#lightdash

[fortruechaos]

@lightdash here's beato for sonic now i guess

As sponsor of Amy Rose's love for Sonic the Hedgehog, and as one who has been victim to unrequited love for thousands of years upon years upon years upon years -- the witch must confess: she hates this blue fucking bitch and his inability to deliver on what Amy desires most: TRUE LOVE.

"*cackle*cackle*cackle*iiihihihihhyahahahahyahahaha!! You'll have to do better than that, Sonic the Hedgehog...!! Come, arise, Seven Stakes of Purgatory..!! Make this creature see what a heartless friend he has been to the one who cherishes him most!!"

[badnikbreaker]

@lightdash : 28 + 54! / accepting!

They feel silly. And petulant. They feel silly, because they like the rain, they do, and they like Sonic — well, love Sonic more than anything or anyone, but that's beside the immediate point — but they don't like this moment, beside Sonic, hiding out from the sudden rain under a tall tree. The foliage has rescued them, mostly, the downpour reduced to slow, occasionally droplets against their bangs. They feel silly for wanting to cry a little.

It's just — ugh! They'd put on makeup for this, and their dress is special and new and so so cute, and they'd even styled their quills up. She and Sonic were meeting up in the not - a - date - but - basically - a - date way they do now, and Amy wanted to look extra cute for Sonic. But now the makeup is ruined and her quills are back and flat and her dress is soaked and ruined. She wrings out the skirt. She feels petulant and stupid for caring about something so petty and shallow, because it's not like Sonic does. He isn't like that, and she knows that. But she'd been so excited to get dressed up and look cute for him. And now she can't even enjoy her not - date, even knowing that this is silly and doesn't matter! She's being annoying! She's being dumb! And that just feedbacks onto her petty, silly frustration. The smile she puts onto her mouth feels forced, even to her.

"Hah....that weatherwoman promised sunshine all day today!" She laughs softly, wiping at her eyes to remove the raindrops and, she hopes, any running mascara on her cheeks. "So much for our day out."

[scumbag-the-hedgehog]

@lightdash asked: ❛ can we please just talk? ❜

"Talk? What's there to talk about?" Plenty, obviously, considering the way that he's burst in from another universe through a giant shimmering golden ring, now shrunken down and twirling mockingly around his index finger as he sizes up his blue mirror image. Another universe where nobody's heard of Scourge, another place to raise hell and force the local speedster hero to acknowledge him.

Scourge flicks the warp ring up into the air with his thumb before swiping his hand up and catching it, stuffing it back into their pocket before giving an exaggerated shrug, hands up in the air. "Here's all you need to know: you've been a big fish in a real small pond your whole life, and now? You're swimmin' with a shark."

Oh, he's so proud of himself for that one.

[supercurrent]

C:\…log\lightdash\formal_request_memo.mp3

The following voice memo reaches @lightdash 's message box. The audio quality is crystal clear, but the voice itself sounds...like Shadow, but canned somehow. As if Shadow were run through a text-to-speech AI.

"Good afternoon. I realize this is out of the ordinary, but I would like your assistance in a botanical endeavor." A very faint series of trilling beeps interrupts the message. "Translation: I need help getting flowers. I am aware that I can visit a "florist" and obtain what I need...but I would like your company and sensibility.

"If you wish to accept, please meet me at the Station Square train station within the hour. Please wait for me if I am not there immediately. I will be able to sense your geolocation within a certain distance, and will arrive shortly. Thank you."

The same series of beeps plays again, and an even more robotic version of Shadow's voice sounds. "END OF MESSAGE. RECORDED ON SAT--"

The recording abruptly cuts off.

[arksmemoir]

@lightdash

All he could see, hear, and feel was darkness. Deep and suffocating, draining physically into his orifices almost literally as those tendrils kept him sinking down into the seemingly unending void. Struggling to maintain consciousness, thinking only of escaping to Sonic before he would lose him again--

And then, suddenly, thrown back into the floor of the forest in an unceremonious heap that gasped deeply for air once his throat was freed.

Instinct took over as he curled on his side and coughed (hacked, really), Mephiles's black substance hitting the grass like thick blood. His mind was blank, unable to think of much else than clearing his body of the unwelcome contaminant. His actual, green, alien blood leaked still from the holes in both of his hands but his mind had blocked them out for the immediate moment.

His throat burned as it came back up, the sensation itself rarely experienced, and it only worsened with the violent churning of his stomach. Followed immediately by his entire upper body arching with the black goopy bile that poured from his mouth onto the ground. Every bit of the demonic lookalike's essence that had been forced inside his body to unlock his mind coming back up.

Even rarer than coughing, being immune to sickness as he was. At least his mind didn't have the space to dwell on it.

Only when he had finally finished and spat the last of it into the inky puddle did he fall onto his back with ragged gasps for air. Red eyes opening halfway, blearily staring up at the night sky and the trees crowning it. Then, a figure with spines leaning over him, dark with the moonlight behind him.

An ear faintly twitched once he recognized the voice, and the sudden rush of realization pushed him back up with renewed adrenaline to stare at him. Hands still entirely ignored.

"S... S-Sonic..." Shadow stuttered, his voice uncharacteristically weak and rough. "You're... okay...?"

[skyfcx]

@metalcopy replied to your post: what else do kids like? video games? you want the new porkymon

     this is sad. i mean... every book on parenting tells you not to bribe a child. how are you gonna just—

@lightdash replied to your post: do it for the bit tails

     he will take one copy of spider-man 2 on the playstation 5 in exchange for the current and precise geographical location of sonic the hedgehog. the guy doesnt sit still so you're on your own once you get there, but the game of where in the world is sonic sandiego will definitely be cut short.

[wndrflgrl]

@lightdash replied:

"Y'know what happens when you break them open?"

" I know the consequences, but... still I yearn. "

[agonizedembrace]

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[metalcopy]

@lightdash replied: raises hand

FOR FREE?

[cynicallyscorned]

Hates Sonic... Huh.

[fortruechaos]

@lightdash said: the city looks so peaceful from up here.

Even though Shadow's worked hard to make peace with his past, he's still something of a nostalgic creature at heart. He likes watching the city from the hill in the park--it's high enough up to see the glittering lights, far enough away that the night traffic looks like fireflies. No noise. Silence. Save for the sweet rustling of grass in the breeze. It reminds him of looking out of the window of the ARK with Maria. They would look at stars and make constellations, and when they got bored of that they would then turn their gaze down to the planet and guess the names of the cities that made up different clusters of lights. Shadow wonders which cluster of lights this city was, and he also wonders what they had named it.

"Sonic," he says, a little surprised when he hears that familiar voice, turning to look at the Blue Blur from the corner of his eye as the other approaches. But why should Shadow be surprised? Sonic is often there when Shadow least expects him. He's simply like that. Like the breeze in the grass tonight. Shadow turns back to face those tiny artificial fireflies when Sonic is close enough to him. "Yes, it does." He smiles a bit at it. Peaceful. It often feels like Shadow is fighting against everything in the world for that peace. It's much easier to appreciate from afar. "So you like this place, too. Sometimes I forget that even you can take it slow." He's teasing with his last sentence, that small smile turning into something almost resembling mischief on Shadow's features.

[badnikbreaker]

@lightdash : “Yo, partner.” Sonic calls out from his spot against the doorway. He throws up a peace sign. “I’ve got an errand to run. Want to join me?”

They don't — they don't understand. How Sonic can be so nice to them, can treat them so well, can call them partner. He'd saved them — and not even just so he could kill them himself. He'd carried them back to Restoration HQ. He's given more than enough kindness for the fucked up rabbit that just about gutted his little brother. Sonic is kind and good and Ava knows that, they do. He's been their lifeline before, been kind when he didn't need to before. It's as familiar story, the war repeating in some miserable way, Sonic saving them from their own devouring sick and lonely and the way the blood of a loved one / many loved ones looks. but this time, she's the one that spilled it. no better than Infi ——

They're recovered, at least mostly. At least physically. No longer confined to the infirmary, at least. Amy's asked them to stay with the Restoration for now, maybe afraid that Ava will simply disappear, untraceable, again. It's not like they've got anywhere else to go, and Amy's eyes go so terrified and elated and sick every time she looks at them that Ava couldn't say no to her if they tried. So they're still here, idling in an empty room, not sure where to be or how to be around the others. So they're still here, being surprised by Sonic, who's so impossibly kind to them.

She smiles — an old instinct, partner, he called me partner — at the greeting, a hand raising to return it. It pauses, hesitating alongside her when she remembers all the reasons he shouldn't call her partner and feels almost guilty for the momentary reprieve of forgetting. She commits, both to the movement and the smile, but she can feel the weakness of both.

She loves Sonic. But when they'd met, all the memories they made and shared revolved around Infinite. Now all the new memories she'd made with him, after the war, are stained red with Tails's blood and the unbearable, unsurvivable feeling of helplessness. ( she keeps checking for her knives and getting scared when they're gone, even though she knows why she had to give them up. ) Ava loves Sonic in more ways that she has words for. Looking at him, though, feels a little like drowning in her guilt and her shame and her grief — and in the memories. Every sharp and painful thing feels sharper now that she isn't starving and injured and running on so few fumes that there's no space for thought.

She almost wants to laugh. Aching like she was the one with a knife in her stomach. Selfish.

Ava knows they're failing to match his casual energy, but they try, scarred hands shoving in the pockets of their jeans, shoulders shrugging, still smiling something unsure. ( they hope they know it's not him. not all the way. they haven't been able to smile properly in a way that feels real since they hurt tails. ) They don't understand but they believe the offer and the kindness behind it. Hands free from the pockets to sign back, < happy to, > and they don't add partner even though that feels wrong, too. < are you...sure? you don't have to. > Be nice to me. Take me along. It's hard to imagine Sonic doing this if he didn't want to, but they couldn't bear it if he was forcing himself to offer this for their sake.

[scumbag-the-hedgehog]

...no way he has a higher confirmed kill count are you fucking-

[yourflame]

@lightdash . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ lyrical starters from serenity's playlist.

❝ I admit that in the past, I've been a nasty. ❞

[resolutewarrior]

" I would prefer to know where you're taking me before we get there. I hate surprises. "

@lightdash

[skyfcx]

@lightdash replied to your post: "Make sure to keep an eye out for seven!"

     Oh, he looks so confused for a brief moment there. It totally passed him by. You knocked him out of his falsified villain arc and everything. "Wh... what, what is that supposed to even—"

     Ah. And then it dawns on him. The flame of war is back on.

     "Fast-tracking the villain arc. I'm becoming furry Doc Ock tonight."