badnikbreaker

[badnikbreaker]

"Hey Guys! Sonic here. There seems to be some gunfire occurring. I’m gonna ping its general location so you guys can see where it is and we can address it together if you’d like!"

#sonic : crack. #open. #this has been on repeat in my head and my mouth since the stream. new vocal stim unlocked

[badnikbreaker]

"I really wanna spar with Shadow someday...it'd be so FUN!"

#amy : main verse. #open. #thinking abt when do i get my ro.ck lee vs g.aara shadamy fight

[badnikbreaker]

❝𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞❞ rp meme. as always, feel free to change pronouns, tweak, modify, or adjust these prompts as needed!

❛ Tell me how I know you. ❜

❛ Tell me how to help you. ❜

❛ Tell me what you want. ❜

❛ Tell me you want me. ❜

❛ Tell me the truth. ❜

❛ Tell me a lie. ❜

❛ Tell me a story. ❜

❛ Tell me if this hurts. ❜

❛ Tell me what happened. ❜

❛ Tell me who did this. ❜

❛ Tell me to stop. ❜

❛ Tell me you love me. ❜

❛ Tell me to stay. ❜

❛ Tell me if I'm bothering you. ❜

❛ Tell me how you did that. ❜

❛ Tell me you didn't just do that. ❜

❛ Tell me you didn't just say that. ❜

❛ Tell me I'm pretty. ❜

❛ Tell me you didn't think about me too. ❜

❛ Tell me you don't love me. ❜

❛ Tell me you want me to go. ❜

❛ Tell me you don't want me. I dare you. ❜

❛ Tell me what you want me to do. ❜

❛ Tell me when to stop. ❜

❛ Tell me what you were dreaming about. ❜

❛ Tell me about it? ❜

❛ Tell me about him/her/them? ❜

❛ Tell me what I should do. ❜

❛ Tell me you didn't forget. ❜

❛ Tell me I'm yours. ❜

❛ Tell me you're mine. ❜

❛ Tell me everything. ❜

❛ Tell me more. ❜

❛ Tell me what I did wrong. ❜

#prompts.

[badnikbreaker]

sonic: bro stop harshing the vibe espio: do not call me bro sonic: sorry. babe stop harshing the vibe

#i think sonespio is rly funny conceptually

[badnikbreaker]

— Nobody's fighting the war just for me, Ava. Like it's obvious. Like it's easy. He's wrong, but he's so confident in his assumption it almost feels stupid to argue. Ava won't pretend to be able to read anyone's mind, but they know why they're fighting. And it certainly isn't for their own life.

They haven't done much honesty, since — well, since Dad, maybe. But especially not since the bad thing / since Infinite and Sunny's blood in the space between the cobblestones. There hadn't been time or space for their weakness. But Sonic's so sure.

Their fingers flit, then pause. Their head shakes, and they drop to a crouch, hands finding their way to her hair, curling into it. She tugs for a moment, trying to focus. Then she takes out her notebook. Scribbles for a moment, stops. Finally starts writing.

She doesn't look up when she hands it up to him, staring blankly down past her feet. The text says, in slightly erratic font, Infinite killed everyone I cared about in front of me. You're the first friend I've had since.

There's so much she can't say. That she'd joined the Resistance not just to get revenge but to have a chance to die fighting instead of live cowering. That she'd felt too sick with self - hatred and disgust to get close to anyone else here before him. That they're sorry for being beside him when they don't deserve it, and that they're sorry for pulling this sort of stunt to get him to be cautious. But they can say:

I can't watch a friend die again. That's why I'm fighting this war.

sonic's respect for ava goes further than their willingness to join him in danger, to pick up a wispon and fight back, to keep fighting despite being scared. he arches a brow at them, letting their words sink in. these aren't the kind of questions people usually ask sonic, and he thinks a part of him might've gotten too complacent, too used to people taking his word for gospel and running with it.

< i'm not the resistance. > sonic signs to ava, picking his way through the words, hands slow with the inexperience. < i'm just one guy. this is bigger than me. >

"i'm not stupid enough to think i don't mean a lot to a bunch of different people." he doesn't want to imagine the emptiness in amy's gaze, the resolute anger in knuckles, the bone-deep and absolute loss in tails, but his mind supplies the images anyway. sonic grits his teeth against it, jaw flexing. "but you guys started the resistance without me. it would go on without me, too. even if it was difficult, it'd still go on. nobody's fighting this war just for me, ava."

#ava : forces. #agh #greenhillguy #queue. #suicidal ideation /

[badnikbreaker]

"Yay! New big brother acquired! I can't wait to tell Miss Amy and Mister Sonic!"

His expression softens noticeably; a rare smile crossing his muzzle. " I'd be honored, Cream. Thank you. "

#resolutewarrior #cream : main verse. #wehhh.....

[badnikbreaker]

remember when sonic watched medvial knuckles try to commit suicide and went WHATS WITH THE DRAMA

#suicide ment / #ITS SO FUCKING FUNNY DO NOT LET SONIC MAN THE SUICIDE HOTLINE

[badnikbreaker]

SCARAMOUCHE comes along with it a stabbing / a splicing / an ax splitting their skull open for broken shards of not - quite - memories to stick into what's left of her brain. SHE DOESN'T REMEMBER THEM / SHE KNOWS THAT THE ONLY SHIT THAT SHE DOESN'T - REMEMBER LIKE THIS IS WHAT'S RELATED TO THE FATUI, TO THE DOCTOR, TO SCREAMING WHILE A MONSTER TORE HER OPEN AND REPLACED HER GUTS WITH MACHINES. She's glad Kit isn't with her, she's glad the kid isn't here to freak or get hurt or or or or

"Come to take back your toy?" she hisses, crouching lower and slinking back, terrified and horrified and driven every moment every moment to violence. WHEN THE WHOLE WORLD WANTS YOU DEAD, KILLING ANYTHING AT ALL IS THE SAME AS BEING SAFER. all she wants is to be safe, or to be herself, or to be dead. "So you can — so ya can hand us back to the f - fuckin' DOCTOR and he can empty us out again!" SO I CAN BE MADE INTO LESS THAN A HUMAN BEING, LESS THAN ALIVE, LESS THAN LESS THAN LESS THAN. The Delusions in her machinery scream out, and she trembles around them. Glad Kit isn't here, to see a part of the past that he hates so much.

"I won't go back," she growls, and she means it. SHE'LL DIE FIRST. SHE'LL TAKE KIT WITH HER IF SHE HAS TO. Better they both fucking END IT than that the Fatui gets to touch either of them ever again.

They hadn't seen the clash, but they'd heard it. Even without seeing it, on approach it was easy enough for them to guess what had happened—the Traveler could be brutal in her efficiency, especially when faced with the right (or, they supposed, in some ways wrong) adversary. They didn't react to the sight of artificial viscera and torn flesh, although their indigo eyes did linger, for a moment, absently counting up the seconds it took her to heal. Old habits.

Their expression was blank veering towards the uncanny, although their eyes were sharp and observant on every shift of her expression, her body language—not that the other puppet was strong enough to fight in her current state, but the seconds were already ticking by and it would only be a matter of time.

Good. She didn't remember them. That meant she wouldn't take anything so personally. "I've been giving the name Raiki to those who ask, although you might remember the title Scaramouche." Raiki (still getting used to the name/still associating it with self) remembered her, but it was more her creation they remembered; very few of Il Dottore's many, many projects didn't pique their curiosity in some way or another. This one in particular had been... ———well, they weren't exactly surprised when they'd been denied access to that lab eventually due to the possibility of influencing the outcome of the experiment due to personal history.

#stillgrows #surge : human verse. #oh yknow #queue.

[badnikbreaker]

"Okay!" She'd probably already run them by Miss Amy, so what's one more person? "Do you wanna be my big sibling, too, Mr. Shadow? We'd have lotsa fun I bet!"

" You should run them by me first. "

#resolutewarrior #CRYING SOBBING ETC #cream : main verse.

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He seems like he might really pass out or something if she keeps flirting, so Amy Rose is merciful — aside from snuggling a big closer as their arms loop around his shoulders, they leave it at that. It's nice to be in his arms, and they appreciate the walking rather than running. Their head hurts a little less now that they're not supporting their own weight.

"I'm mostly okay, I think. I've got a headache — like pressure against my forehead from the inside." They mentally run through the symptoms of a concussion and find that said list is slow to come, which isn't a great sign. "A little hazy. I don't feel nauseous, though, which is good. And I always feel better when you're carrying me." It's not a flirt if it's true!

he is never living this down apparently. is it wrong to wish that amy's concussion is a little bit serious? just enough so that she forgets this after today? sonic's face continues to burn as she winks at him, embarrassment at his slip compounding with every second. he needs to choose his words more carefully next time. still, he can't hide the sympathy wince he gives as she swipes at her busted lip.

"let's worry about cute later. c'mon, up we go," he sighs, scooping amy's legs out from under her. sonic's dealt with enough people with head injuries that he knows going super speed while holding them is a one way ticket to barf-ville. so he walks with her, doing his level best to keep his gaze straight ahead. "how, uh, are you feeling?"

#greenhillguy #amy : main verse. #THIS IS SO LATE IM SO SORRYYYY #queue.

[badnikbreaker]

"——— I want more big siblings."

#open. #cream : main verse. #adopt her ! NOW!!!!

[badnikbreaker]

@lightdash from ———— falling for you!

The laugh from her is a happy sing - song, melodic and warm; she spins on her heel, twirling the both of them as he realizes where he landed. "Wow!" she repeats, smile widening.

— And dropping to make place for surprise ( and a high - pitched squeak ) at the flirting. AMY FORGETS HE CAN DO THAT, and he must forget how susceptible she is to it. Her legs go weak, and she comes dangerously close to dropping the both of them. The heroine hastens to set Sonic down properly before she really can lose her grip.

"Uh — hah, it's about time, I guess!" Their face is so WARM, which is silly when he's just playing around! Little mean of him to give a hedgehog hope after all this time, though. They can't even look at him straight to flirt back or say as much, hands tucking behind her back while a foot twists, flustered and sweet, against the ground. "Um — are you okay? Not hurt?"

#amy : main verse. #lightdash #replies IMMEDIATELY

[badnikbreaker]

every anime convention is another chance to be sexy eggman

#hello everyone. #mun face.

[badnikbreaker]

Ava trails behind the others, but not far. Sonic shifts closer, and she smiles to show she appreciates it, and she notices the way that Briar watches, careful, tender. The same way Amy watches, too, the way she made cookies for them. For a moment, the reminder how quietly loved she is makes her want to cry. She doesn't, moving closer. The shop is beautiful. She'd known it would be, and it's quietly gratifying to see items she'd helped move in or set up months ago. A nice thing she'd done, in the midst of the bad thing she'll never be able to shake. Her lips form a round O, a quiet, warm sound escaping her. The basket's set on the counter, and she trails towards a shelf of antique tableware, nodding along with Sonic's words to their gracious host.

Said host is still smiling at the door — he allows it to close when he normally wouldn't, a small kindness from the man made up of them. The pair are famous, and it seems to him fragile; at least for now, he'll allow them some privacy. Brown eyes brighten, sparking sweetly at the mention of homemade baked goods — and they do smell incredible! He makes his way to the counter to examine them. "Snickerdoodles, my very favourite!" His expression, somehow, goes warmer. He'd outdo the sun if he were any happier. "I'm glad, too! I don't know if she told you, but Ava was a great help in putting my shop together when she visited." The rabbit looks away from the teacups they're examining to wave away the praise, flushing as they make their way back to Sonic's side.

< the shop is really beautiful, > Ava signs, eyes drifting over the high beams of the ceilings and the large windows, covered with plants. ( they think of the ones they grew, wondering if tails kept them or got rid of them. they'll have to ask later. ) < i just moved some things; you did the decorating. i'm happy it's come together. >

The man's answering laugh is warm and open. "My partner's done most of the decorating; I don't have an eye for it at all. Maybe someday you'll meet him! He's much more of a green thumb than I am." His head tilts towards the plants on the sills, and he winks at Ava; they giggle something surprised and sweet. "But one thing I am excellent at is brewing tea. I'd be an awful host if I let you bring me food and didn't offer you anything in return; what do you say we three enjoy some tea and cookies together? I've got just the brew in mind!"

     Sonic stands by the door, patiently waiting for Ava to make a decision. There’s uncertainty in her; the way she stands, staring, as if this were nothing but a memory. It’s not unexpected — he knew going into this that it may be difficult for her, but… time heals. He wants her to remember that. Because, maybe, in the future… she and Tails…

     Just as they begin to nod, the door opens, prompting Sonic to quickly step aside. The shopkeeper takes his place, looking every bit as friendly as he'd expect. Ah, perfect: exactly the round pair of glasses he was looking for! “Yo, Briar.” He replies, making a v-sign with his hand. “Long time no see!”

     '. . . I’m so glad you were both able to find each other again.'

     Yeah, Sonic thinks, me too. His gaze settles onto Ava, noticing how unsure they still appear. Stuck in memory. He decides to move closer ( a subtle display of support ) before pointing down at the basket in their hands.

     “They’re homemade! Fresh from Restoration H.Q.” Amy wouldn’t have it any other way; his first idea of simply buying them from the store had been shut down with a quickness. Which is fine — in a way, she’s here too.

     As the three of them enter the shop, Sonic is happy to find it harbors much of the same energy. It's warm and inviting, full of antiques searching for a new home. Briar’s calling must be helping lost things… he muses, stopping by the window sill to appreciate the plants. Ava is kept in his periphery. "This place has really livened up since my last visit." He leans slightly, checking the label on one of the pots. Rosemary. "It's cool to see the town coming together."

#lightdash #ava : main verse. #briar : main verse. #briar the bear i am obsessed with you

[badnikbreaker]

#WEHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[badnikbreaker]

Kit, immediately, does as they've been told and finds a seat — always good at following orders, especially now, without Surge around to give directions the supercede everything else. They don't like splitting up, but they're glad, somewhere deep in their artificial chest, that Surge isn't here. She'd hate this stranger and his kindness. She might want to kill him. Kitsunami doesn't want to kill anyone except Sonic and Tails.

When the other returns, Kit straightens, sitting at attention, waiting for — he's not sure. Something. Violet eyes widen and slight shoulders wince back when he kneels before him. That's not right, he doesn't think, for anybody to kneel to the useless sidekick, he's not even the hero — but maybe he just doesn't know. His lips press together.

"I'm — um. I'm Kitsunami. You can just call me Kit, if you want." His lips part to say that he sincerely doubts anything he can put him through will really hurt, but he thinks better of it. Surge might have taken that as a challenge, back at the beginning. He's glad the wound is mostly-shallow. No danger of seeing metal. "What's — um. What's your name?"

He stands to his full height, hands folded neatly. "Wonderful. I'd like you to help yourself to a seat —  I'll be right back."

The bilby pads through the grand expanse of the cathedral / the sound of his heels gently echoing off the marble walls, the main sanctuary in its holy immensity / fetching his trusty first-aid kit he always kept close by.

Being a parent himself, he had a solid understanding the pain threshold children were known to possess. A scrape to the knee could feel like the end of the world to someone so small — most interesting was that this particular child seemed entirely unfazed.

Francis returns, as promised, kneeling comfortably before them. Digging through his pack, he peeks up to the other,  "I'm going to clean your knee, firstly. It might sting a little, but only for a moment." Prepping his cloth soaked with water, he begins to clear out any debris, gently, gently... "Secondly, may I ask for your name?"

#synxis #kitsunami : main verse. #YIPPIEEEEEEEEE #francis im sorry for how nervous and awkward kitsunami is the psychological and physical torture #queue.

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@timewontwait : " Huh.. How'd you do that? " // for elise, maybe sometime during the events of 06?

She feels — that's the problem, isn't it? That she feels? That Sonic keeps making her — allowing her — to feel. She feels — eyes widen / lips part / hands freeze before her chest / hands, with new burn scars — and she isn't allowed. Her teeth grind as she schools the empty back into its rightful place in its chest. Years and years and years of practice feeling nothing at all because that was the only way to keep herself safe for others / to keep others safe from her. And SONIC ———

Anger, grief, guilt, love — every emotion that tries to fill the space behind her ribcage is rapidly smothered. Blue eyes look down to her hands. Hands that had been, mere moments ago, wreathed in flame. Because Elise had felt too sharply, because being near Sonic makes it so easy to feel the way she isn't allowed. She wishes she could be angry at him for the kindness. Wishes she was allowed to be angry at herself for the weakness. Neither can settle. Empty, empty. What if she hurt him?

"—— My apologies," she says, finally, voice weak. Do not feel. Do not feel. Her hands don't ache. The new scars would heal if she'd let them. She doesn't answer his question. "I lost control for a moment. I won't do it again."

#elise : 06 verse. #answered. #timewontwait #WOOHOOOO YIPPIEEEEE #sorry sonic elise has problems #esp related 2 her control over flame #queue.