I ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ.

❛    🇮​    🇼​🇮​🇱​🇱​   🇹​🇪​🇦​🇨​🇭​    🇾​🇴​🇺​    🇫​🇪​🇦​🇷​ ﹐   🇹​🇭​🇪​🇳​    🇵​🇦​🇮​🇳​ ﹐    🇦​🇳​🇩​   🇹​🇭​🇪​🇳​     [ . . . ]    🇼​🇪​🇱​🇱​ ﹐   🇦​🇹​    🇱​🇪​🇦​🇸​🇹​    🇹​🇭​🇪​   🇫​🇪​🇦​🇷​    🇦​🇳​🇩​    🇵​🇦​🇮​🇳​   🇼​🇮​🇱​🇱​    🇪​🇳​🇩​.    ❜

[crueltymade]

#𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐘𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄.             ind.   sel.     𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄    of   𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂    𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐒.    headcanon   based.    multiverse    &   multiship.    oc    &   crossover    friendly.    penned    by    𝐂𝐎𝐘𝐎𝐓𝐄.

                    [ 𝙽𝙰𝚅. ]    [ 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃. ]    [ 𝚁𝚄𝙻𝙴𝚂. ]    [ 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴𝚂. ]    [ 𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙳𝙸𝚃. ]

[crueltymade]

𝖔𝖔𝖈 :

also ! just finished sonic prime so might make a verse for infinite !

[crueltymade]

˚ ° • * 𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖜𝖘 / 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖙𝖍𝖘 . . .

forceful. fearful. enthusiastic. obstructive. spontaneous. pushy. trustworthy. loose - tongued. respectful. mistrustful. tolerant. undisciplined. observant. sloppy. optimistic. rude. caring. contemptuous. generous. short - sighted. practical. passive. considerate. aggressive. self - assured. bossy. inspiring. chaotic. adventurous. cynical. lively. blunt. persuasive. stand - offish. serious. vague. idealistic. inflexible. warm. moody. humorous. indifferent. friendly. intolerant. determined. wasteful. patient. stubborn. orderly. reckless. disciplined. inhibited. ambitious. naive. dedicated.  greedy. flexible. fanatical. logical. dull. open. arrogant. accurate. lazy. independent. selfish. intelligent. complaining. tactful. impatient. creative. hard. honest. shallow. straightforward. strict. appreciative. shy. versatile. prejudiced.

tagged by : arksmemoir tagging : you ! ! !

[crueltymade]

how I look materializing on dash when the clock strikes 'hating infinite hours'

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  a  mix  of  angst,  fluff,  and  plot  focused  dialogue  prompts  in  the  form  of  questions.  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ what are you listening to? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ did it hurt? ❜

❛ are you sure this is a good idea? ❜

❛ do you mind if i sleep here tonight? ❜

❛ what are you doing out here by yourself? ❜

❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜

❛ don’t you know what you mean to me? ❜

❛ will i see you again? ❜

❛ are you comfortable? ❜

❛ are you trying to get us in trouble? ❜

❛ do you enjoy playing with people’s hearts? ❜

❛ don’t we deserve to be happy? ❜

❛ why can’t i come with you? ❜

❛ are you here to kill me? ❜

❛ you think i’m jealous? ❜

❛ do you want to share this? ❜

❛ is that blood? is it yours? ❜

❛ how do you know my name? ❜

❛ you’re an asshole, you know that? ❜

❛ like what you see? ❜

❛ was that your first kiss? ❜

❛ are you happy here with me? ❜

❛ sorry, did you want to be alone? ❜

❛ do you want my jacket? ❜

❛ how are you still alive? ❜

❛ you’re beautiful, you know that? ❜

❛ what are you so afraid of? ❜

❛ today isn’t your day, is it? ❜

❛ how does it feel to be in love? ❜

❛ you’ve been crying, what’s wrong? ❜

❛ do you remember when we first met? ❜

❛ isn’t this amazing? ❜

❛ did you miss me? ❜

❛ alright, who am i beating up? ❜

❛ that was a close call, wasn’t it? ❜

❛ am i worth so little to you? ❜

❛ how is it you’re never scared? ❜

❛ do you ever think about the future? ❜

❛ can you look at me? please? ❜

❛ you got me flowers? ❜

❛ well, how do i look? ❜

❛ what aren’t you telling me? ❜

❛ how about a kiss before i go? ❜

❛ you don’t know who i am, do you? ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜

❛ who’s going to stop us, huh? ❜

❛ wait, you’re leaving already? ❜

❛ it’s my fault, isn’t it? ❜

❛ have you ever lost someone? ❜

❛ do you think i’m a good person? ❜

❛ what are you thinking about? ❜

❛ is it really you? ❜

❛ what if i hurt you? ❜

❛ if you won’t take care of yourself, then who will? ❜

❛ have you come to laugh at me? ❜

❛ will you still look at me like you do now? ❜

[crueltymade]

GUESS WHO, BABEY!!!

[loisnclark]

𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 !

    do   you   want   a   certain   kind   of   ship   with   my   muse  ?   check   out   the   key   below   &   send   me   a   symbol   to   tell   me   what   kind   of   ship   you   want   !     note  :    my   muse   =   blog   owner’s   muse     /     your   muse   =   sender’s   muses

romantic relationships !

💘  friends to lovers ❣️  enemies to lovers 💜  love at first sight 💙  slow burn 💚  skinny love 💔  exes to lovers again 🖤  on again , off again

familial relationships !

🌼  older sibling 🌺  younger sibling 👭  twins 🌻  friends like siblings 🍃  cousins 🌵  parental

friend relationships !

☀️   best friends 🌦   enemies to friends 🌈   friends since childhood  ⛅️  friends of circumstance  ☁️  school friends  🌩  friends from traumatic experiences

enemy relationships !

🔪   friends to enemies 💣   stole something from my muse 🔦   stole something from your muse 🗡   bullied my muse 🔫   bullied your muse ⚔️   family feud 🛠   fueds between mutual friends ❌   guilty by association

[xiaoguiwang]

with all due respect, which is none,

[crueltymade]

"Do you want to be my friend?" (via @hcrwish)

𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖙.   ( 𝖆𝖈𝖈𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 ) ( 1 of 10 )

𝚒𝚝’𝚜   𝚊𝚜   𝚒𝚏   𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎   𝚑𝚎   𝚌𝚊𝚗   𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚎   𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎   𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕   𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚖,   the   question   reaches   him.   in   spite   of   how   he   broods,   all   the   time   spent   alone   and   remaining   so   far   away,   his   inflection   is   nothing   but   genuine.   as   honest   as   he   could   come   by   being,   much   to   his   chagrin,   and   left   fumbling   without   a   façade   or   front   to   hide   behind.

❛   𝙸   𝚍𝚘,   but   ...   I’ve   never   had   friends   before,   I   fear   that   I   am   too   far   gone   to   be   anything   more   than   what   I   was   built   to   be.   what   I   was   ...   raised   to   be.   it   frightens   to   me   to   think   of   letting   go   of   that   title,   but   it’s   a   burden   I   feel   I   can’t   quite   carry   any   longer.   if   I   am   not   a   weapon,   if   I   do   not   wish   to   be   one   anymore,   if   I   cannot   carry   it   all   on   my   own   and   prove   my   strength,   my   worth   ...   𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗   𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝   𝚊𝚖   𝙸?   ❜

𝚑𝚎’𝚜   𝚗𝚘𝚝   𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗   𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝   𝚒𝚝   𝚠𝚊𝚜   𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝   𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍   𝚏𝚘𝚛   𝚑𝚒𝚖   𝚝𝚘   𝚋𝚎   𝚜𝚘   𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍   𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑   𝚑𝚒𝚜   𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜.   only   mere   seconds   passing   before   he   recoils   at   the   realization   of   his   own   ‘weakness’   and   coils   up   tightly,   an   overabundance   of   vitriol   to   cover   the   terror.   [   and   to   show   your   underbelly   was   to   ask   to   be   split   from   neck   to   naval   ]   ears   twinging,   hesitation   at   the   hard   press   back   as   he   grits   his   teeth   and   turns   away.   perhaps   all   the   exhaustion   was   getting   to   him.   or,   perhaps   ...

❛   𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍   𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝,   it   was   an   idle   result   of   my   insomnia.   ❜

[memeingovermemes]

My muse has to tell nothing but the truth for 10 asks.

Ask them funny questions, get personal, query about the people around them or pester them for their deepest darkest secrets - go wild! Include ✘ with the asks!

[crueltymade]

arksmemoir​:

Pathetic whelp of a savior.

In all honesty, Shadow barely felt the impact of the punch. As strong and stone-solid as ever, his head might have swung to the side from the impact, his feet might have stumbled from the momentum, but his stance was swiftly corrected and maintained. His muzzle numb, eyes burning up at the creature that hovered above him who DARED to breathe a word about THE PERSON HE TRAUMATIZED. To INSULT HIM, AS IF HE HAD ANY RIGHT TO AFTER EVERYTHING HE’S DONE

That would be the moment, when the world seemed bathed in red, that Shadow’s remaining grasp of himself and everything else around him SNAPPED.

He wanted a punch? He’d SHOW him a punch.

All the better to soften the body before he RIPPED THAT STONE FROM HIS FLESH, HIMSELF.

REMIND HIM WHO THE R E A L WHELP WAS.

Shadow didn’t bother with a verbal response, beyond a low instinctual growl deep in his throat, already tuning out the long-winded diatribe. Instead, his body launched itself up at him with the force of his jet shoes rocketing him up with chaos energy from underneath. Only to suddenly disappear in a flash of blue light, leaving the jackal thrown off and looking around for his reappearance. Shadow the Hedgehog never ran from a fight, that much was true.

Indeed, it would remain so, as he suddenly flashed right behind him, spun and SLAMMED the metal heel of his shoe into his back to send him hurtling back to the ground, shot himself down quick enough to pin him as he scrambled, cocked his arm back and, with the full force of his WORDLESS RAGE, and the anguish beneath it, SLAMMED his fist with every ounce of his augmented strength STRAIGHT INTO THAT MASK.

And AGAIN.

And AGAIN. 

As many times as he COULD. Whatever it took to cake his hands in this monster’s blood. Whatever it took to CRACK AND CRUMBLE IT TO PIECES. 

HE DIDN’T DESERVE TO HIDE BEHIND IT.

𝚒𝚝   𝚠𝚊𝚜   𝚝𝚘   𝚋𝚎   𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍,   he   deserved   another   chance   to   prove   himself.   albeit   a   rather   abrupt   one   as   a   result   of   his   quick   snap   to   bite,   venomous   tongue   and   sneer   gnarled   into   his   complexion   as   if   it   were   the   only   thing   he   knew.   in   spite   of   his   rather   calm   façade   he   kept,   there   was   always   something   just   below   the   surface   ready   to   snap.   to   claw,   to   bite,   to   fight,   spill   blood.   [   𝚢𝚘𝚞   𝚊𝚛𝚎   𝚊   𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗.   𝚢𝚘𝚞   𝚊𝚛𝚎   𝚊   𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗.   𝚒𝚝   𝚒𝚜   𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝   𝚢𝚘𝚞   𝚍𝚘 !   ]   powers   that   be   defy   and   deceive   him,   leave   him   to   die   ---   then   so   be   it.   he   would   happily   raise   hell,   drag   this   wretched   world   to   the   brink   of   extinction   if   it   meant   the   desolate   sort   of   scavenging   that   he   and   squad   knew   well,   would   be   known   by   all.   𝚆𝙷𝚈   𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳   𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈   𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙴   𝙸𝙽   𝙻𝚄𝚇𝚄𝚁𝚈   𝚆𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙴   𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈   𝙸𝙽   𝚂𝚀𝚄𝙰𝙻𝙾𝚁?   𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈   𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙶   𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳   𝚂𝚄𝚁𝚅𝙸𝚅𝙴.   ...   his   squad   never   got   that   part,   they   were   content   to   survive   on   scraps,   but   he   was   not   content   with   that   for   them.

𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍   𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚙   𝚌𝚞𝚝   𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝   𝚊𝚜   𝚑𝚎’𝚜   𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍   𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜,   𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.   (   𝚗𝚘   𝚗𝚘   𝚗𝚘 !   𝚑𝚎   𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍   𝚗𝚘𝚝   𝚋𝚎   𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍,   𝚗𝚘𝚝   𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗,   𝚗𝚘𝚝   𝚋𝚢   𝚑𝚒𝚖   𝚒𝚗   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢   𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎   𝚠𝚊𝚢   𝚑𝚎’𝚍   𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎   𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 !   )   he   was   stronger   now,   𝐇𝐄   𝐇𝐀𝐃   𝐍𝐎   𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄   𝐁𝐔𝐓   𝐓𝐎   𝐁𝐄.   fumbles   for   footing   to   direct   himself   elsewhere,   just   in   time   to   be   pinned.   fate   turned   like   a   blade   against   his   throat   again.   a   jagged   sort   of   noise   from   him,   stifled   pain   wrapped   in   wrath   and   bathed   in   seething   hatred.   moments   felt   like   he   was   drowning   and   struggling   to   come   up   for   air   in   the   seconds   between   those   punches,   the   mask   cracking   with   all   that   visceral   intent.   infinite   was   never   more   himself   than   when   he   was   wrapped   up   in   battle.   never   more   comfortable.   this   hatred   they   shared   in,   reveled   in,   it   felt   like   home   to   him.

𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜   𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏   𝚋𝚢   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎   𝚑𝚒𝚜   𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔   𝚠𝚊𝚜   𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗   𝚘𝚏𝚏   𝚊𝚜   𝚑𝚎   𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜   𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏   𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐,   𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 !    choking   on   his   own   gore.   spark   of   his   own   wrath,   like   a   blade   beyond   the   blood   and   viscera.  the   sputtering   song   of   the   phantom   ruby   ripping   and   tearing   at   the   seams   of   reality   as   it   rearranges   as   he   sees   fit.   a   twinge   of   a   shift   in   the   gravity   to   throw   him   off   kilter,   and   a   harsh   blow   of   his   own.   but   only   to   garner   a   moments   rest,   something   akin   to   a   breath   between   it   all   as   he   staggers   to   his   feet.   it   takes   him   a   moment   to   even   realize   that   mask   is   all   but   in   pieces.   gloved   hand   meets   his   face,   the   familiar   taste   of   copper   in   his   mouth.   (   𝚃𝙾𝙾   𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷,   𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂   𝙸𝚂   𝚃𝙾𝙾   𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷   𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴   𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃   𝙳𝙰𝚈   )   the   final   straw   as   he   heaves   and   gasps   between   his   babbling   and   laughter.

❛   ugh   --   nnngh   ---   your   savior   was   ...   far   easier   to   overwhelm   than   you.   𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢   𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚝𝚘   𝚜𝚊𝚢   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝.   ❜

𝚊   𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚎   𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝   𝚑𝚎   𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚍   𝚝𝚘   𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚙   𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗   𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚢,   if   his   sneer   of   a   bloodied   grin   from   behind   his   palm   was   anything   to   go   by.   gloved   hand   slips   from   his   face   as   he   spits   out   a   mouthful   of   coppery   ichor.   grin   turned   sour   as   he   changes   his   tune   rather   quickly,   adjusts   his   posture   and   palm   opened   as   a   warm   hum   of   power   granted   from   the   phantom   ruby   gathers   in   his   hand,   before   ---   white   hot   light,   a   blast   that   rips   through   the   surrounding   area   and   aimed   to   his   darkened   mirror   as   he   boosts   himself   into   the   air   once   more   for   visuals.

❛   say   what   you   will   about   me,   but   keep   my   squad’s   utterance   from   your   filthy   mouth.   𝚢𝚘𝚞   𝚊𝚛𝚎   𝚗𝚘𝚝   𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚢   𝚝𝚘   𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔   𝚘𝚏   𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖    ...   and   they   had   no   role   to   play   in   this   war.   ❜

[crueltymade]

Additionally, it's mentioned in the official Sonic the Hedgehog Encyclo-speed-ia written by Ian Flynn that Infinite was "consumed" by the original Phantom Ruby after his defeat, implying he was imprisoned within it and currently resides inside, or was truly killed off by the ruby itself.

naughty jackals get put in the phantom ruby snow globe.

[crueltymade]

❛   I   grow   tired   of   ---    𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 ,   why   do   I   hear    𝖇𝖔𝖘𝖘   𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖈 ?   ❜

[crueltymade]

@hcrwish​   liked    𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘    for   a   starter.

❛   why   do   you   insist   on   bringing   me   up   here?   ---   I   have   no   interest   in   playing   whatever   games   you   so   incessantly   seek   to   ---   !!!   ❜

𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜,   forlorn   heartstrings   tugged   at   with   the   very   sight   of   it.   a   moment   nearly   unraveled   before   a   stern   breath   is   taken,   and   his   front   becomes   him   once   more.   and   there   they   were,   standing   atop   it   all,   and   he   watches   as   all   the   destruction   he’s   wrought   falls   to   growth,   to   kindness   ---   and   he   does   not   understand.   he   cannot   understand.   but   it   twinges   upon   him   still,   a   twang   of   a   string   out   of   tune   that   sparks   to   draw   attention,   for   his   stumbling of   emotion   is   not   one   of   anguish   or   rage   but   ...   perhaps   the   fumbling   at   how   life   rebuilds.   the   healing   of   this   city   alone   that   he’s   helped   (   𝚊𝚕𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚝   𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢   )   all   visible   from   atop   the   hill   they   stood   at.   almost   overwhelmed   at   the   compassion   he   finds   in   the   continuous   efforts   of   all   those   who   call   it   home.   there   is   love   in   the   way   they   treat   one   another,   with   no   staggering   fear   of   such   kindness   to   be   used   against   them.   and   all   at   once   he   feels   ...   too   much.   mismatched   gaze   peers   over   with   captivated   awe   as   ears   twitch,   dares   to   take   a   step   closer.   a   flicker   of   confusion,   at   his   own   disbelief   of   such   genuine   care,   or   perhaps   at   his   own   flickering   weakness.   a   voice   calling   distantly   finds   itself   lost   beyond   it   all   :   𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛   𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 !   𝚢𝚘𝚞   𝚊𝚛𝚎   𝚊   𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗 !   𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜   𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝   ...   𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜   𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝   ...

❛   they’re   ...   𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐.   ❜

𝚒𝚝’𝚜   𝚊   𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝   𝚑𝚎’𝚜   𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕   𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎   𝚘𝚏,   after   all   he’s   been   living   and   working   closely   since   his   (   𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝   )   ‘ momentary   lapse   in   power ’   ---   and   yet   ...   yes,   it   is   true.   𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜   𝚍𝚘   𝚗𝚘𝚝   𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚙.   they   do   not   think,   or   question   morality,   they   do   not   want   and   they   do   not   find   themselves   stricken   with   emotion   while   marveling   at   the   wonders   of   living   beings.   and   so   for   once   in   his   life,   he   feels   as   though   that   title   he’s   clung   to   so   harshly   is   poorly   fitted   to   his   form.   (   𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝   𝚒𝚝   𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝   𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗,   𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛   𝚊𝚕𝚕,   𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝   𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎   𝚗𝚘𝚝   𝚊   𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗   𝚊𝚝   𝚊𝚕𝚕   ?   )

[crueltymade]

𝖔𝖔𝖈 :

don’t   think   I   forgot   abt   those   starters   either,   I   got   muse   this   morning   which   means   you’re   all   gonna   Get   It™

[crueltymade]

❛   𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 ,   it   seems   you’ve   all   started   the   show   without   me.   what   a   pity.   ❜

𝚑𝚎   𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝   𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍   𝚊𝚕𝚕   𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝   𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍   𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝   𝚒𝚝.    lounging   in   midair   &   observing   ensues.

[crueltymade]

𝖔𝖔𝖈 :

FNAF   on   the   brain,   I’m   sorry   I   disappeared 😭