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&&. 𝓓𝓘𝓟ℒ𝓞ℳ𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓒. (HIATUS.)

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[steadfastspirit-archived]

//slaps on fifty textures and calls it a graphic. btw ART CREDIT.

SERIOUSLY THO

a few days ago this blog apparently turned a year old?? i legit don’t know how i haven’t poofed already or my muse tbh. the last two tumblr rp blogs i had lasted for two days and less than 8 months, but this one is still going fine at 12 months? and people actually follow me? and hopefully tolerate my sluggishness? how are u guys still here i don’t get it. im shit.

even with the self deprecation tho you guys?? are the nicest community i’ve been in?? far more welcoming than i ever deserved?? thank you??

as thanks here’s a bias list!! don’t be upset if i didn’t include u i love all of u!!! but my memory is on par with a fish!! <3 thank you guys again!! follow these peeps they’re ten thousand times better than me, they’re people i’ve interacted or just rly love their writing and muse and stuff (no order!!)

@hxllowobscurity @telekinetichedgehog @rosepiko @meanxgreenxteam @marelapis @mairusu-paua @skiiyte @blxeblxr @escapewiththewind @silencedfreedom @messianiczeal @chaoslit @loyalpika @thefutureissilver @cxttontail @a-wind-of-freedom

[kiyumie]

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[maimero-chan]

[theaiexperiment]

         Sardonyx inwardly admitted towards herself that the small, baby chao radiated his own BRILLIANCE, when choosing to conceal himself within those confides of Cream’s long, eloquent ears. Yes, she DID remember this particular duo before her quite well, for powers perceived each, individual mind like a fingerprint (plus an EXCEEDINGLY rare creature such as Cheese, was hard to ignore). The living copy could tell that this young mobian somewhat regretted her actions, for it was written all ACROSS flustered countenance, red as a tomato. At her attempt to wave the whole thing off through mere, physical gestures, a charmed demeanor could not prevent itself from flickering alive inside intricately-woven spirit.

         Despite these current, IRRITABLE-provoking circumstances lips couldn’t help but create a slight smirk, whilst chin rested upon her free hand, at the rabbit’s not-so-fantastic EXCUSE. However triangles attached onto her head cringed a bit, when hearing that label of ‘Miss Sardie’. Why were some people so DETERMINED, to call her by that name? Needless to explain, Sardonyx did not enjoy the title (for it sounded too similar to ‘sardine’). Twas a certain, personal VEXATION, but didn’t everyone have those from time to time? Brushing those thoughts away for now, she then diverted focus towards the event ensuing. It appeared that this little one occasionally lingered amongst the depths of a ‘rough crowd’, such an inevitable fact to avoid within life honestly. When Cream took a miniscule bite out of her fry, that amused attitude swiftly returned.     

         “Well no offense kid, but this ‘Miss Rouge’ person does not sound like the best individual, to get advice from, because for one you only ‘borrow’ stuff when you plan on giving them back. I’ll let you get away with it this time though, since I’m not your mom, guardian or babysitter. However I can’t promise you’ll get the same results, if you try this stunt on different people.”

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The blue creature resting within her ears did not understand the words that were exchanged well at all, but he could feel the tone of the conversation and see the auras that emitted from the two. As his companion still retained a cool, calming one; he pushed through, head poking out past the tufts of fur and resting on her shoulder, expressive eyes watching the hedgehog before his attention was rightfully captured by the delicious fries.

Cream mulled over Sardonyx’s words, begrudgingly admitting to herself that she was not the first to have gave her such advice. She had often heard much of the same from Knuckles (from the rare instances she spoke with the echidna) Tails and even Sonic himself. She had brushed it aside and steadfastly believed that Rouge simply knew better, as she was much older than the aforementioned three.

         “Oh,” she said simply, pulling the half eaten fry away. “In that case,           you can have it back, if you want. Then I haven’t stolen anything!”

She beamed, as if this solution was ground-breaking, one that would go down in records. The rabbit was a bright child, her soul was old and her wisdom beyond her years, but at the end of the day, she was still a kid, and held all the problems yet to be tackled in childhood. She liked to believe her sense of right and wrong were just, but her life view was easily warped by observation, not yet understanding life in her own way, but of other people’s experiences.

        “If I had to be honest, I wouldn’t borrow anything from a stranger...          -- Well, I know you better than anyone else here, is what I mean.          But.. I can see what you mean. I, um -- I apologize.”

[resentful-copy-deactivated20161]

@cxttontail

“I HAVE A QUESTION TO ASK YOU.”

[cxttontail]

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Cream turned her head to the source of the sound; nose twitching in anticipation as she stiffened. She gave a curt nod.

                   “Oh? Well, ask away, I’ll try to answer to the best                     of my abilities.”

[wordsnquotes]

Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don’t be afraid.

Frederick Buechner, Beyond Words: Daily Readings in the ABC’s of Faith (via wordsnquotes)

[sparckle-cat]

秒速5センチメートル

[littlecafe]

[cxttontail]

" Let me see "

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Her hands remained clamped over her mouth, head shaking in refusal. How she got the injury was an amusing story that she would look back in a month or two later and giggle over, but for now, all that she was concerned about was the busted lip. 

Cream bowed her head, letting her ears flop over her shoulders and aid her in covering her face as she tried to run away from Bark, muttering something apologetic and inaudiable.

[cxttontail]

tbh the times creme actually gets to be a real kid really warms my heart and i love writing it she is just too pure and literal smol kid

but i also love writing the stiff, overly polite, formal child especially in first meetings that is a literal rOCK SOLID WALL from her emotions and its so terrifyingly full of writing potential

and don’t forget the times when she gets to be a straight up bad bun kicking butts as a diplomat for G.U.N with @gunagentshadow

what im trying to say is i think i’ve found quite a lot of my muse back

[cxttontail]

@the-ai-experiment

        Here the sentient copy laid upon a chair, placed in an outdoor cafe. Her supposed ‘lunch’ appeared to be more like a mere SNACK, as it was nothing luxurious or GRAND to behold. Twas only a plate of fries (plus some soda to quench her thirst) adorned on table. An extremely small portion in reality, but considering Sardonyx was a creature who could go WEEKS without nourishment it would suffice. As crimson hues observed the book she held in right hand, her left one subconsciously reached for the plate, only to be HALTED by another’s touch. Shifting optics she then caught her ‘little thieves’, in the act. Giving her an arched up eye-ridge the artificial girl chose to let this whole thing slide, for now, and FINALLY spoke up, breaking awkward silence between them.

        “You know kid… you could have just asked. Didn’t your mom ever teach you, its not smart to steal from people?”

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The lighter beige of her muzzle flared up a wonderous pink that stretched down the back of her neck, followed by a bashful grin that threatened to hurt her cheeks as she tried to fight it off, hand retracting like she had been burnt, with Cheese wisely deciding to hide out in his usual retreat spot: within her loping ears.

Smoothly -- that is to say, not at all -- she tried to make a bit of a show out of it, eyes rolling dramatically skyward as she flapped her hand in vague gestures of dismissal.

            “I wasn’t stealing,” she drawled. “I was borrowing. There’s a difference,              Miss Sardie. Miss Rouge says you can always borrow something.”

Perhaps the jewel thief was not the best source of a role model, or a moral code. Absentmindedly, she nibbled on that piflered fry.

             “ -- Wow! These are pretty delicious. I’m not really allowed junk              food often.”

[kiyumie]

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[atlasthedestructionrobot-archiv]

“Anyone can talk.”  He certainly did.  “Though I don’t think this robot would’ve actually fought you.  He’s perfectly fine with roughing me up, but I don’t think he’d beat up a small child.”

Saburo wasn’t even in the habit of doing that.

“Really, huh?  Rebelling robots?  Sounds familiar.  Atlas is definitely one of those.  Though, really, rebelling and not working as intended are the same things.  It’s not like what we ask robots to do is that bad.  For them anyway.”

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         “Oh, well, that’s nice of him. I mean, that he wouldn’t hurt a child.           Though he probably has good reason to uhm, rough you up.”

If he was able to get her frustrated, a child who had been told her patience was saintly, then she dare not think how he got along with others.

However, her eyes seemed to light up at the mention of Atlas; a smile immediately capturing her face and her hands clasping together as she beamed up to him.

         “Oh! You know Atlas? I’ve met with him once or twice. Now that           I think about it.. I should probably visit him again whilst I’m here.           And I suppose you’re right, though the stuff Eggman asks for his           robots is really mean. Like, enslave an entire woodland. Thankfully           we have heroes like Mister Sonic to stop him.”

[cxttontail]

" Let me see "

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Stubbornly, she remained silent, pulling further away from the squirrel and burying her arm deeper into the pits of her all-too-big sweater. Her eyes were shiny, as if tears were threatening to fall as the sting of pain radiated from the graze.

Flying accidents were pretty common for Cream, as she lacked the endurace and stamina to keep herself in the air for long, and misjudgements of how high she could risk going ended up with minor scraps, cuts and grazes.

That didn’t make them any less dramatic for the child. She seemed content to be curled up into a ball of cream fluff, pink sweater and floppy ears.