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[shadowsceptereda]

❝ Maybe you deserve this. ❞

[danger-zcnes]

「 ☆ 」 Tired… Silver is so tired.

Have been since they can remember. Born into a world of strife, where struggle was the norm. Strength or smarts crucial if one was going to survive. Frankly, Silver doesn’t think they possess nearly enough of either at times. It’s a miracle they’ve lasted a long as they have, and surely not thanks to their own merit. Even escape from the charred cage they call home did nothing to ease their exhaustion.

True, it’s lesser now at some moments… but the weight always finds them eventually. When their friends are gone, be it in the others flawed utopias or Silver’s own decrepit world. Rot spreading through from the roots, refusing to heal no matter how many times they try. Over and over and over— So many attempts, Silver can’t even recall them all; a fractured mind to blame, but they prefer not to think about it too much or the implications should it grow worse.

Body feeling like it’s moving through jelly, Silver can barely find the energy to lift their gaze to meet Mephiles'. BARELY. They find it, as they always have and always will… and when golden hues meet those of someone who they bet would love to play the part of judge, jury, and executioner, they offer a weak smile. Riddled with a bittersweet acceptance they can’t bother to hide in this exchange. Next time, they’ll be better. They’ll make up for this crack in the facade.

But for now, Silver lets themself say, ❝ Yeah. Maybe I do. ❞

That’s not the issue, though. It never has been. Silver’s punishment for failing may be vast and cruel as the dimensions they are flung around by the whims of fate. Skipping like a stone, leaving meaningless ripples that always fade into nothingness. Perhaps Silver deserves everything that has happened and WILL come. But that holds no importance when it comes to those around them. Those Silver is desperate to save help. Do they deserve to have their lives crumble around them? Innocents buried in broken pieces of what was meant to provide shelter and happiness.

❝ Heh— I don’t know whether that makes everything easier or harder to bear. ❞ Silver lightly chuckles, a mirthless sound as their smile doesn’t meet their eyes. Quietly, after a drawn-out exhale of breath, they add, ❝ … What about you? Do you think you deserve anything that’s happened? ❞ 「 ☆ 」

[ochi06]

scandalous!

[danger-zcnes]

「 ☆ 」 ❝ ... ❞

Shrugs before saying, ❝ Yeah. I'd fuck a human. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

[idwsonicnews]

Sonic the Hedgehog #64 Cover A

Line Art: Jack Lawrence

Colors: Reggie Graham

[tailschannel]

[12neonlit-stage]

Sleepy Boy Syndrome

[themetalvirus]

i like when silver's emotional immaturity makes him hit people and get into fights and hurt people's feelings. sometimes its just Like That when you're fourteen and traumatized

[themetalvirus]

YESYESYESYES EXACTLY. he spend his whole life up to traveling back in time having to react with violence in order to stay alive. it's a defense mechanism. something startling you is life or death in the apocalypse and you need to act fast. unfortunately it does not serve him well when someone walks into the kitchen too quietly and they get a chair thrown at their head

[hishighnesstheprincess-deactiva]

[verocitea]

Just one step closer to everything I’ve ever wanted

…

(so why do I feel so sick?)

[justlittlefrogthings]

I drink poison just because it doesnt hurt me and it makes you so mad

[danger-zcnes]

warraigoe:

         it was always good to see a familiar face – or at least one that he knows ? if that makes sense. after all, everyone CLAIMS that they know him, and they don’t seem HOSTILE, so there was never ever reason to feel ON EDGE. or at least not enough when you’ve realized that your some sort of HERO that has just lost some memories.

        was he really a HERO ? sure, he had SOME sorts of powers, but –  did sonic NEEDLEMOUSE think of himself as a hero ? no. that was silly… it was STRANGE to think about… 

        but then why does his dreams feel so REAL ? he chooses not to really delve into it. they were just DREAMS and surely meant nothing more. his imagination has always been a little crazy.

        right ?

        ❝ fastest i’ve gone is about 767 miles an hour. ❞  at least that’s what his BRAIN was telling him. he wasn’t sure if he actually remembers going that fast. why would he need to ? there was no reason for him to be able to cross the entire world within a day !

       ❝ but i think i can go to 769 if i want to push myself. ❞ dang physics… he could only push himself so far. there’s a tilt of his head as he thinking about what silver had said… ❝ it’s a bit harder to see things in my peripheral when i’m running… but i suppose that my vision kind of looks like if you’re going through a tunnel. i can see what i’m looking at clearly, but the surroundings blur if i’m not paying attention to it. ❞

「 ☆ 」   It’s an unknown relief when Sonic— Needlemouse? Silver can never decide which to refer to the other as, always internally switching between the two— sometimes without fully realizing it until later —despite using their friend’s  ❛  preferred  ❜  name vocally. Regardless, Silver is spared the embarrassment of a careless question, curious expression trained upon the other as Sonic shares his triumphs. Eyes widening at such a remarkable number, smile follows suit, Silver losing their posture as they float in the air. Fists clenched in front of themself, leaning forward as if drawn in by Sonic’s explanation, body slowly rotates so that they are lying on their stomach in the air rather than standing straight.

Gently bobbing in the air as if in water, arms cross underneath them, kicking legs reminiscent of laying atop a bed. Able to be face to face with Sonic, the small hedgehog nods their head,  ❝  Okay, okay— Yeah, I can understand that.  ❞  Granted, their tunnel vision doesn’t come from SPEED. Usually it’s because of overexcitement— or just as common, extreme anxiety —shoving aside anything or anyone else from their mind. Blurred peripherals of their own creation, sometimes causing Silver to act in ways they’d rather not. But now isn’t the time to focus on the... negatives. Needlemouse doesn’t hang around them to have his mood dampened.

He probably has to deal with enough of that by merit of being him.

❝  Have you ever tried to go fast without running?  ❞  Strange question slips past curious lips as Silver does a quick flip in the air, rotating so they’re sitting as they continue,  ❝  Like if you just wanted to move your arms really quickly. To— I don’t know, make a sandwich or something.  ❞  Motioning in a pantomime of stacking ingredients, arms don’t go NEARLY as fast as they figure Sonic’s would; but rushed movements get the message across.  ❝  Could you finish tasks with super speed, or is it only for transportation purposes?  ❞  It’s something Silver has wondered for a while... and can’t remember if they ever got an answer for.

So, who better to ask than Needlemouse? Whether Silver had this conversation already with Sonic doesn’t affect HIM at all. A bittersweet silver lining of reacquainting themself with an old friend, mistakes not as easily made when both are trying to navigate uncertain waters.   「 ☆ 」 

[danger-zcnes]

❛ i can’t lose you again! ❜ (Dewey and Silver) -  ✩   「 @decanard 」   ✩  

「 ☆ 」 When the rip in time opened, Silver had felt as if their head was tearing into two as well. A sharp, ear-splitting ringing accosting them. Painful enough to make them fall to their knees with a cry, hands pressing against their ears as they bowed their head, like that would make the agony cease. Reality itself screaming in anguish, the merciless, clawed hands of fate had finally found their prey. A piece of a world far beyond this own, in time and distance, haphazardly thrown where it didn't belong. Who can say for sure why it chose NOW to reclaim Silver... As confounding as the time tornado that had whisked Dewey away, now it was the hedgehog's turn to be torn away from a world they had started to view as theirs.

No matter how delusional a view that was.

Swept up in the uncaring vortex, Silver had tried to fight against the current. Air pulling them towards the glowing break in reality like water swirling down a drain, Silver was no match for the unbending universe. Uncertain WHERE it was trying to take them— perhaps it was a way out of Dewey's world and back to their own broken one, but it could just as easily be throwing them somewhere new; only this time, they'd be ALONE and lost —a fear unlike any before grips Silver. A selfish, debilitating terror reflected in golden eyes as they gaze into bright blue.

In a perfect parallel of what had happened before, now Silver finds themself on the other end of the outstretched hand. Clinging desperately to Dewey's hold, body whipping in the wind as the duckling fights to keep Silver from being taken. Eyes welling with tears, Silver knows they can't blame it entirely on the stinging dust tainting the air, reminding them of home their world, ❝ D-Dewey... I– ... I don't want to go. ❞ Silver admits, words breaking through a thick voice. Blinking to try and clear their gaze, NEEDING to see the duckling, tears stream down a dirt-streaked face, ❝ I don't want to go! ❞ Crying out louder, voice cracks with a plea—

❝ Please don't let it take me! ❞ 「 ☆ 」

[olivashko]

So here's my take on Silver in TMOSTH

He is a popstar singer and is located in the lounge with Shadow

My boy is really bad at getting attention

ALso, heres fanmade sprites I did for him

[danger-zcnes]

happyheroiism:

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「 ☆ 」   Whereas Sonic’s ignited fire is a defiant one— at least, it TRIES to be —the blue hedgehog struggling against his bodily binds, Silver’s is... oddly comforting in its blistering heat. A familiar flame deep within their gut, licking at every nerve with temptation to surrender deeper into its embrace. A siren song Silver hasn’t the strength to resist, their broken memories powerless against the gruesome scenes unfolding before them. A mission of Hope, of life anew, twisted beyond recognition as Silver studies every intimate detail. 

It’s all so fascinating. Obsessed with life in all its forms since arriving at Hope’s Peak, clueless to the world’s wonders, Silver had been blind to the morbid beauty of something far more prominent. A force that comes for everyone, powerful and poor alike forced to bend to its whim. DEATH truly is the one thing everyone has in common. ONE way Silver could best understand the fleeting existence around them. The look in those people’s eyes... Their screams, their cries for mercy— and even more chilling eye-opening, for release from their suffering —the way victims continue to struggle against all odds, only to realize its fruitless.

THIS is what life is at its purest form. This struggle. This despair.

❝  Why would you want to stop this?  ❞  Silver breathes in a shuddery, delighted exhale. Excitement causing their fur to bristle, their heart to RACE, their mind to sing with limitless possibilities to draw others to the brink of existence itself— To think, people are ignorant to this. To the raw emotions that drive those on the blood-splattered screens. To experiences that, yes can only be felt one time to be at their PEAK, but are more than worth the price. For how can someone claim to have truly lived until they’ve had that life ripped away from their desperately clawing hands? What a waste of a life. To reach its end without being appreciated. 

It doesn’t hurt that with every mangled corpse, Silver thinks of several unanswered questions as to how someone may react— or look —if it were gone about in a DIFFERENT way.

❝  Don’t you get it— Don’t you understand?  ❞  Voice raising in volume to be heard above the agonizing screams— they can’t tell if its coming from the video or Sonic —Silver clenches their fists in front of themselves, knuckles nearly popping from the force as they elatedly scream,  ❝  THIS is what it’s all about! This is what I’ve been missing! What EVERYONE has been missing!  ❞  Laughing maniacally, wide-eyes stream pained joyous tears as they reverently behold the secrets unveiled before them,  ❝  Can’t you feel it? Can’t you feel their pain? Their DESPERATION! They want to live— They want to live so badly but they CAN’T.  ❞  Bloodied smile growing wide, face hurts from the strain,  ❝  These are their last moments, and now they finally realize what it means to exist. What it means to FEEL.  ❞  

❝  You understand it too, don’t you?  ❞  There’s something desperate in the question, Silver’s golden hues almost pitying as they speak to their friend despite not looking away from the screens. They can hear the rattling of the vices... The anguish in Sonic’s scream.... They would envy him, if they weren’t so deliriously happy for the person they care for most. 

❝  You want something you can’t have...  ❞  Tone becomes softer than the harsh edge of before, a dizzying mimicry of how the hedgehog would sound when musing about the future with Sonic. Those talks feel like lifetimes ago, Silver barely able to recall them. Those feelings so dreadfully... dull compared to the intensity of now. Silver’s expression becomes distant, wistful as they inquire,  ❝  How does it feel? To know you can’t stop what’s happening?  ❞     「 ☆ 」 

[danger-zcnes]

decanard:

❝ Hey… Are- Are you alright? ❞ Silver calls out, voice instinctively hushed as he carefully approaches the other. Not that there seems to be another ‘living’ thing around for miles; only smoke… and flames… and constant dark surrounding them. The sounds of buildings collapsing, rubble being moved by things unseen, a strange melody of eerie silence and constant calamity. The roaring of fire, sounding like a demon unleashed from below. It’s always approaching. Yet, Silver’s voice is quiet as he floats towards the other— avoiding the hassle of climbing over the broken concrete around them —as if afraid The Flames themselves would hear him and decide to approach. ❝ Do you need help? ❞ It’s a dumb question. Everyone here needs help… He just- hasn’t met another person in so long. Forever honestly. Aside from being found by his mentor and Blaze, Silver’s never actually done the finding before. Landing softly beside the crying duckling, he extends a hand and offers a gentle smile, ❝ Here… Take my hand…. ❞ @danger-zcnes||Silver

He hated this. It had been days stuck here in the darkness and smoke. The darkest part of him wanted to strangle his little brother when not if. when he made it home. Because Dewey couldn’t fathom not ever being home again. Louie and Huey would figure it out and they would laugh about this….someday. Hopefully. 

The flames had climbed closer to where he had been hiding so it was time to move. That’s what he had been doing when the voice had sounded near him. He thought it was an illusion. Turning, he had got a face full of smoke which made his eyes water. The second sentence made him realize that he wasn’t alone like he thought. 

He goes to answer and starts coughing up a storm, which actually makes him start to cry because he can’t breathe properly. His hand does go into the others because what choice does he really have at this point? Maybe this one knew a place away from this. He certainly hoped so. There had to be some good news here somewhere right?. His coughing slowed after a few seconds. “Thank you…” He rasped lightly, still crying a bit. 

「 ☆ 」     ❝  Hey, hey— It’s alright... Don’t worry about talking.  ❞  Silver reassures the stranger, wincing at the duckling’s coughing fit. Silver can vaguely recall having similar issues when they were younger, hazy and broken as those memories are. Of stinging eyes and a burning nose, sore throat hurting enough to make them want to cry. But with time came acceptance, not only of their body’s pain but from their body as well. Accustomed to the filthy atmosphere, they now naturally breathe the thick air. Heavy in their lungs, scratching their throat, sometimes making their stomach linger with a faint feeling of nausea ( usually when its been left empty for far too long ) but breathable nonetheless... Which is VERY fortunate.

❝  Hold on tight to my hand, okay? I’ll get you out of here.  ❞  Ear twitching at the sound of a building collapsing nearby, the deafening creak of the structure sounds like a death groan as it plummets in a wave of dust. Head swiveling in that direction, breath catches as Silver tenses, golden hues darting around as if seeking something. When no imminent danger breaks through the haze of smoke, they look back at the stranger. Eyes clouded with concern, Silver hesitates only a moment— even in a place like this, they can’t break past their reluctance to upset the only company they’ve had in a while —before adding,  ❝  Actually, you should probably just hold onto me. I have a way of getting us out of here quickly, I promise.  ❞  

❝  All you have to do is trust me and— don’t let go... Okay?  ❞     「 ☆ 」 

[danger-zcnes]

shermphibia: 

@danger-zcnes // starter call !

Silver .. the futuristic hedgehog .. always came to Sonic whenever there was something wrong in the future that he needed his help with. Though , it was such a shame that his Silver found out about what he was doing to mobians .. he didn’t get to have his meal that day. Sucks.

His emerald eyes looked over to the other hedgehog , a fake facade of a happy smile spread across his face.

“ Silver ! Buddy ! What brings you here ? I’m happy to see ya. ”

「 ☆ 」   Disoriented from being ripped from the fabric of time and space— or more accurately, ripping THROUGH them —Silver, not for the first time, marvels at how one can be abruptly shot through reality without so much as a tingle of warning. Whoever had stitched together the fabric of the universe could have benefited from a bit of double-checking their needlework. Not one to complain about an arguably-helpful gift few possess, Silver does wish it wouldn’t see fit to develop a mind of its own at times. Unfathomable as their abilities in general, Silver still likes to give— fate? ... That seems as good a word as any.

They still like to give  ❛  fate  ❜  the benefit of the doubt; trusting that when their powers activate without warning, it has the world’s best interest at heart. Or at least someone within that world. Besides, it’s not as if they were making much progress in the one they had been in earlier, their home seemingly DETERMINED to unravel at the seams. No matter how many disasters they try to circumvent, sooner or later ( usually sooner rather than later ) the world almost seems to... reset; reality warping and changing around them to recreate a new, lifeless oblivion.

... They’ll find a permanent solution someday. They’re sure of it. Mostly.

Catching sight of a comforting face in a world they’re CERTAIN they’ve never been in, Silver raises a friendly hand with the intent to give a greeting they’ve given countless times before. But before they can, this Sonic beats them to it. Blinking quizzically at the use of their name, as well as the friendly familiarity, breath is stolen as they’re taken aback. They could have SWORN this place was new. But if Sonic already knows them— they have yet to stumble across worlds where they aren’t the first  ❛  Silver  ❜  to arrive —then they must be mistaken... Right? 

Wouldn’t be the first time.

❝  O-Oh, heh— Hey, Sonic! Good to see you... again!  ❞  They awkwardly reply, laughter lacing their bluff as they try to disguise what they assume must be more holes in their memory. Floating over, weightless even as guilt sinks heavily in their stomach, they remain a bit off the ground without realizing it; the small hedgehog using the extra height so they can be eye-level with their assumed friend.  ❝  To tell ya the truth, I don’t really know yet... But I’m sure I’ll figure it out! And until then, it’s always nice to be around a friend...  ❞     「 ☆ 」 

[not-bcring]

(( I don’t know how good I’ll be when it comes to Discord, IMs, writing, etc… Basically, I might be on sometimes. I might go MIA sometimes. At least, worse than usual. lol It has nothing to do with any of you, so please don’t take it personally if I happen to Not Be Around or incapable of one-on-one. - I’ll do a smol explanation under the cut but Tldr: Life has Hands. ))

(( Things have been bad for a while, but it’s all hit a whole new level of shitty and I’m exhausted. Emotionally and physically drained for I don’t know how long, it’s a bunch of family shit I won’t get into. But I’m just trying to be there for the people I care about who are hurting, all while keeping myself going. And it’s a lot. To the point where I feel the need to write this down, if only because I want people to know Why I may be quiet. It’s not even that I want to be quiet. I just might be sometimes. Hell, I most likely will be. At the very least when it comes to chatting. ))

(( I don’t know if I’m explaining this right. I’m tired but I want people to know that if I’m gone and/or fixated on certain things or whatever whatever, it’s not personal so please don’t be upset by it. It’s literally just me trying to navigate what’s happening. I hope you are all doing well and I care about you. Sorry for pinning a post but my state is at a point where it feels like it warrants an explanation, so we all know I’m trying to vibe but it ain’t coming easy lmao ))

[tikal-the-echidna]

I just discovered that the Japanese Sonic twitter does a thing called sonic pict where they post a piece of official artwork every so often (monthly?) and I’m in love <3

They’re gorgeous and such lovely little insights into the daily lives of some of these characters!