No More Holding Back!

A Mature 18+ Selective Semi-Canon Divergent Amy Rose

[pxkipxki]

Promo Credit 

          “Princess don’t fight?                                    

                    Good Thing I’m Not A Princess!”

A Mature 18+ Selective Semi-Canon Divergent Amy Rose

[chaosmemes]

𝙎𝙊𝙉𝙄𝘾 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙃𝙀𝘿𝙂𝙀𝙃𝙊𝙂. (2006)  🡆   𝘓𝘈𝘚𝘛 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘙𝘠. / sentence starters!

feel free to change titles / pronouns / places where appropriate.

‟ Finally, the seal is broken! ” ‟ It’s time for the final curtain call! ” ‟ What is this? ” ‟ Where are we? ” ‟ What’s going on? ” ‟ Is this because of that light? ” ‟ The Chaos Emerald has disappeared… ” ‟ This is all so confusing… ” ‟ It’s all because of ___. ” ‟ It seems we were all caught by the spatial distortion. ” ‟ No… you don’t think… ” ‟ Time itself will collapse and disappear into nothingness. ” ‟ The instability of time cause this time-space rift. ” ‟ It won’t remain for much longer. ” ‟ We’ve got no time to waste! ” ‟ Defeating it here, now, would do nothing. ” ‟ If you say it exists in the past, present and future, I’ll destroy them all at once! ” ‟ It might have been possible, if he was still alive. ” ‟ I feel… ___’s presence in the wind. ” ‟ I don’t think he’s dead yet! ” ‟ Focus your thoughts on using its power to perform this miracle… ” ‟ You should be able to use the gems’ power to rescue ___’s soul! ” ‟ To collect them all in time, we’ll have to split up. ” ‟ I’ll go, too. Because it’s for ___! ” ‟ Please heed my call. ” ‟ I wish to save this world. ” ‟ I wish to cleanse my father’s sin. ” ‟ You have given me so many things. ” ‟ Now it is my time to return the favor. ” ‟ I care not what happens to me. ” ‟ Come back! To me… to us! ” ‟ Thank you, ___. ” ‟ Did you destroy it? ” ‟ It’s so beautiful… ” ‟ When the flame has grown large enough, our world will change. ” ‟ People will be able to rectify past mistakes and avoid bitter fate. ” ‟ We’ll both be able to see your mother once again. ” ‟ Who knew such a tiny flame could bring such devastation? ” ‟ You and I will never meet. ” ‟ It will have never happened. ” ‟ To tell the truth, I don’t care what happens to the world. ” ‟ Just smile. ” ‟ It felt like… like someone was calling me. ” ‟ I’m sure it’s just the wind. ” ‟ But it felt so familiar somehow… ”

[pxkipxki]

She’s falling asleep standing up.

[pxkipxki]

Promo Credit 

          “Princess don’t fight?                                    

                    Good Thing I’m Not A Princess!”

A Mature 18+ Selective Semi-Canon Divergent Amy Rose

[pxkipxki]

Muse for Amy is low

[pxkipxki]

starter call

[pxkipxki]

“This is not a smart idea , You and I both know this.”

[pxkipxki]

I’m currently in the process of working on having to move out of my house, my activity will be spotty.

[pxkipxki]

Like for a starter

[pxkipxki]

I’m currently in the process of working on having to move out of my house, my activity will be spotty.

[pxkipxki]

@resolutewarrior​ continued

“I might have some on hand.” She raises a brow at him, clearly waiting to see what he said, hinting at the last part quite clearly.

[pxkipxki]

Reconciled with an old friend, cried tears of joy, now trying to get some sleep.

Today's been good.

[prjctshdw]

AMY.

“…You do realize I am obligated to tell him right?”

        ❝ do  not. ❞

[pxkipxki]

“...” She ponders it, a slight tap of her foot as she tilts his head. “Shadow, do you really think he’s gonna find out eventually?”

[prjctshdw]

        ❝ no  one  tell  wade  i  destroyed  half  of  the  playground  because  some  kid  threw  a  ball  at  my  head. ❞

[pxkipxki]

“...You do realize I am obligated to tell him right?”

[pxkipxki]

She casts her gaze to the Poki Poki Hammer, the connection is blurred. It’s like she’s barely scraping any of the energy that’s there, a faint trail that barely leads back to her, the once vivid bright line of spiritual energy is more like shackles around herself, fragmented at area’s as if rusting away or simply turning invisible to her gaze, solidifying so much more significantly that she can no longer see it’s positive. The spiritual chains that had always been dug into her that she’d only recently realized the signs, before being able to see them. She knew that her own…abnormality was in no way close to what other’s had, yet it was enough to tell her signs in battle, helped her performance.

Yet, that was blurring after the fact her friends even if accidentally had betrayed her at one point, a crack in the fantasy world she had built for herself and she felt lost, spiraling out of control and desperately trying to cling to fragments, wanting to stay in that fantasy world. It’s only by sheer stubborn will that she finally breaks from that confine and has found herself making this decision now.

Placing the Poki Poki Hammer to rest against the bark of the tree, her hand lingers for a moment as she can feel a part of her soul trying to deter her from this. She wasn’t anything worthwhile, she was the hammer girl. But she NEEDED to be someone besides the hammer girl. She NEEDED to be Amy Rose, for the first time in her life and this…this would be a step in that direction.

Until she was able to distinguish herself from the fake, this weapon would not help in that goal, the memories latched to it are too fond, too strong and she needs to distance herself from that at the moment. She needs to make her own path. One day she’d come back for it. Her fingers ever briefly brushing over the hilt before she exhales slowly, then finally tears her grasp and gaze away, leaving the Poki Poki Hammer behind and heading in the direction of the rising sun.

Towards a path she’d make for herself.

[voleusc]

pxkipxki​:

Her hands gently grasp the apple, pausing to take a bite out of it as a flash of sharp canines before she sinks her teeth into it, effectively taking a bite out of the red fruit, it doesn’t quell the sinking feeling in her stomach yet it does edge away the faint tint of hunger for the moment, a single ear twitching at what the other has to say. Only for both to swivel backwards, flattening against her head as much as they could when the other reveals she’d heard fragments of the conversation. However she does manage a light chuckle at the other’s wording on the situation, a unique way to look at the current obstacle.

“I’m weak and emotional, that’s it.”

It’s another harder bite into the apple, as if trying to use it to quell some of the burning anger deep in her core, it smolders and sparks but it doesn’t ever truly ignite. She’s gotten a better handle on it, besides she can’t be angry at the moment.

“I can’t support my strength, I lied about myself to make others more comfortable, I’m still not showing all of what I am, I’m not sure who I want to be…I just feel like a mockery.”

She lets the word hang in the air, sighing ever slightly.

she pauses before frowning.

‘ no, you’re strong. you didn’t give into the goating, you didn’t show them your true strength and kept your calm and cool. that shows the signs of a mature young woman who knows she could pound them into next week, yet chose not to. the only thing I would of done differently, was rob them blind as they insulted me. ’

‘ you being ‘soft and weak’ isn’t that at all. you recognize your mistakes and now have the opportunity to grow and learn from them. they may be painful to be brought back up, but you’ll prove them wrong and shine ever more when you do so. ’

she reaches over, petting some quills lightly as she did before taking another bite and staring out quietly gently kicking her legs, swinging them lightly off the edge of the platform, eyelids lowering.

‘ i was once young and reckless. i thought of my gems and my own rewards before others needs and feelings. i hurt a lot of people… and due to that, i’ve been alone for a long time. you have a heart amy, you’re not like me. you have the chance to shape yourself into a brilliant diamond. ’

[pxkipxki]

Was that how it was seen, strength? That she hadn’t beaten the crap out of those that would taunt her, would throw things at her, would call her horrid names just to try and make themselves seem stronger or better. Though there is wisdom in the bat’s words, no matter how she places them, Amy can sort of understand the segments her frazzled mind allows her to focus on.

But then Rouge moves- Does something that stokes the embers and it takes everything in Amy to remain still, because memories flood back just from the simple petting of her quills, long dulled and clearly a more forced placement than their actual one, a dolled up appearance to make others more comfortable.

Lips quiver, knees are pulled closer to her chest before suddenly Amy disappears in a ball of fur, her quills snap upright and dig into place, it’s like her body had tried to do a spin dash to get away, it’s only thanks to the fact she doesn’t know how that keeps her completely stationary, simply latched in place, a faint quiver as if trying to contain her emotions before slowly unfurling. Gloved hands rising on instinct to try and settle her now wild quills that she had once had wild and free down into a forced settled posture.

“...How did you find the will to be yourself and not care what others think?” Is her first words, with more depth, with more emotion than she’s ever really wanted to give, a slight tint of red burning into the edges of green hues. “...Did you ever change your appearance too, just to quell other’s fear of you.”

[pxkipxki]

She casts her gaze to the Poki Poki Hammer, the connection is blurred. It’s like she’s barely scraping any of the energy that’s there, a faint trail that barely leads back to her, the once vivid bright line of spiritual energy is more like shackles around herself, fragmented at area’s as if rusting away or simply turning invisible to her gaze, solidifying so much more significantly that she can no longer see it’s positive. The spiritual chains that had always been dug into her that she’d only recently realized the signs, before being able to see them. She knew that her own...abnormality was in no way close to what other’s had, yet it was enough to tell her signs in battle, helped her performance.

Yet, that was blurring after the fact her friends even if accidentally had betrayed her at one point, a crack in the fantasy world she had built for herself and she felt lost, spiraling out of control and desperately trying to cling to fragments, wanting to stay in that fantasy world. It’s only by sheer stubborn will that she finally breaks from that confine and has found herself making this decision now.

Placing the Poki Poki Hammer to rest against the bark of the tree, her hand lingers for a moment as she can feel a part of her soul trying to deter her from this. She wasn’t anything worthwhile, she was the hammer girl. But she NEEDED to be someone besides the hammer girl. She NEEDED to be Amy Rose, for the first time in her life and this...this would be a step in that direction.

Until she was able to distinguish herself from the fake, this weapon would not help in that goal, the memories latched to it are too fond, too strong and she needs to distance herself from that at the moment. She needs to make her own path. One day she’d come back for it. Her fingers ever briefly brushing over the hilt before she exhales slowly, then finally tears her grasp and gaze away, leaving the Poki Poki Hammer behind and heading in the direction of the rising sun.

Towards a path she’d make for herself.