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[heroichedgehammer]

Oh, boy—he was already at the 'ranting and raving' stage. She was really pushing it. "But those things! Those sparky light things—they're showing us something! You didn't see—?"

She stopped quite suddenly (winded by now—Knuckles was so stubborn) about halfway down the squeezing passage, her eyes narrowed, her ears turning and twisting. It all looked so old—something should have grown here by now, some hardy type of vine, or weeds, mold at least, some form of life that thrived in abandoned worlds like this one. But nothing ever seemed crack through the pavement and steel; even the largest breaks and gaps in the ground were barren and cold. It smelled like batteries and sour rust, stinging at the nose. Now the walls on either side of them stretched unchangingly upward for far too long, dwarfing them.

And it was way too dark.

But she had to stick to her instincts; now that she'd gotten them this stuck, it was about all she had. Never, ever could Sonic go anywhere she didn't eventually find—sometimes by the nature of things precisely like this. Yeah. They'd be fine!

"Okay...!" Amy said slowly, her squeezing grip gradually loosening on Knuckles as she drifted forward. The beat of her steps reverberated back to them from somewhere at its very end. It was a strange effect for a narrow space packed with discarded, dilapidated beams and crates upon crates of dented, dinky scrap. "Not a lot of places to go in an alley, right? Except—"

Her brow furrowed. She eyed with with particular suspicion any cluster of metallic garbage that entirely obscured the walls they leaned against.

"Okay!" she said, turning finally to Knuckles again. Time to stare down the beast. "There were these two LED light thingies floating around—like weird little eyes. And I think they were following us, but in that way where they want you to notice, ya know? So I think—!"

She doesn't wait to finish before crossing to the nearest pile of junk. With a shouldering heave, she shoves an errant crate from the top of the pile. CRASH—bolts and pincers and half-ruined robot heads scatter about, rolling and tinkling against the ground a near musical cascade.

"—they know—!"

Shove. CRASH.

"—where to go! We just gotta find them!" Beat. "So punch some stuff around until we find a hole or something!"

     Hmm... what was the definition of insanity again? It seemed as though the meaning of such a word was eluding the pink hedgehog, but her echidna companion would be more than happy to remind her if she didn’t shape up toot-sweet. 

     Ugh. It's a flash of pointed teeth in pure unbridled annoyance, an irked browline quirked to utmost irritation once the other wheeled around with yet another incorrect interjection. Frankly, it was downright impressive how fast this heroine could jump between being the wise combatant posing strategy and tact into a troublesome scenario, listening to everyone's advice on the scenario and wrapping it up neatly with two parts consideration and three parts execution...

     To the pigheaded little girl stomping her feet and balling her fists insisting that she's right where she's wrong. Talk about being multifaceted, sheesh. They sure had some real stubborn personalities in their friend group, didn't they? Normally it was Knuckles being the guy that goes 'I don't need a map', but Amy had him replaced in every sense of the word.

     Teeth are sucked, a sneer tugging at his upper lip. "No, I've waited more minutes than there are in the day! Instead'a walking around like we're goin' somewhere, lemme climb up one'a these buildings and see if I can discern literally anything else from topside! Cuz' lemme tell ya Ames, not a lot is gettin' done from down here!" It was a huff before shoes were quick to begin storming off. A well-known fact about Knuckles: when he said something, by Gaia's light did he mean it. Off toward one of the plentiful buildings was he taking himself, marching off to start a climb and finally see if they could—

     "Wh—?! AMY!!" Snatched~. Actually, he wasn't going anywhere, because APPARENTLY Amy had a point she was DEADSET on proving! Oh, his body hikes its temperature up high after that little stunt, the scent of burning charcoal making a strike for the nostrils as soon as a temper spiked. Strike one was getting them in this mess in the first place, and that was strike two.

     "Are we seriously shooting for cramped alleyways now!? You'd be lucky to find a scampering rat running from garbage can to garbage can, this place is so abandoned! Let alone this being a way back to Sonic and Tails!" He is begrudgingly, and I mean begrudgingly, dragged along. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to go quietly. Oh, far from it in fact. Put that muscle to work, Amy, you were going to need it to wrangle this bull in particular. "Saw 'it' again?! WHAT IS 'IT'!? Because if it ain't a pathway cutting straight to the Tornado so that we can get OFF of this infurating, decrepit, mixed-up WASTELAND of an island... THEN I DON'T CARE ABOUT IT!!"

#🌹 ic #masterprotector #{ good thing he's not a two-striker }

[heroichedgehammer]

                             when you press me to your heart                                         I’m in a world apart                                      where roses  ( bloom )

                                              && when you speak                                          angels  s i n g  from above                                            everyday words seems                                          to turn into  ~ love songs ~

#🌹 musings

[heroichedgehammer]

"Huh?

No! Regard the why! Only regard the why! Because, like—why?!"

     "No-no, he's not a frog, he's got a bunch of clones that are frogs. At least, I don't think Peppino is a frog. He doesn't display the qualities of a frog, but I don't know why specifically the clones have to be frogs then, so I'm trying to piece that one together as we speak. To preserve my own mental stability, I'm attempting to disregard the 'why' for right now and focus specifically on the 'how'.

     And the base man of the cloning seems deeply grief-stricken by the cloning, it's clearly something he didn't give consent for, so... I dunno, it's just weird all around."

#🌹 ic #{ ahem. w h a t. } #skyfcx

[heroichedgehammer]

Amy leans in. She squints.

"So, he's just... a frog sometimes? Is that what this is?"

     "...Is it bad that I am vaguely interested in the why's and how's that went into cloning a really fast Italian man? It's definitely some weird stuff that I by no means want to repeat, but I am excruciatingly curious about the overall science behind it."

#🌹 ic #{ I have no idea what's going on here but I'm fascinated enough by the weirdness to engage-- } #skyfcx

[heroichedgehammer]

{ I didn't get to ramble about The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog because I wasn't on this blog when it dropped, but for real, you guys, it's probably my favorite Amy Rose portrayal to date—

Just... she tried to bust out of the back room with her spare hammer. And it broke. And instead of telling anyone, she hid it because she was too embarrassed to admit to it.

She gets so excited about winning her birthday mystery game herself that she runs off without you and refuses to share anything, gets stuck on accusing Shadow, and is so apologetic and sweet when she realizes she was not only wrong, but he was trying to buy her a gift—!

Like, the version of Amy Rose where a lot of her mistakes happen because her strongest emotions override her common sense? I love that. I love writing where her vigor and passion is the double-edged sword that saves and trips her without it meaning she's innately stupid or selfish. It's such a fun and engaging theme for her character and I am still so happy that it's alive somewhere in the official media. That! Is so! Awesome! }

#itsnotamy #{ I called my guy 'Caboose' by the way- }

[heroichedgehammer]

There was a point in this clever detour—oh, maybe yea many minutes ago—that a reasonable person would realize they'd made a terrible, horrible, embarrassing mistake. And for what it was worth, Amy was at least that reasonable. But you see, Knuckles, passing the same sort of sign again once or twice was fine—signs were supposed to repeat themselves. And one fat zebra crack in the road could only be so different from another, right? And an awful city like this would obviously be devastatingly uninventive with its architecture; of course they'd see the same kind of building twice! Or three times. Or four. All with the same musty, dingy panel with a star-shaped stain in the same musty, dingy, star-stained spot.

She'd concocted all these retorts for him, each one made with increasingly heated insistence in perfect proportion to the swell of dread nestling itself under her ribs. They were all excuses. She knew that. And by the slowly deepening creases of waning patience in Knuckles brow, he knew it, too. Maybe it was because Knuckles' personal brand of disappointment felt so much worse than what she'd get from the others, but it bothered her so, so much that she'd dug her heels in before she'd reasoned why she would even want to do such a thing. Shame was such a potent emotion—and that nibble of spite wasn't helping.

She rounded on him, her quills raised with a frustrated anxiety that spun in her gut.

"Ohhh, just wait a minute! Let me just—!"

She whirled about again, looking frantically left and right. She knew she'd seen something of note, something that would take them where they needed to be. Not for any reason she could explain (and Knuckles certainly wouldn't have bought it if she'd tried); she just knew. Where had it gone, that sparkle of electric light? Where—?

Oh! There it was, two beads of energy twinkling for just a flash in the alley a yard from them, just off the beaten path. Of course, they hadn't been there before—the shadows of this place were generous in number, and she'd sworn it had been down the road (which was apparently just a big, fat, stupid circle) they'd been wandering instead. But it was a meaningful direction, and boy was she eager to have a real heading again.

"There! Right there, see? I saw it again!" And she seized him by the wrist to tug him spiritedly along. Knuckles was a rigid person in every way, so she had to put her back into it—but it could be done. Could be.

@heroichedgehammer gets a starter because i said so

     'I know a shortcut,' she said. 'We've gotta get back to the rest of the team in case they need our help for their side of the mission,' she said. 'I'm totally not going to get the two of us lost by taking us wildly off the path that we trekked previously, you can so trust me Knuckles why would I ever lie to you and get you hopelessly lost in a dingy old city sitting on an island just left of the middle of nowhere,' she said.

     ...Okay, Amy didn't actually say that last part, but she might as well have.

     The initial debrief was simple, the job to follow as easy as could be: a collection of Egg-Robos acting as commanders of Eggman's forces had taken up residence within an old and abandoned city isolated on a far-off island. Secluded from the rest of the world, they work in secrecy to bring life to whatever evil scheme was next in Eggman's itinerary. Show up, locate them, and stop them.

     And such had been done successfully! ...Even if the ensuing fight had caused the whole of Team Genesis to split up as the Egg-Robos scrambled to different corners of the city. But with Amy and Knuckles' side of the fight wrapped up, all that was left was to rendezvous with Sonic and Tails in order to see how their battle had gone.

     But nobody told them that navigating this dirty old city would be the hardest part of the plan! The wild goose chase took a minute, and in an unfamiliar location, they were left to their memory alone to retrace their steps. Such survival skills were loosely within the echidna's wheelhouse, yet it was Amy who spoke first, saying that she had seen a shortcut back to the city's center during their speedy pursuit.

     This, ladies and gentlemen, was why the echidna had trust issues.

     Take a turn here, another left there. Walk down a long stretch of road, turn onto a deeply familiar stretch of nigh identical road. Hm, that rusted stop sign looked unmistakable... and why was that? Perhaps it was because it had to be the very same rusted stop sign they had walked past the last eight-hundred times they had looped back to the same stupid roundabout! Chaos, he hated cities!

     There's a groan, and then a clearing of the throat.

     Ahem. "Yeaaah, I'm gonna call it. As the officially designated bearer of bad news, I declare that we are lost. I know, it hurts, your pride is wounded beyond repair and you'll never recover, but if I see hear that busted-up traffic light buzzing green one more time, I'm gonna lose it. And you are, admittedly, my least favorite person to snap at. So we're gonna need to find Sonic so I can take my irritation out on him instead, capiche?"

#🌹 ic #masterprotector #{ that is *so sweet* knuckles #are you *sure* she's earned that-- }

[heroichedgehammer]

Anonymous confuses me entirely: Gives you 10 packs of Nongshim black shin RAMYUN

Amy Got: TOO MANY NOODLES!

She immediately drops most of them in a clatter of plastic. "Wh—?!"

"Wait! What am I gonna do with these?!"

#🌹 ic #{ it's certainly *something* that this kind of ask still happens }

[heroichedgehammer]

@hoverboardhoodlums said: "Go on, do it. Say a bad word in front of children." Jet's always ready to encourage bad behavior!

Amy is making a noise akin to a muffled, squealing teapot. Not for you, though, Jet. Not for you.

#🌹 ic #hoverboardhoodlums #{ Jet no }

[heroichedgehammer]

"Uuugh! That's it! I'm gonna do it!"

"I'm gonna say a swear—!"

#🌹 ic #{ I'm going to keep posting my Amy-themed intrusive thoughts until my RP gears unstick for her again } #{ spoiler warning: she is not going to Say A Swear }

[heroichedgehammer]

You can "do" many things by yourself, but is more fun when you are doing them with friends, right?

"Exactly! It's kinda the point for me, really. I mean, who wants to do stuff like pitch a tent or go dancing alone, right?"

#🌹 ic #amyanswered #{ gonna make it a bucket list item to go to a club for the sole intention of doing the macarena in a corner by myself }

[heroichedgehammer]

broken stupid purity thing

Amy is 100% NOT pure..sorry

"Broken!"

#🌹 ic #🌹 blog games #{ she hates it and therefore the result is exactly what I wanted }

[heroichedgehammer]

"Sure, she's little, but Cream's amazing. Way cuter than me. Totally smarter than me."

#🌹 ic #{ In my current ideal Team Rose Cream is the calmer and more perceptive foil to Amy's hot-headed ''blinders on'' passion #but enough about my wishlist-- }

[heroichedgehammer]

"I mean, I can go camping on my own. I just don't wanna. It's the 'by myself' part that's boring, not the other parts!"

#🌹 ic #{ hi again everybody! #Amy is not a single social butterfly but a constant storm of them manifested into a person }

[heroichedgehammer]

"I made a friend in almost every one of my favorite places. Great people can make anywhere special, huh?"

#🌹 ic #{ lets grease the gears here-- #I'm also booting up an old LOZ blog of mine so lets see how it all goes! }

[heroichedgehammer]

{ Well. I fell off the edge of the earth again when work picked up, then something Bad™ I didn't see coming happened which took the wind out of my sails as far as being, uh...anywhere went. I think I'm alright now, so I'm around. Hi, everyone! }

#itsnotamy #{ Loved 'The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog' though! Best canon Amy to date }

[heroichedgehammer]

Hellboy  {Sentence Starters}

“How big can it be?“

“You should be running.“

“I’m fireproof, you’re not.“

“Didn’t I kill you already?“

“Oh, yeah. That was weird.“

“Don’t get psychic with me.”

“No, it doesn’t make it all right.”

“Remind me why I do this again.“

“Are you going to be okay? Alone?“

“Oh, come on. I am not pure of heart.“

“Cut to the end, will ya? How do I kill it?“

“Look, I’m really sorry, but I’m not your guy.“

“I wish you would take better care of yourself.“

“I’m not going to be around forever, you know.”

“So, how many escapes this year alone? Five.”

“You’re not old enough to be giving me advice.“

“Believe me, I have lived long enough to know!“

“He doesn’t want me with him. I know that much.“

“In the dark I heard your voice, what did you say?“

“I wish I could do something about this. But I can’t.”

“Yeah, that’s what you do. That’s why we need you.“

“Could you hold this guy for a while? He is so negative.”

“Behind this door, a dark entity. Evil, ancient and hungry.“

“You will never understand what kind of power you have.“

“You know what my problem with you is? You’re reckless.“

“Could you hurry up, because it’s a… it’s a little spooky in here.“

“Well let’s see… there was that moment, when I had the train on top of my head.”

“My uncle used to say that we like people for their qualities but we love them for their defects.“

“But I can promise you two things. One: I’ll always look this good.Two: I’ll never give up on you… ever.“

#🌹 rp meme #{ what do you meeean I'm not peeking at the dash while I should be working-- }

[heroichedgehammer]

"Oh."

Beat.

No, yeah, that's still very cool.

"Recycling!"

-- confused pause. ❝ yeah ?? ❞

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#🌹 ic #timelocker #{ ah yes of course #what a wonderful garbage cat }