…. he had a name?

no but i have this thing which is equally unfortunate id say

at least we never had to meet the deadly 6 life is good

i mean we didn’t exactly make it to a game so

you will never get a beautiful broad to play parcheesi with.

KEEP MY WIFEHUSBANDS NAME OUT YOUR MOUTH

ink. more like stink. because you smell. unpleasantly so

@parodysega.bsky.social why did you scrap me :(

Looking at Tiara and then back to the patch of grass she was resting in, a finger points to the outline of her body in the grass.

It’s so deeply worn in that the implication is clear — she had slept in that same spot night after night.

Now looking at the scepter, Cinder tilts her head curiously.

Incredibly grateful to him for putting out her fire before it / had / harmed anybody, Cinder’s expression brightens.

Nodding feverishly, she reaches out a hand for him to shake.

Her fire won’t burn him — her hand’s warm, but poses no threat. Not to someone she’s so thankful for.

/ cinder is so excited about the smallest little things. living her own life is new to her. everything about her life is new to her

He . . relates .ᐣ

Eyes brightening at the other, Cinder forms a mouth, an excited little smile on her muzzle at the prospect.

A wave meant hello, right .ᐣ Offering one Sonic’s way.

[ He sort of reminds her of . . No matter. ]

( Talking is . . . hard. 💧)

Satisfied by the way his entire face seems to flush, her eyes close, the mouth that had just been peppering kisses all over his cheek shut in a proud smile.

Perhaps just as silly, joining the steam are heart shaped tendrils of smoke floating around them.

&& guilt at the sight. She adores this forest — it’s the place she currently calls home. She hadn’t meant to burn it.

Facing Silver, she bows apologetically.

Nose twitching at the scent of smoke rising into the air, Cinder startles, but does not completely wake.

It is the sound of Silver’s voice as the fire she’d accidentally started is extinguished that finally snaps her eyes open.

Eyes as deep blue as her body widen at the sight of burnt grass, &&

Slowly coming to the sound of a voice, one deep and calm, Cinder blinks herself awake. It is not the first time a curious visitor has disrupted her slumber, and she doubts it will be the last.

Standing to meet his level, Cinder nods. A mouth forms on her muzzle, a polite small smile following.

Startled awake by the scepter poking at her, Cinder looks up at Tiara, eyes lowered skeptically.

She had been fine — it was a nice nap she was taking, and now she’s been startled awake. Nonetheless, the other cat seems harmless.

Nodding wordlessly at her visitor.

( Eyes crinkling in sudden determination, she does her best to mimic what Rush just had, moving her mouth in a way she hopes is similar. )

. . Cute.

( Offering him the closest thing to a compliment she can, she kisses his cheek — something he’d taught her. )

As if sensing the wielder of something far more cold than she, both eyes dart open, Cinder crouching quickly.

A being of flames, a fear of water is something that cannot be helped, but once she realizes Rio poses no threat, she stands up slowly.

“ . . ? “

Sending the other a questioning look.

Art from Sonic Channel

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝑰 𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒊𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆
𝑰𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

✎ 『 𝙑𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙖 』

His presence isn’t enough to wake her, not yet — but unconsciously, she’s able to sense someone is there.

Flames from her body reach out from Cinder, and all without burning him, wrap around the hand he’s got pressed to the tree.

Sensing he means no harm, they pull back shortly afterwards.

"ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴇᴍᴇʀᴀʟᴅ."

*ᴍᴜɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ ᴀʀᴇ 18+
*ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ/ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ʀᴘ
*ꜱʜɪᴘꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʜᴇᴍɪꜱᴛʀʏ
*(ɴ)ꜱꜰᴡ (ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ/ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʟ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟᴇᴡᴅ ɪꜱ ꜱᴛʀɪᴄᴛʟʏ ᴅᴍꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ)

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#SONICRP x #MVRP
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『 What you see is
what you get;
⸻ #SONICRP ⸻
Just a guy that
loves adventure!

I'm
SONIC THE HEDGEHOG! 』

The sentiment is shared with a little nod of her head. Never has she seen a living creature such as him.

Perhaps things have changed much more than she thought during the many years she’d been asleep.

Holding out a hand, she conjures flames in the shape of letters — spelling out her name, Cinder.

Hearing a voice, Cinder flicks a single eye open to inspect her new company.

She may not truly be a cat, only taking a feline appearing form, but she certainly has the reflexes of one.

Looking at Sketch, she tilts her head curiously.

/ she probably won’t ever be incredibly wordy but she’s learning small bits and pieces. slowly

/ cinder is mute… for the most part. she’s always been the silent protector type, and now that she’s actually beginning to live her own life, she’s just beginning to learn how to talk.

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Sleeping soundly, her body leaning against the slightly singed bark of a tree.

It’s harder to control her flames when she isn’t conscious of them.
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