* STEADFAST. (low activity)

    ᴏᴋᴀʏ— so maybe sally had a point. maybe he had a tendency to take things a little too light-hearted. a bit of a game to him. she was right there. god he hates it when she’s right (which, if he was honest, is most of the time).

                              but, admittedly, that was how he coped.

    the blue blur deflates slightly— a barely audible sigh (but oh course, he wouldn’t let it show through). sonic looks towards his friend, loosening her grasp on his arm.     ❝ sal, trust me. i know, i, i— ❞       ( bring in the grins, hedgehog. )

ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ. 

send my muse anon hate - accepting! 

(in reference to this, possibly?)

     ❝ … ❞

      ❝ … heh. i suppose you’re right; to some degree. however… come back and say the same thing when you’ve gone through some stuff. oh, also? ❞

   You are not afraid of the sufferings and sorrows of other people, even when they are acted out in unappealing ways. Beneath even defensiveness and self-righteous behaviour, you know that deep down people need nurturing and consolation. One danger is being naive about people’s dark sides. But at your best you know you can be mean yourself, which helps you to sympathise. You bring strength and forgiveness where other people might panic.

INDEPENDENCE.

    You don’t set out to be different for its own sake; you are more easily guided by what interests and moves you. You are more concerned about what is right for you than about the pressure to fit in. In sex you are more aware than others of impulses which are not entirely conventional. You know the value of selective irresponsibility, of forgetting occasionally about being ‘good’.

NEEDINESS.

     Being affirmed and nurtured by others is a central requirement for you to feel safe. This means you can be slow to warm up to other people, which is difficult because what you most need from them is their warmth. Yet you know how to be vulnerable: to let down your defences and accept that you need another person. This lack of pretence is a valuable trait, and ultimately more endearing than the macho efforts others make to deny their childlike sides.

symbol meme - accepting! 

🌑: does your muse have nightmares? if so, how often?

yes, and far more frequent than he’d like to admit. this ‘hog has been though a lot and every event plauges his dreams. sometimes they’d be scenearios of loosing friends or his uncle (wether it be literal loosing, death, or an argument gone bad). as of recent, loosing his freedom once again is horrifying to him. he’ll have dreams of being stuck in that cell again, reliving everything. none of his friends know and he’d hate to admit it– but he’s too scared to.

🌈: what your muse’s hopes and dreams?

freedom. to be free of eggman’s constant plans to take over the world; for life to just be ‘normal’, whatever ‘normal’ was. he was too young to truly remember what life was like back then. aside from that; sonic has multiple smaller goals. some are to open up more, improve his mental health, learn to bake, to be able to take care of plants, start a band with his friends, focus more on music in general, and to just be true to himself.

☀️: is your muse an optimist, a pessimist, or somewhere in between?

symbol meme - accepting!

this got a bit long so it’s under the cut!

 “—!” Her eyes widen, irises shifting until it was almost white as her throat constricted, cutting her airways as her steps retreat. Aria could feel her body trembling; but she was calm. Was it from— “I…” Answer!

Crisp zephyrs detect her distress from the way they abruptly pick up, causing several stars of dive from the ascending galactic heaven frantically. Their hymns are distorted in her ear drums, forming a barrier while blooming a flaring scarlet as if to warn him not to approach her.

“Valsk’a!” 

Almost immediately do the angered radiances divide. Few would rush to her side while another cluster would approach him, flickering several hues before settling navy and lingering by his side. Aria struggles to remain her composure as she stands; yet never moving to place considerable distance between the two. “I apologize for that. I hadn’t realized my chastity activated for a moment. My name is Aer, but you can call me Aria. Who are you?”

     you’d think that when you came to a hidden cabin house in the middle of nowhere, laying on a hammok... that you’d be free from random, unexplainable things happening to you. well, apparently not. glowing, flickering things radiated with a threatening red— making him move back and almost fall from his hammok. his mood? far worse. at least it was more frustration than sadness, though.      ( ❝ val...sk-ah? chasitity? huh? ❞ )    he whispers to himself, trying to process everything. his mind was foggy with emotion— and from being disturbed from his previously zoned-out state. he shook his head, as if to wake him from a dream.     he cleared his throat, sitting up a bit and plastering that smile on. the one that beams with positivity and passion— when it’s genuine. this one wasn’t. it was like plastic, yet realistic enough to fool anybody that he wasn’t close to. sometimes it actually passed with close friends. it worked wonders.