On Hiatus

When I say ‘take your time’, what I mean is:

Take.  Your.  Time.

If you have muse for another thread? You can reply to that.

If you have muse for another character?  Guess what; you can reply to that too.

If you’re getting feels for another ship?  OMFG. YOU H0R.  No, seriously.  You can reply to that, lmfao.

If you’re overwhelmed with other threads?  It’s okay; seriously.  I don’t hate you, I don’t think any less of you.  You get to ours when you can.

If you want to drop a thread because you’ve lost inspiration with it; same as above.  I don’t hate you.  I’d rather you told me than fretted and thought omfg she’s gonna hate me when actually, the opposite is true.

Muses can be fickle, fickle things and I shouldn’t have to say this but when dipshits come out with stuff like ‘take your time doesn’t mean you can reply to something else’ — actually, it does with me.

Anybody who plots with me, RPs with me, even talks to me; I love.  Dearly.  And when they reply I squeal like a mad thing because omg the flawless (seriously).

RPing is meant to be fun, lovelies.  Don’t suck the fun out of it by being passive aggressive and a bit of a twat by saying shit things like that.

                             no. this is going to be BLOODY,                                      this is going to be BRUTAL,                                             & most of all                   

-----For a moment, he sounded and looked confused even himself at the question asked. He had been like this for so long, he had sometimes forgotten that others could not physically feel his touch at all, or the other way around. It had become normal to him, but he had always hoped that one day it would change... As usual, his demeanor quickly changed back from puzzled to a amused grin, followed by a chuckle.  Pulling his hand back, he crossed his arms over his chest momentarily. Only a second later did a finger move to tap under his chin while he looked upwards thoughtfully. 

It was the moment ‘Sonic’ began sauntering away and swirling a finger when his comm-link began showing signs of receiving communications…From something that sent chills throughout his body. The voices grew louder, static crackling from interference as they started screaming now into his ear,

‘H̛E̶'̵S ͞HE̛R̵E ̸HE̷'S̵ H̡E̕R̕E H̷E’S HER͟E͡ ͠’

“GAH—” Shadow cringed as he yanked the earpiece out and threw it to the ground to stomp upon; but he could still hear the voices. Not from the device, but within his head.

‘This is a nightmare. This has got to be a nightmare; why won’t they shut up?..!’

Mustering enough will to block the wailing and screaming, he managed to ask another question, perhaps out of desperation.

“Who are these voices coming from? ANSWER ME.”

His demanding inquiry seemed to cause an increase in the volume of the howls once more…The louder they yelled the weaker he was feeling. He needed answers and couldn’t wait around any longer.

And with that he lunged forward to try and get a grasp on the back of the mysterious hedgehog’s shoulder.

-----The ghostly voices that echoed throughout the air around them was ear splitting. Blocking them out, or any attempts to was absurd. The disembodied words that hung in the void were no stranger to this. They were not to be ignored, and in doing so, the pitch only increased. Words and sentences repeating on end, often sounding distorted and unclear.  Might it be possible, that these strange sounds were mindful of their surroundings and Shadow- or was there something more? Could it be, that this was connected to the impostor that now took Sonic’s form? No matter, it continued on anyways, tone quickly increasing to rage as they screeched directly in Shadow’s ears.

“H̕ATE,̧ HAT͡E, ỲOU,͢ DIE̕,̴ YO̶U,́ ̵ḐI͘E͞”

However, the figure of the blue blur walking away was undisturbed by this, even looked that he was hearing none of what the dark hedgehog was hearing. Not a flick of the ear, nor a cringe, his finger simply continued its twirling motion, while his head swayed in time with a unheard melody. 

With little to no regard to what Shadow might be attempting next, the lunge was caught onto faster even before the hedgehogs hand made contact of his shoulder.  -But, as soon as there was a grip, whatever was left of ‘Sonic’ was now only a pile of sand spread out on the rocky ground below. Blue fur nowhere to be found. 

“Voices?” No longer, did the voice mimic that of the blue hedgehog, now having a single and unique tone.  Fleetway silently reappeared behind the Ultimate Life Form, in his true forms golden glory, but does nothing else.