Cloud the Bluebird
@hydrosongbird.bsky.social
Emotions flow through the heart, like a river.
"It's also the bigotry and hatred. Did you know that it costs WAY more to institutionalize someone than to give them the support they need at home? But because the world is run by ableists and evil people, they tend to go for the institution anyway. Don't ask how I know this."
*Munchmunchmunch* So anyway...oh shit these nuggs are good...the problem with our capitalistic systems is that it pays more for keeping people needing a service than to set them for life. They want goods to break. They want PEOPLE to break, so they can pay to be fixed.
"That's what the world wants you to believe. Don't listen to 'em."
apparently being kind is a weakness
// If you show any kind of preference to pedophilia, you automatically get blocked. Full stop. I don't care if it's a joke or not.
// Weer did this for Jet, so of course I had to do it for Cloud.
Cloud freezes as she's grabbed, eyes wide and unblinking as she looks up at him. A gulp, a couple shaky breaths, and she nods slightly. "Ok... Ok. I believe you." Or at least she's desperately trying to.
Hands clamp down on the bluebird's shoulders, staring her dead in the eyes. "I have seen this man headbutt a deer slug round before. He literally just reeled his head back and slammed his forehead into the bullet." "The bullet folded flopped against his noggin like a pancake." "He's bulletproof."
"Ok, but is he actually? Like what if there's a weak spot somewhere we don't know about? What if they make a bullet that CAN hurt him?" Oh no, her PTSD is flaring up again. Jet help.
literally just the rest of the Rogues explaining Storm the Albatross to someone.
"Who the fuck starts a conversation like that? I JUST sat down???"
The mask stays on when I am in bed doing sexual intercourse․
"Yeesh, is this what Jet feels when I tackle-hug him?" "I might need to stop doing that. It does not feel great."
Blink blink. Give her a second. Her brain needs to buffer a little from the jarring impact. "Um... Hello!"
the frog bounced off the bird's shoulder and fell to the ground on her side. eyes wide. a few peeping noises. "ribbit??"
Cloud frowned a little at that. On one hand, she could understand the sentiment. She's done plenty of unsavory things just to get her brother to laugh. But this felt... Different. "Do you think it's funny, though? No judgement here, just curious."
⠀ ⠀⠀⠀Surge would find it funny.
"I mean, yeah you can... But why would you want to?"
⠀ ⠀⠀⠀Because I can .
"... Alright. Message received. Blue hedgehog is off limits."
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"How mad would Jet be if I made friends with Sonic? Like, would that count as a backstab?"
"Um..." She rubs her eyes again, trying to think through the brain fog. She's not sure a ride is a good idea right now, but she knows she has to stimulate her senses to shake off this trance. Who knows, maybe the rush of cold air through her feathers is just what she needs. "In my room I think?"
With a pause, the hawk tweaked his beak to the side, trying to figure out what to say...then came a clap of the hands like an exclamation of eureka. "Actually, better idea. Y'know what helps me when I'm in a funk? Raw speed taken with reckless abandon!" "Where's your EG at?"
"I mean... Maybe a little?" Her unfiltered opinion is yes, absolutely. But this is Jet, and she doesn't have the heart to be that harsh with him.
"C'mon, be honest with me here. Is it really a god complex when I'm actually a racing god?"
"Well, I think they only do that when you fuck with their colony. Kinda like how you'll pulverise anyone who messes with the Rogues, y'know?"
"You didn't hear Big?? He got bit by billions of 'em. I almost felt bad for him."
"Storm. Buddy. It's like, 1 millionth your size. It couldn't hurt you if it tried."
"I hate you."
She doesn't answer immediately, just digs the heels of her palms into her eyes like a child trying to fight the desire to sleep. When she pulls them away again, there's an emptiness in her gaze. "...Words are hard." Translation: I wanna talk, but it takes physical effort to speak.
"Yeaaaaah..." "...You need someone to talk to? Maybe hang out, turn into a veggie on the couch while binging fuck-knows-what for hours on end?"
"Wait, yesterday was /that/ day?" "That also explains why the... everything was hitting harder than usual."
"Oh, yesterday was Father's Day." "That explains why I felt so shit. I SENSED it."
"... I mean, same, but uh... Are you good? Do ya need to get something off your chest?"
FUCK FATHER'S DAY‼️
"Wave." "Pretty sure I've heard her yelling at you like this over the coms."
Me and who else? www.youtube.com/watch?v=h0wc...
"Recon, obviously. Jet likes to get a lay of the land when he's planning a new heist, but you know as well as I that's not always safe to do in person. Besides, since I'm usually not allowed to join most jobs, I use this little guy as a means to do my own thing."
“...My bad. Though I have to ask - what use will the drone have?”
Eyebrow twitch as she's doing maintenance on her drone. She doesn't look up, though. "That's not a very nice thing to say to a team mate."
Your tech is inferior, [reader].
Unfortunately, it's difficult to intimidate this bird, unless you genuinely want to hurt her.
Tch! She’s supposed to be intimidated! He’d been working on that sinister grin too.