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Knuxadow Week Day 2: Quiet

Scene from the Echidnax2 AU! <3 Knuckles and Echidna!Shadow enjoying a quiet moment while their kiddos sleep.

Long story short: Echidnax2 AU is where Shadow, rather than a hedgehog, is created as an echidna. So his existential soul searching is impacted by the knowledge he is the next to last of a nearly extinct race with only one other person. (They get along in the end, obviously. ;P)

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Day 1: Challenge!

Dreadow! Nothing soft or gentle about this love affair, and neither of them are coming out of this unscathed. </3

Girl I've got you Under a spell and I don't think I'll be letting you out. I've got you! If this is heaven then, baby, I don't want to know hell.

Voodoo - Get Scared

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Sir Gawain and the Green Knight

Lots of symbolism, let me know what you see! <3

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Yes, hi, hello, can I just say that you’re one of my favorite SatBK artists and just Sonic artists in general?

Hi, Emma, thank you so much for your sweet comment! I'm so glad you like my art! <3

I know you are also a fan of the best knight, Sir Gawain, so here's to your excellent taste!

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Your favorite Nightmare!

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SatBK Day 7: Field

Sir Galehaut, Lord of the Distant Isles, and Sir Lancelot, Knight of the Lake, doing what they do best- fighting side by side and obtaining great glory on the battlefield!

Yes, Galehaut is e123 Omega! Featuring my new and improved design! C:

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SatBK Week 6: Home

The feeling that I'm losing him forever And without really entering his world I'm glad whenever I can share his laughter That funny little boy

Slipping through my fingers all the time I try to capture every minute The feeling in it Slipping through my fingers all the time Do I really see what's in his mind? Each time I think I'm close to knowing He keeps on growing Slipping through my fingers all the time

Slipping through My Fingers - ABBA

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SatBK Week 5: Blooded

Summary: Sir Lamorak participates in his first tournament and is wounded grievously, and as he lays agonizing on his death bed, is surprised to find aid comes from an unlikely source- aloof, cold Lancelot and his family enemy Gawain.

Contains: Minor Injury! Lamorak dislocated his shoulder and got cut. but is exaggerating a lot. Gawain and Lancelot are friends! Lamorak and Gawain are enemies! Percival is Lamorak's sister!

Rating: G

Word count:   1,376

Note: Omg, finally, a Lamorak POV piece! C: This is for SatBK Prompt Week 2024's promp, "Valor." Reminder of characters: Sir Lamorak is Jet the Hawk! Sir Lancelot is Shadow the Hedgehog! Sir Gawain is Knuckles the Echidna! Sir Percival is Blaze the Cat!

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It’s a right of passage for every knight, almost as important as kneeling and receiving the title of knighthood.

The first blood drawn in combat. First injury undertaken in defense of king and kingdom. First proof of courage and determination on the battlefield.

It is a knights first honor- and Lamorak is in so much agony that he wishes he would just die already. 

Honor and glory do nothing to soothe the ache in his shoulder that leaves him breathless from pain. Chivalry and duty will not keep the blood from oozing down his shoulder blades.

It wasn’t much of a life, but the young knight is still depressed that it’s being cut so short. Lamorak simultaneously wishes it would end faster, because agonizing through a slow death is even worse.

“You are not going to die, Sir Lamorak,” Lancelot’s voice is low and soothing as the older knight gently dabs a cool rag against the hawk’s face, wiping away sweat and grime and blood, “Not today. Not from this wound.”

The hedgehog’s hands are calloused from swordplay and bumpy from a thousand scars, but his touch is gentle... Practiced in a way borne of experience and soothing in a way borne of kindness.

That might be the most surprising thing of this all- not Lamorak embarrassing himself as he agonizes on his deathbed, not that his life has been short and violent, and not that he will die alone without his sister noticing his absence until it is too late... 

The greatest surprise is that intimidating, grim, cold, standoffish, and self-absorbed Sir Lancelot is so kind. 

The Knight of the Lake owes him nothing. Lancelot doesn’t know Lamorak. He doesn’t have any form of friendship or affection with Lamorak’s father, and Percival is still so new to the Round Table that it’s likely the hedgehog has no strong opinions of her, either. 

Lancelot has enough great deeds and spoils of war to his name that there is nothing Lamorak could offer him in return for this kindness. And what could the hungry, unknown bastard of an older knight possibly offer someone like the great Sir Lancelot?

Lamorak’s only inheritance was old rivalries and blood debts the hawk was expected to undertake and endure. If anything, Lancelot was probably taking on a grudge for helping Lamorak, if anything, so why…?

“Indeed!” A gruff voice from the other side of the tent agrees, sounding /ncredibly annoyed. Lamorak cranes his head back to look at the man somewhere behind him, but the movement sends a shock of searing pain down his arm and throughout his body. He makes an undignified mewl that a full-blooded hawk would never make- but Lamorak hurts too much to care right now. 

“Gawain,“ Lancelot says with a tired quality to his voice like this has been an ongoing argument. Lamorak forces an eye open when he feels Lancelot dab the towel under his chin, but the hedgehog is looking at Gawain.

Sir Gawain of Orkney. A fearsome warrior known throughout the land for his great skill in combat, tremendous strength, and chivalrous conduct. The nephew of the High King and heir to the throne until King Arthur sires his own luckless bastard.

Also the eldest son of King Lot, the man who Lamorak’s father defeated and killed in combat. Gawain had every reason to hate and resent him, and would be in his right to collect on that blood debt now. Lamorak should hate him, too, and be a good son and honorable knight- 

But it hurts to breathe and his arm throbs in pain, and getting into a fight over his dad’s stupid grudges is the last thing on his mind right now. 

“Sorry,” Lamorak grunts between gritted teeth, the only thing he can bring himself to say. It isn’t clear who he’s apologizing to.

“It will take more than that to set things right between our households,” Gawain turns his nose up with a sneer, looking down with cold eyes, “Blood demands blood-“

"Then take it and be quiet."

Gawain cuts himself off with a sputter as a bloody rag smacks into his face, immediately wrestling it off and throwing it across the room. The echidna rubs at his nose and face while cursing loudly, "Lancelot!“

“Dégage,” Lancelot tells Gawain with a shake of his head, pulling a wet towel from the basin on the floor. The hedgehog wrings the towel free of moisture before folding it in half and pressing it to Lamorak’s forehead, “There will be other opportunities for you and the boy to kill each other.”

“Sorry,” Lamorak says again as he closes his eyes, enjoying the cool rag against his sweaty forehead. Everything still hurts terribly.  

“Do not apologize,” Lancelot tells him firmly but not unkindly, petting them top of Lamorak’s head gently, “You fought well and valorously. You brought yourself and our kingdom honor today.”

The ultimate knight never struck Lamorak as affectionate, in any sense of the word, but this is really nice. It makes Lamorak think of his childhood, where his mother would sit at his bedside to soothe fevers and pains. It should be embarrassing to be doted on like a child, but if he has the choice, he would rather leave this world with gentle kindness like this. At least he is going to die in the arms of an angel.

“You will not die this day, Sir Lamorak,” Lancelot tells him, again, still gently stroking his head, “Take heart-“

“Notice that fair Sir Lancelot did not deny being an Angel!” Gawain interrupts loudly and abruptly, moving to stand next to the hedgehog. Right next to Lamorak’s cot, too, but the echidna only has eyes for Lancelot right now, “He did not say he was not a creature of light and beauty here to grace us mere mortals with mercy and kindness!”

Lancelot presses his lips into a thin line as he stares at Gawain, hand resting on Lamorak’s head absently as the older knights become engrossed in a staring contest. The hawk is more than a little offended that his death bed is being co-opted by whatever disagreement Gawain and Lancelot are trying to work through. Not everything needed to revolve around them.

“I am not an angel,” Lancelot tells Lamorak, voice serious but obviously exasperated as he looks down at the hawk. There’s some holes in the top of the tent that sunlight is streaming through, giving the hedgehog a lighting that makes him look even more angelic. 

“And neither is the boy,” Gawain adds cheerfully, standing in the shadow just outside his periphery that makes red fur looks like flames.

Lamorak really was going to die-

“It feels worse than it is, I assure you,” Lancelot dips the towel in water again, wringing it out of blood before gently rubbing the dirt and blood from his arm. That hurts even more than before, and Lamorak can’t help crying out again no matter how lightly and tenderly the hedgehog tries to clean the area, “It will be a scar you can be proud of earning.”

“Unless they have to cut the whole damn thing off,” Gawain is suddenly much closer again, looking down at Lamorak’s arm with vague disgust, “It is looking rather green, perhaps its already infected beyond saving.”

Ice settles in Lamorak’s stomach as he freezes, staring up at Gawain in growing alarm and horror. Lose his arm…?

“Enough,” Lancelot puts one hand on his hip as he points at the tent flap like a stern matron, “If you are not here to help, then you may leave, Sir Gawain.“

“I would be delighted to help!” Gawain says cheerfully as he elbows Lancelot aside, a dangerous edge to that sharp smile. This is obviously a nightmare, Lamorak barely has time to think as the hilt of his own blade is shoved into his beak, “Chew this unless you want to lose your tongue. No great loss.”

Lamorak doesn’t have any time to protest before Gawain is grabbing his arm roughly and shoving it against his body with a loud crack. The hawk lets out a screech that would deafen a banshee as white hot pain sears throughout his body, vaguely aware that he is blubbering like a child before darkness takes him again.

Lamorak hopes this time he does actually die because he won’t be able to live with the embarrassment. 

(Unfortunately, he has always had bad luck.)

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SatBK Week 4: Tapestry

The Queen Of Hearts - Christina Georgina Rossetti 

How comes it, Flora, that, whenever we Play cards together, you invariably,    However the pack parts,    Still hold the Queen of Hearts?

I've scanned you with a scrutinizing gaze, Resolved to fathom these your secret ways:    But, sift them as I will,    Your ways are secret still.

I cut and shuffle; shuffle, cut, again; But all my cutting, shuffling, proves in vain:    Vain hope, vain forethought too;    The Queen still falls to you.

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SatBK Week 3: Royal

Lancelot knows his destiny- his love for the queen of Camelot is to doom the kingdom and be Gawain's death knell. When Gawain receives the crown from Sir Sonic, he decides he is going to take a page out of the knight of the wind's book: twist fate to their liking. There will be no Queen of Camelot if Lancelot takes the position of King Consort himself. If Gawain gives Lancelot his heart and his kingdom, then his knight cannot break them unintentionally.

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SatBK Week 2: Castle

Sonic was escorted by Sir Galahad and Sir Lamorak, and the three receive a warm welcome back at the castle from those left behind for its protection.

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SATBK2024: Hero

A hero comes in all shapes and sizes- just because Galahad is too little and too young to be a squire doesn't mean he can't lend a helping hand to little water sprites in need!

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Tomorrow!!!!

SatBK Week 2024: June 17-23!

Back again, our second annual SatBK Week! A prompt list for each day of the week with a bonus prompt for only the boldest and bravest knights! C:

SatBK Week is scheduled to start June 17 and go through June 23! BUT! There is no time limit and you are welcome to participate however you are able- one day, all days, 3 days over the span of several weeks, etc. 

All of your creative works are welcome- art, fanfic, poems, drabbles, songs, sculptures, gif edits, etc.!

Please reblog this post to spread the word, and if you decide to participate, please use the hashtag #SatBK2024 so I can reblog all your submissions! 

Thank you, and looking forward to seeing everyone’s amazing works for another year!

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SatBK Week 2024: June 17-23!

Back again, our second annual SatBK Week! A prompt list for each day of the week with a bonus prompt for only the boldest and bravest knights! C:

SatBK Week is scheduled to start June 17 and go through June 23! BUT! There is no time limit and you are welcome to participate however you are able- one day, all days, 3 days over the span of several weeks, etc. 

All of your creative works are welcome- art, fanfic, poems, drabbles, songs, sculptures, gif edits, etc.!

Please reblog this post to spread the word, and if you decide to participate, please use the hashtag #SatBK2024 so I can reblog all your submissions! 

Thank you, and looking forward to seeing everyone’s amazing works for another year!

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SatBK Week 2024: June 17-23!

Back again, our second annual SatBK Week! A prompt list for each day of the week with a bonus prompt for only the boldest and bravest knights! C:

SatBK Week is scheduled to start June 17 and go through June 23! BUT! There is no time limit and you are welcome to participate however you are able- one day, all days, 3 days over the span of several weeks, etc. 

All of your creative works are welcome- art, fanfic, poems, drabbles, songs, sculptures, gif edits, etc.!

Please reblog this post to spread the word, and if you decide to participate, please use the hashtag #SatBK2024 so I can reblog all your submissions! 

Thank you, and looking forward to seeing everyone’s amazing works for another year!

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SatBK Week 2024: June 17-23!

Back again, our second annual SatBK Week! A prompt list for each day of the week with a bonus prompt for only the boldest and bravest knights! C:

SatBK Week is scheduled to start June 17 and go through June 23! BUT! There is no time limit and you are welcome to participate however you are able- one day, all days, 3 days over the span of several weeks, etc. 

All of your creative works are welcome- art, fanfic, poems, drabbles, songs, sculptures, gif edits, etc.!

Please reblog this post to spread the word, and if you decide to participate, please use the hashtag #SatBK2024 so I can reblog all your submissions! 

Thank you, and looking forward to seeing everyone’s amazing works for another year!

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"Queen Elaine of Benoic [Lancelot's Mom] saw a young lady holding him, clasped to her breast and kissing him repeatedly on the eyes and mouth because he was such a beautiful boy.”