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Memories.

A sheet i used and its back side x)

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“he needs enrichment”

Happy Friday! I hope everyone is having a happy holidays🤓

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old art from twitter

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Alien stage x Flasonic

original animation: VIVINOS (alien atage 6)

lineart(trace):@kyoooya_

coloring and finalization: me

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I edited them to look more like the Webcomic version. :)

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/process in reblogs/

When your dream comes true but not the way you wanted.

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Imagine void develops feelings for Sonic and asks him to be his wife. So Sonic sees this as a way to finally take control from the village and finally create his long-awaited orphanage.

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忍村篇进行中，这两个看起来无性别的小忍者太萌了

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Since it's popular to psychologically analyze characters

From what kind of mental struggles/illness speed o sonic could suffer from?

One thing I can think of is being emotionally cut from other people. That problem seem many characters in opm to suffer from.

I really can hardly tell if he is obsessed with the fear that he can never beat or even harm Saitama or if he is actually obsessed with Saitama himself lmao

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Speed-o'-sound Sonic wasn't fond of the cold.

He never was. He hated it. It was inconvenient. It made you more vulnerable, more dependent. Weaker.

In order to shape unbreakable ninja assassins, the village made sure to prepare them for all conditions and circumstances. One of them, being, of course, winter and its fanged white.

It was the training he loathed out of all. He didn't really hate any of his training, despite being in the lower class and having to undergo the most torturous exercises. If anything, he rather relished in them, took them on with manic enthusiasm.

The next morning he'd wake up with the usual blare of the morning alarm, and he'd drink in the sweet stings of his sores and bruises that stretched across the planes of his muscles. He loved knowing how strong he was getting.

In winter, the village would force them to train outside, bathe in the freezing lake, and sleep on the cold grass. They wouldn't even give them a futon. Only those who performed well that day were granted blankets, but they were practically useless due to how thin they were. It was almost a mockery.

Fortunately enough, they weren't so cruel to let them sleep on snow. Hence when the snow finally came and encased the green land, they would be allowed back into their shared rooms.

Regardless.

He hated the way his body shook with quivers under the moonlight, hated the hunger that made him curl further into himself and wrap his shivering arms around his abdomen tighter. He despised the fact that his classmates weren't struggling as much as he was. It was a genetic defect at best and a hindrance at most.

Even after so many nights, so many years, his body still hadn't adapted enough in deep contrast with the others.

Flash was a top performer at this point, and by some miracle hadn't discarded him and Sonic's 'companionship' of sorts. Flash alone knew about Sonic's incessant struggles. He noticed how quiet Sonic would get in winters, how his features would always foster a ghostly frown. Especially when they were eating their usual portions of tasteless stew, Flashy flash would steal a side glance at his friend, watching as he huddled into himself. Head low, back arched forward, shoulders high to level with his ears, and slim hand hurriedly taking one spoonful after the other.

Flash would wait to make sure that no one else was awake and all the mentors had gone off to shelter back in the village. Boldly, a boldness he had adopted from Sonic, he'd shuffle close to the shivering, silent mess of his friend, who refused to close his mouth so his teeth wouldn't rattle against itself

"Cold?" He'd whisper as he draped the light cloth over Sonic, then moved closer so they were both huddled beneath it. Sonic's eyelids fluttered open, brows still tilted in a deep sneer, frustrated by his state.

He shuffles closer to Flash. "This thing's useless." He refers to the blanket with a light quake in his hushed tone. The spindly thing did little to shield him from the icy breeze, basically cutting through the material.

Flash didn't mind the small puff of cold air hitting his face. He nodded. "Yeah. I only use it for some peace of mind."

Flash's arms outstretch and his hands press against Sonic's neck and back, drawing him into a quiet embrace. Sonic shifts closer with his companions's movement, his forehead resting on Flash's shoulder.

"Peace of mind." Sonic scoffs, leaning into Flash's warmth. 

His curled body's trembles don't seize completely but ease under the arms enveloping him, the body curving around him.

The wrinkles lining Sonic's features slowly begin to smoothen out, and he concurs: 

The winter's cold, but at least he's here. .

Sonic now understood the look Flashy flash spared him when he passed by the room, his gaze falling onto Sonic's sprawled form on the rusted bed, jaw clenching and hissing inhales as his hand clutched the mattress. At that moment, Sonic just so happened to open his squeezed eyes and meet Flash's oddly gaunt gaze.

Back then, it was unreadable. Now looking back, it probably was a parting glance. Not a 'goodbye' or 'farewell' glance. A parting glance.

That bastard.

He'd find him, and he'd settle the score with him. He hated him.

The city, with tall buildings and loud noises, was unkind to him. Not that it mattered to him. It didn't. He was unkind back.

His frame stiffens at the sharp pang shooting through his body. He sucks in a quick inhale between gritted teeth and carefully reattempts to lie down, trying not to place any form of pressure on the poorly bandaged wound on his side.

He was reckless and momentarily forgot about heroes, and greatly underestimated them.

And it was winter.

It was snowing, too.

At least he found a cave. But still, his body continues to shake vigorously.

He feels oddly empty. Not physically. Not because of the cold. Something gnaws at his insides. It strains at his heart and it laddens his already exhausted muscles.

And somehow it makes the cold bite, much, much deeper.

His face crinkles and constricts further.

The winter's cold, and he doesn't like that loneliness feels colder.

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First comission

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sorry for the quality

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OPM DUMP PT. 4🥳

YOU GUYS THE MANIFESTATIONS WORKED, WE’RE GETTING SEASON 3 NEXT YEAR OMFHDJSKS WE WON

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there's not (and probably never will) sonic x flashy(T_T)

Fandom: One-Punch Man

Sample Size: 3,981 stories

Source: AO3

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Rockstar Sonic 🎸👨‍🎤

I did this while listening to korn music (any korn listeners?) I might create an AU for this

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A quick thing i had doodled

{Based on an idea by @kachikirby about flash ordering at a cafe, then i mixed it with "baking my long distance bf into a cookie" thing kinda, anyways Flash having tea}

I am not the most happy with this but eh the colors are nice enough