#Wilder the Hedgehog

[the-sky-queen]

Wilder the wild child XD (Sonic is so done)

Here's more propaganda for me and @floxy-offical 's The Unshakable Bond AU, only this time it's Wilder and Sonic. Wilder is Anti Duke created by the Anarchy Beryl in the attempt to corrupt Sonic’s heroic nature. Instead, Wilder just becomes a master of small inconveniences and Sonic tries his best to teach him how to behave.

Go vote for The Unshakable Bond in the @sonic-au-collision !!!!!

(Og meme under the cut)

[floxy-offical]

How do Duke and Wilder react to Scourge and Sonic fighting each other?

They're pulling out popcorn and are watching the two fight, it's not the first time Sonic and Scourge fought in front of Duke and Wilder.

It happens around every Wednesday.

[floxy-offical]

@the-sky-queen

Duke for weeks after the Zombot apocalypse and Wilder before and a few weeks after he got his inhibitor rings

[bottle-of-harpoons]

I can't believe I never drew Sonamy before. I had to fix that real quick.

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[alrauna]

(@asiaspettel)

[blu-ish]

8 year old Sonic "raised by crabs and chao" hedgehog thinks taking care of a few months old fox kit is easy.

[frayed-symphony]

Remembering Tailschao (Nadine Wilkinson) who sadly passed away in 2011, posted with permission from her family.

I wanted to show some of the beautiful art she made in remembrance since it's almost the anniversary of her death. Here's her full gallery; https://www.deviantart.com/tailschao/gallery

She also had a section in Sonic The Comic; http://www.stconline.co.uk/archive/257/comic_2_1.html

[guardian-of-da-gay]

Left for Dead

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For Whumptober 2024 Prompt 14: Left for Dead

tw for depression, suicidal thoughts, assault, theft, injury

Knuckles’ people had been searching for the Master Emerald for hundreds of years.  Hundreds of years of war and death and suffering.  War that had claimed all of his tribe until only he remained.

And he had the gall to lose hope.

Knuckles trudged through the desert sand, feeling miserable and hot and ashamed of himself for complaining.  He had started this particular leg of his quest with such enthusiasm.  It had seemed so promising: legends of a huge green gem hidden deep in the desert.   The stories specifically said that it was ‘hidden’.  When he found there was supposedly a tribe of owls living in the desert too, it seemed like he had finally found his quarry.

Knowing there would be next to nothing to forage, he’d stocked up before leaving.  He acquired some pale wrappings to cover himself from the harsh sun.  Gathered dry foods that would keep well and containers for water.  He set out carrying enough for a week’s journey.

It took two weeks.

He learned much in those two weeks.  He learned it was best to travel by night and dig burrows deep in the sand during the day.  He learned if he dug deep enough he might find water.  And he learned that anything edible that crossed his path, be it cactus or insect or snake, needed to be eaten… but with caution.

When he saw the stone cliffs in the distance, his only thought was that he might find a shady resting place that he wouldn’t have to dig himself.  Then he entered the canyon and found what could only be the desert’s green gem.  It wasn’t the Master Emerald.  It was a lush oasis.

Knuckles immediately drank his fill of water.  He was so happy to wash the sand from his mouth that he flung himself out into the pool.  He floated on his back, staring up at the moon, until his skin began to prune.  Then he trudged back onto land and carefully perused the little trees and shrubs that dotted the green patch.  He ate his fill of what fruits and nuts he could vaguely identify as edible.

It was hard to be glum when his belly was finally full, but without the pressing need to survive, Knuckles’ thoughts caught up with him.  Namely, what he should do next.

Knuckles sat on the shore of the oasis’ great pool and looked out into the distance where he could see towering sand dunes.  In the dark, the moon didn’t quite illuminate the distant sands so they loomed like shadows against the starry night.

The next logical step was to gather supplies–more this time–and then turn around and go back the way he came.  But he was so tired.  This failure was the newest among many and not the first time he’d nearly perished for naught.

At least if he died, he’d be able to rejoin his people.  

It was a thought he’d had many times.  Every time he went into battle, was trapped, attacked, or betrayed, faced starvation or pain or hatred, he always reminded himself that if he was killed then at least he would rejoin his tribe on the great battleground in the sky.  But still, he soldiered on.  He was the last of his people, who would find the Master Emerald if not him?  So no matter what the universe threw at him, he picked himself up and kept going.

And that’s just what he did.

He started by gathering supplies.  He climbed the stubby trees and picked their seeds.  The fruits he left, they wouldn’t keep long in the heat and might spoil the rest of his rations.  He filled his water pouches.  Unlike his rucksack, he could not overfill the pouches.  He would leave the oasis with as much water as he’d started his journey with (which hadn’t been enough).  He would simply have to commit himself to stretching them as long as possible and take any opportunity to hunt for more along the way.

During the day he slept.  At dusk, he set out once more.  He didn’t know where he might next hunt for the Master Emerald, but that didn’t matter.  His goal now was simply to get out of this desert alive.

He followed his footprints back.  Some of the burrows he had dug still stood and he used them as shelter during the day.  On the second day the footprints became fainter.  The subtle winds shifted the sands just enough to obscure his steps.  On the third day, he lost his trail several times.  He hiked up dunes to look at the leeward side and was able to find his tracks a few times this way, but it took longer.  He hadn’t made good time by the end of the day.  By the fourth day his tracks were gone entirely.  He could only follow the stars and hope the desert’s edge was near.

He wasn’t taking the exact route back, this much was obvious when he saw the outcrop in the distance.  The towering stones reminded him of the place where he had found the oasis and so he headed in that direction, feeling hopeful that he might at least extend his rations a few more days.

His path led him down the center of a stone canyon.  The winds had carved strange shapes from the rock and the moon threw odd shadows.  Knuckles had seen no people or large predators since he began his journey.  The worst to fear here were snakes.  As long as he kept clear of their hiding places he had nothing to fear.  As he walked, he listened only for the sounds of running water.  He sniffed the breeze for any trace of greenery.  He found none, but pressed on.  The oasis had been hidden, any other sanctuaries might be as well.

He didn’t know how long he had wandered when the quills on the back of his neck stood up.  He’d heard something on the cliffs overhead.  Something big.

Knuckles held up his fists and backed away, trying to get a look at what was above him.  He should have minded what was behind him.

The next thing he knew he was on the ground.  Something stood on his back.  Sharp claws pulled at his bag.  His supplies!  Panic caused his quills to flare and his attacker jumped back.  For a moment, the canyon was illuminated.

Knuckles looked up only to recoil in horror.  Small, curved beaks sat below huge, black eyes, resting in round, feathered faces.  Owls.  But… not the owl warriors he’d known.  They wore no armor and they were smaller, just a little bigger than him in body, but with such long legs they towered over him.

His glow faded and the flap of wings cut the air.  The light that had illuminated them had also left him seeing stars.  He swung wildly and hit nothing.  He drew on his power and red sparks arced across his fist.  His next strike delivered a glancing blow, the owl staggered and then used those long legs to dart out of range.

Claws snatched at his rucksack.  With one powerful wingbeat he was lifted off the ground.  In a moment, the canyon was below him.  The owl flung him and the rucksack strap snapped.  Knuckles hit the canyon wall.  He rolled down a few feet before he struck out with a fist and caught himself on his spurs.

The owls closed in.

Knuckles kicked off the cliff with enough stretch to shatter the stone behind him.  The rubble and burst of dust sent the birds scattering.  Knuckles spread his quills and glided away.  The desert wind caught him and his hopes lifted as the canyon fell away behind him.  But of course, he could not fly like an owl could.

He was hit from above and then from the side.  The flurry of wings buffeted him and kept him airborne. Claws raked his side as they went for one of his waterskins.  Knuckles struggled, trying to pull the claws away but keep the pouch.   The second owl grabbed him around the middle and they both pulled.  Knuckles was ripped away from his water pouch.

Knuckles struggled, flipping onto his back in midair so he could punch.  But the owl merely straightened it's stupidly long legs and tucked in its wings.  They began to fall.  Knuckles grabbed at the claws around his middle and bucked and heaved.  The claws merely tightened and he felt the talons pierce skin.  He screamed.

His cry was cut short as he hit the ground.  The owl’s weight drove all the air out of him and he realized with swift panic that he couldn’t inhale.  Then they all descended on him.

One raked its claws over him to take his second waterskin.  Knuckles feebly tried to cover it.  Another owl grabbed his arm, hooking its claws into him.  It pulled away so sharply he thought the flesh would be torn from bone.  He lost his second waterskin.  Claws cut all over him, searching for more supplies and ripping through the thin cloth he’d used to protect himself from the sun.  It was no protection from owl claws!  With the owl on top of him, he couldn’t even curl into a ball for defense..

Darkness began to infringe on his vision.  It had nothing to do with the night though.  He couldn’t breathe.  He was bleeding from a dozen places.  The world began to slide away.

The last thing he felt was weightlessness.  The owl lifted him up only to toss away like some worthless, used-up thing.  Knuckles hit the ground and rolled across the sands.  He gasped for air and choked on sand.  He did not see the owls depart, but he heard their wings flapping away and knew he would be hearing that sound in his nightmares for weeks to come.

***

Knuckles was almost surprised to wake up again.  He tried to move and groaned in pain.  Every part of him that wasn’t cut was bruised.  He cracked his eyes open to see the lavender sky.  The sun would rise soon.  He needed to find shelter.  He needed to find water.  He needed to find food.

He lay there instead.

The sky grew brighter and brighter.  He kept thinking that he should get up and find someplace safe and cool to rest for the day.  To regroup his strength.  But… What if he didn’t?  What if he just lay there and let the sun scorch him into nothing?  No one would notice.  No one would care.

Knuckles stared up and watched the sky grow lighter and lighter.  He was just so tired.  And what was left for him to keep fighting for?  He couldn’t survive another two weeks to get out of this place.  He’d hardly survived the initial journey and he’d had supplies!  Maybe it would be better to just lay here.  Let the desert take him.

If he died here, at least he’d be with his tribe again.

But… If Knuckles died here then that meant his people had failed.  Hundreds of years of struggle only to fall short because Knuckles wasn’t strong enough to pick himself up again!  How could he face his father on the great battlefield in the sky if he gave up?  His father hadn’t given up.  None of them had.  They had all died for the Master Emerald–what right did Knuckles have to give up?

They hadn’t left him behind just so he could choose to die.

Knuckles rolled over.  He was in a fair bit of pain, but he wasn’t bleeding anymore.  He could go on.  He would go on.  He picked himself up and kept going.

[puppethalo]

Blue themed doodle page ft a close up of my Alan doodle because it's a little bitch that has to be taken at a certain angle/lighting to be visible

[multifandom-traveler]

asking this question for future me: hi, um, when i soon start applying for colleges and they ask for my reading list/bibliography. how do i tell them that my reading interests are strictly fiction. and most books i read have pictures in them. and i have basically no interest in anything else.

[the-sky-queen]

Please tell me Wilder has a few toys of his own

It is SO funny you say that because we just gave him a new toy! XD

Together with the frog that one anon gave him, Wilder is building a plushie empire! :D

[floxy-offical]

It's Wilder!

Sonic and Tails' chaotic lil brother!

@the-sky-queen

[sonic-au-collision]

SONIC AU COLLISION: ROUND 1

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Sonic Murder Drones AU belongs to @silvers-starrway & @cherbearsz [link to masterlist]

The Unshakable Bond belongs to @floxy-offical & @the-sky-queen [link to au tag, x]

Explore each world below the cut!

Sonic Murder Drones AU:

MDAU follows the same basic plot points as Murder Drones just with the Sonic Cast put in for different characters. Sonic, a worker drone, yearns for freedom outside of the bunker and builds a weapon to take out the disassembly drones that have been terrorizing them for as long as he can remember. Nothing goes according to plan and Sonic ends up becoming friends with one of the disassembly drones, Serial Designation C. Having inherited a rogue piece of code called the Absolute Solver, Sonic together with C and eventually R, need to figure out a way to stop Nine from destroying the planet before the Solver completely takes over Sonic’s body.

The Unshakeable Bond:

This Au is where Scourge the hedgehog messes with the Master emerald and the Master emerald gives him a little brother(Who gets named Duke by Scourge) to set Scourge on a different path that Scourge never expected he would find himself going down and it doesn't help that Sonic has to wrangle in another brother, Wilder, a chaotic little hedgehog made from anarchy Beryl.

[e-vay]

The Sonnet of Domino & Phlox - Ch1

[A/N: In game canon, we’ve never learned who Sonic’s parents are or what they were like. I decided to make my own interpretation for Sonic’s mother and father. This is the story of their brief but significant meeting.]

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It’s only a couple of days. 

A teal colored hedgehog took in a deep breath. The morning air was crisp in her lungs, a sure sign of the autumnal equinox. If she had any hope of making it through the next two seasons out in the wilderness, she’d need to stock up on supplies. Her thin tank top and patched slacks wouldn’t be enough to warm her fur against the icy winter breeze and scavenging for food in the desolate snow would be nearly impossible. She had to stock up now and that meant a trip to the nearest town.

Domino let out a puff of air before adjusting the backpack on her shoulders and marching through the entry gates. The young woman didn’t care much for cities. But, strapped for cash, there was no better place to look for odd jobs and errands to earn enough dough to purchase the winter gear she’d need. Her first stop would be to find the village square and look for a board with job postings, but that meant a trek through the marketplace…

Despite the early morning hour, the dirt path was bustling with locals and travelers alike. Merchants shouted praises of their wares, dueling for the attention of potential customers that filled the street and bounced from vendor to vendor. Children tugged at their parents’ hems and screamed for the shiny new toys that decorated several booths. “Ugh,” Domino thought to herself, “Markets are the worst.”

The blue teen shoved her hands in her pockets and pinned her arms to her sides to make her petite frame even smaller, better to weave through pedestrians and get through the market making as little eye contact as possible. She hardly ever had any money on her and what little she might have was always saved for the absolute necessities. Shopping only served to annoy and embarrass her. Domino could only turn down the constant barrage of salespeople with so many polite “nothankyous” before she found herself grinding her teeth. Worse than the merchants were the shoppers themselves. She could physically feel their eyes burning holes into her skin, sneering at her tattered clothes and remarking the ragged shoes bound to her feet with tape. Some would even pull their bags tighter to their bodies as if the girl were planning to snatch it away from them. That hurt the most. 

It was better for herself and everyone else if she stayed where she belonged: out in the wild. 

It’s only a couple of days. 

A scent lofted through the air that made Domino’s mouth curve into a smile. Not everything about city life was awful. In fact, there was one thing that she was always guaranteed to love, no matter which village she wound up in: the food!

She lifted her snout and took in the different aromas that danced through the air. Spices mixed with warm smoke as chefs expertly cooked their meats to a sizzling perfection. Warm, almost sour notes were sure signs of a baker pulling freshly baked bread from a hot oven. Domino began to salivate. She knew she had to get to the job board, but it wouldn’t be smart to work on an empty stomach, right? She might have just enough cash for a slice of-

“Whu-!”

She yelped in surprise as she stumbled into a wall of purple fur and quills and heard the unmistakable sound of something fragile – and likely expensive – crashing against the earth. 

“Oh Gaia!” Domino shrieked. She darted to the front of the person she had just bumped into and grabbed his shoulders. “So sorry! I wasn’t lookin’!”

The boy, a fellow hedgehog with wild, indigo fur, didn’t meet her gaze. Instead, his eyes were narrowed onto a spot on the ground. His mouth gaped but the only sound to escape his lips could best be described as the high-pitched squeak of air being released from a balloon.

Domino’s eyes followed the trail of his stare that led to a film camera laying in the dirt. His hands remained open and frozen in place from where the camera had just leaped. 

“Oh boy,” Domino muttered. She crouched down to survey the damage. The shell of the device was cracked in several places. Some pieces completely snapped off and lay about like thick, plastic confetti. She gingerly picked up the camera and her shoulders sank with relief to see that the lens hadn’t fractured. “Oh, this is nothin’!”

The girl rested the camera on her lap and spun her backpack around to search for tools. Once her hand made purchase of the required items, she thrust it into the air with pride. Her arm was threaded through a roll of duct tape, wearing it much like a bracelet, while she held up a heavily used bottle of super glue. 

“I don’t think that’s going to-”

Just as soon as the male had found his voice, he was once again rendered speechless by the blue hedgehog as she seemed to perform rapid-fire surgery on the device. Her hands moved too quickly for him to understand what all she was doing, expertly switching from tape to glue and back, pinching here and ripping there. In what could only have been a matter of seconds, Domino sprang up to her feet and held out a perfectly in-tact camera. “Here ya go!”

The boy slowly took the camera from her hands and carefully inspected it. It was nearly pristine! 

“Wh-? Hu-? How?!” he stammered, turning the camera over and gasping as he noticed she had even managed to repair some of the damage he had done to it by extended use. “It’s like it’s brand new!”

Domino returned her tools to their home in her bag and slung it over her back. “I try to leave things better than I found ‘em.”

Something about that motto resonated with the male and a grin made its way across his face. His inspection finally shifted from the camera to the peculiar person in front of him and his breath caught in his throat. 

The young woman’s eyes were a striking cyan color, as vibrant as an afternoon’s sky. Her long, wild quills were the same teal hue, just a shade darker. She was waif-like for sure, but despite her small stature she had a strong presence about her that told him she could handle herself. The sweet, almost demure smile on her caramel muzzle was in direct contrast with the rough appearance of her clothes and a noticeable tear in one of her ears. This girl had clearly been through a lot. Despite that – or perhaps because of that – he found her stunning.

Domino was also rendered speechless, a rare occurrence for her. The fellow hedgehog looked to be about her age with quills as windswept as hers, though shorter and rich indigo in color. He had a larger frame– or was it the fullness of his fur that made him appear bigger? His coat was longer, scruffy and rugged, particularly in the sand-colored patches that adorned his chest and muzzle. It was so unlike her short, sleek pelt. He wore a pair of denim jeans—another oddity as male Mobians often didn’t wear clothes. And his eyes! So many different shades of green with hints of amber… like sunlight filtering through the canopy leaves onto the forest floor. 

She realized she was staring and hoped that the tufts of fur that framed her cheeks would help to mask the blush that quickly made its way up her neck. 

“Uh. Still, I’m sorry about breakin’ it in the first place,” Domino muttered, shoving her hands into her pockets. 

“No, no need to apologize,” the male assured. His voice had a melodic cadence to it, bouncing around from soothing lows to confident highs. It was unusual but very pleasing to her ears. “If anything, I’m just as much to blame. I was the one standing in the middle of a busy street.”

Like a flip of a switch, Domino suddenly became aware of the dozens of people who were squeezing by and muttering curses at the two teenagers who were blocking their path. How odd, just a moment ago it felt like the two were the only people on the planet. 

“Oh yeah…” Domino said slowly, turning her head either way to confirm that they were indeed obstructing the center of the path. “We oughtta get outta the way. Can’t have that camera breaking again!” She turned back to the boy and pushed on his chest, startling him and making him walk backwards until they reached the side of the road. She swiftly weaved and navigated them through the crowd with expertise. It was a wonder she had bumped into him in the first place. The lissome girl likely would have slipped right by him without him ever realizing she was there. Hmm, he didn’t like the thought of that.

“What’s your name?” he asked, those green eyes searching hers. 

“Uh,” Domino paused for a moment. People at best ignored her; at worst went out of their way to avoid her. This wasn’t a question she was used to answering. “Domino. And you are?”

“Phlox.”

“‘Flocks’?!” She couldn’t help but blurt out. Sometimes her mouth worked faster than her brain. “Like… like a bunch of Flickies?”

The male’s eyes went wide and he snickered. “Flickies?! No, ‘Phlox’ like the flower!”

“Well hey, I dunno! Maybe your parents are really into bird watching.”

Phlox suddenly burst into a fit of giggles. Domino’s ears sprang upwards. That chuckle was so silly and boyish and… mischievous, so unlike his speaking voice. She couldn’t help but beam with playful delight just from hearing it.

“By that logic,” Phlox managed once his laughing settled down, “that would mean your parents love board games?”

Oh now this would be too fun to pass up!

“Ah, so you’re familiar with my lineage!” Domino asked impishly. “I’m the heiress to a very wealthy game manufacturing company. It’s a family-owned business started by my great-great grandparents. It’s basically required that everyone in the family be named after classic games, lest you want to give up your claim to the family biz.”

“Is that so?”

“Oh yes,” she smirked. “You should’ve seen the look on my grandparents face when my Uncle Chess named his son-”

Her story was interrupted by an embarrassingly loud gurgle coming from her empty stomach. She froze in place, her face instantly growing beet red. Did he hear that? Of course he heard that. The whole world just heard it. Oh Gaia, why?! “Err..” 

“I… was just on my way to breakfast,” Phlox said, a lilt in his voice. “I heard some of the locals raving about this restaurant. ‘Supposed to have omelets like you wouldn’t believe. Would you… wanna join me?”

“A... restaurant…?” Domino whispered with dread. Her skin grew even hotter with anxiety. She barely had enough cash on her for some bread. A restaurant was out of the question! She had to think of an excuse but whether it was brain fog from hunger or delirium from this cute guy’s smile, she was coming up with nothing! “Um…”

Phlox sensed the girl’s dilemma and saw her subconsciously rummaging in her pockets. He pretended not to notice and looked towards his next destination. 

“I hope you won’t mind-” he leaned his shoulder towards her as if sharing a secret. “I know we live in a modern era but I was raised to always foot the bill when asking a lady on a date.”

“I-I don’t need handouts!” Domino said defensively, hoping her voice overpowered the growling of her stomach. 

“Easy there, heiress! I’d never suggest such a thing,” he waved his hands while he laughed, hoping to ease some of the tension. Phlox extended an open hand. “Besides, you’ll be repaying me by telling me all about this prestigious gaming monarchy you’re a part of.” 

He gave her a wink and with that, she was done for. 

Domino took his hand and together the two teens were off to the eatery.  

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“-and that’s why the hippos are eating marbles! Oh! That reminds me. Did you ever wonder-”

Despite her constant rambling, Domino had scarfed down her entire meal with impressive speed. Phlox’s eyes flickered to her empty plate before inconspicuously sliding his untouched side of hash browns across the table. Domino began tearing into them as well, too focused on her current story to realize the plate didn’t belong to her. 

Phlox rested his cheek in his palm, smiling as he listened to the teal young woman paint another wild tale. It was immediately clear that these stories were fabricated. Each one was more extreme and nonsensical than the last, but still, the young man found himself hanging on every word. It wasn't so much the stories that he enjoyed, but the enthusiasm with which Domino told them. The way her sky-blue eyes lit up and how her thin little arms swung about wildly as she gestured with her hands, as if her petite body couldn’t contain all of the energy that was trapped inside.

“-so I’m passing through here before I’m off for my next big business venture.”

“Oh? This is a short visit?”

“Ya,” Domino finished up her last bite of hash browns before unceremoniously letting her fork clatter against the ceramic. She was unable to remember the last time she’d ever felt this full. “I never stay in one city long.”

“Why’s that?”

“Towns are… complicated,” she averted her gaze, suddenly interested in a spot of the tablecloth that she began to pick at. “Everything’s all ‘property-lines’ and ‘who-belongs-where’. It’s all about what ya own and how much of it ya got, and what you can take from someone else.” She sank back into her chair with a sigh and looked up at the clouds. Phlox leaned in. Even if momentarily, he was getting a glimpse into the real Domino. He wanted to know more about the girl who felt the need to hide behind tall tales. “It’s not like that out in the wild. Nothing belongs to anybody. It all belongs to the planet, ya know? No judgements. No hurting each other for the sake of hurting… I only come into town when I-” 

She stopped herself short, realizing she’d revealed a little too much. 

“Wait you’re just passing through too, yeah?”

“Huh?” Phlox blinked. He could get whiplash from how abruptly she’d redirected the conversation. “Oh. Yeah.”

“How long’re you stickin’ around?”

“Hmm, not sure yet.”

Domino laced her fingers together and used them to balance her chin. “You don’t talk much,” she observed with amusement. 

Phlox chuckled. “I’m more of a listener.”

“That’s a shame. You’ve got such a nice voice, like music,” she admitted. “I’d love to hear ya talk more.”

It was possible she was just trying to divert his attention from the previous topic, but the compliment made him blush nonetheless. He rubbed the back of his neck and tittered bashfully. 

“Well, what would you like me to talk about?”

Domino pointed at the newly repaired camera that sat amongst the empty stacks of plates. “What’s this all about?”

Phlox smiled and rested a caring hand on the device. 

“This here’s… my dream. My pride and joy.” He looked up at Domino and she just about wiggled in her seat, excited to hear more. It wasn’t like him to talk much, especially about himself, but if the pretty lady asked… “I spent an entire year putting in extra hours at my steel working job, covering shifts when others called out, never taking time off, all so I could save up for this baby! When I first told my family I wanted to switch careers to become a photographer… Let’s just say they were not so enthusiastic. Especially my dad…” he chuckled ruefully. “He’s not one for… sentimentality. But I always have been.”

Those bright green eyes looked up to meet Domino’s and her heart leaped in her chest when she caught sight of the fervor behind them. 

“There’s beauty in everything, you just have to open your eyes to see it! The world is full of so many remarkable things that we take for granted. So many magnificent little moments that will slip right by if we don’t bother to notice them. I want everyone to see what I see. I want to give these wonderful, fleeting seconds the opportunity to live on forever.” Phlox found himself surprised at how boldly he was speaking. It was a nice change, something he had been hoping to improve upon himself. It somehow came naturally in this girl’s presence. “...Photography lets me do that.”

Domino swallowed the lump in her throat, hoping her cheeks didn’t look as warm as they felt. 

“W-wow. I didn’t realize I was talking to an artist this whole time.”

Phlox laughed, that mischievous, boyish chuckle erupting from him again. “Don’t get too excited just yet, Minnie. I’ve still got a long way to go and a lot to learn.” 

Minnie? She’d never had a nickname before, never knew anyone long enough to have one. But this guy gave her one so casually, like they’d been friends forever. Minnie. She liked it…

“But I’ll let you in on a secret. Something the pros don’t want you to know.” He suddenly leaned across the table, making Domino’s eyes widen even more. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Sure composition and lighting and all that’s important, but really? A lot of it is being at the right place at the right time.”

He sat back in his chair and crossed his arms with a smirk. “And I just so happen to have a knack for being in the right place at the right time. A talent, if you will.”

Domino scoffed out the breath she’d been holding. “I’m not so sure about that!” She challenged him with a playful grin. “If that were true, I wouldn’t have busted your camera in the first place!”

Phlox winked and pointed a finger at her. “Ah, but that’s direct proof my gift is the real deal. How else would I have met you?”

The lady hedgehog was once again uncharacteristically at a loss for words. Her mouth suddenly felt very dry, too dry! She grasped for her drinking glass and quickly took several long gulps of water. Unsure how to respond and certain her signature teal and caramel fur were now every shade of red, she thought of a question to direct attention from her. 

“So,” her voice cracked through feigned nonchalance. “What brings a budding photographer like you to this quaint little town hmm?”

Phlox snickered, pleased that he could make the pretty lady blush just as much as she’d made him. “You might not think much of this place, but I’ve heard it has plenty of little hidden treasures. For one, I’ve been told of this grotto tucked away in the surrounding forest that’s supposed to be spectacular, especially if you catch sight of it at just the right time. I’m going to head out later today and try to find it.”

Domino sat up with excitement. She loved exploring and being out amongst the greenery would likely be a much needed respite after the odd jobs she’d be doing in town. It was only a couple of days, why not make the most of it?

“I’d like to see! Can I come?”

Phlox’s smile grew wider. “Y-yeah, yes!”

“Oh! Speaking of spectacular," there she went again, her mind already on to the next thing. "Have you ever been to South Island?”

“No, but it’s on my list.”

“PHLOX!” Domino drummed her hands on the table with enthusiasm. “You’re gonna love it! Just about every possible type of landscape and flora you can imagine all on one island. It’s crazy! Green Hill was my favorite. Flowers bigger than me— bigger than you! Waterfalls taller than the sky!”

“Hold on.”

Phlox stood up from his seat to pull out a small, weathered notepad from his back pocket. He flipped to a blank page and hurriedly scribbled down notes while murmuring. “South Island… Green… Hill…” 

He marked a large star next to the text before standing once again to return the notebook to his pocket. He glanced up and caught the girl giggling at him. 

“What?” He asked, the corner of his own mouth turning upwards into a smile. 

“I’m sorry, it has to be said…” Domino used a hand to gesture towards Phlox’s legs. “… the pants.”

Phlox smirked and placed his hands on his hips. He pretended to be offended, but mirth was evident in his tone. “I don’t get what’s so funny about my jeans. After all, you’re wearing pants.” 

“Yeah but not many men wear ‘em.”

The young man counted on his fingers with each point he made. “They’re stylish. They’re practical. How else can I store my things?”

Domino pointed her thumb towards the pack on her back. 

“Nah,” Phlox hooked his thumbs on his belt loops. “Backpack’ll never look this cool.”

“Ooookay, if you say so!” Domino laughed, waving her hands in defeat.

The tolling of bells from the town church broke the two from their lighthearted argument. Domino counted the chimes and realized more time had passed than she originally thought. As much fun as she was having, she had to get back to her priorities. She had a lot of work to do and not much time to do it. 

“Well, Mr. Cool Guy,” she dusted the crumbs from her clothes as she rose up from her seat. “Thank you very much for breakfast but I’ve got some very important duties that need attendin’.”

Phlox caught her hand just before she was out of reach. His voice was soft but determined. “I’ll see you later? At the town entrance, at 4. Yes?”

Domino noticed a tangible spark as their fingers met. The feel of her hand in his and the passion in his eyes made her heart race. 

“Yeah. I’ll be there.”

[CHAPTER 2]

[bestnarutoduo]

Propaganda

Uchiha Madara

He looks like a walking L’Oréal commercial

Long voluptuous thick black hair!

HEDGEHOG

Floof

Not practical

Hatake Kakashi (Og)

Gravity defying

Thick and fluffy

Unique

Submitter wants to run their fingers through it

Changes to fit the mood/look of Kakashi

Early og naruto days it was wilder to fit Kakashi’s questionable mental state

Looked more neat and groomed as he healed a bit with team seven

So rare that people link him to his father just by looking at him and his hair

Looks good up and down

Wet cat hair Kakashi!

Floof but practical(ish)

‘It’s freakin Kakashi’

Permanent bed head look done well

Spiky hedgehog 2.0

White/grey hair characters are OP. Always looks good

[minkparched]

About Bartleby and Sonia's dynamic in Sonic Underground...

Since Sonic Underground is so hated by much of the fandom and VERY FEW fans engage with it outside of an irony-poisoned lens, there's so much subtext and interesting tidbits thrown in that got lost in the wilderness of fandom ghetto. One thing I noticed is the dynamic between Bartleby and Sonia.

Bartleby seems to embody both the "cowardly" and "loverboy" archetype, being a (for the lack of a better word) utter simp for Sonia and promising her he'll "do anything for (her), my pet. Anything" as soon as she uses her ~feminine wiles~ to change his mind into becoming more sympathetic towards her "disreputable" brothers for a scheme against Robotnik. In most of their interactions, Bartleby lights up each time he sees her and despite believing that her brothers Sonic and Manic are bad influences, still genuinely cares for her well-being..

That being said though...

In several scenes, Sonia is in disguise and she often comes across Bartleby. On two occasions, she sees her fiance on a date with another woman and she (rightfully) becomes jealous. In one scene, she's in disguise near a hair salon to investigate unrelated matters and she comes across Bartleby, which makes her nervous. Bartleby, not knowing who spotted him, becomes visibly offended at the thought of being "caught" from whatever he was doing (however, it seemed innocuous). The series sets up a punchline that Bartleby lives some kind of secret (or at the least, separate) life from Sonia and it's a reoccurring joke that shows up whenever Sonia stumbles across Bartleby doing whatever Bartleby likes to do when Sonia is not around.

This also separates him from a character that he's constantly compared to, Antoine D'Coolette. Antoine was Sally's number 1 simp that refused to move on from his blind romantic devotion to her until he faced constant rejections and in spite of all, only gave up once Bunnie showed interest in him. And unlike Bartleby, he did not try concealing anything about himself outside of excessively playing up his bravery to win Sally's affection (well, unless you count Patch as being "Antoine" but then that got retconned by Penders for an admittedly better idea). Although there are some stunning similarities among prototype Antoine Depardieu and Bartleby Montclair, which makes me think that some of Antoine's prototype character motifs did get recycled for the Bartleby character.

Anyway back to the main point. And that is Sonia and Bartleby's relationship dynamic. Another thing that is pretty funny, is how Bartleby and Sonia argue over stupid things even when they're clearly still together like in the Artifact where Bartleby refuses to believe the ball he has in his hand is an explosive sold by Robotnik, accuses Sonia of trying to sell it for Resistance, and says she used to be a nice hedgehog before her brother's corrupting influence.

Certainly, Bartleby's classist views on "peasants" and his borderline racist/xenophobic views of some indigenous Mobians (strangely, Jamaican-accented but wearing Native American headdresses) whose island he wanted to turn into a resort (in the French dub, these connotations are way clearer with him calling them "primitives", while in the English dub he calls them peasants while calling their living conditions primitive) influences his disdainful feelings towards Sonia's "unruly" brothers. It's also especially narratively potent in a canon where class warfare is an established part of the living world and 3 of the main protagonists (Sonic, Manic, and Sonia) represent the different social backgrounds.

Ngl, I live for the drama and the potential storylines that can be sprung out of this dynamic. XD I mean I'm someone who loved pre-Flynn/early Flynn Archie for this reason.

Although Bartleby does seem to get redeemed at the end and has a nice little romantic moment with Sonia before departing to who knows where, I still wonder how that would work if Sonia's new love interest was Knuckles and she dated Stripes during their downtime. Maybe if Sonic Underground continued to a Season 2, he would've officially turned from a Neutral to a Good character and Sonia would be with Knuckles.