#but this little hedgehog I have been unable to let go

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Pookie ❤️

[midnight1nk]

So, this week's episode...

[Spoilers below cut]

Past Ink: Guys, it's fine. This isn't a serious episode, it would be too soon for another arc. It's just gonna be another silly Saturday.

Current Ink: ....

(the following is my live reaction:)

[*unholy screaming*] FOUR NOOOOOOOOOOOO

WOW WHAT A GREAT START TO THIS EPISODE, SCRATCH EVERYTHING THAT I SAID ABOUT THIS BEING A "NORMAL" EPISODE

NOPE I NEED TO PAUSE, I NEED TO TAKE A WALK BC I'M NOT GONNA GET OVER IT, DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS COULD LEAD

they're not gonna do it in this episode BUT the fact that goop!4 is being acknowledged in every way possible, we might just have a sequel in our hands

NO NO NO CUT THE INTRO, I HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED THE EPISODE YET AND YOU WANT ME TO MAKE A THEORY ON IT ALREADY? HOLD YOUR FUCKIN HORSES, I'LL GET THERE GEEZ

anyway, we have to press play...

I'm pretty sure someone already has done a pirate au (no I'm not over what I just watched) and anyway, artists: here's pirate SMG4

Four, you should've read the file name before downloading it [*shakes head*]

Wait, is this going to be a parody of computer buddies? That's actually pretty fun..... OH NO NO NO

Ah, so we are doing computer buddies

Actually, yeah, can we have Mario as president please

love how it says "no one even compares to mario. especially smg4 who sucks booty cheeks [or ass] and mario doesn't"

Observe as the SMG4 fandom gets terrified of the word "perfect" [*screams*]

MARIO MARIO NO NO NO HE DIDN'T SAVE

I felt that in my core omg

as a graphic designer, this hurts

apparently, there's a whole new dimension in our computers, Only in the SMG4 Universe [*cheesy thumbs up*]

We really are getting all the computer buddies, huh? I wonder if KinitoPET will appear

[*silver the hedgehog voice*] It's no use!

BRITISH SMG3

wow what a funny bit... WAIT HOLD UP WAIT A MINUTE, LOOK AT THE MEDIA BOX

the eyes....

w̷̹̓e̷̼̽ ̸̯́n̴̩͆e̵̝̓v̴̼͑ë̵̤r̴͓͛ ̷̭͝l̵̦̎e̴̞͗f̵͉̐ṯ̴͗

and the left eye too... oh god, the EYE OF RA— [*gets shot*]

honestly, Four, you improved your aim ever since Western Spaghetti (ik you also did for PV but that's not the point)

I knew they were gonna bring in buff Luigi again

I'M SCREAMING

THERE IS NO WAY THE TEAM JUST DROPPED THAT ON US, THIS CAN'T BE REAL

ok first off, the fact that Four has a folder labeled "Super SECRET Spicy Memes" is giving "totally homework" folder energy (and I don't want to even think more about that)

hey, Four did say that Three brings some spice into his life (yeah, "rosemary to my bread" and all that jazz)

SECOND, the fact he has an image of SMG3 with him saying "whats the matter smg4 kun?"

THEN the "I know what you are" audio clip...

Four, buddy, you're down bad aren't you?

like "woah smg4's bisexual, I didn't know that", the closet is out of GLASS so we been knew but I DID NOT expect this

having Three be a tsundere is one thing, but FOUR....

🫵🏳️‍🌈⁉️

"they're dating behind the scenes" at this point, yeah

we have to keep going... [*secretly puts this clip on the fridge*]

I hate this so much /silly

[*chaos ensues*] [*sips my coffee*] just another tuesday saturday

GOTTA GO FAST GOTTA GO FAST— [*gets tazed*] i can never catch a break c'mon man

oh hey Swag!

four dollars is four dollars, you got yourself a deal

ok, I'm gonna need everyone to see Four's cute little hops here:

look at him go, my silly little goober :) oh, now you have? then let's keep going

holy shit, this fight scene is so well animated!!! LET'S GOOOO

never thought I'd see the day of seeing biblically accurate bonzi in an SMG4 episode and yet here we are.

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

THIS IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING I'VE SEEN IN MY LIFE, I'M ASCENDING

"...but they hugged before" NO YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND

A normal hug, where two people cross each other and are unable to see the other's face since it's over their shoulder, is just as it is: a normal hug. It can be seen as platonic and/or romantic.

THIS is a lot more intimate. 3 and 4's heads touch while they hold each other by the hand. This type of hug is reserved more for romantic partners when the situation leads them to a devasting end, where they face each other to look at and remember what their partner looked like, one last time before they die.

In this case, it makes sense as the computer is collapsing within itself.

"It's not actually them tho." Yes, they're digital copies of 3 and 4 but that's the thing: they're COPIES, acting on what 3 and 4 would actually do

SMG34 shippers, we are eating GOOD today yum yum

but then, that begs the question: would there be a moment where 3 and 4 would reveal their feelings for each other at the worst possible time?

(you guys are not going to be ready for my next episode concepts) What, who said that?

uh anyway them 💙💜 gotta put it on the fridge

I feel for you, Four, but I have a horrible feeling about this

...

Foreshadowing is a literary device—

no seriously, I feel like this could be part of a future arc where a past villain would ruin everything Four has and would offer up a deal when Four would be the most desperate. There's always a catch. Hmm, why does that seem familiar...?

Your life's work or your friends, it's your call, SMG4

:)

HELL YEAH FOUR, THROW IT AWAY (omg just like how he chose Three over the USB, I'm crying dude)

also congrats to Ourstor08954957 for the lovely art in the end credits 🎉 such cute doodles ❤️

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

Oh boy, what an episode. I feel like I'm in another plane of existence right now. Everything was absolutely incredible, great job Team!!

Everyone, say THANK YOU to whoever put the SMG34 crumbs in there, we shall treasure it for the rest of our lives. I'm gonna put those moments on my fridge. OH I would love to see the artists draw the SMG34 hug or pirate Four!

Love the fighting scene right by the end and the little details they have added in there. I guess it's "Torture Ink with the Idea that Goop!4 May Happen" day but hey, I'm so normal about it (no I'm not). I've been a bit stressed since finals are coming up so I'm thankful for anything this episode for me.

(If anyone is curious, the WOTFI website is still up and yes, I am logging its status just in case.)

I'm sure everyone is going crazy over this...

"They gay fr :3" [BenJoJoGV, Twitter]

🧍

BEN YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THESE THINGS—

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Something with sonic and rouge? I think their friendship is really fun tbh

Disclaimer: please have mercy on me, I’ve only seen a few clips of Rouge at this point and this is my first time writing her | 1k

Nocturnal Runnin

Something about Rouge was that she, like most bats, was nocturnal.

Now this worked out for some of the time, all the best thieving happened in the dark after all, but Rouge had never been all that fond of being awake when everyone else was asleep. She was simply far too much of a people person to sleep through the day. Broad daylight proved to be a great deal more entertaining than three-thirty in the morning was.

It took some time, (and admitting to needing two cups of coffee before she was truly ready to be her beautiful self,) but she managed to adjust her sleep-schedule to fit the life she wanted.

But every once in a while her body’s natural clock would win out and she’d find herself unable to sleep after two thirty.

On those days she’d make herself a cup of coffee to prepare for the long day ahead, and fly outside to sit on the roof, wrapped in a blanket, with a book stolen from Shadow’s personal shelf in her hands. She knew that he knew she took them, but he never said anything about it.

Shadow, for one, liked to pretend he never slept at all. Which was partially true, but not all the way there. She’d catch him napping sometimes, his ears flicking and face twitching, deep in a dream. But those occasions were rare; the Ultimate Lifeform hardly needed sleep, he liked to remind her and everyone else on many occasions. He was usually either reading, trying out new recipes in the kitchen or off somewhere Rouge couldn’t begin to guess.

But that wasn’t who was occupying her thoughts this early morning. No, it was another hedgehog entirely.

3am and midway through her book, she was most startled to hear a woosh, far too strong to be a bird but a little too concentrated to be the wind. She’d heard the sound enough times to recognize the sound of Sonic.

Usually his presence did not bode well for a peaceful morning, which was why she was confused when he simply stopped near the front of the house, and stood there instead of going in like she would have expected had it been something urgent.

Her curiosity trumped her concern and she closed her book silently, focusing her attention on him.

Sonic didn’t seem to be in a rush to get anywhere. In fact, he seemed oddly calm compared to the times she’d seen him darting around or chatting with his friends, waving his arms about as he grinned. That same face that she had hardly ever seen without a smile was blank as he studied her house.

Sonic snuffed, rubbing his finger under his nose. Then he sniffed again. This time, tilting his head up, nose pointed in the air.

Rouge had time to become conscious of the smell wafting from her steaming mug of coffee, and then suddenly Sonic’s eyes snapped to meet hers, green, almost brighter than the crescent moon.

For a moment, they simply stared at one another.

Then Sonic broke into a grin. “You’re up early.”

Rouge blew lightly across the top of her coffee and took a sip. “Of course, if I wasn't, how could you expect me to greet visitors?” It wasn’t pointed exactly, more teasing than anything, but still, there was a passive question there. Sonic seemed to find it funny.

“You’ve always been a pretty great host.”

Rouge thought carefully for a moment. While Sonic was known for beating around the bush at times, if it was truly serious he wouldn't have been exchanging small talk. In the end she decided to let it slide. “Would you like some coffee?”

“No thanks,” Sonic said lightly, rocking back on his heels. He seemed more energetic now that he was aware of her eyes on him. “I’m already well-hydrated!”

“Do you want to come inside then?” Rouge offered. She genuinely thought there might be a reason he was there, but Sonic simply shook his head.

“Nah, just out for a run. You know how it is.”

Rouge tilted her head. “At 3am?”

“Oh is it that time already?” Sonic didn’t sound at all surprised. “Guess I better get back home before Knuckles wakes up. I’ll see you around, Rouge.” And with a two-fingered salute, he was gone.

She honestly didn’t think much of the little encounter until Amy was complaining about how Sonic couldn’t help her with shopping because she loved to go in the morning before it got busy and he was always napping in his hammock until 2pm unless someone shook him awake. Then she thought about it rather often for a while.

She decided one early morning at 2am that she would investigate.

Wings flapping, it didn’t take long to find him.

He was zipping about, here and there, peeking in through windows, rooting through loose papers in recycling bins, and occasionally standing, completely still, staring off into the distance.

There was something different about him that she couldn’t place. But she was never one for wondering, so she decided she’d simply ask.

Sonic seemed genuinely startled when she landed in front of him.

“Rouge? Is something wrong?”

“If something was wrong I would have gone to Shadow, not you,” she said, putting her hand on her hip.

“So something’s really wrong then.”

“Do you do this every night?”

Sonic stilled. He stared at her.

Rouge stared back, undeterred.

Slowly, Sonic’s hand came up to rub the back of his neck. “...No.”

Rouge gave him her most charming smile. “Liar.”

Sonic sighed, shoulders slumping, head falling forward. “Okay, okay, yeah. I get restless, y’know? Just nice to go for a jog when it’s… quiet.”

It was a more sincere answer than what she’d been expecting from him. He seemed to feel similarly.

“Hm,” Rouge said. “We made flan,” technically Shadow had made the flan, but he’d sworn her to secrecy about his baking attempts, “would you like to come try some?”

Sonic blinked. “It’s a little early for flan, isn’t it? Shadow and Omega aren’t sleeping?”

Rouge scoffed at him. “Did you just ask me if a robot and the Ultimate-I-Don’t-Need-Food-or-Rest-Lifeform are sleeping?”

Sonic laughed. Quieter than she thought he might’ve if it had been in the sun. His ears drooped, almost sheepishly. “Right, yeah, duh. What about you though?”

“Sweetie, I’m already awake.”

Sonic shifted on his feet. “Okay. Sure. Flan. Why not?”

“That’s the spirit,” Rouge smiled at him. “Try not to get under his skin too much while we’re there.” She spread her wings and slowly rose into the air, beginning to head in the direction of home.

“Who, Shadow?” Sonic followed after her at a casual run, keeping pace easily. “He loves my jokes!”

“Is that why he had you in a headlock last month?”

“That’s how he shows affection, obviously,” he said, sounding very pleased with himself.

Shadow retired to his room, muttering about going to sleep the moment Sonic walked through the door and Rouge assured him there was nothing serious happening. She did see him peeking through a crack in his door to see Sonic take his first two bites of his flan, closing the door fully again once Sonic had declared it to be delicious.

“It is good, isn’t it?” Rouge said, loud enough for Shadow to hear.

“Yeah!” Sonic said brightly. “You guys did a great job on it.”

“We should do this again,” Rouge said brightly when Sonic headed out two hours later. “We could use another taste tester aside from Omega.”

Sonic gave her finger guns. “I make no promises. But this was fun! See you around, Rouge!”

He never did say why he was up in the middle of the night or why he was intent to get back home before his friends awoke. And, while curious, Rouge wasn’t one to pry when it was clear he didn’t want to share.

She’d stumbled across a secret of his and what sort of thief would she be if she couldn’t keep a secret?

[phonkscribes]

Little Library Headcanons

Headcanons for the Reader & Vergil off of the fic I wrote. Randomly assorted for your viewing pleasure.

Enjoy.

: ̗̀➛ The company the two of you share doesn’t need to be filled with words. You’re more than content with sitting in the silence besides one another, but subtly you will begin to lean towards Vergil, and at first he doesn’t quite like it. He’s still getting used to having you be so close and invading his space. The first time you rest against him, he bristles, almost like a cat. Or a hedgehog with how his hair is styled. It was so cute you couldn’t help but to giggle quietly. But why were you laughing? He’d have half the mind to shove you off as he would with his brother… but you’re soft. He needs to be gentle with you, lest he make you cry or something. What a headache that’d be… so he lets you lean on him. Like he’s some sort of pillow.

It’s annoying. Yes, but you’re warm when he’s cold, and it isn’t hurting him. It’s… enjoyable… he supposed. It becomes routine, something he starts to expect from you now. When you don’t do it on one of your little playdates, he exchanges stares between you and the pages of his own poems. Vergil waits, he can be patient. He knows how to be, but… why aren’t you leaning on him now?

He calls to you, quietly, but the little prince has a bit of expectancy in his tone. Why aren’t you resting your head on him already? And then you tell him it’s because you thought it irritated him and that he might’ve liked his space.

“You’re already here, aren’t you?”

He lifts his hand to your head and nudges it to his side. The two of you can swear to hear someone chuckling from behind the rows… how creepy.

: ̗̀➛ Sometimes he’ll read to you out loud, wanting to recite Blake to you as it’s something near and dear to his heart. You didn’t much care for poetry before meeting him, but listening to Vergil as he reads the lines is soothing. Which, is hilarious, because once you had found his voice to be quite grating. Now when he reads, you listen to his every word, trying to pick out what it means or to ask about certain words you haven’t heard before. It’s one of the times you get to see him smile, as he proudly and happily explains to you what the poem means in full. Vergil even encourages you to read some for yourself and to tell him what you think it means. He’s grown rather curious of your thoughts…

: ̗̀➛ He asks about the stories you read on occasion when the both of you aren’t in the library. Where it’s okay to be a little louder and to not whisper. Fiction isn’t something he likes, only because of how it seems to bore him. When you tell him about the heroes and villains you read about, he often has a bit of critique for them both. Especially if there’s some swordplay to be involved. You wouldn’t have pegged him for being well versed in that sort of thing, granted he seemed like a gentler soul when you got to know him… however, it rather suits him doesn’t it?

You only wonder why a boy so young would ever need to learn to fight…

Still, when he tells you about how he would’ve bested the antagonists of your tales, you’re there to provide why that wouldn’t work or to inform him of an ability he had forgotten that the villain had. Time manipulation, beams of light, and fire balls.

“How would you stop that, Vergil?”

“I’ll become stronger, strong enough to beat that and more..!”, would he keep true to those words?

: ̗̀➛ If you were to get sick or something were to ever come up that prevented you from going to the library to meet him, he’d try to assume his usual spot where you and him would read… but then he’d find himself waiting for you to appear. In spite of himself, Vergil would get up, unable to focus and start to search for you himself. On the next day when you return, he’d sound a little irritated, if only because it was unexpected and he’d been expecting you to be there with him. You’re touched that he missed you, that you could be missed by him. It’s funny to think that when you two first met each other you weren’t getting along too well. But now you’ve become a part of his life, someone to go away to when he’s through with playing with his little brother and honing his skills with the sword. If only he’d know how much he’d come to miss you later on in his life.

The effect you have on him is becoming abundantly clear to Eva and Dante. Who’s this person that his brother steals away to when they aren’t playing together? Who’s this little friend he’s made?

[xiiithhazard]

Renewing

Word Prompt 42 – Werewolf

@year-of-the-echidna

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“I’m telling you, it all fits.” Sonic proclaimed loudly, even though his whole family, minus one, were sitting only a few feet away and could hear him just fine at a normal volume.

“Sonic – I mean, I’ll be the first to say there are a lot of creatures out there that we don’t know about. But – I think we would have noticed by now if Knuckles was a – what was it?” Tails added, looking to Tom, who just sighed.

“A werewolf.” He answered.

“Well – I guess he would technically be a were – echidna.” Sonic corrected, but this only earned him a seriously disgruntled glare from his father.

“That’s it, no more horror movies for you.”

“I’m serious.” The hedgehog contended, before counting off his evidence. “Every time there’s a full moon; he disappears for three days. When he comes back, he’s exhausted, covered in bruises and in serious need of a shower. He eats a ton before he leaves and a ton when he gets back. He never tells us where he goes, and he never tells us what he does there.”

“Sonic.” Maddie insisted sternly and he stopped. “He’s only been here for a couple of months. We agreed that he could open up to us at his own pace. If he doesn’t want to tell us where he’s going, he doesn’t have to.”

“But –”

“Pal.” Tom added, before he could go on and leaned in close, until the two of them were nearly nose to nose. “Drop it.”

The hedgehog proceeded to fold his arms and pout into the couch, as the two humans got up to leave. Having given all of the patience they had to this ongoing conversation. “You believe me, right?” He asked, Looking to Tails, who winced at being called out.

“I – well.”

“You can’t deny that it’s suspicious.”

“Well – no, I guess I can’t.”

“Then you agree?”

“What?”

“We should follow him next time. See where he’s going.”

Tails winced again. “And – what if he is a werewolf? He’ll eat us.” The fox started a bit, as he found himself unable to comprehend why he had just said that.

“That’s a good point.” Sonic murmured, rubbing his chin in thought. However, before he could come up with a counter strategy, said echidna walked through the front door. Leaving them both looking surprised. “Wait – he’s back?” The hedgehog proclaimed, checking his phone to make sure he hadn’t gotten his days mixed up.

If his theory was correct, Knuckles wasn’t supposed to return from his moonlighting adventure for another day.

“Hey there, big guy. Back already –” Maddie announced from the kitchen, only to let out a sound of shock and maybe a little bit of horror. Which made Sonic and Tails look at each other, before they rushed to defend their adoptive mother. “Oh god, what happened?” She demanded, completely forgetting about her dishes, to instead kneel on the floor and wrap Knuckles’ right hand in her towel, only for it to quickly turn red with blood.

“I apologize. I merely require some supplies.” The echidna countered her. “I will leave you to your cleaning.”

This earned him a right scary look from their personal doctor. “I don’t think so. You’re staying right here and I’m taking a look at that.” With this, she rushed to the closet to find her first aid supplies. Leaving Knuckles looking surprised by this turn of events. However, he stayed where he was, not wanting to incur her wrath.

“So – what happened?” Sonic asked and the echidna turned to raise an eyebrow at him, picking up on his skeptical tone.

“I have injured myself. Is that not obvious?”

“Yeah – but how did you do it?” The hedgehog countered inching a little closer, waiting for his answer. But the warrior seemed to have locked himself down, in response to Sonic’s odd probing.

“Are you alright?” Tails added instead. Stepping forward to put pressure on the wound for him. Seemingly trying to make up for the fact that they’d just been talking about him behind his back.

“It is nothing. It happens all the time.”

“Yeah?” Sonic proclaimed suggestively and Knuckles glared at him.

“Yes.” He growled.

“Sonic.” Maddie insisted, as she returned with her supplies and shot him a warning look. “Make yourself useful and get me a bucket of warm water and some towels.” She announced, before pulling Knuckles over to the table, so she could start the process. Though the hedgehog pouted at the idea of leaving, he was back before they’d even realized he was gone. “I said warm water.” She countered, knowing that it was something he couldn’t rush, and he made a noise of pure annoyance, before leaving again.

“I am – confused.” Knuckles admitted, as he took a seat and allowed Maddie to unwarp his hand. “Why is he so suspicious? What have I done?”

“Nothing, honey. You haven’t done anything wrong.” She insisted, carefully removing the towel and hissed. “Oh, gosh – how did you manage that?” She proclaimed, gently testing the broken spike on the back of his hand, to find that the bone was now in several pieces.

“It was my fault. I should have prepared more.” He stated, even though she looked up expecting him to elaborate, he never did.

“Where are your gloves?” She asked instead. Knowing the fabric had been designed to protect him from this kind of damage.

“I removed them, so they would not be destroyed.”

“And why would they be destroyed? What were you doing?” Sonic suggested as he returned to catch the last little bit of their conversation. However, Knuckles was not in the mood to be interrogated.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He growled. “Do you think I am a liar?”

The hedgehog opened his mouth to protest but seemed to run out of patience halfway there. “Are you a werewolf?” He spat out and Maddie facepalmed. While poor Knuckles just blinked at him.

“I am an echidna, not a wolf.”

“Not the point.” Sonic proclaimed. “Are – you – a – were – wolf?”

Knuckles blinked again, before turning to Maddie. “I am confused.”

“I don’t blame you.” She muttered, turning her attention back to his hand and started to gently remove the pieces of bone, without him so much as even twitching. Though it bothered her, she was aware that he naturally had very little sensation in his hands, so there was no need for pain meds.

“What is a – werewolf?” He finally asked, prompting Tails to step forward, already prepared with his little handheld computer that he’d used to look it up.

“A werewolf is a mythical creature that transforms from a human into a wolf, typically during a full moon, often due to a curse or infection from a werewolf bite. They are usually depicted as having heightened strength, animalistic instincts, and a vulnerability to silver.”

Knuckles still looked very confused, which allowed Sonic to speed to the kitchen and back with one of Maddie’s silver spoons, holding it out for Knuckles to take. Which he did – without anything happening.

“What?” The hedgehog proclaimed in disbelief. “But – the moon thing. Why are you always gone during the full moon? Where do you go?”

Maddie promptly took the spoon and slammed it down on the table, before leveling Sonic with her scariest mother’s glare, causing him to shut his mouth with a snap. Then she turned back to Knuckles, once again kind and collected. “You don’t have to answer him, if you don’t want to.”

He seemed to consider this for a moment, before turning back to Sonic. “I go into the forest to perform a Renewing.”

“A what?” Sonic asked, completely confused now. Prompting the echidna to sigh and raise his uninjured hand to show him his spikes and claws, which were unusually shiny and sharp.

“It is a ritual that renews our bones and sheds the old.”

“Oh.” Sonic muttered before shaking his head. “But – why the full moon?”

“It is best to do the ritual annually and the moon is the easiest way for me to keep track of it. As for why I do it on the full moon – there is more light.” Tails started to nod now, satisfied with this answer. While Sonic just stood there his left eye twitching with the precision of a malfunctioning Christmas light.

“Why do you always come back injured?” Maddie asked this time, gently smearing some ointments on his hand, before wrapping it in a bandage.

“The process requires that I remove the old bone. Which can sometimes be – difficult.”

“I see.” She said and didn’t bother having him elaborate, as that honestly made a lot of sense.

“Well – but – why didn’t you ever just tell us that?” Sonic proclaimed in annoyance.

“You never asked.” Knuckles countered and the hedgehog promptly shut up, as Maddie and Tails both burst into laughter.

…

Simple but sweet, because I was honestly having a hard time coming up with something for this prompt.

Please share some reviews and comments, I’d love to hear what people think of my work.

[mama-qwerty]

What do you think Tom and Maddies's situation regarding children was before Sonic came into their lives? I've seen a lot of people headcanon them as a happy child free couple who were thrown for a loop after they took in three alien boys, but they adjusted to their roles as parents with time and patience. But others I've seen headcanon them as being ready to become parents but either never got round to having kids or were unable to have them, so they were really keen early on to become the guardians of Sonic, Knuckles, and Tails. Either way, Tom and Maddie look equally happy both before and after they became parents. I think that's a really positive message to send about being child free or having (or adopting) children, that you can be happy with either choice ❤️

Honestly, if we base their ages on those of their actors, Maddie's 44 and Tom's 51. If they were gonna have kids, they would have had them by now.

But even if we play with those ages in movie terms, let's say they're in their early/mid 40s. Still an age that if they were going to have kids, they would have.

That's not to say that older people can't have biological children. I myself didn't have my first until I was 34. (Didn't meet my husband until I was 26, and it took us a while to be successful.) But when you're getting to your 40s, it stands to reason that kids would have come along if that was something you wanted.

I could see them as being infertile. They're simply unable to have children of their own. Maybe this was something they discovered early in their relationship and went through the stages of grief for already, and come out the other side accepting their fate and throwing all their love into each other.

Or, maybe they simply never really had the urge for kids. Some people don't, and that's fine. They seemed pretty damn happy in their lives, helping others and being overall good people. They seemed to have a pretty stable and healthy relationship (so refreshing in contrast to the tired 'married couple always making jokes at the expense of the other' or 'smart wife stupid husband' tropes) so they were just living life and being happy with what they had.

Fast forward, and suddenly they're parents to one little blue hedgehog. It wasn't something they went looking for, but how could they turn away this little boy who'd been all alone for his entire life? And then two more little aliens came in, equally alone and in need of safety and love. Of course they joined the family, too.

I don't think that they were excited to bring the boys into their lives as a "YAY we're finally parents!" kinda way, but more in a "this kid/these kids need a stable home, somewhere they can be safe and loved and we're just crazy enough to do it" kinda way. Of course they love all the boys. Of course they're gonna be the best parents they can be. The opportunity fell in their laps, and they eagerly took it, without hesitation.

[vilevenom]

I wanted to finish off the week so I could stop stressing over needing to get fic written, lol, so I'm posting this at an ungodly hour. I skipped day six so I could finish on time.

As usual - read at your own risk.

Let Me Hear You Say Oooh

Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog (general media)

Pairing: Sonic/Shadow

Day 7 prompt(s): Creampie // Aphrodisiacs

Summary: Shadow had always known someone, at some point, would try to kill him. This, though, was rather unexpected.

WARNINGS: Explicit sexual acts. Characters are depicted as ADULTS

P.S - If you want a full list of tags, this has already been posted on AO3

Shadow had always known that one day someone would try to kill him. His kingdom thrived, and his people were happy. That was always going to piss someone off. It was the reason he'd assembled the most fearsome and loyal knights of any nearby kingdom, and had a mighty army that could move to action at a moments notice. It was also why he carefully generally vetted each and every one of his servants personally before they were moved into the castle.

Apparently that still hadn't been enough to keep away death.

"Your majesty," the doctor sighed, stepping back to adjust the ridiculous bird-like mask on his face, Shadow very much doubting that whatever he had fallen ill with necessitating such a measure, "I am afraid that the fever has only gotten worse since you fell in the dining hall."

Shadow groaned and rubbed a hand over his sweat dampened face, staring up at the canopy of his bed with disdain. "Leave me," he sighed, waving a hand through the air, "Send everyone away." He paused, huffing out another breath after a moment, "But send in the jester. If I am to perish, I would at least like to be entertained as I leave this world."

"As you wish, your highness," the doctor said with a bow, quickly exiting the room. It took barely a minute before a light tinkling sound announced the arrival of the court jester. With how volatile the court knew Shadow's temper could sometimes be, the clown was never far from his side, ready with a joke or prat fall at a moments notice.

"Good evening, your majesty," the jester said with a low bow, tapping the heels of his belled shoes together, "How may I be of service to you on this fine night?"

"I cannot find anything 'fine' about falling to some mysterious illness that even my finest doctor is unable to figure out," Shadow growled out, rolling his head against his pillow to glare at Sonic. "You're here to amuse me before I die."

"Die?" Sonic snorted quietly, the bells of his hat jingling as he stepped towards the bed, "I should think our most glorious and righteous king would not be so pessimistic."

"You were there, when I fell," Shadow sighed, pushing his blankets down to his waist to try and rid himself of some of the heat building under his fur, "The doctor does not know what ails me so."

"Oh," Sonic hummed, mischievous little smile on his face as he bounced on his toes, "Perhaps the doctor does not, but I am most certain that the king has not taken to deathly illness."

Shadow scowled, frowning at the other. "What do you know, clown? Speak!"

"Perhaps one ought to look more closely at the new royal food taster, hmm? Someone hired a bit too hastily, without the kings usual aplomb for detail. A quick bit of slight of hand has prevented my king from finding his death in his dinner." Sonic twirled in place, before brandishing a tiny vile towards his king, grin on his face as he set it on the nightstand. Shadow grunted as he pushed himself up to pick up the tiny bottle, blanching as he found 'Arsenic' scrawled across the apothecary paper affixed it it. "The bottle going missing would have been entirely too suspicious," the jester explained, settling himself on the foot of the king's bed, "so I thought that perhaps my grumpy king might do well with some extra ginseng and peppers in his supper. It boosts the immune system...and the libido."

"So this heat is just...?!"

"You just need a tender touch, my king," Sonic chuckled, drawing his fingers over the blankets near Shadow's foot, "perhaps I could volunteer my own?"

Shadow snarled quietly under his breath but beckoned him closer after setting the little bottle back on his nightstand. "Tomorrow there will be an execution," he grunted as Sonic crawled onto the bed with a predatory little smirk on his face, though the sparkly, noisy outfit he wore made it more an amusing than arousing sight, "You best please me well, jester. Lest there be two, instead."

"Oh, my lord," Sonic cooed, drawing the blankets from Shadow's body entirely, the kings toes curling as they were exposed to the cool air, "I will make you sing like a song bird."

"You're lucky you're pleasing to the eye, clown," Shadow grumbled as Sonic slid his hands up his thighs, pushing his night shirt up around his stomach, "Others would not keep their tongue for speaking to me as such."

Sonic simply tittered out a laugh at the threat, shifting to lay on his stomach between the kings thighs, his feet kicked into the air so the bells on his shoes softly chimed each time he moved. "Oh, my good king," he sighed, resting his cheek against Shadow's thigh, his breath ghosting across the other's pouch, "If you were to remove my tongue, it would be one less way for me to please you. Do you not wish to hear my jokes any longer?"

"I wish for you to put your tongue to use in other places," Shadow growled out, reaching down to tug at the jesters hat, scowling at the litany of little bells that sounded as he did so. "Take off that stupid hat before you begin."

"So demanding," Sonic teased, but did as he was asked, untying his hat and tossing it aside, smirk firmly in place as he turned his attention back to Shadow following the noise of his hat hitting the floor. "Better?"

"Much. Now, fix the mess you made," Shadow commanded, lifting his hips with a snarl.

"Oh, I have yet to make a mess, my lord," Sonic chuckled, but did as he was told, scooting forward to tease his tongue over the slit of Shadow's pouch, a pleased little hum leaving him as it swelled under his touch. "How receptive!"

"You're insufferable," Shadow grumbled, digging a hand into Sonic's quills, "Petulant little clown."

"Ah, but I am your petulant little clown," Sonic chirped, petting his fingers over Shadow's pouch to coax out his cock, "And his majesty certainly wouldn't want it any other way, now would he?"

Shadow hissed out a breath as the jester stroked at his length, tugging insistently at blue quills with one hand, while the other tore into the bedding. "Fill your mouth and cease your mockery," he growled out, spreading his legs to make more room for the other to move.

"As my king wishes," Sonic hummed, sticking his tongue out at the other cheekily, before opening his mouth and swallowing Shadow's length down. He purred in delight around it, pressing down until it hit the back of his throat, while Shadow groaned and tossed his head back. The heat under his fur simmered hot enough to make him feel as though a fire was engulfing his body, starting where his cock was buried in his jesters throat.

Sonic worked over his kings shaft diligently, bobbing his head and delighting in every grunt and moan he managed to pull from the usually dour ruler. Smug satisfaction curled in his stomach as mere minutes into his act of fellatio he found his quills being yanked as his throat flooding with cum, his king letting out a harsh gasp of air as his hips lifted from the bed, while Sonic eagerly gulped down his savory treat. He sat back once the hand in his quills loosened, wiping the drool and semen from his face with the sleeve of his tunic. "How does my king feel now? Any cooler?"

Shadow huffed out a breath, stars dancing in his eyes as he stared up at the canopy of his bed, expecting the heat under his fur to have dissipated. Unfortunately, it seemed to yet be satisfied or extinguished. "No," he grunted, tossing an arm over his face with a put upon sigh, "How much was put into my food?"

Sonic bit his lip as he sat back and idly stroked at his dick, which had easily become interested in the activities at hand while his mouth had been busy. "It is difficult to say, my lord," he shrugged as a lecherous idea came to his mind, quick to give his eager cock a squeeze as it twitched against his palm, "I only switched the vials. Perhaps my king would like to be...entertained again?"

"Do what you think will rid my body of the accursed herbs that were fed to me," Shadow grumbled into his arm. He near immediately regretted his words as eager hands pushed at his thighs to spread them wider, while a cold nose pressed against his balls and hot breath ghosted over his ass. "What are you-?!" he began, only for his words to be choked off by a wanton moan as the jester's tongue swirled over his entrance.

"I only aim to please, your majesty," Sonic chuckled, pressing a lewd kiss to the underside of Shadow's balls, "Try to relax."

"H-how can I relax when you're-!" Shadow arched his hips and mewled as Sonic pressed the tip of his tongue forward, just barely breaching him, "Doing that." He dug his claws into the bedding, the muscles of his thighs twitching beneath the hands that held them apart, the wriggling tongue at his entrance pushing deeper. He was certainly no virgin, and he'd read bits of books that described what Sonic was doing, but no one ever had the courage to offer such an experience to the king, let alone act upon it. Not that he would usually ever allow it to happen in the first place. But the sensation was pleasant, and only intensified as the jester slipped a finger in aside his curious tongue.

"You're doing so well, your highness," Sonic praised as he pulled his tongue free, though his finger stayed within the king, gently rocking in and out, "How does that feel?"

"Strange," Shadow muttered, unable to stop his hips from rocking along with Sonic's movements, "But not...terrible." He could feel his cheeks heating when he realized what he was doing, but he could not bring himself to stop.

"I'm happy to hear my lord is enjoying himself," Sonic teased, chuckling as he wiggled his finger, causing the kings hips to jump. "Do you have any oils around? Perhaps for your most glorious of quills?" he asked, tilting his head curiously.

The question seemed odd to Shadow. His mind, sluggish with desire, not quite understanding why Sonic would want quill oil, of all things, but he answered none the less. "There is grapeseed oil on my vanity for my quills," he said with a nod towards the table littered with lotions and potions.

"Perfect," Sonic nearly purred, leaning down to press a kiss to the inside of his kings knee, before sliding off the bed.

"Where do you think you're going?!" Shadow snapped, pushing himself up onto his forearms, scowl on his face.

"Fret not, my needy king," the jester said with a wink tossed over his shoulder, before he began to riffle through the bottles on the vanity, "We just need...this!" Sonic held up the bottle of oil triumphantly, tail wagging happily, before trotting back over, the little bells along the bottom of his tunic jingling all the way. "For, as talented as my liege is, I am quite certain he is not self lubricating."

"What are you planning?" Shadow groused as he flopped back down into his pillow, arching a brow as Sonic carefully dribbled some of the oil over his fingers after climbing back onto the bed.

"Why, this," Sonic hummed, pressing two fingers into the king without warning. He wiggled them and grinned as Shadow's back arched off the bed, something akin to a squeal ripping from his throat at the intrusion.

"Y-you-!" Shadow snapped, pushing himself up and reaching for Sonic angrily, only to shout and fall back onto the bed as the jester's fingers pushed in deeper, hitting something inside him that made him see stars.

"Me?!" Sonic mocked, rocking his fingers into the king, quiet enjoying the view of him squirming beneath him. He carefully pressed in a third digit, snorting quietly when Shadow whined at the extra stretch, before finally pulling them free. He then sat back on his haunches, slicking his cock with the pilfered oil, only offering a grin at the scowl Shadow shot him.

"You are not fucking me like some common harlot," the king growled out, shifting to try and close his legs, though it proved difficult with Sonic still sat between his thighs.

"Oh, of course not, my lord," Sonic hummed, rolling over to lay on the bed next to Shadow, "I know my liege would never wish to be beneath someone of my station." He tilted his head and smirked at the king as he slapped at his thighs in invitation, "All aboard."

Shadow sat up quickly, ignoring the way his dick twitched at the idea of climbing atop the jester. "You can't be serious."

"Well," Sonic twirled one of the ends of his tunic around his finger, the sound of the little bell a mockery to the king, "I do believe his highness still needs to expel the herbs from his system. Unless my lord has a superior idea? Perhaps he would like me to go get the doctor again...?" He sat up as if to leave, only to let out an elated little laugh as he was pushed back down into the bedding.

"You're staying put," Shadow growled out, sitting up and rolling over to throw a leg over the jesters hips.

"Is my liege curious to know how more than fingers would feel stretching him open?" Sonic teased, petting at Shadow's thighs and rutting his hips up to slide the length of his cock against the king's ass.

"Bite your tongue, lest I do it for you," Shadow snapped, lifting his hips away from Sonic's movements.

"Do not make such alluring promises you do not intend to keep," the jester sighed, smirk still curling his lips, "Surely my king is pleased to be on top? Setting the pace, taking his pleasure as he sees fit...?"

"I would much rather be the one fucking you," Shadow grumbled, though he said so while lining the head of the jesters cock up with his entrance. They both moaned as Shadow began to sink down, his hands tangling in the front of Sonic's tunic to keep himself balanced as he took the jester in.

"Ahhh," Sonic sighed, petting his hands over Shadow's thighs as he was engulfed in the tight heat of his king. "Mmm. You say that, but did not hesitate to spear yourself."

"C-call it a lapse of judgement," Shadow bit out, grunting as he settled his hips against Sonic's, the feeling of being full novel and overwhelming. He hiccupped as the jester bounced him in his lap.

"Do you not feel good, though? Now you can use me to sweat out the rest of those pesky herbs."

"I wouldn't need to sweat anything out if you'd just stolen the damn bottle," Shadow snarked, only to yelp and moan as Sonic bounced him again.

"But then we wouldn't get to have such fun," the jester snickered, continuing to bounce Shadow, keeping the king off balance and unable to truly take control of the situation as he'd meant to. "Such a good boy. Look at my king; a true beauty, sitting atop my cock. Do you enjoy this?" His grin spread as Shadow's gaze became unfocused, doing little more than clutching at Sonic's shirt to keep himself upright as the jester fucked up into him. He then rolled them, startling Shadow into letting out an undignified yelp. "Allow me to service my king," he breathed, tucking his hands under Shadows knees and lifting them up to spread the kings legs wide as he began to piston himself into the pliant body below him. "You're so pretty like this."

"Sh-shut up," Shadow managed to choke out, practically folded in half as Sonic plowed into him, a cacophony of sounds spilling from his lips with every push of the other's cock against his insides.

"Never. My king deserves to have ballads sung in praise of the sounds he makes while on his back. He should have paintings immortalize the expression of unadulterated pleasure he has while in the throws of passion," Sonic rambled, panting as the tell tale coil of pleasure curled in his gut, signaling a near end to his fun. "I'm going to cum."

Shadow's eyes grew wide at the admission, his hands scrambling to clutch at Sonic's shoulders. "Not inside-! Don't you dare!"

Sonic ignored the king's demands, slamming his hips forward as he tipped over the edge of his pleasure. He groaned as his cock pulsed warmth into his king, a smug smirk curling his lips as Shadow cried out below him, his own cock spurting streaks of white across his nightshirt. "You see?" Sonic gasped out, "You enjoyed it."

"I hate you," Shadow grumbled, going limp in the jester's hold.

"My king doth let lies stain his tongue," Sonic snickered, leaning down to take the opportunity of Shadow's lax posture to pepper light kisses over his kings face and neck. "Feeling any better?"

"Get off of me."

"I will take that as a yes."

Gingerly, Sonic shifted his hips back, a low moan rumbling form his throat as the head of his cock popped free of his king, followed by a gush of his spend. He hummed in satisfaction as he watched it dribble over the king's tail and onto the bed, his tail wagging happily away behind him at the sight. "Truly, my king, now," he chuckled, rolling over across the bed with a laugh as Shadow swatted at him fruitlessly.

[the-era-of-shadow]

Mission: FOX FRENZY

Written by Aikshlin Rose

Cover Art by Aikshlin Rose

Chapter 3: May The Gods Bring Us A Beach Episode

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS: Mentions of illness

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In not much time at all, the Sky Patrol had made it to the Merop Shore. Certainly thanks in part to Tails’ expert piloting. 

“Alright, everyone! We’re here!” Sally announced, standing in front of the Sky Patrol’s opened door. “Amy, Tsunami, you two get Vanilla awake and ready to leave. Everyone else, file out!”

“Even me?” Tails inquired.

“Yes, you too. Don’t worry kiddo, you’ll get to come back here with all your tech soon enough!” Sally answered teasingly, giving Tails a playful ruffle on the head.

“Hey! ‘Kiddo”?? I’m almost eighteen!” Tails argued light heartedly, being unable to keep themself from giggling in between their words. This made Sally only be more insistent in her ruffling. “I’m only two years younger than you!!” They added.

“Alright, alright. I love messin with the little guy as much as everyone else here, but as you said yourself, we’ve gotta go.” Nicky interjected, rolling into the scene.

“Yeah yeah, I know. I just wanted to have a bit of fun for once.” Sally confessed.

“Can’t blame ya, I know you’ve had quite the time with the logistical side of things.” Nicky replied, rolling in sync with Sally and Tails’ walking towards the exit door.

“You know you can ask for help with all that, right? Especially from me.” Tails told Sally.

“I know that. I’ve already been getting help from Elias and Topaz without me even having to ask.” Sally responded. “But the thing is with you Tails, is that you’re doing that too.”

“Huh?” Tails uttered in surprise.

“You said earlier that you’re gonna file a report to the Mystic Fox Armada, yeah? That already helps me out a ton,” Sally revealed. “So thank you.”

“O-Oh! Of course!” Tails replied, feeling a bit awkward as they now had no idea why Sally’s point had not dawned on them sooner.

It took a few minutes for Amy and Tsunami to come out of the Sky Patrol with Vanilla, but once they did, Sally piped up and stepped out a bit in between the three of them and the other Freedom Fighters, telling everyone to keep their distance.

“We’re looking into getting more, but currently Elias and Agent Topaz have only secured us enough anti-assimilation serums for the Starlight City evacs and Coral and her crew! We can’t risk losing any more of us to those aliens!” She sternly relayed to the others.

“Will Ames be alright, then?” Bunnie asked from within the crowd of Freedom Fighters.

“Yep. As a hybrid, she should be immune to assimilation via exposure.” Tails interjected, answering her question. “Though she could still be made into a full Black Arms by other means - so we still have to look out for her.” They added.

“Of course. I’d make sure she’s safe either way,” Sally testified in earnest.

Watching Amy from afar, Tails saw her approach the sea and quickly be greeted by a man coming up from the water. A shark mobian - according to some conversation between Freedom Fighters that Tails had previously overheard, his name was Razor. The two began to converse - that which Tails could just barely overhear.

“Long time no see, Amy!” Razor cheerfully greeted as he approached the pink hedgehog in question.

“Nice to see ya again, Razor,” Amy responded just as pleasantly. “In order to not get either of us riled up, I’m gonna ignore how much you sounded like Sonic just then,” She added, causing Razor to look a bit annoyed, and causing Tails to laugh.

“Yeah, let’s ignore that, please,” Razor scoffed. Seems like he isn’t a big fan of Sonic. Tails couldn’t help but wonder if it had always been that way, or if Razor had somehow heard of xer more… recent behavior. “So, how many air charms do you guys need?” He then asked, looking up slightly from Amy to look at the rest of the Freedom Fighters.

“Just Vanilla and I for now, but we should come back with more,” Amy answered.

“Wait, ‘for now’? Are any of you guys also going to Meropis?” Tails questioned, looking in Sally’s direction.

“Yeah. Most of us are planning to go check out the city itself. I’m personally hoping to have a meeting with the royals in order to see what they know of that assimilation outbreak that apparently happened back in the 1900s,” Sally rather nonchalantly revealed.

“Really? Why didn’t you bring that up during the meeting earlier?” Tails asked.

“I was going to, but I didn’t really get the chance to since you were so quick to volunteer to stay here,” Sally replied in a bit of a teasing manner. “By the way, do you still wanna do that? I could have you swap out with Rotor if you want - he’s already been to Meropis before, after all,” She added, switching to a more genuine tone.

“Nah, it’s fine. I can stay,” Tails insisted.

“You sure?” 

“Yep. Someone’s gotta keep an eye on the Emerald in there, and with my tech at the ready to defend, I’m the best candidate!” Tails insisted. Besides, they really need to get their parents, as well as the rest of the Mystic Fox Armada, updated on the current situation. Tails had been procrastinating on that front for far too long now.

“Well, if you’re sure, then I won’t stop you,” Sally remarked. “I’ll send you some pics, promise.” 

“I’ll hold you to it, Sal,” Tails teased.

“Now get back onto the Sky Patrol, would ya?” Sally casually instructed. “I heard from Rotor that those ‘Air Charms’ that the Meropis citizens have for us surface dwelling mobians need to be charged - so I wouldn’t want to have Razor and Amy miscount and take too many.”

“Got it!” Tails said as they hurriedly returned to the Sky Patrol.

Despite their hurry to reenter the Sky Patrol, Tails very quickly slowed down once they were back inside and leaned on the nearest window they could find, watching the other Freedom Fighters as they waited for Amy and Razor to return with the rest of the Air Charms. Soon enough, the two did come back, and the Freedom Fighters that were at the beach then were each given an Air Charm, and followed Amy and Razor into the depths of the water. Once all of them had left, Tails left the windowsill, preparing for their own responsibilities ahead of them.

[fanaticsnail]

I watched the Storyteller version of Sapsorrow and knew it sounded familiar! I read "The Magic Fish" by Trung Le Nguyen. It's a graphic novel about a young Vietnamese boy struggling to come out to his friends and parents, particularly because they're immigrants and he feels they might not understand. His mother and him bond over fairy tales and there are three main tales in the novel that are used thematically, the first is Tattercoats (i.e; Sapsorrow), the second is a Vietnamese story Tâm Cám, and the third is the little mermaid. The Tattercoats story is a little different than the Sapsorrow Storyteller version or your version, but the art is beautiful I seriously recommend the book from the art alone (and if not the art, the Vietnamese fairy tale is kind of like Cinderella at the beginning but so interesting and full of plot twists).

I have to thank you for introducing me to Storyteller though, I'm gonna have fun looking at all their other retellings.

Oh my goodness, I know The Magic Fish! I haven't read that one in years!! Thank you for reminding me it exists, sweet snail. I adore it.

Of the Storyteller Series (1988), I have littered some of the plot points in several others.

Remember Me: (Shanks x Bride!Reader), I had "the true bride" in mind. Particularly her apprehension at having her hair touched. In the story in that case, it was a promise to not let another person kiss their cheek - in mine it was a sweep of the hair.

Drawing inspiration from things that impact your heart is so much fun. Makes it all the more real, in my humble opinion.

There are only nine episodes: (All are linked to YouTube for ease)

The Soldier and Death

Fearnot

The Luck Child

A Story Short

Hans My Hedgehog

The Three Ravens

Sapsorrow

The Heartless Giant

The True Bride

I would honestly love to write an OP fic for each of these.

Soldier and Death - Zoro He traps death, now unable to die. He has lived his life to the fullest, but death is the only thing that truly fears him. Reader is the reaper, ordered by Death to not claim him. Fearnot - Luffy He's just a sunshine boy who has never been frightened a day in his life. He wants to experience fear. Just once. The Luck Child - Buggy He is a failing forward king, as the usual. Circumstances demand his death, he continues to thrive. A Story Short - Usopp He has to perform a series of storytelling adventures and present them towards the court for a hundred days. On the hundredth day, he has come up with nothing. What will he do? Hans My Hedgehog - Corazon He will only reveal himself to his wife at night, cursed as a monster within the hours of daylight. She wants to break him of this curse, but has no knowledge to help him. The Three Ravens - Sanji Just imagine Sanji desperately crying out for his love to grace him with the sound of her voice, begging her to say something to aid in her defence - bound to the stake and threatened with death if she does not speak. Ahhhhh. Screaming. Sapsorrow - The one I'm actively working on with Mihawk The Heartless Giant - Doflamingo Speaks for itself, truly. He just is. I could also do this for Sir Crocodile, if I wasn't too busy shipping him with @empressofmankind's Shivs. The True Bride - Already partially did for Shanks. I would love to visit this trope again for him though. Have him be the one with amnesia trope.

Honestly, I would love to do this as a massive moot fairytale collaborative au.

@since-im-already-here - what say you, sis? You reckon I've got the characters and the prompts down for each series?

@gingernut1314, do you know this jim henson series? You want to take a crack at one of them?

@writingmysanity - go on. I know you want to do the Corazon. You so, so want to do the Corazon.

@sordidmusings 👀 c'mon now. Romance, pining. Angst. All that good stuff, dear.

@feral-artistry, you've even already drawn some puppets. You know you want to....

[doodleferp]

BEHOLD, THE PLANT BABIES.

This started out with just giving them twins, but through a series of events I decided to destroy Ari with the baby hammer and give her quadruplets. TLDR; after Vash and Ari got to Kasted City, Vash’s internal sensors let him know that Ari was not only pregnant, but pregnant with FOUR babies. The kiddos were born in February, and the circumstances surrounding how they were gonna be born led Vash to get their own place away from Lina and Sheryl.

I have entire documents of lore and headcanons about Plant-human pregnancies and the stages that hybrids go through thanks to their Plant heritage. If anyone wants to hear about them, I’ll post more about it. But as a quick TLDR, the kids grow twice as fast as normal human children -- after two years of life, they look and act like five year-old kids.

Geo Benjamin Rowhurst (firstborn)

The firstborn of the quartet and the first one to blossom.

Geo has the most energy and the fewest brain cells. He has Vash's boundless energy and the fewest brain cells in the family. Even more than Vash. Geo likes to stick to Vash's side at all times. He was a very "monkey see, monkey do" baby and constantly tried to emulate Vash. He's very sweet, very sunny. If Vash is a golden retriever, Geo is a golden retriever puppy. He wants to be a super cool adventurer like his daddy and that man is his whole world.

Of course, this comes with consequences. Geo's rather naive and socially oblivious through no real fault of anyone's, but it gets him into bad situations. Granted, he's only got the mind of a five year-old. But he always tries to see the best in people regardless of how he's treated.

Leo Reed Rowhurst (second born)

The second-born of the quarter and the third to blossom.

Leo takes a lot after Vash, right down to the hairstyle. His hair is supernaturally spiky — even when it’s wet it’ll retain its shape, almost like hedgehog quills. And somehow, someway, his hair is as soft as feathers. It baffles scientists and his parents.

Personality-wise, he takes the most after Ari. He's not aggressive, but he's very logical and he takes it upon himself to corral his siblings when they're being crazy. He seems to have an innate ability to figure out when something is out of place or about to go wrong. He's a VERY perceptive child.

Fun fact, when he was a little baby, Leo was a sassy little know-it-all who thinks it was possible to eat a wasp despite not having teeth. It was not.

Theo Jonathan Rowhurst (third born)

The third-born son and the last of the quartet to blossom.

Theo blossomed about fifteen days after he was born, which was some cause for alarm because babies blossom after around two weeks, and late blossoms are prone to some physical health problems. Thankfully, Theo was physically healthy, but emotionally he's the more dependent one of the bunch and has difficulty adapting to his environment like his siblings. He essentially has Ari all to himself, so he became a mama’s boy later in life.

Theo's emotionally-sensitive to the point of being designated a Special Snowflake, but his Bad Vibes Detector is the most sharp out of all the siblings. If Theo is genuinely freaking out over a person, that person is not to be trusted under any circumstances.

Maggie Susan Rowhurst (fourth born)

Maggie is the youngest child, but she was the second to blossom.

Maggie is a little fucking escape artist. If you put her in a room and tell her she’s gotta stay in there, she WILL find a way to get out. It doesn’t matter how little access points or guards she has to face. She has been blessed with Vash’s preternatural ability to escape any situation relatively unharmed.

Maggie also love cats. She'll bring stray cats home and nobody knows where she gets them. The only cat she's been unable to catch so far is Kuroneko. He is her Moby Dick and she WILL catch him no matter what. He WILL be given pets and a dish of cat treats whether he likes it or not.

doodleferp, 2023. please do not steal or repost.

[sympathetic-snake]

Crossover?

Also, tell me everything about your AU. All of it. I want the lore...

Hell yeah! I'd love to do a crossover :D

As for the lore: there's a lot of it, and I changed it recently since I got more into the Sonic lore lol, it kinda started as a crack AU that got a little out of hand and now I am pretty passionate about it and draw it in my free time. I'll copy most of this from the Google doc I was keeping basic notes, though I would LOVE to elaborate on anything you want to hear more about- I'll add some art of her that I've made, though fair warning, I did change her design over time.

The most crude and basic timeline/overview is:

Maria gets injected with an experimental cure, later that day gets shot, but shadow isn't actually there to see her die, just get injured. Maria survives due to the black arms dna from shadow used in the experimental sample, though it morphs her into a more black arms esque form and puts her in a coma because of the severity of the injuries and her body trying to restructure itself rather than the intended slow replacement/mutation of her body and immune system.

GUN captures her once they realise they cant kill her, fucks around a little bit, unsure of what exactly to do with her as they don't have the resources or knowledge of those that were on the ARK, and they decide to attempt to research her to find out what the hell was going on with the black arms. It doesn't work all that much. Unable to use her for much of anything, and knowing that letting the kid wake up is probably a bad idea seeing what records they have of Shadow and that the serum was based off of him, they decide to just put her in stasis until they figure something out- she’s in a coma anyway, so what does it matter?

Years pass, this project becoming more and more obscure as different people retire or get promoted, Gun gets a little lax. Who even is this kid? Why should they care so much? It all comes to a head when a power outage takes place (sonic/shadow related or not) and she breaks out. Low staff, outdated security, she basically walks out of the joint in the chaos. They were planning on decommissioning that site soon anyway. It's quietly covered up, with search teams created but made of skeleton crews.

Maria figures out how to look normal- or at least as much as she can- and heads to a city, immediately realizing that she's not in her time anymore. She asks around, and eventually hears news of a hedgehog, though not the right color. Who knows, it's been 50 years, maybe he got a dye job. She follows the rumours until she finds sonic, greeting him before realizing his eyes are wrong and saying "ah, you're not shadow, are you?” Sonic, caught very off guard, confirms but asks why she's looking for him, and that he might be able to help.

Upon explaining herself, sonic abruptly realizes that this is a delicate ass situation and that maybe he needs backup on this. The crew puts all two of their braincells (both owned by tails) together and decide to just call rouge. She answers, realizes what happened, and gas to break the news to them that shadow just took a job and probably won't be contactable for a month or so. So maria just has to chill until then. Anyway, upon his return, shadow or the crew get into trouble, cue Maria wrecking shop in protectiveness (I think she should be just as protective of shadow as he is of her, they literally only had each other and the only reason she didn't start swinging before was the space AIDS). And then they get to have a very fun game of "try not to set Shadow off on a murder spree”.

Post that im not sure, I think she would stay with Shadow + Rouge but she's definitely friends with Sonic's team. Also: possible road trip plot line where she goes out to see the world with Shadow since she never got to before. Additionally: Maria can only look 100% fully human for a certain amount of time before her form shifts to black arms involuntarily, and Amy is the one who finds out and helps her deal with it when she's living with them.

Like I said, those are my most basic notes, and I promise it makes more sense and is phrased better when it's not the cliff notes version, lol. I'd love to find out what your AU is, i would love doing a crossover thing with you if you want to do one with me! I know all the art I showed is traditional, I do have a digital setup as well, I just wasn't planning on showing these to anyone other than the like... One other person I talk to about this AU.

[st0rynight]

The King's Mask

Part 2: Broken Mask The first part TRIGGER WARNING: Graphic Depiction of a Panic Attack

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“Don’t ever do that again!” Tails hugs Sonic tightly, his head buried into Sonic’s chest. The young fox, no older than ten, has his twin tails lowered to the ground and his ears drooping. He does not dare let go of the wounded hero that is seated under a tree, resting against its stem. Tears roll down his cheeks, as all his emotions become too much for Tails. “You could have died! You were too reckless and I couldn’t help,” Tails cries into his chest, wishing for his brother to listen for once to what he says.  

He hated how little he could do while he watched the giant robot of an evil man beat down on the blue hedgehog. Feeling helpless and unable to protect Sonic from the pain inflicted on him, he had just called out his name and never let them get out of his sight. To his relief Sonic won the fight before he could be seriously hurt, but after all of that, he could not help but be angry at how reckless Sonic had been. The moment the speeding hedgehog had sat down, Tails clung onto him and let his tears freely flow down his face onto the chest fur of his brother. Now he feels how Sonic softly pats his head, “I am strong, just as you are smart. So no matter how big the robot or how hard the attacks hit me, I will pull through and return to you. After all, I could never leave you behind.” 

Sonic feels himself start to breathe heavily as he watches Merlina take the blacksmith from him. The one who was dying in his arms moments ago, the one that reminds him of the younger brother he left behind in his world. Tears escape from his eyelets for the first time in years, his hand going to his chest as he feels it going up and down quicker than he ever felt it go before. Sonic could not look away from Miles, as the young fox lays on the ground and stains the grass with his blood. “This is my fault,” he whispers, feeling a sting in his chest and hearing the sparks of chaos in his quills. 

His thoughts go beyond the understanding of the royal hedgehog. Unable to keep up with all that he has been ignoring, with all that has been screaming to get out. His mind reminds him how he left behind his friends to handle Eggman by themselves, how he has ignored the looming danger of the group that calls him a false king and how he, against the advice of his knights, still went to the blacksmith out of sheer selfish desire. His choices are actively putting those in danger that he wishes to protect, either in this world or the other. The promise to his brother made, the one where he said he would never leave him behind, broken. 

Merlina starts her chanting, but Sonic can hear how shallow the breaths of the fox are and how quickly his chest movements slow down. Without realizing it, he puts his own hand against his throat, putting pressure on it. With forceful breaths and a foggy vision, Sonic falls backwards as panic and guilt settles into the hero turned king. None of what is happening here, none of what is happening to those he cares for, is what he wished would happen when he started fighting for freedom in either world. The pressure of being king and the crushing gut feeling of having allowed harm to his friends start to make it hard for Sonic to concentrate. His hand tightly around his own throat as if making his breathing more difficult would calm him, yet he hardly realizes he is doing this and so can not stop.

Though he does not scream out like he wants to, a wave of energy releases from his body as he curls into himself. His free hand holds onto his head and he looks down at his feet, trying to focus and find his calm again. Still, being alone and away from those that gave him the strength to smile through everything makes this an impossible task and so Sonic his breathing only becomes quicker and his hold on his throat and head tighter, almost ripping off a patch of fur on his head as he opens his mouth to scream. No sound comes from him, just a breath being released instead of the scream. After this the sounds around him seem to disappear, he feels both heavier than a mountain and as weightless as a feather at the same time. Feeling like he is being pushed down while floating in an abyss. 

Because of this, he does not hear the knights arrive. Lancelot is the first to arrive, using chaos control to get to the spot he felt the out of control power of his king. He sees king Sonic hunched over himself and tears flowing freely down his cheeks. Surprised at the display of emotion, he does not dare move as his mind goes blank. He never expected to see the energetic and cheerful king cry like this, he feels like he is watching something forbidden. Only once Percival and Gawain get to the garden does Lancelot move. The group of three, all locked in on their king, go to his side and Lancelot kneels down. He notices the quills from king Sonic standing up, a tell tale sign of him feeling unsafe or vulnerable. Then he notices the tight grip the king has on his own throat and immediately takes action. 

Sonic snaps out of his trance when he feels Lancelot’s tight grip on his wrist and he looks up, trying to focus on the face of his knight. “My lord, you should not do this,” Lancelot’s voice is firm with a lingering concern. Sonic does not answer, he just looks down at the hand that has been removed from his throat, finally realizing what he has been doing. Percival is the next one to speak, kneeling down at Sonic’s side, “My king, what has happened?” Her voice is almost motherly, calm and warm. She speaks with the same concern as Lancelot, yet it calms Sonic more than Lancelot had. He does not answer however, he can’t. All he is wishing for right now is to hide his tears behind the carefully crafted mask he wore most of his life. Both as hero and king he never wanted anyone to see the negative emotions that often plague his mind and at times weaken his resolve.

Gawain is the only one who does not speak to the king, instead he looks around for any clues to what might have brought this on. It is then when he sees the blacksmith, Miles, lay on the ground with Merlina using a powerful spell to keep him stable and alive. The amount of red grass alarms Gawain, knowing that this means the fox is near death’s door. He looks back at his king, knowing how close he had grown to the blacksmith, how much the fox means to him. Needing the others to know this, but not wanting to mention the dying fox aloud, he taps Percival on her shoulder and makes her gaze fall upon that of the fox. Once Percival sees the scenery, she too lets Lancelot silently know what is happening behind them. The three knights now understand a bit better why their king is having a breakdown, though Percival believes there is even more behind the sorrow that their king is expressing. 

She looks at Lancelot, “We should move him to his chambers, this is too in the open. A lot of his discomfort must be coming from the fear of others seeing him in this state,” she tells him. Lancelot nods and grabs a hold of his king, helping him stand up a bit and allowing for the blue hedgehog to lean against him. The king’s quills put pressure on Lancelot’s armor, he can feel how it even partly breaks it. He closes his eyes, not being too loud when he chaos controls the both of them away from the garden and into the king’s chambers. Once gone, Percival stands, “Gawain, I need you to go to the blacksmith’s forge and see if there is anything there that can tell us what happened. I will go to the chambers of our king and tend to him with Lancelot.” Gawain nods, he knows this task with the king, one full of dreadful emotions, is something he is not cut out for. Hunting down evil doers however, is one thing he is rather good at. 

Sonic holds Tails close, the amber fur of the fox a mess and his eyes showing exhaustion. Taking a deep breath, Sonic forces a smile on his face and pats the young fox’s head. “You did amazing, I knew you would!” he sounds proud and excited as he speaks, his voice showing no sign of the worry he feels. Tails looks up, smiling a bit. Some blood drips down his chin and he rests his head against Sonic soon after his silent response. Sonic stands, holding his brother bridal style, “You need a bath and I learned a bit of medical care from Ames, so you are getting some treatment too.” He starts running, never getting a response back from Tails himself. His thoughts scream at him as he runs, the wind slow at blowing it all away. The voice tells him that this is his fault, if he had been faster Eggman could have never laid a hand on Tails. If he had told Tails to stay home, that even though he is twelve he is still too young to fight, he would not be harmed right now. 

But Sonic ignores it, he keeps running and keeps a smile on his face, knowing that giving into the despair that these thoughts bring will only burden those around him. He could not become a burden, an emotional wreck, while still having to watch over his brother and Mobius. He could not allow for weakness to break through, for Eggman to know how much these fights can affect him. He knows that if he does allow for it to break through his smile, through the mask that hides his despair, the others can no longer be free to express themselves as easily as they can now. He has promised himself that he would never take that freedom of expression away from those around him, even if it meant for him to lose his own freedom of expression. 

Sonic takes a shaky breath, he can feel the warm hand of someone soft against his shoulder. Their voice is far and even their touch feels like it comes from a distant place. His mind disassociating from what is around him and memories flooding back of times he hid his emotions and when sorrow plagued his thoughts. Only the wind could bring him comfort, only the wind knows his truth, yet now he finds himself unable to move from his spot. The emotions and memories the wind has carried away now return to the blue hedgehog with the same speed they were forced out. “SONIC!” his name is what finally reaches him, opening his eyes and seeing the purple knight close to him. He still can not focus on the details of her face, or allow for her voice to come close, but he is slowly returning to his own body. 

Percival and Lancelot had been calling the king’s name, trying to get his attention as they watched his quills destroy his bed and his breathing becoming once again uncontrolled and fast. Tears streamed down the face of their king as fast as water rushes through a broken dam. Percival is the one who sat onto the bed of their king, ignoring etiquette and calling him by his name without honorifics. This seems to work as the king’s eyes snapped open and slowly started focusing on his knight. She puts her hand on his, her voice calm again and her eyes stand soft, “You are safe, you’re only with your friends.” She speaks to him in a way she would normally not do, but she knows her king might now only react to the words of a friend rather than the words of a knight. 

She can feel him shift a bit, his quills stop digging into the fabric as much as they have. She smiles a bit, glad her words are being heard unlike before. A whimper of their king and a few small words makes their hearts break as a new realization settles into the knights, one they have been denying for a while. “I miss my home,” these four words are so simple and innocent, words that would make any person’s heart break with how they were spoken. King Sonic’s voice is quiet, full of sorrow and fear, longing for a home he has left behind for over a year now. Lancelot looks away, unable to react appropriately to the king’s words, and Percival just puts her hand over that of the king, “We will take you home.” 

Sonic ears twitch, he is not completely aware of what he is saying and what his knight is promising, but whatever it is it is making him feel calm. He looks at the purple blur in front of him, his ears perking up just a bit. A crooked smile on his face, as broken as the mask that hid his emotions for all these years. He could never hide it again from those who watched him, he could no longer return to the cheerful facade. It is terrifying to the blue hedgehog, but feeling the warmth of the knight in front of him those fears are pushed aside. Sonic sits up and hugs the purple blur, closing his eyes exhausted. He feels the knight carefully, and with a bit of uncertainty, put her arms around him. Sonic whispers, “I left them to fight my battles and now I harmed those who I promised to protect in more worlds than my own. I failed my brother, I failed my friends… I failed.” 

The words of the king are filled with exhaustion. Lancelot once again looks towards the king that had been carrying the burdens of their kingdom and apparently of his home. Though he wishes he could tell the blue hedgehog to never leave their side, seeing this exhaustion and burden on his shoulders makes him silent and feel a guilt for keeping the king away from his duties at his home world. Percival feels close to the same emotions, wishing she had watched her king closer, wishing she had been stronger so he would have entrusted more of his burdens to her. Softly patting the back of their king, having had the king comfort them in this way at times as well, Percival whispers, “You are not alone and you have not yet failed. You will only fail once you give up and you have not given up, have you my Lord?”

Sonic is silent, listening to the question he has asked many of the knights before. His ears perk up a bit more, though his exhaustion begs him not to leave the warmth of the hug with the purple cat, his vision returns to him and his tears no longer try to escape. He takes another shaky breath, his voice slowly going back to the way it used to be, “No, never. I am Sonic the Hedgehog.” He feels Percival chuckle and Sonic finally lets go of her, giving her a weak smile. Lancelot folds his arms, feeling relief to see his king calmed down and his eyes standing once again sharp. “I am sorry to have bothered you two, I do not know what exactly came over me,” Sonic chuckles, trying his best to put back on his broken mask. However, his knights do not allow it. Percival puts her hand on his shoulder, holding a firm grip, “We are your knights, we share your burdens of the kingdom. You should not be burdened with them alone and feel forced to stay away from your home. Let us help you, my liege.” 

Lancelot moves closer, not comfortable to come as near as Percival is but wanting to keep his presence known to the king, “We might not have your speed or the blessing of the sacred sword, but we are your knights, we will protect this kingdom with you. So, no longer hide your emotions and your worries from us, my king, and trust us to help you.” Sonic smiles a bit more genuine, hearing the words of his knights while looking like the friends of his home, he feels a warmth return to his chest.

“We are family, Sonic. No matter who you become in the future, no matter how you feel about yourself, I will always love you and be by your side.” Tails says cheerful. 

Sonic closes his eyes and leans back, “Alright, I will try. I make no promises though, I am not one to just start showing emotions,” he says as Tails’ voice silences the others in his mind and peace is brought back to his being. “We will help with that, we learned from the best after all,” Percival says, trying to sound as playful as her king usually does in the hopes to cheer him up even more. Sonic smiles and jumps off of the bed, shaking his quills in place as he takes a deep breath. Only one worry remains, and that is the health of his friend and lookalike of his brother, Miles. “I should check up on Miles, but I promise I will return with an explanation soon,” Sonic says and rushes out of the door, leaving the two knights to their own thoughts and feelings on what had just transpired. 

Sonic finds himself once again in the garden. He looks to the spot where he had left Miles with Merlina, only to be met by the sky blue eyes of the blacksmith. A wave of relief goes through Sonic’s body and he smirks at the sight of his friend alive and awake. “Always said I would take you to the inner palace,” Sonic says as he walks to the fox. Miles looks up, a playful smile hiding the pain he is still in, “You could have just taken me here without all of the other happenings,” he points out in a raspy voice. Sonic smirks, kneeling down by his friend and patting his head, “Where is the fun in that?” For once, Miles does not push Sonic’s hand away and the two look at each other, finding comfort in the presence of one another, “I am glad you pulled through though, Miles.” Sonic's voice is a whisper, but its genuine tone does not fall on deaf ears. Miles takes a moment, but he hugs his friend and the king of his home, “Thank you, for saving me, Sonic.” 

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You can find the main story here. And the first one-shot of the AU here. Master post of the AU can be found here.

Hope you enjoyed!!

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Can I get a treat with hedgehog Curumo (and Aiwendil too, if you like)?🧡

👻Treat👻

We're really in it now, aren't we? @cilil has requested a treat!!!!

It's my honour and pleasure, of course, to supply this!

Here are 920 words of sweetness (and a bit of sad, for spice)

Warnings: there are insects in this story. Also Curumo is a hedgehog...ask Cílil lol

<3

Curumo was literally and figuratively speechless once more—the indignity of being confined to the puny body of a hedgehog was too much to bear for someone as proud as he was, but to be pushed away gently but resolutely from the big, orange treat Aiwendil was attacking enthusiastically with a small, sharp knife was a new, utterly devastating low, nevertheless.

“You’ll be sick, you dummy,” Aiwendil cooed softly and lifted his most beloved into his cupped hand to bring him to the level of his disgustingly indulgent, warm eyes. “And I don’t want you to be unhappy tonight.”

Sniffling expressively to make sure his vexation was noticed, Curumo rolled up with a huff while pointedly facing away from that loving gaze. It was unbearable—this whole ordeal was so humiliating!

“Don’t be like that, love,” Aiwendil pleaded. “I promise that I have not forgotten you.”

Despite being piqued himself, Curumo was nevertheless careful not to hurt Aiwendil’s tender palm with his spiky dismay.

Come to think of it, his present form might have been well-chosen after all, he had to admit—he had ever been a thorny fellow who had inadvertently harmed those who had had his back out of sheer misery and misplaced pride.

Throwing one suspicious look over what had once been his shoulder—his current, laughably round shape did not really allow for such anatomical distinctions anymore—he gave an inquisitive squeak, confident that Aiwendil would go on blabbering merrily even though Curumo was patently unable to answer.

“You’ll see,” Aiwendil chuckled. “Now, would you please let me finish carving the pumpkin without throwing another hissy fit? The sooner I’m done with this, the faster you’ll get your surprise.”

Curumo vaguely remembered that there had been a celebration on this night, but his memories of his previous life were slowly fading—drifting in and out of focus—and he was convinced that this festivity had never been of much importance anyway.

While humming an old song, learned at the feet of Yavanna, The Bountiful, Aiwendil carefully placed Curumo on a richly embroidered cushion and took up his blade again.

A pleasant, companionable silence fell around them as the beautiful, ever-youthful Maia reverentially modified the fruit of his Lady’s labour to take on a more celebratory appearance and his eternal friend dozed in the fragrant heat of their little hut.

Aiwendil went by another name now, and he had taken on the guise of a gnarled, old man, but—just beyond the thin veneer of a skin-deep glamour—he was still overwhelmingly beautiful.

Blinking sleepily, Curumo glimpsed the shimmering emanation of Aiwendil’s very essence—soft, gentle, and boundlessly generous—and his acute dejection subsided.

“There we go,” Aiwendil exclaimed, holding aloft his slightly wonky craft, and beamed at Curumo with the same carefree, earnest joy with which he had won that cold, careful heart many ages ago. “What do you think, darling?”

Drumming his tiny paws against the pillow and wrinkling his snout in a heartfelt but ultimately failed attempt to emulate a genuine smile, Curumo did his best to convey approval and delight.

Of course, he recognised Olórin—meddlesome fool and annoying know-it-all that he was—in the blank spaces Aiwendil had cut out from the firm, plump flesh of the pumpkin.

A strange sense of wicked contentment washed through Curumo’s armoured little body then—he was a hedgehog, and Olórin was a gourd, and as such, they were both beloved by Aiwendil.

How could he truly resent an incarnation that had been inspired by the faithful, unwavering devotion of one so pure and loyal?

Nevertheless, he soon grew impatient—he had seen quite enough of Olórin in his former life, and he had no desire to stare at the old jester for any extended period of time, not even when his likeness was wonkily imprinted on a bulbous squash.

Consequently, he slid off his cushy throne and pretended to go after the accursed holiday decoration with renewed vigour.

“Ah! Don’t be so impatient, friend,” Aiwendil laughed, but he picked up Curumo once more and swiftly carried him to the shed in the garden.

“Here,” he said. “Have at it.”

Sniffing and squeaking faintly in confusion, Curumo thoroughly took in the maze of dry straw and discarded vegetable refuse before turning to Aiwendil, seeking his aid.

“There are delicious worms, beetles, and caterpillars in there,” Aiwendil whispered and gave Curumo’s butt an encouraging pat. “Go ahead! I’ll be right here if you need me.”

Even kneeling on the damp, hard floor, Aiwendil towered over the small labyrinth he had clandestinely built, and Curumo narrowed his beady eyes at him in frustration.

Nevertheless, the thought of juicy treats made his mouth water, and so he carefully started his path, guided by the small sounds of cheering and pride coming from far above the ephemeral walls.

When he finally arrived at the centre, he found a beautiful goblet—akin to the tableware he had once possessed himself—which was filled to the brim with crawling, writhing deliciousness.

“Quite topical,” Aiwendil giggled and, pulling out his own flask from a hidden pocket in his coat, he touched it to Curumo’s chalice.

It was an absurd, profoundly sad, but also undeniably sincere toast to a love that had lasted through ages, spanned continents and worlds, and even defied death and disintegration.

“To us,” the wizened man said to his pet hedgehog. “To all that we are, to all that we seem, and to all that we shall be once more.”

Thank you so very much for another chance to write these 2!

You're the very best!!!!

-> Masterlist for October!

[victory-ocs]

⚕️ HIT HIM AGAIN, ROO

Relief floods her sensors as he opens his eyes, causing her to let out a shaky little exhale she didn't know she was holding. That one had been... Scary, actually. By now, she should know how elastic the hedgehog is, how he bounces back from pretty much everything.

Getting knocked into an active lava zone by a robotic, sharp, ninja-esque cREATURE is not one of those 'everythings'. She'd damn near melted her chassis, having to scramble to grab him the way she had. And he'd been so still, bleeding and hot and he'd been twitching and with the heat messing with her sensors, she'd been unable to get a read on his vitals until they'd moved far, far away.

Her nose scrunches up, almost like she's about to cry, or something, before she huffs loudly, giving the injured one a little shake. Stop scaring her like that! Shit!

"Sonic the Hedgehog you are going to make me greyer than I already am. Do not do that again."

[green-hill-sluts]

If Amy is breaking from just her general friend group wait till she sees Sally after all this time. Her booty is stuff of myth.

"Man the holiday rush is rough, buuuut I can't complain the money is good." Amy sighed after a particularly grueling shift at one of her many jobs. She was run ragged but the heft in her pockets made up for it. "Oof!" She yelped and let out a tiny squeak as she bumped into a rather soft someone...

"Oops! My bad, I- wasn't looking where I was going ms- Woah...." The hedgehog said slack jawed and wide eyed after she apologized. Amy shook her head to make sure she wasnt seeing things, snapping out of her funk just in time to be met with the sight of two colossal "moons" She had bumped into.

*bwoomp bwomp* *jiggle jiggle* the orbs bounced and jostled from the impact with Amy almost plastered over them after bumping straight into them. It was like an air bag made of jello had stopped her in her tracks. Then the owner of the ginormous badonkadonk made herself know turning around quickly and brushing a tuft of hair out of her face. Amy almost couldn't believe her eyes!

"Amy? Is that you?" A familiar voice asked though it was a bit different than what Amy remembered. It was deeper, smoother almost motherly in a weird way that made the hedgehog's cheeks flush. But she'd recognize the face anywhere. It was Sally!

"Holy shit she's huge-" Amy said out loud having to take a few steps back to process what she was seeing. Though it did little to stop the towering mobian from picking her up with ease pulling Amy into a tight hug with a pair of well built arms. Her vision went dark for a bit there with her head wedged between Sally's bosom. When she was released she was gasping for air with her mind lagging behind a bit as she struggled to process her once fellow freedom fighter's obvious growth spurt.

Amy hadn't been listening but Sally had been talking to her the entire time. "Gosh it's been forever hasn't it? Why... last time I saw you you were still wearing bloomers. It's about time we caught up no? I got away from my escorts for the day, it'll be hours before they hunt me down so why don't the two of us have a girls trip? I can take you to the BEST spots, station square isn't my usual hang out but it's got some class!" The princess rambled taking Amy under her arm without a second thought dragging the star struck hedgehog along with each clicking step of her heels.

"Su-sure... Sally..." Amy just barely managed to say unable to keep track of what was real and what was not anymore.

[moondust-writes]

『amy the hedgehog x gn!reader』 desc; winter is here! with the season comes snow, and snow means ice!

"Amy...I'm not so sure this is a good idea..." You called out nervously over the sounds of children and couples joy as the speakers played the familiar tune of 'Jingle Bells', the metal blades sliding across ice as skates guided their wearers over the slippery surface becoming muddled in as white noise. "Come on [name], you'll do great!" Amy spoke up soon after, having paused the action of lacing up your ice skates to take your hands into her gloved ones. A reassuring smile present on her face as.

Still, however, you felt unsure. Had you been aware that telling your girlfriend that you've never been ice skating before would entail her taking you onto a date in the freezing cold, you might have just kept that little secret to yourself - well, until she met your family, at least.

With a squeeze of your intertwined hands, the hedgehog stood on her skates and took up the free space next to you on the bench. "[name]," the way she spoke your name, filled with love and care as your body trembled with anxiety, calmed your senses. "Honey," one of her hands cupped your cheek and guided you to meet her gaze; you couldn't help but lean into the warm, safe, touch. "Are you okay? If you really don't want to do this, I won't make you."

"I'm just - well -" Despite knowing exactly how you felt, putting into words the feelings was always a challenging thing. One wrong word and everything can fall apart and form some kind of problem. Interlocking your fingers of the hand that still held Amy's, you gently squeezed her hand to ground yourself. The last thing you needed was to be unable to speak - being in as big of a place as this already made it hard enough to do that.

With a deep breath, you were finally able to get the words out, albeit much more quietly than you had intended. "I guess I'm just scared. There's so many people here and -" you paused to pull up the hood of your winter coat, a scream of laughter from one of the other occupants being particularly grating on your ears. "It's too much."

You blinked as Amy finished your sentence, her thumb wiping away a tear you didn't even know had fallen. "I'm so sorry, Lovebug, come on, lets get these skates off and we can go do something else if you want. Okay?" A wave of guilt crashed into you at the look in her emerald eyes, and it took everything to not give into the urge to say that you'll deal with it, that you're sorry.

"Amy, I want to do this with you! Maybe just - someplace different?" Your voice quieted at the end, hands having taken to the repetitive action of taking off the ice skates and putting on your shoes for comfort. The near suffocating guilt lifted when you looked back at her, seeing the lifted expression at the fact the date idea wasn't what was too much, that you wanted to spend the time with her doing something you haven't done before - that it was just the place.

"Of course!"