#carriepika

[vinjaryou]

protection

It was difficult to hide it from him at times, never mind making sure he didn’t confuse it with their bed, as it consisted mainly of furs itself. But by keeping it folded and near his unspoken side of the tent, Prize was able to work slowly yet carefully on his gift for his partner.

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As he sat near the fire, the cloak laid across his lap, the wolf pelt nearby, the lithe hedgehog pulled the needle through the thick cloth he’d chosen, a soft grunt when it finally pushed through the opposite side. Ears were perked, listening for the footfalls of Barbarian’s horse, but he had a feeling he would have plenty of time to finish. There was only the hood left to line, as he had finished sewing the main body of the cloak earlier that week.

A soft smile pulled at the corners of his lips when he recalled asking Barbarian to keep the wolf’s pelt several weeks earlier; the warrior had glanced at him curiously but nodded once, setting it aside from the rest of the items he had planned to barter with at the nearby town. He hadn’t asked about it either, which had both pleased and confused Prize – wouldn’t he wonder why the smaller one would want a wolfskin, when they already had plenty of furs to warm them in their bed?

“…then again, he usually only speaks when he needs to,” Prize murmured to himself, laying the pelt along the edge of the cloak hood. A soft head tilt, eyes narrowing slightly to line the fabric and fur up just right, a faint shiver when the breeze picked up; he turned the cloak just enough to let the interior warm his legs, as that was where the majority of the pelt had gone.

The snap of an errant pine knot in the fire startled Prize, causing him to jump a bit from his seat as he glared at the flames before him; as if shrinking back, they softened, and he smiled to himself, once again taking needle to cloth and fur to sew anew.

The second part of his gift had been completed much earlier, and was now laid within a small box inside the tent, on his partner’s side of their bed.

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“Thirty pieces, and not a coin more.”

Arching a brow, Barbarian folded his arms across his chest, waiting for the merchant’s verdict. Scarred ice-blue eyes regarded dark amber, both unblinking.

The warthog snorted. “Twenty-seven.”

“Thirty. It’s worth more’n that, an’ you damn well know it. ‘m givin’ you a bargain.” A notched ear twitched, the other still, as he tilted his head. “Well?”

The merchant’s eyes narrowed in thought… and then he sighed. “Thirty it is. I don’t know why you’re so damn insistent on this, but very well.” He reached into his pouch, grumbling under his breath as Barbarian watched closely, counting the gold pieces as they were set on the counter. Not that this man had cheated him before, but there was always a first time… and lately, the merchants had become stingier when dealing with outsiders and vagabonds.

It most likely had to do with the numerous WANTED posters around town, as both the Church and Sheriff were still on the lookout for a fugitive hedgehog. Whispers around the neighboring towns were that the fugitive was a witch, yet no one had seen him since he ran out of a tavern three villages over. There were the few who wondered – to themselves, of course – if maybe some of the seers and mystics were helping to conceal him, and that was why they were still allowed to barter within markets, yet always the first to be searched when the deputies would come around. But if they were, they were doing a good job of it, as the runaway had yet to be found.

With the final gold piece set on the counter, Barbarian swept them all into his own leather pouch, tying it to his sword’s scabbard, and nodded. The gesture was returned, the warthog waving him away when he spied a lady looking over a display of silver necklaces, and Barbarian shook his head, walking back to his horse. It was still tied to a nearby post, nibbling at its shoulder, though it turned back when it heard the soft jingle of Barbarian’s monies.

“Jus’ one more thing, an’ then we’ll be done, I promise,” he murmured, reaching up to rub the beast’s stripe. A chuckle when the horse whuffed, tossing its mane, and he scritched behind an ear. “One more place I gotta look at, an’ if it’s not here, then we’re headin’ back.”

Sighing, the horse pawed the earth, then nudged its master’s shoulder impatiently; a final rub of its nose, and then Barbarian turned back toward the market, heading for one last stall. It was a familiar one, that had stood in the same spot the last time he had been in town, but he’d only had a short time to look over its wares before, needing to leave just as he’d spied what he had come for.

He paused before the stall, the woman inside glancing up warily, dark hair partially hidden underneath a navy and silver bandanna. “Evenin’…” a slow smile crossed her lips, meeting those icy eyes with a sheen of recognition. “…yer back for it, aintcha?” she asked, a hitched laugh when Barbarian gave her a crooked smile in return. “I saw th’ way you was lookin’ at it b’fore an’ well… jus’ give me a moment, lad.”

Ducking beneath the counter, Barbarian tossed his head back as he waited for the mink to return. “I had a feelin’ you’d be back, an’ wouldn’t ya know it, I managed t’ keep hold of th’ very one you was eyein’. It called t’ you, yes it did…” standing back up, the woman set the box down on the counter, glancing up at Barbarian with a knowing smile.

“Yer sure?”

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Hands hovered over the cloak, now laid over Prize’s knees, a sigil glowing softly over the cloth. His lips moved, though his voice was a mere whisper, ears relaxed. The fire still burned before him in the pit, though the flames had taken on a curious lavender shade, as did the glowing sigil and the hedgehog’s hands.

“…so shall it be…” his voice trailed off, eyes opening slowly; the soft lavender glow within them dissipated seconds later, along with the hue of the sigil and his hands. Before him, the warm red tones of the flames returned, and Prize smiled, stroking the cloak tenderly. He had carved the same protective sigil on the second part of his partner’s gift, and now the cloak was blessed as well.

Rising to his feet, Prize hauled the cloak up, tossing it over his shoulders as he walked back to the tent, half-wearing it; due to the size of it however, it looked more as if the smaller hedgehog had chosen to wear one of their bedfurs outside.

Brushing the tent flap aside, he laid the cloak atop their bed, the box next to the hood. A step back to let him gaze over the presentation, and he nodded to himself, the soft smile still on his lips.

It wavered slightly when he heard a familiar whinny outside, hoofbeats thundering closer; startled, Prize darted to the tent flap, peeking outside carefully. Ears that had lowered in fear now relaxed and rose up when he spotted Barbarian and his horse a short distance away, the muscular hedgehog slowing the horse down to a brisk trot. He closed his eyes with a sigh of relief as he pushed the flap aside to walk back out, the smile strengthened again. A hand ran through lengthy quills to try and steady himself, walking past the fire pit to greet horse and rider as they arrived.

He took note of the quick shiver of Barbarian’s shoulders as he held a hand out, rubbing the horse’s nose as it stopped beside the fire. Warm breath against his palm as the horse nuzzled his hand, the reins made a soft jingle as they were dropped, Barbarian dismounting with a soft grunt.

“No one was around. I wasn’t seen,” Prize replied to Barbarian’s unspoken question, walking over to bring the horse’s reins over its head. Another ruffle of its forelock as he walked it over to its makeshift stall beside the tent, he glanced at his partner as he strode toward their home. “Did you fare well at the market?”

“…I did.” His voice was softer than usual, and Prize tilted his head slightly, a brow arched. “That damned Parminder tried screwin’ me out of m’ furs’ worth, but I didn’ give ‘im an inch… an’ th’ fox meat sold fer double what I was expectin’, so we’re set fer a while…” Unbuckling his sword from his hip, Barbarian set it just inside the tent flap, the jingle of his leather pouch louder than usual. “Still got extra left over after supplies, so I uh…”

Nodding as he listened and untacked the horse, Prize glanced up at Barbarian’s pause, setting the saddle against the tent wall. “You… ?” he trailed off when he saw the box Barbarian held in his hands, blinking quickly. Eyes darted between it and his partner, his cheeks warming when he noticed the slight tinge in the warrior’s face, the faint droop of his notched ear.

A nod toward the tent; they were going inside.

The bridle was hung up, and once the horse had been pet once more, its attentions now turned to its filled food bucket, Prize walked over to Barbarian, heart beating quicker in his chest as the flap was held open, the burly hedgehog waiting for him to walk inside first. A glance toward the fire; Barbarian shook his head. “It’ll burn itself out.”

Swallowing a wave of nerves, Prize strode past Barbarian, into their tent. He had been planning to give him the gifts later that night, but… a low cough startled him out of his thoughts, Prize yelping as he whirled on his heel. The tent flap fell closed behind Barbarian as he chuckled at his partner’s startle, licking his lips. “…this’s fer you.”

The box was held out.

Heart throbbing, Prize looked between the box and Barbarian, taking it carefully from his hands. Fingers brushed against hard, calloused skin and fur, sending a slight tingle through him, and he gazed up nervously. “Are… are you sure?” he asked, inwardly cursing himself even as Barbarian nodded, raking a hand through thick, lengthy quills. A low sigh as he turned his attentions to the box; it had some weight to it, decorated with intricate carvings itself that as he looked further, noticed that he recognized some of the symbols engraved in it.

Another quick glance up – Barbarian was watching closely, a hand idly fidgeting with the waistline of his kilt – and Prize opened it carefully, eyes widening as he gasped. “You… you didn’t…”

Barbarian nodded. “Been lookin’ at it fer some time now, an’ when I went int’ town, she was there again. Still had it, said she could tell I was eyein’ it, an’ so…” walking up slowly, Barbarian held the box himself so that Prize could take the dagger out, holding it gingerly in his hands. The handle was polished to a near-black hue, the blade with a slight curve, and when Prize held it up to the light, he could see the sigils engraved in the steel. Sigils he knew, from a past and peoples nearly forgotten.

Protection sigils.

Blinking back tears, Prize gazed up at Barbarian as he lowered the weapon, biting at his lower lip to keep it from trembling. “Thank you – I’ll treasure it always,” he whispered, a finger running delicately along the sharpened blade.

A hand rested atop his, thumb lightly stroking his own. “In th’ case that somethin’ happens t’ you, an’ I’m not nearby,” he murmured. “Th’ sigils ensure protection from th’ gods, so they’ll watch over you, too.”

Warmth against his ear; lips, breath. A faint noise when Barbarian pulled back, gazing down at Prize.

The dagger was set within the box once more, the gift set upon a nearby table, the couple’s gaze still fixed upon each other.

Prize blinked first, licking his lips. “I… I also have something for you.” His voice soft, damning the stammer in it even as Barbarian’s smile remained, and took his partner’s hands in his, leading him to the bed. “I’ve been crafting this over the last several weeks… I hope you like it,” he murmured, motioning toward the bed as he took his hands back to hold the hemline of his tunic.

It was Barbarian’s turn to gaze in awe at his gift; an ear drooped slightly, a tiny red tinge to the tips of both as he reached out, petting along the cloak with a warm smile. “This’s th’ pelt you asked me t’ keep… ?”

He nodded. “The inside and the hood are lined with the pelt; the outside is the thick cloth I bought the last time I was able to go to market with you. And here…” taking Barbarian’s hand, Prize brushed it along the center of the cloak. “A protection sigil from my people, so you will be warm and protected when you wear this.”

A husky chuckle as he traced along the sigil’s lines, his fingers lightly twining with Prize’s as he did so. “…you made this, yerself… fer me…”

“Yes – and there’s this as well.” Reaching up on the bed with his free hand, as he didn’t want to let go of Barbarian’s just yet, Prize handed him a box. “I made this also.” Cheeks flushed as Barbarian chuckled again, and he took his hand back to open the box – though not without giving Prize’s a light squeeze.

The box wasn’t as elaborate as the one Prize’s dagger had come in, as it was one he’d taken from a band of thieves they’d come across while on their travels. It had been just the right size for the necklace within, however. A leather cord held the fang of a wolf in the center, with beads of scarlet, violet, jade, and black on either side of the tooth.

He watched Barbarian’s eyes as he looked over the necklace, unaware that he was biting his lip again until his partner cut a glance aside with a raised brow and a tinge of a smirk. “You know how much I like it when you bite yer lip like that~” he purred, grinning when Prize’s cheeks flushed anew… though he didn’t stop biting. “So you made this, too? C’mere an’ tell me what these mean…”

A muscular arm was held out; walking over, Prize sighed when it wrapped around his waist easily, tugging him close, and he found himself nestling close to Barbarian as he fingered the necklace. “Th’ wolf’s fang is from the same wolf as the pelt – a brave, strong, and ferocious warrior. The beads are carved from stones of protection, that I felt capture your essence and will keep you safe, both in battle and every day.”

“So we’re protectin’ each other, no matter if we’re t’gether or apart.” His voice was warm, husky. “If I move th’ cloak an’ sit down, will you tie th’ necklace on me?” A low purr when Prize nodded, Barbarian let go of him – after a couple seconds, reluctant to do so – and gathered the cloak in his arms, gazing over it anew before laying it gingerly across a nearby table, beside the box with Prize’s dagger. One more pet along the lining of the cloak, and then Barbarian sat down upon their bed, rolling his neck before reaching back to gather his quills up.

Prize couldn’t help but let his gaze linger over Barbarian as he moved, blinking to snap himself out of it when he glanced over. The smirk on his lips revealed that he knew, and Prize shook his head, climbing onto the furs to kneel behind Barbarian. The necklace was still in the box beside him; taking it carefully in his hands, Prize slipped his arms around Barbarian’s shoulders, laying the pendant against his chest.

“Perfect.”

With quick, deft fingers, the cord was knotted tightly at the back of Barbarian’s neck. A gentle stroke of fingers along his spine, and then Prize nodded, tapping one of Barbarian’s hands. “All done…”

He was back enough to let Barbarian’s quills spill down his back once again; instead of sitting back however, Prize let his arms remain around Barbarian’s shoulders, his head resting against his partner’s own, giving him a gentle nuzzle against his notched ear without a second’s hesitation.

It was the low, husky chuckle that alerted him to what he’d done. Instead of the usual startle and jerk back however, despite the pounding of his heart, he remained where he was, purring softly when he felt Barbarian’s hands stroking along his arms, fingers twining gently with his.

When he felt him shifting, Prize sat up, about to pull away.

Instead, a muscular, scarred arm reached up, fingers sifting into his quills to keep him close as Barbarian turned to him. A tender brush of noses against each other, they leaned in seconds later, lips already parted as they met in a soft kiss, letting it deepen slowly.

Their free hands still held against Barbarian’s chest, tightening as the kiss deepened further.

♥~

[ask-freelance-fighter]

((mod post))

Ya’ll’re in for a treat for this 500 followers thing ;)

[thebluedork]

Do forgive me if I'm wrong but doesn't carriepika have an AU named Tap as well?

Asked her and she says nope. :)

[bryozoans]

I actually started this months ago (as the big project I posted about), before Lucky’s appearance was revealed (because honestly, he was a pair of beautiful floating leather bracers). But when I was smack dab in the middle of the piece, he was revealed, so I stopped working on it. Decided to finish it to get myself out of this art block. I’m glad we can see interaction between Scourgey and Lucky now. I hope you like it @carriepika

[chocomintystars]

Xerza and the Disco brush! 8D

Leave a brush and a character in my ask 

Xerza: But WHY?!

[foxieskullz]

carriepika replied to your post: ‪Yeeaaahhh I’m not accepting that ‘canon’ of Sonic...

I agree! I will forever headcanon Sonic living out near Emerald Beach like he does in Sonic Battle!

AGREED! Sonic can wonder around the world and still have a place to call his own.

[patar-fuifui]

3B with Scourge maybe? =D

i spent a whole 10 minutes trying to figure out what that face was but i tried :’D

[majinshebuus-art-blog]

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY CARRIE! I may not know what Lucky looks like, but I gave it my all and had fun drawing it. I know that isn't his eye color, but since it's my "Sunset Eyes" and I know how much Scourge says his eyes are beautiful, I thought they'd fit for the drawing. While I do have my own personal guess on who he is and what he looks like, I figured I'd put the hood on him because it would hide his face. @carriepika and @askarealscourge

[vinjaryou]

stabby boots

It was a warmer than usual day for this time of year; as such, Scourgey decided to sneak up into Tsun’s room for a little surprise visit. Middle of the week, middle of the day, why not, right?

Grinning as he pulled the living room window open – it was almost never locked after all – the muscular hedgehog boosted himself up onto the sill, already calling out “Hey sweetheart…” when the smell hit him.

The unmistakable scent of blood.

It was heavy in the air, tinged with the minute sweet scent that told him exactly whose it was.

Lips curled back in a low snarl as he swung into the room, boots hitting the carpet with a heavy thud, alerting anyone else who might be in the apartment of his arrival. He had a feeling whoever lived downstairs was also probably cursing at their ceiling right about now, but they could fuck right off.

“Sweetheart.”

His voice was soft, belying its protective, feral undertone. Ice blue eyes scoured the room, his body tense. Couldn’t remember closing the window behind himself and yet knew he had. He wanted to keep whatever bastard had hurt him caged. Wanted to deal with them himself, up real close and personal.

Fingers tensed, claws at the ready, a low growl escaping his lips as he lowered his eyes.

Blood covered the carpeting surrounding the pole. Not surprising, as Tsun loved playing around with it at any time, regardless of it was for work or pleasure. It trailed away, the bloody path leading to his bedroom. Couldn’t sense anyone else around though, where were they?

His voice was just as soft. Pained. “…oh hey, hon…”

“What happened.” A glance toward the bedroom – Tsun was sitting on his bed, back against the headboard, his right calf swathed in white, blood seeping through. Right calf… he knew his sweetheart’s left thigh was scarred… growling again, Scourgey prowled through the living room, searching out the potential attacker. There had been that asshole ex-customer Tsun had told him about before – he had picked him up from work after that, had even Bruce and Lew telling him that it was handled, but if it wasn’t, if that goddamned bastard had found out where Tsun lived…

Tsun sighed, the sound more akin to a hiss, his teeth clenched. “It looks way worse than it really is, I promise…”

He was in the kitchen now. Still couldn’t sense anyone else beside himself and Tsun. Nothing looked out of the ordinary in there, though peering into the living room still revealed the blood-soaked carpeting around the otherwise shining silver pole. “How th’ fuck’re you explainin’ a bloody carpet trail leadin’ to yer bedroom, sweetheart?” he called, the fury in his voice now tinged with concern. “That bastard didn’t find you, did he?”

“No. An’ if he had, I would’ve called you th’ absolute nanosecond I saw him.” That time there was a tiny little hiss, and Scourgey rounded the corner, back into the living room. The smell of blood was still thick, but the only ones in the apartment were himself and his sweetheart. Of this Scourgey was absolutely certain, and he followed the trail into Tsun’s bedroom, biting the inside of his lip now that he could see his lover in his entirety.

The dancer was indeed sitting up against the headboard on his side of their bed, the towel wrapped around his right calf spotted red with the blood seeping through. His face was flushed, ears drooped, and though he flashed Scourgey a tiny little smile, he flinched again, squeezing his leg to try and stem the bleeding; he could see the black creeping into the edges of his lover’s eyes. “I know, it looks really bad…”

“Sweetheart, it looks like a fuckin’ horror movie out there.”

Ears drooped a little more at the violent tone still creeping into Scourgey’s voice, and Tsun shook his head. “Love, please. Deep breaths. I promise, ‘m okay, jus’ feelin’ really stupid, so promise me you won’t laugh.”

Scourgey blinked, taken aback. “Why th’ fuck would I laugh?” he asked softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed beside Tsun. A large, gentle hand was laid on the wrapped calf, atop one of Tsun’s hands, thumb running across his knuckles. Glancing up at Tsun, Scourgey sighed; the darkness was beginning to dissipate. “Jus’ tell me what happened.”

Another shake of his head, Tsun laughed under his breath. “’m tellin’ ya, it’s really dumb.” Peeking up, he met Scourgey’s concerned, confused glance, and shrugged. “I uh… I stuck m’self with one of my boots.”

Silence.

Scourgey blinked; Tsun gave a light, embarrassed giggle. “Told ya it was stupid. I didn’ think they were as sharp as they are, went t’ wrap my legs around th’ pole, and stabbed my calf in real good. Dropped m’self to th’ ground an’ jus’ kinda sat there for a coupla seconds whinin’ to myself, then got up an’ got m’self in here. Grabbed a towel outta th’ bathroom, wrapped it up for now, an’ well… here we are.” Another tiny laugh was soon cut off by another pained flinch, and once the throb subsided, Tsun looked up again. Scourgey was still regarding him in disbelief.

“You… stuck yerself… with yer boots?” Tsun nodded, then motioned toward his closet. Turning to look over, Scourgey saw the pair of half-calf stripper boots, silver spikes running along the back seams; sure enough, the spikes on one boot were bloodied, and he turned back to his sweetheart with a lopsided little smile. “You stuck yerself with yer boots… sweetheart, I was so fuckin’ worried ‘bout ya… thought that…”

He shook his head with another laugh, resting his free hand over Scourgey’s. “I told ya it was stupid, an’ I’m sorry I scared you. Prob’ly shoulda called you after it happened, but it’s still hurtin’, an’ I thought…” he trailed off with a snort and a shrug. “I wasn’t thinkin’, is th’ problem. But yeah. Your sweetheart’s an idiot an’ didn’t think th’ spikes on his shoes would be as sharp as th’ spikes on his collar.”

The tension melting away, Scourgey chuckled, turning his hand over to squeeze Tsun’s own. “They’ve gotta bite to ‘em, hunh?” he teased, smiling when Tsun nodded. “But jeezus, how deep did you get yerself if yer bleedin’ that bad?”

Tsun shrugged. “I didn’t really look that much. Jus’ kicked th’ boots off, wrapped m’ leg, and was waitin’ for th’ pain to go away some b’fore I go wash it off. Didn’t hit too bad where I can’t walk…”

“Good, ‘cause that’s my job~” he teased, winking when Tsun glared up at him, despite a small smile on his lips.

“…but it’s hurtin’ pretty bad.” As if to put a period to the statement, the lithe hedgehog whimpered, the hand on his calf squeezing again. “Should get it cleaned up an’ actually wrapped now, I guess.”

Scourgey shook his head, holding his hand up; tilting his head, Tsun watched as Scourgey first scooted back a bit, and then laid Tsun’s wounded leg in his lap. A glance up at him; when he received a light, if curious nod, Scourgey unwrapped the bloodied towel from around Tsun’s leg, gazing over the injury. Three or four deep puncture wounds, each as large as a spike on his lover’s boots – stabbed himself good, he had. Blood still ran down in tiny rivers down his leg, green fur taking on a rusty tinge, and Scourgey moved up slightly on the bed before lifting Tsun’s leg up, peering at him to make sure he wasn’t hurting him.

He was flexible as hell though, Tsun nodding to show that he was okay, though a cringe revealed just how much his leg still hurt, and Scourgey leaned in, licking along his dancer’s wounds, catching fresh blood on his tongue. Heard a soft little hiss, and smiled, glancing up at Tsun to sneak him a coy little wink before closing his lips over the wounds, sucking as gently as possible.

That was definitely a light shuddery gasp he heard; closing his eyes, Scourgey purred against Tsun’s warm flesh and fur as he drank, feeling fingers stroke through his quills, scratching behind an ear. Stroking tenderly along his leg, Scourgey kissed the wounds before lowering Tsun’s leg back to his lap, still petting it as he met his lover’s shy smile with a tender one of his own.

“Jus’ happened a few minutes ago, hunh~?” he asked, his voice soft, husky; when Tsun nodded, he chuckled, licking his lips, relishing in his taste and his reddened cheeks, and leaned in, nuzzling one of those warm cheeks. “Blood’s still fresh~”

It was murmured against the corner of Tsun’s lips, and then he turned, letting them meet in a tender kiss. Felt fingers slip into his quills, brushing against the back of his neck, as he cradled a cheek in his palm, licking lightly, coaxing his mouth open, deepening their kiss slowly. Sharing his taste.

So glad he was okay. So glad it had just been a silly mistake, that it hadn’t been anything worse.

But really – stabbing himself with his boots? Only Tsun could manage something like that, and Scourgey couldn’t help laughing softly through their kiss at the thought. A shiver when nails tickled along the hidden ink under the sweep of quills, and Scourgey took his tongue back, running it along Tsun’s upper lip before breaking their kiss completely. Tender nuzzles were shared

…and then Scourgey slipped his arms around Tsun, hefting the dancer into his arms, grinning when Tsun yelped in surprise. “Let’s get yer leg washed up an’ wrapped right, an’ then we c’n have dinner delivered here t’night. My treat~”

♥~

[thebluedork]

Top 3 kinks : furries, furries and more furries. (also teeth)

Look I know I asked you to call me out like this but don’t call me out like this.

[bryozoans]

They’re probably waiting for a train or something. (Oops, I finally got around to drawing a decent picture of @carriepika‘s AU Scourge and a Moebius version of Knuckles I came up with months ago. His name is Carpal and all he does is smoke, write, and be a malleable hoodlum. I’ll have to do a more thorough post about him later. I’ve followed and loved the @askarealscourge blog for a quite a while now, and it’s finally nice to be able to share a piece of fanwork for it that I believe is worthy of sharing. I guess I really have progressed through all these years.)

[mpwannabeuncensored]

Another boi who hurts my ovaries.

All Hail The King

[chocomintystars]

A4 with Happeh and Xerza~? 83c

Meme 

Y̞̥̼̭̣̰͞o҉u̙͓ ̳̣̗̣̥̕c̷͇̤h̹̝̥̜̙͉͢e̤͖̳̘̪͡a͏t́e͖r̴̩͓̘̗̮̞!͖̞̦̜͘ 

Anyone who knows me can tell you that I ship these two obsessively. I can’t help it, they’re so cute!

Will they ever become a thing in the webcomic? Who knows? Spoiler: It’s me. I know.

[foxieskullz]

carriepika replied to your post “carriepika replied to your post: I wanna talk...”

Favourite food? Pet peeves? What's he like best about Goldie? Dream vacation? Pets he'd like to have?

Well Blue can eat whatever he wants but he tends to snack on junkfood. Mostly pizza and and a monster drink Omg it would be a ferret! Blue loves ferrets! Blue is a ferret!

[applebyear]

What are some of your favorite sonadow fics? I'm in the need for some😂

Ohoho! I tried not to spend all day on this but there's literally so many I wanted to suggest so fuck it, here we go!

I'm positive everyone looking at this post is smart enough to find the actual fic summaries through the links, so I'm using this space to just share a few thoughts on these bad boys ^^

These fics are SFW, barring the occasional mild suggestiveness. I hope you enjoy them as much as I have ^^

anonymous blue

Trapped in a Box

Touched-starved Shadow fucks me UP. Consider this when you’re in a pre-Sonadow mood. Short and sweet ^^

annuska

Love

Sonadow Week 2019

We never met but can we have a cup of coffee or something?

Sonadow Week 2019 (Twitter)

singularity

Yes I literally put this author’s entire bibliography on this post. I’m in love with their sophistication and intricacy. And they have yearning down to a SCIENCE

BambixRonno

Hold Me Close (To Keep Away The Memories)

This author is one of those beautiful souls who looked at Sega’s mandate of never allowing Sonic to be emotionally vulnerable, and said ‘fuck that noise’. I’m eternally grateful </3

CarriePika

In Memory

Oh what’s that? You came here looking for light and fluffy stuff? Too bad—you’re gonna weep reading this what-if account of Sonic mourning at Shadow’s grave and you’re gonna like it!!

Draenog Glas

Crystal Heart

Corduroy

This author fills a special niche. Wistful, dreamy fairytale-ish AU stuff. Lots of heart and soul in it. Great bedtime stories ^^

Faded_Memoirs

To Every Story

It’s a second-person view story! Very unique. Very engaging ^^

idolatres

My prayers always center on your face

Sonadow Week 2019

I'll make you a believer.

Sonadow Week 2019: PRIDE Edition

This author is crazy excellent at creating wonderful snapshots of Sonadow’s life that make you want more. Dive in and completely forget the ship ain’t canon for a while <3 <3 

InsanePurin

50 Sentences - Sonadow

If anyone looks down on minimalist or experimental works, they just don’t get it. The 50th entry gave me chills

LapseOfReason

Double Vision

Paparazzi

Read the first one when you’re in the mood to feel nothing but ‘whoa’ (seriously, it fucked me up). Read the second one for a good wholesome laugh to recover (seriously, you’ll need it)

Persephone1

Steps to Acceptance

A piece that focuses on Amy and her reaction to Sonadow, without demonising her. Author has my full respect for that!

RosyPumpkin

Home

Just... just so wholesome. Get you a man that loves you the ways Sonic loves Shadow in this one 

shadowofthelamp

Untitled (Chubby Shadow)

Sometimes we love Sonic and Shadow for being epic heroes, and sometimes we want them to just be relatable. Technically not Sonadow but this one has good vibes, I promise

ShimmeringJade

Catch Me if You Can

Quality flirting and teasing over in this one. Author knows what’s up with our boys ;)

Skitzoism

Chained by Love

Hard to Express

This second one was literally the first Sonadow fic I ever read. I can’t argue that it didn’t inspire my lifelong love of this ship at least partially!! This author is very special to me :D

Skyblaze

Losing the Race

Dreams Don't Come True

Knight and Day

Hold On

This author is so goddamn on point with their romance—when they write handholding I scream. When they write kissing?? I explode

sonicbros

Realization

Shadow and the Buddy Buddy Temple

Of Loss and Love

A Gift of Evolution

Kiss Prompts

This author is amazingly versatile, not to mention a sweetheart ;) You want angst, fluff, the drama of reluctant feelings? Step right up!

SuperSonicBoom12

Friends

Another not-actually-Sonadow piece, but hits major beats on why Sonic and Shadow’s relationship is so engaging, very enjoyable ^^

tekina_fiction

this is home

Utterly utterly soft and wholesome. It’s all about the slow falling in love despite differences and the past. Gets to the core of Sonadow’s appeal for me

thag-the-upset

Movies

The Need for Speed

I cannot lie, both of these ones made me cry. The second one isn’t even romantic Sonadow, but the author crafts such a deep dedication and connection between the boys that it doesn’t matter. I dunno how to explain in a way that does justice. Absolute must reads

The Sky Sage

Eyes

Another not-romantic Sonadow (yeah this rec list is a strange one). But this is a beautiful and deserving story, author truly fleshes out how Sonic and Shadow have the utmost respect for each other

thekyuubivixen

Starlit Strawberries

Kissingkissingkissingkissingkissing! I’m sorry, it gets to a point where I black out from gorgeous fluff overload!

VocaSonic

Secret Santa

You don’t have to come back to this one in late December, it’s sweet enough to enjoy now. Indulge :)

[starlitskvaderart]

Art Fight attack on @carriepika!

(I’m bunnikkila on Art Fight too, on Team Sugar!)