#hey look it's amy

[the-music-keeper]

You can call me ... Master.

[ratrrriot]

“Wishes”

little comic based on that one line Sonic might say when it rains in Frontiers. (you know the one).

[bonicexehog]

allow me to be cringe

[seventeendeer]

walk forward through the cold dawn!

sonic frontiers made me feel some kinda way about these friends, so here’s a lil cozy messy thing to celebrate ;w; <3

also turns out koco are way bigger than I drew them here but I didn’t realize until way too late so ehh whatevs. they’re cute in pocket size ..

[jennalouisecolemans]

#offended

[nyatbinary-81]

@vulpixisananimal sifstem art jumpscare!! more specifically i got bored and decided to mess around with sif and mal's outfits.

[secondary-colorentimy]

and THATS on always knowing what kind of artist i wanted to be ‼️🗣

thats on dropping everything about 3 years ago to draw nothing but sonic, thats on making kid me proud, THATS on deciding to draw what makes me happy !!!!

[wormshirt]

The Doctor needs one of those classes they give to expecting/hopeful parents but for humans. Get their ass enrolled in a parenting course. And everytime they get a new companion he has to retake the course.

[twistthesinews-writes]

Listen to this and imagine Grantaire, Enrolras, and Les Amis in general. Come be emotional with me

My death waits like A bible truth At the funeral of my youth Weep loud for that And the passing time

My death waits To allow my friends A few good times before it ends Let's drink to that And the passing time

My death waits in Your arms, your thighs Your cool fingers will close my eyes Let's not talk about The passing time

But whatever is behind the door There is nothing much to do Angel or devil I don't care For in front of that door There is you

[ferdieinceladoncity]

the fucking overlap between fans of fire emblem awakening and the x-files might be relatively minuscule but god if I won't bring my rant I started on twitter over here anyway where I a have slighter larger word count to work with .

anyway. the parallels between MSR and Chrobin. And if I'm forcing parallels it's because they're my favourite fictional relationships and I can find parallels in ANYTHING but hear me out, I swear they're there.

You are Chrom/Mulder. Someone comes into your life who you have *every* reason not to trust. A suspicious amnesiac you find passed out on the ground, swearing they can only remember their own name- a new coworker sent to spy on your activities. But you have a kind heart (and a gang of weirdo friends: there's not MUCH similarity between the lone gunmen and the sheperds, other than that both chrom and mulder attract and tolerate eccentrics quite easily) and you trust this new person. Not only do you trust them you listen to them, they listen to you, you walk through hell together. Your sister dies, either before your story or at the beginning of it: either way, your sister haunts the narrative.

You and this person- robin, scully- you make the conscious decision to love them. You have a child, but circumstances of your job and situation- (the war, EVERYTHING with the x-files) declares you leave the baby behind. In the case of MSR this is a permanent leaving-behind and in the case of Chrobin it's not, but still- as you live your life apart from your child, you find them again, and it's the strangest thing because they're grown up now- and you never got to raise them but here they are, standing in front of you. And they're covered in blood. And they've lived through *hell.*

The child you never got to raise has become a living weapon and they deserved better from you than one sword and a world of troubles.

[quietwingsinthesky]

crucial to this that at first amy still believes the master is like. a hero, if not a good guy, because he did fix The Time Crack in the end and he saves her and all. and he’s doing it for his own ends but she doesn’t know that.

and meanwhile rory is like 😨 ‘hey amy a story about your imaginary friend threatening to eat you when you were a kid is cute as long as he’s not real but i think he might actually eat people’

[sonadowkismesis]

THSIS IS SO CUTE AGAHHAHSHSHSBSHDBSBJDK HELP!!!!!???! HELP!!!!!!! HELP ME!!!!!

[coffeeisfortheresponsible]

Heeeyyy B) (leans against cardboard cut out of drawing)

ALSJAJFHSHHDBWHHEJD FHOLY SHT THAT WAS FAST OMG THIS IS SO GOOD WTFWTFWTF IM IN LOVE WITH THIS

THANK YOU SO MUCH??????? THEY ALL LOOK SO GOOD AJDHHSBD this is all i will be thinking about for the next week

[eggbagelz]

Faith. And all that jazz

[teebsbutyoudontknow]

For this week's Whitney Wednesday, she's wearing something that's sweet sweet she's so sweet!

[mobbothetrue]

Spotify prompt! Knuckles and tails, an 19 :)

Oh hoho! You managed to land FightSong by EVE (<- YouTube link), a song that by all rights shoulda been #2 (<- I refuse to pay Spotify money).

Hmm…. It’s been a while since I’ve done anything with Super Sonic Speed, but I always did intend to write follow-ups…

.•.•.•.

The city is unbelievably loud. They’re in what Sonic had called a shopping district, and it’s apparently very popular. Knuckles would kind of like to go home, a lot, actually, but Tails is flirting from one shop to another and he doesn’t have it in him to shut the kid down. Sonic is somewhere on the periphery of their little group— he and Tails had bonded, thick as thieves, and Knuckles— well, he tolerated the guy.

Tails gasps like he’s seeing the sun rise for the first time, excited enough that he’s lifting off the ground. Knuckles ambles over, grabs him by the ankle, and pulls him back down. He’s looking at some sort of… thing. Knuckles can’t make heads or tails of it, but it’s definitely saying something to Tails.

Hmm. He is, at least, familiar with the idea of shops. Chao liked to set them up, sometimes, selling fruit or handmade crafts for rings, but Knuckles has no idea if their idea of currency and everyone else’s aligns. Would the shopkeep accept a fruit? Most chao did. It isn’t like rings are a problem, so…

Knuckles turns, seeking out Sonic in the crowd. There he is— stiff as anything, glancing frantically back and forth between Knuckles and some other hedgehog, a pink one. One of his friends, maybe? They look irritated, maybe not. Knuckles steps away from Tails, invites himself into their conversation.

“and you just RAN OFF—“ the hedgehog is shouting. Sonic cracks his mouth open, a faint wheeze escaping.

“Hey,” Knuckles says.

“—do you have ANY IDEA how WORRIED I was—“

This looks like a battle Sonic is better off fighting on his own. Still, Knuckles needs his question answered. “Hey,” he repeats, slightly louder.

“—I mean, I knew you were alright because my cards said so, but—“

“Hey Knuckles,” Sonic manages to crack out, “this is Amy.”

Amy tilts her head at him, and then gives him a sharp, discerning once-over. “Are you one of his other friends?” She asks.

“Yeah, sure,” Knuckles says, and then “do rings work as currency down here?”

She blinks at him, as if this is a weird thing to ask. “Yes?” She says.

“Okay,” Knuckles says, nodding, “try not to scare him too bad.”

Any lingering confusion evaporates, and she whirls around to find Sonic trying to sneak away. “AGAIN!” she shouts, full of conviction, and Knuckles makes his way back to where he left Tails. He isn’t pressed up against the glass anymore, so Knuckles steps into the store. Yeah, there he is. Hovering— literally— over the same display.

Knuckles takes a moment to properly observe, rooting around for the terms Tails would use, in an attempt to ensure he gets the right thing. There’s a looping track, and a few other gadgets on the sides. A switch, one of them looks like, and some barricade, and a few blinking lights. On the track itself is a… sideways cylinder, set on wheels, connected to a few boxes, puffing out smoke— or steam, maybe. Tails is absorbed enough in watching it chug along that he doesn’t even realize Knuckles is standing right next to him. Knuckles’ll just have to make sure he comes up for air, occasionally.

He casts about the rest of the store, vaguely lost. There are a lot of displays, and a lot of colourful boxes. Knuckles picks up one, flips it over, and realizes swiftly he is out of his depth. He brings the box over to Tails, handing it to him. Tails holds onto it for a full few seconds, watching with bated breath as the cylinder switches tracks, before he looks down. His fur all along his spine puffs up, and he turns to look at Knuckles so fast he has to wonder if Sonic hasn’t started to rub off on him in more ways than one. That’s the right box, for sure.

“Really?” Tails asks, voice breathy with excitement, and Knuckles ruffles his fur instinctually.

“‘Course.”

Maybe the shopping district isn’t that bad.