#insecure sonic

[dailysonadowfanfics]

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Title: i feel like I'm losing you

Author: infizero

Website: Ao3

Published: 25.08.2019

Word Count: 1.696 words

Language: English

Suited for minors? Yes

Warnings: No

Smut? No

Finished? Yes

Characters: Sonic the Hedgehog, Shadow the Hedgehog, Honey the Cat

Ships: Sonic/Shadow

Author Tags: Internalized Homophobia, Kinda, Misunderstandings, Implied/Referenced Cheating, neither of them are actually cheating don't worry, these two are dorks and in love, Shopping,,Established Relationship, by gays for gays, i know the title makes it sound all dramatic but this is very light-hearted i swear

Author Summary: While on a date, Shadow notices Sonic acting strangely. Calling him his "friend", shying away from affection... he begins to wonder if the blue hero is really serious about their relationship. And when Shadow learns of a mysterious "girlfriend", he demands answers. Does Sonic really love him? And who is this girlfriend?

My summary: Sonic is acting weird, and Shadow gets insecure and worries if Sonic really loves him.

You can read it here

[underestimated-shadow]

“Fight…with your wish in my heart. Your wish for everyone to have a chance to be happy.”

You have a big heart. It may be difficult for you to express it, but I know that deep down, you really do care.

[carnation-damnation]

Shadow and sonic doing kissy kissy

Kisses as a comfort

[itz-pandora]

Thanks Anon, Shadamy is now something that happens in the misc AU, albeit brief.

[kittydoremi]

So I made another Sonic au...

Not sure what to call this one yet, So I'll call it Cursed Sonic for now.

So pretty much in this, Sonic is cursed to transform into a giant hedgehog at night. Kinda like the werehog, but instead of a werehog, he's a giant.

At night his quills turn slightly darker with a slighty purple hue, he gets light purple highlights, and his eyes glow purple sometimes.

Sonic tries to hide his curse from everyone else, not wanting them to know. He's self cautious and he doesn't want to risk hurting them. He thinks he'll able to solve this problem on his own.

The only other person that knows (at least at first) is Shadow, and that's only because he found out on accident.

[theiblistrigger]

“a family is just people who care about each other more than anyone else, right?”

“right…”

“you’re it!”

casually posting clip from adventures of sonic the hedgehog that makes me cry every time. i love the way 90s cartoons depict found family so much. so unafraid to say yeah they’re brothers! and so outright affectionate too. beautiful message :(

[gikijet]

Height preferences for sonic boys

[noeggets]

i wanted to draw them interacting in casual clothes, blaze would be one of those people who question what everyone is doing while also doing it too

this action doesn't mean anything at least not anything i know i just drew a random pose

[guardian-of-da-gay]

The Caravan

Read on Ao3

For Whumptober 2024 Prompt 12: Starvation

tw for starvation, betrayal, non-consensual drug use, trafficking

Knuckles had been a small child when he left his village for the last time.  In his young mind the best thing to do was bring as much of his people’s food stores with him as he could carry.  Even then, he had a superior strength so this was quite a lot.  Unfortunately, his arms were small.  Eventually he had to pare down.  But then he had the reverse problem.  He’d left behind too much.  Luckily foraging had been one of his chores since he could walk and he had some practice with hunting.  Unluckily, he did not have practice providing entirely for himself.  He hadn’t realized how much he relied on his tribe until he lost them.

The less he ate, the more his strength waned.  His hunting suffered and then his foraging too.  Weak arms wouldn’t pull him through the trees.  Tired eyes missed shoots on the ground.  Occasionally he’d turn over a log and find a mouthful of insects.  But it wasn’t enough.

Soon he could feel the shape of his bones under his fur.  He had to stop often to rest.  He tried to be brave and push through, but his legs would start to shake.  More than once they fell out from under him.  He tried to eat some unfamiliar berries once and spent the next two days curled under a bush unable to move for the pain in his belly.

He feared he would die before finding the Master Emerald.

Then he found the caravan.

His tribe had warned him against outsiders.  They would lie to you, throw you in a cage, and sell you.  Knuckles trusted his people, so he did not trust outsiders.  Instead of revealing himself to the caravan, he stole from their food scraps.

It was mostly vegetable peels, but it was more than he’d had in days.  He gorged on the whole pail and was delighted to find a few stray bones at the bottom.  He was sucking the last tiny morsels of meat off of one when he was caught.

He tried to get away.  He got sick instead.

When the strangers grabbed him, he thought for sure that he would be lied to, thrown in a cage, and sold.

They gave him more food instead.  And a place by their campfire.  They tried speaking to him, but he didn’t know the language.  They spoke among each other while the one who had found him ladled warm broth into a bowl.  She gave him a little and watched him close.  When he was not sick again, she gave him a little more.

Eventually, she decided he had had enough and led him into one of their wagons.  It rained that night, but Knuckles slept soundly on the floor, a roof over his head for the first time since he left his home.

Knuckles stayed with them for many days.  Everytime he thought he should leave he would be offered more food and the memory of clawing hunger would keep him there.  It was fine, he rationalized.  He wasn’t giving up on his search for the Master Emerald.  When they came to a village where he might find more information about the Emerald or Longclaw’s apprentice’s whereabouts, then he would leave.

His temporary tribe was strange to him.  One day he would know them as ‘possums’, but at the time he only knew that they weren’t echidnas.  They had no quills or spurs.  Their tails were long and naked.  And they had large, fleshy appendages on their heads that he eventually learned were ears.

While their appearances were strange, much of their lives were not.  Their days were filled with travel and work, gathering food and supplies.  The men whittled and hunted and the women weaved and cooked.  The children did chores and were just obedient enough to avoid trouble.  At night they would all eat together and sing songs or tell stories that Knuckles did not understand.

The similarities between the possums and his people was both a comfort and a source of pain.  Being around caravan made him realize how starved he was for a tribe.  He used his strength to help the men and beamed under their praising tones.  He joined the games of the other children.  He didn’t speak their language, but chasing and hiding and digging and building forts from sticks required no words.

Every morning he spent with the women, under the tutelage of the possum woman who had found him.  She brought him along to help her with chores.  He was the only child eager to work.  It was familiar.  He’d helped with chores in his old tribe.  And it gave him a chance to learn things.

Knuckles was especially hungry to learn about what wild foods he could eat.  He would go foraging with his mentor and always took care to note what was edible and where such things could be found.  He was determined to never again let himself get in the state he had been in when he first arrived at the caravan.

It wasn’t just foraging that Knuckles learned about.  As they worked, he devoured as much of the language as he could.  He learned ‘yes’ and ‘no’, ‘breakfast’, ‘lunch’, and ‘dinner’.  The possum woman would poke his bony sides and he came to understand ‘too skinny’ and ‘eat more’.  Come here.  Go there.  Pick this up, carry that, set it down, hand it to me.  Line them up.  Like this.  Good.  Let’s eat!

In the early days with the caravan, the possum woman managed his food.  First he was offered broth, then smashed fruits, then whole, soft foods.  She limited him often at first, but he quickly learned that no matter what his stomach thought, if he gorged himself, he would be sick.  With her guidance, he was gradually able to return to eating normally.  Maybe even more than that.

Knuckles’ belly was always full and he was proud each time he heard the tribe speak a word and knew it.  Some words he didn’t know but heard often.  Something was ‘close’.  They were getting ‘closer’.  He didn’t know what it meant, but he knew the caravan was passing more and more strangers.  Knuckles learned there were lots of different kinds of not-echidna people.

One night it seemed there were more strangers on the road than ever.  There were even other caravans.  They all set up their own camps.  The pack of children he’d joined all wanted to explore and see the other non-echidnas.  But his companion drew him away and out of sight.  He didn’t understand why, but he trusted her.  She had proven that she knew what was best. She was kind and she fed him.

That night she gave him a hearty soup.  Unlike that first night, he was allowed as much as he wanted.  With his belly so full and warm, Knuckles nodded off right there at the fire.

He woke in a cage.

He was in a village of some sort, but not like the one he came from.  Wooden buildings towered around them on all sides.  He was surrounded by cages full of wild creatures that brayed and squawked and clucked.  The smell of their waste was one of many overwhelming odors to fill the air and their noise was only matched by the sounds of the people.  

There were so many of them.  Some hurried about carrying boxes and baskets full of fruits or fabrics.  Others wandered down the rows of cages, talking and laughing and yelling, eating food as they went and pointing out the creatures around them.  They pointed at him the most.

His friend stood beside his cage.  She reached between the bars and pinched his side where his ribs used to show.  Knuckles was too shocked and confused to do anything.  She looked up at a stranger who stood over Knuckles.  The stranger walked around the cage and stared at him.  He nodded and dug in his clothes.  A second, larger stranger knelt and picked Knuckles up, cage and all.

Knuckles looked around wildly as he was carried away.  The stranger counted gold disks into his friend’s hand.  It was then he realized: He had been lied to.  Thrown in a cage.  Sold.

That was the first time he was betrayed.

[0vergrowngraveyard]

questions about the villain au-

What kind of crimes do they commit?

Do they have any bonding moments?

1. they’re mostly criminals for hire who specialize in theft (and property damage) but if you pay them enough they’ll probably kill someone for you

it is like a 50/50 chance if you’ll actually get the item you asked them to steal for you. they might just give you a fake, especially if you’re asking them to steal a chaos emerald or something

they’ll also mess with the restoration (stealing supplies, jamming signals, etc.) and will work with whoever is trying to take over mobius that week for the right price (including eggman)

2. oh yeah of course. they’re still best friends and brothers, it’s just a little complicated. a lot of their bonding moments happen when in the act of committing a crime, it’s when their alone is when things get a little shaky

[dailysonadowfanfics]

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Title: I'll always remain by your side. remember that.

Author: inizero

Website: Ao3

Published: 03.11.2019

Word Count: 1.386 words

Language: English

Suited for minors? Yes

Warnings: past homophobia (in the 50s)

Smut? No

Finished? Yes

Characters: Sonic the Hedgehog, Shadow the Hedgehog, Rouge the Bat, Maria Robotnik

Ships: Sonic/Shadow

Author Tags: Internalized Homophobia, Period-Typical Homophobia, (for the 1950s when shadow was made), Coming Out, Texting, shadow is physically and mentally 15!! please remember that!!!, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Suicidal Thoughts, Found Family, shadow is implied to have suicidal tendencies, Getting Outed, rouge didn't realize what she was getting into when she took shadow's phone, rouge is bi, she's also shadow's big sister!, please don't read this if you ship them. this is not for you, by gays for gays, Platonic Female/Male Relationships, Implied/Referenced Abuse

Author Summary: rouge finds out about shadow's darkest secret

My summary: Rouge finds out that Shadow and Sonic were texting and Shadow panics.

You can read it here

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

Okay, but like

As someone who personally disliked the fandom characterization of Mangey as a child who is basically a wild animal

Which of course meant that (even though this standard was not applied to other equally feral boscage maze characters) if you even dared to have ships involving Mangey it was considered "beastiality"

Season 3 was so vindicating for me. Like as someone who always characterized him as selectively mute/largely nonverbal and with less palatable autism, it was so great to see the proof in the pudding that he is just as capable of being more than just the group dog thought like any other mobian and the hilarity of him being surprisingly adept with technology. Like god those few Sails/Mangey interactions were so so good

[perenlop]

watching a video about how ruthless 2010s youtube culture was to sonic and the point about the official twitter even getting in on the sonic hate reminded me of the time they got arin hansen (or one of the game grumps anyways) to write a song for the youtube channel about how much big the cat sucked

[akkivee]

she asks you for your credit card number, do you give it to her??

[hyper-cryptic]

Anyways, I did have these two saved thankfully!

Heart Of Chaos AU is about Sonic (Spikes) being the reincarnation of The Master Emerald thanks to Tikal's wish for peace. He is filled to the brim with Chaos Energy and, if in enough distress, that chaos energy can be corrupted and trigger his Dark Form, which can cause a big ass doomsday since he is directly linked to the Chaos Emeralds and will corrupt them as well.

So...imagine if radioactive energy just started to kill everything living...Not ideal.

But yes! that's the synopsis of Heart of Chaos. :]

[neurotypical-sonic]

amy 🤝 tails

disordered eating