#maybe I will idk

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

"Can't Die with Regrets."

SONIC 3 SPOILERS!!!

Based on this post

AO3 version

“If neither of you have the guts to help me, then I’ll do it alone.”

Words that Sonic was regretting. Severely.

It had been nearly an hour since he’d last seen his brothers. In a fit of rage, and grief, and too many negative feelings for him to process, he’d all but stolen the Master Emerald and hunted down Shadow, fully intending to kill him.

Looking back at himself, the way he’d just lost control, he felt ashamed, but he could still remember why he’d done it in the first place. He still could feel the paralyzing fear that had gripped him when he’d found Tom unconscious, completely unresponsive. Fear that had quickly turned into an early kind of grief, reminding him all too much of a night long ago, when he’d found himself alone in an unfamiliar forest at night, crying over the loss of Longclaw.

His first parent.

Things had been fuzzy. He was scared. He was stressed. He was angry.

He had not waited ten painful years for his family, only to have it stripped away from him again. He didn’t know what he would do without them. Without his dad.

“What kind of hero abandons his friends to pursue revenge? Abandons his family?” Shadow’s chilling words still echoed in his mind. He hadn’t had an answer. All he’d been able to feel was rage, and grief, and a spiraling sense of being completely out of control.

And while the fury had subsided as he remembered Tom’s words to him recently, about not letting his pain from losing Longclaw change who he was, the grief had stayed. The fear had stayed. Even as he let go of Shadow, as they sat and talked about their experiences with loss, the pain continued to burn in his chest.

Sonic pushed it to the back of his mind as they both charged up on the Chaos Emeralds and went to stop the giant cannon about to destroy a chunk of Earth. Talking with Shadow had helped him a little, as he reminded them both about how they could deal with their grief and their pain. Finally befriending this edgy other hedgehog had done him well. Fighting alongside him was even its own brand of fun.

But it was hard to not think about his family.

How the last he’d seen his parents, his father was in some kind of coma and being taken into an ambulance. His mother was looking at him and his brothers… strangely, as she sat with her husband. With a blank expression, one that chilled him and stirred a different fear entirely in his stomach.

Like she wasn’t quite sure of them anymore.

And his brothers?

He had not parted with them on friendly terms. He’d been in the thick of his grief-induced anger still. He’d snapped at Tails for attempting to comfort him, and had nearly fought with Knuckles over his demands for the Master Emerald. Knuckles had refused to fight him, which in hindsight made him feel even worse.

He wanted to apologize to them. But he didn’t know where they were.

In the distance, the huge cannon thing was crackling with chaos energy, clearly about to fire. Shadow dealt with the last of the bots that they’d been fighting, then they were both making a beeline for the cannon.

It probably wouldn’t destroy the entire earth— it was a precision weapon— but it would still kill many innocent lives. At the moment, it was aimed directly for London.

As far as Sonic knew, his entire family was down there.

So the only plan he could come up with in the panic of the moment was to block the hit directly, using the combined chaos powers of both himself and Shadow.

It was a big risk for sure, but there was no way he was letting that blast hit the earth.

“Now this might hurt a little!” he yelled to Shadow, as they flew directly up in the line of fire.

The cannon unleashed its blast.

It hurt more than a little, as they both raised their arms to create an invisible shield of sorts, blocking the blast, protecting those far below.

“This was your plan?” Shadow demanded beside him, his voice strained as he squinted against the blinding light.

Sonic didn’t answer, grunting as he tried to conserve his quickly-draining energy. Desperate for any kind of hope, he hollered, “Would someone mind shutting down the giant death ray?!”

He figured it was just the Robotniks up there, and they were the ones who’d planned this whole thing, but somehow his plea was answered. Slowly but surely, the continuous blast started to tilt, gradually away from the earth.

However, it was quickly getting harder and harder to keep blocking it. The ray was hot and excruciating to the touch, only less so because he was in golden god mode, but even that energy was starting to… fade.

Sonic gritted his teeth, nearly whimpering as he struggled to keep on blocking it. Hundreds of people are at risk down there! he snapped at himself silently. Including your family. Keep at it!

The ray continued to turn, slowly.

The edges of his vision started going dark.

He shook his head slightly, glaring up at the ray. The ray glared back at him.

You HAVE to do it! You have to get back to them! You have to see if Dad will be okay. You have to check on Mom. You have to apologize to Knuckles and Tails. YOU HAVE TO!

SO KEEP AT IT!

“Can’t… hold… much… longer!” he gasped out, as if whoever was turning the ray could hear him. Shadow looked over at him for a split second, then immediately turned back forward, pushing even harder against the blast.

Sonic couldn’t risk looking down to see how far the ray had turned from the earth. All he could do was keep looking up, keep hoping against hope that they were going to save everyone— and make it out alive. Both of which he couldn’t afford not to do.

But it wasn’t looking likely.

He didn’t have any more energy he could just summon out of nowhere. And he was very quickly running out of time.

And even as he struggled against the ray, his heart began to sink.

He had too many regrets. Too many things he still needed to say. Too many things he still didn’t know.

Stupid cannon should’ve waited a bit longer, at least so he could’ve gotten a chance to do all that.

But, just like throughout this whole ordeal, he was absolutely powerless with such a thing.

It was too late.

The darkness at the edges of his vision spread, as his arms and body started going numb. And with a final yelp, he blacked out.

The last thing he registered was a hand on his shoulder, forcefully shoving him to the right. Then everything went blank.

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Sonic had truly thought he was going to die.

If he’d fainted while still in the direct path of the death ray, he would’ve gotten incinerated.

But that hand that’d pushed him… had it gotten him out of the way? Shadow had saved him?

His consciousness slowly edged its way back in, stirred by the sound of coughing. As his senses recovered, he realized he was lying down, sprawled half on an earthy floor, halfway on top of someone else…

Vision and hearing foggy, he squeezed his eyes shut tighter for a moment before wearily blinking them open. “Sonic, look,” a young, familiar voice said quietly.

Slowly, shakily, Sonic pushed himself to his feet, still trying to register what was happening, where he was, what was going on. But as he looked up, the memories returned, and another wave of grief hit him hard.

There was a huge, nebular mass in the sky above them, clearly the result of some kind of massive explosion. Tails had gone on excited rants to him in past months about astronomy, and stars, and what happened when they exploded. How they left a beautiful nebula blanketing the space around them even after they were gone.

“Shadow and Robotnik,” Tails said quietly beside him, staring with a hollow look up at the remains in the sky. “They sacrificed themselves… to save everyone.”

…Oh.

Shadow was gone.

Sonic looked at the distant fire, swallowing. “You always have a choice,” he murmured, remembering how he’d told that to Shadow right before they’d gone in to stop the death ray.

“The light shines, even though the star is gone,” was what Shadow had said, as they’d sat and reminisced on the moon’s surface.

They’d saved Earth, and everyone on it, but Shadow had given everything to make the right choice in the end. He’d become his own fallen star, like Maria, and he would shine on even now that he was gone.

Sonic’s chest ached. For all the drama and violence and pain of the last few days, he would never forget Shadow. The words they had shared stuck with him. Shadow had not deserved to die. He’d become a hero when it had mattered the most.

And so had Robotnik, apparently.

Sonic swallowed again, then turned to face his brothers, a sudden dread pooling in his heart. In what he’d thought were his final moments up there, he’d been desperate to live so he could apologize, and he’d pictured himself dramatically rushing back, shouting out the “I’M SO SORRY”s, hugging everyone left and right, rushing to do everything he thought he couldn’t. But now that he was faced with the real opportunity, and the reality of what had happened, he… was scared.

Scared that he’d gone too far. That they wouldn’t trust him again after he’d betrayed their oath.

Especially as he realized that Knuckles and Tails must’ve saved him after he fell. Even after what he’d said to them. It was the only explanation for how he’d woken up piled with them both in the middle of a corn field, relatively unharmed for having apparently fallen all the way from space.

“Guys, I’m really sorry for running off like that,” he said softly, avoiding the two pairs of eyes locked on him. His heart pounded uncomfortably in his chest. “I shouldn’t have left you behind.”

He dared to meet Knuckles’s eyes. The echidna stared back at him, his eyes hard.

“The truth is,” he went on, shifting his gaze again, “you’re the best teammates a hedgehog could ever ask for.” He glanced at Tails, the words spilling out now, and he was struck with a sudden gratefulness that he was here, getting to say all this, when he’d truly thought he’d missed the chance. “And the best friends,” he quickly added. “…Can you ever forgive me?”

Sonic held his breath. Silence reigned. His heart skipped a few beats.

Knuckles continued to stare.

Then the echidna slowly raised a fist towards him. “Team Sonic?” he asked quietly.

Sonic stared at his brother’s extended fist for a moment, almost weak as relief rushed through him. In a rush of emotion, he smiled like a sap and lurched forwards to hug Knuckles close, grasping to pull in Tails as well. “How about, just ‘team’,” he replied softly, resting his head against the echidna’s chest and wrapping his arms around both him and Tails.

His teammates. His friends. His best friends.

His brothers.

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there will be a second chapter soon btw

[kiir-i]

[ashe-withane]

I need an outsider pov fic of people witnessing Monty (who was recently a Crow) learning how to be human

Like, someone from the library.

A neighbour of Esther’s.

A group of teenagers.

Other random people from port townsend. You get the gist.

This has the potential to be very funny (“I met this weird kid at work today”) and also very said (“there’s this guy who needs a parent figure asap”).

Also, “did you see that kid from the library? Yeah he was talking to that dude who owns the cannery that all the cats seem to love. Yeah idk they looked like the were about to get into a fight. The cannery guy kept calling the kid Crow Boy. Crow Boy tried to bite cannery guy. What is going on in this town?”

[waylonskinz]

Whiskey got all yucky on our adventures yesterday! :(

Kinda hard to see in the pictures cuz my phone's camera sucks lol, but he got some coffee (I think??) and tree sap (I think??) on his legs and stuff, so I gave him a bath!

He's currently in front of the fan drying as I post this, so I'll update tomorrow when he's all clean and dry! I'm not exactly sure if the tree sap completely came out though, so if you know how to get tree sap out of fur, please let me know! He had a bit too much fun with the pine trees lol

[strmpt]

i need more nebula and rocket found family content

i mean i’ve never actually sought it out but. ugh what a good dynamic. 2 people(ish) who wont talk about what was done to them individually any detail, but both understand exactly what the other went through. and then abandoned by the larger found family they had bc of the snap (i still refuse to call it the blip)

such unconventional characters but still very compelling

[pouchedmilk]

@ xbox let me play viva pinata on my rog or I'm gonna throw rocks through your windows you dumb whore

[brenna]

i'm feeling chatty. tell me about your day or ask me a question or give me a prompt or whatever. got a random fact? anything you want to know? how are you?

[gvnchvcks]

I'm here for my daily Achievement Hunter AU rambles (sits so cutely you must give me my stories)

i've had the kings au on my mind a bit lately tbh. there's just smth about it, like. geoff being the first, the one who starts the race to be king. it's not about ruling for him, for geoff his goal as king was to bring people together and unite them under one competition. i like the idea of the position of king kind of spiraling into it's own thing after he loses the crown- what was once a goal to unite everyone with friendly competition becomes a yearly competition of wits and strength. who can lie, cheat, steal, or even kill to get the crown. it's corrupt, in it's own way, and geoff often wonders if it's the power of men or if the crown itself being molded from the same gold of the Tower that drives everyone to hunger like this. even when geoff wins the crown again, things feel different to him, but is it because now he's seen what his friends would do for it? or because the crown is trying to pull him down the same path? who knows, really also just a side note, i like the idea of everyone who has won the crown before getting like halo-like crowns around their heads after they die as gods in sky factory and respawn. they're nothing but ghosts of the Old World, ancient and holy. that world is long gone, hell that UNIVERSE is long gone, nuked to shreds, but the power of the Towers remains and will always keep their souls tied to Achievement City

[ardentlyares]

personal things for my personal blog devoted to my work with the gods. this time it’s…probably shadow work. it’s always shadow work

anyway there are all of those prompts but i like to use poetry to process my feelings so I decided to do that this time. this was the prompt i used “What triggers lead to unhealthy habits or poor reactions?” TW this is about my childhood which was Not Great so read at your own risk not that anyone probably will

Home was a minefield

I spent my childhood learning to tiptoe

Around actions and conversations

Never quite sure what would be

The misstep that brought on

A cacophony of screams and slams

Heavy footsteps, stomping

Shaking the old house

I tried to everything to disarm it

And no matter what I tried

The crying, the screaming

Defiance or pleas

Somehow they all made it worse

Like a sick chain reaction

And so the next thing I learned

Was to disengage

Still like a statue, barely present

Making myself small and agreeable

To avoid being a catalyst

Absorbing the shock

Eyes burning, words stuck

Clawing at my throat to be heard

Until they weren’t

Then the routine became like

A second skin

Blocking out the tempest

Not realizing how deeply the

Acid rain was seeping into me

Eroding the foundations of my soul

Until what remained was a shell

Cloaked in the second skin

Like it could be a shield

From all the things that polluted me

I left the war zone of my childhood

Still wearing that cloak

With gaps in my memories

More like a canyon than a crack

Unable to trust that my next step

Won’t be onto another mine

Tldr my parents were both emotionally volatile, but especially my father and that’s how i learned to dissociate and disengage from my feelings when things are uncomfortable and part of the reason I have anxiety probably 🤷‍♀️

[fagbearentertainment]

Can someone make an alabama slenderman blog pls thank you

[barclaysangel]

Y’all remember the transfem Juniper Wheeler AU?

Ok so I kept searching and searching and searching for a proper fc for Juniper that actually looks like Teo and is Filipina. Couldn’t find anything…

…then my dumbass remembered that Teo has an older sister, Isa. I could’ve been using Isa Briones this entire time.

Like, the similarities are insane (photo credit to @the-carlos-cow-eyes )!

So this is an official post saying that Isa is Juniper’s fc for this AU :)

[natsukixshin]

i feel a strong urge to make the most insane and out of character designs for my blorbos

[lalasknives]

I have this sudden urge to become this fandom's matpat/theoriest.

[homoeroticvillain]

i really want to make a geist animatic but then i'd have to do actual digital sketches and that's scary

[emjiroki]

Debating on answering the Alpha Enji x Omega Reader baby headcanons tonight

[guiiay]

jinx and isha visit a walmart