#this is about knuckles btw.

[aphantimes]

the word "warrior" has skyrocketed to my most hated word in like the past 3 months i am in pain

[rapidhighway]

(late)Happy holidays to all who celebrate! This was my contribution to a secret santa event, made for @the-chozo-lord

[butterflyscribbles]

Id love to mention your art is SO CUTE!!! I love how scrunkly you draw all the Sonic charters!! Your art style is so so cute!!

But I just gotta know how Knuckles and Tail would react to seeing the plush owl, like he cant hide it for too long can he?

But sending much love!! 💜💜💜💜

I think for Tails, he’s just excited that his hero/big brother has something else in common with him. They have sleepovers and sleep in a big pile underneath Tail’s collection with Beaklet at the heart of it. Sonic feels less nervous about him finding out and manages to maintain some of his dignity in that case, especially when Tails assures him that he doesn’t think he’s any less cool because of it.

Knuckles however…..

He’s silently terrified that if Knuckles found her he’d rip her to shreds (being an owl n’ all that). Luckily Knuckles still doesn’t know about her.

…or does he?

[spoiledskullz]

reintroducing Team Hallow! The paranormal investigation group

Close ups

Welkin the Wolf

Dune the Fennec Fox

Dusk the Tufted Deer

[valentinebugzee]

Sonic Boom! Agent Stone AU (pt.1)

(This is kind of an outline thing for the fic I plan on writing in the future btw!!)

Chapter 1 posted!

•On one random Tuesday, a coffee shop named "The Mean Bean" appeared in the middle of town, with no construction and no posters for the place, as if it fell from the sky.

•It probably did since it's sonic boom and all.

•Sonic and friends had different opinions on the place, but all of them went in anyway.

•Sonic thought he wasn't really a coffee guy but it wouldn't hurt to try something new.

•Amy admired how beautiful and modern the place looked, unlike the rest of the establishments in their formerly unnamed village.

•Tails questioned how they had managed to construct a cafe that quickly without anyone noticing.

•Knuckles wondered why this bean shop smelled like coffee.

•Sticks, however...had her theories.

•Upon laying her eyes on the establishment, she started coming up with 50 theories per second; her friends dismissed her to get the plot going.

•Sticks's suspicions didn't subside one bit once entered the shop and made eye contact with a grinning barista with the name tag "Stone"

•What really got Sticks paranoid is how nice and friendly the barista was, and how he was the only person working there.

•Stone served them and said their orders were "on the house"

•Sticks refused to order anything, claiming it was a trap and the food had microchips in it to read the villager's thoughts and know the village's most crucial secrets.

•Right in the middle of Stick's yap session, Eggman initiated a very well-timed attack.

•Cut to Shoujo vision-eyed Stone laying his eyes for the very first time on the village's one and only villain (or the only one that matters)

•He quickly snapped out of it, adjusted his clothes, and cleared his throat, then walked out of his coffee shop to greet the villain.

•He had politely asked Eggman to take the fight somewhere further away from his coffee shop and Eggman surprisingly obliged (not without blowing up in Stone's face ofc) (Stone didn't look like he minded) (He actually looked even more love-struck) (weirdo)

•The fight ended, and the gang went back to the coffee shop, where Stone inquired about the evil doctor who almost blew up his shop.

•That was Stick's last straw; she started screaming about how Stone was a government agent who would doom the entire village if they didn't stop him.

•She ran out screaming when her friends still didn't believe her.

•Girl, get better friends.

•She figured that if she was going to foil the evil government agent's plans she needed someone else helping her, another pair of eyes to look out for the village if the government agent decided that she was an obstacle in his way and kidnaps her to a work in a secret underground trees-that-are- actually-spy-cameras-factory.

•And that's when she found Shadow in a cave that he definitely doesn't live in.

•He reluctantly agreed to help her because he was also suspicious about that guy, not that he cared about the village but he didn't like being oblivious about evil happening on his turf.

•He didn't believe stick's microchipped food theory, but Stone being a government agent didn't seem too far off for him...

•They both had their separate attempts at getting answers out of Stone.

•First was Sticks, she set up a trap.

•ofc Stone fell for it because how else would the story progress.

•She interrogated him as he was upside down hanging from a tree outside her home.

•He denied all claims and feigned innocence, claiming he was just a barista that came from far far away to simply serve people happiness in the form of coffee.

•She opted for more efficient interrogation techniques, she turned around and entered her home to..grab a feather and tickle him idfk

•Once she returned outside she saw the net was burnt to crisp and the human was nowhere to be found.

•Now she's sure she's not paranoid.

•She reported her findings to Shadow.

•Now it was Shadow's turn, seeing how Stone definitely had some special equipment/weapons on him the idea of there being microchips in the food didn't seem too uncanny.

•Shadow showed up to The Mean Bean, Sticks intently staring at him from behind the glass doors (creeping everyone in the shop out)

•Shadow thought he shouldn't interrogate him as that would end up as fruitful as Stick's efforts.

•Instead he chose to just behave as a normal customer, he was the ultimate life form after all, if there was something odd about the food then he'd know (I'm pulling this shit outta my ass okay)

•Just like the badger had described him "Very sweet with an evil aura", and something about trees.

•Stone felt somewhat nervous/awkward towards the hedgehog, so far all his customers were either stupid or friendly excluding the badger that kidnapped him because she wasn't a customer at all)

•The Hedgehog chose a cat muffin, glaring at stone the entire time.

•That was the best goddamn muffin he has ever had in his life.

•He slammed the money on the counter and returned back to a very distraught badger.

•"ARE YOU OKAY?! ARE THE RADIATIONS GETTING TO YOUR BRAIN?! ARE YOU BRAINWASHED?! DO YOU REMEMBER YOUR TRAGIC BACKSTORY?! DID THE MUFFIN DO SOMETHING TO YOU?!"

"Raspberry jam..."

"huh?"

[kinetic-chaos]

Iblis is so back guys

Inspired by one of the memes on this post!

[sonknuxadow]

imactually going to die

[beatcroc]

sonic scribbles of varying ages and intents. surge from mid 2022 when i was first catchin' up on idw, silver from a few months ago when i was trying to figure him out, the rest from late 2022 from memory with stylization and redesigning where i couldn't be assed to try and stay on-model

[joshnekuu]

Sonknux thoughts

So like. Sonic is aro, to me. Potentially incredibly greyaro, and has just like, never met That Person that clicks into the romance zone for him.

Meanwhile Knuckles is like. Hi I’ll die before I admit to myself, let alone Sonic, that I have feelings for him.

So this isn’t exactly a relationship that just happens. There needs to be something that pushes the truth out of knux for Sonic to ever realize that Knuckles has fallen for him, and when it finally does, I don’t think Sonic would like… know what to do with this information.

He’s kind of touched. Like… Knuckles is his best friend next to Tails, even if they fight a lot. And while he’s known that Knuckles cares about him more than he likes to admit, there’s something… relieving? About knowing that Knuckles really cares about him that much, to the point that he’s in love with him.

But at the same time there’s this sort of… awkward guilt, of not knowing how to respond. It’s not like he doesn’t like Knuckles. He’s just… never thought of him that way. Never thought of ANYONE that way, but it doesn’t help that it never even crossed his mind Knuckles might have feelings for him.

He doesn’t want to reject Knuckles outright, but he doesn’t exactly feel like he can just say ‘yeah let’s date’, because he’s not sure he can really do that honestly. It’s a weird feeling. It’s different than Amy’s infatuation with him when they were younger, where he didn’t want anything to do with it. Sure, he never wanted to hurt Amy by turning her down, but it felt easier to run away from that. To avoid dealing with it.

But it’s still different. With Amy, he’s always known he just didn’t feel that way about her. She’s one of his best friends and he loves her dearly, just… not like that. He’s had time to consider it, to think about it, and the answer always remained the same- he just didn’t see her like that. He’s never thought that way about Knuckles either, but more so in the vein of, like… it never crossed his mind as a possibility. Why would Knuckles ever feel that way about him, when he’s always caused problems for him, when they’ve always butted heads, when they’ve always been so… opposite?

It’s a weird feeling. He doesn’t know that he feels the same way about Knuckles that Knuckles feels about him, but he knows that it doesn’t… feel Bad, knowing that Knuckles feels this way about him. It’s reassuring, relieving, comforting, to know that Knuckles loves him. And it feels nice, knowing that Knuckles isn’t expecting him to reciprocate, that Knuckles isn’t asking anything of him- he didn’t even want to tell him these feelings, it just kind of came out, there was never any belief that Sonic would respond in kind and they’d start dating.

… but at the same time that does stir up this ache in Sonic, a sadness. Because Knuckles genuinely doesn’t believe Sonic could feel the same about him. And it’s less because of who Sonic is as a person, and more about how Knuckles perceives himself. It’s not that Knuckles just doesn’t think Sonic could ever be with ANYONE, it’s that he can’t conceive of Sonic ever wanting to be with him. And Sonic can’t help but feel upset about that.

And it makes him realize that maybe he would. If things were different. If he didn’t struggle to stay in one place so much, if Knuckles weren’t so tethered to one spot. As much as Knuckles has always longed for freedom, Sonic has wanted that for him too. And Knuckles being honest about his feelings, confessing something like this, he admires that. He doesn’t want to just say no. He doesn’t want to just turn Knuckles down.

And maybe it’s not the same sort of love that Knuckles feels. But Sonic does love Knuckles, Knuckles is one of the certainties in his life that he’s come to rely on, someone he wants to see succeed and thrive and be happy. If that’s not love, what is?

And maybe that’s enough. Maybe their love doesn’t have to be exactly the same, for it to be there, for it to be enough. Maybe just wanting to be able to reciprocate can be enough for now.

[patfr8]

[Movie Lore once more] [Post Sonic 3] [Long(?)]

We all agree the boys suffered a lot when Tom was in the hospital. In a way, they all think they could have done something more. Now, as always, I will focus this point on my favourite boy, Knuckles.

He is a protector, a guardian, doesn’t matter where or when. Not the games, not the comics, not the movies. No one can change that. He’s the guardian of the emerald, yes, but he’s also the guardian of his friends, of his family. And now someone he sees as the patriarch of his new tribe is severely wounded to the point that they thought he wouldn’t make it. The same one that accepted him even though he caused so much trouble to his kid and his town. Knuckles respects Tom.

After so long of being alone, he has somewhere to go. He has a family. They will never replace what he lost, it’s new. Just that. New. And suddenly, almost broken. He had to fight his brother, make sure his other brother was fine, suppress his own emotions for their sake. All without knowing if they would make it out alive.

When everything is done, he is exhausted, but has to take care of them. He is the only one that can. The guardian. They arrive at the hospital. Tom will be fine, the patriarch is fine. His brothers rest along side their father Tom. But he can’t.

Knuckles is anxious, and doesn’t even know why. Is it because of the emerald? No, if he found it once, he can do it again. And he doesn’t care that much now. Honestly, if it were up to him, he would destroy it. His past self would have killed him for just thinking about it, but now? He just wishes it had never been created to begin with. So no, it is not the issue. But then, what is?

Who is he kidding, he knows. He is the issue. If only he hadn’t broken the control pad, they could have gotten their hands on the card. Maybe Shadow and the Robotniks would have found another way to get it back, but at least Tom wouldn’t be hurt. He would be fine. They would have defeated them together. But no, he had to be a complete idiot, destroying it like that. If anyone was to blame, it was him.

He thought of it. Deeply. It would have been the second father he lost because of his negligence But what could he do now? He was hopeless. After everything, it was his fault.

Knuckles goes to the roof. The people let him. Maddie has already warned them that it was fine. He could glide after all. And a fall like that wouldn’t kill him. Almost nothing did. He sometimes wishes it wasn’t true.

Knuckles thinks. And he cries. Because he failed at the only thing he was supposed to be good at: protecting those he loved. He almost lost his father again. An intrusive thought came through his mind.

“If only it had been me the one to explode and not Shadow… everyone would have preferred it anyway. A powerful ally, not a broken… me”

[paingoes]

Destroyer - Marks

(Masterlist)

girl help i can't stop making bonus content

this is set right around Part XIII, in regard to the “I should probably give you more visible marks.” comment.

(Content: living weapon whumpee, obedient whumpee, somewhat reluctant whumper, dehumanization, power imbalances, physical abuse, minor blood, brief drug mention, death mention)

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He got approximately ten million fucking emails calling him an arsonist, or telling him that the experiment is an accident waiting to happen, or asking why he was letting the A-bomb walk around off-leash, why he was letting the bomb walk at all. Accusations he wouldn’t dare repeat. It was all so stupid. Delta was good. Paris never worried about him fragging. But the appearance of insubordination was damning all on its own. It was not a good situation.

Unfortunately, the messages kept coming. From staff he actually respected, too. People he needed. He didn’t even know how word reached them that quickly. He sometimes forgot just how scared they were of Delta. It had never been a popular project. That night, he received many requests for him to be killed outright. Not fucking happening.

Fucking Nezu telling him what to do with his fucking psychic. He was more mad about that than he ever could have been at Delta. That was why he’d gone easy on him. It gave him serious pause whenever his wants overlapped with Nezu’s — sometimes enough to evaporate them completely. He really wasn’t in the mood.

Something had to be done though, by the time the next meeting rolled around. They had to know that Delta had been punished for it, that Paris didn’t just let him get away with everything.

Delta didn’t fight him on it — not that he’d expected him too. He kneeled in front of the desk like he’d been asked. Paris leaned back against it, hitting the pen a few more times than he needed to. 

Delta looked bad. That day had been the only time Paris had ever seen him cry — even weeks later, he hadn’t seemed to recover from it. His eyes were still so pleading, in a way they’d never been before. It was unsettling.

Paris readjusted the only ring he wore on his right hand. It was sapphire — and it was clean. There wasn’t any reason to drag it out. He tilted Delta’s face up a little, tucking the slick hair back behind the webbed fin of his ear. 

“Hold still.” He didn’t want to hit his eye by accident. The jewel was sharp.

He backhanded him hard across the face. Harder than he would have normally. It needed to bruise.

Delta’s head was forced sharply to one side. His hair fell back in his face, totally obscuring it when he looked down at the floor. He didn’t outwardly react, but his next breaths came out shallow and shaky. Yeah, that hurt. 

Paris cupped his face again, moving it back up to examine the injury. It’d landed where he wanted it to — a thin cut right along his cheekbone. He could see the spot where the bruise would form over the next couple hours. Delta winced. Paris gently smoothed over the flushed skin with his thumb. 

“I’m sorry.” Delta’s voice was quiet. It was all he would say recently. 

“I know.”

It was hard to be mad at him when he was so clearly repentant. When he was being this good about it. Paris released him. He’d planned on hitting him across the other side of his face as well, in the interest of covering all his angles. It didn’t feel worth it anymore.

“Hand.”

Delta placed his hand gingerly into Paris’s own. Paris tightened his grip around it, supporting the palm beneath so that it’d absorb the full force of it. Knuckles facing up. Paris reached back for the ruler left out on the desk.

It cracked down hard against his knuckles, fast enough that he didn’t really have time to flinch. His injured hand reflexively tightened around Paris’s in the aftermath; it was the only real physical reaction he’d had. His claws dug painfully into Paris’s hand, not yet breaking the skin.

Paris released his grip on the hand. Delta’s hand relaxed and the claws withdrew, but he didn’t pull it back like he’d expected. He just left it resting there in his grasp.

“Other one.” 

He offered it without resistance. Same routine. Paris brought the ruler back down over his other hand, watching as the first signs of bruising appeared upon them. He placed the ruler back down and released his grip on Delta’s hand. 

“Done.”

There wasn’t much else to do, really. Delta was always dressed in long sleeves and ceremonial garb. For the most part, only his face and hands were exposed on vanguard days. It was enough, though. His expression alone was enough. If he just stayed like that, he’d be fine.

Delta folded both of his hands back into his lap, bright purple and blue against the pale white of clothes. His hair fell messily in his face, but parts of his eyes were still visible. He was still looking at Paris in that desperate, shell-shocked way.

“…Easy. You’re fine.” Paris didn’t know what to say to make him normal again. “The sting will be gone in a few minutes.”

For the hands, anyway, though the numbness would remain. The mark on his face would hurt a lot longer. 

Delta nodded slowly. A small amount of blood appeared by the cut. 

Paris gestured for him to lean forward again. Delta did so, cringing a little. Paris pressed a tissue against his cheek to stop the bleeding. He sighed as it bled straight through.

“…You want a bandaid?” He offered. The bruise would still be visible beneath it. 

“Yeah.” His voice was barely audible. He took the tissue from Paris, keeping the pressure there. 

Paris disappeared for a moment, loudly knocking shit over in the overfilled medicine cabinet. He came back with the split bandage. Delta held still as he applied it over the cut, smoothing it out against his cheek. It was pale white, the same color as his clothes, standing out sharply against the dark blue of his skin.

“…Thank you,” Delta said quietly. Sweetly. It fucking killed him sometimes.

Paris felt something strange in the pit of his stomach. He ignored it. He made a small, noncommittal noise as he discarded the paper into the trash. 

Delta touched the side of his face gently with the newly discolored fingers. Bruises on bruises. He put his hand abruptly back into his lap when Paris looked at him, as if he’d gotten caught. 

“We’re done.” Paris waved him off, sliding the ruler back into the drawer. The pen was starting to kick in. He was getting lightheaded. 

Delta rose slowly, giving something like a curtsy before he left. Or maybe his legs were just unsteady. Paris didn’t really care. 

The door closed quietly. Paris slid the lock shut. He pressed his forehead against the wood grain. Definitely lightheaded.

……

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[rapidhighway]

oh im doodling this guy again, for some reason i care for him very much

[uber-dawn]

hey have you guys heard of this game, it's really cool, called "In Stars and Time", you should play it sometime

[exx-bee]

ggod forbid women do anything

[bogkeep]

my thesis probably doesn't need to be longer than like, 2k-3k words total, i can stick to a reasonable scope, i don't NEED to delve into the origins of the babylonian sexagesimal number system to write about the prague astronomical clock

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

motorcycle sketch featuring cross!! >:)