hayweerc · 3 days ago
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"Bound by Chaos" AU. Chapter 26 Spoilers ⚠️📖🩸
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blackenedsnow · 2 days ago
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IT'S ME AGAIN. DON'T ASK. Please don't question why I'm here, I only have drama in mind, but I have a desire for action.
Singer!reader with Bodyguard!sss(silver, sonic, shadow) team, Reader, a popular singer, was constantly giving concerts and releasing a new album every year and continuing to be popular, but she had a problem singing and performing constantly and after the concert, her voice was constantly muffled/hoarse this always got worried the bodyguards. Reader also delayed them just saying "don't be that worried about it omg..!" like shes mean girl type, Of course, the triple guards know that and they know her well, so they can't/didn't say much. In fact singing was a strength of hers, the songs she sang hooked/obsessed the people and helped them to love her even more. That's the good thing of her power. The bad thing is, if she sings a violent and scary melody or song, it becomes reality, but she didn't know it..yet.
Suddenly she got shot a few bullets in her chest while singing one of those kind of songs, but she kept singing to hide her pain, then a few minutes later of disaster and massive pain she fell to the ground and fans started or tried to help her but the other mean guards didn't let them as the fans began to curse the mean guards as a massive fight begin around them as the main triple guards came to the concert and tried to help her but she was already dying...the triple guards tried to save her as they failed and she died at the concert.
A star who is popular again after 10 years attracts the attention of 3 guards or not anymore guards they were normal hero hedgehogs again. Silver was the first to notice it, then shadow and sonic noticed too but had she changed much? İ MEAN MUCH. She has red hair, red sun-like pupils and a black tight jumpsuit. She also has a beauty mark below her right eye. After 3 hedgehogs tried and managed to get her attention at the concert, she suddenly stopped the concert and wanted to meet privately with 3 hedgehogs.
After entering her own private room she sneeringly smiled and looked at them as they really thought she was a dead popstar but she was faking her dead the whole time trying to recreate her singing power as she began to explain more and answered their question.
I leave you the back questions and the made-up story, You can say anything you want about why she's been acting dead so far..
take care of yourself! ⭐
voice of power
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WARNING: Mentions of violence and injury, faked death
PAIRING: Sonic the Hedgehog x (Fem) Singer! Reader, Shadow the Hedgehog x (Fem) Singer! Reader, Silver the Hedgehog x (Fem) Singer! Reader,
NOTE: Hey there! I’m always excited to hear your ideas and write what inspires you! I’m here for it all. :)
SUMMARY: You’re a powerful, world-famous singer with a voice that captivates and obsesses the masses, backed by an elite team of bodyguards: Sonic, Shadow, and Silver. But behind the glamour and success, there’s a price to pay.
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The lights dimmed as you took center stage, basking in the deafening roar of the crowd. Their cheers, a familiar symphony of adoration, pumped through your veins like electricity. You flashed a confident smile as you gripped the microphone, your voice effortlessly weaving through the melody. Song after song, you captivated them, holding their hearts in the palm of your hand.
You were a sensation—a force of nature in the music world. No matter how many concerts you performed or albums you released, your popularity never waned. But tonight, like every other performance, the price for your talent was clear by the end.
As the final note echoed through the stadium, your voice, once powerful and sharp, had turned raspy and hoarse. You barely managed a breathy "thank you" before retreating backstage, leaving the crowd chanting your name in blissful ignorance of the strain you were under.
But your bodyguards? They knew.
Sonic was the first to greet you behind the curtain, his usual energetic smile slightly faltering when he saw the exhaustion on your face. “Another great show, huh?”
“Yeah, yeah,” you waved him off, your tone sharp but dismissive. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.”
Silver and Shadow joined moments later, their expressions a little less carefree. Silver, always the worrier, frowned. “Are you sure you’re okay? Your voice—”
“It’s fine!” you snapped, rolling your eyes. “God, you guys worry too much. It’s just hoarse. Don’t be so dramatic.”
Shadow, standing a bit farther back, crossed his arms, his red eyes studying you in silence. He, more than the others, had learned not to push you when you were like this. It was your way of coping after all.
Sonic glanced at Shadow, but he didn’t argue. He knew better, too. You were their responsibility, yes, but they’d learned over time how to navigate your prickly exterior. Still, the hoarseness in your voice was becoming too common to ignore, and they all knew it.
“You’ve been doing this a lot lately,” Silver muttered, glancing at the others for support. “We’re just… worried.”
You sighed dramatically, grabbing a bottle of water and taking a long sip. “Well, stop worrying. I’m fine. You guys need to chill.”
There it was—that edge in your voice, the cool dismissal. You weren’t cruel, not really, but you had a way of pushing them back whenever they got too close. You’d built walls to keep them from prying into things you didn’t want to talk about—like how drained you felt after every concert, or how your throat burned after singing. They weren’t allowed to worry about you, not if you had any say in it.
But deep down, they couldn’t help it. Because they knew you—better than anyone else.
Still, they held back, even as concern tugged at them. This was your routine. After every show, your voice would be rough, and after every show, you’d tell them not to worry. But as your bodyguards, they couldn’t just ignore it.
Sonic, Silver, and Shadow exchanged glances, silently agreeing to let it go for now. You were strong, and they respected that, but they’d seen enough to know when something wasn’t right.
“You’ve got more performances coming up,” Sonic said after a moment, rubbing the back of his head. “Just… don’t overdo it, alright?”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m not some fragile little flower, you know,” you replied, shrugging him off as you slung your bag over your shoulder. “I’ve got this under control.”
But they couldn’t shake the feeling that something was building, something you didn’t even realize. After all, they knew you weren’t just any singer. There was something different about you—something powerful about your voice that went beyond just captivating an audience.
And they feared that you might be playing with something you didn’t fully understand.
A few nights later, this specific night seemed perfect—just like every other concert. You were on stage, the crowd hanging on your every word, every note, just like always. The lights were bright, the music loud, and your voice—though a little strained—still commanded the room. But something felt different tonight.
The song you were performing wasn’t like your usual set. This one had a darker edge, a haunting melody that throbbed through the venue like a heartbeat. Your fans didn’t seem to mind, though. They were just as entranced as always, singing along, their faces lit with adoration.
But then, something snapped.
The first shot hit your chest before you even realized what was happening.
Pain. Sharp and all-consuming. It ripped through you, but you didn’t stop singing. You couldn’t. Your voice was your armor, your strength, and no matter what was happening, you couldn’t let the audience see you in pain. So you kept singing, your voice now layered with a hidden agony that none of them could sense—yet.
Another bullet. And another.
Your breath hitched, but the notes kept coming, your body trembling with the effort. The stage lights blurred in your vision, the sound of your voice fading under the roaring in your ears. You couldn’t stop. Not now. Not when all eyes were on you.
But the pain was unbearable.
It felt like your chest was on fire, the bullets lodged deep, your body betraying you. You clutched the microphone tighter, leaning into it for support as your legs began to give out. You didn’t care if it hurt. You didn’t care if—
Your knees buckled. The microphone slipped from your hand, and in a heartbeat, you hit the ground.
The crowd screamed.
Chaos erupted as the fans surged forward, trying to help you, but the security guards—a rougher, meaner bunch hired for the event—blocked their way, shoving people back. “Stay back!” they barked, their voices cold and unfeeling, as if they didn’t care that you were lying there, bleeding out in front of thousands of people.
The fans shouted, some of them screaming your name, others cursing the guards. Fists flew, and soon a full-blown riot broke out. The guards pushed back harder, forming a barrier around you as the concert dissolved into madness.
But you could barely see it anymore.
The pain was overwhelming, blurring the edges of your vision as blood pooled beneath you. The world spun, and your breath came in shallow gasps. The sounds around you—shouts, screams, the clashing of bodies—faded into the background.
Suddenly, through the haze, you saw them. Sonic, Shadow, and Silver were pushing through the chaos, their eyes locked on you. They moved fast, faster than you’d ever seen them, but it didn’t matter. You knew it was too late.
By the time they reached you, your chest was heaving, every breath a struggle. Sonic dropped to his knees beside you, his usual smile nowhere to be found. “Hey… hey, we’re here. You’re gonna be okay,” he said, though his voice wavered.
Shadow was already checking your wounds, his expression grim, while Silver hovered nearby, panic clear in his wide eyes.
But you knew. You could feel the life draining out of you, the strength that had always been there slipping through your fingers. You tried to speak, tried to tell them something—anything—but your voice was gone, replaced by a weak gurgle.
It was too late.
The world was already fading, the pain dulling as your body went cold. You could feel yourself slipping away, the noise of the concert—of the chaos—growing distant.
And then… just like that, you were gone.
Ten years had passed since the tragic night when your life was cut short on stage. The music world had mourned, and your three former bodyguards—Sonic, Shadow, and Silver—had each gone back to their roles as heroes. They tried to move on, but losing you had left a mark on each of them, a wound that never fully healed.
That was why, when Silver saw you again, standing under the bright lights of a new concert stage, his heart nearly stopped.
It wasn’t just the resemblance—it was you. He knew it, deep in his gut, despite the changes. You were different, transformed, but still undeniably you.
“Is that—” Silver muttered, wide-eyed, as he stared at the screen showing the concert.
Shadow, sitting nearby, followed Silver’s gaze. His eyes narrowed as he focused on the screen, a flicker of recognition flashing in his sharp red eyes. “It can’t be…”
But it was. Sonic, who had just walked into the room, caught sight of the broadcast and froze. “No way…” His usual carefree tone was gone, replaced by shock.
The three of them stared at the screen, watching in stunned silence as you moved across the stage, your presence commanding as always, but now with an even more magnetic pull. You hadn’t just changed physically—you were more powerful, more captivating than ever.
“I thought she was dead,” Sonic whispered, his voice barely audible.
Silver was the first to move, grabbing his jacket and heading for the door. “We need to get to that concert.”
Shadow and Sonic exchanged a glance before following. They didn’t know how it was possible, but if you were back, they needed answers. And more than anything, they needed to see you again.
At the concert venue, the crowd was mesmerized by your performance. Every note you sang seemed to wrap around their minds, drawing them in deeper with every passing second. But your attention wasn’t on the audience—it was on the three familiar faces you’d spotted in the crowd.
Silver. Shadow. Sonic.
It had been years since you’d seen them, but the moment their eyes met yours, you knew it was time. You couldn’t continue the charade any longer.
Without warning, you stopped mid-song. The band fell silent, and the audience, confused and murmuring, watched as you raised a hand to signal the end of the concert.
“I want to meet three people,” you announced, your voice echoing through the venue. “Backstage. Now.”
The crowd erupted in whispers, confused but curious. The three hedgehogs were just as surprised, but they didn’t hesitate. Guided by a mix of disbelief and anticipation, they made their way backstage.
Once inside the privacy of your room, the atmosphere grew heavier. You leaned against the back of a lavish chair, your sun-like eyes gleaming with amusement as you looked over the three hedgehogs before you. For years, they had believed you were dead. The memory of that night, the blood, the chaos—it had been seared into their minds. And now here you stood, alive, and more powerful than ever.
A sneering smile curled at your lips as you crossed your arms, eyes flicking between them. “You really thought I was dead, huh?” You chuckled darkly. “You have no idea.”
Sonic’s fists clenched at his sides, confusion and shock flashing in his emerald eyes. “You died. We saw it happen. How… how are you standing here like nothing happened?”
Silver was quieter, still processing, while Shadow’s sharp gaze hadn’t left your face, his body rigid with tension as he waited for an explanation.
You straightened up, pushing off the chair and taking a slow step forward, your voice turning cold and calculated. “It was all a lie. Every single bit of it. I faked my death that night on stage.”
The silence that followed was suffocating. None of them spoke for a long moment, the weight of your words hanging in the air.
“Why?” Shadow asked, his voice low, almost growling. His red eyes were locked onto yours, demanding an answer.
You smiled again, this time more bitter than amused. “Because I had to. That night, when those bullets hit me, I realized something. My voice… it wasn’t just a talent. It was a weapon. A power. And I didn’t understand how to control it.” You took a deep breath, letting the gravity of your words sink in. “Every song I sang, every note I hit, could change the world around me. If I sang a sad song, the people listening would become depressed. If I sang something violent…”
Sonic flinched at the memory, recalling how the audience had descended into chaos after you were shot.
“I could have caused a disaster,” you continued, pacing slowly as you spoke. “That’s what was happening the night I ‘died.’ The bullets, the riot—it wasn’t just bad luck. It was me. My voice made it happen. I sang a violent song, and it became reality.”
Silver’s eyes widened, piecing things together. “So… you faked your death to stop it? To stop hurting people?”
You nodded. “Yes. After that night, I knew I wasn’t safe to be around anyone. My powers were too unstable, too dangerous. I couldn’t risk more people getting hurt. So I disappeared. For ten years, I’ve been hiding, working on controlling my abilities, on recreating them in a way that I can harness them—without all the chaos.”
Sonic’s face was twisted with a mix of emotions, hurt and anger mixing together. “Why didn’t you tell us? We could’ve helped you. We thought you were gone forever!”
You looked away for a moment, guilt flickering across your features before hardening again. “Because I didn’t need your help. I needed time. Alone. You wouldn’t have understood what I was trying to do. I had to figure it out on my own.”
Shadow, silent until now, stepped forward, his voice steely. “And now? What’s changed? You’ve revealed yourself again. Why?”
Your lips curled into a dark smile once more, your red eyes glowing as you met his gaze. “Because I’ve perfected it. I’ve mastered my voice. I’ve become more powerful than ever before. And now… it’s time for me to reclaim the world I left behind. I’m not the same popstar you used to protect. I’m something more.”
Silver frowned, his voice quiet but filled with concern. “But what about the danger? What if it happens again?”
You tilted your head slightly, your smile fading as you looked at him. “That’s the thing, Silver. It won’t happen again. Because now, I’m in control. I can decide who lives, who loves, who fights… and who dies.”
The room fell silent again, the weight of your words sinking in. You were no longer the person they once knew. You were something far more dangerous—and far more powerful.
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wonderinc-sonic · 2 days ago
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If I can Divide for you
Gen ○ No Ship ○ Vanilla, Amy and Cream ○ 3.6k
Vanilla, anxious and isolated as she lives, makes room for a bolshy hedgehog girl from nowhere. As painful as that might be for both. The first chapter can be taken alone, the ones to follow maybe less so. Slow and gentle adoptive family. Title is from 'Papa Ed's Oobe' by Whatever, Dad - which inspired the story.
This is the maybe standalone/ maybe first chapter I have been rabbiting *badumm tsss* about. To be clear, I know none of this is particularly canonical.
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sa2ration · 4 months ago
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The little fox has flown the coop! Time to enjoy some quiet.
My piece for the @sthbigbang!! Art for the fic "It Comes and Goes (in waves)" by @acewithapaintbrush! With another piece by @dacieng!
Ace requested I add the warm-up doodles, so here ya go! I love when he breaks <3
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simp999 · 6 months ago
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Lazy Day.
Knuckles The Echidna (movie/tv series) x reader
Sypnosis: Imagine being the first person to help knuckles finally truly relax.
Series: Knuckles (tv series)/ The Sonic Movies
Wc: 1.1k
Themes: Fluff, comfort, can be seen as platonic or romantic.
Note: Takes place in episode 1 of the Knuckles series
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“That’s it, I’m gonna be late for work. You two,” Mrs. Wakowski gestures towards Sonic and Tails, “keep away from Knuckles.” 
“Roger that!” Sonic salutes dramatically, and Tails follows suit,
“Noted, Mrs. Wakowski,”
Mrs. Wakowski manages to phone another friend to give her a ride to work, still fuming, while Sonic shrugs and figures he’ll spend time with Tails. They leave the house to go for a walk- it was a beautiful day after all. Sonic picks up baseball gloves and a ball on the way out of the house, and Tails swishes his tails in excitement when he spots the objects, setting foot out of the house.
A few minutes later you walk in through the doors, a few bags in hand. 
“Hellooo!” You call out.
With no response, you raise a brow. Usually, the trio greets you. You then remember Mrs. Wakosky having work, but that still doesn’t explain the other three. You shrug it off, unloading the groceries on the countertop. You wash a bowl of grapes, walking around with them on the search for your favorite echidna. 
You first check out the workout room, but he’s nowhere to be found. Then, the couch where you’re expecting to find Sonic and tails, but still nothing. Eventually you make it to the attic where Knuckles resides, a grape being tossed into your mouth.
“Knux?” 
He grunts in response, not bothering to turn his head towards you. You tilt your head at him, raising a brow. Then you finally ask him what’s on your mind;
“Knux, what are you doing on the floor?”
“I have been grounded.”
You think for a moment, then chuckle.
“Hun, that doesn’t mean you have to lie on the ground. I expected you to be the type to still train or work out while grounded,”
“I cannot go to the workout area,”
“Are you making up excuses? You? Surely you can still do pushups-and sit-ups,” you teased. 
He swiftly sits up, exclaiming; “You are a genius!” 
You giggle as he sets off to start doing pushups, doing them at an ungodly speed. You always were impressed by his strength, praising him often. Although he claimed that your praises meant nothing, you couldn’t help but notice the way he smiled and sped up whatever exercise he was doing at the time.
You watched him for a little while longer, eating your grapes before getting an idea. You stood next you him and he paused his now one-handed pushups, looking up at you, 
“What do you want?” You knew he didn’t mean to sound rude, so you smiled and replied, “I was just thinking- what if I sat on your back as an extra challenge?”
You’ve done it before, he was the one to ask you to do it last time. 
“Excellent idea! Though, that is no challenge for me.” 
He got back into pushup position, and you quietly sat on his upper back, attempting to balance. Once he counted 10 more pushups, your hand hovered in front of his mouth, grape in hand. He froze for a second, analyzing it, before taking a bite and humming. From then on, you offered him a grape for every 10 pushups. It seemed like a good way to keep him going, as he seemed to speed up.
Once the bowl of grapes was finished, you encouraged him to take a break. It wasn’t easy of course, but you got him to hold off on pushups until you came back with a bowl of other fruit- peaches, apple slices, and mangoes. You came back only to find him doing sit-ups. You sighed and he told you between soft grunts- “I am not doing pushups, like you asked.”
“Well- yes, but the whole point was to give you a small break. How about let’s pause for a little and spend some time together instead?”
He squinted at you, glancing over at your soft smile- one he couldn’t resist. You grabbed a few pillows and blankets from around the house while you got Knuckles to pick a movie that he’d be interested in. When you came back, he hadn’t chosen one, claiming that he only wanted to watch something you would enjoy. Very sweet and all, but you wanted to make sure he didn’t just get up and start working out halfway through the movie. So, you picked three movies of varying genres, and he picked the action one out of them- the one you already assumed he’d like most.
As it played in the background, you asked him what had gotten him grounded. 
“The blue hedgehog wants me to ‘relax,’” he answered with air quotes.
You nod, humming, focusing on the movie. After you’d gotten all snuggled up in the blankets and pillows, he sat a few feet away from you.
“You don’t have to be a stranger, y’know. Come on, sit closer,” You muttered in a low voice, not wanting to talk over the movie too much. He contemplated for a moment, sitting much closer to you now. You offer him an apple slice, holding it to his lips. 
It doesn’t take long before he’s asking you about the movie and why people are doing certain regular human things, you enjoying his short excited comments. He punches the air and kicks his feet when he’s excited over a scene in the movie, too adorable. 
Eventually, he gets tired out and you feel a weight on your shoulder. You smile at the scene before you- you’ve never seen him so calm and peaceful. You’ve seen him happy, you loved playing games with him and the boys, but this was different. Seeing him sleeping was something unusual, as he rarely slept around others. ‘This must mean he feels completely comfortable,’ you thought with a content expression.
You lean back, putting the plate of snacks aside, and his head falls to your chest. As it rises and falls, he snuggles into you in his sleep. You begin to gently pet his fur, taking a moment to press a soft kiss to it. He wraps his arms further around you, tugging you impossibly closer, then loosening his grip. 
It doesn’t take long for you to follow him into dreamland, soft snores emitting from you. Your hand still on his quills, head resting on the pillow behind you.
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
Hours later, Sonic, Tails, and Mrs. Wakowski come back home only to find knuckles relaxing in your hold.
“Huh, I can’t believe I didn’t think of that. He does always seem to calm down around them.”
“I knew they had a thing for eachother!”
“Sonic! Shh, let them rest,”
Tails quietly closes the door, letting the two of you relax in eachother’s arms.
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April.26.24
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thatshadowcomic · 2 months ago
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Messing around (very roughly) with the idea of Shadow being taken over by Doom, and ended up making a whole fanfic as I drew it.🗿🗿🗿
Story:
Shadow is copied, only for eggman to steal his corpse as its being transferred to the GUN fortress. As he does, Eggman starts messing with some ancient magic, maybe even related to Doom's temples or the master emerald.
He wants to reawaken the body and create the ultimate machine/henchmen, but Doom finds his way into the body and returns, seeking revenge on his only remaining creation. Who knows, maybe Eggman captured Dooms eye and straight up tried to control it...or maybe there's more than one "eye".
Imagine Shadow's horror at learning GUN can copy him...imagine the world's horror when Doom returns.
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Throughout the story we hop to Eggman's POV:
Metal sonic grows suspicious of the new minion. Eggman is betrayed after Black Shadow gets his hands on a chaos emerald or maybe even the master emerald?
Metal fails to trap Doom's Eye/Black shadow, instead saving Eggman. Eggman berates Metal for his failure.
Sonic is out of commission following the fight with black Shadow:
If they're to defeat Doom again, they need the information (or maybe the final emerald?) Eggman has, but he won't help them, so metal fights back and steals the info. Doom intercepts, only for Metal to self destruct in the middle of the battle, giving shadow a chance to escape with the details.
Maybe this is the event that causes Metal to leave the eggman empire. Witnessing shadow break free from his creators control might move metal into fighting back on a deeper level.
Some close-ups:
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That's shadow's previous dead body, walking around all fish eyed
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shannonallaround · 2 months ago
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I was reading more of @sparkles-rule-4eva’s fic Enchanted and had to draw this scene its way too adorable ahhhhhh
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lovelylivewirez · 4 months ago
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BAR FIGHT BAR FIGHT BAR FIGHT!!!!
My piece for @sthbigbang, based on @bitttertrees' fic, Castles and Creepy Creatures!
Check out @hel-helly, @dragonofthedepths, and @madcatscookiejar's pieces for this fic too, as well as everyone else's work for the event!
Designs + rambles under the cut!
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I designed each characters' in-game outfits! You'll see them in everyone else's pieces as well :]
First up, Sonic's a bard! His outfit is simple enough, more for practicality than anything. I wanted to add just the tiniest bit of flair with his earings though, as well as keeping a hint of his out-of-game appearance with some sports tape/bandages on his legs. The design of his lute is kind of meant to invoke swirling winds.
Knux is a barbarian! His outfit is mostly inspired by typical DnD barbarian designs + a bit of Karlach from Baldur's Gate 3 (never played it, but our writer sent me her design for inspo). His great axe is mostly based on Sir Gawain's twin blades from Sonic and the Black Knight!
Amy's a paladin! Her armour is heavily based on the Paladin Amy skin from Sonic Forces Speed Battle and Sonic Dash, though a bit simplified and altered to seem more practical. Her hammer is a simplified version of the one from the skin as well.
And lastly, Sticks is a warlock! Her outfit is meant to look like something she quickly put together for the sake of looking like a warlock for the game. Her staff is just a prop she found, and you can see her regular clothes under her cloak!
I had a great time working with everyone and I hope to participate in future Big Bangs! (Perhaps... as a writer? Nah jk... unless...?)
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kittydoremi · 5 months ago
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Drew a cute moment from my Sonic The Night Giant fanfic.
Gently hold the tiny Shadow 🥰💙🖤
Drawn from this part of the fic:
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pastelspindash · 4 months ago
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After his adventure in Camelot is over, Sonic, now King Arthur, realises he can't leave. Desperate to return to his home world, he embarks on a journey. He doesn't account for this journey bringing him closer to his knights, as well as meeting people he never thought he'd have the chance to. As Sonic deals with friendship, magic, love, and the pressure of authority; the most pressing question of all is; which world does he choose?
A sequel to Sonic and the Black Knight.
Thank you to my wonderful artists @sparksketching, @starprincejelly and @thelastmelinian, and also to my beta reader @lumivall! Also, to @silvers-starrway, who I commissioned to make lovely art of the characters ^^ It's been an honour working with you all, and a huge pleasure to be part of @sthbigbang
sparksketching's art
starprincejelly's art
thelastmelinian's art
silvers-starrway's art
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blu-ish · 9 months ago
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Ok so how do you think Shadow reacted when Sonic wasn’t in his arms when he arrived back in green hill
(Sonic prime)
... (Here's my idea as a sample mini-fic cuz I have no self-control.)
He couldn't help the panic that sunk deep within his broken heart. He failed. After everything, and he was still unable to save one of the only people who genuinely cared about him. That was Shadows most rational thought at the moment anyways. Almost tempted to let out a pitiful laugh at the irony of it all.
The hedgehog felt stupid, naive, and absolutely pathetic. Just like before.
What did he think would happen?
His grip loosened after he feels the almost ghostly appearance of the chaos emerald in his quills, the one he'd spent hours scouring for in the past. He doesn't even remember why...
The emerald looked way to much like his eyes, eye's he'd never get to see again.
As much as Shadow was willing to give into the pain, the urge to scream his lunges out, he remembered the mountain-- the prism.
What if...?
Hope burns like a small uncertain ember in his heart, one where the slightest breeze would extinguish it forever. Shadow races up the mountain, emerald in hand, unsure of what he might see--or what he wanted to see. Who he wished to see.
Ruby meets emerald green, and Shadow can breathe again.
...
Shadow tries to ignore the emotional whiplash he had just experienced. He really does. But, he can't help but occasionally stare- no, examine the cobalt hedgehog who sat next to him.
He's here.
He's alive.
His gloved hand twitches, unbeknownst to its owner, it slowly inches its way closer to the hero. Stopping at an invisible barrier, Shadow clears his throat.
"I hope you've at least tried to learn something from all of this."
Sonic's laughter almost makes the agent jump, almost.
"Yeah, yeah. No more smashing super colorful rocks for me, that's for sure!" Sonic played the events they both just endured like another adventure, just another day for Sonic T. Hedgehog. Or so he assumed the blue hedgehog was trying to do.
"I think that would be for the best. For everyone." Shadow concluded, gripping the grass below him a little harder then he meant too. An action that didn't go unnoticed by the hedgehog next to him.
"I'm really gonna miss everyone though, seems kinda silly after everything but..." Sonic sighed, "I'm really glad the guy I ended up getting stuck with was you, Shads."
Turning to face the hedgehog fully. Shadow scanned Sonics face for any indication of sarcasm, only to be met by the most brightest smile he'd ever seen. The warm hues of the sunset didn't help either.
He'd seen Sonic smile, the guy seemed to do it whenever he could. But now, this... felt different, personal. It didn't feel unpleasant either. That scared him, not like he'd ever admit that though.
"And what exactly does that mean?" The darker hedgehog ignored the flush that was most likely on his face right now. Narrowing his brow at the other. He could unpack what he was feeling, later.
"Does grumpy want a list?" Sonic replied playfully. Since when did he start to lean on his side? The blue hero continued, listing his reasons on his fingers.
"Not to mention you've saved my life, more than once, all in practically the same day."
"You saved mine as well, that makes us even." Shadow reminded. It was getting harder and harder to keep eye contact with Sonic. He crossed his arms in mild frustration at himself more than anything.
"We had a bonding moment! You cradled me in your arms, dude!" Sonic exclaimed, moving in even closer somehow to wrap an arm around the flustered hybird.
His mind going blank to find a proper response, he resorted to grumbling. Sonics laughter filled the air again, taking another breath out of Shadows in the process.
"Anyone would've done the same, your life was in immediate danger, I was simply the fastest mode of transportation, simple."
"But it wasn't just anyone Shads... it was you." Shadow had rarely heard the hedgehog sound so serious, but gentle at the same time. As if he was talking to a frightened woodland creature, one that was only mere moments away from fleeing.
He didn't know when they started looking at each others eyes, he also came to the conclusion that Sonics eyes--while similar, shined way brighter than his emerald.
It was Sonics turn to clear his throat, accompanied by a chuckle. "So, yeah... thanks."
What Sonic wasn't expecting was dark arms wrapping themselves around his back. Bringing him close to his rival. Or the soft patch of white fur to tickle so much.
"Don't get used to it.." Was all Shadow said, burying his face unapologetically into his peach shoulder.
"Wouldn't dream of it." Sonic smiled, hugging Shadow tight. The pair stayed like that until the night covered them in a blanket of stars.
It was good to be home.
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hayweerc · 2 days ago
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"Bound by Chaos" AU. Chapter 26 Spoilers ⚠️📖🩸
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blackenedsnow · 1 day ago
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I have a shadow the hedgehog request if its alright..? Can we have shadow with his gf who has a hard time eating? Hates the way they look and its getting to the point where they dont get at all starving themselfs..? Them shadow just gentley comforts them as they cry about how bad they feel about themselfs? Then trys his best to get a meal in them?..thanks and i hope your doing alright
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WARNING: (Implied) Eating disorder, body image issues, self-esteem struggles
PAIRING: Shadow the Hedgehog x Reader
NOTE: Thank you for trusting me with such a sensitive and important topic. If you ever need more comfort stories or anything else, feel free to send me a message. You’re not alone in whatever you’re going through.
SUMMARY: You've been struggling with body image issues for a while, and it’s reached the point where you've started starving yourself. Shadow notices the changes in your behaviour.
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The apartment was quiet, too quiet, and Shadow knew something was wrong. It had been days since he noticed the changes in your behavior—the way you avoided eating, the distant look in your eyes when you stared at yourself in the mirror. Each passing day, it seemed like you were pulling away, and no matter how much he tried to get you to talk, you only pushed him away, retreating into yourself.
He found you sitting on the couch, knees drawn up to your chest, staring off into space. Your face was pale, and your eyes had the dull glaze of exhaustion. It broke his heart to see you like this.
“(Y/N),” he said quietly, taking a seat beside you, “we need to talk.”
You didn’t respond, only pulling your knees tighter against your chest, refusing to meet his gaze.
Shadow wasn’t one for words, but seeing you in this state made him want to try—he had to try. “I’ve noticed you’ve been… avoiding meals,” he said, his voice gentle, but firm. “You haven’t eaten anything all day. Why?”
Tears welled up in your eyes, and for a moment, you didn’t say anything. You had been trying so hard to hide how you felt, but now, with Shadow sitting beside you, asking the one question you couldn’t answer, the dam broke. You covered your face with your hands and let out a shaky breath.
“I-I hate the way I look…” you finally admitted, your voice breaking. “Every time I look in the mirror, I just… I can’t stand it. I feel disgusting, and no matter what I do, it doesn’t get any better. I just… I just want it to stop.”
The raw emotion in your voice sent a wave of sorrow through Shadow. He had seen you struggle before, but he didn’t realize how deep it had gotten until now. Guilt gnawed at him for not saying anything sooner, but he pushed it aside, focusing on you.
“You’re not disgusting,” Shadow said quietly, his deep voice low and soothing. “You are not what you see in the mirror. You are so much more than that.”
You shook your head, tears slipping down your cheeks. “You don’t understand… I feel like I’m never enough. I’m always… always hating myself, and I’m so tired, Shadow. I’m tired of feeling this way.”
His heart ached hearing you say that. Without a word, he shifted closer, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. He held you there, letting you cry into his shoulder, his gloved hand gently rubbing your back in slow, comforting circles.
“I know it’s hard,” Shadow murmured. “I won’t pretend to understand exactly what you’re feeling, but I do know that you are enough—more than enough. Even when you can’t see it, I see it. I always have.”
Your sobs quieted a little as you leaned into his embrace, but the pain was still raw in your chest. “But how can you… how can you even stand to look at me when I feel like this?” you asked, voice trembling with doubt.
Shadow sighed, resting his chin on top of your head. “Because I don’t see you the way you see yourself,” he said softly. “You’ve always been more than just your looks. You’re strong, kind, and… even when you’re struggling, you’re still the person I care about. You don’t have to be perfect.”
He pulled back slightly, just enough to look at your tear-streaked face, wiping away the tears with his thumb. “Let me help you.”
You stared at him, your heart heavy but touched by his words. The truth was, you had been fighting this battle in silence for so long that hearing someone—especially Shadow—offer you comfort and support made the weight on your chest feel a little lighter.
But the ache in your stomach reminded you of how little you’d eaten, and a fresh wave of guilt washed over you. “I-I just don’t feel like I deserve to eat… I hate how I look, and every time I eat, I feel worse.”
Shadow frowned, his red eyes softening with concern. “I know it’s hard, but you need to take care of yourself. You’ve been starving yourself, and that’s only making it worse.”
He stood up and walked over to the kitchen, opening the fridge. You watched as he pulled out some leftovers, simple but nourishing food. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to get something in your system.
“Here,” he said, bringing the plate over. “I know you don’t feel like eating, but you need to. Start small, just a few bites.”
You hesitated, the thought of eating filling you with anxiety, but Shadow’s gentle eyes stayed locked on you, silently encouraging you to take care of yourself.
“Please.” he added softly, holding out the plate.
With a shaky breath, you nodded, taking the plate from him. It wasn’t easy, but with Shadow by your side, you managed to take a few bites. The food sat heavy in your stomach at first, but with each bite, some of the tension started to ease. It wasn’t much, but it was a start.
Shadow stayed beside you, his hand resting gently on your back as you ate. He didn’t push you to finish it all, but the quiet support he offered was more than enough to make you feel like maybe you could keep going.
When you finally set the plate down, you leaned into him again, feeling both exhausted and a little better. “Thank you,” you whispered, your voice raw but sincere.
Shadow wrapped his arm around you again, pulling you close. “You don’t have to thank me,” he murmured. “Just promise me you’ll let me help.”
“I’ll try,” you said softly, resting your head against his shoulder. It was still hard—there were still so many battles ahead—but knowing that Shadow was there, willing to stand by your side, made the road ahead seem just a little less impossible.
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themightyhumanbroom · 6 months ago
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"̶̨̳͝Ỹ̵̗̞̎O̸͇̕U̴̻͙̾R̴̬͝ ̴̩̫̈̀I̴̡̥͘S̸̩̉͝L̴͔̇̀ͅÁ̵͈͚̒N̶̠͒D̵̦͙̍ ̸̧̮̑W̴͔̃ͅI̴͗̇͜L̸̡̥̈́͝L̵̖̟̆̋ ̵̪̄F̵̢͋̆A̸͍̎́L̶̝͖̋L̸͍͒́ ̶͓̓̓Y̸̬͗O̶̦̬͌͝U̸̧͊-̶̤͚͒͌"̷̦͓̂͌
POOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWW!!!
And thus, Knuckles punched Surge back to normal. Banishing the Metal Virus back to her subconscious.
Art I had commissioned from the phenomenal @SETHWIJEZ on Twitter!
This is a scene from this chapter of my fic "Come As You Are."
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pocketscribbs · 8 days ago
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It’s officially been 1 year since I started shipping these two
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space-gutz · 9 months ago
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(guy who spent way too long on this image) hiiii :3
This is a drawing I made for my fic about Metal being abandoned for a decade after Robotnik's death and how Sonic ends up finding him & trying to restore him. It's also kind of a deep dive into Metal's personality and character. This is my first ever finished multichapter fic!! :D
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