#flashsonic
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schizolabratt · 1 year ago
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If these redraws get rid of all the gay shit I’m gonna be real pissy on behalf of all Flasoni/FlashSonic/Soniflash shippers.
On an unrelated note, why does this ship have so many FUCKING NAMES.
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badjohnspeakeasy · 1 year ago
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Just ONE and Murata stuff.
YES I heard about the Season 3 trailer. I'm not expecting much so I don't care lol
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okiedokie-sophie · 1 year ago
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Love these two
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freebakeryfireroad · 5 months ago
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your greatest fear/desire
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galakianexplosion · 4 months ago
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Almost gave up but i did end up finishing it
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mephistoxic3 · 6 months ago
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忍村篇进行中,这两个看起来无性别的小忍者太萌了
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manondeclairmont · 4 days ago
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Compensation
My commission, art by @Asks36318753 on X.
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toxictwyla · 1 year ago
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The eyes thing 😵
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carma-tjol · 1 year ago
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daisymerollingg · 6 months ago
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Speed-o'-sound Sonic wasn't fond of the cold.
He never was. He hated it. It was inconvenient. It made you more vulnerable, more dependent. Weaker.
In order to shape unbreakable ninja assassins, the village made sure to prepare them for all conditions and circumstances. One of them, being, of course, winter and its fanged white.
It was the training he loathed out of all. He didn't really hate any of his training, despite being in the lower class and having to undergo the most torturous exercises. If anything, he rather relished in them, took them on with manic enthusiasm.
The next morning he'd wake up with the usual blare of the morning alarm, and he'd drink in the sweet stings of his sores and bruises that stretched across the planes of his muscles. He loved knowing how strong he was getting.
In winter, the village would force them to train outside, bathe in the freezing lake, and sleep on the cold grass. They wouldn't even give them a futon. Only those who performed well that day were granted blankets, but they were practically useless due to how thin they were. It was almost a mockery.
Fortunately enough, they weren't so cruel to let them sleep on snow. Hence when the snow finally came and encased the green land, they would be allowed back into their shared rooms.
Regardless.
He hated the way his body shook with quivers under the moonlight, hated the hunger that made him curl further into himself and wrap his shivering arms around his abdomen tighter. He despised the fact that his classmates weren't struggling as much as he was. It was a genetic defect at best and a hindrance at most.
Even after so many nights, so many years, his body still hadn't adapted enough in deep contrast with the others.
Flash was a top performer at this point, and by some miracle hadn't discarded him and Sonic's 'companionship' of sorts. Flash alone knew about Sonic's incessant struggles. He noticed how quiet Sonic would get in winters, how his features would always foster a ghostly frown. Especially when they were eating their usual portions of tasteless stew, Flashy flash would steal a side glance at his friend, watching as he huddled into himself. Head low, back arched forward, shoulders high to level with his ears, and slim hand hurriedly taking one spoonful after the other.
Flash would wait to make sure that no one else was awake and all the mentors had gone off to shelter back in the village. Boldly, a boldness he had adopted from Sonic, he'd shuffle close to the shivering, silent mess of his friend, who refused to close his mouth so his teeth wouldn't rattle against itself
"Cold?" He'd whisper as he draped the light cloth over Sonic, then moved closer so they were both huddled beneath it. Sonic's eyelids fluttered open, brows still tilted in a deep sneer, frustrated by his state.
He shuffles closer to Flash. "This thing's useless." He refers to the blanket with a light quake in his hushed tone. The spindly thing did little to shield him from the icy breeze, basically cutting through the material.
Flash didn't mind the small puff of cold air hitting his face. He nodded. "Yeah. I only use it for some peace of mind."
Flash's arms outstretch and his hands press against Sonic's neck and back, drawing him into a quiet embrace. Sonic shifts closer with his companions's movement, his forehead resting on Flash's shoulder.
"Peace of mind." Sonic scoffs, leaning into Flash's warmth. 
His curled body's trembles don't seize completely but ease under the arms enveloping him, the body curving around him.
The wrinkles lining Sonic's features slowly begin to smoothen out, and he concurs: 
The winter's cold, but at least he's here. .
Sonic now understood the look Flashy flash spared him when he passed by the room, his gaze falling onto Sonic's sprawled form on the rusted bed, jaw clenching and hissing inhales as his hand clutched the mattress. At that moment, Sonic just so happened to open his squeezed eyes and meet Flash's oddly gaunt gaze.
Back then, it was unreadable. Now looking back, it probably was a parting glance. Not a 'goodbye' or 'farewell' glance. A parting glance.
That bastard.
He'd find him, and he'd settle the score with him. He hated him.
The city, with tall buildings and loud noises, was unkind to him. Not that it mattered to him. It didn't. He was unkind back.
His frame stiffens at the sharp pang shooting through his body. He sucks in a quick inhale between gritted teeth and carefully reattempts to lie down, trying not to place any form of pressure on the poorly bandaged wound on his side.
He was reckless and momentarily forgot about heroes, and greatly underestimated them.
And it was winter.
It was snowing, too.
At least he found a cave. But still, his body continues to shake vigorously.
He feels oddly empty. Not physically. Not because of the cold. Something gnaws at his insides. It strains at his heart and it laddens his already exhausted muscles.
And somehow it makes the cold bite, much, much deeper.
His face crinkles and constricts further.
The winter's cold, and he doesn't like that loneliness feels colder.
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gottaarc · 1 year ago
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I don't draw the FlashSonic ship very often but honestly I found the reference for this image and thought it was like a perfect fit for them TT-TT
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criscura · 11 months ago
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Broken 💔💔
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mobupsykos · 1 year ago
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Bro, Flash cares for Sonic so much like look at his face here!! I know it was an illusion but it really shooked him. I’m glad Sonic has someone there for him now.
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freebakeryfireroad · 1 year ago
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Alien stage x Flasonic
original animation: VIVINOS (alien atage 6)
lineart(trace):@kyoooya_
coloring and finalization: me
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galakianexplosion · 7 months ago
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Silly Flash and Sonic whatever memes
Hidden here :3
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Theyre spinning in the microwave that is my brain, i am going to start changing rent with how frequently i think about them lately😒
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peipakao · 10 months ago
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ninninssss. i forgot flashs hairclips
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