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[saphstories]

To Those Who Wait

Dark clouds rolled across the evening sky over the Island, and it wasn’t but a moment later that Sonic let out a grumble at the gentle rainfall that misted his quills. Normally, rain wasn’t so cumbersome for him, but ever since getting zapped by that weird energy that had imprisoned Amy… 

Sonic let out a sigh and resumed his quick pace across the hills of the Island. He couldn’t stop; Amy was still mostly a ghost, and until she was safe, there wasn’t time to slow down. Whatever that hologram girl wanted, however those giant Titans fit into the picture, Amy–his friends needed him. They wouldn’t get anywhere if he just stood around, rain or no rain. Still… “Wish we were sharing an umbrella, Amy.” Sonic smiled to himself, his discomfort with the weather cheering slightly with the thought of his best gal. His cheeks tinted pink, his imagination conjuring the perfect picture: he and Amy, huddled together under an umbrella in a meadow of wildflowers, her warmth and softness pressed against him, his nose tickled with her sweet floral strawberry scent… Maybe, when all this was over… that could be? Maybe not with the rain, but just him and Amy, together at- 

His sneakers left skids in the muddy ground as the blue hedgehog hit his brakes, blinking against the rain at the sweet spot of pink in the distance. A grin split his muzzle.  There, closer than he���d thought, sitting among a vale of wildflowers, was the most beautiful Rose of them all despite the ghostly quality of her appearance. He shook his head and zoomed over, slowing down to a stroll just before he reached her. Her head was down, her eyes sad, her gentle fingers softly stroking a wildflower’s petals though she couldn’t touch them, and his heart clenched for her. 

“Hey, still thinking about the Koko?” Amy whirled around at Sonic’s approach, her green eyes momentarily wide with surprise, before she relaxed and faced forward again with a sigh and a nod. 

“Yeah, and more.” She confessed. “I’m not sure what happened, but I know what I saw: a love that transcended time. I believe in that power.” Out of her sight, Sonic’s lips twitched up in a fond smile, his emerald eyes soft as he gazed at her. “When this is over, I want to share that love with the world. Even though… it may take us far apart.” 

Amy fell silent, nibbling her bottom lip, her ears and eyes lowered. “I know you’ll do great.” Sonic fought to keep a supportive smile on his face as he knelt down next to her, to keep his tone light and encouraging. Because if he believed in anything… he believed in his Rose. “And I want to hear all about it when you come back.” When Amy met his eyes, with that radiant smile and shining eyes, he knew he said the right thing. His own smile was more genuine as he rose back to his feet. He zipped away before his facade could crack, before the truth could show. 

Sonic ran and ran, speeding across tumbling hills and ancient monuments, until a cliffside covered in flowers forced him to stop. He closed his eyes and tried to breathe through the ache in his chest that reverberated through his bones. For the first time, he was thankful for the rain, the splashing of the waves against the rocky cliffs that misted over his fur. 

“Amy…” Sonic whispered brokenly. “I should’ve made up my mind sooner…” 

It was poetic, wasn’t it? Just when he’d finally decided what he wanted, when he finally decided to stop running away and embrace what had been there all along… he, Sonic the Hedgehog, the Fastest Thing Alive, Hero of Mobius… he had been too slow. He’d missed his chance. For all the times he’d pushed Amy away, for all the times he’d rebuffed and refused her… now that he wanted her, she was leaving him behind. 

No. Sonic shook his head, a newfound determination in his emerald eyes. He wouldn’t do this to Amy. Not after all the years of patience, kindness, and acceptance she’d shown him. She’d waited for him, and now it was his turn. He would be supportive, he would be encouraging, he would be joyful for her on this path she’d chosen. He would be patient, kind, and accepting. And if her path realigned with his like Sonic hoped it would, well… it would be worth the wait for her. 

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Sunshine gleamed through the station’s stained glass windows, and Amy’s pink quills shone with a radiance that mirrored her beaming smile and glimmering green eyes. Sonic grinned back at her, just as the train’s whistle blew. The five minute warning before departure. “I suppose that’s my cue.” Amy laughed. 

Sonic snubbed his nose. “I can’t wait to hear about all the trouble you get into.” He teased. 

Amy giggled and tossed her arms around Sonic’s shoulders. “I’m gonna miss you!” Sonic closed his eyes and tightened his arms around her waist, taking a moment to memorize the soft warmth of her fur, the floral strawberry scent of her quills, before he decided on a little fun and swung her around, laughing when she shrieked and squealed. “Soniiiiic!” 

The train whistle blew again, two short blasts that signalled the one-minute boarding warning. “All aboard.” Amy grinned, picking up her suitcase. 

Sonic couldn’t help himself. He raised his hand and cupped her cheek, watching as her beautiful green eyes widened, feeling her pulse quicken under his glove as he leaned down and so very lightly brushed his lips on her other cheek. Pulling back, the beautiful coloring in her cheeks, the wonder in her eyes, gave him hope. 

The train whistle blew its final warning, and Sonic watched Amy startle, grab her suitcase, and dart onto the train just before the doors closed. Sonic ran alongside the platform, waving, as the train departed the station. Even when the crowds around him dispersed, Sonic remained, watching until she vanished behind the horizon. “You’re gonna do great, Ames, I know it. Show the world a love that transcends time, and when you’re ready, if you still want it, I’ll be right here waiting for you with one of my own.”

(Welcome to this Day Masterpost!)

[kittygamer2888]

Maurice go brrrrr

[estellardreams]

*Gives Charlie and Marley a trunk full of explosives.

Have fun. 😁

"Ooh! Thank you! I know just what to do with this."

*Invades @kittygamer2888's askbox*

[e-vay]

If Sony were the one who was pregnant, it would be NOTHING like Boom!Baby. For one, Sony would never get kidnapped because Amias would be monitoring her every second of every day and not let ANYBODY get near his family.

Although Sony did want to have Amias' baby, she hated every second of being pregnant. She still exercised regularly to try and feel as much like herself as possible, but for most of the time she only had two moods:

But Amias doted on her endlessly and smothered her in even more love than usual to try to make the experience as pleasant as possible.

**(@saphstories told me about this trend where people were CAREFULLY holding their pregnant partner's belly and then CAREFULLY lifting it up to alleviate the weight of the baby and it was so cute how the pregnant partner would immediately melt and just be so happy. So I had to include it!)

Whether it's Sonic & Amy or Sony & Amias, they each agree to only have the one baby. Sony was more adamant about it though.

[totaleclipse573]

Aaaand @one-half-guy (and technically @saphstories) suggested "Doleon genuinely, unpretentiously and carefreely smiling" so here he is

Never again

[saphstories]

Blake, I swear if you don't BOOK IT OUT OF ELYSIA RIGHT NOW-

The constant urge to chuck Blake into everyone's AU.

He's canonically a dimension hopper. He could do it. He has done it. Maybe he's there right now. Standing in the background of the last scene you worked on all >:]

[saphstories]

Clichés

To say he didn't know when it started, that it happened suddenly, without warning was cliché and ignorant and quite frankly would be a waste of his time.

He knew exactly when it began.

Where all things like this began, he supposed.

He wasn't impressed by her upon first sight. She was a bat and a thief, yet something in her eyes, the curve of her smirk, led him to think there was something worthwhile in her. Something beneath thief and spy. He didn't give himself time to weigh on it. He had a promise to fulfill. A mission to complete.

It would have been the wise course of action not to save her. He had a time limit, he had more important things to do than play hero for a reckless bat... but he did. He went back. He saved her. And when she asked why... he didn't provide her an answer.

It wasn't that he couldn't. Or that he didn't know. It wasn't a sudden burst of reason in his plot for vengeance. It wasn't Maria's spirit reaching through to him that made him act.

Simply put... that annoying bat had far too much in her to die in such a way.

And then he fell. He remembered Maria's true wish. He turned coat on the Professor's plan and gave his life so the people of that planet could achieve their chances to be happy. He would have died, satisfied in the knowledge that he fulfilled his sister's last wish, that everyone, including the bat worth too much, could be happy.

But he didn't die. For all intents and purposes, he may as well have been, given he had no memory of who he was or what he was meant to do. Nothing but his name, and the gruesome image of blood and gunfire.

But she found him. She was a stranger, but she needed him, and loathe he was to admit it, he needed her. He needed answers, she needed her scores, and in that theirs was a mutually beneficial partnership.

He wondered why, at first, she hung around him during the invasion. When he was lost and confused, when darkness whispered lies in his ears, when the truth suddenly came to light after fifty years... there she still was. He couldn't fathom why, but the only conclusion he could draw was the same one he'd drawn. That as he had seen something in her... maybe she'd seen something in him. He couldn't imagine what, and he didn't want to know for the longest time. It was easier, not to dwell on things that could never last.

But they had. For years, she remained at his side, no matter how abrasive or antisocial or simply unpleasant he was. Their banter became the highlights of his day. He looked forward to her sarcasm, always executed with deadly precision and elegance that he couldn't not enjoy it. Her loyalty to him, her unwavering trust, he knew it hadn't been freely given… they were alike in that regard. And in her trust in him… he learned to trust in her.

He began seeking her out. Simply for the pleasure of her company. She was intriguing, an enigma disguised as an open book, and it was a puzzle he looked forward to solving. Each discovery about her was a victory he relished in.

Of course he noticed when his curiosity of her shifted from platonic to something deeper, stronger… scarier. He forced himself to draw back, to analyze the meaning behind this subtle shift. He wondered if this was just of him… was this something he was even capable of pursuing? Was it selfish of him to want more than friendship with her? He spent many nights on the roof of their apartment, watching the stars, figuring it out one constellation at a time. Could this be something she desired as well? What if he was the only one? Was it worth the risk? Could he even be this selfish? …Maria had wished for him to give everyone a chance for happiness; did that, perhaps, include him, too? Was his heart something even worth giving away? …After loving and losing once in his life… could he do it again, knowing the risk?

“I spent the past several months attempting to answer those questions.” He licked his lips and met her teal eyes. Was it the candlelight that made her eyes glow so radiantly…or was it just her?

“Did you answer them?” She tilted her head curiously, her lips curled into a similar smirk as it had been when they'd first met. Only warmer, fonder, sweeter. It gave him hope.

“Yes… and no.” He confessed. “I… I do think that… Maria meant her wish to include me. And, I hope I am right when…when I dare say, you desire this as I do.” Her smirk widens. He knows that smirk, and relief courses through him at the sight of it. The smirk she only smiled when something was stated that should be glaringly obvious. He glances down at the bouquet in his hands, playing with the bejeweled string. “But I don't…I don't know if I can be the love you deserve. I don't know if I can love like I had before, but… I do… want to try. And I want to try with you… for you. If that is alright with you.” His ruby eyes peek up hopefully.

There are many clichés about love. They say it is sudden, that it comes unexpectedly. That, in Shadow's knowledge of love, is ludicrous. Love is a choice. It is something built on a foundation of trial and error and mistake and joy.

But, judging by the warmth that blooms in Shadow's chest where he once had a heart worth giving, by the sparks that sing through his fur upon her soft kiss… not all clichés on love were untrue.

@shadougeweek2025 🥰🥰🥰

(Welcome to this Day Masterpost!)

[kittygamer2888]

*Sends Kit the loves

Hshdhshdgsg-- i was feeling a but tired so, thx.

I kinda needed that ngl--

[estellardreams]

[To Star the Wolf]

Uppies?

[immediately picks her up]

Nobody take her from me she's my child now.

[saphstories]

I have been summoned...

This is one of my favorite lines from The Three Sovereigns:

"I said no homemade fireworks!"

"It wasn't me, I swear!"

I shall tag @e-vay @maddiebwrites to play if they so desire!

Out of context line tag

Thank you @late-to-the-fandom! I actually have a perfect line I just wrote that's stabbing me in the chest rn so I need to post it.

He could only be loved as much as he could live up to perfection. And he had known, for a long time, that meant he could not be loved at all.

Yes this is from a Sonic fic but I'm not saying anything else about it yet 😈

Tagging: @sparkles-rule-4eva (I'm chasing you down for more Enchanted content lol) @mama-qwerty and umm I don't remember who else writes stuff at the moment cuz I'm tired so open tag please jump if you want!

[the-sky-queen]

Tagged by @kittygamer2888! Thanks Kit! :D

Rules: Answer and tag nine people you want to get to know better and catch up with.

Favorite color: Purple

Last song: Faker by Thai McGrath (Shadow Gens fan song)

Currently reading: I am beta reading a fic for @saphstories! You should check it out when she posts it! It's so good!!!!

Currently watching: DuckTales (This is my way of coping so I don't go looking for Sonic 3 spoilers . . .)

Currently craving: I really want Cupbop . . .

Coffee or tea: I don't drink either actually 😅

Hobby to try: I want to get into crochet! There's a tutorial for a little hedgehog I found that I REALLY want to make.

Current AU: With Great Power Comes, my Sonic Prime AU, has been getting the most attention recently! (Specifically the New Yolk part of the story: A Spark Soaring Down Through the Pouring Rain.)

Tagging: @saphstories @estellardreams @totaleclipse573 @boom-fanfic-a-latta @the1andonlyblu3 @13magicshadow13 @cattyanon @midnightshard06 @fantasiac

[saphstories]

Happy Birthday to the one and only Blue Blur!

[estellardreams]

[To Zha Tianfei]

Uppies.

"Okay, fine. Why not?"

[the-sky-queen]

@saphstories Both of us have done this over the course of last night and this morning XD

Your friends watching something for the first time and getting to that scene VS you, the knower.

[the-sky-queen]

Silly little Rouge doodle because @saphstories says I don't draw her enough and I agree.

[saphstories]

Beauty

Something soft and fragrant landed on her forehead. Her nose twitched, and in the gentle breeze, it floated on its merry way.

Until another took its place. Her nose scrunched, but she refused to open her eyes. It was joined by another, and her lips curled into a smirk at the quiet snicker beside her. “Don't you know it's rude to disturb a lady's beauty sleep?” Rouge drawled without opening her eyes.

Her companion was silent for a moment. Then, tender fingers curled around her muzzle and encouraged her head to turn. His thumb caressed the plump curve of her cheek, indulgently letting it follow the supple line of her chin to stroke her lips. “I don't think that's necessary; your beauty surpasses ethereal.”

Rouge opened her eyes to be gently flooded with warm ruby red, brightly lit with a small reverent smile, so rarely seen aside from these moments where words and smiles like that were safe for him to indulge her with.

Rouge hoped for the day her Shadow would feel safe in any setting, but for now, this was more than enough. She took one of the flowers, a vibrant red tulip, and twirled it gently between her fingers. “If I'm ethereal,” She announced, tucking the tulip behind his ear and allowing her fingers to reciprocate the slow caress down his face. He closed his eyes and leaned into her hand. “Then you are priceless.”

Shadow opened his eyes, the tenderness and adoration melting her heart into a puddle, and he rolled to hover over her on their picnic blanket, the gentle wind traversing through the meadow gently ruffling his shiny black fur. The tulip, surprisingly, remained behind his ear. Some would see it and laugh, the Ultimate Lifeform with a flower in his fur, but Rouge's breath caught… He'd never been more breathtaking.

Shadow chuckled, and before she could be embarrassed about that slip of tongue, he leaned down, and she melted even further against his sweet and tender kiss. She felt more petals drop around and on her, and she giggled. When laughter and teasing broke their kiss, their smiles rivaled the beauty of the flowers around them.

@shadougeweek2025 🥰

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