#unleashed au

[joowee-feftynn]

i doodled gaia pink again (and also doing a few design changes)

[cyberkiller125]

A new chapter is out now

Fanfiction.net link

[pinkjunepeanut]

Where’s the Beauty in this Beast?: Chapter 4

It proved to be the easiest thing to do… nothing. Simply sitting on his hunches and waiting passively for the tension to die down between the two canine-like types, and for realization to dawn on the tiny creature that he meant no harm. It seemed to be working, the little male’s brows knitting together in confusion at Sonic’s behavior, before amber eyes widened a second later. Red-violet fur peeked out from behind the stone and cautiously tip-toed closer, visibly ready to sprint if the need would arise.

Although excited at his progress, Sonic steeled himself and resisted any temptation to greet the creature again; that reaction would only be his downfall. Tentatively walking closer, the small creature stopped about a foot away and curiously warbled another line of nothingness. Sonic frowned at the garbling but sensed the meaning through the little one’s tone and voice. Pulling his ears back and smoothing out his fur, Sonic stooped down and rumbled softly, making sure to hide his fearsome fangs from sight. The small creature tilted its head slightly before baring its stubby canines and beaming happily. Enlightened by this accomplishment, Sonic’s tail happily wagged behind him, the whirlwind stirring up swaying grass, and he leaned forward to sniff his new acquaintance. The bubbly little male laughed at the touch and gently shoved Sonic’s muzzle back a few paces, still giggling to itself.

An energizing warmth swelled in Sonic’s chest that trailed down to his speedy tail and he panted excitedly, happy to have changed the little guy’s mind of him. Little guy? He paused from his playfulness and perked up, gazing at the rising sun poking over the horizon and the light encompassing such brilliant beauty. That same warmth seemed to have spread throughout his body and now was basking him in its heat, a sudden new awareness taking place in his mind all the while. By the time the light and warmth dissipated from his body, thousands of questions came tumbling through his mind, more specifically… What just happened? He peered down at his form and was surprised to see his original cobalt fur coating his body, along with peach arms and a tan stomach painting his features. His brows knitted together again. “Wha—” He felt for his throat in alarm. He could talk again. What the heck was going on?

“Um… e-excuse me… Mister Monster Guy?”

Sonic peered down at a much clearer version of the stranger he was just interacting with. Indeed, it did seem to hold certain dog features, a Chihuahua hybrid of some sort, with maroon fur and tufts of white fluff coating its underbelly, tail, and hair. Like he witnessed before, fairy-like wings were jutting out of its back, and on the center of its chest… Was that a green stone? Sonic rubbed his head at the new information and looked back at the awaiting stranger. Clearly it had said something from before and was waiting for a response. Embarrassed at the predicament, Sonic scratched the back of his head and chuckled, “Sorry, little guy. I couldn’t get the last part you said. Mind repeating that?”

The little chihuahua blinked at him, hearing Sonic’s true voice for the first time, but then shrugged it off. “I was wondering how you did that. That was amazing!” It was clearly a he, with the scratchy tone in his voice, and the ball of fluff jumped into the air, beating his wings incessantly and flying around Sonic from all directions, his mouth going at blinding speeds. “First you were with those teeth! And those claws! And then BAM! You’re now a… a…” He halted his chatter, clearly trying to find what to call Sonic.

“Hedgehog.” Sonic scratched under his nose lazily. “Sonic the Hedgehog.”

“Sonic, that’s a cool name! I like that name!” The little guy pumped up a fist in mid-flight and then looked back at Sonic curiously. “But how did you do that changing stuff?”

Sonic suppressed a sigh and placed a hand on his hip, “Honestly, I have no idea.” He off-handedly muttered, “but I hope I don’t go through that again…” His friend cocked his head at that. Sonic turned back towards him, “You got a name?”

The maroon fella frowned in thought till looking down in worry, contemplating over something. “Hmmmm… huh?” He jumped in alarm, “what IS my name?” He dropped to the ground and started running in circles. “AHHH! I don’t know! I can’t remember!”

Sonic was taken back by this news. Can’t remember? Does that mean… He hoped he was wrong, but only one way to test that theory. “You forgot who you are?” He had run into amnesiacs before, Shadow being the most popular, and adding another one to the list was not something he was looking forward to. The Chihuahua’s little nod was all the confirmation he needed.

“Yep. I remember something falling from the sky…” He reenacted the scene, quite clumsily, and continued, “and everything just going all white… and then nothing! I can’t remember a thing past that!” He sulked in defeat, clearly troubled by his dilemma.

Uh oh, did I fall on him? Sonic sweat dropped. It was bad enough when someone lost a sense of who they were, but to be the one to cause it? This couldn’t possibly get any worse. His thoughts were interrupted by the poor amnesiac again.

“Oh, MAN, what am I gonna do?! What CAN I do? Where do I go from here?!” He was flying in every which direction, talking to almost any innate object (or Sonic) around in his panicked state. “What’ll I… Oof, I’m hungry.” He fell from the air like a sack of potatoes, Sonic’s quick reflexes being the sole savior for the little guy. Catching him with ease, Sonic chuckled to himself.

Reminds me of Charmy. He hadn’t spent much time with the Chaotix in a while, but just spending a day at the trio’s HQ can prove how much of a handful Charmy can “bee.” Looking on the bright side, Sonic chose to be the voice of reason. “Hey, don’t worry! I’ll help you get your memory back.”

Amber eyes blinked owlishly at him in awe, and he fainted a smile, “Really? You mean it?” He leapt out of Sonic’s hands and plopped on his head, Sonic not minding at all.

“Absolutely!” He takes a couple steps, beginning his new quest. “I’m sure we’ll find somebody who knows you if we look around.” Though talking-dog-fairies might be harder to find.

A maroon-and-white- face leaned over his head and peered into his eyes with a wide grin, jumping off and resorting to flying side-by-side. “Oh, thank you! You’re the best, Mister Monster Gu—I mean, Sonic the Hedgehog!”

Sonic grinned at lifting his friend’s spirits and slapped five with him before looking out into the distance and spotting the towns from before. He glanced back at his flying buddy and jabbed a thumb in said direction. “Wat’ya say we check out that town then. There’s bound to be something they know, and who knows, good grub too!”

His companion excitedly nodded and seated comfortably on his head, holding onto his quills for support. “That sounds great! Ready when you are!”

And with that, the Blue Blur took off and without knowing, was on the start of a new adventure, one that would be changing him in many ways for the better.

[keferon]

………..OKAY listen I know this looks and sounds a bit weird but..like…just imagine ummm fantasy and medieval aesthetic but with robots? And like…there’s some kingdoms and wars….and knights, who’s supposed to fight evil.

And robo-demons and robo-dragons and robo-magic. You got the idea.

And in all this - Blurr is a knight who loves messing with questionable magic so one day he summons a demon. I mean. On purpose. To serve him and help him fight and stuff. He’s pretty good at forbidden dark magic and knows all he need to know to control this demon.

The thing he doesn’t know though - the creature he summoned was once a knight too. And much much more knowledgeable in dark magic than him~

Next ->

Tasty art

[domsaysstuff]

Okay so this idea has been rocking around my empty skull for some time now just we know that Eddie can be a pretty mean DM and a shithead and I've been thinking abt romances in D&D and how it would work in Hellfire

And I had this thought that Eddie would like be "no romances!!" to the Corroded Coffin group (before the kids joined) and they're like why? and Eddie just to tease them says that he doesn't want to pretend to fall for their smelly ugly faces

Which just motivates them to try and seduce like every character that Eddie introduces for a fucking month and it leads to the creation of the rule: Every romance/seduction directed roll must be rolled above 15 to succeed AND if Eddie decides that the attempt is particularly bad the roll is with disadvantage

The Corroed Coffin boys are obviously teasingly like ohhh so we get an advantage if it's good?

"Doubt that would happen boys, but sure, if you make me, Eddie fucking Munson, to blush like a fair maiden then you'll get the advantage on the roll"

They try, they really do, but all the CC boys succeed in doing is killing off all of their party in three sessions and Gareth who is a little shit is actually rolling his third character (because the consequences of a failure are fucking brutal) by the time Jeff and [unnamed freak] give up

After that they know better (except Gareth who still sometimes does that just to annoy Eddie and be a little shit) to try and then the kids join Hellfire and Eddie has even less of an desire to flirt with fucking Wheeler, Henderson and Sinclair (they're baby children!!)

But the kids are a little shits too and they see Gareth being a little shit so they copy

It ends badly for them, they gripe about Eddie being unfair because like "all three of us have girlfriends Eddie and you don't so we clearly know more about romance then you do" Dustin not only gets a flick on the head for that but his character might have ended up being put into situations™ throughout the session that are "totally unfair!"

But fair to say all of Hellfire knows the rules and all of hellfire knows that no matter how well they try and how smooth they are (they really aren't ever smooth) Eddie will not blush or even consider they attempts as "good", the best they got was "tolerable" (Lucas got it and he's still very proud of it, as he deserves okay?), Eddie is impossible to fluster and so it's just is this fun thing they sometimes do when they feel particularly like little shits

And that's it about it

Until Vecna and all the upside down shit and the surprising friendship of Eddie and Steve happens

And suddenly Steve Harrington is not only sitting but playing D&D

Everything is going actually pretty good and Dustin practically vibrates out of his chair at how proud he is of Steve for how well he is doing so far and then

And then Steve tries to flirt with a pretty bard

Dustin deflates, he is ready for the absolute disaster that is going to fall upon Steve, he makes eye contact with Lucas - both of them ready with "it was actually a pretty good line tho!" at the tip of their tongues to defend Steve's decisions, he doesn't know Eddie's special rules after all and it would be funny to see Steve fail, sure, but it's Steve's first game and the kids wanted it to be good for Steve so convincing him to play again would be easier

But now Eddie is going to absolutely rip into him and Steve will never want to play again and-

"Roll with advantage" Dustin gasps, audibly, loudly, the room is silent, except for Steve who's very unaware of the chaos he just created and just rolls the dices, his usual confidence in place

And if someone looked closely - and all of the hellfire is fucking looking - Eddie Munson has indeed a light blush on his face

[daily-odile]

everything is the same except Odile is the one looping

oh. heheheheh. muahahahaha. hold on *digs through my pile of disorganized sketches*

Odile loops au; a sketch compilation!!

Some old fic drabbles + associated sketches under cut (a6 secret spoilers):

hc: Since equipment carries over, as long as Odile uses her book in a fight, she can write down notes and have it carry over loops

toxic doomed yuri (for a more fleshed out fic I highly recommend The Sweetest Thing by soreimoon, it's amazing)

[sweeneydino]

Penguins of New York City/Sewers, Skipper.

The penguins do get a little quirky when mutated.

[weirdozjunkary]

The thing about MVA Sonic is that he is basically OBSESSED with werewolves! He thinks they’re super cool! So if he met any version of the werehog, he’d be absolutely ecstatic about it.

AU Werehog- @donelywell

[donelywell]

November 21 2023

Some fan art for @weirdozjunkary's MvA AU and their Werehog AU.

I absolutely adore the goobers and reading their stories are a lot of fun! MvA was a childhood film of mine and throwing my childhood videogame (and current hyperfixation) tickled my brain.

I'm going to make fan art of every au/ story I love eventually and no one can stop me.

[unkown-boi-blog]

Cursed Fairytopia au, could’ve made it worse by drawing the Werehog instead but I realised the most cursed part of this au would be Eggman as Laverna

[hedgehog-moss]

French TV journalist having a hard time trying to get woman in the street to comment on Macron's latest speech yesterday

Protesters organised casserolades (aka banging on pots and pans) in front of city halls across the country at 8pm, when Macron was speaking, to symbolically drown out his voice. Later that evening, Macron was filmed singing a song with some 'random people' in a street in Paris, trying to show he can go out and meet people and have fun because protesters don't exist. The people he was singing with (members of a choir, some of whom are 'alt-right-leaning') were using a folk song app created by far-right activists that was criticised a few months ago for hosting a Spanish fascist anthem & Third Reich military marches.

The government's response was that the President "couldn't know the background of the people he met that night." Maybe if he wants to avoid being associated with the far-right (that's a big if, I know), Macron should keep in mind that with the kinds of strategies and positioning his government has adopted lately, people in the street who welcome him with open arms and are proud to be filmed with him have a higher than average likelihood of supporting fascism.

[joowee-feftynn]

so since sonic unleashed started foing things to my brain i decided to revisit an old au pink diamond concept. it's basically just "what if pink absorbed one of dark gaia's fragments and instead of looking like a werewolf she looks like one of it's minions", and i like her quite a lot tbh

[cyberkiller125]

New Chapter is now out after a slight delay

Fanfiction.net link

[pinkjunepeanut]

Where’s the Beauty in this Beast?: Chapter 1

Sonic the Werehog in Unleashed gets a bad wrap in the games, and I decided to do it justice; inspired by multiple one-shot fanfics, Sonic undergoes a transformation every night, both physically and mentally.

An adaptation to the game storyline but with a Feral Werehog out to save the world! Small tweaks and stuff to keep readers on their toes, so don't expect a story parallel to the games. We're going all out tonight!

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“S-Sonic!” The rotund man with his infamous large mustache and leathery red coat cowered in fear at the sight before him. Floating ten feet off the ground in a strong aura of confidence was none other than Sonic the Hedgehog, hero of Mobius and Earth, wielder of all seven Chaos Emeralds, and currently, in the form of his ultimate trump card, Super Sonic. The hedgehog’s golden quills flowed free like the wind in the Research Facility, the stale air indoors doing little to tamper with the hero’s purity. Had it not been for the vacuum of space lurking outside the metal walls, Dr. Eggman would have devised an emergency escape route to his next base to fight again (and achieve world domination) another day. But currently being inside a spaceship with no other safe passages to seek refuge through, the great scientist was, in no joking manner, scrambling for a way out. Brought to his knees, he resorted to the only alternative he had… beg for mercy.

“I-I’m sorry! R-really!” He held out a hand, latching onto any speck of sympathy from his foe. “L-look, go easy on me!” The golden hedgehog’s decent only hastened Eggman’s pleas, the latter fumbling over his words as he searched for any way to delay his fate. “I’ll turn over a new leaf, I swear! Just give me another chance!” He last words hung in the air, humiliation and defeat underlying his whining voice. Sonic, on the other hand, merely chuckled.

“Well, this is new. Showing remorse, Eggman?” He opened his hands challengingly and then switched to a joking tone, “If you played nice… I wouldn’t have to break all your toys.” He failed to see his nemesis’ sour frown twitch into a twisted grin and the minuscule remote button in his hands, a mistake he would regret in…

Eggman chuckled under his breath. Three… two… one... “Gotcha!”

“What--” Not given a minute’s notice, Sonic turned to see columns rising from the ground around him as the platform below him began humming to life. He looked over his shoulder and confirmed that exactly eight of these metallic floorboards were blocking his path and caving in like a cage of some sort, the hero trapped in this contraption’s metaphorical hand. And just like a hand, the towering digits were spread scarcely around him, making the crevasses stick out like a sore thumb. Sonic lunged forward to make a break for it but was pulled back to the center with equal force.

No! Rings of chaotic energy sprung to life, igniting the outer rim of the cage’s barrier in a circular form, and striking the hedgehog to hold him fast, the pulses of energy coming in wave after wave. The rings of energy danced along his fur as each pulse tightened around his chest and traveled down his spine to his legs, the crackling of electricity from the machinery doing little to aid Sonic’s comfort. The pillars sparked a ghastly white as more waves of electric bindings were made and then shot onto the Super hedgehog… Even with all seven emeralds, Sonic was struggling under his bindings, the pulses of energy sparking pain in every movement he made. A haunting laugh echoed from afar.

“Ehehehehhe… Eher-hehehe… AHAHAHAHAHA!” Sonic balled his fists and ground his teeth through series of grunts as he wrestled for control but inevitably snuck a glance at his arch nemesis. The ingenious villain was gloating over his victory as he rose above dramatically, the platform he stood on taking him to the next level.

To his right and left, twin rays with bulbous tips glowed a neon purple, their aim remaining true on a certain super-powered hedgehog. Sonic only had a second to stare into the face of evil before the rays grew dark and only Eggman was left seen, grinning madly with glee, as the floor glowing below shed enough light on his shadowed form.

Then, it happened.

All Sonic knew was there was a flash of light and suddenly the wrath of Chaos was upon him. Pain wracked his body, his limbs convulsing from each bolt of lightning piercing his side as he faintly heard his screams of agony, the pain only growing worse. No. He was Super right now, how could this little light show be getting through his invincibility? Another blast of purple energy cut off his train of thought, but he refused to give Eggman the benefit of hearing his screams and bit back his cries. The strings of electricity once shocking him were now clawing at him, digging into his nerves, and tweaking them just right for this infliction to skyrocket even more. They were pulling at him, pulling him apart. No… they were pulling his chaos energy apart.

Whatever sort of lightning and negative energy this was, it was stripping the chaos emeralds from his inner being and it had to be stopped. Must… hold… on! He growled and curled in to shield himself, his will being strong as it fastened its grip onto the infinite power that the emeralds held, a mental tug-of-war playing throughout the torture: his willpower versus the machine. A final shockwave proved to be too much, and the chaos emeralds were exploited from his body, his screams filling the air.

What he thought was his most horrendous moment in life had tripled in intensity as the sickening strands of purple lightning struck his vulnerable body, his now prone form seizing under the relentless shocks. His peach chest hitched, struggling to for any breath, and his teeth gnashed together as a final resort to numb the fire running through his veins. And yet, through all the torture and spasms, Sonic caught his eye on the emeralds, the green one specifically, that circled around him like candles around an altar and him being the sole sacrifice. He reached out in aim of calling them back to him but was caught in another fit of screams, his stubbornness failing as the lightning seared his last bit of hope. Through it all, a hooting laughter sounded afar, Sonic’s ears numb and half-working to only catch on a few words of Eggman’s.

“Ho ho ho ho ho! Ohhhh, I’ve waited…” Sonic shrieked at another wave of shocks. “… long time for this!”

Sonic squinted at the madman through series of grunts and growls. Stop… pain… hurts… HURTS!

The faint click of a button echoed from above, followed by the villain’s next words. “FIRE!!!”

And with that, Eggman’s latest scheme was unleashed.

[rad-roche]

so the cat's out of the bag! i was lucky enough to paint the art for the upcoming cast reunion. you can check out the poster here! but i thought it'd be fun to share the painting, some detail shots, chit-chat a little. so here it is!

detail shots underneath

this one was a lot of fun to do! that centre line is the focal point, so i had a lot of leeway with how loose i could keep everything outside of it. a really thicc paper overlay hides all sins

head! it's pretty different from how i normally paint him, but pulp heroes tend to be really built! broader than how i usually do it. blood is pouring from his mouth but don't worry about it. he's fine

torso! now we're getting gory! easily the part i had the most trouble with. initially, i was gonna do the clawmarks along his dress shirt with the wounds underneath poking through, but between the cloth fabric, the flesh (which is almost the same colour and value as the shirt!), the bleeding, making the cloth look wet, it ended up way too busy!! so, the shirt had to go. please, dry your tears. those claws tear up other clothing around the canvas and i was originally going to carry that over into the belt and pants, but when i painted it and took a step back it veered more into pulp romance than it did noir. speaking of...

pants drapery! you can see what i mean about loose painting. the pants are very rendered while that arm is a block of colour. that broken finger was actually a mistake, but i really like how it looked, so i kept it in. he's also double-cheeked up on a thursday afternoon. the style demanded it, you understand. let's never speak of this again. talking about style...

here's the original cover i was asked to riff on! originally i misunderstood what the sign was going to be, but when i fixed it it turned into a real bob ross happy accident because it means that, with a little tweaking, i could sell it as a fractured shoulder! yay! on and off, this took about a month. i'm thrilled to finally be able to share it!! crazy this is gonna hang in the va's home, right?

[milkcioccolato]

"A Night Out" Page 21

Obi-Wan’s mind is not suitable for people under 18 rn.

Maul doesn’t realise what pulling that hair is doing🫣