#sonic forces prompt

[cutegirlmayra]

Aye, Aye, Capt'n!!!!

Note: All the obstacles listed are basically what's in the above mentioned Anon requests XD I just didn't want to have to describe everything when they did it so well! <3

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Prompt:

War had ruined most hearts against the sunny light of hope… it was a dark time, hardly counts to call it the ‘worst’ since most refuse to acknowledge that time should even consider it. To most, it was a mistake.

Many looked to the basking Sonic with quiet anger, seeing him up on a ruined pillar that had fallen on some poor sap’s rooftop. They saw this as an open rebellion of sorts, as though their ‘hero’ was ‘too good’ to help with reconstruction efforts.

This soured their hearts, as they had all mourned his supposed passing… now they envied the time they thought him better than this.

Amy, sensing the hostility, requested a plot of land to not be cleared yet. With the trash, she constructed obstacles, feats of daring intique, and even thrills in hopes of getting Sonic and the rest of the remaining survivors a entertainment spectacle to lose themselves in.

Maybe… sparking love once more for their daring, dashing hero again.

However… Sonic was a fickle sort of heart. Always darting around, Amy couldn’t find the time to actually stick his feet to the ground long enough to engage him in these ‘sports’ of sorts.

Not giving up, though exhausted, she asked for more time from Knuckles and Tails happily took her spot to cover for her.

She was determined to make Sonic care… there was no doubt in her mind that he did, but no one saw the actions a hero did when alone… and no one was watching.

‘How do I make them understand him?’ She thought to herself, getting a bungie chord secured and ready, locking it in place. “How…” She arched her eyes, in worry. “How do I show them who he truly is?”

At night, dead in its darkness, Sonic traveled hundreds of miles… searching the ground with due diligence, he would race back with seeds of every different kind of plant life he could find–down to the smallest grain of mustard seed.

He would run and scatter from his hands the seeds into the wake of his wind, and thereby, he was healing the earth… digging out channels of land to make small canals for water to be brought to the new seedlings, and he did this all without a single eye upon him… except, when Amy tracked his location one night, that is.

She took out her tracker and followed in his footsteps, covering her mouth when her eyes were alight with green… and all sorts of beautiful colors from the freshly watered plants springing up again.

It was so far from the city… of course no one would interfere with it.

But Amy clenched her heart, she knew the people would still think Sonic a decadent, his credence simply being that he never helped the living civilians and rebellion people whom he led… caring more for ridiculous plants than their own wellbeing.

But Amy knew in her heart that this was important work, too… No matter how many homes are rebuilt, if the earth was damaged, so would their futures be…

“I have to make them see.” She hit the large, steel spike into the ground adamantly, sweat forming on her forehead as she wiped it off, ‘He’s so kind.’ she teared up, gritting her teeth, ‘How dare they say he doesn’t care! If they saw the beauty of that place… of the wide and green miles upon miles he’s worked so hard to restore… they’d see he is on their side… just… in a different way!’

She hammered and hammered… growing more upset, ‘Sonic..’ Her heart cried out and she fell to her knees, “How do I make them understand..?”, ‘How do I get them to see your heart… without actually showing them your private passion project?’

She wiped her eyes with her arm… before hearing a familiar spinning sound, like a pinball spin-up.

“H-huh?” She turned to see Sonic blazing through her track, “Oh!” She was elated to see him… but then…

“Wait!” She rose straight up, “No, no, no!!!” She raced forward, wanting to stop him! ‘If he completes the obstacle course and thrill rides… No one will see it and laugh with us at his accomplishment!’, “Sonic!!!”

She raced after him with her hands outstretched along the track, like a true test of courage and strength, as Sonic was literally destroying the track as it wasn’t done yet while completing it.

He was having a ball!

Amy quickly had to run to get on the track, unable to save it, she just tried to keep up and dodge the crumbling setup built from the ruins of the area. “Soooniicc!!!” She tried to balance along a beam as he swung from rail to rail, smirking the whole way as he was enjoying the strange setup, not looking back, always moving forward…

‘Why isn’t he looking back?’ She saw the railing swing had snapped on one side, and jumped to the bars to climb up the rope and move along that way.

Sonic only halted at the bungie chord, putting a finger to his chin.

“This is meant to be for all to see! To do it with me! As a game!” Amy cried out, but Sonic tied the rope around him… She had to hurry before he-!”

“Waaaiiittt!!!” Amy grabbed his waist, as Sonic smiled and took hold of her, jumping. “AHHHH!!!!”

Sonic held her the rest of the way through, leaping over large rubber balls, spin-dashing through punching bags, and narrowly avoiding the water traps too.

Scaling a climbing slope, he threw Amy up top and then made it the rest of the way no problem.

He hit a button and laughed, “I did it!” He put his hands straight out, “Yes!” as the whole of the entire area crumbled to pieces, and smashed over other parts of the track to completely fail and fall, slashing big portions of the setup to rumble once more…

He put his hands on his hips, “Huh, wonder why Eggman randomly put this track out in the middle of no where, huh, Amy?” He looked down at her, “... Amy?”

She was on all fours, shaking…

“... Amy, are you okay-?” He went to reach for her hand, bending down but she turned her head away, silently looking as though growling at him in her head. 

Her eyes were covered in shadows… “Why don’t you listen?”

His outstretched hand paused.

“This isn’t a game… Well, it was- but it was meant to be adored by millions of suffering fans who needed to see you do it!” She gripped the steel upon rusty steel flooring of the top of the tower. “You just… you don’t stop and think, you just… you just do it!” She cried, “Sonic The Hedgehog… Do you care about anyone’s hard work besides your own!?” She looked up at him and it cut air off between the two of them.

He stepped back, his arms out to the side of himself now.

Amy’s eyes were blurred by her emotions, her tears like blobs of weighted mass, she couldn’t wipe them from her eyes as more just kept coming… like a floodgate had been opened.

“I don’t get it… I’m the one that doesn’t understand you.” She lowered her head, “I’m so sorry… I shouldn’t have said all of that…” She cried into her hands, “I worked so hard… so people could see a different side of you… But… this is all they see.” She gestured to the ruined obstacle course and thrilling feats she had been working on. “I… I don’t want to give up on you… or the people… or myself.” She lowered her hands to her lap, now sitting on her knees.

“Sonic…” She looked up at him, his face still distorted by her tears. “Why do you do your works in the dark?”

Realizing in that sentence what she was finally talking about, his shoulders relaxed and he took a deep breath.

“I’m not offended, Amy…” He put a hand behind his head, scratching it a bit to loose some of the awkward tension that had arisen. To him, this had come out of left field, literally no where, and he was expected to catch a baseball he didn’t even know was pitched. “Just taken aback, is all.”

“...” Amy said nothing, her head lowering down, as though distraught that that was his first reply.

He looked worried, and smiled gently as he looked over the track. “... I’ve seen you working on this, Amy.” He admitted, as her head came back up, and she got herself straightly up right away onto her feet.

“Then why did you destroy it!? Why’d you say it was Eggman’s doing!?” She shook her fists, “Why did you-…” Her voice broke a bit, “I always thought I had to entertain you, Sonic… that I couldn’t keep up, so I might as well keep you around by making a good effort on my end… but even then… I’m tried, Sonic.” She closed her eyes, as Sonic twitched and put his fingers to his heart, looking down as though feeling literal pain there.

“That sank pretty low.” He admitted, his tone sounding more heartbroken then ever. He couldn’t hide that.

“You’ve done… nothing for others to witness.” She rubbed her eyes, “I can’t keep trying to make them see the real you, Sonic… or even love you, anymore.”

He smiled and turned to her, “I never asked to be ‘entertained’, Amy… No friend should have to feel like they’re catering to one or the other.”

Amy’s head shot up at that.

“If you’re tired, it’s because you’ve been trying to grab at something that just isn’t there. No one can control another’s emotions… you aren’t responsible for how I act, or how other people feel, Amy…”

Amy got wobbly, so Sonic held out a hand, catching her. “... It’s the moments people hold personal… that make them heroes, Amy.” He lowered his head, “I never asked to be a hero… I just became one… because I couldn’t hide myself anymore.” He smiled, “Good deeds or not, I live by my own creed… I don’t need cheers or approval from others… I do what I want to do, and it just so happens that saving the world, protecting my friends and others,... those are things I enjoy doing.” He helped her back to her feet, her hands gripping his arms as though never wanting to be let go of them.

“But… why can’t you… be celebrated openly, Sonic?” She shook her head, “I don’t want to hear people speaking ill of you…”

“You’re burnt out, Amy… worrying about how other people view me.” He rubbed the top of her head, affectionately. “Eggman made this mess… but you made another, putting your time into something that wasn’t your problem to deal with in the first place.” He lightly pulled her head to his chest, dropping his own head to hers. “Amy… Whether people like what I do or not, I would hope in my heart… that you’d at least choose to accept it, accept me… and for what I am, I accept all of you… even the parts that worry about me.” He smirked and moved her out of his embrace. “Life’s no fun if you’re always waiting for someone to witness you doing it.” He gave her a wink and a thumbs up, “You miss too many opportunities that way.”

She couldn’t help but feel there was some truth in that, “... The best things…” She sniffled, rubbing the back of her nose against her gloved hand, looking at it as though disgusted, but having no alternative. “Are what’s unseen…”

Sonic nodded, “My merit isn’t credited by those that can view it… it’s what I know I did, Amy. So have faith that people will warm up to us all again, you’ll see.” He grinned, leaning towards her, “Keep a smile on that pretty face of yours, and quit playing in the trash, alright?” He rubbed her cheeks, getting some dust off of them.

She giggled, “Sonic… you’re the best and the worst at this!” She pushed him and he stumbled, wobbling off the edge of the tower as Amy placed her hands on her cheeks and swayed repeatedly back and forth, “Ohh~ You sweet talker, you~”

She blinked her eyes… “Sonic?”

She looked over to see he was gripping the edge of the tower.

Looking over, she saw him with chibi tears spraying out of his eyes, “HELLLP MEEE!!!” He cried out, “AMMYY!!!”

She immediately gasped and reached down, “Oh, OHH!! Sonnniccc!!! I’m so sorry!”

“Wah-hah-ha, why’d you make it so tall!?” He wiggled his feet out as she hoisted him up, looking down and getting freaked out.

When she got him up, he laid across her and starting laughing.

She blinked her eyes again but he just rolled off of her, “That sure was fun! I’m glad I got to be here with you… Amy.” He smiled and put a hand on his stomach, “What should we do next, huh?”

She smiled, “First… you’re gonna do all my work I left behind.” She narrowed her eyes, “You’re gonna take responsibility for your actions… and you’re going to at least clear up the misunderstandings.”

He looked as though she didn’t get what he was saying, but sighed, “Fine. If it makes you happy… Amy.” He closed his eyes and put his hands behind his back, “But first…” He tilted his nose up, “Can you smell that?”

She tried to, “Smoke? Oil?” She guessed, but he kept shaking his head lightly.

“Nah… keep trying.” He smiled gently, “Emmm~”

She tried again… reaching her nose out further, “Ah..! Your flowers!” She looked to the area far off, seeing his passionate project coming to life now that the thick smog parted to show the whole area… and people picking flowers, playing in the clean water, and enjoying life out there.

“Ah… They already knew.” Her eyes twitched at the beautiful sight, “From way up here…”

“... You saw a problem that you thought was there.” Sonic opened his eyes lightly, “No one hated me, Amy…” He looked to her, “... You were projecting your own thoughts and feelings onto others… You thought you were the only one… but really,” He took on a serious tone.

“I think you felt I wasn’t giving you enough time, Amy… for all you do for me, I think you felt jipped.”

She broke down and sobbed profusely, as Sonic slowly got up and put an arm around her again, letting her cry…

She was the one thinking those horrible things… this whole time…

“Eggman really made a mess of things.” He gently rested his head over Amy’s shoulder, “Didn’t he, Amy?”

With an absolute heart full of grace and sorrow, thankful for Sonic’s understanding, she held her hand to his back and pulled him closer, “Yes…” She admitted, feeling the weight finally set in. “I tried to be so strong when he took you away from us… I never once believed you were gone…”

“... That must have been a heavy burden… keeping everyone’s faith and hope alive… in me, and in the war efforts,... Amy.” Sonic closed his eyes, letting her let it out.

“I just… I wanted to see you.” She smushed her eyes into his shoulder. “I wanted you to want to see me…”

“...” This time, Sonic remained silent.

“... I love you, Sonic.” She mumbled through her tears.

“... I know.” Sonic took his other hand and adjusted his legs to be able to sit and hold her with both his arms now around her. “I missed you too, Amy…”

They both then said, as though one healing thought spoken aloud from their souls…

“I missed you so much.”

#sonamy #sonamy forces #forces!sonamy #cutegirlmayra #tumblr prompts #sonic fanfic #sonic forces #sonic forces prompt #sonic forces angst

[seldompathic]

"When Shadow catches wind that Sonic is still alive on the Death Egg, he makes a promise to his rival's charge to return the hedgehog in one piece.

As it turns out, he might need a little more tape than he bargained for."

[My browser is freaking out and won't allow me to directly link it from Ao3 so that's the best I can do until I figure it out :')]

It's been a while since I've written a fic, but I HAD to take a crack at Febuwhump this year >:)) Welp, time to make hedgehogs dance around emotions like they're fitted with spikes 💃

#febuwhump 2024 #sonic the hedgehog #sth #shadow the hedgehog #miles tails prower #putting these guys in my hands is a terrible idea #Sonadow if you squint #Tails is the MVP of brothers #prompt was Solitary Confinement- Hello Forces >:)

[marinaiguess]

💜💜💜 “i’m sorry you had to see me like that” sonic + character of your choice 👀

Thank you so much for this prompt, Chaox! I started this today and I'm posting it now, without a second editing round bcuz I need to sleep but I wouldn't be able to sleep if I didn't finish this today :) Hope you like this <3

Sonic Forces inspired. 2k words.

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He's getting out of control. Fists clenched so tight he's sure, weren't it for the gloves, he would have drawn blood. His mind is hazy, vision gradually blurring as he tries to shift his attention from the echidna in front of him to anything else.

He should do that right now; he should look away.

Albeit, he can't.

"Can you repeat that, Knux?" he says, his voice laced with venom.  

Knuckles takes note of the dangerous undertone—of the warning behind it—but doesn't quite grasp the severity of the situation. He crosses his arms, turning his head away from the other's interrogating gaze. Maybe he can't bear the look on his face, maybe he can't bear the fact that he's wrong. For just this once, he can't deny it, he should have been more careful. Yet another responsibility he had failed to take care of successfully.

"You heard me alright," He spits, anger boiling inside him. "He's not here, Sonic."

Knuckles can feel Sonic's gaze penetrating through his skull. From his peripheral vision, he is able to see the way he's staring at him, the way his jaw tenses and he realizes, it might have been a better idea to break the news in another, more tactful way.

Sonic takes one step forward and suddenly the air is thicker, denser; the room turns tenser.

Amy senses it and opts to act first by putting a hand on his shoulder. "Wait, Sonic, please--"

He yanks her hand away without even bothering to look at her. "Stay out of this, Amy."

"You're kidding," Amy scoffs and she’s not sure if she’s reacting to him ignoring her or to him expecting her to just stand and watch.

This time, he doesn't hesitate to turn his head to glare at her and his emerald eyes have never looked more intimidating before, not to her.

Yet, she doesn't back down. "This is not Knuckles' fault, you know that."

He laughs. There’s nothing funny or humorous about his laugh, but it emits from the depth of his soul, echoing in the room as he turns his attention to Knuckles once more.

"Tell me, commander, whose responsibility was it to look after him while I was gone?"

"Don't give me that shit, Sonic. We couldn't really keep an eye on him--"

Sonic's forearm connects to his neck, pushing Knuckles to the wall behind him. "You couldn't?"

He ignores Amy's pleas, putting more force into his grasp. "Where is he?"

"How should I know?" Knuckles growls. "He's been gone for three months."

Everything goes quiet. Even Amy's voice fades out of existence as Sonic registers Knuckles' words. Without really intending to, he backs down a bit, although he’s still holding Knuckles against the wall.

"What?"

When Knuckles tries to push him away, Sonic doesn’t give him a chance to even touch him and he slams his head on the wall as a warning, his forceful grip returning shortly after, despite hearing Knuckles coughing. Sonic knows he's strong, possibly stronger than him, under normal circumstances, so he understands, even in this state of mind, that Knuckles decides to not fight back.

Good. He doesn’t wanna go all out on him.

"Where is Tails?" he repeats the question.

"I don't know, okay?!"

Knuckles’ scream is the last thing that’s heard in the room, inside the Resistance HQ. Silence fills the void, until Sonic breaks it.

"I trusted you, Knuckles. I trusted you with my little brother's life. And with mine too."

Those words hurt more than Knuckles could have imagined.

But Sonic doesn’t relent, throwing more daggers right at his heart. "Maybe you're just not fit for the job. Or for any job. You shouldn't be taking responsibilities you can't handle."

Knuckles finds himself unable speak, so Sonic does it for him. "I'm gone for six months and you're telling me the war is still going? Great job, commander. On top of that, Tails is gone?"

Knuckles coughs again. "Stop it."

Sonic’s fangs show as a grin carves its way to his face and Knuckles can't tell if it's a sinister act or if it's a coping mechanism to hide his pain. "How does it feel to have failed at everything?"

"Sonic!" Amy intervenes, not courageous enough to properly stand up to him, however.

She's standing still, her hands balled into fists against her chest. It's probably the first time in a long while she's felt this scared. She's never witnessed Sonic lose control like that.

Knuckles meets her gaze and reads her like an open book, agreeing with her thoughts. No matter how well Sonic knows him—well enough to use just the right words to hurt him—in any other case, he wouldn't have gone this far. Something about him is off, his no-die, no-lose attitude is nowhere to be seen, his hopeful, full of excitement for the next adventure eyes are gloomy and dark, his logic is clouded by concern. Even if this is about Tails, this isn't typical of him.

Those six months imprisoned in space did take a toll on him, however much he tried to hide it once they rescued him.

"He's fine," he reassures, getting ahold of Sonic's forearm with both hands, ignoring the way he tenses and hisses. "You trust him, right?"

"Of course, I trust him." he barks, immediately. "But we're in the middle of a war, commander. Eggman might have gotten ahold of--"

"You're--" he scoffs. "You're not thinking straight."

Sonic bares his teeth, his jaw tightening even more. "Are you saying that me being worried is irrational?"

"Yes, it is. The kid can handle himself, Sonic."

"You said it, Knux. Kid. He's just a kid and he's been gone for—for three months?"

"You've left him behind for longer than that before." Knuckles notices out loud.

"It was to protect him!" he spits on his face.

Yet, Knuckles seems unfazed. "What's so different this time around?"

Sonic's mind short-circuits. His eyes widen when he takes in the sight in front of him. He doesn't quite remember how they got here.

"What would he say if he saw you like this?"

The final blow. Sonic had him against the wall but Knuckles had him cornered. He may be right but Sonic would rather not admit that, for the sake of his ego not getting wounded.

He takes a deep breath, letting his arms fall. Knuckles is standing firmly on both his feet now, managing to keep his breathing in check.

Until Sonic approaches him, noses almost touching as he jabs a finger to Knuckles’ chest.

"If there's a possibility, even a slight one, that Tails went through half of the hell I did, I'm blaming you."

Knuckles knows he meant every word, which makes him furious; knowing that he was calm and collected enough to say something like that. Calm enough to walk away after that statement. He can’t just stand there and take it like a champ, resulting in Sonic looking like the bigger guy in this quarrel.

And so, he breaks, guilt washing over him like pouring rain. "You know what, Sonic? You're not the only one who's had it rough. While you were gone, we were fighting our asses to keep the world safe. It wasn't an easy task."

"Yeah? And how did that go?” He turns around to face him. “Ninety-eight percent of the world under Eggman's control and Tails lost,” He huffs a short-lived laugh, bitterness emitting from it. “Excellent work."

Knuckles wants to punch him, he wants to wipe that smug, sarcastic smirk off of his face to knock some sense into him (especially now that he seems he’s pulled himself together, at least a bit) but Amy steps between them, holding her arm out to stop Knuckles on his tracks. He could push her away but she knows he won’t.

"Knuckles is right," She states, locking gazes with Sonic.

For a single moment, she regrets it, upon witnessing the way something passes by Sonic’s eyes, pain written all across his face.

"Knuckles is what? He's right? By saying I didn't have it rough?"

"I didn't—"

Sonic cuts him off, waving his hand as he closes his eyes. "For once in my life I felt truly helpless but I thought you had my back."

Amy and Knuckles can only stare, jaws slack at Sonic’s confession.

"And you just… proved me wrong. I'm—"

His voice breaks, slightly, but of course, it doesn’t go unnoticed.

Knuckles’ face softens and Amy approaches him, just a little bit. "Sonic..."

Sonic ignores her as he sits on the ground, the reality of the situation finally sinking in. "Shit.”

He brings his knees to his chest, almost curling into a ball as he moves his hands closer to his face, inspecting them. Only now he realizes they’re trembling.

He starts rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms, even if he’s using too much pressure it hurts.

Amy takes a few moments before she kneels next to him, a comforting hand making its way to Sonic’s back. He winces when it makes contact with his fur, arching away from the touch but one look around him persuades him he’s safe. With one long inhale, he decides to relax and accept the friendly gesture, despite it not helping that much.

It is sincere. That’s all that matters.

“We can work this out, like we always do,” She speaks after what feels like an eternity. “We will find him.”

It is wishful thinking more than anything, Sonic notes in his mind. If Tails doesn’t want to be followed, he knows how to hide his tracks. Especially with all the commotion thanks to the war happening around them, it would be ten times harder to get ahold of him or even a rough idea of where he might be.

But Amy’s right. They always win at the end of the day. Together.

Knuckles crouches next to him, patting his shoulder since he seems less tense now. “I’m sorry I couldn’t live up to your expectations,” He confesses and Sonic turns his head around so fast he feels dizzy. “You’re right, I wasn’t fit for the job. But it was a real mess, Sonic. We were lost and outnumbered. Tails felt lost as well, helpless.”

At that Sonic tenses but allows Knuckles to continue. “With you around, we might be able to fix things.”

“Yeah, maybe I—”

“Under my command, though,” Knuckles smirks.

“Aye, aye, commander,” Sonic pouts, playfully.

“And,” Knuckles looks at the wall in front of him. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like whatever you had to deal with back there was not rough. With the way you’re acting, I know it was really bad.”

“Meh, whatever,” Sonic waves a hand at him, grinning. “I’ve had it worse.”

Amy snorts and Knuckles’ raises a brow but they both decide to let it slide.

Sonic hugs his knees, his grin falling. “I’m the one who should be apologizing,” He says, taking a deep breath. “I'm sorry you had to see me like that.”

“It’s okay,” Amy reassures without missing a beat. “We know.”

Sonic looks at both of them, their smiles urging his own to appear on his face as well. If he feels his throat tighten, he ignores it. He feels like he’s cried enough the past six months; more than he should have allowed himself to. Good thing no one was around to see the mess the Infinite illusions had made of him.

“Alright,” he gets up, newfound courage flowing through his veins. “Let’s get to it.”

They get up as they nod when a slam of the door catches them off guard.

“Sonic!”

That voice. Sonic’s smile reaches his ears before he finds the source of the voice.

He’s safe. They both are.

He’s real.

“Tails!”

“I was so worried.”

“You worry too much, look! I’m perfectly fine.”

“Who’s gonna tell him he was losing his shit just a few minutes ago?” Knuckles whispers, which earns him a jab on his chest by Amy’s elbow.

#tehehehe yippeeee #this does remind me a bit of a chaox fic but:(this is not plagiarism i prommy #also . this was supposed to take a different turn #but here we are #hope you enjoy #sonic forces #hurt and comfort prompts #my ramblings #my fics #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #knuckles the echidna #sth #sonic fic #fanfiction #long post

[phantomjackal]

This pain (persists)

I can't (resist)

But that's what it takes to be I N F I N I T E

Indie & Semi-Selective Infinite the Jackal RP Blog. Penned by Arcane. ‼️Possible Epilepsy Warning‼️ 【Muse ✖ Rules✖ Headcanons ✖ Story】

#But that's what it takes to be Infinite∻【IC】 #Only scars remain of who I was∻【Post-Forces】 #I am the darkest of days∻【Forces】 #I've got the world on my shoulders∻【Pre-Forces】 #Wub Wub Wub Intensifies∻【Crack】 #Under the Mask∻【OOC】 #【I'll add more later like for prompts and aesthetic stuff】 #sonic rp #sth rp #infinite the jackal #i don't back up、won't back down 【prompts】 #Epilepsy cw #epilepsy tw #epilepsy

[darkmasterofcupcakes]

I want some new polyships to love, but because polyamory is something that doesn't really come up in a lot of media or even fanworks, it can be hard for me to actually find polyships.

So, I figured, why not outsource to my mutuals/followers/whoever else wants to give some suggestions?

Basically just send me a polyship, and I'll rank it on a scale of 1-10 how much I could get behind it, personally. Only thing I ask is that you include what fandom it's from and potentially clarify if the polyship is either a "circuit" (what I call it when all parties are romantically involved with each other) or a "Poly-Varient" (what I call any variation of a Poly-V, where some of the characters involved are romantically together, but others are just on friendly terms with each other).

And yes, even though this is mainly for me discovering new ships, I will do the ratings for any ships I already know I like, should I get them.

#Polyshipping #Ask Prompt #Fandom Stuff #Helluva Boss #She Ra #DHMIS #Steven Universe #Star vs the Forces of Evil #Sonic the Hedgehog #DuckTales 2017 #Listing fandoms as examples #But any polyship is good for this

[foliead3ux]

Art to cope with bts in cookierun

#boom tails #sonic fanart #sonic the hedgehog #tails #tails fanart #sonic forces #sonic frontiers #tails talks #sonic the hedghog fanart #sonic.exe #inktober #goretober #october art prompts #sonictober

[nenafena]

day 11- swap 🔁

#my shit #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sonic fanart #knuckles the echidna #knuckles fanart #knuckles #rouge the bat #rouge fanart #rouge #elite agent rouge #treasure hunter knuckles #ova knuckles #sonic forces #sonic dash #sonic forces speed battle #31 days sonic #art prompt #art challenge #sonic characters #digital art #sth #artists on tumblr #knuxouge

[ceciliavonwrites]

Should he be... Going against the Doctor? Like this? The kangaroo stood at the entrance to the dingy little jail cell, where their prisoner was being kept, and hesitated.

The hedgehog was. Not well. Very, very not well, and while the egg bastard was gloating about it, glad that he'd perhaps finally die, but Insurgence...

No. He's not Insurgence here. No mask. No cape. No grandeur. It's just Conway, letting out a trembly little breath as he enters, trying to smuggle in a bag of... Just. Things that might stop their 'guest' from keeling over. Water, food, funny smelling sprays so his wounds don't get infected...

"Hey..."

He kneels, flinching a little as the other tries to get up.

"Hey hey hey. No. Shh. stay still."

He doesn't expect Sonic to listen. Not with what they're doing to him. But damn, he really can't see his former hero die like this.

It's not looking too good for him right now...

Sonic isn't broken. Not quite. But flesh can still bleed and bruise even if its spirit is indomitable.

He tries to pull himself up with a grunt of pain. Trying to be snarky as usual. "I'm really not--erk--in the mood for...more pain."

What are all these marks on him? Bruises from what could be any blunt instrument. Scratches raked into his face and arms from something serrated. The most serious wounds were deep little holes weeping blood.

From a drill. Not the big combat ones fitted on robots, but the kind that you could pull from any toolbox. Tools were only as benevolent as the one using them.

"Who...?" It's not Eggman, but this isn't one of his friends. "Okay. Who the hell are you? Don't...Don't touch me--Augh!"

He falls back, hissing in pain. God, everything hurts. He can't talk for a moment.

"...Jus' make it quick."

#canon #ask prompt #sonic #forces au #gore #blood

[latin-dr-robotnik]

oh my GOD YOU FOUND IT!!!! HOW I THOUGHT IT WAS LOST FOREVER- bubububu TT thank you so much :(((((( it’s a lovely prompt and it makes me so emotional— thank you again :( you made me so happy

Not gonna lie I was worried when I arrived at Mayra's Tumblr prompt archive and had to search around thousands of stories! Thankfully, only two of them included the "waitress" key word, but I was worried I had to search around using my own mental images I had from reading it years ago haha

Even then, the whole prompt was set up in a pretty unconventional way, the ask was about Amy ignoring Sonic and making it harder for herself, but the actual story is a barrage of crushing emotions you feel while reading about Sonic leaving for 8 years and Amy actually growing bitter over his decision, only to find out he's back and have this big mess of conflicting emotions. Like, at a simple glance it wouldn't seem that complex, but holy cow it's still amazing.

#ask latin dr robotnik #cutegirlmayra #every now and then i chat with my friends about mayra's stories that stuck the most with us #one of my friends always mentions the one where amy gets married and sonic dances with her and then her husband gets killed lol #and i always mention the one where she actually dies and sonic completely loses it and destroys the world #or the one where he has to reset the entire universe and uses the last moments to tell amy some cute things before going back to normal #oh oh and the boom!sonamy prompt where everyone is trying to find out why sonic and amy are so close #and the one where amy is part of the royalty and tails invites sonic to come with him to a royal party or something like that #i never finished dark sonic forces though i remember being sooo pumped when the first chapter dropped #sonamy

[gadget-red]

(( me omw to drop stuff off in y'all's inbox 💕💘

#might be a prompt #might be love #it's a surprise #gadget the wolf #mun speaks #sonic forces #sth rp

[cutegirlmayra]

On to another one!

PROMPTS ARE ON SHUTDOWN YOU ADORABLE READERS. YEAH, YOU! YOU INTERESTING AND CHARISMATIC LITTLE GEMSTONE. I’M TALKIN’ TO YOU! TELLING YOU TO LEAVE MY INBOX ALONE UNTIL THE GRAND REOPENING IS ANNOUNCED. WHEN? WHEN ALL THIS ‘ERE PROMPTS ARE DONE, SEES? SO DON’T SUBMIT NO MORE PROMPT REQUEST, SEES?

Or else...

GOSH, DANG IT BOY, WHAT DID I JUST SAY!?

Hello darling, Precious Anon! Reader of the Fanfics, conquerer of the Prompts, slayer of feelie feels! I wish to also thank you for your continual love and patience, your admiration of me fuels my passions in writing. I hope to make your day brighter today~ Read at your leisure, sweet preuser of sonamy angst XD

Who doesn’t love Dark Sonic? So much potential! Especially for Sonamy! Eee~<3 >w<

Prompt:

Amy balanced a pencil under her nose, using her lip to keep it there as it teetered back and forth.

Later, she sat upside down on her office chair, looking at the screens with a muted expression...

Currently, she had her feet up on the chair, butt squiggling it excitement as she heard the Forces advancing and taking another city back from Eggman’s army.

“Yes!!!” she jumped up and cheered, doing a small victory dance. She then punched at the air as the commanding section’s leaders reported back their teams hardy efforts, informing Amy to let the others know.

“Roger that!” she saluted, jazzed by another victory as she announced over the intercom, clearing her throat first, “Attention all Forces, We’ve got the City!”

Everyone cheered in the base, she nodded proudly and sat back down, letting out a relieved exhale.

“Wait.. wait! Rose, come in! We’ve got a problem-AHHH!!!” the radio signal spazzed back in with scratchy audio.

“Wh-what!?” Amy jumped up, rushing to the controls, “Stand by, Team Alpha? TEAM ALPHA!” she quickly switched radio calls, “Team Beta, it’s Rose, Alpha’s in trouble!”

“We know! It’s Infinite!!!” The other channel blared, “He’s got us all, too!”

Suddenly, her once lightly lit cameras all began to flash out... each having a blurry image of the red squares glitching momentarily into view... the screams of soldiers... as Amy stepped back to take in the blacking out screens... one... at a time.

In her distress, her eyes teary, she ran to the intercom, “ALL UNITS, INFINITE AT LARGE!” she was then about to take off the headset and take off when a familiar voice calmed her racing heartbeat.

“Stay put, Amy!” Sonic’s voice came in loud and clear...

Her eyes shook at his quick response, as she looked back at the screen, readjusting the headset firmly back on her head, “Sonic, this is serious..! You’ve only just recovered and Infinite’s-!”

“Always been at large, I know, Amy. It’s okay, calm down.” He tried to reassure her. There was a lot of static from the wind racing by his face... he must have been rushing already over to the teams.

“Sonic... I can help.” Her voice cracked slightly, and she had to swallow down her rising fear...

“... I know you can, Amy.” Sonic’s voice sounded understanding... “But right now, everyone needs you as a beacon of light. Comfort the base, keep the soldiers fighting. I’m almost there..!”

She tightened her fists on the console... but conceded. Shakily... her hand slowly moved back to the headset, her head lowering to speak plainly and without any doubt... bravely into it. “Everyone, Sonic is coming!” she raised her head as the monitors flickered back to life... Soldiers having hope in their eyes as she stated that so firmly with confidence.

“... And so am I!” she threw the headset down and rushed out.

“Amy! No!” Sonic’s voice continued on the microphone, “Stay there, it’s safer at the base..! Ammmyy..!!!”

When he didn’t hear a response, he looked to his reciever, and clenched his teeth. ‘I knew she’d be stubborn... why’d I think that’d be easy?’ he then sighed and pulled the reciever out of his ear, charging towards the location of Team Alpha and Beta. He put one arm out in front of him, elbow first, dipping down to increase his speed. ‘Oh well, whatever she plans to do... I just hope she knows to stay safe...’ he bolted off into a spin-dash...

Amy threw up her hammer, having arrived after Sonic had already been in combat.

“Where is everyone?” she asked a downed Soldier, bending a knee to speak with him, putting her hand on his shoulder.

He was being defended by a female Soldier, creating cover since his leg was clearly injured, and he was gripping it pretty tightly.

He spoke through gritted teeth, and one eye squinting open to look down at it, “They had headed back to the Carrier, but Sonic... he... he may have drove off Infinite’s attention from us all... but many of us are still out there!” he worriedly looked to her with a serious expression on his glossy, puppy-dog eyes.

“Miss Rose... We can’t leave a man behind.” He looked her dead in the eye...

Her eyes bent only a moment, before narrowing them in determined conviction.

“Don’t worry!” she nodded, standing up and holding a fist firmly in front of herself, giving it a sharp bounce. “Leave it to me!” she then looked to the girl, who looked over her shoulder to see if any plan had been decided yet. “Get him to the Carrier!” Amy swiped a hand out, “I’ll go find the others.”

“Miss Amy? By yourself?” The female Soldier asked as Amy smiled kindly to her.

“You bet’cha! And I’m not alone...” she looked out to see the blue streaks on the battlefield... as well as the ruby cubes...

“You just leave fighting Infinite to Sonic...” she looked back to the girl and gave her a cheery head tilt and giggle, “Danger’s just part of the daily office runs we take back at the base!” she spun her hammer about and let it sit on her shoulders, then charged off with a bit of gusto and flare.

The two admired her, looking off as the Soldier helped the downed man up and threw his arm over her shoulder.

“Do you really think she’ll make it?” She asked him.

“Heh, she’s one of Sonic’s friends, isn’t she?” Through his pain at getting up, he tried his best to smirk, “She could make it through any dark, armageddon day... she probably has before... if she’s still with the Blue Blur...”

They looked off after her once more as the wind of hope blew by them... and then began to take off towards the Carrier.

Amy did save many... but while trying to help leverage off a fallen building debris from a Soldier, getting him out from under it, a blast caught her off guard.

A laser?

“Augh!” She felt her back sting with the power, a direct blow with no cushion as she hit the ground a distance away.

The Soldier freaked out, fleeing and scurrying away as Infinite flew down to float above her.

“What’s this?” His voice sounded of twisted glee, “Another insect... brightly colored and full of... what was it you all called it... the light of hope? Was it?” he lightly flicked out his clawed hand. “A foolish notion... coming from a dying breed...”

Amy slowly put a hand to the ground, “Grr... We’re not... done yet... Infinite...” She turned around, holding her hammer at the ready, dirt spraying from the side of her face from her quick get-up. “We’re gonna find your weakness, Infinite! And then, we’re taking you down!”

“Hahaha... HAHAHAHA.... such bold words... from a zombie...” He held up his hand, “Goodbye... and may your ‘light of hope’ die with your patheic excuses, clinging on to life that no longer is a reality for you... anymore...” He fired out a few shots, but she was able to reflect them with powerful swings and expert timing, crawling backwards with one arm as her other kept hitting off the shots.

Infinite’s eyes widened slowly in rage... it was impressive, as though a sword hitting away phased arrows.

“... You cling on so tightly...” He almost hummed out in annoyed mockery of her skills... stretching his arms out as more cubes appeared, and from them... the dimensional shift.

“AMMMMYY!!!” Sonic’s voice was the last thing she heard, as she had to dodge, bend, and arcobatically avoid the lasers coming at her from the cubes in this world.

Once returned, she coughed and fell to her hands, looking around wearily as her eyes adjusted. “H... huh?... hah... hah... Sonic!” she turned around to see a dark figure... his spines stiff... sticking out perfectly like a star bent back to form his head...

He was up on a pile of large building debris, holding Infinite up by his neck, raising him up with a hand held back as though curled like hooks... ready to strike when the white glowing eyes turned back to see her... widening as they dropped the barely able to rasp out a breath Infinite down... his mask falling off and clanking against the ground,... Ti-ank-ank-ank...

“Amy..?” The voice slowly came through... Sonic?

“S... Sonic?” Amy wabbled up to standing a bit, still keeping her body low to the ground as she was exhausted. “What... what happened?”

Sonic looked over his body.

“What did Eggman do to you now!?” She thought about his Werehog form... as Sonic only thought about how he almost lost her... in the Lost World...

“Amy... I...” He held his hands up to his face, looking over himself, “N-no... Don’t look at me like this... I... I thought I had failed you... I thought... you were dead.” he had only seen a light... beams of light and Infinite swiping out his hands as though giving the order to the cubes... he saw the beams... he didn’t realize they only had sent her to the illusion dimension... not completely obliterated her.

He fell to his knees, “I... I’m so glad... you’re not hurt.” his fur was still fuming with dark chaos energy...

Amy’s eyes almost bleed out her tears... her pain at seeing Sonic looking so anguished...

“I could endure Eggman’s tortures... but to lose you... Amy..? I would never... forgive myself...”

She rushed to him... as Infinite’s hand reached up from the ground, “Nooo... I refuse to have it end... like this!!!” he forced himself up, reeling in anger, “I refuse to die... WEAAAAKKK!!!” he threw a beam at her as she tried to reach out for Sonic, not even noticing.

Sonic’s head swished between her and the on-coming beam... and dashed to embrace her back.

Waking up in the hospital wing of the base, Sonic, dazed, blinked his eyes open... rubbing his face as the light shone harshly down on him from the ceiling. “UUhhh... Amy?” he looked up, “Tails?” he looked to the side, “Knuckles..? EGGMAN!?” he quickly jolted up but little Sonic hopped up and wagged his hands down as though to say ‘Chill out, chill bro, you’re safe’ but the PTSD of Eggman’s tortures triggered Sonic... it wasn’t so bad, but he sighed in relief that he didn’t have to worry about getting ‘painfully tickled’ again...

He moved his legs off the gurney, “Phew... we’re all okay.” he looked down, then heard Amy’s voice over the radio.

“All units cleared and safe! Great work, everyone!”

He smiled at the intercom, as little Sonic also looked, then threw Sonic a thumbs up.

Sonic smirked, seeing the sash over his chest of where he was hit... protecting Amy.

“Heh, glad that’s over with!” as though nothing had happened, he loosened the bandages off and rotated his shoulder while they delicately fell back to the gurney... which he had hopped out of, completely back to fighting shape!

“Let’s go and find this ‘Infinite’ problem, again, shall we? And this time...” he pushed his knuckles into the palm of his hand, hitting it with a soft sound. “Do it right!”

He looked to little him and nodded, before racing off.

‘Amy...’ he thought in the back of his head, ‘... Thanks for staying put... just a little longer...’

Amy watches his radio signal come online, his screen flaring to life with light again... and she smiles in hope.

She sighs though, knowing why he was so gentle about trying to keep her here... and adamantly resigning to respecting his wishes...

He really can’t lose anyone... but... she couldn’t lose him again, either.

“All Teams... Forces... Units... Solders... Sonic is on his way!” she held up her fist, her other hand pushing the headset further against her face, leaning into it so her voice rang out loud and clear.

“ROHH!” They cheered, pumping their fists in excitment... as the screen goes dark once again...

And Infinite’s one eye... comes into view.

(... I just didn’t feel like it was very ‘Sonic-like’ to yell? He can! We’ve heard it before, but for the most part, he speaks very calmly to inspire his friends. I think he’d know he couldn’t stop Amy, but that didn’t stop him from trying to speak his mind on the matter. XD I can see Sonic and Amy butting heads -I’ve written it many times XP- But in canon, Sonic always let Amy choose her own path, or relented to her stubborness due to respect, and Amy -usually- did what she set her mind to do anyway, only a few times did she actually ‘sit and wait’ but for the most part, she usually DOES go against Sonic at times XD Hope you enjoyed it!)

#Sonic Forces #dark sonic #sonamy #infinite #cutegirlmayra #sonic prompt #sonamy prompt #dark sonic forces

[ghost-with-a-teacup]

Hi! Just here to say that i loved What's in Between so much and i truly was meltinggg with part II 💕💕💕

I've never requested anything before and I don't rlly know how this works so it's all good if you decide no to write this one, but for the request: is it possible for it to be a hurt/comfort, Miguel x reader with the prompt "Talk to me, please. You need to keep your eyes open. Just a little longer"?

𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞, 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Reader

Summary: It was supposed to be a regular mission on any normal day at Spider Society, but momentary distractions are costly and you may have just paid the ultimate price.

Warnings: Mentions of injury and death, BUT IT GETS SOFT I PROMISE.

“Miguel!” you say, bounding up to him with a pep in your step. He looks down at you with a small smile on his face, but it disappears as Jess glances over at him.

“You know you don’t have to pretend to be stoic all the time, how long have we known each other?” She asks, and he only rolls his eyes.

“This isn’t pretending,” he says to her before turning back to you. “Ready?” he asks.

“Always.”

Today was like any normal day at Spider Society, filled with missions to protect the canon of the multiverse. Albeit a little different, because it wasn’t too often that you were able to go on a mission with Miguel. He typically went on them alone, working best without distractions. But whenever he needed a partner you were his first choice.

With one last glance at each other (and a wink that makes Miguel snort) you both head through the portal.

It never gets tiring, travelling to a different dimension. What’s fascinating is the in-between, swirls of bright oranges, reds and blues all as an interconnected web between all possible universes in the multiverse. You get lost in the view, which is probably why you never realize that at the same time, Miguel gets lost in you.

After a little bit, you both emerge on the other side.

“That never gets old,” you grin at him.

“No…no, it doesn’t,” he says, his eyes trailing over your form for a moment.

“So, what’s the deal with this universe today?” you ask, and Miguel huffs softly.

“You would know if you ever listened to the mission briefings,” he says, giving you a side-eye as you both walk around the abandoned factory.

“Why do I need to listen when you’d just tell me anyway, love?” you ask, and he only sighs.

“Yes, but I shouldn’t have to say it twice, amor,” he mocks and you laugh out loud. Your laughter is contagious because Miguel lets out a chuckle himself before continuing.

“She’s a villain from Earth-17502, her main weapons are wooden spikes that emerge from her back and a pistol. What she lacks in speed she has in brute force, and the spikes can be shot out at 100km per hour, regenerated with hammerspace,” he explains.

“So like…a demented Sonic the Hedgehog?” you snicker.

“What? No, I just said she wasn’t fast,” he says, confused.

“No wait, a demented porcupine,” you say, and he only snorts. “Sure, querida.”

“Ugh, disgusting. Romance,” a disembodied voice interrupts, and the two of you immediately go on the defence. From the shadows emerges said villain in question, a cruel expression on her face as she readies her pistol by her side.

Without warning she begins shooting, but the two of you are fast and in sync, splitting off and slinging away with your webs.

“Look bud, I’m sorry that your love life is sad but don’t take it out on us!” You shout, swinging around with a relaxed look on your face.

She only lets out a growl, continuing to shoot at you to no avail. Behind her, Miguel is making his own advance, but like a triggered trap her spikes shoot out before he can get too close.

“Shit!” he says, leaping out of the way just in time.

“It wouldn’t do you well to sneak up on me, little one,” she laughs cruelly. “Wouldn’t want to get skewered!”

Now it's a game of ‘try to avoid the bullets and the spikes flying in all directions at once’, and it seemed like you were at a stalemate.

“There’s no way to get close to her!” you say frustratedly, leaping from pillar to pillar as you continue to evade her bullets. It seemed her frustration seemed to reach a peak as well as she lets out a shout, unable to hit her marks. You move down to the floor, trying a new approach from the ground.

“We’ll figure it out, we always do,” Miguel reassures, and you let out a little smile.

But in that minuscule second of distraction the villain finds an opening, and before you know it a spike is flying straight for you with no time to evade it.

“NO!!” you hear him shout, but it was already too late. All the while, the villain only laughs in the face of your anguish. The spike impales your side, and for a few breathless moments, you don’t even feel it, as though it was nothing more than a punch to the side, a bit of pressure. The adrenaline pumping through your veins does its job of allowing you to not feel the pain.

But as you stumble slightly, it starts to settle in. All at once the searing hot pain hits you like a train, and you collapse to your knees, unable to hold yourself up anymore.

Every breath you take becomes more difficult than the last as a ringing fills your ears.

In front of you, Miguel fights with a new vigour you had never seen in him before, claws slashing and webs flying. Each action is served with purpose and no restraint on his strength, and the villain can no longer keep up. But before long your vision starts to fail you as well, closing in on your line of sight as you collapse onto your side with a wheeze. What felt like an eternity was in reality only maybe 30 seconds, but you were so, so tired.

Out of the corner of his eye Miguel sees you collapse, and all he sees is red. Before he can realize it his fangs are out, and he bites through the villain’s neck effectively paralyzing them instantly.

Within moments he is by your side, scooping you up into his arms as you blink blearily up at him.

“LYLA, SEND BACKUP NOW,” he shouts, his voice cracking at the end and for once there is no funny banter between the two of them as she does his orders immediately.

You open your mouth, but no words come out. Slowly you feel your eyes begin to close, but he shouts your name.

"Talk to me, please. You need to keep your eyes open, just a little longer,” he begs, clutching you close. You’ve never heard his voice so broken, not even when he told you about his past.

“It-” you gasp. “It hurts so bad, Miguel,” your voice weak with pain.

He looks at you with panic and fear, but most of all a feeling of helplessness.

“Querida, come on. You’re strong, mi vida. Stay with me, alright?” he says, his hand gently brushing your hair back before he scoops you up, carrying you in his arms.

You can’t help but cry out in pain as he does, the spike digging deeper into your side.

“Fuck, fuck,” he says, moving as fast toward the portal Jess had just opened up. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I need to get you to the infirmary, alright? You’ll be okay, you’ll be okay,” he says, trying desperately to believe it himself.

But he doesn’t know anymore. You’ve lost too much blood, the injury too serious.

It throws him back to when he was carrying his daughter like this, frantically running as the world falls apart around him.

But this time it was you. His light, the best to have ever happened to him amongst the infinite possibilities throughout the multiverse, the one person that managed to pull him out of the pit he had fallen into after the destruction of his daughter’s world.

You were his salvation…and he was about to lose you.

“I love you, Miguel,” you say softly, before you let out a violent cough. “In case…in case I’m not here to say it anymore.”

“No, no. Don’t say that. You’ll be able to say it a million more times, alright querida? A million more, and even then it won’t be enough,” he says, but you can’t hear him anymore. You can’t even make out his beautiful face so broken in anguish.

All you can see are the colours of the space between the universes. The oranges, reds and blues.

~

You didn’t think death would be so cold and monotonous. You weren’t exactly sure if you believed in the concept of ‘heaven’ or ‘hell’, the Fields of Elysium were probably closer to what you expected the afterlife to be like. But you definitely didn’t expect it to be so…bland.

It was like an endless void you walked through, no warmth, no ‘light’ to go towards, just you and your thoughts.

Your thoughts.

Miguel.

The guilt hits you like a tidal wave at the fact that you left him alone. Another person was ripped from his grasp by the hands of fate. You couldn’t bear the thought of hurting him, and you did just that by leaving him behind. Even though you promised each other forever on your wedding day, here you were breaking that promise.

You couldn’t find the strength in your legs to continue walking aimlessly anymore. Like that fight in the factory, you fell to your knees, not because of your injury but because of the pain you felt in your heart for hurting the one you loved the most.

You remember his face as he held you in his arms, pleading for you to stay.

He was so warm. He always was.

You missed him.

“Miguel…” you whisper. “I’m sorry for leaving you behind,” you sob.

~

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“Don’t leave me, querida,” a voice says, far off in the distance. Your head whips up at the sound, and you look around desperately trying to hear it again.

“Please…please, I can’t. I can’t do this without you,” the voice says, and in an instant you’re back on your feet following the sound.

“You were the best thing to ever happen to me, vida mía. Somehow loving me in spite of my brokenness. I don’t…I don’t know how to live without you by my side.” You’re running toward the voice now, running through the darkness with it as your guide.

“Don’t leave me…” the voice whispers before fading away, leaving you with nothing to follow anymore.

“NO!” you shout, and before you know it your webs are shooting out from your wrists, catching onto something, and then you’re swinging forward into the unknown.

~

Your hearing is the first of your senses to return, the steady beat of the heart rate monitor gratingly irritating after a while. It was ironic considering it was the first to disappear when you first got injured.

Next is your touch. You feel the weight of the hospital blankets, scratchy but warm.

Not as warm as the hand that grasped your own though, holding it tight.

Your sense of smell and taste come back around the same time, the sterile scent of the hospital unfamiliar, your mouth dry.

The last is your sight. Granted it was a bit difficult to see with your eyes closed, but you hadn’t quite found the strength to open them until now.

Blearily you blink as the bright lights temporarily blind you, but your attention isn’t on them for long. Instead, you turn to Miguel who sits staring at you in shock, eyes so wide it was almost comical.

“Hi,” you say softly, and he only blinks once before his forehead is pressed to your thigh, a broken sob escaping his throat. He grasps your hand all the tighter, as though he was never going to let go.

It makes you almost want to cry too, but instead you lift your arm up weakly before running it through his hair the way you knew he loved.

“I thought, I thought I was going to lose you,” he whispers, his face still pressed into your leg. He says it so quietly that you can barely hear him, like if he uttered the words too loudly they would come true.

“I could never leave you, my love,” you say. “I have to say ‘I love you’ a million times before then, remember? Or was it a billion?” He can’t help but chuckle, finally lifting his head up to look at you.

He looked exhausted, his usual dark circles darker than usual, his red eyes bloodshot. But he looked so, so relieved.

“No amount of times could ever be enough, vida mía,” he says before pressing his lips to yours.

You both smile into the kiss of a thousand swirling emotions, a million words left unsaid but you both understood even despite it all.

“Guess I’ll just have to get started then,” you say with a grin as you pull away.

“I love you, Miguel,” you say.

“I love you, querida,” he says in turn.

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A/N: Was thinking of leaving it on a cliffhanger, thought that would be too cruel LMAO. Thank you for reading! And thank you for requesting, anon <3 I had fun with this one hehe

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[mousy-nona]

Prompt. Alastor hits deer mating season and tries not to let anyone know, but Lucifer finds out.

Obligatory warning: It's a mating prompt. There's going to be EXPLICIT SCENES.

“Do you smell that?” 

Husk sniffed the air delicately, then shook his head. “Nothing but Angel Dust’s normal B.O.”

Angel Dust purred. “Don’t pretend like you don’t love it.” 

The cat rolled his eyes and turned back towards the bar, but not before Lucifer caught the rare smile he reserved for Angel Dust curving on the corners of his lips. 

“Do you seriously not smell that?” Lucifer asked, puzzled. The scent was growing stronger by the second, so rich and heavy it seemed to hang in the air. Musky, woody, with a spicy sharpness to it, like crushed pine needles and orange blossoms. There was something else to it though – something that Lucifer couldn’t quite put his finger on, but it filled his head like an opium cloud. His thoughts felt slow, like molasses in winter. 

His body was a different story. Every time he breathed in, a tingle of electricity ran through him. His fingers were trembling, and his skin felt too tight and a little numb at the same time. 

Am I being drugged?

He was just about to excuse himself when Alastor came rushing around the corner. He was moving fast, as if he was being chased by a pack of wolves, and muttering something to himself like a lunatic. He didn’t see Lucifer until it was too late, and they collided into each other so hard the impact sent them both tumbling to the ground. 

“Ouch! Clean up on aisle four!” Angel Dust crowed. 

“Shut up.” Alastor’s voice was distorted, as if it had been spliced into four. He sounded strained, his throat clenched. 

The scent was unbelievably strong now. Lucifer’s head swam with it. On autopilot, he picked himself up off the ground and extended a hand towards Alastor to help him up. Alastor moved to swat it away, but the second their hands touched, it was like a sonic blast ripped through the hotel. Lucifer’s world went numb, flexed and narrowed in on one thing, and one thing only: Alastor. A bolt of lightning ran up his arm, through his chest, down his legs, and pooled underneath his belt. His legs went weak with need. 

Alastor, for his part, didn’t seem much better off. His eyes were wide with disbelief, his chest heaving as his breathing stuttered. He was staring at Lucifer as if he was a ghost. 

And then something shifted. His eyes went blank, and Alastor – the Alastor Lucifer knew, at least – flickered out of view as something else, something infinitely hungrier and far more desperate, took over. 

Alastor snarled and leapt forward, grabbing Lucifer by the neck. People were shouting something behind them, but Lucifer couldn’t hear them, couldn’t see them over the thick fog of musk and wood rolling off of Alastor. 

Shadows swallowed them whole, and spat them back out in a dark bayou, lit only by the weak light of the stars and the moon twinkling high above.

“Where–?”

But Alastor wasn’t listening. His sharp claws ripped Lucifer’s shirt and coat into shreds in a matter of seconds, his red eyes gleaming with a hazy madness. 

Lucifer forced himself to shake off some of that beguiling smell. It was telling him to relax, to give in. It urged him to thread his hands through Alastor’s gorgeous hair, to stroke his antlers, to finally admit to his deepest, most shameful desire – that he had always wondered what Alastor might taste like.

But he still didn’t know what the hell was going on. 

“What – Alastor, wait – slow down!” He pushed Alastor back with a blast of angelic grace. Alastor hissed, his eyes still crazed with need, and came for him again. This time, Lucifer grabbed him by the shoulders and flung him into a nearby spring. 

Alastor spluttered as he surfaced, shaking some of the water off his head. “What the hell was that for?” His voice was still distorted, but at least he was using his words again. 

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” Lucifer demanded. 

Alastor pulled himself out of the spring and flung his drenched coat off with a bitter grumble, revealing his bare forearms and – to Lucifer’s endless delight – a little tuft of a tail. In the gentle light of the moon, Lucifer could see every ripple of his toned abs, every flex of his broad chest beneath the wet shirt that clung to him like a second skin.

The hazy smell grew stronger. Breathe through it. Don’t lose control. “What did you say?”

“It's my mating season,” Alastor snarled, meeting his eyes again. There was something hypnotic in their scarlet gleam. Lucifer found himself taking a step forward before he caught himself. “Every couple of years, my pheromones go into overdrive. I – no, my body – sends out signals to any potential mates. I usually wait it out.” He shuddered, his jaw flexing. “It’s never found anyone before.” 

A sizzle of pride and pure, clean joy cut through the haze filling Lucifer’s brain. So Alastor had never done this with anyone before? 

(Was he special?)

“So what are you saying – that you’re horny?” 

Alastor blurred – and suddenly he was in front of him, ripping the rest of Lucifer’s tattered shirt from his body. He yelped, but Alastor ignored him. 

“If that’s how you want to think about it,” he growled, then he dug his teeth into the crook of Lucifer’s neck. 

A jolt of intense pain that turned into searing pleasure roared through Lucifer. As if in a trance, he grabbed one of Alastor’s antlers and wound his other hand into the softness of his hair. Then he pulled, hard, forcing Alastor to let go with an audible hiss. 

“None of that,” he snapped.

Alastor grinned, and it was sharp enough to cut him to the core. “No need to play coy with me, your Majesty. The thing about these pheromones – they work both ways. And they never work on the unwilling.” 

The quick flash of heat (shameshameshame) was invitation enough for Alastor to pounce again. He rid Lucifer of his belt and his pants just as quickly as he did his shirt. Lucifer, not to be outdone, showed Alastor he had a pair of claws on his own and slashed Alastor’s entire outfit in half with one slice of his nail. It wasn’t a clean cut – a thin line of red welled up on Alastor’s chest, his stomach, and his right thigh. 

Lucifer was about to apologize, but the words died in his throat when Alastor dipped his finger into his own blood and sucked it clean.

“Want to try?” He asked in his trademark sing-song. 

Lucifer surged forward. Their mouths met in a clash of teeth and tongue, and Lucifer felt himself go even harder at the dark taste of spice and sin on his lips. 

“You drive me crazy,” he whispered when they broke apart. 

“My dear, I am crazy,” Alastor chuckled. “What did you expect?” 

Then Lucifer grazed his upper thigh, perilously close to his dick, and Alastor cut himself off with a gasp. That strange need clouded his eyes, and once again, Alastor’s primal self took over. He roared, pushing Lucifer onto the ground, their bare legs tangling as he pushed his hand between their legs. 

The haze swirled, that sweet, opium smell wiping out the rest of Lucifer’s good sense as Alastor gripped his naked cock with his claws. He groaned, lifting his hips obligingly towards the deer to give him a better angle. That groan turned into a cry when he felt Alastor smearing his own precum on the head of his dick and pushing it against his entrance. 

More, his heart thudded. More. More. 

He must have been saying it out loud without realizing it, because Alastor grinned. “As you wish.” 

Then he pushed in. Lucifer screamed as he felt Alastor’s hardness invading him, penetrating him, stretching him to the limit. But with it, he felt the bond between them swell, take on a new shape. The hatred was still there, yes, but there was something else now too. 

And through it all, the same sentence kept running over and over in his fevered brain: Alastor’s never taken another mate.

Alastor’s eyes rolled back, his back arching as he let loose a low moan. His body was shaking, and his hips were moving as if he was a man possessed. That smell was thick in the air, drugging them both as the pleasure washed over them, coming faster and faster until finally –

The explosion that ripped through Lucifer was like nothing he had ever felt before. He had been there for the birth of the cosmos, for the first steps of mankind, for everything that had come before and that would come after. He had thought he had experienced all the firsts in the world. 

But this…

He clutched Alastor, who was still trembling from the force of the release. Unlike Lucifer, who was basking in the afterglow, he looked…unsure of himself. Now that the pressing drive of the mating call had disappeared, he looked lost, as if he’d been dumped in the middle of a strange land with no map and no compass. 

“Don’t go,” Lucifer whispered, eyeing the strange shadows that were bubbling by his feet. “Stay here with me.”

Alastor wouldn’t meet his eyes, and Lucifer didn’t make him. But he did hold his hand. 

“We can work it out together. Just stay.”

Alastor didn’t say anything. But the shadows disappeared, and the two of them sat in the stillness and the quiet of the bayou.

He didn’t let go of his hand.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel lucifer #alastor #radioapple #my google search history wants me to find jesus #try googling “deer mating signs” without feeling weird #duckiedeer #alastor x lucifer #prompts #asks

[alan-without-the-an]

cringetober day 4: angel x demon

i took a stupid amount of this so it's a little late oops but i mostly!! just wanted to draw sonic forces people uueee,,,,

alts + prompt list under the cut

prompt list

#al art #sonic #sonic fanart #sonic forces #gadget the wolf #ian jr #cringetober #cringetober2023

[yanderes-galore]

Poor Silver being a paranoid hedgehog in this :( Not fully proofread, may have mistakes.

Prompts Here

Yandere! Silver Prompts 6, 10, 18

"You need someone to take care of you."

"We belong together. Don't you see that? Don't you know how perfect we are?"

"Sooner or later, you'll understand. I had to do this. This is for your own good, okay? Let me take care of you."

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Paranoia, Overprotective behavior, Delusional behavior, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Clingy behavior, Trauma, Angst, Dubious/Forced companionship/relationship.

Silver getting to this point could be considered... understandable. After all, his home and world is constantly changing based on actions in the present. He's always facing life-threatening scenarios with no source of normalcy.

Whenever he came into the present Silver always greeted you. After all you two are close friends, you met each other through Sonic. You've come to know Silver as a powerful ally and friend through your travels.

But all that worry and trauma was going to manifest itself somehow eventually.

"You need someone to take care of you." Silver whispers to you, a guilty look on his face. "Please don't blame me...."

The hedgehog doesn't seem to like what he's doing... yet he's been having visions lately. Visions of losing you... visions of seeing you suffer. This was his attempt to prevent that.

Even if it meant restraining you with telekinesis as he tries to reason with you to hide away with him in what seems like a bunker until the "coast is clear".

"Of all people I think you'll understand me on this, right?" Silver tries to reason, mostly to silence his own paranoia. "Can't you see I'm trying to protect you?"

"Silver... what are you even worried about!?" You try to speak to your panicked friend, but all you get is some tears pricking his eyes.

"I... I don't know... but I know it takes you away from me!" Silver cracks a bit before letting you go with his telekinesis. You think he's letting you go but he locks the door.

"You can't lock me in here because you're scared, Silver!" You try to reason with the hedgehog, but he shakes his head.

"No... No, I'm supposed to protect you! I'm meant to fix things and be your hero!" Silver preaches, yellow eyes gazing at you with worry.

"Silver... please... you aren't in the right head space-" You try again but your words appear to never reach his ears. Instead your delusional friend steps closer.

You understand his fears... but is this how to fix things?

"Sooner or later, you'll understand. I had to do this. This is for your own good, okay? Let me take care of you." Silver continues, either trying to reassure you or himself. You really can't tell with him in this state. "Nothing can hurt you here...."

You're then dragged into a hug by the hedgehog. You had a feeling you couldn't fight it as the familiar glow of his telekinesis was there. All you could do was allow the hedgehog to shove his face into the crook of your neck.

"Silver... is this any better than the danger you're trying to protect me from? Maybe you got things wrong?" You ask softly. You feel tears fall onto your skin/fur...

Then you feel his grip tighten before he pulls away to look you in the eyes.

Perhaps what you said was wrong....

"We belong together. Don't you see that? Don't you know how perfect we are?" Silver whispers with a whine. "If I don't protect you... who will? I know better than anyone else how to protect you... I can see the future... I can't lose you...."

Pitying the hedgehog you can't help but hold him. You're scared of this sudden change... but you also can't blame him. Maybe you can convince him to ask Sonic for help....

But for now... Silver keeps shoving himself in your arms, refusing to let you go... refusing to let you leave.

It was something about his sad eyes and trembling grip that made you want to help him. Yet you worry he won't due to the fact he's so paranoid he doesn't listen to you. Tears fall on you again... and you give up resistance for now.

Maybe what he says is right? Maybe you are in danger? Perhaps it is safer to wait here until things blow over....

You can't bear to leave your friend a sobbing mess anyways.... But part of you wonders if he's wrong. Maybe the threat he's talking about isn't Eggman or some monster or deity.

Maybe it's actually him and he just can't admit it.

#yandere sonic the hedgehog #yandere silver the hedgehog #yandere sth silver

[myymi]

Wholesome prompt: sonic teaching tails how to play guitar?

word count-971

ao3 link

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“Dude, this isn't rocket science.” Sonic said, laughing at the confused look on his brother's face as he repositioned the younger’s fingers again.

“Of course not. Rocket science is easier than this.” Tails grumbled, shifting to sit in a more comfortable position.

“You're being dramatic.” The hedgehog rolled his eyes before plucking the same three cords again to remind the kid of the melody. “It's not hard. It shouldn't even hurt, your fingers are destroyed.”

“It doesn't hurt.” The fox mumbled, pulling at the first string. He frowned at the guitar, “Even if it did, that's not the problem.”

“Then what is?” Sonic asked, gently placing his paw to cut off the noise. The younger seemed to shrink into himself at the fact his hero's attention was now fully on him.

Tails debated with himself on whether he should talk about his concerns. He ended up deciding against it and gave the guitar back to its owner. “Nothing.”

“If it's nothing then why are you giving my guitar back?” Sonic asked, raising a brow as he nudged the instrument back towards the other.

“Don't worry about it. It's not a big deal.” The kit said, setting the guitar in his brother's lap before standing up. “I should get back to working on the weapon upgrades for the Cyclone anyway. I still—” He was cut off by his own yip when his wrist was grabbed and pulled, landing him right in the hedgehog’s lap.

“Not today, kiddo.” Sonic shook his head as his arms banded around the fox's middle, the guitar laying on the floor of the workshop beside them. “I won't force you to learn it, you know that, but you seemed excited about it when you asked me to teach you. What's going on?”

Tails groaned at the tone of the older’s voice. He leaned his head back against the teens shoulder, “It's stupid.” He grumbled, “Seriously, I–”

“What did we talk about with that?” The kit bit his lip at that and started to fidget with his fingers. The older sighed, one of his paws gently taking the younger’s two to stop him, “If it's bothering you, it isn't stupid. Not to me.”

Tails stared at the paw atop of his own for a few quiet seconds as he argued with his own brain. He knew he wasn't winning this fight, so might as well let it play out. “I play the violin.”

“..Okay?” Sonic hesitated to answer, not having expected that. “What about it?”

“I looked it up. It's easier to learn guitar than to learn violin.” The kit explained, letting one of his tails drape across his lap as the other wrapped around the hedgehog. “And yet I keep screwing up the basics that I already know from violin.”

Sonic thought on it for a minute, his eyes trailing around the room before they landed on a cupboard. “Maybe we need to treat you like a true beginner, then.” He said, setting the fox on the ground before running to the cupboard to search through it.

“But I'm not a full beginner.” Tails said, his head tilting to the side in confusion as he watched the older, “Regardless, how are my mints going to help anything?”

“Just trust me, will ya?” The older grunted, pulling out a square package of some mint flavored gum. Tails wasn't crazy about gum, but he kept it so he'd have something to chew that wasn't his lip, tongue, or whatever writing utensil he used.

Tails’ confusion only grew once a stock of gum was presented to him, but he took it anyway, “What do you want me to do with this?”

“Give it a little kiss, Tails.” Sonic teased before rolling his eyes and poking the fox’s nose, “You never eat gum before? Chew it.”

“How does this help anything?” The kid asked as he unwrapped the gum, placing it in his mouth.

“The guy who introduced me to guitar said it helps.” The hedgehog shrugged and tossed the package over to the general area of where the cupboard was, earning an annoyed glare from his little brother.

He didn't pay attention to or though, already zipping off to dig in a new cabinet. He quickly emerged with a pair of headphones, running back over to his original spot and pulling the kid back onto his lap.

“Headphones?” Tails asked, not even bothering to fight against the older’s hold. “How–”

“You learn better when other people can't hear.” Sonic winked at him as he dug his phone out of his shoe, plugging in the headphones.

“How exactly do you plan on teaching if you can't hear when I mess up?” The fox mumbled, his ears twitching at the sound of him chewing the gum.

“Just trust me, kid.” The teen smiled as he turned on his music app, letting the songs shuffle as he handed the guitar back to the fox.

He gently positioned the kit’s finger again before playing the three cords again, resting his chin on the younger’s head.

Tails went to say something, but decided it'd be easier to simply not question his brother's antics. He went to pull the strings, a bit surprised he managed to copy the melody almost exactly. He was just a bit too slow.

He rolled his eyes when he felt the older squeeze him, knowing there was a grin on his face. “Yeah, yeah.” He mumbled despite knowing the hedgehog wouldn't hear him.

“See?” Sonic's voice was elevated now due to the music blasting in his ears, causing Tails’ ear to lower slightly, “Big bro knows best, keed.”

The fox rolled his eyes and elbowed the older in his ribs, but couldn't help the smile that grew when the hedgehog laughed at him.

He had the best, most annoying big brother ever.

#AHH MADE IT #it's freezing in the room im in so i typed this all out painfully slow #but it's fine #happy wednesday yall #im not making you cry this week 🫶 #miles tails prower #sonic the hedgehog #sth #tails the fox #sonic #unbreakable bond #dynamic duo #no-need-to-apply #myyanswers #myydrabs #sonic drabble #drabble #wholesome sonic and tails wednesday #wsatw #wholesome wednesday