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chaoticfaker · 2 years
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a fool off his guard could fall and fall hard
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What if.... scourge and manic.......... held hands,,,,,,,,,, haha jk... unless?
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oops
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Some little guys for you
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chaoticfaker · 2 years
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they made a vow
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chaoticfaker · 2 years
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I made this for fun lol
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chaoticfaker · 2 years
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Sonally Fic but 25 Years Later was just a dream...
Sally didn't know why, but her husband was acting very strangely. 
It had started ever since he'd woken up that morning.  He'd had a nightmare; that was nothing new.  Neither of them were at all short on traumas.  But... this time was different.  When she held him (as they often did for one another), he'd been tense.  Even with dreams of her roboticized, he was always very reciprocating in touch.  But he'd been distant at first. Then he started staring.
She'd noticed when he was getting coffee.  He never got coffee.  But as he stood in the kitchen, staring out at her on the couch in the living room, she found his gaze uncomfortably focused, and almost accusatory.  It was unlike him, and very uncomfortable.
"Say, babe," he said, making her jump.  "Do you think I look good in black?"
...what?
Sally blinked.  "I... sure," she said, cautiously.  To be fair, everyone looked good in black, but she couldn't for the life of her figure out what prompted the question.  "Why do you ask?"
In an uncharacteristically level tone, he said "no reason," shrugged, and walked away.  Not long after, she heard him sputter and cough.  He'd probably tried drinking the coffee.
It happened again around lunch. 
After she'd made herself a sandwich, Sally sat down at the table, only to feel the gaze of her spouse from the nearby doorway.  Pausing as she was about to take a bite, the chuirrel returned the look, raising an eyebrow.  This was starting to get irritating. 
"Is everything okay, Sonic?"
The hedgehog smiled, though not as warmly as would be normal. "Oh, peachy," he shot, finally looking away from her and around the dining room of their house. "Do you ever miss the palace?"
She hadn't expected that question.  She put down her sandwich, thinking about her response.  "As much as anyone misses their childhood home, I think."  She looked at him again.  "There are times when I wish our house had the same echo.  But then it would be too big."
Sonic made a noise.  "Even for the kids?"
"Oh especially for the kids," she said. "Can you imagine Sonia falling down those stairs?  I sure don't want to."
And then he was gone.
It was almost dinnertime.  Sonia and Manic were playing together in the living room, and Sally had tried to relax with a book.  Tried.  Her nerves were high, because Sonic had disappeared, and it was his turn to cook tonight.  She was going to try calling him again when she heard the roar of an engine outside.
It did not sound like one of their cars.
Opening the door, Sally felt her eyes open like spotlights at what sat in front of her.  Sonic stood, leaning up against a jet-black motorcycle.  Sunglasses sat on his head, and he wore a black leather jacket, and... were those rocket shoes??????
Before she could say anything, her two impressionable young children raced out past her legs, excited and cheering.  
"Dad, when did you get a motorcycle," Sonia shouted, already enamored with the chrome pipes.  
Sonic smiled a goofy smile.  He had doubtlessly planned on smirking, but he was in full dad-mode. "Try five minutes ago, kiddo!  I thought I'd skip to you and Manic's punk phases while I was out today.  
Manic threw up his arms. "I CAN'T WAIT TO BE A PUNK!"
It was then that she spotted the sidecar.  
"Honey," she said, trying not to clench her teeth, "I didn't know you could drive a motorcycle."
Sonic shrugged.  "I'm a fast learner, Sal.  Besides, we've all got our wild sides."  As he spoke, he stepped over to the sidecar, patting its chassis.  "Who wants chili dogs?!"
Later that night, as they stood by their bed, Sally couldn't hold it in.
"Alright, spill."
Sonic cocked his eyebrow. "Spill what?"
"Sonic Maurice Hedgehog, you've been acting strange all day," she shot.  "And your behavior has ranged from obnoxious to mean-spirited.  If I've done something to upset you, I'll apologize, but you don't get to be dodgy with me about stuff just because you feel wronged."
The moment she stopped talking, she felt her eyes tear up a bit.  That was surprising. She hadn't fully realized how much this had been bothering her.  But now that she could give her thoughts material, she felt their weight in full.  
As her eyes and attention refocused, she found Sonic standing as the absolute archetype of shame.  His ears bent back, flush with his head.  His viridian pupils avoided her at all costs.  He swallowed.
"You're right, Sal.  I've been immature.  I'm sorry."
While she now suddenly found it very hard to be mad at him, his apparent guilt didn't erase his earlier behavior.  "Well?  What did I do?"
He sighed.  "Nothing, Sally."
"Sonic, now is not the time to bury it in remorse."
Sonic shook his head.  "No, Sal, you literally didn't do anything.  I... had a dream."
That gave her pause.  The nightmare.  "Last night?"
"Yeah," he said.  He still wasn't looking at her.
"What was it about?"
The hedgehog sat on the bed. "It was... weird.  It was now, but different.  Wrong."  He finally looked up at her.  "You got married to Shadow."
What the fuck?
If Sally had been drinking anything, she'd surely spit it out.  Her?  And Shadow?  She held no feelings of resentment toward him, but really, they weren't even particularly close.  He and Sonic had some odd corn of brotherhood between them, but that was so unconventional that it rarely led to any sort of quality time.  But her?  And Shadow the Hedgehog?  He'd lost her there.
Sally sat down next to her husband.  At first, she tried to choose her words carefully.  But she was tired, and soon gave up. "Well that certainly is one wild dream.  Of all our friends, Shadow lands very far down the list of people I'd enjoy sharing a home with."
Sonic shrugged.  "Well, you both were there.  And you loved in the palace.  And you didn't have any kids.  And he wears the royal cape really well."  He looked at her. "You're... happy here, right?"
Sally met his eyes with hers.  She'd be the first to admit that her history with the man next to her had been tumultuous. But, in the end, it made what they had stronger.  "When you're not being an ass in a mid-life crisis, yes."  She cupped his face in her hand, and his own came up to cover it.  "I am very happy."  
She took a breath.  "Sonic, there's no part of me that regrets what we have.  You are my closest friend. I decided to marry you, I decided to live outside the palace, and I decided to have kids. If I wanted a 'bad boy,' I'd have tried literally anyone except for you."  
And Ken, she thought, who would probably have run himself over on that bike.  "You are my husband because I decided to say yes.  And I am happy here."
Sonic smiled at her, and for a good while, they sat together, heads leaning against one another as they basked in the soft light of their bedside lamps.  
"Can I keep the motorcycle?"
She thought.  "Only if you take me for a ride."
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chaoticfaker · 2 years
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kittens )♡
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chaoticfaker · 2 years
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I redrew the kiss scene from 130.
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chaoticfaker · 2 years
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Saucy goofballs
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chaoticfaker · 2 years
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chaoticfaker · 2 years
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mwah !!
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chaoticfaker · 2 years
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Au sonic being a frisky old man 😤💞 (jk he’s only 31, not old yet)
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chaoticfaker · 2 years
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There are no words
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chaoticfaker · 2 years
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doodles
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chaoticfaker · 2 years
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into your eyes/hopeless and taken🍃
been reading the “brave new world” era of the archie comics! i really like the concept of the FF being free to rediscover the world following the (supposed) defeat of robotnik, but whether or not the comics executed/followed through on that concept is another story :p either way, here’s my take on things!
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chaoticfaker · 2 years
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