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fyeahsonicthehedgehog · 4 months

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#amy rose #flicky #christmas #sonic adventure #station square

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rayactive-factory · 5 months

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#sth #sonic fanart #amy rose #birdie sonic adventure #flicky #station square #sonic adventure dx #sonic adventure #long hammer sonic adventure

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risziarts · 9 months

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Small break at the resort

#digital art #digital fanart #sonic artist #sonic art #sonic the hedgehog #station square #sonic adventure #sa1 #artists on tumblr

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hatgame · 2 months

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#myart #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #knuckles the echidna #sonic adventure dx #chao garden #station square #eyestrain #paint tool sai 2 #chao #sth

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gemsartblogg · 3 months

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Sonic adventure

#sonic adventure style #sonic the hedgehog #sonic fanart #digital illustration #digital art #tails the fox #knuckles the echidna #amy rose #eggman #perfect chaos #tornado #station square #sonic adventure 1 #dreamcast

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12neonlit-stage · 8 months

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STH //: I ain't hella skilled when it comes to environmental art but I had an idea for a station square level post-sa1. Called it "Wave Station"

The gimmick of the stage would be that staying on the lower levels would slow you down, since the water is ankle-high there, basically encouraging you to prioritize being on higher ground Some of the roads were destroyed and thrown around because of Perfect Chaos's rampage so there'd be a lot of freedom with movement. One of my favourite ideas for this tho is that when you head closer to the outskirts, you can see people tryna rebuild the city, many of which would be sea fish mobians

#12art #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic concept art #sonic level #station square #sonic adventure 1 #sa1 #perfect chaos

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biolizardboils · 1 year

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Sonic’s World Gothic (unsorted)

You sent your penpal photos of your hometown once. She blew your phone up with questions for an hour. Human cities don’t have triple-nesting doors or Air Pits, apparently.

Researchers can’t decide how the Emeralds came to be. Past civilizations couldn’t, either. One wrote that they arrived in a meteor, splitting the earth into many islands on impact. Another told of them emerging from a lava flow, the planet’s energy pressed into solid form within its mantle. Your World History class covered every known legend, just in case.

The local Chao garden has long since been paved over. Like milk caps and grinding shoes, they took over the world for a season and vanished just as quickly. You'd knelt in the pond and taught one to swim. You miss that moment sometimes; soaking in freshwater, their putty-like paws in yours.

The fox kid pushed you out of harm’s way once. You’d thanked him after and he shrank into his own scruff, insisting it was nothing. Years later you tuned into one of his livestreams, just in time to hear him roast his brother into oblivion. They laughed with their fangs bared, and you were proud.

Someone sent their camcorder footage to news stations after the flood. It’s been seared into your mind. Dozens crowding on the tops of skyscrapers; a hundred-foot wave suspended mid-crash, crest splitting to bare teeth; deafening cheers; a blinding gold light.

You knew he’d been framed in the bank robbery. Everyone did. The question was why the reporters doubled down on it after singing his praises months earlier. That ended up being the least of your concerns that week. Most of it is a blur of panic, of history in turmoil, of unsaid goodbyes. Your clearest memory is of the moment it ended; of two stars shining where certain death once loomed. You blinked, and one star went dark.

The school rich kid brags about going to some sun festival overseas every summer. One year, he came back and was oddly quiet about it. Rumors trickled down the social ladder; something about his whole family having déjà vu. You didn’t care until later that week, when you saw an article about the festival. Nothing had gone wrong, but a dozen clergymen stepped down the next day, suddenly terrified of their own god.

People across the shattered globe told of an unlikely hero protecting them at night. Theorists went wild: Another living echidna? A rich playboy who lost their parents in the earthquakes? A wolf who sold their soul to Dark Gaia for power, then changed their mind? A reporter noted that these sightings matched up with a certain hedgehog’s travel patterns at the time, and brought it up in an interview after the fact. He claimed to have seen the mystery crusader only once, and also that they were shredded.