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[kermitbread]

so im making comics again uhhh

[ghostlyanon]

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[tothechaos]

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[actualbampot]

Cinder AU Party Never Ends! From left to right:

Your Hand in Mine by@fanfictionsrookie

How the Petals Fall by Stormage_dark_lord

Make Her Understand by Saintlily

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MHU: A little gem told me all about what you do with that hand of yours.

YHIM: E-EXCUSE ME?! That is none of your business! HTPF: For the love of the gods, I do NOT want to hear this.

[krystalreverb]

Wallflower (Fic Preview #3)

“Thanks for dinner, Shadow.” 

“We both live here, Sonic, we both contribute.” Shadow said, taking the empty food trays and putting them in the garbage bin. “How’s your head?” He asked.

“Eh, feels like I’ve been hit by a bus, but I’ll live.” Sonic replied. “I’ve been smacked around by worse.” 

Shadow sighed deeply. “I think it’s time we all got a little more sleep. Naps and unconsciousness don’t count. We need real, healing rest.” He announced.

“Yeah, you’re right. Tails, if you wanna crash here, sleep in my room. I ain’t goin’ anywhere, my ass and this couch have a relationship for the next few nights until I can get up the frickin’ stairs again.” 

“Are you sure, Sonic?” Tails asked. “You’re okay sleeping on the couch?” 

“Yeah, seriously, it’s fine. Go upstairs, both of you. Get some rest. I’ll be fine down here.” Sonic said. 

“Okay, Sonic. If you’re sure.” Tails headed back upstairs, followed by Shadow. About halfway up the stairs, Shadow stopped, looked back at Sonic, and sighed. 

“You look pathetic.” He stalked back down the stairs, and gathered Sonic up in his arms.

“H-hey! Put me down, Shadow, I’m not a baby, ya know! What do I look like, an invalid?” Sonic protested, wriggling to be set free.

“Shut up.” Shadow carried Sonic upstairs and opened the door to his own bedroom. “I need to keep an eye on you, make sure you’re not about to go and try and do anything stupid while you’re this beat up.” Shadow laid Sonic down on his own bed. “You’re staying with me until you heal up. I won’t accept no for an answer.”

Sonic huffed. “Alright, fine. I’ll behave.” He said. He scooted over so Shadow could also fit in the bed. It was a queen size bed, big enough for two fully-grown humans, so it fit the hedgehogs just fine with room to spare. Sonic liked a big fluffy bed and had somewhat recently replaced both beds in the apartment with plush queen sized beds. Shadow didn’t complain; the previous bed he had in Club Rouge was harder than a wooden plank and offered zero support for his back. It was more of a cot than a bed, and when he had moved in with Sonic, the first night’s sleep he had was so incredible he had thought to himself: I am never leaving this place.

“Thanks, Shadow.” Sonic said quietly. “You and I both know that the couch sucks. I just can’t seem to get around to replacing it.” 

Shadow shrugged. He sighed. “Sonic, you brought me into your home when I had nowhere left to go. Making sure you don’t get your fool self killed is the least I can do to repay you.” 

“Man, you keep bringing that up like I had a choice in the matter. Shadow, I would have never left you to sleep out on the street. My door was always open to you, Shadow. I just didn’t want to force it because you’ve got trust issues and stuff. I didn’t take you in with the expectation of repayment, Shadow. I don’t want you to repay me. I didn’t do it for your gratitude.” Sonic said. “I took you in because you’re my fuckin’ friend, because I care about you and your wellbeing. That’s why I referred you to a therapist, too. Speaking of which, have you been keeping up with your sessions? It’s your responsibility to pick up the phone when she calls. I’m not your mother.” Sonic asked. Shadow sighed.

“She calls me once a week.” Shadow replied. “So far we’ve gone over my traumatic childhood and the whole locked-in-stasis-for-fifty-years thing, and also the falling-through-the-atmosphere-and-losing-most-of-my-memories-upon-impact thing. Thanks to hers and your help, I do remember most things now, but I still have trouble with my short-term memory. Finding my keys is like pulling teeth, but I remember where I came from and who I am now.” 

“Good. I mean, not good about the short-term memory thing, but good, you’re talking to her. You need to keep talking to her, okay? She’s literally paid to help you work out your issues. I have a therapist too.” Sonic said. “So do Tails, and Knuckles, and Amy. We all have psychological stuff goin’ on. Everyone in the world does. There are people who are literally paid big money to help you. It’s their job to help you. You just have to let them do their job.” 

“Right, right. I know. I just can’t help but feel… obligated to help you.” Shadow said. “Just… let me have this. I feel like I need to help you. Just… let me help you right now.”

“....Okay, Shadow. Go ahead, nurse me back to health. It’ll do you some good too.” Sonic acquiesced, leaning back on Shadow’s pillow. Shadow nodded. 

“Let me start by changing those bandages. You’ve got soy sauce on them.” Shadow pulled a first-aid kit out from underneath the bed and began unwrapping Sonic’s bandages. His hand brushed a particularly nasty burn on the back of Sonic’s hand, courtesy of a blaster bolt. Sonic winced and hissed in pain, his hand jerking and seizing involuntarily in Shadow’s.

“Ssss! Ahh! Easy!” 

“Sorry!” Shadow quickly took the burn relief ointment out of the first-aid kit and gently smoothed it over the area. Sonic’s hand tensed up and he bit his lip in pain, but kept as still as he could while Shadow wrapped a fresh bandage around the wound. “Christ, Sonic, you really got yourself in a lot of trouble out there. You’re getting sloppy.” Shadow huffed, unwrapping the bandage around Sonic’s forearm. There was a large gash in his forearm, stitched together by the surgeons at the hospital before Shadow picked him up. Shadow picked up a cotton ball and the peroxide. 

“Hey, shut up. I can still run circles around you, Faker. And anyway, it’s my job to kick Eggman’s ass, that’s always been my job. And I won in the end.” Sonic shrugged. “Sure, he beat me good at first, but I always win in the end. No matter what Eggman throws at me.” Shadow began dabbing the peroxide on Sonic’s gash, and Sonic twitched and hissed again in pain, but let Shadow clean his wound and rewrap it. 

“I just wish you’d think before you risked your hide!” Shadow exclaimed. “It’s like you have no sense of self-preservation.” 

“Look who’s talking!” Sonic retorted. “Shadow, you have a really bad martyr complex. You think you’re the only one with the world on your shoulders. Look at me, Shadow. I mean really look at me.” Sonic reached out and grabbed Shadow’s head, yanking it towards him so Shadow was looking him in the eyes. “Shadow, I give a damn about you. You are my friend. You can share your burdens with me. Now, if you’d be so kind, please finish changing my bandages, because I think I’m bleeding through some of them.” 

Shadow nodded and began patching Sonic up. After Sonic had been patched back up, Shadow climbed up in bed next to him, flicked off the light, and the two of them went to sleep. Shadow stayed up just long enough to ensure that Sonic was sleeping soundly, looking over at him to make sure he was still breathing. Sonic’s chest moved up and down with deep, steady breaths. Satisfied with the status of Sonic’s alive-ness, Shadow settled down and drifted to sleep himself.

[aerugonian]

Chapter 8 of Road to Nowhere has been posted :D Katoshi starts school at UA!! The chapter ended up getting broken in half because it was so long so a lot of the very fun stuff will come soon c: 

[aidfirst]

do you like robots ?? what about robot medics. here you will find a transformers: prime based first aid. he’s here to kick some ass (with love) and chew some bubblegum , and he’s all out of bubblegum !! about. rules.

[shaykai]

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