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[zinnyalila]

Ups, I caught you!

Sonally Week Day 2: Fantasy

(Seguimos tarde aaa) @boundforfreedomsonsal

[lolinuyashazeldafan]

Sonally week 2025 day 6 pirates

A Sonic the Hedgehog Pirate AU for @boundforfreedomsonsal event Sonally week 2025 day 6 pirates.

Onboard their ship, a pirate crew of freedom fighters sail across the high seas and Captain Sally Acorn said to her crew, "Alright, I'm sure there should be some heavy winds coming, so we need to make sure the sails don't break apart." and a blue hedgehog said to his captain, "Do you want to give a good luck kiss, captain?" which Sally said to her crew mate, "Oh sure, you want the winds to blow us off the ship, Sonic?" and Sonic quickly said as he speed up the mast, "No, I'm working now." Captain Sally is glad that she managed to get Sonic in check while the rest of the crew do their work around the ship.

[legofanguy1999]

Sonally week 2025 day 6 pirates

A Sonic the Hedgehog pirate AU for @boundforfreedomsonsal event Sonally week 2025 day 6 pirates, continuing the pirate AU story.

During her time as prisoner of a pirate crew, Princess Sally was surprised that she become close friends with the pirates, helping them with what she know about sea travel from books she has read back home, and Sally start to have feelings for the pirate captain Sonic despite that he has basically kidnap her to force her into a hostage. Sally don't know why she having these feelings for Sonic and she don't know that Sonic starting to have the same feelings for her as well.

[wildwoodmage]

Bound for Freedom year five

Prompt: decoration

I started this during sonsal week so it counts, alright?? It COUNTS

Anyway lol I've always had beef with Archie for making Sonic king because let's be honest, neither of them would want that. Sally craves power and structure and responsibility that would make Sonic break out in hives. But I think Sonic would make an EXCELLENT high consort, charming both the court and the general public, sassing nobles who think too highly of themselves, ducking out of politics when he gets bored, and so on. Basically let Sonic be the irreverent but unfairly charismatic trophy husband Sally deserves. Please

[boundforfreedomsonsal]

THE COUNTDOWN BEGINS: SIX…

Brace yourselves, SonSal Fans!  BOUND FOR FREEDOM YEAR 4: “NATURE” is coming, on THURSDAY, AUGUST 11th!  

Art, ‘Fics, Headcanons, Photos, Pic Sets, Edits, all are welcome here!  Read the rules and learn this year’s Prompts here:

https://boundforfreedomsonsal.tumblr.com/post/688592390114754560/announcingbound-for-freedom-week-year-4

Whether you contribute or simply enjoy the work contributed by others, I’m very excited to share in the fun with everybody. ^_^

[tracingpapier]

"Just a little while longer..."

Decided to participate in Bound for Freedom this year, if only briefly! ^_^ This piece follows the prompt "Dawn" :)

I wanted to contribute something as a huge thanks to the folk(s) at boundforfreedomsonsal. They always leave such nice comments on everyone's art. It always brings a smile to my face to see them in my replies, haha. Check out their blog!

Psst! The there's a speedpaint for this piece too! Check it out here!

[werewolf-cl4ws]

Sonsally week 2021: Day 1 - Dawn

Told you I'd have something to share. 'cause it's that time of the year again! I might not have a piece for every prompt though so hopefully people will still enjoy what I have.

This takes place in my AU again, starting in the current timeline.

Sonic landed into the hay stack pile with a grunt, the speed that he was traveling through the Sliding Tree combined with him being curled into a ball practically shooting him into the hay like a bullet from a gun.

When he was sure that he hadn’t overshot himself Sonic uncurled himself and dug his way to the top of the pile, shaking himself off the moment he broke the surface, then flopped onto the pile with a soft sigh. He had just come back from doing night patrol in Robotropolis, and although Sonic much preferred patrol over doing guard duty, tonight’s session had left him feeling drained.

Not that anything bad had happened while he was in the city. If anything, absolutely nothing had happened, and that in itself was what made the night feel like a lifetime to the impatient hedgehog. The night had started off simple enough; Sonic clocked into Robotropolis around twenty-hundred hours, just when it was started to get dark – or darker, considering the ever present gloom that gripped the atmosphere of the city – and waited for his uncle to report in with some data that Sally had been waiting on.

Uncle Chuck had sent a messenger-bot earlier in the day to tell Sally he would have it, hence sending Sonic, but when he showed up at their secret meeting place not far from the junkyards, Uncle Chuck had explained that he ran into a snag getting all the information, and needed Sonic’s help to watch his back while he got it.

Sonic jumped at the chance for some action in an instant, only to find that tonight was an unusually quiet night both in terms of SWATbot patrols and other expected dangers, which made the improv retrieval mission smoother than silk. Even Uncle Chuck commented on the unusual lack of activity, but couldn’t investigate further as he needed to get back to his shift before anyone noticed he was missing. So Sonic had taken it upon himself to do some snooping around to see what might have been going down.

He had searched high, and low, and in every part of the city where any sort of trouble usually started, but no matter where Sonic looked it just seemed like Robotropolis was going through its usual motions without any sinister edges to its routine. It got to the point where Sonic dashed up one of the tallest buildings in the city so he could get a bird’s eye view, but even after an hour or so of watching from his perch, all he saw was how boring Robototrpolis was from a different angle.

By then dawn was starting to approach, and when he was sure that absolutely nothing was happening, and there wasn’t anything in the works plotting to blindside the Freedom Fighters in any way, Sonic had headed home, chasing the oncoming dawn.

At that moment Sonic was looking forward to bed, but he still had one more thing he needed to do before he could, which required a little more effort than he could muster at the moment. After picking up anything from Uncle Chuck, Sonic would take it to the War Alcove and drop it off there for Sally to look over later, as usually she would be asleep by the time Sonic came back from his patrols.

If he didn’t do this Sonic would find himself being woken up by Sally not even an hour after going to sleep, as she was an early riser. And she was not going to wait for Sonic to wake up to hand over the data, considering he had been out all night and wouldn’t be up again until well past the afternoon. Which she understood completely, but Sally would also be biting at the bit to get her hands on whatever Uncle Chuck had managed to find, as circumstances could change very quickly and every moment counted.

Sonic had learned this the hard way many times before, as a result of either his own forgetfulness brought on by exhaustion, or thinking that he could get away with skipping a step in the process. He probably should have known better after the first two times, but as they say, third time’s the charm. And the third charm was Sonic nearly having the blue scared right out of his fur when he woke up to Sally staring him down, her face mere inches away from his as she almost willed him awake.

Sonic had also learned that he needed to hang his hammock over his bed, as such occasions made Sonic realise that the fall the his floor was much bigger than it looked, and much more terrifying from said dead sleep.

As Sonic dragged himself out of the haystack and over to the War Alcove dawn was starting to settle in more, bringing with it a sharp, bright contrast to the darkness of Robotropolis that almost overwhelmed Sonic’s senses. It looked like it was going to be a beautiful day, and Sonic couldn’t wait to spend it locked in his hut with the curtains drawn and dead to the world. When he approached the alcove Sonic barely stopped, just pausing for a brief moment to set the data disc onto the table before sharply turning on his heel to head back towards his hut.

However in his foggy brained state, Sonic hadn’t expected anyone to be at the alcove just yet. So when he spotted Sally sitting at the table from the corner of his eye, Sonic actually jumped with a sharp yelp that blurred into a hiss, which in turn startled Sally out of her own focus.

“Geez, Sal! Wha’ the hell?!” Sonic cried out, before reaching up to smooth his quills down with both hands, feeling them trying to fight their way back up as adrenaline still flashed through him.

“What do you mean? I’m working!” Sally answered, pressing a hand to her chest to try to still her heart.

She had been so deep in thought that she hadn’t even heard Sonic’s approach, and when Sonic got startled she had almost flung the papers that were in her hands right off the platform. Thankfully they had just landed at her feet, and once Sally’s heart had stopped attempting to escape she bent down to pick them up.

“I can see that, I mean why are you workin’ here?” Sonic clarified.

Then he paused, before he glanced at the sky once more, then glanced back at Sally, a suspicious look on his face now.

“’nd why are you up so damn early?”

Sally stilled as she collected her papers, her eyes darting away from Sonic before she quickly gathered what remained and stood once more.

“I’m always up at this time. If you got up early you’d know this,” Sally remarked as she shuffled the papers to get them tidied up, however she didn’t quite look at Sonic as she did this. “Did you get the data from Uncle Chuck?”

The suspicious look on Sonic’s face deepened as he squinted at Sally, his earlier exhaustion now nothing but a nagging memory.

“I did, yeah. But this is way too early, even for you,” Sonic pointed out. “Even the birds ain’t awake yet.”

“Sometimes I like to watch the sun rise,” Sally stated with a soft huff, the comment coming out more off-handed than she meant it to be. She sat back down and brought some other papers closer to her so she could look them over, before tilting her head at Sonic. “Can I have the data please?”

To her frustration, Sonic answered by crossing his arms over his chest and tapping his foot against the wooden platform, the sound mimicking a relentless woodpecker with a blunted beak.

“Y’weren’t even lookin’ at the sun, you were starin’ at your papers,” Sonic pointed out. “Did you sleep at all?”

“Of course I did,” Sally exasperated, rolling her eyes. “I don’t want to talk about this now, you need to sleep, and I need that data. Please let me have it.”

Sonic didn’t stop tapping his foot, his impatience clear through his body as his quills tensed slightly. He tilted his head to look Sally over, and had to bite back a sigh at what he saw. There were beginnings of dark circles under Sally’s eyes, which he had to be honest was a fairly regular thing to see on Sally, but he also knew how they looked when they were settling in. And even though she was fairly alert, Sally couldn’t quite focus on Sonic whenever she looked at him, which could be blamed on the brightness of the sun as well, but if she had gotten enough sleep then that wouldn’t have been bothering Sally in the first place.

“You’ve been up all night! I know it!” Sonic chided, barely flinching when Sally groaned in frustration.

“I couldn’t sleep, all right?” Sally confessed. “It happens, this shouldn’t surprise you. I’m not asking again, Sonic.”

The more Sally tried to deflect the more Sonic wanted to fight, even as his own tiredness started to creep back into his body. Since contracting his Sleeping Sickness, Sonic had started to become a little more aware of how tired he would get, on account of it being a symptom of the illness. He was still learning how much of it he could actually fight off before it became something to be concerned about, but he was sure at this stage that this was just regular old tiredness kicking in. Which he wanted to address now by going to bed.

“I’ll give it to ya, after you’ve gotten some sleep,” Sonic remarked, and turned to leave.

Behind him the sound of wood scraping over wood snapped through the air, and when Sonic looked over his shoulder he spotted Sally now standing, half hunched over the table as she glared daggers at his back.

“Sonic! I can sleep later, but I need that data now. It’s important,” Sally gritted.

“Sal, it’s literally the ass crack o’ dawn ‘nd I’m sure you saw the last dawn wit’out sleepin’ a wink in between,” Sonic sighed, shaking his head. “Go to bed, I’ll be up in like a couple o’ hours, you can have it then.”

“Now we both know that’s not true, it’ll be too late by the time you wake up to give it to me,” Sally sighed. “If you give it to me now I’ll go to bed right after looking it over.”

“Now who’s lyin’?” Sonic quipped, smirking. “Nope, I’m takin’ it wit’ me, ‘nd I’ll catch ya later. Goodnight.”

“The only way I’m going to bed is if you make me, Sonic Hedgehog!” Sally snapped, stamping her foot down in her frustration.

Sonic stopped dead in his tracks, the last of his patience now withering into nothing.

The few minutes after dawn was one of Bunnie’s favourite times of the day. It was the right moment, where everything was just starting to wake up, but was still in a state of calm where there was no rush to make any decisions. Outside of what to have for breakfast.

Right now she was in her hut, lazily watching over some boiling water that she was going to use for her tea, which sat ready in one of her favourite cups. Just as it really began to bubble Bunnie wondered if the weather would be good enough for her to do some gardening, as some of the tomatoes she had planted were looking like they needed some attention after a long bout of slightly too harsh sunlight.

As she reached to quell the fire a sudden scream snapped through the air, making the cyborg rabbit jump and almost knock over the pot in the progress.

In one swift movement Bunnie cut the flame and was out the door, bolting towards the scream. She was sure it had come from the War Alcove, though why she couldn’t begin to guess. So when she made it up the ramp and onto the platform the scene Bunnie found made her stop dead in her tracks.

The scream had come from Sally, which sounded again as she yelled a shade of murder that matched Sonic’s quills. She was also half tossed over Sonic’s shoulder, and was doing everything in her power to either kick or hit Sonic in between her yelling.

Sonic meanwhile was holding Sally in such a way that whenever she did try to kick him he was able to twist and lift her higher away from himself, his recent growth spurt thanks to his mutation coming in handy now as his arm length was just enough to keep him out of kicking range.

“Princesses don’t kick!” Sonic was shouting, which only resulted in Sally attempting to kick him again, and Sonic had to twist her slightly in the air to avoid copping a boot to his face.

“Wha’ in th’ hell are you two doin’?!” Bunnie demanded, and in an instant the pair stopped and stared at Bunnie. Or at least tried to, as the angle that Sonic was now holding Sally wasn’t quite giving her a clear view of her friend.

“He started it!” Sally cried out, making Sonic splutter in response.

“I did not! She started it!” Sonic protested.

Bunnie groaned and pinched at the bridge of her muzzle, muttering a small oath under her breath. It was too darn early for this.

“Then Ah’m finishin’ it. Sonic, put Sally-girl down. She ain’t a sack o’ flour,” Bunnie ordered, then blinked when Sonic shook his head.

“Sorry, ain’t doin’ it. Sal didn’t sleep at all last night,” Sonic explained, before he quickly lifted Sally up once more so she couldn’t attempt to whack him one for tattling on her.

Suddenly everything made sense to Bunnie, and Bunnie sighed again as she gave Sally a deadpan looked.

“Sally, is that true?”

Sally finally stilled in Sonic’s grip, and her eyes flinted away as a flush of red crossed her cheeks. Below her Sonic snickered, and Sally had to resist the urge to twist his ear while it was within reach.

“I’m not a child!” Sally protested, but that had given Bunnie her answer.

“C’mon, Ah’ll get her door fer ya, sugah-hog,” Bunnie offered, cocking her head over her shoulder so that Sonic would follow her, which he gladly did.

“Thanks, Bunnie.”

Bunnie waved him off, smirking a little as they made their way to Sally’s hut.

“Think nothin’ o’ it, hun. Just make sure you get some sleep, too. Ah can’t be goin’ ‘round escortin’ everyone, Ah have things t’do, too.”

“This is insubordination, you know,” Sally pointed out. By now she had given in on trying to escape Sonic’s grip, but the last thing she was going to do was allow this to continue without some kind of protest. Though a small yelp escaped her as Sonic twisted her so that he could hold her bridal style, and when Sonic grinned down at her Sally gave him an indignant frown.

“You’re way too cranky, you’ll feel better after some sleep, Sal,” Sonic stated, then ducked back when Sally attempted to grab at one of his ears. “Rude. I’m gonna commit some treason now.”

[erictmason]

“BOUND FOR FREEDOM, YEAR TWO, DAY THREE: “SURPRISE”

“Hair of the ‘Hog”

Everything had been fine, like, five seconds ago.

Sonic and Sally had been doing a bit of Spring Cleaning in her hut, perfectly happy, making jokes, the whole nine yards.  At one point, Sonic had bent down to pick up a bit of paper that had fallen to the floor, and then he heard a loud CRACK from behind.  “Hey, is everything OK, SalleeyeeYEE!!!”

He turned around to find himself looking, not at the small (actually a bit taller than him but still) squirrel he knew, but a towering beast with wild unruly fur, razor sharp teeth, and thick strong claws.  Said claws were currently rubbing the back of its head, which was just now lowering from the fractured piece of roof it had been stuck in a moment ago.  Any other Mobian would have probably been scared out of their minds, but Sonic...well, OK, his quills were all on end and his heart was beating even faster than usual, but even so the hedgehog’s momentary surprise (which was not at all the same thing as having been scared!) was not enough to keep him from noticing just how familiar this creature looked.

“Sal?” he squeaked out, then coughed and tried again.  “Uh, I mean, Sal?  Is that you?” The beast gave a slow nod.

“...h...hi, Sonic...” the beast spoke, her deep growling voice sounding paradoxically mawkish.  “Did you get that paper...?”

“Yup.”  He showed it to her, waving it around teasingly.  “Now you have to answer my question.”  He took a moment to mat down his quills before standing on his tippy toes, still not quite able to get to eye-level with the princess but it was close enough.  “What.  The.  Heck?”

“Well...you remember the whole ‘Werehog’ incident, right?”  Sonic quirked a brow at her.  “...OK, bad question.”  The wolf-squirrel’s head lowered, her eyes turning glumly to her feet.  “In any case, somehow, I guess some of that power got transferred into me, and in the last week or so...I don’t know what sets it off, but every so often, apparently at random...well...”  She gestured toward her hulking form.  “This happens.  It can last a minute, an hour, sometimes even the better part of a day....”

“And you’ve been hiding that from us?” Sonic asked her, taking a step toward her.

She backed away a little.  “I didn’t...I didn’t want anyone to worry.”  She traced a circle on the floor, her clawed finger leaving a thin trail in the wood.  “I’m not experiencing any loss of control or changes in perception...I’m still me, as far as I can tell.  Just...” she sighed.  “A bigger, scarier me.  I thought maybe it was better if-”

She squeaked a bit as Sonic put a finger to her snout, having now climbed a bit over her legs.  “It wasn’t,” he said simply.  “Sal, you know how much we all care about you.  Even if it’s not as bad as bad gets now, who knows how much worse it might get later?”  He lowered his hand to hers, wrapping it around her thumb.  “And even if it doesn’t...I made the mistake of tryin’ t’hide from my friends too.  Trust me, it’s never the right answer.”

“...I know,” Sally said, and for a moment it was if her voice was back to its usual self.  “I guess I knew I was making a mistake all along.  I was just...scared....”

Sonic nodded, leaning into the tufted fur of her chest.  “Yeah...it is pretty scary, huh?”

The princess sighed a little (Sonic might even have thought it was almost like a purr), gently placing a big hand to his back.  “Actually?  Not so much,” she said.  “Not anymore.”