Hes in a sleeping bag, that’s literally thr only way this could be on theme, I COULDNT THINK OF ANYTHING OKAY
I actually could not think of anything actually camping related, It took me 4 days just to get this, IM SO BEGIND BC OF THIS THING
Yeah it’s super messy and I did everything as fast as possible so I could get it over with. it actually was a lot of fun tho, sometimes u make ugly drawings but you just have so much fun making it that it doesn’t matter
I know that many Sonamy fans are gonna be mad at me (and even shippers of Mighty with someone else), even I used to bother myiself with the usual thing of wanting a couple to get canon like it was important to me but what should I say..... I grew up so gotta outgrow things as well.
Besides have you thought about who the other worlds' Amys would've end up with?
In my opinion sometimes for some people there's nothing wrong with staying single, if a person still has friends around them that's what matters, but honestly when I saw how nice Mighty treats Amy despite everything I thought that it's fair for them to have each other and if the variants of Mighty are also kind and fill some void for the Roses then I think that's nice.
Welcome to the pride posts! Today’s is actually our first canon character
Ray!
I have so many non pride headcanons in mind for him but for now PRIDE!
In childhood-teen years Ray just went by “Unlabeled”
However as he grew up Ray would eventually go by Demisexual and Demiromantic! I don’t have any gender headcanons for me so he’s cis nor do I know enough about Ray to be able to say if I see him with boys or not, so! Yea:) I just feel like Mighty raised his standards on how someone should treat him- kinda like how your dad is the reason your standards are so high cause he treated you so well. He doesn’t like fact he has to have a deep platonic bond with someone before it develops into a romantic one, but has to keep reminding himself that it’s not his fault.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Mighty the Armadillo & Ray the Flying Squirrel
Characters: Ray the Flying Squirrel, Mighty the Armadillo
Additional Tags: Werewolves, Werearmadillo, Mentioned Knuckles the Echidna, Mentioned Team Chaotix (Sonic the Hedgehog), werewolf folklore, Mighty and Ray Week, 35DaysSonic, Mighty and Ray Week 2026, 35 Days of Sonic (Sonic the Hedgehog)
Sadly, I’m too busy this week to do much for Mighty and Ray Week, or for 35 Days of Sonic, but a few of the prompts lined up nicely. So, I pumped out a quick story.
Mighty and Ray Week Prompt - Trust
35 Days of Sonic Prompts - Folklore + Beast
(Mighty is turning 10 and Ray is 5. As a quick headcanon explanation, the trauma and injury Ray sustained the night his parents died is what gave him the stutter. He overcomes it for the most part eventually, but not at this point in the timeline)
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Ray took a deep breath and pushed open the bakery door. An overpowering smell of freshly baked goods nearly bowled him over. Maybe they had almond cake! Mighty said his mami made it a lot and it was really yummy. Would the ones here taste the same—stop!
Focus, focus! Ray shook his head. He was here on a mission.
He smoothed down his freshly cleaned fur and stomped up to the cashier with his head held high.
"Ahem!"
A lavendar-furred raccoon peered over the counter and smiled. "Hello there, sweetheart! What can I do for you?"
"M-My name is Ray. Do you ha-ha—h-have, have—"
No, no, no! He practiced! He practiced what to say! Ray swallowed against the tightness in his throat and tried again. "Have a j-jo-job f-f-f—"
"Sh-sh-sh, it's all right." The lady rushed around the counter. She knelt and dabbed a corner of her apron on his face. "There's no need to rush, dear. Take your time."
Ray sniffed and wiped a glove under his nose. This always looked so easy when Mighty did it.
"I think I heard something about a job," the lady said. "Did your brother or sister send you to ask around for any openings?"
Ray shook his head and pointed to himself. "J-Just today. A trade." He took another deep breath and spoke slowly. "It's my brother's birthday an' he l-likes cranber-berries. I d-don't have mon-money but I can work!" He flexed his muscles the way Mighty did when he was trying to impress someone. They were nowhere near as cool or as big as Mighty's, but it made the baker lady laugh.
"Well . . ." She gave him a once-over. "I do need some dishes washed and my floors cleaned." She held out her paw. "What do you say?"
Ray beamed. "YES!" He shook her paw with both of his and did a few hops in place. He got a job! A job like Mighty!
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The lady (her name was Winnow) had a lot of dishes for Ray to clean, but she was really nice. She even gave Ray some cheese and bread for lunch. Mighty's trick worked!
He said that recones—reconis . . . research was important when getting a job. The flyers in store windows weren't useful because those wanted help for months or years, not a few days or weeks. Mighty said to look for places with nice people who wouldn't turn them in to orphanages or get angry. Or to listen and see if one of the workers was hurt or if the people looked to be in a hurry. Those kinds of places were more likely to be okay with getting help for just a little while.
Now, Mighty told Ray these things so he could help Mighty find a place to work, because Ray was too little. He was supposed to search for wild berries and stuff to eat or practice his reading in the library while Mighty worked jobs. It was Mighty's "duty" as the older brother, but he promised Ray could help in a few years.
"Lots of jobs need you to read," was Mighty's excuse when Ray got super angry about not being allowed to help. "They don't got time to read for you, so you gotta study hard!" Ray had a feeling Mighty was just saying that to make him stay at the library and get out of his way, but he supposed it made a little sense.
Anyway, he watched this bakery for two whole days. Winnow was always smiling and was nice to her daughter who also worked in the store. He even saw her use old stuff to feed the birds, instead of throwing it away like other places did. Someone like that had to be nice enough to let him work—and she was!
It was hard work though. His muscles felt all gooey like bread dough and the fur on his arms was stiff from working with soap all day. When it was dinner time, Winnow crouched down and presented him with a fancy cardboard box.
"Some cranberry brie pastry puffs for a job well done!"
Part of the box's lid had some clear, crinkly stuff on top. Ray glanced inside to see two desserts the size of Mighty's paw, pretty as a picture and piled high with roasted cranberries. Even with the box closed they smelled super yummy, but it was more than he deserved.
"U-Um . . . " Ray wrung his paws together. "I-I think that's too much, ma'am. I don't—I didn't d-do enough. I—"
"Oh hush," Winnow said. She gently pushed the box into his paws. "You didn't give up and cleaned everything I asked you to. Besides—I bet your brother is the kind of person who would share his present with you, right?"
Ray nodded. No matter how hard he tried to pretend not to be hungry, Mighty always gave him more food. It was a strange thing, to feel so sad when Mighty seemed so happy, but Ray couldn't help it. He wasn't strong enough yet to ignore his rumbly tummy.
"I thought so." Winnow pat his shoulder. "This way, your brother has no choice but to eat the whole thing."
Tears fell down Ray's cheeks. He gently put the box on the ground and gave Winnow a biiiiiiig hug. "Thank you!" he cried.
"You're welcome, sweetheart." She winked. "Now go find your brother before that gets too cold!"
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"Hey, buddy!" Mighty rushed to meet him as he neared their current campsite. Ooops. His brother had the smile where he was trying to act like everything was okay but Ray knew it wasn't. It must be a little later than he thought. "Where've you been? Didja see a cool bug or something?"
Ray shook his head. "Mm-mm." He quickly moved the box behind his back and nudged Mighty back with his foot. "Sit down."
Mighty raised a brow but did as he was told. He plopped down around their unlit campfire and rolled his shoulders. It must have been a busy day moving logs. People were often worried when Mighty offered to help, but they always changed their minds when they saw how strong he was. The shocked looks on their faces was Ray's favorite part.
A brief moment of panic seized Ray's chest. Did the presents come before or after cake? . . . He didn't know! It's not like he could ask Mighty, cuz that would ruin the surprise.
Well, if you got cake first then you could get your present all sticky, so the present had to be first.
Ray took a few steps back and placed the box on the ground. Then he dug into his tail to pull out a small gift wrapped in a leaf.
"Happy Birthday, Mighty!" He presented it with a flourish.
Mighty gaped at him. "You remembered?"
"Tch, duh!" Ray rolled his eyes. "'Course I did! You're my b-big brother." It's not like he was a baby or anything. Sheesh. At this rate Mighty might never let him get a job.
Mighty reached out and gently "unwrapped" the present to reveal a bean-shaped red rock. Seeing it so small in Mighty's paw made Ray's insides all squirmy. It was too late now though, so Ray had to really make it sound cool.
"I-I found it in a cave a few—few weeks ago," Ray explained. "It ma-made me think of you." He pointed to the uneven bands of black running through it. "See?"
Mighty's glanced up to give him a fond smile, which was odd. It was just a stupid rock. "I love it," Mighty said. He pulled Ray in for a hug. "Thank you." It didn't make sense for him to be so happy, but Ray wasn't going to argue with Mighty on his birthday. That wouldn't be nice.
Ray rushed back to the box, grateful that he'd found such a nice lady to help him get a better present. Food was more exciting anyway.
"Aaaaand guess what else I g-got?!" He placed the box in Mighty's paws and pulled back the lid. "Ta-da!"
Mighty's mouth dropped even more than before. "Ray, you . . . how did you get this?"
"I didn't steal it!" Ray folded his arms and puffed out his cheeks. "M'n-not a thief!" He held his head up high. "I cleaned a buncha stuff in a bak-bakery an' the lady gave me two cuz she knew you would give me some. She's super sma-smar—Ah!"
Oh no—what did he do?! Mighty was crying! Ray pulled on his ears. Were those evil cranberries? Maybe the lady was just some witch in disguise! Was Mighty going to—
Ray's worries stopped when Mighty shoved the box to the side and nearly tackled him into a hug.
"Huh?"
"Thank you," Mighty whispered. He pulled back and smiled. "This is the best birthday I've ever had." He brushed back the fur on top of Ray's head. "I'm so lucky to have a little brother as great as you."
Phew! Mighty was just being weird again. He did that from time to time, looking sad and happy at the same time, and somehow guilty. It never made sense to Ray, but maybe he'd understand when he was older. That didn't matter now though, because—
"Can we eat it now, Mighty? C-Can we?"
His brother laughed. "Of course!"
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Ray's present is a raw, red jasper rock. It's said to be a grounding and protective stone which perfectly encapsulates Mighty's strengths, but of course they have no idea about that. Ray just thought it looked pretty and shares the same coloring as his big brother, while Mighty finds it adorable how Ray tried so hard to get him something. Later on, Mighty gets a jeweler to split it and make them a decorative part of the buckles for his gloves in his modern design.
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