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(Final commission 7/7 for @wertzunge ✨️)

Max, thank you so much for your patience through out this big order that took so long, I hope you enjoy your piece with the bonus of colors (which is rare from me, but ive gotten better! So i will share some of my favorite details bellow the cut 🫰

Nireis hair and freckles

Nireis bandaids (from sparring)

Suos earings

eueuuHEHHEHe sorry (/▿＼ )

im rly happy with how this turned out HHHH I LOVE MY SHAYLAS

the sadness goblins have not yet left but this is helping a bit :3

wehehe, i am not doing new requests at the moment, but receiving love for my ice cream designs warms my heart (´ ε ` )♡ and this was easy to whip up and another way to share my love for sheepy-chan's creations. so here you go !

you can’t keep spoiling me like this waaaaa!!!

look at them i’m crying!!!!!

HIS LIL FACE I CANT-

THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN TAMA-CHAN YOU’RE TOO KIND FOR THIS WORLD WAA <333 

Have a great day

(might as well atleast get one in cause ADHD Is about to fully take over ;w;)

🌑⚡ Lee Sonic — Ler Shadow (FEET/PAWS EDITION) ⚡🌑

(SFW, comforty, playful)

Sonic made the grave mistake of stretching out on the couch after a long run, arms behind his head, legs kicked out, feet fully exposed and relaxed.

Shadow walked in. Stopped. Stared.

“…Hmph. Vulnerable, are we?”

Sonic cracked one eye open. “Bro. Don’t you even—”

Shadow was already smirking. That dangerous smirk.

“You leave the most effective weak points completely undefended. Pathetic.”

Before Sonic could curl up or zoom away, Shadow used a tiny burst of Chaos Control to appear right at Sonic’s feet.

“WAITWAITWAIT— SHADS—!!”

Too late.

Shadow dragged one single, slow finger across Sonic’s left sole. Just once.

Sonic exploded.

“PFF— PHAHA— SHADOOOOW!!”

His feet jolted, toes spreading wide in instinctive panic as bright, helpless laughter burst out of him. His speed didn’t matter now — Shadow was already holding his ankles with one strong arm.

“Tsk. Sensitive,” Shadow muttered like this was some kind of science experiment, even though he was CLEARLY enjoying it.

He used two fingers now, tracing little circles across the smooth arch of Sonic’s paw.

Sonic shrieked.

“NOHOHO— NOT— THAHAHAT SPOT—!!”

Shadow tilted his head. “Oh? This spot?”

He scribbled right under Sonic’s toes.

Sonic lost all motor functions immediately.

Legs kicking but going nowhere, hands slapping the couch, back arching in a giggly blue heap.

“SHAHADOOOOW!! I-I’M— GONNA— FALL APART—!!!”

Shadow chuckled — a rare, warm one.

“You act like you don’t love the attention.”

Sonic’s face was crimson. “THAT’S NOT— THAHAT’S— OHOH MY CHAOS—!!”

Shadow went for the finishing move:

He pinned Sonic’s feet with one hand and scribbled both soles with the other, fast and ruthless but still playful — little claw-like motions right along Sonic’s arches.

Sonic practically howled.

“STAHAHAHAP— I CAN’T— I CAN’T—!!!”

And Shadow? Shadow leaned in just a little and murmured:

“Then yield.”

“I— OKAY OKAY!! I YEHEHEHIELD!!”

Only then did Shadow finally stop.

Sonic curled up, still hiccup-giggling, rubbing at his face.

Shadow crossed his arms, perfectly calm. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before leaving your paws out like that.”

Sonic kicked weakly at him. “You’re evil.”

Shadow smirked, brushing Sonic’s ankle with one gloved finger, making him squeak.

⚙️ “Weak Point Detected” 💙

(Lee!Sonic | Ler!Metal Sonic)

Sonic prided himself on his speed, his reflexes, his ability to laugh in the face of danger— But apparently, he wasn’t laughing the right way.

The blue blur had been darting through one of Eggman’s new fortresses when a familiar metallic whirr echoed behind him.

“TARGET LOCKED.”

“Oh, great.” Sonic skidded to a halt, grinning over his shoulder. “Didn’t get enough last time, huh, metalhead?”

Metal Sonic didn’t reply. His red optics flickered, scanning Sonic up and down like a hawk eyeing prey. Then—unexpectedly—he lunged, faster than before. Sonic dodged left, then right, but Metal mirrored every single move flawlessly.

“Fast learner, huh?” Sonic teased breathlessly, ducking under an incoming swipe.

Metal Sonic’s head tilted slightly. “AFFIRMATIVE. LEARNING… NEW STRATEGIES.*”

That tone made Sonic pause for just a second—long enough for Metal to tackle him, sending them both crashing into the floor.

“Ghh—HEY! Hands off, bolts-for-brains!”

Metal Sonic didn’t respond. He simply loomed above, claws pressing lightly against Sonic’s sides. His sensors whirred.

“VITAL SIGNS: STABLE. RESPONSE TO PRESSURE—HIGHLY REACTIVE.”

“Wha—wait, no no no—” Sonic’s grin faltered, realization dawning too late. “D-don’t you DARE—!!”

“WEAK POINT DETECTED.”

And with horrifying precision, Metal Sonic’s claws began to scritch.

“HAHAHAhahahAAAhH—! N-noHOHO! WhhHAhahAT are yOU DOIng?!?” Sonic arched up immediately, laughter bursting out of him uncontrollably.

Metal Sonic’s head tilted again, analyzing like he was running a diagnostic. “UNEXPECTED RESPONSE: HYSTERICAL VOCALIZATION. SUBJECT LOSING COORDINATION.”

“ThhahhAhAts BEHEHECAUSE IT TIhihhIckles—!!”

“TICKLES…” Metal Sonic repeated flatly, as if filing the word away for research. His claws adjusted just slightly, dragging in precise little spirals over Sonic’s ribs.

Sonic shrieked. “NAHAHAHAHAHahHAHhhahHHhh!! NOhOHoHoOo FAhAhAIR!!!”

“CONFIRMATION: TICKLE RESPONSE CRITICAL.” Metal Sonic’s tone almost sounded smug—if a robot could sound smug. “NEW COMBAT STRATEGY: EFFECTIVE.”

“COmMmBAhahaHAT STRATEGY?!? WhhHYahHAH— Whyyhyhyhy mEhehehh—?!?”

“OBJECTIVE: DEMORALIZE TARGET.”

“WELL iT’S wohohorking—!!” Sonic howled, twisting and thrashing as Metal Sonic experimented—under the arms, down the sides, even a light flicker against his neck that sent the hero into helpless squeals.

Metal Sonic paused briefly, sensors whirring again. “SUBJECT HEART RATE: ELEVATED. EMOTIONAL STATE: UNDEFINED.”

“IT’S CAhAHAHALLEd LAUGHING!! YOU TIN CAN!!”

Metal Sonic seemed to… process that. His claws retracted slightly, but the red eyes still glowed with curiosity.

“LAUGHING… INDICATES JOY.”

“NOT RIGHHT NOW IT DOhohOESN’T!!”

For a long second, the robot just stared, his processors likely short-circuiting at the concept of “joyful suffering.” Then, very slowly, almost experimentally—

He poked Sonic’s side again.

“EEP—!! METAL!!”

“OBSERVATION: REACTION REMAINS CONSISTENT.”

“THAT’S BEHEheCAUSE IT’S TIhihICKLISH—!!”

Metal Sonic tilted his head again. “FASCINATING.”

Eventually, after what felt like an eternity (and more laughter than Sonic would ever admit to), the robot released him. Sonic flopped back, still giggling breathlessly.

“Y-you’re—hhhhh—the worst.”

“NEGATIVE. THE BEST. WEAKNESS DISCOVERED.”

Sonic groaned, half laughing, half terrified. “If you tell anyone about this—”

“DATA STORED. WILL USE AGAIN.”

“Don’t you da—HEY!!”

Metal Sonic zipped off, a metallic laugh echoing faintly behind him.