Wayfinder of the Norted Variety

A mutant and an experiment are forced to fight birds. Things explode.

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Artwork by Paul Robertson (_steezy.art_ on Instagram).

The “my bby flies” club

🌈 HAPPY PRIDE!!!! 🌈

My similarly Sonic-obsessed friend and I have become rock climbing buddies.

She coined the term “The hold may be bad, but you’re badder” and so I had to make this for her 🤷‍♀️

Requests I managed to make from Instagram! The first is Sonic and Shadow reacting to Spirit the horse movie

who infected me with thinkin bout tails disease and it's terminal

It's a quiet thing, love. Always hand-in-hand with fear because they both often creep up too close and take everything from him eventually. It's the subtle ache in his heart he feels when the sun goes down and the chilly wind blows too hard for him to sit still and admire a beautiful thing, dying. Even so it remained, and he carried it willingly, for he knew no other companion.

But growing up meant love could be loud. And not in an overwhelming way that reminded him of running endlessly from shadows that never solidified. In a way that was safe, like the bright light of day that chased all of the fear away with its comforting chaos. It's weird at first-everything he'd ever loved he feared just as much...what was love without fear?

Freedom.

But getting older meant love could be quiet. And not in a shallow way that reminded him of all the people who pretended so they could get something out of him, too. In a way that was terrifying, like the waves of an ocean he refused to go near that, in spite of everything, refused to wash away the name this kid had written in the sand as if it was meant to be eternal. It's frustrating at first-why was he so afraid this one would slip out of his fingers when all he's ever done is throw caution to the wind? What was love entangled with fear...?

Family.