#the fox behind the mechanic tails.

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#sonic prime #sonic prime fanart #nine #nine the fox #sails the fox #mangey the fox #sonic the hedgehog #nine sonic prime #nine sonic prime fanart #miles tails prower #tails miles prower #the fox behind the mechanic tails. #shattered mirror refractions. #( not mine. )

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I’d love to hear your headcannons on what G.U.N. thinks of the sonic cast! Idk what it is exactly but the idea of G.U.N. coming up with a bunch of plans in regards to (mostly) a bunch of teens and kids is intriguing to me

This is such a fun and interesting prompt, thank you so much for sending it! I love worldbuilding in the Sonic universe lol. LONG post below cut

Sonic:

The ultimate worst case scenario.

Much in the same way an ICBM can be anywhere in the world within 30 minutes, Sonic can be anywhere at any time and cause MASSIVE amounts of destruction.

GUN wasn't nearly as worried about Sonic before they tried to frame him in SA2. They thought it'd be easy to pin the blame of Shadow's behaviors on Sonic and then pardon him later.

They were wrong.

Now GUN threat evaluators place Sonic just behind Eggman in world threat level. They struggle to understand what his morals might be and all their attempts to reach out to Sonic and ask him to clarify have been met with a "nah!" from the hedgehog himself.

There's one group in particular within the organization who are extremely paranoid about Sonic to the point of suggesting proactive measures against him.

. . . which everyone else in the organization either laughs at/ignores/prohibits.

There is no set-in-stone contingency for Sonic, as nobody can agree on one, but the plan that has the most consensus is to somehow utilize Team Dark.

Any attempts to discuss this with Team Dark have been turned down. Shadow refuses to speak of it, Rouge laughs it off, and Omega refuses to collaborate because he promised Shadow he wouldn't.

Tails:

Due to Tails' extensive social media presence, GUN feels like they have pretty good tabs on what's going on in Tails' head at any given moment, so they're a lot less paranoid about him.

A very exclusive group of people brainstorm what the contingencies might be on the off chance Tails does present a threat to the world.

(Because even in discussing Tails, they're much more worried about Sonic's reaction to them have contingencies for the fox)

A lot of their contingencies for Tails are the same as those for Eggman. GUN feels pretty prepared for any sort of Tails Overlord scenario, actually.

Minus Sonic, that is.

Current GUN protocol is to treat Tails very very nicely so that Sonic doesn't start getting concerned.

This is why Tails is allowed to be Omega's primary mechanic.

Knuckles:

GUN sent drones directly to Angel Island. Once.

Their old protocol was for him to remain "uncontacted". Yikes.

After Knuckles started getting more involved in struggles against Eggman, GUN started doing more research into him.

Because he mostly stays up on Angel Island and acts as a competent guardian of the Master Emerald, GUN isn't too worried about him? If anything, they're glad that someone with a significant power level is preventing Eggman from stealing the ME.

They've tried to initiate diplomatic contact with him but he's turned them down every time

He knows that GUN monitors the ME from afar- sometimes on clear days he sees a GUN drone floating a few miles off of Angel Island.

It's a bit of an uneasy truce honestly. GUN's biggest concern is that Knuckles could start using the ME for his own purposes, but so far it hasn't looked like that would ever be the case.

As for contingency plans- GUN has asked Rouge if she thinks she'd be able to steal the Master Emerald. (To which she's replied yes, of course.)

The plan is to get the ME off of Angel Island and into a specially designed GUN stronghold in an undisclosed location.

Once the guardian is separated from his emerald, GUN is pretty sure they'll be able to deal with him.

(They are VASTLY underestimating him due to a lack of data)

Amy:

No contingency plans. She's flying under GUN's radar.

They probably should have something in place for her honestly.

See Knuckles' note about vast underestimation due to a lack of data.

Shadow:

The contingency for Shadow is the most detailed contingency file GUN has.

. . . and Shadow himself has helped write some of it.

The file has a long and storied history reaching all the way back 50 years. It's always been something on GUN's mind.

The current contingency is based on the idea that the first thing he'll do once he goes rogue is try to collect the chaos emeralds.

A lot of the plan involves setting a trap with lots and lots of firepower.

There's also an addendum of the plan about utilizing the other members of Team Dark, either to combat against Shadow or as hostages. Shadow is unaware of the latter. In either strategy, Omega is considered vital.

GUN has a lot of scientific data on Shadow's weaknesses to certain kinds/amounts of chaos radiation and all that jazz, so they feel a lot more confident about their ability to bring him down compared to Sonic.

Something about the enemy you know being better than the enemy you don't.

Rouge:

GUN has determined that Rouge is very unlikely to be a world-ending threat.

But a GUN-ending threat? Absolutely.

Rouge going rogue is the worst case scenario for GUN's continued survival as an organization.

They know they can't keep her out of their files or any of their locations. If she wants to sell all of their secrets or steal all of their tech, they know they're very unlikely to stop her.

Current contingencies include using the other members of Team Dark to persuade her against destroying the organization if they're willing to cooperate, or taking them hostage to negotiate if they're not.

They also plan on a public smear campaign against her- basically revealing everything they know about her while she tries to reveal everything about them.

Rouge knows about all of these plans, of course.

There's definitely a tension between her and GUN because of this.

The current plan is to treat her well and convince her to stay on GUN's side at all costs (usually through bribery!)

Omega:

GUN's contingencies for Omega are really, really barebones.

It pretty much just boils down to "destroy him".

They aren't too worried about him, kinda like with Tails. GUN knows how to destroy Badniks. They've been destroying Badniks for lots of years at this point.

If anything, they consider Omega to be the least threatening member of Team Dark and the best lynchpin for if either other member of the team goes rogue.

(It should be noted that they still expect any scenario where Omega goes rogue to have the highest number of immediate civilian casualties.)

See my fic on this

Silver:

HOO BOY, is GUN worried about Silver.

Not because of his powerset- GUN is pretty sure they can just knock him on the head to neutralize him.

(Like Knuckles and Amy, they are vastly underestimating him)

But the time travel shenanigans scare the shit out of them.

GUN is the sort of organization to have protocols in place for working with future or past versions of themselves.

They also fund a shitload of research into detecting changes and potential threats in the timeline.

(They detected the Sonic Generations incident when it happened and it remains one of the most intensely studied events.)

(They've also detected a strange sort of time blip over Soleanna, but every time someone gets interested in studying it, their drive seems to wane until they're no longer concerned about it. Strange. . .)

TL;DR: They treat Silver like a fucking SCP. Current protocol is for all agents to limit contact with him in order to prevent damage to the timeline.

Honestly if GUN wasn't so scared of him, Silver wouldn't exactly be opposed to getting their help managing the timeline shenanigans.

Blaze:

Blaze has not initiated any sort of formal diplomacy with any government or organization in Sonic's dimension.

GUN tracks the unique energy signatures of the Sol Emeralds through their strange link/interaction with the Chaos emeralds.

They haven't quite figured out what's going on.

And frankly, they don't actually know that Blaze is from another dimension.

They see her very rarely. They know that something is strange about her energy readings but just assume that she's one of Sonic's lesser known friends who doesn't get out very often.

Team Chaotix:

I'm grouping them together because GUN doesn't have any contingencies for them. Vector, Espio, and Charmy are all under their radar.

They should be worried about Espio. They're already worried about Rouge's stealth capabilities. I'm pretty sure whoever's managing these contingencies within GUN would have a heart attack upon learning that somebody on this planet figured out how to actually turn invisible.

And that's it!

I'd actually like to end this post with a bit of a weird note- I don't think that GUN would be evil for developing contingencies like this.

I myself work in the field of safety. This field includes things such as occupational safety, and most pertinently for this post, emergency management. I've actually helped write protocols for companies about what workplaces should do in the event of an active shooter or other outside threat such as a natural disaster or a civil conflict.

(If I lived and worked in Sonic's universe, I would most certainly have to write safety protocols about what to do if Eggman attacks, for example!)

It's important to have protocols in place for the worst case scenario, no matter how unlikely or unthinkable that scenario is. And in Sonic's universe, this is especially important! This is a universe where society is regularly attacked by a mustache-twirling, robot-building terrorist! Of course GUN is going to keep tabs on other individuals who could post a similar threat and plan on how to stop them should they ever become a threat to the public.

I'm definitely not excusing GUN for any of the shady things they've done in canon, but it is an interesting point to think about that they're the best equipped to handle any sort of Dark Sonic/Sonic.exe/insert your favorite name for "this character but evil" here/mirror universe scenario.

#sonic the hedgehog #sth #GUN #guardian unit of nations #sonic adventure 2 #miles tails prower #knuckles the echidna #shadow the hedgehog #rouge the bat #e-123 omega #silver the hedgehog #sonic worldbuilding #this sort of idea borders my other special interest #you could ask me to write actual in-universe contingencies for these guys and I could probably do it #(that would be unhinged. don't actually ask me to do that) #but it's an interesting subject to think about

[tornado1992]

Sonic is fighting Eggman on one of his evil lairs, nothing new. Tails helped him wreck some badniks but Sonic said he wanted to annoy Eggman by himself for a little bit, so the little fox wanders around the base, maybe he can collect some data to outpace Eggman before his next scheme, the control room is in the same place almost every time so he confidently enters the room after six seconds of hacking through the lock, a semi solid hologram of a girl with crimson eyes turns to him as he steps inside.

Sage, right, he remembers her, he suddenly also remembers that the “Chaos Energy Use Effects On Non Organic Beings” conference he wanted to see was airing live just at that time, but that was only because could see the program starting and being projected on the multiple screens of the room behind Sage. He keeps looking at them for a whole 10 seconds, then remembers where he is, and as he quickly returns his attention to the A.I. girl while he positions himself to fight, he notices she hasn’t displayed any security measures against him, he also noticed that while he was looking at the screens she only looked at him without stopping, not until now, as he can see how she turns her sight back to the biggest screen of the room without saying anything. He doesn’t say anything either.

He opted to watch the same screen as Sage, getting closer to her, apparently she didn’t mind him being here, if the fact that she didn’t stopped him when he sat on the floor just beside her said anything. He doesn’t remember how long was it since he sat down with her, he doesn’t remember when the yelling and fighting from the lair’s entrance stopped, but that’s good to him, at least now they can hear clearly the presenter’s q&a section.

The fight between hedgehog and madman stopped by the scientist request, as apparently he promised his daughter he would keep quiet that evening so she could enjoy her favorite talk show, a science one of course. The speedster agreed without much convincing, as he also remembered his little brother wanted to go home as early as they could to watch some investigator’s interview thingy.

They walked at a fast pace through the base looking for the fox kit so the old Egghead could kick them out of his house as soon as possible, the control room was the obvious answer for both of them if they wanted to find a curious boy on an evil lair, they didn’t expect to find said boy sitting on the ground smiling and talking energetically with with the translucent hologram A. I. Eggman called his daughter.

Sonic was no scientist, but he knew when someone was talking science, just as he knew how happy his little brother got anytime someone could keep up with him over physics, engineering, mechanics or anything of sorts kind of conversation, but the girl in front of Tails was speaking non-stop, loudly and expertly over some complicated calculations, and the kid’s twin tails wouldn’t stop wagging as he listened. Sonic grinned, he didn’t understand what they were really talking about, but the scene in front of his eyes screamed chemistry.

Even if Eggman could understand what they were talking about, he paid no attention to their voices, nor the motion of the fox’s tails, or how they both turned repeatedly to the screen behind them and then back to each other; focusing only on how his daughter’s eyes glimmered when she listened to the fox’s long answer to her comment, and the smile that they both offered each other when the screens turned off when the show finished. He never saw such smile on his daughter’s face before.

#sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #sonic and tails #dr eggman #sage robotnik #sage the ai #tails and sage #they have great potential interactions #Sage robotnik respects Tails #Tails doesn’t know what to think about this specific a.i. #sonic fanfiction

[brainworms-all-night-long]

Based on this post and another one (that I cant find for the life of me but I'm sure exists!!) about Sonic also doing graffiti because he vibes with it as a form of self expression, Aka Sonic and Nine banter fluff with a grain of plot somewhere in between

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"Still find it so pleasantly surprising it was so easy to convince you." Sonic said after he vaulted over the railing while keeping his hold on it with one hand, his words now slightly muffled through his respirator.

"Says you! I didn't know you were up for vandalism."

"It's not vandalism, It's art." The hedgehog replied in a sassy tone, accentuating the 't' at the end and then shaking his spray can. "Without it, all this would be just a sad gray slab of concrete."

"Tch, sure."

Nine scoffed but the smile in his tone was evident while he rummaged through the bag of sprays and paints and finally settling on a few eye-bleeding colors on the yellow-blue spectrum he wanted to use.

"That one's almost empty." The hedgehog pointed towards the turquoise can that Nine flipped in his hand. He deadpanned as he must've felt it was unusually light.

"No wayyy, I couldn't tell."

"And wear the mask."

"My lungs are destroyed already, what's a few more whiffs of spray paint. No need to pester me."

Oh, Sonic will have exactly none of that backtalk, nor will he rely on the fox's habit of saying no but doing what he was told anyway, because this is not putting away the salt after a lunch, but genuine health concern.

"Nine." he added just a bit more insistence into his tone.

The mentioned fox was now staring at him unimpressed through the railing, a silent challenge as neither of them dared to blink for a good minute.

Nine eventually gave in when his eyes started to dry out and sighed, pulling out the respirator from his pocket and tying it behind his head.

"Thank you." Sonic finally shook the spray can and gave a couple short splashes of it into the open air before putting down the first lines of his soon-to-be masterpiece.

"Didn't do it for you."

"Ah but didn't you "don't" need to wear it?" Detecting the immediate loophole in the other's baseless complaints Sonic continued to focus on his outline, not lifting his head to look at the fox.

Whatever he grumbled under his nose was inconsequential as both of them finally let the conversation drop and Nine then flung himself over the railing as well.

Albeit Nine had just a bit more advantage than one poor hedgehog hanging on with one hand that will surely fall asleep sooner or later, since he could not only fly, but use his mechanical tails to hold onto the road overpass in case he got tired of that.

For a while the only sounds accompanying them were that of late night traffic and spray painting.

Sonic just couldn't let it go though, it wasn't fair,

"Heh, cheater."

His arm was still doing strong but what was a little salty banter, he was itchinf for a conversation.

"Nah, I just didn't pick a spot where I'm at a risk of falling into a highway."

A fair point, he probably should've done more pre-planning just this once, but come on, how often do you see exquisite graffiti made on the _middle_ of a road overpass? He has to have the bragging rights to it!

"Not like you can just fly."

"Eh, it's more of a hindrance really." The fox waved him off and grabbed onto the concrete base of the road, then anchoring himself onto it with his mechanical tails "Can't get the lines straight."

"Bet those don't get tired either." Sonic's point still stands.

"Done complaining?"

Nine looked at him with seemingly all of the annoyance and indifference he could with just half his face. And Sonic couldn't help but snicker.

"Hey I'm just poking fun! No need to take it so personally!"

Nine sat, stood? something in between, in silence for a second. A silence Sonic recognized as a very bad, not good kind of silence. As in, he's contemplating to either do something stupid he knows he shouldn't do, dangerous, or a mix of both.

And thank Gaia for his light speed reflexes, when he barely managed to dodge a green splotch of paint landing on his shoe.

"Oh it's on."

Sonic reached as far as he could and even if he gave a warning, Nine didn't get to dodge the attacking mist of turquoise that landed on the side of his shorts and an edge of his mechanical tail.

"He-hey! This won't get washed off!" Nine cried, but didn't let the new design bother him for long as Sonic saw a malicious glimmer in his eyes.

Nine reached towards his left-hand glove which Sonic almost moved out of the way, if he didn't remember that was the only difference between him being here or careening bellow onto a highway. Not that he couldn't get back up here in a second but instinct still betrayed him as the glove was no longer white.

"You're lucky you don't wear more clothes." The grin in Nine's voice was heard as he threw the can away "and that it's almost empty."

"What can I say, luck is always in my cards."

Drat, he should really restock his supplies. Ah but when he always forgets and remembers already when it's too late.

He looked at his new paint job and figured it wasn't that bad, good gloves are much easier to come by and buy in bulk than shoes that could withstand his daily running. Not that he would mind a change in color per se, but green just wasn't his.

On his clothes he means, well- ah whatever, he should focus on the task at hand.

Only after getting a last metaphorical word in by sending a tiny cloud of paint Nine's way, who promptly hissed at him.

Speaking of hands though, it was slowly beginning to fall asleep, but he chose to persist, this is gotta be a quick one then.

As he planned to turn his full attention to his own piece of art however, his eyes were dragged by what Nine was painting.

"Woa you can do it lineless?"

"Yea, pretty cool right." The smugness radiated off of him as he leaned back to either admire it or show it off better "Doesn't help that I might have to line it anyway cuz so far it looks like shit."

"Hey don't say that, trust the process!"

"If the process makes it look like a jumbled paint stain what is there to trust."

"Well for one, someone will find it pretty, beautiful even. And second!" Nine raised his spray can, as if to threaten Sonic with a mouthful of neon green spray if he continued. Sonic was not deterred in the slightest though, "It's by a road. No one will have the time or chance to look for every minor mistake you see up close."

And Nine promptly lowered his hand at that and sighed, resuming his work.

"I hate how you make sense."

Nine sighed, almost fondly? Though Sonic ignored that in favor of observing his style, which for some reason rang familiar.

"Hm, were any of the graffiti in New Yoke made by you?"

"Just one."

One question satisfied, yet another popped up, but he could finally turn away and catch up in progress to where Nine was at. Quickly setting down the outline for the idea sitting in his head for weeks.

"And it stayed unfinished because I almost got busted by eggforcers. Didn't have the courage to return to it since."

"Maybe we could someday go back there and finish it." He gave a quick look towards the fox and while he can't say he expected a positive reaction, the other almost recoiled even at the mere mention of going back to New Yoke.

"The city is bound to have changed since the council was dethroned and left to float endlessly in the void I'm sure!" Sonic tried his best to make the proposal sound more appealing despite that. Mostly cuz he wasn't too much against the idea himself, if anything he'd love to go back to check on everyone.

Chaos he missed them all so much actually, there surely has to be a way to get in and out of the Shatterverse. And he knows someone in particular to pick their brains about this.

"Doubt the people have."

"Who knows, maybe they're in a better mood now that they get to see the sun every once in a while. It sure worked on you."

Nine glared at the graffiti before him as if it just called him the most offensive insult, but really sonic found out that was his defensive thinking face.

"Still a no."

"Sure thing bud, won't pressure you. Although..." Sonic started, unsure of just how much more he can push this before it gets too uncomfortable. "I wouldn't be against going there myself."

"Doubt Shadow will let you near the Prism or that you'd want a repeat of the first adventure"

That was, a surprisingly calm and straightforward answer, huh. "Yea but I mean it like, there's gotta be a different way right? Since you're here and all."

Yea he was definitely pushing it, Nine turned away from him and fully concentrating on his artwork in favor of answering.

And the subject dropped after a while of tense silence. It mellowed out back into the more plesant one they had at the beginning, with Sonic continuously reminding himself he can't rush it too much or it will end up looking not up to his standard.

Somewhere along the way he exchanged hands as his left one was threatening to fall asleep and he really didn't want to deal with the aftermath of that. But he could do with a few wonky lines instead, so it was a fair trade-off.

They both stayed without a word, up until Sonic felt confident enough to sign his signature and Nine's voice suddenly perked up

"Nicky?" He questioned while it turned out he was actually observing him for a while.

"Gotta have a pseudonym, my name on itself is pretty famous as is." Sonic could finally release the strain on his arm and leg as he hopped up and sat down on the railing. Then finally put down his respirator and took in a deep breath.

"Sounds weirdly adorable for a street artist."

"Oh come on what's yours then?" Sonic asked with more of a genuine curiosity. 'Nine' was already a pretty cool name in his humble ever-correct opinion, and he could imagine the fox coming up with a myriad of cool variations of it.

But Nine's ears only pinned back slightly.

"I don't really have one." He admitted and Sonic could swear he sounded embarrassed.

"I, well most of what I draw is just for myself," he started slowly, "I never needed a complicated signature or a pseudonym since no one besides me would see it anyway."

"Hehe, understandable" Sonic couldn't help but find that both charming and sad, in a way. A fond memory of Tails trying and in his words failing to draw him a picture or two years back resurfaced. The little kit suppressing tears because he could "never get the lines just right" and later lighting up like a candle when Sonic complimented it up and down, because may the lines not be perfect, it was draw for him, and no amount of technical mistakes Tails decided to point out didn't stop his heart from doing backflips.

"Wouldn't mind seeing some of your hidden masterpieces if that's the case."

Aaand Nine froze again, sucking in a deep breath.

"They're all... in New Yoke. Or the Grim. But since both of my labs were destroyed due to one reason or another I don't think most of it survived." The fox resumed his work, and when Sonic leaned over he could see him most likely adding the finishing touches to what was most definitely a self-portrait with a few artistic liberties. Either Sonic was reminiscing for way longer than he registered or Nine managed to speedrun it.

"Oh well," the hedgehog took a second to mince his words as he properly leaned back a bit, a couple of cars breezed past him as he contemplated whether to try again or leave it be. "I mean, there would be no harm in taking a quick look. I-if not then you could always just make more stuff here! It's just, a shame I think?" He regretted his choice halfway once he heard the fox sigh.

"We both know you wouldn't just go and dip, Sonic." Nine threw the white spray over him into the bag and sat back into his mechanical tails, finally putting down his mask.

"But there's also no convincing you otherwise. So fine." He crossed his arms "But we're dragging Tails along."

Sonic's heart swiveled at that. He kicked up his legs and flipped back off the railing.

"That was the plan!"

And he couldn't help the grin that made its way across his face as he outstretched a hand towards Nine to take it.

The fox only pulled out his phone from the pocket of his pants and let go of the concrete wall, suspending himself in there further away.

"Don't you want a photo?"

"Ohoho, you betcha!" Sonic almost feared he would have to let his hand fall in shame, but he gripped the metal in front of him with excitement instead.

"Do you want my shoes on there or not?"

"Sure, if you want to incriminate yourself."

With a smirk that slowly turned to a genuine smile, Nine took at least five separate pictures.

Afterward, they packed the bags and slowly took off back to the nearby field with a not-so-subtly parked biplane.

#sonic prime #theyre silly your honor #artist nine be beloved <333 #if you see a mention of sonic seeing nine's facial expressions no you didnt #i had to keep reminding myself that Im trying to write this from Sonic's perspective and not Nine's #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #miles nine prower #nine the fox #me when I finish writing #the same but different

[sonic-tangled-au]

Miles Robotnik / Tails Character Design Reference sheet ✨⬇️

Miles Robotnik, kid genius and the AU’s equivalent of Rapunzel!

Our favourite sweet, lonely and blissfully unaware two tailed fox. After having been saved and taken in by Eggman at a young age all Miles wants to do is make his father proud and spends his days tinkering away in the lab/tower. Despite his less then pleasant memories of his time on West Side Island, just as his loneliness grows so does his curiosity of the outside world and longing to one day get back out there (sparked even more so by his wish to one day see and fly the red biplane he sometimes spots flying past the tower from his window). Eggman is quick to remind him of the dangers of the outside world, that others wouldn’t accept him due to his tails and that some could even use him for his mechanical abilities (while doing exactly that).

As for a few little additional parallels, his tails sometimes dragging across the floor under his lab coat is similar to how Rapunzel’s hair trails behind her. Meanwhile the grappling hook invention is used in a similar way to her hair and a while ago I had the idea for him to have a zapper device (somewhat inspired by the IDW Zeti Zappers) as an equivalent to the frying pan!

✨ Thank you so, so much to @/thatbirdguy_ for all of their help with creating the art for these character sheets! It’s been so fun working with them on the core 4 main characters (not counting Eggman who looks the same, the reasons of which I should probably dive into one day!). And thank you so much for the designs of his gadgets as well! Can’t thank them enough! 💛✨ I recently came up with an alternate design for how he could wear his jacket (I’m such a sucker for puffy sleeves) and they helped me capture that perfectly! The only other small tweak was him also having cuffs around his ankles and his gloves being proper lab gloves even upon leaving with Sonic. It’s one more thing to differentiate his design, further ties him to Eggman (and the idea of him being gifted actual normal gloves by sonic after the main story is super sweet to me). I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned this… but he’d also defo wear blue shoes after the main story too. Thank you so, so much to @/thatbirdguy_ and please go support them on Insta and Twitter if you have them! ✨

#sonic tangled au: designs #sonic tangled au #miles tails prower #tails the fox #who’s gonna tell this poor little guy that his life’s a lie <\3 #sonic au #sonic the hedgehog #sth #sth au #sonic #dr eggman #dr robotnik #sonic and tails #sonic art #sonic fanart

[dakt37]

I love this "Wholesome Sonic and Tails Wednesday" trend. I don't have any new art, but here's a little ficlet set in my de-aged Tails Boom AU. It takes place before the other one.

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"Never fear, Amy Rose is here!" She announced herself with gusto as she threw open the front door of Tails' house, inviting herself inside. Hearing noises, she immediately looked left to the kitchen. "What are you doing?"

Sonic didn't turn to face her, too focused on his task. "What's it look like I'm doing?"

"It looks like you're scouring a child like he's a dirty coffee cup."

Sonic froze mid-motion, then cranked his head around to glare at her over his shoulder. "Bathing an infant in the sink is perfectly normal. Look it up."

Amy hummed loudly and with much incredulity, walking around behind him to circle the long counter that cordoned off the kitchen alcove. When she got to the opening, she wasn't impressed with the scene inside. "He's closer to a toddler than an infant," she observed. "And you've gotten more water on the floor than in the sink."

Sonic glared at her again, this time over his other shoulder. "Are you here for a good reason, or just to criticize my parenting?"

Amy's eyebrows went up, but she left the label unanalyzed. "I brought food." She retrieved a large glass pan from her flowery tote bag and held it up like a trophy.

Sonic's frown deepened. "He's baby-fied, not dead," he snapped. "I don't need your condolences casserole." He turned back to the sink and poured shampoo into his palm.

Amy's eyes widened, then narrowed. A silence stretched as Sonic pointedly ignored her, the gentle motions of his fingers lathering fur a stark contrast to the emotion twisting his face. Luckily, the little fox under his hands was more interested in the hardware of the sink sprayer than the tension between the hedgehogs.

Eventually, Amy blew out a slow breath. "You know what I think?"

"I'm sure you'll tell me," Sonic grumbled, turning on the tap and checking the temperature of the water. With a plastic cup, he began rinsing suds off of Tails, letting the faucet run between refills.

Amy set down everything she had been carrying, and came to lean against the counter next to the sink. "I think," she placed a hand on Sonic's shoulder, causing him to pause again, "you're doing a great job. But you don't have to keep doing it alone."

Sonic silently watched Tails for another moment as the kid twisted the sink sprayer around in its base, examining the trigger mechanism.

"There better not be celery in that thing you cooked," Sonic finally said. He ghosted a finger across the tip of Tails' ear, watching it flick reflexively. "Because I'll tell you right now, he will know and he won't eat it."

"Never, "Amy retorted imperiously. "I do recall the Potluck Incident of last spring. And I don't imagine he was less picky as a toddler."

Sonic slumped then, resting on his forearms against the sink edge and letting his wet hands drip into the basin. He cocked his head to finally face her again, smiling sheepishly. "Yeah," he agreed, "I know you're smarter than that." His eyes flicked away, guiltily. "Sorry."

"Apology accepted." She gave his shoulder a squeeze and added gently, "We'll figure this out. Our little guy will be a slightly bigger little guy in no time."

"Ah, well," Sonic sighed. "It's not all so bad right now. Is it, bud--"

He turned to address the soggy little fox in the sink, and got a facefull of water. Tails giggled, his tails sloshing the shallow water around him. He held the sprayer in both hands, having successfully wrested it from its base and pulled up enough hose to let him take aim at the hedgehog.

"You little gremlin!" Sonic cried in faux outrage, "Surrender your weapon!"

Tails just laughed again and sprayed him right between the eyes.

Amy giggled as well, then pointed at the main faucet, which was still running between sprayer attacks. "You gave him the ammo, Sonic."

Sonic wrapped his hand around his little brother's on the sprayer, and directed it to soak her too.

#the curious case of miles prower #wholesome sonic and tails wednesday #dakity yaks #dakt rambles about sonic stuff #i wrote this in October and never posted it because I'm irrationality self conscious about writing prose 🫣 #i brainstorm in present tense; if i switch it to past tense it's suddenly the most embarrassing thing I've ever written #idgi either but there you go

[saphronethaleph]

Postgraduate work

“You’re in for it now, fox!” an amplified voice boomed out. “Come out and show yourself!”

Sonic sprang upright, going from asleep to ready-to-fight in moments. “Uh oh. It sounds like Eggman’s out for another fight!”

“Yeah, that’s what it sounds like to me, too!” Tails agreed.

He opened the door to his room, entering the main room where Sonic had been snoozing in front of the TV. “I guess we’d better see what’s going on! Maybe he’s got some evil scheme planned!”

“Evil schemes do seem like his thing!” Sonic agreed. “Let’s get this sorted out!”

“I wonder why he was asking about me, though,” Tails wondered.

Sonic was out of their house first, and he pointed at Eggman’s hovering Egg Calamity. “You’re going down, Eggman! Whatever your evil plan is, I’ll stop it at Sonic speed!”

“Gya ha ha!” Eggman laughed. “You do that, and your friend Mr. Prower will be sorry!”

“What are you threatening, Eggman?” Sonic asked. “You can’t stop me by threatening my friends, I’ll just save them and stop you like every time before!”

“This time, it’s different!” Eggman replied, then his voice got quieter. “Hold on, hold on, I put the script somewhere…”

“It’s there, boss,” a different voice said.

“I knew that!” Eggman griped, as the volume returned to normal. “Ahem! Miles Prower! This is a formal notice from the University of Central City! Your performance will-”

“Oh, I get it!” Tails realized. “Yeah, I should have known that was today!”

He tapped a watch on his wrist, and part of the ground rose up next to the house. It revealed a workshop, twice the size of the house, and a moderately giant robot stomped forwards to stand next to Tails.

“What are you talking about, little buddy?” Sonic asked. “I know this is Eggman so we’re going to beat him, guaranteed, but I usually have a better idea why I’m smacking him around…”

“Oh, please do!” Eggman requested.

“Sorry, Sonic, this is something I have to do myself,” Tails replied, climbing up into the cockpit of his robot, then flicking some switches. Four little mechanical bird robots flew out of hatches on the side, taking up positions to orbit around his main robot, and the whole thing took off as a pair of helicopter blades deployed.

“Aha!” the big man laughed. “Already, you demonstrate your ignorance of the field, Prower! Those airscrew blades might suffice for small distance, short range and low speed applications, but jet engines are far superior!”

“Au contraire!” Tails replied, spooling up the blades. “That’s true for a conventional airscrew, but as you’ll see on page five I’ve developed a novel form of airscrew that retains efficient power transfer up to three times the speed of sound! It’s based on my tails, naturally!”

“Grrrh!” Eggman grumbled. “Well, if that’s the case, then I’m sure you can get out of the way of my Egg Missiles!”

A dozen high-speed missiles flashed out at Tails’s robot, and the robo-flickies darted forwards. Their wings unsheathed to reveal monofilament blades, which diced the projectiles to pieces, and Tails launched his robot upwards in a high-speed jump that avoided the detonating remains of the attack.

Not content with that, Tails slewed his propellers to slide left instead, then right, and finally stopped moving in a hovering position behind Eggman’s Egg Calamity.

“As you can see, the propeller system can more rapidly reverse direction, and provide regenerative braking!” Tails said. “Which is exactly as I outlined on page six!”

“Uh,” Sonic asked, raising his hand.

“You haven’t had the last laugh, Prower!” Eggman seethed, spinning his Egg Calamity through a hundred and eighty degrees. “What about control mechanisms! It would be a shame if you were controlling your defensive drones through something… vulnerable to an electromagnetic pulse!”

The Egg Calamity crackled and fizzed, then detonated a pulse of electricity. Tails’s robot also fired out a pulse of electricity, negating the EMP Eggman had launched, and the flickies flew into a protective position between the two battle machines.

“Phase-inverted pulse protection!” Tails said proudly. “It’s not just an EMP generator built into the Dissertailstion, but it’s also-”

“You called it a what?” Eggman asked.

“Okay, okay, time out!” Sonic demanded. “What’s going on here?”

“He doesn’t know?” Eggman said, sounding baffled.

“Hey, cut him some slack!” Tails replied. “He’s not done much school… right, Sonic? I’m pretty sure I’d have remembered you doing a university course.”

Sonic began to protest, then remembered that both the other people in the conversation were the smartest people on the planet.

“Yeah, if this is a college thing I wouldn’t know,” he replied. “So what is it, then?”

“It’s simple!” Tails said. “I’m trying to get my degree in Advanced Super Technical Robotics, but I failed to anticipate ahead of time that the only other person on the planet able to evaluate my work was Dr. Ivo Robotnik!”

“Robotnik?” Sonic repeated. “Is that his real name?”

He snorted. “Wow. You mean Eggman was a choice?”

“Insolent hedgehog!” Eggman seethed.

“But that still doesn’t explain anything!” Sonic added. “Why did he turn up to fight you, and why can’t I help?”

Tails shrugged. “You can’t get someone else to help with your thesis defence.”

#sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #sonic and tails #dr robotnik #dr eggman

[hesthermay]

𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒

PAIRING: commander wolffe x gn!mechanic!reader

SUMMARY: long work days and slight carelessness lead to you and three attackers in a late night chase. where you will go, there is only one answer; the den of wolves. who you will call, there is only one answer; the leader of the pack.

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

RATINGS + WARNINGS: general audiences, mature themes, angst. mentions and descriptions of violence, clones using mando’a terms

NOTES: angst! fear! a bit of fluff? we have it all! wuv wuv wuv mr. wolffe. also i hit 200 followers!! what!! should i do anything special?!

STAR WARS MASTERLIST

Late. 

It was late, the sky dark and the street lights on, and it was way past time to clock out. 

A nasty habit of yours, letting work take over the entire day as if you did not have needs to be met and a life outside of tools and machinery. But what could you say? When faced with a problem that needed to be solved, you had to do just that. It mattered little when you were supposed to leave, when you should have taken a lunch break, or how dangerous the streets of Coruscant could be after dark. 

The speeder before you had given you a run for your credits for the few days you’d had it in the shop you worked at, and you were hard pressed to get it running again sooner rather than later; so you let time keep running as one by one the building emptied, every other mechanic departing at the end of the work day instead of never letting it end. 

Still, you did not care. 

You were close, you could feel it. But alas, the rumble in your stomach and the ache of your limbs and back told you that it would have to be another day. As you slid out from under the machine and sat up, sharp pains settled in your head and fatigue weighed heavy on your eyelids. 

“Fine,” you sighed, muttering to yourself as you cleaned up your area slightly. “Tomorrow, then. I’ll get you tomorrow.” 

Your bag was thrown over your shoulder on your way out, but your feet moved on their own. You were not thinking, not paying attention to the route in front of you as your mind ran over the progress that had yet to be made, what you would eat for dinner, what Wolffe was doing, and so you were not aware of the wrong turns you had taken. Carelessness in the wake of caring too much had, once again, gotten you into trouble. 

You were not in a good part of town, that much you knew, and after another turn you were made aware of the body tailing you. One soon turned into two, then three, and you can hear the blood pumping in your ears. What do I do? Where do I go? Who do I call? 

It was a split second decision when you sprung forward, taking off faster than you knew you could go. Fear coursed through your veins, and you were running for dear life, but you did not know where you were going. You surely couldn’t go to your apartment, your home, that would be leading the foxes right to the henhouse. 

Then, the answer became clear, bright flashing lights in your mind's eye. Whether it be instincts or just plain old common sense, it told you to lead them into the den of wolves.

The GAR barracks weren’t close, per say, but that mattered not when thundering footsteps echoed behind you, the occasional shout filling the space. Normally steady hands clumsily reached up to unbutton the breast pocket of your coveralls, pulling out a comm device and attempting to dial the one person you knew could—would—save you. 

“Kriff,” you panted as you took a sharp turn, having to redial the comm code after messing up, but there was no answer. “Wolffe!” you yelled into the device, bordering on desperate. “Come on, Wolffe!” 

Disappointment showered over you and dread filled your boots, making them all the more heavy as you willed yourself to keep going. You were hurting, body aching more than ever and screaming at you to stop, but you ignored it. Your lungs were on fire, trying to regulate your breathing as much as you could as you pushed yourself farther and farther, but you ignored it. Your eyes were bleary from lack of sleep and too much concentration combined with panicked tears welling, but you ignored it.

And then, just up ahead, the buildings housing the Clone Army on Coruscant came into sight, and hope almost had the audacity to bloom in your chest. You began yelling again, not caring about the ruckus you were causing because your stalkers had gained on you and were closer than you were comfortable with. 

You risked a look behind you, and it was the downfall of your escape. You had unintentionally slowed, eyes trying to scope out the predators as they preyed on you, and one had reached out and grabbed you by the collar of your coveralls. You were yanked back, choking as you flew to the ground like a ragdoll and rolled, scraping your elbows and palms as you tried to brace for impact. 

Paralyzing fear coursed through your veins as you trembled, looking up at the three beings who had chased you down as they gathered around you. They sounded accomplished, proud, as they drew closer, closing you in and trapping you. One reached out with a large and scaly hand and instincts once again graced you at the last second in the form of a leg shooting out and making contact with their knee. A satisfying crack! sounded out but your actions were met with retaliation that was anything but so. 

Your head jerked back as a punch landed on your jaw and pain spread around your face instantly. The cry that left you was sharp and seemed to echo around the area, and yet nothing came to stop your attackers from continuing. A kick followed the last blow, driving into your stomach and knocking all of the breath out of you. 

“Fucking bitch,” the one you had kicked growled, reaching out and grabbing your face harshly, lifting your head to make you look at them. “You’re going to regret that.” 

“Oh, really?” 

That voice, though it was one that belonged to many, could have only been from one man. Relief, in almost the purest form, washed over you as the rough hand let go and you turned to see white and gray armor. 

The wolfpack had arrived, eyes glowing and teeth bared. 

“Who do you think you are?” One of the assailants questioned, and the man with the cybernetic eye’s stride never faltered as he answered lowly. 

“I’m your worst nightmare.” He was frightening, lethal, and that had begun to dawn on the lowlifes before him, but there was no chance of escape. Running was not possible, for when they turned to dash away, their path was blocked by more clones. 

“Oh, I don’t think so,” one of them tutted, reaching out to roughly shove one of them back towards Wolffe. 

It was quick, him fixing the problem. He did not play around, beat around the bush, play with his prey; no, the rage that filled him to the very brim was much too strong for that, much too white hot to be slow about things. He had made a name for himself amongst the Republic Army, and he was living up to it. Blood covered parts of his armor when he was finished, the scum lying in a heap before him as he ordered one of his brothers to call the police. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to calm himself even just a little before he turned to you. 

He discovered that was easier said than done. Worry so potent and severe had built up inside of him since he heard your comm, growing all the more when he heard your yells and cries. You, in danger, was something that sent a streak of fear through an otherwise unshakable man. Wolffe did not often come undone, was not one to unravel, and yet when he was on his way to find you he felt himself on the brink. He hadn’t even asked his brothers to follow him, but some had heard your message and all had noticed the shift in their commander. 

“Are you alright, mesh’la?” he questioned almost shakily as he crouched beside you. Tears had streamed from your eyes from the impact and pain of the blows dealt to you, and just the sight of it made his heart constrict. The bruising on your face and the hand clutching your stomach only made it worse, and he couldn’t stop himself from putting a hand on the back of your head. His gloves were filthy, stained, but he hardly cared. 

Your only response was a nod of your head, though you still shook slightly on the ground. “I’m sorry I couldn’t answer your call, I was held up; but I heard it,” he apologized, emotion making the words come out thick. “I heard it, riduur, and I wasn’t gonna let anything get you.” 

“I believe you,” you whispered hoarsely, throat raw from the screaming. “That’s why I came here. I knew you’d help.” 

He sighed, trying to get it through to himself that you were alright, that you had made it. His eyes took note of your attire—grease stained blue coveralls with your name patch sewn on crookedly— and he sighed again. “Y/N, what are you doing leaving work so late?” His brows were furrowed and he didn’t look very happy, and it may or may not have been because he had specifically made it a point to tell you not to do that. He’d had a conversation with you, and mentioned it in passing numerous times, that you needed to leave the shop before it got too late and if you absolutely had to stay, do not go alone. 

“It’s—” you started, having to look away from the face he was giving you, knowing that no matter how valid you felt your reason to stay so late into the night was, Commander Wolffe would not agree. “It’s that speeder I’ve had for a bit.” 

“You left late because of a speeder?” 

The question was incredulous as it came from over your shoulder, as if it was the most ridiculous thing ever. Perhaps because it was. You sheepishly looked behind you, eyes landing on another clone clad in gray and white. His helmet was off like the rest of the 104th at the moment, and he looked down at you with a quirked brow. 

With warm cheeks, you nodded slowly. “Yeah, I’m a bit dedicated.” 

Wolffe chuckled, lowly and almost undetectable, but his shoulders shook nonetheless. “Yeah, and it just might be the death of you one day.” He stood up straight, extending a hand out to help you up. 

You accepted, spirits already rising again in the presence of your beloved, and cracked a small smile. “Oh, mesh’la, you wouldn’t be so lucky.” 

In a rare moment of wearing his heart on his sleeve, Commander Wolffe put his arm around your shoulders, his smile growing at your use of mando’a. Around him, his brothers watched in awe and amusement. “No, it wouldn’t be very lucky at all.” He began to lead you away from the scene, in the direction he knew your home was, still holding you. Behind him, his brothers followed. 

“So, Commander,” Boost piped up, and he could already tell he was going to stretch this out. “When were you gonna tell us you were basically married?” 

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[asimpforhotpixels]

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Title: The Creator's Guardian (Chapter 1)

Summary: a tale of Teyvat's creator's adventure as she tries to retrieve what she lost and hopefully purge her world of the corruption that plagues it. a tale told by a very overworked guardian as they try to save their beloved creator from her own stupidity and flirtiness

Series Warnings: Spoilers probably, Blood, Violence (a lot less than most impostor fics but still pretty gory) Overlooked trauma, Bottled emotions. will add more as the series progress

Additional Tags: Semi-Canon compliant, Women-centric as hell, OOC characters, Self-Indulgent series, Kinda SAGAU, the more accurate tag would be semi-soft! impostor cult AU. Creator/Guardian!Reader/Genshin Women. A very flirty, stubborn, "humor is my coping mechanism" Divine God. Omnipotent Characters. (A very sleep-deprived author so if you're confused, don't worry I am too.)

Reader Pronouns: They/Them

Word Count: 3541 words

Author’s Note: I...might've been too self-indulgent in this one- constructive criticism is welcomed <3, have fun loves <3

Taglist: @chocoenvy @moorzy

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“Have you decided on a name for yourself yet?” she asked you in an affectionate tone

She’s standing right beside you as you walked together in her garden. Your sense of smell is overwhelmed by the scent of countless flowers as your hands brush their petals. You opened your legs slightly as you walked when you felt the little fox cubs with their squirrel friends running between them.

“I still don’t see why that’s necessary, Your Grace.” you replied, carefully picking a flower to place behind your creator’s ear

“Why not? Aleizal (Ah-Ley-Zuhl) already chose hers.” she chuckles, caressing the Calla Lily that you placed

“Oh please, I rather not you compare me to…whatever she is.” You scoffed

“Is this jealousy?” Your creator teased, poking your cheek while giggling like a child

“I simply prefer offering everything I have and am to my one and only creator, is that perhaps too much to ask Your Grace?” You smirked, which made her lift an eyebrow with a slight red tint adorning her flower-framed face.

“My, my, my. You’ve been spending too much time with the Kitsunes haven’t you?” She pats your cheek before walking away with you right on her tail

“Have you ever heard of the saying ‘It is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye?’ “ She speaks after a few minutes of silence

“Yes?” You ask, confused as to what exactly she’s implying

“Well, it is important for my heart that you gain a little autonomy. After all, whatever would you do when I’m gone if you’re too dependent on me?” 

“My sole purpose is to be your guardian, your sword and shield. That’s all I-” your words got cut off when she unleashed a strong jet of hydro right into your mouth

“I created you as my companion. My friend if you will, perhaps even more.” She winks at you, enjoying the way ores began to appear on your face, your body’s way of expressing embarrassment

“I never wanted you to discard your own safety for my sake. But that’s exactly what you did, didn’t you? You threw yourself right in front of me when he attacked me, rendering you completely useless. Useless. You’re the reason I died in the first place.” 

What? This wasn’t how it went-

“Of course, it wasn’t how it went.” Someone chuckled right on your ear as the scene in front of you faded into pitch black

“Poor little guardian~ So pathetic.” That voice reverberated around your head as you frantically searched for the source

You then felt a hand grip your jaw, forcing it to stay in place as she played the most painful memory that you keep so deeply hidden inside your brain. 

The Creator’s downfall.

You are forced to watch as the same Gods that your beloved Creator made barged into her domain, an eerie-looking device in their hands and leaving no time for talking automatically activated it. Deep, evil smirks on their face as you realized that whatever it is, it posed a great threat to your Creator. You only managed to push her aside, taking the hit that was meant for her. 

The last sight you saw was her. Her beautiful galaxy-embedded eyes filled with pure fear and despair. And with that, you remained unconscious and inactive. Until The Tsaritsa along with the First and Third Harbinger, Pierro and Columbina managed to set you free. 

Since that night, it was all you could ever remember as you gazed up into the night sky. The moment where you failed to protect Teyvat’s true Goddess. 

“Hmmm… Such a deliciously pitiful expression you have there.” She says as she finally comes into your line of sight

“Aleizal.” You growled out, attempting to summon your double-bladed polearm, your signature weapon, only for it to not heed your call

“Oh dear, have the years corroded your brain, or did you just desperately try to forget everything that is connected to me? I must say, that hurts. Whatever that is you are doing? It won’t work” She sighs in faux hurt

“Cease with the hollow and flawed speech and tell me what it is you truly want.” You stared at her annoyingly beautiful eyes. 

“My, If I were truly the Creator herself, you wouldn’t even dare to speak like this. Too bad I just wear the same face.” She tilts your chin upwards with such force as she languidly runs her fingers on the seal she placed right on your throat

She hums in satisfaction before walking away, allowing you to look around. You know in yourself that you’re still somewhere in Snezhnaya since you can still feel the presence of Tsaritsa’s gnosis. However, you’re somewhere in-

“You’re in my domain. You are as powerless as when you were merely a bunch of ores and flowers when the creator made you in here so don’t even bother fighting the ropes around your wrists.” She nonchalantly says as she sits in an elevated chair. You refuse to call it a throne because she doesn’t deserve that.

“Since when did you have a domain?” 

“Since I learned to be independent of course”

“You mean when you betrayed our Benevolent Goddess?” as soon as those words escaped she fixed a cold hard glare right to your eyes as an invisible force pulled you close to her, 

“I never betrayed her.” She calmly stated. However, you can see the anger in her eyes, the anger that was slowly boiling over

“I simply… explored other choices. Found other methods to become much more powerful than what our Goddess would’ve allowed” You sarcastically smiled at her

“Ah yes. Did that option involve sucking his-”

“OH YOU-” She tried to grip the collar of your Fatui Uniform but it only passed through as you feel yourself fading away

“Aww, have you been growing weak lately? Not enough divine presence I presume? Can’t even keep your domain up for 15 minutes.” You teased her, knowing full well that in terms of divine presence, you have your reserves running lower than hers since she’s been hanging with false Gods.

“I suggest keeping your mouth shut. The only reason I was able to drag you here was that you were vulnerable to the sudden influx of divine presence. Get off your high horse because I will soon snuff that source out like I’ve done thousands of years ago. Mark. My. Words.” 

You woke up with a sharp gasp and with a sharp jolt as you sat up quickly. Only when you felt a cold hand on your shoulder did you release yourself from your stupor, slowly calming down as you took in the familiar surroundings. 

“You gave us quite the fright little one.” Tsaritsa guides you back into a laying position as she caresses your hair

“I am significantly older than you, Tsaritsa. Besides, how long was I unconscious?” You groaned, still feeling a slight headache

“3 weeks. We already possess the Geo gnosis, which in turn gives us possession of 3 gnoses. La Signora has secured that and is on her way home with Tartaglia. Lumine has also started searching for the Creator, however, she always seems to be a step too late.” The Tsaritsa recounted as she gives you a glass of water followed by a tray of mysterious medicine

“Dottore dropped these before he left with Pantalone for Liyue, Pantalone appears to have something to fix within the affairs of the Northland Bank. He says that these should help stabilize your body and reduce the headaches, however, you must seek the Creator as soon as possible. Not just for your sake but hers as well. That wretched impostor has issued another decree…” The Tsaritsa walks toward the large window you have in your chambers, it oversees the southwest part of her kingdom, admiring the way the snowflakes glow in her vicinity. 

The temperature in your room gets colder, defeating your fireplace’s warmth. The Tsaritsa was never one to express emotions clearly. You must first get to know her intimately, if she lets you that is before you are able to accurately identify her tells. The temperature phenomenon only happens when she’s in a state of red hot anger. 

The Tsaritsa explains that the decree was supposedly made after the countless reports of an impostor running around and actively hurting people through suspicious means such as controlling monsters to attack knights etc. Due to that, the ever-so-merciful Creator has ordered a detainment for said impostor in order for a trial to happen. 

“Are you implying that everyone in Teyvat is hunting down Her Ladyship?” You stood up, your body’s regeneration skills partnered with Dottore’s medicine have worked wonders and you feel as good as new

“Yes.” 

Suddenly a strong quake shook the ground as your fireplace fought to keep your fires contained, Your body shook with the earthquake and a frown adorned your face.

“I will be walking myself down into the abyss first before they try to harm a single hair on her grace’s hair.” 

“Yes, yes. I would appreciate it if you do so without either burying my castle under an avalanche, crumbling it, or melting it down. Thank you very much.” She says as she plucks a flaming flower from your head, encasing it in cryo to prevent it from harming anyone

You shook yourself out of your small fit and began dressing, ready for travel as you plan on journeying to Inazuma as soon as possible.

“Well, look on the bright side of everything, Dear Guardian. One of Arlecchino’s children has intel and evidence that Her Ladyship is heading towards Inazuma. Apparently, The Abyss Princess’ twin brother has managed to smuggle her in the Crux.” 

“I see. His name is Aether. if you forgot.”

“Oh, I know.”

“You just-” 

It was then that you felt a very familiar disturbance in the air, it felt eerie, yet comforting. A gentle prickle on your skin.

“It seems that Lumine is coming bearing some news,” Tsaritsa says as she waits for Lumine to step through

However, Lumine didn’t, instead only her hand came through. As if sensing your direction, the hand darted towards you, grabbing you and pulling you towards the abyss portal. 

“Hey! Lumi what gives…” Your voice fades as your entire being rearranges itself. 

You are quite used to this since Lumine used to bring you along in her travels but the experience never ceases to be so…disorienting.

Somewhere in Inazuma…

“Oh fuck fuck fuck putangina fuck shit fuck fuck shit pussy cunt fucking goddamnit.” A certain outlander cusses out loud as she is chased by a horde of angry people, quite a lot of them are vision holders, in fact, they were the very same characters she knows and loves, even the fucking archons are chasing her 

“This looks like a scene from a movie where there’s a witch hunt, but I’m not a witch. I mean, I don’t think I am, do witches even exist in Genshin? OH SHIT- Barsibatoes’ arrow nearly hit me there woohoo. I guess we leaning and rocking here.” She spoke her thoughts with a breathless huff

“What did I do to deserve this honestly! I should’ve pet more cats since obviously the cat molecules on me isn’t triggering Venti’s allergy-” 

“Cease running at once and face your punishment impostor!” Her words were cut by some random shogunate soldier

“Rude! I was trying to monologue here. This reminds me of high school days honestly, only I never remember being so…athletic.” and just as she says that, she trips on a pebble and lands flat on her face

“Fuck. I have read far too many SAGAU fics to know that this happening with 3 archons right on my ass is never a good sign,” she tells herself as she scrambles to get up as she always did.

The fall scraped her skin, thus allowing an inky black substance to trickle down the wound. She knew that these people were right. If she truly fell into Teyvat, then she would be the true God had she had golden blood. But no, hers was pitch black as if the Abyss itself is in her. However what confused her the most is the fact that with every tired step she made, grass would grow so tall as if hiding her from her pursuers. And should she encounter any mob or animal on her way, they would attack those who are chasing her 

It was all too confusing for her, however, she doesn’t have even a single second to think because Raiden Shogun, Zhongli, and Venti were sending attack upon attack right at her as she tries her best to avoid it all. She noticed that they had this animalistic gaze fixed on her, their eyes have this flickering reddish-purple tint. Which would’ve been normal on Ei or rather, The Shogun since she is the Electro Archon, however for Zhongli and Venti to have the same? It was suspicious, but she can’t afford to worry about that on top of her own safety.

And then her luck runs out.

She skidded to a stop as she realized that she was chased to the edge of a cliff. Which mountain cliff is she in? She doesn’t know and she doesn’t care to find out. With her heart pounding with adrenaline and fear, her breathing faster than Lightning McQueen, she turned to face her assailants.

“I know I said that I would’ve loved to be stuck down by your booba sword but I meant it in a sexy way, not in a murderous way.” She nervously chuckled at the Shogun who was slowly advancing towards her, with Zhongli and Venti shadowing her. 

“I will pay no mind to your distasteful nonsense impostor, so long as you let yourself be tied, arrested, and punished for your crimes!” The Shogun declares as she points her polearm at her

“What crimes?! I simply just woke up in this world with an arrow pointed to my face by that tone-deaf bard over there?! What? Is being this attractive a crime now?! I haven’t done a single thing that would be considered “evil” when compared to the deeds you all have done in your past. Makoto, Guizhong, and whoever the fuck’s body that is you’re wearing would all be so disappointed-” Her words were yet again interrupted as The Shogun slashed her throat with such rage in her animalistic eyes

Her hands quickly went up her throat in an effort to stop the disgusting black blood she now possesses. It overflowed so ominously, threatening. She felt lightheaded as she staggers back. She then gazes up at the people in front of her as if to mock them. She felt how the air crackled with electricity, how the wind picked up speed as the ground shook. 

She failed to notice how the non-vision wielders have now fainted.

She failed to notice the pain and confusion in the archon’s eyes

She did notice the very fact that as she struggles to breathe, the skies opened up, a figure gliding down with grace as the crowd parted. They radiate power, elegance, and knowledge. 

It was then she realized, that this was Teyvat’s Goddess… and that it is really weird seeing your face on another body. This must be how Venti’s friend felt. 

In her brain’s last-ditch effort for safety, she figured that death by heights is a much better way to die rather than be a spectacle and die while being gawked at like some animal at a zoo.

And so she allowed herself to fall backward, feeling that familiar tug in your stomach, similar to the feeling you feel when you ride a rollercoaster. 

She enjoyed the last bits of life, she always enjoyed the wind rushing through her body, the thrill of it made her laugh bitterly

“I hope this is all just a fucking dream.” As soon as she uttered those words, she felt herself slam into something hard. 

It was hard, yes. But it was…softer than what she thought it would be.

“Your Eminence!” she heard someone exclaim, it was then followed by frantic shouts as she felt wave after wave of relief pass through her

Soon enough, she felt good enough that she managed to open her eyes and what greeted her were warm pairs of eyes, so vibrant and comforting that in a haze she clung unto whoever this was.

“Pretty eyes and warm…” and with that, she succumbed to the darkness that was tempting her since ages ago

You, on the other hand, couldn’t stop the rage that was now boiling over. 

“Herald.” 

“Yes, my liege?” Answered the Abyss Herald that Lumine has by her side

“Stay here and guard our Creator. If even the smallest scratch adorns her body while I go and deal with some pest, your head will be on a stick. Is that clear?” You threatened in an eerily calm tone as you carefully set your beloved creator down on the huge comfy leaf that you have conjured up

“Yes, my liege.” He replies with a slight quiver 

Take a deep breath in and close your eyes in order to remind yourself that the creator would definitely punish you for killing off every single being in this world. 

Take a deep breath in and close your eyes in order to remind yourself that the creator would definitely punish you for killing off every single being in this world. 

Take a deep breath in and close your eyes in order to remind yourself that the creator would definitely punish you for killing off every single being in this world. 

Take a deep breath in and close your eyes in order to remind yourself that the creator would definitely punish you for killing off every single being in this world. 

Take a deep breath in and close your eyes in order to remind yourself that the creator would definitely punish you for killing off every single being in this world. 

Well, what the creator doesn’t know won’t hurt her. 

And with that, you manipulated the strings of fate, tying each and everyone present as of this moment in an intricately designed web of despair. Their screams echoed into the night, the trees shook as if laughing and the animals watched in morbid curiosity. 

“[NAME!]” She angrily shouted, desperately struggling to get out of the chains binding her, cutting her as golden droplets escape her flesh bag.

“I have warned you countless times Aleizal. Harm me all you want for your sadistic pleasure, but never harm Her Grace. It was quite simple, isn’t it? I let you play around, parading as Her Grace for your entertainment while I focused on looking for ways to revive Her Grace. This is the last bit of my patience Alei. Do. Not. Make. Me. Your. Enemy.“ You gripped her jar the same way she did yours, frowning deeply as you resent the malicious and brutish expression on her face. 

You resent the fact that she dares taint her eminence’s face and honor with her repulsive personality, expression, and actions. 

You suddenly let her go as you stumbled back away from her, scratching your throat with your claws as the sigil embedded there lit up

You’re running out of time. 

As much as you’re enjoying this scenery in front of you right now, there are much more pressing matters to attend to. So without a word, you jumped from the cliff and landed right in front of Lumine and Her Grace as you quickly picked up while the Herald conjured up a portal. 

“Lumine!” a masculine voice shouts, his head peeking down into the cliff

“Aether…” Lumine whispered, looking over her shoulder

“You can stay, however, I have no guarantee as to how long that rope will last so you have to make your decision… leave him once again, or drag him to Snezhnaya.” You state

Leaving Lumine alone to make her decision you hurriedly step into the portal. While you may have healed Her Grace from her superficial wounds, you sense that her soul has yet to completely pierce herself together, thus letting such uncontrollable streams of divine power and presence escape. She must’ve been so tired. 

You heaved a sigh as you realized that not everything is as it seems. The world created by the woman in your arms still has so many secrets that you have yet to discover.

Your eyes then widened as the events that happened today due to your impulses crashed down on you. Walking forward as soon as you felt the cold and the crystal floors at your feet, droplets of red, gold, and black blood drip down from you, a sour look on your face as fatui agents look at you in shock while they fall down to their knees

It was either because of the feeling of awe they felt upon seeing their Goddess…or the despair upon seeing you dirty the floors, either way, all the ruckus has managed to drag all the harbingers and the Tsaritsa out of their chambers.

“[Name]?” 

“I think I just started another war.”

You got your creator back…but at what cost?

#genshin sagau #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin women x reader #fatui harbinger women x reader #la signora x reader #rosalyne kruzchka lohefalter #la signora #arlecchino x reader #the knave x reader #columbina x reader #damselette x reader #sandrone x reader #marionette x reader #sagau #I don't know what else to tag this with hhhhh #this was supposed to be a soft fic?

[myymi]

For your prompt thingy, maybe something with Rouge and Tails?? I like how you write their dynamic 💜💜

word count-1,587

ao3

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Tails hummed as he walked up the steps to the front door, knocking on it a couple of times before stepping back. He wiped his shoes across the doormat to get rid of any dirt stuck to his shoes, not wanting to track it inside.

His ear twitched when it picked up rustling on the other side of the door. He checked the time on his communicator for the seventh time since he left his workshop, wanting to be absolutely sure he wasn’t late.

He left a lot sooner than he needed to, and he was still early. He even stopped for a quick lunch on his way over.

The door soon opened to reveal a white bat leaned against the doorway. She wasn’t wearing any eyeshadow, so Tails assumes he must’ve interrupted her while she was applying her makeup.

“Why is it that you always arrive so early to things like this?” Rouge asked, shaking her head. She seemed more amused than annoyed though, so the kit just shrugged.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt.” He apologized with a smile, rubbing the back of his neck, but the bat just waved him off.

“Didn’t Shadow tell you to let yourself in?” She stepped away from the door enough so Tails could walk inside before shutting it behind him.

“Yeah, but walking into somewhere uninvited just feels weird.” The fox explained as he walked alongside the girl as they went to the garage. He adjusted his backpack so the straps would stop digging into his shoulders.

“You were invited, foxboy,” Rouge pointed out, “but you’re a goody two-shoes, so this is to be expected.” She patted his head a couple times, stopping at the door to the garage. Tails rolled his eyes, but didn’t comment on it.

“Is Shadow already with the Dark Rider?” It’d make sense, since he wasn’t the one to open the door.

“No, Shadsy had to do some work. I’m babysitting today.” She smiled as she pointed up to her eye, “I’ve got something to finish though, so try not to wreck anything in there.”

“Shadow’s okay with you leaving me alone with the Dark Rider?” Tails raised a brow. Nobody outside of Shadow and Rouge were allowed to be alone with the bike. The fox didn’t complain, he enjoyed their company while he worked. Besides, he understood the feeling plenty.

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Rouge winked before waving her hand, “and you won’t be alone, Omega’s in there. He’s got a request for you and insisted on asking it right away. They’ve been waiting all day.”

“Oh, sorry,” Tails glanced at the door for a second, “I would’ve got here sooner if I had known. I’ll try to make it up to him.”

“You boys have fun,” The bat said as she turned to leave, “don’t destroy anything until I’m back.”

“Sure thing.” Tails laughed before entering the garage, looking for the first empty space he could set his stuff at. His eyes landed on a workbench made of a lighter wood that definitely wasn’t there last time he came by. He raised a brow as he made his way over to it, waving at Omega as he walked by.

“Hello tiny mechanic.” The robot greeted, watching as the kit walked by. “I have an upgrade request.”

“Rouge mentioned that,” Tails shrugged his bag off, setting it on the floor next to the workbench as he looked it over. There was a note addressed to him on it, so he picked it up to read it, “why don’t you tell me about it and I’ll see what I can do while we wait for Rouge.”

“I would like a similar attachment that you possess. The cannon you materialize.” He stated, and Tails could’ve sworn there was a maniacal glint in their optics. The fox looked up from the note to make sure he heard the robot correctly.

“My arm cannon?” He asked, tilting his head in thought. He’d definitely have to modify it a lot for it to work. He had a feeling energy blasts and fire wouldn’t mix well if too close together without proper protection.

“Affirmative.” Omega nodded, “I have analyzed your use of it in battle and have decided it is a worthy weapon to add to my arsenal.” Tails wasn’t really sure how he was going to add in an arm cannon to the robot, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t excited to figure it out.

“Well, I’ll have to run tests and modify it to make sure you can use it without damaging yourself, but I don’t see why not.” Tails shrugged, namesakes flicking as he sat the note back down. “I’ll work on the blueprint while we wait for Rouge, then build it when I’m back at my workshop.”

Omega gave a nod before stomping over to watch as the fox pulled out a sheet of paper and a pencil from his backpack. He glanced around for a chair to use, shrugging when there wasn’t one. He didn’t mind standing while working, but he preferred to sit down.

He got to work on the blueprint, adding modifications to the design when Omega voiced them. He briefly explained what parts he’d need to protect or modify to keep it from blowing up after its first shot, but he’s pretty sure the robot didn’t care. As long as it worked.

The blueprint was finished in thirty minutes. Tails had to bring out his highlighters so he could tell the difference between what needed to be modified and what was just something Omega wanted changed.

“Alright,” Tails sighed as he recapped his yellow highlighter, putting it in his bag with the rest of the others, “I should be done in about a week if I can get Sonic to leave me alone when I work at night.”

“Working day and night is insufficient. You will exhaust yourself.” Omega pointed out, turning to the fox who let out a groan.

“Can I not catch a break from anyone?” He mumbled, shaking his head as he slipped the blueprint into his binder before sliding that into his bag. Seriously, what’s so bad about him staying up to work? He’s being productive!

Tails glanced at his communicator, “Huh. I would’ve figured Rouge would be done at least by now. I wonder–”

“Oh, I’ve been here for the past 25 minutes.” The fox startled at the voice, turning to see the white bat perched on a table, her regular teal eyeshadow not dusted across her eyelids, “You two just seemed so invested in your blueprint, I didn’t want to ruin your fun”

“Oh,” Tails laughed and picked up his backpack, setting it on the workbench so he could pull out the tools he needed, “Sorry. I’ll get to work,” he said as he ticked off the materials in his head. Fuse, multimeter, circuit breaker..

“Don’t rush yourself, foxy. You’ve got all day.” Rouge waved him off, leaning back on her hands. She watched as the fox moved the motorcycle so he could unscrew the panel, carefully setting it to the side.

“I’d still like to get it done quickly though,” Tails said as he grabbed his multimeter and circuit breaker before ducking his head into the bike, “I want to make sure nothing goes wrong after I replace the fuse.” 

Rouge just shrugged in response despite the fact the kid couldn’t see her. She grabbed the book she brought with her to read while Tails worked and turned to Omega.

“What’d the kid say about your request?” She asked even though she already knew the answer, crossing one leg over the other. The robot turned to her and she could practically see the grin he would have.

“The tiny mechanic approved! I will be granted another weapon to destroy pathetic badniks with!” He cheered, arms raised to give a visual show of how excited he was.

“Good news. Can’t wait to see it.” She smirked before turning her attention to her book. It was one Amy had recommended to her, and she was quickly figuring out that she and Rose had a similar taste in novels.

She glanced up occasionally to check on the fox to keep tabs on him. She knew he wouldn’t do anything to the Dark Rider and would be fine to be here alone, but staying with him kept Shadow from nagging her so it’s whatever.

Though, she’ll admit it was interesting to watch the kid work. Once he ducked into the Dark Rider he didn’t come out, determined to finish it as soon as he could. He would either use his tails or simply reach behind to grab whatever tool he needed.

Rouge hummed as she mulled it over. It doesn’t seem odd or out of place to say Tails is fixing Shadow’s bike, but saying it’s an eight year old is something else.

Now, she’s not one to judge someone’s capabilities based on their age. She herself has been working since she was young as well, but not eight or, Chaos forbid, four. It was impressive, but she knew the kind of toll that would take.

Maybe she’ll mention it to his brother one day. Not that she cares if he’s more genius than kid, but a break for him every now and then would benefit everyone. Besides, it’d make Shadow happy to know the kid is taken care of despite how he says he doesn’t care. 

She knows better than that.

#this is a continuation of the second drabble in the series lol #miles tails prower #sonic the hedgehog #tails the fox #sth #sonic #anon #anonymous #anon ask #anonymous source #tails and rouge #rouge the bat #sonic fanfic #sonic fanfiction #fanfic #sonic fic #sonic drabble #myydrabs #drabble

[greenyvertekins]

Presenting my first fanfic in 17 years. Just a fluffy little story about Sonic and Tails during the rainy season in the Mystic Ruins. This is the first part. I might continue it.

Please note that no part of this is intended to come-off as romantic in nature. SonTails really isn't my thing. I view them as brothers.

"Remind me to look up the weather forecast before we go shopping" If one stood by the Mystic Ruins train station during this one rainy day, they'd have seen a cerulean Hedgehog and a golden orange Fox with two tails running through the deluge carrying numerous shopping bags. The Hedgehog kept a decent lead but the Fox was not far behind, each of them kicking-up moisture from the drenched ground with every step. Barely a minute had passed when they reached the sole building apart from the station for miles around - A laboratory with two levels. Electricity-generating mechanisms swirled in a small brick pool, providing the only sound other than the pitter-patter of incessant rain. There was a dome covering one half of the building with a small circular platform atop it, an apparatus for holding a telescope being its only feature. The rest of the upper level was taken by a small house with a chimney and a single window. Sonic and Tails stepped through the lower door to the hangar, Sonic immediately dashing off to the bathroom to grab towels for him and his friend. Both were drenched head to foot. "Brrrrrr!" said Sonic as he took each of his quills in his hands and twisted them to wring-out the rainwater they had absorbed. He shook his entire body to rid himself of residual moisture. "That was sort of refreshing in a way" he added, dabbing his body with his towel. "I thought you didn't like water?" Tails asked curiously, mimicking Sonic in shaking himself off. His fur immediately became bushy, his twin tails looking no different to a pair of white-tipped orange feather dusters. Sonic tried not to laugh at the sight. "Rain is....tolerable I guess. But miss me with a lake or swimming pool. Totally not my thing" "Here" Tails said, holding his hand out for the towel, his own tucked under his other arm. "I'll dump these in the laundry basket. Can you go light the fire in the upstairs lounge Sonic?" "Sure thing!" ~ ~ ~

A single strike of the ferrous rod and a blaze of orange and red erupted within the fireplace. Feeling the warmth rush over him, Sonic outstretched his palms to dry his gloves and warm his soaked hands. The heat was soothing and most welcome after the deluge he had been subjected to outside.

"Hey, come over here Tails! The fire feels great!" "Not right now" the Fox child replied from the lab, fishing around in his toolbox now having put away the shopping. "The Tornado seems to have a blocked fuel line" "You're gonna catch your death of cold if you don't dry-off fully 'lil bro!"

The young Fox just shrugged and continued looking in the toolbox. Sonic gave a sigh. "Very well. I'm gonna continue reading my current book. Already reached chapter 12 y'know"

Tails just gave a nod in response, evidently having found the tool he had been looking for.

He sat on the couch and reached for the book on the coffee table titled "RUN ON THE EARTH", turning to the page where a bookmark had been inserted. Reading during the rainy season was one of his favourite pasttimes and was generally preferable to running outside in the pouring rain. Having torrential rain pelt his eyes when moving at superspeed was not a pleasant experience.

Crossing one leg atop the other, he placed the book atop them and traced the text with a finger in order to find the place he had left off on.

~ ~ ~

About an hour and a half had passed. Tails was underneath the Tornado on his wheeled mechanic's creeper, tinkering away. Sonic was fully invested in a chapter about the water Kingdom of Soleanna and was fascinated by its article about the Festival of the Sun, a national ceremony. Though he hadn't visited this place before, viewing the photos of the canals, the castle town and the dancers beneath the fireworks felt oddly reminiscient. It was a bizarre feeling, one he couldn't quite put his finger on.

All of a sudden, Tails sneezed from under the biplane.

“Bless you” said Sonic without looking up from his book, largely consumed by this strange feeling of familiarity.

“Thanks Son…A-tishoo!”

The Hedgehog glanced up from the page he was reading with mild concern to see the young Fox had emerged from beneath the Tornado on his creeper and was sniffling and rubbing his nose with his fist, eyes scrunched tightly.

“You ok little bro?” Sonic enquired, one eye ridge raised. “I hope you're not coming down with a cold”

“Just a tickle” Tails replied, sniffling harshly. If Sonic didn’t know any better, he’d swear he could see the cub’s nose streaming slightly. He got up from the couch and approached him, looking a tad worried.

“Here. Use my handkerchief” he said kindly, putting the book down, getting up from the sofa and walking towards Tails whilst pulling the white fabric from the inside of his glove cuff. He always kept a clean one on him due to his hay fever and had many to spare after the events of a previous adventure. The azure Hedgehog gently wiped his little nose, pressing more tightly when his breath suddenly began to hitch.

“Heh…he…heshoo!”

Sonic grimaced slightly, quickly turning to a sympathetic smile as Tails sniffed, eyes teary. He sounded quite congested.

“I’be sorry Sodic *Sniffle* I don’t doe why I’be suddenly sdeezig like dis”

“No worries” he replied gently. “Just blow your nose. You really sound like you need to“

The little Fox obliged, producing a surprisingly loud honk as Sonic wiped his nose thoroughly.

“There you go” he said as he removed the handkerchief and tossed it onto the wet towels in the laundry basket. He removed one of his gloves and placed a bare palm on his forehead, brushing the trio of bangs to the side as Tails blinked confusedly. Though the surrounding fur was still damp, the Hedgehog could easily feel considerable heat emanating from his brow.

“Hmmm…. you feel a little too warm." Sonic mused, one brow furrowed. "Why, I do think you’re coming down with a cold Mr. Prower” he remarked in a lighthearted imitation of an upper class gentleman, putting his glove back on and guiding Tails to the sofa.

"You need to rest. Lie down here and I'll make some tea" The Hedgehog grabbed both of their empty mugs and took them to the kitchenette.

"I can't get sick right now! I have things that need working on!" Tails exclaimed, sniffling lightly.

"Bud. Your health is your priority. Not your inventions." the Hedgehog replied firmly though not unkindly as he walked from the kitchenette to the cupboard, kneeling and taking a small folded throw blanket from the bottom shelf and a box of tissues from atop the drawer. He wrapped the young Fox in it, leaving only his head out. He placed the tissues on the coffee table beside the globe.

"They'll still be there when you're better" The sick cub gave an annoyed growl under his breath as Sonic walked back to the kitchenette and filled the kettle with water. "I said you'd catch your death of cold if you didn't dry off completely" the Hedgehog muttered darkly as he placed the kettle on the lit stove, attention focused of fixing-up some hot drinks for him and his friend. He placed a tea bag in his own green mug and a thick slice of lemon, half a teaspoon of ground ginger and a tablespoon of honey in Tails' mug. The young Fox pouted, holding his throw blanket tighter to his body. Before he could do anything else, he felt the tickling sensation in his nose and sneezed again. "Gesundheit" remarked Sonic, glancing over to the sofa as Tails plucked a tissue from the box and wiped his nose with it. "*Sniff* Thanks"

Sonic placed the two mugs on the tray and carried it into the lounge. He placed it atop the coffee table and handed Tails his mug. "Here you go. It's lemon, honey and ginger. It'll help with that cold" The Fox took a sniff of the hot drink. Though his nose was very much stuffed-up and he couldn't really smell any of it. Taking a precautionary sip (Since Sonic was certainly not a wiz in the kitchen. As previous experiences had taught him), he could at least detect the spiciness of the ginger on his tongue. He took a gulp and was soothed by the sweet yet spicy hot liquid as it went down and warmed his chest. "Dis is really gudd" "I'm glad you like it" the blue Hedgehog replied with a smile as he took a sip of his own tea, Spagonia's finest blend with a bit of milk and two spoonfuls of sugar. Just the way he liked it.

"That drink always makes me feel better when I'm under the weather" Sonic added, taking another sip of his tea and savouring the flavor.

~ ~ ~ TBC.

#Verte writes fanfic #Sonic the Hedgehog #Miles Tails Prower #DO NOT TAG AS SONTAILS OR ROMANCE

[itsninex]

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#sonic prime #sonic prime fanart #nine #nine the fox #sails #mangey #sails the fox #mangey the fox #sonic the hedgehog #nine sonic prime fanart #nine sonic prime #tails miles prower #miles tails prower #the fox behind the mechanic tails. #shattered mirror refractions. #( not mine. )

[nameless-12345]

New Reality

Last week you received a notification that you won a new VR console.

Unlike other consoles already released, the virtual reality is so immersive, that there are sensory mechanisms that allow you to feel what happens to your avatar in real life!

You are one out of the two hundred gamers allowed early access to both the console, and its’ first game, “New Reality”.

After following the instructions, you set everything up and begin to make your Avatar.

Eventually you settle on a full figured fox shifter.

Over time, your stats increase, and you accumulate enough power to form your own guild.

Thanks to your countless hours of playtime, your guild, the Shifter Clan becomes the second most powerful on the server.

A message arrives at your guild hall:

Shifter Clan, your guild master will meet with ours two days from now at sunset. Refusal to do so will mean war.

— Shadow Guild

The Shadow Guild is the only enemy with the strength to destroy all you have built.

You don’t have much of a choice but to agree to the meeting.

…

When the time of the time of the meeting arrives, you enter the Shadow Guild Hall with your head held high, expecting to be greeted with the stares of on lookers.

However, the guild’s leader, Sh@dow_Master01, sits alone at the head of a long, dark wood table.

“What is this? Some sort of power play?”

“No, no, have a seat. I merely wish to come to an agreement.”

You refuse to sit, still on high alert.

“Oh? Then why threaten us?”

“Tsk, don’t be so paranoid. It was simply meant to ensure you would meet with me.”

When Shadow Master smirks and pulls up a panel that connects to his IRL computer, you furrow your brow.

“Now, let’s get started, slut.”

Your eyes widen and you are just about to tell him off, when your vision and audio cut from the game to some sort of recording.

Is this an in game attack? No, the game controls have disconnected. You can’t log out and regain control of your IRL body.

RELAX

BREATH

IN

AND

OUT

AGAIN.

IN

AND

OUT

Swirls fill your vision.

Over a sort of humming, a calm voice delivers commands.

No. Not just humming, moaning! You hear a chorus of women expressing their pleasure.

At first, you resist. You don’t know what’s going on but you keep your guard up.

But slowly, you start to follow along more and more.

Measured breathing.

The sensory mechanism sends waves of pleasure through your entire body.

Nipples stiffen.

Pussy leaking.

RELAX

LISTEN

OBEY

“I AM A GOOD PET.”

REPEAT.

“I am a good pet!”

“I OBEY MASTER.”

REPEAT.

“I obey Master.”

“SH@DOW_MASTER01 IS MY MASTER.”

REPEAT.

“Sh@dow_Master01 is my Master.”

GOOD PET.

The sensory mechanism sends a powerful wave of pleasure.

You continue to repeat, receiving pleasure from obedience. You are conditioned into a wonderful little pet.

…

By the time the sun rises, you are brought back into “New Reality”, desperate to see Master.

He sits in the same seat, smiling with a satisfied glimmer in his eyes.

“Hmm, have a seat pet.”

You immediately drop to your hands and knees, crawling over to sit at your Master’s feet.

Smiling up at him, your skin heats with pleasure.

It feels sooo good to obey!

A hand comes down to pat you on the head, right between your furry ears. Your tail swishes behind you.

“Would you like to sit up on my lap, pet?”

“Yes please Master!”

Straddling Master’s leg, he allows you to rub your needy cunt against it.

…

Shadow Guild merges with Shifter Clan to become Shadow Clan.

You are second in command, and Master’s loyal pet.

Master messages you IRL as well, and you eventually learn that you live only a short distance apart.

He’s so generous, he gives you a cute collar in game, and in real life!

Note: Yes, this is a geeky story. I’m a geek. So it works for me. I hope you liked it as well. 🐾

#degrading k1nk #hypno k1nk #hypno pet #praise k!nk #degredation kink #praise and degredation #nameless-stories

[unculturedmamoswine]

My fic for Forduary week 1: Childhood and school years!

This one is an HDM AU-- Ford's daemon settles and he's not that happy about it. Takes place in the same verse as this ficlet I posted a good while ago. (Short version of an HDM au: people's souls live outside their bodies in the shapes of animals. Kids' daemons can shapeshift but they settle into a permanent form during puberty.)

Ford settles first, not so long after his and Stanley’s Bar Mitzvah. He’s almost relieved. He kind of didn’t want Stan to be first, but he wouldn’t admit it to Stanley. It’s just that people expect Ford to be the more responsible one, and if his daemon’s settled, it’ll get people to take him more seriously. Stan wouldn’t understand that; his feelings would be hurt if he thought that Ford thought he was better than Stan. Not that he thinks that! Stan is the best. The best brother and friend and the bravest and toughest and most fun and lots of other stuff, besides. But he’s not very responsible, and Ford can’t even quite admit it to himself that he loves being seen as responsible when compared to Stan.

So Ford should be really glad that Elisheba’s settled. They’re the perfect age for it, right smack dab in the middle of the bell curve– they’re normal about something for once. It’s just that he can’t understand her form. They used to fantasize about what she’d become, like all kids probably do. Ellie loved to be an arctic tern– a bird that’s always migrating! And they can sleep while they’re flying! That would have been so cool! And she was a green iguana a lot, and even a Tasmanian tiger! Almost nobody had an extinct animal for a daemon– that would have been really impressive. And if it set them apart, made them even more different than their peers, who cared? Ford could take it. He’d had everyone making fun of him for his hands his whole life, he could stand it if people thought his daemon was too different or strange. But Ellie’s form, the thing she’s going to be forever, well. He’s just not sure about it.

Castor canadensis, North American beaver, isn’t really… him. Right? She isn’t anything particularly interesting or special. Nobody brilliant or noteworthy ever had a beaver for a daemon. No inventors or explorers or anything. In movies, do hard-boiled detectives or chiseled leading men have beavers for daemons? No, they don’t. The only beaver daemons in movies and on TV are laundresses or scolding mothers.

The only person Ford’s ever seen in real life with a beaver daemon is a mechanic. A Catholic mechanic with a beaver daemon and arthritis.

“I don’t really get it, Ellie,” says Elisabeth, Stan’s daemon. She’s on the floor of their room next to Elisheba, a red fox at the moment, sniffing at her. “Is being a beaver really that great?” She becomes a perfect copy of Elisheba and loudly smacks her tail against the living room floor. “Oh, that’s pretty fun!” They both laugh and slap the floor until they hear a distant shout from Dad.

“Okay, I guess the tail-slapping is alright,” Stan tells him skeptically, “but not that great. You could just drop one of your books on the floor and get the same effect.” Lisa pops into the air as a hornet and buzzes teasingly around Ford’s head.

“You’re just jealous,” he laughs as he bats Lisa away, wishing that he didn’t agree with Stanley.

-

Ford kicks his feet against the hull of the Stan o’ War. He’s holding a schoolbook, but staring out at the ocean. He should be doing his homework while he waits for Stan to get out of detention, but instead he’s brooding. Elisheba sighs behind him, and Ford frowns. He doesn’t want to turn around and see her squat little form, her dopey face, her long orange teeth. It’s been two days since she settled, and he still doesn’t know how to feel about it.

“You’re just going to have to deal with it,” she says resentfully, breaking their hours-long silence.

“I don’t have to deal with anything. I’m fine. I’m happy! It’s good that we’ve settled,” Ford tells her, feeling his jaw settle into a mulish expression. He can hear her clawed forepaws dig into the planks of the deck. He rounds on her, ready to scold her for clawing up their dilapidated wreck, but he looks straight into her eyes and finds he can’t get a word out.

Elisheba stares back at him, burning with the resentment and disappointment that feels too big for Ford’s chest to hold. Of course she feels the same, how could she not? She’s him, the biggest, truest, most important part of himself. That's the problem.

“I just didn’t think that we’d… be like this.” He feels ashamed to say it to her, even if they both think it. It feels like some kind of betrayal.

“We are who we are!” Ellie slaps her tail on the deck for emphasis. “This form just feels right, what does it matter exactly what I am if we’re still ourself?”

“Hey, break it up!” Lisa flaps up over the side of the Stan o’ War in her largest avian form, a brown pelican. She alights heavily on the deck next to Ellie, reaching a wing out over her as if to shelter her from harsh sunlight. “Man, this is why you need me around, Sixer,” she says lightly. “You get yourself into trouble when you think too much.”

Stan struggles up onto the deck, flopping down with an oof. He sits up, taking in Ford, standing facing his daemon and Stan’s, fists clenched. Ford knows he must be bright red, and hopes Stan thinks it’s all anger.

Stan, who is sometimes so able to be cool under pressure, shrugs off his heavy backpack and his jacket, leaving them behind him in a heap on the deck. The wind flutters through his and Ford’s hair, and ruffles Elisabeth’s feathers.

“Hi, Stanley. How was detention?” Ford mumbles, hoping to change the subject before Stan can even start it.

“Fired six spitballs onto Miss Lackson’s dress without her noticing even once!” Stan says proudly. Lisa preens. “And I even got some homework done, so you don’t have to do it all,” he adds impressively.

Ellie laughs. “My hero,” she teases, and nudges Lisa so hard she has to open her wings so as not to fall over. Ford snickers.

“You should be grateful!” Stan insists, all overblown indignation. Ford knows it’s just to make him laugh, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t work. “Here I am slaving away, learning crap outta books that I’m never gonna use just so you don’t have to do my homework, and you’re here talking to yourself like a crazy kid!”

“I’m not crazy, you’re craz– hey!” Ford grabs for Elisheba as Lisa opens her beak wide, trying to fit Ford’s daemon into her cavernous mouth. Before Ford can grab Ellie, she hisses viciously, flashing her long orange teeth at her brother. With a whoop of delight, Lisa turns into one of her favorite forms, a caiman, and snaps her jaws right back at Ellie.

“Hah!” Stan flings himself at Ford, grabbing him in a headlock while he’s distracted by Lisa’s many sharp teeth trying to take a bite out of Elisheba’s new, permanent tail.

“Hey, I’m planning on keeping that tail, Lisa!” Elisheba yelps, naturally echoing Ford’s thought. “Ow! Stanley!” Stan’s knuckles dig into Ford’s scalp. Ford flails his hands blindly in the direction of Stan’s body, completely forgetting anything he might have learned in boxing.

“Say uncle, Poindexter!” Stan demands gleefully. Ford raises his foot to kick Stan in the shin– it’s a dirty move, which Stan should approve of–but Stan gasps and lets him go before Ford goes for it.

As he straightens up, Ford has a brief impression of Elisheba between Lisa’s shoulders, claws gripping crocodilian hide and incisors digging into her head, perilously close to Lisa’s eye. Lisa turns into a dingo and shakes Ellie off her back with a slight yelp. She bounds over to Stan.

“Wow, jeez, ease up, Fangs,” Lisa complains, as Stan cradles her head in his hands, inspecting it for damage.

“Eh, don’t be such a baby, Ellie ain’t gonna blind us,” he tells her. Still, he strokes her ears gently.

“Yeah, I had everything under control,” Ellie says, panting. “When have we ever blinded you before? The trend would suggest that we will continue not to gouge out any of your body parts.”

Ford, grinning, leans down to pick Ellie up. She’s heavy– must be almost forty pounds. They haven't weighed her yet, which they should. And they need to find out how fast she can run– can she even run? He doesn’t know, but he’ll find out.

“That was pretty good, Ellie!” Stan, satisfied that his soul will survive, reaches out and ruffles the fur on the back of Ellie’s neck.

“Stan!” Ford tugs her away from his reach, embarrassed. They’re getting too old to touch each other’s daemons like they did when they were small. That kind of thing is only for babies and really little kids, which they definitely aren’t. “You shouldn’t do that!”

Stan goes on like Ford hasn’t spoken. “You can fight pretty good in that form, but what else can I expect from a guy with metal teeth?”

“What?” Ford laughs.

“Yeah! Stan opens his own mouth and points inside as if that explains anything. “Beavers got iron in their teeth, that’s how come they’re orange! It’s like rust!”

“How do you know that?” Ford asks suspiciously. 

“I know stuff! I know everything! Specially everything about you,” Stan insists, as Lisa wags her tail charmingly.

“Come on!” Ford punches Stan in the shoulder, grinning at his brother. “You don’t just know that magically! Unless…” Ford scratches his chin, wincing as he scrapes a pimple with his nail.

“Don’t bring up aliens,” Lisa groans.

“It’s a known fact that the protective anti-alien-scanning machinery the government uses to protect national secrets interferes with human brainwaves!” Ford crosses his arms, eyeing Stan suspiciously. “Have you been having headaches? Dreaming about nuclear launch codes?”

Stan groans. “God, Ford, you’re the biggest nerd! I read it in a book, okay?” Stan slumps over to his backpack, Ford following curiously. He pulls two thick books from it, turning and offering them to Stanford. “Here. I figured, you know, you’re a huge geek, you’d wanna read up on Ellie’s form and stuff.”

Ford sets Ellie down, then kneels so she can look at the covers with him. Rodents of North America says one, and Beaver: America’s Engineer says the other.

It’s so strange to feel so many ways at once. It’s surprising, and not, that Stan would do this; Stan would do anything for him, and Ford knows that. But that Stan would do this, specifically, go to the library– the city library! Those are city library stickers on the spines, they aren’t even from the school! All just for him, because Stan is his brother and the only person in Ford’s corner. He grateful, really. It's a nice thing for Stan to do, but there’s a little part of him that’s annoyed that Stan could read him so well. Shouldn’t he get to have some feelings that are private? Oh well. Ford shoves that down, and tries to just be grateful.

Made nervous by Ford’s silence, Lisa says “We didn’t look that close at ‘em but there’s some cool stuff in there. About your fur and your teeth and all the stuff beavers can build. And you’re gonna be a real good swimmer! That’ll be handy if we’re ever lost at sea!” She wags her tail vigorously and nuzzles Ellie, who presses herself close in response.

“Yeah, yeah,” Stan nudges the daemons apart with his foot, as uncomfortable as Ford is with all the mushy stuff. “Look, point is… uh.” He scratches at the back of his head.

Ford jumps in to save them both from the awkwardness. “I get it, Stan, really.” He hugs the books to his chest. He’ll say it, partly because he means it, and partly because he should probably mean it more than he does.

“Thank you.”

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[nixoon-again]

do u ever think about how 4 yo tails probably looked at all these different electronics that people on westside had and wanted to open them up and see how they functioned, how he wanted to create a similar one, how much he would risk to get a working one to understand the mechanics even if he knew how he was going to be treated if he was found — the lil starry eyed fox cub who'd look at all these little wonders of science from a distance with such longing and then how sonic found him, he let him meddle with his plane and got him all these tools and his own workshop. a sign of how he's the first person who not only saw all that this lil guy was capable but also how much joy it brought tails to finally get something he's always yearned for with his name on it, with no threats attached to it, with his big brother there to listen all his findings and with the absolute unspoken care and love and warmth behind every device and every idea and every piece of knowledge he acquires or are you normal

#sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #was writing and suddenly got hit by a wave of how much sonic loves his lil bro

[luchitohamilton]

lewis post-race interviews with star+, fox sports and dazn at the japanese gp '23

Star+

Something happened, did you have damage there with Sergio’s touch or not? Yeah yeah, I moved to the left and he just kept coming and kept coming and he clipped me, I think, I don't know, maybe he had someone to the right pushing him over, but he hit me and that damaged the right front of the wing and I think a little bit of the uhm, I think the front suspension took a big hit ‘cuz all of the sudden I was getting a lot of lockups on my right front that I didn’t have in the weekend so it made the race really tough. And also you fight a lot with George. George said it was fair, I mean, over the limit but was a good fight and you managed to keep that fifth position and keep getting points. You and Max are the only drivers who score points in every single race until now. Yeah yeah, I mean, he, they [the mechanics] worked phenomenal today, as always. I think for us… yeah, I’m generally happy with my racing and I’m really happy I was able to keep the Ferrari behind. That was the goal, to work together as a team, and to at least get one of the Ferraris today but they were faster than us today. They’ve taken a step ahead of us these last three races so we’ve got a lot of work to do.

fox and dazn transcrips below 👇

Fox Sports

So Lewis, you had to fight your way to a P5 and it got at some point a bit dicey with your teammate, good television at least it made. Yeah, very tough at the beginning and really tough race. I think the collision with Checo I gained a little bit of damage on my front wing but also I think the right suspension. The car was definitely strange, I was having right lockups which I haven’t had all weekend, so I was really fighting the car and then obviously with that locking restarts I had George on my tail a couple of times and I had to be very aggressive to hold position and but, aggressive but I think fair, obviously we’ve looked at the on-boards. And then at the end we had to work as a team to stay ahead of the Ferrari. It’s better to get a fifth and a seventh than a sixth and a seventh. So you made big changes, big switch on the set up, all weekend long. Happy with what you found in the end for race at least? Nah, the car was terrible to drive. It was [pained laugh] really not fun to drive today, uhm, very very much, very reminiscent of last year so twelve months later that’s difficult to swallow ‘cuz so much work has gone in and the car felt exactly the same today as it did back then, it doesn’t give me the most confidence moving forward but I know that the team is working towards a better car for next year and I just pray that it’s better.

DAZN

Lewis, which positive thing you take in general from this whole weekend? Just that we got points. We got points and finished ahead of one of the Ferraris who were faster that us this weekend but yeah, it’s a tough one. Did you enjoy the battle with George? Because he was saying that these things happen on races, and it was quite fun. Yeah yeah, I think it was… I [something] it was going to be fun. It was definitely aggressive, but [laughs] it was like [shrugs] it was definitely aggressive, but I needed to be aggressive and we worked together as a team at the end, its never easy but that’s what we have to do to secure second in the [constructor] championship and keep the Ferraris behind. Thank you.

#lewis hamilton #japanese gp 2023 #f1 #formula 1 #pal archivo