#Little Brothers of Prime

[imperial-daffodil]

The Emperor's Love - watercolour ink, watercolour, alcohol markers, and pigment ink on paper.

. . . He Weaves, He Makes, He Gives, He Takes.

He Reigns, He Conducts, The Grandest Orchestra of All, That of Perfectly Crafted Dolls.

. . .

I have but a little poem this time, so here is an abstract from a song that I love, it is from Black Math, the song is called Sirens:

"How open is Your empty space I’m moving in We’ll see the end of something unfamiliar I saw your hand You took awhile The cold was crisp I thought your warmth Would break the silence But all I hear are sirens

You take me Far, I’m far from safety Lines where you try to chase me On hollow ground I’m navigating this mystery While I follow you into your history"

. . .

Link to the song under the cut:

[yuukirita]

Bee being in the middle of them- he does not like that. He's so done.

Also chapter 8 is out- the comic has nothing to do with it rip.

[tornado1992]

Sonic is acting strange.

From the moment he entered the cave at the top of the mountain and going on even after Shadow finished the battle, he was more energetic, talking faster than usual, to his friends’s eyes happier than they had ever seen him before. But deep inside his mind and heart, he felt more melancholic than anything.

Rouge said something about to going visit Shadow, wherever he’d gone, though it’s not probable that Shadow would gift her a powerful gem of inter dimensional proportions, it’s still a possibility. He finds himself comfortable with the idea of either of them guarding it, after all, Shadow would never let it bring chaos to their lives again, and now he knows Rouge it’s a better leader than he could ever be, they both would make the right call.

Sparring with Knuckles was as much of a way to get the stress out of his system as it is a reminder that the guardian isn’t a glory driven danger prone sailor, nor a extremely paranoid jungle survivor, and definitely not a soldier willing to hit an 8 year old if it means saving the world, no, he’s just Knucks. Ready to put him back in his tracks every time he goes off, same old Knucklehead.

Asking Amy to help him bake a cake to celebrate their victory on the mountain took her by surprise, not expecting Sonic to have the consideration or patience to think about and prepare that kind of gift just so their friends would enjoy it together. But what really shook her to the core was how many times he thanked her through the making, in his mind just one of those “thank you” was for the cake, the rest of them were for everything else.

Tails knows Sonic is acting strange.

it wasn’t just the sudden consideration on his words and actions, but also the eagerness to just spend time with them, an insane amount of time in which he paid attention to everyone and everything, he looked to the sea as if it was more of a new racetrack than an obstacle to his speed, he turned his sight to the sky as if he’d forgotten it was blue, and gazed to the palm trees as if he’d never seen one before. But most of it all, between his friends and the rest of the world, Sonic was looking at him.

It wasn’t the normal look he’d give him everyday, being the only one Sonic hadn’t been alone with since the mountain battle was weird enough, they would usually race and joke together after every battle, but not this time; Sonic was actively keeping him at arms length while never getting his eyes off of him, It didn’t matter who was Sonic talking to or what was he doing, if Tails was around, he was looking at him.

Every time he was smiling he would look back to see if he was smiling too, when one of his friends tried to approach him Sonic would instantly get in their way without any more reason than to talk to them, if there was a sudden movement or loud noise Sonic would turn to him as if to expect him to be gone, the calmness in his body being noticeable every time he found him.

It felt wrong, it felt distant, it felt as if he was a problem. He hasn’t felt like this in years.

Hours and hours later when their friends finally got too tired of watching Sonic’s odd behavior they all went their own way for the night, with Rouge just disappearing in the dark, Knuckles claiming he had places to be, and Amy saying the day had drained her and she needed sleep, Sonic and Tails were finally alone.

The walk to Tails’ lab was quick, but quiet. The silence prevailed all the way before they entered the house and closed the door, then it wasn’t quiet anymore.

With the way Sonic practically launched himself over Tails knocking the air out of him as he hugged the kit tightly, both falling to the floor as Sonic held him against his chest with one hand while the other one placed itself securing the fox’s head just below Sonic’s chin. Tails was quiet, way too shocked with the sudden affection after a whole day of being so close while feeling so far away. But Sonic’s sobs and whimpers weren’t quiet at all.

They were loud and broken, not forming any comprehensible words as hiccups broke in every time it seemed like he was actually trying to say something, as if he held back from crying for hours, It felt guilty, sorrowful, and desperate.

Tails found himself breaking his silence and asking repeatedly “what’s wrong?!” as he reciprocated the hug just for Sonic to tighten his arms around him, breaking into fully crying this time, with a sea of tears falling from the speedster’s eyes to the genius’ head, not letting him go even for a second, not loosening his grip after what felt like hours of holding his little brother, who held him back just as tightly.

Even if the tears stopped, their embrace didn’t, with the morning warmth closer than midnight’s coldness the blue hedgehog found himself surrounding the sleepy fox as he fought sleep’s calling to stay with his big brother.

“I love you” was muttered to the boy’s ears as he was claimed by the land of dreams, in which he could fly all day with the shining star he called his brother.

Tails wasn’t sure if that whisper was part of his dream. Sonic knew it wasn’t

[charlietheepicwriter7]

"Mr. Bubbles, Mr. Bubbles-"

A little boy's voice--the first little boy that Tim had discovered in the labyrinth city below Gotham--echoed through the cavernous halls. Tim crept over the rubble of a broken stalagmite that had fallen through the ceiling, destroying the white and gold decor and dripping water inside. The room up ahead was lit only from glowing green tubes of liquid that lined every wall of Amity, the ectoplasm that powered the entire city.

"Are you there? Are you there?"

He peeked out from behind a crumbled wall. On his own, the little boy was crouched over corpse, fresh enough that it's blood was still wet on the floor. The boy's giant needle, the go-to weapon of all the Little Sisters that Tim had seen so far, was jabbed into the corpse's stomach and, slowly, ectoplasm and blood filled the glass jar on the end.

"Bring me a lolli-"

There was no sign of a Big Daddy, but Tim knew there was one nearby. These children were never without their protectors after all.

"Bring me a toffee-"

And at this point, Tim had killed enough of them to know for certain that one was around.

His left arm, marked all over with the needle marks of constant Plasm and ecto-dejecto injections, tingled, like there were ants under his skin. Or more accurate, he mused grimly, electricity-

Don't Think About It.

"Teddy bear, teddy bear."

He kicked his bare feet excitedly as he finished harvesting ectoplasm. Screwing off the jar, the child lifted it up to his lips like a cup and drank the viscus liquid down in huge, chest-heaving gulps like his life depended on it. Unlike Little Sisters who wore gore-covered dresses, the Little Brother was dressed in a white medical gown, relatively clean considering his filthy surroundings. His arms and face were free from dirt or blood, and even his hair looked suspiciously washed and combed.

Tim tightened his grip on his gun.

The Little Brother sighed, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. Brushing off his skirt, he yanked the needle out of the corpse. Then, like he could sense him, the boy looked straight at Tim. He froze.

Blank eyes covered in a green flim stared at him... and the Little Brother smiled at him, his teeth stained brown from the muck. "Mr. Helper! There you are, I've been waiting soooo long! Big Sister thought you'd never catch up!"

[drylagooned]

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im glad that instead of trying to change himself to be the person sonic wants him to be, nine fires back here and demands the recognition and respect he deserves as an individual separate from the one sonic knows. he’s done it repeatedly through both seasons and im ridiculously proud of this little 8-year-old for having the gumption and resilience to stand up to someone he clearly wants acceptance from bc that’s an extremely hard thing to do at any age. but nine is such a strong kid and he knows it’s his right to be treated as the person he is and not the person sonic wants him to be.

and i do like that we see a look of realization and regret on sonic’s face here— it says a lot. namely that sonic hasn’t meant to undermine nine’s identity. sometimes you just hurt ppl without meaning to and sonic has clearly done that by being so dismissive of the fact nine is a person wholly disconnected from the tails he knows. he even goes so far in this moment as to try and make nine feel bad for not being more like his tails.

that’s a cruel and manipulative thing to do and i think we’re seeing sonic begin to understand that he really hurt this poor kid without realizing it.

[000marie198]

His fond and caring expressions as he looks at Mangey as if he's still seeing him as Tails.

[sakuraswordly]

[brainworms-all-night-long]

Thinking abt Nine being apathetic to other people's well being, Thinking abt Nine not really taking to acount anyone else besides himself (and Sonic. Sometimes.) Thinking abt Nine not caring if someone gets hurt because of him (purposefuly or through negligence he didn't even consider being his problem) Thinking abt Nine not knowing how to interact with people in a cassual setting Thinking abt Nine being surprised when someone thinks of him before themselves, Thinking abt Nine slowly begining to feel guilty when he's caught and called out for being selfish but also is not prepared for the vulnerability of caring for someone Thinking abt Nine being confused and not trusting of friendly interactions not counting as transactional I love thinking about Nine not being nice and considerate unless he makes the active (dangerous!!) choice to do so

[starscreamingg]

Honestly transformers one deserves a medal for being the first transformers. Thing. In like five years to make me actually like and want to see bumblebee

[skipandloafer-anime]

Sosuke would be taking Mitsumi’s last name, full stop ✋🏽

Sosuke is coming into a large, interconnected, loving family, and that goes with him happily accepting the Iwakura last name 💅

He’s marrying UP

[playertwotails]

I've said it once and I'll say it a million more times but I would love to see Tails be more of a little shit to Sonic and a menace of a little sibling.

Let him know which buttons to push to annoy Sonic the most in any given situation and be relentless in pushing them.

Let them be in a dire and/or important situation but Sonic says or does something that perfectly lines up the pitch for Tails to maximize annoying Sonic.

Sonic having to do the thing where he can't go off and get revenge at the moment. So he's just glaring at Tails who just has them most satisfied look on his face cause he's getting away with it for now.

Let Tails just say the most unhinged thing to Sonic with a straight face or with a little smirk cause he knows it will tick Sonic off and it does. Meanwhile everyone else looks on with exasperated looks on their faces cause they're used to it or others with surprise pikachu cause they've never seen Tails act like that.

I just need more sibling on sibling violence with the two of them.

[imperial-daffodil]

Hold to the Light.

Pigment ink, watercolour ink and watercolour on paper. (this is my first ever try to paint with watercolour ink)

Holding to the Light, which allows to see, only through the fragmented hues of the Prism. Colours, as Parts of the Whole. The Emperor and the Companion.

[0vergrowngraveyard]

what if i said a boscage mage version of sonic just forced his way into my brain and now him and mangey are all i can think about for the time being? what then?

[bitchfitch]

tbh I'm never going to stop being mad about the Manx syndrome that makes Manx cats manxes. It's an easily, Visually identifiable trait that causes the afflicted animal life long discomfort and mobility issues so severe many need specialized care and equipment to give them a normal life. And that isnt even taking into account how many die as kittens or who need to be put down because they'll never have the minimum quality of life needed to subject them to their difficulties.

there's 2 genes that can cause shortened tails/no tail in cats and while it's debatable how ethical the other one is, due to how important tails are for cat communication, the bobtail Gene is at least not devastating to the animals welfare. Unlike Manx syndrome it just causes the kittens to be born with fewer tail vertebrae. All the other vertebrae are unaffected.

Manx syndrome, in the more severe cases, which to be clear are the breed standard and are considered Desirable, cause the back half of the spine to fail to form correctly. This causes the cats to "hop like bunnies" bc their hind legs are partially paralyzed. they have severe nerve issues bc their spinal cord isn't fully encased in bone like it should be. The paralysis effects their guts too, making many of them incontinent or unable to relieve themselves properly. which leads to chronic UTIs and them needing frequent baths. which, they are cats, they do not like baths.

The main defense of the continued intentional breeding of manxes is that it is a naturally occurring mutation, as in its a landrace breed that initially happened on its own in the feral cat population on the island of mann. "if they were able to survive and reproduce under those conditions then surely it's ok" type of argument. A dominant trait spreading through a feral cat population on a small island that has no predators and plenty of small animal prey to eat, is not a defense. it's the law of large numbers.

[lets-try-some-writing]

Since you have been doing optimus/bumblebee could we maybe get some insight of alpha trion raising Orion pax and being a father to him?

P.S I love your work keep it up

Thank you very much for your kind words! At this point I should stop saying sorry since it won't do much, but apologies all the same for taking so long to get to your request!

Raising a Mortal

Finding Thirteen out in the wilds was a blessing. Alpha Trion had been alone for so long by the time he stumbled upon his brother that he didn't even care for the fact that he was half feral. He led the youngling back to Iacon and worked dutifully to get him accustomed to life as a civilized mech. And while he loved his brother and now sparkling with all his being, there were ups and downs to having to raise Orion Pax.

It quickly became clear that Orion Pax was NOT fond of having his plating tended to. He spent so long living out on his own that having anyone touch him was new and not welcome. It was a battle every time he needed to have his ward get cleaned up, an event that was rather frequent with how often Orion managed to get into energon stashes and muck to dirty himself. Getting Orion to clean was a ritual in it of itself. First he had to lure Orion out of wherever he was hiding with energon or something of interest, then he needed to carefully maneuver the half wild mech toward whatever area he secretly placed the hose and get him sprayed down. His archivists had a ball whenever he had them hold the hose. They found great joy in spraying Orion down as if he were a living training dummy until he managed to hide again. Of course Alpha Trion had to move the hose every. single. time. Otherwise Orion would sniff out his plot and book it before he could get one word in. Proper and deep cleaning session required sedatives and a stretcher to get Orion to washracks.

Orion also made it VERY clear that if sweets were left alone, they would be devoured even at the cost of unsettled tanks. Orion had exactly zero self control when it came to anything with any degree of sweetener in it after so long living off raw energon. A box of energon goodies found by Orion would be scoffed in a rather spectacular mess and the empty container would be left behind. Anyone daring to try and make any deserts in the archive break room would find Orion Pax waiting outside the door, lurking with those beady optics ready to run in and burn his servos to snatch as many as possible. No warding attempts ever worked. If the door was barred where treats were kept, Orion would force his too large frame through the vents. If the sweets were hidden, he would get down on his knees and sniff them out with senses far more capable than the average mech. Locked containers? Orion would find something reasonably sharp or heavy and destroy anything between him and his deserts. There was no having treats in the archives unless one was ready to pay the "Pax tax".

Perhaps due to the fact that it was Alpha Trion who handled him most, Orion tended to shadow Alpha Trion everywhere while he was young. It didn't matter what Alpha Trion was doing, Orion would be there dutifully watching and remaining close by. When walking Orion would stay directly behind him, even when he turned the youngling would keep where he couldn't see. Sometimes he would outright forget Orion was there until he walked into a room and found the youngling gazing up at him with wide optics. There was no escape from Orion, nothing stopped him. If Alpha Trion hid, Orion would hunt him down by any means necessary and make a fuss if he couldn't get in to be by Trion's side. If he tried to toss Orion on someone else, Orion would come running back in less than half a groon ready to watch at usual. In the end Alpha Trion accepted it as a part of life and took to reading aloud for Orion simply because he KNEW Orion would be there.

In the grand scheme of things it was a small thing, but Orion had his own little rituals outside of the larger ones. He required that Alpha Trion give him a hug before he left the archives, even once he was well into adulthood for a while. He seemed to just be fond of the contact he once so thoroughly despised. Orion also never went anywhere without bringing back Alpha Trion something to keep for quite a few vorns. He wasn't quite sure why Orion did it, but he would get anything from shiny rocks to items that likely belonged in a museum. Then there was also Orion's little habit of ensuring that Alpha Trion saw all his friends and approved of them as if it were a rite of passage. First it was Jazz, then Ratchet, and even Megatron later down the line. Every single one of Orion's companions met Alpha Trion and he was fine with that.

So many small habits.

Orion was not a hard sparkling to raise once he learned to communicate, but he certainly had his moments. And yet Alpha Trion cherished every memory, even the plating cuts from where Orion decided to make his claim known.

[000marie198]

Can we just talk about this for a minute

He just looks like he's in so much pain, just from the idea of Nine destroying himself.

I love them, your honor, please let them be able to meet again......

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