#all the stars are closer

[dayas]

I love your writing so much. The way you just tap into the inherent malewife and girlboss energy of Fiyero and Elphaba is chefs kiss.

For the prompt I was thinking either 34 or 20 you decide I’ll love it anyway 

Oh my goodness! This is so kind of you to say, thank you so much 🥺💗 I hope this is okay!

34. “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

Some more Costars AU because this came to me in a ✨prophetic vision✨

It’s not graphic but they make out a bit so be aware 🫶🏽

(un)official part one

Drabble Prompts

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True to his word, Fiyero had come to know Elphaba better. He knew how she liked her coffee, and how she liked her tea. He knew that even though she pretended to be exasperated when Galinda tried new makeup on her or transformed an outfit, she actually enjoyed the experience. He knew she loved her sister more than she let on, and that she found Boq fairly amusing.

He also knew that she had grown fonder towards him more recently. What he did not know, however, was that Elphaba Thropp’s fondness was accompanied by a few things.

The laughter, for one. A delicious sound, one he wanted to bottle and down until he was delirious from it. She laughed easier around him now, chuckling at his jokes. If he was lucky and he surprised her, he was gifted with a snort.

Another was the touching. She touched him all the time now, a hand on his arm, fingers brushing his hair back when it fell into his face, her palm against his back as she moved by to alert him of her presence. She’d pulled him into a hug once out of pure happiness, thrilled with a scene they’d nailed. He’d gotten too excited, laughing and picking her up, spinning them both around in a circle. He’d put her down afterwards, mumbling an apology through his ever so charming grin. Fortunately, she accepted it, even if she hadn’t embraced him again if it wasn’t written into the script.

Maybe it was her newfound comfortability with him that emboldened him enough to ask her if she wanted to rehearse at his apartment. Once again, he was shocked when she agreed.

Fiyero was grateful he cleaned the previous night. He held the door open for her when they arrived, grinning softly at the brief, playful roll of her eyes.

“You and your gentleman act,” she teased.

“It’s not an act, love,” Fiyero returned, “I am a gentleman.”

“The tabloids say otherwise.”

“Since when have you cared about the tabloids?”

Elphaba shrugged.

“Fair point.”

His eyes shone with a triumphant light. They traveled to his living room soon, moving his coffee table and rearranging his furniture to free the space up for them to travel. After reviewing their scripts and Director Morrible’s notes, they began.

Fortunately for them, the scene wasn’t very difficult; it was the lead up to what would require an intimacy coordinator. He wondered if Elphaba was daunted by the prospect of portraying such a personal matter onscreen, though he had yet to ask her, as he didn’t want to make it seem as though he was doubting her professionalism. He promised himself he would tomorrow — they had a few days to prepare, but he wanted to make sure she was fully comfortable and assist her if she wanted an idea of what to expect.

Fiyero said his lines as he would in front of the camera, a perfect delivery. Elphaba, of course, did the same, and they ended up nose to nose, her body arching into his slightly while his hands held onto her hips.

“Should we…” Fiyero murmured, “I mean, do you want to…”

“Kiss?” Elphaba hummed back quietly, “I mean… it’s in the script. And we’re only rehearsing.”

“Only rehearsing. Right.”

“Right.”

He leaned his head down, allowing her ample time to back out. She tilted her head up and pressed their lips together instead. He forced himself to be brief, pulling away from her after a few seconds.

“The rest is, uh…” Fiyero could only think to shrug as he released her and stepped back.

“We’ll worry about the rest later.”

Elphaba turned from him, walking back over to where her script lay, presumably to examine it. Out of the corner of his eye, Fiyero saw her touch her lips.

They practiced again, each time with the kiss, though Fiyero noticed the look in Elphaba’s eyes seemed to shift each time. Her irises darkened, their beautiful green turning a shade that likened itself to a forest rather than the brilliant emerald they normally were.

They came together again, but this time, she didn’t touch him. They’d played with their positioning each time they ran the scene, testing out different options, trying to see what worked best for their characters.

She stood close, spoke softly, but her eyes never left him, still dark. There was something there, something familiar. Fiyero knew it well, a hunger that could turn ravenous if allowed. He’d seen it plenty of times before, though never on her. Fiyero was struck by the sudden urge to kiss her again, to pull her into him and devour her. He wanted to see what her eyes looked like when her lips were swollen and she was out of breath.

“If you keep looking at me like that, we won’t make it to a bed.”

Shock bloomed in Elphaba’s irises.

“Fiyero, that’s not the line,” she whispered, though her fingers twitched at her sides. He heard her breath catch when he moved her braids back carefully, lowering his head to her neck and murmuring, “I know that’s not the line, Elphaba.”

He didn’t care, either.

He paused before his lips could meet her skin, his breath hovering in the centimeter of air between them.

“Do you want me to stop?”

He would, even if he was certain it would be as painful as removing his brain from his skull. Elphaba’s head shook back and forth once.

“No.”

He kissed her neck softly, hiding his grin against her skin when he felt her melt into him. She pulled his head up, her fingers slipping into his hair as she kissed him. He bit down on her bottom lip gently, quite satisfied with the scandalous noise it drew from her.

“I meant what I said, you know,” he mumbled in between kisses, “we won’t make it.” Somehow, they collapsed onto the couch together, Elphaba landing on top of Fiyero’s lap.

“Prove it,” she told him, her mouth hot against his neck. He pulled her back, his fingers tangled in her braids, their heavy breaths mixing together.

“I’m happy to.”

[lucabyte]

leering

[urghblergh]

Some fancy guys. ✨

[sweetsouldhavernas]

Kathryn Janeway and Chakotay on a date attending the luau ↳ Star Trek Voyager: 3x14 - 'Alter Ego'

[sorunort]

the other day my partner and i got boba and they finished isat so i wanted to draw siffrin with boba to celebrate but then i was compelled to draw them and loop in my clothes again and iiiiiiiiiiit quickly spiraled out of control once i thought 'it'd be funny to give him the springtrap shirt' so sorry for the accidental fnaf lore dump? mirabelle would like fnaf you can't change my mind on this her favorite is withered chica. this is my soapbox rant idk

[magicwhiskers29]

The whole gang! The lines randomly start getting thinner partway through, but whoops. I had each of these on different canvases and didn’t check the others in between :p

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

underrated garashir scene is when Garak makes THIS gesture right in Julian's face

[youngpettyqueen]

I know the decision to have Julian's parents have him augmented was made on the fly but imo its pretty obvious from early on that Julian has Family Issues because he avoids talking about his family like the plague and I think they should've incorporated this into the Julian and Sisko dynamic right from early on because I think it would've made for some really compelling stories and moments and could've set up a REALLY interesting Julian and Jake dynamic which they kinda started to do but never fully went for

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 253

You know what I think would be fun? The Ennead in Legend of Zelda. 

Giant nine-headed dragon who might have maybe decided to go on a vacation in a random dimension. Y’know, one where they don’t have to worry about the GIW or summonings or accidentally starting cults or well, anything really. 

Or at least that was what they were hoping for. Oh sure, not a lot of things so much as approach them but there’s this tiny elf-looking child with a sword. And like, they’re not going to hurt a child who can’t even do much more than scratch their scales, y’know? 

Meanwhile from literally everyone else’s point of view, there was a massive comet, meteor, etc that fell to the lands, and suddenly there’s this massive multi-headed star beast wandering the skies like some sort of cosmic spirit unable to return to the place it came from. And they say as much to the hero. 

Yes I am still failing at drawing the Ennead's full body so have sketch instead

@radiance1 @fairy-lights-and-blobs Either of you might enjoy this perhaps lol

[yuesya]

Ember kicks at the sand beneath his feet out of sheer boredom. At the same time, a coincidental passing breeze stretches out the grainy trail of sand in a cloud of golden dust beneath the dawn-pink sky. It’s an unexpectedly pretty sight, and Ember immediately blinks, committing the scenery to memory. A common habit that most everyone in the Iron Cavalry had ended up developing, in quiet hopes that they would be able to share such experiences with their Queen through her dreams.

The Queen’s dreams, after all, were known to be drawn from the Iron Cavalry’s collective memories.

“Sorry, did I keep you waiting long?”

To the eyes of outsiders, the young girl approaching him would appear as his sister; they share the same gray-silver hair, the same blue-violet eyes. But commonality in appearance is something that’s shared through all members of the Iron Cavalry –their Queen included. Which only makes sense, seeing as they were created from slight variations of the exact same template.

AR-214, Aurora, flashes AR-53935, Ember, a small smile.

“Don’t worry about it,” he tells her, shifting his weight on the dry Sigonian sands. “It hasn’t been that long.”

“Idalia and I ran into one of the local tribes while we were resupplying earlier, and got delayed while chatting,” Aurora explains. “I know that we were originally planning to wrap things up for the Sigonia-sightseeing, but it turns out that there’s actually a local festival happening tomorrow!”

“Oh,” Ember blinks. “I take it that we’re staying, then?”

“Yup! The locals seemed pretty flattered that Idalia and I were genuinely interested in hearing about their culture, so we somehow ended up with an invitation,” Aurora laughs. One hand comes up to readjust her glasses as it becomes slightly lopsided from the motion. “So, Idalia is thinking about staying for an extra day or two, if that’s alright with you?”

Ember shrugs, “Yeah, I’m fine with it. Idalia barely leaves Glamoth to begin with, so it’s a good thing that she wants to look around and explore some more.”

“Probably because she’s a Personal Escort model,” Aurora muses. All members of the Iron Cavalry are attached to their Queen, more or less, and Personal Escort models –particularly those who’d served the Queen directly during the Swarm Disaster– definitely lean on the ‘more’ side of things. “I think… I think she wants to share festival memories with our Queen.”

Completely understandable, honestly. “Wait, what kind of festival are we dropping in on?”

“It’s the locals’ celebration of the rebirth of their god!”

“… What?”

Aurora laughs again.

“It’s called the Kakava Festival! See, the Avgins believe that everything that exists on Sigonian land is part of their god’s divine body, and every year it will perish and ascend…”

[dayas]

“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?” + fiyeraba

Drabble Prompts

YESSSSS

Costars AU 🤩 solely cause I can 😁

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Fiyero Tigelaar didn’t know what he did wrong. He couldn’t remember making any terrible missteps or disappearing into a perilous pitfall during any conversation he’d had with his costar since being cast as the male lead in the biggest romantic movie of the year. But he knew he must’ve done something to irk or anger Elphaba Thropp, because the moment they finished rehearsing a scene, she flat out refused to speak another word to him. Fiyero was a bit surprised by Director Morrible’s casting choice, considering he was one of the biggest stars in the world and she was completely unknown, discovered in some small town. But when he’d seen her act for the first time, watched as she transformed before his very eyes into a completely different person, he understood her reasoning perfectly. She was incredible, and he’d somehow bungled his chances of getting to know her in any capacity that wasn’t strictly professional. And he had tried, approaching her after they’d met for the first time at their chemistry read to congratulate her. Albeit he’d been flirting with some of the other girls who were auditioning mere moments before, but he considered that a completely irrelevant detail. He’d attempted to catch her after their initial table reading too, only to be courteously brushed off before she left. Fiyero didn’t understand it. He had never been brushed aside before. She had to be the only person on Earth who either didn’t know who he was, or didn’t care.

Strangely enough, it felt… refreshing.

He started backing away after that, giving her more space, even if he couldn’t resist a flirtatious quip or two once their scenes concluded. He had no idea whether she’d noticed or not, seeing as she barely spoke two words to him when she didn’t have to (if she even stuck around that long).

After a particularly strenuous rehearsal, Fiyero decided to give his attempts at beginning a genuine friendship with Elphaba one last try.

“Would you like some tea?”

To his complete and utter surprise, she softly said, “Yes.”

His eyes lit up, though he kept his smile small and his nod cordial.

“Come on, then.”

Boq’s home, at which the main cast was currently gathered, was small. Neither he nor Elphaba had offered their current apartments up for post rehearsal hangouts. To him, she seemed impersonal, which explained her reluctance to engage with the rest of them. He preferred his own space to remain his own. It was the only place he could exist solely as himself, not as the larger than life figure he was expected to be.

They walked into the kitchen together as the chattering of the rest of their cast mates faded away. Fiyero set about preparing the kettle, heating the stove and placing the kettle down.

“I normally drink coffee this late at night.”

Elphaba offered him her words casually. Fiyero, still in slight disbelief that she was actually talking to him voluntarily, of her own free will, managed to retain enough brain power to ask, “Why’s that?”

“I used to stay up so late learning lines and practicing for auditions. It’s just habit now, I guess.”

She seemed conflicted, something flickering in her eyes, an internal battle he was only catching flashes of. Still, she asked him, “Have you always preferred tea?”

“Always,” Fiyero confirmed with a nod. “My mum made the best cups, though. It never comes out quite as right when I do it.”

“My mom made the best cups of coffee, too.”

He was surprised by the gentle smile that touching the edges of his lips. He’d gathered the tea pot, tea leaves and the infuser, and he set about readying them for the boiling water. Fiyero knew he probably should have simply enjoyed the moment and kept any further questions to himself.

He was never very good at doing that.

“If I may ask, what changed?”

Elphaba chewed on her lower lip for a moment, staring at him. Whatever she saw in his eyes must have been convincing enough, because she answered, “I saw you today. With that little girl.”

Fiyero froze. Boq’s family had stopped by briefly earlier for a visit, his young niece included. Fiyero figured no one caught the moment he assisted her, but apparently, Elphaba had. Fiyero covered his momentary stillness as best he could, moving to pour the tea into the pot. He offered her a cup once it was steeped, a minute or so later.

“She was crying,” Elphaba said after she’d taken her first sip, “but everyone else was so caught up in their own world. You, though… you leaned down and asked her what was wrong. You talked to her like she was a person, you didn’t infantilize her. You picked her up when she held her arms out and you made her laugh. And you let her go once it was over, like nothing happened. Like you didn’t just see her.”

Fiyero said nothing, sipping from his tea. Elphaba took a step forward, towards him.

“No one noticed. Well, no one but me. You didn’t do what you did for the cameras, or your fans, or even for Boq. You did it because it was the right thing to do.”

She took another step and he almost warned her to stop, because he wasn’t quite sure what he would do if she continued.

“No matter how shallow and self absorbed you pretend to be, it’s all pretense.”

Elphaba’s murmur was meant only for his ears. Part of him wanted to crawl beneath the table they stood next to and forget everything she just said. The louder, bolder part of him pushed him forwards, his chest a single inch away from hers. He looked down, carefully brushing one of the small braids that had fallen forward during their conversation away from her face. He had to take back some power, after all, and he knew his effect on people very well. He bit back the self satisfied smirk that threatened to rise at the quiet breath she sucked in. No matter what she said, she wasn’t as immune to him as she pretended to be.

“There is no pretense here,” Fiyero whispered, more for himself than for her. He needed the reminder more than he cared to admit.

“I don’t think so,” Elphaba whispered back, her gaze steady upon him.

“Elphaba! Fiyero! You guys have got to see this!”

NessaRose’s voice shattered whatever it was the two of them had found themselves entangled in.

“After you.”

Fiyero stepped aside, allowing Elphaba to set her cup down and walk past him. She paused at the kitchen’s edge, turned back to him and said, “Thanks for the tea.”

Incredibly, a small smile lit up her face. She looked pretty when she smiled, Fiyero thought. He would have to see it again sometime. But not currently — he had a reputation to uphold, regardless of whether or not she’d seen right through it.

“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

“Don’t push it.”

“Pushing is what I do best, love.”

“Elphaba!” NessaRose called again.

“Coming!” Elphaba yelled back. To Fiyero, once more, she offered those same two words.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

He stayed behind to clean up the kitchen before waltzing back into the living room, performance ready. But he noticed Elphaba let him sit closer to her than she usually would, that she began to ask for his opinion if he didn’t already provide it, and allowed herself to laugh at his jokes.

He wasn’t sure what it was that made him want more.

All Fiyero knew was one way or another, he was going to know her.

[wren-of-the-woods]

I've been seeing a lot of posts lately talking about how no one comments/reblogs/replies/etc anymore, and, as someone who comments regularly on a lot of fanworks, it sometimes makes me wonder if my efforts are worth anything. Then I remember how much happiness I get from comments on my own work/posts and how much the community of fandom can matter, and I remember the power that can be found in spreading joy instead of disappointment.

So -- to everyone who comments on fanfiction: thank you. You make the writing process worthwhile and so very rewarding. You make people happy every day.

To all the people who reblog art and gifsets and meta and anything else with enthusiastic tags: thank you. You make people smile and promote interesting conversations and make being on Tumblr so much more fun.

To anyone who sends people asks about their works, whether it's unprompted or part of an ask game: thank you. You give people reasons to talk about things they love and feel like a part of a community.

To the people who makes reclists: thank you. You give us more to read while showing the author how much their work is loved and appreciated, benefitting so many people.

To everyone who organizes events and groups and blogs and dedicated to fandom: thank you. You build community and love and excitement so effectively and it's wonderful.

To all the authors and artists who respond to comments and build community: thank you. You make people smile with your work and then again with your response.

To everyone who contributes to fandom and community in all the other beautiful, varied ways that I can't even begin to list: thank you. You are why we're here.

And, finally, to every writer, visual artist, gifmaker, cosplayer, maker of edits, writer of meta, or creator of art in any other form: thank you. Your work is wonderful and you make fandom what it is, regardless of who sees your art or how much response you recieve.

Keep going, everyone. You are a part of something beautiful.

[canisalbus]

Look, I know it's supposed to end badly. But I need to admit that in my head, they declared a mutual "fuck this shit" to the world and society. Packed all the stuff they could one late night and escaped to a remote open plain in the middle of some thick woods where they spent the rest of their lives healing and living freely in nature.

I've been having a lot of intense feelings about them as well. The tragical elements are so baked in to their story and setting, it's hard to imagine a happy ending for them. But every now and then I find myself thinking of scenarios and AUs where they both live and grow old together. For coping purposes, I suppose.

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

Between Sonic and Tails, who do you think would end up confessing their feelings first?

Good question. Definitely depends upon the iteration and context, but for the most part (at least in my head) getting either of them to confess (and in some cases even ruminate on their feelings and admit to themselves the nature of them) is hard

Like, for example, I personally think that game!Sonic (and post sgw Archie Sonic and IDW Sonic) kind of take Tails' presence for granted in a way. To them, it will always be the two of them (Sonic and Tails). The ideal future is that they keep on hanging out and still fight side by side sometimes and that even if Sonic goes it alone he can always come back from his adventures to chill with Tails or crash at his place. In other words, in Sonic's fantasies of the future, things like getting married or raising families or anything like that are just kind of tacked on as something that will just kind of be true at best and ignored at worst. If he even considers a future where things are a bit different because Tails is together™ with someone, to him it's only natural that Tails would be in his life the same way and nothing would really change. And so to that end, even if Sonic DOES realize his own feelings, he probably wouldn't see any good reason to confess. It would make things more complicated, especially if Tails doesn't share those feelings, and he doesn't have to worry anyways because Tails will always prioritize the two of them and be at his side, right?

And then it's even worse for versions of Sonic more akin to, say, pre sgw Archie Sonic. This is because in addition to the already existing unwillingness to change things and the assumption that he doesn't ever have to worry about no longer being the center of Tails' world (or a major figure in it at least), there is some palpable internalized homophobia within that hedgehog with an added complexity. For Archie Sonic in particular, I think even if he realized that he wanted to even be with Tails forever in a strictly non brothers fashion, he would feel mixed feelings about that (perhaps that coming out about it would ruin things or make things weird, or that getting together with Tails at any point would deprive him of "normalcy", or that he'd pressured Tails into it, or even just weird or a bit creepy).

As for Tails, I actually think that most iterations of him have figured their feelings out by this point. In all honesty, there's only so long you can go on fixating on someone and admiring them, and structuring your life around them before you realize your "I want to be with them" isn't just about simply admiring them. It's just that Tails' main obstacle to me is the avoidance of ruining anything.

On one hand, there's Sonic's avoidance to being tied down. We've seen time and time again Sonic rejecting people who pursue him openly or looking uncomfortable with them. Archie Sonic in particular made it clear that this version of Sonic couldn't stand the idea of not being able to freely be himself or adventure. He couldn't stand the idea of having to tie himself down and taking on extra responsibilities and expectations simply because he's with someone. I can see Tails being afraid that by confessing, he could scare Sonic away. If he happened to confess and Sonic thought Tails meant to stifle him or Sonic felt uncomfortable by that open expression, wouldn't that risk their relationship? Even if Sonic wouldn't go so far as to drop him as a best friend (which he never would do that for the record), there's still real fear in making things weird or different between himself and Sonic.

And that feeds right into the other hand. On the other hand, Sonic probably doesn't see him that way, right? Though Sonic is special to him and Sonic also cares for him back, at best Sonic has never thought about it and never will, or he just wouldn't feel the same (in Tails' eyes). With Archie Tails in particular, even if Tails gets over his own interlized homophobia about it and recognizes his feelings for what they are, he probably feels that there's no way to be anything different than a brother to Sonic, and thus confessing would be a terrible move. If Tails confesses and Sonic doesn't feel the same, it also runs the risk of making things weird between them or (in Tails' eyes) ruining it.

All this to say that my general opinion is that as long as things stay exactly the way they are forever, even if they start spending even more time together, I find it hard to believe either of the two will opt into confessing on purpose

But, with that being said, a confession is not an impossibility. I don't think either of the two are immune to being put in a position where they finally confess (and no, with the state of things for them, simply saying "I love you" will not count as a confession). And if we barred situations where like. They're literally about to die or one can do anything they like without the other (or themselves) remembering the outcome, I actually can give you an answer

And honestly, if one of them had to confess eventually, I believe it would probably end up being Sonic.

Why? Well, out of the two, Tails actually sits back and thinks about his emotions more often than not. I think even before he figured out the exact nature of his feelings he knew he felt very strongly for Sonic. But, no matter which media you're touching upon, I feel as if Tails fits into that archetype of "person who has been in love with their best friend since literally forever, but knows their best friend will never feel the same". The longer Tails ruminates on these feelings, the stronger he feels them, the more he watches Sonic (especially as someone who cares about plenty of people other than him), the more time he spends with Sonic, the less incentivized he feels to actually confess. Especially if Sonic would never feel the same, the best Tails can hope for is that things stay the same between them and Sonic never replaces his role.

Or in short, Tails is so in his head about it at this point, it's very hard to convince him that confessing is ever a good idea or necessary.

But while Tails is more obviously attached to Sonic, Sonic is much less obviously attached to Tails and other people as a whole. With him being "free as the wind" and the kind of figure he is, he kind of benefits from having the persona of a guy who doesn't need his friends but (nevertheless) can be assisted by them. He probably seems cool for being so strong and independent while equally caring that people live. But this doesn't mean Sonic doesn't have attachments (far from it). Rather, for Sonic, his attachments to others seem to naturally grow. And the more time he spends with them, the more he grows used to their presence. And especially with someone like Tails, who has been around as his companion the longest, he doesn't sit around long enough to consider that Tails would ever leave his side. Once he grows used to that person, he doesn't have to recognize his attachment or even think about the nature of his own feelings because it is and always has been whatever it is. So, in other words, even if he becomes more and more reliant on the fact that Tails will always be around or that Tails will always assist him, he doesn't have to admit more than "This is what our best friendship is. This is what it's like"

All of this is to say that while my idea of present Tails would be trying to do anything in his power to stay with Sonic (as long as Sonic is willing of course), even if that means never confessing the exact nature of his feelings for the hedgehog, Sonic isn't already thinking about these things. This means that while Tails has very few pathways to confession, Sonic has plenty!...if you scare him well enough.

For example, Idw Sonic has been more clearly spending more time with Tails (even baseline just. Crashing at his place more often) after the metal virus arc. Couple this with post neo metal incident 2 electric boogaloo idw Sonic who just wants to have a break and live peacefully for a minute, this is a Sonic who has become scared enough to want to indulge in spending more time with Tails. I also think that post Sonic Prime Sonic is also a version of him who would start to spend more time with Tails than before after having already lost him and having to deal with the Tails shaped hole in his life once.

So, if you got a Sonic to the point where he'd fully accepted his feelings and he felt like confessing them would be necessary to secure the future he wants, then he'd confess. Honestly, the easiest way I'd see this going about would be a story where Tails is framed as leaving him to go do something or be somewhere else, away for Sonic, possibly indefinitely, or if Sonic actually has to spend enough time without Tails after initially telling himself his own feelings wouldn't matter so long as Tails is happy wherever he is. But, if it came down to confessing being something that might actually bring Sonic to his desired future (especially if Tails rejecting him is no different from prolonging the separation they already have if he says nothing), then I think he could work up the courage to do it.

And in the end...I think it has to be Sonic. Although I on occasion enjoy fantasizing about moments where Tails can't take it anymore and confesses, only for Sonic to realize his own feelings in the process, I think that Sonic would have to be the one who confesses his feelings/wishes for the future for Tails to even believe that his pipe dreams are a possibility. I think it's Sonic who would need to pull Tails out of his head, because the probability that Tails works up the courage to confess is more unlikely.

So...yeah. In my head, Sonic is driven to a point where he confesses and pulls Tails out of his head about it.

[a-stitch-in-time-and-space]

me: it'd be great if new-trek wasn't constantly so referential to classic trek, let it develop on its own without always being about legacy charac-

lwd: deep space nine?

me: OH THANK GOODNESS THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME LIFE IS THAT ROM IS THAT LEETA IS THAT THE SPACE STATION IS THAT KIRA WITH BUTCH HAIRCUT IS THAT THE PYLONS IS THAT SISKOS IS THA-

[fictionadventurer]

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