#baby miles tails prower

[tornado1992]

Sonic dressing up baby Tails in something like this

[number-one-shadisper-shipper]

There had to be something wrong with him.

The two tails were the most obvious. But there had to be something more. There had to be something wrong with him.

Why else did no one want him?

Little Miles curled up in the small cave he'd found for himself, burrowing in a pile of leaves he'd gathered up for a nest of sorts. The cave was far enough away from the village that no one should be able to find him here.

Why did they hate him so much?

He'd taken a few things, but that couldn't be the reason. They were mean to him before that. He only snatched scraps of food when he was really hungry because no one would give him anything and he couldn't find anything in the woods that was edible. And they'd already chased him away multiple times before he'd gotten that hungry that he'd risked sneaking back into the village to grab some food.

It had to be something else. Was it just the tails? Why? He loved his tails. They were warm and good for snuggling. He loved them. Or, he could love them. If it wasn't for everyone else telling him why he should hate them. He could never really hate them.

Maybe he was just a bad kid.

Bad kids took things. Bad kids got in the way. Bad kids weren't wanted.

Even his own parents didn't want him. He had only vague memories of them now, of golden-brown fur a little darker than his and loud voices that were angry a lot. He remembered them telling him to stay and wait, and then never coming back.

Maybe... if he'd waited just a little longer, just a couple more days, they would've come back. Maybe he was just a bad kid like that.

Maybe that's why no one could care about him.

Darkness was falling outside, separating his cave from the rest of the world. The night was always so empty and quiet, with no one around to protect him. He curled his two tails closer around himself, hugging them against his chest.

Was he always going to be alone?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Tails?"

The fox glanced up at the sound of his favorite voice. Sonic was staring at him, head slightly tilted as he studied his face. "You okay, pal? You zoned out there for a sec."

"Yeah, yeah! Just got distracted."

Sonic chuckled and ruffled his bangs. "Imagine getting distracted," he said with a laugh, leaning backwards to lie on the picnic blanket. "I, for one, am ALWAYS focused."

Tails chuckled as he shifted. "Yeah, right."

He glanced around. It was a beautiful day in Green Hill, perfect for the Restoration (and friends) picnic that they'd set up as a celebration of foiling yet another world-ending catastrophe together. Amy, sitting on Sonic's other side, gave him a smile before returning back to whatever she and Sonic had been chatting about a minute ago. Knuckles was leaned back against a tree looking almost peaceful, until Rouge came and started poking at him. All of Team Dark had actually shown up, even Shadow, although he was sitting at the very outskirts avoiding conversation. Cream served out slices of cake to everyone. Her mom was cutting the slices while chatting cheerfully with Vector and the other Chaotix. Silver was showing off his telekinesis for Blaze by making a kite fly even though there was no wind. The Restoration girls; Whisper, Tangle, Belle, and even Jewel and Lanolin; had found all spots in the grass where they were chatting.

Sonic gave him another look, before stretching out his arm and patting the empty spot beside him. Tails grinned and shifted over next to Sonic, curling up into the spot that fit him perfectly. He rested his head on his brother's chest, hearing the soothing thrum of his speedy heartbeat. A comforting sound. The sound of safety, of home.

"You sure you're okay, little bro?" Sonic asked quietly.

"Yeah. I am."

He was more than okay, he realized, as he looked around at his friends. His tribe. His family.

He wasn't alone anymore.

AO3 link here

[tornado1992]

Baby Tails sleeping like this

white-tailed fawn

[feluka]

I've never related to a human being more than Nicole Byer in this clip.

[thelostmoongazer]

so i recently watched all the sonic movies

[tornado1992]

Miles doesn’t hate his tails.

No matter how much the people in his town told him to.

Even if every time he tries to play close by the village he gets chased and practically hunted down because some scary adults want to “hang out his tails on the wall”.

Even if the mothers pry their children away from him so they won’t “get cursed by the mutant”.

Even if his first memory is running from some big kids who chased him away from a store for eating some scraps from the garbage while yelling “Two tailed freaks don’t even deserve trash!”

The only apparent difference between him and the people who hate him being the number of tails, or rather, the not singularity of his.

It seemed like the reason why they all despised him was because of them, an abnormality, was the kindest way they called them.

They kept saying his tails were bad. But it didn’t made any sense. His tails weren’t bad. They kept him warm on the coldest nights, shelter him from the rain, and protect him from the town’s kid’s fists.

They were his only company and comfort, his blanket and pillow, and they were the only thing he had. He couldn’t hate them.

It didn’t matter if they were the apparent reason for his loneliness and the town’s rejection, Miles knew that even if he could cut one of them the townsfolk still wouldn’t want him.

His tails were big enough to cover him almost completely, protecting him by curling around him and not letting go even when the fur on them was ripped, torn, or burned. He could chew on the tip of their fur when his stomach hurt too much not to try and bite something, even if the matted fur on them might hurt sometimes. He didn’t have any toys or coloring books, but he could always play with his tails whenever he felt too lonely, he would chase them and they would not go away, sometimes they moved on their own when he was playing, he didn’t know why, but whenever it happened it made him feel a little bit happier, even if it meant as potential risk of him being found by his abusers if they moved when he didn’t tell them too, it still made him happy.

He could hug his tails while sleeping, pretending someone was actually there with him, if he concentrated enough, he could pretend the fur that was keeping him warm wasn’t his own, he could imagine it was maybe a loving mom, a caring dad, or… anyone, but he could feel loved.

He didn’t hate his tails.

Everyone hated him, and that might not have a solution, but everyone also seemed to hate his tails. He knows how it feels when everybody hates you, he doesn’t want his tails to feel like everyone in the world hates them too. So even if it’s just him, even if no one else ever likes them, and even if some day he dies because someone hated them enough to do something about it, he won’t hate his tails.

He doesn’t think anyone could love his tails ever, and he doesn’t know if he is capable of loving them himself, but liking them should be enough. He hopes his tails can understand.

He hopes that at least his tails could feel a little bit of love some day.

[tornado1992]

I just love how he easily scoops him away

June 27 2024

Me and a friend got an aggie together to draw Sonic characters with a bit more extreme height/ body proportion differences- but it very quickly turned into us drawing sibling fluff.

If you're curious what the changes are:

Sonic is taller and lankier, built for running and being aerodynamic.

Tails is shorter and pudgy, his fox height will kick in when he gets older.

Knuckles is the tallest and is built like a fridge, but mostly in his forearms. (but not Sonic Boom's weird pizza body with spindly legs)

Amy is shorter, but her hammer is MASSIVE. Little innocent tween that looks like she's a damsel in destress but actually is your hero.

(Shadow isn't here because I didn't doodle him in the aggie) but he's a bit shorter, however he is taller than Amy. He's more built for physical combat, having him be bulkier than Sonic (and physically stronger). I like to think that he's a bit more condensed to help stabilize and control the chaos energy inside him.

(and Silver is skin and bone)

[nikdwings]

Didn't expect so many people liking my terrible doodles of Sonic movie hahahaha

Thank you so much!

Here's more of them!

[qcoded]

most normal game night with sonic & friends 🙏🏻

dumb little animatic with my Sonic gijinkas... I don't think I've posted my design for Amy yet BUT I FINALLY DREW KNUCKLES 😭 Hopefully it's obvious who is who

[iwasbored777]

I keep thinking about this every single day ever since I watched the movie. THIS WAS SO CUTE SJSKSKSKKS 😭😭😭😭

Also Tails thinking Robotnik and Stone are best friends 😭😭😭

[tornado1992]

Honestly can’t blame him, look at him

Seeing Tails so small again in generations has them questioning how they survived those big ol' eyes

[la-topazzz]

BOO!! CONFUSED SONIC CHARACTERS GO‼️

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

Since it's Knuckles Wachowski's week, I rewatched both movies, the first a couple nights ago and the second tonight.

And may I just say

No fictional characters have ever awakened my maternal instincts as strongly as the Wachowski children have.

I MEAN?!?!

I AM VERY WELL AWARE OF WHAT THEY'RE ALL CAPABLE OF, BUT???

I look at them and I think "SMOL. SMOL SOFT CHILDREN. SMOL SOFT BEBIES WHO HAVE HURT AND I MUST HELP AND PROTECC AND LOVE AND NURTURE THEM."

HELP

[0vergrowngraveyard]

bromtherss

[tornado1992]

The baby fits, the baby sits!

if he fits he sits

Was inspired by that top-tier post from @tornado1992

This one:

[tailsnumber1fan]

yawn snore yawn snore yawn snore yawn snore

redraw of this VVV