#happy wholesome sonic and tails Wednesday

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

Were we gonna talk about this? :3

I mean, it feels like we already knew they did this, but the fact that Sonic and Tails are constantly making sure the other has eaten, in a subtle way of showing love 🥹

And they "cover each other's blind spots." Where Tails is worrisome, Sonic is confident. Where Sonic is reckless, Tails is careful. There's so many other, smaller ways these brothers take care of each other. 💙💛

[number-one-shadisper-shipper]

Happy Wholesome Sonic and Tails Wednesday!

I actually got a fic finished for this! This is a Sonic and Nine fic since Prime has a tight hold on my brain right now, but that's still basically wholesome Sonic and Tails content, right ?

*cue Nine telling me he's his own person and not just another Tails*

Anyways!

Enjoy!

[detective-tails-prower1992]

Sonic: Well, Tails, have you deduced anything? Tails: Yes. Sonic: Yeah? Tails: I have deduced that you're annoying me. Sonic: Very funny. Tails: Sonic, I'm being serious. You're not helping. Sonic: come on! I'm plenty of help! Tails: Sonic, what's this? *Tails holds up a magnifying glass* Sonic: I don't know. a tennis racket? Tails: No. This is a magnifying glass. Sonic: Okay. I get the point,I'll find something else to do. Tails: Thank you. Also you're a dope. Sonic: No. YOU'RE the dope! Tails: At least I know what a magnifying glass is. Sonic: Keep talking like that and I'll make sure you won't be able to fly the tornado for a week. Tails: You have to find it first. Sonic: How are you so good at hiding my own plane from me? Tails: I have my ways.

[nortedwayfinder]

It's my birthday I can do what I want

And since it's also Tails' birthday I decided to put him in Fortnite.

I mostly do 2D stuff, but @/Schollidazed on Twitter provided Sonic Rush rigs for the public a bit ago and I thought they'd be perfect for this.

There were a couple of posts that inspired this too, most of all this one from @/RikardishoGafo on Twitter that is SO good. They made a concept sheet. It's amazing.

Another person who had this 'two brothers in a trenchcoat' idea was @suieel's top tier post here.

Anyway I've never played Fortnite how'd I do?

[ratrrriot]

Hand-me-downs 💙🌻

[lazorbeanz]

For the one shot being released on a Wednesday (for me) I’m happy we still got a decent amount of silly brothers :D

Cute bonus under teh cut teehee

:) :)

[dunkinbublin]

tails gets sick from over working and sonics gotta take care of him

[tornado1992]

Sonic and The Black Knight AU in which Sonic’s from that world, he’s an explorer of some sorts and he does technically live in Camelot with his brother Miles, but he spends most of his time traveling around and getting new stuff for his brother to weld and forge with.

One day while returning to Camelot and looking for minerals or cool rocks he finds a sword in a stone, great! New materials for his brother! he can surely make something better than this old blade or upgrade it.

He takes the sword out effortlessly. The sword can talk. Great(?

He brings the weapon to the town, people start to notice the obvious magical artifact and voice goes around about “the legend being fulfilled”.

Oh, that legend. Yeah, no.

He just wants to show his little brother a cool sword, not become ruler of a whole kingdom thank you very much, it doesn’t matter if he “fulfilled the sacred prophecy”, it’s just a rumor until he decides it isn’t. And he doesn’t want it to not be a rumor.

Rumors travel fast, but he is faster.

The talking sword started doubting if he was worthy of the throne after spending no more than an hour around him, not shutting up about how “you’re already running from your kingdom and you haven’t been crowned yet”. Good. Maybe he could convince the sword to tell the people he would make a terrible king if the disdain in its voice gave anything off.

They arrived at the blacksmith’s shop, his brother’s shop, he shush’s the sword down as his brother runs to hug him, instantly pulling away at the sight of the weapon, his twin tails happily wagging gentle circles behind him as he asks Caliburn (what a name) anything and everything that there is to know as a talking sword. Caliburn just asks him why does Sonic call him “Tails” (nice try of a joke mate).

The very rude sword being perplexed about how someone as “reckless and careless” as him has “such a brilliant child in his care”.

Well, not a pretty mineral or shiny rock, but a talking sword seems interesting enough to make his brother happily ramble almost all night long, taking karma in his name as he wears Caliburn’s ear(?) off as he did with him.

Well, he could tell the kid all about his latest adventure in the morning, right now he could focus on cooking his brother a new dinner dish with spices from his latest travel destiny. A small bedtime story (about the knight’s of the round table by Carliburn’s request) and a few ear scratches later and you got a snuggled sleeping fox kit ready for the night.

The sword stays near them, looking at every move Sonic made, as if analyzing him in confusion. What a rude weapon, he might not be good king material but he’s peak big brother material.

He might not have enough on him to give his brother a bigger workshop or expensive materials, but he will give him everything he has if it means keeping him happy, they may not live in a big castle or have fancy dinners every night, but he swore from the moment he met the fox that he would do everything in his power to keep him safe.

As long as his big bro was around, he would never go hungry again, he would never sleep outside again and no one would hurt him again. He won’t ever feel unloved again.

Sonic might not be able to give him the world, but he’ll give him everything else.

His little brother’s sleeping form slightly trembles in his tiny bed, curling himself in his small blanket, covering his body with his fluffy tails, (sometimes Sonic thinks he’s more “Tails than “Miles”, pun intended). it’s been kinda cold lately, their humble home not making much favors to keep them warm even with the forge still on, but he doesn’t think he’s trembling because of the cold.

It’s okay, he didn’t wanted to sleep in his makeshift bed today anyway, he’s been away from his brother for enough time and he doesn’t mind staying right beside him to fight the little fox’s nightmares away and sharing their warmth for comfort. He nuzzles beside him, the kit instinctively moving to hug him and hide his face on the crook of the hedgehog’s neck, gentle purring and soft humming filling the silence of the night.

The next morning Caliburn greets him loudly “Good morrow, king Sonic”

Hell.

He doesn’t know what could’ve changed Caliburn’s opinion on him from one moment to another, but now thanks to that he has knights kneeling before him, the royal wizard offering him their nation’s secrets, a talking sword lecturing him all day long about “a king’s duty and heart”, and the whole kingdom practically demanding him to rule.

It’s not a very tempting idea to say the least. Organizing diplomacy gatherings, hosting balls and knighting warriors is not really his thing, and hell, the kingdom wants it to be his thing.

He offers the throne to whoever wins a crusade? “the winner must defeat his majesty first”. He tries to put back the sword in the stone? “The sword chose you, my liege, it is your destiny”. He tries to show the high commands how bad of a kind he would be? “His majesty is such a humble king, even in all his might”.

So, so eager to make him king. They tried to drag him to the castle so he could “know his new home”. They offered him to make changes to royalty’s way to make it “enough of his way”. They showed him the perks of having power, “a king does as he pleases”.

But what could he really offer them as a king? He can fight bad guys and make allies for sure, but even if he wanted to, would that be enough?

He kinda regrets not spending enough time around the kingdom before, maybe if he did and the people actually knew him they wouldn’t be so insistent on him of all people being king, talking magical sword be damned.

His brother knows what’s going on, he keeps mostly quiet about it, not wanting to disturb the hedgehog with the subject when he actively is trying to avoid it, his only opinion about it being shown a few nights after his return to their home. He’s tucking the fox in for the night, Caliburn silently watching them from the other side of the room, a sleepy squeaky voice fading with a yawn in a last effort to reassure his big brother while he runs his finger’s trough the fox’s bangs.

“You could give this kingdom anything… you already gave the world to me”

That’s all it takes.

Alright, he’ll be their king, but he will not sit on a fancy chair all day, won’t have a personal army following him around and definitely won’t be educated in “proper royalty manners”, you want him to be the king? The king does as he pleases.

The high council or whatever can take care of the bureaucracy, alliances and all the boring stuff, they’ll have the control over most of the kingdom (just how they like it, right?)

His first decree? Right after his coronation, the only time he actually stays in the throne room longer than five minutes, he actually wears his crown, he’s bearing the sacred sword when he calls his brother to the center of the room “I dub thee Miles “Tails” Prower, the crown prince of Camelot”.

He’s the king now, it’s only logical for his little brother to be the prince, the crown prince, direct heir to the kingdom’s throne.

He’s the prince, and the prince can get whatever the hell he desires, so bring him all the minerals and heavy armory, and show him the secret library! Little bro needs stimulation and there’s only so much he can do with a blacksmith’s mediums. His room? Bigger than the king’s! His food? Get him all the neighbor kingdom’s candy if he asks for it! His education? Give him all the books known in the world, get him all the minerals and bring his workshop inside the castle!

What he had was enough for his little brother before, but it might not be enough for him just yet. Time to give him the world that he already promised him.

Prince Miles does have a nice ring to it.

[d0d0-b0i]

“you got a plan, little buddy?”

“i always do >:)”

[000marie198]

Though Tails is a pretty good cook himself and has tasted chef level meals made by both Amy and Vanilla, nothing could beat the taste of Sonic's chilidogs

Those are his favorite, the best ever in his opinion. No other recipes, world class restaurants, nothing could compare to those. He loves them.

How could he not? When he clearly remembers the amount of care and love Sonic used to place in making them, searching for the finest ingredients available even when they didn't have a home, handing him his possessions to look after while he'd be gone for the whole afternoon and return just before golden hour, proudly carrying the freshest sausages and tomatoes and chili and herbs and spices, soft buns he bought from who knows where while Tails knew for a fact Sonic didn't carry money. Did he run little errands for it? Traded his trinkets? Tails didn't know. But he knew his brother was gone for hours and he knew Sonic wasn't running around for the fun of it, his shoulders pulling with exhaustion but eyes shining with a glint of triumphant pride and hope.

He couldn't ever forget the times when they both washed the ripe produce in a nearby stream or spring, splashing at each other but taking care not to lose anything to the flowing water, couldn't forget when Sonic would set up the pot and a tantalizing aroma would spread in the air after a while. Tranquil silence broken by occasional stir of ladle and soothing bubbling of chili as it simmered, soft crackles and smell of carefully roasted sausages on a stick accompanying his growling tummy just before the crisp, steaming meat would be slid off the stick and onto the bread, a spoonful of chili spread over it. He couldn't forget the encouraging smile of his brother as he would hand him the first chilidog, nodding at it insistently, telling him to eat up. He couldn't forget the proud shine in his brother's eyes of a job well done, the smile that spoke volumes of care and endearment whenever Tails stole a glance while chewing on his meal.

It tasted delicious.

Perhaps he could learn to make them for Sonic too

[brainworms-all-night-long]

Happy wednesday birthday Tails, this one exist thanks to you @emerald-antssss :D

^that one post of mine saying acoustic guitar is Tails' comfort sound

[1,655 words]

———

He stared up at the stars. Normally the sight of them would bring comfort, a feeling of freedom, and remembrance of simpler times, but now he all but glared at them with tired eyes and annoyance in mind.

It's been days since he managed to keep his eyes closed for the whole night, or even once he did, he woke up for seemingly no reason.

Something was keeping Tails from resting properly which only made him more irritated, which, made it hard to fall asleep in the first place because his head would just not shut up and rest and instead tried to figure out what was bugging him so much.

It's not that he wasn't tired, far from it. That was the biggest problem, in fact.

If he's tired on his travels he risks dropping his guard which could get him hurt or worse. When he's not thinking clearly talking to other people is a hassle that could lead to a pointless misunderstanding or two, or again, something worse. But the absolute worst of all, when he's tired he's easily irritated by everything which makes sleeping in the first place a problem.

Eventually, he managed to narrow things down to some form of anxiety, but that brought him around to not knowing the source of that anxiety which is pretty much net-zero information.

He had plenty of food and water, shelter was suitable, forecast was clear and he wasn't that far away from civilization if he really got himself into trouble. The Tornado was still in perfect shape and Miles Electric along with his communicator functioned as they should. Nothing was broken, nothing was missing nothing dreadful was waiting for him tomorrow, there was nothing to be anxious about!

Well. Something was missing, or rather someone, but that was dumb. The whole purpose of going off on his own was to stop thinking about Sonic at every turn he ran into an issue with himself. This whole trip around the world was to show he can handle himself, that he's big and skilled enough, that he doesn't need to rely on anyone. And yet here he was, scared to sleep because his big brother wasn't with him.

It made no sense either, before this Sonic disappeared for months at a time doing his own thing, and he didn't feel anxiety then, why was his head actively sabotaging him now.

Tails groaned with all the might of an annoyed, tired, (almost) adolescent fox and sat up.

He glared at the end of his sleeping bag as if it personally wronged him.

Not that he was already at his wit's end but there was always an abundance of irrational thoughts after multiple allnighters (this time he didn't go through them willingly though, and there was no annoyingly dotting hedgehog who would usher him out of his workspace and to his bed.)

Tails pressed the bridge of his nose, as if that would help push the whiny thoughts away (it didn't), and he forced out another groan.

The least he could do was to check if Sonic was alive. Even if he knew for certain he was, the fox mused, perhaps that would be enough to at least mute the storm brewing in his gut for the past two weeks.

Grabbing his communicator, Tails opened the contacts, no need to scroll, the one he was looking for sat at the very top and doubled an emergency dial.

A quick check of Sonic's profile showed all his vitals active and, strangely calm. So the hedgehog was most likely napping somewhere.

Best not to disturb him then.

But to no one's surprise, seeing some colorful numbers next to the hedgehog's name did nothing to help.

He kept his eyes on the repeating heart rate graphic and yawned.

They made an agreement he would be called only in the case of a pressing world-ending issue, so he should be glad and happy his brother was mostly radio silent from his end.

Of course there was the weekly "Hey you still breathing?" message from each of his friends that Tails either replied to with a dry "yes" or a thumbs-up emoji.

And while Tails was glad Sonic was respecting his wishes, not having someone by him physically to tell him his self-deprecating thoughts are being stupid, he falls for them.

Sonic was just fine without him, and he should be too.

He's not a helpless child anymore– he's eleven for crying out loud, he should know better!

He should be able to fall asleep without issue while knowing a sudden gust of wind and a cheer signaling the return of his brother with a dozen chili dogs and nightly presence over a campfire they shared will not come.

Tails shouldn't need that anymore.

He shouldn't be lingering over the blue-coded contact the way he does.

Of course, it could all be blamed on his sleepiness, which in turn was the result of his childishness, which...

This time it was the communicator that recieved a glare.

It wasn't its fault really, it was fault of no one but himself.

He could wait until complete exhaustion got him of course, because one way or another his body will eventually force him to sleep. But the last thing he needed was to collapse in a less than ideal situation and put his life in danger.

Tails gave a shaky exhale, already regretting his choice yet to come as he pressed the dial-up.

Sonic always picks up on the second ring so if he doesn't, he'll just hang up and say it was an accident–

"Heya buddy! Everything all right?"

Nevermind then.

Tails cursed his weakened state of mind that caused him to falter this much, but there was nothing to be done about it now.

"H-hey." The fox croaked, way more strained than he wished to sound. The shift in Sonic's attitude was felt even despite the most likely continental gap between them.

"Yeah, I'm just..." he's just what? Sorry for being a failure and annoying Sonic after telling everyone to leave him be? Angry at himself for failing the only promise of being big enough to take care of himself? Exasperated over the fact his head just won't shut up "I'm sorry, I probably woke you up, I shouldn't have called-"

"No, I've been wide awake and doing nothing don't hang up!"

Sonic urged, worry spiking his tone in a way only Tails could discern. But the openness to just talking wouldn't be lost on anyone that has ever had a conversation.

"Where you at now big guy?"

Just off the communicator's mike he caught a strangely familiar, rhythmic tap of fingers against wood as they sat in silence because the little worm of possibility that Sonic was missing just a bit didn't allow him to talk.

Overplayed on top of that, was him finally recognizing the the sound Tails perked up.

"Are you, playing the guitar?"

Sonic gave a weak chuckle and equally quiet "Yeah." as if he was shy about getting caught over something so benign.

Tails opted to ignore the previous question since he didn't know properly either and focused on the guitar instead.

It's been, quite a while since Tails heard his brother play anything on it. After he received a stable roof over his head and their lives became far more complicated, there was less time and need for it at the end of the day.

Hearing Sonic play, and grow more skillful over the years, has always and without fail managed to soothe the fox, no matter the trouble or environment they faced prior.

But the hassle of having to carry around a whole ass instrument unsuited for those drastic environments that was pretty much as big as him wasn't lost on him. He can't deny Sonic obviously enjoyed playing the guitar, but he knows there's a lot of things the hedgehog did just for Tails' sake and nothing else.

Tails thought he stopped playing altogether after some time, but it seems he was wrong.

(He also thought he didn't need his big brother for comfort but he was gravely wrong about that as well.)

"Could you, could you play me something?" Tails asked so meekly he wanted to punch himself, he doubted it was possible to make himself more of a baby than he already was. He just wanted to sleep already.

Sonic's smile radiated at him even without a visual feed and a crunchy sound of rapidly plucked strings rang from the comunicator.

"Sure thing, got anything particular in mind?"

"Not really I just, I want to hear you play."

The "say no more." went unsaid as Sonic picked out a random melody and went with the flow.

That was until some parts gave Tails deja vu so strong he could swear he heard this song a thousand times already. No need to fight against it, he decided.

If anything, it did return him in time, to simpler times, when it was just him and Sonic and the campfire and the stars with a new day so far ahead he found himself not caring about what it might bring for the first time in his short life.

Even the communicator's less than suitable microphone didn't do the music any justice and picked up every third tone Sonic played, Tails didn't care. He knew this melody by heart, he realized, the gaps filled out by themselves.

It was less about wanting to hear music, than who was playing it. And well ok, maybe there wasn't anything bad about wanting to hear from his brother once in a blue moon.

Tails laid back down, closing his eyes.

Finally free from the unexplainable tension or the impending feeling of having needing to wake up again as soon as possible, It almost felt as if Sonic was right there by him, and he finally slept easy with that notion.

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

Brothers brothers brothers brothers brothers brothers brothers brothers brothers brothers brothers brothers brothers brothers brothers

LOOK AT THEIR DUMB FACES AKDNSKNCSMNCNSNX

[number-one-shadisper-shipper]

Inspired by SatAm

Adventures await!💛💙💛💙💛💙

[marinaiguess]

sometimes it's obvious who raised tails

[zero-is-nebulous]

Tadaaa!! Another commission for @gareaf !! (I did reblog the last com I did with this too since it's a prequel, so if you wanna peak the story,,, 👁👁)

Alt vers for readability and details under the cut ^^

[pollyannawog]

First hug vs. Post-Frontiers reunion