If your taking requests, I liked to see your sonic and tails if they were closer to their actual animal size difference.
January 9 2024
Doodle Request #5!
You have no idea what you've done. This doodle request has made me spiral into making my own self indulgent au.
I've never more times in my life used 'cause I want to' as an excuse for something. This entire au is just self indulgent fluff. At first, I looked at the request and went 'oh, they probably don't realize how small hedgehogs are or how big baby foxes are.' and then I was like 'okay, but Mobian'. AND THEN I was like 'okay, but it'd be funny if Sonic was like- almost an adult in this drawing.' and it just spiraled into this. I want to make so many more doodles of this au FUCK.
So everything isn't set in stone yet, aside form their ages I think.
Amy is 19, she's studying to become a teacher. She works at a daycare.
Sonic is 22, he picks up odd jobs where ever he travels in his van.
Tails is 8, he also picks up odd jobs, but more mechanically centered ones (and way less jobs because Sonic will not allow the kit to overwork himself).
Knuckles is 23, he guards the Master Emerald still, but he also is a pro at arts and crafts (mostly pottery).
I know I wrote 'plane' in the doodles (if you can even read them, my handwriting is a nightmare there), but I was originally thinking van that Tails later modifies into a plane-van combo.
Do they have powers? Yes. Because I want them to. Are there magical gemstones? Yes. Because I want there to. Is Eggman trying to take over the world? Eh, I don't think so. I like chill vibes, plus how is Sonic gonna beat up a Motobug if he isn't even as tall as the tire? Why are they wearing clothes? Because I want them to! Why is everyone but Tails aged up? BECAUSE I WANT THEM TO (and it's funny to me).
Sonic and Tails live in a van (that he stole) and travel around. Sure, Sonic has super speed (he's not afraid of showing it off), but he just likes driving (he had to diy an entire system just so he could drive). Plus, it's fortunate that he stole that van, because carrying around supplies needed for a toddler already twice your size when you met them is definitely not light.
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My audience is God, because who the hell else could understand me? Who else has been dead twice?
Or: In July, we turn sorrow to joy. Happy Birthday beloved @saecookie 🩷
sources, in more or less correct order:
poetry&prose quotes: Title from Margaret Atwood - Half-hanged Mary // Andrea Gibson -The Madness Vase // X // Richard Siken // Catherynne M. Valente - Deathless // sae's tags on an amyXrory post // Erin Hunter - The First Battle // Friedrich Nietzsche // Haruki Murakami - Dance Dance Dance // X // Rafael Alberti - Paradise Lost // Star Wars Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back // Franz Wright - East Boston, 1996; Night Walk // Richard Siken // last quote unknown, i keep getting bible results
Doctor Who transcripts from episodes: 2x9 The Satan Pit // 1x13 The Parting of the Ways // 6x13 The Wedding of River Song // 4x9 Forest of the Dead // Christmas Special: The Husbands of River Song // 8x1 Deep Breath // 7x13 The Name of the Doctor // 50th Anniversary Special: The Day of the Doctor // 6x7 A Good Man Goes to War // 1x2 The End of the World // 11x1 The Woman Who Fell to Earth // 60th Anniversary Special: Wild Blue Yonder // 11x9 It Takes You Away // 60th Anniversary Special: The Giggle // Christmas Special: Twice Upon A Time // 50th Anniversary Special: The Time of the Doctor // 9x12 Hell Bent
all pictures taken from pinterest and from my screenshots.
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Missa stirred from his sleep slowly. He wasn’t sure what had woken him up, exactly, but the world felt… strange. The air hung flat and oddly empty in his ears. He didn’t like it.
He blinked and opened his eyes. He was in Rose’s sanctuary. He grinned softly; he hadn’t thought to ever see it again. Phil must have dragged him here in his sleep, as he had so many times before. Missa turned to the side to greet him and stopped short, his blood going cold.
Philza was dead.
Or, not quite dead, exactly, but very close to it. He was barely breathing and his skin, when Missa reaches out to feel his pulse, is cold. “No,” Missa breathes. “Chayanne?” He calls out desperately, turning to the bed where his son lays. There’s no movement, but that doesn’t mean anything. Chayanne’s a deep sleeper, he’s always been that way, it doesn’t mean-
It can’t mean-
“Chayanne,” he hisses, shaking the egg. “Chayanne, por favor, please-“
There’s no response. Frantic now, Missa scrambles over to his daughter. “Talullah, mi hija, wake up, get up! Talullah! Wake up!!”
“I don’t think they can,” a voice says quietly behind him. Missa whirls around to see the shimmering image of a woman with long dark hair watching him. “But-why?” The woman shrugs. “I don’t know. I can barely reach them, even here where I’m strongest.”
Missa blinks. “So… so they’re-dead?” The woman regards him sadly. “Yes. You need to let this happen, Missa. It’s the only way to reach them.”
“What do you mean? Reach them?” The woman cocks an eyebrow at him. “You are a reaper, aren’t you? Surely you understand how this works. I’m limited in my power here, but with you…”
Missa’s eyes widen. “Oh. Oh. Yes, yes, I understand.” He hesitates. “It’s… it’s been a while, since I’ve…” The woman smiles. “Yes. That’s why I’m here, to help you. I’m Rose.”
“Ooh…. So you’re Rose? Phil’s told me about you.” Rose laughs. “So I’ve heard. I’ll have to tease him later.” She holds out a transparent hand. “Shall we?”
Later-much later-Phil blinks open his eyes. He feels light, weightless, and the aches that have wracked his body have eased. He sits up and shakes a few stray leaves from his hair. “Chayanne?” He asks and coughs to clear his throat. “Lullah?”
“They’re here,” Missa’s voice sounds from behind him. “They’re just resting with Rose.” Phil turns to stare at Missa. “With Rose? She’s here?” Missa nods. “They’re just waiting on you.”
“Waiting on me for what?” Phil asks as he lets Missa pull him to his feet. “To move on,” Missa replies.
“To-oh,” Phil says quietly. “So… so we’re not waking up, then.” Missa shakes his head. “Not here; not exactly. Rose says she’s got bodies prepared for you somewhere else. I’m just here to lead your souls.”
Phil frowns. “Lead our souls… back to my old world, I imagine, or something like it. And you’ll go with us, right?” Missa stares at him. “I will?” Phil rolls his eyes. “Yes, dumbass. You’re part of our family now, you aren’t leaving. You don’t have a choice.”
“Oh. Uh-“
“Just shut up and let it happen, Missa,” Phil laughs. “You aren’t letting go of us that easy. I’m not about to let my Missa be homeless again.” Missa’s eyes are wide as he mouths the phrase ‘my Missa.’
Phil tugs on Missa’s hand and starts leading him down to the distant shapes of Rose, Lullah, and Chayanne. “Come on; let’s go home. We’ll have time to talk about it later.”
Home. It sounds nice; Missa’s never had one before, at least not one he remembers. He can’t wait to finally build one with the people he loves.
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Blake: Oh I just LOVE reading murder mysteries.
Yang, trying to impress her: I've been a suspect in at least 4 murder cases...
Blake: ... Uh...
Yang: Ok, fine, maybe just once...
Blake, slightly confused: ... Hhhuh...
Yang: ... In Fortnite...
Blake, nearly busting out laughing: Wait, WHAT??
Weiss: Wait, how do you become a murder suspect in FORTNITE??
Ruby: Don't ask...
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