#they're minor but definitely there

[meimeimeirin]

uve seen muzzle wrio, i give you this

salivating..... i mean what. i mean.

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

🎵 Whoooo wants a nice little short 'n sweet post-Prime one shot with Sonic and Tails and some angst and also fluff and cuddles and nightmares and sadness and cuteness and the implementing of that one headcanon from the post I made about Sonic getting more cuddly and clingy when he's hurt or upset??? 🎵

Sonic Prime - Healing Hugs

Something had happened in the cave with Sonic. Tails was absolutely certain of it.

At first, it had just been pleasant changes, pleasant surprises. Sonic had suddenly switched to being a 100% team player, had started paying attention to each and every thing Tails instructed, and seemingly communicated with Shadow just as the Ultimate Lifeform arrived out of nowhere to Chaos Control the Paradox Prism to who-knows-where.

Then there had been the more weird changes.

Every time Tails opened his mouth, Sonic would drop everything to listen to every word with laser focus, even if it was about something as simple as what he was going to get for dinner or some cool comics he'd read. He was giving a lot more hugs, too, far more than usual. Sonic used to be a lot more selective about physical affection, but now, Tails couldn't seem to get through 30 minutes of a day without his older brother scooping him up in an embrace, however brief. Not that he was complaining, it was nice.

He kept catching the hedgehog lying around in the grass, fingering the green leaves with utter delight in his eyes. Once he found him on the beach, sitting in a palm tree and singing some kind of pirate-y sounding song. Another time he found him wandering slowly around the woods nearby, talking to the flickies about how pretty the trees were.

Something was off, but Tails couldn't put his finger on it. From his perspective, he hadn't seen anything out of the ordinary happen during the battle in the cave, but Sonic's change in behavior made it painfully obvious something had.

Especially when the more negative changes started manifesting.

Not negative in a sense that Sonic was doing anything wrong. But he seemed . . . a little rattled. Some of his hugs were far more than just quick side squeezes. Sometimes he'd stare at Tails with an oddly pensive, faraway look in his eyes.

In bed, one night about a week after the cave incident, Tails found himself tossing and turning. These thoughts were driving him up the wall with how often they'd been occupying his mind lately.

He wanted so badly to sit down with Sonic and ask him what happened. He knew something had happened. But whether Sonic was willing to talk about it was another question entirely. He knew something was different, but he also knew his brother. Sonic didn't like uncomfortable conversations. If he felt unsafe, he would run.

Tails knew better than to confront him with questions that Sonic would likely not want to answer. If he'd wanted to tell Tails what was going on, what was different, he probably would've told him already.

With an exhausted sigh, Tails gave up trying to sleep and sat up in bed, casting a quick glance at the digital clock on his nightstand.

3:47 a.m.

Great. Even when I'm not working on a project, I STILL end up sleep-deprived. He smirked. At least Sonic can't get ticked at me this time, it's not my fault.

Speaking of the Blue Devil, he was right down the hall. Conked out on the couch, where he often slept. In fact, he'd been sleeping there every night for the past week.

Since he couldn't sleep, anyway, Tails slipped out of bed and crept down the hall, having memorized which boards creaked and which ones didn't. He half-hoped Sonic was awake so he'd have someone to talk to, but as he emerged into the living room, he saw his brother sound asleep, half-curled on his side.

Tails blinked and looked closer.

Sonic was asleep, but . . . he was also clinging extra tightly to his pillow. And he looked . . . incredibly stressed.

Was he having a bad dream?

Tails took a couple steps towards the couch until he stood right beside it. In past experiences where he'd found his brother having a nightmare, talking it out rarely helped. Sometimes even waking him up didn't help, either. He usually just wound up disoriented and panicking, and sometimes even ran off to deal with his feelings alone out in the wilderness.

Tails really didn't want him to leave. He also didn't want him to be alone.

He reached out and ever so gently placed his hand over Sonic's clenched fist, both ungloved.

One thing he had discovered about his brother during hard times like this was that he became more clingy. On the rare occasion he was visibly upset, he'd sometimes come up and just hug Tails without a word. When he was sick or injured somehow (and actually allowing himself to be taken care of), he tended to snuggle more. If he was in enough pain, he'd hold onto Tails as tightly as he could. Sometimes he'd do the same with their other friends, but Tails was always his go-to.

Not that it happened very often. Tails only knew these things because he'd known Sonic for most of his life. Sonic had raised him. He'd seen more of Sonic than anyone else had.

Now, he rubbed a finger over his brother's fist for a moment, then very carefully tugged the pillow out of Sonic's unconscious grasp. He set it softly on the floor, then carefully clambered onto the couch next to him, lay down, and hugged him tightly.

Without waking up, Sonic wrapped his arms around him in return and held him close, burying his face between Tails's ears with a barely audible whimper.

Tails could feel his brother's heartbeat racing, so he snuggled in closer and softly began to purr.

And, with time, he felt Sonic start to calm down.

A couple minutes went by, and his heart rate slowed down just a bit. The tension coiled throughout his entire body started to unwind, and his spiked-up quills lowered slightly in a more relaxed position. His ears were still kinda droopy, but he seemed a lot more restful than he had a few minutes ago.

Tails smiled, still bundled up tightly against Sonic. And his smile only grew wider when he felt his brother start purring, too.

There was something infinitely comforting about being held, about snuggling with his brother, the person who loved him to the moon and back. The person he loved in exactly the same way. For those moments, the very problems that had been keeping Tails awake half an hour earlier seemed to fade. He was here, Sonic was here, no words were spoken or needed, and they would be okay.

Tails slept soundly for the rest of the night.

-

The sound of flickies singing from the treetops woke Sonic the next day. He blinked blearily as his eyes came into focus, and he realized that Tails had joined him sometime during the night.

Once upon a time, waking up to find him right there had made him jump. It didn't anymore.

He smiled, carefully adjusting one hand so he could stroke his little brother's bangs and give him a tiny scratch behind one ear. Tails mumbled something unintelligible in his sleep, and snuggled closer in Sonic's chest.

He grinned wider. Tails hadn't been snuggly to this level in a while. Granted, he'd always been the more snuggly one of the two of them, but still. It kind of reminded Sonic of the first couple years he'd been taking care of Tails, when the kit was between 3 and 4 years old.

His smile faded a little as he thought of Nine at that age, still alone, still being bullied and hurt, with no one to save him and show him the love and care he deserved.

He could only hope that the other Shatterverse variants were showing him such kindness now. The thought that he would never get to see him again made his heart ache in a way he couldn't quell.

Sonic studied Tails's sleeping face, noting the intense similarities and differences between him and Nine. He wondered whether Nine had always existed even before the Shatter event, as a part of his little brother that Tails would never bring to light. Was it the same with Mangey and Sails?

A tiny snort escaped him against his will as he thought about whether Mangey's existence was an implication that a part of Tails just wanted to go a little feral. Sometimes he couldn't blame him.

His suppressed laugh had Tails stirring, blinking open his big blue eyes. He looked back at Sonic, grinning sleepily. "G'morning."

Sonic ruffled his bangs again, smiling as Tails giggled. "G'morning, little buddy."

Stop calling me that!

He froze at the memory of Nine's angry shout, and Tails clearly saw it.

"Are you okay?" he asked with a gentle, inquiring frown, slowly sitting up.

Sonic sighed as he sat up as well, leaning back to stretch, then pulled his little brother close again. "I've got a story for you, bud," he admitted, deciding it was about time to open up about what had really happened in the cave.

Tails gazed up at him with surprise, but then smiled and nodded.

"I'm listening," he replied quietly.

AO3 version

Did I come up with this while hugging a giant pillow during my nap earlier today? Maybe :3

I also maybe just really wanted to implement that headcanon somewhere teehee

[uncanny-tranny]

Look, politics are complex and nuanced, but if your view is simply that The Bad Guys should be dehumanized, I don't want you in my spaces. Quite literally, this line of thinking is reductive at best

[peliginspeaks]

Sick in bed so I am thinking about Hallowrove and her relationship to poisons, as one does. Specifically what going through BaL did to it, turning a curiosity and a bit of rashness into something more like a nervous compulsion to keep ahead of a possible threat that quickly faded into improbability.

(mild TW for unhealthy habits/self harming behaviours)

Hallowrove is not, as a rule, a paranoid or preparatory sort of person. For most situations, monster hunting or otherwise, their strategy is more reacting quickly to threats and thinking creatively in the moment, rather than preparing for possibilities before they happen. Poison, however, is not a thing you can just react to. You can't fight it like a combatant. You can't run from it like a rockfall. You can't outwit it like a monster. You can only endure, and wait. Perhaps you'll die. Perhaps you won't. The outcome was decided from the minute it poured into your veins.

So, of course Hallowrove hates that. Of course when the nuns of Hunter's Keep came after him with poison, when he realized that everything he touched and ate and drank was fair game and he might never get the chance to react, what once was a passing curiosity and an occasional game between him and Scaleflats at parties turned into dosing himself regularly, to build enough tolerance to push the inevitable into being less so. Being slightly ill and slightly weakened - even then in the thick of it - was preferable to having no tolerance and ending at the mercy of a hit he couldn't dodge, so it became almost comforting, downing the latest concoction and knowing that no matter how much pain it put him through it would still be slightly less than the time before. It felt like having a cushion to the fall, for a person whose life was strung on the high wire between the horror that hunted him and the horror that was trying to train him to defeat it. It felt like an extra card kept up his sleeve, a way to react instead of feel the fear.

And then the nuns were gone. The Vake was dead. No more reason for the poison, right? She could go back to curiosity, back to tiny swigs of unknown things just to see what they do, back to batting back and forth false slights with a friend...except for maybe whoever the Masters might hire to silence her about the victory. That could still happen. And there was always the monsters, with the venoms they carried, and those weren't the same as the poison she drank but it had to help a little bit, surely? And, well, perhaps she just likes the taste of amanitas and would like to be able to eat them with no consequence, and what if she has some other enemy she doesn't know about, and there was always that feeling that never quite went away, of a safety net, of some faint power and security that once grasped felt like danger itself just to let slip from her hand again. It wasn't...illogical, surely. There could always be more reasons. It was just better to be cautious, is all. To not overthink it too much. To just...down the vial and feel worse, to feel better when she got up again.

It's not a thing they think much about, anymore. It's been two or three years since the Vake, and they'll miss a dose sometimes, and feel safe enough to have no real need to make up for it. But they'll still throw out the cream if the bottle seems moved a little to the left from where they last put it, and they can't remember why, and their "curiosity" these days never quite seems to be satisfied enough.

[keeps-ache]

blood of the covenant

[kingkat12]

currently craving a roadtrip with Roman Godfrey where we're bickering about the music on the stereo

[ace-s-fave-miraculous-stuff]

You know what I find really dumb? The fact that they chose the names Amelie and Emelie which are french names that look and sound almost identical, when these women are not French.

They're British. Literally born British nobility. Why do they have basically identical french names, that are literally a single letter off.

Especially when the anglicized versions of their names are pretty different.

Emelie is a french variation on Emily, while Amelie is a french variation of Amelia.

So considering that these women are British and not French, why are they called Emelie and Amelie, and not Emily and Amelia?

Like it has to be difficult to differentiate the names being said for people who are hard of hearing, or just people who have to use subtitles.

Considering the names also look almost identical.

It'd be one thing if they were French, I'd think it's dumb that their parents gave them near identical names, but at least the names being french variations of the names would make some level of sense.

But they're not French, they're British, and Amelia and Emily would make way more sense to be their names than Amelie and Emelie.

So honestly if I ever write fic where they pop up or are mentioned, I'll most likely be calling Adrien's mom Emily, and Felix's mom Amelia. Because my mildly dyslexic, fully ADHD having, ass cannot be writing (and proof reading) Emelie and Amelie over and over again.

Like they might still have the same name meaning, but at least I can visually distinguish who the hell I'm supposed to be referring to without feeling the need to put something like [Adiren's Mom] every time I type it.

[angelsaxis]

i think the way "minor" is applied is too broad in some circumstances bc its absolutely some shit i would forgive in a ten or eleven year old that i wouldn't forgive as easily from a 17 year old, but the way people talk about minors on sm has you thinking that you don't have any reasoning or responsibility at all until you're 18 on the dot? or they conflate the relative innocence of like a twelve year old with a much older teen, so you have people genuinely getting upset that a 17 year old made a dick joke online.

[queerofthedagger]

finally finished the main editing round of this 30k fic and turns out now it's only 23k words long which like. i love deleting shit when editing, truly, but that's 7k words. can we not try and be concise the first time around like girl pls

[bambiraptorx]

Huginn and Muninn hanging out with Donnie because it's a thing in my fic

I decided to mess around with how I do colors for this one. I also tried doing a fancy background but I don't quite like how it turned out, so I also did a plain one.

[spaghett-onaplate]

teehee i now have a very very wonderful photo

[supahstarrr]

"whitemisia" are you fucking stupid.

[gammija]

i keep constructing elaborate political speeches in my mind. as if somehow if i could just talk to pvv-voters compellingly enough, explain to all of em why this is moronic on every level, they'd all suddenly find out that they're actually leftists at heart who just heard a few facts wrong

[glass-oranges]

Get real!!!!

[thehealingsystem]

Imagine supporting “bi lesbians” and shit at ur grown ass age, you should know better than to support people with contradicting labels but I guess people nowadays are fucking braindead🤷

ableist + go fuck yourself

[solradguy]

transphobes suddenly think they become loremastersTM when they have opinions on bridget because they parrot some misconstrued lore but when you ask them how do you block an overhead they’re like i don’t really interact with the community so i don’t know the language :/

No way are people STILL arguing that Bridget isn't trans MONTHS after Daisuke Ishiwatari himself wrote bilingual (trilingual..? do they post the devlogs in Korean..?) statements in clear as hell writing about how she's a trans woman??? Seriously???????

I remember when she was first released and suddenly everyone was N1 turbo master level at Japanese language and culture too lol

"Well Ackshually the 9th reading on this kanji that I looked up just now on Jisho that only shows up in Arcade Ending B in one line invalidates ur point" <- only knows the の hiragana because of memes