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0vergrowngraveyard · 2 months

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Tails is missing.

Those three words echoed in Amy's mind as she paced around the Restoration’s control room and to say she was stressed out was a huge understatement.

Not only was Tails one of her closest friends, his big brother didn’t know about it…

And said big brother would be here any second.

They had sent the fox on a simple solo mission. It was easy. Just check out a spot that had a signal where a signal shouldn’t be. He’d done it plenty of times with Sonic so there couldn’t have been any harm in sending him off alone, right?

Wrong. Somehow his comm went offline and his location just vanished. Vanished! Tails never took off his communicator and would make a huge fuss about whenever someone did! He almost glued the watch onto Knuckles’ wrist for crying out loud! Why would he suddenly take his off?

It didn’t make any sense. Tails was way too cautious of this situation to be happening at all.

It was entirely possible that he accidentally turned off his communicator, but the fact that it hadn’t responded for almost 30 minutes shed some doubt on that optimistic train of thought.

Luckily, they had his last known location, which was a few feet away from the point, and that’s why Sonic was on his way over. If anyone could get to that point fast enough, it was him.

Only problem is that Sonic didn’t even know about the kit’s solo mission. Amy didn’t think they had to tell him because Tails was growing into his own hero and, again, it was a simple mission that shouldn’t have even taken him an hour! But, of course, the one time Sonic isn’t involved in any missions that Tails has, it all goes horribly wrong and now she has to explain that to the blue hedgehog who was rapidly approaching her location.

The familiar sound of a dash and volunteers getting angry came from outside the room and her breath hitched.

Chaos, he was here way too soon.

“Hey Ames! Sorry I’m late! Saw a chilidog stand on the way and you know me! Just couldn’t resist.” Sure enough, there was a chilidog in his hand. He took a bite before continuing, “So, what d’you need? What's up?”

If Amy wasn’t sweating before, she sure was now. The way Sonic was staring at her was enough to make her start crying right there. His usual grin and friendly emerald eyes unknowingly stabbing daggers right through her.

It felt like she had betrayed him. His little brother was missing and it was partially her fault. She should’ve just gone with her gut and told him about everything.

She just knew that Tails was working really hard to grow out of Sonic’s shadow (or at least that’s how he phrased it) and she just thought that maybe he’d appreciate getting a solo mission! Show him that the Restoration didn’t just see him as Sonic’s sidekick, but as his own person!

How she wished she could turn back time and stop herself.

“Ames?”

She had been staring.

“Ah! I-I’m sorry, must’ve just spaced out for a second haha!” She laughed nervously leading him over to the computers.

“Ooooookay. So what’s this all about? You said something about checking up on someone?” He asked.

Her heart sank. She had to tell him, there was no dancing around it.

“Yeah… about that,” She anxiously tapped her thumbs together.

Sonic cocked a brow at her, a teasing grin appearing on his muzzle. “Yeah, about that.” The hand not holding the chilidog went to his hip as he leaned into it.

She inhaled sharply.

Just get it over with, he needs to know.

“The person you need to check on is Tails.”

Sonic just stared at her for a few seconds before chuckling a bit. It felt so out of place but he didn’t know that.

“I saw him yesterday. He’s at his workshop.” He took a bite of his food, “Y’know, you should really visit sometime! It’s been awhile!”

When he noticed that Amy wasn’t smiling or looking at all relieved, his grin faltered, “Ames, he’s fine, I’m serious! If you need proof, just check his location!” He brought up his wrist, “Look, I’ll even check it no—“

“Sonic, he’s not at his workshop.” She blurted out before he could check.

The blue hedgehog stared at her as he slowly lowered his wrist. His grin was completely gone, a confused stare taking its place.

“What are you talking about?” He asked.

Amy took a shaky breath, “Please…please don’t get mad…”

Now he looked worried. “What? Amy? I won’t, just tell me what’s going on? Where’s Tails?”

You could always tell when Sonic’s patented “Big Brother Mode” was activating. He just had a certain stare he gave you when you even hinted that his little brother may be in trouble. It was a look of worry, fear, and worst of all, anger.

An angry Sonic was a Sonic you didn’t want to mess with. Not much really made him mad, his chill personality was definitely not just a public opinion, but there were a few things in life that really set him off…

and something happening to his little brother was at the very top of that list.

“Sonic, I..” Her voice shook, “I don’t know.”

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Sonic had been having a great day. A fantastic day, even.

He had spent it checking out old spots he and Tails used to make camp at, making mental notes that they should spend the night at a few of these locations for old times sake. It could be a week-long camping trip for them! It had been some time since the two of them slept under the stars together!

Visiting these places made him nostalgic in ways he never knew he could feel. He missed the days when all he and his brother had were a backpack and a few heroic deeds to their name. When their biggest worries were Scratch and Grounder, not gods and wars.

Back when his little brother was the sweetest, most adorable little four year old to ever exist (that was a fact, not an opinion).

They were simpler times.

He was so excited to get back home and tell his brother all about his idea so imagine his surprise when he gets a call from the Restoration saying something about needing to check up on someone who wasn’t responding to any calls only to find out that person is supposedly Tails.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” He didn’t want to get mad right after he told Amy he wouldn’t, but the hedgehog had no idea how long he’d be able to keep his cool. “Just…just tell me what’s going on.”

Amy turned her gaze to the floor for a few beats, tears pricked her eyes. He started tapping his foot impatiently.

He really didn’t want to be mad at Amy. She was twelve years old and, while she wasn’t in charge of the Restoration anymore, she played a huge part in making sure it stayed afloat. She was already under a lot of stress and raising his voice would not help that.

She inhaled before speaking. “We sent him on a solo mission and his comm suddenly went offline.”

She must’ve seen the look on his face because words came flooding out of her mouth to attempt to explain.

“Sonic, I swear it was nothing dangerous. We just had him go check something out! A weird signal! That’s all!” She cried out. “He’d done it plenty of times before! I-I just thought this wouldn’t be any different! I-“

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He cut her off. His tone was harsh and he almost cringed at the way it made her wince. The only thing that stopped him was the fact that his worry for his little brother’s safety was strongly overpowering his worry about hurting his friend’s feelings.

It sucked, but he was a big brother first and foremost.

“Because I didn’t think it was a big deal! He's gone to check Chaos Emerald reading on his own, this wasn’t any different! He probably would’ve even been back by now!” The pink hedgehog reasoned, a few tears had slipped down her muzzle.

“Yea, ‘not very different’. Except it’s very different because it was an unknown signal! Not a Chaos Emerald reading! That signal could’ve been anything!” He didn’t mean to raise his voice but damn it, he was stressing out. “And even when he goes to look for Emerald readings on his own, I still know where he is in case of situations like these! I always know where he is because he’s eight years old, Amy! He shouldn’t even be looking for readings alone but he does anyway!”

He didn’t even realize he had thrown his free hand up, still holding onto the chilidog in the other, and walked a few steps away from her. His free hand was on his forehead as his mind flooded with all the scenarios his baby brother could be in right now. Images of Tails being scared and/or hurt and his screams of pain played over and over again.

Finally, he turned to look at Amy. For a lack of better words, she looked awful. Her quills were a mess and she looked seconds away from breaking down.

“How long?” He asked

“W-what?”

“How long has his communicator been offline?”

It took a few beats for her to finally respond. “Around 30 minutes ago…”

All Sonic could do was stare. The chilidog in his hand fell to the floor with a disgusting splat.

30 minutes. 30 whole minutes. Chaos knows what happened to his little brother and it took them 30 minutes to call him?! Why was he even told to come to the Restoration HQ? He should’ve been at his last known location by now figuring out what happened!

Oh Chaos what if it was too late. It had to be, right? Sure, 48 hours was usually the crucial time when it came to missing children, but in this line of work, even just 5 minutes alone could spell disaster, let alone 30!

“30 minutes…why didn’t you just send me the coordinates?! Why did you ask me to come here?!”

“I don’t know! I- I just panicked! This has never happened before and I didn’t know what to do!” She collapsed to her knees, tears streaming down her muzzle as she held her face in her hands.

He felt bad for yelling at her, he hated yelling at his younger friends, but self control was something that was in limited supply at the moment. He looked at the floor, his quills raised as if the knowledge of Tails possibly being in danger meant that the hedgehog was in danger as well.

His legs were itching to just get out of this damn room.

“I’m so sorry, Sonic…Tails could be hurt and it’s all my fault…I should’ve told you…I shouldn’t have even sent him alone…I’m so sorry…” She cried into her hands.

Sonic didn’t respond to her.

Instead, he looked around the room at all the Mobians who were staring at him in fear. None of them had ever seen the hero this upset before.

“Someone send me his last known coordinates.” He demanded. “Now.”

One of the volunteers at the computer quickly typed something into the device and clicked the mouse a few times. His own communicator in his wrist lit up with a notification.

A set of coordinates on the outskirts of White Park Zone.

With the location already memorized, he gave a nod to the Mobian at the computer who sent him a shaky thumbs up back.

He looked back down at Amy. He wanted to say something, wanted to say that it wasn’t her fault and that everything would be okay, but he couldn’t find his voice.

He ran out of the HQ, pushing himself to go faster and faster. He’d already wasted too much time talking.

‘Hang tight, keed. I’m on my way.’ He thought as the boom of a broken sound barrier shook the area around him.

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Somewhere far from White Park Zone, a little fox slowly opened his blue eyes. A headache pounding against his skull as he tried to make sense of the area around him through his concussion.

He didn’t remember much, only the feeling of something hard hitting the back of his head and blacking out. He remembered he was checking something out for Amy, it had been his first solo mission for the Restoration! Except that mission seemed to have gone wrong.

He just hoped his brother wasn’t mad at him.

#and then sonic ripped mobius apart dark gaia style #local 8 year old gets kidnapped. his first thought is ‘damn i hope sonic isn’t mad at me’#i’m sorry amy 😭#sorry if this is a weirdly written at all #it was a little rushed #just a tad #still debating if i want to turn this into a larger project #a lot of my ideas have been extremely dark so i might need someone to be my second opinion-#sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #miles tails prower #fic

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rain-over-the-city · 14 days

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I finally finished this piece of Rain and Swiss, it took me so long, i hope you guys like it :3

I think I might drop something sleep token related next, it all depends on what my hands decide 😔

#:3 #rain ghoul #the band ghost #swiss ghoul #ghost band #ghost band fanart #unmasked ghouls #pretty boys #they are gay your honor #just a tad #i still dont know how to tag

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fizzlo-and-the-cubes · 3 months

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alr to help with the Great QSMP Content Drought of 2024 im gonna empty all the death family headcanons in my brain onto this tumblr dot com post

all these are cubitos unless stated otherwise btw i just didnt want to go through and indicate every name lmao

(also to my qpr deathduo homies (luv yas) I'm a bit of a romantic pissa truther so be warned about that)(but i also suck at writing romance so it's pretty subtle also most of these are about chayanne)

remember last year when Chayanne was almost always asleep because the admin was too busy? i think that his ties to death pulled his conscious into Kristin's domain whenever he slept, so he just spent his time chilling over there (i simply choose to ignore the fact that she isn't canon)

Tallulah can clearly see and hear spirits, all her brother can see are blurry figures and the occasional whisper

Chay's wings started growing feathers very early on, Phil had to pretend he had no idea where they came from whilst also assuring a heavily sobbing Missa that he didn't cheat on him

no one has known fear like a fed worker that tried to touch Chayanne's wings in the early days and almost lost their hands to a newly-grounded crow

unrelated to that Philza Minecraft puts the 'death' in 'death-glare'

Chayanne's first attempts of jumping off the wall on day one were baby-crow instincts but after that he was just doing it for his dads' reactions

Chayanne knows the blade, but he knows strategy far better - both draw blood in the end, regardless

Juanaflippa was the best at swimming, then Leonarda, then Chayanne

when they learn to fly, Chayanne is the best, then Tallulah, then Pomme

Leonarda wonders why bother flying when she has a cloud to do it for her

Chayanne wants to fly just as much as Tallulah, but she's more vocal about it since her brain is experiencing crow instincts for the first time

Phil taught Pomme how to aim

Phil has dreamed about his kids in his hardcore world more than once

Richarlyson was the one who cut Tallulah's hair short (THANK GOD HE DIDN'T LEARN FROM MIKE)

Tallulah often put flowers in her hair when it was longer, so she sneaks some into everyone else's now that its short

Chayanne can summon his mask over his face (like the Visoreds from Bleach. this is because i like Bleach and will put as many references as i want)

Phil acts more short-tempered than before, and the roses have started to wilt

upon arriving on a reset island, Phil finds Missa hanging off of a rose branch

i hc Missa's face to be similar to bad's since they're both reapers (so a black void with two white eyes and nothing else) but instead of horns Missa has flowy, almost mist-like hair that fades to cyan at the ends

Phil saw it for the first time at the prison when Missa's mask and hood slipped off in his sleep (entirely Chayanne's fault) and was completely normal about it end definitely went back to sleep and didn't stay up staring between Missa's hair and the ceiling.

upon stealing a kiss from Missa, Quackity had to sit down for a few minutes because he couldn't comprehend the texture of Missa's face

Phil was fine tho. he's kissed death plenty of times

#qsmp #pissa #just a tad #qsmp philza #qsmp chayanne #qsmp tallulah #qsmp missa #qsmp death family #can you tell i like the bird instincts bird man #can you tell why my favourite egg is

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bananakeiky · 5 months

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happy birthday to my handsome wolfboy!!!

instagram | carrd

#wriothesley #genshin impact #genshin #wriolette #just a tad #for me #wolfsley forever

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shrimpyfellow · 3 months

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Human Mr b doodle. thats it :3

More like Mr boykisser am I right guys

I’m sorry

#clone high #clone high mr b #mr butlertron #clone high fanart #doodles #fanart #art #a bit of scudlertron #just a tad #just a smidge

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ladykailolu · 7 months

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I'm just sayin, bro

If I was poisoned and put in a coma for 5 years and after waking up from that coma I learned that the love of my life has been dead for 2 years, I'm blind, my hair turned white now I've got body image dysmorphia, I missed five years of my life including my 30th birthday, my life is ruined, and I've got all these other health issues, I'd go a little bit bonkers too.

#prosecutor godot #just a tad #ace attorney godot #godot ace attorney #godot #diego armando #ace attorney

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acepalindrome · 6 months

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Thinking about a young Izzy who loved to sing, but there’s no place for singing when you’re a cabin boy trying to survive on a pirate ship. Sea shanties might be alright, maybe, but not the beautiful love songs he learned at his mother’s knee. This isn’t a place for softness, for tenderness. So he stuffed that part of himself down. Learns to be harder and meaner.

And then he meets young Ed Teach, who’s grown up learning that he’s not the kind of person who can have silk and fine things, running away after killing his father. He’s learned to be hard and mean too. And they click. They work well together. But they just keep encouraging the other to shove down the soft parts of themselves, because how else can you keep yourself safe out here? If Ed sometimes looks longingly at a beautiful fabric, if he wakes up crying from the nightmare about his dad, if Izzy gets caught humming so very quietly while he works, if he gets a little misty when someone’s playing a sad old love song at the bar…they’ll both pretend not to notice. No place for that here, for men like them.

And so it goes, for years and years. The partnership turns into love that neither of them can voice, can’t express beyond an occasional tumble in the sheets, beyond Izzy’s devotion and Ed doing whatever he has to so his first mate doesn’t leave. It’s not happiness, but neither of them can let it go. And there are no fine fabrics or love songs on the Queen Anne’s Revenge.

Then Stede Bonnet happens, and everything gets turned on it’s head. This absurd, ridiculous man is embracing all the soft, tender things they denied themselves all their lives. And Ed starts to realize that maybe he can have these things too.

But not Izzy. He sees this fool with his books and marmalade and fancy clothes, who’s just bizarre enough to capture Ed’s attention. It won’t last. This still just be another of Edward’s little flights of fancy. It’ll be over soon.

Except it doesn’t end. Except Ed just keeps getting softer, more vulnerable. He’s throwing away the safety of being the most terrifying pirate on the seas, and for what? An idiot rich man playing at being pirates?

Ed’s wrong, of course. He’s getting too swept up in this little fantasy. So it falls to Izzy to end it, for both their sakes.

And he fails. So he tries again, more desperate the ever, seeing the man he’s loved for decades slipping away. And he fails again, but Bonnet ends up leaving anyway. The problem has solved itself, and things can finally go back to normal.

But everything is changed. Ed is wrapped up in silks, eating marmalade, singing. It’s a slap in the face to Izzy, and he snaps worse than he has in years.

And everything goes wrong.

By the time the storm breaks and the nightmare ends, Izzy has lost a leg and the man he loved for most of his life. He’s broken. He’s weak. He’s cried in front of the whole fucking crew, for fucks sake. He can’t do his job anymore, so what good is he? He’s going to die alone. That’s how this goes.

And instead, the crew gives him a new leg. They took the time to paint it gold. They wrote him a note, called him their new unicorn. It’s a lot of soft, fanciful nonsense that would has no place on a proper pirate ship, and it makes Izzy cry.

Maybe it’s alright for him to be soft too.

He starts to open up, bit by bit. He lets people care for him. He lets himself indulge in the tender things he denied himself all his life, and instead of being met with scorn and mockery, he’s supported and encouraged.

Until, after so many years, he allows himself to sing one of the beautiful love songs he’s always adored for the whole crew, his family, to hear.

#ofmd #ofmd s2 spoilers #izzy hands #internalized ableism #just a tad #not quite a fic and not headcanon #a secret third thing (me rambling while at work)

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cuttyflammm · 3 months

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some sketches I’ve done over the past week while waiting for the sweet release of tha eepy times (i have yet to be released)

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic #shadow the hedgehog #shadow the ultimate lifeform #maria robotnik #gotf #ghosts of the future #sonic x shadow generations #I’ve got a crumb of gotf brainrot #just a tad #Also THE NEW GAME LOOKS SO GOOD #but like #why call it that?#help??#ALSO ALSO the logo for sonic 3!!!#it looks. SO COOL.

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dragonairice · 8 months

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More of these sillies <3

#Doodle Dilemma #tgamm #The Ghost and Molly McGee #Scratch McGee #Molly McGee #Ollie Chen #Libbie Stein Torres #tgamm Mollie #just a tad #they're sweet <3

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bananana2217 · 4 months

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HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

#genshin impact #genshin impact fanart #furina #furina fanart #my art #digital art #illustration #artists on tumblr #原神 #she drivws me a little insane #just a tad #i had to go lie down after the aq

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crystalmagpie447 · 4 months

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uuhm

idk what to title these 💥

OHWELL

little tiny drabble based on this comment by @thesunnysidebrat21

uuhm i dont write often so goeasy💥💥💥💥💥😭😭😭 (itsalso very short💥💥💥)

“What are you doing?” Moon hisses lowly. You nervously pull back your hand from his wing, “uhm.. Just- Petting? Your wing?? I guess”. Your words rise at the ends, like a question, “Is that okay?”. Moon says nothing in reply and looks away from you. Just when you are about to get up to escape this awkward moment you've created, he wordlessly extends his wing in front of you. You look at him, confused, but his head is turned away, propped up by his hand on his knee. You press your hands into the feathers, missing how his shoulders tense up.

Running your fingers along the material, you notice the soft difference in coloration, the patterns of swirls and stars just barely visible in the sea of dark blue. You wouldn't have noticed these details in the dark unless you were close enough. You barely hold back the urge to smoosh your face into the feathers. Smiling at yourself from the thought, you continue dragging your hands over the thick feathers and the word “fluffy” comes to mind. You trace the patterns, including the bright blue and flecks of gold on the ends, trying to commit each curve and line to memory.

Wait a minute. Why were you doing this?

Maybe he took your pause as a sign that you were done, or his tolerance of your indulgence finally ran out, But Moon abruptly tucks his wing close and stands up. He walks away, grumbling, towards a bucket and mop nearby, while you sit in the same spot, dumbfounded. He drags the bucket and mop over and, deadpanning while looking you in the eyes, drops both items in front of you. “Clean up.” He gets out, voice box crackling as if speaking behind gritting teeth. Looking from the items, and back up at him, you open your mouth, beginning to speak before Moon’s wings spread open, and he snaps up into the air, smoothly gliding into the room above the daycare. “WH- Hey!!??” You call after him, chasing him until you reach the base of the ballpit. Your brow furrows as you remember sun’s words from earlier that day . Even though its literally your job, something irks you about being ordered around by them “Isn't this your damn daycare??” You yell in the direction of the room “If you can handle everything on your own, then clearly you don't need me around right!??”.You hear a quiet “Language.” bounce off the walls coming from moon. You huff out an angry breath of air before walking back over and snatching the broom to start cleaning.

Moon barely makes it to the back corner of the room before sitting down, pulling his legs up to his chest and folding his wings around him. He holds his faceplate in his hands, rubbing his fingers over the line of his nose and underneath his eyes.

It feels warm. Everything feels warm. The room is too hot and his processors are working overtime to understand what is happening.

Just what are you doing to him?

cough

yea idk💥💥

you can in fact pet his wings 👍👍

#Hes just a little touch starved #Just a tad #Winged dca au #Writing #dont mind me #Im now realizing i shoulda posted the sun one first 🧍‍♂️#Ill have to write it tho 🚶‍♂️#Dca fandom #moon x reader

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