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[mxmorel]

happy 21st birthday (2 days belated), Ginny!

@dakt37 i love your cat, i saw your post about her birthday and immediately HAD to paint her. please give her scritches from me 💖

[mama-qwerty]

The Curious Case of Miles Prower

Okay, so because I should be working on the next chapter of Fall of the Status Quo, or the next part of my Eclipse intro story, I instead wrote this. Because I can’t stop thinking about the adorable-ness that is the de-aged Tails art of @dakt37

Seriously, it’s freaking adorable. Check it out if you haven’t already.

This isn’t much, but I thought it was a good intro to the plot.

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Sonic stared at the little two-tailed fox, currently curled and napping on the floor.

“Tails,” he muttered to himself, a tired groan mixed in with the words. “What have you done to yourself?”

The boy didn’t answer, instead curling into a tighter ball. His twin tails flicked at the tips, twitching with whatever dream the kit was having.

Running a hand down his face, Sonic heaved a sigh. His brilliant best friend slash adopted little brother usually took detailed notes about whatever invention or experiment he was working on at any given time. But sometimes—like this time, apparently—the fox got a little too caught up in his brainwork, and would only write notes once the burst of inspiration had faded.

Unfortunately, it would seem he’d never write those notes, now.

Because he was currently about three years old.

At least, that’s how old Sonic thought he was. He’d been about four when the hedgehog had originally found him, being bullied by some older kids for having an extra tail. Had he been this little then? The fox seemed littler now, but maybe it was because Sonic was older? He himself had only been about 11 when they’d met, so still just a little kid himself.

Was that only four years ago? Seemed like a much longer time. Seemed like they’d known each other forever.

Sonic sighed again, sitting heavily on a workbench stool. He glanced over the mess strewn across the bench itself—tools, papers, pencils, bits and bobs of various machines in various states of repair—and felt a sense of helplessness. “I have a system,” Tails had told him once. “I know it looks like a mess, but it makes sense to me. Don’t touch anything!”

Your ‘system’ leaves a lot to be desired, buddy, Sonic thought, glancing back at the kit on the floor. How can we fix this when we don’t even know what you were doing in the first place?

Tails gave a little squeak in his sleep, and Sonic’s ears twitched, instantly flicking toward him. The boy twitched, caught in the web of bad dreams, and a whine escaped his little throat.

Without thinking, Sonic bent to scoop the boy into his arms, bringing the kit up to cuddle against him. Tails curled tighter for a second, before uttering another squeak and turning his face into the soft fur of the hedgehog’s chest.

“You’re okay,” Sonic soothed, holding his now much littler brother close. “You’re safe. I’ve gotcha.”

Another sound left the boy’s throat, this time a kind of grunt. Then he uncurled, reaching his little arms around to cling to Sonic and hug him tight.

A lump formed in the hedgehog’s throat. Had Tails been this little back when Sonic first found him? At four, he must not have been much larger than this. What possessed him to think that he, at only 11, would be capable of taking care of someone else, especially one so young?

All their early adventures flittered through his mind then. The danger. The risks. Sure, he’d done his best to keep Tails safe and unharmed, but, again, he was ELEVEN YEARS OLD at the time. Not exactly an age that’s known for good ideas and sound decisions.

He thought about the kids around the village who were about that age, and his chest tightened. He wouldn’t trust any of them with a four year old, even in the confines of a village with other people around. Yet, he’d run around other islands, dragging a literal baby with him, without a second thought.

This stomach clenched at what could have happened. How many times Tails could’ve been hurt. Or worse. Because of his lust for adventure.

“I’m sorry, Tails,” Sonic said, his voice soft. He nuzzled Tails’ head, and the boy uttered a soft purr. “I haven’t been the best big brother. I just . . . didn’t know better. But I’ll make sure you’re taken care of now. I promise.”

Tails sighed, snuggling deeper into Sonic’s chest fur. His twin tails split, curling around either side of the hedgehog’s waist.

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[dark-pockets]

hey, @dakt37

I found this lost amongst old files??!? Thought maybe you’d get a kick out of it XD

[spacepocketghost]

Amazing art by @dakt37

Colours by me

*just pretend that there is a background...

Bonus :

One grumpy space dad

[akathecentimetre]

For @dakt37​: “so I think Cody would be a pretty good dancer, but for partner dances he tends to only know the lead part. And he doesn’t usually like showing people things he’s working on until they’re good. So when he asks Obi-Wan to teach him some follow parts, OW finds it endearing as hell that Cody is willing to embarrass himself and fall all over himself (and OW) in front of him while his brain is adjusting to doing everything ‘backwards’” 

“Here – does it help to think of mirroring me?”

“No,” Cody said patiently, sighing through making sure he wasn’t clenching his fingers too hard around Obi-Wan’s, because fuck this. “Because then if you put a foot backwards, I’d put it backwards too.” 

“Ah.” Obi-Wan was looking down, his grip twisting awkwardly in Cody’s grip as he frowned. “Also, you don’t need to give me a shoulder massage for the duration. Not that I don’t enjoy it, but – ” 

“Sorry,” Cody said, and loosened his grasp again, missing how right it had always felt, in a pathetic, valid little way, to have Obi-Wan’s hipbone beneath his palm, or to slide it over the ridge of his spine if he was feeling frisky enough for them to get that close. “I might not be cut out for this.” 

“Nonsense,” Obi-Wan said, in his typically brisk manner, which went some way already to making Cody feel better. “You’re a quick learner. I have no doubt you’ll get used to it.”

 “In time for tomorrow?” 

“We might burn some midnight oil,” Obi-Wan said, and now, as he looked up at Cody, he was smirking, knowing, as ever, the edge which he could dance along that confused Cody as to whether he needed to be punched or fucked. Or both. “I think it’s very sweet that you wanted to pull out the stops for Fives.” 

“It’s my brother’s wedding,” Cody said, honestly, knowing he’d be understood. “It needs to perfect.” 

“Of course,” Obi-Wan smiled, and then, mercifully, went back to the task at hand. “Now, let’s not worry about the feet this time around. Just let me move you.” 

“Business as usual,” Cody deadpanned, and meant it, and was more grateful than he could say. 

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This weeks featured artist is @dakt37 Her comic below is my favorite fanart piece EVER and she depicts toddler Sam exactly as I do in my head! All art is hers, Injust combined her pieces into collages since tumblr will only allow 10 photos. Enjoy!

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dakt37 replied to your post: i hate all this discourse regarding the theory...

I miss the days of “don’t like, don’t read”

god those were such simpler times...

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someone very observant once theorized that Star Wars is the eternal struggle between the tols and the smols, and that struggle is real

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