thinking. silly moment where, during a rlly climactic battle against eggman, tails ends up so tense they get an awful tic episode and keeps hitting themself or having their head jerk around and eggmans just like. ill give you time to sort that out
tails gets mad and insists eggman stop treating him like a child so eggman claims seeing their tics is making him feel like he's going to have an episode so they both just back off so tails can rest for a sec
put this on my main at first by accident. I am so tired gamers..
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he's super scarred mostly bc of rlly silly accidents that happened while he was growing up alone on angel island
he has chronic pain but thought that, like his duty, was just a punishment from the chaos race (or whatever they r called)
yeah hes ethiopian and jamaican
he's bisexual and, unfortunately, his bi awakening was SONIC. who is AROACE. (but as mentioned before they r sort of qpps so yay)
i think he is also trans but didn't realize it for AGES bc sonic and his gang are just so welcoming and loose w gender and presentation and he has, thankfully, mostly avoided seeing transphobic shit. kinda like sonic who didn't realize he was a Trans man until meeting eggman
this is canon but he likes grunge. i think he'd appreciate fangclub
he and sonic get into fights weekly (when they don't need to take extended breaks and just chill out or aren't already fighting some evil threat)
he and amy have similar fights, which is one of the few (many) things keeping their friendship from completely collapsing
his spikes ARE cartilage. and or bone. and they DO hurt when you snap themoff. so dont
he has a Trinket collection that his friends add to.
sonic likes donating bottles specifically, for some reason.
tails tends to give knuckles any ancient technology he finds that isn't a threat to everyone's safety
amy gives him pressed flowers in huge, heavy notebooks (more like tomes)
(Headcanon content; disabled!Laudna, alternate timeline, canon divergent. No beta, we live and die like Bor’Dor on this one. I just needed to bring her to life. This is just one iteration. There will be others. Thanks for indulging.)
It’s early. Or it’s late. They weren’t quite sure. It’s definitely night, that much is certain.
There’s a light rain falling, harder in the treetops but mitigated as it falls here in front of the tiny porch adorning this small cottage. There’s a single lantern lit on the table that’s fixed between two wicker rocking chairs, with the chair on the right closest to the front door occupied by one of the two women who own this home.
As Laudna sits there, she holds a hot cup of coffee between her hands in front of her face. Her feet are propped up on a wooden stool directly in front of her, crossed at the ankle, right over left. She has a leg brace on her left leg, from her thigh down to her ankle, and there is a cane resting against the side of the table to her right.
The door behind her opens, and Imogen emerges holding her own cup of coffee. She closes the door, leaving just a slight crack, and crosses the porch to her own seat adjacent to Laudna. Before she settles into her seat, she reveals two blankets that she had clutched against her chest. She unfolds one and spreads it out, sprawling it over Laudna’s lap and covering her legs and feet. She then duplicates the act as she sat down, kicking her feet up into the stool positioned nearest her chair and covering up with her own blanket.
(Cut for length, rest below!)
Laudna raises her mug in the air in Imogen’s direction, as Imogen returns the kindness. “I love you,” she says into Laudna’s mind, not breaking the auditory experience provided by the rain still slapping the trees and falling through to the garden surrounding their homestead.
“I love you,” Laudna telepathically responds. She blows her a kiss across the small gap between them, and as Imogen mimics receiving it, they each take another sip of their coffee.
A flash of lightning brightens the area, even through the heavy tree tops. One, two, three… and then the bang of thunder overhead.
“This storm is beautiful,” Imogen says aloud.
“It is,” Laudna concurs. After a moment of silence, she offered a question. “Do you know why I like storms so much?”
Imogen turns her sights from the garden over to Laudna, watching as she sips from her mug before responding, “They remind me of you.”
“Oh?”
“Well, I like thunderstorms because they’re mesmerizing, they’re refreshing,” Laudna says as she turns to look at Imogen now. “But they’re also powerful and can be destructive and unpredictable, and loud.“
Laudna takes another sip as Imogen just looks at her, slightly confused. That’s when Laudna adds, “And well, I like you because amongst other things you are also all of those things, in the best of ways.”
Imogen smiled and blushed. “Oh, Laudna,” she started before she was interrupted by another bang of thunder.
Laudna just continues to stare into Imogen’s eyes as she smiles. Imogen tucks a strand of hair behind her ear as she bashfully looks away. They’ve been together for years, dating for half as long, yet Imogen still feels the butterflies like it is the first day, every day. And oh she loves Laudna for it.
“Thank you,” Imogen finally says as she extends her hand out over the table. Laudna reached hers out in reply and grasps onto Imogen’s, holding it for a moment and giving it a compassionate squeeze.
The two continue to sit there as the storm presses on, not letting up. They’ve lost complete track of time, not that it matters to them. They don’t have anywhere to go except bed.
“Is your leg feeling okay,” Imogen asked Laudna after a short while.
Laudna had been struggling for several weeks with a severe injury to her leg that just wouldn’t heal. She finally had gone and seen a doctor in the last few days, and the reason the girls found themselves here at this late hour tonight was because Laudna was still processing the news that the Doctor had provided: her leg was so severely diseased from the attack that only a truly divine spell could potentially cure what caused her disability.
As such, she was still making peace with her new reality, processing all that having a mobility issue and dealing with chronic pain and a physical disability now presents to her. It had only been a few days since the Doctor provided her with the brace and cane she was now using regularly.
“I suppose I’m alright,” Laudna admits. “It was difficult at first; certainly, worrying. But, all considered, there are worse things in life and unlife”
“Oh I know,” Imogen says. “I’m sure it’s scary and overwhelming. Just… are you okay, like, right now? Can I do anything?”
Laudna looks over at Imogen and gives her another warm smile. “Oh, darling. You’ve done plenty for me already. I am okay, honest.”
Laudna gives her a wink as Imogen smiles weakly. She still feels a bit of pity for Laudna, first having dealt with death — twice — and now suddenly having a life changing injury thrust into her, it just wasn’t fair. But that wasn’t for her to question, they simply could only work with the cards they were dealt.
“You would know if I were lying, Imogen.”,
Imogen’s face relaxes as she responds to Laudna in her head, “I know.”
“And if this is permanent, well that’s alright too. I’m alive, aren’t I?” Laudna downs the last of her coffee and places the mug down beside her on the table. “Besides, becoming disabled isn’t the worst thing that could happen to someone.”
Imogen chuckles, recalling another time Laudna referred to something as not being the worst thing that’s ever happened to her.
“You’re right,” Imogen says as she places her mug down next to Laudna’s. She sweeps another strand of her out of her face and behind her ear. “I just want you to be happy, Laud.”
“Oh, but I am happy, Imogen. I have you.”
Imogen beams at hearing this, not expecting it in any capacity, and her heart flutters over a few beats.
The two of them sit there for a little longer listening to the end of the storm as it leaves the area. Drops of rain continue to fall from the treetops as the wind blows by up above, rustling the leaves just as much as the nightlife does as they begin to emerge from their shelters. Hooting from owls and the skittering of raccoons can be heard overhead as the girls just take in the sounds of nature all around them.
“Shall we get some sleep,” Imogen asks Laudna through a powerful yawn. Laudna had been resting in her chair with her eyes closed, popping one open upon hearing Imogen’s question. “I suppose we should.”
Imogen gathers up her blanket in one hand before collecting Laudna’s, bundling them together underneath her arm. As Laudna gathers herself and prepares to get up onto her feet, Imogen reaches a hand out in aid to her. Taking it into her own, Laudna clutches her cane in her right hand, grasping onto the plain dull black wooden handle, and after a count of one, two, three, she rocks herself forward and up into a standing position.
As Laudna gathers her bearings, Imogen collects their mugs from the table and blows the lantern out. Laudna opens and holds the door for Imogen as she walks inside first, heading straight to the kitchen with their empty mugs. Laudna closes and locks the door and waits for Imogen by the stairs. Just as quickly, Imogen emerges from around the corner and gives Laudna a kiss on the cheek, still clutching the blankets.
“Go ahead darlin, I got you if you need me,” Imogen says as she gestured towards the stairs. Laudna carefully took to the stairs, cane first then one foot and then the other, repeating the process one step at a time. Perhaps with time she’ll regain some speed and dexterity, she thinks to herself, but for now she’s focused on this reality and the next step ahead. Literally and figuratively.
It takes a minute or two, but Laudna makes it up the stairs without issue or the need for Imogen to assist her. They both head down the hall toward their bedroom, this time Imogen leading the way and letting Laudna go at her own pace, taking advantage by preparing Laudna’s side of the bed first.
After helping Laudna remove her brace and get comfortable in bed, propping her leg up on a pile of pillows, Imogen turns down the lanterns on each of their nightstands and crawls into bed beside her love. Laudna extends her arm and invites Imogen in to cuddle with her as they fall asleep. Imogen drapes her arm over Laudna, her hand resting on Laudna’s clavicle and neck, as Laudna holds her in one arm while the other rests across her own torso holding Imogen’s arm.
“I love you,” Imogen says out loud this time.
Laudna rubs her arm affectionately, and replies “I love you too.”
Imogen strokes the side of Laudna’s face as she lays there, prompting Laudna to kiss Imogen on the crown of her head. Imogen buries her face in Laudna’s chest.
Rain begins to fall again and hit the window pane from the outside; and as another low rumble of thunder is barely heard overhead, Laudna and Imogen close their eyes and drift off to sleep.
alright i have made up my mind, exotropia moment, magnero has exotropia.
oh god please be tasteful PLEEEEEEASE BE RESPECTFUL PLZZZZZZZZZZZ
magnero is still a normal kid despite having a giant magnet for a head
(CENSORED ABLEIST AND SANIST LANGUAGE BELOW)
im not strabismic myself i just hunger for cartoon strabismus rep that isn’t either the generic “dvmbass 1d1ot” cliché, “ZOMG SO CR^ZY”, or “HAHA SILLY FUNNY DERPFACE HEEHOO anyways back to normal”, or “HAHA LOOK FUNNY MISALIGNED EYES PLEASE LAUGH” or “BUAAAAH!! SO CREPPY AND UNHINGED EUGHHHH SHIVER ME TIMBERS”
what if it was all a dream and the creative and capable magnero who doesn’t act like a mindless r-slur caricature who babbles incoherent “cr^zy” bullshit everytime he’s onscreen actually had strabismus and it was just a thing he had *cryyyyyy*
WHAT IF IT WAS ALL A DREAM AND MORE PPL EDITED CHARACTERS TO HAVE UNALIGNED PUPILS FOR THE SAKE OF HEADCANON INSTEAD OF DOING BC “HAHA LOOK HOW ST00PID THEY LOOK HAHA TAKE THAT (CHARACTER) SO GOOFY LOOKING HAHA DERPY ASS HAHAAHAHHAHA” *CRIES HARDER*
i’m thinking about the teacher au and the whole mugen train thing but it was just like. a train wreck enmu was in and needed to be in a wheelchair for awhile. instead of being upset that he’s hurt he just mourns the loss of the mugen train bc it was so old and pretty dkfngwkr eventually he stops needing it at a constant but has to keep one around in case his legs start acting up,, for a surprise some of the classes get him one that they decorated to look like a vintage train
so so glad to be your first ask bro you deserve it. i think mike has an intellectual disability and needs things read to him sometimes :) also i think he has an amputated leg bc the lightning strike made one of his legs unsalvageable and also bc i love making characters disabled it’s my charm. and i think he likes cherry tea the most. and he’s trans. i don’t know what else to say bc switching-brain fog but!
First, sorry for the wait I was doing home work. Second, all of those are 👌👌👌 literally perfect. I can visualize this version of Michael Crew so clearly in my head, there is no doubt in my mind they're all canon. It just. All fits so well??? Makes me wanna draw him not gonna lie. if you ever have anything to add definitely keep me updated, I never thought I'd be this invested in little cloud man.
