#sunset squad

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

Okay, two things!

One, REFERENCE TO MURDER OF SONIC THE HEDGEHOG!!! 🤩🤩🤩 HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA Tails is really sounding like Barry 🤣💛

Two, Amy sounds 100% like a big sister here 🤣 and lo and behold, what happens a few panels later...

He got gum stuck in his hair 🤦‍♀️🤣💛

🎵 big sisterrrr knows best 🎵

[number-one-shadisper-shipper]

Little panel redraw I did from issue 75! The colors were super cool in this shot and I loved seeing my trio all together! 💙🩷💛

[nerdcalendar]

April 9, 3001 - Professor Farnsworth Unveils His Clone

On his 150th birthday, Professor Hubert J. Farnsworth became concerned about his own mortality, and decided it was time to name an heir to his legacy. Though many among the Planet Express crew thought it should be one of them, likely Philip J. Fry, Farnsworth took this opportunity to reveal that he had created a clone of himself 12 years prior, named Cubert J. Farnsworth.

Cubert turned out not to be as Farnsworth expected, however; he saw a future as an inventor as unappealing, and made several snide comments about the professor’s work. Farnsworth became depressed, and revealed to the crew that he had been lying about his age; it was actually his 160th birthday, and he had reached the age where robots from the Sunset Squad take people away, never to be seen again. Under the cover of an overly dramatic thunderstorm, a hooded robot arrived at Planet Express and collected Farnsworth as he wandered about, saying goodbye to every inanimate object in his path.

(Futurama, S2E23 A Clone of My Own, 2000) (source)

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

THE SUNSET SQUAD 💙💛❤️

~ from my Enchanted AU

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

Tails and Amy's big sister/little brother vibe is so underrated and I'm so excited to see more of them here!! This particular panel is so funny to me 🤣💛🩷

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

He's so proud of lil bro 🥹

Just look at these three. Friendship goals!! 💙🩷💛

[number-one-shadisper-shipper]

My bestie @sparkles-rule-4eva just got me into What Was Stolen AND A NEW CHAPTER CAME OUT TODAY!!!!!!!

IT WAS INTENSE!!

The scene at the very end was such an image I had to draw it immediately

PAIN

@beeextraordinary123 Love your fic! Thank you so much for writing it! Looking forward to more!

[sage-nebula]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary: Amy asks Tails about something that's been worrying her, and soon realizes she had no reason to worry at all.

[Tails & Amy friendship]

[one-sided Sonic/Amy from Amy's side discussed]

Conventional wisdom said to never ask a question if you weren’t sure you wanted to hear the answer. Modern wisdom said to only ask a question if you were in a headspace where the answer couldn’t hurt you. Amy considered herself to be mindful of both of these pieces of wisdom (and of all wisdom, really), but as she gnawed a cut into her lip and worried the hem of her skirt between her fingers, she could feel herself teetering on the brink of throwing both pieces to the wind.

Not that it was entirely her fault, of course. She was wise, but enough time spent around her friends had done a lot to make her reckless, too. And wisdom often flew in the face of reckless behavior.

Of course, if she asked her friends, Amy was sure that they would say this wasn’t reckless. Not that they were the best judges of that; for all that he did a good job of making it look as though there was never a moment when his success wasn’t certain, Amy knew for a fact that Sonic thought of all his actions in the moment, and not a second before. But she wasn’t in an Eggman base fighting badniks, or in the middle of a burning forest with terrified civilians. She was seated on a stool in Tails’ workshop, spending the afternoon relaxing with him as he worked on his latest invention. He’d lowered the volume of his music when she’d dropped by, and had switched it from his punk rock to her preferred pop in the process. It was a relaxing, enjoyable afternoon; just two friends hanging out, nothing to be afraid of.

But she was—well, not afraid. She wasn’t afraid of what his answer would be, but she was nervous. She wished she had thought to do a fortune card reading before coming over.

But she hadn’t, because she hadn’t even known that this question would occur to her. She hadn’t thought that was her reason for dropping by; she just wanted to spend the afternoon with one of her best friends. But now that she was here the question was gnawing on her brain like a ricky with a vendetta against an acorn, and she knew she wasn’t going to be able to let it go.

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