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team sonic and team dark end up on the same place for different missions, everyone gets separated and tails and shadow end up together. shadow threatens the bad guys with his handgun and tails gives him the most disappointed 8 yo look he can muster and goes, "really? can that toy even harm a chao??" to which shadow replies, "you got any better ideas fox boy?" and tails just pulls out a really bright yellow n cyan coloured missile launcher twice his size out of nowhere and says, "yea."

some Trod au Bishop Family warm up doodles + a lil chart about everyone's opinions on cannibalism. i should do a chart for everyone on all the doctrines tbh

No one knows where Sonic lives.

Even in his so called world renowed hero status, there’s way too little that the general public knows about Sonic The Hedgehog, sure, they know what his favorite food is, they know the names of his friends, and they know when his birthday is, but they don’t know where is he from, how is he so fast, or what is his reason to fight.

They know about most of the times he has saved the world, but they don’t know why his shoes don’t get burned by his speed, they know he can turn into a god-like glowy golden being, but they don’t know how exactly the magical jewels that do that work, they know he’s unstoppable, but they don’t know why.

Most people don’t care that much about that kind of information, even if he’s a hero, that’s his own business, even heroes need privacy; but then there’s the curiosity, the enigma, the mystery, most of those questions will be left without a solid answer, but there’s a few that should have definitive one.

Where does someone who can run around the whole globe in a matter of hours live? There’s a lot of theories.

Sonic has enough fame to have several fan clubs all around the world, and between all those fan clubs there’s been a lingering interest in the enigma of where does sonic live, between all the other questions this one is the one that gets the most possible answers, considering factors like his speed, his well known crave for adventure, his love for nature, all of it could make the difference between the right answer and the wrong answer.

At certain point, the curiosity reaches to more general public apart from the fanatism prone, and when in opportunity to talk to him, a lot of people start asking him the same question: “where do you live?” the answers all equal and all different at the same time “right here in the same world as you” “it varies from time to time” “I don’t think you could visit me”

The vagueness, the confusing contradictions, the evasion of the subject; he’s doing this on purpose. They might not know a lot about the blue speedster, but now this sole data needs to be known.

They start asking Sonic’s acquaintances instead of the hedgehog himself, they know they’re not getting an answer out of him at this point, and if anyone could have one, his friends should know it. Turns out that they don’t know.

Most of his friends being more annoyed with the fact that not even they know where he lives than about the people sticking their noses to his friend’s business was a surprise to the masses, and underwhelming, backtracking, frustrating surprise.

There’s an anonymous user online who affirms that not even the hedgehog’s arch nemesis knows where Sonic lives. Reliable sources support the statement.

The waters of nonsense gossip calm down after some time, but the question still remains, left to be more of general curiosity than lingering mystery.

A random day in a random town, a news program happens to be live outside when the speedster passes by and stops to smell the flowers around the area, the reporters ask him for a small interview, he says they have till he finishes picking up enough flowers for a crown.

They ask the same question everyone has asked for quite some time, just a different word, “Sonic, where is your home?”

Apparently the accidental rephrasing change is what finally gets it, as the speedster just says “right now? should be at mystic ruins”

He runs off immediately, the reporters left speechless, the program still on air on TV’s and the web, and the world going wild.

They finally got a straight, solid, specific answer. “That can’t be true” “but it can” “it’s logical” “it’s not” “he must’ve been joking” “he sounded serious” and more and more discussions take place around that single interview, the fan clubs are theorizing again, the general public is now more curious, and the official news from all over the globe need to confirm this by themselves.

So they ask again.

A full week later, a different city in a different country, different news reporters don’t even bother to ask him for an interview, they just run to him the moment they see the blue blur pass by and ask him again “Sonic, where is your home?!” He yells his answer without stopping:

“Last time I checked was in Central City”.

“It’s a contradiction” “then he was joking before” “he might change where he lives weekly” “we need more proof” “that was way too specific again”.

A different continent, two days later, a group of kids manage to record him when he greets them from the other side of a mountain, they ask “Where is your home?!” He yells back “I’m not sure at the moment!”

The confusion only grows, now no one knows if he’s genuinely giving true answers or full ass lying, it would be logical for him to do either. The curiosity becomes a mystery again, and people are legitimately trying to track all the locations he has mentioned to find out what is this all about. Some people even try to track him down. They try.

A whole month later, there’s a celebration near sunset city, a commemoration of some sorts, there’s been a lot of battles in way too little time so people just try to think about the party rather than the motive for it. Sonic attends the celebration along some of his friends.

A local news channel manages to reach him at the chili dog stand where he is waiting for his food while talking to the two tailed fox everyone knows is his best friend. They don’t mean to interrupt, but these opportunities are limited.

They ask the same question, the same word change that they know works: “Sonic, where is your home?”

The blue blur hangs an arm around the kit’s shoulder in a half hug as he grins widely, he says loudly: “right now, it’s right here!”

This time his home was with him.

Ive been thinking about this trend but instead of metaphorical items and junk its just me attempting diff artstyles

(btw thanks for @desklamper for compiling this) (Artists: @bamsara @runningwithscizzorz @konjkitkatty @donutfloats @acis-arts @aveloka @lambment @unwri-ten @stychu-stych @dogiperson + me at the end)

whoops i meant to put this in the last post

Of the friendships Narinder makes out of imprisonment, I'd like to think he visits Chemach while she's in her chains (and Kuudai and Clauneck) occasionally to talk about Old God stuff

you think your gifted kid syndrome was bad? ctubbo was made the leader of an entire nation when he was 16 years old.

just two best friends living their cottagecore life with their dog (ignore the fact they are in prison)

i'm going back to this moment with c!dream and c!techno and their discussion about church prime.

dream starts out by saying that he put the bell in church prime and techno questions whether or not dream can actually profit because he doesn't believe, calling dream a heretic and dream doesn't dispute the fact he doesn't believe. (which is interesting because it tells us two things 'primes' only go to believers and dream is not a believer, despite having seen a god with his face.)

what he does dispute, after a moment of thought, is the profit aspect, saying he might not believe but he's profiting off those that do. he even does a literal evil voice to say this. and techno's response is, 'but you're not', pointing out that everyone else is profiting off dream.

so, two things, right.

one, it's the hesitation and insistence at first from dream that he is, in fact, profiting off people complete with Villain Voice but when techno pushes the matter further, dream ends up relenting pretty quick and agreeing with techno that yeah, people are profiting off of him. both techno and dream have a history of backing down when the other says (techno at the green festival, for example) and it's interesting that dream seems intent to play this role right up until techno is like 'nah'.

two, techno says they're 'profiting off dream'. not that dream merely doesn't profit because he doesn't believe which would actually make a little more sense (because he's simply missing out on primes by not being a partner/believer). but no. techno says 'it's actually everyone else that's profiting off of you.' there's an implication of use that's really interesting to me because it won't be the last time that dream brings up people profiting off him going forward. he paints the torture as business. the fact he's alive at all is because people have something to gain from him. neither techno nor dream are wrong when they say people have profited off dream. and it's interesting and maybe a little more impactful coming from techno, someone else who has a history with being used by others.

just some thoughts.

Oh canon divergence my beloved

Gosh, I'm sure I'll get some discourse on this, but I'll just delete it if I do-

I feel like people forget that L'manburg tried to kill Technoblade.

Like, when they talk about the Tommy/Technoblade betrayal, some people act like Technoblade should have just walked away and shrugged off that Tommy joined the people who tried to murder him. And who still WANT to murder him. Like, remember, after the failed Execution, Quackity talked about how they needed to put killing Technoblade on the back burner because Dream was a bigger threat, but they still VERY MUCH WANTED TO KILL TECHNOBLADE.

Did Tommy know all this? No, he couldn't have known it. He wasn't there. And I think Tommy choosing to go back and make amends with Tubbo was the correct thing to do for himself. I don't think it was the best choice to abandon Technoblade in a crater surrounded by enemies that want him dead, but I do think that Tommy NEEDED to reconcile with Tubbo. That was always a step he needed to take. That's his Tubbo.

But, like, why does it seem like some people just wanted Technoblade to shrug and give Tommy a pat on the back and let him keep the axe? What kind of rational person hears "Actually, now that they'll have me back, I'm going to rejoin the group of people that dropped an anvil on your head! Their companionship is more important to me than your safety" and reacts positively?

Did Tommy say that, word for word? No. Again, he didn't know about all of the hurt L'manburg caused Techno. But that's the message his actions send. Tommy chose Technoblade's would be murderers. Tommy chose the people that would definitely try again to murder Technoblade.

Why would Techno take that positively? Why wouldn't he be angry? Why wouldn't he feel like Tommy doesn't see him as a person, only a means to an end? Whether you think his reaction of blowing L'Manburg up was correct or not, how could you expect Technoblade to be anything less than hurt and angry at that?

It confuses me.

*reading your tags*

👀 Sonic back in time?????

Okay so, context! Back when I was writing "Chart a Course to Second Chances," I found chapter 2 really, *really* hard to get through, for multiple reasons. Biggest of all being that it was so hard leaving Tails alone on Cocoa Island when he was just a baby! So to help cope with that chapter while I was writing it (over a year ago now, lol, omg) I started writing an AU of my own fic xD Where Sonic came across baby Tails during that time. It wasn't really meant to be anything on it's own. As the Picket Fence timeline started expanding though, I started toying with incorporating that scene as the C or D plot to my post-Frontiers fic! I still haven't decided on that because I'm still in such early stages of planning for that fic. It does reference "Chart a Course" quite a bit, like an extended scene, and references a few other Picket Fence specific things in passing. But since multiple people have expressed interest in it lately, I figured I can share what I've got as it's own standalone thing. So here is an older, modern Sonic coming across a baby Tails!

Sonic Back in Time Shenanigans WIP #1

They appeared in the middle of a downpour. Sonic frowned and covered his quills with his hands as he glanced up at the sky like it had betrayed him, while Silver tried using the wrist communicator Tails had adapted for him to pinpoint their location—both in time and space.

"Looks like we're on an island," Silver pointed out. "It's called… Cocoa Island."

Sonic peeked over his shoulder at the readings. "Hey, I'm alive in this time."

"Yeah. You'd be about… Nine?" Silver guessed.

Sonic glanced around at the thick cover of pine trees and breathed in the cool, misty air; this environment very different from what nine-year-old him had ever experienced. "How big's the island?" Sonic asked. "Think it's worth splitting up?"

"We could cover more ground that way," Silver hummed. "I don't know how time sensitive this event is."

"Then I guess there's no time to lose! You take the high road, I'll take the low!" Sonic flashed him a grin and sped off through the forest while Silver headed up towards the mountains.

Running through the rain was never his preference. The low visibility was bad enough when he wasn't keeping an active eye out for anything that looked out of place. Plus the drag of water-logged quills was never pleasant to run with. His sneakers lost traction in the mud and he nearly slid into several of the densely packed trees.

This definitely wasn't an island he'd ever ventured to before. There weren't any open stretches of land to run through freely. Not that he minded the obstacles, but they were a bit cumbersome in this kind of weather.

So distracted by watching the trees and searching, he didn't see the coat on the ground until his feet were tangled up in it. With a yelp, he face-planted into the grass with a groan. He pushed himself up and shook off the drenched fabric before picking it up to examine it.

It was a child's coat. A toddler's coat.

Sonic looked around. There was a toy airplane sitting innocently atop a tree stump. He picked that up, too. 

"Is anyone there?" he called out. "Hello?" He didn't hear anything except the steady drizzle of rain off the branches overhead. "Hey, if you're out there, it's okay. I'm not gonna hurt ya."

Still no answer. Sonic stood up and draped the coat over his arm as he scanned his surroundings, then noticed the nearly washed out tracks in the mud leading deeper into the forest. A child's paw and shoeprints. Sonic followed them, frowning as they shifted the farther he went. They lost their definition until it looked like whoever made the tracks had ended up dragging their body through the mud.

They could've been hurt. Sonic zipped forward until he found a cabin. It was dark, clearly abandoned from the state of the overgrowth taking over the wood, but the front door was swinging open from the wind, letting the rain inside. The muddy trail led right over the threshold.

Sonic stepped inside and shook off his quills, peering into the darkness. The front room was empty. Mud and water stained the old, creaky floorboards, leading him into the next room over. Sonic pushed the door open, finding three empty beds, some storage cabinets, and a pile of blankets on the ground.

A pile of blankets and…

And a baby fox tail.

The toy plane clattered against the hardwood floor and the coat fell with a heavy, wet smack. Sonic dashed over and dropped to his knees next to the bundle as he peeled away the layers of dusty blankets. A baby fox kit trembled as the warmth was taken from him, coughing as the freshly disturbed dust irritated an already raspy throat. Each breath was labored; painful gasps for air that echoed in the abandoned cabin. So soft, but as powerful as gunshots straight to Sonic's heart.

Because the fox kit was clinging to something, and Sonic had hoped he wouldn't be from the moment he first caught sight of his tail. Sonic's jaw clenched. The kit was hugging a second tail.

Tails. How was Tails here? This wasn't West Side Island. What happened?

Another weak cough shook Tails's body. Sonic removed his wet glove and held the back of his hand to Tails's forehead, swearing at how warm he was despite his shivering. Fever. And he was soaked. The blankets were useless as he laid in a damp, muddy nest that would do nothing to warm him up.

Tails nuzzled against his hand. Sonic's gaze was drawn back to his face, eyes still closed as he instinctively sought comfort from his touch. Sonic turned his wrist and stroked the top of his head, brushing aside his wet bangs. A raspy whine rattled in his chest and Sonic's heart broke.

"It's okay, little buddy, I'm right here," he assured him, even if this version of him hadn't met him yet. "You're gonna be okay. Hang on."

Sonic ran into the kitchen and bathroom in search of towels or any sort of linen that wasn't soaked through. He found a couple old hand towels and decided they would have to do. He also found a cup and filled it with water from the sink. 

In the bathroom he looked for anything that might be a first aid kit. There was a medicine cabinet with a thermometer, along with, what was very likely, an expired bottle of ibuprofen tablets. He grabbed both and brought all of it into the bedroom and sat cross-legged on the floor, carefully detangling Tails from his makeshift nest.

He was so light.

Sonic's hands shook as he carefully toweled him off, removing the tiny baby boots from his feet so he could dry them, too. He knew Tails had been light when he'd found him, knew he'd been starving and malnourished, but he hadn't known for how long. This Tails was significantly younger than the four-year-old he'd met on West Side Island, which he had to be if the Sonic of this time was only nine. Barely older than two, if that.

He dried off each of his paws, hating how small they were compared to what he knew and the way his little fingers subconsciously grasped at his own. The Tails he'd met didn't like being touched without warning first, expected every touch to hurt and flinched at sudden movements, but this one in his arms was just as starved for contact as he was for food. He grabbed at and wriggled closer to a complete stranger, whining with frustration as he got tangled in the towel instead. 

Sonic hushed him as he finished drying him off, wrapping him in a fresh towel before quickly drying himself off, too. It wouldn't do any good to get Tails all wet again from his quills dripping onto him. Sonic then shook out the blankets from the pile on the ground, quickly draping the damp ones around the room before using the drier ones to reform a nest. Sonic settled into it and cradled Tails against his chest as he pulled the blankets around them.

He was still shaking so badly, but his face was so hot where it pressed into him. Sonic held him tighter, trying to transfer his own warmth into his sick baby brother, wracked with feverish chills. When Tails got sick, he always vacillated between wanting space and being smothered with comfort. Even at nine, where he claimed to be too mature for such childish things as cuddles, when he was sick enough, he'd eventually shuffle out of his room bundled up in as many blankets as he could find and curl up on the couch with his head in Sonic's lap while his big brother read or played a video game to entertain him.

Sonic never gave it much thought before, but he wondered if that dichotomy to Tails was because he'd had to deal with being sick on his own for so long. It was his first instinct to power through it alone before seeking the comfort he craved. Clearly, for at least the first few years of his life, he was used to the comfort not being there.

Sonic curled around him, insulating him with warmth while the rain pattered against the roof and windows. "You're one tough kid, you know that, bud?" he murmured as the baby whimpered sleepily. "I know, I know… sucks to be sick, but you're handling it like a champ. You always do."

Tails coughed wetly and Sonic patted his back to try and help clear his airways. He glanced at the label for the expired medicine, then grabbed the thermometer. He'd see how high his fever was, then decide whether or not it was worth an attempt to use medicine to bring down his temperature.

"C'mon, bud, open up." 

He tapped the end of the glass thermometer against his muzzle, bleary blue eyes blinking up at him. Sonic faked a yawn, biting back a chuckle when the baby yawned for real. He settled the thermometer under his tongue and held it there. While they waited, Tails just stared up at him. Even as feverish and sleepy as he was, his busy little brain was hard at work trying to figure out who the stranger holding him was while his body shivered, paws kneading into his fur. Just like when they'd been stuck in a blizzard in Holoska, when Sonic's werehog form shielded his hypothermic brother from the cold. 

He might not have recognized him, but he knew he was safe.

"You're doing great, little guy," he told the toddler version of the kid he'd practically raised, smile soft and warm. "Keep it up. We're almost done."

Tails yawned again when Sonic removed the thermometer, squinting at it in the dark to try and read it. At least 104. Tails's normal temperature was somewhere around 100 degrees at rest, so this definitely wasn't a good sign. Sonic swore, rocking Tails a little more quickly as his knees bounced impatiently. It made him cough again, so Sonic gave him the cup of water to help soothe his throat. Tails gulped it down greedily, draining the entire cup in seconds. When he finished, Sonic fought to stay still this time while the baby nuzzled into his chest. 

"Sorry, bud." Sonic scratched behind his ears and he purred from the attention.

Sonic's fingers nearly faltered.

It was so easy…

Normally it took a lot to get Tails to actually purr with contentment. He'd get flustered and embarrassed whenever it happened where Sonic could hear, so it never lasted very long. Sometimes he'd do it to try and cheer Sonic up, but to openly purr because he was unashamedly happy…

Once the baby started, he didn't stop. 

He rubbed his face into Sonic's fur, limp tails wagging in jerky movements, like they didn't know how, one much weaker than the other. It would've been funny in another life. But in this one, Sonic stroked along his back, heart tightening as he felt each nodule of his spine beneath his damp fur. Tails had been too thin when they'd first met; he remembered that well. But if Silver was right… if Sonic was nine in this time and Tails was only two…

It would be two years before they'd meet.

Two years…

"Tried," a tiny voice croaked out.

"Huh?" Sonic blinked down at the snuggly baby. "You tired, big guy?"

"Tried. T'be good 'n wait," Tails mumbled. "I tried…"

Sonic looked out the window at the storm still raging, wind howling through the trees. "Well, you did the right thing, finding a dry place to wait out this rain. Otherwise you might've gotten sicker," Sonic told him. "You did a good job. Such a good job, little bro."

"Good?" Tails tilted his head up, half-lidded eyes trying so hard to focus on him. "M'good?"

"Yeah, you're good," Sonic chuckled softly. "The best."

"An' can I come home now?" Tails asked, voice cracking as it started to rise—just like it always did when he panicked. "Please? I did good, I wanna go home—"

His chest rattled with a harsh coughing fit. Sonic hurried to prop him up in an attempt to clear his airways. He shushed him again as he rubbed his back, his mind speeding through all the context clues he'd been given. The coat and the toy plane left in the woods. The fresh footprints leading to this cabin, which apparently wasn't Tails's home if he was asking to go home…

Because he'd been good.

Because he thought he couldn't go home until he was good.

Every time Sonic told Tails to wait somewhere when they were younger… every time Tails acted like he was never going to come back…

He'd suspected then, of course, but now?

Tails was a baby. A genius baby, but a baby all the same. How could he have possibly gotten it into his head that he'd be left alone somewhere unless he was good if someone hadn't put it there first?

Tails sniffled and coughed again, nuzzling against Sonic's shoulder. "Wanna go home…"

"Soon, bud," Sonic whispered to him, the soft weight of him against his chest the only thing keeping the fury from building in his heart. "You'll be home soon, I promise. And you'll be warm and fed and looked after whenever you're feeling sick… and you'll be loved. You hear me? You'll be loved so much, you won't be able to stand it." Sonic shook his head, thinking back to the little brother he knew, who'd shrug away from his touch with an eye roll or an embarrassed laugh, only to come running back for a hug or words of reassurance when Sonic least expected it. "So hold onto that for me, okay? Hold on 'til I come get you."

Tails's forehead was still burning up as he pressed his own brow to it, squeezing his eyes shut as he pretended like this kid wasn't breaking his heart apart with the magnitude of his rumbly little purrs quaking in his chest.

The little guy fell asleep not long after that, wheezy breaths tickling his fur as Sonic sat with him on the floor of the dusty old cabin. Though it had been a while—and his legs were itching to run as his mind raced and his body insisted that it was trapped—he settled into the old habit of keeping watch over his little brother as easily as breaking in a pair of running shoes. A little painful at first, sure, a little pinchy in the heel or the toes, but soon enough he'd be one with the wind and didn't have to second guess a single step.

As he carefully shifted Tails to a more comfortable sleeping position, Sonic caught a glimpse of his wrist communicator. He fought back a wince. Whoops. Silver.

Trying to keep as quiet as he could, he called his friend. "Any news?" Silver asked, not needing to wonder who was calling him.

"Ah… about that…" Sonic flicked his gaze down at the sleeping fox kit cradled in his arm. "Kinda got distracted."

"Sonic," Silver sighed.

"I know, I know. My bad. But uh… I've got my hands full at the moment. Might be a minute before I can get back to helping you find… whatever it is we came here looking for."

"I don't really know myself. All I know is that it had the potential to affect your present, as well as my future," Silver sighed. "I'll keep looking. There's still a lot of ground to cover in these mountains, and I have this sense…"

"Hm?"

"Just this sense that maybe a Chaos Emerald is here."

Sonic glanced down at Tails again. "You don't say."

"Yeah. Maybe it's the reason we're here. You think we're supposed to retrieve it?"

"I don't think so."

"Oh yeah? What makes you so sure?" Silver pressed.

"Just a hunch." Sonic's muzzle couldn't help curving in a fond smile as Tails nuzzled his cheek against his chest, purrs growing louder with a happy sigh. "Just keep me in the loop if anything else stands out to you and I'll catch up with you later. Stay dry."

"You too."

The call cut out and Sonic was left with only the sound of the rain on the roof and Tails's croaky breathing for company. "So that how you made it to West Side? Did the Chaos Emerald lead you there, too, little buddy?" Shaking his head with a sigh, he felt his forehead again while he brushed his bangs out of the way. "Could've tried getting our paths to cross a heck of a lot sooner, but guess I can't be too mad at 'em… no point in dwelling on what coulda been, huh?"

But the words he normally lived by tasted bitter in his mouth. About half as helpful as expired medicine.

"But you've got me now," Sonic assured him. "For however long that might be, you don't gotta worry about a thing. I'll take it from here, Tails."

It still baffles me to this day how Missa and Philza’s relationship is seen from the other islander’s perspective.

Like, Cellbit and Forever straight up think Philza is madly in love with Missa. Tubbo’s first thought was that they were lovers. And when he saw them reunited, he instantly asked if they were going to kiss.

Roier knows something is going on at least with Missa because he has heard him say he wouldn’t be oppose to a wedding if Philza wants it. The same goes for Bad, who has made several backhanded comments about them being in a relationship. Fit, Philza’s oldest friend, doesn’t doubt for a minute Phil and Missa are a couple and doesn’t want to get involved in whatever is happening in their basement/aquarium.

Hell, even Felps, the man who almost never logs on, knows Missa and Philza are something. He didn’t even have to stay more than 3 minutes in their presence to be like “shit, sorry for interrupting. Ignore me.” and run from them at the first opportunity he had.

Phil and Missa may never say or confess anything to each other, but there’s no need to. The whole fucking island knows it already.

'OSMP with Techno as the only human in a hybird commune' except it's also a literal isekai where the enderpearl malfunctioned during the prison arc so it's dsmp!Techno who somehow got transported into osmp but also specifically turned into a human which is hilarious to me

Wondering if Missa would’ve fallen in love with Phil if both weren’t Chayanne’s parents…

I mean, even though Missa does make some remarkable comments about Phil’s physic, we know his looks are just a plus for him. What Missa really fall in love with was the kind guy who helped him with his gear, the one who happily takes care of the children, the one who’s thoughtful enough to notice the reason as to why he was living in the basement, and the one who secretly listens to his words in Spanish but keeps it safe in his heart.

So, I really have to wonder, is this the only timeline where it was possible for Missa to fall for Phil? Would they’ve still met each other, even if there wasn’t an egg in the middle? Would they’ve still have time to get to know each other? And if this wasn’t possible, would Missa just, like, have his little crush with Quackity until now?  

Would Phil make more casual flirting with Missa like with Fit and Etoiles if this was the case? What about the secret photos? The one’s where Missa barely recognizes there’s a fucking camera in front of him and Phil looks at him so endearing? Or the kisses? Or the straight up possessiveness?

Platonic or not– Is this really the only chance they have to be together? Did all the starts magically aligned for these two constipated idiots?

I'm a couple hours late for Wholesome Wednesday but no one's ever going to complain about Sonic and Tails brother content so

Remember that scene in IDW when Belle was hypnotized while she was staying over with Sonic and Tails and she went to hit Tails and then Sonic was immediately --

No one's touching his little bro if he has anything to say about it :))

I forgot to post this here 🥰

The reason Missa doesn't consider Philza's house to be his too is because he wasn't there.

He wasn't there to see their changes, he wasn't there when more and more details were added for his children.

Yes, he has access, because Philza always thinks about Missa. But this had happened before with Roier.

There was a week when Missa wasn't on the server, and Roier had upgraded the house where they used to live together (before Tacos lore). He improved the second floor, the crops, made a bridge, and Missa still had access because that house belonged to both of them.

Then one day he came back, saw all those changes and no longer considered that that was his home. Even when Quackity asked him to come in, and he told him "This is not my house, I didn't make it". Then the Tacos thing happen and he left that place, alone.

So yes, this may happen because when he doesnt participate, he wasnt part of the process... and that was a week, now imagine missing all those changes in MONTHS.

Before leaving for Japan he told Chayanne that he would do everything possible to logging. Because "he didn't want anyone to tell him anything, he wanted to be there". And that didn't happen because thats out of roleplay lol

But Yup, thats why he's always looking for places where he can make his OWN house.

I can even mention that moment when he came back home to visit Chayanne and quietly sang "Huésped en casa propia" by Pxndx

(Translation: Guest in your own home)

It was a detail that went unnoticed, and I hate that!! because the song talks about how he really feels.

The waypoint says "Phil & Missa" but it's more Phil than Missa. It was more Roier than Missa... Do you feel me?

Because that feeling of being a burden is not because he is just "in love with Philza", it is because his personality is like that with everyone

JAJA and it's funny to know that Missa has involuntarily built his character like this, he has even gone to therapy with Melissa twice!!!

And now that Philza has realized all this, I hope that the next time they meet again he will make Missa feel that that is his family and home too, because history repeats and repeats itself. And it's angst, so fucking angst.

Let the man sleep next to his platonic husband, chamacos latosos

Most people trust Sonic to save the world. And yet, everybody relies on Tails to fix the world.

Brothers brothers brothers brothers brothers brothers brothers brothers brothers brothers brothers brothers brothers brothers brothers

LOOK AT THEIR DUMB FACES AKDNSKNCSMNCNSNX

I'm aware this is random timing but I've wanted to analyze this scene ever since I saw it and I was rewatching the Frontiers cutscenes so I decided "why not now" lol

This scene right here.

First of all, I'd like to say that Sonic & Tails's interactions throughout this entire game are IMMACULATE. And while I've seen some people complain that Tails "wasn't concerned enough" at the fact that Sonic was so clearly sick, this scene begs to differ.

It also shows, in both a good way and a sad way, how well Tails knows his big brother.

The entire time before, Sonic's been (for the mostpart) going around with a front. Pretending he's fine and brushing aside everyone's worries about him to turn the focus instead on THEM and THEIR problems, not his. ESPECIALLY with Tails. And this little fox knows probably better than anyone that Sonic doesn't like it when people fuss over him. So he's been playing along. Doing his part, doing the best he could in his digitized state, staying busy and all the jazz.

And sure, a couple times before this, Sonic was acting more tired than usual around Tails, but Tails didn't point it out. And he still doesn't point it out here, but his expression and body language say it all.

Now the corruption's getting worse, and Tails is just about done pretending along with Sonic that everything's fine. This time, unlike the last two times when Sonic had defeated a Titan when Super Sonic had flown down to find Amy and Knuckles, Tails is the one who runs to find him afterward.

He's clearly very worried, especially when Sonic barely acknowledges his presence and is really just doing his best not to keel over at this point. Tails reaches out in a vain attempt to touch him — whether to comfort him or help him up, I'm not sure — but still cannot touch him at all for obvious reasons. He pulls back and just watches him intently with this deeply sad, almost regretful look on his face. The End starts talking again and Sonic lifts his head a little to listen, while Tails just quietly shakes his head as he looks at him. As if he's saying, "Please don't do more, please just take a rest, I want you to be okay." 😢 Or it could just as easily be a sad sort of understanding, a resignation to what Sonic does, like, "I want you to rest, we both know you need it, but I know you, I know you'd sooner run yourself to death before you let us stay trapped any longer. And I can't do anything to stop you." 💔

And then, after having his fists clenched in obvious distress, Tails tries to reach out again, one more time. Almost unconsciously, as Sonic looks up to where the voice is coming from. Almost like he does want to stop him. He opens his mouth for a moment, too, like he wants to say something, but bites it back at the last second.

Then he pulls away again. His face is nothing but sadness and worry. Sonic tries making a quip at The End's new instructions, but he's still so clearly exhausted.

It's also interesting how Sonic won't look at Tails this whole scene, until Tails asks in that tiny, scared voice, "Sonic?" and he stands up, tells him to hang tight, reassure him they're almost done. Trying so hard to play the part of strong older brother even here, when Tails can so easily see how sick he is. 😔

Their dynamic will always be so fascinating and sweet to me. Even in these darker, more painful moments, the familial love they have for each other is beautiful. 💙💛💔

Two lovers have reincarnated throughout history, destined to find each other and fall in love all over again. There’s also this third guy that reincarnates alongside them… we don’t really know what he does.

the bkdk dynamic is so funny to me bc like they are unable to coexist peacefully but at the same time they have separation anxiety

Would have been so funny if All Might had promised to give Izuku OFA after cleaning up the beach and then after Izuku was done, told him “There is no quirk. We just train until we get so ripped that everyone thinks it’s super strength.”

Hes one of the smartest dsmp characters but hes also so stupid and he has many mental illnesses and hes just a little guy and hes a 80 year old man and hes a butch tmasc and a chain smoker and hes a trans gay man and he was an alcoholic at 16 and he has no parents but he has daddy issues he has committed several crimes but hes innocent

The quote "for you the world Phil" is beautiful and heart wrenching yes but I love how we all collectively forgot that it was in reference to Techno telling Phil he could have anything from his vault and Phil took the fucking floor