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

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.

hey, @dakt37

Amazing art by @dakt37

Colours by me

*just pretend that there is a background...

Bonus :

“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.” 

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!

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

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

art by @dakt37

requested by @mavemoria