thinking of you, wherever you are

(srry, i hate backgrounds)

But also . . . Tails is a fixer. He's a solution finder. If there's a problem, he solves it, or does his best to. So if Sonic is feeling down, well, talking it out won't make Sonic feel better. And it's true that Tails can't fix the actual problem if he doesn't know what it is. But he can do other things to make Sonic feel better. Like for instance, Sonic goes to sleep feeling kind of bad one night, and wakes up the next morning to find that Tails has repaired the outsoles of his shoes to give him better traction / provide better support when he's running. Or Tails will make him cocoa the exact way he likes it without being asked, seemingly out of the blue, or will take his library books back for him and check out a couple more that he knows Sonic has had his eye on.

Just little things like that. Little things which don't solve whatever the actual problem is, because he doesn't know what the actual problem is, but that make Sonic feel cared about and loved even if neither of them say those actual words. (And if Sonic asks why Tails is doing this, Tails is like "just felt like it" because if Sonic doesn't want to talk about his feelings, that's fine—but that means Tails gets a free pass not to talk about his, either.)

happy wholesome wednesday everyone

plus the sketch

This was supposed to be smaller but…oh well. Have fun with a wholesome brothers moment I came up with today, set after the events of sonic riders zero gravity. i wanted to share this only on the discord server im in, but it’s too long to send it hhhh. so, i hope you enjoy :)

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“Mornin’ buddy.” he jumps a little at the greeting, ears still sensitive from their last adventure. Maybe from the lack of sleep as well.

“Good morning, Sonic.” he replies, mentally slapping himself. His voice sounded way too coarse, even coarser than Sonic’s, and now he is certain he is going to get lectured very soon. Despite that, he continues his work, trying to cover up for the slip up by not letting his brother see his face and - potentially - the dark bags under his eyes. Maybe if he acts like nothing is wrong, Sonic won’t suspect a thing and-

“Tails?” he doesn’t flinch, even though it felt like Sonic was on the verge of interrogating him. Instead, he minds his own business. 

“Yeah?”

“Miles.” A hand on his shoulder and the sound of his birth name in that strict tone, urge him to turn around on his chair as he lets out a long sigh. Tools still in his hands and ears hanging low, Tails suddenly finds interest in the tiles of the workshop’s floor. 

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he is infodumping about the five hour victorious video essay