Heya! I'm Freak (or Taylor, if you want to be extra formal), and youāve stumbled into my Sonic-shaped brain cave ā a mix of writer tears, late-night rambles, and endless love for a blue hedgehog and his little fox brother.
š She/them | š Demigirl | š Born 09/09
š§ Autistic | C-PTSD | Separation anxiety I ADHD - Inattentive
š« Neurodivergent, emotional, passionate, and proudly weird
This blog is a safe space for:
Sonic & Tails hurt/comfort & angst (oh yes, a lot of angst)
Deep dives into Sonic lore, character trauma, and headcanons
Writing + storytelling analysis with a splash of poetry and chaos
Updates for my fics (which you can find on AO3 thesillyfreak)
Personal posts & venting, mental health talks, and self-expression
Occasional unhinged rambles, and soft fandom joy
š Who Am I?
I'm 15, from Australia, and Iāve been non-verbal in the past, but now I speak through writing like itās a lifeline. Words are my home, and Sonic is my comfort show, my hyperfixation, and my heart. Especially the bond between Sonic and Tails ā it means everything to me. Platonic soulmates. Brothers. Found family. Healing. Grief. Loyalty. Sacrifice. Yeah. That.
š Fic Style:
Sonic & Tails as the emotional center
Angst-heavy, but thereās always a flicker of hope in the dark
Canon-inspired, but emotionally deeper (I love character study)
If youāve ever wanted to cry, heal, and scream at the same timeā¦ thatās kind of what I do.
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š¬ A few things:
Youāre safe here. I mean it. This blog is for the outcasts, the quiet ones, the neurodivergent souls, and the ones who feel too much.
I talk openly about trauma and mental health, always with care and honesty.
I donāt tolerate hate, ableism, or queerphobia in any form. Be kind.
Reblogs and comments make my eyes sparkle with joy āØ
Iām always happy to get Sonic/Tails headcanons or fic ideas in my inbox š„¹
āļø My Fanfic's (so far!):
LONG FICS!!
ā Spirals (NEW VERSION)
ā People trusts Sonic to save the world, but everyone relies on Tails to fix it. Unless there comes a time when he can't.
SERIES!!
ā 30 Days (2 PARTS)
ā Sonic has 30 days left to breathe. And Tails will have 30 days to breathe without. How can you let go the ones that you love most?
ONESHOTS!!
ā Beginnings (HOW SONIC AND TAILS MET)
ā Sonic liked to think heād seen it all. Ever since that first blow-up with Eggman, surprises just became part of the gig. But nothing quite prepared him for this. Not the rumors, not the crash, not him.
ā Touch (SONIC TOUCH-STARVED IN FRONTIERS)
ā Sonic used to feel things - really feel them But he didnāt realize how much he needed it until it was gone.
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I'm going to make a new tumblr blog soon as I need to rebrand myself as I just don't like how it is working and I wanna move to focus on writing stuff since the Tumblr algorithm hates me to bits.
When I do, I will have a link to it so that you guys can transfer (or not). Thank you so much :3
@fandombead @feligayzed @eyydhyeet @instaquarius-blogs @raidendefender @keebwee @crazyhalf2 @thefanvideoer and I'm not sure who else of my mutuals write? š Feel free to join in and tag me! Would love to see!
OK without further ado! Here I go.
1 - "The Call of the Wind. "- Sonic (Unbreakable Bond)
Wind.
An element of nature.
Nothing was ever as free as the wind. Never.
Harsh, invisible to the eye and fast, that you never would expect it nor see it coming.
Unstoppable.
That was how it felt the first time he saw him. A blue, fast blur in a blink of an eye getting him free from the grasp of the bullies that would never let him go.
He might not have had the slightest clue what happened at that moment, but he was smart enough to know a chance when he saw it.
So he took it.
Taking the remains of his creations he ran away, ran away as fast as he could, without a goal. He didn't have any clue where he was going, nor why, but.
He knew from that momentā¦ that he would always follow the wind.
ā¦
However.
Despite everything, as was expected.
The wind wasn't that easy to follow.
Nor to find.
He would find caves, rivers, walk for days and find absolutely nothing. Anything could have been better than the nothing he received as proof to find his saviour
Sometimes, the rational part of him made him think that he was probably delirious. The slightest idea of an imaginary friend in the form of a blue wave of wind after being by himself for so long didn't seem too far from that speculation.
But thenā¦ Why did the bullies disappear? The little pieces of metal stared at him from one of the rocks close to the caveās entranceā¦
A sudden chilly breeze of cold air struck from there too, making him clench his teeth and embrace himself with his tail.
ā¦Tails.
ā¦
He had to keep looking.
~*******~
Secondly, and based on my dear friend's (fandombead) fic "imagi-cation getaway", which fic's name I have her to thank too.
2 - Night of Furbies Revenge. - Sanders Sides
ā'That's not too creative", he chuckled.ā
That was the line. The one line that came back to Romanās mind with a wave of regret, when a seemingly challenge from a mocking comment he said had gotten them in this situation.
He had no one but himself to blame, and he didn't even have time to be mad about it before the consequences had already gotten him to tense and wait in silence once more. He genuinely hoped this house wasn't as weak as it looked, but the internal annoying Logan in his head wouldn't leave him alone by reminding him how dry the wood it was made with wasā¦
This wasn't the worst part, and not remotely something random either: he was on the sketching part of the idea, helped design the creatures, the puzzles, the traps- heck, the house itself, even!
But maybe he should have thought it twice when he gave Remus full liberty when creating most of the creatures for this activity that was supposed to be part of a relaxing and nice trip.
If he had only been more careful, if he had only been able to control his brother- they were working together on this, right? The fact that he had to separate from the others- in that way, he was getting really bad at the ābeing the heroā gameā¦was all Remus did with him an act? Did he really offend Remus when he told him that? Or was Remus playing with them? Wellā¦neither of them were exclusive with someone like Remus, but-
Whatever, he didn't have time to complain about that now, and feeling guilty wouldn't fix anything. He was on a mission, to save someone from the very thing that he started.
Taking a deep breath, and then gulping, he took his sword and made an attempt to keep moving once he looked around in case anything was going to get him.
He slowly tiptoed near the wall, trying to make sure he wouldn't step on any carnivorous floorboard or crash with a floating furniture while he wasn't looking up-
As surprising as that might sound, this was nothing close to what was actually worrying him as the reason why he was here right now.
The reminder of that came right then from an unnatural, tiny voice just behind him.
The Distortion World,where all physics and scientific facts were to shatter.
This dark,cold, insane place, once forced to be received as a punishment,now its prisoner has willingly learnt to call homeā¦
Giratina,the Guardian of the other World.
How long has it been?
Days? weeks? months?
Years? ā¦
However long it wasā¦he didn't care anymore.
Because it didn't matter anymoreā¦
It never didā¦
Some time has passed since Giratina successfully managed to break the barrier between this World and the other, with the one and inexcusable intention of taking control over itā¦
He betrayed himself for his own anger and desire for revenge against the 2 pokemons who he once used to call siblings.
And gave his all to a scientist whose intention was anything but using him for their own purposes.
Giratina's anger has been the only thing that, for centuries ,allowed him to still feel alive in a really hurtful and consuming way while taking his punishment after all the aggression he showed to others, for what others thought was irrational. Dialga and Palkia, both guardians and his siblings, sealed him, and his anger towards them both awakened something inside him that he didn't know he had, and got stronger and stronger as long time passed. When the scientist appeared calling him a Lord and seemingly having the answers he so needed to finally make all people that have forgotten him in the dark pay...he couldn't resist.
He HATED them,he NEEDED to make them pay.
This was what he had been wishing for so long.
ā¦
But nowā¦
That has died.
He didn't feel that anger anymore...not towards humans,not towards the scientist,not towards his siblings..
Butā¦. towards himself.
With the hate towards others ,that motivated him to live in this prison for so long, gone...he hated no one else but himself.
Looking back to his own actions,there was no point.
There was never one.
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And, that's it! Thank you so much for reading and hope you enjoy! XD
Uhm... I only have one WIP and three published fics with one being a one shot so I'M JUST GONNA PUT THOSE uhm...
The first one is my first Sonic movie fic "Tagged Foreign", the second is a one shot I did on a whim for 4th of July, another is a whump long fic where Sonic goes through 'the horrors' and then an unpublished Sonadow fic that I'll get through someday........
and tags, @lucidheart3 @niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian @brainworms-all-night-long if you have any
HERE THEY GO (I'm just gonna add a few lines I like not exactly the first lines sooooo...)
Tagged Foreign
Sonic only knew one thing. His head hurt. āOwwwww,ā he groaned, sitting up. He squinted at the brightness of the place he was in. Is it morning? Sonic put his hand to his head, feeling the aching pain. āI probably have a concussion.ā
āSO YOU DO TALK,ā said an old, gravelly voice. At the sound, Sonic immediately opened his eyes all the way and glanced around his surroundings. They were in a room with glossy wooden plank walls, the wood grains clear in a lamplit room. The old man was standing a few feet away, his shotgun pulled across his chest. The last thing that registered was the thin wire rectangles connected all around him, making a large wire cage.
āHelloā¦?ā he said, more like a question.
āDonāt get soft with me. Youāre lucky youāre not dead with a hit in the head like that,ā The old man answered.
āW-What are you going to do with me?ā Sonic asked in a small voice, standing up, head skimming the top of the kennel.
āIām not going to do anything with you, Iāve already called animal control. Theyāll come and take care of you, whatever you are,ā Crazy Carl said, gesturing his shotgun in his direction. Sonic flinched at the gesture. His knees felt weak as panic gripped him.
āAn-Animal control? L-Like, take me in a cage, animal control?ā He stuttered, trying to keep his voice from cracking.
āTheyāll probably set you loose somewhere out there,ā he said, nodding toward the window. It was still dark outside, close to midnight.
āHow l-long ago did you call?ā Sonic said.
āAbout 15 minutes ago probably.ā
āIf I promise to not bother you again, w-will you let me go?ā He said, a twinge of hope at the end of his question.
āNo can do,ā the old man answered, āare you even from around here?ā
āLook, I canāt get caught, Iām not that old, I canāt do any damage! Iāve been living here for years! No one needs to know about this! Please! I-ā Sonics rambling stopped short when he saw bright headlights come through the window. Blue lighting sparked off his quills as terror completely gripped him. He looked between the wall separating the front door and Crazy Carl. His rapid heart sped faster as the old man glanced at him and headed towards the door.
āNonononononono,ā Sonic fumbled to try to unlock the hinge of the cage, but the latch was secured closed. He fell back onto the wire floor of the cage onto the coffee table it was sitting on. He was panting heavily as the cage seemed to close in around him. Green eyes met the three people coming around the corner of the small hallway.
Sonic's first official 4th of July
Sonic sat on the couch, watching TV. The sun was setting in a few hours and Tom and Maddie had gone on a last minute shopping trip. Sonic had asked but they wouldnāt tell him what for. His ears pricked as a loud boom sounded in the distance. He whipped around, looking out the window. The slowly oranging sky showed through the trees. He turned back around after a minute, dismissing the sound. People went hunting all the time around here.
Tom and Maddie came back after about ten more minutes. Sonic hopped up, zipping to the front door. āSooo, whatās with all the secrecy?ā Sonic asked.
Tom lugged a big box up the stairs. āItās 4th of July dude!ā he huffed. Sonic cocked his head.
āItās the day America became a country. People set off fireworks and stuff,ā Maddie told him, scruffing the fur of his head as she passed him.
āOh.ā
Sonic remembered how people set off fireworks.
Sonic didnāt exactly like fireworks.
Trapped and Cornered
Sonic stood in front of a large concrete fortress, standing in a defiant position. Giant mushrooms crested over the horizon, giving the air an orange tint. Machinery buzzed inside as Sonic stayed planted outside the large metal doors. The doors slowly hissed open, revealing multiple egg shaped robots hovering above the ground.
They looped around him, pushing him forward into the building. He didnāt resist. He walked into the building, keeping a few feet in front of the drones. They directed him down hallway after hallway, twisting his sense of direction until he didnāt know where he was anymore. They finally stopped in front of a pair of doors. They slid open, showing a dark room illuminated by a bunch of computer screens.
A chair sat menacingly in front of the screens, showing nothing but a dark silhouette. Sonic stepped into the room, anxiety running under his fur. The doors slid shut behind him, and he jumped at the sound.
āI didnāt think youād be so jumpy,ā said a voice in the chair. Sonic glared at the silhouette, electricity cracking around his fist.
āTurn. Around.ā he growled, taking a step forward. The chair slowly turned, showing the manās face.
āHeya,Ā dudeĀ ,ā the man said menacingly.
āSo youāve gone bald, Eggman? Really suits you. Try to keep the theme going, huh?ā Sonic quipped, smirking cockily. The figure in the chair didnāt answer immediately. Sonicās smile wavered, falling off his face after a moment. āWhat did you want from me?ā he asked, worry slightly creeping into his tone.
āYou love your quote unquote āfamilyā, right?ā He asked, standing up from the chair and stalking closer. Sonic finally got a good look at his face. His muschache bushed out from his face. Sonic took a small step back as he approached, just to bump into a drone floating behind his head. He stood his ground as Robotnik closed in on him.
āOf course I do,ā he said, narrowing his eyes at him.
āAnd you wouldnāt want anythingĀ badĀ to happen to them, would you?ā Robotnik said quietly, leaning closer. Sonicās eyes widened, fear unfurling in his chest.
āWhat do you want from me?ā he growled out again. Robotnik smirked this time.
āHow bout a deal?ā he nearly whispered.
āAnd if I refuse?ā
āItās not that hard to find where you live in a small town like that."
I don't know the fricken name for this one, but Sonadow
Sonic sat up, watching the sun dip into the ocean. He stood up after a moment, extending his paw towards the darker hedgehog.
āI still beat you,ā he said.
Shadow rolled his eyes, but took his hand anyway. āYou have to stop.ā
āYou wonāt make me,ā Sonic purred, tucking his muzzle under Shadowās chin. He grunted but didnāt protest. They hadnāt let go of each otherās hands as they stared at the sun melting into the water. Shadow tipped his head, bumping it into Sonic's shoulder. He leaned back, a smile still pulled across his muzzle. They watched the sun sink over the horizon. Their hands stayed together, one thumb rubbing the back of anotherās hand. Shadow closed his eyes, nuzzling the side of his head against Sonicās. He could feel him purring as he looked over at him.
His eyes didnāt leave his face as they stood like that. Warmth grew in his chest as the sun turned to a sliver.
Movement suddenly caught in the corner of his eye.
Sonic looked down behind them, seeing green leaves blooming out of the ground. His brow furrowed as more leaves slowly uncurled. He was so confused. His ears flattened as smaller flowers bloomed around a large bud.
Shadow opened his eyes, feeling Sonic stiffen.
āUhhā¦ā Sonic confusion turned to scared dread as the large bud opened.
The leaves opened, flattening onto the ground.
An egg sat in the middle of the leaves.
Blue and red swirled together over the shell.
āUhh, Shads?ā Sonic said, grabbing his attention. Shadow met his eyes before following his gaze to the ground.
The sun slipped over the horizon as his eyes widened.
Thanks for the tag, @crazyhalf2 ,beware this is gonna get preeeeettty long!
1. Delicacy, chapter 1:
The pitter patter of the raindrops on her room's window wakes Amy up this morning. Groogily,she opens her eyes and pries herself away from her warm,comfy bed.She checks the clock to see it's seven a.m., one hour earlier than when she usually wakes up. Her hazy gaze finds her calender, and notices today's date,circled by her blue pen.
It's Sonic's b-earthday today.
2. Rolling 'till the stars in the sky,babe I'm home
My existence in the vast space isā¦ quite lonely. There is no air in here, no warmth. Iād shiver if I had skin and bones.
But Iām warm, scorching, even. A striking enigma to the space that surrounds me. I brighten the darkness. I burn from inside in ice. I have the whole universe circling me, Iām closer to dreams like no one had ever been.
Yet, it all feels hollow.
Because Iām alone. Nearest neighbour is lightyears away. There is no sound in here, just echoes from within.
3. Nebula's Elegy
We canāt stop the cannon from firingā¦ā
āBut we can steer it away from Earth!ā
Making up their minds, the two geniuses are quick to attempt turning the death ray away. Yet the control panel is unresponsive to their attempts, somehow locked to any outside intervation.
āThis canāt be!ā Tails shouts with despair, his voice cracks as tears threaten to fall.
āThat old stinky egg! He made sure we wouldnāt be able to save the world!ā Ivo says, but still tries to get into the systems.
4. There for you
Tails likes to think he knows Sonic very well. Like the fact he loves bubble baths, how he talks to himself when he thinks no oneās around, the way his gaze lingers on, with a little, peaceful smile on his face when they all lounge in living room together.
And last but not least, Tails certainly knows which expression Sonic makes when he is curious about something. His face lits up, eyes are wide and sparkling as his lips part, words eager to come out. Right now,the suspecting victim is Tails.Yes,Tails knows how the saying goes, it should be āunsuspectingā victim but it doesnāt quite fit the situation as Tails knows what is coming for him all to well.
5. The Empath (warning:blood)
Amy stands in the middle of flames,surrounded by all direction. Her mother appears before her, smiling as she is swallowed up by flames and reduced to ashes in seconds. Then her father, and all her brothers and sisters meet the same fate, and she watches. Her skin is licked by fire that doesnāt burn, but scars. She screams, swallowing nothing but smoke,and she wants out out out. Her body is warm but her insides have gone cold. She is ruthless, as she attacks one more scavenger, seeing his head get crushed under her vengeful hands. Blood and brain spills all over the ground, all over her village and her home, like Laylaās cup she crushed with her strong grip.
It all breaks, burns and bleeds.
6. The Firewalker
Scent of smoke tickles her nose, and Amy jumps down from the tree she climbed up to place the little baby bird back to her nest. She makes her way out of the forest, only to see the smoke swirling in air. Her throat aches and she coughs as her steps pick up speed and she follows the smoke. The smoke turns into flames that the breeze carry and hit her skin, spreading a kind of warmth that suffocates. Then she sees the epicenter of the fire, and her breath hitches on her throat.
Itās her village.
7. How (not) to get to know your sons
Tom lays down to the soft couch, letting out a sigh once his head hits the pillow. He lazily zaps through channels, just searching for a good background noise for his quiet Sunday afternoon, which has been a rare treasure to experience ever since Sonic crashed into their lives and brought Tails and Knuckles along shortly after. Now, donāt get him wrong, he would die and kill for his sons, but boy do they tire him sometimes. So, he closes his eyes, half listening to the documentary about foxes.His sleep is almost lost when he hears foxes eat hedgehogs and echidnas, and he decides itās enough nature documentary for today and shuts off the television. He is quick to slip into a peaceful slumber after that.
8.Pen Pals
"A letter?! Sis, come quick! It's from Toronto!"
A girl looking the same age as him shouts, snatching the piece of paper from the mail box. An older girl comes out, and Sonic bows down so that the bush before him hides him better.The younger girl gives her the letter, jumping up and down impatiently as the other rips the envelope and skims over the content, brows furrowed.
"What?" The younger asks, finally standing still. The other responds with squeels and embraces her, shouting for their parents.
"I'm accepted!" She cries with joy, and Sonic frowns.
"Who is this Toronto guy and why does it make them happy that he accepted her?" Sonic questions, his hand on his chin, then shrugs.
9.Replacement
Sonic reluctantly opens his eyes, and the sunshine filtering through the round window above him forces him to close them back. He stifles a yawn and wonders what time is it. Last night, in a true Wachowski fashion, Sonic and his parents stayed up, talking about the battle and everything leading up to it. So it wouldnāt surprise him if itās afternoon already. The house is suspiciously quiet, and he can feel his hands tremble.
10. Visions Of What We Could Be
āNick, cāmon! We have to return to dadās side.ā Andrew says to him, trying to drag him away from where he is glued on the glass between them and a bunch of newborn babies.
āBut I wanna see Miles!ā He whines, standing on his toes so that he can see the babies in the back, but he fails to recognize any that might be his baby brother.
And that's a wrap! Thanks anyone who read all of this lol
Thank you so much, @lucidheart3 for tagging me. (I have like, 5 works so uh, don't mind me, also doing the first few lines). Anyways, let's do this!
Touch
He used to feel things, really feel them. The weight of arms thrown around him in relief, the excited grip of a friend who just needed to know he was real, alive,Ā still here. Even those weird little alien āWisps, whateverātheyād perch on his shoulders like it meant something, like he was safe. He never liked it. Not really. Back then, he couldnāt stand physical contact. Always moving, always dodging. It felt awkward. Unnecessary.
But he didnāt realize how much he needed it until it was gone.
2. Beginnings
Sonic liked to think heād seen it all. Ever since that first blow-up with Eggman, surprises just became part of the gig. But nothing quite prepared him for this.Ā
Not the rumors, not the crash, notĀ him.
3. Spirals
Thoughts. Frantic. Uncertain. Overwhelming.
Dragging a young, innocent soul into a spiral of panic.
4. Faded
I can't breathe.
There's fire in my lungs
and my chest burns in agony.
Desperate to gasp for air.
5. Dynasty
āCome on, guys! Our destiny awaits!ā
Sonic darted through the bushes and trees, wind whistling through his blue quills, setting him free. Heād tucked his speed away in the castleās hallways, behind its stone walls and watchful eyes. But here, in the forest, it rushed through him like wildfire. Out here, nothing could stop him. Nothing at all.
And that is it! Thanks so much if you read it, it makes me stim (in a good way).
Tags: @0vergrowngraveyard @myymi (i may need more friends i swear).
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š¹ Royal intrigue with āØmagicāØ
š¹ Childhood trauma in a cool medieval mirror frame
š¹ Found family thatās stillā¦ finding
š¹ Royal secrets that could get you executed
š¹ The slow unraveling of identity
š¹ AND a world where Sonic and Tails are not brothers but š something else entirely...
Youāre gonna love Dynasty.
Chapter Oneās out now. Proceed with caution and tissues.
I know that only a few of you actually read my vent posts at all but, I think this is important for me to say this.
For the last couple of months, my anxiety has been super bad. I would have random anxiety attacks at school or at home but, would often surpress/mask them so people don't see how messed up I am. My anxiety has never been this bad and I'm usually the sunshine person but, it turns out that pretending leads to more anxiety, as well as family issues too.
I thought I could just pretend more and then... I started developing tics. No, I was never born with a tic disorder. I have just developed last month, jerking my head to the side or twitches, which would happen out of nowhere. In public and at home. I ticced once in front of my parents as it was really bad and all I got was "It's just muscle pain, stop faking it." As if I wanted attention. I didn't want attention. I never like being the spotlight. I would rather be the audience anyways.
School is coming up faster than a thought, leading me to having a real bad tic episode and anxiety attack just an hour ago. I don't know what is happening to me and I don't know if I can keep up masking at all. I'm not asking for help, I'm just asking for people at least be nice about it. Please. I know I'm different and mentally disabled but, I want to be treated as a person. I need kindness and affection at this point but, I have no people to go up to. Either they hate me or they have something going on. I never knew this world could be such a lonely and hatred place.
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So this has been sitting heavy on my heart, and I just wanted to share it.
Over the past few months, three different freelance artists have reached out to me because of my fanficsājust from reading them. One reached out earlier this year, and two more messaged me recently after I posted the prologue of my Sonic fic Spirals. Likeā¦ just the prologue.
They all said really kind things. They loved the story. They said it gave them visual ideas. One wanted to do a cover. Another imagined it as a comic.
Butā¦ in the end, none of them replied after I let them know I couldnāt pay. š I get itāfreelance artists need to make a living. Thatās completely valid. But I canāt lieāit stings a little. Especially when youāre a broke 15-year-old kid just trying to write with your whole soul and a head full of stories.
But honestly? I still feel proud. Likeā¦ three different people saw my writing and wanted to create with me. Thatās amazing. That tells me that maybe, someday, when I do find someone whoās just as passionate as I amāsomeone who wants to make something just for the love of itāwe could build something incredible.
If I ever do find an artist or team whoās open to passion projectsā¦
Oh man. Iād make the games, the comics, the animated shows I dream about. Weād be like a little creative team. Just people who love Sonic. People who want to make stories that hit hard and stay soft.
I might not have money. But I have vision. I have heart. And most of allāI have stories I need to tell.
So yeah. Hereās to future collabs, future comics, and future creative soulmates. š
Also, questions to you all: Is this normal for freelance artistis to reach out to fanfic writers or... is it just me?
Waking up to a world of silence.
The silence is too loud.
Drowning in the depths of despair,
with only white noise.
I'mĀ
alive.
I'm alive, at least.
Ocean-blue eyes land on me.
āSonic!ā
He calls my nameā
worry washing over his face like a storm.
Tails.
My little brother.
My sunshine.
My shadow.
So many questions bloom in my head,
but I ask only one:
āHow did I get here?ā
No response.
Doctors step into the room,
gently asking the kit to wait outside.
He listens.
He looks at me one last time,
slowly turning to leaveā
his eyes still on mine,
trembling.
Worried.
I shouldnāt make him worry.
ThatāsĀ myĀ job.
The doctors speak in fragments,
words I donāt understand.
But the tone.
The signs.Ā
The warning.
Iām not just sick.
IāmĀ
unwell.
Lung cancer, they say.
I have
thirty
days.
Thirty
days
left
to
live.
It hits meā
fractured heart,
lungs grasping for air,
crimson spilling from within.
Cries.
Painful cries.
I hear them faintly.
Thirty
days
left to breathe.
That's all I can think about.
I'm not the one to think about
the what if's and what's behindĀ Ā
But thirty days
until death itself
swallows me whole
into the kind shadows
thatĀ Ā theyĀ Ā callĀ Ā home?
An escape from reality.
Free from pain.
Yet my soul still too young.
I don't wanna go.
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Medical papers I crumble,
into my backpack.
I walk out with my little brother.
With style.Ā
With joy.
Like I never heard of death before.
Tails asks in curiousity,
"What did the doctor's say?"
My breathe hitches.
Push all worry down.
Push all feelings about me down.
"I just didn't drink enough water, that's all,"
I lie through my teeth.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā
Can't let the kit worry me.
Not now.
Not ever.
The fox nods and I sigh in relief.
...
I hope my last breath is a last sigh of relief.
Fanfic by thesillyfreak (ao3)
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I can't breathe.
There's fire in my lungs
and my chest burns in agony.
Desperate to gasp for air.
Collaspe on the lush, green pillow
that beckons me to rest with ease.
Vision blur.
Body weakens.
A familiar, sweet voice echoes in my head
but the words blend in like static radio.
Throat raw and dry.
Exhausted.
I thought that death was goingĀ
to take me with its delicate hands today.
Perhaps it nearly did.
Why
can't
I
breathe?
I've heard social media talk about a Shadow spin-off. I'm not too against the idea, but I am saddened Tails couldn't get one or is even getting talk if getting one. I'd imagine if Tails would get a spin-off, maybe it would be some sort of Sonic and Tails one where we see their bond grow and/or see how more of an important part Tails is in Team Sonic? I'm not sure, but I would like to hear about your thoughts on it!
I like to share my thoughts sometimes, so thanks for the question!
I do am excited about the Shadow spin off, no worries. But I have to admit the recent lack of content around Tails has been scratching me on my heart lately and I'm not the only one who noticed it. Shadow is a very popular character, but the way his position is now next to Sonic and Knuckles irks me. He is supposed to be the lone wolf, only holding trust in his most powerful companions Rouge and Omega. In a competing game like Sonic Racing, I don't mind that, but seeing him team up with the others so casually and leaving out Amy and Tails by Sonic's side is like taking away a huge portion of what these characters were established within the connection to the main character.
Tails Lack of screen time is a alreday a huge portion. And that's even more wasteful since he's actually written so well in the movies. But popular characters are favoured and Tails isn't one of them. Knuckles stole the show. It made the movie very interesting nevertheless and it had its reasons to be here. But if we took a look at the storyboard, it wasn't planned the way it was for Tails at all but time crunch got in the way to full explore his character. Sonic movie 3 gave him a lot more screen time, but once again the majority of people only appreciated the Shadow moments. Tails was mainly the "go figure it out guy", which is a major part of his character but not necessarily the only thing he can do. Having him go jump from space to save Sonic was a great move to show his confidence, but again, the media only focused on Knuckles in that scene.
Tails simply lacks focus in the Sonic media's. If he does something great, it's always overshadowed by the more mundane characters, favoured by the community. If you want to fix this, you need to give Tails a moment without anyone else around. To show off his true potential and his growth, games, series, spin offs and so on. He's player 2 and he deserves his place near Sonic.
Its thanks to the 2010 ear thay Tails took such a downgrade in the favouritism, but with Sonic Frontiers win and its establishments for these Characters future, I hope to see Tails character shine more in future games. Now with Ian Flynn on board (who understands every character, especially Tails really good) I have zero worries that it'll not look good. I have hope that he could become a favourable influence for younger and older audiences, if writers would just give him the opportunity and chance to show off his skills and what makes him so beloved by others anyways.
I want the Tails series to explore his character more, his struggles in his past, how he learned about Sonic and came to him, how he learns about being part of a family. How he helps people around their village with his gadgets and talents and how even he needs to face a challenge more bigger than him without the help of his friends. His own enemy that he needs to take down in his own ways. I would love to help finalise this idea, maybe one day I get the chance to show off my knowledge about these characters in ways more than just for me.
That is so true! Like, yeah, a Shadow spin-off will be so cool but, just thinking about how much Tails' character lacks focus on Sonic media (curse you 2010's era). I also really like Sonic Movie 3 no worries but, I noticed that Tails is just there, just filler. Just there to fix stuff or do tech. Like, NO! He isn't the sideline character, stop doing that to him! I mean, they could easily make a Tails game of him going on his own adventure as Sonic Frontier's set that perfectly but, that will be unlikely. I can imagine a Tails movie spin-off show will be during the Knuckles series timeline (confusing but, here me out). So, basically, when Knuckles goes to Wade and does his own thing, maybe Sonic and Tails are like goofing around like brothers until maybe Tails gets lost or kidnapped by a new enemy (could tie into G.U.N etc if needed) and Tails has to beat the enemy, confronts his past (maybe he goes back to his old home or something) while Sonic has his only mini character arc about family and trying to find Tails. Also showing how the bond is super important since a big part of Tails' character is about his bond with his big brother. The idea is rough but, it's something.
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There's fire in my lungs
and my chest burns in agony.
Desperate to gasp for air.
Collaspe on the lush, green pillow
that beckons me to rest with ease.
Vision blur.
Body weakens.
A familiar, sweet voice echoes in my head
but the words blend in like static radio.
Throat raw and dry.
Exhausted.
I thought that death was goingĀ
to take me with its delicate hands today.
Perhaps it nearly did.
Why can't I breathe?
TOTALLY NOT SONIC DYING OR WHATEVER! Anyways, writing a fic that I will post soon - it is a verse kind of thing and written in first person (no hitting me for being different. I am experimenting).
My reaction: Oops? Look, I just gotta write angst, ok?
