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Sorry

Sorry i havent been posting much, all ive been drawing CANT be uploaded here uwu

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what they lookin at

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Espios a reptile :3

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kinda sussy?

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Protective GF

yes she's being impaled

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RAAAH

Might only draw the Girls 0-0

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I made WOMEN aka i suck at drawing men :)

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Espilver week day 4: -Free- (Support)

Volante au (Pilot Silver and Chaotix as a band)

Big thanks to @seaweedraindraws for coming up and sharing this au✨

The Chaotix weren't a very popular band, they were aware of that, but that's what made them appreciate their fans even more. As selfish as it was though, for one of the band members only one fan mattered. And looking at their pilot during a concert, calling out his name with a big smile and eyes shining like stars, filled him with all the support he needed.

They had been looking for a place for a long time, so when a small club offered their cramped but decent enough stage, they agreed to give a concert almost immediately. They weren't known by many, so there probably wouldn't be a big crowd. They didn't mind, heck, they preferred to not have a bunch of crazy fanatics and just be heard by people that actually appreciated their work. But sometimes they couldn't help but wonder how it'd be to be more popular.

The most reserved member in the band was the one to think about it the least, when it came to unknown people. He really didn't care that much for fans. He was thankful for their support and enthusiasm, yes, but he wasn't searching for their attention at all, so he wouldn't have any reaction at all if he didn't have any followers that liked him and his way of playing or singing specifically.

With only one exception: the young optimistic pilot.

It had been a while since the hedgehog had started excitedly working with them, expecting many adventures and stories to live, maybe tell in the future. It had been just a bit less of time since he became infatuated with that pure smile and those big bright eyes.

While everyone was preparing themselves and the stage, he cautiously peeked at his current interest. He was sitting at one of the few tables, old but still presentable, chuckling while the youngest members of the team were pasting little stickers on his face, distracting themselves a little from their postcard notebook project. The small bee laughed with a bit of malice while the young squirrel seemed a bit worried but having a blast nonetheless. Those three had been having a lot of fun taking pictures and decorating the pilot's recently bought notebook with stickers and doodles.

The chameleon couldn't stop an endeared smile from appearing on his face. It wasn't that he disliked showing emotions or that he had a hard time expressing them, but he usually tried to keep a semblance of maturity and calmness. A large grin and slightly tinted cheeks made it too obvious how much of a fool in love he was, and he didn't really want the others to know that.

But of course, some of them had noticed, Mighty’s fake awkward cough and Vector’s knowing smirk told him so. He grumbled a bit, his skin redder than before, mixing with his bright pink scales, averting his embarrassed gaze to the ground and trying to adjust one of the microphones correctly. He should be better at hiding his feelings, but it was almost impossible when his mind and heart were almost entirely filled with the hedgehog.

He sighed. The other really was too dear to him now. Seeing him there, supporting the band more as a fan, as a friend, it was strange. In a good way. It made him feel a lot of joy, and a lot of nervousness too.

He didn't wonder how it'd be to be more popular, to gain more fans that admired him in particular. He selfishly desired for their newest member to only look at him. He felt bad about it, always sounding so evil in his mind, but he just wanted to have the same importance as the hedgehog was to him.

So when the night came and he was performing with the rest in the scenario, when his yellow eyes found golden ones, staring at him, shining for him, and the slightly raspy voice called his name with joy, his heart fluttered like never before. The beating in his chest was stronger than the drums behind him, louder than the speakers at their sides, faster than any time he sang and played for the crowd. For a moment, everything was muffled, everything stopped, all that was present was him at the stage, and the silvery pilot in front of him.

Out of habit, he kept singing, not wanting the effort all his friends made to go to waste, but the look they were sharing never broke. In his mind, he was singing to him, everyone else was just a witness. He gave it his all for him, he let himself be loud and expressive for him. Because he didn't think of all the fans he might have then, or how many he might have in the future. It didn't matter.

All the fan support he needed was Silver and his happiness.

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dude oh my god how did i never post this

(this is kinda old, i think i posted it on my old account before it was deleted)

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hes always full of surprises 🤨

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For the espilverers out there

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For the espilverers out there

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Day 7 was Fortune :)

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