#baby tails

[tornado1992]

Sonic dressing up baby Tails in something like this

[0vergrowngraveyard]

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[000marie198]

What were to happen if Sonic and Tails both became babies? Y'know, besides Knuckles and Amy having to wrangle their clingier than usual sibs.

Imagine two gremlin twin kittens who just got reunited staring at you with these faces:

:3 :3

Moments before disaster strikes

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But this happens after they are placed in the same space together and make friends.

The first instinct of baby Tails would be to pounce on his fellow age mate cuz he wanna play

The first instinct of Sonic would be to yip in terror and roll away from the fox and tremble while still curled up in a teeny ball. He won't know it but his action will make baby Tails pause and tilt his head in confusion and then curiously approach the still trembling ball to nudge it. It pricks him due to quills and he also yips and scuttles away, then whimpers and sniffs, holding his bleeding snout.

The hedgehog, recognizing the sounds as expressions of pain and fear and not sensing anything else for a full minute uncurls slightly to make a little peek at the kit, he's cautious but also curious.

They don't really have the memories of their lives but the general instincts and bonds are there and seeing the teary blue eyes and soft sad sniffles... Little hoglet is not able to handle it and uncurls completely and whimpers too.

He hurt the other. He doesn't want the other to be hurt. He's really sorry he hurt the other.

Little hoglet stumbles towards the sniffling kit and pats him with his little paws over and over till baby Tails stops tearing up with a hiccup and stares curiously at the hoglet.

Baby Sonic let's out an open mouthed smile. Tails gets curious and comes closer, which reactivates the hedgehog instincts and Sonic rolls away again.

Baby Tails realizes the other one can get scared if he comes close without warning or pounces so he doesn't do that. He just sits and waits, tails lightly swishing back and forth, watching baby Sonic till he calms down and uncurls, meeting the fox replicating his earlier smile.

Big wide eyes staring at each other and slowly they both become comfortable enough to actually start communicating, in babbles and gestures but it's still communication.

In a while, Sonic's stomach growls, he has always had higher metabolism okay. Baby Tails starts sniffing around to find him something to eat. He sniffs something he likes, FLIES OUT OF THE PEN, locates a cookie and brings it to Sonic. The hoglet muches on it and offers it to Tails after 3 or 4 bites. Tails also munches on cookie.

They start competing on who can munch louder, it's a miracle one of them hasn't choked on a crumb while giggling so much.

They bond over chocolate cookie :]

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There's a lot more moments we can add afterwards, aka once the two have become friends. .

Both babies would literally have that package deal, Do Not Sperate level separation anxiety specifically and only when it comes to the other.

Knuckles would carry Tails away to feed him something and Sonic would start wailing and reaching, Tails doing the same. They are very loud and they won't shut up till you reunite them, which will end up in close hugs and sniffles

There was that one time Amy had to take Sonic away for a little bit to give him a bath and Knuckles had to fight to hold a frantic clawing fox kit away, especially when Sonic's cries of sorrow turned into screeches of fear. This was so not easy.

Tails bites both their older friends after that while Sonic naps in the background all freshened up and tidied.

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You cannot leave the babies unsupervised anywhere! They will work together to escape one way or another no matter where and they will drive everyone nuts looking for them only to be found inside a barely ajar cupboard with cereal scattered all around them and blinking like deer caught in a headlight.

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You give one of them a toy or teether or rattle and they'll fight over it and scream. Sighing, you take away the toys. Next time you make sure to give both of them identical toys. They still look at the other and try to snatch it, starting another fight.

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There are two gremlins rolling around and flying all over the house, getting into the craziest, unreachable places. Sonic just scuttled under the fridge, Tails is perched on a ceiling fan. Everything is scattered

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The next time baby Tails pounces on the hoglet to play with him, Sonic doesn't curl up in fear

[secondlandia]

Fun Fact! 4 Years Old is in the age range for afternoon naps.

So when Sonic first gets his little guy it’s very likely he still takes naps!

Ideas for that

1) When your abused by everyone on your island being unconscious for like an hour isn’t very safe, so Tails learned to hide very well for nap time. Thus for the first couple weeks with Sonic he just randomly disappears once a day then shows back up. Sonic has no idea what’s going on and is totally not freaking out.

2) Tails tries being tough and not napping while with Sonic cause he’s has to keep up, but toddler body betrays him. A confused Sonic randomly gets sleeping fox.

3) One day Sonics sitting down doing whatever, then Tails just crawls into his lap and falls asleep without a word. Sonic doesn’t cry at this show of complete and utter trust and comfort, no he doesn’t.

4) Sonics random naps originate from this time period. The best and most reliable way to get Tails down for his nap was to take one with him. Eventually Tails grow out of naps but Sonic didn’t.

Edit: the fourth one on

[samoirax]

There's literally no context, this idea just suddenly popped up in my head and I couldn't help but draw it... + that was a great comic practice.

Oh and the color palette here is mostly AI generated with DALL-E!

[weirdofish]

Came up with this right in the middle of EMDR therapy and decided it was too cute not to make right after

This will be my last Sonic-related submission for a while. Not only am I'm getting burned out but I want to make some Pokemon stuff. Don't worry, I made a side blog just for that right here:

If you're interested, feel free to check it out even though it's pretty barren right now XP.

[the-brucest-fan]

They didn't show us Baby Tails in the movie because he was so cute that he would've overshadowed the rest of the characters 🦊💛

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

Oh my word I just remembered a dream I had last night where I went into a room and Tails was there but he was a literal baby he was like 2-3 years old and was talking the way an actual toddler that age talks, and for some reason there was a bunch of little white flowers all over the ground and he was gathering them all up in a bunch and he was so happy and excited and could barely form his sentences but he was going to bring them to Sonic and he was telling me all about how excited he was to show them to Sonic and then he stood up and started running to the other room with them, but then he dropped some of them, and he was like "oh, noo," (in the toddler voice help) and started gathering them up and he kept dropping more. I don't remember much else but he was sooooo cute in the dream and I really wanna either doodle it or have someone else doodle it alskfnkandndna

BABY TAILS IS WAY TOO PRECIOUS 🥹💙💛

[sonicdrawsfast]

YOKAI AU DESIGNS, i have Sonadow done but i hate their designs so much so im gonna redo it. I find Knuckles funny. <3

[msvartzy]

Seriously why th does my sketches recive more likes than my actual work…..

[passionartx]

I’ve had this rough lil baby Tails doodle I did on my iPad since like March and figured I mainswell post him somewhere at least! :,) Soooo:

He’s just a silly lil guy <3 The littlest of littlest guys. There’s nothing like doodling and all of a sudden baby Tails appears on the screen.

[ Shout out to @myyla-x and @sociallyawkwardspoon who respectively said and I quote “if you don't post him i will /j” and “I would download tumblr just to see him on it”. It’s been like months but I got there eventually guy :,) <3 ]

[tornado1992]

The world does not deserve some things.

It doesn’t deserve destruction, hate or cruelty.

Sonic has known this for quite a while, being some sort of fighter for nature or a so called “protector” of it by a lot of people, he’s not so sure about that though.

Just as the world can be beautiful it can become dreadful, the world gives origin to everything in it, and that everything is part of the world itself.

The people that live in it are the part that shows the contrast the most clearly, just as some inhabitants are kind, take care of each other and enjoy the wonders it has to offer, there was a few of them that seemed to spite everything that wasn’t like them, everything they didn’t like, and everything that wasn’t theirs. Sonic knows that, he’s been fighting that enough time to be named a protector.

All things considered, to him the world still meant kindness, endless opportunities, adventure… and it meant freedom.

Then it meant something else.

Between all his fighting and running, he met and befriended a lot of the ones that called him a hero before he could even process the title, some of them energetic, some hotheaded, and some unbothered, they reminded him that even if there was despair or tragedy, the world he knew and loved was still there.

At least it was there to him.

Getting to know all the world meant getting almost as much deception and anger as happiness, every new place meant new sceneries, new ways, and new people, and he wouldn’t want it any other way. Even if it meant taking all the damage himself, getting to know everything personally was better than blindly trusting anything he was told, he knew it was worth it; he confirmed it when he went through one of the worst parts to find the absolute best one.

The place wasn’t even bad looking, the nature growing harmoniously beside the artificial work, it gave a peaceful kind of vibe, the people seemed kind and respectful, kids playing and chasing each other while adults looked out for them from afar, even welcoming him with open arms not caring if he was a stranger, “a united and caring community”, no sight of conflict or cruelty came to view, they didn’t seemed to have any hate in them. Only kind words and even warm chilli dogs greeted him. He thought this was the kind of place he would fight for.

That thought lasted less than an hour.

It really doesn’t take much longer than 10 minutes to completely change your perspective of a so called perfect community when after thirty minutes of an apparent peaceful environment you notice the sick looking child they suddenly chase down the woods so he doesn’t “steal their food and gives them bad fortune”. Sonic gives them a full minute of doubt, doubt to himself as what he’s hearing and seeing, because that can’t be right, because it must be a mistake. What reason could there be for a kid to “give bad luck”? Why would a kid need to “steal” food? And why would he be called a “curse”?

Some villager takes a long four minutes to explain the reason for all that, falling down to “that mutant was born with two tails”.

Sonic spends the next five minutes looking for the kid, and restraining himself from committing several crimes.

He had to focus, ending a full village’s whole career can wait, what cannot wait is the fox kit that just ran away from a group of kids leaving a trail of blood behind him. Even in the thick forest tundra it’s easy to see the big droplets of blood on the tree branches, the ground, and the tiny bush that kept trembling.

That’s where he found him.

A fox kit, didn’t looked any older than two, but by what he heard he could even be four. He looked way too tiny to be around four.

Big baby blue eyes greet him, a glassy sight, sorrow, confusion and sadness behind them.

The moment the fox noticed the speedster he tried to run, but the bush was too thick around him, and his back was facing a big tree log, he was trapped, the kid flinched every time he moved towards him, whined whenever Sonic rose to stand, and even started silently tearing up while curling around his tiny bruised body when he tried to reach for him. This kid thought Sonic wanted to hurt him.

How much does a kid has to suffer for his first reaction to some one approaching him being to cry, tremble and try to protect themselves?

Sonic can’t decide what enrages him more, the matted brown fur that surely must mean a long time without proper care for it, the bruised skinny body that trembled every few seconds as if it couldn’t stand by itself, the obviously recent bleeding nose that made the fox kit whimper every time he breathed, or the so clear loud sound of an empty stomach.

This was the result of long period of abuse and neglect, and by the way the kid hugged his twin tails while crying, Sonic would even call it torture.

Sonic couldn’t help him without getting close to him, but the kit wouldn’t let him near him without flinching. Putting the kid through more distress was not an option, but leaving him alone wasn’t one either, and the kid needed help, so he stayed. Sitting beside the trembling bush, taking watch in case some of those hollow hearted villagers came back while thinking of a way of helping the kid.

This is not the kind of help Sonic is used to offer, but he cannot just leave the kit alone. Even if he didn’t know anything about taking care of younger kids, even if his first aid kit was almost empty in his plane far away from him, even if the fox cried at the very sight of him, Sonic won’t leave him alone.

He doesn’t remember feeling like this before. Frustrating, he remembers some adults calling it, a feeling of helplessness, anger, and even sadness that consumes one self through the impossibility of effective action, in his case, the impossibility of helping.

And so he found himself, frustrated, sitting on the forest ground while rubbing his eyes with his hand, who knew, frustration is stressful; he kept at that for a few long minutes, until he felt a slight touch in his back. Finding those big blue eyes when he turned his head, a tiny gloveless paw patting him gently, careful with his quills but yet touching them, trying to comfort him.

This kid could barely stand, was obviously scared, at the verge of tears, and hurting from the beating the other kids gave him; and he was trying to make Sonic feel better.

It was clear now, they didn’t seemed to have any hate in them because they put all the cruelty and hatred in a kid, an innocent, tiny, and so kind hearted kid. The same village that greeted Sonic with kind words and offered him warm food was willing to let a literal toddler starve, if he wasn’t killed by the village’s youngest inhabitants first. All over something that wasn’t even bad, it wasn’t even his fault.

That won’t do.

Looking less distressed than before but still trembling wasn’t an ideal state to approach the twin tailed kit, but again, the kid needed help, the most urgent now being probably first aid, but Sonic sadly knew that the thing that would calm down the kid more would be something to eat.

Sonic offered him a smile, an attempt to soothe him, standing as slowly as he could not to scare the kid, and running as fast as his legs allowed him to return with four chili dogs was the game plan, managing to startle the kid a little bit with his rushed return, with the most difficult part of the plan being convincing the kid that the food was for him, that he could eat, that it wouldn’t hurt him, that Sonic wouldn’t hurt him.

Words might be useful to communicate that, but they just might, this kid was obviously casted away from society, who knew since when, he might not even understand him, well, if he used words that is, for now he hopes his smile would do (that and him eating a chili dog himself so the kit would know it’s safe).

It took a while, but it seemed like the fox’s empty stomach finally convinced him to eat, his hands trembling as he grabbed the supper, eyes getting a different kind of teary as he took his first bite, his twin tails wagging as he devoured his second chili dog.

Sonic wasn’t much of a baby person, sure they were cute and all he didn’t saw the big deal, all babies were the same. But seeing this little kid, a hurt toddler, starting to smile and wet his eyes over something as simple as warm food.. while a part of him was burning with rage, another part of him couldn’t help but think that he wanted to see this kid truly smile.

He wonders how could anyone see this kid with anything but love.

So he stayed around him, always with a smile, but even bandages, chili dogs, and big smiles couldn’t help much with the kids perspective of the word, much less the perception of himself.

The only world the fox knew before Sonic was a merciless one, rejection, hate and cruelty being its main traits, with bad people who would hunt him down, hit him and hurt him because he was the bad one, just for existing in the same time and place as all of them, but not being the same as them. He believed he really was the bad one for some time.

Sonic wouldn’t allow that for any longer, so he took the best part of the world with him and never planned to return it.

His life wasn’t the ideal deal for a toddler, he couldn’t give him a traditional family structure, a roof over his head, or a warm bed, but he also didn’t trusted anyone else to take care of him, he didn’t trusted the world to take care of him. So he would take the job himself, this kid wouldn’t go a day without warm food, he would never lack shelter, and as long as Sonic was around, he would always protect him.

But Sonic still was a hero.

Sonic fought and ran, ran and fought, and when the running and fighting from him alone seemed like not enough, the kit didn’t even doubted risking his own life to help him.

After a life of suffering, as little and scared as he was, at barely four years old, he still wanted to protect the world that wronged him.

The world doesn’t deserve this kid.

But it was the world itself that gave Sonic the title of protector, guardian, and hero; he knows there are things worth fighting for, far more than the things that wouldn’t deserve any kind of protection.

He won’t deny the title, ever.

Because even if some day everything around him comes down, everyone gets mad and bad, and his own hope is questioned, he’ll still have a reason to fight.

After all, this kid is his world.

[0vergrowngraveyard]

Can we get baby tails and werehog? (Biggest boy with littlest guy?)

big dog and his cub <3

[absurdcosmonaut]

See a lot of Sonic and gremlin Tails and thought up a funny “quick” fic:

Right, so… professor pickle, the scientist whom Tails entrusted Sonic in case of emergencies since the whole, y’know… Gaia… but that didn’t matter right now. Right now all he knew he needed to do was bring this last damn chaos emerald to the big-nosed oldie. He said he could reverse engineering the aging system to fully bring Tails back to his real age! He’d been running around for faaaaaaar too many months trying to locate the emeralds.

Chaos, could this elevator please go ANY FASTER????? His eye twitched as the elevator descended deep beneath the library into the archives of the library. One floor every ten seconds, he counted exactly. It was an old, rickety elevator that was painfully slow and waaaaaay too bumpy for his comfort, not doing his anxiety any favors. He reached into his quills, and pulled out the yellow chaos emerald, the last one he needed for the usual set of seven that were always a pain in the quills to find. (especially without your resident tech geek for aid) He’d had to use the ye old method of walking in the direction he felt a slight pull of chaos, not really the most reliable method on his best days, especially now that his senses have been dulled due to his brother’s gadgets that could pinpoint the location of them down to the exact blade of grass. Oh, right… Tails… this was all for him, and the kid wasn’t even with him… suddenly all the anxiety was replaced with a longing. He looked down from the emerald he held in his palm down to his feet.

He’d left the kid with Amy and the Rabbits for maybe a few days at a time before the toddler became distraught at his absence, forcing him to spend the next few days with a toddler tagging with him. (Which severely impacted his abilities because toddlers are more difficult than one would imagine, turns out) Most of the time he’d spend two days with the kid with Amy for backup (not that he knew much about kids, so Amy and Cream would do all the dirty work of baby care)

But all of that was about to end! Yes sir, Sonic the hedgehog would have his sidekick back! And thank Gaia too! Running alone really sucked now that he’d returned to it! Chaos, how did he even stand it…? He used to be so quiet before the fox came along and he slowly bantered with his brother as they got used to each other. Now, the hedgehog felt a pit in his stomach when he’d look back and notice the fox wasn’t flying just behind him. Before this whole incident 7/10 times that meant the kid was in danger, and Sonic would be sent straight into anxiety mode. He had to constantly remind himself that Tails was okay.

He eventually stopped checking in with Amy every two-and-a-half hours when even the pink hedgehog became annoyed at his constant helicopter-brother attitude. Which, really was a wake up call when even your obsessed fan-girl becomes sick of your schtick.

The emerald in his palm was shimmering now, which meant it was getting closer to the other six they had in the archive. The elevator came to a halt with a screaming, painful stop. The cage on the front opened into the vast library of a maze that, while amazing at first, he’d grown accustomed to the sight of. He wasn’t even allowed to run in the giant complex! How ridiculous was that!?!?

Hey, it did keep tails endlessly busy reading whole collections of books in a day, so he couldn’t complain too much. Even as a tiny, small bean he practically flew through the literature in front of him faster than he flew next to Sonic! So, it made for the perfect distraction

Damn, he couldn’t wait until his brother was back. He did like the kid being small and all, it was adorable, but he missed the fox’s wacky gadgets and banter.

As he stepped out into the archive, he realized what about the emerald evoked a sense of melancholy in him. It was the same golden color of his brother’s usually vibrant fur, now returned to a dark brown… Sonic felt a small spark on his palm where he held the emerald, and a sense of determination suddenly engulfed him like a fire.

He made a decision right then and there: his favorite color was now YELLOW!! Yes, it’s official, he didn’t care how corny it sounded, it was his BROTHER’s color. It was also fitting too, what allows the sky to shine blue? The yellow sun, of course! He learned that from Tails! Yellow and blue were complementary colors, and if Tails’ was blue (it totally was) then the decision was easy! He’d make SURE his brother’s coat would be a brilliant golden-yellow again!!!

He came to the front of an old door and looked up, putting the chaos emerald back in his quills. Opening it, he found a serene sene of everyone sitting and reading, blech! Gross…. But he did know cream and Amy occasionally dabbled in the art, but knuckles was a new one (the echidna could read?) as he and the professor discussed theories of the emeralds and chaos energy over a well worn book written in gibberish to the hedgehog’s eyes. The fox was in front of them, looking through the book as well with the emerald sitting around it.

However… something… very unexpected happened. The emeralds began to rattle before they all suddenly shot around stood upright around the baby fox, who was mesmerized by the glow of the emeralds. Everyone looked over to Sonic and noticed he’d just entered. (Heh, usually people would know pretty quickly when he arrived)

But their gaze was suddenly returned back to the fox was a massive and bright as hell light suddenly engulfed the room more than the sun! But then as everyone shielded their eyes until it was gone, they were met with a flying, nine tailed, BLUE fox hovering in the air and giggling harder than Sonic had ever seen.

Well…. Shit.

Thanks to @0vergrowngraveyard for taking my suggestion of a super baby tails! Wrote this fic to show my gratitude!!

[myymi]

yippieee baby tails <3

[heidysartstuff]

A tiny scrappy baby meets an even tinier scrappy baby.