#miles nine prower

[donelywell]

(it's 3 am- that's why the doodles are crap)

I had this idea kinda pop into my head and I can't sleep until I ramble about it for a little bit.

The idea kinda is to spark a chain between a bunch of au's. Like a collab thing but like- you don't really need to talk with anyone else to get it set up really. (wait, that's just an event) Maybe this would be an event, yeah.

It'd maybe be a story of Nine a bit after Sonic Prime trying to find a universe fit for him to live peacefully in. Maybe even find the Sonic that's right for him (he probably never will). So he'd bounce from Sonic AU to Sonic AU, learning a bit about it but ultimately leaving it as he views it isn't fit for him.

You could throw your headcanons in for Nine too- claim that it's the unknown energy of the universes that has changed his memory and appearance. But he knows his goal: find a universe that's just right, but it seems like it'll never come to be. It frustrates him, but he secretly doesn't mind that much because he actually likes to travel the different universes and see what's strange about it.

Maybe I could make it an actual event, even with a hashtag and such, but that's only if enough people might be interested in it (and when it isn't 3 am brain talking)

[brainworms-all-night-long]

Mood for tonight

[studioboner]

waiting patiently for more of him

[pastelspindash]

i'm done living for someone else.

[0vergrowngraveyard]

city boy cant understand a damn thing his pirate brother is saying

[burning-stars98]

Probably already been pointed out before, but I just find it interesting how little muscle mass and limp Nine's tails are in comparison to the other Prowers' out there.

Even before he was using them for flight like Tails and Sails do, Mangey's tails at least had some fluff and muscle to them, as shown here.

Nine's, on the other hand, look almost atrophied from lack of movement... I'm certain he can't fly with them, but I wonder if he even has enough strength in them to move them at all at this point-

[000marie198]

It's been established that when Nine gets scared or feels threatened, he reacts by intimidation or anger, depending on the situation. It's his go-to instinct developed as a reaction to his trauma. As a way to protect himself.

And here, Nine is fucking terrified! He started hyperventilating, his pupils contracting with terror. The root cause of Nine's trauma was getting bullied and beaten up for years. All he wished for was for a safe, isolated place to call his own without having someone invading it.

And now, his greatest fear is coming true... His safe haven, his home, getting invaded by people who hold malicious intent for him.

Can you imagine the flashbacks he could've been having? The fear? The past coming to haunt him again, the thing he dreaded most coming back around to hurt him even worse. Can you imagine encountering the root of your trauma striking with a vengeance? And on your journey to try and heal from it no less.

He doesn't deserve this

[aliveko]

@zerothesonic pointed out something real important

((ignore that these two are completely different styles, I haven't drawn cartoons in years ;_;))

[popslwttuce]

Random doodle w no ref, felt like drawing Nine

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

Pretty much the same energy honestly.

[brainworms-all-night-long]

Speaking of Grim like the whole. Just everything about it is so fucked up.

Nine's first thought when he arrived there was that it looked, well, grim. And that it was perfect. An empty and desolate world with no end to the sands in sight was something he'd call perfect.

One wonders what would he would end up making out of the Grim if he was given the time and resources he wanted. When he had the power, he created a big ass fortress with its main area being just a recreation of his lab in New Yoke (yes yes reuse of assets is cheaper than making new stuff but hush) and the palm trees with a hammock for Sonic. Was he just planning to create things mostly based on what Sonic would find appealing since Nine himself didn't really have an idea of what would make a proper "home" besides being safe and isolated. (see: paragrap above.)

Speaking of Sonic. Nine's first showing of it to him went nowhere and ended on a sour note because like, to be fair, he was kinda in the middle of a war Nine dragged him out of (I would've really wanted to see a little scene of Nine changing his mind to go back to New Yoke and help Sonic out, like did he just decide he'd try again later after the fight is dealt with, was he just doing anything thing for Sonic so he'd then have time for him was that was it was. but nooo instead we got a useless scene of the council arguing and dancing around the question of what the hell they are to each other– whatever this is a long tangent) and later became the battlegrounds for his own war for the right to his paradise that left him with nothing and even less than he had.

Properly alone and isolated in his perfect, Grim fate.

[krysissy]

FUCKING HELL. THEY HUGGED THE BROTHERS EVER. THEY HUGGED THEY HUGGED THEY HUG-

[studioboner]

9.9999999

[tornado1992]

Sonic is acting strange.

From the moment he entered the cave at the top of the mountain and going on even after Shadow finished the battle, he was more energetic, talking faster than usual, to his friends’s eyes happier than they had ever seen him before. But deep inside his mind and heart, he felt more melancholic than anything.

Rouge said something about to going visit Shadow, wherever he’d gone, though it’s not probable that Shadow would gift her a powerful gem of inter dimensional proportions, it’s still a possibility. He finds himself comfortable with the idea of either of them guarding it, after all, Shadow would never let it bring chaos to their lives again, and now he knows Rouge it’s a better leader than he could ever be, they both would make the right call.

Sparring with Knuckles was as much of a way to get the stress out of his system as it is a reminder that the guardian isn’t a glory driven danger prone sailor, nor a extremely paranoid jungle survivor, and definitely not a soldier willing to hit an 8 year old if it means saving the world, no, he’s just Knucks. Ready to put him back in his tracks every time he goes off, same old Knucklehead.

Asking Amy to help him bake a cake to celebrate their victory on the mountain took her by surprise, not expecting Sonic to have the consideration or patience to think about and prepare that kind of gift just so their friends would enjoy it together. But what really shook her to the core was how many times he thanked her through the making, in his mind just one of those “thank you” was for the cake, the rest of them were for everything else.

Tails knows Sonic is acting strange.

it wasn’t just the sudden consideration on his words and actions, but also the eagerness to just spend time with them, an insane amount of time in which he paid attention to everyone and everything, he looked to the sea as if it was more of a new racetrack than an obstacle to his speed, he turned his sight to the sky as if he’d forgotten it was blue, and gazed to the palm trees as if he’d never seen one before. But most of it all, between his friends and the rest of the world, Sonic was looking at him.

It wasn’t the normal look he’d give him everyday, being the only one Sonic hadn’t been alone with since the mountain battle was weird enough, they would usually race and joke together after every battle, but not this time; Sonic was actively keeping him at arms length while never getting his eyes off of him, It didn’t matter who was Sonic talking to or what was he doing, if Tails was around, he was looking at him.

Every time he was smiling he would look back to see if he was smiling too, when one of his friends tried to approach him Sonic would instantly get in their way without any more reason than to talk to them, if there was a sudden movement or loud noise Sonic would turn to him as if to expect him to be gone, the calmness in his body being noticeable every time he found him.

It felt wrong, it felt distant, it felt as if he was a problem. He hasn’t felt like this in years.

Hours and hours later when their friends finally got too tired of watching Sonic’s odd behavior they all went their own way for the night, with Rouge just disappearing in the dark, Knuckles claiming he had places to be, and Amy saying the day had drained her and she needed sleep, Sonic and Tails were finally alone.

The walk to Tails’ lab was quick, but quiet. The silence prevailed all the way before they entered the house and closed the door, then it wasn’t quiet anymore.

With the way Sonic practically launched himself over Tails knocking the air out of him as he hugged the kit tightly, both falling to the floor as Sonic held him against his chest with one hand while the other one placed itself securing the fox’s head just below Sonic’s chin. Tails was quiet, way too shocked with the sudden affection after a whole day of being so close while feeling so far away. But Sonic’s sobs and whimpers weren’t quiet at all.

They were loud and broken, not forming any comprehensible words as hiccups broke in every time it seemed like he was actually trying to say something, as if he held back from crying for hours, It felt guilty, sorrowful, and desperate.

Tails found himself breaking his silence and asking repeatedly “what’s wrong?!” as he reciprocated the hug just for Sonic to tighten his arms around him, breaking into fully crying this time, with a sea of tears falling from the speedster’s eyes to the genius’ head, not letting him go even for a second, not loosening his grip after what felt like hours of holding his little brother, who held him back just as tightly.

Even if the tears stopped, their embrace didn’t, with the morning warmth closer than midnight’s coldness the blue hedgehog found himself surrounding the sleepy fox as he fought sleep’s calling to stay with his big brother.

“I love you” was muttered to the boy’s ears as he was claimed by the land of dreams, in which he could fly all day with the shining star he called his brother.

Tails wasn’t sure if that whisper was part of his dream. Sonic knew it wasn’t

[0vergrowngraveyard]

"theirs are so odd, thank chaos mine's normal"

[iasminomarata]

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