#spring comes again

[raccoonbug]

These kids were filthy, Eggman swears.

Sonic was easy enough to care for. Quills we’re easy to manage, and with such short fur, knots brushed out easily.

Tails, though?

It drove Eggman crazy. At first, he’d wanted to leave the kit alone, to allow his youngest the chance to manage his fur himself. At this point, though, it was getting ridiculous. Long gold fur tangled horrifically, with the white wisps along his muzzle slowly looking more like a birds nest was glued to his face. Honestly, it’s a miracle the boy hadn’t started matting!

Thankfully, Robotnik had purchased a brush for just this situation.

That’s how they’d gotten here. Tails sat perched in the man’s lap, fiddling anxiously with his namesakes. Eggman was poised behind him with a detangling brush made for the fox’s fur.

“You’ll be fine, my boy.” Eggman reassured, giving the kit a soft pat on the head. “I’ll be careful not to pull, and you’ll feel much better once I’m done.”

Tails nodded, but stayed quiet. The only person who’d ever brushed him before was Sonic, and the hoglet didn’t ever do things like this thoroughly. Besides, helping with fur was usually meant for families.

Did Eggy see them as family?

The thought made the kit happy. Finally having a whole family set tiny fireworks off in the boys heart. Meeting Sonic, his brother in all but blood, had done much the same.

At the same, though, he felt nervous. Did Eggman truly see them as family? Or was this a was to make the boys less of a hassle while they lived here? Was this permanent? Would Eggman cast him aside, too? Would the doctor leave him all alone, just as his parents had four years ago?

Before he could continue spiraling, Eggman’s brush made contact with his fur. The man was as gentle as he could be, brush peeling knots out of fur like a peeler did skin off of vegetables. Gloved hands tug-tug-tugged at particularly stubborn knots, each time met with a soft whine. This sound was answered with soft hushing, and careful hands soothing the area, before the brushing continued

For Eggman, it was almost hypnotic. A soothing, repetitive motion to calm his usually racing thoughts. Privately, he thought it felt nice, being able to care for someone who meant so much to him. Not like the scientist would ever admit to the parental feelings blossoming in his chest like flowers in the sunlight.

On Tails’ end, the brushing was a bit irritating at first. The tugging hurt, even if it was only a little, and he didn’t like staying still so long. He wanted the doctor to hurry up, to get this over with so the six year old could get up and go play.

Then the humming started.

Soft melodies drifted into the kit’s ears. He couldn’t place the tune, but it soothed his fraying nerves. Tails could feel Eggman’s chest rumble with the soft sound, and as the tender care continued, the boy began to be lulled.

The doctor brushed and brushed for what felt like hours, until no more knots could be found squirreled away in his youngest’s dense coat. For a moment, he looked the boy over, pride swelling in his chest at the sight of the kit looking so clean and well-kept.

Only as Eggman made to move, though, did he realize. The kit, now leaning heavily against his chest, was sound asleep, purring all the while.

He supposed it made sense. This sort of thing was usually soothing for mobians, and Eggman had had to hold the boy just a touch forward for the last twenty minutes to properly brush his back.

Well, he thought, it couldn’t be helped. Best to let the boy sleep. Eggman would likely be stuck here for a while until the kit woke up.

…wait.

…

…

He had to use the bathroom.

[hellenhighwater]

Gold and garnets for Persephone and Hades! This pair is going to be listed for sale on my website but it's also slated for exhibition at the Garrett Museum in the fall, so it's booked until then.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael Afton let his FNAF trauma slip again…

[sugajimin]

some yoongi gifs until he comes back home (39/?)

[diyasgarden]

falling into spring and in love 🌿

[valyrfia]

he can see the 2025 championship in his future, btw

[geniemillies]

@tamlinweek day 1: forgiveness / change

HAPPY TAMLIN WEEK 💐🎉 i made this piece of tam and little tam based on a poem i really liked 🥺

life is unpredictable, it changes with the seasons even your coldest winter happens for the best of reasons and though it feels eternal like all you'll ever do is freeze i promise spring is coming and with it brand new leaves

[day-azevir]

Outline started with that fuck ass sandwich and so will the actual document

[micc0ro]

Error belongs to loverofpiggies

[grzybjek]

recent sketches!!

The first pic are redesigns of my 2019-2021 ocs! If you remember any of these characters no you dont! Embarrassing. Second is Maria, Marysia, my beloved protagonist for my newest project. Third is Helena my favorite rat. And fourth is Maria once again, with her friend, Juras, also a character from my newest project

[bumblingbabooshka]

Knight4Knight but they both see the other as the Princess [Patreon | Commissions]

[sugajimin]

some yoongi gifs until he comes back home (40/?) (cr. namuspromised)

[alackofghosts]

zest for life

[call-me-pup2]

Proof of life :0

[adventuresofalgy]

Whenever possible, Algy likes to spend a Sunday afternoon reading one of his poetry books in a quiet spot in his assistants' garden.

And on this particular Sunday, Algy chose to rest upon a thick carpet of green periwinkle, beneath the spreading, blossoming branches of a miniature early flowering ornamental cherry tree, which was blessed with what Algy considered to be the loveliest plant name of all… "Flight of the Butterflies".

Algy fluffed up his feathers, for the air was very chilly, with the wind in the north again, but the sunlight was bright, and as he opened the wee book which a kind friend had given him for his birthday, Algy heard the first skylark of the spring trilling overhead, as well as the twittering songs of several of the garden birds who were busy all around him.

Algy listened carefully as he read, for he was sure that the birds were singing very much the same refrain that Alfred, Lord Tennyson heard a thrush sing, nearly 200 years ago:

"Summer is coming, summer is coming. I know it, I know it, I know it. Light again, leaf again, life again, love again," Yes, my wild little Poet. Sing the new year in under the blue. Last year you sang it as gladly. "New, new, new, new"! Is it then so new That you should carol so madly? "Love again, song again, nest again, young again," Never a prophet so crazy! And hardly a daisy as yet, little friend, See, there is hardly a daisy. "Here again, here, here, here, happy year!" O warble unchidden, unbidden! Summer is coming, is coming, my dear, And all the winters are hidden.

[Algy is reading the poem The Throstle by the 19th century English poet Alfred, Lord Tennyson.]