Lonely Is The Muse

Currently trying not to scream rn this concept is AMAZING

Little stobotnik reverse au idea that Im prolly never gonna fully flesh out. Context: Stone is a commander and Robotnik was assigned to him to both get him out of the lab and to give Stone an assistant. Whta they didnt prepare for was for them to be even worse menaces that they started.

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“Commander Stone, I believe it's your turn to share your next strategies,” some nobody moves on from the last speaker. Stone has never liked these meetings, so he just waves a hand towards his assistant.

“Ah, Robotnik knows everything,” Stone deadpans. “He’ll explain everything.” Robotnik looks up from his tablet, where he was just pretending to take notes, in confusion.

“Wha-”

“Go on,” Stone glances over his shoulder at the other, waving towards the front. Robotnik glances up before looking back at his boss. “You’re the one making the robots for it. Go explain.”

Robotnik thinks to push back. After all, he'd only been assigned as the commander’s personal assistant/scientist a little more than a week ago. Yet, as a different official they could care less about tries to speak up against it, Stone harshly snaps in their face and continues to look at Robotnik expectantly. Taking a deep breath, not bothering to hide the slump in his shoulders, he walks to the front and starts to set up the PowerPoint.

Stone doesn't bother to pay attention to Robotnik’s presentation. They've already been over all of this: the robotics, the attached firearms, the strategies, the insane amount of casualties that the resulting explosions would cause. It's much more entertaining to watch his coworkers struggle to keep up. Stone likes how his new assistant can do that- speak so fast and with such a brilliant vocabulary that just about anyone else blue screens. Everyone except for Stone, of course. He wouldn't have direct contact with one of G.U.N.’s best engineers otherwise. Plus, by the end of it, Robotnik has that wild grin of genius that Stone loves to see. The PowerPoint ends with a little gif of an explosion over a stick figure labelled “the enemies”- Robotnik’s the one that made the slides.

Stone doesn't bother to pay attention to how the chair skids out behind him as he gets up, his hands planted on the table and a similar, sinister grin to his assistant plastered on his face. “Now then, I believe that was all that was asked of me. Ta-ta. Doctor! Let's get a move on.” Stone doesn't even glance over his shoulder to know his assistant is following. Though, he does pause and groan as he can already hear the nobodies shoot up from their seats.

“Now where do you think you're going?” One of them demands, as if they have the right.

“Back to my lair-” sure, it's technically an office, but it's a separate building and it's decorated in a way that lair just fits better- “and I'd really prefer to get a move on. I have wars to end before they start.”

“And what makes you think you can just walk out?!”

Stone snaps his finger and waits a moment for Robotnik to catch on. Thankfully, he doesn't have to turn around before he hears his doctor start speaking to the table. “You see, in our subsequently ranked hierarchy based on levels of critical importance, certain time, skill, and activities are ranked excessively greater than those of measly circle jerks of power.”After a few beats of confused silence, Stone can feel Robotnik turn to him. “Commander?”

Stone spins around with a sadistic grin on his face. “Ya basic!” He translates, much louder than necessary. He turns back around and gestures for his assistant to follow. “Doctor, let's go.”

“Yes, commander.”

Once that door is closed behind him, Stone spares a glance at his assistant. Robotnik has never been good at hiding emotions. Well, he is, just not to Stone. He memorized every micro expression he could the first week of having him. Yet, even those that don't know Robotnik could see the beaming smile on his face. Putting stuck up idiots in their place tends to have that effect.

“Honestly, what were those imbeciles thinking,” Stone starts on a rant, already storming through the building, towards the exit, “not even just those meetings. God, I hate those meetings. But they also had you locked up in a lab before this? With, what? Mediocre scientists? Despicable! Unthinkable! Downright idiotic! Listen here my dear doctor, if I ever- and I mean EVER- start treating you like that, smack me. You have my full permission.”

“Yes, commander.”

“And I mean it. You might be my assistant, but I'm not stupid. You're capable of great things, and by hell are we going to achieve them.”

Stone can almost hear that grin grow wider as Robotnik repeats another, “yes, commander.”

“Now then,” Stone pauses to hold the door open for his assistant, “we have casualties to cause.”

Im now obsessed with the idea that shadow learned most of his mannerisms from the robotiniks and mainly maria

au where sonic and silver end up on the ark because i say so

a perfectly normal child being raised on a space colony for scientists that are slightly maniacal

I read that last part as near funeral but am i wrong bc OH WHAT DO YOU MEAN THATS HOW HE LOST THE ARM

Peek A Boo! I plan on doing a whole series of Famtheon comics addressing the lives, relationships, and pasts of my designs for the greek gods. So keep your eyes peeled for more in the near future!

The designs of him as a villain are so akdjksjxjsjfjdjdjfj i love it so much i cant kajxjwjdjejjdjdjdj

you ever think about how Stone is insanely skilled, competent, and self sufficient G.U.N agent, who doesn't NEED Robotnik in any capacity, but he's so enamored with him he just happily goes along with whatever plans he has

...me neither

Theres only one person i can cuddle and shes an hour away i fucking cant

Reblog if you're a cuddler.

I need to do this now please

Cute T-Word Scenario

So imagine this. You wrap your arms around someone in a big tight hug. When they hug back, you start to tickle their neck and ears very gently with your fingers. Watch as they just melt and bury their face into your shoulder, all while letting out happy little giggles.

Gender envy AND beautiful fanart?????? Amazing, we’re thriving over here definitely not crying over the ending nope

Short Jon gender euphoria comic for the soul :,)

I wanna be able to do this with my girlfriend buried under the biggest hoodie imaginable and give her little kisses and tickles and scribbles but nooooooo instead i am forced to lie here alone, on my stomach with my hands tapping the keyboard instead of her sides ;-;

He's been there for hours-

I was not expecting this to be so accurate holy moly lemon roly

Random thought

Asking questions like "Can I tickle you?" or saying "I want to tickle you" kind of terrifies me because what if they don't want to be tickled?

Rationally, the answer is that you just say okay and don't ask further questions. No harm done.

But it's still scary because it feels like being a ler, which is a position of power, I should accommodate the lee in every aspect possible. So to have a desire that's not from what the lee wants, but what I want, it kind of feels wrong. I understand that some lees really like that their lers want to tickle them for the ler's own desire.

But I don't know, still scary.

This is funny bc normally im the one trying to remind you to do healthy shit lol but girl please do

Polite reminder to stay hydrated

HOW DID YOU FIND ME?!?