"Write For Yourself"

me externally: I write fanfic because I enjoy it! I write for myself!

me internally: validate me. drown me in kudos. i will sell my soul for comments and fic recs

It’s always okay to laugh at two dimensional chaos demons.

Dying here at the idea of Stone fetching the doctor.

Rob: Stone?! What are you- *gags as Stone grabs his collar and begins to drag him away*

Stone: You. Me. Home. NOW!

*Robotnik is too speechless but a blush appears as he realizes his agent missed him*

Living the fantasy I guess

ko-fi

East blue polycule you are so very dear to me…..

Yall ever think about how Ford had to relearn how to be a normal human being after 30 years of isolation

Fictional villains: my motivation involves a complex backstory around lost love and a deep yearning to be understood

Real life villains: being cruel makes me feel like a big strong man

In a Cat! Stan au where Stan is some kind of small to mid-size wild cat, I imagine Ford would be in firm, firm denial that Stan wasn't just a feral cat while Fiddleford is pleading with him to send Stan to a reservation or something. Like, on his knees begging while Ford is just calling his idea insanity because, obviously, Nikola isn't a wildcat! Ford, 12 PhDs, would notice!

Fiddleford would like Nikola more in this AU, though, because I think with Fiddleford being raised on a farm, he'd know the wild/domestic division very well and would not expect good pet behavior from a wild animal. He would be annoyed as hell at Stan's innocent act with Ford tho.

I imagine if Ford realized Nikola isn't a house cat would end up with Ford 1) thinking Nikoka has been illegally smuggled into the US and 2) debating the ethics of keeping a wild animal just to decide it's okay because Nikola has obviously been around humans too much to take care of himself, and so Nikola needs Ford, and no reserve or zoo could do it as well as he can. Obviously. (Ford is 100% delusional.)

This can become even funnier if Ford finds Stan's car, realizes Nikola is comfortable there, and convinces himself Stan is the one who smuggled Nikola in the first place lol. This would lead to both mushy feelings as Stan, his brother, meets his beloved cat and angry feelings because Stan, his brother, yanked his precious cat from where he belongs; poor Nikola >:C Ford being protective of Stan from Stan is adorably hilarious to me.

If Ford never accepts this, I imagine him denying Stan's wild status even when Stan reveals his identity, and it becomes a running gag in the family. Ford is the only one who truly doesn't think Stan's a wildcat, but everyone else refuses to give up on the joke, and it drives Stan mad. Especially if everyone else was a big cat lmao.

Also, while I've imagined stan as, like, a black-footed cat or Asian wild cat, I now realize it would be even better if Stan was, like, an ocelot or a serval, something so obviously not domestic, yet Ford is in denial anyway.

Sorry about this being so long, I like to talk lol.

In an Au where Stan is a small wild cat breed, Ford is 100% in denial about it. Now, he isn't an expert on wild cats, so at first he just has no idea, except that if Stan is any breed that's very obviously exotic this becomes hilarious. Fiddleford is pulling up all kinds of books and articles about whatever kind of wild cat Stan is, and how he needs to find some kind of expert to take care of him, but Ford is looking away. Nikola is a sweetheart and loves him and is very obviously a house cat!

Fiddleford also excuses all of Stan's behavior as that of a wild cat who isnt suited to living a domestic life. Except that Stan is very much not like this with Ford, so whats up with that?

Ford lives in denial until they find Stan's car, and Stan gets very cozy with it. Then immediately he 180's into 'of course Nikola is a wild breed, and i bet Stan is responsible for this poor creatures poor socialization. Now he's too used to humans to ever go back to the wild so i might as well keep him :)" This is now just another one of Stan's mess's he's cleaning up, and there's no reason to look further into how Nikola got here or where Stan is now :):)

Then 180's again when its revealed to be Stan. No way Stan's a wild cat, that's his brother >:(. His brother couldnt be a wild animal. (This has nothing to do with jealousy, Ford just knows his brother). Ford was right all along, Stan's a house cat and nothing else >:(.

Basically no one is ever going to be happy with Ford's opinion on what kind of cat Stan is. He's determined to be difficult.

Can't decide whether it's funnier to say "my hungry ass could never work at a" and then say something that implies you're eating something truly grotesque or something that just, makes no sense

Stan and Ford, when they were young, reveled in being identical. It was an genetically gifted, built-in prank, an innate friend, a second half of the same heart and brain. They dressed the same, acted the same, even made sure they sounded the same. The days when even their father couldn't tell them apart were counted as a success--- the ultimate joke, and they were pulling it off every week. (their mother could always tell them apart. It was uncanny; her only real psychic ability.)

Then, around seven or eight, Stan broke his glasses. Mom and dad couldn't afford a new pair, so they stopped having the same face. It got harder for him to read without them, and he stopped getting as good of grades, and got moved from the advance reading group to the average reading group in class. Ford got a nice jacket for his birthday, and suddenly they stopped dressing alike. That was OK, Stan reasoned: they still sounded the same, and were the same height, and still got up to all sorts of high-jinks together.

In middle school, they got put in a few different classes, so they couldn't fool their teachers; they had the same lunch block, though, so the lunch lady never knew what hit her! And they had the Stan o' War to work on, so they always had about the same level of sunburn.

Then Ford started to join clubs without Stan. They got different jobs in high school, and Stan got slapped with an acne curse and a propensity to forget to do his laundry that led to them looking distinctly different. Ford met friends that didn't like Stan, and Stan met friends who called Ford a nerd and lame, and Stan didn't always have it in him to call them out.

It was alright, though--- they were still twins. Stan looked at Ford and didn't see his exact mirror image, but he still saw himself--- in the brows, the nose, the mischievous gleam in his eyes, their matching sea glass bracelets Stan made them when they were 11. Ford was still unmistakably his brother, Stan reassured himself; they would always be fun-house mirrors of each other, not perfectly symmetrical but with the same roots. He told himself that when they got called to the principal's office, he told himself that when Ford stopped working on the boat so he could work on his perpetual motion machine, he told himself that when Ford said he was going away to West Coast Tech, no if, and, or but about it. They were twins.

But when Stan called out to Ford from the sidewalk, duffel laying half-abandoned by his car, he saw no mirror, no brother, and certainly no twin. The man who stood in the window--- the man who turned away from Stan instead of helping him--- no, Stan didn't recognize that man at all.