Yo Dudes So I'm Currently Making A Tma Book For My Friend!

"Well, I can always count on you for a warm welcome."

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

I have a headcannon. So I feel that Robotnik dressed up for stone. So like he thought stone wont come to work cuz he was sick so he put on casual clothes and stone came and just he was like U DRESS UP FOR ME?

Comfy Rob

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So I’m on AO3 and I see a lot of people who put “I do not own [insert fandom here]” before their story.

Like, I came on this site to read FAN fiction. This is a FAN fiction site. I’m fully aware that you don’t own the fandom or the characters. That’s why it’s called FAN FICTION.

collection of posts for a very specific dynamic

Based on the fic Abandon My Eulogy by @aroace-get-out-of-my-face

I don’t know why but this detail stuck with me for a bit. It’s like some “big shoes to fill” type stuff, idk.

There’s so many moments from this fic I want to draw, but I need to find the time first, so I decided to do a simple hour and a half doodle.

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do u have any stobotnik fic's you'd recommend? I feel like you would have amazing recs

Ahh, I went to check my bookmarks. Turns out I have 117 stobotnik fics there, so... too many. Here's a selection though!

Obviously Coffee and Mayhem. If this ship has a classic, it's this one! Unlike most fandom classics, though, this one is not sad as hell, so that's great! I read it in three days and I'm constantly waiting for more.

There's also the For Science! series. This one has a lot of smut, so be warned. Three fics, each one taking place during one of the movies. It is very sweet.

Laws of Motion is perfect. I want twenty more just like this one. Stone is kidnapped and Eggman goes detective mode. Cue rescue.

You've got to be kidding me? not gonna lie, mostly Stone whump. But there's comfort so fear not! Walters puts a shock collar on Stone to force him to spy on Robotnik. Stone's solution is to avoid the Dcotor. Yeah.

There's also What's an emerald but a precious stone? in which Robotnik has to save Stone from the wreckage of the giant robot at the end of the second movie!

(I think I'm seeing a pattern here. Huh. Sorry, Stone)

Aaaand A sign that you're important Robotnik is deaf. Goes through pre, during and post canon.

Like I said, I actually have a lot of bookmarked fics, this fandom is full of great stories! These are just some of them!

Here is my new obsession, hello guys

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.