#Robotnik is about to catch some hands

[antidarkartist]

Y'all, I am not prepared for the Stobotnik divorce arc, Destiel emotionally devastated me, and I love Stobotnik more... I am not prepared for the emotional turmoil that will be forced upon me (I shouldn't have watched the trailer before going to school)

[limethefirst]

Hellooo, i hope your having a beautiful day. I saw your requests are open and that you wrote for movie shadow once. Would it be okay if maybe i requested movie shadow x a reader who prehaps eggmans niece. Maybe then when its just shadow, stone and her on the crab prehaps she takes shadow to her room on the crab and trys to play and show him some of her stuff not scared of him. Then maybe she remind him of maria 🥹? Idk i have sonic brainrot after seeing the movie today lol and ive had this idea since.

Do I look like her?

pairings: Shadow the Hedgehogs x reader (platonic)

warnings: sonic 3 spoilers

summary: as the niece of Eggman you are left behind on the crab with Shadow as the men finish their mission, but every time Shadow looks at you he sees someone else.

a/n: hii thank you so much for the request! I’ve been wanting to write more Sonic 3 fics because I love the movie so much! I hope this is to your liking and you have an amazing day!!!

You watched your uncle Robotnik and Gerald walked away together, planning to sneak into GUN and steal the final keycard they needed, leaving you, Stone and Shadow.

“I have avocados in The Crab. Let’s go make guac!” Stone chimed, both you and Shadow turned your head to look at him.

“Revenge guac.” Shadow responded, his brows furrowed watching as Stone slowly helped you back into the sewer drain.

You were warned about Shadow, he was dangerous Robotnik had told you. Robotnik was somewhat caring when it came to you, he wasn’t harsh nor rude, he saw you as a responsibility but not a burden. He was kinder around you, maybe he saw a bit of himself, being all alone in a world that tended to abandon.

Whatever it was, you knew his warnings were usually right, but having been around the hedgehog for a while you honestly didn’t believe your uncle. Shadow, although seemed tough, you could tell there was more behind the persona and all the walls he’d put up.

Stone walked over to the island in the middle of the Crab, preparing the avocados for the guacamole he planned to make.

You took the opportunity to show Shadow around. Being the youngest of the bunch you didn’t have many friends and this was a chance to make a new one.

Quickly you walked in front of Shadow, a bright smile on your face highlighting the innocence in all your features, it was eerily reminiscent of someone.

“Come, I wanna show you around!” You told Shadow, grabbing his gloved hand unannounced, making him slightly more on guard. Stone looked up from the guac he was currently working on, he seemed happy; smiling at the two kids.

Shadow didn’t say much as you dragged him to your room, he just looked at you. Watching as your hand gripped onto his, he couldn’t help but hold on as well. Fearing that if he let go he may never find it again.

As he watched you near the closed door, he couldn’t help but take in all that you were, your demeanor, your way of speaking, your bright attitude, it was just like hers.

“This is my room!” Your hand started letting go of his but his grip only tightened. You looked down at his hand and back up at him as his eyes scanned the small room. You only smiled at his gesture, not feeling the need to point it out.

As you guided him around still hand in hand you saw his eyes checking every corner of the room, “It’s small,”

Your sudden laugh catches him off guard, his head quickly turning to see your free hand covering your mouth, “Sorry sorry! It’s just that’s the first thing you say to me?” You jokingly tell the hedgehog.

He watches you for a little bit longer, his eyes widening. As he stares up at you, all he sees is her. It wasn’t physical, it wasn’t that you looked like Maria, no not at all, it was the fact your personality towards him resembled her so much.

You weren’t afraid, you approached him and didn’t see him as a weapon or some type of lab rat. It was like he was really a person around you, like he was capable of caring again.

Shadow didn’t say much, and that was okay, you could do most of the talking anyway, you enjoyed being able to finally talk to someone.

You sat Shadow down on the floor, letting go of his hand so you could show him some of the toys and games you owned, knowing he lived 50 years in the past you wanted to keep him up to date on all the newer stuff that had come up. While you were grabbing some items you decided to also play a movie, it would be cool to show him the new films they’d come out with.

He silently watched you hurry around the room, dropping strange toys onto him. He felt some weird string toys get stuck in his quills.

You heard him rustle around, seeing him pull out your worm on a string, “Very colorful,” he grunted, as he tossed the toy in the pile in front of him.

All you did was smile as you sat in front of him, describing each toy and how they worked, as the latest Godzilla movie played in the background.

It was ironic really, back then Godzilla was a monster and now he was a friend protecting the people from the other monsters.

He no longer sat with Maria watching movies and playing games, now he sat with you. Oh how things really have changed.

[apathetik12]

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.”

[cutleryclown]

gonna go ahead and yap about my stobotnik fankid au

General Info:

This is Serenity Robotnik(-Stone) (she/her) She's a tube baby created by Eggman to be an heir to his empire (and also just to prove that he CAN create her). She's a goat via a mishap with a latte during the DNA sampling.

Relationships:

She thinks her dad is super embarrassing because he can't catch the blue rat. Eggman tries to overcorrect by giving her everything she asks for, spoiling her rotten.

Serenity does. not. like. Stone. He tries to teach her stuff like "good manners" and that "she can't throw a tantrum whenever she doesn't get what she wants." He can't actually ground her or anything because she'll just threaten to tell Eggman that he's being mean to her.

She doesn't actually care about destroying Sonic and others herself, she just doesn't like how incompetent (in her eyes) Eggman is. She has definitely run away at some point and stayed over at one of their places just to piss Eggman off. Otherwise, they are just treated like anyone else (which is, call an army of badniks on them if they do anything to piss her off).

Other:

She has control gloves!! They are purple like her eyes and lens color.

She's left handed.

Her horns are turned toward each other like devil horns.

She was made around Sonic Unleashed as a side project and aged every [IRL] year until around TMOSTH

In universe reasoning for above is because they didn't want to raise an actual toddler for too long. IRL reasoning is that I wanted her to be around the other mobians' age.

Birthday is March 11th (cause that's when i first doodled her!!)

This is a gaslighting Sonic into thinking Agent Stone has always been there AU "what do you mean you don't know Agent Stone? We are literally married! We have a CHILD together!!!"

She's mainly based on Piper from Henry Danger

Feel free to ask anything about the AU!!

[iggyshippingcorner]

short n sweet stobotnik drabble (660 words) based off of some heinously adorable ideas from a mutual :'^)

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Stone hears the sharp tak-tak of metal sensor caps clicking together and has already set all the pans on the stove to simmer before he’s properly recognised the sound. The version of the doctor that eagerly takes up space in his mind even when he’s off the clock gleefully crows about “clicker training”. He doesn’t bother taking off his apron, but he does toss his dishcloth onto the counter on his way out of the kitchen. 

When he rounds the corner and enters the main lab, he spots Robotnik at his secondary desk, still trapped in a remote meeting with Walters and some other stiff-necked higher-ups. He doesn’t acknowledge Stone’s appearance with anything other than a simple gesture-- index and middle fingers crooked, come hither my dutiful henchman. Stone comes hither. Keeps his steps silent and measured in case the doctor is un-muted. When he comes just within reach but wisely out of camera frame, Robotnik drops his hand into a different gesture: all fingers curled except the index, which points down at the floor beside his rolling desk chair. 

Stone spares a longing thought for the dinner he’d been halfway through preparing, but he kneels obediently and shuffles closer to the doctor, keeping his head out of frame. Robotnik’s face doesn’t betray so much as a twitch, deadened stare fixed on his webcam in a way that Stone knows makes everyone deeply uncomfortable. Stone gets close enough to his chair that his head nudges the doctor’s down-stretched hand, and then stills as those gloved fingers begin carding through his hair. This late in the day, his styling gel has all but given up the ghost, and his hair ruffles easily between the doctor’s fingers. The metal of the sensor caps warm quickly to his skin but still give him a bit of a shiver when they trace over the shell of his left ear. 

The doctor’s other hand pats at his thigh after a moment of silent petting, and Stone shuffles forward the last few inches needed to close the distance between them. He settles himself carefully with his arms folded over Robotnik’s lap, letting his cheek rest against his arms while his torso leans against the doctor’s legs. His foot-tapping, leg-bouncing ceases immediately, and a nigh-imperceptible amount of tension leaks out of his frame. Jackpot, Stone thinks, and settles in for the long haul. 

Robotnik smooths his hand from the crown of Stone’s head to the nape of his neck, then down across one shoulder to play across the bare skin of his forearms. From there, back up the opposite bicep to neck to crown again, a constant circuit of contact that makes the droning Zoom conference more tolerable. Stone closes his eyes and listens as best he can to the sound of the doctor breathing deep and even, the rasp of fabric when his gloved hand brushes against his shirt, catching on the folds where he’d rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. The occasional tik-ta when the sensor caps connect. 

When Robotnik eventually has to verbally respond, his voice is a little too loud for the proximity they share, but Stone hangs off every word. His hand has stilled, lightly gripping the back of Stone’s neck like he’s trapping him there, ensuring he won’t go skittering back to the kitchen while Robotnik focuses his attention elsewhere. Like there’s anywhere that Stone would rather be at the end of the day.

Eventually, the call will end and Robotnik will release Stone back to his cooking without any words exchanged on the matter. Eventually, Stone will finish making dinner and they will eat at the kitchen island and Robotnik will rant and rave about the new budget adjustments and the new mandatory conference in Houston. But for now, Stone lets the doctor dig his fingers into his pulse-point, pin him in place like an unruly lap dog. For now, Stone weathers the storm at the doctor’s side, mooring him in the tide.

[jo3ydr3w]

Okay, stobotnik week day 1. Yes, I did all three prompts.

Prompt 1: Book (Alice is one of our favorites.)

The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of a reading lamp, its warm light casting long shadows across the room. The faint rustling of pages filled the air, accompanied by the steady rhythm of a gentle sigh. Agent Stone lay back against the plush pillows, his eyes half-lidded in the comfortable haze of the evening.

Across from him, Dr. Robotnik sat in an armchair, his usual sharp features softened in the intimate glow. He held an old, leather-bound book in his hands, the pages turning as he read aloud in a low, soothing voice. Stone’s head rested against the pillow as he listened, feeling the quiet companionship between them settle like a soft blanket.

"…and so, the young hero was left alone on the mountaintop, his gaze fixed on the horizon, the weight of his destiny heavier than the mountains themselves…" Robotnik's voice trailed off as he glanced up, catching Stone's gaze.

Stone smiled softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "What about Alice in Wonderland?" he asked, his tone curious but playful. "It’s a fun read."

Robotnik raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smug grin. "Alice? Bah!" He scoffed, lowering the book slightly as if the very idea were beneath him. "Foolish children who follow silly rabbits into nonsensical holes, only to be met by more absurdity. What’s the point of following a rabbit who can’t even stick to a schedule?" He huffed, dismissing the idea with a wave of his hand.

Stone chuckled, rolling onto his side to face Robotnik, propping himself up on one elbow. "Maybe she’s just looking for adventure. You know, to escape from all the rules that seem to trap us. Not everyone’s like you, you know. Some people like a little whimsy now and then."

Robotnik’s lips twitched into a faint smirk, though he didn’t seem entirely convinced. "Whimsy, you say? Fanciful nonsense," he muttered, though the hint of affection in his tone betrayed his true feelings. "If you want adventure, you don’t chase after absurd rabbits. You take control of your own destiny." He said this as though it were obvious.

Stone’s smile softened, and he shifted to sit up fully, the blanket draping around him. "I think there’s room for both, don’t you?" he asked quietly, his eyes warm as he met Robotnik’s gaze. "Maybe it’s not about following the rabbit… Maybe it’s about finding your own way through Wonderland."

Robotnik paused for a moment, his sharp features softening, contemplating the words. His lips parted as if to retort but then simply closed again, and instead, he let out a deep breath. "Perhaps," he murmured, looking back down at the book. "But only if it leads somewhere useful. No time for nonsense."

Stone chuckled again, his fingers gently brushing against the edge of the book in Robotnik’s hands. "You’re incorrigible," he teased, but the fondness in his voice was unmistakable.

With a dramatic sigh, Robotnik closed the book and set it aside, shifting his gaze back to Stone. "Fine, then. If you must have your nonsense, you may have it. But I’m choosing the next book." His voice was playful now, a rare softness peeking through.

Stone grinned, settling back into the pillows. "Deal."

As the room settled into silence once more, the only sound was the soft rustling of the pages as Robotnik picked out a new book, and Stone’s contented sigh as he relaxed, feeling utterly at peace in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

Prompt 2: Movie (Based on the fact that we had SO MANY as a kid.)

The evening was slow and peaceful, with the only sounds in the room being the occasional creak of the leather couch and the soft hum of Robotnik’s machines whirring faintly in the background. Stone sat on the floor, surrounded by a scattered collection of DVDs, his fingers absentmindedly flipping through the stack as he hummed to himself.

Robotnik sat nearby, deeply focused on some project—likely a new machine or a brilliant scheme, as usual—but he couldn’t help but glance over at the odd collection Stone was inspecting. He watched as Stone pulled out one DVD after another, reading the poorly printed labels with an air of nostalgia.

“What are those?” Robotnik asked, his voice laced with confusion. "Some sort of… library?"

Stone looked up, the corners of his mouth lifting into a knowing smile. “These?” He held up a DVD case with a completely mangled cover art that looked like it had been printed by a nine-year-old on a home computer. “My childhood treasures. Bootlegs.”

Robotnik blinked. "Bootlegs? You’re telling me these are counterfeit DVDs?" He sounded almost offended, as if the very concept of such a thing was an affront to his brilliant mind. "But why? Why not just buy the real thing?" He gestured to the pristine selection of official media in his own collection.

Stone laughed, though there was a fondness to it as he set down the bootleg DVDs and moved closer to Robotnik, pulling out a few more cases from the pile. “When you grow up with no money to spend on proper DVDs, you make do with what you can get.” He pulled out one with a faded cover that read, "The Incredible Adventures of Super-Kangaroo vs. The Evil Space Pirates." “These were the only way I could watch movies back then. You’d be surprised how creative people got with these things.”

Robotnik’s eyes widened in disbelief, looking at the DVD case in his hand like it was some sort of relic from another world. “That… is a movie?” His voice was laced with genuine disbelief, though there was a trace of amusement beneath his confusion. "I… I don’t understand. How did you even find these? How did you watch them?"

Stone’s grin widened, and he leaned back against the couch, holding up a DVD with the word “Batman” hastily scrawled on it in Sharpie. "We had people who made them. Friends of friends, or people at the market. You know—underground." He gave a mock whisper, clearly relishing in the memories. "The movies were always the weirdest part. I remember this one where the opening credits were upside down for no reason at all."

Robotnik's jaw dropped slightly as he processed this. “But… but how did you even know what was going on? Couldn’t you see the flaws in those films?” His eyes widened even more. "No proper graphics, no clear plot! How did you make sense of it?"

Stone shrugged casually, clearly unbothered by the quality of the films. “Honestly? You learn to fill in the blanks. Like, the sound was awful, the picture was glitchy, and sometimes entire scenes were out of order. But the stories were always there. And if you watched enough, you could tell what they were trying to do.”

He pulled out another one, this time labeled "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Fight for the Future". “This one was so bad, but I loved it anyway. The turtles were just… I dunno, fighting a giant evil pizza monster or something. Couldn’t even tell if they were supposed to be in New York or on Mars.”

Robotnik stared at the DVD case, his face wrinkled in bewilderment. "A pizza monster? What in the world…?"

Stone chuckled and leaned back, holding the DVDs up like trophies. “Yeah, the stories didn’t always make sense, but you had to appreciate the effort. And I think, in a weird way, it made me appreciate the real movies a lot more later on."

Robotnik still seemed disoriented by the whole concept, his brows furrowing as he picked up another bootleg and scrutinized it. "But… why? Why go through the trouble of bootlegging these? Surely you could have just watched a normal movie on television like a regular person."

Stone gave him a fond, almost amused look, clearly enjoying the contrast between Robotnik’s obsession with perfection and his own quirky nostalgia. “Because, doc, sometimes the charm of the movie is in how imperfect it is. It’s like a weird little treasure hunt to figure out what’s going on, and then you just make your own fun with it. Plus, some of the worst ones turned out to be the most fun to watch."

Robotnik was silent for a moment, his mind processing this strange form of entertainment. He glanced back at the DVDs one last time, a small, bemused smile tugging at his lips. “I suppose I can’t completely dismiss the… charm of such an approach.”

Stone raised an eyebrow, holding up a particularly poorly made DVD with the title "Giant Robots: The Final Battle." “So, you want to watch one of these with me?”

Robotnik, though still slightly bewildered, couldn't help but let out a small laugh. “Why not? It might be… amusing to see what you consider entertaining."

Stone grinned widely, already popping the DVD into the player. “Trust me, you’re in for a wild ride.”

Prompt 3: Telenovela

The dim glow of the television screen illuminated the small, cluttered living room of their hideout. The scent of something burning—likely one of Robotnik's experiments—hung faintly in the air, but the two men were distracted by the melodrama playing out on the screen.

“¡No! Juan!” the actress wailed, her hands thrown dramatically into the air as she gazed at her love interest with a mix of rage and heartbreak.

Stone sat on the couch, half-sitting, half-lying, and completely captivated by the absurdity of the scene. He didn’t know what exactly had drawn him to the show, but La Última Pasión had a strange way of being utterly ridiculous while also deeply compelling. It had become their nightly ritual to watch it together, with Robotnik—surprisingly—being the one to provide commentary.

Robotnik, seated in his usual spot in the armchair, was staring intently at the screen, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest. He had clearly seen this episode before, and his eyes glinted with an odd mix of disdain and amusement as he glanced over at Stone.

“So, Gabriella and Juan are fighting again,” Robotnik explained, almost as if reading from an invisible script. “Gabriella, as usual, is furious because Juan forgot their anniversary… again.” He shook his head in disbelief. “Honestly, this man has the memory of a goldfish.”

Stone, reclining with his head resting on his arm, chuckled lightly. “Ah, poor Juan. He just can’t win, can he?”

“Win? He doesn’t deserve to!” Robotnik scoffed, clearly invested in his critique of the characters. “Juan is a fool. The man doesn’t understand that Gabriella needs constant affirmation—affection, attention, and emotional support.” He shook his head, his usual smug expression in place. “If I were in his shoes, I would have done things differently.”

Stone raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? And how would you have handled this situation, Doctor Robotnik?” he asked with a sly grin. “Tell me, what’s your plan for winning over Gabriella?”

Robotnik straightened up, his posture becoming rigid with the seriousness of his hypothetical scenario. “First, I would never forget something as important as an anniversary. In fact, I would have planned a surprise—an elaborate one. A display of intellect and creativity so grand that no woman could ever possibly forget it!” His voice had an almost theatrical quality, as if he were directing his own personal telenovela.

Stone snickered, shaking his head. “That sounds… a little extra, don’t you think?”

“Extra?” Robotnik scoffed, adjusting his glasses with a flourish. “The only thing extra about it would be how much better it would be than anything Juan could come up with. Look, if Gabriella were mine, she would never feel neglected. I'd make her see that I was the only one who truly understood her… the only one who could provide the emotional stability she clearly craves.”

Just as Robotnik finished his dramatic speech, the screen flashed to another scene where Gabriella, tearfully clutching a rose, stood in front of Juan—who, of course, looked utterly clueless as usual.

“I’m sorry, Gabriella. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Juan said in a tone that was anything but sincere. His face was a perfect mixture of guilt and irritation.

“Oh, please,” Robotnik muttered, clearly exasperated. “This man couldn’t apologize his way out of a paper bag. I would at least know how to look like I cared.”

Stone chuckled, finding Robotnik's passionate commentary more entertaining than the actual show itself. "You really have it all figured out, don’t you? A grand gesture, emotional stability, constant attention… it’s like you’re a telenovela hero."

“Of course I am,” Robotnik replied, eyes never leaving the screen as Gabriella dramatically flung her arms in the air, demanding that Juan leave her life forever. "I have a superior intellect, after all. It’s only natural that I would make a far more captivating figure than these mediocre characters."

Stone snorted, amused. “So, in this scenario, you’d be the one who swoops in, offers Gabriella a better life, and then—what? She falls into your arms?”

“Precisely,” Robotnik said, looking at Stone as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. “She would realize her mistake in choosing someone so emotionally incompetent as Juan and immediately seek out someone who actually understands her needs. Then we would build an empire together. One of love and brilliance.”

Stone burst out laughing. "Wow. That’s a lot for one relationship. I think you might be overcomplicating things, though. Maybe she just wants Juan to remember one anniversary, and that’s it."

Robotnik gave him a deadpan stare. “I refuse to believe that the key to emotional fulfillment is remembering dates. There’s far more to a relationship than that.” He glanced back at the screen, where Gabriella was now accusing Juan of murdering her heart, which Robotnik found a tad excessive.

"I don't know," Stone mused, leaning back against the couch. "Maybe it's not about the big gestures. Maybe it's just the little things. The quiet moments. The stability."

Robotnik’s lip curled as he glanced sideways at Stone. “Stability? How boring.” He looked back at the screen just as Gabriella stormed off in dramatic fashion, tears streaming down her face. “Honestly, if she truly wanted stability, she’d choose me in a heartbeat.”

Stone smirked. "If you say so, doc."

As the next dramatic scene unfolded—Juan chasing after Gabriella in the rain—Robotnik sighed in frustration. "These people are hopeless," he muttered. "But I suppose they provide some entertainment, even if it's all utterly flawed."

Stone just grinned, sinking further into the couch as he prepared for the next round of chaos on screen. "It’s like watching a disaster you can’t look away from."

Robotnik gave him a sideways glance. "That’s what makes it so engaging."

[blueikeproductions]

The Trigger collab animation came out and it’s the best thing Transformers has done in the current decade.

Truly a love letter to Transformers from G1 to EarthSpark, it squeezes in everything it possibly can from most media. However the catch is that it’s only animated media and the live action movies, the comics (any assorted manga, Marvel, Dreamwave, IDW & Skybound) aren’t referenced, while some Japanese exclusive stuff gets a lil’ bit more attention (understandable since it’s, y’know, Japanese fans being nostalgic about the anime they grew up with).

Transformers Go, Q-Transformers, and the Beast Wars anime got particular attention.

This shot of Liger Megatron and Green Lion Lio Convoy is especially cool.

I think initially I was expecting a Trigger animated greatest hits from select moments from each show, and while they still technically do that in spots…

It’s mostly a mega crossover with different characters interacting otherwise.

And it’s all the better for it.

I mean where else are you gonna find TFA Optimus about to smash Masterforce Overlord’s face in?

There’s no real narrative, it’s just random cool shots though the closest thing to a framing device is the PV opening with Vector Prime looking down on Cybertron across all time lines.

Regarding EarthSpark’s contributions to the short, they’re minimal. The Terrans and Mandroid don’t appear at all, which is a little bizarre.

ES Megatron appears among the other Decepticon leaders instead of being with ES Optimus on the Autobot leader side.

You’d think Mandroid would be there next to BWII Galvatron instead, but I guess not. Sadly they omitted RiD15 Steeljaw too, instead using RiD15 Megatronus Prime’s floating head.

SatAM Robotnik voice: Ah well, life is not perfect.

The main ES rep are the Maltos.

This just reinforces ES needed to be 2D, because they actually look good. Roche’s style doesn’t work in 3D.

Anyway the human cast they chose for this final shot amuses me.

Love seeing my favorite Clays being included. The lack of RiD Steeljaw (G1 Steeljaw did appear with Lio Junior and RiD15 Aerobolt though) is forgiven.

Anyhow, the specific use of the Clays, the (S3) Witwickys, the Maltos and the Onishis (this is especially funny since Koji’s mom never met her universe’s Optimus) is somehow very random, but also kinda appropriate. Like I get Spike and Dot’s families, since it serves as bookends, but the Clays and Onishis still feel a bit random. Still, including both Robots in Disguise families is a nice touch in my book!

The short ends with a different bookend as mentioned.

What starts out as G1 Prime & Megs transitions to ES Prime & Megs shaking hands. The old with the current series. It works~! I admit I’m surprised they didn’t include TFONE somehow. I know it’s technically not out yet, but there’s enough material to have had Orion and D-16 have some kind of tussle. It would’ve been an interesting way to tie it into the above scene and this one:

When it comes to general rep, the stuff that gets the most focus is G1, Beast Wars, Animated, & Galaxy Force. Cyberverse doesn’t really get anything beyond the leader shot, but there is this awesome but very random shot of Croaton over looking Holi’s Rescue Patrol walking on a beach littered with the dead bodies of the generic Decepticons from “War Dawn”.

Sucks to be you guys.

It also occurs to me the Rescue Bots cartoons appear to be omitted along with BotBots, but that might partly be due to them not having Japanese releases? I’m not sure, but it’s funny how Q-Transformers is acknowledged of all things, but not Heatwave or Burgertron. Maaaaybe that’s for the best on the later…

Still the PV is a blast and is pry the most earnest passion project that GETS Transformers vs what we’ve been getting post Aligned cartoon wise.

I still hope this leads to a proper TF anime series made by Trigger, like what happened with Gridman. We need a return to good 2D animated TF shows and not more CGI slop like WFC or S2 ES. That Beast Wars and Machines are still superior despite being retro by today’s standards says something…

The catch however is the original video is region locked…

but some fans have ripped it and posted it on their YT:

So go check it out while you can! It’s pure Energon-y goodness!

[ibelieveinahappilyeverafter]

Stobotnik Day 3: Alternate Universe: Daemons

A/N: So I know Day 3 of Stobotnik week was supposed to be zombies or Mafia or fantasy, but you know what? I saw my chance for a daemon AU and I fucking lunged for it. (The idea of this and Stone's daemon was inspired by art of ahkaraii by the way!) ((Also, I cranked this out in a few hours and am frantically going to try and catch up on the other days.))

Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog - All Media Types, Sonic the Hedgehog (Live Action Universe)

Characters: Dr Eggman | Dr. Robotnik, Agent Stone

Notes: Pre-Canon, Pre-Relationship, Ivo is very bad at feelings but he is learning!

Rating: Teen Audiences

Summary: Dr. Ivo Robotnik has always taken precautions to avoid the shape of his daemon from being known. Not many found a rabbit to be intimidating, after all. When his daemon finally is seen, however, help comes in the form of a stubborn Agent Stone.

AO3 Link: to be Seen is to be Changed

Word Count: 5,442

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to be Seen is to be Changed

When Ivo was still a young child who believed in things like happy endings and getting adopted, the older teens at the orphanage would try to scare him and the other younger kids by telling stories about how people in the past used to carry their souls inside of them. 

It was a ridiculous notion, the idea of having your soul inside of your body instead of right beside you, but they would try to scare them with it anyway. They would taunt them, saying if a child became lonely enough, their daemon would vanish and disappear back inside their body. It was, unfortunately, a popular story. Even adults who had more than two brain cells and some common sense were aware that there was no way for a person to be alive without a daemon. 

Oh, but the second someone saw a person without their daemon, whether they were hiding or just out-of-sight? Unease. Caution. Fear. A sense of wrongness. 

It had served Ivo and Maria well as they had grown up.

Ever since they had been young, Maria had always had the tendency to shift into something small. For quite a while, she had spent some time trying to see just how small she could get — it had been a fun experiment, back in the day. Maria would change into something small and hide in his pockets or in his shirt, and Ivo would terrify adults by claiming his daemon was gone. 

It had grown less fun when they realized she couldn’t shift into anything larger than a housecat the older they got. Then, when she finally settled, Ivo had been left staring at a pure white rabbit with the bright blue eyes she had always possessed. 

Ivo hadn’t been proud of how angry he was at her, nor was he proud of how long he had spent looking into ways to change a daemon’s form. It was only sheer luck that one angry conversation finally had them talking their problems out rather than ignoring each other like they had been doing.

(A rabbit. His daemon, his partner, his soul was a rabbit. A bunny. Not even a hare who was lean and quick and could outpace any danger. No. A rabbit. All rabbits knew how to do was hide.) 

A soft, fluffy weight landing in his lap knocked Ivo out of his thoughts, his gloved hands curling almost automatically into Maria’s fur. As usual after their latest Government Assigned Babysitter left, she was fluffed up and annoyed — and not because she had to hide. “I still can’t figure out what his daemon is! Or even where they are!” 

“Mm. He does have more skill than the average grunt,” Ivo mused, gaze trailing back to the file on his screen that had been the cause of his wandering thoughts. 

Agent Aban Lee Stone had been assigned to him six months ago to act as both lab assistant and bodyguard. Whereas usually those who worked directly under him quit within the first week if not the first few days, Stone had lasted longer than any of them. In all that time, neither Ivo nor Maria had been able to figure out what Stone’s daemon was or where they were hiding. 

“Do you think this is karma?” Maria asked, still pouting and grumpy. Ivo couldn’t help but scratch under her chin, snorting when she relaxed into the feeling and then pouted at him for it. “The feared Dr. Ivo Robotnik has no daemon, so let’s give him the agent that also has no daemon.” 

“Everyone has a daemon,” Ivo said with a scoff and a roll of his eyes. “And since when do we believe in silly things like karma?” He had to admit, if only to himself and her, that she might have a point. 

Ever since Maria had settled into her form, Ivo had kept her hidden and out-of-sight. At first he had done it out of shame and self-loathing, but then once they had made up and rekindled their bond… There were advantages to others thinking, even briefly, that you had no daemon. For Ivo, when paired with his temper and his presence, he was able to not only get his way, but instill a fear of him across every idiot in the military. 

Of course, it wasn’t always easy to keep Maria hidden, even when she preferred to be, due to a sense of shyness and unease that always came about if they weren’t alone. With an agent that seemed to have no plans to quit anytime soon, and who was too effective and good at his job to actually fire, they had been getting more and more creative with hiding places. 

Usually under a desk or in cleverly hidden drawers and crates were enough, but when it came to meetings and leaving the lab or their home, well. The badniks could be used as more than drones and weapons. A couple of them he had outfitted to safely carry and protect Maria when they were in the field. Their babies seemed to adore carrying her around when she allowed it and, if nothing else, it was a convenient hiding place when Stone appeared with a latte while making absolutely no sound. Honestly, they needed to put a bell on that man. 

Maria broke him out of his thoughts again, this time with a bite to his finger that he barely even felt thanks to his gloves. It was still more than enough to drag an offended huff out of him. “Excuse me, I thought we agreed to stop biting each other once we hit eighteen?” 

“Then don’t ignore me,” Maria huffed, tossing her head back and flipping her ears as if they were hair. It was annoyingly cute. “I’m serious. I tapped into security camera records and went through any rumors that were picked up. Remind me to tell you about General Goulf and his wife finding out about his suitor later, but there was nothing concrete as to Agent Stone’s daemon. There’s not even anything in his file!” 

Maria glared at the holo-screen, Ivo echoing the look because, yes, that was annoying. No matter where Ivo went digging, he couldn’t find any digital information on Stone’s daemon. There were digital markers that spoke of hacking and redacted information, but they were far better than the typical government lackey. There had been no time to truly dig his teeth into the side-project and fish out the information, but Ivo had a feeling he knew who had gotten rid of the information. (301 IQ. Honestly, was the one really necessary? At that point it was just an unseemly brag!)

“The most popular opinion is that he’s a witch,” Maria said, speaking over Ivo’s incredulous laugh. “And that the government managed to steal his daemon and lock them away so he’s forced to work for them.” 

“Oh for the love of- They honestly believe that?” Just when Ivo thought the intellect of humanity could sink no lower. “Tell me there’s at least one sensible rumor.” 

“Some of those who work in medical like to gossip that he and his daemon were in a mission that went wrong and they both got injured. Deeply.” Hm… It wasn’t a complete impossibility. There had been one or two unique case studies of a daemon or their human suffering so much physical damage that the two could become separated to a degree. “A few said he was born without one. Or lost them.” 

Maria looked at the screen when Stone’s backstory was written out in simple black font. Abandoned at age nine, taken into an orphanage, never adopted and aged out of the system. It was all the makings of a tragic backstory and Ivo hated whenever he felt a sympathetic twinge about it. 

“Oh, boo hoo, so he’s an orphan with a rough background. Notice we went through the same thing and we’re still here.” Ivo refused to look at Maria’s judgemental look. He also refused to think that being abandoned by parents you could remember was far different than turning up on an orphanage doorstep as a baby. 

“You know, there’s one thing we haven’t tried yet when it comes to finding out what his daemon is.” Maria shifted in his lap, cutting Ivo off by putting her front paws on his chest and speaking over him when he tried to speak. “We! Can! Ask!” 

Picking Maria up with a scoff and sneer combo, Ivo dropped her onto the desk and bent forward in his chair just to really meet her glare with his own. “We do not ask about people. We deduce and we prove ourselves correct. Just because this agent has an ounce of competency does not mean we change!”

“I thought you were done lying to yourself.” Rearing back in shock that was only mildly faked, Ivo put a hand to his chest with a gasp. “You just haven’t asked because he hasn’t asked.” That… Well. 

That might have been mildly correct. Typically, anyone and everyone who met him asked where his daemon was or what she was. Even if it took a couple of days, they always asked and snooped and acted like they had a right to know. Stone… didn’t. Hadn’t. It had been six months and he had made no mention of Ivo’s daemon except to ask if she was safe or secured when they were on active missions or outside the lab. 

“If he hasn’t volunteered the information and even went so far as to obviously hide it in his files…” Ivo trailed off, feeling the heat of anger and embarrassment both in his cheeks as he looked away from Maria’s smug look. “I can at least return the courtesy of keeping my mouth shut as long as he does.” 

Stone had been wary and cautious around him for weeks whenever the subject of daemons had been brought up. When the idiot finally seemed to realize Ivo didn’t care one iota about him or his daemon or what the thing was, he had relaxed. Honestly, the man was cracked. 

Finally sighing, Ivo closed Stone’s file and switched over to one of their contracted projects, Maria hopping back into his lap and taking her favorite spot. 

Still, he couldn’t help himself from muttering, “I still think his daemon is some type of reptile.” 

“With those puppy dog eyes! Absolutely not!” 

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“-waste of my time,” Ivo muttered under his breath, dodging the masses of old white men who seemed to think a couple of fancy titles made them worthy of being gods. “A meeting. A meeting! Stone! Why did you agree to this shit!” 

Ivo knew as well as Stone did that they had no choice in attending a Pentagon meeting to discuss the allocated budget for weapons contracts. As the most used weapon contractor the government had, Ivo was basically forced to come and beg on why he should be given more money (that he may or may not have been misusing for a few side projects). 

“My apologies, Doctor,” Stone said without so much as skipping a beat, perfectly in time and two steps behind him. “Would you like me to tell them you’re indisposed, next time? I hear respiratory infections are quite common this time of year.” 

It took more energy than he wanted to hide any signs of amusement, and he knew Maria was trying not to laugh from where she was hidden in one of the inside pockets of his coat. “Don’t think just because I haven’t fired your ass that you can get away with being cheeky, Agent.” 

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Doctor.” Hmph. Bastard. Ivo absolutely hated how much amusement he felt from the man’s dry, subtle snark and humor.

“Honestly,” Ivo said, getting back into the swing of his complaints. “They force me to come all the way here and leave my lab, and then they go and ask me to leave behind my babies!” 

Stone at least gave him a sympathetic look, but he had no idea Ivo’s real anger came from the fact that that meant one less place for Maria to hide. While he wasn’t again losing the edge that was people thinking he didn’t have a daemon, what he truly feared was every military higher up goon learning that his daemon was… Well. He had an image to maintain. That was all. 

“Bastards,” Ivo continued to grumble, scowling and damn near snarling as they passed yet another security checkpoint with a guard waiting. “What else do I have left to hide! Do you think I shoved a gun up my ass?!”

The security guard that had stepped towards him immediately stepped back, Ivo storming off and leaving Stone to offer empty apologies that neither of them meant. When the man caught back up to him, he was giving a look that was just judgemental enough for Ivo to stick his tongue out at him. 

The startled snort that Stone immediately tried to hide did little in lifting his mood. (It may have lifted it a touch, though. But just a touch! Hardly any!) 

“Can’t wait to be out of here,” Ivo grumbled, feeling Maria’s agreeing movement from inside his pocket. She was small, but she was still big enough that Ivo had to move dramatically and make grand gestures to keep the oddly shaped lump from being noticed too carefully. Poor thing would be dizzy or nauseous for the rest of the day and Ivo wouldn’t even be able to apologize until they were alone in the lab. God knew Stone wasn’t about to leave his side when they were in public without any badniks. 

(Even if that was the only thing keeping Ivo mildly sane. Rabbits weren’t exactly predators, after all. They didn’t fight back or run. They hid. Having Stone near him, and knowing the man already had and would take a bullet for him, was enough to keep him from spiralling into panic over the ridiculous notion that an assassin could even get far enough into the Pentagon to get to him.) 

“The room will be just up ahead, Doctor. The door to our right.” Ugh. Hours long meeting where Maria would likely have to hide under a table. Miserable. 

Pulling on his anger and patience equally, Ivo stormed into the room with Stone, as always, at his heels. Both of them were already scanning the room, Stone likely looking for escape points and threats, while Ivo just looked for places Maria could get to and hide quickly. With how many eyes would be on him, and how he would be sitting, someone eventually would notice her on him. 

Thankfully, they were just barely on time and the room was already full and busy. No one would notice a small rabbit sneaking through in all the noise before the idiots remembered they were high-ranking military and not old men catching up like they were at a barbeque. 

“Alright,” Ivo muttered, quiet enough that only Maria would hear him. Stone might, as well, but he was good at not questioning the things Ivo did that seemed odd. Besides, even if Stone did see Maria… Well. It didn’t send him into a panic like the thought of the rest of the assholes in the room seeing her. He refused to think about why that was, either. “Cabinet six inches from the wall and two feet behind the southeast corner of the table. We're twelve feet from the table.” 

“Twelve?” Maria hissed up at him, voice just barely a whisper. She likely wanted to yell at him, which, alright. Fair. “I can’t run fourteen feet without being seen! Have you seen how bright my fur is!” 

“Now or never,” Ivo hissed back, dramatically adjusting his coat with a flourish that let Maria slip out and hit the ground behind his legs. Ivo tensed, ready to cause a scene and divert attention in case anyone began to look. Before he could even finish scanning the room, though, a low growling noise behind him had him going completely still and frozen. He knew, without a doubt, that Maria had gone just as still. 

(Daemons weren’t animals. Not really. But they still had teeth and claws and instincts. A lot of people with dog daemons thought it was funny to chase the kid with the rabbit daemon. A lot of idiots forgot that daemons had teeth and claws and instincts.) 

When Ivo managed to control the sharp flash of fear and memory, he realized that the growling had come from a security guard’s daemon at spotting an unfamiliar daemon in a highly secured room. He then noticed that everyone was looking at them — at her. The room was packed with some of the highest-ranking members of the military, ones that Ivo had pissed off time and time again, and they were seeing his daemon- 

“My apologies.” Stone took a step forward from where he had been behind Ivo as usual, tone even and casual and his smile falsely polite. “I realize that many of you have likely never seen my daemon before and it might have caused a security concern.” 

Whatever mutters and whispers were floating around the room, Ivo couldn’t focus enough to hear any of them. No, all he could focus on was that Stone was stepping forward and claiming Maria as his. His files were redacted and hidden. No one knew what his daemon was, the same as no one knew what Ivo’s was. So if Stone claimed Maria as his… There was no one to claim he was lying. 

“Your daemon, huh?” Oh, of course it was that asshole who spoke up, idiotic joy in his beady little eyes as he looked at Ivo. “I’m not so certain I believe that, Agent Stone.” 

“General Goulf,” Stone ‘greeted,’ Ivo wondering if anyone else could hear just how cold Stone’s voice had become. Likely not, considering how many idiots were in the room. “What reason would I have to lie?” 

“Reason? Not many I could think of, but there’s always the chance you’ve been… coerced into saying something you don’t wish to.” Oh for the love of-! Of course he didn’t want Maria to be Stone’s! The asshole would just love an excuse to torment Ivo over having a rabbit as a daemon, especially when his own was a hunting dog of all things the goddamn bastard- “Surely you won’t mind proving it? For security reasons, of course.” 

“Excuse me?!” Ivo put as much strength and dramatics into his voice as he could, pleased when half the room either backed down, looked away, or decided they didn’t want to intervene. “Are you seriously doubting one of G.U.N.’s best agents because the idea of honesty is a foreign concept to you?! Am I really the one that has to start shouting about HR and harassment!”

Ivo… Okay, to be honest, he had no idea where he was going with his argument. He couldn’t risk looking at Maria or discreetly begging for help, and he was working very hard to not look at Stone since he was still trying to figure out why the man would claim Maria as his and- Look. He might not follow a lot of the ‘normal rules of society,’ but even he knew not to touch another’s daemon with bare hands. Ivo refused to let Stone just- Just touch her and-! 

“It’s fine, Doctor.” Stone, as calm and grounding as his fucking name, smiled at him like everything was fine. Before Ivo could even try to snap at him, he watched Stone turn and kneel, cooing out an impossibly soft, “Come here, habibi.” 

Ivo, with wide eyes, realized three things in quick succession. 

One, while Ivo had been pitching a fit, Stone had managed to slip on a pair of gloves that no one seemed to notice; they were thick, leather, and had no chance of accidental skin contact. Two, habibi was Arabic and often used to affectionately refer to a loved one and, if he wasn’t mistaken, Stone was Lebanese. Three, Maria didn’t so much as hesitate, moving swiftly and easily hopping up and into Stone’s arms. 

Stone, without any sort of pause or hesitation, stood back up and cradled Maria to his chest like he had done it millions of times before. Goulf looked like he had been forced to swallow a couple of lemons, but most of Ivo’s attention was on just how natural Stone looked with Maria in his arms. 

“If that satisfies you, General Goulf, I believe we have a meeting to begin?” Stone arched an eyebrow, expression flat and filled with thinly suppressed annoyance. It was only sheer shock still fluttering through him that kept Ivo from laughing when he saw Maria had the exact same expression. 

If later asked, Ivo would be able to accurately recall every word said during the following, dressed up budget meeting. 

During the meeting itself, however, 90% of his attention had been firmly placed on Stone, sitting beside him as usual, with Maria resting in his lap, not as usual. He just- It looked so natural! Stone was holding his daemon and he was making it look natural. Except… Ivo knew Stone. 

To the average observer, Stone looked relaxed and competent as always, taking notes with one hand and supporting Maria with the other. To Ivo, however, he could see how careful the man was being. His body was tense, as if he was trying so hard to not move or shift in any way. His touch against Maria, too, was impossibly light when he looked close enough. The touch was hardly enough to compress some of her fur, and Ivo knew Stone was only using that much force to be certain she wouldn’t fall from his lap. 

God, he was being so careful to not let his skin brush against her. His wrists he kept arched at subtly awkward angles, all made to keep any accidental brushes from possibly happening. Honestly, he acted like touching Maria with bare skin would be the worst thing in the world- 

“Alright. I think that covers the bulk of it for now. Let’s break for lunch and resume this after.” Walters’ words snapped Ivo out of his thoughts and kept him from following up on the immediate urge to slap himself because what had he just thought? “Dr. Robotnik, a reminder that if we go over today, you’ll need to be here tomorrow, as well, to continue the-” 

“Got it, don’t care, email me.” Ivo pushed himself away from the table with all the dramatics he could muster before sweeping out of the room, knowing Stone and Maria were on his heels without even needing to look. Maria he could, obviously, feel, and she had always known where he was going before he even did. Stone… Stone he trusted to follow. (And he did. He always did.) 

Silent, Ivo considered leaving the Pentagon entirely before he forced himself to head for the shitty cafeteria instead. As much as he wanted to go home or even hide in a bathroom and reenact his childhood by sobbing in a stall, he needed to act like things were perfectly normal. It was perfectly normal for a rabbit to be hopping between him and Stone, who was even closer than normal because of ‘his’ daemon. It was absolutely, completely normal for a sealed meeting that was three hours long to have already generated rumors flying around about Agent Stone having a rabbit for a daemon. 

(Goddamn guards had probably started gossiping at once, damn whatever security measures were in place. Ivo couldn’t wait to ruin their lives.) 

Yep. Everything was completely normal. Ivo was completely silent and not even so much as muttering under his breath because everything. Was. Normal. He was just getting his shitty coffee, his shitty food, and ‘enjoying’ his shitty lunch.

Then, because the damn man couldn’t leave well enough alone, Stone was speaking as they sat down at a table as far away from the masses as they could get, “Doctor-” 

Ivo held a hand up, gratified that Stone immediately shut his mouth. When he felt like he wasn’t going to scream, he blew out a slow breath and managed a mildly-strangled, “Explain.” 

“You don’t want your daemon’s form known,” Stone said promptly, always quick to follow an order and never stumbling or hesitating over his words. It was one of the things Ivo appreciated about him and one of the things that was stopping him from erasing the man’s memory and abandoning him somewhere in Louisiana. Maybe California. 

“You don’t do anything without reason,” Stone continued, a bit quicker. “And if she wasn’t recognized by top brass, then you kept it from them purposefully. I-” Stone, briefly, stumbled. It was an odd enough occurrence that Ivo felt a little of his rage drain away for curiosity. “I know how people can be, judging and making assumptions on things they damn well don’t know the first thing about and I just-” Stone stopped again, biting his lower lip in the most outward display of discomfort Ivo had ever seen from him. “I just… reacted without thinking.” 

“Well, better than our reactions, at least.” As a general rule, daemons did not talk to anyone apart from other daemons and their humans. Maria, hopping up onto a chair and then onto the table, and looking Stone right in the eyes as she talked, damn near gave Ivo a heart attack. “And I must say, impressive reaction time with the gloves, Agent.” 

Ivo, about to tell her to shut the fuck up and go back to hiding, froze when he heard Stone’s whisper-soft, “Oh.” When he looked at the man’s face, any yelling or annoyance in him died. All he could focus on was the wide, awed expression on the man’s face, eyes shining like he had been given a gift. 

Before any of them could say anything else, an annoying voice that Ivo did not want to hear came from the shadow that fell over them, “Doctor. Agent. I almost worried you two would run off, seeing how… busy you two are.” 

“General Goulf.” Stone’s voice was the coldest that Ivo had ever heard, and a part of him enjoyed the sour look on Goulf’s face as he clearly heard it. “I’m not certain what you mean, sir. Our entire day was set aside to attend these meetings.”

Goulf looked between the two of them and then sighed like he was about to do them a favor, “Let me be frank. Lying will do nothing for either of you.” Before Ivo could say something that he probably shouldn’t to a general that, in part, controlled some of his funding, the man just kept spewing idiocy. “We all know that that daemon isn’t yours, Agent Stone. After all, most everyone here knows how… close you and the doctor are.”

Goulf took a step closer, Ivo forcing himself to not flinch as Maria seemed to do the same, her eyes trained on the hunting dog daemon that was staring at her far too intently for Ivo’s liking. Stone shifted in his seat, carefully putting himself more in front of Ivo and Maria as he stared the general down with a look that Ivo had last seen on the agent when he was killing an assassin that had gotten into the lab. 

“After all,” Goulf laughed. “Wouldn’t it be just like Robotnik’s guard dog to step in and protect him from the truth?” The man’s gaze turned to him, Ivo hearing the faintest edge of rolling growls that made him freeze. “As if the entire military isn’t already well aware of how he escapes at the first sign of danger, hiding behind anything and everything that might be bigger or stronger than him.” 

The man’s hand reached out to likely grab his shoulder in a ‘friendly’ gesture. Ivo grit his teeth and got ready to bare it, knowing neither he nor Stone could lash out without risking consequences. Before the hand could touch him, however, Ivo froze at the sensation of something crawling — slithering — up his back. 

Before Ivo could flinch, or maybe scream, he saw Goulf stumbling back as a sleek black snake lunged from Ivo’s shoulder and flashed wickedly sharp fangs. The threat was more than clear, enough that even the general’s mangy daemon mutt was hiding behind his legs with its tail between its own legs. 

As the general started swearing and stumbling to not trip over his daemon, Ivo snapped his gaze first to Stone, who had a cold, furious glare locked onto Goulf. Ivo then looked at the snake who had the exact same glare, tail half-curled around Ivo’s neck for balance and being so, so careful to not touch his skin. 

Well, then. If that was the case… 

Leaning back in his seat, Ivo crossed his legs, lifted a hand to prop his cheek against, and grinned with his most infuriating smirk. The red rising to Goulf’s cheeks let him know it was working immediately. “I’m sorry, General, what was that about my daemon?”

“I-! You-!” 

“Really, General, don’t you military types ever learn when to stop running your mouth?” Ivo’s smirk grew wider, relaxing into the feeling of coiled muscle and smooth scales against his coat. (He could get used to the feeling.) “You think such a high-ranking military man would be aware that danger is always just lurking around the corner…” Ivo grinned wide enough to make it clear that he wasn’t just talking about himself. 

Keeping his smug look up until the man had fully left their sight like an enraged toddler running to find a parent, Ivo finally relaxed with an annoyed huff. He couldn’t wait to get home and add another to his ‘list of people to ruin.’ 

“Doctor?” The cadence and tone was one he was used to, but the voice itself was softer and higher and barely louder than a whisper. “Was that… alright?” 

He couldn’t help himself. He was laughing before he could even try to come up with a reason to stop himself. Looking over at his agent, Ivo brushed his gloved fingers gently down the snake daemon’s head and watched as Stone flushed brighter than he had ever seen. 

Maria, always so quick and always knowing him better than he knew himself, had already hopped into Stone’s lap and settled within the arms that had shot out to automatically catch and support her. As if that flush wasn’t enough, he could hear a soft little hiss from Stone’s daemon as she leaned into his touch. Really, was he supposed to resist teasing them? 

Any true annoyance at Stone had left within the first three months of him working for Ivo, after all, and it was so much fun to watch him fumble and fluster the more used to each other they got. Now to have the chance to do it to his daemon? How was a scientist supposed to resist? 

“You know, Maria here thought that your daemon would be something fluffy, considering those wide wet eyes you’re always pointing our way.” Ivo paused only long enough to see Stone mouth his daemon’s name, eyes wide and expression slack. Daemon names weren’t often given lightly, after all. “I, of course, right as always, deduced that she would be a reptile. I suppose it only makes sense she’s a snake… They are known to be quite clever.” 

It was praise and acknowledgement wrapped into one that Ivo would have once never dared to give. That was before he met someone who had so obviously chosen to stay with him. Before someone had claimed his daemon as his own to spare him embarrassment or scorn and then in what might as well have been the same breath asked if he had overstepped. They were words he once would have never said, praise and acknowledgement freely given even with as subtle as it was. Stone was clever, though. He knew well how to read between Ivo’s words. 

Stone, still speechless and now redder than even earlier, made a noise that might have been a squeak or a whine. It was absolutely a sound Ivo would try to replicate and drag from him later. More importantly, however, his attention turned to the soft, warm voice whispering into his ear as a powerful, scaled tail closed tighter around his neck, “Magnificent as always, Doctor.” 

Oh, he was going to have so much fun with his two sycophants once they were all home.

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A Party to Remember Part 1 [Sonic DC AU] This story was inspired by art created by @blu-ish

The wind cut sharply through the night air, rustling the rooftops of the sprawling city below. Dark clouds hung low, concealing the stars and blanketing the sky in ominous gloom. Bathog stood at the edge of the rooftop, a black silhouette cloaked in shadows, his red eyes narrowed as they scanned the city, waiting, watching. Gotham breathed beneath him, a city constantly on the verge of chaos. He could feel it in the cold wind, in the distant hum of traffic, in the muted whispers of a world teetering on the edge.

Suddenly, a soft whoosh broke the silence, barely audible to most, but Bathog didn’t flinch. Supersonic descended from the sky, his red cape catching the wind and billowing behind him like a flag. He landed with an effortless grace, his bright blue and red figure a sharp contrast to the dark, brooding skyline of Gotham. A cocky grin was plastered on his face as he sauntered up to Bathog, exuding confidence.

Supersonic crossed his arms, his eyes flicking to the glowing Bat-Signal projected in the sky. He quirked an eyeridge, the faintest snort escaping him.  

"Subtle as always, Bats," he said, his voice light and teasing, the grin never leaving his face.

Bathog didn’t look at him, his cape fluttering slightly as the wind tugged at it. His reply was low, almost a growl.  

"Coming from the one running around in a bright red cape?"

Supersonic chuckled, unfazed. He gave a small shrug, his eyes gleaming with mischief.  

"Hey, it’s not my fault red looks good on me." He took a step closer, the playful tone in his voice as sharp as ever, daring Bathog to bite.

Bathog’s lips tugged into the faintest hint of a smirk, though it was quickly concealed by his usual stoic demeanor.  

"Hmph, that’s beside the point. You act like I’m the one who made the Bat-Signal."

Supersonic tilted his head, his smirk widening.  

"Well, it’s not like you don’t encourage it by answering." He uncrossed his arms, placing a hand on his hip, his posture relaxed, teasing —trying to get under Bathog's skin. “So what’s the reason for the sudden rooftop party invite?”

Bathog rolled his eyes, a low grunt escaping him. Without a word, he reached into his utility belt and pulled out a data pad, handing it to Supersonic. “What's this?”

"We’ve got a problem," Bathog said, his voice dropping, all business now. "I thought you’d want to know about it, considering it’s partially in your neck of the woods."

Supersonic raised an eyebrow, the usual cocky grin fading as he scanned the information on the screen. His green eyes flicked rapidly over the data, and his expression shifted from amused to serious, a grimace tugging at the corner of his mouth as he finished reading.

"How did you get this information on Ivo Luther?" Supersonic asked, his tone noticeably more focused now. "And why would he be delivering kryptonite to the Joker personally?" He handed the pad back to Bathog, his mind already racing with possibilities. "Also, how did you get this clear photo of Ivo? Is this his office—?"

"I have my ways." Bathog’s voice was stern, his red eyes flicking toward Supersonic as he slipped the data pad back into his belt. "They’re obviously planning something, and it includes debilitating you in some way."

Supersonic’s cocky grin returned as he nudged Bathog playfully with his elbow.  

"Aw, are you worried about me?"

Bathog scowled, swatting at Supersonic’s arm, but there was no real malice behind the gesture.  

"No. I’m simply letting you know that you should keep an eye out until we have more information... Speaking of..." He reached into his belt once more and handed Supersonic a small card.

"An invitation?" Supersonic quirked a brow, turning the card over in his hand. "To what?"

"Would it kill you to read?"

"Eh, I could but I just love hearing your voice."

"It's an invitation to the Robotnik Enterprises Charity Gala, you’ll need one to get in." Bathog replied completely ignoring Supersonic's comment, his tone even, but with a hint of flustered impatience. "I have a connection that informed me Ivo will be attending. I think that would be a good chance for us to get him alone and figure out what he’s up to."

"Us?" Supersonic’s voice was light with surprise, and his eyeridges shot up in disbelief. He leaned in slightly, a mischievous glint returning to his eyes.

"Yes, us," Bathog responded, his gaze steady. "Do you have a problem with that?"

"Oh! No, no, it’s just... I know you like to work alone. I’m surprised you want to work together." Supersonic’s grin softened into something a bit more sincere, his tone hinting at something more than he was letting on.

Bathog crossed his arms, his cape brushing against the edge of the rooftop as he began walking toward the ledge.  

"Your life is in danger, and I don’t feel like cleaning up your streets when you’re gone and I doubt any of the other heroes would want to pick up your slack. The obvious choice would be for us to team up and get this settled before it becomes dire."

Supersonic watched him with a thoughtful expression before muttering under his breath, "Why can’t it ever be just an invite to lunch or something…"

"What?" Bathog snapped, turning his head slightly but not fully looking back.

"Ah, nothing, I’ll see you at the gala." Supersonic replied quickly, waving it off with a grin.

Bathog rolled his eyes and, without another word, leapt off the building, his form gliding effortlessly into the night. The darkness swallowed him whole, leaving nothing but the faint sound of the wind in his wake.

Supersonic stood there for a moment, watching him disappear into the gloom, a hand brushing across his face in mild exasperation.  

"Chaos... now I have to figure out a way to be at that gala without giving up my secret identity to Bats," he muttered to himself. "I bet Amy would want to get up close to some of the attendants for an in-depth interview... maybe she can cover for me while Bats and I interrogate Ivo..."

Supersonic nodded to himself, his resolve firming as he leapt into the air, shooting into the night sky like a golden comet. The wind whipped past him, but his mind was already on the upcoming gala.

[I was laughing every time I wrote *Bathog*, my humor is broken =.=  @mars-wuz-herez @monotone90 @stormyy-bluezz01 I didn't forget about tagging you guys! :3 ]

Here’s Part 2

[magicaloctopus333]

Edit- So I wrote this a while back then realized it fits well enough for Robotnik week [day 6 motocycle]... its a stretch but!! Small drabble.

Since I just wasted ten minutes on something silly, I'm subjecting it onto Stone and Robotnik. Warning for mentions of what is believed to be blood, motorcycle, and mild swearing below

Stone had been out on an errand for the doctor- just down to the hardware store a few blocks down the street.

It was a nice enough day, on the side of hot enough that the brisk wind that cut through him on his motorcycle was a welcome relief.

He had only taken his helmet off when he stepped into the main body of the crab, looking towards where the doctor had been working before Stone stepped out.

Of course, he was still there, bent in half over some papers. Stone released the breath he didn't mean to hold, but that anxiety still lingered at the back of his mind.

He quietly stepped up behind the doctor leaning over to snoop on what had captivated his Doctor at the moment just to catch the red on his hands.

"Where is it?" Stone asked, holding the doctor’s hand even as he jerked, startled by the sudden Stone invasion at his shoulder. "Where's this blood coming from?!"

"Blood?" The doctor asked looking between his agent and his hand for a moment before catching the red stain on his finger tip "oh, that."

"Yes that-"

"Calm down, barnacle head-" Robotnik grumbled, trying to yank his hand back unsuccessfully. "I broke my red pen a bit ago trying to solve this puzzle"

Stone looked down, noticing the broken pen he mentioned staining a piece of paper nearby. As he looked at the table, Robotnik continued his grumbling.

"They were running ads between episodes, as they do, when one came up with this puzzle. I got curious, so I took a photo of it and copied down. I figured it'd keep me busy between commercials..."

With that he sighed, pushing his rolling chair dejectedly away from the table.

Stone looked it over, where one three letter word was circled. On the table were other copies of the same puzzle scribbled over as well. Robotnik kept grumbling, but Stone simply pulled his phone out.

It didn't take long before he was turning the phone to his morose doctor who glared at it, then at Stone.

"It looks like the puzzle maker needs to double check their work" Stone replied, aiming for gently. "They left a letter off on that one word. Idiots."

Robotnik looked it over closely before pulling back, flopping against his seat with a sigh.

"Of course itd be something that simple and stupid." He rolled his eyes, smiling as Stone went ahead and gathered the strewn about papers to throw away- or more likely incinerate. "Have I ever told you I appreciate you, Stone?"

At that, his dear agent stopped, a flush going to his cheeks at the unexpected praise.

"Thank you, sir..."

Brought to you by me doing almost exactly what Robotnik did- except my add came from webtoons, and I took a screen shot. Photos as proof below

[cervicalvito]

Have been thinking a lot about tails in the movie universe and wanted to write out a plot for an idea I’ve been cooking for the past month! Sort of my first fiction except it’s not really complete haha. Regardless I wanted to share because I really liked the idea and might rework it after studying some of the lore

Scene 1: Takes place in Wachowski home as they’re getting ready for school. Sonic is making jokes and teasing Knuckles before he helps Tails with something (sweet but natural big bro moment). Tails is a little flustered and stressed because he doesn’t know how school is going to go and if the other kids or teachers will even like him. As a result of his anxieties he gets a bit overwhelmed on the way to school and it ends with him pouting in the back seat while Maddie wishes Knuckles and Sonic luck for their classes. Tails isn’t angry anymore, he doesn’t’ even know what he was angry at (maybe himself) but as he watches his brothers race into the building he feels a pang of embarrassment and admiration. How come they’re able to go about this so easily? Aren’t they nervous too?

Maddie catches on to Tails attitude shift and she softens, peeking at him from the rear view mirror. She leaves room open for him to initiate a talk but he just shrugs his shoulders and gets out the car door, offering a nervous “bye”. Head down, tails wrapped tight together, eyes focused on his shoes, he trudges his way up the stairs and into the school. Maddie bites her tongue but knows this is something she’ll have to bring up with Tom.

Scene 2: As Tails walks down the halls with some kids staring in shock and others giving him a polite smile seeing how they’re already use to Sonic blazing through the hallways, he reminisces about home on Mobius. He’d gone to school then but not for long. With his two tails, most of his village considered him an outcast or some kind of bad omen. When he’d be at his desk kids would throw rocks or tug on his tails from behind while the teachers would be less than enthusiastic to help him. One teacher in particular would bring out the ruler to smack his hand only whenever he specifically “acted” up. Not long after he felt too rejected to continue attending so he stopped and no one seemed to fuss. He eventually found a home in the library with an old turtle. Her eyesight was waning and if Tails wrapped his namesakes close enough they looked like one tail if you squinted. She’d let him sleep there during the night and study during the day. It wasn’t easy re-teaching himself all the material he’d unintentionally missed out on in school. Sometimes he’d even hover above the class window so he could at least hear what was being taught to the other students.

Scene 3: As Tails settles into his first class, alongside reminiscing his old home, he thinks about when he first latched onto Sonic’s signal. He’d given up on hovering to take notes so he built a “fly on the wall” that way he could view and listen in to what teachers were saying. He just hadn’t calculated how well it would work. In a flash of static, blue electricity, the frequency stutters before he’s zeroing in on a sound. Someone was talking, the audio grainy but there. Curious, he decided to build onto his mini bug so it acts more as a satellite, picking up any frequency for a certain distance. And sure enough he sees Sonic. Fast, strong, and way past cool. For awhile he didn’t want to share what he’d created, he wanted to keep this all to himself. When he’d watch Sonic’s life play out through the screen, he’d often wonder if he’d ever be able to have something like that. Sometimes Tails would even pretend he had his own Maddie and Tom, his own Sonic by setting up old books to act as “parents” and a “brother”. But after he sees Robotnik pairing up with Knuckles to get Sonic, he realizes he needs to act fast and warn him. He has enough materials to make his own weapons pack, at least what he thinks would act as good weapons, but he needs a portal ring. There’s a certain amount the principal keeps in his drawer for meetings and Tails decides they’ll act as the battery to his portal gun. It’s late at night, his backpack already stocked with food and other supplies, and he knows he’ll only need a few minutes or hour at most to get in and out, but as he’s finished with everything he’s caught by the scruff of his neck by two older kids who’d bully him relentlessly. They taunt him but the minute one of their holds loosens to try and peek into his backpack, Tails wiggles his way out and runs free. He’s gasping as he runs, the other two hot on his heels as he approached a cliff. He could fly over easily, but thinking fast, he shoots open a portal and hopes it’s stable enough to get him to where he needs to go.

Scene 4: Tails makes it through his first class okay, albeit he’s nervous and a little queasy when during passing period the other kids come up to him, but they’re just introducing themselves and he can relax a little. Maybe during lunch he bumps into Sonic and Knuckles. Finally once the school day is over he looks at the class bulletin board and sees a flyer brightly announcing the Science Fair. A chance for students to create their own project and present it to the school board. Tails had never had anything like that back home and his head is running a million miles a minute in excitement, until his teacher walks over and asks if he’d like to take one. He still isn’t comfortable so he just stares down at the floor before nodding, slow to accept the paper from her before he runs out and into the car. He’s quick to shove it away in his backpack though.

Scene 5: Tails trusts Maddie and Tom, and doesn’t think they’d treat him the same way his village use to, but they’ve never seen him really tinker yet or get excited over theories. In his village he remembers the glazed over look adults would give him when he’d try to explain his newest invention or interest, and the kids would just destroy it if he ever brought it to class. Even when he knew all the answers in class, he’d get a ruler to the hand for being smart. He didn’t want to take up so much space or impose his interest on everyone else, so maybe he could do the fair in secret? Or maybe not at all. He was happy with the life they were having, he didn’t really want things to change even at the expense of his hobbies.

Scene 6: Dinner goes pretty smooth with Sonic rambling about his day and Knuckles explaining his confusion with classrooms. Tails is still quiet as a mouse and its Knuckles who asks if he had an alright time in the room of class. Tails squeaks and offers that he got to talk to some of the other kids today and actually gets a little excited talking about what may be some of his first school friends before Sonic cuts in and says “Wait James? I know him! He and I were buddies on the little league team, I miss that guy!” And tails kinds of deflates because even though he knows it isn’t rational, he wanted his schools friend to be special to him in a way. Not that he doesn’t look up to and admire Sonic, but if everyone who’s his friend is Sonic’s friend then do they even like Tails or are they just trying to get closer to his brother. After that he picks at his food and Tom noticing, clears his throat and pulls out UNO. he explains the rules of the game and they get playing. Cute family fun and Tails is in the lead with Sonic and Knuckles having a competitive streak that escalates when Knuckles pulls a draw four three times and Sonic laughs mirthlessly. Knuckles was already a bit stressed at his inability to understand his homework so now that he’s losing the game he gets upset with Sonic’s teasing. Tom is quick to defuse the situation though because Tails has won! They cheer and Maddie reminds him to yell UNO to which tails is so excited. Sonic and Knuckles calm down before congratulating their brother on his win but promising a rematch.

Scene 7: Since that morning Maddie had been worried about how Tails was holding up and even texted Sonic to keep an eye out for the little guy before bringing it up with Tom. They don’t;t know much about Tails life before he came to earth and they don’t want to assume but, all signs are pointing to a pretty crummy childhood so far. Tom suggests maybe tonight at dinner they play a game just to loosen everyone up after the first day of school and Maddie agrees. She still has her UNO game deck somewhere around the house and it’d be fun if they all got to play. During the evening while the boys are spread around the house (either upstairs or watching TV or doing homework) and Maddie is prepping dinner she tells them to go wash up. Knuckles is a bit frustrated with his work and for a moment is hesitant to leave the table but Maddie assures him she’ll help him tonight after dinner. Reminded now that it’s quiet that she wanted to find UNO she’s searching around the cupboards when she trips a little over the pile of backpacks that have been thrown into the designated corner of the house. She rolls her eyes and huffs before she kneels down to put the papers back into Tails bag which had fallen out when it was knocked over and sees the crumpled science fair flyer. She studies it a moment and wonders why he’d hide this before she folds it into her pocket and puts the backpacks where they’re meant to go.

Scene 8: After dinner with Tom helping Knuckles with his homework and Sonic taking out the trash, orchestrated so Maddie could have a talk with Tails, she has him helping her dry the dishes when she brings up the science fair. His ears lower and he feels like he’s been caught but she reassures him that she isn’t mad she just wants to know why he hid it. He explains he didn’t think it’d be a big deal and while Maddie knows that isn’t the full truth she doesn’t want to pry too much so she just hums and asks if he’d like to join. She hasn’t seen him invent much aside from their troubles in Hawaii and that while she may not be a super genius, she’d love to help. Tails beams and starts to ramble about his ideas for the fair and while Maddie can’t understand half of the science he’s spouting, she’s more than happy to listen. That night the two make a plan to make a rocket for the fair and as Maddie tucks Tails in she gives him a little forehead kiss leaving him to kick his feet and squeal into his pillow as he thinks of all the inventions he could make.

Scene 9: After Maddie’s comfort and assurance, Tails is fired up to get started on his project which leads him to be a bit more open at school. He is able to play well with James and some of the other kids and beams when his teacher directs him to the science and engineering lab. A whole room dedicated to inventing! He works all throughout his nutrition and lunch period, brushing off Sonic and Knuckles expecting them all to have lunch together.

Possible scene play out:

Sonic and Knuckles already sitting at their table expecting Tails to saddle up with them like always only for the fox to brightly respond he has work to do in the engineering lab and that he’ll catch up with them later. Leaving Sonic a little disappointed and Knuckles unbothered on the surface. At first it was cute and cool seeing Tails get so into his work and being able to blast off prototype rockets was always exciting but as the weeks went by and Tails was still working, the brothers had been missing their little buddy. Now it’s just Sonic and Knuckles sitting together not really sure what to talk about but it ends with them somehow arguing over chicken nuggets or something petty.

Tails doesn’t realize that by distancing himself nearly all throughout the day that his brothers are missing him and it’s causing some tension considering they’re so competitive with one another and without Tails to mediate.

Scene 10: Tails hadn't thought his distance would affect anyone, he was just excited and the two brothers had always had a competitive streak. Besides, they could have fun on their own, they didn’t need Tails there all the time. But now even after school the fox seemed farther and farther away with Maddie always helping him. During dinner, bath time or bedtime, she offered an ear and would sometimes chime in when Tails was explaining his ideas for the rocket. She may not have understood physics the way Tails did, but she understood architecture and design. But despite this, she tries encouraging him to spend some time with Sonic and Knuckles. He feels like they don’t need to hang out with him but usually at the end of the day they’ll be on the couch watching a movie and it seems any problems or anxieties are just gone. Before the next day comes and it’s the same thing over and over again.

Scene 11: Throughout the weeks he’d been working it seemed Sonic and Knuckles had been fighting a lot more. Petty disagreements over stuff that really didn’t matter like who ate the last cookie. Who used up all the hot water. Sonic being too loud while Knuckles would try to meditate. It was nothing too alarming but the tension was building as much as Tails tried to reassure himself things were ok. Tom, noticing the tension between the boys, decides they all need to unwind and go fishing. It takes a little convincing but eventually all three of them are on a boat with the sun beating down on them and for a moment Tom gives himself a pat on the back. But this little bonding activity turns into Sonic and Knuckles competing to see who can get the most fish. Tom decides to make it a thing, he and Knuckles against Sonic and Tails. Sonic wanted to be on Toms team but Knuckles called it before he did, but at the same time he’s happy to spend some time with Tails. Unfortunately for him, the fox isn’t the best fisher. Tails tries his best and even attempts using one of his pocket gizmos on the fishing line to help it go deeper and rise up faster but it works a little too well and ends up with Sonic in the water, being pulled down by the force of the rods power before Knuckles has dived in to retrieve him. He asks why Sonic didn’t just let go of the rod and he snarls “because it’s Dads!”.

The ride back home is tense and Tom tries to ease the tension saying “C’mon boys it’s just fishing, not a competition” and Sonic glumly says “Well maybe I would’ve won if brainiac here hadn’t jinxed my rod” and while he doesn’t really mean it, just rattled from nearly drowning AGAIN, the words cut Tails deep. In the car ride back home even though he’s the only one dry, smack dab in the middle of Sonic and Knuckles who are quietly seething, he feels ice cold from Sonic’s remark and the lack of defense from Tom. This brings back his insecurities about inventing.

Part 2

[the-borrower1]

I've just seen Sonic 3, which was great so it's time for some Sonic G/T ideas!

Here is what I think their reaction would be to being shrunk!

Tiny Agent Stone : Dr. Robotnik mocks him for being useless before announcing that he has no choice but to carry Agent Stone and placing the tiny in his chest pocket. Upset about the situation at first, Agent Stone becomes happy with being so close to his favorite person.

Tiny Robotnik: He doesn't let his tiny size stop him and still makes threats as if he was big. Agent Done carries him around in his hands. Of course Agent Stone makes tiny clothes and food for him too.

Tiny Sonic: He marvels at everything. Tom and Maddie were worried he would get stepped on at first, but quickly realized Sonic can still outrun them. They worry about him as he wants to try new things with his size. He enjoys huge sizes of food.

Tiny Knuckles: He still packs a punch, especially when he is nearly stepped on or Sonic tries teasing him. Tom catches them playing around by throwing Knuckles at stuff to smash, and grounds them for being reckless.

Tiny Tails: He gets around the house by flying and creates gadgets his size. He gets annoyed when everyone treats him like he is fragile.

[carcassarkis]

Underground: Revamped

#2

Information about some supporting cast!

Knuckles

The last of the echidna

Considered one of Robotnik’s “lackeys,” though more often acts in his own interests

Quills glow due to unknown causes; Robotnik believes it has to do with his medallion

Lived in the flourishing remnants of Mobius under Stripes’ leadership. No one knew he existed in their vicinity, as he was in a hidden grotto attempting to keep his ancestors’ history alive. He was an older puggle when Robotnik struck his deal with Stripes. Knuckles grew upset and intercepted Robotnik’s machinations. The scientist, seeing potential in taking the last of the echidna, took him under his wing and spoke of others trying to steal the echidna’s “life purpose.” He immediately sticks to the scientist like a nervous-yet-bullheaded child.

Knuckles grows up as Robotnik’s unofficial ward. He has his medallion, though he doesn’t know exactly what it does. He finds the Sonic Underground to be disrespectful to his ancestors and their protection of chaos energy. He refuses to show Robotnik his first home.

Age: 14-16

Shadow Robotnik

Robotnik’s “official” ward

Considered one of Robotnik’s “lackeys,” though ignores most of the scientist’s whims

Wears mechanical gloves to give the illusion of roboticization

Technically is Robotnik’s nephew, but neither make that public knowledge. Maria Robotnik was his cousin, but the pair had a close sibling relationship. She took over their grandfather’s project, Shadow, and started caring for him as if he were her own. Her sudden death brought Shadow and the doctor under the same roof. Shadow doesn’t care about Robotnik’s designs for the future, he just wants his mom back.

Shadow and Knuckles have a stepbrother-esque relationship. The pair team up if Robotnik requires it, but they don’t care how sloppily they do it. They have better things to do. Shadow has been granted the privilege to see Knuckles’ original home. He goes there to stare up at the stars, sometimes.

Age: 15-17

Miles “Tails” Prower

Mechanic under Robotnik

Dingo’s little brother

Violinist, secret fan of the Sonic Underground

Came with Dingo when he started working for Robotnik. Scared that they might be kicked out and/or roboticized at any moment. He started tinkering in biomechanics after Dingo was experimentally roboticized with biological nanobots that allow for his physical form to change. He constructed an electronic violin to try and help counter the brainwashing that common forms of roboticizing cause.

He started sneaking into resistance meetings to try and catch the attention of the Sonic Underground. He is a very big fan and wants to work up the courage to ask them for help with getting he and his brother out of Robotnik’s reach.

Age: 8-10

Frye “Dingo” Prower

Mercenary under Robotnik

Tails’ older brother

Experimental biomechanical roboticization used on him

Recruited by Sleet under the promise of providing for his brother. Views Sleet as a fatherly figure. Has a good conscience, but ignores it at Sleet’s behest. Frequently threatened with harm to Tails if he doesn’t comply. Encourages Tails’ interest in music, but tries not to think about it too hard for fear that Sleet or Robotnik will find out.

Frequently gets into scraps with people over Sleet’s reputation. Tries not to let Tails see how the roboticization affects him (intense physical pain, mental strain).

Age: 19-23

Sleet

Well-known mercenary

Works under Robotnik for the thrill

Likes pushing the limits of Dingo’s enhancements

Interplanetary mercenary with a bloody reputation. He doesn’t have the brightest of minds, but his physical prowess and agility prove difficult to overcome. Keeps his left hand uncovered for easy access to the controller over Dingo. His right hand is often used to threaten and maim.

Has a deep dislike for Knuckles, Shadow, and Tails. Finds their presence annoying and detestable. The only reason he doesn’t obliterate them is because he wants to keep a tight leash on Dingo and stay on Robotnik’s good side.

Age: 37-42

Other Notes:

Knuckles, Shadow, and Tails leave each other be. They have no malicious feelings toward each other. Shadow is well aware of Tails’ involvement with the resistance, but couldn’t care less. Knuckles doesn’t care at all, merely complains about the misuse of medallions.

Sleet uses Dingo’s naivety to deflect his crimes. Aside from being a mercenary, he commits petty theft and kidnappings. Dingo’s hero worship proves a good alibi.

Dingo refuses to tell Tails how he got the scar over his eye. Tails suspects it was from a scrap on the streets trying to survive. He actually got it from their mother after she threw them out for being a burden, but he wants Tails to believe their parents were kind.

Dingo’s spots are patches of fur that have lightened due to the stress and physical pain of his roboticization.

[theranilord]

This is the first fan fic I've written since the 90s, but Stobotnik has me full tilt. Waiting for Sonic 3 I rewatched Sonic 2 and Wade's ease at rolling up to the Mean Bean and that whole scene put this idea into my head... what if Stone wasn't just waiting on the Doctor?

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The first month without the doctor had been spent sitting alone in his trailer, surrounded by bandits, searching the continent for any trace of Ivo Robotnik. Then the world. Then the milky way.

Nothing.

Stone found nothing.

The second month had been spent setting up a secret base in his last known location.

Green Hills, Montana.

It was easy enough for someone as skilled in deception as Agent Stone. Forge some signatures, flash some documents and no one questioned how quickly he had the Mean Bean coffee shop ready for "business". Stone was always a diligent worker and his focus was renowned. It was why he fit so well with Robotnik, to the dismay of many.

However, there was one thing Stone had not prepared for, and as he began closing up shop his problem came rolling into view.

"Hey! Catch you at a bad time?" Wade Whipple walked in. The wannabe Sheriff of this backwater cesspool had begun to get on Stone's last nerve. If he had two brain cells to rub together Stone would think Wade was stalking him.

"Actually, yes." Stone said rolling his eyes as he turned to grab a broom. "I'm closing." He grabbed a small dustpan and waved it with the most sarcastic smile he could muster. Ivo would be proud. At least Stone hoped he would be.

"Oh. Right. Yeah, cause you don't live here." Wade said with a self deprecating smile. Silence fell and Stone was certain the deputy had gotten the point.. until he spoke again. "You're coffee is just so good. Like, it flows in your veins." Wade laughed at his own joke then made it worse when he kept talking. "Not like I think you're made if coffee, but you're just wow with it. Like, did you go to school to make it? Some kinda secret coffee school? It's very... wow." He finished quietly, suddenly aware of former Agent Stone staring at him with an empty face.

"No. I practice." Stone dumped the dustpan into the trashcan and set it down in it's proper place beside the broom holder. Doctor Robotnik would appreciate the order and cleanliness. "What can I do for you, Deputy Whipple?" Stone asked refusing to contain his impatience. Formal titles were good at that with most people, but once again these simple social cues were lost on Wade.

"Well, I've seen you around lately and I wondered if.. you want a tour? Like, being new in town? I can show you the ropes around here. I'm kinda important." Wade gave a small laugh, and Stone had to admit that under different circumstances he might find it charming, but he and his heart belonged to Robotnik.

Suddenly an idea popped into his head and he slowly smiled his most charming smile at the bumbling man before him. "Why, Deputy, I'd love to see your quaint little town. I bet there are so many places to see." Stone began advancing on Wade slowly. "Secrets to learn. I bet you know everything about this..." Stone stopped in front of him "...adorable..." he put a hand on Wade's chest "...little..." they locked eyes "...town."

Wade's heart skipped a beat and he felt his stomach begin to twist into knots. He let out a loud nervous laugh, scaring himself. "Pssh, yeah. I... I..." Looking into the baristas eyes he suddenly lost all words and just began nodding.

Stone gave a large and undeniably fake smile as he took Wade's arm in his. "Good. Good. Why don't you meet me here tomorrow night at 8pm. You can show me all your secrets." As Stone led Wade to the door, Wade began laughing nervously.

"Yeah, I can. Do that, yes. We will. Tomorrow?" He repeated, his mouth feeling dry.

"Tomorrow. Goodnight..." Stone leaned forward and Wade followed his example, closing his eyes and puckering his mouth for a kiss in a rather unseemly manner. "Wade." Stone said seductively, closing the door in Wade's still puckered face. The lock clicked and the blinds fell, breaking Stone's spell on the other man.

"Goodnight..." Wade walked over to his new scooter and began rolling away.

Inside, Agent Stone began pulling up the files on the blue menace and his would-be family. Maybe, this stupid little one horse town could be useful after all...

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1: alpha/alpha stobotnik (pre-canon) (word count: 1600)

[ here is my drabble for the poll from the other day! features: alpha stone, alpha robotnik, the death of an unnamed assassin (not super graphic), and robotnik's lack of care for stone's personal space. ]

When Agent Stone was assigned to Dr. Robotnik, he’d already heard enough rumours and hearsay to build a comprehensive dossier. Impossible to work with. Workplace hazard. Dangerous, a bully, a lunatic, aggressive. Uncontrolled. Several of his fellow agents, of multiple designations, had told him in confidence, huddled in the breakroom, that Dr. Ivo Robotnik was the most impossible alpha they’d ever had the misfortune of working with. An actual mad scientist. I mean, he’s brilliant, but he’s a right asshole. I heard Holly retired right after working with him. They actually let her leave, set her up somewhere in Mexico. And she only made it a week!

Stone had absorbed as much of the gossip as he could, compiling it all in a neat folder in his mind. He used to pride himself on his network of “friends” in GUN, people who were eager to share workplace drama with him because they didn’t see him as a threat. He’d never felt the need to posture or preen like the other alpha agents-- always found it far more useful to allow others to underestimate him, get comfortable with his neutral scent and his calm demeanour. Plus, if he’d been an arrogant, bull-headed alpha, he never would’ve been selected for Dr. Robotnik’s security detail. 

The official facts, passed down to him from on high, are as follows:

Dr. Ivo Robotnik is a genius inventor, and one of GUN’s most prized assets, despite the fact that his contract with the organisation is about as sturdy as sand. His allegiance could be swayed with a strong enough tide, and GUN knew it. 

GUN wants any possible crumbs of proof that Dr. Robotnik is working with foreign agencies or diplomats or anything suspicious, so that they can force him to take a more permanent contract. 

Dr. Robotnik is a paranoid, highly territorial alpha who rules his den lab with an iron fist. His security detail has the highest turnover rate GUN’s ever had the misfortune of paying for. In the nine months Dr. Robotnik has been contracted to work with GUN, he’s gone through sixty-three agents from varying levels. 

The longest lasting bodyguard assigned to him was another Special Agent with a lengthy military career and a knack for quiet violence. A beta, the file reports. GUN thinks he will fare even better-- counting on his status as an alpha to not be run off by Dr. Robotnik’s posturing. 

( They want him to approach the doctor with a firm hand and a calming alpha smile. He’s done it before, technically, played at subterfuge and designation politics in the name of the US government. He could certainly do it again, but he knows without stepping a foot in Dr. Robotnik’s lab that it would certainly fail. )

Stone’s first few days on-site are some of the most fun he’s had since he was snapped up by GUN recruiters. The doctor is easily the most fascinating person Stone has ever met. His lab is sleek and impossibly modern, filled with technology that begs to be admired and praised. Every surface has been meticulously scent-marked, to the point that Stone suspects the doctor of using a synthesised pheromone. Maybe the drones come through and mist the place after hours. There is a very strict “no touching” policy on most worktables, equipment, and the doctor himself. Stone commits every rule to memory as he familiarises himself with the lab and his circuit through and around it. 

Dr. Robotnik pays little attention to him, seemingly, while he does his rounds. Stone catches glimpses of him working on a gutted chassis in the centre of the work floor when he passes through the main lab, back always turned, head lowered over the metal carcass suspended on the rig. Sometimes he’s welding, huge goggles pulled down over his face. But Stone feels eyes on him everywhere in the lab. If it’s not Dr. Robotnik’s heavy, critical gaze on his back, it’s the curious, back-lit eyes of his many drones as they drift through the lab on their own missions. More than once, Stone has found a drone hovering just beyond his shoulder as he patrols the grounds outside the lab, a silent proctor as he scans the treeline and keeps himself a moving target. 

Beyond the initial hazing attempt-- the doctor crowding him against the door and purposefully, aggressively scenting him before withdrawing and beginning to recite the lab rules at his slowly blinking visage-- Dr. Robotnik hasn’t spoken more than ten words to him by the end of the first work week. He gets the occasional comment as their paths cross but nothing beyond brief acknowledgment and dismissal. But that’s better than being thrown out on his ass, so Stone doesn’t falter. He continues patrolling, continues keeping his scent as bottled up as he can, continues his attempt at becoming a nearly invisible presence on the outskirts of the doctor’s senses.

The start of his second week is marked by a haphazard assassination attempt (!) that Stone takes joy in putting a bloody stop to. It’s a rare moment where he’s unaccompanied by one of the doctor’s drones, something he’ll later wonder if it was intentional, and the assassin is attempting to scale the shadowed back wall of the lab. Must’ve snuck in past the treeline. Stone watches impassively for a few seconds as the man clambers up onto the awning and begins trying one of the windows of the second floor. His gun is sitting comfortable and accessible at his hip, but he hasn’t had a good fight in too long, and a long-dormant protective urge is just beginning to stir inside his ribcage. He takes another look around. No drones. No view from the driveway. Just a camera up where the third story wall meets the overhang of the roof. 

The would-be assassin doesn’t even realise he has company until Stone levers himself up onto the awning enough to circle a hand around his ankle and yank. He goes down with a choked yell, and Stone drops down to the ground below as the assassin topples over the side of the ledge. He hits the ground with a satisfying thud, and Stone takes pleasure in planting his foot on the cretin’s wrist, pinning it. He crouches to divest the assassin of the gun at his hip, dropping more of his weight on the fragile bones beneath him. Idiot’s still dazed by the fall and the surprise. Stone waits until comprehension finally dawns on him before flicking the safety off of his requisitioned gun and pressing the muzzle against the soft give of the man’s carotid artery. 

“If you scream,” Stone drawls, letting go of his genial, polite mask in order to stare down at the rapidly widening eyes of the man beneath him, “I will blow your brains out.”

The man’s face twists in defiant anger, and his scent flares pungent and offensive. Stone wrinkles his nose even as the man snarls and makes a grab for the gun, which, really? It’s like no one trains assassins anymore. Stone squeezes the trigger as one hand fists around his tie, and the sound of the shot is louder than he would prefer for the relative silence surrounding the lab. He idly hopes the doctor soundproofed his main work room, and isn’t disturbed by the gunfire. Maybe Stone can get this all cleaned up and have his report together by the time Dr. Robotnik bothers to come looking. 

He stands up, flips the safety back on. Deep breath, smelling blood and smoke and fire. Stone shakes himself slightly, letting the mask slide back over him as he leaves the body sprawled in the dirt in order to slip into the lab to search for cleaning supplies. 

He’s just located the first floor maintenance closet when Dr. Robotnik’s voice comes from behind him. Stone turns and stands at attention, nose twitching slightly as the slightly acrid scent of motor oil and myrrh washes over him.

“You were in the Marines.”

It’s not a question, but the doctor doesn’t follow it up with anything else, so Stone inclines his head and replies, “Yes, doctor.” 

There’s the faintest suggestion of a smirk on the doctor’s face. He draws closer and closer to Stone, who tilts his chin up and bares his throat in the most open display of submission he can manage, with the rapidly dwindling space between them. “Did they teach you that in the Marines?” 

Stone blinks slowly, offers that polite, closed mouth smile he’s honed over the years, both curious and reserved. “Sorry?” 

Dr. Robotnik scowls. “Don’t play cute, agent. Are you going to clean up your mess?”

Stone nods, and very bravely stands his ground when the doctor reaches out to straighten his tie, which was still slightly rumpled from being so rudely grabbed. His hands are warm, even through all the layers separating them. Stone takes careful, measured breaths, letting the doctor’s scent fill his senses as he tucks the tie back into place. Instead of taking his hands back when he’s done, Dr. Robotnik jabs a finger against his chest, hard enough to press Stone backwards into the doorframe. “Good. I don’t need GUN thinking I need more of you wretched government dogs sniffing around. One of you is enough.”

And then he turns and disappears down the hall, leaving Stone off-kilter and slightly breathless in his wake. If Stone ducks his head to sniff at his adjusted tie, catching another whiff of the doctor’s usually close-kept scent, well. There’s no one else around to judge him.

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Aleena and Jules - The Story of Sonic's parents

[Part 1] [Part 2]

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Two years after Aleena and Jules were crowned and married, and one year after the birth of their triplets, Dr. Robotnik arrives in the kingdom. He presents a curious sight for the people, since they've never seen anyone who looks like him before. (Humans have not arrived and populated the area yet.)

Robotnik introduces himself to the king and queen as a wandering inventor, a scientist, who'd love to offer his work to their people.

Aleena and Jules allow him to stay in the kingdom, and Jules sends his older brother Charles to observe the strange doctor, and take a closer look at his work, and his intentions. [Chuck and Bernie character design]

Charles, an inventor and academic himself, is extremely thrilled by the things Robotnik has to offer and all the advantages this kind of technology can bring. He manages to convince Jules of the good the doctor can do for the kingdom, but Aleena stays suspicious. Robotnik acts strange, he obviously isn't from around, but whenever they ask any details about where he comes from and why he left his home, he evades them.

Within a few months Robotnik integrates himself into the society and gathers star-struck followers around his person. He introduces electricity, communication devices and means of transportation. (The mobians of the kingdom aren't very technologically advanced, and mostly use magic for these things, but not everyone can use magic, so the machines fascinate them. Charles develops a liking for planes in particular, and builds himself a little biplane.) Robotnik also introduces his worker robots, mechanical help for any kind of heavy labor. Aleena and Jules give permission to test some of them in the field, and the sight of these worker drones in the city becomes a not so unusual one, escpecially working for the rich and nobles.

Charles also supports Robotnik with his newest invention, a machine that can put in mechanical prosthesises. Charles, who himself has lost his left arm in a terrible accident as a teenager, sees the incredible advantages for medicine, but many think it to be unnatural. By now, the mood of the people starts to cool against the doctor, because Robotnik often disregards the culture and love of nature of the people.

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Then, after a couple of months, the putsch happens.

Without warning, the robots attack. Robotnik had somehow raised a whole armee of them, and after months of preparations, they join the robots that were strategically placed in the city, and overrun the capital. The royal palace falls within a day.

Charles reaches his brother just before the attack to warn him. The family tries to flee, but Robotnik catches up to them. He needs to get his hands on the queen, because he knows the assumption of power will go over easier if he controls the monarchy.

Jules faces him with nothing but his sword.

It breaks Aleena's heart, but the children's safety comes first. The nurse pulls her away, and with the babies they flee. Jules keeps Robotnik long enough for them to escape.

Aleena never sees him again. Jules doesn't let himself get captured.

Shortly after, Charles joins them again, after he had prepared an escape. He almost goes back for his little brother, can't leave him behind, but they know Jules would have wanted them to get the triplets to safety. They escape the palace and hide on the edge of the city.

With the capital's ressources it's easy for Robotnik to expand his sphere of influence further and further. The outer baronies bow quickly to avoid a fight. But Jules' family is wiped out anyway, their home burned down, to get ahead of a retaliation for the king's death. Charles has to go underground as new head of his family, and his sister Bernadette marries into another noble family and hides her connection to Jules. She stays in higher circles as Aleena's contact. Neither Jules' parents nor Aleena's mother survive the putsch.

Robotnik's reign of terror begins. The aristocrats are allowed to keep their privileges for high tribunal payment, which Robotnik uses to fund his reign. The simple people are enslaved. Soon, everywhere in the city robot factories start springing from the ground. Robotnik reforms everything, destroys the nature, magic and music are forbidden on death.

Then, Robotnik starts roboticizing. The machine that Charles had admired so much and helped build is now used to make people into mindcontrolled cyborgs, to exchange complete limbs with mechanical ones and put them under Robotnik's control. More and more fall victim to this fate, because Robotnik trusts no one, especially not those who crawl to him.

A few weeks later the Oracle of Delphius appears in Aleena's hideout.

He reveals to her that her children are in danger, and she has to separate from them, or Robotnik will find them soon. With great grief after everything she's already lost, Aleena takes the babies to three different families where they grow up safe and in ignorance of their true parentage.

Prince Maurice II., by his father affectionately named Sonic, is left with a couple of simple workers. The wife is the royal triplets' former nurse whom Aleena trusts deeply, and of course she immediately recognizes the baby that's been left on her doorstep to be her former charge. They call the boy Sonic instead of his grandfather's name for cover. Charles visits his nephew from time to time while building up the underground rebellion.

Princess Sonia is left in the care of the rich widow Lady Windemere, and is the only of the three growing up in wealth. Her aunt Bernadette keeps an eye on her while mingling with he nobles to gather information for the resistance.

Prince Manic never arrived at the home he was supposed to go to. A group of thieves napped him from the doorstep, and he grows up between them as protegé of their leader Farrell. Aleena is worried that she has lost sight of her son, but the Oracle tells her everything will come as it has to.

Aleena vanishes underground, working towards the day they can overthrow Robotnik, and she can be reunited with her family and take back her throne.

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And eventually, that day comes. Peace returns to Aleena's kingdom. Despite everything that has changed, and the sacrifes made.

(Sonic's adventures had only begun though.)