#agent stone mentioned

[esosage]

Had an idea where robotnik was talking about stone to gerald, and gerald mistakes stone to be his boyfreind from the way robotnik talks about him.

So gerald either goes the rest of the time thinking robotnik and stone are dateing, until he calls stone robotniks boyfreind, infront of robotnik. Or he tells robotnik to go get his boyfreind for him moments after robotnik talked about stone. But, either way, it endd in robotnik haveing to frantically explain that him and stone arn't dateing, and that stone is just his assistant.

Gerald accepts it eventually, but he still doesn't quite belive it. He's been in love before, and he see's the way they look at eachother.

[mothric]

the dichotomy between Lee and Jim talking about Stone/Robotnik is hilarious because on one hand we've got Lee coming up with thoughtful, heartbreaking headcanons for Stone, giving genuine emotional depth to their relationship, first-naming Ivo and practically writing his own 500k found family to lovers fic. and then Jim's like "yeah they're toxic. probably boning too"

[corneredcopia]

FADEL KNOWS😭

Stobotnik divorce transcends our private bubble

[bugslaststraw]

See it's funny because in the games, and in any other assorted media before the movies came out, everyone low-key just hates Robotnik. And not even in the fun dedicated way like they all seem to think he's a bit of a failure. Which sounds weird if you don't know anything about Sonic (and certainly sounded weird to me three weeks ago when I was one of those people) but it really is just genuinely the case. I think?

Obviously his family all hate him. Movie-only fans will have an idea about this one; we've got good old Geralt Robotnik who didn't give a rats ass about him in favour of his long-dead cousin Maria, whom he wants revenge for. Geralt manipulated him and used him and said "oh Ivo you're no Maria" even though Ivo probably doesn't even know who the fuck Maria is in the movie universe and so on, et cetera. Geralt sucks just as much in the games and did approximately the same thing there.

What you may or may not know is that in one of the games, Eggman runs into a descendant of his from generations into the future. That guy's name is Eggman Nega, and he absolutely hates his ancestor. He thinks he's cramping his style? He's trying to go back in time and kill him to restore his reputation as far as I remember. Not to mention he has other family and cousins, none of whom give a flying fuck what happens to him. I distinctly remember someone who's name was Collin but who's nickname was Snively and who also worked with Eggman at some point, but hated him, and then later betrayed him. I can't remember a single family member of Eggman's that actually seemed to like or even tolerate him.

He's had a lot of henchpeople too. Most of them were robots. A lot of them, like Omega, and Alpha, and Sage to an extent (although she was more like a robot daughter he built for himself) betrayed him and joined the good guys too (Sage is another outlier, she isn't exactly switching over but she definitely isn't loyal either so.??) I mean, Eggman isn't even surprised by the fourth time. Smaller minions like Orbot and Cubot and their predecessors weren't able to betray Eggman, but definitely would've if they could've because they all disliked him because he's allegedly a shit boss. (Who says he isn't. He's evil after all.)

He "contracts" a lot of spies and stuff too. Animal characters. They all hate him as well, but he tends to hate them in return, so at least those are entirely fair game.

Not to mention all the villains he's conveniently happened to need the same thing as at the start of the game, but become inconvenient to towards the end, so they betray him as quickly as possible to get ready for their final boss fight with Sonic towards the conclusion of the story. There's more of those than I can count or care to remember. He meets his alternative universe self once and they hate each other. There's even a moment in I think the comics where Eggman loses all his memories and temporarily becomes nice, and hangs out in a village and builds things for the furry people who live there. He makes a wooden puppet style robot that also becomes like a daughter to him. She's good at engineering, just like him. Of course when he gets his memories back and becomes evil again she leaves as quickly as possible and later helps Sonic & co. She's very resentful about it all, I've heard.

None of that is surprising, of course. Eggman is an evil villain to the heroes and a loser to the villains. It's funny! It's a joke. They need to introduce scarier villains in the games to ramp up tension but they can't exactly just drop Sonic's nemesis down a hole somewhere, being as iconic as he is... So he sticks around. But as a joke, rather than an actual threat. And it's a little sad, yeah. But he deserves it! He's trying to create some sort of totalitarian egg-state and he bullies Sonic for having friends, for Christ's sake. Why should anyone want to stay loyal to a guy like that- and why should anyone do it at all? Joining the heroes is the cool thing to do! Shadow does it, Knuckles does it, Omega kinda sorta does it, Sage is toeing the damn line from what I've heard, it's...

Okay, it's kind of a lot? I mean I understand having nobody that's a good guy like the villain, but like... Not even his damn henchpeople robots? In a lot of the animated shows and comics he keeps building robot wives for himself that are explicitly created just to like him, by him. That or he's into someone who's into one of the animals, or similar. I mean, it's that bad. And it's like... Nobody? Not even once in like thirty years did anyone come up with the idea to give Eggman?? This behemoth among famous pop culture characters? A loyal henchman?

And- well, okay, nowadays this isn't true anymore. I'm sure we all know why. And that's kind of fun; in 2020, Doctor Robotnik gained his first and only loyal henchperson. Great! But...

Jeff Fowler is a Sonic fan, isn't he. Would he know..?

Would anyone involved in making the movies know that Eggman famously... Doesn't have any friends? That nobody seems to like him? That he's apparently infinitely betrayable? Do they know? Do they know? Is that why the third movie is written like that? Is it not just a character complex pulled out of someone's- I mean, when movie Eggman says that there's only ever been one person who actually liked him and one person who actually cared about him... He's quite literally right, isn't he. As in... Since 1991... Like 34 years since conception as a handful of red pixels in the hottest new platformer game there's actually, literally only been one character..? ooh I think I need to lie down for a bit

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

Agent Stone 🤝 Movie!Tails

Love interest coded in Sonic Movie 2

[iced-coffeebean]

Circling back to my Werewolf! Stone AU idea, I think it would also be interesting to have him become a Werewolf post Sonic 3 as a "I need to figure out a way to kill that fucking hedgehog so I can avenge my bf" and he's like "If you can't beat em, join em." And he tried to genetically enhance himself to stand a better chance against them and be more on their level (rather than just a human with gadgets like rn and how Robotnik was) but it goes wrong and he ends up a furry (a werewolf) and now he's a werewolf trying avenge his bf.

Plot twist if Robotnik is still alive and finds him just to see what Stone has done to himself because of him. Seeing how far Stone is willing to dedicate himself to him even in "death", he would do ANYTHING for him.

[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)

[stardatez3ro]

revealing my dark past (sonic hyperfixation that lasted a year) to everyone by being unreasonably excited about the movie coming out next month

[echo-the-artist]

Sonic Movie writing practice

This isn't the first writing practice that I posted but I took down the first one because I wasn't happy with it and I will rewrite it completely when (if) I have the motivation to do so. For now, please enjoy this incomplete writing practice I did out of boredom

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Stone looked at the cobalt speedster, glowering at the sight of his enemy. "Now I'd love to stay and chat" said Sonic with his familiar snark "But I have to make sure my family is okay." The hedgehog began to turn, quills raised in a clear defensive manner which didn't appear to match such a confident demeanor.

"And if they aren't?"

Sonic froze, for a moment, Stone wondered if Sonic thought the worst. And soon, their eyes met. There was an emotion, a burning rage, Robotnik had definitely seen before, and one Stone saw often in his love's eyes when that rodent was brought up, though Stone hadn't gotten close enough to any of the Wachowski family to witness it himself.

Sonic's mouth opened. Stone expected a snarky comment or some kind of sarcastic retort.

"If they aren't okay..." the tone wasn't like that. Nothing of the sort, venom dripping down with each word spoken. Even Sonic's demeanor no longer held that confidence and attitude he became known for, leaving only an uncharacteristically still stance as he stared directly into Stone's eyes. Was his fur always that dark? "Then, you better hope you can run faster than me"

Stone blinked in surprise, part of him expected to see that retched blue porcupine staring back when he opened them again, But of course, Sonic was nowhere to be seen, no trace left behind, not a quill nor shoe, the only thing Stone could find was the threat that echoed in his head.

Oddly enough, there was a sense of dread to those words. Something about it lingered inside, repeating over and over like a malfunctioning record, and Stone knew why. If Sonic's relationship, was anything like him and Robotnik, then Sonic was, most likely serious

Part of Stone found himself hoping, perhaps futilely, that Sonic wouldn't find his family in harm's way. The other half couldn't care less

[panic-flavored]

I can no longer see the word 'stone' and be Normal

[agent-stone]

what music does he hate the most. if you know

blast it

He doesn't exactly hate anything, but Weezer annoys him when I play it in the car. Heh. Weezin time.

[esosage]

This is more so mentioned stobotnik, if you squint. But its sorta there so i though i'd use the tag regardless.

Anyways, heres a fic of robotnik not picking up on the fact that he's being flirted with:

Yes i work wood!... i'm a carpenter.

Robotnik was currently on a very important mission: social networking. A task he'd usually leave his assistant to take care of; but, considering the two of them needed money after his latest and greatest defeat stranded them in green hills, he'd have to do some of the work himself.

And working he went. He had already made several business cards for the handy service’s he had planned to provide, pinned down a social gathering where he could be given a chance to promote said business, and thanks to one annoyingly stupid deputy, he had gotten an invite.

It was a post wedding party where all invited guests were allowed to bring a plus one, and since Wade lacked a girlfriend, he was invited as his plus one.

Now all he had to do was socialize… which was immediately harder than he originally thought.

How stone could ever stand doing it was beyond him.

Robotnik was currently at the far end of the table the others were eating and drinking at, thinking. Planning a course of attack.

His last attempt to include himself in the conversation was a massive failure, with him having to go completely silent out of embarrassme- tactically retreat, but, it didn't dissuade him.

He was dr. Ivo fucking robotnik, a genuis, a revolutionary of the feild of robotics, hed figure it out… hopefully.

All he had to do was observed, plan, and strike when the time was ri-

Suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder.

“Hey-”

“Ah!” Robotnik yelped, swirling around to see just who dared to touch him. It was a blond women, who looked to be somewhere in her 30’s. She was wearing a quite revealing black dress, and holding a glass of wine that looked untouched.

The two of them stared at each other for a moment.

“Are, you okay?” She queried.

Robotnik scoffed.

“More than fine.” He huffed, straightening up a bit as he smoothed out the lapels of his jacket. As much as he wanted to scream at her, he needed business, and she had come to him willingly… something he could definitely use.

For some reason she found his reaction funny as she chuckled a bit.

“Right…. Hey whats your name?” She looked him up and down.

“Uuh” robotnik struggled to think up a fake name. “Ee-vo.”

She snorted.

“Ee-vo huh? How exotic.”

Robotnik blinked at her for a moment.

“I suppose it is.”

The woman leaned in.

“Say, where are you from?”

The question caught robotnik off guard, as it was strangly personal, but this was the best conversation hes had for the whole party soo…

“ireland.” He lied.

“Oh so your a foreigner?” She raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips.

“uh, Not necessarily, no. I was born in Ireland, then raised in the United states.” He hoped his attempt to cover up his shitty lie didn't seem too suspicious.. and apparently it didn't as the woman leaned in closer, her hand holding her head up.

“Wow.” She slightly whispered, now taking a sip of her wine. “and what do you do for work?”

Robotnik paused, now wondering if she was a government spy sent by G.U.N, because of all the personal questions she was asking. But..

“Woodworker, plumber, electrician, mechanic, you name it, I do it.” He recited, finally glad that he got to use that stupid slogan stone made him make.

For some reason this made the woman grin.

“So you're good with your hands.” She said rather cheekily, taking a sip of her wine.

It was a rather odd question… but- “oh please, i'm more than just good, im perfect.”

“Oh Really?”

“Yes really. I've been in the game for decades.” He hoped listing his track record would make her more likely to hire him.

It worked like a charm, as the woman seemed to perk up a bit more at his answer.

“Can you prove it?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

Robotnik tapped his chin. Shit, he simply couldn't let this chance slip by him… but, then again, how could he prove it?...

“I could show you.” He said in another, regular, moment of brilliance. “Give you a proper hands-on experience.”

The woman giggled at his offer.

“Oh my, and where would that be? In my bedroom?”

Robotnik blinked, and then blinked again. The people in this town were weird.

“Well.” He trailed off, tapping his chin. “I suppose if I could get my power tools in there I could make it work.”

The lady looked confused for a moment, but after a while, she seemed to perk back up. A massive grin on her face when she did.

“Wow, getting… “tools” involved so soon?” She snorted. “I like it. See you at my place at 12.” She winked, handing him her number on a piece of paper.

Honestly, robotnik didnt know what the fuck she was going on about, about “getting tools involved so soon,” but buissness was buissness.

He handed her his business card.

“See you then.”

The lady, rather quickly, snatched the card out of his hand and stuffed it in her bra. Robotnik was going to say something about it, but before he could, she was already gone like the wind. Giving him a little wink before she completely vanished.

“Weird.” Robotnik muttered to himself, before going back to planning on how he could convince more people at the rundown little party to hire him.

Not realizing he was going to have a loong conversation with Stone about what just happened afterwards.

[krafterwrites]

I really hope that Shadow waking up and breaking out of his tube is a result of Stone or someone else intentionally trying to free him, because the trailer kind of made it look like he suddenly just regained consciousness for no reason

[olliethescribe]

Here’s a one-shot for @themagicbrew ‘s RotTMNT AU where Doug, Hypno’s previous magical assistant, is very much alive! He is taken in by the Earth Protection Force (E.P.F). From there he’s trained in their ways and becomes an agent in training: Agent Deacon 💖 Please check it out, you can find it here!

Without further ado, enjoy!

Caínid: Hypno visits Doug’s grave, going down memory lane. Agent Deacon keeps an eye on things.

There was something in the way Hypno carried himself that let Warren know that day had come. The slumped shoulders, the slicked-back hair that seemed to frizz out at the ends, the eye bags. So the worm waved his partner goodbye at the door and wished him well, shoving aside plans for future crimes in favor of a grocery list for dinner. Something nice. Anything to lessen the blow of mourning a friend. 

—

Hypno carefully made his way through midtown and to the subway, dodging and weaving between New Yorkers that barely seemed to mind him. There’d been weirder sights in the city, especially after that near end of the world incident that he totally didn’t have anything to do with. Totally. No, he was just a guy trying his best to make it to Brooklyn along with everyone else on the R train. 

Twenty minutes and several uncomfortable stares later, the magician found himself standing at the entrance to Greenwood Cemetery. The massive iron wrought gates were pulled back, the entrance lined with poppy flowers that he discreetly nicked a handful of on his way in. And up the hill and past the guard, beyond the pond littered with lily pads and mallard ducks, and just below the road of mausoleums, was the marker of a small grave. 

It was well-kept, visited often in Hypno’s free time. The same old photographs of his beloved assistant adorned the headstone, laminated to protect them from rain damage. He had tried to grow a watermelon patch around the area, something to spruce the place up even further and keep it hidden from sight, but had no such luck. So he settled for magical bouquets that never seemed to die and a memorial bench that could hold the weight of an adult hippo (complete with intricate carvings accurate in detail to his old friend on the arm rests). And upon said bench he sat as he looked down upon the headstone of the best magical assistant he ever could’ve wished for. 

“Kia Ora… It’s been- I know what day it is…” The first words out always felt a little awkward, a clunkiness of syllables that tore up his tongue. But no one was around to listen to him stumble; made things easier. 

“Been missing ya something fierce lately. What’s it been?” He raised his gloved hand up and began to count on his fingers. “Three, no, four years since I lost ya. Would’ve saved you if I could, Dougie-wougie. You know I would. And I tried, oh how I tried.” 

The magician reached for his phone, pulling up articles of research that he’d done on long nights, especially after museum heists. 

“Those turtles foiled plenty of my plans, but I still managed to get my hands on an amulet of necromancy.” He smiled slightly before he sighed, expression soured. “Just wish it worked. Stole a bloody dud.” 

Hypno leaned back in his seat, eyes to the clouds and ears to the trees behind him. Only sunshine and silence. There’d be better times to be upset. No, no, it was time for healing, to celebrate the good. 

“But enough about that.” He looked back down at the grave of his friend with a smile. “Got some brilliant news, you’re gonna love this. Wait for it, wait for it… finally got married! Was telling ya about my Warren last time, and well, he said yes!” 

He grinned, thumbing over his wedding ring as the sterling silver band set with a bright red ruby glistened in the daylight. It was absolutely stolen, snatched from some antique store, not like he minded. 

“You would’ve loved it. The wedding, I mean.” Hypno pulled out a handkerchief from a near-endless supply in his breast pocket, dabbing at his eyes. 

“You always were the life of the party, my multi-talented companion. Warren would’ve loved you, too. Said he wanted to be here today but there was a…” The magician trailed off, trying to remember what his husband said. “Oh, yes, right. He had a scheduling conflict. Every time those pop up I come home to a nice dinner so…” 

The sentence lingered in the air, unfinished as the monologue hung. Hypno shifted in his seat, not quite uncomfortable as much as he needed time to think. Oh, what to say… 

“I still see you in everything. Drives me batty, e’ry now n’ then.” Another monumental sigh escaped his lips as the bench groaned underneath him. 

“Sometimes I swear I can see ya just in the corners of my vision, off in the shadows of buildings or hiding behind street lamps. Warren must think I’m cracking up with all the times I stop and turn ‘round. He doesn’t say it but he thinks it, I know he does.”

Hypno’s ears flicked up as a rustle came from the tree-line behind him, turning in his seat to catch a glimpse of whatever could be out there. He scanned the area as he heard another crunch of leaves, not quite fussed enough to pull out his razor rings but keeping them at the ready just in case. A figure moved rapidly out of the shadows.

It was a mourning dove. 

They were common in the area, especially abundant in late spring to early fall. The magician smiled slightly at his newfound feathered companion and tossed some bird seed its way. 

“Maybe I’m just paranoid.” He turned back to Doug’s grave and pat the stone, slightly cold despite its placement in the sun. “Maybe I miss you too much for my own good.” 

There was another shuffle among the trees that he opted to ignore, not wiling to jump at every bird or creature that bothered crossing his path. It seemed to be closer before stopping suddenly. He shook it off. 

“I still remember the day I got ya. Some bloke had set up shop behind my show in South Africa during my first world tour. So he beckons me over, had a machete strapped to his side, and I was properly convinced that it’d spell me doom. Was gonna jet before I carked it, but then I saw you.” 

A sad smile took residence on Hypno’s face, his eyes pointing ahead yet his gaze was far far away. 

“You were so… small. Pretty sure they poached ya mum and took you when you were a wee thing out of pity.” Hypno began to fidget with his jacket buttons absentmindedly. “Said I could have ya for fifty bucks. And I said it was the deal of a lifetime.” 

“I had just been in the market for a magical assistant, really. Rabbits and doves are classics, and I had plenty, but everybody needs a show stopper! And then you came into my life. Oh, Dougie, you lit up any room you entered.” 

His mind wandered off to a better time, relaying events aloud as they passed through his thoughts. How Doug used to nibble on his suit in the early days, and then the days where the little hippo wouldn’t stop biting things, and Doug’s first on-stage performance when the tour made it to London. Then there was-

“I wanted to skip Australia. Aussies are terrifying, there’s spiders everywhere, and I’ve never been one for deserts. But you never would’ve seen it if we hadn’t gone.” 

“There was a heatwave. Because of course God’s sandbox of forgotten nightmare creatures needed yet another thing to make it even more unpleasant.” Sarcasm dripped from his voice, a cutting edge to his words as they lacerated his tongue. 

“First performance of the night was going well enough. You did an excellent job, by the way, my little biscuit.” Hypno pulled a poppy from his pocket and placed it beside Doug’s final resting spot; flowers for his star performer. “But things broke down as the show wore on. One moment it’s all fine and then…”

“You fainted. At least we all thought it was just that ‘til some lass checked your pulse. There… there weren’t any vets that could take you in Queensland. The closest was in New Zealand… Gisborne… home…” Hypno drummed his fingers on his lap, stuck in the moment. 

“Doubt I’ll ever forget the wait. Fifteen hours you were in there, fighting for your life. Had a whole team on standby for ya. Got asked plen’y of questions. Really couldn’t answer ‘em all too well. Was wrecked with worry about ya. They said you had a valve replaced, that you needed medicine the insurance miraculously covered. Some real magic right here, I’ll tell ya what.” 

He shook off the memory of Doug’s obscenely high medical bills that the vet had since forgiven. Even if he had to pay that amount in full it would’ve been worth it. Anything for his little pumpkin.

“Still remember the evening I brought you back from the emergency vet. Mum set up a pool in the backyard for you to swim in. Told her you were gonna be resting for a while and couldn’t get your stitches wet. She still insisted I sit with ya out back. And I did.”

Hypno smiled, a pained little thing, not quite going up all the way in the corners. 

“You woke up around midnight. The sky was clear, lovely night really. A proper tapestry of diamonds up there.” The magician thought back on the moment, Doug’s head in his lap as he stroked the young hippo’s back. It felt as awe inspiring as it did peaceful. To observe the universe with such gingerness. 

“And as gorgeous as the sky was, the stars were twice as beautiful reflected in your eyes.” 

He wiped tears off his cheeks as his ears flicked up. There’d been more rustling behind him followed by the sound of something large sliding against tree bark. 

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re haunting me.” A dry laugh freed itself from his parted lips. “The only ghost I’d welcome, really.”

The tree-line had gone back to its usual quiet self, aside from the birds that lived atop the oaks and weeping willows. Hypno spent a moment waiting to hear any other shift of movement. Nothing. 

“Wouldn’t be the only way you haunt me.”

Hypno paused a moment before continuing, a part of him still hoping for more ‘signs’. Anything to prove that he weren’t alone. Still nothing.

“There are days where I hated lookin’ in the mirror. Couldn’t really come to terms with,” he said, gesturing to his face, “this whole situation. But it’s not much of a curse now, innit? ‘Cause, in a way, it’s almost like I’ve still got you. An’ life’s better when I’m carrying you with me everywhere.” 

Tears fell but Hypno didn’t move his hand to wipe them away, letting them fall to salt the earth below. He gave the grave before him a once over, the magical bouquet of flowers placed upon it wilting ever so slightly. He sighed. 

“I hope you can hear me, Douglas. Wherever you happen to be. And I hope, god I hope, it’s better than here. Because you deserve it. You’ve always deserved better.” 

Hypno brushed himself off as he got up from the bench, trying his hardest to ignore the ache in his chest that always came with these visits. There’d be comfort waiting for him at home, in the warm spring breeze, in the fact that life goes on. 

And he took solace in it all as he walked off toward the subway, sliding by crowds of people that barely took notice of him, wiping his eyes on his handkerchief as he took a seat on the train back home. He could cry again next time. It was only a week away.  ***

Behind a mighty oak tree in Greenwood Cemetery sat a stunned hippo man, trying and failing to stop his emotions from getting the better of him. It was going less than well. 

“Agent Deacon? Come in, Agent Deacon.” 

Agent Doug Deacon scrambled for his communicator, mildly composing himself in time to answer his superior. 

“Coming in, Agent Bishop.” His voice cracked slightly, he hoped Bishop wouldn’t pick up on that. 

“You said you had eyes on the target. Where is he?” 

Oh. Oh no. 

Deacon peeked from his spot, his target long gone. The agony of the past being relayed in fine detail was tied with the pain of disappointing Bishop. He wasn’t gonna be allowed out of the Hidden City for a while for cocking this up… 

“He has exited the cemetery, sir, but I am following him.” 

“Good.” 

And the communicator went silent. 

Deacon shook his head and cursed under his breath as he ran, sticking from shadow to shadow. He wouldn’t mess this up. Couldn’t mess up. No, he’d prove himself worthy of his title of ‘agent’. He’d make Bishop proud. 

Who else was there to be proud of him anymore anyway? 

[chehukyu]

local doctor covered in ash after blowing up electronically operated tree, more at 8!

the cameras have been avoiding them because showing citizens the genius trying to break the arena is not a great look for the capitol

anyways doodles tap to see em

[alchemocha]

It’s 2am but I’m thinking about how that agent stone linkedin said his IQ was 1 point higher than robotniks. Rotating this info 360 degrees in my mind