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Do you have a blursed headcanon for anyone in your AU?

😈Oh, MATT ( @movie-robotnik-positivity) I’m about to tell your favorite headcanon for Dr. Robotnik!😈

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When Dr. Robotnik was in college and needed money to pay for tuition and/or books, he would set up night time gigs all around Washington, DC’s finest cafes and restaurants and play smooth jazz.

He plays the saxophone while wearing a pair of shades, a bow tie, and a fancy tuxedo. His stage name at the time was “Dr. Jazzbotnik” and audience members were charmed by his musical skills. Soon he began to sell copies of his music that he recorded and sold them to anyone that wanted them. His album, Crackin’ Eggs, sold 5,000 copies across the state. He gained enough money to help him to finish his schooling in less than ten years.

Of course, no one really knows what happened to Dr. Jazzbotnik when he announced that he was stepping down from playing jazz, people have wondered countless of times on what happened Washington’s finest jazz player. Agent Stone has an idea of who Dr. Jazznik could be, and it’s hard to not assume him when he hears smooth jazz coming from a certain mad scientist’s lab. Dr. Jazzbotnik is still out there... but no one really knows when, and if, he’ll ever come back.

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“Les gens commencèrent à se baptiser beatniks, beats, jazzniks, bopniks, bugniks et finalement je fus appelé « l’avatar » de tout cela.

Pourtant c’est en tant que catholique, et non à la demande insistante d’aucun de ces « niks » et certainement pas avec leur approbation non plus, que j’étais allé un après-midi dans l’église de mon enfance (l’une d’entre elles), Ste Jeanne d’Arc à Lowell, Massachussets, et, tout à coup, les larmes aux yeux j’avais eu une vision de ce que j’avais voulu dire par « Beat » quand j’entendis le silence sacré dans l’église (j’étais tout seul là-dedans, il était cinq heures de l’après-midi, des chiens aboyaient dehors, des enfants criaient, et les feuilles d’automne, les flammes des cierges qui dansaient pour moi seul), la vision du mot Beat voulant dire béatifique�� Il y avait le prêtre qui prêchait le dimanche matin, tout à coup par une porte de côté entre tout un groupe de types de la Beat Generation dans des imperméables ceinturés comme des membres de l’IRA, venus en silence « adorer » la religion…. J’ai su alors.”

Jack Kerouac, “Sur les origines d’une génération”

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This weekly, we're in North Co. Dublin to glimpse the glowing art of sculptor, Niamh Barry, we visit the big studio in Donnybrook with the RTE NSO and the Memory Orchestra, meet nightlife kingpin, Louis Scully, and hear some extended vocal technique from Hungarian jazznik, Veronika Harcsa.

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