#not stc

[sleep-token-confessions]

To the anon talking about the other person in the other project: your ask is very deeply irresponsible. There is very little known for certain about what happened between that person and Vessel. Unless more information comes out, we can for the most part only speculate on what their relationship was or currently is. Am i wary of people who might have caused Vessel the pain he talks about in his lyrics? Yes, I am. But the thing is we simply dont know the full story. To be blunt, we cant even know for definitive certain Vessel was never horrible to anyone. Unless we have definitive proof someone did something awful, we need to be cautious about what accusations we make. That person could be a wonderful person whos on good terms with Vessel, but theyve been branded a villian and have been harassed in who even knows what ways. Accusations like yours being made publicly is beyond irresponsible, super deeply uncool to say the least. Its fine to be personally wary just in case, but you should not be making accusations publicly like you are.

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[thanksnigelkitching]

sorry for the lack of updates. i haven't forgotten about this blog, but between Sonic Superstars coming out and working on my RP blogs, i've been a bit busy to read comics. I've played the game to death though, so all I gotta do is finish setting up the new blog and i'll be good to go!

[fgrobichiko]

Btw the best design of all time was Fleetway's version of Amy rose where she was a butchy British dyke with a crossbow.

Absolutely and utterly fucking peak.

[jorrated]

have you seen my son? now you have

[autisticshadowthehedgehog]

i told y'all it's my new favorite image online

bonus: sonic the comic variant

[movie-robotnik-positivity]

Shadow and Commander Tower's relationship is so funny. They tried to kill each other. One invited the other to meet their grandchild. They are coworkers. They are enemies. They relate to each other more than anyone. They don't talk. They have known each other since they were kids. They are a teenager and an old man. They have the same sister.

[couch-house]

jast a lil stc shadow and rouge :)

[lonely-saylor]

I can't shutup about this scene I'm so normal about them

Star Trek Continues E07

Edit: This is NOT the porn parody hahshshshhs 😭😭

[goldenseresinretriever]

Subject To Change: Prologue

Tyler Owens x Reader

Summary: It’s been five years since you’ve been back home and when life brings you back to your hometown you find that while some things have changed, others have stayed the same. Your brother still has his head in the clouds but the cowboy currently sleeping in your childhood bedroom is definitely a new development. You’re trying to avoid falling into old patterns but maybe some of them aren’t so bad after all.

Chapter CW: Angst, swearing

Word Count: 0.8k

A/N: Here we goooooo!!!

Series Masterlist // Next Chapter

The cab driver gives you a dirty look that you try to avoid as you tip him generously for coming out to drop you off where every other driver refused. The ride had already left a sizable dent in your wallet, but finding a driver willing to drive so far from the airport was a miracle. If anyone understands underappreciated miracle workers, it's you. He wastes no time in pealing away back down the dirt road, blowing up a cloud of dust behind you that kisses the end of your slacks, holding onto you like a homecoming hug as you finally turn to face the dusty path up to your parents’ farmhouse.

It's been years since you’ve been home but in a split second, you’re that little girl with pigtails, kicking up a cloud in her wake as her tiny feet pounded up the drive to your country castle. Now it feels like you’re walking against the wind of your past decisions as you make your way up to the dark porch, and the last of summer's sun creeps past the horizon. When you make it to the porch, your stomach clenches in guilty protest as you step onto it. Suddenly you’re a teenager again, out past curfew as muscle memory guides your hands to the hidden spare key, and before you know it you’re turning the knob, stopping just before the tell-tale squeak that’s given away your entrance more times than you’d care to admit.

It feels wrong, you think, that the house looks the same as the way you left it. You try to ignore the fact that it seems frozen in time like you never left and never looked back. There’s a light on in the kitchen like there always has been. The most replaced bulb in the house, a lighthouse, a beacon for everyone who’s passed through these four walls and it seems to whisper to you that it’s alright and you’re welcome when you know that logically you’re anything but. You tear your eyes away as your feet carry you up the stairs, stepping this way and that to avoid old creaks and discovering new ones worn in by the pattern of avoiding the old ones. Your eyes find the darkness under your parents’ door and you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You’re not ready to face them.

When you make it to your door, you take a deep breath as you turn the knob and swing the wood open. Your eyes refamiliarize themselves with the shadows that haunted your childhood nights and you feel at home with the ghosts of your past. The narrow silhouette of the full-length mirror. The hulking form of the antique dresser made by your grandfather’s worn hands years before you were even born. The elegant spires of your four-poster bed, another gift of your grandfather’s, but this time accompanied with memories of you dancing around the barn as he works the wood to your childish whims. You sigh and kick off the heels that have your toes aching and let them dig into the raggedy scruff of the carpet. You cross over to the dresser, swing it open, and locate your pajamas easily even with the cover of darkness. There’s something final about turning on the lights, like you’ll be revealing your arrival to that little girl who’s been waiting in her ivory tower for you to come home.

The exhaustion has caught up with you and you let yourself trudge towards your bed, shoulders slumped to match the state of your mind. You collapse onto the bed, forgoing the covers, too exhausted to pull them back but instead of the comfortable embrace of your time-worn mattress, your body collides with something hard and you feel the air knocked out of your lungs as you gasp in a silent scream. The hardness under you stirs and then it shifts and your body is shifting on top of it, and you’re so frozen in shocked confusion that you don’t think to scramble to grab at the blankets for purchase until it’s too late, and as quickly as you’re falling, you hit the group and the air is punched out of your lungs yet again. A bare foot lands by your head and then you turn it to look up the attached leg to the man that’s blinking sleepily down at you.

From this angle it’s hard to see much, especially since the room is dark, at least until the lamp on your bedside table snaps to life as the man jerks the short chain, flooding the shadows with a warm glow that silhouettes the shirtless man sitting up in your childhood bed. His dark blonde hair is sticking up in various places, and he’s blinking down at you. A thousand emotions are running through your head, fear, shock, confusion, and finally anger. You manage to collect your limbs enough to sit up, ignoring the way your hair is falling over your face in disarray from being thrown unceremoniously off the bed as you glare up at the mystery man.

“Who the fuck are you?”

A/N: AAAAA and we’re off!! I’m so excited to share this story with you all!! Happy Twisters Tuesday!!! 🤠🩵

[transzsonix]

[ironladders]

shadow sister ashrah?

[sleep-token-confessions]

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[geekkboy]

that one meme but i added stc sonic lmao

[space-gutz]

every time i see this panel i lose my shit. hes sitting on him like a hormse....

(from sonic the comic issue 51)

[jorrated]

maria robotnik or smth