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Do you guys think when bats see a vampire in their bat form they go “oh shit a vampire, gotta act normal”? Only to immediately realise“wait I am a bat with normal bat-blood and they go for human-blood,, what am I doing??”

Out of all the stobotnik fanart I've been binging for weeks now, I think I adore this one the most.

Wives.

does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

OK lock in. I had another idea so I doodled out another messy comic... Hear me out.

Soulmate AU The kind with the names on the wrist!

Robotnik had been soulmate-less for a couple decades before it finally showed up on his wrist but at that point he was over it. Hes already jaded with the idea of love and longing for family.

Meanwhile Stone was brought to an orphanage where they had his name surgically removed from his wrist when he was very young. He doesnt remember the name that was there.

When they meet, Robotnik smacks Stones hand and feels the connection between them but is confused as to why the name is different and thinks Stone is some type of plant for GUN to manipulate him or something...

But he also kinda likes the feeling he gets when he touches Stone and gets a little addicted to it... sort of like he enjoys the jolt of the quill. For Stone he just knows being around Robotnik makes him happy no matter how much Robotnik smacks him around.

Since Stone is always wearing suits, Robotnik never saw Stones wrist until Stone put up his sleeves while helping Rob recover from his injuries. When he asks about it he also learns a little about why he himself never had someone adopt him (he didnt have a soul mark until he was in his like 20s) and also he suspects that maybe Stones name isnt actually his real name.

Blah blah shenanigans s3, explosion, Rob is miraculously alive still... w/e. When hes finally back on earth and he knows how he feels about Stone he decides to go out of his way to learn who Stone is and find out about his family to finally learns Stones real name to confirm hes THE ONE. (+finding out Stones parents died in a crash (or w/e) and Stone as an infant miraculously survived! So he definitely WASNT abandoned.(Had he been abandoned Rob woulda dealt with them))

Rob has great news to share with his very pessimistic, way-too-understanding-as-long-as-Ivo-is-Happy-its-ok Soul Mate.

And thats all I got..

Anyways I couldnt think of a name for Stone... You can suggest them if youd like.. Im not continuing this tho, I just thought it was a fun idea.

Plot twist option A

There is a secret B day party they prepared for him in the kitchen and they picked Dick to lure B in,, And look, Dick saw an opportunity and took it,, He just loves to be the cause for Bruce's receding hairline okay?

Plot twist option B

There is a disaster going down in the library so big, that all the things listed would be minor inconvenience compared to it. It's like an absolute full scale Catastrophy and Dick needs at least 10 more minutes to get a hold on the situation and tone it down to a presentable state.

Bruce: Alright, I left the room for six minutes- can someone fill me in?

Dick: Well, so... Tim almost died like three times, we can't find Cass, Jason caused a fire... Also, I'm supposed to be distracting you from going into the kitchen because of reasons I can't say.

nothing more sobering than realizing you'd been assuming a cover of a song was the original...like oh phew if the wrong person found out about that i couldve been killed

This!! I could never put my finger on it but as ftm myself I feel much the same.

This also extends to my ASD. I'm so used to feeling uncomfortable or bordering overwhelmed I tend to forget I'm allowed to do against it, instead of the symptomatic treatment I grew up with.

Had a realization that part of why I tend to put off fixing things that bother me appearance-wise (such as my hair, I need to get it cut have the dye job freshened up, and needed to have done so a month ago at least) is probably tied to my dysphoria.

In the sense that; I look in the mirror and see something about my appearance that I cannot change, or cannot easily change at this time, ALL the time. Being so used to that state of forced ambivalence towards my appearance has rubbed off on the things I can change and control, like my hair and my clothing.

Doin gardening jobs, feeling uncontrollably hot.

Scrolled all the way up to check it's the real one

This.

I must not mock Gen Alpha. Mocking Gen Alpha is the mind killer. Mocking Gen Alpha is the little-death that brings total generational solidarity obliteration. I will engage with Gen Alpha lovingly. I will permit them to be cringe. And when they grow up I will turn my eye to their accomplishments. Where mocking has gone there will be nothing. Only generational solidarity remains