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[Recording starts. POV from Orbot. Robotnik sits in a hoverchair, swirling a glass of wine. behind him is a large floor-to-ceiling window, giving a perfect view of his robots wreaking havoc in the background. Sonic and his friends are already on the scene.]

Robotnik: You know, when I imagined my future as a big-time villain I thought my nemesis would be someone a little more... dignified.

[In the background, Sonic and co. has managed to rip the cannon off of a mech]

Robotnik: Not an idiot in spandex and a cape, of course, but at least someone with *class!*

[After puzzling over it for a moment, the gang starts turning the cannon around to aim it at the tower Robotnik is narrating from. He finishes his glass and sets it in the cupholder on his chair, gesturing flippantly with his now-free hand.]

Orbot: Um, boss--

Robotnik, cutting him off: But here I am, having caught the attention of the world's most insufferable highschoolers.

[The gang realizes they don't have any ammunition for the cannon. They *immediately* start climbing inside of it to use their own bodies as cannonballs]

Orbot: Boss?? Robotnik: Maybe this would be easier to deal with if I'd finished my teaching degree--

[LOUD EXPLOSION, followed by the shattering of glass]

Sonic, at the top of his lungs: YIPPEE KI-YAY, EGGHEAD!

[Cut to static]

#hopper writes #hopper rambles #eggman #sonic #and whatever combo of sonic's friends you want #the cornerstone of eggman's dynamic with these guys is that #eggman isn't necessarily going out of his way to harass children #the children all collectively decided they were going to be his problem and he had no choice in the matter #he's not (always) picking fights with kids #the kids are picking fights with HIM

“...You’re still afraid. I don’t blame you.”

Firestar (recently promoted, since Bluestar had died from greencough) flinched suddenly. He kept staring straight ahead, terrified to move.

“I did...unforgivable things. I understand if you will always be afraid of me. But...I am trying my best.”

The brown tom gulped. What should he say?

“I...when I was at my leader ceremony...”

Firestar’s eyes widened, and his ear flicked.

“...after I recieved my lives, t-two kits came up to me.” He took a deep breath, hesitated with his eyes scrunched shut, and continued.

“My...sisters, who had died long ago. I was only thinking of rage, and vengeance, but they...spoke to me. They said I have to...learn. To learn to be kind, and selfless...and...to forgive myself.” He shuddered. “They told me to forgive myself for...believing in Thistleclaw, my mentor when I was an apprentice. He was firm in his belief that violence could solve any problem, and he was the only real father figure I had, since my own father...Pinestar,” He spat out the name, but quickly took a breath to calm himself, “he left our clan, to go live with some kittypets.”

“Thistleclaw was the only father I had. And he taught me everything - including his hatred and recklessness.”

Firestar nodded softly, and Tigerstar took a deep breath and stared into the distance.

The brown tom would file that story away in his mind for later.

#fave #save #warrior cats #warriors #tigerstar #tigerclaw #tigerstar’s absolution #tigerclaw’s absolution au #firestar #fireheart #hopper writes #art

Protect (Candle Cove fanfic thing because I’ve lost all control over my life, NOT SHIPPY [haha] they’re just friends [seriously he’s a boat.])

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“Laughingstock?”

The boat’s eyes flicked over to look towards the boy, sitting down on the tip of his bowsprit. His smile fell a little at his somber - genuinely saddened - tone. Normally, he found Percy’s complaints of fear and such amusing, because of their over-dramatic tendencies, but until now, he had been completely silent as they hid in a dark, dark cave to hide from the pounding rain and bolts of lightning lighting up the stormy sky outside.

“...Yeah?”

“I’m scared.”

Now, that wasn’t a rare thing for the pirate to say. At all. But his voice-

God, Laughingstock’s heart (if he had one) shattered. This time he said it, there was no ounce of panic and terror. No hint of the natural fear he felt when being hunted by the Skin Taker or Horace Horrible. It was empty, but at the same time, he heard the quietest sniffle.

“...It’s okay, Percy. I know you are. You’ll be okay.”

The boat tried to smile again, eyes softening.

“I’ll be here to protect you.”

Percy looked down at him, his frown slowly tilting upwards the smallest bit.

“Thanks, Laughingstock.”

“Of course. We’re best mates, aren’t we?”