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STOBOTNIK DANCING SCENE REAL

I REPEAT STOBOTNIK DANCING SCENE REAL

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Thank you stobotnik artists for giving stobotnik the classic ‘evil crazy villain’ color palette of obnoxious red and purple it’s so good I eat that shit up every time keep going 💥💥💥

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Sonic fandom is this contribution good enough

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I like to think that robotnik set up that plan for stone that in case robotnik ever disappears/isn’t around stone gets to start up a legit small business so

1. He can keep himself busy and

2. He’s got a way to pay for living expenses

Like he’s all like “I won’t miss you when you’re gone.” But then sets up a job plan for his boyfriend because he wants him to get back on his feet and live comfortably even if robotnik isn’t there like okayyyy mhm I see you

Spoilers(?) under the cut

(This hits harder now that uhhhh robotnik is presumed dead)

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Imagine you’re dating Welt and every day you just wake up to your man snoring softly next to you and you reach out to caress his face and his eyes flutter open and the sunlight falls into his eyes at that perfect angle that makes his eyes look like sweet tea on a sunny summer afternoon and he stares at you with pure unfiltered adoration and you stare back and you can’t fathom just how beautiful he is until he closes his eyes again and lazily wraps his arms around you and pulls you to his chest as he buries his face in your neck and murmurs random things as he takes in your scent and it takes you a bit to figure out but you feel your heart melt as you make out soft whispers and sweet nothings in that smooth low morning voice of his and you feel like you might explode with love hearing how much he loves you and how lucky he is to have you and before long he’s planting butterfly kisses all over your neck and shoulders while his one hand plays with your hair and the other squeezes affectionately at anything he feels

Just soft mornings with Welt <3

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Loved @panic-flavored‘s stobotnik illustration so much I painted a version of it for my art assignment!!

My cat’s opinion under the cut

I think she likes it

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We’ve been talking for a while. He’s sitting on a chair or his bed and I’m pacing in front of him as I yap about everything and nothing at the same time. I recount a poorly made joke. We laugh. I have to think of another horrible joke and I can’t stop laughing. I’m grasping at my stomach as I hunch over, cackling to the point of no air. I stand back up and wipe the tears from my eyes.

He’s looking at me.

His eyes have this amused glint in them.

Gosh, those eyes.

I feel my face heat up. My muscles stiffen. It’s getting really warm.

I start saying something again but all I can hear is the thumping of my heart.

I’m standing between his knees. He chuckles at something I say. I reach out to play with the hair framing his face.

I’m still talking.

I watch mesmerized as my fingertips trail down to his jaw before settling on the back of his ear.

It’s quiet now.

I swallow, not daring to look back in those eyes.

I’m parched.

My heart is so incredibly loud.

I finally look back down at him.

He’s looking.

Oh, he’s looking at me.

Um.

I glance down before looking back in his eyes. I wanna know how it feels like to kiss him. Would he want to as well?

I can’t bring myself to speak. He leans into my hand and I swear my heart stops for a moment.

He’s warm.

I’m on fire.

He’s soft.

I’m getting sweaty.

The pressure in my chest is growing. It’s boiling over.

I want to feel his lips on mine.

I’m not breathing.

I should breathe.

Air manages to enter my lungs.

I look down again.

A whisper escapes my throat.

He nods

The edge of my mouth twitches.

I lean in.

His gaze is so warm.

I press my mouth against his.

I can feel everything around me: the way my heart is almost breaking my ribs in an attempt to escape the cavity in my chest, the way my fingers move shakily towards the tufts of hair on the back of his head, and the way his hands — previously frozen on the edge of his seat — move to my back and start to trace over my stretch marks. My eyes are heating up and I don’t know whether I want to cry or not.

I wonder how he would act after I pull back. Would he turn beet red or look at me with a dazed expression or smile at me with the cutest flustered look in his eyes?

Would I see his little eyes do that little crinkle thing they do when he smiles or would he get shy enough to look away?

He’s so soft, it’s like he’s melting in the palm of my hands.

I don’t want to pull away. I don’t want to do it. I want to merge with him and live under his skin.

Every nerve in my body is on fire.

I can’t take it anymore. A wave of giddy laughter escapes my throat when I finally pull back.

Gosh, I like him so much.

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He stands there so politely I can’t 😭😭

“The doctor thinks you’re basic.” 🤨😐😶🙂😊