#home agents

[ranpos-autism]

I am SO deeply hoping that they make Stone the big bad of Sonic 4. PLEASE let him go crazy over losing Robotnik again PLEASE PARAMOUNT IM BEGGING YOU.

[chimerafiles]

Connecting to local wifi

[funkyracoon1219]

Is it christmas? No. Am i late to hop on the Stobotnik train? Yes

Will i post this anyways? Yes ofc

I’m BEGGING y’all go read “Earthbound by christmas, home for the holidays” by Amorous_Flametta on ao3!!

I just want them to be domestic and happy and this fic is exactly that 😭 Also if anyone knows if the author is on tumblr, please let me know!!

Update: their tumblr account is @wunderflammer !! I love you work so so much you literally are healing the stobotnik sized hole in my heart from the last movie 💜

[lazyfrenchfrycollection]

guys... what if he was- y'know, a creep AND a weirdo ANyway I'm choosing to believe that one-off comment he made in the first movie about being bullied as a kid is actually a fundamental part of what shaped his philosophies and attitudes towards other people

[theknucklehead]

I love the promotion for Sonic 3 where they took a bunch of classic Christmas movie posters and parodied them with the Sonic characters.

[technically-human]

I'm not very sure about this concept, so just a sketch for now

[ineffablelara]

Look at his decorated little bowls 🥺

I wonder if he bought them like that or if pottery is another talent of his, since Lee said that he thinks Stone is very creative I can totally imagine him making their little things, and honestly Idk what it's more adorable to imagine: Stone happily shopping for home itens for the crab or making them himself 🤧

[tondw0o]

On their way home ~

[scoobit9]

Stone at home

[livwritesstuff]

Eddie walks into his house after a three-day work trip in NYC to find…..a lot of boxes.

Most of them cardboard, most of them labeled DONATE or TRASH or GARAGE in Steve’s familiar handwriting.

“Oh, jeez,” Eddie mutters, because he knows what this is. Sure enough, he follows a trail of boxes upstairs to find the rest of his family in his youngest daughter Hazel’s room.

“Spring cleaning?” Eddie asks.

“Spring cleaning,” Moe says with an affirmative nod.

“Just Hazel’s room?” he asks, because Moe and Robbie are looking awfully comfortable sitting on Hazel’s bed while Hazel herself is rummaging through a back corner of her jam-packed closet, Steve watching over her shoulder with his hands on his hips.

“Uh, well, Moe ‘doesn’t do clutter’,” Steve says as he looks over at Eddie, “and therefore is exempt, apparently, and Robbie’s room gives me a migraine.”

“Plus,” Moe cuts in, “Robbie’s room is all clutter. If we get rid of it all, she'd have no personality left.”

“Hey,” Robbie says, jabbing her elbow into Moe's side, “Don’t be rude.”

Steve gives Eddie a do you see what I’m dealing with kind of look as Hazel finally emerges from her closet. 

“Dad, do you want this?” Hazel asks, holding out a very small, dog-shaped notebook with a comically large spiral binding that she probably acquired when she was in elementary school, “For writing or whatever?”

“Uh…”

“Just say yes so I can move some shit out of here,” Steve mutters, so Eddie takes the notebook from Hazel, and as soon as she was turning back to her closet, Steve took it from him and tossed it into the ‘Donate’ box in the hallway.

A moment later, Hazel emerged again, turning around to show everyone two plastic lawn flamingos (mismatched, Eddie notes).

“Thoughts?” she asked.

“Hon, those don’t even match,” Steve says (and he sounds all beleaguered and everything as if all this wasn’t his crusade to begin with), “They’re two totally different shades of pink.”

“Well, did you know that they’re actually white when they’re born? And then they eat mostly shrimp and that’s how they turn pink.”

Steve just stares at her for a moment, “Okay, Haze, those are plastic.”

“You should keep those,” Moe said, “Genuinely they’re, like, decor. You can put them somewhere.”

They spend a few minutes watching Hazel precariously balance the flamingos’ spindly legs on top of her bookshelf, but it doesn't take long for something else to catch Steve's eye.

“What’s that?” Steve asks, jutting his chin in the direction of something on an open shelf of Hazel’s dresser.

Hazel fetches a plastic Starbucks cup with a dozen or so dusty rocks inside.

“They’re rocks,” Hazel points out, “From when we went to the Grand Canyon.”

“Okay…” Steve says slowly, “Do they have to be in your sock drawer?”

“Why don’t you put them on your windowsill?” Robbie suggests, “You can charge the rocks, like, spiritually.”

“Oh yeah, there’s an idea,” Steve comments, but Hazel is already halfway to the window. Still, she pauses, and then turns back to face them.

“Do you think they miss their home?” she asks.

“What?” Steve looks at her.

“In the Grand Canyon?”

“Oh, Hazel,” Steve sighs.

“We could try to ship them back,” Moe suggests.

“None of you are helping.”

[myxineye]

the side orderrrrrrrrrrrrr

(my piece for @monochrome-walker ^^ thanks for having me!!)

also some crops i like!

[chimerafiles]

[angelcake10023]

I’m sending the animators my therapy bills what the fuck

[borsch4life]

haro everynyan, stobotnik yuri but it's sonic movie 1, sank u

[robiinurheart33]

“We’ll rule the world together!”

[technically-human]

Walking and talking, what has the world come to?