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ikkosu · 9 months ago

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MY DARLING MEDIC

(fem.human.medic.reader x pharma)

summary : tarn strikes up a deal with pharma. but when he refuses, the tank takes up a more personal measure to confront him.

warning : angst. fluff (if you look real close💀). blood. this is the DJD what'd you exoect. bro I fucking died writing this. wanted to cut this in like several parts but decided to merge it together. wanted to write this into a multi-chaptered fic but my commitment could never. could be a series ig. lovely headers by @cafekitsune

One moment he's caught Ambulon at gunpoint, then the next he’s scampering down the halls, clutching the vials close to his chassis as he tears through for an exit. The game is up. He should've known better than to nab the easy path. Responsibility purges itself a mile away when confronted at the baseline of his problems. Now, it's got him cornered and Ratchet — who barged into the room — his friend, his oh-so-dear friend, pulls up a blaster.

PHARMA doesn’t know what to say.

Points it at his face.

His own mirth were flaked with rust, crinkled into a grimace, where along the crevices, the miniscule cracks, oozed spatter of crimson. The gun was unsteady; he’s shaking. He's infected. The uncomfortable feeling of your insides twisting punched him back. It gutted him more than he could realize and he’s got no guts, just thrumming circuits struggling, and failing, to prevent the inevitable.

So he does just that— prevent the inevitable.

A, one, two, three BANG of bullets barrage the other side of the room. Disregarding the startled shout of surprise, he stepped round the corner, making a beeline for the shaft. Storms of remorse whirled around his processors as he pulls himself up the ladder. It jostled and creak, much like how his jitter palms does when he's drunk on andrenaline.

He’s made that mistake again. He should’ve known better. He should’ve. Impulse stumps logic and now, he's outside. In the cold. Digits clinched the edge, close to slipping. Close to falling. Ratchet is aboven and where his optics catch below, he can see the fall, the descending vertigo of ire before his eyes.

“Pharma, buddy — what the hell happened to you?”

YOU scroll aimlessly through the datapad.

He doesn’t know; he might never will.

Propped against the armchair, legs crossed and ankle bobbing, the screen flared your face with a soft blue-ish glow as the lines of words blurred together the more you strained to stare.

You're bored. Tired, too. But mostly bored. You were able to rest in your office after a tough match with several unruly patients. They were mechs. Pretty big mechs. And, they were a little, ah, how do you put this, organicophobes?

One of them had a more dire diagnosis : a t-cog malfunction. A type 3 kind. One that involved the t-cog overheating from too much usage, causing it to, in a way if you were to explain in human terms, like an organ, rot. It was deteriorating quick and the metal shards, miniscule ones, had already infected the internal circuitry.

A kind of job that required smaller, steady hands.

In short, they required humans.

You can handle a bit of discrimination — resentment against Organics was normal here despite the rules ensured to prevent so — but it still gutted you, knowing these mechs can do better than to hate another race from their own.

Especially when the said race tried to save their life.

A little bit of acknowledgment doesn't hurt from time to time.

You hope they were doing well, though.

The silence of the room was broken by footsteps approaching your office. The sliding doors opened with a swish and there you could discern the wide Cheshire grin of smugness amidst the slight darkness of the room. You should really stop shutting the lights, its begging to hurt your eyes. His teeth were practically glowing and was obvious he's quite in a good mood today.

You tucked the datapad inside the cabinet and caved against the cushion of the armchair, tipping your chin up into a smile, brimming with curiosity. One much as a 'whats he gonna pull this time?' type of curiosity.

“Working hard, I presume?” He croons, slinking across the room to your cubicle with several strides.

You quirk a brow; he's got something behind his back but you don’t press.

“Depends on which report you’re haggling me about,” You reply back, a playful smile. “Though, I can’t say for sure which region I am currently hard in, doctor. Would you like a scan?"

It catches him off gaurd for a moment — a simple one, two, three blink of his optics and your smile prods wider upon the not so subtle twitch of his wings. It sags in frustration.

“And here I thought I might have, for once, an appropriate greeting from my darling. I can never grasp your vulgar little mind, no less the entire mapping of your organic, squishy little brain,” His optics twitches as he vents. "But I’m not here to lecture you on prudence, no. I’ve got you a little, ah, herbal gift from my trip off world. The one you adore so much.” Then he adds with a mumble. "So much more than me, apparently.”

You perk up, and if you’re anything like a bunny, those ears would straghten right up to the brim. "What, like tea?”

"Even better, dear."

A ceramic mug is quickly perched onto your desk with a clink. You can't help but to coo in adoration at the utterly adorable little thing. It’s those tiny little teacups with teal blue flowers pasted across. A petite like holder, round and smooth, accommodated the curl of your finger. Nostalgia wrings you nto its clutches, back to teatime with your stuffed animals. You'd always be the princess.

You inhale the drink, warm steam wisps from tea, the color is an emerald-like-ore cadence under the stark white light.

"Since when did they have green tea in Nexus?"

"Earth, apparently. Globalization this, Space-localization that. Ignore the specifics. I'm sure you're better off without another lesson in economy?"

"I'd rather keep my thinking intact."

“Hm, that's a lot less fun. Anywho, I've taken some of my time to make it myself.” He pronounced, optics closed, regarding the cup with a theatrical wave proudly. "In fact, I have purchased the finest, well-endowed tea packet from the best of the best merchants. Never mind the cost, it's a splendid little thing, no?”

You’re still a little stunned admiring the cup but you blurt the first thing to mind.

“Smells fruity, for sure.”

He snaps one optic open, then entire look falls into offense. “Fruity is not what I had in mind.”

Ah, fuck.

"....nice?”

"Not that, either.”

“Ah, er, well — Great....?"

“Try again, dear.”

“C'mon docbot, what do you want me to say?”

”I’ve bought a tea packet that costs more than what this entire hospital is worth and you're describing it as 'nice?'”

You scrambled for words, fishing for the right one until— “Fragrant!" You snap your finger. "Right, fragrance.”

He stares.

You stare.

His rigidness loosens a little.

“One of these days I should really lecture you on the essence of compliments. See there? The mug is a ceramic. I’ve taken much care to handle it. It's from a lovely old organic. Her little shop in Nexus are a must to visit again."

You lean against your palm, eyes crinkled, cheeks round with warmth. “Is this a compensation?"

"For breaking your bed, yes—" you choke a little at that "—Now, go on, taste it.” He bends over to rest his elbows on the table, perching his chin on his two servos like a girl would, kicking their little feet during a sleepover.

“Don’t you have to buy me a new bed to compensate for that?”

He huffs, “ I already did. This is a bonus. Now, stop stalling. I have a patient to tend in a few hours and unless you've not taken a sip, I'm not going anywhere."

"Right, right. No pressure, doc."

"Very much."

You pinch the cup between your index and thumb. A pinkie is jutted out the for dramatics where you caught his lethargic look of disdain to it. And the final act concludes when the rim kisses your lips and you take a sip.

"Well?"

You stare at the ceiling for a moment.

"s'good...woah, real good." You blink in surprise, licking your lips to process the taste. "It's like my mother's! How'd you make this?"

“I was hoping you’d ask that.” He takes it upon himself to sit on your desk, inching close. "It's a, well, how do I put this — an obscure ingredient I am not willing to disclose."

"...You didn't lace this with laxatives didn't you?" You challenge.

"Laxatives?" He almost balks. "No, of course not. Why would I ever do such a thing? Think again."

You squint like that'll help you think. "Vanilla extract?"

"No."

"Oh, come on! Sugar?"

"Not a chance, dear."

"Milk."

"Far from close."

"Salt?"

"Are you serious?"

"What is this, 20 questions? I'll die by the time I cover the whole list of ingredients." You stand up with a huff.

All he does return, however, is a bemused crinkle of mirth from his eyes.He says nothing, only curling out a digit where it prods the area just above your chest. He taps it. Once. Then twice. It took a moment before the cogs turned on its own, and when it does, your cheeks flared up much to your chagrin.Oh. Oh. Your heart. The secret ingredient is—

—love?

You slumped to your chair, clutching your face to fight away the embarrassment at his audacity. You wanted to say it was the lamest, cheap, heart grabbing compliment of all time but you can't.

You just can't.

It's too....sweet.

"I swear Pharma...." If anything, you're reduced to a sputtering mess.

"Pharma? Not so much. I think 'God' would be the latter end. I swear to God, no?"

"Okay smartass."

"I know my rear-end is quite fine. Though, reduce your compliments to the bedroom, please."

"Pharma!"

There was something innately fond with how he’s fixated upon your scrunched up faces and agitated eyes.

Your eyes, they were always so expressive, so bright, much like stars when they flicker amidst the darkest night. A miniscule notion yet so wide in prominence. A haven he could dwell in when plagued upon with sullen days.

He couldn’t resist, and with his digits squishing your cheeks, he pulls you close. The agitation melts the moment you feel his lips against your temple, cheek, nose then your lips.

You glare at him when he pulls away."

"...You’re really making it hard for me to focus my angry molecules into an explosive blast, you know."

“Blast? Please, the least you can do is wield a knife and you're horrible at combat.Also, that's scientifically inaccurate.”

“Oh, shut up.” You look away, faltering at the sight of the door. “....You know what I meant.”

“How about you, as the humans would say, shut me up for a change?" His eyes became playful, tone borderline seductive. You're still fixated on the door. “On the topic of something explosive. Since we’re getting off our shift early today, I was wondering if you’re willing to test the new coils on our bed—“

“….Pharma?” But your eyes on fixed on somewhere else, or someone behind him.

"Doctor."

That isn't your voice.

Pharma’s sensor flares much as his wings did when he whirled around. His spark churned at the sight of the engraved decepticon insignia on his chassis and the gruesome signature mask upholstered on the mech’s face. A mask intended to revel fear, douse the flames of sanity.

Instantly the atmosphere shifted.

It dawns upon him how vulnerable he currently is. How close youre in proximity to the tank. How easily he could tear through the room and kill you. Lodge a knife through your chest. Leave you there on the floor. Skull, cracked. Brains, spooling. Blood agash. A simple red stain on the rag.

Pharma is terrified — he’s terrified of his unpredictability. Whatever thoughts are churning in his head are reduced to a blank slate as his shadow looms over, dwarfing his frame. He's not even moving. Just lingering there by the door. Any second now he could lose his temper and any second later you could be dead. Reduced to atoms. When crimson eyes flickered over, leaning to the side to get a better look, Pharma steps aside to shield you from his gaze.

“I’ll be there, Tarn.” He says stiffly.

The mech regards you for a moment before striding off. Away. The doors swished closed. How'd he knows where he was?

“Who’s that?” You ask, an innocent question he wished he could answer but Pharma pulls you up to your feet, his optics locked on the door.

“No one important, darling .” He replies yet he's already packing your stuff, pulling and shoving everything from your desk. His servos are jittery, wings twitching, brows furrowed.

You follow him around, wringing your hands. "Pharma? I thought you said—“

“Go home without me, dear.” He whirls around after tucking in your jacket into the last slot of your pouch and slips the bag over your shoulder. "It’s late and you have an early shift tommorow, no?"

You deflate, defeated. "Yeah, but i—"

"I have a meeting to attend. It'll be be fine. I won't stay up too late, I promise."

You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. He’s composed but you know he’s not. You know from the twitch of his digits he’s hiding something. He's a cunning deceptive man amidst all the layers but he's never a good liar. You wonder if it’s a reasonable time to press but in the end he’ll just figure out another lie to deceive you.

It'll hurt to leave.

You give him a wry grin. “Don’t stay up too late then or she’ll hog the covers.”

“Fortify the bed for me.” He pulls you for a kiss. "Get home safe."

PHARMA doesn’t want to open the door.

"Will do, doc bot."

Instead, he's pacing the front, wringing his servos, muttering to himself. He knows he should. But the temptation to stride in, get it over with, then walk back out was inviting. An in and out kind of ordeal wasn't the kind Tarn tolerates, much rather, he's mech hiding behind the facade of patience.

He's the worst to impatient.

Steeling himself, Pharma juts his chin up, bearing his usual haughty demeanor and barges through the door. Tarn's imposing presence was enough to halt his circuity but he pulls on the act, pedes an impatient thunk against the floor he rounds the desk, slumping on the chair. Unbothered.

“Make it quick. I have my duties to attend. Another influx of patients up from the east were admitted today. My schedules are full."

Tarn says nothing, regards him for a moment before tossing a deception insignia onto the table. It skidded across, bumping his elbow. By the scrapped off sheen of metal surrounding the symbol, it appears to be ripped out. There’s still energon on it. Barely dry. Pharma pulls away with a grimace. He needed air.

"One of your patients that I've taken care of."

By taken : unruly, unethical forms of torture.

“You ruined a nicely done table in favor of your dramatics.”

“Dramatics to which I prefer not to be taken ever so loosely, doctor." He flicks off a chip fron his talons. It plinks on his desk.

“You’re hiding them here.” He grits, a smooth croon of his voice. So deep, relaxing if not for the fact that he's close enough to snap his neck broken.

“No, I do not,”

“You know better than to lie to me, Pharma. You see, I know everything and it doesn’t take long for me to wrench that truth out of you, I assure you. So, answer me : are you hiding them here?"

“What does it matter to you?"

"A whole lot if you're anywhere close to the ranks of a deception warrior. But, for this circumstance, I will turn a blind eye to it and leave you alone."

Pharma straightens up, surprise. "Impossible. There should be a catch."

He can imagine how smug the smile behind the mask is. A crinkle of his eyes, a gentle prod of his lips — a facade so deceiving it was hard to believe this mech was the cause for all the sufferings they've imposed upon those traitors.

"Yes. And I'll get to the point. I accepted your rejection to your proposal last week because I understood your hesitance. I gave you time to think about it and right now it is dire I require more stocks of the T-cogs. Refuse me and I'll have to take up a more, personal counteractive measure to persuade you."

Pharma stiffens. He tries not to glance at your framed picture on his desk.

"You wouldn't want that would you?"

He narrows his optics. “I don’t know what you mean,"

Tarn shoots out an arm, wide digits curled around his neck cables before he yanks him close, clamping down, choking him. The doctor struggles, clawing at his chest.

“You’re meddling with an organic, Pharma—"Tarn croons, squeezing tighter with every disgust that laced his word. "—That is what I mean and while I prefer not to cut out the pleasantries, she will suffer from the consequences of your actions if you’re not going to concede. So, I’m going to make myself clear. Do you accept that deal or do you not?’’

Pharma tugs on his wrist to loosen the grip

“Please, anything, please, I—“ He holds up his hands placatingly, choking down his last grip of pride. "I'll do it. I'll do it! Just don't..."

Please, don’t hurt her.

"....Just don't. She's innocent. Don't bring her into this, Tarn. She's a remarkable doctor, please—"

Tarn releases his hold. Pharma drops to the ground, clutching his neck.

"I'll send you the list of requirements and a few donors willing to concede. You know where to find me when a problem arises."

Pharma is still on the ground, shaking, pressing his helm against the cold, metal floor. The footsteps disappear much like the diminishing hope in his chassis.He shouldn’t have listened, he shouldn’t have. Tarn and his sweet, sweet lies that’ were always so alluring, drawing him into the abyss.

You're in front of him. Behind was Tarn. He's got a blaster. And from the core were wisps of smoke,

THE tea cup, the one with the flowers painted across were discarded shards on the floor. Fragmented much like the reality he denies as he's wrangled behind. Arms tied. Wrists bounded. He stares, distraught.

”Ph..Pharma…” You’re confused as your palm hover overs the stain, the hole on your torso, the white a crimson red. You look down then up, expression contorted like you're asking him why. “I- I don’t understand…” You ramble and three frantic steps back you collapse, stumbling to the floor.

"What have you done....." Pharma tries to wrench away from Helex's grasp, voice rising to octaves. "Organic internal structures are weaker than a Cybertronians! This blow is fatal, do you not realize she'll die?!

Tarn steps over your body, and marches over to the jet, grabbing his face with a forceful shove. "Think again before you lecture me about those flesh-like scum. Why do you think I've chosen this method of action to condemn your actions with?"

"I couldn't get hold of the corpses in time!" He's frantic, shuffling, leaning aside to peer over the wide shoulders of Tarn. " They're not easy to get when you're a doctor every hour. I couldn't possibly kill the patients, cant I? Please, she needs medical attention, Tarn."

"And it's delayed, much like how you delayed my commodities."

"A deal is a deal. You should know better than to disrupt it."

He should've known better.

Pharma shoots out an arm, he clutches the white jacket, the sleeve, pulling the body. He ignores how heavy, how limp and lifeless you were, compared to the motning when you were just laughing, rolling around on the bed that smelt like lavender, smiling about some pointless joke you scoured from the net.

With each pull, crimson stained and scraped the concrete floor, grime collecting at the base of your body. He doesn't seem to mind. He's too tired. Much too lethargic. When he's got you in his arms, he cradles you, holding you. His digits pinch your cheeks, You’re not warm anymore. You’re cold. Just like his armour, just like the air, just like your eyes. Much like a star, it's doused. The brightness — it's gone. No longer flickering. A mass, the singular speck, gone.

“Pharma, buddy —what the hell happened?”

“Everything. Everything did.”

He cups your jaw, presses a kiss to your temple, your nose, then one last lingering kiss to your lips.

#maccadam #transformers x reader #transformers #ikkosuwrites #pharma #pharma x reader #idw pharma #angst #Tarn x reader #mtmte tarn #mtmte #idw #canon divergent #transformers idw #mtmte pharma x reader #mtmte pharma #mtmte tarn x reader

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adromelke · 3 months ago

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This was my pitch for the @crack-in-the-chassis bang which was caught by the amazing @hectatess who wrote a story about food and love and how these two are synonyms for one (love)starved Dean Winchester.

Thank you, them eating together means the world to me.

Here’s the fic for all ya hungry destiel fans:

#crack in the chassis #dean winchester #castiel #supernatural #foodpics #photography #destiel

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retro-with-a-twist · 3 months ago

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So, I joined my first bang with @crack-in-the-chassis ! The road so far had been bumpy when I met @notreallyaroad, and yet, I couldn’t have gotten luckier. You’ve been an incredible partner and are an incredible writer, and I’m so, so incredibly thankful for you!

That being said, here’s the deal: I had pitched the idea of Dean getting the ending he deserved. Charlie had showed up in my asks box to let me know that he was my partner, and that he was apparently a “shit artist.” His words, not mine, for the record: I don’t believe him 😉 Anyway, he said he could do fanfic, and I was like HELL YEAH, because… well, duh. Fanfic is awesome.

Anyways, I had showed him this piece to get us started:

And he essentially turned the letter into a whole ass fic, which once the link is ready I will be adding it here. It’s a fantastic fic, but let me warn you: don’t forget the tissues. Anyways, we were both struggling on if we somehow wanted to resurrect Cas or not. So, naturally, as decisive people do, we decided we would do two endings, one where our angel is alive and the other where… you know. To save you from further rambling, and at the risk of spoiling the fic, here they are:

This is the one where Cas died:

Ans of course, there’s this one, where Cas lives- and which is in one of my favorite styles I’ve devised thus far:

So yeah! I’d like to think we cooked! At least, the fic did- I’ve been having art block and all the things this last month so it’s better I keep my opinions on my own art to myself 🤣

Anyways, please consider giving Charlie’s awesome fic a read- it really is so beautifully written and perfectly reflects every character included, especially Dean.

Thanks again for saddling with me, partner. Hope to work together again someday!

#supernatural #supernatural fanart #dean winchester #dean winchester fanart #spn fanart #spn #spn art #castiel #castiel fanart #destiel #destiel fanart #destiel fanfic

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samanddean76 · 3 months ago

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Fight Night

Pitcher: SamandDean76

Catcher: @rainythursdaynight

Fandoms: Supernatural, Candyman (Movies), Beetlejuice (Movies)

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 1,625

Pairings: None - completely Gen

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Candyman, Beetlejuice, Bloody Mary

Tags: Sam Winchester Is So Done, Dean Winchester Is So Done, Castiel Makes A New Friend, Just Some Good Clean Fun, No One Hurts The Bees, Winchesters vs. Monsters

Warnings: None - other than to not eat or drink anything while reading

Summary: Sam and Dean are relaxing late one night when Sam reads a disturbing Facebook post advertising a party that is anything but a good time. With Castiel's intercession, they defeat most of the monsters, and one even gets to live happily ever after.

I would like to present to you one of the crackiest crack fics! It follows along to the highly improbable events that occur when Sam and Dean try to help the youthful offenders and Castiel tries to save the bees. And the poorly misunderstood monster that spawned them. Written for the Crack In The Chassis Bang 2024. I hope you enjoy!

Story on Ao3

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bitterkarmaa · 1 year ago

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*BANGS POTS AND PANS* WAKE UP LOVES GRANDPAPPA IS HERE!! (also part three? *looks at you with my autistic eyes)

Looks back with my autism eyes 👁️👁️

PT 2

The endless darkness beyond the stage brings a type of fear to Eclipse that he has felt very few times. Especially since he knows his sons are in there somewhere, with something that seems rather irritable at best, and aggressive at worst.

The panic still pulses through his body, air tightening around him as the star struggles to contain itself within his body. It feels what he feels. And what he feels cannot be defined in just one word.

“BLOOD!?” Eclipse shouts out into the darkness, wild eyes darting about the room. His hands shake at his sides. He can feel the heat beginning to soak through the cracks of his plating.

“Why worry about them? Look what they did!” Moon snaps from behind him, grabbing Eclipse by the shoulders, forcefully turning the other animatronic to face him. Eclipse stares back at him with wide eyes, following his finger as he jabs it at Rays- leaking and injured on the floor.

“I’m used to it.” Rays rasps, bringing a hand up to cover the gash at the base of his neck, where it meets his chassis. His front plating looks loose, nearly torn from its hinges. Blood Moon would’ve killed him, Eclipse knows, and he would’ve let them. Guilt gnaws at his chest. Emotions churn in his head too quickly for him to grasp. Why didn’t he stop them?

“That’s just sad.” Veil murmurs from his place beside Eclipse’s leg, one hand loosely wrapped in the fabric of his father’s pants. He doesn’t sound mocking, no, but instead solemn- sympathetic, even, if his tone was to be picked apart.

“It is?” Rays manages to shift onto his side with a grunt, and, before long, Lunar is at his side, helping him into a sitting position. Sun hangs back. Eclipse can’t see his expression, but the fact that the daycare attendant hasn’t said anything yet is proof that he isn’t in the brightest of moods.

Eclipse doesn’t blame him.

“Yes. It is.” Eclipse says tightly, hands clenching into fists at his sides.

He wants to scream. Wants to shout at anyone and everyone for reasons he can’t explain, wants to claw out someone’s eyes, just for the hell of it. It must show in his stance, because Rays seems more than just a little unnerved as he turns his attention onto the almost mirror-image of his former abuser.

“Moon, tend to him, will you?” The scarred animatronic quips, more of a demand than a suggestion. Moon narrows his eyes.

“You are not going down there.”

Eclipse can’t help but let himself slip, his self control crumbling between his fingers faster than he can register.

“My sons are down there! Something just fucking flung them like paper planes and you want me to stand here and do nothing?!”

He feels everything breaking around him. Feels his world crumbling beneath his feet.

It makes him dizzy. Nauseous. Unsteady.

Weak.

“…sons?” Moon murmurs quizzically after a few beats of silence, eyeing Eclipse with conflicting emotions adorning his face.

Eclipse can’t bring himself to backtrack or deny any of the frantic admissions he’s giving. He can’t stop talking once he starts, the raw anxiety spilling off his tongue as his hands come up to grab loosely at his rays in a display of pure, unfiltered panic.

“Yes! Are you stupid?! Deaf?! Blind?! They look up to me like a parent, they depend on me now! I’ve left them too many times, and I’m not leaving them to be killed by-“

“Um…Eclipse…?” Veil cuts into his father’s rant timidly, practically melting under his gaze as Eclipse turns his wild eyes onto his youngest son.

“What?” He snaps a little too sharply, only shifting his eyes away once Veil points towards…

Huh. Eclipse is met with the sudden realization that he’s in flinging distance, too.

However, instead of being flung, he is restrained with two hands and dragged from the balcony, claws scrabbling wildly at the wood in a desperate attempt to escape- but to no avail. His gaze looks with Moon’s for a moment, silently pleading for help, but the night-themed jester is so frozen in shock that he only manages to move and reach out once it’s too late.

Eclipse is pulled into the darkness with a cut off scream and movie-worthy struggle, flailing limbs and kicking feet like a toddler being dragged from a candy store.

“ECLIPSE!” Veil and Rays shout in unison, one more distressed, the other worried. Lunar has to lean forwards and tackle Veil to prevent him from diving off the side of the balcony after his father.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, he’s like- invincible, at this point-“ Lunar says in a rush, hoping to console Veil enough to at least dampen his struggling- and, maybe, to convince himself of his own words, too.

“Death fears him.” Rays cuts in, small innocent smile coming onto his face as the others turn to him in clear unease over his foreboding statement. Their voices fade off into distant murmurs, melding together until the voices are indistinguishable from one another, as Eclipse is pulled further from salvation.

“Let me GO!” Eclipse snarls, forcing the fear from his voice in favor of acting on his more furious instincts.

A low growling fills his senses, blocking out all his previous attempts at bravery. Gears grind away at each other beneath dented metal paneling, only visible by the streaks of light that come out from behind the balcony curtains. It carefully descends from its perch, neatly positioned underneath the stage, maneuvering around until he hears the gentle clink of metal meeting the balls within the pit below.

He swallows thickly. The taste of oil is thick and bitter on his tongue. The heat leaks out from his chassis in waves and small bursts of steam. He needs to calm down, damage is being done.

The way he is gently cradled now is a stark contrast to his unceremonious snatching from up above. He is held with such tenderness, such care and concern, as if he will break at any moment.

He…he remembers being held like this. It brings him a type of comfort he didn’t know he needed until now, melting into the hold without further hesitation, all his walls dropped in an instant.

All those times, after rough days, long nights, troublesome memories or particularly persistent pains…

Tears prick at his eyes as a part of him, long since crushed by time, begins to surface once again.

Star-patterned sleeves shift in his edges of his vision, so woefully torn and dulled. It’s his fault. He hurt him. He hurt his own father. He ruined his sanctuary, his safe place, his rock that tried to stay by his side despite all that he had done.

No.

No, he can’t do this now.

He moves his arms up, shoving himself back from KC as the mangled animatronic tilts its head down at him, moving stiffly, each shift accompanied by a click or awful scraping sound- sometimes both.

“What did you do with my son?!” Eclipse demands, finally managing to break free from his father’s hold. He staggers back a few steps, vision swimming as the steam continues to pour from his vents.

When he manages to look up, barely making out KC’s blank stare and calm, careless demeanor, he feels the rage build up once again.

In a simple motion, it lifts its hand, pointing towards the play-structure. Eclipse turns, spotting Blood Moon crumpled in a haphazard pile beside one of the slides.

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO THEM?!” Eclipse’s voice comes out sharp, borderline wail.

“Toss.” KC says simply.

“NO SHIT???” Eclipse bolts to Blood Moon’s side, kneeling down to access them for any damages. He hears nothing behind him, so focused on his son, that the next thing he notices is a voice speaking from right above him.

“Rabid child. Off switch?”

Eclipse turns on what remains of his father, clutching Blood Moon in his arms while glaring daggers at the figure that towers above him.

“I told you not to interfere with my family!” Eclipse’s rays jitter, then turn in opposite directions- quick, sharp movements that clearly display his fury and distress. KC deadpans at him.

“Your family is falling apart.”

The fire dies in Eclipse’s eyes at that remark, shoulders going slack as his gaze travels back to Blood Moon. He wishes he could deny that. He wishes he could tell his father off and flaunt his accomplishments, show face of a perfect family that may finally make KC feel even the slightest amount of guilt.

But he can’t. Because he’s right.

“You have no idea what my family is like.” He bites back, tone full of venom that he wonders is truly his, or that younger animatronic that never got the clarity that he so desperately needed.

“Broken?”

“Like you?” Eclipse snarls, finally turning to face KC, watching with disgust as the older animatronic’s gaze darkens, expression tightening in disdain.

He watches those hands curl into fists, watches those dagger-like fingers, so often coated in layers of blood, hide themselves amongst its primal rage. It makes him sick, so he looks away, clutching Blood Moon closer, cradling them to his chest.

“And who’s fault is that?” KC’s voice is low, bitter, filled with such intense hate that Eclipse feels a part of himself wither and die all over again.

“Just leave me alone.”

A silent resignation hangs behind his words now, unable to repress his exhaustion with the situation any longer.

“I can’t. I am your father.”

For some reason, those words hit something. Something deep- something that has been simmering for a long, long time.

Eclipse sets Blood Moon down, whirling to face KC with tears in his eyes, freely flowing down his face. He jabs an accusatory finger at KC, shoving the tip of his claw against the cool metal plating of its chest.

“My father. Is dead.”

He watches the horror cross KC’s expression.

“But I’m right here.”

“NO!” Eclipse shouts in sudden outrage, balling his hand into a fist that he uses to hit at KC, hand colliding harmlessly, helplessly, against his chest. Soon, Eclipse’s head comes forwards, broken sobs wracking through his body as he leans into his father’s morbidly cold chassis. “No…”

KC’s expression twists, becoming increasingly…concerned. He kneels down to be level with his son, wrapping his arms around him, hushing him softly as Eclipse wails his woes, letting it all out.

“I’m right here, my boy, hush now.” He murmurs in the gentlest tone, one only fit for a consoling father. The years of dismissal…is this what it’s done? Has KC been the underlying cause of Eclipse’s outbursts all this time? Those thoughts make him feel almost…ashamed. The emotions are dulled, faint in comparison to what they should be, but…the admittance that it’s there means that…it’s here, in this moment. This is something it’ll be able to remember, not some vague recollection that comes and goes like all the others.

By the time that Eclipse begins to calm down, his breathing hitches and hiccups, such intense emotional distress obviously having worn on his already weakened systems from overheating.

It is then, that it realizes, the pair of red eyes that stare up at it. It glances down to Blood Moon, who now sits up unsteadily, their pupils uneven- one dilated, the other shrunken. It’s not a big size difference, but…it probably means nothing good. But, hey, they’re snapped out of their murder-trance! KC calls that a win.

“Eclipse…” KC whispers gently, prying his son off of him despite Eclipse’s vain attempts at staying in place. “Your…um…child? Children? They have awoken.”

Eclipse stares blankly at KC for a few moments, then seems to startle and snap out of his stupor. He turns to face Blood Moon- perhaps a bit too quickly, because he sways precariously on his feet- as his son stares up at him with a half-lidded expression.

“Oh my…” Eclipse murmurs worriedly, only taking his focus off of Blood Moon when KC gently rests his hands onto Eclipse’s shoulders, steadying him.

“My apologies.” The former security bot mutters sheepishly, and Eclipse casts a wry look back at it before focusing back onto his son.

He carefully kneels down to their level- with KC’s help- and begins to examine their circuitry, processors, drives- pretty much anything that could sustain damage got a thorough inspection. KC hovers, however, it seems his presence isn’t as expected to others as it is to Eclipse, because….

“No. Fucking. Way.”

KC and Eclipse slowly turn in unison towards the new voice, Blood Moon doing the same, albeit sluggishly, as if they’re drunk. Moon stands off to the side, mouth agape, staring at KC like he just watched a kangaroo give birth to a kazoo. In other words, horror and shock are quite clear on his face.

“Eclipse! Eclipse, are you oka- OH MY GOD IT’S THE IRON GIANT-“ Veil comes up, as well, quickly skidding to a stop and backpedaling as if wishing he never came over at all.

Despite Moon’s momentary alarm, his expression soon steels into resolve.

“It’s real?”

Eclipse shifts his gaze nervously between Moon and KC. “Please don’t hurt him.”

Moon’s face contorts into disgust and disbelief.

“That thing is a killer! It needs to be put do-“

“NO!! YOU’RE NOT LAYING A HAND ON HIM!!” Eclipse cuts into Moon’s declaration in a sudden burst of aggression, voice lowered into a growl, like a wild animal only held back by stake and chain.

Moon scowls, shifting his gaze off of Eclipse just long enough to glare holes into KC, who seems increasingly uncomfortable.

“Are you going to tell me it’s turned over a new leaf or some shit? This is the monster parents warn their kids about at night! The beast that haunts my dreams! The aid to my anxiety!” Moon challenges, words sawing through the trust Eclipse had begun to build with him with each added syllable.

“You don’t know him like I do!” Eclipse flashes back incredulously.

“Oh, so you know it now?”

Eclipse falls silent at that, mouth snapping shut as he realizes just how much he could’ve revealed had he continued defending his father. But should he stop there? Does his father deserve to be defended?

Part of him aches, childishly wishing he could say “yes,” while the other part, void of mercy, calls out a resounding “no.” He struggles to decide which side to choose.

“Yes. I do.” He murmurs after a few moments of hesitance, voice small and conceited.

“You’ve kept this from me for how long?” Moon asks sharply, accusingly.

“Long enough.” Eclipse replies vaguely, hoping that his tone is enough to end the conversation there and table it for a better time. But it apparently isn’t, from Moon’s fuming expression.

“I’ve lived my life thinking that the demon in my head was just that- in my head! Now you tell me it’s real?!” He snarls, prodding an accusatory finger in Eclipse’s direction. The scarred animatronic looks away timidly.

“It always has been.” Eclipse murmurs solemnly, forcing his eye down to focus onto Blood Moon once again.

“Hey, boys, can you hear me?” He asks hesitantly, earning a slow nod from the twins as they tilt their head towards him. He breathes a sigh of relief.

“Can you see?”

Blood Moon pauses at that, blinking sluggishly, one eye at a time.

“Sorta. Blurry.” They mutter weakly, making Eclipse give them a worried frown.

“We need to go back. We can talk about this later.” Eclipse says firmly, head snapping towards Moon with a stern scowl on his face. He is not taking no for an answer.

“You haven’t-“

“I don’t care! It can wait! Blood Moon and Rays need tending to, and I’m fairly certain KC’s presence isn’t going to inhibit that. The only one inhibiting anything right now is you, Moon.” Eclipse’s voice raises into a borderline shout, earning a subtle look of pride from KC.

At least he did something right while raising Eclipse.

For a few moments, Moon looks about ready to continue arguing, but, eventually, faced with Eclipse’s rage, he backs down. The tension leaves his shoulders, eyes downcast, yet set in place with the rest of his frustrated expression.

As Eclipse stands, carrying Blood Moon securely in his arms, KC moves, turning to leave.

“Wait.” Eclipse’s voice rings out clearly, and KC turns to him with a calm regard.

“You’re coming with me.”

KC gives his son a dubious stare, eyes darting to Moon, before slowly trailing back to Eclipse.

It is then that the exhaustion hits, it’s gaze dulling into a type of worn that only an animatronic of its age could muster. It sways.

“Come now, before you shut off.” Eclipse’s voice softens into something almost sympathetic, his one-sided gaze trained on KC’s every movement as his father begins to stagger towards him, nodding faintly in confirmation.

“No. No way.” Moon exclaims with a wave of his arms, but immediately shuts his mouth when Eclipse casts him a scorching glare- a glare that contains two eyes, glowing dimly in the darkness of the daycare. He knows asking more questions or giving more complaints will only continue to dwindle Eclipse’s waning patience, so he decides to interrogate him later.

Veil scampers up behind Eclipse, fingers loosely curling into his father’s pants. Eclipse gives him a glance, soft smile, and warm nod.

“You know that thing?” His creation asks, tilting his head curiously.

“Yes. I know him quite well.” Eclipse replies vaguely, ushering his youngest son forwards before Blood Moon registers his presence. Veil is left no more time for questions as the small group begins the trek towards the backstage rooms, silence filling the tense air.

But, as Veil looks over Blood Moon, leaning limply against Eclipse’s chest, he can’t help but wonder…

Is he really meant to be here?

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glory-jean · 3 months ago

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The Journey of Castiel, The Angel with Too Much Heart

This is a sneak peak at my Pitch for Crack in the Chassis Crack Big Bang.

You can see it in all its cracky glory on my Ao3

Or my dreamwidth

Now head over to see Zephyr's, my amazing partner in cracky crime, art work!!

@crack-in-the-chassis

#fanfic #ish #fanart #it's total crack #supernatural

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crack-in-the-chassis · 4 months ago

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HONK HONK! A SECOND ROUND OF CLAIMS HAS OPENED.

Hello SPN fan, are you an artist? Writer? Interpretive dancer? Whatever your choice of fanwork, you're more than welcome to join us!

We had a BLOW-OUT number of submissions, and after the first round of claims, we still have pitches waiting to be claimed. Our previously signed-up catchers got their pick, so now it's time to give the rest of you a shot.

This isn't your normal bang. ANY KIND of fanwork will do--keeping in mind the pitcher's preferences, of course. We've got fics, fanart, podcast trailer, baked goods... Check them out here:

Gallery Link

(Feel free to play around with the filters and sorting options. There is a LOT going on here.)

If any of those fanworks inspire you, put together a list of their numbers in order of preference and submit this form:

Claims Form

You will be required to create one (1) fanwork based on your choice. The minimum requirement for written works is 1,500 words, for visual works is one image, and for audiovisuals is 30 seconds. For all other kinds, you are free from the tyranny of numbers--but please make a good faith effort.

50% drafts are due on August 4th. Final drafts are due on August 21st.

Follow @crack-in-the-chassis for updates and check out the INTRO POST for further information.

FAQ | Schedule | Rules

#supernatural #promo post

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seidenapfel · 4 months ago

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Bang & Fandom Event Fic & Art Masterpost

2024 is for me the fourth year of participating in SPN bangs (and fandom events). I'm usually pretty good at remembering the bangs I wrote fic for, but the list has gotten too long to remember them all — especially after I started to participate as an artist as well. I decided to list them sorted by year. Since I'm planning to update this post regularly in the future I put the entire list behind a read more. At the end of this post is a list with the Tumblr accounts of all the bangs. Some of them are on hiatus, but many are still active and might be looking for participants.

*** 2021

DeanCas Happily Ever After Fest 2021 I Call Your Name (23,474 words, Explicit, Canon Universe*) [Tumblr Masterpost]

Suptober 2021 18 fics (27,745 words, General up to Explicit)

DCBB 2021 Maybe not a comedy (according to Jack), but he likes the happy ending (67,602 words, Mature, AU) [Tumblr Masterpost]

*** 2022

Dean/Cas Pinefest 2022 An Angel's Tale (30,175 words, Explicit) [Tumblr Masterpost]

DCRB 2022 Finding You, FInding Home (15,960 words, Explicit, Canon Universe*) [Tumblr Masterpost]

Destiel Sci-fi & Fantasy Bang 2022 Magically Bonded (24,502 words, Explicit, AU) [Tumblr Masterpost]

Suptober 2022 29 fics (38,252 words, General up to Explicit) 4 pieces of art [1, 2, 3, 4]

SPN Regency Bang 2022 Forty Shillings on the Drum (16,169 words, Explicit, AU) [Tumblr Masterpost]

DCBB 2022 Calming the Weather (35,490 words, Explicit, Canon Universe*) [Tumblr Masterpost]

A Very Prompty Christmas - SPN Edition Weathering the (Christmas) Season (37,446 words, Explicit, Canon Universe*)

*** 2023

Dean/Cas Pinefest 2023 Unbeknownst Soul Mate (20,776 words, Explicit, AU) [Tumblr Masterpost]

DCRB 2023 Art for Forged in Thunder by flyingkafka67 (AO3, Tumblr) [Tumblr Masterpost]

DeanCas Switch Bang 2023 Your Dreams Are My Reality (10,883 words, Explicit, Canon Universe*) [Tumblr Masterpost]

SPN Angel Bang 2023 An Act of Humanity (23,527 words, Explicit, Canon Universe*) [Tumblr Masterpost] Art for Etheral Feathers by Atlas_Pie (AO3, Tumblr) [Tumblr Masterpost]

Dadstiel Mini Bang 2023 From Zero to Family (11,773 words, Explicit, AU) [Tumblr Masterpost] Art for Moonlight on the Water, Sunlight in the Sky by nickelkeep (AO3, Tumblr) [Tumblr Masterpost]

Suptober 2023 16 fics (15,501 words, Teen and Up up to Explicit)

SPN Regency Bang 2023 High Time for a Romantic Adventure (12,302 words, Explicit, Canon Universe*) [Tumblr Masterpost] Art for A Little More Time by Tossukka (AO3, Tumblr) [Tumblr Masterpost]

DCBB 2023 Mark of Darkness, Spark of Hope (48,056 words, Explicit, Canon Universe*) [Tumblr Masterpost]

12 Prompts of Christmas - SPN Edition Our Troubles Will Be Miles Away (17,369 words, Explicit, Canon Universe*)

*** 2024

Dean/Cas Pinefest 2024 Books, Pies, and Roommates (27,731 words, Explicit, AU) [Tumblr Masterpost] Art for Given to Fly by MittenWraith (AO3, Tumblr) [Tumblr Masterpost]

Bottom Cas Big Bang 2024 Art for Raising Kids, Finding Love, the Family Business by Mydestielbabies_67 (AO3, Tumblr) [Tumblr Masterpost]

Dadstiel Mini Bang 2024 Fic Art Art

Crack in the Chassis 2024 Art + Fic

Midam Bang 2024 Art

DCBB 2024 Fic Art

*canon universe and canon divergence

*** Bangs on Tumblr

@dchappilyeverafterfest (only in 2021) @deancasbigbang @deancaspinefest @deancasreversebang @destielscififantasybang @spnregencybb @deancasswitchbang @spnangelbang @dadstielminibang @bottomcasbigbang @midambang24 @spnbangbang

Other bangs (some of them I signed up for but didn't finish/claim anything, and for some others I considered/am considering signing up)

@spnangelsanddemons-rb @destielaureversebb @spnheadbang @destielnoirbang @spnfemslashbang @deancasanimebang @dcwildwestfest @bottomdeanbigbang

#seidenapfel writes #seidenapfel arts #destiel #destiel fanfic #seidenapfel masterlist

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reflections-of-mobius · 1 year ago

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Bless had slightly raised a hand, for that brief moment before the team could leap into action. He knew petting Fafo was fine...but he wasn't totally certain on Blep. Especially given what little he knew about the snake... Which wasn't exactly a lot. Still- there were other issues at the moment, more pressing than his playful stipulations.

"You got it!" He wasn't about to question it- a minute to catch his breath was far better than a few seconds, but Inari still let his goggles press against the edges of his eyes- just in case. "Holy Gaia..." There were few in the world with power like that of Bless and his friends- but Inari had only heard stories from Bless and Node about Harmony and Volt... So it was any wonder her jaw had dropped, seeing Harmony punch a hole straight through a robot- and apparently sent it careening at an angle- but not before it managed to level the barrel of its gun.

Everything had been going in slow motion. Node was nearly at the ground, their skates beeping in warning- low on air- when a yell had filled their ears.

"LOOK OUT!"

The fox spun, hazel eyes wide- just in time to feel the surge of energy in the air, to see Volt's back and hear the sickening BANG of a singular bullet. Bless had been about to jump down, but he stopped- emerald hues pinpricks at the sight.

"VOLT-!" Bless and Node's voices had been less than a second off from one another, each stuck on the sight before them.

His breath caught in his throat, seeing the blood beginning to drip from the injury. For a moment, raw panic flooded Bless. No, not Volt, no--- Node wasn't doing much better- but at least there were no injuries or exit wounds on the other side. Panic- always the others, always the others. It was always everyone around them- their jaw worked wordlessly, rage quickly flooding over fear....

But the duo froze, as did Inari, when they felt the energy in the air shift. Their fur began to rise with the sudden electrical charge. Node didn't need to so much as raise a hand for Tails to follow their lead- taking a step back as their boyfriend began to glow, electricity crackling.

All ears in the vicinity flattened with the sudden clap of thunder, the last of the robots sparking, circuits overloading and flat-out burning from the raw energy they were being forced to handle...before, with a dying 'reinnnfffffzzzz', it crashed to the ground- smoke rising from a semi-burnt chassis.

"Thank Chaos you're alright..." Bless had managed to get to the ground- his ride (read: a cannibalized 'bot) now its own smoking heap.

Node was quiet, their hands shaking ever-so-slightly from barely contained rage. Something in them had officially flipped, from fear to raw, unadulterated wrath. They silently stepped around, eyes flicking to the blood Volt had spat. Maybe in other circumstances, they'd have cracked wise-- but not tonight. Not tonight... The scent of iron in the air made them that hint more angry.

I'm not losing anyone.

"....glad you're alright..." It had taken them a few seconds. The emotion was so raw, the override so much.. Node wished there was still a 'bot left, just so they could beat it shitless for the act its brethren enacted. They tried not to let their vision linger on the injury.

Bless, for his part, was more in the realm of relief.

"I forgot you could teleport..." He really should've remembered- but that was on him. Eyes slid over the now-closed bullet hole, dead center in Volt's chest... For Node or himself- a killing shot. "...thank you..." He breathed out. If that had actually landed---no. He wasn't-- he wasn't going to think about it, not right now.

He'd just be glad that Volt had his accelerated healing to make the injury far less severe... But the scent of iron in the air, the blood spat on the ground- it stoked a strange ember within him... Something that whispered and growled, at the back of his thoughts.

"Are you-?" Inari had gone to ask, but as she rounded towards Volt's front, his words trailed off. "-...woah..." He tried to shake his head, to get his thoughts sorted. "...I take it you're Volt, and Harmony?" And then, her vision landed on the two glowing rings- much like the one in his own chest, save for the colors. It only took one look for Inari to realize what was happening. "...wish we could've met during something less crazy...I'm Inari- but you might know me as Tails. Have you guys got a plan, yet?"

They could work out the logistics of everything once this was all over, but there was a telling look in Volt's eyes at his partner's stipulation. As if Fafo was going to leave the pair alone when they were staying. Blep on the other hand...

Someone was going to have to pry him from the teen's quills if they wanted to hold him and would likely never hear the end of it.

But that was for the future and Volt needed to focus on the now. Harmony had already taken out the one with that tree branch and looked ready to launch at another once they got close.

"Take a minute t' catch yer breath. I got it." And she easily proved that point by punching a hole straight through a bot that decided to get too close. It wasn't like she was going to let the adults have all the fun and threw the damaged bot at the one attempting to shoot them. "Shove yer reinforcements up yer ass!"

She hadn't realized the angle at which she hit it. Thinking that it would be the end of it from getting smacked by its brethren. But Volt had been at the perfect angle to notice the lone shot it fired before it was knocked over.

In a flash, one that was reminiscent of when they went to the Christmas party, the hybrid disappeared. His board hovered in place before heading for the ground as Volt reappeared with his back to his partner.

A grunt as pain flared from his chest, the scent of blood filling the air as he staggered back for just a second, and placed his hand over the wound directly in the center of his chest.

"Daddy!" Harmony called as he remained standing. A moment passed before the air filled with a static charge, the crackle of electricity illuminating the hole in his chest as the skin healed almost instantly back over itself.

Glowing eyes narrowed and one hand shot forward, sending a bolt of pure lightning at the mech that shot him. Milliseconds later the crack of thunder followed. It echoed for a moment and Volt took another breath as the teen ran over to him. He stopped her before she could touch him, showing the lingering sparks on his fingertips and spitting a bit of blood onto the grass by his feet.

"I'm alright. Gonna take more than that t' do me in."

#Event | There One Moment Gone the Next #familylightfox #took the pain/found my own way | Voltage Lightfox #cause every time we touch/I get this feeling | Velte #dark or light/always shining bright | Harmony Lightfox #Behind this soft exterior/Lies a warrior | Node the Fennec Fox #Hanging on the edge of tomorrow/From the works of yesterday | Sonic “Bless” the Hedgehog #long post #I wanna live better days/Never look back and say/It could have been me | Miles “Inari Archie/Tails” Prower #gunshot tw #gun tw #injury tw #blood tw

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