#Haunted Scrapyard

[cursedc00kies]

SUAGR RUSH THEMED MAGMA I DID WITH MY AWESOME BESTIES!1!1!1!1!

I need to explode all of ur guys goobers/pos

Credit for most of the doodles goes to: @how-to-humaning-401 @mothhue @t052ther0b0t and @milk-box-16 (my awesome swagger besties whose art is really cool and scrumptious)

(Also here's my main because I normally post stuff like this there: @witch-sweets)

[haunted-scrapyard]

Wifi died (they're all dramatic)

[mothhue]

i point at you

talk about robots

-totally not an australian paper bag

HEHEHE YAAAAYYYY!!!!! >:D I GET TO GO INSANE ABOUT THE SILLIES!!

Alrighty, soo...

Haunted scrapyard is an original project me and my friends have been working on, it's about six haunted robots going through all sorts of shinaniganry and adventures. With a good dose of villains, side characters and found family. Here's some assorted drawings/doodles I did for it!!

I adore haunted scrapyard so much, and I've been having a blast working on it!

...in fact, I've been having so much fun, that I uh

...yeah this is. a VERY small spoiler-free portion of the art I did for this project. (I also have over 7 documents written with over 20k words combined, not to mention the countless paragraphs I've written over on discord but let's ignore that for now)

If you're interested and want to check it out, HEHE THANK YOU :D!!! I heavily recommend looking through this document for a nice introduction to it!! We also have a blog centered around them, @haunted-scrapyard, but it's more of a glorious chaotic doodle pile. I would love love love it for people to check it out!!

Anyways, I ADORE THESE ROBOTS SO MUUCH AUGHAGUDHFKF My brain is completely full of these guys right now I am actively going feral. I need to be less shy and more cringe about them on here I am spinning around in my enclosure

[bubbiethesaur]

Hi! hope you're doing well<3

I was wondering if we could possibly have a sneak peek of the new chapter?

No pressure ofc! Feel free to completely ignore this ask👍

Love your writing!! Have a great day/night!!

The second I saw your ask I about exploded because I was traveling home from a trip and didn't have access to my laptop. BUT I'm home now and I would heckin' love to show a sneak peak for LRA chapter 19. (tis unedited, so please forgive any typos)

(Btw I flipping love giving sneak peaks, crumbs, answering questions, etc) Beware ch. 19 spoilers below the cut

You were home. Or close to it, at least.

A familiar dirt road lay under your feet—dusty and full of rocks and hoof prints—a path you’d driven hundreds of times and knew better than your own face. It wound like a clay-crafted snake up and away into the hills, between scrubby oak full of glistening leaves blown gold in the sunshine, pines wider than you were tall and needles longer than your hands stretching up and up into the sky. 

Your gaze lingered on the ditches lining the road and the thick forest beyond, and it took you an embarrassingly long time to realize what was missing from the picture—the fences. As far as you could see, there wasn’t an inch of scruffy white fence to be seen. Not even a bit of tangled chicken wire. Just road and wood and a rich summer blue sky so huge and blue you could almost drown in it.  

Maybe it was the dust or heat of the sun, but there was a haziness to the view. Like it was all just a painted landscape that an artist had smeared with a careless brush of the hand.

As you stared, something stuck between your ribs. It was all so familiar, so beautiful, that it hurt—like a dulled knife between your rib bones—deep and painful. Throbbing. 

Closing your eyes, you inhaled warm air full of dust, spice-tinged pine, the sweet-sourness of undergrowth—and the ache bloomed.

You’d missed this place.

A dull thump-tha-thump caught your ears, bone-dry grass rustling, and your heart skipped. But your shoulders relaxed as a familiar tan and white dappled mare tromping out from under the cool shade of a tree. You popped over the ditch lining the road at once.

“Hi there, Daisy,” you muttered softly. Hot breath puffed over your palms, grassy and thick with heat. She snuffled loudly into your hand, gumming at your skin. “Sorry, old girl. I don’t have any treats on me.”

She snorted and shook her head, faded blonde man flickering like strands of wheat in the sun.

You stroked a hand down her neck, patches of tan and marshmallow white. She felt so warm, big doe-eyes peering at you beneath long lashes.

Sighing, you buried your hand in her thick mane, careful not to pull as coarse strands slipped between your fingers. The sensation didn’t ground you as much as you would have liked. You felt so alone, the bitter taste of dirt and iron dripping between your teeth. 

A branch snapped behind you, the crisp crackle of sun-dried grass—like a tiny bird’s bones crunching underfoot. You froze, your pulse thumping in your ears as the sounds grew nearer—too light for a small animal, too loud for Sun or Moon—

“Hey, squirt.”

You stopped breathing.

[leftoverlemonpeels]

I honestly think that people are holding quadeca to too high a standard and it's not fair on his most recent drops I have seen so much criticism that is saying that it is a downgrade from idmthy and it's unnecessary scrutiny that he doesn't deserve and that isnt really good to do as a fan considering if you expect everything someone makes to be perfect and constantly compare it to something else you'll only be disappointed

And I think it's not ok when hes trying to do something completely different from idmthy like scrapyard in my opinion is very good and nice too listen to (to say the least) even though it doesn't sound like idmthy and it is impossible to even compare the two when idmthy is like my favourite album and scrapyards hasn't even finished coming out yet

Just food for thought

[5mind]

fivemind doesn't believe in rumours and stuff of most hauntings not because it doesn't believe in ghosts but because one of the more infamously 'haunted' places in its neighbourhood is its homebase. (its not haunted, fivemind just lives there )

[bear-t00th]

"How I describe you, when you're not around. You should see for yourself"

Guide Dog - Quadeca

My other work!

[ohisms]

↪     𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 , updated .     (  a  collection  of  various  settings  meant  to  inspire  drabbles  or  be  used  as  prompts .   )

001.   the seaside ,  as the sun is setting .

002.   a cabin in the middle of the woods .

003.   a picket-fenced home in the suburbs .

004.   a dark bus stop lit only by street lights .

005.   a private jet miles high in the sky .

006.   a funhouse’s room of mirrors .

007.   an office building ,  bustling and busy .

008.   the back row of an empty movie theater .

009.   a run - down motel room .

010.   a loud house party on a suburban street .

011.   a university lecture hall during a class .

012.   the rooftop of a very tall building .

013.   a great ballroom during an elegant party .

014.   the back of a wailing ambulance .

015.   the wine cellar of a large mansion .

016.   behind the school’s gymnasium .

017.   a boisterous bonfire at the lakeside .

018.   an otherwise empty parking lot .

019.   the shady bar of a noisy , dark club .

020.  the grounds of an empty summer camp .

021.   a large hedge maze ,  easy to get lost in .

022.   a neglected or derelict treehouse .

023.   a spacious ,  light-filled meadow .

024.   an underground illegal fighting club .

025.   an abandoned scrapyard .

026.   a large penthouse overlooking the city .

027.    an apple orchard in the middle of spring .

028.   an empty playground with squeaky swings .

029.   an extravagant greenhouse .

030.   the base of a large waterfall .

031.    a spacious walk - in closet full of lovely clothes .

032.   a solemnly quiet hospital room .

033.   the dark depths of an abandoned mine .

034.   the deck of a fishing boat at night .

035.   the thick crowd of an audience at a show .

036.   a long ,  winding road .

037.   the scene of a violent crime .

038.   a fork in a hiking trail deep in the wilderness .

039.   a cramped dressing room .

040.   a dusty antiques shop full of relics .

041.   the street of an unfamiliar city at night .

042.   between the tall shelves of a thrifted book shop .

043.   a building abandoned during construction .

044.   a house without power or running water .

045.   a mysterious trail found in the woods .

046.   the back of a taxi stuck in traffic .

047.    the inside of an elevator that won’t move .

048.   fairgrounds during a large event  (or after hours) .

049.   a garden bountiful with flowers or produce .

050.   a childhood home or bedroom .

+   30  more  setting  prompts :    1 / 3 / 2024

051. the site of a horrible accident .

052. a closed pool , after everyone has left .

053. a home holding horrific memories .

054. by the side of a dangerously quick river .

055. a private hotel room .

056. a police station in the middle of the night .

057. a ferris wheel carriage under a sky of fireworks .

058. a lavish , invite - only party .

059. a public transit stop as rain is pouring down .

060. the back of a taxi going in the wrong direction .

061. the underworld .

062. a dusty , forgotten attic .

063. on the set of a television show or movie .

064. a lighthouse overlooking the raging sea .

065. in a post - apocalyptic bunker .

066. on a ship hundreds of miles from the nearest coast .

067. on the rooftop of a perilously tall building .

068. a tent pitched in the middle of the woods .

069. a crowded stadium during a football game .

070. the morgue during an identification .

071. an otherwise empty library during a late study session .

072. a place that feels familiar , yet you've never been here before .

073. a long hallway that seems to stretch on forever .

074. a signpost at the start of a hiking trail .

075. a bar or tavern bustling with life .

076. the dance floor of a masquerade ball .

077. inside of a car parked in a secluded area .

078. at the edge of a cliff overlooking a large lake .

079. inside a very old house with very old haunts .

080. the antiseptic interior of a space station .

[oc-doodles-daily]

i would like to see my silly goober in your style their names keegan and theyre from a group of robots me and a few friends made a blog for called "haunted scrapyard"

They are so goofy,,

🤎Reblogs are appreciated so more people can get a doodle of their original characters🤍

[snailstep-and-her-clan]

So how did Tuliptail die and how did her parents react? Also do they have anymore kids?

This has been in my inbox for a while because I needed to figure out how to approach it.

I know the people who follow blogs like mine are mainly here for the pretty pictures, but a comic seemed like such a difficult undertaking for this particular part of the story.

And even though I am a writer, I haven't had a lot of energy to write these days even though I know exactly how this would play out...

So lets try a very bare bones script like how I would format the dialogue in my comics !

Here goes:

The Carrion Place

*Snail and Tulip are on a hunt together as new warriors. they pause at the top of a steep hill overlooking the carrion place (dump/scrapyard)*

Snailstep: Do you remember the scary stories Magpieleap would tell during leafbare when we were little?

Tuliptail: You mean about the rat king?

Snailstep: That's the one. Do you think it's real?

*the two of them stare down in silence for a moment before Tuliptail starts to climb her way down the hill.

Tuliptail: Well, only one way to find out!

Snailstep: Huh? wait- what are you doing?! We've been told to never go in there!

Tuliptail: Yeah, when we were apprentices! but we're warriors now.

Snailstep: So what? not even the senior warriors go in there! you can get cut up by twoleg rubbish and you can't even hunt the rats because they just make everyone sick, remember?

Tuliptail: who said anything about hunting them? I just want to have a look around. You don't have to come if you're going to be a mouseheart. *passes the threshold of the wide open chain link gate*

*snailstep hesitates, looking anxious and frustrated, before following after her sister, ears flat and tail bristling*

*as the two girlies vanish into the junkyard, the ghost of Firebright follows after them*

*Tuliptail is curiously sniffing and messing around with random scrapped items, meanwhile Snail is looking tense and glancing around*

*A rat skitters past, knocking several things down a huge pile of junk and Snail jumps back, arching her back*

Snail: That rat was the size of an apprentice!

Tuliptail: really? I must have missed it.

Snailstep: Look, we've had a look, can we go now? this place stinks of rats and twoleg filth, and it's giving me the creeps!

Tuliptail: The creeps? come on, its smells but it's not like there's anything to really be scared of so far.

Snailstep: It just feels like we're being watched, and I don't-

*more twoleg junk crashes and clatters, making both cats jump. there is a dark hollow in the rubbish, and Tuliptail slowly approaches it. Snailstep hesitates, but takes a few steps forward*

*the ghost of Firebright suddenly appears beside her (Nelly's ghost in the car in haunting of hill house style), screaming* RUN!!!

*the rat kind emerges, a great swarming pile of rats that descends upon the two cats, overwhelming them*

*fighting off any rats that attack them, the two she-cats flee blindly into the dump, pursued by a mod of large rats, Firebrights ghost running alongside Snailstep*

*as snailstep runs, she passes a dog house, and the junkyard dog lunges from the darkness, snapping at her. Tuliptail launches herself onto the dogs face before it can do anything. a two leg sitting on the porch drinking a can of beer stands up, shouting as the two cats keep running. The dog is chained and cannot follow, straining at its chain and snapping. The two leg grabs a shotgun and aims at the fleeing cats*

*there's a loud explosion sound, and Snailstep keeps running and running until she's far into shadowclan territory unable to run anymore. she looks around and realizes that Tuliptail is no where to be seen. Snailstep yells for her, frantically searching (think Bambi when his mom died)*

*back at the carrion place, the twoleg grabs the lifeless body of a cat and throws it into the piles of filth. when he's gone, the rats begin to creep out from hiding to inspect it*

How did the parents react?

Something like this:

But also have some actual writing:

Duskheart sat at the gnarled roots of the great oak, his stiff shape blocking the entrance to Cherrystar's den like a heavy stone. He greeted her approach with one terse sentence.

"Cherrystar doesn't wish to see anybody."

Not even me? The words died in Snailstep's throat. Duskheart's hard, unreadable face told her the answer.

"Oh. Ok." As Snailstep turned away in defeat, tail dragging in the dust, she felt Duskheart's cold blue eyes fixed on her back.

He wishes it had been me instead. The thought pricked her like thorns, and she flinched. Duskheart may not be a demonstrative mate or father, but Tuliptail had been his kit. He must resent Cherryspeckle's adopted kit for surviving when his own blood had not.

***

"Have you eaten?" Duskheart's voice pulled Snailstep from the deep dark hole that had been steadily swallowing her up. Her former mentor stood over her, glaring down at her.

"I- I'm not hungry."

"I didn't ask if you were hungry, I asked if you'd eaten."

"no." Snailstep scored her claws into the dark soil, looking away.

Duskheart turned and padded away without another word. Snailstep curled back into a tight ball and closed her eyes.

The feel of fur pressed against her back and the scent of sparrow made her look up. Duskheart was laying beside her, shoving the bird under her nose with a paw. "Eat."

She shoved it away irritably. what was his problem? "I said I wasn't hungry."

"Mousefang told me you've not had a meal in almost two days. Eat."

Why does anyone care?

"Just give it to the queens or something." Snailstep turned her back on him, rolling back into a ball like a pillbug.

"Are you ill?" Duskheart asked curtly. "Do you need Mousefang to check on you?" She could hear the vaguest hint of sarcasm in his mew.

"Leave me alone Duskheart." She growled. "You're not my mentor anymore."

"But I'm your father."

His words made her sit up and stare at him. To her even further confusion and amazement, Duskheart leaned forward, awkwardly licking her between the ears.

"Cherryspeckle and I have already lost one daughter." He murmured in his low, cold voice. "I have no intention to sit idly by while our other one starves herself to death."

Snailstep tried to choke back a sob but failed. Duskheart continued to silently groom her as the tears welled up and spilled out onto her paws.

[mysticstarlightduck]

Catch Up Tag!

Thanks for the tag, @oh-no-another-idea!!!

Last Song:

I Am Not a Robot by Marina and the Diamonds

Cigarette Duet by Princess Chelsea

Deep In The Meadow - Jennifer Lawrence (slowed & reverb)

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Currently watching: I'm watching the new season of Only Murders In The Building with my family, since there's a new episode each week so far, and am also watching a lot of stand-up comedy as well as gaming stuff.

Last movie: The Mask of Zorro and A Haunting In Venice

Currently reading: Caught up in my drafts and also alpha reading @sarandipitywrites' WIP, Spark Signature (I've been a tad slow because of life lol, but I'll catch up this week)

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Savory, and Sweet. No spicy, still makes me sick lol, but that's just how it is (:

Last thing I googled: 'light crossbow dnd damage' - I was in the middle of a really exciting but so freaking wild DnD session earlier tonight lmao, that my brain was not braining.

Current obsession(s): Writing my books, working on my secret BIG music project, playing dnd (both the sessions and the downtime roleplay with my friends), writing my DnD character's backstory scenes

Currently working on: I'm working on my main WIPs (What Lurks In The Hollow, Crash Stardom!, Scrapyard Boys), studying for a test, recovering from a series of Unfortunate Health Events and this week I need to catch up with my art requests and finally finish some animatics I have piled up. (:

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[oso-mimir]

2 years ago, I came up with ideas for madoka magica witch forms for cole, jay, zane, and kai. I was reading them back and I think they turned out pretty good so I wanted to post them here. Their "wishes" were based on their true potentials and the witch forms were based on "bad endings" to those wishes.

Cole: Wish: I wish my dad would accept me for who I am. Witch: The Forgotten Witch with a departed nature. It haunts Yang’s temple, wandering the halls. It is trapped in the temple forever. It calls out to the people who have forgotten it long ago. To defeat this witch, you must remember its name. Minions: Red, Blue, White dancers (based on season 1 dance outfits) that brings humans because their witch wants people to remember them Domain: either Yangs' Temple or the stage the Blade Cup talent contest took place in

Jay: Wish: I wish to have the confidence to confess to my crush. or I wish to be true to myself. Witch: The Cowardly Witch with a disguised nature. This witch hides itself away under piles of clothes, tools, and junk. It abhors its appearance. It disguises itself as items, humans, snakes, anything, to get away from piercing eyes/lingering looks. To defeat this witch, you must find it first. Be wary, it is quick to run and hide, but also quick to strike. Minions: Red, Black, White scrap collectors that lure humans through curiosity of what lies beyond their imagination (into the junk pile) Domain: either the Scrapyard or a broken down Mega Monster Amusement Park

Zane: Wish: I wish to know the truth about my past. Witch: The Broken Down Witch with a self-rejecting nature. This witch hates itself and its past. Knowing the truth about itself, and the assumption of others' rejection of it, the witch fell into a lonely despair. This witch trapped itself within its labyrinth so it could hide itself from others. When humans enter the labyrinth, it quickly takes care of them, to spare them from itself. To defeat this witch, you must have total acceptance / confidence of yourself, and never hesitate. Minions: Red, Black, Blue falcons/crows (crows symbolize death and falcons symbolize freedom, so I think crows would be more appropriate) that brings humans to the labyrinth to help their witch, but ends up leading humans to death. Domain: Tree fortress in the snow woods/old house

Kai: Wish: I wish to protect the Green Ninja, and those I love. Witch: I had two versions for Kai

The Ronin Witch with a desperate nature. This witch has forgotten who it is fighting for. This witch attacks anything in a blind rage, frustrated that it has become the embodiment of evil, the very thing the witch swore to destroy. This witch is desperate to escape its despair, and will keep fighting for its loved ones, for a chance to see them again. This witch cannot, and does not, give up.

The Green Ronin Witch with a jealous nature. Its appearance mirrors the legendary green ninja. It is jealous of the power the green ninja inherits. It fights anything that enters its labyrinth for justice and goodness. To defeat this witch, one must be able to face hard truths.

Minions: Black, White, Blue messengers that brings humans so their witch can defeat evil Domain: Fire Temple or the open tournament arena from season 4

[haunted-scrapyard]

Look world- My another (menance) child... The R.0.0.B.1.

[nahoney22]

Need A Hand?*** (Part 2/2)

Echo X F!Reader

word count: 5.1k

*gif mine so credit if used please*

When an old friend contacts you about hidden treasure, you just had to get involved! You just didn’t expect to run into a certain Clone again.

Warnings: I’m going to class this as NSFW as implied sex is mentioned, nudity, grinding and kissing. mentions of a little bit of blood and injury to reader, slight bickering between you an echo, reconciliation, set around episode 5 Entombed.

Part One | Part Two

"When can we expect your friend to join us?" Hunter sat at the bar of Cid's parlor, looking glum as Phee's influence on Omega seemed to have taken a turn for the worse, especially when treasure was involved.

"She'll arrive when she arrives," Phee replied nonchalantly, admiring the compass that Omega and Wrecker had recovered from a scrapyard.

Hunter was less than pleased with her answer and longed for Echo's presence for backup. But, with the others on a mission, it was just Hunter, Phee and Omega occupying the establishment.

"Can you at least give us a name?" Hunter pressed, eager for more information. But that's when Phee's expression became uncertain.

"I, uh, don't actually know," she admitted, eliciting a shared look of disbelief from Hunter and Omega.

"You don't know?" Hunter asked, his voice strained with frustration as he bared his teeth.

"That's right, I don't know. Nobody does," Phee said, rolling her eyes. "But she's good at what she does."

"You got that right," a mysterious voice chimed in.

The trio turned swiftly to see a hooded figure with a masked face standing before them. Hunter felt on edge, not liking the idea of someone's face being concealed in such a way. The person's voice was also altered, making it impossible to determine their true tone.

"Hey...you!" Phee laughed, not knowing what to call the newcomer as you approached the group and scanned the bar.

"Phee, it's good to see you again," you speak up, nodding in her direction. Though it was difficult to tell if the sentiment was genuine.

Hunter stood, feeling a bit uneasy as you looked him up and down before turning your attention back to Phee. "I heard you found treasure?"

"A key to finding some treasure!" Omega chimed in, eagerly handing over the compass to you.

You smiled behind the mask, face still concealed as you took the golden disk and examined it. "Now this is interesting."

"Do you know it?" Hunter asked, trying to gauge the figure's knowledge.

"Perhaps," you replied, still remaining inconspicuous. Clearly you were not ready to share details with a stranger just yet. Though his voice sounded familiar, like...

You shook your head internally, banishing the thoughts of Echo, the clone who had been haunting your mind for some time ever since you left him.

Omega is scanning you, rather intrigued than nervous like Hunter was. To her, you looked just as badass as those action holomovies she watches with Wrecker from time to time.

“Well, what d’ya say? You in?”

Yourself and Omega look up at Phee as she speaks. “Of course. But for a price.”

“As always.” Phee smirks, causing you to chuckle just a tad. “Shall we discuss this after we have retrieved anything first?”

You nod, satisfied with that solution. After all, you had some research to do first.

“Great!” Phee clasps her hands together, swiping the disk from your grasp and jumps to sit on the table. “We will meet you there once you send the coordinates. I’ll inform the others too.”

You pause, how many people were on this journey? “Others?”

“My squad.” Hunter speaks up, walking over to you. “There will be, including you, seven of us on this hunt.”

"Seven?" You repeated, trying to mask the uneasiness in your voice. "Interesting number."

"Yes, it is," Hunter nodded, a hint of suspicion in his gaze. "So, what do you say? Are you ready to join us?"

You weighed your options, the thrill of the hunt and the possibility of a great reward at the end, against the potential danger that may arise with this unfamiliar group of people. Your thoughts then shifted to the memory of Echo, and the kiss shared between the two of you before you left. A shiver ran down your spine as you pushed those thoughts away.

"I'm in," you finally declared, a hint of resolve in your voice.

"Great," Phee nodded, a smirk playing on her lips.

You gave a curt nod, not entirely comfortable with the idea of relying on these people but understanding that in this line of work, it was better to have allies than enemies. But so often you worked alone. Supposedly, change can be good sometimes.

You then turned and left the bar and as you made your way to your ship, your thoughts once again strayed to Echo.

You couldn't shake the feeling that he was somehow connected to this mission, and that thought both excited and terrified you. You quickly boarded your ship and set off, eager to start your search and hopefully find what you all were looking for. The thrill of the hunt and the possibilities it held, made you forget the worries and uncertainties that lingered in the back of your mind. For now, you were focused on one thing and one thing only: the treasure.

———————————

"There’s a fresh coat of blood here on the ground," Echo says, crouching down and delicately swiping his gloved finger over the crimson liquid. His face contorts in a frown behind his helmet. "It's still wet."

Omega nervously bites her lip. "Could it be her blood?" She glances over at Phee, the worry evident in her eyes.

When they reached the Kaldar Trinary System, as per your instructions, you were nowhere to be found. Phee was putting up a brave front, but the subtle apprehension in her eyes was palpable. Phee knew you well, and even though you preferred to work alone, you were always reliable when it came to sharing the spoils. So with your sudden disappearance, coupled with the fresh blood on the ground, it was causing alarm.

Tech takes a step forward, scanning the area. "It's definitely human blood," he confirms.

"She must have been hurt badly," Omega says, her frown deepening. Hunter's hand rests comfortingly on her shoulder.

"We don't know that it's her," Hunter tries to reassure her, but his words fall flat. Phee had tried multiple times to reach you through your communication device, but to no avail.

Echo lets out a sigh, his arms folded across his chest. Something inside him is stirring, causing his body to react in a frenzy, and he's not sure what it is. When Omega told the crew about a woman dressed in black, who they couldn't identify, Echo's thoughts immediately went to you. You fit the description perfectly, and he couldn't imagine it being anyone else… could it?

"Phee, how do you know this person?" Echo asks.

Phee looks over at Echo, surprised by his inquiry. "She's a pirate, like me," she replies, walking beside him as they delve deeper into the mountain in search of the treasure. "Well, sort of."

"Sort of?" Echo prompts.

"She used to be a pirate, but then she left the life," Phee explains, shrugging her shoulders. "She didn't like working in groups. Or, at least, that's what she told me. I think she was just scared of losing people."

Echo nods, taking in her words. "Was she fearless? A bit cocky?" He reminisces his run in with you and although his mind was often riddled with the thoughts of you kissing him, he did remember your character too.

"Oh, yes," Phee says, laughing. "Very much so. But she was also kind. She wouldn't hurt anyone unless it was necessary. I haven't spoken to her in a long time until today.”

The search for you and the treasure continued, guessing as much that you would’ve gone further inside for shelter from whatever caused your injury.

Unfortunately, they were just about to meet the source.

As the group ventured deeper into the cave, a monstrous creature with razor-sharp fangs descended upon them, latching onto Wrecker and trying to drag him into the abyss. The team frantically fired their weapons, until Wrecker managed to sever one of the creature's horns, freeing himself from its grasp.

Wrecker thudded to the ground, breathing heavily and wiping the saliva from his armor. "What the hell was that?" he groaned, trying to regain his composure.

"Just your average cave monster," you replied coolly, emerging from the shadows and drawing the attention of the group.

Omega rushed over, her face beaming with relief. "You're alive! We thought we'd lost you," she exclaimed, embracing you despite only just making her acquaintance today. Your eyes widen behind your mask but say nothing as you gently tap her shoulder as if to say thanks.

Phee approached, placing a hand on your shoulder to steady you as there was also a small hint of a limp. "Where are you hurt?" she asked, noticing the gash on the side of your head where the bloody they spotted better obviously came from.

You winced as you touched the injury, gritting your teeth. "Just my head, but I'll be fine.”

Your hood was slashed open, and Phee tsks as she inspected the injury. “You got a nasty cut there. You need it patching which means…”

“No,” you shake your head already knowing what it was she was hinting at, voice stern even through the modulator. “Let’s just keep going.” you replied determinedly.

As you turned to face the rest of the team, your heart skipped a beat at the sight of a familiar helmet and scomp link. Your gaze met Echo's, and his expression was one of both surprise and suspicion.

“What are you doing here?” Echo speaks, eyes narrowed through his visor as he puts up a tough front though that’s mainly to hide how his heart leapt at the sight of you. After so long, he finally has you in his sight.

"Nice to see you too, mate," you replied, facing Echo fully and trying to hide the slight discomfort of the memories that came flooding back.

Tech glanced between the two of you, sensing the palpable tension, as did the rest of the team. "So, I gather you two have some history?"

"You could say that," Echo replied, still harboring anger towards you for leaving him stranded and cuffed in the past.

Omega's eyes widened in sudden realisation. "Wait, are you the one who kissed Echo?" she asked, breaking the tension and causing both of you to react in surprise.

You stood still, your eyes comically wide behind your mask, as Echo stumbled for an answer.

"You told her we kissed?" you asked, teasingly tilting your head and placing a hand on your hip.

"No!" Echo exclaimed quickly, aware of the smirk he imagined was hiding under the others' helmets. "O-Omega, how did you...?"

"I noticed lipstick around your lips when we came to get you," Omega explained, her words sending a warm flush through your body.

You blushed, unable to resist teasing him further. "Lucky boy," you said, your words sending a wave of heat through his body.

"Well, this reunion has been sweet, but we've got to keep moving," Phee interjects and you couldn’t be more glad that she did, trying to steer the group back on track.

As you, Phee, and Omega lead the way on the treasure hunt, you overhear one of Echo's brothers teasing him mercilessly about his relationship with you.

“When you did not receive the necklace for Cid’s buyer we were aware of your predicament when we first found you in that side-passage.” Tech speaks up, tapping away at his device to make sure they were all on the same right route, “I was not aware it was because you two were busy engaging in other activities.”

Echo sighs, not particularly embarrassed but annoyed that the others were now berating him about what really happened. He had said you had stolen the necklace back when he wasn’t looking which isn’t exactly a lie… he just missed out the part where you pulled him in for a kiss as a distraction.

“It wasn’t like that. It was just a small kiss.”

“Was it worth it?” Wrecker nudges him with a mischievous laugh.

Echo thinks back to that kiss, like he had done nearly every night for the last few months. The taste of your lips still somehow lingered on his own, the soft moans that poured out of your mouth as he pushed you up against the wall… absolutely it was.

Despite the playful ribbing, Echo remains tight-lipped about it, but as you glance over your shoulder at him, his gaze locking onto you, you can somehow tell by the way he looks at you that the memory still consumes him.

However, your thoughts are interrupted by a sudden shake in the mountain that causes the cave to collapse around you. Rocks fall from the ceiling in a deafening roar, and dust clouds fill the air, making it difficult to breathe. Panic sets in as you see a massive rock about to fall on top of you, but before it can make impact, you feel strong arms wrap around you, pulling you to safety.

You look up and see Echo, the one who had saved you from harms way. Unexpected but not really a shock either.

After making contact with the others and ensuring both of your safety on the other side of the rubble, the two of you set out to find a way around the rubble blocking the path. You suggest that there may be a draft that could lead to the others, but as you take a step forward, you let out a sharp gasp and clutch onto the wall to keep from falling over.

“Need a hand?” Echo approaches, noticing that your ankle has given out. You refrain from rolling your eyes, unsure if his question was genuine or just a call back to the first time you met. But, you gave him the benefit of the doubt.

“I’m alright, mate.”

He insists that you sit down and take a moment to rest and although you wanted to protest that you were fine, you knew you could not go any further. Upon examining your ankle, he discovers it's a sprain.

“Great.” You mumble, trying not to show the pain in your voice but as you speak, he looks up at you and his eyes land on the gash on your head you were so adamant to ignore.

“You need to have that patched up. No ifs or buts.” He tells you sternly, your head snapping up to look at him through your mask as you adamantly shake your head.

“It’s fine, I’m fine.”

“No you’re not.” He counters you, grabbing a medkit from his bag already and pulling out the items neccesary. “Take your hood down and mask off.”

The thought of him seeing your face terrified you. There was nothing wrong with you but you always felt a sense of vulnerability whenever people could read your face. Behind it all, the mask was purely to hide your emotions, not just your face. “I can’t.”

He pauses and sighs as he takes his helmet off, setting it to the ground. “If I can, so can you.”

“That’s not the same.”

“Will your head fall off?”

“Well, no but-.”

“Exactly.” He scowls at you a little. “Let me help you.”

"Fine," you grudgingly concede. As your hand comes up to take down your hood in front of him, it begins to shake with nerves which didn’t go unnoticed. So reluctantly, he gently takes your hands and lowers them, moving slowly as he removes your mask and hood. Your heart races as Echo's gaze meets yours, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and something else, something you couldn't quite place.

“What did you do to your head?” He asks.

“You met it.” You hum, rolling your eyes this time as you refer to the creature that almost killed Wrecker. “I was waiting outside until it appeared out of nowhere.”

Despite your reservations, he begins to treat your head wound with gentle care. His touch sends shivers down your spine, somehow reminding you of the steamy kiss the two of you had shared. And for a moment where there had been tension and animosity between you two, it had been momentarily forgotten.

As he works, you can't help but watch him, studying the lines of his face, the set of his jaw. He can feel your gaze and as he briefly looks down to see how you were coping, his lips almost part in awe. You were beautiful. Suddenly timid and shy, but beautiful.

"There," he says, snapping you both out of your reveries, "all better." He hands you back your mask, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips.

“Thank you.” You say softly, and he almost melts at your voice which was no longer hidden behind a modulator. He had heard it before but he had forgotten how lovely it was.

“You’re welcome,” he sits back and starts packing things away but he is watching you from the corner of his eyes. There’s conflict in your eyes and he isn’t surprised when you start talking.

“I’m sorry about all those months ago.” you whisper, reflecting back on the memory. "What I did was wrong."

Echo nods, understanding that you're referring to more than just the act of cuffing him. "You had to keep me from coming after you and the necklace. I can't blame you for that."

"No, I mean...the kiss," you clarify, your voice a little unsteady. "It was impulsive and foolish. I lied when I said I saw it in holomovies. The truth is, I don't have the time to watch such things."

Echo can sense the embarrassment in your voice, and he finds it charming. He can't help but wonder where the idea for the kiss came from, if not from movies. "So why did you kiss me, knowing it would distract the troopers?"

You offer a small shrug and a chuckle. "It was a common sense move. Public displays of affection can make people uncomfortable. Even if the troopers did shout for us to find a private room."

Echo watches you, feeling himself falling for you despite the obstacles between you. "And if I recall correctly," he says, his tone a little daring, "you said 'maybe we should'."

Your cheeks flush with a deeper shade of pink and you tilt your head back, letting a sweet smile dance on your lips. "Well, it was a really nice kiss so maybe, I meant it." you admit, trying to keep your composure.

Echo's eyes widen in surprise at your confession, and he feels a flutter in his chest. "Really?" he asks, his voice catching in his throat.

"Really, really," you say, inching closer to him, your hand resting on his knee. It was a bold move on your part but if you had read his mood towards you correctly then…

Echo panics, thinking that your hand may have felt his prosthetic limb, but you don't seem to mind. "I have prostheses," he says quickly, bracing himself for a reaction.

But you simply smile softly, your hand remaining on his knee. "I don't mind, Echo," you say reassuringly.

His heart races, caught up in the moment, in the look in your eyes, and the touch of your hand on his metal knee cap. "What's your name?" he asks carefully, despite having asked before when you first met.

This time however, you answer, and he repeats it softly, a warm smile spreading across his face. "It's a beautiful name, for a beautiful lady."

You feel your head spinning, completely taken aback by his words. It had been a long time since you told anyone your name, liking to keep an obvious low profile but there was something about Echo that you trusted. Also, you have never thought of yourself as beautiful, but to Echo, you are. "N-no, I'm not," you stammer, feeling shy, but Echo takes hold of your hand and holds it tightly.

"Yes, you are. You are to me," he says, looking deep into your eyes.

"Echo," you gasp, completely overwhelmed by the rush of emotions and thoughts coursing through you.

"Yes?" he asks, sensing that there's something you want to say.

You hesitate for a moment, your mind flooded with thoughts of the mission, of him, of the past, of your vulnerability, and of everything else. But at that moment, all you can think about are his lips. "Can we kiss again?" you ask, looking up at him through lowered lashes.

He lets out a shaky exhale, overwhelmed by your request. Without a moment's hesitation however, he pulls you close to him, his arms wrapping securely around your waist while being mindful of your injured ankle. He’s leaning in, both of your senses clouded when….

Beep!

You pull back, startled a little at the interruption as Echo lets out an aggravated sigh as he answers the call, giving you an apologetic look.

“Echo, where are you?” Hunter is the one talking.

“We’ve had to find a way around and-.” He stops himself from saying your name, respecting you enough to not say anything if you don’t want him to, “Phee’s friend has hurt her ankle so we’re taking our time.”

When the comm ended, he gives you a sheepish look and you give him a shy one back. “We should keep going.” You mumble, gingerly standing up, Echo being quick to join you and slinging your arm over his shoulder for support. You’re both disappointed that you got interrupted but it wasn’t the ideal moment to start kissing in a dark cave with a strange creature lurking about anyway. Perhaps a better time will come later.

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“I can’t catch a break today.”

You stood in front of your ship, well, what remained of your ship. A huge pile of ash.

After the carnage that ensued inside the mountain which actually turned out to be a large walking killing machine, your ship just so happened to be in its line of fire. So with a gash on your head, sprained ankle, nearly getting killed again by the creature that almost flung you out the window, an incinerated ship AND no treasure… it hasn’t been your finest hour.

“Ah, sorry doll.” Phee pats your shoulder, staring at your hood and mask you had out back on before joining the others. “I’m sure these guys will give you a lift?”

You look at Echo and despite not being able to see your features, he knew you had some of the prettiest pleading eyes. “Of course.” Hunter speaks up.

“Appreciate it.” You nod to him and then follow after Omega as she bounds up the ship's steps, all the while you lean against Phee as you walk.

Once touched down back on Ord Mantell, you quietly sat by yourself at the bar to Cid’s face tucked down in your datapad.

You're soon joined by a presence, not surprised that it was Echo. He sat with his back to the bar, giving you company but also listening to Phee telling a story about another grand adventure.

“Typical.” You mumble yet an amused smirk plays on your face.

“What is?”

“Phee. I hope you’re aware that the stories she tells are.-“

“A lie?”

“No.” You shake your head, giving him an amused chuckle. “Mine.”

His eyes widen a little. “Yours?”

“Yep.” You sigh, popping the ‘p’. “I one upped her a while ago and in return because I felt bad, she wanted some stories of mine to tell. Little did I know she would spin it about her. But if it makes her happy…”

Echo is both amused yet shocked at how chill you were about someone taking credit for your seemingly amazing adventures. “Sounds like you’ve had a fun life as a Pirate.”

You roll your eyes at the word although Echo couldn’t see it. “I guess, but there’s one story I like to keep to myself.” You say, a little obvious that it was clearly about him.

“Oh really?” He asks with a smirk that makes you melt inside.

“Yeah.” You breathe softly, trying not to get carried away by being sucked into his alluring eyes so you swiftly change the topic. “I rented out a room a few blocks from here. Will be staying a few days whilst I figure out what ship to buy.”

Echo is delighted to hear that you’ll be staying around. But, he felt bad about your predicament. “Sorry about your ship.”

“Thanks but nobody would have guessed finding treasure meant unleashing a killing machine.” You say playfully despite the latter. “I best get going before it gets too late.”

Suddenly, the thought of what was said earlier played in his mind. You wanted to kiss him… you maybe wanted to get a room with him… would he be stupid to not act upon this now?

As you stood up, Echo rose to his feet, a little too eagerly. He tried to play it cool, but he couldn't hide his eagerness. "A-are you sure you can make it to your destination with that injured ankle?"

You turned to face him with a soft laugh. "Do you want to accompany me?” You took a step closer, your heart fluttering as Echo remained steadfast, not backing away.

"I could carry you,” he said with a level tone, this time stepping forward and tilting his head to get a better look at your reaction behind your mask. Despite the disguise, Echo knew what you wanted, and deep down, you knew it too.

Glancing around, you saw that his friends were deeply engrossed in their own conversation. You inched closer, pressing a button on your mask that made your voice modulator drop, as you whisper, "you could carry me straight to the bedroom, if you really wanted."

Echo's body trembled with desire, his fingers itching to touch you, but he resisted.

Until he couldn’t.

He took a deep breath and said, "Come here," as he swept you into his arms and carried you out of the parlor, down the blocks and up to the room you had rented, unnoticed by the others.

You let out a gasp of surprise, clutching his shoulders to stay steady as he strode confidently towards the room. A warm flush spread through your body. "Eager?" you teased. But when he stopped outside the door, he looked at you with a serious expression.

"Do... do you want me come to in with you?" he stammered, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"Yes, I absolutely do," you replied, your eyes shining with anticipation.

You swiped the door open with the code you received and once in, your hands pulls at your mask and hood, tossing them carelessly to the ground.

Echo is amazed by your move, almost smitten that you were so comfortable with showing your face around him once alone. “Where should I…?” He held his breath, scanning the room as he gestured where to place you until you replied with the bedroom.

His heart begins to thump but wasted no time in taking you to the desired location, the tension of desire thick in the air.

Though, he doesn’t just sit you down on the bed.. instead he sits first, pulling you into his lap. You’re both staring at one another, eyes searching one another. For someone so cocky usually, you were unusually quiet but expressed a bashful yet flirty expression.

"Thanks for carrying me here," you say, your voice tinged with seductive undertones as you gaze into Echo's eyes. "But don't tell me you're just going to sit here and stare at me like a statue?" Your eyes twinkle with a mischievous glint, your lips curling into a sly smirk.

Echo's heart races as he feels the tension of desire growing thicker between the two of you. Despite his usually moody demeanor, he just can't help but feel infatuated with your bold and mysterious persona.

"Why settle for just staring,” he starts, eyes blown with lust as he lowered his head to you, “when we can do so much more?" Echo says, his voice low and husky. He pulls you closer, your bodies pressed intimately against one another. You feel his breath on your skin, the heat of his body warming yours.

"I couldn't agree more," you whisper, a blush rising to your cheeks.

Then, he presses his lips to yours, with a tender yet urgent passion.

You had longed for this moment, to feel his lips against yours again, and as he whispers your name, it ignites a fiery heat deep within you. "Echo," you murmur back, as you tilt your head, allowing him better access. His hand rises to cup your cheek, his touch electric and sending shivers down your spine.

He moans softly into your mouth, his voice deep and intoxicating, as you savor the taste of his breath. The embrace of his arm around you tightens, and you both consider deepening the kiss, but then he backs away, fearing he may overstep. But you have other ideas.

You pull back, gazing into his eyes with a seductive expression, and then teasingly lick his lips, slow and alluring.

“I feel like that makes up for last time, doesn’t it?” You purr against him, fully remembering when he had tried to slip his tongue into your mouth in a moment of passion.

"Maker," he exhales, his body shaking with pleasure. He reclaims your lips, his initial doubts now a distant memory as he begins to explore your mouth, first licking at your lips, and then finally slipping inside to taste your tongue.

Wet, dominating and strong muscles dancing in a fiery passion, your hands grip hard onto his shoulders as you rut just a little against him as your tongues explored one another. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” You admitted, pulling away breathless and severely turned on.

His heart blooms at your confession, any worry of you finding it weird that he thought about you a lot fleeing from his mind. “Me too.” He groans at the feeling of your subtle grinding against his lap, trying not to get too worked up. After all, the two of you were in a cave and should've met up with the others ages ago.

“I can’t get enough of you.” He mutters as he flips you onto your back, carefully hovering over you and encasing you against his body and the bed.

You lean up and kiss his lips once more, sighing into him as he begins to trace his lips down to your jaw and then your neck.

The noises that came from the room were filth. Lots of moaning, cursing and loving.

You’re both entangled in the sheets, never getting enough of one another, both of you seeming to refuse to let each other not miss out on any affection. It isn’t long until your clothes are flung from your body, Echo shedding his armour and clothes too.

“Maker, I have never felt like this before.” He groans against your neck, sucking on a sweet spot, “I can’t stop kissing you.” He pants, whining just a touch as your hips grind up to meet his.

“Then don’t stop,” you whimper, fingers clawing at his back whilst yours arches in pleasure, “please don’t stop.”

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[witch-sweets]

Big W.I.P dump cuz I haven't been very active

sooo a while ago I wrote a fic based on some cool art I saw of Hat Kid using the Dwellers Mask on Snatcher and seeing The Prince I was planning on making chapter 2 be a hurt/comfort fic but i kinda forgot about it- (will continue writing when I want to)

An angsty fic for my friend @how-to-humaning-401's au where MJ discovers what his dearest brother has been doing to intruders for the past 1000's of years (will continue writing when I'm thinking about MJ angst)

BIG angsty as hell multi-chapter Snatcher origin story fic (will continue writing randomly)

Funne fic concept about Snatcher and The Shapeshifter

HEAVY W.I.P. ahit Magical Girl AU

??? @haunted-scrapyard

And uhhhhhh ye I swear I have a ton of cool stuff planned I'm just a bit tired rn and school is hard soooooo

Please be patient I will do more art soon-

[sonicasura]

In a Transformerd RID2015 X FNAF Movie Crossover, what if Denny was somehow able to buy the animatronics from Freddy Fazbars Pizzaria?

Ether because Afton wasn't able to pay to continue paying to keep the property in his name i.e health problems,bad investments, jail, you know stuff he probably had coming.

Leaving Denny to buy Freddy and the others from an estate sale or from Larry LaRue who got them from less then savory means and who used them to leverage Denny into trading for stuff inside the scrapyard.

Denny was a big fan of Freddy Fazabares Pizzaria growing up and having the actual animatronics felt like a dream come true. Despite the dark past behind the restaurant and the mystery of the missing children he still held fond memories of the restaurant.

But when Denny brings the animatronics into the Scrapyard, he, Russel, and the other bits began noticing strange things happening.

The security tapes seemingly catching shadows of animatronics moving or disappearing in different areas, or the animatronics bring spotted in different places like someone moved them, and what's worse are the peculiar dreams that some of the team are having....about children and an omnious pizzaria.

Fixit, Slipstream, Jetstorm, and Russrl are the most concerned given that it feels like the animatronics are paying special attention to them.

With things getting even more creepy when a "Steve Raglan", who claims to be the former owner of the animatronics, keeps trying to buy them back. His instance growing more aggressive with each visit.

And a female officer who hangs around the outside of the scrapyard and who gives Denny some cryptic messages.

Denny would absolutely do this either way. It probably isn't the first item in the scrapyard with sketchy history although this one is haunted to high hell. The only reason the bots haven't pointed out the strange smell is most aren't familiar with the scent of rotting flesh. Bumblebee has as he been on Earth for years but the suits are deep cleaned enough for him not to pinpoint it.

The animatronics are more curious about this predicament. All of them know the bots aren't like them nor their human companions have a hand in their creation. The tether to William Afton also isn't that strong since the pizzeria is their deathned. A place of death holds more power than the killer.

Thus the kids feel like playing pranks and being ominous little shits. Any dreams are unintentional as the person in question just resonates too much with a certain animatronic. Chica for Grimlock, Sideswipe with Foxy, Bonnie involving Strongarm, Freddy alongside Jetstorm, Golden Freddy and Slipstream. Also those four are perfect 'playmate size' than similar temperament.

Denny's refusal would genuinely evolve from 'No' to 'Something shady is going on' considering how desperate the man is. Vanessa's appearance is also enough to have Russel suggest doing some research about the animatronics and Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. The rabbit hole they jumped into is drenched in blood.