#bout robots in the woods

[k9kid]

If I had a nickle for everytime I read a book about a robot in the wilderness, I'd have two nickles, which isn't a lot but its weird it happened twice.

[a-leg-without-fear]

I'm Not Good Enough🌧️

this movie was fucking ADORABLE i love it so much

Ship: Charlie Denton x gn!Reader

Rating: 13+

Wordcount: 994

Warnings: angst, alcohol, self-doubt, anxiety

Series: Leg's Tuna Tober

Chilled beer flowed past your lips as you drank from the green bottle. The fizz tickled at the back of your nose, bitter and biting, before gliding down your throat. Condensation clung to the glass and wetted your palms.

The digital clock on the end table to your left read "10:23pm," almost half an hour since Max had gone to bed. He would undoubtedly still be awake. That little trouble maker was always working on Atom, reading a booklet on robot boxing, or sketching away at his next big project. His mind never seemed to stop swirling inside his 10-year-old head.

You supposed he got that whirlwind of a brain from his father. Charlie was always two steps away from a nervous breakdown. Anxiety riddled his tired mind on an hourly basis. He'd constantly look to you for reassurance, whether it was about his parenting, his career, or simply how he treated you as a partner.

He sat to your right on the brown leather couch. Twin bottle of beer to your own clutched in his hand, body practically melted into the sofa, head resting back on the cushions with his eyes firmly shut. Wrinkles cracked his tanned skin in the corners of his eyes and the space between his furrowed brows.

"Doing okay?" you asked as quietly as you could, scared to break the uneasy silence that had settled ever since Max was sent to bed. The air in the cluttered living room was heavy with an unidentifiable unease.

Charlie shrugged as his hazel eyes fell open, "Usual bullshit. Don't worry 'bout me."

You sighed as you set your beer on the end table. An array of rings were stained into the light wood from countless nights spent drinking on the couch. Leather creaked under the weight of you shifting to face Charlie.

"I'm always worried about you, hon. What's going on?" you insisted with a gentle prod against his shoulder. He grunted at the poke, lazily swatting your hand away.

"Don't wanna bother you. Forget it," he muttered. Further worry lines creased along his face as he took a long drag from his beer bottle. His Adam's apple bobbed with each thick swallow.

A sigh blew from your pursed lips in a thin stream. Dating someone as anxiety-ridden as Charlie had its challenges. You tried your best to navigate through the raging tempest inside his mind, course-correcting his lost ship along the choppy waves, keeping him from sinking to the ocean floor.

Some days were easier than others. That metric ton of stress that weighed on his mind seemed to lighten, his smile wider, more energy spilling from his bright, hazel eyes. He'd be more willing to practice with Atom on the robot's boxing combinations or to guide Max through verbal commands.

Today was not one of those days.

"How about you tell me the first thought that pops in your head and we leave it at that?" you offered with a kind smile. Seeing your partner like this drove a grief-lined spear through your heart every time. Forced to watch as this extraordinary man folded in on himself, reduced to barely half of his size, as he wallowed in his racing heart and clouded brain.

Charlie considered your proposition for a few moments. He tilted his head back and forth, stretching the tense muscles lining his broad neck.

"Alright," he finally said. You sat up straighter amongst the couch cushions. Focus fully fixed on the man beside you, chin resting in your palm and eyes passing between each of his. He sighed, clearly uncomfortable with your undivided attention, then mumbled, "I feel like I'm not good enough. For Max... And for you."

You kept your expression neutral as his words slammed into your stomach like a sack of bricks. Swallowing the lump that'd gathered in your throat, you said, "What makes you think that?"

"I'm always like this. Always caught up in my own head, not giving both of you the attention that you need. That you deserve," Charlie nearly rambled, voice barely above a whisper. The words tumbled from him like stones dipped in sorrow.

"Both Max and I know that you have your quirks," you began in a joking manner, attempting to lighten the dreary mood, "No one's perfect, Charlie. No one expects you to be at 110% every single day. You're not one of our robots, you're a human. And a great father, at that. I see the way Max looks at you. That kid loves you so damn much. He's a smart kid, he understands what you're going through. Guess what? Doesn't make him love you any less."

The brief speech seemed to settle on Charlie's shoulders like thick snow. His breath shuddered, lower lip quivering, as he screwed his eyes shut, "Do you mean that?"

"Of course I do, hon. We both love you," you said softly while running a hand through his buzzed hair. The short strands tickled at the skin between your fingers.

He threw you off kilter as large arms enveloped you in a tight embrace. His pointed nose buried in your hair, beer long forgotten on the floor, arms squeezing you so tight you couldn't even dream of escaping. Not that you wanted to.

You were quick to return the hug, hands locking behind Charlie's back. Gentle hums leaked from your closed lips as you rested your chin on his shoulder. A little off-key, not quite matching the song you and Charlie had claimed as your own, but it comforted him nonetheless. He settled in your arms like a deflated balloon.

Anxiety is not an easy thing to deal with. It wracks one's mind with endless worry and near-paranoia at times. Makes one's heart race, their skin itching like it's on fire, stomach tying itself in knots. One day you'd get Charlie to see a therapist. Until then, you'd continue plotting his course through the hurricane and into your open arms.

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Follow up to this which was inspired by the Kiramman banners because obviously I started thinking about what other angsty object inspired things I could come up with.

Vi's necklace. The answer is Vi's necklace that she wore on the bridge in S1 and we only see on Powder in the AU in s2.

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The door closes softly and Vi cranes her neck to watch Caitlyn come in. 

She looks awful.

Immediately Vi recoils at the thought. Whether it’s true or not doesn’t matter. It’s the way Caitlyn thinks about herself and Vi purposefully tries to keep the thought out of her head. Tired, exhausted, broken-down. Those fit better as Caitlyn rests her head against the door for a brief moment. That’s all she will allow herself most days. A brief press of her forehead to the wood, a single sharp breath, then she straightens up and looks for Vi. It’s such a nauseatingly robotic routine it makes Vi wonder how many years she’s been doing it for. Not the ‘looking for Vi’ part, she’s got a date on that. But the momentary respite before straitening up, Vi wonders how long that has been going on. At first Vi chalked her skittishness in the room up to her sister, but as time has gone on she’s starting to think some part of Caitlyn has never been able to relax outside of the four posters of her bed. Their eyes lock and emotion bubbles across Caitlyn’s face. 

It’s a practiced lie. 

Vi wonders how they have become so obvious. Maybe she just wasn’t ready to see them before. It’s a hard thought to stomach, but she’s grateful she can see them now. Caitlyn approaches the bed but then decides to walk around it to stand on the side. She even denies herself that comfort, though Vi knows damn well she loves laying on the bed with her. The weariness seems worse than usual. She’s torn between asking for more information and just letting Caitlyn rest without having to relieve anything, but Caitlyn makes the decision for her. She offers only a quick smile in greeting and slips off her eye patch and earrings before retreating to the bathroom. Vi hears the shower rushing. It’s been a long day, she knows Caitlyn is fading even if she’s holding it together. Vi pushes herself up nudges the bathroom door open a little, just enough so Caitlyn can hear her humming. Every so often she hears the water change as Caitlyn steps out to check. Like Jinx is going to materialize and kidnap her again. Vi misses her sister so much, most days it feels like she would cut her arm off to see her again. 

But she would never let her into this room. 

It’s weird to hold the two thoughts in the same place. I miss you, but I’m angry. I’d do anything to see you, but I’m scared of what I’d say. I love you, but I’ll protect her. A lot of the time it’s a knot she doesn’t know how to untangle. How do you know someone loved you enough to let you go but didn't think you would be broken by their actions? When she got to a point where the truth settled, the betrayal she felt was crippling. Even the poisonous voice that whispered she had left Jinx was silent for once. The thought still makes her nauseous if she thinks about it too long. Her reaction is still visceral. So she focuses instead on the humming until the shower turns off. The next step is her getting up and doing whatever she can to move about the room. Caitlyn cannot bear to come out to see her sitting there humming, even though they both know she would do it for hours. Then there’s questions of soreness, does she need tea for her throat—things Vi doesn’t want Caitlyn to think about. Not when she should be doing anything else. She can’t begrudge Caitlyn’s occasional bout of nervous energy right after a shower, but she doesn’t want to be in its path. 

Caitlyn finally emerges in her pajamas and bathrobe and smiles at Vi. This time with a hint of exhaustion. 

“Hey,” Vi says, “wanna talk about it?”

“No,” Caitlyn says and sighs gratefully when Vi nods, “thank you.”

“Come on,” Vi says, ignoring the thanks. Like Caitlyn has to thank her for not interrogating something she doesn’t want to talk about. She tugs Caitlyn over to the bed, “sit.”

Caitlyn has been on eggshells all week and Vi can’t blame her. Even though she thought they were good, the conversation about how much Caitlyn helped her during their time apart is still weighing on her. She won’t say that’s what it is, but she doesn’t have to. The number of check ins and offered explanations about literally everything are starting to drive Vi crazy. She can tell Caitlyn feels like she kept some devastating secret. Like she betrayed Vi again. And Vi has no idea how to make her see how incredibly dumb that is. Caitlyn one of the smartest people Vi has ever met, but sometimes she gets wed to an idea and no matter how wrong it is, changing her mind becomes a herculean task. One Vi hasn’t quite figured out yet. ‘I betrayed you’ isn’t as bad as ‘I’m going to hunt down your sister’ but the desperate, exhausted look on Caitlyn’s face is eerily similar. 

It’s not a look Vi ever wanted to see when Caitlyn thought of her. 

Still, Caitlyn lets her steer her to the bed and sits when Vi nudges her to her side. She’s always home earlier these days and she likes to lay on Caitlyn’s side of the bed. At first because it smelled like her, but then she learned Caitlyn that too. And the only thing she seemed to like better was when her side of the bed smelled like Vi and was warm. It’s a stupidly simple task, one that literally only requires Vi to lay there, but it makes Caitlyn lay down a bit easier. Helps her relax a bit. So Vi always tries to time it so she’s made sure her side of the bed is warm. She doesn’t know why it makes her feel equally warm when Caitlyn lays back and lets the false emotions fall away, but it does. Every single time. 

“Hang on, I gotta brush my teeth,” Vi says, fighting the urge to smile as Caitlyn’s lips come close to pouting, “one sec.”

“It should take longer than that,” Caitlyn says with a half yawn, turning to the side, “but not too long.”

Vi brushes her shoulder and makes her way to the bathroom. It’s a little adorable how it now slips out more freely how worried Caitlyn is about her ability to take care of herself. Like a cork has been pulled from a bottle. She has no idea how it took her so long to put together that Caitlyn had been looking out for her when she was in the Pits. The suspicion had been growing. It was kind of hard for it not to when she started recognizing things as soon as she started paying attention. She had been drunk a lot, but not the kind of drunk where you didn’t recognize familiar items. Weirdly it had started with her first period after the war. Caitlyn kept stuff in the cabinet above the toilet and when Vi had dug around, she realized the boxes were slightly different. The label had changed and weirdly she recognized the newer version. No-one threw out new products like that. Then there had been the chocolate bars. The way Caitlyn sometimes folded her napkin and tucked it into the cup when they went out for coffee. Really the antiseptic bottle had been the last straw. And it had still taken her a few days to work up the courage to voice the question. She wasn’t sure she was ready for the answer. 

Caitlyn cared. 

Simple as that.

Vi cleans her teeth with the familiar toothpaste and listens as Caitlyn shifts her weight and rolls onto her side. Vi listens as the sounds go quiet and spits into the sink. She cleans her mouth out quickly and just catches the sound of Caitlyn’s hand moving from underneath the pillow. She hears her sitting up and turning the box over in her hands. It’s one of hers, but it had been empty. Vi turns the water off and steps out of the bathroom. Caitlyn is sitting up in bed looking at the small velvet box with a curious expression. Her gaze lifts to Vi who folds her arms and dips her head towards it. Instead of softening, Caitlyn’s frown deepens. Vi can imagine her running down a list of things that could be in the box. She imagines her feelings of guilt that Vi got her anything and then annoyance that she felt guilty. It’s a loop Caitlyn seems endlessly caught in. Her eye darts from Vi to the box one final time. Vi watches her face fall momentarily before she holds the box in one hand and lifts the top with the other. 

The shock on her face shuts the spiral down. 

She goes pale with surprise as she looks at the contents. Her throat works and Vi watches her remaining eye fill. Vi has no illusions she’s out of that guilty spiral. But even she can’t think of a way to refuse this. Her fingers tighten around the box as her other hand comes to support it. Vi can see the white knuckled grip she has on the velvet. Even though the real treasure is what’s inside, she refuses to touch it. Vi hovers between giving her space or going over, but her feet are already caring her over. By the time she makes it to the bed Caitlyn’s brought her legs up and her knees are under her hands. All four limbs supporting one silly little box. All because she knows how precious the thing inside it is. When Vi sits, her tear filled gaze locks onto hers. 

“I can’t accept this,” she whispers. 

“Well it’s yours,” Vi says, “you can do whatever you want.”

“No,” Caitlyn shakes her head and quickly swipes at her cheeks before both hands go back to the box, “Vi, I can’t—“ she looks down and her eye presses shut, “if this is because of what I did—“

“Kind of,” she cuts in, just to see if Caitlyn will look annoyed but she gets no such look, “but not in the way you think.” 

She barely has to touch inside the box for half the thing to spill out, even though it was the biggest one she could find. 

But all of Caitlyn’s jewelry is on dainty little chains.

Her necklace is leather. 

The leather is freshly conditioned and is almost as brown as the wood of the dressing screen. She polished the beaten metal and shined the glass. It manages to catch the light of the fire as she slides the metal caps and makes the loop long. Caitlyn watches each motion as her toes curl under the sheets. One of her hands curls in it too and Vi vaguely wonders if she’s going to try and nudge her off the bed. But Vi just dangles the long loop from her fingertips and holds the necklace between them. 

“My mom gave this to me when I was a kid,” she says, “she had one too, I wanted one so badly—“ she smiles at the memory of the pure excitement, “before Silco this was the Eye of Zaun,” she explains, “it’s supposed to protect you from other’s evil intentions.”

Caitlyn listens and Vi sees her gaze going from her to the necklace and back again as it twists in the light. 

“I didn’t wear it after she died because it became his symbol. And because I had my Dad,” she continues, “but it was always in my pocket, you know? Just in case.”

“Yes,” Caitlyn says wetly, “I know.”

“Course you do,” Vi says. 

Caitlyn had been furious when she handed Vi new clothes. Furious to the point where it would have been funny if Vi hadn’t been so relieved to see her. After all, she had said she was going to get Vi’s things and vanished for a long time. Vi had been half sure she had changed her mind until she had appeared with clothes Vi had never seen before. They had been irrelevant, Vi would have walked out in her prison jumpsuit—hell she would have walked out naked if it got her out of the cell. When they left Caitlyn had given the Warden a look so venomous it had made even Vi swallow nervously. It was so venomous the Warden didn’t even think to smile at the fear on her face and that usually brought him endless amounts of delight. When she went to shove her hands into her pockets, her fingers hand connected with the necklace. Her only indication it was tied to the source of tension was when the Warden coughed and Caitlyn whipped her head around so fast and with such a look that he actually sunk down a bit in his chair and mumbled something that sounded like an apology. 

Caitlyn got her necklace back though. 

“My mom said it would ward off evil,” she repeats, “when I was a kid I thought that meant it would protect you from it,” she says, giving the leather a twist that makes the Eye rotate, “but I don’t think that’s what she was saying. It wards it off, but you need other people to protect you. And you protect them.”

She smiles at Caitlyn before she also starts crying. 

“You protected me,” she continues, “even though I hurt you, even though you were mad at me, you still did it. I know you don’t think that’s a big deal but it is. It is to me,” she says, “I want you to have this so you remember you’re not alone. Even though I know you feel that way. You’re not.”

The tears break free but this time Caitlyn doesn’t wipe them away. 

“Dirt under your nails,” Vi reminds her, futilely trying to keep them above the emotions. Caitlyn looks at her, “want me to say my arm’s getting tired?” She offers. 

“No,” Caitlyn half sobs, “that’s not necessary.”

She leans forward and Vi realizes she’s giving her permission. Vi slips the leather over the back of her neck and pulls her hair free. She slides the clasps so the Eye rests just below the hollow of Caitlyn's throat. Her fingers brush the metal and Caitlyn’s hand comes up to touch it as well. Even though it’s nothing like the jewelry Vi has seen her wear, for some reason it immediately looks like it belongs there. Like it was always meant to find it’s way to her neck. Ever since she walked into that prison and brought Vi back to life. Their fingers find each others and slot together as Caitlyn leans forward and presses their foreheads together. Even amidst the anger some part of her had been desperate to do it in Ambessa’s tent. Prevented only by handcuffs and a thousand other reasons. The second she got Caitlyn away, the second Caitlyn came into another cell and brought Vi back to life again, all Vi wanted to do was be close. To know she was never going to have cuffs or bars keep her from touching Caitlyn again. 

Caitlyn makes a sound she tries to muffle and Vi can tell it’s not a good one. Caitlyn clamps her lips together but Vi isn’t fooled. She doesn’t give a shit if the necklace makes her cry. She actually kind of prefers it. Crying means Caitlyn feels safe enough to do it. Safe and not judged, which is what Vi wants. She trades the press of their foreheads to pull Caitlyn into her shoulder and wrap her arms around her, slipping one hand underneath the collar of her pajama shirt. This time only one of Caitlyn’s arms comes up around her back, but that’s okay. Vi can feel the other between them wrapped tightly around the Eye. 

Later in the glow of the fire, Caitlyn twists the Eye around with her fingers, her eyes staring upwards as her head rests on Vi’s chest.

“I think she’s going to give up the Seat,” she whispers to Vi, “she said this was futile—“ Vi raises her eyebrows, “wasting her time,” Caitlyn sighs, “wasting her fucking time with my Piltie bullshit.”

Vi strokes through her hair as Caitlyn continues. 

“It was my mother’s Seat,” she continues, “I wanted it to be used for good.”

Vi nods but Caitlyn can read through her silence and glances up at her, dislodging Vi’s hand. Vi catches her gaze and looks towards the Eye and sighs. 

“Cait that seat should be yours,” she says. 

Caitlyn’s eye widens as she looks up at Vi. 

“What?”

“You shouldn’t have given it up,” she says again, with a bit more confidence. Caitlyn is still staring at her, “Cait no-one can do more good with that seat than you."

Caitlyn looks down but she doesn’t immediately object to what Vi has said. It might be the first compliment that she’s tentatively accepted without it nearly becoming a fight between them. That alone makes hope start to burn in Vi’s chest. Caitlyn keeps fiddling with the necklace as she considers. She doesn’t say yes or no, but she does nudge closer against Vi’s chest to find a slightly more comfortable spot. And when she does finally drift off, her fingers remain around the necklace for a while before curling into Vi’s tank. While the feel of Caitlyn’s steady breathing usually lulls Vi into sleep, tonight she lingers in the haze of something close to pride. It’s been nice to just have this time to not fight for every breath. But there’s been a growing thought in the back of her head if she can still help. What helping looks like. What it feels like. 

It feels kind of like coming home. 

And for the first time, it doesn’t feel like she's doing it alone. 

[skeletboi]

Super short update because my life is a mess.

But here is part 24 of the Intridimensional Au!

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“Impressive as ever.” Ford said as he looked at the robot arm on the work bench.

“Thanks, Stanford.” Fiddleford replied quietly.

Ford watched Fiddleford place his good hand over the arm then glanced up at Fiddleford's face and frowned.

“Something wrong?” he asked.

“Lots a’ things are, I reckon.” Fiddleford said with a humorless huff of laughter. “Ya know when I went back home fer Christmas and fergot ta get Emma-May a present?”

“I recall, yes.” Ford responded, his frown deepening.

“She was already purdy darn mad at me before that. I wore baggy sweaters ta try and hide the metal cast on my arm so she wouldn't go worryin’ ‘bout it, but Tate ain't dumb and heard the hum of the components. He asked me about it, ‘cuz he's at that age where they ask a million questions, and I told him it was a metal cast. ‘Course he's an imaginative kid so he immediately started calling it a robit arm. He ran ta Emma-May ta tell her, and I thought she was ‘bout to murder me on the spot.” Fiddleford paused and picked up the arm. “He'd love this, but Emma-May would hate it.”

“I love it, if that makes you feel any better.” Ford said, placing a hand on Fiddleford's back.

“It does.” Fiddleford said with another quiet laugh. “But I can't stop thinkin’ about that. Emma-May knew how I felt ‘bout you in college, and we got in a purdy big fight ‘bout it before I came ta Gravity Falls. I love Emma-May, but our parents both loved the idea of us bein’ together more than we did. I think maybe we were more like best friends than spouses, but I promised her I'd be back ‘cause, above all else, we jus’ wanted Tate ta have a normal childhood.” Fiddleford set the arm back down and choked on a laugh that sounded suspiciously more like a sob. “‘Spose I'll jus’ hafta live with the fact that he won't. I don’ know if he'll ‘member me at all.”

“Fidds…” Ford said softly, unsure of what else to say with his own guilt and regret tearing at his chest.

“If I knew it was gonna turn out this way I prolly woulda jus’ said screw it and kissed ya as soon as ya opened the door to yer damn creepy cabin in the woods.”

Ford cracked a smile at that, but Fiddleford still looked a thousand miles away as he stared down at the arm.

“You would have stopped me.” Ford said after a moment.

Fiddleford glanced over at him in question.

“You say you would have kissed me right then, but I know you, and, if you had known this was the outcome, you would have left.” Ford clarified.

“Maybe.” Fiddleford responded thoughtfully, “But maybe not. Maybe I’m too scared in every timeline.”

“Fuck that.” Stan said, coming up behind them and dropping the last box at their feet. ��I saw your face when Ford mentioned fighting back against Bill. That wasn't fear. That was determination.”

Fiddleford smiled sadly over his shoulder at Stanley.

“I thought you'd grow out of being so cheesy.” Ford deadpanned.

“Nope!” Stan replied with a smile. “But if you two are done being nauseating, we have some boxes to go through. I found a box of brown meat! It says it expires in 1993, but who the fuck knows what year it is in this dimension. My plan is to eat it now, ask questions later!”

“I believe you meant ‘die of food poisoning later’.” Ford noted.

“Or die of starvation! Might as well eat mystery food and die the fun way!” Stan laughed.

“Dysentery don't sound fun.” Fiddleford replied.

“Whatever, nerds.” Stan said, motioning to the boxes. “Just grab what you want so we can get on with life. I found a shot gun, too. You're welcome.”

Fiddleford laughed but did as he was told and put aside his arm project to start rummaging through the boxes.

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Sorry non-Fiddauthor fans. I needed Fiddauthor.

I originally wasn't going to write this bit in, but I wanted to give some context to the guilt they're both still feeling and the relationship between Emma-May and Fidds. Emma-May is bi in this universe, but prefers woman. Is that a cop-out to make myself feel better about how much Fidds hurt her? Yes, yes it is. But I am doing it anyway because I do what I fucking want.

I have another art piece nearly done, so I'll probably post it tomorrow. For now, enjoy. Or whatever.

[somefanficrecomendations]

Author Spotlight: CatSteppingOnAKeyboard!

Introducing. . . author spotlight! This post will be a roundup of my personal favorites written by this author, instead of a traditional roundup with fics by multiple authors.

Ambrosia and snake oil are sold by the same vendor The Penumbra Podcast, (multi), 180k, Humor, Action & Adventure “Twirl for me, Juno.” “I’ll do it if you close your eyes.” Nureyev takes his hand and makes Juno twirl. The rainbow skirts of a summer dress flare, a yellow cardigan snapping about him, his gold sandals flashing. The effect is of a rainbow octopus flashing its warning colors on the end of Nureyev’s arm. Nureyev catches Juno by the waist “You look splendid.” “I look like I run a mommy-blog.” “I think that’s the point, Juno.” Juno Steel is a lot of things. A happy home-maker ain't one of them, but hey, how hard can it be to play nice for a bit, especially if it means uncovering a source of the cure-mother? Except it's not that simple because nothing ever is in Juno's life. Suddenly he and his family are poised on the verge of an intergalactic conspiracy that pits Juno against old friends and enemies, while the fate of a dying species hangs in the balance. Also some furby nightmare fell out of the vents and Vespa won't let them put it back to the woods.

Ambrosia and snake oil was the best Penumbra fic I had ever read until I read The ballad of Jet Sikuliaq. The combination of action and humor, found family shenanigans, and wacky BAMF's is exactly what got me into The Penumbra Podcast, and it drew me into this fic all the same.

The ballad of Jet Sikuliaq  The Penumbra Podcast, (gen), 120k, Pre-Canon, Heists Before a certain lady detective ever met a certain nameless thief, before a certain mayor ever set a robot plague upon a certain Martian city, there were others being gay and doing crimes in space. Jet; a torn between the cool uncle he is on the inside and the ruthless, blood-thirsty, property-damaging intergalactic criminal with a wicked drug dependency he is on the outside. Buddy; the victim of his most recent bout of impulsive destruction. To compensate for what Jet has done to Buddy's reputation, Buddy recruits Jet for a singularly difficult task: either he kills her father, a notorious prison baron and jackass, or Buddy kills Jet and displays his remains over the counter of her bar next to the mechanical trout that sings 'Sweet Caroline'. Nothing goes as planned, least of all the beautiful friendship that blooms out of this unlikely allegiance.

I have a secret love for pre-canon fics and The Ballad doesn't disappoint. The ballad of Jet Sikuliaq is a quintessential heist fic with reluctant teammates, bizarre humor, and that ooey gooey found family goodness. This fic explores a brilliant depth of emotion with discussions of addiction, grief, and mental illness that are a halfway substitute for real therapy.

There are no wolves left in Ireland  Derry Girls x IT, (gen), 70k, The Power of Friendship, Biblical Horror Orla raises her hand higher. “I’ve been possessed.” Erin rolls her eyes. “No, she hasn’t, Sister Michael. Orla was iron deficient last year- she got a swimmy feeling in her head every time she stood up and she thought that was demons.” “It was demons.” says Orla, evenly. “Oh, and iron tablets made the demons go away, did they?” Her cousin shrugs and thumbs the side of her nose. “Well, I felt better after I took ‘em, didn’t I?” Another Derry, another time, same old Pennywise. Armed with friendship, faith, an encyclopedic knowledge of Catholic heresy and a pitchfork one of them got out of the garden shed, the Derry girls do battle with a clown who really should have known better than to try this shit in Northern Ireland.

This was the fic that got me into the source material. I actually read the first chapter of this fic and then put it down to watch the first episode of Derry Girls. Hilarious, horrifying, and heartwarming, this fic has it all! A definite must read, you only need the bare minimum of familiarity with Derry Girls and even less knowledge of IT to enjoy this fic.

[klcthebookworm]

WIP Wednesday

And Vash gets to visit Chicago!

The medcenter vanished and Vash found himself kneeling on a street paved with a hard black substance. He had never seen that before, not even in December City. He looked up as he stood. The buildings stretched higher than the tallest building he had ever seen, reaching for one sun in the blue sky. So Earth, as remembered by Chuck, probably. He closed his eyes and listened. The song Hannah had on repeated place drifted faintly through the entire scene, but sounds of fighting were louder. Vash opened his eyes and headed toward the fight.

The roads and buildings were laid out in a grid and there was no other vehicles or pedestrians impeding Vash’s progress. The taller buildings did have crumbling battle damage and there were craters in some of the side streets Vash passed. It didn’t take long before Vash saw a tan building bout three-stories tall with two massive doors that were rolled down to the pavement. Gray the Ninelives aimed his hands at the tall sign perched on top of the roof that named the place the Last Chance Garage. Bullets from his fingers shattered the sign that was mostly wood and canvas. then he closed up his fingers again and ripped a sign from the wall above the doors. It clattered on the black pavement in front of a broad male in a purple suit.

“Oh well done. Please destroy this proletariat repair pit, you engine of extermination. Last chance for the Last Chance.” He had a rolling laugh, but nothing humorous in it.

Vash looked down at the sign. It had a motorcycle in profile between two wings. Hannah and Chuck had said they lived in a garage.

The man in the purple suit noticed Vash. “What are you doing here?” he demanded and the worst body odor Vash had ever scented wafted from him.

“Public street,” Vash answered.

“You are well armed for a public street. Perhaps you’re looking for an opportunity to wreck havoc. I can make that happen for you. Lawrence Lactavius Limburger.”

“Oh.” Vash blinked. “Oh, I’ve heard of you. Vash the Stampede.”

Limburger’s face didn’t move quite right, but whatever material the swarthy skin was created from did shift close enough to show confusion. “You are a panicked rush of cattle?”

“No, but humans sure turn into a panicked rush around me.”

“Ah, yes. Humans are easy to fool and easy to control with panic.” Limburger looked back at the garage building with loathing tugging thick lips into a frown. “Well, most of them.”

“Not finding taking over the world as easy as you thought it would be, huh? Can’t wish you luck at it; I really don’t think you should do it.”

“Then why are you here in Chicago?”

“I’m looking for my bro.”

“Bro? Bro?” Limburger snarled. “You’re not one of those vile vermin from Mars and you certainly don’t dress like a biker!”

That was some impressive spittle coming out of Limburger. Vash shook his head. “No, I’m not from Mars. And neither is my fuzzy little bro. But I heard about how he gut checked you!”

“Ninelives!” Limburger shouted. The robot Gung-Ho Gun swiveled at his waist further than organics could to look at Limburger and Vash. “Squash him! This Vash the Stampede!”

[paranatellonta]

A New Bookcase for the Library (The Adventures of Mr Cube #11)

Whenever Mr Cube was volunteering at the local library, he imagined he was guarding a valuable treasure—because, in his opinion, he really was.

One of the regular staff was another, even smaller wooden robot of the name Sharpie, who’d involved Mr Cube in friendly conversations since his very first day. Learning that Mr Cube was full of dreams, Sharpie appointed him to present an idea for the library’s new bookcase.

Penny, the library’s carpenter and general handycrab, listened attentively to Mr Cube’s presentation and confirmed that xe could make everything just the way he had envisioned it. On certain points xe further improved the initial design, and it turned out xe would even add the decorative bunnies that Mr Cube had added to his picture in a bout of whimsy.

Penny was such a skilful craftscrab that xe left Mr Cube feeling a little flushed, floaty, as if his circuits would enjoy circling around Penny more often in the future.

But then the actual work started. Sharpie had seen it coming and donned a pair of goggles, but Mr Cube only realised that he wouldn’t be able to keep watching the bookcase’s manufacturing when wood chips were whizzing right by his face. His wooden face.

If Mr Cube couldn’t stomach being around Penny when xe was doing the work xe loved so much, how would he ever manage to get to know xem better?

—

[Image description: On the left of the photo, there’s a pencil sharpener encased in a small wooden robot with its mouth open and an antenna on its head. Next to it, a black card, lino printed with golden ink depicting a bookcase that holds, aside from books, a globe, a bear, some potted plants, some quartz crystals, and two rabbits, is upright against a stand that holds up a pair of golden goggles. To the right of that is Mr Cube, the wooden Cubebot, who’s holding up a white heart. In front of the card, a penknife in the shape of a crab, also with a wooden body, holds up its bottle opener arm in a wave.]

—

The black-and-gold card on the photo was made by the amazing @tanouska.

There are already 10 more Mr Cube adventures here on Paranatellonta! [Click here] to read the older ones.

[showfallsecuritydev]

[AUDIO RECORDING #007]

[K is wandering, Cybork at her side]

K: finally, all the people are out of the woods. 

[robotic barks]

K: Yes, I know I said I’d be a cryptid, but not yet. I’ll reveal myself after something goes down again. Keep the conspiracies going, ya know?

[A unknown voice suddenly speaks up from a distance behind K, the voice has an undertone of static]

???: Conspiracies are always fun! Also, cool dog.

[K jumps about a foot, with an undertone of mechanisms as her head swivels towards the noise]

K: What the fuc-who’s there?

[A sound of mechanical joints whirring as someone leans out from behind a tree]

???: Hello there! I’m Iris, and I’m assuming you’re not a Security Hetch finally put out here in the forest to help find escaped employees?

[A small sound of focus rings adjusting and more mechanisms]

K: Eh, I suppose I am that obvious. No, I’m not. Given that you don’t look like the Taskmanagers, I’m assuming you aren’t Hetch’s either.

Iris: It was the talking that gave it away, but ah, technically I am “Hetch’s”, but only in the sense that anything Showfall belongs to them. I am from another facility, do you know of Squig? She’s my boss!

K: …fair. And Squig…she’s the one who plays Squiggles, right?

[Iris claps her hands together, making a rather noisy clack]

Iris: Yup! I’m here on a job for her, speaking of which… have you seen any purple-haired cowards in the woods lately? About this tall, probably throwing a temper tantrum? Maybe you know her, she was a Security Engineer, name was Mai.

K: Well, I knew her, back when I had an actual job. I was a Security Developer, so we had some interaction, but not much. As for seeing her in the woods, no. I’ve seen plenty of people: some cops, Mechanic, Katherine, but no purple-haired cowards. Sorry ‘bout that.

[Iris lets out a long static-filled sigh]

Iris: Shame, a chase through the woods seemed fun, it’s been a while since I last got to do that.

[Small mechanical joints whirr as the metal panels making up Iris’ body shift]

Iris: But a Security Developer? Seems like the tables got a bit turned on you there.

[rotations as the camera refocuses]

K: Suppose so. Wonder if that’s how I kept my mind. Or whether they just failed at making me a true Security.

Iris: Hmm… well just by looking at you I can tell they were pretty obviously trying to go for someone who’d be able to track any problems into smaller spaces that their big ‘ole TV head guys can’t get into. [Iris’s face plates snap into place] Iris: So, probably a bit of column A, a bit of column B. Tried to leave you with enough intelligence you’d be able to sneak around, but that combined with whatever knowledge you already had… Well to put a long story short, is probably why you’re walking around in the forest with that cool dog.

K: Suppose you’re right. You certainly look like you have experience in matters of Securities. [sounds of robotic arm movements as K scratches Cybork on the head] K: And yeah, he is a pretty cool dog. Named him Cybork.

[Iris lets out a small gasp] Iris: Cybork? Oh, that is just the cutest little name! But yes, a good… oh hmm, can’t remember how long it’s been. At least over 20 years. A good 20+ years of experience is what you’re looking at!

K: I always forget that Showfall’s been around that long. But you certainly look the part. Much more sturdy than these wire noodle things. [mechanical noises as K gestures vaguely around]

Iris: It really helps when you get to design it all yourself, but honestly it is impressive just how much the Taskmangers can do here even without any sort of external protection of their wires. But speaking of time, unless you have anything else you’d like to chat about, I should probably get back to looking for that purple brat.

K: Go ahead, and have fun once you catch her. I’ll be watching.[various camera whirrings]

[END RECORDING]

[desertbled]

@ribbonup gets a goofy ass mailman

[ 𝟛 ] —- - It wasn't every day that Wolf drank on the job. Mixing business & pleasure wasn't something that he found interest in; always keeping the two separate. It was difficult not make an exception in Vegas, though. After all, the drop off point wasn't very far—it's not like much could happen in-between walking from the bar to his destination. It was rare for trouble to brew, with House's robots always keeping a watchful eye.

After a few rounds at the Tops, he was a bit unsteady as he strolled into Violet's dwelling, trying his best not to drop her package. After managing to set it on the counter, he rummaged through his rucksack, looking for the delivery slip.

〝Hey, sorry, 'bout that—〞Wolf hoped it wasn't too obvious how much he'd been drinking, opening his mouth. 〝Violet Baudelaire, right?〞

Once the piece of paper was procured, he slid it across the counter, along with a pen. Leaning on the wood was probably the only thing keeping him from stumbling around & making a fool of himself.

〝Just need your signature, & I'll be outta your hair, Darlin'.〞

[sunlitmcgee]

I'M FREEE I'M HOOOME and now that I'm done with robot Jesus wizard dilf man's weekly bout of nonsense, I can Finally give some proper Thoughts TM on this that aren't just WEEHJFUDJFBIREFNIUWFUIWEF while I went to hide in the store's restroom between my turns.

First of all! Holy fuuuuck, Rozu, you genus loci Tommy. You make him look so soft and huggable. The fucking halo around his head. The flowers in his hair. The Fuck!!! bark and vines on his arms when he's closer to the merging and only being there before he changes while he's not got any when he's young. Also the fact that you made him so, so fucking tiny but already such a source of Awe and Wonder for Tubbo. And the expressions Oh god they almost made me ugly sob at the Table. Tommy's little half smile. He's about to scoop Tubbo up and hug him and Tubbo's just going to go limp because God he is so Tired. He's so, so tired and he just doesn't know how to even Be around Tommy and holds his hand like he's just so Fragile when he is made of literal wood. and do not get me started on how tiny tiny tiny he is while he's kneeling Oh god oh god og Hod...he's having such a womanboy grief moment where he wants to punch the ground and rip up the grass But he can't it's tommy and he can't hurt tommy he can't be angry at Tommy but it just hurts so much and it just isn't Fair!!!!!! the world loves him and the wind holds his face and he'll be safe as anything when he finally falls asleep and lays there until he can bring himself to get back home......oh my heart....oh god...ohhhhh godddddd Rozuuuuuu I am Shakingggggg thank yooouu for the art. now i need to lay down for a minute because Holy Fuck fucking hell

~perishes~

Based off this post @sunlitmcgee

[tearyeye-private-i]

Big Bad John! Backstage, the Moon Shadow Saloon, Atlanta, Georgia. Oct 19, 1982.

📷 Rick Diamond.

12 Days of Christmas (8/12)

WARNING! GRAPHIC STORY!! (tw gore, violence, drug use).

Somethin’ about this reminds of the times he went ballistic and hit hospital staff. But before getting to that, the backstory:

    John relapsed after taking pill killers for his eye surgery, in 1981. He wrote, “then I kept taking them after I didn’t need to.” His wounds from the ostrich attack gave justification to use, but after recovering, he wrote, “I knew I was taking them because I liked the way they made me feel.” Thus, he was back on amphetamines and drinking wine to take the edge off.

He’d carry on this way until his European tour. At his lodging, in Nottingham, England, Nov 10, 1983. In which the “spider bite” incident took place. John was convinced a wood panel could turn into a Murphy bed. He tore at the wall, likely, Victorian-era splinters embedded into his right hand. His blood-soaked paw roused him from his delusion, then in bed that night, he hallucinated a big spider biting his injured hand.

    After the tour, John wrote, “my hand was just a giant ball of infection.” He’d checked into the Baptist Hospital, in Memphis, Tennessee. Where internal bleeding was found in his mid-section. They removed his duodenum, parts of his stomach, spleen, and several feet of intestine. John felt he’d be in the hospital for a while, before his first surgery, so he hid a stash of drugs with him. Percodan, amphetamines, and a fifty-dose card of Valium.

Thinking he was so clever with his new hiding spot, the Valium card underneath his bandages. As he wrote, “over the freshly sutured incision on my belly.” His condition turned for the worse, medical staff didn’t know why, until he awoke to show them the dressing. Half the pills had dissolved into the wound. As John wrote, “I don’t know if it was the Valium’s fault but that was a horrible wound; it took months to heal properly.”

    Following recovery, he wrote, “I was about as high as I could be anyway, lost in intensely vivid hallucinations. I half wrecked the ICU, upsetting IV poles and doing all kinds of damage, because I just had to make somebody understand about the commandos; they’d gotten into the hospital and were setting their charges all around the room.” He was in danger of his guts falling out and onto the floor, but he didn’t care. He was in a nightmare, only to be given more morphine, which John wrote. “They didn’t know who they were dealing with, or what: more dope just made me more crazy.”

    While visiting Waylon Jennings after undergoing a triple bypass, on December 14, 1988. John had a check-up that day, and 24 hours later, he learned he’d also be having open heart surgery. The procedure went on Dec 19, two-and-a-half hours, and a 90% blockage to the main coronary artery. It was also during this surgery John had a close call and claimed to speak with his friend Roy Orbison, who had passed on Dec 6, of that same year. He also smoked cigarettes half an hour prior to the surgery, and you’re not supposed to do that.

Days after the surgery, he endured a bad bout of pneumonia. On a particularly restless night, he thought he’d gone to Heaven, but when awaking he was mad to not be in Heaven. So, he went crazy. He trashed around the room, pulling the tubes connected to his arm, even wrestling hospital staff. As quoted in Ron Handelman’s book of John, “An article in the Nashville Banner suggested that the doctors might have been to blame for over-medicating him.” Which could be true, but it’s not like they knew he’d rage out.

Basically, he turned into that Yeti in the clip above! From Robot Chicken (From S1/EP 3: Nightmare Generator). Nothin’ like starting the New Year with a story, even if messed up and gross.

Stories/Quotes/Paraphrased from:

“Cash: The Autobiography,” pg, 174 – 179.

“Johnny Cash: The Life,” pg, 520 – 521.

[everyothermouse]

New story talk time :D featuring art wrow. mostly tlking bout the charactwrs for now but badically They're all a bunch of high schoolers who are friends and get lost in the woods one night. Basically rhe woods actually houses this massive parasitic monster that's trying to eat them, it can send out different fragments- there are these wolf things that are it's anger, all the birds in the forest are its ears, etc. It's fun cus in the end they realize that even the things they thought were safe are monstrous- its like if in dnd u were relieved to defeat a mimic grate in a sewer system only to find out the whole sewer system is one big mimic yknow. but ya still, this post is just silly character things

also the characters are all based off discord bots because the discord server fixation grind don’t stop 💪

Care

She/they/it/love/ probably more neos, will have to search or yall can suggest

The only one I have art of so far, here ya go

[Transcript -

Token backpack wearer

Mom and therapist friend

Forgets to eat, which is why they always carry snacks, water, etc

Sjw/pos

Pan and demi

End transcript]

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Fred

He/him ey/em, any pronouns

Always carries around a recorder and a phone for music and recording audio logs (along with recording any neat sounds they find, just because stimmy but also for potentially using in their own music)

Typically low on sleep (insomniac unpog) but is thus always the friend to call if u need company after ur 1 am breakdown

Always wears big hoodies

The kind of friend you go to if you need someone to just hang out without talking, yknow? Just generally chill.

Goes on walks every morning, u can always come walk by him without being forced to converse ifs that's the friend you need

*

PK

Mainly it/its but also she/they and neos

Socially anxious host of the Kit system

Best friends with tupper

Typically the more nervous one of the group, but is very creative

Has maladaptive daydreamer swag, L

Basically has no friends outside of the other bots, incredibly awkward around all of its friends friends

*

YAGPDB

no pronouns

Introject of the YAGPDB bot in the Kit system, is a robot

No emotions, steps in to the front in high stress situations to calm the body and get to safety

Has a tendency to just Ignore People if they're not necessary to talk to, was informed this was rude but still does not make an effort to talk to others unless they talk to them first. Is one of the only people Fred will talk to out of nowhere cus he knows it's not that yag doesn't want to talk yag just Won't unless talked to first

In general though spends a lot of the front time just sitting silently next to Fred lol

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Birthday

He/him

Just a little guy!!! Mood booster and little in the Kit system, always thinks it's his birthday or someone else's

I dont think he understands what a birthday is but he's having a good time. Should not be allowed in the body at stores he will buy cupcakes (thats a joke, cupcakes trigger him to cofront if the body sees cupcakes cupcakes are being bought)

Dumb as rocks, has no idea what is going on /pos

Very nice and outgoing to everyone :D just a pal! Happy birthday!

Not gonna talk abt them for now but poketwo is also an alter in the kit system, PK, YAG, and birthday are just the most frequent fronters in social situations so their who we get to hear abt /lh

*

Tupper

?/eye/cryp/lost/■/deer

PK's imaginary friend who may or may not actually be a monster fragment (lil spirit from the woods sent as a part of the forest as an entity- Tupper is the eyes)

Silly but very sweet shapeshifter, mostly turns into animals and A human form

Pretty much always with PK but tends to run and hide when YAG is out, ? can decide who sees them but can't really discriminate between people in the same body so ? has to go full squirrel mode and get outta there

Likes to help people who are having identity troublea by appearing to them and helping them, though ? doesnt tell PK abt this cus ? still needs to pretend to be ~imaginary~

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thats rhe charavters, heres da rest of the rambling featuring more art

Thinking abt giving the kit system a gir hoodie as their main outfit /pos With way too big sleeves, yag just let's them hang off like they're not even there, birthday flaps them around cus happy stim go brrr!! Pk like tugs on the sleeves cus nervous stim, and is also constantly having to pull them up awkwardly to do stuff only for them to falk back down or be tugged back down

OHG ALSO. They take bad care of their hair (birthday tugs on it, pk fidgets with jt alot and has it in a hood otherwise) so care brushes it for them :ooo: pk won't let them cus she doesn't like people touching them, but the others do, love usually tries to sneak in taking care of the Kit system when yag is fronting cus yag always wants to keep the body healthy so care can just go "hey drink this water eat this snack sit in the sun lemme brush ur hair take a shower" and yag will just go "Ok." it's the easiest time care has taking care of anyone

Poke also likes to infodump to care while they brush its hair :D

PFF ALSO

Care: pl…please…. just brush ur hair….. let me take care of it at least…. please…..

Pk, straightening their incredibly matted, knotted, and damaged hair: no

I'm a pk scene kid truther tbh, I think it deserves it yknowI'm a pk scene kid truther tbh, I think it deserves it yknow

Fred is equally hard to take care of, like he'll eat but ask em to sleep at a reasonable hour and "no 🥰" ahskehfjtkg

Naurr u hear the piercings on the floor sound at school and Fred and Pk just stare at each other panicked like. Was that you or was that me. WAS THAT YOU OR WAS THAT ME-

Also quote from my friend redstone whihc is Correct ”for some reason i keep imagining Fred as someone that just wears sweet pants and the same jacket for a week straight. the periodically, he just, goes all out with how he dresses. just picks a random aesthetic and they match it perfectly”

anyways bak to ME quotes

Thinking about Disease /pos. Yes I could just have them be a silly little horror one shot but the idea of them all being effected by whatever it is that created the monster once they leave the forest is funky, not superheroes more just, they enter human and exit something not quite.

I'm just imagining u shine a flashlight at fred who's in the fridge in the middle of the night and hums eyes are quite literally reflective like a cat ttashjejf

Also the idea of carebot being subtley horrifying brings my heart joy, Nice characters being just slightly off is a trope that fucks I'm right /pos

Tupper is already hella off so no change there ahiebeirto

OO. FRED WIF GLOWING FRECKLES…. Fred who emits weird frequencies and can take over radio waves without any technology. I just think it would be fun with his audio theme! And ey could just like. Project music into their friends houses ahwjehdjfg

This is basically Fred at YAG

Am I gonna make Fred incredibly objectum?? Who's to say yknow who's to say, all I know is Fred really loves YAG and yag, can't exactly feel love, but still understands Fred as a positive influence and someone of high priority to protect

(Abt fred) Major autism haver. Very light sensitive, actually always carries a case with prescription sunglasses (sometimes has care carry it tho)

Thinking about pk actively making an effort to get their whole arm decked up in kandi despite always wearing that sweater with the sleeves too big for them

[angryjojofrog]

Bugsnax: 🎥💔🏳️‍🌈💢

"You. Are. A. Lifesaver buddy!" - Copyright Filbo Fiddlepie

Thanks Roka, now I won't be so bored ;)

🎥 do you have any favorite scenes from your hyperfixation?

I do! One of them is where you meet Floofty for the first time. You, the Journalist who has zero clue what even is Snaktooth Island, meets an even more confusing and rather rude grumpus. But honestly they're kind of charming trying to convince you to give them a Strabby. And then Floofty just runs away in their silly manner, paws behind their back. I've tried catching up to them multiple times, hilarious how they just go through the player and slam the door in front of you

Another ones are any scenes with Snorpy and Chandlo really, mostly Snorpy tho. I heavily relate to his personality, so watching him stomping his feet in excitement or from being nervous, telling the player his plans is extremely entertaining. Oh and Chandlo is straight up goals. As Roka once said: "He's the peak of masculinity and we both gotta get to his level"

Oh and meme scenes as well, can't forget 'bout "THAT'S WHY YOUR WIFE LEFT YOU!". Still cracks me up

💔  tell us about one of your LEAST favorite characters and why you dislike them.

There are barely any characters that I dislike. Every character is unique in their own way and that's enough for me to love them. Not to say that my fav characters can change after time(fun fact I used to absolutely despise Floofty... can you believe that?). I do think we could've gotten more lore on Lizbert and Eggabell, it's hard for me to relate to them. Except for Eggabell maybe

🏳‍🌈  do you have any headcanons (lgbt, race, neuro, etc) that are important to you?

OMG OMG OMG THIS ONE'S GONNA BE SO FUN!! I'll start with my favorites

Floofty: Autistic lesbian (their special interest are robots, but they don't talk about it very often). They listen to heavy music on occasion, which they enjoy. Horror movies fan, tho complains about some parts not being realistic (Reanimator is on their favorites list for sure)

Snorpy: Lemon Demon enjoyer, autistic, oversized sweaters and color green are everything to him (you can guess why😏), gets pretty muscular after Snaktooth, but you can't really see it, so he surprises people with his strength

Filbo: Adhd, agender and doesn't mind he/him prns and masculine terms as long as you're being respectful ;), also gay gay gay in love with the Journalist gay gay gay

The Journalist: Agender (they/them or no pronouns, name instead of pronouns), queer and constantly stressed. Stays good friends with most of grumps from the expedition

Triffany: Pansexual, autistic, absolutely loves dinosaurs! Another hc of mine, more as a joke is that she likes the band Sabaton. Y'know, 'cus their songs are about historical events

Chandlo: Bi and adhd swag haver

Cromdo: Bisexual (denied it for some time lmao), Oingo Boingo liker, has a son but can't see him often bc of well, divorce

Shelda: Demigirl (she/her and one/oneself), autistic, good friends with Cromdo after the events of Snaktooth

Wambus: Bisexual (preference for men), trans man but only his wife knows, carves figurines of bugsnax and grumpuses out of wood in his free time. Chewed at rocks as a kid (he still might be doing this till this day, who knows)

Wiggle: Pan, still together with Gramble (he's unlabeled)

Beffica, Eggabell, Lizbert and Clumby: Lesbians❤🧡🤍💖💜

💢  what do you NOT like about your hyperfixation? is there something you would want to change about it?

I both hate and love how little attention this game has gained. It has a lot of potential, the fandom is pretty small and extremely comfortable. I've met so many nice people because of Bugsnax :) I think it's for the best, if it stays this way

Many people've touched on this topic already, but some characters really need more screen time than showed in the game. Where's our gramma and lemon-nosed scientist content???

Another thing is how hard it is to explain what this game really is. I'm pretty vocal about liking Bugsnax, anything really, but as soon as I want to tell someone new about it, i'm met with confusion at the "bugs combined with snacks" and "these muppets' limbs turn into food" part

[give-grian-rights]

Bets Against The Void c5

@petrichormeraki bet you forgot I even had this fic ! Thank you again for the gift that is Whitelist AU, which feels like a lifetime ago (For Tommy it was !)

Chapter 1 Here

Last Chapter Here

Next Chapter Here

and AO3 Crossposted!

Ask to tag and give me a headsup on any typos ! c!Tubbo in my interpretation is they/them and blind.

The Hobbit Hole was more than Tommy expected. Birch-and-spruce windows poked out throughout the hillside, a round entrance carefully carved from the wood. Poking his head inside, the blond’s eyes darted across the spruce-built interior skeptically.

“..Thanks.” Tommy halfhartedly grumble, pulling his hand off the entrance. He warily stepped in, his hand resting on the doorway entrance for a moment as he investigated for potential traps.

“You’re..Sure we can just- stay here?” Tubbo asked once more, their head turned back towards the dirty blond stood aside the messy front garden.

“Of course, I swear, I don’t need another place to hoard stuff! Chances are, I’ll only be out here if I finally get around to moving my villagers out of their old setup.”  The older brit confirmed once more, his tone light. “Seriously, it’s not a big deal. Promise.”

Hesitantly nodding, Tubbo offered an appreciative smile his way before they turned back towards Tommy. “How’s it looking, then, Big Man?” They hummed, tilting their head.

“Fuckin’ cool as shit-” He glanced around, apprehensively surveying the ground for any traps.

“It needs a bit of cleanin’ up,” Stress chirped, sending a lighthearted glare towards Grian as he stuck out his tongue with a snicker. “We’d all be happy to help.” She finished, with a warm smile.

Tubbo politely nodded. “I think we’ll handle it. Thank you, again.” They ran their hand over the wooden arc in the entrance.

Grian shook his head. “Really, don’t worry about it. Stay here. Get settled. Either of us may be over to check up. Across the lake’s my neighbor, Scar, who you might see. But he shouldn’t come around here.” 

With a bit of exasperation, ready to be left alone, Tommy wordlessly nodded as he bounced his leg. 

Clearing his throat, Grian nodded. “Alright, then we’ll be out. We’ll see you two soon. Cya, Stress, thanks for the help!” He dipped his head towards the short brunette, who grinned bubbly back.

“See ya! Bye, loves.” Stress cooed, before deploying her glowing skeletal wings and ascending off with a quick poof of smoke.

Instinctively when the item had come to her hand, Tommy had thrown his arms around Tubbo’s ears- an action that didn’t go unnoticed by the sandy brunett man.

Grian simply put his hands up pacifying, as Tubbo was shrunk back curled, shielded away from where the brief poof was. “They’re duds, almost all fireworks here are duds.” He had calmly spoke, his tone soft. “I’ll come back to check up on you guys soon, ‘n make sure you have the supplies you need. You have free reign of that base!” Were his parting words, before he trotted off into the woodland.

Tommy uncurled himself from Tubbo. “You good, Bigman?” The blond tilted his head.

“Yeah,” Tubbo chuckled halfheartedly. “It doesn’t really.. Scare me it just- it startles me? Hearing it? ‘Cause I don’t really have time to prepare myself for the noise..Even if it’s not the same as- the kind from. Then.” Their voice wavered for a moment, before they took a shuttering breath. “Yeah, I’m fine, Man.”

“..Mhm..Alright.  Well, this set-up is better than just ‘bout half the shit on’ the SMP.” Tommy diverted the subject, sweeping his foot over the top of the floor, watching the small streak it left beneath a thin coat of dust.

Tubbo tilted their head. “Really? It smells..Very dusty-” They sneezed into their arm, sniffling. “I.. feel like it might need a bit of work, yeah?”

The blond boy shrugged. “Yeah.. We can see ‘bout gettin’ a towel wet or something and wiping all ths shit down?”

Humming in agreement, Tubbo felt around, listening to the words their Comm robotically had been reading off.

“I’ll see ‘bout findin’ shit. They’ve gotta have wool in some of these chests,”

With a bit of digging,  the two teens had gotten to work. Not everywhere in the practically abandoned place was dusty or dirty. A small lush crevice was fresh and clean- or, relatively so. Bright feathers had littered the area around it. A path from a window seal, which had been opened, and to said crevice was nearly spotless of debris outside of such molting feathers or a few leaves.

Now without dust on the outside, the two messed with the chests, rummaging through what could be found.

..Which was a lot. Just not in the places they had expected.

Out of the chests they had searched through, they managed to find almost a doublechest full of various stacked enchanted books-

“How..How did he just leave all of this here?” “Well, he has enough he defenitely won’t notice a few gone!”

A totem of undying in a michalanious chest-

“Woah.. WHAT THE SHIT..” “Dude… This is.. A gamechanger”

A golden apple held by an item frame-

“Finders keepers! This counts, its on a chest.” “Sick!”

Bafflingly, a diamond in the food chest-

“What the actual shit. WHAT THE ACTUAL SHIT-” “What? W- WHAT? WHY?”

Two enchanted, nearly broken bows with enchants- “Better than nothing, I’ll see about combinin’ them unless you feel like pinnin’ the tail on the donkey.” “..Sounds like a good plan, yah.”

And in the middle of the room, a chest with an enchanted diamond axe-

“..Fuck. Wow- There’s just a wholeass enchanted axe! What the fuck is the point of the itemframes if theres no system here?”

“Whats it enchanted with..?” “..Fortune? What a waste. Uhh, some efficiency, too.”

There wasnt much in the main storage room, but they werent quite willing to push their luck and explore too far. At least not until they got some food and set up some sort of gameplan.

The two teens distributed some of the loot they scavanged, damaged iron armor going to Tommy, a shovel to Tubbo and a spare shovel to Tommy, The totem of undying to Tubbo, and the two diamonds they scavenged turned into a diamond sword for Tubbo as well, with the axe and golden apple going to Tommy.

They turned their focus to food. The two sat beneath the support pillars against the walls, taking the time to eat  a handful of watermelon slices.

The wall of chests ahead of them had been broken, exposing the opened window with feathers trailing from it. It was an oddly live scene in the otherwise abandoned wooden hole.

Neither of them quite enjoyed the feeling of being holed in, or the small nature of the wall-home. Nor did either teen mention it.

Tommy explained the varying entrance ways from the mainroom. They had decided on splitting up soon, letting Tubbo find a place to dig out a room for the two of them, with Tommy going off and rummaging through more chests.

Tubbo found a dead-end room beneath a spruce-log room on the second story, and had begun trying to carve it out, as the other teen worked through more and more chests.

The blond eventually worked his way outside and into yard infront of the entrance, rummaging his way through the bits and pieces- the best so far, being another golden apple which he happily held onto.

Half way through his second chest, something caught his attention- or, more like, he caught something’s attention.

A blue, yellow-cheeked bird had fluttered around him, its head quirked curiously as it stared him down. Tommy shrinked.

“What the fuck do you want?” He squinted at the parrot as it lowered itself down onto the top of the open chest, hopping along the edge.

“F⚍ᓵꖌ!” The bird cooed in responded incoherently, chirping at him.

Tommy paused, eyes lighting up in realization. “Oi! You’re the one that flies into the house, huh?” 

In response, it turned it’s head away, nodding. “Hobbit!” It shrilled.

As Tommy had opened his mouth to respond, the hobbit himself, Grian, had flown down, sweeping down with a soft thud.

“Sorry! Uh, Professor Beak has a little spot in there. He likes to go n stay there most days, its a lot cozier than the mansion,” The older Brit chuckled apologetically, putting out his hand for the parrot. 

The blond boy snorted. “‘Professor Beak?’” He’d raise a brow.

The named bird chirped, stepping onto Grian’s wrist without hesitation. “Professor Ellen Taurtis Beak!” It cooed, its voice mimicking that of Grian himself.

It was… A strange display, to be sure.

Sheepishly, Grian hummed, running his spare hand through the bird’s feathers. “They may try ‘n break back in, they’re a pesky bird like that. I’m sorry for bothering you, though. You two doing good?”

“..Hm,,Yeah, thanks. Are you..Like, fuckin’ aware of all the stuff you’re leavin’?” Tommy eyed the strange man, folding his arms.

Grian merely gave a shrug. “Not really? But that just means they’re nothing important. If they help you both get started, they’re yours.”

Huh. Well, that was easy enough.

“..Right. Cool. Bye.” Tommy watched the man, as he easily nodded, striding off with his bird held by his chest.

The blond let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

“..This place is fucking weird.”

[bakubitch-minusultra]

Not Alone: Chapter Ten

-> an apocalyptic series with bnha characters but without quirks because I'm the writer and i can do whatever the fuck i want :3 yo im so sorry for not posting this yesterday i had two softball games and when i got home i just wanted to relax so i hope this makes up for it <3

-> Word Count: 2.1k

-> Warnings: the infected, thas bout it lol

-> Taglist: @5sosfckss @laudthingcat @zphilophobiaz

Y/n woke up to a wolf paw in her face. Hades kicked slightly in his dream and scratched her cheek. She pushed it away and looked around. She was more comfortable than she had ever been, since before.

Jirou was passed out with her arms around Hades. He loved to snuggle when he slept. Y/n smiled, knowing that he was getting more comfortable in the new space.

The light of day was filtering in through the canvas of the tent. It was small and cozy in the tent and the air had grown stale with the three of them breathing in it.

She stretched and realized what she was wearing. It was a loose t-shirt with the word ‘hide’ on it, the shirt was black and too big for her. She was also wearing jeans with tears and holes on the knees. She felt a bit of a breeze in the back felt around her but to discover holes back there as well. She frowned. She needed her pants back.

“You’re finally up.”

Y/n turned around to see Bakugo smiling at her. He was beautiful. She couldn’t stop herself from gawking at him in his black t-shirt with a skull design and his dark gray sweatpants. His eyes met hers and he noticed the way her eyes traveled his body.

“How come you get pants with no holes?”

He laughed, “We only have so many clothes. The last trip to a mall was three years ago. We share everything.”

Y/n glanced at Mary who was snuggled against a guy holding the little brat, “Everything.”

He turned to see what Y/n was watching and he laughed again, “Not not everything. She’s just really friendly Y/n. She’s like that with everyone. But if you’re interest we have a few girls who’re single.”

“What?”

“If you’re interested.”

Y/n shook her head, “I don’t know what you mean.” Bakugo laughed at her. He was in on a joke that she was not.

He sighed, “So want to go over the map with me?”

“I told you last night, I don’t know maps. I know where I’ve been by remembering the woods.”

“What?”

Y/n pointed to the tent, “I need her to stay here and be protected. She’s sixteen. She’s lived a hard life.”

Bakugo made a face that made Y/n laugh, “Yeah I figured she was staying.”

“Her mom and aunt just died, Her other aunt was taken to the breeder farms.”

His red eyes sparkled, “She’s just our kind of girl then.”

She was confused by him, but she didn’t have time to figure him out. She couldn’t get the picture of him playing the guitar in the firelight out of her head. It was almost like there were two of him inside of his body. Sweet Bakugo and Business Bakugo.

Mary came over carrying the monster.

“Andy, what do you have to say to Y/n?”

The boy looked down at the ground and pouted, “Sorry.”

He fidgets with her blouse and looks up to meet Y/n’s frown with a smile.

“Okay thanks.” Bakugo and Mary laughed. “Mary, will you watch Jirou until I get back?”

She leaned up and hugged Y/n, “Be safe Y/n and hurry back.”

Y/n hugged her back. She still hugged like an iron rod. She noticed the waay Mary hugged like a person and she hugged like a robot. She hugged just like Mina and her heart hurt thinking about them.

She turned and opened the tent, “I’m leaving Jirou. You need to stay here and help out okay. They need the extra hands.”

Jirou woke up and instantly gave Y/n a snarl, “No. I’m coming with you.”

Y/n shook her head, “No you need to stay and hang with Mary. I’m taking Bakugo to the farmhouse. I’ll be back in a couple days.”

She layed back down, “Fine.”

Y/n looked at Hades, “You coming or staying?” He stretched out on the sleeping bags and snuggled into Jirou who laughed.

“He likes me better.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, “Traitor. She zipped the tent back up and walked back to Bakugo, whose eyes sparkled in the morning light. “What?”

Bakugo shook his head, amused by Y/n for something, “You’re funny Y/n.”

Xxxx

The walk back down the mountain was less painful and considerably faster than the walk up. Her feet didn’t hurt and Bakugo kept a fast pace. Unlike Jirou, he never spoke.

When they made it back to the meeting tree, they both paused and listened. She led across the open field with a sprint. They made it to the edge of the field and crouched down to look for any signs of life in the driveway. The barn swung open and shut. They’re back. She knew that she sealed the barn door completely when she left. She could hear Bakugo’s breath on the back of her neck as she watched the house silently.

She turned and whispered, “Let me go look first.”

He shook his head and pointed to the barn door. She turned and looked again.

She almost jumped when she saw them. It felt as though they were watching her. As the barn door swung open and shut a pair of eyes watched from inside. Stains of bloody tears streaked the gaunt cheeks below.

Her stomach twists and turns and she backed up but Bakugo put his arm on her to stop her from running away,

“Stay still.” His words made her skin shiver, as his hot breath landed on the back of her neck. Y/n didn’t move. The barn door opened and closed several more times. Then suddenly it opened and the eyes were gone.

She looked up at the loft window to see the thin figure pass by it. The window overlooked the field perfectly. They would be seen. Suddenly she was on the ground, in the hay and wrapped up in Bakugo’s long body. He held her close to him.

The wind played with the hay around them, it whispered to them.

She could feel his heart beating against her chest. They were face to face but her eyes darted around them. She heard footsteps. She heard something else, it was the way an exhale sounded when your throat was a ragged mess.

The infected were near them. She wanted to pull her shirt over her face. She wanted to run. She needed her mask but she had left it behind. Another rule she had broken.

Bakugo stroked his thumb along the back of her neck, where his left hand lay. He was trying to calm her nerves, before she gave away our location. In the gusts of warm wind and the calm silence of the ragged exhales, she heard a sound she didn’t expect. It was the hollering of men and the high moans of the infected.

The footsteps left the hay around us. The moaning and ragged breath became harder to hear, as distance was put between them.

Bakugo whispered into her forehead, “Oh my fucking god.” They laid in silence for a moment. He peeked his up to look around but she pulled him back down.

“One more minute.” He frowned but as she spoke the barn door closed several times hard. A raucous noise filled the air, different types of commotion began after it. “We need to leave now.” She whispered into his throat.

He pulled back a bit and looked at her, almost looking through her with his intensely red eyes. He tilted her chin with his free hand and lightly feathered his lips against mine. His kiss wasn’t intense like Kirishima’s was or soft like Mary’s. It was somewhere in the middle and filled with more of everything. He kissed beside her mouth and whispered into her cheek, “We’re going to crawl from here and then make our way to the forest on the other side from where we came. We don’t want to lead them to the camp.”

He kissed once more just along the side of her lips and let her out of his firm grip. He moved away from her and slithered backwards, away from the farmhouse. She followed him. The hay slicing along her skin gave her small cuts. When they got to the halfway point between the forest and farmhouse, Bakugo stood and hunched over. She did the same, listening intently to every sound.

They made their way into the forest where he broke into a run. She followed him until they reached the bigger trees. He climbed one of them quickly. She looked around and started to feel uncomfortable. She didn’t like to be on the ground without Hades. She climbed the next largest tree and scrambled up the branches until she was as high as he was.

The farmhouse, her farmhouse, was nearly entirely in view. She could see the field she had crossed too many times to count. Pain crept around inside of her as she imagined her bunker and rations and her clean little spaces, all torn apart by the infected.

“So Mina and Kirishima were here with you?” His voice betrayed his lack of hope.

She nodded. She saw a small cluster of men fighting the infected like fools. They would get sick. They would become infected and maybe they would die because not everyone was able to live with running sores and bloody tears.

“God, they should have run.” She recognized one of them. He was the man who shouted the loudest when the man with the evil grin peed on the fire. The man who pulled down her pants.”

“Those men held me captive. They’re the others.”

“Do you know where their camp is?”

“Yup. I’d like to avoid it.”

“What if they have Kirishima and Mina?”

The pain in his eyes hurt Y/n somehow, “I never said I was going to avoid it. I said I’d like to. I’m betting they have Kirishima and Mina.” She took one last look and knew it would be a long time before she ever came back,, if she ever did. She took her last look at the white siding and the small windmill in the front yard waved goodbye to her. As her feet made their way back down the tree, she saw something that made her feel the smallest amount of fear and hope simultaneously. On the ground is a small bandage and above it was a broken branch. She looked deeper into the forest and saw another broken branch. “They got away. They’re this way.” She pointed.

Bakugo looked at the bandage and scoffed, “Y/n that could belong to anyone.”

She shook her head,”No it’s not. It’ll smell like tea tree and the branches,” She pointed to them, “I told Kirishima it was howI always found my way through the woods.”

He bent his face to the ground and sniffed the air around the bandage, “It’s tea tree.” Y/n turned to run, but he grabbed her arm as he stood and pulled her into him. “One thing first.” He put his hands on the small of her back and lifted her into his arms. His lips met hers with desperation and excitement. His tongue slipped into her mouth, caressing hers. He sucked and nibbled on her lower lip as his hand rubbed her back. Suddenly his hands made their way lower and didn’t feel uncomfortable as he cupped her ass and lifted her into him/ He wrapped her legs around him. She was feeling the way she used to when she read the romance novels stored at the cabin. She felt a heat rising low in her belly.

He let her slide down his body, till her feet touched the ground again. Air rushed between them. She opened her eyes, not realizing she had closed them, and looked up into his face.

He grinned, “I’m going to have a hard time staying focused.” Y/n giggled like a schoolgirl. It was the first time that sound had left her lips. He kissed her softly one last time and walked away toward the broken branches and Y/n followed. “I never imagined they were alive. I went back to where they were when I got taken and I couldn’t find them. I knew Kirishima wasn’t very responsible- well neither of us were.” He ran a hand through his blonde shaggy hair.

“Mina told me you guys were pretty bad at paying attention.”

He chuckled and Y/n caught herself staring at his butt. It was round and firm and when he took a step, it moved in a way she enjoyed. She realized when she watched him, that she felt a small amount of guilt. Kirishima kissed her too. Kirishima made her smile and made her laugh.

Bakugo made her scared of him but safe against the world, where as Kirishima made her feel the opposite.

[liketheletter-l]

Ohhh my god dude i h. holy shit. hang on a second

i def agree with @macaronichild saying "the main character" by will wood for leo, it's a little more evil than he actually is but i think he'd listen to it so there's that

speaking of leo songs, "wobbly" by ezra furman, "the guitar" by they might be giants (this is more vibes since 90% of TMBG lyrics are complete nonsense), "king of swords (reversed)" by dear hunter (u have to read the lyrics as a little sarcastic), "i'm gonna win" by rob cantor (leo bein a little mentally ill in this one), "avenues" by drive45 (this one too), "good old-fashioned lover boy" by queen (duh)

"philosophy" by ben folds five is SOOO mikey. so sillay so goofy. "experimental film" by TMBG (again, vibes), "FANCY FOOTWORK" BY CHROMEO (ESP THE LIVE VERSION!! VIBES), "man it's so loud in here" by TMBG (vibes), "talkin' bout" by thumpasaurus (just bc of the silliness)

"sticking it to myself" by jonathan coulton is Very Very donnie (also leo at his more turbulent), "science is fun" by jonathan coulton/from portal 2 (it's instrumental but donnie would SO listen to it also the name?? come on. pretty much any of joco's portal 2 songs are donnie tbh), "epoch" by the living tombstone (lot of tlt to be honest), "robots" by flight of the conchords (sillay)

"i'm fine" by daisy the great is SOOOO RAPHAEL!! (he works both as the singer AND the person the song is directed towards, which is great), "AMOEBA" BY CLAIRO 1 MILLION TIMES, "buckets of fun" by sidney gish (this one is more loose), "all time what" by TMBG (just vibes. this is one of my favorite songs ever), "fly in my room" by kerrin connolly

I’m slowly but surely trying to make some character playlists for Teenage Mutant What Now? just for funsies but lowkey I’m pretty bad at it lmao so if anyone has any idea/suggestions for any of them, lemme know 🥺