#do i tag the bonesaw???

[spellsparkler]

hello dead girl <3 (I've been continuing my dark urge playthrough. it's going splendidly. for her pose here I referenced titian's venus anadyomene)

[breakingdownsomebarriers]

Been a hot minute since I’ve been on here, but I scribbled these down and figured I’d share! This is my first fully-formed clone squad known as Shatter Squad. The Shatter Squad is within the 501st, if that wasn't clear by the color. Some of those in the squad are transfers, such as Bonesaw and the twins (Tripwire and Deadbeat), while the others were put into the squad from the get-go. Some of these designs aren't exactly all in the same timeframe during their story. For example, Trip's design is actually a future version of him, while the others are mostly when the squad was freshly put together. Confusing? Yeah. I'm just a tad lazy and didn't want to change it lol I have some basic info down below of some of the members, if you want to have a read. If not, I hope you liked the doodles!

Coil is the leader of the squad, but I haven't decided on a rank for him yet. He's a pretty serious guy most of the time. On the rare occasion that they have extended downtime or go to 79's, he's much more loose and open to jokes. He got his name when someone from his batch complained about him being "tightly wound like a coil". It stuck. Bonesaw is a medic, and a damn good one at that. He is actually pretty snarky, sarcastic, and so, so very smug. When he's actually peeved at someone though he has a great resting bitch face. He enjoys verbally tearing into someone if they've done something stupid and got injured for it. A nat-born medic called him Bonesaw once because of his very good ability to verbally maul someone. Kept the name because he thought it was badass. Tripwire is the team's trap-setter and infiltration-leader. Very efficient in his work- super thorough and good at shifting plans on the fly. His name was originally Livewire, but it ended up shifting to Tripwire because he is prone to being "tripped" when someone hits a nerve. He's Deadbeat's twin (they were made in the same decanting chamber). (Bit of a note here regarding his future stuff. His eye is made out of recycled assassin droid parts and both of his forearms have been replaced with prostheses. I won't get into spoiler lore because...that'd be no fun. I'll write it out eventually but until then, my lips are sealed.) Deadbeat is the team's heavy weapons guy, with the Z-6 rotary blaster cannon being his firearm of choice. The poor guy can't stand shinies: they ask him too many questions, and he hates how arrogant most of them end up being. His name was given to him as a joke, and he was too indifferent towards it to look for a replacement.

Flint is the team's electronics expert. Absolutely a prodigy when it comes to tech and loves to tinker whenever he can. His name comes from his ability to go from kind and soft to prickly and sharp. Most of the time he's pretty passive and complacent, but if he's worn down enough he'll make jabs at pretty much anyone. He can only take so much shit from people before he'll throw self restraint out the window and fire back. Oh, and he's also an ARC trooper- so there's that.

Bombshell is the final member of the team, and is the explosives expert (note, he does already have a post of his own, so you can go and check that out if you want). Anyway, he's blue-yellow colorblind and this has led to a few funny moments during his time as a shiny. He got his name when Bonesaw made a comment that he was practically a factory with the amount of bombshells he kept dropping on the team. He liked the word, so he took it and kept it as his name.

[mnt-artss]

it’s such a struggle being a skit ego lover bc like. there’s probably not any art or x reader fics of bonesaw??? i’ve really got to do all of it myself??? sigh ☹️

[trans-queen-administrator]

Sorry to everyone who followed for my analysis a year and change ago. The rot has consumed me and I can only post about drama now.

Anyway I saw the post by @worm-fanon-polls and wanted to try it with the worst candidates I know of, thank you for the idea and sorry for the existence of this.

Pictures of each entry below cut. Names censored to prevent harrassment, most of the time there will not be direct links. These are very bad, and your day may be significantly worse for seeing them. CW Racism, Pedophilia, Sexism, and more.

Infinite period. I think this is the tamest on the list. A terrible fanfic all around, one excerpt doesn't do it justice. Its entirely Taylor getting revenge on the trio, Madison is forced to have her period constantly as a punishment and the story is not normal about it, shockingly.

2. Bonesaw Hornyposting. Right what it says on the tin. Halfway through a worm liveblog, OP got horny on main about Bonesaw. Y'know, the 12 year old. Amy/Riley kinkposting by the same person not pictured due to image limit.

3. A collection of moodboards made for shipping Taylor with various villains from Worm, almost all of which are turned into airbrushed white boys for this. Villains moodboarded include Kaiser, Alabaster, Uber, Scion, Jack Slash, Ash Beast, and so many more. Here's Uber and the compilaton as a whole.

4. Gaylor's Ship Name Spreadsheet. A popular queer-focused discord server for worm fanfic made a spreadsheet to get ship names for rare character pairings, with plenty of people around the server participating. The names range from mediocre jokes to very poor taste to incredibly racist. Some examples:

Aisha x Purity: Kay Kay Kougar Bakuda x Greg: Yellow Fever Shatterbird x Miss Militia: Ambiguously Brown

Link to a copy

5. Ebony Steel. Speaking of bad ships! I'm just sending the ao3 tags, that's enough to make the point.

6. Ziz's Worm Fanfic Inspired Flowchart. Ziz is the name of a real life murderer and cult leader, name chosen because of the worm character. While her blog doesn't actually focus on Worm much beyond quoting it a few times, this flowchart detailing her mindset puts "Escalation..." as the final step, and with her being somewhat active in the worm fandom and the flowchart also having an Undertale reference there's a good chance this is referencing the common fanon of Taylor as the Queen of Escalation. This one is speculatory, if you want just think of this as a section for Ziz's murder cult as a whole.

7. Bakuda: Cornell's Own Resident Hamasian. OP (who is generally incomprehensible) posted this to r/Cornell, as if those people would know who Worm was. As a friend has said, maybe he just thinks Bakuda is real?

8. Victoria Comment Compilation. A collection of comments about Victoria on fanfics, Worm, and Ward. This is getting dangerously close to Amy discourse. Here's one of the very normal comments as an example to give a taste of the horrors.

9. Sophia crushing on Hookwolf. Someone on Reddit listed their favorite ships, which were massively racist in multiple ways. Shocking, the Worm fandom has never had a racism problem aside from this.

10. Ack's Deleted Works. If you don't know, Ack is one of, if not THE most prolific and popular fanfic author in the fandom. Everything he writes gets massively popular, and I will withhold from commenting about the quality of the works. I think it's okay to name names when it's the most known person in the fanfic scene. Anyway before he wrote generic power fantasy, he wrote a whole lot of Danny x Taylor smut, and although these have been deleted they can still be found and often leak into his 'normal' fics like Security. I will not link them or show an image because uhhh I actually do not want to put underage erotica on this post, so here is a moderator of r/Wormfanfic driven to insanity by them.

Anyway yeah this fandom is hell. If you know another terrible post please add it on.

[worms-in-my-head]

Challenged by @dw-flagler to do this:

To make a list of fav worm power (not character) from each category

Mover: Burnscar (not conventional but I love the teleport thro fire aspect)

Shaker: Labyrinth

Brute: Glory Girl

Breaker: Genesis

Master: Skitter

Tinker: Bonesaw

Blaster: Scrub

Thinker: Number Man !!!

Striker: Panacea

Changer: Night

Trump: Echidna (it was cool seeing variations of others powers)

Stranger: Nice Guy

I challenge @dagda-the-doodler @insomnimelodies @butchseiya @edgyromantic and anyone else who wants to join in! (Sorry if you’ve already been tagged)

[gingervitus]

WIP Wednesday

Oh it's my favorite day of the week!

Thanks for the tag @mythals-whore

I started writing this fucking companion Davrook self indulgent modern AU to the silly Rookanis one I have bubbling in my brain.

And I outlined a five part whirlwind romance for them, so we'll see if I can actually stick to that plan.

ANYWAY

Consider this a tag to WIP your Wednesday if you haven't already (I am in bed with a minimally functioning brain rn about to fall asleep)

“Do you want to get out of here?” His question is warm against her cheek. Notes of malt and something else with a touch of bitterness behind it wash over her. She doesn't even fucking like beer, but whatever it is he has been drinking over the course of the last hour and a half, she wants to drown in it.

What she wants to give as an answer is a resounding yes. Unequivocal yes. Immediate yes. Then again, that would be too eager, which she's trying desperately not to be. “A secondary location?” she muses over the poorly mixed drums of the decidedly mediocre band. “Are you planning on dismembering or cannibalizing me?”

A beat passes with his brows raised, slightly amused. Slightly bewildered. Usually, this is where the evening comes to an end. After a comment or two that go just past an initial meeting’s comfort zone, she is then left on her own to do with the rest of her night off as she pleases. “Read somewhere that tattoos make people taste bad,” he replies as if the passing conversation is a normal one to have with a person you've just met. “And I left my bonesaw back at the station.”

She bites back a smile. Keep your shit together, Silvia. “That's a pity,” she sighs. Hoisting herself up to stand on the rung of her stool, she cranes her neck in an effort to spot the bartender. “A bonesaw would have made the dismemberment much easier.”

“Guess you'll have to settle for a walk then.” The amount of control it takes to not look back at him is embarrassing. As if it isn't enough that she's been making googly eyes at him all night, she just knows he's wearing some lopsided smirk that will ultimately turn her insides into goo, and for some goddamn reason, she wants to turn around so she can make that happen. “If you can handle that.”

The bartender catches her peering up over the bar and raises his hand in acknowledgement before turning back to the patron he's already handling. Her palms press flat against the bar. Apprehension pumps through her veins as she wills herself to return her attention to this very handsome blind date of hers. “Sounds boring,” she huffs. When her eyes find Davrin, he's watching her, one brow arched. Deliciously well built arms are folded over his chest, which proves to be fodder for an already wandering mind. She blinks back the image of those arms holding her pressed against the side of the building. “But I think I can manage.”

[quatregats]

been thinking more about the Hornblower amputation thing & your tags. It's an increasingly weird storytelling decision the more I think about it, to give your hero such a fear & then *never have it happen to him*. Chekhov's bonesaw. I suppose it gets deflected onto Bush. ... Especially weird given elements of Hornblower's career/peculiarities are ~loosely based on Nelson, famous for leaving bits of himself all over. Hornblower is, like, NOTICEABLY unmaimed. What's with that? Theories? Thoughts??

Ohhh yes I think I've had similar thoughts - honestly, I think that's part of the narrative frustration of Hornblower is that there are multiple Chekhov's bonesaw moments and they drive me up the wall. I do think that the mention of his fear of amputation was setting up for it to happen to Bush, not him, but I don't think that that was honestly the greatest decision on Forester's part....and then again I tend to be extremely mean to Forester so maybe other people will disagree with me. That's super interesting thinking about Nelson though, because Forester seems to like and want to buy into the "fragile but brilliant man" archetype but I do think that the getting beat up and battered is possibly a necessary corollary to that?? Who knows though, real naval history people feel free to challenge me here.

Honestly the best theory I have for the lack of Hornblower maiming is that Forester really likes putting Hornblower in the torment nexus by making him experience his worst fears through the people around him, which I think on some level is worse for him - he's very empathetic (or rather, he is more empathetic than he thinks a Good Navy Man should be), so while he'll throw himself under the bus for no reason at all, seeing other characters thrown under the bus is actually a miserable experience for him. I do think that if it had been him who had lost a leg (instead of it happening to Bush) there would have been much less fuss over the whole thing, so I do think that was a good narrative decision of Forester's part. I think there's also a similar thing with people who he loves dying around him - he has a death wish and wouldn't care if he himself died, but instead he's left to sit there dealing with the weight of their deaths on his hands and the weight of moving on after that. I think that this is what Forester was (sort of) going for - especially taking into account his interest in the psychology of independent command, which this partially plays into (he can't develop meaningful relationships because people keep dying, thereby isolating him Worse) - but I disagree with how he chose to resolve it, and don't think that it can be considered a "happy" ending as-is (mostly because I strongly disagree with some of the character arcs and also with Hornblower and Barbara as endgame as they are in the books, without addressing any of their main conflicts - speaking of Chekhov's bonesaws....)

But none of that excuses the fact that Hornblower escapes from everything unscathed. Literally give the man some battle wounds or something idk - no wonder he feels like he lives in another world, he's literally untouchable :')

[watermelonbugs]

Intro Post!! (oh and also link to intro post for some of the guys in my head is here: link. Feel free to ask about any of us and chat with any of us!!! [please we love attention])

Name: Bugs, but I’m ok with being referred to as pretty much whatever as long as it’s not mean :D

Pronouns: he/it/they (pronouns page with more details here) and you're welcome to ask questions about how to refer to me!! I don't bite!! :D

Age: super secret /lhj (but also I’m a minor don’t be gross)

Fandoms: Camp Here and There + The Magnus Archives currently but expect a bunch of random shit, and also these change frequently

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Self-promo moment:

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I started a community on here for people with ADHD! Or people who think they might have it!! Or just anyone who wants to learn more about it!! Feel free to join in!!

Please be kind but feel free to call me out if I'm being an ass or doing smth wrong!! Also, if I can do something to make a post more accessible to you, let me know!! I'm not always good at remembering, but I do want to try!!

Dms, ask box, replies, and reblogs are always open!! Come say hi!!

Tags I use: #boba shares wisdom (for my cat, Boba, jumping on my computer to type) #bones rattles (for my cat, Bonesaw, jumping on my computer to type)

Uhhh idk what else to say so have a lovely day and feel free to ask questions!! :D

Last updated: May 21, 2025

[gay-opossum-in-the-garbage]

Heh…Birds

Pairing: Medic/Scout

Rating: T

Word count: 1196 words

Other tags:

Awkward Flirting, Medic being weird, Bird Attacks, Crushes, Not Beta Read, Brief Descriptions of Violence, Engineer showing up at the end, They're crushing on eachother, third person, crossposted on AO3

Medic spent his time in the RED base’s infirmary doing the most important thing he could be doing; spending time with his birds. The pure white doves that he himself had rescued from a Prime Minister’s wedding were his utter pride and joy.

Whether it was playing with them or cleaning the blood off of his favorite, Archimedes, that was when he felt happiest. Besides when he was on the battlefield of course, the glorious sight of blood gushing from his enemies couldn’t be topped.

Though, even then, the birds were always nearby. They would always fly out when he walked out the steel doors and into the conflict, Archimedes propped on his shoulder. He was always just as excited as his owner when they were splashed with a BLU’s blood and guts, that’s why he was Medic’s favorite.

But of course, the Medic loved all of his doves. Though, right now it was just Archimedes and another one of his doves, both perched on his shoulders, while he wiped down his bonesaw.

They had just returned from a successful battle with the BLUs, a quite bloody one at that, and Medic of course needed to keep his tools looking clean enough. How else would he be able to convince his teammates to let him do surgeries on them?

While he cleaned the weapon, his mind seemed to wonder off to where it usually went during these rare moments of quiet: the Scout. Those adorable buck teeth, his freckled face, and those thrilling shrill, high pitched screams of his.

He drifted back to the initial celebration they had when they had killed the last enemy merc. The hooping and hollering of his excited teammates were ignored as all of his attention was on Jeremy, the Scout.

He was congratulating himself, pointing with his steel bat while exclaiming how amazing he was and how many “suckers” he had killed. While many of his other teammates found this behavior annoying or childish (and maybe it was), Medic found it endearing.

Medic laughed to himself as he sidestepped and pulled the Scout into a side hug, Medic’s hand placed on Jermey’s left shoulder with Scout’s face pressed against the Medic’s bloodied chest. He yelled out a congratulation to the team before patting his shoulder and letting Jeremy go.

When they all dispersed to go to their areas for a much needed break, Medic caught a glimpse of the Scout rushing to his room. He was pushing the brim of his hat down to cover his reddened face that was nearly the same color as the small splotch of blood on his cheek, mumbling something to himself while watching his feet. Medic felt his heart flutter a bit as he watched him speed-walk away.

Medic sighed to himself, putting the saw down before hearing a scream ring through the building followed by the sound of many tiny wings beating as once.

He flew around to see the Scout fly through his doors while being tailed by five hungry birds.

“Medic! Get your damn birds dude!” Scout shrilled as he pointed at the flock of birds

Medic whistled and had his precious flock settle down on the table he was cleaning his tools on.

“Ah, I do apologize Scout. They can get quiet…excited when they see you,” Medic laughed as he helped the two other birds off his shoulders.

“Medic, you gotta get a control your birds man. I’m getting real sick and tired of getting scratched,” Scout said as hopped up on the examination table. This had happened three times already, Medic had to admit, but it wasn’t his fault his birds loved the Scout so much.

Scout WAS very scratched up, though the wounds weren’t too deep and could probably be healed relatively quickly.

“Oh do not worry Jeremy, I will have a stern talking to with them,” Medic laughed as he hoisted up his Medigun on his stand and turned on a low stream of Über directed at the Scout.

He pulled up a chair and sat, looking up at the still bloody face of the younger man. It seemed that he couldn’t get to his room quick enough to get the blood off his cheek before getting swarmed.

Medic stood up, grabbed the rag he was using to clean his tools, and pressed it into the Scout’s cheek, trying his best to clean his face with the bloodied cloth. Medic watched as Scout averted his eyes while his cheeks became a rosy pink.

Medic smiled to himself as he sat back down put the rag in his pocket. He clasped his hands together and rested his head on his hands, just staring.

Scout kept making quick glances at the Medic while twiddling his thumbs.

“Uh, Medic, don’t cha think that you could, you know, up the Über?”

“Now why would I do that? I don’t want to waste all of my precious Über on some scratches”

It didn’t actually save Über.

They continued to simply sit in silence, Scout’s face progressively getting hotter as his wounds slowly healed. Medic eventually, out of nowhere, scooted forward and grabbed Scout’s wrist to inspect his arm.

“Did anyone ever tell you that you have amazing veins, Scout?” Medic smiled up at the other man.

“Uh…no?” Scout questioned.

“Did you know you have -O blood? That means are a universal donor”

“Uh, cool? I guess?”

“You should really let me draw some of your blood sometime. For the good of the team”

Due to the concerning amount of radioactive energy drinks the Scout drank, Medic questioned whether or not his blood would even be safe. He would have to test that next someone needed a transfusion.

But of course, he didn’t say it as a serious suggestion. In Medic’s mind, this was flirting, in Scout’s mind, this was a threat.

Even then, Scout still blushed while praying that the damn Medigun would heal him quicker. Medic let go of his wrist and simply watched him as the last of the cuts finally healed themselves.

He stood up and switched off the stream before getting a spare set of clothes for the Scout due to the ones he was wearing being shredded. Medic always kept a spare set of clothes for the Scout, just in case.

Scout had already jumped off the table, taking the clothes and making sure to keep his distance from the birds that seemed to eyeing him down.

“Well Scout, be safe, and watch out for birds,” Medic smiled as he patted Scout on the shoulder.

“Thanks, for the clothes and stuff. And control your birds!” Scout mumbled as he walked out the doors and down the hallway.

Medic watched him walk away, leaning on the doorframe and sighing to himself. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t even hear the footsteps of the engineer behind him.

He was only alerted to his presence when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Doc, you gotta stop putting birdseed in that poor boy’s pockets,” Engineer frowned.

Medic simply giggled to himself. He definitely wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon. Not his fault that he loved him.

[batsandbonesaws]

*click*

“er, is zhis zhing on? Hoo! I’ve never done zhis before!”

“Yea. See? ‘S got dat.. red light thingy. Dat means it’s on.”

“Ah, halloo! I am ze Medic!”

“Yo, I’m the Scout. But ya probably already knew dat, ‘cause if ya don’t already know who I am, I don’t even know where to start with ya, brother. Anyways, we’re openin’ up our mail for a few days, thought ya might wanna ask us some stuff since we’re kinda a big deal, so ya better freakin’ hurry and start sendin’ in letters. As soon as ya see dis.”

“Yes yes, you can ask anyzhing regarding our love life or personal lives, und ve vill do our best to answer! Vhat are you vaiting for, go ask us now, schnell!”

(Hi! Mod here. Or, well, one of the mods. We made this blog inspired by @mugs-n-cans if that wasn't clear already. I (Sunny) will be writing Scout and the other mod (Cal) will be writing Medic. You're allowed to send asks about both RED and BLU mercs, as well as crossfaction. Feel free to send asks to the mods as well!)

Tags we will be using:

-> #bats and bonesaws for asks that both Medic and Scout will answer.

-> #bonesaw asks for asks that will mostly answer Medic.

-> #bat asks for asks that will mostly answer Scout.

-> #mod mail for any mod posts or asks.

-> #x ray imaging for fanart we reblog!

(This post may update.)

[ty-bayonet-betteridge]

i see a character with identity problems and my brain goes That Guy Is Plural. and im like ok u right

[spookiifi]

Tumblr is being stubborn with me, so I have a screenshot of @the-rocket-scientist​ ‘s ask. This can also be accessed on ao3 here! 

Hiiiii!!! I had a lot of fun writing this <3

Hi kids! Do you like violence? Because this story is filled with it <3

I haven’t taken a single anatomy class when I was in high school/college so I apologize for any inaccuracies. This fic gets a bit bloody. For those that are squeamish I’d recommend reading something else.

You were the only human that had the guts to deal with Lucifer’s work. But he never turned, nor experimented on you. He never gave an explanation why.

You considered yourself a secretary of sorts, despite not having a front desk. You and the rest of the alternates’ work was highly confidential. A literal stack of papers had to be signed before you actually became his assistant. It felt like you were selling your soul to the company.

“Refusal to sign these forms or rejection will result in fatal consequences. Do you wish to proceed?”

Lucifer was so forward sometimes. Cold, yet organized in his work.

“…Yes?”

So why were you falling for this bastard of a scientist?

Your objective tonight was accompanying him during an autopsy. One of the human’s hearts filled with black blood mid transformation, sealing off the airways. This was both new and interesting to the rest of the lab. It would be studied greatly and a huge opportunity for larger discoveries.

“Bonesaw.” Lucifer held out his gloved hand, his eyes focused on the open corpse in front of him.

Clean instruments made for surgery were aligned on a tray between the two of you. Some looked as if they arrived straight from an operating room, while the rest mimicked torture devices from horror movies.

You didn’t hesitate on giving Lucifer the bonesaw. In the past, you watched him curl his hands around a ribcage and tear it open. The aftermath that day was…brutal to watch. Those plain white walls were splattered with blood. At least you weren’t the one chosen to clean it up.

Thank…someone for goggles and protective gear. OSHA?

“Tell me, what do you notice about this human’s lungs?” Lucifer turned towards you after successfully slicing through the ribs. You couldn’t tell how he was feeling through the protective mask covering his face.

The morgue was cramped with shelves, and there was little space to stand. The room was only meant for two or three people at a time.

Failed body parts were preserved in unknown substances, while a skeleton hung on display in the corner. You hoped it was made of plaster, but that intelligent mind of yours told you it was real.

The smell was the worst, taking a full week to get used to. You knew behind those freezer doors; other bodies lay motionless inside with tags on their ankles. In all honesty, they were the lucky ones.

Lucifer’s entire being was distracting if you were straight up truthful.

You wondered if he knew about your feelings towards him.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“The corpse, my dear assistant. What’s different?” Lucifer knew the answer, but he wanted you to figure it out. “We should practice on concentration next time.”

How in the hell were you supposed to focus when this fine of a mad doctor was staring you down?

You paused for a moment. “The lungs are dry, and the heart bleeds black instead of blue.”

He seemed satisfied. “Very good. Now hand me that seraded knife.”

Now was your chance. “So…I’ve been thinking. We’ve been working overtime the past week.” You said as you inspected his tools.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow at you as he carefully cut around the ventricles. “Yes? And?”

“Maybe we could spend one night off? Six and the rest of the alternates have this place on lockdown. We don’t even have to leave.” You shrugged as he placed the organ in a biohazard proof bag.

Lucifer stopped. “We spend time with each other every day. You are my assistant after all.”

You grit your teeth, trying to hold back the frustration in your voice. “I mean the other kind of time.”

He seemed to be catching on. “…I’m busy. Now, hand me the syringe. We need to dispose of-“

Fuck it.

“Busy with what?! Every other failed experiment that sits in this damn facility?!”

Lucifer dropped the threaded needle on the tray. He tore off the mask with one hand. “Our current subject is missing! Do you care at all about your career?! Did you even READ the forms you signed?!”

“Lucifer I didn’t mean-“

His face heated up. “We’re so close to reaching a perfect alternate! And you want to quit now?!”

Your eyes widened. Lucifer never yelled at you. Tear droplets formed in the corners of your eyes, and he realized his mistake.

“Oh, no…no please.”

You choked down a sob and turned away, not wanting him to see you like this. “Forget I asked. It’s nothing.” Quickly, you removed your gear and made a beeline for the door.

“Wait!”

“Goodnight, Lucifer. Until tomorrow.” You didn’t look back as you swiped your key card.

After a much-needed shower, you changed into comfy clothes and spent the rest of your night in your room. It was paid for by the Mandela Facility, resembling a college dorm so you were closer to work.

You missed your chance alright…It was a stupid idea in the first place. A bad decis-

Someone knocking at your door distracted you from your thoughts. The first sounded heavy, then grew softer.

“If Lucifer sent you, I’d rather-“

Until you heard a voice call your name.

“Please talk to me.”

You opened your door to find your boss standing in the hall. He wore the same outfit from earlier, besides any medical gear.

“Did I wake you?” Lucifer said, shifting awkwardly when you glared at him. “…Don’t answer that.”

You sighed. “Come in, and close the door behind you.” An uncomfortable silence filled the room as he followed you inside.

Getting comfy on your couch, he sat across from you. “I didn’t mean to raise my voice.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I mean it! And maybe you’re right. We have been working overtime. I’m just…stressed.”

Your eyes narrowed. Was he showing weakness towards you? “Maybe, or I am right? Those are two huge differences, Lucifer.”

He sighed. “Yes, you are. Without the asset, we could lose so much- I mean-” He stopped when you glared daggers at him. “I’m sorry for yelling at you. I didn’t know I meant so much to you.”

You nearly dropped your drink at that last part. “Say that again.”

“I didn’t know I meant so much to you?”

This made you grin. “I forgive you, on one occasion.” This seemed to intrigue him. “We get to leave early tomorrow.”

Lucifer chuckled. “Fine, my little assistant. Do you prefer red or white wine?”

[duckiesdoodlesdelight]

act 2 spoilers at the bottom of the 2nd image and then alluded act 3/ending spoilers below and in my tag rambles probably

(i have a few other dirge playthroughs but theyve either just begun or are romancing someone else or are Fucked up like guillermo. guillermo bonesaw the man you are. you WOULD do that last second wouldnt you.)

[ao3feed-tf2ships]

Medic-Merc Confidentiality

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50191618

by pointsfortrying

Not fault of his, certainly. No, the real issue was the fact that there was only so much he could do with what limitations and odd restrictions he had to deal with. While he didn’t fully understand why his employers had barred him from continuing to perfect his new Medi-Gun’s ÜberCharge, he knew better than to outright break the few regulations they’d been given.

Even if it meant an annoying lack of progress. With a sigh, he tossed the bloody bonesaw in his hands he’d forgotten he was even holding to the side, pursing his lips with furrowed brows as he glanced towards Archimedes.

“It is quite the enigma, is it not?” he sighed, shaking his head, “I can make these men gods, but what use is goodhood if it only lasts for eight seconds? Even less, if more than one’s in need!”

A series of 9 loosely connected oneshots from the Medic’s perspective, each revolving around one of his coworkers and set throughout his time at Reliable Excavation Demolition.

Words: 15347, Chapters: 9/9, Language: English

Fandoms: Team Fortress 2

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Medic (Team Fortress 2), RED Team (Team Fortress 2), Heavy (Team Fortress 2), Sniper (Team Fortress 2), Spy (Team Fortress 2), Scout (Team Fortress 2), Pyro (Team Fortress 2), Demoman (Team Fortress 2), Soldier (Team Fortress 2), Engineer (Team Fortress 2), Miss Pauling (Team Fortress 2)

Relationships: Heavy & Medic (Team Fortress 2), Medic & Sniper (Team Fortress 2), Medic & Spy (Team Fortress 2), Medic & Scout (Team Fortress 2), Medic & Pyro (Team Fortress 2), Demoman & Medic (Team Fortress 2), Medic & Soldier (Team Fortress 2), Engineer & Medic (Team Fortress 2), Medic & Miss Pauling (Team Fortress 2)

Additional Tags: Slice of Life, canon-typical descriptions of gore, Canon-Typical descriptions and discussions of surgery and other medical practices, Canon-Typical smoking and drinking, canon-typical internalized ableism (from the demoman), a single dead rat, the rat has been christened as Bobbert, tf2bigbang2023, Medic's a good buddy the fic, Vague timeline but starts off near the beginning of their careers at RED

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50191618

[chiropteracupola]

tagged by @kigiom in this funky little game! thanks ol' pal!

rules: post the last line/snippet of what you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

it is once again a flintlock fortress thing, which Julien was not supposed to be in, but slithered into anyway. this is probably partially because I missed writing him after finishing that last fic and also because there's nothing else I'm working on right now that both contains Julien and is suitably early on in the plot.* so a story which was previously just Fun With Lancets now has a Julien Laurent Is Frenchly Judgemental And A Little Bit Mean About His Co-Workers sideplot.

[Nonchalant, he struck his flint across the corner of Ludwig’s medical case and lit his pipe. Smoke wafted gently as he cast his eye over its contents, and Julien inhaled with a carefully-controlled enthusiasm, glad to have finished with his concealment. He brushed a gloved fingertip across the blade of the bonesaw, his own furrowed brows reflected in the highly-polished steel.

Ludwig was competent, that was for certain, although perhaps a little too enamored of that particular tool for Julien’s comfort. As for the rest of the men that had been hired on… Julien picked his way across a newly boot-scuffed floor and grimaced.]

Whether or not they were much more than a collection of useless, war-mad cretins would remain to be seen.

and I do not think I have 20 whole people to tag, so I shall simply say @dxppercxdxver, @wilhelmina-murray-harker, @sailorpants, @sanguinarysanguinity, @tgarnsl, @cedarboots, @clockheartedcrocodile, @natdrinkstea, @kaxen, and @wromwood, if you'd like to share?

*look, I'm trying to break my habit of refusing to ever write proper explanations of characters or stories that are more on the original side, and flintlock tends to fall more into that category with the way I talk about it despite the fact that this is in actuality still fic.** so I'm making an attempt to focus on stuff that is At The Beginning and Provides Relevant Context at the moment.

**this is wretchedly distant from the actual video game it is based on but the fact remains that we didn't make up these guys, only their extremely overthought backstories and funny little outfits.

[foxtricksterwriting]

Writing Dump; Nopperabo and Hannya #1

Media: Interactive Fiction SLAUGHTER SQUAD

Tags: @harlequinoccult

Author's Note: This is with a scenario assuming they’d go into the forest together. Also a note, Hannya is technically a jack of all trades, but is naturally a good actor while Nopperabo fills the bait role usually. Thought I'd say that here since I don't think I made it clear in their profiles.

Warnings: written murder, forced self cannibalism(Not in depth)

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“Brother, don’t worry! I’ll catch ‘em, you butcher ‘em!” Hannya says sunnily, walking backwards along the path. “That is not what I’m worried about, Sh-- Hannya….” Nopperabo curses under his breath at the slip up. “Hearing you call me Hannya is kinda funny, y’know?” Ze laugh. “It’s…. odd, it feels like I’m calling you by the wrong name again…” Zer brother laments. “But you’re not! I picked Hannya out! So don’t be so awkward about it!” 

“Easier said than done…. Hannya,” He says it very slowly, deliberately, like he’s trying to commit the name to memory. He shakes his head, “I’m having hang ups about this, um, killing thing, you know?”

“Man, you work with Carter. You’re an accomplice already!”

“Not by choice,” Nopperabo hisses. He lets out an exasperated sigh. “But you aren’t holding back, are you?” He asks, looking at his sibling like he already knew the answer. “Nope!~ I’m gonna let loose!~ I was promised free reign on these unfortunate bastards and I’ll get it even if I have to kill the other fuckers to get it~” Ze twirl while laughing as if ze were talking about anything else. Nopperabo shakes his head again, frowning. They both snap to attention when they hear a scuffle, like something moving through the brush. Hannya gains a cheshire cat smile under zer mask, knowing exactly what that sound was. Ze surge towards zer brother and whisper-shout into his face, “This is our chance!!”

“Is that a person??” He whispers back. Ze nod rapidly and gesture towards a large tree. The two hide behind it and peer around. Wandering through the bushes, quite far from the path, is a man who looks very unprepared to be in the woods, with his button up and clean jeans. He’s panting like he ran a marathon and his face is blotchy like he ran a marathon. Hannya gestures for Nopperabo to hide, making him crouch and crab-walk into the foliage as silently as possible. Hannya presses zer back flat against the bark, takes a breath and shouts “Hey! Someone?! Is anyone there?! Hey!!” Ze will zerself to sound as distressed as possible and throws zer voice as far away as possible. The man calls back and there’s the telltale sound of someone running through bushes and other shit. Hannya keeps bullshitting zer way through the process, listening as the man gets closer and closer, eventually running past zer. Ze smile a bloodthirsty, manic smile as ze pounce, throwing zerself onto his back. The sudden weight topples him easily, sending the two into the dirt and scrambling around. Nopperabo rushes out of his little hiding spot, his bonesaw at the ready and tells himself that this is necessary. 

Hannya flips the man over, holding his hands above his head then switching to standing on them, grinding them into the ground with zer heel. “Do his feet first, brother! Hack ‘em joint by joint!” Ze cheer. “Shut it, baka yaro!” He hisses, approaching quickly and grabbing harshly at his victims leg. He grabs the other and sits on both legs, putting all of his weight on them. He takes a steadying breath while the man screams and cleaves his bonesaw into the hip joint. He forcefully turns the man to get a better angle while sawing away at his hip. Eventually, he hits bone. He puts more force into it, listening to the sound of the bone letting the saw break it away. It gets a bit rough, making Nopperabo pull the saw out and slam it back down a couple of times, splattering blood over him. Then he gets up, dropping the saw onto the ground next to him and grabs the mans nearly severed leg. He looks to his sibling, then ze nod. Ze grab the man's arms, closer to the shoulders, firmly. “One,” Nopperabo announces, digging his nails into the fabric and flesh of this leg. “Two,” Hannya responds. “THREE!!!” They shout in unison, yanking towards themselves with all of their strength. The nasty sound of tearing flesh follows along with agonizing screams and begging as Nopperabo holds up the fully severed leg to show his victim wordlessly. “Hehehe, that’s not the only limb you’ll be losing tonight!~” Ze laugh cruelly, dropping him again to stand on his hands. Nopperabo gestures for his sibling to move while swapping the leg for his bonesaw. He kneels on the man’s hands and positions the saw at his victims armpits. 

He saws away until he severs one arm, then the second all while Hannya cheers him on and the man screams. He stands to admire his work. The man has started to cry and his voice has long gone hoarse. “Brother, let me have your saw for a second!” Hannya holds a hand out. Zer brother gives it to zer without any fuss. Ze take it and saws off a hunk of leg. “Open wide, sir~” ze sing while sitting on his chest. He clamps his mouth shut, already sensing zer intentions. Nopperabo scoffs. He bends down and holds the man’s nose. After a second it forces him to open his mouth. Hannya shoves the hunk of flesh into his mouth, then forcefully shuts his mouth. “Iiko, iiko~” Ze praise him like he’s a puppy that did a trick right. “Ugh, there’s blood in my mask…” Zer brother complains. “Rip!” Hannya says, laughing. “You finish him off, I have to do something about this,” he mutters while turning away. “Okay!~” Ze throw the bonesaw off to the side and skips to wherever zer stuff was stashed. Ze pull out zer chainsaw and look back at the stranger that the two of them have mangled. Hannya slowly turns zer body to face him as well, then revs the chainsaw.