#for uhhh archiving purposes

[diverbots]

I have no new art as always except maybe this drawpile doodle of quark that I like. Hi. And goodbye I guess if I disappear for another month or two.

[scup-reblogs]

dashi

[astronobeebzzbzz]

aw hell theyve trapped the lads in the blue screen of death LET THEM OUT

[leatherbookmark]

this horrible little series of mine has officially broken 50k words with that last update... wah...

[nyaterpillar]

codys

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

Me giving a speech to morons

I'm the mean one here. Don't be dumb, but even if you are I will save your dumb asses because I am the best.

Today's problem

Look at screen

Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Me: is your key sticking?

Her: it's getting hard to make my o's

Me: *sigh*, interrupt my 702 goddamn it

Gimme like 30 minutes

[starliights-shining]

tf one sentinel prime… idek what to ask for specifically 😥 him being jealous maybe??

Hiiiii GOOD DAY!!! I do hope this is what you were and are looking for. It took me like a whole day to figure out how to start this but I GOT IT.

Pairing: TF1!Sentinel Prime x FEM!Reader

Warnings: Fingering, jealousy, jealous Sentinel and uhhh Sentinel prime is a warning of itself.

Your stabilizing servos carried you swiftly through the hall of the Iacons medical center. You were looking for those two Mining bots who were in the Iacon 5000. You just wanted to get to them before you dearly beloved Sentinel Prime does. At least to congratulate them before him and give them the praise from those who claim a Prime as their conjux. Your optics looking room to room looking. People stopped to speak to you but you just smiled and continued to tell them you’d “catch up with them in a little.” Which was a complete lie, You just wanted to meet those mining bots. Your optics finally landed on them. Sitting there bantering between each other as you opened the door. They stopped, optics locking onto you. 

“Hi.” 

You shyly waved. Your servo reached out to them attempting to shake it. 

“I know I’m not Sentinel, but I just wanted to say what you two did is super impressive. I liked it.” 

They both stood up out of their shock smiling and each shaking your servo. They both smiled at you. Orion Pax sighs in relief when he realizes you are not going to scold him and D-16 for their actions. 

“Had me a little worried, Mrs. (Y/N). I thought you were sent down here in place of Sentinel Prime. We were hoping the punishments wouldn't be as harsh,” 

You watched as a servo came up to reach for his helm and his optics looked away awkwardly. Then D-16 stepped in to speak. His first words being an apology, and babbling about how it was all Orion's idea. You clasped your servos together in front of you and listened to him. Orion Pax occasionally chiming in to say something which would lead to more banter. You laughed, their dynamic was fresh and freeing. It reminded you of your first few decades with Sentinel and how you two would do stupid things and be scolded by higher ups to stop. 

They both continued their banter, not stopping until the door behind you opened and in stepped Arachnid her optics looking at all three of you before speaking. 

“It’s clear, especially since (Y/N) is here.” 

And around the corner came Sentinel Prime. His optics land on you first and then the miner bots. 

“I appreciate you finding them dear.” 

A servo was placed on your pelvis as he leaned in to kiss the side of your helm. HIs attention quickly turned to them, taking over the conversation and praise. You stood quietly behind the Prime. Listening as he spoke and said a bunch of nothing to them. They had taken a pause Prime thinking about what to say next before you butted in. 

“I must go, but you two Miner bots were very impressive out there. I hope to see more from you two.” 

Your voice was soft, Sentinel took note of that, You don't speak to him with that soft of a voice anymore. He felt a burning jealousy in his spark as he put on a fake smile as you retreated elsewhere. Your processor forced on what you were going to do when you left the medical center, You might as well make your way to the data pad archive. 

Your servos grabbing at the first data pad that caught your attention. Digits thumbing and optics scanning through the words. Old writing with new writing explaining things and making comments on them. You took processor notes, pointing out things that made sense and things that didn't. That was until the loud noise of the door opening caught your attention. It sounded like someone was slamming it shut. Your helm swiveled around to find the culprit and they were making their way to you quickly. He was walking with a purpose. His optics looking darker than normal HIs servos grabbed at you pushing you into the shelving behind you. His lips locking onto yours and kissing you with a passion. Your lips kissing back but not able to keep up. The data pad had fallen from your servos, making a clattering noise echo in the room. His servo moved to grip your lower jaw as he pulled back. Your own servos grabbing at his arm, He smirked at you. HIs digits turned your helm different ways as examined you. 

“You think they enjoyed hearing such praises from you, The gorgeous Conjux of the last Prime?”

His question was soft, but the tone of his words were harsh and almost insulted. How dare you give other bots the praise that belongs to him, the last prime of Cybertron. His tumb ran over your bottom lip stopping you from speaking. His optics looked down at you, removing his digit to let you speak. 

“You gave them the same praise, Sentinel. It is no different if another prime gave them the same praise.” 

He thinks for a moment you were right, but that jealousy still burns within his spark, but it's a different jealousy not the same he felt those years back over the Matrix of leadership. No, this was completely different, you were his. His conjux! You should only ever praise him, the spark or your life. His servo on your hips tightened, Lifting you up with ease. Your stabilizing servos wrapped around his waist arms looping around his upper chest plating. He moved you, turning around and placing you on the table surface. The cold surface makes you shiver almost as you think about the next actions and how they’ll go down. 

“I don't think you’re getting it, Sweetspark. You’re supposed to only praise me, Your Prime.” 

Now you understand what is going on, he's jealous, upset that two lowly miner bots got more acknowledgement than he's gotten in the megacycle. He’s not mad or angry, just jealous, he wants you to realize this one thing. You are his. His one and only. He lets go of your waist. A servos resting on your thigh guard causing your stabilizers to relax. Loosen around him, while his other servo pushed your chassis backwards. 

“Let me remind you, who your praise should always be going to.”

One of his servos makes its way between your stabilizers, two digits looking for that sweet spot before finally gaining access to your valve. He could feel the arousal leaking from you, collecting on his digits as he made small motions. His optics watching your face plating intently waiting for the exact moment you start to fall under the spell of his servos. Your lean back propping yourself up right just to be able to lean your helm on his shoulder plating, and if you look down enough you can see his digits making a mess of your valve. Your hips moving back and forth to meet him at least half and get more friction. He can tell that's what you're doing. 

Your helms back a bit and your mouth is left open as you let every single lewd noise out. No need to hold back when your Prime is the only person who can and will ever hear you. You move a bit down, your optics opening and locking with his.

“Frag,” 

It's barely heard under your moans and groans. He can see you getting close. An evil thought crossed his processor. His digits come to a slowing pace. Watching as you gasp and wiggle your hips to get friction back. Your optics open quickly and give him a sharp evil look. He shakes his head. 

“Come on, you know what you have to do to get more.” 

You couldn't believe it, he wants you to praise him so you can come on his servo. You don't even give it a second thought. Your mouth is fixing to say something but no words come out and all you can do is gasp and stare at the prime in front of you. 

“Imma need you to say something soon, Darling, or im stopping.” 

He knew what he was doing. Digits picking up in pace and slowing down just enough to keep you right there but not fully bring you over. He was cruel, cruel when he wanted something specific. Your processor can’t even think of anything to say to him. Not even a thank you seems good enough for him. Your mouth forms to say things but your processor can't force anything out, it seems to be out of words at this moment. He’s able to tell, optics watching as your life sits in his hands. He knows you have acknowledged your mistakes, but something in him just isn’t satisfied. He smiles down at you. 

“Spit it out, I know you can.” 

You close your optics, shaking your helm as your waist continues its motion. A servo is placed on your waist, pushing down to stop you from moving. That seemed to be all it took. A loud gasp leaving your mouth as you spoke shakily. 

“I’m sorry Prime, You're the only bot on whos able,” 

You paused, hips jerking up and a moan leaving you. 

“Only bot who impressed me. I'm so grateful, So grateful for your work to find the lead, leadership. Please.”

He can see the liquid pooling around your optics, that desperate sound in your vocalizer that hit his spike just the right way. It lights something within him, A primal urge to just let you have all of him. He lets out a small chuckle, his servo on your hips releasing you as his digits pick up speed.

“Good Girl, Good job.” 

His voice pushes you over in just the right way that sends jolts down your frame. Your frame shakes as your stabilizers lock around him. Your noises carrying around the room and hallways around. Your orgasm sends you shaking to prime, babbling incoherent praises in order to keep him going. You settle down a bit, taking deep breaths in as you lay all the back on the table. He pulls his digits from you, a shiver running over you after. Your optics looking down at him. You move your stabilizers, pulling them up on the table in a motion to almost getting up. His servos grab at your knee joints, stopping you. That same look in his eyes from before, as he whispers to you.

“I'm not done with you yet.” 

[sad-leon]

Tremble, Little Lion Man

Hey uhhh I realized I forgor to post this here lmao

the fic i wrote, filling @boxfullaturtles's prompt for @tmnt-write-fight :D

Prompts used: - One of the turtles gets sold like a curio at an auction house. Who bought them and for what nefarious purpose? To be a pet? To live in a zoo? To be a guard? A hitman? For entertainment? Endless possibilities - Agent Bishop has gotten his hands on one or all of the turtles, only now he's got the time he needs to do with them as he pleases. Taking samples, vivisections, bio-mechanical experiments, double mutations, medical horror, it's all on the table. The more brutal the better.

Make sure you read the tags!!

once i get some doodles done i'll post them but i havent drawn much recently aldkfjalsdjf

[theneighborhoodwatch]

hello, I’m trying to put together a detailed archive post about the different ships of welcome home since (for the most part) there is little agreement on ship names. if you don’t mind, what ship names do you use for any of the wh ships or what are ship names you’ve seen or heard about? this is quite literally for research purposes haha.

thanks for your time!

interesting! i don't keep up with WH ship names much, mostly bc i have a hard time memorizing "what's the prettiest way we can combine these two characters' Central Motifs"-type names. back in my day we put their names in a blender and we LIKED IT (/lh)

anyways off the top of my head:

i use "franklydear" for frank/eddie, which seems to be Decently popular, but i've also seen "butterfly mail" get used a lot.

i've literally never seen anything but "popstar" be used for poppy/sally. before that name got popular, i Used to call it soppy, but it's probably a good thing that never caught on lol

on a similar note, barnaby/howdy has always been "laughingstock" to me.

i Personally use "barnwally" for barnaby/wally, but "wallaby" seems to be the more popular choice By Far. which makes perfect sense imo, i just worry about the hypothetical user who's just trying to find stuff about their favorite animal, the wallaby.

i only ever saw "starflower" for sally/julie

i only ever saw "appleblossom" for wally/julie

"julaby" for barnaby/julie which i'm Pretty sure is just one artist's rarepair but that artist is really good so i feel obligated to acknowledge the ship

wally/home is a ship for me and like 2 other people as far as i'm aware bc So much about their relationship is still up for interpretation. but honestly i just call it wallyhome.

uhhh

fuck what else is there

did y'all ever decide on a name for wally/howdy, i know that's a big one

yeah that's all that comes to mind

OH i think “darlingdear” for wally/eddie comes up a lot???

[kafus]

if you ever feel up to it, i'd love to hear how you got the mew. hearing stories about people and their pokemon is really fun.

SOMEONE TOOK THE BAIT LET'S GOOO i wanted to talk about thisSDFFDKS

anyway i got my hadou mew through basically a miracle encounter - back in 2020 i was buying a lot of older pokemon games to fill holes in my collection, either games i never owned or games that i lost over the years from childhood, and as for my missing gen 3 games, i ended up going for japanese copies of firered and sapphire instead of english because having foreign carts is neat but mostly they're just a lot cheaper. buying secondhand pokemon games is always fun because often times the seller doesn't wipe or even check the save file and especially if the save file has a lot of playtime, they're like time capsules from a stranger right. so both games come in and the sapphire has nothing interesting but i'm perusing the boxes of this firered and uhhh

LMAO my initial reaction says it all, i literally just found this thing on a completely random firered cart i bought! it was not advertised to have mew in it on the ebay listing, in fact the seller i bought from sells a LOT of imported japanese pokemon games (and other gba titles) so i imagine he just has a pile of these and he picked out a random one to mail me without so much as checking what was on it.

of course mythical pokemon on gen 3 carts are dubious, it's not like it's particularly hard to gameshark a mythical pokemon, especially considering that i've gotten a secondhand file before with shit like a box full of Deoxys caught at level 2 on the first route in hoenn LOL... so i was pretty serious about checking for legality on this thing as best i could - backed up the save file and inspected it in pkhex, all data was 100% accurate to the event and also reasonable RNG wise, like normal random IVs and stuff... checked for archived versions of this event mew, none of them were identical to online injectable ones, which means the owner couldn't have downloaded and injected it... and most of all, context clues

here's ancient pictures of this mew traded to my english leafgreen so it's readable for everyone - i had not done anything with this mew yet so it's completely untouched from how i found it here. we can tell from looking at this that whoever owned this mew was training it with the exp share as its still holding it and is level 23 despite being met at level 10, and the moveset... solarbeam, mega punch, dragon claw?? very random moveset that i can only imagine a child using. this mew looks like it was played with by its owner legitimately. additionally not shown here, the firered cart had a lot of playtime and like 2/3 of the dex complete, the boxes were full of pokemon that the owner had been breeding and a few unhatched eggs, like i hatched one and it was a completely normal eevee so they may have been getting extra eevees for pokedex purposes etc.

basically i cannot 100% confirm this mew was obtained legitimately without teleporting back in time and getting that japanese movie preorder bonus myself, but there is literally nothing strange about this mew and the save file it comes from is well loved and appeared to be played by a child doing normal pokemon stuff. so for all intents and purposes, this mew is definitely legit to me. actually insane happenstance. i have never gotten anything this crazy from a secondhand file before

think of it this way. some japanese kid in 2005 preorders a pokemon movie > he goes to the store to redeem it for a mew in person. in 2005. in japan. > he plays with the mew a bit > at some point he stops playing pokemon > he sells the game to some random american seller after never wiping the save or removing the mew > the american seller buys jp pokemon games in bulk to resell on ebay so he has a ton of them and probably doesn't check them for what's on them or the old save files > when i order it from this random ebay listing, the american seller picks a random fire red cartridge out of his bulk stash and mails it to me > it ends up in my hands 15 years later after the kid first got this mew

like holy shit it's a small fucking world huh

another old convo from the RM discord because i'm nostalgic about it, i had just started talking here at the time... i'm gonna be honest the ribbon master challenge and the people i met through it genuinely changed my life and this mew came into my life at the perfect time so it means a lot to me on top of being insanely cool

anyways i went on about that longer than necessary but yeah bless my mew i love him

[purgatory-is-life]

Mechtober day 9/prompt 9-folklore

ugghhh im not full happy with/finished with this but it was FIGHTING me so ive decided to post it unfinished for now, and finish it later when writers block isn't kicking my ass

@mechtober-2024

ao3 link here-Frozen Hearts and Mirror Shards - Chapter 1 - Reality666Rift999 - The Mechanisms (Band) [Archive of Our Own]

tw, uhhh, kidnapping? i think?, probably more, lmk what i should add

Once upon a story, there was a mirror. It was an odd thing, a wretched thing. Anything reflected in it had its darkness reflected. This mirror was made by a Puppet for something well beyond the field of comprehension of said Puppet. Something Else, something so deeply Other that it would be false to call it ‘real’. A creature–though did it really count as a creature?–only of truths and copper and puppetry, it wanted to show its Puppets and those that were not Puppets the truth of the world around them.

The truth that the world is cruel, and unforgiving, and blood stained and uncaring. The world had mercy, had bouts of cruelty, had instances of clarity and kindness and darkness and vicious slaughter. And as awful as that was, the world was not sentient. It was not truly cold and evil, or kind and merciful. It was simply the world, the world that looked different through different lenses.

Once, there was a mirror. A mirror for Puppets, to see the truth and to see in different ways. However, the Puppets grew curious. They wanted to understand the truth of everything, but there were only so many things they could reach to point the mirror at, and so they sought to find a way to reflect the Thing of Truth that had given them the mirror. Unfortunately, during the process, the many experimental attempts at portals and dimension hopping and reality warping, something went awry during the last attempt.

No one’s sure what exactly happened, as every Puppet in that lab was dead. And the mirror was destroyed.

But something of that kind of power is not destroyed easily.

It spread far and wide through space and time, though the shards mostly remained concentrated in the system that the mirror was shattered in.

These tiny pieces, shards nary the size of a speck of dust, still contained that dreadful power once trapped in a mirror, but it seemed to have lost its way. It’s concentration. Perhaps it was simply dependent on whatever the shards landed in, depending on how they saw the world and the truth of what surrounded them. Perhaps its intended purpose was never what it truly did. Perhaps it was the Puppets and their Puppeteers who lied.

Whatever the case, these tiny shards contained the dreadful power once belonging to a full sized mirror. And when these shards landed in the eye of someone, they lost all sight of the good in the world, everything being shown to them only by its worst side. Though that was, assuming they weren’t one of the unlucky few who had the shards get lodged in their hearts, preventing them from ever feeling good or nice again. Or, unluckier still, if they were stuck with one in both their eye and their heart.

This was the unfortunate fate of a young lad by the name of Kay.

Kay and their best friend Gerda lived on a quaint world, not too far from the planet where the original destruction occurred. They lived in a beautiful, small village, with simulated weather and seasons making the idyllic town perfect to stay in year round. Kay and Gerda were both smart, Kay quick as a whip and fast on their feet, and Gerda clever and creative in all things. They were inseparable, practically joined at the hip. Together they could get practically anything they wanted, with Gerda’s sweet words and disarming smile, with Kay’s playful snark and unabashed confidence to snap back, they were unstoppable. Until that fateful, spring day, when Kay’s once kind demeanor and love of the world around them changed.

Gerda didn’t know what happened that caused her best friend to change. They were once so kind, and while they were still always at her side no matter what, she could call and they would drop whatever it was they were up to and come to see if they could help, they were different. Kay wasn’t the same person that Gerda was once close friends with. They were mean and brutal, and everyone turned away from them now, everyone except for Gerda, who hoped beyond hope that their friend was still there somewhere.

Months passed like this, Gerda trying desperately to keep the peace and hold onto what remained of her friend, and Kay’s attitude and their reputation only continued to worsen. When the falsified Winter hit, and with it the mechanical change of weather, so too did the snow arrive. Kay had always liked the snow, even before they were pierced by the cursed mirror.

There was something so amazing in its delicate nature, its fragile beauty, that seemed to calm the raging anger of their mind. It was so intricate, it melted just from their breath, from the warmth of their hands, and so much effort went into giving their small idyllic town snow. From the intense freezing that the weather simulator needed to do in order to turn the rain into snow crystals, to the chilling breeze that fans and motors blew through the village, there were so many little things to do in order to bring snow to their town. It was beautiful.

One day, while Kay was admiring the snow, someone arrived in town on a beautiful shuttle. It was old, but well cared for. The thing was clearly made for some degree of space travel, which was weird as no one on their planet (or in their system, really) did much in the way of space travel. It was a fascinating thing. Kay didn’t see the person it belonged to, but the beautiful shuttle annoyed them. It was so pretentious, they thought. So naturally, like any bullheaded teenager, the obvious response was to tie their old, slightly rusted hover-sled to the back of the shuttle.

This, naturally, turned out to be a bad idea.

Soon after they tied themself to the shuttle, the person who owned it returned, and it started speeding off. They held onto their sled for dear life, fully expecting to fall off at some point. But at some point, the speed of the shuttle slowed, and the person who it belonged to turned. They climbed around, sitting on the back of the shuttle as they stared at Kay, and Kay stared back.

“Well,” they said, “I probably should have expected this. There is a 57.68% percent chance that you are a being named Kay, correct?”

“Um… Yes?” Kay responded.

The person in front of them was… Fascinating. Their hair was a bright, vibrant red that Kay had never seen before, and metal plating covered the rest of their head that wasn’t covered in hair. They looked at him in a calculating manner, there was nothing but mild curiosity behind their eyes. The math and science that went into whatever it was that those metal plates were covering had to be fascinating.

“Who are you?”

The person took a minute to think. “You may call me the Snow Queen. Tell me, why did you tie yourself to my shuttle? I am going to head to space soon. It is impossible for you to survive the breach of atmosphere, much less the void of space.”

“Your shuttle confused and irritated me,” Kay admitted.

The person stared at him blankly again, and hummed. She offered them a hand. “You seem to have a story that I could use. Would you like to come to my library?”

“Yes,” Kay said, taking the Snow Queen’s hand. They were surprised when she pulled them into the shuttle with ease. She was much stronger than she appeared.

The top of the shuttle closed, and they started speeding up again. “So Kay,” The Queen began, eyes glistening with something unknown and hungry, “tell me your story. For the Archive.”

And so Kay began to talk.

[walkawaytall]

Uhhh...happy Star Wars...week? I guess? It's a thing, right? Anyway, here's this chapter several weeks early. Because I can't sit on this thing any longer. I like it too much.

Many thanks to @diplomaticprincess for acting as an early beta reader for this one!

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“Don’t worry ‘bout it,” he said, staring at the hand Leia rested on the table between them.

She chuckled softly before looking up at him through her lashes. “I didn’t say anything.”

Han looked her in the eye and shot her an easy, lopsided grin. “If you can tell me with a straight face you weren’t worryin’ about wakin’ me up, I’ll forfeit my fee for this run.”

Ever up for a challenge, Leia lifted her chin slightly, manifesting the neutral expression that had been a regularly called-upon skill since she was a pre-teen. “I wasn’t worrying about waking you up,” she said evenly. “I was merely debating bringing last night up or letting time and the delusion that you’ll forget about it eventually chip away at my mortification.” She tilted her head, smiling demurely. “But I won’t make you forfeit your fee.”

[annerly-san]

Till Death do we Part, my Ass! - Chapter 4 - "the reigning champion of claw machines remains undefeated even in death"

Summary:

Caleb pulls big brother ghost shenanigans to fend off any men within a 5 km radius of his little pipsqueak

A love and deepspace fanfic for Caleb

Alternative AO3 link:

Caleb was slowly coming to terms with his new ghost form.

The initial shock of realizing he was no longer among the living had been, well, a lot. But over time, the confusion began to wear off and was slowly replaced by a sort of strange acceptance. He couldn’t feel the cold or the heat, couldn’t touch or be touched, and he couldn’t interact with the physical world the way he used to—but he could still see her, still follow her, still watch over her.

Maybe that’s what he was supposed to do now, he thought, as he floated along behind her. He wasn’t just some wandering spirit with unfinished business, he had a purpose.

“I’m not haunting her,” Caleb reasoned as he trailed behind her.  “I’m just… following her in spirit to make sure she’s okay!”

The idea began to solidify in his mind, the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. 

“I’m just following you around… and protecting you from… uhhh… life?  So really I’m like…” Caleb let out a gasp in realization.  “A GUARDIAN SPIRIT!  YES!”

He was on a roll now. The more he said it, the more right it felt. Caleb watched as Pipsqueak wove through the crowd, and he followed quickly behind her, phasing through any passersby and objects on the road with a newfound ease. He was getting the hang of this whole ghost thing.

Pipsqueak turned the corner and Caleb followed closely behind her, his form phasing through passersby with ease. He was really getting the hang of this ghost thing.

“You should be grateful, Pipsqueak,” he mused aloud, even though she couldn’t hear him. “You’ve got 24/7 personal protection, courtesy of yours truly!”

There was a strange comfort in that thought. If he could protect her, keep her safe in ways he never could before, then maybe this whole being dead thing wasn’t so bad after all. And once he was sure she’d be okay, he could move on, wherever ghosts were supposed to go, with no regrets.

But it seemed like Caleb might be stuck in his spirit-guardian role for a good while.

Was there really this many guys hanging around his Pipsqueak?

Zayne, he could handle. They’d been childhood friends, after all. With everything Pipsqueak had been through, it was reassuring to have Zayne nearby... sort of . Caleb still thought there should be a mandatory one-meter distance between them at all times, especially since Zayne seemed to be walking that thin line between “friend” and “flirt.”

Zayne conveniently being at the café Pipsqueak frequented after work? Whatever. Caleb rolled his eyes every time he had to hear Zayne’s “I didn’t expect to see you here,” like the guy hadn’t camped out at the café for hours, waiting.

But watching the almighty world-famous cardiac surgeon get dragged off to win a mass-manufactured plushie from a rigged claw machine was pure satisfaction . Caleb grinned as Zayne failed yet again to get the plushie. Pipsqueak’s barely-concealed disappointment was written all over her face.

Caleb cackled in delight.  Some things never changed, Caleb mused. Pipsqueak was just as bad at hiding her emotions as she’d been when they were kids—not that she ever got better at it.  And Zayne, despite only being with them for short, took notice too.

“These minor miscalculations are only to be expected,” Zayne glanced wearily over at pipsqueak.  “I suppose it’s time for me to do my best.”

“I’ll cheer you on!  You got this, Doctor Zayne!”

Caleb groaned. “Pipsqueak, you don’t need to cheer him on! PIPSQUEAK-!”

Considering that he had been blown up in an explosion, so there was no true grave for him to roll over in, Caleb took to rolling over the arcade floor in hysteria instead.

Pipsqueak decided to start patting Zayne on the shoulder, back, and arm all while calling out his name alongside sweet encouragement.  Caleb wasn’t sure if his face was burning from the embarrassment or unbridled rage.

“WHY ARE YOU TOUCHING HIM, PIPSQUEAK!” Caleb swatted her hands to no avail.  “STOP CHEERING FOR HIM!  STOP-“

Caleb turned to Zayne in desperation, hoping the doctor would at least deny some of these very obvious advances in public.  But of course, doctors and degenerates both start with the letter ‘D’ and Caleb watched in abject horror as Zayne, despite being the stoic and emotionally dense asshat he was, showcased a look of enjoyment on his face.

“ZAYNE, YOU BITCH ASS MOTHERFUCKER-!” Caleb screamed again, as he decided to redirect his wrath towards the doctor instead.

The corner of Zayne’s lips turned upwards, and Caleb knew something was wrong. He glanced at the claw machine and saw that, for the first time in four attempts, Zayne had actually managed to grab hold of a plushie.

Oh, this was bad.

With Pipsqueak cheering him on and Zayne clearly enjoying it, Caleb knew it would be game over if that plushie made it to the drop. Acting on pure instinct—and the desire to stop Zayne from scoring any more brownie points with his Pipsqueak—Caleb reached through the glass of the claw machine and swatted the plushie with the strength of a true DAA fighter pilot. Maybe the years of hard training had finally paid off. Maybe the gods pitied him for killing him off so early. Or maybe Zayne just sucked at claw machines.

Either way, the plushie fell from the claw, landing just short of the drop.

”YEEEEESSSS!  YESYESYES!!!!”  Caleb cheered.  Caleb cried.  “SUCK IT, ZAYNE!”

Any regret Caleb might have felt when he saw Pipsqueak’s disappointed face was immediately replaced by the sheer joy of seeing Zayne’s.

“AHAHAHA! I thought surgeons were supposed to have surgical precision !” Caleb jumped around in celebratory glee. “Guess I gotta call the board to revoke your license now, Doctor Zayne!”

“We all have our strengths, and playing the claw machine isn’t mine,” Zayne muttered dejectedly as he stared forlorn at the still fully-stocked claw machine. 

Considering that Zayne couldn’t hear or see Caleb, it could only mean that Pipsqueak had the same thought, which Zayne was somehow able to pick up on. “I gotta thank that poker face of yours, Pipsqueak.” A surge of pride swelled in Caleb’s chest as he threw an arm around Pipsqueak’s shoulders and gave her a pat of approval for her perpetual inability to hide her emotions. “It’s truly something else.”

Zayne glanced around before locking eyes with Pipsqueak.

“Close your eyes and pretend you didn’t see anything,” he mumbled quietly.

His hands were back on the controls of the claw machine, but this time, a strange frost seemed to swirl around the claw, as if the air itself had turned freezing cold. Zayne maneuvered the claw to the nearest plushie and hit the button.

The moment the claw touched the plushie, a layer of ice formed around both, encasing them in an icy block as the claw moved toward the dropper.

Caleb’s jaw dropped in disbelief in the face of Zayne’s audacity.

“...Hey…” Caleb moved closer, positioning himself to stare right into the side of Zayne’s face. His nose was practically poking into Zayne’s cheek as he glared. “...Did you just cheat at the claw machine, bro?”

His accusations were drowned out by Pipsqueak’s loud cheers as Zayne casually grabbed the plushie and handed it over to her.

“It’s a little cold, but we got it out,” Zayne said with a small smile.

“That’s okay! I like it better this way!” Pipsqueak responded with glee, pressing the frozen plushie to her cheek.

Caleb wanted to strangle him. “What’s gonna happen when news of Linkon’s top cardiac surgeon cheating at claw machines gets out, huh?” Caleb pointed accusingly. “If you’re cheating at this, you clearly have no morals, you insidious doctor!” He thought about all the times Zayne had charged him for those mandatory DAA checkups. “GIVE ME BACK MY MONEY, YOU SCAMMER!”

“I think that’s enough for today,” Caleb heard Zayne tell pipsqueak.  The latter was clearly not happy to hear that the doctor was leaving already.  She clearly wanted more plushies to take home.

Caleb watched as pipsqueak waved goodbye to their childhood friend, glaring at the plushie in her arms offendedly.  “How does it feel to be taken home with underhanded methods, eh?”  Caleb glared at the plushie in her arms, wondering if he could make it move just enough to freak her out. Maybe then she’d toss it.

They watched Zayne leave through the exit, but Pipsqueak remained rooted to her spot by the machines.  Her eyes were fixed on the remaining plushies behind the clear glass. “I can’t just take you home by yourself. You need friends...”

Caleb sensed something was off.  Pipsqueak’s train of thought was interrupted by a voice behind her.

“There are a lot of plushies in this claw machine,” said a purple-haired man who had appeared out of nowhere.  “Today, if you want, we can bring them all home.”

Caleb narrowed his eyes, anger rushing through his system. Who was this guy?  He was so fishy looking.  Why was he talking to pipsqueak?  What’s with this familiarity and attitude with pipsqueak?  The nerves in Caleb flared to life as he stepped in between pipsqueak and the new man before her.

“Oh, Rafayel! You’re here?” Pipsqueak greeted him warmly- excitement evident in her voice.

“Rafa-who?”

Before Caleb could react, Pipsqueak phased right through him, grabbing this ‘Rafa-guy’ by the arm and dragging him to the machine next to the one she and Zayne had just been at. Caleb gasped in horror. Just how many guys were lining up to win plushies for his Pipsqueak?

“I’ll do my best to get a plushie, and you’ll do your best to cheer me on,” Rafa-guy said to pipsqueak as he positioned himself in front of the machine.

“CHEER YOU ON??? CHEER YOU ON, MY ASS!!!” Caleb threw a punch at the guy’s head and turned to shake pipsqueak’s shoulder in outrage.  “DON’T YOU CHEER HIM ON!  LEAVE HIM!!!”

“...You’ve got this all planned out, don’t you, Rafayel?” Pipsqueak pouted, tapping Rafayel’s shoulder in encouragement.

Caleb’s jaw dropped. “ PIPSQUEAK, NO!!! ” He frantically tried to remove her hand from Rafayel’s shoulder. “DON’T CHEER FOR HIM! NOOO!”

His cries were cut off by an excited squeal from both Pipsqueak and Rafayel. Caleb whipped around, staring at the machine in horror. A plushie was firmly gripped in the claw.

“NOOOOO!” Caleb lunged forward, swatting at the plushie in a frenzy of rapid hits. To his immense relief, the plushie came loose and fell back down to the bottom of the machine. Caleb sighed, a wave of relief washing over him. He’d been too hard on Zayne. This... this was worse. Now there was actually a guy good at the claw machine.

Caleb owed his friend an apology.  “ZAYNE COME BACK!!!  I WAS WRONG!!!  I’LL LET YOU MARRY PIPSQUEAK FOR REAL, PLEASE!  I WON’T EVEN PUNCH YOU THIS TIME!!!”

Caleb watched as Rafayel gripped the controls of the claw machine again, clearly not discouraged by his previous failure. This guy just doesn't give up , Caleb thought, his irritation flaring. As Rafayel dropped another coin into the slot, Caleb felt a sudden tingle shoot through his ghostly form, the same sensation he felt when he was using his Evol.

He could feel the machine. Really feel it.

“Oh, hell yes.”

The claw lowered, aiming for a particularly cute plushie that was right on the edge. Rafayel’s smirk was back as the claw’s grip tightened around the prize. Caleb’s instincts kicked in. With a flick of his wrist, the plushie shot out of the claw’s grasp and flew into the far corner of the machine..  Giddy excitement rushed through him as he came to the realization that he was able to influence the machine with his Evol, though it was limited to plushies.  As much as he would love to have the chance to use his Evol to send Rafayel flying into the Deepspace tunnel and lightyears away from his pipsqueak, he will gladly take the ability to fling plushies and mess with an already-rigged claw machine.

“What the—?” Rafayel muttered, eyes narrowing. He swiped another coin through the slot.

“Nice try, Fish Boy,” Caleb whispered under his breath, excitement bubbling up. Rafayel moved the claw again, but this time Caleb swirled his fingers, sending a wave through the plushies like a mini tornado. Every time the claw neared one, it would slip out of reach, as if the machine had a mind of its own.

Rafayel frowned and pulled out more coins. "Looks like I just need to buy more chances."

“Is your Evol being rich or something?”  Caleb rolled his eyes. “You’re not going to win anything under my watch.” The plushies scattered every time the claw came near. One after another, Caleb flung them as far away as possible, refusing to let Rafayel win even one .

With every failure, Pipsqueak’s face grew more and more disappointed. “Rafayel... you’re really bad at this,” she said with a pout.

Caleb grinned, satisfied. Yeah, Fish Boy. You are bad at this.

“Let me try one more time,” Rafayel muttered, jamming another coin into the slot.

“Nope.” Caleb flicked his fingers, sending the plushie flying yet again.

Rafayel groaned in frustration. “I swear, these things are rigged…”

Pipsqueak sighed. “Guess we’re not getting any plushies today…”

Caleb waved happily as Rafayel sulked out of the arcade, a wide grin plastered across his face. He whistled innocently, trailing behind Pipsqueak as she stomped around in frustration by the other plushie machines.

“Oh, c’mon, Pipsqueak,” Caleb chuckled. “Don’t be mad. I can help you get any plushie you want, just tell me which one!” Despite actively thwarting her plushie-collecting efforts earlier, Caleb truly wanted to help her fill her arms with as many plushies as possible— as long as they weren’t won by some other guy , of course.

Caleb knew Pipsqueak was cute. There were always guys hanging around, hoping for a chance to talk to her, even when they were younger. If Caleb hadn’t been there to hover, walk her home, and glare down anyone caught in her charm, she’d probably have no clue how much attention she attracted. It was unfortunate he was stuck in this ghostly predicament now. If he were still alive, he’d have flung any guy who got too close to Pipsqueak across the street with his Evol. But for now, he was just stuck flinging plushies around. Better than nothing , he supposed.

“Just pick a machine, Pipsqueak. I’ll help you get all the plushies in it!” Caleb placed a hand on her back as she stormed down the rows of claw machines. “Make sure to get a lot of them. I’m flinging every single one at Zayne and that stupid Rafayel if they come near you again.”

Pipsqueak finally stopped in front of a machine. “Let’s see if I can remember anything from my 101 Tricks and Tips to Winning Something from the Claw Machine !”

Caleb laughed. “Is that a real book, Pipsqueak? You’re pulling my leg.”

Before Pipsqueak could respond, another voice chimed in.

“I think I remember the techniques to win from that book. Want my help?”

Caleb whipped around, wide-eyed as a blonde guy appeared behind them. “ANOTHER ONE?!”

“Oh, Xavier!” Pipsqueak exclaimed, brightening up as her coworker appeared behind them.

Caleb groaned, throwing his head back in disbelief. “How many guys are lining up to win you a plushie, Pipsqueak?”

“I read the manual, so I’m sure I can win you the plushies this time,” Xavier said confidently.

“Oh ahahaha, you’re so sweet, Xavier.”

Caleb took a step back, sizing Xavier up. This guy didn’t annoy him as much as Rafayel’s forward advances or Zayne’s obvious crush on Pipsqueak. But there was still something about him that didn’t sit right. Xavier was quieter, but Caleb knew it was the quiet ones you had to watch out for.

Caleb wasn’t going to let Xavier play plushie champion, but considering Zayne had only won one through cheating—and Caleb had actively thwarted Rafayel’s decent play—he figured he’d give this guy a fair shot. For now .

But it doesn’t seem like Caleb needed to worry.

Now Caleb is a humble man. He doesn’t brag much. So when he says he’s the best at claw machines— the God of Claw Machines —he’s not joking.

Watching three grown men struggle to win a plushie for his Pipsqueak brought him joy beyond measure.

“OOOH!” Caleb slapped his thigh in laughter. “AND HE FUMBLES ANOTHER ONE!” Caleb cackled as the claw completely missed the plushie again. “I’d have won you all the plushies by now, Pipsqueak. You wouldn’t even bother with these guys if I were still—” Caleb coughed, stopping himself before finishing the thought. He poked Pipsqueak’s cheek with a wistful smile. “I’m the best at claw machines, remember?”

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud sigh from Xavier, who watched the claw come back empty. The air was thick with disappointment.

“It’s okay, Xavier! I believe in you!” Pipsqueak gave him a few reassuring pats on the back.

Caleb had to look away to stifle a laugh. That wasn’t convincing at all.

“What plushie do you want?” Xavier asked suddenly.

Caleb turned, aghast. “ Bro—! That’s a bold-ass statement for someone on their third attempt!”

“Hmmm,” Pipsqueak peered into the claw machine. “How about you pick?”

“I’ll choose the one that looks most like you, then,” Xavier said.

Caleb rolled his eyes and pointed to a Cheerful Tomato plushie. “Get this one, dude. This is Pipsqueak.”

He groaned as Xavier moved the claw toward Fleecy. “There’s literally no resemblance—hey, is the claw... glowing right now?” Caleb squinted at the claw, then back at Xavier. “Dude, are you cheating at the claw machine too?”

He watched in curiosity as Xavier moved the claw toward the sheep plushie. The claw confidently descended... and missed the prize entirely.

Caleb figured if he weren’t already dead, he’d probably die laughing.

Did Caleb cheat at the claw machine sometimes? Sure. But at least when he did it, it was 1) subtle, and 2) he actually managed to win the right plushie every time. Was his telekinesis an unfair advantage? Maybe. Just a little.

Xavier fumbled his fourth attempt.

“Dude...” Caleb gave him a mock-sympathetic pat on the shoulder. “Maybe it’s time to go read that manual again...”

Caleb waved farewell to the third guy who had failed to deliver on the claw machines that day. He was feeling pleased. Delighted , even. On the contrary, Pipsqueak was fuming.

“Aw, Pipsqueak, don’t be so mad!” Caleb teased as she began to walk out of the building. “It’s just unlucky today; we can try again tomorrow!”

Caleb was lost in his own little world when he noticed her suddenly stop in her tracks, her gaze fixed on an older claw machine tucked away at the back of the store. Unlike the newer, shinier machines in the front, this one was a bit more worn down.

“...Caleb?”

His heart froze. Caleb stopped dead, not daring to move. Did she just call his name? Could she see him? How could he even explain that—

But her gaze wasn’t on him.

Caleb watched in confusion as she darted towards the old machine that was tucked away near the back of the store.

“P-Pipsqueak?” Caleb called out, his voice tinged with worry as he hurried after her.

She stood still in front of the machine, her fingers fiddling with the last remaining token in her hand. Caleb traced her line of sight, peering through the dusty glass to see what had caught her attention.

Then he saw it: the familiar face of a pouting apple plushie. Its hooded eyes and pursed lips formed an adorable little pout; it sat there with two tiny arms placed defiantly on its hips.

Realization dawned on him.

“O-oh! I-It’s Caleb Jr.,” he chuckled softly, tapping the glass with a hint of nostalgia. “You remember Caleb Jr., Pipsqueak?” It was the first plushie he had ever won for her. They’d been to an arcade just like this one, and she’d named the apple plush after him, commemorating his victory—and as a playful nod to his love of apples. The bittersweet memory warmed him, but also left a lingering sadness as he gazed at the plush, still trapped behind the glass.

“D-do you still have him?” Caleb bit his lip. It had been so long; she probably threw it away or lost it. That was normal. He shouldn't feel—

“I... I lost you,” Pipsqueak’s voice trembled, barely above a whisper. Caleb’s heart sank. She was holding back tears, and he didn’t know what to do.  Caleb stared at the ground, trying to avoid the feelings of hurt rising up in his throat.  No, it’s natural, she wouldn’t have kept-

“I lost you... in Grandma’s house... in the fire...” Her voice cracked. “I-I lost everything about you…”

Those words struck Caleb like a punch to the gut, and suddenly it felt like he was burning all over again. Like he was back in that fire, losing everything. The guilt gnawed at him.

She kept it . She kept Caleb Jr. in Grandma’s house. She had kept him.

Caleb felt his heart burn and his throat choke, tasting cinder and ash as he forced himself to be calm.  She needed him. She always needed him . He couldn’t fall apart now.

“H-hey, pipsqueak,” Caleb placed a gentle hand over hers and cupping her face with the other, trying to wipe away the tears that were falling down her cheek.  “Don’t cry.  Please don’t cry.”

Pipsqueak placed a trembling hand against the glass, her body shaking as she tried to hold herself together. Caleb dropped to his knees, kneeling before her, cradling her face in his hands to catch every tear.

He hated seeing her cry.

And worse—he hated knowing it was because of him.

Her eyes, glistening with tears, seemed to stare into his as he looked up at her in reverence.  For the first time since he had passed on, he seemed to finally meet her eyes.  Her eyes seemed to stare into his as he looked up at her in reverence. For the first time since he had passed on, it felt like he was finally meeting her gaze.

He smiled woefully.

“Let’s rescue Caleb Jr. from here, hm?” he smiled at her softly as he ran his hand through her hair.  “Let’s rescue him and he’ll be with you again.  Always and forever.”

“...I’ll rescue you from here,” she mumbled softly through her tears.

Caleb felt a bolt of joy rush through him. It was as if she’d heard him—like she was responding to him. But... no, it couldn’t be. He bit his lip, swallowing the bitter feeling that rose in his chest.

He watched quietly as Pipsqueak slid the last token into the machine.

The claw jolted to life.

Caleb placed his hand above hers as she carefully maneuvered the claw over the apple plushie. “Let’s rescue him together,” he whispered.

With perfect precision, the claw descended, grasping the plushie. But as it lifted, Caleb could see it wobbling—barely holding on. The machine rattled as the claw made its way to the dropper, the plush slipping little by little.

“N-no!” Pipsqueak gasped, gripping the joystick with desperation.

Caleb sprang into action, focusing his Evol to hold the plush steady as it made its journey to the dropper.

They both held their breath.

As soon as the claw reached the dropper, Caleb let go.

The apple plushie fell into the dropper and the machine rang out in celebratory lights.

“YES!!!” pipsqueak exclaimed as she eagerly reached for the plushie, grabbing it and holding it against her in a desperate hug.  “I GOT YOU!”

Caleb let out a long sigh of relief, the tension of that single attempt finally dissipating off his shoulders.  He laughed.  “You got it, pipsqueak!”

Caleb looked on wistfully at her as she held the apple plushie tight, a tender smile on his face.  Pipsqueak held Caleb Jr. close, burying her face in the soft fabric. Caleb couldn’t help but smile wider. His heart swelled with a bittersweet warmth.

“We did it, didn’t we, Caleb Jr.?” she whispered, giving the plush a little squeeze.  “You’ve come back to me.”

Caleb watched as she stared at it lovingly, a taste of bitterness lingering on his tongue, as the object of her affections were meant for the plush and not him.

She whispered softly to the plushie, her voice barely above a murmur. “I missed you... I didn’t think I’d ever get you back.”

Caleb blinked, his breath catching. It felt like the words were meant for him, not just the plushie.

He remembered the promises he’d made to her back then. How he’d told her he would always be there for her, that no matter where life took them, he’d come back to her. And yet, here he was—so close, yet so far.

Pipsqueak’s fingers traced the edges of the apple plushie, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “You always promised to come back to me,” she whispered, pressing the plushie tighter against her chest. “You promised me that you’ll see me every day when I wake up… Liar…”

Caleb’s heart clenched. I did promise you that, Pipsqueak. I’m still here.

She let out a soft laugh, almost as if she was talking to him directly. “You’ll stay with me, won’t you?” Her voice was quiet, the words filled with a longing that tugged at his soul.

Caleb knelt beside her, his hand resting just above hers. “I’m right here,” he whispered, knowing she couldn’t hear him, but wishing she could.

Then, softly, Pipsqueak murmured, “I’m so happy that you’re here with me, Caleb…”

Caleb froze.

Caleb. Not ‘Caleb Jr.’

She blinked, biting her lip, staring down at the plushie in her arms. “Oh sorry… Caleb Jr.,” she corrected herself as she petted the plushie affectionately. But the name lingered in the air, heavy with meaning.

Pipsqueak gave the plush a gentle squeeze, her smile soft but bittersweet. “You’ll always be with me, won’t you?”

Caleb smiled through the ache in his heart, knowing the answer even if she couldn’t hear him. “Always, Pipsqueak. Always.”

As she rose to leave, her grip on Caleb Jr. never loosened. Caleb followed closely behind, his gaze soft, as if the two of them were leaving the arcade together, just like old times.

And for now, that was enough.

[sarah-sandwich-writes]

20 Questions - Fanfic Writer Edition

I was tagged by both @writer-or-whatever and @jmrothwell so I suppose I better do it 😅 Thanks guys!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 42 (*gasp* am I Miles Morales?)

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 1,265,660 lol

3. What fandoms do you write for? currently just Spider-Man but I used to write for Supernatural and before that Harry Potter. I'm a one obsession at a time kinda girl.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Paradise (spread out with a butter knife) - 72k spideypool soulmates au

Don't Freak Out - 136k parkner rivals to lovers speedrun

A Peach Like You - 73k parkner featuring autistic!peter, loveatfirstsight!harley, and a cringe self insert as the villain of the week lmao

The Distance Between (You and Me) - 29k parkner bodyguard au

You're Freaking Out - 166k sequel to DFO featuring plot (wow!) and Miles (yay!)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

My dudes I try. I know I'm not very consistent and I have a tendency to disappear for months at a time, but I read and cherish each one.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't really do angsty endings lol I think the closest I've gotten is Lay Me Down - 8k destiel major character death--lowest kudosed fic out of all 42 lmao

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

This is an impossible question. I am like the queen of happy endings? You want me to rank them??? Fine, it's You're Freaking Out. Best 10k epilogue in the land. Oh hey also I just noticed it has 997 kudos. May I humbly request 3 more pretty please?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No. Closest was when someone complained on one of my destiel fics about the grocery store not having plastic bags and needing a quarter in order to obtain a cart. I specifically remember they said, "I hate when writers do this," and went on to complain about us making up obviously fake stuff that pulls them out of the story. Like, first of all you're complaining about storytellers making stuff up ??? okay. And second, it was an Aldi. A real grocery store. That I didn't make up.

I had to take a day to cool off before I responded and then they were like oh yeah, my roommate told me when I complained to them, you responded to this really nicely though! WHICH folks LET ME TELL YOU made me angrier lol Like you found out you were wrong and didn't even come back to edit/delete/apologize for your comment???

Anyway after that I internalized that you don't know what kind of lived experience your commenters have so some comments should be taken with a grain of salt. Which is a double-edged sword bc sometimes I get really nice enthusiastic comments and read it like, okay but what if this person is 12 and read it at 2am in a fit of delirium and this is their first fic ever and it's actually not as good as they think haha

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I doooo. I haven't published any since I wrote for spn but I have a parkner pwp ready to go as soon as I muster up the nerve.

I have no idea how to interpret the question "what kind" lol uhhh the hot kind? pffft

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I have but I never published them. Again, these were for spn which is hella fun to play with merging into other canon. I started but never finished spn crossovers with Firefly, The 100, The Hunger Games, Criminal Minds, Agents of Shield, and Teen Wolf. I think that's all of them. I've been thinking about putting all of my abandoned wips on AO3 for archive purposes, but idk still noodling on it. I wish there way a way I could elect to post without notifying my subscribers :/ Or at least send them a message warning them that I'm about to be incredibly annoying

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of 🙃

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes!! A few now! The ultimate kudo in my opinion, and one I never expected <3

The wonderful @bluettspetal has translated An Insignificant Problem, Undercover? I thought you said under covers..., and Completely and utterly devoid of sex appeal into Russian with plans to translate more.

And Faaayeee42 on AO3 translated Paradise (spread out with a butter knife) to Mandarin Chinese.

I'm forever blown away by this.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope! Done some brainstorming a few times but nothing that has evolved into actually writing out a shared thing. Not sure I'd be any good at it tbh. I'd probably be a very frustrating writing partner.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Peter Parker/Harley Keener. They're good boys.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

My Infinity War time travel fix it (make it worse) fic 😔 It's got so much potential but it is perpetually at the bottom of the to-do list.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and developing relationships

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

mother fucking action sequences and like, coming up with The Plan (the evil kind and the ones to take down the evil kind)

This silly little graphic I made for You're Freaking Out where Harley mocks The Plan made by the spider dumplin gang was initially one half of my brain negging the other half about being shit at making Plans and I decided that it might as well manifest as the characters lmao

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Eh. It's fanfiction, you know? Do what you want. Experiment. Try your best to do it justice. Accept that some people are going to let their eyes blur and skim over it while others will pick it apart but most will exist somewhere in the middle. Just write what you want to write, how you want to write it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

*sigh* Harry Potter. Looking forward to my own post getting gobbled up by my block list lmao

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Goodness gracious how do I even decide? I think Peaches Ain't Pretty is my favorite. It's the fic that showed me beyond a shadow of a doubt that I can step outside of fanfiction and write whatever I want and be just as satisfied, if not more.

[maryjanewatson]

🎁 💕 💡 🎨

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

oh boy. uh…so many. for the purposes of this question though i’ll share a bit that i have not been able to stop thinking about since i wrote it. now if only i could finish the thing it’s in…

“I heard you had a wife back in England,” Gyro says, pausing in the middle of his sentence to lick his fingers. “You miss her?”

He can’t believe what he’s hearing. He blinks, head still swimming. “She’s dead.”

“That isn’t what I asked!”

“It was a stupid question.”

“Did you like her? Or was it one of those arranged ones?”

“It suited our purposes. I don’t—“

“What the hell kind of answer is that?! You were married! Swore an oath to each other! And that’s all you have to say about it?”

Gyro’s eyes are huge, opened too wide. He’d paused in the middle of cleaning his fingers, the smallest one still glistening with spit. His lipstick’s almost entirely gone, only a faint smudge of hideous green at the corners of his mouth. This close, Diego can see the hairs he’d missed shaving, the shadow of a mustache growing after a day without a razor. Traces of slickness still cling to his chin, his cheeks.

He’s ugly like this, Diego thinks.

“You’ve never married,” Diego says.

they’re so gross. they’re so…gross…and i’m so obsessed with the concept of this conversation i have to spend 900 years thinking about it.

💕 What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

honestly it’s this elden ring one

i really enjoyed writing it and i still think the d-rogier situation is SO entertaining. i really like the vibe that i managed to capture with this one and feel like it’s tonally consistent and fitting with the style of the setting, it maintains that fun fromsoft ambiguity and i just am really happy with it! yeah!

💡How many WIPs do you currently have?

uhhh. i’ve got…3 diegyro oneshots at various stages of progress, a separate document full of potential diegyro oneshot wip ideas, then i’ve got the two…three. three longfics (technically collaborations with per!) that are extensively bulletpointed and i think about them often but are likely to never be finished. one day maybe…i would love to bring at least 2 of them into reality. one is just kind of a steel ball run retelling/au situation that doesn’t have much to do with shipping, the second is a plot-heavy sequel to that retelling and it’s kind of a diegyro manifesto in a way. and the third is a diegyro “bad end” au that turns out…not so bad? it just takes years to get to that point.

i also keep thinking about writing a bloodborne au but that’s in the oneshots folder. i just started a bodyswap fic…sigh.

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

oh jeez. i think rogier taking off the gloves or d trying to cover the armor’s eyes from the elden ring one would be fun. there’s some bits from some of my diegyro wips that i would loveeeee to see fanart of but they’d have to be finished in order for that to happen…anything to do with the corpse eyes and the doubling is always awesome though i get so excited. ugh or the diegyro nasty woundcare situation i’ve got cooking in a wip…or ok this isn’t my fic it’s one of per’s but the scene with dream gyro kneeling down to kiss diego and also take his head is one i’ve wanted to draw for YEARSSSSS but haven’t managed to yet.

thank you for asking this was fun. i hope you enjoy diego gyro hour

[observer-zenith]

"Mankind is dead, but the Voyagers will continue to live on, carrying the memories of a world that is no more."

"Tartarus was not always the barren wasteland that it is now. Years prior to the departure of humans, they created a 'token' of their existence; a more primitive, synthetic lifeform that could last an eternity, as a reminder of what once was a prosperous world. Named after their forefathers which served a similar purpose, Rovers were made to observe and maintain the lowest layer of their world."

hey there! welcome to the OZ tumblr blog that i will update once in a blue moon . i also kinda needed a place to archive art with tags so umm uhhh hiii . i hope you enjoy your stay here! there will be 4 mods here; Teo, Rosie, Carl, and Schoko — i (Teo) mostly work on the art related stuff so ill be the one posting frequently here!

fair warning that while i do try to keep things lighthearted here, take note that there will often be depictions of mainly violence and mechanical gore, discussions about trauma, death and the like, and a lot of religious themes. (the last one is one of the main driving plot point, to be fair...) posts will be tagged with content warnings if neccessary of course!

while youre at it why not check out @the-blackhole-discord ? hosts the most active mwf discord that i know with lots of awesome people and equally awesome activities ! see you there !!

there will be content under the cut here soon