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[yanderelmk]

Paternal Syntax Hours B/c I'm In A Mood

A/N: Sometimes I just need to do a lil scribble to get my brain going, have a lil autistic Syntax headcanon & drabble with a smol spider demon. The Spider Queen's technology had begun advancing towards a fraction of what it had once been, and that meant there were resources enough for Syntax to generate another spider demon. This time Syntax decided to use a measure of his own DNA to see if his intelligence could be replicated. The result was a little spiderling who the queen absolutely adored. Huntsman and Goliath's developments had been accelerated for the sake of necessity, and Syntax wanted see how a 1/3rd human spider demon's development differed from a full-bred spider demon's. While typing up an update regarding the child's growth and development, Syntax frowned as he re-read the report in full. After checking that it was around noon, he stood and went to make his way to the kitchen. There would be the toddler and Huntsman, who was very frustrated and trying to hand the kid a ham-and-cheese on a little plate. The exasperated demon turned to Syntax and said, "Can you deal with your brat? I made his food exactly how I always do and now he's refusing to eat it." The toddler looked close to tears, but Syntax had a feeling it was more than general toddler upsets. "Small one, why don't you want your food?" Syntax asked calmly, kneeling down to his level. "No!" The toddler shook his head, trying to give the plate to Syntax. "It looks fine to me, is it..." The scientist pointed to the bread itself and asked, "The bread type?"The toddler shakes his head said. "Is it the ham, is there something wrong with it?"Another head shake. "Do you not like the crust?"A smile lit up the child's face and they nodded. "Ahhh, I see." Syntax turns to Huntsman. "Normally I just get them off since he doesn't like them, it's never really a big fuss."Huntsman crossed his arms, calmer now that the issue was identified, and looked down at the kid. "If that was all, you could've just said so, little buddy." His tone is still frustrated, but it's obvious he's trying to keep a more gentle tone.When the toddler looked down, his pointed ears lowering sadly. Syntax just patted the child's head and said, "It's almost time for you and Goliath to watch that show you like, why don't you go wait for him while I fix your food?" The small kid smiled, hugged Syntax, and ran off for the living room. When he did Syntax set the plate on the counter and began digging around for the proper knife. As he did so, he said to Huntsman, "I noticed some interesting patterns in behavior when I was typing updates about his personal development: being upset if routines are broken more than the usual toddler degree, noises that are at low volume to us greatly distressing him, preferring certain materials over others. He also speaks in mainly one-word sentences while most toddlers his age speak up to three-word sentences. All of these are behaviors I had with my age and can be indicative that the young one has autism like I do. When I was a human, my family did have several autistic members who were non-verbal or semi-verbal. It's likely my genetic history led to this developing." Huntsman frowned and peeked his head out of the kitchen to look at the toddler who was now sitting beside Goliath on the couch, his favorite cartoon playing on the TV. "Should...what does that mean? Is he gonna be okay?" "If I didn't know any better, Huntsman, I would say you were worried." Huntsman let out one of his growls which Syntax ignored. "It just means we must have more patience when speaking with him. At three his emotions are already primitive, to not be able to properly communicate what's distressing must be very frustrating. In other words..." He lifts the plate. "We care for him as part of the family, and above all else we don't treat him like a freak in a zoo. I could be completely wrong, it is just something we will have to keep in mind."

[sleepypdng]

any guy can be a babygirl but it takes a man to be a single mother 👾

[meephisto-underscore]

guys u dont understand the Syntax & MK au is so dear to me (i literally havent said anything abt it)

also i was too lazy to draw Huntsman im sorry-

[themetallicnemesis]

Took me a while to finish these requests cause i was busy but here you go!!

[skellebonez]

Prompts still closed- WIP List Update!

A new prompt list will be reblogged and pinned when I open them back up, but for now here's a progress update!

White incomplete and not being worked on but progress was made, Green actively being worked on, Blue and crossed out finished, Pink hiatus but will be continued, Red and crossed out dropped.

Cotton Tails and Borrowed Time 10/11

CTABT after story one shots

SFAUT chapter Fuck If I Remember I just Know They’re All Suffering

White Bone Spirit Mac 2.0 (it got a major rewrite)

Tang and MK try to escape Macaque

Jin and Yin realize THEY CARE

Tang and Pigsy being HOPELESSLY ROMANTIC for the 87th time

Extra Assistance AU part 2: this time with more crackship

Yin, Jin, and Mei try to Heist Flower Fruit Mountain

SilkTea: everyone knows and you’re bad at keeping secrets

SilkTea except it’s Huntsman realizing MK is really traumatized and chooses to help him train post S2 and Sandy realizes he has it bad

PHANTOM THIEVES. You know who you are person who sent this in.

Mei forcing Macaque to take a day off in Cursed AU

Secret Relationship SpicyNoodles Except It Was Never Secret

Wanna know what happens when a mutating venom that erases your memories starts to wear off and you remember you fell in love with someone you mutated and they are now in constant pain due to your life choices? No? YOU’RE GONNA ANYWAY.

*points at Macaque* this man is immortal in the most painful way and you’re gonna read about it

*shakes Wukong* TALK ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS

CRAFT BATTLE

Mei drags Macaque on a Jin and Yin mission. Things go poorly for everyone else involved.

SPIDER MOM CAN’T SHOW HER SON ENOUGH LOVE AND IT MAKES HER SAD

The Himbros realize MK deserves a better family in Swap AU

LMK and Nezha New Gods Reborn crossover

A fill that I may scrap for reasons i need to ask the requester

The Spider Demon Trio go to Sandy for help and a place to stay

post s2 Tang being Very Dad at both MK and Wukong

KAIJU BATTLE KAIJU BATTLE KAIJU BATTLE

Huntsman discovers cat therapy

SpicyNoodles fluff

People realize Macaque can SING

The strangest crackship I ever got in my inbox but this is a surprise (I tried my best but I just... cannot think of anything to write for this that comes out well. I am very sorry.)

RedxReader (I am not comfortable writing RedXReader I am very sorry.)

Macaque is the protective dad whether he admits it or not

INVERTED MK WILL MAKE YOU TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT

Macaque accidentally scared the shit out of Mei in the Parents AU

Macaque and Wukong still hate each other but can’t fight because now they’re on the same side and have to come up with more… creative ways to fight. Like Twister.

A deaged Macaque fic

MacaqueSandy: and there was only one bed.

ShadowVenom

Premonition AU

Cookie Run Crossover

Secret Syntax related project

Li-Ming's story

InkyPages 2

Season 3 fic I am waiting for the dub to drop to post.

[squishmallow36]

Keeper of the Lost Prepositions - Ten

Word count: 1.7k

Tw: Fitz is a mess, once again

Note: This one is in Fitzy's PoV

Taglist (lmk if you want to be added / removed): @stellar-lune @ichor-on-my-hands @kamikothe1and0lny @nyxpixels @snowflakewolves @poppinspop @crystallinewalker @uni-seahorse-572 @tiergan-andrin-alenefar  @books-over-boys @florida-llama-46 @when-wax-wings-melt @k00laidcrush @bowlcut-boyfriends @good-old-fashioned-lover-boy7 @dexter-dizznee

On Ao3 or below the cut! Other chapters can be found here

    I tear my hands through my hair, irritated with Biana because she just won’t leave me alone. 

    I want to get angry about Alvar, Keefe, my failing dating life, and every single other thing, but for some stupid reason I can’t. 

    Anger makes everything easier to process. Well, except for when the world makes sense again, and you have to make sense of the aftermath. That you caused.    

    Because you yelled at the only people who actually care about you.

    I guess part of me isn’t willing to get angry at Sophie because I remember what always happens when I calm down. Prime example: I think we all remember when Dad’s mind broke. 

   Biana leaves me alone for a total of seven minutes before knocking on my door again. 

   I call, “Go away, Biana!”

   “Since when am I Biana?” she replies, mimicking Dex’s voice. She learned how a little while back because she knew it would annoy me to no end.

    Exasperated, I say, “I know you can mimic, so drop the act.”

    I hear a little bit of metal scratching against metal, and then the lock on my door pops open. I see Dex picking the lock, and I fling Mr. Snuggles at his head.

    Unfortunately, he’s harder to throw than the average goblin throwing star, so he hits the door and reflects back toward my bed. 

    “What did he do to deserve that?” Dex asks, picking up the red dragon and brushing him off.

    I answer with nothing more than a glare. Dex gives Mr. Snuggles a quick squeeze and hands him back to me before sitting on the edge of my bed. 

    “So Biana recruited you now, too.” 

    He replies, “I could give you the answer you so obviously want to hear but...yeah.”

     “I’m fine. You don’t have to be dragged over here to check on me. Go back to whatever you were doing.” I snap, flipping onto my other side, so he wouldn’t keep bothering me.

    “We have one problem with that. Well, actually two. First, Biana scares me and if I don’t come in here and fix you, her verb, not mine, then I have to face her wrath, and I know from experience with my siblings that you don’t want that to happen. Second, the phrase—actually it’s a clause but whatever—‘I’m fine’ usually means anything except for that. It’s like sarcasm but easier because it’s true most of the time instead of the guesswork involved with my brain and sarcasm. That was a lot of words.” 

    He’s okay at making mini-speeches, I guess, and he does make a point about Biana. It’d be nice if he was still speaking to me after this whole thing with…everything. 

    “So there’s nothing you should be doing right now that I’m interrupting?” I ask—Biana can deal with it if he’s busy and I refuse to go anywhere. 

    “I was visiting Foster and Hunkyhair at the Healing Centre but there was nothing I could do other than threaten him to wake up, so yeah. And my gadget stuff is better on which to work at night. Somehow I’m more productive when it’s dark out. I don’t know why. So, you can’t get rid of me that easily!” 

    I smile slightly at the combination of his grammar-conscious syntax and the joke at the end reminiscent of Keefe. When everything was simple. And we were still friends…

    I mean, nothing has ever been simple—I’ve been searching for Sophie since I was six, and Keefe had to deal with his parents, but knowing I could go to my best friend for anything was comforting. I mean, as long as it wasn’t classified, but still sometimes then. Don’t tell Dad. 

    That train of thought made the small smile drop off my face faster than a gremlin disassembles everything in its vicinity.

     I roll onto my back, staring at my ceiling, something I seem to do more and more often these days. 

    I sigh, and Dex says, “Okay, so where, exactly do we want to start? More specifically, where do we start so that I can escape perfect Vackerland faster?” He smiles, flashing his dimples for a second, and it lightens the tension in the room slightly. 

    “One sec,” I say, picking my head up and yelling, “Biana I know you’re in here!” 

    She becomes visible in the darkest corner, asking, “How’d you know I was here? I’ve been practising staying still and everything…”

    ��Easy. But I’m not going to tell you all my secrets, now am I?”

    As soon as she walks out of the door, I relock it so that she can’t manage to slip back in. Oh, come on, Dizznee. Now you made me think about ending a sentence in a preposition. 

    Dex immediately asks, “So how did you know that she was here?”

    I keep my voice low, knowing Biana is probably standing outside my door listening, and I don’t have Keefe’s skill at ramming the door into eavesdroppers, unfortunately. 

    “Pro tip: just say it to any room that appears to be empty, especially if you know she isn’t supposed to be there. Best case scenario, she’s there and has no idea how you found her, worst case scenario, you look a little crazy talking to yourself.”

    Dex nods like he understands completely, which he probably does, considering he has to deal with three siblings on a daily basis. And they haven’t even manifested yet, which isn’t surprising considering they’re twelve, but I’m scared for the world if—no, when—that happens. 

    I’ve got to remember to not be the privileged jerk I was unintentionally raised to be. 

    “So I’m guessing fixing things with Foster would probably be the best course of action to get you functioning again, and, as an added bonus, I’ll find a way to convince the Forklenator that I should be let back into Watchward Heath to look for Alvar, Godzilla, or anyone else relevant,” Dex says, getting the conversation back on track. 

    “Somebody sounds like the Keefster today,” I note.

    “That somebody has been spending way too much time with Lord Hunkyhair, and also is a bit disappointed that you didn’t get their human reference. Gonna have to tell Foster about that one.” 

    There’s something in that sentence that sounds weird, and it took me a second to realise he said ‘about’ slightly off. I hadn’t noticed it before for some reason, or I had and not cared enough to ask. Anyway, I figured now was as good of a time as any. 

    “Dex,” I begin, not quite sure how to phrase it, “the way you pronounced ‘about’ was different from most other elves, so is that like a human thing, or a Dizznee thing, or just a Dex thing? Explain yourself.”

     He burst into laughter at my question, and says, “Sorry” when he found me glaring. 

    “Sorry, it’s not a dumb question or anything like that, but coming from the guy with the most recognizable accent in the Elvin world it’s funny because you say everything weirdly. I guess it’s a combination of the former two—my house is located near the human country of Canada, so I guess my voice might have been influenced by the surroundings even though I’ve never met any humans around there, and I haven’t noticed anything weird with my parents’ or siblings’ pronunciations of anything so it’s probably a Dizznee thing.”

    A bit of silence that was less awkward than expected stretched before Dex says, “Enough about my sort of history, geography, and weird accent lesson—“ He stops when he sees me smiling, “—What now?”

    “You said ‘about’ again…” I begrudgingly admit. 

    He sighs and continues, “Back to the reason that I’m here. At least half the reason you’ve destroyed your room over the past few days is because of Foster, yes? And you’re regretting breaking up with her, yes?” He waits for me to nod.

    “So do you think you would be willing to go down to the Healing Centre and lay your heart on the line? I mean, even if you get rejected, which is highly unlikely—take it from her best friend,” he adds when I give him a look, “at least you’ll know that you tried.”

   “I don’t think it’s that simple. She’s unmatchable.” I can tell as soon as the words leave my mouth that it’s a bad decision on my part. 

    “Being a Bad Match isn’t the worst thing in the world, Fitz. Yes, we all know you’re a Vacker, whoop de doo, and there’s never been a Vacker Bad Match, but, you know, if it’s truly what you want, then there’s no need for a stupid piece of paper to tell you who you’re allowed to marry—and I know I sound like Ro but she’s right.”  

    I can tell he’s pretty proud of that little speech there. I decide to give him a little something for his efforts. 

    “Fine. But you don’t get to be there. And neither do you, Biana. I know you’re listening.” I raise my voice towards the end, even though I know she will be able to hear me even if I whisper. She has the ears of a Goblin. 

     We walk over to the Leapmaster—note to self: carry a crystal to the Healing Centre. We go there often enough. 

    I call, “Foxfire,” and the crystal makes its path of light.

    But, before he lets me go, he says, “If at all possible, get Sophie to take a break. She’s been there since Loamnore, and I doubt she’s slept since either. Or before, for that matter, but get her to go home and relax for a few hours.  Maybe take a shower and eat a pan or two of Mallowmelt while she’s at it.”

    “I can do that as long as you don’t tell Biana about any of this. I will find out.”

    The last thing I hear before the light carries me away is Dex saying, to Biana I assume, “I’m not even an Empath and I can feel the disappointment radiating from you.”

[meephisto-underscore]

I FINALLY FINISHED WRITING THE FIRST PART OF THE MONKIE CODING AU SERIES YIPPEEE

this took like. way too long.

to quickly sum it up, MK starts turning into a monkey in s2 and so Syntax steps in to help yay

[iceemoondemon]

I SEE SCROLLTECH

Took me a while to finish these requests cause i was busy but here you go!!