#md fic

[ziekkfreak2-0]

Okay. So.

I'm like. So swamped with stuff to do even though! It's!! December!!!

That's not to say I haven't been working on it. It's just that a lot of it is rough ideas and sketches, and even then it's been a while since I've made presentable concept art.

The presentable concept art in question:

The most feasible thing for me to do at this time is to just. Answer asks abt the AU. And occasionally drop small bits of writing. I'm mainly an artist tho, so tell me what you guys want. To wait 5 bajillion years for more lineups, or to be fed bits and pieces of actual story.

But ☝️ if you want a sneak peak into what happens in the manor, there is this WONDERFUL fic written by @entitiy-4 called Processor Upgrade on ao3. It's short, but I think you'll find it leaves quite the impact (just like Z, hehehe).

They're a genuinely amazing writer and have been feeding me so many ideas and writings for this AU that ISN'T EVEN DONE YET?? What the fuck.

GO READ IT!!!

SURPRISE IT'S A SWAP AU!!!

...kinda. These are their initial designs at the start of the series. So... Their pilot designs!

As always, rambling below the cut (as well as the cast in ep 2).

I love Dead Lmao. They're my favorite character.

AU PREMISE:

Swap AU but N, V, and J go to a private school. And the disassembly drones are vaguely bug themed.

UNORGANIZED THOUGHTS:

🔺 The private school Nexus, Virtue, and Julie go to has a very strict dress code. They enforce bleached hair, white eyes, a headband with their number on it, and a monochrome uniform. The only exception being that accessories can be any color.

🔺 NVJ are all orphans, and their school also doubles as an orphanage.

🔺 I'm gonna explain it in each of their solos, but I swear I have a reason for Virtue and Nexus' goofy ahh names LMAO.

🔺 Elliott manor and Tessa still exist, buuut things go a bit differently.

🔺 Not completely sure what Nori, Khan, and Yeva's roles will be atm, but they're going to be senior WDs at Elliott Manor.

🔺 You can probably guess who the solver's host is based on the color, right?

🔺 This is a swap au, but certain roles will remain the same (for example: J dying. Get blasted, idiot.)

🔺 Lizzy and Thad (called L and T in this AU) are the other two Disassembly Drones alongside Z.

🔺 Cyn, Tessa, L and T are probably gonna come up in the next lineup. Giggle =}

The rest of the info (mostly the character design-specific ones) will come up as I post their solos + doodles.

SOLOS:

JULIE SOLO: 🖋️

VIRTUE SOLO: 🍏

NEXUS SOLO: 🐾

COMICS:

(mostly shitposts atm)

"Doll's gonna massacre the gala!", "Pocket-sized bug", "Girl just pick a damn outfit", "You will surely not regret eating: 50 slices of cheese"

CONCEPT STUFF:

Julie Doe, Spooky Z, DD Uzi, The Cylly, Disassembly Drone Diagram, Info Dumping

[igotthis-egg]

I love drawing middle aged men😻 Here’s Khan~

Btw am I like the only one in this fandom that really likes Khan?? I understand the reasoning behind why you guys don’t like him, but I like the fact that he’s not a static character and is actively trying to improve himself. I am a certified Khan lover. Argue with the wall.

[tastefulbean]

While my hand is recovering, I’ll take the time to hype up my MD fic being released later this week >:))

It’s a human AU with wacky shenanigans, nuzi content and horror elements!!

I have art for it up on my tumblr teeheee

[arobotjester]

chapter 5 of my fic DYFM is nearly done, so you know what that means!! out of context meme image based on a moment from the chapter!!

[rory-multifandom-mess]

Cold, cold, cold. My foot steps slow, dragging in the snow. I can't remember how long I've been walking, Holding my arms and biting my tongue. Cold, cold, cold. Everything is wrong, Why am I here? Cold, cold, cold. They'll come back for me. They have to. Alone, alone, alone. Can't think, can hardly breathe. My metal creaks beneath my chest. Is this where it ends? Alone, alone, alone. System failure, inevitable end. Is it too late to be saved? Alone, alone, alone. They aren't coming back for me, are they. -------

I like doing teasers for stuff, since it keeps the hype going. So expect little teasers for Frostbite in the Lair of the Solver like this to be semi-frequent :3

[15depressedducks]

Flowers Can Grow in Concrete C17

Why? Why? Why?WHy?WHy?WHY!WHY!WHYWHYWHYWHYWHY- No, Breath, Your calm, Your stable, Your professional. Don’t pay it any mind! She is just a toy, something that will break soon! They’ll learn to not get attached! 

First it was N. He is the one responsible for this. But that wasn’t unexpected! What was unexpected was V. She got weak, and caved for it. It’s her fault! Not mine! 

Then N decided to fight back! To not listen to me! So I let him go, and then he thinks he can KEEP DOING IT!? THEN V!? Then N thinks he can walk away from me in thE MIDDLE OF A CONVERSATION! THEN HE THREATENED ME AND THEN TO CHOP OFF MY AR- “N! WAKE UP! LET GO!” What’s going on down there? 

J peaked over her nest. Was one not enough?… Oh, no they had the pile of scrap between them, so cuddles, fun.

“N! Please!”

“Ehehehee! But you're the one who did it!”

“No! You were!”

“Well the other ni-” N teased.

“Shut it! Shut it! Shut it! Shut it!” Ugh, she sounds like a child, ironic really. N moved away from her.

“Now, let me think about what we cou-Ghak! Uzi!” The thing had jumped onto V. Heh. Deserved~! She smirked to herself.

“Hehe! I got you mom!” J’s brows furrowed. M-Mom?! Did V encourage this?! No, she didn’t, it looked like she locked up when it said that…

“Come on Z, Leave V alone.” N spoke softly.

“Awh, she never plays with us!” It was sitting on V, arms crossed and pouting.

“Get off me or I’ll leave you in N’s nest.” V said in a gruff voice.

“N will just get me!” It had a smirk on its face.

“Not if I do it when he’s gone~!” she moved her head around.

V made eye contact with J, then displayed ‘TTYL’ on her visor. What in the corporate agreement is she on about? V looked back to her makeshift family.

J frowned her brow. Tired from looking at the happy gross family she crawled back into her nest. She began to move some blankets around till she found a wooden chest made for toys. She opened it up, inside were some fabric and stuffed animals. Small and big, accurate and colorful, old and new.

The fabric that was in there was light blue plaid on a white background, soft mint green with lilac dots on it, and a light orange with a moody pink in the pattern called hound’s tooth.

She had a variety of animals: a dark blue bat that needed to be fixed, a lama with pink wool, a brown wyvern that you could shape and twist, a gray wolf with blue eyes and white patterns, a human-ish black cat sitting down with gray toe beans and green button eyes, a shark with a 6-pack, a blahaj, a penguin that had a rabbit eared hoodie, a black blob that looked like a gingerbread cookie with white circles for eyes, a normal zebra that had rainbow stars on it’s fur, and a light blue whale.

J grabbed the whale and held it tight. Tears formed as she put the chest away. She curled up with the whale and cried quietly.

They are replacing me.

They want me gone.

They think I'm useless.

They should kill me.

They have a replacement already.

They know what to do.

I was too rough.

I was too rude.

I was too heartless.

I was too careless.

I was too self centered.

I was too blind.

No one cares.

No one wants me.

No one is here.

No one is warm.

No one is looking for me.

No one wants me.

Why did I have to come back.

Why did I have to be so rude.

Why did I have to hurt them.

Why did I have to live again.

Why did I have to forget my life.

Why did I have to feel.

I should have died.

I should have stayed in the pile of corpses.

I should have had the elliots kill me.

I should have helped.

I should have been kind.

I should have fought harder.

What’s the point.

What’s the meaning.

What’s the purpose of me.

What’s the end goal.

What’s the way to stop hurting.

What’s the meaning of safety for me.

What’s the life I want.

I’m broken.

I’m unrepairable.

I’m unfixable.

I’m hurt.

I’m hollow.

I’m a shadow.

Something that should be left.

Something that should be broken.

Something that should be hurt.

Something that should be killed.

Something that should be gone.

Something that should be forgotten.

J clenched her teeth, it played like static in her mind. She felt like she was being consumed by a void. She grabbed her tail and stabbed her hand, she barely flinched from the pain. She let her hand decay. It was a weak pain, one she was used to.

It had melted so much to the point she couldn't move her fingers. It left a nice round circle before J popped it in her mouth. Her mind began to wander again.

Heart pulled from her chest slowly, feeling all the pain.

An empty shell.

Deader than the trees.

Deader than the humans.

Deader than the drones she had killed.

She was falling without her wings.

Some days the sun didn't seem half bad.

She could be free.

She could stop living in this hell.

Not forced to be a sheep to the Shepherd.

The Shepherd.

The Shepherd is to blame for this hell.

The Shepherd.

The Shepherd thinks it's a game.

The Shepherd.

The Shepherd slaughters those it dislikes.

The Shepherd.

The Shepherd uses us like toys.

The Shepherd.

The Shepherd.

J cried herself to sleep, thoughts just looping over and over. 

—————

J woke up groggy. Something must have woken me… She shoved the whale under her pillows and she saw V’s claw pulling her up. Oh, right, she wanted to talk.

“What do you want?” J spat out

“Are you ok?” V looked at her with a concerned look. No, don’t break now, stay strong, stay resilient.

“I’m fine,” J said duly.

“You don’t look fine… Your hair is a mess, your clothes are wrinkled, I heard you cry early, so let me ask this again. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine!” J snapped back, she bared her teeth. “And I wasn’t crying!”

“We both know that I have the best hearing here, so do you want to try that again?”

“I’m Fine.” A low growl emerged from her voice box.

V looked unamused. “Follow me.”

“Why.”

“I said we would talk, now follow, I have stuff to show you.”

J just glared at her, tail flicking around.

“Do it or I’ll carry you like a kid” V firmly told J.

“... Fine…”

“Thank you, now follow.”

V glided down to the bed they had dragged in. J followed suit.

“Sit. I need to grab something.”

J sat on the bed. N was playing with the trash pile. Oh company leadership, what does she want from me. 

J waited for V. Is she going to tell me that I need to leave? That I’m replaced? Of course she will, what else would she want to talk about.

When V came back, she had a box with a handle.

“What’s in there?” J watched the box as it was placed down on the bed, eyeing it as if it would move without supervision on it.

“Just some stuff.” V sat down beside J and began rummaging through the box. She pulled out a hair brush.

“While we talk I'm fixing your hair.”

“I can do that myself thank you very much.”

“No.” V reached for the bow that held her hair in place.

“No! Stop! I can do it!” J swatted her hand away.

“The only reason you haven’t is because you don’t know how to do it.” V pulled the bows out, J’s hair fell down.

“I-I can!”

“If I remember correctly, you always asked for someone else to do it.”

“I-Uh-Fine, you can.”

While V brushed J’s hair they talked.

“So what’s going on?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I know you dislike Uzi, But why?” V talked in a soft tone.

“Because we need to kill her? Why do you like her, hm?” J shot back.

“... I don’t have an answer for you, I don’t even have an answer for myself.”

“Besides, I don’t need to tell you anything.”

“I think it’d help you to talk. I know it’s not the kid, but it’s something.”

“It is the kid, It’s what she means.”

“Then what does she mean to you?”

J snarled “She’s a replacement.”

“How?”

“You guys hate me, it was just a matter of time until you replaced me.” J said coldly.

V was stunned.

“How can you be replaced?”

“She’s a better candidate in your mind, of course you’d pick her over me.”

“Why can’t we have 4 drones? Why does it need to be 3?”

“... She is a replacement. Stop it.”

“You need to stop it!”

“Would she even like me. I've attacked her 3 times, well tried to.”

“She would…” V stopped brushing J’s hair to grab something from her box. She pulled out a piece of folded up paper and handed it to J.

J took the paper and opened it up. It was a drawing with 3 tall drones and a short one. Above them read ‘My FmiLEy’ and below each drone was a name. From left to right it read  ‘moM    mE    dAd    ANT’.

“One of you told her to make this, or N did.”

“No… She made it herself… She considers you a part of her family.” V started to brush again.

“You told her to add me.”

“No, she chose to add you and call you her aunt.”

And that was the stick that broke the camel's back.

The tears fell slowly, but became rapid. She leaned into V, cries becoming soft but audible.

“Oh-Ah, you were holding it all back, huh?”

“Y-Yeah”

V started to pat her back “There there, you're fine, you're safe, I’m right here.”

J sobbed, hard.

“I-I just don’t want t-to be Forgotten…Replaced…Useless…Hurt…Killed. I just want to be helpful, not a disappointment, something that should be thrown away.”

“I promise you won’t” and a wave of calm washed over J. She stopped sobbing as hard. She melted into V, finding comfort in it. She felt drowsy.

“How d-do I know th-that for sure?”

“... You don’t, and there is no real way to prove it, but, you just have to trust…”

“But I don’t want to misplace my trust…” Not again…

“Sometimes, we have to take leaps of faith, if we don’t then, we’d be stuck.”

“Yea…”

“I think a way you could express your worries could be through poetry…”

“I'll consider it…”

V comforted J for sometime. J was lightly sleeping on her when she felt something grab her leg.

“Don’t kick, just look…” V whispered.

J opened her eyes, the thi-Uzi, Uzi had grabbed her leg and was smiling up at her.

“H-Hello?” Her voice was sore from crying. “W-What are you doing?” J looked at her quizzically.

“Hugging you! You looked like you needed one.” Her smile was so large and happy.

J’s expression softened. She is putting all her trust in me to not hurt her. 

Did she misplace her trust?

Did she worry about being replaced?

Did she block off all connections to her family?

Did she harm herself?

Did she hurt others?

Did she do anything I did to myself?

Did she do anything that I did to them?

No.

No she didn’t.

No she won’t.

So I’ll try to learn from her.

So I’ll try to play with her.

So I’ll try to be close.

So I’ll try to forget my worries.

So I’ll try to forgive them.

So I’ll try to care for them too.

So I’ll try to be better.

Just like her.

“Y-Yea,”

“I think I do…”

[hollis-art]

fem hilson is attacking my brain like they're seagulls and i happened to bring food to the beach,,,

and in regard to my original fem hilson post where i mentioned that wilson for sure had an impulsive pixie cut that she very much regretted:

women,,,,

[heph]

The fics where the ducklings are heavily invested in their boss' love life

[remy--hadley]

Sometimes I wish we got a little more insight into what hospital thought about hilson. They were walking around the hallways in front of everyone saying shit like "I am in charge of our RELATIONSHIP", "If you looked at me with those flashy little eyes before I was involved", " Why not date you?", "We're a couple" etc. Wilson literally recited a poem about house infront of others with lines " His stubbled jaw;Everything about him leaves me raw". They always leave together, sometimes come together, always have lunch together(and wilson always pays for it) and most times in the middle of the day house just randomly walks into his office, closes the door, gets out with a grin 10 mins later like he conquered the world.

So what did the hospital think? Did everyone just think they had a weird friendship? Did most people already assume they were a couple? Were there any betting pool on how long will it take for them to get together? How much did cuddy contribute to the rumour mill by simpy referring to Wilson as House's "boyfriend"to nurses ? I NEED TO KNOW ALL THIS.

[colfy-wolfy]

Cyn would love playing roblox i think.

[balteredsworld]

wilson’s hypothesis. gregory house

🥼🩺 | according to wilson, house likes you and you like him. so, house confronts you with wilson’s hyposthesis.

masterlist: greg house n all

warnings/tags! fluff of sorts, angst if you squint, talks of self-sabotage, idiots in love, sherlocked reference!!! (just watched 8x18—house self-sabotages so bad my lord)

author's note: lowkey hate this but it's idk what're we thinking fellow ducklings???

"wilson thinks i like you," house airs.

you throw him a strange glance.

"crazy, right?"

"yeah? and you think i like cameron," you mimic, matching his dismissive detachment to comedic effect.

only, house is serious.

“no, wilson thinks i like you.” house ignores your joke, repeating wilson’s solemn hypothesis.

when you pause to look at his face, your mind goes off into complete nonsense like's just tipped you over and left you with internal bleeding in your brain, upon the realization that he does, in fact, mean those words he's telling you.

"what makes him say that?"

"i'm apparently connecting with you,” house indulges, relaxing into the cold bit of wall behind him. the moonlight hits him in a more subtle way, half hidden in the shadows. the blue of his wrinkled shirt melts into the glow it radiates.

you're not particularly sure what to say. thankfully, he elaborates.

“you share your food with me, i take your food, ergo it means something in wilson's romantic world,” house offers, before quickly dismissing the thought of his supposed feelings for you. "but you know wilson, he's always been a romantic. thinks he can diagnose emotions as easily as diseases."

you consider the argument, "well couldn't that just mean i can't finish my food and you don't wanna get your own?"

he squints at you, as if with drills for eyes. you're playing dumb, unless you really believe that. but you don't.

you clear your throat, "well, do you believe that?"

"well it's either that or i must obviously like you."

you gawk. "well, do you?"

"do i have to spell it out for you?"

"wilson had to," you snark back. "so, do you?"

"no," he says with a flat face.

something in your chest drops, just as your brows shoot up. "no?"

"no," he reaffirms.

you don't know if you manage to catch your frown. house doesn't say anything if you didn't. you're more than a little embarrassed, surely flushed. you're thankful that the two of you are under the dim veil of night.

"well good thing," you grumble.

house looks at you with a curious look, as if he was almost offended you would say that. "good thing?"

“we’re both lonely. lonely means self-sabotage,” you explain, fiddling with one of the main trinkets that line the ledge. you were sure you proving your point, coming up with an off-putting rationale to cover up your embarrassment. "two self-saboteurs, well, that's an equation with proven unresolved issues... so yeah, good thing."

you were internally cringing at the words you were spitting out, but you were trying to play it cool. it's something that's never worked in your favour though when you were near an attractive guy, and you always swore this was to make them repulse the inkling of interest. and you swore off doing this years ago, but the blunt rejection, if you could call it that, sprung the teenager out of you.

then again, house affects you like that. blue eyes and blue shirt and all.

he makes it no secret that he's a ladies' man, often hitching hookers into the hospital despite cuddy's gentle parenting to make him stop. but house does whatever he wants in the hospital, hence all the lawsuits you've had to deal with.

when you look at him again, he's somehow uncharacteristically quiet. you're unsure if his speculative eyes are because of a lightbulb moment, but one thing's for sure: he was thinking.

"you're thinking, aren't you?" you glean in a tilt.

house doesn't say anything, but turns away from you. when he does, you're unsure if you see his lip curl in disappointment—he hides it too well. some part of you hopes, but you know you're not his type. a bit too much like him in the overanalyzing and overthinking.

and maybe you're convincing yourself, but realistically speaking, your happy arrangement of sharing food in the middle of a hospital shift may work for lonely and misery, but not for anything else. two people who like self-sabotage is like a dumpster fire.

you'd rather have house like this, happy and alarmingly blue.

"aaand you've stopped listening. i shall take that as my cue to leave," you announce, hopping off the ledge in the same ginger fashion you had waltzing in.

when you land your feet, house airs his deduction, nodding along as if he was finally making sense of you and wilson’s hypothesis. 

“maybe he’s onto something.”

you turn to him with a tinge of a worrisome brow. 

“who knows? maybe i’ve been sending subtle signals that even i’m not aware of. so what do you think?” he croons his head, all ominous, arriving to a conclusion. you can practically see the cogs turn in his brain. “you like me.”

"i never said that.”

house looks at you, rising in a smooth motion, as if to showcase his towering height, forcing you to look up at him. sitting down, he's not so large, but now, all you can think is that he's tall.

"you might not, but your body does," he croons, dangerous smirk playing about his face. his eyes probe your face, confidently with a proven theory. "pupils dilated..."

house grabs your wrist, eyes practically lighting up in delight at his impending diagnosis.

"…and pulse elevated. i understand that wilson thinks that love's a mystery to me, but the chemistry's incredibly simple," he says, softening his grip on you.

house doesn't let go, lingering in this proximity, leaning closer like some ghost and spirit you'll always look for. your breath hitches, but house doesn't afford you time to quite think, capturing your lips in a kiss that you reciprocate, clutching onto his arms for balance.

you feel one of his hand snake to the nook of your back, pushing you flush against him. house keeps his other hand cupping your cheek and jaw, large enough to cover that expanse of your face. it's a little dry and rough, but you don't mind, all too preoccupied with his lips.

house makes good work on you. his lips are even better than you'd imagine, but you finally register his words and what you were doing, so you pull away. the furrow of your brows returning, apprehensive about his next words.

you whisper, “i thought you didn't like me.”

"i was lying," he shrugs. "i needed to see if i was right, and i was."

"so you figured me out?"

"you like me,” house concludes, triumphant. “i was right.”

“i thought this was wilson’s hypothesis?” you cock a brow.

“hypothesis,” he nods before flicking your head. “but i can’t give him the credit for my diagnosis.”

you let out an airy laugh, relieved that he didn't make you spell it out for him. "you're an ass, you know?"

his eyes are proudly heralding trumpets. you could practically hear the victory going off them.

"it comes with the sitting arrangement."

[igotthis-egg]

Cyn design :)

Why is she in the military as a 14 year old? In future Earth’s society, if you’re in poverty or orphaned, you’re better off joining the military than trying to work your way up in a broken system. Born rich, live lavishly. But born poor, you must serve the rich.

Yes she is N’s biological sister, to clarify

[househrt]

EDIT: beep boop fanfic time

So House is anti-marriage because he thinks it's hypocritical to need a religious ceremony and a bit of paper to prove you love someone, and I like to imagine that extends to his dating life too

Whenever Wilson asks him out on a date, House refuses (even though they're literally in a relationship) because he doesn't need to do these intricate societal rituals just because they're dating. Why do they need to exist in public as a couple to prove to society that they love each other??

He's very insufferable about this ("Did you spend Valentine's Day with your wives? Exactly, and how did that turn out? I'm not going, I'd rather stick another knife in a socket", *turns off his phone and pager and hides on their anniversary so Wilson can't do something cute and lovey*, "if you ask me to marry you, I'm going to break up with you" [he's not joking])

Wilson figures him out and stops asking him on "dates", but starts "hanging out" instead, deliberately on non-important days. He buys House anniversary presents but gives them to him on random days and frames it as "oh, I got this on sale and thought you might like it" (lying. it was expensive). He pretends to be too tired to cook as an excuse to go out to House's favourite restaurant (even though Wilson doesn't like it as much)

Wilson isn't as subtle as he thinks, but House lets him get away with it because this is the only way House can accept being loved (seemingly begrudgingly)

On the day of their anniversary (and other important dates in their relationship), Wilson gets so sappy and lovey even though House avoids him all day. Because as much as he pretends not to care, House remembers exactly what days he should be hiding on :)))))

These two idiots see through each other but keep up the pretence because they're disgustingly in love

[arobotjester]

super further down the road in the story flashback for "Do You Forsake Me?" :3c

[oldmanffucker]

[15depressedducks]

As I was reading your story, I was wondering if you had any shenanigans during the writing process?

Also, looking forward to the next chapter!

I do! I share the doc I write on with my beta reader @thatonechezyboi and have bunch of Cylly things!

(Urple is Chezy)