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foewreckem · 7 months

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ffxivwrite #6 - ring

Cid turns the orchestrion roll over to inspect the ends.

"Why seven days? Seems a bit arbitrary."

"I don't know. It didn't sound like constructive criticism was invited. They just said it happens seven days after listening." Aoife's leaning against a bench, arms folded, watching the thing in Cid's hands. A wiggle at the back of her mind is saying she shouldn't have brought it to him. He's too gods-damned curious for his own good, but she knows that if there's a mundane explanation, he's the one who will find it.

Him, and not her, who's kept the thing in the iron box it was brought to her in for the last three days.

He raises an eyebrow at her. "What happens after seven days?"

"The listener dies."

"How?"

"By dying. Hells, I don't know, they don't let you in crypts for asking nice."

And for fuck's sake there he goes toward the orchestrion--

She leaps between the man and the machine and they're both wondering who's going to start their old argument first.

("A superstition can't hurt you." "You watched Nero turn purple in the Void." "That followed the rules of the Void.")

After a moment, Cid backs off, putting the roll on the table and his hands in the air. "I just want to know what you expect me to figure out if I can't make it do what it's made for."

She can't say 'it's made to kill people' because they've already dodged the argument once. Instead, she says, "Look, nobody's paying me to figure this out. If you can't get any ideas from unrolling it and poking it a bit, I'm just going to throw it into Witchdrop."

He shrugs. "That's a fine idea, at least there it'd have plenty of curses for company."

#sometime in stormblood i guess??#i will not be answering any questions at this time #ffxivwrite2023 #s: spanner in the works #mooglesoft word

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dark-elf-writes · 5 months

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Them both babying mini Moska and treating him like a beloved pup

Spanner presenting Shoichi with mini Moska: I made you a pup

Shoichi, through tears: He’s so beautiful. Our perfect son.

Literally anyone else: ??? Did that thing just shoot popcorn out of its fingers ???

#the elf talks #reborn #khr watch #Spanner: damn I’m hungry all the time and shoichi keeps getting sad when he sees other people’s pups #Spanner: I just had the best fucking idea

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runawaycatwalker · 2 years

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Part 11. The Confounding of Nathalie

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Gabriel ominously pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Behind him, Nathalie sits up in her bed.

Gabriel: I knew this was a bad idea.

Nathalie: It could have been worse. At least Ladybug left me right outside the mansion and I didn't have to walk all the way back.

Gabriel: You still overexerted yourself. Again.

Nathalie: Gabriel, I knew the risks. It was more important that I find Adrien.

A close-up shot of the back of Nathalie’s head.

Nathalie (internally): Or at least that I found him before anyone else did. The other akumas never would have held back when fighting against him. But I could. And with the powers I'd received, I stood a far better chance to retrieve the black cat miraculous from Adrien. How was I supposed to know that Adrien wouldn't be the one wielding it anymore?

Cut to Adrien’s bodyguard looking sad.

Gabriel (voiceover): I'm bringing back Gorizilla. His nose should be more than capable of tracking Adrien down.

Cut to the image of Adrien falling from Tour Montparnasse.

Nathalie (voiceover): Isn't that dangerous? Adrien jumped off a building to escape that akuma last time.

Cut back to Gabriel viewed from behind, hands clasped behind his back.

Gabriel: Gorizilla merely needs to carry Adrien back home. I have no intention of putting my son at risk.

A close-up of Nathalie with a steely gaze, her fist resting on the side of her chin.

Nathalie (internally): You did so on a regular basis—and would still be doing so if Catwalker hadn’t stepped in for him. It was pure serendipity that Ladybug vetoed keeping Chat Noir around. Adrien—judging the note he left—had probably intended to be a hero full-time. But now that Shadowmoth knows he can't be Chat Noir, he could come back home. Adrien isn't the type of person who would leave behind all the friends he's made just because he might get targeted over a miraculous that he doesn’t even have anymore.

Cut to Shadowmoth with the light mask he uses to communicate with akumas illuminating his face. In the background, a tablet on a call with Nathalie sits in a stand on a table.

Shadowmoth: What could be so difficult about tracking down one teenage boy?

Nathalie (over tablet): Sir?

Cut to Gorizilla looking frustrated.

Shadowmoth (voiceover): Gorizilla has tried to follow Adrien’s scent all over Paris and he can’t latch onto anything.

A close-up of Nathalie turning away and rubbing her chin in worry.

Nathalie (internally): Adrien left the city entirely? Surely that's overkill. The danger is gone. Does Adrien really think that Shadowmoth would... no, not Shadowmoth. Mayura. I saw the look on his face when I almost crushed his... when I unmasked him. He was traumatized. Maybe even enough for him to run away with no intention of ever coming back home.

Cut to a rooftop being traversed by Carapace, Purple Tigress, Viperion, Ryuko, King Monkey, Polymouse, Pegasus, Pigella, and Vesperia. Ladybug is leading the charge in the foreground, swinging on her yo-yo.

Shadowmoth (voiceover): And oh look, Ladybug and her merry band of heroes have arrived to thwart me. Gorizilla, go retrieve the miraculous from Ladybug and—wait, Catwalker isn't there? Maybe Maternal Instinct scared him away? Good riddance! But we still need to find that ring!

A close-up of Nathalie covering her mouth in dismayed realization.

Nathalie (internally): I shouldn't have targeted Catwalker. I let myself get lured in by the prospect of finally getting the cat miraculous. But if Catwalker's identity leaked, what’s stopping Ladybug from bringing Chat Noir back regardless? She still uses heroes she knows we know the identity of if she has no better options. And if Ladybug asks Chat to return, he'll do so without question, despite what's happened. I can't let Adrien endanger himself again.

Cut back to Shadowmoth facing towards the window of his lair. He raises a fist in the air as his butterflies swarm around him.

Shadowmoth: Noooo!!!!!! You may have thrown a monkey wrench into this plan, Ladybug, but you haven’t taken your last whiff of me! I have to go after Adrien myself. It’s time for the Collector to return!

Nathalie (over tablet): Gabriel, let me akumatize you this time. Adrien will be safer if you have someone watching over your shoulder to help.

Shadowmoth screeches while a white butterfly comes to land on his hand. In the background, the tablet on the table shows the concerned face of Nathalie.

Shadowmoth: Absolutely not. Your body cannot handle more miraculous magic today—perhaps ever. Your health is important.

Nathalie (over tablet): Your son is important.

Shadowmoth: I can handle my son. The butterfly miraculous is mine and I will do whatever I see fit with it.

A close-up of Nathalie grabbing the sides of her head in a panic.

Nathalie (internally): This has spun completely out of my control. Adrien, Gabriel, Catwalker... I can't sway any of them from the paths they've chosen. And they never would have taken those paths if it weren't for the foolhardy things I did—as Mayura, as Nathalie, as Maternal Instinct. I must find a way to stop all of this, but what can I actually do? How do I know that whatever I try won't just make everything worse yet again?

Nathalie stares blankly into space. She holds a tablet in her hands as a video from the local news loads.

Nadja Chamack (from video): Don't be bemused, it's just the news! I'm Nadja Chamack. Just minutes after Gorizilla was defeated, we again are faced...

The tablet in Nathalie’s hands shows Nadia Chamack reporting live while the Collector poses menacingly in the background.

Nadja Chamack (from video): ...the Collector, also known as Gabriel Agreste, whose son Adrien Agreste is currently...

The video cuts to Catwalker and Ladybug descending from the sky to fight the akuma.

Nadja Chamack (from video): ...seems to be a new black cat superhero joining the fight. We don't know who he is or...

A close-up of Nathalie leaning back in reprieve, her hand on her chest.

Nathalie (internally): Catwalker going missing was temporary. Okay. Good. I don't have to worry about Adrien getting his miraculous back, at least. But what could have been important enough for Catwalker to miss an akuma? Maybe he was helping Adrien? If he was, that would make Catwalker perhaps the only one who knows where Adrien is hiding. If not, he's probably doing something on Ladybug's orders. Either way, I need more information. And this time, I must tread more carefully in how I go about getting it.

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#runaway catwalker #nathalie sancouer #gabriel agreste #adrien's bodyguard #gorizilla #adrien agreste #ladybug #catwalker #miraculous ladybug #akuma #spanner in the works nathalie #about a month ago i realized that i wasn't being clear enough on nathalie's internal motivations #they felt obvious to me at the time so i'd glossed over them in the interest of conserving page space #jokes on me though #getting nathalie's inner monologues straight was an absolute nightmare since she's got so many competing interests #i think i've finally managed to get her perspective coherent now #still figuring out how to write in a comic medium #so if things still are muddy for you #drop a comment and i'll do my best to clear things up

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pink-pone · 2 years

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another new pirate oc wip, but this guy will be very important to the gingerverse lore 👀 also he’s cute and i love him <3

#he's been a long time coming ;o;#silver spanner #my oc #gingerverse #my art #wip #mlp #mlp oc #My Little Pony #my little pony friendship is magic

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raitrolling · 7 months

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Re-Animator, See You Later

[Easy reading version on Toyhou.se]

Lusien drifted in and out of consciousness for nights on end, only vaguely comprehending the scenes around him. He heard the beeping of the machines and muffled chatter between the doctor and their assistant, saw lights far too bright to make him want to keep his eyes open, and felt the frequent waves of pain and nausea between rounds of medication he could barely recall taking.

For the first time since that night he confronted Celise - however long that may have been, he had no idea - he found himself finally able to stay awake for more than a few minutes at a time.

He kept his eyes closed as he tried to sit up, grunting from the strain that any slight movement put on his back. His head felt like it was spinning, and putting a hand to his forehead confirmed the warmth of a developing headache. He was utterly exhausted, but also feeling a bit restless, like he needed to get up out of this hospital bed and do something.

He needed a cigarette.

Lusien cracked open one eyelid just enough to figure out where the bedside table was, then blindly reached over to try and locate his pack of smokes. He doesn’t know where the nurse took his coat - or his other clothes, for that matter - but if she emptied out his pockets then she must have left it-

He winced and recoiled as a clipboard smacked against his wrist.

“Absolutely not, Avalon.”

Lusien grunted and held his wrist, and then opened his eyes to see the incredibly disgruntled face of Chryso Haanda, Vernrot Harbour’s local doctor.

“I’ll need them later,” The blueblood mumbled, certain that the other troll is well-aware that no one enjoys going through nicotine withdrawal, especially someone who smokes as heavily as he does.

Chryso’s lips curled into a snarl, and they bopped Lusien on the head with the clipboard this time.

“In my clinic? You’re damned lucky I didn’t remove your lungs while I had you under my knife. It’d make no damn difference whether you have them or not, lord knows how you managed to make it here with that much tar rotting you from the inside out,” they scoffed.

Lusien pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers and closed his eyes again, which conveniently helped him fight the urge to roll them in response.

“And don’t even think of doing any strenuous exercise like that while you’re recovering, if you’re even capable of such a thing. No swimming, no climbing up flights of stairs, and no picking at the wound no matter how much it may itch. If I have to redo those stitches a second time I will be ensuring they leave the worst scar imaginable, do not test me.” The tealblood tapped the clipboard with their pen as they listed off their various health advice and threats.

Lusien could already feel himself struggling to concentrate, and while Chryso continued to list off all the dos and don’ts of recovering from getting stabbed in the back with an axe, their words were starting to blend together in a muddle of annoyed sounds. He decided it would be best to simply nod along and pretend to listen, as any sort of wound care was the last thing on his mind.

There was the question of who was managing the lighthouse at the moment, if anyone at all. He knew from his time travelling with Anirus that it can go unattended for some time without any major disasters occurring, but in his current condition… It could be a while before it could be back in operation.

Then, there was also…

“How is Celise?” Lusien asked when he was able to get a word in, looking up at the doctor.

Chryso gave him a deadpan look, as if he had just asked something utterly absurd.

“They’re dead.”

Lusien’s mouth fell open, and his head began to spin from the immediate rush of blood to the brain from a combination of anxiety and pure terror. D- Dead? But he- It was only-

Chryso did not react in the slightest, and continued.

“Fatal traumatic brain injury via a blow to the head, preliminary analysis points to blunt force trauma being the primary culprit-” They stop, noticing the blueblood’s expression of horror, and sigh loudly. “- Is what should be the most straightforward answer. The reality is far more absurd, and, quite frankly, not something any doctor should ever have the displeasure of dealing with.”

The lighthouse keeper pauses, snapped out of his spiralling by that strange declaration. He then squints at Chryso in confusion.

“Which is…?”

“Despite every single test I have conducted since you dragged a literal corpse into my clinic confirming that, yes, there is absolutely no signs of brain activity and all organs have catastrophically failed, they are still conscious and moving. I had to bind the damn frog to their bed after they tried to bite nurse Baliso.”

Chryso sighed a second time at the recollection, and briefly pushed up their glasses to rub the weariness out of their eyes. Lusien could not believe what he was hearing.

“I need to see them,” he said, suddenly urgent, and despite every part of his body protesting, he began to attempt to climb out of bed.

The tealblood grabbed him by his shoulders and tried to force him back down.

“You absolutely will not, Avalon. I warned you once, do not test me.”

Lusien stayed firm, and attempted to push back against Chryso’s own strength.

“No. I will be seeing them. It’s important.”

Chryso bared their teeth, but could tell by the resolve in Lusien’s tired eyes that this was a losing battle. If he wasn’t going to see the other patient now, then they’d be likely to find him on the floor hours later, having passed out from pushing himself too far from disobeying their orders.

“Fine. You get fifteen minutes and zero chances to complain about any pain. I will not be providing you with any further painkillers from any discomfort caused by walking around when you have been told repeatedly to stop,” they grumbled, and likely would have spat if they were not in such a sanitary environment.

Lusien nodded in acknowledgement, and as he started to haul himself out of the bed (with all sorts of winces and groans leaving his mouth as he did so), felt a tug against his wrist.

Huh. Oh, right, there’s still all the tubes from the IV drip and presumably a blood transfusion-

“Don’t touch those!” Chryso hissed, smacking Lusien’s hand away with the clipboard yet again, “Just- Just take the pole with you!”

Lusien paused, looking blankly at them, and then realised he would need to get off from the other side of the bed to accomplish that. Of course.

He was unsteady on his feet once he was finally standing, and kept an iron grip on the IV pole in order to stay upright. His head and back still hurt, the lights were still hurting his eyes, and he was still desperately craving a cigarette, but he tried his best to put that aside for now. The doctor did not approve of any complaints, and finding out Celise’s current condition was more important.

Chryso led him out the door and towards the room where the other patient was staying, but not without first rolling their eyes and mumbling ‘I told you so’ at the sight of Lusien’s painfully slow pace. They did not help him, but opted to walk alongside him and kept their hand on the IV pole, so that if he fell it would not be knocked over with him.

As the two approached the room, Lusien felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. It was that same feeling of wrongness once again, but this time… Different. Quieter. Hungrier. He glanced over at the doctor, but their expression had not changed. They could not sense it.

When Chryso opened the door and ushered the blueblood inside Celise’s room, he could only stop and stare.

Celise was sitting on the hospital bed, and as the doctor had mentioned before, had been restrained with medical-grade straps to prevent them from leaving their position. One wrapped around their chest and upper arms to bind them to the elevated half of the bed that allowed them to remain in an upright position, and presumably their legs were similarly bound underneath the bedsheets.

They appeared completely listless, eyes unfocused with teal-blue tinged sclera and pupils appearing slightly cloudy, and dark bags under each eye. The colour of their horns had dulled, darkening around the base, and their hair was greasier and more unkempt than usual. A sludge-like liquid dribbled out of their mouth, not unlike the ink he has personally experienced when under horrorterror influence, and there was a vague wetlands-y smell in the air. Under the bright lights, their skin had a slick sheen to it which Lusien first assumed was sweat, but upon closer inspection appeared to be more like a thin film of slime. Even the dark aura he could see with his psiionics had a lethargic air to it, less explicitly murderous but still highly dangerous.

As he had approached, however, Celise’s gaze suddenly fixated on him as they caught a whiff of his scent, and they emitted a noise that was a cross between a low growl and a croak. Between the slight curl of their lip, Lusien caught a glimpse of a pair of incredibly sharp teeth. They continued to drool, like an animal who has spotted a delicious piece of meat that is just out of their grasp, too transfixed on their own hunger to care about the liquid dripping onto their shirt.

It was incredibly obvious to him what they had become. A slight deviation from the norm for that kind of creature, but the signs were all there.

“Doctor,” he said, turning to face the tealblood. He spoke slowly and matter-of-factly, knowing what he was about to say would likely earn him a comment about whether he also suffered a head injury. But it needed to be done.

“Do you have any spare cadavers?”

#drabble #lusien avalon #chryso haanda #celise shoket #plot: spanner in the works #[looks at the title] oh jeez whats happening here #anyways :) fun times

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whumpcloud · 1 year

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Is Cai taking care of himself, too? As a chronic caretaker, I know if can get to be too much sometimes. It feels like everyone needs you and that outweighs what you need. I hope he gives himself time to decompress and process things.

he's trying but he is not doing it enough tbh. he'll snap eventually but he'll ultimately be okay, cai is a pretty patient and chill person with a lot of coping strategies

#asks #cai's been caretaking a long time he just needs to learn to deal with the spanner in the works called vincent #te | pc asks

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hermitcraftheadcanons · 2 years

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May I ask why you are posting less frequently?? Just wondering, as I noticed.

Yes, you may ask! No worries. For nearly two years now I've made it a goal of mine to keep the queue full come hell and high water. That is still the goal. As you probably know, I added a couple more mods to the team to help keep up with rising numbers, but life tends to Happen and for a while there it was happening to all of us at once. I did my best to keep things running and the others helped out when I couldn't, but I'm sure there was still a noticeable slowdown for a little while there.

As for this week...well, on the irl side things got a bit much even for me to keep up with. But I'm aiming to have it back up and running at a much more normal pace! Just as soon as I get a little more adjusted to the new circumstances. This little corner of the internet is a thing I'm still very invested in the upkeep of, and it pains me to see the queue at zero - but it hopefully won't happen again. If it does, though, know that I am looking forward to the earliest possible time I can post more frequently again. Hope that clears some things up!

~ Mod Shade

#mod shade #not a headcanon #q&a #I really do try to avoid getting personal on this blog，but just for a frame of reference here (and because honestly. it's a little funny)#in the last month or so i have #gained a chronic illness #done a really taxing exam period #moved house #started a full time job #and some assorted other spanners in the works that are a bit too specific to get into #the ''funny'' part is that over the last two years I've continued running this blog through each of those things individually #at different points #but yeah turns out all at once is a little bit much for me to keep the ol queue ticking :)#once I've got a few less boxes and a bit more routine around here things should fall into place again #physical health permitting #thank you for your patience <33

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shallowseeker · 1 year

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I adore "family don't end in blood"

But there is a cursed timeline in my head where Cas is Jack's father father

Because Cas and Lucifer infected each other with grace (a la Gadreel leaving grace behind in Sam)...

Then Cas's creative, emotive grace was fighting to get expelled out, and that grace was what Lucifer accidentally, unknowingly spit out during the uh- conception

#lucifer's face when paternity revealed: total devastation #springer level drama #also devastating when revealed late #and it's why jack and kelly reacted like THAT to cas #jack's strength is JUST an anomaly or cas has been purposely diminished over time due to his spanner force of will #no but i think lucifer would be devastated #DEVASTATED lol #found family is better BUT

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