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onebizarrekai · 1 month

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Where does Ellie work? I know that her profession is an engineer, but how does she make a living?

the worldbuilding in fatal flaws is slightly sparse when it comes to locations, but I imagine her working in a small electronic repair shop. it sounds cool, but she spends most of her time fixing household appliances. she probably only had her job for a few months before she had her fight with blue about it.

#dsasks #I forgot how to tag this #blue didn't want her to work because he was trying to keep them on the down low and ellie's a sorcerer #but like. he was allowed to have a job. just not her. you see the problem #blue is overprotective. ellie can't remember anything about her past so blue's like 'you can't do things I need to look after you'#I'm sure that if blue didn't have a tendency to automatically overreact they might've worked it out #but their relationship as roomies already sucked. ellie already been like 'get me outta here'#because she was working in secret she wasn't helping pay the bills. she was saving up to move out

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swervenation · 1 year

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Swerve x Human Liaison Part 4 (*^▽^*)

It’s shorter than the other chapters - I think I’m gonna just post a scene at a time. Very happy to get back on this. I have so much planned you have no idea.

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The next day, you sheepishly waited near the observation deck. An hour had slipped by as you deliberated over your outfit, and you even considered ringing up Rung or Magnus for a second opinion. It felt like your future hung on your ability to convince Tailgate you were worth keeping around. You leaned against a wall outside the deck, trying to minimize yourself, as you craned your neck to watch for the bot. Then you saw the looming purple silhouette … you had forgotten that Cyclonus was accompanying the two of you. Tailgate on his own had been intimidating enough. Before you imploded, you recalled some parting advice your psychiatrist had given you: try not to assume the worst. The worst was your first impression: that Cyclonus was here to sabotage this outing and protect Tailgate from you, knowing you were such a creep. With slow, deep breaths, you recentered yourself. This was likely no different from all the other times you saw them together.

The pair were close enough to spot you now - despite having no visible face, you could tell Tailgate was beaming. In order to avoid cardiac arrest, you focused on him and didn’t look up to his partner yet. But Tailgate was surely not going to judge you as harshly as you feared. He called out your name happily as he approached, then, when he was right in front of you, he turned back to Cyclonus and asked, “Wait - what was that human thing Swerve showed us?” The random mention of that name made something inside you explode. Wordlessly, the tall mech knelt down and extended his hand to greet you. As you took his sharp digits in your hand, you were comforted enough to look up and find his expression to be relaxed, but ever so slightly warm.

When you first boarded the Lost Light, you couldn’t have realized what a handshake would come to mean to you. It was a small, human gesture, and it’s not like you were missing it before Swerve first extended it to you … but now it meant that whoever offered it to you cared about you enough to learn the custom. (Or, somebody cared enough to teach them.)

The icy grip of panic in your chest relaxed slowly and fell away as you performed the same gesture with the very enthusiastic Tailgate. He expressed how happy he was to receive your message and immediately started to correct your apparent misperceptions of the crew, starting with his partner. Cyclonus, according to him, was every bit as badass as he appeared, but only on the battlefield. "Trust me, he's a big sweetheart!" Tailgate hugged his leg and, although he turned his face away, you could see something of a smile on that face.

Without further ado, the three of you stepped into the observation deck. You were instantly overcome by the enormity of your surroundings. You generally stuck to a strict routine, too apprehensive to go exploring. Habsuite to work to Swerve’s to habsuite to work etc etc. It had been as though your entire reality was contained within these walls. Seeing the stars around you through the crystal clear glass was overwhelmingly sublime. You drank it all in with wonder.

Swerve happened to be passing through the observation deck to get to his appointment with Rung. Finally, he was about to spill the beans about you. He'd been quiet about this crush for so long, it was more than he could handle. He was pondering if he should answer the typical therapy questions Rung was going to ask to start or if he should just start talking about you as soon as he entered the room - then he spotted you. Your head was tilted back and your eyes were wide in amazement as you slowly twirled around the room, absorbing as much of the Universe as you could. The stars gleamed as little pinpricks of light on your ever curious eyes. Swerve stood frozen in awe before his sense took hold of him and he quietly tried to sneak past the three of you.

Swerve couldn't escape Cyclonus's attention, though, as he cocked an eyebrow at the minibot. Then, with the slightest hint of a smirk, he greeted him. “Hello, Swerve.”

Tailgate turned to see his friend and you just about jumped through the deck’s glass ceiling. Quickly, you scrambled behind Tailgate and tried to look as casual as possible while carefully observing him outside of his natural habitat.

“Oh, hey, Cyc. Didn’t see ya there,” he almost winced. “Hey, Tailgate, hi, y/n.” He pronounced your name with a hesitance, as though he were bracing himself for something. Your head swam to hear him acknowledge you.

“Hi, Swerve! What are you doing here?” Tailgate asked.

“I was just passing through on my way to …” thinking quickly, he stumbled into the most high IQ 4-D chess move possible. “... To the Med Bay. Ratchet needs me.”

“Are you okay?!” you interrupted with concern, jumping out from behind Tailgate despite yourself.

“Yes! Yeah, I’m great. Thank you for asking!” there was a note of genuine appreciation in that. “But, anyways, Ratchet needs my help. Ratchet’s such an amazing medic, did you know that? Have you met him? He’s practically the best doctor in the Universe. So, yeah, he just asked if I could stop by and help him.”

You cocked your head in curiosity. What would a bartender be doing in a med bay?

“Does someone else have Cybercrosis?” Tailgate guessed.

“YES, exactly, that’s it. He needs me to, like, supervise the treatment. Make sure he’s doing it right. Man, I still can’t believe I invented the cure for that. That’s crazy.”

“Cybercrosis?” You couldn’t quite tell if he was joking.

“Cybercrosis is … nasty. Paralysis, blindness, amnesia, until your spark shrinks into nothing. Primus,” Tailgate shuddered as his visor dimmed, “You would not beLIEVE how much it sucks.”

“Yup, it was an uncurable and 100% fatal disease for millions of years. But Tailgate got it a few years back, and I fixed him up. First one to do so. It was pretty much a death sentence, but that didn’t stop me.”

“Wait - is this sarcasm?”

“I wish I could tell you he was exaggerating,” Cyclonus admitted, “But I’m afraid that’s all true.”

“Yeah, nobody would think your friendly neighborhood bartender would actually turn out to be a life-saving doctor,” Swerve said, putting his servos on his hips confidently, looking heroically away from you and into the distance, “But here I am.”

“Skin doctor,” Tailgate clarified.

“Life-saving skin doctor,” Swerve corrected him.

“Wow,” you said breathlessly, “That’s amazing.” Your head was spinning. You were trying to process this paradigm shift. You found him impressive just as a bartender - but he’s also a life-saving (skin) doctor? He was far out of your league.

“Thanks!” he responded cheerfully with a small crackle in his voice. His face lit up with that gentle blue glow. “Anyways, I should get going. Can’t keep Ratchet waiting. See you around!” With that, he transformed and shot out of the room. Cyclonus noted that Med Bay was in the opposite direction, but didn’t say anything about it.

#mtmte #lost light #swerve x reader #transformers x reader #tf x reader #i forgot how to tag this #i'll figure it out later #my fic #swerve

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stedesbonnets · 23 days

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believe it or not, after two long, long months, chapter two of fated is out! this is technically half of chapter two, because i really needed to update.

i'm so excited about this chapter because it's the first time alina and adrian interact, and it's the debut of adrian's pov, who is so fun to write. a big thank you to the four (!) people who have read and left kudos so far, it means a lot to me

#woohoo let's goo #my writing #i forgot how to tag this #og story

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ebonyheartnet · 4 months

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-Recording begins-

Spider-Man: Hi folks! I’d like to give a PSA to my usual villains, and anyone else with ideas for the next two months.

Spider-Man: *holds up a brick sized lump of metal* See this? It’s titanium!

Spider-Man: *starts flattening it out and shaping it*

Spider-Man: See, we all know that I’m crazy strong, but I never wanna really hurt anybody right? Right. While that hasn’t changed, something very important does right around this time of year.

Spider-Man: *pulls off a glove and pulls a chunk into a long stem with his nails carving lines for added texture*

Spider-Man: See, this is what we like to call exam season. Anybody who knows anything about college can tell you that it drives people up the wall, and I already climb mine when I’m antsy.

Spider-Man: *starts winding the thin sheet around the stem, delicately crimping petals in place*

Spider-Man: I do wanna be clear that this isn’t a threat, okay? I’m still not interested in crossing the line, which brings me to my point.

Spider-Man: *throws the titanium rose at the brick wall behind him, stem first, and embeds it all the way through*

Spider-Man: /That/ was restrained because I could focus enough to have full control. If I’m extremely tired or otherwise distracted, there’s just as much risk of me slipping up as someone operating heavy machinery. I’m probably not going to remember what sleep is for two whole months, so remember!

Spider-Man: *pulls out a brick and snaps it like a cookie*

Peter fucking Parker: Don’t.

#peter b parker #peter parker #ebony writes the thing #word girl #how tf did I forget to tag that smh #into the spider verse #also forgot to tag THAT ffs 🤦🏽#anyways. Miles and the other spider stumbled upon recordings of college!Peter B Parker. and uh.#this man is getting dragged across the multiverse lol. but he did in fact Ace his exams.

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iztea · 1 month

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awkward helicopter ride back home

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7roaches · 6 months

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sorry that took like an hour i stopped to eat dinner heres my idea

#my art #adventure time #simon petrikov #betty grof #trans #lesbian #petrigrof #ion think i needa tag this for anything theyre both clothed & its not suggestive #i think simon isnt scared of needles but he cant make himself do it himself so betty does it for him #idk how he got by before meeting betty #i also dont think i needa tag this for eva spoilers considering it came out uh #28 years ago #FUCK I JUST REALIZED I FORGOT THE ENTIRE POINT OF THE COMIC HOLD ON #ok 10 min later im back #also i think this kinda implies golbetty is flesh underneath like an eva #ok i think thats all #and in case i dont see you good morning good evening and goodnight

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ao3-crack · 6 months

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#archive of our own #ao3 stuff #ao3 quotes #archive of our own quotes #fanfic #fanfic quotes #funny #ao3 #ao3 tags #this isn’t a fix-it fic #this is the opposite of a fix-it #this is a break-it #i make it so much worse #bro star kid is so fucking good #I watched npmd and now I’m rewatching the whole hatchet field universe #and I forgot how fucking good they are

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magentagalaxies · 2 years

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i love you singers whose vocals sound desperate i love you musicians who sound like if you don’t get this song out you’re going to explode i love you songs that sound like they’re dragging the vocalist with them 80 miles per hour down the highway tied to the back of a truck i love you voice cracks in emotional songs i love you unique voices i love you music that disturbs the comfortable and comforts the disturbed