Ah Yes, Another Near Trip To The Emergency Room. My Author’s Note Grows Exponentially Longer And My

shrimp miku

write my essay on government policy. or write ultrakill fanfiction. decisions, decisions

we should make more robots kiss i think

hey man this is a fight to the death. why are you bricked up rn

Has this been done yet

fic where gabriel keeps a diary and it’s all of his entries

“dear diary, this robot might be worth more alive than dead.”

“dear diary, today the machine brought me a corpse. i don’t know how to feel about that.”

“dear diary, today i learned robots can dream.”

trying to write a smutfic but my own writing is so good i have to routinely pause to get myself back on track and thinking normally

trying to be more active here, gonna repost old stuff soon

i beg to sniffer

do you guys think. maybe just a little. that gabriel does the tiniest bit of bird stuff? just a little?

maybe old riches catch his eye a little more than they should. maybe his wings puff up right before a battle, or when he’s mad, or when he’s scared. maybe, despite all their angelic glory, they need help being preened (maybe his wings look a little ratty? new fic idea!). does he avoid rain? try to clean off gore in puddles?

it’s probably just me wanting to take this big scary thing[tm] and slather it in hcs. but it’s also just a thought. for now… heheheh…