ah yes, another near trip to the emergency room. my author’s note grows exponentially longer and my draft gains a thousand more words.
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…