I Had To Make This, It Wasn’t Even A Choice.

Well hopefully this helps 🧡

Keep pushing through, you've got this!

y’all i’m really craving some fucking validation right now so have this snippet of an ineffable husbands fic i’ve been trying to write since last year:

The sound of Aziraphale’s stool scraping against the floor is minimal compared to the water still running in the sink, so when Aziraphale throws his arms around Crowley and embraces him from behind, Crowley jumps, startled.

“Angel?” he asks.

Aziraphale pushes his face against Crowley’s shoulder. He loves wrapping his arms around the demon and pulling him into him, feeling the solidness of Crowley’s body against his, the places where their respective sharp angles and soft curves lock into place like puzzle pieces. He just loves hugging Crowley, now that he can, and he gives himself a moment to simply hold him and breathe him in.

Crowley smells like the peonies in their garden. He smells like the chair in Aziraphale’s study. He smells like the first cup of coffee in the morning, like the butter scones they have for breakfast sometimes, like the couch in their living room, like their bedsheets.

He smells like home.

Welp, this is mostly based on a scene from chapter 12 of @tastytoast---11‘s Showstoppers fic because I love this pairing and there is no one to drag me away from the fanfiction.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23108308/chapters/55288786 

It's the little things in life,

Like when your college chemistry instructor asks the class to recount what happened in lab the day before (specifically, when we put Mg into the HCl) and more than half of the people in the room just start hissing instead of saying it dissolved.

👀 Did this catch your eye? Well buckle up and get ready for the long run because details are below!

This cover is for the start of a fan AU that takes place after mtmte issue #15 but really gets going after the events of issue #33. 

It will not be entirely cannon complacent but will incorporate many of the aspects in the comics so, needless to say, there will be spoilers [if you haven’t read the comic, shoo. Go read, it’s worth it, I’ll be here when you’re done]

The presentation of the story may not always be linear, but I will do my best to let you know the timeline as we go. [As we approach the end, things will start falling into place quite rapidly. I have two planned arcs but there is still wiggle room]

I don’t claim the rights for any Transformers characters, however OCs when present are the respective property of their creators. 

There will be some cannon typical violence, gore, and mental trauma. Mnemosurgery and related tools will be a reoccurring topic as this is a largely cdrw centric story.  I will tag warnings as appropriate. 

As for the art, I can’t say it will always be consistent-heck I can’t even say there will always be art- but that’s alright. The goal of this is to have fun, to practice, and to answer a question: 

What if Chromedome actually did erase his memories of Rewind after his death, and then, what would happen after the quantum silly sting event where Rewind came back? 

[ I’m open to any asks, thoughts, or suggestions you may have on the story so don’t feel shy!]

Oh look, there’s cookies. Don’t worry, they’re chocolate chip.🍪

This is based on chapter 2 of @sleepymccoy’s story “Summoned.” (Link to the story is below 🧡)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20339347/chapters/48226441?utf8=%E2%9C%93&selected_id=48226390&commit=Go

Part 1 // Part 2

The footsteps of the council thug faded to echoes as he retreated to tend to his wounds. 

Whirl didn’t stick around to hear it.

 As soon as the bot had turned, Whirl was on his pedes punching in the code to his habsuit. Once open he rushed inside, cradling Tailgate in his arms.

Gears and springs joined the shattered furniture strewn across the floor as they were swept off the bench to make room for Tailgate’s frame. Whirl was loath to let to minibot go, but he laid him down anyway. Cyclonus was still laying prone in the hall, he was still in danger.

Back in the hall Whirl heaved Cyclonus up, claws hooked carefully under his shoulders to avoid aggravating any wounds. Cyclonus was a big mech, but Whirl was able to drag him into the hab before he barricaded the door. As it stands, Whirl was more useful to the council if he could throw around his own weight and then some.

It’s a simple question, right?

Whirl: does that mean you agree?

Red Alert: HOW DID YOU EVEN GET IN HERE!? 

Don’t mind him, it’s just you friendly neighborhood shipping cryptid

Ah yes, say hello to my OC Daybreak! Daybreak, say hello to the nice pe- DAYBREAK WAIT!

I thought that hasn’t let me alone for a bit is that a tfa Whirl would still be under the thumb of the high council, and, well, to keep him there they would need to provide..incentives