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Hoohoo! I'm Woocy, a 29-year-old writer, crocheter, chronic yapper, raccoon, pervert, and extremely rarely, artist. Those are the broad strokes and the important ones, but because I am, as previously stated, a chronic yapper, I will go into more intimate detail beneath the cut.
My current fandom may be the one I'm most brainrotted for presently, but with few exceptions I am no less delighted to dip my toes into previous fandoms too. I consider Fire Emblem - the entire series - my Forever Fandom.
Current fandom: Transformers! I've watched all of G1, most of TFA, and I've consumed some IDW. (Current as of 6/30/26)
Beloved ships: Jazz/Soundwave, Prowl/Constructicons, Optimus/big booby harem, and more!
Beloved characters: Soundwave, Jazz, Bonecrusher, Skywarp, Ironhide, and more!
This is an NSFW blog. Minors will be blocked.
For that matter, I use block functions very liberally and encourage others to do likewise.
I have historically written a very, very wide range of "problematic" topics, including incest, age gaps, noncon, dubcon, and more. I am firmly of the belief that fiction is fiction; that said, I will always try to be considerate of others' limits where I am able.
I am asexual, and my interest in sex and sexuality is 100% predicated on the actors involved being fictional. If I am talking to you about fictional characters having sex, I would appreciate it very much if the topic would stay exclusively on the fictional characters. It's nothing personal, you're just gross because you're real, and I don't care to have a fun conversation about Ratchet's mommy milkers be derailed because you want to talk about doing lactation kink in real life.
My talking or writing about NSFW topics will never be an invitation for you to make advances on or assumptions about me, my preferences, or my actions.
I reliably get JAZZED AND A HALF when people talk to me about boobs, breast expansion/inflation, hyper boobs, unbirthing, mpreg, mechpreg, masturbation, mommy kink, and (very) public sex. I generally tend to like "weird" kinks better than "dark" kinks, but if you're ever unsure, you are welcome to (RESPECTFULLY) ask for more information.
My favorite ship dynamic is "The Stoic™ and Their Goofball".
I'm disabled! Very disabled! You will probably see me whine about it at some point. C'est la vie.
I have a little cat named Wally :) He makes me very happy :) He's part worm, that's why he only has three legs. His name is short for Wallaby and if you call him Wallace I will cry
Sometimes I voluntarily write essays. That, among other things, is what my alternate AO3 pseud is for.
I love Kesha and I am so obnoxious about it. Like not Stan Twitter obnoxious but I am all about that Musique
I genuinely really enjoy debating people on low-stakes fandom topics and will at times fail to pick up that others are not having as much fun as I am, or are interpreting my enthusiasm as aggression. Please never be afraid to tell me to back off if you're not in the mood, and know in turn that criticism and debate are often ways that I show appreciation for something I genuinely like.
You never, ever, ever owe me a response - not in reblogs, not in asks, not in DMs. You can drop off for absolutely any reason. I will let you know if the subject is important enough to me that I'd rather you say something.
Aaaaaaand that should be it! Thanks for coming, let's pal around and have a good time!
Having seen some births now i can say that dog birth is amazing cos they just slip n slide out one after the other like a little conveyor belt. And theyre so little and unformed. And then UNGULATE BIRTHS ... are amazing for the opposite reason which is that 10mins after being born they are filing their taxes. Unless they are goats, in which case they are committing tax fraud instead
Goats are what is called a precocial species, which means that shortly after birth they are able to do many thimgs on their own, such as standing, walking, eating, and embezzlement
Happy WIP Wednesday!!! Here's two scenes from the fic I'm working on because I wanted to write one scene of every Structie falling for every other Structie, and then an epilogue where we have glimpses of all their first merges! It's sixty-two scenes in total! Kill me!!!!
Pairing: ConstructiProwl (emphasis on "Constructi-")
Warnings: High-grade (alcohol) consumption
Length: Of this snippet, 707 words. Of the outline, 1249 words. In total? Kill me.
"My problem is," Bonecrusher huffed, eyeing his dart's trajectory, "I can never finish slag."
"Mm, I've been there. Always getting a new idea in the middle of a project, eh?" Scrapper put in, sipping his high-grade. They were at the bar more for Hauler's benefit than his - Long Haul had been to his hab a fair few times and seemed to enjoy it well enough, but he wasn't making more friends by hanging around with Scrapper and, occasionally, his med-student conjunx. Hook would be busy tonight, so when some of the crew had invited them out, Scrapper had been quick to accept on his and Long Haul's behalves.
Long Haul, for his part, seemed to be getting along okay. He was perched at the bar with a couple of their coworkers, looking a bit hunched - though that tended just to come with the sheer size of him. He'd look hunched even at his and Hook's kitchen table.
He hadn't pinged Scrapper for an urgent rescue yet, and that was the part that mattered first and foremost.
"Nah, it's not that," Bonecrusher grunted, tossing his dart. He got an outer-bullseye and groaned. "I'm down to 239, that's you."
Scrapper stood, pulling out his darts - he was playing green, Bonecrusher yellow. Matched their paint. "Yeah? What's the problem?"
"Just kinda realize midway through that the thing I'm workin' on fraggin' sucks. Slag idea, slag execution, slag everything. And then I scrap it."
"Don't even keep the scraps? Maybe use 'em for inspiration later on?"
"Figure slag scraps'll just make for more slag."
Scrapper quieted as he threw his darts, one after the other. He was doing a little better than Bonecrusher, but it took him a second to do the math. "I'm at…"
"216," Bonecrusher finished for him, just seconds before he got there himself.
"So you don't even see the diamonds in the rough, do you?"
"Even the best parts are slag," Bonecrusher rumbled. "Just… every time. Every time, I get to a point where I realize none of it's any fraggin' good."
"I have to doubt that, Bonecrusher."
"How'd you know? You ain't seen none of it."
Scrapper snorted, watching Bonecrusher line up his next throw. He hadn't expected that Bonecrusher would be the type to take his time about this kind of thing. Moreover, he hadn't expected his impulsive, dumbaft coworker Bonecrusher to remind him of Hook.
"I know perfectionists," he replied, and watched Bonecrusher, once again, fall just short of the bull's-eye.
"The thing is," Scrapper said, sitting heavily with his next round of drinks - it'd been on him, at his own insistence, once they'd finished their game. "You gotta be your own biggest advocate, mech. Nobody else is gonna believe in your art if you don't."
Bonecrusher snorted. "It ain't art. And what, you're sayin' the idiots on top are gonna push for art when they can just get whatever slop builds cheapest?"
"It's design. Design is art," Scrapper insisted. There was something so personable about how he pushed, any other mech would've pissed Bonecrusher off by then - but Scrapper had this amenable quality about him that compelled Bonecrusher to listen. "And that's exactly the kinda scenario I'm talking about. No mech else is gonna invest in your vision if you can't tell 'em why it's better this way. You have to be the one to tell it to 'em."
"Even if it's slag."
"I'm willing to bet your slag is better than their slop."
"You gotta stop telling me that. You still ain't seen it."
"Because," Scrapper leaned in, and Bonecrusher almost leaned back, a little alarmed by how intense Scrapper was getting all of a sudden. "You haven't had the guts to show anybody."
Bonecrusher chewed on that for a klik. Something rankled in him at the implication that he was being a coward about this.
Scrapper straightened, cocking his helm and then looking towards the bar. "Ah, we're gonna have to hit pause, Hauler's pinging for a rescue. Wanna walk home with us?"
Bonecrusher kept turning his glyphs over in his helm. Then, he realized Scrapper was waiting for an answer.
"Yeah, alright," he decided, not quite ready to stop listening to what this odd, persistent, endlessly creative mech had to say.
