Patch the sentient quilt, She/They, blog currently 16+ for suggestive and/or explicit fic reblogs. I write sometimes.
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Fandoms I might write for:
Criminal Minds
DCU
Arcane
Maybe Fallout 3/4
Creepypasta
Like, almost any Matthew Gray Gubler character
Transformers
Please ask about the character you’d like to request first! I don’t have a list quite yet of who I do and don’t necessarily wanna right for. Thanks for your patience. <3
Things I’m willing to write:
Fluff
Angst
Violence
Nonsexual Nudity
Not doing smut cause I’m not confident enough in my writing ability for that, please don’t request it. Anything else is a free for all though. Fair warning any asks sent might not be responded to by order but by how much it inspires me to write something.
Working on a 6-Part Spencer Reid x Reader right now so any requests will also probably be blurbs. Thank you :)
God I hope they remaster fallout 3 but finally allow me to romanticize Charon so I can unlock a tragic ass back story that finally sets him free form his contract.
But at the end of it he’ll pull you aside to talk to you, rather than giving you this long ass speech of how he is thankful. He gives you the choice to keep him around or to let him leave. The text bubbles pop up so you can choose but not even a second later they disappear and he’s like. Don’t answer that. I know you pretty well by now, kid. I know you’ll let me go so I can finally live. But I don’t want to be anywhere else but here with you.
Mermaid reader anyone?? This is such a silly idea 😠But I thought it'd be fun
So basically the MC is a mermaid/sea creature that lives in the blood ocean. I imagine her as those kinda creepy mermaids—jagged fins, a long tail, scales running along exposed parts of skin, sharp talons, webbed fingers, razor teeth, void-like eyes, that kind of stuff.
Anyway, I regret nothing I loved writing this. I'm working on pt 2 of the previous oneshot but it's taking a bit, so hopefully that should be finished soon 🫶
Simon was panicking, even if it wasn't visible. The expression he wore was concentrated, his attention aimed towards keeping his current order of tasks—move the levers of the control panel, mark the route on his makeshift map, hit the camera to check his surroundings, then repeat the process all over again.
Aside from his set jaw and the small beads of sweat dripping down his forehead, there were little signs of stress. If anything, he would've blamed the latter on the sweltering heat of the hull that's been getting worse by the minute.
He didn't want to acknowledge the dread that had a death grip on his heart. Acknowledging it meant giving into the reality that he wasn't going to make it out of this alive—that this wasn't an expedition, but an execution.
That outcome was staring him straight in the face after the sub detached due to that thing, leaving him abandoned at the bottom of this god-forsaken ocean with so little oxygen left. The odds weren't in his favor, never were from the start, but he'd lose his sanity faster if he let those pessimistic thoughts plague his mind.
So, he busied himself with finding his way back, to where he'd be able to find a signal for the intercom again. At this point, he could care less about finding anything else. He already obtained the skeletal sample, now he just needed to find his way back to the station where they could haul him up. He knew that was wishful thinking, but it was the only thing keeping him going right now.
Simon's head was throbbing by the twentieth time he trailed back to mark the map with the charcoal pencil pinched between his fingers. There was no doubt in his mind that he sustained a concussion when the sub dropped, seeing as all the metal around him wasn't exactly a suitable cushion for his head to land on. Unfortunately, there wasn't anything he could do but bear through the pain—the alcohol he drank helped dull it a little bit, thankfully.
He dragged his hand down his face, exhaustion creeping in due to the physical strain on his bruised muscles, making his body ache even more. All he wanted to do was rest, to collapse on the ground and be over with it all, but that wasn't an option unless he wanted to slowly suffocate. So, he begrudgingly trailed over to the photo button, needing to get a visual of his surroundings before he continued on with this tedious pattern.
His bandaged palm slammed against the glowing button, expression blank and eyes lidded as he awaited the bright flash of the screen before him. A few seconds later it did, and any weariness from before faded within an instant, an ice cold spear of terror piercing his heart at what was shown.
There was some kind of creature staring right at the camera in front of the submarine, its eyes large and black like the abyss. It wasn't like any of the others he'd seen before—inhumanly long hair that flowed around the form, arms covered in scales and ending in claws that looked like they could slice through metal, jagged fins along various parts of the body, and a tail that was so long it seemed to wind around and past the body.
By the time the temporary image faded away, Simon had snapped out of his daze, confusion briefly replacing the fear that once paralyzed him. That thing almost looked like... a woman? No, that couldn't be right, it had too many features that were not human. It couldn't possibly be that—maybe he was finally starting to hallucinate from his head injury.
Hesitantly he reached out to press the button again, brown eyes intently focused on the screen before him and brows furrowed in concentration. Seconds later it flashed again, and sure enough the thing was still there, only slightly moved in its position. Those big eyes never moved from the camera, except this time its head was tilted to the side, as if puzzled at whatever this flashing device was that could beam through the thick blood surrounding it.
Even after a second photo, Simon wasn't sure what to think. Apprehension was still present – nothing good happened everytime he's encountered a creature down here – yet there was a newfound curiosity.
It– No, she didn't appear to have any desire to attack his submarine. She was rather large, easily big enough to wrap her body and tail around the entirety of the sub, yet not nearly as ginormous as the other thing he encountered. And yet she wasn't using that size to her advantage, wasn't trying to shake the sub off balance or break through the walls—nothing was happening.
The third time he pressed the button was absent-mindedly, as if slowly becoming mesmerized by this newfound discovery. When the screen flashed again she was right up against the camera, a long, clawed finger visibly against the lens.
Right after that he heard a rhythmic tapping sound come from the front of the hull. Simon blinked, mouth slightly ajar as he stared towards the front in disbelief. Was she trying to get his attention? Did she even know someone was inside, or just saw a giant hunk of metal and started examining it?
Whichever it was, he found his feet treading carefully towards the front, unsure of how to address the situation he found himself in. So long as he wasn't in any danger, then he supposed it was alright. But he couldn't be certain that wasn't a possibility just yet.
The tapping continued, to which he took a deep breath while balancing his hands on the edge of the panel. "Hey, uh, don't mind me. Just passing through." He called out, loud enough that it echoed around the walls of the hull.
Immediately the tapping stopped and he held his breath, silently regretting saying anything at all. The seconds that ticked by were agonizing, his heart starting to pick up in pace as he braced himself for some kind of impact.
Nothing came except a high-pitched noise that seemed to dance around the submarine. It was feminine and surprisingly comforting, likely due to how non-threatening it sounded. It was repeated, and he realized she must've been swimming around the sub, that thought confirmed by the gentle rocking that occurred with the movement of each keen chirp.
He didn't know what that response was supposed to mean, but took it as a positive one since she wasn't clawing her way through the metal. "You're probably the only thing here that doesn't want to kill me." He mumbled to himself, running a hand down his face as relief crashed over him like tidal wave.
The delightful noises continued swirling around him, to which he couldn't help the small, upward twitch of his lips. "Must be boring down here if you're excited over a tube of metal with a guy stuck in it." He said, loud enough for her to hear.
He wasn't sure if she could understand what he was saying, but she gave a new sound in reply—a whistle of sorts, followed by a lower rumbling that he could feel the vibrations of through the hull. There was an audible swish as her body slid alongside the exterior, to which he exhaled in amusement, able to imagine the way she was gliding and twirling all around in excitement.
He decided she was far better company than whatever the fuck that other creature was that got him stuck down here.
Right after that thought his head perked up, a new idea forming with this discovery. Those brown eyes searched the wall of the hull, as if he'd somehow be able to see her. "Hey, think you can, uh, help me out a bit? I'm lost." He winced the minute the words left his mouth, both cause he sounded insane and he realized something. "Fuck, you can't even respond..."
Mindlessly his finger tapped against the control panel, to which he heard her tap against the front camera again in return—a sound that provided the answer he was looking for.
"Give one tap for yes, two taps for no." He quickly blurted out, hoping by some miracle she was able to comprehend what he was trying to communicate to her. When he actually heard a singular tap, followed by silence, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Shit, I didn't think you could actually understand me."
Shocking as it was, he wasn't going to bother with questioning it. This changed everything for him. Now he didn't have to blindly rely on coordinates, but could instead have her guide him to a path of safety. Except if he guided her back to the base, then that'd likely put her in danger. For some odd reason, he couldn't bare the thought of anything happening to this innocent creature.
Plus, why would he want to go back to them, anyway? That woman – he didn't know her name, nor did he care to – made it clear she could care less about his end of the deal. He wasn't stupid, he knew they were going to leave him for dead, or if they did bring him back alive by some small chance, it wouldn't be freely like they promised. Everything they told him was a lie, so there was no doubt that his freedom was one, too.
With his mind made up, he glanced up towards the ceiling. "Could you guide me to land? Somewhere I can get out of this fucking tin can."
There was a pause, the only sound being the groaning and shifting of metal, before another tap met the submarine. Yes.
His lips pursed together, brown irises searching around as he tried to figure out how this would work. Even if she was leading him, he'd have to hit the camera button each time to find where she was, which wasn't optimal—especially when he wasn't sure how the radiation might effect her. He could try to follow her based on sound, but it might get lost in the constant noise of the ocean shifting. Maybe he could tell her to—
Suddenly the submarine lurched forward, sending him stumbling backwards until he crashed into the floor. A groan left him as the bruises on his back stung from the impact, taking a moment to regain his bearings due to the pain shooting up his spine.
When he did, he could hear the familiar sound of the coordinate numbers moving. Slowly he pushed himself to stand up, glancing around to ensure the submarine was in one piece, before refocusing his puzzled gaze back on the control panel.
He watched as the numbers moved on their own, his ears picking up on the swish of the ocean as he moved through it—or rather, as she moved him through it.
So she was definitely strong enough to tear this submarine apart if she wanted. Noted. He'd be extra careful not to accidentally piss her off.
"Yeah, that works... Uh, thanks." He stumbled over his words, a little dazed from everything that was happening. A happy trill was given as a response.
Simon went to settle on the seat, allowing his body a moment of relaxation now that he didn't have to be running back and forth. A long exhale left him, his eyes closing and shoulders falling while he listened to the occasional whistle she gave from behind. He found it amusing, like she was reassuring him she was still there despite literally steering this hunk of metal for him.
He wasn't sure how much time had passed, hadn't even realized he'd fallen asleep, the mental and physical exertion finally taking ahold of him.
For now, he was putting all his trust in this sea creature, who'd showed him more humanity than the people who put him in here.
about your most recent post- im sooo glad you said something!! cuz i was wondering the same thing myself. like yes Connor with another detective is great but i always think about: Connor x reader who witnessed a horrible crime and was brought to the police station for questioning (if thats how it would work, idk how crime stuff works lol) and Connor comforts them like hello??? or or, i think what you had in mind was literally just like a normal civilian so, Connor x teacher!Reader aaaaaa. yeah i have a lot of ideas and i would write these for sure but unfortunately, im not a writer. but if any writers see these TAKE THESE IDEAS AND RUN WITH THEM, you have pink pizazz piano anon’s blessing!!!✨ or maybe ill find a blog who takes requests idk. any who if you post this, thank you! if you toss it, totally understand! i literally just rambled! ok go hydrate bye!
-pink pizazz piano anon🎀✨🎹 (or pianon for short lol)
Oooooo this is sick!! I’m definitely gonna tuck it away in my brain but I’ve been absolutely swamped with class work and my personal life lately so whether or not it gets written is… well I don’t wanna talk about it ðŸ˜
If anyone thinks this is cool they could totally run with it though, I know I read the same scenarios written by different people all the time.
Ok y’all I have a question. Anyone know any good long Connor x Reader fics (preferably fem) where mc isnt a cop? I mean I get why it’s so common but I really wanna see our boy with a civilian.
For your Villain Mechaman AU, are the other members of the Z-Team like, real heroes? Or are they still reformed villains? Would they know Robert from their villain days?
Listen, this au is a fever dream I'm having just for fun so still haven't fully decided on everything. But we're flipping things around.
Here's some sketches I'm working on and more ideas
Red Blazer - the leader of one of the biggest gangs in the city. Wants to become the biggest and whatnot. Her team is Shroud's team (aka Toxic and the rest)
Phenomaman - sometimes did crimes cuz he didn't understand earth customs. Worked for and dated RB for awhile until she dumped him. SDN picked him up and sent into the Phoenix Program.
Chrisom or Strategist (prev. known as Shroud) ex-villain that used to work for Mecha Man 2 until he killed him and switched sides. Started the Phoenix program.
Trackstar - also ex villain. Went into the phoenix program after getting old.
Waterboy - arrested for stalking, kidnapping and a murder (he accidentally drowned the person he was obsessed with)
The Z-team are Heroes that fucked up in one way or another.
Invisigal - controversial hero cuz of her personality and powers. Often accused of stealing and stalking. Denies all of it.
Malevola is the same she's just an angel.
Sonar - communist. Got arrested for eating the rich (literally)
Flambae was a pretty successful hero until the fire department found out he was setting shit on fire to put it out. also. personality.
Prism got cancelled on twitter. She doesn't tell anyone why. Also petty shit like DUI.
Punch up was a hero but got into one too many bar fights.
Coop is white swan themed cause that's neat. Is a very successful hero but her methods of dealing with villains are considered rather controversial.
Golem is just Golem.
if anybody wants to design these ideas PLEASE DO i do NOT have the time (even though i'll try)
Robert is put with them cuz in the last 15 years he's managed to somehow piss off every competent hero int the city. So Z-team are actually the ones least likely to want to bash his head in if they find out his true identity! He also hates stuck up heroes so this bunch of idiots is actually preferable. Aside from Flambae none of them have faced mecha man before.
Anon who gave me the idea for Jason Todd x Finance Student!Reader ily… I’m figuring out the profile of an introverted, slightly jaded character thay i’m having a lot of fun with. Here’s a little snippet of just what I wrote in the last 30 minutes.
It might be ass but trust I have a vision.
I might trim down the swearing a little but eh, lemme know if you guys like that?
I just realized you meant a recommendation for fic to read I AM SO SORRY ðŸ˜ðŸ˜
LMAO YOURE GOOD That is a solid idea though… Anon that may or may not get written some day. I can’t make any promises but I’m definitely not deleting the ask. 👀
