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[patches-bitsandbobs]

who’s gay little rat is this

[nnineteen84]

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[strangewhitegirl321]

Illusory (10th Doctor)

{Not my gif.}

(A.N. This was a request I got on Tumblr... literally over a year ago. I am @sorry for the wait. Oops. Now I can't even find the messages I had to see what the expectations are for the fic or to tag the person who requested it. I'm so sowwy! I had no clue how I was going to finish this fic either, so I apologise if the ending is sloppy, but I just absolutely had to get this out of my drafts.)

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    "I can't let you post it, you know," The Doctor stated, exasperation covering his face and seeping through his voice. "Too many people would recognise me. It's not a good idea."

    "Who said I was going to post it?" Turning to give him an amused grin, (Y/n) nudged his shoulder gently. "It's just something fun- and, a good way to keep memories alive!"

    The Doctor's brows raised, the left side of his lips quirking up in just the slightest smile as the girl stepped in front of him.

    "Whenever we want to remember what happened here and all the fun we had, we can just rewatch the video!" His companion exclaimed, excitement practically twinkling in her eyes.

    "I suppose so, but you have to promise not to post it." The Doctor pulled one of his hands from the pocket of his trench coat, pointing it menacingly at (Y/n) as she quickly nodded in agreement.

    Without a hint of hesitation, she proclaimed, "I promise!"

    The Doctor tilted his head, seeming to study her before tucking his hand back into his pocket. Seemingly satisfied, he pursed his lips and nodded.

    "Alright, then. Show me what you have so far." He requested, watching as (Y/n) whipped out her phone and opened up the camera app. "Aw, seriously, you used a standard phone app? That's just pitiful."

    Almost immediately, a frown covered (Y/n)'s face as she turned to give him a look, "I can't afford any big fancy cameras, Doctor. This is all I have. Besides, do you have anything better?"

    "Yes, I do, actually," Seeming contented, the Doctor began to roll around on the balls of his feet. "I have plenty of gidgets and gadgets that would do a much better job than that sorry machine."

    (Y/n) could only huff at him in annoyance, pouting as she whined, "Well why didn't you mention that earlier? That would have been so much better-"

    (Y/n) cut herself off, a thought jumping front and centre in her mind, "Would you be able to teach me how to use any of those machines? For future reference?" She turned to face him better, looking him straight in the eye with her knuckles turning white from the strained grip she had on her phone.

    The Doctor pursed his lips again, rolling his head around on his shoulders as he observed her before finally conceding, saying, "Well, when your eyes sparkle like that, I can't say no, can I?" His companion immediately began jumping with glee, before he raised his hands and swiftly calmed her.

    "But first, show me the video! You said you already have it edited and everything!" He exclaimed, grabbing her hand and dragging her to the sitting area nearby.

    "Oh! Right, right!" Swiftly, (Y/n) whipped her phone around in her hands and pulled out the video in a few short taps. Apparently, she had already watched it halfway through on her own- because the video immediately started playing at the twelve minute point rather than the beginning.

    "-if we get murdered, it will most definitely not be my fault-" The Doctor's voice chimed out, chiding the past version of (Y/n) who had claimed their murder would be on the Doctor's hands.

     The Doctor leaned forward in interest, hardly remembering his own words, before (Y/n) restarted the video. The first thing the Doctor's eyes were pleased to see was a horrible shot of the underside of (Y/n)'s chin as she badly hid the camera from his past self's view.

     "Alright, Doctor, where are we today?"  She asked, the footage shaky as she fought to keep up with the Doctor's long strides.

    "Well, I remember you saying you wanted to visit some place creepy- so today, (Y/n), we are in Atchison, Kansas, planet Earth, fall of 2019," He explained in the video with optimism.

    The girl in the video nodded, and quickly replied, "That explains the good wifi signal." The real Doctor started in his place on the couch as (Y/n) snorted at her own comment.

    "I'm already hilarious," She stated, knocking shoulders with the Time Lord. In reply, he rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the video- just in time to see that his companion had managed to capture his previous eye roll at the first comment on camera.

    "Now- why are we on planet Earth, in Kansas, in 2019 when we could be literally anywhere else in the universe?" (Y/n) asked, a car siren going off in the distance. However, she quickly stopped where she was and gasped.

    "Oh, wow- this place is beautiful," She sighed, turning the camera around to catch the sight of a gorgeous mansion with a red roof and a beautifully groomed lawn bathed in the sunset's light. "Is this why we're here, Doctor?"

    The Doctor nodded, jumping on the balls of his feet and trotting over to one of the hedges that guarded the lot. When he was in front of it, he squatted down and sent himself flying over it with a huff. His long, skinny legs flew over his head before he smashed into the ground with an 'umph.'

    A bark of a laugh left his companion's lips, before she trotted over to him- and suddenly, her camera phone was tossed over the hedge, just barely managing to capture her graceless vault over the hedge and more so capturing her face plant into the lawn.

    "Well that's a great way to start off the night, i'nt it?" The Doctor laughed, standing to his feet and brushing off his trench coat.

    (Y/n) laughed with joy, grabbing the hand he offered her and jumping to her feet before smacking the grass and dirt off her legs, "Why didn't you just park the TARDIS in the yard?"

    "Because I like a good ol' jump every now and then! It's great on the calves," Without missing a beat, the Doctor defended himself.

    After the quick jests, the pair hurried up to the front of the mansion. The Doctor was quick to reveal his sonic screwdriver, opening one of the doors and quickly dragging (Y/n) inside. When her eyes spied the interior of the mansion, she made a sound that revealed the drop of her stomach.

    "Oh," She started, "This isn't quite as enchanting as the outside, I have to say..." Her voice trailed off, before the Doctor relocked the door behind them.

    "Yes, well," He began to explain, pressing himself against her as he looked around, "Welcome to the Winchester Mansion. If you think it's creepy now, wait till we get further inside."

    "Alright, seriously now, Doctor, why are we here?" The girl quizzically asked as the man moved past her to waltz down the hall. She followed after him quickly, refusing to lose track of him as he wandered the house.

    "We're here to visit an old friend of mine," He explained, "He's a bit of a hermit, really, likes to give people a right good scare- but, he's harmless. Totally harmless."

    "Why does it feel like you're trying to convince me this night will end well?" Exasperated, (Y/n) sighed, the camera shifting to view her rubbing the bridge of her nose in a faked stress. However, when the Doctor chuckled at her words, a small smile bloomed beneath her hand before she attempted to smother it. Her attempts were in vain, seeing as the Doctor's foot found the wrong side of an elegant carpet and nearly sent him tumbling to the ground. A howl of a laugh left her lips, before she gave up on her act.

    Recorded-(Y/n) gently put a hand on his elbow, helping him straighten up. When he was back on his feet, he gave her a cheesy, thankful grin before continuing down the eerie, dark hall.

    The Doctor and (Y/n) watched as their past selves ventured through the Winchester mansion. (Y/n) seemed to have watched the video several times before, seeing as each time something would happen she would intently watch the Doctor's face for his reaction. Each time he laughed, she laughed herself.

    There were moments in the video that the Doctor hadn't expected. Intimacy was plain between the two time travellers in the video- however, the Doctor never would have known he was so affectionate with his companion if it weren't for the video.

    He watched as his recorded-self encouraged (Y/n) to open a door and step out, laughing when she was shocked to find nothing but a sharp fall on the other side. She had turned to him with a gasp and immediately accused him of wanting her to fall, but her accusations were quickly hushed when she was wrapped up in his arms.

    The Doctor frowned at the phone's poor job of recording. In the embrace, although he could hear the giggles and quips between his past self and (Y/n), he could only see his armpit in the video. He wished he could see her face in that moment- wished he could see her smile when he embraced her. Something told him there was a smile reserved specifically for him, specifically for when he wouldn't see. The poor Time Lord was dying to see it.

    Suddenly, recording videos with (Y/n) didn't seem so bad anymore. In fact, as the video played on, the Doctor began to plan how he could record future adventures with (Y/n). After all, he wanted to see that smile that's just for him. And, he never wanted to forget what being with her was like. Somehow, even in a dark, creepy mansion with seemingly nothing eventful taking place, the pair of them together were able to entertain themselves with vast stupidity. That stupidity was worth the risk, he supposed.

    From that point on, the Doctor vowed to record every adventure with (Y/n).

[narrie]

BUT THIS ONE GON’ LAST CAUSE HER NAME IS ARI!!!!!! 

[archived-for-memories]

The Nier: Automata crossover with Eddsworld that no one needed except for me.

If you don’t know what Nier: Automata is (and let’s face it, a lot of people don’t), it’s basically Earth gets invaded by aliens and aliens attack with machines and wipe out humanity so the people that are left escape to the moon and made androids which they send to Earth to try to take back Earth from the machines and aliens and it’s been several thousand years and they’re still going at it.

So the guys are all androids that get sent to Earth to kiCK SOME MECHANICAL A—

(And all the androids have personalities, but can’t show emotions. Don’t ask me why that’s just how it is.)

{And the combat and tactical ones are decked in black.)

(Stay tuned for more.)

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started: 15/11/2023 - if Bad Cop doesn't like Wilson, why does he hold him up to let Wilson stargaze? and if Bad Cop is as impassive as he says, why does he enjoy stargazing with Wilson?

there isn't too much to gander at, when you're strapped to the top of an APC, unable to move, absolutely scared out of your wits because oh my god that rocket exploded right next to me, or wow those bullets sure are hitting uncomfortably close to me. it doesn't make the sight seeing too enjoyable, but in the short amount of time he's been on the surface, he has to say that the sky is easily the best thing to look at.

it's a watercolour of dark blues, with the faintest hints of greens and greys mixed in. what seems like a million stars are littered for as far as he can see; all different sizes, all varying levels of brightness, some seemingly overlapping with others. when paired with the snowy scenery of the arctic, it really is a beautiful sight to behold.

… well. when the snow hasn't been spattered with gore, or shredded from a panicked drivers swerves, or pot-marked with bullet holes and rocket blasts.

back to looking at the sky, then.

he tries to strike up strings of conversation with the Boss while they putter along the road, after the occasional stop to gun down something, either out of necessity or for fun. the Boss is real picky with words, and kind of mean most of the time, but he thinks they've been making good head-way. he's just so curious - the first person he spoke to after an eternity alone was the boss, and now he's having an adventure with the boss's brother! on the surface! … the brothers clone. the clone's brother? he's still a bit confused on that part. either way, the Boss is the second person he's been able to talk to in ages. so what if he's a little excited about it?

but when the Boss is away, or the Boss doesn't want to talk, he looks at the sky, and tries to count as many stars as he can. by the time he's up to 146, they're inside a tunnel, one that seems to stretch on forever. the sky is replaced for concrete, and he remembers that, yeah, this surface business really isn't as cracked up as he thought it'd be. it kind of sucks, actually; being shot at and blown up and chased down is not nice. it's especially not nice when you're stuck on top of a rocky vehicle with a bad driver behind the wheel (full offense intended. he thinks the Boss does it on purpose).

after another quick chat, the Boss heads in to the ominous building of Arbiet #2. he's been left on top of the APC. alone. staring at the locked door. that's made of stone. and is a stoney white. riveting.

he hasn't seen the sky in five minutes, and he can't move himself to look at literally anything else. he wants, needs, to look at something else. the surface sucks, but staring at a wall - something he's intimately familiar with - is even worse.

'I'm not going back in there again.' he hears the Boss sneer as footsteps rush out of the building. he ignores the panic in the Boss's tone in favour of his own mental health.

'say Boss, can I ask for a favour?'

'no.' the Boss instantly snaps back. he'd figured he'd get that kind of response, but he keeps pushing, desperate.

'aw c'mon Boss, I promise it won't take long, I just, I really need a change of scenery, y'know?' the stomp of steps stop right beside the APC, giving him a boost of confidence. 'I er, I can't really move around like you, because, uh. I don't have legs. well I do, but not bendable legs. and if I keep looking at this door, I really am gonna lose my mind.' he chuckles without the humour, a nervous little flutter with just a hint of hysteria. the door reminds him too much of the catacombs. now that he's out of that wretched place, he doesn't ever want to be reminded of it again. 'I know you're in a hurry, but uh. yeah. you don't, don't have to, but I- ... it would mean a lot. to look at somethin' else for a second.'

there's a pause. the sounds of muted tapping against a metal surface. he wishes he could see what the Boss was exactly doing.

'will it get you to stop talking?' the Boss finally relents, sounding annoyed and defeated, which sparks elation within his motherboard.

'yes.'

'fine.' the Boss unhooks him from the APC's clasps, arms wrapping around his metal shell, and he's being marched into Arbiet #2. true to his word, he doesn't say anything. he already feels a hell of a lot better, as they pass by blinking monitors and bright red lights, sights that are tons more engaging to look at than a slab of brick. he gets walked into a comfy looking surveillance room, and the door leading to the balcony is a blessedly short trip. it, surprisingly, overlooks the indoor roadway rather than the surface.

the roof of the tunnel has a hole in it, where long pillars of rock poke through. a flock of what's most likely Xen life circle the pillars, a light drift of snow fluttering down into the clear water below. the sky stands tall above them, still the same washed out blues and greens and greys, with just as many stars strewn across the universe. the Boss holds him high enough so he can see everything, but not so far over the railing that the threat of a slip could send him to the depths. he feels safe in the Boss's solid grip. and it's striking. it's somehow even more beautiful down here, seemingly enclosed and secluded away from the rest of the world. at least this time, there's nothing shooting at them; no one shouting, nothing exploding, no horrific deaths, no needless slaughter. it's almost peaceful, in a way. like there isn't a war going on. like the Combine haven't eradicated everything they can get their hands on. they may have been able to take earth into their iron fists, but they can't take away the colours of the sky, nor the brightness of the stars, or the natural beauty of it all, no matter how hard they seem to try. this little pocket is ours, now, he smugly thinks to himself, the dull beeps of distant machines and the far off chirps of foreign wildlife seeming to agree with him.

'better?' the Boss asks after a minute, not once lowering him. he wonders how the Boss's arms aren't tired yet. does he still have feeling in them? he'll have to ask at some point.

'yeah.' it's said in a sigh. oh yeah, the Boss likes him alright. he can deny it all he wants, but he knows that the Boss likes him. 'thanks, Boss. I really needed that.'

'yeah yeah whatever. c'mon, let's get moving, being in here creeps me the hell out.' he's brought close to the Boss's chest, arms encased around him securely, but he seems to hesitate. the Boss let's him gaze at their pocket for a few seconds longer; then he turns around, and starts heading back for the APC.

and he wonders, as his gears warm up and his circuits buzz with more electricity than normal, if this is what love feels like. he's too happy to notice that they've come to a stop at the doorway, the concrete door still blocking the APC's exit, the Boss grumbling unintelligibly under his static-y breath. he can't stop himself from giggling, which just seems to irritate the Boss further.

'ah Boss, did you forget to hit the switch?'

'shut up. you distracted me.'

'not the first time I didn't! I wasn't even in there with you, that was your own fault!' a short bout of silence. the Boss's slight fidgeting. 'I shoulda' left you in those catacombs where you were standing.' it's said with no real bitterness, and he's never felt so happy in his life. 'but'cha didn't!' god is it nice to be around someone again. even if he's kind of a jerk.

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imagine trying to move all your stuff to FF.net because you hate AO3 so much but then all the emails break and nothing is being sent out nor in and its been broken for two months. lol. lmao even. anyway Wilson my friend Wilson

edit late December: FF.Net emails fixed yippie

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started: 31/1/2023 - Peppino goes home and takes a shower. the others follow him. *slight spoilers for the ending!*

they reach his parlour. Peppino opens the door and heads straight for the bathroom. he doesn't address anyone - doesn't even look anyone in the eye - the only answer to their silent questions being a door slammed in their faces. they hear the water run, a scream as boiling water hits sore skin, a barely audible sigh, rhythmic splashes. steam pours from under the door. they are left to their own devices.

Noise clicks his tongue, hands on his hips, looking around the place. he's never actually stepped inside Peppino's pizza place before. shithole, he thinks. beside him, Vigilante casually twirls his revolver around, messing with his hat with the other hand. Pepperman has, somehow, pulled out his art kit, painting something or other, while Brick is trying to sniff out where the cheese is. Fake Peppino, bless his gooy heart, instantly takes shop behind the counter, getting to work on making a fresh pizza, while Mr Sticks gets busy scrounging around for any loose coins.

'well, what now?' Gustavo asks the band, completely lost. he, unlike the others, has a home, since he didn't live inside the tower, but he doesn't know if he should just. leave. Brick looks at him with a squeak, as if to say "fuck if I know", before getting back to his mission. Noise wanders off, more interested in exploring than answering Gustavo's question. Vigilante puts his gun away, shrugging. Pepperman is too engrossed in his painting to pay attention.

'oh.' Gustavo rings his hands together. Mr Sticks does a triumphant sound, putting all his effort into pulling something from under a table. he makes a disgusted face at the bottle cap coated in gum and thanks God that he’s wearing gloves. he tosses it over his shoulder and resumes his search. Fake Peppino hums a short laugh, flipping dough almost expertly, if he wasn't a freak. 'hm. well. ah. I suppose I'm gonna. leave, now.' Gustavo thumbs over his shoulder at the front door. no one really answers him.

Bricks head darts up. within seconds, he's at Gustavo's side, bumping his snout into Gustavo's shoulder. the notion brightens Gustavo right up, and with a grin, he rubs Bricks ear. he finds a note-pad and pen, writes a little message, sticks it to the counter, then leaves. the two walk past the towers debris, and disappear into the dusk.

Peppino leaves the bathroom half an hour later, squeaky clean and so dizzy he can barely keep his head up. worryingly, he stumbles his way toward the living room, where he collapses onto the ratty couch. at least I had the energy to get dressed, is his last thought, before he conks out cold.

Noise is the first to find him, because of course he is. a million things flash through his mind - he could put a bucket full of paint over the door, or he could rig the TV to explode when it turned on, or he could put the TV on 100 volume and blow his ears out - but then he remembers the tower. I'm not that much of a monster, he tuts to himself, before he spots a discarded pen on the table. ah, but who am I to let such a moment pass? so he grabs it, uncaps it, and draws on Peppinos face.

one pair of glasses, swirls on his cheeks, and the word "wanker" written on his forehead are served. he grins at his handiwork. Peppino hadn't even stirred. it should worry him that Peppino seems dead. it doesn't.

he's about to walk away before another idea hits him. he unties his cape, flaps it out, then tucks Peppino into it. it becomes large enough to cover him completely. knobhead, are Noises parting thoughts, before leaving to explore more of Peppino's home.

Vigilante walks into the room next, a plate of steaming pizza in hand. he raises a brow at Peppino's new face. with a sigh, he puts the plate on the table, and leaves.

Pepperman comes in, stencil and paintbrush in hand. he searches the room for any inspiration, and lands on Peppino. he sets up, and gets to work. he paints a vibrant and cartoony version of Peppino defeating an evil Pizza God. the colours are out there and bright, the lines rough and exaggerated. Peppino is wearing a cape. Pepperman is at the bottom of the piece, cheering him on. he makes sure to add the Noises additions to his piece. once he's finished, he packs up and leaves, in search of more inspiration to draw from.

Fake Peppino crawls into the room later. he looks between Peppino and the TV. the space on the couch is too small for him to fit, and he doesn't like the looks of the chair, so his next best option is the ceiling. he hops up and sticks himself to it, sitting like a frog right above Peppino, stretching his arm out to grab the remote. he does all of this in the noisiest way possible. none of it rouses Peppino, who snores on. once Fake Peppino finds a station he likes, he croaks, getting comfortable.

Mr Sticks slouches into the room. he thinks he's being sneaky when he approaches Peppino, goals set on seeing if Peppino's wallet is on his person, but he doesn't notice Fake Peppino until he hears the animalistic growls right above him. when he looks up, two eyes drip down, leering at him dead on. he follows the strands up to find them connected to Fake Peppino's hollow face. Mr Sticks does a full body shudder at the sight, rethinks his plans, and bolts from the room. satisfied, Fake's eyes return to their pits, and he resumes watching TV.

it doesn't take long for the whole band - sans Mr Sticks, who is still ran-sacking - to gather into the living room. Peppino is still asleep, and still doesn't wake up as the group get themselves comfy around him. Noise and Vigilante take the remaining spots on the couch, while Pepperman sinks into the stuffed chair. Fake Peppino remains above them, his attention not leaving the screen once.

'aye, is he dead? we ain't sat next to a corpse right?' Noise asks Vig some time later, side eyeing Peppino with disgust. Vig inspects Pep with a critical eye. he tips his hat once.

'nah, he's still kickin'.'

'oh good; sitting next to a dead guy would've been kinda gross.'

'woulda made for some good art though!' Pepperman chimes in. the others ignore the comment.

'oi, what'cha watchin', Fakey?' Noise asks Fake Peppino. Fake does a fucked up grunt. Noises entire demeanour flattens. 'oh of course you watch Come Dine With Me as well.' Fake barks with laughter. he has the remote glued to his hand. Noise frowns up at him. 'you've been in here forever; can't we watch something?' Fake sticks his disturbingly human coloured tongue out at him, and returns his focus to the TV. Noise, with a dramatic flourish, waves a hand up at Fake Peppino, before full bodily leaning on to the real Peppino. he snorts, but remains asleep.

'damn, he's really knocked out, huh?' Pepperman mutters as Noise sighs, curling into a ball.

'fatty's still breathing - he's fine.' so Pepperman shrugs, and turns to watch people cook shitty meals.

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I didn’t know how to end this, and it was already getting too long, so I didn’t. Gustavo wrote something like “hope ur okay heres my number call me oxoxo” and drew Brick