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MORE FANART FOR “I Asked for a Monster and You Gave Me a Fairytale” on ao3 by @space-anon-writes i wanna collectively do all of the SBI but i know im gonna struggle with the details and gore of Technos mask and wilburs holes/?/ (that sounds weird out of context XD) anyways! hope you all have a lovely day :)
oh! and heres a link to the fic highly recommend it :D VV
https://archiveofourown.org/works/33670090
I REALLY LIKE THE SPOOKY SPOOKY VIBES OF @space-anon-writes WORK!!! I THINK THERE FIC IS NEAT AF!!
go look at there dark sbi fic!! “I Asked for a Monster and You Gave Me a Fairytale” its really good, and the side story of bed rock brossss yess
anyways heres sick tommy, might do one of wilbur and techno later!
fic link VV
https://archiveofourown.org/works/33670090
So I done got the brain rot for Treasure Planet at the moment. Yall know what happens next.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Preview of brand new fic: CW space pirate style violence, use of the pronoun She to describe a ship (just throwing that warning in there cause I know it can be uncomfortable for some folks)
Techno grinned.
Blood rushed through his ears, itching, almost burning as he saw the massive cruiser up ahead.
His fingers twitched on the weapons control, hovering over the numerous lights that flickered and hummed beneath his palms. The patch of fur at the back of his neck bristled in delight at the oncoming prize.
“Ohoho she’s a big one!” he chuckled, toothy and red eyed at his captain. “That’s her right?”
Captain Flint, a man taller than the tales told of him, towered over the helm. Six eyes, six limbs, six fangs protruding from his crocodilian face, his carapace shimmering with the blood-light reflection of the solar sails of the Syndicate, his sensory tendrils catching the energy in the air and fluttering like hair in a harsh wind.
If the man was capable of smiling, Techno was certain he would be.
As it was, Flint gripped the helm with fingered pincers and nodded, each of his eyes blinking in tandem.
“Aye that be her.” his voice was hollow and boney, rattling through Techno’s skull.
If the man didn’t know any better, he’d have thought his captain some sort of undead monster.
As it was, he was very much alive, though no less a monster.
A monster just as eager to finally capture their prey as Techno was.
Flint steered the Syndicate to the portside of the cruiser, their own vessel tiny in comparison. A repurposed hunting ship, small and sleek and built for ambush initially, Flint’s guile had turned her into a perfect predator. There was nothing she couldn’t do when under his command, Techno knew. If she needed to fight a cruiser twenty times her size, she was more than capable of doing so.
“Weapons at the ready Captain.” Techno’s fingers refused to stop their itching as the adrenaline built, burning, boiling hotter and higher in his chest. “Permission to fire?”
He could practically taste the panic in the cruiser beside them as the Syndicate’s crew rushed to starboard, grappling hooks and gangplanks at the ready.
“Fire when ready weapons master.” Flint’s order echoed in his skull.
Techno pressed the coms button at his station.
“FIRE ALL, LADS!”
He pulled the trigger on the bridge canons.
And watched as hell broke loose.
Laughing.
