#nutsandvoltsweek

[archerofthemists]

@nutsandvoltsweek Day Six: Nightmare

Arthur never had nightmares before, but now when he closes his eyes, all he sees is the fire

[teasweet13]

Day 5 Nuts and Volts week - Angst

Ah yes… the scorpion man tearing up in silence from the loss of his beloved doctor… shame really… if only the doctor was there- oh wait.

[3gglady]

Jailbreak

Here’s some more @nutsandvoltsweek art!!! Today’s the day of jailbreak, which got me hyped. I already did masquerade today so here’s the gays pulling a break out!!

[maelwyth]

@nutsandvoltsweek Day 3 — First Date

When Tyrian asked him out on a date, Watts was expecting something fancier than murder and running away from the authorities.

He wanted some fine dining, not having to flee a crime scene. It annoys him very much, but he won’t admit that Tyrian carrying him in his arms doesn’t bother him at all.

Haha, let’s imagine this is before Watts knows Tyrian well enough to be aware that his concept of “date” is very different from his. 

[shadydirt]

Whoops there’s a child now my b

Domestic / Tyrian’s prosthetic

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[pumpkinsadlatte]

Hey another @nutsandvoltsweek​ fic too short for ao3. I’ll rewrite it someday, but for now, have the raw.

Sorry, I robbed you all of more domestic to focus on Tyrian’s prosthesis today.

“It’s heavy.”

“You’ll get used to that.”

It really isn’t heavy. Not moreso than his natural tail had been, anyway. But he chooses to complain about the weight, rather than the part that really bothers him: the sound. He’s not used to the clicking yet. He’s used to his tail moving silently. And he hasn’t been able to get that damned little chamber to fill with venom, no matter how he concentrates on it.

But of course, he’s too irritated to get right to the point of the issue.

“Why bother if it’s just for the aesthetics?”

“For the last time, it is not aesthetic. It functions. You’re just not producing venom as quickly right now. Likely due to the recovery process and stress of losing a limb: the endocrine system simply doesn’t recover from amputation quite as easily as the bulk of a physical body can. And continued stress can, and will, hinder your recovery.”

Tyrian grumbles, his tail flicking behind him in irritation as he perches on a chair across from the doctor’s desk. “What could I possibly have to be stressed about?”

“Apparently, your tail being too heavy,” Arthur shrugs, very focused on the work he has in front of him. “Or more likely the psychological aftermath of a traumatic, non-surgical amputation.”

The scorpion growls, but thumps down properly, heavily, into the chair. “Your bedside manner is atrocious.”

“I don’t seem to recall you saying that when I was actually at your bedside tending to your infected amputation site. Pulling pine needles and other such debris out of it before I could even think of capping it.” Arthur looks up finally. “What don’t you really like about it?”

Tyrian wilts a little under that intense green gaze. “… it clicks.”

“… I beg your pardon?”

“It clicks!” Tyrian growls, flicking it so the doctor can hear. “It’s not supposed to click.”

Arthur sighs. “… is that all?”

“Is that all?! What if your fingers clicked?! It’d drive you mad!”

“Yes, because we need to worry about you losing your mind over a bit of clicking.” Arthur pushes back from his desk and stands, straightening his vest and moving around the desk to Tyrian, in order to pick up his tail and examine it. “… even if I thinned out the edges of the plates, it would only reduce the sound, not eliminate it. But of course at the cost of the current amount of protection on what’s left of your natural tail. It would, though, also make it a little lighter.”

“… fine.”

“I’ll even see what I can do for a hormone therapy to jumpstart your venom production again.”

Tyrian perks up a little at that, sighing as Arthur reaches to unclasp the plates of his prosthetic tail, carefully pulling it off. He pulls his remaining natural one around to hold onto, scowling at the capped end. “I hate this.”

“I know you do.”

“She’s getting irritated with us,” he informs the doctor. “She wanted me back in the field ages ago. I don’t need my venom to do as our Lady asks.”

“No, but it’s helpful. And until you start producing it naturally again, I don’t consider you fully recovered.”

“That sounds like an excuse to keep me here,” he grins. “With you.”

“Of course I’d prefer to observe my patient’s recovery as closely as I can.”

“Ugh! Do you have a romantic bone in your body?” Tyrian spits, frustrated, as his tail flicks in irritation. “Or do those ‘I adore yous’ only come into play when you’ve got your d--”

“Must you be vulgar?”

“You know…” Tyrian frowns, then quickly grins, seizing the doctor around the waist with his tail, though he doesn’t pull him in. “I didn’t hear a ‘no’~”

“There wasn’t meant to be one.”

“Aw. I’m touched.” He giggles, finally yanks the doctor away from his work when he’s sure that doing so won’t make him drop the new tail. “If you do a good job, I might reward you~”

“I always do my job well, Tyrian. You’d do well to remember that.”

[taziidcvil]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: RWBY Relationship: Tyrian Callows/Arthur Watts Characters: Tyrian Callows, Arthur Watts Additional Tags: Nuts & Volts Week, Minor Character Death, Murder, Dancing Language: English

Perhaps it was a little wishful thinking of his but Tyrian liked to believe Arthur moved like a dancer. Like him. Not nearly as primal or twisted, but fluid and confident. Long legs and sure fingers. Tyrian had found himself mesmerised by them time and time again.

Arthur was so pretty to watch. Even just the way he manipulated his technology, linking their mechanics with so much as a twitch of the finger or a flourish of his hand. The amount of thought and control that had to go with each movement. Tyrian couldn’t help but wonder if Arthur would move with him with such confidence. So much control and care.

The thought alone made his stinger twitch, body buzzing with static.

‘Act on your nature.’

Day 7 of @nutsandvoltsweek : Free Day!! (nature/dancing)

[optimisticduckling]

I did a thing for @nutsandvoltsweek and as you can see, this is my first time drawing Watts. That was an ordeal he had like three different colors for his coat. But I did it!