#potluck2025

[churchyaoi]

Cody-121

[poisonheadcrabsalesman]

One final effort is all that remains. We're just under $500 USD raised for Feeding America!

This Sunday! The last leg of Spartan Ops! Last day of Potluck 2025! We hope to see you there!

Check out our progress or donate at this link!

Stream will be at this link!

[bloodgulchblog]

Fanfics we discussed during the Spartan Ops Charity Stream today, for your convenience:

Pet Project by poisonheadcrabsalesman (master chief finds a kitten)

Smoke If You Got 'Em by Zita (the master chief and the arbiter become friends through paintball because johnson said so, also it's theoretically canon compliant)

Touchstone (18+) by Zita (the joke miller/master chief fic that got to over 30k and my friends really like it)

On Top, From Behind by Prank (did you ever think about how close to each other people have to be on a mongoose?)

Iron and Gold by KatWylder (really good spartan ops fic especially re: roland)

Zeta Halo: Survival Stories by genesisgrey (the one stumpy was telling you has really good palmer)

At the End of the Game by fleshandfaith (the one about young miranda keyes, her relationship with her mother, and also young master chief is there)

R&R by poisonheadcrabsalesman (stumpy's infinity chili cookoff fic, also esparza/miller is a joke challenge pairing)

[prankdoeswriting]

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

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Halo (Video Games) & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John-117 | Master Chief/Thel 'Vadam | The Arbiter Characters: Thel 'Vadam | The Arbiter, John-117 | Master Chief Additional Tags: Short One Shot, Not Beta Read, potluck 2025, Based on a Tumblr Post, Game: Halo 3, Dirty Thoughts, (but not ~that~ explicit), Enemies to Friends to Lovers Series: Part 104 of Works by "Prank" (Pseud Series) Summary:

Human vehicles and seats have never been easy for a Sangheili, but the Mongoose brings a unique problem for Thel.

Or: Thel wants to top that Spartan so bad

[thehushedcasket]

Get you an AI who can be a little silly a little goofy

My commissions are open!

[superintendent-b]

Roaches when you hit them with the dollar store bug spray 🧟🩸 for Potluck2025

Another AU with Alpha-Nine, this time it's a classic zombie/Flood apocalypse theme. The UEG and the UNSC have completely collapsed 🎉

@cathartic-crypt threw down the basic design for these years ago, I kitbashed a bunch of armor and changed some details. TEAM WORK, YEAH! I've been playing a lot of Project Zomboid lately and with potluck around, I decided it was time

[bellygunnr]

Separate Vices

Just trying to cut my teeth on Star Trek. Potential aftermath of the episode "Miri" which was jarring enough to stick on the brain.

Debriefing happened piecemeal after missions like Miri. No one was quite sure how to handle themselves except to follow rote protocol, perhaps the most effective boon Starfleet training can give any of them. Then it is medical examination, paperwork, and tacit recovery time as the Enterprise slips out of standard space to continue her dive into the unknown. A five year mission is a tighter schedule than it lets on, after all. The crew has had their share of mind-numbing nothingness, certainly, but encounters like this reminded them of why they were out here.

Leonard McCoy pours a generous share of a nondescript spirit into his glass, nose wrinkling at the vapors wafting off of it. It was damn near paint thinner but that's partially why he chose it. The burn offered distraction and distance from the materials leering at him from his computer and PADD. The haze put Miri somewhere beyond him, to be picked up and admired at his leisure, instead of held hostage. It lets him turn the haphazard notes from both himself and Spock into blocks of text resembling a report.

Of course, this was to be the report for the Captain, who tolerated a bit of drunk ire in paperwork only he will see. He was going to wait for Spock to initiate the report to Starfleet, trusting the Vulcan to be far more objective and less introspective in considering the matter of Miri.

His computer pings. 

He sets the glass down, coughing around a rough swallow. It’s a direct correspondence from none other than Spock himself.

“Speak of the Devil,” he grunts.

Spock, for all his virtues, and his skill with the computer, sends missives like he’s being watched and can’t speak more than absolutely necessary. The file attached this time gives him the rest of the context he needs, of course. He shoots a sidelong glance at the doors sealing his room from the other officer’s quarters. He’d bet a hefty wager that… 

Leonard fumbles for his communicator. The alcohol is a heavy, acidic thing, a tangible spectre now that he’s trying to use his individual fingers. He flips it open, nearly dropping it.

“Spock,” he says, just barely not slurring it. “My good man.”

No, that’s too far.

There’s a pause on the other end of the line. 

“Doctor.” Nothing but impeccable courtesy.

“What say you we– you’re working on the report, right? For Miri? It’d go faster if we just worked on it together, wouldn’t it?”

A considering noise. A hum for Leonard’s benefit.

“If you administer one of your sobriety hyposprays on yourself, then I shall join you in approximately twenty minutes.”

“Is it that bad?” Leonard whines.

“It is,” Spock inhales, clearly sucking in through his teeth, “quite bad, yes.”

Well, he can’t argue with that. Leonard rolls his shoulders, finishes his glass, and reaches into one of his desk drawers for one of the pre-drawn hypos he keeps in his quarters for such occasions. A part of him feels bad for inadvertently putting Spock through hell.

But he figures it’s part of the territory.

“Alright. Twenty minutes it is then, Spock.”

He flips the communicator closed with a flick of the wrist. 

[kaiyescaptain]

(Fallen) Angel By Your Side

Happy Potluck!

well.

for a given value of 'happy'. Triple the drabble, treble the pain

Chief trusts her. He shouldn't.