A shocker, I know
It’s just characterization though and finally fleshing out some much needed background for all the little creatures living in my head
Most of them are WoW characters - actually, they’re all WoW characters save for Savanah Sunshine so read whatever appeals to you I guess
And yes, I posted it all on LJ because I can have multiple readmores so nyeh
Working one day at a time here, so bear with me
‘Khakiis’ the Mage
Anatolli, the Light of Dawn
“I find your faith inspiring, little one. But I wonder if you have ever met our Warchief.”
Let’s have a Butt adventure, let’s have a Butt adventure, let’s have a Butt adventure, tally ho! Tally hoooooo!
My butt is The Golden Butt, in a story oh so old
And mine is the butt of David, of old, granite stone
Well my butt is the greatest butt, for it’s not really a butt at all!
It’s more like an insect, that was found in Australia, that’s got some golden hair, and they called it Beyonce, and I hope it doesn’t bite…
You can’t use a fly’s butt!
Uh, sure I can, check it out!
What a booty! What a booty! What a booty! What a booty! What a booty!
Guys. What do you think The Spine actually called Peter Walter the First when he was talking to him? Like I just
I can’t see him initiating a conversation with “Excuse me, Robot Grandmaster?”
but I don’t know if I can see him calling him “Pappy,” either, unless he picked it up from Rabbit and never even thought about it but then denied it later because that’s just silly.
OMG WHAT IF THE JON JUST LIKE CALLED HIM DAD OR SOMETHING THOUGH
AND PETER DIDN’T QUITE KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THAT BECAUSE THAT’S EVEN MORE DIRECT THAN PAPPY AND HE CAN’T EVEN CALL IT A NICKNAME AND HE WOULD GO INTO THIS EXISTENTIAL CRISIS BECAUSE HE CREATED THESE “THINGS” TO IMPRESS A GIRL BUT THEY HAVE PERSONALITIES AND CALL HIM THEIR FATHER
I’VE NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT THAT THAT IS BRILLIANT
PAPPY HAVING A CRISIS BEcAUSE HE ACCIDENTALLY A DAD
“Walteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer, Rabbit’s stolen my shoe!”
“No I did-d-d-dn’t, you ate it!”
“Then why are both missing?! I never eat two sandwiches at once!”
“Now boys, settle down. I’m sure there’s a logical explanation -“
“But daaaaaaaaaaaaaad I swear I didn’t eat it today!”
Peter Walter the First stood, befuddled as Jon pouted up at him about his missing footwear, the words “dad” ringing in his ears. With Spine it was always a curt “Mr. Walter,” and while Rabbit had taken to calling him “Pappy” it was still just a nickname, it never sank in. Until now.
He had built the robots to impress the woman he loved, the woman he lost. He never thought about the potential to build a relationship with the singing automatons. But he had, somehow - he gave them life, gave them a spark and individuality and -
He was a father.
“Dad..?” Jon’s bright blue-matter eyes were wide, staring into Peter’s soul with as much concern as a metallic face allowed.
“I think y-y-you broke him,” Rabbit elbowed Jon in the side with a hearty clang.
Peter suddenly reached forward, wrapping a very surprised Jon in a tight hug, knocking his top hat off in the process. Jon made a small yelp, tight hisses of steam escaped the seams in his body as his eyes darted around, waiting for Peter to let go.
But he didn’t. Instead he took an arm off Jon to pull Rabbit in as well, their copper-plated heads hitting one another as Peter hugged his sons. A small kiss fell on both their heads before he let go, Rabbit and Jon stumbling over each other’s legs, eyes wide with confusion as to what just happened.
“Pappy, are you al-al-alright?” Rabbit finally said, noticing a small tear down Peter’s face.
“I am, my boy. My boy. My boy. My boys!” Peter’s smile grew, and he couldn’t help but dance around a bit before scurrying off to find the Spine.
“I don’t think he’s al-al-alright,” Rabbit whispered to Jon, but the golden-faced robot wasn’t paying attention, picking up his hat and yelling down the hall after Peter.
“What about my shoe?!”
[This time you can split the blame. But I hope you’re proud of what you’ve done to me. I still have no idea what I’m doing.]
FEEL FREE TO BLAME ME COMPLETELY I HAVE NO QUALMS WITH THIS
But no really, I am not sorry. Feel free to continue this behavior Elizabeth, because I approve of it highly.
ELIZABETH IS THE BEST HUMAN BEING EVER EVERYONE ELSE GO HOME.
[I don’t know what I’m doing and everything is your fault, Em.]
It was time, the Spine had realized, to add this strange device to the list of Things the Jon Is Not Allowed to Have, Not Ever, No Matter How Much He Promises to Behave.
I blame the Reeders.
You know who you are.
So there’s this prompt table and I love it so, and I can’t stop writing and kjshdfkjsbdjfhb feels.
Anyhoo, have some fic. The plan is 5 a day, since they’re pretty short.
Today we shall do all the sad fic. Because. Feels.
But these are a different kind of feels
Title: The Ships That Go Sailin’
Characters: The Spine
Summary: The man on the face of the record stole The Spine’s fedora.
I’m really bad with post titles
Title: Are We, We Are
Characters: The Spine, Rabbit, Peter Walter VI
Summary: He’s always looking for new parts, new upgrades for his body. He practices writing, reading, and learning to understand it all. Because, maybe, if he keeps up the illusion, someday he just may become human.
A/N: This has been in my head all week and it needs to come out before I die from feels.
Word things that should be happening
Excuse me while I struggle with feels
Title: Pappy Made Me This Way
Characters: Rabbit, Peter Walter I/VI
Summary: He was the man who gave him life, showed him how to fight, showed him the joy of music, and Rabbit was terrified of losing it.
A/N: Prompt; WE’RE ALL GONNA WRITE THIS AND WE’RE ALL GONNA CRY
I am also using this headcanon ‘cos it gave me more feels
No seriously make it stop
I need to s t o p
Title: The Cruel Hand Of Time
Characters: Rabbit, Jenny the toaster [YES I’M GOING THERE]
Summary: Rabbit misses Jenny sometimes, and while he doesn’t completely understand Shakespeare, he still connects with it somehow
A/N: Blame this. Used Shakespeare’s Sonnet 60