So I May Have Connected Some Dots Recently When I Was Rewatching All The Animations-

so i may have connected some dots recently when i was rewatching all the animations-

After eight months and nearly 15k words, it is done.

Enjoy.

i have just been made aware of the existence of bots. whoopsies. guess some edgy 36 year old man living in his mom's basement had nothing better to do than code a hate mail bot for a fanfiction website

Hey guys! Um, someone on AO3 (I'm assuming this is all one person who really doesn't like me or my work) is accusing me of using AI for my work. (Or maybe it's a chain of bots. I'm not sure.)

But I wanted to clarify that I don't use AI for any of my writing; I actually didn't know some of those writing AI bots existed. I actively hate AI, actually, and I would sooner quit writing than use one for my fanfictions.

I'm going to delete these comments, not because I am "hiding" it, but because they're just hateful, unconstructive criticism that makes an entirely false claim about something that I do as a hobby.

Thanks for reading.

BIRTHDAY BOY!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY WILSON!!!!!

(also rare non-lego post)

Hey guys! Um, someone on AO3 (I'm assuming this is all one person who really doesn't like me or my work) is accusing me of using AI for my work. (Or maybe it's a chain of bots. I'm not sure.)

But I wanted to clarify that I don't use AI for any of my writing; I actually didn't know some of those writing AI bots existed. I actively hate AI, actually, and I would sooner quit writing than use one for my fanfictions.

I'm going to delete these comments, not because I am "hiding" it, but because they're just hateful, unconstructive criticism that makes an entirely false claim about something that I do as a hobby.

Thanks for reading.

How about Wilson giving WX a kiss on their cheek and then running off to the caves or something, and WX's reaction to him doing that (maybe while they organize chests?)

Love your work and absolutely loved chapter 2 of Noticed!!!! 10/10!!

“Well, we’re heading off soon,” Wilson says, holding a pickaxe on the ground in front of himself.

“YES. YOU ARE,” WX-78 says back to him. They continue to arrange logs inside of a chest in the most space-efficient manner possible. “BYE, THEN.” “Aw, what, I don’t get a goodbye hug?” He asks, opening his arms in a hugging gesture. 

They look up at him and sneer at the shit-eating grin he proudly wears.

“Well, whatever. Maybe I’ll keep any gears I find to myself this time,” he jests, and leans over on his pickaxe to get in their face.

“AND MAYBE YOU CAN SLEEP IN THE BEEFALO PEN ONCE YOU RETURN,” WX-78 says, looking dangerously into his eyes.

“Won’t you be cold?” He asks, returning the look. He inches closer to their face, close enough that they can smell the musk of charcoal and sweat in his hair.

“I HAVE MY HEATING CIRCUIT.” “Well, what if I’m cold? Wouldn’t you feel bad?” Wilson asks, batting his eyelashes childishly.

“YOU HAVE THAT NASTY MOP ATTACHED TO YOUR FACE. YOU WILL BE FINE,” they say, running their fingers through the thick tuft of hair at the bottom of Wilson’s chin.

“Hmph. Fine, I guess I’ll keep the gems to myself, too,” he says, inching backwards away from them.

WX-78 grabs him by his collar and pulls him down to their level, and he’s startled into dropping the pickaxe. They’re so close to each other that they can feel his breath on their face.

“YOU WOULDN’T DARE,” they say.

“Oh yes, I would,” he says, grabbing their chin and tilting it up. He closes his eyes and leans down, his lips nearly grazing their mouth–

“Wilson! Quit flirting with the local robot and getcha’ ass over here! We’re leaving!” Shouts Winona from the camp’s gate, and Wilson flushes toma-root red.

Abruptly, he pulls away from them.

“Um. Gotta go. Bye!” He says, and gives WX-78 a hurried peck on the cheek. He scurries off, nearly forgetting the pickaxe.

WX-78 watches him go. They watch him catch up with Winona and Wolfgang, his flustered explanation and stuttering after she slaps his back, and they watch the three figures get smaller and smaller in the distance.

They go back to arranging the logs, pretending the heat spreading through their faceplate is because of their heating circuit.