he uses his giant robot

I’ve been meaning to upload this peace for awhile but wanted to wait until I could get a sequel comic done but since it’ll be awhile until I can get work on it I decided to upload it early! 

Part of the Mutant Falls Au! Hippie, college Fiddleford riding on one of his early giant robots he built using his powers. Right now he’s using it to help advocate for human rights.

This is also basically 10 seconds before a disaster but I won’t say why, yet. 

Hint: Ford’s involved.

Shance Fluff Week Stars/Ocean

Ever since Lance was young, he wanted to soar.

When he was young and everyone was asleep he would sneak up to the surface and watch the stars. Space was a glorious thing. A wonderful thing. He wanted to explore every inch of it.

His parents told him when he was young that he should never go up to the surface. It is not right for a mermaid to be up there. That mermaids would never soar. But this only fueled Lance’s love for space and need to soar.

The ocean was beautiful, but it would never compare to the vastness of space. 

Lance made himself an expert on the stars, the planets, the sun, the moon, everything in space. Lance knew that one day he would find the ability to soar. When that say came he would need to be prepared for everything and anything. Lance didn’t do anything halfway.

One day, Lance got his chance.

When a giant, robotic, black, lion fell into the ocean Lance knew that something special, a miracle perhaps, had been brought to him.

Nobody wanted to explore it. Nobody was really interested or brave enough anyway. Lance though, Lance was excited to check it out. He snuck away as he always did and swam to the crash site. He swam as close as he dared and there wasn’t a single person in there. What a joke. Oh well, at least he had the giant robot to use as his Space Base. Suddenly there was a noise behind him. He turned around curious, and saw a man with no tail, dressed in armor, with his glowing arm pointed at him.

“Get away from my lion!” The man exclaimed in a calm but forceful voice. Lance blinked twice before approaching him.

“Stay back!! I will attack!”

But Lance came closer and touched his helmet. He was so close. And really pretty. But Lance didn’t have time for swooning, he had questions that needed answers!

”Who are you? Where did you come from? Do you travel space? If so tell me about space right now! What is space like? Can I get in your lion? Why do you have a lion anyway? Wh-”

“One at a time oh my god! I’m the black paladin of voltron, Shiro. I come from Earth. I do travel space. It is really awesome. No you cannot get in my lion because I don’t trust someone I hardly know. And that lion is the head a voltron so it is pretty important that I have one. An-”

“Did you say something about not getting in your lion? Because I kinda just got in your lion!”

“What get out now!”

Shiro chased after the teal mermaid. This was not where he wanted to be. He wanted to be back home on Earth or even in the castle! Not chasing after a mermaid that looked like it might explode his lion just to watch it do something new.

Speaking of the mermaid it was crawling on the floor at the moment to get to the control panel. Shiro scooped up the mermaid before it actually managed to do something harmful.

“Thank you for that paladin! Now put me in that seat so I can learn about space!”

“No! just swim back to your fish friends of whatever and forget you ever saw me!”






Lance eventually ended up staying the night in the lion. He hadn’t learned anything yet but he was staying in the lion. That was a start!

Shiro had conceded on the grounds that mermaid tails are really good weapons. They hurt so badly. When he woke up he saw that the mermaid was still there, which meant hadn’t been a mermaid wet dream. And they were looking at pictures?

“Wow you are so lucky. All I get to see is the ocean. You see space.”

Shiro couldn’t help but smile. That mermaid was really cute.

The rest of day one of their cohabitation was spent arguing over the fact that Lance would die without water. Apparently he could survive just fine. He just needed to chant a spell he had learned from the black lion and he would have legs. Shiro didn’t know how to feel about his lion seeming to favor a mermaid over him. Lance also apparently wasn’t leaving which was extremely annoying.

Day two was the hardest so far because now Lance had legs and he wanted to do everything you could with them. Christ, did this guy ever run out of energy.

Also Lance was becoming progressively hotter in Shiro’s eyes and that was not okay.

(The feeling was mutual. Damn Shiro was sculpted like a god!)

Day three included Lance tripping over his own legs onto Shiro which turned into a kiss.

…Which turned into a make out session.

Day four was the day that Shiro was found by his team.

He started to say goodbye which Lance argued with heavily.

“Oh no you ass I’m not leaving! I finally have my chance to explore space and you are saying I can’t go?! I don’t give a damn about how dangerous it is! I WANT TO EXPLORE SPACE WITH THE MAN I LOVE AND BY GOD I’M GONNA DO THAT!!!”

The others were surprisingly not bothered by this and openly encouraged it (thanks Allura) and out matched he decided that he was going to have to take his lover with him. 

As they flew into outer space Lance was speechless except for two words.

“I’m soaring.”

Guarding the Office

It was nighttime.

Red Leader had to leave his base to go to a ‘meeting’, leaving his second-in-commands to guard his office. However, he did let them go inside of the room, under one condition.

They DON’T touch the dollhouse.

“If I find just one strand of fabric out of place, I’ll rip your guts out, no matter that we’re ‘friends’, okay!?”

“Yes Red Leader.”

“Yes Red Leader.”

“Alright. Here’s my keys and I’ll be gone for a few hours. If I don’t respond by, let’s say, in three hours, you guys know what to do.”

And just like that, their intimidating leader left the safety of their base to go to some randomly assigned meeting. Paul and Patryk held the room’s keys in their hands, staring blankly at them. They never really been in their boss’s room all alone before. Sure, they’ve been in it, but to only help Red Leader move some tools around or to organize some battle plans. Other times when they went into it, they just announced some urgent news. As they turned the keys into the office, the smell of old cigars and some liquor hit them. Damn, how long has the boss been in here? Anyways, they noticed the overall disarray of the room. Sure, Red Leader never really has been a organized person, there’s been chemical spills, misfires, and a load of other mishaps that could’ve been avoided if he just kept his office in order. Along with the overall mess of the room, having scraps of fabric all over along with a overturned bag of cotton, Paul and Patryk noticed the dollhouse their boss threatened about. It looks just like the house he used to live in, with his old roommates, before the entire giant-fighting-robot incident. Paul looks into one of the miniature windows, and sees a blur of color.

“What the?” He says, as he squints into the window more, only seeing color blotches, thanks to his poor depth perception with his one good eye.

“'Ey Patryk, ever wonder why boss plays with this so much?”

“I don’t know genius, it’s maybe a hobby?”

“Well he sure picked it up right after we, uh, ya know, c-cut off his arm.”

“Yeah. You know what? I know he’s been ordering a lot of stuff for this, so would it kill us to open it up to see how it is inside though?”

“I guess not.” Paul says, as Patryk strides towards the dollhouse, removing the roof-lid. There, they find the doll trio, all propped up in their rooms. They begin to pick them up, noticing how oddly warm they seem to be. Maybe the air in the dollhouse is warm? Who knows.

“Gee, they’re really soft! What kind of cotton are in these?” Paul exclaims.

“I don’t know, but damn, the blue doll looks like it’s been through hell. Just look at all of it’s stitches. It looks like it got shredded or something, and boss tried to put it back together? Why would he waste his time on that?”

“Maybe he has a bond with it?”

“If he DID, he would’ve taken better care of it.”

“I guess you’re right….. These other two look much better though.”

“Isn’t this kinda creepy? Like he has plush dolls of his ex-friends?”

“Maybe it’s to cope?”


“Yeah. Like after mental or physical trauma stuff. Patryk, you have to consider the fact that he lost his arm and burned half of his body due to his 'friends’.”

“Hmm. It’s still pretty odd.”

“…..yeah……” Paul says, as he begins to toss gently up and down the Matt doll, oblivious to what he’s really doing to it.

“Heh. You know what we should do?”

“What are you thinking Pat?”

“Wanna play darts?”

“Wha-………….oh. I see.”

The duo loved to play darts. They’ve been known on the base to be the best dart players, even surpassing the boss somehow. Paul isn’t as good as he used to be, having only one good eye for now, but Patryk is a pilot after all. Clamping unto the Tom doll, Patryk heads towards a dart board hanging above the boss’s desk, next to some darted and ripped wanted posters. He then takes some tacks from a nearby table, and pins the Tom doll to the board.

“Alright who goes first?” Patryk says, as he takes out a small black box containing some darts that were also placed near the tacks.

“You go ahead, you know I’m not as good as I used to be. And honestly, I don’t think we should do this. What if boss sees the puncture holes? He’s going to know it was us!”

“Ah shut up, this doll is covered in holes that are patched up, what’s a few more going to do?”

As Patryk says this, he walks a few feet from the wall and throws.



“'Ey hand me one.”




“Ha, you got it stuck in his eye!”




“Damn, out of darts. The others in here are all damaged, we really gotta buy some new dart tips.”

“Alright. Let me go remove the doll.” Patryk says, as he proceeds to remove the darts from the doll’s arms, legs, torso, and even it’s button eye.

“If boss finds out what we have done, I’m blaming ya!”

“Yeah, you would, sucker.”

“Tor-erm….. BOSS sure loves these two other dolls though, since they look so clean. Not even their plastic stub eyes are scratched. You think the blue one had these eyes?”

“Maybe. They could’ve fell out, since he has button eyes.”

“I guess so.”

“HRRRGGKKKK. Shit, this dart is really stuck in his arm!”

“Need help?”

“Nah I got it. HUMMMPPFF! AH GOT IT! Oh. A little piece of cotton is sticking out, but I’ll just poke it back in like new.”

“I’ll go put the others back in their spots we found them.”



“That’s weird?! It felt like this doll twitched when I was putting my finger into the hole to shove the cotton back in.”

“You’re kidding.”

“No! It felt like it!”

“Stop kidding around, just put him back into the dollhouse.”


And just like that, the duo placed the dolls back into their rooms, closed the roof-lid, and proceeded to take guard of the room. Paul smoked for a bit, while Patryk started to sweep up the room, since he hates messes. The boss would sure like this, he believes. Around two hours later, Red Leader is back. He’s got some blood on his cheek, but apparently the 'meeting’ went well he says.

“Well I hope you two didn’t mess around in my office room right?”

“No Red Leader.”

“No Red Leader.”

“Ah good! I’m going to, uh, do some stuff now. See you guys early in the morning for tomorrow’s meeting!”

“Night Red Leader.”

“Night Red Leader.”

The duo then proceeded to march away to their rooms, as Tord enters his office. It looks really clean. To be honest, he was too lazy to sweep and organize the room, so that’s why he let Patryk in there. He knows he’s a clean freak, so he prospered from it. Paul probably did nothing though, since Tord smells the cheap cigarette smell all over his room. The ash tray on his desk had a bent cigarette in it, ensuring his assumption. Tord suddenly hears some sounds from the dollhouse.


He proceeded to open the roof-lid, seeing the Matt doll trembling, curled up into a ball. The Edd doll seems to be in shock too, swaying in place, staring at a wall. The Tom doll however,

It doesn’t move.

“Wha……….. Matt?” Tord proceeds to pick up the Matt doll, making it shudder violently, and it covers up it’s face with it’s little stump hands.

“W-what happened?” Tord stares intently at the doll, until it stops shaking and it points at the ash tray.


They wouldn’t.

He specifically said not to.

Tord places the Matt doll gently back into the doll house, and goes to pick up the Tom doll. It’s not moving like it should be. Tord inspects the doll, finding a small hole in it’s arm. As he takes his tiny blue hoodie off, there’s puncture holes all over it’s ASDF shirt, torso, arms, and legs.


It doesn’t move.

“T-Tom p-p-please are y-you there?”

Tord swaps the doll from his cold metallic hand to his normal one.

“H-hey! Hey!…….. Tom?”

Small and low moaning sounds seems to be coming from the doll, and it finally starts to stir up, lifting up it’s head ever so slowly.

“Hey hey hey…….. Don’t strain yourself…… I’m just going to patch you up like new okay. Right? Old friend?”

All he gets in return is more soft moaning sounds. He proceeds to go to his desk, getting patches of skin tone fabric and tan thread. Tom didn’t struggle at all. That’s not normal for him, at all.

After almost half a hour of scouring the doll for puncture holes, Tord decided to go have a 'chat’ with his second-in-commands……….

Summer Memories - Part II : Lunch

Stan didn’t recover his memories all at once-it took a full week of intensive scrapbook therapy for him to get them back. It’s been one heck of a summer, that’s for sure, and she’s been there through all of it. This weird, kind, excitable little girl who calls him Grunkle Stan and who brought him back from the blankness in his head. This girl who trusted him when no one else could.

Part I is here.

Ao3 is here.

Part 2 of 3. Last part will be posted sometime after New Year’s, as will the next chapter of Axolotl.

“…And to think, it was all over this little butterball!” Stan smiled, holding Waddles in the air. “I tell ya, this pig has got a real talent for being in the right place at the right time. Still can’t believe the first thing I remembered was his name. Not my first crush, not our ma, I remembered the pig. Unbelievable.”

Ford chuckled, subtly sketching the scene in front of him, hoping Stan wouldn’t notice he was being drawn. There was just so much joy in his face, so much warm enthusiasm as he re-told the story he’d learned from Mabel that morning. Ford wanted to capture it in case it went away.

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