kink engineering


Q!Craig and 00!Whishaw

“You must be joking.”

“Why, because I’m not wearing a lab coat ?”

“Because you have wrinkles !”

(Bond threatened to set up parental controls on all of his gadgets after the tart called him “Daddy” over the comms)

‘There were many things I wasn’t expecting on this mission. First off I wasn’t expecting to find out that my mother was alive when I got her video com a few days ago… I definitely hadn’t been expecting finding out that the planet cracker she is on had been overrun with nightmarish lifeforms… But out of everything so far the least I had expected was ‘him’. Even now he-it, whatever he is-one of them and yet not, is still following me, though refusing to attack me unlike the other monstrosities as I search for my missing crew mates. I don’t know if it’s defective at being a killing machine or if perhaps it’s just waiting to tear me apart when I’m off guard and infect my corpse, but somehow I’m not frightened by it…

I suppose things could be worse-I could be entirely alone, couldn’t I mother?’

((In which I kindly remind everyone I’m a giant piece of terato garbage by treating myself to a doodle of my Dead Space!Rumbelle AU. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ))