man tagging is hard work :(

@taestory this is for u /)u(\

What I’m working on...

@tellthenight tagged me (and @dmsilvisart specifically exempted me) in this works in progress thing.  Since I got tagged and not-tagged, I figure you two cancel each other out, so I don’t particularly feel the desire to fuck with this.  It’s writing accountability, and I’m all about that.

Do the thing: List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on. This can be writing, art, vids, gifsets, whatever.

Canon Big Bang: Yeah, I said big bang.  At the moment, I’m sitting at 6598 words and it has the potential to be much bigger.  How much bigger, I’m not sure yet.  What I do know is that I’ve passed the minimum for a mini bang, so I suppose we’ll see what happens.  As for details, all I can say right now is that it’s firmly set in canon, fills an established gap, and involves Crowley.

A Man and His Dog: Oh Juliet, you’re the sweetest little murder beast.  I have 4388 words of Juliet written, but this also has the potential to be large.  Juliet is sadly shelved until I have a solid first draft of my canon bang fic hammered out.

The Misadventures of Growley and Squirrel: For once, I actually don’t have anything on the go or even planned yet for our favourite pair of demons.  I ended off my last fic on a fairly comfortable place.  So I’m opening this series up to the good old ask box.  If there’s something you want to see Dean and Crowley get up to, drop me an ask.  I can’t guarantee I’ll use your suggestion, but I can promise I’m listening.  The Misadventures of Growley and Squirrel is also on hiatus until I can hammer out my canon bang draft, but that doesn’t mean I can’t plan ahead.

As always, tag your own damn self.  Grab the reins, take control of your own destiny.

helpful list of what you could say as your first phrase of 2015 on new year’s

• I gotta pee


•shrek is love, shrek is life


•hot potatoes

•frick frack paddy wack

• …


•hang on let me ask my mom if it’s okay

•*takes picture of clock* wow crazy

•I need to check tumblr


•*turns to cat* dance-off bro. You and me.


•*points accusingly* THIS ISNT OVER!

•what time is it

•*sings a Christmas song*


•well time to go to bed



•humans are fascinating

•you’re a wizard harry


•i hope that bernard crumplecrack is having a good new years

•time is merely an invention to ease the human mind and allow better comprehension of cataloging events so technically years don’t even exist and it definitely isn’t a new one

•hot damn I want some jam

•what year is it? So many.

•better update my Facebook status

•does this mean we have to put the Christmas decorations away

•*throws confetti in the air* CONFETTI IT’S A PARADE!!

•I require sustenance


•praise be to steeve

•I have loved this. This little gaaaame of ours


•2015 more like two thousand THRIFTeen if you know what I mean hahaha save money kids

•feel my legs I just shaved

•*makes a “I haven’t _____ since last year” joke*

•finally the year matches my IQ


•did I miss it

•pugs not drugs

•you’ll find last year in aisle four

•2015 is four numbers long, four minus one is three, triangles have three sides. Illuminati confirmed

                                          A Biomech’s Duty

LEDs flashed in time to key presses. Daniel sat at his desk, fingers not minding the viscera and pooled blood adorning most of his equipment. From the booth came recordings of the voice of Desert Bluffs, wave forms and data all pouring in. His processors accessed the main drive, letting information sync up. The result was editing and storage in real time - perfection harmonizing with efficacy. Daniel’s eyes glowed with focus as he typed away.

Multitasking came easy. He was able to watch Kevin as he worked, while at the same time keeping an eye on the interns walking about. No one dare meet his stare. Not out of fear or respect but lack of interest. He was a mere biomech, a cog in the machine and designed to do little else. No need to bother the computer.

Kevin spoke clear and cheerful. Each word was met with a flash of his sharp teeth. He held his microphone in one hand, the other tracing patterns in the gore painting his desk. Stacks of papers lay before him, keeping his statements on track with the ever present reminder to smile.

All proceeded as planned. Daniel fell into a rhythm as he did on many days. It was soon broken. A door opened without a known hand to turn the handle. His eyes glanced up from the screen. The interns had wandered elsewhere leaving only shadow. In the darkness he felt a familiar hum of electronics.

“Oh, hello there!”

Kevin turned in his chair, staring up at the stranger that had slipped into his booth. Red lasers focused on his face.

“Scanning. Identification complete. Subject ‘Kevin’.”

“Um. Yes my name is Kevin. Can I help you?”

Kevin rose, claws reaching for the stranger’s neck as per Desert Bluffs custom. The figure towered over him, blocking the door.

“You are coming with me.”

The ever present grin on Kevin’s lips faltered for a moment. He backed away, butting up against his desk. A coffee mug fell over, spilling its contents down onto the floor.


Daniel froze, systems changing over to a far different mode. The metal exoskeleton, the red eyes - none of it Strex made. On the back of the stranger’s neck was a bar code and a symbol of circle, black with white rings making it appear as an eye. His data banks quickly found the warning given to him months ago about a Kakos Industries. The symbol matched.

Electricity crackled. Kevin let out a cry, seizuring before falling to the ground, body limp. The stranger held out an attachment from its metal hand. It still glowed with voltage.

“Get away from him!”

Daniel did not even think, he didn’t even lay out a plan. Only rose to his feet, eyes narrowing to a red glow. A target flashed on his display, cross hairs locking. Motors revved in preparation for a fight. He stared up, unafraid. The other mech had a thick exoskeleton and wore a leather collar with a harness to match. The only clothing it really had was a gold cod piece. Yeah. Definitely Kakos.

“Ha. Ha. Ha.”

A monotone laugh brought him back to reality, but no less outraged. Daniel stood many feet shorter than the interloping robot and much thinner not to mention the severe lack of weapons. That did not matter.

He caught a glance of Kevin stunned on the floor and sparked in rage, voice loud.

“Did you not hear me!?”

Daniel threw his full weight into the robot. It budged not even and inch. He grunted, feeling pain in his shoulder and cracked plating. A metal hand reached down, snatching him by the arm. The cretin laughed again.

“Obsolete Strex model.”

The grip was brutal yet he remained calm, scanning the intruder. He did not struggle, only glared, coolant fans whirring up. The robot had tough plating but still needed gaps for movement. Not to mention the exposed opticals.

In a calculated strike, Daniel jammed his fingers into the other’s eyes. The resulting jolts of electricity did not affect him and he pushed harder. Connections severed, broken glass cutting into wires. He pulled back after feeling a processor, aiming for another blow. Now blinded, the Kakos bot reeled back. Daniel was dropped. He knew the feeling, losing sight and having to redirect power to other sensors. He also knew it took a few seconds to calibrate the new incoming data.

“Get out of my station!”

Daniel leaped on the back of the robot. A human could be choked around the neck, but he gripped hard with another purpose. Pressure of his arms bit into the other’s shoulder, cracking joints. He knew it was not enough to do any kind of permanent damage yet he kept his vice like hold. Seams parted, the uniform spacing buckling under the force. From the crack came smoke. Daniel reached in, hand taking wires before tearing them out one after the other. The arm soon fell useless.

No more laughter from the intruder. Instead it poured out anger through revving motors. Daniel was thrown back, crushed between the robot and the wall. His body strained, skeleton bending under the stress. Oil dripped from the resulting cracks. In desperation he reached out, gripping the other’s wounded head and clutching hard. The thing jerked, ramming forward into the other wall, leaving Daniel to fall hard on the floor.

His systems churned, errors warning of structural damage and falling energy cells. Still he rose back to his feet, legs shaking.

The robot turned to face him, guns emerging from its chest, all pointed at Daniel. The biomech glared back, wiping oil from his lips. Bullets pierced his form but did nothing to stop his lunge. He threw himself at the other, hands clamping onto the weapons. The barrels were soon pinched shut by his strength. Shots still fired but with no were to go, the small explosions laid waste under the exoskeleton. Oil and smoke poured from every seam. The Kakos robot let out a garbled mumble before it fell over, eyes dark.

“Who’s obsolete now?”

Daniel stepped back, balance wavering. He had a few nasty holes in his chest from the shots that did land. Vital fluids pooled out onto the floor. His neck sparked, eyes having trouble focusing with the damage done to his system. The possessors were undamaged but his power cells were leaking and he could not move several of his joints properly. Warning after warning flashed up but he dismissed them all, falling to his knees.


Kevin lay still. His hair had spiked from the jolt, eyes closed. The contact area was burnt with raw skin under the clothing. Daniel lay a hand on his shoulder. Scans showed working body functions, heart beating strong. Only knocked out.

Daniel remained kneeling. His system went over each repair to be made and part to be replaced. At the same time he sent out a distress signal to Strex HQ. They’d be here soon. It was all over. His rage subsided, artificial muscles relaxing with no threat to defend against.

Strex security rushed in minutes later. They swarmed the booth, taking pictures of the broken Kakos robot before hauling it off. Kevin was lifted onto a stretcher and carried to an ambulance. Oil was cleaned up as well as metal bits and bullet shells. Daniel waited, eyes closed. Computers could be replaced, damaged keyboards and screens, all expendable. A damaged piece of equipment would always sit on the bottom of the list to humans. He remained there until they had all left. Pain in his chest not from the gun shots. It was a long walk back to his apartment.

A trail of oil behind him. Daniel limped up to the door. He had gotten used to repairing himself, replaced parts and keeping himself in good working condition. Strex would only take him to the shop for extensive upgrades or severe damage. Apparently this did not qualify. He calculated the time. Just enough to fix himself through the night then go back to work tomorrow. The radio station expected him there early. He hoped Kevin was recovering well.

Daniel turned the key, closing the door behind him. A frown on his face. All of this would be kept hidden. He wouldn’t even get a pat on the back. Not that it mattered to him but a little something for nearly scrapping himself on the station floor. Motors lacking oil, he slid down the door to the floor. Just a little breather before his long night of self repair. He shut down most of his systems, leaving only the vital ones online to save power. Eyes glowed duller now as he stared at his damaged form.


Sensors picked up a faint sound. Daniel raised his head. A kitten trotted up with raised tail.


Soft fur rubbed against his arm. Purring began before the kitty even reached him. It nuzzled against his arm, climbing up onto his lap.


Daniel smiled. “Hello, Hard Drive.”

The kitten mewed again at its name before climbing higher. Soon it hopped onto the biomech’s shoulder. Another rub this time against Daniel’s cheek.

“Aw. Did you miss me?”


A loud meow but not from Hard Drive. Another kitty walked up, bight eyes happy as the nose below caught the sent of its loving owner.

“Emmy! Daddy missed you both.”

Daniel held out a hand, trying to keep it steady despite his aching joints. Emmy sniffed before licking it, moving to a rub. She soon rolled over, asking for tummy rubs with a loud purr.

Broken and forgotten, Daniel smiled. He may be just another bit of equipment for Strex, but to his cats he was the world. Living was made so much easier with them. He picked up Emmy, setting her next to Hard Drive on his chest. They snuggled into his hands, not caring if he wasn’t fully human. Through out the night the sound of tools and repair was joined by little mews.

                                                      The End

Imagined and written by Meveret

Hand drawn and computer colored by me