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Uh here's something from my DA

I can't be arsed to keep up more than one social media so I only post every few months here, and every time I post its for a different fandom

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Heeeyy,,,,, perhaps i could request an azure x affectionate ! reader who lowkey doesn't give half a chicken finger about his monstrous form and ,, just follows him around

could be platonic or romantic , im not picky hehehr

: Azure/GN!Reader who shows affection, ignoring Azure's monstrous form

—Slight change in the layout mm.. finally taking my time with requests once again because I realized how much I rushed the previous one

Content below : I dunno, fluff? A bit short, it's up to you if this is romantic or platonic

"—Azure!"

That voice again. A voice that belonged to a peculiar survivor. You, who just couldn't or wouldn't leave him be. Wherever he was, you were right behind him. Your teammate dying by multiple stabs caused by his slithery appendages? You just stood by with that damning look in your face that hit too close to his.. Former home, a home he misses but hates. It only made unpleasant memories he desperately tried to bury in the depths of his mind surface

"Shhh! Quiet —! We can't let them know we're here!"

He giggled, he held their hand and hid behind the wall as he placed a finger on his lips. Up close, he could see their curious gaze in response to what Azure was trying to drag them in this time

The former liked their face. A lot. The glint in their eyes, the way their eyes lit up even at the suggestion of mischief Azure had brewed in the back of his head, their lips curving upwards in happiness.. He wished that none of that would ever have to go away, and right now as he was living, he had faith in the spawn that this.. What they both had and experience will never disappear!

Until the warm blood pooling beneath him served as a reminder what they had was just something to offer to their God, the Spawn

He crossed his arms at the sight of you, but you could see a sliver of interest and curiosity made its way on his face regarding what you had for him. His big and terrifying form Towered over you, though you paid little mind to that major detail which serverd as a reminder of the size difference and instead presented a bouquet of different types of flowers. The bouquet was made out of paper that was delicately handled at best

Impressed, Azure would have to admit himself. Your creation wasn't lacking anything short, yet some flowers looked like they were wilting which you so obviously tried to hide with a shaky hand and a smile so sharp

You wanted to earn his praise that badly? You'll have to earn it. His mind echoed, Azure's expression shifted that to a terrifying scowl. Enough to have the most timid survivor of all faith in the spot, which the statement could be backed up from one occasion

His finger pointed at the wilting flowers— A glare pierced a hole through your head you were convinced, but that barely hindered your goal. A goal unachievable through the eyes of the other survivors, except yours. Why? Well you convinced yourself it was mostly due to their lack of thoughts in trying to bond with the killers! But this one was yours, you've already claimed

You questioned his obvious distaste, you asked if you wanted him to change it for him, which caught Azure off guard. Especially when you explained further on why they wilted. The thought he appreciated. The flowers that wilted, weren't in that state until you've kept them for so long.. To Turn them into a bouquet, just for Azure? That chipped the walls he created to protect himself a bit and he turned his head away to hide the expresssion he had which slowly eased the harsh edges

You begged him to keep the bouquet you made! After all, you hadn't followed him around for nothing. Today at least, and when he tried to walk away, you trailed behind him with little to no fear about the things he could do to you

The spectre was confused alongside him for once and only made noise of annoyance, they didn't like the fact that you showed no ounce of fear nor that Azure seemed to be brushing you off. He had an audience to entertain, for SFOTHS sake..

Throughout the whole round, you just followed in obvious admiration. Your teammates on the other hand, suffered the usual harsh unmerciful treatment of the killer. And as soon as you guys were back at the cabin, they couldn't help but wonder what you truly saw in him, Azure, of all robloxians. If he even was one still.. They also wondered how to confront you about this.. feeling, you clearly inhabited.

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—This is short and took me a while due to school.. And because I have been drawing too much lately xaxaxa.. Either way I hope this is enough for a bit

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Can i ask you if you don't mind and can you do Azure x reader?? Please, also thank you.

dont expect a whole lot of my actual art style for requests :] i just thought this would be fun

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Mark's never ending feud with Helpy 🔪

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Due to recent information about FNAF MXES,,

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Here me out: Seraphim! Reader x Shedletsky

Pre Forsaking;

Sooo back in the days of Telamon, he somehow managed to awaken the literal incarnation of the swords' consciousness, this literal biblically Accurate divine being that probably doesn't even belong in Roblox. And you're tall, not like oh Roblox God tall NO! I mean you make Telamon look like a kid in your presence( which isn't even how tall you can be since you need to fit into this realm right) I can't lie Telamon was down BADDD if you catch my drift( but considering your a being of divinity you can't really have thoughts of lust or anything like that). So for awhile it was You and the little chick( Telamon)that follows you around. Till( after much persuasion and insisting from him) you managed to fit yourself into a Robloxian form( you'd still be a harpy and your still unnaturally tall but at least now you can touch and feel the world around you)

Post Forsaking:

It's been ages since you've seen Telamon, not even any of his colleagues have been seen and you've been getting anxious about it. Not even 1x4 was around. Then somehow you got teleported to Forsaken, the spectre just thought you were another playing piece in this game but it eventually realised it bit off more than it can chew. You were pretty much stuck as a mesh between your Robloxian and seraphim form since the relative new realm isn't very stable, So spectre just left you be, hoping that you'd pass and leave them to enjoy their games. So you just watched, till Shedletsky, while out on a walk bumped into you. It took a hot second before either of you recognised eachother. You eventually came to meet( by that I mean Shedletsky dragged you to the survivors cabin) the rest of the survivors. You probably scared the shit out of them first. ( Your quite literally a mass of eyes, halos and wings attached to a vaguely Robloxian form) But with Shedletsky Clinging onto you like a lovesick man seeing his wife again after ages. They just accepted it. Now how to get them out safely without starting problems with another higher being. That'll take awhile

- Yapper Anon strikes again >:)

YAPPER ANON YOU ALREADY HAVE MY KIDNEY AND NOW YOU SHALL TAKE MY SPLEEN- God I love LOVE this idea! I have such a vivid image in my mind that I can't get rid of now and I feel like a child at a birthday party ohohohoh~

Reader gets They/Them~

Pre-Forsaken

Your awakening was a messed up blur, even in your divine mind...

The first time your form emerged from the Ghostwalker... You were like a god of gods...

And the one to awaken you? Telamon himself.

He was quite impressed by your form, maybe even a bit too impressed...

But your divinity held no room for matters that he thought of. Any affection you could give was moreso like you saw him as a child.

Which he was, if you looked at your size difference. He was so much smaller than you, it was pretty adorable.

But Telamon was much more enamored with you than you would ever bother recognizing him for.

Although you still treasured what he brought you for gifts, you were still a little surprised at his determination in helping you despite your morals being perhaps a little... Off.

He was a god who did as he pleased, no matter the price. He just so happened to look up at you with absolute adoration and perhaps sin in his eyes.

But you were a being of pure divinity, refusing to even give a thought about sin or acknowledge it. You still saw him as someone worthy of your presence though, because he held the sword that practically birthed you.

You were still stuck to it, mind you. It was just that for now, it was hidden in the graveyard where you could watch over Telamon's mansion in bliss. Not like many would dare to try their luck against a being like you. Bigger than any living being, stronger than buildings and machinery itself and with no needs of your own.

You could probably just sit idly without doing anything and the seasons would change thrice before you knew it. You didn't have an actual physical body after all but you still enjoyed the kind souls that stopped in their paths to keep you company even if their mere lifespans couldn't compare to even a fraction of your own...

Could you even die? Probably not.

I mean, many have tried to fight you but it would barely even feel like the touch of a feather against your divine form.

Still, Telamon grew restless over time...

"Please, [Reader]!" Telamon came begging for what must've been the 347865th time now. Yeah, you kept track...

"I promise it's not that bad! Even just for a day!" Seriously? He wanted you to take on a Robloxian form so badly...?

Oh well... It was clear he would never stop...

With a sigh, you eventually relented. "Very well... I suppose our blade will just be on our person at all times..." You spoke calmly, almost as if you had done this before. But you hadn't.

And Telamon was over the moon. "You won't regret it, I promise!" He kept saying in different ways as your form began to shrink and twist into something more akin to that of the average person...

... Except for the Harpy-esque features like the wings on your back and behind your ears, claws on both your feet and hands that gently felt the world around you and- Tail feathers??

You were still unnaturally tall, mind you. Tall enough to match Telamon himself in size which he seemed all the more proud of when his own wings puffed up in pride.

You couldn't say you disliked it per say... But it was overwhelming to suddenly be able to feel...

The earth was beneath your feet, the wind blew softly against your hands and face as the Ghostwalker hung against your back...

And you could think freely now...

Post-Forsaken

Well isn't this just peachy...

First Telamon disappeared and then you couldn't find any of his colleagues back at HQ? Then even 1x4 disappeared...

It was the first time you felt anxious... An emotion you would've never gotten if you had stayed true to divinity.

But here you were, roaming the Mansion and HQ Periodically for any sign of familiarity and praying as you held onto the Ghostwalker that all of this was just a nightmare and you had fallen asleep for a couple of ages or a bad prank...

But your worry was shortlived...

For when you had suddenly found yourself in this new realm, your body was a little messed up...

Your form looked even less Robloxian than before. Eyes and wings popping out of your form like a corruption of purity and that wasn't even touching on the two halos covering your head like your face was meant to be hidden... Only your mouth really showed there...

It didn't take long to figure out who the Spectre was. A being as powerful as yourself...

It would intrigue you if it wasn't for the fact you now knew it was the cause of your friends disappearing. But it was willing to let you be if you allowed them their fun with you simply becoming a spectator.

It wasn't too bad, though you were annoyed with who the Spectre chose as killers.

Call it what you wanted but you came to see life as more than you used to when you've gained a Robloxian form.

A child chasing his own father around in a twisted game of tag..? Someone's husband who cannot even remember his own name...?

1x...

But you had to let it go on... Wondering what the Spectre had done to them and wondering where Telamon really was... You hadn't seen him at all but the Spectre claimed they had taken him too. They just refused to give you any other details.

During rounds, you were usually hidden within a tree or building to watch the survivors work together. Their strategies were commendable, you had to admit.

Each of them playing a part with their abilities and roles and leaving you with the longing for what once was.

The days and nights of Telamon teaching you to live instead of just be. Letting your new body truly unwind through the company of him and his colleagues that you've grown to see as friends along the way and enjoying life for more than what you were made to be...

It sounded cliché but it was your honest feelings on the matter. You've grown soft and you weren't even afraid to admit it.

The might of the Ghostwalker was still with you though. A might that had killed many who dared to touch it with their impure hands... Unworthy of the responsibilities unless they're able to purify themselves in a realm of your making.

But as you pondered everything and nothing at all, you felt a gentle bump against your back and turned around to see Shedletsky had been walking backwards and just bumped into you.

Into the Ghostwalker...

You took hasty steps to back away from him, clutching your sword like a lifeline as you wondered how he was still standing.

He couldn't be pure... Only three people have ever been declared pure by you and those were Builderman, Brighteyes and... Telamon...

"Sorry there, wasn't watching my ste-" Shed was awkwardly chuckling and turning to face you when he saw the Ghostwalker and your appearance.

The silence was deafening but you had both seemed to put two and two together by the time you eased up and he excitedly dashed to hug you.

"[Reader]! I can't believe it! When did you get this new form?!" He asked cheerfully, setting any worries you might have had to rest as your wings slowly settled down around him. A low rumbling began to escape your body that seemed to soothe the admin and even though you had no idea where that rumbling came from, you figured it was harmless in the comfort of your old friend.

You began explaining to him the surge of a new and uncomfortable emotion when you couldn't find him anywhere which he chuckled a little at but with his face finally fully visible, you could see the blush on his cheeks as he pulled away but held onto one of your hands to lead you back to the Survivor Cabins.

To say the other survivors were shocked and nervous was an understatement but seeing how Shedletsky clung to you as you explained that you mean no harm and will do whatever you can to help them as much as you can, they decided to open you with semi-open arms.

Not like you could blame them with how beastly you looked.

But Shedletsky and Builderman were happy to have you with them, even if you were stuck as a mere spectator during rounds. Shedletsky took your watchful eyes as motivation, always watching for you to pop up so he can do one thing or another to hopefully impress you in typical chicken fashion.

It was cute, you couldn't lie. Especially when he began building a habit out of dragging you to his cabin since you didn't have your own.

It was usually just to build a next on his bed and cuddle, bringing out that strange rumbling again as you gently combed through his hair using your clawed hands.

Normal people would be awkward and uncomfortable with so many eyes like yours staring directly at them but Shed knew there was no threat in it.

Your eyes held a quiet but affectionate side for only him to view. You may not fully understand that side of you but he was willing to be patient. At least you allowed him to show his affections openly without any resistance on your part.

Preening each other's wings? Your plentiful eyes simply watched in amusement and he could swear some of those eyes had heart-shaped irises which made him all the more giddy.

Cuddling to sleep? You'll allow yourself to drift off and your mind returns to your own realm where you sometimes drag him into as well to show him more about what he had created with the Ghostwalker.

Stealing kisses? You don't even flinch and let him savour your affections to his delight whenever and wherever.

But you had yet to give him and his teammates the ultimate gift.

The gift of freedom from an entity you aren't sure about for once...

Chat can you tell I like the weirder ones-

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

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NOLI TOMORROW, HELL YEAAAAAAA (I'm too lazy to paint it,,,,)

It was quite difficult to draw the muscles since anatomy is not my thing😔 but I hope you like it🥹

I saw that many people liked my genderfluid! Robot reader, sooooo...

Now this will be my reader im gonna use for my "forsaken x reader" art :D,,,,

Also, you can give me requests of forsaken x reader if you want, since I really have no ideas right now

(I dont draw nsfw and proship, ewwww)

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Pick Up Lines

Words: 338

Request: I've come to humbly request a 1xReader where reader just CANNOT stop flirting with 1x, worst part is they suck at it! Reader is just a himbo shooting their shot at the hot murder glowstick, they'll spout out the most god awful flirt to have ever been concieved while winking, finger gunning and giving 1x a confident smirk like they got all the rizz in the world, pathetic loverboy vibes for reader if possible!

I made this into small scenarios with some terrible pick up lines instead of one long fic, so I hope this works!

While the other survivors appreciated you in and out of the rounds, they do always wonder what goes on in your head. Flirting with them? Sure, some will throw a pickup line back. Flirting with a killer? Questionable but then again some of the survivor had their own relationships with them. Now, flirting with 1x? Death sentence. But you didn’t seem to care

***

You were the last man standing, having been corner in the dining room of the house. The music was loud but not enough to stop her from hearing your terrible pickup lines. "You must be made of unstable energy, because you make my heart go boom... probably." They paused, watching you lean back on the table before it collapsed.

Your eyes widened as you went down, laying their for a second before the pain hits. Groaning but not getting up, 1x’s own eye widened before slowly stepping away, “Wait, I have more!” She started moving quicker.

***

Hearing two pairs of footsteps getting closer alongside a certain song, clutching your arm as you peeked around the corner. Just in time to watch Elliot fall to the ground as 1x pulled her sword from his chest, and she never looked better. Well they have, but thats not the point.

Blood had splattered up onto his face, which turned to face you. "If looks could kill—wait, no, yours do kill." Quickly looking down at the body before flicking back up, "Uh. You’re doing great, sweetie." Giving them a thumbs up with your injured hand, “You got this!”

***

The familiar sword stabbed into the small wall next to you, a hand blocking your other side. She didn’t move to speak, only stared. Frown deepening when you spoke, "You must be firmware, because you’re upgrading my feelings in real-time." What.

Their eye squinted at you, “What does that mean?” Shrugging your shoulders, “It sounded cool, so you wan–” Pulling his sword from the wall before pushing you over said wall, taking a final look over before rushing after someone else.

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</> FORSAKEN </>

> " I found it, Just for you " (Forsaken 1x4 x Reader short ) > "Noli x Reader HC" >"In your arms" (Forsaken Guest 1337 x reader fluff short ) >"Reader's Bonus" (Forsaken Telamon x PA!GN Reader NSFW) >"He will see you in the morning." (Forsaken Telamon x PA!GN! Reader ) >" met me @ the midle tnite " (Forsaken Noli x Admin!Reader ) >"Please, say it again. " (Forsaken Shedletsky/Telamon x Reader NSFW) >"ASCII Art" (Forsaken 007n7 x Artist!Reader)

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hello, can I ask you. Can you show us more human blot and human looey

pretty pls

Haven't drawn much of them but have this

If they had, had a childhood (that isn't Yatta's design btw, just a sona Yatta)

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MCU: Hawkeye:

Kate Bishop x sword user! reader: Sword and arrow should stick together

Authors note 1: Hi, hi! Soo this idea doesn’t need much explanation, so I just hope it turned out well.... I'm feeling chatty, so I'll ramble a bit. You might be wondering why suddenly decided to write about Kate. What about Yelena, the Batfamily, or maybe something new from the DC, MCU or HSR? My answer is that, lately, it’s been way too sunny where I live, and I was thinking about a sunshine character and this idea popped into my head. I still love Yelena very much, and I will continue on the Batfamily and do more on Yelena and Thunderbolts soon. Warnings:  Maybe grammar mistakes, maybe a bit too much head cannons

Another restless night in the NYC.

Another patrol that Kate decided to take for the reasons … that only she knew…

Yes, New York had their friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. She was aware of that. No need to point it out in her face so bluntly. BUT! BUT!! BUT!!! She was doing her duty as a Hawkeye apprentice, or the new Hawkeye –  she's still figuring out her hero name, and Clint isn't much help with that. So, as a future Avenger, she does her best to protect the city and earn the title, so to speak. And, come on, nobody works alone — especially not the Avengers. Especially in New York, because this city seems to attract villains and criminals like a magnet. Protecting New York is a good a good start for the hero career, yeah, the Avengers focus on world level threats, but they started from smaller things.

So yeah. Her mission is protection of New York. So, she gotta stay vigilant. And, she stays vigilant, does patrol rounds, and so on.

A few thugs were stopped here, a bunch of criminals were stopped there and a few hours of practice in between, shooting practice, cardio included and so on. The nights are usually long. Sometimes they blur together because they are so similar. She sleeps in the morning, walks with Lucky, has her breakfast, works, takes quite a few coffee breaks in between of her work, walks with Lucky again, eats pizza with Lucky, goes on patrol at night, returns, and the day repeats itself. Sometimes she has calls Clint, and during those calls she bubbles about her day and experiences and he offers a few pieces of good advice or makes some sharp but friendly comments. Sometimes she visits her mum… And even though the days seem to blur together, she stays upbeat, hopeful and eager.

Despite everything, she is still wide-eyed idealist that believes in good.

Well, sometimes Kate thinks her days are boring, sure, but it`s fine by her. Of course, she wants to be heroic and do heroic deeds like a true Avenger, but she's sure that her time to shine will eventually come, and she'll step into the spotlight.

Although being in shadows has it perks too… Yeah… shadows, theyprovide hidden spots with a better view of the battlefield, helping her to ensure her shots are great and precise. But Clint is not the type to back down from a battle, so why should she? But sometimes she stops to think about one thing:

Is the shot worth taking?

Almost always, the answer is yes. One arrow can stop a criminal from killing, another can stop a robber, a third can help her escape from the chase and another can save someone’s life.

But one thing sticks with her:

-Best shot you ever took?

-The one I didn't take.

She didn't take a few shots. Sometimes she couldn't physically do it, like when her bow was kicked out of her hands. There were a few occasions when she hesitated. There were also times when she didn't take them of her own accord, such as with Yelena.

But what was her best one?

Maybe this latest one was the one?

So, it was just a normal Friday evening for Kate. She slept soundly until around 7 am, when Lucky started licking her face and practically dragged her out of bed, eager to go outside for his morning walk. The park was fine — other cute dogs, other friendly people, and really good summer weather. Breakfast was great — almost no one can mess up scrambled eggs and toast, it`s fine basics, alight. And for her work, Kate had to do too much monitoring at work, for which she had to consume too much caffeine, but still did everything great. And, this time, surprisingly, the pizza delivery arrived on time, so she a Lucky had a good dinner. And finally, it was time for patrol.

The streets were relatively quiet and everything was getting boring until she overheard a few thugs talking about a meeting in one of the warehouses in a not-so-good neighborhoods.

Kate just had to investigate.

On her way, she was buzzing with excitement. This seemed like a big deal. Maybe not quite as big as the tracksuit mafia, but definitely bigger than just some thugs. It could be a career boost for her hero duties — who knows? Either way, it was a big deal, both for her and for the city. Time to get to work.

But first, she needs to get to the place... and here comes one disadvantage of being just a human – she can`t just fly up and get to the place – running and taking a subway train it is. And of course, it took much longer than she had hoped... By the time she arrived, all the criminals had been defeated.

But first, she needs to get to the place... and here's one disadvantage of being human: she can't just fly there… how unfortunate…. so, she has to run and take the subway. Of course, this took much longer than she had hoped. By the time she arrived, she saw something she wasn’t expecting to see.

Okay, she hadn't expected to see so many criminals all in one place, standing in a way that would make it too easy for her to shoot them.

However, the only thing she saw were criminals lying on the ground, defeated.

How on earth? What the hell happened here?

Kate quickly pushed away her initial shock and tried to look around. It didn’t seem like the work of the friendly neighbor; it was too clean, and there was no evidence to suggest that he was the one who had stolen her moment.

Kate quickly pushed away her initial shock, trying to look around. It didn’t seem like a work of the friendly neighbor: too clean, and there was no webbing to assume he was the one who stole her moment of heroic deed from her.

Then, the question is, who did it?

She looked around, carefully examining traces on the ground and markings on gang members clothes that would help to identify who was the one behind defeating the gang. She saw cuts that were definitely left by the blade.

She was sure Clint wasn’t behind it, he was enjoying his time with his family at home and if he would have come to New York he would have said it when he called. And even more sure it wasn`t doing of Jack, not only he preferred repairs and was busy with LARPers this fine evening, but that rich man wouldn’t randomly go vigilante.

She walked deeper into the warehouse, it was dark, as you expect every creepy place to be. As she walked further, holding her hands on her bow and arrow, looking around not to miss any movement that can indicate a danger. She saw only more criminal’s unconscious with cuts but not deep, non-fatal wounds. She heard a thud and sped up to see the reason of it, and she saw a figure, standing over a criminal with sword in hand. the sound of the bowstrings being drawn was too loud in the silent warehouse. The figure`s head turned to her. Kate aimed, prepared to shoot. The figure took a step closer to her, now visible to her eyes.  Kate`s breath went still in her, her fingers stilled on the arrow.  

She walked deeper into the warehouse, which was as dark as you would expect any creepy place to be. As Kate walked further in, she held her bow and arrow ready, looking around to spot any movement that could indicate danger. As she walked further in the warehouse, she only saw more criminals lying unconscious with cuts that were not deep or fatal. Suddenly, she heard a thud and sped up in her steps to investigate. She saw a figure standing over a criminal with a sword in hand. She got in her battle stand; the sound of the bowstring being drawn echoed loudly in the silent warehouse. The figure turned its head towards her. Kate aimed, prepared to shoot. The figure took a step closer, and was now visible.  Kate's breath caught in her throat. Her fingers froze on the arrow.

She has never seen anyone like that… like you

-There is no need in aimless attack.  Call the police, they will deal with criminals – your voice rang in the warehouse sooner than she could shoot, she moved her bow down.

Kate didn’t take a shot.

Kate did as you told her and dialled the number, but before you could finish calling the police, she saw you walking away. Just like that – no hello, no goodbye, no introductions. The audacity! She quickly finished the call and ran after you.

-"Hey, wait up!" - she shouted, running to catch up with you. – “You can't just do that!”

-“Do what?” you asked, turning to face her and looking at her questioningly.

-“Walk off without saying anything!” – Kate gestured back at the warehouse.

-“I did the right thing. Anything else doesn't matter” – you said, putting the sword back in its scabbard.

She looked at you in slight shock. You defeated the entire criminal organization, and now you're acting like it doesn't matter, like it's self-evident, like it was normal to you. That raised so many questions for her. Who the hell were you? Were you a vigilante? Well, that seemed obvious. But what were your motives? Why were you operating in NYC? Why a sword? She had so many more questions, but she didn’t want to be impolite, so she decided to put them to one side for now.

She knew that if she hesitated any longer, you would probably go away and leave her with all her questions unanswered, and she remembered Clint talking about how heroes build connections with each other…  and this surely looked like a good networking opportunity! She has to know who else operates in New York, right? If she shares protection of the city with anyone, she should know those who protects it too, right

-“About that… do you wanna talk about it? Why don't we chat over a coffee?“ – yeah, that’s was really smooth, Kate. – “Ehh, that's will be my treat“ – hastily added, trying not to mess things up further. She wanted you to agree. She needed info about you.

To her surprise, you agreed after shooting a cautious look.

It turns out that if you're treated right, you're actually much chattier than she instantly assumed.

Yeah, you didn't reveal much about yourself. You mostly used generic phrases such as 'long years of practice' and 'sword mastery' to describe your specialty, and she, honestly, she gets it! It's hard to trust strangers, but you gave her so much more than she had hoped for. You seemed so unapproachable at first, so she didn't expect you to turn out that nice. Guess Kate needs to stop listening to stereotypical ideas form so many TV series she had watched. New info for her: Mysterious and closed-off people aren't always villains.

One thing was for sure: you were skilled, and she could not fail to notice it. The way you moved the sword and made sword art look easy. Now, thinking about it, she realized you had knocked out most of the criminals, not cut them unconscious. She needs to pay more attention to her surroundings. So seems you are on friendlier side, huh?

You were determined to fight crime — how noble of you. So, when Kate, in the middle of a conversation with a long-finished coffee, asked you out of the blue,

-“Do you want to do patrols together sometime?“ –  she didn't expect you to agree, cringing at herself.

You surprised her second time but you did — and you even shot her a smirk.

Fast forward a week or two and here she is, stuck with you for half the week or more, because sometimes she is too busy, sometimes you wanted to do patrols on your own or had things to do. That’s fine! Kate, remember that personal space is important. And Kate is not lonely without you, why would she be? But when you were together, she enjoyed the patrols - much more than she usually did.

Yeah, it was hella messy at first. It was hard to find a right rhythm of work together, to synchronize actions, but once you did, — not without trial and error, and with her shooting at you and you messing up her shots — patrols became so much fun. From a practical point of view, you served as decoy and the main target for the enemies, distracting them and allowing Kate to take perfect shots while covering your back. But you also protected her back when enemies were near and Kate was in the middle of shooting. So, it was a win-win situation for both of you. On top of that, she finally found an audience for her puns — that was yet another win in her book. She even made you laugh a few times, so it was definitely an achievement. You also provided her with a good example of efficiency and accuracy in battle, so much so that she sometimes wonders where you learnt your skills.

You were also nice — much nicer than you gave yourself credit for.  For example, during a break in one patrol, when she was, surprise, surprise, messing up the training – she defiantly needs to sleep a bit more and drink less coffee, but whatever - and you did not made fun of her, you helped and gave her a little praise, even gave her snacks. Or there was time when you came to patrol on really hot day with iced coffee. She also remembers seeing you talking with animals, only nice people do it right? Not to mention how cute it was… she had to admit it. Or the way you would ramble about something ramble – god it was cute. Oh no, she began to fawning over you?

And yet, you still carried an air of mystery around you, and color her interested, she wants to cracks you, to get to know you… because of her personal purposes. But really, if you two are partners, she needs to know you better than anyone.

So, in her eyes, here is the perfect duo. A knowledgeable swordsman and a funny archer.  So, what`s in store for the both of you on another patrol?

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c00lkidd🍭+ kid!reader oneshot

Requested by Anon, reader goes by they/them

THIS IS STRICTLY PLATONIC.

TW: None!

May be OOC

Being put into this dimension was bad enough for anyone unfortunate, but a literal child??? Now that was just plain cruel. Because now a kid was experiencing death over and over and over.

Despite this, [Name] was able to learn how to survive in this hell. Since they were a child, they had more energy and could hide easier, But they couldn't run as fast as the other survivors unless they drank a bloxy cola.

This also caused a lot of survivors to be more protective over them, since they were still young. So it's a win win for them!

But now, another win was coming.

It was when there seemed to be a normal round, with the killer being c00lkidd. The round seemed to be going as normal, until [Name] and c00lkidd crossed paths

At first, he didn't chase them like he always would, But was definitely excited to see that there was someone around the same age as him. And then it devolved into chatting through the entire round, giving survivors a break and to just do whatever until the round ended and everyone got teleported back to their respective lobbys

From that point on, if name was in the round with c00lkidd, they would be sent to go interact with him so that the survivors could get a break every now and then. If [Name] wasn't in the round, it would just go on as the usual round.

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[Name] found themselves back in another round, this one taking place in the ‘Underground war’ map. A place with two sides and an entire section below the ground.

They didn't waste their time standing around, not going to any generators because they were told not to mess with those because people were afraid [Name] would get hurt trying to fix them.

Peeking around the corner of the wall, they tried to listen or see if the killer was nearby or there was another survivor there. It was interrupted when [Name] was suddenly tackle-hugged to the ground.

"EEP!" They yelped in surprise before gathering their bearings and seeing the excited face of c00lkidd above them, seemingly the culprit of why they were on the ground right now.

"[Name]! You're here!" He would say before sitting up, allowing them to do the same. Now they both sat on the grass in the map. "So happy to see you!"

"Same here!" They would brighten up and smile "Glad to see you here."

"I was gonna go play, but then I saw you. While tag is fun, I like talking to you better." He mentioned, which made [Name] happy hearing he really liked being their friend- even if it meant meeting each other only through rounds.

That's when they remembered something. "Oh! Hey, I got something." They took off their mini backpack and zipped it open, c00lkidd looking curious as to what it could be, and then name pulled out a pillow pet! Specifically a penguin one. c00lkidd gasped

"Woah, you have one? That's so cool! What's his name?" He would ask and inch closer, observing the penguin pillow in [Name]'s hands. "I named it pudding." They responded and slung the backpack back onto their shoulders.

"Cool name!" He gave it a poke. "I wish I had one.." He was slightly jealous, but wasn't about to fight them for it. "But it is just a pillow, right?"

[Name] looked back down at the penguin pillow pet, before looking back up at c00lkidd, and then handing him the pillow. "You know what? How about we share it? you keep it for tonight and you give it back when we have our next round together. Besides, It's just a pillow, right?"

A wide grin stretched across c00lkidd's face, and he hugged [Name] tightly. "Oh, thank you! I'll take good care of pudding, promise!" He vowed before pulling back.

"Alright, try not to rip it." [Name] would say before they realized the round would end soon. "Crap, I have to return to the lobby soon, sorry."

"Aw..." c00lkidd frowned. "Don't be sad! Besides, we'll see each other again eventually." They reassured him before standing up, with him following after.

"See you soon, bye!" They gave a farewell just as the timer ended, and they were back in the lobby again.

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<- BERRY FUCKING PICKING CHAMPION

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I love Murder Drones, I love FNAF, and I really love DCA reader inserts so why not squish them all up together?

This AU is still in super early stages and I have a feeling that SOTM is gonna influence it heavily so I probably won't do much with it until I've seen a couple play-throughs of the game in April.

DCA WIPS under cut

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rip treize, you would have loved haru urara

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horse daughter 1/2(?) this horse is from texas.......

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