#<-INSANE that i can tag that now and have it be canon

[epicleovilanon]

Second Year Squad Hangover Fic

so. so i actually have a new fic in the works (and yes, i AM working on the who framed kalim al asim fic still, dw!!) but this one is a bit more focused on the second year squad.

i just love a good second year squad centric fic lol. i love a fic with a big cast in general, i discovered this when i fell in love with @the-nameless-ramekin absolute wonder of a fic, strawberry tarts and other love languages, it has become my favorite fic and was what ultimately inspired me to write a second year squad fic.

but my fic, so far, has two parts, though it might end up being three, because its a hangover trilogy au!! i just think a hangover fic with the second years would be funny af

Part 1

no one’s getting married in this part--because they're still technically students at NRC. It’s the night before their graduation--or well, two nights before their graduation. so the weekend maybe? and they're at the twst equivalent of Vegas or smth

they do indeed get roofied

ITS NOT AN ACCIDENT THOUGH THEY GET ROOFIED BECAUSE JADE SWITCHED IT ON PURPOSE BECAUSE HE THRIVES OFF CHAOS

they lose silver

(see, it had to be Silver. if they lost azul, jamil would be like it’s alright we can dip. and if they lost kalim, jamil would have found him instantly. bro probably has a tracker on him or smth. talked this fic out with @mari-oaky (as always lol) who said, "kalim thinks that his and jamil's soul are so connected they will always find eachother, meanwhile jamil is never leaving without his gps tracker" and honestlty???? yeah. pretty much!!)

silver just lends to the funniest possible outcome, because the second year squad is aware that there is always the possibility that he just fell asleep somewhere

Silver: I can't believe I got trashed and made everyone worry--and late to their graduation on top of that. I'm so ashamed Lillia, somewhere, anywhere: AYOOOOOO THATS MY BOYYYY

Part 2

In part 2, there is a timeskip, and Azul and Idia are getting married.

they lose AZUL

because they lose Azul, it does lend to a similar scenario as the first hangover movie, but trust me, it works!!

see, losing azul offers a lot of fun shenanigans both with the second years trying to figure out what happened and find azul, and also with some of the other guests back at the wedding trying to stall for time

like idia knows that there are some really important guests, and he also knows that azul would hate to make a bad impression on these people. so he ends up having to put himself in situations he doesn't like to stall until the second years find azul

(man's gotta make small talk!! the horror!!!!!)

idia having to talk to people and everyone’s like damn so he IS in love

(idia's always needing to be rescued at weddings lmaooo)

and it's just--it's so funny to me because the last time they all hung out together at the same time, all of them, was the weekend before graduation when they lost Silver. and now, they all reunite for azul’s wedding and then they lose HIM

-x-Additional Notes-x-

so something that works both in Part 1-Graduation, and Part 2-Wedding, is that the second years haven't seen each other in a long time in either scenario, because during their last year at NRC they were all spread far away from each other doing internships, and later, the wedding happens years after NRC. so there could be a lot of unresolved situations between them

for instance, i wondered a lot about kalim and jamil. i thought of questions like, have kalijami seen each other? did jamil go back to silk city with kalim after graduation. if so, those two nights before graduation were the last two days of freedom he would enjoy in a while. and he can’t even remember them. if i go that route, he’s gonna attack jade when he finds out the dude purposely drugged them

but if jamil DOESNT return to silk city because kalim is planning to set jamil free, yet doesnt actuallu tell jamil about this plan until the ACTUAL DAY HE DOES IT, which is graduation, then you have a kalim desperate to spend the last two days he’ll ever spend with jamil. and jamil trying to spend the last two days free of kalim (as free as he’ll allow himself anyways)

but NEITHER CAN REMEMBER!!

and then—Part 2, the wedding. by then, are they good!?!? or are they still in this cycle of misunderstandings. are they together! or are they in a messy situationship.

is the wedding the first time jamil and kalim are seeing each other post-graduation or has jamil gone back to kalim at some point in between? so those were the type of questions i was considering

and then--the final product for Part 1 kalim and jamil ended up being a mix! they had gone on diffferent internships, as they are very different people with different interests. also it's slow progress towards jamil's freedom. so after a lot of efforts to convince their families, kalim and jamil were able to at least accomplish this much.

(and it's pretty much a given that they need time apart to figure out what they mean to eachother, this could be a first step towards that)

and, during his internship jamil realizes that he feels something for kalim? he's not sure what it is exactly, and his reaction is to panic because, after thinking a lot about it, he really wants to confess and figure it out, but he also fears that if he does he won't be able to leave kalim after they graduate, eventually regretting the fact that he couldn't spend more time on his own

we could sooo play with tension here, because what if he doesn’t want to leave!! and the thing is he has to, HE HAS to so they can work. its KALIM who has realized this, and made a mature selfless decision. he lets jamil go, but says he’ll wait if jamil wants to come back when he’s ready

hangover wedding edition they're together!

and it works because kalim and jamil's relationship has so many similarities to aladdin and genie too! imagine kalim hesitating to free jamil because he's scared that he'll lose him forever or because he's scared that he won't be able to move forward without jamil's help

but also, as @yuurei20 put it, he takes a lot of inspiration from sindbad too as a character that values frindship above any treasure in the world (in the more recent park ride) so he would have to come to term with letting jamil go

but kalim hesitating!!!! struck me that it could be a big factor in the hangover fic

like, you have jamil who is on the verge of realizing his feelings and what that means—the fear that he will want to stay. and a kalim who is hesitant about making good on his promise to free jamil, bc he 1) thinks he’s never going to see jamil again, 2) is worried abt how he’ll handle it and 3) jamil is FINALLY looking at him in that way

like yes, he values and loves jamil so much, he would have to let jamil go, and it’s gonna be hard, because jamil is—he wants to travel the world, but he’s also, he’s also nervous like. this is the first time he’s fully truly stepping away and finding himself and he’s a little scared

jamil almost suggests to kalim to come with him, they can travel the world together. but kalim would know instantly that jamil is just saying it because he is afraid of letting go of kalim, like he's still responsible for kalim's safety and wellbeing

and maybe jamil is a little scared of being alone too. he wants it more than anything, but that's not how he has lived his life until now. kalim having to be the one to make the mature decision of letting jamil go and letting jamil know there’s always space to come back to him. and kalim needing to trust in jamil to wait. while jamil needs to trust kalim can grow and can leave a spot open for jamil (which. the latter is the most obvious thing everyone knows. no one does devotion to jamil the way kalim does)

(thank you mari-oaky for being so awesome about everything and bouncing ideas around with me, you're just so amazing, i love your brain!!)

it was in fact mari-oaky who proposed the idea of there also being some drama between azul and another second year. like they were in an on and off relationship, and by the end of the first hangover they definitely break up. which leads to him eventually starting a relationship with idia. i loved that idea so much, especially because I already knew what i wanted to do with characters like Riddle.

riddle, by the time of azul’s wedding, is someone who is still not happy. he’s doing everything he’s supposed to. he’s set boundaries with his mother, he has a good job, he’s close with the heartslaybul boys and chenya still. but. he’s still unhappy. and they try to help but he still isn’t sure why he isn’t satisfied

so i'm still figuring out if the second year azul is having a turbulent and doomed entanglement with is Riddle, Ruggie, or Jade.

and just, figuring out these dynamic is so much fun because silver basically sleeps the first one out like the unproblematic king he is. he's got no time for drama. only sleep. and then, by the wedding, he’s involved poor guy ��

but i'm still figuring some key dynamics out, and if anyone has any suggestions or questions, my asks and/or dms are always open!

[hyp3rfixation-h3ll]

( TOME AU ) tfw you wake up in the abyss of the game youve loved after 4 fucking years and your first thought is "where the FUCK is my HAT" (hopefully i can make this into a comic ??? or something. idk)

[s-aint-elmo]

I'm so glad I'm not the only one obsessed with the Marcille Laios Falin gang. Like they are a unit.... A team.... Even if the rest of the party fell apart they would stay together.... Idk it's just really fun to see all the different groups everyone falls into across the course of dungeon meshi and I love how you can tell that the three of them are a unit even as they are separated for most of the manga.

YEAH!!!! that day in the laughing wolf when falin first stopped marcille from perma-killing her brother that was fate in motion binding them together for the rest of their lives. (/hj but also i have a vague nebulous idea for a series of drawings of the toudens + marcille thru the years starting w the laughing wolf.) i love how we know that in both laios and marcille's ideal visions for the far future they are together with falin and that by the end they make it happen. i love that they both started off being connected only by the strength of their love for falin but eventually developed their own deep closeness that cemented their trio as a balanced whole.

i don't see laimar romantically the way i do farcille but those two for sure mean as much to each other as falin does to them. i love laios's strongest impression of marcille being the moment she gave it all to bring falin back. i love marcille speaking to laios's corpse with her cheek laid on his cold breastplate. i love laios looking out for marcille's comfort and enjoyment as the baseline for the party because she's the most expressive about her feelings. i love marcille always being the first to notice when laios is being dodgy as all hell and making him spit it out.

however it shakes out those three are family 5ever and we all know the lengths they'd go to if they were ever to be separated <333

[emioliravioli]

oh i need to update my pfp for pride later,,

[asgardian--angels]

....idk in a fandom this gigantic how are people already coalescing onto a handful of popular headcanons and scenarios that just become the baseline now, when the source material gives us literally limitless possibilities to work with

[svtskneecaps]

so what i'm putting together from osmosis and the wonderful livebloggers and the incredible arkanis english updates account is something like this

Prefeito Jota: Hello, I'd like to hire you to investigate what happened in my city/island(?)!

Bagi, who was previously "invited" to a mysterious island/city by its elected official, subsequently trapped on the mysterious island/city, investigated the deep mysterious history of the island/city, came to no conclusions, found her brother after years of searching, was separated once again from her brother, gained and lost an adopted daughter (possibly to being kidnapped by the island government, which was evil), gained and lost a demon fiancée (possibly to being dragged back to hell, so there's no way to find her), gained and lost a close demon friend to dubious circumstance (did he die for his children? is he with skeppy in the gas station?), and has had an unknown amount of time to process and/or suppress all of this: Sure! :D

[autumnrory]

i really think stucky fandom is the only one i've been in where making another relationship pretty much just as significant as theirs in fanfiction is the norm and obvs it used to not bother me but now it makes me crazy

like. i'm used to another pairing being together but then they break up and the main one gets together and you're like okay cool but stucky writers just muddy the waters and i'm like you know you can ignore them being with other people right this is fanfic you can do whatever you want you don't have to prop up this relationship to prove you're not misogynistic or whatever you can still write stucky exactly as they are without all this extra nonsense

[bravevolunteer-a]

STOP shipping movie mike and fucking ness m.atpat cameo open your god damn EYES there is a character named jeremiah right there who mike actually has A Scene with and specifies in the novelization that he likes talking to him contrary to most people

[hershelwidget]

Okay move over Professor Inkling I found a new contender for playing "they're the same guy" with Count Bleck

I CONCEDE THAT I WAS GRASPING FOR STRAWS THE FIRST TIME AROUND BUT I LITERALLY JUST FINISHED EPISODE 3 (yeah I know I'm late to the party) AND WHAT THE FUCK.

"Essay" about it under the cut (and SPM spoilers... and EP 3 spoilers if you're like me and also late to the party)

You know what! Here's my previous posts on the topic as well, in case you wanna catch up on this nonsense! Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Okay let me get this part out of the way first. TIMPANI AND QUEENIE(???). To be fair to Bleck here, Tippi did come back to life. In fact, she never actually died, she just kind of changed form. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT? I THINK THAT SAME KIND OF THING HAPPENED TO QUEENIE. So these two "widows" are STILL in the same boat there! Blumiere was also a decent guy with real noble goals (ha.) before Timpani was turned into a Pixil. Then he lost his goddamn mind about it and became Count Bleck... So, we don't know what Kinger was like before his wife abstracted, but if it's revealed that Queenie's abstraction was a direct cause of him going "crazy", then huzzah. As a bonus to this point, both Count Bleck and Kinger are still good people at heart even when accounting for their flaws. Bleck still took in the rest of his team (minus Dimentio) and probably at some point genuinely wished they could each have their own worlds. He tried to end the multiverse all because he really missed his girlfriend. Still a dick move, but he wasn't evil. Thank God Kinger doesn't have a Dark Prognosticus and Chaos Heart-- he can't exactly try to destroy the circus if he doesn't have a means to do so. Though, I don't think he would try anyways. He seems... better than Bleck when it comes to regulating his emotions. Plus, Bleck was very likely much younger when he thought his dad murdered Timpani.

Next up, appearances! AKA the obvious angle. Just look at them. They've both got a long garment that covers everything below the neck (that includes the colours Purple and White!), floating disembodied hands covered by white gloves, and neither of them actually have limbs. Count Bleck's just got the head and torso, really. Kinger is a chess piece. I'd also argue that limited facial features is also a factor, as while Bleck does have a visible mouth, neither of them have noses or ears. Not that it particularly matters, but Bleck's eyes are red/orange/yellow/white (it's a gradient) while Kinger's got blue, and ALL of those colours listed for Bleck are commonly in cahoots with blue. Red and Blue are seen as opposites in games like TF2, Orange is Blue's ACTUAL opposite, Yellow + Blue makes Green, and White + Blue are often paired together in the colour palettes of characters and environments. I just thought that was neat.

The last piece of "evidence" I want to talk about is relationships, but that deserves a whole new post because there is a LOT to talk about there. I'll leave this here on the rather hilarious note that they're both probably bisexual, but they've got bigger things to worry about right now. No, seriously, Bleck's cape has the bisexual colours (my FAVOURITE kind of "evidence" for LGBTQA+ headcanons) and Kinger x Caine is apparently one of the most popular ships in the TADC fandom. Good enough for me!

[mullermilkshake]

Eight legs? I’ll cut them off.

Part 23 <- Part 24 -> Part 25

Jinwoo goes head to head with the dungeon boss, but forgets something crucial.

Yandere! Jinwoo Sung x Fem Pregnant!reader Canon-typical violence, Spiders

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I have only watched the anime and haven't gotten round to reading the manhwa yet. Please refrain from spoilers.

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“Ugh… Why’d it have to be something so gross?”

Jinwoo noted the spider's aura fluctuating like smog, smoke, a misty boundary beyond the lower rank hunters' perception. It was probably why half of the hunters were trapped inside.

Curious though. The same amount of hunters taken from each group, each stuck on the wall in a pattern mirroring the other like a shrine, a place of worship, like the spider was some sort of god. There were other treasures and mana crystals in piles like they were offerings from other magical beasts, perhaps to keep it from killing them.

That would be a first.

The first thing Jinwoo thought of coming face to face with something so deadly to civilians was you. If that thing managed a dungeon break and got out, you’d be at risk.

The system shot up in Jinwoo’s periphery. 

Weaver of fate

Geodaehan Geoumi

“You’re bigger than a ‘giant spider’ you’re huge!” Jinwoo scratched his head and studied the amber writing above its head. “At least I won’t have to work too hard. I wanted to get some insane experience from this at least… But I’m taking all that home.” 

The treasure in piles, collected in the corners by what Jinwoo presumed was its nest.

Despite being an easier dungeon boss for Jinwoo than some he’d faced already, this wasn’t some C or B-Rank magical beast either. It must have been an upper A-rank. Why was an upper A-Rank doing in a dungeon like this? As far as Jinwoo knew, it wasn’t even an insect dungeon.

“So you’re bigger than the last guy- woah, you’re more colourful than the last one too.” The spider emerged from the pit it dug, cobwebs tugging on its abdomen and catching on the hairs of its legs. “Think you’re pretty cool, huh? Well, I’ll tell you one thing, I don’t know why you’ve kept people alive to make this messed up shrine of yours, but you’re no god…”

Jinwoo summoned his shadows, Iron and Tusk thumped behind him, awaiting their orders just like the others. However, at the sight of his shadows, a dungeon boss would usually charge or react in some way that initiated the battle, defending itself from a threat. Yet the spider did no such thing, it continued stalking its way out of the tunnel and waited there, glaring back at Jinwoo and his shadows with its eight, putrid looking red eyes.

“Are you gonna move, or?” Still nothing. “Look, I get it, my shadow army can be quite overwhelming, but this is ridiculous. Hello?!” He haved his arm in the air arrogantly, huffing and preparing himself just to take it out by himself if it was stuck there. 

Idiot. 

“Mmphh! Mmpph!” Jinwoo waited and listened out for the struggle. One of the cocooned hunters.

Jinwoo called back. “I’ll get you out after I kill the giant thinks-he’s-god spider! Just hold in there.”

“Atc out fo, mphmm!” 

“Yeah… I can totally understand that.” Jinwoo disregarded them and pushed off to close the distance.

“Wait- hel- you hav-” 

“What now?”

Everything stopped, the spider did not move, stuck in suspended animation. One of the cocoons moved, wriggling like a distressed maggot. One on the far right, dangling against broken, moss covered stock bricks, clinging to a desperation Jinwoo just didn’t have.

A person emerged from it, their face poking out enough to speak. “Watch out for its poison!” 

Jinwoo glared at the spider, noticing the purple smoke emanating from its abdomen. “Oh, so you’re a poison boy too? Want to test that theory, buddy?”

“You’ll forget!” 

Jinwoo smiled, put his dagger into his hand and commanded  “Let’s make this quick… Iron, you know what to do.”

Iron bounded forward and shouted at it, hoping to pull the spider into a frenzied attack, that way, Jinwoo could see how it moved, how it defended itself. Yet it didn’t. Again, it never moved, just released the poison that was beginning to fill the room like a smoke screen.

Maybe this is how it hunts? It doesn’t have to move, it just poisons people. It could be why half the teams made it out. 

“Try using your poison on me then-”

Jinwoo stopped, mouth open and watched Iron sprint towards the spider, a feral wolf growling and snarling at it. Iron was pissed off because the spider ignored his battle cries. Fucking hell. 

“Iron- Iron!” Jinwoo was ignored.

The shadow swung his battle axe at the spider's leg, slicing through its exoskeleton but not cutting it off. That’s when it moved. That’s when it was done stalking its prey. The spider swung its rear leg at Iron, catching his axe at the last minute, hitting each other back and forth. The main body remained like stone, subconsciously using independent limbs to fight while it continued to poison the room.

“Tusk, light him up.”

The shadow took position, preparing himself for an attack that was probably unnecessary, but it would end the bullshit dungeon in no time. Jinwoo made his own move, running to the hunters in time and severing the cocoons from each section for the protection of the shadow army.

It was then that Jinwoo finally encountered the true dungeon, the spider was disappearing and the smokey poison flooded his senses. It smelled like your shampoo from the bathroom, your own perfume with a woody, vanilla aroma. All familiar scents filling his nose like you could have been right in front of him inside that place.

Wait… Who am I thinking about? 

He placed the cocoons down, some moved, some remained lifeless. Jinwoo rubbed his temples, pinched his nose and thought really hard. Tusk unleashed his attack on the spider and waited for further instruction, sitting there in his posture awaiting for the smoke to clear. The purple poison remained, the spider remained, fighting with Iron as though nothing happened.

Who was I thinking about again? I know that face, but what’s her name? She’s pretty. 

“Tusk, hit him again.”

Jinwoo took his dagger and prepared himself, if that spider wanted to fight with poison, he’d give it back to him in kind. He sprinted towards it, keeping to the side as Tusk let off another attack, he waited until the powerful blow had ceased and the fire was starting to fade away.

The dagger came down in the spider's eye and only then did it move, quicker than anticipated, screeching and squealing in Jinwoo’s direction.

“Y’know the best way to kill a spider? Now, I don’t have a cat, but I have a bear, close enough, right?” Jinwoo went to blows with the spider, slicing at its legs and cutting and ripping the blue blood from its circulation. “Tank!”

I want to summon Beru, but where is he? I don't remember assigning him anywhere. 

Jinwoo tried concentrating, but the features of a woman he couldn't remember were blinding him. He kept inhaling the smoke, resilient to poison yet he wasn’t resilient to the woman he couldn’t remember.

Wait, she’s pregnant, isn’t she? Who’s the father? Have we spoken before? 

He just couldn’t fucking remember.

Tank lunged and rammed the spider as Tusk prepared again, waiting on the word. Jinwoo nodded him over and withdrew. He wasn’t at full fighting strength, and he didn’t know why. Jinwoo couldn’t think of anything other than that woman.

The spider was finally showing cracks in its exoskeleton, one large crack across its face. Jinwoo took the opportunity and jumped up to it, ramming the knife straight through its skull until it whined and struggled and collapsed, the smoke ceased and started to dissipate.

Why was his mind so blank?

His soldiers released the other hunters, Jinwoo wanted to delve deeper into the spider’s poison, a gland or two would suffice-

“Iron?”

The dunce brute smashed the deceased spider’s head in, growling and snarling, pummeling it into the ground. What an absolute idiot.

“Iron! You can’t get pissed off every time someone ignores you.”

He looked hurt almost, slouching his shoulders and stomping off to the side, this was usually when Igris would look on with disappointment and a shake of his head as though to scold him.

Where the hell was he?

“Mr Sung!” Jinwoo didn’t ignore the Hunter running over to him, but he kind of did.

When a specific little trinket caught his eye, he knelt down to study it. A gold bangle, smaller than expected, like it could fit a goblin or a small child. For some reason, he was drawn to it. Perhaps it was the way it sparkled under the crystalline glow of the cave, emitting its own light almost, maybe it was the name the system gave it.

Good luck charm.

Simple, not linked to anything except increased luck. Jinwoo could not benefit from it, but he slipped it into his pocket anyway.

“Mr Sung!”

“I’ll need a hand with all this…” Jinwoo summoned Igris and Beru back from wherever they we gallivanting off to. “There you are, you missed one hell of a fight. Carry some of this stuff out, we’ll look through it all properly-”

“Mr Sung, did you breathe any of that poison?!”

Easy man. What’s with all the drama? 

“The smoke, did you breathe any of it in?”

“I guess, but I have a high tolerance to poisons, I’m sure I’ll be fine.” He rummaged through the items again, not bothering to fight the compulsion to find one more trinket before he left the dungeon.

“No, no, no, it’s a targeted amnestic-” He pulled out an old looking sketchbook from the bag covered in some sort of goo that Jinwoo didn’t bother to question. “There’s only ever been one of these types of spiders ever recorded.”

“Okay…”

Jinwoo shot a brief glance at the pages but didn’t ask him about them, he was too engrossed in the pile of trinkets. Another gold bangle, similar in size and weight, however, this one was duller, less prone to absorbing the light. It had more mana attached to it, a complex string of code bound around it.

Its name was Hero’s pride.

Jinwoo tucked it in his pocket like the other one instead of putting it into the system inventory. Safe keeping for something he wasn’t sure about.

“The spider’s poison removes targeted memories, usually fear, but there was one case that it dissolved a hunter's memories of their loved ones. T-This spider is a trickster, a manipulator and won’t engage in a fight unless absolutely necessary.”

“Your point is?”

The hunter shuffled around nervously, fiddling with the pages of the sketch book. “Sir, I study magical beast biology, I’m on the recording team for the association's archives. You saved us just in time to stop our bodies being ingested and most of us have regained our memories through lack of fear when you arrived... But you don’t fear anything, not from what I saw.”

“So?” Jinwoo was getting impatient.

“Mr Sung, You’re getting married, aren’t you? You have twin babies on the way.”

What? No he didn’t. It wasn’t like he could forget something as crucial as a fiancé and not one, but two babies, could he? The thought was entirely preposterous.

“What kind of comment is that? I’m single last time I checked.”

“Oh no…”

Jinwoo turned to Beru who hadn’t moved from the spot he appeared, Igris too. They never even kneeled. “Why are you two moping about?”

“Sire, you have left your mistress without protection!”

Who the hell was this ‘mistress’ ?

The hunter grabbed at his shirt and shook him without care of his S-Rank status. “Listen to me! You have to get out of here and see her before your memories don’t come back! It’s happened once before and that guy had an entire family he never remembered, go now!”

Okay, Jinwoo had no clue what he was talking about, but he had a certain tier of logic applied to his brain. Still, his mouth overtook his brain. “Where do I go?”

“Follow me, I’ll take you to her my lord! We must be swift!”

Beru led a rather confused Jinwoo back through the tunnel with the two bangles in his pocket, Igris followed behind. Once out of the gate, Jinwoo ignored Jin-chul completely and allowed Beru to carry him to the apartment.

“I live here? I thought I was still living back home.” The front door of the apartment had no familiar ring to it, not the colour nor the number. 

Though who was behind it made this entire interaction that much more confusing.

“You're back.” A woman opened the door, smiling and positive.

“It’s you.”

The same woman from his, what should he call them? Visions from inside the cave, fighting that spider.

And you were heavily pregnant.

What the hell?

Part 23 <- Part 24 -> Part 25

Thank you for reading and all of the support on this fic! ❤️ Likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated and I appreciate you all! See you next time 🤗

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DISCLAIMER - Crossposted from my AO3 - I do not own any of the characters or anything from the anime or manhwa. This is a work of fan fiction and is absolutely not representative of the views or intentions of the original creator(s).

Also please don’t post any of my work without permission thank you!

[saintsanddevils]

Void & Omen - pt 3

Bob Reynolds/Void x Fem!Reader

Summary: When you meet Bob, that deadly power inside of you stirs, recognizing something just as equally dark and powerful in him. After all, like calls to like.

Warnings/Tags: Thunderbolts movie spoilers, canon typical violence & swearing, brief mentions of blood, fluff, angst, overprotective & possessive reader (& Bob)

Author’s Note: This is my FAV chapter I’ve written for this series so far! Enjoy!

Word Count: 5K

Masterlist

Part Two • Part Four

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Arms locked and legs trembling, we barely make it to the closed elevator door hundreds of feet above the ground level. It must’ve been hours of exerting ourselves to get here. Sweat clings to my skin as heaving breaths saw through my lungs. I cling to Bob and Ava as tight as possible as we climb further, back to back.

“I see the door!” John gasps, startling our progress. “We’re almost there!”

Hope soars through us as we gasp out a mutual sigh of relief, until… Silence reigns as realization slices through the air like the blade of a guillotine.

“Now what?” Yelena huffs.

“Maybe one of us should go up first?” Ava suggests, shifting on my left side. Her weight drags me for a second as I shift my legs, stabilizing myself. I cling harder to my right side, to Bob, who also stabilizes himself, pushing his weight into me to keep me centered.

Yelena groans. “Then the other four immediately fall!”

“Ahh, shit,” John hisses.

“Yeah, sorry,” Bob sighs, voice quivering with uncertainty. “I guess I didn’t really think this far ahead.”

I turn my head towards Bob, finding him staring at the wall in front of himself in defeat as John berates him for this idea. My heart sinks at the way his shoulders sag, eyes losing that small bit of innocent, playful light they normally carry.

“Always making things worse,” he whispers under his breath. He says it like a mantra. As if he’s been told this for most of his life and he believes it.

Something protective stirs in my chest.

“Don’t say that,” I tell him, ignoring John’s tirade. “This was a great idea.”

Bob scoffs, shaking his head, but he doesn’t respond. He only stares at the wall, that light continuing to fade in his eyes.

“Maybe if we didn’t have two extra people, this would be much easier—“

I stop John before he can continue. “If you didn’t have Bob & I, you’d never make it this far.”

John scoffs. “Yeah, but at least we wouldn’t have you guys around, being a burden—“

I flinch. Bob tenses.

“Hey, I don’t think I can do this for much longer!” Ava complains loudly.

“Hand me your baton, I can reach it!” John calls to Yelena.

She gasps and they continue to bicker, but my eyes haven’t left Bob. That stirring in my chest hasn’t left and it’s telling me to help him. To be there for him. To protect him.

“Bob—“

Suddenly, he shakes his head, whipping it around frantically.

“Bob?”

“C-cucumber! Cucumber!”

“What the hell is happening?!” Yelena questions.

Bob tosses his head around. “Growing up, someone t-told me that you can stop sneezing if you c-can confuse your brain,” he stutters. “I always just yell cucumber.”

“Okay?”

“I have to sneeze, but if I sneeze, I can lose control and if that happens—“

John groans in annoyance. “This is insane! I can get us all out of here. I just need to go first—“

“No!” I yell, trying to grip tightly to Bob who keeps jostling us with his sharp movements.

“No way!” Ava joins in.

Bob suddenly stills. “Oh no.”

Fear drops in my stomach like a heavy stone. If he loses his grip, we’re all dead.

“Cucumber!” We yell in varied unison. “Cucumber!”

We continue to yell as John shifts, grabbing Yelena’s baton from her back.

“No!” I scream just as his arm whips it back before throwing it towards the closed elevator door.

Our screams echo as we fall like dominos. Bob reaches out to me, as if by instinct, and holds on for dear life as we plummet. Bob jolts from my grip as a thin rope suddenly ties around his ankle, stopping him. I scream before Bob grabs on to my hand, gripping me tightly.

My body slams into the wall of the elevator before stilling, hovering mid-air with Bob’s hand securely around mine. When I look up at him, he smiles sheepishly before finally sneezing.

“What the fuck, Walker!” Yelena screams.

“You’re welcome!” He yells back, helping Ava up through the elevator door.

“You selfish prick!” She spits at him.

“Yeah, well, you’re all safe,” he shrugs. “I made a tactical decision. Secure my own safety, which in turn, ensured all of yours.”

Yelena is pulled up next, swearing like a sailor as she shoves past him, grabbing her baton from him with a heavy glare.

“Pretty ungrateful, if you ask me.” John huffs.

“What an asshole,” I mutter as Bob pulls himself up, bending to hang on to the rope attached to him. At the same time, he pulls me up with one hand, helping me to reach the same rope he’s hanging on to. I stare up at him as he holds me close, gripping my waist.

“Thanks,” I breathe heavily. “That was some crazy upper-body strength.”

He smiles, red spotting his cheeks. “Uh yeah. It’s nothing.”

I shake my head. “No seriously, thank you. I could’ve died.”

Bob’s face grows serious, his hand tensing around my waist. “I wouldn’t have let you fall.”

Something hums in my chest at that.

“You gonna make it, Bobby?!”

Bob flinches at John’s shout. Sharp annoyance towards the super soldier sparks in my chest at the sight. John pulls us up by the rope before extending his hand to us. A smug grin crosses his lips and I glare up at him before accepting his help.

“You don’t have to be a jerk about it,” I grumble.

He shakes his head, rolling his eyes. “Hey, at least you’re breathing.” He looks over at Bob, who breathes heavily as he pulls himself up to the door. “Looks like you might’ve missed arm, leg, and chest day.”

Bob glares up at him. I see something in his eyes. Something dark and shining as he holds his hand up to John. When they clasp hands, John pulls him the rest of the way.

Something under my skin rises to the surface. Feeling a strange spark of energy in the air, my skin pebbles with goosebumps. I furrow my brows, staring at Bob as he shoves past Walker, making his way over to me. His eyes—

“You alright?” He nods to me.

But his eyes… there’s a strange sheen of gold in them. Like a fire lit from within.

“Are you?” I ask.

He stills, eyes jumping from me to Walker, who’s dangerously close to the edge of the elevator shaft, staring at nothing.

“Yeah, fine. Great.”

I can sense the lie and it stings.

“Bob?” I step closer. “What’s wrong?”

When I reach out to touch him, he steps back. I stare at him, hoping the hurt isn’t written on my face as it pinches my insides.

The action of stepping back from me shouldn’t hurt as much as it does. Memories of my mother, my sister, my friends, all stepping far from me. Fear filling their eyes as they backed away. As if I would hurt them. As if I wanted to hurt them.

My hand falls to my side.

“Walker?” Yelena calls out, drawing my attention.

John stands barely a step away from the edge, his body swaying slightly forward. The hair rises on the back of my neck at the sight. How his body seems suspended in a moment, lost in thought.

Yelena steps forward, reaching out towards him. “Are you crazy?!”

John jumps when Yelena’s hand touches his shoulder. He steps back from the ledge, eyes unfocused as he whirls towards the rest of us.

“What?” John questions, clearly confused.

Yelena shakes her head. “What the hell were you going to do?”

John furrows his brows. “What are you talking about?”

I stare at the ledge, dread filling my stomach at the thought of watching John plummet down the shaft, to his death. How could he not notice what he was doing?

Bob shifts in my peripheral.

Ava rolls her eyes. “Ugh, we don’t have time for this. Can we finally get out of here?”

When we follow her to the only door in the room, she presses a button and it lifts up, revealing a walkway to the outside world. A chill night breeze soars through the open door and the smell of sun-bleached earth fills the air. It reminds me of waking up in the middle of the night when I camped out in the desert years ago.

“Where exactly are we?” I ask.

Yelena shrugs. “Utah.”

We file closer to the door as the sound of marching and harsh voices echo from outside. The five of us lean against the corner of the wall, peering out to see what’s going on.

Large groups of men and women armed in tactical gear and various weapons run around the entrance. They shout and march, readying themselves for some sort of assault.

“Shit,” Ava shakes her head. “This isn’t looking good for us.”

“Fucking Valentina,” Yelena murmurs.

Backing away from the entrance, we gather around, trying to plan a way out of here that doesn’t result in getting shot in the head the second any of us step out of the building.

Bob is twitching and shifting from foot to foot again, nervously. I step closer to him on instinct, forcing myself not to reach out to him. Not since he stepped out of my touch earlier. The sting of it still hurts.

“I’m thinking I might just surrender,” Bob says, drawing everyone’s attention. “They don’t know me, I’m just some random guy.”

The thought of him going out there, alone and vulnerable, has my gut twisting.

John throws his hands in the air in frustration. “So, every man for himself, then.”

Yelena cocks her head to the side. “Who said you’re in charge?”

John, Yelena, and Ava continue to bicker, once again. I shift closer to Bob as they argue.

“You think they won’t hurt you?” I ask.

Bob shrugs. “I’m not who they’re after. I’m no one.”

I bite my lip. “Where would you go once you’re out?”

“If they let me go free,” he forces a nervous laugh. “I don’t know. It’s been a while since I’ve been in the states.”

“Me too.”

Bob turns to look at me, hundreds of questions drifting across his features. I resist the sudden urge to smooth my fingers over his face to reassure him.

Instead of touching him, I give him a glimpse of my past. “After my parents died, I didn’t want to stick around. Everything felt haunted. Once I left, I couldn’t stop running.”

I stare off into the distance, lost in memories of hitchhiking, sleeping on park benches, and doing odd jobs to pay for food and getting me as far from home as possible.

Bob shifts closer, head tilted as his eyes take me in. In this clearer lighting, I can finally make out how his eyes are a deep, dark blue. The color of the night sky right before dawn.

“I was running, too,” he confesses.

I give him a small smile, something secret and shared. “Looks like we’re just two runaways looking for somewhere to go.”

“For somewhere to belong.”

My breath hitches, watching as he steps closer, towering over me.

“Come with me.”

My heart beats rapidly in my throat at his boldness. “What?”

Bob hesitates, breathing in. “I mean, you don’t have to, it’s entirely your choice, after all. I just thought since I feel like I know you and we both went through the same thing with O.X.E., maybe it’s a sign we should stick together? I don’t know. It’s okay if you don’t want to, I get it. Completely. I just—“

“Bob,” I laugh, raising my hand to his mouth, stopping him.

No one has ever been so flustered with kindness towards me. It’s both refreshing and daunting. I feel as though I don’t deserve it.

Maybe you do.

The thought fills me with liquid sunshine.

I let my small smile grow, giving him some reassurance. “If we survive this and we’re somehow able to walk free,” I shrug. “Maybe I will come with you. It’s not like I have anywhere else to go.”

I feel him smile beneath my fingertips and only then do I realize how close we’re standing. How his skin pleasantly burns my own at the contact.

“Earth to the love-birds!” John shouts, clapping his hands together. It startles us badly enough that we jump apart. “Jesus Christ. Any second longer and you’ll be making-out when we’re trying to get the fuck out of here.”

Heat creeps up my chest and neck, filling my cheeks as I look down at my feet. I see Bob’s hands clench tightly at his sides as he stares at Walker.

“We were just talking—“

“Looked like way more than talking,” John scoffs.

Yelena steps forward. “Let’s focus on the task at hand, okay? If we want this to work, we have to do it together.”

Ava suddenly phases out, startling everyone as she disappears from view.

Yelena curses. “We can only hope she’ll grab a car for us to get out of here.”

Walker shakes his head. “That’s a lot to hope for.”

Yelena glares at him before turning to both Bob and I. “Now, let’s get to work.”

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Gunfire echoes down the dark halls as we run. Yelena put Walker in charge of keeping the guards occupied and taking them out while she turned off the lights. Needless to say, the plan went to shit.

She had both Bob and I trailing after her earlier into the breaker room when we heard the first round of gunfire. She swore colorfully as she tried and failed to turn out the lights. Once she did, it was too late.

Now, we’re running towards the fight.

“Stay here,” she calls behind to us. “You’ll be safe.”

Bob shakes his head. “I can help you.”

She stops, turning to him. “You want to help? Fine, help me by watching over her.”

She nods to me and I startle. “What?”

“Watch over each other while I scout ahead. I don’t need you both getting shot while I’m trying to deal with these men and get us out of here. Alive.”

“But I don’t need—“ Yelena disappears around the corner towards the gunfire before I can finish.

Bob rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, shifting his weight. “Well, guess we just… wait here.”

I sigh, leaning against the wall. “Guess so.”

Silence fills the space between us. Bob begins to pace the longer Yelena is gone. More shouts and gunfire echo down the hall. I flinch at the sound, pressing against the wall and breathing deep. Something stirs under my skin as fear beats like a constant drum in my chest.

Bob must see or sense my distress since he drifts closer, concern etching his features. “W-what’s your favorite color?”

I pause, meeting his gaze. A short laugh escapes me at the randomness of his question. “My favorite color?”

He nods encouragingly.

“I don’t know,” I shake my head. “I’ve never really thought about it.”

Bob’s eyes widen. “You don’t know your favorite color?”

I shrug, thinking. “I mean, I probably don’t have just one favorite. Like I love the way this one tree looked outside my house when I was a kid and how it was always this golden orange. I also love how the sky looks just before the sun rises, a mix of light purples and blues.”

Bob still looks like he’s in shock, but he seems more placated now. “Wow, that’s… Those are some really good ones. I was just going to say blue.”

I laugh hard enough that it echoes off the walls. Bob smiles openly now.

“Favorite movie?” I ask.

“That’s a hard one.”

“I told you it’s hard to pick just one!”

He holds out his hands, as if in surrender. “Okay, yes, you’re right. But if I had to pick one, I’d probably say The Princess Bride.”

I raise my brows. “Really?”

“Hey, it’s a good movie. It’s got action, adventure, comedy, romance,” he counts each one off his fingers to emphasize his point. “It has everything. I’m also just a sucker for a damsel in distress and a happy ending.”

Smiling this much hurts my cheeks as I tilt my head. “I wouldn’t have pegged you for the happily ever after type.”

“Well,” His gaze lowers to the floor. “When you live in a nightmare, you just hope everything will turn out in the end. That all that suffering was worth it.”

His smile has faded, eyes dark and lost.

I pause, studying him. From what I’ve come to know in the last few hours, Bob is sweet, kind, and selfless. Something broken and soft. Something complex from a past of deep hurt.

A part of me sings to that melancholic tune, wanting to step forward and hold him. I hold back, remembering how he stepped out of my touch earlier.

I say softly, “I think it’s a wonderful thing to believe in happy endings. When we get out of here, I hope you find yours.”

Bob meets my eyes and there’s something shared there. It’s familiar and warm.

But then more gunfire sounds down the labyrinthine halls, disturbing the peace of our corner of the world. It sounds closer now.

“What made you choose O.X.E.?” He asks, his voice no longer burdened by the past.

A glimpse at his innocent big eyes and small, curious, trusting smile has me letting down my guard a little more. Allowing for him to continue distracting me.

“It didn’t really feel like a choice. It was more that I was desperate and had no other options.” I shrug. “I’ve been on the run for a long time. I eventually got tired of running.”

Something hollow and desperate claws its way up my throat as memories threaten to overwhelm me, but I try to hold it back. Shoving it down, down, down, far from the surface. There’s a burning in my eyes, but I blink it away.

Bob is suddenly closer and his concern is heavy on my skin as he boldly takes my hand in his. “We’re both just two runaways, yeah?”

I smile sadly at the reminder of my words from earlier. “Two runaways who woke up barefoot in an incinerator with trained killers.”

Bob laughs.

The thing in my chest stirs, warming at the sound of his laughter. It simmers in my veins. When he jostles our clasped hands, I feel a pull in my ribs. Something that tugs and brightens when he smiles down at me. If I squint, I can almost see it, like a shining, silver tether. It glows, flowing from my chest to—

I swiftly close my eyes, breathing deep. I’m just imagining things.

“There’s two down this way!” A shout rings out down the hall, making us both jump.

We turn to find three people in tactical gear heading our way, guns trained on us.

Bob immediately shoves me behind him, hand still tightly gripping mine.

“Don’t move.” A command under his breath. The tone of his voice reminds me eerily of the one from my dream.

“Surrender or we will use force!” The group is closer now and their weapons haven’t lowered.

“H-hey!” Bob calls out. “Uh, we were totally on our way to do just that—“

“Step away from each other and show us your hands, now!”

Bob tenses under my touch. “Sure, if you just lower your guns, that would be great.”

“I said STEP AWAY!”

Their shout makes me flinch. Bob must’ve felt it cause he stops, standing straighter.

“And I said lower your guns.” His voice is low and harsh, again. Cruel and dangerous.

The group move closer and the one shouting orders points their gun right towards Bob’s head.

Mine! That thing inside of me, inside my head, growls.

My hands shake, veins bulging as they start to shift darker and darker. I stare in wide-eyed horror.

No, no, no, no—

I immediately let go of Bob, but he holds my hand captive in his. “Bob,” I whisper, hoping I don’t sound as panicked as I feel. “I need you to let go—“

“STEP AWAY! HANDS UP!”

Bob is trembling under my hand, but he stands tall, unflinching as he stares down the armed men. I would admire his bravery if I weren’t so terrified of hurting him on accident with whatever is stirring beneath my skin.

Yanking my hand forcefully out of Bob’s, I step to the side, in sight of the armed men, hoping the heated situation will cool down now.

It doesn’t.

“GET YOUR HANDS UP!”

“STOP POINTING THAT AT HER!” Bob shouts, startling me bad enough that I look at him instead of the guns aimed at me.

That’s when I see it. The reflective gold lining his dark blue irises, shining brighter with each second.

Mine.

I flinch at the animalistic claiming in my head.

“Whatever happens, don’t move.” Bob’s voice is commanding and dark in my head. All too familiar.

Bob steps forward and all three guns are trained on him. He takes another step.

“STOP OR WE WILL USE FORCE!”

Whatever sleeps under my skin, watching with lazy attention, now is fully awake and gnawing at my bones. My heart beats rapidly against my ribs like a panicked bird in a cage. With each beat, two words pulse through my blood.

Free me. Free me. Free me!

Bob takes another step and the men click the safety off their guns. The sound echoes in my head like an omen and it sparks something inside of me that causes true fear and anger to rise to the surface.

That sound is all I need to hear. The imminent danger hanging in the air like a tight thread about to snap. And something happens.

Within the span of a breath, a heartbeat, I’m changed. Something else takes over. Something primal and hungry. Something cold and deadly. Like a wave washing over my skin, I drown beneath the surface as my body is no longer mine to control.

It’s hers.

My hand raises, skin slowly blackening at the fingertips as my veins bulge and writhe with black coursing through them, like poison. My eyes have shifted from one blink to the next, now dark and depthless voids. With the change, I see the world differently. The men before us, armed and ready to shoot Bob, the center of their chests begin to glow. A small silver light that steadily beats to the cadence of their hearts.

“What the fuck?!”

“Holy shit!”

“STAND DOWN!”

Their voices of panic and surprise don’t phase me as they turn their attention to me. But it’s too late.

I raise my hand higher, like a conductor of an orchestra. I guide the music no one else can hear.

Their gear hides what’s happening to them, but I can see it all nonetheless. The skin beneath their tactical gear begins to tighten, veins bulging as poisonous black slowly spreads up through their blood. They cough and stagger back, blood leaking from their mouths and eyes as they choke on the toxic air lodged in their lungs.

My name whispered from his lips has me stilling, like an animal caught in headlights. I turn my head to him. He staggers back in shock upon seeing my face. I frown at the action.

When one of the soldiers grips their gun and aims it at us, I cock my head at them. It’s strange to watch the last dredges of humanity and fragile hope fight to live. Especially at the end.

I snap my fingers.

And the lights in their chest, that steady glow… It snuffs out like a candle flame.

Their bodies drop to the floor like marionettes, their strings cut.

More.

It’s voice— her voice, rings through my skull.

We need more.

He steps in front of me, eyes wide. I can smell the terror coursing through his blood, but I would never harm him. Never him. Not when I recognize what lies in waiting beneath his skin. How it reflects my own.

“Hey,” he says, voice shaking, as his hands reach out to me, but not touching me. “Come back to me.”

I furrow my brows. My voice is raspy, deep, and hungry as I say, “More.”

Bob’s eyes widen. I step closer, his scent entirely intoxicating and delicious. I’ve been without him for so long, I can’t bear to part from him. Now that I’ve found him. Now that he has found me.

I raise my palm to his chest. He flinches. I press into him, eyes focused on his. On the gold that reflects back. The power rattling inside of him, begging to be released.

I gesture with my head towards the three bodies. “They threatened what is mine. What belongs to me.”

Bob swallows, eyes scanning my features as if he’s searching for something. “You did that for me?”

I nod.

His body trembles under my touch. “C-can, uh, can you, I mean, can Y/N come back now?” I stare at him and he rushes to continue. “I’m safe now. Thanks to you. You-you took care of them.”

“Safe,” I repeat, hesitant.

He nods. “I’m safe. Thank you.”

When I blink, my eyes are back to normal. The ink-black of my veins and tips of my fingers is gone. I rise to the surface, gasping before my knees give out beneath me.

Bob catches me, hands wrapping tightly around my waist. “Hey, hey,” he cautions, voice reassuring. “You’re okay, you’re alright.”

I blink, slowly and heavily, up at him. “W-what? What happened?” I wince, pain pounding a steady beat in my head. “Why do I feel so…”

Exhaustion grips me, weighing down on my limbs heavily as darkness begins to cloud my vision. I hear Bob calling my name but I fall into that dark, allowing it to cradle me like his arms around my body.

The last thing I see are the bodies, lying limp and stiff on the floor. Their mouths agape, skin hollow, bloody, and cracked.

————

Bob hears someone running around the corner. He can sense it’s Yelena before she bursts into the hall, gasping when she sees the bodies on the floor.

“What the hell happened here?!”

Bob doesn’t turn to her. He’s too focused on the woman cradled in his arms. How her breathing has finally settled and her skin is paler than usual.

She killed them to save me.

The thought should scare him. It doesn’t. Not when what lies beneath his skin hums in approval.

Bob shifts his hold on her, heaving her off the floor as he stands, cradling her body to his chest. He finally looks at Yelena, who watches with raised brows.

“It doesn’t matter,” he says. “Let’s get out of here.”

Yelena pauses, staring at Bob before shifting her eyes to Y/N. “Is she alright?”

Bob nods, feeling her steady pulse against the skin of his arms, the slow breaths on his neck. “She’ll be okay.”

He strides past Yelena, not caring what she does or how she stands frozen, looking over the bodies on the floor. His focus is on Y/N.

She saved me. She saved me. She saved me.

The words echo in his head like a mantra. When he woke earlier that day to find himself confused and cornered by strangers in an incinerator, she was the one thing that made sense. Every part of him, every follicle and atom, knew her. Recognized her.

He didn’t know why or how, but he knew her and trusted her. The second he laid eyes on her, something stirred in him. Something claiming and new. It scared him, at first. But now, seeing what she was capable of, what he was capable of, he knows for certain this is something he can’t lose.

He holds her tighter as he turns down the hall. That thing inside of him, stirring in his chest, purring at her touch- it whispers in his blood.

Mine.

————

Valentina sits in the van outside of the Vault watching the monitors with rapt attention. Her hands grip tightly to the leather of the chair as she hovers inches from the screen. Her eyes glued to the last recordings from the dead soldiers body cams.

“Play it again,” she commands.

The tech rewinds it.

Valentina watches, a slow smile inching its way across her lips.

Mel appears at her side, startling at what she sees on the screen. “What is that?”

A young woman stands with her hand stretched out towards the screen, towards the soldiers. Her skin blackened at the fingertips, veins pulsing dark and menacing. But it’s her eyes that have Mel wide eyed and terrified.

Valentina turns to Mel, a gleam in her eye. “Isn’t she stunning?” She nods to the screen. “She is our solution. Maybe even our salvation.”

Mel purses her lips, staring at the screen with hesitancy. “She doesn’t look like a solution, more like a problem.”

Valentina rolls her eyes. “You don’t see the potential for what she can become.”

“A super villain killing hundreds of thousands of people with just the wave of her hand?”

Valentina laughs, but there’s no humor in it. “No, no, no,” she shakes her head. “You’re being too critical, too cryptic. You don’t see her potential.” She turns back to the screen. “She could be so much more.”

Part Four

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joe goldberg x gender neutral reader [ anatomy specific ]

18+ characters / scenarios - minors dni

> joe goldberg's internal dialogue

tags / warnings ; dead dove do not eat, "canon" joe, stalking, breaking and entering, voureism, somnophilia, noncon themes, masturbation, glove/latex play, reader has vagina, fourth wall breaks/unreality

summary ; hello you. im glad youre reading so much, you always know how to make my head spin.

word count ; 2.1k

a / n ; i absolutely love writing for joe! this was a concept i really wanted to mess around with, id highly suggest minding the tags and also minding the fact i write for joe out of pure morbid fun, not for fanservice! so proceed with caution of nonconsenual themes and general creepy behvior. But hey if you think most fics on here aren't in character, heres my doing my best to change that! mwa

You were right, this is... Different. I knew you liked writing. Maybe, not into literature as much as I am, but despite all my attempts at forcing your nose into a hardcover, it was precious. How cagey you were about your writing. I can see it now, that screen pressed flat to your chest, ashamed. You know I know, you have to. Your eyes are resting on the television in front of you as if you weren't thumbing your keyboard like a rabid animal just a few moments ago. What are you inspired by? Surely not the takeout, long cooled, sitting on the coffee table. But still, I like this game. I know it won't last long, and I know you'll cave into it - Into me.

Digital writing, not as much of a discrepancy to the world as I got to know you, got used to reading novels over your shoulder. I couldn't resist, not while you slept so beautifully, so deep in your dreams you wouldn't notice - No, not my business. I'm a good man, you need a good man; But trust is one thing, you caging your phone from me is another. Why are you protecting it like a live wire? One look then, just one.

Your attempt at a password is precious, did you know that? Biometrics, new school, even for me, but you couldn't part ways with your dearest number code. Clogged, different apps, the colors assaulted my eyes when you insisted on showing me a book you were looking for at Mooney's- You were thrilled when you did. My eyes will adjust. Now what app was it? I could feel the gray in my hair illuminating at the thought, but you refused to let me get too hasty over it when we met; I think you like it. Nothing too far gone in your notes app, aside from the occasional single words with nothing else. Do you ever clean out this garbled junk? Searching, and more and there it is, a little blue square, white T.

Navigating these things is not my expertise. I can feel the crows feet on my face blinking a flashing target on my back; I'm getting too old for this, but moving to your account, searching under 'drafts' pauses the train of thought. My name, pasted between filthy words - Did you write this? Legs, thighs, arousal; My heart is jamming, and I can't deny the sigh of relief breaching my lips. I glance down at you, still sleeping soundly beside me, your breathing even and soft. I'm the nice man at the bookstore, but you're twisting me around in your mind right now, aren't you? Are you dreaming of me? I glue my eyes back to the screen, resisting the physical urge to put a hand onto your warm body. You know I'm here, don't you? Stories, after stories - My hand on your throat, you crave this? The feeling of my heartbeat against your back, while I ravage you, fingers tangled in your hair, breathless. I can imagine it, just how you write it; It's not your fault you can't write me perfectly, but just seeing my name repeated, over and over, folded into your fantasies? You know me well enough to know I want you, well enough to know you drive me insane - Was this all on purpose? I try to be a decent man, a good man. And you trip into the reopening of Mooney's, small talk; That's all it was, but you knew.

Well. You... are a pervert, and trust me, I've seen everything; Describing my body? My cock, the weight and warmth of me in your mouth - Is it the writing, or the imagination that takes your breath when you touch yourself? The feeling of typing my name, writing it over and over like a mantra. I can picture you reading them, phone flush to your body, breathing wavering as you read over the words you wrote. You deny the real feeling, the feelings between us, but you can feel it. The pulse rushing from the words on your phone screen straight to your thighs; Fuck, why are you making me do this? Did you want to get me hard? This wasn't a part of the plan, and surely you know that. We've hardly even met, exchanged pleasantries. But I know you, now. The real you, I can see it now. Right now.

Hello, you. Reading more? I'm glad - I mean it, really, you know the nagging of the man at the bookstore is one thing, but you'll get used to the classics once you're mine. Really mine. Once I can wrap my arms around you while you sleep, once these aren't just fantasies; Some of these things are extreme, even for me, but you want someone who will do anything for you. A man who can thrust a blade to your throat, make you gasp for air, but also protect you from this evil world. It was irresponsible, but I'll remind you when you're mine to lock the windows before you sleep. For now, I've never been more thankful you're so forgetful - It's sweet. Your room is comfortable, breathable, and sharing your air is intoxicating. Can't you hear me breathing? Hovering beside you, watching over your most vulnerable and beautiful state? You're lucky to have me. Could you imagine if some random man broke into your bedroom at night? I'm here to protect you, protect our fantasy, you have no idea we share. I can't wait to come through the front door to see you after work, no more hiding under your bed, I promise. Unless you ask for it, of course. I'd do anything for you.

Joe's hand falls down over his body, the rustle wrenching a wince from his throat. Quiet, he reminds himself. His gloved hand white knuckled your phone as he palmed his cock. Sweat beads down the side of his jaw, the description of your perversions riding on the line of obscene - And he loved every moment of it. His breath shuddered, eyes dancing between the words on your screen and your sleeping frame. The thought of pulling back the covers, exposing your warmth to the sting of cold, his latex-gloved hands rolling over the soft of your stomach. Joe's shaking hand fumbled with his belt, the metallic click sending a shudder through your unconscious body. You shuffled slightly, kicking away the sheets; It was hot, the little knowledge of another occupant in your bed not reaching your subconscious. He broke the seam of his underwear, sweat sticking his pants to the apex of his thighs, pulling down just enough to free his throbbing cock. He hissed, the feeling of the latex glove on his shaft a sick reminder of this encounter; Unaware, but knowing more than you ever could. Choking back a grunt, he swallowed hard, squeezing at the tip of his cock. A bead of precum pearled at the slit, and Joe's heart staggered in his chest, thumb scrolling over your phone. He had been drooling, allowing the pool to spill into his glove before reaching down once again - He felt like an insatiable high schooler, dark eyes lulling half lidded between you and your fantasies on full display. Joe began slowly, imaging the vivid sight of splitting your cunt; You described it already, he didn't need to worry about supplementing his desires, or risk his saftey with tugging your at sheets and sleepshirt. Surely you know I'm here. Fuck, you feel amazing.

Joe hitched his hips upwards; He wanted to pound you into your squeaky mattress, crawl through the spaces of your room he so neatly memorized - All this for you, all of him for you. His chest tightened with a moan, head falling back ever so slightly, cock pulsing as his spiral fell deeper, darker. Joe shut his eyes, your phone falling onto his lap as he planted a hand over his mouth.

God dammit, you're tight. He could practically hear the swell of your moan, pitching to a whine as he reached the hilt. Relishing in the purely euphoric feeling of your cunt around him - He craved it, like an animal he trained to stay quiet, subservient. He groaned into his palm, panting softly as he stroked himself, wanting nothing more than the hot feeling of your cunt around him. Please, I've been good. I've played nice. Even while you read this now, you know how much I've resisted these things about myself - But you take pleasure in them. It horrifies me in every way imaginable, makes my stomach turn; I should be disgusted by the things you want from me. And here I am at the mercy of your body, your power over me palpable in your bedroom. The smell of you is surrounding me, suffocating me.

Joe stifles another moan, less hidden than he'd like. The veins of his cock surge, his chest swelling with the smell and taste of the air only you breathe. He wants to taste all of you, your hips grinding your cunt down onto his greedy tounge, your blood from a nick in the kitchen. Everything you could create, he wanted, needed. He sighed through gritted teeth into his gloved palm, teeth now clenching at the black latex. Why do you have to make this all so fucking difficult? I want to be what you need, not just a fantasy; We're more than a fantasy, you wouldn't come looking for me like this if it wasn't true - Does that scare you? That I can see you, all of you, the parts you obscure from your peers and family, and still love you the same? Fuck, you're going to ruin me, just the sound of your breathing gets me off.

Joe arched his back into his fist, chest quivering with a threat to let his voice spill. Clamping tight over his mouth, his eyes parted open to find your sleeping body; You rolled onto your back a few moments ago, arms tucked close to your chest. You were peaceful, unaware of the violation happening just inches away, in your own bed. The sight of it was obscene in Joe's mind, teeth breaking the thin barrier of latex as he clenched his jaw, feverishly stroking his cock. His sweat dripped from his jaw and chin, lips pursed as he focused on the rise and fall of your chest. Your lips, soft and parted, glossy with a smear of drool. I could do anything to you right now. And the idea of that makes your heart thrum - Is that not real? Real, true, romantic and fucked up love? I want to drown in you, taste every inch of your body and bare my soul to you. Joe tilts his head back, eyes glued to your face, his pace unwavering as the hot binding of his senses came to a rushing pulse. He bucked his hips, shuddering and making your bed squeak, spilling his cum into his hand and thighs. He couldn't tear his eyes from you, stroking himself more, somehow pushing past the peak. He frantically, sloppily used his cum as more lubricant, knawing into the latex of his glove. You would be so proud of my restraint - I want to follow every line of this, twist your fantasies into your reality until you can't tell why you crave me the way you do. I want to be in your dreams, to take up every one of your senses until I can call you mine; You already did these all for me, infected my dreams and urged my heart to keep you safe. Joe let a whimper pry from his throat as he came a second time, eyes rolling back at the image of you pleading on your knees for him. This time the rattle of your bed stirred your peace, Joe's shaking body just inches away. He just couldn't stop, the thrill sending a shockwave racketeering through his veins as your expression changed. Just a soft furrow of your brow, a soft hum passing your lips as you sighed, shuffling your legs. But it was enough to keep Joe on the edge, eyes pinning you to the spot as he slowed his strokes. The sloppy mess dripped over the knuckles of his gloved hand, staining the black fabric of his pants. His hips continued to tense at a steady pace, tongue clamped between his top and bottom set of teeth. Just one more, I deserve it, and you're loving this. Joe rubbed the tip of his thumb over his sensitive tip, lips parting with a painfully pleasured expression; He had to stay silent, he kept reminding himself. Though the obscene wet sound of his fist slick against his cock, in your bedroom, was more than he needed to finish a third time. His mind was numb, the smell of your sweat, the taste of the air you breathe - So much of you, all at once. The air was thick with Joe's heavy breathing, unsteady as he stood up from your bed, body still quaking with the ghost of pleasure. He pried alcohol wipes from his duffel bag, still catching his breath as he leaned down, beginning to wipe away any cum left on his pants. He can leave a thing out of place, underwear can go missing, but he refused to leave evidence of nights like these.

A weak moment, he told himself as he set your phone back down onto your bedside, resting every urge in his body to lean down and kiss your forehead. He let his eyes linger on you as he slowly zipped his small duffel bag, new items to keep nestled deep within the pockets. You wouldn't notice they were missing. Joe smiled softly at the thought, shaking his head as he moved back to his feet.

One day, I'll leave you something to find. You'd love that, and knowing that for a fact is something that will just make our love stronger. I'll be back tomorrow night, we have a date, now that you've given me so many new ideas.

[legendary-lunatic]

PSA: Do y’all remember when we created the DCDP tags so you could stop overwhelming the Danny Phantom feed? If not, here’s a passive aggressive reminder to STOP TAGGING DANNY PHANTOM IN YOUR POSTS!!!!!! It’s a fandom tag, not a character tag- people coming to the DANNY PHANTOM TAG want to see DANNY PHANTOM content, NOT DC CONTENT!!!

This is not a ‘wHy nOt jUsT bLocK iT?’ Moment. I promise you, I have. But DCDP is big enough that it is its own fandom, and Danny Phantom fans cannot go seven posts without having your stuff shoved down their throats or getting filtered banners popping up in their face, and it’s annoying.

DCDP is irrelevant to Danny Phantom 98% of the time. By which I mean you’re basically using another fandom’s concepts as your OCs for the DC universe- and it’s not allowing a fandom to enjoy their own series and characters in their actual context, and it’s RUDE.

I will be the bad guy and step up and say that it’s rude. I am not one who likes to make posts that make me an asshole, but if the idea of people blocking me for my opinions is exciting then you know there’s a problem, because at least then my dashboard will be clear.

And YOU KNOW ITS RUDE and don’t care, which makes Danny Phantom fans way more likely to want to block your content anyways so why?! And I don’t mean filter, I mean I and several others are literally a millisecond away from blocking every user who Posts DCDP stuff because it’s so en masse and irrelevant. - And that sucks, because I am a comic enthusiast who loves DC, and I love Danny Phantom, but they are two different series and their fandoms should be allowed to have their own spaces where they can enjoy head canons and canon content in their own established worlds with their own side characters.

I don’t hate crossovers, but this is not cute in this capacity and you know it because the sheer quantity is its own separate entity at this point. I would be hardcore willing to bet that many people don’t even have a first experience with the series on its own without this crossover on the brain because we are choking on it. I’m not even someone who worships canon, but come on, let us BREATHE.

You are suffocating and massacring a small fandom for a cancelled series that has been hanging on by its bloody fingernails and nostalgia for 20 years, and it’s fucking obnoxious. I can’t even favorite the main tag for one of my favorite series because I will get the wrong content and it SUCKS. Genuinely.

(Side note, have you seen AO3 lately? Where the hell are the Danny Phantom Fics? It’s insane. This is like invasion of the body snatchers but instead DP content is being slowly wiped from existence by DC under its own fandom tag. It’s almost demoralizing but at least we can actually filter there.)

No ifs, ands or buts. No ‘oh this is DP adjacent so I should tag it.’ No ‘This has this character so I should tag it.’ NO. This is not a cute crossover moment. STOP. FOR. THE. LOVE. OF. GOD. USING DANNY PHANTOM TAGS. USE THE DPXDC TAGS!!!

I don’t want to go in a pizza shop, ask for a slice of pizza, and get handed a hamburger. I am being so for real right now, I am begging on my hands and knees, holy shit.

[soundwavesconjunx]

🎭 His Dear Witch ~ 🎭

It's unknown why do you even exist. The SCP Foundation doesn't know what to do with you. You're a confusing paradox that they do not understand and most frustratingly—uncontainable in a conventional sense.

#TAGS: Nothing Time Twins related, SCP Fandom is slowly drawing me back, It includes SCP! Reader, The Herta! Reader, Honkai Star Rail x SCP Crossover, Potentially OOC, Reader x Canon, Witch Reader, Short Writing, The Herta! Reader x SCP Character, More stuff like this would be included if interested, SCP FANS ARISE. 🔥🔥🔥

— TW?: Possesive Themes, Be Warned, 035 Being 035 As Usual, Potential Yandere Themes, He Calls You His 'Wife'.

A/N: After hitting maxed pity on Herta's banner along with her LC, I decided to make an interesting crossover because I thought it would be interesting to see how this goes for The Herta! Reader Insert. (Huge bonus that I'm blessed with good stats while I'm building her. 🙏)

You’re the definition of an enigma. A literal spacefaring, unknown anomaly wrapped up in an elegantly appearance, self-aware, and untouchable persona. The Foundation doesn’t know what to do with you, and SCP-035? He’s utterly entranced.

And Who Exactly Are You in the SCP Foundation?

You are Anomaly [REDACTED], a Level 6: CTS entity classified under Euclid. They don’t fully understand what you are—just that you exist, that you have an unsettling level of influence, and that you are playing the longest of long games.

You don’t act out. You don’t cause destruction. You don’t try to escape. Instead, you watch. You let them wonder why you haven’t done anything drastic, knowing full well that the moment you choose to tip the scales, everything changes.

They don’t imprison you because they can’t. They simply keep you in containment because you allow them to.

And then there’s SCP-035.

SCP-035 has never met someone like you before.

He’s charming, cunning, and manipulative—but none of it works on you. Not because you’re immune to him, but because you let him think he’s in control before flipping the script entirely.

You’re his perfect counterpart. The ultimate tease, the unattainable yet tangible anomaly that keeps him guessing.

At first, he tries to toy with you, flirt with you, unnerve you. And then, he realizes.

Oh.

You’re not like the others.

You understand him. You see through every little act, every trick, every calculated play. But instead of rejecting him or trying to outmaneuver him, you do something infinitely worse.

You indulge him.

You let him speak his flowery words, you humor his charm—but it’s clear who the real player is in this game. He’s used to being in control, but you? You make it so easy for him to fall under your spell instead.

And it drives him insane.

The Foundation is uneasy. Not because you’re violent, but because they cannot predict what you’re doing.

Why do you allow SCP-035 to get so close?

Why does SCP-035, a master manipulator, seem to worship you?

What is your endgame?

They want to separate you two, but the problem? 035 actually behaves when you’re around.

If anything, he’s less volatile, less inclined to escape, more… cooperative. But only because he knows that if he behaves, he gets you.

035: (mocking, but with an underlying threat) “Oh? You want to take my darling away? My wife?” (chuckles darkly) “Now, now, let’s not be hasty. You wouldn’t want to see me upset, would you?”

The researchers watching? Having war flashbacks.

The Real Question is...Why You Haven’t Given Him a Permanent Host (Yet)?

Because you’re playing the long game.

You could give him a permanent body. A perfect, indestructible vessel crafted specifically for him. A host that would never rot, never decay, never fail him.

And he knows you can.

That’s why he adores you. That’s why he’s obsessed.

But you? You wait.

You let him yearn. Let him crave it. Let him wonder if today is the day you’ll finally grant him that final gift.

035: (grinning, tilting his host’s head at you) “Tell me, dearest… when will you finally stop teasing me?”

You: (smirking, brushing a hand over his mask, whispering) “Would you love me the same if I gave you everything at once?”

035: … (soft chuckle) “Ah. I see. You do know me too well, don’t you?”

And the Foundation? Losing their minds. Because whatever the hell this is? It’s not normal.

They don’t know if it’s love, obsession, or something far worse.

But they do know one thing:

SCP-035 is yours.

[muqingslover]

[ Caleb canonically doing MC's laundry has set something off in my brain so here I am. Also, happy Valentine's day ! here's a longer one as a treat from me ;) I've been posting kinda of non-stop haha ] if you saw me post this before no you didn't

This has happened before. In fact, it had happened a few too many times for his sanity's sake. Whenever Caleb offered to do your laundry to be helpful he always had to deal with the strain in his pants that he pretended wasn't there by covering his lap with a magazine and thinking about literally anything else besides that tantalizing piece of fabric. He's been a good man, or at least he's always tried to be one for you. But was it really his fault if the situation was presented to him with a quite literally adorable little red bow?

Still, he has an admiring amount of self-restraint and for days he told himself he should give them back to you. Every time you two met he kept waiting for the moment to return it, clutching the fabric in his pocket, but all he received were reasons not to. Or perhaps, he just saw what he wanted to see. That's how a week turned into months and then the tortuous years without contact that drove him to the brink of insanity. Fighting back the urge to find you again and do everything his mind has fantasized about countless times was one of the hardest battles he ever faced, and that was saying something.

"Fuck..." He exhaled shakily. His head hit the wall behind him and he spread his legs further on the chair of his private quarters, keeping a firm hand wrapped around the base of his cock. It started after he found the old pair of panties that he had so carefully stored away and now all his mind had to offer were twisted fantasies. Caleb was in biiig trouble— He had to leave in less than fifteen minutes for a meeting and there were security officers constantly passing by his door, but he was past the stage that a simple cold shower and mental math equations would make the issue go away. The images of how the fabric would've adorned your curves in all the right places were soon followed by the memories of how sometimes he'd get a sneak peek when you bent over in front of him and gods that was the sexiest thing he's ever seen.

His metallic hand clutched the delicate fabric tighter as he trapped the lace between his teeth to force down another low groan when his palm began moving up and down again and the faint smell of your soap made his mind feel fuzzy. He was so sensitive that it ached to be touched— He was sure if this was your hand he'd have come on the spot the second your fingers brushed against him. Hell, if you breathed a bit too closely to his cock he'd fall apart like the pathetic man he is and he can only picture how your beautiful face would look covered with his cum. Can you blame him though? He's never even considered doing this with anyone else, nor will he ever do that, and his busy military life didn't leave much space for his own...moments.

He released the lace from his teeth and pressed the red fabric against his swollen tip, accidentally letting out a strained moan that was a bit too loud as his eyes rolled back into his head. He decided to quickly shut himself up by pushing his dog tag into his mouth to bite down on the metal, otherwise everyone outside his room would know just what the colonel was doing. Caleb imagined that the wet line his precum had made was because of your arousal for him instead. The way it would seep through the thin fabric and mark your pussy for him in such a filthy way. The way he'd lick along the damp spot and enjoy each and every sound that he'd surely drag out of your throat while he had your thighs around his head.

His hips jerked as he thrusted himself into his hand, into your panties, into you. The room filled with his barely contained ragged breathing as he hoped your pussy would be as much of a slippery mess as his cock was right now when he pushed past your slit, stretching you open so good yet so agonizingly slow. His grasp around his length was tight when the friction of the thin fabric against his dripping cock sent him over the edge and he came so hard his body twitched non-stop. His dog tag slipped from his lips, dangling around his neck again as he slumped back against the chair after his strength left his body momentarily.

His eyes landed on the red panties that were now coated in his thick, white cum and Caleb raised his hand to bring the messy cloth to his lips. He pushed his tongue out and licked along right at the middle where your soaked cunt would be, tasting his own release and wishing it was yours. It was a shame he had gotten such a pretty and precious thing dirty but, not to worry, he's always been good at cleaning up.

[jovialoddity]

A BIREF GUIDE & EXPLANATION ON MY MR. PUZZLES AUs!

I currently have three AUs for SMG4 (but predominantly Mr. Puzzles) that I post about on this blog. So here’s the rundown on them!

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🧩 PROFESSOR PUZZLES 🧩

This is a non-villain Mr. Puzzles AU where he works at a university as a film professor! None of the canon events happened in this AU: it’s just a goofy little college storyline that involves the SMG4 characters all going to the same university and taking Professor Puzzles’ class. He’s notoriously hated by the students, not because he’s a terrible person, but just because he’s insanely annoying.

All posts I make about Professor Puzzles are underneath #Professor Puzzles AU

+ link to his original post/reference sheet

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🧩 HUMAN MR. PUZZLES 🧩

This is exactly what it says on the tin: a universe where Mr. Puzzles never cut his head off! He’s still his same evil self, and most of the canon events still happened. The only difference is that he’s fully human instead of a TV-headed cyborg. This AU predominantly follows my own personal headcannons on Mr. Puzzles and his backstory, family life, ETC, and every headcanon I have for human Puzzles applies to canon Puzzles.

All posts I make about Human Puzzles are underneath #Jovi’s human Mr. Puzzles

+ link to his original post and his updated reference sheet

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🧩 “SMILE FOR THE CAMERA” (SLASHER PUZZLES/MISTER PUZZLES)🧩

This is a slasher film-inspired AU, where Mister Puzzles is an ordinary man who’s been planning a slasher film of his own… starring his least favorite TV stars, the SMG4 crew. He’s stalking them during their remote camping trip with an axe and a video camera, slaughtering them and filming them one-by-one.

This AU has its own blog, @smile-for-the-camera-smg4 where I post all of my art and writing related to this AU. If you have any questions about it, please direct it over to that blog!

All posts I make or reblog about this AU are underneath #smile for the camera SMG4 and #SMG4 slasher AU

+ link to the original info post and Mister Puzzles’ reference sheet

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MORE BOUNDARIES AND INFO UNDER THE CUT

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I have had some people ask, so I will say right now: You are ABSOLUTELY allowed to draw fanart of these AUs!! If you do, PLEASE TAG ME IN IT! I wanna reblog your post and go crazy in the tags!

I have some things I am and am not okay with regarding my AUs, but it varies for each one. Those are listed below:

✅ GO FOR IT:

Writing/drawing your OCs into either AUs, or writing/drawing your OCs interacting with my AU Puzzles’!! (IMPORTANT NOTE: in the Professor Puzzles AU, OCs will be considered SEMI-CANON, but in the Slasher AU OCs will be considered NON-CANON)

Selfshipping / OC x Canon with either version of Mr. Puzzles

Drawing your AU versions of Mr. Puzzles interacting with mine

Sending asks about the AUs!

❌ PLEASE DON’T:

Write or draw anything that has to do with incest, pedophilia, or rape into my AUs. If anybody does this, you will be blocked immediately.

Write or draw bigoted content of any description into my AUs

Write or draw teacher x student relationships into the Professor Puzzles AU (those dynamics make me extremely uncomfortable and I’d appreciate if they’re kept away from my AU. Student OCs having a one-sided crush on him is fine, but PLEASE keep it one-sided.)

Send any kind of fetish or explicitly NSFW asks about the AUs. Whatever floats your boat, but I really don’t want that kind of thing being said about my AUs. (Looking at you, Mr Puzzles diaper guy)

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That’s really all I can think of now. If you have any questions don’t be afraid to reach out! I don’t bite :)

Thank you for reading all of these and (hopefully) respecting my boundaries. Have a good rest of your day/night/whatever!