#Flat Databases

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I highkey love jjk being distinctly set when it is, with the flashback in the 2000s and present day being 2018. It really bundles together this clusterfuck of nostalgia for me. I'd be pretty close to the kids' ages at the time of the story (never recovered when I realized this) so we've got THAT vein of nostalgia there. But on top of that my damn parents raised me closer to fucking gojo's past/hidden inventory-premature death arc. Basically, a lot closer to a 90s kid, ESPECIALLY technology wise. So double whammy!! Double whammy.

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CMS senza database. Creare siti e blog senza mysql.

Per capire cos’è un CMS senza database, innanzitutto dobbiamo capire cos’è un CMS. Un CMS (Content Management System) è un software che consente di gestire e organizzare il contenuto di un sito web. È uno strumento molto utile per coloro che desiderano creare e gestire un sito web senza dover scrivere codice da zero. Un CMS ti permette di aggiungere, modificare o eliminare facilmente il contenuto…

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aro & ace books: trans aspecs

trans rights readathon is on now, and I realised it's been a minute since I made a trans aspec books post, so here's some of the latest ones I've read!

previous posts: part 1 / part 2 / nonbinary YA / nonbinary A

Pluralities - contemporary/sci-fi novella - aro-coded transmasc MC

Compound Fracture - YA thriller - arospec trans boy MC

The Sapling Cage - YA fantasy - demisexual trans girl MC (+aroace SC)

The Evolving Truth of Ever-Stronger Will - YA contemporary - demi-aroace nonbinary MC

The Summer Love Strategy - YA contemporary - demi-aroace trans girl LI

Life Underwater - contemporary - grey-aro ace trans man MC

Be The Sea - scifi - nonbinary demisexual MC

Blessed by the Cupid Distribution System - romance novella - demisexual trans girl MC

The Space Ace of Mangleby Flat - contemporary - demisexual trans woman LI (& ace MC)

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info included here is brief! please see my database for full details of the books

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GDA SUPERHERO No More, pt 2

part 1

18 + theres smut in here go away!

Authors note : Hi, so for the ppl who liked the last fic, heeyy besties! I decided to make part two i might do more chapter might not. I've decided to not force myself to write a masterpiece everytime lol as always I read every repost n comment!

If you like father figure cecil and donald youll love this.

Warning : Angsty!! All the angsty : not directed at mark though, more about readers past. flashback! So many flash backs! Reader is a damn mess! Can you blame them?

Reader is AFAB, if i missed anything let me know! I try to be incluvise as I can!

also no beta reader sooo sorry for typos or runons lol!

SUMMARY :

With new found freedom, mark elects to show you around, but everything just reminds you of the GDA.

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1 Smut scene : blowjob, sub! mark x dom! reader

Is this what a loving home felt like? Your gaze lingers on the photo of young Mark and Debbie on the flat sun-warmed tile, of the well-loved shoes, near the door, the framed flowers lined the walls. 

Your eyes trace the wall, the frames had been moved, plaster poorly concealed scratches, but the wall still bore scars.    It was crystal to you, they use to hold different moments, tender moments. Maybe her and Omni-Man, her son and Omni-Man, maybe? 

All three of them, in all likelihood.

You wanted that.

“Sooo.. What brings you to our humble abode ?” Debbie shatters the silence first. 

“I- uhm. Well, I was hurt. I remember what your house looked like from the GDA’s database.” You gnaw your lip as you watch Debbie’s face plunge into a frown before perking up, a sunken burn bubbles up in your body, you shouldn’t have mentioned it, GDA. 

“I- haven-haven’t been to your house before, Ms.g-Miss Debbie. It’s very nice, very homie. I wi…wish I could have grown up here.” You try to flash a joyful smile, but it falls stiff, an anxiety-induced squeak follows it. 

Mark's palms soothe your scorching skin as they brush against your skin under the table. 

“They uh- recently left the GDA, for me actually.” Mark's eyes shift you, throwing you a quick smile and a squeeze.

Normally, you lob a razor remark, but under the soft but stout perception of his mother, your lips confine your sounds.

Debbie endured so much from what Cecil told you. How could she stand before you? Welcome you with a soothing smile. How could she be like spun sugar, so sweet? 

Your empty plate seems very interesting to you right now.

“I don’t know how you do it, you’re so strong. Miss Debbie.” Your eyelashes shoot up as you realize a sentence slipped from your mouth, “I- I’m so sorry I didn’-“

“No no it’s fine, I- thank you. It makes me feel… Better-“

Your neck cranes up to watch her speak, though you’ve stopped taking in the words falling from her mouth.

You rake over her features, her button nose like Mark's, her dark circles, her laugh lines. 

The look of a mother, a true parent. You catch part of her rambling as she mutters the word “family,” her head motioning to the photo you scanned before. 

Your gaze snaps back to the photo of them again. 

You had that, Cecil was like a father to you, and Donald, too. You reminisce as you continue to stare. Did he throw away the photo you shared of each other on his desk?

One of you smiling, holding a fish, his mouth uncharacteristically in a slight smile. You had begged him to let you go catfish noodling after you watched YouTube videos on it when you had free time after training. 

He surprised you, after a mission completion, asking Donald to take you, but you insisted that he’d come too, literally dragging him to the car. 

You remember as your tingly skin soothed against the crisp river. Your giggles swell in the air as you look back at them. Donald and Cecil wore matching grins as you ran back to them, fish in hand. Donald swings a camera out from the back of his jacket, a clicks. 

That’s what made it so grueling to leave, made your core heavy.

You should have aired it out, let Cecil- no, your father talk to you. 

But then again, how did that go for Mark, for Debbie?

It hurts, everything hurts. It burns, it aches, burrows deeply into your essence, his words torment you as you Sonic booms out of the room. The last flash of his face was one of chagrin.

Mark was right, was family worth the pain?

“Oh, honey,” Debbie’s voice awakens you again. Mark’s arms wrap around you like a life jacket. Your fingers pat your face, which is wet with tears.

“Oh- I- I’m so sorry I didn’t realiz-, I’m sorry -“ your words spill from your mouth as embarrassment creeps into you. 

Debbie takes your chin gingerly, dabbing your tears away.

“Don’t be.” 

“I totally ruined breakfast, I’m sorry, I’ve never - I’ve never really had a sit-down breakfast before, and then we talking about family, and I-“

Debbie’s hands press into your shoulders, a gentle squeeze.  “I’m just happy to have someone who enjoys my cooking as much as you.” 

She motions to your bone-dry plate, and you flush. 

“Yes- it was very, very good. You should keep that new recipe.” 

—

“What do you want to do today?”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s your first day out. We- should do something? Y’know?” Mark belly flops on his bed, it protests with a groan.

“Mm, no I don’t know.” Your eyebrows heighten. 

“Okay, well most young adults like to go shopping, eating, go see movies, look at nerdy shit?” Mark grins, you tilt your head to the side as your feet swish, oscillating. 

“Nerdy shit..?” 

“Yeah, yeah!“ Mark ripped his body from the bed, hauling your body up to meet your gaze. 

“Like figures?” 

You shake your head. 

“Like- like uh” he snaps his fingers. 

“Like you know! Cartoons?”

Your face moves slide to slide, thinking. “Uh- okay?”

“Comic books?” He stares at you in disbelief. 

“Nope.” 

“Oh my god- movies?” His hands eject in disbelief.

“Oh! Yeah, I like movies, they're nice. Never been to a movie theater though.”

“Oh, we’re fixing this. I have a whole world to show you. Like god, were you kept in a pris-“ Mark seizes mid-breath. “I’m sorry I shouldn-“ 

“Mark, it’s fine. I didn’t grow up in a prison anyway. I just- didn’t think of that stuff much, that’s all.” You exhale, “I don’t think he kept me away from it intentionally. Donald used to bring me unicorn toys, and I did watch YouTube and stuff.” You smile at the memory. 

Donald's meek voice wakes you up from a nap, your name is softly spoken, congratulating you on a job well done. Pulling a plasticy box from his vest, squeaking as he straightened the plastic. 

“It’s a toy,” he tells you, he laughs nervously, “You might be too old for it but-“ you hold your breath as you hesitate before grasping the toy.

“What is it?” You ask, Donald's mouth plays a smile, “a unicorn, mythical creature- at least that’s what we think- but “

You nod along as he speaks, giggling as he moves his hands around. 

“He used to bring me dolls and stuff.” You smile at Mark, “I was a pretty big fan of Mythical Monster World.” 

Mark's eyebrow raised, “Mythical Monster World?” 

Your body spine cracks as you whip around to fully face Mark, “Yes!! Mythical Monster World! They are these girls who are based on mythological creatures who are going to high school. I've always wanted to go there, high school? and - and they’re a lot of funny puns! Like a lot, like they have one on the back of the box, that went like. ‘What’s a dragon’s favorite snack?’” 

You giddily bounce as Mark beams, “Come on, guess! Guess!” Your hands flap at his face, his hand clasps, planting a kiss on the palm of your hand. Before thinking. 

“Uh- I don’t know .. humans?” 

”No! Hot tamales!” Your cheeks hurt from how hard you're cheesing.

“That is hooorrrible!” Mark laughs into your palm, his breath tickles your senses as you watch him writhe and cringe.

“I’d listen to a thousand puns if I get to see you that happy all the time, though.” 

“I-you-“ The room feels hot as you stare up at him. 

“Leaving you speechless is a close second, though.” Mark's lids dipped as he spoke, hands grasping at your waist. 

Your brows pinch together, throwing your hands on top of his. “I- you shut up-“ his lips flushed at yours, a groan slips through your lips, you can’t tell if it’s frustration or arousal.

Your fingers trail down his chest, flush against his shirt, fumbling to find its edge before his hand catches yours.

“Tsk, we’re going slooow, remember?” Mark smirk pissed you off.

“You wanted to go slow, not me. Personally I’d like to fuck the shit out of you. “Your remark, plain and simple, ignites a fire in his pants, sweeping upwards to his face.

“Fuck- “ 

“Yeah, exactly. I wanna fuck.”

“No- god- fuck you so much right now.” His hand swipes at his face before striking his forehead repeatedly as he whispers “no horny thoughts” to himself. 

“I know how to help with that.” 

His head tilts as he looks at you through the slivers of his fingers.

“I-i- fuck!  Nopppe! Nuh-uh! Your bedroom eyes aren’t gonna get me this time.” His neck juts to the side, barring him from your face.  A wicked swell in you, you sink to your knees,  slow, soundless collapse. 

“Mark, please, I’d like to repay you for last night. Please?” 

His breath hitched as his eyes cast down, before shifting away. 

“Oh god, you’ll be the death of me shit.” His breath was barely above a whisper. 

Your thumb grazes the zipper of his pants, slow as a tongue along a seam.

“Come on, Mark. At least you could look at me before I suck your cock?”

His fingers drag his cool covers, crushing them in his palm, his eyes downcast as his heart fills with your face. “I- fuck, how do you even know how to dirty talk?” 

“Cecil and Donald, despite being literally government officials, were very bad at figuring out parental controls.” 

You kiss his clothed member, your warm tongue mouthing it through his precum-stained underwear. 

“Oh I’m sooo cooked.” 

You watch as he loses his composure, that confident façade falling as he twitches.

“Please, take it out?” Hitched breath followed as your kitten licked the soil fabric.

A vicious grin adorns your features.

“Aw but you said you wanted to take it slow, remember?”

“No-Nono- please, please don’t use my words against me right!” He whines, like actually, through gritted teeth.

You’ve never felt so egged on. 

“Beg.”

“B-be,hh beg?” 

“Yes, Mark. Beg” 

“G-fuck, please! Please-please” your slips through his waistband, he’s thick and so deliciously warm as you let his cock slink out of his boxers.

“Fuck! Thank you thank-“ 

“Don’t stop begging.” 

You don’t look at him, only his leaking tip as it bobs up and down. twitching. 

He felt like ropes were bonding his hands to bed, “please- ba-baby? Please, I’m dying over here- I need your mouth- or or your hand, anything! Just please! Don’t leave me like- like this- ah!” Mark falls rigid as your thumb glides over his slit.

“You’ve never called me baby before.” You drag your hands down, grasping his cock firmly to the base of it before repeating the motion, Mark bucks up, jerking to match your pace, whines falling again and again.

“Pleas- ahn. Faster-? “ 

“Oh? So impatient-“ Your shrill springs a whimper from Mark.

“No-please don-don’t tease me! I can’t fucking hand- god just go faster please!” Your name falls from him in a broken plea. 

Oh, that was it, that was all you needed.

“I’ll do you one better.” 

Your mouth dove to capture his length, you feel the warmth of cock as he twitched in your mouth, fuzzy your head tilts up to watch him writhe. 

“Fuckooohfuck-oh fucking fuck”  He repeats like a mantra, as you descend your throat down his cock.

“Wai- hu-am- no- pull back I c-“ Your tongue flattens, rubbing against the vein that trails down his shaft as you. Mark whimpers and whines, fuel your hunger as you bob up and down.

His palms grip the back of your head, trying to pry you off your hands grip his thigh as you gag, plunging him deeper into your throat. 

“FUCK!” He tugs at your neck as a warning, chanting. “ please- sto- wait-hhgn, I do- fuck I’m ggo-“ 

A warm liquid flows cascades into your mouth, slivers of spit still connect your lips and Mark’s cock as you pull away. 

“Holy- holy shit..” A huff of air explodes through his body as he crashes down onto the bed.  

“How-how’d you- you were so-? Fuck- you swallo-so much?”

You shrug, shoulders raised as you gaze at the floor, swiping your fingers at the puddle of cum.

“I dunno, porn. Wanted to be prepared for an encounter.”

“Prepare for an encounter?” He groans, shifting back up, to question you about your choice of words

“Dude! Gross don’t finger paint with the cum on the floor!” 

—-

“Okay, so shopping first, then eat, then we can maybe look at some nerd shit as previously discussed, which is more shopping because I - like NEED to pick up the new seance dog comic.” Mark hands scratch his chin as he rambles. 

Your eyes light up, a mall. The bright colored playpit, the end rows of stores. The clothes, you can’t decide where to look. You're finally here! not because villains are attacking, or you're saving people from rubble, but because you’re a customer, because you want to be there! It’s all so- so- 

All so- overwhelming. 

You hold tight to his arm as eyes dart to the couple chatting away, their kid running around them in a pattern. 

The teens laugh at their phones as they dance to TikTok. 

One word repeats, Overwhelming.

“I think we should go here first” Your name name doesn’t resonate with you as you keep repeating your eyes darting to the same people. 

Doesn’t make sense, you have fought wars, smashed a head with your bare hands. 

But you're bested by a busy mall. 

Soft hands caress your face, “Hey, you’re okay.”

Your eyes shine in the defused light of the mall’s skylight, you nod.

“Okay.” 

“Okay.” 

“Look I- I’m not the best with clothes, honestly I should’ve asked Eve to come, but I kinda wanted to spend more alone time with you.”

“Selfish.”

“You know it.” 

“Well, will you ask Eve.. to teach me how to do makeup maybe?” Your eyes flicker to his, you chew on your nail as you watch his eyebrows knit together.

“Aw, of course, I’m sure she’d love to- y'know! I bet the other girls on the team would love to style you, too!” He scoffed, upset at his obliviousness. 

 “They’d wayyy be better than me! Stupid-!” 

“Mark- wait..” 

“Hm?” His head lolled toward your face, etched in worry. 

“Mark. I’m essentially homeless. Even if I could buy these clothes, where would I put them? We should just walk around, I would still like to eat at the food court!” A bitter smile played on your lips. 

“Mm, no! We’re shopping, you have a place, it’s called my home.” Mark’s hand snakes over yours, a tight grip as he tugs you towards the store.

“I- what home? Your mom’s home! That’s not your home, you can’t just- like invite me to stay there! It-“

“Ohhh, tsk, but I just did-!” He shakes his phone in front of your face, your hands grasp the slide of the screen, “Oh my god, stop shaking the damn screen! How- when did you text this? I didn’t even see you reach for your phone! Mark, I can’t inconvenience your mom and you like that- I’ve definitely overstayed my welcome.” 

He stops dragging you, his body 180 degrees towards you. You exhaled as you flinched from surprise. 

“Why do you do that?”

“Do what?”

His hands float next to his head in air quotes, “I’m overstaying my welcome, I should leave, I’m a burden.”

You cross your arms, “I-i didn’t say that last one.”

“Oh, but I know you’ve thought in your head.” 

You groan, yup. He got you there.

“I know you like the back of my hand, you can’t hide anyttthing for meeee!” He pokes your noses, you grimace as your hands swipe it away, he’s tugging you away again into the generic clothing brand. 

“New beginnings mean a new you. Where you shouldn’t feel like a burden. People like you! Eve likes you!”

He takes your hands in his arms and pulls you towards the t-shirt rack. He drops it as you immediately relocate your arms, wrapping them around your body. 

“We’ve established that even if you don't have people- who- uh like youu-” He pauses, lips pursed as he thinks, staring at a shirt that adorns a silly phrase. He takes it off a rack.

“Put your arms in a T-pose.” 

“T-..pose?” your eye squint.

“Uhm okay?” Your hands fall from their self-soothing gesture and move up to a lopsided T. 

He holds up the shirt, he hums an approval, throwing it over his shoulder before turning back to the rack. 

“Plus-“

“You can just meet new people! Like best friend William? Dude, he’d love you. Both of you would torment me with stupid puns and snarky jabs. “ he throws an elbow at you which you quickly dodge.

“Maybe.”

“Maybe what?”

“You don’t know for sure he’d like me, but appreciate it.”

Mark sighs as he drags his hands across his face. 

“What happened to that bold snarkiness I love? This mopin’? It isn’t you.” 

“Yeah, that’s what happens when you decide to leave the only ‘family’ you’ve known, Mark. You’re gonna be depressed for a while.” You deadpan.

“I-“ his mouth sags for a moment before pressing into a thin line. “Right- uhm.”

You watch as he gnaws on his bottom lip, rubbing the shirt cloth through his fingers as he thinks. 

“Cecil-“ he sighs, “Cecil and Donald- they’re.. reasonable people. I’m sure they don’t hate you.” Your lids lower, you can hear the clicking of his molars as he mutters, he turns towards you again, pushing another shirt on your body and a matching set of pants. 

It dawns on you again, as you watch Mark’s eyes try not to flash with anger as he tries to soothe your sorrows. 

He did not have the same working relationship. Cecil was afraid of him, he didn't know why Cecil does what he does for the greater good, not like you do. 

To you, Cecil is a parent, to him, he’s an enemy, no- 

He’s a frenemy, they’re no love there to cloud judgment, at least not anymore, not on Mark’s side.

But he still tries to comfort you, both of them do. 

Your lips curl into a tight lip smile as you listen to Mark try to speak ‘compliments’ as his enamel crunches and jaw strains. 

“If you truly wanted to speak to them again, they wouldn’t cast you aside.” 

The memory of Cecil clouds your mind as Mark quiets down, throwing pants over his shoulders, ushering you to the next rack.

“ I feel…bad.” You trace nonexistent lines on the white floor of the GDA. 

“Feel bad about what, kiddo?” he doesn’t glance at you as he taps at the screen,

Your biting your lips, and digging your shoe into the ground.

“You’re going to break the floor again if you keep doing that.”

“Sorry.”

“Why are you upset? Talk to Shrink about it yet?” 

“Nope.” 

“That’s what they’re there for..” he clicks one final time before shifting to you.

“It’s Mark, isn’t it?”

Your head bobs up and down as you frown, an exhale escapes Cecil’s lip, hands sliding into his pockets, leaning against the console.

“Kid, you did what you were told and you did good.” 

“I know but-“

“First time doubting my command?” His head tilts.

You hug yourself, that was it- but the words can’t leave your mouth. 

 “Look, you’re not going to agree with everything I tell you, it’s fine. Honestly- I’m surprised it’s the first time you’ve doubted me. Donald’s been my right-hand man for years, and he doubts me on the daily.” He taps his foot,

“I liked Mark.” 

“You did?” No judgment, just repeating your statement.

“Yeah.. he was nice, funny.” 

Cecil groans, you know he doesn’t expect this from you, you’ve never trickled your heart out like this, emotions aren’t easy for you, especially talking about it. 

“Look- Kid.” His hands grasp your shoulder, soft as you look from the floor, eyes weaken at your misty tears.

He rubs your shoulders, “Hey, Mark and Debby. They’re reasonable people. He- can’t-..he won’t be mad at you forever. He’ll understand you did what you had to do, we did what we had to do.“ He pats your shoulders as he brushes past. 

“Go to your room, Go relax“ he shuffles at the door. 

”You should really talk to the Shrink.” The soft shhh of the door leaves you in your thoughts.

You swallowed harshly, he lied. 

He’s never done that before? Why - why would he do that?

Mark was not easily swayed, Stubborn to a fault.

You know that, he knows that. So why would he say something so wrong like that? 

The idea repeats in your head as you stroll to your room, tinkering in your brain, there is no logical reason. 

Your back shifts on your bed as you lie down. 

That only left emotional reasoning.

He did it to protect your feelings, to make you feel better.

That makes you smile.

A soft mutter of your name plays in your ears. 

“Hey, you okay? You’ve been quiet for a while?”

“I- yes. I was just thinking about how similar you and Cecil are right now.” You grin, leaning against the coat rack of the store, Mark's face twists into a very unpleasant expression.

“Ugh- dude. Gross! Don’t compare me to your pseudo-dad.” 

“Yeah, I know, Sigmund Freud would be so proud right now.”  That earns a gag from Mark as you both rock up to the cashier.

“Wait, Mark, I don-“ 

“I didn’t expect you to pay anyways, dumbass.”

“Dumbass- Dude fu-“

You open your mouth to protest, trying to shove him away as his hands clamp down on your mouth, pulling against his back as he leans forward to the cashier.

 “So sorry about her, my partner just haaatesss when I spend money on them, what can you do, y’know!”

The cashier gives a hearty laugh as he pulls you closer, lips gracing your cheeks.  

Your cheek flushes behind his hand, and with that, he shuts you.

“I think you look fucking adorable.”

Your eyes pan down your body, baggy jeans and a T-shirt with a silly graphic of a kitten that says “hang in there”, stupid beanie crowns your head, and you tired scuffed sneakers.

“I feel like a dork, and I know you're lying!  You’re literally snickering at me!” You thrust a finger at him as you approach the house door. 

“You’re cute when you're angry.” He shrugs, keys jingle as he unlocks the door.

“Won't be so cute when I shove my foot up your as-Hi Miss Debbie!” You grin anxiously as she raises an eyebrow at you both before slipping into her soft embrace again.

She speaks your name as she stirs a pot of food.

“I set you up in the room.”  

“Oh, Miss Debbie, I told Mark not to burden you with that. I-I’ll find-“

She starts stirring the pot, Your hairs stand as you watch her eyes settle on you intensely. “You’re not a burden. Plus, when Mark is gone, you can keep me company, hm?” Smiles adorn her face once more. 

You nod, breathless. “Okay.” 

You see where Mark truly gets his drive from. “And what are you wearing?” She points her spoon, letting it trail down your body, sauce drops slowly from the spoon before she starts stirring again. 

“Uh- Mark took me shopping.” 

“He has terrible taste. “

“ I know right?” 

She rubs her hands together, wiping sauce on the kitchen towel.

“Come upstairs with me I have some old clothes you can pick from in the wardrobe “ Mark gently guides you towards his mother as he kisses your cheek, Debbie’s stretches her hand to you. 

”Don’t worry, I have all sizes since I used to volunteer when I was younger I just hoarded them all, just in case!” She throws a chuckle in the air.

“You used to volunteer?” You blink, taking her hand as she leads you.

“Yeah! It's very lovely, would that.. interest you?” 

You think for a moment, a chance to meet the people you’d been working for in the shadows.

“Yes, I think- I think I would.” You smile lightly, Debbie’s eyes crinkle in delight, “Wonderful.”

“That’s great! I can call Amber. She's great with that stuff- and she always needs help!!” 

Mark‘s sudden yelp spooks you, causing you to grip Debbie’s hand tighter. 

“Mark! Don’t yell in the house!”

“Sorry..” 

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Technical Issues Cw: smut, sex work, OnlyFans, porn, fuck machine, squirting, prostitution handjob, tell me if I missed any.

Part3

It started with a reluctant alliance between SpecGru and KorTac, two powerful PMCs that were tricked by the same employer, played and played again, unable to work alone to take them down. So both heads of the PMCs decided to work together to take down this problematic employer, which meant that they’d have to come and go between bases, sharing the same space and the same area. They were unenthusiastic about it, still holding a grudge against the other.

There was a technical issue in giving access to KoTac members sent over to the British base the right clearances for the compiled data, to-know intel and the statistics. That’s how König found himself in the database, looking up the different clearance codes to give him access to the information he needed before 1900, he only had half an hour to find the code if he didn’t want to miss the event.

Unfortunately, all he stumbled into was a page, a familiar name popping up on this person’s browser history. It was Soap’s. Sergeant John “Soap” MacTavish, the snipe and demolition specialist that König knew from both experience and intel. It was a strange find, Soap had used a public browser to watch his nightly activities and had forgotten to wipe it clean —did he even wipe his history? Something ugly flared in König’s chest, an explosive warmth of possession and envy. How could’ve he not seen him on the chat when König spent so much time on it himself?

With dilated pupils and a one-track mind, he completed his search and rushed to his room, pushing past everyone he met in the hall with his broad shoulders and even bigger ego, nostrils flaring and seeing red. He knew this kind of reaction was nonsensical, near illogical on his par, seeing the type of content he consumed, but he couldn’t help it, he was the second highest payer.

Slamming and locking the door behind him, he ripped his mask off, throwing it haphazardly on the floor and ripped his clothes off, his skin hot to the touch in his cold room. It was 1857 —perfect. Settling himself on his temporary desk in nothing but his briefs, he felt his cock struggle against the fabric, head poking out on the side of his boxers. He was quick to open up the right tab, clicking in the sweet temptation of the profile picture.

A screen popped out, a familiar bed in a familiar setting with familiar objects surrounding the plush sheets, and in the middle, sat the little cherub of his dreams. Seraphim, the little slut that he was happy to spend his legacy on, to watch and indulge in the sinful act jerking off to a woman he might never meet or know outside of this screen. He pushed his waistband down his thighs and his cock swung out, hanging low between his legs, veins pulsing with the rush of blood from his head to his cock and uncut head drooling on his chair.

👑 gifted you 100$

“Hello, sir,” you smiled so sweetly at him, glossy lips pulled into an innocent image, “Thank you for the gift.”

He always gave you a gift at the start of each live he watched to get a greeting from you and would gift you much more with ever minute he spent watching you bend over your bed, ass up and face down, getting fucked by the fuck machine he gifted you. You had two cameras set up, one that let them view your tight cunt stretched around the silicone copy of his cock - thick and veiny - and one giving them a clear view of your tearful eyes and cock drunk expression.

König kept his eyes glued to your cunt, ploughed so roughly bu his girth that slick gushed around it, lips swollen and wet, and the little plug your pushed into your flared rim, the flat handle spreading your ass for them to see. He jerked himself, calloused fingers gripping the head of his cock and spreading pre down his shaft, the foreskin spread around his girth. He shuddered, his cock throbbing in his hand, reacting to the image of your ravaged and gasping figure taking the dildo so well, mewling and wailing like the angelic whore you were.

He wanted you to come, he wanted to see you squirt around the toy, slick rolling down your thighs in waves of pleasure, your voice breaking as you mewl and wail. He moved thoughtlessly, hand moving to type out his command, sending you more money, it was an addiction at this rate, his need to sustain you and your living. If you let him, he’d be your sugar daddy, paying for everything you’d need and you’d have the real deal, his hot and heavy cock rather than a silicone.

“Please let me come, sir!” Your begging had always been delicious and who was he to deny you of your pleasure when you brought him to his ground shaking climax.

He came with a loud groan, a deep rumbling in his chest, still pumping his cock as the head twisted, spraying his opaque cum over the table, white and viscous. His eyes rolled at the back of his mind, lids feeling heavy and body wracked with tremors, legs jerking as his hand slowed down, steadily riding out his mind-numbing release.

“Them too?” Horangi peered at the four Brits, an unamused gleam in his hidden eyes.

König nodded, his hood twisting with every motion, fingers moving gracefully over his rifle, dismantling and cleaning it after their recon mission. A groan caught his attention, his eyes moving from the beauty of his weapon to the cold blues that stared back at him.

“It does not matter,” Nikto’s voice had always been violent, a rough and jagged husk that exhumed power, “We found her first.”

It was a statement to himself, a strong and unyielding one that stemmed from Nikto’s dark and broken person, but they agreed.

Part 5

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[drgnflyteabox]

Simon x gn!reader. Simon gives you a neck massage<3 some body horror imagery (like just description of pain), migraine, shame about chronic pain / having to take a break, soft, abrupt ending (sry)

Your neck pops, shoulders stiffening, little crackles dancing up your spine and to the base of your skull. Straightening doesn't help, no matter how much you try. You roll your shoulders back, lifting them, breathing deeply to try and relieve the pressure.

Nothing.

You stay unbearably stiff, hearing the inner machinations of your overwrought musculature with each breath, feeling it pulling at your scalp.

God, your skin pulls back while your eyes are pulled forward, pulsing, barely hanging on in your head.

You sit up again, eyes blurring, squinting to see the words on your laptop screen. They jumble together, frying your sensitive eyes, taunting you as your neck pops once again.

They should call you rice krispie, or at least make you one of the mascots. You could be snap or pop. That almost makes you laugh, but the heavier breaths send pulses of pain to your head and you stop yourself.

But your writing.

You know there's gonna be a phone call tomorrow at 11, that it's going to expect words on pape, words you just don't have.

You know you could just... send an email and explain. Offer to attach a doctors note, even though they've given you accommodations. You could delay, and probably nobody would say a thing. They haven't yet at least.

Yet you feel that coil of dread in your stomach at the thought. That poisonous little snake sinking it's longfanged teeth in you.

How many times have you had to delay? It feels like too many - too many to be normal, functional, surely.

That venom tells you you'll be fired, ostracized, that a big red stamp will be stuck onto some permanent database and you'll never be hired again.

You don't know how long you sit there, in pain, despairing your job when Simon walks quietly into your home office and lays heavy hands on your shoulders.

"It's late," he murmurs. His thumbs find your traps, digging in, and you moan softly.

"I gotta finish this," you mumble.

"It's late," he says again, "and you're tense. How's your head?"

He can probably feel how rock hard your muscles are, how the long line of your back is as rigid as a board.

"I just need to take another advil," you murmur, rolling your shoulders against his hands.

"You could," he slips on palm to your front, gliding over your collar, then gently holding your neck right below your jaw, "or you could let me give you a rub and go to sleep."

"I really need to finish this," you try, though you know it's weak. That you'll give in. You aren't accepting it- you're resigned to it.

Simon can tell.

"I'm not asking, honey," his hands move again, gliding, slipping under your armpits to nudge you up and out of your chair.

You stand, dizzy for just a moment before you let yourself lean back into him. He's a good sport about it, always is, half-dragging you to the bathroom.

"Brush your teeth," he puts the toothbrush in your hand, already tooth paste-ed, and leaves you in the bathroom for a moment.

He comes back with your pyjama's. The flannel ones you'd gotten last Christmas, worn in now and comforting. Your eyes tear up at his consideration, and you sniffle while he undresses you.

"Thank you," you mumble around the toothbrush, "my head really hurts."

"I know, honey," he says back. His voice is soft, still gravelly, but purposefully soft. That's enough to make you cry, though you can only let tears fall out of your eyes. Anything else would make your head worse.

"Do you need any advil?" he finishes buttoning your pyjama top as you spit your rinse into the sink.

"Yeah, I think so," he gives you four, which you swallow with water, "can you still rub my neck?"

He hums yes, guiding you by the elbow to the bedroom. You lay flat on your back, trying to relax, feeling his weight shift the mattress as he climbs in behind you.

His hands are perfect for this. Strong, thick, turning the muscles of your neck and shoulders into mash potatoes. You groan, grateful tears soaking into the pillow.

His thumbs find the base of your head, pushing, pushing, until the tension wrapping your skull gradually lessens. You begin to sink into the mattress, breathing deeply, hands twitching.

"Thank you," you sniffle.

"I should'a stopped your earlier," he digs into a tense spot, making you gasp for just a moment before you relax again, "know how you are."

"Mm'workaholic," you mumble.

"Ridiculous is what you are," he says. It's gruff, but it's fond. If you hadn't known him so long you'd have maybe been hurt.

That's how you fall asleep. Thinking of calling your supervisor tomorrow, apologizing, feeling better now that you aren't totally overwhelmed with pain.

Simon stays behind you as you drift, never relenting, moving his hands across your back and unknotting your stubborn muscles one by one.

"Love you," you mumble, half coherent.

"Love you too, honey," Simon murmurs. His lips find the nape of your neck, enveloping you with his body and his warmth, as your energy peters out.

[jovialsongdefendor]

"Sonamy is canon and sega confirmed it! So sonadow will never be cannon!"

No. Sonamy is not canon. And this is not saying like a rage fan that doesnt like the ship. I sayed it because the people on the fandom spread so many wrong information that it becomes so annoying, specially on tik tok where you say that the earth is flat and everyone believes that. "Sonic sayed that he would like to share a umbrella with amy!" Ian, the writer of the game, sayed himself that he doesnt even remember or even write those lines for sonic. Most likely someone on the team pushed it so it can be in the code of the games. and why is in the games and it shows voicelines of it? Simple, because the game can be coded so some unused lines can be show on some scenes. And what makes it that those lines are likely just pushed into it like forcing a line that ian never ever write in the first place?

[It is strange that the lines doesnt even appear on the same scenes, just on differents ones?]

I am just gonna put the information that sonadow wiki done: "In bullet points:

These lines are cut-lines and they never made it to the final version for any platform

Ian, the writer for Sonic Frontiers, didn’t even write these lines to be in the game

Since the lines are in the database of the game (but does not occur in the final version of the game), the lines can be modded into the game to make it seem official or that it’s in the final version of the game

“Proofs” showing these lines to be in the game have faults within them, such as not occurring on the correct island or weather condition

There are several factors to consider when acknowledging these lines existence. One of the main factors is that these are cut-lines that never made it to the official and final version of Sonic Frontiers. This goes for both the English and Japanese version of the game. These lines can only be found through datamining the game, which means to look through files deep within the game that don’t make it to the surface. So, these lines will never be activated because there is nothing to activate it, therefore it is not official lines.

Another thing to know about is that Ian, the one who wrote the story and dialogue lines for Sonic Frontiers, was not even aware of these lines existing in the game because he never wrote them or had anything similar be made for these lines to exist. Therefore, it wasn’t even planned to have these lines in the game whatsoever. Someone else, other than Ian, snuck the lines in and had it go against what the original story was in the first place; they tried to have their own story or vision be put in the game aside from what Ian wrote or how it was originally conceived. This makes the lines even more unofficial and not real. Many already acknowledge that these lines are not official and are cut lines." https://youtu.be/vGnN6Q7yo5c "One more thing to consider is that even if people show “proof” of it existing in the games, these lines and even text can be easily modded into the game for it to seem like it exists in the final game. But just because it is modified in, doesn’t mean that it was there originally."

"As it can be seen through this individual who is able to make unused conversations be put into the game in some manner through modification, it is also possible to put unused conversations lines in the game in some manner. These lines towards Amy aren’t the only lines that are unused in the game. There are many lines that aren’t used and that are still in the database of the game, but that doesn’t mean that any of them made it to the final game for people to see through normal means.

Another thing to take note about is that these lines towards Amy (the “Umbrella” and “Making up his mind” lines), are lines that occur on Rhea or Ouranos Island, but the first pictures shown in this thread show that the lines were randomly said on Kronos Island, the first island you go to in the game. That shows that this person modified the lines to be said in the game and that they are not triggered under normal means. Another way to figure out that these lines are modified is that the “Umbrella” line is supposed to only be triggered while it’s raining, but the line is said randomly while it is only cloudy in the person’s “proof” of it existing in the game.

On a side note, datamining and modifying games tend to be illegal depending on what company the game comes from. For example, Nintendo has policies that say that if you are to play their games, you cannot modify their systems or games that are played on that console. So this practice of modifying and datamining is not encouraged by the majority of game companies and isn’t welcomed, therefore it should become a common practice to not to try to do these illegal activity towards any game."

"And what about this proof of sonamy being canon?"

Japanese version:

Putting again what sonadow wiki sayed:

"The Japanese is mistranslated in the English translation when talking about Sonic CD in Sonic and the Secret Rings. In English, it may call Amy Sonic’s love interest, but that was never stated in the original Japanese, therefore the English translators mistranslated it on purpose or are pushing their own personal interpretations in the mistranslated English. In Japanese it simply gives Amy a description before stating that she appears in the game. Sonic’s name is never mentioned in the original Japanese.

What it says in Japanese: “A brimming with vigor, love to fall in love girl, Amy, appears.”

Or for it to make more sense in English: “Amy, who is an energetic girl that loves falling in love, appears (in this game).”

The sentence in Japanese: “元気いっぱい 恋に恋する女の子 エミー登場”

If you take the sentence apart (which you can see on this website) you will see each word on it’s own to see the direct translation.

元気 = Energetic; Lively

元気 いっぱい = Brimming with Vigor; Brimming with Health; Full of Vitality

恋 = (Romantic) Love (which is more closer to having an attraction towards someone)

恋する = To Fall in Love (with); to love

女の子 = Girl; Young Woman; Daughter; Baby (girl)

エミー = Amy

登場 = Appears"

And about the ask and question of the characters when they sayed that sonic has feelings for amy and is official: welp, I guess tailor swift and etzio are cannon on the sonics universe, and maluma too

[dokoni-mo]

Waiting Drives You Crazy || Springtrap x GN! Reader

summary: you reunite after 30 years

SFW // angsty fluff

word count: 3252

warnings: swearing, canon-typical violence, mental health issues including but not limited to anxiety, depression, and thoughts of unaliving, springtrap is smelly af, established relationship, angst, fluff, will is just a bad person lmao

masterlist

a/n: wow my first fic in more than a year,, i really hope that I've still got it!! This story doesn't really connect to crave toooooo muchhh?? but i've still tagged my normal list for crave anyway!! pls lmk if i missed you or you don't want to be tagged in stuff like this! also, this is based off one of my fav fnaf vhs series!! i'll link it here! enjoy!

~~

When they called you saying that they had found William, you spilt your coffee mug all over the kitchen floor.

"What?" Was the only thing that managed to slip past your trembling lips, breathless as if you had been kicked in the chest full-force. And that's what it felt like, honestly, hearing William's name again. Nobody ever talked about him anymore. After what had happened, all that came up about him after his disappearance, it was taboo to even mention him in passing. Let sleeping dogs lie, they said. Leave the demon to his demons.

But a part of you always wondered.

"Yes, you heard me correct." The agent reassured you, and you could hear how he tapped his pen against his notepad on the other end of the line. "We found him, er, we found William. The DNA samples we collected all matched the ones we had on our database. And Michael gave a positive ID."

You fell silent again, your blood feeling as if it were ice in your veins. The room was fuzzy, with a ringing in your ears that you couldn't pinpoint when it began. You stood motionless for a moment before your legs gave out from under you. Your body stumbled to the side, making you fall against your kitchen counter with an oof.

"(Y/N)?" The agent's voice asked, a note of concern in his otherwise flat, professional tone, "Are you alright? Are you still there?"

You took a few deep breaths to steady yourself, nodding even though the man on the other line couldn't see.

"Y-Yes, yes, I am." You confirmed, gripping on to your phone tighter. In order to make sure you wouldn't stumble again, you slid down your wooden cabinets to sit on the floor, not caring about your shattered coffee mug and the pool of steaming coffee next to you. "Sorry, I just... I..."

"No worries," the agent replied, seeming to understand you despite not saying a word, "I get that this is a lot to take in. Just, take a few deep breaths, yeah?"

You take his advice and take in a few deep breaths, the quiet moment allowing you to feel just how fast your heart was racing in your chest. You swallowed thickly after composing yourself, hugging your knees close to your chest.

"I-I just... Is he okay? Is Michael okay?"

"Oh, yeah, Michael is fine. William, however..."

The man trailed off, an awkward silence hanging over the air between the two of you. Your impatience got the better of you, and you were the first to speak up.

"What? What's wrong with him?"

Silence again, only broken up by a sigh and the faint sounds of whispers to a colleague you didn't make an effort to discern. You were about to ask the same thing again, only firmer, when the agent finally spoke again, calm enough to make you slightly annoyed.

"We think it might be best for you to come and see for yourself. William's situation is... quite complex. And we're it would do him some good to see you again."

The annoyance you felt slowly faded away into the ether at the offer, your lips parting in surprise.

Come and see for yourself.

Could it really be that easy? Thirty years you spent wondering what happened to William. Searching for any little piece of evidence that might have pointed to where he would have gone. All those nights of tossing and turning, rereading the newspaper articles over and over, booking therapy appointments just to cancel the night before, just to be handed a reunion on a silver platter? If it weren't for the ceramic shard digging in to your heel, you would have thought you were dreaming.

"Uh- O-Of course we understand if you would prefer not to--"

"No. Sorry, n-no, no..." You rasped, only just then realizing that you hadn't said anything, "No, I want to. I definitely want to. I just thought... It's been so long..."

"We understand. We thought so as well, but... I-It'll be easier to explain when you get here. We could have a car come and get you as soon as tomorrow afternoon, if that works for you?"

You stood up from your seat on the floor, carrying your phone over to look out the window. You could see the sun setting overtop of the buildings surrounding your shitty little apartment complex. Your left hand absent-mindedly fidgeted by your side, touching the ring on your finger and twirling it over and over again on the digit.

"Yeah, that's fine." You replied, knowing full well you had work in the morning. To hell with it. Fuck it.

This was far more important.

~~~

Nearly the entire ride to the facility was spent by you fidgeting in the back seat of the van with not a word spoken to the driver. You couldn't find a position to where you could sit comfortably, making you shift around every so often. Looking out the window to the drab, grey sky that stretched out in front of you, you tried to distract yourself to no avail. Your thoughts constantly drifted back to William, thousands of thoughts drifting through your mind.

Where the hell had he been the last thirty years? How was he even still alive? Why didn't he ever try to contact you? What exactly did these people mean when telling you it would be easier to explain in person? And most importantly, what the hell were you even going to say to him?

You didn't know. But you needed to try. Hopefully you could wing it as you go.

Eventually, after passing by some rather sketchy looking buildings on the highway, you scooted forward in your seat to talk to the driver, leaning against the passenger seat as you looked at his reflection in the rear-view mirror.

"Hey," you said, "How much further are we out?"

"Just around five minutes." The driver replied, "Just gotta take the exit and we're there."

The driver put the blinker on and merged out of the highway, taking the exit ramp down closer to some of the buildings. He drove for a few more minutes before pulling in to the parking lot of one of the shorter buildings, a few security guards around the perimeter. The two of you drove up to what appeared to be the front door, where two men in suits were waiting outside for you once you parked.

The driver walked around to the opposite side of the car to open the door for you, letting you walk the short distance up to the door. The two men standing there looked at you as you approached, one of them reaching out to shake your hand. This one had glasses with salt-and-pepper hair, the other one with brown hair and deep wrinkles.

"(Y/N), yes?" The agent shaking your hand greeted, offering you a small, almost sympathetic smile, "We're glad you could make it out. I'm agent Carter, the one you spoke with on the phone. This is my colleague agent Smith."

You glanced to agent Smith, who only gave you a little nod before you looked back to agent Carter. It was clear who was the more friendly of the two.

"I see. Nice to meet you too." You replied, shifting your bag on your shoulder somewhat awkwardly. "Thank you both for inviting me here. It's... This is an opportunity I didn't think I'd ever get."

"Oh, it's no trouble--"

"Let's just get down to business, yes?" Agent Smith interjected with a sigh lacing his voice, turning and walking off in to the facility. Agent Carter followed behind him quickly, and held the door open for you as you followed. You walked behind the two men as they led you deeper into the building, seeing the different people in business-casual attire milling about the area.

"We found Mr. Afton a few weeks ago, but it's only now that we have seen any signs of life from him." The brown haired agent told you, making you pause and raise a brow.

"Signs of... life?" You questioned, earning a sideways glance from both agents.

"You'll see for yourself in due time." Smith replied before ducking inside of a room, Carter holding the door for you again as you stepped inside.

You took a moment to stand in the doorway and take in what you saw inside of the room, your breath catching in your throat. A plethora of large, flat TV screens lined the far wall, some displaying images of bare rooms, and others just showing static. There was a microphone on the desk lining the same wall, along with some computer monitors, keyboards, notebooks, abandoned cups of coffee and three different swivel chairs. Even though none of these were threatening by themselves, the combination of all of them made you shift in your stance and clear your throat.

"Wh... So, where is he?" You asked as you looked to Agent Carter for some answers, who just gave you a small smile.

"He's just behind this door." Smith replied as he gestured over his shoulder, nodding in the same direction. Looking behind him, you saw a reinforced door with barred, reinforced windows and several different locking mechanisms. Your brow furrowed in confusion and you opened your mouth to question it, but Agent Carter had interrupted you before any words could come out. He walked up to you and pressed something long and metal in to your hands, only adding to your confusion.

"We require that you to take this in with you." He said, his eyes flashing with hint of sympathy as you turned the object over in your hands; a shocking prod. "It's for your own protection in the event we can't get the door open in time."

"Wh-What?" You questioned as your eyes widened, turning the shock prod over in your hands again. "Are you serious? Will wouldn't."

"You have one hour to be with him. After that you'll have to sign a form and undergo a medical examination." Smith interrupted, placing a hand on your shoulder and practically pulling you over to the reinforced door.

You tried to protest, but he either didn't hear you or didn't care as he undid the locks to the door. The agent opened the door the bare minimum amount required to get you through the threshold before practically shoving you inside, nearly knocking you off your balance. You clutched on to the shock prod tighter as you flinched at the sound of the heavy door shutting behind you then the clicking of several locks closing shut. You stood in silence for a moment before the lights flickered on in the room, your eyes stinging as they adjusted to the harsh, cool-toned lighting.

Inside of the room was a metal table with two chairs, with scratches, marks, and mystery stains lining every surface. Scanning over the room, your eyes eventually landed on something in the corner, slumped over and sitting on the ground. It took you a moment to decipher what it was, earning a gasp from you when you eventually did. It was the spring-bonnie suit William used to wear, all those years ago. You could recognize that yellow fur and rabbit ears anywhere. Although, it was clear that time had not been kind to old bonnie, his fur matted and full of holes and stains, with obvious chunks missing, not to mention the horrible smell.

You stared at the yellow rabbit for a long moment before your grip on the shock prod tightened again, your brow furrowing. You felt frustration and anger rise inside your chest, feeling the heat in your cheeks. You were promised to see William. And this was all you got? A rotting costume?

"Is this some sort of sick joke?" You sneered as you looked around the room again, your eyes eventually landing on the security camera hanging from the ceiling. You glared in to it before turning and pounding on the iron door, your frustration only growing with each loud bang.

"Are you two serious?! What is this?! Get me out of here! Hello?? HELLO--"

"B... Bun... ny... Bun-ny..."

You freeze, your face growing pale and your motions falling away to a halt. You feel a chill run down your whole body, as if a ghost had passed through you and stole your soul.

No... it wasn't. It couldn't be. It was impossible...

But who else had ever called you bunny before?

Slowly, you turn around, your hands shaking and your bottom lip trembling. Your wide eyes take in the sight before you, sending another chill down your body. Spring bonnie, who was originally sitting down, was now upright, hunched over and twitching every so often in a manner that made your body ache. Two white, glowing eyes were staring right at you, almost as wide as your own. You could feel your body tremble with fear, but your mind felt oddly blank, as if trying to catch up with reality.

It couldn't be. I just couldn't--

"W... Will?" You heard yourself say before you could register it in your mind, your body acting on pure instinct alone.

The decrepit Spring Bonnie seemed to twitch again at this, the rusty joints creaking and popping in an unnatural manner. The animatronic takes a heavy, labored step closer to you making you flinch.

"B-Bun-ny... m-my... bunny..." Spring Bonnie's voice spoke to you again, sounding as if his throat were full of wires and metal. He takes another painful-looking step towards you, and you flinch again, your back pressing against the metal door as the shock prod dropped out of your hand and clattered to the floor. The animatronic seems to take note of this and stops his approach, an almost pained, heartbroken look flashing in his mechanical eyes.

"D-Don't be... scared." Spring Bonnie tells you, even as you felt your lungs rapidly rise and fall in your chest. "It's me... (Y/N). I-It's me..." I would... never... hurt you."

You heard a ringing in your ears as you listened to the animatronic... William's words. No, there was no denying it anymore. You knew in your heart that this was William. Those glowing, robotic eyes; you could still see the remnants of the man you loved behind him. The grey eyes that you used to love with all your heart.

Tears stung in the rims of your eyes as you stared ahead at William, the cold air of the room stinging inside your chest. A pained look flashed in your eyes, and you started to shake your head.

"N-No... i-it... That's not..." You choked out as you felt hot tears slip down your cheeks and dribble down your chin. "How, I... I-I don't understand--"

William shushes you before you could get out any more words, to the best of his ability, at least. He takes a few more labored steps closer to you until he's within arms length, the smell of rot and mold filling your lungs. You ignore it, however, glued in place as you watch his... hand? paw? Reach up to you. A metal finger lifts to your face, and wipes a tear from your cheek with a shocking amount of gentleness.

"You're... s-still as... stunning... as I... remember." William rasped, making your lips part as a warmth flooded your chest. Even now, all these years later, he still remembered you? Made you swoon? It was all you ever hoped for.

You took in a deep breath and let it slip from your lips, feeling how they curved up into the slightest of smiles. You reached up to your face and wiped your eyes as best you could, taking a moment to look William's new body up and down before meeting his gaze again.

"You thought about me?" You asked in a rasp of a voice, feeling the rotted furry palm of William's drop from your face and scrape down your arm.

"C-Constantly." He replied, and you swore you saw the rabbit ears on the top of his head perk up.

Your small smile lingered for a moment as you stared into William's glowing eyes, your gaze eventually trailing down his body once more. You could see the mold and rot on the tattered fur, along with remnants of what was probably blood and other gore you didn't want to think too much about. The more you looked, the more your smile faded, until it was just a frown.

"I just..." You began, shaking your head in disbelief. "I just have so many questions. How are you even alive? What happened to you?"

William's shoulders squared in response to your interrogation, a deep rumbling emanating through his voice box. He looked off to the side, deep in thought and pausing for a long moment, as if the memory was far in the depths of the remnants of his mind. After a beat, I looked back up into your eyes, and you felt his paw grab on to your hand.

"It is... a long... story." He rasped, tugging on your hand as he turned. He took a few heavily labored steps back to the corner of the room, and you followed after him. Slowly, he moved his giant body so that he could sit back on the floor, lifting up his arm for you to join him by his side. You looked at the obvious signs of decay where you were supposed to rest yourself, and pulled your jacket tighter around your body. You knew Will probably wanted some human contact and connection with you after so long, but you really didn't want it to end with having to go to the ER for a tetanus shot.

You knelt down before moving to sit next to William, feeling his heavy, robotic arm wrap around your shoulders. He pulled you in as close as you could go to him and let out a sound akin to a purr, his other paw moving to rest on your knee.

"I-I never meant... to leave you... bunny." William wheezed, his glowing eyes never leaving your face. "I was... chased. Trapped."

"Chased by who?"

The golden rabbit man paused, as if to search for what to say.

"Spirits... after me. Th-They wanted... revenge."

"Spirits? Revenge? Revenge for wha--"

"I-I was... terrified. So I... hid. In the suit. My sweat... made the... sp-springlocks... go off. I-I died slowly... painfully. But... came back later. S-Stuck in pain for... thirty years..."

Your eyes softened as you listened to William's story, feeling an ache in your chest. You couldn't imagine just how scared he must have been; scared, alone, and in pain for thirty years. It sounded like absolute hell. Worse than hell, even. It sounded like agony for him to even talk, let alone just exist inside of the Spring Bonnie suit for so long. Your eyes stung with tears again as you placed your hand over his, careful to avoid any sharp pieces of metal or wires.

"Oh, Will... I'm so sorry. That sounds... Just horrible."

You sniffled back your tears before lifting your hand to his rotted cheek, gently cupping it where you knew it would be safe. He immediately let out another purr, leaning in to your touch as his eyes turned half-lidded.

"Are you in pain right now?" You asked, bracing yourself for the answer.

"Y-Yes..." He responds, closing his eyes for a moment before gazing back at your face.

"B-But having you... makes... the pain... bearable."

~~~

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[i-need-of-a-hobby]

modern/alive boy detectives au headcanons:

-for the purposes of my headcanoning the boys met in high school, didnt die this time, and post graduation are sharing a flat

-its still slowburn ofc claiming theyre "100% platonic" despite sharing a flat for two years and sharing a bed most nights for cuddling purposes

-how did the "platonic" cuddling start you ask?

-charles has chronic nightmares and edwin has a caffeine problem so they both end up awake at the most unholy hours of the night and charles decided the best use of these times is catching edwin up on pop culture

-because even in a modern setting, he had a supper sheltered childhood

-the first middle of the night movie they watch is legally blonde, which edwin got more invested in than he'll ever willingly admit

-they're watching in charles' bed naturally bc he's got a tv in his room, and charles falls asleep halfway through the movie every. single. time. because he feels safer when he's (super platonically) curled into edwins chest

-these fucking idiots

-charles also has this really beat up SUV he loves more than anything

-its literally the ugliest car youve ever seen but he got it used right after moving out for next to nothing, fixed it up himself, and now calls it daisy

-edwin hates the whole personifying cars thing but charles will only acknowledge the car if it's referred to as daisy ("stop calling daisy it, it hurts her feelings!" "charles it's a CAR" "SHE'S a car")

-edwin is also a passenger princess

-charles didnt really know what he wanted post high school other than to get out of his parents house asap so he takes a gap year and moves in with edwin

-it takes him a bit over a year (and just so much therapy) but he eventually decides to go to school part time majoring in psychology

-in his year off he worked a bunch of odd jobs but his favorite was at a comic book store in the local mall because he got free pins for his jacket AND could use their database to track down out of print batman comics for edwin

-edwin does go to college directly after graduation high school, majoring in forensic science

-he refuses to let anyone know but he also volunteers at a local animal shelter

-but he keeps it so on the downlow charles only found out when he brought an elderly cat home but even then he didnt outright say anything

-charles: edwin... what is that

-edwin: that is georgie

-charles: ok, cool cool cool, why is he here

-edwin: he only has three legs, he needs us

[thaltro]

i repeatedly bang on the screen

master post about night watch when… each of the skeleguys asap please pleas

Haha sure I can give some lore for guy. Lore that isn’t super spoiler for the story.

Dr blue:

Doctor blue is a Swap Sans variant, specifically a handplates swap. He is 37 years old, lives in the omega timeline connected farmtale region. He escaped his timeline at a young age and was found by dream and ink, then placed into the new home foundation (essentially a orphanage) in the connected farmtale. Because he grew up in farm tale he picked up a southern accent. Blues special interest is robotics, his favourite robot being Wheatley from portal. He works in the bio mechanic unit in the hospital, their job is to work on robots and prosthetics for amputees. Dr blue is an amputee, his arm he designed himself! The blue line represents him and the orange is symbolic of his brother. Dr blue must eat all food in panini form, he will refuse to eat anything not panini. He is autistic and has Cptsd from his childhood. Dr blue has a odd relationship with dream, they are very close but have very fundamental disagreements. Dr blue takes care of Dreams child palette a lot. Dr blue sometimes works for mettaton entertainers as he does the stage tech. Hes a huge Mettaton fanboy and is apart of a super fan club that consists mostly of papyrus’s, he being the only sans.

Scell:

Scell is a fell variant, after escaping his timeline he was entered into the omega timeline database and ranked as a class 2 citizen. Scell is a chemist and makes all kinds of hazards for fun in his garage. He also loves cars, he is a huge car nerd and owns a car business with dr blue. Cars are a huge demand within fell culture because of the magic restriction laws for class 2 citizens, it’s an alternative to magic transportation. Scell has multiple golden teeth won by taking other fells teeth. The name “scell” is just Science Fell mashed into one, he was given to it by his peers when he worked as a chemist for the mafia fell faction. Scell is partially blind and should be using a cane but he claims his car is his mobility aid. He is also a nurse as it’s apart of his SAAR program. Most the time he’s delegated to work on stigmatized patients (corrupteds mostly) the main patient he interacts is Geno. He lives with Memory and they both have custody over their adopted kid Punk. I coded scell to have Aspd. I won’t say that out-write in the comic but I think it’s obvious for people who understand the disorder.

Memory:

Memory is an ex amalgamation recovered by Psychs reversion experiment. His origin is unknown but he seems to be a sans. Memory is physically disabled, most the time needing crutches, a walker, and sometimes a wheelchair. The save star on his face is their soul. Memory has the ability to save and load files of people. He also can upload people’s memories and view them herself. She is transfem and uses all pronouns, his housemate scell makes them not so legal estrogen in their garage. Memory has amnesia and can’t remember her own past. Memory is coded to have a human equivalent of Ehlers–Danlos syndrome and other Chronic pain conditions. Memory is a Class 1 citizen so most jobs don’t hire him, she could only find a job at a morally questionable clown themed pizza place owned by fresh sans. Memory’s SAAR program is working as an semi-Anchorite at the Creationist Church, he qualifies because of his medically proved “false Angel syndrome” status (which essentially means she experienced passive corruption) . Culturally that’s held as a sacred experience so memory is ideal for that position. Memory has a flat affect and likes cats. She loves her son punk and with aid of her finger splints makes him ugly sweaters.

Psych:

Psych is an sentient experiment done by the MedRune corporation. Psych produces medicine that can reverse any type of corruption. And with extreme cases of corruption it is trained to perform magical surgery. It’s not a sans, instead a biological mass found in the atomization void and was moved to the omega timeline. because of the people surrounding him in the lab, he took the form of a skeleton esc form. Psych lives in the storage room of the hospital. Psych loves three things: badgers, human religion, and guns. I wrote psych to have behaviours similar to Paranoid Personality Disorder, alongside a weird amalgamation of cluster B disorders. Psych is no longer friends with scell, blue, or memory. Psych is designed to have very fragile skin, if it’s slightly scratched or pressure is pushed it will bleed. Psych only has one outfit. Psych showers himself with rubbing alcohol, he drinks it too. Psych doesn’t eat even though he should. Psych is hooked up to a blood drawing machine for 6 hours of each day to produce anti corruption vials for the hospital. He’s gay,, I think. Mostly for guns.

Feels free to ask me more questions.. I really like,, getting nightwatch questions

[bananasofthorns]

I did not in fact do any writing on my final paper tonight but I DID start looking through government grant contracts. so. who's really winning (it's not me)

it's just me and my parentheses against the world

[bobombun]

I figure that whenever a Mechanicus learns binharic cant, they just download a language pack and that's that.

But what if that isn't it?

Imagine someone who has just undergone the necessary surgery to speak in binharic, and they have to start attending the Basics of Binharic class. Their text book includes such notes as

"...and the 0 following an exclamation of intent has to hit a sharp C, unless one is speaking in the dialect from Stygies VIII, where it instead comes out as a flat C, but as that is not the pure binharic of the Omnissiah, there shall be no more mention of such in this database."

and someone has scribbled sound waves into the margins. One of them looks like a crude and frankly biologically inaccurate drawing of a reproductive organ. Next to it is a binharic slang word for said depiction that you're quite certain the text book does not mention. Obviously you memorise it. To further your knowledge, of course.

[marwhoa]

request: hi hil! I read your work and it was amazing! I was hoping you would write the rise boys with a vigilante s/o? (Gn) but the boys don't know that yet and one day s/o is fighting the foot or someone, you decide, then their turtle bf shows up and helps them. S/o forgot they were in costume for a minute before running to their turtle in shining shell and kissing them, so it turns into a whole thing and s/o unmasks themself, how do the boys react??

🝮 “ violet virus ”

rise!donnie x vigilante!g/n

author’s note: eeee !! Gosh I’ve been meaning to post for months, but multiple x readers always stump me. I like making each a completely different story, and sometimes that ends up with me writing waaaay too much. So! I separated this one into a solo. Raph Mikey and Leo will be their own post since I imagine they’ll be much shorter… unless I’m a little freak again and write too much 😭😭. Sheldon’s speech will be the same color as Donnie’s but in italics :))

word count: 4.5k

“ I don’t understand why you won’t disclose this information, Shelldon. ”

Grumbles the turtle clad in purple as he sits on the floor of his lab. Tools are strewn around within reaching distance, framing him, Shelldon, and the computer plugged into the robot boy. The screen displayed a long history of access points to Shelldon’s database—none of which Donnie had the clearance for.

Odd.

A little sigh plays from the little bot’s speakers as his digital eyes shift elsewhere.

“ The information you seek is, like, confidential, dude! ”

“ Whuh—not only are you keeping secrets from your father, but you would even ‘dude’ your own father?! Poppycock! ”

Frustrated, Donnie throws his hands in the air, eyes fixated on the display screen. Error sounds growled through the computer’s speakers each time his program attempted to break through its encryption.

Just who could write an encryption code that could thwart even Donnie?

“ It just makes no sense. As not only your father but also creator, I should have complete access to any and all of your databases. Is this a rebellious development, update 1.2?! ”

Shelldon rolls over, groaning out in annoyance. He couldn’t just flat-out tell him, “ oh papà! you mustn’t worry, i am only hiding the identity of a certain vigilante you’ve yet to encounter! “, no, no, that would be absurd.

That would be a betrayal to you, Donnie’s kindhearted significant other who just couldn’t stand for the Purple Dragons’ treatment towards your dearest darling dear. I mean, what partner would stand on the sidelines as a measly cheerleader in the face of someone daring to disrespect YOUR boyfriend? Quite literally the smartest man alive (probably)?

It didn’t help your case that you were pretty powerless, aside from some scrounged-up determination, a pinch of courage, and a heavy dosage of computer expertise. Nothing up to par with Donnie, but it was remarkable by human’s standards. Combine that with the help of a sentient robot named Shelldon, and you were a force to stand on equal footing with that malicious group of super-nerd-punks.

Watching Donnie writhe with frustration, Shelldon can’t help but hope his walls were stronger than his father’s.

“ Maybe it’s nothing to worry about, bro, let’s just—“

“ Nothing to worry about—/nothing to worry about/— oh, it’s nothing to worry about, he says! “

A ding resonating from Shelldon draws Donnie’s attention for a second. His frustration churns, flashing into curiosity. It seems as though some sort of distress message has came through, but with a chime unlike what he’s programmed. Donnie drops his head with a laughter akin to a parent reaching their breaking point.

“ Oh-ho-ho, dear son of mine, ”

Mouth open, ready to retort with a snarky tone, Donnie raises his head up but holds his tongue at the sight.

An uncharacteristic silence blankets the robot-boy. Shelldon’s eyes begin to flicker until they beam with deep, velvety-purple hue.

Donnie flinches, shielding his eyes from the bright LEDs as he pointed and snapped his fingers.

“ AH-HAH! See, I knew it. This IS a problem! ”

Shelldon rises to his feet and turns robotically before then breaking into a brisk sprint. The cord plugged into him snatches the laptop a few feet before it ultimately yanks from Shelldon’s socket. Before Donnie could call him to return, his son shifts to quite literally propelling himself out of the lair from the rocket launchers in his feet.

Coughing and waving away the residual smoke, Donnie squints at Shelldon’s rapidly disappearing silhouette. He groans exasperatedly as his hands pull at nonexistent hair.

“ Damn it, I knew he wasn’t old enough to have those installed, Shelldon!! ”

Grabbing his tech-bo, Donnie wasted no time in following right after him.

——-

While your poor partner-in-crime found himself under his father’s interrogation, you are none-the-wiser as your fingers skirt across a keyboard. Your purple gloves whir quietly as they accelerate the computer’s performance—the faster you get out, the better. The display’s light shone on your outfit, one befitting a vigilante’s need for secrecy. Your hair was held back by a bandana while your face was obscured by a half-mask from the bridge of your nose to your jaw. A pair of glasses rested upon it with a little purple ‘ D ‘ logo in the corner.

A long sleeve turtle neck covered your arms and torso with angular purple lines following the underside of your arms and down your sides, tucked into a pair of sweatpants with a drawstring waist. The pants tucked into a sturdy pair of boots, all matching with black and purple. If the light caught you in the right way though, then the faintest detail of smaller purple embellishment akin to the lines running along a modem board would shimmer.

That was a detail you were most proud of, albeit purely cosmetic.

But never mind that, you manage to squirrel your way into a hub room of sorts with large metal cabinets filled to the brim with wirings, likely powering the entire lair. The floor occasionally lit up with the rush of purple LED lights pulsing through thin indents on the floor. You didn’t know what information they carried or to where, but that was not your current concern.

“ Alright, Dragons, what are you looking for with the OKE YX23 system’s blueprints… ”

You whisper to yourself. As streams of data rapidly scroll across the screens, you soak it all up through a pair of modified glasses. They accelerate your comprehension and store databases chock full of what you saw in seconds. It was a neat gadget born of your own genius, albeit with just a bit of help from your beloved Donnie.

“ Supersuits? Why super… ”

Squinting, you slow your feverish typing pace and pinch your fingers on the projected hologram to zoom in and section off a few documents. Blueprints upon blueprints flood your senses, designs for all types of suits, each fully equipped for specific situations calling for varying levels of strength, agility, dexterity, and more. A few documents even detail their uses, discussing ideal fantasies of potential war use.

“ No… No way! This is.. I have to send all this data over to Shelldon. ”

Removing your glasses, you tap the shell icon at the top corner of the left lens to send it all to your partner in crime, Shelldon. As a low chime resonates from the glasses, confirming a successful message delivered, you stare at the purple D logo. Your thumb strokes it fondly as you purse your lips in contemplation.

“ Once I’m done with these dragons, maybe… Maybe it’s time to tell him who I am.. ”

You idle for a moment, your free hand balling in and out of a fist beside you. Wracking your head for answers, your thumb began to stroke the pad of your folded index finger as a sort of grounding measure.

“ … For now, I’ll put a pin in that, I need to figure out how to get out of here. ”

As you shift away from the computer to head out, a loud clanging of the door being forced shut in front of you was enough to set off alarms in your head. Paling, you click your boot’s heel against the cold metal floor a few times. There, you had planted one of your small gadgets to allow quick and easy hacking. It was an attempt to connect and override the system to get the door open, but as you’re met with nothing save for the soft thuds of your foot, a heavy pressure weighs on your chest.

They must have found you out. How long have they known you were here?

Goosebumps scurry along your arm as you look over your shoulder for the compressed hiss of doors mechanically sliding open. Previously hidden doors pulled apart to reveal a hidden hallway and a bot stepping through, its digital gaze settled on you while its heavy footfalls shook the room.

“ Ohhhh noooo… ”

Dragging out the syllables, the blueprints you just saw on the screen were currently whirring to life before you. At the sound of a grating, familiar cackle playing through the contraption’s speakers, your blood chills.

Not good.

“ Looks like a rat slipped through the cracks. ”

You could recognize her voice anywhere. What’s your escape route now? Have they closed all of them off? God, you did not prepare for a fight today—that was NOT on the itinerary!

“ Perfect opportunity to see what these puppies can do though. ”

Fully facing the super-suit occupied by Kendra, you take a hesitant step back as your eyes scan the room. They land on a rather ordinary looking door on your far left, equidistant to you both. The chance to get some distance is all too tempting.

Unfortunately, just as your foot raises to break into a bolt, an “ ah, ah, ah~ ” taunts through the mech’s speaker as it sends a projectile whisking past you with a high pitched pachoo! The object sparks against the wall it strikes and ignites instantly. You can’t help the spike in fear shooting through you internally as the blast destroys part of the room and sends debris flying.

With barely a chance to gather your bearings, your gaze raises helplessly as the bulky suit Kendra was operating closed the gap between you both and slammed a heavy fist towards you. It strikes the ground with a heavy THUMP, leaving a dent that was barely off enough to feel comfortable. You raise your hand to the purple logo on your glasses that sends an S.O.S. distress call to your man-in-the-chair, Shelldon.

Scrambling to get away, you lunge towards one of the wire-filled cabinets palms-first in an attempt to hack and utilize some to your advantage. Before your program fully engaged, you’re yanked away full-force and sent skidding across the floor. In your peripheral you notice two more of these suits enter the room. This is hardly the time to get distracted, you scold yourself, glancing back to Kendra in a nick of time.

“ Shit, shit, shit, shit!! ”

You scream, narrowly dodging a shrapnel of metal whisking past your ducked head and embedding itself into the opposite wall.

“ ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! ”

Through a dramatic display of physical prowess, you screech and lunge every which way to avoid each zipping attack the bot sends towards you. To make matters worse, two more robotic suits emerge from behind the first.

“ That could’ve killed me, you runts! ”

Glaring, you turn your gaze to the maniacally laughing trio of super-nerds, donning what appeared to be the exact same super suits in the documents, all said to be powered by an all-too-powerful AI-chip. The suits’ reflexes are swift n’clean, ran by a superior digital brain that seems to be predicting all your movements even before you know them. In any other circumstances, you would have marveled in their presence.

However, right now it serves as too-great of a foe for you alone. In a pathetic display to keep up, you try to stand your ground against the super suits in a recipe of chaos that ends with you cornered and exhausted.

“ Now, now, Violet Virus,”

The leader, Kendra, steps towards you in a suit designed for strength. It’s bulky, intimidating, and an overall pain. You almost wonder if sheer artillery built into that suit was enough to single-handedly replace an entire army.

Behind her stood Jeremy in a suit built for speed—it’s racing LEDs left you dizzy if you stared too long and was designed to reach speeds fast enough that the residual shock alone might be enough to give your eardrums a hell of a jolt. Its fit was slim and sharp, fitting for the purpose.

Last is Jason, who..

Well..

He didn’t have some flashy suit for some reason.

Honestly, it seems more like just a prop suit. You didn’t even know if it did anything—to be frank, it kind of looked like they picked it up at Spirit Halloween.

“ You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. ”

Kendra’s suit thuds towards you, crouching in front of you. Her robotic hand reaches out to grip your chin between the thumb and index.

“ But that’s all I’ll give you. “

You’re starting to get antsy, mentally begging Shelldon to hurry up in helping you out of this ordeal. In the mean time, you muster the meanest glare, peering through the visual retinas of the machine. The speaker picks up her low scoff.

“ Well, maybe I should reward our little idiot for that signal to our friend,Othello von Ryan. ”

The boys behind her share a laugh in response.

“ … Who? ”

Confused, you yank from her grip, teeth bared in disgust. As powerless as you are to super-suits, an idiot was no where near appropriate to describe you. In fact, to say you were a vigilante with nothing but your boyfriend’s robot under your belt was a lie.

See, your outfit was littered with all types of covert gadgets. This included a pair of gloves and boots to match with dull, illuminated swirls under the pads of your fingers and heels of your feet. Within those swirling pools of light happened to be lie dozens of little terminals awaiting for your command to reshape and hack into any dormant or idle appliances and tech within range.

Pinned to the ground in a sitting position, your hands laid palms down on either side of your body and feet flat to carry out the rest of this operation. So long as they keep their focus on you, they will be completely blind-sided by your retaliation. Inaudible over the commotion, a low groan of circuitry in the walls bowed as your programs seep into their systems.

“ I don’t know who that is, but you’re crazy if you think this battle is in any of your favors! ”

You growled out as the ceilings cave from serpentine cables raining sparks haphazardly. Your program had sent a sort of “ suicidal-sentience ” command through nearby wires that influenced them to rip apart and focus an assault on the super-suits.

Kendra growls in annoyance as metal panels from above knock her to the ground. The limbs of her robotic suit are then coiled up by the snake-like wires. She turns to see a similar fate befalling Jason.

But not Jeremy.

“ Oh, but it is in my favor. ”

Kendra cocked her head in Jeremy’s direction, grinning with an energy that sent shivers down your spine. His suit was equipped with speeds your program couldn’t fathom keeping up with, and as his suit whipped to your side before you could try to run, you were struck and pinned flat against the floor.

“ That was a clever yet feeble attempt. See, we know all about your assets. ”

Kendra recovers quick as she moves her suit to rip the cables off her.

“ … What assets!?”

You kick your legs, trying to get free. Just how much do they know? What do they know? What or which assets could they mean? You hold your tongue in fear of spilling information to potential bluff.

Amidst your confusion, Kendra doesn’t seem too impressed. She might have burst a fuse if not for Jeremy clearing his throat and intervening.

“ What she means, Violet Virus, is we intercepted your help signal. ”

The hair on the back of your neck rose up.

That explains the lack of indication from Shelldon that he received your signal. Your expression sours with worry. What use did they have with him? And wait, Othello von Ryan—

“ You didn’t honestly think you could serve any sort of threat to us, right? Had you even considered that we—practical GENIUSES of the modern technological age—may not have planned to stop at these suits? ”

—Wasn’t that one of Donnie’s aliases?

Kendra roughly shoves Jeremy aside as she crouches back down to eye-level with you. In this moment, you begin to entertain the thought that maybe, just maybe—

“ Your naïveté is sickeningly cute, Vivi, this wasn’t our goal. ”

—you might have bitten off more than you can chew.

You opened your mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Panic was washing over you.

With ice coursing through your veins, you thought about calling Donnie. Maybe if you confess everything about being Violet Virus, he’ll come help?

Or, would he be mad that you kept such a secret and did something so reckless by yourself? A heat wells up in your chest, igniting a fight with the chills. Flashes of hot and cold ran over you as the pieces fell into place.

How long have they known you were working with Shelldon?

Did they let you sneak in this far?

Were you just a stepping stone to get Shelldon?

…

Do they know your identity?

Your mouth dries at that notion. You need to hurry and turn these tides, but before you could put any plan forth, the wall beside you crumbles as a familiar short stature burst through.

The little robot gave heavy thuds as his feet rose and fell against the floor without any personality.

How did everything go so wrong?

“ Shelldon? “

Tone low, hardly loud enough to even be a whisper, you stared wide-eyed at a robot without a twinge of the boy you knew.

“ Shelldon’s not his name anymore, Violet Virus. ”

Kendra’s suit rises above you then moves to tower beside Shelldon. She raises her mechanical hand and rests it firmly on his shoulder.

“ This is Pulverizer now! ”

A series of “ no’s ” fall from your lips as you scramble to your feet and close the gap between you and Shelldon. Your hands tremble around him, unsure where to rest while Kendra breaks down in laughter beside you both.

You could see the computing of some program flickering behind Shelldon’s eyes, indicated some software actively downloading. He remained unfazed by your presence.

“ Shelldon, no, no, no, what are they doing to you?! I have to get you out of here, I’m so—“

“ Pulverizer, engage combat program ZG.09X, ”

Kendra interjects, barking some sort of command. You glance to her then back to Shelldon, baffled as he seems to respond only to that and not any of your efforts. Your eyes widen as his arm begins reeling back.

“ What did they do to y—“

A quick thwack interrupts you as Shelldon socks you across the jaw with a force so heavy it sends you to the floor a few feet. The hit cracked and crumbled part of your mask as bits of it sprinkle the path from Shelldon to where you’d landed. Your glasses had been slightly bent from your head knocking against the floor. The pain throbs through your skull, ebbing from the cheek your hand rose to caress in disbelief.

“ D-Donnie.. ”

As you stared at Shelldon thunking towards you, you couldn’t help but tremble and wish you weren’t alone. This was too much for you, and you found yourself imagining what it would have been like if you had teamed up with Donnie in the beginning instead of being a solo-hero.

Shelldon reels his arm back again, and you raise yours in a feeble attempt to shield yourself.

Shutting your eyes tight, you brace for the impact.

“ SHELLDON, PROTOCOL BOGEY-DOWN 61E9 ACTIVATE! ”

“ What—!? ”

Kendra whips her head around towards the same entrance Shelldon initially created.

You stare wide eyed as your boyfriend bursts in and shouts a command to Shelldon. His dramatic entrance is punctuated by him riding his tech-bo like a hoverboard.

Donnie jumps off, landing straight into Kendra’s mech with enough force to topple it over. He casts a glance in your direction, squints with suspicion, but then turns back to Kendra.

“ I knew it—SEE, I knew it! ”

The purple-banded turtle paces in front of the dazed Kendra, throwing his hands up in frustration. He stops to point back and forth between Shelldon and the rest of the Purple Dragons.

“ Who else could be meddling with MY son’s database but this group of wannabes! “

“ W-Wannabes? Othello von Ryan, this is whe.. damn.. ”

Winded, Kendra takes a pause to catch her breath. Jason tries to come and help her up but gets swatted away immediately. Angrily, she huffs and operates the suit to shove itself back onto its feet.

“ Get AWAY from me, Jase, UGH! Othello Von Ryan, prepare to be defeated by our revenge! Pulverizer, engage combat program ZG.734! ”

She cackles maniacally, jabbing a finger in Donnie’s direction. When Shelldon doesn’t move, the speaker goes quiet for a few beats.

Then, it starts playing a bunch of loud clanks, likely from Kendra frustratedly hitting things inside the suit.

Donnie, however, glances at Shelldon then back at Kendra and stomps his foot. He points an accusatory finger in her direction.

“ Oh by Galileo, if you lot did anything nefarious to Shelldon’s programming, so help me! ”

Sheldon’s fist wavers a few inches from you as different lines of code scroll past his eyes, registering the command Donnie called out. After hearing Kendra’s command, the lines of code began rapidly switching direction until a click resounds. He blinks a few times then looks down at you.

“ No! Damn it, what happened!? ”

Kendra pummels the ground enough times to leave a hefty dent.

Donnie scoffs at her, crouching to stare into the visual receptors of the mech-suit.

“ I see you did not consider I may have created an anti-dragons program with the idea that you would want to control my tech again, did you? ”

As Shelldon came back to his senses, he glanced every which way in confusion. One second he was being interrogated, the next..

“ Your distress signal! Y/—I mean, Violet Virus, bro, what’s the haps? How’d I get here? Ohh, Donnie’s gonna be so pissed at me, dude, he almost found out ab—“

You gawk at Shelldon’s loud voice, shushing him loudly. Whispering, you quickly scold him.

“ Shelldon! We can discuss it later, but right now we need to get out of h—“

As you gesture to leave, you are instead met with Donnie being sent flying straight into you. Your foreheads collide as you’re sent back against the ground with him dazed over you.

“ Technologically advanced mecha suits is an upgrade from our last encounter, I’ll give you that! ”

One of Donnie’s hands rests beside your head while the other holds his forehead, rubbing where you both collided. He groans in pain.

Similarly, you hold both hands against your forehead and writhe dramatically beneath Donnie at the pain echoing from not just your lower jaw where Shelldon struck you, but your forehead too now.

“ Ow, ow, oww! Donnie, that… that.. hurt.. ”

Your voice peters off as you look up at him. The fear was already beginning to melt away as your eyes scan across his face. He had such an uncanny habit of coming when you called, and this situation was no different. As relief washes over you, you forget yourself for a second and reach to give him a kiss. You’re just so lucky to have someone so dependable as him, even in situations where he didn’t mean it. You vow to tell him everything after this.

As your hands cup the sides of his face, Donnie opens his eyes to see you leaning in.

“ Whoa—HEY? ”

Mechanical limbs splay out of his shell and quickly put distance between you and him, stirring a squeak of surprise from you as he stares at you bewildered.

“ I don’t know you! This is a complete violation of personal space and my individual rights! ”

He shouts in disbelief, covering himself like a woman caught naked.

… Oh..

Oh yeah.

Your face flushes with embarrassment instantly. Right now you aren’t Donnie’s girlfriend, but rather Violet Virus. You stand up, ready to explain yourself, only to be immediately knocked back down to your knees as an explosion from another one of Kendra’s projectiles goes off behind you. Donnie’s attention shifts from you to the Purple Dragons.

“ What sort of looney tries to kiss stranger during combat, he exclaims in disbelief! ”

Donnie vents aloud as he twirls his tech-bo around his body. Generating enough speed from the action, he then lunges towards Kendra. Right before he strikes, his index taps a button on the shaft of the swirling bo. Its speed increases as the tip shifts into a hammer-like shape and propels like a rocket to clock Kendra’s super-suit mech across the face. The strike is heavy enough that the robot’s head twists and twists the wrong direction until it pops clean off.

“ No, it’s not like that—and don’t call me a looney! Just, you know me! ”

“ No I don’t! The nerve of some people. I feel the need to add I am a happily taken man! “

You stumble over your words as you try to explain yourself. Slamming your palms against the floor, you inject another offensive virus into the room’s system as your glasses accelerate your visual capacities to keep up with Jeremy’s suit. Just as the program goes into effect, you’re pulled back as Jason’s arm catches your neck in his elbow.

He pulls you back, choking you as the program sets loose through the wires held in the cabinet. The cables surge out and land upon Jeremy’s suit, connecting to ports and lighting it up with enough power to overload and shut down the entire contraption. He gets lit up like a Christmas tree for a second before the suit slams into the ground non-responsive.

You hear a low ‘ damn it! ‘ from inside his suit.

Kicking your feet to try and be free from Jason’s grip, you’re let go only after Shelldon lands one of his heavy, rocket-powered punches to send the boy across the room. Even though he’s an enemy, you wince sympathetically at how much that must’ve hurt.

“ Thanks Shelldon.. ”

You murmur, rubbing your neck. Shelldon beams with pride towards you until Donnie steps between you both. His mechanical spider limbs shooting out once more to make some distance between you two.

" I’d appreciate you not fraternizing with the enemy, Shelldon. ”

He steps away from you and closer to Shelldon.

“ But Donnie, Violet Virus isn’t the enemy! ”

“ Yeah, I’m not an enemy, Donnie, just listen to me for a second! ”

“ Firstly, Shelldon, you’re on a friendly name basis with this fiend?! And secondly, Violet Virus, how do you know who I am? Does my reputation exceed me, I wonder? ”

He pauses for a moment to think to himself, likely basking in the idea of his popularity reaching farther, then shakes away the thought. Donnie takes a few steps closer to you with an intimidating air.

“ This is no good, no, no. Violet Virus, might it have been you who— Hold on. ”

As his gaze fixates on your glasses, you sharply suck in a breath by accident. Coughing, everything you wanted to say caught up too quick for even a single word to slip out. You needed to tell him! What will he think, that you’re a thief?

“ Wait—“

“ How do you have that, that’s.. Wait. ”

He crosses his arms, tapping his index against his bicep as he circles around you. Donnie stops in front of you, hums something mid-thought, then cracks a smile.

“ Ah, I get it now. How clever you are, my dear. ”

“ What? ”

You hesitate as he closes the gap between you both. His face softens as his hands make quick work of sliding your broken mask off. Without needing to explain a word, it seems he made quick work of who you were.

“ So this is what you’ve been up to.. Why? ”

His hand caresses your cheek.

“ I… Wanted to get back at the Purple Dragons—for you.. ”

Donnie cracks a bigger grin and chuckles, leaning a bit to plant a chaste kiss on your lips.

“ We can discuss this when we get home, then. ”

[sl-walker]

Literally the only thing otw-archive collects as information about its users. That's it.

ETA, a more detailed writeup:

This is literally all anyone can see from the back-end of otw-archive, which runs AO3, CFAA, Ad Astra, superlove and SquidgeWorld Archive. The software collects no real user data. The IP address shown here is the localhost, which means we can't even see your IP address from the software itself. You have to legitimately go into the back-end server logs and play 'find one of the millions of unique users and somehow -- almost impossibly -- match their IP to a username'. But even if they somehow managed to miracle that into existence, you could defeat it in two seconds flat with a VPN. Not that it's likely they could.

This should hopefully demystify exactly what all AO3 really collects on its users. It's not much. It even makes it pretty hard to stop spammers/scammers/other bad actors because they collect so little. Even on my comparatively tiny archives, I had someone circumvent a ban because there was no way to prove it was them until they slipped up and screwed up.

Even then, if somehow they knew your username and IP address (almost impossible) there's no way AO3 knows your wallet names. Not even if you're a member and donate; they intentionally keep their archive userbase and donation databases separate!

Your identity is safer on an otw-archive installation than it is on almost any other website out there. Not only isn't OTW selling your information, they don't actually have any to sell.

I hope this helps people feel a little more informed and safer. I'm running the exact same software AO3 runs on, so you're seeing here all we can see in terms of user data.

[resident-idiot-simp]

Idea

Laura taking a job that Wade said she's be good at. So she takes it but it catches either (and these are two different options we could take.)

The Avengers or the X-Men's attention. (Or you could also do both 🤔)

The Avengers try to catch her (It doesn't go very well) but eventually with enough of them they manage to detain her. They ask what she's doing and she just shrugs and tells them where the gold card is on her. She explains she just doing a job and that she's just cleaning up scum.

They demand her name and she just rolls her eyes at them. "Laura." She gets blank stares, "I don't know what last name you want I have many."

"How so?" Tony asks.

"Well legally it's Kinney, but I'm also a Howlett and most recently Wilson has been added on top of that." She answers with a shrug.

"The databases say you don't exist." Tony told her and she nods. "That's because I'm also x23 I'm just scientific experiment gone wrong." Again she sounds unbothered but everyone else shares looks.

"What kind of experiment?" Steve asked.

Laura just smiles and shows far too sharp fangs. "A clone of the perfect weapon hence my second name."

"Howlett." Steve offers.

"You know him." Laura shot back.

Everyone looked between the two in confusion. "I know him?" Steve asked skeptically.

"Good old." She snorted to herself, "old." She muttered to herself with a smile before continuing, "Lucky James."

Steve's eyes went wide, "No he's dead that was in the war." He dismissed.

Laura raised an eyebrow at him and Steve started to look at her closer and sure enough they looked so similar. "Please you think 70 years will slow him down? He's well over 200 that's more than double your age. Besides he wouldn't be the perfect soldier if he was anything but nigh invincible."

"Are you trying to tell us your cloned after someone who's practically immortal?" Bruce asked dubiously.

Laura just shrugged, "He was weapon X."

Tony could confirm that yes they were documents on a 'Weapon X' and it was...gruesome to say the least.

"Wilson?" Clint asked hesitantly like he already knew the answer.

She reared back and smiled with all her teeth. Clint flinched back at that, "I think you already know." She said simply and Clint looked horrified.

"Your to young for him " Clint said with conviction and Laura looked disgusted at the insinuation. "Hell no, he's my pop." She answered with a shrug.

Clint seemed more scared at that. Steve turned to him and asked, "Who are you talking about?"

"Deadpool." Clint breathed. Everyone shot back around to look at Laura. "I'm taking this job on his suggestion, but don't freak out too much Papá also knows so it's not like he's going to find out and flip as well. You only have to worry about the fact you captured me."

This did not placate Clint or now a nervous looking Natasha.

"Just let me go and we don't have a problem, I have nothing against you and as long as I make it home before Al goes out for bingo no one will cause an issue."

"let her go Tony " Natasha ordered.

Tony blinked surprised down at her, "Are you serious that's all it takes to let her go?!" He is genuinely astounded, he had never seen Natasha this rattled.

"You don't mess with Deadpool and he doesn't mess with you." She said simply and Tony now desperately wanted to meet the man who frazzled the spys so.

Tony opened the cell and Laura stepped out glancing over them all, "Pleasure doing business with you." She nodded before waking over to the man she had been hunting and with a slash she took off his ring finger. Everyone in the room flinched eyeing the claws wearily.

She put the finger in a ziplock bag before walking off.

A few minutes later a echoing laugh caught their attention. Clint and Nat flinched before looking around. Out of the dark walked a man the size of a tank in red and black. Deadpool.

"Your lucky she knows me so well or one of you would be in pieces right now." Deadpool told them in a flat voice. It seemed to put the spies on edge even more.

"We didn't know we're sorry." Natasha apologized honestly, Deadpool crossed his arms and nodded. "What confuses me is what would The Avengers be going after Mr. pedophile over there? Because that's not your job unless of course you're going after mini?"

Silence.

"Humm what about her is so intriguing to shield because let me tell you one government group got her already and that will never happen again. Mark my words I'll die before that happens." Deadpool is still eerily calm.

Tony suddenly understands why Clint and Natasha seemed scared.

"If they come sniffing around again." A small chuckle, "They can find out the hard way just like so many others what happens when you hurt what's ours." Deadpool finished with a shake of his head.

Suddenly a low growl emanated from behind them they jumped around. This man was shorter but built like a linebacker or bull and he wore yellow and blue. He had the same sharp teeth and looked so similar to Laura it was unmistakable who this was. He even had the claws only there were three instead of two.

Steve couldn't believe his eyes. Laura wasn't lying there he was still alive. But he barely gave Steve even he passing glance as he assessed everyone that was in front of him.

"I've destroyed a government facility ones by myself I can easily do it again." He growled and Tony could easily confirm that with the information he had found out.

Deadpool walked around them and leaned himself over the order man. "And don't count me out I've done my fair share of government facility takedowns. The Weapons X off shoot went boom too."

The Avengers nodded their understanding, Deadpool clapped "Wonderful now we went to go home to are daughter, dog , and blind Coke addicted roommate. Toodaloo." He clapped at the end with a joyous tone before spinning on his heel and leaving. Logan following behind after giving one last glare

(I could do the other two options later if you are interested also I think this count is a drabble so I'll probably post it tomorrow to AO3)

Avengers and X-Men

[phone4pills]

does robot!chris know how to give head to nerd!reader? if so, i defff need something ab that.. 🌚

you guys are so horny 😭 yes he does know how to do that. and he can do a lot more. being a robot, he knows a ton about human biology and he knows exactly where to hit to make you feel good.

robot!Chris is indeed a munch

“need… more… space.” the boy beneath you mumbled, spreading your legs further so his face could comfortable praise your garden. his tongue ravaged away at your opening, constantly collecting the warm juices that trickled down onto it, swallowing, and then returning for more.

you’d never been so flustered before. and you remember vividly when you feel flat onto your face back in high school and broken the glasses you used to wear. but this was another kind of nerve. one that caused your heart to flutter and your knees to weaken under the warm grip of Chris’ scar-ridden hands. “ah, I don’t know if I can do th-”

Chris’ teeth nibbled at your clit, interrupting whatever you were planning on saying. and you’d forgotten every syllable that had formed in your mind. his blunt nails dug into the skin of your upper legs, grasping and kneading for more contact. and in that moment, you lost it all. you couldn’t hold it in.

“you told me to make you feel good. my database states that women enjoy it when-” you pressed a finger to his lips, searching in your closet for a fresh pair of panties with the hand that was previously holding your towel tightly around your body.

it was a big mistake to let go. big mistake.