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shellaxdude · 3 months ago

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TMNTgust Prompts! get your prompts here! (below the cut)

information: tmntgust is a tmnt based writing event similar to events like inktober and tmntember. posting for the event will begin on august 1st, 2025. to give participants more time to make something for each day the prompt list is going up in advance. this event is open to all tmnt iterations, including fan iterations. there are 41 prompts. one for each day of the month of august and 10 bonus prompts. feel free to alter any prompt here as you please or sub in one of the bonus prompts for any you dont like/dont feel inspired for (my feelings wont be hurt). there are no rules for this event, so feel free to do as many prompts as you like, or feel free to skip around to your heart's content. when you post a work to tumblr, feel free to tag this blog and ill reblog it (provided it is not nsfw bc im not comfortable with that, especially for tmnt stuff). closer to the beginning of the event ill have a collection on ao3 up that you can add your works to if youd like.

i think thats all the important information! if yall have any questions, comments, concerns (or just want to say hi) just shoot me an ask! without any further ado, i present to you all, the tmntgust prompt list! happy writing!

April and Raph getting up to shenanigans - @error-core-animations

Donnie finds an old robot vacuum cleaner, adds some upgrades . . . and then loses it

Someone follows Mikey home

Donnie’s hands are injured: his brothers have to help out while he heals

Raph comes home in bad shape

A sewer tunnel caves in, and Leo is trapped

There is a leak somewhere in the sewers above the Lair and the water is getting in. No one from the city has come to fix it on their own, so Donnie has to do it.

Turtles go undercover on a passenger train to find a person of interest (killer, thief, mutant,time traveller, etc. could be a long ride or a short one)

An item that used to belong to Hamato Yoshi appears and the turtles must mount a mission to retrieve it for Splinter (whether he was Hamato Yoshi or not)

Future AU where one of the last surviving core turtles finds a photograph of their family that they haven’t seen in years

200 years in the future, a group of scientists discover the location of the turtles’ lair, looking for information that might help them in their current plight (The Batman (2004) cartoon season 4 episode 7 is the inspiration for this)

After an altercation with their enemies goes wrong, the turtles find themselves stranded at sea in a small sailboat. What could possibly go wrong?

Beach episode! Let the kids have fun!

The turtles parkour through the city, having the time of their lives. Until one turtle almost becomes street pizza and they have to calm them and each other down

Mikey trying to get more human friends - @error-core-animations

Leo and Donnie go on a trip to upstate New York to witness a celestial phenomenon (northern lights, comet, moon shenanigans, stargazing, etc) (maybe the others come along for the ride, but they better bring snacks)

Casey meets the turtles in a Monster Hunter AU. He’s been hunting them as monsters and now he’s finally found them *cue dramatic music*

Splinter and Shredder talking/arguing - @error-core-animations

Time travel! Donatello has just invented a time machine! Unluckily for the others, it works! However, the timing could not be worse as New York is attacked by something and they desperately need Donatello back.

Mikey follows a stray cat through NYC. He has the weird feeling it’s trying to show him something . . .

Give one of the turtles fantasy magic. They’re having a blast with it, but is this a gift or a curse?

One of the turtles opens up about being afraid every time they go out to fight off villains. The others reassure them that this is what bravery is

Raph is bored. Unfortunately (?) for Mikey, Raph has a solution to that

One of the turtles gets a cursed (or blessed) item thrust upon them from the owner of an antique store

One of the turtles takes respite beneath a structure in the middle of some poor weather (rain or snow). While there, they spot a creature that should not exist (be it extinct, mythical, or other). Curiosity gets the better of them and they decide to follow it.

There’s a large mutant creature running around in NYC, wreaking havoc. The turtles have decided to step up to the plate and handle it, but they discover that not everything is as it seems

During an altercation, a turtle gets knocked into a pile of garbage. They see a bright flash of light, and emerge to find that the other turtles and their adversary are all gone. Where did everyone go? And how do they get them back? Can they get them back?

Someone gets hit with a truth spell or serum and cannot stop being brutally honest. This causes problems when they need to save face, keep out of trouble with splinter, or keep important info from an enemy.

Something is in the Lair and the turtles need to find it before it finds them.

Donnie receives a strange signal and he’s not sure what it is.

Local mob boss receives an ominous letter at the claws of an unusual messenger bird. Somehow this becomes the turtles’ problem and they’re not happy about it.

Bonus!

One of the turtles gets lost in the sewer and the remaining people have to go get them out

Someone has a really bad day (ex: injury, lost item/pet, attacked, lost, etc). The rest of the family try to make it better.

One of the turtles gets a tattoo or piercing?

POV you’re the turtle’s vehicle.

Someone turns invisible for a full day.

Farmhouse trip!

Raph has a secret collection that he’s afraid of his brothers discovering. Unfortunately, Mikey does not like leaving his brothers’ secrets as secrets.

The first time the turtles feel the sun on their skin (or go topside at all, if you’re not writing for 2012)

Mikey gets stuck in a tree. Is he a cat? Find out at 11.

Shredder’s POV. What’s he planning?

i tried to keep some of them vague enough that you can insert whatever character you want into there, but feel free to substitute characters as you want!

(i linked to the accounts of people who made submissions and wanted to be credited not everyone wanted credit)

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vase-of-lilies · 2 years ago

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My World, Your World

❀ Mommies!WandaNat x Little!Shapeshifting!reader (f)

❀ MD/LG dynamics, fluff, shapeshifting reader, pet names (sweetie, little bunny, firecracker), SFW age regression.

❀ Request: Oh crap there are fanfics of us (Natasha and Wanda react to fics about them) Dragon AU (Reader is a little who can shapeshift into a Dragon)fem reader is a little who shifts into a dragon and her mommies find this adorable.

❀A/N: I got this request from someone who found me on AO3! @SashaWalker2, thank you for your request and I hope that I fulfilled it to your liking! I have never done anything with shapeshifting before, so this will be a fun and new adventure for me:D I have been doing research (watching how to train your dragon) so I really hope this turns out! :D

The world you live in is a little… crazy. Earth 0092 is what it is called by the Avengers. The Avengers are from a different type of earth, but they are currently being hunted on that earth, so they came to this one. The one where you call home. They made themselves a part of your world when they arrived through a portal at the top of a skyscraper in the city. At first, it was cool since you had seen something like it before, but once you saw a man made of Iron, a godly looking one with a hammer, and one with a metal arm, you were officially scared.

Meeting two of them made it better. The two women you met were named Natasha and Wanda. Natasha had short, white-dyed hair, and Wanda had beautiful long natural red hair. They were both equally beautiful and equally different from each other. Both had different attributes, such as Natasha. She had more of a protective personality while Wanda had a motherly instinct as well as a loving personality.

You had met them while you were working the register at a record store. It was Wanda that you had noticed first. However, it was Natasha that noticed you first. You stood out like a sore thumb in the dark lighting of the store. A pink striped shirt with a blue cardigan over the top, blue jeans with a couple tears in them, along with a pair of messy paint-covered Converse. [Or any type of stick-out-like-a-sore-thumb outfit:)]

Nat smiled at you, and you returned that smile with a question. “How can I help you ladies today?” You ask, and Wanda turns to you once she hears your voice. The two women look at each other and shrug.

“We wanted to see what music you had here. We are new in town and would love to compare.” Wanda said, smiling at you from the first aisle of records for sale. You hum at the odd statement, the music you have here being the only music in the whole world. There are four artists that make music that you know of, and everywhere else streams the same music. They must be really new if they didn’t know about the four artists…

You nod softly, not sure what they were to expect, but you let them explore your shop without bothering them. You couldn’t help but hear them talk to each other about what they found; “Wait, these are the same people who wrote this. Are there only a few people who made it to this shop?” The white-haired woman asks, confusion lacing her voice.

You connected the dots from the day the portal showed up.

“You must be a part of the Avengers team that showed up the other day!” You exclaim, walking over to them. They nod in response and watch you as you grab four of your favorite records. “These guys are super cool, they formed about 293 years ago and have been keeping up with the times. They are robots, in case you didn’t know. And this lady, she is super cool. She has written too many songs to count. But she sounds like a siren. Maybe she is one but cut out her powers when she sings. Im not sure. Anyway! I hope you can find what you are looking for.”

Wanda and Natasha watch you with a smile as you explain how the shops and music work in this world. They take the recommendations with open minds and decide that they would come back another time with more questions. And they did come back! They came every day that week to get to know you and the shop.

It was after the full 7 days of visiting you that they finally decided to ask you out on a date with them. You said yes, and they were slightly surprised when you were so direct with them. On Earth 0092, there was no such thing as homophobia, everyone was equally ok with one another and left people alone. It was definitely a world that Wanda and Nat could get used to as they were ridiculed on the earth they were living on.

The first date you all went on was one of the best experiences! You had never been very active in the dating scene, but you knew once you found the right person (or people) you would know that you were in good hands. As you got to know Wanda and Natasha, you found out things about their earth that you never could have imagined.

“Man, humans are assholes.” You conclude, hearing the way they explain the fact that politicians are the ones who target them, and are the most evil in their world. It surprises you most to find out that a lot of what is a reality in your world, is complete fiction in their world. One thing in specific: Dragons.

When they came to Earth 0092, they notices immediately that there were dragons in this world. But they also saw humans, so they suspected that the majority of the population was just ok with having dragons from the mountains wander around. They of course didn’t know that those were actual people that lay underneath the vicious yet gentle dragons they see in the sky above all of the buildings.

It was a dragon's world, with humans adapting and growing up with them. Some include shapeshifters who care for the pureblood dragons. You yourself were a dragon, but at your age in human years, you are [enter your above 18 age here]. Which means you are only a baby dragon at this point. You have not yet transformed yet, and you don’t know when it's going to happen. Some humans have transformed at the age of 14 or 15, but you were a late “bloomer.” Well, that's what your mother called you.

You chuckled along with Wanda and Natasha as they expressed their fears of fire-breathing dragons, and dragons that they thought would hurt them. But you were able to soothe them easily, “I promise you, they are harmless unless you provoke them. They used to be our enemies, but someone decided to ride one and tame it. They are almost like puppies in that aspect. They just want to be loved, and cared for.”

They listened to you, and you were so grateful for that. You really liked the way you felt when they were kind to you, and understanding the reality of your world. They told you stories of their world, where dragons were seen as enemies through movies, and how they were “slain” when a princess needed to be saved. They even told you about an interesting story from a movie called “Shrek” where a donkey and a dragon had children. (?) It confused you a little bit, but you listened with an open mind.

“So, what do you like to do for fun?” Wanda asked you, and you really had to think about it without exposing yourself. Your… littler self.

“Well, I really like to color, ADULT coloring books! I like coloring in adult coloring books, with colored pencils and paint and stuff. I also like listening to that robot band I told you about. But other than that, I really like to travel. Just around.” You said, almost exposing a rather embarrassing side of you in your opinion. What you would find out, is that it is perfectly natural and the two women would be supportive of you.

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It had been a few months now since the Avengers had shown up to your world, and the two women you had gone on a few dates with had convinced you to move in with them. They had found a comfy apartment, slightly bigger than your former one, and had helped you adapt to a lifestyle of living with people that love and care for you.

As Wanda sits on the couch and scrolls through this world's social media, you and Natasha are baking cookies in the kitchen. You two are laughing and taking in each other's company but as you look through the island window to the living room, you see Wanda staring at her phone in shock. You tilt your head and you ask her, “Is everything ok, Wan?”

To your surprise, she responds with a small chuckle. “People are writing stories about us…” She says, piquing your interest as turns her phone towards you and Natasha. You approach her and you let out a small laugh as you look at the screen flooded with pictures and stories about Wanda and Natasha. You sigh in relief as you don’t see anything about you, but you can’t help but get a little jealous, seeing all of these men and women talking and fantasizing about your girlfriends.

“Wait, are these fan fictions of us?” Nat asks, genuinely surprised.

You let out a huff, and sit back against the cushions. You hear a small chuckle and you see Natasha giving you a side eye asking, “Aw, is our little baby jealous?”

You shake your head defiantly and look at the pictures slide-showing on the large screen TV in front of you. Wanda and Nat give each other a sly look, and Wanda puts her phone down, giving her full attention to you. “Hey, sweetie, look we won’t read that stuff. I would rather spend my time with you and Natty. I wouldn’t want our little one to feel betrayed, right mama?” Wanda looks up at Nat smiling as you begin to fall into the space that they so willingly took in.

You were certainly surprised at first when they accepted you but were eternally grateful that they loved you the same. Once you told them that you were got little, they understood knowing that it was a thing back on their Earth, but still wanted to explore more with you.

As you fall deeper into your little space, you lay your head on your Mommy Wandas' chest, sighing and letting out a small whine. “Don wan to see ovver (other) peepo (people) tawking (talking) ’bout yous and mama.” Tears threaten to spill out of your eyes, the quivering of your lip making your mommies coo at you.

“Oh my sweet little bunny, it's ok, we promise to not read that stuff, ok? We pinky promise!” Nat holds out her pinky in front of you as she kneels down, and you link your pinky through hers.

“Onwy (only) if yous pwomise (promise).” You reply, sighing, your eyes watching a piece of dust fly towards you. In the same moment of not really thinking, you sniffle and that little fleck of dust lands right inside of your nose. Letting out a whimper, you feel the sudden need to sneeze.

Sucking in a deep breath, your nose tickles in just the right place and you let out a loud sneeze. In an unexpected instance the room filled with a soft pink puff of smoke. Wanda and Natasha looked at each other, confused beyond their mind.

“Oh, my god…” Wanda whispers, looking at the little pink dragon curled up and asleep in her lap.

“Why didn’t she tell us she was a dragon too?” Nat whispers, running her finger softly over the small spikes that line your back. “She’s just a baby one too…” You react to your spikes being touched by squirming a little bit. You let out a sigh and a little puff of smoke comes from your mouth, indicating that you were a fire-breathing dragon.

Wanda tilts her head at your sleeping form, “She seems harmless, she has to be, right?” She says, praying to her god that she is safe, even in the loving presence of you. Well, dragon-you.

Your breaths are soft and you look peaceful in your moment of sleep, the two women looking down at you with love, adoration, and care in their eyes. As you squirm a little, Wanda gently picks you up, fitting you perfectly in her cupped hands, up and lays you on the small pillow decorating the couch. “There you go, little one, all comfy and cozy.” Wanda smiles, gently running a finger over your pink, scaly snout.

With a small ‘boop’ to your nose, your two mommies chuckle at the way your dark magenta nose scrunches in response. Wanda takes note and keeps that maneuver for future use. Wanda and Natasha sit on the couch together, holding each other and keeping an eye on you until you woke up. Just a few minutes later, your little legs stretch in front of you and the cutest yawn ever seen escaped your mouth.

“Oh my god, that- that was absolutely adorable!” Wanda says quietly, not wanting to frighten you in your sleepy state. She ogled at your pink scales that shimmered in the light from the sun. She wondered ‘Does she play like a dog?’ She thought she could buy you toys and made sure to add a couple to her grocery list the next time she went.

As you were waking up, you let out a small growl and your eyes flutter open. Once you see where you are and who is around you, you sit up and stretch almost like a dog. Your tail stretches out and wags a little bit as you sit down on the pillow, looking up at Wanda and Natasha with innocent, puppy eyes.

They are a little cautious at first, knowing that some dragons can be dangerous. “Hi, little one, can you understand me?” Wanda says, leaning on her hands on her knees as she looks you over. A little tilt of your head and a small nod make it known to the two women to that you can understand them.

You do a little spin, and you hold up your small yet big claws, indicating that you want to hold onto one of their hands. Natasha takes your talon (dragon paw) and smiles as you flex it just like you were holding it as a human. As you take your talon away from her hand you jump off of the couch, letting out a small ‘hmph’ as you lose your balance and topple over on the soft rug below you. With a little shake of your head, you stand up and walk around the legs of Wanda.

They both chuckle and Wanda picks you up. “I didn’t know our little one was the cutest little dragon ever!” She coos at you and you visibly smile up at her. Your eyes sparkle in the sun and you nuzzle your snout against her chest, your tongue licking small strips on her neck.

Natasha steps behind her wife, looking down at you with a bright smile, petting your head with a gentle hand. “Our little firecracker.” She says in a small voice.

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After a few weeks of changing in and out of your dragon form, your two mommies have sometimes come home to a pillow or two torn up and fluff all over the place. Or you passed out on the little dragon bed they bought for you. As you grew, so did the bed, but since you were still just a baby dragon, you did not grow so big. But it was always a joy for your mommies to come home to see you.

Even on days when you weren’t feeling yourself, they loved you to the fullest in both human and dragon form. They would know exactly how you feel the moment they see you laying down on the couch, where you really aren’t supposed to be when you are a dragon, but they can sense something is wrong.

They care for you so, so much, and love you even more. Nothing would change that fact. No outburst, tiny fire your breath causes, especially being a dragon. Absolutely nothing. And you love them for that. You constantly thank them and never disappoint them in the slightest. The most you do is set a pillow on fire, but that's an easy fix thanks to Wandas' powers.

They will never stop loving you, no matter what happens.

#wandanat x little reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #wandanat x reader #wanda x female reader #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda marvel #wanda x you #wandanat #wandanat x female reader #natasha x reader

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unded1droid · 7 months ago

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SOURSCEEN FANFIC

I posted this on Ao3 but I rlly liked it so I decided to cross post it on here ^^

‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ -♡ - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿

Taco awoke from her sleep hyperventilating and sweating, “god that one was fucking terrible” she thought to herself as she sat in her bed processing her nightmare that she couldnt even remember all that well to be honest which is probably for the better but it still shook her up to the point where she couldnt feel her boyfriend waking up.

“Taco, are you ok?” Mepad asked, sitting up holding himself up with one arm and the other resting on Taco's shoulder, “yes dear im fine, thank you for asking, you can go back to sleep” Taco responded, which didn't fool Mepad for a second.

Mepad moved his hand down from her shoulder to her wrist “my love i can feel your heart racing” Taco let out a sigh and rested on the pillows bellow her “i had a nightmare, but im fine trust me” Taco spoke which once again could not fool Mepad for a second.

After sitting in silence for a few moments Mepad had a idea, he grabbed Taco and sitting her in his lap “Mepad what are you doing” Taco asked “just seeing if this will calm you down my love” he responded as he began to stroke Tacos hair and began to rub her thigh “is it working” he asked which earned a small nod from the girl beneath him.

After a few minutes had past Taco was fast asleep in the robots arms, Mepad layed there for a few more minutes after Taco was asleep stroking her hair with one hand and his other hand intertwined with one of hers, he didn't want to remove Taco from his lap so he opted to just sleep like that, Taco in his lap, hands intertwined and the hand that was stroking her hair now found a much more comfortable place to rest on Tacos waist

Soon Mepad fell asleep, his girlfriend, future wife and love of his life in his arms resting peacefully and secure in his arms.

‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ -× - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿

(if you read this on Ao3 and know my acc no you don't shhhhhhhh)

#inanimate insanity #sourscreen #tacopad #taco ii #inanimate insanity taco #ii taco #mepad ii #ii mepad #taco x mepad #ii fanfic #inanimate insanity mepad #fanfic

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gogogodzilla · 2 years ago

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day 26, sensory deprivation

wanda maximoff x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, reader calls wanda mommy, slight dubcon, fingering, cunnilingus, dirty talk, more plot than porn, im sorry yall i got carried away, continuation of day 13 kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

You hunch over the kitchen sink as the steady thrum behind your temples refuses to cease. Ever since Halloween, you have been getting these sharp pains that radiated throughout your skull, not to mention the visions.

You see hallucinations of yourself or someone who looks like you, living another life. You see yourself wearing that same outfit that you did on Halloween fighting monsters that you can’t even begin to describe and robots, out of all things. You see yourself lounging around with people who you think are your friends drinking and attempting to lift a hammer of sorts.

The visions come in quick flashes that leave you sick to your stomach and disoriented afterward. Slowly, you regain your senses enough to straighten. The sounds of Billy and Tommy’s video game and them rapidly pushing the buttons on their controllers fill your ears as you get your bearings. You’re right where you’re supposed to be.

Suddenly, they call for you. You hurry to right yourself, trailing a hand soothingly over your temple before you venture into the living room.

“Our game keeps changing,” Tommy complains as you watch as the controllers are surrounded by red, pixelated energy every few moments and change in their hands. You raise a brow, at a loss for words.

Before you can even begin to offer an answer, the twins are off running upstairs. “Boys!” you call, but they’re already gone. You chase after them, your footsteps echoing on the stairs.

“Mom, our game is freaking out!” you hear Billy exclaim as they rush into your bedroom.

“Is she asleep?” Tommy asks as you reach your bedroom door.

Wanda’s voice is muffled as she replies, “Mommy’s not sleeping, honey. She’s just resting her eyes.”

You rest a hand on either of the boy’s shoulders, “What did I say about letting mommy rest? I told you she’s not feeling well.”

Billy turns to face you, rubbing his temples, “But, my head feels weird. It’s, like, really noisy. I don’t like it.”

You pressed a kiss to his forehead. “My head’s been feeling a little funny, too,” you murmur before ushering the boys out of your bedroom. “It’s okay, honey, let’s let mommy rest, and we can find something for your head.”

As you reach the bottom of the stairs, your vision blurs for a moment and you blink rapidly. You’re sitting on the living room couch with no one in front of you. You find yourself talking to an invisible presence.

“I’m not sure what’s happening to me,” a mix of a sigh and a laugh leaves you. “Wanda is bedbound, and I have two boys to take care of. I don’t what I’m doing, but I do know that they don’t need to see her like this.”

Your vision blurs again and the next thing you know you’re standing at the bottom of the stairs, right where you were. You stumble a little bit, as you shake your head slightly.

As your vision clears, you notice the boys tugging a Wii remote between the two of them, arguing.

“I got to it first!” Tommy grunts, attempting to pull the controller toward himself.

“You always get to it first!” Billy counters.

You take a step between them grabbing the controller. “Boys,” you hiss, “now is not the time for petty arguments. At least wait until I’ve had my coffee for today, please.”

Tommy clings to your side, “We’ll be good.”

You lean down and press a kiss to the top of his head, “Thank you, honey.”

Movement out of the corner of your eye catches your attention and you turn toward the stairs. Wanda shuffles down the stairs, wearing one of your old t-shirts, sweatpants, and a robe. You’re not quite sure how you know it’s your shirt. Billy and Tommy share a look, confusion evident on their faces. Billy shrugs before turning his gaze toward you.

You follow Wanda into the kitchen, watching as she sets the jug of milk on the counter and retrieves a box of cereal out of the cabinet. She pauses as the jug flickers with the same pixelated red energy and changes into a carton.

“Honey, what’re you doing?” you question as you stand on the other side of the counter. Wanda sniffs her spoonful of cereal before bringing it to her mouth.

“Cereal,” she answers as the milk flickers and changes once again.

She shuffles out into the living room and you follow closely. She takes a seat between the boys, and a knock sounds at your door. You take a few steps toward the front door, but Wanda raises her hand and red tendrils surround the door and open it.

“Hi, Agnes,” she calls as Agnes enters your home. “I’d get up,” she says as she begins to laugh, “but I just don’t want to.”

Agnes’s eyes dart from the back of Wanda’s head to yours, and you grimace. She rounds the couch and you follow her, “Hey, boys, why don’t we give your parents some me time?”

Wanda straightens and gasps softly, “Agnes, are you sure?”

“Oh, abso-positively,” Agnes beams, reaching a hand out to the boys.

“Do we have to?” Tommy groans as he nears Agnes.

Both you and Wanda nod. You need to figure out what's going on with her and be there for her. You can’t do that if you're looking after the boys and making sure they don’t destroy your house.

You shoo them along, “It’s okay, boys, I’ll take care of mommy. You go and have fun with Agnes.”

Agnes chuckles, “I promise, I won’t bite.”

And with that, they’re gone. It feels like it’s been years since you’ve been alone with Wanda, even though you were with her all of last night. You take a seat beside her on the couch and set a gentle hand on her thigh.

“Are you doing okay, my love?” you ask, gaze soft as you turn to look at her.

She flicks on the TV with a grin, “Why wouldn’t I be okay?”

As soon as she answers the potted plant begins flashing just like Billy and Tommy’s game and just like the milk jug. Next is the fireplace and then the TV. Wanda straightens as the various items in your living room begin rapidly changing. With a flick of her wrist, all the items are back as they once were.

“Why don’t we go upstairs and relax? Everything seems a bit… distracting down here,” you suggest as you stand. You hold out your hand for her to take, and she hesitates for just a moment. “C’mon, let me take care of you,” you urge, shaking your hand slightly.

Wanda grasps your hand and you lead her up to your bedroom. Memories of the last time you were here flood your mind, and the thoughts lingering in your mind make your cheeks flush.

You turn to face Wanda, and it appears as if she had the same line of thought as her gaze drifts to the bed, left messy from her groggy exit this morning. Wanda tugs her robe off and throw it to the other side of the room.

You gently grab her hand and usher her toward the bed. The backs of her thighs hit the edge of the bed and she sits, allowing you to tower over her.

You tuck a loose strange of red hair behind her ear, “It’s going to be okay, love.”

She leans into your touch, humming a bit, “You know, I’m usually the one taking care of you.”

“You think you can let me take the reins today?” you ask, grinning.

She pretends to think it over before sighing, “I think I would like that.”

You reach into the bedside drawer and are pleasantly surprised to find exactly what you were looking for. You pull out a silk blindfold and silk restraints, holding them up for Wanda to see. She nods, wordlessly giving you permission to have your way with her.

She lifts her arms so you can tie them up, and your fingers work expertly as they secure her wrists to the headboard. You aren’t sure how your hands know what to do, it’s almost like muscle memory. You reach for the blindfold and gently pull her hair out of its ponytail so you can wrap the blindfold around her head.

“You’re gonna let me know if it’s too much?” you ask as you straddle her waist.

She nods, “I trust you, baby.”

You hum before pressing a soft kiss to her lips. It’s sensual and sweet— the exact opposite of the thoughts that are currently running through your mind. Desire courses through your veins as you deepen the kiss, swiping your tongue across her bottom lip and ravishing the inside of her mouth.

You groan at the taste of her, sweet like the cereal she had earlier. You pull away, just for a moment, to trail kisses down the side of her, loving the little gasps that leave her.

You slide down her body, trailing your hands over her breasts and down her abdomen. You hook your fingers into the waistband of her sweats, looking up at her through your lashes. She gives a curt nod, sensing your silent request for approval.

In one swift motion, you relieve her of her pants and underwear, leaving her bare. You gasp at the sight as heat pools in your belly. You situate yourself between her thighs, flushing as they automatically spread for you.

“So pretty, mommy,” you whisper, your breath fanning across her core. Her breath catches in her throat as she bucks her hips. You wrap your arms around her thighs, keeping her steady as you press kisses along the insides of her thighs.

She whines as you avoid everywhere except where she needs you.

“Don’t make me beg, baby,” she pants, a hint of warning dancing in her tone. She could easily flip the script and have you be the one begging. All it would take is a flick of her wrist and your reality would change.

The thought causes you to freeze just for a moment. Your… reality?

You’re drawn back into the moment by Wanda bucking her hips in your direction, and you’re reminded of the task at hand.

You run a soothing hand over her thigh, “I’m sorry, mommy. I’ll make you feel better. I promise.”

You press some final kisses before latching your lips onto her core, swiping your tongue through her folds. She tastes exquisite, and you can’t get enough of her. You eagerly lap at her core, taking in all of her. You dip your tongue into her entrance, loving the way she clenches around you.

Those perfect little whines and gasps were escaping her as your mouth worked its magic. You slide a hand up and under her shirt, kneading her breasts and relishing how soft her skin is under your fingertips. You rolled the pliable bud of her nipple through your fingers, eliciting a whine from her.

You slide the index finger of your free hand through her folds, coating it in her slick. You languidly sink your finger into her entrance and then pump it just as slowly. She groans as she throws her head back against the pillow.

You latch your lips onto her clit as you add another finger, increasing your pace. You swirl your tongue around her clit in a way that has her arching her back and whining. You curl your fingers inside her and reach that spongy spot that had her toes curling.

“Love that pretty little mouth of yours, baby,” she whines, clenching against you.

With one final thrust of your fingers, she’s cumming around you, a high-pitched mewl leaving her lips. Her hips rut against you, sending your fingers even deeper inside her. As she cums, red tendrils rush out of her and swirl around the two of you. The room changes rapidly around you, and your vision goes black.

You were a black widow. Natasha Romanoff rescued you from the Red Room, and you became an Avenger. You met Wanda when Ultron lifted Sokovia out of the sky and changed your life completely. Your life was never the same after that, and you’d been by her side ever since. That was until Thanos came and ripped your entire life apart at the seams. He took Wanda from you, and you wanted him dead. You grieved her for those five years, and you grieved everyone you lost afterward. The pain was too great, and Wanda wasn’t the same afterward. You couldn’t do it. She created this idyllic life for you. To keep the pain and the grief and the heartache from hurting you. To keep you with her.

You shake your head and blink rapidly. Your head is pressed against the plush of Wanda’s thighs, and you slowly lift your head. She was still coming down from her high and you remove your fingers from her, earning a sigh from her in return. Slowly, you go through the motions of untying her restraints and removing her blindfold.

She blinks a few times as her eyes adjust to the midday light shining through your bedroom window. You press your lips to her, attempting to convey all the emotions that were swirling through your mind.

She cups your cheek, and her eyebrows furrow as she looks over you, “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Is this real?”

She straightens, “What do you mean?”

“Please, Wanda,” you beg as your throat tightens, “how did I get here? What’s happening?” She stands and begins throwing her clothes back on, avoiding your gaze. You stand along with her, watching as she moves throughout the bedroom. “Please, just tell me. I won’t be mad, I swear.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she states as she heads out your bedroom door. You follow after her, your thoughts racing a mile a minute.

“I love you, and I don’t care how you made this possible. But, I deserve to know,” you pleaded with her as she walked into the kitchen.

She retrieved a cup from the cabinet, pressing her lips into a thin line. “I told you, I don’t understand what's happening and why I can’t fix it,” she says, exasperated as she throws her hands up.

“Wanda!” someone calls as they enter your home. You both straighten as you turn to the front door. Monica comes running into your house, panting.

“What are you doing?” Wanda hisses as she rounds the corner of the counter and steps in front of you.

“Wanda…”

“How did you get in here?”

“Listen to me,” Monica holds up her hands. “This whole thing is about them,” Monica started, pointing to you.

“Get out of my house,” Wanda demands, rage burning in her eyes.

“Hayward was trying to bring them—”

“Don’t talk to me about that. Don’t talk to me about my family,” Wanda orders as red tendrils wrap around Monica and push her out of your house. “I don’t want to hear about it.”

You follow as Wanda lifts Monica into the air for all the neighborhood to see. You are stunned as you watch their interaction play out. You don’t think you’ve seen this anger in Wanda before.

“The drones, the missiles, Pietro?” Wanda questions, lifting Monica higher in the air.

“No, wait, Pietro, no, no, no, that wasn’t us,” Monica stammers.

“All you do is lie!” Wanda shouts as she throws Monica toward the ground.

You rush forward, ready to catch Monica, but she halts her descent. Blue energy rushes out from the ground as she lands and looks up at Wanda with electric blue eyes. Wanda lets out a gasp and grabs your bicep, yanking you behind her.

Monica straightens as she stares down Wanda, “The only lies I’ve told are the ones you put in my mouth.”

A red ball of energy appears in Wanda’s hand, and the air seems to shift. “Careful what you say to me,” she warns.

“Don’t let him make you the villain,” Monica urges, an unspoken understanding of who they’re talking about passing between them.

The ball of energy brightens in her hand and she raises her brows, “Maybe I already am.”

You’re about to step in when Agnes rushes over, “Young lady, I think you overstayed your welcome. They’ve been through enough.”

She wraps an arm around you, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand on edge. She looped her other arm through Wanda’s and began to tug the two of you away.

“This doesn’t concern you,” Monica began.

“Run along dear,” Agatha urges as you begin to walk toward her house.

“Wanda, you have to take it down,” Monica calls, pleading with her.

“No,” Wanda snaps, turning to point at Monica. “Don’t make me hurt you.”

Your thoughts are racing as you get tugged away by Agnes. Wanda wraps a protective hand around your waist and pulls you closer. What have you gotten yourself into?

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda marvel #wanda x you #wandavision #scarlet witch #agatha harkness #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #no y/n #reader insert #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #wanda maximoff smut #mommy wanda

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sacuniversaltrip · 3 months ago

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WELCOME TO THE STAR AND COMSO UNIVERSAL AU TRIP !!

hi hi hello ! and WELCOMEE to the S&CuAUt!! this blog is a collaborative project between @roseetube & @eli-au !! we hope you enjoy this little AU we came up with on a wednesday night,, on this blog we will post comics, doodles, one-shot fics, etc etc !! [also! with the comics, there will be 2 different versions, Eli's version of the story, and Rose's version of the story, same characters, different scenarios)

make sure to check out our ao3 and tumblr pages ! we upload consistently about our au's and ao3's !!! check em out !! :D

╰┈➤ ⋆.ೃ LORE / STORY ! ࿔*:･

one day, lion takes star and cosmo to some place he wanted to show them, then once exploring around cosmo finds, some kind of, time thing? he isn't sure what it is, so he asks star, (star also doesn't know what said item is either), cosmo finds a button on the doohickey, his silly ass presses the button, the item starts to glow, then, BAM !!!! that's when their UNIVERSAL TRIP STARTS !!! they go around, meeting all of @eli-au 's AU's !! and some of @roxyz-silly-box's AU !!! [ go check out her ao3 !!](in a comic format,)

≡;- ꒰ ° MAIN CHARACTERS ! ꒱

MEET: COMSO AND STAR !! if your wondering who is who, then boy oh boy do I have an answer for you !! on the left, is COSMO ! on the right, is STAR !!

STAR and COMSO are STEVEN'S human and gem halves respectively. they have a brother-like relationship and always want to be in each other's company. they try to always be in physical contact (hand holding, leaning on each other, hugging, etc) for STAR'S safety and COSMO'S comfort.

COSMO is the brighter of the two (get it :3)!! he is very naive and that makes him more optimistic than his human. COSMO, or COS as STAR calls him, loves eating, sleeping, learning new things, or other very human activities, he has amnesia due to being rejuvenated during the whole spinel incident, so he is re-learning how to really live, to be human. he's definitely a clinger, always wanting to have his other half within arm's reach (such a snuggle bug). he dislikes, being alone for too long, large groups of people(bro spent most of his life alone in the fusionscape), and loud noises.

STAR is STEVEN's human half (do not call him STEVEN he will cry)!!! he is the lower energy one of the pair (consequences of STEVEN not sleeping enough), always using COSMO to slump over on. while fused, he is usually the "driver" and unfused he is the voice of reason between the two. He acts pretty similarly to how STEVEN was during the second half of future (more subdued/cynical). he enjoys naps, lazy nights with COMOS or CONNIE, and listening to other people yap (COS is a big yapper). He dislikes, too much physical activity, the diamonds, being compared to STEVEN, and being alone (he would probably die).

⇢ ˗ˏˋ AU LIST !! ࿐ྂ

so, you remember how earlier it was stated that STAR and COS were gonna be visiting a whole bunch of AU's? well, here's the overgrowing list of AU's they will be visiting !!

band!au - solarstars

dreamcore!au - playhouse

evil!au - shattered

gemswap!au - not my gem

cracked!au - cracked

possessed!au - not me

4thwall!au - other side

cry for help!au - used

white possessed!au - feared

back to the moon!au - back to the moon

itty bitty!au - itty bitty

escape!au - im not her

office!au - office

school band!au - school band

jester / clown!au - fools play

cracked!gem!au - destroyed

greedy!au - last stage capitalism

dead!au - ruined

paranoid!au - paranoid

restaurant!au - restaurant

weirdcore!au - bounce house

switchup!au - swap roles

manic!au - manic

computer!au - 8-bit chip

actor!au - actor

school theater!au - school theater

mech!au - your fault

lost interest!au - keep going

painter!au - artists passion

fast food!au - order up

band!amnesia!au - not centered

robot!au - metallic

alien!au - bug

onyx!au - onyx

goth!au - standing out

returned!au - you’ll make the change

diamond!au - overpowered

teamup!au - revenge

timetravel!au - overwritten

rubberhose!au - looney tunes

yandere!au - obsessive

cowboy!au - the other ruby rider

timekeeper!au - timekeeper

SO YEAH, THATS A LOT RIGHT ?? WELL, EXPECT UPDATES SOON !! ENJOY :D

refs with lighting under the cut:

#starandcosmouniversaltrip #steven universe #steven universe au #au #trip #space #space trip #collaboration #collab blog #yayayayyya #i love this sm #yes i have alot of aus dont ask #my mind is full of wonder #please chat we worked hard #su au #crossover #pink steven #steven universe future

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farolero-posting · 5 months ago

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hmm. Proto + B (i think im understanding that post right)

B = under cover of darkness.

So, anon. I have good news and bad news. Good news is I have an idea I've been rotating. Bad news is that it may take like 3 or 4 chapters to complete and... it won't be a happy ending.

Would you still like to try? Here, have the first chapter and maybe I'll get motivated to finish the rest soon.

Development

Chapter: 1/?

Words: 2477

Summary:

Silver can't help but notice a few odd things about the messiah, in the brief time they've met. At their request, she goes to investigate. What she finds may have unexpected consequences.

Read on AO3 here.

(full work below the cut as well)

Silver’s eyes were fixated on the board, her attention going from the cornered king, to her opponent’s pieces, all placed in strategic locations to ensure their victory. She kept replaying the last moves a few times. This was perplexing. She used a more straightforward strategy for this game, but she wasn’t trying to lose.

“Robot lady?” The child sitting in front of her spoke. “That is a checkmate, right? Did I win?”

She looked up. The savior kept their hands covered, but from their posture, leaning over the table, Silver inferred they were eager to get up and celebrate, waiting for the robot’s approval.

“Yes. You won.” She remembered to shape her face into a smile. “Not many have achieved that.”

“Woah! And I did it without help!” They looked to their right, as if listening to a distant voice. “And god says they’re proud of me.”

“That’s a good thing.” She said plainly.

Some may call it pride, but Silver wasn’t fully convinced of this outcome. She was intrigued, rather, that a child that didn’t have much experience in the game could have won against her, who had advanced strategies built into her code, and a winning rate of over 95%.

Something else popped up in her mind. The messiah seemed confident in their steps. She had watched them fix a solar battery on their own, movements as precise as her own. She watched them hold the amber she gave them with a look of slight recognition.

So she had to speak.

“...Niko? Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah?” They nodded their head excitedly, as they helped to put the pieces back where they belonged on the board.

“You said you haven’t played much chess, didn’t you?”

“Uh huh. Only with some kids in my village. They say I always get distracted and I lose my knights…”

“You didn’t lose either knight in this game,” Silver pointed out. “In fact, you always countered anything I tried doing. How did you do that?”

“Oh I… don’t know.”

“You don’t?”

“Uhm… It’s like I just saw what to do!” Niko shrugged. ”Like… when you see a very familiar place and you know exactly what to do!”

“Pattern recognition?” Silver offered.

“I guess? It’s… weird. This isn’t the first time it feels that way. It felt very strong when I went to the mines earlier.”

“When you had that hallucination.”

“I still think it’s a short dream.” Niko shook their head. “But I still saw something! The yellow light was there! On the tunnel!”

Was there? Silver hadn’t seen anything when she brought the messiah there, but she couldn’t recall ever staying in that area for long. Besides…

Well. After the power generator ran out of energy, she had assumed that any robots without a personal power cell would be inactive. It was far more likely that whoever had decided to go into the mines was following some inflexible programming that nobody could stir the right way, rather than doing so on their own volition. She didn’t think there was a point in visiting the mines after that.

Still, the possibility that this child saw something was non-zero.

“Hmm. That is intriguing.” Silver placed her hands on the table, as she motioned to stand up. “I’m not often driven by curiosity, but… is there any other thing that seemed strange to you since you appeared in this world?”

“Uhm… this… journal I woke up with.” Niko took out a book with a black clover on the cover. They opened it to reveal different pages. “I tried reading it but I couldn’t.” They raised their hand and clarified. “I can read most books. I just don’t know this language”. They flipped a few pages. “There are also a few drawings? And some pages are torn…“

“Give me the journal.” Silver pressed her finger on a page. She couldn't understand the writing, but she could recognize the layout of the room. “That’s… the entrance to the mines. And this page… It looks like an observation room, but not one I have visited.”

“We could go take a look?” the child suggested.

“No. It’s a safety violation for you.” Silver replied. “But… I could go on my own.”

“How will you do that? We never saw a minecart!”

“I’ll walk.”

“On the tracks?” Niko gasped, eyes looking down at Silver’s feet.

“Yes, the magnetic rails will hold me in place.” Silver stood up, and touched the journal again. “Do you want me to take a look and tell you what I find?”

Niko nodded.

“Can I take the journal, to give it a closer look? I will return it.”

“Okay…”

“Stay here, then. Will you be okay on your own?”

“I think so. I’m not alone.” The messiah said, sitting on the metallic bed nearby.

Silver took the lone phosphor lamp that sat by the entrance to the mines, she remembered replacing the shrimp in it just a few hours ago.

She took out the journal to look at it again. It was just like one of his friend’s usual travel logs. But then… he wouldn’t rip off parts of his journal, would he? Silver couldn’t remember an instance where that had happened. She guessed it could be a particular project of his. The design and materials looked exactly like the books she had seen her friend carry, so they had to be related.

Silver opened the page depicting the mines’ entrance. She didn’t know her friend had wanted to draw the cave. Why would he? He seemed to strongly favor outdoor locations. She turned the page to look at the observation room’s sketch. It seemed smaller than usual. Besides the usual computer terminals, there was a vaguely drawn box with writing next to it, but she couldn’t read it.

She couldn’t even recognize the writing system.

The robot wasted no more time, and stood on the rails.

The pull on her legs was strong, making her stand steady. She took careful steps, lowering the lamp so she could detect any damage on the railings. They were… in an unnaturally good state, especially the further she walked inside. She could have attributed it to gas vents, but the mines never had such problems. She was expecting bending or missing pieces from earthquakes, but there was no sign of damage. Still, she could take the time to look into that later. There is no point in fixating on something that isn’t a problem.

The tracks led to an observation room. She took the journal again, and was motioning to place the lamp in a good position to take a look when she noticed another lamp on the floor, intact.

Intact, the lamp sat next to a box.

A box she recognized as a power cell.

Her head turned as she scanned her surroundings, then faced left, to an entrance. As she walked towards it, a figure stood by it.

A robot with a singular bright, yellow eye stared back at Silver. The rest of his shape was covered in shadow.

“It’s… you,” she stated. “The robot who insisted on going back to the abandoned mines.” She moved her lamp closer, to get a better look of the individual in front of her.

The robot looked away from her, scanning the room on his own, then simply replied: “You are not who I am meant to speak to.”

“Pardon?”

“I can’t speak to you.”

“You just did.” She noticed the robot’s antennas tilting back, but she couldn’t discern what that meant.

“My interactions are limited at the moment,” he explained, looking aside. “How did you get here?”

“I just walked here following the rails.”

“And what made you come here?” He pressed on, his eye piercing through her.

Silver held the journal in her right hand, not easily visible to the robot in front of her. Her grip tightened.

“I was asked to investigate here, and report back on what I found.” She saw the robot’s eye shrink for a split second.

Silver was choosing her words carefully, as she was trying to decide her next step. She was told to look out for this robot, right? Her friend said so back then, too. There had to be a good reason for that, and the situation was already proving to be different from her expectations.

“Where is the savior right now?”

Silver froze, still staring at the robot. Did he know? She noticed his design, paired with his clothing, and came to a conclusion.

“You are a Prophetbot.” If that was the case, then she assumed his programming was that of a messenger, and would explain the prior questions as a standard screening process.

“Correct.” He was unfazed. “Where is the savior?” He insisted.

“They’re by the lookout point, in my house. They requested me to come here, as they can’t make the trip here without a vehicle.”

“So it may not be time yet.” Something felt somber in that statement.

“What?”

“Did they have a journal?”

Now she was intrigued.

“Yes. I have it.”

“Please give it to me.”

The Prophetbot took it, and with careful motions examined it, rubbing the black clover on the cover with his fingers. He waited, but whatever he was expecting to see happening to the book did not occur.

“I don’t have anything to say to you. You should just give it back to the rightful owner.” He returned the book.

“You…” Silver sighed, running out of patience. “Can you explain what this is about?”

“I don’t have a protocol on how to proceed in this scenario.”

Silver scoffed. “Did they really have to design multiple robots with such basic programming? If this was my creator’s idea…”

“I would not know.” As she stopped her complaints, he continued: “A lot of my memories have been removed, limiting the information available to me.”

“That seems unethical.”

“It was voluntary.”

“Then it’s unwise.”

“A backup still exists nearby.” The Prophetbot pointed towards the backroom. Silver could see the faint light of a monitoring wall, and another computer terminal. “If the system is updated, then one should be able to retrieve it and install it into my main drive.”

Silver stepped inside the backroom, passing by the Prophetbot.

She recognized the tracking system as soon as she saw it. The head engineer read the note next to it, likely made by another one of the workers. She could recall every single building, as she had visited them in every waking cycle, despite nothing changing save for a few stray square anomalies.

She never skipped a round after the guardian of the area lost their arm to them.

She quickly updated the information on the device, and the terminal next to it sent out a notification of completion. She walked towards it, read the text on the screen and turned back to the robot. He stood, frozen in place by the entrance.

“Don’t you want to install the backup?”

“I…” He closed his eye. “This is conflicting. The conditions haven’t been met.”

“But you need it.” Silver sighed. “At this point, I don’t know exactly what I’m expecting from you, but it doesn’t seem like staying in this state is productive for either of us.” She rested her back on the wall. “At least, having the missing information would let you look for any… protocol of yours.”

Click. The Prophetbot retrieved a disk from his forehead, and stared back at Silver.

“I see. We can reach an agreement. I will do it, under one condition.”

“Which would be?”

“Give the journal back to the messiah. Do not mention my presence.”

“Why not?”

“I have limited information, but I know it is vital that they continue as usual. Just… say you found some empty rooms.”

“What about helping them? Is that outside of your programming?”

“Someone else already did. It would be redundant.”

“You can come back here once they leave.”

“Alright. I will be back.”

–

Back in the lookout point, the messiah had placed the sun in a corner, and placed a few boxes to prevent it from moving. They’d gotten bored, and had decided to take on the task of cleaning around the robot lady’s cabin.

A framed photo had caught Niko’s attention before. Would it be too rude to take a look at it?

The child used the nearest chair in order to reach for the frame, carefully grabbing it. They recalled a time where they had a picture of their first day of school printed, and how their mom had helped them hang it on the living room’s wall. They carefully removed the dust on the house as they shared this story with their invisible companion.

In what seemed like just the right time, the robot lady arrived, carrying the journal with herself.

“Oh! You got here so soon!” Niko sprinted towards her, hiding the frame within their pockets. “So, how did it go?”

“Without novelty.”

The robot’s answer was quick, and she seemed unfazed… though that’s probably expected for robots, right? Niko wasn’t sure how well that logic worked, but it seemed good enough.

“Did the journal help you with anything?” They took it as she handed it, shaking her head. “Oh. I thought that would do something.”

“I didn’t find anything outside the usual machinery.” Silver scanned the room.

“But what about the yellow glow?” Niko insisted. “Did you find the source? Maybe there was a mirror!”

“Where’s the photograph?” The robot looked past them. Niko felt their guts drop.

“I’m sorry! I have it with me!” Their hands shivered as they took it out of their pocket. “It looked dusty so I wanted to clean it up for you a bit. To… thank you for the favor you did?”

The lady gave them a smile, she didn't seem upset. “I see.”

“I… think I know why you don’t clean it up though.” Niko looked down. “You can’t really make out the face of the person with you in the photo. They have a cool jacket though! Not my style but I know a neighbor who’d love it.”

“I rarely saw him wearing anything else. Though, I think he had two of them.”

“Is this your friend? The one that wanted to study the tower?”

“Yes.”

“He seems awesome!”

She didn’t reply.

“I… wasn’t able to help you. But this journal… may be related to his research. I’m not sure what place it has in your journey, but it’s important that you keep it. Take it with you. Maybe show it to someone else and see if they can help.”

“Do you think so? What if they can’t read it either?”

“He wouldn’t write without an intended recipient. Someone will. Off you go now, there’s nothing else for you to do here.”

“Thank you for everything! Goodbye, huh…”

“Silver.”

“Goodbye Silver! I’ll remember you.”

“Goodbye, messiah.”

#oneshot game #my writing #fic #alternate universe #silver #silver oneshot #niko #niko oneshot #prototype #prototype oneshot #idk what else to tag this with. i'll be kinda sad if this ends up becoming an unfinished project but yknow what #i wont know if i dont give it an opportunity

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