#mr. 4

[lazarus171]

[thefandomemma]

Villains and their fear alignments

Im not doing all of them up to where I am, just the ones I can think of and the big ones.

Buggy

Probably one of the easier ones, cus of his devil fruit. Flesh

Idk I don’t have much more to say abt him other then that I love him to-… ✨pieces✨

Arlong

My favorite one to figure out bc it took some thought.

Burried:

His control over Arlong park is heavily tied to DEBT, and keeping that debt over the town and over Nami, keeping it just out of reach for her to make it cus he CAN.

Arabasta group

Only doing important and more story heavy villains/ ones I remember/ like cus y not

Jango (he might have been earlier idc) clearly and probably one of the only one related to Distortion

Mr. 2 STRANGER and I love them for it, not fully aligned, cus they want to be known and seen but the devil fruits ability works so well for it

Mr. 3 Desolation, maybe also end? I think he’s cool tho I fucked with his power set

Crocodile

Slaughter: his goal is to get access to a very powerful weapon, to have the power to become the king of the pirates. And he does this by taking over Arabasta, and sewing mistrust in the people causing a war, an unnecessary war but a WAR none the less.

Enel

Probably one of the easier ones. Vast 10000000% Vast. I mean Bro’s literally lightning for one and for two, he wants to go to the endless Vearth?!? Also I mean have you seen the earlobes on that man. Freak ass mr. Electric

Share your opinions!!!! I love this freak ass show and this stupid podcast I can’t stop thinking about two years, and 5 listens later

[kuromipuzzles2000]

(wow what an ass long comic it took me 4 hours)

but the angst i told ya i would do! (my original idea was put any Mr. Puzzles au in the portals but like i no want steal the art of no one, i just put normal Mr. Puzzles images, who belongs to SMG4)

editor notes: i didn't draw the puzzle patterns on SMGP's overalls cuz i was lazy as same as loafzzles puzzle patterns on his lil overalls and i didn't put SMG4's castle as background and chosed Peach's Castle background cuz i plan in some sort of time Try draw a concept for SMGP castle (maybe if Mr. Puzzles get his own house...or room in SMG4's videos but for now, nah)

[vdoesstuff]

It was at this moment

Usopp realized

he was FU-

[brokenclockgears]

while the cameras are turned away

[scorchrend]

tenna… your dreams are on display

[bebx]

me reading smut and calculating in my head the positions the characters are in

[cashcoffeecup]

[kuromipuzzles2000]

i will bring it out since i saw it on a post of X/Twitter

is ok if you no like the ship, i as canon (SMG4 canon series) do not Ship SMG3 with Mr Puzzles after all is a weird ship.

various says is victim x abuser tho, and i mean, Mr. Puzzles caused severe trauma to everyone yes

Swap AU (SMGP, SMG3 and Mr. 4)

now that doesn't mean i will change my mind with SMGP and SMG3 of Swap AU

and I'll explain you the reasons of why THIS SHIP IN MY AU ISN'T A VICTIM X ABUSER!

SMGP and Mr. 4 roles are swapped, meaning in this AU, Mr. Puzzles or SMGP in this case NEVER abused someone and much he is the abused one on first for being manipulated to decapitate himself in second to cause him a severe trauma

SMG4 or Mr. 4 in this case by other side takes the role of Mr. Puzzles, he is abusive, manipulative, egocentric, narcissist, he made SMGP decapitate and caused the scar and damaged eye he have now a days, we can tell Mr. 4 caused more harm due Puzzles DIED as he decapitated himself but might as maybe OG Mr. Puzzles, he might had possessed his body, because without protagonist we no have a serie!

CONCLUSION

i respect if you want hate me for Ship SMG3 with Mr. Puzzles in this Swap AU but to be honest, people ship MARIO X MR. PUZZLES taking care Mario was abused too (a bit-) by Mr. Puzzles! gee even we ship our ocs or self insert ships pretending our ocs and sonas are in the SMG4 gang! and if our ocs and sonas are being shipped with Mr. Puzzles, being part of SMG4's crew OR an individual being but was also brainwash by Mr. Puzzles you are doing the victim x abuser ship even if in your AU Mr. Puzzles redeemed like fans say "no matter if he regrets and begs for mercy knowing he did bad, damage had been done!"

I'm not gonna Ship Mr. 4 with SMG3 apart that is so out of script for the AU and is the strong main reason tho, as you say is "Abuser x Victim" Mr. 4 did a bit way worse than Mr. Puzzles in this swap! is a minor reason, tho

hate me if you want, or agree with me i don't care anymore, all i am saying is pls, look at this AU as what it is, Swap Roles and Personalities of Mr. Puzzles and SMG4 (SMGP and Mr. 4) and not look at this AU as if was a normal canon SMG4 episode

thx you so much for reading

[lobotheduck]

[starridge]

michael

[shrimpyjackal]

more flustered tenna...perhaps...if i may request...such a rare treat...

P I N K

part 2

[lilacxquartz]

love you, love you, love you;

mr. crawling x reader

plot: some things are best expressed without the need of words — themes: spooning/cuddling, smut, maybe yan vibes — w.c: 1.1k

a/n: my first homicipher related fic. i want to try one for mr. silvair & mr. gap next, bc they were also my favs. this game has been taking over my life so much lately. like it’s been in my dreams, haaah.

masterlist • ao3

Mr. Crawling was always loud when he was excited within your company; his laughter filled out the vast empty spaces that were otherwise unadorned with familiarity. Whatever you once sought from those winding corridors was ever-fleeting, temporary, leaving you stuck within the confines of his company.

Yet, when he felt what you could only interpret as affection—that’s when Mr. Crawling then became different—quiet, soothing, kind but also… curious.

And when you would usually sleep, he would stand watch, knelt over the floor as per his usual stance but sometimes crouched near you, sometimes leaning back against the wall with his legs pressed up against his chest. He would watch you as his life depended on it, unwavering in focus and with eerie intensity. He would watch as your chest rose and fell, leaning close on occasion to catch the sweep of your breath and sometimes, he would trace the pad of his milky fingertips in long, languid strokes against your face. Always so delicate, so tender, but for the most part, quiet and even shy.

Having once caught a glimpse of Mr. Gap in your blanket space, however, set something territorial off for Mr. Crawling and he was never able to recover from such an invasion. The very idea that someone else was able to infiltrate what he deemed to be your space—especially someone who he disapproved of—wasn’t something he could stand for. Especially with the sort of trickster Mr. Gap was, he couldn’t bear to see you get hurt. It would kill him on the inside (and on the outside, too).

So, just as you were getting into bed to rest up once more, he too, slipped in under the covers with you. At first, you were startled as usual, turning to face him with confusion evident in your eyes, murmuring out some words in a language that he still could not understand. He repeated something back, the meaning lost and indecipherable upon your ears, though soon surrendering to emphasis using gestures instead. A hug to bring you closer, a reassuring pat on your head and a small, longing kiss over your nose.

You listened to his words again, repeating over and over like a broken record.

Perhaps he meant no harm, after all.

You turned your back to him and settled into his chest, finding that he was surprisingly warm for what he was. His taller frame encased your body, wrapping his ashen arms around your waist—accidentally brushing the fabric that sat over your breast—nicking the cloth ever so slightly. Your breath hitched in surprise and as though in sheepish realisation, he withdrew right away, terrified that you were upset with him.

You drew out a long breath, reminding yourself again, that after everything that has happened thus far…

That, Mr. Crawling does not want to hurt you.

That Mr. Crawling has only ever helped you.

So perhaps, right now, Mr. Crawling only wanted to be closer to you.

You relaxed your breathing, settling into his comforting shadow once more and allowed for his presence to envelop you. He repeated the soothing motions of his grappling arm, although he held onto you softer that time. His hands explored your body with a delicate touch, as though afraid of breaking you—of upsetting you again—his motions growing confident the longer that you didn’t protest. It wasn’t long before he, otherwise not disturbed by your lacking, conscious awareness, decided to explore further with you. Mr. Crawling’s fingers didn’t ask for permission that time, creeping beneath the clinging fabric, feeling your skin against his palms, inviting a pleased, almost delighted smile to curl on his lips.

The silence remained unbroken as Mr. Crawling continued his explorative focus on you; the quickly-building evidence of his need growing harder the longer he pushed himself behind your body, the repeated touches arousing something warmer within him. To both his surprise as well as your own—you were not repulsed, allowing him to creep even lower, below the skirt of the dress and up, brushing his hand up to your exposed skin and, reading into it—you communicated your consent from the moment you parted your legs, allowing him to get even closer.

Confidence surged in Mr. Crawling as he pushed himself into your hilt, allowing his hardened length to slip inside. Betraying the stagnant silence, he shuddered out a ragged gasp before giving into his own rising need; grinding himself into your sopping sex with steadily increasing fervour. His fingers clamped around the curve of your hips as he held you in place, slamming every last inch of himself deep into your core.

Ever touch-starved yet wanting nothing more than to surrender to the sensation of you, Mr. Crawling continued to drive his cock into your needy cunt, soon wrapping his winding arms around your body and holding on tight. He bucked intensely as you soon succumbed to breathless whimpers, incoherently begging for his name. Equally desperate whines rolled off the slip of his tongue as he found his lips pressed into the crook of your neck, dampening your skin with sloppy wet kisses—as many as he could give.

It felt overwhelming for you in a way to be worshipped like this but you did your best to keep up with such intensity, especially as the warm, tingling pleasure built up inside of you, too. You held on just as tight as he did, your hand seeking out his own—fingers weaving into his bony digits—interlocking and squeezing tight the closer you got, your grip and otherwise clenching need tightening simultaneously. To feel him losing himself inside of you was dare you admit, addicting, feeling him completely fill and stretch you out leaving you almost dizzied from the impaling force.

Mr. Crawling, like you, soon surrendered to the rolling bliss from the flick of his hips, feeling a surging warmth mount and rise, encouraging him to lose himself to the searing heat of the moment and you. Encircling your body in a possessive hug, he suddenly began to mutter out a new word in a strained mantra, again and again.

Given how desperate he seemed to be, you understood the meaning as ‘close’, especially as his actions grew more strained and less controlled.

“Close, close, close,” he repeated.

It didn’t take his chased release to catch up as his hips grew to a stutter, rutting out one final pump before melting into you. Mr. Crawling cried into your neck, spilling out the entirety of his overflowing love, feeling the pent-up devotion trickle down your thighs—yet not letting you move away—still retaining his claim on you.

Instead, he kept you even closer than before, not allowing you to part from him ever again (despite understanding your yearning for rest).

Words were never the problem, it seemed.

Mr. Crawling would have always found a way to… connect with you.