#danger au fpe

[pirateyarrxd]

Paper Olice

Oliver mostly.

[amphibiahawks321]

TeacherM!Reader : Okay... so who the HELL drank my coffee?! For fuck sake people I literally–

Miss circle : .....

Miss circle : Uh.. Sorry Y/N, i thought that coffee was for the grabbing–

TeacherM!Reader : That's okay my love I still love you

[TeacherY/N walks up to miss circle and stands on his tippy toes and gives her a kiss on the lips]

[sk-300-offcial]

⚠️Danger Abbie!!⚠️

Fundamental paper Danger AU!⚠️

[xeyyun]

xenko absolutely COOKED when designing danger bloomie because you're telling me that SHE IS A SCIENCE TEACHER?? EXCUSE ME??

[dreamybasil]

[TRY HARDER!]

[mushroom-girl89]

Abbie fpe Danger AU :3(credits for the AU under the drawing)

Credits for the AU:

[kekeartzworld]

Danger AU Blossom

I seen the Fundamental Paper: Danger AU and I really liked it

As such, I wanted to design versions of my FPE ocs in this AU

Starting off with Blossom, my Ciroomie fankid

She’s much different from her normal counterpart; she hardly ever speaks and she’s very stealthy

One thing remains the same however and that’s her romantic relationship with Symphony

Alts

☟︎

Reference with paper effect

Design artwork

Ditto, but with paper effect

This is basically all I wanted to show

So YEAH

Danger AU is by Xenko btw! It’s a really cool AU with its own animation (linked at the very top of this post) and all that shit so you should check it out

ANYWAY

That’s all!

GOODY BYE!!!

[vannys-pizzaplex-askblog]

Lee!Danger Abbie because yes.

I swear I gotta do all the work around here/j

Silly boy :3

[jayla-buggie]

miss sasha

[eclipseiron]

While I'm drawing the promised work, you can take a look at this one

[nightlysoul]

Au Belongs to Xenko

[poptartregreteva]

I'm prolly gonna get thrown- (I'm 5'3)

uhm

wallter, folly, miss circle, nameless werewolf and fen: "new slinky??"

jokes aside the fictionial universe has atleast 1,826 characters above 7'9

[justnosworld]

This time a made her a student instead of a teacher also this took me so long it is 5:44am I’m tired

[theloveliestloona]

Danger!Miss Thavel x Fem Reader - You’re her medic — and therapist.

Miss Thavel/Fundamental Paper Education by @/A3DGhost on X/Twitter

Danger AU by @/cho_to10720 on X/Twitter

warnings(?) - possible incorrect display of psychosis (I did my best), might be ooc, idk military terminology — that's really it, so enjoy!!

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Song - Lost In You - Three Days Grace

The pain of it all, the rise and the fall

I see it all in you

Now every day, I find myself say

"I want to get lost in you.”

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Thavel was in and out of the infirmary often. Her obsession with bombs, combined with brimming the edge of insanity, made her very prone to injuring herself. At first, your interactions were brief – her skittish attitude left no room for attempting strained conversation. You could only assume it was because you were new, and you could only hope things would change over time. Being in the military wing, you were subject to change – shouldn't she be as well?

It was hard to break her in and get her used to the way things flowed within the military treatment facility. You weren't sure what twisted fate had caused her to be permanently assigned to your care. Perhaps because of your gentle demeanor and positive attitude? – you could easily combat her outburst-ish tendencies. She was a strange case, but just as you'd hoped, over time, she adjusted. You two had formed a bond that couldn't precisely be labeled, even by you. You were her medic, as well as her part-time therapist. She didn't always come to you wounded. She'd gotten comfortable confiding her 'issues' with you. And no matter how pessimistic it could be, you couldn't bring yourself to turn her away. Your job was to help, and that's what she needed.

Today was one of those days. Thavel sat beside you on one of the many cots in the infirmary rather than sitting across from you – she couldn't stand eye contact, especially during one of her episodes. Her hands thrummed against her thigh, a nervous tendency she'd developed. You wanted to reach out, hold her, and bring her back to the present, but you knew better than that. Too much stimulation could be the final factor that would tip her over the edge.

She was abnormally silent. Usually, by this time, she'd be spewing incoherent sentences, trying to make a point or explain what had led to her breakdown. Though the silence was appreciated, it was more concerning than anything. It left you to wonder what was going through her head – whatever it was could be dangerous. You could never guess her reactions and how she would lash out. She was either destructive to the things around her or damaging to herself – whether it was internally or externally exerted was dependable on what had even caused the psychotic episode.

A soft murmur of your name snaps you out of your worrisome trance, turning your head too quickly to look at the unstable woman beside you. She flinches in response, causing an overwhelming feeling of guilt that threatens to consume you whole. You didn't think you were good at this – this therapist thing. But she insisted that she return. You didn't get a chance to apologize before she spoke up,

"I'm not okay." There was a realization in her tone as if she’d cracked the code. You swallowed, digging up a response that would please her, but she cut you off, continuing, "I don't know what's wrong with me. Why won't it go away? It hurts... my head – I feel like... like I'm going to... explode." Thavel shudders, her trembling hands finding solace in her dark hair, practically embedded within the strands. It looked painful, but she was too out of it to even notice. She hunched over to the point her face was practically against her lap. “I’m sorry... I'm so, so sorry. I’m scared.” She chanted soft apologies, each making your heart wrench excruciatingly in your chest. You could hardly stand to see her this way – it was getting more challenging each time. But the pressure to help her was too immense. In a way, everyone expected you to keep her grounded.

“Thavel,” you murmur, your tone conveying patience. You’d learned to be an active listener with her. During her episodes, she felt isolated; you had to combat that by not playing into the brutal fantasies plaguing her mind. Thavel doesn’t turn to you, her eyes screwed shut, a grimace on her face. “I know it hurts. Focus on my voice.” You hear her inhale a sputtering breath, exhaling steadily, and you couldn’t help the spark of pride it ignited to see her practicing one of the calming tactics you’d taught her. “Yes, good. You’re doing so good.. just… keep breathing.” Thavel shakes her head as if shaking away the paranoia that clawed at her skull — her brows in a deep furrow of concentration. Her bottom lip was tugged between her teeth so hard; you were sure she’d draw blood if she bit any harder. “I’m here, Thavel. I’m not going anywhere. If anything happens, I’ll be right here.” Those few words you’d grown accustomed to saying seem to do the trick. You could see her taught shoulders relax slightly — her digits, still laced within her hair, loosening. Your heart drops momentarily as she lets out a small whimper, the sound pitiful coming from a usually eccentric woman.

You were about to say something else when you’re completely caught off guard — she practically tackles you to the cot, her arms finding your waist in a suffocating grip. You tense up for a moment, not sure how to handle her erratic display of (what seemed to be) gratitude. You hesitantly wrap your arms around her, your palms resting steadily on the plane of her back. You could feel her release the pent-up tension as she inhales deeply before letting it go in a large sigh. Thavel thanks you relentlessly, her voice muffled into your shoulder, before finally pulling her head away. She had a fragile smile on her lips, her eyes closed into crescents — a signature look for her. You couldn’t help but seek the beauty in her expression, similar to the peaceful calm after a storm.

She settles back against your chest, her ear pressed against your heart, listening to its soothing whisper of a rhythm. Her hold on you slackened as she got more comfortable — like she’d convinced herself that she wasn’t going to lose you. With a slight hum of contentment, you find yourself running your fingers through the mess of her hair, not even thinking twice to do so.

She didn’t mind at all; she craved the sensation. Thavel’s eyes flutter shut, conveying her trust more than words could. You lay there, staring up at the ceiling, the lights leaving dark spots in your vision when your gaze drifts elsewhere. Lost in thought, you began to wonder — there had to be a reason she only ever came to you — as if it wasn’t obvious enough with how she was laying on you. She didn’t come here just to relax. It was clear now more than ever that she had some sort of connection to you, similar to the obsession over her bombs. The idea is high school, but you shamelessly play with the fantasy, imagining what it would be like to just… be hers. Your hand continues with absentminded movements, occasionally brushing along the skin of her neck — she was shockingly warm.

“You’re too sweet for me.” Thavel suddenly speaks up, pulling you out of the deep head space. You crane your head down at her, discovering her eyes wide open, staring out the window at the end of the room. Her eyes reflected the pink hues of the setting sun, gracing her in a dreamy look. You brush away stray strands of hair that had been obstructing her vision. “I don’t deserve this.” Your hand doesn’t falter, even though her claim made you want to reprimand her for thinking such a thing — you knew how naive she could be regarding emotional depth. A soft sigh slips past your lips, your gaze following hers toward the window.

“You’re right.” You murmur, twirling strands of her hair around your pointer before adding, “You don’t deserve to suffer.” That seemed to catch her attention. She raises her head, looking down at you with an almost frustrated look — like she wants you to believe what she did.

“That’s not what I-”

“I know.” You cut her off, her brows furrowing in defiance. But you could tell she was intrigued by your view as she seemed to soften when you spoke, “You deserve to be happy, right?” She glances away with a considerable look. Thavel sighed with reluctance, nodding her head. “Do I make you happy?” You could see her throat bob when she swallowed. She finally turns back to you, her hair falling past her shoulders, tickling your cheeks. The sweet smile that creeps onto her lips captures your heart, making it pound against the confines of your ribcage.

“Yes.” She pauses with a sheepish chuckle, lying back down against your chest, her eyes closed in bliss.

“Why do you think I keep coming back?”

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[pirateyarrxd]

Danger Au Zipward :D

12/16/2024

They were so adorable in the animation and he blushed at her 😭❤️

[dreamybasil]

so

basics in behavior red.

counterpoint to him having worse anger issues: he still has a soft spot for 2 people Abbie and Kiki (OC)