#knull anon

[knullanon]

please please please please! write a continuation of the symbiotes fic where reader gets token way from knull and into the hands of anti-venom. i beg of you. 😥

a/n: anti venom will appear next chapter I promise but for now you just get the glimpse of what he's got. also sorry to that one swedish anon bc Knull is mentioned many times here. and yes it's a venom gif because theres no knull gifs so yeah 😭😭 also, please mind the tags.

REDO: Symbiotes Being Assholes Part 3

words: 2787

warnings: kidnapping, physical abuse, talk of dismemberment, arguments, probably incorrect medical treatment for the broken nose, lmk if I missed any!

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"WAKE UP!"

Cletus jumped up, immediately regretting it as he felt his headache arise. He leaned back, his head swirling with pain.

"What the hell...?"

Get up, Cletus! We must go, we have to move!

Ignoring the pain, Cletus got himself up and looked around. He remembered the night before- leaving the apartment, driving for a few hours...

He sobered up once he realized what had happened. He looked around, seeing if he could see you, but you were nowhere to be found. Neither was Knull.

He got up, glass crunching under his feet as he jumped over fallen shelves. He rushed outside, seeing that it was empty. Just the truck, glass, and the gas pumps.

"Fuck," he breathed out, and moved towards the truck. Carnage was yelling about every idea and curse they had, and it was becoming more of a nuisance than any help. He opened the door, seeing that nothing was taken or broken, including the keys.

He took them! We have to get them back! What are we waiting for?! Let's go!

"I know that." He grabbed the keys and got into the driver's seat. "We gotta lay low for a minute, though."

He started the truck, and started to back out into the freeway. "We can't let Knull know we might be alive, because if he figures it out, we're probably never gonna live another day."

The truck rolled forward, and Cletus hit the gas. "We need a plan, and sooner than later."

---

The first thing you had noticed when you woke up was how comfortable you were.

The bed you were given was the best you've ever had, even if you didn't want to admit it. There were layers of blankets and pillows stacked up on each other, and the mattress was so soft. It was like you were melting into it when you laid down.

The next thing you noticed was that your broken nose was patched up. It had bandages around it, along with some gauze. Fortunately for you, it didn't hurt that much. They must've given you something to combat it.

The room you were in was extremely spacious, and even though the bed was huge, it wasn't even taking up a third of the space. There was a vanity mirror on your left, a dresser and a door to your right, and in front of the bed was a window that stretched across the wall, with pink curtains that were pulled back. It showed a beautiful landscape of a wide farmland, with a forest to the sides and a beautiful sunrise.

You ignored all of that, though, and instead pulled the covers off of you. You got up and walked to the window. It seemed thick, not thick enough that you couldn't break it, but enough that it would have to get something big to break it. There wasn't anyone outside, either, so they would have either been in the house or somewhere else.

There wasn't anything else in the room that could help you. You found a pair of shoes and socks, but other than that, you were wearing what you were from the night beforehand. Was it the night before? You couldn't tell.

You went to open the door, finding that it was open. When you tried to open it, it made a loud creaking noise. You stopped, hearing and listening for anyone that would come by.

But nobody came.

You peaked your eyes out, seeing that there was no one there. When you opened it more, and looked the other way, no one was there. At first, you didn't want to move, in case it was some delayed reaction, and they were just behind the wall. But eventually, after a few more seconds of silence, your curiosity couldn't take it.

Making sure that you weren't making more noise, you slowly stepped out of the room before shutting the door. The hallway looked similar to the room, run down but still... homey.

Turning to the right, you decided to find the staircase since you were definitely on the second floor of the house. The hallway itself was more decorated than you originally had thought, as well. There were pictures, family photos, of an older man, probably in his late 50s, along with his wife. They both seemed very happy in the photo.

There were more photos of them, along with different awards and degrees, showing the accomplishments of the couple. You didn't give much focus to them, however, because you were already going down the stairs by the time you found the end of the hallway.

The stairs, while old, didn't make any noise when you went down them, which you were extremely thankful for. Once all the way down, you turned the corner, standing on the last step. The stairs went into a kitchen, which then led into a living room. You walked into the kitchen, looking around.

The first thing you looked for was a knife block, but either they didn't have one or they had been taken away. So, you continued opening the drawers, trying to find something to help you. Most of them were just utensils and tools, but eventually, you found the silverware drawer.

There were a few butter knives, but to the side, there were a few steak knives. You picked one up before you closed the drawer. You slid the knife into your pocket, being careful to make sure you wouldn't stab yourself by accident. When you were sure that it was secure, you moved into the next room.

The living room wasn't anything special. Two armrest chairs, a TV, and a coffee table. But there was a door on the other side.

You walked to it and turned the knob. It was unlocked, and while you wanted to run away, you again checked and made sure that there wasn't anyone outside waiting for you.

When the coast was clear, you swung the door open, and you shut it behind you. There was a little porch, and again, two chairs. Looking around, it seemed like there wasn't anything around you. No car, no buildings, just the house and the land in front of it. It must've been somewhere really remote.

Just when you were about to go back inside to see if there was anything else you could take, you smelled something. It was rotten, terrible, and even though your smell wasn't as prominent, you could tell it was from the side of the house.

Covering your nose, you walked over to the left side of the house, trying to see if the smell was from there, but there was only a few tools and some buckets

You turned towards the edge of the grass, where it was cut just enough to walk through, and the smell became more prominent. You tried to peak over the grass to see if something was there, but you couldn't see anything from where you were.

Before you could even walk to see if there was anything, you were picked up by the back of your neck and pulled off the ground. Your feet dangled while you grabbed the hand that held you, trying to pry it off.

"What are you doing?" You looked to your right to see that same symbiote from last night, Rumble? The orange streaks seemed more prominent than the previous night, probably due to the better lighting.

You continued to grab at their hand, trying to pull it off, but to no avail. Suddenly, you remembered the knife you had taken from the kitchen. You reached for your waist, only being able to pull out the knife, trying to stab the symbiote before it was grabbed and yanked away from you.

For a few seconds, you tried to pull the knife away from the symbiote but were unsuccessful. They held it above your reach, eyeing it, before they turned to you.

"Where did you get this?" When you didn't answer, they shook you harshly. "Where did you get this?"

"Fuck you."

Shaking their head, they walked back to the house while you struggled to get away. They walked all the way from the living room back to the room you were put in. They tossed you onto the bed and then slammed the door.

You rolled onto your stomach and pushed yourself up to sit. The symbiote moved towards the vanity mirror and sat on the bench. It creaked with their weight, but it held itself up.

"_____, where did you get this?" They held up the knife, pointing it towards you. You didn't respond.

It seemed to piss them off as they got up from the bench, seemingly going to lunge at you. But they stopped. They seemed to be thinking, and they sat back down. Maybe they thought it wasn't worth it?

"Look, I know that you may be a little... stressed from the recent events, but you have to be cooperative. Knull will not be as forgiving as I might be, and if he finds out you were outside... it won't be good."

Silently rolling your eyes, you pushed yourself against the wall. "Then why did he break my nose?"

They cringed for a moment but quickly composed themselves, "He did not mean it: you were simply acting out."

"Acting out? I was trying to get away from him because he grabbed me!"

Rumble hissed, whispering, "Do not raise your voice."

Before you could even answer, they continued, "_____, you must calm down before he comes back. He- urgh," they got up from his chair, and paced around for a moment.

They turned back to you, and held out the knife. "I won't tell him about this," he gestured the knife towards you, "But what I will say is this- if you continue to act out, either to me, or worse, Knull, I won't save you from the consequences. Do you understand?"

You looked at their hand, and then back to them. You remembered how worried Cletus and Carnage were about Knull, and how easily he was beaten. While Eddie nor Venom never said anything about either Carnage or Knull, you knew that it would be the same for them.

"...I understand." Rumble nodded, and began to walk out. "I'll leave you here for now: Knull will be back by noon, he should bring you lunch."

They opened the door, but they turned back to you. "I'm... sorry for shaking you. But please, next time just cooperate."

They shut the door, and you heard it lock.

You already checked the room beforehand, so you took off your shoes and socks, setting them down next to your bed. You laid down, trying to rest, while also trying to think of any way to escape.

---

The next few hours were just sleeping. You didn't dream at all, but when you woke up, you saw that it was probably already noon. You pulled back the covers, and noted that your shoes and socks were gone, and replaced with slippers.

You looked back to the window, trying to see if anyone was outside. You couldn't tell, so you laid back down.

While you were thinking about what to do, you heard a knock. The door opened, and you saw Knull peer inside. He smiled, and pushed open the door fully. He walked in, and you saw Rumble follow behind him.

Even though the room was huge, it looked small when Knull fully stepped inside. He looked around, humming a little tune, before he walked over to your bed and sat at the edge.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, holding a plate of food. You didn't really care about the food, though. Instead, you glared at Knull, not looking away for a moment.

You could see Rumble give you a nervous look, but you didn't give him a glance. Knull's smile faltered a little, but he held out the plate of food, trying to get you to take it.

"It won't kill you to eat." When you didn't reach out to take it, he continued, "_____, it's just meat and potatoes, how hard can that be to eat?"

While you were going to continue to ignore him, you gave a quick glance at Rumble, and the genuinely seemed worried. They were holding their hands, and their eyes, while just blank, still held some sort of warning.

I won't save you from the consequences.

You turned back to Knull, and reluctantly grabbed the plate from him. His smile returned, as he beamed at you. "Good, eat as much as you can."

He reached out to touch your face but you moved to the side. He frowned. "_____." You heard Rumble quietly protest, but you did not care.

"Why did you take me?"

Knull looked at you, and shook his head before he suddenly stood up, and yanked the plate out of your hands. He threw it at the wall, a loud crash following suit. Food and ceramic bits were all across the dresser and the wall, but he didn't seem to care and he grabbed you by your shirt and hoisted you up.

"Why are you acting so difficult? I saved you, I'm bringing you to a better life and all you can do is act like a brat."

"Why did you take me?" You could see him get irate when you repeated yourself, and he was about to do something to you, but suddenly, a hand was placed on his shoulder.

"_____ is simply worried, they're not in the right of mind-"

Knull dropped you, letting you fall to the bed, and lunged towards Rumble. They tried to dodge, but were unsuccesful. Knull backhanded them, hitting them across the room and through the window. Glass shattered everywhere, and you heard Rumble hit the ground below the room. What was with Knull and throwing people through windows?

While you tried to peek over to see if they were ok, Knull marched over to the broken window. "You will not interfere with this!" He pointed down, probably to Rumble, before he turned back and walked to you.

He kneeled, grabbing your face before you could stop him. He rubbed his thumbs across your cheeks, and he embraced you in a hug.

"_____, I love you very much, you are very dear to me. You are my baby, and you will have everything you will ever ask for once you are ready. But..."

"The next time you run away like you did this morning, I will cut off your legs and make sure you never leave me again."

You were silent, trying not to show your fear. He gave you a kiss on your forehead, smiled and stood up. He walked to the door, saying, "I will see you tonight. Fix your attitude by then."

He stopped and turned to the window, yelling out "Rumble, replace that window before tonight."

He slammed the door behind you, and you were left shaking, as you wondered what you were going to do.

---

By the time you were getting ready for bed, Rumble had finally fixed your window by having another symbiote in the nearby city get a new window panel for him. He had let Knull be in charge of giving you your dinner, as he did not want another window to be replaced.

They were just getting down from putting it in place when they heard something from behind them. They turned around, seeing nothing. They looked closer, and saw an outline of someone in the trees.

"Who's there?"

A voice shushed them. "Be quiet."

Just before Rumble could attack them, the stranger put their hands up. "I am not here to fight you, but I need you to listen to me."

Rumble scoffed. "Why should I trust you?"

"Because I know that you feel somewhat bad for _____. I have a way to get them out."

Rumble did not falter in their stance, but they were intrigued. "How can a human defeat a god?"

"Oh please, I'm not that human."

The figure stepped out, and Rumble realized they were another symbiote. A white and black one, and while they looked familiar, they couldn't remember who it was.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Anti-Venom, I am a... offspring of Venom. I have a proposition for you, that I think you would benefit greatly from."

Rumble considered his options. He gave a glance to the window, knowing Knull was either still there or was somewhere in the house.

"Let's find somewhere more private, yes?" Anti-Venom smiled, it's teeth glinting in the light.

Rumble relaxed, and fully turned to Anti-Venom, nodding. "You have one chance."

Anti-Venom chuckled. "That will be all I need."

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I was rereading the previous parts and got inspired to write this. I hope y'all like it tho because this was fun to write, love you guys sm <3

also yes Anti-Venom will appear next chapter dw I just feel like I'm not giving anyone in the story any dialogue so I wanna work on that

#yandere knull #yandere knull imagine #yandere knull x reader #yandere anti-venom #yandere anti-venom x reader #yandere anti-venom imagine #yandere anti venom #yandere anti venom imagine #yandere anti venom x reader #yandere platonic #yandere marvel #yandere venom #yandere venom x reader #yandere venom imagine #yandere marvel platonic #yandere marvel imagine #yandere marvel x reader #yandere marvel comics

[dotcie]

No pressure of course!

if you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog !

1. I used to run a horrible animal facts newsletter for my friends and random people I met in bars. There was no set schedule, I just researched a random animal whenever I felt like it & sent out semi-regular emails with pictures and a formatted text. At one point it went out to 62 people!

2. I am so addicted to Diet Coke, it needs to be a controlled substance in my proximity. I am not allowed more than one can a day and everyone in my close social circle knows about it and holds me accountable. I could probably replace my daily water intake with it and have received multiple gifts that only consisted of Diet Coke (and loved it) 😔

3. The only thing I know how to say in Norwegian is "fine skolisser, vil du knulle?"

#dot.txt

[neon-pink-witch]

Ask Game: A, B, E, K, L, N, O, P, R, V, Z.

Anon, send me "Z" in its own ask. I got a plan for that one and I've already written enough here. This needs its own post.

A - Ships that you currently like a lot.

V/Johnny is probably one of my main ships right now. Same with Johnny/Kerry but one that I love and don't talk about much is Cletus Kasady/Carnage Symbiote.

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

V and Takamura, at first, I just did not get it at all and while its not a main ship for me, I see why ya'll ship them.

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

Oh god. Okay so ummm...I wrote a crack fic that ships Thanos from the MCU with Knull the God of Symbiotes. Its fucking great, its terrible, I want to burn it, I should frame it, you can read it here

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

I got two here. First being Johnny Silverhand. We get glimpses of his past self being a total fucking asshole and we know from others that he wasn't always a good person but we get to watch this slow change with V's help as he grows into a person that you could sit in the same room with. At the end even willing to give his life for V's which I feel like is something that past Johnny would not have done at all. My second one would be Eddie Brock. He went from being one of Mavel's top villains with a grudge to kill Spider-Man to somewhat healing his wounds and ends up, no joke, not kidding, being a fucking God who wants to save the world from Knull. Its really stunning to see.

L- Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your fave

I'm very middle of the road with River Ward. His personality is a little, I don't know, I can't really find the word. But his quest? One of the most interesting in gaming and I said it once and I'll say it again, DO NOT run his quest at the farm if you are not sober, you won't have a good time. Also Mickey Jones from Doctor Who didn't deserve to be led on so much by Rose. He might have been a bit annoying, but The Doctor and Rose didn't treat him like they should have

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)

Really the only thing I wish that was a different is I feel like fic writers don't get the credit we deserve. I understand why visual art gets the attention it does and it should! Drawing of any type if hard as fuck! I don't see this as much in the Cyberpunk fandom because everyone is really happy to get any type of content but I saw this in the Marvel fandom where most often drawings would get praised way more than fics. Honestly on that topic, the Cyberpunk fandom is one of the chilliest fandoms I've ever been in. If I had to pick a second one I'd say I wish people would post more about their OCs!(I say this while pointing at a mirror) I love love seeing ya'lls lil guys! I always wanna see more!(Again, still pointing at the mirror)

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

Oof, okay, here we go, loading up my liked songs on Spotify and hitting random. Here were go

Sparks Fly • Taylor Swift (spotify.com)

Had to think of this one but I feel Kerry and V would fit this. I've read alot of MaleV/Kerry stuff where they are both hopeless romantic mushy types and this just feels like something they would dance to in the living room when it was just them. Judy/V also popped into my head but I'm not sure why.

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom

AU in which Johnny is a devil hunter in Devil May Cry. He's got the vibe for it, the gun, and the guitar. In fact he's modded his guitar in such a way that he can use it as a weapon (think Nevan from Devil May Cry). I could see Samurai being both a rock band and a band of devil hunters as well. Not sure where V could fit in. Maybe they got, I dunno, bit by a demon and know they got fucked up powers?

R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?

We really don't get to see enough of V and Misty and that's a damn shame. I would have loved maybe a little side quest thing with the two of them, more so than just Jackie's funeral. I also love Jackie's and V's friendship. I know some people ship them but I just see them as friends. Its really driven home that you can't trust anyone in Night City and here's Jackie willing to take V under his wing after they lost everything. A real choom, good guy, truly.

V - Which character do you relate to most?

In Cyberpunk 2077? Despite her not being one of faves, Judy. Much like her I also a friend to suicide. It was that quest that prevented me from playing the game for two years because I didn't know how I would handle it. Only to find that when I played, and V comforts Judy, It felt like comforting myself. I understood her feelings of loss and guilt. Its a type of feeling you only get when someone close to you takes their own life and its hard to put into words. Recently my grandparents sold my childhood home, my forest and my safeplace. Seeing Judy explore the flooded remains of her childhood home made me cry after this. I understand now. The longing for a place you'll never go back to and even if you do, it won't be the same. The feeling of watching memories play out before your eyes. Its not something you really get over and it changes you.

#phantom bitch ask #cyberpunk 2077

[anxiousnerdwritings]

happy birthday anxious!! 💗💗💗

- knull anon

Knull anon?!?!??!😱 It feels like it’s been forever! Thank you so much, I’ve missed you!!🥰💕🥰💕🥰💕💚💚

#anxious answers

[yukkue]

And much like any person who was woken up after a good nap, Knull’s rest in the void was interrupted..

By the celestials

The celestials begin to create the multiverse, and this makes Knull upset.

He is the King of nothing, the king of the void, the king of the edge lords if you will.

The celestials weren’t here to piss him off. They were here to give life to the multiverse, and give him a job, but Knull refuses.

And then kills them all.

…until they kept coming back. Six times, did Knull tell them to fuck off. But the seventh time, he grew so sick of them, that he began to create symbiotes. The first one, being a living sword. He made the sword stronger by slamming it into an iron like a blacksmith.

The heat and the sound of the sword was so powerful, that it became the weakness of every symbiote that he created.

Everything was going well for him, he was killing gods and reclaiming his home.

But then everything backfired, when his creations turned against him because they saw the light of god.

And then they trapped him inside a planet, called Klyntar which is prison in symbiote language.

But Knull could still somehow control them, and make them do evil things. Like possessing heroes and making them evil. Knull’s whole plan now, is to just wait until some miracle happens and is set free.

This is so scientifically inaccurate

But the hell did I expect from comics?

Either way idk how does that have anything to do with what the anon said

#answered ask

[diesvitae]

Fellow Knull lover here! Sadly I don't have an account anywhere 😔 but you can call me 🐍 anon or "Skotos"; I'm too shy and anxious 😅 Auzar's backstory is so cool - I love how you tied them to the Golden gods Knull was slaying - it's so fallen angel-esque. Issue 4 (I think) was by far my favourite when I picked up Venom 2018. They feel very chaotic neutral. Also, domestic Knull and Auzar? 🥰 Let the chaos and creativity flow! It's just hilarious seeing Knull in such conditions.

FAVE ANON <3 I still cannot get if there are more anon Knull fans or if it’s only you writing to me ghgh Don’t worry about the shyness, social anxiety is at home here, don’t worry! And thanks! It always so good to know my OCs are appreciated. The golden gods deserved a lot more of lore! I wanted to give them some of it. Auzar is very Luficer-like, even if they’re far more peaceful... or dumb, you’r choice. But yeah, that was my fave part of the run too and damn yes chaotic neutral forever. Auzar and Knull’s dynamics are... weird. It may seems quite toxic since Knull I’m pretty sure is incapable of love and is also like... a OP God. But Auzar can keep it up with him with the power of ***SASS*** ghgh. The domestic situations are just me looking for easy comfort rip Thank you for writing me <3

#knull #auzar #auzar the defier #snake anon

[writeshite]

Cosmic Boyfriend Shenanigans

Main Masterlist

A chronicle of writings dedicated to Eddie and Venom with a cosmic god for a boyfriend. With the added bonus of the two as the himbos, they were born to be.

Headcanons for Eddie & Venom with a Cosmic God for a Boyfriend

Request from Anon: Oh ok, can I request headcanons of venom and Eddie with a reader ( gn or male, up to you) who is a cosmic god whose flames are the beating hearts of galaxies?

Eddie and Venom Getting Smothered in Cosmic Tiddies

Request from Anonymous: Venom and Eddie getting smothered my cosmic man tiddies 😳

Eddie and Venom Getting Squished Between Cosmic Thighs

Request from Anon: YOOOOOO VENOM AND EDDIE GETTING SQUISHED BETWEEN COSMIC THIGHS.

Eddie and Venom Suffocated by the Cosmic Ass

Request from Anon: Ok so we had tiddies and thighs. What about the two himbos getting suffocated by a cosmic ass

Meeting the Cosmic Douchebag of an Ex-Boyfriend

Ohhhhh you know what would be a bit awkward? If the cosmic god reader once dated the god of symbiotes, Knull.

The Cosmic Thighs Do Not Save Lives

For shits and giggles, what would be the reactions of the two gay himbos to the cosmic god actually having killed someone with his thighs ( a cruel and terrible person, trying to play god)

Power Bottom Cosmic God

Power bottom cosmic god, I double dare you

Sharing is Caring

Request from Anon: Okay, so hear me out….Eddie and Venom pressed between Cosmic God man titties and Four-armed Alien man titties, because let’s say in a different timeline, the God and Alien both exist together, they both want Eddie and Venom, but don’t wanna share. Eddie is an absolute mess pressed between so much beefiness meanwhile Venom is screaming that they’re in heaven…Just a thought. 👀😳

#eddie brock x male!reader headcanons #venom x male reader #cosmic boyfriend shenanigans #eddie brock x god!reader #marvel imagine

[farsight-the-char]

Knull used the Venom Symbiote, or the Codex bits in Annie at least, to Impregnate Annie and create Dylan.

Knull is God, Dylan is his Jesus, Annie is Mary, and Eddie/Venom is Joseph.

All this was pointed out/theorized by some anon on /co/ before issue 29, but cemented with it.

King in Black is going to be interesting to me as a lapsed Catholic.

#wednesday spoilers #venom #knull #donny cates #marvel #dylan brock

[spokelseskladden]

for the your country asks, 4, 5, 10, 11, and 13 (please teach me to swear in Norwegian my mom definitely knows how and she won't lmfao)

4. favourite dish specific for your country? I’m a sucker for a good old fashioned norwegian salmon dinner with potatoes and rømme (kind of like sour cream but way thicker) I also like tørrfisk (dried fish) as a snack lol

5. favourite song in your native language? Right now? anything by Cezinando, he’s one of my favourite norwegian artists atm. Anyway i listen to this song by him a lot cause im emo in 2020 cause im a graduating student with behavioural issues lmaooo 

10. most enjoyable swear word in your native language? im from north norway so i swear like every other word?? Theres this running joke in Norway that ppl from north norway can call the police “Jævla hestkuku” (fucking horsedick) and get away with it cause we’re just like that. It’s true tho lmao I know ppl that do that on the regular up here and didn’t get trouble for it, but tried it down south and was fined. So yeah you came to the right place. 

I’ll tell you some different ones cause you want to learn. one of my most used one would be “faen”. It’s a religiously themed swear, and it’s basically another word for the devil. You can say “Faen ta deg” which basically means fuck you. it’s kinda oldfashioned tho so usually we just say faen like english speakers would say.  Our norwegian form for fuck is knull tho, but it’s mainly used when u actually refer to fucking, so we don’t say “knull you” or stuff like that, at least not in my circles lmao.  Jævel literally means the devil and we usually use that like fucker i guess? like “Åh den jæveln” would be “oh that fucker”. We use hore as a swear a lot, and yeah it means whore and it might be problematic but like. it kinda doesn’t mean shit to most ppl cause it’s just a swear you know? anyway just putting whore infront of a word makes it into a swear. We also have helvete which is literally just hell, fitte which is pussy and a great thing to say when ur angry, and kuk which is cock or dickk or whatever. male genitalia. and ofc we have satan which is y’know. just satan. The good ol’ swears are the religious ones, the sexual ones are “newer”. Anyway now i’ll tell u what i usually say when i stub my toe which i know cause i just stubbed my toe and said this: 

“satans jævla fittekukk i helvette FAENs horeunge knull mæ i ræva” translated - “Satans fucking pussydick in hell FUCKing whorechild fuck me in the ass”. Elegant, i know uwu

11. favourite native writer/poet? OOOOOH LUDVIG HOLBERG!!!! He was a writer back in the enlightenment days and his novel “Niels Klims reise til den underjordiske verden” or “Niels Klims underground travels” in english changed my life! It was so progressive and he really said “give women the same rights as men” and “fuck slavery” back in the 1700s. He ripped white saviourism to shreds and i respect him so fucking much. Also he was a master at satire and would literally criticize the upperclass and “intellectuals” in the best ways possible, like this man really did that. I would advice y’all to read about him, he was pretty amazing and i hope to make the same kind of impact he made on me on someone else haha

13. does your country (or family) have any specific superstitions or traditions that might seem strange to outsiders? I was raised in a strictly religious household so the only superstitions i were allowed to believe in was god, but my boyfriends family have a lot of those nordic superstitions.  

His grandmother told me that when she was a child her grandmother told her if she went out during the northern lights it would take her away to heaven which scared the shit out of her (this superstition can be traced back to at least the vikings lol), they also believe in the creatures from the underworld like hulders and trolls. There’s this bush behind bfs grannys house that everyone knows the hulder lives under there. so to not get maimed by her we’re all just letting that bush grow. She also convinced my bf and his sister that there were trolls living under a rock by her cabin in the woods (but that they were kind trolls, she didn’t want them to be scared of them lmao). Now for something i believe in pretty strongly, but isn’t uncommon outside of norway is ghosts. I will always say hello and introduce myself when i go into an empty house just in case there are ghosts there, cause i don’t want to disrespect them, they were there first after all!

Thank you for the questions anon! Hope i helped you out with the swears, and if u have any more questions about them you can ask me anytime :) 

#ask games #norwegian things #i guess #Anonymous

[knullanon]

hey guys, I've been having trouble trying to update the masterlist, so for now it will have to be put either on hold or I might just make another one completely, as I'm also starting to realize it's a lot harder to find stuff on there than it was originally (since I didn't have so many works, and I forgot to update it all the time... yeah.)

just letting you guys know! I might also make them separate from each other, like one post for one fandom kind of stuff. I'll let you guys know tomorrow! love you!

-knull anon

[ed-edward-blackbeard]

What I might speculate about, halachically, is that, according to recent Marvel narratives, the symbiotes are a creation of a self-titled alien "god": Knull. If Venom and all his ilk are bio-engineered tools/weapons, the question of how to address this has likely been covered by a rabbinate somewhere, re: Pinocchio, golems, etc.

OOOH HELPFUL ANON! I HAD NOT HEARD THIS!!!! I am woefully behind on my canon, like, it's approaching decades at this point. I had not known about this, and yes, I imagine that would definitely change the conversation!

[miamstix]

Knulle deg Roman! - Tommo anon

HEY WHATD I DO

[anxiousnerdwritings]

hey!!! guess who's done!!! it's me, knull anon!! also fair warning for a 3k word fic thag I just made in two part today!!

p.s., theres also a bonus at the end!!! dont miss it!!

_____

Driving past the beautiful buildings and apartments, you rested your elbow on the car handle where you almost laid your head against the window had it not been for Mercy. “_____, you can’t sleep here.”

You mumbled out something strange before you rested your head on the head of your seat. You really wanted to sleep, as you couldn’t feel your feet when you got into the car, but you knew that your bed would be a lot more comfortable in the long run. 

You turned to look at Lex, and he was on the phone with someone. You didn’t even notice him, probably because he was whispering in an exasperated voice. You didn’t try to tune in, as he would probably notice either way, so instead you kept on looking out the window. You saw shops, restaurants, even other gala places like the one you were just at. You even saw the Lexcorp tower. 

One thing you remember from your past life was that someone… Was it your mother or father? It was both, right? Anyway, either one would always take you on a night drive every month, usually on a Tuesday for some strange reason. You would usually listen to music on these drives, and the lights in the towns and cities were always so pretty. Even now, it was pretty to you, since there weren’t many people this late at night and the shops were still running. You looked up to one building noticing the bright lights that accompanied the sign. But your attention turned to the top of the building. 

There seemed to be two people, one who was extremely tall, with two… sticks in his hands. And the other had a cape and a hoodie, who was shorter than the other man. This one also had a katana. You tried to get a better look, but the car started to move again, and you again tried to look back. But Mercy noticed.

“____, what are you looking at?” She asked, looking where you were watching. You looked back, but there was nothing there. “... I guess there was nothing there.” You whispered to yourself. “What?” Mercy asked. “Nothing. I thought I saw a person on the roof.”

Mercy didn’t say anything and she went back to looking around to make sure that the driver was going the way they were supposed to. 

~~~~~

“Dick, what the hell?!” Damian whispered to his older brother. Currently, they were hiding behind a wall on the building you were looking at. Dick sighed before he said, “Well, you were there too, so don’t just put the blame on me!”

“I’m not tall and I don’t wear bright colors!”

“Oh really-” Dick then noticed that Damian was not in his normal yellow and red suit, but instead he was in a more stealthy color. 

“The only thing I have is a bluebird on my chest!”

“A big blue bird-”

“Can you guys just… try to follow the car?” 

Tim was at his breaking point: he was really at his breaking point. Damian was heard arguing with Dick for a few more seconds before Tim just decided to follow the car himself. Which somehow worked. 

“Does anyone have a tracker on that thing?” Duke asked, also following the car. He wasn’t as tired as Tim, but he understood where he was coming from. “Yeah, I’ll send the location to you in just a sec.”

~~~~~

Driving up to the big gates, you felt really tired when you felt the car stop, but at least there weren't any paparazzi you had to run over. You got out of the car and started to walk with Mercy to the elevator, when you thought you heard something from the other side of the empty parking garage. You turned your head, only to see empty space and columns. You tried to look around more, but Mercy had started to lead you towards the elevator already. 

Getting into the elevator, you stood with Mercy to listen to the almost silent beeps of the elevator getting higher into the building. 

“Ah, I almost forgot, I’ll bring you your dinner to eat in the room. I understand your exhaustion.”

“Oh, what did the cook make?”

“Honey glazed ham with mashed potatoes and gravy.”

You remembered that from before you got here. Your mother would make that every day if you asked her to. You also started to notice how… nice mercy was being towards you. You remember when you first met her, she did not like you at all. In fact the only thing she would say is… well, nothing really. However, that was months ago. Now, she greets you and gives you small talk. She even gives you little presents if you’re good. 

When the elevator chimed to your floor, and the doors opened, you were expecting more guards then you saw. Usually there were more than 5 there, but there was no one in the hallway. Even Mercy looked a little shocked. However, she just took your hand and led you through the halls back to your room, where she then opened your door and pointed to the drawers. “You should probably change into something more comfortable. You aren’t going anywhere for another couple weeks at least, so that's a good thing.” 

You nodded and walked over to the dresser to change. You picked out a pair of pajamas that were extremely soft before you walked to the bathroom.

~~~~

Getting out of the bathroom you heard strange music coming from below you. It wasn’t ugly, or loud, just… rumblings of sad music. It sounded nice. You walked over to your overly plush bed and you crawled in, ignoring the strange feeling that was pooling in your mind. Something telling you to be alert, but you were too tired to care. Tossing and turning wasn’t helping you either. Finally you decided that it was getting unbearable. It was then you noticed that you never got a knock on the door from Mercy for your food. Groaning, you climbed out of bed only to notice how cold it felt. You slipped on some slippers that were also extremely soft and warm, before you walked to the door and tried to pull on the handle. It was locked. Of course it was. It's never open in the first place. You sighed and wondered where everyone went. You still felt the rumbling beneath you from the music, so you knew someone was down there, but you just didn’t know who.

Instead of freezing to death, however, you bundled yourself in many different blankets, most soft, fuzzy and warm. Waddling over to the bed you stumbled into your mattress and groaned. You wanted to just fall asleep, but something was keeping you awake. It was a nagging feeling like you just weren’t alone. You crawled your way so that you were leaning against your wall and you also had a view of the room to make sure that there wasn't anyone in there with you.

You were about to crawl back down but then, there was a noise at the door. It was unlocking, you thought, it was probably Mercy finally bringing you your food. However, when the door opened, it was not Mercy. In fact, it was a… boy. Probably a new servant, but still a boy. 

He looked to be about your age, and he was wearing the usual uniform that the servants would wear. He was also carrying a tray. 

Looking at you bundled up in almost all of your blankets, he gave you a small bow, as to not drop the food. You looked at him up and down, before you asked, “Who are you?”

He stood there, before he coughed a little, and said, “I’m the, uh, new butler assigned to bring you food.”

You gave him a look. “I thought Mercy was supposed to bring the food? Where is she?”

The boy looked a little surprised. “She’s, um, a little busy. With Luthor.”

You gave a nod before he brought the food to you. You unwrapped yourself from the blankets and leaned over to him a bit. He had a tray underneath his arm, and he brought it out so he could lay the food on your bed. He then placed both the tray to carry your food and your food itself onto your bed. Opening the cover, it revealed, just as Mercy had said, honey glazed ham and mashed potatoes and gravy. He gave you two cans of Arizona tea- Arizona tea? 

You checked the labels again, surprised that Lex would even give this to you. Usually he gave you a better drink, and something “better”. You did miss the taste of Arizona tea, however, so you didn’t object to getting the tea. Eating your meal, the boy stayed with you while you ate. He didn’t seem to care about you for a minute, before he asked, “What's your name?”

You looked at him to see him close to the bed. You gulped down a piece of ham and said, “____. What's yours?”

“... Damian.”

“Oh, nice. So. When did they hire you?”

Damian did not answer you, but instead asked his own question. “When did you decide to join Lex Luthor?”

You gave him a look. “You must be new around here if you’re asking that.”

Finishing your ham, you moved to the mashed potatoes. “I don’t know why I’m here to be honest. I was taken here a few months ago. I was only found out by a colleague of his a few days ago when they saw me. Or was it a few weeks? I don’t know. I don’t have a calendar. I don’t even know what's going on in the world.” You laughed a little at the last part. However, you saw him start to ask something again.

But then, you had a bright idea. “Hey, speaking of which, what’s happening outside, around the world? People never tell me anything here.”

Damian gave you a look before saying, "Well, Wayne Enterprises is gaining more stock, and Lexcorp isn’t too happy about it."

Putting another piece of potatoes in your mouth, you laughed. "Lex was yelling about that yesterday. Talking about loss of money."

For the next 20 or so minutes, you talked with Damian and laughed with him about different things, and he would also tell you things about the world outside your luxurious penthouse.

Finally, after you finished your food, you put your dishes and trash on the food tray before you gave it to him. "Well. Thank you for keeping me company. Usually only Mercy is allowed to do that.” he nodded and took your tray before he placed it back on the nightstand next to you.

He gave you his hand, before asking, “Lex asked for you to be walked around tonight. He said you haven’t been out of the house for awhile.”

You gave him another look before telling him, “Damian, you do know I was at a gala today for at least 6 hours, right?”

His facade slipped then. You realized that when he stood tall, and he let his arms go to his sides instead of behind his back. At first, you thought he was going to attack you, but instead he pulled something out of his back pocket and he put it on. Then he took off his uniform and-

Oh, shit. 

This was the kid you saw at the top of the building. 

“I’m sure you can tell who I am by the look on your face. My name is Robin, and I’m here to take you away from here.”

~~~~~~

Sneaking past the large doors was easy enough, especially considering the fact that Damian knew what he was doing. He led you through the place like he had lived there, and before you knew it, you were almost to the parking garage. But when you both reached the elevator, instead of going down, he went up. 

Giving him a look, he quickly explained. “People know you’re out: They think you’re alone, and since you don’t know of the rooftop area, they’re all gathered down there to get you.”

“How do you know that-”

“SHHH!” Damian gave you a look and turned to the left corridor that led to the large double doors that led to a lounge. He turned back to the elevator, and when he realized there wasn’t enough time for the elevator to come down, he quickly dragged you over to a large statue and hid you behind it along with himself. 

You tried to listen but being pressed up against a statue was kind of difficult already. However, you did recognize the steps of the person walking. Pride, power- anger. Fast moving, loud, rage, it all sounded like Lex Luthor himself. And he sounded like he was carrying something.

Mercy was with him, you quickly realized, and she sounded a little muffled.

“-the little bitch got me right in the nose, and then I got knocked out, sir. He took one of the uniforms in the closet, he has black hair, he's short, and he doesn’t have his registry on him.”

“Tell that to the guards around the perimeter. Tell them that no one is going to leave this damn place until both ____ and that fucker are found.”

And with that, you heard someone reload a shotgun before heading into the elevator that was now there. 

“Where do you think they’ll be?”

“She only knows the way to the parking garage, so we should look there first, sir. I don’t know how much the other one knows, but-” 

When the elevator started to head down, Damian grabbed your arm and started to drag you towards… somewhere. Mercy was right, you had no idea where anything was. You only knew the way from the parking garage to your room. However, Damian seemed to know where to go. 

“Uh, where are we going again?”

He turned back to you before gesturing to a large metal door. Stairs.

“We’re going to go up there and escape. We have to hurry, though: they will realize you aren’t in the parking garage.”

~~~~~

You were almost out of breath when you finally reached the rooftop. It felt like you were running for your life. It was so thrilling, and yet, the only thing keeping you going was freedom.

It wasn’t like you weren’t unappreciative of the things given to you by Lex, but you missed being able to walk around and be wherever without having 16 guards surrounding you.

Damian said something, but you didn’t hear it due to the blood pumping to your head: It sounded almost relaxing if it wasn’t increasing.

Dragging you around a bit, he whispered something into his comm, and again, you couldn’t hear it, but from the looks of it this entire thing was almost done.

Suddenly, something dropped seemingly from thin air. A rope.

Looking up, you saw a small, but fairly large ship floating right above you. Damian grabbed you by the waist and started to pull you up. You tried to help yourself, but not going anywhere really put a toll on your body, so he did most of the work. As you were halfway there, though, you heard a shot through the air, and turning around, you saw Lex holding a shotgun with multiple guards surrounding both you and Damian. Mercy was with Lex, and she looked pissed off, even with a bloody nose. Damian was also looking around. You heard something from his ear, along the lines of, “Plan B?” to which Damian responded, “Yeah, plan B.”

Suddenly, he cut the rope you both were hanging off of, and while falling, he got you over his shoulder and started to run towards an area where guards weren’t as plentiful. You were able to look up from your spot, but the only thing you saw was Lex reloading and Mercy yelling something. More guards started to chase the both of you, while Damian seemed to be choosing where to go. He suddenly changed directions, sprinting towards the edge of one building. Realizing what he was going to do, you asked, “That’s a 6 story drop, you know!”

He didn’t listen. He instead jumped and while you expected to die, you were glad that you were at least free of the strange man who kept you here. However, you landed on something: hard. It was the ship that tried to get you earlier!

Bringing you inside, you realized he must have jumped onto a platform. He brought you over to a table where he tried to see if you were injured, however, a gunshot made you both duck. Looking out of the closing platform, you saw Lex continuing to shoot at the ship, trying to take it down, but failing. 

You turned back to the occupants of the ship itself and saw three more people besides Damian: One was the one who was standing with him on that rooftop, with two sticks at his sides, one who was tall and had a bright yellow suit on him, and one was at the front of the ship where it was hard to see anything.

The yellow suit guy came up to you first and offered his hand. 

“Hi! My codename is Signal, but you can call me Duke. What’s your name?”

______

wow!! that was fun to write!!! I might write a third part but that yanpapa starro anon... ur on to something. Also I need to start on part 3 of "how symbiotes stole you from one another that led to that one trilogy about toxin playing uno with you to getting drugged by cletus kassady". yay! anyways, love you so much, with lots of love,

- knull anon

Bonus:

Lex was beyond pissed. His guards failed at the one thing they were supposed to be good at, and they failed. And it cost him his daughter, too. Mercy was the only thing keeping him from going on a rampage, telling him that the batkids probably had many hiding spots, that they manipulated you into going with them, all other things.

“I want you to find out where they took her and why. Oh, also, if you do find the one who took her?” Mercy nodded, awaiting orders. “I want him alive. I want to kill him myself.”

She nodded again and walked out of his office. As Lex started to walk back to his desk, he noticed there was still reminisce of glass on it. He looked at the broken window where Mercy said she had thrown the strange boy who had taken _____, before he climbed back up and knocked her out. Sighing, he let his hands curl into fists, before he grabbed the chair and threw it across the room, and then he flipped the table.

Rage was all that he could feel at the moment. No one knew of her existence: Who would’ve known? Who had met her and had such an interest that they had to take her from him? What happened-

Suddenly remembering the gala, Lex felt his face become hot and red. He was feeling more furious than he had ever been. He stormed over to one of the beautiful statues he owned in his office, before he pulled out another shotgun from the leg of the stone. He walked over to a different statue holding something in its hand, just in his reach, and picked it up. It was ammunition, and reloaded it so it was full. He stomped out of his office, ignoring glass that cut into his shoes.

“Bruce Wayne…” Luthor whispered to himself, getting his phone to call Mercy. 

“I’m going to kill you.”

Oh, wow! You’re really something, Knull anon! This was exceptional! *chef’s kiss* 🥰😍💚💕💖

#anxious answers #knull anon

[cannibal-wings]

God you hit my emotions right on the head there. I’ve felt nothing. Just exhaustion and faint anxiety wondering where the mercurial bullshit axe is going to fall next. All the plot threads contain shards of stuff I could have liked in smarter hands, but Eddie’s demonstrated maybe 1.5 emotions and I’m So Tired. I just want it to be over so we can have a dumb silly comic again

Tumblr mobile you are exhausting. I didn't even hit answer yet you posted... never mind.

But yeah, I know I'm not the only one frustrated at things right now. It's hard to be invested in a story that has had zero impact on you besides apathy and maybe some anger at the author.

This isn't to say that others haven't felt things during this run, but I sure as shit haven't. I don't think a single twist or cliffhanger in all of The Abyss actually meant anything to me. Besides like, a smile at the Agent Venom cameo. I haven't personally felt any real emotion for this story, which is a shame because the plot held some promise originally. But there's only so much hollow writing one can read... So far it's a Venom book that doesn't feel like a Venom book at all. And that's not saying cosmic horror can't also feel like a Venom book, it can. But this Eddie hasn't done anything Eddie like under Cates in ages if ever. I know characters change over time but damn this just doesn't feel like anyone.

Honestly I do hope it all turns around. I want this to be a slow start. But most stories get cancelled by Marvel by this point and this one has survived. I just wish it was doing something real and less... I have no idea how to describe what it is doing... It feels like the run has no heart. It's just a Knull maggot controlled zombie stumbling around going from edgy twist to broken plot point, but people see how good it looks and say "wow what a cool looking zombie" oblivious to the fact that it's eating their leg.

"It's selling well" is pretty much everyone's defense to critique of this run. As if that means anything with regards to story critique. If something selling well means it's perfect and without flaws then...........

It's selling well because visually it's a great book, and if you don't care about past canon you don't care how it's being tossed out. It's selling well because the average reader probably doesn't care about the plot holes and many people think super hero books don't need to be deep or good.

Ok, I'm rambling and making generalizations, not good. I should stop typing. Anyways, you're not alone anon and I wish I could feel anything other than some vague anxiety over what is to come next.

[diesvitae]

Did the handbook release a description for Knull, or something happen, because all of a sudden I'm checking the Marvel wiki and my eldritch god has a height of 2.69 m. That's... shorter than I expected him to be 😂 way shorter than an oc I'm pairing him with. At least it's still variable. Anyway, hope you're doing well, staying safe and healthy. Please take care of yourself 🥰 -🐍

Yeah, that’s his height in the handbook but I’m pretty sure it references the one he’s keeping in King In Black. I calculated he was about 3 m tall in his first appearance in venom and maybe even 3.50+m/12′ in Wraith! At the same time he looks a lot shorter when he approached Dylan in KiB4 so I’m pretty sure he adjustes it at will based on his needs. BUT NOW I’M CURIOUS ABOUT THIS OC OF YOURS 👀 👀 👀 I’m safe but def not healthy, but it’s like my normality ghgh so all is fine. Just working on commissions, illustrations for my partnership and of course a lot of Knull shitpost ghgh Hopefully I’ll post something new in the next days!

#knull #snake anon #ask