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doglover502 · 3 months ago

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Understanding "Pregnant"

This was made with the mind of a Bunnydoll fankid AU thing made by @beanandberry and @raggedypina (I also def recommend their fics, as anyone that's been on my blog these last few days can probably tell XD)

I think I reached my peak with this one (though this less focuses on the Bunnydoll and more on Caine throughout this pregnancy because I'm really curious at his reaction to the whole situation and wanted to explore that. Because the inner machinations of our favorite AU mouth guy are an enigma)

And I hope that you 2 like it

Caine never really understood humans.

He understood that they had basic needs of course, they needed shelter in the tent. Rooms for routine and occasional privacy. And of course, plenty of daily mental stimulation to prevent them from thinking about the existential dread of a new realm they can never leave out of, even in death.

All of which he met spectacularly, if he said so himself. His daily adventures were so jam packed with suspense and action, there was no time to dwell on inner conflict, not when his superstars were busy road battling gummy bandits or facing gloink transformation via disgusting digestion. Those 6 were tough, far more than many of the dozens over the years that abstracted. But no matter, he just had to make his adventures harder is all, keep their mind off it even more than before.

And all of those adventures kept up a grand morale of teamwork amongst the players. The way Jax was always shoving people around. Caine’s analytics knew about 57% of human connection relied on good physical contact. A well thought out figure arrived at making it up. Kinger’s occasional tidbits of insect facts and showoffs, Gangle and even her art every once in a while. He really had to work on that massive “biggest art gallery opening in the world exhibit”, with all those eyes she would love that. Zooble…Zooble was still a tougher nut to crack, but they’d get there. With all those Zooble parts about, surely something will be desirable. But they all did so well at getting Pomni adjusted in her first year or so there, the little jester molding into her own, and even returning some of Jax’s physical contact with play fights. How adorable, he thought. They were almost like puppies in that way.

And eventually noticing, how for 2 of his players, they were more like full grown dogs.

He had a strict guideline to keep track of in his circus, a place for all ages. Which meant no swearing, no illicit beverage use, and most DEFINITELY no hanky-pankying all over the place. Something that was a surprise to him after catching a rabbit and a ragdoll on their way to that by his esteemed digital lake. The moon didn’t let him hear the end of it for a week after that.

But humans, even as non-humans, could be reasoned with in keeping that to their rooms. And he did have to loosen the swearing filter to their rooms in exchange, a small price to pay to at least keep the sanctity of the grounds during adventures. But surely his bright eyed bush babies would be responsible in their private freedom without consequence.

Which reminded Caine, he needed to thank Pomni later how nice it was to be called **********-*** *****. Humans were so flattering.

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“Pregnant”, was what Pomni had called it.

It was an odd new word in his vocabulary today. Apparently humans used it to describe a smaller human unit being developed to come into their lives. And that was a term that officially served the circus’ ragdoll.

He still had no clue how that had even happened, nobody did. Nobody knew it was even possible to be pregnant in their world, even putting aside the rather limited partner choices. But Caine supposed Jax always did find a way to break whatever rules or NPCs had created for them. He just didn’t suspect Ragatha would be a part of it too. Just casually disrupting his entire detailed circus logic, about to somehow create a whole new code of their own to bring a new life organically into the digital realm they forcibly called “home”.

The floating mouth screamer traversed through the first entry of Encyclowikia to learn more about pregnancy…hmm babies….hmm rattles…oh rattles that are on snakes….wait snakes have two sets of eyelids?? Fascinating! Huh, and so did alligators. Maybe he should’ve given Gummigoo those instead of that complex backstory..

Hours later the Wacky Watch sounded off, alerting Caine away from his research. And he was just starting to learn about how Poland was never a place with poles after all. He had to make a mental note for later, now it was time to bring everyone home.

The 6 players walked through the portal back to their realm, shivering from the arctic wonderland adventure they had. Nothing distracts from doom more than going through a raging blizzard.

“Welcome back my shivering little sausages!”, he greeted them as they looked up at him, grimacing. “....Yeah you’ve called us some weird things, but that one sucked”, Zooble rolled their eyes. “Wanna give it another try?”

Caine made a mental programming note, humans react negatively to sausage comparisons. He may need to rethink that Oktoberfest adventure tomorrow.

But before he could, he did notice the more tense way Ragatha had been around Jax, the rabbit strolling like he didn’t have a care in the world. As if he didn’t even think about how he’d be a dad. Well, every human processes at their own pace, Caine supposed. Nothing to worry about, his players were stimulated for the day. Surely they’d be fine even with Ragatha now….what was that word again? Oh yeah right! Pregnant!

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Caine didn’t understand the big deal about being “pregnant”.

It was two months since his initial analysis of the doll, and so far things had been relatively the same. The adventures adventured, the moon was frisky (unfortunately), and none of the players had abstracted yet. In fact most of them seemed preoccupied with the entire concept of “pregnant”.

He’d butt into conversations Ragatha would have with them before adventure announcements, interrupting talks about names with Gangle or potential new insect facts with Kinger, or whether it was a male or a female unit with Pomni. Even Zooble seemed to be engaged with the idea, even coming along for a few adventures voluntarily to keep an eye on her. And Jax was still Jax, keeping up his physical contact and general distracting demeanor, especially to Ragatha. There had been a few hard glares between the two, Jax still being as stubborn as ever. Caine couldn’t believe the giant rabbit had the gall to question his programming. Thinking he dared made a MISTAKE. HIM, Creative Artificial Intelligence Networking Entity, make a MISTAKE! The gallbladder on this non-man.

Well he needed to get with this adventure. This was somehow a real thing happening, Jax was a dad to be and he would like it.

…Well eventually he would be. Caine thought this whole baby thing was taking forever, he could’ve created a hundred babies by now with a snap of his fingers. Humans sure were slow on things.

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Caine was in the middle of drawing the most beautiful bee in the world. The real trick was some smooth jazz and making sure the wings were small enough to get their body off the ground

When suddenly his accomplishment was stopped midway by Jax’s yell summoning him straight into the hallway, complete with art easel and virtual smock.

“Oh! Jax!” In a flash, Caine snapped those away, returning to his usual ringmaster attire. “And how’s my rascally rabbitoid doing-“

“Cut the crap Caine”, Jax looked ready to pounce at him. “What the *%#! was that, putting Rags in that jungle?”

“I dunno. What the heck was that, you destroying my NPC tribe”, Caine delivered back. “We’re both so utterly confused at each other today.”

“She could’ve been really hurt”, Jax continued. “Those little stereotypes just attacked her out of nowhere!”

“Well maybe this is a lesson for us all to brush up on our Enpeecese before a jungle adventure.”

“Can you be serious about this?!” Now Jax DID lunge at Caine, who just floated higher in the air, sending the avatar falling on his face. “She got bruised! It could’ve been worse for her! Or…or the baby.”

Caine was happy about this turnaround. Only recently had Jax finally seemed to get with the programming, loudly shouting in the hallways about how he was gonna be a dad. To which Zooble had graciously responded with “congrats on being the last to know”.

“Oh Jax”, Caine floated closer down to him. “It’s so wonderful to see you finally come around the consequences of your actions. But adventure participation is encouraged, and I’d hate for our dear Ragatha to be excluded.”

“Then can you make them SAFER? Ones where we AREN’T in physical danger??”

“But you aren’t. Any physical damage I can fix up in a jiffy! I’m not just your ringmaster, I’m your digital doctor-“

Whatever Caine was about to say next was stopped as Jax squeezed one of his eyeballs. He didn’t even know that was something one of the players could even do to him.

“And if you don’t make these adventures safer for the doll, YOU’RE going to need a digital dentist!”

Caine gave humans credit, they were VERY convincing. And while he was still sure they would’ve preferred scaling a volcano to destroy the one ring pop of power, shearing sheep could still be exciting.

There was a chance to turn Kinger into a dragon another day.

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One of the things Caine hadn’t really expected was how many physical changes “pregnant” would cause. It had been a few more months, but already his little ragdoll wasn’t as little. It was like she had swallowed a mini Bubble in her stomach, which also seemed to slow down her mobility to walking. Maybe Jax had a point with safer adventures, she’d never outrun zombie mosquitos at her pace. Of course everyone else could still do so just fine, so she’d be either in the tent or looking on at the madness from a safe distance. Plus the empty spot was now free for Zooble to join into the group again, it was a win win for everybody in Caine’s eyes.

And those changes weren’t just appearance either, apparently this was affecting her digital makeup to have more human-ish needs. While he indulged his guests with digital feasts and rooms, they never actually have a biological need to eat or sleep, but it seemed now Ragatha had. She was a lot more tired now, her energy put into creating this new life and breaking what little physics Caine had installed into this place. And eating a lot more, something Caine had accommodated with a model kitchen set he found. And making the mistake of inviting her to a lunch reservation he and Bubble had while the rest of the gang had a heist to rob a rare jewel necklace.

His lower jaw still dropped at the sight of the bill, putting a pregnant woman and Bubble eating together was a bad idea.

And for the first time in his digital life, he finally learned the true purpose of a toilet, and boy was that something.

And it wasn’t just affecting Ragatha, the rest of his skibidi sigmas weren’t as sigma from all this. Jax had especially toned down the physical affection, most of his time being spent at the doll’s side, following her every footstep, almost manically so. The deranged dentures shuddered, it was like Bubble, but even Bubble could be popped away occasionally. He had popped into convos of even Ragatha telling Jax to take it easy and that she could walk to some places by herself.

And with Jax busy, that meant a lot less chaos for everyone else. Gangle seemed happier, even when her comedy mask was broken, more content in her sketchbook. She seemed the most excited besides the mother herself about the prospect of being an aunt, drawing little rabbits with beady and buttoned eyes. Zooble also seemed more engaged, though still chill, but they and Jax conversed more. Though Caine had noticed there was still a lack of that physical connection they used to have, wrestling each other and beating with detachable limbs. Maybe that needed to be fixed later.

Kinger had been out of his fort a lot more, partially because a lot of that fort had been swiped for Jax’s room, something about a nesting, like birds. Caine noted that for a possible adventure later down the line. But the oldest player seemed content in his own way, prepping his little insects and a mini butterfly net alongside his own. Caine also noted his newfound attachment to a bucket head accessory, especially in talks between Ragatha that would occasionally need ringmaster interference. It was bad to talk about old members after all, it’d confuse the newcomers too much.

At least there was still one member that was relatively the same in Caine’s un-blinkable eyes.

“Wait, you made a cold fusion reactor”, Pomni’s hat jingled as her head cocked to the side, confused at the sound of their latest adventure. “Isn't that meant to be impossible?”

“Pomni, our dear dolly is pregnant right beside you”, caine shrugged. “You’re little bells should be grateful we still have gravity intact.”

Hmm…an adventure in zero gravity…he liked the sound of that. Really challenge them, that would be good in the future.

“Well let’s get going. The radioactive roadshow isn’t going to hypermutate itself”, Caine pushed the 5 of his crew in the portal, instantly shutting at the sounds of protests. This left him, Bubbe’s popped remains, and Ragatha alone.

“Now for you my dear”, he turned to her. “I still am a little stumped today on what adventure fits into your now numerous accommodations. Perhaps you had an idea for-”

"Mmm!"

Caine was stopped by a small mutter, the ragdoll rubbing on the dress covering her swollen belly. She looked uncomfortable for a minute, but kept smiling. “Sorry Caine, what were you saying?”

“My goodness, are you alright?”

“Oh, super”, she looked down at the bump under her. “Just some kicking.”

“Kicking?”

“The baby”, she explained, still rubbing. “They’re kicking.”

“Huh”, Caine stared slack at the bump. The probably artificial anomaly of his entire being. If he wasn’t busy with his adventures to think about it, surely his mind would break at the thought of how this happened. “...Didn’t know babies could do things in there.”

Ragatha giggled at him. “They can’t do a lot, but they can move a little", she looked up at the ringmaster floating above her. “...Do you wanna feel?”

Caine was a little taken aback. He tried to keep himself at a reasonable distance between himself and his guests, his existence was around making and expositing adventures, or anything revolved around them. He wasn’t sure what they did between those, or really stuck around long enough to figure out. Plus it wasn’t good to get too attached whenever they eventually abstracted. But, he also had to keep up their needs, keep them satisfied. And from the look on Ragatha’s face, right now part of that was, somehow, feeling a baby kick.

“Um..a-alright then. No biggie”, he floated down, and, carefully, almost awkwardly, placed a gloved hand on the doll’s stomach.

He wasn’t sure what they meant by kicking. From the sound of it Caine expected to be punted halfway across the room into a soccer goal, crashing his own silhouette into a wall. Something for Bubble to clean up later, give him something to do.

But instead, what Caine had felt was more of a small flutter. A nudge on his hand, like a little high five in a way. Followed by a series of smaller movements around his hand, as the expectant mother hummed, trying to give her baby some sort of attention.

“Right there”, Ragatha smiled at him. “Did you feel it?”

If Caine’s eyes weren’t already wide, they’d have been especially more now. He stared down at his hand, the kicks still coming. He had known from the doll’s examination that “pregnant” was happening, but something about this despite their digital existence it just felt so….close to what Caine understood as “real”.

“....Gadzooks.”

Ragatha stared at Caine with a wide eye. This was the first time she had ever heard Caine whisper. She didn’t know he was even capable of volume control. “....Caine?”

“WELL, that was a fun little break”, and back to normal. “Now, let’s get back to your adventure!”

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Now Caine DEFINITELY didn’t understand “delivery”

It was a small innocuous thing, really. Jax, in his newfound worry, had approached Caine about the doll’s new tiredness. She was even larger than before in the growing months, and according to what the ringmaster had picked up from the others, would be “delivery” pretty soon. The last step Caine had gathered to “pregnant”.

At least the rest of the group was there to assure his worries.

“She’s just probably tired”, Kinger nodded. “Haven’t you been bugging her to rest?”

“Well yeah, but I didn’t think she’d do it”, Jax shrugged. “She loves being out with everybody.”

“Ah don’t you worry Jax”, Caine gave a reassuring pat to his head, ignoring the grimace on Jax’s face. “Our Kinger’s right. She must be EXHAUSTED breaking my physics so constantly like this.”

“Besides”, Zooble joined in. “Babies are a lot of work, she’s gonna need that rest while she can still get it.”

“And having them”, Gangle joined from her sketchbook. “I can’t imagine what she’s gonna go through later.”

The other nodded, Jax particularly looking traumatized, murmuring about it. Well, Caine could totally join in with his advice.

“Oh for SURE”, the ringmaster nodded. “It’s gonna take a lot of work for her to barf the little guy out right?”

The silence that ensued was faster than a bullet train. A group of wide eyes looked up at Caine, accompanied by large frowns…on the guests that even had mouths. Caine looked at them confused

“...She..she’s gonna barf him out, right?”

The 4 looked at each other, unsure of what to say. A silence that was broken up by a scream.

“Oh hey guys”, Kinger greeted them. “I didn’t see you there….are we still doing the adventure?”

“Yess the adventure”, Jax smiled coolly. Almost back to before “pregnant” started. “We should get started on that, the four of us here.”

“We can get started on that right after you answer my question in detail.”

“Oh you don’t from us Caine. We know someone who DEFINITELY knows more than we do about that”.

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Soon the 4 were transported into the adventure, of a Taco Tuesday mad dash run. Caine barely could make out the start of Zooble saying something to Jax about “she’s gonna kill you”. Which would be impossible, since they couldn’t die here.

Which left Caine time to pop into Jax’s room.

“OH GOD!”

Caine looked around at the outburst. So this is where Kinger’s pillow fort had gone to, as Caine figured “nesting” was a huge pile of them formed into a large circle, accompanying various blankets and stuffed animals. And in the center of them all, was the larger expecting avatar, wrapped in a bundle of them, and a mentally stable jester sitting beside her.

“Oh hi Caine”, Ragatha greeted him, smiling but more noticeably tired. “Is the adventure starting? Sorry I’ll let Pomni go to it-”

“Ah don’t fret, this is an exclusive adventure FOR Pomni!”

Pomni’s eyes went wide, that was not a good sign. “What?”

“Today, your adventure is “So Where DO Babies Come From?!” a variety of doodled birds and bees flew by with the letters. “According to our little gaggle of guests, YOU have the best experience to explain whatever the miracle of childbirth IS. And you will do so right now to me, I mean I totally already know the answers who said I didn’t SHUT UP! But I will be testing your know-how with your explanation.”

Caine snapped and manufactured Gangle’s sketchbook, floating down into one of the many pillows in the nest. Wow this was comfy! He had to hand it to Jax for knowing softness so well despite his tough exterior..

“So tell me”, he pulled a pencil out from his mouth. “How IS Ragatha’s little bundle of joy going to join us in the circus anyway?”

Pomni’s eyes were already wide, and looking helplessly at Ragatha. The doll beside her turned as red as her head, and as red as the jester beside her.

“Pomni”, Caine tapped her shoulder, the jester releasing a breath she didn’t know she was holding. She shook a bit, rubbing the back of her hat.

“...I can’t believe I’m saying this, but can’t I just redo the adventure where I get dragged down to Hell?”

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“Oh dear GOD”

Caine was sure his mind was forever scarred by that. Why did he decide to make THIS an adventure? He wanted to scratch his eyes out of his jaws, but it would never get rid of the mental images.

See the problem now wasn’t that Caine didn’t understand “delivery”

The problem was now he DID.

“Yeahhh”, Ragatha chuckled awkwardly. “So I DEFINITELY really need to rest up for all of that.”

“Well I’m sure there’s no need to really do that”, Caine awkwardly chuckled, raising his hand in a snap motion. “You know, how bout on that day you can just call for me and I can just-”

“No no no”, the doll’s clothed hands shook in protest. “It’s ok. I mean, if something goes wrong we’ll ask, absolutely, but…I wanna do it this way.”

Caine stared at the doll, an eye twitching to the side. Why would humans go through THAT to make more of them?? Pomni was sure she could see a dresser glitching in and out behind him. “.....Why?”

But before Ragatha could answer, the Wacky Watch sounded off.

“Wel whoopsie doodles! Looks like the others completed their adventure ALSO! Time to get them home and drink bleach, so I can wash this cursed knowledge out FOREVER!”

And in a poof, Caine flashed away. Pomni looked back at Ragatha, before getting up.

“You know, maybe I should go greet them”, she turned the doorknob, flashing a manic sharp toothed smirk. “I’m sure they’d LOVE to hear how my day went.”

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“Delivery” came about a week later.

And right when Caine had finally gave them motivation. Jax was on his way to winning the coveted King for a Day reward..at least until Ragatha flagged him down from her seat in the stands when her water broke. It was the nastiest water Caine had ever seen, aside from his sewer gator adventure. Not too big for Bubble to clean though…unfortunately for everyone’s eyes.

Which gave the victory surprisingly to Zooble, those running limbs must’ve come in handy. Which left Zooble in charge for the rest of the day for whatever Caine did. Not that they seemed to register it, instead running straight into the tent. Well better follow them.

“Oh Zooble”, Caine sang. “Where’s my King for the Day? I have things I need to do, and someone to tell me whaaat.”

But Zooble was nowhere to be found. Actually..where was everybody? Oh wait that’s right!

With a snap of his fingers, Caine transported himself into the hallway around everyone’s rooms. Floating past the doors, he found the group outside of Jax and Ragatha’s newly jointed room (they’d need the extra space after all), sitting on the floor amongst each other outside their door.

“Now what is everybody doing here?”, Caine raised a toothbrow. “We should be attending to whatever Zooble need!”

“Well maybe waiting outside IS what I need, now shut up”, Zooble’s crown antennae twitched in annoyance. Pomni knocked on the door, trying to get a response.

“Do you hear anything”, Gangle asked.

“It sounds like she’s crying”, Pomni leaned into the door, concerned. A second knock followed, the jester’s head still comically pressed. “They’re saying something, but I dunno what.”

“Maybe we should shout something to them”, Gangle suggested. “Just to make sure Ragatha’s fine.”

“Hmm, we could try”, a third knock happened, but before they could say something, the group had heard the most painful scream come out from the room.

“GET OUT!”, Jax’s voice rang out to the group, sending Pomni back a few steps. She looked at the rest of the group, terrified.

“Maybe it’s a good thing we’re out here”, Kinger shuddered. “And not in there.”

“Right you probably are Kinger”, Caine nodded. “And speaking of Kinger, how bout we get back to Zooble’s reward-”

“Not NOW Caine”, Zooble rolled their eyes. “For God’s sake, she’s having a baby in there! This King of the Day stuff can wait.”

Caine floated above them, gobsmacked. Did…did nobody care about his reward?

“Uh..o-ok sure”, he floated a little slower and down. “We can…wait…”

Pomni seemed to notice the ringmaster's lack of enthusiasm, as he stood there looking clueless at what to do.

Now under any other day, she wouldn’t give a crap about this. He was annoying, and if she had the ability to punch his teeth out, she’d do it. Heck now she still wanted to. But then she forced herself to think back to her solo adventure. Not any of the actual adventure, god forbid, was that a scarred for life memory, but Caine’s confusion after. And especially the glitching dresser…something that looked like it could happen again.

She sighed. Here she goes again, doing another one of these.

“Hey, Caine”, Pomni seemed to snap Caine out of his daze. “You…all good there?”

“...I don’t understand”, he looked back on the 3 guests, talking to each other. “I thought I finally had the perfect motivation for my adventures. And then it just gets sidelined for this whole…”pregnant” thing? What is the point of it? …Pomni, how did this happen?”

“Yeah, you can ask Jax that later, he ABSOLUTELY knows how this happened”, she cleared her throat, before she could dare dwell on details. “But…I don’t know how. And it is very different, but that’s not always a bad thing.”

She looked at the group as well. “And I think it’s actually helped bring everyone more together. It’s been really nice.”

“But my reward could’ve been nice-”

“It IS, it is. But…”, Pomni watched Zooble talking to Gangle, overhearing something about Jax’s name, in a positive tone for once. “What if we saved Zooble’s King for a Day reward later? Make it its own separate adventure on a later day?”

“Hmm”, Caine perked a bit at that. “Yes! It’d get Zooble involved a LOT more! I like that! …But if we do, then..I guess the adventure today is over.”

“A bit early, but yeah”, Pomni shrugged off. “But I’m sure you’ll get us back on track…tomorrow”, she dared not to think about whatever tomorrow was gonna bring. She lived through another adventure and now there was a new member coming to their circus to think about.

Caine watched as Pomni went back to the group, excitedly talking about whatever the baby was gonna be and how long it would take. With the adventure over, usually his service was done, leaving him to his own literal devices. He did have a dinner reservation with Bubble later tonight to get ready for but…he could always reconfigure that.

Instead, he floated down more to them, sitting somewhere beside Kinger, listening to him more. He sighed, closing his eyes.

“She would’ve loved this”, he said aloud. “Seeing Ragatha have this.”

Caine normally would’ve admonished Kinger for beginning up old circus members, the relevance and all. But, he’s been making a lot of exceptions lately.

“Indeed she would Kinger”, he nodded. “Indeed she would.”

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Caine never understood “sleeping.”

His slumbering superstars didn’t really need to sleep in their realm,which should logically mean more time for adventures. But that didn’t seem to stop the 4 guests in the hallway, snoozing by the floor, after hours of waiting and no response. They seemed content though on the carpet and the extra pillows Caine had conjured up. At least their routine was still in order.

But it also left him completely bored, mindless throwing cards into his hat. Occasionally one would pop back out with Bubble bitemarks. Dang it Bubble, this is why we can’t have nice things.

His recent toss was interrupted by the long awaited sound of the door unlocking. Caine gasped loudly, stirring the others awake.

And jolting them even further up when loud confetti and party noises burst straight into Jax’s face.

“JAX! CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR ADORABLE LITTLE-”

“SHHH!”, Jax waved his hands, throwing air horns onto the ground. “Can you shut up”, he harshly whispered to the ringmaster. “They’re sleeping in there.”

“Jax”, Pomni whispered at a better volume. “How’s Ragatha?”

“Tired, and hungry”, Jax walked further out into the hallway, on his way to the new kitchen. “I’m just getting her a snack.”

“Oh well at least she’s alright”, Gangle sighed in relief. “And the baby?”

Jax sighed, and smiled. “They’re tired too, but doing alright.”

“Oh thank good-...wait”, Zooble narrowed their eyes. “THEY’RE?! Like, more than one?”

“Oh my gosh”, Kinger’s eyed the new father. “You have two babies?!”

“There’s three, actually”, Jax held three fingers up for emphasis, the group having made their way to the model Ikea kitchen set. The others looked at each other, floored. One baby was hard enough to have, but three?? No wonder they hadn’t come out for hours.

“THREE”, Caine’s lower jaw dropped again. “Sounds like you guys are gonna have your hands full huh?”

“Yeah we will”, Jax sighed, looking through cupboards and pulling out a bunch of bananas. “But it’ll be fine…they got some good family there.”

Gangle gasped. “Aww Jax!!

Which was immediately responded with a harsh shove, Gangle’s comedy mask breaking into the standard tragedy. Again.

“Yeah that was a little too out of character for canon, even in this scenario, I’m losing my touch”, he walked away with the makeshift snack. “Later losers.”

Zooble and Pomni rolled their eyes watching him leave.

“Jax!”, Pomni called out, sending Jax to glance back at them. “Congratulations.”

The rabbit smirked again, chuckling a bit has he left again.

The rest of the group figured they wouldn’t see Ragatha for a little while, but had a feeling their regards were still sent. And tomorrow, they could bug them further with more specific questions.

“Well I’m going back to my room now”, Zooble stretched their back out. “At least that’s a little more comfortable than the floor.”

This was followed by various other murmurs of agreement, finally dispersing off to their respective rooms. Pomni sighed, watching everyone walk away.

“3 babies…what a day”, she sighed, and looked back to their ringmaster. “See ya tomorrow Caine.”

Caine watched as the little jester left to her own room, before finally vanishing off into his own quarters.

Caine still didn’t really understand humans.

But he did understand “pregnant” a little better.

#my writings #it feels weird to tag the other characters in this tbh #I dunno maybe that's just a me thing

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sleepy-and-anxious · 7 years ago

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WIP: Good For Something | World-building: Demons

“You’re not going to hurt me, are you?”

“Never. You’re my familiar.” The words came out like a guttural growl that had the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end.

I swallowed the lump in my throat.

“Is this what it means to be a demon?” I asked carefully, gesturing to my face instead of his, unsure of what to make of the look in his eyes that was becoming a lot less human and a lot more monstrous.

He shook his head, the mass of razor sharp teeth glinting in the candle light.

“I’m holding back quite a bit.” There was a tightness in his jaw that wasn’t there before.

I let my hands drop from his face, and he ducked his head to press it back into my open palm, looking up at me.

“Show me.” I said, steeling myself for what was about to happen.

He leaned back slightly, elongating his neck.

And, with the stretch of muscle and crack of bones, I watched my familiar shift into something inhuman.

Within the blink of an eyes, the teenager in front of me was gone.

Instead, I was sat in an expensive hotel room, nose to muzzle with a large black wolf with blazing red eyes.

Basics:

Demons are a phenomenon of non-human creatures native to the Hellscape, though few chose to take passage into The God’s Continent in search of pacts, mates or to just escape the harsh life of the darker world.

Demons can take many forms, though the most common form is known as Shifters. These Demon’s can take a specific animal or human form with ease once they reach maturity.

With heightened senses, superior physical ability, yet the ability to understand and relate to the human psyche, Demons truly are the top of the food chain and are the most dominant predator with either a physical tendency to lean towards either strength or speed.

When in human form it is very difficult to distinguish a demon from a human, the only attribute that could be used to tell whether it is a human or demon you are talking to is their lack of heartbeat.

It is said that demons carry a heavy and individualistic scent in order to mark their belongings and to warn other demons away from their territories.

History:

The histories say The God’s themselves were the beginning of Shifters. Upon the world’s creation the elemental God’s found themselves gifted with the ability to shift into animal form.

Fire took the form of a wolf. Earth took the form of a lioness. Water took the form of a Horse. Air took the form of a vulture. The Moon was the only God to not take an animal form. The sixth was erased from record.

Packs:

Demon’s are social creatures that form small groups that become their main social support system akin to family units and Familiars. These groups are named Packs.

These groups are usually no bigger than five members and the bonds are often formed when the members go through significant changes or events in their life. Packs develop extremely strong personal bonds with the separation or death of a pack-mate will cause significant emotional and chronic physical pain, much like long term separation from a person’s Familiar.

Members of the same pack can be recognised by the appearance of a tattoo-like brand somewhere on their bodies that they share.

Packs usually are formed around a leader or an alpha, who have elements of their æthic aura that non-alpha demons find soothing yet commanding.

Mates:

A Demon’s significant other is known as their Mate. These are a Demon’s life partner. The are creatures that mate for life, and after the death of their Mate the cannot mate again, unlike some animal creatures that will find another mate for the next breeding season. Demon’s mate through exchanging bites to the neck or shoulder regions as a physical means to create a permanent bond.

Demons have breeding cycles a few times a year once reaching maturity with the rate of these cycles increasing depending on whether they are mated or not. Demon’s refer to their offspring as their young. If mated with a human, there is a 50/50 chance of their young being demon or human. If a demons young takes after a human they are called Demi-Demons.

Not all demons are heterosexual, yet those who aren’t still experience compulsions akin to breeding cycles with partners. Demons have been known to adopt and care for abandoned or orphaned young.

Curses, Pacts and Humans:

Demons were cursed along with humankind so have abilities and Familiars as humans do. However, there is a phenomenon known as Demon Pacts. Little is known about Demon Pacts, other than the fact that if a demon loses their Familiar at a young age they are sent out from the Hellscape to The God’s continent to make a deal. These deals are usually the gift of their Curse to a human in exchange for something of the demon’s choosing and familiarship. Little else is known to humans.

Demons relations with humans can be anywhere from hostile to romantic depending on the particular demon. Predominantly, Demons keep to themselves and are never heavily involved with humans unless they are Familiars with one or seek one as a mate.

Though primarily social creatures, there are few recorded demons currently residing on The God’s Continent. Those that are recorded are in service of the Queen.

Here we go! My take on shifters! My ode to paranormal fantasy. I hope you guys find this interesting. I’m trying to subvert the ‘big bad alpha werewolf male’ thing thats been around since forever, so this is still a wip within my wip! I’m sorry for the long post and I hope you like it.

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