#fumus funamusea

[cc-insanity]

Pov: seaside dispatch vol.2

[slaughter-tapes]

[corebunbun]

★ ⋮ OKEGOM FANFIC! ⸝⸝ 【 ANNOUNCEMENT” in case you are interested 】

︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶

Are you in the Okegom fandom? Do you like reading Okegom fanfics? Were you like me, growing up reading "Various! Characters x Reader" style fanfics? ME TOO. Have you read tons of one-shots? Are you searching for a full fanfic that isn't just one-shots? Well, this idiot (me) has the solution!

That first paragraph was very much in the style of an ad, but that’s the point. I'm not sure how many people will read this, though fortunately, some people are still in the Okegom fandom (I love you all). As for me, I returned to the fandom about two and a half months ago, and honestly, I didn’t even know the term "Okegom" back then. I only knew the games and didn’t know about other characters like Satanik, Fumus, Envi, and many others. I went from that to now having an entire notebook filled with categorized and summarized information about the worlds, species, and characters translated into my native language, Spanish.

Since I was much younger, I’ve always enjoyed reading fanfics when I’m part of a fandom. When I searched for X Reader fanfics, I realized that there were only one-shots or whole books of these one-shots. Honestly, I was surprised not to find a generalized one, or maybe it’s just me since I grew up reading and writing AU Sans x Reader fanfics that weren’t one-shots, so it seems strange to me. That’s why, if you’re super bored, I’m writing a full-length fanfic in the style of Various Characters x Reader. This will bring me nostalgia from when I used to write AU Sans fanfics and had to rack my brain to find a way for the protagonist to travel between worlds.

Plus, it will include my own artwork! For example, here’s the cover (Drawn by me!).

So, in some chapters, at the very end, there will be some art related to the fanfic. Now then, here’s a small part of the prologue!

⠀.　　　　　　　　　　⠀⠀⠀✦ ⠀ ⠀　　　　　　　　　　　　　　⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀* ⠀⠀⠀.　　　　　　　　　　. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✦⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.　　　　　　　　　　　　　.　　　ﾟ .　　　　　　　　　　　　　. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　✦ 　　　　　,　　　　　　　.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀　　　　　　*　　　　　　　　　　　..　　　　　　　　　　　　　. 　　✦⠀　   　　　,　　　　　　　　　*　　　　　⠀　　　　⠀　　,⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.　　　　　 　　⠀　　　⠀.　　　˚　　　⠀　⠀  　　,　　　　　　.　　　　　　　　　　　　　.　　　　　　*⠀　　⠀  　　　　　⠀✦⠀　　　　　　　*　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　.　　　　.　　　　.　　　⠀　　　　　　　　　　　.　　　　　　　　　　˚　　　　　　　　ﾟ　　　　　.　.⠀　　⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀,　　　*　　⠀.　　　　　.　　　　　　　　　　⠀✦　˚　　　　　　　　　　　　　　.⠀ 　　　　　　　　　　

In the vast abyss of darkness, amidst the distant whisper of the stars, it was where I emerged. I did not exist in a specific place, yet I was everywhere at once, as if my essence floated freely through the confines of everything. Before I even opened my eyes, I had a fleeting glimpse of the infinite universes unfolding in space, but it was like looking through a dense veil: I saw, but I did not understand, as if the immensity was hidden behind a curtain of mystery.

When my eyes finally perceived clearly, I found myself suspended in the very heart of the galaxy, surrounded by the constant cycle of birth and death of the stars. They shone, exploding in bursts of color and energy, and for a while, I confused myself with them. I naively believed that perhaps I, too, was a star, one of those enormous spheres of light destined to burn and extinguish. But soon I understood that I wasn’t. My existence was different, freer, and less predictable. I could move without ties, float from one corner of the cosmos to another, leap into the middle of nothingness, and scream into the soundless void of space.

Despite this immense and sometimes terrifying freedom, I never felt alone. Though there were no other beings like me, the celestial bodies surrounded me, shining with their silent company. And solitude, the kind that might torment others, never troubled me.

I don’t know how much time passed as I floated in the middle of the galaxy, wrapped in the serenity and silence of the cosmos, but there came a moment when something inside me began to awaken. It wasn’t curiosity about who I was or what my purpose was in this vast reality, nor did I even wonder if someone had created me for some specific reason. My nature did not seek existential answers, for I had always felt part of the whole. What truly began to stir within me was a deeper, more subtle curiosity that extended beyond myself: what lay beyond the stars, beyond the stellar bodies that died and were reborn in an endless cycle? What was in those distant corners of the universe I had yet to explore?

You can read the complete prologue and warnings at:

AO3

or QUOTEV

The anxiety I felt before hitting the publish button was intense, but if you're interested, it would make me really happy!

[elpoiorojo]

idk

fanart

[artamos]

[idkimgaysal]

fumus transparents.. need more of em 🙏🙏

Fumus Transparents

I hope this is what you were looking for!

[biidkes]

I love saying "I hate Fumus" and later draw that bitch.

[proship-moodboards]

[ledhomeonhigh]

🚬💜

[yume-shirokuro]

Posting my Aes obsession here too. 💕

Because my tumblr is so dead xD

[onceonafullmoon]

Hi, could you please tell us a bit more about Tsundere/Yandere Fumus? I saw what you wrote about Tsundere/Yandere Fumus, and I was curious if you had thought of anything. I really like your writing and I hope I'm not bothering you. Sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language.

Me when I get to talk about an awful man: 😈 (also these are leaning more towards yan then tsun, so sorry about that)

Yandere Fumus x GN! Reader HCs

Tw!! Violence/torture towards reader and other characters, manipulation (guilt tripping) and non-con mentions

Well, firstly, you’re fucked. But you already knew that, didn’t you?

You’d probably meet through being affiliated with someone else, like Satanick or Taffy, rather than meeting Fumus head on.

See, he’s a bit of the asshole curious type like that, always wanting to know what his toys are amusing themselves with.

When you think about it, it's kinda like a child who only wants to play with his peers toys, but more unhinged and fucked up

Either way, despite their wishes, he’ll either stumble across you or go out of his way to visit you.

You wouldn't think much when you do meet him, he's not outwardly threatening compared like others you might have met. In fact, with the way he seems to disregard your presence enirely, like he's above you, you'd probably just think of him as some typical asshole, the only unsettling thing about him bring those piercing violet eyes of his.

Its only when you turn to see your affilates reaction of utter horror and dread that you realize something is terribly wrong.

When he leaves, you try to pry into what they're so worried about, but whether through straight dismissal (Taffy) or dancing around the topic (Satanick) neither will answer you head on.

Anyways, with Fumus's growing interest in you, you can't really afford to worry about either of them, his visits growing more frequent and that same oppressive feeling growing greater as they do.

It won't be long until you find yourself in his domain, the stench of cleaning products permeating the air.

And is that blood you see in the corner?

Your first few visits will ineviably end in screaming and crying, blood splattered on almost every surface of his office, the same loving treatment Fumus gives all his toys.

You might try to reach out to find help during this time, only to be dismissed entirely by Satanick with a helpless grin or a rather unfortunate response of "it never hurts as much the first time" from Taffy.

You could also try to escape... but running from a God is pointless, which you'll find out through bruises, or if you're particularly unlucky, broken bones.

Meanwhile, Fumus is going through somewhat of a... crisis... on his part as well.

See he only meant to play with you out of curiosity... but now... maybe its your sweet crying face, or the withering glares you send his way... there's just something about you that he can't get out of his mind.

And at first he doesn't think about it, he'd always been a bit obsessive with his toys anyways

But then he sees you talking with one of his angels, a small smile on your face, and he can't help the surge of fury that courses through him.

Both because he hates the idea of you with anyone else and because he realizes what this jealousy means for him despite his self insistance of not wanting a "relationship".

Albeit this notion of a relationship is highly onesided.

That afternoon, he's very busy with his scissors, repeatedly plunging them in and out of the poor angel's body.

And that night, he finds himself busy helping himself to your body too, albeit in a different way, despite your protests and struggles

Distantly he wishes he could take a picture of you, looking ruined for him, until he realizes he could have this sight every night if he choosed so.

Luckily for everyone else, and unfortunately for you, at the discovery of his newfound "feelings", he spends more time tormenting you.

Albeit this time his methods are more... pleasureable than his previous ones, though you might find that worse than being tortured based on how you see it.

Its simple enough to keep you from leaving him consequently, even without him having to exert his power.

Just a simple, playful, remark about how lonely he'd be if you left, that he'd have to subsitute you with his precious little angels, and suddenly you're hesitating on carrying out that escape plan.

Not that it would have worked anyways mind you... perhaps next him he catches wind of a new plan he'll just invite you to watch him have fun with Taffy.

In all, attracting Fumus is the worst mistake you could have unknowingly commited, and now you have to deal with the torture of being damned to a god.

[cc-insanity]

Casual sketch 😗

[slaughter-tapes]

ok last tumblr posting

[corebunbun]

◟★ CHAPTER ⵌ1 ‧₊┊˚꒰A little lost a lot to live꒱༘⋆ ⸝⸝ 【 Okegom Fanfic 】

The next chapter will have a drawing! I was planning to upload it in this chapter, but I'm practicing since it's my first time drawing two characters interacting in the same illustration. I'm improving my anatomy (plus, I sometimes try out new techniques and study art concepts to get better). Since my art school requires me to draw on paper, I always have to create the drawing on paper first and then transfer it to digital, which takes me more time.

And I won’t lie, while I was writing this, I was listening to a playlist titled “pov you had a gacha phase,” and it brought back a lot of nostalgia.

This is not the full chapter, just small parts; the complete chapter has 3,000 words.

you can read it at

˚₊‧꒰❝Follow everywhere I go

Top of all the mountains or valley low

Give you everything you've been dreamin' of

Just let me in,

Everything you want in gold

I'll be the magic story you've been told

And you'll be safe under my control❞꒱ ─ .✧

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀                                             　*　　　　　　　　　　　.

You stand still for a moment, gazing into the starry void in front of you as your thoughts intertwine, trying to make a decision. With your arms crossed over your chest and your head slightly tilted, you feel the weight of the choice before you. Which world should you go to? It’s not an easy decision. Up until now, all the places you’ve visited belonged to the human species—diverse worlds, but with one thing in common: each of them was inhabited by some variation of humanity. This time, however, you are about to venture into the unknown, to explore a world completely different, a place where you have no prior reference.

You know that eventually, you’ll visit every corner of the cosmos that catches your attention, but this first stop is special. The place you choose now will mark the beginning of a new chapter in your possibly immortal life—one where you won’t just be a silent observer, but an active participant in the life of the world you choose. This time, you won’t just be watching from afar, but you’ll be able to interact with the inhabitants, feel their energy, learn their customs, and that thought fills you with excitement. You've longed to experience this direct connection with other living beings, not just analyze them from a distance, but become part, even if only briefly, of their realities.

Your eyes scan the vast possibilities stretching out before you. Worlds twinkling like distant jewels in the immensity of space. "Uh... this one is full of suns," you think, a faint smile forming on your lips. "Maybe I'll visit it later... too hot to start with." Your gaze moves to another world, but the sight of chaos and destruction on its surface makes you frown. "This one looks... disastrous. Not yet." You continue mentally exploring your options, discarding worlds one by one. Some too strange, others perhaps too peaceful for what you're seeking at the moment. "This one’s full of rainbows and clouds... but maybe I’ll save it for the end, a good final destination for closing the cycle of tourism."

One by one, the potential destinations are eliminated, until finally, something catches your attention. It’s not an entire world, but a specific place on one of them: a snow-covered island. Its image materializes in your mind with dazzling clarity. Pure white snow blankets the landscape, and the deep blue sea surrounds the island in perfect contrast. It’s small, yes, but that’s precisely what makes it the ideal starting point. It draws you in in a way you can’t ignore, as if something on that cold, solitary island is waiting for you.

You close your eyes for a moment, keeping your arms crossed, breathing deeply. You know it’s not an easy decision. Every place has its own magic, its own charm, but it's done. You’ve chosen. "I’ll go to that island first," you say softly, sealing the pact with yourself. It’s not large, but it has everything you need to begin this new chapter. It’s a perfect place for first contact, to test your interaction skills with the beings that inhabit it, and to finally explore something beyond passive observation.

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚★⋆｡˚ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆

Without wasting time, you start walking toward them with light but energetic steps. You feel the crunch of the snow beneath your feet, soft yet constant, like an echo resonating in the vast silence around you. As you approach, a few meters away, you come to an abrupt stop. What you see in front of you fills you with a mix of surprise and unease. You don’t know much about social interactions, but your intuition clearly tells you that what’s happening here is not right.

One of the individuals, a man with black hair and an aggressive demeanor, has a cigarette wedged between his lips. With one hand, he is violently gripping the white, fluffy tail of the other figure, who is lying in the snow, clearly desperate. The trapped individual has strange features, as if not entirely human. His white hair contrasts with the blood dripping from his forehead, staining the pure snow beneath him a vibrant red. He clutches at the frozen ground, gasping, pleading, as tears mixed with blood stream down his face, trying in vain to free himself.

The panic you feel at the violent scene hits you hard. You take a small step back, almost instinctively, as if your body wants to pull away from the horror you’re witnessing. But something inside you hardens. The fear doesn’t last long, and your gaze sharpens. You’re not going to let this injustice continue before your eyes. Without thinking any further, you rush toward the black-haired man with determination.

"Take this!" you shout, spinning on your heel to gather force in your leg, delivering a swift and direct kick aimed at his stomach. The aggressor wasn’t expecting anyone to intervene, and though you manage to catch him off guard, he’s quick enough to dodge your attack at the last second, stepping back slightly. However, your intervention succeeds in one crucial way: the man releases the boy’s tail, allowing him to break free from the hold.

The black-haired man looks at you with a twisted smile, his dark eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and danger. With an unsettling calm, he pulls the cigarette from his lips, holding it between two fingers, and gives you a once-over.

"Oh, what do we have here?" he mutters, his words laced with a chilling malice. His grin reveals uneven, sharp teeth that don’t seem entirely human. His expression tells you that this isn’t over, that you may have just stepped into something far more dangerous than you anticipated.

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚★⋆｡˚ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆

You decide there’s no time for a prolonged confrontation. Your priority is getting the boy to safety. You spin on your heels and start running, feeling his tears fall faster as you pick up speed. The cold winter air bites at your face, but you don’t stop. Despite his weakened state, the boy clings to you tightly, his arms wrapped around your neck, his ragged breathing a constant companion as you run. The image you create as you carry him through the snow is reminiscent of those fairytale clichés, where the knight rescues the damsel in distress. But this time, you are the knight.

Before you know it, your hurried steps bring you to what seems to be a small village. As you approach, the landscape subtly changes: modest, scattered houses, some of them resembling igloos. The village looks peaceful, almost frozen in time, like one of those perfect postcards depicting an eternal winter. But the calm is only an illusion; your frantic pace and the urgency of the moment shatter that stillness.

The boy in your arms, still pale and trembling, weakly raises one of his hands, urgently pointing toward one of the houses. It’s a small structure with a sign at the entrance, but before he can explain anything, you act. There’s no time for clarification. You decide this must be the place he means and burst through the door, pushing it open with such force that the sound echoes in the quiet space.

Inside, you find yourself in what looks like a small room resembling an improvised clinic. The air is warmer than outside, but the atmosphere retains that cold, austere touch typical of an icy place. Next to the door, seated at a modest wooden desk, a figure startles visibly at your unexpected and noisy entrance. His features catch your attention immediately: he’s clearly not human, with large owl-like eyes that swivel in your direction with almost inhuman speed.

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚★⋆｡˚ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆

As you release his hands, Yukisada turns to put away the materials he had used to treat Shirogane. However, when he turns back to you, he’s met with a scene he hadn’t anticipated: you’ve gotten too close to Shirogane, leaning over him with curiosity as your fingers play with his soft, fluffy white ears. Despite Shiro’s evident discomfort, you continue to touch his ears with a completely carefree attitude.

“Are you some kind of puppy?” you ask, utterly fascinated by the soft texture of his ears, as if you couldn’t resist the urge to touch them.

Shirogane blinks several times, still reeling from the emotional impact of the earlier encounter and now from your sudden invasion of his personal space. His tears, still present, pause for a moment as he processes your question. And then, his expression changes. His brow furrows visibly as the reality of your comment sinks in.

“I’m an arctic wolf!”

[nemdark871]

new drawings! I feel like it's missing something but it's nice to be able to draw something like this after a while! I was playing with Character.Ai and well, I really liked the chat to the point of drawing an Oc for it. .......................... dibujos nuevos! siento que le falta algo pero es lindo poder dibujar algo como esto luego de un tiempo! estaba jugando con Character.Ai y bueno me gusto mucho el chat al punto de dibujar un Oc para eso.

love you Fumus jaja

[artamos]

stay with me.