#ggg fic

[treefory]

An offer you can’t turn down?

A 1,018 word fic that’s 95% monologue and 5% dialogue. I won’t let Capo and Hector have a break lol.

He found himself staring off the edge of the cliff of grove cove. Pink waters flowed in paths around the islands and dipped into tall waterfalls that led to the ocean below. The sounds of the crashing water almost completely drowned out the sounds of the bizzyboys playing volleyball behind him.

He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and with a few tries with his lighter, he had it lit in his mouth. The salty air drifted the smoke away after every draw. He always appreciated every bit of down time while he was on the clock.

Things are different now. Almost a month ago, the world almost ended. Inspekta fell from godhood and became human again. Everything seemed to change in one day.

“Heya capo!” A familiar voice called from behind- no, Nostalgic was a better word instead of familiar.

Capochin turned to face Inspek- wrong name, he turned to face Hector. His voice was different compared to when he was a god. It was older but still sounded the exact same when he ascended 33 years ago. Like hearing an old song from your childhood that brought back so many memories.

He still looked the same too. His dark blue curly hair that fell over his shoulders, A red and yellow sweater that was tucked into his pants, And A black button nose below his big red glasses. Other than some new wrinkles that decorated his face he looked the exact same way he did the day he became a god.

…The day he became Inspekta

“Yeah?” Capochin replied gruffly. It was so weird having Hector back. He wasn’t used to his boss being able to just walk up to him. A part of him missed the days where he chose when to see him.

“We’re all a getin shaboingboings.” Hector gestured over a nearby hotdog stand. But the way he said it was off. It was a command- an order- a demand. Not a question, but a fact.

A month ago, Capochin would have never batted an eye to his words. A devoted follower of the “one and only god” would never question his leader. He did whatever he said like how he was meant to. Workers answer to the boss and do as they’re told.

He has been there since day one. His first follower to bow to his feet. To hang on his every word. To be the god he prayed to when he felt his lowest and the god he thanked when he felt his highest. 33 years of pure loyalty to his eldest friend.

The way he cooked for him his favorite meal, burgers with tomato, lettuce, pickles, and steak. The meat was personal. A perfect representation of him giving himself up for his god. And he did it every day for him.

He’d watch inspekta take the first bite, and swoon when the flavor hit his tongue. His heart would skip a beat just by the look on his face.

He loves it

He loves me

He’d go to the end of the earth for his god. He’d destroy the world for his god. Rule over everyone with his one and only god. Then will they be equal, Side by side, together

“Nah” Capochin turned away, back to the ocean, and took a breath from his cigarette.

“What?” Hector faltered “but-“

“I’m not going” he deadpanned

All of that was 33 years ago. On his knees begging for something- ANYTHING more than praise. Give him an inch of respect and I’d feel like a yard- no, a mile!

And nothing

For 3 decades, treated like his dog. ‘Capo, deliver this letter!’ “Capo, put up more poy-sters!” “Capo, more burgies!” Capochin didn’t even sound like a name anymore when you toss it around like that.

It’s not even his real name. a name earned through accomplishments, how many letters were there now? Yet a name he clung on to with every fiber of his being. It was his worth

Everything he was worth to inspekta

But he’s gone now.

“But why not?” Hector challenged, his words had a layer of confusion to cover hostility

What? Not used to him saying no?

“Cuz I don’t want too” he said with a shrug

But he did want to. So so badly. A terrible force of habit. He was the god of leadership for a reason. His voice really was like a melody that you couldn’t help but get lost in.

That song was stuck in his head for 33 cobdanm years. This earworm told him to end the world and he danced along to the rhythm. Like a good little dog who only answered to his master

But he was tired of being his bitch

“And I don’t got to, if I don’t want to.” Capochin finished

Hector paused, he knew this ran deeper than not wanting hotdogs. “Capochin…” he held onto his own tail “I’m sorry.”

He didn’t answer

“I know I put yew threw a lot for a long time. And it’s just… I’m so, so sorry for what I did.” He began wringing his tail in his hands “but, fwom human to human, let’s just hang out! Like old times!”

Capochin took a drag “I appreciate the sentiment…” he took the used up cigarette from his mouth and stamped it out on the ground “but I don’t forgive you, and I don’t think I ever will.”

That hurts to admit. Would he really never? Not today at least. Too many raw feelings to stuff down. Jealousy, hatred, stress, admiration… love? There was no way to fit all that junk into a neat box. You Have to wait for it to cook down before it could fit.

“Oh… okay. Sorry for botherin’ yew.” He choked. With his tail still clutched in his hands, he turned and began walking away.

Capochin looked back and yelled “AND PUT YOUR TAIL DOWN! You want even more bandages?!”

“No sir!” Hector dropped his tail as he called back and hastily returned to the bizzyboys.

Even after all those years, he still couldn’t help but care.

[payasita]

who'd call proofreading an artform on its own?

[clickety-clacker]

Been seeing so many cool Clickies on my dashboard since getting into GGG, I just had to take the time to draw a few of them- plus, it was a bit of a challenge to try new styles. A lot of these guys were also super influential to how I draw and even think about Click Clack on my own time, so you should definitely check them out! Names below the cut cus it got long heehoo

Top left: @malartsorte

Top middle (holding papers): @scribblelimbo

Top right: @wishgraanted

Leftmost middle: @beastwhimsy

Middle (peace sign!): @sootnuki

Rightmost middle: @molabuddy

Bottom left: @pespillo

Bottom middle: @artuurle

Bottom right: @modmad

I know I said it already, but all of yall are super cool and I had a lot of fun challenging myself to make this! Keep on being awesome 👍

[cosmocove]

the words you werent saying nearly filled up the room

[determunition]

various pre-godhood lovestory stuff from my fic i've been doodling for warmups lately; there's more dramatic scenes i could have drawn from the most recent chapter but i honestly had a ball writing thespius just moping around and not being able to tell he's madly in love with the weird little guy who edited his script lmao

[echobsilly]

“Born On The Cob” by SalamanderMoss, read it!!!! amazing!!!!!!! 🌽 Gail choking on cornbread in Chapter 3 fanart

[wishgraanted]

" Once there was a man who unknowingly gave away his heart in pieces to every story he wrote. His heart bled as every one of them was rejected, the pieces cast aside. They all landed in the hands of a God who did not understand their value. When the two met, the man showed the God what a heart is worth, and yet, he never asked for his back. "

" Once there was a God neglected by the world. Their domain was adored, but their own interactions with it were not. They met a man with a bleeding heart who allowed them to keep the pieces theirs had been missing. They offered the man everything he asked for, intoxicated by his devotion and fire until his humanity and their divinity spilled into each other and left them both changed "

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63907732

[corntort]

@determunition 's fic "in my life, i love you more" is so fucking good and the ending scene of ch 2 was so fucking clear in my head i had to draw it

[zooterscooter]

parting ways after a long night working ;3

[vaeciorolefrex]

Cobigail's very normal and regular physical avatar from my fic, Strangers in a Familiar Land!

Hang out with her. Her effect on reality is minimal.

[smileposting]

point: one of the most common criticisms of the hobbyhoo chapter that i've seen even from diehard fans is that its central conflict doesn't leave much room for forms of love that aren't romantic or (implicitly) sexual in nature - platonic relationships can just as easily lend themselves to deep and dramatic and introspective art, after all!

counterpoint: said central conflict is clearly a commentary on entertainment companies censoring/refusing to commit to explicitly queer relationships for the sake of raking in more cash, and the vital importance of not watering down your identity and relationships to appeal to people who only care about how much money they can wring out of you and your loved ones. also, neither milldread or buzzhuzz feature romance in their main plots, with the latter even going out of its way to emphasize that the relationship between its two gods is the most important relationship in both of their lives while Also not being even remotely romantic in nature; not to mention that it is Also a story about the importance of artistic freedom in the face of censorship. while the hobbyhoo chapter Probably could have gotten its central point across just as easily if not More effectively by like. idk rick wanting byella to get with feldly or something. to act like the game itself believes that romance is necessary for any given work to be True Art just bc it brings it up as an inspiration in One chapter is to ignore everything outside of hobbyhoo.

counter-counterpoint: that still doesn't mean that those other relationships don't get overshadowed by romantic shipping in fanwork. this is common in all fandoms, of course, but it's an especially missed opportunity in this case, isn't it? also, most of the fans posing that initial criticism are themselves on the aroace spectrum and therefore queer - they aren't trying to water anything down, they just want more variety in an area that's all about variety.

counter-counter-counterpoint: the game's already out. what do?

conclusion: we Gotta extend the "dramatic novella-length multichapter pre-ascension fic" treatment to huzzle mug and/or bauhauzzo. cobigail as well But i would be lying if i said that born on the cob hasn't been doing an excellent fucking job of that already. still. we need More.

[beesofink]

A Helping Hand (that's Hurting)

Written by BeesOfInk

DISCLAIMERS:

1. While not in detail, this fanfiction does contain vomiting.

2. Bauhauzzo might be a bit more emotional here than he is in the game, but that's because I like to interpret him differently.

(Also, I believe you wanted to see this @smileposting & @jathis if I interpreted your comments correctly)

After far too long, The Rift had been finally sealed. In spite of the chaos that has rippled throughout The Grove, from The Cove to The Spire, everyone and everything was safe again. And with this safety came several truths- Cobigail's love for her community, Thespius' and Click Clack's true feelings for each other, King's innocence, Inspekta's plans to take over... This, and the late celebration for King's ascension, was so much to take in. However, none of these were the first things on Bauhauzzo's mind.

Very shortly after King's ascension, Huzzle Mug's stomach had finally forced its contents up its throat. As it began hurling, Bauhauzzo immediately excused himself and Huzzle Mug away. Huzzle Mug was immediately treated with a bucket, pillows, blankets- anything that would help it with the overwhelming nausea as it settled down in Bauspace. Bauhauzzo very gently stroked it's blanketed back, his words kindly filling the air in order to comfort it. Caring for his sickly sibling was the very least he could do for it.

When coughing and shaky breathing replaced Huzzle Mug's vomiting, it looked up at Bauhauzzo, with both exhaustion and appreciation. "Yes, Huzzle Mug?" Bauhauzzo asked softly, as it searched for words. "...Thankppreciate you very ohsomuch, Baubestfriend. You're the greatbestestrock anyperbeing could wishask for..." Huzzle Mug wrapped its shivering arms around Bauhauzzo, unable to squeeze as tight as it normally could. Bauhauzzo gently placed his hands around it's back, mimicking a hug the best he could. "Why, thank you so much, my dearest Huzzle Mug. You're the best sibling I could ever ask for as well, you truly are."

Bauhauzzo had been reminiscing on many memories ever since he had taken Huzzle Mug to Bauspace. Memories of sickness had popped up first, such as before he was wracked by norovirus a long time before before his ascension- or when he took care of an overworked Huzzle Mug before it's own transformation within the rift. The memories then shifted to those of Huzzle Mug, and the millions of good times he had with it. They had shared jokes, thoughts, gifts, and joy for such a long, long time... And it was nearly ripped away from the pair of siblings.

Bauhauzzo was still in emotional disbelief of what had happened to BuzzHuzz. The oppression that Inspekta's men had brought was horrible for the artistsans and craftspeople there, and it would take a while for the beloved city to be repaired by their hands. But the worst part was Huzzle Mug's banishment. Huzzle Mug has called him shortly after the making of that monument, screaming and yelling tearfully about what it thought was a betrayal. Bauhauzzo hadn't gotten the chance to properly explain things to it, and he began to fully break down as his attempts to ring Huzzle Mug were met with nothing. Sobbing had filled the air in his realm for a long while, as he ached for his dear sibling. It would've been one of the last things he would have remembered as well, had Inspekta been successful. How could he have let Inspekta trick him so easily? He had been a god for millions of lifetimes, he should've seen through that letter.

"...Baugodbestie? Are you finekay? You're sniffweeping..!" Bauhauzzo blinked, with Huzzle Mug's words bringing him back to the present. Tears stained both his hands and Huzzle Mug's body, and those stains were only growing and spreading with each drop from his eyes. "Ah, I... I apologize, my Huzzle Mug. I deeply apologize for everything." Huzzle Mug reguarded him with a confused look. "Huh? What are you talksaying about?" Bauhauzzo let out a sad sigh, before clarifying. "...I'm sorry, about everything, everything reguarding the letter that Inspekta sent me."

Bauhauzzo pulled away from the hug as he explained. "I was tricked, and I should've thought more about it before constructing that monument. But I didn't, and Inspekta's men took advantage of it and sealed you away, along with so much art and hard work. Your image was unrightfully smeared by Capochin, and your achievements and ideas were thrown under the bus. ...It was nearly one of our last memories of this place, and intentional or not, I had a hand in that. I understand if you are still frustrated about that, if not far worse."

"...Whowy would I be angset about that?" Huzzle Mug's confused expression only grew, now with a hint of worry as well. Bauhauzzo looked back at it again, his face now reflecting his sibling's- albeit with much more intense sorrow. "What?" "I don't knowsee why Huzzle Bug would be enrageset about you being misceived. Isn't that how a hoaxtrap works?"

"...Well, yes, it does work that way, but- I should've known better," Bauhauzzo countered, his tears thickening and his voice cracking. "I truly should've. I've been alive for millions lifetimes, hundreds into thousands of years- I've been here since The Mitternacht Age. And over that long, long period of time since then, I've witnessed and learned so, so much. So much more than the average person- it is true, you know this. Yet none of that knowledge went to use when I received that letter. I sculpted that monument, blinded by nostalgia, despite what I should've noticed. I didn't bother to think about the consequences, when I had finished it, and had it displayed. And because I didn't apply my memories of deception to any part of it, BuzzHuzz found itself in the jaws of oppression. Art was wiped out. And for the worst part, you were unfairly banished. And we all could've died, too! The guerilla war had slowed the Godpoke down, and had it gone on any longer, everything would have been lost! You would've been lost-- dead! ALL BECAUSE I DIDN'T USE MY MANY MEMORIES TO RECOGNIZE WHAT WAS RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME, AND ACT-"

"BAUMOUSE!! STOP!!"

Despite the exhaustion and the still-present cramp in its stomach and throat, Huzzle Mug found itself screaming out for the sibling it loved dearly. Bauhauzzo jumped, and silently looked back at it. His tears resembled that of a waterfall now, and his breathing wasn't spared from his wailing either. After Huzzle Mug took a toll from the shout and retched into the bucket, It tried to give the stone god the most comforting look possible.

"As undinlieable as the bigmassive troubproblem was- it wasn't Bauyou who was behindcausing it! I was bantranished, yeture, but it was Inspekta who sneakdid it! He toldordered his bizzymen to banstroy all that art, and to chabanish me away! ...You may be over 3,350 elderold, and you have seewitnessed somanymuch in that long ticktime, but so am HuzzleI. And I thought that you trureally meant to becrueltray me even though it didn't make sense and the huzzyhumans were telling me otherwise."

Huzzle Mug took a moment to breathe, and wrap it's arms around Bauhauzzo again before clarifying. "What I'm tellsaying Bauyou is, that I bethinklieve that we're all capaable to be fooled, despite our ancientage. We may have learned a manylot, but that doesn't mean that we're untouchfoolable. And the same goes for our deifriends- they were tricktrapped too. So please, stop blameshaming yourself. This isn't yourhauzzo fault, and I hatespise seeing you like this."

While Bauhauzzo's tears continued to flow, they were now out of gratitude. He returned the hug, as his voice croaked. "...Thank you, Huzzle Mug. I believe I needed to hear that- yes, I really did. Thank you so much." "You're welcome," Huzzle Mug gently replied. "I lovecherish you verymanymuch, Besthauzzo." "...I love you too, Sibird."

"...I think I'm crawanting a tastygood drink."

"You should wait until after your stomach settles, you really should. It would be bad for you to immediately toss your cookies again."

"...I might be wishwanting cookies too, now."

[determunition]

hey! just read through chapters 2 and 3 of “in my life, i love you more”. congrats on making me tear up in the dead of night Several times. this is actually so good

AGH it's been a hundred years (like two weeks), but i wanted to finally answer this lovely ask; hurt/comfort and emotional stuff isn't usually my wheelhouse so i'm so happy to hear in my life's touched you in that way, i've been putting a lot of myself into it :3

speaking of which...if it's feels you seek, i have been holding out on you guys in the way of that good good angst; unsurprisingly it's easy to get bashful about doodling hurt/comfort from your own gay lil self-indulgent fanfic lmao

[realityandrebirth]

Summary: After the near world-ending apocalypse and disbanding the Bizzyboys, Capochin spends a lot of late nights drinking at the Soul Cricket. When he goes to Thespius, seeking a way to ease his pain, he finds he's given away something important.

Warnings: alcoholism, vomiting.

Read it here!

Hi I've fallen headfirst into a new fandom & new hyperfixation. This is the lead to a longer fic, but that probably won't be posted for a while longer. Have fun!

[butchcapochin]

When the rift closes, leaving King a god and Inspekta one no more, Capochin feels a lot of things amidst the rubble of an empire he helped create. He's hurt. He's angry. He's confused. Most of all, he has no idea how to even begin picking up the mess left for him to clean. Some help would be nice, but who do you confide in when the one you've spent decades devoted to is no longer an option?

Here's a link to the fic I posted last week! I hope you all enjoy.

[inspektahekta]

//i like how inspekta is given these swords for both the one that made it into the game and the one that didn't, yet he never uses a weapon beyond his own hands. there is no evidence that he is or was ever a swashbuckler or fighter in any capacity, but these statues infer that he's at least projecting that he is into his propaganda