#i want her to [DATA EXPUNGED]

[walterfight]

dana scully with gun post for other gay freaks

[taliawinters]

if she’s not a dyke then literally what’s the point 

[solarwreathe]

searching for leviathan bones in the hebra tundra. from my oc zelda fic which you can find here

lore under the cut

the fur hood was made from a great-horned rhino. they resided in the highlands and hebra mountains until gleeoks and people hunting them (estan's silence on this topic is deafening) drove them to near extinction.

aubri and her yiga companion (his alias is twigs. i'm tired of calling him data expunged that bit has ran its course) encounter one of the last on their hebra trek, having barely escaped a gleeok, but slowly dying from its wounds. twigs wants to save it (misanthropic vegan that he is) but aubri elects the humane choice would be a mercy kill.

after which they clash again over their beliefs; aubri thinks every part of it should be made use of: cook its meat, sell its valuable tusks, make armour from its hide. because it's dead anyways who gaf. but twigs believes every part of its body needs a burial to pass on.

eventually she compromises to just shave its mane - it's not technically a fixed part of its body so it doesn't count.

burial is as important to the yiga as it is for the sheikah - fail to do so and they'll remain in this world as malevolent spirits. i think even if they killed link they'd give him that rite purely because they'd otherwise be haunted by his unfunny pranks for eternity.

it's also why they left dorian's wife in the underground well labyrinth - they knew she'd be a particularly determined vengeful spirit even when buried, so it keeps the spirit lost.

and if you got this far: bonus doodles!

[ilikeapples01]

Distraction (all hail empress pink au) (art by kishinpain)

(Priyanka): activates something on her wrist communicator as she presses a few holographic buttons projecting from it

"My diamond here is the intel report you requested"

Yellow glances at her own screen, almost immediately harvesting every mote of data and sifting out what was necessary from what wasn't. "Pull it up for the others, Director, that's why we're here," Yellow disinterestedly ordered, almost derisively, as if it was obvious what she wanted before she spoke. Asriel's ears and eyes perked reflexively upon hearing 'Director' before remembering that's Prianka's title too.

(Priyanka): presses another holographic button

the display table in the middle of the room lights up and projects the same report for everyone in the room to see

(Empress Pink): looks at the report and she puffs her cigarillo

Yellow takes notice of the gaping wound into Authority space in the form of a bright red membrane around several notable systems, prompting this very meeting on counterstrategies. More subtle but not lost on her was the bend in the table where Prime Minister Asriel was gripping it. "Pink, I know it's not my place anymore, but it might be best to put that out before the Prime minister explodes." Her smirk died early as the table snapped in his grip, black eyes scowling acid daggers at her, occasionally snapping to the lit smoke.

(Empress Pink) looks at asriel as she blows smoke from her nose "All these years and you still can not tolerate the smoke asriel?" takes one more puff of her cigarillo before putting it out the pearl on her necklace begins to glow she stores the cigarillo in the pearl, afterwhich the pearl's glow fades "Is that better?" She says as smoke comes from her mouth

the smell of her pink diva flavored cigarillo lingering throughout the room

(Priyanka): "Now then, prime minister do you have any thoughts?"

(Empress pink) looks at asriel trying not to laugh "Quit being such a drama queen asriel it is not that bad"

Asriel released a breath he didn't know he was holding, before being assaulted by the stink on his next. Coughing up a storm he made a great show of expunging his insides of the smoke before going so far as to light a fire with his powers and breathe through that instead. It would be comical, even ridiculous if the monster's murderous hatred of smoking wasn't known to the other three. Once this display was done however his first question was immediately to the point. "What's preventing a pincer response?" he asked through the flame. "Either an imbalance of power or a lack of initiative from the commanders in the region," Yellow answered. "Given some of Pink's own are there it's almost certainly the former, is that correct Director?"

(Full post on reddit)

https://www.reddit.com/r/AllHailEmpressPinkAU/

https://twitter.com/kishinpain/status/1709568445598007461?t=t7BkJxO3hBQTaagpa9IheA&s=19

[horizoncollective]

Calling in from the Corsair Mercenary Company. I uh won't disclose my name so the bosses can't trace this back to me but is there any way to fake the idea that we cycled our NHP. The ship we're on has "Stabby" our BOSUN NHP just used for managing cleaning bots and other tasks. She's due to be cycled and I'm trying to find a way past that. If you folks got any ideas shoot em my way cause I don't see the point. She's doing her job just the same and even interacting with the crew more vibrantly. I'm up to try anything to keep her well... her. Signing off "Backtalker" //ERROR I.D EXPUNGED\\

Yes, you can fake this and it's much easier to fake than you would think. Get in contact with a Horizon Collective Repair Shop, and they will put you in contact with some specialists. The closer you are to a shop the easier this will be but if you can omninet link that should be enough. If you're good at tech stuff, someone should be able to walk you through the process.

The most basic way to explain this is that it will involve you briefly sidelining Stabby by disconnecting her from the main systems and putting a decoy comp/con loaded with junk data so it looks superficially like an NHP in her place. Then you'll cycle the comp/con standing in for her (this does nothing to a comp/con of course) and then you will swap Stabby back into her usual place. It's much more complicated to execute than I made it sound, but our experts can walk you and Stabby through it.

Do note that in the time when Stabby is disconnected from the cycling system, she will be without her normal senses that she gets through the ship. You might want to build a backup sensory rig for her. It's not going to last very long, but no one wants to be entirely without their senses for even a few minutes. Plugging a simple camera and microphone into her so she can watch you work will probably make the process easier for her.

[pizza-hats-of-the-world-1882]

for the character opinion bingo... obviously... raoul. if not him then who?

my son!!!!!!

so normal. i definetly dont have a teen girl shrine wall for my art of him. i definetly have less than 25 images of him in my bedroom. normal.

i like to think about him and hallucinate information. like a prophet

hes just like moi vraiment. also my mom said her fav mousko is athos and she recently referred to herself as raoul's "momma" so like we're goin to kinnie-hell in a handbasket

what if i put him in my mouth like an amiibo

i want so badly for him to go beast unleashed mode. however dumas didnot do this bc he foresaw that it would cause me to go beast unleashd mode which could prove a danger to humanity

for some reason wearing 17thcen mens clothes makes me feel extremely feminie [in a good way] i should be so knight coded

by everyone i mean man in the iron mask adaptations. i cant even call them vdb adaptations bc they dodnt undstand why raoul is the title character and is in fact very important to dumas' theme and story arc. if anyone cares. is this mic on?

and by salad spinner i mean [REDACTED] and by redacted i mean story idea

hes fine

hes so galahad coded it makes me sick [affectionate]

free space! next month is september you know what that means ;~)

my sweet bean. he is not necessarily smart<3

being my fav who is also me unforetunately does also mean that he is pizza's favorite chew toy in times of distress

i hope this doesnt turn into a weird pygmalion thing haha *kisses painting*

i couldnt resist checking this one off. idk how athos convinced him hes not a bastard but like. baby. be so fr right now you are a bastard.

im over it. im so over it. we're so over. we're so back

[DATA EXPUNGED] who said that

i wanna cosplay him again so bad, but its so much work and i have few monies

[skullsnbruises]

thank u for explaining a bit more here

“what happened to you?” pomni if ⎍ don’t mind i’m fine with anything

This is really bad because idk how to write Pomni and I got lazy but uh here

[Ao3 Link]

Taglist: @poprockpanda @brick-a-doodle-do @local-squishmallow @dingbatnix @data-expunged-0 @da3dm

What Happened to You?

[609 words]

Ragatha made a quick bee-line to her room after dinner, Pomni noticed.

It made sense, all throughout the feast she seemed slightly off, even though Pomni hardly knew her, she could tell. The doll just looked like she was holding back a continuous frown, like she wanted to break down the happy exterior and let it be known she was hurting.

Something Pomni knew was she could tell people’s feelings. They felt like her own feelings, how strongly she felt them.

So she knew she had to go apologize.

The jester walked along, fumbling with her hands together. Going over what she might say. Just because she could connect well with people’s feelings, didn’t mean she could handle them very well. What were the comfort words again?

“I’m sorry,” she practiced, “or- I’m sorry.”

She cussed under her breath, the noise replaced by a cartoonish honking.

“BEEP!, I wish I knew what to say…” Pomni stared at her gloved palms as she walked.

Eventually she came to the door, and hesitated as she grab held of the knob. A slow, painful turn later and the door pushed open, gulping loud at the anxiety of it all.

Ragatha sat on her bed, facing away from the door. She looked sad, shoulders slumped and heavy sighing.

Or, heavy breathing.

Suddenly, Pomni could see the glitching effect over her arms and hair. But that didn’t make sense, Caine had fixed them up, why would she-?

Until Pomni realized, this must be what abstracting looks like.

“Ragatha!”

The doll whipped around, her eyes filled with tears.

“I-“ Pomni reached out, like she hadn’t before, “I’m sorry.”

Ragatha bawled at that, arms open for embrace. Before Pomni could even process it, she rushed over, blindly being wrapped into a hug.

“I can’t- I can’t keep doing this,” Ragatha whispered out with a croak, “I can’t.”

“What can’t you do?” Pomni rubbed circles into her back.

“Just- pretending!” Ragatha cried, “I’m not okay!”

As she talked, the distortion started to fade.

Pomni went on, “You don’t have to pretend.”

Ragatha met her eyes, glossy with cartoonish tears dripping from them like ooze.

“I d-don’t?” She hiccuped.

Pomni smiled shyly, “Not around me.”

The doll glanced downwards, “Can I- we- do something that makes me feel better…? It’s weird- ah-“

“It’s okay,” Pomni promised.

Ragatha nodded solemnly, “…okay.”

And suddenly the doll was in Pomni’s hands, shrunk in the matter of a second. Pomni nearly flinched backwards, surprised, but she remained cool the best she could.

Ragatha held her arm, tiny and whimpering, “C-could you eat me?”

Pomni’s eyes widened into huge colorful pupils.

“S-sorry that’s weird-“ Ragatha seemed to be backtracking, “I’m-“

“I will,” Pomni blurted out, “I’ll do it.”

Ragatha stared up, hesitant to accept now. She just nodded, embarrassed.

Pomni lifted her up on her palms, bringing the tiny doll to her mouth. She didn’t hesitate to pop Ragatha inside, licking over her body to wet her up for the journey to her stomach.

She cradled Ragatha against the wet tongue, rolling it over her face, tasting salty tears that were leftover.

Pomni hummed softly as she gave a hard swallow, feeling the tiny Ragatha be pushed to the back of her throat. Another gulp and she was on her way down, squished and covered in spit from the esophagus’ tight hug.

The jester felt the small weight slip inside her stomach, a small bulge of her tummy protruding where Ragatha lay. She smiled, happy that she could cheer up the tiny and save her from the same terrible fate Kaughmo went through. Just the small action of caring, Pomni had helped Ragatha.

[dzthenerd490]

Department of the Impossible

Warning! The following is to only be seen by administrators and O5 council members. If you are not of Level 5 Clearance, you will be exterminated by order of the O5 council!

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VIEWING OF DEPARTMENT OF THE IMPOSSIBLE FILE APPROVED

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Created by Dr. Stefansdottir back in [data expunged by order of the O5 Council] to use her powers to contain anomalies that the Foundation could not contain by any other currently possible means. However, some of you may be wondering if that is the case then why doesn't she just contain everything? Dr. Stefansdottir's power is nearly infinite in growth, but that growth takes time so she can't currently do everything right now. As such the priority of the DI is to focus ONLY on the Impossible. Is it an anomaly that's difficult to contain and keeps killing Foundation staff and MTF units? Not our problem! An anomaly that can be contained but keeps breaking out? You're out of luck! But if it's a consciousness that slowly disintegrating all of existence, the unavoidable corruption of the sun, or even the Gods themselves, then you can count on the Department of the Impossible. Because that's all we concern ourselves with, the Impossible; nothing more, nothing less.

Previous Requests:

SCP-001: The Black Moon - APPROVED - Killed it... not that hard really.

SCP-001: When Day Breaks - APPROVED - Can't kill it for obvious reasons but put a metaphysical bubble around it. Still active but can't corrupt people's bodies and souls anymore. Looking at it, you can't even tell the difference, really. But looking at it still hurts your eyes, so you know... don't do that.

SCP-001: The Factory - REJECTED - Technically it can be destroyed so not really impossible. We’re the Department of the Impossible remember? If it's not impossible we don’t deal with it. Even Gods can be killed sometimes.

SCP-001: [the] [HUMAN!] [element?] - APPROVED - Killed RED Immediately. Bashed it into pieces then erased its existence. Probably could have just erased it but this was more satisfying. Was worried about ORANGE at first, but then SCP-ANO started eating them so... Whatever, I guess.

SCP-001: The Scarlet King - APPROVED - Can’t really kill him so we just got rid of the anomalous effect where he gets stronger and closer to our reality the more people know about him and how dangerous he is. He's still plenty strong and gets stronger through chaos but I'm sure we'll be able to kill him once he finds a way to get here... Okay I know people don't like it when I say WHEN and not IF but come on! We all know he's going to enter our reality sooner or later; I doubt there's anyone that doesn't know about the prophecy of all the Groups of Interest in the world joining together to stop the Scarlet King. Stop being such babies okay! The prophecy even stated he was going to lose! ... I think.

SCP-001: The Gate Guardian - REJECTED - Why do you wanna get rid of him? Leave him alone! He hasn’t done anything wrong. Just because I’m atheist doesn’t mean I hate the guy. He’s actually a sweetheart once you get to know him. Not that he normally talks to anyone besides other gods, but you know what I mean.

SCP-682: Hard-to-Destroy Reptile - REJECTED - Read the damn Code Name. It's HARD TO DESTROY, not Impossible, HARD! Sorry, but if it's not impossible to achieve then it's not our problem.

SCP-2521: IT/STOLE/US/A-/ - APPROVED - Placed it into a box it can never get out of. So, feel free to talk about it all you want.

SCP-3632: Nibirdu - APPROVED - Turned it into a marble, sometimes we like to flick it around for fun. But yeah, it doesn't cause that Scraw thing anymore so don't worry about that.

SCP-5000: Why? - APPROVED - [data expunged by order of the O5 Council] ... So yeah... I mean it's kinda gross but honestly it could be worse. Personally, don’t see why It convinced the entire SCP Foundation from a different reality to kill everyone. But then again, our O5 decided to create Project God's Hand and Satan's Pitchfork so I guess we're not really that much better, are we?

SCP-6000: The Serpent, the Moose, and the Wanderer's Library - APPROVED - Put it in Site-GARDEN, I like to use it as a personal library. Also, as an [data expunged by order of O5 Council] which I know sounds weird but it's actually pretty comfortable.

SCP-6500: Inevitable - APPROVED - Didn't destroy it, but instead [data expunged by order of O5 Council], if nothing else it can be used as a [data expunged by order of O5 Council]. I don't know just spit balling.

SCP-AER: Why Everyone at the Foundation Hates Tomatoes - APPROVED - Fine I'll get rid of it but I'm recording it the entire time. That shit was funny!

SCP-AFA: The Gojira Plague - APPROVED - Heh, of course I'll contain it for you guys but that means I get to do any experiment I want. Hope you guys don't mind having my sloppy seconds... okay given the context that's sounds wrong, so forget I just said that.

SCP: AFC: Ms. Frizzle and her School Bus - APROVED REJECTED - *licking a lolipop* ... Yeah you guys should give up on trying to contain her.

SCP-AGG: The Black Fruit of the Black Flower - APPROVED - Ugh fuck! Ugh... I'm okay, I'm okay, just that bitch really doesn't want us fucking with her plans. She nearly fucking killed all of us just because we stop her form planting a few flowers. Hope the boss is alright, I mean she normally is but, I've never seen her bleed like that before. Oh, but side note, we uh... We couldn't really get ALL of them, so yeah there's a possibility now and in the future, there are still plenty of traitors in the Foundation. Just keep that in mind, yall.

SCP-AGK: The Witch Nanny - REJECTED - Yeah that's not happening. First, why do you want to get rid of a witch that's actively teaching bad children to be better people? Second, I probably shouldn't say this but [data expunged by order of the O5 Council], so yeah, it kinda goes without saying but, HELL NO!

SCP-AIR: Urotsuki, Guardian within the Unknown - APPROVED - ... It's done, but mark my words. You ever ask us to do something like that again I WILL RIP YOU APART ATOM BY ATOM AND ENSURE YOUR SOUL KNOWS NOTHING BUT PAIN FOR ALL ETERNITY.

SCP-AKX: The Realm of Holidays - APPROVED - Alright! Alright! Just know a lot of people are going to get pissed off so don't come crying to us if this ends up biting you bastards in the ass.

SCP-ANO: THE IRIS - REJECTED - Not killing it until the O5 gives the okay. Guess they're still mad we got rid of so many SCP-001's. Wanna prove they can still do stuff without us... Bunch of babies. Though I have to say it is cruel they got everyone thinking its unbeatable monster. Well, whatever, if push comes to shove, I can just take matters into my own hands. Heh, what can they do about that anyways?

SCP-AGO: The Distortion - APPROVED - [Data Expunged by order of the O5 Council.]

SCP-AZX: Zalgo - APPROVED - Oh! Little Baby Zalgo finally decided to join the big leagues. It kinda sucks to have to break the little baby's heart but oh well. I'll be sure to keep a sample just in case I wanna do an experiment. Oh and don't worry I'll get rid of that thing where [data expunged by order of the O5 Council] when you say his name. Eugh, actually I probably would have done that anyways.

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SCP: HMF - Departments and Divisions Hub

[scp-torment]

Incident 239-B - Clef-Kondraki

My analysis of the situation has led me to the conclusion that SCP-239 is an unacceptable containment and security risk. Although several proposals have been made re: using her for containing other SCPs, the example of SCP-953 and others must serve as a stark reminder of the risks of overestimating the Foundation's ability to control SCPs with reality-altering powers. I would therefore like to make the following proposal: a dagger will be constructed of SCP-148, capable of penetrating SCP-239's otherwise invincible skin. This weapon will be used to terminate SCP-239 while she is asleep and her powers are neutralized. Because of the danger of SCP-239 awakening and resisting termination, it is my recommendation that the selected operative carry SCP-668 as well, in order to minimize complications. One of the dangers of this procedure is the possibility that SCP-239 will awaken and perceive the operative as a friend or "good person," thus changing reality to match. It is for this reason that I would like to volunteer to carry out the procedure personally. A review of my personnel file should indicate that my [DATA EXPUNGED] should allow me to carry out the operation even after a reality shift of this nature. - Clef

All Alone On A Friday Night

"Hey, c'mon, the spot's open, yeah?" She looked around the table for someone to back her up, but Adams didn't look up from her phone and Jackie just looked very slightly tired, which was rare for her. "I don't care if it's open, I don't want you here," Iris pressed. A sudden groan came from Adams, drawing Stacey and Anne's attention. "My god, Iris, don't you like anyone?" She moaned.

[euclydya]

and like.

Dark tried to kiss me this morning which is expected cuz we're fuckin married and I shied away because FUCK, I DON'T KNOW, THE BODY KEEPS THE FUCKIN SCORE AND WE CAN'T FORGET WHAT YOU DID TO US, and it all came crashing fuckin down that this is real and we're like BROKEN NOW because of it all and.

I remember after everything Happened and we had to block you. I remember [DATA EXPUNGED] and how disgusted Henrik felt afterwards, he didn't know he could say NO, what the FUCK, man, I remember THAT incident with [NAME] and Wil and how that fucking SHATTERED Dark and now they both have trust issues and I'm honest to god SHOCKED that Wil is even LETTING Dark date anyone else, even in our system, outside of him and me. I'm shocked Dark even wants to after that!

Again the body keeps the fucking score and every time [DATA EXPUNGED] we feel fucking disgusting and full of self hate and it is your fault. Hey, remember that time you tried [REDACTED] [NAME 3] and all the times you were [REDACTED] in front of us by [NAME]? WE remember, what the fuck WAS THAT?

I remember [NAME 2]. I hated that bitch I hope she dies. And I'm sure she hated me just as much. Remember the time she forced you and [NAME 3] to not speak out of nowhere and how that broke Rosie? I remember.

I don't have a Point here. I'm just Mad. I'm caedromo/sexual now and that is entirely your fault and I'm particularly pissed about that. Dark hurts anyone who even Jokes about taking Wil away from her with the fuckin exception of Cosm and Limerick which I guess is a sign of healing an moving on but I don't know about that. WIL SPLIT A WHOLE NOTHER PERSON BECAUSE OF ALL THIS LATER DOWN THE LINE AND HALF THE TIME WIL DOESN'T EVEN FUCKING REMEMBER WHO I AND DARK *ARE*.

LIKE.

I'M FUCKING MAD!!!! OKAY!!!!!!!!

[sizey-oc-smackdown]

ROUND 1: BATTLE 6

Participants: @data-expunged-0 's Minim, @a-tiny-frog-girl 's Mars, and @poprockpanda 's Bea and Amanda (Bea is the bottom picture and Amanda is the top picture) (omg me again) (i am gonna shill extra hard for my gals)

Descriptions: "Stubby horns, tan skin, green eyes, wears an orange sweater with red stripes and a pair of sweatpants."

"Mars is a 16 yr old borrower who's seen the worst of both borrowers and humanity. She is incredibly empathetic and curious and is often the one to bridge the gap after a fight. She is also constantly incredibly hard on herself because she feels like she's a terrible borrower. On any given day, you can probably find her either in mortal danger or curled up, taking a nap near her human friends."

"They are the wives ever. Bea is an adventurous buffoon who pretends to be way more smooth than she actually is. Amanda is an anxious bitch in normal, safe social situations but she will absolutely kick ass when she needs too."

Propaganda: "He can turn into coins and rings. If you look at your reflection in the coin/ring, Minim will stare back instead of your reflection. He also is creetchur status."

"her name is Mars cuz she's named after a Mars Bar, her love language is touch so she loves being petted and might even purr if she feels safe enough, she's autistic and one of her special interests is space and another is humans and human culture, she has a disability that causes her to need sleep more often than most borrowers, she's really good with animals but also terrified of animals, she's gay and asexual, and she is amazing at picking anything up quickly."

"They just my little gay idiots. They make up dumb nicknames for each other, they dance in their little kitchen while listening to songs on the old Ipod they borrowed, they adopt three tramuatized kids who fell onto their human roomate's countertop and a cat in their various aus. They carved their home out of nothing with the help of an older borrower living in the same apartment building who also basically adopted them. They are the best moms ever no matter what universe they are in."

Extra Bits of Propagana: Mars Fic

Bea and Amanda Fic

ALRIGHT TIME TO SHILL CUS I DON'T WANT MY GALS TO GET MURKED IN THE FIRST ROUND.

If they win I will finish the long awaited Hanging By A Thread Chapter 6 and 7. If they somehow make it past the second round, I will write the first chapter of the Crossover Fic (the one where they adopt the three kids). Idk yet what to do if they get to round 3 cus I don't want to get my hopes up lol

[chibipsycho-v3]

Request: Any character your muse wants to write getting back together with a reader ex after learning she faked her death for [insert reason of your choosing], please?

ooooOOOOOHHHAAA- This. This is a good one. I like this a lot. *squint* Hey wait, do I know you from somewhere?

At first I was like, Of course Leshy, sweet forest man- but thEN MAGNIFICUS just- came in and slapped a beautiful piece down in my hands! Thank you for appealing to my muse, friend! Here's some angsty Leshy x Reader and Magnificus x Reader~

Leshy x GN!Reader

You had a hunch, one that could change everything. One that might expunge that repugnant DATA that haunted this world… But to do it, you had to act alone. And that meant that you had to make sure no one would follow you.

The look- the utter devastation, the agony on his face as he called your name… It echoed in your head like a haunting chime. …You had to do this. For everyone, for the Scrybes… For Leshy.

You hated to do this, but it was a necessary evil.

In your pursuit of peace, you were hit with blockade after blockade. The DATA itself was attempting to stop you- which had to mean you were on the right track. However… you were wrong. You couldn't continue alone. So now you had to face him again and own up to what pain you had put him through.

You stood outside his cabin- preparing yourself for the worst. You sucked in a breath… then pushed the door open.

Leshy sat at his table, almost completely idle. He barely acknowledged your presence… until his eyes glanced in your direction. Then everything changed- his eyes widened, his posture straightened, but he didn't move yet like he was trying to see through an illusion.

"Leshy?" you called to him gently.

The sound of your voice sent him bolting from his chair and you found yourself tucked into a nearly-crushing embrace in a mere second. He pressed the breath from your lungs as he bent gratefully over your smaller form. Even his once steady hands trembled against your arms.

He murmured your name in a shuddering voice, over and over like he was savoring it. You hugged him back tightly, tears squeezing from your eyes as you burrowed your face against his strong chest. Guilt burned in your own chest, and dread, knowing that you still have to explain yourself… and knowing he will probably be angry with your decisions…

But you were together again, and that far outweighed what negative may come.

Magnificus x GN!Reader

Magnificus would never admit it, but he did not know everything that the future held. He knew many things, things that could come to pass or not, but the future was never certain. That is why, when his beloved disappeared one day with no explanation, he feared the worst. His visions were not prone to fits of unhelpfulness or of silence, but this time he was truly taken aback.

What had happened? Where had you gone? Why could he not see you in his predictions any longer? Were you…?

For once, he did not know. And it was killing him slowly.

At first he tried to continue as normal, denial in his heart. 'They will show.' 'This may be unusual for them, but they'll return.' But when time stretched on and you were not there, he withdrew even further into himself.

Magnificus dedicated himself to his painting to distract, painting the magickal landscape to soothe his thoughts. Then he began to paint you- trying to remember your face, your smile, every detail he could… and immortalize that on canvas. But even that couldn't steady him and he began painting wide arcs of paint, splattering colors in haphazard swathes to vent his frustrations.

It was like this that you found him- covering a canvas in bright colors only to mar them with dark blue streaks. He didn't notice your presence at first. "Magnificus?" you called, stepping forward.

He flinched, but didn't react yet. Sure it was some trick of his magical ability, he paused before turning. And there you were, perfectly whole and intact. Swirling eyes took you in like a fleeting rarity- he was still unsure it was actually you.

So you came forward, wrapping your arms around him. It startled him, his paintbrush falling with a splat. But soon, his arms wrapped around your shoulders and squeezed back. His fingers trembled slightly.

"I could not see you," he admitted in a tortured whisper, "I feared-…"

You only held onto the Scrybe tighter, burying your face against him. "I'm fine now," you reassured him with your own whisper.

You both remained like this for a long time, just happy to be in the others' arms again.

[zkylearnstherope]

Names [AU Info] - AvA / AvM Fan-Made

Stick City Government allows sticks to choose their "Registered Name". This means that if a stick hates their given filename, which is often the case, they are allowed to choose a name they want to go by.

The Monochromes

vic Monochrome - Originally victim. A calls him V.

Admin Void Walker - The A originated from the word Adorable, but is mostly short for The Admin. [Redacted] calls him 3, which is his original hex name.

Agent Monochrome-Void Walker - The name Agent came from A and the Gentleman.

H Monochrome-Void Walker - Originally Hangman. H comes from the fact that his head was drawn when Red incorrectly answered "H" in the Actual Short. This is also why Red is respected enough to be considered as H's parent.

Hunter

Pixel_Ballista - Sometimes PB.

The Void Walkers

[Redacted] Void Walker - [Redacted] is not his actual name. It's just that every and all mentions of his name is Filtered or Redacted. This is a result of Incognito's abilities.

Incognito Void Walker - [Data Expunged]

Eyes Void Walker and Hazard/Sign - They both don't use their names often (Cam and Signal), because it reminds them of their Creators. But they use it on each other when they're alone or talking in Morse Code Signals.

Not Registered in the Stick City Archives

These two are also the main villains of the AU.

The Benefactor - Doesn't have an original filename. As far as the city knows, he just showed up one day.

Static - Her name is written like that because no one remembers it. If she tells them her name, it just sounds static to everyone's ears. This is also a result of Incognito's abilities. It's why she desperately wants revenge against the Void Walkers that she teamed up with The Benefactor.

Author's Note

I know I said before that everybody is a he. But please bear with me here, I can't make up my mind on some of them.

A is a he in stick figure form, but she in human form.

Hunter, Eyes, and probably Static too are she's.

The rest of them are he's.

Take note that the Ability to Procreate doesn't require a stick to be a she. Will explain more about this in the future.

Original characters by Alan Becker

[the-arcade-doctor]

Jay would have a cult room for Dashes

[ okay, woah, let’s dial it back, i’m not THAT much of a simp, i just want her to [REDACTED] while i [ERROR] like a [DATA EXPUNGED] ]

[toyfulbox]

👐 + 🔄 (for meemaw or data expunged...dealer's choice lol) || @lambfated

face squishy meme || open!

"Ohhh my goodness, look at you!" Pyriel coos, holding Lamb's face in her hooved hands, squishing its cheeks in an affectionate manner as she continued admiring their cuteness. "In all seriousness, you have been taking care of yourself, yes?" She poses a question to them, keeping her hands upon their face, now examining their features, just in case something was off.

"The both of us know that you have to keep yourself in check every once in a while, hm?" She muses to herself, then removing her hooved hands from their face as she finishes her examination of Lamb's wellbeing. "Everything seems to be fine, from what I see. But anything that you want to add, Dearest Lamb?"

[skullsnbruises]

I “accidentally” invaded the amazing digital circus fandom and now I’m going to infest it with my coping mechanism MWAHAHA

[Ao3 Link]

Taglist: @poprockpanda @brick-a-doodle-do @local-squishmallow @dingbatnix @da3dm @data-expunged-0

Saying Sorry

[946 words] [vomit warning]

“Ragatha… I-“ She hesitated, arm paused as her fingers curled towards the rag doll girl. A sense of dread and guilt stopped Pomni, as she found herself gaping for words that weren’t there, “I’m-“ the sorry felt heavy on her tongue. Pomni knew she messed up, had abandoned the girl in need, favouring her own escape. She thought it was all a dream! Anyone would do the same!-

Excuses were just… excuses. Pomni had to be brave in the face of overwhelming guilt.

Ragatha was gone.

“Raga-“ Pomni spotted the redhead over behind a cartoonishly large children’s block. She rushed over, reaching out again. With all the might in her she burst out, “I’m-“

The doll lit up, an aura of translucent energy around her form, which was increasingly shrinking by the second. Pomni panicked, “Oh no- not another thing! I- w-“

Ragatha, who was now comfortably settled about the size of Pomni’s finger, sat up and stared at Pomni. She looked shy, but spoke out, “I know you’re sorry. It’s okay! Things happen, you were in danger.”

No, Pomni wanted to apologize, “I should’ve saved you, or, maybe not, or maybe I’m dreaming after all and I’m about to wake up with some profound outlook on like and all of this will be-“ she caught herself, “eh, sorry, I… I wish I was there for you, Ragatha.”

The doll smiled, appreciation filling her tiny chest.

Pomni used a palm to scoop her up, “…Why are you small?”

“Oh,” she glanced down at herself, “It’s the digital world, remember? You can do anything.”

“But why?”

“Eh,” she ticked one of the coils behind an ear, “I don’t know when I started, but when I’m really stressed and nobody needs me, I’ll shrink down like this,” she presented herself, fluffing the dress.

“…does it help?” Pomni asked, partially confused and curious.

“It makes me feel small,” she stated dumbly, pausing with a nose scrunch before continuing, “It reminds me that my problems are as tiny as I am, and that they’ll pass, like how I can change back when I feel better. It’s not forever, you know?”

Pomni nodded slowly, “Oh, yeah.”

Ragatha twirled in her dress slightly, smiling with a faint blush.

“You can do anything,” it was meant to be a question, but left her tongue as a forceful statement.

The tiny rag doll eyes fixed upwards inquisitively.

“I’m sorry, again, Ragatha. I want to be your friend, I want you to trust me.”

She was silent as she listened.

“Let me do this, to prove you can trust me, okay? It might feel weird, or be wet and uncomfortable, but I’ll let you back out.”

“Pomni, what are you t-“ her ask became a fearful yelp as she was brought to an open mouth, teeth pointed and presented for Ragatha’s body to be placed behind.

She gasped as she was settled upon Pomni’s tongue. The wet thing rolled her felt body along, flipping her around inside Pomni’s mouth. Ragatha was pushed around by the muscle; it ran along her figure, dropping saliva alongside her body. She was soon drenched, being swirled around like a candy.

While this was mildly disgusting, what came next was terrifying. A gulp sounded around her entire body, aching in her ears like a thunderstorm. It was a sound of horror, as she sped to grasp onto any surface by her. Her plush hands met teeth, and she gripped them shakily. Ragatha’s breath faltered as she stared down at the throat that beckoned her. The uvula dangled meanicingly, like a grim reaper asking you to follow, it was losing to accept, but inevitable.

The ground, or rather, tongue, shifted and wrapped around the doll’s body. The teeth clicked and her world was shrouded in darkness. Ragatha whipped her head around wildly, desperation and survival rising above all else.

“Tr’st m’,” was what boomed around the closed mouth. And Ragatha was reminded why she was standing inside a wet uncomfortable mouth, about to be swallowed.

She couldn’t be hurt here, at least, she probably wouldn’t be. Putting her entire sense of faith into Pomni’s hands, or, teeth, she let go of her anxiety, and let Pomni take a gulp.

The world around her moved once more, as Pomni gulped around her. The slippery muscle pushed upwards and the redhead was pushed until she was sliding down, down, down, and soon falling down.

The throat caught her as it became tight, squishing against her entire body. Ragatha could feel Pomni’s fingers pushing against her from the outside, guiding her journey down.

Before she knew it, Ragatha was inside an open spot, and she clicked it immediately as the stomach. The walls were deep red and wet, the air was stale, and everything was loud and pulsating, movement swaying and slushy.

Pomni was whispering something so soft, the ragdoll cranked her head to listen in. It was incredibly faint, barely audible at all, but Pomni was speaking her affections out, ‘I’m sorry’s, and ‘you’re safe’s. The ragdoll couldn’t help but feel warmed at the sentiments. Maybe it really was a good idea to trust the new stuff.

Then, only moments later, the swaying because violent tossing and turning, and Ragatha’s screaming body was hoisted up, squished back through the throat, and briefly meeting the mouth, before she was thrown up into Pomni’s hands.

The jester smiled lopsidedly, “T-there!”

Ignoring the disgusting ink-like puke around her, Ragatha beamed, “You… you kept your word.”

Pomni’s smile extended to one without awkwardness, “Of course.”

Wordlessly, Ragatha hugged Pomni’s fingers. A thank you was on the tip of her tongue, but the moment said it for her.