#pocketcats thinking corner

[pocketkiddy-doodles]

oh my! it seems I need to shoot my shot to keep the prices down around here ...

Ever heard of social disenfranchisement..? It's just the darnest thing old chap.... You feel completely disconnected from others and so... you do more harm.

here we are... paraphiles, of any type are people. I do not believe in harrassment of anytype. I do not want to interact with pro contact harmful paraphiles however I am not going to sui bait them either.

They need help I can't give and telling them to kill themselves will make things worse

Humans, the beings they are are social creatures who require relationships to Live.

Human babies, even if given the basics to survive will die without it. What do you think that does to a grown adult?

just a bit to chew on, that's all. Thanks for reading ~

[catboymitosis]

Part of why Daan is a character that hits on so many levels for me is 3 years ago I was writing edgy mediocre poetry about how rabbits must long to be cats and suddenly a character who has both bunny coding and cat coding exists how could I not get obsessed with him. I deeply regret having deleted them now because if I did have them I'd be injecting that shit directly into Pocketcat dialouge in fics...

[lefarte]

para cusando mis headcannons de pocketcat??🤭

hi so I saw you and I’m back and I wrote you a fic 😈

Also please heed the warnings on this one guys, its pocketcat so…. he’s like that

WARNINGS: stalking, pocketcat straight up jerking it but it’s not really smut he just does that*, he also licks you so keep that in mind

*No minors please regardless!

From your days in childhood, you remembered stories of him.

There were several retelling of the story; all with the same vague ideas. The pocketcat was about 7 feet tall, in some variations up to 10. He wore a smiling mask, sometimes of wood, sometimes of rubber. Everyone had a friend-of-a-friend who met him, supposedly, but nobody meets him themselves. People who do meet him don’t come back to talk about it.

They didn’t scare you at all. As a child, you used to feel so invulnerable. Even if something frightened you like an odd shadow in the corner of your eye, or a twig snapping in the woods, you could run home and hide in your bed. It was nothing but a passing thought back then.

Now, you were bleeding out on the floor. Your body ached dully.

You heard the sounds of heels on the tile, approaching your head. They near, and then stop. Then, something strange overtook you. Dizziness. A foggy haze, perhaps caused by dehydration or hunger or pain… and then a deep, low rumbling purr ringing in your ears. You couldn’t hear anything else from any side, it felt as if it was coming from inside your own skull.

“Hello again, my friend.~”

The masked man leaned over you. Behind the purring, you heard a wet, rhythmic noise against your ear.

“You don’t know how much of a pleasure it is to see you here. And here I thought you’d stop by and greet me; but you walked right by me, quite rudely! But you know me, I am a worrier, so I had thought ‘wouldn’t it be my luck that some schmuck come by and get them first’, and then look what happened!”

He kneeled onto the floor, peering down at you. The closer he got, the more it felt that your head was filled with cotton, and the low grumble within your ears was making your body heavier and heavier.

He reached out with a gloved hand. His hand almost seemed to tremble with anticipation. You felt him grab your chin. His hands were cold. He held you for a long, quiet moment, before tilting your head to the right. He stroked your jaw with one finger, admiring the curves of your face. And then the other side.

“I’ve missed you dearly,” You felt him panting heavily against your face. “Very dearly. These days have been so long without you… unbearably so…”

You reached out to grab his hand, and move it off of your face. “I’ve never met you before in my life.”

Your body jolted as a deep pain seared through your side. You bit your lip hard to hush your voice.

“Oh, oh, don’t agitate your wounds, dear, you break my heart! What a cruel fate this is! To have finally found you, and yet be unable to help you…”

Completely ignoring you, his hand went to touch your hair, gently petting you as if you were a doll. He ran his fingers through each strand, admiring them in utter fascination.

“I said,” you scowled. “I don’t know you.”

He lovingly caressed your scalp, his purrs dulling your senses and easing the pain a bit.

His fingers softly trailed down your temple and behind your ears, pushing your hair out of your face. “You are so stubborn. That’s what I love about you, you little imp. I can see right through you, you know?”

You bit your tongue to try to preserve your energy. You could feel the blood pooling onto the tile under you and then getting cold and clinging to your shirt. You’re far beyond the point of running away now. You don’t think you could even crawl.

“How tempted I am…” He cocked his head right next to your ear and whispered. “To pick you up and drag you away…”

You froze as you felt something wet on your face. His tongue. He dragged his tongue across your cheek. It was icy cold.

He paused his stroking, as if in deep contemplation. He sounded disappointed. “And yet, my master forbids me.”

You suddenly released a breath you had been holding, erupting into violent coughs and sputters, every single one of which burned like fire. He shushed you and petted your hair affectionately.

“And yet, it’s no good at all for you to die like this… what am I to do? Tell me, what is an old cat like me to do? What a dire situation…”

His hand ran down to your shoulder, giving you a reassuring squeeze. “I know it hurts, my dear~ I’m not allowed to fix you, no… but how would it sound if I, perhaps, accidentally ran my mouth to somebody who can? Say, if another contestant finds you, what happens here won’t be considered meddling at all~”

“You’re going to send someone to find me?” Your eyes widened hopefully.

“Don’t I deserve a bit of praise for that one? It was smart, wasn’t it? Good enough for you to…. Pet my head or something, and call me a good cat….”

“Just go!” You wheezed.

“A joke, of course, it was just a joke! You are such a tease, dear…”

He gracefully stood up, stretching on his legs like a real cat would up to a dizzyingly tall height. He grinned down at you one last time before shifting on his legs. Your breath lurched. You realized what the constant wet sound in your ear had been.

“Farewell for now, my darling~.”

You touched your ear. Thankfully, it was dry.

“Take care of yourself. Perhaps, if we’re lucky, my master will allow me to come for you after the festival. Ooh, isn’t that a nice thought…. If not, I’ll have to sate myself with just watching again~.”

[helpme695]

Ok! Could I please request headcanons of yandere Pocketcat with female human darling? Thank you in advance 💜

Here you go :3 that's all I got

Sorry for taking so long LMAO

I assumed it would be inside the dungeons too lol

• ────── ✾ ────── •

It's a mistake, not only that, but stupid as well. You shouldn't come here, You shouldn't see this, you shouldn't experience this, the dungeons screams at you constantly to leave as fast as possible, for some reason you didn't abandon whatever unnecessary goal you have and ran- no, fly, straight out this hell and never look back, yet you so determined.

It was definitely harsh, your feel your soul crushing every second you move, your body shaking. You ran into these many cursed Creatures. However escape them miraculously as soon as you spot them.

You exception. How you would guard yourself from harm, how you move extremely fast and smooth like a feather. The way your mind work and respond like a machine. In top of that, you're gorgeous. Even in your lowest. Truly something to admire. And I have news for you, You decide if it's good or bad, someone never missed anything you offered.

Later on, you met a unusual man from the place. As soon he spot you he started talking to you

"My my~ I've been waiting for you to show up with your lovely figure, dove. Oh, you got a nasty wound on your shoulder. Here let me help, it won't hurt."

And talk

"My apologies, I usually pay no mind those disgusting beings, but they really did land a good one on you, don't you think it's enough to leave whatever you seeking for?"

And talk...

"By no offence to your outstanding Abilitys, but these dungeons make the toughest of men go insane. After all, I just like to go after lovely customers like you."

And talk...

"I dare to say, you do have astonishing face of yours, even after it woren off from your silly journey, did I mention how much I love your curves? Your body must been sculptured by the divines "

This man won't SHUT UP, it's hurts your head. And you don't like his flirting and how much he focus on things you don't put attention to even in days you actually take care of yourself.

He's trying so hard to make you stay longer just to talk, even better if you change your mind. And you always pushed his offering and idea's aside. You already too deep.

Since you shaked him off and continued to wonder, you feel eyes piercing your soul, but, things start to get easier. you found many non rotten food and booze neatly hidden in boxes, Sometimes herbs in questionable places. Not seeing the usual Enemies or danger. And whatever dare to bring harm to you, you finish them off as they were just a bug.

You can't help to think, is it because you became immune to these dungeons? Or because you encountered that gentleman, you did felt quite safe around him, but God you were uncomfortable. How he behave so friendly, like a person you know before. The way his eyes scan every inch of you, like he admiring a living art piece. How he get closer to you whenever he can. And of course, touch you in any opportunity. So Shameless. You swore if you didn't put a line he would do much more. Speaking of the devil... you felt you never actually left him behind. Or you just paranoid. :)

Overtime, you manged to meet people and convince them to company you. However, things weren't so good for them as you, completely opposite. They would starved to death if it wasn't for you to share your food. They have to get brutally injured, which you had to take care of almost blinded or limbless members. If you won't look occasionally after them, you would find them getting dragged in darkest corners. It almost something trying so hard to get rid of them.

They weigh you down. you should leave them behind. Why you so determined? Not only accomplish your goal, but also to keep them alive? You truly selfless. And that bother someone. Not necessarily your party members (which some of them are)

However, they won't be bothered for too long, especially when you lost 2 of your party to the crow mauler and split accidentally after pathetic escape for your lives. It was already hard for them, you have no idea how they will survive after the lose. And Why you sick over some mere beings? You have someone much important who's starving to see you again.

_____________________♡____________________

You screwed. That's all I gotta say. Lol

No but for real, yandere pocketcat is NOT easy to deal with at all. This dude will do Anything and everything means to have you. But he's patient, he likes to play with his food, after all.

He sometimes wonder Why his master make him this desperate over someone.

Let him take you and he will spoil you rotten, he will give you whatever you want and need. Just say it. If you don't, well..... it doesn't matter. He will get what he wants. He's immune to whatever tricks you have under your sleeves.

He's never truly get angry at you no matter what you do. Even at others that you interact with, because the thought that he owns you and nobody will shake him off, is too deep in his mind. He allows other people to talk to you but after that they will get some devilish dreams as warning, And if he notice they still confident to keep going, welp.... we know the show.

Of course you won't stay any longer in this dungeons, it's up to him where he wants to take you. But if you Obey him just right- he will ask his master to create the heavens that you shaped in your mind. Only him and you.

There's nothing you can lose other than your freedom. You would never get hurt by anyone but him. Your only luck if his God have mercy on you and kill you for good or have another God by your side.

[marlutterianae]

FEAR & HUNGER LORE TALK: THE OLD GODS OF HUMANITY

So out of inspiration to write about Fear & Hunger, I wrote the lore of the Old Gods, going by all that I could gather from the game, the wiki, and (DISCLAIMER) personal thoughts, speculation and theories. The concept of the Old Gods in this game fascinated me a lot, so I wanted to write in detail how I think about them, and what they can exactly represent compared to our real world history and mythologies. 

God of the Depths... 

The God of the Depths is an old god, maybe the oldest. Unlike the other gods, he is not a concept made into a being by collective thought, nor an ascended mortal, but an entity which hearts still beat to this day, and whose essence flows beneath the earth at the darkest and most unreachable depths. It might represent the Earth itself. Present before any other being. It is worshipped by insects, and is associated with all sorts of creatures form the natural world. His form is one that resembles a colossal plant root, with a gaping mouth that makes a wooden creaking noise when it breathes. You need to travel through its own entrails to find it. The God of the Depths has no normal followers. It is mostly worshiped by those who are forsaken and forgotten. The creatures who shy away from the dark, and prefer the comfort that provides the darker corners of the earth, outcasted from the rest. A race of primitive Cavedwellers worship it strongly, for example. The God of the Depths is responsible for the layouts of the infamous and eldritch dungeons of Fear & Hunger, changing the shape of its labyrinthine passages in order to challenge trespassers. 

Gro-Goroth, God of Human Sacrifice.

Generations, eras and ages of human violence, sacrifice and blood spilling created this eldritch entity whose real forms could shatter the mind of a person by just peeking at it for a moment. Gro-Goroth took the shape of that to which blood sacrifices are made. He wears the skin and bodies of other creatures to hide his fear and imperfections. It provides some form of relief. He is a curious god, more than any of the rest, and despite abandoning humanity, he might still walk the earth among humans, wearing the bodies and skin of men and women alike, or among massive piles of corpses. Despite his efforts, his presence and influence is fading. He is also the father of blood magic, and all sorts of destructive powers. Granting terrible power to those that succumb to the dark desires for violence. His followers tend to be bright but viciously mad mages and wizards, who train themselves in the use of said destructive powers and blood magic, making them fearsome living threats. It's easy to go mad in the dark world that is blood sorcery, getting drunk on power and becoming bloodthirsty witch slaves to the Old God. 

Sylvian, Goddess of Love. 

Love, Lust, Fertility and Sex, to be precise. While Gro-Goroth represents Destruction, Sylvian represents Life and Love. Her own vision of life and love, that is. She is the creator of humanity, made at the dawn of time, to her image, and taught them the secrets of her power, including reproduction, and even things beyond nature, like Flower Magic. The best way to get her favor is by performing a True Act of Love in her honor, in which you merge with your partner in passionate carnal mating... Literally. During the process, the lover's bodies mold into a fleshy blob, until regaining shape as a new being, composed of the two. A holy Marriage. You are blessed with more vitality and life, your deformed and grotesque state. Secrets of Flower Magic also teach how to create life, like healing wounds and pain with Loving Whispers. Enchant others with Pheromones and even manipulating life through the most horrible of means, like impregnating corpses with Demon Seed, to give birth to a Demon Child of your own blood. The benefits of the holy fusion of Marriage is weird to take in at first. Why would someone go through such horrifying deformation process? Well, given the teachings of Sylvian, it's all about vitality and life manipulation. Could be said that a marriage, a body made of two lovers into a single being is blessed with an extended life, and extended vitality, despite their disgusting shape. Similar to Gro-Goroth's cult, one can lost themselves in the acts of praise to Sylvian, which involve massive and passionate love making that can refilled your self with life and heal any wound but with the risk of losing one's sanity and sense of control. Also, the need to shape and control new life can bring horrible consequences, such is the abominable existence of the Demon Child, who lives only for violence. 

All-Merr, The False God.

Last of the older gods, was born in Jettaiah, raised by a virgin mother and supposedly sired by a "False God". He gathered his 12 apostles to bring back the old world order. Corrupt kings and sultans captured Alll-mer and hung him from the cross, where he ascended into the city of the Gods, Ma'habre. He returned back to his weeping 11 apostles and tried to save mankind with his strength by murdering the Kings and Sultans, bringing back the old world order. Year 0 marks the birth of his new self. 

His symbol is the cross. All-Merr's holy body now resides somewhere deep within the ancient city, perfectly preserved. Maybe some necromantic tricks could spark some new life into the ancient being? Well, despite his tragic existence on earth, and the rejection of his cult at first, he is the one among the Older Gods to have the strongest and most numerous following, and still be remembered to the present day.

And lastly, the one above all...

The Trickster Moon God.

One who still observes mankind to this day, while the rest of his kind lost a lot of their influence and abandoned humanity long ago. He is of a jealous kind, and believes humans should not share the same rights as gods, nor achieve godhood, which is why he despises the New Order of the New Gods, who replace each other every certain age, ascending one after the other, as if it where a mere insignificant title. He has many plots to diminish their influence and ruin their plans for transcendence, and operates with very few but very efficient agents on earth who worship it. Like a particularly well dress and spoken merchant with a cat mask, known as Pocketcat, with a peculiar interest in acquiring children in exchange of exotic goods. Pocketcat is a minor influence in the world compared to the Mages of Gro-Goroth, Sylvian’s marriages and sex cults, or All-Merrs enormous following, but he is quite unique in that he is a creature spawned by his older god sent to do his bidding, rather than an adherent. Another creature in service of the Moon God is the Lady of Moon, an ethereal being with the shape of a spectral jellyfish, and many serene human faces, who roams all around the world. Her power and intentions are kept to herself, but she seems like an immensely intelligent being, and quite polite, open to telepathic communication with other creatures, even if so briefly. The plots of the Moon God are... Always unknown. Everything surrounding this deity and his following is incomprehensible and enigmatic even to the New Gods. A theory of why the agent Pocketcat gathers children is that children in this world hold a great power that can be used through sacrificial rituals. So buying children is a way of subverting the power of other gods by keeping them from being used for other religious purposes.