#sph au

[jockyle]

TEEN!MAIN FOUR

these are just some rough designs that aren’t entirely finalized! i’m in the midst of creating their “about” pages but in the time being, feel free to put your teen headcanons for the m4 so i can get some inspiration (i have very lackluster headcanons.) they can be angsty, cute, crude, identity/sexualities, etc!

anyways, stay tuned for more characters(probs will be craig’s gang next)

[banana-dawg]

HAIIII YOUR MOODBOARDS AND STAMPS/BOXES ARE SO COOL !! <33

If possible, I wanna request some Nurse Doom stamps! :3  Any au, and in pictures and/or gifs!  Anything works! <3

✮ Sparklecare Hospital // Nurse Doom Stamps

[crunchchute]

i know nobody wants to hear about my self insert bs but i had like 2 main storylines clashing so hard in my brain to the point i gave up on them cause one was in the 80s in game storyline and other in like 90s with tse dave and my mind just wanted both at once and merge them but it just did not work at all so those braincells died off. now the tse one picked up again after finishing the book but i miss the game one even if it was cheesy and unoriginal. a mans gotta do what hes gotta do (make up self insert stories in his head every day before bed) (dont read the tags its info that should only have been shared by me being waterboarded)

[yuridovewing]

teehees my way into your inbox. im bad at gauging unpopular stuff but i think evil spottedleaf aus are fun, especially if they're surrounding her discontent with dying so young and her wanting to stay within relevance by inserting herself into prophecy after prophecy.

strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree

I think it depends on the specific AU, but I think there’s good potential there! Canon Spotty was done dirty and I think there’s a lot you can do with her in a villain role.

The ones that don’t vibe with me are anything surrounding Firestar or Thistleclaw for obvious reasons but thankfully I don’t see a tonnnnn of that

That being said, I get why it’s not everyone’s cup of tea considering the discourse around her character.

[akunya]

hello ive always loved your fics since nijien days and now more into love and deepspace, specifically sylus (the pipeline is universal, i’m afraid) so now, i beg for stalker sylus who is obsessed with everything you do, will fuck you in an alleyway please, cnc and mindbreak, thank you 🙏🏻

"window watching."

pairings: sylus x m!reader

summary: sylus can only take so much of your teasing before he breaks. unfortunately for you, his methods aren't so nice.

tw: NONCON, stalking, obsessive behavior, size diff., frottage, sph (if you squint), praise. implied kidnapping, handjobs, choking, coercion, dacryphilia etc.

notes: see how i didnt add stalker to the front of his name? i genuinely think he would stalk the shit out of you and it doesnt need to be an au, lol.

in all seriousness, i hope you enjoy it. i'm getting back into the swing of things... probably a bit ooc and doesnt follow the game lore (too much, that is).

im uploading this while sick, so i apologize for any mispellings/mistakes/etc.

please let me know what you think!

stalker sylus who cannot, at first much to his dismay, keep his eyes off of you.

everywhere you go, every time you think you have a sliver of privacy: he's always watching. whether its mephisto or one of the twins, he needs to know what you're doing at all times. taking note of what stores you visit, what time you usually come home, who you talk to. it becomes an urge he cant quite satisfy.

at first, he only watched out of boredom. yea sure, he needed you alive, so keeping note of your location was just another one of his duties. someone as naive and reckless as yourself was bound to get into trouble.

but gradually it gets worse.

"where are you off to now, kitten?" mumbling to himself, the man swipes across his phone screen, watching surveillance cameras with a bated breath as you walked home. your figure was a bit blurry, but that didn’t stop sylus as he watched intently. it was nothing truly unusual. around this time, you'd be already cozied up in bed, but it seems like work made you stay overtime tonight. "idiots.." sylus's brow furrowed slightly at the thought of you overworking yourself.

before you, he didn't care much for romance. friendship, trivial things: he thought those were what made a person weak.

but now?

every little thing you do drives him mad. the way you carefully fold your clothes after finishing your laundry to make sure your room stays clean. how you always greet the cashier at the nearby convenience store with a smile, thanking them for bagging your items. how long you take a shower for, which coffee shop is your favorite, even down to the type of shampoo and conditioner you use daily: sylus had it all down to a science. he practically knew everything about you.

even then, a question still rang through his mind. why would you waste your time with all of these other men?

he knew about that strange doctor who's gaze lingered on yours a little too long for his liking. sylus felt his fist clench when he would watch you talk to that painter too, jaw clenching in annoyance when he would see you walk home or to work with that blonde boy.

he shook his head, trying to snap out of his own thoughts. this wasn't about them. right now, this was about you.

it was another evening with you winding down after a long day of work. a tired sigh leaves your lips, and sylus’s cock throbs watching you undress as you slowly slip off your shirt. was it normal to be staring at another man like this? watching from cameras could only do so much, so this time, the villain found himself on a roof adjacent to your window. thankfully, you were too stupid a majority of the time to close the blinds, so he had a nice view of your nightly routine.

...which was mostly boring to watch, if he's being honest. you walked around shirtless for a moment, putting away your work gear and leaving your shoes by the door. it was a whole lot of nothing for a good 15 minutes, leaving sylus to rethink his choices for the night.

sitting on the cold bricks of the adjacent roof, he couldn't help feeling just a tinge of shame. "how pathetic, watching afar like some sort of pervert. i should just go in there and.." he scoffed, eyes narrowing in what seemed to be.. annoyance? the leader of onychinus hated chasing his prey like some sort of weakling. he was better than this. he deserved to have you in his arms, no matter what you thought or said.

however, his words abruptly came to a stop when your fingers trailed to the hem of your pants.

dark red eyes stared deeply at your hands as they softly pushed at the fabric of your boxers. languid fingertips played with the fabric, yawning as your thumbs hooked against the waistband and began to pull. further and further, pulling ever so slightly to show off a bit of your happy trail, the base of your cock threatening to peek for unwanted visitors to gawk at. sylus could feel himself leaning closer, the distance between the roof and your window suffocating as more of your skin was exposed.

almost, that is, before an imaginary light bulb in your head went off and you quickly took your hands out of your pants. "shit, i forgot to pick up dinner on my way home. i should do that now before i go to bed," you thought to yourself, whisking away from the window and grabbing a plain shirt to throw on. reaching for your keys and wallet, you opened the door and left your apartment as usual, unbeknownst of the dangerous man watching your every step.

sylus's own hands were nearly trembling. the ache and tent in his pants didn't help either, feverishly getting up and following you as you made your way into linkon city. he didn't have to ask mephisto or the twins to follow you - thankfully, the rooftops gave sylus a clear view of the streets below, and he could spot you out from anywhere. the man didnt bother to speed up either, knowing which store you were going to (you were very predictable, after all).

he also knew that there's a convenient dark alleyway just before you would turn the corner to go to the establishment. unfortunately, this vital piece of information slipped your mind, leaving you completely unaware and unguarded as rough hands yanked you into the darkness.

"mmph-!" you tried to scream, the hand covering your mouth muffling your pleas. even though you worked out and were pretty fit because of your hunter lifestyle, your strength was nothing compared to the man hovering above you, wriggling to no avail.

"shh, kitten. you wouldn't want anyone to hear us, would you?" the older man mocked, relishing in the fear and befuddlement in your eyes. it took a second for you to process that the other man was none other than sylus himself, smirking as you squirmed in his grasp. red eyes bore into yours, filing you with fear that rose every second. why did he have you pinned in some dirty alleyway like a thief? surely it wasn't money he was after.

the leader moved his hand from his mouth to your neck, holding you in place as you gasped for air. "s-sylus? what are you doing here?!" crying out, your body couldn't struggle anymore, so you opted for your hands gripping his wrist and trying to pull it off of your neck. "what does it look like im doing?" he scoffed, leaning in close to your ear.

"im here to see you, of course."

brow furrowing, you looked at him in confusion as you took in your surroundings. "a dark, dingy alleyway?" you thought aloud, looking him up and down. sylus fixed his posture as he looked down at you, your size difference becoming more obvious by the second. "oh, did you want me to come and knock on your door instead? i apologize, sweetie. you should've told me you wanted the big bad leader of onychinus inside your little headquarters." his grin infuriated you as you rolled your eyes.

before you could think of a clever rebuttal, sylus wedged his knee in between your legs, parting them open as his thigh pressed against your crotch. "i-i dont.." you muttered, voice raising in pitch to pair with your nervousness as he kissed your neck. he didn't bother answering your silly questions, simply smiling before biting into your shoulder. you hissed in pain, trying to push him off even more than before.

"you don't what, love?" his voice isn't serious at all for the situation you're in. cold skilled hands fiddled with your zipper, freezing for just a moment before gripping onto your girth. the sensation made you cry out again, unable to hide your face from your attacker, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. sylus coo'ed at your feeble attempts to push him away, unbuttoning and pulling out his own cock to hold against yours.

looking down, the size comparison of his cock against yours made your face feel warm. ""aww, look at you sweetie. you're all bark but no bite." the older man laughed again, fingertip circling the head of your cock as he teased you. you loathed the way you shuddered at his snide remarks, the sound of the bustling city just feet away making you panic again.

you raised your voice, "sylus, this isn't funny anymore, seriously! cut it out!".

the wordless tension spoke volumes.

sylus didn't laugh or comment on your refusal. instead, his grip on your neck only grew tighter, choking you against the wall as his other hand started to make a fist around both of your cocks. "do you see me laughing?" his tone was firm as he squeezed harder on your throat. you couldn't say anything back, choking out a sob as he slowly began to jerk you both off together, a low moan slipping from his lips.

"ive wanted this for so long, kitten. so fucking long." muttering, he continued to grind his hips against yours, the unwanted pleasure making your head spin. "i've had enough watching from afar. i think its finally time i get what i want, right?" he kissed the tip of your ear, toying with the cartilage between his teeth.

unable to believe what was happening, you could only cry out more strings of "please", "stop", "no": all music to sylus's ears. "you don't really want me to stop, right? look at how much your cock is leaking onto mine.." he chuckled lowly again, grabbing the back of your neck to force your gaze downwards.

he wasn't wrong, either - dribbling precum and throbbing the entire session, your dick looked just as eager as sylus's, twitching with every flick of his wrist. it wasn't your fault that sylus was way more experienced compared to you. whining, you shook your head again, trying to close your eyes shut so you wouldn't remember any of this. the outside world was so dangerously close, and anyone could catch you two at any moment. how disgraceful it would be: a well known hunter being caught rubbing cocks with the renowned leader of onychinus. you frowned at the thought, whimpering as sylus went back to kissing your bruised neck.

"you could come with me, yknow. back to the n109 zone, i'd take such good care of you." sylus whispered as he felt himself inch closer to his own release, hand pumping furiously between you two. hot tears streamed down your cheeks, your brain awry with the overwhelming sensations of pleasure and pain. "you could have anything you wanted. you wouldn't have to work another day in your life." he groaned, balls tightening at the thought of his own perverse fantasy, imagining you kept in his bedroom all day just for him to use.

"d-don't, sylus please -" you hiccuped, forehead resting on sylus shoulder as he toyed with you. "im gonna cum," sobbing as you held onto his biceps, not wanting to sink any further against the dirty alleyway wall. with so much teasing and dirty whispers from the other, you couldn't think straight, practically panting in sylus's ear as his hands jerked you both off closer and closer.

growling, sylus slotted his lips against yours, a surprisingly gentle kiss before muttering under his breath. "be a good boy and cum for me then," using your fluids as lube, the squelch of his tight fist jerking off your cock made you spill. moaning loudly, your nails dug into his arm as thick ropes of semen poured out, mixing with his load that came seconds after.

silence filled the space between both of you as you tried to catch your breath. your eyelids felt heavy, leaning onto sylus for full support as he rubbed your back. you couldn't quite process what just happened, brain feeling much too fuzzy for any thinking right now.

perhaps it was a mix of exhaustion from your normal workday and your encounter that made you pass out on the older man's shoulder. nonetheless, he was not going to let this opportunity go to waste. pressing onto the comms headpiece in his ear, sylus spoke as quietly as he could not to disturb you.

"luke, kieran, bring one of the cars to my location. i have a little kitten coming home with me today."

[deedah]

hey me! Wouldn’t it be cool if the abstracted characters of TADC were sent to another land or area of the map where they were half-abstracted??

(Abstracted characters btw)

“New, New Home..”

[FnFcLOAD//: Pomni_POV ]

⚠️⚠️Warning⚠️⚠️

Swearing (it is bleeped)

Very long

D E P R E S S I O N

((PS: this AU is called the ‘Khlash AU’))

WORD COUNT- 4674

Pomni reached out her hands as she scrambled to open a drawer as she pulled out the drawer and fell on her knees. She scrambled to pick up a red marker as she started to write all along the walls ‘EXIT’. Her room was a mess, she had completely destroyed it. It looked like a rabid beast had been in it.

Over and over along the walls of her room the word ‘EXIT’ eventually infiltrated her mind, and made questions from the back of her brain come into full clearness of her eyes.

‘Did it even matter?’

“Why do I even exist?’

‘Why didn’t the circus pick someone else?’

‘Do the others even like me?’

‘What’s the point if I’m going to expire and be replaced?’

‘Should I be dead?’

“STOP!” Pomni yelled at the top of her lungs as she slammed her red and blue fists against her wall.

Tears rolled down her face as she turned around and slumped against her wall.

She looked around her room to see Exit Doors appear from thin air. All around her, they demanded attention from her.

She felt a jab of pain in her hand as more tears rolled down her face, and even more doors appeared along her walls. 

A rainbow light emitted from her hand as she looked down at it to see..

Her arm breaking and bending as a thick spiky goo with rainbow eyes appear over her arm.

The glitching goo took over her body as she felt the worst pain she had felt in her whole life, before and during the circus.

It had already taken her whole body, all that was left was her mouth and one eye.

“..I’m sorry….” She whispered as the spiky goo took her over, and plunged her into complete darkness.

A few seconds later, she kept feeling jabs of pain everywhere as she started to experience.. strange ‘visions’.

(To get the best visual explanation, please refer to the KAUFMO animated fan-prequel on YouTube. Time stamp- 8:40 to 9:40)

Pomni reached out with her hands as she fell near multiple shapes as she tried to grab something, anything.

She did eventually flip herself over to where she was falling face first into the abstracted void she was in.

She fell and fell, until she came up to a multicolored portal looking thing as covered her eyes and plunged right through it.

Pomni grunted as she lifted herself up off the ground and looked around. She was on a floating dark purple circle as the ‘sky’ had multicolored little stars that spun around in circles.

Mirrors floated around the area and little squares floating in space that lead to more and more floating purple circle area’s.

Pomni slowly got up as she walked up to a mirror.

Everything hurt.

She felt like she was on fire, eternally..

When she eventually got up to one of the gold lined mirrors, she looked into the peering glass to see her jester avatar on the other side.. but.. instead of her normal red, blue, and gold colors, in some areas of her body she still had the black ink with rainbow eyes on some parts of her jester hat, her left arm, and part of her right leg.

Her left eye was neon red with a yellow pupil while the right one was a neon teal with a purple pupil.

“Wha..” she mumbled as she touched her face like she did when she first saw her avatar back in the circus.

“Where am I..?” She asked herself as she stepped back from the mirror.

“I thought I…” she looked at her left black hand, “I did.. so why am I not.. dead..?” She didn't even know the answer to her own question.

As she calmed down, she took a closer look at the scenery around her. The sky was like a purple night sky with the multicolored ‘stars’ that pop like the sun off the purple sky. The circle bases that floated in the air like nothing were dark, dark purple that looked to have a carpet texture on them.

Colorful wooden blocks or spheres floated like jumping blocks in between each circle island. The ‘spawn’ island was just filled with mirrors that made a dome around the island.

“M-maybe I can find someone else right..?” Pomni asked herself as she walked up to the first jump from the island to the first block.

“I can’t be the only one here..” she told herself as she looked down below the black and island.

Her eyes were met with a void of pitch black that seemed to never end.

Her eyes became scribbles as she looked back up and backed away from the edge. “Don’t fall, Pomni.. you’ve already gone through enough..” she told herself as she thought about the others.

She prayed to god that Ragatha wasn’t the one to find her after she abstracted. She couldn’t imagine Ragatha going through that pain again like that.. ‘Kofmau’ did to her the first day Pomni appeared in the circus.

Pomni was about to jump, when a migraine hit her like a bullet. She gripped her head as she closed her eyes and started to cry out in pain.

Pomni felt her vision glitch out as she was taken away from that strange land, and was put into some dark area that had rainbow lights in it that kept changing.

Pomni looked around to see she was backstage where they got ready for their song performance for Caine.

Pomni also noticed that she heard cries and pleas from beneath her. When she looked down, she saw an awe to familiar face..

Ragatha.

“Please.. Pomni…” Ragatha said as she lifted an arm in front of her face to try and protect her.

Pomni immediately backed away and crouched as she looked away from the rag doll.

She’s always been so nice to me.. Pomni thought, and this is how I repay her..?

“P-Pomni..?” Ragatha said as she sat up. Pomni, in the abracted form she was in with eyes that pleaded for the rag doll to accept her apology.

“Are.. are you in there..?” Ragatha asked as she stood up and took a step closer to Pomni.

Pomni started to freak out and make out desperate calls as she tried to use her body language to make Ragatha back away.

“Hey hey! It’s ok Pomni!” Ragatha said as she held out her hands. 

Pomni used her head to push Ragatha farther away from her.

“P-Pomni! It’s me!” Ragatha said as she held onto Pomni’s head as she looked the beast into its many eyes.

“Pomni! Calm down!” Ragatha yelled. Ragatha barely ever yelled. She only did when Jax was acting like an a(boink!)hole.

Pomni immediately focused all her eyes onto the rag doll as the monster layed down.

“Hey.. Pomni.. if you're still in there” Ragatha started as the curtains started to slowly lift up.

Pomni turned away from the light as she felt herself slipping as the enraged monster came back out. 

“Pomni, listen! I don’t have much time so I’ll say this last thing..!” Ragatha said as she turned Pomni away from the light, 

“I forgive you..”

Ragatha and Pomni leaned in for a hug the best they could..

Then light then poured in and caused the abstracted Pomni to become feral again.

Pomni was able to throw Ragatha far away off the stage as the abstracted monster faced Caine and the burning light.

The light ripped Pomni away from reality.

And when she went back into her half-abstracted body in the weird dimension, Pomni fainted and fell back. 

Though the last thing she felt was two hands catching her from underneath her arms.

“Poor girl.. all alone. And abstracted for god's sake.” A deep, male voice said in the distance as a female voice responded to him.

“I know.. thank the lord I was able to catch her before she fell down and hurt herself more.” The female voice said as she kept on talking, “must have had that ‘return-memory’ that I got after I abstracted and somehow got into the pillow fort with Kinger. You know what I’m talking about, right Rett?”

“Yeah I do..” ‘Rett’ replied, “and that’s the only explanation we have so that’s what I’m going for at least.”

Pomni groaned and lifted her head as she sat up on what felt like an actually comfortable pillow and a blanket that fell off her.

“Huh..?” She groaned as her eyes adjusted and she noticed that she was in a large tent that had many sleeping bags and pillows scattered about inside of it.

She also noticed that there was a mirror in the tent as well. The mirror was like the ones that were on the first island that Pomni teleported into through that rainbow portal she fell through.

Pomni slowly got up and walked to the mirror quietly as she gazed at herself one more time.

Still was half-abstracted..

 “Great..” she accidentally said out loud. She quickly covered her mouth with her hands as she slowly turned to the opening of the tent, which was thankfully closed.

She gave a relieved sigh.. until a little orange and green worm smuggled its way in. Pomni noticed that the worm was also half abstracted as well. They had one teal eye with a yellow pupil, while its right eye was pink with a green pupil. And it just had a random placement of the abstract eyes and black goo over its body. And shockingly, it looked to be half Pomni’s size.

“She’s awake!” It called out with what sounded to be a stuffy voice, like they were sick. Pomni stared at the worm with hollow eyes as it kept yelling out that she was awake.

“Queenie! She’s awake!” It yelled out again.

“All right! I hear you Wriggle! You don’t have to shout! We are not deaf..” the female voice answered.

Pomni heard footsteps getting closer and closer to the opening of the tent. The jester started to back away as two white gloves hands opened the dull pink curtains that closed off the tent.

Pomni thought it was Kinger for a second, then she noticed that this chess piece looked to be the queen one. Plus, this person had a red coat and brown wood skin..? Was it skin..? 

Who knows.. Pomni answered in her mind.

“Hello sweetie..” the queen chess piece said. She walked in the tent as she let go of the curtain. Pomni saw that one of her eyes was yellow with a teal pupil while her other is pink with a yellow pupil. She had the black goo-like-ink  around her head and behind one of her eyes. And for some reason, she had no other places with the goo and the abstracted eyes. 

“I know..” she said calmly as she shuffled a little closer to Pomni.

“It’s very confusing, the predicament you're in right now.. trust me.” She promised Pomni. Pomni looked down at her hand that had the goo over it along with the eyes.

When the jester looked up, the chess piece had already walked up close to Pomni as they held their white hand out to Pomni.

“Wanna meet everyone else?” She asked the jester, “it’ll help explain what’s going on..”

The chess piece put a hand behind Pomni’s back as she slowly pushed her forward.

“My name is Queenie, dear..” ‘Queenie’ said as she looked down at the jester, “What’s yours?”

“P..” Pomni started, then cut herself off.

“It’s ok dear,” Queenie started, “I may be half abstracted, but I assure you I am not aggressive, no one here is.” The Queen explained as Pomni got the guts to quickly say her name.

“Pomni..”

Queenie looked down at the jester, “What was that dear..?” She asked.

“My.. my name’s Pomni..”

Queenie’s multicolored eyes lit up as she crossed her fingers over one another, held her own hands, and lifted them up to where her cheek would be. “That’s a beautiful name, Pomni!”

“Yeah..” Pomni said as Queenie used her non connected hands to open the curtains of the tent.

Outside was barely any brighter as it was in the tent. The dark purple sky was still spinning as the rainbow stars followed it along like the game, follow-the-leader.

“Everyone..!” Queenie started as Pomni faced 6.. no, 7 people. And they all were half abstracted like her.

“This is Pomni..! Our newest member of the Khlash!” Queenie explained as Pomni smiled awkwardly and waved to the others. She looked back to Pomni with sorrowful eyes, “Welcome to your new, new home..!”

Pomni wrapped her head around what she said, “New, new home..

“How long did you last?” A huge pink giant with one red and blue eye. He also had the extra eyes and black goo on his back, right arm, and along his left foot.

“Blonk!!” Queenie yelled as her eyes and body language looked like she was mad. “You know that’s so rude to say! Poor girl probably went through so much!” 

Queenie put her hands on Pomni’s shoulders and pulled her in closer. “For that f(boink!)n comment, you can go get Able..” she demanded while Blonk’s eyes widened.

“Queenie! He’s like 8 islands away from us!” Blonk tried to use excuses.

“I don’t care! You did this when Kaufmo showed up as well, same idiotic comment, same consequence. Better get a move on..”

Blonk grumbled as he muttered words under his breath, and walked towards more jumping blocks that lead to another island. Blonk had pink fuzzy skin while his thin legs were a teal color. Of course he had extra eyes and the black goo as well as everyone else in this strange place.

Pomni noticed that this island also had pillars that had silk fabric hanging down from it, then all the silk met in the mills as it just hung above the middle of the island as a chandelier hung from the middle where the silk met. As well as Utah Teapots floating in the air, like when her and Gummigoo glitched out of bounds back in the Candy Kingdom.

Then, something clicked in her mind as she replayed what Queenie said to Blonk.

“Kaufmo..?” Pomni said as she looked around for the red, white, blue, and gold clown that she saw abstracted on the first spray she arrived at the circus.

Everyone looked at Pomni as she stepped forward and as Queenie let go of her.

“Kaufmo..?” She asked again as she tried to look through the people. Eventually, they split apart, leaving the clown avatar right in front of Pomni. 

“H-how do you know me..?” Kaufmo asked as he stepped closer. He started to walk in circles around Pomni as he must have tried to figure out if he knew her.

“You don’t know me.. you had Abstracted the first day I arrived at the circus.” Pomni explained, “Me, Jax, and R..” she remembered her ‘Return-memory’. “Ragatha, had gone to check on you after I received my name.

“Then we found you abstracted, you attacked Ragatha, Jax and I ran away, I distracted you with monkeys, then Caine put you into the cellar.” Once Pomni finished, Kaufmo knelt down on his knees as Pomni got a good look at him.

He had the black goo around almost half of his body, but his right hand was the only exception to the goo. His stick eyes were still black, but he had around 5 extra eyes on the goo.

“I.. am so sorry for what I caused on your first day..” he apologized. Pomni wrapped her head around what he said, and slowly nodded.

Kaufmo put a hand on Pomni’s shoulder. “Just, tell me. How is Jax doing..?” He asked

Pomni gave him a discombobulated look,

 “W h a t ?”

Kaufmo laughed. “How’s Jax doing?” He asked again, “Me and him were best friends, I helped him when he first arrived at the circus. And even helped him find new ways to cope.. until he found a new his own way and started to act like a jerk..” Kaufmo looked down at the ground as he sniffled and looked back up, “so? Is he any better?”

Pomni looked at the other abstracted members, she wouldn’t be shocked if they didn’t even know who Jax was.

“Well.. he is still a jerk. He messed with me a lot when I first arrived. And he pushed Gangle around, shoves centipedes into Ragtha’s room, call’s Kinger names, and yanks Zooble pieces out of her body to use as a back scratcher.

Kaufmo’s face changed from happy, to looking in disbelief.

He sighed, “I knew he’d get worse.” He muttered as he pulled away from Pomni and sat on his knees, “what did he say at my funeral…? If I even got one..”

“Oh! You did! But.. he didn’t show up.” Kaufmo slumped after Pomni said that, “But! The others said beautiful things about you at your funeral. I have wanted to meet you for a long time!” She said as she laid her hands on his, “now I have..” she smiled as he returned it with a heartwarming smile.

“That’s nice Pomni..” he said as he stood up straight.

‘Thump!’

Pomni and the other members look to their right to see Blonk be teleported out of thin air as he landed on the ground with a loud boom.

Then right beside him appeared a knock-off Caine that wore a blue tuxedo instead of the red one, and had a white, gloved hand for a head with two eyes on the palm and a floating black and blue hat above the thumb. One eye color was pink while the other was gold.

“Alright,” the knock-off Caine said, “who abstracted?” He said as he dusted himself off and summoned his white and blue caine.

Queenie stepped up, “Able, this is Pomni. She just abstracted earlier today, meaning..”

“Yeah, yeah, I got it toots!” He said snappy as he floated right in front of Pomni as he grabbed her face by her cheeks and chin.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head as blue code started to appear around Pomni and Abel.

Abel eventually let go of Pomni as he floated right beside Queenie.

“25 years old, worked for the company, and doesn't have a great mental state.” Abel said.

“Wha..?” Pomni said as she stepped forward a bit, “How do you know that?!” She said a little loudly.

“Easy f(splat!)er” he said as a bar appeared beneath his eyes, but this time, instead of Caine’s head on it, it was Abel's. “I just looked through your memories.. aannndd I’m already bored!” He yelled, “you get a request, or you could call it a wish I guess, when a person first arrives in Khlash. Here are the rules, I cannot make you not half abstracted, I cannot bring you back to the circus, and I cannot bring a friend here from the circus.”

“Take as long as you need..” Queenie said calmly.

“Don’t do that.” Abel said snarky as Queenie gave him the death stare, “I have a date with my bed and sleep, so hurry up.”

“Oh.. ok..?” Pomni said as she thought long and hard.

Then something popped in her mind.

“So, Abel, right?” She asked as he nodded, “ok, you said you can’t bring a ‘friend’ from the circus in this ‘Khlash���..”

“Yes..?” He said in annoyance.

“But what about an.. NPC..?” She asked as she shrugged and a wobbly smile appeared on her face.

Abel’s eyes widened as he sat up straight in the air and tapped his nonexistent chin with his white, gloved finger. “I actually have no clue. Most people just ask to see their circus friends one last time, I’ve actually never had any other request..” he thought on the subject as Pomni and the other’s awaited his answer. 

“I can try, I guess.” He said as he shrugged and lifted his hands as blue code made a dome around Pomni and Abel. The dome seemed to push everyone else out so it was only the jester and the ringmaster of this land.

He turned to a blue keyboard with a search engine above it. He tilted his head to look at Pomni.

“Imma need a name of this NPC, and what adventure you met them on.” He said as he kept looking at Pomni.

“Oh.. um.. His name is Gummigoo, and he was on the Candy Carrier Chaos adventure.” Pomni gave Abel the information that he needed as he typed it up like she was checking a bill at the bank.

“Is he a gummy crocodile that is yellow and green with white eyes and a cowboy hat?” Abel asked Pomni as he turned the search engine to Pomni’s eyes.

“Yes! That’s him!” Pomni said eagerly.

“Alright,” Abel said as he looked around the area on the screen. “Looks like I can bring him back, do you want him with memories or not?”

“With!” Pomni yelled, when Abel gave her a funny look, she apologized, “Sorry.. just, excited…”

Abel sighed and muttered, “I’ll never get these stupid humans..” under his breath.

Pomni rolled her eyes as Abel made all the code disappear.

“Al right! Everyone back away!” Abel commanded as he lifted his hands and blue pixels appeared and orbited his hands.

“You sure this is what you want?” Abel turned his hand head to Pomni to get one final consent.

“Yes,” she said plainly.

“All right, one gummy alligator coming right up.” Abel waved his hands around as the blue code went far away from him and started to form Gummigoo from the legs up. Once the code finished, Gummigoo was in his A-pose like when him and Pomni glitched through the map and he found out he wasn’t real.

Be ready Pomni.. She thought, you're about to see the first person who understood you in this.. circus..

Abel snapped his fingers and Gummigoo fell down on the ground in a lying position.

Gummigoo grumbled as he grabbed his head.

“Gummigoo..?” Pomni said quietly.

He grumbled again, “Lad’s I told ya’ not to wake me up-“ he stopped when he opened his white eyes, and saw Pomni’s legs.

He immediately shot up off the ground as he caught his hat from falling off. He stared at Pomni with hollow, wide eyes.

“P-Pom Pom..?” He finally said.

“Unfortunately..!” she said as she opened her arms as she awaited the hug.

“POMNI!” Gummigoo yelled at the top of his nonexistent lungs and grabbed Pomni from underneath her arms as he slung her around in the air. He did eventually pull her into a tight bear hug.

“Missed you too..!” Pomni said as she struggled to breath. 

“Oh, sorry Pom Pom.. I kindaa forgot how strong I was..” Gummigoo said as they just smiled at each other.

But then, suddenly, Gummigoo’s eyes went hollow as he looked at Pomni’s state.

“What happened to you Pom Pom..?” He said as he kept turning her around as he saw her extra abstracted eyes and the black ink-like-goo around parts of her body.

Then Gummigoo looked around at where they were, “Crikey.. where even are we Pomni..?”

“Heh..” she laughed as she tried to keep it in, “it’s a lot to explain.. but I promise, nothing can take us apart now..”

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[ CLASSIFIEDINFO//: DO_NOT_CONTINUE ]

[EXTRALOAD//: Ragatha_POV ]

Ragatha looked where the cellar hole was. She kept staring at the floor as she hugged her knees up to her chest. It was night time.. the night after Pomni abstracted. They had already had her funeral, but Ragatha left early and went to where the cellar was in the circus.

Ragatha had found abtracted Pomni in her room. She had gone to check on the jester due to the screaming that she heard.. but, she was too late..

Pomni turned into a raging beast already..

Ragatha had that little moment with Pomni when she got her mind back for a minute.

She kept replaying those moments in her head.

Ragatha ran from Pomni in the hallway, then chased her until they both got behind the stage where Pomni had pinned Ragatha to the ground. Then, Pomni got her mind back and they had their little moment of clarity before the curtains opened and Pomni threw Ragatha off the stage.

While Caine faced Pomni, Zooble, Gangle, and Kinger helped Ragtha up with Jax watching from behind them. 

Pomni, now with no mind, rushed towards Caine, but the ringmaster easily picked the abstraction up, opened the cellar, and dropped Pomni in.

“NO!” Ragtha yelled as she ran to the cellar hole and reached her hand down in the hole for Pomni to grab ahold of.

“Ragtha!” Zooble yelled as Ragatha felt ribbons and hands pull her back so Caine could close the hole.

Now, ever since lunchtime, Ragtha has been staring at where the cellar opening was.

She wished it could have been her.. 

Why Pomni of anyone?!

SHE WAS BRAND NEW!

SHE HAD A WHOLE F(boink!)N LIFE AHEAD OF HER!

WHY COULD IT HAVE BEEN ME-

“Dolly..?” A voice said from behind Ragatha. When the rag doll looked back, she saw a familiar purple rabbit with yellow hands and eyes, and a pink overalls.

“Go away..” Ragatha mumbled as she turned back to where the cellar opening was and buried her face in her arms. “I don’t want to hear your sh(splat!)t jokes..”

Jax was taken back by Ragtha’s swearing. The sweet and optimistic girl barely ever swore.

“No.. your obviously depressed by Pomni..” Jax said as he slowly got down beside Ragatha and criss-crossed closely, but not too close, to her.

“I know how it feels.. Rags..” he said quietly. Ragatha turned her one eye to look at him.

“After Kaufmo abstracted.. that night of the funeral, I couldn’t stop crying in my room.. he had helped me when I first appeared in the circus.. and I just turned my back on him and acted like a jerk to him..

“Now he’s gone.. and I’ll never get to say the most important words I wished I had said to him..” Jax sniffled and wiped away one tear, “I’m sorry…” his voice started to break.

Jax sucked it in a bit and turned to Ragatha, who was now looking at the ground again.

 “Listen.. I didn’t expect it either. She seemed to be adjusting, but I guess it got too much for her” Jax said as Ragatha hugged herself tighter.

“I know this is out of character for me not to be a jerk.. and I have no clue where Pom is now.. but I’m sure she’s still thinking about you. She pushed you away to protect you from Caine… and herself..”

Jax scooted closer to Ragatha, “I’m sure she’s thinking about you right now.. and how she wishes she can be with you again..”

Ragatha had been quiet for a while, so Jax peaked at her face to see her crying.

Jax sighed “Come’ere” he said as he stretched his arms out wide.

“What..?” Ragatha said as her voice kept breaking.

“Listen, I’m giving you comfort right now. I will be changing my mind in 3.. 2- AAÆÆH OK!” Jax yelled as Ragtha pretty much fell right on Jax’s chest.

He slowly wrapped his long arms around the rag doll as he began to rub her head.

He hummed a song someone used to sing to him in the real world before the circus, if only he knew their name..

“What’cha singin..?” Ragatha asked sleepily.

Jax chuckled. “It’s called Rag Dolly. Thought it fitted perfectly with your avatar..”

Ragatha laughed as she fought to keep her eyes open, “yeah.. it.. doess…” and Ragatha was out.

Jax smiled and laughed a bit as he gently picked the rag doll up and carried her to her room.

Once he laid her on her red and blue quilted bed, he turned to walk away when a soft hand grabbed his wrist lightly.

He looked down to see Ragatha, still asleep, smiling as she slowly breathed in and out.

“…Stayy…..” Ragatha slurred.

“Heh, all right Doll Face, but just this once..” Jax whispered as he sat down beside Ragatha’s bed, and fell asleep while holding the rag doll's hand in his own..

[meeks-just-wants-to-scroll]

im officially coming off anon hi its tossball-stick 🐊 obsessed with your mythical creature au youve got going. id love to hear more about it, should you wanna tell. satyr kieran and sean are gonna stick in my head for forever thank you so much

Thank you!!! Me and @eggsaladsweetie work hard at it for fun :) I am glad it has captured your interest.

We have a google doc that contains information about the AU (it’s a WIP tho)

I can summarize bits of the world lore. Some will be copy pasted, others will be informally summarized.

——

General gist:

The AU is centered around the RDR2 world except fantasy creatures have existed alongside humans for centuries. The creatures range from well known in folklore like unicorns, all the way to mix-match fantasy creatures.

These creatures are magical in regard to being able to shapeshift into humans, talk to humans, and hide amongst humans. Besides that, there isn’t much magic in the world (as of writing this post).

Story details:

There is no decided story for the AU currently. Some details are altered, like certain characters dying at different points than they do in-game (Sean survives past chapter 3! Long enough to see Bronte’s mansion).

In the story, Arthur realizes Dutch is off his rocker sooner than Arthur realizes in-game. This is because Arthur and Micah have a more amicable friendship in the AU and Micah is willing to tell Arthur that he believes Dutch isn’t doing okay, mentally and physically.

Arthur still gets sick too. Chronic wasting disease!! He gets it from Mary Linton (another Deertaur) while she sick in the town of Valentines looking for her brother.

The story still ends like how it does in-game (that’s the plan as of writing this). Dutch still leaves Arthur to die on the mountain and doesn’t team up with Micah again until much, much later.

General Creature Lore:

- Note: species is not a stand in for race, ethnicity, or nationality. Most groups or organizations are a mix match of species so as to not make the connection that a species represents a specific group of people. When groups of one species do form, it is in a wild animal way or family. A herd of satyr is like herding behavior in goats. A group of Wursts form a group because they are family. Multi species groups are not uncommon.

Humans have existed alongside mythical creatures since humans have existed alongside wild animals. Humans have tried many times to domesticate mythical creatures but they all possessed such intelligence and resilience that many religions, philosophers, and groups proclaimed the creatures as something both inhuman and too human.

The creature’s ability to shapeshift into humans was disliked by many. Cultures across the world hunted mythical creatures for the resources and to eliminate the overlap of mythical and human interaction (though not all cultures. Groups and certain cultures carved space for these mythical creatures to coexist alongside them and even work them into their religions, traditions, and ceremonies).

They came to be known interchangeably as monsters, mythicals, or fantasy creatures. There are connotations attached to them of course (“monster” sounds scarier than “mythicals”), but in use they all mean the same thing.

Mythicals (depending on their size and niche) used to be common but with human expansion, they’d become rarer and rarer. Seeing a mythical is like seeing a shiny Pokémon.

Mythicals and their view of humans is a mix of instinct vs knowledge. Mythicals have the fight or flight instinct of animals at their core, but they have the human intelligence to reason, rationalize, evaluate, judge, and hold grudges. Almost all mythicals avoid humans (unless in disguise) so as to not even risk the chance of a negative interaction with a human. One upset human could lead to a whole village ready to kill.

All species can disguise as human. They can look the part but it requires practice and either really good studying or having an acting coach to nail behaving human. Even harder to do it convincing enough to trick humans.

When disguised, their fur/pelt turns into their human clothes. This means any animal that transforms leaves a visual tell behind. Ex: Dutch’s suit always has a black leopard print which is visible when the light hits it right. Colm has gray feathers in his hat.

[there is a lot more about monsters and especially specific monsters in the google doc]

VDL gang:

The VDL gang is an organized pack of mythical creatures that were all taken under wing by Dutch and Hosea (be it sick, injured, starving, too feisty for their own good, or other).

Packs of various mythical species isn’t unheard of but for one to be so big and so tightly knit is rare; most packs that form are temporary and seasonal for survival.

The VDL has close to the same dynamic as they do in-game.

Monsters come in 3 sizes in the world (check google doc, it explains in detail these sizing in the general monster section). The 3 size classification loosely dictates what duties members do:

Small creatures often help around camp since they can’t take part in major fights. That isn’t to say they are defenseless, they can very might fight.

Medium creatures both help around camp and go out to make money for the gang. They are the nimble pawns for the gang to use where needed.

Large creatures main job is to pull wagons when they are traveling, but from the day-to-day, they make money and help around camp with heavy chores like carrying things. They have a stigma for being the laziest in the gang because their big size makes it hard for them to be used in every mission, but they’re the big guns for missions and do a lot of work when needed.

[more info on the VDL members in the doc]

Other Groups in the Story:

The Pinkertons: Government organized group for eliminating mythical creatures (on top of being a detective agency…)

They take up hunting down the VDL gang after throwing their weight around one too many times and making it an emergency to capture and or kill the gang and its beastly members.

Angelo Bronte: mythical taxidermy collector and mafia leader.

His mansion is stocked with well crafted taxidermy pieces of baby spinx chubs forever frozen in play. Taxidermy of satyr dancing and playing instruments but never making a sound.

The VDL gang hates being in human disguise while being forced to look at taxidermy of their own species.

—

That’s the broad strokes as of right now. You could ask @eggsaladsweetie and see what they have to say about the AU.

I will happily talk about specific characters or specific species or anything else in detail, just send an ask.

[kingofthe-egirls]

Psssst, you okay with writing a Luffy smut short? Surprise me, add your own prompt and twist love❤️

Hmmm ok! I’m in love with Luffy so im always ready to write about him lmao

(cw: modern au, livestreaming on PornHub, onlyfans, camming, rich!luffy, food mention, trashy romance novel au)

(a/n: this is gonna just be me completely self-inserting myself. i need it.)

***

Your long brown hair falls over one shoulder, fluffy and tangled from under your headphones. You’ve been streaming on PornHub for a while now, having built your career with OnlyFans and livestreaming. You’re proud of what you do, albeit a little exhausted.

Hey!

Someone types a greeting, and you smile in response. “Hey there! What’s up?” You put on lipgloss, smacking your lips close to the mic in case he’s into ASMR.

I like ur smile :)

“Aw, thanks!” You click on his name to add a gold star, favoriting the newcomer on vibes alone. “Whatcha into?”

Hmmm…

He types, and you give him room. Men are typing with only one hand, usually. You smirk. “I’ve got tarot, ASMR, blowjobs, cosplay…SPH and foot fetish, although those are extra,” you meet the camera’s fisheye, but only for a moment. Eye contact is hard, even virtually.

What’s sph?

“Small penis humiliation,” you reply, clicking through your playlist. Marina and the Diamonds, today. “How To Be A Heartbreaker” is a classic, and you smile. “D’ya like being made fun of?”

Nope! But that’s okay lol

You hum.

What’s tarot?

You pick up your deck from beside you on the table: the Goblin Market Tarot, based on one of your favorite poems. You love faerie tales. “It’s a form of divination! Or just a game, depending on how you use it. But it’s cool! You can ask questions about love, career, relationships. And then the cards will tell you something specific about what’s going on!”

You shuffle the cards, shiny and periwinkle, experimentally. “Wanna read? It’s only $5 in free chat, ‘less you want a longer reading in exclusive.”

kingofthepirates has tipped you $5!

“Okay!” You say, excited. Tarot readings are your favorite. You have youtube videos and tiktoks, too. “What’s your question? I only pull one card for free chat.”

What’s for dinner?

“Ha!” You laugh out loud, “Let’s see!”

You flip over a card. Two more fall out of the deck after it, and you place them on the table in front of you. You scooch your laptop a bit farther away, to give the cards room.

“Hmm,” you say, peering over the watercolor art, “Looks like a lot, whatever it is. Ten of crowns—that’s swords—in reverse, eight of wands, and nine of platters. That’s pentacles, or earth. Which means food, material wealth, clothing, even. What d’ya like to eat? He’s got a platter of pears,” you hold up the card for the camera, grinning slightly.

Meat! Lol

“Haha, okay!” You tap on the cards in front of you. “Looks like a big party, maybe some conflict going on. Maybe a buffet? Like you’re fighting over food. But ya don’t have to be, with ten of swords in reverse, there’s plenty of food to go around. D’ya like barbecue? That’s what I’m getting.”

I do!

You sweep the cards up, and place them back in the deck neatly. “Well, that’s what I have for you! I like barbecue too, maybe I should order ribs…,” you click through your browser tabs, opening DoorDash to see what’s up.

Omg no way!!! Sanji is having a barbecue tonight!

“Sanji?” You ask, distracted, “Is that your boyfriend?” You love teasing men about having boyfriends and such, being bisexual (and nonbinary) yourself. You like tipping on the scales of heteronormativity, in whatever way you can. It makes them blush.

Nooo lmao he’s my cook! My friend

“Cook?” You ask, teasing. “What are you, rich?”

Yep!

Your eyebrows fly halfway up your forehead, but you don’t say anything. You calmly put the tarot deck away.

“I’ve never had a cook before in my life,” you cross your arms on the desk, letting your back arch so your cleavage sticks out.

It’s fun! He loves cooking and he’s the best at it. I also have a bodyguard but he’s my friend too. He likes swords ⚔️

You giggle at the emoji.

“Well, you came to the right place if y’wanna spend money,” you flirt, glittering at the camera. You’re not wearing makeup, but the pink light you have set up overhead does wonders for your skin. Plus the ring light to the side adds a couple sparkles to your eyes.

kingofthepirates has tipped you $50!

“Holy shit,” you breathe, quickly adding VIP to the stranger’s folder. “Thanks, king!” You smile, beaming at the screen. Maybe bills aren’t gonna be so bad, this week.

Let’s go to a show :)

“Gladly,” you fiddle with the collar of your robe, already itching to get undressed for this man. You hope he’s cute. “Exclusive?”

Sure 😈

kingofthepirates is requesting an Exclusive show. Accept?

You click “yes.”

Obviously.

***

The boy is very cute, as it turns out. He’s fisting his cock in one hand, camera turned on, with a sculpted abdomen and veiny forearms. His camera doesn’t show his face, but that’s normal for you. His glistening six-pack and toned arms are enough for you to get wet, grinding in your desk chair as you suck off your silicone toy.

“This is so hot,” he moans, voice raspy and sweet. His mic is turned on, which you usually hate, but this time it’s cute. Your pussy is aching, and you need his cock inside you soon.

“Fuck—,” you manage out, in between licks up the silicone shaft, “Glad you like it,” you pant.

“Love it,” he whines, playing with the bronze cockhead. His fingers are long and thick, with splotchy bruises on the knuckles. You wonder if he’s a boxer, or something. Or maybe just a troublemaker who gets in a lot of fights.

You pinch your own nipples, having teased off your silk robe at the start of the show. Now, you’re naked besides your cotton underwear that you usually keep on. Pussy’s for the OnlyFans, babes.

You’re actually turned on, too.

“Mmm,” he groans, speeding up his pace. He’s probably gonna cum soon, unless you slow down your show. You teasingly poke the cock into your mouth, stretching out your cheek. You roll your eyes up, moaning like a hentai girl.

“C-can you deepthroat it?” He asks, panting. His voice is so sexy, oh my god.

“I can try,” you giggle, and slide the cock halfway down your throat. Your gag reflex triggers, and you cough as you pull it out. “Sorry, I’m not the best at deepthroats,” you slap the toy against your cheek. He moans, anyway.

“God, you’re good,” he grips his balls with his other hand, and you notice scars up and down his arms. He also has one shaped like an X on his chest. You wonder where he got those, if he really is a reckless fighter, having adventures you can only dream of.

“What do you do?” You ask, jumping up and down in your seat. Your tits jiggle, and he groans appreciatively.

“Wish I could touch you,” his voice cracks. His hand trails up his abdomen, playing with his own nipples a bit. His hands are wide and thick, and you lick your lips.

“Me too,” you confess, genuine. He’s one of the hotter clients for you. You set the dildo down so you can play with your own tits. They’re soft and heavy, and you bounce them in your hands.

“But, ah,” he palms his cock softly, “I’m a MMA fighter. What about you?”

“Besides this?” You ask, tossing too-long hair over your shoulder. It brushes against your bare skin, and you grimace. You pull it up into a bun instead. Your eyes glitter at the camera, and your lips purse. “I make content on PornHub, OnlyFans, and other places like YouTube and stuff. Cosplay, tarot, mostly blowjobs. But not—on the wholesome places,” you breathe a laugh. “I’m kinda everywhere, these days.” You pause, unsure of what to do. “Here, let me copy and paste my username.” You send the info in chat, hoping to get an extra $5 for the OnlyFans sub.

“I’ll hafta subscribe,” he flirts, “Can I see that ass again?”

You grin, flushing slightly, as you stand up and turn around. You grab your ass in both hands, squeezing heavy flesh tightly. You bounce up and down, letting him appreciate the jiggle. Your cellulite and curves are one of a kind, you know this. Not everyone is stick-thin and spray tanned, so when customers click on your page they know they’re getting something genuine, and special.

At least, you hope.

“Fuck, baby,” he drawls out, and you turn over just in time to see him cum. Thick bursts of semen paint his clenching abs, and you hum.

“Good job,” you praise him, and he laughs. You sit back down.

“Shishishi,” he giggles, and you blush. He’s mad cute, to be honest. He fiddles with his phone, bringing it up to his face for the first time. You hitch a breath.

He’s mad cute.

“Make sure you favorite me,” you breathe, staring at his boyish features and jet black hair. His face is flushed, handsome, with a curved scar under one eye. He’s grinning at you with crinkly eyes. “S-so you can come back,” you stutter. Flustered.

Shit.

“Already did!” He bites his lip. Flicks his eyes up and down his camera. Looking at you, still bared body and soul in front of him. You wanna touch, and badly.

“Wanna hang out?” He asks, face cooling down. He grabs a towel, and wipes off his belly. He gasps, breathy, and leans back in bed. The covers are crisp and cool, almost like a hotel.

“Sure,” you breathe, ticking down to see your showtime extending. Past ten minutes, now. Fuck yeah, you think, leaning back in your own chair. “Whatcha wanna talk about?”

“Read my tarot again,” he cocks an eyebrow, “And let me know what it’ll take to get you to go on a date with me.”

***

Epilogue:

Hey 😈

He messages you on Insta, and you bite your lip. You’re sitting cross-legged at a café, having taken yourself out for a treat after your very long show this afternoon.

Hi baby 😇

You respond, too quickly. Who cares? You sip your drink, a foamy dirty chai. It tastes like cinnamon and almond milk.

Look up 👀

Frowning, you flick your eyes up and around the café. There. He’s seated across the way, at one of the square little tables situated in the center of the room. You blanch. That’s never happened before. Was there an angel of sex work watching over you?

You hope so. You gulp as he stands to make his way over to you. He’s even cuter in real life, and all thoughts of danger and serial killers and making mistakes leave your brain in one, swift breeze. You grin.

“Heya,” you say, sitting back to cross your legs. Your warm latte sits in both hands. You clear your throat. “Nice to meetcha,” you extend a hand. He takes it, smiling and warm.

“Hi,” he takes the seat across from you, pulling it out with one hand. The iron legs scrape across the granite floor. There's an exposed brick wall behind irl kingofthepirates.

"Didn't think I'd see you here," you hedge, raising an eyebrow. "Do I need to be worried?"

He blanches, eyes wide. "N-no!! I swear I'm normal. I don't--live here, I'm visiting. I have a--a match tonight! D'ya wanna come see it? I can get you VIP seats." He scoots his chair closer, looking up at you from under pretty lashes. You purse your lips.

"Prove it."

He giddily takes out his phone, a very nice smartphone with a cute charm hanging from the side. You tilt your head, and see it's a little skull-and-crossbones. You smirk.

"Here!" He hands you his phone, sliding it across the table. "It's me!"

You see a YouTube video of a wrestling match: two muscular dudes with their hands wrapped in fists. One is wearing white-and-blue shorts with pink hair, tied back with a bandana. The other is kingofthepirates, wearing red shorts with his hair loose. It’s black and floppy in spikes. He jumps up and down a bit, getting ready. The bell dings, the ref moves, and the stadium around the ring erupts in lights.

King shuffles forward, fists up, and knocks the pink-haired guy out cold. “Holy shit,” you breathe, watching the match end after only one shot. “That’s you?”

“Yep!” He grins, “We’re having a rematch this afternoon. Wanna come? I’m gonna kick his ass.”

“Sure,” you decide, not having much to lose. “Can I bring a friend?”

“Boyfriend?” He asks too soon. You sip your drink.

“Girlfriend,” you correct, arching an eyebrow. “Is that a problem for you?”

He shakes his head. “Nah, as long as we can still do shows sometime.”

“Sure,” you say, nodding. “I liked your show.”

He smiles, wide and delicious, before going back to his phone to text someone furiously. “Lemme getcha two VIP seats. I wanna see ya after the show.”

“Okay,” you hum, letting him type. You lean back in your chair, pulling up your own phone. You text Nami, your girlfriend.

Babe? Ur not gonna believe this ☠️

***

[menacetomany]

sometimes i think about tigerpaw.

tigerpaw who just lost his father figure, and had thistleclaw as a replacement. His strong, brave, noble mentor. 

A mentor who taught him an ideology of violence, forced him to train with his claws out all the time (which is literally risking his life in addition to being abusive! in the warriors universe they don’t have antibiotics so every single time a wound happens you risk infection and death), and molded him into the perfect little hyperviolent warrior whitepaw could never be, despite his best efforts. molded him into the kind of cat who would think mauling a kitten is okay.

and I get very sad.

Thistleclaw, even pre-SPH, has a knack for traumatizing children (whitepaw, tigerpaw, tiny). It makes sense to me he’d become a groomer because hurting young cats around him is one of like 3 of his personality traits! He has been an abuser from his first onscreen appearance [although I do sympathize with former thistleclaw fans a lot; the concept of a morally ambiguous asshole you like suddenly being retconned into a pedophile is horrifying. I just don’t enjoy people claiming he was never bad.] The ripple effects from his actions and the way he hurt other cats stretch all the way into TBC, and I once made an au where thistleclaw died right after siring whitestorm and So Many Things do not happen, it’s insane.

This fandom doesn’t rlly focus enough on the fact that tigerpaw wasn’t just thistleclaw’s lackey. he was his teenaged victim.

[vanillaxmochi]

Having some fun using Delilah as a dress-up doll

I made both an Angelic and Demonic Outfit for Delilah, with the Demon Form being one of the few mandatory ones I decided need to get done above all else since it is a form she does eventually take within her canon. The Angel Outfit was just for fun, and a possible take on what she might look like should Delilah end up with Raphael instead of Satan. I think my overall favorite part on both of the design are the little wings on her Angel Outfit's hair tie

I'm honestly not sure how many different outfits I plan on making for Delilah. I have a Paws and Claws as well as a Bunny Suit in the works, but after that I'm probably going to be flying by the seat of my pants and choosing whatever interests me

RENDER CREDITS Model: TDA, Vanilla Mochi Pose: Astria-MMD MME: ミーフォ茜, flyingflyx

DEMONIC OUTFIT CREDITS Base: TDA, Jjinomu Head: TDA, traineeCross Hair: Illusion, RageXYZ, Papergames, KittyInHiding, Staralco130313DA Earrings: Vanilla Mochi Horns: MikuEvalon Wings: 須々木 ピコリ Blouse: Koei Tecmo, shuubaru, FuzeeT Bow: 补骨脂 Corset: MijumaruNr1 Pants: Papergames, KittyInHiding, Staralco130313DA Heels: That-Alex Skin Texture: MijumaruNr1 Eye Texture: HiLoMMD SPH: ノゲ, 待つ, oe

ANGELIC OUTFIT CREDITS Base: TDA, Jjinomu Head: TDA, traineeCross Hair: Papergames, KittyInHiding, Staralco130313DA, Illusion, RageXYZ Halo: Vanilla Mochi Hair Accessory: MMDFakewings18 Earrings: Vanilla Mochi Dress Top: AU Dance Studio, YoshinoAira, Papergames, Morning--Coffee, SofiaTheFateless Choker: AU Dance Studio, YoshinoAira Dress Skirt: Bandai Namco, Dumbredhead Boots: Papergames, KittyInHiding, Staralco130313DA Skin Texture: MijumaruNr1 Eye Texture: HiLoMMD SPH: ノゲ, 待つ, oe, ArchiePichu, Arlisbloxer05

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psst. i'm trying to work on the backlog do you have any ideas for ship art. either for canon or for the aus. :D

shrugs. sph being cutes. esph in the basement maybe cuddling on whole’s mattress. mindsoul sharing a room w mind in soul’s chair. wait you could draw eye :)

[minorfamilysupremacy]

since i'm kind of (??) back into writing and vaguely/crossly prodding at a chapter ten of SPH, i am posting a snippet of a different project for wip wednesday.

this is an insanely, insanely long-gestating co-writing project between @kissporsche and me, which has been plotted and replotted so many times the messages about it likely exceed the word count of war and peace. it's a role reversal/loosely reverse safehouse fantasy au of fae pete/human vegas. i feel intensely passionate about it, which does not prevent me from setting it down from months on end and not looking at it. (i am a nightmare of a co-writer.)

i would love to finish this fic, if i can pummel my brain into submission and learn how to be a functional human being. until then, please enjoy a very tiny bit of vegas in a collar.

‘I do wish I didn’t need to do that,’ said Pete. There was a thin gold chain in his hands, and he pulled Vegas nearer with it. ‘But some of you get so difficult that I have no other choice.’

Vegas struggled futilely against the bonds. It only drew his wrists tight against each other. He swallowed and felt the ugly weight of the collar. ‘What the hell do you want with me?’

Pete studied him. ‘I don’t know yet. I haven’t decided.’

‘Kill me, then,’ Vegas spat. ‘We both know I won’t leave here alive.’

The chain dangled limp in Pete’s hand as he stood. He hooked his finger under Vegas’ collar, bringing their faces so close Vegas could feel the whisper of his breath. ‘It’s awfully rude for a guest to make demands like this.’

He yanked on the chain, and Vegas stumbled and fell to his knees. His palms scraped against the wood floor. The chain glowed warm and inviting in front of him, taunting him to try and snap it. He couldn’t make his own hands move.

‘We were having a lovely time,’ Pete said. ‘Please don’t ruin it.’ He took Vegas’ chin in his hand and forced Vegas to look up at him. There was the ghost of a smile playing on his lips.

‘If you want to break me, you’ll have to do better than that,’ said Vegas. He jerked away from Pete’s touch. ‘And if you’re so inclined to touch me, put your hand around my throat. Just try to make it count this time.’

Pete just gave him that same inscrutable look. ‘You’re like a rabbit, aren’t you?’ he said. ‘Nervous and greedy and impatient. You have to keep moving. What happens when you stop?’ He rubbed a lock of Vegas’ hair between his finger and thumb. ‘It’s no matter, of course. You won’t die here. It isn’t your choice.’

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Are there any kinks for Lacho that you haven't written yet but still want to explore? The way you incorporate all sorts of different kinks very seamlessly into your writing is really impressive.

thank you anon!! had to think on this one, but I think I've got a few real winners here:

watersports - not a popular one, I know! and yet, I long for it. a few flavors appeal to me: bathroom control where Lalo just will not let Nacho piss until it's too late; Lalo pissing on Nacho to humiliate him; Nacho TRYING to humiliate Lalo by pissing on him but Lalo just likes it anyway and opens his stupid mouth for more and Nacho's life is full of suffering (until he realizes how much he likes to have Lalo on his knees begging for his piss)... the works!

small penis humiliation - ok, so there was a touch of this in 1800S, but Nacho's above average in that one, so it doesn't count. I actually have a proper SPH fic in the works! I just haven't been able to finish it yet. poor widdle 3 inch Nachito... another under-loved kink for sure, but I enjoy it a lot!

vore/cannibalism - I'm a lowkey Hannibal fan, okay? it would simply be so romantic for one of them to eat the other. maybe just a little nibble. imagine how good Lalo's cooking would be!

guro - WHY is it the guy who talks lovingly about how he wants to skin someone alive while he's making a snuff film is not given more opportunity to be unhinged like that in smut fics? sex and death go together like peanut butter and jelly. trust me I am a scientist

monsterfucking - tentacles, werewolves, eldritch horrors, mermen, are you picking up what I'm putting down here? in fact, the fact that I have not done a monster AU yet is positively criminal. wtf is wrong with me? I must rectify the situation immediately

menstrual sex - damn it I wanted this list to end on an odd number. oh well. Lalo should lick that thang while Nacho is bleeding, either genderbent or ftm I don't care, a period doesn't stop anything but a sentence

as you can see, anon, my tastes are very... uh, well, they sure are some of the tastes ever

hope someone might like some of these along with me!

[razypie]

thoughts on a lookism AU where everyone has chips implanted into their brains and they all live in a medical facility because they’re “special” and are forced to train their bodies to make it to the top fighter list? it’s like everyone is a caged animal, and if they go rabid the chip will shut them down immediately. Charles is probs behind it haha whatcha think? would you read/write anything like this??

hii anon! that is a pretty cool concept you have for a lookism au--the conditions are different, but fighting is still there. it reminds me of the Maze Runner series for some reason lol (with its dystopia-ish vibe and old men forcefully confining children 💀) although im not sure if you want hcs or a oneshot incorporating the au, or just my thoughts on it. would i write anything like this, though? absolutely! in fact, im dropping some of my hcs now 😭😭

What lies outside the Ivory Walls: Lookism AU headcanons

Note: Daniel's POV in most of these.

Sang-a Private Hospital is a medical facility built under the HNH Group to-- you know what? Charles Choi, at this point, could just do whatever he wants without due process as if he's above the law. 🙄

Sooo how would our Lookism characters "get trapped" in the facility? You see, Charles is a shameless mf. He'd do anything to get ahead of others, even at the expense of innocent people. So, he briefed the SPH employees as to what the real function of the facility is--to gather sickly infants (officially declare them dead to not arouse suspicion) and bring them to the secluded basement below the facility, each of them having a separate room.

Then, these kids will be raised and conditioned into thinking they are "special", a fighter, and in need to be subjected into intense training and experiments to obtain results to be reported to Charles Choi for his who-knows-what schemes.

However, little did these SPH workers know that some of these kids really are special and have innate fighting ability (yeah, it's our Gen 2 babies!)

Around ages 17-18, the fruits of their labor will be put to test. Each of their watchers implant chips into their napes to monitor their health--physical, mental, intelligence, and psychological (these are the criteria of making it into the Top Fighters list).

Each fighter gets assigned to another, and they enter a quadrilateral arena caged with wire mesh. They fight until one of them yields, or one of them remains standing to qualify for the next round. This goes on until one victor remains. The chip installed to each fighter transmits points for all of their fights as well as their health status in accordance with the given criteria. Rankings get released afterward, divided into parts: Top Fighters, Average, and Questionable Ones.

The ones in the last category are given 3 more tries to make it into the Average cut. Failure to do so (that or if they go beyond what they were tasked to do) will activate the self-destruct function of the chip... ⚰️⚰️⚰️

This wouldn't be a problem for Big Daniel, of course, since he possesses the copy ability. He always tops the Top Fighters list. Following him are Zack, Vasco, Jay, Vin, Logan, Johan, Jake, Hudson, Samuel, Eli, Warren, Jihan, etc.

This feat, however, isolated Daniel from the group; but he didn't mind. At least he could still sleep at night.

Not until he started having weird dreams of odd places that don't resemble the pearl walls he's seen his whole life, objects he hasn't seen before, and strange human expressions he never thought people could pull, and sensations he is unfamiliar to. But, despite all these things being foreign to him, he found comfort and familiarity in them.

(Big) Daniel wasn't aware that he's been switching between two bodies (Little Daniel) at that point. Although, the dreams of that world became more vivid and coherent that he couldn't brush it off as a dream anymore.

He raised his questions to his watcher, who flinched at them but didn't answer. It didn't stop Daniel, though. He kept on asking, which prompted his watcher to take action (aka violence).

Other Top Fighters saw this and went to Daniel's aid.

That's where their camaraderie formed. And to Daniel's luck, they were also suspicious of the workings inside the basement, which saves him time explaining. Most of them offered a hand in helping Daniel seek the answers he's looking for. Some were skeptical at first but joined afterward (Jake, Samuel, Vin, Jihan, and Hudson), and Logan didn't give a shit at all. 💀

Being a strategic thinker, Daniel had devised a foolproof plan to move out of the basement undiscovered. But he needed the floor layout plan first, and to locate an escape point.

This was no problem to Jay and Johan who could work discreetly; they were able to steal the complete layout of the area as well as its ventilation map.

Vasco, with his spatial ability, was able to comprehend the maps quick and volunteered to scour the entire floor to locate the best escape point. Zack, Eli, and Warren, went with him in order to remain inconspicuous from the watchers.

While the others were busy, Jake, Samuel, Vin, Hudson, and Jihan would go 'patrolling' (eavesdropping) on watchers to gather information that might be helpful for their escape.

Everything was going swiftly. They were also able to maintain their Top Fighter status in all matches so that was no issue. All they had to do now was to follow Daniel's plan to escape.

But then, security became more strict and more watchers were assigned to each fighter. They're pulling the big guns now (as in with capital G kind of Gun, along with the other Gen 1.5 fighters and Gen 1 kings)

Daniel didn't understand. Why out of nowhere? Right after him and the others have already planned their escape? Should they still push through this? Right now, there is at least a watcher in every single corner of the basement already. Do they have to fight the watchers on their pursuit even though it's not part of the plan? But they've worked so hard to get to this point.

"The timing is so suspicious." Daniel murmured.

"I'm sure the chip only detects our health status, though. We were also under the radar the entire time and kept the plan to ourselves."

His eyes widened. "...unless, there's a mole."

aaand that's all my word vomit can offer. my brain just stopped there. 💀💀 i didn't delve much into their survival in that kind of environment, but rather, how to escape from it. jeez, i watch too much attack on titan 🫣🫣

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OC-tober Day 18: Swap.

For Day 18, I drew the Homestuck Troll version of Emmanil, Emanil Tephys! I fever-dreampt a HS-au for the campaign @trench-rat is running a few months back, and made Trolls of several members of the cast.

Here’s my guy:

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Emanil Tephys

He/Him, She/Her

Sylph of Doom

Fuchsia Blood

archmagicalCadaver [AC]

Sph<I>nx <o>f black quartz, judge my v<o>w.

- A tad mel<o>dramat<I>c, n<o>?

- The Femen<I>ne Urge t<o> c<o>llect dead th<I>ngs.

- She/her t<o> y<o>u, <o>nly fr<I>ends use he/h<I>m.