#that's what His Story is called on toyhouse at least

[buttercup-barf]

And I would gladly break your every bone to have you breathe some more.

[edendawg]

hello fine people/creatures , it is now time for

SUPER COOL LORE!!!

with information about the story I'm working on and some of the fun furry characters involved!!!

So I'll do specific introductions for people as time progresses but for now the basic gist of the story is that all of the main cast are in a writing club in a small Rhode Island town called Bullville, and this story will be a slice of their half mundane, half agonizing lives. Don't worry it'll also be silly and warm because I'm me. More lore below the cut

A lot of them grew up together such as Indigo, Jackson, Juniper, Eden, etc. And the two main characters are Eden and Indigo (or at least that's what I'm sensing)

Eden is a Zumiez employee who's a really talented writer and skateboarder, but who has a lot of problems with childhood neglect and mistreatment that led him to be super unsure of himself. He's seen as super cool and edgy but his writing reflects that he's a dreamer and very sensitive.

Indigo works at a Blick, and while super artsy and bubbly and pleasant, is struggling immensely in many ways. Their writing is super passionate and offers a glimpse of what they're focused on at the time.

My goal for this story is to reflect what the norm can be for queers and disabled folks living in small whatever New England towns. It's gonna be angsty and hopefully either relatable or eye opening?? It's also just see where it takes me, because these characters are my special angels and I want to put those beasts in some situations.

My ao3 will be live soon, and my first chapter will be available there and on my toyhouse shortly as well, probably by the 6th for TH (it's Nov 3rd 2024 today). Also I have to learn how to use ao3 lol.

Anyways more coming soon, yay!! Thank you for reading :3

[risen-from-stardust]

A taste of blood

CW: Violence / Blood / Torture

3317 words

Toyhouse

Note: HELLO UHHH HA i wanted to post this here cuz why not? I really wanted to do something a bit dark for a while soooo... Remember that english is not my first language and I have no beta reader, enjoy, or not, idc. Vix and Sushi are the OCs of @whereisxyro, the rest are mine.

Note 2: I'm probably going to do more mini stories to tell the lore of some of my OCs, i have a lot in mind and even if "Risen from Stardust" is slowly being published on Wattpad (Still a WIP and is in spanish and i'm not updating soon cof cof), i preffer to use this way

Note 3: Writing is so complicated, i admire people who do this omfg

Vix was walking with Dan'dchei and Tai'ytu in this new, or at least unknown for him, space station. There were plenty of interesting things around, almost forgetting why they had come here initially. Things for their ship? He doesn't remember, and neither cares right now. He was happily listening to them talk as he was included time to me in the conversation.

— Too much tech stuff for me, go and do whatever you two need. I'll be fine, I want to explore

Dan'dchei clicked his tusks a bit.

— Don't you want one of us to come with you? Security, I mean

— I can take care of myself! See you in a while

Without waiting for an answer, Vix just moved away to explore by himself, ignoring how Tai'yu loudly huffed. Why did they even care about him? He's not lying, the past days had been... Nice. He supossed. Dan'dchei and Tai'yu were gentle with him, ignoring again how their relationship started. It was pretty much probably due to the fact he was like some kind of trophy. Another pretty thing in a stupid collection of ego-filled creatures... But... He had expected to at least be called to come back, and here he was, almost screaming to be stolen again. These two actually cared? Then why was he here?

His head turned at the glance of something shiny in one of the stores. One of the first things he noticed when he arrived here. Ah, now he remembers.

He didn't knew what it was, nor did he care. Shiny was shiny, and distracting enough to keep him out of his thoughts. Yeah, that was a good plan.

After a while a scent made him wipe his head around. What is that? He asked himself. Too familiar, but too faint in his memories. Decided to investigate, Vix started to walk around the shops until he saw a little brown Yautja? With a peculiar look. It was adorable, like an oversized axolotl. Curious, and lured by the scent, Vix decided to get closer and started to follow. Why was he alone in this place? Poor thing. Maybe he could help to find his parents or whatever took care of him.

— Hey little thing, — Vix said, walking closer to the slimy yautja. — You look lost, may I help?

The creature chirped happily, he was about to take Vix's hand until he decided to suddenly stop, his expression changing to instant worry.

— What's wrong? I'm not going to hurt you don't worry

Vix tried to use his most calm voice possible, seeming to be useless as the yautja darted away, tripping on things and chirping broken apologies.

— Wait!

Vix darted too to follow him, being easy to catch the thing in his arms due how much he was bumping on things. He started to wiggle on Vix arms, surprisingly loud screams coming from him.

— Calm down! I said I'm not-

That smell...

Unwittingly, Vix used his poisonous spikes to prick the soft skin and release a paralyzing venom. At the feeling of the sharp things, the yautja stopped moving. Whatever the reason was, fear, his poison, that didn't matter. He sunk his fangs on the squishy meat, savoring the addicting taste of his warm blood as it started to coat his mouth.

Loud stomping started to come close to them, before Vix could even look, he was trashed violently against a wall, whining due the sudden pain of all his body.

Dizzyingly, Vix looked up to see a massive creature... Yautja too? Holding in his arms the much smaller one, who was now curled on himself and whimpering in pain. Oh no, no, no, what he had done?

— Sushi... Sushi... I'm here — His deep voice sounded worried, those webbed hands petting the recently discovered to be called Sushi and pulling him into an embrace. Mumbles being said to the little one.

Vix tried to get up and noticed how the yautja tensed. He wasn't even looking at him, so in little hope he had to escape, he tried to slowly, carefully, to get up. Again, in a blurry movement everything was agony. The yautja used his weight to crush one of Vix's legs. A nasty crack echoing in the silence. The few people that were around decided to leave. Being near an angry yautja was dangerous, being the reason why they were angry was far, far worse.

His scream was stopped when he held his throat in a deadly grip. The feeling being something Vix already got used to, so his body slightly tensed and instinctively got lax again. All of this while he was being pushed against a wall.

— You, — The yautja snarled, his only dark eye looking straight into his very soul. — are going to feel something far worse than regret.

After that, he found himself being half-dragged around the station. Having to forcefully walk due how high he was hanging. Vix tried to take out at least one of his spines to stab the stranger with these, however, every time he moved, the hand on his throat choked him until he was almost unconscious and repeating over and over again. This little game actually excited Vix in some twisted way, having your life hanging off a cliff like this was dangerous, and it was exactly what he liked... Even if it wasn't a good situation for those thoughts, he just couldn't help it.

He was tossed again once the yautja entered a building, leaving the slimy one in a table and calling for O'Twei.

Once this said yautja with blue hide was with them, the much bigger one picked Vix up and chained his arms behind his back, picking carefully some of his spikes and pulling away, making Vix hiss.

— I'll go to see what this thing does, — The bigger one, O'Steaab, as O'Twei called him, looked back at Vix. — Pray this doesn't kill Sushi.

And with that he was gone, leaving him with O'Twei and an agonizing Sushi.

— What are you going to do with me...? — Vix asked, for some reason his voice sounded a bit scared. Was he scared? This wasn't the first time someone chained him.

— Not me. He — Replied calmly the blue yautja as he started to work in the bite Vix caused, trying to calm down Sushi and reassuring him with being back at home.

— I didn't mean it! I swear I don't know why I bit him! It just.... Happened

— Unfortunate. Try to explain that to O'Steaab and he may not be so cruel with you

Curiosity pricked him a bit. Some part of Vix wanted to know what he was actually able to do. The other... Wasn't happy at all about this whole situation. Dan'dchei and Tai'yu will be worried if something happens to him, and he really didn't wanted to worry them this way.

— What you say is true...? — Vix lowered his voice a bit, tilting his head down to don't look threatening in any way. He also used his best tragic eyes, concern and a slight hint of fear in them.

O'Twei looked at him for some long seconds and sighed, slowly petting the trembling brown ball in the table.

— No — He finally replied, not even paying attention to Vix anymore — But accident, as you call it, or not, you're going to be dead. — A soft purr started to sound in the depths of O'Twei's chest, picking Sushi up and nuzzling his mandibles on the little one's head — Eventually. Start begging for it.

Groaning, a burst of blood came out of Vix as he puked on the floor. A little pool of neon magenta blood creating in front of him. This was bad, really bad. He was probably bleeding internally due the crude handling from earlier. Cursing internally he was picked up again, this time by O'Twei, left in another room and locked there. Like if he was able to scape with a broken leg.

Some time passed since they left him alone here. Barely catching some noises from the outside. Some things were hanging from the ceiling, probably useless whires and some steel boxes scattered around. Nothing useful here.

He was starting to feel dizzy due to the lack of blood. The floor around him being a mess of magenta and pink. His mind wandered back to situations like this in the past. It was all he had right now to distract himself. For how long they are going to keep him here? 

The sudden slam of the pad outside was his answer, O'Steaab entered the room and darted his tongue to taste the air. The way he looked at him had Vix shivering. A faint feeling that he was going to die right here and then started to make him nervous.

He was about to explain what happened, but his words ended up in a squeak when O'Steaab picked him up and shoved him hardly on the steel table near a wall, forcing him to cough some remains of blood still in his throat. Vix was about to try again and excuse his pathetic self when a hand pressed his head against the table, the other pulling out the poisonous spikes of his body. They sometimes fell, so it only made him feel a slight discomfort.

— You have to try harder to make me not enjoy this

Vix teased. He knew he was digging his own grave. Whatever.

— Make yourself comfortable then

O'Steaab growled, leaving the spikes aside and pressing Vix's back. He seemed to take a second to calculate before ripping open his back, five long trails made by his claws started to bleed and coat Vix, a pained hiss coming from him, but just as a natural instinct. He actually enjoyed that a damn lot, melting as the warmth of himself leaked out. Vix tail slammed O'Steaab on his side, just as a reflex, in response, he just took it and ripped it apart from his body. Again, this sometimes happens, but it hurt a lot due to the sudden move, making him roar this time in surprise.

O'Steaab carelessly turned Vix around and let him rest on his exposed flesh, making him squirm uncomfortably against the table. Then he left. Leaving Vix alone in his misery for who knows how long.

•  •  •

Vix lost sense of time after some hours. Gods, he was starting to get hungry, and dehydrated due all the bleeding and puking. Where were Dan'dchei and Tai'yu? They said they'll be with him if he had any issues. Well, now, he was stuck in one.

From time to time O'Steaab came back to just do more damage on his back, it was weird how his claws teased his spine, but in a good manner... At the beginning. It was starting to get seriously uncomfortable due how long he took his time, searching for sensitive spots and abusing them until Vix was whimpering in discomfort.

He tried to not care and somehow enjoy it. If he's going to be stuck here for a while, he really had to search for ways to not make this unbearable, convincing himself that it could be worse. How long since he has been here? He tried to count and already lost track after half an hour.

— Where are they...

Whispered Vix under his dry voice, shifting time to time with the chains still in his arms pressing against his abused back. He could swear that he was torn enough to have his bones slightly touching the surface under him.

— Who?

— Like if you cared, asshole

A pitch yelp came from him when O'Steaab buried deep a dagger he was sharpening near him in the internal part of his tight near the beginning of his leg, jerking aggressively due how sensitive and also damaged that zone was.

— FUCK! — Vix cursed, baring his inner fangs — If you're going to kill me, do it already!!

— Cool off, — O'Steaab snarled, twisting the dagger — It's been only three days

— Three days?! — How was he even alive? His body couldn't produce that amount of blood. Well, he also time to time fell unconscious, giving him enough time to heal at least a bit.

— And half — O'Steaab mumbled, his free hand exploring with curiosity Vix's gills. This sent a pleasant shiver throughout his body, even if he knew they were being considered his next zone to damage.

Gods above. Where are they?? He was having enough of this.

— They... They are going to come and find me, they care about me... — Vix was disrupted when a claw hooked in the inside of one of his gills, at the verge of feeling so damn good and painful.

— If they really care, then where are they?

There was a momentary pause. He just used what Vix just said but in a way that had him doubting the insecurities Dan'dchei and Tai'yu tried to take away, clawing back at him and holding Vix like a vendetta. He really wanted to ignore O'Steaab, but he was right, they already gave up on him? Just like that?! He shouldn't be surprised. They were all the same after all.

Looking how the thing seemed to crash in a wall of realization, O'Steaab took the opportunity to rip open the gill he was hooking, an actual painful, hoarse cry coming from Vix.

— Take a break — O'Steaab pulled the dagger out of his leg, licking the blood as he walked away. — I'll give you time to think.

Think... That was the last thing he wanted to do right now.

•  •  •

O'Steaab actually left Vix alone, first making sure to have he forcefully hydrated again, which meant coughing water out of his lungs. Trough these three days O'Steaab noticed the two yautjas asking for their companion. What a shame he was having some fun with him, the magenta blood looking interesting on his claws.

Sushi in his own way insisted to don't kill the thing. He didn't knew why even if Sushi was noticeably more quiet since the attack. Miraculously the spikes weren't deadly, only paralyzing, but still he's not forgiving him soon for scaring like that the little one.

He was surprised at himself at how protective and attached he had become to the pup, trying to teach him how to hunt small things so he could learn the basics, even if Sushi was basically blind. That feeling of pride striking O'Steaab unexpectedly hard when Sushi managed to get something, a little fish, it was all he needed.

He couldn't help the curl in his upper mandibles, smiling at the memory. Doing a last check to see if Sushi, and Kiloun apparently, were comfortable in their nest, he made his way to the other nest of furs in the room, nuzzling against a sleepy O'Twei and occupying most of his little personal space due O'Steaab's size.

Maybe he could let the creature go for tomorrow's morning. But not before giving him a reminder to never, fucking never get close to them or this station ever again. One that he was sure the masochist thing couldn't enjoy. Yeah, that sounded good. Yawning and stretching O'Steaab curled around O'Twei, letting his faint purr drift him to slumber.

•  •  •

— Wake up

A kick near his injured gill made Vix realize he was on the floor, his arms free. Or at least not chained, O'Steaab was holding one of them behind his back. Wait, he was going to...? A hard shake made him slightly hiss in protest.

— I'm awake, I'm awake... Going rough today, big one? I still can sing for you~

O'Steaab kicked him again, harder this time, and growled, obviously pissed by that.

— Don't. Congratulations, you're getting out of here

— Ha. Didn't know you where funny

— I'm being serious. Tai'yu and... Dan'dchei are your owners, right? Well, I can give them the important piece of you — He then used one of his feet to press Vix head against the warm ground, slightly curling his back to be closer. — But I'll take something first

— You already have my tail, what else... — He stopped when his arm was pulled further backwards, reaching his stretching limit.

— Let me show you... — He growled, a slight popping coming from Vix sore muscles.

— No... Wait, WAIT, WAIT!!

With a grunt, O'Steaab used his strength to rip off the arm out of his body, tossing it to the table. Vix was unable to scream due how hard he was hit in his head with something, falling unconscious once more.

The next thing he knew was muffled voices, bright lights... Why was it so bright?! His eyes hurt, so he decided to fall into oblivion once more. When he woke up, his body was heavy as stone, none of his limbs cooperating. A faint shadow made Vix open his eyes, looking at the blurry figure hovering over him. Glass? Where am I... His back wasn't in pain anymore, in fact, he didn't felt anything at the moment.

Groaning, he moved to touch the glass, his left arm didn't respond, so he used the other to catch the attention of the shadow. Slightly glowy eyes stared at him. First in surprise, then confusion, and finally moved away in a sudden motion. Okay, it was gone, what else did he had around him? He was floating in some kind of liquid? Strange.

Wanting to go back to sleep the liquid was drained and now he was resting against a soft surface. When the glass moved away Vix took the opportunity to sit and look around, feeling a bit dizzy. He noticed the other beings in the room, three of them being particularly close.

— Vix... — Whispered the one with a familiar glowing pattern all over his body, it seemed to be fearful to speak any louder, which Vix appreciated due a faint hint of a headache. Wait a second.

— Dan'dchei...? — Vix mumbled, leaning closer to look at him.

A purr was his answer, a warm hand coming to cup his cheek. He couldn't help but lean on the touch, he was craving for this since...

— For how long I've been out?

— A week and a bit more — Tai'yu — Lost too much blood. Need time to recover, Thakiar decided to finally take you out of your slumber. Also need to recover your strength

— How am I even here? — Vix darted his only hand to the sticky and cold bandages in his supposed to be right arm place. He was going to be okay, if he could grow back his tail, why not limbs? Right?

— We received a message of your location, when we reached the zone, this... Yautja... — Dan'dchei hissed in disgust, seeming to despise sharing species with O'Steaab — Tossed you to us and left, not without warning us to never come back again or he's going to actually kill you.

— We are not afraid — Continued Tai'yu, growling — But we are neither risking you, or anyone here

Vix decided to say nothing this time, he just didn't know what to say. Sighing, he let them carry him up to stretch his legs, noticing more bandages and how much they were trembling. This was going to take a long time to heal.

•  •  •

With Vix out of his sight, O'Steaab was back at O'Twei's little home. Gods, he wanted to get out of here for yesterday, a good warm sun and a mud bath screaming for him. He gathered some of his stuff and left them for easy transportation for the next hypothetical morning. That night his tail was pulled hard enough to turn around and see what happened, Sushi being a bit more annoying than usual.

— What? — He growled, his voice rumbling like that due how sleepy he was.

A soft squeak was his only answer. He tried to teach Sushi many times how to communicate in Yautja, the task being slightly impossible because the little thing was stubborn about keeping his squeaking noises. O'Steaab just picked him up and also curled around him, a faint smell of fear coming from Sushi. 

When he was ready to go, Sushi picked his tail again and refused to let go, a bit surprised at how hard Sushi was holding him.

— I'll be back later, you know O'Twei will also take care of you

Still, Sushi refused, so he decided to say his goodbyes to his friend and bring Sushi with him. A slight feeling of compassion and guilt for seeing him like this and lowering his guard to let this happen poking his brain. Probably Sushi also needed some time outside, so this was going to be necessary for both of them.

[mainprotagonist]

ok ill bite, tell me about your ocs!

YES PERFECT... IVE GOT MANY!!!! You can see all of them on my toyhouse!!! A lot of them are WIP until I get their basics down but theres a lot of them that have icons so at least you can see what they look like

I do fandom ocs but since these stretch from fandom to fandom i wont go all over them but my Big OCs I talk about the most are Kelsey (one piece oc) or Prince (osomatsu san oc).... and i love oc/canon pairs sooo much and the biggest reason I make fandom ocs.... But look out for me making a dungeon meshi oc bc its def gonna happen.

as for my other ocs, I've currently have uhhh (checks hand) 8 'verses' I talk about which is basically just different worlds with different settings and stories that I jump around with working on.. EXPIER, Danger, OI!, Kingdom, Rampage, Red Wire Burn (RWB), V•RSE and Virus.....

I'll put descriptions in a read more so i dont spam up the dash <:)

EXPIER - newest verse of mine where all the characters are some sort of glee performer, drag performer so on so forth. all based on a very specific emotion and I'll give them playlists for songs that fit them. these guys help connect my love for music and ocs. Story follows the whole cast.

Danger, OI! - My oldest verse that I havent worked on in years and obvs needs overhauling and planning but its about people called animal whisperers who can command demons and free them from having no self control that cause them to attack civilians. Follows main character, Bibion.

Kingdom - A verse I work on with my bff milo most of the time and a lot of it wouldnt be possible without him. A world divided into multiple kingdoms: Astral, Angel, Dragon, Lava, Shadow, Spirit, Glacier, Flora n Fauna, Underdwelling and Reef.... All separated by lands considered neutral territory that many live outside of influence of the rulers. Story focuses on the aftermath of a long running war against the Shadow Kingdom rebelling against the others, which had left them devastated and leaving the rest to start anew to deal with their scars and rebuilding what was lost.

Rampage - Follows a train hopping, nonbinary shapeshifting duo named Fyle and Garrett!! Very casual loose verse I also havent worked on in a bit. They are thieves and pick up jobs that involve petty thievery in order to make ends meet.

Red Wire Burn - Usually abbreviated to RWB. Focuses on a vampire run bar and the entertainer that performs there and is given room and board, Desta who is an introverted magician; loves people but needs a lot of alone time, especially after his performances

Seasons - A family of huldrekalls living and surviving in a group or separated depending on the season. Huge plant motifs as they are tree creatures. They help local farmers with their fields and other tasks plus protecting them. Focuses heavily on Melian; the middle child of the family who catches the attention of a half giant by the name of Rexus (belongs to @not-amh). Lore related is that their names are chosen by their significant other as they are born n found no need for a name. Formerly simply known as Huldrekall until he meets Rexus and is given his name.

V•RSE - second oldest verse and arguably the more developed with almost all the ocs having their profile finished.... Its my fictional fashion industry, queer led and many of the workers are LGBT.... Creating clothes for all shapes and sizes regardless of gender; only separating the genres of clothing by the style and size rather than gender. Focuses a lot on Kåre who is the newest worker and learning the ropes of working at V•RSE

Virus - My lil scifi horror verse... An exploration team is sent to an inhabited planet as a means to research the lands. Jason, the teams head researcher, wakens a long dead alien virus, becoming infected and killing the rest of the crew and turning them into almost unrecognizable monsters; the only way to tell theyre the original crew is because of distinct physical features. A team is sent to rescue them or to find what happened to them.

[minnieeeworld]

gonna make this an actual post so @merddynaladar im treating this like its an ask lol ... thank you for the encouragement! i have some oc rambles under the cut, about these ocs i posted the other day :) my quinn ocs that i love so so so much, ariel alan and maya!!

cw for nsfw and general adult themes !?!? tho im not really going into depth about my story at least Yet....

so, this is ariel!! she is 22, she, 157 cm, and her whole story is about the differences between her online/offline self. she streams online and is a camgirl, and shes very cutesy and pandering there, but irl shes very tough and aggressive, will not hesitate to confront and fight a bitch. shes also a prostitute <3 she was actually the first oc i made for fun one day that started my whole oc universe! so i love her a lot shes my fave oc :) shes very >:3c embodiment, loves chaos, loves fashion, going to bars/clubs, lazing around with the other 2 charas that are her besties! i gave her a carrd, a tumblr, and here is her pinterest board :3

this is alan! he is 23, he, 190 cm. he's went through a LOT of personality changes and its really funny to see what he has become because i originally made him to be a whumper for an old hyperfixation chara...!? but anyway... he's a drug dealer and has a ton of issues. he's very down and gloomy and genuinely depressed as fuck. but he and ariel have been friends ever since they were teens and have grown to adapt around each other if that makes sense? they're very similar in a lot of ways. he loves chaos and shit as well and also would fight a bitch, except he would actually hesitate, unlike ariel. he's not online at all that's just ariel's thing, he doesn't really know how to dress himself, he kinda just fights for his life everyday tbh. he and ariel are VERY GOOD FRIENDS !! they are at the secret third thing stage of their relationship. wlw mlm solidarity. you would not want to be friends with them.

and finally, maya!! she is 17, she, 163 cm. she is very sweet and lovely, deeply traumatized girl (they all are tbh). shes a big factor in my "main" story like, ariel and alan help her deal with something Really Bad, and they fall in love with her, not romantically, just in the I need to protect you and have you live safely and comfortably forever type of way. don't rlly feel like going into main story details tho aghusidfsdf. maya watched ariel and alan from afar in the past, daydreaming of a life where she knew them and she had all these fantasies and thoughts abt them bc she was just so curious abt them. she had a rlly bad home life and they often saw her wandering the streets n stuff but there wasn't rlly anything they could do besides help her out w little things every now n then. she becomes someone whos very silly and sweet with a bit of a dark side bc like shes got ariel and alan as company IHUSDIFHSD. its a whole thing.

little divider hehehe. just wanted to add some context that i made a whole world for my ocs like i mentioned, and this specific city they all live in is called quinn. its a very shady and dangerous town, which is why some charas are the way they are, ariel in particular. shes just had to grow up knowing how to fight for herself. but yeahhh idk what else to say !! im still working on alan and maya's toyhouses shuisdfhd

[rt-lots]

Ooh, 🍀 for bow girl and/or athyr!

bow girl and athie are both my sonas, so their inspo is largely from myself.

bow girl evolved quite a bit, and i dont really remember when she explicitly became bow girl. she started as just me drawing myself with a big bow (i love bows), then id simplify it and not draw hair, and then i added a little dress...

eventually, i wanted to upload this version of myself i drew so much to toyhouse, so i called her "bow girl" as a placeholder name, but my friend max liked it.

more recently u may see art of bow girl w little frills or extra bow details. this all is based off my friend cupids drawing of her from like december 2022? (thats when its uploaded to th at least)

and what these details are specifically tend to differ just based on visual aesthetics i like and what i want to add at any given moment.

sorry! side tracked. the point is, bow girl originally was just a simplified version of me, made into a cute little doll to justify her baldness. presently, her different design iterations (mostly just outfits) r based on cute red things i like

athyr is a diff story! and a much shorter one, being that i dont use him as much. honestly athyr just kinda came to me... i was like, "i want an aesthetically pleasing mentally ill doll persona" and she spawned in my brain like a little weasel. the big shiny gold bow was the main idea, and everything else was meant to be a dull contrast...

athyrs one of my fav designs! and he may not b as close to me like on a one-to-one scale as bow girl is, but i still love him sooo much

also- this isnt about his design, but hes named after a set of neopronouns i found while looking thru an angel gender tag (angelcoric i think?) ath/athyr. i was like "oh that shits cool as hell. name"

IDK IF THIS IS WHAT U WANTED but i just like 2 rambl.e.. isnt that what this is all abt at the end o the day

[neon-lyte]

here’s a lovely writing piece i commissioned from the amazing @justbreakonme . 💕

This story takes place in Nephfei -> info here

Toyhouse for my ocs: -> Adelaide 💛 -> Tatian 💜

Beautiful Things

The morning bells announcing sunrise woke him as they always did.

Adelaide shifted, yawning and blinking in the first fingers of light snaking into his room, then sat up, hurriedly stuffing his latest smuggled magazine under his pillow. He couldn’t believe he'd fallen asleep reading it, if Tatian had seen...

He didn’t want to think about what would happen.

With another yawn, he reluctantly pulled himself out of the warmth of his bed, kicking the ripped sheet he’d “rescued” from the trash farther under his bed and away from any prying eyes.

It wasn’t as white as it used to be, but he was sure with some bleach and time, he could get it close enough.

He paused in the doorway, taking a deep breath. Bracing himself, in a way, for the day to come.

He’d managed to stay out of too much trouble for the past few days, but he could never do it for long... Just one day at a time, right?

Before he could get too distracted, he started down the hall towards the kitchens. He collected Tatian’s breakfast tray, a smattering of greens, tea, toast, and poached eggs, and stuffed a spare piece of toast in his mouth as he went.

The tray glided along gracefully before him, while he scarfed the toast down in three bites on the way to his office.

The door swung open silently on well-oiled hinges, which only made the clatter of the tray being set down sound louder.

Tatian had one of his latest projects set before him, impossibly tiny gears and wheels arranged in neat rows, a manual open in the air beside him. He looked up over it with a glare, catching sight of Adelaide and shaking his head.

“It’s not enough to make a racket this early in the morning, you have to trail crumbs along after you?”

He looked down, noticing only now how his toast had indeed left a few crumbs leading back down the hallway.

Tatian sighed again, mumbling under his breath. “I don’t know what I could hope to expect...” “I- I’ll go sweep; I am sorry-”

“Go then. Stop making excuses. You’ve already made the most noise for the least reason, there’s no need for more.”

With a wave, he turned a page of his book and brought the mug of tea to his lips, not taking his eyes off his reading.

He turned tail and hurried off, only to turn back to make sure the door didn’t slam behind him.

Not even noon and you’ve already made a mess of things.

His own internal voice seemed to be sounding more and more like Tatian by the day. He didn’t know if that was a good thing or not.

Following the trail of crumbs back down the hall towards a broom and dustpan, he tried to shake the feeling.

Obedience was the only thing that made him worth anything. The only reason he was here at all. If he wasn’t obedient, what was he?

Just a spinxyn. Barely a step up from the dirt he was cleaning from the floor.

He let his mind go quiet, focused on his task, as he made his way back down the hall, past the office and into the main chapel.

He’d always loved the chapel in the morning.

The sun through the stained glass formed puddles of multicolored light on the stone floor, and he was more than happy to give it a clean canvas.

It was quiet this morning, the only sound coming from his talisman dragging behind him and his hooves, most of the residents of Catalis still sound asleep. Tatian called it a sin, but he imagined it must be nice to let the sun get up before they did. Let it warm the streets and the roof tops before leaving the cover of their blankets.

He paused in the light of the largest window, admiring how the colors saturated his hair and glittered off his hooves.

He only scolds you when you need it. After all, if he didn’t want you to be better, why would he give you such a gift?

Why must you constantly doubt his judgement? Or is that just the nature of a spinxyn?

Once he had tossed out the dirt, he returned the broom and dustpan to its place and started down towards the laundry. It was one of his favorite places after the chapel, surrounded by quietly humming machines and the smell of soap.

It was also a good place to find materials, scraps and other bits and pieces otherwise destined for the garbage. He felt a strange joy in them, almost solidarity. He too was nothing special, but he could be, if cut and clipped and pinned and tucked into the right shape.

He could be the best of the worst.

And that would have to be good enough.

He moved the wet sheets to the dryer, careful not to snag them on his needle point spikes or his horn, then the dirty ones to the washer. As he did, his attention was caught by a clattering noise.

Shutting the machine doors, he stooped down, examining the space between them.

A little golden button, likely from someone's coat based on its shape, had bounced back between the washer and dryer amongst the dust bunnies and lint.

Fishing it out, he leaned back and looked around, never sure when he would see watchful eyes appear behind him.

Assured that he was alone, he dusted it off. It seemed to glow even in the dim light, and he grinned.

Pretty...

He hurried up to his room, the newest addition to his collection carefully tucked out of sight as he slunk past Tatian’s door.

His mind was already racing with ideas, letting them unfold and reform in his mind's eye. He might even be able to get away with wearing something like it, after all, if it was off a church members coat it must be acceptable, right?

There are different rules for them. What is acceptable for others is different than what is acceptable for you...

There it was again, Tatian’s words in his own voice.

But it’s just a button, could it truly be that bad?

He supposed he would find out swiftly if it was, once he decided the best way to use it.

Once in his room, he placed it with the sheet, rolling it up in one of the corners so as not to lose it, and then went back to the laundry.

He wouldn’t dare hang around too long, not while there were still chores to be done, and not while he was already walking such a thin line.

He was in the middle of carrying the last basket of clean towels to one of the bathrooms when he heard steps in the hallway behind him. He tensed, turning slowly, hoping he hadn’t done yet another thing wrong.

Tatian was looking over a list but paused to catch his eye. “Adelaide.”

“Yes sir?”

“Are you nearly done?”

“Yes, sir, just these left.”

“Very well. Finish them, then you’ll accompany me into town. I expect you to set an example, do you think you can manage that?”

It wasn’t a question. It was a test. “Yes sir.”

Once around the corner and out of sight, he all but ran. This was his chance to prove that he could behave, to smooth over the mistakes of this morning and keep on his good side.

Even with his stern tone and glare sharp enough to cut diamonds, the idea filled him with a golden, glowing feeling. He was being brought to be an example.

He was still good enough to be the among the best of them.

After leaving the now empty basket in the laundry, he met Tatian quickly by the front doors of the church, his head bowed.

He looked him over, and Adelaide kept his eyes down, his heart pounding.

Please, please, I promise I’m good, I swear...

Finally, he seemed to deem him at least presentable, and off they went.

Adelaide followed a few steps behind as they made their way out into the bustling street. Despite keeping his eyes fixed on Tatian’s back hooves and his head down, he couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by everyone and everything around him.

Laughter popped here and there among the chatter, the occasional shout making him jump. He kept his head down, but his chest swelled, hoping Tatian noticed how quiet, how tame he was among the rest of the spinxyn.

Someone shoved past him, calling a quick “Sorry!” after them, and he heard Tatian hum in disapproval.

Look at me, see! See, I can be so much better, right? Right?

Is better good enough?

Even without looking at the buildings, he knew where they were going. Tatian didn’t often leave the church without a good reason, and there wasn’t often a better reason than finding a missing part or piece to his latest automaton.

After a few turns, he knew they were getting close.

Still facing the street, something flicked by out of the corner of his eye, and he looked up without thinking.

Oh...

Pretty...

She was walking by with a few others, giggling and gossiping like everyone else, but her tail...

Unlike his talisman, hers was still fluffy, and strands of it were braided with beads and pearls, making it sparkle with every movement.

He didn’t realize he was staring until he heard Tatian’s voice, far closer than comfortable. There was also his grip on the scruff of his neck, unmoving, but a warning nonetheless.

“Do you remember what the gods say about the temptation of vanity?” he asked, and he knew that tone far too well.

It was the one always used in public, calm and kind and deceivingly patient. “T-that vanity is- That spinxyn are not worthy even for the sin of vanity, sir?”

“Exactly... Now, I’d advise you turn your mind towards why I had brought you in the first place, yes? As an example, not as a tourist.”

“Yes sir, I am sorry sir.”

“Do not be sorry,” he snapped, letting go of his neck and starting to walk again, “Be better.” He turned back to the ground, trying not to let the tears starting to form escape.

“I don’t know why I expected anything more... They’re all the same.” Tatian muttered under his breath, and with that, he felt the last of that warm, glowy feeling dissipate.

Even if he had wanted to, he doubted that he could lift his eyes from the floor now. He let them slide over the doorway to the parts shop, barely seeing the nuts, bolts, and washers that littered the floor. Tatian seemed to find the items on his list rather quickly, and he was grateful.

“They’re all the same.” played over and over on the walk home, and dread had begun to settle as they grew closer and closer.

He hoped that he would be in a better mood, now that he had found the piece he had been looking for, or at least more focused on his automaton project than his spinxyn work in progress.

The automaton was certainly less difficult.

He slipped in the door, silent as the grave, in the hopes that he would simply be forgotten.

“Adelaide.”

His heart dropped.

“Yes sir?”

“There are several stacks of books that need to be reshelved. And when you are done, I trust you can find one of them to review. You seem to need more time to study, considering your behavior today.”

“Yes sir.”

“If you need any further correction,” his voice was as cold and hard as the stone floors they stood on, “I am sure I could find a method of teaching that could get the lesson through your thick skull...”

“I- I understand sir.”

“Clearly not well enough.”

And with that, he was off, leaving Adelaide to watch him go.

It could have been worse.

He started for the library, taking a deep breath as if that in itself could stop his heart hammering.

You could have been better.

The library was empty, and he was grateful.

You could always be better.

The books hovered and spun, slotting into empty spots on the old wooden cases, making little puffs of dust and air as they did so.

While he couldn’t unhear Tatian’s words, he also couldn’t unsee the strangers glittering braids, the way the sun played off her beaded hair.

He would never have the opportunity for something so beautiful, even if it was allowed. He looked back at his talisman, jealousy pinching at his heart.

He pulled down a few books with promising titles, letting them fall open before him to read the first few pages of each. He settled on one with a deep green cover and set the rest back on the shelves before sitting down to read.

Reading was a much better option than Tatian’s methods of teaching; it kept him from frustrating his teacher further.

He had been very, very lucky...

He read in silence until he was shaken by the bells tolling sundown. He folded the book closed with a sigh, letting it slide back into its spot, and started towards his room.

Tatian’s door was open as he approached, and he slowed, walking as quietly as possible as he passed, catching a glimpse of him inside, still pouring over his manual.

Once safely away, he walked faster.

He couldn’t handle being scolded any further, and he had learned long ago that the best way to avoid getting in trouble was to stay out of sight when at all possible.

Once inside his room for the night, he let his shoulders slump. Hopefully Tatian would spend the rest of his night in his offices, and in the morning, maybe he would have a fresh start...

Despite everything that had happened that afternoon, Adelaide still unrolled the corner of the sheet and retrieved the button, turning it in the light of the setting sun.

He couldn’t braid it into his tail, but...

Three strands of his mane began to twist around each other, forming a soft golden braid. He slid the button over one of the strands about halfway down, finishing off the braid by wrapping one of the longer strands around the bottom and tucking it through.

In the now dark window, he looked at his reflection, turning this way and that to see the way it looked. He’d never be able to wear it out, but...

It’s just as pretty...

After one more glance, he sighed and undid it, returning the button to its hiding place and curling up in bed.

How could beauty be so wrong? Was it truly so terrible to look for the beautiful things in a world so full of them?

He rolled over, squeezing his eyes shut and then opening them again.

It doesn’t matter what makes sense to you. It matters what you’re told. You’d think you’d have learned that by now.

He fell asleep that night hoping for a better tomorrow, a more obedient tomorrow. But when he dreamed, he dreamed of beads and buttons, of braids and beautiful things.

[mondsbrat]

Kotik

Ex Fatui - Orazio, The Blind

Pronouns: he/him

Age: 22

Height: 5’4

Vision: none (Delusion)

Weapon: Polearm

Country of Origin: Snezhnaya

Current Home: None

Allegiance: None

Appearance: A serious looking man with brown eyes and black hair kept in two braids. Has a smattering of freckles over his nose and wears what looks to be high ranking Fatui garb, though all Fatui emblems and paraphernalia have been removed.

Fighting Style: Uses his Delusion to absorb and re-release elemental energy as his own attacks. Specialized in taking out vision holders as a Fatui member. Otherwise, is very proficient with his polearm, enough to be feared even among the Fatui.

Story:

Born and raised in Snezhnaya, Kotik was raised with love for his country and reverence for the Tsaritsa

After his parent’s untimely deaths, he willingly joined the Fatui at a young age

Though he never received a vision, for his loyalty and strength he received a delusion and the new name Orazio from the Tsaritsa.

Years after making a name for himself, he was sent on a mission to take out a couple who were directly stalling the Tsaritsa’s plans. He was successful in his mission to end these threats before making a heartbreaking discovery that the two had a child. This brought back memories of his own parent’s untimely deaths, and seeing that he had just given a child the same fate as himself, Kotik became disillusioned with the Fatui, and began to question his own past.

He returned to Snezhnaya, returned to his Tsaritsa with questions about what happened to him as a child. The Tsaritsa answered his questions willingly, proving his suspicions to be true- the Fatui killed his parents, sentenced to death for speaking out against the Fatui and the Tsaritsa.

Kotik was enraged and left the Zapolyarny Palace, the Tsaritsa making no move to stop him while his once fellow Fatui agents fought him every step of the way.

He escaped, barely, and left Snezhnaya for good, and now hides his identity to protect himself both from the enemies of the Fatui, and the Fatui themselves.

Notes:

Kotik is a Russian term of endearment meaning cat.

Sad

Has probably fought Diluc at least once while Diluc was in Snezhnaya. Either ended in a tie, or with Diluc winning (with Diluc pissed that Kotik was so young at the time, and yet fought so well)

Commonly just called Blind or Unseeing by other Fatuus, both as a title, and as a remark on him being visionless

Though he was respected, most other Fatuus either feared or outright disliked him

If he had stayed with the Fatui, he could have been in line to become a Harbinger due to his fighting prowess and the Tsaritsa’s favor over him

Art by ZeroZeroSenpai on toyhouse

[callsignbaphomet]

Okay. Finally. Found a site with enough liberties to let me manifest myself and add all the information I wanted to add. I had to use toyhouse's forum section to get the information somewhere and then link it but I finally did it.

I woulda had this done sooner but C needed me to carry his butt in SOTE and I couldn't do this plus help him.

Here's a link to the interactive map!

They're just short blurbs so no need to worry about reading a ton of stuff. It's just footnotes with some basic information and some lore too. There's some sections with spoilers but there's a big ol' warning before the information. Now that that's outta the way I can safely say I feel relaxed enough to start writing.

((BTW, Core Realm, which you'll be reading that a lot here, is in reference to the main realm ei where we live. Realms are all connected to this one and people have taken to calling it the Core Realm since the discovery of other planes of existence aka realms. It's all connected. If two people from this realm and another look up at the night sky and into space we'd BOTH be looking at the very same universe just from a different angle. I'm so sorry if that didn't make sense, I really hope it did.))

Some extra notes on the map, I didn't wanna overflow the terrain with trees to the point where it's hard to see details.

The forested areas are THICK with trees, plants, shrubs and the like.

Those campfires are meant to represent areas that have been set up with camps. Mostly hunters, fishermen and gatherers occupy them but anyone is welcome to use them.

The realm is divided into four continents: the two huge ones, that hook like formation to the North, and those giant islands to the South.

The little islands are archipelagoes.

Yes, that is a desert to the South, yes, the sand is black. Yes, it's a cold desert. The sand is onyx black with pearlescent blues and purples shimmering. Somehow the sand is even colder than the environment.

The temperature outside of the frozen parts of the world are mostly cool. On average it stays at around 61°F to 64°F. On the colder months (what in the Core Realm would be summer) it would drop to 57°F, while in the hotter months (what in the Core Realm is winter) it can go up to 71°F. Now, in the snow covered regions during the hotter months and usually around the coast it's at around 12°F, during the colder months and further inland it drops down to -14°F.

Time moves weird in that realm. There are 32 hours instead of 24 and there are 9 days in the week instead of 7. There are 18 months in the year instead of 12 and 7 weeks in a month instead of 4. ((Look, I am super bad at math so if the math doesn't add up just hand wave it. I might go back and edit this detail so it makes better sense but numbers give me a headache.))

The nights last much, much, much longer than in the Core Realm. Day time is a bit dimmer than in the Core Realm and this is because of the perpetual eclipse that blocks both the sun and the moon. Hence why this section of Nyota called themselves the Kupatwa people. Kupatwa (at least to the best that I was able to find) is Swahili for eclipse. That blockage has to do with the story. Spoiler alert it's a type of SOS and no, the Kupatwa did not send it.

You'll also notice I mention a princess. The Nyota are led by a queen (whether they identify as a woman, genderless or non-binary and yes, THAT INCLUDES TRANSWOMEN AND TRANSFEMME PEOPLE) and the Nyota are the central hub nation as the Kupatwa are an off-shoot of the Nyota living in a different realm. Same culture, same belief system, same society-same everything. It's just that they adopted a different name. Any off-shoot will be led by a princess who will answer to the Nyota queen (Loke and Jelani's maternal grandmother).

Yes, there are tons of animals native to this realm and I've been working in general information for a few of the more important ones. Yes, also tons of native flora. Yes, animals and plants from the Core Realm can safely come and live in this realm though they'll mutate the longer they stay in the realm. No, it's not freak like mutations that turns the animal dangerous or crazed. It has to do with the energy in the soil, water, air and just all over. Without spoiling too much Makers have an...interesting impact on the physical world in their purest forms.

Can't think of anything else. I'm totally up for answering any questions at all though I think I covered everything here.

Yes, I am very exhausted but pretty proud of this.

Here's the map all done! Exo-R 4202 or as known by its common name Kupatwa Nation!

I'm trying to see how I might be able to enable the notes to be seen because there's a lot of lore like EVERYWHERE. Some story spoilers too but I put a warning before the spoiler just in case. Soon as I figure this out I'll rb it.

[csmeaner]

WARNING: GROSS

Might as well submit this now so I can take a break off the blog for a bit after digging up that Densy shit.

So, I'll bite: /post/694191943132053504/who-is-jesse-and-why-does-everyone-hate-him-so 

post related

posts tagged jesse

Gross stuff at the end.

I wouldn't say I hate Jesse, exactly. That would imply he takes up a lot more active space in my head than he does. His antics, however, do live in the more passive part of my brain and no amount of sandpaper's gonna get that out, so I, uh, am not fond of the guy.

1. Hides behind his mental illness as an excuse to be a POS. Was Jesse mean to you? Did he blow up at you? Was he a shitty friend? Is he bitter as fuck? Does he only talk to you when he wants something? Well, he has mental illness so he has an unspoken expectation you just shrug your shoulders and move on. (In his response to the CCCat-Peakit thing, it read to me like he was explicitly expecting it. You'll have to decide for yourself.)

2. What he did to his "friend", Caravan. While she was around, he was happy to receive gifts from her and defend her. But the moment they had a falling out and he was, like Densy, sure Caravan was gone, he sent screenshots of their personal conversations to Densy. 

I don't care how much you fucking hate someone. Private messages between someone you call a friend should stay private unless there's a very good reason for them not to (ex: someone's telling you they're going to end their life). Print them out and burn them if you need catharsis.

It's also super hypocritical. Caravan was one of the most blatantly mentally-ill people I've seen whaling in CS but because she made Jesse mad, he's excused himself for doing it.

3. He's caused trouble in other communities. Since it's not CS, I won't go into details. He's so aggro and unwilling to back down from anything.

4. Some people still hate him from his hoarding and foddering days. He was never Caravan-level, but he was just about everywhere like her. At least he was usually fair about trades.

5. Mad shit-talker in general. Oh the shit he published following the initial days of the 20K Grem callout. I bet if Caravan released some of her private chats with Jesse, we'd see some real tea.

BUT THE BIGGEST REASONS

6. I'm uncomfortable with his thoughts about minors given how he tried to talk around himself for having a relationship with a 16 yr old when he was 19 yrs old, and how he visited this 16 year old and they "kissed and mildly fooled around". His background story is eerily similar to Soyu-k's. Warning for talks of CSEM and abusive religion: https://archive(.)ph(/)oc1M0. Further response from Jesse (same warnings, just to be safe): archive(.)ph(/)IdG27.

I really don't know how to feel about the last two links. On the one hand, maybe he didn't know, and he's open (as far as we know) about it? Then again, he only came out with it when he couldn't deny it anymore, like Soyu-k. But everyone is different. There's just something about both those posts that doesn't sit right with me. You'll have to decide for yourself.

To be clear, I don't think Jesse is dangerous. I think he's a narcissist (in the general sense, not the personality disorder sense) who's willing to...wriggle around a bit to get himself out of something he'd never forgive someone else for.

7. Related to the above, he has one instance (one is all it takes to make me hate you) that I know of what looks like graphic pro-shipping material in his Toyhouse, which was drawn by his boyfriend(?), Xiphos. Censored version (warning as it's still pretty rancid if you're sensitive to this sort of thing): pasteboard(.)co(/)FnTM1kmrVlmU(.)png.

I know someone who archived the original, uncensored image. I'm not in the mood to dig it up for obvious reasons but lemme know if you just HAVE to see it. And I'll get back to you in a couple days. Or go look it up for yourself before it's inevitably hidden.

It seems clear from the TH profile that the character is intended to be an adult and the image should be interpreted as "size play" or maybe "macro". Knowing how some people treat size play/macro, I avoid people who draw it out to this extent. The character in this image has borderline-child proportions.

Actually, Jesse seems to share Xiphos's tastes in general. For example, this naked human's encounter with a rather large anthro. Censored version: pasteboard(.)co(/)Z5MXE9Cqnnz4(.)png.

Again, I know this is supposed to come off as size-play or macro, but it's something that comes down to your own perspective. Is it bestiality to draw a human having, um, relations with a giant anthro? Is it nasty or just incredibly weird? That's for you to decide.

As for me, I'm going to go play video games or something and hope this heartburn goes away.

[skyhighchibi]

So, how is Duskie like? Like to hear about more OCs.

i made a toyhouse page for him but i will also talk more yes he is the rock eater ever. he eats so many fucking rocks.

sometimes he drums on things and calls it 'playing taiko' (if au where heroes can reunite, probably calls it "playing drums" if he does not know of taiko no tatsujin)

duskie is not scared of the voices in his head (knight n odio). in fact he's actually quite friendly with them. ofc if akira looks in there he's not gonna like what he sees. probably.

you think the demonic voice in his head would be evil, right? odio actually has chilled the fuck out. unless you hurt duskie. then you're fucked.

i have like. an idea w/ like tl2 bullshit and heroes reuniting. in tl2 the odeo priest guy is still alive (because akira in tl2 just. went into the robot and punched odeo in the face. matsu lives btw) and he looks for the 'Reincarnation Of Odeo' and long story short duskie gets tied to a pole listening to a guy ramble about how Odeo will possess him and bring greatness upon the people. akira does not get there in time but. it's a partial success. depends on how much you think odio is his incarnations. odio ofc is very pissed. how dare you stress out his little brother that is also him. priest guy dies violently but akira is spared because it's not like he did anything to get duskie in this situation. at least not on purpose lol

[ausp-ice]

The second part of the story of Malice and Val's meeting! You can see the art/story for the first part here.

The story is also on Toyhouse.

Hearts of (No) Malice, Chapter 2: Intersection

The last thing Malice expects is for the human to return the next day, with their bag of devices and sustenance. They do the same thing as the day before—greet Malice, sit down, and retrieve what Malice assumes is their drawing device.

The human does not return the following day, but they do return the day after that.

At this point, Malice finds themself… curious. Most humans who face them are fearful and wise enough to heed their warnings, or otherwise Malice can manipulate the malice in their hearts to get them to leave. But this… Valence. They do not understand why the human chooses to stay here for extended periods of time, especially given Malice's presence.

So, of course, they observe. While they can see without the use of their eyes, visual perception of the human while Malice is looking away from them is suboptimal. On a whim, then, they slip into an abstract energy form before shifting back into their more solid form behind the human, looking over his shoulder.

Only to be surprised by the sight of itself—rather, a rendition of itself. "You are drawing me," they note, and the human jumps violently, pressing his tablet to his chest and looking up at Malice with widened eyes.

"I, a-ah, well…" they stammer, eyes flicking off to the side. A faint pink tints his cheeks. "S-sorry. I wasn't going to show anyone. You're just," he gestures vaguely at Malice, "very pretty."

"Pretty," Malice repeats, blinking all their eyes.

Valence nods. "You're just…" They hold out a hand and gesture down its body and then vaguely to its wings. "You know?"

"That is horrendously vague, Valence," they say.

The human hides his face in his hands. "It's, you know, the aesthetic? Black and blue are pretty, you're super tall and elegant but also sharp?"

Hmm. "Thank you, I suppose." Malice slips away, returning to the edge of the cliff in a shift of smoky movement.

"You…" Valence starts, "are you going to stop me?"

Malice hums. "What you do is none of my concern."

"O… kay. Neat. Very neat." Their voice gradually peters to a mumble.

Malice lets the time slip away. Valence remains, drawing and occasionally snacking, until eventually—there. That spark of malice, around the same time every day.

They chase the thread of it, shifting to an energy nearly imperceptible to nonmagical individuals. In mere moments, they are at an apartment.

Malice does not particularly care about the details of the situation they discover, but they do note two individuals, one with long dark hair and a slender form, the other with light short hair and a broader build.

Both of their malevolent feelings have been growing exponentially for the past few days. Towards each other both, but the long-haired one—toward the situation, the world, everything.

It festers and grows, now to the point that it has called Malice itself to the scene.

It plays out just as they expect. A physical altercation, escalating emotionally and physically, until finally—a knife in the long-haired individual's hand, buried in the chest of the other.

The malice fluctuates—suddenly gone, before roaring back. Malice approaches, phasing through the walls of the building as if they were nonexistent. They approach the individual from behind and set their fingers lightly on the individual's shoulders, a ghostly touch, and knowledge about them—no, her—seeps into Malice's awareness. Her name, her reasons, the suffering she accepted until pain turned to malevolence.

But Malice does not care for such details. "Will you allow the malice to consume you?" they ask, and she stiffens, gaze flicking to Malice's claws.

She scoffs. "They always say that welcoming evil will invite demons to your home."

Demons. One of the many sorts of beings humanity created to explain Edeia, though inherently such a label and its associations are often improper reflections of the nature of Edeia. Despite the offer of Edeia knowledge to the world, some still rely on their existing conceptions of supernatural entities.

Malice does not bother explaining this. "I can pull you back," it says, instead. "If you wish to let go. Will you?"

She clenches her fists. "No. He… no one ever helped me, even when I tried reaching out." She lowers her head. "Humans are selfish, even if they seem nice on the surface. When they have to risk their own self… ha. They won't."

"Perhaps so," Malice says.

"I don't care what happens to me. Whatever you want from me. I just want the world to burn and be free of it once I'm done."

"I see." They lean in closer. "Then… I shall give you just the slightest push."

Malice pulls at the thread within her, just slightly. Changing the weave. There would be no change now, but it will grow more and more uncontrollably as she feeds it.

As they pull away, she turns her head slightly to look at them. "What are you?" she murmurs.

"Malice," they answer, and leave.

-

The next day, Malice returns to the cliff. And of course, Valence is there. The human comes to sit and draw and occasionally talk, and they've become more bold the more Malice answers.

Malice… finds that it does not mind, however. There are not many situations where they would speak to anyone normally, so they indulge the human.

"How long have you been an Edeia?" Val eventually asks.

How long? "I… am not sure." They look to the city. "It was long before humanity reunited with magic."

"So at least a hundred years," Val murmurs.

Malice hums, crossing their hands behind their back. "I would say… twice as long would seem reasonable."

"That's… a really long time." A pause. "Do you… have any other friends?"

Malice scoffs at that. "What use does malice have for friends? I am ill will. Harmful intentions. All that calls to me is the malice festering within the hearts of humanity."

"Just humanity?"

"No. But humanity's malice often burns the fiercest. As Edeia, we are," Malice waves a hand, "embodiments of our Idea. Fewer of us tend to harbor ill will towards others when they cannot threaten us. When such emotions are trivial in the face of being the very concept itself."

Valence hums. Without turning around, Malice sees them frown and put down their tablet. "You mean like… Edeia don't need emotions?"

"Need? No. Those who have fully embraced their identity as a concept are just that—sentient representations of a concept. Consciousness and Concept, for instance."

If Valence is familiar with them. Judging by the way Valence's brow furrows, Malice is not certain.

"But," the human says, "you all do have emotions, right?"

"Most retain their emotions, yes. In one way or another."

"Do you?"

Malice turns their head slightly towards Valence. They consider his question. "They are unnecessary," Malice decides, and turns back.

Valence takes a breath. Lets it out, and sets down their tablet. They stand up and walk closer, closer, until, "Can I hug you?"

Malice blinks. They turn their head, looking over their shoulder at the human, who has his eyes on his fidgeting fingers. "Um… I'm going to hug you. Yell or something if you want me to stop."

Valence then proceeds to lift themself on their toes and wrap their arms around Malice's hips—they are far too tall for him. It is almost amusing. They then rest their head on the small of Malice's back.

It is… soft. The human's clothing is soft, his hair, his embrace. It is not something Malice has experienced since… since…

A long time ago, regardless.

They do not move, but eventually the human lets go. The loss of warmth is stark in the chill of the air.

Malice turns around fully to look at Valence, and the human cranes his neck up to meet their eyes. His hands are now tucked in the sleeves of his white sweatshirt, and his arms are folded.

Malice hums, lifting a claw near his arm. Valence stiffens slightly as his gaze follows it, but Malice does not touch. Instead, they vanish into smoky darkness once more.

[fountainpenguin]

It’s an Update

Hello, Riddle here! I know I’ve been pretty quiet on Tumblr lately. Here’s an update on my situation:

I will definitely post more fanfic updates soon. I’ve picked at drafts, but haven’t posted anything lately. Here are the reasons why:

I got a new IRL job. It’s a good fit for me, but I have less free time than I used to, of course. It’s a job that involves writing lots of articles on a variety of topics, and I enjoy how every day is a little different

Most of my free time for the last year has gone towards my mod work at the Creature-Crossing ARPG, and to my personal CC writing. I’ve been working on new activities over there (my recent favorite being our seasonal familiar shows... I won first place in the summer show!) and I have a lot of plot plans that are coming together now. If you ever want to see my original characters and read my CC writing, you can find my character directory HERE and my Table of Contents HERE.

Once November 1st hits, I won’t be preparing for the release of any more CC activities or events. All future activity or event releases will be overseen by the other mods, and I’ll simply be someone they can ask for extra help if needed. This is a big change for a mod who spent the last 12 months working on new releases, and will give me back some of the free time my IRL job will eat

The Creature-Crossing admin (my boss) greenlit my request to bring an assistant on the mod team who will specifically help me with a lot of my behind-the-scenes work, such as data entry and organization. I’ve never had another mod who specifically helps me with the back end duties before, so that will be awesome. I will need to spend some time training them, but once they are official, that will take some of my workload off and allow me more free time for this blog and personal writing time.

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Fanfic updates you can expect to see soon:

- Reedfilter Rules

- Frayed Knots

- Origin of the Pixies

- Debut of Factor It In, my Kid Math-centric “WordGirl” fanfic (Subtitled “Tales of a third-grade superhero in training”)... Yes I am still in love with this idiot boy, expect lots of doodle pages soon

- The 130 Prompts project is on a slow-burn writing schedule... I’ll write for it when I want to, but I mostly want to focus on Origin and Knots this year.

Further info below the cut. There is more info about non-Fairly OddParents ‘fics in here too (under “non-FOP fanfics”), so if you’re looking forward to Mario World or “WordGirl” ‘fics from me, give this a click so you know what’s coming!

So, what does this update mean for your fanfics?

They’ll be active again soon! I’ve been picking at them behind the scenes, trying to build up a buffer. In an ideal world, I would love to release a new chapter for SOMETHING every Friday. I doubt this will be possible, but it’s something I would love to work towards in the future. Realistically, you can probably expect some kind of fanfic update once every two Fridays (two updates per month).

There might be some Fridays where posting an update is not possible. Instead, I’ll make a post about what progress I made instead. In the past, I often overworked myself to get a chapter out in time for my old deadline. I will not be doing that anymore, but will instead hold myself to a goal of “Make progress on something every week.”

In the best ideal world, I would love to post one FOP fanfic update per week and one non-FOP fanfic update per week. This is not likely to happen for a long, long time, but that would be the dream.

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Here are the things I most likely worked on if there is no fanfic update:

- A fanfic chapter draft that needs more time

- A sideblog profile

- A Toyhouse profile for personal characters

- IRL work or mod work may have kept me busy this week

- Creature-Crossing writing... I will try to prioritize my fanfics more, but my CC writing is still important to me and I will be working on it in a lot of my free time too. At the moment, I have a hard deadline of December 14th that I need to meet if I want to release huge plot drama on the day that it happens in canon. I’ve been building up to this for a long time, so I’m really excited about that.

I currently have summer or autumn 2022 planned as the “finale” for the majority of my plot to explode. I will be hosting a member-run event in Creature-Crossing that will last for two months, so a lot of my time from January until the event’s release will be spent doing event prep. Once the event ends, my story content will mostly be a “return to slice of life.” Stories will be more casual one-offs as characters grow, live their lives, and start their own families. Hitting seasonal deadlines for plot will no longer be so important. I’ll be giving Creature-Crossing work less attention after that, and much more attention to my fanfics.

- I may not have a fanfic chapter out each week, but I WILL post a note every Friday to let you know what I have been doing with my time. You’ll see me around. Feel free to send Asks and talk!

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What non-FOP fanfics would you like to work on?

For literal years, I’ve been claiming I want to post Mario World fanfics. This is still something I want to do. I tag Mario World posts as “mushrooms and more.” I’ve already done a lot of worldbuilding, I have thousands of words of content written for this fandom... I just haven’t posted any of it. I hope to do this soon.

- “WordGirl” fanfics are prioritized over Mario World fanfics. After I finish my first “WordGirl” multi-chapter, I will probably be ready to post my Mario World ‘fics. I may possibly post some Mario World one-shots in between other fanfic updates. Might take another year or more before I touch Mario stuff unless there’s high interest in seeing it sooner?

I also really want to write some WordGirl ‘fics and get more involved with the fandom community. I’ve been building headcanons and lore for this show ever since I was a kid, and I have multiple ‘fics for this fandom that I want to write.

- “AlgoRhythm” is a ‘fic I have already posted on FFN and AO3, about WordGirl introducing Kid Math to the villains in town

- 28 Cities is a ‘fic I started about Rhyme and Reason before they arrived in Fair City. I put it on hiatus since it didn’t seem like anyone was interested, but I’m willing to post more for it if there is interest in it now that years have passed and I’ve gotten more followers who like WordGirl. I have a lot of worldbuilding and plot I never shared for it

- Factor It In is a ‘fic I’ve been working for a while that parallels the official show from the moment Kid Math arrives in town. It focuses on Rex’s struggle to adjust to this world as a child coming into his superpowers for the first time (Y’know, the whole “superheroes don’t have powers when they’re on their home planets” thing), his struggle to adapt to the social world of a non-logical planet, and Becky’s struggle to help him become accustomed to Earth and learn to share it with her as well. If the episode “Kid Math” was a full-length novel about Rex’s arrival and character development, that’s what this story is. This is the highest priority of all my non-FOP ‘fics... I’ve had a cover image made for 6 months and even though I tried setting it aside, I’ve always been super inspired to write for it. If I felt like it would be a good idea to commit to weekly updates alongside my FOP updates, I would, haha.

- I have two one-shot WIPs called “Squishy Feelings” and “A Little Ambiguity”, one of them focusing on Becky and Rex talking about the events of “Rhyme and Reason” and what it means for Rex’s secret identity, and the latter being a future ‘fic showing WordGirl and Kid Math dealing with life 10 to 15 years down the road. I’ll probably post the latter, not sure yet on the former.

- If desired, I may make a WordGirl specific sideblog where I post lore, answer Asks, post character profiles [smaller than my FOP sideblog ones], and mention fanfic updates. If you would be interested in this, feel free to send me an Ask requesting I do this. If there’s not interest, I’ll just keep my WordGirl stuff on the main blog.

- I’d like to get more involved in the WordGirl community, so I’ll probably post more content and reblog more art and headcanons

I also have a handful of miscellaneous ideas I might follow through with. I’d like to write at least one “TUFF Puppy” fanfic so I can say I did. In a perfect world I would like to finish the two “Danny Phantom” and “Bunsen Is a Beast” fanfics I started because... I just kind of want to dip my toe in each of the Hartman shows once since I already went through all the effort of worldbuilding for them to make them canon in a single Hartman show universe. “ChalkZone” is another show I adore and might touch someday (You may recall I have a full outline planned for an FOP/ChalkZone crossover ‘fic called “Dust to Dust”).

Will I write all of these things? Maybe not. I have no idea if I want to spend the next 10+ years writing fanfics, or if I’ll simply be done with all misc. fanfics immediately once I decide to be done with my main ‘fics. I definitely intend to write for a few more years and finish my main ‘fics, but I might not go through with some less popular side ‘fics if life is getting busy for me.

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What is the posting schedule for FOP ‘fics?

Reedfilter Rules, Frayed Knots, Origin of the Pixies, the 130 Prompts project, and “Come What May” are all high priority FOP writings. I will swap between them depending on my mood that week.

Here are some other ‘fics I want to work on.

- If you like, you can send me Asks requesting I work on a specific story above the rest. I will try to prioritize whichever stories interest you guys most.

Snips and Snails is a ‘fic I started and posted the first chapter for years ago. I’m not sure when I will get back to it, as I ran into some writer’s block. It’s still on tentative hiatus for now..... Possibly forever, though I hope it isn’t forever since it’s only supposed to be, like, five more chapters.

Pink and Gray is on official hiatus. I actually have a lot written for it, but I know it’s a little weird to put so much time and energy into Gary and Betty content when... well, let’s be honest: they’re my niche favorites and most of you probably don’t care. So, I am lifting my usual “no spoilers” policy from my Ask Box. If you would like to ask about my Gary and Betty backstory headcanons, feel free. I will tag my replies as “ridwriting spoilers” for anyone who wants to blacklist the tag, and spoilers will be hidden under a Read More line. 

I’d like to return to this story someday because there are tons of things I like about it (ranging from Betty’s secret tattoos to Gary’s plot drama with his mom to the background drama between Talon and Anti-Cosmo, but I always feel immense pressure to make it extra cool to make up for the fact these are weird side characters, so... it’s officially at the bottom of the priority pile. Once Talon shows up in Frayed Knots and readers understand who he is and why he exists, I’ll consider coming back to it.

Identity Theft is a story about Foop and his time in the alternate dimension he was flung into following the episode “Playdate of Doom.” To put it short, Foop was abused by alternate versions of his parents in this dimension and he witnessed some pretty intense stuff, including the death of the alt version of himself who existed in that reality. The trauma he experienced resulted in his alternate personality, Hiccup. Foop himself has very few memories of what happened, as Hiccup has all of those memories. This story is canon in my works, and it is regularly referred to during the 130 Prompts as part of Foop’s backstory. It’s my highest priority side story to work on.

Along the Cherry Lane is a 20-chapter work focusing on the lives of the main human cast from age 11 to age 30, with one chapter showing a snippet of their lives each year. You see Timmy raising Tommy and Tammy in this ‘fic, and it ends with them receiving godparents. Since the 130 Prompts don’t give humans much attention, this ‘fic does. You’ll probably see it debut two years from now, closer to when the 130 Prompts is ready to talk more about humans.

If this becomes a popular ‘fic of mine, I’ll probably write a sequel or continue it past Chapter 30 and write about Tammy and Tommy living with fairies, but I won’t if there’s no interest in that.

Little Imperfections is a Pixie AU ‘fic of mine about what life would be like in a universe where the Fairies are even more like insects than I play them as during my main works (where I already play them as semi-similar to insects). In this world, the Head Pixie is a figurehead whose duty is to reproduce for the sake of the colony and do nothing else, and he’s bored out of his mind until he befriends Sanderson, who introduces him to music. It’s extremely self-indulgent and silly because I like Pixies.

Francis is a multi-chapter ‘fic about bully Francis’s life getting yet another fairy godparent in a long string of memory wipes and godparents. It takes place during the canon series, and when you see an “orange fairy” mentioned in some of my writings, it’s usually referring to this fairy. His name is Rover and I occasionally post art of him. I feel like I can’t truly call myself an FOP fanfic writer until I actually write about a godkid and their godparents, haha...

Hawthorn Haven is a side ‘fic that will be posted towards the end of the 130 Prompts, as it veers off from the prompts in its own self-contained multi-chapter story. It will be approximately the length of “Baby, You’re a Rich Man.”

Acacia Arcadia is a far-past ‘fic detailing the fall of the ancient fae, the imprisonment of the nature spirits, the rise and fall of the chimera nation, the fall of the Martian genies, and the early days of the cloudlands. This is close to the bottom of the priority pile... It’s something I spend time on for personal reference to ensure accuracy in my other ‘fics, but it’s probably not what you guys came here to read.

AA has a bunch of characters in it that you might vaguely recognize, such as Ezekiel Whimsifinado, Evadne, Ione, Two Feathers, Rho, and Sablewood (If you’re astute, you might recall cloudland legends and landmarks in modern day that refer back to these characters). There are also a lot of characters who were reincarnated as Anti-Fairies, in accordance to traditional Anti-Fairy beliefs; Foop for example exists as a main character in one of his past lives, and you’ll see a hint dropped about each of his lives in the first chapter of Identity Theft. My tentative plan is to use Foop’s past lives as my central characters, following the events of each part of the timeline until he gets killed and reincarnates at a later point of the timeline.

I also keep some one-shots in a file I call Mixed Nuts and I may possibly post them someday (they’re mostly just one-shots of main cast characters I do to get a feel for their personalities, I have some Wanda and Cupid in here). @zachbrightside and I are also working on a collab ‘fic called Like a House On Fire that shows more of Timmy and Chloe’s lives during Season 10 (especially around the time of “Which Is Wish?”) No news on a release date for that yet.

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As I’ve said before, once all my other FOP works are complete, I will write Devil’s Backbone, which is my far-future ‘fic and the finale of my FOP writing. I do not plan to write any more FOP content after that story is finished, as I expect to have all other FOP projects done by then.

- Devil’s Backbone is a finale 'fic, so all worldbuilding from all stories is fair game to blend together, and it’s highly recommended you read everything else first. This story has been outlined since 2016, and it might not be published for another 10 years... Who knows! But it’s something I always work towards as a concrete endgame goal.

- If something serious comes up in my life and I officially decide I don’t want to write this story, I will post the outline for it. The link to this draft is included with all the other Google Docs links I have in a far-future queued post unveiling my WIPs in case I unexpectedly die and you still want to know how my stories would have gone, so you’ll get access to this story eventually even if I die young. Yes, share access is turned on for them all and I do take extra careful measures to be sure that post doesn’t get posted early skldfj

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What is the plan for the main blog?

Every Friday, I will post either a fanfic chapter or a progress update. You can blacklist the tag “ridlife” if you do not want to see the progress updates on your dashboard. Fanfic updates will not have the “ridlife” tag, so you will not be blocking them.

During the rest of the week, I might post doodles, reblogs, or general comments. Basically... you’ll see the blog become active again. Feel free to send in Asks about my worldbuilding and thoughts on fanfic characters.

@fountainpenguin is my personal blog, so you will see non-fandom things on here sometimes

@riddledeep is my FOP-exclusive sideblog. It contains all my lore notes and goes into a ton of depth, more than my fanfics give in one breath

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What does this mean for the Riddledeep sideblog?

I really want to go back and edit those character profiles that were posted early by mistake. The reason they were queued is because if I turned them into drafts, they would have been buried all the way at the beginning of my draft collection, and I have many, many drafts saved. There are no page numbers to navigate quickly through the draft collection, so I would have to click through each page one by one if I ever wanted to look at them. I hated doing this, which is why I kept my posts queued.

I was regularly updating the queue deadlines, trying to keep things in the order I wanted to post them in, but Tumblr made a change to the way drafts are dated and it kept throwing off my system. My inability to remember when my queued things would post combined with my busy schedule led to some profiles being posted early and incomplete. I want to fix these.

Over a year ago, my good friend Vulpix150 helped me finalize my designs for the Aos Sí and Daoine Sith. I’ve been sitting on that art in secret for a while, and at some point I plan to post it on the sideblog and talk more about that lore.

Updating fanfics is my higher priority (and it was the priority my followers voted for when I asked you to send votes to my Ask Box a while back). So, I will usually spend my free time working on fanfics unless I need a break from them and want to work on sideblog profiles instead. Thank you for your patience!

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TL;DR

I’m posting fanfics again soon. I’m going to take a more relaxed approach to posting them. I’m going to post more of what I want to post and what I feel motivated to post, not always a main ‘fic update. If I’m not “feeling it” when working on a draft, then I’ll set it aside for a while unless I know my followers and readers have high interest in the next chapter of that story. I always write for me first, but if I know there are other people who care a lot about a story, then of course I want to write it for you too!

I’m going to embrace my decade-long love for WordGirl and post more ‘fics and art or this fandom. I’ve always been a little shy about doing this, but I’m ready to make it an official fandom on my main blog (unless there are lots of requests for WordGirl things to be contained in their own sideblog). I will be posting the first chapter for a ‘fic called Factor It In very soon. Love my easily frustrated alien kiddos having a long day.

I am working on Creature-Crossing stuff too, and will be especially busy in November and December. Updates will be slow for a few months, but I hope to find my groove and a good pace soon.

Each Friday, I will post either a fanfic update or a mention of what I am working on. I will be checking in on Tumblr regularly. Feel free to talk! I much prefer you send messages to my Ask Box, not my private messenger, please <3

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Is there a specific story of mine you like and want more updates for?

Asks and reviews help me know which ‘fics people are enjoying. I plan to keep writing ‘fics no matter what, but I definitely give more time to the ‘fics that get more attention (and I have been spending so much time writing for Creature-Crossing because that’s where the attention was coming from)

It’s easy to stay motivated and get the next part of a story out soon if I know that people like it. It’s always harder if you feel like people are silently judging you and ignoring your posts. So, let me know what you’re interested in. And if you only leave Likes or Favorites instead of asks and reviews, that’s okay too! Thank you for interacting anyway and enjoying my work.

Thanks for reading!

[skyllion-uwu]

Oc? Infodump

I had this like all typed out on my phone and then accidentally closed Tumblr so now I'm doing it from my computer which is why I'm answering this later instead of when I woke up a few hours ago but YAY :DDDDDDDDDDD

So I've got 10 OCs! 11 if you count my sona, but they don't really have a story they belong to. Sky observes the other characters and record what happens which are what turn into my stories. The first 7 of these are from the same story and the other three are for a spin-off that exists in the same world. I'll also be reblogging this to my OC blog @skyllion-art-and-ocs because the links for my projects are broken and this will have to do until I get my Toyhouse page up. Not gonna say everything because I do plan on writing stories about them. All of them are trans and some flavor of queer

Jaxon (xe/xim): A minor eldritch being (I usually call xim a demon but I feel like this is a more accurate term) with amnesia! Xe woke up in a burning city and feels like xe caused it since xe's the only one left. After wandering around a bit, xe came across the only other survivor: a child named Bailey. Xe informally adopted her and they went off to Portland OR. There, Jaxon meets Robin and Holmes and falls in love with both of them. Xe has the ability to make copies of objects as long as they're a certain distance nearby. Oh, and possibly time manipulation powers? At least xe thinks that because they're all stuck in a time loop that resets whenever the world ends. Only xe and one other character remember the prior loops.

Bailey (she/her): A 7 year old girl. I don't know much about her backstory yet except that her parents started neglecting her later in life, choosing work over her. She started realizing this a couple months after getting sent to summer camp. When she returns, she finds everything in ruins and meets Jaxon. Like I said, they move out west. She has dyslexia and loves baking. She always tries to act happy around others. At least until she gets older but I'm getting ahead of myself

Robin (she/they): They're a teaching assistant! She specializes in special ed, which is how they met Bailey and in turn Jaxon. They're a bit of a nerd like their entire house is decorated in anime and video game merch and a hopeless romantic. This doesn't serve them well in some timelines.

Holmes (he/him): Originally supposed to be a one-off that I ended up loving too much. He's a serious, quiet, and a bit uptight man. He works at a coffee shop alongside Jaxon. He loves mystery novels and shows, but adventures themselves are super stressful. The most level-headed and calm of him and his partners. He's also a merman but keeps this a secret.

Charles (no pronouns; either called Charles and sometimes Chuck): Apparently Charles is hot according to my friends despite being an absolute scumbag. This is the other character who knows about the time loops. Charles is another minor eldritch being and constantly trying to murder everyone. However, Charles doesn't have a body which makes this difficult. No one can see Charles either except for Jaxon and anyone's mind that Charles has managed to infiltrate. Charles does have a human form and goes by Chuck in it, but the human form doesn't make an appearance until the very end of Part 1 and as a cameo in my other story. Charles is extremely nihilistic, seeing others as mere ants and that nothing bad could happen if killed.

Adrienne (fae/faer): Surprise surprise another minor eldritch being. Fae doesn't appear until the second part when Bailey is 17, but fae's her bff then. Eldritch beings can shapeshift to some extent, but Adrienne's main power is shapeshifting and can do more than others. It's better to call it imitation because fae can mimic others' appearances and voices to such a high degree that fae could pass as them as long as fae didn't slip up in mannerisms.

Etienne (he/ve): This guy actually is a demon and also Adrienne's half-brother! Oh, and the son of Charles! Yaayyy /s Anywho, he used to be a king before getting exiled and then wandered around different worlds until ve ran into Bailey and Adrienne. Ve and Adrienne don't have a good relationship. He can also do thoughtography (imprinting images onto film that show lost things or thoughts).

Shiko (he/him): A typical isekai protagonist. Bland, arrogant, overpowered, an asshole towards women- don't worry, he's dead. But because he was such a cool dude (/s), he gets to continue helping the isekai world by finding people to "send" there! Along the way, he learns the power of queer platonic relationships and how his internalized bigotry has affected him because plot twist this bitch is x-gender and aro/ace

Neil (he/him): A man who ended up possessing a truck. So he's technically a sentient truck now. Anywho, he's the guy helping Shiko with "sending" people to the isekai world by running into them! He's doing this to get back into his original body and constantly wonders if his family remembers him. He and Shiko are enemies to queer platonic partners.

Kami (any pronouns): A mysterious person who keeps thwarting Shiko and Neil's plans. Who are they? Oh, he can also turn into a crane. And is trying to bring down the king of the isekai world. I just realized I tend to make my trios with like 2 wacky characters and one serious calm straight-man and uh ze's definitely the straight-man here despite not being a man or straight.

I wanna make more OCs for that second story since it's supposed to be an isekai parody and they need a giant party. So far I have the ideas I have are a clown idol, a cross-dressing catgirl, and a strong warrior gf for Kami (the only one with a name right now: Alina)

[epic-edster]

Rant

Okay keep this I miiiiinnnndd.!!!! I don’t wanna start any drama I just wanna explaIn something that makes me feel like a shitty unoriginal artist okay..???

So basically I get a lot of people saying my artstyle is like Sleepykinqs. Now most people say it politely and don’t just flat out say I’m a copy. But there’s a issue, this particular ‘Comment’ makes me feel stupidly unoriginal. Now I say I get most my inspiration form Sleepykinq but the thing is I don’t just take it from him okay.? I take inspiration form Danganronpa, cartoons, Video games. Anything that inspires me.! But the thing is people just say you look similar to someone else’s art. And some may say “But your art looks like a popular animators/artists artstyle shouldn’t that be a complement.!?” Well how do I put it.? No. No it’s not a compliment, actually more than anything it makes all of us feel unoriginal. Just stop.? Like please. You can say something like “Hey your style looks like ____ artists style, but maybe if you change _____ it May look more original!” YeaH something like that.? It makes me feel like my art looks similar but at least people are TRYING to help you to get out of it.? It’s okay then. But if your saying something like “Wow _____ style.!!” Or “_____ is that you.?” It May make us feel unoriginal?? Keep in mind this is my opinion, maybe people do take it as a compliment but I don’t. Please just give me something to work with.? Just saying “This looks like Sleepykinqs” is not gonna help. Though when I do ask some people if my art looks like Sleepykinqs, they usually say “No.? I see maybe a bit of a vibe but the artstle is different!” Honestly I don’t know what to believe anymore.

And now for my story

So y’all know CBYT right.? Yeah that project I’m working on? Well surprise surprise I get called on it as Sleepykinqs story.

Well let me explain. So when I first came up with CBYT it was EXACTLY like Sleepykinqs old Re-Nightmare, but now he changed the plot (Check out his toyhouse to see what the new plot is)

Anyway my story is completely different. It relies on something futuristic more than anything else. While with all the info I see, Sleepykinqs is like a horror story.? Ya know.? While mine is supposed to give a chilling vibe but it’s supposed to be more of a siblings issue comic.? If you know what I mean? It focuses more on sisters and brothers, and maybe some personal issues as well. But again I don’t THINK it’s like Sleepykinqs story.? Okay.

I just wanted to address the problem. I hate it when I’m being called Sleepykinq I really do. Just all of you keep in mind this before saying I’m Sleepykinq again please.!

[viva-la-topknot]

Projects:

Knights of Nodd:

Knights of Nodd is a fantasy setting where a Trickster God, Yami, wanted to try his hand at creating a reality away from the prying eyes of his sibling Gods and their rules. Built from the dreams, stories, legends , and scraps of imagination from as many different worlds as Yami could find, Nodd is a planet populated by a host of sapient peoples and interesting beasts. There’s at least one other planet in the same solar system with sapient life, too. This is a world building project that I’ve been tinkering with on and off for 15+ years, so I’m hoping this blog will help me share it. Knights of Nodd is inspired by Music and my time spent in the Furry fandom.

Here’s a few tags to get you started:

Knights of Nodd 💫 Observations from Nodd 💫 The Furred

H.A.L.O.S.:

H.A.L.O.S. is a Sci-fi setting that’s a spin-off of the concepts, aesthetics, and characters explored in Knights of Nodd. It’s not yet well super well developed, so it’s hard to summarize. Furries and digital Gods in space is reductive, but not incorrect. H.A.L.O.S. is inspired by my childhood of being charmed by, but not really understanding, Sci-Fi concepts and my now desire to better understand and appreciate the genre.

Here’s a few tags to get you started:

🌇 H.A.L.O.S. 🌇 Givers 🌇 The System

Artifacts:

Artifacts is a contemporary setting based on our world, with an event happening about 50 years ago that loosed Super Heroes into the world via powerful devices called Artifacts. Each Artifact will only work for one living person at a time, and can look like almost anything. No one is sure how the artifacts “pick” the person they work for. Artifacts was inspired by “outsider comic media” [My Hero Academia, Invincible, Forging Hephaestus, Super Crooks] and wondering “What would a world where comic book Super Heroes looked like real humans be like?”

Here’s a few tags to get you started:

🎾 Artifacts 🎾 Artifacts - Objects 🎾 Covers

Good Fortune:

Good Fortune is a fantasy setting where the sea is the center of the world, both figuratively and literally. Topknot, a Wood Elf, has to forge a path to make her way in a world she was raised to fear. After escaping the controlling, cult-like culture of her homeland Topknot sets out, making friends with a merry band of misfits along the way. Together her newfound companions, including a Mage who makes a hobby of getting struck by lightning, a half-Elf weapons Smith and his apprentice, a Vampire Prince, and a crotchety, talking cat, teach her about their world. Topknot soon realizes that not everything she was told about the evils of the outside world was a lie, and there are injustices to right. With her new friends at her side, she has to figure out how to help the world realize the trouble its in and stop The Navy from taking over the world. Good Fortune is my oldest and most beloved project but I don’t share much about it online because I want to get some of it published. When I have art to share though, it’ll go on this blog as well. Good Fortune is inspired by my many years of playing various TTRPGs, stories of found family, and my deep and abiding love of the fantasy genre.

Here’s some tags to get you started:

🏴‍☠️ Good Fortune

Other Art Tags:

🎲  D&D and Other Tabletop Art here.

🖌️  Commission work here.

🎨  General art tag here.

🌈 Topknot’s Trunk T-Shirt Designs.

About the Artist:

I'm Topknot and I’m a 30 something Non-binary creative thinker, artist, crafter, internet regular, nerd, and story teller.

Links:

⭐️ Art Tumblr Blog - https://capt-topknot.tumblr.com/ ⭐️ Personal Tumblr Blog - https://topknotstrunk.tumblr.com/ ⭐️ FurAffinity Art Gallery - https://www.furaffinity.net/user/capt... ⭐️ DeviantArt Archive - https://www.deviantart.com/topknot-dr... ⭐️ Twitch - https://m.twitch.tv/viva_la_topknot/home ⭐ Topknot's Trunk TikTok - tiktok.com/@topknots_trunk ⭐ Art TikTik - tiktok.com/@capt_topknot ⭐ ToyHouse - https://toyhou.se/topknot ⭐ Topknot's Trunk Instagram - https://linktr.ee/dear_topknot ⭐ Arts and Crafts Instagram - Arts and Crafts Instagram ⭐ Ko-Fi: https://ko-fi.com/topknot ⭐ Links - https://linktr.ee/dear_topknot