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OMOTOBER day one (welcome)
#omotober#omori#most of the little detailing around OMORI is traced from the sketchbook btw#Except for the tentacles and most of the cats#I’m sorry I was struggling raaa
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horrid little brainworm
Frenchie is still green at the start of the Kraken era.
He isn't, by the end.
But back then, when it all begins - when he isn't used to the sting of kohl-mixed sweat dripping into his eyes - he makes mistakes. Lots of them. Simple little things - fluffing a knot in the rigging that has their sail unfurling midway through the dogwatch, goods left unstowed to roll with the list of their ship.
Most of the time, Izzy yells himself hoarse for five minutes, then shows Frenchie how to fix it, interspersing his lecture with expletives. Whatever. That's fine. Let the little man scream - he's not the scariest thing aboard anymore.
Never was, really.
But then Blackbeard (Ed? The Kraken?) stomps out of his cabin, hair a black thundercloud, and snarls 'which one of you men is responsible for that fucking mop', pointing to some cleaning equipment Frenchie forgot to pack away.
And everything goes still, as if they're becalmed.
[CW: whipping, abuse, non-explicit mentions of Frenchie's past locked-box traumas]
No one says Frenchie's name - not even Izzy. He just ducks his chin and refuses to look his captain in the eye. But the eyes of every other crewmember jump guiltily to Frenchie, at least once - and Blackbeard is too smart to miss such a tell.
"A ship needs discipline," he says. "Isn't that what you always tell me, Iz?"
"I'll attend to it," says Izzy, voice scratchier than ever. Frenchie knows this is a bad fucking situation - memories battering against the inside of his locked box, trying to get out - but somehow he can't feel fear. Can't really feel anything.
"With the cat," says Blackbeard. "Give the culprit fifteen. Really make the lesson stick."
Ah. There's the fear.
Frenchie's breath stifles itself halfway up his throat, as screams sneak through the keyhole of his box, along with the crack of a whip -
No. No, no, no. He can't. Not again, he can't -
Izzy glances up. Frenchie expects him to grin, all vindictive sadism - but whatever he sees on Frenchie's face has his mouth pulling into a tight line.
"Yes, sir," he says, though Frenchie barely hears over the dull roar of his heart.
He casts his gaze about, looking for an escape. Over the side? They're too far from land, but fuck, if it isn't tempting -
Jim fondles their knives, glaring mutinously at Blackbeard's back as he returns to his cabin. They don't spring after him (though Frenchie selfishly wishes they would). They're well aware - as is everyone - that right now, with Blackbeard black-eyed and bloodthirsty, they'd lose.
Izzy swallows. Shuts his eyes. Then calls for Fang to fetch the cat.
Frenchie loses time then. Scarcely a blink passes before Fang reappears above the deck, the strings of the knotted whip scraping the floor like the tentacles of a shrunken sea-monster.
They're flaky with rusty residue. Old, dried blood.
Frenchie's fingers twitch in the chords of the first song his Ma taught him. No rituals or superstitions will save him. Nothing will. Because his old crew are marooned, almost certainly dead, and his new crew are - with the exception of Fang and Jim and Ivan - fucking monsters.
He's going to be whipped (again). He's going to shred open all those old scars. The box is going to open, and -
Oh, God. Oh God. Fifteen lashes is survivable (Frenchie knows, he knows) but he's still not sure if anything of himself will emerge from the other side.
He's still frozen, staring at the whip held in Fang's big hands, flat out like he's presenting it to Izzy. Only... Izzy doesn't take it.
No, Izzy moves to stand in front of the mast. Walking stiff, with a bit of a limp. While Frenchie's reeling, struggling to process what's happening, he yanks off his shirt. And - fuck, his back is almost as ugly a sight as Frenchie knows his own would be, if he could bear to study it in a mirror.
A few of the crew draw shocked inhales. Most don't look surprised.
Frenchie is one of the latter group. Sound travels, on a ship.
"Um," says Fang, cat dangling limp. "Boss?"
Izzy grabs the hawsers wrapped around the mainmast. Heaves a deep breath. Rests his forehead against the wood.
"You heard the captain," he croaks. "Fifteen lashes."
Fang's eyes are moist - though they are more often than not, nowadays. "Boss - "
"The captain wants the culprit disciplined," Izzy says. His muscles flex beneath their coating of scars. Bracing himself, Frenchie's mind supplies. For the oncoming pain. Not that any amount of tensing is ever enough. "First mate's responsible for maintaining a tidy deck."
This turn of events finally settles into Frenchie's bones. The whip's not for him, thank everything. His key slides gratefully into the lock of his box and turns, ensuring it's shut tight.
Still, sickness churns in his guts. Last week, sleep eluded him. He'd intended to skulk above decks and breathe the sea air to clear his head. He never made it - because who should stagger out of the captain's cabin, so dead-eyed he didn't even notice Frenchie lurking in the shadows of the galley door, but the Revenge's thrice-cursed angry gremlin of a first mate?
Izzy hadn't looked much like a gremlin then, though. Doesn't now, either. Just looks. Tired. And old. And bruised to shit beneath his shirt, and not all of those lash marks are old, weathered scars, and -
Frenchie's fingers twitch more rapidly, pressing through their imaginary chord sequence.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit -
"Fifteen lashes," Izzy reminds Fang. "If you can't do it, anyone else is free to step up. I'm sure there'll be fucking volunteers."
Frenchie eyes Jim. They and Izzy aren't exactly friends - not when Frenchie has heard them mumble a word that sounds horrifically close to 'Oluwande' in their sleep.
But Jim stays right where they are. Hand on the hilt of a knife. Ivan emulates, and, well, Frenchie's feet have damn near put down roots. He couldn't move from this spot if he was ordered to.
Fang's tears well over, and his hand shakes on the whip handle to the point where Frenchie thinks he might drop it.
A clash from the great cabin has them all jumping - all but Izzy, who rests his cheek on the mast like it's a particularly splintery pillow, eyes drifting shut. Blackbeard barges back out, sousing the air with body odour and smoke and self-hatred and whatever the fuck else he's been marinating in.
"What's the fucking wait?" he demands. "I expected way more screams by now." He halts, frowning at the sight of Izzy, stood where Frenchie ought to be (because fuck, he shouldn't have left that mop and bucket out; how many times has Izzy told him - ). For a moment, the harsh line of his brows crumples on itself in something that could be mistaken for regret. But then that dark sneer crawls onto his lips, the one with which the whole crew is becoming familiar. "Can't pick who gets the privilege, eh? Well, lucky for the lot of you, that's what a captain's for."
He stalks forwards, feline-graceful. Frenchie scuttles from his path. When Blackbeard snatches the whip from Fang (not seeming to notice his whimper, his flinch) Frenchie fully anticipates that he'll turn on Izzy, not him.
He certainly doesn't expect Blackbeard to smile, cold and white as a toenail moon, and thrust the whip towards him, hilt first.
"Oh, no." Frenchie raises both hands in surrender. "No, no, no. I couldn't. Awful with a whip, me. Wouldn't, um..." There's the noise of it again, slithering out through the keyhole of his box. The swish. The crack. The scream. "Wouldn't be able to strike hard enough," he stutters. "No upper body strength, yeah."
Blackbeard doesn't approach Frenchie. Just keeps the whip held out towards him, like the accusative finger of a god.
"You give him fifteen," he says, gently. "And make each one count. Or I give him fifty."
Against the mast, Izzy makes a sound - not quite a whimper. Worse; it's far too much like relief. His hands don't shake, but only because they grip the hawser tight as rigor mortis.
Fifty can kill. Has killed before. Frenchie's seen it.
But Blackbeard doesn't want Izzy dead, right? Who would he torture then?
Blackbeard's blank, lifeless eyes pour into Frenchie's.
Who indeed?
Fuck. Frenchie swallows dry. He tells himself it's for self-preservation that he unsticks his boots from the deck and shuffles forth to take the whip. Not for Izzy. Not like he likes the angry little prick. Man's vicious as a cat and thrice as cursed.
Maybe, if Frenchie tells himself that, it'll make this memory easier to lock away with all the rest.
"Ready?" he asks Izzy, softer than he intends. Izzy twists over his scarred shoulder. He looks at Frenchie - really looks at him - for what feels like the first time. Not even glancing to his left, where the Kraken lurks.
Frenchie can't decipher his expression. Pity, for whatever made him offer himself up in Frenchie's place? Frustration, that Frenchie prevented Blackbeard from whipping him into the grave? Misery and fear - no, that's far too sane for a guy like Izzy.
Izzy turns back to the mast.
"Give me your worst," he says.
Frenchie breathes in, breathes out, and obeys.
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What kinds of jobs would Inkling society have that humans wouldn't? Besides the obvious ones (Grizz Co, etc.)
i feel like i've thought about this before or even made a post before but it might've just been in my brain? The possibilities are literally endless and I haven't thought very much into it but I might as well throw some in - except I will include jobs that we also have, but that would be notably different.
Turf War related jobs:
Stage construction: constructing ink battling stages and modifying them for rotations in different modes - changing the layouts and setting up towers, clam baskets, etc.
Cleanup crew: cleaning up special weapon and sub weapon shells and other junk after Turf Wars, lost-and-found
Lobby reception: and whatever else jobs you would have in Lobbies. if only we knew the full process of getting into a turf war.
Turf War judge: I REFUSE to believe that a freaking cat and his cloned son are the only turf war judges in existence when theres like 237489236423 turf wars happening at any given moment. Anyway, this job handles timing, watching and judging results for ink battles and includes making sure no rules are broken.
Turf War commentator: mostly for tournaments, but may be paired with the above entry
Ink Battle Coach: we have football coaches, same thing. etc
Weapon repairer/modifier: The turf weapon repair scene NEEDS more competition....
Jobs that we also have, but are very different:
Healthcare jobs: you need specialists for EVERY SPECIES.
Dentists, but for the cephalopodan beak and radula. Different dentists for crab mouthparts. And then, of course LITERAL dentists, for the fish and sharks and other creatures that DO have actual teeth.
Hairdresser, but in the Mollusc Era most people have hair that is literally meat to at least some extinct, and feels pain. Specialized mainly between fin stylist and tentacle stylist, probably
Fisherman, in the traditional sense - most food is probably definitely seafood, from the ocean. But given the implication of terrestrial wild fish, there's like... probably land fishermen. Which would most likely just be hunters.
Street food. Most Mollusc Era street food aimed at Cephalings is some variation of fried shrimp, crab, deep fried Thing or takoyaki (that might not have octopus in it, at least hopefully, but it also may.)
Probably unique jobs:
Fryer. Given that Fred Crumbs literally got himself fried head to toe for fashion, there's... well, "frying" is likely a body mod that you can learn to do. It might not require a job if it's something like solarium in execution?
Shell tattooist for all the shelled species - could be hardy paint.
Like every turf war job I listed above.
i was going to include something about childbirth and nurses but given we have very little information about anything and i dont want to think about how on earth that even works for species with eggs, OR species with 100 eggs at once, we're skipping this. use your imagination.
Kelp farmer (we may have this, but it's definitely not a common job.)
Respawn First Aid. For when people get splatted in the middle of the city and need ink quick. In hindsight, it may be a matter of there being an ink canister for this purpose in most public buildings and it can be broken out in an emergency situation. Like one of those red fire bottle foam things (i forgot the name).
Egg Hunter (Grizzco, but there must be others)
Zapfish Farmer
Symbiosis Counselor. like a marriage counselor, but for symbiote citizens and their hosts that struggle to get along.
That's all I can think of for now, but drop ideas in the replies I guess!
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Hazbin Hotel roleswap au concept? maybe?
Got bored, started thinking about "What if Alastor found Vaggie instead of Charlie", snowballed a little from there.
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Edit: an expansion: How Deals Work
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What's swapped in this AU:
For now, only Alastor and Charlie.
Alastor remains largely unchanged. He's still the Radio Demon, the terrifying overlord with a meteoric rise to prominence after killing multiple century-old overlords and broadcasting their screams, then disappeared after a fight with the TV Demon, Vox.
But, now after seven years of. well. Radio silence (lol). His radio has begun broadcasting once more. And unexpectedly, what the voice on the radio speaks of is not the brutal murder of Overlords, but instead, a pet project of his. The Hazbin Hotel, an establishment accepting all, and under his protection, with its insane goal of redeeming sinners.
No one really knows what made the Radio Demon take on such an impossible, foolish task, thuogh speculation is abound. Vox, in particular, likes to ridicule Alastor on his shows to the point where it's a bit of a running gag for his viewers. No one knows anything, except that these days, the Radio Demon is often seen around a winged cat, and an odd, gray-skinned girl.
Charlie, on the other hand, is the Princess Of Hell. To the common sinner, not much is known about her. She's more of an abstract presence since her role has her with responsibilities that don't et her get out as much. What is known is that sometimes appears after an Extermination, you can catch a glimpse of the third-most powerful demon in Hell looking around the devastated circles, cataloging the destruction.
While it's unknown how much of Hell's ruling she actually does, most of the things she attaches her name to have to do with the Extermination, or more accurately, the aftermath. Ways for sinners to get back on their feet after the exterminators pop in and trash shit, for example. Most of the Overlords don't really like having to do this, but even the greatest detractor puts the programs in place with some level of competence, after how the last Overlord to disobey her rules was... Punished.
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So, why the change of heart? Why would Alastor suddenly decide to try to redeem sinners? In a word: Vaggie.
During that particular Extermination Day, Vaggie crawls in an alley, injured and in pain. Lute left her alive, but her eye will never grow back, and she left her torn-off wings to rot in a trashcan a few steps away. Leaning against a dumpster, she decides she needs to rest.
Normally, she'd be afraid of sinners finding her, but she knows from the few of her former colleagues that she's talked to that were trapped in Hell after the Extermination ended and had to be extracted, that Sinners actually have a bit of a grace period after an Extermination, where violence is at an all time low. (She doesn't know this, but this is actually a decree by the Princess of Hell).
As she begins to drift off, however, a shadow falls over her. In canon, this would be Charlie, deciding to help what she thinks is a demon lucky enough to escape the Extermination with only a missing eye for it.
Here, though, the responsibilities of the Princess keep Charlie in her office, working and unable to go see what's been happening with the devastation. Here, her eyes snap open as she senses the aura of an Overlord, and right before everything goes dark, she realizes with horror, that whoever this demon is, he knows she's an Exorcist.
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When she awakes, she's tied to a table, restrained by dark tentacles that radiate demonic power in a room lit by a single bulb. The demon from before walks in, introducing himself as Alastor, and he asks for her name.
Naturally, she ignores him, instead demanding to know what he wants. She considers threatening him that she could call Exorcists down to extract her, but she knows that she's considered a traitor, and it'd never work. For some reason, the demon acquesious, and he explains that he's curious what exactly managed to harm an Exorcist so badly.
As an Overlord, he's seen and even fought off Exorcists before, and he's seen what happens when a demon harms one. They get back up. Tear an limb off and they regenerate, punch a hole through their chest and they'll be down for a while, but it'll close and they'll keep going. Suffocate one and given time, they'll start to breathe again. Even the more thorough methods of disposal simply result in the Exorcist turning into golden light and reconstituting themself or flying back to Heaven.
So, four years into his "sabbatical", when he followed the scent of an unfamiliar type of blood to the sight of an Exorcist missing their wings and an eye, he was naturally very interested. Knowing what, exactly managed to permanently harm an Exorcist is invaluable knowledge for an Overlord, after all, even though he's on a sort of sabbatical.
He threatens torture if she doesn't tell him how to kill an angel, even proposing a Deal where he won't use the knowledge against her (as long as she doesn't attack him) if she tells him. It's his turn to be surprised, however, when she just laughs, rejecting his deal only to just tell him the answer: the only thing that can harm an angel permanently is angelic power. He couldn't kill her even if she wanted him to, and with the guilt she's feeling and the pain she's in, she actually kind of wants to die.
Alastor, after some prodding, gets her to spill her story, and sensing opportunity, offers another Deal; for her to work under him in exchange for his protection, or if not, she can just leave, and he'll let her go. Demons gain power from having Deals, after all, and having one with an Angel is far too tempting.
Vaggie, believing that this is the best option she has, and that she'd probably not have to do that much more than what she'd have to even if she struck out on her own, accepts the Deal.
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Two years later, the two have formed a sort of "friendship?"with each other. It helps that despite Alastor being Alastor, with all the cruelty that implies, since Alastor's basically decided to disappear from politics, he has no real need for any sort of "enforcer" role for Vaggie, and she's more of an assistant than anything. She's also friends with Husk, having bonded over the collective experience of Alastor having them in a Deal, though it is strained at times since Vaggie's Deal is so much more lenient while Alastor owns Husk's soul.
It also helps that Alastor did defend her during Extermination days whenever some Exorcists tried to attack them. He doesn't want to lose his Deal with an Angel, after all!
Eventually, the topic of what goes on in Heaven when they're not down in Hell exterminating demons comes up between Vaggie and Alastor. It's all well and good until Vaggie mentions a woman she knows, and how she talks about her beloved son, and Alastor freezes. That woman? It's his mother. After some talking, Alastor tells her that his only real regret to what he's done (being a serial killer) is that his mother would be heartbroken that he'd turned out like that.
The conversation eventually turns to if Alastor could do someting she'd be proud of now, and, well. He's in Hell, there's not much he can think of right now that'd have the large impact he would want it to have. And honestly, while it does eat at him, he's had decades to make his peace with the fact that his mother would be severely disappointed in him now.
But the idea of doing something that'd make his mother proud stays with him. And eventually, after a conversation with Vaggie he comes up with the idea of redeeming sinners.
And so, one year later, Alastor's radio comes back up, and sinners start hearing of the Hazbin Hotel.
#hazbin hotel#hazbin alastor#hazbin vaggie#alastor#vaggie#fanfiction#fanfic#fanfic concept#swap au#hazbin hotel fanfiction#hazbin hotel swap au#Alastor is probably ooc in this but I don't give a shit#and he's still aroace and not in a relationship with vaggie btw#I have nothing against shipping at all#infact i think its great i love shipping#but i think vaggastor isn't the ship I wanna go for for this#honestly probably still Chaggie for the Plot Points#paperbag34's hazbin hotel swap au
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At His Mercy
PAIRING: Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves x Reader
SUMMARY: Who would’ve thought that Ben uses his tentacles for everything, including fucking.
GENRE: Smut
WARNINGS: Tentacle fucking, degrading kink, praising kink, suffocation, chocking.
WORD COUNT: 1.2k words
“All at my mercy, how pathetic” Being restrained by Ben wasn’t something you expected to be enjoying so much. Your hands and legs were immobilized by two of his tentacles. Both of your clothes were long forgotten on the floor of the cold basement of the Sparrow Academy. “Always showing off, saying you’re stronger than me, better than me. But who's the one that has been whining like a pathetic little slut?” Another tentacle came out of Ben, holding one of your legs as the one that was restraining your legs grabbed the other, spreading your legs so Ben could see your glistening cunt. You were such a view. If he knew this was going to shut you up, he would’ve done it way sooner.
“Cat got your tongue, princess?” You felt one of his tentacles sliding up your spine, coiling around your neck, preventing your head from hanging, making you see him directly in his eyes. Ben could see desire and lust radiating through your body. He had spent so many nights, hand in his cock, thinking about you. How would you look naked, the sounds you would make, the look on your face. You may get on his nerves a lot, but that made him want you more. That didn’t mean he was going to go soft with you. For him, you were “a pain in the ass” most of the time, so he wanted to show who really was the best. Another tentacle went around one of your breasts, and the tip started to play with your nipple. You shuddered at the contact. Even with Ben being far from you, you felt intoxicated with him.
“You have no idea what I’m about to do to you” The tentacles all over your body tightened, making you moan, the pressure sending waves all over your body. “Oh, so you are enjoying this. What if I squeeze you harder…” the tentacles started to crush your whole body, making it harder and harder to breathe. You closed your eyes. This was too much, but he was right. You were enjoying this. The thought of him controlling your whole being, controlling if you stayed conscious or not, was more than thrilling. You felt a tentacle rubbing your clit, providing the pleasure you had been craving since Ben brought you down here. “So wet, and I haven’t even touched you. Well, no, properly,” he smirked. The tentacle went inside you agonizingly slowly, making you moan loudly, “So fucking tight. I wonder if you would feel this good around my cock” The thought of Ben fucking you properly made you clench around the tentacle.
This wasn’t what you thought sex with Ben was going to be. But you weren’t surprised. Ben used his tentacles at every opportunity he had, trying to control the things around him. And this was no exception. You were at his mercy and the only thing he wanted to control for so long. The pace of the tentacle was slow, providing you with the pleasure you needed but not what you wanted. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that the only thing on your mind is gonna be my name for the next week.” Even if you were enjoying the pleasure he was providing you now, you needed more, and the only way to get that was by provoking him.
“You are just words, Ben, like always” he got mad. You were in no position to talk.
“What the fuck did you just say whore?” The tentacle around your neck tightened. He was choking you. You knew you should’ve said something or at least tried to say something, but the feeling of suffocation was amazing. The pressure was enough for you to feel light-headed. Ben approached your frame. He grabbed your chin so you could see him directly in the eyes. “If I were you, I would keep my pretty mouth shut, or I will leave you here on the ground without doing anything. Got it?” You nodded. Ben stayed for a moment, looking at you. His eyes scanned your face trying to see if this was too much for you, but the only thing he could notice was your gaze looking at his lips. You wanted to kiss him so badly. The number of times you have gotten lost imagining how his lips would feel on yours were too much to count.
“Ben, please…” you said or well whispered. He knew what you wanted, but he was waiting for you to say it.
“Use your words” he started to caress your cheek, making it the first time he was sweet to you.
“Kiss me” When you least expected it, Ben’s lips were on yours. You sighed. This was perfect. The kiss was messy, as if years and years of bickering and sexual tension were being released at that moment. Ben’s hand went to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. You wanted to touch him so badly, but the tentacles prevented you from doing it. The tentacle that was still fucking you increased the pace, giving you more stimulation. You moaned in Ben’s mouth. The kiss stopped. You were about to complain when Ben started leaving wet kisses down your neck to your chest. He stopped at your breast, removing the tentacle that was around one of them. Ben started to suck one of your nipples, making you gasp. He knew what he was doing, rolling the bud on his tongue, causing your body to react to his ministrations. He switched from one nipple to another for some time until he decided it was enough.
He started to descend more on your body until he had your cunt in front of him. “So pretty…” you heard him whisper before you felt his tongue lick it. “God, you taste like heaven” he continued to lick and suck your clit. The sounds of his mouth, plus the lewd sounds of the tentacle fucking you, were the only thing that could be heard. You looked at his face. He was looking at you with desire. “Even if I want to eat you out for days until I leave you dry, I’m dying to feel you around me. So we’ll leave that for another day” Another day? So this wasn’t a one-time thing as you thought.
Thinking about Ben eating you out and fucking you more than once had you clenching around the tentacle. Ben stood up. You could see your juices all around his mouth. That was such a view, and you looked forward to seeing more. Ben gave you a quick kiss, making you taste yourself in the process. The tentacle that was fucking you got out, leaving you empty. The feeling didn’t last long since Ben easily slid into you. Oddly enough, you didn’t feel the difference. He grunted.
“You’ve already been fucked by one of my tentacles, and you are still so tight” Ben didn’t need to wait for you to adjust to him. He started to fuck you at a hectic pace. With each thrust, his breathing started to become more audible.
“Ben,” you moaned his name, making him go crazy. You sounded like an angel. His angel. Ben could feel you clench around his cock. Meaning one thing. You were close. “Come around my cock, princess,” a few more thrusts, and you came undone. His name comes out repetitively of you, like some kind of prayer. It took Ben a few more thrusts to come inside you. “Fuck” He didn’t even ask you for permission, like this, you will understand that now, you only belong to him and only him.
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2024 Book Review #3 – Monstress Volume One: Awakening by Marjorie Liu and Sana Takeda
Monstress is one of about three comics I’ve ever considered myself an unequivocal fan of. I, alas, lost track of things during a hiatus a while back, and got to the point where I barely remembered where I was or what was happening. So, as a palate cleanser between longer books, I’m making it a project for the first chunk of the year to reread this from the start until I’m caught up again.
This is a very high concept series – a matriarchal dieselpunk fantasy world vaguely inspired by 1920s/30s East Asia with a strong art deco aesthetic. The world is divided between the Arcanic Courts – kingdoms ruled by the animalistic ‘Ancients’ and populated by the Arcanic descendants of their half-human children – and the Federation – a human nation-state dominated by witch-nuns who derive their influence from being able to render down the corpses of said Arcanics into magically potent ‘lilium’. Also there are insubstantial projections/ghosts of titanic tentacle-ey monsters that wander across the landscape sometimes. And a genocidal war ended in a stalemate a decade ago after a city was destroyed by something that no one on either side understands. Oh an in addition to the anthromorphic animal Ancients there’s also just normal cats, except they’re sapient and capable of speech and also necromancy. The book really throws you into things and a decent chunk of the first volume is just introducing and establishing the rules of the world.
The actual plot follows Maika Halfwold, an Arcanic who can pass for human except for the giant occult tattoo on her chest. The story follows her abandoning her girlfriend and voluntarily getting herself enslaved and brought to the mansion/mad science laboratory of a powerful witch-nun so she can break out, fight her way through it, and interrogate her at gunpoint for information about the giant gaps in her memory of when as a child her mother worked with the witch on an archaeological dig. Things escalate from there due to a shard of an enchanted mask and an eldritch abomination that had been slumbering with Maika’s body who is awoken by it. The balance of the volume is spent with her, an incredibly untrustworthy cat, and a vulpine arcanic child who she more or less accidentally rescued from slavery as they try to escape the manhunt after them.
So there’s a lot here, and I really do love almost all of it. Most obviously, the art is just gorgeous – I mean, I’m an easy sell on dieselpunk/fantasy 20s stuff, but genre trappings aside the detail and use of colour is just incredible, and even the less detailed panels do an amazing job capturing expressions and emotion. Basically every aspect of character and environmental design is just very deliberate as well – aesthetics reflect character, and scenes are full of little background details that help sell and fill in the world. But fundamentally just very pretty, an aesthetic pleasure to behold.
Of course, one of the things a whole page of artistic flourishing is devoted to is a flashback of Maika – a starving enslaved orphan during the war – eating the stomach of another child who’d died before her to keep herself going. This is a book that just about exults in brutality and brokenness – ‘there is more hunger in the world than love’ is basically the tagline of the entire volume. This is a world on the verge of a genocidal total war, rife with slavery and human sacrifice, and it pulls absolutely no punches about depicting that (so, so many dead children). With, like, one-three exceptions everyone is flawed and compromised and betrays something they care about when their backs are against the wall. You really and truly can’t trust anyone.
You can see this clearly with Maika herself. She’s just, genuinely an incredibly unpleasant person to be around. Responds to feeling unsure or anxious by lashing out, all but incapable of showing affection in any legible way, too wrapped up in her own mountains of bullshit to even notice what anyone around her has going on until it’s shoved right in her face, paranoid and suspicious and more comfortable with violence than uncertainty, has 100% gotten people killed multiple times due to lack of ability to get over her own (mountains, abyssal, soul-crushing) trauma – really the list just goes on. In her defence basically everyone is actually out to get her (sadly the paranoia and suspicion do not in any way actually make her more difficult to deceive or betray). Anyway, I obviously love her, and the supporting cast is very nearly as good.
Just, generally this is not a series where suffering is ennobling – fear and shame and trauma and a desperate need to cling onto what power or privilege you can drive people as much or more as sympathy for or solidarity with others going through the same things they have. The fact that the Federation is run by a bunch of genocidal religious fanatics doesn’t mean the Ancients ruling the Arcanic Courts are good, or even necessarily that they care about the lives of their subjects beyond their own power and pleasure. It could easily tip over the edge into monochrome nihilism, but it actually manages to toe the line very well.
Though like, despite everything I just said, it does do the oddly common modern genre fic thing where there’s brutal unsparing depictions of colonial plunder and oppression but also everyone’s an intersectional feminist. Not as much as some, but the race-war is between humans and arcanics with no one seeming to care on whit about intraspecies ethnicity or race, and the setting is matriarchal in the modern implicit glass ceiling way a modern American corporation is patriarchal, not the way a midcentury warlord state or fascist empire is patriarchal (not that this means there aren’t graphic threats of rape or depictions of what’s clearly sex slavery just that being the one holding the lash isn’t really gendered).
So yeah, overall happy to report that the first volume of this still absolutely and entirely holds up – and considered as a work on its own the first volume really coheres far better than I’d realized when I was first reading this in one mad rush. Very much looking forward to continuing on to volume 2.
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Short fic: If I can't have my cat than no one can
warnings: Husk dies, cannibalism
AU, where Angel gets to Heaven but Husk is still in Hell. But there is hope and everyone is sure that he will be the next person to ascend to Heaven. But Alastor is not going to let that happen. He tries his best to get Husk to fall back into his alcoholism, his greed and his gambling addiction to get him distracted. But Husk actully tries because he promised Angel that they would meet again.
But Alastor is not all that happy about having to give up his 'pet', one of his favorite possessions, to anyone let alone Heaven. He hates the feeling of losing control over something that is his especially now that he just gained control back over his own soul.
Heaven is not going to have Husker. No one is going to have something that belongs to Alastor except for Alastor.
So, he 'invites' Husker for dinner. Husk is understandably sceptic and when he finds out that Alastor does not intend for him to leave this room again, the cat demon panics.
"Listen, Al, I never told anyone and, hell, I even helped you.."
"I know, Husker. Which is why you are not going to become part of my next broadcast."
There is a sort of ... calmness in Alastors voice. He is not trying to threaten or scare his cat demon.
The Radio Demon has come to the decision to end years of forced loyal service and since Husk despite some.. difficulties from time to time had been nothing but obedient and a wonderful source of entertainment, Alastor did not think it 'fair' for Husk to share the fate of his enemys.
It happened quickly. One of the tentacles went through Husk and ripped his heart out with precision.
When Alastor was done, all that was left was the fur, the feathers and the bones. Of course, Alastor had not forgotten about the most important ingredient. He had never actually had raw soul, but there was a first time for everything.
#husk hazbin hotel#alastor hazbin hotel#radiohusk#kind of#you can interpret it both ways#Alastors 'affections' are probably messed up anyway#not because he is aroace but because he is a sadistic cannibal#with an obsession for control
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Creepypasta headcanons
Ben is the youngest creep at 20 years old his personality is a mix of chronically online overly confident loser boy and a pinch of Link that he tries to supress. The others age range from 20 to 26 with Eyeless Jack being the oldest. Zalgo and Slenderman are entities that have always existed so their age is outside understanding.
The mansion in the woods exists but it servers more as a command base then where all the creeps live with only Slenderman spending majority of his time there, while the other creeps have more varied places they stay. Some are on the run or living of the grid but a majority spend the time at or with Reader.
They all stalked the reader to with different levels of precision. Hoody and Masky do not get caught but the reader knows someone is following them. While with Slenderman and Zalgo the would be unnoticed if not for the sickness. Ticci Toby and Jeff are both caught in the act of murdering someone who flirted with reader. While Eyeless Jack is able to get away with the murder and stalking easily. Liu is the only creep to approach Reader first rather then stalking them though Sully stalks Reader when he is fronting.
Most fall under the yandere x reader personality to a degree. But despite the murdering and powers all these boys want is too be loved and cherished like they have never felt before. Majority use the stray cat method to get Reader to love them back unless Reader is inclined to murdering like they are.
NSFW Undercut!
Don't let their threats and appearance dissuade you they're all subs and or bottoms in one way or another. Some are especially bratty to [Ben and Jeff]. For the sake of having a cohesive headcanon all of them have normal male anatomy unless its omegaverse. With some exceptions such as Slender's tentacle dick and other tentacles. Zalgo's many tentacles and EJ's own tentacle dick and many tongues. Everyone else has normal dicks with varying normal traits.
#creepypasta#ben drowned#slenderman#hoody marble hornets#masky marble hornets#lord zalgo#ticci toby#jeff the killer#eyeless jack#homicidal liu#ns/fw#headcanons#hcs
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Slugcats are incredibly comfy to draw when my brain is fried. Please enjoy them all
Also below's a bunch (aka a paragraph for each how'd that happen) of headcanons and thoughts about my designs because the brain rot hasn't really stopped
Survivor
The most average slugcat to ever slugcat. So instead I'll say that I decided to give the slugcats whiskers (that are probably closer to barbels on fish or the sensory tentacles on slugs). Also I know they're probably slimy in canon but nothing can stop me from giving them fluff. I like to think that slugcats are prone to weird mutations that lead to a very varied species and makes them easy to purpose.
Monk
Monk is about as average as Survivor except being a little smaller than usual for their age. I don't have many strong headcanons in the way of gender for these guys but I like to think of Survivor and Monk as big sister and little brother to parallel Moon and Pebbles in a way.
Hunter
Just having the absolute worst time. Any wounds Hunter receives quickly rot and stop healing and they are pretty much always in pain. When it gets really bad the rot cysts and tentacles begin to grow and sometimes attempt to eat Hunter themself. They know that it was No Significant Harassment's mistake that led them to getting the rot but aren't really mad about it. They just have a sort of a tired and somewhat grumpy “it is how it is” kind of attitude about pretty much everything.
Gourmand
Gourmand is from the same clan as Survivor and Monk and so is also fairly average, their standout traits being their height, size, and intelligence. Their also a little fluffier than average for maximum comfy hugging potential. Well respected in their clan and considered a legend of sorts for their journey into Five Pebble's facility grounds.
Artificer
Artificer's explosive abilities and abnormally large size are due to a combo of weird mutations and diet. The dark red marks are a mix of dried blood, scar tissue, and general explosive damage. She has damaged her hearing via explosions, has one working eye, and blown off most of her whiskers. She is practically running blind and is literally too angry to die. Fluffy but rough and course and just awful to hug at this point.
Spearmaster
Spearmaster has spines growing all along their back, but only the ones of its tail are strong and thick enough to use as spears. Their whiskers are also thinner and more similar to their spines (or cat whiskers in a way). Their ears are also cropped (like a dog's) and Seven Red Suns gave them a small coat to distinguish them as a messenger. Underneath on their chest is a small scar that marks the pearl's location (that is very quickly a big scar once Pebbles commits the worst surgery in Rain World history).
Rivulet
Rivulet is from a subspecies of semi-aquatic slugcats with increased lung capacity, seal-like fur, and a tail fin for steering underwater. Their whiskers have taken the appearance of gills. While useless for breathing underwater, they mimic salamanders in an attempt to confuse and scare off predators. Rivulet is an adventurer who left their clan to explore distant lands and keeps finding themself in trouble.
Saint
Incredibly fluffy to adapt to the cold but pretty skinny and frail underneath. Their tongue is rough like a cats (so are all slugcats but Saint stands out). As their karma grows, echo scales begin to appear along their body and they subtly glow and distort the close surrounding environment. Saint is just really uncanny to be around.
( hey if you read through all of these thank you its means a lot that someone would read my funky rambles :) )
#rain world#slugcat#rw survivor#rw monk#rw hunter#rw gourmand#rw artificer#rw spearmaster#rw rivulet#rw saint#i didnt bother comparing their heights to iterators but survivor is up to pebbles shoulder#so arti is about the same height as him lmao#big kitties#flambo art#now watch me change these designs next time i draw them
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This is my recommendations of LEEKNOW fics! It will be updated once in a while for new stories I have read. Hopefully the links work (lemme know if it doesnt)
Credits to the authors!! All informations written are taken from the authors' post and has not been modified. Reminder that some fics are NOT for minors, so please read the key and avoid 18+ contents.
HAPPY READING!!
KEY:
[❀]: fluff [𖤓]: angst [☄]: sad [☾]:smut [⟡]:smau [✮]: my favs
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ONESHOT
ten things lee know says when he thinks you’re asleep by @soobnny [❀
Grape soda by @agi-ppangx [❀]
matching tattos with minho by @ppiri-bahng [❀]
meanie minho by @fluffylino [☾]
lee know eating you out after a bad day of practice
What are we? by @jinhyun [❀][𖤓]
Lino and the "friends? Why are you looking at me like that?" prompt, where he asks reader what they are, and is finally frustrated (and whipped) enough to come clean about his feelings, after some time in their fwb/situationship, or wtv they had going on
Only if the cats approved by @jae-bummer [❀][𖤓][soulmateau][grumpyxsunshine]
Request: I have a request for a Lee Know fic where when you first find your soulmate you have to be near them 24/7 for a certain amount of time. Also, the reader has been waiting for their soulmate their whole life and is super excited while Lino isn’t super into the idea. The rest is up to you.
The only exception by @astraystayyh [❀][𖤓][s2l][slowburn]
Minho was content with straying away as far as possible from love. That is until you stumbled into his café on a rainy night, and unwittingly, into his life.
Half-court shot by @starlostseungmin [❀][✮][f2l?][e2l?]
The pepper thing by @like-a-diamondinthesky [❀][✮][established relationship] 1.4k
it's a routine, it's a tradition, it's a lifestyle. it's the pepper thing.
Middle of the night by @j-0ne25 [☾][f2l] 1.5k
Tentacles by @jonespicy [❀][☾][aliensau][foreplay] 2k NEW
Gates of hell by @tasteracha [☾][demonau] 2.2k
minho is the demon that welcomes you into hell
Promises by @ta3mint [❀][𖤓][bff2l] 2.4k
The one that got away by @imagine-a-life-like-this [☄][this is literal pure heartbreak] 2.4k
she returned after four years engaged to another man, someone minho is convinced doesn’t love her as much as he does. but as he watches them get married, he sees the love in his eyes, and comes to terms with the fact that she will always be the one that got away.
Clementia by @skzsauce01 [𖤓][e2l] 2.5k
You’d always had a special place in your heart for Lee Minho even though he gives you countless reasons to hate him. How long will your patience last?
Eyes on you by @jonespicy [❀][☾][coworkers] 2.6k NEW
Cruel summer by @starseungs [❀][𖤓][childhood bff2e][e2l] 2.9k
friendships can break. some even turn into enemies. that was a fact you unfortunately knew all too well.
A chance by @staywritten [❀][𖤓][☄][slowburn][hurt/comfort] 3k
You fall the heartbreaker.
Taste by @tasteleeknow [𖤓][☾][e2l] 3k
aphrodisiacs are agents that are held to arouse desire. the word originates from aphrodite, the ancient greek goddess of love, lust, beauty, pleasure, passion, and procreation.
Bad idea by @setsugekka [𖤓][☾][e2l] 3.6k
stuck in a vacation home with nobody but the most annoying man in your friend group, there’s not a lot offered to help take the edge off.
a couple of glasses of wine and a crazy idea might, though.
Ten billion years by @tasteleeknow [❀][𖤓][☾][☄][✮][established relationship][hurt/comfort] 5.2k
"...You love me, that’s enough.”
He intertwines your fingers. “I do,” he says as he stares down at the way your fingers tangle around each other. “Love you. I—” he sucks in a shaky breath before lifting your hand to his lips. “Hurts when you hurt,” he mumbles between soft presses of his lips to your skin. “Fucking hurts so much.”
His kisses spread down your wrist, alternating between slow patient presses to hurried pecks as he makes his way down your forearm. “Let me make it better,” he says as he climbs over you again. “I’ll make it better, sweetheart.”
All I want for Christmas by @hanniiesuckle17 [❀][𖤓][✮][e2l] 5.4k
Minho and Y/n have never gotten along for reasons unknown to anyone. After circumstances arose, Y/n is stuck with Minho driving him up to the cabin the boys rented. It seems that things go terribly wrong at every turn as Y/n is kept from her long desired Christmas vacation. Will she be able to change Minho’s mind about Christmas….and possibly his view on her?
Horror house by @tasteleeknow [❀][𖤓][☾][e2l] 6.2k
you’re stuck in a horror house alone—your only way out is with the guy who hates your guts. halloween themed enemies to lovers with minho. pirate!minho with a lip ring included.
Evil roommateby by @ch4nb4ng [𖤓][☾][✮][roommatesau][e2l]6.2k
the new roommate was a handful. lazy, disrespectful, arrogant, and a whole bunch of other negative things. but wow, you were sexually frustrated and he, well, attractive, was an understatement.
Taste by @j-0ne25 [❀][☾][✮][e2l] 7.1k
Your lazy plans on a free weekend get disrupted when your annoying boss orders you to join him at a business meeting in London. As if this wasn’t stressful enough, it occurs there was a booking problem when making the hotel reservation, leaving the both of you together in one room.
A pillow in between by @starlostseungmin [❀][𖤓][☾][e2l] 7.2k
Spiderweb by @tasteleeknow [❀][𖤓][☾][e2l][brother's bff][roommatesau] 7.4k
he’s spent so long in denial. when he finally realises you’ve trapped him in your web, he panics. mutual pining. minho’s pov.
TKO by @cb97percent [❀][𖤓][☾][✮][e2f][f2l][boxerau] 9k NEW
As you watch your friend Minho during boxing practice, the way he moves riddles you with a singular thought and you catch yourself actually saying it out loud, completely unaware how this is going to colossally backfire on you.
“I would so dom his pretty face off.”
A love epiphany by @cosmic-railwayxo [❀][𖤓][childhood bff2e][e2l][fakedatingau] 9.5k
Wanting to keep up appearances in front of his parents, the Lee enterprises heir known around campus as a notorious player, comes to you with a crazy proposition: fake dating. Now, this wouldn’t have been as crazy if said heir wasn’t none other than Lee Minho, your childhood best friend recently turned enemy.
Between the lines by @maatryoshkaa [❀][𖤓][✮][slowburn][e2l] 9.7k
Late fines, shared lockers, and a missing love letter: In which a frantic search for an overdue library book leads to you finding other things that are...long overdue.
Lowkey by @seungminheart [❀][𖤓][☾][✮][fwb] 10k
catching feelings for lee minho was inevitable from the start. falling for him is as easy as breathing, but how are you supposed to let him know how you feel when you spend more time fucking him than talking to him? OR, the only thing you're more scared of than losing minho is loving him.
Horizontal Hierarchy by @cb97percent [𖤓][☾][officeau][e2l] 10.3k
You've been having a great time at the media agency you work at as a screenwriter by pledging allegiance to no one other than yourself. Your entire chilling privileges get taken away from you when you're assigned under the direct supervision of Lee Minho, the new division head who is ridiculously hot albeit massively insufferable.
Not so bad by @luvknow [❀][𖤓][pining][slowburn][bff2l] 13.7k
falling for your best friend isn’t the most ideal situation, but it’s not as bad as you think
The enemies to lovers project by @softukiyos [❀][𖤓][✮][e2l][suggestive] 18k
𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘫𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘱𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 – 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘺, 𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵. 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥.
Who you are, who I am by @jeoninks [❀][𖤓][✮][slowburn][arrangedmarriage] 48.5k
when you find yourself waking up to a good-looking man who claims to be your husband, there isn’t much for you to do aside from assuming you got stuck in a drama, you know?
⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄more to come!⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄
☆-------Minho's masterlist || skz masterlist--------☆
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Korosensei x Reader HCs
(You speaking is represented by the color red bc i can't find yellow text for koro)
Oh boy- Where do I start with this guy? sometimes things like this are hard to imagine.
For one he's very clingy.
But when you hang out with him, be prepared to be engulfed in yellow, rubbery tentacles and carried around like a baby.
He has you sit on his lap while he's teaching class. If not he has a tentacle wrapped around your arm. If not your arm, then your entire torso.
He makes every date you two go on over the top fun. Beach date? He makes a literal sand castle. Going out to eat? He flies you somewhere exotic. Forget going to the fair, he takes you to friggin' Disney Land!
Korosensei shares all kinds of snacks he finds on his trips with you... except if its something you can't actually eat like a vent piece or broken glass.
One time you decided to chew on his tentacle to see what the texture would be, you accidentally bit down too hard which caused him to let out a high pitched yelp in the middle of class
Everyone stopped their studying with 'wtf' faces on. You slowly unlatched your jaw and looked away with a 'what have i done look' on your face.
He lifted you up to his level looking you straight in the eye.
"WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT 😭?!"
"Curiosity..."
"While its good to be curious, remember my dear, curiosity killed the cat-"
"WAIT ARE YOU GONNA MURDER ME?!"
"OF COURSE NOT-"
Korosensei is one of the most romantic (not to mention dramatic) beings ever. He is what you would call, a hopeless romantic
He is attracted to you, no matter your hairstyle, body type, skin tone, disabilities if you have any, or hobbies
The pet names Korosensei gives you usually have to do with candy and other things he likes. Other times he calls you the most romantic names he can think of.
"Cuddlefish" "sweetie" "sugar" "Honey" "Darling" "Baby"
Korosensei constantly teases you with cheesy jokes and puns. One time it got to the point where you tried to assassinate him (and ofc failed). He was heartbroken though that you'd even try.
"Oh dear! The love of my life is trying to kill me now too? My one and only Cuddlefish! 😭"
You comforted him with some sweets after that.
He will help you with almost any problem you ask. The only exception is spiders. He sees a spider and he immediately clings to the ceiling while screaming. He scoops you up in his tentacles from wherever you were so you're at least safe with him while you two scream your heads off.
I mentioned before that you go on a lot of trips with Korosensei, but when you two go on a field trip with class 3-E its one of the best bonding experiences with the students you could ever ask for.
You all get treats together, and if you're someplace you've visited with Korosensei, the students ask you questions on the things you did, and what new foods you tried.
Speaking of food, Korosensei will love anything you cook for him, even if its burnt (i mean literally, he literally eats pens,metal objects, HE EATS ANYTHING)
He sometimes purposely misuses slang around the students to mess with them and you both die of laughter whenever he does this.
If he absorbs too much water, hes counting on you to help wring him out. Lmao.
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GoopTales Part 9
The part in which Nightmare remembers he has more than children to look after now. Poor old Noot Noot.
The Dust interview. I have already warned you.
Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9(you are here)
AO3: Ch 1 (1-4), Ch 2 (4-8)
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While he dug around in the kitchen for a suitable snack, the kids returned to their game. A loud meow followed by the kids getting excited about the cat that just sauntered in reminded him he was now responsible for the animals, too. There was Dust's dog, Horror's chickens, and then Killer's army of cats. And several of Killer's cats needed medicine.
It's okay.
He can do this.
After all, it's just four not-so-typical babybones, one dog, seven chickens, and ten cats… 4 of which require medications.
That shouldn't be too bad, right?
He can handle this.
He took a pause from the snack idea to notice the children were completely occupied. A new character was added as Bill, the cat who walked in, joined in to get close to Killer.
With the boys distracted by the game with the cave dragon and cave tiger, Nightmare made his way to Dust's room.
He found Ferrous, the blue-gray pitbull, waiting patiently to be let out in his crate. Upon seeing Nightmare, the dog wagged his tail and stood, eager to be let out. "come along, let's have you do your thing outside first." He walked the dog outside, and Ferrous walked beside him as he made his way to the chickens.
Sure enough, 'The Ladies, ' as Horror called them, strutted around outside their coop. He entered their pen, ushered them back into the coop for the night, and closed their door. Was he supposed to add their feed? He figured it wouldn't hurt, so he added some into the coop and refreshed their water.
A small distance away, Ferrous was taking care of his needs before trotting back to Nightmare, ready to go back in. He led the dog back into the house and spotted a few of Killer's other cats. Checking their food bowls, he noticed they needed to be refilled and dumped some food in.
Oh…, Ferrous needs his dinner… which means he will need another trip outside later.
While in the food room, he checked the dry-erase board Killer put up with the medicine regiment. Ah, good, only one needed meds more than once a day, it seemed. Antibiotics for "Tri." That was the three-legged cat Killer found sick with a fourth leg barely hanging to his body. The antibiotics were to treat the infection caused by the dead limb professionally amputated. The veterinarian then prescribed an aggressive medication regimen that was coming to an end.
A mini fridge was nearby with the medications that needed to be refrigerated. He got it out, drew up the medicine into a needleless syringe per the directions, and then looked for the cat.
…
He spotted the cat watching him and looked ready to run. "Tri, it's just your antibiotic," Nightmare tried to reason with the cat, who turned to run. Tripod, Tri for short, was surprisingly fast for only three legs, and he almost escaped.
Luckily, Ferrous thought it was a game and dropped into a play bow in front of the cat, blocking his escape. Grabbing Tri in a tentacle, Nightmare brought the feline closer. Once close, he then tried getting the syringe in the cat's mouth to squirt the medicine down his throat. Tri growled, hissed, and screamed at Nightmare, but the treatment finally went down.
"Truly, it was not worth all of that fuss," Nightmare huffed as he set the cat down. The cat cried out angrily as if trying to convince his brothers and sisters of felinedom to rally to war against Nightmare. The dark skeleton didn't care, though, as he turned to leave the room. "Come along, Ferrous."
Back to the boys… hopefully, they stayed distracted during their time alone. He could see they had come out from under the table, their cave, but they were still near it. Upon seeing him, and what was following him, they once again became excited. Except for one… the one who should be most happy seeing Ferrous jumped back and stayed close to the table.
FEAR
Ferrous wagged his tail but paused and tilted his head from side to side. He was clearly confused by how they smelled like the skeletons he knew but were suddenly shorter. If it bothered Bill, he didn't show it as he lounged over Killer's lap, purring away with a contented feline grin. The confused canine moved closer to Dust, who then yelped in fear and ran under the table.
"Come here, Ferrous, have dinner first," Nightmare said, calling the dog away to give Dust a chance to calm down. While Nightmare added food to the dog's bowl, the dog whined but did as he was told.
"what is that?" Dust asked quietly.
"it's a dog? haven't you seen a dog before?" Killer asked, and Dust shook his head.
"dogs are nice, at least dog monsters are," Cross said and looked over at Nightmare. "is that dog nice?"
"His name is Ferrous, and yes, he is nice," Nightmare replied. "Sorry about leaving, but there are other animals that I remembered needed care. Now… please continue to behave while I finish putting a snack together."
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Dust, as he was now called… (that is what a name is, he thinks, based on how that word was used), continued to hide under the table as he looked at the thing called a dog. The crunching noise of the hard food it was eating made him wonder how strong those jaws were. It had a big mouth, too… and he's name was Ferrous, according to Mr. Night.
The dog finished eating and licked his bowl before walking back to the table. Dust could hear the dog's breathing change as he sniffed over all the other skeletons. The tail wagged as the others made excited noises and petted the dog. But the dog didn't stay with each for long as. He followed his nose as if searching for something. Worst of all, that nose was leading the dog under the table.
Backing up, Dust felt his spine press against the table leg, preventing him from backing away further. The dog stopped and tilted his broad head before letting out a sad, high-pitched sound. "i-i-i'm sure you're nice an-and all but…," Dust was shaking in fear, tears filling his sockets as the dog continued to stare at him. He was shaking so much that he couldn't stand anymore, and he started sliding down the table leg to the floor.
"it's okay dusty. you don't gotta be scared. just like the cat, he's friendly," Cross said.
Yeah… okay… the cat was scary when he first showed up, but the cat wasn't as big. As if reading that thought, the dog laid down and made that sound again. Ferrous then crawled a little close and brought that nose closer. Dust closed his sockets, feeling the dog's breath as it sniffed at him. Ferrous paused over his cheek, where a tear was making its way down towards Dust's chin.
Times felt like it slowed as Dust waited for the dog to do whatever he planned. That was when something wet slid up, over Dust's cheek and right socket. The left socket opened as he felt startled by this.
... He... didn't hate how that felt. In fact, it brought comfort to the small skeleton.
He looked at the dog who looked at him, tail wagging and a pink tongue hanging out of his mouth. "did… did you just lick me," Dust couldn't help but giggle, "gross." The dog seemed to think that was an invite to do that more as he crawled closer and started licking all over Dust's face, and the young skeleton found he couldn't help but laugh.
"told ya! you didn't need to be scared!" Cross said as he walked under the table to join them. "he really seems to like you."
Part of the reason that fear had melted away was a feeling Dust couldn't explain. He felt a dog lick his face before. But when? He didn't know as he had never seen a dog before now. Yet, he knew this feeling. If he thought about it, his skull hurt. It was like Mr. Night. He looked scary, but Dust felt safe around him, and not just because Mr. Night said he was safe. It was like he knew that skeleton even though he also knew he never saw Mr. Night before.
It was… just weird.
Dust wrapped his arms around the dog's neck and clung to him. The dog accepted the role of cuddle buddy until Nightmare called out, "Boys, I have a snack prepared. Let us eat it in the other room, and I will turn on a movie."
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#GoopTales#Dadmare#Dadmare: why did I let them have pets?!#Tripod will have his revenge#The Ladies being good#Ferrous is best boy#Nightmare!sans#killer!sans#cross!sans#horror!sans#dust!sans#babybones#things feel familiar but why?#Ferrous protecc small sad bean
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stock dancing but it's all the fandoms i've ever been in
despite tumblr's accounts being called blogs, this is probably going to be the only "blog post" that I'll ever post. at least in the near future.
it's going to be a long one. disclaimer, it will contain some talk of things like fandom discourse, as well of mentions of Dead Dove topics, so scroll away if you need.
it will also be pretty personal, so I'm not adding all the tags for the fandoms and characters. this is mostly to those who know me.
I'll start at the beginning, in the best chronological order that I can remember. Not by order of appearance in the video, because I kept forgetting what came first when drawing the frames.
My Little Pony (Rarity) and Warrior Cats (Firestar)
These were my very first "fandoms." Before I even went to school, I discovered MLP on the television. I then proceeded to draw those stupid little ponies on the desk and some plastic containers. Thankfully it was with pencil, and not on any important containers and whatnot. Very glad I'm not a brony now, and very glad there was a human version so I didn't have to make a pony awkwardly dance.
Warrior cats was a series I read for a long time. I don't remember when I dropped it, but I just ended up losing interest. It has been stretched out by a lot by now, I believe. Warrior cats was also the first fandom that I "participated" in, by using Amino. Somehow, miraculously, I got out unscathed. By that, I mean no "safe adults" or suspicious people approached me. Not that I would've fallen for it after listening to internet safety week. Firestar is at the end of the animation because, well, it's difficult to make a non-anthro cat dance the same way as people do.
It's funny, because these two are most associated with people becoming furries later on in life, and somehow I am the only one who doesn't take much of an interest in furries within my friend group.
LittleBigPlanet (Sackboy) and Vocaloid (Miku)
LBP wasn't something that I was really "in a fandom" for, but I definitely really enjoyed playing it with my best friend and even made my own username based on it. I remember playing LBP, LBP2, and LBP3, and the disaster that was LBP3 because after finishing the story, none of it would load properly. Tons of surfaces and props would just be missing. Still, it's a nice game to look back on.
I will be honest, this is probably the first Miku I've drawn. Vocaloid has just been a thing in my life since discovering it back... I don't remember when, but the first music that went in playlists of music I liked to listen to was generally made with vocaloid or other voice synthesizers. Miku has always been there, somehow.
*not to be mistaken with AI voice generators, as people actually agree to provide their voice for the voice synthesizers
Marvel (Winter Soldier), Pokemon (Misty), Yandere Simulator (stand in- Vera)
I never drew anything for Marvel, except for the above frame. My family watched it when I was younger, everyone watched it before it started falling off after the infinity stones thing got resolved. The only reason I put it here was because I definitely read fanfiction for it, and definitely thought there was something fruity about america and his best friend. I mean, you find yourself in the future and everyone you've ever known is dead except wait, your best friend isn't, but he's brainwashed and now you have to kill him, so you betray the government and all your new friends instead to try and reach him. Shame that kind of story was stuck in the mcu.
Pokemon was an interesting phase. I drew Pokemon in ms paint, but never any of the humans. I had (still have some) Pokemon plushes and watched the first Pokemon anime on Netflix when it was still on there. I also watched the one with Serena. This was also the fandom that I first discovered porn. And tentacles. So if you ask me why, it's because of Pokemon. It's rather funny, because once again, I seem to be the only one in the friend group who doesn't take an interest in Pokemon anymore.
Yandere Simulator was discovered in elementary school. Because it's been shown that the dev was found to be interacting inappropriately with minors, I have not drawn the protagonist of the game and instead used an OC of mine as a stand in. All you need to know about Vera is that he is not a good person. I used to draw for this fandom back in my Amino days, just a bit, but ended up dropping it because of more and more people pointing out his incompetency. Plus, the complaint that to do anything in game you would have to watch the videos on YouTube, thus making a blind playthrough impossible. As well as his "sex license" comment, which was more than enough to turn me away from that game.
That aside, YanSim was my first exposure to the "yandere" trope- the obsessive, possessive type characters. In the game, it was done in a very bland way, but I like the general idea of the trope. Its influence still drives me towards certain preferences of mine in other fandoms, but I'd rather attribute that to Araki, who apparently popularized the trope with Yukako. I guess this is probably where my interest in "bad things happening in fiction" started.
Don't Hug Me I'm Scared (Sketchbook), Don't Starve (Willow), Cookie Run (Roguefort Cookie)
Initially, DHMIS was going to be my second or third fandom on the list, but I realized that I got into it when I was old enough to have an email address, and not before. Hence, now it's down here. I ended up using that popular design of the human sketchbook to be recognizable. It was an interesting fandom, and also another from my Amino days. I don't know who came up with the idea of the sketchbook and the clock having a love-hate relationship, but looking back on it, they might've been cooking. I remember joining a discord server for it, having my phone get taken away, and then coming back and the server was about the grinch. I also remember that this was the first time I actually interacted with the community and talking to the others within the fandom, since the Amino community was pretty small. I look back at it and cringe, because there are so many things I did for attention. Instead of linking back to a person, I would put emojis around the link with sunglasses and pointing hands saying "This idea came from 😎 👉 this person." All that aside, this is probably where my interest in horror started.
The only reason I remembered that I was technically in the Don't Starve fandom was because I went looking in my folder of drawings and found some there. Then I remembered that yes, I had also read fanfiction for it. Mostly, though, it was a videogame that I played with my family. I ended up using the charcoal pencil brush here for Willow, instead of the pen, to mimic the artstyle just a bit.
Cookie Run is a fandom that I was in, and only get back in briefly whenever Roguefort is in an event. I also first discovered it due to an artist on tumblr who I followed for DHMIS. No idea where they are now because I can't remember the correct spelling of the username. Other than that, I just play the game, which I have been playing since before high school. Now I am out of high school. It was also the fandom that I believe was probably responsible for a good amount of my early art improvement, due to some art challenge where you drew every cookie. Overall, fond memories, but I'd rather not return to the fandom. Too much drama, too many people making big fusses over dumb shit. The Valentine's Day video being an especially dumb one, especially when you consider that maybe, putting in offensive stereotypes contributes to bad perceptions of real life people vs some ship between biscuits. I even remember asking, when I was younger, "Should I ship Pink Choco cookie with White Choco cookie or Hero cookie? I can't decide." Poor little me didn't know about multishipping, and the answer I got was that "Some people headcanon the Choco cookies as siblings, so it's safer to ship her with Hero." Well, now that I'm older, I have decided that I don't have the energy to act like fictional ships anywhere near the same level as real relationships and problems, and would probably ship both were I still interested in the fandom.
Team Fortress 2 (Sniper), Doki Doki Literature Club (Monika), Jojo's Bizzare Adventure (Kakyoin)
Yes, I was in the TF2 fandom. I barely played the game but I usually played as Medic when I did. I also realize that as I type this out, this might have been the original old men thing. Or at least, some of the oldest. I drew them a lot, and I wrote a fic that I orphaned some years later out of shame. It had a werewolf in it for some reason, and was multiple chapters. Although each chapter was only about 1000 words, compared to my current long-term multichapter fic which easily have 2000+ a chapter. Well, aside from that, I don't know why I liked Sniper the most. He throws piss in bottle and I will say, piss is something I avoid if I can. It's in my muted words somewhere.
I never personally played DDLC. I did watch playthrough of it, and seeing people's reactions to some of the stuff was always enjoyable. Yes, Monika was my favorite, and still is. I can't say with certainty why she is, but maybe I just found her the most interesting out of all the characters. This fandom I remember drawing for because this is where one of my OCs originated from, although that character I am only really remembering as I type this out, despite repurposing her.
JJBA. I cannot say that I look back at my time here happily. This is probably where I first started learning about the current state of fandom (ie, Not Good) and getting a bit of personal experience with it. At the time, I did enjoy it. I enjoyed talking in a ship server (A) about it, and another general server (B) about it. It was great and all, until A started blowing up. Which wouldn't be a problem if it didn't have a blacklist of topics that anyone could add to. They're useful in smaller circles, yes, but in large public servers, most things are going to end up being blacklisted. I remember dresses and "positive talk about mothers" being blacklisted, and eventually I got too anxious that I would say something on the blacklist to speak at all. B was okay, and I even tried to get over my fear of talking to strangers in voice chat by joining one during a whiteboard or something similar where everyone draws on the same canvas. I later ended up deleting all 200+ of my messages there and leaving. Why? Because the members of the server did not know the concept of "block and move on." "Scroll away." "Ignore things that you don't like online." A popular artist in the fandom was brought up and the people started trashing on them because of their wedding, which was apparently themed with the favorite JoJo ship. (But honestly, if someone wanted to theme their wedding to a ship I would respect the hell out of them.) The reason I ended up leaving that server was because they started saying stuff like, "It's creepy and weird, because the characters are minors so there's probably something wrong with that person," and implying such things over a JoJo ship of all things. (And, it gets into the territory of the "violent videogames are the cause of vioence" argument. Do you think that because I particularly enjoy using shotguns in videogames because I find them satisfying means that I want to go out and shoot real people with a shotgun? The state of gun control in the US is awful, and if anything, I want less guns.) And, generally, judging things by how "weird" they are rather than whether it harms or helps people is too arbitrary of a measure. Unfortunately, this was far from the last time that I would see serious accusations made on the basis of dumb shit, and now I am doubtful of most callout posts.
Other than that, at least I know all the Jojo references people complain about seeing all the time. Although, now that I'm not into JoJo, I don't actually see that many jokes about it.
Helltaker (Malina) and Weak Hero (Alex)
Malina gets two frames because she unluckily got the one that did not show her face. I can't say I remember much about the Helltaker community, but this was the community that I posted on Reddit to. Since then I have not used Reddit, but it was a good game and people seemed nice, at least from what I remember. Azazel was the one I drew the most, but Malina is a gamer girl, so I chose her for this.
I only remember Weak Hero because I saw that I drew a total of two images for this fandom. I discovered it on Webtoon, and joined a server which I have long since left, and that's all I can remember. Other than that, it was a webtoon with fighting and that's all I can say.
Omori (Omori) and Genshin Impact (Xinyan)
Omori was the first rpgmaker game I actually drew things for, although most of these drawings consisted of Sweetheart. Although I do like Ib and The Witch's House and Corpse Party, I never really went into the fandom. There wasn't much else to it, but the plot of Omori was good and it led me to discover one of my favorite artists, who, unfortunately, has left the internet. I wish them well.
Xinyan is here because she was and still is one of my favorites from the game. I wish she got better treatment from the game, especially gameplay-wise. I haven't drawn much for this game, due to the level of detail on outfits, but I did still play it for two years and read fanfiction for it. Lately I've just been watching videos for the story quest, though. Uninstalling it gave me 50+ GB back of space on my computer.
About the Genshin fandom... JoJo may have been my first real bad experience with how online communities are, but this was my first time seeing how widespread it was. Lots of baseless accusations, fighting over headcanons, telling people awful things because they dislike a character... Well, the post that says the best way to enjoy fandom is to enjoy it with a small circle becomes more and more correct.
OC era (Left to Right- Aster @/sepialkali, Lucy @/hattiestgal, Alason @/moonlightguardianmoon, Zion @/sweet-pattycakes, Bisu/Sparrow @/monarch-orien, and Danaus)
For this one I realized that I had leftover blank frames at the end of the animation, and asked my friends for their ocs to fill in. This era lasted a very long time, and started because I discovered Tupperbox. Since then, my characters have become a lot less watered down as I drifted away from roleplay, and most of the things I do with them is just art now. Two of them are getting a sort of visual novel story thing made of them though, if that counts for anything.
Nu:Carnival (Kuya), Stardew Valley (Elliott), Wildfrost (Tusk)
Despite playing this game for a sizeable amount of time, the most I've done for this fandom was read fics and draw an event character once. Somehow, despite the bland gameplay, I have made a habit of continuing to play the game. I used Kuya because he's the only character I consistently roll for.
I first played Stardew Valley a long time ago without mods, and then forgot about it for a few years. When I came back to it earlier this year, I thought it would be funny to install mods that makes characters into crazy yanderes. It was definitely entertaining, although most of them were pretty standard. I will give massive props to whoever made the Elliott one, because they added events and schedule changes and a lot more than just dialogue changes.
Anyways, the reason this is here is because I decided, on a whim one day, to start writing a very long fic for Stardew. This was at the beginning of the year, and it is not even halfway through right now. Then I lost interest in the game while retaining an interest in writing the fic, somehow.
Wildfrost I picked up near the beginning of the year. It doesn't have much of a story, and there's little fanart because of that, but the character designs are pretty good. I still play it daily, and Tusk is still a good unit, because it's basically free damage.
Honkai Star Rail (Peepaw Welt), The Greatest Estate Developer (Lloyd), The Coffin of Andy and Leyley (Ashley)
Honkai Star Rail remains on my computer, but I cannot find the energy to open and play it. Each new character becomes its own meta, and the gameplay loop isn't that enjoyable anymore. During the time that I did, however, I had my 50/50s ruined twice by Welt, which is why he is here. Otherwise I would've chosen Tingyun or Yanqing instead.
Gameplay aside, I am lucky to have found a good community for this fandom through a ship server, as an almost complete mirror of the previous servers I was in for JoJo. They are what keeps me in the fandom.
TGED was a very short era that lasted for less than a month. During that time, however, I was afflicted by the demons, and drew and even wrote a decent amount (at least for my standards.) Funnily enough, what drove me away from it was the server I was in for it.
This fandom is a very small one, and so the server had probably the majority of active fandom members that could speak English. What made me leave was the poor moderation and some immaturity from some members. Links to NSFW fanart was allowed in the same channel as SFW fanart, NSFW conversations wouldn't always be in the NSFW channel... Which, if it was an adults only server, would've been fine, but it is not, and I feel that this server is a genuine safety concern with the NSFW problem.
TCOAAL was a game I watched a playthrough of when it first came out, and then I saw the chaos that happened when it blew up with the release of the second chapter. I personally found it very entertaining, with the way people didn't have a problem with cannibalism and murder and cults until they found out there was an ending with incest, and suddenly the game was a bad game you shouldn't play. Although if you look at the Steam reviews most people don't care because, well, it's only a game. This game also served as a bit of a precursor.
I find codependency in ships interesting, but I am only slightly interested in the game. I don't think about it that much, for some reason. Maybe that'll change when more chapters are released.
The S-Classes That I Raised (Han Yoojin)
If you take a quick scroll through my account, you can probably tell that this is my current fandom. Funnily enough, the server that brought me into this was one I joined while trying to get out of TGED. I suppose it only worked because I read it on Webtoon awhile ago.
This server is a lot better kept, although maybe it's because it's strictly an 18+ server. As well as that, it's a smaller community within the fandom, because the server's subject is inherently tied to one of the Big Dead Dove topics, so there's a lot less worrying about drama starting over that sort of stuff. To my mutuals, I will not talk about weird dead dove stuff that I'm into unless asked to, so don't worry about it. Some sort of codependency just makes me go crazy.
Unfortunately, I was not able to fit him next to another image to make Tumblr make him smaller, and had to remove one of Malina's frames to fit the 30 image limit.
If any of my friends are reading all the way down to here, thanks! I'm very lucky to have you guys as friends, and I hope we can stay friends for a long time.
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- Vox of The Red -
Deep within the chambers of The Burning Core is the Morpheus Glutton of Hoodlite-kind. The All-for-One Crimson Beast and the Son of The Core.
- Who is Vox of The Red? -
There are many legendary beings that lurk among us here in Kingshaven. Some are Heroes, some are Guardians, and some are Monsters. Vox of The Red however, is the Core's contingency plan.
Vox was created by the Core, as all beings are but the exception is the fact that he is formless. Unlike the Hoodlites that bear a sensible image consistent to one another with only a few differences. Vox holds no form.
He is but a cube head with abnormal eyes. One large and one small on the top right. Both, in neon green with a pair of cat ears. Vox is colored in Crimson Red with parts of his features painted in silver and gold on opposite sides.
- The Secret Weapon -
As the Son of the Core. Vox possesses the ability to acquire and use features from other beings. From his favorite feature, the four-legged tentacles, to the spider-tripod, the hooves, the fish tail and many more.
At this moment, the limits of his morphing ability is unknown. So long as the creature is from the Core, Vox has it all. According to Vox, he is said to be The Burning Core's Nuclear Arsenal.
With his shape-shifting ability. Vox can take out any of the Hoodlites by sheer adaptability alone. However, this ability requires a ton of energy which explains his constant need to feed.
- The Shadowed One -
Being the most feared creature of the Hoodlites. Vox chose to take up residence with Sadie mac Lir and Hector Dagger. He is however, shrouded in mystery to the public eye. Including the newbie, Jamie Robyn.
Sadie keeps Vox as a secret weapon in case of emergencies where things go wrong. So far, he is proven to be reliable and helpful to combat the more advanced and more malevolent cast of Hoodlites.
It's said that Vox has no actual name for his species. He is simply:
"Just Vox"
#murder the crow#murder the crow reforged#kingshavenacademy#kingshaven#hoodlites#vox of the red#creatures#burning core#octopus#crimson red#sadie mac lir#Cycatopus
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WRITING REQUEST/ROLEPLAY RULES!!!
Haii! I take requests to write Danganronpa fics, mostly one shots but it depends on how I feel.
(Please note if you request something it might take time bc I have a life outside tumblr, thank you:))
(I'll edit this as I go on)
Request Prompt
Firstly, I DO NOT write cc x reader, to get out of the way.
Anyway If you want to request one shots, lemon, whatever, make sure you tell me each role of each character and the scenario you want them to be in. You can be vague on purpose too if you want! However if you want a specific way for it to go give me a plot and I'll do the rest. Maybe give some details like place, plot, kink, etc. This isn't required but it helps me flesh out the writing itself.
Characters I will write/play!!!!
I might be adding more to this list but this is just the ones I'll probably have the most passion for to write the most!
Makoto Naegi
Byakuya Togami
Hajime Hinata
Izuru Kamukura
Nagito Komeada
Gundham Tanaka
Kazuichi Soda
Shuichi Saihara
Kokichi Ouma
Gonna Gokuhara
K1-B0
Miu Iruma
Ships I will write/play!!!!
Kokichi x Shuichi
Kokichi x Kiibo
Kokichi x Gonta
Komichi x Miu
Miu x Kiibo
Kokichi x Nagito
Nagito x Hajime
Nagito x Izuru
Nagito x Makoto
Togami x Makoto
Gundham x Kazuichi
Gundham x Makoto
Stuff/Kinks I will write/play!!!!
(⚠️!!!content warning!!!⚠️)
- tickling (SFW/NSFW)
- non-con/rape
-Aftercare
- Body possession/ghost possession
- Mind control/hypnotism
- Monster fucking
- Tentacles
- Electrocution/tazer
- Drug use (strictly to roofie someone)
- Bugs and insects
- Restraints
- Kidnapping
- Injections
- Nipple play
- Somnophilia
- Humiliation
- Abusive relationships recovery
- Nekos, Furry ears/tails (cat/dog/bunny boys)
- Giantess (to a degree.. but I prefer pussy insertion)
- Gore (not a kink but i will write gore stuff if requested)
Stuff I will NOT write/play!!!!
(I won't change my mind so don't even try asking!)
- cc x oc
- cc x reader
- feet (includes the tickling part)
-public humiliation (sorta a spectrum but just hit me up and I'll see what works)
- Scat
- Piss
- Farting
- Feeder
- Inflation
- Diaper stuff
- Incest
- Full fur anthros
- vore
- zoophilia
- necrophilia
Roleplay Info
If you want to roleplay, you can ignore the request prompt. If you friend me on discord let me know you're coming from Tumblr! The characters I'll play and ships I do are the same! The limits apply here as well. One thing to note is i probably won't do any gore rp since I'm new to writing that in general. If I am comfortable I'll definitely edit this here! I'm semi-literate to literate. If you want to do more that's fine with me! I'll try to match your style just not like 2-3 sentences. (With Some exceptions like long term rp and if I generally have the time for)
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A little gift for my darling friend @profictiontheatre, of his character Princeton and Hunson! I hope you like it 🫂💙
CW: NSFT, interspecies, boot worship, breeding (mentioned), a hint of primal play
With a quiet hum Hunson pulled back the sleeve of his suit, looking at his clock and glancing back at Princeton, calmly resting over his lap. The demon cleared his throat and spoke with a firm tone.
"Princeton. I need you to organize these documents, I'll go ahead and head home. I'll see you in a little while."
Before the poor cat could say anything, his master strutted out the door, barely able to keep his composure as he plotted a surprise for his fluffy boyfriend. As time went on, Princeton quickly separated the small pile of files into three different piles: pain, pleasure and weird punishments.
The task was simple enough and the cat was done in under half an hour, worriedly making his way back home, trying to think about the possibility of something he had done that could've upset Hunson. Princeton's blood ran cold for a moment, thinking about his usual shenanigans as he spent most of the day teasing Hunson. Bending over seductively and grinding against his lap at any given opportunity.
Worry made his stomach turn at the thought of having genuinely upset his beloved master, causing him to pause for a moment before stepping into their home. With a deep and sharp breath, the cat walked inside, met with an oddly empty and silent house.
"Hunson? Are you home?"
As Princeton made his way around, a quiet sound of humming caught his attention, making his ears turn towards it. The cat made his way upstairs, being met with their bedroom's door closed, Hunson's voice whirring gently behind it.
The cat gently opened the door, the nervousness that had taken over him instantly melting away at the sight before him. His master laid entirely bare, except for a brand new, shiny pair of red boots. Hunson adjusted his pose just slightly, so that he could properly catch Princeton's reaction.
"There you are, I thought you'd take longer... Come on, let me see that pretty face of yours."
Unable to get any words out of his throat, the cat gulped for a moment, slowly walking towards his master as his tail swayed gently behind him. Once at hand's reach, Hunson scooped Princeton up, carefully placing him on his lap and placing a small kiss to his cheek as his hands wandered.
"My my... You were up and at it today, huh? Did you think I wouldn't notice the way you were teasing me? You must've really needed me to touch you, huh?"
A small jolt made it's way through the feline's spine, an anxious stutter being all he could manage to let out.
"I... I.."
Hunson shushed him, chucking as his hands weighed Princeton down against his crotch, having his tentacle squirm around underneath the cat.
"Shh... You know what happens when you misbehave like that, don't you my dear? Go on now, get on your knees so I can remind you of a brat's place."
A heat of warmth surrounded Princeton's face as he obeyed the command of his master, sitting over his heels as he looked up at the demon above him, a nervous but expectant smile forming on his face.
With a quick flick of his legs, Hunson positioned one of his boots directly in front of Princeton, a mischievous grin slowly growing as his voice purred down at the cat.
"Show me how much you need me to touch you. Now's your chance to be my little whore."
Princeton quickly wrapped his arms around Hunson's leg, sitting over it's vamp and desperately humping into it as small, muffled whines escaped his lips.
Hunson watched the scene, reaching his hand down to stroke the top of the cat's head, chuckling at the sight of Princeton desperately licking the bright red leather in front of him.
It didn't take long for Princeton's voice to get louder, his whines longer and his moans clearer, Hunson could tell he was close to cumming. Without a word, the demon simply allowed his beloved cat to finish all over his boot, watching how his eyes rolled back and how his whole body quivered at the feeling.
Once Princeton's limbs became more limp, Hunson pushed him down on his back, pressing his boot over the cat's chest, watching how is eyes darted around desperately.
"Such a little slut. Look at the mess you've made... Do you have any idea how hard it'll be to get your cum off my boots? Well, maybe I should just show you, huh? Go on then, you're going to clean up every last drop."
Princeton's eyes stared up at Hunson as he slowly opened his mouth, voice trembling as he could feel himself getting hard again.
"Y-Yes master..."
Princeton tilted his head as his tongue flicked over the boot, lapping up the glossy coat spread across it as his eyes never left Hunson's. The cat's breath became shakier as he enjoyed the taste of his own cum, mixing in his licks with adoring kisses as his paws held on to the boot above him, gently pressing it down against his chest as he whined at the feeling of it's weight over him.
Once all of the white coat was gone, Princeton opened his mouth to show Hunson how he had swallowed every last drop, a bit of drool dripping down from the side of his lips.
The demon looked down at him with a proud gaze, slowly removing the boot from Princeton's chest, allowing the cat to get up on his knees once again. Before he could fully position himself, however, Hunson placed his hands under the cat's arms, picking him up and placing him back on his lap as he sat on the bed.
"There we go... You did such a good job, my love. I think it's about time I give you a reward, wouldn't you agree?"
With a barely audible tone, Princeton's voice escaped his throat, quiet and shaky.
"Please... Daddy..."
The word caused Hunson to abruptly pull Princeton into a deep kiss, towering over him as he placed the cat on his back, feeling how his cock desperate twitched underneath him.
Moans and whines could be heard through the kiss, the vibrations of it all reverberating against Hunson's throat. The demon allowed his tongue to slither into Princeton's mouth and throat, holding him down in place with his sharp claws.
Before their lips could part, Hunson's tentacle began to tease Princeton's entrance, wriggling in excitement as it's wetness lubed up the cat's ass, causing him to jump for a moment.
Once the kiss was split, Princeton was left panting as Hunson placed hungry kisses and bites to his neck. The demon chuckled as he whispered next to the feline's ear with a hum.
"Are you ready for your reward? I'm going to fill you up until I can't fit anything else inside of you."
Princeton's claws dug into Hunson's skin as his tentacle slipped inside the cat's tight hole, a loud moan escaping his lips at the feeling.
"Fuck... You're so warm, my prince..."
Unable to keep still, Hunson began pounding away at Princeton, feeling himself growing more and more desperate as his slippery cock explored his lover's insides desperately.
Princeton could barely speak, simply repeating the words "Yes", "Master" and "More" over and over again as his twitching cock rubbed against Hunson's stomach.
The feeling was intoxicating to Hunson, causing him to speed up as much as he could, his groans and moans slowly becoming more rasp and loud. His voice became deeper, his growls became almost animalistic.
His hips moved in strong and quick thrusts, trying his best to fill up Princeton as much as possible. Slowly, his features became sharper, as did his fangs. A line of drool dripped down from his fangs as his open maw stood above the cat's face.
"Need.. Breed..."
Hunson's voice was demonic at this point, practically breathless as he ruthlessly pounded away at his lover, pushing his body weight down on him as Princeton moaned beneath him.
Once Hunson began to cum, his hands dug into Princeton's hips, moving him up and down quickly, pressing him against his crotch with his last thrust, a pleased roar escaping his throat as his chest purred.
Without sliding his tentacle off of Princeton, Hunson placed his hand over the cat's stomach, carefully pressing down on it as he felt his bulge inside the feline, who felt himself cumming over Hunson's hand.
As the demon calmed himself down, he smiled deviously at Princeton, licking the white liquid coating the back of his hand. Princeton took a moment to catch his breath as Hunson slowly slid out of the cat, panting at the feeling of his master's seed dripping out of him.
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