Four Carapacians (and a Puppet), Doing Their Best

Just a Jack, a Spades, a Mayor, a PM, and a Scratch, working to make Can Town amazing. (AU where no-longer-Bec Noir and Spades Slick live in Can Town and Scratch gets revived) (M!A: Cat Scratch) (Event: None)

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About the AU

Rules

Muses

Ships

Mun

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​[CURRENT primordialMailaddress (CPM) RIGHT NOW responded to memo.]

CPM: I’ve decided my new name. Postal Mercenary.

[wxlkstabwalk]

Yearly reminder that your universe may be a dumb fucking frog.

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SS: Fuck you

SS: Never actually talked to you before, but fuck you for reminding me of that

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(Was gonna draw a thing for Pride Month, but the motivation to actually art never kicked in, so before Pride Month ends I’ll just leave this here.)

Spades: Bi|Trans

Jack: Bi|Trans

Mayor: Pan|Demi(boy)

PM: Bi|Demi(sex)|She/Her Enby

Scratch: Gay|He/They/It Enby

Me/Mun Digi: Demi(rom)|Gray/Pan(sex)|Genderfluid

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(Happy Pride Month, I still haven’t gotten around to drawing the thing)

[brittsmemes]

SEND   ‘  ❌ ‘  FOR  AN  INCORRECT  QUOTES  BETWEEN  OUR  MUSES.

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Spades glances at his hands. He concentrates, pooling shadow magic into his hands. Dark claws form around the metal fingers, earning a sharp grin from the Carapacian.

He looks down at his piano, and presses down on a few keys, shifting the magic to his will. It comes out pleasant, much better than previous attempts. Pleased, he begins to play.

A decent rendition of “I’m a Member of the Midnight Crew” echoes around the room. It’s not perfect, but it’s a vast improvement on previous attempts. Spades’ voice soon accompanies the tune, the lyrics coming to him easily.

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Suit as nice as can be considering it’s condition. Head polished shiny. Unwanted appendages groomed thoroughly. He’s ready. He takes a deep breath, and

 “Trolls share properties with both invertebrates and mammals, and, in the case of Violets, Fuchsias, and some Mutants, fish as well. They also share a unique method of reproduction that most closely resembles plants. In this essay, I will….”

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*Scratches behind Scratch’s ears*

‘Oh, that feels nice’ is the last coherent thought Scratch forms before he falls limp at the attention, letting out a loud staticky purr.

The anon would find that the ears are incredibly soft to the touch.

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“Well, this has been boringly uneventful. I was expecting much more fun with the gray ones than.” There’s an exaggerated slouch in the demon’s posture, and disappointment laces their voice.

“Yeah, yeah. Our bargain’s been fulfilled and shit. Get the fuck out.” Spades, however, isn’t having any of it. He’s had to deal with the mischievous demon’s antics for a month now, and he wants them gone. Now.

“Awww~ You’re no fun~” Abatheca grins widely at the Carapacian in amusement.

Spades only glares at them in response.

“Fine, fine.” They raise their hands in mock surrender. “I’ll see myself out, my favorite little contractee~ Until next time!” They grab their helmet and vanish into the shadows before he can process their words.

“Wait. Next time?!”

[Halloween Event: End]

[Abatheca is no longer available for asks]

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slick why do you have a void demon

”How the fuck did you think I got my shadow magic?” Slick deadpans at the anon. Sometimes, you’ve gotta fight magic bullshit with magic bullshit.

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what does the demon think of the cat

“The little puppet who used to be one of the powerful beings this corner of the multiverse~ Reduced something so frightened, insecure, and broken~ And yet he still puts on an act, holding everyone at arms length, because he’s too scared to face the consequences of his choices, and terrified to have anything for himself!” Abatheca snickers to himself. “Such an amusing little kitten now~”

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(Asks Please)

(Reminder that Abatheca’s pescence and Scratch being a catboy are both temporary, so send in asks while you can)

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Catboy Scratch m!a

“What?! No!” With a poof, suddenly Scratch has a pair of white cat ears with shiny gold stripes, and a tail to match. Said new appendages are very soft, if one manages to touch. They feel even softer than the extra-soft fleece of his skin.

He frantically looks over his body, quickly finding the new additions. But he also finds something else feeling a bit off. A look at his hands reveal shiny porcelain claws and green toe beans made of velvet.

He considers hiding away so that nobody finds out, but snickering from the shadows quickly rids him of that notion. Sure enough, when he looks, he finds three blue eyes watching him from a dark corner. From what little he’s seen of them, he has no doubt Slick’s demon will make sure all of Can Town knows about this by nightfall.

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Doc Scratch is a catboy im spirit

“I am not.” Scratch spits the words out through nonexist teeth. His head is still bright green, though, ruining any effect his anger might hold. If he hadn’t already been embarrassed, this comment probably wouldn’t have affected him so much.

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I pat the bastard orb

“You will do no such-!” Scratch involuntarily melts at the contact, letting out a low, staticky purr. Someone’s a very touch-starved puppet.

“…” His head flushes a bright green in embarrassment as he processes his reaction. Rage soon follows. “GET OUT!!!”

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Demonic Invitation

“Spades Slick~” A voice purrs out from the darkness. Three blue eyes peer out at the mentioned Carapacian, shiny white horns visible in the shadows.

“Abatheca.” Spades acknowledges his unexpected visitor. He’d summoned them recently, sure, but he wasn’t expecting another appearance. “Why are you here?”

“Can’t a demon visit their contractee every once in awhile?” There’s mischief on their eyes, and a sleazy tone in their voice. It’s clear that this isn’t the real reason.

“You never bothered to visit before.” Slick glares at the Void Demon. He’s not buying their bullshit. He doubts they were expecting him to.

Their eyes narrow, uncomfortably wide grin splitting across their face, perfectly white fangs standing out in the darkness. They extend a clawed hand towards the Carapacian. “You’ve paid more than your dues in blood. So I’ve decided to help you relearn control. You’ve been struggling with channeling my magic through your new.. alterations… haven’t you?”

“What do you want in exchange?” Training isn’t part of the pact, and he knows better than to blindly accept a favor from a Void Demon. He doesn’t have very much left to give, either.

“I want use of your home for the duration of your training.” At the Dersite’s incredulous look, they decide to clarify. “You see, I’m getting a bit bored, and playing around with mortals is always a fun way to pass the time~’

They lean in closer, raising their other hand to their mouth as if trying to share a secret. “I’m especially hoping to have a bit of fun with the gray ones.”

“And that’s all you want in exchange?” Slick double-checks. Only fools rush into deals with demons.

The demon’s grin widens. The smart ones are always fun. “That’s all. Nothing but use of your home, in exchange for helping you relearn shadow magic.”

He hesitates, looking the demon over, before taking their hand. Their respective pact marks glow impossibly black, becoming briefly visible against their black bodies. The marks burn painfully for these few moments as the deal binds itself to them.

And then everything returns to normal, and the demon makes themself comfortable on the Dersite’s couch, long tail falling over the edge. They peel off their black skull helmet, revealing their long fluffy mohawk, the same dark blue as the swirling marks in their black skin. They already knew he’d agree to such a favorable deal.

[Halloween Event: Start]

[Abatheca is temporarily available for asks]

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He stares at the transmaterializer, fingers hovering over the controls. He… doesn’t actually remember how to use it. There goes any chance of replacing his keyboard quietly. Sneaking in here was pointless, it seems.

He sighs in defeat, glancing down at his hands. Cotton peaks out of several small tears made by shards of wood and plastic. A few sections of stitching were torn open as well, it appears. How unseemly.

…He’ll need help with fixing that, too. While he can easily ignore the pain, he doubts he can keep his hands steady in this state. What an unpleasant day this has turned out to be.