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Heylo! My name is Colossal-Red (But you can call me Red) and I am a Fanfiction writer :3

I can write just about anything but in my heart and soul I am an sfw g/t and vore author <3 I am also a minor so do not request nsfw plz. (I can do ships but it’ll be kept Solely sfw.)

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Heya!

Been a minute- and been through a bit to say the least @w@ major self discovery vibes over here- lots of character arcs xd

I’m just posting to reassure that I am planning to post more stories in the future- most notably various requests, and also a fic or seven for Mermay as a collab with a new friend of mine :3

The future is bright, if we deem it so ^w^

#dandys world #g/t community #g/t

I love writing Rodger honestly x]

He’s definitely not a character that I think about a lot, but writing his dialogue and thought process is like- Satisfying

Can’t wait to post something new I’ve been working on for Dandy’s World noms in relation to him >w0 now that I’m a bit more recharged and ready to go-

(Snippets coming soon!)

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Writer’s Block sucks

#trust stuff is coming soon 😭#just need to put this block into the square hole #g/t community #g/t

Hey do you take requests? If not its alright, but if so then i have some stuff i wanna ask for if its not too much trouble >_<; and its nothing bad, obv, but i wanted to ask first

Of course! Any and all requests are welcome ^w^ as long as they’re apart of the fandom I’m currently active in-

Right now that’d Dandy’s World and Chikn Nuggit, anything else might be a bit harder for me to muster up the motivation but that’d be on a case-by-case basis- right now I am in the planning stages for a different request but I’ll take on as many as I can and try to keep ya posted

So go ahead and send your request! Word it well :3

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It’s been a weird year for me thus far, gonna be real

But I hope to release something for y’all real soon! ^w^ currently writing a nom fic for a different fandom that isn’t Dandy’s World for Valentine’s Day, but I hope that y’all will still enjoy it :3

I am going to try and write multiple fics for that day but we’ll see if I can do one first xd see y’all soon hopefully-

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Just a Byte?

TW: Soft and SFW Vore, hurt/comfort, fluff, minor angst, Lost Love, accidental angst, and comfort vore.

WC: 3,189

Here we are! I knowww that this isn't super Random-Reader friendly, but it's pretty sweet I think! All we're doing here is some comfort vore with Monolith, a Fankid of Vee and one of my friend's OCs, Nova. There is also a mention of one of my Fankid OCs by the name of Angelo, he's an advent calendar.

I may do more OC-core stories set in a Dandy's World au, but we'll see how it goes x] for those that read this! I hope ya enjoy :3

And this is for you, Nova, from your Secret Santa, ME! >:D (This is kind of a sequel to The Best of Her btw)

Vee placed the last purple ornament atop the pile beside the Christmas Tree. The task was finally complete. She stepped back, and gave her work an approving nod. It had taken a while, but she had finally finished sorting all of the ornaments by color. “Bobette, I finished.” She called up, plainly to the Bauble who was high up on a ladder, stringing up some lights around the tree. “Oh- hooray!” Bobette cheered as she finished wrapping them around the top area. It would only take a second before the Holiday Main made her way down the ladder and back to Vee. They’d been at work at this all morning, although morning was a little generous for the time they were out. The sun still wasn’t up yet. Vee looked to the side, and was surprised to see Mono still awake. She’d come out with Vee to help Bobette, but had eventually fallen to the curse of laziness and was now just writing a letter to her friends. She was on her third… no, fourth page now and Vee wondered what she could possibly be writing about. It made her smile, though. She didn’t know where she’d be right now without the Mains’ support. Mono had as of late taken to hoarding her friends like Nova had once hoarded ‘treasures’, and Vee was always glad to see her old lover in her… even if she had to remind Mono that her friends had families to get back to. Bobette would put a hand on Vee’s shoulder, and affectionately squeeze. “Well! Thank you kindly for all of the help! It was nice to find you out so early.” She said gratefully, smiling widely. “Of course. I do not require sleep; it was not a big deal.” Vee explained, almost forgetting to smile softly in tandem. “But of course! Now, I think this calls for some Hot Cocoa, we’ve worked hard enough after all, right Monolith?” Bobette asked, hands on her knees as she looked over at Mono who sat with her back against the wall. Vee blinked, and waited for Bobette to remember. Monolith meanwhile, grinned and scrambled to get to standing before neatly shuffling her papers and folding them up to stick in a storage compartment. “Yes!! I’d love some cocoa!” She’d say right beside the two. She had grown so much. “That’s the spirit! Miss Ginger may have even made cookies for us too! She told me by the time I was done she probably would have woken up by then to start.” Bobette exclaimed, beckoning the two to follow.

Vee ‘cleared her throat’ and looked at Bobette pointedly. “Oh… I know, Vee- I was talking to Mono primarily hehe… but I thought y’know maybe it’d be nice for you to come along-” “It’s fine, Bobette. You don’t have to recover from that. You two can go on ahead, I can get the prop gifts out of storage in the meanwhile.” She assured, in a way that she thought was pretty comforting. Bobette’s smile was apologetic, and she’d give Vee one big hug. Whether or not she had been talking to Mono or had forgotten about Vee’s Issue was anyone’s guess, but it was clear what Vee thought. Mono frowned, and went along with Bobette. “I’ll be back soon to help you, mum!” She assured, calling back as the two went on to the kitchen just down the hall through a set of double doors. Vee was suddenly alone. She looked up at the tree, standing strong yet starless. She felt a strange sense of kinship with this tree, and a show when its lead calls out sick. They were all without their star. She needed to tell Mono one of these days, about Nova. It was the responsible thing to do, and yet it was hard. Vee could be logical about it, but something on the emotional end of things prevented her from sharing. She sat there, screen buffering as she ran the simulation. Ever since Monolith had gone on her first run, Vee had been running through the different scenarios of how she could tell Mono about her other mother. She had tried every emotion, anger, sorrow, joy, love, and even unorthodox ones like fear or annoyance to predict how Mono would receive her message. She was good at predicting things generally, but when it came to emotions, she never could. She didn’t know exactly how long she stood there, but after checking her internal clock it came around eighteen minutes. She was taken out of her thoughts by Mono’s paw on her shoulder. “Ma, you okay?” She asked, head tilted thoughtfully. Vee turned her head, and smiled. “Yes, I’m doing fine. Why aren’t you with Bobette?” She asked, unable to distract herself any longer from the feelings. “Oh, I was! But… I wanted to come check on you, y’know?” She said, standing next to Vee as the two admired the tree together now. “That is funny, I should be the one checking on you. How is your arm?” “Mom… it’s been months, it’s fine.” The two chuckled a bit, and stood in silence once more. Vee was thinking about broaching the subject now, but Mono was, of course, thinking about something completely different. The two spoke at the same time, just the vague beginnings of a sentence. Mono sheepishly smiled, and Vee blankly nodded. “You can go first, Ma-” “No, it was nothing. Please, speak my Monolith.” She urged, antenna flicking a bit as she waited.

“Well… okay, I was thinking; you’re not feeling so great because you can’t drink Hot Cocoa and stuff, right?” Mono began, seemingly a bit nervous. Vee blinked. “Yes, I suppose that is part of it-” “Yes, great- well- not great- but I had an idea to give you that opportunity! If you wanted.” Vee tilted her head, tail flowing through the air as her gears were turning. “How so?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. “Yes… well, I was practicing this for a friend but- I suppose now would be a great time to test!” Monolith held one paw out, open with the palm up, and a small orb of ichor would appear. It was floating initially, but as Mono focused it would envelop her hand entirely; it then moved up her arm, covering the entirety in ichor, then it covered her torso, then both arms, then the legs, and her neck, until it covered her entire being. She essentially looked like an ichor statue in the shape of a dragon. Vee blinked, surprised at this development. She knew exactly what Mono was doing, and was surprised that she had figured it out. She must have had help, but from who? The ichor around her body would suddenly glow bright white, and break like a bubble popping to reveal Monolith, now transformed. Her usual green glow was replaced with a glowing white, and the greys of the metals on her body changed to a deep brown; three ‘marshmallows’ were arranged carefully around her right ear, part of one of them was pierced by the tip of the ear, and overall it was just a casual festive design with some peppermint accents here and there. “I um, designed it myself, or at least partially designed myself, for a friend. Promised them I’d let them nom me because I’d been kindaaaa targeting him lately. Can’t really blame me though because like- um- sorry I’m getting off topic. The point is- if you’d like, I can be your hot cocoa!” She exclaimed, arms held out excitedly as Vee just watched. “Sorry- that was kind of cringy-” Vee’s screen stuttered a bit as she mildly burst into stifled laughter. “No, no, Mono- it was great.” She assured, showing supremely more emotion than usual. It had not been what Vee was expecting, but that only made the laughter more genuine and made her feel good.

She looked away for a moment, before looking back to Mono who was admiring her new form. “I think I’ll call it- Hot Chocolith! That’s a good one, I’ll need to keep note of that-” Vee smiled assuringly. “Yes, that is quite nice, but… I must admit I’m not particularly in a nomfing mood at the moment.” Vee spoke as apologetically as she could. Internally, Vee felt an immense surprise at the actual thing she was feeling for. Initially, Monolith’s ears drooped, but she quickly bounced back. “That’s okay!” The transformation would revert her back to normal by way of her body suddenly glowing white, and then going fully ichor black, before fading quickly back to normal Monolith; this all happened in about three seconds or so. “That- that skin change took a lot out of me anyway, maintaining it and allat. How do y’all do it??” Mono questioned, stretching out a bit as they caught their breath. “First of all, it’s ‘you all,’ Berry Boy’s rubbing off on you, secondly, it takes practice and I can help you with that, and finally, who even taught you how?” She asked at the end, Mono rolling her digital eyes at the first thing, nodding at the second, and wincing at the third. “Now fourthly,” Vee began, hands on her hips, “why do you have that face on?” Monolith’s tail curled around her legs and her ears flicked. Nervous. “Donnnn’t be mad or anything-” “Why would I be mad?” “Well…” Mono scratched behind her head as she answered. “Uncle Dandy helped me- which! Was something he offered and I didn’t want to say no to- and before you ask!” She continued, cutting off Vee as she opened her mouth. “I couldn’t go to you because I wanted to surprise you as well as Angelo, and I didn’t go to someone like Uncle Sprout because Uncle Dandy was right there and available and you know he never turns me down on anything for some reason and he was also the oldest Toon so I also figured he was the most experienced so- yeah!” She rambled for a moment, and Vee didn’t do anything to interrupt her. Vee just watched and listened, with a blank face but that was just her resting face so Mono was used to it.

Mono simply nodded along, head tilted as the two shifted to sitting on the stairs as they conversed in front of the Christmas Tree. “Would you mind… being the one to nomf me this time? I don’t usually partake in that role but it seems… nice. Or would seem nice for this time.” Vee finished, tone clear and even, but with the faintest hint of nerves. Mono’s eyes widened, “Oh- wait,” and she’d pull something out of a side compartment of hers. It was a small vial filled with a pinkish-orange liquid. “Astro gave this to me a long while ago… in case you ever asked this.” She explained, smiling softly as she offered. “Said you’d know what to do with it.” Vee nodded, and accepted it with a strange look on her face. “I remember when this sort of concoction was first made… for the first time I got nommed; your Uncle Astro made it for me.” Vee explained, and gestured for Mono to look away. The Dragon nodded, and when she did look away Vee would reach for her neck with one hand, and discreetly insert the tube into a hidden compartment. It would be out of their hands from here. “There we go…” The memories were hard to fight off. It had been so long since she had been nommed, and there was a reason for that. The serum made every nerve in her body tingle, and she felt a cold shiver go down her spine as the world slowly seemed to get bigger. She remembered the last time so vividly; the feeling of a tongue, the assurance of a purple clawed hand beforehand, the sound of her affectionate teasing. Mono watched as she shrunk down, and once the time was right, then she would tenderly pick up the tiny TV. Her daughter smiled, and it made Vee feel as happy as it did the first time she saw it; that’s how it was every time. One of Mono’s claws fidgeted with her antenna, and, despite the metallic feeling of it, it felt exactly like how Nova’s had that last time. The memories faded fast as the moment progressed, and when Mono raised Vee up to her lips, then it was time to relax.

Mono looked on at her mum in awe. She’d been smaller than her a thousand times, but now she simply held her in the palm of her clawed hand. The dragon-bot couldn’t help but sniff her a bit, their antenna twitching as they did so. She smelled like Mint ice cream, with enough hints of dark chocolate to seem delectable. “Are you sure you’re ready?” Mono asked, just to get some confirmation as she looked down her snout at the shrunken mum. She simply nodded, seemingly bracing herself. Well… here it goes. Mono was nervous about this; she’d nommed Toons a few times, but only ever a small couple of them. She paused for a moment. “Won’t the uh… ‘water’ not be good for you?” Vee shook her head, “No, the saliva contains enough ichor to be neutral to my hardware. It’s theorized to be some form of-” “Okay, okay- got it, hehe-” Mono cut her off and prepped herself. It was best to probably just do it quickly and casually, get it over with. She’d open her maw widely, saliva strands breaking and reconnecting just as she quickly shoved her mum inside as gently as she could. The taste was amazing, but that was to be expected with that scent. She shut her maw and gently licked at the smaller Toon, making sure to coat her carefully; it had to be a comfy trip after all. She chuckled a bit as they squirmed a bit here and there, occasionally the dragon getting to give her what was basically a tongue hug. It was a nice feeling to keep her close, it quelled the dragon instincts, hoarding and all of that. She sloshed her about the jaws, being extra careful not to get her close to the teeth; it felt marginally more important since it was her mum this time, just a bit. After a little bit of this, Mono eventually tilted her head up and swallowed with a strong Glrk that emanated through her mum’s small form. The throat muscles pulled her down slowly but surely, and she’d press a claw against her neck as the teensy bulge appeared and then disappeared just as fast. She sighed in satisfaction as she got up from her seat on the stairs, looked around briefly, and quickly made her way to the elevator to get down to her Mom’s room. Once she was in the elevator, she would relax on the way down by sitting and gently rubbing her tum where Vee now resided, and used a camera inside to check up on her.

The stomach was tight, warm, and an interesting combination of both Vee and her Former Lover’s stomachs. The walls were metallic for the most part, but only in appearance. The synthetic flesh had a pleasant squish, with green luminescent rings in a pattern. She smiled up at the camera when she noticed it seemingly being active as she shifted around and got settled. “Hehe… cozy? Sorry if you find a pillow in there or two- Some of my friends like the extra comfort-” Vee thought for a moment to perhaps scold Mono about having boys over like a mother would stereotypically, but more so as an attempt at humor, but ultimately she decided against it; besides, they were all just friends anyway. “Don’t worry, I’m okay. It’s… nice to be here again. In a place like this, I mean.” She answered honestly. It had been far too long… but it was hard to think about partaking in such without Nova. It had been a long abstinence from being on this end of it, but it was a good thing to do for bonding with her daughter. “Why haven’t you been on the prey end of things then, mom…? If you don’t mind me asking.” Mono asked curiously, her voice resonating all around her. Vee paused for a moment as the finally got comfy. Just as Vee was about to say something, Mono spoke again, “it’s alright, I’ll just let you rest.” Mono assuredly spoke as the elevator whirred and moved the two closer to their own space for just the two of them. “No, it’s okay. I require time to think about how to answer that…” Vee confirmed, gently rubbing a portion of the stomach, causing some more grumbles around her as saliva dripped from above. Mono yawned a bit, and patted where she felt Vee from the outside as she got to standing. “Well, you’ll have plenty of time to think about that; I’ll be taking a nap if that’s okay?” Mono asked, eliciting a chuckle from Vee. “Changing skins really took that much out of you?” She asked, smiling as she laid back to get ready to go into low power mode and just relax. “Well- not just that! Nomming in general just makes me want to nap.” Mono explained in a similar teasing tone though it didn’t quite fit with the dialogue content. “Heh… that’s alright, Monolith. Take as much time as you need.” Eventually Monolith would fall asleep lazily on a couch on Vee’s Floor, and the shrunken TV would lay in her mildly powered down state and think quietly to herself. I’ll tell her. In fact, I’ll tell her about Her before the month’s over. I promise. She could only hope she’d keep this promise.

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Thank you mate! Part Three of Something New ain’t all I got! :3 I see you’ve already liked my Masterpost so I hope you’ll like everything my friend!

I don’t plan to stop writing anytime soon- and the AU that Something New comes from is only Just Beginning ^w^

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Something New

Part Three

TW: Safe, and SFW Vore, Angst, Fluff, Cartoon Violence, Detoonization, and Cameo Galore. (There are Five cameos of OCs of some friends in the DW g/t Discord Server x])

WC: 13,638 ----------- Pt. 1 and Pt. 2

Well!! Here we are. Today is my Birthday, I am 18 years old now. Now here we are, at the end of Something New :3

But this isn't the end of P&B, far from it, from here we delve into a seemingly cozy universe with just enough conflict to be of intrigue x]

What comes next? Well- there's so many directions to go; I could answer all of the questions now, or I could take us on a goose chase exploring all that the city of Gardenview has to offer x3 We shall see.

I hope you enjoy :3

Instantly his bright, red nose would be assaulted by various scents. Fresh eggs, sizzling bacon, even a few pastries. Yep, this was definitely a diner; at such a small size all of the smells were nearly overwhelming… and the Noise. Rudie had no idea how Ginger dealt with it so often back before she met them. He held two hooves over his ears and winced a bit. Soooo many voices. The box he was inside would be set onto a surface, and he’d try to stay tuned in to Looey, Blot, and Yatta. “You hear about that new exhibit at the museum?” “We have a museum?” No, that wasn’t them, focus Rudie, he thought to himself. “Okay… just stay there, promise I’ll bring you bacon.” Nope, not them either. Why did places like this have to have soooo many Beans?? “Okay, how about we name him Cane? You knowww, cuz he’s got like, candy canes for antlers?” Looey suggested once Rudie got tuned into listening to the right people. “Ooo! That is such a CUTE name!!” Yatta. At least she was easy to hear in this place… she probably gave good presents, Rudie thought as he got himself comfy in the box. “.snoitcejbo on evah I !mih eman ot teg d’uoy thgir ylno s’ti mih dnuof ay ecnis ;esnes ekam seod tI” Blot ‘said’ from the otherside of the table. It would appear that Looey was on one side of the booth, and Yatta and Blot were on the other side, with Rudie’s box on the table next to Looey. “Yeah!! We should TOTALLY go out and try to find some cool stuff for him!! I thinkkkk I saw a pet place somewhere in town!” The Piñata would say while Rudie looked up to the box being opened. Looey’s hand would discreetly set a few scraps of bacon inside!! Rudie had heard of this, but he’d only had it once, in the days after he met Ginger. He licked his lips, and made quick work of the scraps. It felt a bit strange to be fed but… it was convenient. He didn’t even mind when the box was closed again. “Ooo, yes that could be a good idea. Thanks for ordering for me by the way Yatta-""OF COURSE! I’ve had your favorites memorized for years!!.”

“Hey, you three need anything?” A new voice asked, one of the ones Rudie had heard earlier. It was a deeper voice, yet with a softness that felt protectively warm. Which was strange to say about a voice he’d just heard, but it was true. “NOPE! I-I mean nope-” Yatta clarified, seemingly very aware at that moment that she was probably too loud there. “Hehe, it’s okay to be enthusiastic-” The new voice began to say, before Yatta interrupted them. “Oh! Actuallyyyy, Looey!! You want anything else? This place, I've been told, has the BEST sweets!” She’d say, probably leaning on the table with two hands while bouncing her seat judging by how Rudie felt the box shift a bit repeatedly. “Yatta, you can just tell me what you want, hehe; what do y’all have here Mr… Sprout? Oh-” Looey asked, seemingly a bit surprised. Ohhhh this place is “Sprout’s”, that must be The Sprout! Rudie thought, understanding now. “Yes, I am that Sprout! we do a little bit of everything around here. In any caseee, I do have quite a few options for you.” Sprout would go off listing a few different items, brownies, swiss rolls, cinnamon buns, casual stuff. (Was this place a diner or a bakery?) Mmm, Rudie hadn’t tasted the majority of those things but it all sounded appetizing!! “Hmm, maybe a cinnamon roll that sounds soooo good right now. Whad’ya think Blot?” Looey asked, but Blot didn’t say a word in his strange language. Seconds after Looey’s question, he’d seemingly respond to something that wasn’t verbally said. “Oki oki, Yatta, how about you?” Looey asked exasperatedly; Rudie got the feeling it may be because the part of the table that Yatta’s voice came from was vibrating from her movements. “Well, OKAY if you insist!!” “Keep it to one thing, PLEASE.” “FINE!! Just, hmmm- ooo- I’ll need a minute!” “Just the two cinnamon rolls for now then.” Looey finished with a chuckle. Blot didn’t seem to be talking at all now. Perhaps it was because most people couldn’t understand the way he spoke… hm. Maybe after everything’s over, if things go well, I could learn it! Rudie thought optimistically, which only further motivated him. Motivation could only carry him so far unfortunately.

Afterwards, the Beans would leave the diner and Rudie would be left just thinking about how he could get his hooves on that dessert as a normal Borrower. It would be hard to say the least… but he supposed it was a good thing that he wouldn’t exactly be a normal Borrower soon enough! He really hoped Looey would be going home soon, if he could just have another quiet moment with Looey he might actually be able to do it. You know… a moment where Looey wouldn’t be busy, maybe after the performance he’d been talking about all this time. Rudie bit his lip as he debated on this. He wassss more than a little frustrated with himself. He didn’t necessarily enjoy putting things off, and he knew that that was exactly what he was doing. He reached a hoof up to stabilize himself as the box was jostled with Looey’s movements. This is so dumb… I know why I’m scared to tell him- but I ALSO know that I need to for both of us!! So… why can’t I? He realized that it didn’t really matter if he knew what he needed to do, all that he knew was that he had to try, to force himself into that moment! He slid a few inches as the vehicle took a turn, apparently they were driving somewhere and they had set the box inside the car at some point. “We need to find somewhere good to park so we can walk… maybe the park?” “.mih htiw luferac eb ,attaY -ertaeht eht ot ybesolc eb ll’ew rac eht ot kcab klaw ew nehw neht ,haeY” “Of course!! I’m ALWAYS careful!” The box was opened again, and Rudie looked up to see Yatta’s head turned to look inside as she sat in the seat next to his box. It felt so weird to call this box his, but that’s simply what it was at this point. Yatta watched with a bitten lip whenever Rudie slid around, before eventually she’d scoop him up suddenly and hold him. “Heh… your fur is so so soft.” She spoke, quietly for once, while Rudie held his breath and just let it happen with little protest. I mean… What was he supposed to do? The warmth of the hands underneath him felt so strange… he could practically feel the life within her. Rudie stiffened up when he felt one of her fingers gently stroke between his antlers, before slowly relaxing; the sensation felt nice, but he did not want to get used to it. Eventually the car would stop, and he’d be put back in the box as the three got out and seemingly decided to take it with them.

Rudie had no idea who was holding the box, but whoever it was, they were slow and careful… so definitely not the one they call Yatta. Rudie sat and listened and felt the vibrations as the trio walked together. The movement of his box was calm, collected, so it felt a bit more like Blot’s doing, though Looey could be that way with Rudie. It turned out Rudie was correct in his thoughts about Blot. “Ooo!! Looey can we please stop for a minute? I need to refill my stash!” Yatta exclaimed suddenly, about what, Rudie wasn’t sure; he was sure that her voice came from the box’s left which meant it cleared without a doubt that it wasn’t her holding the box. “Anddd where are you gonna put it?” Looey's voice responded from the right. “Uhhh- in the box of course!” Well, that told Rudie that Blot was the one holding him. “With Cane? He’d eat it!” Why was he so quiet all of a sudden? It didn’t seem like Blot was going to contribute to this conversation, which did contribute to Rudie’s earlier suspicion. “Come on, it's not like THAT much could fit in that tiny belly.” Yatta reasoned, before a bell would sound somewhere. Rudie was familiar with bells, both from the farm house and from where he met Ginger. He loved all of the different sounds they made… but Jingle Bells felt the best. “Well- fair enough. Here Blot, I don’t think they’d allow pets in, could you stay out here with Cane please?” Looey asked, a strange edge of anxiety in his voice. Blot didn’t respond, at least not with his voice, before Looey would head on inside after what Rudie could only presume was some kind of wordless exchange. Ginger and Bobette had them all the time whenever they were set to go somewhere new. Rudie never had any idea what they were thinking during moments like that, just that it wasn’t good usually. The box would shift around a bit, and eventually Blot would open the top of it and just gaze in. His expression was unreadable, though there was something soft about it. Noises would come from him, like usual, and for a moment Rudie thought he might understand a word or two, perhaps his given name, Cane? He tilted his head intently as he tried to decipher the strange language. The speaking was strange… but there was no way there weren’t words in that. All the more incentive to speak to Looey, because then he could ask him stuff! Wouldn’t that be something?

Blot would close the box back up once Looey and Yatta had returned, only for multiple pieces of quite colorful candy to be shoved into the box all around him… the sweet smell was nearly overpowering. Rudie mentally prepared himself for a battle of wills to not eat all of Yatta’s candy, but thankfully it was for naught because she simply unwrapped one of the yellow candies and offered it to him… simple and round. He was not familiar with the taste, but it was of a sweet tang. He couldn’t really bite into it well but he was able to lick it a good bit until he was able to. That was a nice treat, at least made him a smidgeee more amicable toward Yatta despite what she said yesterday. He smiled up at her just before the box would be closed again, and for the moment all seemed well. Rudie didn’t pay much mind to their talk, and primarily just focused on enjoying that candy. After a bit of walking, something happened on the outside. “Hey, careful!” Rudie would hear Looey say suddenly, before the box would shake suddenly and hit the ground, hard. “AH-” Rudie yelped as his head hit the ceiling, and he landed on his front, entirely splayed out on the ground of the box as he clung to what remained of the soft yellow candy, and groaned quietly. “...wO” “Blot! Are you okay?!” Yatta asked, and Rudie would hear a brief scuffle outside. “Oh- fishsticks-! Sorry I’m running late- Sorry!” Someone called back to the trio presumably, their voice getting further little by little. “-hhh ,won tew lla m’I …grU” Blot mumbled, and soon the box would be picked up. “Don’t worry- I’m sure you’ll be- well- your version of dry soon-” Looey assured, just as the three started walking and he opened the box to look over Rudie with a bitten lip. “It’s okay, I’m so so sorry-” He apologized sincerely, before gently closing the box again.” “…kni ym -emit deen tsuj …enif eb ll’I” Rudie rubbed his head a bit, and would try to get comfy again. It was so lucky he hadn’t been hit by any of the candy that had gone flying. It would be soon after this that Rudie would hear another bell, this time followed by multiple voices. His ears flicked… there had to be about four other people in here that weren’t the troupe; wherever here was, at least. Beans moved on from thing to thing wayyyy to fast, he thought.

“Oh- hey! You looking for something for the D-O-G?” The cheerful voice from earlier asked, and an equally energetic but deeper toned voice responded. “Oh- ha! I always am Shells, but uh, you know, I’m also looking for something for a smaller friend-” Rudie tilted his head to try and listen better. “Ooo! What are you thinking? A hamster, a guinea pig, a mouse?? Ooo birds are kind of small. You know, a lot of birds are distant descendants of dinosaurs! It’s something about their bone structures that stuck out to-” Shells rambled, before getting cut off. “Yes, Shells, I remember haha! I wish I could listen more but I should get going, friend- can you ring me up?” “Oh, yeah of course! Follow follow- oh, wait over there a second-” Rudie sat up a bit, idly chewing on the candy. He could only imagine the visuals. He imagined a sea shell Toon perhaps, excitedly rambling in one of the isles, clearly a lovely shop owner… but who was she talking to? They sounded pleasant, charismatic, but something seemed off about him. He sounded sturdily built, if that made sense… maybe he was a brick, or a tree? Rudie couldn’t be sure. He sounded firm, actually. “Miss, miss- please- I know they might look good but you can’t eat the ants-” Shells scolded elsewhere in the store now as Looey and Yatta discussed something Rudie wasn’t paying attention to over his head. All he heard from the mysterious ‘miss’ was a shuffling that sounded strangely like shifting paper. The bell rang as they left, from the seems of it. “Bye!! Hope to see you again soon, heh.” Shells added on as they left, rather weakly. “Everything alright, Shelly?” The mysterious tree or brick Toon asked. Seemingly softer so Rudie was leaning more towards a Tree being what he was, something plant-based. “Eh… been better. I’m just nervous y’know? After that freak ‘earthquake’ a couple weeks ago that Ruined the Museum’s wholeee event that I spent all that money on, I’ve been working so much just to make sure it stays open, but it’s like no one even knows it’s there. So many people were going to come but now it’s just… ruined. And I miss you, and them- we hardly hang out anymore, the lot of us!” Shells protested, quietly enough that the Circus Troupe and any other Beans couldn’t hear, but loud enough so Rudie could; perks of the Reindeer Ears. He imagined her seated at a chair behind a front desk of some kind, reclined and just ranting to this Tree Toon that had various supplies in tow just waiting to be out of there hehe… Eh, he sounds too caring for that. “Oh… Shells, you know how busy I am- why do you say ‘earthquake’ like that?” The other voice asked suddenly at the end, and Rudie wondered what he meant. “Well, come on- we don’t live on any fault lines, not even near any, it happened and was gone in a matter of seconds but not before causing some damage, and… I don’t know, it was just weird.” “Shells, it was just an accident- a freaky one- but y’know nature; it’s unpredictable. An earthquake was all it was.” He assured, almost forcefully, but with a comforting enough tone to supplement it. Shells would sigh, and say that he was right, before finally ringing him up. “Heh… well, see you later D- Watch out!”

Away from Rudie’s vision, the mysterious other Toon had his eyes locked on Looey’s hand that grasped the box, and on the claw that had retreated as suddenly as it had appeared. Looey had an uncomfortable look about him, before finally tugging the box away from their grasp. “Oh, heh-! Sorry, folks, just zoned out for a second. I don’t believe I’ve seen you three around here before?” He asked, smiling up at the three. Looey, Yatta, and Blot all exchanged a look with each other, before Looey cleared his throat and answered. “Well, we’re the Circus Troupe! Name pending hehe… we’re putting on a show later tonight actually- Razzle and Dazzle were handling the advertising and stuff.” Looey explained, smiling as brightly as he could. “Wonderful, wonderful- I suppose that’s what the flyers are about, eh?” He asked Shelly, just as the Fossil took a glance at the door where a flyer had been taped on a few days ago. “Oh! Yes, I thought I recognized these three!” She said while the other Toon looked at the flyer and smiled. “Well, that’s a convenient time. I suppose I could take time out of my schedule to attend, if you want, Shells!” To say that Shelly beamed when he suggested the idea would be an understatement. “Ah!! You really mean that, sure yes of course!” “Well, it’s a date! Not, literally- I’ll see if the others can join us, bye now!” He’d finish, the bell ringing again as he left. “The others? Oh! Yeah, rightttt- see you then!!” She waved excitedly to him, just as the Trio reached the counter. “Alright!! Will that be all today?” She asked Looey with a wide grin. “Yeah, I reckon so! Hope you two will enjoy the show hehe…” He responded, as Shelly got the transaction ready. “I’m sure we will! You three seem like such fun!” She assured, and Looey and Blot perked up a smidge more… Yatta was already grinning and swinging her arms as she waited for the payment to be finished, before she remembered something. “Ooo! WAIT- do you have any reindeer food??”

“Okay, what do you two wanna practice first?” Looey asked the two as they huddled together. Blot warbled something, with Yatta nodding enthusiastically. “Yeah!! That’s definitely your best one!” Yatta exclaimed, the confetti on her horns standing on end. “Agreed, agreed; glad we got that pie for it!” The three would ramble on to each other, with Rudie’s mind drifting. It wasn’t that he wasn’t paying attention, he just had a lot on his mind right now. He really hoped that the others would be accepted too, once he told. Bobette, Coal… Ginger. Coal would probably be accepted pretty easily since she wasn’t a Borrower, but Rudie worried for Ginger most of all. He didn’t want to think about that right now, so instead he closed his eyes and thought of Christmas. This next one had to be a good one, he just knew it. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the outdoors. It reminded him of Coal quite a bit, as she usually smelled like the outside with how much she ventured away from them. Rudie looked up to the sky as laughter filled the stage, and warmth filled his mind. Bobette had lured Rudie out from a bush one day, a few years back, not long before they met Ginger, actually. The two of them had been in a park staying under a tree where they had found an abandoned den. That had been a wild time for the two of them. Rudie followed Bobette, cheerfully, and with a significantly less amount of thought in relation to the 25th of December. He was nervous however to be greeted by Coal shortly after this. The large dog was just laying there on the grass, not far from the bushes at all. She perked her head up only slightly, gave the air a sniff, and promptly laid her back down on the grass. She was utterly unbothered, to say the least. Bobette had given him a side-eye, and smiled. “Don’t worry, she’s a big ol’ softy!” She had reassured him. This wouldn’t have been the first time he had ridden her, before reaching the tree he was forced to ride her out of necessity, but he had been more focused on keeping his eyes closed and burying his face in the fur as he tried desperately to distract himself from the unnaturally, at least for him, high speeds. After a bit of coaxing, the bauble had managed to get him up on her back, and she would sit behind him. Well, ‘sit’ was being a little generous; it would be more accurate to say that they were laid on their fronts and clinging to the fur with their hands and or hooves to the best of their ability.

Coal had risen to standing with only a moment’s stretch quite slowly. In time, Rudie would come to realize how extraordinarily gentle of a dog she was, but here he couldn’t appreciate it as much. He buried his face in the fur, and braced himself for high speeds that threatened to send his fragile body flying, but no such speed came. He looked up hesitantly, and flinched when he felt Bobette’s hand on his back. “It’s alright, she’ll go slow today- but if you hold your head up, you might just enjoy it anyhow!” She spoke softly, the smile clear in her tone. Rudie bit his lip, but he did have to admit that he hadn’t gone flying last time and if Coal was going to go slower then…? “Oh… well, alright!!” He exclaimed, as excitedly as he could for her sake as he raised his head to actually enjoy the view. “That’s the spirit! Alright, giddyup girl!” Bobette shouted, despite Coal’s quiet whine of protest. “What does ‘giddyup’ actually m-EaN-Uh!” Rudie tried to ask a question, but was interrupted by Bobette slapping Coal’s side, and suddenly they were off, decidedly not slower than they had been last time but there was no helping Rudie’s current position. The little reindeer’s screams were lost to the winds with the sounds of Bobette’s whoops of cheer. Coal remained silent, but the consistent pounding on the ground as she booked it across the grass, through bushes, and between trees felt stable somehow. Through gritted teeth, Rudie looked ahead as Coal sped past so that things rushed by. “You’re doing great! Isn’t this great?” Bobette had called that day to him, and Rudie couldn’t help but agree. Sparkles in his eyes, he looked right, and looked left, trees and benches almost becoming blurry with the speeds. He could feel his fur being pushed down by the wind, and he could feel Coal through all of her fur as she sprinted. “Y… YEAH!” Rudie shouted excitedly, head held high as he took in the ride. He remembered the shine of the sun, and the pure freedom he had felt. It was wonderful.

Rudie yelped as his reminiscing was suddenly cut short, and he was pulled back to the present by the box being picked up and quickly taken to a table and set down with him and the bars facing a wall. Blot’s voice whispered something assuring to him, and at this point Rudie just appreciated the tone. He heard another voice suddenly, two of them. “Alright, alright, alright! You three are excellent!” “(It was exciting…)” “More than exciting! Thrilling!” One voice sounded rather joyous, and the other seemed eternally down in the dumps, but they seemed happy enough. “Hey, Mr. Raz and Mr. Daz!” Looey exclaimed, though it sounded like he sort of regretted it at the end. “Hehe, yeah! Love this guy. You must be Looey, and then this is Yatta, and then there is the Mime himself, Blot!” Razzle charismatically pointed out. “Real inky fellow, why’d ya head backstage just now?” Blot didn’t respond, and for a moment Rudie was confused, before remembering that most people obviously wouldn’t understand him, Rudie included. “(Razzle… he’s a mime… probably quiet.)” Daz said, with Razzle agreeing after. “Oh but of course. You three got this tonight! Dazzle and I have been going ALL over town to promote your show, and we’ve even got concessions ready outside. Are y’all almost ready?” Razzle certainly sounded like an exciting Toon. Rudie got up and took a seat at the wall closest to the sound of the voices, and he’d press his ear against the wall. It was opposite of the bars that Yatta had carved out of the box, probably by design. “YEAH!! I am so HYPERCITED.” Yatta exclaimed, though Rudie wasn’t sure what the word was… Oh, hyper, and excited, got it, Ha! He thought with a small smile. The beans would talk a bit more about getting ready for the performance, and real soon Rudie found the Circus Trio to be moving about the backstage area all getting fully ready as the sounds outside grew louder. The small reindeer was just glad that the growth in volume was gradual and not all at once! It felt like a disjointed Christmas carol like he’d hear in those movies back at the farm house. The sound was excited, but sort of subdued. Rudie made a curious noise as the box was lifted up, and Looey would sit with the box on his lap in a more secluded corner where the noise was lesser.

Looey smiled. He was so glad to have Cane. He had thought about having a pet before, but nothing ever really felt right. He supposed that it was just the kind of thing that life had to force onto him. Looey thought for a moment about getting all kinds of nice things for Cane once he and the Troupe made it big (no matter how anxious that thought made him) before suddenly the tiny reindeer leapt down. “Ah! Cane!” He exclaimed, scrambling to catch them, before realizing they had landed perfectly safe on his calf. “Oh- wh-what?” He questioned, breathlessly as Cane nuzzled into his gut a bit. The smooth nose felt cool, and the sensation overall felt like one of affectionate reassurance. Just how intelligent was his little Candy Cane? “You… you want me to eat you?” He questioned, feeling really silly saying that. I really need a different word for that… something cute, silly, but in a better way than ‘eat.’ He thought, unable to come up with anything right off the bat. Cane just stared at him, those red and green eyes not having a thought behind them, or so he thought. “Looey!! It’s almost time!! We got this!” Yatta exclaimed at him, beckoning the balloon dog over. She stood in the doorway, Blot behind her dusting himself off as they waited for the curtain to go up. Looey could distantly hear Razzle and Dazzle handing out concessions for cash, and even heard some familiar voices in the crowd. Looey looked back to Cane, the gaze of his little reindeer unwavering. “Be there in a minute!” He shouted back, but Yatta had already turned her attention toward climbing somewhere high up. Looey hoped the entrance went well. He would pick Cane up, and hold him right before his closed mouth. “Well… I hope it’s as good for you as it is for me.” Looey murmured embarrassedly. He hadn’t even set the Borrower inside yet, but he already felt his heart beating faster. He could feel claws extending subtly from his hand-paws and feet-paws. He felt his teeth elongate just as he opened his maw, the saliva strands breaking and reconnecting before Cane, though Looey didn’t see this.

The audience buzzed with excitement. An act that wasn’t by the Mask Twins was rare, so people were interested. Brightney found a seat somewhere off to the side, awkwardly taking off her reading glasses and setting them off to the side. She had cancelled the book club meeting she’d normally have with Dazzle and others so they could attend this performance. Elsewhere in the audience, Shelly sat crisscrossed alone. She could really use a pick me up like a good show. When she spotted a friend in the crowd, she beckoned him over with an excited wave. Razzle and Dazzle handed out popcorn and drinks to all sorts of Toons that stopped by. Razzle was absolutely gleaming with excitement, and even Dazzle couldn’t help but have the faintest hint of a smile on his face. Couldn’t keep him at ease for long though, the frown returned soon enough, probably from general worry. “Hey!! Big Guy! Theo! Yo! We got you a special seat over there, greattt!” Razzle called out, pulling Dazzle out of his funk temporarily as they directed a much larger Toon watching off to the side to a bigger seat that would accommodate them. “(Nice to see Trev with you too…)” Poppy showed up a smidge late, but was more than happy to sit off to the side with a can of pop and some popcorn! Meanwhile, Finn sat at one of the seats highest up in the booths, eagerly kicking his feet a bit. He kept an eye out for Rodger, who had invited him, but the detective was nowhere to be found. “I’ll just… er- sit elsewhere…” A paper craft would say apologetically, having been sat just in front of him a smidge lower. “Oh- Cod- Seally sorry-” He apologized with a pun toward the Secretary-Bird looking toon. Before more could be contemplated, the stage was alight with, well, stagelights. All were focused on what appeared to be a mass of ink in the shape of a person! With extended arms, white gloves shining a bit in the light, they’d whirl around to reveal a singular eye, and a mime’s attire. The crowd watched as he surveyed them with one hand over his eyebrow, before giving a cartoonish wave. Then, one of the lights would go out, creating a bit of shadow on the stage. The mime looked visibly distraught by this, and extended his arm outwards repeatedly as if miming a long pole that he’d use to tap the light repeatedly (with an actual sound accompanying it, courtesy of Yatta from the roof, hidden from view) until it came back on. He looked triumphant for only a moment, before he’d gesture off to the side, where on top of a large ball, came a very funny looking clown juggling three smaller balls.

Looey felt as if every sense of his was heightened. He had gone out on stage atop the balancing ball, juggled, fallen, and then helped Yatta perform the balancing trick. He could see every face in the crowd, both familiar and unfamiliar. He smelled the popcorn, and the faint scent of chicken for some reason, and generally the smells of the outdoors. He felt every nerve vibrate in excitement as he felt more hyped than he ever had been as Yatta bounced off of his and Blot’s hands to land in the center of the two, right when it was time to properly start the show. He could hear the laughter, the breaths, the heart rates of his two friends… and he could hear a tiny voice coming from his stomach. Everything seemed to stop for a moment. “It’s only been a couple days and- Beans have always been so scary for Borrowers like me… but somehow-” Looey listened to the voice, and he knew exactly who it was. H-How could Cane…? Borrowers could talk. Looey felt his heart rate increase at the implications, and for a moment he thought he’d freeze up on stage; in the end, he shook it off, the adrenaline from his Pred instincts assisting in pushing the thought away, with the promise to deal with it after the show. Cane was secured, and all could be figured out later. Now is not the time to freakout. He was freaking out but he tried the best he could to shut off his mind. The show went on, the curtain falling briefly so they could do different acts here and there. One time, Blot was dressed up as a stereotypical criminal, Yatta as a bank worker, and Looey as an officer of the law; that was an act filled with slapstick. Blot found himself stuck in an invisible box once, and neither Looey or Yatta could get him out… until he found an invisible key behind Yatta’s ear; there was plenty of mimework. All three of them juggled, with his two friends eventually passing their balls off to him so he was juggling nine balls at once by the end of it much to the audience’s awe. Yatta did all sorts of acrobatics, even juggling both Looey and Blot somehow. She was the strongest in the group, that was certain. (Though it wasn’t like Looey was particularly heavy.) In the end, the three got into a line, Looey in the center for some reason, and they’d all bow to immense applause.

Looey’s tail couldn’t help but wag as his smile widened a most genuine amount. Visions filled his head, roses being thrown at him, calls for more, someone asking him to juggle their baby, all of the things. Of course it wasn’t as crazy as those visions, it was just the applause, but it felt just as good. He felt a smidge egotistical for those thoughts, but he was just glad to make people laugh. The crowd was decently large, and not filled with entirely friends and family so this night was definitely a win! The curtains would fall, and the troupe would head backstage to change back into their civilian attire, and generally just put stuff away. “WOOOO!” Yatta whooped excitedly once Looey and Blot had finished getting back to normal, and pulled the two of them into a hug while bouncing slightly up and down fast repeatedly. “That. Was. AWESOME!! You two did AMAZING.” Yatta praised despite her controlling the stage with her acrobatics. “Nooo, you were the best Yatta, I just-” “SHUT.” Yatta literally grabbed Looey’s lips as Blot picked up Rudie’s box once the hug ended. “You were AWESOME. We ALL were!!” Yatta enthusiastically encouraged as Blot chuckled and walked back to the other two, thankfully not looking into the box to notice the lack of Cane. “Indeed y’all are!” Came Razzle’s voice as the Twins quickly closed the door behind them, clapping excitedly. “That was definitely the best show we’ve hosted!” (“Better than ours… y’all are cool…”) Dazzle complimented sullenly though it didn’t dull Razzle’s smile. “They were amazing, Dazzle! And so are we y’know!” (“Mmm… okay.”) Yatta walked right up to the two and gave them a hug as well while Looey just smiled. “I’ll go start the car, thank you two so much!! Mister Razzle & Dazzle.” He thanked gratefully, waving at them as he moved to leave the room. “Of course, Looey! You can just call us Raz & Daz, we should go to dinner sometime the five of us, to celebrate! I’ll keep in touch! This was great.” (“It’s good we can keep the theatre funded…”) Looey would chuckle and wave them off as he got outside and started the car. Once he was in the Driver’s Seat alone, he looked down at his gut with a frown and a thoughtful expression.

The two would get ready for bed, and it would be all too soon before Looey found himself laying on the bed and staring up at the undecorated ceiling ‘alone.’ This has been… the weirdest and the best day possible. He thought to himself, the box that contained Cane resting on the floor at the foot of the bed. He had let Cane out and into the box (the little reindeer had been asleep) as he got changed into pajamas, and now he was left with just his thoughts. His pred instincts hadn’t fully tapered off yet, lingering due to his recent release of his Borrower; this was how he would hear the scuffling. He could hear Cane getting out of the box, which reminded him that he’d forgotten to put books on top of it. Darn it. He debated on getting up, but if the Borrower was like, actually a person, he couldn’t prevent him from leaving; that’d be wrong on SO many levels. Kind of like eating a person. He thought bitterly to himself. Then, he realized that Cane was trying to get atop the bed. Oh… he’s- coming to talk to me- like actually talk to me- just like he planned- oh gosh… what do I say what do I say what do I- “Rudie…!” A voice called out, tiny as could be, and he could hear Cane’s ascent up the side of the bed pause, before suddenly landing back on the ground with the quietest thud of his hooves. Rudie… He acknowledged, before his ears flicked slightly to listen. “Bobette? Hey…! Everything alright?? I was just about to-” “It’s Ginger- she’s missing!” Looey could practically taste the tension in the air after ‘Bobette’ said that. He bit his lip nervously, well aware he was not supposed to be listening to this. “What?” Cane- Rudie, Looey corrected himself, asked simply. “After our talk last night, I just couldn’t find her anywhere! All day since you’ve been out I’ve been looking for her with Coal but- I need your help Rudie.” She explained to Rudie, worry clear in her tone. “Oh… Garland… she- it- it must have been my fault! I scared her away with all my talk of talking to Looey-" "No, don’t blame yourself- she… she cares about us, she must have had a good reason to go. If we go right now with Coal, we can go farther than I did so we can-" "No.” Rudie cut her off, as sullenly yet as certainly as he could. “I…if- if Coal couldn’t find her, we’ll need more help than just the three of us can do. I need to talk to Looey. He- He’s a Bean, surely he can figure out a way to help us find her.” Looey’s eyes widened as he kept them firmly locked on the ceiling. Rudie’s voice sounded so soothing, and strong-willed. And he needed help. He needed Looey’s help. The two barely knew each other, and Looey just now figured out he was a person for Handler’s sake. Looey shifted on the bed a bit, debating on getting up. “Rudie… I-” Bobette had a moment’s hesitation, but from a wordless action Looey couldn’t see, she seemed to straighten up. “I trust you… Coal and I- we’ll wait, promise… just- please stay safe- okay…? And hurry! But- no rush-" "I swear on Clause himself, hehe… you know how serious I am about that.” Rudie responded, eliciting a chuckle from Bobette. “Of course… see you soon, Rudie.” Their conversation was over just like that, and Looey had formulated a plan.

Rudie looked onward to the moon, near the horizon, just over the treeline of the woods nearby. It reminded him of those forests in the Christmas Movies where they got those beautiful trees, but with much rounder trees. He bit his lip, and worked up the courage. This was it, no better moment than Right Now. He opened his mouth, the words on the tip of his tongue, and then. “I can’t imagine how hard this must be for you…” Looey began, visibly startling the tiny reindeer. Who was he talking to? Then Looey looked at him, and those large eyes filled with a distant sparkle that felt warm in Rudie’s soul met his own, and he felt a shudder. He was talking to Him. “You… you don’t have to worry about it anymore. I know.” Know? What could he possibly possibly know? He can’t know! Right? Rudie thought, thoughts rushing through his head, before a relief poured through him that he might not have to worry about direct confrontation. “When… when I ate you earlier before the show, my senses were heightened, and I heard you talk. And… uhm… shoot… I heard you now too, with that… Bobette lady.” Looey informed as softly as he could, head lowered a bit to try and seem smaller. Rudie just listened, chills shooting down his spine despite the inevitability of all of this. It felt jarring to hear him say Bobette’s name. The little reindeer bit his lip, kicking one leg in anticipation of having to respond eventually. Looey looked away for a moment. “And… most importantly- Rudie…” A deep shiver went down Rudie’s spine at his name. “I know about Ginger, and- I want to help you; to make up for um… well- eating you all those times- I… I didn’t know you were a person- which- sounds so stupid I mean you’re basically just a smaller Toon but- I’m just so so-” Looey rambled, starting to spiral in his nerves due to the situation, but that wouldn’t happen for long. “It’s okay.” Rudie assured Looey, the Bean startling a bit now as he turned his head back so that he could actually see Rudie talk. “Mr. Rodger… he explained it to me- it’s something that you have to do- I understand that… I should be the one that’s sorry, for um… um… never speaking up- and- stuff… it wasn’t very Nice of me…”

A big change is coming soon…

Tomorrow is my birthday.

I had hoped to finish Something New Part III before it, but it would appear that it’ll probably be finished the day of.

So Something New Part III will not be the last story I post as a minor; it will be my first story posted as an adult :3

It’s been a crazy time for me on the internet.

Since I posted Small Radish, Big Fox back when I was just a little guy, I’ve met so many people and learned so many things.

People call the Internet a horrible place, and say that they wished they had never been exposed at such a young age. Personally, I wouldn’t change a thing about when I got here-

The internet can be absolutely Beautiful, with the right care taken, and especially if you let yourself be cringe in your own beautiful way.

From here on out, I will keep posting my g/t and sfw vore content, and stick true to my roots.

Whether or not I’ll stay as my current name here- that remains to be seen. I hope to write a book about my Sona after all, and I don’t know how good it’d be for like- thirty years from now a fan finds this blog xd

Idk tho, we’ll see how it goes.

I’d like to offer some thanks to the people I’ve met along the way, even if I don’t talk to them much.

@baka-monarch thank you for being one of the first people to like my stories, and for being a great writer who I loved to read from <3 hope you’re well

@bag-o-gummies thank you, Squishy, for making my first piece of fanart for Tinyhunt all that while ago- I still have it in my Favorites album <3 and generally thank you for being a good friend and I hope you can go far for the stars- you deserve the best!

@thatoneteadrinker666 thank you Mintathy Spinchathy for everything; though we’re not close now, I still look on at you fondly <3 for your tremendous character- and honesty- I hope our paths will cross again someday ^w^

@random-ran-me I know you’re probably not looking at your Tumblr much anymore- so i’lll send you a message next chance I get >w0 thank you for being a wonderful light in my life- and giving me SO many memories-! I wouldn’t have my Sona and many of my most important OCs without you <3 I love you bestie 🤍

@poprockpanda Thank you for being such a cool friend!! Always supportive of chatting <333 and a great Sprinter

@brick-a-doodle-do Thankie Thankie for sprinting with me back in the day :3 and being such a supportive guy- both you and Poppy did great things for me =w=

@i-am-beckyu Thank you too for being my first commenter!! <333 you always the best cow slayer this side of the internet >:3 you’re support means everything- and I hope the best for my favorite Aussieeee <333

@nomfthenomfers And you!! Novathy :3 my newest Bestieeee- I absolutely love you <3/p and I can’t wait to see more of this new chapter for me with you and all of my buds on the DW server <3 thank you for being part of this new chapter for me-!!

@blurrybunnie and a final thanks, to you :3 (because I could be here all day naming every last person who I absolutely ADORE <3)

Without you, I wouldn’t even be here right now- it was you who brought me into this community and onto Tumblr <3 and I will forever appreciate your first bits of feedback and support when I released Small Radish Big Fox- thank you thank you :3

Everyone else- especially my Online family alongside Squishy- thank every last one of you too <333 and @jestermawz you KNOW I appreciate you-

Now this post has gone on long enough- x] I’ll be on Discord soon to thank my Internet Family and more too more personally-

Onto 18 :3

#g/t community #g/t #sfw vore #because that’s part of what we do xd #birthday #soon!#dandys world g/t #mcyt g/t #lesgoooo

The Best of Her

TW: Safe and SFW Vore, Ansgt-To-Fluff, Fankid, OC x Canon, Significant TimeSkip

WC: 3,878

Here we are!! :3 A story made for a friend of mine ( @nomfthenomfers ) due to a art trade we did; she gave me a reference sheet or two, and I gave them this of their OC x Canon Fankid, and Vee (Dandy's World)! >w< I thought it was meh but they absolutely loved it! I hope y'all do too :333

Happy Reading >w0

“Mono, are you okay?” She asked, approaching and assisting her movement toward one of the couches that occupied this room. “Mom… just- had a bit of a nightmare, y’know…? I know it’s late but-” She spoke in a small tone, initially resisting the assistance before allowing herself to relax into the couch. “No no, it’s okay. What about Sprout and Cosmo?” Vee asked, voice subdued, straight to the point while trying to be supportive. It was hard for her, but she tried her best to be soft when the moment called for it. Mono may be a teenager now, but that didn’t mean that she shouldn’t be ‘caring’ however she could. “They’re nice…” Mono said, pausing for a moment as she curled her ‘arm’ and held it close to her chest. Vee’s screen went static for a moment. Not that long ago, Mono had finally been allowed to go on a run for the first time… it went horribly. Vee tenderly caressed the prosthesis, expertly built by her with some help from Sprout and others. Her body was still getting used to the sensations, and it was difficult. “But… I-I just wanted you.” The little dragonbot finished, quietly as Vee got on her knee to be at a better level. “...” Vee was silent for a moment, thinking. What was the appropriate thing to say? Mono’s difficulties reminded her of days long past. Shelly had had issues after their first runs all those years ago, Vee hadn’t done the best job of comforting her but maybe she could use that, and other experiences like it? “You’re going to be okay, I’ll be here with you.” Vee assured, awkwardly to her but to the tired Mono it carried weight. “Will you…?” She asked, Vee’s antennas twitching a bit at the question. “Of course. That is an unavoidable reality.” Vee replied, tilting her head a bit, hoping it’d be taken with humor despite her blunt tone. Mono chuckled softly, but Vee could analyze from her expression, the way she curled her tail, and the slight shake in her prosthesis, that she was far from at ease.

Vee looked to the side, her screen going fuzzy for a moment. “If you need me too, I can help you rest in the way we used to. We as in the Mains.” She clarified at the end, hand at her side near a little compartment that worked like a pocket. Vee was an interesting toon, as she didn’t necessarily need to eat. She had a confusing biology, to say the least; on a surface level she seemed like a robot, but more accurately it was more of a cyborg type deal. She was mostly robotic, but she did have organic material within her, ichor like any other toon. While she could just charge her robotic side, her organic parts needed nutrients. The problem was that her body couldn’t exactly digest the solid food; so, Delilah had nutrients in liquid form specifically for her, supplied through a tube that was easy to retract around her chest. Ichor was a curious substance, however. Unbeknownst to any humans but Veronica, Vee did have a mouth. Many years ago, not too long after the Mains had been created, Vee had been with Astro alone, just friends hanging out. Vee’s face was a bit smudged, and after some pushing from Astro, Vee allowed the Moon to use a wipe to clean it. Then, when Vee was talking while he did it, suddenly Astro’s hand had phased through the screen where her ‘mouth’ was. It became clear through future self-diagnostic tests that Vee ran that the Ichor that coursed through her had warped her robotic parts to some degree, intrinsically running through even her wires. To what extent the ichor had warped her, it was hard to say. It did explain why cuts on parts of her bled with ichor when by all accounts some of those parts shouldn't have been anywhere near the organic parts. At the very least the ichor had changed her screen to be some sort of illusion, with a real mouth hidden behind it. It didn’t mean she could eat normal food, though, it only meant that she had a different way to drink those nutrients… she didn’t usually though, taste was a weird sense. As much as some had tried to get her to taste actual food, she didn’t want to risk swallowing anything as it would definitely mess her up since she couldn’t digest it. Her inability to digest did give her a little extra security later on, however. One day, closer to the shutdown, the Toons had discovered a way to shrink each other. With Vee being unable to digest anything, it opened up a new way to learn more about her composition. Astro had volunteered, and a new form of affection was discovered. Later on, it became clear that Toons in general couldn’t digest each other, so it wasn’t a thing exclusive to Vee when it came to other Toons, but her complete inability to digest did make her feel safer than others… even though her blunt personality wasn’t conducive to comfort, at least not back then.

Mono trusted her mother. Even after what happened, the pain in her arm, the nightmares, she could always find comfort in her. Mom wasn’t the most warm Toon, she bickered with Uncle Dandy, could be blunt, and generally told you how it was; it was that that made her so comforting, though. She did try to protect her, but if Mono really wanted to know something she would tell her. Mono couldn’t even begin to imagine a secret that Mom would hide from her. Perhaps whatever this candy was would be the first. It tasted strange, tangy with a hint of bitterness to it. Orange flavored? Hmm… reminds me of those skill check candies. Mono thought to herself as she contemplated the flavor. After her last question to Mom, she began to feel strange, though. “Well… it’s a shrinking candy, if you can believe it.” Her mother said simply, only a moment's hesitation as Mono felt something change in her being, overall. “It’ll allow me to store you away, like we used to. Can you recall those peaceful nights?” Mother asked, head tilted down as she held Mono’s head gently. Mono’s eyes widened a bit. “R-really? How come I didn’t know about these-” She was cut off as she made a noise of mild discomfort, and quickly became a bit smaller than she had been in her youth. The shrink was sudden, and mildly overwhelming as Mono squeezed her eyes shut at the sudden change in perspective. The ground she laid on felt different now, metallic in a strangely warm way. She took a few deep breaths, remembering what Uncle ‘Stro had taught to her in the days when her prosthesis was still being worked on. Her mom waited patiently, not saying a word, only rubbing her back with one appendage. It took Mono more than a second to process that it wouldn’t be her hand rubbing her back, and she would open her eyes as she felt air move past her slowly. Initially she tensed up at the sight that she beheld, but after taking a moment, she visibly relaxed and shifted to sitting with her legs crossed. She smiled up at the sight of the TV’s face, now exponentially larger than it had been before. Mono ran some quick calculations, and estimated that she was around 3-4 inches tall. “Well… this is nostalgic!” She reacted positively, smiling a bit as Mom inspected her form, probably making sure all went well. “Indeed it is. I do apologize if you felt discomfort, it is my understanding that the first time was always unpleasant.” The jumbotron spoke, the volume of her voice modulated so as to not hurt Mono’s ears. Mom had her hands cupped around Mono’s form, and just sort of held her up to the screen around where the outline of her smile was. “Take your time, Monolith- I want this to be good for you-” Mother began, before Mono cut her off with a hand pressed against the screen to phase through. “It will be… I-I really appreciate this. I might actually sleep well tonight, haha.” Mono chuckled softly, the sensation feeling so familiar as the screen around Mom’s ‘lips’ became distorted and warped, indicating that the illusion had been interrupted by her small hand. Behind the screen, Mono could feel teeth, and a warm synthetic tongue.

#safe vore #vore tw #g/t community #g/t #sfw vore #dandys world g/t #angst to fluff #comfort #comfort vore #shrinking #giant!vee #tiny!monolith #fankid #OC x canon #monolith is the fankid #Mentioned Nova #Nova being the OC that is part of the OC x Canon

Abandoned Carnival

Voretober Day #4: Carnival

TW: Twistification Mention, SFW and Safe Vore, Existentialism, Fatal Vore Mention, Major Angst, Fear, Eventual Hope for Fluff.

WC: 5,131

Alright, here we go again! Voretober Day #4, Carnival! Can't believe we finally made it to the fourth of October, feels like we're already almost halfway through November- that's crazy! XD

In any case- sorry this took so long lol- it's a doozy! I really really hope y'all enjoy this one!! It is my angstiest one yet, so I hope ya can reach the end for the glimmer of a fluffy future x] perfect send off for Spooky Month! Without further Ado, let's start the show :3

Rudie blinked, and blinked again as the elevator doors opened to reveal the Carnival Floor. He didn’t step out. A hand was felt on his shoulder. “?okay ouy …Rudie” Rudie sighed, and turned to look at Blot, a strained smile on his face. In these three weeks… Rudie had made a greater effort to understand Blot, and now he almost had it down pat. He could understand his own name at least, and the soft tone. “Of course… Christmas is soon, how could I not be?” It wasn’t for another month or so, but that didn’t matter. It had always been one of the few things that brought him joy. Rudie would turn back to face the awaiting floor, and sigh as he took a hoofstep out, and Blot followed. The ceiling stretched up high, nearly higher than could be seen if it weren’t for the lights. The floor was dim, with lots of colors that had faded from all the time that has passed since the center had closed. Rudie frowned as he moved down a path, seemingly made out of dirt but in actuality was paved brown with fake grass lining the sides of it. On either side of him and Blot were various carnival games, prizes adorning the shelves with water guns and towers of cups at the forefront. Far ahead, if Rudie looked past the many stalls in the distance was a massive tent where the performances had been held. It brought a faint tear to his eye, the memory of sitting alone in the stands while Looey, Yatta, and Blot had all practiced their acts with him as a stand-in for the audience. He turned back and watched as Blot fiddled with the water guns, eventually getting a weak stream to hit the clown targets. Rudie smiled weakly, and walked right over to him, keeping an eye out for any Twisteds that may be around. “Having a holly, jolly Christmas?” He asked, peering over his shoulder as one of the Clowns fell from the water. “.am I esoppus …Yeah” Blot answered, climbing over the counter and grabbing one of the juggling balls that stood as a prize. “nrael to detnaw syawlA ?...juggle to woh me hcaet gonna reve You” Rudie caught a bit more of that as he watched Blot toss the ball from one hand to the other. “You… want me to teach you how to juggle?” He asked, nodding when Blot nodded in response. “I mean, I suppose I could- I’m not the best teacher though.” They both know who would have been. “Come on though, I’ll teach ya after this! Could be fun… but we do need to extract first.” This wasn’t just a stroll down memory lane after all.

The two of them had come onto this duo run to show that they could still contribute, as they’d been granted reprieve from Runs after what happened, happened. Rudie moved along the floor, Blot sticking close despite the vastness of this particular floor. He got to work extracting next to an abandoned hot dog cart, and Blot would scavenge not too far away, picking up tapes and items as needed while Rudie gazed into the viscous liquid that filled the machine. It was hard to think about… stuff. His mind used to be so quick, and full of just so many thoughts. Sure, it was usually about Christmas or Looey, but now things felt emptier, emptier than they were before. Rudie had always struggled to feel… like a Person, you know? Looey gave him a purpose outside of just Loving Christmas, but now… he had even less of an idea of who ‘Rudie’ was than he did before. He sighed heavily as the ichor reached the top, and a resounding Ding echoed from the machine as he waved Blot over for the two to keep going. So far no Twisteds. There should only be two at this point; Rudie wasn’t sure how the Twisteds got around or how they seemed to appear in strangely consistent quantities, but he couldn’t be bothered to give it much thought. The floor shook a bit under them slightly just as Rudie spotted the next machine by the Bathrooms, and a third one by a tree. Rudie and Blot both maintained their footing as they kept going. “Uh… probably just the building settling or something hehe- hhh. Reminds me of a herd stampeding.” Rudie said, to no one in particular, though Blot listened intently. Rudie would extract by the bathrooms, and Blot would work at the one by the tree… it was all routine. Although the last machine seemed to evade the two as Rudie looked around while he spun the wheel, and occasionally input the passcode needed to keep working at it. These machines… They were supposed to only need the passcode once in a short time frame, but because of a lack of maintenance they just Kept Asking. It reminded him of whenever Gourdy and Toodles tried to peek at their presents during the Christmas Season, always asking and having to be chased off. At least they could be reasoned with. The memory brought a faint chuckle to his face as he finished the machine, and made his way to the Circus Tent.

His heart pounded. What was this…? His nose would begin to glow, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw nothing to his left, but it was when he looked to his right that he nearly screamed. A chest partially covered by a tattered white shirt with polka dots rose and fell from the sleeping form of a Massive Twisted. It wasn’t any Twisted. It was Looey; and judging by the ribbon-like tails that rested nearby, it would appear both he and Yatta were curled up in a sort of sleep pile. Looey rolled over onto his side slowly, now facing Rudie as the ground shook slightly from his movements. Well… that was where the shaking had come from. Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, HOLY GARLAND. Rudie’s heart raced as he could feel his lungs threatening to unleash a scream louder than any Twisted’s, but he had to refrain. He kept a hoof over his mouth as the other idly turned the wheel, and he kept his eyes on Twisted Looey. The others had said that they hadn’t seen either Looey or Yatta on any of their runs… maybe this was why. Looey’s mouth was fixed in what seemed to be an eternal frown, filled with sharp teeth as Ichor leaked from his ear, neck, and even a bit from his mouth. Yatta was clearly just behind him, and the faint snoring from her that was so familiar felt soooo much louder now. ERRR! Oh no. He thought, dread quickly penetrating his mind. He hadn’t been paying enough attention. He failed the skill check, right next to TWO SLEEPING GIANTS. He’d never done it before, but Rudie was pretty sure he was praying internally for his safety. Of course, he could never be that lucky. Looey’s eyes groggily opened, and almost instantly locked onto him. They were a deeply scary shade of red, and Rudie felt a shiver go down his spine as the brows furrowed, and the frown did change… to a menacing smile. Rudie let go of the wheel, and raised both hooves up. “U-um… Looeyyyyy- hiiiii-? Remember me?” Maybe he’s passive like Glisten…? Rudie thought, before a swipe would tell him otherwise as he just barely avoided being absolutely Yoinked by his paw. Rudie paused for a moment, fully surprised that he’d been able to duck that before quickly dashing away as Looey shifted to a crouching position before moving to standing. Rudie didn’t even look back as he left the backroom and emerged back into the sand pit. “Blot! BLOT!” He called, hoping the ink blot would hear him. Realistically, what could Blot do to help him? Not much, and he didn’t want him to get hurt either, but the panic was strong.

How could he let them down if they were already gone? Vee, Looey, Yatta… Rudie. He couldn’t let that last friend go. He just couldn’t. He got on his hands and knees, and tried to sneak out the back of the booth he was in. He’d just have to be faster, sneakier, inkier, he thought as he reached out to the ink that he had lost with that last statue he’d made. He would quickly get to his feet as the ink rushed back to him across the floor, and was reabsorbed. You got this… just- find him, extract that last machine, and get out. Easy. He thought, with a confidence he absolutely did not have. He moved toward the tent, sneaking between booths as Yatta searched around the bathrooms, peering over booths not too far away… but she seemed to be getting closer. With how animalistic these Twisteds were, it would not surprise Blot if she could smell him. He’d get really close to the towering tent, but just as he turned the corner he would yelp as he bumped right into something large and yellow with a few different colors dispersed. “Oh-” He said as he took a step backward. It was Yatta, specifically her face as she lay close to the ground with her chin on the ground, paws splayed in front of her with her back arched a bit and tails swaying idly in the wind. She was so big… how was that even possible?? The details of that night came back to him. Oh. He knew how it was possible. That night they had lost Looey and Yatta, they had been experimenting with a candy Yatta had created, a growth candy. Before they could test them, they had been ambushed on a lower floor. Both Looey and Yatta had tried to take the candies to try and actually fight back since that would’ve been a practical use to them… but seemingly they hadn’t worked; perhaps it was a delayed reaction. That didn’t explain how Yatta had found him though. “U-um… hiiii? How did you-” She would point behind him, not saying a word if she even could, all she did was smile and stare at him like Yatta used to stare at chocolate. He looked behind him against his better judgement, and saw a trail of inky footsteps leading back presumably to where he’d started. “Son of a gun.” He mumbled, before turning back around to see her slowly sliding closer to him with those bright, red eyes on him. “Haha… couldn’t- couldn’t let an Ink Blot go?” He asked, sheepishly as his heart began to race as reality slowly dawned on him. It had taken a bit, with the cartoon antics of getting caught like this distracting him, but now he remembered that he was in danger. Twisted Yatta wouldn’t say anything, and just smiled, eyes unblinking; it really felt like that’d be the last thing Blot would ever see. That was quickly disproven, unfortunately for Blot, as she’d suddenly open her maw cavernously wide, and lunge at him… At least Rudie and I weren’t separated for long… He thought, silently praying that his soul wouldn’t be bound to his Twisted Form, if he was even going to have one.

Screw it… merry Christmas, Looey. He thought, as cheerfully as he could before he’d lean in to just leave a little mwa on Looey’s top lip. For a moment, things felt normal. Unfortunately for our little reindeer, Looey had other plans; Protective Plans. Looey suddenly opened his maw widely after Rudie’s little kiss, and quickly wrapped it around his entire top half. Rudie’s face went from softly hopeful to blank terror faster than you could say Merry Christmas. “WAIT-” Rudie screamed, but it wouldn’t be enough as Looey shifted to holding Rudie with just two fingers, and shoving him inside. In the very same moment the maw opened, Rudie was met with a humid wave of air, and soon after the tongue would cover his entire top half as he landed there once Looey let go. The little reindeer quickly made it a point to scramble backwards, but stopped just before hitting the teeth. They were IMPOSSIBLY sharp, and the mere feeling of the slick and smooth sides of them made alarm bells ring in his head. They were like jingle bells but wayyyy more discordant. Bells were interesting, Rudie thought, desperately trying to escape the situation mentally as his body was flung to a cheek and squished gently by the tongue. There were so many types, Jingle Bells, Alarm Bells, those little bells on receptionist desks, clocktower bells. Wait… gentle? Rudie thought, immensely confused. Despite the struggle he was putting up, trying to push the tongue away and figure out anyway to get out without getting himself hurt by the teeth, somehow the tongue wasn’t putting all that much pressure on him… and the teeth didn’t do anything either except look intimidating. His mind couldn’t wonder about this for long as suddenly the half-green and half-purple tongue pulled him toward the back, and continued to slather him with saliva as it did so. The environment was so strange. It was mostly light yellow flesh, but with the occasional stain of ichor here and there, with a prominent amount near the lips. The saliva was mostly clear like expected, but mildly diluted with ichor that stuck to Rudie even more so than the saliva already did. It made his fur feel so weird. He grunted, and wheezed in distress as all of the intense movements made it hard to keep struggling. Nothing would keep him from trying to scrabble away however, once he heard the dark tunnel at the back of this chamber squelched ominously, and contracted. He could feel gravity shift as the tongue flicked upwards, and the saliva that coated the tongue and Rudie made everything feel slippery.

“N-NO! LOO-” He called, before the muscles around him let out a twisted Glrkkkk that emanated throughout Rudie’s whole body as he felt the oppressive muscles suddenly ensnare his body as he left the tongue and entered the Twisted’s throat. Rudie shut his eyes as tightly as he could, not wanting to see this as he tried to push and struggle, but the force of each resounding swallow oppressively squeezed him tighter and tighter. He could hardly bear it as the humidity made him pant more than a little bit. He scrambled, and tried to prop his legs up to kick downwards in an attempt to push himself back up, but it was no use. Occasionally, his descent paused, and he was stuck being squeezed on all sides, but moments like that never allowed him the chance to go up, and once they were over it was followed by him being pulled further down, down, down. He groaned, and just tried to think of anything else as the walls shifted from yellow, to black, then back to yellow again. Then, as he got closer to another part of Looey’s body that sounded like many growls, and churning noises, the tunnel then began to have dots of purple and green, before switching to a spiral pattern. It was so wet. Rudie let out a last yelp as the tunnel suddenly ended, and he was pushed through into Looey’s stomach. The organ was tight, with spiral patterns that resembled a circus tent in Looey’s colors. The grooves pulsated, and the entrance he came from was shut tightly… far too tightly for him to try and climb back up. Believe him, he tried. He scrabbled at the entrance with both paws desperately, nuzzling his antlers up to no avail. He eventually moved onto his back and just sat in the cramped stomach and tried to take deep breaths. “I-it’s okay… it’s okay… This is just a nightmare- yeah- a nightmare that I’ll-” The growls increased in volume for a moment, interrupting Rudie as he winced. “Wake- wake up from…” He frowned as his denial quickly faded to acceptance. Blot… I’m… I’m so sorry. Yatta too- and… He decided to speak the last part aloud. “Looey… if- if you can hear me… I’m sorry too… I-I love you, Loo-Loo.” He said lastly, wincing as the organ shifted and he was jostled a bit. He laid back… and sighed heavily. It was clear there wasn’t much else to do, and he was so tired of the struggle.

Sorry for not posting a new story yet x]

Halloween Event has a chokehold on me lmao

Cannot WAIT to write Eclipse someday she’s soooo peak

I’m just gonna write two more prompts for Voretober since- it’s over now lol xd and then it’s back to normal stuff! Like Something New Part III 👀

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It's Still Light Outside

Voretober Day #3: Stretch

TW: Soft and SFW Vore, fluff, Little-Brother-Energy, mawplay.

WC: ???

Here we go again! :3 Sorry this one took so long- shorter fic this time but I'm hoping the next one will be here soon xd

Quick Preface: This Fic is 1000% SFW, and unlike all of my other fics this one cannot be interpreted as Ship. These two are siblings, and if you interpret it as ship please do not read. That is all <3

Hope you enjoy!!

Goob blepped a bit as he rifled through the drawers, and eventually got enough supplies to make Scraps a basic witch costume. “You’reee not using this dress right?” He asked, sitting crisscrossed on the floor as Scraps just stared on in disbelief. “Um- Yes?? You’re not using that one-” “Oh come on I haven’t seen you wear it in forever!” “Doesn’t mean I’m not using it! And we’re Not going Trick-Or-Treating right now I’m Tireddd.” She’d say, tugging the dress out of Goob’s clawed hands, thankfully just barely not tearing it. “You say that every year!! Then I have to go alone!” Goob protested, sticking his bottom lip out as he fidgeted with a hat idly to try and warp it to a point with tin foil. “Oh come on you know that just about anyone would go with you- and- I won’t this year! If you just wait until aboutttt- 8:00?” Scraps reasoned, offering a smile. She didn’t try to argue that she had only skipped out once last year because her friends had kept her on a run late the previous night and she needed sleep. Connie and Gigi had taken her down to a deeper floor and used an old tv to watch scary movies… they’d said that the Twisteds around would make the atmosphere ‘extra spooky,’ and for all intents and purposes, it had! Though it’d been dangerous obviously. That was also the case this year but this time she’d sworn she’d take him at night. Unfortunately, Scraps’ answer did not appear to satisfy Goob as he somehow stuck his lip out more. Scraps rolled her eyes. That look may have worked on Sprout and Cosmo when he wanted extra cookies, but it wouldn’t work on her! So easily at least. She rifled around in her back pocket for a few orangeish-pinkish candies that she’d borrowed from Connie’s hidden stash for pranks. It was a rare candy that had been banned at Gardenview because of the dangers it possessed, but now that the facility was closed and the humans weren’t telling them what to do, they’d been able to ration the restricted supply and even make more for pranks and cuddles.

“Here, have some of this to tide you over til tonight.” She’d say, moving to him. “But Scraaa- mph-!” She’d shove a few inside, and then a few more after that once he’d eaten them. Six candies, that should last six hours, just when she promised to go out with him. “There ya go, nowwww go on and lay down for a minute!” She spoke, a bit more cheerful now that she knew for sure she’d get some rest. Goob chewed for a bit longer than was probably necessary, and laid down on the bed grumpily. “But Scrapssss… wait that’s- that’s a familiar taste-” He dramatically gasped and looked at Scraps with betrayal. “You didn’t.” Scraps smiled pleasantly, bags under her eyes as her tail swayed idly. “I’ll tell Rodger on y-!” Goob’s voice suddenly got much quieter as he seemingly disappeared in a cloud of orange and pink smoke, before he’d be visible again at a significantly smaller size, barely the height of one of Scraps’ claws. Scraps prowled over until she could hop up on the bed next to him as he backed up a bit. “What was that, lil bro?” She teased, rather pointedly as she lowered her head close to him. “Wh- I’m only younger by like- one year! Oh- wait- heyyy that’s not funny!” Goob protested as Scraps giggled and picked him up by the scruff, holding him close as she rolled onto her back. “You are so mean.” Goob scolded, but it was even harder to take him seriously. “Hey, cheer up Goob! Think of it asssss, a hug!” She suggested, holding him almost in a handhug. Goob was silent for a minute, with a real grumpy look, >:[ before he’d finally speak: “Don’t tempt me with the thing I love with the sister I love.” He nearly growled out, but Scraps could tell that he wouldn’t stay mad with her for long. He crossed his arms as she shifted back to laying on her front, him held in front of her. “Come onnnn, you can’t be mad at me.” “Can and I will!!” “Sureeeee-” He grumbled, and before she could notice, he’d stretch his arms up and grab hold of the ceiling light. Curse those stretchy arms! Thanks to a mildly loosened grip, he was able to pull himself out of Scraps’ paws and hang from the light as he quickly tried to pull himself up the rest of the way! “Hah! You won’t be getting a wink with me on the loose!” >:3 The fluffy craft declared mischievously.

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Won't You Stay Here With Me?

Voretober Day #2: Stumble

TW: Soft and SFW Vore, Possessiveness, Fear Play, Death Mention, Near Twisting, and a Load of Angst. (Next-To-No-Fluff) WC: 4,106

Whooooo boy this fic is certainly a doozy @w@ I hope y'all enjoy this heavily angsty fic <3 (Day 3 will be fluff trust)

“W-Wait!! STOP.” Glisten called out, just as panic mode started and the last machine went ding! He was running out of time. “P-Poppy!!” The small Toon called out, hoping to explain the situation to someone, anyone. He ran as fast as his legs would allow, and nearly fell over when he heard a crash behind him as the Twisted apparently stumbled when they tried to dive for Boxten. “N-NOOO!” He called out, a sharp sob erupting from the Mirror’s mouth… or where its mouth should have been. Boxten quickly dived underneath one of those storage shelves that were littered all across the lower floors of Gardenview. It was here that he tried and nearly failed to catch his breath. “Boxten!! Have any of you heard from Boxten?? He’s not answering his radio.” Poppy! It was her! Boxten looked all around to try and find Poppy; it sounded like she was close to the elevator! Boxten kept going, before coming to a pause as he heard something. Low sobs, stifled to the best of Glisten’s ability behind him as the Twisted sat with their knees hugged closely to their chest, clearly well aware that the rest of the toons, save for Boxten who was unreachable in his current position, were all at the elevator. Boxten turned around, and bit his lip. Glisten… He felt bad about leaving them behind. Yes, the Mirror was a Twisted now… a Twisted that could be really dangerous, and had definitely chased him to the elevator more than once. But he was still the person he used to watch movies with back when the center was open… and he wasn’t like the other Twisteds. He spoke, he cried, and he was peaceful until the elevator door opened. The key on the back of Boxten’s head turned slowly as he debated, before he shook his head. No… no what was he thinking?? That was Unbelievably dangerous. He couldn’t stay here with a Twisted, he could… Boxten didn’t want to think about it, but all the possibilities of pain flashed through his head as tears pricked his eyes. He was Not the right type to do this kind of thing, that was always more of a Poppy, Looey, Cosmo, and Sprout thing!! So many other people really, reaching out… making sure he was okay.

Thunk! The elevator door closed in the distance, and Boxten’s heart nearly stopped. He’d taken too long. Now… Now because of his foolishness he was stuck in the middle of the room under these grated storage shelves, with a Twisted in the room!! He had no idea what to do, no idea of how long he’d be tiny for, and no way out. Boxten fidgeted with his bandanna anxiously as he felt his breathing get funny. No… no no , it’s okay, it’s okay! S-surely they’ll come back for me… right? He thought, trying to be confident in that, but deep down he knew that they’d probably assume that he had been killed down here. But he hadn’t!! He was still here!! Think, Boxten, think!!! What would Vee do? Probably think of a plan. He thought to himself as he sat there, trying and failing to tune out the sound of Glisten crying softly in the background. Hmm… maybe before his friends get too far, he could find his radio!! It would be where he had shrunk, ohhh he should have just used it immediately instead of looking for his friends! Sure. it was high up on a desk somewhere now but doing that climb would have been easier than this. Boxten took a deep breath and would shakily walk right to the edge of his hiding spot, and set one foot out to test the waters. Unfortunately once his foot touched the ground again in the open, Glisten’s head would shoot up, and the Twisted would stare right into his Soul. Boxten’s face went blank, and he immediately backed up to the center of the hiding spot, just barely out of reach as Glisten literally leaped for him, and tried to grab him out from under the shelving unit. Boxten clasped a hand over his mouth. He could Not afford to scream right now; he already had one Twisted with their eyes on him, he didn’t need more! Boxten let out a quiet sob purely from fear as he sat down with his knees hugged to himself. The Twisted’s gaze was relentless, and eventually Glisten would sit in a similar position. He couldn’t reach Boxten, but unfortunately it seemed like he was content in waiting. W-well… I, I can wait too! Boxten thought firmly to himself, set in his goal as he stretched out and laid down on his side, trying to seem confident. He ended up curling up into a ball, which sort of defeated that display unfortunately.

Glisten looked up, and then down at Boxten, adjusting his position a bit. He got on his hands and knees, and made a strange almost cooing sound. The small Toon nervously smiled. “Hey- hey hey… um- are you… in there?” His voice sounded awkward and he felt sooooo stupid; unfortunately he’d already committed and couldn’t back out. “B-Boxten… you, you’re really h-here…” The Twisted spoke. It was different from before, usually whenever he was passive the Toons just hung out around him and he didn’t say anything too specific. Looks like now he’d need to have a full conversation. “Um… yes? I-it’s alright, you’ll be okay- but… can you please please help me out?” Boxten asked tenderly, holding his hands together fearfully though he tried his best to hide his fear… which wasn’t a good attempt at all. Glisten didn’t seem to take offense, thankfully. “O-oh… of course!! Anything for my dear, dear friend!” Glisten strung the sentence together with a bit of difficulty, his voice having a really distorted and generally Wrong sound to it. Boxten didn’t think he’d ever get used to hearing him like this… it was so vulnerable. Don’t get him wrong, back then he would have been happy to help his friend out and be a rock to lean on, even if he wasn’t very good at it, but this was different than that. Very different. Boxten squinted as he looked up at Glisten. He hadn’t noticed it before, but the larger Toon did still have his mouth. It was on a part of his face that was shattered, and it was pitch black in color which… definitely wasn’t supposed to be the case, but of course he also wasn’t supposed to be shattered and… b-bleeding all over his midsection. While Boxten focused on the details of the interaction, Glisten would be reaching both hands down. He wouldn’t have enough time to react before two hands would scoop him up into a cradling grasp and quickly pull him up, too quickly. He let out a small scream as the motion was done, and flailed about for a moment before he felt the faded pink bow around the Twisted’s chest press against him. That mixed with the warm hands felt… quite comfy; of course that didn’t stop his heart from beating almost out of his chest, but it helped? Marginally? “H-hey… please- don’t uh- move so fast…? Please…?” He asked timidly, but the Twisted gave no response to that.

“What d-do you r-r-require of me..?” He asked, seemingly smiling down at the shrunken Boxten. “Well… if you couldn’t tell ahehe… I accidentally shrunk myself with an old prop!! Or something- Just, could you help me find my radio? Quickly? Ah- so someone can help get me back to normal size of course.” Boxten added on at the end, wisely trying to make sure that Glisten didn’t put two and two together that he was going to be leaving. He breathed a heavy sigh of relief as after a moment or two the Twisted would nod slowly and begin to move about the floor, helping him search. “Oh… thank you!” Boxten spoke gratefully, eliciting a purr from the larger Twisted, clearly happy to help. After a short explanation of where Boxten had left the radio, Glisten would walk the two into a back room that was normally closed, but now it lay wide open. “Just in there… um- thank you again- you’re a big help.” Boxten spoke, real nervouslike as he could feel the sweat beading on his rectangular forehead. “O-of course… a T-Toon as perfect as I needs to lend a helping hand to the less fortunate after a-all.” That sounded like Glisten. “Um… B-Boxy?” Glisten asked as he entered, and hesitantly slid Boxten off of his hand onto the desk next to the radio. Boxten took a moment to respond, mostly because he yelped and struggled to land on his feet and stay standing when he was slid off; a lot of waving his arms occurred. “U-um… yea, Glisten?” He asked, feeling a little more at ease thanks to the familiar nickname. “Can… um- after you get back to normal, and after I…” He trailed off, a few tears of ichor falling from his eyes before he’d shake his head and get back on track while Boxten fiddled with the radio to try and get it to turn on again. “May we watch a movie together…?” The question made Boxten freeze for a moment. “Oh…” That would be impossible. The Marvelous Mirror, as he sometimes called him jokingly when Boxten was feeling comfortable, would pose too much of a threat to the others. Heck, Boxten even being in close contact with him could be dangerous even if the Mirror wasn’t doing anything. “Of… Yes, yes we can. But first, could you step outside for a minute, I need to be alone for a moment.” He pleaded slightly, clasping his hands together. “O-oh.. pr-promise me you won’t run…? I… I don’t want to be alone…” Glisten asked, and it broke the Music Box’s heart. “Yes… okay.”

“Oh.” The thought hit him with a daze as he closed his eyes and listened to the inside of the room. “Poppy, Poppy!! Oh… gosh- they must be too far away.” Boxten whined, his voice muffled through the door as Glisten focused, his instincts buzzing through every inch of his being. “Okay, okay! That’s… not fine but- at least I’m safe in here. I just need to sneak through the walls all the way back up to the lobby! Then… someone can help me there.” Glisten’s gaze narrowed. “Maybe… if I can get to the elevator I can make my way into the shaft- yeah- that’s good.” Boxten spoke so casually. He was leaving. Glisten was going to be alone again. He felt his instincts buzz louder. He couldn’t do it again. He waited patiently, and when Boxten came through a hole hidden underneath a counter that led out of that room he’d be in, Glisten was well aware. He let the tiny box sneak his way, and once Glisten was sure Boxten wouldn’t detect him, the Twisted followed him all the way. He had a plan, a plan to prove to Boxten that he could be trusted, and that he didn’t have to leave!! Luckily enough, Glisten’s plan was set into motion easily once Boxten let out a scream not too far ahead of him. The Twisted rushed forward, thoughts and movements a blur as he moved past the threshold of the next room, and saw Boxten cornered by a very agitated Twisted Shrimpo. The other Twisted snarled, and stomped their feet as they approached the helpless Boxten, already ready to do, well… despicable things if it weren’t for our marvelous hero. Glisten would rush forward, and tackle Shrimpo down, restraining him before pushing him away to scoop up Boxten and keep him out of reach once the Mirror got to standing. “Back away! He’s mine…” Glisten spoke as commandingly as he could manage as he held the small Boxten far above his head, and far out of reach of Shrimpo as the smaller Twisted tried to leap up and grab the Toon out of his hands. Glisten used his free hand to shove the Shrimp away, and eventually with an angry stomp, the fellow Twisted would walk away with a casual punch to the wall. Shrimpo was pretty bad at everything, but if nothing else he was strong.

The teeth never came, and despite Glisten quickly slurping his arm in easily despite its attempts to try and pull Boxten out, for a moment he thought the Twisted might come to his senses. He was sorely mistaken. “Wait.. w-wait NO!” Boxten yelled, kicking his legs out in an attempt to brace himself against anything, but it was useless as the tongue smooshed him to the roof, and the Twisted swallowed thickly. The muscles of the throat felt sooooo constrictive as the tongue slid the smaller Toon down down down straight inside. It felt like those waterslides Boxten had always heard about, but significantly more terrifying. The Music Box scrabbled for any kind of handhold as he felt the walls contract and tug as the maw disappeared from view, and soon all there was were the tight, black walls of Glisten’s gullet. “No.. no no please- P-please-” Boxten pleaded as he groaned with every squeeze. It was too hot. Too tight. Too wet. Too… scary. Boxten couldn’t handle it. His head felt woozy. The saliva mixed with ichor stuck to his skin, and it’d be all too soon that he’d be released into what could only be the Twisted’s stomach. Boxten landed, and quickly got to his hands and knees. The chamber was cramped… but initially it wasn’t as tight as the throat. Boxten’s breathing grew heavier, and heavier, and heavier. Panic ensnared his heart, and he would use one hand to hold over his chest as he could feel himself nearly faint. The ichor and liquids of the stomach lapped at him all around, some of the ichor almost ensnaring his legs. Though he couldn’t see it, his pupils shrunk and the whites of his eyes darkened to a light red color for a moment. He couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. He could only feel the walls of the stomach shrink and squeeze him almost affectionately. There was no stinging feeling, he wasn’t being treated as food, but he was wayyyyy too out of it to realize that. He’d take a few shaky deep breaths, and reach up to turn the key on the back of his head.

Short & Sweet

Voretober Day #1: Heart

TW: Sfw & safe vore, implied Severe Injury (Not-Very-Detailed), hurt/comfort, angst-to-fluff, fear. WC: 2,157

(Just a little thing! :D Gonna be making more stuff for P&B, alongside fixing up my Masterlist, soon!

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Tagged by @darkwing-katy eons ago. Lmao.

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There's no way I'm going to be able to get enough people to tag, but here we go xD

Rule: Post the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

"In a world designed to kill him, Tango was powerless, forced to offer himself like a lamb to the slaughter."

@jadedsundragon @serendipitys-dragon @skyspersonalhell @sweetietoppartandthoughts @deathshadowrules @flamingspud @pluvium @oshawottarchive @munchkin1156 @stresscr0w @azurecake16 @stormyblueberry @appleblocks

Ya know what, 13 isn't bad, I'm impressed I managed to find that many xD Did I have to scroll through the writer role in smst? Perhaps, but that's irrelevant lmao, no pressure of course!

serendipitys-dragon

I haven’t really written a fic recently, but you can have a line from a character analysis I’m currently writing.

“Above the government’s power.”

@tuithewriter @cherrysammieee @ivydoesarts @finn-hasnoclue

cjthewriter

This is from my main HG and CG hero au, that I've finally got back to.

"You were the chosen villain.”

@serendipitys-dragon @ivydoesarts @littlebiterbeetle @fransiesstuff @florathegtfan

florathegtfan

I haven’t written in months… (aside from school assignments that is) so this is all I’ve got for ya (Im pretty sure this from a Haikyuu fic actually which is funny cause I’ve been binge reading “goodbye Takeda-sensei?“ by banyuehualian (go read that if you like Haikyuu))

“I thought you were about to die again!”

@arc852 @plasmara @aslitheryprinx @dragonkween13 @dingbatnix @kcstarlight535 @valcove @number1skalesimp

dingbatnix

Rule: Post the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

Of friggin course the last thing i wrote had to be a massive run on sentence... Ah well, lets go for it xD

"A deep, ragged crater was torn diagonally across Sneegsnag’s abdomen, and his intestines, lacerated and bleeding, had spilled out over his hips, flooding over his lap in a grotesque tangle of red-pink muscle, tissue, and a yellowish membrane that connected each loop of blood-slicked intestine."

ಠ_ಠ thats 47 words

Idk if i know 47 people... Ough, hello everyone i may have ever possibly interacted with xD

@kayla-crazy-stuffs @da3dm @handheldsquishmallow @brick-a-doodle-do @munchkin1156 @quotemenevervore @i-am-beckyu @baka-monarch @skullsnbruises @gt-daboss @coolest-moon @plinko-popups @veyette @kitty-fighter @darkeninganon thats 15 only 32 to go @cyncerity @ingo4you @astraymetronome @colossal-red f this actually thats all i got the energy for xD i give up

colossal-red

Quite graphic- @w@ tis cool tho!! :3 you wrote well-

Rudie would try to keep it tuned out as it made him feel strange, but you know, there was only so much he could do with them being so close to him.

That’s it’s for me x] Part Three snippet-

@blurrybunnie been a while but honestly you’re my only thought that might be alright with me @ -ing them after so long @w@

#ask game #reblog #red reblogs #dandys world #dandys world g/t #tiny!rudie #p&b au

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