My version of Pluey for the Spiritual Sundication au. I love how everyone’s version of this AU is different because the MC of it is you! So there’s differences to it…
My pluey is based on my childhood toy, my love a lot carebear I’ve had since birth. I liked the idea of Pluey being a comfort stuffed animal Ame would take to church as a little kid. He’s so sweet and loving<3 I imagine Bishop Tenna wouls guard it with his life🥺
Here are some more Incuspam Drawings (design by @arcadekarpett ) it appears I am the Spiritual Syndication’s first Incuspam yumeshipper so uh applause for me ig. I rlly like his dynamic with the lightner, it’s very interesting and silly at the same time
I had the honor of designing NEO!Spamton for @tvgoop ‘s AND @arcadekarpett ‘s Spiritual Syndication AU, in this au, he uses a statue depicting the lightner (you) to make himself a NEW BODY, ofc that’s what causes the church to kick him out. Because impersonating their god is a BIG no no
His skeleton is made of rebar and his body is the cement that makes your statue, as well as a sculpted pair of wings.
He also wears a loincloth and his cunty boots remain
Hey everyone! Just dropping by to say I made an art fight account!
Right now the only characters on there are Silver and some of my Zero Gravity ocs, but feel free to follow me!! I will add more characters later!
tenna loves staring at you and he is creepy and annoying about it. he is used to being stared at and loves it so he doesnt really understand why you dont like it, and he just teases you when you make a fuss. when you watch something on his screen he is literally enjoying your face like a painting in a museum. but you also catch him unapologetically staring sometimes when you do anything - eating, talking to others, bending over... shameless
never know what to do with myself when i finish watching a movie. i cant just go back to what i was doing before bro i just had my mind permanently altered by cinema. i should have movie aftercare i should be sitting with the directors having my needs tended to as i process what i just experienced.
Having come back from the movies last night after seeing The Last Act, it fueled some thoughts about everyone’s favorite grey fatass (affectionate)
Thinking a lot about “my needs met as I process what I experienced”
Silver is based on how a wild ride at the movies can make me feel, the sensory experience of it is one of my favorite things ever. Especially with the way horror movies make me feel.
The idea of silver screen subjecting you to an experience that demands your attention, engaging deeply with a piece of media, he wrote a movie just for you. The characters are relatable to you, the story speaks to you more than any film you’ve seen before, and you’re taken on this insane journey in the cinema that leaves you an emotional, overwhelmed mess in the best way possible.
Maybe it was a horror movie that made your pain terrifying in a twisted, yet delightful way. You’re shaking with that lingering dread and pit left in your stomach, and he holds you in his big soft arms, stroking your hair letting you know you’re safe.
Maybe it was an emotional drama and he has a box of tissues at the ready.
You debrief and give your thoughts to him as he explains all the little details that were inspired by you and your magnificence
There’s no time limit, no ride home, just you and the miracle of cinema…
(I’ve learned that napping is actually really helpful for neurodivergent brains because it helps your brain process all the stimulation that you’re subjected to, so maybe he has his poppies ready for you…)
He doesn’t let you be alone for even a second, he makes sure you’re cared for and that you’re given the attention and love you need.
never know what to do with myself when i finish watching a movie. i cant just go back to what i was doing before bro i just had my mind permanently altered by cinema. i should have movie aftercare i should be sitting with the directors having my needs tended to as i process what i just experienced.
I KNOW ITS BEEN LIKE 10,000 years since I updated but FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO ARE STILL INTERESTED, RED TAPE IS BACK!! I wrote some of chapter 6 yesterday and am finishing it up finally today, Im a little rusty so go easy on me
😭😭😭 but to anyone still keeping up with tjis fic I GREATLY GREATLY APPRECIATE your dedication and patience (and cinema loves you too~<3)
So stay tuned!! Chapter 6 of Painting the Red Tape “Not what he Scenes” is going up tonight!!
okay so this one uses some headcanons that you may or may not agree with:
1. injuries that occur in the Light World show up in the Dark Worlds as well
2. Light World injuries cannot be healed by Dark World healing
3. Light World injuries will not heal within Dark Worlds, so healing must be done out of them
4. Dark World injuries don't show in the Light World unless they're not healed before leaving (not relevant to these ficlets, but i imagine someone will ask, so here it is)
Your crutches click on the tiles of the floor loudly. You'd been away from the studio for a while, an accident that had resulted in a broken leg. By how the staff looked surprised when you showed up, they weren't expecting you to show up. Still, they gathered around you, peppering you with questions about your cast and crutches. A Zapper, Jongler in his Mike costume specifically, ends up picking you up and carrying you to Tenna's office when you start wincing.
Tenna:
"Oh! You're okay! Thank you, Mike, could you put [name] on the couch, that cast has to be uncomfortable!"
"Sure things, boss." Jongler easily replies. His movements are odd to you, yet he smoothly carries you over and deposits you onto said couch, making sure you have easy access to your crutches before leaving. You manage to murmur a thanks to him before he does so.
"And what am I supposed to do with you?" Tenna asks once the Zapper is gone. His voice is light and teasing, at least. "How am I supposed to punish you for leaving me for so long?"
You giggle. "Punish me? Oh no, anything but the cuddles! They're the worst, so warm and cozy and nap-tempting!"
The stern scowl on Tenna's screen promptly wobbles into a chortle. "The worst punishment indeed!" He sets his pen down and gets up. It only takes him a couple seconds to join you, and have you very gently enveloped by his large arms. "And tell me, darling, what exactly happened?"
"Friends and I found one of those go-kart racing places, and decided to have fun. Someone else decided our having fun was pissing them off and intentionally rammed into some of us. They got escorted out after sending me flying into another unconnected person. She broke an arm and some ribs, the poor girl."
"Oh? Will she be okay?"
"Nothing got punctured, so she'll be okay. The owner of the place is covering the expenses as they try and figure out who that jerk was."
"And you?"
"Broken leg, several lacerations that have healed. Oh, and technically a severe head injury but the helmet I was wearing took that damage instead. Completely wrecked it, but better that than me."
"I'll say!" Tenna's grip on you gets tighter, and you can feel him shrink some. "But you'll be okay. Right?"
The smile you give Tenna is incredibly gentle. "Yes, I will be." With how much he's shrunk, it's not hard to wrap your arms around him. You two remain that way for a while.
"You have to leave again though, right?" He eventually asks.
You nod, slowly. "Yes. unfortunately. And I hate the thought of it, but I won't be coming back until I'm fully healed."
"I wish I could heal it for you." Tenna's voice is soft.
You gently move one of your hands to rest it on the side of his frame. "So do I, but some rules are over even you."
"I know. Let's get you back out, so you can heal sooner and be back to me faster." Tenna stands, letting you grab your crutches before growing to his usual height and adjusting you to be comfortable in his arms.
"I'll give updates as I can." You say as he walks out of his office. "It'll be awkward, since I won't be able to know your responses entirely, but I think I'll have a good guess or seven."
That gets a full laugh out of Tenna. "You know me well enough, my love! I'm sure you'll be able to know."
He takes you to the edge of the Fountain, as close as he can get before he can't go any further. He's careful to make sure that you're balanced and ready before he lets go of you, shrinking to pepper you with kisses.
"Go and recover, [name]. I'll be waiting."
You're blushing, and slightly reeling from the onslaught of affection. "Love you too, Tenna." You turn around, careful to not accidentally hit him with a crutch, and leave. You want to be with Tenna, but until you're healed, you have to be away. You know he'll miss you as much as you'll miss him, and that once you're fully healed, you two will be incredibly occupied for a very long time.
Null:
Jongler sets you down in front of Null's desk before skedaddling. Judging by his speed and silence, you are certain that Null is in a mood. Most likely one of his particularly nasty ones. You just hope he wouldn't take it out on you.
Turning your head to face him, you take him in. He's working away: neutral. His screen is off: bad sign. His usual office chair pushed to the side: very bad sign. He'd a flare-up in your absence, a nasty one. You already felt guilty over being away for so long, but this added to it.
"Tenna?" You keep your voice low, hoping that his pain is somewhat dulled.
Judging by how carefully he sets the pen down, you're certain that he's feeling the pain at full force. "That better have been worth it." He replies, his words a staticky growl.
You feel the corner of your mouth twitch. "For the fun I got before? Yes. After? Not really."
He doesn't respond for a few moments. You're worried that he's actually mad at you before his screen slowly flickers to life, materializing his usual face. "How long?" He asks, the static stronger.
"Until I'm healed? Couple more months, give or take." You shift. Standing is uncomfortable.
Null sighs, and rolls around, in his wheelchair. He doesn't give you a chance to say anything before he picks you up and sets you down by his knees. "And yet you came anyway."
You shift, trying to get a bit more comfortable. At least you're no longer standing. "To let you know I didn't abandon you." You look down as you say it. You know it's his largest trauma, and you are very certain you'd accidentally triggered it. "'m sor-"
"Don't." Null cuts you off. "You came back." Gently, he uses a single finger to move your head, to look at him. "And you will keep coming back."
You kiss his finger, feeling the soft texture of the glove. "I will come back." You affirm. "Still feel guilty I wasn't here for you, though."
Null scoffs. "You're worse off than me, doll."
"Mine will heal, and then after it'll be gone. Yours comes and goes. You have it worse, Tenna." You retort, though you smile slightly.
"I will argue with you on this."
That statement gets a giggle. "I know. And I'll argue back. But I think we should have a rain check on that, when we're both feeling better. I know having your screen on right now is taking you a lot of effort."
"You worry about me too much." His screen still clicks off.
"Personally, I think you don't worry about yourself enough. And since I have to let this heal in the Light World, I'll have a ton of worrying to do."
"You have to leave again." The static had significantly lessened with his screen turning back off, but even having that wouldn't hide how depressed he sounded.
"And unless I randomly get killed, I will be back. Couple months, give or take. And after I'm back, knowing us, we'll be busy for a while."
Null lets the silence stretch out, tapping his fingers on one of the armrests of his wheelchair. You know he's thinking, so you don't bother filling the air with sound. Still, you aren't very comfortable as it is, your broken leg splayed awkwardly in its cast.
"When you come back..." Null murmurs. You snap to attention, wondering what he's thinking of.
"Hm?" You prompt when he doesn't keep going. Whatever he wants to say, you can tell he's struggling with it. You have a good guess as to what he's about to offer.
Null clears his throat. He doesn't bother with the act of breathing, so the action surprises you. "When you come back and are recovered, you can play with my wires. Until then, you will focus on getting better. Understood?"
"Understood." You reply, feeling the blush come in. You know full well he hates being vulnerable, and to offer it like that? Your recovery time would feel like it was dragging. As you mentally make plans for when you return, you hear Null page for Mike, no doubt wanting Jongler to carry you out. He did hate being outside the studio in his wheelchair, so you didn't blame him.
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