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i've been playing this game a bit for brain melting purposes and obviously i decided to throw everyone's favourite fish fillet into it. because why tf not (fun fact the design predates the angler patient teaser so... I WAS FIRST JASHBDHAA)
might sketch more of him... soonnn-ishh....
vy tail explorations … it’s comforting to hold, especially when she misses family
August x reader! Part two
Disclaimer; Reader is female, mentions of pregnancy, slight violence, mentions of nausea and vomiting, August could care LESS that you’re carrying his child💔
A/N; sorry if this is lwk buns bro I kinda rushed it 🥀
It had been only a few days since the incident, you kept taking your pills, a lot more consistently this time. Desperately trying to avoid the inevitable, but you just couldn’t. You had slipped up due to habit and now he was back, and with questions. You hadn’t realized you forgot, the air was calm and you were able to plan for the future. Then, you felt it. The same familiar arms around you, the same blade at your throat. But this time, there was more at stake. You tried to act fast, but he moved before you could, slapping the pills away. Now desperate you pushed at his arms but it was never any use. Not now, not ever in the past. The blade now was digging into your skin now, barely hard enough to draw blood but you couldn’t help but panic more. Your skin was tickled as his face lowered to be right next to yours. Through your peripheral you could see that same smile that used to charm you just enough to let your guard down, though the same couldn’t be said for the current moment.
A deep laugh erupted from his throat,
“You really thought you could get rid of me? You’ll never get rid of me.” His tone was playful, but you could sense the intensity that was underlying his words. He pushed the blade deeper, getting close to any important artery that lay in your throat, but then he stopped as the first drops started to trickle.
“You’re a pathetic excuse of a person.” Suddenly, he disappeared. Just like that. That was the first time you actually feared what he’d do to you. Because, even though you knew you could respawn, you didn’t know if that was true for others.
This time you set reminds for the pills, making sure you’d take them. You couldn’t risk another slip up like that again. Except this morning, see you had to take them twice a day, in the morning then again in the afternoon. But upon waking up you noticed that you only had one left, just one that was only enough for the morning. So you made a quick call to your local pharmacy, after assessing the medication, the earliest refill that was available for pick-up was tomorrow. You argued on the phone for a bit, but it led to nowhere. So you had to swallow down the inevitable that you tried so hard to avoid.
12:53 - You stared at the clock that was on your wall, then you felt it.
Nausea.
You ran to the bathroom, before you vomited into the toilet. You hadn’t ate anything bad but it was common in the first trimester. Only a month and a half along, but luckily a bump hadn’t fully formed enough to be noticeable. As you thought, it hit again. Before you knew it you were over the toilet vomiting was you had for lunch.
Your arms were now rested on the toilet seat, head hanging into the bowl as your arm lifted to weakly flush the toilet. Only moving your head so the water wouldn’t splash your face. As you turned your eyes lingered on the trash can, where you saw a sliver of the positive pregnancy test.
You spent the next hour crying over it.
When the tears stopped, you stood. As you trotted uncomfortably through the doorway you were met with the stench of cigarette. Upon looking up you saw him.
“Food poisoning?” He asked, not even caring to look at you.
“Yeah. Food-.. poisoning..” You replied unsure.
“Yikes. And you cry over that?” He laughed, a genuine laugh. “You really are pathetic!”
You only stared at him, thoughts running wild.
This was the man who was supposed to take care of you? Of your children? The man who promised to change just to have a chance to make things right? The man who managed to already complete his stupid dream. You hated yourself for it, hated yourself for letting him in that night, for letting him have his way with just for a small dopamine rush. You were smarter than that or so you thought, and now he just stands there laughing at the symptoms you’re experiencing because you couldn’t take your pills that day.
As he stopped laughing his eyes gazed behind you, the pink tip of the test catching his eye.
“What’s that..-“ His voiced lowered, and before you could stop him he roughly pushed you out of the way. You watched in terror as dropped to his knees rummaging through your trash. You watched as he pulled out that piece of plastic that held the answer to your future, watched as he examined it, watched as his shoulders tensed.
“How long?” He demanded, his tone empty.
“…” Your mouth opened but you couldn’t breathe right, and nothing came out. His head turned to stare at your face. His eyes were bloodshot, with that unsightly view of blood rimming his eyes.
Instead of answering you ran, you could hear August yelling after you as your body managed to fit in a small closet in your room.
“Baby! Please.. please come out.. I just want to talk.. we can sit down.. I can be your man.. I can help! Just.. come out..” His voice had that same sickly sweet tone as before.
Then the pleading got more desperate.. more violent.
“You can’t escape me forever. You won’t be able to hide every time you see me. Come out now. Before I find you myself.” His words only encouraged you to stay quieter. His sudden silence made your body tense. You couldn’t hear his hefty footsteps anymore.
“Found you baby..” You heard right before the door to the closet opened, there stood August looking right down at you before he grabbed you roughly by your shoulder, his thumb digging your collarbone. Your body was thrown out of the closet, landing roughly onto the floor. Yelping in pain as he walked over, crouching down to your level before his hand snaked behind your head, gripping your hair as he yanked your head back.
“You should’ve come out.” He sighed out with fake pity. “Why didn’t you just tell me? Hmm?” His hand abruptly let go, letting your head slam into the ground. You winced violently as you desperately tried to crawl away.
“Uh-uh, I’m not done yet.” You could feel as his hand grip your ankle, dragging you along the floor. Then he stopped, until he tossed your now limping body onto the couch. As you landed he crawled over you, laying his head onto your stomach.
“Tsk-Tsk.. hiding such things from me? You should know better than to be so stupid. Because now..” He stopped before turning his head up to look at you. That sinister smile wider than ever.
“You’re mine.. mine for me to hold.. mine for me to have. Forever.. and ever.. and ever…”
Then your vision blacked out. The last thing you saw was his smug grin. Guess the pain and stress was too much.
Random Mention; He danced with your passed out body that night, humming over and over to “You Are My Destiny” Like a madman. Teehee.(I’m going insane bro)
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Extra A/N; I’m probably gonna write a part three? In the future but I’m NOT going to write non-con or smth so don’t even ask about it big dawg💔
comm work ^^
August as a father HC! Realistic (to me at least) and non-realistic! +Some toxic relationship HC!
Disclaimer; Mentions of subtle abuse, manipulation and degradation
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* after you’ve given birth to your child he still stops by, a lot more though but mainly just to ogle at your swollen breasts(freak)
* When you ask him to take care of HIS child he mainly says no, but if you force him he’ll reluctantly say yes
* Don’t be fooled though, he’s doing the bare minimum. He’ll only really be there if the baby is about to do something stupid or dangerous.
* He often forgets to feed his own child, so most of the time you’ll come home to a crying baby and a no where to be seen baby daddy.
* Now he wouldn’t be completely dense with children, sometimes he’ll watch you take care of the baby then attempt to mimic it(he gives up as soon as the baby starts crying)
* A lot of the time he’ll fall asleep when he’s watching the baby.
* Sometimes at night when you finally get your baby to sleep he’ll come up behind you and grope/ hold your breasts, mumbling about how they fit perfectly in his hands or how they spill out(depending on your size)
* He gets going at the sight of how tired and exhausted you look.(often tries to initiate sex but you mainly shut it down)
* He hopes to get you pregnant AGAIN.(he probably has a breeding kink idfk)
NR;
* When you’re extremely exhausted from work sometimes you’ll come home to a clean house and a sleeping baby, with August waiting for you.(He’ll sometimes cook!)
* Speaking of cooking I feel like he’d either be a HORRIBLE cook OR an amazing cook like Gordon Ramsay type shit.
* He’ll often tuck you into bed and take care of everything else if you’ve accidentally fallen asleep
* Horrible at doing laundry specifically.
* He tries to stop smoking as much around his baby(awe)
* Still loves your breasts. Still as freaky
* I feel like he’d love slow dancing with you! Like some Frank Sinatra in the background why he holds your waist.
Now I feel like he’d still be toxic .. so TOXIC RELATIONSHIP HEAD CANONS.
* If you ever threaten to “leave him” or actually start taking your pills he threats to end himself
* Casually hits you, not punching but more like slapping, pushing etc. (still abuse twinny)
* Has carved your initial into his skin vice versa. An A is in your thigh bc of him
* Manipulation. 100%.
* Gaslighting too tbh, i feel like he’s more psychologically abusive.
* Has definitely killed you when you’ve pissed him off.(you can respawn you’re fine!)
* He’s literally pulled some yandere shit before.
* You’ve gotten your co-workers HAND in the mail before. You already knew who did it.
* I feel like he’d make comments about your appearance, “You know I only like you because no one else could stand that face/body” kinda stuff
* But then would turn around and WORSHIP you like bro pick a side💔🥀
A/N; please don’t come at me😭 these are my head canons. Anyways i randomly had this idea at 10:40 at night so i just had to, NOT PROOFREAD.
I have a few pieces in my backlog from other places- might as well upload this here. This is the prettier? better? one of the og piece I uploaded a few weeks ago on X. I made the text boxes a lil nicer and fixed the text, though I'm still getting use to making this comic thingys
animal hopital seb SLOP. NOTHINGBURGER EVEN!!!
Can't help but wonder how Jester probably cringes inside every time Pierrot has one of his “episodes”. History is repeating itself yet again, only this time it's infinitely worse, because it's about a human.
I mean, how was Pierrot even planning to keep something like that a secret from everyone else?
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BG and lighting by @junoooo0o0 on tiktok!
More art below!!
jalapeno doodles!
I like the idea of August being a old timer, like he'll always say stuff like "back in my days" or have this idea that he needs to be the provider, he'll say shit like "married women should'n work" without noticing how misogynistic he's being
Also like the idea he would like to have children just to prove he's better than his father, but if he had a boy he would probably end up being a bit more strict, meanwhile with a girl he would spoil her rotten and be extremely overprotective and helicopter parent her at the same time
Fandoms stopped being a fun escape from reality when people started spreading the belief that you should prioritize purity over pleasure and the art you create must be a reflection of your moral standards at all times.
I'm so sorry for the lack of content guys. I've been working really hard with the next update plus it's not what i was planned cause i need to do internship too on this semester break. So i need to split my times and energy with internship too.
But don't worry i'm still working on it and taking rest too of course.
Because i feel bad for not feeding u guys, i'll just try to share the progress of day 2 so far. I've just finished all arts for wizzy's scene yesterday, and now i'm drawing for one of the routes in day 2. (EHEM... just jestyn being a freak like usual don’t worry).
I want Kingdom of marionettes to have a lot arts to make it more fun and not monotone. So there's gonna be a lot of arts. That's why it might take awhile.
Hatred
(A simple exercise in light and shadow)
I keep thinking — how much hatred must Jestyn have harbored, to personally end the life of the old king, the one he once entrusted with nearly infinite faith? Pipi said he used to cry secretly, often… Wizzy said Jestyn had changed, become someone different… My baby, oh… 😢
(The old king's silhouette is totally made up by me.)
So many people never learned to live with harmless discomfort at any point in their lives and holy fuck does it show
“But I wanna know!” You’re gonna have to learn to be ok with not knowing some things, especially when those things involve personal details about strangers that they’re not comfortable sharing.
“But it’s confusing!” If you take the time to educate yourself it’ll no longer be confusing. Otherwise you’re just gonna have to learn to be ok with being confused.
“But it’s weird!” You probably do weird things all the time. Everyone does weird things sometimes. Life goes on.
“But it scares me!” Is it hurting you? No? You’ll be fine. Being scared and being harmed are not always the same thing. Learn to tell the difference and then act accordingly.
“But I want it!” And I want a million dollars. You can’t always get what you want.
Addendum:
"But it makes me uncomfortable!" The world is an uncomfortable place and complete strangers are not required to fix that for you. Learning to endure harmless discomfort is a life skill for existing in public.
"But I don't like it!" There's plenty of things in the world and not all of them are fun or enjoyable or For You. This applies to everyone and we all have to deal with that in a mature fashion.
"But I want to do the thing!" You can't always do what you want. Most people learn this in preschool. Wanting something does not entitle you to be inconsiderate to the people around you.
Harlequin playing with death.
命运扭转，只需一个契机
人性，人类的劣根性
这篇是我割席设定，哥伦比娜存活。
★这个男的怎么拿着把小刀就敢跟一个怪物叫嚣？★
因为他傲慢，他坏，他知道小怪物们饿了很久了，他们很虚弱，更别提小怪物们身上的刀伤都是他干的，他当然嚣张。
怪物们忍让，他便觉得自己天下无敌了。
他在深夜悄悄回来袭击Columbina，与其说是契机，不如说是必然。他尝到了甜头，觉得不会有什么后果，反正Columbina过阵子就要被卖掉，不如自己先尝尝味道。
而这个怪物居然还敢挑衅他，本来就不大的脑袋怎么会想到Harlequin居然有触手呢，直接就是被扼住了喉咙，连惨叫声都发不出来。
★关于Harlequin的触手★
其实他很喜欢用触手，因为真的很方便，拿东西、捉鱼、悄悄绊倒小伙伴，都很好用。平时触手都会收起来，盘在身上，触手整体均匀细长，很柔软，灵活度高，衣服不算紧身，不会很明显。在进入马戏团后，为了让自己看起来更接近人类，他选择将触手隐藏起来，没有再使用过，因此除了另外五只小怪物，其他人并不知道Harlequin有触手。
★关于Columbina★
我对娜娜的印象一直停留在她是一个温柔且富满爱与生命力的女孩子上。
她是个很善良很漂亮，长相最接近人类的孩子，她是受一对人类夫妇抚养长大，和村子里的大家都相处得很好，因此才养成这样的性格。人类夫妇好，拿她当亲生的养，村里人对她也都很好，但是一些孩子和人还是会因为她外貌的格格不入而投去一些怪异的目光，这让她总是陷入自我怀疑，这样的想法因为养父母的关心而不会持续很久，但是却相当在意。
五小只是她第一次遇见的同类，长期积累的想法让她想要尝试和同类在一起，因此她选择离开村庄，和五小只一起生活。
Columbina填补了五小只对于爱与家庭方面的缺失，她让五小只感受到了并不是所有的人类都是可恶的，这份关心和情感让他们成为了完整的“一家人”。
但是马戏团的那件事打破了他们所有对人类残存的希望
如果她在那场事件中活了下来，我想她会努力让自己变得更加健康强大吧，或许会乐于尝试高难度动作和表演，而不单单是一个“观赏物”。
所以我给她设计的服装更加贴身，方便她完成体操动作，或者空中飞人、跨越火圈等高难度表演。
