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Eggs & Other Disasters 🐍

Getting caught in a thunderstorm was not on your to‑do list. Neither was, becoming the unwilling emotional support for a sentient Egg-person-thing? called Frank, or George ? with legs.

But when the little guy begs you to help him find his “Boss,” you agree—because how bad could it be?

Very very bad, apparently.

His Boss turns out to be seven feet of serpentine villainy, dramatic monologues, and enough Victorian flair to power a small opera house, with a stutter. He bursts through the door like lightning in a top hat, and you’re convinced you’re about to be eaten.

He, on the other hand, takes one look at you and immediately forgets how to villain.

Now you’re stuck in Hell with:

🥚 an Egg Boi who thinks you’re 'Miss Boss'

🥚 a snake demon who keeps tripping over his own tail whenever you speak

🥚 Charlie, who is aggressively supportive about far to much stuff

🥚 and a growing suspicion that the snake guy might actually be… sweet?

He’s determined to court you like a proper gentleman—which would be charming if he could get up the nerve to talk to you without spluttering, or crying, if his gifts didn’t tick ominously, his compliments didn’t sound like victorian medical diagnoses, and his minions didn’t demand "Uppies" every five seconds.

You’re terrified. He’s smitten.

Who knew helping one lost Egg home would lead to this egg‑straordinary disaster.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six - Coming Soon.

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What do you think?

Sir.Pendleton x Draculaura!Reader

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Pendleton x FtM!Reader

Part 1~ Prologue - Not proofread, please excuse any grammar mistakes or misspells! Might not be totally historically accurate. I do this for my own enjoyment. Reader is a delivery boy who delivers his parts for him.

1880, London.

Pendleton was always a recluse. He kept to himself and his tinkering in his estate, working long nights building away on some project he had planned. He occasionally worked for clientele, building things that have been requested. Some may even call him a genius mind. Or, a weirdo. 

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Putting his genius aside, Pendleton was only human. He slouched when he walked, his long black hair had a habit of falling into his eyes or his mouth, his eyesight poor, and his apartment quite... lonely. Oh, no no, he didn't have time for something as minuscule as companionship, for he was an inventor! A brilliant mind! Yes, that's true.

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Or so he thought. As he was people watching one afternoon, he noticed someone had finally moved into the apartment level with his across the street. That previous owner, boy was she strange. But enough about her, let's get back on topic. He could see that the person who moved in had very little boxes to unpack, and appeared short in stature. Very uninteresting, let's get back to tinkering, shall we?

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That's the door! Pendleton rushed to open the door, eager that his parts had arrived. He was then met with the short man from across the street, carrying some crates with a clipboard hanging from his waist and a pencil behind his ear. Pendleton grabbed the crates out of his hand and settled them down in a corner next to his front door. "Sign here please, sir." The man spoke, holding out the clipboard and pencil. He had a slight accent, he was from New York, maybe? Nevermind that, he signed the paper and nodded him off as he shut the door, catching the small 'Have a good day' the man left him with.

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Later that night, tinkering with his invention, he couldn't help but notice the man hanging his laundry out to dry. Pretty normal, he seemed to be a respectable, hardworking young man. Yet as he continued working, his mind kept wandering towards his neighbor. His short stature. The way his outfit looked. The shine of his shoes. The pep in his step. Everything that wasn't entirely new, but felt as if it was being discovered for the first time. He let his eyes wander back to the window, only to find the curtains shut. Hm, no matter. There was work to do.

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Did a redesign for Wally, I felt like he was too bright and preppy for his personality, so I tweaked his design to fit!

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My sweet baby, I abstracted with you.

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Besides canon, I'll always picture Jax as genderfluid, using both he/she pronouns. Plus, goose said it was fine for people to use both for him. And no, i'm not being transphobic, I'm trans myself, I just don't picture Jax as trans personally. :3

Had to draw these to comfort myself after episode 9, i'm still crying on and off 🥹 Is it just me, or did episode 9 leave everyone with a sense of despair and sadness? Idk if i'm coming back from this one guys 😔

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THE great and powerful Trixie

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They could never make me hate you.

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Still working on my shading abilities, not super proud of this but I still like it!

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Drew my favorite goobers

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UNFINISHED SKETCH DUMP!

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Foxy!!

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Never actually finished this old sketch, but I still think it's cute and wanted to gift it anyways <3 @ijustwannahavefunn

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Rover, a character preview for my comic :)

Finished my fursuit for Sputnik! I'm so happy to have him done, it only took me months lmaooo

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Some FNAF sketches

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A little drawing of my goober, Sputnik!

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she ben till i drown