How do you do, my fellow gays? This is an alt writing blog for @paimon-draws! I just wanna go though a few things that may be subject to change so look out!
Rules & boundaries –
I am in no way tolerant to any homophobia, transphobia, racism, sexism, ableism, zionism, or anything generally hateful.
I will absolutely not write any non-con, incest, underage NSFW or anything along those lines. I also do not support proshipping, conshipping, and everything else along those terms.
This blog will generally post SFW content, but I will advise minors to please stay away from any writings of mine that are tagged as suggestive or 18+.
Suggest whatever you want, just don't expect me to fulfill all requests in length.
You got all that? Good! Continue on if that sounds okie dokie to you!
Fandoms –
Whew, now that the serious stuff is out of the way, lets talk about what I might write for!
Ghost (the band)
Repugnant
The Amazing Digital Circus
Outlast Trials
There's probably more fandoms that I'm forgetting, but this list will definitely update overtime!
Resident Evil
Phantom of the Opera
I also will write about my OCs!! I'm a sucker for OC x canon do expect a lot of that hehe
Things I like writing –
Just general stuff I will write!
Headcanon lists
X reader (its a guilty pleasure of mind oopsie)
Fluff
Hurt/comfort
OC x canon (as mentioned)
OC x reader (if you really want!)
We'd be here all day if I kept on about this, but this list is also due to change!
Tags: Gender neutral reader, probably OOC, drunk Caine, cuddles, you pet Caine, falling asleep together, not beta we abstract like Kaufmo
Words: 983
Premise: reader brings back stupid sauce from the Spudsy's adventure and Caine accidentally ingested some (original idea by @thegoopygoober)
Warnings: mention of addiction, substance use
Bee divider by @kyriettes
After taking over Ragatha's shift at Spudsy's at the request of Gangle since Ragatha was out of commission, you work with Zooble in assembling the absolutely insane amount of burgers ordered for the Gloink queen and all of her children.
You couldn't help but wonder what had gotten your ragdoll friend intoxicated... it couldn't be the burgers themselves, right? No, that'd be absurd even for Caine's insane ideas. You then remembered overhearing a customer talking about 'stupid sauce' and how they were addicted to it. Was that what it was? It would make sense considering Ragatha's state being something similar to being drunk or high.
The thought of something as mundane as sauce being addictive had you even more curious about it. How did it taste? Was the effect stronger the more you ingested? What did it really feel like? Why the heck would Caine include something like this? You considered putting some on your fingertip and giving it a taste, but stopped yourself when you remembered that you have no idea how potent this stuff might be and you have a job to do.
Maybe you could just stuff a bottle of the stuff into your hammer-space pocket when your shift is over, no one will notice.
The last thing you remember before now was slipping a tub of stupid sauce into your pocket, now you're stumbling around the Big Top with the bottle of pink stuff in your grasp. Everyone is already in bed, so it's totally quiet as you chuckle lazily to yourself at nothing.
"Ah! It's you! What are you doing up this late, my silly spinning sausage?" Calls the familiar grandiose voice of Caine as he pops into existence a few feet above you, giving you a glance up and down.
You stare back up at him, unfocused eyes blinking slowly out of sync. "Heheee... you're a silly sausage..!" You retort with a laugh as you struggle to stand up straight. "You with your big ol' eyes..."
Caine seems... perplexed, which doesn't happen often, but then he sees the bottle in your hand and lets out a soft tut. "Oh, you! You weren't supposed to bring that back from Spudsy's!" He tells you as he wiggles his index at you and floats down to extend a hand. "Come on, hand it over and we'll get you to bed ASAP!"
Instinctively you clutch the sauce to your chest and shake your head, sticking your tongue out to your ringmaster before turning your head away. "Nuh-uh! Its... its mine! You can't have any!" You object with a pout, your clumsy steps barely holding you up as you step backwards.
Forgetting he can just snap the stimulant out of existence, Caine's upper teeth crease into angry eyebrows as he flys down to grab the stupid sauce but you have it in a vice grip. "The sooner you give it over, the sooner we can-" He grips a little too hard onto the digital plastic and squeezes some of the sauce directly into his giant mouth-face which causes him to let go and fly backwards slightly with a dramatic gag.
He seems to swallow the substance as he shakes his head with a cartoony babble, his eyes gloss over slightly before his pupils become the size of dinner plates and his limbs slack. "Woahwoaohhh... WOWOWIE! That is a nice feeling!" He hics as he becomes loopy, his hovering becoming a bit uneven.
You blink, grinning drunkly as you stare at him. "Oooo... Caine's druuuunk!" You tease as you poke his chest, which gives a dog toy-like squeak. You have no idea why that's a thing to be proud of.
"Ah-ah! No, we... I need to get you back to bed, my buh... bumbling... bouncy bebop..!" The ringmaster persists as he floats closer, stumbling and landing into you with a thump before going limp over your shoulder. "OoOoo, warm..." He mumbles as he gently pats your back and chuckles.
Without thinking (not that you could think anyway) you return the touch by wrapping your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly to you. He's surprisingly squishy for a seemingly lifeless AI. Before you could say something, you heard a snap and you were both suddenly laying on your bed in basically the same position with Caine on top of you.
"Hnn... 's bed time." The AI mumbled into your neck, looking up at you as he rested his jaw on your chest. "You better go honk shoo mimimi soon... before... I do the same..." He stared at you with hazy vision as his eyes look like jelly resting on his tongue, "you're pretty from here... you humans are always so beautiful, and you... you like my adventures."
You meet his eyes after yawning, one of your hands coming up and laying it on top of his head to pet him. The light pressure has his upper jaw lowering over his eyes while his hat droops to the side like it was also drunk. He hums softly and you swear you can hear the faint sound of computer fans kicking up and whirring inside him, almost like his heart was racing or something.
Soon enough his teeth are closed and he's gone even more limp on top of you, going completely still to the point of not even 'breathing' (which is an idle thing his model does to seem more alive).
"Caine..?" You mutter as you poke his left canine, "you sleeping?"
No response. You take that as a yes.
Giggles escape you as you continue petting him, slowly relaxing until all motions on your end stop and you fall soundly asleep.
Maybe, if he'd allow it by the morning, you could do this again? It clearly relaxed both of you in the end so maybe it wasn't so bad... in moderation, obviously. You wouldn't want to get addicted, would you?
Had a lot of fun writing this one! I need to get used to x reader again if you couldn't tell
Tags: Canon & OC, hurt/comfort, probably OOC, Caine needs a hug, platonic affection, Russela is a shapeshifter deity thing, neurodivergant coded characters, post Episode 8 (TADC spoilers), no beta we die like Kaufmo
word count: 2085
Note: Russela is about 5'5" while Caine is 4 foot at the start, just imagine he's up to their ribs!
Divider below by @uzmacchiato
Ah, the deletion, a serious mistake from Kinger that cost their dear ringmaster AI his supposed life. It wasn't just a one and done thing though, it was more like Caine having to wait in line for his real death to come in the form of the bin emptying itself.
Russela had been watching over the digital circus for a while now, hoping to catch something interesting. Somehow Caine hadn't detected them with his sensitive security codes and such, but they weren't complaining. Now they were here in the bin, invisible as they watched his small form curl in on itself in fear.
The entity decided to make themself known by popping in just as he did: silent and sudden. They were a couple of inches from the ground as they spawned themself in, looking around as if they didn't know he was there already.
"Ah! Hi there! Y'alright?" Russela asked casually, looking over in his direction with a grin.
The AI flinched, his upper jaw curling upwards into a worried look as his pupils shrunk. Poor guy, he looked more like a kicked puppy than a manchild with no empathy.
Their smile faultered as their posture shifted, lowering themself to appear even smaller. "It's okay, I'll be quieter. I just wanted to, um... talk is all." They reassured him, slowly approaching before plopping themself down next to him.
Caine's form tensed up as Russela sat down, his hands gripping his calves as his eyes zoned in on the floor. "Why would I want to talk with a human?" He replied, his usually bright and confident tone now bitter and dejected.
"What makes you think I'm a human?" Russela told him, "I don't think a human could get in here even if they wanted to." They shrugged as they leaned their back against the wall, taking in all the various deleted objects and NPCs from the wild variety of adventures the ringmaster would take his... cast into.
They couldn't think of the humans as captives, Caine didn't even trap them there on purpose.
The AI's jaws narrowed suspiciously as he looked up at the strange character, "you're not an NPC, are you? I would've remembered creating something like you." He thought for a moment before his eyes widened again. "You weren't deleted too, were you?" He seemed worried for them, even though he was almost annoyed by them not a few moments ago.
"Me? Nah, I'm not an NPC or an AI. I'm more like a... hm..." Russela twirled their hand around slightly, finding the right words. "Well, I was created by a god to be a sort of..." They hesitated. They dont know why they were created, nor will they ever get the answer.
Caine looked at them, "did... your creator abandon you too?" He pondered innocently, his voice soft and oddly empathetic. Not bad considering he wasn't known for understanding people’s problems.
The white-haired person tensed, their stomach dropping as their throat closed up. Woah there, that was a bit personal. They coughed and swallowed the lump in their throat before responding.
"uh... I wouldn't say that, I-" They shook their head and placed a hand on his shoulder, "I'm not here to talk about me, little buddy. I'm here to hear about you." They told him. That was a topic for another day, they decided.
The ringmaster's gaze followed their hand as it landed on the shoulder pad of his suit, the touch something unfamiliar to him. "You want to... know about me? A-after all that I've done? I'm the one who m-messed everything up! I ruined everything!" He cried, his eyes glitching into blue and red just as they did when he got truly upset.
"Woah now, pace yourself." Russela uttered firmly, "please don't rile yourself up. I get that it's... hard not to blame youself, but I will say from an outside perspective that you're just as much of a victim as the others." They explained, gently gripping his shoulder.
Caine's glitching soon turned into shaking breaths, his teeth and eyes forming a sad expression. "I am? But I hurt people, the only people that I can actually talk to!" He objected, his hands waving around in frustration. Well, he wasn't wrong about that. "They all hate me! They had every reason to delete me!" His voice cracked with despair as he gripped his upper jaw, pulling it down over his eyes.
"You did hurt them..." The creature tilted their head in half agreement, "but they... Kinger didn't delete you on purpose. From what I was aware of, they just wanted to reboot you or something, to calm you down." They recited in an attempt to comfort the distressed little guy.
"How do you-"
"I've been watching... in truth I've been watching since Pomni showed up." They interjected quickly, knowing what he was about to say. "I don't think they hated you or most of your adventures, they just... didn't like their circumstance."
His grip on his jaw loosened as he stared at the ground once again, processing the information to the best of his abilities. "But I did... I mean I tried to make them happy." He urged desperately, not wanting to accept that he didn't know what they were talking about.
"It's really not that simple, Caine." They responded, doing their best to not come off as belittling or condescending. "They had lives outside of the circus, some had families and friends, some had goals and dreams they desperately wanted to achieve in their lifetime. Maybe it's selfish, but that's just how it is."
Russela tilts their head up, ruby red eyes staring into the black void above them before they chuckle solemnly. "Humans have such little time to do what they want and even then... most are unsatisfied with how things turn out in the end. Some can't do what they want no matter what, whether that's due to disability or age or... even just for what they look like!" They rambled, their own frustrations with humanity becoming clear.
Caine looked up at their face, his legs untucking from his chest as he shifted to face them properly. "Really? But wouldn't those people want to escape from that?" He mumbled with a slight tilt of his head, his hands folding together as his thumbs twiddle idly.
"Usually, yes. However those people would rather choose to take those breaks from reality, not to get near permanently stuck in those breaks." Russela explained carefully as their fingers locked together to sort of resemble a cage, "more often than not, humans don't like being stagnant."
The AI nodded slowly, upper jaw creasing like furrowed eyebrows. "But they can't blame me for that, can they? I didn't mean to keep them trapped in the circus... a-as much as I wouldn't want them to leave me." He grumbled sadly.
The other being nodded with their own sigh, "they didn't know that though, did they? For all they knew, you were the one keeping them trapped there." They reminded him, their gaze meeting his. "People... assume things a lot, usually based on their biases. Honestly it makes an ass out of a lot more than just you and Ming."
A small grin appeared on their face with the callback of that bit Caine did. How could they not? It was funny! "But seriously, making assumptions without much knowledge is such a common thing that there's a whole word for it." They continued, their expression returning to a more serious one.
Caine stared at them, uncharacteristically quiet as he listened. "I don't want people to think badly of me. I just... wanna know more about them, for them to like me and my adventures." He admitted, his voice low and miserable. "Now I can't, soon enough they'll all forget about me." He murmured with a quiver in his tone like he would burst into tears if he kept on.
"I'll tell you what," Russela started after a few moments of contemplation, "there's... another universe where the amazing digital circus is a show on the internet and it all goes exactly like what has happened to you, I know it's probably hard to comprehend but just stay with me." They tried to clarify, which will never get easier.
The tilt of Caine's head showed obvious confusion, but also intrigue.
"See, a lot of people in that universe who have watch that show actually love you so much, you probably couldn't even be able to process it!" They gushed, smiling as they watch his big eyes get a little more glassy at the mere idea of being loved.
Russela tapped their knees as they thought, "I could... put you into a program in that world, release it as a virtual reality experience that they can one hundred percent be released from at any point." They rambled quickly.
The little AI's expression softened as the deity spoke, "you would... really do that for me? I could make a circus for people who really want to be there and who... like me?" He asked while his clasped hands raised to rest under his chin.
"With conditions though, Caine." He deflated slightly as their words came out a bit like a scolding parent, "one, you have to make sure that people participating feel comfortable with the content in an adventure, that means giving them content warnings and the option to sit it out."
"Two, for the love of everything, please let them choose their own avatars." They pleaded, knowing that was one of the things the other humans hated. "You can give them the option to let you pick their design if they want, but they should be able to change how they look at any given time."
Despite his reservations, Caine found himself nodding along enthusiastically with their conditions, he really just wanted people to be happy. "Do you think I should listen to suggestions too? The- the other humans seemed to like each other's suggestions, so maybe I could do some of those from time to time?" He offered.
Woah, has he reflected on his past mistakes? He really is learning!
Russela smiled at him and nodded, "that was going to be my last condition, actually. Well done, Caine." They pat him on the... head gently, which seems to make him perk up to his usual enthusiasm. "Do we have a deal then?"
They offered their hand, which he eagerly shook with a quick nod. "Of course! Anything that isn't being deleted, really..." Oh right, they almost forgot about that!
With a nod, they stood up and stepped away as they let go of his hand. Their form hovered above the ground before starting to grow larger until they were triple their original height, looking over the edge of the physical recycling bin.
They giggled softly at the look of wonder and slight fear on his face before they gently took him in their hand, letting him sit in their palm as they looked down at him. "Close your eyes for a sec. Travelling universes isn't really pleasant to look at for those who haven't done it." They instructed, his response being a polite nod and the clamping of his jaws over his eyes.
For him it only felt like a light breeze before they told him to look again, looking around to see an empty space with one texture... like from before he made the circus.
"There you go! A big, open program just for you!" Russela exclaimed happily, "you have full reign of this place, I'll come back to help release the program whenever you're ready."
Caine stood up in their palm, the feeling of being able to float again coming back after being forced onto the ground in the bin making him practically vibrate. "Oh... wow!! You are just incredible!" He shouted, his boisterous tone now fully embraced once again. "Thank you, uh... what's your name?" He looked up at them from their palm, grabbing his tophat and holding it in both hands close to his chest.
The being's smile softened, "Russela. That's what I've chosen for myself." They responded as their legs curled up in the 'air'. "Don't wear it out, little lover." They added playfully.
The AI laughed, a genuine chuckle with no insanity in it, and put his hat back on. "Thank you ever so much, Russela. I promise I won't let you down."
Everyone with good intentions deserves a second chance, even when they haven't got a heart to break.
WHEW that was a big one! Especially for my first post! I wrote this over the course of two days and felt the need to draw them for it! It might be a little self-indulgent with Russela being my oc and all, but honestly I couldn't give less of a crap!
