The Scramblings and Ramblings of a Void Slime

Short and long semi-canon stories for my worlds. For recommendations: Anything with my existing characters will be prioritized No lemons are on this blog ever If you can guess where my pfp is from you get 10 billion points.

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Ill add to this as I work but I plan on realeasing a short story whenever I finish a bir, it may be just a part of it but at least it's something

These are semi-canon aka if nothing in the actual content for the world contradicts it, it's true.

Links to the beginnings of the stories

>Quite Angels? 2/~7 1 2 >By the Sword 1/4 1 > Crime or Death 1/1 [for now] 1 >One offs 1

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“Where are you!!! Hey Ghost!!!!!!!!!” I looked around desperately and frantically, not unlike when you have to leave soon and need to brush your hair, but your hairbrush doesn’t appear to be on this plane of existence.

Damn it, their songs would be great to listen to right now….It would totally fit the vibe.

I guess I’ll just listen to their playlist without them…. I don't know why I wanted them here, I could just listen to it on my own.

And so I put on their depressing songs.

……

It’s odd. They’re always there, looming over and watching stuff happen. Not to mention the fact that they more than often respond to any attention….

At least I’m better in front. Less potential for damage to our body.

What is up with them? I mean I don't know where they would-

A mirror appeared in front of me. Reflecting and Reminding me of what I had forgotten.

It was me. Ghost.

As I had always been.

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aughhhhhhh ur pfp is so familiar i feel like i saw it in a video game lore explanation video recently ;-;

i will get those points some day (shakes fist)

heh heh heh! >:3 close but no cigar it is indeed from a game

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Crime or Death [short story]

Tw: Bank robbery, gun, reader in peril, thievery, general shenanigans, potential violence, criminals, therians, goofy queer people doing crimes, hats, masks, 2nd person perspective etc.

810 - words

Authors notes: Hey, Gremlin wrote this, and bro helped edit later, also big thanks to @bunnyinakangolhat who helped edit more than bro and encouraged me with it. If this is well received; I'll make a 2nd part introducing the other 2 of the group of 4 total therian criminals >:3

“Sigh…” Jelly was tired of this; it had almost become just a routine chore in her life at this point. So she did as she had done many times before and raised her arm, she felt the weight of the object held in her hand. That object happened to be a gun. Jelly was in the middle of a bank.

But you had not been paying much attention to Jelly. In Fact, you didn't see any of this except out of your peripheral vision as you manned the front desk. However, now, they definitely had your attention.

“Stick your hands where I can see them.” They didn't scream it or say it with any urgency, Just slightly louder and more enunciated, obviously for your easy hearing and understanding. Because, unless you’re suicidal or incredibly apathetic, who wouldn't put their hands up, especially if the person telling them to has a weapon.

Suddenly another person emerged from the shocked crowd, however this was no vigilante, nor a hero, or even cop to save them from this felon. It was yet a this time masked individual who jumped over the bank counter, right in your personal space. And quickly past you to where the money was. You were definitely going to lose your job…. The second masked individual worked relatively quickly and after gathering plenty of money…defenestrated it? Out the window? And they did it again, and again, and aga-

“W-why are you throwing the money out the w-window??” You asked, your curiosity and utter bafflement betraying your instinct to stay safe and keep your mouth shut.

“Easy! Our buddies are outside gathering as much as they can hold, but really…I just wanna give back to the people! Even all of us can't take it all so I'll leave what I can carry and toss the rest!” After looking longer at the figure you see it's not just any mask, it’s a dog mask. As he threw another bag out the window almost in a demonstrating way, you knew exactly who these people were… You’ve seen them on tv all the time. Sure, not in a positive light but still.

“...You didn’t really need to tell the hostage that.” The be-hatted person who was still pointing the gun at you, gestured almost exasperatedly. “I know, I know. But I mean… if I don’t they are just going to wonder about it forever and well um-”

“Are you still on that whole converting people thing?...Pups…you know normies won't listen.”

The puppy masked person stopped their ministrations of defenestration for a moment. “I-I know…i guess…a part of me just wants to hope they care…. Or maybe you know, maybe I won't convince them right now, in the moment but it plants a seed! A seed of doubt in their existing beliefs! And that see-”

“Stop! When has that ever worked? You’ll never even know if it ever becomes anything. How do you know you're not just wasting your time, or worse. Besides, now's not the time for that really.” They seemed emotional in their delivery but their hand stayed steady. “...” The figure went back to their task almost mechanically, but the armed one stayed persistent.

“You know they don’t have a reason to. The resources aren’t available to everyone to do their own research. And most people are just going to stick with what they were taught and grew up with anyway.”

The figure stopped and threw the bag they were holding to the ground. “But why? Why can’t I at least try?? What makes it so pointless it's not even worth answering a dumb, innocent question!!?”

“You’re getting heated. Take a deep breath. We can talk about this later-”

“NO! You kept yapping, so let's talk about this NOW.” At this point they had turned around to face the other.

“Listen, now is not the time; you’re endangering our friends' lives, by piddling around here. We need to hurry up and get this over with.” “Fine.”

That one word was spit with such vitriol and spite. that you knew was going to not be fun for the hatted one later. At this point you have a slight air of nonchalance because if they were going to harm you, they would do so regardless of your actions. And besides, you were beyond fired anyway, so no point in fighting back; even if you had a weapon. It was no longer your problem.

After a few short minutes of thick silence, the one with the puppy mask gathered a few bags and, instead of flinging them out into the street below, flung them onto their shoulder. The 2 walked out, now leaving you in a mess while surrounded by worried civilians. God this was going to be a long day at the police office, and maybe an interview? Either way, your day. was. ruined.

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Quite Angels as it is sucks and is now inaccurate. I'm rewriting it.

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Infact, I'll probably rewrite By the Sword too! Writing a 8 page research paper made my writing skills greatly improve.

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Quite Angels as it is sucks and is now inaccurate. I'm rewriting it.

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100 follower reward!!

A free art raffle

A full animatic

A finish writing By the Sword

Draw 30 of my characters with a little blurb about them

Release all that I've done on ADWB sofar...

Voice claims for: Blue, Orange, Red, Z, and all of the ccc cast!

Make a official website for all the lore and worldbuilding and updates

other send in ask or comment

The wheel of doom

Start my 1st comic

Voting ended onDec 15, 2024

When we get to 100 I'll do smth cool

Note: these are all things I'm working on but you get to choose one for me to drop everything and finish so you can actually see a finished product!

And I'll either work on it till we get to 100 or I'll finish it and wait till we get to 100 to post it :3

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Reblog here cause of By the Sword!!!

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Which story should I update next!

Quite Angels? part 3 and 4

By the sword part 1 and 2

Voting ended onOct 28, 2024

Quite Angels?: Part 1 and 2

Quite Angels? is a short story about a kidnapped protagonist named Zeraphil and their kidnapper named Oganesson and eventually also Ephel and Seraphim.

By the Sword would be a new short story about 2 knights working in a great empire's far-off base against enemies specifically the Necromancer's horde of zombies but some stuff happens and well...

irl people who don't have tumblers vote = +1 Quite Angels?

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tehe im a liar there are only 4 parts to By the Sword so I'mma just do all 3 in a row then probably go back to Quite Angels?

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Which story should I update next!

Quite Angels? part 3 and 4

By the sword part 1 and 2

Voting ended onOct 28, 2024

Quite Angels?: Part 1 and 2

Quite Angels? is a short story about a kidnapped protagonist named Zeraphil and their kidnapper named Oganesson and eventually also Ephel and Seraphim.

By the Sword would be a new short story about 2 knights working in a great empire's far-off base against enemies specifically the Necromancer's horde of zombies but some stuff happens and well...

irl people who don't have tumblers vote = +1 Quite Angels?

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Quite Angels? Part 2

802 words

Note: There STILL will be no lemons.

CW: Kidnapping, encagement, confinement, violence (kinda), bodily damage to mc, power imbalance, unsettling atmosphere, general ominousness, infantilization/objectification, angels and eldritch beings, magic, confusion, religious themes (I am none religious but it I have religious trauma so a lot of my work features religon) and strained semi-friendliness

Oganesson watched as I rubbed the area on my arm “Is that not… causing, more damage to it?” they asked inquisitively. 

“...yes but, it hurts.” 

“You know you’re only making it, worse?” They raised an eyebrow at me, seemingly confused by my nonsensical actions.

I look to the side sheepishly “I-I mean it does but…” Oh shit Seraphim are going to be piiiissed when they see this...

“But why?...” They sound almost defeated at my refusal to think as I itch and rub my wound, applying more pressure to the already weak, ruptured, and disintegrated spot.

This discussion wont help me escape. I attempted to reroute the conversation “Well when the angels come to get me, they’ll see that you damaged me, they will take that as an excuse to-”

“What makes you so sure they won’t cut their losses? How do you know how they’ll even get here??? Do they even know how to get here? Or where you are?“ They seem to have calmed down from their outburst earlier but still are a little bitter, annoyed by my continuous reminder of the potential of their being consequences of their actions. 

“You did make one point. Where am I? And why is it so c-cold here...” 

They chuckled as their tone dipped down, their face portraying their smugness from how little I know about what’s happening. “We are on the 6th plane…. Did you not know??!? And about the cold… hmmm….. I… don’t think I can change that. It’s just, normal for here.” 

“W-What?!??” I paused in shock to reassemble my thoughts. “How is that even p-possible!” Damn I was really hoping they would fix the temperature. I'm practically shaking.

“Depends what impossibilities you're referring to?” They tilted their head trying to be playful? I think? But they accentuated the motion to the point of being…well uncanny, even to my eyes…  For the sake of politeness I’m… just going to ignore it.

“I um well, I know they will come for me. I’m a one-off, I'm too unique for them to discard.”

They seemed a bit surprised by my words but quickly continued “I’ve heard of the Godix’s past experiments with angels before… you do look a bit strange for an angel, specifically your, hmm… how do I put this…” They put a finger on their chin and looked down at me and smirked then pointed straight at the middle of my face. “hollowness. ”

Ok I’ve had enough of this nonsense. “You must not be very aware of how you come off are y-”

“I am ve-”

“No you’re not! You must be a very dumb or very lonely creature to keep me for this extent of time! EVEN daring to injure my divinely, perfectly designed architecture.” They recrossed their arms and looked at me wide-eyed with anger? Restraint? or frustration? Maybe confusion, or overload, either way I continued, determined to get them to understand. “Seraphim are probably addressing my guardian about my disappearance-”

“You have a guardian?!” They lost whatever emotion they were holding, trying to portray?? Or whatever their weird ass was doing.

“Y-Yes? Did you not fight them, see them, or at least knock them out?”

“N-No?!??” They seemed very confused, and now so am I.

“W-wait SO WHERE THE FUCK WAS EPHEL????”

“Huh, so you can swear.”

“Shut up.” 

They relaxed and laughed a little bit, they gave a seemingly genuine smile and their movements seemed less calculated than before. ”Such a spirited little thing… Tell me what is your name?”

Well that's kinda more than a little suspicious. “Uh huh… if I tell you will you let me go?” They seem to ponder on the thought for a second then they say “I will release you back to the 3rd plane where I found you. IF you promise to meet with me again.”

That’s REALLY suspicious, but I don’t really have any other choice… I sighed “Fine.”

They point at the lock and flick their hand to the side and the cage opens. I don’t know how that works but I’m too cold and tired off them, and too close to freedom to care. I step out of the cage and walk by them as they do a little mock bow/curtsy, I assumed the gesture was not genuine from the shit-eating grin plastered all over their face. I walked with them to the door that I saw them enter here earlier with. They proceeded to do some strange magic and then opened the door.

“Don’t forget your promise, little one~.”

I look tiredly back at them, I might as well tell them my name. “I am called Zeraphil by the way.” 

I walk through the door into the pure light and find myself in grass. 

I had forgotten how warm it was out here.

“YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

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Quite Angels? Part 1

1334 words

Note: There will be no lemons. I know this sounds like the opening to a smut novel but it is indeed not.

CW: Kidnapping, encagement, confinement, violence (kinda), bodily damage to mc, power imbalance, unsettling atmosphere, general ominousness, infantilization/objectification, angels and eldritch beings, religious themes (I am none religious but it I have religious trauma so a lot of my work features religon)

Suddenly I began to wake up, my face was hard on the damp ground as I lay there in a heap, with my many wings haphazardly arrayed over myself like a blanket. Which was nice as any exposed bits of my form were frigid, similar to tile on a winter morning. I shivered and tried to push myself back up off the ground, causing me to wake up faster. My head was pounding… Sitting up and resting my wings neatly behind me, I realized everything felt wrong. The strange feeling originated not from my surroundings which were mostly dark, dreary, metallic, and gritty, but the sensation of my very being was completely different. It almost reminded me of a dream, where I didn't quite ever exist. It wasn’t a bad feeling per se, it was almost warm and comforting, like the humid air, moggy and thick after a downpour. 

But even though I felt that warm sensation, the room did not, it had decided, stubbornly to remain frigidly cold. I figured I should see where I was and I began to observe my surroundings. No longer distracted by how my thoughts felt. I saw that I was indeed inside a dirty, impure gold, birdcage that was almost tarnished looking. The walls of the room were a dismal grey brick and seemed if I touched them I would most likely freeze whole. 

My head turned left toward a rickety, wooden door as it was creakily being opened and in the process got caught on the stone door frame. I think they kicked the door open to get it unstuck, and in came a dark, cool-toned humanoid with tentacles where its wings should be. It strutted across the room in front of me as I sleepily squinted at it through the rusty bars of my cage.

“I assume you speak a common tongue?” The figure’s voice echoed, albeit not because they were loud or the room was very big, in fact, it was the opposite. 

“Uh.” I startled not expecting them to speak, much less say something I understood. ”Yeah, yeah.” 

“Oh good!~” They exclaimed eerily. “You can never truly know until you ask~….” They continued as they slowly approached my cage.

I backed away from the bars, and closer to the middle of the enclosure, to get away from this ominous entity.

“You know it's not often I find an angel down on the 3rd plane…” The character hung its arm through one of the rungs of my cage and used its other hand to emphasize its words. “May I ask what someone like… your wonderful self was possibly ever doing down there?”

I blinked at them still processing what they were saying “Oh yea! I was down there, you know, just looking around and uh collecting things…” They just stood there unmoving, waiting for me to continue. “Mostly just like plants, and flowers, and rocks and stuff tho. Heh heh, Nothing someone like you would be interested in!” I let a little too much of my way anxiousness at this situation show at the end of that sentence. 

“Why would you assume I would not be intrigued?” They began to back away from the cage and seemed content to observe me from a distance leaning most of their weight into one side of their hip with their arms crossed and an amused smirk on their face.

“Well, I mean, you uh. Just look like you have more important, evil, ominous, eldritch  things that you care about.” I blurted out and immediately regretted it.

“What’s that supposed to mean??!? I don’t think insulting your kidnapper is exactly your best tactic…” They seemed almost disappointed in me and rested their forehead on their fingers.

“I uh didn’t mean to upset you, sir! Ma’am! Perso-”

“ just… call me Oganesson. And don’t worry it’s fine, no harm done~.” They shrugged reassuringly, one of their tentacles mirroring each of their arms even as they continued to gesture. And I had to ask.

“Are those fake?” I hate myself.

They blinked in shock.

I facepalmed as I dug my hole even deeper. “Y-Your tentacles I mean.”

“No…?!??” They shifted onto their other foot and then after a brief reflection, began to pace to the left and right in front of my cage. 

Then they finally said, “You must not get out very much do you, little one?”

Just because of everything I’ve messed up I’m gonna let that slide. “Well, I do go out! Just not often and I’m tracked so I don't get lost, at least on the 3rd plane. In heaven, I’m a little less, restricted.”

They perked up whenever I said that. “Oh, so my suspicions were right? I didn't know angels could exist in the higher planes.”

“I mean here I am.” I need to get out of here “Why am I here?”

“Oh, I just like collecting curious, small objects to adorn my living quarters.” They stopped pacing and turned to face me. “You know those wings are very pretty… I would very much appreciate it if you would show them to me~.” They kept a respectable distance from the bars of my cage but continued to observe me.

I needed an excuse to get out of here, it’s so cold I’m shaking. “I don’t think I want to thank you very much, It’s freezing in here and they're the only thing keeping me slightly warm. Besides I don’t know if there’s enough room in this cage for me to do so comfortably”

“You say it’s cold?” They tilted their head in genuine confusion.

“YES, verymuchso!” Pull yourself together!!

“I don’t know if there’s much I can do about that… But maybe I’ll try to, if you make it worthwhile…” They said while tracing the outline of my wings from their perspective with their fingertip. “You know it’s not often one such as me sees anything like this~.” 

I tried to change the subject because I didn’t want to bang up my wings trying to open them against the metal of the cage “You know the other angels will come looking for me. And like you said I can exist here, so can they.”

They shifted their weight again as I continued “I’m a high-ranking angel! The highest in my field.” I started to approach the edge of my enclosure. “I'm sure they would loooove to mess up your little stone shack and destroy all your precious trinkets.” I need to slow down, I’m getting a little too cocky.

But thankfully they put a hand up to politely interrupt me “No need to make this personal…” They said almost chuckling at my audacity. “And respectfully I don’t think you're in much of a place to be threatening me.”

I grabbed onto the bars of my cage and stuck my head and some of my twisted torso through them “Oh really!~ You must not know the very might of heaven!” Their many eyes flash dangerously as a warning but I ignored it.

“If I had a few of my things, I bet i cou-” They rushed me and grabbed a little below my wrist almost pulling me halfway through the bars with their hand. Pain shot up my arm and a sound similar to pottery cracking continued as they spoke. 

“I Know The ‘Might of Heaven’ little bird! I just-” They backed away from me and let go of my hand, which showed the cracks in my arm. It almost looked as if I was hollow; like I was a porcelain vase with missing pieces. The area that surrounded it looked darkened as if it was burnt, they looked at the area, their eyes widening a little before they seemed to rationalize it.

“Well, being near an ancient, powerful, and (by heaven’s standards) evil entity such as myself could cause something like that to happen to weaker angels…” I rubbed my arm sorely as I watched fragments and dust fall from it onto the ground.

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Soon to come stuff!

Just so you know I'm not dead here's everything I'm working on in order of priority (I'm working on them all simuatainously tho)!!!

Main menu reveal!!!

Adwb - The game itself, I had to remake all the code for the game but it works out cause now it's just better. It'll be here -> @adwb

2. Quite Angels? The writing only story can't say too much but part 1 comes out Oct. 7 2024!! It'll be here -> @sremblingdesperatly

3. Asks on ccc and adwb. This is the only one I can work on at school really so it still gets done when schools not to hard. It'll be here -> @catcultcafe and @adwb.