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[quotethequota]

hey!! I don’t know much about this au, but…

Y/N! What do you think of your crew? How does it feel to work alongside robots/animatronics?

TXT: It's actually not too different compared to human crew members, it has its pros--....Though it does make them a lot more careless about their own wellbeing.

[artistkeval]

Keval you're super cool

Nuhuh you're cooler 💥

[artistkeval]

Hey goobers, I'm Keval

I finally made my intro for tumblr to make things more organized, so hopefully this blog won't be such a mess anymore hahah

Requests are open, but know that I might not be able to do doodles immediately. - NO NSFW (suggestive is ok tho)

Commissions are open!

DM for specifics and more info!

Feel free to send asks-- I don't bite I promise <3

TAGS:

My art: #kevalart

AUs: - "Quote" the Quota tag and the blog!

- MyCaptain AU

OCs!

FAQ

[artistkeval]

Hi! Sorry if you have answered this before! Just happened to stumble on your QTQ au and was wondering if this is a fic on ao3 I could read? It looks so fun and chaotic I’d love to read it!

Hello anon! I'm so happy you asked <3

We did make an ao3, but we're still working on the story itself so feel free to just keep it bookmarked until we upload the first chapter!

Here's the link: Quote the Quota

Until then, we'll be making an askblog with drabbles and doodles of the characters while things get sorted out

@nomsthecat @ayippeei -- cocreators!

[artistkeval]

hey look I found the cool person!

🫵🫵💥 I FOUND ONE TOO 🫵🫵🫵🗣️🗣️

[artistkeval]

... Frick it. . .

Frick it all-....

Hard Drive by Griffinilla

Romantic homicide by d4vd

Warnings for:

Implied murder, blood, implied gore, yandere character behavior, stalker character behavior, implied death(s)!

Pt. 1

"A nice afternoon drink."

. . .

He scoffed. It wasn't unusual for these pesky people to run away, or at least somewhat try to. He honestly enjoyed the chase, but more the aftermath and the justice he does.

. . .

Ripping and ripping, it felt awful as the victim barely put up a fight with him. Why has it put a fight up with you then? It made no sense, but no matter, he knows what he's doing is better. You won't be bothered by this pesky person anymore.

Oh, how it dared to touch your precious body in such violent ways. He didn't like people touching what's his in general. But this was more then just that, and he didn't like to see you so uncomfortable, so unhappy and so, so hurt.

He wouldn't tolerate anything like this. Not again. So, the moment you were out of sight he went for it immediately, and successfully got rid of another obstacle in his path. Oh, but sometimes it got so dirty, such awful blood too. It wasn't yours. It wasn't good. It was anything but good.

He cleaned himself off and disappeared the same way he appeared, for the moment nothing in his way to get to you yet again. Dirty and awful people were obstacles, so he is more then willing to get rid of them.

. . .

You weren't much of a fan of the workplace you had to go at, it was usually pretty slow but today more than usual. You can't help think about the other night with that awful and uncomfortable contact... You shake your head side to side, not the time to think about it.

You straighten yourself form under the desk and look at the customer walking in, wearing a ominous black and red cloak that his them very well despite the bright lights in here and at how tall they were.

You welcomed them with a bright smile, more of a forced one before they took off their cloak, smiling back down at you and waving. A automaton. They were pretty common amongst humans these days, mostly the ones that claimed themselves as 'actual humans', because they looked like so.

At first look you'd say he looks nice. A long, two ways jester hat decorated their head and right at the tips hanged little stars. The automaton had it's face split into a crescent moon with the right side brighter then the left, a half lidded gaze following yours. Under the cloak you could just barely see overalls and a tie(?).

You stopped your staring when the automaton made eye contact with you, shaking your head and apologising for it, getting a snicker from the very being, who didn't want to sound mean and apologized back. "No, no, it's fine, I'm used to it." It reassured you, waving it's hand, dropping the subject faster.

You take its order and start preparing it as the automaton sits somewhere outside at a single seated table. You soon realize you we're already done with the order, so you took the tray and settled the drink on it, walking outside and to its table. With your free hand you settled the cup down in front of it, getting a 'thanks' from it, which rarely happens around here, given some people...Aren't so nice.

You stepped back and went inside the cafe again, giving the automaton one last look before closing the door behind you, walking back behind the counter and standing there. Not like you're going anywhere for the next six to seven hours anyways.

. . .

After another two hours, someone else finally came into the cafe, gave you his order rather rudely but you ignored it, knowing it was just the usual average customers that came to this place.

You weren't gonna judge him, this place is quite awful, the single reason you're here is for the sweet paycheck that is actually better then any other places you worked at. So you were happy with it nonetheless, even if you had to be here daily, even on the weekends, it was worth everything.

You can't help but feel a shiver run down your spine, looking behind yourself to see no one there, or it was probably just the man looking at you from the far side of the cafe, who knows, it's better to ignore it for now if you don't want more complains.

After finishing up the order you went to the customer to give it to him, he inspected it closely but immediately started yelling at you on how it wasn't what he wanted and the fact that one bit of sugar or cream isn't there.

You hated this part of the job with all your being, so you recollected yourself, sighed heavily and started to remake the order again. You were gonna be here for a while.

It was very, very late at night by the time your coworker finally came in and took your place, you actually believed him saying he was late, there was a lot of traffic at night for some reason these past few days. Everyone's been scared of the murderer that lurked the city, but honestly? You weren't all that afraid, you knew what to do if that said murderer happened to cross paths with you at night. Your mama raised a fighter after all.

You thanked your coworker for finally coming in, took your belongings and shoved them in your bag, throwing it over yo ur shoulder before saying goodbye and going out the doors, ah, finally, all done for today.

You walked for a while now, scrolling through your phone and replying to some of your messages, obviously taking some time at the longer ones and all at once looking down as to not trip on anything. Again, you can't help feeling watched by something, but you shake it off, this city was full of cats, so you wouldn't be surprised if one followed you because you took a donut with you.

You supposed you didn't know much about cats, but still didn't think they are supposed to wat donuts, so in case of anything you're just gonna run if it chases you.

After a while of walking, you were sure you were at least half way there before you arrived home. Your apartment wasn't that far, but it still was somewhat of a walk nonetheless. Can't be helped since it's such a big city and a bigger maze of buildings and shops. Luckily, you knew your way around here for the most part.

. . .

You were more then sure you were followed the moment you saw a figure behind you on the screen of your turned off phone, on this supposedly empty street, so you picked up the pace, trying to look like you haven't seen whoever it is yet, you knew better then to act out too quickly. And the fight or flight response wouldn't be useful anyways, it would cause more harm to yourself then the actual creep.

You then took out your phone again, pretending to text someone while actually turning on your camera and switching it to look behind yourself, seeing that the silhouette looked awfully familiar, but you shook it off, averting your gaze from your phone and setting it back in your bag.

. . .

You didn't mean to run so far off your initial path, but you did, out of instinct. When it got too close to you, your brain took it as the perfect moment to pick up the nearest rock near by you and throw it right at it, not looking if it actually hit the target or not or even stunned it the slightest bit, speeding off.

Okay, maybe you were the one who provoked it on the first place and the person probably didn't mean to scare you and was probably trying to ask you something, but you take everything as a threat as it seems if you don't know who it is.

The moment you got cornered you thought it would've been worse than it actually turned out to be. The person smiled at you, patted your head and just, walked off, which was honestly gonna leave a weird memory in your brain. What.Was.That.All.About?!!?! Just for the creep to pat you, that's why you got chased?! Seriously??? For something that could've been simply avoided with a 'no'?? You wish you weren't a idiot as you were right now and maybe thought first before acting. But the way the person grinned at you before leaving left you to shiver in your spot. What the hell?

Magic word and I'll make part 2 (not 'please')

Dies.

Now I'm leaving you to guess who this is, but it's more then obvious who it is. If you know, you know ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

It all started from two or three songs and then went to this image and then to whatever I just wrote 👁👁

One last thing btw.

Keval

Finish

Your

Goddamn

WIPS

If you did, then go on, judge this🙇‍♀️

RAGRGRGGR I LOVE THIS IM EATING EVERY WORD 😤

Also my wips are actually dissolving so cant be finished :D /silly

[artistkeval]

Clown week is coming to a close, so take this:

Clownification Beam! I curse thee with tomfoolery

I have been clowned.

@nicmares404

[artistkeval]

Are you..a manwhore?

I take the fifth.