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I made so much lore for the Angelum trio, you would not believe....

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Fem Face Redesign!

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The Light, the Star, and the Moon

Angelum Trio Cuddles!

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Shout-out to the three lil storks outside my house for making me want to draw babydorah

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HEY!! Go commission my friend @utterfuckingchaos!

They really really need it!

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Hey Acacius. Mind giving us a tour of your planet? Also what's your opinion on Zharka?

* "...That might've been a bit rude, but.... I just don't like talking to family over there. Not everyone's bad, just-

...Nevermind..."

. . .

* Staring at Zharka brings painful memories, ones that Acacius doesn't like to think about...

What he was forced to lose long ago still stings like a fresh wound in his heart.

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Cookie Heist - Oneshot

If someone were to ever ask Usol who he thought the greatest chef in the entire world was, he'd say it was Solomon.

He almost fainted the first time he tried some food that the demon bat made for him years ago, before devouring every last bite.

Whenever it was dinnertime and there were any leftovers, a full-blown war would break out among the Not-Monsters over who would get it. They would nearly kill one another all over what was a few bites of food.

Red would have to force all of them apart and get them to calm down for them to get their small share... which always scared Usol, but he also understood why they did it.

Solomon's cooking was so good, it could possibly send another demon straight to heaven if he wanted it to.

Which is why it wasn't all that unusual when Face approached Usol in his room one night, proposing a deal.

Usol was laying in the hammock he made his bed, nestling into the soft blankets and preparing to drift to sleep soon. Wild daydreams flew through his tired eyes as he got comfortable.

Just as he felt sleep slowly wash over him, a sudden noise made him jolt awake.

"Huh...? What was that?"

He looked around his room and to the closet, where his stack of comics were now knocked over.

He whined in disappointment and went to put them back. It took him all day to stack them in the right order, and now he'd have to do it all over again!

He shoved them into the closet, a sudden whisper made him jolt again. "Psst! Hey kid!"

He looked around, quickly spotting Face, who was floating under his hammock in its ninja disguise.

"What're you doing in here?" He tilted his head, "Don't you have to go to bed soon, too?"

"Nevermind that! I got a mission to propose to ya!"

"A mission? Can't we do this tomorrow?"

Face's voice deepened, mimicking some star from an action movie it saw.

"Why tomorrow, agent? It's a Friday, and almost summer break! Why not start out with a bang?"

"Um... I dunno... Do I get any cool spy gear?"

"Uh...... N- No, no, none of that." They admitted, "But, there's a reward far greater than any spy gear in the world!"

"Really? Any spy gear in the world...?"

"You betcha! Greater than any tracking machine or doodad in the universe..."

"What could be better than that?"

"A heist to obtain the most deliciously amazing cookies ever created...! I'm doin' it tonight, but need a sidekick to pull it off smoothly..."

"I dunno... wouldn't we get in trouble if we're caught?"

"Ah-ah-ah! If we are caught, doesn't mean we will be if we're stealthy enough to pass security..."

Now Usol was even more confused. "Huh...? What security? It's just a kitchen."

"We won't have to worry about it one bit- now, are you up for it? A heist to get the greatest cookies in the universe...?"

Would this really be worth sneaking around the cave and maybe waking up someone, just for the richest chocolate, the softest dough, cookies so amazing it could calm anyone?

The small monster hesitated.

"Well, agent? What's your move?"

"I'll do it! But we have to be careful..."

"Glad to have ya on board, kiddo!"

*****

Rubbing his tired eyes again in an attempt to stay awake, Usol draped a blanket over himself. Hopefully it'd help muffle any noise he'd make- he didn't have any black clothing.

"So... What exactly's the plan?" He whispered, Face turned to him from the door and shushed him.

"Ssshhh! I'm trying to look for any guards..." They turned back, looking through the ajar door, "You never know when one could show up looking for a snack..."

He stayed quiet for a minute, listening for anything unusual...

The distant bug songs, Solomon's snoring from upstairs, no beeps or whirring sounds from either of the mechs, and no groaning from Not-Baragon.

They'd hidden in a hallway closet, thinking that they'd heard Not-Varan waking up. "Did you heard birdie-head, too?" Face whispered, still in its ninja disguise.

The kitchen was so, so close and victory just a few moments away.

Usol listened for another minute. "Hm... I don't think I did. Maybe it was just Red sleeping?"

"Right- we're in the clear...!" Face rolled its way out of the closet, "We're almost there, agent!"

He followed right behind them, tip-toeing until he stopped before the kitchen, starlight illuminating the windows.

There the cookie jar was, right on top of the fridge. Close enough to the back he could barely see it...

Usol smiled, excitement bubbling through him as he followed Face behind the counter.

"We've almost got them...! Now, go! Hurry and grab them!"

The small monster rushed to the fridge, darting to the edge with a few beats of his wings. Pulling himself up, he grabbed the heavy jar.

"Psst! Face! Come on, it's too heavy for me to fly with!"

Face floated to the front, watching as Usol pushed the jar to the edge. "Can you catch it?"

"Sure can-"

Without warning, the jar fell, and Face scrambled to catch it in time as Usol glided down to the counter.

Face hurried to his side, both of them giggling and about to burst with happiness. Finally, they had the greatest cookies known to monsterkind-!

"WE GOT EM! WE FINALLY GOT EEEMMM! WE CAN BE IMMORTAL!"

A creak was heard from above, forcing Usol to shove the lid into Face's mouth, shushing them. A thump was heard followed by footsteps and more creaking floorboards.

He snapped his head back to the doorway, a distant red light illuminating it before disappearing as the footsteps grew nearer.

He ripped the lid out of Face's mouth and dragged them behind the counter and out of view.

Red was awake for his midnight snack.

"What's wrong?-"

"Dad- Red's awake, genius!"

Just as Face was about to give an idea, the steps had become tapping on the floor as the Hellbeast scurried towards them. He groaned and stretched his tail with a crack, muttering in annoyance.

Usol clung onto the jar for dear life, fear growing in his tiny heart. Slowly, Red looked over the whole kitchen, glancing behind him for a second as his eyes glowed.

He swore that he sensed intruders...

Maybe not.

Keeping their breathing quiet, Face sunk beneath a spare box as the Hellbeast past the window. It watched as he opened some cabinets and looked through them.

"Hmm.... No..." Then he closed them with a yawn and looked toward the fridge, where he seemed more excited.

It felt their heart pop out of existence.

"We need to get out. Now..." Face whispered, glancing back to see Red straighten himself up and reach for the top. Feeling around.

A low chittering sound rumbled from him just as they were about to make a mad dash. Glowing pupils enveloped the room in a red light.

The light of doom.

They were dead.

The beast snapped his head around, looking over the whole room unnaturally fast. They watched as the glow and shadow sped around and under the table-

The light twitched, then was at the lower cabinets, finding nothing among there.

Usol flinched as he shut the doors and the glow rushed elsewhere. The panic in his chest loosened and he could breathe again.

Face peeked from behind the box, he was gone. It floated down to Usol's level, "I have an idea- I'll distract him and you go!"

In an instant, they were frozen in terror again. The whole room coated in red, the Hellbeast frozen before the window as all but them were seen.

Usol tried to swallow his fear and the tears that'd come.

He had to be brave, he needed to be.

"No, no, no, don't cry, please don't cry...!" Face begged, "Please, please don't..."

The Hellbeast's steps grow louder and nearer.

Tears welled in Usol's eyes and it knew it was over. Then the wailing cry and tears began, Red flinching back in alarm.

"Wh- Usol?!"

Flicking his tail, the lights were on as he found the small monster crying on the floor and clutching the cookie jar. Face rambling out apologizes and explanations as Red scooped Usol into his arms, trying to comfort him.

"I am so, so sorry... I thought someone broke in and wanted to hurt you..."

"We just- we just wanted to get some cookies- but- but we didn't want to get in trouble...." Usol sniffled through tears, "I didn't want you to be mad...!"

"I'm not, I promise..." He rubbed the small monster's head, "I never wanted to scare you, and I am so sorry."

"You- you aren't mad?" Red shook his head and wiped away his tears. "Then... can we have some cookies?"

"Hmm...." He glanced at Face, looking as innocent as can be. It wouldn't hurt anyone, really... He smiled down at Usol and pat him on the head as he set him down. "Of course you can. Just once..."

Usol and Face erupted into cheers, raising the jar high like a great treasure. They had finally won!

"Just save some for me!"

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1k Word Writing Commissions

Hello!

Unemployed again due to recently moving to a new city! Would be cool for you guys to spread the word and perhaps grab yourselves some commissions.

Commissions Here

Thank you in advance!

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I assure you: somebody, somewhere, is on the exact same wavelength as you are.

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Best creepypasta character ever

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Mothras side

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It’s Summer Time!

(Featuring Face and the self-proclaimed ‘Better’ Face.)

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Kaijune 2025: Day 30 - Emperor

Kaiju: Emperor Ghidorah

Lore:

From the wound in the sky, 3 heads emerged. Godzilla and Mothra defended the planet with all their might, firing their weapons and working in tandem to try and take down the cosmic scourge.

Emperor Ghidorah cackled, the noise was foreign... Alien... And fired its beams at the duo. Their battle raged as the old world bore witness to a fight as it was meant to unfold.

Zhyr’ka, Thul’ven, and Kzorr’eth reconvened around the battle, crying out a warning before they detonated the crater that they'd been growing across the surface. They were children of the void, Emperor Ghidorah's progeny, they'd prepared the planet for his arrival.

Godzilla and Mothra fell to Emperor Ghidorah, their bodies contorting into petrified husks as two massive pillars rose out of the planet, their ascent never stopping. The spires pierced the new world and continued spinning upwards.

The inhabitants watched in horror as an opening began forming between the spires. Just as the energy reached its apex, Emperor Ghidorah cackled and focused on the portal he'd created.

That's when he laid his eyes upon the other side of it, seeing-

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Don’t let anyone tell you that writing is easy.

People oftentimes think that anyone can be a good writer because it’s just words. People might devalue writing and say that you should be doing something better and more lucrative with your time.

Writing takes effort, writing takes skill, writing takes discipline and writing takes practice.

It’s staying up until 6 in the morning because you want to get all of your thoughts down before you forget them. It’s tearing your hair out because you’re stuck, and you don’t know how to continue on. It’s rereading your writing and hating the words you’ve written because they sound so stilted and boring.

Writers, what you are doing now is an impressive thing. You’re attempting to create an entire world from scratch, create compelling characters that will capture the hearts of readers, trying to explain that brilliant scene in words when you can visualize it so clearly in your mind.

It can be a really difficult and daunting task, but you’re doing it and you’re doing it well. It’s not worthless, it’s not meaningless, and it has a lot of value. 

Writing is the joy of your characters coming to life. It’s the rush that you get when you finally get to that one scene you’ve been dying to write. It’s feeling like you want to cry when someone tells you that they loved what you wrote. It’s that sense of accomplishment you get when you can look back at what you’ve written and say “wow… I actually did this.” It’s the sense of fulfillment you get when you’ve had a productive day. It’s those long days of just thinking about how your story is going to surprise you, and planning ahead 20 novels in advance because you love your writing and your story. It’s the joy of creating, the fruits of your labor, and the excitement of sharing it with other people who will love it just as much as you do.

Nothing will ever take that away from you. Let yourself be proud of being a writer. Give yourself a pat on your back and say “Hey you know what? I love writing, and I’m doing great.” Because you are. You’re doing something really hard, and you’re doing it well.

Writing is an art that can touch people’s hearts, and if that’s not magical I don’t know what is.

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Day 29 - Arch Angel

Kaiju: Terra Godzilla, Seraphim Mothra

Lore:

The sky splitting open set off a set of events that rocked the planet. Most of the docile Kaiju sought out refuge, the nemesis kaiju - apex or otherwise - took over the old world with some of the larger ones taking aim at the new world high above them.

But before the new world could become an unfortunate echo of the old one, the planet shook. Much like a few of the other massive Kaiju, each step this beast took was threatening to shift the planet's axis.

Kurzek’ron, now revealed to be Terra Godzilla, a relic beast from a time that the old world humans had nearly forgotten, arrived. Upon his back, a colossal moth named "Mothra."

If any of the larger kaiju tried to approach at an angle that Godzilla couldn't see, she would ignite them with an otherworldly flame that fired from the ring that floated above her head.

Godzilla was immense, the biggest kaiju that this set of worlds had ever seen. He easily broke up territorial disputes, his power so absolute that the other beasts fled his very presence.

He seemed unstoppable, invincible, indomitable.

Then the sky cracked open.

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The two best reasons to ship anything are:

1.Incredible deep and detailed narrative themes. The parallels that seem to hit just right, the narrative foils that they can be to each other, the intricate dynamic that's both extremely complex and easily understood. The juxtaposition between something that's harsh and undoubtedly toxic, with the softer undertones, the parts where you read in-between the lines and find a mutual feeling of loneliness from both parts, their intrinsic understanding of each other comes from the mere fact that they're each others mirrored reflections and shadows. In the end both sides will be together forever, and you as an audience can clearly see their tragedy laid out before in a path that blurs pure anguish and tender romance

2.It would be so fucking funny