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No punishment. Just like how nobody needs to be punished for being born.

Except you, of course.

Extras:

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My own contribution to the fandom. I designed my own humanoid design for Theodora.

She is based on ancient Peruvian and Greek influences.

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My own contribution to the fandom. I designed my own humanoid design for Theodora.

She is based on ancient Peruvian and Greek influences.

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A present for @pukefactory Her character Carmine Crusher in the Sonic style.

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Hello, you know how ENA has the opportunity to pet most if not all the animal like entities in Dream BBQ? Could I get a writing of her petting the Human Reader because:

1. They can.

2. It’s in her personality to do that.

3. Cuteness Aggression.

And notice how it’s Meanie’s hand that’s always petting the babies, make of that as you will.

TURN OFF YOUR TV •• ━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━ ••

What: 5 Headcanons of ENA the Worker X Reader

Who: ENA the Worker, from ENA Dream BBQ (by Joel G)

How Much: ~800 words, ~3 mins

Credits: Image Banner -> Joel G, Divider -> @cafekitsune

Warnings: None, Besides Slight Angst

You’ve been hanging out with ENA for a while, and while you adore her, and she you, you realized after your fourth time needing saved that you weren’t cut out for the unpredictable, intense journeys brought on by her employment. At the time, ENA was on a mission that required two people: One would be the lookout and the other would need to blow on a lever which looked like a pinwheel to open the door to an ice temple in the sky. At least, that was the plan on paper. What actually happened was more like this: you were captivated watching ENA at work and an irate wind farmer found you perched in your crow’s nest, trapping you in a giant popsicle as punishment. ENA had a job to do, but she dropped it to help you escape. After that, the temple was on high alert for 'rude bipedal entities' and the mission was impossible.

Ever since then, you’ve decided to stop coming on adventures, much to ENA’s surprising displeasure. “WHAT! You’re my partner in business, you lazy worm! What do you mean you’re ‘sitting this one out’?!” You were just so tired of letting her down, you explained. She did far better on her own, and you didn’t want her to get in trouble with her job or anything. ENA wasn’t hearing it, and Meanie wasn’t getting the job done. It was time to sell. “OK. Yes, the mission didn’t go as expected. But there’s no need to be a solo practitioner over getting distracted.” You gulped nervously, to which ENA gave a blank (knowing?) smile and looked thoughtful for a moment. “We’ll have your finances straightened out soon enough.” You had no idea what that meant. Little did you know, she was already setting a plan in motion.

ENA began inviting you on miniature adventures where the stakes were lower, although she was doing her best to be subtle about her intentions. “There’s an errand I want you to go on with me. Dual investment!” “Here’s an offer you can’t refuse: An upstanding angler wants us to help him find the Devil’s Toybox, and the only thing we need to do is help steer the boat!” “There’s a water factory which has run out of water, it seems. They need a tough customer to run on a wheel so they can keep the sky open long enough to get ice. Sounds like it should be easy to help them with their recession.” They’re all pretty simple jobs, meaning that you don’t screw them up as much as you do the big ones. ENA notices, though, that these smaller jobs still aren’t perking you up the way she thought they would. So, she starts giving you little rewards to help put some pep back in your step.

You help ENA keep a ladder still so that she can grab a high-up library book which has a stickman trapped inside. You are rewarded with a self-eating apple. You hold the angler to make sure she doesn’t fall into the inky lake, and you all crack open the Devil’s Toybox to find creepy little puppet versions of everyone on the boat. ENA gifts you a snowglobe with a rooster inside which points to anything that looks like a sun. You and ENA take turns running on the wheel, and after the factory is running again, she gives you a metal hat with oni faces on it. While you appreciate the gifts, you know that ENA is trying to recondition you to make you feel better about going on missions with her again. And ENA realizes fairly quickly that the gifts aren’t lifting your spirits the way they ought to. Salesman couldn’t get the job done, so maybe it should be Meanie’s turn.

ENA continues on her quest to resurrect your moxie. Gifts don’t work as she expected, so she switches to a new form of reinforcement. After another little job is finished, instead of her Salesman side trading you something, she lets her pale side take over and do whatever feels right. No more calculations, just feeling. Before you even know what’s happening, ENA is sitting next to you, her pale claw stroking your head, taking time to comb through it and occasionally circle it around her finger. Her voice is gruff but caring. “That stupid mission… You have a thick skull, but even you should know that I don’t take you on missions because I want you to do something for me. I want you to do something with me.” Hazily, you open your eyes and see that she’s looking straight into yours. You tell her that she doesn’t need to bribe you anymore. “But don’t think you’re not getting off the hook that easy! We’re adding this to the routine. Get used to it!” You don’t argue. You just focus on the rare Meanie smile presented to you.

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•☽────✧˖°˖ HUMAN CONDITIONER ˖°˖✧────☾•

(COMMISSION)

★ Summary: A Compilation of Headcanons Featuring Salesperson ENA X Faoladh (WereBeast) Reader

★ Commissioner: @namosaga

★ Character(s): Salesperson ENA (ENA: Dream BBQ)

★ Genre: Headcanons, SFW

★ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

★ Image Credits: @JoelG

☆ ENA doesn’t flinch when you first shift in front of her. Not even when your bones snap like dry branches and your body bulges into something else entirely. She leans in. “Interesting! Do you require a muzzle for this meeting, or will a hug suffice?”

☆ Her Salesperson side adores your beast-form. She frequently pitches it as a business investment. “Imagine the marketing opportunities—Animal Branding! Built-in fur! Guaranteed loyalty, claws included!” The Meanie side, meanwhile, watches you with narrowed eyes. “Your ears twitch when you lie. Don’t think I don’t see that, mongrel.”

☆ She talks to you differently depending on your shape. In your beast-form, she rambles poetic nonsense. “Oh brave little predator, full of snarls and soft intentions… tell me, would you tear open the sun for me?” You wag your tail in spite of your words. It’s a yes.

☆ ENA rides you like a knight would ride a steed when you’re in your larger forms. Not because she has to. She just finds it dramatic. “ONWARD, BEAST! TO THE BATHROOM!” You growl once and take off. She whoops like it’s a carnival ride.

☆ Sometimes, during your exceedingly painful transformations, you bite down on your own arm to stifle the cries. ENA notices this and, one night, holds your head in her lap instead. “Yell, if you must,” her softer voice murmurs. “I won’t run.”

☆ You once growled at someone who insulted ENA. She leaned into your snarling teeth with that unreadable smirk. “Would you bite them for me, or is that crossing an HR line?”

☆ In your beast-form, you often curl up next to her and purr in your sleep, an instinctive comfort. She records the sound on a loop. “Soothing. Marketable. Weirdly romantic.” Her clawed hand gently runs through your fur, careful not to wake you.

☆ Sometimes you wake up mid-transformation and forget where you are. Your claws are out, the air smells of blood, and your heart’s racing. ENA doesn’t run. She approaches with hands raised. “Are you friend or foe today? …Doesn’t matter. I’ve got coffee and a blanket.”

☆ When she panics, you get protective fast. You block her with your body, fur bristling and teeth bared. Her voice stutters from joy to fury: “Back OFF! This werebeast is—uh—my emotional support disaster, THANK YOU!”

☆ She once made you wear a shirt that said “Howl if you love me.” You shredded it by accident the first time you transformed. She looked delighted. “Wow! Custom tearaway feature!” You chew on the pieces of torn fabric.

☆ She has names for all your moods. “Snarly friend” when you’re cranky. “Cuddle fluff” when you’re clingy. “Fluffy Panic Attack Deluxe Edition” when you try to mask pain with jokes. You hate how accurate they are.

☆ She asks if you were cursed or born this way. You shrug. She nods solemnly. “Hereditary? That makes it harder to monetize, but also more tragic. I respect that.” She never asks again.

☆ Her dreams are strange, full of foghorns and bleeding clocks. But when you sleep next to her in beast-form, she has fewer nightmares. You press your muzzle against her head when she trembles. She murmurs, “Thank you, terrifying creature comfort unit.”

☆ When you’re in your animal state and growling at shadows, ENA doesn’t panic. She follows your gaze, squints into the air, and mutters, “Huh. The ambience does feel cursed. Thanks for the heads-up, beastly friend.”

☆ The first time you accidentally bit her (a light, panicked nip), she instantly froze. Then she whispered, “Was that foreplay?” Her Meanie side screamed for a full minute and then made you apologize to the moon.

☆ She gives you strange trinkets as love offerings. Once, she brought you a glowing pebble that whispered secrets. “For your hoard,” she said, deadpan. “All werebeasts have hoards, right?”

☆ Your fur sheds all over her cap. She pretends to be annoyed, but never brushes it off. One time, she plucked a loose tuft from her collar and muttered, “I should bottle your scent. Call it: Devotion™. Do you think that would sell?”

☆ You don’t always understand her, and she doesn’t always understand you. But when the moon is high and the sky is broken glass, you lie beside her and you both understand silence. You’re here together and suppose that’s what counts the most against all odds.

☆ She once called you her “entire target demographic.” When you asked what she meant, she replied, “Wild. Feral. Mysterious. Beautiful. Absolutely hopeless at taxes.” You licked her face. She didn’t complain.

☆ In her worst moments—cracked face, no pupils, body leaking purple blood—you transform anyway. You crawl beside her on four legs, unafraid. Because even monsters need a warm body to curl against when the world is too much. And you are hers. And she is yours. Even if neither of you are quite human anymore.

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· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • · Punishment for the Moon · • —– ٠

A *biiiig* thank you to @namosaga for commissioning this piece! I hope it lives up to expectations, honk honk.

What: 6 ENA the Worker X Werecat Reader Headcanons

Who: ENA the Worker from ENA Dream BBQ (by Joel G)

How Much: ~1500 Words, ~5 Mins

Credits: Image Banner -> Joel G, Divider -> @saradika-graphics

Warnings: None

ENA took a liking to you almost immediately. Many entities in her world were fluid in shape, but few held a similar motif of duality within their being as concentrated as she did. In her eyes, you were just like her. And on top of that, you wanted to… be with her! She didn’t know how to quantify nor explain how enlightening such a bond was to her, so she simply expressed it in the only way she knew how. “I think that our shared assets have a similar trend, and they multiply in value every single day, so… It’d be the financially wise decision for you to see me every day, right?” Salesperson donned a gentle smile and tilted her cap over her eyes, gently dancing in place from side to side. You agreed, of course; ENA was something just as special to you. She knew what she was like, and in knowing herself understood you deeply without needing to say a word. Never a fright nor judgemental stare was elicited by your admittedly fearsome form. Meanie put it best. “Why should I be scared of a furry mountain like you?! You’re nothing but fuzz-origami!” Her words were harsh, but she stood on her tippy-toes so that her clawed hand could gently scritch your ears. Something in the back of your mind told you understood what she was saying. It was probably true. Something else told you that she wasn’t insulting you. That one was unsure; her tone made it hard to tell.

ENA picks up on a lot of similarities between you two, and tries to “capitalize on the trend,” as she so corporate-speaks it. Practically speaking, it’s like a bonding exercise where she tries to copy your metamorphoses. When you shift into your werecat form, bulking up and going wild, pointed ears flicking out, she tries to mimic your transformation and unleash Meanie, striking a pose and brandishing her clawed hand, cackling madly. “Now we’re getting incendiary! GUNS BLAZING!” When people look at you two in alarm, you frantically try to wave your paws to assure them that you are not going to go on a rampage, despite ENA’s enthusiasm. When you shift back to your humanoid form, ENA pockets Meanie and slips into Salesperson, cunning grin spread across her face and conspiracies already noted down in her daytime planner. “What an effective weight loss technique! I suppose finesse is the name of the game today?”

Your cubist girlfriend has, quite sadly, never had a real friend who simply enjoyed her company, let alone loved her. Most of her relationships were one of proximity to speaking coffee machines and “hey, I have a job for you”. Her greatest trade offer of all was thus: in exchange for your love, she loved you back. Hard. Starting out, though, she has trouble knowing what to do with herself and how to navigate the testy waters of a new relationship with you. While ENA didn’t mean to, she started out treating you a little bit like a tool to help her get to where she needed to be. She’d lead you to an obstacle and clap her hands with practiced enthusiasm, usually something you could demolish which impeded her progress. “Say, partner, how about a deal? Could you become a titan of industry for me and crash the market? Go big or go home? Feline up to it?” ENA’s success made her happy, which made you happy, so you gladly monstered out and destroyed whatever wall or barricade or incredibly rude rainrock golem stood in her way.

Over time, ENA learns to slow down and be more intimate with you. While she usually loves zipping all over the place with productivity spring-loaded into every step, ENA learns that she actually really enjoys taking it easy with you and napping together. She busies herself frequently with missions, but it’s not uncommon at all for her to make a stop at wherever you’re at and insist that you take a rest with her. You’re more than happy to sleep next to the one you love (two amazing things in one activity), but you like to put up some playful resistance to see how she reacts. Meanie always tags in to take the bait. “Listen up, bud. I’m here for my regularly-scheduled mind maintenance! I marked it on your calendar three times already, not to mention my stupid planner!” She rips open her planner and flips the pages angrily in your face. Coupons with your face doodled on them fall out and she frantically recollects them. “Ignore those!” Eventually you drop the act and agree to snuggle. ENA’s crimson side likes to lay next to you and position her arm as a pillow for you—it’s sort of a weird side-hug. Her pale side drapes herself over you, turning you into the pillow. Sometimes ENA likes to snuggle you in your humanoid form because she can hug all of you at once, but other times she not-so-subtly hints that she wants you to be the big cat for a while. She says things like, “Paws ON the merchandise!” (Who can blame her? You’re big and soft.) She doesn’t know the word ‘werecat’ nor ‘therianthrope’, though, so she once prompted you with this bit of gold: “Can you be the mascot for me?” And just like that your pride was shattered. Not that there’s much left to salvage when a simple touch from her is all it takes to earn a rumbling purr from you.

You like to be around her, not just to hang out with her, but to protect her as well. It’s a dangerous world out there, and even if ENA is faced with something that even a lumbering werecat can’t stop, you feel a bit better knowing that it’s at least an option that she can fall back on. ENA appreciates it but is pretty blunt with how she feels about this. “Your application is noted and appreciated, but I have a lot of job experience. You have made a very safe investment. Besides… YOU HAVEN’T EVEN SEEN ME WITH A HANDFAN YET! DO I LOOK WEAK TO YOU?! EVERY MOOK IS A TOUGH CUSTOMER UNTIL THEY’RE… ahem. Until they’re liquidated.” She sings that last part like it’s a corporate jingle. You end up insisting on coming along with her on adventures anyways. It’s not just physical danger you ought to protect her from—there’s emotional danger out there, as well. And ENA’s pride won’t allow her to admit it a lot of the time, but it helps her a great deal to have you near. Once, ENA had to deliver a samurai’s suitcase to a shady casino owner in order to negotiate with him. She was confident in her deal-making technique and social poise. You didn’t want to her to be despirited, but the truth of the matter is that ENA isn’t a perfect salesman; in fact, on some days she’s more like a loon whose speech is decorated with suit-ties and shoe-polish shine. And you love your loon. You need your loon. But you’re not sure that your low-poly sweetheart can handle an actual diplomatic meeting. So, you stand by to… assist. “Let’s identify your cold spots and construct a graph. Every angle confirms my conspiracy theory: This suitcase is a lucrative asset for you to invest in.” The casino boss looks disinterested (or, as disinterested as a hieroglyph of a jellyfish can look). When ENA is too busy gesturing wildly to her captive audience, you shift into your much more intimidating form and lean forward to properly menace. The casino boss sweats a little and ENA turns back to you, huffing from an intense and passionate sales pitch. You’re already back to your human form, waving inconspicuously to her. The jellyfish guy took the deal and ENA stood triumphant, jumping up and kissing you and buzzing with victory. “What happened tonight will revolutionize the lottery sector! Oh thank you, thank you!” Did she know what you did? She never said anything if so.

There are times when your instincts kick in and you take off after a particularly annoying character. You can’t help it, and ENA knows that. Now, ENA herself is not a very violent person (at least not anymore), but she definitely won’t try to reign you in if you’re dealing with a real hardhead. She runs after you when you tear off after the source of irritation but doesn’t lift a finger to help your quarry. “Where the revenue goes, one must follow!” she shouts at you as they run away. Her hat is blown off her head in the chaos. She really doesn’t mind this behavior from you; in fact, she likes it. ENA has a soft spot for your wild strength and finds it attractive, especially when you're standing up for her. (Imagine that, someone big standing up for her!) “You really suited up for battle… All for me,” she says, giving you a kiss. “How about next time, you let me be the auditor?” Later on, when you’re being harassed by a stick figure nobleman, Meanie jumps out of the bushes and screeches through her megaphone at them, an admittedly startling event. They run for the hills. “I am a beast of burden, and my taxes are never fully filed.” She smugly adjusts her cap. You pick up the crown and wear it, your spoils of victory. ENA flashes a crimson smile. "You look like promotion material!"

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It's a yes.

Inspired by @pukefactory's ENA x Faoladh (WereBeast) Reader headcanons.

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i feel a normal amount of emotions about this fictional woman i promise

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And guess who was inspired by this. Have my own little addition to your masterpiece, @pukefactory.

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“Don’t leave me in here again,” she begs in both voices, harmonised, like a hymn and a siren.

You press your forehead to hers and whisper, “Then don’t disappear on me.”

If only it was that simple…

…

“You see, I heard the Door you are at is about to close right now. That means you may get trapped in there, you know?” Froggy mentioned over the phone (if you can call that red cup and string a phone, but you’re used to that by now. It’s the least weird thing you’ve seen).

∃NA was completely unphased, as if Froggy was simply telling her the weather. Her red side responded. “Well! It’s time to be that one drop inside that ocean full of opportunities! Am I right?”

“AH. Sure, sure. I forgot you have your sale’s tricks” Froggy breathed. ∃NA’s reassurance seemed to be all Froggy needed to drop any concerns he may have had, if simply for the return of a worker. “You really are good at those, aren’t you?”

The world was so grey after you two had turned the smoke off. Literally grey. Sickly. A world so full of bright flashing neon lights had turned into the fallen ashes of Pompeii in an instant. Silence rang out, lumbering in a scene once full of noise; your ears ringing as if trying to replace the grand symphony that defined this world only moments ago.

Wrong.

The world began to look like a mere concept. A world simply full of assets, used and unused alike, in some sort of twisted video game. You two traveled towards the door.

You can feel something in your body twitch. At first you thought it as just a reaction to this world’s distortion. But then the twitch grew. Into an itch. Into a burning. Into a fire that grew so hot it quickly became a tingling numbness. You looked down.

Polygons.

Polygons slowly were slicing through you. No, they were growing on you. From you. Around you. And not just you. The others too. The other people- the other assets. And looking up… they were forming on ∃NA too.

Wrong.

wrong. Wrong. WRong. WRONG. WRONG. WRONG.

Your heart hammered. Your breathing quickened. You weren’t sure what was happening but you wanted it to *stop*!

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Time no longer ticked. Or it ticked very slowly. Or very quickly. Every nanosecond stretched out into a thousand years. Or did every thousand years pass by in a nanosecond? What was time?

You were everywhere. You are nowhere. You are a dying universe, expanse as vast as infinity. You are the heart of a pin-sized black hole, matter packed away tighter and tighter and tighter. Every atom zings and dances, enranged and screaming like a swarm with a dying queen.

You felt your pinky finger twitch. You have no pinky finger.

Where was ∃NA? It hurts, your consciousness screamed into the expanse, a whisper in the broken code. Silence rings back at your formless existence. Deafening silence, thunderous as a war drum. Why wasn’t she here with you? Were you simply left abandoned? To be separated atom by atom and code by code? Did she manage to escape? Should you rejoice? Should you mourn? You don’t know.

It hurts…

Please come back…

I’m scared…

Purgatory.

Schrödinger’s anomaly.

You try to scream. You have no mouth.

•☽────✧˖°˖ EVENING SCHEDULE ˖°˖✧────☾•

(COMMISSION)

★ Summary: A Compilation Of Headcanons Featuring Salesperson ENA Being Separated From The Reader As You Are Trapped In The Lonely Door

★ Commissioner: @namosaga

★ Character(s): Salesperson ENA (ENA: Dream BBQ)

★ Genre: Headcanons, SFW

★ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

★ Image Credits: @JoelG

The respawn hits like a headache. Not the polite kind, either—no, this one’s jagged and cold and lonely in all the wrong places. ENA blinks back into the Hub, blinking and blinking until her triangle pupils shake from the strain. Something’s wrong. Something’s missing. “Where’s my associate?” she demands, red-side first, voice a silken pitch of mock-customer service panic. “Where’s my contractual companion? My deal-partner, my emergency exit buddy?” Froggy doesn’t even glance up from the clipboard. “Back already, huh? Good. Got another job for you. Big smoke issue. Very urgent. Big big fog. Go do the thing.” “No. No no no—I felt them behind me! I grabbed their hand—!” Meanie side takes over mid-sentence, volume flaring into a banshee scream. “WHERE IS THE BATHROOM BASTARD!? DID THEY GET SUCKED BACK IN!?” Froggy snorts. “Probably stuck in the Lonely Door. That’s what happens when you hesitate.” “You call this hesitation?! I TRUSTED the algorithm!” ENA screeches, arms flailing as her shadow elongates weirdly behind her, puppet-like, cartoon loops of panic glitching around her legs. “SEND ME BACK IN!!” “It’s a one-way valve, you neon ferret. Can’t un-flush a dimension.” But ENA is already pacing in figure-eights, her red side babbling like a hotline agent mid-breakdown. “We must file an appeal. Get a Genie. Get a mannequin. Get GØD. We cannot leave them. They are still in there. With it. With that. They’ll be all… cracked.” Froggy mutters something about caffeine and overtime, but it barely registers. ENA’s claws dig into her temples, yellow side twitching, blinking, muttering: “I didn’t mean to leave them. I didn’t mean to. This wasn’t in the pitch deck…” Even for a Salesperson, some deals hurt too much to walk away from.

☆ The Door doesn’t swing shut—it clenches. Clenches its thin muscles like the mouth of something divine and bored. ENA’s voice flattens into a hum, just shy of hopeful. “Let’s conclude this endeavor, shall we?” she offers with a tilt of her head, but her eyes don’t match. Her pupils are missing again. You don’t have time to ask where they went. Your legs are cubes now. You can feel the vertices.

☆ It begins like static in the bloodstream. You blink and your hand is a jpeg of a hand. ENA turns toward you and grins—Salesperson, all customer service and plastic cheer. “Not to worry, asset decay is standard in unscheduled transitions. Just think of it as… modular.” You try to scream. It renders as a corrupted flute trill.

☆ “YOU LOOK RIDICULOUS,” Meanie blurts, voice warping, lips out of sync. “FIX YOUR STUPID BODY ALREADY—WHAT ARE YOU, A YOUTUBE THUMBNAIL?!” It’s the closest thing to a plea she can muster. ENA is glitching too. Her torso duplicates and overlaps, one frame behind the other. She stumbles when she laughs. You see her blood is orange now. No—it’s loading.

☆ The hallway outside the Door is collapsing like an unraveling .zip file. Textureless walls crumbling and folding underneath itself. ENA’s hat drifts past you, and she doesn’t notice. Or maybe she left it behind on purpose.

☆ “You go ahead, I’ll catch up,” ENA says. But she says it while stepping backward, smiling with the kind of smile that doesn’t want to be watched fall apart. You beg her not to leave. She shrugs. “It’s not abandonment. It’s automation. You’re simply stuck in the wrong instance.” Her voice cracks. She was never meant to stay.

☆ You watch your own mouth vanish. There’s no time to panic before ENA—not the one you knew, but the mannequin she’s puppeting—shudders to life in the main world, glitching and sputtering before she’s finally cut free of her binds. Froggy, grumpy as ever, berates her: “Quit being so unprofessional, people will get the wrong idea! What even happened?!” ENA doesn’t answer. Her eyes are looking at something else. Something behind Froggy.

☆ In the Door’s fading echo, you hear the sound of typing. Dozens of voices speaking in code. “If statement. Boolean value. Body = NULL.” ENA tried to hold them together, but she was losing cohesion. Her model couldn’t keep up. Her limbs lagged in and out of place. You then realized—too late—that she was never supposed to bring you this far. And she never expected this outcome.

☆ As Froggy chews her out, ENA’s head tilts and she whispers: “There’s something still inside. I left them. I had to. I didn’t want to be unmade.” She wrings her mitt-shaped hand with her clawed one. “You’re mad, right? I should’ve stayed?” Her voice warps with guilt, skipping like a scratched DVD. Froggy stares. Then mutters: “…You’re not even here.”

☆ In the Door’s final light, you see ENA one last time. Not as a whole, not even as halves. But as shards. Her voices no longer alternate—they collide. “I’ll save you—” “NO I WON’T—” “What’s your pain point—” “SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP—” The Door slams its fleshy arms shut like a final period on a sentence never proofread. Silence echoes like a scream with nowhere to go.

☆ Back in the hub, the casino gleams. Froggy stamps forms. Business resumes. But sometimes, the lights flicker. ENA’s body twitches. She grins and spins her cap. “You look like someone with a lot of unresolved data.” she says to herself. You’re not coming back. But ENA watches the Door anyway. Because maybe. Just maybe. The save file is still corrupt, but not deleted.

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More Werebeast persona!

Original Here. Second One Here.

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POV: You're ƎNA

I was inspired by @pukefactory after all her amazing work. So what did I draw? Her favorite character? ENA (after they wrote so many commissions for me)? No. A one-sentence character.

I have no regrets.

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All my babies say Happy Easter! May you all have delicious chocolate and eggs and lots of fun!

Opal - Amel Palmetto Corn Snake Chiastolite - Nuclear Ball Python Garnet - Red Monster Bearded Dragon Jasper - Corn Snake (unknown morph) Andesine - Scaleless Okeetee Corn Snake

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Another entry into #SternMultiDrift

For those unfamiliar, Thesterninator (Youtube and Bluesky) is a fakemon creator whose server I joined recently. He started a challenge called #Multiversal Drift, where you create alternate people, plots, or scenarios to the pokemon universe!

These lovelies are the thought-children of my brother, and I simply created the art for him.

Aether Foundation AU:

Alternate Universe of Sun and Moon where the Aether Foundation researches the Pokemon Afterlife instead of Ultra Wormholes, and Veiled Pokemon are alternate forms of Pokemon that can be found in areas where the veil between life and death is at its thinnest.

The entries submitted are Veiled Ralts, Veiled Kirlia, Banshevoir and Dullade. Instead of emotional feeler spikes, the Veiled Version of these Pokemon have an empty void. Looking inside them is viewed with the same superstition has looking into the hollowed hole of a Shedinja. The hoofed feet are inspired by a combination of goat and house hooves, to symbolize the negative superstition they have as well as the horse that a Dullahan would ride.

Veiled Ralts is themed after Shadow People, a recurring paranormal phenomenon described as dark, humanoid figures or silhouettes.

Veiled Kirlia is themed after Black Eyed Kids, a paranormal phenomenon resembling children and teenagers, with pale skin and black eyes.

Banshevoir is themed after the Banshee, a female spirit who is said to wail or keen when a family they're attached to is about to die.

Dullade is themed after the Dullahan, a headless rider on a black horse who acts as a harbinger of death for those it calls to.

Extra Art:

[namosaga]

I'm in an art rut and can't think of anything to draw. Still on a TADC kick though. If you guys wanna send me your characters or inserts for TADC, I might draw them when I'm bored. Just shoot me a DM or an ask.

[namosaga]

Commission for the amazing @namosaga Thank you so much. She was a blast to draw!!

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