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My life as an Adult Robot~

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i made stan get blinded by the whole community

(please credit if you use for whatever <3)

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Aww what a wholesome moment- Oh shit they can shadow-portal.

Don't worry guys they just wanted to go somewhere more quiet.

Yeyyyyy baby's here!!!!! and they're both still alive!!! still very much tired-but still alive!!!

I'll share with you the original drawing that I did like-last september on the next update with also the color palette.

SBP - Second Star ( PREV / FIRST / NEXT )

Next Part is coming on May 15th, 1PM ET

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April Commissions Open!

Hey there, I’m Charlie!

I’m a college student, taking any extra money I can make, so I’m opening 5 commission slots a month.

You can either message me on Tumblr or email me at writingamongthecoloredroses@gmail.com. I find it easier to send it through Ko-Fi, which I’ll send a link to. I will send a finished first draft for the client to look over to see if anything needs to be added or removed. Please keep in mind that there might be a time difference in communication. I will ask for details. If you want a story with your OCs, it will be incredibly helpful to have a description of these OCs.

I will possibly crosspost the commission on Tumblr and AO3, unless requested not to, and you will receive a PDF version of your story. You are allowed to crosspost it yourself if credit is given back to me. I do have the right to deny anything that makes me uncomfortable.

There will be a $5 discount if the story requested is for any of my prior writings.

Prices below:

500-1000 words- $5

1000-2000 words- $10

2000-3000 words- $15

3000-4000 words- $20

4000-5000 words- $25

5000-6000 words- $30

6000-7000 words- $35

7000-8000 words- $40

8000-9000 words- $45

9000-10000 words- $50

10000-11000 words- $55

11000-12000 words- $60

12000-13000 words- $65

13000-14000 words- $70

14000-15000 words- $75

For longer wordcounts we can discuss. There is also a $10 smut charge for smut.

Thank you!

At the suggestion of a commissioner who I refunded because I was uncomfortable with their story (they were super understanding and I’m thankful for that), here’s a list of things I am uncomfortable writing:

Hate art

Rape, non-con, and dub-con

Super massive gore

Incest

Pedophilia

Kink with farting/pee/poop, foot/armpit

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Doctor......pls save me........

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Stuck Together AU: The Afterlife

Just a bunch of random thoughts, describing the main setting of the AU:

It's a small town, resembling something found in the Smiling Critters' cartoon, except less cartoon-y

There have been divisions made in the town- the workers who knew, the toys against the Prototype, the followers of the Prototype, and the toys and workers caught in the middle.

It all surrounds a lake, where each new person emerges from.

Yes, most of the workers are here too. That includes Ritterman, Stella, Dr. White, and Leith. Rich is also here, as well as the Ayers couple.

Every fridge is filled with food, as well as the orchards and fields, and replenishes every night.

Every house, it feels like, has every means of entertainment

If a person is hurt, the wound heals overnight. However, most people have scars for how they died- Mommy is missing an arm, DogDay is missing his legs, Angel and CatNap both have scars from the Prototype's needle hand.

People have tested it and they can get five miles from the town before the world just loops back.

Everyone takes a toy-like form, but some are more human-looking than others, and there's no clear pattern. Awareness has been returned to toys who lost it, such as Yarnaby.

Speaking of, there are tiers to toys and their human life. Some refuse to acknowledge that they were ever human. Others have more mixed feelings and it depends on the day whether or not they will acknowledge it. Others prefer their human identities.

There has been a surge in fighting and arguments ever since Angel came to the factory. Before, people kinda settled down with the realization that they couldn't really hurt each other. Now, there's a surge of new people unaware of the news.

Some abilities have changed or have popped up. Doey can now split into Matthew, Kevin, and Jack if desired. CatNap can still dispel the Red Smoke, but it focuses on the intended targets.

There are houses for everyone, but some of them are empty because people like to bunk together. DogDay and Angel are roommates.

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It's hard to make Dogday angry. But messing with his friends is a pretty fast way to do it.

Dogday feels bad for his outburst.

Simon feels....feelings.

Previous:

https://www.tumblr.com/shisabun-art/775664757822930944/dogday-and-the-gang-decided-to-enjoy-the-day-with?source=share

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a joyous memory

Summary: Stella survives longer than the rest. And by longer, at least five minutes.

Notes: So I mentioned that I was tempted to write a fic based off my hc that DogDay killed Stella during the Hour of Joy and people, such as @thatonefandomweirdo and @theforgowolf, were interested!

So, here it is! Warnings for violence.

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The alarm blared at a volume that practically rattled Stella’s teeth.

She gripped her knees tight and tried to not cry. Never had the emergency system given such an alert. Whenever one of the toys got loose, Ritterman and Pierre kept things quiet in order to avoid unneeded panic. Never had things been so bad that the entire factory had to go into lockdown.

Based on the screaming she heard outside, it was for good reason.

Stella had once been a devout Christian. After she learned about the Bigger Bodies Initiative and its truth, she found herself praying less and less. After all, God probably looked down on such experiments, no matter the good they did. Right now, however, she found a prayer leaking through her teeth, hidden by the orchestra of screams and wet noises and absolute joy.

After what felt like an eternity, the noises came to a stop.

Stella waited for another minute. Two. Three.

After counting what felt like thirty minutes, she began to scoot out from under her desk. She needed to get to a phone, see if anyone knew what had happened…or if anyone was even still alive.

The creak of the door made her freeze.

Soft footprints padded across the wood floor. Stella held her breath.

Whoever it was, they stopped in front of her desk. There was the sound of shuffling on her desk, like someone was tidying up her papers. Stella felt confusion rise up before she heard the shuffle move up. The toy or person or whatever spent a few minutes reading what she had left on her desk. What had she left on her desk? Maybe a report about the newest child sent for testing for…what experiment was it now?

Whatever it was, they finally threw the paper back on her desk with a “Shit.”

Wait. She recognized that voice.

“DogDay!” 

Stella nearly hit her head on the desk as she scrambled up, relief filling her body. DogDay, made of a sweet little boy who’s name she couldn’t remember, was one of the gentlest toys, on the same level as CraftyCorn and Bobby and sometimes Kissy. He wouldn’t hurt her.

The orange dog jolted, eyes going wide. “Ms. Greyber?” he asked. He sounded surprised. “You’re…alive?”

“Yes, yes, I was lucky. Nobody came in here,” Stella’s mind began to churn. This was great! DogDay’s gentle and warm personality meant that many of the toys respected him. Surely, if he escorted her upstairs, there would be no trouble. “We need to get out of here, before the others come looking.”

DogDay leaned back, allowing her room to get to her phone. “The children have been evacuated to the emergency bunker,” he said as she began to type in Ritterman’s cell phone number. “Do you intend to leave them there? What about Stacy?”

Normally, Stella would try and gush about the children being safe- they were her duty, after all- but right now, she was frazzled. Instead, she let out a “Who?” as the call connected.

The scream that came from the other end was drowned out by the scream that came out as white-hot pain ripped through her shoulder. Stella barely felt the phone drop from her hands as DogDay yanked her back, digging his teeth in deeper and deeper. She tried to fight, but that only made the tearing of her flesh worse.

Him releasing her gave no relief, not when it was paired by a backhand that made her stumble and hit the floor. Tears were flowing down her cheeks, almost blocking out the sight of her shoulder. She swore she could see the bone.

She looked away in time to see DogDay spit something out- holy shit that was her flesh- before glaring her down. For the first time since meeting him, Stella felt terror rush through her. No longer was he a sweet, good boy. Instead, she realized how much taller he actually was.

He was a predator.

“You were supposed to be better than them,” he growled out, menace dripping off each word. “Then Sawyer. Then Pierre. Then all of them. I-” For a moment, the predator guise dropped. His eyes shined like he was about to cry. “I trusted you. I believed in you. I thought you really cared.”

The fear died in her for a moment. “I do, I really-” Pain seared through her, but she pushed it back to reach out, trying for a smile. “I love you kids-”

“Then you WOULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING!” His yell echoed off the walls of her office. In the distance, she heard footsteps, or maybe that was the fast pace of her own heart. “YOU WOULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING, ANYTHING, TO SAVE US!”

When Stella had been informed of the truth, she had wrestled with it for a long time. The procedure came with pain and sweat and tears, buckets of the latter, and she hated the idea of bringing already pained children more suffering. But then she thought of how the new forms guaranteed a type of immortality. These new forms were stronger than weak human bodies.

She had thought of her own existential dread, of just growing older and older and then poof.

The realization that she had been wrong, that she should have done something despite Pierre and Ritterman and Sawyer’s pressure, came too late.

DogDay lunged forward.

This time, his teeth closed around her throat.

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DogDay walked out of the Counselor’s Office with unsteady feet and the disgusting feeling of blood smeared over his chest. He gripped the papers he had found, the one detailing the transfer of Stacy Wells, a sweet little five-year-old, from Playcare to the labs. He wasn’t sure of how to feel, especially when he looked around and saw all of the bodies.

A purple figure stalking from Home Sweet Home, trailed by green and yellow, made him look up.

“DogDay!” A red figure burst forward past the other three. He barely managed to push his hands up before he could get blood over Bobby. It didn’t stop her visibly fretting, settling a hand on the cleanest part of his shoulder, keeping her eyes locked on him and not anywhere else. “What happened?!”

“Ste…Stella…she knew. She was just like them.” Hoppy hissed as she and Kickin’ caught up, both being careful to step over bodies. “I…lost control of myself. I was just so angry.”

“Nobody’s gonna blame you for that, dude,” Kickin’ said. “We did what we had to do.” His eyes darted around before he looked down at the papers he clenched. “What do you have there?”

“They sent Stacy down to the labs before it started,” DogDay was glad his voice no longer trembled. Later, he was pretty sure he would have a breakdown, but right now, the guilt was overshadowed by relief. “Someone needs to check on her.”

Hoppy took the papers from his hands. “I gotcha, bud,” she said, scanning over them before nodding. “We need to check the prison anyway to make sure everyone’s fine down there.”

“And I need to check with Picky and the others to see if the kids are alright,” Bobby said, pulling her hand away. 

Kickin’ didn’t say anything, but he let the other two pull him away, shooting him a grin that looked a little unhinged. Honestly, he couldn’t blame him. Everyone was a little unhinged at the moment, especially after such an event.

And then it was just him and CatNap.

CatNap had always been a bit bigger than the other Smiling Critters. DogDay had chalked it up as a fun quirk of his best friend. Right now, however, he just felt small as the purple cat seemed to study him.

“...hey…”

CatNap leaned forward at that, pressing his head into DogDay’s chest, nuzzling until he got the hint and wrapped his arms around him. “He was right,” the cat rasped, a soft purr making his raspy voice rumble when DogDay started to pet him. There was the faint scent of poppies coming from his words, but he was wide awake. “You did what you had to.”

“It doesn’t mean I don’t feel sick at it,” DogDay admitted, focusing on the sensation of CatNap’s fur, instead of the guilt that burned in his gut. He was rubbing blood onto his friend, but it would be fine. It had to be. “I wish that our freedom didn’t cost so much.”

“We did what we had to,” CatNap said, his voice having no doubt. He believed in the Prototype with all his heart. DogDay couldn’t bring himself to pry into that belief. Not now. “Soon, this will be nothing but a joyous memory for us.” Finally, he pulled away. “Go and clean up and check on the minis. I shall…deal with the bodies.” He looked over his shoulder at the office. “Hers first.”

DogDay nodded.

At least he wouldn’t have to see Stella again.

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it's literally them

redraw of this

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“So like…do I at least look hot with the girl filter bro?”

“…No Homo but…you mid AF…lowkey your hotter as just a guy bro…”

“Bro no homo but…you lowkey hurt my feelings…”

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Goodbye, Lover

So a few times @rain-bow-donkey, @draw-of-the-moon, and I have discussed reincarnated Wukong AUs on Discord, and one is where Azure flat out refuses to believe this reincarnation is Wukong.

So have Wukong's funeral.

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It felt like the end of the world when Sun Wukong died.

Nobody was sure how it happened or why. One day, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven was alive, and the next second, Tang Sanzang was announcing his death. Rumors swirled of what exactly he said, but all agreed that the monk's face had been pale and haunted.

After all, Sun Wukong was the last one expected to die first.

Azure, at first, refused to believe it. He didn't want to believe it.

Wukong was a traitor, yes, turning once happy memories thick with bitterness and resentment, but he had always been there. He had bragged about his immortality. Surely, he would refuse to die.

Azure refused to believe it until the day of the funeral.

Despite all the enemies he made in life, the king had been a legendary figure with many allies and once former friends and people who, if they didn't like him, respected him. The kings of Camel Ridge were among hundreds packed into the town square of the bustling fishing village across the bay from his island.

The square was richly decorated in soft golds and yellows and blues fabrics and flowers. Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong's master, Patriarch Subodhi, both said words. The body was laid out for people to say goodbye to before being cremated (hopefully). Azure saw no sign of the so-called loyal shadow as he and his brothers made their way forward, behind the second traitor. Despite his anger at the sight of the new Princess Iron Fan holding his former brother's arm as he held a small toddler, Azure refused to let his anger take hold.

Grief was stronger as he stepped forward and saw Wukong.

He didn't look dead. He merely looked asleep. Flowers were arranged carefully around him, peach blossoms decorating his sunshine curls and more held in his hands. The white robes made his hands twitch, wanting to pull them off. Wukong would hate the sight of white robes without fancy embroidery.

He would hate being dead.

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Dead.

Wukong was dead.

Azure felt his legs go weak as the truth sank in. He pitched forward, but a familiar hand grabbed his arm while another grabbed his arm. He looked up to see DBK try for a smile, instead bearing his teeth in an odd grimace.

The anger at him died out.

What was the point when Wukong was dead and Azure was alone?

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Sonic's Schoolhouse reimagined

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Guys what do you do if your ex wife is too cute 😡😡

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SEB Chapter 6-2: A Remedy for the Future page 4

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Yall should check out this neat dub of my comic! (I even helped out a little with the directing! ^^)

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Ya'll, I have been writing this thing for months now and I finally got to a place where I'm like OK ENOUGH and so I'm posting it haha

It's related to all those asks I've been getting about Azure Lion and his love potion fiasco! I've been neglecting my inbox because I've been writing this instead so please enjoy it.. I'll get back to answering asks again soon 💖