#unofficial sequel

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Head Fucked

This is an unofficial sequel to Head-Fuck one of @misseviehyde‘s hottest stories

Monica's heart pounded as she stood in front of the door, clutching the address she had found after a lengthy search. She hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with doubt and uncertainty. What if Violet remembered her as the same person she had tormented all those years ago? What if she slammed the door in her face?

Summoning her courage, Monica raised her hand and knocked on the door. The seconds ticked by like hours as she waited, her anxiety growing with each passing moment. She didn’t have a lot of time before Wren got home from school and paraded around like the bitchy brat she was now. Finally, the door creaked open, revealing a girl her daughter’s age. She wore glasses and had a friendly face.

“Hi can I help you?” She asked with a pleasant smile.

Taken aback for a moment and concerned she didn’t have the right address, Monica timidly asked, “I’m looking for Violet?”

“Thats me! Well I go by Lettie. Oh but I guess you actually want my mom right? Let me go get her.” The young girl said and disappeared back into the house. Monica took a moment to come to grips with Violet having a daughter. It seemed appropriate that someone as vain and conceited as Violet would name her daughter after herself but this girl seemed so friendly and nice.

Her mind didn’t have long to dwell on it because a moment later she found herself face to face with a middle-aged, but still outrageously beautiful woman with a look of surprise on her face appeared at the door.

"Can I help you?" Violet asked, her voice cautious.

Monica met Violet's gaze, her heart pounding louder. "Violet," she began, her voice slightly shaky. "It's been a long time."

Recognition flickered in Violet's eyes, and her expression shifted from surprise to a mix of curiosity and something else—remorse, perhaps? "Monica?" she said softly, disbelief lacing her words.

Monica nodded, feeling a lump in her throat. "Yes, it's me. I know this might sound crazy, but I need your help."

Violet's gaze held Monica's for a moment before she stepped aside. "Come in," she said, her voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

An hour later and Violet sat open mouthed at the take she had just heard. The idea that some magical clay could have made a copy of her was unbelievable and even more outlandish that it would transform an innocent girl like Wren into a mega bitch but Violet couldn’t deny the sincerity in Monica’s voice.

"I'm so sorry, Monica. This is all my fault. If I hadn't been such a bully in school, your daughter would still be the sweet and kind girl I'm sure she is."

Monica's eyes softened as she watched Violet, seeing a mixture of regret and concern on her face. "I'm not here to make you feel guilty," Monica said gently. "I'm here to ask for your help."

Violet looked up, her gaze meeting Monica's with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "What can I do?"

Monica's eyes brightened with a spark of hope. "There's a way to reverse the transformation, but I need your insight," she said, leaning in closer. "Wren needs to touch a sculpted bust I've carefully glued back together over the course of a few months. It will break the clay's hold on her, but the challenge is that she's constantly surrounded by her loyal betas."

Violet's brows furrowed in thought. "Severing her from her clique won't be easy, they were extremely loyal to me back in high school and I loved having them around to applaud my bad behaviour. But I know a few things that might delay them for awhile," she mused.

Tears welled up in Monica's eyes as relief flooded over her. She couldn't believe that the person who had once caused her so much pain was now offering a helping hand. She hugged Violet tightly. "Thank you, Violet. You have no idea what this means to me."

Violet patted her back gently. "We're in this together now. But we must act quickly. "

Monica rushed home and prepared for her daughter’s arrival and hoped Violet’s plan would work. As the sun dipped below the horizon, Wren stormed into the house in a huff right on queue. Her expression was a mix of anger and annoyance. Monica, acting concerned, approached her. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

Wren's frustration spilled out. "Not that it’s any of your fucking business loser but it’s my friends! They just blew me off. I texted them to hang out, and they all had excuses. How dare they do this to me! I might just have to fuck all their boyfriends to remind them who is in charge."

“Wren I have something to show-” Monica began before Wren shot her a look that blazed with a thousand fires.

“What the hell did you call me?” Her daughter said through gritted teeth as she stepped closer to Monica. Monica shuddered with fear but pushed through, knowing that hopefully their nightmare would soon be over.

“I called you Wren because that’s who you are. You’re not Violet, you’re my daughter and you’re going to be my little girl again.” Monica said as she produced the cobbled together bust of Wren’s face much to Wren’s horror.

Before Wren or Monica could make a move, the sound of laughter and chatter reached their ears. Wren's friends had arrived. Monica's heart raced as she exchanged a quick glance with Wren, both knowing that the crucial moment had arrived.

Wren smirked superiorly at Monica, her eyes gleaming with defiance. "Nice try, Monica, but I'm not going anywhere near that bust," she taunted as she sauntered over to the door to open it.

However amongst her friends at the door was a woman who was incredibly familiar, she had a face that Wren looked at every day. Older Violet stood there, a determined expression on her face. "Oh yes, you will," she declared, her voice commanding.

Wren's smug expression faltered as she stared at Violet in disbelief. "Violet? What are you doing here?"

Older Violet's gaze locked onto Wren's friends, who stood awaiting her orders. "Hold her," she commanded, her voice carrying an undeniable authority.

In an instant, Wren's friends moved forward, their expressions filled with evil glee as they grabbed Wren's arms and held her in place, defying her struggles.

Monica watched, her heart pounding, as Violet took a step closer to Wren, her eyes unwavering. "Wren, it's time you learned your place," Violet said firmly as she took the bust from Monica’s hands.

Wren struggled against her friends' grip as Violet advanced, the sculpted bust in her hands. Fear and anger battled within her as she cried out, "You can't do this! I'm Violet! I'm a goddess!"

Violet's gaze remained unyielding, her determination unshaken by Wren's protests. With steady purpose, held the bust close enough for Wren’s friends to pull her hands onto the bust. Once they touched the clay started to seep off of Wren back onto the bust.

The transformation started slowly at first, a subtle change that moved like ripples through Wren's body. Violet's gaze darkened as she watched, her voice unwavering even as Wren's identity was in flux. "No dear, you’re just a copy," she stated coldly, the words carrying a weight of disgust.

Wren's struggles intensified as the clay's hold on her began to weaken. The confidence that had once empowered her as Violet now wavered, replaced by uncertainty and fear. And in that moment of vulnerability, Monica saw a glimmer of her daughter returning, a chance for her to break free from the grip of the past.

As Violet continued to press Wren's hands onto the sculpted bust, the clay worked its magic with an eerie precision. Wren's struggles intensified, her cries reaching a crescendo as the dark energy that had taken hold of her began to unravel.

In a sudden burst, the clay released its grip on Wren's body and flowed fast back onto the bust. Wren crumpled to the floor, dropped by her bitchy former friends. Violet, with a calculated calmness, took the sculpted bust, a victorious glint in her eyes as she carefully secured it away from Wren's reach.

Monica rushed to her daughter's side, embracing her tightly as Wren gasped for breath. "Thank you so much, Violet. How did you convince her friends to betray her?" Monica said, her voice filled with gratitude.

“Your pathetic daughter was just a poser, her friends recognized the true genuine article when they saw it and when I told them my evil plan to take the power from her, they were more than happy to help, isn’t that right girls.” Violet said with new malice dripping from her words. Monica’s eyes grew wide as she realized that Violet hadn’t changed after all, she was still the conniving butch she always had been and Monica now gave her a change to be young again.

"Please, Violet, it probably wont even work on you. We have to make sure this never hurts anyone again. Please I beg you!"

Violet, unfazed by Monica's pleas, simply shook her head. "Oh please I don’t need this thing. Look at me, I’m still a fucking goddess. No this bust is for someone else.”

Confusion clouded Monica's face as she struggled to understand Violet's motives. Before she could inquire further, Violet snapped her fingers, and in an instant, the bitchy army obediently exited the room.

As Wren's ex friends reentered the room, they dragged in another figure, bound and gagged. It took a moment for Monica to recognize her as Violet's daughter, Lettie. The room fell into a tense silence as the girls dropped Lettie to the ground, removing the gag that silenced her struggles.

Lettie looked up at her mother with a mixture of confusion and fear. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of the sculpted bust Violet held in her hands. "Mom? What's going on? What are you holding?"

Violet's expression remained stoic, a mask that revealed nothing of her inner thoughts. The bitchy clique exchanged smirking glances, clearly excited about the unfolding situation. Monica finally put two and two together and said with a sense of urgency in her voice, "Violet, please, let Lettie go. She doesn't need to be a part of this."

Violet, however, seemed unyielding. "Oh shut up you fucking loser. It took every ounce of my strength not to bully you back at my house. You’re just as pathetic as you were back in school. Just as weak as your daughter. Just as soft as my daughter," she replied coldly, her gaze shifting between the sculpted bust and her daughter, who awaited an explanation with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation.

"I had hoped Lettie would grow into a cruel-hearted and powerful bitch like me, but she cares for people," Violet declared coldly. "She stands up to bullies and uses our fantastic wealth to help others. It's made me sick these past 18 years, but that all changes today, thanks to you, Monica, and this wonderful bust you made."

A chill ran down Monica's spine as Violet advanced on Lettie, who was too slow to react. With a swift and determined move, Violet seized Lettie’s hands and forced them onto the sculpted bust. Lettie’s eyes widened in shock and fear as the transformative magic of the clay began to take effect.

The clay flowed deviously from the sculpted bust onto Lettie’s hands, creating an eerie and malevolent connection between the two. Lettie, initially frozen in shock, threw her head back in sudden electric pleasure, a sinister gleam in her eyes hinting at the transformation's evil nature.

As the dark magic took hold, her body underwent a wicked metamorphosis. From an unathletic and nerdy frame emerged a figure with larger, more impressive tits, pouty lips that exuded a touch of cruelty, and sleek hair that tied up into a bitchy ponytail, framing a face now marked by an evil beauty. Perfect skin replaced any imperfection, and her nails elongated with a delicious curve, reflecting a newfound vanity.

Flabby skin gave way to became toned perfection, and her waist tightened to create a silhouette that echoed a cruel kind of confidence.

Amidst the gasps and shock, Lettie’s expression evolved into a devious smirk, embodying the dark persona of her new body. Her eyes, once timid, now sparkled with an evil glint. The room, shrouded in an atmosphere of foreboding, witnessed a metamorphosis that transcended the physical, leaving an unsettling aura in its wake.

Lettie moaned in delight as she gazed upon her new form. Her bitchy long nails running over her tight new body. She resisted the urge to shove her hand in her panties and touch her tingling pussy.

“Oh mommy, what a wonderful gift. Now I’m your perfect bitchy daughter. I can finally live up to my name. I’m a true Violet now.” The new younger Violet giggled.

Monica and Wren looked on, both transfixed by the transformation that had taken place. Monica was horrified by the evil that she had unwittingly unleashed but Wren was now jealous of the power she had lost. Crawling over to the older Violet, she began to beg.

“Please give it back! I want to be Violet again. I’ll be your perfect daughter, aren’t you impressed with how I made my mom into my little bitch?” Wren said clawing at Violet’s leg. Both Violets looked at her with disdain.

“If you really had her under your thumb like I had all those years ago then she wouldn’t have sought out my help in the first place. My daughter is the true heir and once I put in the papers for her transfer to your school she’ll show you what a true bully looks like.” Older Violet said with a knowingly smirk.

“Really mommy? That’s so wicked and evil I love it! I can’t wait to make you my grovelling little simp,” Younger Violet said looking down at Wren in disgust. “You can start by gathering up all the sexy clothes you’ve bought as me so I can get a head start on putting together my slutty wardrobe. If you’re fast maybe I’ll even let you lick my pussy so you can get a taste of what it was like to be perfect.”

Wren quickly got to her feet and headed for her bedroom but Monica caught her arm and pleaded with her to stop.

“Fuck off mom, you ruined everything! I’ll do anything Violet asks me now, she’s a goddess. I should know!” Wren said with pure venom in her voice as she shook off her mother’s grip and headed upstairs.

“Darling why don’t you and your new friends go up to Wren’s bedroom and ‘help’ her out? Me and Monica here are going to reminisce about old times.” Old Violet said with an evil smirk that was exchanged by her daughter as she and her loyal betas ran upstairs giggling.

“W-what are you going to do to me?” Monica said trembling as Violet closed in on her.

“Oh just something my daughter said really put me in the mood. So loser, get licking, I don’t have all day.” Violet grinned as she hiked up her skirt and showed off her bare glistening pussy.

WEEKS LATER

“And if I do this, you’ll finally let me in the clique?” Wren asked a waiting Violet. Wren was dressed as slutty and as hot as her dorky body could manage, trying to mimic her idol. However no one was close to Violet and her beauty.

“Yes idiot, you’ve been so loyal these past few weeks that this is your final test. Go into the principals office and convince him to give us all straight A’s for the rest of the year, by any means necessary.” Violet said with a devious grin. Wren nodded enthusiastically and marched into the principal’s office.

“Are you really going to let that loser into our gang babes?” Laura, Violet’s unwaveringly loyal number two, asked. Violet shot her a cheeky smile.

“Well if she doesn’t get herself expelled I’ll consider promoting her to our official cum cleaner. After all her mother is a natural so she should be no different.” Violet said as they waited for Wren.

Meanwhile miles away back at Violet’s house, her mother was receiving a rejuvenating mud facical courtesy of the melted down remains of Lettie’s bust. The mud melted pleasurably into her skin erasing the minor wrinkles she had and tightening the skin all across her body.

Violet moaned in pleasure as she felt twenty years younger. She would take Lettie’s place in the private school she had transferred her out of, losing as her sister and she would cause havoc for a new generation all over again. Her plan made her positively gush and she knew just who to service her.

Snapping her fingers, Monica appeared quickly at the door wearing the slutty maid outfit Violet forced her to wear.

“Mistress you are looking divine.” Monica said like a sycophant. Weeks of constant service had beaten her down into a submissive slave for Violet and her daughter.

“Silence worm. I want that tongue to be focused on doing one thing only now. Now come to mommy.” Violet said with a cold purr as Monica crawled over to her waiting pussy.

[sauraunderscore]

Yet another @merlinbingo and @kinkalot fill ♥

It's the first time I write a sequel from something I haven't written myself. I can only hope Lily likes it as much as I liked their fic ♥

[roommatesaucomics]

A New Chapter Ch08 P03

This is going to be my last update for this year and I'll be focusing on making some Christmas arts

[amazingdudesblog]

FIRST CHAPTER TO MY RUBY GILLMAN FAN SEQUEL YALL PLS CHECK IT OUT!!!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Knowledge Revenge.

[lostinthoughtvacantminded]

Covered In Dust and Left to Die

Set six years after Avalyn helped Adam get away from his uncle and out of Clear Canyon City, now he's on his way back for the summer in the hopes of being able to let go. Despite protests from the family that adopted him, Adam feels returning to the city of his abuse is the only way he'll learn to move on. Meanwhile Avalyn, Nan, and Dillon have decided to make this summer the best summer possible. Dillon is determined he's leaving the city for college as soon as fall rolls around and he doesn't plan to return. They need to spend what time they have left before he's gone. However, Adam showing up again may get in the way of some of their plans.

[mekha-draws]

ohh btw I've been doing a thing y'all, these are made to not interfere much w/gliders and batty and i think they are coming along pretty well <3.

I'm not sure if all recolors will be printed *seeing the blue gold/blue teal ones warily* but same as my previous series we'll have to wait and see c:

first one might end up being a limited print because I just need it for one guy specifically:

but its cheaper to just make one run of it

the others will be unlimited or until interest fades, whatever goes first as always lol

[accirax]

Valentine's Day is fast approaching on the set of DRDT... sounds like time for a sequel! 💕

[katiekatdragon27]

Transcript:

A.Tesseract: *Thunk*

A.Sphere: What the- Who are you???

Sometimes I like to think of an alternate reality to "A Heightlander's Escape" where, like in Sphereland, A. Sphere survived the war but was super shunned by everyone as a result and more so after learning about the reality of the 4th dimension.

In this reality, A. Tesseract meeting A. Sphere was a complete accident. She just intended to pass though, but miscalculated the area she was phasing through, and as a result getting caught by A. Sphere.

Since she never shows him the "real" 4th dimension, she looks like a floating growing and shrinking cube more than a 4D being. A.Sphere got flash-banged by the explosion and damaged on his right side, so he has glasses and a brace. (The glasses are only for reading tho)

Below are some "spoilers" kinda sorta for Sphereland. If you haven't read it, I highly recommend it, especially if you liked Flatland but thought the obsessive amount of misogyny was kinda wack (it's still sexist but it's like better-ish... Plz don't clip that-):

In the book, the Sphere visits Hexagon like 70 years after basically kidnapping and traumatizing his grandpa. So I guess taking people from their original plane of existence and spreading the gospel is only done every 1000 years because of ... principle?? Idk, it didn't make sense, but it makes me think.

Also the idea that the Sphere is so lonely and isolated that he decides to track down the grandkid of the dude he kidnapped jst so he had someone to vent to basically is both really funny and super-duper sweet. I love that for all of them honestly.

So that but A. Sphere and Hex's fam lol.

Mind you, Hex is a grandpa here and A. Sphere is like middle-aged (40s). Doen't halt hospitality tho, what a chad.

Also, these things are the greatest things ever. Everyone needs to like these things.

Have a good day chat and read Sphereland on the Internet Archive or smth.

[stellar-collective]

if u still take requests, i would like to humbly ask for: handler and ollie walking in on phoenix crying, and both immediately scrambling to comfort them / figure out what happened ❤️ no pressure!!

it’s rotten work

[catenary-chad]

Fun facts for Electraboose shippers: on top of now having some of the highest electrification rates (95+%), Indian Railways still uses brake vans. The ship is weirdly VERY real irl

[shitpostingkats]

Apollo Justice is a snippy bitch and we must never forget that.

[roommatesaucomics]

A New Chapter Ch08 P05

Again, sorry for the missed update last week.

Mike having trouble being presentable

[fandomsandassortedgoods]

prideyear sleep based ideas

Woody falls asleep first, so Buzz either hunkers down next to him to sleep wherever they happened to be, or he carries him off to “bed”

if Buzz considers Woody his own personal pillow, Woody considers him his own personal night light; neither sleep well without the other

common sleep positions: Woody lying on his back with Buzz lying chest-down on top of him, lying on their sides to sleep face-to-face tangled in each other’s arms, Woody slightly curled on his side with Buzz spooning him and holding him securely

Woody is way more prone to wild, vivid nightmares—Buzz becomes quite adept at soothing him

neither sleep in, though Woody is still up a little before Buzz is

perhaps owing to their character personas, Woody’s favourite time of day is the morning while Buzz prefers the night

that said, they’ve both given the other more of an appreciation for their preferred times of day: Buzz appreciates the morning more because of how lovely Woody’s brown eyes look in the sunrise, and Woody finds the glow of Buzz’s suit in the dark to be comforting and beautiful

Woody doesn’t really use pet names, except during those quiet, sleepy, tender moments (especially with an extra Southern twang eg. “darlin’”); Buzz keeps a calm face when this happens, but is internally squealing

sometimes a button is accidentally rolled on or pressed and Woody is rudely awoken by wings smacking into him—doubly annoying that Buzz usually sleeps through this

stuffed toys require more sleep and battery-driven/otherwise-powered toys require less; occasionally Woody will nap with his head in Buzz’s lap during the day

this also makes Buzz more prone to insomnia, which since he needs less sleep is really just annoying because there’s not much he can do when everyone else is asleep

but admiring Woody’s peaceful sleeping face in the glow of his own suit is a good way to pass that time

one time Buzz awoke from a nightmare he can’t recall on his feet doing a karate pose and Woody will never let him live it down

Buzz adores when Woody pets his head as he lies on top of him

Woody shifts a lot in sleep, so it’s a good thing Buzz is heavier plastic to act as his anchor

Woody doesn’t do well without enough sleep; on those days Buzz takes over leadership duties implicitely

when they have to be apart, Buzz tries to find some similar fabric to Woody’s “skin” to rest on; likewise, Woody tries to find a small light source to sleep near

[sketchbuffalo]

“This is the Price

We pay to live.

The world does not

Tend to forgive…”

Process video is here.

[lemurlord]

The call me a Breaker on account of my subpar Brute capabilities.

I trip and violently shatter into a billion pieces.