
Hello! I’m Silver Tooth! I go by she/they pronouns and I am asexual. Im also autistic and I’m currently an adult. I’m a huge anime, animation, indie horror, and comfort fan. I do like soft/comfort vore and I’m a furry (displacer beast to be specific) I sometimes draw, but I mostly write, feel free to ask for any requests!
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Thoughts On Hazbin Hotel Lute Vore?
Thoughts on Hazbin Hotel Lute vore?
I can enjoy it! I mostly see her as a power prey to Adam, which is a hilarious concept to me. She’s a fighting goth girl with a lot of strength. I can even see her being a protective pred to another one of the angels! If you would like to request something with this, you can!
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(Jeezus. Y’all really do like the idea of the Twin! Au, don’t ya? Well worry not! For I have cooked up a little fic for y’all! Enjoy!)
An Unexpected Friend
(A DOAI AU Fic!)
Word count: 894
Warnings: Nothing!
Frosty wind beat against Alex’s skin as they walked down the long road to their home. Although, it no longer felt like a home due to their occupation at the asylum. Today was especially rough since they had to mind their own while another innocent patient was dragged off. They dreaded every second of their life. Not knowing what moment could be their last.
“Calm down, Alex.” They said to themselves. “You can make another recording when you get home. That might soothe your nerves.* They shook their head as their shoes scraped against the gravel. Then, they heard a very strange noise.
The sound of something thick being cut. It didn’t sound like flesh thank goodness, but it was still unnerving. “Hello?” Alex said in a slightly frightened tone. The cutting stopped as if the being was caught off guard. Alex swirled around, hoping just to see another human, but there it was.
“Don’t approach anyone you see wearing this costume.” That phrase rang in Alex’s head as they stared at the familiar orange and yellow costume. The pitch black face and asymmetrical yellow eyes watched them curiously. Alex shrieked and stumbled backwards. “The Eastridge Demon.” They mumbled under their breath. They took a few steps back before thinking of something. “If I’m going to die, I would rather die by anyone else’s hands rather than that shady corporation.” So, they stood there and closed their eyes, waiting for a, hopefully, quick death.
But death never came. The Veldigun only broke the distance between them and raised what they had been cutting. “Pumpkeen?” It’s voice was soft, yet full of joy, and it oddly sounded like Alex’s own voice. Alex then opened their eyes to see the Veldigun holding up a beautifully carved pumpkin. It looked like a traditional smiling jack o lantern, but it also had swirls for cheeks and little eyebrows.
“You…” Alex whispered. “You were carving a pumpkin?” The Veldigun nodded excitedly, it’s familiar toothy grin appearing on it’s face. “Do you like it? I’ve been working on it for a few hours now.” Alex wearily nodded. “Yeah. It’s cute.” The Veldigun’s tail flicked happily as it patted it’s feet on the ground. Then, it looked like it suddenly remembered something. “Oh! I’m sorry. I should’ve told you my name. I’m Spec, short for Spector.”
“Alex” They said as they took a step back to avoid a possible handshake. “So, you’re the Eastridge Demon.” Spec tilted their head. “No? I’m actually new around here. Although, my brother has been here for some time now! I figured I should see what the fuss was about.”
Alex’s eyes widened at the sudden realization. “Wait, so the Eastridge Demon…is your brother?” Spec nodded excitedly. “Twin brother to be exact! Although…” Their tone shifted to a sorrowful one. “We’ve been distant for a while.”
“Why’s that? If you don’t mind me asking.” Alex’s voice softened, turning more compassionate. “Well, for many reasons.” Spec fiddled with their claws. “They say that I’m a disgrace to the Veldigun kind and that I came out wrong…” Spec sighed as their tail flopped onto the ground.
Alex furrowed their brow before shaking their head. “Don’t listen to them. From what I’ve experienced, you seem to be the most friendly Veldigun I know.” They huffed irritably and muttered one last sentence under their breath. “The child snatcher has no right to say that.”
“Thanks.” Spec whispered softly. Still, the poor Veldigun looked away, a droopy frown plastered on their face. Alex knew they had to do something to help this friendly creature. Yet they didn’t have much to offer them, so they decided to give them safety from the foundation.
“Hey, bud. You…can crash at my place while you look for your brother. You do seem to be pretty tired.” Alex smiled at the Veldigun. Spec looked up at them and intertwined their claws. “Really?” Alex nodded with a warm smile. An energetic grin filled Spec’s face before wrapping their long, noodle-like arms around Alex. “Oh thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I promise you won’t regret this!”
Alex flinched at the touch, frightened that they were going to get infected. Yet, nothing happened. Spec took notice of their fright and let them go. “Sorry. I should’ve told you that I don’t spread the infection. It’s an abnormality amongst Veldiguns.” Alex chuckled as they were given a piece of their story. “Don’t worry about it, buddy. I’m guessing that’s one of the reasons?”
Spec nodded timidly. “There’s a few more, but I don’t feel like going into it.” Alex nodded, understanding their situation. “Don’t worry. You can tell me when you’re ready.” They then offered the Veldigun their hand, which they took with a wide grin. “Thanks, Alex.” Spec said with a warm smile. “Of course.” The two then made their way down the street. Alex now had some company while Spec finally found someone who was truly kind to them.
Off in the distance, Clyde, the real Eastridge Demon, growled in anger, yet also concern. “What are they doing here? Don’t they know that the foundation is here? It’s too dangerous for them to be here!” Clyde clawed at a tree as they watched the two. “They need to go back home.” The Eastridge Demon then slunk back into the darkness, planning on making their move on another day.
Different DOAI AUs As Memes!
Sitcom AU:
Alex: What are you doing in my house?
Clyde: I want a sandwich
Folie À Deux:
Alex: The voices! THE FUCKING VOICES!
Winfrey: They need some milk…
Brainwashed/Caretaker AU:
Mortimer: So, what would you like to eat?
Lankmann: The souls of the innocent…
Alex: A bagel
Lankmann: NO!!
Alex: Two bagels
The Williams Foundation:
CorruptedDoodles: Your new secret foundation is GREEN.
Alex: Wha-?
Troupe Of Eldritch Horrors:
Clyde: So Winfrey messaged me asking me if I wanted to hang out, but I responded with “No, I’m sorry I literally look like a clown right now and they saidd “Oh come on it cannot be that bad.” And I was like no…*starts cracking up* No you don’t-
Twins AU:
Alex (talking about Spector): And we are roommates.
Clyde: Oh my god, they are roommates.
Creators:
Sitcom AU: @purplechaosguardian
Folie À Deux: @cardboardclownery
Caretaker: @corrupteddoodles
The Williams Foundation: @corrupteddoodles
TOEH: @troupe-of-eldritch-horrors
Twins: Me!
Reblog with different interpretations of the memes if u wanna!
IT’S MY 18th BIRTHDAY
MOTHERFUCKERS!
In all honesty, I’m scared for adulthood to come. I know it’s difficult and hard to deal with, but I’m going to try to make the best of it!
Thank you to everyone who’s been supporting me over these last few years I’ve been writing these fanfics now for quite some time and I know they’ve been a lot of work to make. I’ve made many lovely friends on here that will hopefully be with me for a long time. I plan to make my career about writing and you guys are giving me the confidence to do that. So…
Thank You~❤️
(Beware! This one is full of angst!)
The Archives
(A DOAI Fic!)
Warnings: Heavy angst, slight gore
Word Count: 1432
Sunday was the day that The Hijacker returned. Alex and Spec had been watching a horror movie in the living room when they called. The Veldigun’s monitor glitched and buzzed. “Oh, looks like Lankmann wants to talk to me.” Spec whispered, a hint of fear in their voice. Alex cliched when they heard that name, despite the fact that they knew it was just The Hijacker.
Spec hopped off the couch and ran over to the monitor. The familiar cartoonish voice echoed through the room. “Hello, Spector! How are you doing on this fine day?” The Veldigun tilted their head. “I’ve been fine. Just hanging out with Alex.” The Hijacker chuckled. “You really do love them, don’t you? Mind if I talk to them for a bit? I want to get to know them.”
Spec nodded without any hesitation then leaned back in the chair. “Alex! My story intruder wants to talk to you!” Alex held back a snicker as they stood up and went over to the desk. “Hello, Mister Story Intruder.” The Hijacker rolled their eyes. “Hahaha. Very funny.” Spec cracked up, flicking their tail rapidly. “I’ll leave you two alone. I hear the dusty attic calling my name.” The Veldigun then slithered away, leaving the other two alone.
“So…” The Hijacker began to say. “I have my first assignment for you. Don’t worry, this one is by far the easiest and the least dangerous.” Alex nodded, sighing in relief. “What do you need?” The Hijacker tapped it’s claws against it’s skull-like face. “I need to know how much information you have. Do you have any archives of the foundation?”
“I do.” Alex said with a slight nod. “My buddy managed to get quite a few of the archives before…” Their voice softened and trailed off as an image of their deceased friend appeared in their head. “Did the foundation…get to them?” The Hijacker seemed to quickly pick up on emotions. Alex nodded, tears forming in their eyes.
The Hijacker sighed heavily. “I’m really sorry for your loss. I’ve lost many comrades in this war and I know that I’m going to have to kill one in the future, so I understand your pain.” Alex nodded before wiping their eyes. “I’ll go grab the archives. It’s a USB drive, so it will feed the information right into you.” They then stood up and headed right to their bedroom. There, they stopped by their nightstand and dug into the top drawer. A black USB drive was now held tightly in their hand.
Alex couldn’t move. They held the USB ever so tightly as they felt tears run down their face. Shaking with pure emotion, they leaned their head on the nightstand and cried. Soft, quiet sobs escaped from them as they held the last memory of their friend in their hand. After a few minutes, Alex wiped their tears away and stood up.
Now, they had the strength to walk back to the desk. The Hijacker tilted their head when they saw Alex. “Are you okay?” Alex nodded. “There’s no need to lie to me.” The Hijacker spoke softly. “Look, after this meeting, go talk to Spector about losing your friend, just make sure you don’t talk about the foundation to them, okay?” Alex nodded weakly once again before plugging in the USB drive into the computer.
Cartoonish sparks bounced all over The Hijacker. It made a soft rumble as it absorbed the information. “Interesting.” It said as it finished. “We’re getting somewhere here.” Many different files swirled all around The Hijacker and it started to inspect them one by one. Images of Winfrey and the Halloween PSA of The Smiling Snatcher immediately caught Alex’s attention.
“They created the PSA?” Alex asked, tilting their head. “Looks like it.” The Hijacker said as it was reading some text files. “Looks like they’re trying to force feed Winfrey human souls.” It said as it turned to the picture of Winfrey. “This image is rather dark. Let me turn the brightness up for you.” So, The Hijacker did.
Alex widened their eyes as they saw the cruel reality that Winfrey was living. Large chains pinned the poor Veldigun to the floor, making it impossible for them to escape on their own. Cuts and bruises lined their body. Bones littered the floor and blood dripped from Winfrey’s maw. Tears also dripped from Winfrey’s eyes. “What are they doing to them?” Alex whispered in pure horror.
“Making them do what they hate.” The Hijacker answered before moving to another file. “This one is an audio file, so I’ll let you listen to it.” The Hijacker’s body drooped as the red in it’s eyes disappeared. Then, it’s maw opened.
“Experiment 21, this is my first experiment with a proper and intelligent being. This creature may be a raven, but it has much more brain power than a simple rodent. I extracted a sample from the traitor in order to continue this research. I pray that the legend is true. If it is true, then I can create the perfect specimens in order to win this war! They will know that our roots are where we need to stay! Eating souls is how we will keep our power and the rebels will fall to their knees!”
Alex shivered as they listened to the audio, but they had more questions than answers. “What is Dr. Lankmann talking about? A legend?” The Hijacker closed it’s jaws and turned back to normal. “Well, it’s complicated…” The Hijacker intertwined it’s claws. “There’s a legend from the olden days that stated that if another creature builds a strong bond with a Veldigun and they get infected, they will survive it and become another.”
Alex tilted their head, confused. “Well, it seems like they aren’t going to get too far. Looks like they’re skipping the bond part.” The Hijacker laughed. “He doesn’t know what love is! He believes that a physical bond is what they need, but that probably won’t yield good results.” It then looked at another text file. “I think I may have found your next mission.”
“What might that be?” Alex asked. “Well, there’s another archive that seems to be crucial to this case. In the file I’m looking at, it says that your boss has a USB of valuable information hidden in the lab.” Alex was even more confused. “A lab? I’ve never seen a lab in the asylum.” The Hijacker rumbled as it pulled up a map of the asylum. Everything was much more clear now. The Hijacker traced it’s claw from the entrance of the asylum to where the lab was.
The lab looked to be at the very back of the asylum. It was to the left of door 66 and seemed to be marked as a trap door. “It’s in the basement.” Alex mumbled to themselves. “There. In that lab, is what I need you to get. The archive is said to be in a chest near ‘The Monitor System’. It’s called The Exp Logs. Find it and bring it to me.”
Alex nodded. “It’s a good thing that I work tomorrow, so I’ll be able to get it soon.” The Hijacker nodded with a smile. “Good. Just remember that this mission will be incredibly dangerous. Do NOT get caught.” Alex flinched, but nodded. “I’ll try my best.” The Hijacker returned the nod. “Good…See you tomorrow, Alex!” Then, the monitor clicked off.
Alex spun around in the chair in order not to face the monitor. They buried their face in their hands, trying to understand and piece together what might be happening. All of this was just too much. Luckily, a sweet Veldigun came to the rescue.
“How was your talk, Alex?” Spec said as they entered the living room. “It was fine. They were nice.” They said in a somber tone. Spec tilted their head. “Hey, are you alright? Did something happen?” Alex clawed at their jeans. They couldn’t take this anymore, so they decided to take The Hijacker’s advice.
They stood up and walked right over to Spec. Wrapping their arms around them, Alex buried their head into the Veldigun’s shoulder and just started to sob. Spec was taken aback by their action, but they quickly wrapped their arms and their tail around their friend
Alex’s cries broke the Veldigun’s heart. “It’s okay, buddy. I’m here. I’m here.” Alex gripped the back of Spec’s costume tightly as they cried. “Oh, Mortimer…” Their voice was incredibly weak as they muttered their deceased name. Spec then understood what made them so upset. “I’m so sorry, Alex.”
When It Comes To Creators and Fandoms
I recently saw some discussion in the DOAI community about the possibility of Pastra interacting with the community and I figured I should share my thoughts on it.
This conversation is more or so targeted at all fandoms, not just the DOAI community.
When it comes to creators interacting with fandoms, it is a very complicated issue. Usually one of two things happens. They get “too personal” with fans or they could easily get overwhelmed and ignored by toxic fans that don’t care about their boundaries (which is the one I’m more worried about with Pastra.)
However, this doesn’t mean that peace between the creator and fandom isn’t possible. For example, The Amazing Digital Circus fandom is actually pretty respectful towards Gooseworx. The only major issue she has to deal with is the content farms. (As we know, content farms are NOT fans!)
So, I feel like as long as we are respectful of the boundaries of the creator, we can make it a comfortable environment for them. I do have a lot more respect for creators who interact with fandoms (mostly bc it shows that they appreciate their fans), but I feel like we as fans need to show respect for their (understandable) boundaries when they mention them and don’t blow it out of the water.
In the end, I really don’t think the DOAI community will have a problem with this because so far, you all have been super chill and Pastra has an advantage since they make other content than just DOAI. If they do decide to interact with the fandom, I’m cool with it. If they don’t, I’m cool with it. Just please be respectful to them when they do. They are, just like us, a human being in the end. I have said my piece.