How Are You Doing? :3 I Hooe You Are Doing Alright!

How are you doing? :3 I hooe you are doing alright!

Hi there, friend! I’ve honestly have been having some severe writing block, hence why I have done much writing as of late. Luckily, I did manage to do the Vore Day writing I promised!

Before I start the story, let me introduce the characters!

Axl is an autistic 17 year old who suffers from depression and social anxiety. His black, sharp hair has silver tips and it covers his left eye. This boy is a Beastman, which is a human-like creature that has various animal body parts. His hands and feet are paws and his limbs are covered in gray fur. His wolf tail is black with silver tips, similar to his hair, and bat-like wings are attached to his back. One trait that haunts him is his snake-like eyes and he usually wears hoodies and torn up jeans.

Aaron is an albino 17 year old Mystic, which are human-like creatures with the hinds legs of the deer, a long blue and white striped tail, hand that are like bird talons, and soft feathered wings. The colors of his eyes are mismatched, one being blue and the other being purple. His long white hair is usually tied into a braid. Aaron wears an ancient purple beast jacket and black Hakama pants.

Yes, they are gay and in love. (definitely based off of Norman and Ray from TPN)

These two characters are from an original story that I’m writing.

Hide Away

(A Soft Vore Fic)

Warnings: implied panic attack

Word Count: 494

Tucked underneath the darkness of his blanket, Axl hid from the rest of the world. The demon in his mind, Reggie, had been acting up again and sunk their wire into Axl’s heart. The boy’s heart pounded and his vision was blurred as he tried to calm himself down.

Then, he heard the sound of the door opening. “Axl? Sweetheart?” A soft, sweet voice called to him. One that Axl was very familiar with. “Over here, Aaron.” Axl poked his head out from underneath the blanket, spotting his albino boyfriend. Arron turned to face him, his long, white braid laid atop his shoulders. “There you are.” Arron spoke softly. “Are you okay, love? You look rather distraught back there.”

Axl shook his head, the black hair in front of his face swayed as he did so. “No…I know now why I’m like this. Why do the smallest things upset me.” Aaron shook his head as he walked over to Axl’s bed, hooves clicking on the ground. “It’s not you, love. Certain things just irritate your mind and that’s okay. It’s alright that you don’t like strangers touching you.”

The raven-haired boy scooted over to his partner, paws sinking into the bed. “I just don’t understand why I can’t even get a hug from anyone except you and Aurora. You two are the only people I’m fine with touching.” Aaron nodded, wrapping his arm around Axl. “That’s just what you tolerate. There’s nothing wrong with that.” Axl just looked down at the floor and sighed, still disappointed.

Aaron gently nuzzled Axl’s shoulder. “Would you like me to pouch you? Get away from the world for a minute?” Axl nodded before looking at his partner. “Thank you, angel.” The albino chuckled, slowly wrapping Axl in his tail. “Of course. You know you’re safe with me.”

The albino slowly raised Axl closer to him with his tail, slowly opening his maw. Axl closed his eyes as Aaron stuck his partner’s head into his jaws. Warm enveloped the raven-haired boy as he slid further into Aaron’s throat. The soft walls tightened and retracted as it brought Axl closer to the dark pouch.

All that was left was Axl’s tail, which Aaron gently slurped up. Now, Axl was held in the dark, warm organ. He looked around the environment, feeling the soft, slick walls. Various gurgles and growls echoed around him, which was accompanied by Aaron’s heartbeat.

Aaron huffed when he finished his meal. Tucking himself into the bed, the albino purred happily as he felt his partner adjusting inside. “How are you feeling, love?”Aaron spoke with a sweet tone, gently rubbing circles on his stomach. Axl hummed softly before speaking up, which sounded muffled due to the walls around him. “Much better…Thank you.”

“No problem, sweetheart. Just relax. I’ve got you.” Aaron whistled a sweet and warm song.. “I love you.” The albino could feel his partner nuzzling him from the inside. “I love you too, angel.”

No problem! Honestly, this fic was really comforting to write. I wanted to give that feeling since I felt like it made sense for the characters and it meant a lot to me.

Also You Will Be Okay is by far the best Helluva Boss song and it fits with Spec’s and Alex’s relationship.

(This made me so happy to write. This is actually based off of a headcanon I have about Alex. Try to guess which song they sing at the end!)

Special Interests

(A DOAI Drabble)

Word Count: 1470

Warnings: FLUFF, plus masking

The newly risen moon shined through Alex’s bedroom window. Peace and quiet filled the house as the feline Veldigun walked into their domain. Their ears twisted and swiveled around, trying to pick up any slight sound. Luckily, nothing was heard or seen. Alex sighed heavily before bending down beside their bed.

Claws clicked on the ground as they tried to find something very special to them. Feeling the sensation of leather, Alex made a soft, yet excited, mew as they pulled the item out. It was a leather guitar case. The case was beaten and worn, but they didn’t mind, Alex unhooked the hinges before lifting up the lid.

There, they found their beloved acoustic guitar. The strings soon needed to be replaced and the body needed to be shined, but it was otherwise fine. Alex lifted up the guitar and examined. “Glad this old boy survived the move.” They examined the old instrument and took the metal pick that they had tucked into the strings when they last played it.

Sitting on the bed with the guitar in their hands, Alex sighed before playing the instrument. They had tuned it recently, so it didn’t need it for this round. They found themselves playing the intro of Tesla’s Love Song, which was incredibly beautiful to their ears yet also very complex. Humming along with the tune, Alex closed their eyes as their claws picked at the strings.

“Hey Al-“ Spector creaked the door open, facing their partner’s back. Luckily, Alex didn’t notice their beloved partner entering the room. Instead of continuing what they were about to say, Spector just listened to the heavenly music that came from Alex’s guitar. “Woah…” Spector whispered as they intricately watched their partner.

Moving closer to Alex, Spector gently crawled on the bed to hopefully get a closer look at Alex’s playing. They watched their partner’s claws move seamlessly across the instrument, but what really caught their eye was Alex’s expression. They looked like they were in their element. Spector had only seen this expression when both of them went on dates or cuddled, so they knew that music meant a lot to them.

When Alex was done playing the melody, they looked over at their partner. This caused the feline Veldigun to jump slightly. “Oh! Spector! I didn’t notice you there…” They said with an embarrassed chuckle, clutching the neck of the guitar close to their chest. Alex fidgeted nervously with their claws and the strings of the instrument. “Why didn’t you tell me that you could play?” Spector spoke softly as they stood up, looking at Alex with a warm expression.

“Well…I’m not that great. Plus, it’s just a hobby. Nothin’ to write home to mom about.” Alex said, fidgeting even more with the instrument. “What do you mean? What you just played sounded wonderful! Even if you weren’t good, I can see that you’re passionate about it, so why would you hide something you love?” Spector walked closer to their partner, gently sliding their claws on the strings. “It’s just nothing special. It doesn’t really matter.” Alex shyly smiled before a sorrowful expression grew on their face.

Spector immediately recognized this look. They made this exact look the first time Clyde shoved them and their interests away. “Alex…I think it matters.” Alex’s ears immediately drooped before sighing and sitting back onto the bed. “Sorry…I just didn’t want to annoy you with my frankly useless knowledge on music.” Spec tilted their head. “Alex, you let me ramble about my hyperfixations all the time! I would have no problem listening to yours.” They gently took their partner’s hand. “I’m guessing no one wanted to listen to you before?”

Alex shook their head with a somber look. “No. I didn’t have any siblings and they parents always gave me the excuse that they were too tired to listen to my nonsensical rants. So…I just thought it would be better to keep it to myself.” Spector nodded, understanding their pain. Before the war really started, Clyde would listen to their ramblings, so they knew how good it felt to have someone to listen to. Yet, they also knew that it hurts to be denied that chance to express themselves.

“They aren’t nonsensical, Alex. It’s just who you are.” Spector looked at the worn down instrument. “How long have you been playing for?” A smile began to form on Alex’s face. “Years. Over a decade even. I believe I got this thing when I was eight. I know I should replace it, but I didn’t have the money for the longest time.” Spector tilted their head and grinned. “Your experience shows. You’re really talented, man!”

Alex laughed softly as their tails swayed, making Spec blush slightly. “Thanks. That actually means a lot to me.” Spector wrapped their arms around their partner. “No problem, critter.” Then, they kissed their Veldigun partner.

A few weeks passed since that conversation. Spector would have to get Alex to talk about their hyperfixations in order for them to do so. Turns out, they had a tendency to love certain things just like Spector did. Alex delve deep into any interest that they had and music seemed to be their strongest one. So, Spector decided to give them a little surprise.

They had ordered something online, so they had to wait quite a bit for it to show up. Spector knew they couldn’t just go out and get it. People would get suspicious of their appearance! So, this was the safest bet.

Then, it arrived. A large package was dropped off on their doorstep. Spector waited for the mailman to leave before slinking outside to grab the package. Package in hand, Spector carried it inside and ran into the bedroom. They wrapped the package as quickly as they could. Soon, they heard Alex drive into the parking lot.

The front door opened as Alex quickly changed back into their Veldigun form. “Spector? You home?” They called for their partner, shutting the door behind them. Some shuffling from the bedroom confirmed their suspicions. Alex grinned as they walked over to their bedroom. “Spec. I know you’re in there.”

Spector almost panicked before opening the door, immediately wrapping their arms around their partner. “Evening, Alex!” Spector gave them a little forehead kiss. “I got something for ya!” Alex tilted their head and petted them. “You did? How sweet. Thank you.” Spec gently took their partner’s arm and took them over to the bed.

Alex sat down and lovingly watched their partner. Spector hopped over to the closet and took out the wrapped box. They took the box over to their partner and set it in their lap. “Oh, Spector. You shouldn’t have.” Alex spoke gently as Spector sat down next to them. “Hush. After everything you’ve done for me, and many other people, you deserve something in return.”

Alex smiled warmly as their claws gently tore into the wrapping paper. They ripped it off with ease before using their claws once more to cut the tape on the box. Spector watched excitedly as their partner opened the box. What greeted Alex nearly made them gasp. A sleek, leather guitar case greeted them. They gently took the case out of the box, realizing that there was a heavy weight inside.

Being incredibly gentle, Alex unlocked the case and opened it. A shiny black guitar greeted them as it shone in the light. The strings and body were brand new and the neck and machine heads was incredibly stable on the body. A brand new pick was tucked in the strings.“Do you like it?” Spector grinned as they watched their partner hold the guitar. Tears slowly started to fall down Alex’s face. “It’s…It’s beautiful.”

Alex turned to look at Spector. “You…You did this for me?” Spector nodded before hugging their feline partner. Alex buried their head into Spec’s shoulder and cried. “Thank you. Thank you so much.” Spector patted them on the head, knowing that Alex wasn’t used to people doing stuff for them. “It’s no problem, little critter. I just wanted to make you feel special.” The partners broke away and Alex smiled. “You certainly have.”

The feline Veldigun looked down at the guitar before setting it up in their lap. Spector’s tail wagged excitedly, knowing what was going to happen. Alex then began to pluck at the guitar with both their claws and the pick. A beautiful melody rang out throughout the house. This melody was soon joined with wonderful vocals.

“It always feels more quiet…in the dark. It always feels so stark. When silence grows under the moon…and it’s always gone so soon.” Alex’s voice sounded mystical to Spector. They already had a unique voice, so their singing sounded just as unique and beautiful. Spector happily listened to their partner, loving their passion.

Why…Why…Why am I shipping these two?! This is the most crack I’ve ever shipped, but for some reason…I love them!

*sigh* I really wanna make my fnf au into a mod, but all I know how to do is write.

Info Before I Start Writing

My FNF AU

I’m going to put down some information on the characters here for my FNF AU! I might call this the Billy Is Missing AU.

Boyfriend/Blake:

Species: Half-angel, Half-human.

Age: 19

Gender: Transmasc

Sexuality: Bisexual

Height: 7”2 (base height), 4”5 (Chibi/Preferred height.)

Attire/angel traits: normal white shirt with crossed out sign and jeans. He wears his usual cap, but he also has quite a few ear piercings and a nose piercing on the left side. Blake also wears a black hoodie with red sleeves and a red hood. He gets his wings near the end of the story (angels have to earn their wings). The feathers at the top are a navy blue. They turn lighter with each row of feathers. This angel luckily only has top surgery scars.

Personality: Blake is a very cheerful, yet sassy angel. He’s confident to the point of stupidity, but isn’t afraid to be emotional. Like canon, BF is both autistic and has ADHD (type 3). He’s nonverbal and prefers to communicate via his beeps and boops (which is one way for him to stim). When Blake does speak, it’s for a very important reason. He also stims by ruffling his feathers and cooing like a pigeon.

Nicknames: Bee (from Pico), blue, little angel.

Girlfriend/Gracie:

Species: Demon

Age: 19

Gender: Genderfluid (with a preference for she/her)

Sexuality: Pansexual

Height: 8”4 (base height), 4”7 (Chibi/preferred height.)

Attire/demon traits: She wears her usual minidress along with a leather jacket and her heels. Gracie has her parent’s purple skin tone near eyes and various other spots on her body. This also includes her horns, demon tail (which is in the shape of a heart), and pointed ears.

Personality: Kind and sassy, similar to Blake. Despite growing up in a rich family, she taught herself how to take care of herself so she could prove her parents that she could. GF has so much confidence in her boyfriend (that it turns into stupidity). She is very loving and stims via biting and chewing on a necklace that Blake got her.

Nicknames: Doll (from Pico), demon darling.

Pico

Species: Human

Age: 20

Gender: Cis male

Sexuality: Demisexual (takes a lot of trust for him)

Height: 4”6 (bro is tiny)

Attire: Pico wears his usual green turtleneck and brown pants. He also wears leather, fingerless gloss and he has a nose ring. Scars cover his arms and chest. Pico gets blinded in his left eye near the end of the story due to being scratched.

Personality: Pico has PTSD and schizophrenia due to the events of Pico’s School. He carries a lot of survivor’s guilt because of the incident and it was because of him that he and Blake originally broke up. Despite that, Blake still loves and cares for Pico, which the poor guy just can’t comprehend. He has a hard time opening up, but he does grow as a character as the story goes on.

Nicknames: Pitbull (from Blake), Bodyguard (from Gracie), Buster.

Billy/Yourself:

Species: Pure angel

Age: 24

Gender: Transmasc

Sexuality: Bisexual

Height: 7”2 (base/preferred height), 4”5 (Chibi height).

Attire/angel traits: He was a very similar attire to BF, but the white shirt is actually a hoodie with the same crossed out sign and red sleeves and hood. His clothes are covered in rips and tears. His wings were much darker than BF’s and even had some gray at the tips. Of course, they are nothing but nubs during the story (he ripped them off). Along with his top surgery scars, Billy has a lot of scratches and scars on his chest. He has the same piercings as Blake.

Personality: Billy is actually very emotionally intelligent. He can read a situation easily and can see how a person feels about it. Billy is also incredible with finances. This stems from the fact that he was an orphan who lived in an abandoned treehouse, so he had to fend for himself. When Herself passed, Billy fell into his depression and couldn’t bring himself to be social or take care of himself (thus looking as unkept as he is). Despite this, Billy is a very sweet angel who thinks of Blake as being his younger brother.

Nicknames: Silly Billy, Angel (from Pogo).

Hana/Herself:

Species: Pure Demon

Age: 24

Gender: Genderfluid (preference for she/her)

Sexuality: Pansexual

Height: 8”4 (base/preferred height), 4”7 (Chibi height).

Attire/demon traits: While she was alive, Hana wore a variety of red dresses. Her favorite was one that had black seams and wrist cuffs. She wore heels just like GF and often borrowed Billy’s black hoodie. She has a tail and horns like GF, but they’re red instead of purple.

Personality: She’s a very sweet demon. If it weren’t for her physical appearance, most people wouldn’t know she was a demon. Hana did get bullied as a kid since demons are looked down upon, so Pogo and Billy were her only two friends for the longest time. Out of the three, she’s the most innocent and naive since her parents are actually good parents.

Nicknames: Lily (from Billy), Sweetie, Sweetheart.

Pogo/Himself:

Species: Huntsman (this is a species designed to kill monsters. They are often mistaken for Anthros)

Age: 25

Gender: Cis male

Sexuality: Pansexual

Height: 8”7

Attire/Huntsman traits: Instead of a turtleneck, Pogo wears a green hoodie that has light and dark green stripes on the sleeves. He also wears torn up brown pants. Orange fur covers his dog-like legs and his tail is similar to that of a German Shepherd in shape. Pogo also wears fingerless gloves and has a black and white bandana around his neck. Unlike Pico, the right side of his head is shaved while the left side is styled similarly to Soft Pico. The only difference is that his hair covers his missing left eye. Similar to Silly Billy and Herself, shadows surround his eyes. Pogo’s teeth and claws are incredibly sharp. Scars cover his arms and chest, but they’re not from the incident. (He’s jacked as well.)

Personality: Pogo is a very sweet and carefree pup. He genuinely understands and tries to help people with their trauma (even though he neglects his own). Unfortunately, Pogo can also get very violent when need be. When he sees someone he loves being hurt, Pogo goes insane and viciously tears that person apart. This is out of his control though and is terrified of this state (which he calls “The Beast”). He’s afraid that it will hurt those he loves. However, it’s actually there to protect his loved ones.

Nicknames: Guard dog, Puppy (from Billy), Big Dog.

Oh lord…Sorry

(This made me so happy to write. This is actually based off of a headcanon I have about Alex. Try to guess which song they sing at the end!)

Special Interests

(A DOAI Drabble)

Word Count: 1470

Warnings: FLUFF, plus masking

The newly risen moon shined through Alex’s bedroom window. Peace and quiet filled the house as the feline Veldigun walked into their domain. Their ears twisted and swiveled around, trying to pick up any slight sound. Luckily, nothing was heard or seen. Alex sighed heavily before bending down beside their bed.

Claws clicked on the ground as they tried to find something very special to them. Feeling the sensation of leather, Alex made a soft, yet excited, mew as they pulled the item out. It was a leather guitar case. The case was beaten and worn, but they didn’t mind, Alex unhooked the hinges before lifting up the lid.

There, they found their beloved acoustic guitar. The strings soon needed to be replaced and the body needed to be shined, but it was otherwise fine. Alex lifted up the guitar and examined. “Glad this old boy survived the move.” They examined the old instrument and took the metal pick that they had tucked into the strings when they last played it.

Sitting on the bed with the guitar in their hands, Alex sighed before playing the instrument. They had tuned it recently, so it didn’t need it for this round. They found themselves playing the intro of Tesla’s Love Song, which was incredibly beautiful to their ears yet also very complex. Humming along with the tune, Alex closed their eyes as their claws picked at the strings.

“Hey Al-“ Spector creaked the door open, facing their partner’s back. Luckily, Alex didn’t notice their beloved partner entering the room. Instead of continuing what they were about to say, Spector just listened to the heavenly music that came from Alex’s guitar. “Woah…” Spector whispered as they intricately watched their partner.

Moving closer to Alex, Spector gently crawled on the bed to hopefully get a closer look at Alex’s playing. They watched their partner’s claws move seamlessly across the instrument, but what really caught their eye was Alex’s expression. They looked like they were in their element. Spector had only seen this expression when both of them went on dates or cuddled, so they knew that music meant a lot to them.

When Alex was done playing the melody, they looked over at their partner. This caused the feline Veldigun to jump slightly. “Oh! Spector! I didn’t notice you there…” They said with an embarrassed chuckle, clutching the neck of the guitar close to their chest. Alex fidgeted nervously with their claws and the strings of the instrument. “Why didn’t you tell me that you could play?” Spector spoke softly as they stood up, looking at Alex with a warm expression.

“Well…I’m not that great. Plus, it’s just a hobby. Nothin’ to write home to mom about.” Alex said, fidgeting even more with the instrument. “What do you mean? What you just played sounded wonderful! Even if you weren’t good, I can see that you’re passionate about it, so why would you hide something you love?” Spector walked closer to their partner, gently sliding their claws on the strings. “It’s just nothing special. It doesn’t really matter.” Alex shyly smiled before a sorrowful expression grew on their face.

Spector immediately recognized this look. They made this exact look the first time Clyde shoved them and their interests away. “Alex…I think it matters.” Alex’s ears immediately drooped before sighing and sitting back onto the bed. “Sorry…I just didn’t want to annoy you with my frankly useless knowledge on music.” Spec tilted their head. “Alex, you let me ramble about my hyperfixations all the time! I would have no problem listening to yours.” They gently took their partner’s hand. “I’m guessing no one wanted to listen to you before?”

Alex shook their head with a somber look. “No. I didn’t have any siblings and they parents always gave me the excuse that they were too tired to listen to my nonsensical rants. So…I just thought it would be better to keep it to myself.” Spector nodded, understanding their pain. Before the war really started, Clyde would listen to their ramblings, so they knew how good it felt to have someone to listen to. Yet, they also knew that it hurts to be denied that chance to express themselves.

“They aren’t nonsensical, Alex. It’s just who you are.” Spector looked at the worn down instrument. “How long have you been playing for?” A smile began to form on Alex’s face. “Years. Over a decade even. I believe I got this thing when I was eight. I know I should replace it, but I didn’t have the money for the longest time.” Spector tilted their head and grinned. “Your experience shows. You’re really talented, man!”

Alex laughed softly as their tails swayed, making Spec blush slightly. “Thanks. That actually means a lot to me.” Spector wrapped their arms around their partner. “No problem, critter.” Then, they kissed their Veldigun partner.

A few weeks passed since that conversation. Spector would have to get Alex to talk about their hyperfixations in order for them to do so. Turns out, they had a tendency to love certain things just like Spector did. Alex delve deep into any interest that they had and music seemed to be their strongest one. So, Spector decided to give them a little surprise.

They had ordered something online, so they had to wait quite a bit for it to show up. Spector knew they couldn’t just go out and get it. People would get suspicious of their appearance! So, this was the safest bet.

Then, it arrived. A large package was dropped off on their doorstep. Spector waited for the mailman to leave before slinking outside to grab the package. Package in hand, Spector carried it inside and ran into the bedroom. They wrapped the package as quickly as they could. Soon, they heard Alex drive into the parking lot.

The front door opened as Alex quickly changed back into their Veldigun form. “Spector? You home?” They called for their partner, shutting the door behind them. Some shuffling from the bedroom confirmed their suspicions. Alex grinned as they walked over to their bedroom. “Spec. I know you’re in there.”

Spector almost panicked before opening the door, immediately wrapping their arms around their partner. “Evening, Alex!” Spector gave them a little forehead kiss. “I got something for ya!” Alex tilted their head and petted them. “You did? How sweet. Thank you.” Spec gently took their partner’s arm and took them over to the bed.

Alex sat down and lovingly watched their partner. Spector hopped over to the closet and took out the wrapped box. They took the box over to their partner and set it in their lap. “Oh, Spector. You shouldn’t have.” Alex spoke gently as Spector sat down next to them. “Hush. After everything you’ve done for me, and many other people, you deserve something in return.”

Alex smiled warmly as their claws gently tore into the wrapping paper. They ripped it off with ease before using their claws once more to cut the tape on the box. Spector watched excitedly as their partner opened the box. What greeted Alex nearly made them gasp. A sleek, leather guitar case greeted them. They gently took the case out of the box, realizing that there was a heavy weight inside.

Being incredibly gentle, Alex unlocked the case and opened it. A shiny black guitar greeted them as it shone in the light. The strings and body were brand new and the neck and machine heads was incredibly stable on the body. A brand new pick was tucked in the strings.“Do you like it?” Spector grinned as they watched their partner hold the guitar. Tears slowly started to fall down Alex’s face. “It’s…It’s beautiful.”

Alex turned to look at Spector. “You…You did this for me?” Spector nodded before hugging their feline partner. Alex buried their head into Spec’s shoulder and cried. “Thank you. Thank you so much.” Spector patted them on the head, knowing that Alex wasn’t used to people doing stuff for them. “It’s no problem, little critter. I just wanted to make you feel special.” The partners broke away and Alex smiled. “You certainly have.”

The feline Veldigun looked down at the guitar before setting it up in their lap. Spector’s tail wagged excitedly, knowing what was going to happen. Alex then began to pluck at the guitar with both their claws and the pick. A beautiful melody rang out throughout the house. This melody was soon joined with wonderful vocals.

“It always feels more quiet…in the dark. It always feels so stark. When silence grows under the moon…and it’s always gone so soon.” Alex’s voice sounded mystical to Spector. They already had a unique voice, so their singing sounded just as unique and beautiful. Spector happily listened to their partner, loving their passion.