#abyssverse

He wants to tell you, that even if things are hard rn, they will get better soon! You are a fighter and so so strong!

So please... Don't give up ok?

This drawing is inspired by a story I wrote over at @skykid-void about my ocs Abyss and Star.

Abyss finds Star, a young moth, alone, hurt and scared in wasteland. After a few shenanigans, both of them get attached to eachother and Abyss makes the decision to raise the little moth.

Abyss had just passed through the gate connecting Wastelands temple with Vault, breathing in the damp, cold air that felt like such a relief from wastelands warm sulfur smell. They were visiting Vault again. Last time they had been here, Abyss was leading two loud Moths, named Sammy and Secret, through Wasteland, promising to bring them to the eye of eden.

Now however, they were alone. Without loud but lovable Skykids at their side, they finally felt at peace enough to really enjoy the calmness of Vault.

The tall skykid set in motion, their hooves, barely visible through their fluff, making a clacking sound on the tiled floor.

Clack clack clack...

It wasn't long before they reached the entrance. A tall stone portal opened up before them, leading into the first hall. It was a lot fuller here, skykids were carrying books, examining memory cubes and quietly chatting amongst themselves.

"Ehem!"

Abyss looked down, seeing a small, scrawny skykid looking up at them. The kid was clearly nervous, shuffeling his feet. Perhaps the was wondering what lead to him having to talk to such a giant and intimidating stranger? In the distance, a group of young skykids started cheering.

He cleared his throat and shyly said "uhm.. Zack, guard in training. May I have your name and identification please?... O-oh and the reason for your stay of course!" He flashed Abyss a nervous smile.

Before said bunny masked skykid could react however, a person on their right side started laughing.

"No need Zack, that's just Abyss. They're a traveller and come here often, no need to look them up." He walked over, giving Abyss a gentle pat on the shoulder. "Forgive Zack, he's a new trainee. He still needs to learn how things work around here."

"Yes, but Sir!" The shy voice piped up. "Doesn't it say in the protocol that ALL visiting Skykids need to report to the guard AND show their identification?" Zack looked nervous still, but had a challenging glare in his eyes.

"Well, usually yes, but only if they visit rarely and aren't known to the guard!" As the older Guard explained, the trainee hastily started taking notes on a notepad he had pulled from under his cape. "You see-" the guard continued "Abyss is a traveller, they travel from realm to realm... I'm sure you've heard of travellers before? Anyway, Abyss guides moths or do other little tasks here and there. If you keep working for us, you will get to know them better." Zack eagerly nodded.

As soon as he was done taking notes, he bowed politely towards the traveller. "Excuse the hold up Abyss, you may enter! Take care."

Abyss nodded at him, watching as he skipped over to a group of trainees, excitedly chattering to them.

The older guard looked up at them. "Now before you go, I better tell you that Wren has been wait-"

Fwomp!

A blur of white and purple had tackled Abyss, squeezing their neck as if life depended on it.

Abyss, already used to this, enveloped the Attacker in a giant bear hug, twirling them around until loud laughs were audible.

"ABYSSSSSSSSS!!! OH MY ELDERS.. I'm so happy you're back!!"

Wrens emerald green eyes looked up, making contact with Abyss's golden ones under their mask. She hugged Abyss closer, snuggeling her face into their chestfluff.

The Guard let out a quiet laugh, at which point Wren shot him a warning glare. It was as if she warned the guard not to mention that she had been waiting in the cold hall for hours after she had heard of Abyss heading towards Vault. The guard stopped laughing and looked the other way.

Wren turned back around, squeezing Abyss tighter. "Are you staying longer? It's been ages since we had time to stargaze! Oh or read! Now that I think about it, I have just found something that might interest you we have to check it out soon. Nowthatyoureherewecan-"

"Excuse the interruption, priestress Wren?"

Wren let go of Abyss, turning around to the guard, who was bowing very respectfully.

"Yes?" She was blushing, having totally forgotten his presence.

"Everything's fine at the Gate. Just a few rambunctious Moths earlier. But we took care of it."

Wren gave him a sign to stand up while adjusting her glasses, and he gave her a thankful smile.

"Thank you for that. I hope the rest of your shift will be calmer. You have the trainees today too, don't you?"

The old Guard nodded.

"Well then, Abyss and me will get-"

Abyss suddenly placed a hand on Wrens back, motioning a thumbs up and gesturing to the group of trainees, who were now watching the scene, whispering excitedly.

"Oh, awww! Of course, of course. Guard, Abyss here wishes you good luck with training and wants to tell you that Zack has really impressed them! He already knows his job well in theory."

Abyss nodded an agreement, their eyes glowing proudly under the mask.

Before the Guard could respond, Wren had already grabbed Abyss's hand, leading them away.

"Now, what do we want to do first? I know you're probably tired, so stargazing? Or I could show you the things I found! Youwontbelieve..."

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Just a short drabble showing a bit of the relationship between Wren and Abyss.

Wren didn't really have a lot of friends before becoming Vaults head priestress, so she treasures her friendship with Abyss a lot. She also has a habit of showing her friends a lot of information she thinks they'd like or would find interesting.

Abyss on the other hand is a quiet but giant cuddlebug, being very interested in their smol but excited friends, well... everything.

If you find any spelling errors, it's 1 am, so no, you did not.

A shiver runs down Wooyoung’s spine. “Thought you liked being the only one who gets to have me,” he murmurs, his eyelids fluttering shut as he leans into the soft touch.

“I do,” Hongjoong says. “But I want them to see exactly what they can’t have.” He smirks, thumbing gently at Wooyoung's cheek. “My gorgeous feral pet, perfectly tamed.”

(or so he thinks)

featuring: cyberpunk, violence, consensual non-consent, wooyoung/hongjoong, and so many unsafe kinks

despite it all, they are so very in love, even if neither of them is willing to say it out loud

moodboard under the cut

It’s fucking exhausting, running along the edge of the cliff when the ground is crumbling beneath his feet. Every time he thinks he’s found purchase, a stable footing, another crack opens up, threatening to send him tumbling down into the chasm below if he doesn’t keep moving, keep working, keep going onto the next job and the next bounty and the next payout until he either dies or fucking kills himself. And here Hongjoong is, standing at the bottom of the swirling abyss like it’s nothing, promising to catch him.

this story may be character-driven, but it is About the environment. how to exist, how to survive, how to live when everything around you wants to take everything you ever had, to tear you apart for all you're worth—and just how easy it is to break under those conditions.

featuring: cyberpunk, violence, dubious consent, wooyoung/hongjoong, perhaps my favorite character dynamics i've ever written

moodboard under the cut