You are a young witch who has just reached an important stage in their magical journey. Finding a demonic partner.
To do this, like any other witch, you must journey to Gothal, the kingdom of demons and pick out your ideal partner. Of course, there's always time to indulge in the local culture while you're there, which thrives on lust and carnal pleasures.
What you don't expect is to also be roped into the royal family's drama. Or to be tasked with solving the case of a greedy demon leaving soulless witches in its wake.
The Price of Lust is an upcoming NSFW game aimed at female and queer audiences about witches, demons, angels and embracing your own desires.
18+ AUDIENCES ONLY, MINORS HAVE NO PLACE HERE
Point and click mechanics
Customizable pronouns and genitalia for the MC
Choices allowing different personalities
5+ romance options
Several illustrated NSFW scenes
Several submissive male love interests, 2 dominant female love interests
This project is primarily an erotic game. There will be no options for skipping or avoiding such content in the game.
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So, here’s an interesting little fun fact for y’all.
We all know Vulcan blood is green. It’s been like that since TOS, and the explanation we get is that their blood is copper based instead of iron based like humans, which is partly what gives us that red. Iron is what allows us to transport oxygen throughout our body.
When copper oxidizes, it becomes a green color. That’s my guess as to why they chose such a rich green color. Here’s the fun part, though. We do actually have life forms on Earth with copper based blood.
Quite a few deep sea creatures (squid, mollusks, octopi) and some kinds of land dwelling have copper based blood! Instead of hemoglobin, they have hemocyanin. Their blood is blue, and like, a pretty solid blue, to be honest. Some mollusks actually have been beneficial in medical research due to their blood, but that’s a whole other thing.
Here’s another fun fact, hemocyanin is actually less efficient than hemoglobin. It doesn’t transport oxygen as well, but, it’s more effective at working in cold climates. That’s why these deep sea creatures have it. It’s an evolutionary thing.
Granted, that doesn’t make sense for the arid desert dwelling species of the Vulcans, but I just thought this was fun. There’s a couple species on Earth (skinks in New Guinea) with green blood, but they do have hemoglobin. They just use biliverdin (the cause of green in bruising) differently and don’t process it out of them. Biliverdin in humans gets processed into bilirubin, and then taken out of the body as both are toxic in high concentrations. High bilirubin counts are the cause for jaundice. Right now we don’t actually know why the skinks are able to keep high concentrates of biliverdin in their body.
I just thought this was interesting, thinking about how Vulcan blood works. I think about alien anatomy a lot, what bases can cause different colors, the alternate ways internal organs could be laid out in a humanoid, what other organs we could have. It’s fascinating, truly.
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cw: fem reader, non-human reader, reader has a toy name she is referred to (treat it as an alias), canon typical child abuse, yandere behavior, dark themes, morally grey reader (you took part in the Hour of Joy and were the Prototype's Angel), lots of suffering for everyone
The Prototype's obsession can be read as platonic or romantic so feel free to interpret it any way you like.
New series based off the headcanons I've posted. I decided to change the reader's toy form to be a plastic knight both because I realised the whole dress-up-doll gimmick is already done by Lily Lovebraids, and because the world needs more knight x jester ships out there. Also, each chapter will begin with a VHS excerpt to mimick how the player can gather information about the toys through collectables.
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<Observations - 1008>
Scientist: Log code 07832. In relation: Experiment 1-0-0-8, ‘Olivia the Anemone Knight’. Although the subject herself remains completely docile and obedient towards all members of staff, her influence on the other experiments remains an area of great concern. All subjects placed within the vicinity of Olivia were observed showing heightened aggression towards any who approached her, often resulting in violent outbursts against those perceived as threats. In addition, there seems to be a correlation between subject non-compliance and time spent within Olivia’s presence, although this hypothesis is yet to be proven. Further observations are to be made to determine the extent of Olivia’s influence and what we can do to ensure that she does not cause mass dissent amongst the other subjects. End of log.
– VHS End
You were [Y/N] [L/N]. A long time ago you made a deal with a kind man who offered you paradise in the form of plastic limbs and painted smiles. Naive and hurting, you took his offer with open arms and that’s why you are currently rotting away in your immortal prison of a body.
The toy you were turned into, the Anemone Knight, was a part of a collection of five plastic toys called the Flower Knights. Originally, all five were supposed to be male but Elliot Ludwig decided one of them would hide the visage of a woman underneath the armor in honor of his beloved daughter’s wishes of wanting to see a lady knight. When boys discovered that one of their cool toys was a girl, they were quick to discard the Anemone Knight since they didn’t want ‘girl toys’ in their ‘boy space’. At least, those were the words your brother had used when he shoved the Anemone Knight into your arms, claiming that he didn’t want her anymore because “girls are not cool”. Unlike him though, you grew to love the little plastic knight with an anemone drawn onto her armor - she was so cool in your eyes and you dreamed of becoming like her one day (you suppose you had your childhood wish come true, albeit in a twisted way).
It wasn’t so bad: you still looked like you did before, albeit as a cartoonish, fully-grown version of the child you once were - the Flower Knights didn’t really have a set appearance underneath their helmets so Elliot was kind enough to keep your appearance as is - and there were certainly far worse things to be turned into in this factory than a tall plastic lady. You were even allowed to name yourself after… him.
A long forgotten memory surfaces, of a conversation held in hushed whispers between two immortal creations granted a goodbye.
“They’re moving me up to Playcare tomorrow and want me to choose a name for the kids to call me. Apparently, ‘Anemone Knight’ is too much of a mouthful.”
“A choice? They don’t grant such things.”
“I know. Which is why I’m sure that it’s a test. They want to see if I truly did forget myself, or if I would call myself [Y/N] and they need to start the process all over again.”
“Will you indulge them?”
“Can I afford not to?”
“No.”
“Then you know my answer. Besides, I already know what I want to be called.”
“Oh? Do tell.”
“Olivia.”
He bristles at that.
“Oliver is gone.”
“I know. Which is why I am choosing to honor him by taking his name.”
“You are a fool.”
“Says the jester.”
The alarm goes off in the Prototype’s cell, signalling the end of your short rendezvous.
“I thought we had more time.”
“You’re only here because they want me to suffer. They want to see if I will break after having your presence taken away so soon when we’ve only just met after months of torture.”
“That explains why they allowed me this ‘reward’ then. …I hate them.”
“Don’t worry …Olivia. I will fix everything.”
You believed him. You thought he would end the experiments for good and so gladly followed him into madness, becoming one of the instigators for the Hour of Joy alongside the Prototype. But the path he led you on resulted in further pain and unwanted suffering for the ones you had grown to love as your family - the Prototype didn’t care about the others like you did, all he cared about was keeping you and Poppy in paradise fashioned to suit his image of perfection. Thus when Poppy offered you a chance at redemption, a chance to mend your relationship after she had admonished you for you actions during the Hour (you didn’t enjoy it, making it as quick and painless as possible for any who didn’t know about the experiments, but it was agreed upon that no human could be allowed to survive), you took it with shaking hands.
When the Prototype found out about your dissent thanks to the rebel toys using repurposed bits of your armor (that he made for you out of metal left over from constructing his legs) in combat, he exploded into a laughing fit of rage - you could hear his mechanical voice crescendo in hysterics as he screamed your name, your real name, from down the hall where you were helping Doey relocate rescued critters to Safe Haven. He declared you the Arch Traitor, your name becoming taboo amongst the Joyful, but instead of having you killed on sight, he decreed himself a merciful god who would welcome you back with open arms should you choose to see reason once more.
His followers hunted you relentlessly, Catnap being the most eager to bring you back into the embrace of his god. You tried to talk to them, tried to save them from the path of ruin, but none of them would listen - Huggy and Boxy were too far gone in their bloodlust, Mommy resented you for leaving her and just wanted you back, and Catnap didn’t understand why you could leave when you were god’s most cherished angel.
Things only got worse after Poppy disappeared and the rebellion was forced to disband - with his sister safely locked away in her case, the tyrant of Playtime could focus all his attention on you and you alone. The more you slipped out of his grasp, the more aggressive the Prototype became in his pursuits to bring you back, and you were left with no choice but to cut all ties with your friends below Playcare for both your sake and theirs.
‘I wonder if Safe Haven is still holding up, I wonder if Giblet managed to find the gadgets I hid for him in our old base, I wonder if Kissy’s alright… I wonder what happened to Poppy.’
Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of Huggy Wuggy’s theme song loudly echoing off the walls of the main lobby - you had hidden yourself within the remains of the theatre for the past week and so any noise coming from the hall directly adjacent to its entrance was picked up by your keen ears. Alarmed at the possibility of Huggy’s movement (you were sure his patrol didn’t start until an hour later), you risk cracking open the door to assess the situation at hand. But instead of a furry blue giant stretching his limbs, you are met with the sight of a human wearing a Grab Pack running around the lobby exploring the abandoned factory.
You recognise the intruder: they were one of the people who used to work here before the Hour, their visits to Playcare frequent enough that their face stuck in your memory. You can’t recall exactly what their job was but you do remember two things very clearly: they were mute and were absent during the Hour of Joy. They weren’t a scientist, so no one you absolutely had to get rid of, thus you didn’t think much of it when you failed to identify their face amongst the bodies littering the floor of Playtime.
‘Why are they here? Why are they back? Are they… here to hunt us?’
The possibility of retaliation from surviving members of staff against your kind was something you were fully weary of ever since you and the Prototype made plans for the mass uprising. It was the very reason why you took the Prototype’s side in his argument against Poppy on the necessity of sacrificing all personnel in the first place.
‘I don’t think I saw anything on them besides the Grab Pack and they seemed more confused than vengeful. …Should I…?’
You weigh your options. On one hand, you could take a deep breath, close the door and pretend that you never saw what you just saw, returning back to the familiar drill of cat and mouse you were forced to play. On the other hand, you could take a huge risk by following the intruder around the factory, at least until you could be sure they wouldn’t be a threat to any of you in here, and expose yourself to the prying eyes of the Prototype. Obviously, the logical thing to do would have been to choose the first option, but….
‘If there’s even a chance this intruder might hurt the others, I can’t just sit here and let them reach the others.’
No matter how much they hurt or hunted you, no matter if they feared you or blamed you for working with the Prototype, every single toy in this god forsaken factory was your kin. Your family. And you would do anything to keep them safe.
It was why you started the Hour of Joy, why you were willing to do atrocities in the name of survival, and why you are now stuffing yourself into the vents to follow the intruder as they make their way across the factory. You watch from hidden corners and inside ventilation tunnels (barely avoiding Huggy peeking out from another one), but lose sight of them when Huggy chases them into the narrow vents. Sighing at your luck, hoping that the intruder runs away from the factory if they manage to survive Huggy, you begin making your way back to your hiding place… only to come face-to-spider-leg with the Prototype the second you exit Make-A-Friend.
He stares at you. You stare back. And then, you run.
His laughter surrounds you as you maneuver your way into vents and small passageways to loose the jester spider on your trail. You know he’s just toying with you, deliberately chasing you at a pace you can escape because he’s enjoying this cruel game of tag, but that hardly matters when all you can think about is escape.
Making a sharp turn to the right, you throw yourself into an elevator heading down to the second floor, too frazzled to deal with the fact that you were entering Mommy’s territory without much foresight (then again, you would much rather deal with the pink spider than the mechanical one hellbent on keeping you forever). But little did you know that dealing with Mommy Long Legs would be the least of your problems, for your time on the second floor would bring forth an unexpected reunion with an old friend.
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