Christmas 2021 Holiday Card

 

The Omnys wish you a Happy Christmas!

Featuring the Original Five: Cyl, Devi, Lettie, Whitney, and Shady.

Reignbeau Revives

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Author's Note: The Omnys, in event they do get themselves truly killed, are capable of resurrecting through conceptual back-ups in the Meta, generating new forms for them directly into the Planar Void, with fully up-to-date memories. Cyl, and now Reignbeau, are pretty much the only two who've needed to worry about it, but who knows what the future has in store for the Omnyverse as a whole.

The Omny's actual "power level" is an interesting point of debate; "omnipotence", it turns out, is a relative term when you're dealing with the cosmic pantheons of comic book multiverses. Yes, ostensibly, the Omnys are among the most powerful set of characters I've ever created, except, of course, they are only the latest in a line of "omnipotent" entities that make up the lore of my many, many worlds. The idea of asking "who would win" between two nominally omnipotent characters is a pointless thought experiment; such beings are either demonstrably "equal" in being the highest beings of their respective universes, or one is clearly on a whole other level above the other. Stalemates or curbstomps tend to be how it goes when you're dealing with beings that can make and break universes with casual ease.

Thus, for all their power, the Omnys are decidedly "mid-tier" at best among all my cosmic creations, just going by the fact that there are some entities they simply have no chance of defeating, and depending on what universe they might travel to, there are indeed "weaker" enemies still able to defeat them, depending on what resources they can bring to bear, and what circumstances they take advantage of.

 At the end of the day, though, it really comes down to the fact that in order to give Cyl's search for heroic struggle any real gravitas, it has to actually be a struggle. Thus, despite being a multiversal Goddess, she can still get the shit kicked out of her if she isn't careful. But at the same time, as an entity who can exist in the Meta, she's also technically of higher status and influence than most of those very same entities who could beat her or make her fight her hardest to win, in a dramatic story context.

Narrative conceit's a bitch sometimes.

Reaching Out

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Author's Note: At last, another comic! This is another case where I had a small bit of the work made months prior, just sitting on my hard drive waiting for me to come back to. In this instance, it was Panel 3 of the comic, done as a stand-alone caption at the time. I always knew there would be more to the scene, but no idea what until I just sat down and let the scene play out on a sudden whim.

Honestly, this scene would probably work better overall as a prose short, and I'll probably write that version later on, but I've been in a comics mood again lately. Even for stories in which there's no real action, there's just something nice about being able to see the character's expressions and body language instead of always having stop the flow of dialogue to mention every time someone raises an eyebrow or shrugs. Not to mention being able to enjoy the full visualization of the characters.

Some of my stuff definitely works best in prose form, but a growing part of me regrets going so long not even trying to do comics, even if it does take much longer to make them (even using Koikatsu, this took me the better part of a day and a half to do a scene I probably could have knocked out in fifteen minutes just writing it). Oh, well. Can't sell e-books of Koi comics, so it's probably best I not spend that much time on these anyway.

Savage Awakenings

WARNING: heavy gore and brutality

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She woke up with her stomach lurching again, forcing her conscious. She tried to make it to the bucket, but couldn’t crawl the full distance before her stomach spasmed, and she had to stop and gag against the floor. Nothing came out, but only because they hadn’t fed her in a few days. How many? Usually they let her starve for three if she acted up. The last clear memory of a meal was the night before, but then the following morning, she’d bitten the last “client” they’d thrown at her. At least, she thought she might have. The man had come in the room, and then things got blurry, and then when she could think again, she’d tasted blood on her tongue. Hers? Or the clients? Before she could really figure out what had happened, they’d given her the shot, and then the room was spinning and spinning and spinning and…

Savior

The first sign that someone had broken into his house was the busted doorframe; he hadn’t noticed it until he was nearly on his porch. The second sign was the door swinging open, and a stocky man in black with a stuffed duffle bag almost running him over.
 
Don didn’t need a third sign to clue him in on what to do. The man’s eyes widened as he yelled, “Shit!” and his hand went to his hip, where a pistol was holstered. Before he could reach it, Don’s fist shot out and socked him square in the jaw, hard enough he heard a tooth crack.
 
The man hollered and fell back onto the porch. He scrambled for his gun, but the duffle bag had landed over it with a hard thunk, and the distinct sound of breaking porcelain. Don winced, knowing that had likely been the fancy ceramic flask his ex-wife had left him. He didn’t give the man another second to get his wits, reaching down and socking him again, this time breaking the man’s nose.
 
The man hollered again, both hands reaching up to his face, while Don quickly shoved the duffle bag up and grabbed for the thief’s gun. His fingers grazed the handle right as something hard clocked him on the head. He went stumbling back off the porch and onto the walkway. Despite the strength of the blow, Don managed to shake it off, fight through the pain, and roll onto his feet. As he rose, though, he saw a second man, leaner but taller than the first, level a shotgun at him.
 
Don froze in place. For a brief second, he almost tried to throw up a defensive barrier, before remembering that he was on Earth; the Magic he learned on his divine lover’s fantasy worlds didn’t work here. Her blessing of perfect health still maintained, but that wasn’t going to save him from a point-blank round of buckshot.

Didsy's Prologue

She came too as if from a dreamless haze. Her body still felt a bit flush from the... weekend... week? How long had they been going at it? An impossible length, it seemed. Surely, even her body would have collapsed far earlier from such intense stimulations and copulations...
 
She sat up, pulling the sheets of an absurdly large bed around her form. A quick glance told her that the boy she’d been summoned to please was already gone, and the one who had summoned her...
 
“Morning!” She flinched as a nubile brunette girl was suddenly sitting right next to her. She felt herself flush as she took in the girl’s brazen nudity.
 
“Good... morning...” Didsy swallowed hard as she felt a sharp pang in her chest. As her thoughts came clearer into focus, her exact circumstances came into stark relief. She remembered exactly who and what she was, and why she was here.

Mingles Mingling

NOTE: this story takes place between "Released" and "A Separate Solution"

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They met at a bonfire, on a beach in northern Chili. A raucous summer party, with plenty of young men and women to have some fun with.
 
Demi was already there, having insinuated herself into the small crowd. She’d spent the past few weeks bouncing around college campuses and arranging encounters with travelers, getting to know the mortals of Earth and Thrae. She’d enjoyed dozens of flings already, but had yet to select anyone as a dedicated Plaything. There were a few very nice boys and girls she fancied, had played with several times during her sojourns, but in the end, she kept moving on. Such was the nature of an Omnymphotent, of course. An all-powerful sex fiend couldn’t settle for just one mortal lover. But both of her progenitors had quickly filled their little black books, so to speak, while Demi was content to take her time settling.

Multi-Colored Mayhem

Domina took in a deep breath, smelling the ashes and blood on the wind. It was a beautiful crimson morning on her world of Apoclypha, and she stood nude and statuesque atop the vast torture facility that was her home castle. What fine distraction should she indulge in this morning? A fresh cart of maidens had been delivered to her just last night, fealty paid by the few ragged human tribes she extended a paltry protection to. She could slowly strip the skin from the poor, crying girls and light their flayed flesh on fire, forcing their exposed nerves and muscles to regenerate as fast as it burned so that they felt the exquisite peak of agony as she fucked their skinless, burning, screaming forms, until every bone in their body was snapped to pieces.
 
Yes, that sounded lovely. She’d been making larger gestures of destruction of late, shattering several of the human strongholds in the form of an Archdemon, leading her “fellow” demons to run roughshod over the few free humans left in her world. She would have to arrange for a few new settlements to take their place soon, or she was going to run out of survivors to terrorize. A little, luxurious lovemaking with the still-standing stronghold’s sweet, fresh sacrifices would be a nice, relaxing meditation for a change.
 
Or at least it would have if a bolt of rainbow colors didn’t slam into her back like a meteor just before she could turn to fetch her toys. Utterly stunned, the redhead was sent soaring off over the horizon. As she attempted to orient herself, the streak of colors hit her at a steep angle, powering her straight into the ground, dragging her for several miles through the broken landscape of her world. A quarter-mile deep trench was cut through the barren wastelands and shattered cities before the streak of colors let up its relentless force.
 
Domina was pissed. She recovered from the blow in an instant, glaring upwards, and shifting her body into living lava. She surged out of the trench, towering as a volcanic giantess over the figure who dared to strike at her. For just a moment, she saw a young woman sneering up at her, dressed in navy blue clothes, with fair skin, pink eyes, and a wild mane of rainbow-colored hair. The next moment, the girl became another streak of colors, shooting at Domina faster than she could react, and punching her clear across the dimensional veil.

Shady's Game

This was a video game project I started back in September of 2020, built with RPG Maker MZ, and using CG stills made with Koikatsu for the cutscenes and the sex scenes. I've tried to tinker with it a bit here and there since, but I ultimately decided to shutter this project for two reasons: one, I didn't feel like I was able to make actually-entertaining gameplay, and two, even though I liked the cutscenes, at this point if I am going to put effort into making a game, I want to be able to sell it, and I can't legally do that if I'm using Koikatsu models.

I meant to make a video recording of this months ago, but was just being lazy about it. So, finally, here it is, a look at the short amount of progress I made on this build of Shady's Game. Storywise, I'll still consider this one of her canon adventures.

To view the video, click here to watch on, or download from, Google Drive.

Update March 2024: I have had to remove the video due to Google's policy crackdowns. I will see if I can host a version of the video directly on here, otherwise, I'll see if I can maybe just do a transcript of the dialogue, or take some screenshots of it, or something. If the later, its going to be a while.

WARNINGS: This time around, I've decided to add commentary! So enjoy hearing my Soothing Voice to ruin your erection. >:3

Also, there are multiple screen flashes at certain parts of the game. I don't think it's enough to trigger epileptic seizures, but if you are at risk for such things, or find them annoying, well, maybe just read the dialogue scenes (during which I remain silent)

Acclimatizing

As she hovered in the Planar Void, the recently Ascended Kat pondered what world she should make. The memories of multiple lives tickled at her subconscious, tempting her with a number of possibilities. Should she make a simple little town in a bubble, like some of her new colleagues? Should she construct a whole planet? If the latter, what sort of world would be best? Much of her fictional canons took place on worlds full of superheroes and supernatural forces. It might be nostalgic to create a similar such reality.
 
Except, of course, it wouldn’t really be right of her to inflict a life of danger on the people of such a world, even if they were all living figments of her imagination. But she also wasn’t sure making a little paradise of fluffy kittens and rainbows was really her thing, either.
 
Ooooh, this was so frustrating! Worldbuilding was a lot harder when you had to actually live with the worlds you built, not just keep them as hazy notions in your head!

Checking In

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Author's Note: While Cyl is absent, Wyllow and Demi decide to do a wellness check on Salamando, who's been largely drifting aimlessly about the Omnyverse. Thinking he's spending too much time brooding, they decide to be a couple of Manic Pixie Dream Girls and intrude on his grumpy time to drag him off on a grand DnD-esque adventure!

I like this intro sequence, so I thought I'd share it, but it's been sitting on my hard drive for a while now, and at this point, it's clear I'm not getting this done in comic form.

In part because I don't know what the adventure would actually be, and trying to do a full-scale adventure comic in Koi would be a huge pain in the ass and take forever.

In part, too, the whole "Omnys go and pester their author" bit is already feeling overdone and cringe at this point. At this point, Salamando the Avatar has had more appearances than some of the Omnys themselves, even if its just in cameo parts. I didn't think Sal was going to keep showing up, but it kind of just keeps happening as I continue to work through the meta-fictional themes of the series.

There's a chance I'll get around to writing a Demi/Wyllow high-fantasy adventure of some form eventually. Whether it'll be their quest with Sal (which was referenced in the stories, though not elaborated on), whether it'll factor into one of Didsy's adventures, or if it'll just be the two Mingles on their own, we'll just have to see what pops out of my brain when the time comes.