“Write a piece of erotic fiction with your prized keyboard.”

You continue your Rainbolt Crash/DappleJack fanfiction.

But it is too gross to watch.

“sam: SAVE THE KEYBOARD!!!”

Sam’s CATLIKE REFLEXES allow him to salvage his useless piece of shit!!!

“Yoo: Throw Sam’s shitty keyboard out the window”

You toss it towards the window. You’re not sure what came over you. You would normally never destroy a friend’s property. It’s like some strange dark force goaded you into maliciousness.

Sam is livid. He won’t do anything about it though. 

Author’s Note!

If you are submitting commands, please specify to whom the command is directed. Feel free to submit a command you’ve already submitted again, edited to include the recipient of the command.

Speaking of which, if I haven’t drawn your command yet, it is because of one of these reasons (excuses, more like.)

1. I have almost thirty commands in store, few of which would make sense to answer in tandem.

2. Your command was contrary to what I did and didn’t want to make the characters do. (You can’t just say “make out with X.” You have to tell who to make out with whom, and also, that is way too easy. If making out were as simple as just DOING it, we would have no problem! Be more subtle and take smaller steps, and I will be more likely to draw the command. Like, “X: flirt with X” might work. You can even get more specific than that.)

3.Your command was too grotesque to answer. You know who you are.

“th-then peachy why do you need makeouts…”

We recently found out she only needed them to avoid becoming a dark wizard.

Then she got despondent and decided she’d spare herself the embarrassment of running out of time to nullify the pact with the demon, and just submit herself to its dark designs instead.

She doesn’t need them anymore, nor did she ever need them to survive. Peachy’s makeoutquest path has been terminated.

There are however plenty of other characters who still need your guidance. (Some yet to be introduced!)

And those characters can still interact with Peachy.

Makeouts are SO overrated.

The demon is one which assumes the approximate visage of its audience. It is a demon of deals and great power.

Peachy was solicited by the demon when she foolishly enacted the ritual of “One man hide and seek” in her room. The demon offered her a boon; she could become a wizard, and work for him. She would be granted many fantastic powers, one of which being temporal manipulation, which really tickled her fancy.

In exchange, she had to accept the demon as her master, of course.

Peachy was not without her skepticism, and the demon understood this. She was given one year exactly to decide whether or not to go through with the deal. Only a true makeout could nullify the pact. Throughout the year Peachy decided being enslaved by a demon would not be so cool. She also realized the demon engineered the conditions explicitly to forbid her withdrawal from the pact.

She thought, fuck that, I’ll be a fucking wizard, and that’s where we left off.

There are still many people who made the same pact and have tangible hopes of reversing it; Peachy is not one of them. She’s a fucking wizard now, knuckleheads!

Peachy is in the process of summoning the demon. 

If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.

This would probably be a good time to have a flashback to January, when the original pact was bonded in blood.

“Check phone contacts and/or facebook to see if you have any guy friends who would be willing to make out with peachy.”

You don’t really have to bother checking. Besides, Peachy said she wanted to do this on her own.

It can’t hurt to check up on her. You decide to chat her up.

That’s weird… she almost never ignores someone who’s trying to get in touch with her.