marinerainbow

[marinerainbow]

So! Uhm. This AU is getting a HUGE revamp, even the title being switched from Sonic Swap to Twisted Heroes. It was less of a swap AU, and more of a "What if they never got over their rough beginnings, or only started to when they all met eachother?" Anyways this is the AU Pai actually originates from. Can't wait to write antihero Tikal again she was my fav part. Very echidna character centric AU, I wonder why *neon light arrows point at my username* This is also a redraw... I'm going to link I was 13 and a half years old when I drew the og lol

[marinerainbow]

THIS IS SO CUTE!!!! Omggg. I just know that Kitty would fit right in with the twisted toonz gang ^^

Oh my goodness. Kitty, Poppy got dibs on adoption first. You guys gotta talk it out over coffee or something XD

Thank you for tagging me! ^^

Kitty and the Twisted Toon Gang

Good morning, guys! 🌄

OH MY GOD!!! I MISS YOU GUYS SO MUCH 😭😭😭😭😭😭!!!! I am so, so sorry for being MIA for over two weeks now. Things have been so chaotic, and there was so much to do in such little time, I can’t believe it 😫 Thank you all for sticking around even though things were crazy, and I hope you guys are doing all right, because I have another drawing I’d like to share with you 🥰😊🥰

@weaselnerd, @lastofautumn, and @trashogram A.K.A. @mantisandthemoondragon, I’m tagging you guys because 1. I miss you, and 2. I wanna help cheer you up 🤗❤🤗. @spookiifi and @marinerainbow, I’m tagging you too because I miss you as well 🤗🤗🤗

This gift drawing is for @thatnerdgirl7 A.K.A. @just-kit-ink 🎁. Kit, thank you so, so much for giving me permission to draw Kitty! 😁😁😁 She was so much fun 🤩😍🤩! I sincerely apologize for taking so long to complete your gift, I’ve been so exhaustingly busy 😔. I thought I’d get some time over the weekends to work on the drawing, but once again, I spoke too soon. Like – OK, I’m making a new New Year’s resolution: the next time I work on a drawing, especially if it’s a gift for a friend, I won’t speak too soon on when I’ll finish it. I gotta stop jinxing my schedule, it’s getting out of control 🤦‍♀️

Anyway, I’m adding a little drabble of her interacting with the twins and their pack. Hope you all enjoy! 😁

P.S. Hey, Kit, while I was editing the drabble, I was re-reading your cartoon roleplays (I love them, by the way 😍) and I mentioned Huckleberry ACE Academy. If that's not the college Kitty goes to, just let me know and I'll fix it! 😁

Kitty Hawkins belongs to @thatnerdgirl7 A.K.A. @just-kit-ink

Poppy O’Hare and Shiny Weasel belong to @marinerainbow (they’re mentioned in this drabble 😊)

The Twisted Toon Gang belongs to me

~

It’s been a while since Kitty played cards.

With her double life as a college student and her “job”, it’s hard to find some downtime and enjoy a good game of blackjack. Or poker. She always had a good head on her shoulders when it comes to cards, but she had to admit, her new opponents certainly gave her a run for her money.

In a game where bluffing is everything, it’s hard not to be transparent. You can tell that Adam’s got an ace up his sleeve as he took his sweet time calculating his next move before attacking within a blink of an eye, leaving no survivors in the field. Tom, on the other hand, was a breed apart. His face was a total blank, but his tactics were just as swift and brutal.

Soon, it was his turn. He observed the deck before him, then furrowed his brows. “Hmm…” he hummed, rubbing his chin. “Well, shit. All I got is…”

He slammed his cards down. “A full house!”

“What?! No!” Adam exclaimed, gobsmacked at the younger horror Toon’s victory.

“Again?” Kitty laughed, rubbing her temple as she accepted defeat with grace. Damn, these guys are tough.

“Goddammit!”

“See, I just whooped your ass twice, son!” Tom cackled, laughing at Adam’s glower. Then, he extended his hand. “Pay up.”

The vulpine growled but begrudgingly handed his leader the money while muttering a few curses. “Can’t believe I’m losing my own score two times in a row.”

“Now, now. Don’t be a sore loser, Slick.” The Rubberhose wolf halfie lightly chastised, shaking his head amusedly. “Hawkins here has more dignity than that.”

“At least she’s not gloating, you cocky little prick.” Adam grinned half-humorously.

“Well, you’re both pretty good card players, I’ll give you that.” the spunky ravenette admitted, still chucking at the boys’ banter.

“It’s all about skill and experience, Hawkins,” Tom returned her compliment, nodding. He flexed three new cards in his hand, “You gotta be willing to lose with grace, unlike Old Man Foxy here.”

Adam flipped him the bird in response, but there was no real malice in his smile.

Kitty chuckled again before glancing between the two. For a group of “Twisted Toons”, they seem like a decent bunch. Now, Kitty learned pretty early on that despite what Toons were originally created for, to serve as entertainment and nothing more, she wasn’t naïve. She knew better than to judge a book by its cover. Toons are far stronger, smarter and more capable than most humans think. She should know, because she’s working for a boogle of them.

When you have enough of being mistreated and kicked around by the world, you tend to…snap.

But still, it has to make you wonder, what’s so scary about these guys that they’re considered “twisted”?

Her train of thoughts hit the brakes when Tom called to her. “Hey, Hawkins.”

“Yeah?”

“Here you go. A gift,” he placed the money Adam gave him in her hand. Wait, did he just give her money?

“Uh, thanks?” she raised a brow, “But why’d you give me this?”

The gunslinger and the technician shared a brief, albeit meaningful glance before Tom answered, “Well, you see, Hawkins,” he began, and Kitty knew right away that this little gift exchange didn’t come without purpose. “There’s a reason why we invited you here. After we met and started hanging out together, we knew that you are special. See, most humans we’ve dealt with have been nothing but douchebags, psychos and assholes who treated Toonkind like dogshit. We’ve seen the ugly truths of humanity in our line of work, but not you. You’re better.”

Kitty’s eyes went wide. She was speechless. Has…has she passed a test or something?

As if he could hear her thoughts, Adam answered her. “You’ve proven yourself. You take Toons’ rights seriously. You care about our livelihoods, and you ain’t afraid of standing up for what’s right no matter who’s in charge. A truly ally of Toons.”

If Kitty was made of stone, she wouldn’t cry. If her heart was made from iron, it wouldn’t melt. She was made from neither of those things. Her heart swelled with immense joy and gratitude but also shattered from the thought of these two horror Toons and whoever they’re close to going through so much pain. If things are already tough for Toons here in L.A., just how bad are they in Chicago?

Tom cleared his throat, clearing trying to not appear sentimental. “And now, today is your biggest and final test.”

Oh boy, this is serious, Kitty realized, her shoulders tense and her posture straight. What’s the final test? Another heart-to-heart? More intel on Toon cases? Or…did they need her help with a case of their own?

“Katherine Hawkins, Defender of Toons,” Tom stood up from his chair, and immediately Kitty and Adam followed suite. The leader stood tall and vigilant, unmoving as he gave out her final task while taking her hand holding the money.

Finally, he spoke. “You get to go shopping today.”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“Uh, what?” Kitty asked, dumbfounded. Her mind was a total blank, as if her brain slipped out like an egg rolling off a frying pan. Shopping? Her final test is to go shopping?

“My final test is shopping?”

“Yes,” Tom nodded. He was actually serious. “And take our sisters with you.”

The Defender blinked, even more dumbfounded. “Sisters?”

A knock came at the door.

“I’ll get it,” Adam said, setting the deck down before walking up to the door. Kitty heard the door open and Adam greet the newcomers, “Hey, there’s my little princess! Did you sleep well, Candy Girl?”

“There better be a good reason why you woke me up to come here,” a tired, groggy childlike voice accented with Irish descent grumbled.

“Awe, come on, pipsqueak,” Adam chuckled teasingly, “You missin’ your beauty sleep already—OW!”

“Thanks, Twyla.”

Kitty blinked, surprised. Is that a little girl she’s hearing?

Adam returned to the lobby, followed by two Toon girls. One was indeed a child, and the other was exactly Kitty’s own age. Like Tom, but also younger.

It was the child who got Kitty’s attention first. And she had to be the cutest mouse she had ever seen in her entire life! She had to be either eleven or twelve, but she was small enough to be seven. Her fur was a soft tan, warming the curves of her large mouse-like ears to the tip of her long tail, and her head was a cloud of soft, fluffy pink cotton candy for hair. Although she had no whiskers, her cute little pink nose twitched from the different scents of wood and cardstock and tiny little buck teeth poked out from her lips while she laughed at the fox’s current misery. Her eyes were wide saucers of sky-blue youth and wonder, kissed by girlish lashes that fluttered like the wings of a delicate butterfly.

She also seemed to be fond of fairies, given her fashion choice. The petite pinkette wore a grunge green long-sleeve top decorated with a soft golden butterfly fairy skull aesthetic over dark turquoise pants with matching sneakers, and she wore crystal blue fairy wing earrings embedded with two white pearls. Her ears twitched with every sound they detected as she curiously looked around the room, clearly not understanding why she was here.

Kitty knows she doesn’t judge Toons, but there’s no way this kid is a horror Toon. In her defense, she’s just too freaking cute!

And finally, Kitty noticed the older girl, another Toon wolf, standing close to the child, almost protectively. She stood just shy of six feet, but her striking presence made her appear even taller. And she was quite enchanting, to be honest. Her hair was as black as an inky, starless night sky with waves above her midriff like the wings of a hovering raven, and wily wistful bangs veiled her left eye like the curved blade of a karambit knife. Ghostly pale gray fur warmed her body, an eerie contrast to her dark midnight shroud. On top of her head were two massive wolflike ears, one of them notched and pierced by a single silver hoop earring.

Her face was soft and angelic, framed like an adorable heart with a small touch of fluff kissing her cheeks and she had a cute black puppy nose. She also had dark, delicate lips as soft as petals probably hiding fangs as sharp and fearsome as her onyx-painted claws, and her body was carved with svelte, sylphlike curves many women would kill for. But it was her eyes that caught Kitty’s attention the most. The younger ravenette’s eyes large, doe-like eyes were two pie-cut orbs painted in bewitching shades of amethyst and midnight, glittering like starlight. Behind her, a long, enormous tail nearly twice her size loomed around like a moving shadow, covered in soft, thick layers of inky fur.

Her Gothic clothing matched her strange, unusual persona; she wore a long-sleeved vampiric off-the-shoulder top sewn in rich, dark blackberry velvet and styled with a sweetheart neckline displaying her femineity over form-fitting black jeans adorned with a belt holding a silver crescent moon buckle. The shoes she wore brought a heightened sense of asskickery; Cesare Paciottis, the only brand of shoes in the world that are made with gorgeous blades for heels. This chick was wearing blades for heels. Kitty made a mental note to steer clear if someone got on her bad side. And to add a final touch of jewelry, she wore a glimmering silver crescent moon necklace perfectly sat on her decolletage, completing her eccentric ensemble.

Tom’s footsteps snapped Kitty back to her consciousness, and he too walked over to greet the girls. He lightly ruffled the mouse girl’s head and hugged her companion, “Thanks for coming here on such short notice.” He thanked them, “We know that this is a little out of the blue, but trust me, we have a good reason for bringing you two here.”

“So, what’s up?” the pinkette asked, walking a few steps closer to the Goth horror Toon whose tail lightly coiled around her feet.

The leader cleared his throat, “Girls, we’d like you too—”

“YOU’RE GOING SHOPPING!” Adam exclaimed, and both Tom and Kitty nearly went deaf from the loud volume of the technician’s booming shout. Judging by the gunslinger wolf’s face, he totally did that on purpose.

“WE ARE?!” the preteen’s face brightened into a wide, beaming smile. And damn, if that didn’t make the Californian sleuth want to coo, she doesn’t know what would. The kid squealed and jumped in the older girl’s arms, wrapping her tiny arms around her shoulders in a tight hug. “You hear that, sis?! We’re going shopping!”

She chuckled, “Yeah, guess it’s a Shopping Saturday, after all.”

Kitty blinked again. There was something about the Gothic ravenette’s voice that captured her attention more than her appearance. Something...enthralling. If words would describe her voice, it would be like hearing a rare, unheard of but unforgettable lullaby that only spirits and witches would sing in the dead of night. Like Tom, her accent was one of Chicago grit, but while his was rough and gravelly, hers was soft and silky.

Tom cleared his throat a second time, exaggeratingly louder. “Yes, but that’s not the only reason why you’re here,” he states, not hesitating to give the older male Twisted Toon a glare which he only grinned back in return. He rolled his eyes, shaking his head before stating, “Girls, we called you in today because there’s someone we want you to meet.”

The two males cleared the path, revealing the Defender of Toons herself. Both perplexed, the girls slowly exchanged a confused glance before facing the human, then their brothers. “Who’s this?” Twyla asked, carefully putting the child down while giving Kitty a brief once-over.

Kitty knew what that look meant, one she completely understood. She’s not giving me bad vibes, but why did they call us in to meet her?

Tom seemed to read her mind and answered her question. “Girls, we’d like you to meet Kitty Hawkins, the Defender of Toons. She’s a student at Huckleberry Academy, and she’s an outstanding advocate for Toons’ rights while learning about animation.” He chuckled, “She even took a few cases of her own, and she knows this part of town like the back of her hand. She’ll be accompanying you on your little Girl’s Trip today.”

Then, he turned to Kitty. “Hawkins, these are our little sisters. Cotton-Candy Cheddar here is Echo, the baby of the family. She may be young, but she’s our little psychic who’s been a huge help in some of our cases.” He snickered, “If you buy her Tinkerbell merch, she’ll never leave you alone.”

“Hey!” Echo pouted, her face morphing into a cute little frown that made Kitty’s heart soar. WHY IS SHE SO CUTE?!?!?!

“I’m not obsessed with Tinkerbell, I just love fairies, OK?” she crossed her arms, sassily sticking her tongue out.

Oh my gosh, I’m going to cry, the junior detective thought. She couldn’t handle anymore of this intense cuteness, she just can’t.

Tom laughed, then addressed the taller dark-haired girl with a genuine, warm smile. “And this is my twin sister, Twisted Twyla. She’s a little shy, but she’s very sweet once you get to know her. Also, she…”

His words trailed off as Kitty returned her attention to the amethyst-eyed horror Toon, Twyla. This time, she gave her the once-over. Wait, this is Twyla? The badass biker chick who drove Poppy home and wasn’t allowed to leave hers and Shiny’s house for the rest of the afternoon? The adorable spooky cinnamon roll who won over Shiny’s shielded heart without even lifting a finger?

The more Kitty inspected her, the more she remembered. She did recall Poppy mentioning something about “Twyla and Shiny having so much in common”, and it wasn’t until Kitty noticed Twyla’s hair and tail did she completely remember what it was. Halfie Toons. From what Shiny told her, hybrid Toons or “halfies” as they’re called, are Toons naturally born between two different Toon species, whether one parent is a cartoon human or animal. It was rare, though not uncommon, for two different Toons to fall in love and raise halfie children.

But it was still in fact, rare. Hell, their popularity is literally twenty percent. Unfortunately, that’s due to the brutal mistreatment these poor kids suffer with growing up. Bullying, harassment, even violent hate-crimes, everything Toons face on a regular basis…but worse. Much worse. And all because their parents, who chose love over society, are too different from each other.

And Shiny is a halfie, too. Half-weasel, half-honey badger. So that would mean that Twyla is half-wolf…and half-mink. Kitty glanced at Tom, then realization dawned upon her.

Oh, she thought, he’s a halfie too. They’re fraternal twins. Makes perfect sense.

“Well, Hawkins?”

Kitty snapped back to the present once more and faced Tom. He and Adam both appeared content and laid-back in their postures, but their gazes were solid, unwavering. “You up for a fun day with the girls?” the leader asked, arms crossed.

She knew what he was really asking. Can you do this, Hawkins? Can you make sure they come back to us alive?

It felt like the weight of the entire universe was on her shoulders. This wasn’t just about having fun and bonding with two horror Toon girls who are just simply too precious for this world, but about keeping them safe while in a new state miles away Tom and Adam spent months trying to find, a place to call home.

This was her final test. And this one she could not fail.

Kitty made up her mind, then walked over to the duo. She gently held Echo with one hand and wrapped another around Twyla’s shoulders.

“Can I keep them?” she asked the guys, giving them her best puppy eyes.

“WHAT?!”

“HAWKINS, WHAT THE FU—”

~

And that concludes it! No one is safe from the power of cuteness. Not Shiny, and most certainly not Kitty 🤣 The only question is, who should be next 👀?

Hope you guys enjoy this silly overdue drabble of mine! 😁😊😁    

[marinerainbow]

I'm sorry it's taken me so long to reply to this, but AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH

Thank you SO SO SO SO MUCH FOR THIS!!! You made Shiny absolutely gorgeous!!! And Twyla looks so adorable too! And the little excerpt too!? Oh my gosh. You spoil me 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

Yes, Shiny has decided Twyla is hers and Poppy's now. Not take backsies XD also I like the detail that Shiny and Poppy moved into a nicer house ^^ Shiny's moonshining business and their hard work paid off ^^

There's no way I can top your excerpt, but I have to add a little thing too ^^

I'm sorry I didn't write an excerpt like I promised 😞 I really wanted to! I started! But... Idk. Lately I've been having trouble writing.

But I did want Poppy to bring Twyla in the house. She would have insisted, since Twyla drove her home "Just a cup of tea? Or a muffin? I baked some fresh this morning! They're rhubarb! ^^"

Shiny wouldn't save Twyla. She finds this so cute and amusing XD besides, now she has to know about her wife's little friend! And besides, it's not every day you find another halfie toon... Idk if Twyla would agree, or if she'd insist on getting back home before her brother got worried. Probably the latter 😅 but I hope this tiny imagine made you smile! ^^

How Shiny and Twyla Met

YAAAAAAASSSSSS, I HAVE FINALLY DONE IT!

@marinerainbow, thank you so, so much for letting me draw your OC Shiny! I’m so sorry this took forever; outlining can be so hard 😭😭😭 But it’s worth it! And I had so much fun drawing Shiny! Because she’s a hybrid Toon like the twins, I wanted to give her a blend of weasel and honey badger features. And she’s fun to color! For real, I tested out various shades of copper for her hair, fur, and underbelly. Speaking of which, @lastofautumn, I’m tagging you because I saw your reference and it gave me so much inspiration. In other words, I’m tagging you so you can receive credit! 😁 Fun fact about me, I’m a visual learner 🤣

I also saw in Rainbows’ other posts that she has freckles, so I thought why not? I haven’t drawn freckles before, so I hope they look natural enough 😅

@just-kit-ink, @weaselnerd and @slashingdisneypasta A.K.A. @wicked1will0sparkles I’m tagging you too because I know you guys love Shiny! 💜💜💜

Twisted Twyla Toonz belongs to me

Shiny Weasel belongs to @marinerainbow

Hope you guys don’t mind, I’m writing a short little fic of how these two halfies met 😊

~

It was just about sundown when the two horror Toons left the museum. Twyla’s somber mood had vanished in the last few hours she shared with Poppy, and not a single memory returned to sour the fun day she had. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt truly relaxed while out in public, if she ever felt comfortable at all.

After they left the main entrance doors, Poppy jumped up to give the taller ravenette a big, heartwarming hug. “Thank you so much for spending the day with me! This was so much fun!” she smiled wide, bunny teeth sparkling.

Twyla chuckled, returning the hug. “Yeah, it was.”

The rabbit hopped off and waved. “Anyway, I’m off for a date! I’ll see you later.” She turned on her heel, about to walk across the road.

Twyla rose a brow, calling out, “Wait, whoa, whoa. Where are you going?”

Poppy looked over her shoulder, her face painted with confusion. “I’m…walking home?”

Walking home? The vigilante raised both brows, glancing at the other side of the street. It was a vast, idiosyncratic section located in Uptown Toontown, home to many buildings and businesses alike. Hotels, grocery stores, and bakeries made the upper side look decent, classy and even friendly, but Twyla learned long ago to never judge the streets when the sun sets. And to never walk home alone at night.

She couldn’t shake off the uneasiness and met the lady’s gaze. “You wouldn’t have by any chance walked here to meet me, have you?”

Poppy hesitated for a moment, then answered. “Yes.”

“Absolutely not,” Twyla shook her head firmly and dug into her pocket. “Where’s your crib? I’m driving you home.”

“Huh?” Poppy’s ears perked up, blushing while shaking her head. “Aw, Twyla, that’s very kind of you, but you really don’t have to do that! I can handle walking on my own.”

“I know you can,” the gentle-hearted doe’s smile faltered. Twyla’s smile was sincere, but there was no doubting the concerned worry in the young halfie's eyes. She knelt to the rabbit’s level and gently touched her shoulder, “You’re far more capable than people think, but I haven’t been in Toontown long enough to know the ropes. Plus, you’ve done so much for me today and I want to repay you in any way I can.”

She added, “Besides, I still have time to kill, and I feel like exploring a little longer.”

Poppy knew there was no trace of condescending and Twyla’s response was genuine, but something in her gut told her Twyla was just going to follow her home if she refused. Moony was already a formidable opponent, and she can only imagine what this younger, more agile wolf was capable of. Why did that send a shiver down her spine?

But then, a lightbulb shone above her head. She hid her excitement with a sigh, “OK, you can escort me home.”

Twyla internally sighed in relief. Thank God. She reached behind her and pulled out…a motorcycle helmet? “Good thing I bring helmets just in case. It’s a little small, and Echo needs a new one, but it’ll do.”

She jerked her head, “Let’s go.”

Poppy accepted the helmet offered, even more confused as she followed her companion down the sidewalk. “Thank you, but why do I need a hel…” she trailed off, transfixed. “met?”

What she saw before her was a death machine beyond descriptive power and beauty. Twyla was leaning against a massive motorcycle, specifically accustomed to fit her size and body length. A hybrid bred by some of Harley Davidson’s finest of the 80’s, FLH Electra-Glide Shovelhead and Goth Girl Sportster. Its armor was painted glossy onyx, the gas tank designed with the skull of a ghostly wolf surrounded by beautiful purple roses and leaving the fenders pure jet black. Silver components sparkled like crystals, glimmering brightly against the harsh remnants of the fiery sun and as Poppy continued to observe the vehicle, she noticed something that left her even more awestruck. The brakes were welded with metallic, silvery wolf skulls and eyes of pure, crystalline amethyst.

“Sacré bleu,” Poppy whispered, speechless. “Twyla, it’s so beautiful.”

“Merci,” Twyla smiled and hoisted her leg over the seat with her hands firmly clutched on the handlebars. “Hop in.”

The doe quickly fastened her helmet and sat behind Twyla, clutching her forearms around the taller Toon’s waist. Within a burst of energy, the engine roared and the two horror Toons drove off into the streets of Uptown Toontown.

It was no trouble locating Poppy’s humble abode, to be honest. The address was already memorized, and Twyla was able to identify different addresses thanks to her enhanced vision, but it was really the scent that gave her the most assistance. From within a few miles, she detected the lovely aroma of poppy flowers and couldn’t help but chuckle. Cute.

After an easy ride with no traffic, Twyla parked her bike at the driveway leading to a large, luxurious estate shielded by olive trees and decorated with a canvas of poppy flowers. The house was big enough to fit more than one resident, and the lights were on. Does Poppy have a roommate?

The French doe in question removed the borrowed helmet and hopped off, circling the frontier and gently taking Twyla by the hand. “Thank you for the ride, but I must ask you to stay for a little longer. There’s someone I want you to meet!”

Yep, she’s living with someone, the halfie confirmed and allowed herself to be escorted to the pathway towards the front door. Originally, she would’ve been hesitant to meet new strangers given the many unfortunate encounters she’s experienced. But for some reason, she felt safe and relaxed. Plus, Poppy seemed eager to introduce her, so it couldn’t be bad, right?

Right?

The duo walked even further when Poppy sensed her apprehension and gave her a reassuring pat on the hand, “It’s all right, sweetie. You’ll see! You and my wife have so much in common!”

Twyla’s ears perked, curious. “Wife?”

Just then, the front door opened. Another lady made her presence known.

It was a jill, a female Toon weasel. She stood only a few inches taller than Poppy but carried herself in such grace that models would kill for. Her body was lithe, blessed with womanly curves tracing her physique in flawless ink. The woman’s fur and hair were different shades of copper, but saturating her underbelly and throat was a soft lighter hue. Her dark copper hair was styled into perfection, voluminous curls poised above her shoulders which showed Twyla she took her time working on her good looks.

She was quite a beauty, and her glamour seemed to shine. A myriad of freckles kissed her cheeks and shoulders, scattered like constellations in the night sky and her full lips were painted with ruby red lipstick. And her eyes…were absolutely radiant. Her eyes were two glimmering green garnets, accented with lilac eyeshadow and full lashes that made her eyes shine so brightly it was striking. The outfit she wore spoke volumes; she wore a form-fitting purple high-neck halter dress accentuating her curves perfectly decorated with a beaded rhinestone collar embellished with purple sapphires. Shining pearls pierced her ears, a matching double pearl necklace hung comfortably around her neck, and the purple heels she wore gave her an extra boost in height.

The jill’s eyes met Poppy’s and a warm, wide smile painted her face. “Poppy!” she greeted her wife. Her voice was a soft, breathy cloud laced with raspy, seductive charm that made her sound almost innocent if not for the dangerous lavender-painted claws. She spread her arms wide, and the doe was engulfed in a loving embrace before the two shared a deep, longing kiss.

It was only then did Twyla notice something. First, it was the fragrance. Something sweet surrounded the woman, a lovely floral aroma. The scent lingered on the brunette’s lips where Twyla was focused on. It was earthy and natural, and sweet like honey.

Honey? The younger Toon cocked her head, curious. Weasels don’t particularly like honey, as far as she was concerned. She hasn’t met a lot of weasels, but none of them struck her as the type to prefer nectary culinary delights over rabbit stew. The jill definitely wasn’t wearing any perfume, so why did she smell like honey—Wait.

Her teeth, Twyla remembered. Poppy’s wife had a peculiar set of teeth when she smiled. They weren’t razor-sharp like a weasel’s, and they weren’t yellow. She had small white, pearly fangs. And her ears were small, coated with light copper innards. Toon weasels don’t have those kind of ears. Twyla’s eyes moved forward and stopped at the sight of the lady’s tail. Besides the color and shape of their fangs, there is only one other physical aspect weasels have in common: they have streaks on their tails. She did not.

She had honey, there’s no streak on her tail, and her teeth were too small for a weasel’s. As she analyzed the woman’s appearance, realization dawned upon Twyla. It was as clear as crystal. She is a hybrid Toon. Half-weasel, half-honey badger.

Another halfie, Twyla’s eyes widened, amazed. Just like me.  

The two pulled away from their kiss, their arms still entangled. Poppy’s wife looked over her shoulder and finally noticed there was a guest. Her eyes meet hers…

…and her smile drops.

“Who’s this?” she asked, lazily pointing to her with her slender, pointed nose.

Poppy turned to her wife’s direction and beamed. “Oh! Right, how silly of me.” The doe touched the brunette’s shoulder before she introduced, “Twyla, this is my wife, Shiny. Shiny, this is Twyla Toonz. She’s new here in Toontown!”

The older halfie, Shiny, raised a brow. “A newbie, huh?”

“Yes!” Poppy nodded, standing between the two hybrids while still smiling. “I told her that you both have so much in common, and I thought it would be the perfect opportunity for you two to meet!”

Twyla gulped and waved, “Um, hi?”            

Shiny slowly crossed her arms, never taking her eyes off her. A tense, awkward silence permeated the atmosphere as the smaller hybrid studied her. Her gaze was unwavering, stoic. She’s analyzing me, Twyla realized. It was very rare to come across a fellow Toon hybrid, no matter what generation or class they’re from. It was so rare, it’s almost too good to be true for some halfies.

Which is probably why she doesn’t trust me right now, the horror Toon internally sighed. If that’s the case, I don’t blame her.

Shiny continued to study her with that look on her face. It was starting to make Twyla feel uncomfortable after a few minutes. I should probably apologize and leave now.

She opened her mouth to speak—

And felt Shiny’s delicate, manicured hands gently squishing her face.

“Why are you so cute?”

“Ma’am, please stop.”

~

No one, not even Shiny, is immune to Twyla’s overwhelming cuteness 😂        

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Loki looking at Elemare like

nobody knows who she is

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HOW DOES THIS NOT HAVE MORE NOTES!? THIS IS GORGEOUS!!!!!

nothing like drawing something semi-realistic with limitations for a good challenge

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I've been trying to write an excerpt to go with this, but I haven't been able to write anything related to it 😔 I'm sorry if it looked like I was ignoring this! This is so lovely in both your art style, and the fact that you drew Poppy!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 you're the sweetest, and I wish I could draw something for you!

Since I can't actually write it, I'll give you a little idea of what I wanted to write 😅

Shiny and Poppy do go out together for girls nights, while other nights they'll stay in. This time, Shiny decided it was high time to introduce you and Poppy and had you meet them both at a club. She picked up Poppy, and- something you totally got right; Poppy absolutely brought a book as a way to bond with you ☺️ even though she's always nervous about meeting new people 😆 (she also will just bring a book if she doesn't feel up to dancing with Shiny. The toon gals have grinned at each other from across the club, Poppy holding down the booth and Shiny showing everyone how it's done on the dance floor.)

And although it goes well, Shiny is mean in that she decides you two are ready to be left alone together while she 'does things' (grabs food or drinks, touches up her makeup, whatever). Maybe to you, this isn't mean. But to the poor rabbit who just met you an hour ago, this is cruelty. And that's why she's shaking right next to you 😅 she'd be tugging on her collar and tapping her foot with anxiety, before she pulls out the book she grabbed. It was a book about arachnids, which only made her want to smack herself; she likes spiders, but the majority of the populace doesn't share her fascination 😅 but it's all she can think to do, so she tries to make it work, "S-So... Did- Did you know that jumping spiders are so small, they could wear dew drops like hats? I think it's cute, haha..."

How do you respond? Well, that's up to you ;)

Finally convinced myself to share a drawing and is not even in the best quality. I don't know how to do that. It looks so blurry and pixelated

@marinerainbow, this is the improved version I was telling you about.

I don't have cool OCs like you or @weaselnerd or @shy-nightmare, I just draw myself because I know me best and imagining this stories is a little escape from my boring mundane life. I'm not a Toon; that's how human I could draw myself. I love toons though. I would feel better with them than with people. So this scene is my first time meeting Poppy thanks to Shiny. That awkward moment when a friend leaves you alone with their friend that you don't know at all.

Poppy and Shiny belong to sweet @marinerainbow

I belong to me I guess

xx

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I am frustrated that my campaign is going slowly and I have only been able to raise travel costs for 2 out of 18 family members.

Please help me evacuate my family from Gaza before the fighting resumes.

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So I've been playing The Walking Dead Season 1 by Telltale now. And anyone who knows me or has just glanced at my blog knows I crank out OC's for almost anything I get into.

Has anyone else ever made an OC to ship with Lee? If not, I'm changing 👀

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If you see this, please help by either reblogging or donating. Any little bit can help ❤️🖤🤍💚

I am Alaa Salama , 30 years old, married to Nabila Jabr Salama, 28 years old. I have two children: Muhammad, 7 years old, and Sham, 6 years old.

I have a family that needs healthy food and clean water and I can't find them because of the siege and the closure of the crossings. They suffer from malnutrition, lack of medicine and the spread of skin allergies due to the extreme heat. This is a picture with the rest of my family. The war took all their dreams and ambitions. They were left without education and without shelter. Their fate has become unknown. A picture of them all. Unfortunately, time is not on our side, as the aggression on the Gaza Strip escalates every day. The sounds of explosions get louder the closer they get, and all family members feel terrified, especially the children.

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #339 )✅️

@90-ghost @nabulsi @heritageposts

@turtletoria @valtsv @pcktknife @t-800 @anneemay @annabelle--cane @tamamita @tamarrud @cantsayidont @paper-mario-wiki @papabay @papasmoke @4ft10tvlandfangirl @punkitt-is-here @komsomolka @komanda @aristotels @aria-ashryver @aces-to-apples @appsa @sabertoothwalrus @saberkane @prinnay @pregnantseinfeld @biggest-gaudiest-patronuses @bigandgreed

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Those of you who see this, please help by reblogging or donating. Any little bit can help!

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #329 )✅️

Urgent Appeal: Help My Family Before the New Year

My name is Ahmed, and I am asking for your help. My family – my parents, brothers, and sons – are in a desperate situation after our home was destroyed in an airstrike in Gaza. We are now sheltering in a flimsy tent, exposed to the cold and rain, with no food, clothing, or shelter to survive the coming days.

My sister-in-law is nine months pregnant and is severely malnourished and anemic. She is weak and vulnerable, and we have nothing to prepare for the baby due in a few days.

We urgently need to raise $15,000 by the beginning of the new year to provide us with the basics: food, warmth, and a safe place to stay.

Your support, no matter how small, can make a life-changing difference. Together, you can help my family and start the new year with hope and dignity.

To donate:

Your kindness today may bring us safety, warmth, and a chance to heal.

[marinerainbow]

Those who see this, please help by reblogging or donating. Any little bit helps! 🙏

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #438 )✅️

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Ok I had no idea who this guy is

So I googled him... I was not at all disappointed. Would smash.

hear me out wheel

step 1: spin the wheel step 2:

i left out a LOT of characters i found way too conveniently attractive on this one. have fun

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Please I beg you to help my father to have an operation he needs medicines and doses that cost 55€ every day, you are my father's last hope please don't ignore me😭

The last donation was a while ago💔

verified by: @gaza-evacuation-funds

I'm truly sorry 😥 I hope you and your father will get the help you need.

To those who see this, please help by reblogging or donating. Anything can help! ❤️🖤💚🤍

[marinerainbow]

I am frustrated that my campaign is going slowly and I have only been able to raise travel costs for 2 out of 18 family members.

Please help me evacuate my family from Gaza before the fighting resumes.

[marinerainbow]

Dude this looks so much like the reference, I thought it was the actual OG picture before I clicked under the cut 🤯

Did you guys know that if I actually sit down for an hour or two, I can cook. Reference under cut

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🚨‼️ Please do not bypass this message‼️🚨

Hello, friends,

I am Mohammed,

A Palestinian from Gaza 🍉🇵🇸

I lost my mother and many of my family members in this war, and the occupation has arrested my father. Only my little brother and I remain, and I need your help through the link to my campaign:

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‎��https://gofund.me/9d78b9d5

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Every small donation will help us survive this situation 🥺❤️‍🩹

Please visit the link, donate, or share the message 🙏🫶

The full story is here:

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https://www.tumblr.com/mohbatniji/769052931568943104/my-name-is-mohammed-a-young-palestinian-from

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Thank you for reading these painful words ❤️‍🩹🙏

🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂 I can't imagine what this must be like for you and your brother. I wish I could just take you guys away from this horrible war.

For those who see this, please help by reblogging or donating. Any little bit can help! ❤️💚🖤🤍

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Hi, I hope you're doing well and I am sorry in advance if I sent you this message before. We are very close to the goal and I really need your help. I'm writing to you with a heavy heart and an urgent request for help. My family is in a very danger situation due to the ongoing war, and I've launched a GoFundMe campaign to save them. Could you please rebblog my campaign post from my profile?🙏 Feel free to share it in any other social media platform if you would like. Our campaign has been verified ⭐️ by operation olive branch, and is entry number 26 on their spreadsheet. Also with ⭐️ Project watermelon,line 249/(212) on their spreadsheet. From the bottom of my heart I want to thank you in advance for all of your support and kindness.

😥😥😥😥 I'm truly sorry that you and your family is suffering.

Anyone who sees this, please help by reblogging or donating. Any little bit can help!