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Caged Again | S01E07

Thai Drama - 2024, 12 Episodes

Native Title:#Caged Again the Series

Genres: #LGBTQ+ | #Youth

Tags: #Student Male Lead | #Animal Transformation

Cast:#Ben Benjamin | #Jay Sorathon | #Jaonine Jiraphat | #Nokia Chinnawat | #Jeng Chotipat

Links:GAGA | Viki | YouTube | iQIYI | WeTV | Youku | Tencent

Catalog: Episode GIF sets | Thai BL | Thai Drama

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Lovely Fur is getting some love tonight, which is absolutely delightful, because I'm pretty sure it's my very favorite thing I've ever written.

Such Lovely Fur

Chapter 4

[Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3]

I go on alone.

The passage through the mountain winds and branches, confirming my suspicions of a labyrinth. The light from the entrance persists for a time, longer than it would before my eyes were changed, but soon I am enveloped in pitch darkness. I am guided only by the faint sounds of the space, the subtle smells and whispers of breeze.

I make my way ever forward and ever higher until I discover the faintest light once more. The walls become carved in sharper lines and I begin to pass sconces bearing torches with a strange blue fire that gives off no heat. Eventually the stone walls give way to ice. As I proceed, the temperature drops. The chill of this place penetrates even my thick fur coat and my breath comes out in great clouds.

The further I go, the smoother and more ornate the walls become until I find myself wandering a grand palatial space. It is unnervingly empty, the study paws of my feet barely make a sound, but my footsteps still echo ominously.

That is until I hear the music. The music is somehow worse. It means someone is here. This horrible frozen palace is someone's home.

It is true that I have spent the past few days cavorting with a demon, but Rook was a physical presence, something I could relate to. This place is saturated in some primal elemental power that I cannot fathom.

The music grows ever louder as I make my way higher, drawing me ever closer to my goal. I know that when I find the source of the music, I will find my betrothed.

I finally reach a grand hall, grander than any I have passed yet. Every surface of the ice is carved in exquisitely fine details. The music emanates from a pair of mighty doors at the end of the hall.

As I walk, I suddenly spy a figure out of the corner of my eye. I am so on edge that I leap back in animal fright, laying my ears back and fluffing the fur on my tail. My reflection responded in kind.

What I mistook for another parallel hallway is actually a mirror… or at least a sheet of ice polished mirror smooth.

I am somewhat embarrassed to admit that I have been frightened by my own reflection, but in my defense, I have not seen myself since my transformation.

I stare at the thing that I have become.

I had at least some idea of the fur and the paws and the tail, but Rook's final gift comes as a shock. My face is still generally my own, but the leopard features are unmistakable. My eyes are the color of polished gold, with the irises covering most of the visible surface. My nose has flattened and the tip has darkened. Feline ears poke out from snarled hair that has become the same silver grey color as the rest of my. I bare my teeth and find that my canines are larger than I initially thought.

I have become a beast, more animal than human.

Resolute, I walk to the doors and through the translucent ice, I can make out dim figures moving in time with it.

I take a breath and push them open to reveal a grand ballroom. The space is impossibly cavernous, larger and more extravagant than any room in the manors of any of the merchant princes in my home country. The space is filled with hundreds of dancers garbed in finery from every conceivable culture, from far distant lands and ages long forgotten. Each one of them is more beautiful than the last. The court of the Lady of Winter. Her collection.

All of them have a strange bluish cast to their skin and frost rims the edges of their clothes. Upon my entrance, the nearest dancers fall impossibly still to stare unblinking at me with impassive expressions. The stillness spreads out from me like a ripple in water and the music fades away.

The room is absolutely silent, I am distressed to discover that the only sound is my own heartbeat. Terror siezes me as some mysterious animal instinct tells me that these people do not smell alive. Nor do they smell quite dead. They are frozen, kept animated and eternally beautiful by the everpresent unfathomable power of this place.

I hear another sound, a slow heartbeat at the far end of the chamber.

I take a step forward and the crowd parts. They all stare at me. They stare at my torn and filthy clothes. They stare at my fur and my tail and my ears and my eyes.

I want to run. I want to flee this horrible place.

I take another step forward and another and another until I finally reach a raised dais.

A woman sits on a grand throne of ice that gleams iridescently behind her. Her skin is impossibly pale and perfectly smooth as if she were carved of ice herself. Her hair is white as snow and her eyes are the color of the pale blue ice around us. A crown sits atop her head, gleaming silver and studded with diamonds. Her dress is some sort of silvery silk, shining impossibly like a mirror made into fabric.

I have heard tales of her. All children have. Be good or the Lady of Winter will come for you in the night. In some versions of the tales she is a witch who gained the secret of immorality. In others she is a spirit made flesh, a physical manifestation of winter itself. She is a collector of souls, stealing people away from their homes and bringing them here.

I am so terrified by her presence that I only belatedly notice the figure seated at her side.

My betrothed is clothed in the very same regalia he wore on the celebration on the eve of what was meant to be our wedding. His heart beats so slowly in his chest and his eyes are glazed over, surely in the process of being frozen like the rest of the people here.

He blinks and some of the fog lifts from his eyes. He stares at me for a long while before recognition finally sets in.

“Astra?” he gasps. “What happened to you?”

I should be relieved that he recognizes me, but terror and doubt and uncertainty eat away at me.

“I came to rescue you,” I confess. “Along the way I met a demon. In exchange for her freedom she granted me gifts to not only help me survive but to reach you.”

His eyes widen in horror.

“You did this to yourself?” he asks. “You made yourself into a monster?”

A monster?

My doubts and fears crystalize in my belly. A wave of despair floods through me, but to my surprise it is followed by a wave of hot anger. Rook has given me incredible gifts, they are unorthodox certainly, but they are beautiful.

“Is that how you see me?” I snarl. “A monster? I did this to save you!”

He recoils at the heat in my voice. He opens his mouth, but the Lady of Winter silences him with a raised finger.

“It seems you have a choice, my pet,” she says, her voice resonating unnaturally from the very walls. “Remain here, unchanged and beautiful for eternity, or return home with your fiancee and the knowledge of what she has done to herself.”

He casts her a wild desperate look.

“You would simply let me go?” he asks.

“There are powers in this world great enough to challenge mine,” she replies. “This one has shown great devotion in making the treacherous journey here. If it is indeed true love that drives her, I dare not go against it.”

He looks back to me.

“Astra,” he pleads. “Tell me there is a way to break your curse. We can return home, we can have the life we were meant to have.”

A curse?

“This… this is not a curse,” I gasp. “It is a gift.”

“Astra,” he pleads. “A demon has addled your mind. You have dabbled in magic. If we return and you stay as you are, there will be no place for you in civilized society.”

His words hit me like a hammer

He truly cannot see the gift that has been given to me, can he?

He asks me to change for him?

What is it that your heart desires?

Rook's gifts, the changes I have wrought upon myself, they were not for him. They were never for him.

They were for me. Rook has granted me freedom. She saw through to the heart of me. She saw the truth in me that I could never acknowledge.

I have been a fool.

“No,” I say.

“No?” he replies, aghast.

“No,” I repeat. “I will not change myself for you. Not any more. I do not care if you leave this place or not, but I will not marry you. I have seen too much, experienced too much. I will not go back. I cannot go back.”

I turn to the Lady of Winter and bob a quick curtsey. I do not know how far her hospitality and tolerance for my presence in her court will last. I turn and walk away from them. It takes all my willpower to not break into a run until I am well and truly away from the ballroom.

But once I do start running, I cannot stop. I run and I sprint and I fall to all fours and lope easily down the twisting paths. I need to be out of here. I need to be away. I need… I need…

I retrace my steps through the maze of frozen stone until finally I step into the sunlight and breathe in the cold mountain air.

The world is alive. I am alive.

I survey the landscape beyond the cliff. Somewhere out in that rough craggy terrain is Rook. I need to find her. I cannot rest until-

“Forget something?”

The voice behind me makes me jump, which in turn produces a familiar snicker. There, lounging on an outcropping above the passage is Rook.

“I can't help but notice that you're alone, little cat,” she says.

“He didn't want me, not like this.”

“His loss,” she scoffs.

I do not fully know why, but the words make my heart flutter.

“It is probably for the best,” I admit. “I cannot go back to my old life… and there is something else.”

She sits upright and cocks her head at me curiously.

“A demon stole my heart,” I confess.

She stiffens and very real jealousy plays across her face. Her reaction is enough to summon forth a mirthful giggle from within me. She hisses and hurls a clod of snow at me before hopping off her perch and standing before me.

“It's me, right?” she demands. “Because if I need to go murder somebody-”

“It is you,” I laugh.

Before she can respond, I grab her shoulders and pull her to my level. The kiss is wild and frantic and not at all proper for a lady of my station.

But I am no longer a lady, am I? I have become something else entirely. I do not know what I am yet, but I intend to find out.

She makes a soft self satisfied moan against my lips and her sharp teeth nip at me. She pulls me close and spins us around, pressing my back into the stone of the cliff. I gasp in surprise, which only goads her more. I melt into her attentions and forget myself

I only pull away reluctantly. Her eyes open and she gazes hungrily at my lips. She wants more. She wants so much more.

I want so much more.

“Please,” I gasp. “I want this… just not… here.”

She glances upwards towards the peak of the mountain.

“That's fair,” she admits. “Where would you like to go, little cat?”

“Anywhere,” I respond. “Everywhere.”

[phoenixyfriend]

Saw this post about Sabrina the Teenage Witch, and:

I think we need to turn Vader into a cat that, for reasons, is stuck with Leia Maybe before Alderaan explodes

@professorsparklepants: SCREAMING Leia, day 1: I hate this man and everything he stands for but I can't kill a cat. Like come on. Leia day 100: (with Cat Vader standing on her shoulders) I hate this man and everything he stands for

I can't decide how many of his limbs are still mechanical. I know it's at least one (the one Dooku cut off). Tiny kitty prostheses.

I do know he's a little bit blind (not fully, but idk kitty cataracts to parallel whatever burning alive did to his corneas), and at some point starts 'grooming' her by licking at her hair and she hates it but also laughs at him, meanly, because he hates the fact that he was too distracted to stop himself from trying to groom her like an actual cat.

He can talk, but he has Anakin Voice.

Which freaks Leia out a bit because she didn't expect him to sound so… normal.

[lovinglonerhybrid]

I need megatron to somehow get turned into one of those like 30 pound Maine coon cats. Then because the decepticons are in disarray he gets dropped into the middle of the desert. witch ends up working out because one Jack Darby is driving along at the right time and sees kitty megs and is like I can’t just leave this cat here so he stuffs kitty megs into his back pack and brings him to the autobot base. I need megatron trapped in this two small organic body to be absolutely terrified of all the bots but Optimus. The kids find this funny. Miko has named the cat Meg because they all think megatron is a girl (he won’t let anyone check under there). Agent Fowler has now had to label certain aspects of the autobots spending money as cat supplies. Megatron is slowly turned into a happy purring cat who lounges on Optimus windshield and purrs along with his spark rhythm. The decepticons implode.

[chubunited]

My fate has been.... sealed.....

[thisiswhereikeepdcthings]

Have some more Batfam fics but make it all animal transformations (not shifter AUs; all magic or otherwise):

bruce's villain origin story by InkpotSprite 5.7k words

This is Our Get Along Spell by goldenraeofsun 10k words

Hell of a Silver Lining by ilovelocust 8k words

Everybody Wants To Be A Cat by Speechless_since_1998 2.2k words

In Case of Catastrophe by swampbebe 8.7k words

New Age Furry Therapy by LostinMomentum 18k words

dick's unconventional vacation by InkpotSprite 2.8k words

DUCK! by Cant_Smoke_Eggs 5.1k words

a total cat-astrophe by Fluffypanda 4.2k words (Billy Batson my baby!)

the red hood is not a floof by InkpotSprite 4.5k words

William Shakespurr by SalParadiseLost 5k words

I'd Never Declaw You, Brother by forgetmenotjimmy 4.7k words

So You Better Run by Cryptoad 17k words

Do Cats Eat Bats? by dod_izzy 17k words

With the Animals by strikeyourcolors 1.8k words

The harrowing criminal cases of Drake Tim: Ducktective by Carabesh 2.8k words

The Whiskers File by timbitsandpieces 10k words

A Pawsitively Meowvelous Day by Marzue 6.2k words

[sarifel-corrisafid-ilxhel]

Animorphs Cover Image WIP

Had an idea this morning that basically started with the question "How do I do an Animorphs cover with two people?"

I'm not done yet, but I really like how it's going so far. I'm trying to figure out what kind of story it would go with - obviously it'd be one with two narrators. Maybe a spy mission at a golf course where they get split up?

[sfde8871]

unspecified non-human growth hormone. unregulated. some side effects. worth it.

[the-shotce-newsletter]

Originally one of two doodles inspired by Gummichii’s fic Hypothermic Heartaches, I decided to make a bunny!Soap instead of Soap discovering Ghost’s ‘secret’ when I ran out of time.

Thank you @peachflavouredicetea for finding the fic for me!!

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Caged Again | S01E05

Thai Drama - 2024, 12 Episodes

Native Title:#Caged Again the Series

Genres: #LGBTQ+ | #Youth

Tags: #Student Male Lead | #Animal Transformation

Cast:#Ben Benjamin | #Jay Sorathon | #Jaonine Jiraphat | #Nokia Chinnawat | #Jeng Chotipat

Links:GAGA | Viki | YouTube | iQIYI | WeTV | Youku | Tencent

Catalog: Episode GIF sets | Thai BL | Thai Drama

That cats out of the bag (well black panther) and the boys after watching our loved-up couple kiss a few times, try the same. Now, they better be nice people and at the end just adopt the kids. :D

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 133

"YENNEFER!" Jaskier screams, banging his fist on the door. "Yennefer, Please! I need help!" The door opens and shows a very disgruntled sorceress, clearly having just woken up. "Do you have any idea what time it is?" "Geralt got cursed on a hunt!" "Of course he did.. What happened?" "WATCH OUT, GERALT!" "Jaskier, get back!" The witcher hisses. The sorcerer/creature/being??? they were- Well, Geralt was fighting. Then with a chant in a dead language and a wiggle of their fingers, a blast of magic was being shot at Jaskier, presumably for making a scene. Geralt had shoved Jaskier out of the way, and the spell hit Geralt in the chest. His veins glowed for a moment before with a zap, he transformed. "And where is he now?" Yennefer asks. "He's right here!" And Jaskier gestured to a rabbit in his arms. A rabbit with yellow, slitted eyes.

[thelastmesmerist]

Kitty Hypnotized with a Cat Toy

While already hypnotized to think she's a cat, I hypnotize her again with a cat toy!

[snowzapped]

Shut up, Jay. I'll antagonize whoever I want!

JayTim Week 2023 Day 2: Magical Mishap

I am so happy to have drawn one very unimpressed Drake duck. XD

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[generalkiira]

colorful doodles

[mothfables]

Rabbit in a Wolf Den

The Chain are all turned into wolves- all of them except Legend, who’s a rabbit. This, understandably, causes issues.

This was, Legend thought, the worst possible scenario.

He’d jolted awake in incredible pain. After laying there for a few minutes doing his best to breathe through it, he managed to gather the strength to look around. He appeared to still be on the path they’d been walking down before... whatever happened happened. But... something wasn’t right. Legend shifted slightly, hissing at the bright sparks of pain it caused, and took a closer look at his surroundings.

With a start he realized everything was bigger than he remembered. Dread began to build as he scrambled upright- or tried to.

Legend’s breath quickened as he glanced down at his feet. Only, they weren’t feet, but paws. Small, delicate, fluffy pink paws. His ears, long and floppy, pressed against his head as he began to tremble. This was not good. They weren’t in the Dark World, so how had he been transformed? Had he been the only one to get hit by- by whatever it was? Where were his brothers?

The dread was building into a wave. Really, the only way this could get worse was-

The sound of shuffling and confused whines had him freezing in place.

Goddesses but he didn’t want to turn around. He had to know, though, so he could determine if whatever was making those noises was a threat or not. And what happened to his brothers. Because there was no way he wasn’t the only one affected.

Swallowing hard, Legend slowly turned to look. The sight that met his eyes had him wishing he hadn’t looked at all- or even better, not woken in the first place.

Lying scattered on the road around him were wolves. And they were moving. Stretching, stumbling awkwardly to their paws, glancing around in confusion- just like Legend had been, but he refused to entertain that thought when his instincts were screaming.

‘Run run hide stay still where are my brothers don’t move what happened stay still stay still stay still-’

Then one of the wolves glanced over and it’s gaze locked on to him. Legend very carefully did not move.

It’s head tilted in confusion and it sniffed the air before it’s tail began to wag. It let out a yip, gaining the attention of several of the others. In the back of his mind, Legend noted severe scarring along it’s face and side. Then he quickly discarded the observation because there were suddenly wolves surrounding him, getting closer, their mouths were opening and oh goddesses those teeth looked sharp-

He bolted.

There was a flurry of surprised yips that quickly turned into excited barks and the wolves gave chase. Paws pounded the earth as Legend dodged and flailed to avoid snapping jaws. It was no use. They had him surrounded.

That led to where he was now — crouched in the middle of the path, surrounded by no less than four wolves as he trembled and shook with terror.

Teeth flashed and he shrieked, curling up as tight as he could in an effort to avoid being bitten.

A sudden snarl had him curling even tighter.

Confused whines interspersed with growls and barks sounded before they were suddenly muffled by an enveloping warmth and soft pressure all around him. Another whine made him shiver and cringe away only to be met with a mass of something soft. Blinking open his eyes in surprise, Legend found himself facing a wall of tawny fur.

It moved, brushing against his nose, at the same time a wuff sounded from above him. He froze again. It moved again, slow and repetitive. ‘It’s breathing,’ Legend realized. He waited, tense, but nothing else happened.

...Whatever it was didn’t appear to want to eat him, at least. He tentatively pressed closer, pressing his nose into the tawny fluff and snuffling at the scent there.

The smell of wood and faint feathers mixed with a familiar perfume met his nose. ‘...Sun’s perfume? But that’s only on Sky’s sailcloth... What’s going on?’

The padding of paws accompanied by the gentle clinking of a chain had Legend’s ears pricking to attention. He only knew of one wolf who wore a chain... Could it be? There was another quiet wuff and soft whines before something settled down nearby- or rather, behind him from where he was practically nestled into whatever creature it was that smelled like Sky.

Well, nothing had happened to him so far. Might as well see what maybe-Wolfie wanted, right?

Legend took a deep breath, gathered the tattered remains of his courage, and turned around.