#but yeah i was like just drawing him in cat ears normally but then i realized he would do everything in his power to embarrass

[bmpmp3]

i understand the truth now. you need to put that forty something year old man in cat ears

[hamsternamedmarinette]

Realcat!plagg AU idea except I don't have the energy to draw a comic of it so you have to read a wall of text instead.

There is still magic and there are still kwamis. Kwamis can take a variety of forms. Tikki prefers to stay in the regular little sprite form we're familiar with on the show. Marinette gets her miraculous the same way she does in canon. Nothing on Marinette or Tikki's end deviates from canon, actually.

Adrien, on the other hand, gets his miraculous after a ratchet stray black cat wanders into his room carrying a strange jewelry box. He's mainly concerned with trying to get this cat out of his room without his father noticing, but after a while of trying and failing to capture it, he resigns himself to fiddling with the jewelry box and the ring inside of it. He discovers by accident that it's a magic ring that gives him superpowers. He forgets about the cat in his room (which is no longer in his room but in his ring) and goes off galavanting as a superhero the way he does in canon.

He's smart enough to deduce that the ring and his new fugly little cat are connected (since the ring gives him a black cat persona), but he has no reason not to think that the cat, now named Plagg (after the sound of him throwing up a hairball as per @buggachat 's comic, but also happening to be Plagg's actual real name, which Plagg finds hilarious but is also a little offended by) is anything other than a normal but very shady cat. Yeah, he's somehow connected to this magic ring, but he's just a normal, lazy cat who does normal, destructive cat things and shows no signs of higher intelligence. Adrien's conclusion is that as a counterbalance to becoming a superhero, he also now has to take care of this weird fleabag as a way to keep him humble. But he doesn't mind after a while.

Ladybug and Cat Noir don't talk about their kwamis that much at first. They're still getting the hang of the superhero thing and figuring out what's safe for them to talk about. But slowly they get more comfortable talking about different things, and that's when Cat Noir brings up the origins of their powers.

"So what happened when you got your miraculous? Was it just one ladybug bringing you your earrings, or like a whole swarm?"

"...What? It was my kwami."

"Your what?"

Adrien goes home that night and immediately demands answers from his cat. Plagg gaslights him for a while by remaining a normal, oblivious cat. Adrien eventually falters, thinking he's losing his mind, and ceases throwing accusations at his cat. And it is at this point that Plagg finishes the bit, finally transforms into his canon kwami form, and laughs at Adrien, who is screaming

[starrgazed22]

THE OFFICE'S HALLOWEEN

Jim Halpert x gn!Reader, but Pam and Dwight are also in this. :) Word count: around 600 Summary: Reader needs to quickly think of a Halloween costume to not get K.O.'d by Dwight's ego. Author's note: I became obsessed with X-men again after seeing Deadpool & Wolverine and I've got this idea! Enjoy!

As you step into the office, a sinking feeling hits you like a ton of bricks. The atmosphere is different today, buzzing with an excitement you can't quite place—until you look around. Every single person is in a costume. Pam at the reception, with her whiskers carefully drawn on and a headband with perky cat ears, looks up at you and offers a soft smile. Across the room, Kevin stands proudly in a superhero costume that’s almost comically tight, and, unsurprisingly, Angela is also in a cat costume… and Phyllis too.

You freeze for a moment, dread creeping up your spine. Halloween. How could you forget?

You walk to the reception, greeting Pam. Then, like a scene from a horror movie, you catch sight of Dwight. He’s sitting there, shrouded in a long black hooded robe, his eyes piercing you.

“You’re late…” Dwight announces, his voice dripping with ominous intent, clearly trying to stay in character.

“Yeah… there was crazy traffic down there,” you respond, scrambling for an excuse.

He inhales deeply, then lets out a dramatic sigh, clearly enjoying his role a little too much. “What are you supposed to be?” His tone suggests he’s already anticipating your failure.

Your mind races. You can’t let him know you forgot it was Halloween. That would be handing him a victory in whatever unspoken battle the two of you are constantly fighting... sometimes three of you, when Jim joins.

You need to think of something fast. Something that’ll completely throw him off.

You got it.

Dwight opens his mouth to speak again, ready to announce your defeat. “I could’ve—” he starts.

You cut him off, smoothly drawing your index and middle finger up against your temple and squinting your eyes in concentration. “—thought so…” you finish his sentence, trying to mimic the deep, contemplative voice of someone who’s just accessed the hidden corners of their mind.

Dwight’s expression falters for a second, his usual expression of suspicion giving way to genuine shock.

“I am Professor X, Charles Xavier,”you declare, trying to sound as confident as possible.

He snorts, immediately slipping back into his usual skepticism. “No you’re not. He’s bald.”

You roll your eyes. “Jesus, just imagine him young!”

“He was always bald, because of his mutation, dumbass,” Dwight snaps back, and you can tell he’s savoring this moment.

You lean in closer to Pam and whisper, “What a nerd.”

Pam stifles a laugh, as she watches you stroll to your desk, which, unfortunately, is directly across from Dwight’s.

“And you are?” you ask, gesturing to his dark, ominous ensemble.

“I am a Sith Lord,” he declares, his voice dripping with melodrama as he pulls back his hood slightly, revealing his intense, steely gaze.

You tilt your head and smirk. “Oh really? I thought you were having an identity crisis. No offense.”

Dwight opens his mouth, ready to retaliate, but he’s suddenly distracted by the sight of Jim walking in through the door. Jim is wearing his usual attire, except for three black circles taped to his shirt.

Dwight is done. “And you are supposed to be?”

Jim glances down at his shirt, then back up at Dwight with a grin. “Three punch holes, Dwight. Normally I’m just Jim. Today, I’m three-punch-hole Jim.”

Dwight stares at him, annoyed that no one seems to take Halloween seriously here. “You’re both so boring. Seriously, you’re made for each other,” he mutters, shaking his head as if the sheer absurdity of it all is too much for him to process.

Jim gives you a look, clearly remarking the last sentence Dwight said. You can’t help but blush slightly. Suddenly Dwight storms off in disgust, robe billowing behind him like a dark, disgruntled shadow, making you, Jim and Pam laugh uncontrollably.

In this bizarre office, it’s the small victories that matter, and you and Jim know you’ve just won this round without even trying.

Another author’s note: I know Professor X as James McAvoy had hair in the films, but they only know the X-Men with Stewart + I read somewhere that in the comics he didn’t have hair at all so Dwight may be right. :D

[ibuks]

❕ hi so i made grown-up/older designs of some. ig lesser talked about gravity falls characters LOL

oh yeah the two new cool rockers in the falls… toby has finally become who he was always destined to be: BODACIOUS T.! and gideon.. hes having fun. hes kinda growing out of the dyeing his hair white phase but he still cant fully let go

i think it was obvious mermando would turn out to be the buff merman rapunzel, meanwhile lazy susan rediscovered her love for cats!! the earrings are from the flashback of her and the pearl necklace from the stan date scene… also mabel gave her cute socks

i felt like these two were def important to show as well. although i also just really love fidds and wanted to draw him LOL<3 he often gets visits from friends and family in his new big mansion. hell yeah robot arm. and tate is having fun spreading his sea and ocean knowledge

the unspoken ship that nobody mentions but we all can see… your honour i love them and muscular tyler goes kinda hard. btw mind his shorts

i know theres sometimes discourse about whether their relationship is really healthy bc mabel highkey forced them yada yada but i think bc theyre so made for each other that they probably ended up actually falling in love. I mean tambry valentino sounds so cool hello??

i had to include them!!! 😭😭 theres not much i could think of because i think theyd just continue their lives like normal over the years and have lots of fun. they are already perfect

dude i made soos so cute. melody fully moved to gravity falls and abuelita lives with them of course. she has lots of fun with the two twins when the couple is at work. oh soos youre such a great……family guy

🍂 i really love all of GF’s characters and felt the need to give some of them their own little future designs because theres so many gorgeous ones of mabel and dipper etc and so little of the others!! (no shade there i just love these characters 🫰（╹◡╹）)

[hermesserpent-stuff]

tw: temp. character death.

wrote a little bit ahead for caged spade. logan shows up and remy has a bad time

Remy winces as Creed shoves him into a cabinet and snaps his teeth. He cannot hear him as Creed says something.  The blaring alarms keep Remy's ears ringing, blocking out all other sounds.  Worry smashes with rage like angry waves on the ocean in a storm, all leaking from creeds side of the mental link. He tries to get out and is shoved harshly back with a flash of  teeth. He bangs his head harshly, making the world spin. He silently nods as the world blurs under red flashing lights that mess with his vision so horridly. Remy curls into a ball. Creed starts to close the door and is tackled to the side when it is just a crack.

Remy tries to move forwards to help fight against the short black-haired man who has tackled Creed.

Then …

The link goes dead.

Not like a light turning off, or like an eye closing.

No.

Like a car screeching to a stop, with plums of smoke flying out behind. 

Like a volcano that has sputtered out. 

Creed is gone.

Creed is gone!

Dead!!

All those emotions that had been right there, lapping at Remy through the link and helping keep him sane are gone. Horridly gone. 

He screams.

He blows up the cabinet and kneels in the rubble gasping loudly. Fushia arcs around him and he grabs onto something, anything, to charge. He grabs a chair and flings it at his feral’s killer whose eyes are wide. His shields are gone. Hatred, fear, and sorrow smashing through him and out, a flood no longer held back by a dam. He sees the short black-haired man shake with the power of Remy’s emotions

Good. Let this man who decided to kill Creed feel the impact of his decision. The man struggles to his feet and slowly steps forwards shaking violently. The man steps over Creed’s body, which is just lying there. Like his cats had laid there after trusting him so and then he had killed them. 

Oh God.

“Kid, I need you to breathe-”

Remy snarls as tears mix into his blurry vision, scooping up shrapnel. He stands up and fights, cutting off the man's words with huge explosions. Each bit of shrapnel is so much more charged than he normally would let it be, his fingers stinging with burns. He shrieks and roars, running out of shrapnel. He begins flinging everything he hand get his hands on. 

Chairs, pens, paper. 

Everything

The stranger cuts through every thing and is coming closer!! Panic swells and Remy shoves out his emotions seeking out any remaining shields and breaking them violently. The man grips his head and Gambit throws him back with a huge explosion. His hands burn. Gambit can feel his eyes burning with light. He howls and surges forward, punching, kicking, lighting up the short stranger’s clothing. 

He sobs between screams. The man tries to grab him, but Gambit is quicker and angrier. 

Then he is grabbed from behind, turned, and pinned down. Teeth nip his neck and he stills at the familiar weight and feeling of teeth. He blinks.

Creed?

Gambir gasps and sobs.

“Mo-mon- minou?”

“Yeah, it's me, kitten.”

Remy sobs and throws his arms around Creed, hugging him tightly and yanking his empath powers in just focus on Creed. Remy runs his fingers over Creed grabbing and holding him. He lets his empathy wrap around Creed, the link snapping back into place easily and completely letting Remy mentally feel that Creed is there. 

He whimpers and grips tight.

“You died! You died… oh God you died inside my head and heart and-”

“I know. I know. I'm sorry. It doesn't stick on me, Kitten. It is already all healed up.”

Creed reassures, drawing him to his chest. Remy senses curiosity and anger coming closer and tenses violently; it must be the stranger. 

He is going to kill Creed again!!

“Back the f*ck up you connard! You not gonna kill him again.”

He snarls as he turns his head and flashes his teeth. Creed growls and steps back, curling around Remy tightly. 

“Runt. Back off. You're not gettin’ another lucky shot.”

Creed growls.

“Drop the kit Creed.”

“No.”

“Back off tataille! Imma blow out your eyes if’n you don't back off!”

Remy reaches into Creed’s coat, pulling out the deck of cards hidden there and lighting them up. Desperation and terror wrack his voice. The man stills and then Remy flings the card anyways. It hits square between his eyes. 

“Run. Please run.”

Remy begs Creed and the feral is suddenly bolting. The whole facility is now in chaos with mutants and guards everywhere. There is screaming, alarms, powers, and flashing lights around every turn.

[furrysmp]

decided to go sunbringer designs for once. I have so many words oh my god

so. uh,

I am so normal about sunbringer joel smallishbeans so normal I swear. he's planning to throw the o from his name at scott btw.

... he and scar are related but I'm not explaining further until the actual fic about it comes out because there's so much plot significance in the smallishbeans.

... grian. has a book. that he borrowed from the Library. it's very relevant I swear the concept of the library is a plot point.

Also grians eyes are technically green! With a bit of purple and just. a layer of Dark over them to make them less neon green. its not in his genetics to have neon eyes. unlike scar and I swear their eye colors are relevant but like in a weird queerplatonic scarian dl based bit in the grian chapter of the fic

Mumbo is a long cat and being held by me specifically those hands are how I draw my mc skin. I wanted to draw him as this meme since 2021 but he's very hard for me to draw so I took the one time I'll ever draw him and did this.

Jimmy is. a creature. that has bird features but also cod features bc again half of the plot of sunbringer is based on empires 1. Also the bird he's holding is singing. And joel is stealing the song bc he has music type magic.

Scott! Is the one guy I can talk about! Because he already appeared in the fic. He's part ender dragon and like. a child of stars? I have a lot of times I drew him before I think but idk how much of it I uploaded before so yeah. Please ask me about sunbringer scott smajor he's one of the only ones I can talk about and he has so much lore going for him he's so dear to me

impulse is. technically part ender dragon too? the specifics will be explained in his chapter of yhiwu (alongside. a lot of magic lore. like a lot. I have half that speech written already it's basically looking the empires fic in the eyes and going "fight me uwu")

And because impulse is aligned to shadows skizz gets to be some form of light dragon descendant? Like light isn't directly an element in the magic of this universe but it does have an equivalent in the element of Life, which connects to truth and love, whereas shadows and theatrics (and storytelling in general) is always aligned to whatever element is considered dark; in this magic system, being Void.

Tango is looking up at mumbo. thats all. I don't have a lot of notes because my tango is just a little guy.

(Etho is checking smth on his smartwatch and also doing his best to ignore bdubs rn bc bdubs is in his villain arc/hj)

... ngl the only note I have on the bdubs design is that it's accidentally inspired by my human design for the main character in the show I'm writing. Bracelets and sparkly eyes and a t-shirt and. Crimes.

also not much on the cleo design she was just fun to draw but the implications of her existence are spoilers and also not really visually indicative bc idk what a "zombie hybrid" would look like so she just looks. funky. her background is all stitched together btw I finally had a use for the dashed lines brush :D

martyn and ren are. BIG spoilers. But only to like chapter 5 of the current fic. I will say I highly enjoy their existence tho. Also my ren designs always have hawaiian patterned shirts its a personality trait he seems to possess. Also his glasses are like. a hologram? bc his ears are Dog so he cant have normal glasses w like. the things that go behind ur ears.

lizzie is. also very important. she gets the two animals thing like jimmy bc axolotl and cat were her empires animals. also her buns are heart shaped I saw some fanart of that and its really cute so I also have that. and she's also looking at the long mumbo! very confused.

bigb. scares me. like yeah secret life really be mans villain arc. I tried to reflect that by actually straight up mirroring his eyes and having him be. the only guy looking straight at u. he can see u. u can run but u cant hide. also he gets cookies. also also drawing facial hair is hard he's the only time I ever managed to make facial hair look. normal. ever. wont happen again.

gem is being adorable and also definitely a deer hybrid dont mind the magic or stuff its fine (her chapter is. third in the roster. I literally just need to finish the impulse chapter to convince myself that its ok to upload her immediately after ch2).

and pearl! who we know bc she gets first chapter of the fic and thats already out. her eyes are a bit like moons btw. also she's doing magic back at gem which is cute I think. idk.

also half of them have fancy hair shines. like joel having beans that get progressively smaller. or pearl having moons. :D

[ringdabel]

My thoughts on OP ships except im being 100% honest (P.1)

*LuNami - Cute but im not a big fan of it - Autisum and girlboss frfr - idm if its canon! I mean i like their moments of hugging and all, they're all so silly and i absolutely adore them! ^^ *LuHan - Nah... HARD pass... - I do not ship them at all and refuses to - their age gap is 12 and i think personally Boa is just having some kind of highschool crush -if this ship becomes canon...... bro im gonna stare in the distance and cry - If you ship these two...... NO OFFENSE! But What is wrong with you :[ *LuZo/ZoLu - MY EMOTINAL SUPPORT SHIP YIPPIEEEEE - They are so SO CANON u cannot convince me otherwise!!! - Dumb and Dumber. - I love and ADORE their dynamic! their interactions, first meetings, etc... EVERYTHING THEYRE SOOO CUTE AGHHCBSDBIL <3333 - The crew KNOWS they love eachother. They know what they are. - shamelessly kisses eachother goodnight - Zoro will die for Luffy, and Luffy will stop him. *LuSan/Sanlu - ONE OF MY FAV SHIPS EVER!!! Their interactions!! >>>>>> - WE KNOW SANJI LOVES HIM AND ADORES HIM. WE KNOW THAT ALREADY YOU FRENCH FRY - He wants to be Luffy's special boy in the OPLA, c'mon, its so obv - Sanji gets jealous when Luffy compliments other cooks other than him, its canon guys, trust me. MOVIE 6, THAT PHYSILOGICAL HORROR MOVIE OF OP. *ZoSanLu/ZoLuSan -POWER POLY LOVERS ON TOP! -i love them. *cries* -I have 400 pages of fanart featuring these stupid boneheads. - they sleep together and Luffy steals all the blankets - Zoro will def giving them his earings. aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh *LuKob/Koblu -Comfort ship of mine!!! THEYRE SO CUTE ITS ILLEGAL!!!! - I want them to reunite again, then hold hands and kiss eachother on the lips then go on cute little dates :[ - LUFFY IS KOBY'S GAY AWAKENING CHANGE MY MIND (i feel like hes more like bi or pan BUT) - Koby owns 6000 wanted posters of Luffy and its canon that he wants more of them. hes such a fanboy omg.... - If they ever date... they will have a matching handmade bracelet... Luffy's red and Koby's pink.... each has letters of eachother... - (ALSO THERES THIS FAV FIC OF THEM FROM AO3, THE AUTHOR IS okiedokeTM (madelinescribbles) AND THE FIC IS CALLED "Koby's Awful No-Good Very Confusing Day" CHECK IT OUT IF YOU CAN!!!!) - im very normal abt them (lie) *LuUso/UsoLu - Very cute ship!!1 - i personally see them as best friends more but its still verey cute! - They bond, they hug, they hit and they danced. yeah i get how ppl ship them!!!!!!!!! *LuLaw/Lawlu -Tbh.... its very cute! - i used to be obsessed with this ship bcs their dyanmic is so interesting, like Black cat and golden retriver! - i still kinda do ndcnas - Luffy reminds Law of Corazon bcs of his goofiness ughh CRIES - I hc Law that he has a soft spot for silly, goofy ppl, his sister, his crew, Corazon, LUFFY????????? He loves them but will never admit smh smh - When he ruins all of your well-planned plans that took you a whole week to make <3333333 *CobyLuLaw/KobyLawLu -AYEEEEEEEEEEE MY NEW FAV SHIP!!!!!!!!!!!!! - F**K BEING UNDERRATED, I WANT THIS TO BE KNOWN ACROSS THE WHOLE F**KING WORLD!!!!!! - PLSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS ITS SO CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U HAVE TO WRITE FICS ABT IT I NEED MORE OF IT!!!1 - I want to thank @orange-artist for drawing and having KobyLawLu on my breakfast table!!!!!!!!!! - AND FOR YOU THE PPL WHO WRITE THE FICS ILY - me omw to make brainrots of these three stupid peas in a pod, fishes in a bowl, pens in a pencilcase :]]]

[sugawhaaa]

CLOUD X READER

☆•🐾 Tales of tails 🐾•☆

Warnings//genre::MENTIONS SA, DRUGS, VOMITING, strangers to (eventually) lovers,

Pairing:: 7!Cloud x cat!hybrid!fem!reader

A/N:: I would be absolutely blown away if this fanfic got more than 2 likes. Like that would be unheard of for my ff7 content

Cloud isn't one to be interested in people, especially not at a first glance. A first impression means nearly nothing to Cloud because he will either not hold it against you or he will simply forget. However you were a person who couldn't ignore because frankly you one of a kind, nothing he had ever seen before. A hybrid.

He had seen hybrids between two creatures before from Shinra experiments and Mako explosions but something like this was completely foreign to him. He sat at the bar per usual though, not wanting to draw attention to himself. Tifa was talking his ear off like always as he drank a few shots. However, when you sit down she runs over to you, hooking you up with a drink. However, Cloud notices a chemistry between the two girls. He watches attentively as the two talk.

Tifa finishes up and returns to cloud. "So like I was saying I'm thinking it's best if we...are you listening?" She huffs as he notices his attention drawn elsewhere.

"Partially," he responds sweet and simple. Tifa arches a brow at him. "Who's that girl?" He tilts his head towards you as you mind your business, talking with some other people.

"Oh that's Y/N, she comes around here often and she lives in the room below you at rhe motel," Tifa explains as she looks at you aswell. She then turns back to cloud who's looking down at his glass. "Why, peaked your interest?" Tifa smiles, hinting at a romantic attraction.

"Yeah actually," Cloud looks up at Tifa seriously and she blushes lightly.

"Really? I could hook you up," Tifa leans onto the bar counter and Cloud shoots her a confused look.

"Why would you do that?" He says before taking another drink.

"Because you said you fancy her, duh. Dinner maybe? That always draws a girl in," Tifa shoots him a thumbs up and responds with a glare, the glass still covering half of his face. He sets the cup down and sighs.

"I mean, interested in her features. She may have some kind of history that would be...informative," Cloud looks you up and down as you're hooked up in the conversation you're having. Tifa let's out a relaxed sigh.

"Well if that's the case, just talk to her," Tifa smiles.

"No," he responds quickly.

"Why not? Too shy to talk to a girl," she teases and Cloud scoffs.

"No, just don't care enough. Besides talking isn't my strength, rather stay curious," he explains but Tifa is already drawing your attention.

"Hey Y/N, I'd like to introduce you to someone," Tifa waves to you and you hop off the chair before coming over to her.

"Y/N, this is cloud, Cloud, Y/N," Tifa smiles as she gestures between the two of you.

"Nice to meet you," you extend your hand out to him and he sighs.

"Sure," he hardly looks at you but you carry on like normal.

"Cloud! You're the one who wanted to talk to her," Tifa whines and Cloud becomes flustered for a moment. Your tail sways between your legs.

"That's not what I said," Cloud turns away as Tifa continues the conversation.

"He lives in the room below yours at the motel," Tifa explains. "He told me that he was interested in you, said that he had never seen a person like you before. Something about Mako and Shinra," Tifa chuckles light heartedly as Cloud stays quiet, watching the two of you talk like he's a third wheel again. "Cloud here used to be a soldier," she pats his arm and he sighs softly before looking up at you.

Those eyes...just like his.

"Hey, you got Mako eyes," Cloud's attention perks back up upon seeing your eyes. They were tinted with a mixture of blue and green but you're pupils are very different from his, thin slits that widen or shrink based on the light in the room.

"Yeah, I'm a result of a "failed" experiment from Shinra," you explain, and Cloud's expression shifts. "I was a criminal set for life in prison but Shinra had a "better" idea. They used me for an experiment to mix man and feline," you inform him of your past briefly, leaving out the gloomy details.

"But how are you a "failed" experiment? Seems to me like it worked out good," Cloud shrugs and Tifa shoots him a glare as to say "Be careful what you say because this is a sensitive topic"

"Well, I have too much of a human conscious. Morals, beliefs, sense of self. Shinra didn't want that so they essentially tossed me out so now I use the power they gave me against them," you nod determinedly and Cloud crosses his arms, a hint of amusement hidden deep in his expression.

"I like the way you think," he nods. "So what do you do for a living?" Cloud asks, intrigued by not only your appearance now but also your character. Tifa backs away from the conversation a bit, letting the two of you chat.

"I'm a bit of a doctor and a pharmacist. I make and distribute medicines but I can also tell what may be wrong with people," you nod, your ears twitching with curiosity. "Sometimes I fight too though, not much, but my feline instincts give me an upper hand in combat," you explain and Cloud makes a little sound of understanding.

Just then one of your friends calls you back to where you were sitting. "It was nice to meet you cloud, I hope to see you around," you pat his muscular shoulder and he winces as you turn around. His vision tinted with a green undertone as he watches you walk back, his head throbbing.

"Cloud?" Tifa leans forward and Cloud looks away from her.

"I'm fine," he grumbles and Tifa slides him another shot. He looks at the drink and then back up at her, smirking slightly. Back at your seat, your friends gather around you and chat.

"Were you talking to the blondie hottie?" One of your friends leans closer, clearly wasted.

"Yeah," you chuckle sheepishly and your friends gleam with excitement. "It was just casual, he hardly talks at all," you chuckle before taking a sip of your drink. You notice the aftertaste is a little stronger than usual, a bit more bitter, but since everything at this bar is handmade you brushed it off assuming the ratio was just a smidge off.

However, after about an hour at the bar, you felt your body was weak and draggy. You were probably just a little drunk but you didn't feel like hanging around anymore. "Hey guys, I think I'm gonna head out," you groan and gesture to the door. Your friends bid you goodbye as you make your way to the door. Your head spins as you make your way down the stairs only to see a trio of men lingering around the bottom of the stairs.

You could by how they were dressed they were those type of men. You groan "I'm not in the mood for this," you mutter as you clench your purse and lo and behold they approach you.

"Hey, kitty," one of them calls out and your blood boils. The urge to turn around and yell "fuck off" was so strong but you held back, simply walking past them. You then feel someone grab your tail and you snap around, pulling your tail back closer to your body.

"Fuck off," you growl as your head spins, their faces unclear but you could tell they were enjoying this.

"Feeling a little drowsy babygirl?" One of them cooes as he steps closer and you try to step back but end up wobbling.

"S-Stop," you stumble slightly before seeing one of the men get shoved to the ground, hard.

"Back off," Cloud barks and the men cradle in fear. Cloud holds his chin high as he looks down at the men on the ground. "Selfish assholes," Cloud grabs the handle to his sword and the disgusting men make a swift escape. Cloud quickly turns to you, putting a hand on your shoulder. "Hey," he looks into your eyes your pupils widen, almost taking up all the color left in your eyes. "Shit, just like I thought," he hisses before standing up straight. "Can you talk?"

"Yeah, I'm good, just a little," you put a hand to your head as you groan. He sighs and puts your arm over his back.

"Cmon, I'll walk you home," he helps you walk back, watching your tail hang between your legs and ears flatten against your head.

"Shit sucks," you groan, your words slurred.

"I know, come on the sooner we get you home the sooner you'll sleep this off," he assures you as your feet begin to drag on the ground. He huffs softly. "C'mon, just a bit longer," he encourages but you feel your eyelids falling closed. He sighs before letting you go, you sway as he leaves you standing. He scoops you up into his arms effortlessly and you blush. "Better?" He makes sure you're comfortable and you smile, nodding slowly.

"Mmm very nice," you snuggle into the warmth of his chest and he notices your ears perk up a little and your tail brushes up against his thigh. He finally gets you to your room and he sets you on the bed but as soon as he lets your body down you squirm. Clouds attention snaps up to you. "'M gonna hurl," you push passed him to get to the bathroom. You hold a hand over your mouth before lifting up the toilet seat.

Cloud groans as he hears you puking and at first he wants to just leave but he decides to comfort you instead. He crouches down beside you, holding back your hair but he looks away. He rubs your back softly.

"Let it out," he grumbles, his eyes deliberately avoiding the sight next to him. You finally stop vomiting and pick your head up. "Feel better?" His eyes still avoid your face.

"I don't know," you moan in discomfort. Cloud lets your hair go and stands up, retrieving a towel for you to wipe your face. He quickly flushes the toilet as you clean your face. He then finds a cup and fills it up in the sink.

"Here water is good for this," he hands you the glass and you snatch it from his hand.

"No shit, I'm a doctor," you say before chugging the water.

"Just trying to help," he pouts with a slight frown. "Let's get you back to bed," he scoops you up again and sets you in the bed. You then reach your hands behind your back and beneath your shirt. You unclasp your bra and toss it aside. Cloud looks away, turning his side to you. "So you're okay if I leave now right?" He says as he watches all the clothing get tossed into a pile.

"Yup, just..." you roll over, your body covered by a blanket now. "Can you check on me throughout the night? Sometimes accidents can happen when drugged people sleep," you say softly and Cloud nods.

"Sure, I'll try not to wake you," he says before leaving, closing the door behind him. He worries about you throughout the night. What did you mean by accidents? How harmful is the drug they used? After less than an hour Cloud gets up to check on you.

He carefully opens the door and peers in at you. He closes the door behind him, not wanting the cool night air to wake you, and quietly steps in. He watches as your chest rises and falls rhythmically, your blanket tucked up above your chest with your hands up crowding your face. He lets a small smile peak through at the sight of your utter peace and relaxation. He tucks a strand of hair out of your face, jolting back when you stir.

He then gets another surge of pain in his head as his ears ring. The vision of you and needles scattered and shattered. He takes a deep breath as he holds his head and the surge stops. He sighs before shaking his head and heading toward the door. He then leaves, locking the door tight.

[imperator-titus]

Be My Juice Box Ch. 5

Giving posting this here another try because it's pretty popular over on Ao3! I already posted Chapters 1-4 before on this post.

Every morning, Rowan poked her finger into the dirt of her new plant. The days were getting shorter, so she didn’t expect to see much in the way of growth, but she still carefully inspected it every evening while doing her blood draw.

This brought her happiness.

Every night, while Rowan was tucked away in her bed, Astarion very gingerly touched one of the leaves of Rowan’s plant. He didn’t know what this accomplished other than sating some strange curiosity he had about it.

This brought him something a little close to happiness.

Eventually, she replaced the plain cup it was given to her in with a ceramic pot in the shape of a cat. Next to it she placed a small seasonal gourd that she picked up at the faerie market across the street.

Astarion scoffed when he saw it. It didn’t fit at all with the rest of the decor.

“Oh, how charming,” Gale remarked during one of his visits, picking up the plant and giving it a look-over.

“Of course you like it.”

“Come now, Astarion. It’s a good sign.” Astarion lifted an eyebrow. Gale chuckled as he put the plant down. “It means she’s comfortable here. Even after your little conflict.”

“I apologized,” Astarion said a little petulantly.

“Yes, well, you only get so many of those.”

After Gale left, Astarion regarded the kitchen windowsill once more.

Okay. Maybe it was a little cute. He could live with it. 

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Astarion rarely got up so early that it overlapped with Rowan’s work. Most of the time, he was entering consciousness around the time she was making dinner, lazed around in his coffin for another hour or so, and then was ready to go out when she was winding down after dinner.

That day, he got up a little earlier and only lazed about for 30 minutes before rolling out of “bed.” 

“AAAAAAAGH FUUUUUUUUUCK!”

Astarion actually lifted out of his seat. The vanity he was sitting at rattled, proving this fact.

If he'd been in his coffin, he probably wouldn't have heard.

Astarion came down and poked his head cautiously around the doorframe of Rowan’s office. She sat at her desk, one hand over her eyes, the other holding her phone to her ear. Shaking her head, she sat up and saw him.

Yeah. He knew that look. Idiots, who didn’t know they were idiots, and in fact thought they knew better, were telling her idiotic things. She even moved the phone away from her ear, the tinny voice from the other end going unheard, the universal sign of “I am done with this person.”

Knowing that she was fine, he left her to her work.

Later, while he was doing his nails, his phone buzzed.

>I’m sorry for disturbing you. Normally you can’t hear me.

🐑🌳?<

>I’m fine, just being asked to do the impossible, same old

Nails drying, Astarion thought. Hard. 

Acts of kindness did not come easily to him, but Gale recently gave him a lecture (affectionate) about how actions had meaning. This included a long list of suggestions for things he could do or say that might positively impact their relationship. Also warnings of things that might upset their delicate balance.

He needed Rowan to feel wanted. Not physically, Gale corrected sternly when Astarion made a comment that she wasn’t his type. She belonged in his space and he needed to show her that. She should be able to ask for help. She should be able to tell him when she was uncomfortable.

Otherwise, she would feel alienated from the world around her, or even herself, and feel beholden to set aside her self for his wishes.

Astarion could understand that. That had been his life for centuries.

In some ways, that was still his life.

Carefully tapping out a message with the tip of his fingers, he gave up his usual cryptic style of communicating for something more clear. Much like Gale, she could understand him, but they were much more forthcoming when he spoke their language.

Would you like to come out with me this evening? To let off steam, I mean.<

He watched in trepidation as the screen indicated she was typing. And then wasn’t. And then was typing again.

>It’s kind of you to offer, but that’s not really my thing. Thanks for asking! I have things I want to do around the house today. Have fun!

In her office, Rowan had her face in her hands, her ears burning red.

She, too, had been thinking about a lecture (affectionate) that Gale had given her.

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Like most “creatures of the night,” Astarion didn’t like going out in the daytime. This was easier to avoid as the days got shorter, but the sun would rise eventually.

There was a subtle pain nestled behind his left eye as he walked home. Did he have too much to drink? Was he just tired from being out past sunrise? Who knows.

Thankfully, he could look as horrible as he felt under the safety of the hood and veil that protected him from the sun.

When he got home, he found a door open, spilling light into the hall. This door had gone unnoticed for perhaps the entire time he’d lived there.

It led to a basement. Snaking up the stairs came the sound of music and a rhythmic whirring and scraping.

Was this how it all ended? His home invaded by some crazed killer, some self-proclaimed vampire hunter with delusions of grandeur? Down there, ceremoniously butchering his donor?

“Oh, hey,” Rowan said breathlessly with a smile. Sweat glistened as it ran down the side of her face and down her chest.

Astarion had never seen so much of her skin.

The point being, she was fine.

He watched, a little bit in shock, as she stopped her exercising to give him her full attention. She even pressed the button on top of her little speaker to pause the high-octane music she’d been listening to.

“You just get back?” she asked, wiping off her sweat with a towel. Even over the ever-present smell of a basement, he could smell it. The notes of her unique biology that he could taste in her blood. Her.

“Yes,” Astarion answered simply, teasing off the fingertips of his gloves so they would come off more easily. “I didn’t realize you came down here.”

Rowan’s mild happiness retreated. “Oh, is that a problem? I’m sor-”

Astarion held up a still-gloved hand, cutting off her apology. “I didn’t mean it that way. You’re free to do- Whatever it is you’re doing.”

“I was looking for some things and found this,” ‘this’ being a row-machine, “which I thought I got rid of. Figured I’d get back in the saddle.”

“Well, don’t let me keep you,” he said with a subtle smile, waving his gloves about in a flamboyant gesture as he turned to leave.

“Good night,” Rowan responded with a little laugh.

Tiredness was overcoming him, but Astarion decided to grab a bag of blood anyway. It was frankly awful, but he’d sip it straight out of the bag cold as he trudged up to his room.

On the kitchen island were some more ceramic pots, empty. They looked used, but freshly washed and drying. Perhaps those were the things she was looking for. He gave them a cursory inspection before breaking the seal on his “midnight snack” and heading for bed.

As he passed her rooms, something caught his eye.

She had started decorating. Just little things, like leaving trinkets around or propping up pictures.

Astarion wanted to snoop so badly. But, he knew that if she caught him in her space without permission, they would be back to square one, which he was already lucky not to be at after his master’s voice came out of his mouth.

So, he moved on.

When he got up later, he passed by again, stopping only because she was inside. Looking up from a box of her things, she gave him a small smile and a soft “hey.” 

She was listening to music, the kind of stuff that was supposed to be “subversive,” music he’d hear in clubs for humans who pretended they were creatures of the night. It was odd to hear it out of context, to see someone just… enjoying it, bobbing along with its beat, happily singing a line under their breath. 

It somehow annoyed him to know she liked that sort of thing and also… she was different.

Rowan noticed him lingering at the threshold, so clearly wishing to step forward. “You can come in, if you want.”

He wanted, so he did.

The furniture in the room was very “traditional,” mostly because it came with the place when he bought it forever ago when that was “modern.” Her things clearly didn't match, but they were… mostly tasteful. She was clearly considering them and their place.

Figurines, interesting rocks or shells, a specimen of a beetle. Photos, predominantly landscapes, reprints of art, some clearly handmade pieces.

She apparently really liked owls. There was a small cluster of frogs.

But what caught his attention most were the gnomes.

Not modeled after real gnomes, of course. They were an old folklore type of gnome, with big round noses and bushy beards or braids, their round stout bodies accentuated by tall pointy hats.

They came in many forms. They had themes. He could see boxes of them, but the ones that were out were fall and Halloween themed. A lot of oranges and yellows and browns. One was holding a little bat.

“Something wrong?” Rowan asked, watching with keen interest as he picked one of the little dolls up. It was green and had a nice heft to it, which Astarion tested by gently tossing it up and down in one hand.

“You have very curious tastes.”

Perhaps he didn’t use quite the right tone, because she looked a little hurt by this statement. Astarion did mean something by it. But it wasn’t supposed to upset her.

She snatched the creature from him and carefully fixed the little tangles he’d made in the beard or the particular way she wanted the hat’s point to be crooked. Then, as if placing a holy relic in its dedicated spot, she put it back where he found it.

“It looks nice in here,” he partially lied, putting a light laugh on top of his words. “Like someone actually lives here, for once.”

Her back turned to him, she sniffled. “Thanks.”

Oh. Tears. Astarion wasn’t prepared for tears.

“Well, I should go,” he said rather quickly, obviously trying to leave before this got worse. Already halfway into the hall, he called unconvincingly over his shoulder, “Good night!”

Well, that didn’t go well.

----

The plant had re-awakened a lot of things in Rowan that, at first, made her feel foolish.

After talking to Gale and thinking about the situation further, she felt less foolish.

It occurred to her that she only felt foolish because she’d been conditioned to hide herself. It even took her a while to stop hiding things she liked to do from her husband and capitulating to his non-existent desires when it came to things like decorating the space around her.

When he died, it was like all the progress had reset. Her space became boring and sparse. Looking at the things that once made her happy made her ashamed and sad and she put them away.

Then she moved and felt that everything must stay the way Astarion left it. But then she got tired of looking at bare walls and empty shelves.

It started with her idea to look through her boxes for an old Halloween costume to use for Gale’s party. She hadn’t actually confirmed if it was a costume party and, in fact, would later question this assumption, seeing as she couldn’t imagine Astarion inviting her to a costume party.

Nonetheless, she went through her things, neatly packed away in Astarion’s forgotten basement. She found her row machine and resolved to start working out again, to get out some of the frustrations of work. With her costume, she found some of her decorations and spent some time just digging through the wreckage of her old life.

Some things stayed down there, things that she wasn’t ready to look at again, but she figured, why not put some stuff out? It’s not like Astarion cared about what she did in her rooms. 

Like the plant, this made her happy.

Rowan didn’t really like the way Astarion was looking at her things, but per Gale’s advice, she reminded herself that his face didn’t always reflect his thoughts.

Then he picked something up and it was like he knew it was the one thing that would upset her.

The first thing that reminded her of her late husband that she felt comfortable taking out.

He couldn’t have known that, Rowan told herself. And it was okay to be a little upset.

After taking a moment to do some deep breaths, she went back to sorting through her things.

[jadetheblade4]

Are They Stupid?

A Dog Man Fanfic by Swirly Twirly

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Summary: Petey escapes Cat Jail, but the local guard that checks up on him is the one on his tail!! Will the shennanigans ever cease... (Takes place somewhere before A Tale Of Two Kitties) (Not a ship thing sorry weirdos but this gal wants to write for the silly of it ^_^)

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Part 1:

It was yet another normal day at Cat Jail, Collardale. The guard was doing his normal everyday rounds, albeit with a positive demeanor. He had been having a great day so far, thinking that nothing much could ruin it. He went to Petey's cell with a skip in his step.

"Gooooooood morning, Petey!" proclaimed the Guard, banging onto the cold metal bars of the cell. Petey, startled by this sudden noise, lifted his head up from his piles of papers and blueprints of escape. His face contorted into an annoyed glance once he saw who it was, his ears turned downward in disinterest.

"Aaaaaand goodbye to you, Guard..." Petey retorts, waving him off and continuing to work on his plans.

The guard chuckled. "Aw, cheer up, buddy! Big Jim and a bunch of other cats are planning on taking a sewing class today. You should join them!"

"Don't call me buddy! Besides, why would I want to be with any of those nut jobs? They're all stupid goofballs that don't have anything better to do with their life!" Petey took great offense in that chuckle, even slightly hissing his words to subconciously tell him to back off.

The guard tilts his head slightly, frowning a bit. "Then...what are you doing with your time?" he questioned, leaning onto the bars of Petey's cell. 

Petey's sneer immediately dissapears the moment he realizes how suspicious he looks. "I- um...Well..." he stutters, trying to find something to pass off as an excuse. Suddenly, his ears perk up, a quick idea passing through his genius mind.

He picked up a piece of paper that was a shopping list of some sort but for evil machinery. The contents didn't matter, though. He turned it over and quickly doodled a crude-looking drawing of the guard and himself holding hands, trying to make it as nice as possible with his ratty artstyle.

"Well, for your information... I'm...drawing a picture!! Of us!! Hanging out or whatever, just come see it!" proclaimed the orange cat, waving the drawing above his head.

The guard's face lights up in glee. "Really, Petey? You drew a picture for me??" he squealed in excitement. He never would've thought that Petey would do something nice for him for a change!

Petey nods convincingly. "Uh huh, just open the cell door and come inside to see it!!"

Unlocking the door to petey's cell, the guard steps inside gleefully. "What does it look like? Oh, I hope you capture my likeness onto it!!"

"Yeah, yeah, here ya go, I made it with care and whatnot, blah blah blah sappy stuff..." Petey shoves the drawing onto the guard, who happily accepted it.  The guard's eyes go wide as he scans the picture. A huge grin spreads across his face. "Aw, Petey, I love it!!! It looks so nice!!! C'mere you!!" He goes over to him and pulls him into a tight and loving hug.

"Oof!" Petey's breath slips out of him as he's trapped in the guard's iron grip. "Ok, man, hands off the merchandise!!" He squirms, trying to get away, but the guy has no plans of letting him go at the moment.

"This is the most thoughtful gift i have ever recieved in my whole entire life!!!! the guard proclaimed, continuing to cuddle him more. He comically spins him around and even kisses his cheek a couple of times, the gift really meaning a lot to him somehow.

"EUGH!! Alright ALRIGHT I GET IT I'm such a great pal now GET OFF!!!" Petey wriggled around his grasp until he popped off. He let out a "hmph!" as he tidied himself up from his sudden invasion of privacy. The guard jumped off to the side, a bit hurt by Petey's sudden cold nature. The orange cat notices his sudden deflate and feels a certain pull in his heart. "I mean, uh, no problem... figured I'd repay you for dealing with my, uh, schemes and stuff..." Petey stuttered, shifting his feet.

The guard's face lights back up again as he looks back at the picture. "Aww, it's nothing, Petey!! Just doing my duty!!" he said. Petey let out a smile, strangely happy about his half-assed drawing. He then shakes his head and tries to focus on the task at hand.

"I was thinking about hanging it up over there on the right side corner of my cell, can ya be a dear and put it there for me?" he bats his eyes innocently and points to said corner. The guard happily agreed. "Of course, dear pal!" He gives him one final hug and rushes to the wall to hang it up.

With a devious smile on his face, he tiptoes out of the cell. "Heheh, what a doofus..." the cat giggled. A few moments later, he escapes from the jail once more. "Ahh, finally! I can get back to doing what i usually do..." He walks back to his lab and breathes a sigh of relief. "The life...OF CRIME!!! HAW HAW HAW!!!!" he announces. The large building echoed his words, alerting the butler from the staircase.

"Heya Petey! Been a while since I've seen you around!!" he quickly steps down and joins him as Petey parades around his home. "Breaking out this time was a bit difficult," Petey went on, "but now things can finally get back on tra-"

A tv at the corner of the supposed room they're in suddenly announces its lovely presence by blaring breaking news from its LD screen. Petey and Butler turn their attention to the tv. It shows none other than Sarah Hatoff,  greatest reporter, in front of the very Cat Jail Petey just escaped from moments ago.

"BREAKING NEWS, FELLOW CITIZENS OF COLLARDALE!!!" Sarah declared. "We are currently receiving reports of a runaway warden of sorts from the Cat Jail looking for a certain fiendish feline...PETEY!!!" A mugshot of his face is shown on the screen right next to a goofy-looking photo of the guard, to which Petey frowns upon. "He informs us that if we see the cat anywhere to report to him...and...only him." Sarah scratched her head in confusion. "Huh. Guess the police aren't needed. This is Sarah Hatoff, signing out."

The butler turned to Petey. "Huh, I guess you don't need to, after all!" he said with a dumbass smile on his face. Petey grimaces and pinches the middle of his forehead in frustration. "AAUGH....Why is there always SOMETHING to ruin the mood..." he groaned, marching up the steps to the lab's roof with the butler following right behind. 

Up above, Petey and the butler scan their surroundings. The day-to-day hustle and bustle of the city rings out from below, showing no sign of anything unusual. The butler tilts his head. "Nobody here yet..." he muttered.

The orange cat crossed his shoulders and shook his head. "...Hmph! What am I even worried about anyways?!?" He laughed at how absurd he was acting at the moment to save face as he started walking back towards the stairs. "This lab is one of the most discrete and perfectly hidden buildings in all of the city of Collardale! It'll take a while before-"

A loud buzz-like sound suddenly calls out and the pair jumped in suprise. Petey rushed back and leaned over the roof once more to see a tiny guard waiting patiently at the door, pressing the goddamn buzzer.

"HOW DID HE FIND MY LAB!?!" Petey screamed. He quickly covered his mouth and dragged Butler down to the ground before Guard could see up above. He grabbed his butler by the shirt and whispered, "How did he find my lab?!?!?!"

The butler shrugged. "Gee, Petey, I don't have a clue how the guy could think of coming here."

"Hmm...strange." Petey let him go and scratched his head. He peered over the roof to look at his big fat-ass "PETEY'S SECRET LAB" sign. "Oh, by the way, I think you need to change a few of the lightbulbs on my lab's sign this weekend. A few of them are starting to fade out."

The butler rolled his eyes and sighed. "I'll buy lightbulbs later this evening, I guess..." he muttered again, peering over and looking at the sign with him.

Petey raised his eyebrow. "Also, quit muttering and mumbling so much, it's starting to irritate me >:( ."

The guard pressed the buzzer again. His hand contained a small piece of paper. "Helloooo?"  he called out. "I'm an authority from the local Cat Jail! Is anyone home?" He looked up at the tall building, to which Petey noticed just in time and ducked. Unfortunately, the butler ducked a bit too late, therefore leading the guard to only catch sight of him and not Petey.

"Oh, hey there! I just wanted to ask a couple of questions, if ya don't mind!!" he shouted from below to up above. The butler pops out again and gives a thumbs up, then goes down again.

Petey facepalms himself and groans annoyingly. He then faces the butler, who smiled sheepishly.

"You better not tell him im here. In fact, make him regret coming here in the first place!! I don't wanna be involved with the guy any further!!" he yelled, grudgingly going downstairs.

The butler shifted uneasily in place. "Uh, sure, Petey... I'll see what I can do, I guess..." he mumbled once more as he followed the grumpy cat.

[esotericdivinity]

Hircine design doodle thing my beloved 👍 I need to actually flesh this out and fully show it but HERE IS THE FIRST LITTLE?? IDK IDEA GLIMPSE THING. Huzzah

Inspired by a riveting conversation with @one-winged-dreams !! Thank you for giving me the willpower to draw shdgdgdgdgd UHHH but design notes under the cut.

Hircine but with a face ya see... Elven in nature, but more animalistic than some of his fellow princes. Obviously. The eyes of a predator (a big cat inspired me), and a larger physique inspired by those werebeasts he loves so much. His hair is great mane, occasionally down, but normally tied back for convenience. He cares for practicality. He has small symbols and signs on his earrings for his lack of helm. Something to wear, you know? A furred hide as a shoulder plate, yet nothing really covering him overall. Why would he need armor that is more closed in anyway? Answer is: he doesn't, so why put it on him?-

I picture him with sharper facial features, nails that slightly dip into being short claws, and a set of teeth that certainly show he is a master of the wild. Uhh also I see him with actual fur on certain parts of him, like his forearms and such?? But only when he dons the helmet. Like... it varies. When he takes it off, he's still wild but slightly less "animal" if you will. Very strong figure. I like to think that his hands and feet are extra padded as well, but not excessively so. Not so much as to prevent him from his talent and mobility with his favored weapons and such, but also enough to make his steps significantly quieter and when he picks things up they're also?? Weirdly quiet.

Anyway yeah I think that he'd also have like, tattooed type shadows on his skin. Especially his eyes, not dissimilar to how cheetahs have dark fur around their eyes to help them be able to see no matter how bright the sun is. It just seems fitting. Okay. Okay yeah that's about it for now HOORAY

[chanothy]

Light Shinning in the Blue Mirror

Episodes one

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Devil Palace

It was a little past the middle of may, and spring was drawing to an end.

When i was taking a morning walk, i met Lato looking into a hand mirror.

LATO :: Hmm…

Finding it strange that Lto was just staring at the mirror, i decided to call out to him

[Lato, What’s Wrong?]

LATO :: Oh Aruji-sama, good morning.

LATO :: by the way, what does ‘what’s wrong’ mean?

[Because you were just looking in the mirror]

LATO :: Ah this… Flure says to “look in the mirror every morning”.

LATO :: By the way… Do you understand the true meaning of this phrase?

[What does it really mean?]

LATO :: Yes. Flure said “Looki in the mirror every morning”, but what he really meant was….

LATO :: He meant “look at yourself in the mirror and make sure you look good.”

LATO :: In the past, I didn’t realize this… I just looked at the mirror itself, just as the saying goes.

[Oh, that’s right]

LATO :: Kufufu… of course, now i pay attention to my appearance

LATO :: In the master;s sight… I want my image to reflect as beautifully as possible.

LATO :: … Oh? What’s that?

As the two of ud were talking… I saw Mu trudging towards me from the otherside of the corridor.

LATO :: Hmm. A black cat is walking with its ears dropping and its tail dragging

[He doesn’t look well]

LATO :: Yes, he’s not his usual self

LATO :: Good morning, black cat. You seem a bit down. What’s wrong?

MU :: Ah Lato… and the master too…

MU :: … um … I’m fine, It’s okay….

[It deosn’t seem that way]

LATO :: Yes. Normally, he walks with a lively, thumping sound of footsteps.

LATO :: The footsteps of the black cat today were… a little like a stomp

MU :: thump thump…. Nonono

LATO :: He was fien intull a while ago… What suddenly happened?

[Maybe it’s May sickness?]

LATO :: Is it May sickness? I’m sure that’s it….

Tattatatta

LONO :: Ah Mu! So you were here.

LONO :: Seriously,... I was worried when you suddenly disappeared.

[Good Morning Lono!]

LONO :: Ah Aruji-Sama! Good morning to you too, Lato.

LONO :: Sorry for the noise this morning…. I was surprised when Mu disappeared, leaving his breakfast behind.

LATO :: Hmm… that’s rare

LATO :: Normally, he would lick every corner of the dish clean. Leaving nothing but a clean plate.

LONO :: That’s right… I’m worried too

LONO :: Mu, are you okay? Maybe he ate something bad?

MU :: Uhh… I haven’t eaten anything.

MU :: Or rather… I’m no longer the gluttonous cat i used to be!

MU :: From now on Ill be on a strict diet… I will show you how to walk with lighter steps

LONO :: …oh, a diet?

[that's why you weren’t feeling well]

LATO :: Diet…. I think thats to loose weight

LATO :: Hmm, I think there are many advantages to being a larger organism.

LATO :: Why would you go through the trouble of shrinking your body?

MU :: Ugh…. Mr.Lato, who is always slim and walks with an easy attitude, will never understand

[I understand ]

[ i don’t understand ]

LONO :: Hey Mu. It’s good to go on a diet, but…

LONO :: Skipping breakfast all of a sudden… that's bad for your body isn’t it?

LONO :: If you’re serious about loosing weight… you need to make small improvements so that it lasts.

LONO :: First, eat a proper breakfast, Then, come and exercise with me.

MU :: Ugh… but I

LONO :: By the way, todays breakfast is chicken breast and bean stew.

LONO :: It’s low in calories and high in protein so it’s great for those on a diet.

MU :: huh….? It’s safe while on a diet?

MU :: Yeah, you should have said that sooner Mr.Lono!

Thump thump

It was as if the dejected mood from before was a lie… Mu ran cheerfully to the kitchen

LONO :: …. Oh dear. It looks like he’s about to ask fro a refill.

LATO :: Whatever… I’m relieved to hear that he wasn’t sick

LATO :: It seems that it wasn’t just what you called “May Sickness”

LONO :: “May sickness”... ah,, i remember that….

LONO :: It’s not an official name for a disease. But …. I think it’s something that makes you feel unwell when you environment changes?

[Yes]

LATO :: Hmm…. When you change your place or position, you have a lot of different worries.

LATO :: It seems like the black cat has his own worries too. Cats seems to have their own struggles.

[I think Mu is special though]

While we’re talking, the front door opened and Lucas and Nac came in.

Both of them were wearing robes and seemed tired

NAC :: Huh… that was a tough negotiation, Lucas

LUCAS :: That’s right… it took all morning t=and in the end there wasn’t much progress.

LUCAS :: Let’s take a break, and worry about it later.

[Welcome home, both of you !]

LUCAS :: Ah, Aruji-sama. I’m back now

NAC :: Aruji-sama, i’m sorry i came home late

LATO :: Hmm. I’m sure you two went out yesterday afternoon, right?

LATO :: I hear you too received a summons form the Grosvenor family?

LONO :: From the looks of it, it seems like it was quite difficult. Thank you for your hard work!

[What were you negotiating?]

NAC :: Yeah… that’s the thing…

NAC :: This was an unofficial request, unlike usual. Sir Finley has asked for a personal favor.

LUCAS :: However, can we solve this problem by ourselves? It’s a very difficult problem.

[A personal Request?]

LUCAS :: Yeah… yesterday, when we visited the Grosvenor family home….

[laughingsapphic-creates]

Inukag Week, day 2: Moonlight

Barely squeezed it out but by God I posted before midnight

Day 1 is, apparently, going to take me all week. Because it gave me motivation (coughanexcusecough) to try and make an animatic I've wanted to do for a long time. I've already had to temper my expectations to just the last minute or so of the song to get it done at all, so we'll see how that goes!

In the meantime, have an incredibly self-indulgent drag au

Still Into You cover by Natewantstobattle and Amalee

@inukag-week

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Why Don't You Do Right?

Kagome giggled to herself as she finished her makeup, taking a moment to admire herself. Her hair was pinned up and back, covered by a brown felted fedora decorated with fluffy cat ears to hide the mass of it. Her cream button down shirt and crisp green waistcoat were perfectly fitted, falling nicely over her flattened chest. The matching green slacks were tailored to her exact centimeter, with cream spats fitted over brown oxfords she'd spent a week breaking in for this night.

“You excited?” She asked, glancing over to her partner with makeup-sharpened eyes.

“... Yeah,” he admitted, sounding just a little shy as he examined himself in the neighboring vanity. Satisfied with her own work, she watched him brush his fringe around until it lay just so in front of the felt dog ears pinned into his hair. His normally thick, dark brows had been glued down and painted over, leaving them thin and arched. His jaw had been softened by an expertly applied contour pallet, and dramatic eyeliner and mascara lent extra intensity to his golden eyes as he met her gaze. He smirked at her. “You planin’ on sittin’ there staring at me all night?”

“Hang on,” she insisted, leaning back and crossing her arms as she looked him over with a grin. “You know I love taking the time to appreciate what a beautiful woman you are.”

Inuyasha couldn't hide how his face flushed brightly at her words, with his usual long curtain of frost-white hair pulled back out of the way and curled into a beautifully coiffed ponytail. The pieces framing his face were similarly curled, giving him the aura of a magical princess, or perhaps a bride.

Standing from her seat, Kagome took an easy step forward, hands finding the arms of his chair as she leaned down to give him a kiss. She felt callused fingers on her cheek, and smiled into his mouth.

“Gonna ruin my lipstick,” he muttered between kisses, though he made no move to pull away. Emboldened by his enthusiasm and the character she played, Kagome nipped at his lower lip, drawing a gasp from her lover.

“It's never stopped you, why should it stop me?” She teased, recalling how much he'd enjoyed messing up her lipstick when she was already late for work earlier that week. “Besides, the crowd’ll love seeing how much I adore my ‘wife’.”

Inuyasha blushed so pretty, she thought, reaching over to pick up the tube of lipstick so she could touch it up for him. His eyes fluttered shut at the contact, and she smiled as his false eyelashes brushed his cheeks. He already had quite long eyelashes, which had come in handy when they were just dressing up casually, but stage performance required stage makeup, according to the woman who'd been working with them on their routine. 

“What do you think the odds are that Kikyo and Koga’ll see us tonight?” He asked, flashing her a grin of his own as the tube left his lips.

“Infinitesimal. But it'd be funny; three years going on dates in crossdress to avoid them, and they finally ping us when we're on stage of all places?” she laughed, leaning back so she could see him properly.

For as much of a fuss as he made when she had first suggested it, there was a certain softness dressing up like this brought out in him that Kagome adored. Sure, he could be soft with her, when the two of them were alone. But under the make-up and pretty clothes, she found a different form of vulnerability he didn't portray when he wore the clothes of a man. And she hadn't been kidding - Inuyasha made for a beautiful woman.

The first time she had suggested dressing in drag, it was out of desperation for just one date to not get ruined by her stalker ex-coworker or his stalker ex-girlfriend. After a few tries, they didn't spot them anymore, but they figured they'd keep it up a bit longer “just to be safe”. Going to a drag show was just meant to be a fun date, relevant to how they'd been doing things; she hadn't expected to be so quickly welcomed into the community, or to get picked up by a professional drag queen who'd encouraged them to give the stage a shot. 

“Kat? Shii?” A voice called, drawing their eyes away from one another to one of the assistants working backstage. “You have some visitors.”

“Hey you two!” Miroku called, followed by Sango to the little corner they'd taken up for their costume changes. The backstage area was bustling with queens and kings, she was surprised that they'd been allowed, nevermind that they'd gotten a guide.

“What're you guys doing here?”

“Figured we'd come show a little moral support, that's all!” Sango assured, pulling a bouquet of flowers from behind her back with a smile. “Just wanted to sneak in quick before you got on stage.”

“Oh my goodness, thank you!” Kagome beamed, standing to accept the flowers.

“Think you're ready? Big crowd out there,” nudging Inuyasha's shoulder, Miroku gave him a teasing grin. He was having an awfully good time for someone who'd gotten his shit rocked after groping Inuyasha in full drag without knowing it. Inuyasha - Shibuya - had slapped him so hard he'd briefly started speaking Korean. 

Inuyasha rose to his feet, the stiletto heels he'd become expertly accustomed to putting him half a head taller than Miroku.

“Good. We've got a big show to put on,” he hummed, smiling when Kagome wrapped an arm around his slim waist, emphasized by the padding at his hips and backside. She knew she looked very much a manlet at his side, and there was a part of her that reveled in it - like Inuyasha became somewhat softer, Kagome became somewhat bolder when she was dressed for date night. She loved her skirts and dresses in day-to-day, but there was a wonderful feeling of power in fitted suits and nice men's shoes. She smiled up at him, and he returned the look, his hair turned into a glowing halo by an overhead light.

“Alright. We should get back out to the audience if we want to get drinks before you two go on,” Miroku smiled, taking Sango's hand in his. “Break a leg!”

“You're gonna do great!” Sango agreed, waving with her free hand. “And Kagome!”

She looked at her friend.

“You've got lipstick in your mustache,” she warned, giggling as she and Miroku disappeared back out front. Squeaking in surprise, Kagome turned to the mirror, ignoring Inuyasha's laughter as she snatched up a make-up wipe to carefully removed the red smudges without disturbing the thin mustache and whiskers she'd drawn on with eyeliner.

“Don't tell me you two are getting fans already? You haven't even gone on stage yet!”

Inuyasha turned back, grinning at Jakotsu.

“If friends count as fans, then sure,” he hummed as the older drag queen came into their little corner. He accepted Jakotsu’s hug graciously, surprisingly touchy when he was all dolled up.

“Well don't you look pretty as a peony! How's the dress, sweetheart? Good fit?”

“Great fit! Thanks for lending it to me.”

“You go ahead and keep it. It's totally your color, and it looks better on you than it ever looked on me,” she insisted, patting his cheek. Inuyasha looked like he wanted to argue, but Jakotsu was clearly having none of it. The red dress was flashier than anything he'd ever worn while crossdressing, with a high kimono-style collar and a short, ruffled skirt that showed off the strong shape of his already long legs. Kagome made a mental note to give Jakotsu an extra thank-you later - she would make sure Inuyasha got plenty of mileage out of that dress.

Kagome finally stood from fixing her face, turning to smile at Jakotsu and accept his hug with much more enthusiasm.

“Kagome darling, you look so good! I like the facial hair! Very macho,” he assured, gently brushing a thumb over the eyeliner-goatee.

“Thank you! I wasn't sure about it at first, but it felt right, y'know?” 

“It was a good choice, Tom cat!” he nodded, hands coming to rest on her shoulders. “Now, the crowd’s already wound up a bit, so you get to walk into good energy! Don't get nervous on me!”

“Oh, we've been in way more nerve-wracking situations. A little crowd work’ll be a walk in the park,” Inuyasha waved off the warning, confident as ever. Squealing in excitement, Jakotsu jumped around a little, stopping only when another assistant tapped his shoulder, reminding him that the current performer was almost done. “Okay! Okay okay okay! You guys ready?”

“Ready as we'll ever be.”

“One sec,” Kagome gasped, turning to the bouquet that she'd set on the table. Finding a red carnation, Kagome broke it at the second node, lifting the bloom and tucking it into Inuyasha's hair tie so it sat at the base of his ponytail. Taking another moment to stand in awe of him, she smiled brightly and took his hand in hers. “Okay. Ready.”

“Ooooh, I could just eat you two up!” Jakotsu squealed, moving behind them to push them forward. “Alright, your music’s queued up, Iono’s almost finished. Just wait for me to introduce you, and you can come do your thing!”

“You can count on us!” Kagome assured, her arm sliding back around Inuyasha's waist as Jakotsu left them to take to the stage.

“Everybody give it up one more time for Iono Montoya!”

The crowd renewed its roars, and a woman in a curly wig and bedazzled fencing foil passed them, squeezing their shoulders and flashing a smile.

“Remember, folks! The quickest way to a man's heart? Is between the fourth and fifth rib!" Jakotsu laughed brightly along with the crowd, flapping the loose collar of her robe as if to give herself some air. “Now then! Our next performers are my own discovery; new to the Camelia Club stage! Better to look and not touch, my dears, because these puppy-lovers are equal parts bark and bite! Get ready for canine claws and feline fangs, and please welcome to the stage, Shibuya Inuyamato, and Tom-Katsuki Nekomata!”

With deep breaths, Inuyasha and Kagome faded, and Shibuya and Katsuki stepped out into the spotlights to the roar of the crowd. Shibuya spotted Miroku and Sango at one of the tables off to the side, and squeezed Katsuki’s hand while the other waved to the crowd. Katsuki waved as well, but he couldn't help how his eyes kept being drawn to his partner. Shibuya's face had fully lit up at the warm reception from the crowd, her expression open and excited. Jakotsu winked as she passed them, pressing the microphone into Katsuki's hand. With a confident smirk and a nod of thanks, he took hold of it, turning to the audience.

"What an incredible greeting!" he began, getting a few extra cheers. He had gotten quite good at deepening his voice with Jakotsu’s vocal training, and hearing it back from the speakers, even he was a little impressed with himself. "I don't think I've felt this welcome anywhere but the arms of my beautiful wife! What do you think, Shii?"

Shibuya reached up to wrap her hand around Katsuki's on the mic, long red nails tracing the length of his fingers.

"I think you just like making me blush in front of strangers, Kat,” she shot back, sweet falsetto sending a shock of warmth down his spine.

"Guilty as charged. Can't help myself sweetheart, not my fault you look so damn good in red, wouldn't you agree folks?"

The crowd went wild again, and Katsuki saw Shibuya's face go even darker at the applause. 

"Careful, Kat! You keep laying it on that thick, we're all gonna choke on it."

"Give you something else to choke on later, pup.”

That got the crowd whooping, and Katsuki could distinctly make out Sango's familiar shriek of laughter. He gave her a wink, and Shibuya leaned down to laugh into his hair. Wrapping his arm firmly around Shibuya's waist, he let her take the mic and gestured to the audience.

"We're here to sing for these fine people! Try to hold off on the choking."

"Well! In that case we'd better get this rig rollin'," she hummed, twirling out of his arms to slide it into the mic stand. Their hands remained clasped, tethering them together, and when Shibuya turned to smirk at him, the guitar kicked in.

“Can't count the years on one hand that we've been together."

“I need the other one to hold you, make you feel, make you feel better.”

Katsuki found himself smiling even as he moved his mouth to the words.

The routine they had created for the song was an intricate one, allowing Kagome's attention to detail to guide Inuyasha's stronger, more physically adept body.

“It's not a walk in the park, to love each other.”

“But when our fingers interlock, can't deny, can't deny, you're worth it.”

"Cause after all this time," she sang, arms sliding around Katsuki's neck, "I'm still into you~”

Katsuki scooped her up into his arms.

"I should be over all the Butterflies!" they spun, confetti butterflies raining from the celling. "But I'm into you." "I'm into you!”

"And baby even on our worst nights! I'm into you!" 

"I'm into you!”

"Let 'em wonder how we got this far! Cause I don't really need to wonder at all! Yeah after all this time, I'm still, into you."

The pair moved together with an automatic ease. It had been there since before their relationship had turned romantic; dancing around each other almost from the moment they'd met. Where one went, the other followed. When one moved to strike, the other covered their blind spot. And this dance had been intentional, perfected by months of dedicated practice. Inuyasha and Kayome's natural synchronicity was only emphasized by Shibuya and Katsuki's flamboyant motions and unabashed need to be close to one another. They only separated briefly during the second verse and chorus to collect tips from excited viewers, but it was clear to everyone present how eager they were to return to each other's arms.

"Some things just, some things just make sense and one of those is you and I.”

Shibuya leaned back a little, so Katsuki had to look past her enhanced chest to meet her sultry gaze.

"Some things just, some things just make sense, and even after all this time. I'm into you~"

"Baby not a day goes by that I'm not not into you!"

Katsuki lifted one of Shibuya's legs to hitch it on his hip, supporting her weight with one hand on her back as he dipped her back, turning to display her for the audience.

"I should be over all the butterflies~!!"

"I'm into you!" "I'm into you!"

They leaned into each other in turn, spinning together to gain momentum. Kat turned his back to the crowd lifting his partner while she braced her hands on his shoulders.

"And baby even on our worst nights!”

"I'm into you!" "I'm into you!”

"Let 'em wonder how we got this far!" Her arms slid around his shoulders

"Cause I don't really need to wonder at all!" his hands found purchase on her hips.

"Yeah after all this time, I'm still into you,”

"I'm still into you," Kat turned, pulling Shibuya into another dip.

"I'm still, into-" Shii leaned up, ignoring the last lyric to pull Katsuki into a fierce kiss. Going willingly, the performers found themselves only vaguely aware that they were not alone. The applause died down as a figure passed them, but the pair only separated with an embarrassed gasp when someone tapped the mic.

"Wonderful show, you two!" Jakotsu cheered, turning to give them a cheeky smile. "And a wonderful opportunity to remind our audience; make certain to spay and neuter your pets."

Blushing brightly, the pair righted themselves, taking a final bow to the encouraging whoops whistles of the audience before absconding to the backstage area to pick up where they left off.

[favesgrave]

since i am so normal i started up an earthspark warrior cats au and then my friends (hi friends @echoblaze5 @benadrylcandlewhack @velvety-vixen @badgerdigsbones @satellitedish38) brainstormed more ideas for it so big thanks to them. anyways here's the stuff under the cut:

okay so i'm still chipping away at actual plot but the current sort of story is that megatron (he's called stoneheart in this au and badger came up with that name so ty badger) led his own clan that was basically the decepticons and went to war with the autobot clan. at a certain point he has a bit of a change of heart and is like "so guys. maybe this fighting isn't worth it"

his warriors are understandably like "dude what the fuck do you mean. we've been fighting for YOU and now you're backing out. traitor" and he ends up getting chased out. optimus (who i havent thought of a name for yet) is like "oh you silly goose. if you want peace then come on over and live with us!!!"

it's. a big adjustment.

he goes from stonestar to stoneheart and literally no one but optimus trusts him because they used to be pretty tight

also this has no big impact on the plot but i thought it'd be cool if autoclan (that is NOT their actual name i am working on it!!!) lived in a cave on a mountain and decepticlan (again not their name) lived on an island in a lake to sort of resemble how things were in g1. you know with the ark in the mountain and the nemesis underwater. yeah you get it

ANYWAAAYSSS. decepticlan's a bit messy after they drove out stoneheart because they didn't really think that far ahead, it all just kind of happened. starscream (who i'm gonna call finchshriek for now) is like "guys i'm the deputy so duh i'm the leader"

back in autoclan barn cats dot and alex join with their apprentice-aged kits robby and mo!!! most of the humans r probably kittypets (suggested by echo) but the maltos are barn cats and they r small enough to lay on fluffy ears

everyone loves fluffy ears

eventually dot and alex have two more kits, twitchkit and thrashkit! because yeah if we can have kits with the prefix "flip" then they can keep their names

stoneheart's been a warrior in autoclan for a while now and optimus is like "hey. hey watch this" and makes him twitchpaw's mentor when the time comes

okay pretty much everyone was talking about this (except me cuz i was drawing) but miko is a hardcore kittypet with a spiked collar and her owners put pink streaks in her fur. she follows bulkhead around a lot and talks his ear off. and we came to the conclusion that bulkhead is also a valid warrior name!!!!

also elita is the deputy of autoclan. i might name her something like rosethorn

twitchpaw and thrashpaw's warrior names r twitchflight and thrashkick

nightshade, jawbreaker, and hashtag also exist. nightshade already has a warrior name so that one was easy. jawbreaker might be called something like boulderjaw (or who knows might just say fuck it and keep jawbreaker) and for hashtag, we settled on the prefix "flash"

jawbreaker's mentor is gonna be grimlock. hashtag's will be rosethorn

i just thought of this while typing but i think the dinobots could all just be a random litter of kits wheeljack found abandoned in the wounds and he'd adopt them

speaking of wheeljack!!! he is missing an ear and has a bobtail because velvet said so and is absolutely correct. that's kinda it for him for now

bumblebee is called beestrike!!! as an apprentice he was friends with breakdown (who i might call blueleap or blueskip cuz he's got a fearless attitude or whatever) and they'd meet up at gatherings and sometimes in secret by sneaking out of their camps. ben was like "bee could be like how graystripe was whenever he saw silverstream and make little cat biscuits" and yeah that's pretty much him. once the war breaks out their friendship becomes strained and even when there's peace, it's gonna be a little awkward at first

i dont know if i'd bring knockout into the au but he was easy to think of. he's decepticlan's medcat and is named scarletshine

this was probably unintelligible but i had to make the post somewhere

[rjalker]

Random parts from my dream:

Part.....2?

The mom: Oh, yeah, I've known who your soulmate was since you were 13, lol, you just didn't notice the message written in the clouds.

[the person who's just met their soulmate for the first time paraphrasded in the ether: and you didn't bother to tell me???]

The husband, cheerfully: Yeah, I think he'll have something to tell you that I forgot.

[the person who just met their soulmate paraphrased in the ether: Why aren't you upset about this????]

[the husband paraphrased in the ether: because we chose to get married and I know we actually love eachother. a soulmate bond can't even try to compete with that.]

It was a world where soulmates were a thing and forever ago before written history people had figured out that you could easily break a soulmate bond by just. aborting the baby it produced. and then the Magic Eugenics God™ would go ewwwwwwwwww you had a misscariage you're unfit to be in my breeding program get outta here!!!

and then in the future they invented medicine you could just take to simulate an abortion/miscarriage so no one actually had to get pregnant. If you found your soulmate you could just take the meds and instantly break the bond before any bullshit happened.

___

then there was stuff about Flatland I mostly forget...I think A Sphere and A Square went on a picnic...

___

Part...1?

there were 3 rings that were used to create portals to three other worlds. One was called White As Death and had a symbol of a bone. It opened a portal to The Death Zone. Another one was...okay I just forgot what it was called but it was red and had a symbol of a cloud. It went to The Twilight Realm. The last one I didn't learn the name, but it was green and had a symbol of a snake that looked like the number 2. I have no clue where it went.

The Death Zone was where ghosts and other souls of the living went after death. The Twilight Realm was I think an endless dungeon thing. if you ever found the sky it was always pink and purple and cloudy which is where it got its name.

To open a portal, you had to have all three rings, worn by three different people, and you had to use them to trace the same shape in the air that would become the portal. Whichever ring you used last would determine your destination.

The portal making thing wasn't going well because the people were failing to communicate properly and the first time thy made the portal too small for anyone to actually fit through. Then they got in a tent and made the portal by tracing along the doorway. Then they all grabbed the tent and ran through the portal, which flipped it inside out and....successfully closed the portal behind them???

very weird.

___

And then there was this guy, Riowolf, or to his friends, Rioruff. A trans man who was kidnapped by the government and experimented on in a secret evil lab into a partially-transformed werecatwolf (the government wanted 'the best traits of cats and wolves combined with Human Intellect™') before they tossed him back out onto the street. A common problem in this setting, with varying results. The government has not suceeded in making a full werecatwolf (or werecat, or werewolf) yet but they don't care how many people they have to torture to make one.

being bitten by one does not let you become one. yet.

His ear normally stands fully upright but I made the canvas too short. this is supposed to be expressionless since it's just a character reference.

[ID: A simple digital drawing of an original character. In the center top of the image is his face, in the lower left and right are a very simply drawn version of his full body, flipped to show his front and back. The left half of his face (which is on his right) is light pink, with darker red-pink burn marks on his forehead, over his eye, and his mouth, with this eye closed, drooping to the left. His mouth also droops to the left. The other half of his face is covered in black fur, with a tall pointed ear, a grey nose, and whiskers. His eye on this side has dark sclera, a large round pupil, and a red iris. The black fur continues down half of his body and includes a long tail, with a red double-spike at the end. On his wrists and ankles are grey, red, and grey stripes. He wears no clothes,and the human half of his body is simple pink blobs in the shape of an arm and leg. On the werecatwolf side, he has a digitigrade leg and a paw, both with sharp claws. End ID.]

with extra text and also his clothes

[ID: The same drawing above, but now Riowolf is wearing a red short-sleeved shirt under a denim jacket with tattered edges, and grey jeans with ripped edges. On the werecatwolf side, the jeans have been cut at the knee. The front of the jacket is covered in many small black pins, with text reading, "assorted other pins", "he/him pronoun pin (trans man). On the back is a black symbold of scratches left by claws. An arrow points at his closed eye, labeling it, "blind in this eye". Smaller text above his angled ear on the face closeup reads, "not mad the canvas is just too short". In the upper left corner, text reads, "July 22 2024, public domain, Riowolf or to friends Rioruff". End ID.]

He's a punk anarchist. He lives in a time when there's either nuclear winter, or just on a completely separate planet where there's constant cloud cover making it "permenant night". Cities are enclosed and kept heated by some sort of thing with wind. certain parts of the city would always have lights on for visitors from other cities, others would switch on and off to simulate day and night cycles.

Here's what the end of his tail looks like. Not really sure what you call this shape.

[ID: an MS Paint scribble of Riowolf's tail, which is solid black except for the end, where there is a large red double-spike, like a flattened bolt of lightning, or the letter N mirrored onto itself. End ID.]

I think they were transforming people by dunking them into giant chemical vats. It wasn't very clear though.

You can see the speedpaint of me drawing him, as long as the HD versions of the art above to download here on the Internet Archive:

[toasted-treasure]

Short story about me and @baconcolazz turning into cats

Sorry for any typos and bad grammar.

It was just a normal afternoon Yang spent messing around on his computer. He was scrolling Tumblr as per usual, stalking the eddsworld tag and liking almost every post. He loved eddsworld very much and he had a friend who also liked eddsworld as much as him! Speaking of which, He was walking into the room right now. Edward had long hair with his curly hair being dyed neon green in the front. He wore a baggy green hoodie of the same color as his hair and dark maroon sweatpants. “Hey Yang.” he said as he walked through the door, “what are you doing?”

Yang lifted his head to greet Edward and smiled, his yellow teeth being shown. “Hi Cola! I was just scrolling through tumblr, I was gonna start animating soon..” Edward walks into Yang's bedroom and decides to take a seat on the bed. Then fizz said “you should draw Phil from bonus stage.. Please with a little cherry on top?” it clasped its hands together.

Yang sighed dramatically but couldn't help but chuckle “fine..” He said, pretending to be annoyed. Yang shut his laptop and reached for his sketchbook. He grabbed a pencil but it immediately fell out of his hands. “What the-?!?” Yang had finally noticed that his hands were no longer hands.. They were paws!

Both the boys' eyes widened, “When did that happen?!?” Edward asked. Yang shrugged then suddenly pointed at Edwards hands “Your hands are paws too! And so are your feet!" Yang laughed out. Edward looked down at his new paw pads and stood up to see his legs have bent to look like a cat's hind legs. “Yeah? Well you have whiskers and a nose!" Edward said back.

Yang reached up and felt a small button nose and fur growing on his cheeks. “What is even going on?!?" Yang yelped out as he began his tail growing behind him.

“Meow!” Edward said back then covered his mouth with his fluffy brown paws. “I don't know how that came out!” Edwards' ears began to disappear but were soon replaced with two cat ones popping out from under his hair. Yang tilted his head to convey his confusion as Edward began to shrink.

Edward tried to yell but it just came out as a high pitched meow. Yang began to laugh at Edward but soon after he began to shrink as well. In the end, they were both two cats sitting in Yang's room, looking at each other.

Yang had turned into an orange tabby who had blue eyes and short fur. Edwards had been turned into a fluffy brown Maine Coon who had white spots all over his fur. Yang jumped down from the bed to try to communicate with Edward. “Meow meow, meow?” Yang tried to speak but English couldn't leave his mouth. Edward walked around, trying to get used to walking like a cat.

While they looked at each other in silence, trying to figure out how to speak to each other and how this even happened, they both heard rustling under the bed. They can both hear a lot more than as humans and their tiny squeaks let them know that. Their ears twitch as they both look at the bed, then back at each other. Edward then goes down to wiggle and prepare to chase after the mouse under the bed. Well now that they are cats, fizz supposed that they might as well adapt until they can turn back to normal. It sucks that can't date all the random 30 year old men he wanted to, but he’ll work on that at a later date.

As Edward jumps under the bed and crawls out with a mouse in his mouth, Yang walks over and they share the mouse together. He can definitely be fine with staying a cat for a while. They will find a way to turn back into a human eventually which he totally wants to do… totally…