#fairydragon

[xluverihu]

more portals inspired art

[cookiehalo]

First piece of 2024! For @/Ghooostie on twitter & BlueSky :D

[usagi-zakura]

Random doodle turned into a faerie dragon

[idk-im-just-here-now]

Givin' ya some boops hope you don't mind- :)

I see the books and am gonna send some BACK

[figuringitoutasigoalong]

ReCon Mikey from Cabin 6 walks up and judges your character(s) for their crimes! What will you do?

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

(From @fairydragon for @tmnt-fandom-family-reunion for my Little Don 2003 AU. To be reblogged on @aquietwritingcorner as that is my writing blog and this one is my personal)

Donnie blinked at the creature that walked up to him, the eight-year-old not moving as it got closer. He wasn't sure what or who it was, but he didn't particularly like the way it was looking at him. But he didn't want to move and startle it either, although he was starting to feel like running away might be a good option.

Suddenly, hands scooped him up, picking up up and bringing him to rest against a plastron. Donnie looked up to see Leo, his big brother holding him protectively and making even eye contact with the creature. Donnie didn't say a word, not daring to interrupt the stare-off. Finally, though, the creature turned its head and walked away, and Donnie felt like he could breath again.

Leo kept watching, until the creature was far away, and then looked over at Donnie. "What was that all about?" he asked. "Are you alright?"

Donnie nodded, still holding on to his brother. "I'm fine," he said. "I just didn't know what to do. But I don't know what that was about. I'm not even sure what that was."

Leo hummed thoughtfully. "Well, I suppose if we need to know we'll find out. In the meantime, why don't we go back inside? I'm sure that with the prank wars ending, we're probably safer in there."

[osiriscraftworks]

Mystical creatures come alive in this stunning Fairy and Dragon Companion Diorama Sculpture Statue! Capturing the imagination of all ages, this unique figure is sure to spark conversations and bring a magical atmosphere to any room. With intricate details and a captivating design, this mythical creature statue is a wonderful addition to any collection.

[al-ma-48]

Week 34 - #petitfour

Yes, there is definitively a pattern here! Awakening in my hospital bed, I did not even bother to check the calendar. Guided by the hunger that had become my constant companion, and my usual curiosity, I headed straight for the exit of this enigmatic institution. My expectations were high, considering the delightful draconic delicacies that had awaited me outside for the past three times. And indeed, once more, a sweet bliss welcomed me outside. Yet nothing could have prepared me for this most wondrous sight. This week there was not only one, but an entire group of dragons. I supposed they were fey dragons, judging by their appearance and being smaller than my previous saviours. Each featured a unique design, yet everyone appeared as amazing and delicious as the next dragon. Using their magnificent wings, they were dancing just outside my reach. I concluded I needed to write this report to you. Once finished, they hopefully would feed me as their brethren did. Therefore, I will stop now and get my treats, as I can see them finally closing in on me.

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[threepandas]

Bad End, Chosen: Part 5

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The first time around, I gave EVERYTHING. I drove myself into the ground, to be my Master's perfect Learner. To prove it had all been WORTH taking me on as a student. So that he would be proud. So he would love me. So that, like a father, he could look upon the child he raised and think "I did a good job, didn't I?"

Even then, I felt his uncertainty.

His fickle heart.

He was a weak man. One that let a mere child bully him into glorified fatherhood and then could not even commit to the choice he had made. As substantive as a cloud, drifting aimlessly across the endless sky. He abandoned me then. He'll abandon me again. I am, at best, something he feels he is "supposed" to do.

He does not love me. He never loved me.

But I love him.

And some days... I hate that I do.

I hate that I spent night after night, pouring over excruciating texts in tiny font. Ancient, dusty, tomes that talked endlessly in circles. I hate that I practiced and practiced, until I could appear effortless before him. The star pupil. The gem of the tower. Dispised and envied by my peers. And... and so utterly, utterly ALONE.

I died.

I died, desperately holding up the tower itself. The only one even vaguely prepared. When The Dark came. I saw tears and terror on the faces of children. Saw the ceiling crashing towards us. And chose to protect THEM instead of myself. It was, perhaps, the first and last time they ever saw me as something human. Fallible.

I was afraid.

But I did not let that terror hold me back.

They tried. Gods, they tried so, so hard to save me. Wept and screamed as the world seemed to END around us. As day turned to night and monster straight from the worst nightmares of man, crawled from the screaming vents, the WOUNDS upon reality itself. The last thing I saw? Was not my Master's face. But the tear stained faces of children pouring everything they could, into taking the impossible burden that even in those moments? Was killing me.

I cracked apart. Overloaded by the core of the Tower, which I had been desperately channeling. It... it was like becoming light.

And then the world rewound.

I did not learn my lesson. I was still young. Did not yet fully understand. Like all Reincarnators I thought I was here for a REASON. It took time to fully grasp how things worked. But that second life? Even now... even now I miss it.

Because back then...

I made friends.

I was so GRATEFUL. Could not unsee, that when the horrors came? They did not abandon me. They didn't even LIKE me. But... but I wanted them to. So I tried. I talked with them. Ate with them. Told jokes and went on trips. Was young. I grew to care so, so much about them. My dear and beloved friends.

Then?

I got to watch them DIE.

Gruesomely. Slowly. And without hope.

Perhaps that was when my love and compassion for the Protagonist died. When my struggle with hatred began. Because while those I loved suffered in mud stained hells, trenches and bile stenched infirmary, she frolicked in rose gardens. Dreaming of girlish love.

What of Duty? Of the death and suffering she IGNORED? How DARE she selfishly concern herself only with her OWN feelings and desires, as the world that NEEDS her dies in fear and agony! What SAINT is she? What GODS allow this?!

Thus was born my Rage.

And so, I refuse my Fate.

But I've made a mistake. A... a terrible mistake. And even now, he circles me like a bird of prey, correcting my stance with hands that linger. A man that looms. Standing too close. Forever patting my head, fingers carding possessively through my hair. Gripping the strands to make me look at him. Always gentle... but with just enough strength to hint that he could NOT be, if he chose.

He manhandles me like a doll. Physically. With magic. It is all the same. Looking forever delighted at the ease at which he can simply drag me into the air with a hover spell. Like a child sized balloon. To be carted around at his mercy.

I barely SEE my actual Master.

Alaric enables it. I... I refuse to call him Grandmaster in my head. He's already gotten to me once. I can endure. I survived once. I can do it again.

"Is my lesson so boring? That you must retreat into your head, child?" More like horrifying. The scent of blood is overwhelming. I keep my eyes locked on the far wall. "Ignoring my lectures will not let you escape them. You are merely force yourself to repeat them, you know. I am perfectly willing to repeat your lessons as many times as it takes."

"Academically" studying The Dark my ASS. Alaric Blight had, HAS, a fucking torture chamber. These are the worst sort of magics. I REFUSE to learn them. Will NOT use them. FUCK YOU.

I give the poor corpse before me what little dignity I can. By not seeing what they have been reduced too. They deserved better then this.

Alaric huffs a laugh. Gently putting down his ceremonial knife on a nearby table. He wipes the viscera from his hands with a rag as he strolls, calm as you please, over to my helplessly floating form.

"Ah~ that stubborn little glare. So FUSSY, Grandlearner." He laughs, the picture of indulgence. "I suppose I HAVE kept you here a touch too long, haven't I? We've missed several meals AND your nap. You are a growing child. No matter how fascinating the material, I can hardly expect you to concentrate under these conditions, now can I?"

He reaks of copper and a rich cologne I have grown to HATE. If only because it is his favorite. I am gathered from the air and pressed against his front, held like a child. I... I still can not move my limbs. He is no fool. For all I am pressed, lovingly almost, against him? I would tear his throat out with my TEETH.

He will not be giving me that chance.

I dispise him.

I DISPISE "naps".

Bad enough to be dragged around in his company for lessons. At least then, I can remember his evil. The cruelty and crimes. But NAPS? Insidious. We're it not for the immobility, they would have done terrible things to my head, long LONG ago.

They are exactly what they sound like. I am dragged off, to be cuddled like some stuffed animal, in some beautiful and soothing environment. For a nap. Bonding. Just me, him, and my head pressed against his chest. Against the hypnotic sound of his beating heart. Fighting the exhaustion in my bones. The desire to just... just let GO and know a moment's peace.

We never make it to the garden.

An explosion ROCKS the Magic Tower. Over a decade too soon to be The Dark. Alaric stops misstep, his personal barriers keeping even dust from touching us, as in the distance, Mage's scream. The Tower's barrier...goes up.

It...it NEVER goes up.

That is the seige barrier. For... for ATTACKS. Who would!?

"Ah. I knew I was forgetting something." Alaric says, as calmly as though musing on the weather outside instead of an attack upon an ancient, foundational institution. "It seems the temple dogs have finally decided to act upon all their barking. I imagine their little whore will make a wonderful figurehead. They always WERE on the look out for more puppets."

I stare up in confusion as he looks out as the barrier. His gaze flat, empty, and cold. Voice is distant as his muses, as though he long ago stopped caring. He catches my gaze upon him and the warmth floods back in.

"You see, little one. I normally kill them. They tend to make a pest of themselves. I have a list of things I must get done each cycle." He smiles fondly, utterly ignoring the alarms that have begun to sound. The calls for all Master's to defensive positions. "It is something you will learn, with time. A lesson I, of course, will be teaching you~"

"Now, since THIS building will likely become useless to us shortly. Let us go pack, hmm? The story progress. It's time to go home." He turns, and we begin to walk away.

"W-Wait!" I manage to choke out.

He pauses, looks down at me, patient even as people die. What, after all, does HE care, if they do? I try desperately to gather my thought. It is like scrambling after dropped beads across a smooth floor. I think, I HOPE, I get enough...

"I... G-Grandmaster I li..LIKE learning here. With you. It feels more familiar and has better places to... to nap. Could you... WOULD you, PLEASE, go save everyone?" I manage to rip from my throat, each word like pulling a tooth. I hate it. I HATE IT! But for them? Anything.

"Oh? Grandlearner~! Was that a REQUEST?" Croons the madman who holds me, his grip getting tighter for just a moment before relaxing back into it's gentle hold. Lips, almost burning with power, brush softly against my temple in a kiss. He makes a horrifyingly satisfied noise. "Of course MY child. Anything for MY Grandlearner, after all. You are my world, little light."

The world twists.

And suddenly? I am floating safely in the shade of a tree, far across the valley from the Tower. I can... I can feel the struggling Master's. Fighting to hold off the Temple's holy warriors. It is a blood soaked standstill. Until Alaric Blight steps up to the field.

Then?

EVERYTHING IS FIRE.

He is The Arch-Mage of Red. Not just for his hair, but for his terrifying master of fire and battle magics. What once, moments before, was a sea of green? Becomes ash and flame in an instant. So hot the fire burns the very air itself. Bordering on plasma. The ground itself molten in his wake.

None survive. How could any even dream?

It is like a nuke made man.

I shake. Tears slipping down my cheeks as I watch old growth vanish in the distance. Centuries of life. Gone in a moment of ugly destruction. They will praise him for this. Call him a hero. But I know what he is. What hides beneath that ugly, shining, mask of a charm and civility. And... and I am scared.

A chirp of starlight and tinkling glass, high and questioning, hovers just to my right.

Fairy-dragons. A full swarm. Creatures the size of a cat with the power of a god. All but one, staring furiously down at the destruction in the valley below. They radiates furious grief at the loss of so much life and forest. But the one looking at me... feels? Questioning? Somehow?

Can they project?

I can only assume. I KNOW they can understand spoken languages. All dragons can. And as powerful as dragons ARE...

"Please... please! Help me!" I choke out, finally letting my tears spill. Because if I can not cry in front of dragons, then where? "I'm not strong enough. He's a MONSTER. I know you can feel it! Please! Just until I recover. Until I can fight. PLEASE!"

More of the tiny creatures look at me. Glance at each other. Then back towards where Alaric continues his destruction. Their destain for him is obvious. Their eyes as they look upon me, hold no special love. Just ambivalence. But... they are what they are. And they DO hate the sort of creature Alaric Blight has become.

With a tearing WRENCH the spell holding me is SHREDDED.

Painfully, in dragon claws.

In the distance, Alaric stops. No doubt feeling that. Knowing someone not only freed me, but ATTACKED HIM. The dragon that was worried for me touches my shoulder. And before my Grandmaster can ever discover WHO stole me away?

I am Gone.

I do not see the city of Towervalley, the magic tower itself, BURN.

[boots-with-the-fur-club]

Art by: @phoebepheebsphibs (Middle and bottom right), @the-golden-system (top left), @fairydragon (Bottom left), @pigeonsgrame2 (Top right) , and the Misa character from @littlemissartemisia (Bottom right)

“Did…..we do this?”

“We didn’t mean to! They just got sent here with us! We tried to stop them!”

“It’s not as if we had a choice to be here.”

“…..”

“Leo?”

“I….started another apocalypse.”

Even though it’s been amazing for me to see all the responses to the fear spores, the No Fun in Fungus boys are feeling a lot of guilt. Feel free to interact!

@daboyau

@tmntaucompetition

References for the edit/trace under read more!

[littlemissartemisia]

Misa wants you to know something! Very important!

@phoebepheebsphibs @boots-with-the-fur-club @smol-bean-boi13 @catarina-hamato @fairydragon @starry-eyed-adam

[allyheart707]

1,000 Followers Masterpost

Introduction/Rules Comic

Finished Plotlines:

Anon Interrogation

Big hug! by @cheetochild989

Want Beer? by @beetleviolet

*Flirt* by @chaos-potat

*Flirt* Part 2 by @chaos-potat

Game Night by @chimi-cat

Gifts and Affirmations by @mundayflowers

Mikey's Secret Keeping by @ccasey0

How is Carol doing? by Storyteller Anon

What do the janitors know? by @delicatechildwitch

Misa Escape by @littlemissartemisia

Hiero Bites Heishi by @riseleon

The Big Escape by @maybelinefox

WHERE ARE YOUR PARENTS?! by @i-am-a-living-god

Kitties and Bluey by @peoplepersonoaktree

Names by @b00tyyyshker9000

If I could sneak ANYTHING in, what would you want? by @driping-blue9000

Ones Still in My Inbox:

@banana-pancake5 , @friskyeee , @pinkcottonwood , @fairydragon , @riseleon , @devious-little-creature , @orangepawn39 , @risebabyx2

Thank you to all who participated in this project!! I will answer all the asks currently in my inbox and add onto the WIP stories soon! Sadly, these will be the last I will be for sure be answering! If you were working on an ask to send me please feel free to send it and if I do have time and energy I will attempt to answer them as well. For those who do not have anything already started, I would ask that you do not make them since I will likely not have the time to answer more! Thank you again this was SO MUCH FUN! :DDD

For the order in which I will answer them: I am going to focus on the WIP comics for a bit over the next few days. Attempt to finish those and then I will move onto inbox ones!

p.s if you have a better / more funny name for your plot line, feel free to suggest it and I will edit the post! :D

[xluverihu]

i love drawing melanies portals dragon what can i say

[languajix]

TMNT Fandom Family Reunion Counselor Boombox Playlist

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

@justalittleobsessed (cabin 15) and @languajix (cabin 14) have sent out asks requesting recommendations for the most annoying, ear-wormy, terrible songs for our Michelangelos to follow the counselors around with all day.

Presenting...

Counselors, we put a lot of work into this baby, so please at least click through and pretend like you appreciate the utter ARTISTRY of all of our collaborative music not-so-recommendations.

Special thanks to:

Cabin 1:

@thehermitwitch

@boots-with-the-fur-club

Cabin 2:

@littlemissartemisia

Cabin 3:

@kallmekathy

Cabin 4:

@trixanimations

@broken-slime-boi

@delicatechildwitch

Cabin 5:

@iobsesswaytoomuch

Cabin 6:

@fairydragon,

Cabin 7:

@actuallynobutwhynot

@curlyquest

@hitwiththetmnt

Cabin 9:

@cheetochild989

@likablemuffin

Cabin 10:

@misiahasahardname

@itzzaira

Cabin 11:

@misshowdoyoudo

@whyamiheretumbled

Cabin 12:

@turtlelinibubble

@riseleon

Cabin 13:

@jadetheblueartist

@reagi-df

Cabin 15:

@dnpanimationstudioclone

@belleyellsaboutturtles

For all their suggestions to make this playlist the absolute perfect way to torture our counselors for the Counselor Prank Event. Good job, everybody!

[tmnt-fandom-family-reunion]

Greetings, campers!

Now, in wake of our newest event, I'd say you all should grab your flashiest outfits, and perhaps your glitter gun-bearing Leo's.

Why, you ask?

The answer, my dear campers, is because our camp-sanctioned Fashion Show is upon us! And, no matter the Leo, nearly all have a flair for showmanship, and one for the dramatics. We know what they are.

Now, have fun, and REMEMBER!

The deliberate placing of glitter in the eyes of another camper is strictly prohibited. Other than that, all's fair in war.

Good luck!

Your representatives for this round are…

Cabin One: @thehermitwitch

Cabin Two: @idk-im-just-here-now

Cabin Three: @eyesoftheholder

Cabin Four: @delicatechildwitch

Cabin Five: @chxrrybomber

Cabin Six: @fairydragon

Cabin Seven: @sarahthewhat

Cabin Eight: @autumnmoon15

Cabin Nine: @cheetochild989 and @koolaidashley

Cabin Ten: @glitter-alienz

Cabin Eleven: @banana-pancake5

Cabin Twelve: @s1lv3reyez and @lara-cairncross

Cabin Thirteen: @djcarnationsblog

Cabin Fourteen: @languajix

Cabin Fifteen: @belleyells

Cabin Sixteen: @hyp3rsynthine and @aquietwritingcorner

- Moth

[n4radraw]

Designed Tallulah in Chayanne clothes for the sudden admin replacement. I have more ideas for an upcoming art about this aswell!

FairyDragon!Tallulah is my new way of drawing her!❤️

He's just really really tired

[justalittleobsessed]

The Wedding of the Cat-ury: A Purr-fect Union of Klunk Hamato and Klunk Splinterson

Mikey @justalittleobsessed from Cabin 15 and Mike @languajix from Cabin 14's Klunks are getting married! We're not kitten.

They're sure this will be a wedding to remember fur-ever!

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

This was it, the wedding of the cat-ury. Today, two cats were coming together in holy matrimony. It would be a beautiful sight, something no one would ever forget. After all, it wasn’t everyday that two cats got married. That didn’t stop the excitement of the event– having been the talk of the camp. Robotic doves had been flying around with wonderfully crafted invitations throughout the past week advertising the union of cats from two cabins, and now the day had finally come.

The whole beach was decorated with great care and detail: no expense spared. Rows and rows of chairs were lined on either side of a long, orange carpet that led up to an altar. The chairs all had large orange bows on them, with each seat having a bag of cat treats on it.

A large arch ran over the altar, decorated with orange flowers and various orange cat toys, and hung around the beach were fairy lights that twinkle.

As the guests file in they can take in the beauty of the setup, and… maybe the over-the-top decorations for a little cat wedding. Whatever. The people who were putting on this wedding must be serious about the event. And who was anyone to ruin such a joyful occasion?

Overhead speakers are hooked up, playing what sounds like a cat cover to “Marry You” by Bruno Mars on repeat. It can only be described as utterly romantic, of course.

Among the guests to arrive were the the Reptile Conundrum boys @fairydragon, Last of Us AU Mikey, Leo, Donnie, and April @thehermitwitch, as well as a very confused Reni @likablemuffin to be witnesses to the event.

Some guests bring presents too: 7 Wonders Mikey and Don @hitwiththetmnt and RTOT April and Little Leo @misshowdoyoudo eagerly bring gifts– something of which the Klunks will be sure to be most appreciative of.

Once the last of the guests file in the music dies down, the beach going silent as everyone holds their breath. Suddenly, Greyscale Mikey @broken-slime-boi and Smokey @belleyells walk down the aisle throwing out orange flower petals from baskets, before going to seats in the first row, waiting for the main event.

Soon after a wedding song starts playing (also a cat cover) over the speakers.

There’s some shuffling, and then everyone turns towards the back of the aisle. There, a one-armed turtle in a big orange dress sets down a cat – presumably one of the Klunks – who’s in a wedding dress. He appears to be crying. Pulling out a laser pointer, he slowly leads his cat up to the altar, picking the cat back up when he gets there. Again everyone turns their attention to the back of the aisle, where the other Klunk in a similar wedding dress is being set down by a turtle in an orange tux with a green tie. This cat is also led up to the altar with a laser pointer and picked up like its counterpart.

It’s then that a large turtle steps up behind them with a bowtie on – Don @clawsandpaws-creativearchive from Cabin 15 – looking ready to officiate the wedding. Don clears his throat, and everyone turns to face him. “Rrrrr. Click. Snort.” He says in turtle speak, and Smokey stands up, addressing the crowd. “Hey says that Mike and Mikey will hold their Klunks for the wedding, so they don’t kiss too early.” Then sits back down. Don did not, in fact, say that. Most at the wedding don’t know turtle speak, though. Both Mike and Mikey hold their Klunks a little closer– Mike’s Klunk pawing at his dress and Mikey’s making little mewing sounds which he attempts to shush with little success and then just gives up in favor of giving her kisses.

Don starts speaking again, all in turtle speak. Almost immediately Mike starts to sob, to which Mikey hands him over a handkerchief seemingly ready for this very moment. The Maid of Honor dabs at his eyes then blows into the cloth dramatically, then repeating the process. At the same time the Best Man fans at his eyes to keep the tears out, loudly crying: “My baby! Oh my baby is getting married!” as well as various incoherent sounds.

Both Mike and Mikey seem inconsolable. The Klunks look on curiously in their wedding dresses at their owners.

As the speech goes on the dramatics increase: at one point Mike drops to his knees, sobbing harder, and Mikey yells: “This is the end of an era!” while shaking his head and starting to sob as well. Don keeps on speaking as if nothing is the matter.

(Anyone who does know turtle speak throughout this speech would know that Don only says “Meow” in various tones that make them sound like different words. It’s fairly impressive. Most people still do not understand.)

“Click. Snort. Click.” Don ends with. Smokey stands back up, once again addressing the audience as both Mike and Mikey seem to pull themselves together. “He says ‘You may now lick the bride.’”

Mike and Mikey take their Klunks and smash their faces together. The cats seem unsure about the matter, pawing at each other until they’re pulled away. “Klunks Hamato-Splinterson everyone!” Smokey announces, and both Michelangelos hold their cats up to the crowd, followed by uproarious cheers.

The two run down the aisle, while the guests continue to cheer, showing their cats in their little wedding dresses as they go past. Eventually they run off and away, leaving everyone else. As they all start to leave, a sign points towards the other side of the beach:

😻❤️Reception this way!❤️😻

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The reception is every bit as cheerful and bright as the wedding had been. Everything was decorated in orange again – orange flower centerpieces on tables with orange tablecloths, a dance floor that was orange and green, and ribbons tied around random items with orange ribbons on them.

Once the guests had found their seats and had started eating (a variety of orange foods and drinks, of course), Mike and Mikey called everyone’s attention.

They sat on a raised platform with their own table– their Klunks in-between them and playing with cat toys in a little pen for all to see. Mikey taps his knife on his “champagne” glass, standing up along with Mike as the attention is diverted to them.

“As Best Man,” He points to himself and his very fashionable outfit, “And as Maid of Honor,” He gestures to Mike, who does a little twirl in his dress, “We have a few words we’d like to say.” One of the Klunks below hacks up a hairball in the momentary silence. Mike and Mikey don’t seem to be too concerned on the matter. “Ever since the day I gave birth to me dear Klunk–”

Mike shakes his head. “–you did not–”

“–from my own body, I knew the day may come that she would finally decide to leave the nest.” Mikey sniffles, pulling out a handkerchief from his other pocket this time to dab at his own eyes. “She was always such an independent girl, but I had hoped I could keep her close for awhile longer, ya know? But then… then Klunk met Klunk.”

Mikey scratches behind the ears of the cats as Mike continues on, “We both saw how they clicked. It was obvious from the beginning there was something special there. Not only did they start to find happiness with each other, but I was able to find my long lost twin.”

“It’s crazy how that works, isn’t it?” Mikey picks back up, Mike nodding in agreement. “Not only did they come together, but they brought us together too. I couldn't be happier to call Mike my twin-in-law.”

"It only seemed right, that the most adorable, most gentle, most-" Mike sobs, picking up where he left off in the wedding "Special little girl in the whole wide world would find an almost as adorable, gentle, and special girl to get cat married to." 

"Now hold on-"

Mike nudged Mikey with a grin, both of them smiling. “Now here we are, two months later. Mikey, I couldn’t be happier to call you my twin-in-law either. To all the days to come…” Mike holds up his glass.

“…and to all the memories we’ll make!” Mikey adds. “Cheers to Klunks Hamato-Splinterson!” They both finish at the end, taking long sips from glasses as everyone around them also shows their joy.

A few minutes later both Klunks are brought to the dancefloor, which soon gains a crowd around it for the married couple’s first dance. Setting them in the middle of the floor, both the Maid of Honor and the Best Man pull out cat toys as music starts to play.

With the start of the song, both boys move the cat toys around to the beat, making their cats follow in a slow dance. Although at first not clear, it’s easy to hear now that it is another cat cover to a song. As cats sing “Lover” by Taylor Swift, the kitties move around each other, although soon seem to forget the toys in lieu of playing with the other.

Soon enough everyone is invited to the dance floor, where a variety of cat cover songs plays well into the night.

“Thank you for coming!” Mike waves as everyone leaves, holding up his Klunk one last time.

Mikey does the same, although it's more clear on his Klunk how her dress is askew and a little tattered in some places from the newlyweds playing and dancing with each other. “And don't forget to thank all of our amazing counselors for footing the bill and offering to do clean up! This wouldn't have been possible without you!”

This truly has been a joyous occasion, and we thank everyone who came (and miss the ones who couldn't)!

Congratulations to the happy couple!