#may return to this later

[strayheartless]

Might do some with this later, but for now I just need it out of my head:

**general plot idea is that Cloud was taken as a subject for testing, because they thought he was forgettable. Zack noticed, but after years of searching they only find him when they’re instructed to aid the R&D department with an escaped sample.

Warning for: blood and gore, also Hojo death, though that’s not likely “upsetting” to anyone**

By the time they got to the lab the place is a massacre sight. Bodies strewn from one end of the burning room to the other; blood decorating the walls like some kind of perverse paint job. Angeal covered his nose and mouth against the smell of burned flesh; the scent nauseating in the extreme.

Next to him Sephiroth lowered Masumune slightly, coming out of battle stance. There was no need for it here, any threat they could have eliminated had been taken care of. Angeal wondered about the mess they would find further in and swallowed against another wave of nausea.

“He cannot have done this himself,” Seph muttered, toeing a body over to find that the hole in the bodies chest was more than an exit wound. Somebody had put their whole fist through the persons chest.

Genesis sheathed his blade and came to stand by the general.

“All evidence to the contrary,” he said and crouched to check another body for a pulse. Nothing. They were all dead it seemed.

A whimper of distress sounded behind Angeal and the man turned to look at Zack. The boy had brought up the rear, making him the last to witness the mess. He wondered if he should have kept him out of the room for this.

Zack stumbled forward a little at the sight, clapping his hands over his mouth more in shock than repulsion. There was no doubt repulsion was there, but the shock won out every time.

He shouldn’t be strong enough to do this, he thought. I’ve trained him. I’ve fought him. He… he couldn’t.

“What did they do to him?” He says out loud.

Genesis stands back up, and crosses to him. He places a hand on Zack’s hip and kisses his temple.

“We’ll find him pup,” he murmurs into Zacks hair. “I promise,”

“The question is, how exactly will we find him?” Sephiroth surveyed the area, looking for doors, openings, anything to indicate where the blonde had gone. “If I were to make an educated guess, I’d say he’s stronger than all of us. He will not be easily subdued.”

Zack flinched. “We can’t kill him!” He cried, “Seph please he’s probably terrified, he do-“

Angeal cut him off with a raise of his hand.

“We are not suggesting that Zack, Seph only meant it may be hard for him to realise he can trust us. We may need to knock him out.” He placed a hand at Zack’s back, placing a little pressure to get him moving.

Genesis took his hand too. It warmed Angeal to know that his lovers were finally finding their ground, even if it was in the wake of tragedy and terror.

Sephiroth led the way through the bodies to the large garage door at the end of the room. The buttons were tacky with blood. Sephiroth hoped for all their sakes it was a sign that they were on the right track.

Past the door lay a long hallway and a single trail of blood along the floor. He was hurt. They needed to hurry.

The emergency lights above them cast an eerie red haze in front of them, making the trail look almost black in the odd light. There little sound coming from in front or behind them, but Angeal suspected they would not be able to hear much anyway bast the blare of the intruder siren.

As they crept along the passage, they saw more and more clear signs that the person they were looking for had been here. Sticky red hand prints and broken boxes and carts littered their path. It was clear that he was growing panicked, frustrated even. But why had he turned from the exit? He had been so close, why turn back after you were basically home free?

The answer it seemed came when they came to the next set of doors.

“Beyond here is the stasis lab. It is where professor Hojo keeps his more… violent subjects.” Sephiroth placed his hand on the release lever.

“Lover,” Genesis whispered, “remind me to kill that vermin if we do not find him dead already.” Sephiroth huffed a humourless laugh.

“Duly noted.”

Seph pulled on the lever and the door went up. Angeal wished it had stayed shut.

In front of them was a scene worse than the one they had left behind. More blood than he thought it possible to be contained in the human body washed the floor like a tidal wave had sped through here; bodies were not just strewn, they were hung and dismembered. Some hanging from wires, some their clothes. All looking like there was not a fight they could put up that would have saved them.

And in the middle of it all…

Hojo.

He’d been strung up like he was crucified. A martyr. A criminal. The bringer of a new age.

Whoever had done this had clearly thought the irony amusing. Angeal shuddered.

“Do we cut him down?” Zack whispered, barely audible against the incessant wailing of the alarm.

Angeal turned to Sephiroth. The mans eyes were locked on the scene before him. Taking a step forward, he lay a hand on the generals back.

“Seph,” he said it like a question. It didn’t just mean are you alright, it meant it is your call, he is your tormentor, your father. Sephiroth took a deep breath.

“Leave him,” he croaked. “Why show honour to a man who did not afford others the same courtesy?” And with that he he looks away and kept walking.

The next room was not so horrific. A few monster remains, a few guns without owners. But nothing on the level of before. The further they got, the more distant the alarms became, until eventually they were nothing more than static.

Room upon room of medical chairs and equipment. Terminals with cracked screens and notebooks splattered with traces of blood.

The drag marks on the floor told them that he had dragged the bodies into that room. He had displayed them, proudly. Or was it a warning? Come closer and this is your fate, come closer and I will show no mercy…

We’re they really rescuing him at this point? What would they find further in? Angeal worried he would have to brake his promise to Zack and he could see from the grim set of his mouth that Genesis feared it too.

Again they traversed the hallways, again they found much of the same, until they came to the main stasis room.

Inside sat a large holding tank filled with Mako water. It gurgled away quietly into the silence of the room. Inside it floated what Angeal could only really describe as a large cat/dog looking thing. A flame was lit, inexplicably, at the end of its tail as if it were not submerged.

Yet it was the body in front of the tank that interested them the most.

He was slender, lean, and small. His vertebrae clearly defined without a curve to his back as he sat with his butt between his folded legs, like he’d crumpled rather than sat. He was covered in blood, but they’d expected that. Shaking slightly from the cold, as he sat in nothing but his underwear and panting from clear physical exhaustion.

Angeal watched cautiously as Zack let go of Genesis’s hand and crept forward. He poised himself to spring out and grab him if if the body were to attack. Next to him Genesis and Sephiroth readied their weapons.

Zack threw out a hand to stay them.

“Cloud?” He called softly. “Cloudy? It’s me, it’s Zack…”

No response. Not even a flinch at his name.

“It’s okay sunshine, we’re not here to hurt you. We just want to take you home.”

Nothing.

Zack crept forward, all but having to date himself to reach out and touch Clouds shoulder.

“Zack,” Angeal warned, and pulled buster off of his shoulder, ready for a fight.

Except Cloud only reached up to place a hand on the tank, leaving a tacky red mark on the glass.

“Get him out,” he whispered. Zack barely heard him.

“Cloud did you hear me?” He asked, not sure what Cloud would want with what was clearly one of Hojos pet projects.

“Get him out,” he said louder and Zack flinched at the change. “He’s just a kid, let him out! Let him out!”

Cloud was yelling now, banging on the glass, clawing at the seals futilely trying to get in at the thing.

Zack looks wildly back at them, springing them into action. Genesis and Sephiroth moved to the control panels, while Angeal replaced buster at his back and got ready to pull back the pressure seal.

“Levels steady, proceed with draining.” Gen commanded.

“Draining commenced, stand ready Angeal.” Sephiroth ordered. “Zack go and grab some sheets. Anything we can use to soak up the Mako.”

Zack hesitated, looking desperately between his lovers, Cloud and the tank. What was going on?

“Zack,” Seph snapped. “We will stay with Cloud, do as I’ve ordered.”

This gets him moving and Angeal returns his attention back to readying at the door. As the last of the Mako drains away, the sound of the airlock releasing hisses into the air.

“Now Angeal,” Genesis nods at him slightly, eyes still on the creatures vitals.

Angeal pulls. The door begins to roll open slowly, inch by inch.

On the floor Cloud has moved, clawing his way into the tank, getting toxic Mako directly on his skin, burning himself. But he doesn’t seem to care. He puts all his efforts into dragging the creature out, whispering a string of shhh I’ve got you’s and I’m sorry I came as fast as I could’s

Zack came bustling back into the room ladened with curtains and bed sheets from the medical wing next door. He collapsed next to Cloud quickly as the others crouched by them too.

Genesis grabbed a sheet and cast it over the lion like body. He began rubbing it against the fur roughly, soaking up the Mako as best he could. Angeal and Sephiroth moved to rub down his legs and mane.

“What is it?” Zack asked slightly stunned as he moved to wrap one of the bed sheets over Cloud who was petting at the things muzzle and whispering encouragement to wake up. He casts a hazy look at them all and it’s clear that everything that lay behind them was only half clouds conscious doing. Zack doubts he remembers his own name.

“He is is just a kid.” Cloud slurs somewhat, “and his name is Nanaki”

Zack holds up his hands in defence, “sorry, sorry. It’s just… how did you know he was here?” He leans forward to get a good look at Nanaki’s face.

“Gaia told me.” That pulled them all up short.

“What?” Genesis asked, leaning back to look at Zack’s friend.

“I can’t explain it,” Cloud slumped slightly and Angeal watched Zack hurry to support him. “I heard her in my dreams, when Hojo put me to sleep. She told me how to find him. She showed me his dreams.”

They all stared at him curiously. They were glad he was safe; that he was alive. But hearing the Goddess? What if Hojo had broken him irreversibly.

Cloud slumped further into Zack.

“I’m not- I’m n-not Lyin-“

He passed out.

****

Hm. What to do…?

[shoot-i-messed-up]

Was always worried about the angst of unrequited love, had never realized the sheer amount of comedic potential that it has.

Imagine one-sided Superbat where Clark is fully aware that Bruce has a crush on him but is being his repressed self about it, and Clark is just like, “I’m not gonna touch that :) you’re going to figure that out for yourself, buddy, and in the meantime, I’m just going to have a good time and be best friends with you as you inevitably pull yourself together enough to either fall out of love or to confess :) and I’ll just let you down gently because I care about you :)” but he absolutely 100% is using it to his advantage in the meantime. His puppy dog eyes had never been so effective before. He’s gotten out of Monitor Duty three times in the past month.

[tales-of-the-ghost-zone]

The anti ecto laws go into effect just before S2E2 “Doctors Disorders”. So when Danny’s entire class, including Sam and Tucker, becomes sick with ghost flu and start exhibiting ghost powers, the GIW swoop in and cart all the sick kids off to a GIW facility. They claim the kids are all ecto contaminated and therefore fall under the anti ecto laws! And the GIW aren’t concerned with trying to help the kids get better. Instead they’re experimenting on them. Danny knows he can’t get into the GIW facility to rescue them on his own without getting captured. So he does the only thing he can do, he goes to the Justice League for help.

The Justice League, and the Justice Dark are all together in the watchtower for a meeting when Danny shows up. He’s an absolute mess because his friends and classmates have all been taken by the GIW. And he latches onto the first person in the room that he sees. Which just so happens to be Batman. Now Batman has a sobbing hysterical ghost child clinging to him! Everyone is super confused. It takes them half an hour to calm Danny down enough that he can explain what the problem is.

When they find out about the anti ecto laws and what the GIW have done they are all horrified and pissed!! They immediately set out to rescue Danny’s classmates. And if they just so happen to accidentally destroy the GIW facility along the way well none of them are to broken up about it. After the kids are all rescued, cured from the ghost flu, and returned to their parents, the Justice League sets out to get the anti ecto laws repealed. They reveal to the whole world just what the GIW did to a whole class of innocent human children while using the anti ecto laws as cover to do it! The whole world is outraged! It only takes two days for the laws to be repealed, and for the GIW to be permanently disbanded.

A few days later Danny Phantom does a live tv interview where he answers questions about ghosts and the ghost zone. He hopes that this will help people better understand ghosts and their true nature.

[citrine-elephant]

halloween awoo rawr hiss smooch

[a-minke-whales-tale]

I Never was a Therian

I have for years felt unwelcome in the therian community because of being a clinical zoanthrope. Although some individuals would be kind to me and reassuring, still many places simply would not allow those like me, or if I was allowed I was always on the edge and would have to make it known to everyone that I knew my experience was delusion and was not real in the way the experience of -real- therians were. It took many years to feel that I was even allowed to use the term therian for myself, still I always would have that doubt if I was actually welcome.

Sometimes it feels that maybe the tide might be shifting a bit - we are not outright rejected as often as we used to be. Still though, even when we are accepted it is still always under the requirement that we make it known our experiences are delusion and not real. At still it is nearly every day I am reminded how many therians think we do not belong - how many therians think we should not even have our own communities or spaces. It is nearly every day I see somewhere people concern trolling us, how we need to be in therapy, on medicines, put into hospitals as though those are not things almost all of us actively deal with. I hear how people think we need to constantly be brought back to reality and not have out delusions validated (by which they mean simply being in spaces with other CLCZs, spaces we can talk and be ourselves and support each other).

I want to believe that the humans would someday accept us into their communities - that we could somehow reconcile with them. I know it is only a few humans who hurt us directly. But so so many support the things done to us, including so many therians. We do not belong, that has been made clear to me time and time again. I am too animal for the humans, and yet also too animal for the therians. I do not think I want to call myself therian anymore, or try still to cling to that label.

So many therians seem fundamentally interchangeable to humans to me, just wearing a (normally) fuzzy coat. Many therians would baulk at that comparison - indeed in discussions of misanthropy so often people bring up that you simply cannot tell. And therein lies the problem; when you look up and the person standing over you - another in the long line that have hurt you before - in the shadow of the sun's glare, I cannot see that bit of fur, and they look to me the same. -and in the end, the result is no different. The humans are in charge and I have to obey them, even if that human feels sometimes as animal. I am sure this will probably upset a number of therians, but then I never -was- a therian, the community has made that much clear.

[patchworkcuddlebug]

Surface Tension

A Tea Dolls Story.

The witch's... no, bad doll.

Miss's study was very different from what Honey was expecting. It always imagined that when Sugar disappeared behind the door, it was in some arcane laboratory, conferring with Miss between beakers of strange magical liquid and scraps of rune-scribbled papyrus.

Instead, it was more like... a lounge. Of course, there was a crystal ball, but it was in a den surrounded by antique sofas. The tablecloth on the desk was adorned with ring-shaped stains, barely visible under the plant that had overtaken most of the desktop long ago. There were vintage softcore pin-ups hung on the walls wherever there was space between the trinket-filled bookshelves and the large window that oversaw the backyard.

Honey hesitated in the doorway, unsure of what to feel. All this time, Miss had been so... ephemeral. Sugar was always the one to confer with her directly, orders and schedules relayed secondhand, as she always seemed so busy. They had talked, of course, but mostly in the forms of reflexive praise for a job well done. This is the first time it's truly... conversed with her.

The cornerstone of its purpose, the centre of all its desires, the reason to be. The need to be a good doll.

The witch placed herself down on one of the couches in her expansive room, reclining in the corner as she beckoned Honey over. "Oh, would you be a darling and close the door before you sit?"

The doll acted without thinking, gently shutting the door. For some reason, 'you' didn't feel wrong. It didn't have the creeping sense of inappropriateness, that sense that things shouldn't have such a sense of individuality. It brushes it off as the witch's, no, as Miss's magic before moving on. Bad d-

"Thank you very much, Honey."

Its thoughts dissolved as Miss's words trickled down its skin, saturating its mind. Without further thought, it sat just next to Miss.

Honey has no idea how to behave. It understands curtsy, the politeness essential to its being, but... it's on a couch, with Miss's arm just a nudge away from resting on its shoulders. It stared forward, posture locked, not wanting to risk overstepping a boundary by leaning against her body and staring into her eyes. "Are you going to fix this one, Miss?"

"Oh, darling, do you mean changing you?" She takes on a sympathetic tone, clearly sensing the apprehension behind Honey's reserved disposition. "I love all my dolls just the way they are, I don't have the heart to make you something else..."

The doll tried to keep itself from reacting, but their was a clear drop in its posture as it tried its best not to sound like it was protesting. "Miss, this one is just an object, you have every right to treat it as you please, it can handle-"

"Shush." She said with a playful flirtation, Honey's lips instantly wrenching shut. "That means I can choose to make you change yourself, can't I?"

Her relaxation is tucked away, smoothly and elegantly, as she shifts her position. She's giving Honey her full attention. "I'd like to know how you've been feeling. Please tell me everything you're comfortable with."

Honey marvels for just a moment, at... her. Her totality. Her posture, the effortless way she holds herself to be so inviting and welcoming. Her words, like fine wine from a bottle, enveloping like a warm blanket, enough to make one melt. Even her clothes, a simplistic dress with a sheer cloak and the witch's hat framing her beautiful face...

The doll shakes from its momentary distraction.

"This one has been struggling, Miss." It relented with a banal seriousness. It wanted to resist, its instincts telling it to downplay and deny and tell Miss that everything was perfect thanks to her. But it couldn't lie. Not to her.

"This one wants to be a good doll. It really, really does. It's all this one wants." Honey finds its gaze naturally falling, pulling its limbs inward to try and console itself. "But it makes so many mistakes, and they all feel so serious. Every mistake fills it with so much guilt, and shame, and... it lingers on those mistakes until it can't take it anymore."

If Honey looked up, it would see Miss with nothing but positive regard. No pity, no hesitance, just.. a compassionate engagement, attentiveness, and just a little relief.

"That must be so awful..." Miss shook her head. "Nobody deserves to be haunted like that."

Seeing Miss upset, it spoke up, as it figured a good doll would. "It's okay! The thoughts can be intense, but they help this one-"

"No, they don't." Miss leans just a little forward, keeping her intensity low. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but... I promise they don't. Being without them wouldn't make you a bad doll, would it?"

Honey stammered for just a second. "Well... this one would do its best no matter what for you, Miss. But, it has to care about its mistakes, or else it'll be a much worse doll." The doll spoke matter-of-factly, but with an inquisitive undertone, ready for Miss to correct it.

"Can we cuddle, darling? That's a question, not a command."

The doll blinks in surprise. There's a longing in Miss's voice, and tenderness in her desires. It complies, as a good doll... no. It accepts her offer. She said it was just a question.

There's a hesitation as it leans into the witch, whose arms are outstretched and accepting. Gentle, with rapt caution, it places its head into the crook of her chest. Miss gladly accepts it, letting her arm lay on its shoulders and hold it tight.

The witch is sure to chose her words carefully. "The others are good dolls, aren't they? They don't need to be nearly so unkind to themselves."

Yes, but... there's a rebuttal, there has to be, or else all this anguish would be for nothing. What if it-

"There's nothing wrong with you, either." She places her head against the doll's, nuzzling closer. The doll feels its Miss sigh with relief at their proximity, and all urges to correct her fade. "You're not uniquely evil, or broken, or bad."

Honey... couldn't bring itself to respond. It didn't know what to say. Deep down, it knew all of this. That its thoughts were extreme. But when faced with its mistakes, the disappointment of others, they just flood in and demand attention. Why is she doing this? Why can't she just take out the part of its core that makes it this way?

Miss gives a wistful sigh, pulling away from the doll without releasing it. "Could you look at me, darling?"

The doll does as Miss says. Honey looks at the witch. Her eyes are so... big, and beautiful. Like a deep, sprawling cavern, filled with crystals and sparkling rivers. It feels itself being pulled in, like its very gaze is being enveloped.

Her name is Camellia. It didn't know that before.

"Could you try and think of somebody you don't like? Someone annoying or mean. It might help you to imagine your bad thoughts as coming from them."

Honey didn't dare. Good dolls "Have feelings. There's nothing wrong with reasonable distaste towards another. I trust you."

Honey blinks, taken aback. It... believes her. Honey starts to wonder how she knew what it was-

"Magic, darling."

The doll nods.

It starts to think of its past. Its time as a human. It never had much attention in school, positive or negative. The only time eyes seemed to be on it was when it made a mistake, the judgment lingering like a foul odour. It was not torture; their eyes would quickly move on.

There were some familial hardships, but no bad blood. It let its parents down as all offspring would, and they would be much too lenient. They would make their feelings known, never out loud, and they would never offer punishment. Every infraction would just be silently moved on from, as if it never happened.

It thought of its job, of its boss. He gave basic... if it could be so bold, insufficient direction. It would often have to rely on assistance from its coworkers when on assignment, making it feel ill-equipped and ashamed. They didn't say anything, but it was interrupting their cleaning duties, it simply had to be a bother.

"Oh, Honey..." Camellia couldn't help but pull her doll in for a hug. "You didn't deserve any of that. I'm so sorry, darling, I wish I had known sooner..."

Honey wanted to struggle against the embrace, but it couldn't bring itself to. A doll wouldn't dare fight against Miss... even if it wanted to. It simply had no choice but to melt into her, letting itself relax in her embrace.

"It's..." it struggled to summon the nerve to speak against Miss. "It's not a big deal, Miss, really. Please don't worry about it, it..." as it spoke, it found its arms fitting around Miss in turn, reciprocating the embrace. "It's not nearly as bad as it could've been."

"Yes darling, exactly. That's why it's so awful." The witch let her eyes close as she rested her head against the doll's. "You were never taught to have closure. Everyone let you fester in your own mistakes, so now all you can do is let them intensify. No wonder dollhood is so hard on you."

Honey was silent. It didn't know how to react to that. It had always just accepted that this is how its life was, never stopping to consider its effects. It was as if a new dimension opened up to it.

She was right. It didn't know emotional closure. Things left unsaid, fizzling out, ignored. Sugar's thoughts and Cinnamon's feelings and Ginger's past and Lemon's secrets. It would never know the true extent of its failures, their impact, the other's actions and reactions. No matter how much the pressure of failure after failure would build, there was never release. Of course it would start to break.

It's... welling up. It didn't know dolls could cry. It shouldn't be that awful, it never felt like in the moment that there was ever something to cry about. But now that it all lays in the past, built-up over the years as a person and the weeks as a doll, all it could do was desperately hold back from staining Miss's dress.

It buried its head into Camellia's chest, desperate to hide its face. It didn't know what to do to make it better. It couldn't apologize, or clean its mess. All it could do was hold off from crying, making itself useful. For just a moment, its emotions faltered, and it cursed Miss for being so cruel as to make it learn such an awful thing about itself.

Miss cradled it in her arms, and gently and compassionately as one could. She was silent, only at first. "It's okay, you're okay. I promise I'll never let such awful things happen again. You deserve to know."

It deserves to know.

It heaved as the tears started to fall. All it could do was bask in its feelings as everything finally released. It spent a very long time crying, just letting Miss hold it and caress its hair before it finally got it all out of its system. Finally, it could steady its sobs, its throat hoarse. Its face was wet, red, and relieved.

All the while, Camellia never let go. She never wanted to leave something unsaid again, making it perfectly clear how she felt with every second snuggled close. It wasn't long before the doll, now emptied, faded into stillness in her arms. The witch let it rest.

It was a long and loving embrace before the witch's thoughts drifted back to the matter at hand. With a single, soft "Excuse me, Honey?" the doll groggily lifted up its head. At some point, they seemed to have laid down together, with the doll using Miss as a bed.

"If you ever find yourself overwhelmed with your thoughts again, stressed out by the need to be a good doll... seek one of us out. Me or the dolls." Camellia let her hands rest on Honey's back, still holding the same embrace. "We'll tell you the honest truth about what you've done, and explain what reaction we would have. Would that help?"

Honey remembered moments where its thoughts were at their worst. When it ruined Miss's dinner, and wanted nothing more than to run away and apologize and accept some sort of punishment all at once. The pain, the guilt, the regret, all filtered through the lens of peer-review. It would be deeply vulnerable, but... it would know.

The doll let its head softly thump to the side, landing against Miss's chest. "Yes, Miss. Thank you, Miss."

. . . . .

The doll looked down into Miss's vintage water pitcher. One of the teabags left to seep overnight slipped from the rim, one of the many teabags partaking in the cold brew now floating without a lifeline.

Honey holds its newly-repaired thumb joint in its other hand, Miss's alternative to letting it near its teeth, as options rushed through its mind. It couldn't just reach in. It just washed its hands, and the others didn't deserve to taste soap in their tea. It could try to fish it out with something, uselessly dirtying a utensil due to its mistake. Bad doll.

Deep breath in, deep breath out. Closure.

Honey peaked its head out, to where the others were gathered. It hadn't been long since Honey stepped away to grab the tea. "Excuse this one," it walked towards them with the tea, careful not to spill it. "but how extreme of a mistake is losing a teabag's string in the pitcher?"

The others were flippant, but not dismissively so. It was a reassurance. "Completely negligible." "Like, zero out of ten?" "Aren't they left in iced tea anyway?" and a soft shake of the head.

"...Thank you all." The doll felt its shoulders relax. Something completely unworthy of scorn. It stood at the table, beginning by pouring for Sugar. "Lapsang souchong tea. It's known for its polarizing smokey flavour, so don't be afraid to sweeten it."

"Isn't that a black tea? Is that one ...going to be okay?" Lemon tilted its head, moving its glass closer to the edge of the table for convenience's sake.

"Honey's adjusted rather well to its dollhood." Sugar kept a collected disposition as it patiently waited for the others to be served. "This one trusts that it'll handle itself much better."

Cinnamon flinches away from its straw, quickly swallowing the sip it had in its mouth. "Mmf, sorry, that... wow." It looked over to Ginger, who had just finished adding its fourth spoonful of sugar. It leans in close to the other doll with a smirk of endearment. "Yeah, this one hears it." It playfully begrudges as it begins adding the sugar to Cinnamon's tea instead.

Its duty finished, Honey places the pitcher in the middle of the table as it takes its seat. With a tentative curiosity, it leans in, bringing the straw to its mouth. It winces.

"It... may need some additives, to be to this one's tastes." Without meaning to, Honey starts to smile. It's not perfectly polite, with a self-satisfied flash of teeth to the others, but the sincerity is unmistakable. "But... this one did a very good job anyway. It's very proud of itself."

[vampyrebellion]

Ball outfits I wanted to make for William and Alecdora because I thought it would be fun teehee

[stabbyfoxandrew]

For the character ask game--would you do #4 for Kevin, Neil, and Andrew (separately or as a group...)?

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

Okay, because I'm absolutely insane I looked over at the shelf beside my desk and saw my Green Creek books... And now I desperately need an AU where they're all werewolves. I think they would all kill each other possibly. BUT it would be good. : )

If you don't know anything about Green Creek... Sorry, but also go read it. TWT

Like kandreil are a tiny pack, okay? Andrew met Kevin after Kevin escaped from the Moriyamas and Kevin is a young Alpha. Andrew's a werewolf but his foster family are not aware in the slightest. But Andrew (a beta who is currently looking for a reason to leave anyway because Drake Spear exists) goes off with Kevin. They're a tiny pack.

After a while of becoming each other's everything they find Neil, another runaway and also an Omega. He's been on the run so long he's losing his humanity. They want him to join their pack but he's afraid to, doesn't know how to be part of a pack.

They agree that Neil will hang around for a while but isn't actually Pack. (He slowly becomes Pack.) And there's a confrontation where Riko shows up looking for Kevin, because of course. Andrew and Neil kick his ass. : )

Uh eventually they wind up finding out that Andrew has a twin and a cousin because they stop in a small town in Oregon (Green Creek) and Aaron is at the diner where Nicky works, studying for finals— Aaron's still becoming a doctor. And it's all very much to deal with. Cue angst and shit. And kandreil end up mates, yippee. : ) Idk where Jean is. Sorry baby.

ANYWAY, werewolf kandreil. That is all. :^)

Thanks for the ask anon!<333

[clankit]

In honor of pride month, here's some Perry x Doofenshmirtz art my friend did in our college dining hall a few years ago. love wins ❤️

[askbanishedknight]

Have this random cinnamonroll papercraft cuz it reminded me of your king

Banished Knight eyes soften as he hold it.

"...It does evokes thoughts of my Lord..."

He then hold it close, a tear spill out of his eye.

"...I am truly sorry, Your Majesty... ...It weighs heavily on my heart that I couldn't protect you as I wished..."

Soft sobs start to come from him as he continue to hold it close.

[soapsinthebox]

Sona scribbles

[otterlykath]

Small reference sheet for my furry Majima Au design 🐶🔪

[sunflowers-and-scales]

i’m approaching 300 follwowers and though ik that like. doesn’t really matter here. would any of yall be interested in a dtiys/maybe contest thing when i do reach it? :3 i used to do that on pinterest and it was always fun :DD

[ao-xingyume1987]

So, we lie here in silence Just lie here in silence Yes, it's normal people things Just to lie here in silence

[cicadidae-tm9899]

been playing clangen almost constantly, so i made solid designs for some of my favorite cats from NectarClan

the base is by reevees on DeviantArt, and the pixelated designs are from the clangen game

[thevikingwoman]

I love him so much

All Saint's Wake dress up fun, great for those without mods to emote our faves I was so happy he was an option