Well spindles shedding AGAIN and really mad at me because I lint rolled him bc his fur was getting everywhere
He's now an upset long loaf but he's accepting pets 😔
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i did not fully catch the description of elsie's transformation bc i was so giddy it was happening but the idea of so many different kinds of animals all trying to manifest and rip out of your skin at once is. horrific. and awesome.
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Finally got my hands on more colors so I was able to finished this bastard 💜💋
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🐺- Let Bertha be a werewolf ✧∘* ✧・゚
At first, she thinks it's the virus in her blood. Bertha's body itches all over like there's something under her skin. Her jaw aches. She feels hot all over; too hot. Cooking in her uniform. A shudder runs down her spine and through her limbs- the skin rippling and expanding beneath her clothes. The uniform gives no room for such things; she claws at it desperately to relieve the pressure that's building under the shiny, dark fabric. Only distantly does she register that the clothes literally shred beneath her hands, or that her fingers have grown longer than they're supposed to be. Her nails are longer as well. Sharper.
She opens her mouth to scream, but no sound comes out. No sound can come out. Her throat, her vocal cords; everything that allows for a scream is ripping apart and stitching back together. All of her organs are reshaping to better fit with the form her body is taking. Internally everything is failing. Cells dying and regrowing. Her body is stretching and everything inside must become smaller because of it.
Her limbs feel pulled tight in every direction, stretching as her feet and hands become less human. Her skin doesn't rip apart. It rots off of her. The cells all die off, replaced by new growth as the old slithers off her body and onto the floor. The new skin is impossible to see under the thick, fresh, yellow-gold fur.
Bertha's silent, open mouth bleeds as her teeth are pushed out by new, sharper teeth that better slot into her elongating face. There's a cracking, popping sound as her bones rearrange.
By the time it's over she is panting. Her voice is deepened. Her muscles give tiny twitches beneath her fur, as if settling into themselves. Here eyes, large and icy blue, dart around the room. Everything looks different; the colors are wrong, but she can't remember how it's supposed to look. Everything is too loud. And the smells; it's all too much to process. Her nostrils flare as she takes it all in with deep breaths. Her tongue, now longer, hangs from her opened maw. It feels too long. The triangular ears on her head twitch. She isn't sure whether she's about to pass out or throw up.
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Body like a bread roll
Ass like a potato
She is filled with cheese, and yogurt, and ham
Her markings are eccentric
Her behaviour quite demented
She is just a kitty. My baby. My bean <3
*To the tune of "Body Like a Back road"*
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My dogs have started to recognize that after they eat dinner, if I get up with a purpose, they know I’m going to take them for their “sprints.” That is, I take them out to the field and let them run like mad until they drop. Whole lot of excited wiggles for that.
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