In which the flist is making me into a furry--again
Hope this bring some warm fuzzies. It's like half the fuckin' flist has had some absolutely horrible nightmares last night. I had one where I had to repeatedly shoot Noki--and cried for like an hour after waking up, because it was so fucking real and horrible. No, you don't want long dreams where every morning you have to put a bullet to your beloved pet and watch it squirm and bleed and look up at you with love still in its eyes and not understanding why you are hurting it and why its guts are spilling out. That was one of the most horrible nightmares I've ever had. WTF is going on?
versaphile nursed a baby squirrel to health recently, and I thought "oh god, she will probably name the squirrel 'Dave'". But I bit my tongue and didn't mention this, as it might have been too cheeky. And the next day she casually mentions she is thinking of calling the squirrel 'Dave'. Oh, lord. Well. One thing led into another and I promised her cuddly squirrel Daves for more paragraphs of the Persiaverse. She delivered. And we got it into our heads that a) he needed a Master squirrel to keep him company and b) the Master would be less fluffy and more squinty, and thus a chipmunk.
So there you have it. Persiaverse squirrel smooches happened. Apologies for sugariness. And the fact that I am unable to actually draw chipmunks.
That's a medieval Persian wine cup the Ten!Squirrel is holding, and his collar says "ushaq" ("lover", "one who loves his god devotedly", "one entwined with the vines of god's love" in Persian). He was just about to serve wine to his cruel Squirrel!Master who's been ignoring him for ages, and the Squirrel!Master is so touched by his utter devotion that he gives him a big wine-drenched smooch. And yes, the tail bondage is all very *cough* ~symbolic~ (lololol zeitschwanz).
Yes. Gay alien BDSM squirrels eating each other's faces in a fucking tree. With booze. This is what my life has become. *weeps*
versaphile nursed a baby squirrel to health recently, and I thought "oh god, she will probably name the squirrel 'Dave'". But I bit my tongue and didn't mention this, as it might have been too cheeky. And the next day she casually mentions she is thinking of calling the squirrel 'Dave'. Oh, lord. Well. One thing led into another and I promised her cuddly squirrel Daves for more paragraphs of the Persiaverse. She delivered. And we got it into our heads that a) he needed a Master squirrel to keep him company and b) the Master would be less fluffy and more squinty, and thus a chipmunk.
So there you have it. Persiaverse squirrel smooches happened. Apologies for sugariness. And the fact that I am unable to actually draw chipmunks.
That's a medieval Persian wine cup the Ten!Squirrel is holding, and his collar says "ushaq" ("lover", "one who loves his god devotedly", "one entwined with the vines of god's love" in Persian). He was just about to serve wine to his cruel Squirrel!Master who's been ignoring him for ages, and the Squirrel!Master is so touched by his utter devotion that he gives him a big wine-drenched smooch. And yes, the tail bondage is all very *cough* ~symbolic~ (lololol zeitschwanz).
Yes. Gay alien BDSM squirrels eating each other's faces in a fucking tree. With booze. This is what my life has become. *weeps*