#dof

Here you goooo!! :3 I tried out a new brush teehee

She looks so crazy in the Dawn of Fire artstyle I love how weird and gnarly the Blubberflies look and all the translucence and almost sparkliness on the Cherubble itself, I also noticed between her bio on Wanderer Island and Epic Bleatnik's they seem to be associating her more with the sun, I think that's an interesting way to link her more to the fire element. Guess that makes her a daydreamer :)

Cave Island😄😄😄 my favorite Island of all time.

DoF!Luke & Pjo!hermes man I sure hope nothing sad happens

It was an… interesting situation to be stuck in, Luke could admit, eyes flicking between the two other fluffballs that looked almost exactly (or… not exactly exactly) like his current fluffy form.

Fluffball Number One was currently mid-hiss—sharp, furious, and loudly offensive in a way Luke could unfortunately understand (Jesus, wasn’t that a mindfuck)—while clawing at the—

Luke blinked. Slowly. Tail curling over his paws like some kind of Aristocat.

God.

Hermes.

Just… not his Hermes. Or not the—Luke cut his glance to Fluffball Number Two, who had wings for some reason, big, gold-feathered monstrosities stretching from tiny cat shoulders (a winged cat? really?)—not the other Lukes’ Hermes either.

Goddammit, this was weird.

Some random Hermes had shown up out of nowhere, and Luke, in all his bad-luck glory, had not been prepared. One flash later, he was snatched, cursed, and stuck in a floofy little body with two equally cursed lookalikes.

As a cat.

Which, in his opinion, was very concerning.

He couldn’t even believe this was his life right now. Honestly. But may the Lord help him, he hoped his Hermes noticed. Snapped. Tore reality a new one. Whatever it took, if it meant Luke wouldn’t be stuck like this for longer than absolutely necessary.

He’d already suffered enough.

More than enough.

Being petted and cooed at like some pampered little ornament was humiliating. Thoroughly unpleasant. He strongly disliked this. Especially now, as the kidnapper apparently decided Fluffball Number One had been adored sufficiently and was turning his attention to him.

One hand reached toward him. Luke, in all his offended glory, lifted a dainty paw and pushed it away with a light tap, tail flicking as he stood and catwalked off with practiced elegance.

The weirdo cooed behind him like it was endearing.

Fine. Luke could admit it—he made a very attractive cat. Like a blonde Turkish Angora, sleek and silken and annoyingly pettable.

But that did not mean he was up for unsolicited affection.