#pet51

okay so, i did these a while ago here's all my spaghetti. its all batfam and pet51

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"Two." Disgust said flatly. Grabbing at his own shoulders as if he hadn't quite made up his mind to cross his arms. "Two benefits without a sacrifice? That doesn't add up."

"Maybe we don't question a good thing?" Joy says, silenced quickly by a glare.

"I think he feels bad for us." Sadness offers. Smiling despite how horrific his words are.

"We can't have people feeling bad for us." Disgust croaks. The grip on his arms turning into a panicked facsimile of a hug. "Father doesn't listen, Richard coddles us, and now Drake, he'll know that we're- we're-" A hand on his shoulder sends his mouth closed with a click. Sadness is staring at him and he isn't sniffling or blubbering. Just giving Disgust a knowing look.

Pet51

"It is plotting against us." Roman mutters into his pillow. Anxiety glances at the two of them, but goes back to fiddling with his nest.

"I'm plotting against you too, what's the big deal?" Remus says. "A little coup never hurt anybody." Roman let's out a huff and drifts to sleep. The prince of creativity's mind drifts from two to one. The buzz of Roman's brain nothing, but the quiet of sleep.

Remus stretches every limb and frowns at the empty clatter of his elytra.

"Roos?" Anxiety cooes. Remus blinks up at his feathered friend. Already the quiet of his own mind is sending something blurring at the edges.

"You'd tell me if you could talk right?" He mumbles.

"Octus, roos." Anxiety chirps and cooes nudging Remus into the center of the bed. Then, like he does every night after Roman's fallen asleep, Anxiety abandons his nest building.

Instead he climbs up next to Remus and settles down beside him.  Remus buries his face in Anxiety's feathers. It didn't really matter. Even if Anxiety was some serial killer plotting their demise all that slaughter had betrayal would be a problem for future Remus.

time to get doodling. Feel free to 2-for-1 me on writing and drawing

30 minutes of art fight refs

30 minutes animating pinecones

Pet51

Ducklings

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snippet from pet51:

Patton is trying to be friendly but he still flinches back when Anxiety snaps up a chunk of dried meat. Okay maybe being friendly can be for tomorrow? Patton scoots back to the edge of the seat. And then scoots off it completely. Four paws hit the ground as he trots back into the kitchen. Oh being friendly would be so much easier with treats. Surely Anxiety can’t make eating fruit scary.

:D

Anxiety stomps a clawed foot until Patton’s attention is back on him. He leans down and tilts the bowl up just a bit. Just enough that Patton gets a flash of fuzz and terror before the sights cut off. Anxiety is not perched over a prize, but a prison. A stalwart guardian over monstrous thing.

The evil is finally defeated.

There’s a confusing moment of Patton wailing and trying too hug Anxiety without getting any closer to him. Until Logan takes over bowl duty and Patton is finally able to wrap four arms around Anxiety and nuzzle the top of his head. Anxiety accepts it with more grace than the rest of his crew mates tended to. Firmly cementing himself as Patton’s precious little guardian angel. All is right in the world.

And then Logan announces he’s putting the beast in their scraps bin to help break down compost and Patton realizes the world is a terrible terrible place.

Patton: wow virgil you have such good attention to detail! How can you always tell the twins apart?

Virgil: I... look at them?

Patton: Wow!

Patton vision:

Virgil vision:

Ducklings now has a beginning and an end!

Pet51!

“No one’s biting anything!” Roman announces.

“Arctia Astrum, colloquially known as the Fuzzworm is the larval stage of a species native to the Gyono system know as the Bright-scaled Flutterbee. Lacking teeth, this creature secretes enzymes that break down fruits and vegetables into a digestible slurry. Argricultural uses for Arcia Astrum include compos-” Remus knocks his cup against the table until Logan gives him his voice back. Whatever he wants to say must be too specific for his upper register. Logan sends an article on fuzzworms to Patton’s wrist communicator instead and he hastily swipes away a close up of beady little eyes.

Yep! They're mostly based on bees and termites worldbuilding wise, but they look like big rolly-polly beetle things.