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When you suddenly remember your a bit of a gay disaster around your attractive teammates...

I’ve gotten rather interested in @snugglecat453’s Invader Zim DnD AU! It’s very cute and has a story called ‘Dungeons’ on AO3 attached :3

The general theme here was that the boys needed to read the map but were getting cold. Without thinking, Dib enchants his cloak to temporarily get bigger....only to realise the mistake. Silly boi

My fair Izzy. May this peasent kneel before your throne and humbly request some Patton x Dark Sides? (You can pick if that includes Virgil) If thou dost require a prompt word, let it be "pillow." Fair the well my lady of the wordsmithery.

(Heck yea!)

Moxceitmus - Pillows

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Masterpost

"Patton," Remus whined. "You can't steal all the pillows."

Patton shook his head stubbornly - though there were hints of a smile showing obviously on his face. His arms remained wrapped around the numerous pillows around him, and he stayed put in the nest he'd formed.

"You've got all the blankets, so I get all the pillows."

"What are you two arguing about?"

Both Remus and Patton perked up at the arrival of Virgil, who was leaning in the bedroom's doorway. The two of them started reaching for him immediately, and he walked over to the bed, sitting down and settling between Patton's nest of pillows and Remus's nest of blankets.

"I wanna make a blanket fort, but Pat won't give me any pillows," Remus complained.

"'Cos you won't give me any blankets for my own fort!"

Virgil snorted. "Why don't you just work together and make one fort?"

"'Cos they're too dumb for that," Janus said, stepping into the room and joining them.

Patton stuck his tongue out.

"Aww, don't be mean!"

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The original prompt and additional pieces done for @paleomushi’s amazing story ’Domo Arigato, Mr Roboto’. I’ve had so much fun working with her in this years SPN ReverseBang. Be sure to check out the story on Ao3. All the pieces are done in Procreate on an iPad with some additional text work in InkPad. You can also view the pieces on Ao3 and LJ

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Recruiting An Asset

The young Rider whipped her head around, desperate to try and track the odd one in the pup mask, green scale patterned skirt and embroidered top amongst the roiling flesh of the pride parade. They carried themselves with all the classic hallmark traits of a therian in hiding or disallowed from shedding its visage. The visaged therian was obviously getting old at this point considering therians were pretty widely accepted amongst the types deemed safe by the Therian Control Bureau.

The likelier outcome was denial due to dangerous or theriohound service only therian staus. Thankfully the befeathered and quartz crowned staff they carried made them easier than most to track. The way they walked on the balls of their feet though as she tracked them gave away yet more. "Digigrade for sure and probably semi-bipedal." She though. "A good sign for a potential dragon." The staffbearer pretty predictably hit every shop with anything resembling shiny rocks further not helping its case. The rider had warrant to press-gang dragons of significant use and places where the queer community gathered was a good hotspot for still in-viasage therians. She stayed a bit back of them just observing and taking note of their peculiarities.

And then they sneezed, and with that sneeze it all became clear. That one tic all Lungs had, visage or not, of recoiling their neck and chin back and down before sneezing gave it all away. Lungs were always in demand, doubly so since the rebels started fielding theriohounds of their own. No rider could deploy without a lung for eyes and control, they were the vital AWACS to the utter destruction other dragons could wreak in the backlines. Yet despite their rarity even amongst dragons and the rather high casualty rate due to being scouts none were more useful to find. The fact they weren't already press ganged was anomalous in its own right, though they were old enough to just just be before the Therian Control Bureau came into being and thus slip through the cracks.

She felt herself moving towards them before she actually realized she was approaching them, quickly coming up behind the masked individual before tapping them on the shoulder gently. "If you're asking about the staff a friend made it." The dog masked staffbearer said. "And the hood is a hand me down of 3 other trans femme therians before it, so eff off if you're complaining about kink at pride." She chuckled at guessing right to herself softly before asking "It's a lung dragon isn't it?" To which the staffbearer whipped around faster than most eyes could track while leveling its staff as if to defend itself. "HOW!" Was the one word off its lips as it recoiled back. "I know, I can just tell." She replied softly trying to assure it."It's not a danger, LEAVE IT ALONE." It hissed back. Unsurprising to how often dragon therians were mistreated and discriminated against often being labeled killers in the making.

This just made her guffaw harder at the visaged dragon in the pup mask." Relax, I'm a Rider and by the authority granted to me for requisitioning assets you are coming with me." It suddenly looked several shades of red brighter under its mask while its body language was that of the relief of an unwilling puppet with its strings finally cut. "It thought they said It was unfit for being too meek to be useful, even despite the excellent supersensory scores." It stammered out as it tripped on its own claws and ended up unintentionally kneeling before the Rider. “how adorably and cutely pathetic.” she though as she pressed passed the clumsiness.

“Cute, and let me guess, it tried to shed its visage when The TCB was just new and getting started? That was a decade ago now and dragons are too rare to pass up now that it’s not a rush of every therian ever trying to become itself. Its too valuable an asset to be left to rot.” With that it turned the darkest shade crimson she’d ever seen a human body blush.”I am however an apprentice rider looking for her first lung and first western so I’ll give you this. I’ll allow you to turn me down on this but it means it will be marked Non-compliant for theriohound conditioning with The TCB.It already knows that means never getting to shed its visage and living out the rest of its life as this body as its true form it would seem though.”

Its begging and pleading to slow down a bit was immediate, and she knew she had it hooked as she pushed past the stammering.”you do obviously also know this is tantamount to suicide, theriohounds must be broken and mentally ablated before they become a useful asset.” This is when most potential theriohounds left as it was very much an open secret of what went into making hounds, and doubly so for making theriohounds. However, what happened was not the usual reaction of fear but seeming excitement as its skirt suddenly started producing a noticeable tent. “man meek was not an understatement, how pathetic can a thing be?” She thought to herself her own cheeks flushing slightly, however she kept her composure and facade up and intact. She knew what happened to Riders who failed that, dragon chow was the least worst thing that could happen and it only got worse from there.

“It wants to desperately but it has a pack it takes care of, and one of them has a wasting disease basic pub-med doesn’t cover.” it whined back softly seemingly almost begging for its retort to be pushed aside. And push it aside the Rider did. ”families and packs of theriohouds in service get access to full coverage pubmed, and even if it does die thats part of the death benefit pension. Your packmates will be more then fine. Also you said something about an heirloom hood,if your about to complain about that too know that you will get one last chance to see your pack before being shipped out,during which you can pass along personal belongings of importance.”

At that point the tent in its skirt reached full and it hung its head whimpering softly.”Take it then, please, and break it so hard it never even thinks to think that it was human again. Free it and let it become gods above please!” it begged whinging pitifully as it raised its staff up in its hands while it continued to kneel, presenting the staff as tribute to the one who would annihilate it. The rider took the beautiful piece of feather, stone, and bone adorned wood and held it up before resting it on her shoulder smiling as she pulled out a leash......