#hsf

[nanissmilee]

[radrobotz]

also i without really thinking gave caramel boots while every other furry character doesnt so my after-the-fact excuse is that she has sensory issues so she gotta wear little booties

[radrobotz]

i like this part the most i love how they are a single frame together

[radicalrobotz]

golly i sure do love my lesbian oc shelby my original gay character my daughter who loves women

[butmostlyvoid]

— The Fragile Vial, Rumi (tr. Coleman Barks)              [Shin version]

[butmostlyvoid]

— The Fragile Vial, Rumi (tr. Coleman Barks)              [Saint version]

[butmostlyvoid]

(insp)

[tgreatd]

A scene from my book. You can find more on my TikTok account.

“You fucking spiked my drink!?” He clutched his temple as the thrumming flared behind his eyes, forcing him to squeeze them shut. It hurt and he was starting to feel queasy.

Either he wanted to scam him, or this is a bold kidnapping attempt. Xal concluded. 

This is not good, he thought as he assessed his physical situation and options to rid himself from whatever this fucker was planning.

“What? NO!! Why would I—” Kian began, then paused and sighed as if understanding dawned.

“Listen, I didn’t drug you and you are not high. What you are seeing right now is the spirit dimension where wandering souls reside, the dimension they occupy before they move on. And,” Kian nodded toward himself, angling his head, letting strands of hair fall across his eyes, “I am one of the very few who can see it with bare eyes. People who know, calls my kind, Vyl.” He tilted his head back, letting the wind fix the unruly strands.

“Vyl?” Xal echoed. Kian nodded.

He has heard that word before. Why was everything surrounding this random dude so familiar to him? Feeling more disoriented by the second and his gaze dropped to a thread attached to Kian’s wrist.

A white one.

He followed its length and realized it was linked to his own wrist. Bringing the wrist up to his eye level, turning it left to right as if it was a foreign matter, he took his sweet time to acknowledge that the thread was actually connected to him.

“What the heck is this? Take it off!” Xal tried to grab it to pull it off, but his hand just slipped through the air, lurching him forward.

“You can’t take it off like that,” Kian said, tying his hair into a small ponytail. Still, a few strands escaped. Huffing, “I didn’t have one before. It appeared on my wrist when you stepped out of that building and connected to you.”

Xal wondered if that was why Kian had kept glancing at his wrist earlier.

As soon as it appeared, he chased the thought away, because there was no way anything he was seeing was real. 

“According to the books, threads represent different forms of bonds people have. Not everyone has them. My father says either you end up with the people destined for you or you deserve to be with, and the thread is an indicator to identify what sort of a bond it will be, whether family, lovers, friends, or whatever. The strongest bonds will serve a purpose bigger than yourself,” Kian continued.

He raised his hand. “The one we have is white. It is rare. It hasn’t happened in decades, maybe more. I don’t even know much about it.”

What nonsense was this lunatic blabbering, and why the fuck was he still listening? Xal needed to get out of here, flush out whatever drugs he had ingested. First, he needed the ground to stop swirling. Then remove the cotton stuffed in his mouth.

“In case you are wondering, threads have nothing to do with my line of work. Like I said, I deal with people who are ill and with spirits.” Xal wanted to say that he doesn’t give a flying fuck and walk away, which he found himself unable to do. Sweat rolled down from his temple. Everything was blurring and being contrasted simultaneously. A small gag escaped his mouth.

Kian kept on, oblivious to Xal’s worsening condition because he had somehow forced himself to stand straight.

“I know this sounds weird, but there are a lot of people and spirits who need the kind of help I offer. If you are still up for it, you can join me,” Kian finished, watching Xal carefully.

Behind his rigid posture and narrowed gaze, his eyes and brain felt overloaded. Kian’s words reached his ears, but most did not make it into his brain. Suddenly, everything went sideways, and Xal slammed his hand on the nearby table to steady himself.

Only then did Kian seem to notice that something was wrong with Xal. He saw him closing his fingers to his mouth, holding it there for a few seconds before walking towards him.

Xal noticed the action and stepped back. That slight movement worsened the pain behind his eyes and intensified as stars exploded in his skull. He should get away from this lunatic.

“No… stay the fuck back!”

Surprisingly, he stopped midway. Xal desperately blinked, pressed his fingers to his eyes as he backed away, almost bumping into someone.

“Yup… definitely not the best idea I have had,” Kian said, face-palming.

He spoke out, “Listen, I… uh…the vision I gave you seems to be too much. Let me take it back, and everything will look normal again.” He reached for Xal.

One thing Xal was proud of was his keen sense of danger. This was a textbook yet an amateur attempt of kidnapping for human trafficking. He thought the drugs were not just causing hallucinations and weakening his body, but also dulling his senses because, all this time, he did not feel any danger from this man, when he was supposed to. Blaming his malfunctioning senses, Xal smacked his hand away with the energy he could muster and backed up. 

He realized too late that it was the wrong move. The world started spinning, darkness seeping in from the edges of his vision, and his limbs gave up. The last thing he saw was Kian’s seemingly worried face closing in, and then it went completely black. 

✦ ✦ ✦ 

“Uh oh,” Kian blurted as he lunged forward, wrapping his arm around the man’s torso to steady him. But he was heavier than he looked, and the sudden dead weight yanked Kian off-balance.

Instinctively, he dropped to one knee to try and break the fall, slipping the left hand behind his head while the other tightened around the torso. The momentum, though, was too much. In the next second, his back hit the ground first with a dull thud, and Kian toppled after him, landing half sprawled across him. His breath hitched from the impact and concrete scraped across his knuckles and elbow. A sting flared through his skin under the weight.

“Owwww…”

Letting out a small whine, Kian pushed himself up and gently adjusted the unconscious man’s position on the ground, thinking at least he had avoided giving him a concussion. Then he chanted the reverse mantra to take away the vision he gave earlier, covered his eyes with that hand, and murmured, “No more surprises when you wake up. And hopefully no more headaches.”