#shylla

[parziivale]

Old Commission for @the-demoness-next-door of Shylla! I love this blue raspberry fruit gummy

[bathmob]

Shylla outfit swap from dis week

[cerberustheterrible]

I'm down for some Shylla 💗

[if-trash-could-speak]

They didn't know what hit them. ( @bathmob and @rocket-ringtail-raccoon because you are the only people I know who like Shylla)

[bathmob]

shylla pride :)

my design for Lyllaaaaa

LOL

[bathmob]

my aching bones crave Shylla ;-;

its been 3 years and i still think of em 3

[if-trash-could-speak]

*Walking down ash covered streets*

Shocket: *On her hands and knees* I wonder what it tastes like...

Lylla: Please Shocket, we can't keep doing this.

(@bathmob)

[bathmob]

Shylla fanfic

Here you go! I’m sorry if it sucks :v

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The bounty business was booming. Ever since those guardians of the whoever had did their thing, petty villians were showing up left and right. If there’s something worth challenging, it would be challenged by the brave of heart; also known as dumbass criminals.

Shocket claws slid across the screen of the ship’s database, looking through her contacts.

“Listen, take him down by any means. We don’t care. Just get ‘em the fuck outta my hair!” The Ravager snarled. She felt lucky they were conversing through the holographic system and not in person. Shocket didn’t even had to be there to smell his rancid breath. She rolled her eyes, her gaze still glued to the infomation in front of her.

“I get that, but-” She paused and glanced at him- “what’s your name again?”

“Gref.” The gruff Xandarian said, slightly hurt.

“I get that Gref, but that’s not the problem,” Her attention went back to the screen, “I’m checking to see if I have the right 'ins’ to take down someone like that.”

“It’s 50,000 units if you do, pinky,” His eyes flicked to her dyed hair, a snarl crossing Shocket’s face at the insult, “Just get it done.”

The graphic turned off, leaving the raccoon in a dark cockpit. She flicked off her computer, turned on autopilot, and leaned back in her chair.

“It’s magenta…” She muttered to herself, a frown clearly on her face.

Shocket stood up, leaped off the chair, and climbed down the ladder.

Dusting her outfit off, she looked around the ship’s small living space, “Hey lady, we got a gig!” She called out, her eyebrows cocked when she didn’t see her companion.

“Lylla?”

Shocket began to walk down the ship’s main hallway, looking into rooms as she passed them.

“In here!” A soft voice called out, coming from her left.

“Why are you in… my room!?” The raccoon  realized, running over and entering the tight space.

Lylla sat on the floor, sorting through a large pile of what seemed to be garbage.

“Hey! Stop touching that.” Shocket yelled, pulling a piece of violet crystal out of her girlfriend’s paws.

“I’m only trying to clean up a little.”

“Then clean up your own junk!”

“I don’t have junk,” Lylla snorted, looking at a cot that was covered in black and brown balls of fur, “I can’t say the same for you…”

Shocket huffed, helping the otter to her feet.

“Everything here has a purpose, okay? I’m like those smart people who work best when everything is messy, or whatever.”

The beige coloured animal looked around the room, bending down to pick something up.

“You’re telling me-” She turned, holding a half eaten rotten fruit- “That this is here for a reason?”

“…yes.”

Lylla walked over to her mate, touching her nose gently to her fluffy cheek, “Clean your room or I’m kicking you out of the airlock.” She whispered into her ear, dropping the rotten core into Shocket’s hands before walking away.

“Heh heh… good one,” Shocket laughed, “wait…are you serious?”

oHH MY GOD THIS IS SO CUTE AND GOOD IM GONNA CRY?