[Evils]

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I honestly love these guys so much!
I hope you like them too! <3

I can give an edit list upon request.
Please give me fates!

Nest Activity // 9/9 - 9/16
Writing: -
Art: -

[KarKat Vantas ♋]

Holy moly, I freaking love these babes!! ;O;~<333
So cute!!

[Rondell]

Oh man, Evils, these guys are everything I'd hoped for and more! I just... I mean... *dies* I actually first saw them while I was at the laundromat, and I think I made the other people a bit nervous because I started grinning like an idiot and excitedly shoving my tablet into my friend's face... X'D

I'll get in touch with Redfur and let you know when we sort out what's what!

In the meantime, an edit list would be great, and... I really hope you won't kill me if I submit some writing...? <3

[bellini]

I love these kiddos so much aa!

[Evils]

Oh man, Evils, these guys are everything I'd hoped for and more! I just... I mean... *dies* I actually first saw them while I was at the laundromat, and I think I made the other people a bit nervous because I started grinning like an idiot and excitedly shoving my tablet into my friend's face... X'D

I'll get in touch with Redfur and let you know when we sort out what's what!

In the meantime, an edit list would be great, and... I really hope you won't kill me if I submit some writing...? <3

-croies- ahhhahahahah, I am so glad you like them!! ;W;
They were really fun to make honestly <3

That's totally fine, do what you'd like to! I'll be waiting /hides in bunker with mouse/

thank you so much Bell and Karkat! ;w;

Here's the edit list:
Strawberry Sadness//
-Mouth and snout edit
-tuft
-tail edit
-has constant strawberry icecream nosebleeds and cries strawberry icecream too
-eye edit
-smooth back of neck/back
-ear edit

Golden Petals//
-hair and stem
-eye edit
-face and mouth edit and tongue
-thinner tail
-fluff edit on neck/chest
-larger forearms
-ear edit
-skinny body type

You Always Have to Carry Me Upside Down//
-half made of chocolate icecream
-ear edit
-eye edit
-mouth and snout edit
-hair
-eyebrow edit

[RedFur1322]

hhhHhH such cuties!!! ah evil they're amazing, thank you so much!! <33 They all have so much personality I,, wanna cry omg
I'll be discussing their fates with Rondell! Thank you again!!

[Rondell]

Writing has been done!

There was a long silence, during which the steady ticking of the clock was painfully audible, and the warbling of the birds in the yard took on an oddly discordant edge. Though maybe it was simply his imagination. One’s mind did silly things in times of stress, even if one wasn’t usually prone to that sort of thing. Which Wyken wasn’t. Yet under the force of his house mate’s gaze.... the nervous grin hanging on his face grew even wider. Reg was simply sitting there at the kitchen table, motionless, ears back slightly and expression unreadable. Why wouldn’t he say something? Anything? Was it really that big a shock? Or did he think his leg was being pulled? The great fluffy lump was perfectly conversant a few moments ago! Wyken resisted the urge to fidget, but only just, and took a small amount of comfort in the fact he’d insisted on telling Reg the news himself, without Shiver’s being present. The poor little dear would have melted into a puddle of nerves by now... not that he was doing much better, mind; and he was usually the level-headed one! Perhaps he should have simply gotten an appropriately-themed greeting card and left it on Reg’s nightstand. Uncouth, yes, but so painless! No wonder letting one’s manners slip was so tempting in such situations. Yet he wanted - no, needed - his friend’s approval. His friend’s support. He was still reeling from the news himself, and while he was far from being disappointed, he wasn’t quite sure he... no, they - Wyken corrected himself. He wasn’t quite sure they were ready for this.

Just as Wyken began to feel as if he were going to scream, the figure across the table shifted position slightly and shook his head as if trying to clear it. “I’m sorry. I think I must’ve heard wrong or something. You’re what?”

Taking a deep breath he tried again, somehow managing to keep his tone level and even despite the butterflies in his stomach doing their darnedest to fight their way up his throat. “Shivers and I - you know Shivers, melty looking little chap? About yay tall? Have him over all the time for various things?” Wyken paused to take a sip of tea from his favorite mug, frowned slightly when he realized it had gone cold. “Well, we’re going to be... parents!” Somehow saying it out loud to his friend made it seem all the more real, and his anxiety doubled. Up until this point, it had been a naught but a sweet secret between Shivers and himself. “You know how it goes.” He pushed his mug away and folded his hands lightly on the table in front of him, still smiling like an idiot. Hopefully Reg couldn’t see how badly he was shaking.

“Yeah, I know how it goes.” The faintest trace of a smirk crept onto Reg’s snout, and one of his eyebrows raised slightly. “I just have a hard time accepting that mister ‘Victorian Gentleman’ does too. Or that he’d admit it. Who would’ve guessed?”

Wyken felt his cheeks growing hot beneath his fur as he let out an indignant gasp. “Reginald!”

“Oh, don’t go getting your moustache in a knot, Big Red.” Reg sighed and slumped down in his chair a bit, some of his usual good humor resurfacing. “It’s just the way you looked when you asked me to come in here and sit down, all rigid and serious, I thought you were going to tell me you’d caught some terrible disease and were on death’s doorstep. Or that I’d done something wrong and you were kicking me out.” Reg smiled, stretching his hind legs out beneath the table and crossing his arms over his chest in an effort to make himself more comfortable on the hard chair. “This is much better news. Congrats, buddy!” He flashed his friend a thumbs up.

“I... well...” Feeling quite a bit of the tension go out of him at Reg’s easy acceptance, though none of the blush, Wyken pushed his chair back and went to put a new pot of water on the stove. “Thank you. Shivers and I are quite pleased.”

“Yes, Shivers and I are quite pleased.” Reg did a fair job of imitating Wyken’s tone, if not his voice. “Why’re you being so stiff about it, man? You should be bouncing off the walls! I know I’d be. Especially if I liked my partner as much as I know you like Shivers!” He winked slowly and wriggled an eyebrow, then chuckled as Wyken caught sight of him and pretended to be very busy with his preparations. “It’s your first clutch, isn’t it?” His ears were perked forward now, his eyes bright. “And who’s the one expecting?”

Wyken’s embarrassment intensified, and in his flustered state, he very nearly dropped the teapot. It was the last question that did it. “I’m not entirely sure that’s a matter fit for public discussion.”

“Ahh, this isn’t really public, is it? It’s just YOU and ME. Unless someone’s hiding in the cabinets?” Reg sat up a bit straighter and cast his eyes about the room with mock caution, as if hunting for hidden listeners. He couldn’t keep a serious face for long though, and he soon gave up the charade in favor of a hearty laugh which shook his entire frame. “Seriously Big Red, you have got to loosen up! I’ll find out one way or the other, when one of you starts getting....”

“Yes, it’s my first.” Mug met counter with slightly more force than was strictly necessary as Wyken hurried to cut off the rest of Reg’s sentence. He knew his housemate was simply trying to lighten the mood (and that he was entirely correct), but his uncouth approach was simply making things worse. His own sense of humor didn’t tend in such a direction! Having lit the stove, filled the pot, then put said pot on the burner, there was nothing more for him to do until the water started boiling. He’d even emptied and rinsed his mug. Yet he remained standing, leaning heavily on the counter as if he needed it to hold him up, and looking sidelong at his friend. He was far too wound up to sit back down. "Reginald... what if I... what if I can't..." Wyken shook his head.

For Reg’s part, realization finally began to dawn. The last time he’d seen the older Gator like this was when they’d first put the beehives in. Wyken had worried day and night about those darn things, insisting on going outside to check on them at least twice an hour. All he’d heard for a week and a half was ‘oh, but what if they fell over?’ and ‘what if a hungry predator finds them?’, not to mention ‘what if it’s too hot for them?’ and the ever popular ‘but what if the bees don’t like where we’ve set up their home and decide to buzz off to greener pastures?’ Wyken had nearly gone mad worrying about those bees, and if what he'd done for them was good enough.

The expression on Reg’s face softened, and he pushed his chair away from the table so he could get up and go stand next to his friend. “Tell you what? Why don’t you invite the little guy over, along with anyone else you want, and we can have a party to celebrate, eh? We can have tea and crumpets and everything - just the way you like it.” As he spoke he laid a hand on Wyken’s shoulder. “Everything will be OK, Wyken, I promise. You and Shivers will do great. Plus, I’ll be here for you guys - all the way.”

And far as fates go, we've decided to sit on these guys a while longer, until we see the last of the clutch. ;D

[Evils]

Writing approved! ✌

That's totally fine! I'll have the little tyke done as soon as I can. ❤

[RedFur1322]

Family art has been done!

[Evils]

Art approved! /thumbs up/

get ready for three yo