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This here is a permitted repost of a a lovely drawing that I commissioned from :iconskullghost112:. If any of you have some points, I gladly recommend them! They deserve the support!

Here is the original post, that I'd love if you could favourite!: skullghost112.deviantart.com/a…
As we can see here, my (male) raccoon fursona is trying out some cross dressing with Victorian fashion, as I just love that era.

So, it's sort of a "fun fact" sort of moment here. For as long as I could remember, I've been quite feminine. From the way I walked, sat (which irritated my father greatly), played, and overall, not fitting the concept of a masculine kid. The fact that I was a goody two shoes tattle Tale, and frequent cryer didn't help my image either. That inturn resulted in times where people thought I was gay, bullying me more, and so forth, dramatically crippling me emotionally.

Anyways, I've always liked female articles of clothing. Can be so elegant and beautiful. And so crossdressing appeals to me, as it allows me to embrace a softer side of myself.

So, in the spirit of February, I've decided to try and type up a little story for the drawing. :) It's the first one I've typed that I liked enough to post, and InsanityCreator was generous enough to lend a hand and help before I posted it.

It'll mainly feature my fursona Dominic, who's as emotional as irl me. SentauriA 's human/dragon hybrid oc "Ansel" (sentauria.deviantart.com/art/T…) is also in the story below, adding in a tad of magic.

And I also have it featuring the lovely canstacat with her oc, Ollie (canstacat.deviantart.com/art/2…) for I remain very close to them.

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It was late in the evening on the day most associated with love, Valentine's Day. In a quaint apartment owned by a young adult with fiery hair, and pale skin, he and his friend were preparing for an event that very night. A prom dance was occurring at a school of a third friend, named "Ollie" quite a ways away. The two hoped to make the event the more cheerful for the young cat/bunny hybrid.

Knocking echoed in the halls as a concerned friend rapped against the door with their pale knuckles. "Uh, Dom? You alright in there..?" asked Ansel, the aforementioned friend, whom is unsure if they should be worried. 

Within the washroom, his anthropomorphic raccoon friend was trying on a new article of clothing. He wanted something 'nice', that highlighted their positive aspects. As of recently, Dominic has been feeling depressed, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. So, Ansel had the will to ensure the night went well for his two anthro friends.

Having perked up by the chance of spending the night with his two lovely buddies, the young raccoon anthro went to Ansel's apartment to change. But for some bizarre reason, Dominic was silent on the other side of the wooden door, raising some concern. So Ansel knocked again, louder, issuing a gasp from the inhabitant.

Ansel could only roll his grey eyes, and ask with evident sarcasm; "Pass out on the floor or what?" But then, he asked more sincerely; "..Is it too tight along your rib cage?"

There was some silence, before the knob slowly twisted, and brown, furry, raccoon face, with bright green eyes, and neatly blond curled hair peaked outside. A nervous expression was plastered on their face, and they spoke at last.

"I-I'm s-sorry for being silent! I was uh..well, you'd probably laugh actually..", said Dominic as he looked down to the bare floor.

Ansel would have rolled his eyes once more, had he not been concerned. So, he once more asked; "What happened in there..?"

Dominic's pointed ears folded downwards, against his skull. He bit his own lip, unsure of how to respond.

Ansel cupped the meek raccoons chin, and lifted it up to eye level. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, okay? I just got scared you passed out from the tightness of the thing", the American stated.

The raccoon breathed a quiet sigh, and looked his human looking friend with some mild confidence. He replied that; "I..g-got lost in the m-mirror.. I forgot how much I actually like this.."

Though, to the anthro's surprise, Ansel didn't tease him. Just smile with a humble, but playfully smug grin. "You're still a dork. Ready in there, yet?", Ansel asked.

Dominic's ears shot back up, as he exclaimed with enthusiasm; "Almost! I'm just sorting out my hair, deciding whether to add a touch of nail polish, or use the false eyelashes!"

Ansel personally didn't enjoy the tedious process of wasting hours to looking so "elegant" to others. In the end, it all just comes undone. Especially if you throw in some daily adventures with beasts chasing after you, but that's better left unexplained for now.

"Dom, I'm sure you're fine. No need to panic over this. Just be yourself, and stop worrying", Ansel suggested.

There was yet more silence. Dominic silently looked down at the silver reptilian tail Ansel possessed. He looked into the blade that adorned it, once more emulating himself in its reflection. He retracted his head back, and closed the door once more.

'Nice going', Ansel cursed mentally at themself. 'Why don't you ever just shut-'The thought however was cut off, as the door fully opened.

The dragon/Human hybrid couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the sight before them. Whilst aware of Dom's interest in the Victorian era, and gothic Lolita, it was another thing to see how far they'd go.

Standing in front of Ansel, Dom wore a bright green gown with shoulder frills, and black lacing. The green complimented his eyes, which were aimed down at the ground, clearly nervous. His hands were clutched together over their lap, right where the long skirt parted to reveal the darker petticoat beneath.

In Dominic's grip were two glass bottles, clanking together for his trembling was less than subtle. Remembering Dominic's earlier words, Ansel deduced they were bottles of nail polish, and eyeliner. 

Ansel took a step forward, causing Dom to tense up and retreat back into the bathroom without closing the door. Worried for their sense of self, Ansel took a breath then proceeded to cross the threshold into his own restroom. Not particularly fancy, but it was spacious enough for the standard purposes.

The humanoid raccoon set the small bottles down, clasping onto sides of the sink as he was so tense that he couldn't breathe. 

But after a few moments, Ansel is startled when he proclaims, "I-I can't e-even look at myself in th-the mirror..I'm tired of being tough. Sc-Scared of burdening everyone with my problems. When I'm finished and finally pretty, what if I'm still a gangly dork..?"

The young adult gripped the Canadians sensitive hands, not being too harsh around the paw pads. "Look...", Ansel pauses before stating, "You're not gangly, just thin. Besides, when aren't you a weird dork? I'm still your friend, and so is Ollie. You're stuck with us, even if you're being emotional".

Dominic clutched a green bottle of nail polish (once again, green Ansel noted) and it shattered into several large shards, causing them both to shriek as a coat of green soaked his hands.

"Hold still!" Ansel ordered as he gripped Dominic's hands, and ran warm water onto them with the sinks faucet. Ansel carefully removed the shards of glass, and scrubbed at the green fluid, looking for a cut. Miraculously, Dominic only hand a small one on his right palm.

Ansel scrunched his forehead in confusion as the nail polish wouldn't come out easily. "Odd.." he murmured as he looked in the medicine cabinet for a lime green bandage to match the stained fur.

Dominic had begun to tear up again, murmuring, "Sp-Spilling ink or...this-this onto an anthros fur is one of the most horrible pranks out there because it could days to wash out...". Before Ansel could respond, Dom held out a small packet of false eyelashes that were originally resting on the counter.

"A cl-cluts like me w-would probably lose th-them...", he admitted with a sigh, as Ansel applied a lengthy bandaid with ease.

Ansel shrugged and put them away the pocket of his jeans. "My sis probably won't be too bothered that you won't use them. You've got long enough eyelashes anyways" he says teasingly.

Dominic begins to blush underneath the cheek fur, shouting, "Objection!"

"Overruled~", Ansel whispers in his ear, before setting his hands atop Dominic's weak shoulders, guiding him to the sink. "Hold still, masked bandit" he ordered as he grabbed the bottle of mascara.

Dominic's eyes widen as his mouth opened and closed silently, his Adam's apple bobbing beneath the neck fuzz.

Ansel raised a brow, shooting him a 'seriously' gaze. "Your brain is fried, so I doubt your hands can delicately use a mascara wand in this state. If you want to do it yourself, then just tell me...I sort of owe you" they say.

"You owe me nothing, Ansel. I've had immature outbursts in your presence...I appreciate the help", Dom replied, straightening his back. "Work your magic, Ron", he joked in return.

The human looking dragon narrowed his eyes, tempted to cast a spell on him as a prank. However, that'd ruin the flow of the night. So instead, he unscrewed the mascara bottle, and pulled out the wand attached to the cap. Having been bought the other day as a surprise gift, it remained in good quality.

He carefully maneuvered the brushes through his friends lashes. Careful not to apply excessive layers, and keep him from resembling a stereotypical diva. Ansel carefully curled his friends eyelashes, adding the illusion that they were longer than they were. 'Who thought up this cosmetic anyways?' Ansel pondered in their head. 

Before long, the work was done, though alas the raccoon just stared into his lap instead of admiring his friends handiwork. Even more worried this will all be for nothing. But Ansel had an idea.

"Come with me" Ansel said as he began to beckon his furry buddy down the hall, towards a spare bedroom. Dominic, not having expected this, quickly followed behind, lifting the front of the dress to avoid tripping and tearing the fabric. 

Through the main hall the two went, entering a door to the left at the far end. This spare bedroom has unfortunately remain fairly unused for some time, but it remained tidy. There was no doubt a day when Dominic would need to sleep over once more. Since it possessed a full length mirror and queen sized bed, he was known to prefer it over the couch.

By nature, Dominic looked over at the mirror, staring intently for flaws that'll ruin the nights festivities. That is, until Ansel placed a finger on the side of the raccoons chin, and angled it back to look them in the eyes.

"Stop stressing", a phrase Ansel has repeated plenty of times by now. But as usual, the effect in those words were null. Dominic was already sinking back into a limbo of turmoil, envy, and above all, self hatred. Something that unfortunately isn't new, and has occurred more often than not recently. 

Ansel wanted their friend back, not this shell that he sometimes became. The edge of his lips pulled into a wicked grin, as he began to breath blue flames onto himself. His body immediately erupted in flames, snapping Dominic to attention. 

After having been introduced to a world of magic through Ansel, this didn't warrant any concern from the raccoon. Instead, as he sat back down onto the bed, he watched in a fascinated awe. The fires rippled through the human/dragon hybrid's clothes, causing them to burn bright white as they fleckled off into the air. This having left exposed pale but freckled skin for the flames to dance and wrap around. Almost as if this energy was being moulded carefully, Ansel's clothes were replaced with a liquid glowing blue tuxedo, with a curly coat tail. His silver tail swished to the side, as the new outfit appeared to become solid.

The princely looking figure bowed and offered his hand, with the palm facing upwards, asking, "May I have the honour of this dance?"

Dominic seemed confused, so Ansel elaborated, "You're a worried ball of fur, and thisll prepare you for tonight. Some nice, platonic dancing between friends".

The fragile frame of Dominic tensed up, as he instinctively wrapped Ansel's left hand with his right, and set his left hand on Ansel's right shoulder. Ansel pulled the fair figure to their feet, and carefully placed their one free hand on his tight hip.

The remaining flecks of light began to drift above them, mirroring the stars. With a nod from both ends, they began to follow a steady rhythm. 'One, two, three, and a one, two, three'. The phrase blared in the blondes head, whom started stumbling as they attempted maintain the pace.

Having noticed, Ansel spoke, "You're concentrating too much again. This isn't an exam, so needn't worry about a fail".

Dominic's grip tightened, as their eyes widened. "N-No...that's wrong! I can fail this! Everything about this night! It's all wrong...nothing should ever, ever be in my power! I belong hidden behind the grand curtain of the show that is life!" they shrieked, voice shrilling.

Ansel remained stone faced, having grown used to (and somewhat tired of) this over the months. "Wouldn't a fair rose wilt, hidden in shadows? What reasons make you deduce you'll be the reason the night ends in worrisome tragedy?" they asked.

Dominic flinched at the unexpected supporting words, accidentally stepping onto Ansel's dress shoes with a green pair of Mary Janes. But, with the first healthy inhale of the evening, Dominic swallowed their nervousness. "I don't deserve your kind words, nor Ollie's loving nature.." he admitted.

Ollie. The friend that Ansel was readying Dominic for. The two had grown close since the summer. Whilst not currently officially dating, the two would traverse seas of misery to cheer up one another. Perhaps it was their noticeable similarities that made it easiest to talk to one another? Whatever it was in the end, the two couldn't stand to see each other lonely.

Dominic is pulled into a weak hug, as the fleckles of light swirl around them. "You deserve that "happy ending" you always seem to think about, Dom. You wouldn't go to such preparations if it weren't true. Now, why the dress..?" Ansel asks to keep his friends mind busy.

Dominic's chest heaves subtly, as he recalls the past. "Well...obviously I'm not exactly popular, so I avoided proms..N-Not to give you a sob story, but the one prom I w-went to four years back exactly, went horribly awry" he says, in reference to an incident where he had been pranked, and locked himself away into a stall for the night. 

"What else..? Seems like a "just cause" reason, which I recall you hating, you English master", Ansel responds kindly.

Dominic twitched his whiskers, cracking an insecure smile. "Al-Alright, fair enough. I just feel more comfortable wearing skirts. Pretty obvious, in retrospect, but I have always been soft. Never could hide it, and I like being this way when it's not getting me teased" he admits.

His friend nodded, understandingly. 'His ideal self is someone who's nothing but fair, kind, smart and supportive. Not tough...Or strong like he sees his heroes as'.

"So, you think whatever happened back then will repeat? That you should enjoy your night the best way you can until disaster supposedly strikes?" Ansel asks, to be on the safe side.

Dominic gave another quick nod, seemingly refusing to take the helm of the conversation.

"...I'm sorry. I haven't planned this much through...want to start over..?" Ansel suggests, in reference to the dance.

"As friends, bro..?" Dominic checks, as they move their hands back into position. Ansel proceeds to do the same themself, and guide them to the centre of the room.

With another nod of the head, they begin once more. Visualizing an invisible box, the two begin to move around its edges-the classic waltz. The two seem to slowly pivot as they do this, the green skirt gliding along the floor like a ghost. The cross dresser  was suddenly dipped, and caught for a moment until he was pulled back up. But... something was wrong...

Ansel carefully turned Dominic around, pulling them close to their chest. 'No...This isn't him mirroring a romantic move, we're moving too fast for that', Dom observed. Before he could ask what Ansel was planning, he was spun once more, and gently shoved outwards. Ansel let go of Dom as he stopped in front of....

"OLLIE?!", The raccoon exclaimed, as he stared at a figure close to as tall as him. But, as before, he noted down some out of place details. Whilst sure enough, she was of the familiar thin build, fluffy hair style, little tail, with a lengthy skirt and sweater, they were glowing. Or better yet, nothing but astounding light. 'An illusion', Dominic realized as the figure of White energy held his hands, formed from the specks of light.

Despite not being truly real, this version of Ollie was still as marvellous as the real one they were to pick up, later that night. 'Ollie' pulled Dom close, chest to chest, giving a soothing smile.

"What's wrong, besty..?" she asked, in a concerned tone, tilting her head to the side.

The two kept their hands close to chest level, as Dom began fighting to hold back another wave of tears. "I-I love you gr-green bean, but I'm too much of a burden to you all!", Dom blurted before the shining silhouette pulled his head to her chest, carefully stroking it.

"No. You're just soft.., and that's what I'll always like about you. You put us ahead of yourself, and let us "lean" on you" the illusion humbly said, something that perfectly resembled the real ones opinion.

Dominic tried to respond, but only made wrenching noises from the suppressed sobbing. The two stood in place, having forfeited the dancing to just be close to one another. 

"You're such a silly raccoon, one who'll always be smart, considerate, and adorable" Ollie said, placing a bright finger onto Dominic's lips. "Now...you promised not to repress your feelings, as I have to you" the living spell reminded Dom.

With a weak and albeit quivering smile, Dominic glanced into the spells eyes. They had the same adorable blue he was looking forward to seeing to that night. With a partially reinvigorated sense of confidence, he says, "I-I'm sort us tr-trying to look nice for you...Runny m-mascara would m-make me too hideous for an angelic friend like you.."

Ollie shook their head, flecks of light momentarily becoming separated from their main being. "I love you regardless, and I'm looking forward to spending our night together!" she said, and with a high pitched squeal of joy, they bounced in place.

Dominic let out a soft laugh, that resonated with a heart throb as he wrapped his arms around the duplicate, amd pulled her close. "You're a bigger hero than me, amd I'll always tell you that! No matter how many times we're sad, you remain so pure!" he shouted with joy. But it soon dissipated with what happened next.

The countless lights that recreated the form of Ollie started burning out. They turned into small whispers of smoke that drifted above them. "N-No...D-Don't!" Dominic croaked, fearing he "killed" them.

Ollie shook their head, and carefully pressed her lips to Dominic's before giving a quick wink. "We're equals Dom. You've shown me that...Now, I look forward to your pretty self taking me out tonight" she admits, as her torso dissolves into more thin veils of smoke. The small clouds that burst from each dying light seemed to develop the small wings of a butterfly that fluttered away into the air.

The spell gazed upon herself as she stretched out her arms. She threw her head back and dissolved into an uncountable amount of fleeting clouds. 'Butterflies... One of her favourite things, having always admired their beauty' Dom thought to himself.

Ansel gives a reassuring smirk as he grabs a flat yellow hat out of a wooden drawer, with the words "Taxi" written along the front. "Come on, love bird. I'll meet you at the front door. Needn't keep you from a certain princess" they say. In the hallway, he continues to utter, "You'll be just fine, I know it".

Dominic blushes shyly at the unexpected last minute encouragement, his sensitive ears twitching, prompting his tail to wag. He quickly grabs it with his right hand, as his left grips the front of the dress over his chest for instinctive comfort. He wets his lips, following his friend before quietly asking, "H-How do I look..?"

The two stop outside the threshold. Time seemed to stretch on, as Ansel spoke the only answer he could. "You look lovely", he says honestly with the warmest of smiles. With one graceful bow, Ansel lead Dominic away to the home of the true Ollie, to finally take them to a dance. And just maybe, it'll be a true night worthy of remembrance.

THE END
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Star! The first fifteen people to comment on this journal, I will put their avatar and the three deviations I like the most from their gallery on the list! 

Star! If you comment, you have to make a journal like this and do the same thing, putting me in the first spot.

Star! The idea of this is not to get a free feature, it is to spread art around for everyone! If you don't re-do it you will be taken off the list. 

I commented on pose-y's, The-Caster-Of-Spells, and IsNottaCatt's journals hence why the first three slots are taken.

1. :iconpose-y: 
:
thumb619866779: SS 2015: winter wonderland by pose-y C: Treetop Discovery by pose-y

2. :iconthe-caster-of-spells: 
Smol ??? by The-Caster-Of-Spells Meet The Artist ((Reupload)) by The-Caster-Of-Spells Martin in a maid dress by The-Caster-Of-Spells

3. :iconprismathedragon:
AT  Well aren't you adorable by PrismaTheDragon COM Professional by PrismaTheDragon DominicTheRaccoon.png by PrismaTheDragon

4. :iconinsanitycreator:
Escapee CC-1 by InsanityCreator Anulex by InsanityCreator School Sketches 32 by InsanityCreator

5. :iconcanstacat:
Sick kitty by canstacat  new ref finally!! by canstacat dom by canstacat

6. :icon60catboy:
Dr.Catboy by 60catboy Hi, I'm badass by 60catboy (B)romance by 60catboy

7. :iconzerosanity2713:
The BeastI hear a roar
Making my heart-rate soar
I scream
As it may seem
That only I can see
This great beast devouring me
Great white ivory fangs
Of the Beast, no tales are sang
There’s no mention
Of the devastation
Caused by this incarnation
Of forsaken evil
That can instantly kill
Sapping will
Resistance, worth nil
Your fear will flow
Feeding the Beast, making it grow
But It commits suicide
No need now to run or to hide
The Beast veiled in invisibilty
Now a corpse, is Monotony
InsomniaLooking up at the ceiling,
Starting to lose all feeling.
So tired, I’m going blind.
So tired, I’m losing my mind.
Why can’t I just,
Sleep?
Flicking between activities,
Flicking between channels on the TV;
Why couldn’t sleep be simplicity?
Writing beside a bedside light,
Not fighting sleep, but winning the fight.
Why can’t I find,
Sleep?
Laying in bed, eyes wide open,
Waking up more with each word written.
Going insane with a sleep deprived brain;
Need something to end the pain,
Need something like novocaine.
Please,
Just let me sleep…
The clock stretches from hour to long hour.
As time passes, it gets slower and slower.
As it gets later and later,
I try to fight this insomnia.
Please,
Put me to sleep.
The Old LieThrowing up into a toilet,
Sweating many cold bullets,
But I’m ok…
 
Nursing a broken heart;
I’m falling apart,
But I’m ok…
 
Coughing my lungs out;
Throat’s too sore to shout,
But I’m ok…
 
Sick of all life’s shit,
Wanting to end it,
But it’s ok….
 
… I’m just fine. 


8. :icondark-jackels:
Mobi by Dark-Jackels Butterfly by Dark-Jackels Grass is brownish by Dark-Jackels

9. :iconthatbabygirl:
Ink by thatbabygirl Anna by thatbabygirl Group Photo!! (request) by thatbabygirl

10. :iconbiuehaiku:
Alone Together by BIueHaiku Rawr XD (Art Trade) by BIueHaiku Hairswap by BIueHaiku

11. :iconfluoffy:
Chasing Stars by Fluoffy The TV Prince by Fluoffy Angel boy by Fluoffy

12. :icondaytimedeer:
bacon boo!! (redraw) by DaytimeDeer dominictheraccoon by DaytimeDeer catslushy by DaytimeDeer

*EDIT: Added Biuehaiku, Fluoffy and Daytimedeer since they added me to their feature journals.
Star! The first fifteen people to comment on this journal, I will put their avatar and the three deviations I like the most from their gallery on the list! 

Star! If you comment, you have to make a journal like this and do the same thing, putting me in the first spot.

Star! The idea of this is not to get a free feature, it is to spread art around for everyone! If you don't re-do it you will be taken off the list. 

I commented on pose-y's, The-Caster-Of-Spells, and IsNottaCatt's journals hence why the first three slots are taken.

1. :iconpose-y: 
:
thumb619866779: SS 2015: winter wonderland by pose-y C: Treetop Discovery by pose-y

2. :iconthe-caster-of-spells: 
Smol ??? by The-Caster-Of-Spells Meet The Artist ((Reupload)) by The-Caster-Of-Spells Martin in a maid dress by The-Caster-Of-Spells

3. :iconprismathedragon:
AT  Well aren't you adorable by PrismaTheDragon COM Professional by PrismaTheDragon DominicTheRaccoon.png by PrismaTheDragon

4. :iconinsanitycreator:
Escapee CC-1 by InsanityCreator Anulex by InsanityCreator School Sketches 32 by InsanityCreator

5. :iconcanstacat:
Sick kitty by canstacat  new ref finally!! by canstacat dom by canstacat

6. :icon60catboy:
Dr.Catboy by 60catboy Hi, I'm badass by 60catboy (B)romance by 60catboy

7. :iconzerosanity2713:
The BeastI hear a roar
Making my heart-rate soar
I scream
As it may seem
That only I can see
This great beast devouring me
Great white ivory fangs
Of the Beast, no tales are sang
There’s no mention
Of the devastation
Caused by this incarnation
Of forsaken evil
That can instantly kill
Sapping will
Resistance, worth nil
Your fear will flow
Feeding the Beast, making it grow
But It commits suicide
No need now to run or to hide
The Beast veiled in invisibilty
Now a corpse, is Monotony
InsomniaLooking up at the ceiling,
Starting to lose all feeling.
So tired, I’m going blind.
So tired, I’m losing my mind.
Why can’t I just,
Sleep?
Flicking between activities,
Flicking between channels on the TV;
Why couldn’t sleep be simplicity?
Writing beside a bedside light,
Not fighting sleep, but winning the fight.
Why can’t I find,
Sleep?
Laying in bed, eyes wide open,
Waking up more with each word written.
Going insane with a sleep deprived brain;
Need something to end the pain,
Need something like novocaine.
Please,
Just let me sleep…
The clock stretches from hour to long hour.
As time passes, it gets slower and slower.
As it gets later and later,
I try to fight this insomnia.
Please,
Put me to sleep.
The Old LieThrowing up into a toilet,
Sweating many cold bullets,
But I’m ok…
 
Nursing a broken heart;
I’m falling apart,
But I’m ok…
 
Coughing my lungs out;
Throat’s too sore to shout,
But I’m ok…
 
Sick of all life’s shit,
Wanting to end it,
But it’s ok….
 
… I’m just fine. 


8. :icondark-jackels:
Mobi by Dark-Jackels Butterfly by Dark-Jackels Grass is brownish by Dark-Jackels

9. :iconthatbabygirl:
Ink by thatbabygirl Anna by thatbabygirl Group Photo!! (request) by thatbabygirl

10. :iconbiuehaiku:
Alone Together by BIueHaiku Rawr XD (Art Trade) by BIueHaiku Hairswap by BIueHaiku

11. :iconfluoffy:
Chasing Stars by Fluoffy The TV Prince by Fluoffy Angel boy by Fluoffy

12. :icondaytimedeer:
bacon boo!! (redraw) by DaytimeDeer dominictheraccoon by DaytimeDeer catslushy by DaytimeDeer

*EDIT: Added Biuehaiku, Fluoffy and Daytimedeer since they added me to their feature journals.

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hi dom im veeerrryyy sleepy so im going to bed

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Nighty night!
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canstacat Featured By Owner 1 day ago  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
are you ok!???
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DominicTheRaccoon Featured By Owner 1 day ago
I'm sorry Ollie. It's a bad time for me. I want to be alone from everyone. Even my own dogs.
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canstacat Featured By Owner 1 day ago  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
please please talk to  me im really scared for you i want to help
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DominicTheRaccoon Featured By Owner 1 day ago
I'm tired of hurting people. I want to be alone. I'm sorry Ollie. You're a purrfect friend. Please, I'm just so tired 
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canstacat Featured By Owner 1 day ago  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Dom?
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MikaFoggy Featured By Owner 2 days ago  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thanks so much for your Fav!
Happy-haerted wolf Thank You Favorite 1 Speech Bubble - BeemoteThank You Favorite 2 Speech Bubble - Beemote 
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DominicTheRaccoon Featured By Owner 2 days ago
You're welcome!
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