Secret Santa - Nitronick
tsumi moogle '11 characters ? themselves. happy holidays! nick blinked, distracted from the midst of the latest level of his video game by the animated ring-tone of his phone.
Into the Forest
Forest is fa: spottedsqueak / fa: forest-wolf tris is me the mogbutt is tsumi, aka kaijou this is a reward for patrons on my patreon!
On the Up and Up
Commission for kingdead on the up and up © tsumi moogle '16 characters themselves. he still couldn't believe the city had anti flying laws.
On the Up and Up
Commission for kingdead on the up and up © tsumi moogle '16 characters themselves. he still couldn't believe the city had anti flying laws.
Yankee Ass
Commission for jamie otter not my otter named jamie proofread by tsumi for aussie authenticity i did research and stuff ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ an echidna stepped into the underground club, looking around
Home Movies
This is a gift story for kyteriah and tsumi dylan is tsumi's jd is kyt's sean is mine ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ dylan grinned, the sunbleached otter humming to himself as he set up a little camera facing
Rawrporate Downsizing
© tsumi '14 characters themselves. it was strange for him to feel self conscious.
Just For Kicks
© tsumi moogle '21 characters © themselves. 'alright sir, all together, that will be $329.99, tap your card on the side, and your password on the screen when prompted!'
I dreamed him up.
Oh, also, tsumi (that wonderful mog) helped me edit it, and i can't thank him enough for his advice on some tiny changes we made that just made this all come together so well~ i'm me, and the sheppy is a guy i made up, so no real need for copyright stuff :
Crumbling Grades
This one was super fun to write~ icon by the awesome hyenahyena crumbling grades © tsumi moogle '18 characters © themselves the rabbit's lips pursed as he regarded his wand.
First Kiss
Story for tsumi of his all too adorable character dimitri the snowmew, and the first time he found out what makes him... different.
Doin' the dirty.
© tsumi moogle 2009. characters © their owners. streams of neon light cut through the hazey and dusty air of the darkened room. striping across the kid's back, he's bobbing, but his heart's not in it. why should it be? the room smells old, abused.