#squishy my beloved ^^

[brick-a-doodle-do]

Little bird hybrid Tommy and cat hybrid Wilbur but Wilbur loves his little son :)

(don't worry lol it's fine)

hi sorry this took years and years and years and years something in the air made me want to write so i finally did :D

also wilbur is a catshifter cause it fit better mmmgfmds

but they say it came out of a small thing

cw: panic ?

wc: 874

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His brain is working, it's letting him shift and letting him pounce to the forest floor, it’s letting him pick sticks up, but he doesn't think that anything about what his brain is telling him to do is logical nor sustainable. In short: Wilbur doesn’t know what he’s doing. 

One rule set in place, no attachments, (Perhaps a common one amongst his kind), and the only thing to have ever gone wrong. Tommy hadn't been anywhere near him when he had gotten the urge to drift to the scent of a bobcat, which he had been eager to avoid at the time. He had managed to save Tommy, a tiny avian nearly tangled in the grasp of the feline. He himself had been a cat at the rescue of the tiny, one that conjured up a fight from the little bird. 

Days later, (And many more intentional meetings), Wilbur had a strange string in his chest pulling at his feline body, not the one that controls his shifts but another one, just as personal yet undefined. 

It made him feel strangely inclined to collect twigs. 

Tommy had no problem with such a thing, instead welcoming at the offering of help from his newfound friend. Wilbur just had to get used to the feeling of being a cat for longer than an hour. He never used the form for much other than exploration, the rest of his time he assumed the profile of Wilbur Soot, a local musician in the bustling city he lived in. 

His cat form offered much more adventure, albeit ones that ended in enforcement of the things he preferred to not participate in. 

Like Tommy. Especially making Tommy a nest. 

Perhaps Wilbur had been a little too caught up in his debate to notice as the avian steps closer to the edge of the branch, murmuring about every other thing that comes to his mind. Wilbur had been half-listening, chirping smally in response but mainly occupied with the precision of his nest job. 

With each satisfying twine of said nest, he’d leap from the branch and land on his paws, then pad off to colllect more sticks and scale the trunk of the tree, adjusting the positions of the twines and repeating the process, leaving Tommy to his own devices.

In what world would (wary) Wilbur have ever considered doing that? It only results in the same outcome:

Tommy’s rambles are cut off with a loud yelp which draws out into a scream, a sound of terror that makes the fur on Wilbur’s neck stand. He turns his head back, carefully balancing his way over to the branch in search of Tommy, eyes as wide as they could be and an unsure whine in the back of his throat. Below him, a miniature splash spills into his ears and suddenly his paws are walking for him, right off the edge of the branch and into open air, panic rising in him that causes a shift mid-air, his form lengthening and causing more of a splash than his cat-self would have. 

Through kicking his feet in a panic, he quickly— while still submerged in the river— shifts back and paddles back up to the top. The feeling of water soaking into his fur makes him internally cringe, the extra weight nearly dragging him down. 

He spots Tommy easily, (Giant red wings couldn't have made it hard),  the tiny looking around for what Wilbur could only assume to be either Wilbur or the culprit of the splash, (Also Wilbur). His wings flutter wildly the longer Tommy fights to stay above the surface. Wilbur paddles closer to the avian, meowing in concern, (And irritation), at the way he flails. 

“Oh—fuck, come here, uh, cat, I completely think there's a human here and I don't think I'm the most skilled swimmer,” Tommy pleads, swirling his fingers together to attract Wilbur as if he wasn't swimming directly Tommy’s way. 

He approached, ducking his head so he can get a grip of the back of Tommy’s shirt, picking him up gently and continuing to paddle his way to shore. 

“Thanks big man,” Tommy applauds, out of breath. Suddenly, he’s reaching back to stroke Wilbur’s nose. He purrs at the action. 

Finally, the depths of the water seem to disperse and he finds his footing on the river bed, then up onto the grassy forest floor. Tommy murmurs something about being let down, but Wilbur promptly ignores it and scouts out their tree, an easy find considering the bark of it had claw marks from Wilbur’s failed attempts at agility. 

Wilbur pounces, latching onto the trunk and carefully climbing up it, tail out for balance and his ears pulled back as he concentrates. He strays to the side as a familiar branch catches his attention, a bundle of twines and leaves settled midway along the branch. 

The avian struggles out of his bite and falls into the cushioned nest. Wilbur sits beside the boy and considers doing something, but only stares at Tommy as he situates himself. 

Wilbur jumps from the branch and lands on his paws. and without a glance back he finds his way back to his home. He has got to stop seeing this tiny. 

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[critter-covenant]

tiny doodles before i eep eep

[missmonstrance]

Every time a Papa/Cardinal is depicted with chiseled abs and minimal body hair, a demon loses it's horns

[duckduckgoose-exe]

HES SO. CUTIE. UGHHHH.

[x-house-housex]

TW: SLIGHT GORE

Also this one I did in like, 10 minutes lol.

My gallery made the image fuzzy when I cropped it, so my apologize. 😞 Androids gotta step up their game. Smhrn

[nyckie]

i look up blorbo in the dictionary and this is what i find

just look at this guy. i could commit crimes for him too

[starry-kittens]

He’s such a funny little goober how could people ever be scared of him!!

[sydneighsays]

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[brick-a-doodle-do]

BRICK HAVE YOU SEEN RISE OF YHE GUARDIANS

NEIN I HAVE NOT!

[pebbleyoufindonthestreet]

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Obsession? Whattt nooo…

[chimaeracrew]

I know this is his last game as a shark, and I don't know where he's going. But I think his time in San Jose did him wonders, because there's light back in his eyes that was gone in Denver. So thanks, sharks brethren, for taking care of Georgie ❤️ I hope he finds somewhere to play to his best, and I hope the sharks rebuild with the pieces they have and get to the playoffs soon.

[omuricebreakfast]

Drew @jukoduko's silly mans in whiteboard w/ em HEHEHEHE I had so much fun!!! GO CHECK EM OUT!!!

We wanted to see how we would draw each others sillies so this is how I would draw Jukenito!!

[x-house-housex]

Kinito Pet art dump!!! Recently got into the game and don't know much about it :P

Also a Thatch Jumpscare. If you watched Casper Scare School growing up then you're my new best friend <3.

Anyways!! Since I'm new to the Kinito Fandom, if ya'll wanna fill me in on any lore or headcannons, my comments and ask is open :)

Thank you everyone for all the support!! Stay lovely! :3

[ssaraexposs]

Baby patootie

[i-am-beckyu]

UR ACTUALLY SO COOL RHATS WHAT

NO YOU'RE SO COOL!

I CAN'T MEASURE UP TO YOUR COOLNESS!

[theanonymousninja247]

✨🎨 Collab 🎨✨

GUYS GUYS GUYS EVERYBODY SHUT UP (affectionately) AND LOOK AT THIS!

I did my very first OC collab with the very talented @starryheadedghost and her OC Juno! AND LOOK AT HOW CUTE SHE DREW MY SON! Look at him in her style and be in awe! He’s so delightful and charming I’m gonna cry 😭🙌🏼

Also I want yall to know while I treated Juno with the utmost respect (although I was a bit slow) my friend was holding my son hostage. Literally

SHE SENT ME THIS AS A THREAT! And I loved every second of it. Vincent got his enrichment😅