feralscript

[feralscript]

🌙✨ Calling all plushie lovers, dreamers, and creature creators! ✨🌙

I’m working on a very personal and magical project — a stuffed animal like no other. Not just a toy, but something that feels alive. A companion stitched together with story, mystery, and heart. And I need your help to shape it.

Here’s my question for you: If you could walk into a store and see any stuffed animal — what would it be?

🧵 It doesn’t have to exist in the real world. 🦴 It doesn’t have to follow the laws of biology or even logic. 💫 It just has to be something you’d fall in love with on sight.

Think weird, wonderful, wild — or soft, cozy, and quiet. Think about what you would want to hug when the world feels too loud. Think about the creature that would make your inner child smile without even knowing why.

✨ Drop your dream plushie idea in the replies or reblog with your thoughts. I want to hear it all — the tender, the strange, the sweet, and the monstrous.

Let’s fill the shelves with creatures no one has dared to make… yet.

[feralscript]

Divina x Deaf Reader

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ Different doesn't mean less︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The dorm room was quiet - but too quiet.

Divina knew something was wrong the second she opened the door. The air was sharp, tense.

Her instincts pricked with unease. And then she saw you—standing in the center of the room, your shoulders trembling, eyes rimmed red, fists clenched around your hearing aids like you were ready to hurl them against the wall.

Siren energy buzzed from you like static electricity, wild and uncontrolled, the kind that only ever surfaced when your emotions were spiraling.

"Hey, hey—breathe," Divina said, voice soft but firm as she gently closed the door behind her. She stepped inside slowly, hands raised in that way she did when she knew you were on the edge—never threatening, just present.

You didn’t hear her voice, of course. Not right now. Not with the world muffled and warped without your hearing aids in place. But you felt her. Her presence—always calming, always grounding—hit you like a wave.

Your eyes snapped to hers.

Frustration, shame, exhaustion—it was all there. Divina read it like an open book. And your fingers twitched, caught between throwing the damn devices and collapsing under the weight of the day.

You signed with shaky hands, “I’m so tired. I hate this. I just—I don’t want to do this today.”

Divina closed the distance in two steps.

She didn’t take the hearing aids from your hands. She didn’t make you put them in. She just pulled you into her arms, soft and certain, holding you like the center of her universe wasn’t about to crack.

Her chin rested gently on your shoulder. Her voice was quiet, murmured right into your skin—not so you'd hear the words, but so you’d feel the warmth in them. “You don’t have to be okay right now. Not for me. Not for anyone.”

You didn’t respond at first. Your breathing was uneven. Her scent—clean water, salt, the faintest trace of her favorite shampoo—wrapped around you. Familiar. Safe.

She slowly guided your hands to hers and signed, “You are not broken. You are not too much. I love you just as you are.”

You blinked. Hard. Your grip on the hearing aids loosened.

“But I’m so tired of fighting to be heard,” you signed back, voice trembling, eyes falling.

Divina cupped your face gently, thumb brushing beneath your eyes. Her expression was heartbreakingly soft.

She signed slowly, carefully: “I hear you. Even in silence. Especially in silence.”

You didn’t mean to cry. But her words cut through the chaos like moonlight across dark water. You leaned into her, finally letting the weight fall away, and she held you like she had all the time in the world to do just that.

There were no fixes offered. No "look on the bright side." Just presence. Understanding. And a love that didn’t shrink from the hard moments.

Later, when you were calm—tucked under the blanket with her arms around you—she helped you set your hearing aids down gently on the nightstand. Not discarded. Not rejected. Just... resting.

Just like you.

And when she signed again, “Different doesn’t mean less,” you believed her.

Maybe for the first time all day.

Been a hot second since I put one of my writings up. Here is my second story of deaf representations with my favorite characters. So sad Divina won't be returning to season two of Wednesday. Hope you guys enjoy it!

[feralscript]

Wall-E Short Story

. . . . . ╰──╮Alone Among the Ruins╭──╯ . . . . .

In the beginning, Wall-E was not alone

There were thousands - no, tens of thousands - just like him. Endless rows of squat, boxy workers rolling over fields of waste, their treads grinding against the dust-caked earth. The sky was thick with pollution, the air heavy with the human of machinery. They did not speak, but they worked, their compactors pressing the bones of civilization into neat little cubes, stacking them like tombstones over a planet long abandoned.

Wall-E didn't have a name then. None of them did. They were identical, just pieces in a great, tireless machine.

. . . . . ╰──╮The First to Fall╭──╯ . . . . .

The first time it happened, Wall-E didn't understand.

The unit beside him - one he had worked next to for... how long? Months? Years? Decades? - jerked to stop mid-motion. A low, sputtering whine came its chest, and then its arms froze, cube half-formed, its optics flickered, struggling, before fading into darkness.

Wall-E beeped in confusion. He nudged it gently with his claw. Nothing.

He scanned the others, the endless lines of robots continued their work, undisturbed. No one stopped to help. No one even seemed to notice.

So Wall-E did what he had seen the humans do in the old tapes buried in the trash heaps - he reached out, touched the unit's side, and whispered a small, uncertain click.

Nothing happpened.

For hours, he stayed beside it. Waiting for the familiar hum of its motor to start again. But it never did. Eventually, as the sun dipped behind the smog, he did what the others did. He kept working.

. . . . . ╰──╮Collapse╭──╯ . . . . .

The failures spread like rust.

Every day, Wall-E saw another until slow, stutter, then stop. Some overheated, their cooling vents clogged with centuries of dust. Some simply ran out of power, their solar panels too caked in grime to recharge. Others crumbled spart, their treads snapping, their frames too corroded to hold themselves together.

He found pieces from the fallen, carefully prying off panels, pulling wires, trying to fit them into the broken ones. He clicked, he beeped, he poked and prodded. But he was not a repair bot. He did not know how to make them wake up.

The work continued. But it was quieter.

At first, Wall-E still had company. A few others remained. They never spoke, but their presence was reassuring. One in particular always worked beside him, their motions perfectly in sync. He began to notice them - how they would pause every evening, letting the last bit of sunlight hit their solar panels before shutting down for the night. How they always pressed their cubes into perfectly straight lines, as if the order mattered.

One evening, as Wall-E lined up his cubes, he turned to see them stopped. Their arms twitched once. Their optics blinked unevenly.

And then, nothing.

Wall-E reached out. He shook the gently. Click-click?

Nothing.

He stayed with them the entire night, watching, waiting, hoping. The sky remained empty. The wind howled through the towers of trash.

Morning came. The sun rose. The others worked.

Wall-E wallowed the strange, unfamiliar tightness in his circuits and kept working.

. . . . . ╰──╮The Last Goodbye╭──╯ . . . . .

It happened slowly, but it was inevitable. The remaining workers fell, one by one, like stars going out in the sky.

Wall-E stopped trying to fix them. He knew now that it wouldn't work. He just stayed with them as they went.

He held one's claw as its motor sputtered to a stop.

He sat beside another, watching its optics dim until they were nothing more than dark glass.

He whispered click-click to the last one standing. It did not answer.

And then, there was silence.

The air was different without them. The wind still howled, the dust still swirled, but the world felt emptier. He looked at the endless towers of cubes, perfectly stacked by the hands that would never move again.

He was the last.

For a long time, he just sat there, staring at the broken shells of those who had been his world.

But the sun was rising.

And Wall-E had work to do.

[feralscript]

Jinx X Hard of Hearing Reader

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: In the silence you have me ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

You weren't sure when you first noticed it getting worse. It had been slow - like the tide pulling away from the shore before you even realized the water had receded. Conversations became harder to follow, the hum of the city grew distant, and even Jinx's voice, the one sound you never wanted to lose, was slipping away.

You didn't tell her at first. Jinx had enough on her plate, and you didn't want to add more weight to her already heavy world. But she noticed - of course she did. She always noticed.

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ::･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

Tonight, you sat on the roof of your shared hideout, the city stretching out below, neon lights painting Jinx's pale skin in flickering color. She was rambling about something, hands gesturing widely, but you were struggling to catch her words. It was the final crack in the dam.

"I can't hear you," you whispered, voice tight. "Jinx I - It's getting worse. I don't know what to do."

She froze, her blue eyes locking into yours. For a moment, you feared she'd shrug it off. Make a joke, pretend it wasn't happening. But then she softened in a way few ever got to see.

Jinx moved closer, sitting cross-legged in front of you, her hands resting on her knees. "Why didn't you tell me?" she asked, her voice quieter now, slower. She wasn't mad. Just...hurt.

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ::･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

You swallowed, looking down at your hands. "Because I don't know how to deal with it. I'm scared, Jinx. It's like the world is disappearing, and I - I don't want to be alone in the quiet."

Something in her expression shattered. "You won't be," she said, without hesitation. She reached out, her fingers curling around yours, grounding you. "I know what it's like when the world turns its back on you, when you feel like drowning, like no one understands. But I do."

Your breath hitched. Jinx never talked about her own pain like this. Not like this.

"I can't fix it," she continued, her grip tightening slightly, "but I can be here. I'll learn, y'know? Whatever you need. Writing stuff down, signing, whatever works for you." She grinned, though there was a softness behind it. "Hell, I'll even make you some cool gadgets to help. Maybe something that lets you feel sound instead."

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ::･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

The lump in your throat threatened to break you. "Jinx..."

She reached up, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "You're not alone, okay? You'll never be alone."

The dam burst. You lunged forward, wrapping your arms around her, and she hugged you back just as fiercely. Jinx wasn't big on slow moments, but right now, she held you like she'd never let go.

And for the first time in a long time, the silence didn't feel so terrifying.

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ::･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

This is the first of many stories I will start writing. I am profoundly hard of hearing and my hearing is quickly going. I will have to get surgical hearing aids this year. I haven't seen too many disability representations on here, so I decided to make a series with all my comfort characters. I would love to write for you too so don't be shy to ask if you have any ideas as well and as always commissions are open. Prices are cheap because the world today. Hope you enjoyed this little comfort fic!

[feralscript]

Introductions and Welcomes

Welcome to FeralScript 🖋️🐾

Hey there, fellow wanderers of wild stories and untamed creativity! 🌿 I’m so excited to have you here at FeralScript, a place where fantasy, art, and knowledge come together. This space is where I share my writing, commissions, and creative work in a safe and welcoming environment. Whether you’re here to dive into feral worlds or simply explore, know that you’re always welcome.

I'm a HOH (Hard of Hearing), Lesbian, Non-Binary, and Asexual creator, blending my love for storytelling, art, and graphic design with everything I create. I'm constantly learning and experimenting with new techniques, fueled by a deep passion for fantasy, nerdy things, and unfiltered expression. ✨

🔸 What You’ll Find Here:

Commissions 🖌️: If you're interested in having something created—whether it’s writing, digital art, or graphic work—feel free to reach out!

Writing & Art ✨: Expect to see all kinds of wild and mystical works, inspired by my love of fantasy, mutants, and untamed beings.

Graphics & Edits 🎨: I also dabble in digital edits and design, so if that’s your thing, stay tuned for some cool content.

Where to find stuff:

[Pictures & Art]: Feel free to scroll through my posts—most images will be integrated within the writing or displayed at the top of each post, where they set the tone for each piece.

[Commissions]: For custom pieces, DM me or visit the commission page for details.

This blog is my little corner of the internet where I can express myself freely, and I hope it feels like a safe, inclusive space for everyone. Thanks for being here! 🖤

Feel free to Ask the Wild (my ask box) if you have any questions or just want to chat. I’m always open to new connections!

Let’s get wild. 🌟

I created this blog as a way to share my passions and build something meaningful for myself. It’s also part of my journey to save up and eventually move out of my homophobic house. Your support means the world, and I’m grateful to have a space where I can grow and create freely.