#toe bean wren

[pie-bean]

Wren is out hitchhiking 🛸

[angrelysimpping]

as kitties 🐈

Alex is an orange tabby with eyes that make them look like they never get a turn with the single brain cell that all orange tabbies share. Silly kitty is very strong. Breaks toys by accident all the time.

Avery is a tuxedo cat. Slender and slinky. Sleeps in the weirdest looking positions. Hisses a lot, will stop mid purr to hiss.

Bailey is either a mostly black cat or a Sphinx cat. Either way, they have golden eyes; a pink nose and toe beans; and a notch in one of their ears. Sleeps in adorable positions. Talkative as hell because they're swearing. Has a heart shape on their body somewhere by law.

Eden is a Main Coon cat. Huge. So goddamn fluffy. Has knocked you down before jumping on you unexpectedly. Will do it again. Purr is near deafening.

Kylar is just this teeny tiny black cat that you think wasn't fed right because of how small they are. Little tiny meows. Starts to purr every time they see you. Their tail does that little happy, excited vibration every time they see you as well.

Leighton as some fat grey cat. Maybe a British Shorthair, but not necessarily. Default smug look. Really long, scratchy sounding meows.

Remy is a Calico. I have no reasoning for this, but they are. It's the vibes. Feel like their tail is crooked. Their claws always stick out a little, you can hear them tip taping on hard surfaces.

Robin is just a little sweetheart. Short hair but fuzzy. No discernible breed. Constantly looks like their smiling. Purrs easy. Love being held.

Sydney as a flame point Siamese cat. The sweetest meow in town. Almost constantly making biscuits.

I really wanna say Whitney is a Ragdoll just cause it's funny, they'd be the exact antithesis of a Ragdoll cat. Maybe a Bengal, if they're any discernable breed at all. Nibbles on fingers in what is probably a display of affection. Very loud meow.

Maybe a Scottish Fold for Wren. Though Wren's way more vocal than most Scottish Folds. Sneaky kitty. Has a horde somewhere of random things: hair ties, pens, coins, the odd sock. Half of it isn't even yours.

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Justice

Here is the eighth Charity member of the bringers of happiness: Justice.

Abilities: Flight, immortality, shapeshifting, enhanced tracking abilities, and enhanced speed.

Is Humility, Chastity, and Temperance’s younger sister.

Her role is to enact justice to those who call upon it. Like a bounty hunter but less murdery and more of an incurable prankster.

Loves to prank her sisters and cousins. Her favorite target? Diligence.

Rebellious. Prefers to live of the wild side of life wherever her namesake may take her. Even if it defies the word of the gods or her mother.

Due to her rebellious behavior, Zeus highly suspected her to be the one who kidnapped Hercules.

Acts like she doesn’t care about bad situations, but she's too afraid of letting her emotions out because she doesn’t want her family to see how weak she can be.

Her nose twitches as a nervous tick.

Likes to wear the bow on her neck lose because she likes the freedom it offers her.

Has toe beans.

Fastest flyer out of her sisters and cousins. In fact, she, Hermes, and Iris used to have friendly races against each other. Unfortunately, Justice always came in last compared to the messengers of the gods/god of swiftness and goddess of the rainbow.

When she shapeshifts, it's usually in magenta tones.

Headcanon Voice: Sabine Wren: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TBd5QNyg2NQ

[galaxofmuses]

" y - you know I lll ... love you, please? wi ... with aaaall my heart! " she spreads her arms as wide as she can & stands on her toes, nearly tumbling forward. " thi ... thiiiiiiiiiis much! " // ( for the whole of Team Sonic 🥺🤲 Sky, Wren, & Knuckles! )

𝑮𝑹𝑼𝑴𝑷𝒀 𝑿 𝑺𝑼𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. // Still Accepting!

It was the usual pot luck picnic on Angel Island with Team Sonic and invited their precious bean friend Ari. The three chatted for awhile and munching on a variety of different foods, most of them are made by Amy since she always manage to have food to spare for her friends. Plus she knew that Sonic and the crew does not take care of themselves and especially Sonic and Tails.

Sonic was munching on a chili dog while Tails was munching on a fresh mix greens salad and Knuckles is trying out one of Amy’s lovely apple pies. On top of that to wash it down with the famous pink lemonade. As they chat about random things and getting away about the doctor’s schemes and adventure. This was their day to relax. 

As they move on into another subject, the three looked over at the girl who decided to stand up and proclaim her love of all of them. 

" y - you know I lll ... love you, please? wi ... with aaaall my heart! "

Of course, they all immediately noticed that she is definitely going to fall and the team did not hesitate to catch her. Of course Sonic was quick enough to catch her in front while the others did follow through to support them from behind.  Then there was silence with everyone and then it broke into a fit of laughter.

“Heh...We all love you too Ari.”

“Yeah! Definitely with all of our hearts as well!”

“And we will never forget you!” 

The joy and the laughter echoes through the floating ancient land without a care, but all of the animals can definitely sense there was a bond of love that just keeps getting stronger every day.

[marchaba2bookofdustpuppetry]

mon 21 nov pt2

cut out the inside shapes out of the vixen legs. used a drill to make holes in the corners to be able get the jig saw in to cut the shapes. the cut out shapes were a design aspect that we hadn't gotten around to cutting out before now, the vixen is a deamon for a member of the CCD

cut, foam snipped, and evo-ed on the foam toe beans/pads onto the paws of the animals that didn't have them yet. these were ben cat, cat cat (one with the mouth mech), vixen, marmoset (the foam was cut by abi on this one), and golden monkey.

helped wren evo in the line of light to go around the edge of the pharmacy sign, they hadn't used evo before so i helped them out

pad out the top of the legs for the marmoset and vixen then trim around the edges to round them out

rehearsal report notes

[xo-vesta]

@pie-bean's island Toe Bean!!!

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This island is just so much fun, like there are all these little details that just make it a delight to run around in for hours. It's also really gorgeous and scenic. Every time Magpie uploads a DA I just get so excited to run around in it.

The houses are all amazing as well and the new inn is just SO COOL. (I'm eating a doughnut in the entrance/kitchen!) The character's on the island are also lovely (even Wren, who was like stalking me for awhile lmao. I'd turn around and he just be there.)

I just absolutely love Toe Bean and I think everyone should look at this DA at least once!!

[raybidtickles]

Top 10 OCs with the Prettiest Feet

Which of my ocs have the prettiest feet.

I think I've been pretty open about liking feet. I think they can look really pretty and cute.

List is determined by a number of things. Well three things most; 'How pretty I think the character is', 'Do they care enough to take care of their feet', and 'How ticklish are their feet'. Idk if this is objectively speaking or just my bias here we go lol

10. Orochi

- Orochi doesn't have feet most of the time because he prefers his naga form. When he shapeshifts and does have feet I can't help but think they'd be super pretty. They'd be so soft and horribly ticklish since they always feel so 'new' when he has them. He'd be higher on the list, but since he's a shapeshifter he makes his feet that pretty on purpose. And that doesn't feel fair lol

9. Galene

- Like Orochi, Galene doesn't have legs most of the time. She's a giant ocean goddess, most of the time her lower half is just tentacles. Though when she has them they are soft and smooth. Since legs and feet are a very new sensation they're of course very ticklish. She's never really been tickled before, but she would love having them tickled.

8. Maggie

- Maggie's feet are more cute than pretty tbh. Maggie is fairly short so her feet are petite. She has the cutest sensitive toes that give her the squeakiest little giggles. She runs around bare foot most of the time which is a bonus. Being a druid she can turn into various animals and sometimes after leaving animal form she keeps a few of their traits as a side effect. So she sometimes has peets after she's been a wolf or something lol

7. Sariel

- Sariel is kind of a privledged little shit so he's used to getting a little spoiled. He regularly goes to get pedicures and yes they tickle and make him giggle like an idiot. He thinks they're worth it though because he's kind of vain. He also has his toe nails painted because he thinks it looks good on him. Being an angel he's also just pretty by nature so it just makes sense his feet are also pretty.

6. Anara

-Anara is honestly one of my pretties lady ocs so of course she also has pretty feet. She's able to dampen her ticklishness so you wouldn't be able to tell, but her feet are so bad. It doesn't help that she mixes magic lotions that she uses on herself to keep them soft. She's a ler most of the time, but if someone gets her she wants them to get her good.

5. Wren

-Wren, my sweet ice prince is so pampered and spoiled as a prince. He has a private staff that helps primo him every morning. He has a specific care routine and that includes important attention on his feet. Wren loves having his feet played with in any regard. Massaged, tickled, kissed ect you name it. Wren takes effort to make his feet look irristiable to touch.

4. Saffron

-Honestly my reasoning if very similar for what I said for Wren's. Saffron in general wants to look the best he can for any occasion. He's not as blatant as enjoying attention as Wren is, but it's there under a layer of denial. I imagine Wren and Saffron are on the same level of prettiness, but Saffron is way more ticklish on his feet soooo

3. Bliss

-Bliss is very blatant about her love of being tickled. She's such a chaotic switch that's happy in any regard. She's always ready to show off her feet and try to tempt people to get her. She wears toe rings and ankles because she likes to accessorize and thinks her feet are one of her best qualities. She also has beans!! So bonus points!

2. Louis

-There is no way this vain jester doesn't have absolutely immaculate feet. He does tight rope and trapeze so his feet are his goods. He basically never wears shoes and if they're on display all of the time they have to look good all of the time. He has lil claw nails and he paints them. On the big toe nails he paints a lil shade and diamond design. His feet are also one of his worst spots so that's a big factor.

1. Dioni

-I'm just gonna say right now that this is pure bias. I love my racoon man and I will never not think he has the prettiest feets. First of all he's got peets and lil claws. Second of all they are so ticklish and he loves having them wrecked. He will deny that fact, but he loves getting wrecked til he cries on his feet. Third, Dioni sells feet pics online so of course he always makes sure they are in good condition. He has one person he goes to for pedicures only because he's picky about who does it. 10/10 good raccoon.

[livingmybestfictionallife]

Live Wire --The Dirt--(8)

Summary: Wren Ledden, Tommy’s best friend from high school, has had a rough life, and she intends to keep the nitty gritty details of her suffrage to herself until the day she dies. Only Tommy has gotten her to open up about a small portion of her troubles, and it’s only Tommy who she trusts with her life. That is until her life gets turned around sneaking into a concert one night...the same night Motley Crue is born.

AN: this chapter I think is shorter than the others by far, so don’t be mad, but another is coming this week!

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Previous Chapters:

One,    Two,    Three,    Four,    Five,    Six,    Seven

For months, Wren was able to keep her job at the public library a secret from the band. They were loud and boisterous people—except Mick—and were sure to embarrass the living hell out of her, or even get her fired if they dared set foot into her work, so it remained a secret until her drunken ass spilled the beans.

“You’ll need a shit ton of fliers if you’re going to even try and draw a crowd,” Wren slurred after a long night of drinking with Tommy and Nikki. Nikki had managed to secure the band a spot performing three nights during next week at the Whiskey-A-Go-Go, and was currently panicked about not bringing in revenue. It took nearly a month of schmoozing his boss to even consider letting their band play, and even then it was allowed on the stipulation of bringing money into the night club.

“Maybe a radio ad!” Tommy gasped, his eyes wide with thrill until Nikki threw a half-eaten piece of bread at Tommy’s face.

“Do we look like we can afford a radio ad?” Nikki laughed.

“Do we look like we can afford fliers?” Tommy asked seriously in response.

“I can print them for free at work!” Wren had exclaimed in an excited tone as she jumped up at her own idea, subsequently tossing whiskey from her glass and onto her skin. And that was the end of her secret of employment. She was, however, able to print a few hundred fliers, and then she and the guys took to the strip at all hours of the day and night to post the news of Mötley Crüe’s debut.

The night before their first performance, the band met to solidify their set list and perfect the tiny details that irked either Nikki or Wren’s ears. Their practice ran short when Lovey sprang through the door and demanded to be included in the band’s “process.”

“What the fuck does that even mean?” Nikki asked as the blonde repositioned the frilly, light blue tank top that hardly covered her braless tits.

“Like her!” she then pointed to Wren. “Come on, which one of you is she fucking to be this close to the action?”

“Watch yourself, lady,” Mick gently warned as Tommy rose from his seat, Nikki tightened his fists, and Wren placed her hands on her hips in defiance.

“Babe,” Vince said in a soft, coaxing voice as he reached tentatively for his girlfriend’s arm.

“No, which one is it? Is she giving it to the old fuck?” Mick held his hands up above his heads, cleansing himself of any involvement in the altercation to come. “Who is it, Wren?” Lovey pressed the girl standing in stark contrast to her. Her done up make up and fanciful clothes looked like something out of a movie compared to the sweaty, tied up hair and bland, tattered, baggy t-shirt that swallowed Wren’s body. Why the hell is she threatened by me? Wren thought as the gap closed between she and Vince’s girlfriend. “Could it be the scrawny drummer? Or maybe it’s the bass playing motherfucker who doesn’t know shit about music.”

“Yeah, and some dumb bitch fawning over a cover band called ‘Rock Candy’ is so much more knowledgeable,” Wren retorted with venom on her tongue and a sting in her bite.

“Wren,” Tommy’s voice acted as a warning, not for her to back off, but for her to quickly make up her mind if Lovey was worth what was to come. When she turned to face the band in an attempt to gauge their opinions on the events unfolding before them, Wren’s eyes met Nikki’s cold stare. His lips were pressed thin and anger overwhelmed his face. Tommy was equally unenthused with the situation, and Mick bestowed a look of concern.

“Listen to them, Wren,” Lovey teased with her pouty lips poked out, “or they may not let you play with their dicks tonight.” The blonde’s big eyes were opened even wider as she anticipated Wren’s response; however, it was Nikki’s voice that cut through the tense silence.

“Vince, get a hold of your mutt,” Nikki shouted more at Lovey than to Vince. A defensive look flashed from his eyes as his gaze met Wren, only to see the frustration that coated her appearance.

“Stay out of it, Nikki! I don’t need your help!” Wren snapped with ice in her veins at the same moment Vince’s girlfriend retaliated.

“Fuck you, Sixx!” she yelled. “You can call me whatever the fuck you want; it doesn’t change the fact that you’re just too blind to see she’s just a stray you three let in for an easy fuck!” Her comment sat uneasily on all of the men’s shoulders, however they were hesitant to speak as they internalized the bitter, cold, and dissevered tone that had hissed at Nikki moments ago.

“The difference between you and I is that I don’t have to flash my money or my tits to get attention from a single one of these guys, and I still have more respect from all of them than you’ll see from any man in your pitiful, entitled fucking life.” Tommy couldn’t help the snorted chuckle that escaped his lungs as Wren finished her statement. Mick had a wide smile spread with his eyes narrowed and he nodded in agreement with Wren’s words. Vince, who had been hesitant to take sides in this argument faded to the background without a word in favor of either woman, and Nikki remained a statue by his bass amp as he continued to mull over the sting of Wren’s personal attack.

Lovey took a step forward and positioned herself so that she stood with less than an inch separating Wren’s chest from her own. Everyone in the room noticed Lovey ease up onto her toes so that her lips could be level with Wren’s ear due to their distinctive height difference. Lovey’s voice was a chilling breeze as she spoke so softly not a single person could make out a word that traveled from her lips except for Wren. As Wren stood flatfooted, back straight, posture erect, she stared forward and refused to bring a single bit of the emotions swirling within her to her face. “There’s nothing wrong with making up for lost time,” she began, “but will any of them really replace the taste of Clay?” Wren swallowed hard as she tried to suppress the lump that manifested so quickly in her throat. Her body became immobile as her veins turned into frozen rivers and her skin burned as hot as the surface of the sun. From across the room, Tommy immediately noticed all color wash from Wren’s face. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest so rapidly she thought her heartbeat alone could set the pace for the band’s next song. Wren could hear her name being called out, and she could see Tommy, Mick, and Nikki’s lips moving, but the voices were so distant, so severed from the bodies they came from, she ignored them altogether.

“How the fuck do you know about that?” she asked lowly only for the blonde to huff, flip her hair over her shoulder, and turn away. “How the fuck do you know that?!” Wren’s voice echoed even louder as she lunged after the much shorter woman and spun her around with a single, firm grip of her shoulder.

“It doesn’t matter how I know,” Lovey flippantly said with an aura of innocence surrounding her, “it just matters that I do.” In a blinding rage, Wren threw Lovey to the ground, only to be surprised that the other woman had grabbed a fistful of Wren’s hair and pulled her down as well. Lovey tried to pull Wren’s hair, but found herself curling up into a fetal position as Wren directed kick after kick and punch after punch to the girl’s ribs. Seeing this as an opportunity, Wren crawled on top of Lovey, used her knees to pin the girl’s limbs to her sides, and then landed two punches to the face before she felt Tommy’s arms slip around her.

“Get the fuck off me, Tommy!” Wren shouted before she slipped away from his grasp, shoved him away from her, and made another lunge at Lovey, who had taken her moment of freedom to stand and make a bolt for the door.

“Nik!” Tommy yelled out as Wren crossed his path. He and Mick had both set aside their instruments at the beginning of the girls’ argument, in case something like this were to happen. To Lovey’s fortune, Nikki was able to intercept Wren by snaking an arm around her hips, spinning her around, and flipping her over his shoulder.

“Put me down, Nikki!” she shouted. “Damn it, Sixx! Put me the fuck down!”

Ignoring Wren’s protests, Nikki called out first to Vince, then to the others, “Take her home, we’ll finish practicing tomorrow.” As he walked toward the back most room of the apartment—his room—he tried to ignore Wren’s angry fists pounding into his back, he tried to hold her still as best he could without getting himself kicked in the face, and he hoped she would calm down enough to talk to him instead of scream like she had done since the second Tommy tried to pull her away from Lovey.

Once inside his room, Nikki slammed the door shut and flipped Wren onto his bed so that her back landed against the mattress, forcing her body to bounce up like a ragdoll. He flicked the light on and stared at her with passionate anger manifesting in a steaming ball in his stomach. “What the fuck was that about?” he asked sharply as he stood over her. Wren still laid with her back against the mattress and her elbows propped up to support her, her eyes casting up in an angry scowl at Nikki.

“None of your business,” she retorted.

“Bullshit! I was just trying to help you out there!” Nikki stated as he took another step closer to where she lay.

“I don’t need anyone to fight my battles for me,” she hissed, “let alone you!”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Nikki’s eyes continued to peer down at Wren as she laid all too comfortably on his bed with a defensive arrogance that both pissed him off and intrigued him.

“You don’t fucking know me, Sixx,” she hissed. “You don’t get the right to try and defend me when you have no idea what the fuck is going on.”

“You don’t let anyone get to know you!” Nikki snapped. He’d been hanging around Wren for long enough to know that she knew more of anyone else’s secrets than anyone knew of hers, and tonight just proved it. “You’re best fucking friend is out there and he doesn’t even know what the fuck is going on!”

“It’s no one else’s damn business!” Wren’s voice was sharp as she pulled herself to her knees and stared at Nikki with her eyebrows narrowed and her jaw taught.

“It is when you make it our business,” he retorted with his eyes narrowed in on her. Wren stood from her position on the bed and placed herself directly in front of Nikki.

“I didn’t make it everyone’s business! That bitch started all of this shit—” Before Wren could reach the end of her defense, Nikki’s voice interrupted her and turned her own words into a noose around her throat.

“Who is Clay?” Silence followed his question as both of their chests heaved in anger and the two stared into each other’s eyes. Each set of orbs, either hazel or grey reflected the same angsty, impatient, and frustrated glare as if the two souls were connected in their own misery. Nikki quickly noticed the subtle changes in Wren’s posture. Her shoulders tightened, her jaw clenched, her entire body turned into a stiff, unflexing wax replica of Wren, and all sense of emotion—hope, anger, hatred, fear—abandoned her otherwise pleasant face. After an overly long moment of anxiously staring down at the woman, Nikki folded his arms over his chest and widened his stance. Wren tugged at her lower lip with her teeth and Nikki saw for the first time, a—100% without a shadow of a doubt—true sign of vulnerability in Wren Ledden. However, in that single action—her holding her lip between her teeth in anxious terror—she stepped forward, jammed her index finger into Nikki’s chest, and with a quivering voice that was caught in her throat spoke.

“Don’t you ever say that fucking name around me ever again.” Without needing to be prompted, Nikki nodded, gently pulled Wren’s arms past his sides until she wrapped them around his torso, and softly placed his hands against her. One rested in the middle of her back and the other lay gingerly against the back of her head. He tried his best to ignore the warm pools of tears that gathered against his shirt and soaked into his skin, and he tried not to imagine the infinite sadness that her face could impose—her lips pulled tight in strain with the indention of her teeth lining her lower lip, he cheeks beet red and streaked with agonizing tears, her eyes puffy and hopeless—but he failed in this endeavor.

Nikki noticed the door to his room creep open ever so slightly to reveal Tommy’s curious expression begging to know if his friend was okay. He didn’t expect to see Wren wrapped up in Nikki’s arms. He didn’t expect to hear her soft sobs—a sound not even his ears had experienced before—but more than anything else, he didn’t expect to see a lonely, solitaire tear slide down Nikki’s face.

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I've been working on Wren's bedroom a bit, mostly from stuff I had lying around

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Protect your picnic food well or else they will take it

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Fun times in the museum

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Have a nice Bug-Off everyone! 🦋🐜

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Tabby visited Wren! Their house isn't the coziest but Tabby was very sweet

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I hope everyone had a fun Halloween yesterday! 🎃

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Tabby visited Wren's house while I was in the sealed off room and unable to greet her. In the end she just went home

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Hangout at Wren's place! 🧙‍♀️👽