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For Bats the Bell Tolls -Trade-
The Lookout Tower certainly wasn't one of Tom Wool's easier "funhouses", but that didn't stop people from trying.
The structure was once an old watchtower, with a large, loud bell visible at the top for sounding an alarm in case trouble was spotted on its way.  Tom had purchased the tower and renovated it, fixing everything up and adding dozens of TomTech booby traps, before opening it to the public.
The conditions of the challenge were simple: after paying the admission fee and entering, get to the top of the tower and ring the bell, and you won the prize.  Of course, the myriad traps made this task easier said than done.
Today, a small crowd had gathered in front of the tower's main entrance.  A ticket-taker stood by the door, which was currently bolted shut.  Above the door, a monitor showed a live camera feed of the current challenger.
The current challenger, a bobcat, was carefully making his way up a flight of wooden stairs.  He looked carefully up and do
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The Family She Never Had -Gift-
"Don't worry, Hisspan-- I've already checked the area.  It's free of traps.  Go ahead."
For whatever reason, Wolfen Down seemed to have good luck when it came to stumbling upon ancient temples containing valuable undiscovered relics.  Just recently he'd stumbled upon a shrine housing a special mirror that supposedly acted as a window into alternate dimensions.  Although he hadn't peered into it himself, when he'd told his wife Hisspan about it she'd asked to try it out.
So here they were now.  Hisspan had asked in advance to look into the mirror alone, so Wolfen waited by the entrance as the cobra began to cross the room.  The journey was a slow one, mainly because of anticipation, but also because Hisspan wanted to avoid setting off any traps on the off chance her husband had overlooked them.
Thankfully, the trip to the mirror went without incident.  Hisspan climbed a short flight of stairs leading to the actual shrine.  The mirror was full-leng
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Carolina Chase and the Burglar -Gift-
Carolina Chase wiped her brow again as she stepped through the door of the luxurious manor she called home.  The entranceway of the estate felt unbearably warm to the adventurer, but then again she had just gotten back from an expedition to the North Pole; anyplace else would've felt warm after that.
As Callie hung up her coat, she noticed a handwritten note that'd been left for her on the end table.  The writing was backwards, like a reflection in a mirror; that alone was a major hint regarding who had written it.  Callie smiled knowingly as she held it up to a nearby mirror for decryption.
Callie,
There was a little incident while you were gone.  I dealt with it, but we now have a new pet to take care of; you can find her in the study.  Come see me in person and I'll explain further.
--Your reflection

Intrigued, Carolina Chase made her way down the hallway to the study.  Right away, a new cage sitting on the table caught her eye.  Step
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The Sea Lion Express
The island town of Ottershell had been lively for decades.  It had once been built at the end of a peninsula, before rising waters and erosion had submerged part of the peninsula and cut the town off from the mainland.  Still, it was prime real estate and a popular destination for trading and tourism.
Getting to and from the place, of course, became difficult.  The terrain wasn't suitable for a bridge, and the distance wasn't quite enough to justify travel by boat.  But the residents of Ottershell were inventive, and soon they'd established the Sea Lion Express, the primary method for ferrying passengers between the town and the mainland.
The whole thing was set up much like a bus route.  A location on each shore was designated as a station for the Express, and a team of sea lions swam individually back and forth in the waters between Ottershell and the mainland, picking up and dropping off passengers at each station.
Sea Lion #4, the fourth in the arbitrary nu
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Literature
A Pouch of Contraband -Toon-
Night had fallen over Veveria.  The moon and stars were out, providing spots of light in an otherwise dark evening sky.  Katie Wyles, 'toon kangaroo and renowned cat burglar, paused on the rooftop of the Veveria National Museum of Jewels and Other Valuable Artifacts to admire the night sky for a moment before turning her attention back to breaking in.  She had broken into the museum on multiple occasions, and tonight she had her eye on a particular object that had recently gone on display: the Coyote's Eye Topaz, a precious stone the size of a basketball.
Peering in through the skylight, Katie noted that she was directly above a row of display cases containing various artifacts and knickknacks.  She knew from a previous scout, though, that the Topaz wasn't in any of them.  Instead, the Topaz was in the single display case in the Purple Room, a special exhibition room with one door and no windows, made to house single artifacts of particular interest.
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The Flight Exam -Toon- -Trade-
Time seemed to slow to a crawl in the exam waiting room.  Ivan, a light brown 'toon wildcat, fidgeted with his flight suit as he waited for his turn to take his exam and get his flight license.
His flight suit was a rather odd-looking thing to anyone not versed in the field.  It consisted of a pair of special flight goggles, a belt with a little winch and claw and two metal cylinders on the front, two little metal cylinders, a pair of gloves with various controls and buttons on them, and two tubes running to the corners of his mouth from a pair of (currently empty) holders strapped to his back.  Currently he'd removed the tubes from his mouth, as they were a little irritating and he wouldn't need them until the exam itself.
Why can't they just call my name already?  I'm so nervous...
"Ivan Razzle?"
The wildcat perked up.  It was his turn.
"That's me."
"It's your turn for the exam.  Follow me to Hangar #3."
The examiner who'd called Ivan's name, a 't
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Literature
The New You Machines
Nobody saw the New You machines get installed.  They just appeared all over, in places like public parks and shopping malls.  They looked like fancy photo booths, but what they really did was physically transform the user for a set period of time.
Although the science behind it was complicated, for the user it was simple: insert your money, place a picture or photograph on the scanner, set the duration (the default was one week), and press the button.  Within seconds the user would be transformed to look just like whoever the picture was of.  How the machines were capable of replicating even details outside the picture was a mystery.
Practically overnight, these machines became wildly popular.  People would show up to parties looking like famous celebrities.  Boys would turn themselves into girls (and vice-versa, although this was slightly less common), just to see what it was like to be the opposite sex.  Couples would switch bodies to bond.
But turn
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Literature
Annoted Draft: The Firefighter
Real name: Emily Summers
Superhero name: The Firefighter (Note 1: Seriously?  SERIOUSLY?  That's about the least creative name possible.  But at the same time, I don't want a name too silly or flashy...)
Age: About 30
Appearance:
(TBD) (Note 2: To design Emily's general appearance, I should decide on an ethnicity for her, and build from there.  I want something besides standard Caucasian white, just this once.  But I'd feel awkward looking racial attributes up on Google...)
The Firefighter's superhero uniform is a standard firefighter's uniform: a yellow hat and coat, brown gloves, and black boots.  Instead of a standard number, the front of the hat bears her emblem, two purple F's that overlap diagonally.  (Note 3: Would that stand out enough for a superhero?  I don't want her to be mistakeable for an ordinary firefigh
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Rolling Felines -Trade-
CHU-CHUNG.
Sven barely paid attention to the metal shutter closing behind him.  He was too focused on what he'd come here for, and the fun times he was expecting to have once he found it.
Unicorn's Cave, the fifth dungeon of Holodrum, wasn't much of a hotspot, but a particular resident of it had caught Sven's attention the instant he'd read about him.  The dungeon's miniboss was a saber-toothed tiger named Syger that could turn into a spiked ball and roll around at high speeds.  That was all Sven needed to know to be sure they'd get along well, seeing as he himself was a tiger that could ball up (well, hybrid of tiger and armadillo technically, but whatever).
Green floor with octagons, just like the guide said.  This must be the place... now where is he?
As he thought that, Sven glanced up-- and there was his answer.  The large Mobian sabertooth was sitting up in the rafters, having only just noticed the tigerdillo in turn.
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Factory 999 -Gift-
The main industrial region of Veveria was big, to say the least.  Most of the region consisted of factories, warehouses, and production facilities of all sorts, less than half of which were still in service.  Some of the other factories had been unused for so long that nobody remembered what they were even built for anymore, not that a tour of them would be particularly enlightening since they tended to be thrown together willy-nilly.
It was at one of the abandoned factories that a particular police detective had just arrived.  Detective Briggs was as tough as they came, a fire-breathing 'toon dragon with scales as hard as steel.  An anonymous tip had indicated that a particular infamous trio of robbers had chosen this factory for their latest hideout.
Briggs took one more glance at the wanted poster he carried.  It depicted sketches of the aforementioned three robbers: an armadillo named Rock, a white sugar glider named Paper, and a black crow named Scissors.&
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Please
"May I please conquer the world?"
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Immersive
With every generation, video game developers work to make their games more immersive.
Graphics and audio become more and more detailed, and more and more realistic.  As motion control evolves, gaming controls become more complex and truer to the corresponding real-life actions.  No longer do you just press a button to open a chest; now you actually lift the lid and push it back.
...
I wish they'd known when to stop.
My brother got the new RTR-Box for his birthday.  "RTR" stands for "realer-than-real", and is commonly pronounced "rotor" by fans.
Last week he started playing some survival horror game.  I think it was called Black Hole Island or something like that.  He invited me to play with him, but I'm more into retro gaming, so I said no.
Nobody has seen him in days, and for good reason: my brother's lost in the game.  And I don't mean he's addicted to it; I mean he's actually lost in the game world, unable to find his way back to reality.
What am
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For obvious reasons, a person's fantasy works (especially their "fetishist" works) tend to reflect what they fantasize on a more basic level.  Some fantasize about power or glory; others, escaping from the harsh world around them.  Still others dream of being less vulnerable than they really are, or of having a different life or body than they were born into.  On one semi-recent occasion I correctly guessed someone's basic fantasy by reverse-engineering their specific ones, and we actually bonded over the experience.

My core fantasy is one of purpose.

I dream of knowing exactly what my talents are, and thereby putting them to good use.  I'm an irregularly shaped peg desperately searching for a matching hole (and I mean that in the least sexual way possible).

Many of you have probably noticed how introspective I am; I'm that way because I believe that the more thoroughly I know myself, the better an idea I'll have of how to apply myself.  I've said in a journal entry back in 2013 that my patron adjective is "useful", meaning that I tend to value usefulness in everything; that's almost certainly because of my desire to be useful myself.

Will I find my elusive purpose here on DeviantART?  At this point, it's impossible to say.  I'm not even sure if I'll know it when I see it.

I hope I do.

(I've been told that I'm a good writer, and that I'm great at following instructions.  But what can I make out of that?)

Journal History

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The Lookout Tower certainly wasn't one of Tom Wool's easier "funhouses", but that didn't stop people from trying.

The structure was once an old watchtower, with a large, loud bell visible at the top for sounding an alarm in case trouble was spotted on its way.  Tom had purchased the tower and renovated it, fixing everything up and adding dozens of TomTech booby traps, before opening it to the public.

The conditions of the challenge were simple: after paying the admission fee and entering, get to the top of the tower and ring the bell, and you won the prize.  Of course, the myriad traps made this task easier said than done.

Today, a small crowd had gathered in front of the tower's main entrance.  A ticket-taker stood by the door, which was currently bolted shut.  Above the door, a monitor showed a live camera feed of the current challenger.

The current challenger, a bobcat, was carefully making his way up a flight of wooden stairs.  He looked carefully up and down, aware that any step might trigger a trap.  Then he stopped, noticing that one of the steps had a very blatant red X painted on it.

Deciding he wouldn't fall for such an obvious trap, the bobcat deliberately stepped over that step, not thinking that the next step might be the real booby-trapped one.  He didn't even have time to react before a hidden piston suddenly sprung out from one wall, pulverizing the cat against the other wall.

The piston retracted, revealing the bobcat's new shape.  He'd been flattened to the thickness of cloth, stuck in a pose highly reminiscent of Egyptian mural art.  Seconds later, a hidden slot opened up, and a mechanical arm peeled the bobcat off the wall and took him out of sight.

The camera cut to a view of a chute out behind the tower, as a rolled-up version of the bobcat emerged from the chute and landed in a trash can below.

"We have a loser!" quipped Tom Wool's voice via a speaker next to the monitor.  "No worries, he'll be getting a consolation prize in the mail.  Anyone care to be the next challenger?"

Nobody came forth immediately, everyone seeming to want others to step forwards first.  Then a female fruit bat emerged from behind the crowd and flew over everyone to get to the front.

"I'll be the next challenger," the bat confidently declared.

The bat was small compared to the rest of the crowd, no taller than a foot and a half.  Her body was a fine brown color, and a smartwatch decorated her left ankle (due to her wings, it would have been difficult to wear the watch on her wrist).

The ticket-taker chuckled.  "Very well.  What's your name?"

"Tutti Squeaks."

"All right, the entrance fee is 30 Ratts.  How about it?"

Tutti reached her wing into nowhere in particular, then dumped a stack of Ratts into the ticket-taker's hand.  Then, at his direction, she filled out a form with her name and address, before the ticket-taker nodded and opened the entrance door.

With a flap of her wings, Tutti confidently launched herself through the doorway and into the Lookout Tower.  Almost immediately, the door slammed shut, and Tutti could her it lock.

"It's too late to turn back," came Tom's voice from a hidden speaker.  "There's one way into the Lookout Tower, and two ways out... well, dozens of ways if you count all the traps individually!  Muahahahahahahahaha...!"

Letting out a soft sigh, Tutti beat her wings and began to glide around the tower's first floor.

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In a hidden control room within the tower, Tom put his feet up and watched the live camera feed of Tutti inside the tower.  Whenever appropriate, he pressed a button on the control panel and switched to the next camera, in order to keep the bat in sight at all times.  What he saw on his monitor, everyone outside also saw from the monitor above the door.

A minute or two in, something curious happened.  Tutti disappeared from view on one camera, but when Tom switched to the next, she was nowhere in view.  The wolf checked every camera feed in the area Tutti was supposed to be in, but couldn't catch a glance of her.

Is she hiding?  But what good would...

DING.  DONG.  DING.  DONG.

There was no mistaking the sound of the tower's bell ringing, especially with how loud it was.  His eyes getting as wide as saucers, Tom slammed the button for the camera at the tower's top.  Sure enough, there was Tutti, perching innocently on the crank handle connected to the gear mechanism that made ringing the heavy bell possible.  Her ears bore a pair of earplugs that'd been available at the room's entrance, and she raised one wing and waved cheerfully at the camera.

Tom's jaw dropped.  He'd just witnessed the impossible: Tutti had somehow gotten to the bell at the top of the tower more quickly than should have been possible, and without being seen.  The wolf shook his head in disbelief as he made his way up to the tower's top himself via a hidden staircase.

Tutti smiled at Tom as the distraught wolf emerged from his entrance.  The fruit bat had just removed her earplugs.

"Okay, how did you...?" Tom began.

"I believe a more appropriate greeting would be 'congratulations'," Tutti replied, a sly smile upon her face.

"Okay, congratulations.  But seriously, how did you get up here so quickly and without the cameras seeing you?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out.  You're the trap genius here, after all."

"You cheated."

"Just because I did well doesn't mean I cheated, and accusing me as such makes you look like a bad sport."

Sensing that there was no way out of this, Tom cleared his throat and started over.

"Congratulations, Tutti Squeaks!  For making it to the top of Lookout Tower without a scratch, you have earned the grand prize: a gift card for two thousand Ratts, redeemable at any participating TomTech retailer!"

Tom whipped out the gift card and showed it to the camera before handing it over.  Tutti smiled as she grasped the card with her wing and pocketed it.

"Give me a moment and I'll lower the ladder so you can... well, I guess you can fly down on your own.  Well, so long!  With the grand prize won, I'm declaring the Lookout Tower closed for re-trapping!  Next time, the traps will be trickier, and the top of the tower more difficult to reach!"

His outro finished, Tom retreated to the control room while Tutti spread her wings and flew out of the tower window.  Once he was by himself, Tom let out a frustrated sigh.

She had to have cheated.  But I have no way of proving it.  How did she do it?  HOW DID SHE DO IT?  I'll have to alter the tower's traps to prohibit whatever it was she did.  But first I'd have to figure out what it is.  Oh, this is going to keep me up all night tonight, I just know it... how did she do it?

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The previous day...

The Lookout Tower was closed for the day, but Tutti wasn't there to take a shot at it anyways... at least not yet.  She flew circles around the tower, taking pictures from various angles using the camera phone she held in her talons.

Once she was satisfied with her photography, the bat left her orbit and flew over the neighboring town before diving and slipping in through one window, entering the humble flat she called home.

Her identical twin sister, Frutti, was waiting for her there.  The other bat, her appearance a perfect copy of Tutti's in every way right down to the smartwatch on her ankle, had been sitting in front of a desktop computer, surfing the Internet, but turned and waved as Tutti entered.

"Hi, Tutti!  How did the tower look?"

"No different than it looked in the ads, but I still captured it from some good angles.  Here, I'll show you..."

Picking up an unused USB cable, Tutti connected her phone to the computer, and soon both bats were looking at the pictures.

"So do you think you have a chance at surviving this tower?" Frutti inquired.

"I think WE have a chance.  Or at least, a chance to make it look like we did."

"What's your plan?"

"Easy.  You fly in ahead of time and hide at the top, and once it opens I pay admission and enter normally.  Then I'll slip out of sight and send you a message on your smartwatch, and you'll ring the bell and pretend you're me.  Everyone will think I finished the course in record time!"

Frutti clapped her wings.  "I like the way you think, Tutti!  But won't you be trapped in there after I finish in your stead?  And if someone sees you down there after I've shown myself, we'll be found out."

"I'll stay in hiding until everyone's gone and the place is closed down, then I'll slip out.  If I can't find a conventional exit, I'll fall for a trap on purpose, and you can come get me after I've been flattened or whatever."

"Whatever works, works."

The twin bats high-fived.  Or high-winged, or... whatever you'd call it.
For Bats the Bell Tolls -Trade-
My half of a blind trade with Lolocator, and an idea I'd been sitting on for a short while.

The original draft of this story had Tutti and Frutti cheat their way to victory at Tom's castle, which was known for having a 0% completion rating, but I decided it would be better if I left that particular perfect record unbroken.

Tom Wool, etc. © :iconlolocator:
Tutti and Frutti are © me
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Mapping It Out -Trade-
The museum had already closed for the day.  Guardian and his new friend, Ushabti, stood in the main atrium, in front of a map of the museum made for visitors.  The previous day had been the latter statue's first day as a museum exhibit, so he was still unfamiliar with the museum as a whole.
"You need to familiarize yourself with the museum's layout," the Felidae statue explained, "so you can respond quickly should anything happen around here.  This map shows the whole museum; those icons show stairs, elevators, and other points of interest."
Ushabti rubbed his chin as he studied the map.  Map-reading was not one of his inherent skills as a guardian statue, but this all seemed to make sense to him.
"Ah, I see.  We're in the main atrium now, which is that room with the square mark.  The room I'm stationed in is... let's see... it's that room there."
Guardian nodded.  "Correct!  And the room I'm in?"
Ushabti hesitated for a moment, then pointed at one room.
"This one."
"Exactly!  Alright, pop quiz.  Suppose there's a break-in at the undersea exhibit-- that's this room here.  Based on this map, what would you say is the fastest way to get there from your post?"
The snake statue studied the map for a moment before formulating an answer.
"Through the theater here, and down this flight of stairs.  Your route would be shorter-- you just have to follow this path here, and you're there."
"My thoughts exactly.  Come on, let's visit some of these locations in person."
With that, the two statues left the main atrium and proceeded down one hall.  Ushabti couldn't help but glance around uneasily as he did.  The museum was still so alien to him, but he knew that if Guardian could get used to life here, then so could he...
For our latest trade, lizardman22 asked me to do something with Guardian and Ushabti, a pair of characters which are technically shared between us.  I happened to have been saving this idea for a future collab, so I used it.

Clearly I can't always draw like a pro, assuming that I ever did.  I actually spent some time mentally debating whether to make this idea a picture or a full story, since I wasn't sure I could do either justice.

Trivia: the museum map is loosely based on that of the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History, a map of which I found online.

Guardian and Ushabti are © :iconlizardman22: and me
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"E.T., on the Yellow Brick Road, in a haunted house." How would that even work?  ...And I'm not a fan of E.T. anyways.  Reroll.
"Navi, at The Planet Express, escaping danger." That WOULD probably work if I knew a thing about the Planet Express, but I don't.  And which Navi are they referring to anyways?  Reroll.
"Pennywise, on Omicron Percei 8, as a terrible album cover." Another setting I'm completely unfamilar with, and there's no way I'm drawing or writing about Pennywise.  Reroll.
"Chun-Li, in Sunnydale, teaching in a classroom." I can picture two-thirds of that, but I have no idea what Sunnydale is or what makes it special.  Reroll.
"Jack Sparrow, on the Yellow Brick Road, during an earthquake." ...You know what, I give up.

(Context)
Finally completing a personal project you've been procrastinating on for weeks is a wonderful feeling, and one I should probably subject myself to a little more often.
For obvious reasons, a person's fantasy works (especially their "fetishist" works) tend to reflect what they fantasize on a more basic level.  Some fantasize about power or glory; others, escaping from the harsh world around them.  Still others dream of being less vulnerable than they really are, or of having a different life or body than they were born into.  On one semi-recent occasion I correctly guessed someone's basic fantasy by reverse-engineering their specific ones, and we actually bonded over the experience.

My core fantasy is one of purpose.

I dream of knowing exactly what my talents are, and thereby putting them to good use.  I'm an irregularly shaped peg desperately searching for a matching hole (and I mean that in the least sexual way possible).

Many of you have probably noticed how introspective I am; I'm that way because I believe that the more thoroughly I know myself, the better an idea I'll have of how to apply myself.  I've said in a journal entry back in 2013 that my patron adjective is "useful", meaning that I tend to value usefulness in everything; that's almost certainly because of my desire to be useful myself.

Will I find my elusive purpose here on DeviantART?  At this point, it's impossible to say.  I'm not even sure if I'll know it when I see it.

I hope I do.

(I've been told that I'm a good writer, and that I'm great at following instructions.  But what can I make out of that?)
Today I learned that you can't buy the soundtrack for a game on Steam if you haven't bought the game itself.

Which is problematic if, for example, you already own the game on another platform and don't want to buy it twice, but really like the soundtrack.
It's always a dilemma whether to buy a game for PC or console, given both options.  PC games tend to be less stable than their console versions, but they also tend to come with extras the console version doesn't-- and I am a SUCKER for a good video game soundtrack.
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OH GOD THE SUN'S GOING OUT THE APOCALYPSE IS UPON US WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIoh who do I think I'm fooling, everyone knows about the eclipse today.
"Don't worry, Hisspan-- I've already checked the area.  It's free of traps.  Go ahead."

For whatever reason, Wolfen Down seemed to have good luck when it came to stumbling upon ancient temples containing valuable undiscovered relics.  Just recently he'd stumbled upon a shrine housing a special mirror that supposedly acted as a window into alternate dimensions.  Although he hadn't peered into it himself, when he'd told his wife Hisspan about it she'd asked to try it out.

So here they were now.  Hisspan had asked in advance to look into the mirror alone, so Wolfen waited by the entrance as the cobra began to cross the room.  The journey was a slow one, mainly because of anticipation, but also because Hisspan wanted to avoid setting off any traps on the off chance her husband had overlooked them.

Thankfully, the trip to the mirror went without incident.  Hisspan climbed a short flight of stairs leading to the actual shrine.  The mirror was full-length, with a golden frame decorated by jewels of different colors; as far as she could tell, there was no way of removing the mirror from the shrine without breaking something.

Wondering what sort of alternate dimension she'd be able to see through the mirror glass, Hisspan glanced at it, but could see only a gray fog through it.  Experimentally she reached out and touched the mirror, but nothing changed.  Then she ran her hand over to the mirror frame, and happened to touch one of the jewels set into it.

The mirror flashed.

Hisspan flinched, then looked again.  The image displayed in the mirror was now crystal clear; it looked like another version of the shrine she was at.  But nobody was there.  Not discouraged, the cobra decided to touch the other jewels in sequence.  Each jewel caused the mirror to flash again and again, the effect being tantamount to changing channels on a TV set, but the results were always the same: empty shrine, nobody to talk to.

Except for one.

The cobra had to double back to the jewel she'd previously touched when she saw a face in the mirror.  The face, it turned out, belonged to a bright pink female cobra dressed in red and green.  Hisspan was about to greet her, but the other cobra spoke first.

"Hissy?  What are you doing here?  I didn't think you were the type..."

"Wait, you know me?  I've never seen your face before..."

"What are you talking about?  I'm your younger sister, Rose!"

"But I've never had any sisters... okay, I think we owe each other an explanation."

The two traded stories.  Apparently, on Rose's side of the mirror, Hisspan's mother had never become infertile, and as a result had managed to give birth to eleven(!) sons and daughters, of which Rose was the second-oldest.  Hisspan's heart filled with joy as Rose described to her the family she'd never had.

Among Rose's siblings were Felix, matchmaker extraordinaire... Vinnie, a stand-up comic in the making... Gale, who'd gotten into the art of dance... Josh, a budding screenwriter... Roxy, who was studying medicine... Chrysanthemum, who had a knack for looking after and entertaining children... Clyde, self-proclaimed tour guide for the Valley...

"...and then there's me, of course," Rose finished.  "I'm something of an adventurer, always heading out to get into trouble and make new discoveries."

Hisspan nodded.  "Sounds like quite the sitcom.  What about me?  What's your version of me like?"

Rose's expression suddenly soured.  "I was hoping you wouldn't ask..."

"You can tell me, Rose."

"On my side of the mirror, you're... really antisocial.  You hate being spoken to, and I've seen you get up and move away when someone addressed you.  You spend most of your time in the library, reading one book or another.  You're quite a contrast from the rest of the family, and you're never with us; it's easy to forget you exist."

Hisspan shook her head.  "I can barely imagine myself like that; my version of me is about as social as social can get.  How'd I get that way?"

"Search me.  Maybe having such a large family used up all your social stamina."

"Yeah, that's probably it."

The conversation paused there for a moment as both cobras struggled to think of another thing to say.

"One more thing I want to ask," Hisspan finally said.  "Does your version of me have a fondness for fur?"

"Fur?"

"As long as I can remember, I've loved the texture of fur.  Soft, fluffy fur... oh, I can imagine it now... it's heaven to my fingers..."

Rose had the sense to cut in before Hisspan got carried away.  "To answer your question.  I've never asked you directly about fur, not that I'd get an answer if I did, but you've always got this fluffy little wolf plushie with you that you never let out of your possession.  I actually don't know where you got it from or why, but just having it in your hands calms you down.  So I guess it wouldn't surprise me if you had a thing for fur."

Hisspan laughed.  "I guess some things don't change even between dimensions."

"Well, it was nice talking to you, but I think it's time I went.  I'm glad I got to meet a version of you that was open to conversation; it feels like you've filled a hole in my life."

"I could say the same thing about meeting the sister I never had.  Bye, Rose."

"Bye, Hissy."

Rose and Hisspan wove goodbye, then turned and walked away from their respective versions of the dimensional mirror.

Wolfen looked up as Hisspan finally returned from the mirror room.  The wolf noted a subtle new spring in the cobra's step.

"So how'd it go, Hissy?  Did the mirror show you what you were hoping it would?"

"Yes, Wolfen.  I'd say it did."
The Family She Never Had -Gift-
A slightly belated birthday gift for lizardman22.  Like the last one, this gift story stems from an idea I'd had gathering dust on the shelf for a while.

Rose is actually a relic of an old concept 22 was playing with long ago.  One of the other siblings is a reference to something else 22 drew a while back; all I'm saying is it was a contest entry.

Hisspan, etc. © :iconlizardman22:
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doormatlizardess3 Featured By Owner Jul 1, 2017
Hi hun. Thank you for letting me know ;p I just liked the toony stories hehe
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apologies this took so long, Mate.
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Apologies for the late message, but...
Happy Birthday, Mate.
I hope you had a great day
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Hello there, I've really admired your essay called Small Fries and Large Thoughts from 2008 and I've been considering making a video revisiting it but I noticed that I need permission to do so. Would it be alright if I were to talk about it somewhere else? (With proper credit, of course.)
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Happy birthday, man.
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Happy birthday, have a llama!
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Happy birthday!
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Happy Birthday!
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I hope you had a good Easter, Mate
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U like wut u see on there?
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I'm sorry if I said anything that may have upset you, or made you feel weak.

I just want you to remember, you feel the way you do because of the illness it's not 'you.' so don't blame yourself, ok. It's just really, really bad luck. But even now, you still have a chance because you can move, you can take action.

Everytime you don't take a shot, you have a 100% to miss... just a qoute. 
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here's my commissioned part of our trade, mate.
I hope you like it
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Happy belated birthday!  (didn't have internet on actual day)
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Happy Birthday!
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Happy Birthday, Interface.
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Happy birthday. Have a good one.
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Here is a story.

A guy went to someone's profile and typed a story on his profile in the comment section. The guy who received the comment was confused and wondered why the other person wrote such a thing. It was a very boring story with no plot or climax. The only setting was a guy's profile on an artsite. All this just to tell him 

Happy birthday! ^_^
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Happy birthday
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Hope you have a Happy Birthday, mate
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