Scarthewolf34 made a design for one of those "heart crystals" from Sailor Moon, if they ever had an effeminate Irish pony in the Scouts that is. XD

Fighting old cougars by moon light, forced to wear a maid suit by day light, the Doctor burns his bottom if he puts up a fight, he's the one called... Sailor Oscil... We'll make that work.

Meanwhile;

"This isn't funny!" Oscil screamed, his face wine-red as he fought his skirt down. "I don't want to be Sailor... My name isn't even a planet!"

The Doctor chuckled, knocking ash from her pipe. "I honestly can't find a reference to your name anywhere." She said, balancing her pipe on Deana's nose.

Oscil frowned, his ears pinning. "Fine the truth is, my name came from-" Oscil went silent watching the otherwise steady Deana's whiskers twitch.

The vixen sat still, like any good pipe-stand, but her whiskers moved and her nose shook. The Doctor eyed her with an amazed glare. "Is my pipe-stand going to sneeze?" She asked with an amused smirk. Deana sat silent, her nose trembling.

"How long can she hold out like that?" Oscil asked, forgetting his short skirt.

"That's a good question." The Doctor stroked her chin. In a flash her shaggy hand snatched her pipe from the vixen's nose. Deana puffed with a tiny, squeaking sneeze, then returned to her pipe-stand pose. "I'm sorry, Ms. Flaherty. You were saying something about your name?"

art ©  Scarthewolf34
Oscil ©  Oscil