#* werepumas.

[craycray-wolf]

OKAY BUT Y'ALL. I'm genuinely curious. About the Monster Falls au. Fyi this post is going to be me throwing crap at the walls to see what sticks.

When it comes to Monster Falls...why has no one ever suggested a Harpy or Werecat for Mabel?? I feel like these monsters also fit our Mabes. Now the question for Werecat Mabel- is her body like that of a faun or a tuar?

I mostly agree with the main cast's monsters (erm Deer-per is precious??) aside from Mabel even if Merm/Unicorn her is cool

Also Wendy is usually a werefox but I feel that a werewolf also fits (especially considering how hairy werewolves are. Who else is hairy? Oh yeah! The Corduroy men)

According to the GF au wiki Soos is a clay golem. It works! I think we can still get creative with this! He could be a slime or alien (I'm picturing Toy Story lmao. "You saved my life dudes, I'm eternally grateful") or robot or faun or really any monster lol. I suppose he's of Mexican descent and therefore could be a Mexican creature! Maybe HE'S the unicorn because he's pure of heart...🥺 He could also still be a human super hyped that his friends are now monsters. What we think y'all I'm stumped.

Again going by the wiki Pacifica is either a gorgon or unicorn. I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THE IDEA OF GORGON PACIFICA I just wanted to propose a nymph as an idea. Do I want gorgon or nymph...

"Old Man McGucket is usually a scarecrow, warlock or a demon." - GF AU wiki. Ehh idk about these. Maybe McGucket is the slime? A cow creature or smth? A Kill Billy? Oh, he's a Kill Billy I found it! EUREKA!!

Now that I'm thinking about it Gravity Falls/Journal 3 specific monsters could be included in the ideas. Soos is another Abominable Broman haha.

Gideon is said to be a vampire, which just makes sense (bloodsucker lmao). I purpose an alternative: gnome.

Once again according to GF wiki Candy is a kappa. I say no. It's a cute idea but I'm also iffy about it considering the fact that Candy is of Korean/Chinese descent and a kappa is from Japanese folklore. That's not to say species/monsters can't cross nationality/ethnic boundaries, I'm just saying why not a Korean or Chinese monster? For example a g/kumiho (Korean) or qilin/kirin (Chinese/Korean)!

It also says Melody is a Harpy. Approved. She can apparently also be a ghost which is fine but Harpy Melody is adorable thx. I suppose maybe she's the mermaid of the bunch but now I'm team harpy

Is Tad Strange still a human? Or a piece of bread? IS HE THE SQUARE VERSION PEOPLE THEORIZED ABOUT

Maybe Tyler Cutebiker is half werepuma half werepanther...or a bunny or smth

Okay I'm going to stop now before I list the entire town of Gravity Falls.

General ideas for grabs for anyone: fairies, ghosts, skeletons, nagas/lamias, mummies, angels, demons, nephilim, dragons, ANY MONSTER REALLY.

I haven't had proper progress on my initial GF askblog BUT I'M GONNA MAKE A MONSTER FALLS AU WHY THE HELL NOT. Stay tuned! I'll be adapting an existing but inactive blog of mine for these purposes.

Thanks for coming to my (frankly unhinged) TEd talk it's been lit fam 🤙

[reyesmarconi]

REYES FAMILY HISTORY RE: CRIME.

FROM 1948 TO 2020, an overview.

— though the reyes’ drug enterprise really started with hernando, marcelo’s grandfather, the groundwork for the family’s criminal endeavors was laid by the political context of the time. hernando saín reyes corzo, was born on 1928 to farmhands laureano and guadalupe, in rogache, antioquia. up until that point, the family led mainly unassuming lives, and outside of a certain authority and social influence granted by their long history in rogache, they lacked any sort of true wealth.

hernando himself was set to become a coffee farmer just like them, but instead he grew entangled in a much more lucrative (at least in his eyes) trade. it was in his late teens that he began to work for small-time marijuana and coca farmers, learning the production side of things, and earning money on the side alongside his older brother gonzalo and family friend pablo loaiza.

— in 1948, the conflict that came to be known as la violencia in colombia was set in motion due to the assassination of an influential leader of the liberal party, which had been orchestrated by the conservative establishment. this is relevant, given that pablo loaiza’s father, alfonso, was friends with hernando’s parents, and they were not only some of the most respected people in the small town, they were also well-known gaitanistas, which is to say, they were supporters of the liberal party, especially of jorge eliécer gaitán’s leftist revolutionary faction. in rogache, they had attempted to unionize the farmers in the past, to much heated backlash from the medellín-based landowners they worked for. this made them key targets in the ensuing conflict.

— the reyes, the loaizas and others, emboldened by the actions taken during the bogotazo, as well as the subsequent civil unrest presented in medellin, redoubled their efforts as they started to face persecution. while the parents collected alliances with other lower class families, the children acted. naming their budding union grupo desgüezo, they began to engage in banditry: targeting landowners and business owners in the region and sacking them, plundering them, kidnapping them for ransom or occasionally assassinating them if they failed to comply. they also engaged in conflict with armed groups of conservative sympathizers. simply put, it was civil war, unofficial, asymmetrical and violent only in short, red bursts. it’s during this ten year period that hernado became sangrenegra, gonzalo became garulla, and pablo became mirús, monikers given to them by the townsfolk and people they helped with their robin hood-esque exploits.

because it must be mentioned: beyond the connected histories of their families, the reyes and loaizas also had another thing in common: both bloodlines were gifted — reyes being werepumas, loaizas being werejaguars. they naturally had a vested interest not only in keeping their territory, but expanding it. they not only killed landowners, they reclaimed the land, either for themselves or giving it back to impoverished groups that they took under their protection.

— in 1954, laureano and guadalupe reyes were killed by gunfire during a midnight raid to the family home in rogache, while gonzalo and hernando were at a party on another side of town. the house was plundered and subsequently set on fire with the bodies still inside. it’s suspected this was done by conservative guerrillas or hired mercs, or a combination of all of these, since alfonso loaiza was also abducted the same night.

the retaliation was swift and blunt: all known conservative paramilitary and bandit groups surrounding rogache were tracked and targeted the following days with systematic, meticulous violence carried out both in the town and in the surrounding antioquean wilderness. guerrilleros were not only shot dead, they were literally torn to shreds. alfonso loaiza was successfully extracted, and these factions were wiped out from the map, with only a few select survivors left to act as warnings. conservative sentiments in rogache and surrounding towns dwindled to a practical halt after this event.

—  in the newly assumed territories, life carried on, and rogache continued to produce quality coffee, yuca and plaintains under gonzalo reyes’ supervision. so long as a small tribute was paid to the reyes family, who oversaw the protection of the town, families in rogache were allowed to keep most of their earnings.

— hernando was still very interested in weed growing and distribution and the effects of coca leaves, and he and pablo invested in it. by the time the 60s rolled around and la violencia officially concluded, they were the major producers of marijuana in antioquia. on the other hand, hernando had had three children with esperanza alarcón, who had become his wife: jesús álvaro (1950), marcelo amador (1952) and ysmael eliécer (1955). though both he and esperanza were from rogache, hernando had decided the best thing for his children was to live in medellín. the specifics of this story, as well as hernando’s relationship with esperanza, will be explored in a separate installment.

— the reyes didn’t get involved into cocaine production and distribution until the early 70s. through the 60s, hernando had a profitable income growing weed in rogache and surrounding towns and dispersing it through the country and eventually distributing it into america. they also had legitimate income in the form of the CACI, or the antioquean coalition of independent farmers, which would carve a place for itself amongst all the other foreign and local food distribution companies. at this point, the reyes were considerably wealthy and significantly powerful, but they were yet to become household names. it didn’t help that by 1964, gonzalo reyes had disentangled himself from any criminal activity to handle legitimate income only, as a primary member of CACI’s board.

— all this being said, when coke became a thing, hernando already had a head start; he and a few other like-minded individuals designed the air and sea routes that were used to get weed shipments into miami, and that eventually would be used to pump america’s east coast with large amounts of cocaine. the reyes started implating south florida’s coasts with even more men and women willing to seize control of the city, and even more conflicts with local gangs started to sprout. at the same time, more air planes and air strips were bought.

— in the 70s it was made official, and the dorados cartel was established. hernando was far from the unique ringleader, and the dorados cartel was far from a centralized organization. rather, it operated as a tight group of independent criminal organizations that operated under their own bosses, which in turn operated under a “board of directors”, all which made it harder still for law enforcement to truly eradicate them.

— the board of directors had eight members. hernando was one, and pablo was another. diego sepulveda, a puerto rican familiar with both mexican and caribbean pipelines, was another. for them, production, control of transportation and distribution was key, so they poured resources into making sure the product passed through the pipeline without a hitch. alliances with gangs in the caribbean were formed.

— they were the top producers through the 80s, and most of the other cartels simply could not compare when it came to the amount of product they were pushing. the dorados sold it at street level throughout south florida but also sold it in bulk to other organizations, most notably the italian mafia groups peppered through the states. if you wanted to get a good product, you simply went to the dorados.

— in the 90s, the relationship between the dorados and the marconi crime family was strengthened by the marriage of ysmael reyes and gianna marconi, as well as the subsequent birth of their child, marcelo giancarlo reyes marconi, in 1993. ysmael, who was in his late thirties by then, had become a very efficient hitman for the dorados, and gianna was the caporegime for the marconis in brooklyn.

— unfortunately, it was also in the 90s that the dorados started to experience a slight decline to their power. this was due to the string of DEA-led arrests that characterized the decade: many of their mid-level personnel got caught or killed, and eventually two of their board members met the same fate too. a particularly rough hit was the death of hernando reyes in 1999, leaving leadership with only three of their original members.  

— los dorados have gone through significant periods of transformations. though they are not as great as they once were, they remain formidable: they still control a lot of the cocaine production that goes on from antioquia to perú, and the CACI has now become a signature part of the national conomic landscape, as well as one of the biggest and best importers of tropical fruits and coffee, marking it one of their most important legacies.

— by 2020, daniela reyes valenciano has been part of the dorados’ board for exactly ten years, following ysmael reyes’ disappearance in 2010. diego sepulveda remains her closest ally, alongside jorge loaiza, the son of pablo loaiza. though they still dabble in street-level sale, especially in miami, they’ve remained prominent at the production level, selling to mexican cartels, the russian mob, and gangs throughout america.

[vampycat237]

have a scrunkly werepuma man and the most enderman proportioned dude youve ever seen in ur life

[armsdealing]

alright so, let’s settle a very big (personal) question mark once and for all: how big is marcelo’s animal form? is it normal size? is he a regular cougar? smaller? bigger? how much bigger? just a little bit? or -- dare i say it -- car sized? 

well, as noted by the yellow silhouette, he could be interpreted as the size of a small car, or a horse (or my favorite: a liger). this man is big, and not just by werepuma standards. on top of that, everything about him is more as well: bigger, longer teeth, stronger bite, higher jump. he is also heavier, at about 400 kg (880 lbs), which doesn’t render him any less graceful. werepumas are designed for dexterity and equipped with the tools necessary to be formidable apex predators, so the size allows him to take on various strong creatures whilst the gracile build (less powerfully built than say -- jaguars) gives him high maneuverability, so he can move in ways that are difficult for other species; for example: climbing (something canine werebeasts can’t easily achieve). 

and while we’re on the topic of size, i wanna talk about werepuma sizes in general, and a skill that so far has been found to be unique amongst werepumas: the glamour. as for the former: it varies. as a rule of thumb all weres are bigger than the natural counterparts, but how big depends on -- well, it actually tends to be random! it has no correlation to the werepuma’s human size. this is the reason why ysmael (marcelo’s father) has a slightly smaller puma form (at 5′5 if you’re curious), even though ysmael and marcelo are basically the same height as humans. there are werepumas that are smaller, and werepumas that are much bigger than marcelo! a known example is hernando reyes, marcelo’s grandfather, who seemingly towered over most people at 6′4 tall in puma shape, whilst being 5′9 as human. it varies.

and as for the glamour, i would like to expand on it a bit from what i first described in the werepuma lore post (give it a read if u haven’t, it’s sweet). the glamour (which the reyes don’t call glamour in spanish, since that’s fae magic, but envelo, or envelarse; for purposes of convenience, glamour is the word used in english, though) is an ability that makes it virtually impossible to know a true werepuma’s size without being in close proximity, and one of the (many) reasons they’ve managed to remain elusive to this day: werepumas can, depending on what they need, appear smaller or bigger than they really are. that means that they can look just as normal as your standard mountain lion, or as big as an SUV, or big enough to eat you alive with a single bite, basically.

so it’s like from a certain distance they may look like a pretty large house cat, and when you walk up to them is that you realize that theyre far bigger than you think. it's a defensive and evasive tool, for the most part. it helps them intimidate or it helps them blend in. the caveat is that it’s only from a certain distance, and it doesn’t actually change their size. it’s an illusion, more eye-trickery and confusion than anything, a way to hinder others from seeing what is really there. that’s why it can do more than affect size when it’s used as an evasive tool: like it’s explained in the original post, it’s meant to make people not believe they’re dealing with a puma.

 it also works on pretty much anyone, unless they’re using an anti-illusion magic of some kind. and how strong the illusion is depends on the skill level, as it’s something pumas can develop and master. pumas that have perfected it may even feel bigger for brief touches, but they're not actually bigger than they truly are. on average tho, pumas just look bigger or smaller, and when you're close enough to touch them, or when you touch them, that is when the illusion breaks. all werepumas have some innate level of skill, and it pretty much comes off passively to them. as a fun closing fact: when marcelo was a Baby and could hardly control his changes and he was very small, people pretty much just believed he was a very big cat. they just wouldn’t allow themselves to believe that was a wild animal roving about. 

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[vulpeskorsak]

My new characters: Logan Hedley, a mage, and Felix Grimwald, a were-cougar. They do magical adventures and stuff :)

[archaicden]

some blackwatch halloween bois sketch bc artblock

[chaoticgeminate]

Called In

Part of the Iridescence Fictional Universe

Whiskey Serenades Part Four

Pairing(s): Javier Peña x Foxwoman fem!Reader (current lovers) | Coyote Shifter!Jack x Foxwoman fem!Reader (eventual) Word Count: 2.7k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Just more of Jack being a bit of a jerk, Champ too

The entire Statesman office was assembled, with members of the High Council present in the room, but Jack couldn’t help but keep looking at the Witch and her Familiar seated and waiting for Sambuca to show up. The message sent to the Blazevale Herd about continued attempts on Pi, for whatever reason he didn’t know, had them sending the woman over through the portals and asking for Sambuca without even offering a greeting to the Ambassador or the Council.

His eyes darted to the door as it opened and he noticed the musky scent of Peña on her body, it was enough to almost make him growl, but Jack bit back his temper as the foxwoman was enveloped in a hug by the Witch.

“It is good to see you again, doubtless my King and Queen will apologize in person for calling on you but we trust you most with handling the continued attempt of whomever is after Princess Pi.” Sambuca dipped her head and Jack had to bite back the insult that was waiting on the tip of his tongue, Champ had already warned him that there was not to be any antagonizing on his part, last thing he needed was the Witch thinking even less of Statesmen and him in particular.

“Inform King Eos and Queen Ilo that they do not need to apologize, the safety of the Princess is what matters most, though I worry about the focus on her in particular.” Sambuca walked with her chin high and her polite tone grated on Jack worse than anything, he had wanted to see her miserable after that dramatic outburst and leaving her position with Statesmen, the fact that she was so fucking unaffected made him angry.

There was hurt, too, that it’d been so easy for her to walk away from him; that him shielding her from the worst parts of the job was taken as an insult.

“After Statesmen confirmed what your team found, that the group you apprehended on the outskirt of Freetown territory was in fact working with the group that managed to get a hold of Pi the first time, I requested an audience with Chieftain Ka’ros. He claims to have been clueless that his people were working with werepuma on this side of the portal but Lu could sense that he was lying, we know that Statesmen won’t get involved with matters on our side of the Portal but you are no longer one of them.” Sambuca followed the Witch to the center desk and Jack felt his chest tighten, the idea that Sambuca was going to run off into the Summer Realms and fight a bunch of ogres in the name of the Blazevale Herd on her own was one that he shouldn’t care about.

But he was worried, she was just a single foxwoman with only Trickster magic at her disposal, and it’d be another thing the Council would hold over him if something happened to her. Jack also knew that as much as he hated her it’d tear him up if something happened to the foxwoman.

“Excuse me, but there are strict laws in place over hiring a private citizen for work beyond the portal, I apologize but the process would take longer than if you just allowed Statesmen to handle things. Or we could elevate this to the full FBMI if you would prefer.” Councilman Qarn leaned forward in his seat with a sympathy laden look on his face and Jack noticed the brief flash of something mixed with outrage that Sambuca masked almost immediately, the foxwoman looked over at the old psychic and Qarn’s eyes darted to look at her only briefly.

Whatever was going on with Sambuca and the Council was clearly part of the reason they were even here rather than the fact that this was a political nightmare in the waiting, and Jack wanted to know what the hell was going on because he was tired of feeling like he was some onlooker in a game.

“Is Statesmen not a branch of the FBMI, Councilman? My King and Queen hardly trust your agents as it stands, we would rather handle this ourselves if you will not allow us to call on an ally we do trust.” The bite in the Witch’s voice was sharp and Qarn’s jaw visibly tightened at the rebuttal.

“That information is wrong, Councilman. As stated in the Oqune Alliance Act, when the pact between the peoples of the Summer Realm was created there were additional considerations made for those of Faerie considered closer to the natural Wilding Magics including the Unicorn Herds. As a species closely entwined with the living magic and unable to cast the same variety of spells that other Faerie kind are known for, they are allowed to call on even a private citizen as if they are a government agent should the need arise.” Sambuca’s voice was calm and strong, the fact that her knowledge of the law was so deep tickled his suspicions just a little bit about why the council was so protective of her, and Qarn looked like she’d just slapped him in the face.

“The foxwoman is correct, Qarn, we have a law in place that allows it; you will work with the Blazevale Herd to find and eliminate this threat, yes?” Councilwoman Sasan’te interrupted before the psychic could even reply, earning a nod from Sambuca, and Jack refused to back down on this case; not when it was something he had been working on first.

“Triple Sec and I will help.”

“Hell no.”

The two words shot out of your mouth faster than you could even hope to catch them, the growl in your tone was a clear warning, and Whiskey’s eyes narrowed on you as your eyes locked. There was no way in the Trickster’s name you were allowing him to stay involved when he’d proven incompetent, when he’d purposefully kept you in the dark and tried to sideline you, not when this was now your case to handle. Champ frowned and drummed his fingers on the desktop while the weight of your grandfather’s presence weighed heavier on your mind as he tried to use his powers to sway your choice, all of Tia’s protective spell work holding strong at least.

“Unfortunately all the information we’ve gained thus far is with Statesmen, I am temporarily reinstating your position as Agent Sambuca and you’ll be working with Agents Whiskey and Triple Sec, you however are the lead on this case. If either of them try to take over or act against your command they are to be removed from the assignment.” Councilwoman Sasan’te was no-nonsense and, unfortunately, didn’t care about personal squabbles. Which was entirely fair given the situation, there was a group targeting a royal of the Blazevale Herd, but you hated the look of triumph on Whiskey’s stupid face.

Champ nodded and tossed you something, your badge, with a nod and a tight-lipped expression that was all displeasure. If you weren’t dealing with a political nightmare you might’ve flipped him off.

“This will allow you to contact me directly in Oqune, I will inform you if there are any changes on our side of the portals when you’re here on yours.” You nodded at Priestess Kahlia, watching as she got up to leave, and you bit back the snarl after taking the pendant from the woman now that the others wouldn’t have to temper anything they said. The door closed loudly and Whiskey held his hand out, as if you’d just give him the pendant or something, and a snarl that wasn’t yours echoed in the silence of the room.

Champ stood up and pointed right at the coyote with a scowl as clear as anything on his face.

“We wouldn’t be dealing with this if you did your damn job, Whiskey, Sambuca is in charge and that’s the end of it. Now listen to her orders or I’m gonna send you back to desk duty until I think you’re able to handle working on a team again.” You could honestly not believe what you were hearing, the fact that nobody wanted to take responsibility for how they yanked your chain around your entire career was making you angrier than ever, and your grandfather had the audacity to look smug.

“Actually, we wouldn’t be in this position if you didn’t try to treat me with kit gloves, you’re just as at fault as he is Champ and you know it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to head to evidence to get started, let’s go Trip. You too Whiskey.” As much as you didn’t like the coyote for his attitude you didn’t think it was fair that Champ was trying to pin him with the blame for all of it, not when it was mainly your grandfather at fault for the way you’d left, and you weren’t at all surprised when Ginger got out of her chair to follow after you.

The other woman was your closest ally in Statesmen, she’d known the entire truth about your past and why this was as big of a three ring circus as it was, so she’d reached out after you quit to apologize and promise that she was still your friend no matter what. As the door closed behind the four of you it was impossible not to feel more tense, not knowing exactly what Whiskey was thinking. He wasn’t talking, just stewing quietly, and you were unsure of whether that was something you liked or not.

“We’re working on combing through the data that we got from the raid earlier, and we have the files from the first raid out for cross referencing.” Triple Sec opened the door to the evidence room, there were folders of papers everywhere along with computers open and reading through hard drives of data, and you relished in being able to use the knowledge drilled into you from your childhood lessons at long last.

“Alright, we’ll divide and conquer, Ginger can handle the hard drives while the rest of us go over all the hard copies. We need to find out why they’re targeting Pi specifically, whether its to get a ransom or something worse.” You didn’t know a lot about spell casting, what you did know came from Tia and her knowledge was limited given that she was entirely self-taught, but there was always the chance that someone found a way to harvest magic or even parts of other magic born and creatures to cast much more dangerous spells and rituals.

“Hey Sambuca?” Whiskey’s voice was soft, which was honestly a first, and you turned your head to glance at the coyote. He looked contemplative, his expression flat to avoid giving anything away, and after you tilted your head to let him continue the man cleared his throat lightly.

“Thanks for earlier, with Champ.” You nodded and turned back to what you were reading through, biting the inside of your cheek as you wondered just what was going on with him. It couldn’t be that you’d basically told Champ off for him, Whiskey would never appreciate something like that from you.

“He and the Council are the ones at the most fault, Whiskey, I still don’t appreciate how I was treated but I don’t blame you completely for what I have no doubt Champ instructed you to do. Can’t exactly form a solid team with someone who thinks you’re incapable. Fucking Qarn.”

Jack almost missed your last remark, the curse against the councilman was muttered with so much anger and disdain, and he didn’t quite get why you disliked the man so much but what he did know was that you were willing to play nice so he could too. The silence that settled as everyone began to work on their delegated task allowed his mind to wander, to question if Qarn was the reason the agency had been ordered to sideline you, though it made absolutely no sense at all why.

He wondered if you’d done something to piss off the old psychic, the Council and High Council were fickle and arrogant -took one to know one- so it wouldn’t be too bizarre that something small seen as an offense could lead to that much behind the scenes bullshit. Jack only felt a little guilty at the idea that he’d brushed you aside so quickly, he couldn’t exactly change what he’d done, but the way your shoulders moved and caused the sweater you were wearing to shift only made the smell of the SIEA agent you’d been with stronger.

That jealous feeling stirred back in his gut, despite how much he didn’t fucking care, and Jack hated that you could get him like this. Pollyanna was going to be so fucking upset when he got back all riled up, he couldn’t lie to his lady if he tried, it was one of the reasons she hadn’t liked you so much because she knew he’d been interested until you’d set that bite of yours on him the first time he had to tell you off for trying to get involved in the portals.

A glance over at you, watching your eyes skim the papers, reminded Jack that it didn’t matter anymore.

“Found something, you two ever heard of an Elemental Binding Pact?” Triple Sec’s question had both you and Jack looking over at him, your eyes narrowed in thought, and after a minute you shook your head before glancing at Ginger. The kestrel shifter grabbed her tablet, likely looking through the database sent over by the Consortium, before her tongue clicked loudly.

“A ritual performed by Dark Nature mages, it requires the sacrifice of a magic being to serve as the Elemental’s physical body.” Jack met your shocked gaze and Trip’s curse was cut off as you grabbed the pendant and activated the spell, the foreign magic that had been hidden under your aura made his throat tighten at the idea of someone else marking you but he reminded himself that you weren’t his and never would be.

“Kahlia, is Princess Pi still safe with the herd?” “Yes, the King and Queen have been keeping her close.” “Can you inspect her aura, and tell me if it’s her magic?”

Jack could practically hear the gears turning in your head, the idea that in the time he’d failed to find the filly she had been used for the ritual and left to be found, and his heart was pounding at the disaster that would be if it was true.

“It’s hers but there is a strange magic clinging to her, I’ll work on purging it and bolstering the protective spells on her in the mean time.” “Thank the Trickster for small mercies, whoever this group is working for means to bind an Elemental to her body, I think it’s a way to gain control of the herd but we have no base for that yet.” “I shall inform the King and Queen, thank you, do whatever you must to protect the herd.”

You let the pendant fall back against your chest and sighed, turning to look at Trip and then him and Ginger with a determined expression on your face.

“We still have the perps? Have they talked?”

“They’re here, we haven’t gotten to talk to them yet.” Your eyes flashed at Jack’s confirmation and then settled on him, something burning in them that he couldn’t quite read.

“Whiskey, make them talk, whatever means necessary.” His eyes widened before a smirk curled across his face, not even Champ let him have a ‘whatever means necessary’ go at anyone before, he should have known that a Trickster would know what he could do better than an Ursa.

“Trip, keep going through hard copies and Ginger you stay on digital, I’m going to go down to make sure nobody stops Whiskey.”

“Trust me darlin’ I will have those canaries singin’ in no time.” He watched your nose wrinkle and even though the gesture still made him angry, it felt like you were looking down on him, Jack was ready to get this case closed so you could go separate ways for good.

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.:Create A Beast Series Part 2 – WerePumas:.

Part 2 Featuring 2 new faces ~

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[reyesmarconi]

saul never met his biological parents, but they were never a mystery to him.

berenice reyes, the woman who wound up adopting him when he was a young pup, had known them personally and quite well. enough that cristóbal and omahyra bautista had appointed berenice as saul’s legal guardian in case of tragedy striking. and when that happened – when they both died at the hands of hunters – that is exactly what took place: saul, then a helpless two year old, went to live and grow up around the reyes family.

and berenice told him plenty about his parents, always honest (thoughtfully so – saul came to learn more as he grew older) about who his parents were and what happened to them. saul never wondered how they looked like because berenice had pictures, photo albums where he could practically witness the development of cristóbal and omahyra’s relationship, and their relationship with berenice and the reyes. he never wondered what they did for a living because berenice told him – his mother made ends meet as seamstress and his father worked as a cobbler, and they owned a shop together in bushwick. beyond that, they were both more deeply entangled with the reyes’ more illicit activities as product distributors in the 80s. as it turns out, the bautistas were quite entangled with the reyes, an oddity as they were werewolves and normally, werewolves and werepumas never associated.

as a result of all of this, and berenice always having answers for saul’s young, curious mind – saul never grew up with any complex regarding his status as an orphan. he never considered himself an orphan, feeling the word had a certain tone of victimhood he could never relate to. he keeps a lot of items his parents used to own. he keeps photographs, and jewelry and even his father’s music records. and sure enough, he’s wondered what things would be like if they were alive – but he doesn’t dwell on it. and he considers berenice and emmanuel carlos his parents. he calls them mai and pai.

he doesn’t harbor particular resentment towards hunters either, at least beyond the usual dislike you’d expect. when he turned 19, he came to learn about the hunters’ fates – the reyes personally made sure they paid for their misdeeds.

[the-moon-pal]

How about a werepuma?

Catamount!

[zarcake-writes]

WRITE YOUR ESSAY [/tiger mom] But I guess breaks are important too! What are your favorite were-animals that you'd connect with Arthur, Charles, or anyone else you'd like to think about?

Lol, I’m trying to finish it!

But, I can see both Arthur and Charles as werewolves or werebears. Charles might even be something that is connected to his mother’s tribe, but I admit that I know very little about Native American lore (is that the proper name? If not I apologize!) Wait, do we know about his mother’s tribe?

I can see Javier as a werecoyote, I know that’s a common headcanon. John... John is a little harder for me. I guess a werewolf or a werecat of sorts. Like a werepuma or werecougar.  

[teddy-the-queer-wizard]

my monster tumblr content shitpost of the night

Monster LGBT would be a thing obviously so my first thought was

[all vampires suck, but i suck dick]

followed by

[Lesbian Vampiress Dosen't Suck]

but then just also other monster memes like you see anyways.

[I'm only a bitch when the moon is full.]

and then this happened

[Alpha in the street, Submissive in the sheets]

|[Stop perpetuating ABO bullshit, that is NOT were culture]

||[well im a were and i say its perfectly normal]

|||[nobody cares what shifters think Jennifer]

||||[yeah shiffters are appropriating lyconthrop culture]

|||||[excuse me there are more weres than just were wolves!]

||||||[yeah stop erasing werepumas]

|||||||[and wererats!]

||||||||[wererats deserve to be erased]

[armsdealing]

re: your werewolves, are they naturally antagonistic towards vamps like in most lores? if not, is there another creature that serves as their antagonists? what about for the werepumas, do they have a natural enemy?

curious (not-so)-anons / accepting / @undones

you know, the reason i’ve not made a lore post for werewolves the way i have for werepumas is that, well, everyone knows werewolves. everyone knows what a werewolf is supposed to be and how it is supposed to act, and how it is supposed to look like. sure there’s werewolves that shift into a full-blown wolf and others that don’t, some that are affected by silver and wolfsbane and some that don’t. for some werewolves, the transformation hurts like hell and it’s bloody and gorey, and for others, it’s as easy as just thinking about it. and in my interpretation… all of these types of werewolves exist, simultaneously, in my verse. they’re species within the same genus. the same applies to vampires. while i have very specific thoughts on how werewolf and vampire societies work (and i might talk about talk someday), neither are homogeneous groups, even if they have arranged themselves into echelons (monarchies in the case of vampires), in order to better work around humans and outside threats. 

( the same thought applies to werepumas – depending on the location, there are different beliefs surrounding them, so when i talk about them, i focus largely on the beliefs held in the northern parts of south america (that’s colombia, venezuela, ecuador, and some of perú and panamá). even their origins are not certain and the theory regarding the chichí plant only goes so far. )

all of this being said, yes, as a rule of thumb, most werewolves will not like vampires. it just so happens that both of them are predator species forced to share the same territory. but for the most part, it is peaceful. it has to be peaceful. see what i told you about the societies? these were built so what happened in europe wouldn’t repeat itself. and what happened in europe is that werewolves were nearly wiped out by the vampires, a few hundred of years ago, because werewolves decided they could try and get right of vampires, since they saw them as inherently evil. a war happened, and they got decimated, because werewolves were disorganized and wild, while the vampires were methodical and cold and very well-assembled. nowadays, there are wolves in europe, but it’s not like it used to be. on top of there being few werewolf packs left, many of the remaining werewolves chose to try their luck in the “new world” and not try and get cocky this time around. and in america werewolves can and do give vampires something to worry about, since they have organized themselves. so, for the sake of both groups surviving, they’ve decided to keep up a “truce”, and that has been in standing for like, one hundred and fifty years. now, there’s certainly been isolated incidents of vampires and werewolves clashing, but they have been that: isolated. they’re living in the modern times: neither group could afford to start out another war without having to also let humans know they exist. 

so about werepumas. werepumas actually have beef with both werewolves and vampires, lmfao. continuing with the animal comparisons, both of them are invasive species to the werepumas’ home territory, the americas. and during colonial and pre-colonial times, werepumas (who at large were considered protectors of many of their communities), they killed a lot of spanish/british/dutch/french/portuguese/etc colonizers, among which there were vampires and werewolves. little did they know this new place would offer such a threat to their desires for free territory, and such a formidable one too. still, numbers prevailed – even if werepumas are stronger, they are fewer, they are a species that don’t naturally form packs and so in the end wolves and vamps were able to settle in and werepumas took a hit to their numbers. 

so, as you can imagine, werepumas have got a rough history with both of those groups, and to this day, werepumas and werewolves do not like one another. it is an inherent, instinctual dislike that mirrors the real animals’ relationship (as they are known to share habitats and prey and there’s multiple recorded instances of them fighting). it should be noted that one-on-one, the puma will win a fight eight times out of ten. but dealing with packs is another matter entirely. 

before colonization, werepumas had no real enemies, per se. they were and still are apex predators. there were no hunters or people dedicated solely to killing them (that is a concept that arrived with the europeans – the colonial spanish term name for them was monteros). there were werejaguars (who share much of this same history), and other animal shifters and creatures of mythos (as werepumas are a pervasive species throughout the continent, they interacted with many native south and central american groups – so they don’t belong to a single one of them, either; rather, each has their own interpretation of them), but they tried to keep to themselves and their own territories, preferring cohabitation. 

[dirtypaw-arc]

i always like to think and i need to write out more of shilah’s lineage and his mythos as an animal shapeshifter; but i think of how his line has a strong preference for feline like creatures (why the panther is his preferred form) and how that translates into the bonds that certain family lines get into - his family was more familiar with werepumas and such compared to another family line that preferred canine like forms that stuck to werewolves - and how the animal affects their personality and how their family operated

[withlwolvesarchive]

❝ How did you get over there? Who are they? ❞ / for luca

BROOKLYN NINE-NINE. accepting, ( @ruinaa ). 

           he’s got people to introduce her to,  a world for her to see that she’s never known.  there were mutants,  there were altered genes,  and there were the creatures that had been on the earth for far longer then something in the blood altered for ability.  there were myths,  there were legends,  and there were stories that were all true in some ways. 

          he takes her hand  (  somewhat unwillingly,  on her part.  )  and hoists her up over the last ledge of the rocky terrain.  “  i’m sure you’ve heard of werewolves.  “  he tells her,  “  but i much prefer werepumas.  they don’t smell quite as bad  --  so come say hello.  “