#Dahut

[asterparfait]

i love him ur honor

[dragondusst]

The Le Salut experience

[kaugumm1]

HAPPY FISHDAY

[awiya6-6]

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[suitanart]

✨Virche Evermore keychain preorders✨

Finally, keychains are ready to order right now! And there is a 10 % discount until next Thursday in otome keychains to celebrate Jack Jeanne's sequel announcement!

Preorders open until 31st March!

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[tophatcats]

limited color palette doodles of some fav virche boys

[ID: A set of two digital sketchbook pages with characters from Virche Evermore. The pieces are done with a limited color palette and digital brushes imitating traditional media. The first page includes full body figure drawing studies of Mathis reading a book, Scien standing with a contemplative pose, and Dahut sitting with a mug. The second page is a set of character expression doodles featuring Mathis panicking and Capucine with an annoyed glare.]

First page poses are from adorkastock and jookpubstock. Limited color palette is from robogart's honeybear tier activities. Traditional media brushes are by simzart.

[teacorgi]

dahut as a pom !

[weirdlookindog]

"One last look I took at Dahut - and I almost broke my resolution - Witch or not - she was too fair to kill..."

A. Merritt ~ Creep, Shadow!

Artist unknown.

(A. Merritt's Fantasy Magazine - December 1949)

[blupengu]

[typemoonsmashorpass]

[lilibeams]

Virche Evermore la salut depraved smut

WARNINGS: noncon, inappropriate use of clones, insane Dahut, exhibitionism, aphrodisiacs, double pentetration in one hole

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When Ceres is kidnapped by Dahut and held captive in his secret underground lab

Dahut has a bit of a crush on Ceres and decides he will indulge while he waits for Adolphe and the others to come.

He knows from watching Ceres that she likes Lucas. So he'll bring out two clones that follow his orders without question to fuck her.

They rip her dress into tatters at Dahut's order and play with her until she's a screaming, dripping mess.

Dahut sits by his monitors stroking himself at the sight. He decides she's ready enough and tells the clones to pick her up and fuck her.

So one of the Lucas clones picks her up, her back pressed into his chest and the other clone spreads her legs wide. The Lucas behind her presses his fat cock into her and lets gravity sink her onto him. She cries, wailing that she's too full, that it's too much but Dahut smirks, saying that it's nothing. There's still another Lucas, isn't there? She tries to squirm away but she can't. She's speared onto the clones cock and his unbreakable grip on her ensured she stayed put.

The second clone started to press into her occupied hole alongside the first Lucas and she panicked, trying futiling once more to escape. They pay her no mind and set a pace that ensured there would always be a cock deep inside her at every thrust. They alternated thrusts and Ceres couldn't take it anymore and came hard. They didn't stop. Dahut had made sure that when creating these clones that their endurance was maxed out. They wouldn't stop unless Dahut told them to.

Dahut glanced at the monitors again, hearing a commotion. He grinned. Adolphe, Ankou, Yves and Lucas (the real one) were fighting more clones and were exceptionally close now. He decided it was time to up the anty and stood, approaching Ceres and the clones with a syringe.

Ceres was already in a state of fucked out so she didn't really notice or comprehend a needle piercing her skin and filling her with a drug. She did notice her body getting unbearably hot and her core aching. She panted, trying to shift her hips to roll them back down.

Adolphe enters the room. They're stunned, disbelieving at the scene before them.

Ankou blows his cover and regenerates, screaming in rage, about to rush in and kill the clones, but Dahut advises him against doing that. One of the clones' hands reaches up and squeezes Ceres' throat. She wheezes, her face turning red and her eyes bulging. Ankou panics and tells him to stop, and he does, but not before Ceres squirts all over the clones stomach and thighs.

Dahut laughs in delight, exclaiming that he hadn't expected Ceres to be into choking. The clones hadn't stopped, their pace consistent. Her body twitched uncontrollably.

[asterparfait]

dahut with nadia vs scien,

[kroashent]

Kroashent Character Spotlight: Ahes Dahut, Queen of Ys

For August/September, I'm taking on a little side project, cleaning up and finishing some of the placeholder characters on the Kroashent WorldAnvil. Oftentimes, inspiration strikes suddenly, leaving me with a lot of unfinished concepts that don't quite fit cleanly into the mix. I'll be returning to answering Q+As soon (questions are always open and welcome) and writing the next chapters of the book. In the meantime, working on a lot of commission work, so this is something of a side project when the tablet is charging.

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Val's Notes: Major character today, the Queen of the Marie-Morgane, Ahes Dahut. I typically constrain my mermaids to "Mermay", but it seems like a good time to actually address her.

Special thanks to the amazing Veika for the wonderful character art!

(Check out her gallery here: https://www.deviantart.com/veika)

[themonsterblogofmonsters]

You definitely have a point. Maybe ‘magical beings’ here would be the better term until I can look through mythology and find something more specific. As for the courts, I guess the better question would be, what do you think would be the non-European equivalent of a court in East Asia and Africa? And, a particular favorite court and ruler is Dahut, the Morgen Queen. What made you want to create this character and even her court?

If it's in Africa there's werehyenas, my Shezmu, Adze and Sasabonsam vampiric creatures, yumboes which in HP are African House Elves, and in North Africa and areas with a high Muslim population specifically, you'll get a good chunk of jinn folklore. In East Asia you're looking at Yokai in Japan, Yaoguai in China and I'm afraid I wouldn't really know a good term for Korea or Taiwan.

Dahut is based on the story of the City of Ys and the princess who caused it's flooding/sinking.

[the-pink-prince]

Dahut-Ahes of Brittany :)

[mask131]

Cold winter: The dahut

DAHUT

Category: French folklore

There are two “Dahuts” in French folklore. One is a cursed princess that became a deadly mermaid. And then there’s this Dahut. People apparently more popularly write it “Dahu”, but I knew it first as “Dahut” and so it is the spelling I will use.

The dahut is a wild animal living in mountains of France. Due to only living on the slopes of mountains for centuries and centuries, the dahut evolved in a very peculiar way… It has two legs shorter than the others. More specifically: either the dahut will have its left legs shorter than the rights, either the rights longer than the left, both in front and in the back. Like that, the dahut can stand perfectly on diagonal slopes. The problem with this specific evolution is that as a result the dahut can only move in one direction – clockwise or counter-clockwise around the mountain. Some tales even claim that there are two subtypes of dahuts, defined by which direction they go towards, and that when they met they have specific and unique ways to cross each other’s paths (and there are just as many tales about how these two sub-types… reproduce in very inventive ways).

Where exactly does the dahut live? Everywhere! But usually under different names. As long as there is a mountain, there is a dahut. In the Vosges it is the darou, in the Jura the dairi, in Bourgogne darhut, in Picardie bitarde, in Maine biroufle, in Anjou darut, in Ile-de-France daru, in Provence chastre, etc… But beyond the characteristic of the beast having two different sizes of legs, nobody can truly agree on what the animal looks like or is – while most people describe it as a mountain goat, other regions will use another type of furry mammal or mountain creature, sometimes it is even a bird!

Quite a nice little legend, isn’t it? Except… it isn’t truly a legend. If you ask people about it, they will tell you it is a real beast and that they regularly see it with their own eyes. And if they tell you that, then you better be wary, because they think you’re an idiot. You see the dahut is… basically one big joke. It is an artificial legend, a made-up cryptid, but a creature nobody really believed in, except the butts of the joke. I’ll explain…

The dahut and its regional variations is an archetypal creature invented by mountain-dwellers, and the rural populations of mountainous areas. Invented as an elaborate prank: the whole idea is to make city-dwellers visiting the area, or really naïve people, believe in the existence of the beast, using their lack of knowledge of the mountains fauna to convince them the dahut is a real beast. After all, behind its bizarre legs, it will always be described as a logical, rational, non-fantastical creature part of the mountain’s ecosystem. And people believed the lie and fell for the prank – so much it spread not just to mountains, but also to heavily forested areas. It even got out of France! In some regions of Spain you can find the creature – in Catalonia and Andorra it is the “tamarro”, the dahu’s Spanish cousin. But you see, the prank isn’t about making the fool believe in the existence of the dahut. Oh no… the prank actually lies in a specific ritual. The dahut hunt.

“La chasse au dahut”. The hunt for the dahut. Now a synonym for “sending someone doing something useless” or “pursuing something that does not exist”. There are as many dahut hunts as there are variations of the dahut, and all have one purpose: convincing the fool to go on the hunt for the beast, and then ridicule him (of course, usually the hunt for the dahut is inflicted on men, because that’s olden days countryside). This fake dahut-hunt was never conceived in a spirit of wickedness or evilness, the idea wasn’t to torture the fool – but it was a form of entertainment for small villages and remote rural areas, and usually a good dahut hunt became the hot topic in pubs, public harvest feasts and evening gatherings, becoming a cherished memory for months afterward. The preparation of the dahut hunt was a true ritual: first, the community had to select the “fool”, usually an outsider that was freshly arrived to the community (a new domestic, an apprentice, a new farm employee, or maybe some visitor who has business in town) – as I said before, the person either has to be quite notably naïve/stupid/credulous, or has to be an urban person not used to the ways of rural folks and the fauna of the countryside, or even both at the same time! After testing the credulity of the fool subtly over a long period of time, if the fool is deemed “ripe” (so to speak), starts the conditioning. The community will feed the fool with grandiose and fascinating tales of the dahut and previous hunts for it, they will teach the fool the ways to capture a dahut, have him train regularly and encourage him with his “progresses”, but also while making sure to not too openly mock him or force him to do things too extravagant – to balance the joke and the realism. And when the “fool” is impatient and hyped for the hunt… starts the hunt.

The hunt always takes place in “groups”, in remote areas far from the village, of course forested and mountainous, and always in the evening or at night. One method to hunt the dahut is to use sticks and a bag: the “pranksters” will go into the forest, hitting their sticks on the trees to panic or anger the dahut, which will result in the beast losing its balance and rolling down the slope ; the fool is down the slop, with a bag, open and his mission is to receive the rolling animal. Of course nothing falls, and after a certain time the fool realizes that the other hunters went home and left him to wait in the dark. A second popular method of “hunting” is to convince the fool that to hunt a dahut you must call it while standing behind it – the dahut is a very social animal that gets extremely happy whenever someone shows him some interest, so upon being called from the back the beast will lose its balance and fall on the ground unable to get up. The fool is trained to “call” the dahut – he will learn a specific cry, or whistling, or mating call, and then be sent in the mountain. The fool will call the beast by shouting or whistling for quite some times, before finally realizing he was fooled all along (usually the shout or cry tends to be quite funny or ridiculous). A third hunting method is to place pepper on big rocks across the area where the dahut “lives” and then wait: the dahut, upon sniffing the pepper, will sneeze so hard it will bang its head on the rock and knock itself unconscious. A fourth and final method of hunting is only done from November to February (aka during the winter season): the “hunters” will identify a body of water where the dahut regularly drinks, and then have the fool wait for the beast to arrive with a bag to put it in. But the thing is that the dahut has a very strong sense of smell, so to better hide the fool has to take off his shoes and plunge his bare feet into the cold water – and the hands too.

It all might seem very cruel, but as I said, the “dahut hunt” ritual was never actually thought as cruel or wicked in any way (except maybe by those suffering from it – urban-dwellers usually seeing it as a form of bullying by rurals). Not only was the dahut hunt supposed to be a community entertainment fondly remembered by everyone, but it also doubled as an initiation ritual: the fool, after coming back empty-handed and mocked from the dahut hunt, was immediately considered to be “part of the community”. To be fooled by the dahut somehow meant that the barrier between you and the community you had arrived in was lifted – the community will always accept more gleefully and readily a dahut fool than an “outsider” who never went through the ritual.

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Of course, time passing by and things changing, the dahut hunt as described above stopped existing, or rather evolved. Instead of being a prank placed on adults, the dahut hunt became a children game. Parents, summer camp staff, teachers organized “dahut hunts” to keep their kids busy or entertain them, and while with times kids came to understand that the dahuts did not exist, they still kept the activity as a fun group game, which doubled as a way to explore wild or rural areas, and could even become a sort of “treasure hunt”. In fact, summer camps and “green classes” as we call them (class journeys to rural or wild areas) started using the dahut hunt as a way for kids to study and explore the fauna and flora of areas. And the dahut soon became a folkloric symbol, resulting in it being use in commerce – for example there is a candy called the “dahu”, which is raising covered in milk chocolate ; and during the winter Olympic games of 1968 the French ski team had for a mascot a dahu – Pataski the Dahu, which later got some stories written for him in the shape of comic books.