#Male Leonin

[clobbiteas]

A redux of Cordovan's Picture! He was meant to look a lot, a *lot* like Scar from The Lion King. So, I fixed it!  -- D&D © Wizards of the Coast Cordovan is owned by Polka

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[vigilskeep]

adult griffons are 12 feet from beak to tail with an even wider wingspan

males weigh over 1000lb, females are smaller but only slightly

smaller, lighter-weight grey wardens are typically chosen as griffon riders, to give the griffons the least burden for long flights or harsh conditions, but a healthy griffon can carry two fully armed and armoured warriors

their claws can “shred plate mail like damp paper”

they have a “musky leonine smell” which “vaguely recalled a tomcat in rut”

most griffons are variations of grey, while other colourings—fully white, fully black, or even rarer parti-coloured ones—are recessive but do occur

their eyes are typically yellow/amber (making assan’s blue eyes an oddity)

we hear about “the earthshaking rumble that passed for their purrs”, and at least one is described as “actually purring”

they’re territorial and short-tempered. it’s a bad idea to feed them when gathered together because they will fight. do not hand-feed even a sick one, you WILL lose fingers

they should be generally safe around people they know when unprovoked by them, though; it’s very alarming if they’re not. they are regularly capable of carrying an extra passenger, even if it’s a stranger, along with their rider

“a griffon would sooner hurl itself into a mountainside than it would accept servitude to a master it disliked. they were never servants, never slaves. a griffon was a partner and equal, or else it was a foe.”

they mourn a lost rider, and fight desperately to save a rider, even if to do it they have to bite into darkspawn, thus becoming tainted and dying horribly (they are usually trained to use only their claws against them)

[jules-writes-stories]

Just Enough Light to Cast Shadows

Azriel x Eris

Chapter 31 on AO3

Helion just stood there, his amber eyes taking her in. He was all light and power, wrapped in a white robe that was almost blinding, even in the moonlight. The scent of oud and linens drenched in sunlight drifted on the warm evening breeze.

He hadn’t changed a bit. Perhaps his hair was longer, locks as meticulous as his spellwork. She used to laugh at him, how even while they lay in bed, he would have her hold the ends while he braided or rubbed pieces between his palms into meticulous cylindrical strands, stringing them with golden threads and beads. But secretly, she loved his masculine pride and his leonine beauty—this regal, golden male who still, centuries later, took her breath away.

The Lady of Autumn smoothed her palms along her brocade gown. She had felt well enough in Autumn, but now her skin was too tight, warm, and itchy.

After all these years of Beron, bound magic, and sadness, she surely looked awful to him. She was too thin, too tired, too pale. She hadn’t even had time to brush her hair or apply oils or kohl.

And here stood the sun personified… with his parties full of beautiful males and females. She was no fool—knew how Helion spent his nights. She could not be angry. The Lady made her choice. But it did not stop the pain, writhing like a wounded animal in her chest.

She suddenly wanted to fade away into smoke. She was a creature to be pitied and rescued. Bruised face and split mouth. Pathetic. Beron had been right about her all along. Having to be saved by her sons and begging for refuge from Helion. By the Cauldron, she was the descendent of a Goddess and had the blood of conquerors and queens running through her veins.

Still, words turned to ash on her tongue. She should not have come. Her heart beat against her ribs, a broken, frightened thing. Say something. Do something. Be brave for once in your life and prove Beron wrong.

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[hypexion]

hot take but the Magic story didn't undergo a sudden negative shift in quality starting with Dominaria (the set) because that was when they stopped doing blocks. It got worse because at the same time they completely changed how the story was managed and started outsourcing the main story to external writers.

A pretty clear example of this is how the scene where Jace arrives on the Weatherlight is entirely different in both events and mood in the Ixalan story compared to the Dominaria story. Not something you can connect to blocks going away but makes much more sense as a consequence of changing the writer.

plus War of the Spark being a block would not have saved us from "grinning his leonin grin" or "decidedly male". and to also Phyrexiapost All Will Be One being a block would not make Wizards start caring about Phyrexian culture as a thing rather than falling back on their Original Sin of "Always Chaotic Evil".

[transfemrecusant]

okay so not to be a huge nerd but ive been getting a lot of rbs on my siphonophore post talking about how it resembles the elden beast from elden ring - and it does!! but this is also where i reveal that im a huge nerd and have considered the design of the elden beast a lot in my runs platinuming the game and my recent attempts to 100% in seamless co-op with my girlfriend :3

so, while the elden beast being a siphonophore does make thematic and design sense (especially with the idea of the law of regression in mind- all things yearn to become one, as a siphonophore is many things that are also one!) but my main theory is that the elden beast is actually a nudibranch sea slug!!

so first im just going to show a couple of photos that i think show off the design aspects particularly well :3

this one, i feel, shows off the basic shape and how it translates into the elden beast veryyyy well. additionally, the gills are taking on a very tree-like shape- a design we see in the elden beast though this species lacks numerous ceras

here we see a nudibranch with a ton of cerata- the little tentacle things on this guys body :3 though the elden beast doesn't have this many, they seem to very much line up in appearance.

this one's a stretch- but it's appearance when it flies during the elden ring attack always reminded me of these guys 🥰

my last one to show off- the hooded nudibranch. the tree like texture in the ceras and the gold nerves running through lines up exactly with the elden beast :3

So, what does this mean?

i highly, highly doubt that the design being based off of a sea slug is just a, "that looks cool" thing. so how does this line up thematically?

firstly, i find it important to mention that nudibranches are pretty much parasitic. to eat something they latch onto it and begin eating, though keeping the stinging cells of it's prey to defend itself. to this extent, this lines up with the Golden Order's takeover of the lands between - the Erdtree parasitically latching onto the Greattree, taking those who once fought for it for their own. it's important to note here that the Crucible Knights served under Godfrey while he was Elden Lord- not before, and the misbegotten (specifically the leonine ones) seem to bear connection to Radagon, insofar as one bearing the Golden Order Greatsword and knowing incantations of the Golden Order. The Erdtree ate away at it's prey, while keeping it's stingers for itself.

Secondly, the reproduction aspect. Nudibranches are simultaneously male and female- an idea that is translated into the earthly form the elden ring was stored into, the dual beings Marika and Radagon.

Additionally, nudibranches are known very well for not possessing shells, though this isn't quite true for it's larval state- many nudibranches possess shells up until adulthood- perhaps emblematic of the beast shedding the form of Marika/Radagon to fight you.

Of course like always there's probably more to this idea that I'm not picking up on, and if anyone has any further theories I'd love to hear them :3 this is just my autism brain rambling after rotating it in my head all day.

[literaryfandomangel]

The Promise - Chapter Seven

I looked to my side to see the four males that I had felt such a connection to the night before. The one that had spoken was the long-haired blonde male I believed might be named Paul. The grin on his face suggested he was playful, but something lurked in his frame, warning others that he could be cruel. 

"I'm Paul!" The blonde-haired man was named Paul. His deep blue eyes gazed at me, showing softness towards someone he had met once. I felt safe in his presence, confident that he wouldn't be cruel towards me. 

"I'm Marko!" The curly-haired guy stated, positively bouncing on the balls of his feet. He had bright green eyes and a cropped white tank underneath the jacket. It was very colorful and called out. I was unable to resist my urge and reached out. My fingers were skeletal, and hardly any fat beneath the skin pulled tight over the phalanges. My blue veins stood out prominently even though my skin had sunburned. I touched the sleeve of his jacket, tracing over the embroidered patch. 

The same tingling feeling erupted beneath the tips of my fingers. I heard Marko gasp. I almost pulled away, but the jacket was more intriguing than his shock. He didn't pull away. Therefore, I continued to trace the outlines of the embroidered shapes on his coat. On the right sleeve, there was a skull patch that fascinated me. 

Marko preened to the rest of the nest while his jacket captured my attention. He was the first person their mate had reached out to, and Marko was enjoying the attention. He felt rather pleased with himself while the other three males glared at the shorter man. 

"I'm Dwayne," the velvety voice said from beside me. I was startled out of my reverie and let go of the jacket. I looked up at the man who had spoken. The one who made sure I didn't fall last night was the only brunette out of the group. His eyes made me feel like I would drown in a pool of chocolate. 

"I'm David," the platinum blonde smirked at me with a lit cigarette in a gloved hand. I wanted to shiver as his eyes looked over my body. I was sure he was the most unhinged of the group - used to getting his way and commanding the others. David reminded me of a feral cat that hung around the neighborhood in Phoenix. 

"You're -" Paul tried to coax me into admitting my name. I tore my eyes away from the leonine man and gazed at Paul again. I didn't want to talk and would rather never speak again, but the pull with these four was tantalizing. They compelled me to want to introduce myself. 

"Aria Emerson," I stated, voice soft and gentle as a butterfly wing. No matter how soft I had spoken, even hampered by the noise from the Boardwalk, all four men had heard my name loud and clear. They could hear my name as if I had stood on tiptoe and shouted it directly into their ear canal. 

"That's a beautiful name for a beautiful lady," Paul shamelessly flirted. He reached out and brushed a lock of auburn hair behind my ear. My ear started to tingle from the skin contact as my cheeks reddened like the setting sun in Africa. I lost track of time and was content to listen to the four converse when Sam appeared. 

"ARIA!" He shouted, clutching a comic book in his hand. I immediately focused on my brother while the four men all fell silent. I took in the scowl prominent on his face and the anger within his steps. 

I reached out a hand with a burning question in my mind. My brother sniffed, handing over the comic book that was the cause of his ire. My brow creased as I looked down at the comic book; it was something about hunting vampires. Though dark, the men could read the comic's title and chuckled. 

"Those comic book freaks are ruining my experience!" Sam shook his head. Apparently, whoever ran the store was upsetting my little brother instead of letting him search for comics like he enjoyed. "They keep giving me this stuff!"

"The Frog brothers?" David questioned, voice calm and colder than Antarctica as he regarded my little brother, who nodded in answer.

"Yeah," Sam shrugged his shoulders. "I don't read horror comics. Those two are really weird. I thought they would leave me alone after I told them to keep it yesterday. But they keep pestering me! They wouldn't let me leave until I took the comic!"

"Interesting," Dwayne said, reaching down with a large hand to take the comic from my hands. He began to flip through it, snorting at some of the illustrations. 

"I'm going to go home," Sam announced. "Are you coming?"

"We'll bring her home," Paul winked, promising my brother. He wasn't amused, giving the blonde a scowl. 

My brother knew a little about my past relationship in Phoenix. He hadn't liked my ex-boyfriend, and seeing me come home with unexplained bruises solidified his hatred. Sam was protective, but I knew why he was so protective. My baby brother didn't want me to get hurt physically, emotionally, and mentally, like in the past. I tried to pretend I was strong but would shatter like my bones. 

"Are you alright?" Sam stressed, gazing at me with his piercing eyes. He searched my face for any discomfort, anything that would tell him that I needed help. I smiled brightly at my brother, nodding at his question. He sighed, waiting a second more. "Fine," Sam mumbled before glaring at the four men before him. "But if any of you hurt my sister, I will kill you."

"We won't hurt your sister, kid," Marko said, voice devoid of any mischievous tone and deadly serious. 

"Alright," Sam nodded, still gazing at the guys dressed like punks with narrowed eyes. "But have my sister home before 1 am!" I rolled my eyes at my little brother, not liking how he commanded them. Sam wasn't my father or my mother. "And eat something, Aria."

I gaped at my brother in shock. Sam was taking this overprotective act too far. I crossed my arms in front of my chest, glaring at him. He withered a bit from being under the heat of my glare, but he didn't back down. 

"Sam!" I gasped, shocked that my brother would have announced part of my private affairs like that. 

"What?" Sam finally stated. "I'm not blind, Aria! You're getting worse since your stay -"

I glared at him, and he stopped talking. "You journal all the food that you eat, Aria. If you keep this up, Mom will be burying you at the end of the year."

I felt tears welling up in my eyes as pain filled my chest. Instead of responding to my brother, I fled and held my bag to my chest. In my malnourished state, I had a hard time running for an extended period. Therefore, I didn't manage to get far away, but it was enough to be out of sight of my dweeb brother. I managed to slip into the crowd, their bodies enough protection to mask anyone trying to track me down. 

I continued to walk down the crowded Boardwalk until the crowd thinned; finally, it was only me on this part. My legs were shaking from the exercise, and my side hurt. I looked between the bench and the sand before sinking onto the soft, white sand by the Boardwalk. 

A light pole was above my seat; therefore, I had enough light to read. I pulled out Anna Karenina and continued reading the forbidden love story. Soon, I lost myself in the pages of Russian literature. 

"Princess," I heard a voice say, pulling me from the pages of Russian literature. When I looked up, I saw the four men I felt that weird pull towards lounging around me. I felt safe enough to let my guard down and enjoy the novel. I subconsciously mused that perhaps I had felt safe because I could feel their presence. "It's almost 1 am."

"What?" I licked my dry lips at Dwayne's declaration. I scrambled, panicking that I wouldn't make it home on time. I barely remembered to stick the old ribbon between the pages of Anna Karenina before shoving it deep inside my messenger bag. 

"Let's get you home," David's calm voice stated. He held a hand to me,  which I looked at momentarily. Then I accepted his help, putting my tiny hand within his as David pulled me to my feet. David looked down at our hands, noting the difference with a smirk, before entwining our fingers together. 

I walked with them down the Boardwalk, feeling safe as the fog enveloped the once lively Boardwalk. The crowds were starting to disburse as shops closed. The Boardwalk would be closing soon, around 3 am. We walked towards their four motorcycles, and I stopped dead. I was hesitant. Sensing my hesitation, Marko spoke up. 

"We did promise your brother to get you home by 1 am," Marko's eyebrow rose in a silent question. He gave me a sly grin as if this was an excuse to get me onto one of their motorcycles. After a moment of debate, I finally nodded, conceding my defeat. 

Chapter Eight

[phill-art]

Commissions open! My art of an eastern style Leonin Monk!

Here’s the character's description:

race: Leonin

class: Monk

sex: Male

personality: His default personality is like Drax from Guardians of the Galaxy, but more angry. However, he constantly tries to calm himself and embrace peace. “I will crush their skulls! … I meant I will crush their skulls peacefu- I will remain calm and negotiate peacefully.”

age (what they look like in human years): 40

height: 7’

weight/build: 310lb Broad muscle

hair style/color: Shiny red bronze fur and a dull metal color for his mane and tail. His overall appearance is like the Chinese guardian lion statues.

eye color: glowing blue

skin color:

items/weapons: Emerald bead bracelet

Get as detailed as you can with the outfit/armor (and colors).

clothing top: shirtless

clothing bottom: Teal blue pants that loosely fit him and a golden Chinese warrior style belt that has been passed down to him from his elders.

footwear: No footwear

[haymarketvtubestuff]

"No, I need to see you, face to face."

Ellie made the demand of her familiar only because she didn't feel comfortable just hearing the words of consent being stated in her head. After all, anyone was allowed to say anything in the headspace. The witch wanted Fruma to say it out loud.

A mist presented itself before the mistress of the ancestors, and solidified into a leonine figure. When Ellie had first encountered Fruma (granted, through a black mirror while Ellie was handcuffed to a hospital bed), she saw it as a beast with sentience, feral in appearance and more typical of a male lion. As the years passed, Fruma took on a more feminine frame that matched Ellie's heavy-set and semi-muscular appearance. It was, for Ellie, like gazing into a foggy mirror. She repeated her question.

"How do you feel about piloting my body? For more than just running errands?" A mischievous smirk on her face reminded the sheyd of the game at hand. The spirit wasn't sure how to respond, and gave an expression of worry and concern. Ellie waved it off and changed her own to that of comfort and consolation. "Rosa came up with it, in fairness. Benefits of polyamory and all that." Her expression remained as it was - a genuine invitation, a smile. The sheyd sensed no malice and, exhaling, released the tension in its face and shoulders.

"When?"

"Tomorrow night, if you'd like. Before Rosa gets home from work. I think she'd like the surprise."

----

The librarian had a long day with after school programs, and was looking forward to a calm night of reruns, leftover risotto, and a glass of Prosecco. She didn't hear the soft padding of bare feet on the living room carpet, thanks to her phone still playing a podcast at maximum volume - but she did sense the breath on her nape before the gentle bite, followed by a kiss and more kisses tracing to her left ear. Rosa shivered - while she was a domme in the bedroom, she enjoyed when her pet was forward with her wants.

And it wanted. She could hear it in its voice.

"The taste of you is more delightful than wine, and your name is like the finest oil - so does this maiden love you."

The tone was, to Rosa, far more poetic than her wife normally had when she wanted to be used as a toy. More ... biblical. The librarian slowly turned to face her spouse, and she saw the hunger in her eyes. She smiled.

"My wife doesn't normally speak Torah when she wants ..." Rosa paused, tracing her hands up the trouser legs of "Ellie". She kept her right hand over her spouse's erection, massaging it through the khakis, her own smile shifting towards that of a predator as she felt "Ellie" shiver and heard her panting. Her other hand traced its way up to Ellie's right breast. Rosa stopped before payoff, savoring the sound and sight of the hungering beast before her.

As soon as she finished the sentence with "... this", she tugged at Ellie's nipple. A roar came forth from "Ellie", unbidden, but the look of hunger remained. Ellie's cock was somehow growing more full. Rosa giggled, watching the beast under her command know its place and find itself wanting more. She gave "Ellie" a gentle kiss on the lips, as well as her own mischievous smile and gaze.

"Oh, Fruma, I am going to have fun with you tonight."

[tsalala]

how come pretty much all the male lions have names, but so few lionesses do? at least it seems that way from your posts (not hating on you or anything, i'm aware you're not the one in charge of it. just something that caught my attention). are they not worth naming too?

in south africa (i.e. sabi sands, kruger national park) there’s less of this naming culture compared to places like the serengeti-ngorongoro ecosystem and maasai mara. tanzanian and kenyan lions, you’ll find guides/photographers/lodges naming even the cubs. the famous olonkera got his name as a youngin’ because he was found to be quite tolerant of his younger siblings, hence his name which means something like “baby sitter.” in the marsh pride, there’s the lionesses bibi and pamoja and charm & the rest. in botswana, ma di tau and silver eye were made famous by the jouberts. in namibia, the lionesses alpha, bravo and charlie are known for their devouring seals over land animals. et cetera, et cetera. you’ll find this naming culture also extends to non leonine big cats in other places in the world too: machli, collarwali, and their descendants come to mind. the first machli in particular is the progenitor of “the lady of the lakes” bloodline - an unofficial title given to tigresses who control the lakes region in ranthambore national park.

when it comes to south african lions, personal names are less important. it’s why i get so confused at times when i hear people talk about “(insert pride name) young male” or “(insert pride name) female” because there are so many lions who belong to the same natal prides and bloodlines. my favorite pride, the tsalala pride, is made up of one lioness and she has no name at all and neither did her late mother. people tend to differentiate the girls by nicknames like xyz princess, xyz mother, or some other instead.

as for why south african male lions seemingly get personal names more often than lionesses - and this is just my opinion - i think it’s just the simple fact that people are more interested in males than females. not only that but south african national parks & lodges are probably the most popular out of all the lion safari parks in africa and india. there’s a reason why not just male lions but south african male lions like the mapogos, majingilanes, west street males, avocas, birmingham boys, and them have a large following. more interest in males means a closer perceived connection to them than females, which means more drive to give them personal names over their mothers and sisters and daughters. for example, i can name the mapogo boys off the top of my head but i can’t name their spartan sisters from the same natal pride.

[the-plagueis-crew]

Eztli, The Barbarian

NAME: Blood Seeker Eztli!

AGE: Of Mothering Age, though all the males around are much too cowardly to attempt so! (18-20 years old)

RACE: Jaguar! (Either Leonin or Tabaxi)

HEIGHT: Taller than your Mother, shorter than your Father. (5'10" tall)

GENDER: She Who Mothers! (Woman, She/Her)

ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Murderer. (Technically, Chaotic Neutral since she only kills the worthy, but get on her nerves, and she'll turn Chaotic Evil real quick, and your corpse will never be found.)

CLASS: I bathe in the blood of my prey! (Path of the Beast Barbarian LVL 10)

STATS:

STR 18 (+4) INT 8 (-1)

DEX 14 (+2) WIS 12 (+1)

CON 16 (+3) CHA 12 (+1)

BACKSTORY:

Born a daughter of Great Bahlam, Eztli was brought into the fold of the cult of the Winged Jaguar as soon as she was a child, and indoctrinated into it by her own father. She spent her time alongside the warriors of her tribe, and when she got the taste for blood, she couldn't get enough.

So—When I learned of lands beyond the Jungle, of prey unhunted and blood unspilled, I took my Macuahuitl, and set out in search of hearts worthy of being consumed by the Winged Jaguar! I hunt now, men and women to kill, or mate, for that is the wish of the Winged Jaguar and my Father!

Blood shall be spilled, and warriors birthed of my womb! So come, and face me! If you survive, I'll show you how a Jaguar mates~

[clobbiteas]

A commission from B of Caerulean and Connor cuddling! It's Moden AU Connor's Lock Screen. -- D&D © Wizards of the Coast Caerulean is owned by Tam Connor is owned by B

[suzubelle-chan]

Do you think Leonheart would look good with braided hair?

*Takes in a deep breath*

YES!

I've been been a fan of long haired anime guys since my middle school days, when I was really getting into anime and manga. So of course, seeing them in something besides just plain hair down or ponytail, their default styles, is an absolute treat.

Exhibit A: Claude Jeanne Elmir from I'm the Villainess so I'm Taming the Final Boss.

Now him in a braid:

Isn't it amazing!?! So thus yes, I think Leonhart would look good in a braid. I think Sariphi may have to skills to do a basic braid, but I doubt Leonhart or any one in the castle has the hair ties needed to keep it in place.

And if you're wondering about his Beast form...

(I got these mainly under pintrest under Male Leonin images-apparently it's a D&D race-and highly suspect these to be made with AI. May artists everywhere forgive me for my sins. Now back to the fangirling).

TAKE A LOOK AT THESE!!! If you didn't think Leonhart would look good in some kind of braid in his mane, let these convince you! I do have some plans in my fic Breaking Chains for Leonhart to get both his mane and his hair braided at some point. I'll definitely look around for artists who could do a commission depicting Leonhart in his braids!

[yezielmoore]

8. (Make-up day) Morsel

Sooo. Inspiration has been thin on the ground. Then i got an idea so I reread Himeko's sparce wiki entry to get a better grasp on her timeline and bro. As is appropiate for a character in these kind of games, Himeko was a teenage genius that got into Uni at 15, finished her phD at 18, suffered greatly from a tragedy that drove her into giving up her dreams and signing up to the shady secret force fighting the deadly secret alien plague. Then she, a woman with no honkai compatibility, did all the training required and joined her squad at 19. Dear god fam.

And if you're into HSR, then it suddenly makes a lot more sense that her counterpart repaired the Mystery Space Train created by an Aeon (god) all by herself and probably with only her guts and a scredriver. I love this woman.

*.*.*

Himeko’s second week in this new world brought about as many surprises as the first one, if not more. Maybe she should stop thinking in terms of surprises when literally every single thing was a surprise in one way or another. At least her first days here had been spent aboard an isolated merchant ship and her only contact with the wider world had been with the crew.

Now, however, they had docked in a small town named Aleport which, by its nature as a port town, saw a lot of traffic from merchants and travelers of all kinds. Here, Himeko finally got the chance to experience how… colorful and diverse the people of this world were. The crew had been a mix of what she learned were hyur, miqo’te and roegadyn, plus whatever race she was. 

(There had been no mirrors on the ship, but Himeko had seen her reflection in a bassinet full of water, morbidly curious about her own appearance. Seeing a reflection of herself, but with leonine characteristics, had been a shock. In a way, she suspected it’d have been less strange if her body had been drastically changed; instead, she looked almost identical while not looking like herself at all. It was eerie).

Aleport, on the other hand, welcomed even more races, from the pint sized hobbit-like people, to literal elves; from rabbit people, to tall men and petite women that had scales, horns and tails. She had even seen a male of her own species (she assumed) pass by while she stood in the plaza with the floating crystal, gawking like a bumbling tourist who had never set foot into a city before. 

She was trying to not think about the floating crystal.

Or the magic.

She was failing on all accounts, but it was the thought that counted, right? 

Himeko had so many questions. All the questions. And no way to ask them without coming off as a crazy hermit that had lived under a rock her whole life at best, or the worst infiltrator to ever exist. When she took into consideration that these people seemed to be in conflict with some “beast tribe” and “those fucking garleans” (epithet courtesy of her erstwhile crewmembers), and that being seen as a spy may wind up with her taking a long walk off a plank, then it became obvious that discretion was the way to go.

Unfortunately, being discrete wasn’t exactly compatible with being expedient, and, for someone who had wrapped up her phD at 18 years old, the forced ignorance grated like nails on a chalkboard.

Integration would be a lot easier if Himeko could read the local language. Because oh yeah, that was also a thing. Despite having no trouble verbally communicating with everyone she met, Himeko could not, for the life of her, read the local script that had, as far as she could guess, some passing similarity to a few of the romance languages she studied, but only in appearance. Even then, the similarities were few. 

Truth be told, Himeko had no idea why she could understand everyone and be understood in turn, but she wasn’t fool enough to look a gifted horse in the mouth. She just hoped this wouldn’t end up being a monkey’s paw situation. That would suck even more than trying to pick up morsels of valuable information from conversations she just happened to overhear. 

Himeko sighed as she watched the sun finally rise over the horizon, painting the sky a fiery orange. She climbed to her feet and stretched in order to work out the kinks in her back, then holstered the old but serviceable ax that Swift River had gifted her as thank you for saving his life.

Yesterday, Himeko had spent the day familiarizing herself with the town and the people that lived in it. She observed their routines and exchanged words with bored dock workers and idling guards, as well as haughty scholars and enthusiastic children. 

All information was valuable information at this point in time, but one of the most valuable things she learned during her little information gathering the day before was about the existence of adventurers: people that traveled around and did odd jobs in exchange for money. The best thing? Anyone could be an adventurer, even dimensional travelers with no papers. 

Sure, apparently there was an Adventurer’s Guild, but while signing up was recommended, according to those yellowjacket guys, it wasn’t mandatory. That was good news, since the Guild was in the capital and currently Himeko was a penniless, nameless nobody as far as this world was concerned.

Well, hopefully her experience swinging around a greatsword would translate to swinging around a war ax. She could use the exercise. And the stress relief.

[dabideku-tododeku-bakudeku-2023]

Hallo, Guten Abend! I'm sorry for not really posting much today, I still have an upset stomach. Nothing serious, and I AM feeling somewhat better. But I digress...

I am working on a DabixOC fic, and I need help working on an image of said character...but I can't draw people (unless they are sticks...) Here is what I have planned in my mind.

Name: Fujiouka Aoba

Age: 26 (same as Dabi. This fic is set 2 years after the final battle.)

Height: 5'8 (A conversion into Metric units would be lovely!)

Hair/Mane: Black

Eyes: Golden with cat-like pupils

Skin: 100% body cover of burn scars like Dabi's

Build: Slightly more muscular than Deku

Quirks:

Primal Glory: A Mutation quirk that makes the holder appear beast-like (Aoba has a Leonine appearance). They possess great physical strength, heightened senses, and predatory instincts.

Comp Mind: A quirk that strengthens the analytical capabilities of almost computer-like levels.

???: A strange, unknown quirk that allows someone to copy and possess any quirk that physically comes in contact with the holder.

Blueflame: Same as Dabi's quirk, but manifests similarly to Endeavor's. (??? gave him access to this quirk.)

Hero Name: Demon

Flaws: He is quick to flare his temper and has a general hatred of Endeavor, refusing to address him respectfully by not using his hero name and not addressing him by his family name. He is selfless to a fault (much like Deku). He also questions his self-worth, given his past and current experience.

Pros: He is very loyal to his friends, regardless of their past (Dabi, for example). He is somewhat average in intelligence but can activate Comp Mind to enhance his mental capability upwards of 198 IQ in battle. He is humble despite his appearance and battle prowess.

Past: He was born into the Fujiouka family, well known in the Hero Community for using their inherited quirk (Comp Mind) to analyze both Villains and Heroes to benefit the Hero Community. His father, Masaharu, is the patriarch. His mother was born with the unique Primal Glory quirk. The Fujiouka family are sworn allies of the Todoroki family, to the point that Aoba's mother was arranged to marry Todoroki Enji but was rejected in favor of Rei. He met Todoroki Touya when they were five, protecting each other from 12-year-old bullies. He was protective of Touya and acted as a rock to lean on when Touya was upset with Enji. Aoba was there when Touya lost control of his quirk and was burned over his entire body (he somehow managed to keep his hair/mane. Like everyone else, Aoba thought his friend had died. He was enrolled at U.A. and graduated at the top of his class.

This is what I have down so far. I would like an opinion on his character thus far and I would REALLY love it if someone drew him. I won't explicitly ask for the drawing, as I have no money for a commission fee. Besides, I am in NEED of opinions about his character because I have no desire to create a male Mary Sue. Any and all criticism is appreciated! Vielen Dank!

[barbariankingdom]

Graeco-Persian Gold Finger Ring (4th Century BC) : The ring's plain hoop is slightly rounded on the interior and exterior, expanding at the shoulders to the oval bezel, last one is engraved with a bearded male sphinx standing in profile to the left, his sickle-shaped wings are upraised and enhanced by punched dots. Its leonine tail is upturned, and on its head it wears a tall crown. (1.8 cm)

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[dyxtd21]

Honey Calcite aesthetic moodboard!! Honey Calcite: Honey Calcite, as a towering 8'6" anthropomorphic lion beastman, is an imposing and primal figure, evoking both power and ferocity. His muscular frame is covered in thick, pale orange fur with streaks of golden-yellow hues, reflecting the warm tones of his Honey Calcite gemstone, which is triangle-cut and embedded prominently on his broad chest. The gemstone gleams with a rich, honeyed glow, pulsing with energy, symbolizing his connection to the earth and his primal strength.

Appearance:

Body: His physique is massive and muscular, every movement exuding raw power. His body is humanoid in form, but covered in a dense mane of fur around his head, shoulders, and upper back, much like that of a lion. The fur on the rest of his body is shorter but still thick, giving him a wild and rugged appearance.

Face: His face has a leonine structure, with a powerful jawline and sharp, piercing amber eyes. His expression is often one of aggression or alertness, especially when confronted by potential threats. Small devil-like horns curve upwards from his brow, adding to his intimidating visage.

Scorpion Tail: Extending from his lower back is a long, sinewy scorpion tail, tipped with a sharp, venomous stinger. The tail sways with tension, always ready to strike if he feels threatened or agitated.

Dripping Honey: His entire body is perpetually covered in a thick layer of honey that seems to ooze continuously as he moves, giving him a slightly sticky, glossy appearance. This honey matches his pale orange-yellow hues and glistens under light. It flows from his mane down his muscular chest and limbs, leaving trails behind him. The honey doesn’t just cover him for show—it is a manifestation of his gemstone’s power, both sweet and dangerous, much like him.

Clothing: His only clothing is a simple, primal loincloth, made from tough animal hide. This minimalistic attire emphasizes his beastly nature and the wild world he comes from.

Personality:

Aggressive Toward Human Males: Honey Calcite has an intense and agitated demeanor when it comes to human males. His interactions are typically filled with hostility, growling or displaying his sharp teeth. Just like a lion guarding its territory, he sees males as rivals or threats to his pride, and his aggressive stance reflects this instinctual behavior. His scorpion tail twitches in agitation, a warning to anyone who gets too close.

Protective of Human Females: In stark contrast, Honey Calcite is fiercely protective and docile when it comes to human females. Much like a lion guarding its lionesses, he views females as part of his "pride" and will go to great lengths to ensure their safety and well-being. Around women, his movements become gentler, his voice softer, and his typically agitated behavior subsides. Despite his intimidating appearance, he shows a tender, almost caring side when around them.

Loyal and Territorial: Honey Calcite is territorial and highly loyal to those he deems part of his pride. He will defend his territory (or those he protects) with unmatched ferocity, and any threat to his pride is met with swift and brutal action. While he may not trust easily, once someone gains his loyalty, he becomes a powerful protector.

Prideful and Stubborn: As a reflection of his lion-like nature, he carries a lot of pride. He rarely admits to being wrong, and his stubbornness can make him difficult to reason with. He believes in strength above all else and respects those who can prove themselves through action, not words.

Intimidating Yet Noble: While he may come off as a savage beast, there’s a sense of nobility to Honey Calcite. His actions, though often driven by instinct, have an underlying code of honor. He will never attack the weak, and his rage is often fueled by a desire to protect rather than destroy.

Fact: He knows Calcite and sees her as his 'sister' (Not related by creator)