#basically what we now think of harpies

[kiame-sama]

Twisted Wonderland Monsterverse AU?

What monsters do you think each of the characters would be? (With the exception of the Beastmen, Mermen and Fae Characters since they’re technically monsters already)

These are a few ideas on what I think some of the characters might be (You can change these, since I’m mainly guessing)

I can definitely see Jamil as a Naga

Kalim makes me think of an Otter (So cute and adorable that you can forget that Otters are dangerous)

I feel like Vil would probably be a Harpy, specifically a Peacock Harpy (Very pretty, confident and can be aggressive)

Rook would probably also be a Harpy, specifically one of the Birds of Prey (He’s a Hunter after all) like a Peregrine Falcon or a species of Eagle

Idia would a God of Death, the Dead and Ruler of the Underworld and Ortho either being a Soul or Cerberus(?)

I feel like Silver would either be Human, Bear or a Bird, like a Barn Owl (They’re very cute)

Did most characters, some are more than a little obvious (given they are already creatures in Twisted Wonderland anyway).

Divus is a Selkie and is very protective over his fur.

Sam is a Shadow man (we all saw that coming).

Vargas is a minotaur.

Trein is a sphinx.

Crowley is a Crow Fae (obviously).

Ace is a Satyr and thinks playing the pan flute is dumb.

Deuce is a Faun- basically a Satyr with better horns and a stronger sense of justice, known for helping lost travelers.

Cater is a water nymph and is often seen bothering Trey while he is resting in the waters of the lake of Heartslabyul.

Che'nya is a Bakeneko- cat creature that typically symbolizes bad luck. I think he would have two tails or a forked tail.

Trey is a Kelpie centaur and often seen with Riddle as they are good friends, or Cater riding around on his back despite the usual warning that comes with trying to ride a Kelpie.

Riddle is a unicorn centaur and he hates that so many tease him about being a 'girly' creature. Very gifted with magic and extremely proud, his mother was very strict about Riddle being the perfect unicorn growing up.

Jack is a Werewolf.

Ruggie is a Gnoll.

Leona is a Nemean Lion.

Azul is a Cecaelia- basically what he is now, an octo-merman.

Jade and Floyd are Eel Mermen (predictably).

Kalim is a Genie that genuinely wants to help people and grant wishes but always winds up granting wishes that have unfortunate unforseen consequences.

Jamil is definitely a Naga, but he is the Naga that protects Kalim's lamp and treasure since Kalim is a Genie from a long line of powerful Genies.

I agree that Vil is a Peacock Harpy. He loves to preen and make a show of fanning out his tail-feathers, very proud and wickedly smart.

Neige is a mourning dove Harpy.

Rook is a Drider- spider centaur- specifically a Huntsman-Spider Drider who is a master of spinning web traps and even hunting down his prey, as Huntsman-spiders (usually the males) are voracious wandering predators. (I headcannon all Driders can spin webs)

Epel is a wood nymph, specifically of the Apple tree variety.

Idia is a Shinigami. Technically still a death-god and likely a high ranking death-god given he is already descendant of a high ranking family.

Ortho is also a Shinigami, he is still the little brother of Idia despite what happened to him, so I'm saying he is still a Shinigami.

Silver is a Cervitaur- a Deer centaur- and is just starting to get more prongs on his horns, which Lilia is absolutely thrilled with and often teases Silver about.

Lilia is a Bat Fae.

Malleus is Dragon Fae.

Sebek is a Raiju Fae.

Rollo is a Fire Nymph.

[sandyca5tle]

Domestic Shapeshifter

"Hi honey, I'm home!" I called, kicking the door shut behind me "I got the shopping too," I added, slightly adjusting my balance to accommodate the shifting weight of the several bags of groceries.

"You need a hand?" My partner asked playfully, appearing in the doorway, knowing full well what was coming.

I smiled back at her, as my arms began split, moving some of the bags onto the new hands that formed at the ends of the now lower pair of arms "Think I've got enough," I replied, having an easier time with the bags now that the weight was more spread out.

We moved to the kitchen and I plopped the bags down on the counter, my arms now all splitting again, becoming tendrils that quickly began to pick items out of the bag, raising them up in front of one of the many heads I'd now also grown to check where they went, before putting them in their respective places.

"I always love watching you work," Cherry remarked, a dopey loving smile on her face as she looked on, propping her head up with her arms, which in turn were on the island countertop beside her. I blushed on all my heads, momentarily stuttering in my movement, almost dropping something, which Cherry fortunately caught for me "You should be more careful~" She said teasingly, placing the item where it belonged

"Well if you didn't distract me I wouldn't have a problem!" I shot back, also playfully

"That sounds like a you problem~" She teased again "Anyways, speaking of work, how was your day?"

"Same old same old," I said as I finished putting the last of the shopping away, a tendril lingering on the island counter before my whole form twisted, shrinking and shifting towards the tendril, which quickly took on a feline form that shortly became my new shape "Got a little antsy staying in one shape the whole day, so managed to sneak off on my lunch break and fly around a little," I got a concerned look from Cherry as I finished saying that, so quickly added "Don't worry! I was careful! No one saw me!"

"You better have been! I don't want my partner getting captured and experimented on!" She said "You're too pretty to be locked up in a lab anyways," She added, returning to a more relaxed tone, running her hand through the fur on my back before scratching me behind the ears, a gesture I leaned my head into, gratefully purring

"Sweetie, I've been around long enough to know how to avoid being caught, the only people who get to know now are those I want to," I said, giving her an affectionate bonk with my head, before quickly shifting back into a more human form and kissing her on the lips, my tail wagging behind me as I held her tight

"Right," She said once we had separated "You go rest, I'm gonna get started on dinner,"

I smiled and gave her another kiss, this time on her forehead, before sliding off the counter, transforming into a bird and flying up the stairs and into my den.

While me and Cherry shared a room for sleeping together in and all that, I also had my own, well, 'den' which was basically a room filled with all manner of things for me to safely exert myself in more animalistic forms. At this moment I was mostly tired from the day, so half-shifted into a human form, creating what resembled a harpy, before wrapping my talons around the perch-swing hung from the ceiling, relaxing and gently rocking myself back and forwards on it, enjoying the air running through my feathers, occasionally stopping to do a little preening. The preening wasn't particularly necessary, dirt didn't really stick on me in the same way between different shapes, but sometimes I'd find something and the action itself was rather therapeutic.

It wasn't long before I heard the call from downstairs that dinner was ready and, after replying with a squawk, shifted into a rat, scurrying through a series of pipes we'd set up in the house, allowing me to arrive quickly at the dinner table, changing my body once more, my lower half being the body of a tiger, while my torso turned more human-like, before seating myself at the table, folding my paws under the table and myself. I smirked as Cherry brought our meals over, catching her glancing at my chest as she placed both the dishes on the table

"Not that I mind the view, but you might want to put something on, it's not exactly warm in the house at the moment, and if you drop any on yourself, well, better clothes than your bare skin, it's pretty hot," She remarked. I gave her another teasing smile, shifting my chest a little larger before a comfy sweater also formed around my upper half

"If you insist," I replied, noting a slight blush at the first part and a slight tell of disappointment as I covered up

"I still think that's cheating by the way, that you've never had to pay for clothes, or worry about sizing or fitting or anything," She said, accusatorily pointing a fork at me

"I don't see you complaining when I use it to make you clothes for free and that fit you exactly," I fired back. She shrugged

"I still had to do all that before I met you, so you're still cheating,"

"Do you want me go out and try on clothes or something?" I asked incredulously

She thought for a second "You know what, yes, we should go do some clothes shopping for you, so you've actually experienced it at least once in your life,"

"Why though?"

"It's a part of the human experience," I gave her another incredulous look, before gesturing at the distinctly non-human form I was currently in, even flashing my fangs at her "Ok, my bad, I know you're not human, but like, always better to learn more about us, will help you blend in or something,"

I rolled my eyes, seeing that I wasn't going to talk her out of this "Fine, we can go clothes shopping together,"

"Yaaay!" She grinned and clapped her hands, and I couldn't stop myself from smiling softly at her excitement and how pretty she was when she smiled

We continued to talk as we ate, and I helped her with washing up - our washing machine had broken recently so we had to do it by hand, or hands as I frequently contributed, although I was mostly on putting the dishes away, since, like the groceries, I could do that very quickly.

Once we'd packed everything away we headed to the living room - it was movie night after all - and I joined Cherry on the sofa, curled up in the form of a large fluffy dog, which she met gleefully and wrapped her arms around me, petting me softly as we debated over what we wanted to watch, some of her suggestions earning her a slobbery lick or two of protest. The rest of the night flew by as we watched the movies, swapping between being cuddled up and the both of us messing around with regards to the movie: me with some of the things in the movies, from people to animals to alien creatures, while Cherry explained some of the science or whatever other random, fascinating information she happened to have on the happenings of the movies, and sometimes she would help me work out how to mimic some of the more fantastical creatures the features showed us.

Once we were all done, we headed up to bed, and as we cuddled up, I took the form of a bear, wrapping myself around Cherry both to let her enjoy the fluffy fur as well as to keep her warm. We wished each other good night and gradually drifted off in each others embrace, my last thoughts being about how lucky I was to have such a wonderful partner with whom I could just simply be myself, whatever that looked like. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Tag List Below Cut (lmk if you wanna be added)

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[rowena-rain]

OK, so we all kinda joke about that "monster." In Harry Stomach, That jkr writes about to describe Harry's "Jealousy" when he sees Ginny kissing Dean (literally wanting to rip Dean's Throat out or something along the lines.)

(It's been a hot second since I've read that part.)

which I find interesting because I used to headcannon Harry as being bi, but ever since I read (hollowed-theory-hall) article on his Sexuality I can only ever see him as gay...headcanon what ever you want though Obviously.

(I highly recommend checking them out. I asked them the same question as I'm asking you)

But like it's also described as "swelling with pride" or "wanting to puff out its chest" or "Curling up in his stomach and purring in Content/Satisfaction"

Like, jkr be so fucking for real wtf 😐

BBUUUUUUTTT, hear me out......Dormant creature gene?

Like you can't tell me that it doesn't read as instincts or some shit without or even with context, or you can tell me it doesn't read that way. Your opinion is valid and something I value.

And if you are inclined to indulge me. What sort of creature gene do you believe he would have?

Dark fae? cù-sìth? Harpy? cat-sìth? Maybe Lord Moldy-Voldy gave Harry some varey mild Naga genes along with parseltongue.

Who "knows"..he...get it?..like "nose".....i'll see myself out now..🏃‍♀️‍➡️...like his nose....lol

Anyway, sorry for making this so long. Have a lovely day, stay safe and drink some water🥰

Interesting question! Okay, so disclaimer that creature fics aren’t really my thing, so I don’t personally head canon Harry this way. HOWEVER, what I am a big fan of is taking something that was OBVIOUSLY meant to be metaphorical--something where EVERYONE is going to be interpreting it metaphorically--and being like okay but what if it was literal and then doing a whole analysis on that. So, yeah, I’ll play along.

Ah, the infamous chest monster! What the hell was that, anyway?? Well… okay, so I was thinking the fact that, as you mentioned, the creature focuses on pride, jealousy, and possessiveness (and not, I might note, actual attraction or love) suggests that it would be a creature that was also associated with these emotions.

Now, like I said, I don’t really know creature stuff all that well, but when I originally read the books, I read the chest monster as kind of dragon-coded. You know, “roaring in triumph” and all that stuff. And dragons are associated with hoarding/possessiveness, so there’s that. We also know that Harry fought a Hungarian Horntail, the most dangerous dragon there is, when he was 14 and lived to tell the tale, which is pretty badass. BUT, at least in HP, I don’t know of any humans who take dragon-creature forms.

THEN I got to thinking, okay, what about another type of magical reptile? Specifically, a Basilisk. Now, we don’t know about human-Basilisk creatures, either, BUT there probably isn’t anyone (or hardly anyone) besides Harry that was bitten by a Basilisk and survived. I think Basilisks are pretty rare, anyway, seeing as breeding them basically requires human intervention (hatching a chicken egg under a toad) and was outlawed in medieval times. So, it’s reasonable to suppose that Basilisks have some traits that aren’t very well known.

Now, we know Harry has a piece of Voldemort’s soul in him, which also makes him magically unique. He is the only known human horcrux. And who created horcruxes? Herpo the Foul. And what else did Herpo the Foul create? The first Basilisk. Salazar Slytherin later used Herpo’s method to create Slytherin’s monster for the Chamber… And Voldemort later used Herpo’s method to create his horcruxes. We also know Tom/Voldemort is the Heir of Slytherin and thus the rightful master of the Basilisk in the Chamber. Which is also the Basilisk that bit Harry, of course.

So… what if Harry, as Voldemort’s horcrux, has something in him that was activated by the Basilisk venom? Thus, the “creature” kind of reflects Tom’s personality in a sort of primal way. It’s jealous, possessive, and prideful.

So why Ginny? (Particularly if you view Harry as gay -- personally I put him at about a Kinsey 5, but that's another post). Well… this is where it gets tricky. At the time when the Basilisk bit Harry, Tom had been possessing Ginny for almost a year, she opened the Chamber, etc. She also told Tom allllll about her crush on Harry and cemented herself as a potential mating rival.

The Basilisk-creature is jealous and possessive. But it doesn’t have agency on its own. So it drives Harry's jealousy to pull Ginny in. And then, if they actually have sex, it injects her with the Basilisk venom that lives in Harry’s body, and she dies. Probably anyone except the rightful master of Slytherin’s monster who has sex with Harry dies.

The End.

Ahhhhh so yeah, I wasn’t even trying to, but apparently everything I touch turns to Dark Tomarrymort… 💀💀 Sorry (not sorry)

[science-lings]

Batfam Monster Poll 5: Tim

*for the purposes of this au, we're just going to assume each creature has a 'human' form.

Part 1: Bruce (ends 3/31/2025)

Part 2: Dick (ends 4/1/2025)

Part 3: Jason (ends 4/2/2025)

Part 4: Cass (ends 4/3/2025)

Part 6: Steph (ends 4/5/2025)

Part 7: Damian (ends 4/6/2025)

Part 8: Duke (ends 4/7/2025)

More info and thoughts

Glossary-

Valravn-

They're basically just Griffins for Emos, instead of an eagle and a lion, it's a raven and a wolf. They actually start out as normal ravens that eat the dead body of someone important like a king and gain their intelligence through that. After that they can eat the heart of a child and become knights, they can also be described as restless souls seeking redemption. Now that I think about it, it's kinda Jason coded... oh well.

I actually liked this minifig version the most but the og poster on reddit is deleted so idk who make it.

Yatagarasu-

Really just a large crow with an extra leg. Physically not too impressive but the story behind it and my previous exposure to the concept put it on the list. It's a symbol of guidance that parallels Tim bringing batman back to the light after Jason's death. Tim specifically just has that corvid energy.

In ace attorney the Yatagarasu is a trio of a prosecutor, a defense attorney, and a police detective (symbolising the three legs) devoted to unearthing and revealing the truth in less than legal ways in a corrupt legal system and ultimately gets inherited by one teenage vigilante. The whole theme is of 'stealing the truth' which I feel like has Tim vibes.

More thoughts-

Just... weird little fae boy Tim, meant from the very beginning to be a 'replacement' for someone, whether that be the Drake's theoretical original child or Robin. he gets so good at avoiding telling the truth and hiding from the mortal eye. I also am thinking of the kind of fae adjacent creatures that live unseen in a house that come out at night to fuck around.

Also... we need to give this guy wings or feathers, he is the one that goes hardest with the bird part of Robin and I think we should embrace that.

[wolfwafflez]

Can I please.

Talk a little bit.

About...STELLA.

Or rather, Stella DEFENDERS. And how much they PISS. ME. OFF.

Now, before anyone's hackles get all raised, I wanna say. I like that Stella exists, in the story. I don't like HER, but she's an important character and it's good she's there.

HOWEVER.

You've probably seen how many so called fans absolutely loathe Viv over her characterization of Stella alone. I've seen people call her SEXIST over this, for fuck's sake. As if Stella is the first character ever of her kind. As if having such a female character is a COMPLETELY new concept, and a CRIME that Viv should never be forgiven for.

As if we needed another reminder that people are not familiar with media literacy at all. In the slightest.

Long story short, I got into an argument with someone who claimed that Viv "sucks at writing" because of how she did Stella. I asked them to elaborate. They went on to say that Stella's character is weak because she "is the way she is for no reason." They find the way she's written problematic, and in poor taste, because she was just meant to be a trophy wife for Stolas. She has no title (we don't know that) or powers of her own in the Goetia and was just married off to produce an egg. I in turn, said, "...yeah. That's called royalty. That was the life of most women born into royal hierarchy, title or not, for a very long time. And yes, most of the time it did turn them into bitter, nasty individuals. If you want a reason for why she is the way she is, then...I mean, it's not hard to understand." Of course, me saying it's not hard to understand is assuming someone has basic media literacy, and I guess that's my bad.

I also pointed out to this person, who kept saying Viv has made Stella a horrible manipulative harpy for no reason, that they speak as if Helluva Boss is over. It's clearly not. And Viv has said we will get Stella's backstory before too long. If they were making these kind of claims using Stella's WHOLE story, then I would have taken them more seriously, but as it is, it sounded like they just wanted to complain because Viv isn't writing Stella the way they think that she should. That's really what it pretty much always comes down to, isn't it? This whole thing started because someone else said, wouldn't it be nice if Stella was a NICE character instead? Why can't she just be NICE? Why can't she be sweet and fun and a good, supportive friend to Stolas? Why do they have to be enemies and blah blah blah blah.

Because stories need conflict, that's why. Because a lot of people really sympathize with Stella and I don't understand why?! Just because she's written as a mean woman?! It's almost like they don't remember, or don't even KNOW, that mean women exist in real life. Mean, nasty, horrible, manipulative women. A LOT of them. And they didn't have to be raised in a royal hierarchy and sold off into arranged marriage to be so. Viv is not sexist just because of Stella. She also does not "suck at writing" for having a character of this nature. I told this person as such and they said they still had a right to criticize her. It's like, of course you do. However, just saying someone "sucks" at something is not criticism, and just because you don't like the way someone is doing something in their story (especially if they haven't revealed the full thing), doesn't make it weak or problematic.

[kasagia]

In the last chapter of Right Hand, Feyd said he could just leave her behind and take other women without any problems if that's what she wanted; forced her into a confession; never confessed his own feelings; wants to kill people she was intimate with in the past, when he still has his harpies; his bullshit with Irulan; injected her with truth serum.... He basically treated her like a glorified concubine (the woman he supposedly loves) and her reaction is to act like a retarded school girl??? But my main question is: how does she not react about him saying that he could just leave her behind and have other women without any problems? He acts like he does not give a shit about her, only that he's mad that her attention is on others.

Dear Anonymous, thank you very much for your thoughts!

I'm going to play a bit of devil's advocate here and explain the actions of our boy and reader, so let's get started.

First of all, it is worth pointing out that the relationship between the reader and Feyd is not normal. They both have attraction towards each other, sexual desire, and so on. Of course, that's not all, because they feel something for each other: attachment (to some extent), admiration, respect, possessiveness (on both sides), and they like being close to each other. Nevertheless everything that happens between them is not healthy, sugary, or an example of how a relationship should be.

But back to the answer to the main question (how does she not react about him saying that he could just leave her behind and have other women without any problems? He acts like he does not give a shit about her, only that he's mad that her attention is on others.):

"(...) Is this what you want? For me to take another woman? For me to treat her the way I treat you? For me to leave you on this damn desert? Because I can, Y/N. I can fuck the other women, become emperor the easy way, and give you damn Arrakis, but you have to look me in the eyes and tell me that's what you really want."

Feyd doesn't say he wants to do that. He says he can if the reader wants to reject him or if she is sure she doesn't want him. (So technically, it is: I love you; you are important to me; I won't force you to do anything if you don't want to; but I won't be alone forever waiting for you to decide whether you want me or not.) And he asks such questions when she is under the influence of truth serum, because he knows that she will never admit to him what she really feels by herself and willingly.

Feyd has never loved anyone before; he has never had a normal relationship. That's why he resorts to what he knows: plotting, planning, and extracting the truth by force (poor Fevas). These are his ways. The boy here is just desperate. He must know the truth; he must find out whether the reader loves him or is just taking advantage of him, because temporarily it is convenient for her to be close to him.

And the reader understands that Feyd sees no other way, that he resorts to something like this to get the truth from her. Which doesn't change the fact that she's mad at him for it, but... the reader resists him for so long; everyone must have their moments of weakness, right? And Feyd proved in this chapter that he cares about this reader (not with words, but with actions; I will give examples later).

I think he is too harmed and guarded/self-protective to hover around the reader and shout that he loves her, to allow himself to be completely vulnerable with her, and to express his love and devotion in words. Therefore, Feyd's love language (here) is actions.

"You almost died." "You're exaggerating this. I thought you of all people won't be afraid of the sight of a little blood." You respond dismissively, which only makes his mood worse. (...) "I simply don't enjoy holding your almost lifeless body in my arms. I much prefer it when your heart beats strongly against your chest... like now."

Feyd, as we know him, does not hesitate to take someone's life; he likes to hurt people. But seeing the reader's blood? Having her bloos on his hands? Hold her as she fights death? It doesn't make him happy; hurting her isn't pleasant for him if... it's not intended to increase pleasure and sensations. (I think I wrote somewhere that the boy ordered to burn his clothes and hers from that day so that he wouldn't be reminded of it.)

"Don't kill him." You ask him, knowing full well that he will refuse. But despite everything, you cling to this stupid hope, not knowing why you care so much about keeping Fevas alive. "Why?" "Because I ask you. Please." For the first time, you look at him desperately, knowing full well that all you can do is beg him to change his mind. Because if Feyd Rautha Harkonnen decides that someone is going to die, then even the Grim Reaper won't be able to save the poor man from him.

Here. Fevas was… quite tortured by Feyd, but he kept him alive. He wouldn't listen to just anyone once he had decided something, but he made an exception for the reader.

"I am a Bene Gesserit. I don't love anyone." You answer coldly and without emotion. He stares at you for a moment before pushing you away from him. He no longer looks you in the eyes, though his eyes are still glued to your half-naked form. He stays in silent reverie for a moment, then breaks it with a bitter, hoarse laugh, shaking his head. "And I am a Harkonnen. We don't obey anyone." He growls impassively and pushes you away to get to the door. He returns to the party, closing the metal door behind him with a loud bang.

Our boy's black, rotten heart was slightly hurt here. Because how can his little witch say that? So, in an act of rebellion, he went to Irulan, knowing full well that it would hurt the reader as much as she hurt him. Yes, it's not healthy, but that's Feyd: If you hurt me and show me that you don't want me, I will go and show you that I am not a pathetic guy who is head over heels in love and that you have no control over me. (He failed miserably because, immediately after her leaving, he caught up with Fevas to find out the truth about his relationship with the reader.)

"The little witch shouldn't listen to this old man. The master likes the little witch very much. He threatened to kill us if we did anything to her." You frown at her sudden confession, but you don't question why she's doing it. You decide to brush it off. "I think we both know that he... likes to break his favourite toys only by himself." "But not a little witch. When the little witch was bleeding, the master became furious. The master almost killed his uncle when he ordered him to kill the little witch. The master watched over the little witch until the doctors said that the little witch would survive. And he told us to guard her door while he went away to kill the people who hurt her."

And the last one (because it's very late and I should go to sleep xD).

Would Feyd go against his uncle for anyone? NO. He wouldn't give a damn if his uncle told him to kill one of his harpies. He would just do it. But the reader? Fuck no.

Feyd still keeps the harpies close; it's true, but it's more out of sentiment. Because they were a little close to him, but now he spends nights and days with the reader, and since... he became a little close to her (*cough* trying to fuck her *cough*), he doesn't go to them and doesn't spend time with them. He treats them rather as... useful pets. Guard dogs.

To sum up, it may seem that Feyd doesn't give a damn about her, but to me, he must be so... conservative in showing his emotions. He will do it through small actions rather than words (which the reader notices; after all, she knows him best; they communicate without words).

He is extremely jealous of the reader, possessive and paranoid, because he is afraid that she will eventually run away from him, that she will get scared and leave him when he falls in love with her. He is afraid that he will give her everything he has; he will give her his heart on a platter only for her to trample on it, chew it up, and throw it away. So, he won't do it until he's 10000% sure that the reader really loves him and isn't going anywhere.

I hope you understand what I mean and what I wanted to show. 😅🙈

Thank you very much, anonymous, for your question and I'm sorry I wrote so much! Have a nice day/night! 😊🩵🖤🩵🖤🩵🖤🖤🩵🖤🖤🩵🖤🖤🩵🖤🖤🩵🖤🖤🩵🖤

[themsource]

I really like 7alt8! Do you have any other AUs?

Thank you! <3

Um, I have this one dumb AU that I haven't talked about based on the 'Better World' timeline mentioned in journal 3. Ford basically opens up an anomaly lab and university that he's headmaster of similar to the institute but more classroom and schooly and a lab more so on paperwork.

'Like a magic school but science! ...well, magic is simply science we don't understand yet, but you get the gist.' - An overenthusiastic Ford

He opened it to introduce anomalies to the world and to foster a system of integration between them and normal society if they wish (And so he can study everything to his hearts content without needing to hunt them down and instead have them come to him).

He never finished the portal and actually gave up on it and took Fiddleford's advice to publish his work just like in 'Better World', except he didn't hide his journals, he burned them willingly instead because he and Stan actually TALKED rather than fought when they met up again. What caused that change was because he actually had a decent amount of sleep beforehand and so was more alert and active in reacting to hearing about his brother 'eating his way out of a trunk' and all that other awful stuff (he used a timed cryo-pod to 'sleep' without worry of Bill hurting him physically or trying to mess with the portal after writing to Stan and waiting)

Stan actually helps Ford break free of Bill by pure dumb luck after being told about everything,

S: 'Getting possessed by math, only you poindexter. Always gotta know everythin'! And they say I'm the stubborn twin, when you're so hard headed your skull might as well be made of steel.'

F: '...steel? THAT'S IT! Stanley you're a genius!'

S: 'I know I am—wait, what?' ._.

What makes it really dumb is that everyone, literally everyone, is just going along with this awkwardly because no one stands a chance in front of Ford's blind ambition and determined obliviousness (he legit thinks everyone is as into this idea as he is which is SO not the case).

Had thought about calling the school 'The Gravity Falls Stranganomics and Unusuology Academy'. SUA for short XD

Imagine: A classroom filled with harpies on branches and mermaids in tanks and the two are side eyeing each other because it's a prey and predator locked together in a cage situation with a stressed out 'professor' (scientist) trying to mitigate, but immediately all go tense and cheek bitingly stiff as president/headmaster Ford enters the room.

F: 'Hello class! And how goes everyone's studies today?' P: 'It's going... swimmingly... Class, say hello to the... headmaster....' Class: 'Hello... headmaster...' F: 'Good good good, so proud of all of you for working so hard! I'm proud to announce plans for an upcoming dance (social experiment)! Doesn't that sound fun?' Class: ..... F: 'Now no one get too excited, there are still details to sort out such as inviting the students of Procrastiversity to join us, but meanwhile keep enjoying your education! I'll leave you to it!' Class: .... *Ford leaves* P: '....s-so... economy? Who'd like to come up and share... how their society er... clan, monetary systems works for the class?' Class: ....

Everyone but Ford: 'I hate it here.'

Just something I thought would be funny with random moments and not really a full on AU with a serious plot. One of the reasons I haven't shared anything on it till now.

Like...

Stan is the school's boxing coach/cafeteria chef (Ford had to think of something to keep his twin occupied [out of trouble] and Stan was too stunned by this whole thing and telling Ford how stupid it was—and being ignored for it—that he ended up not having a say in what he did really so got saddled with two roles lmao)

Mabel and Dipper are attending students for the summer semester (acting as 'control group A for anomaly and human coexistent interaction' according to Ford)

Soos and Wendy are Janitor/handyman and Librarian respectively (only because Stan asked them to be in order to help keep an eye on Ford, 'for when this whole thing goes belly up' - Stan)

Fiddleford actually makes up with Ford (after lots of groveling on Ford's part—and even now Ford tiptoes around fiddleford to avoid upsetting him, one glare is all it takes oof) and acts as the vice president

And any other gravity falls characters were all going to either be visitors (experiment observers) or attend/work at the school in some format, but I never got around to sorting that stuff out lol

Aside from this, no other AUs at the moment. Though I'm sure if I get more I'll at least share the ones I can form a solid story with like 7alt8 ^^

[crow-aeris]

So i’ve been thinking (shocking, really) about the world building for my reverse robins wingfic.

ike, sure, it’s a little fic and ppl prolly won’t notice, but i just cant help but speculate.

in this au, everyone is born with wings unless afflicted with a certain illness, disease, or genetic defect that leaves you with no avian traits (which is the excuse the kents use).

but how would having wings influence the infrastructure? well, i’m glad you asked! cities are more compact because there isn’t really as big a need for transportation unless you’re an aves that’s just not built for long-distance travels like various passeriformes birds.

planes still exist, but they’re utilized by the avians who aren’t able to fly long distances. avians who have wings like albatrosses or terns or other soaring birds would probably require licenses to do their annual migrations and travels- same applies to regualr migritory species like ducks and geese- where the instinct remains despite not needing to migrate.

of course, with the constant migration through countries, i think there would be more mixing of races and ethnicities especially within the migratory bird communities, so there would probably be less overall hostilities.

now, there will still be discriminatory and hateful ideals, and some are shown in my fics. For example, Gotham’s elites are mostly made up of raptors and birds of prey like eagles, kites, kestrels, hawks, falcons, ospreys, owls, etc- birds who actively hunt down mammalian or lizards for prey (in the real world i mean), that is because of displays of powers. Scavengers like condors, vultures, buzzards, are regarded lower on the social ladder but not as low as perching birds and song birds simply because of their ability to have sustained flight.

like i mentioned briefly, songbirds and perching birds (passerines) are regarded lowly in general due to their “weak demeanor” and overall flashiness, which gives them the reputation of being only suitable to work in brothels and such regardless of gender (but especially dudes where the aves species exhibits sexual dimorphism, eg. cardinals, peacocks, golden pheasants, etc.)

there are definitely some exceptions, being corvids. some cultures have corvids as villans, whereas others may portray corvids as intelligent and charming.

now, we arrive to genetics. im still not 100% sure how i want the phenotype of an avian to be passed down. so far, it’s mainly just sons are the same aves as their fathers (like thomas wayne, bruce, and damian are all harpy eagles, but martha wayne was a kingfisher and talia is an imperial eagle), but im not sure abt daughters. genetics is messy, but i think i’ve managed to sertle on a 50/50 chance of being born either the same aves as their mother, or their paternal grandmother. like if damian had been born with xx instead of xy chromosomes, then he’d either have been an imperial eagle like talia, or a kingfisher like martha wayne. intersex people exist too, and i think their wings would be a blend between both their mother and father’s.

now for the the supers and the other metas:

as mentioned previously, the kents claim that their adopted son had a genetic disorder that basically prevented him from growing wings (or just left him in a state similar to humans before they were all “cursed” by a diety to have wings, or whatever. in the dcu, that probably woulnd’t even be too far fetched), so clark lacked a major social component to his childhood. without wings and a tail, others would have a harder time reading his emotions, seeing as these appendages are crucial in nonverbal communication between avians, and that gives clark a leg up in reading other people, but having them not understanding what he’s thinking.

now with jon and kon, they have two VERY different situations. for jon, since his paternal side is wings-free, i just gave him lois’s ave- western kingbird- instead of making him no-winged. kon, on the other hand was a test-tube baby, so it was a toss-up on whether he’d get lex luthor’s purple martin wings, or clark’s no-wings since they’re both guys. I think kon would’ve enjoyed wings, so i gave him the purple martin wings. Plus, they’re pretty much invulnerable, and their wings are no different.

diana and the other ppl from themyscira wouldn’t have wings since they aren’t human, and same applies to the other jl members who aren’t humans.

on a wholly separate note: the lazarus pits. here, not only does it give you white streaks in your hair, it’ll bleach out your feathers. so liek if a peacock was thrown into the pit, not only would they die and come back manic, their feathers would make them look like piebald, or have different markings or white ticking.

anyways, that’s the end of my long post, and i hope yall enjoyed listening to me speculate and talk about birds and my silly little guys!!

[coolcoolcoolbutwtf]

Receptionist Danny working in the main Wayne lobby

First few days at the job site and Danny was already regretting getting this job.

Why?

Because this exact scenario had been repeated five times already just today. Not as persistent as THIS one though. God he is so tired of this bull. It got tiring after the third time now he's just tired and annoyed.

A bad combo considering Danny the "Town Menace Phantom" Fenton was beginning to lose the little patients he had left.

' just count down from ten like Jazz had taught me years ago'. Danny gave a sigh and kept repeating the mantra in his mind.

He has to stay strong he fought ghost for years! What is a few minutes worth of questions from a few eager journalist? He could handle Wes how could they be any worse?

Oh who was he kidding certainly not himself! Not after having suffered a day full of questions about shit he didn't know squat about.

This situation with this gender bent Wes was WORSE considering Danny couldn't just tell her to piss off. The others had just asked a few questions or had gotten turned down regarding questions. Not TO bad. He could handle it. He still kinda liked this job. Well, he likes the work benefits. It was the main reason he applied after all.

So give him some credit this was the sixth harpy "journalist" to come sniffing around after having gotten wind of a new employee in the main office. Though their sources must be bad. He was just a receptionist! Not the new head of the financing department or Bruce Wayne's new secretary, leave him alone!

He doesn't know what the company boss does??? Why ask him? How would lil' old receptionist Danny Fenton know!

Has he not suffered enough?? His suffering with this specific harpy had been going on for the past twenty five minutes.

"So, where does Bruce Wayne leave for during his meetings? A new woman? Man? Trouble in the family?"

Vicky Vale as she had introduced herself before had officially made Danny hear his last strained thread of patients fraying. He could only take so much before the menace in him gott done with this nonsense. Time for Ms Vale to go away, fuck off and not come back. Danny menace mode ON now.

Smiling the most customer service™ smile he could manage Danny responded in the flattest tone he was capable of.

"Well to fuck your mom of course, Ms Vale."

And of course at just the moment the older receptionist Ms Linda Smith that had been in charge of showing Danny the territory before retirement finally came back. With two coffee cups in her hands. She had taken off on her break the moment she spotted Ms Vale walking towards the front desk. She promised to grab him a coffee on her way back. Truly abandoning him to the wolves. Or wolf. She had bribed him and Danny hadn't even known what kind of suffering awaited him. Ms Linda had started speaking.

"Okay Danny no we don't---

Danny didn't know exactly what was up with the big boss and his family. Something was definitely up but he didn't think it was bad.

"And your dad, because we here at Wayne enterprises support the LBGTQIA community. Thank you and leave.

((((((((((((End )))))))))))) :)

Thank you for reading! I might do some more for this idea again. This is basically just the idea by @some-rotten-nest link below. I've had a similar idea about Danny being an evil assistant before. Not a receptionist though. It was fun writing this I keep thinking about all the interesting scenarios that could play out in this (Au?) Idea. Also I just wanted to test the waters. I've never written anything and actually posted it before. I hope this was okay. Um bye and have a good day oh am I kidding have a good night!

This idea is based on this https://www.tumblr.com/some-rotten-nest/725017913035276288/danny-fenton-a-new-receptionist-at-wayne by the amazing @some-rotten-nest ! I was just so inspired by it, all of my creative instincts were just itching to make something for this<3

>:D

[fanartandfanfiction]

HUMBLE

Charlastor fic, charliexalastor

Alastor greatly underestimates Charlie and he’s gonna get HUMBLED.

A bit more of a realistic take on the characters, with Charlie dealing with more issues than she lets on. A slow burn, with Alastor absolutely not handling and comprehending his feelings. AND I KNOW canonically Al is aroace but it’s fanfiction so he’s charliesexual. Also in this universe, Charlie and vaggie haven’t dated, and Charlie doesn’t know vaggie’s true feelings for her.

Chapter one: Picture Show Fiasco (basically the pilot from Al’s perspective, you can skip if you want)

Alastor was walking down the street and humming to himself when he noticed a crowd gathered in front of a window. As he got closer, he saw it was TELEVISION they were ogling at. He was about to keep walking when he saw what was happening. Princess Charlotte Morningstar was on the news and making an absolute fool of herself. This he had to see.

The bubbly blonde was dancing and singing about demons and rainbows, and it was absolutely hysterical! She finished her performance and was met with resounding laughter. The crowd in front of him was laughing too hard for him to properly hear, but the princess looked downhearted as that vicious harpie Katie Killjoy spoke. The crowd settled down enough just in time for him to see the princess glare and stand up in front of Katie.

“I have your PEN, BITCH!”

Alastor couldn’t contain his laughter. His menacing cackle sent the crowd scrambling. It was absolutely hysterical seeing the sweet little princess try to stand up to the news woman. Then the fight started.

He was puzzled as he watched it. She was Lucifer’s daughter, this shouldn’t be much of a fight at all! But she hardly used any of the power she possessed. Untapped potential…

As he continued his stroll, he overheard people talking about the news. “Can you believe it? That stupid bitch thinks we can actually be redeemed! At some stupid place called the happy hotel.”

“She’s so desperate to redeem people that she’s letting that porn star live there. Angel Dust ain’t ever gonna change. But she’s gullible.”

Alastor was struck with an idea. Yes, an EXCELLENT idea. He’d show up, offer his assistance, and gain her trust. Then he’d have a very powerful pawn.

As he approached the hotel, he saw the girl sitting outside with a mobile phone. He stayed hidden and listened in.

“Hey, mom. I know I keep calling and you must be busy... Really busy... But, um, the interview didn't go well, and... I don't know if I'm ever going to make a difference. I don't know what I'm doing. I could really use some advice, mom. I... I think dad was right about me... Ahah, oof. Eh, anyway... I'll stop talking before this gets long. Love you, bye…” She wiped tears from her face and went inside.

Daddy issues AND an absent mother? Why, the girl would be desperate for anyone to lean on! Might as well strike while the iron’s hot. He put on his most charming smile and knocked on the door.

The door opened slowly and he saw her eyes widen as she saw him. “Hel-“ SLAM! He blinked in confusion. The door opened again. “Lo-“ SLAM. That was rather rude. He could hear voices arguing inside, then the door opened slowly again. The poor girl was terrified. Clearly his reputation preceded him. “May I speak now?”

“Um…you may.” She squeaked out. Showtime!

“Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you, sweetheart! Quite a pleasure! He shook her hand and pulled her close, then let himself in.

“Excuse my sudden visit, but I saw your fiasco on the picture show, and I just couldn't resist! What a performance! Why, I haven't been that entertained since the stock market crash of 1929! Sooo many orphans…” he chuckled to himself.

Some freaky looking one-eyed girl shoved a spear towards him. “Stop right there, cabrón hijo de perra! I know your game and I'm not gonna let you hurt anyone here, you pompous cheesy talk show shitlord!”

How hilarious! She thought she could threaten him. He smirked and pushed her spear away. “My dear, if I wanted to hurt anyone here, I already would have.” He revealed more of his demonic form, intending to intimidate her. Unfortunately this was also scaring the girl he needed to win over. He returned to his regular form and smiled. “No, I’m here because I want to help!”

“Uuuh…what?” Charlie asked.

“Hello? Testing! Is this thing on?” He tapped his microphone.

“You want to help with what?”

“This ridiculous thing you’re trying to do! This hotel! I’d like to help you run it!”

“But…why?”

“Why does anyone do anything, dear? Boredom!”

Charlie looked at him suspiciously. “So does this mean you think demons can be redeemed?”

“Of course not! That's wacky nonsense! Redemption, oh the non-existent humanity! No, no, no, no. I don't think there's anything left that could save such loathsome sinners. The chance given was the life they lived before, the punishment is this! There is no undoing what is done!”

“So then why do you want to help me if you don’t believe in my cause?” She asked with wide eyes.

Time to crank up the charm. “Consider it an investment in ongoing entertainment for myself!” He grabbed her arm and pulled her close, twirling her around. “I want to watch the scum of the world struggle to climb up the hill of betterment only to repeatedly trip and tumble down to the fiery pit of failure!”

“Riiiiiight…” clearly she needed more convincing.

“Yes indeedy! I see big things coming your way, sweetheart! And who better to help you than I?” He put an arm around her waist and led her away from the angry looking moth girl. She seemed to be the rational one, and he couldn’t have that.

“Think of what I’m offering here, sweetheart. I’ve got connections, I’ve got cash, and I’ve got powerful magic! You and me, working together? Why, we could FILL this place with sinners!”

She still looked unsure. Unfortunately the moth girl realized he’d gotten her alone and dragged her away. “Charlie, we need to talk.”

The pair was having a heated discussion. He heard the grating sound of a straw sucking loudly. He looked for the source and found a lanky spider demon lounging on the couch. “So what’s your deal?”

“I’m sorry?” He asked.

“The reason you’re here. It sure as hell ain’t boredom. What are you gettin’ out of this? And don’t worry, I don’t actually give a shit about this place. I just live here for free.”

“Entertainment, pure and simple! I’m between projects and terribly bored.”

There was another loud slurping noise. “Why are you dressed like a strawberry pimp?”

Before he could answer, the little blonde stomped up to him with a determined look. “Ok, so Al. You’re sketchy as fuck and you clearly see what I’m trying to do here as a joke. But, I don't. I think everyone deserves a chance to prove they can be better. So, I'm taking your offer to help. On the condition that there be no...tricks or voodoo strings attached.”

Excellent. “Do we have a deal?” He grinned and twirled his microphone, and a green glow surrounded them.

“Nope! No shaking! No deals! I... hmm... As princess of Hell and heir to the throne, I, uh, hereby order that you help with this hotel. For as long as you desire. Um, does that sound fair?”

This was absolutely pathetic. He’d be able to play her like a piano. “Fair enough! So, where’s your staff?”

“Uuuuh…it’s just me and Vaggie…”

“Ohohoho, you’re gonna need more than that!” He walked over to the demon lounging on the couch. “And what can you do, my effeminate fellow?”

“I can suck your dick.” He smirked.

Alastor abhorred crass talk like that. “Ha! No. This won’t do. I suppose I can cash in on a couple of favors, liven this place up a little bit…”

He pulled Nifty, his chaotic little maid out of the fireplace. Sure, she was odd, but she was excellent at her job. Time to wrangle up a bartender! Husk was angry and aggressive, as per usual, but all it took was a bottle of cheap booze to turn his head.

“Uh-uh! No bars! No alcohol!” The moth girl shouted.

“SHUT UP! SHUT UP!” The spider demon ran to the bar. “We are KEEPING THIS!”

Charlie still looked unconvinced. Time to bring it home! Luckily, he also had a flare for theatrics. He distracted her long enough to shove the moth girl out of the way. He began singing.

“ You have a dream! You wish to tell!” He dressed her up in 1920s fashion and twirled her around. “ And it's just laughable! But, hey, kid, what the hell?” He tossed her into the air and caught her with ease, taking her hand. He was going to use his magic to make her dance, but it was unnecessary as she quickly caught up with him.

“ 'Cause you're one-of-a-kind! A charming demon belle! Now, let's give these burning fools a place to dwell! Take it, boys! ”

Shadow demons appeared from the floorboards and begin playing their instruments. The moth girl was trying in vain to get Charlie’s attention, but he had the girl wrapped around his finger with his song and dance. Truth be told, it was a nice change of pace to have a competent dance partner.

“Haha! Inside of every demon is a lost cause! But we'll dress 'em up for now, with just a smile! And we'll chlorinate this cesspool with some old redemption flair! And show these simpletons some proper class and style!”

He twirled Charlie in until they were nearly chest to chest and pinched her cheek. “Oh! Here below the ground, I'm sure your plan is sound! They'll spend a little time, down at this Hazbin Ho-“”

A loud crash shattered one of the walls of the hotel. There was a large warship floating outside with a snake demon at the helm. “Hah! Well, well, well. Look who it is harboring the striped freak! We meet yet again, Alastor!”

Who the hell was this? “Do I know you?”

“Yes! You do! And this time I have the element of SURPRISE!”

He didn’t have time to deal with incompetent wannabe overlords. He quickly summoned his tentacles and attacked the ship, destroying it and returning to normal in 15 seconds. He was quite proud of himself, but a quick glance to the side showed that the others were staring at him with shock and horror. “Well, I’m starved! Who wants some jambalaya? My mother taught me a WONDERFUL recipe!” He ushered the group back inside. He glanced up at the hideous sign for the happy hotel. No, that wouldn’t do. With a point of his microphone, the sign changed to Hazbin Hotel. Perfect!

[ask-postcrash-curly]

I’m Glad you liked my cats! Not that there was any doubt, hehe. Can confirm I have given them plenty of head pats for you.

Anyway, to answer your questions, I wrote them down so I’d remember - but, uh, yeah! I’m ‘non-human’! Cervitaur, specifically, as mentioned before… my drawings of myself weren’t *inaccurate* to how I look, y’know? I just mostly spoke of my eyes, because that’s just what people usually point out, the deer or ‘half n half’ aspects aren’t what’s strange in my world. Just another species.

Definitely not human though, I just *vaguely* resemble one.

And yeah, we’ve got way more than just humans ‘running’ earth. Uh, actually I think a good way to explain it is that ‘the oddessy’ and epic arent as fantastical to us as it is you. The thing that kinda makes it still feel that way here is the Greek god stuff since everyone’s got their own different beliefs and religions.

Like we have Cyclops, we’ve got Harpies- I actually have a friend who’s a harpy!!! - uh, fairies, goblins, mermaids and sirens, centaurs, Minotaurs, and other such… just a lotta sapient species! And humans, of course. my brothers half human, actually. Believe it or not. Hahah.

we definitely are much less uh….. I guess not as ‘advanced’ as you are in your universe. And I suppose I’m just a bit more fascinated by space and stuff cuz ive just never been, y’know? It’s a biiiig mystery. But I’m content staying where I am on Earth. My brothers really into space stuff, though. He does a lot of witchcraft stuff….

Oh! speaking of magic, yeah - magic is very much a thing here! haha. It’s just normal here so It’s a little funny seeing you treat it like it’s such a crazy concept. Though I can see why if you really don’t have any of that in your universe. Don’t even wanna think about such a thing! Haha. kidding. Sorta. It’s just strange to me…

But yeah it’s just something used, or even inherent in some species. Like, I said I’m fae, yeah? I mean that in magic’s just kind of inherent for me as opposed to being learnt, like what my dear borther is doing.

I’m not too well versed in it, I just use it for mostly stupid shit — One of my friends’ jackets now belong to me, thanks to it, heheh. (they didn’t mind too much, don’t worry. I’d never be that intentionally cruel. Besides they got back at me for it, anyway! All good fun.)

I do find it very interesting you don’t seem to have magic in your universe. That’s as baffling to me as it is for you to find out my universe doesn’t just have humans as sapient creatures. But it kinda just makes it more impressive with how uh, -I forgot the word again-, right, advanced! More impressive with how advanced you are. It’s also very cool that you got people all over the galaxy.

Not that magic really means inherent advancement- just makes a lot of things easier to do. It’s definitely helped me get out of a few uh, situations.

*you hear slight off-note humming as she briefly checks his notes.*

Oh, right. And the, uh, Death encounter. thing.

*You hear them clear their throat.*

…..

…Uh….. okay, I’ll talk a bit about it. but uh…. But I’ll say this:… cuz I think I gave sorta the wrong… impression? Which I can totally understand why, I was being very vague about it…. And… yeah. Uh,

*nervous finger drumming can be heard on what seems to be wood.*

But.. Ok. So, to clarify, I… wasn’t really made uncomfortable because of Death itself. er… themself?- I dunno. The uh, person. being.

It was more so just the situation I found myself in that I would even be able to encounter Death, y’know? I didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable or worry about the details cuz it was a little uh… well, nerve racking. Not very pleasant to remember to talk about. It was just a near death experience, basically. Hah. Literally…

but, uh, it was not Death themself that made me uncomfortable. Their presence just kinda made me realize the reality of the situation I was in that was, well. Deadly. I guess. See, I’m skimping on details again, hah. I suppose it does make me a bit uncomfortable to talk about?

But again, not because of the embodiment of Death itself. Believe it or not.

besides, They didn’t really.. do anything? I think? I don’t remember much from it. But clearly not threatening or outright cruel considering, well. I’m still alive arent I? …That’s sounded bad, sorry. You get the point.

But they definitely were not as uh, friendly or talkative as the Death here, though. She’s really nice. But I think in general shes very different than the one here. Death here seems very casual and chill, very empathetic. Just the Kinda person you can have a picnic or a midnight stroll with. Overall Comforting. It’s not too surprising she used to be a mortal. -If I can say that..

Not to say you can’t be like this and never were mortal but gods and general ‘higher beings’ are sorta known to be distant and more distinct from mortals, y’know.

My world’s death does not really give off those vibes. uh, at least from the brief few minutes or however long I encountered them for. they didn’t really talk to me. Or. Well, if they *did* then I don’t fully remember. But I get the impression mine wasn’t ever mortal? At least that’s what I’m assuming.

So I can’t really confirm nor deny whether or not they’re ‘kind’ or not - the encounter was that brief. I don’t ‘know’ them enough to have a grasp on what they’re like as a person, haha.

Um, but to give my Very Subjective perspective on of this, I don’t think my worlds Death is ‘Cruel’ or ‘Kind’, and more of just a force of nature doing its job, y’know? I’m sure they’re capable of either, everyone is, but overall they’re just death, right? And Death can mean different things to different people whether that’s comforting or terrifying.

And- Like, yeah, I’m still a little shaken from the whole ordeal but I’m not gonna pretend it was solely their fault. That’d just be rude. Only appeared because I was probably going to die, but just narrowly avoided it. And it was Just the Idea it was that close of a call that still kinda fucks with me.

….Uh, And I’ll admit I haven’t really talked about this with anyone before. Mostly just cuz I don’t think they’d really believe me and I don’t wanna have to explain how I even got in that situation to begin with. Or have anyone needlessly worry for me because it’s just a non issue at this point.

I appreciate the concern, though, I’m just uh. Not used to talking about this sort of stuff. It was nice, even if I was a bit nervous. Probably better for me anyway, not good to keep stuff like that just stirring around in your noggin like rat juice and just being stuck in your own head.

‘Sides, I’ve had a lot of stuff happen where I get hurt. It’s just something I’m used to, even if that’s probably not a very good thing. I’m just very accident prone and sometimes in the wrong place at the wrong time.

….Like, okay. I’ve been shot at before by archers. Dunno if they somehow mistook me for an actual deer or if it was just outright maliciousness, or what. but uh, yeah that’s a thing. Not fun. I did keep one of the smaller arrows though. Made a cool earring, haha. So I at least got that out of it. I generally know how to handle myself though, I swear.

Alright, I think that’s all… love ya Curl-man. Hugs!

They're adorable! Thank you.

Wow. See, I thought you were doing this thing that some humans do where they'll draw themselves looking differently than how they actually look. Like, uh, Possums isn't really a possum (I don't think?), but she always draws herself as one, and when she makes herself appear, that's what she is.

Huh. Wait, you have real cyclops... cyclopes...? I don't know, whatever the plural is. Does that make Poly, uh, Polyphemus's characterization insensitive? Harpies, fairies— Damn, wow. I never would've imagined.

Mm. I suppose you must not have had the climate disasters either, then, so that works out great.

I can't even conceptualize something like that. Again, wow. How does that jacket think work, exactly?

Hey, it took a long time for humans to get this far. But thanks!

...Got it. You definitely don't have to tell me about almost dying. That's not, uh, usually a fun topic for anyone, and I don't want you feeling uncomfortable. I get it.

Hah. That's a good way to describe her, yeah.

Just a force of nature doing its job... The Death here, she used to be like that too.

No, no, hey, it's okay. It's your business. If you want to talk about it I'm listening, but I won't pressure you, yeah?

Shot by archers? Jeez. Glad you made it through. Outright maliciousness... Does that happen a lot in your world?

Love ya. Mind hugs!

[moseslikellamas]

Ginny Weasley and the Year of healing

Chapter 14

Pairing is a mystery! Its also a mess so.

Summary - Frustrated with herself and everyone else Ginny attempts to delve further into her memories into to make sense of everything.

Warnings - depictions of depression

Word count - 2.3k

Harry apparated them to Grimmuald Place. It was either there or the burrow for access to the floo. Ginny was glad he hadn't taken them to the burrow, she didn't think she'd be able to leave. She also did not want to deal with Ron at the moment. She knew this night was nothing but trouble but she didn't expect him to blab all their business in front of half of the ministry. She could hear their mother now calling them irresponsible and immature. She dreaded reading the paper tomorrow. Kingsley's lackluster speech and George's trick might've been the front page news before but now there could be no doubt about what it would feature.

The two of them stood silently in the living room of the dark apartment. She'd been chewing her lips as she considered the outcome of tonight, her shoulder scrunched down anxiously. When she met Harry's eyes all she could see was how tired he looked. He seemed to unconsciously sway as he stood there basically asleep while standing.

"We need to go." Walking towards the fireplace she waited for him when he didn't follow. Looking back she saw him slumped against a large chair, watching her.

"I'm not going back tonight. Tell McGonagall I'll be back for classes."

She hesitated, staring at him with uncertainty. She almost contemplated hashing it out with him right there. But neither of them were in the right state for a serious conversation. But no matter how angry she was with him, she was concerned about his lack of sleep. "Get some sleep, Harry." He gave her a wane smile and she left in a flash of green.

***

McGonagall was not in her office when Ginny appeared. She paused for a moment trying to gather her thoughts. What her brother had accused Hermione of was disturbing and that was putting it lightly in her opinion. But Harry's reaction confused her. Why wouldn't he agree with Ron? Putting aside the fact that he'd shoved her, Harry should be upset that Hermione was sharing information about them with anyone. But he'd said Ron was stuck in the past instead. It vexed her.

She leaned against a table strewn with various magical instruments, some familiar, other bizarre and foreign. She kept turning her mind backwards through time, hoping to glean some information that would shed light on the fiasco tonight. But no matter how she looked at the situation she came up blank. Granted Ginny hadn't exactly been very alert over the summer. She was still trying to survive each day. Harry, Ron and Hermione had spent a lot more time together without her than with her.

Sighing she walked out of the office and down the stairs. The castle was quiet and still. The empty walls were unnerving and she felt the spirit at her side light up at her distress. It had been laying low as of late and at times she forgot about it. Such a curious creature and one so lovely. It was a glow of golden light swirling around her as she moved through the halls. It felt too nice for her. Her mind kept churning as she went and she planned to dive into her mind unaccompanied when she arrived at her destination. She wouldn't be venturing into any deep territory so she expected it to be fine.

She arrived in the common room to find it desolate, it must be rather late if not a soul was stirring. Inside her room she quickly shed her dress in favor of a pair of pajamas. The cheesy Holyhead Harpie logo made her crack a smile. She was fairly certain it was a knockoff version of the set. As the shirt was maroon rather than the traditional green. Ron had gotten them for her. His angry face flashed in her mind, his vehement warning ringing in her ears. She sighed not knowing what to believe.

Sitting cross legged on her bed she attempted to clear her mind and focus. She thought of the broken battlefield that housed all of her memories inside her head. But flashes of the night kept interrupting her making it impossible to even attempt finding the memories she wanted. She crossed the room to look out the window, no sign of dawn. Deciding quickly she threw on her shoes and strapped her wand on before pulling her cloak over her head. She was getting answers one way or another tonight.

***

In the dungeon Ginny didn't bother to attempt descending the staircase under the floor. It would take too long to locate and she didn't have the patience. Instead she sat on the floor by the window, the light of the full moon shone through the clouds in varying intervals. She took several deep breaths and thought of the sunlight shining through the leaves of the tree she and George sat under. She willed herself to feel the warmth of the light and sweet relief of the breeze. Her brother was beside her, guarding her back and keeping her safe. Calm at last she stepped inside her head.

It was dark. Much darker than when she was here with Nott. Most of the street lamps had flickered off and a few still flashed periodically. It was colder as well, she shivered in the blistering wind that perpetually blew. You're in your head. She reminded herself and conjured a thick jacket. She held her wand aloft and sent a ball of light up ahead of her lighting the way. She walked carefully, watching where she stepped and looking for traps. It began to snow.

Ginny tried to think of summer, tried to summon the image that had gotten her here. But the wind steadily grew stronger and fat flakes fell, accumulating at a rapid pace. Her attire shifted to thick arctic gear without her noticing. Summer Ginny. You need to see what Harry and Hermione were doing over the - The sound of ice cracking thundered around her. The sound was deep and chilling. The tip of her nose felt as if it might break off. It was hard to see as she walked, the air around her was a blur of white no matter how large a light she summoned. She settled on a lantern she hung from a walking stick.

She didn't understand where her mind was taking her. She had no more memories from Russia and she could not fathom where else she would have encountered snow like this. The sound of crushed and splinted ice echoed again. She could not pinpoint the direction of the source. Why couldn't she remember this? Venturing further she saw nothing but snow, no building appeared and she saw no one else. The ground beneath her was slick in places and more than once she had to pick herself up from a pile of snow.

She willed her environment to calm itself. This was her mind, she was in control. The wind continued to rage against her regardless. A flash of lightning lit up the black clouds above her. In the distance she saw it, a beast so tall it made her stumble back. She gasped quietly and watched as the polar bear crushed a glacier larger than the burrow with its paws. The night was dark again and she stood extremely still. A wizard's odds against a polar bear were not very good on the best of days and this one was larger than any she'd ever seen. It towered above her fifteen, twenty feet on its hind legs. It blended in with the snow perfectly. Another crack sounded in the darkness and she jumped.

When the lightning flashed this time, she screamed. The beast stood in front of her, its eyes staring with intelligence beyond its station. She was frozen in shock and fear. What could she do? Another boom erupted shaking the world around her. The bear stared into her eyes and another strike lit the sky. The vision was shattered by a loud voice cutting through the air.

"Ginerva."

Abruptly she was pulled back into the present confused and annoyed. "What? Can't you see I'm busy?"

She wanted to know more about the polar bear. Had she actually gone to the arctic? The resistance had always suspected a secret death eater base there but had no real evidence to support that hunch. It was neutral territory and they'd sworn to stay out of it unless strictly necessary. Had she gone on her own or been separated from her team?

"Consider yourself lucky, whatever you were messing with you better leave it alone for now." As he spoke she noticed his breath coming out in a puff of smoke. The room was ice cold. She shivered as she stood.

"Just as well. Couldn't find what I was looking for."

She wanted him to leave. She wanted to be alone with herself. Spend some time remembering all the moments she'd lost. It was obvious she would never get a handle on her life until she figured out her past. No matter how stormy or dangerous it was she had to continue on.

"I heard the gala was interesting." His face was set in that indifferent mask. She hated the sight of him. He felt as cold as the air around them, as sharp as the splintered ice in her head.

"Don't do this." Her voice was tired. "There's no need for us to pretend we care about each other."

She didn't want to play petty games with him anymore. She didn't want to bother with the effort of figuring him out. What would be the point? She hardly had herself figured out. And she'd been alerted to her lack of knowledge surrounding her friends so what was the chance she could unravel him? A stranger, troublemaker. Ginny just wanted something easy.

"Still sulking? Disappointing. You won't remember anything nice in that headspace." He tsk'd at her.

A faint irritation bubbled up in her. She wasn't sulking. She was understandably upset about her life being a revolving door of unpleasant revelations.

"Who says I want to remember anything nice? I'm sorting through the war. Little there could be classified as nice."

"And you're doing that alone? Last I checked you were too much of a coward to face it by yourself."

Her face screwed up in anger. It was none of his business anyway. "Things change." She said icily, standing stiffly.

"You haven't. Still hiding from everyone, even yourself."

"And you've got some sick fascination with watching me suffer! You don't have to be here. I don't want you here." She hissed, throwing her arms up before crossing them together tightly and glaring at him.

He was silent, brooding. The air was tense around them and it had begun to thaw. She was no longer shivering. His jaw was clenched tightly and she caught the sight of his fingers twitching. Then he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. It caught her off guard, it was such a casual gesture. It was completely at odds with the tension in the room. When he met her eyes his expression was less guarded.

"You don't have to suffer alone."

She tried to regard him honestly. There was no reason for him to come here except to check on her. They hadn't spoken since their last falling out. She didn't trust him. But who did she trust now? Her life was so small. And she could see the shadow of his private agony in his eyes again. A visage of pain so deep she knew it was in his bones, the same way it was in hers.

"You're the worst." It was a simple fact. "But turns out so is everyone else. Fuck it, care to pick up where we left off?"

"No way. You aren't delaying any longer. If we do this, we do it for real."

A bolt of fear ran through her at the prospect of touching the harder parts of the war. The memories she could recall on her periphery were bad, things she didn't want to think about. Like her scar and order failures. But there were worse things, things hidden so deeply she had no recollection of them. Like her absence after the war ended.

She swallowed thickly and nodded. The two of them descended to the room below. It felt like she was descending into the underworld, a place of shadow and sorrow. The spirit at her side lit back up brightly shining gold in the dark stairway. Once inside the room, Nott lit the fire and took his seat. Ginny took hers without hesitation.

"You need to know there are significant gaps in my memory. What you saw in my head is just the surface. Those are all memories I have a vague understanding of, some more obscure than others. The worst of it though is hidden somewhere deeper." She stared into the flames as she spoke, wishing she could swallow them and glow from the inside out. "I made it difficult to access any of them but if we want to visit the heart of the war, it may take us a while."

Nott looked calm, relaxed even. It was such a stark contrast to their earlier attitudes. Coming here was sacred in that sense. Here they were open, honest with each other to a certain extent.

"Start when ever you feel comfortable. What were you looking for earlier?"

Ginny avoided his eyes. She didn't want to explore the summer with him. It was too fresh. That was a personal matter she didn't want assistance with.

"Nothing worth sharing. I have a better idea." Her mind had turned back to the gala. To the unsettling feeling inspired by the minister's suit. "I believe I fought at a battle in the black lake. I can't remember it exactly. I can feel the kelp against my ankles and the burn of water in my lungs. A sense of murkiness."

She knew whatever happened there was not pleasant but she was burning with curiosity about the incident. She couldn't remember any grand or daring missions.

She took a deep breath and cleared her mind. Then she locked eyes with him and nodded.

[spectralstitions]

lil oc animatic :]

Okay, okay, so if you follow my private Twitter account I know I said I wasn't going to share this publicly BUT I remembered I have an oc blog and you know what, I figure the only people who are going to see this are the people who can handle my cringe anyways, so I made it an unlisted youtube video. I made this in 2 days and It's set to the tune of Harpy Hare by Yaelokre because sometimes I get to be a basic bitch, as a treat.

I planned some of the animatic visually in my head before I started but 99% of the frames ended up being stream of consciousness, just whatever I came up with in the moment. Including the designs for three characters! I knew that if i tried to plan literally anything I would have ended up not finishing or maybe not even starting this. I did still try my best to make it cohesive and I wanted it to be mostly understandable, but at the same time I know nobody knows my ocs the way I do so it's very possible this is just a mess to everyone who isn't me lol. But that's why i'm here to ramble on and on and on and on....... So first point of discussion! The two mystery characters in the beginning! I tried to make it clear in other parts of the animatic but those are Silas' and Finlay's parental figures, respectively.

The first character who appears is Faust. That was supposed to be a placeholder name but I can't get it out of my head so they are Faust now. They are Silas' caretaker and the person Silas' parents trusted to take care of him when they gave him up. Faust took Silas out of the desert (despite his many protests...) and raised him among mostly deerkin. Culture in the Southern Havens is very concerned with manners, fitting into norms, and being knowledgable about highly specific superstitions, among other things. So despite Silas' best efforts, he is literally fucking Blue, has horns, and is also neurodivergent, so he never stops feeling like an outcast. Plus, the forest roof is so thick that it's really hard to see the stars at night, which depresses him because in the desert the entire world looks like a night sky! Secretly Faust would like for Silas to think of them as a parental figure, but Silas never really does; he views them more like a permanent babysitter than anything. Faust is also perhaps overly gentle on Silas and though he will express that he wishes he got out more he can't bring himself to actually push him to do anything that makes him uncomfortable, partially out of affection for him and partially because he feels so guilty about bringing him to the forest in the first place.

The second character is Finlay's dad, who is... a character! You will notice that he is absent from 99% of the animatic, just like how he was absent from 99% of Finlay's life!

In many of the frames I was very intentional about the use of lighter and darker tones and there's no way I can talk about every instance in this post so, I guess pay attention to all that for symbolism! The one thing I will mention are Silas' eyes! Which become dark but gain brightness again when Finlay gives him hope for the future, and they stay bright even when he loses that dream because in place of romanticism he gains clarity.

Last couple of things to note before I move on!! For the parts with Faust and Finlay's dad, I designed the side decorations after the types of patterns that each culture that they're associated with (Southern Havens & the Farlands, respectively) tends towards! And, I also indicated time passing using both Silas' horns and Finlay's hood (it gains stitches as he gets older). Finlay's hood also symbolizes when he's hiding his true self vs when he's not >:) And actually I think we are now at the last point I wanna discuss so!! THIS GUY!!! THIS FELLA!!!!!!!! I'M REALLY REALLY HAPPY I MADE SOMETHING THAT ACTUALLY GIVES ME AN EXCUSE TO TALK ABOUT THEM!!!!! So get ready for a lore dump on this guy...

This is why animatics / comics are great for me because it forces me to actually design the characters I need to design LOL

OKAY! SO! In terms of direct relevance to the animatic, all that's important to know is that this is the spirit that haunts Finlay! Or at least, the one he believes is haunting him... he's not really sure anymore....

So let me explain the character's deal! Firstly, and this goes for pretty much any spirit, pronouns don't really matter, so anything is fine. I also haven't given them a name yet (rip), I need to figure out those naming conventions first. For now they're just Finlay's Spirit. This spirit's shtick is that they seek out those who have been (or feel as though they have been) "left behind" and offer them belonging and love in the form of.... weaving their souls into little stuffed dolls for their oh so beloved collection. According to the stories, their grounds are littered with shallow, hastily dug graves wherein they dump any remains of the body they deem disposable. When they pull their hood over their face, it disguises them as kinfolk, usually taking a form that represents whatever type of belonging the victim yearns for (for example, for Finlay it was a parental figure). When they approach someone they frame it as "come with me i'll give you a home :]" or possibly "let's make a deal :]" but if the person refuses they will drop the act and take their soul (or whatever it is that they want) by FORCE if ya know what I mean!!! (Which is actually not very common, even for evil spirits. They can usually respect no as an answer specifically because they make it so hard to do. Guess this guy REALLY likes their doll collection. There's only one real way to get away from them and it doesn't look like Finlay is gonna figure it out anytime soon...)

Design-wise! Their true body is obscured and amorphous. They cover themselves in stitched-together fabric scraps with only their face and seeming hundreds of arms/hands ever peeking out of the ensemble. Their fingers are sewing needles and they move very stiffly, almost as if they are moving at a lower frame rate than everything around them. (This remains as a subtle tell when they're disguised!) Their teeth are thin and pointy and stick out in such a way that their mouth almost appears sewn shut when closed.

Like just about any evil spirit they simply get pure joy out of tormenting poor kinfolk. So oftentimes, they will torment a victim for a very long time until the person has finally lost their hope and can be willingly taken. And then they get to remain as a sentient functionless doll and the spirit gets to revel in all their misery for the rest of eternity yayyyyy!!!!!! :]

Finlay has only had one verifiably real encounter with this spirit when he was a child wherein he refused it and it took after him as if to kill him. But it disappeared suddenly and Finlay has been terrified of it ever since because he knows it could be anywhere and anyone. I do want to make it clear that even though this character does physically exist and is a part of the narrative, they're also... kind of a symbol in themselves? Like, in a META sense, Finlay's trauma does not LITERALLY come from this spirit, but from what the spirit represents. Does that make any sense!!! In writing him it's a really careful balance for me to strike because I want everything to be grounded in reality but I also want that reality to be exaggerated for fantastical and storytelling purposes... ya know!!

Okay well!! That's everything I can think to talk about for now, but please feel free to ask if you have any questions about anything!!!! Because that would be fun!!!!! Until next time! :]

[azsazz]

Was cc3 THAT BAD 💀

I mean, no? I think that it read easier than the first two books, and there were a few moments that I enjoyed…but the longer it was the lower my rating went personally.

I don’t know why I can’t get on board! Probably because Bryce as a character does not resonate with me.

Gonna put some stuff under a cut while I rant just in case so beware, kinda major spoilers below

All of these thoughts are my personal opinions obviously and I’m not judging those who love the cc series :)

I think SJM tries to make Bryce relate to a younger audience so half of the things that Bryce says/does to me are so cringey. And this could just be because of the modern setting, which I also don’t love, but like come on.

But like. To have no one die? The classic main character death only to be brought to life in one page? Fucking played out, who wasn’t expecting it at this point.

For all of her friends to conveniently become heads of houses or primes or super important rulers right as they’re about to go to war? Totally not cheesy.

I do enjoy some of the characters for sure, which is why I write for them, it’s the story that I don’t care for.

Like fucking SPACE?! That literally ruined the entire book when I read that line I was so disappointed. They killed two asteri and there wasn’t any other way besides putting them into a black hole that could’ve saved anyone?

Anyone being able to wear Nestas Mask? And put it on and off with ease when she struggles to do so? That was annoying too.

The convenience of any solution to any problem in this book…like blows my mind. You spent 1200 pages creating this world and every solution is readily available? I can’t.

Why bring the Harpy back only to kill her off in two paragraphs? Why weren’t Fury and Juniper in the books more? What the fuck is sunball? Why did they leave Baxian babysitting Avallen even after the war is over?! Bryce basically said yup, it’s all done imma go disband the Fae and live my life you all can figure it out? She only goes back there when she hears the Pegasus’ are back? Poor baxian honestly.

I hate the technology. I rlly do. The mech-suits? Stupid. The omega-boats? Why are they called that? I didn’t see a purpose for half of the things it just seemed fillery to me.

And this all happens in the span of one week…yeah okay. It felt like Bryce was in that cave with az and nest for three weeks of my life.

I just think the book is unnecessarily long. SJM loves to repeat herself 7-8 times, same sentences verbatim (because there’s 800 characters we have to get on the same page). If she cut out repeating these long ass histories the book would be a third of the length it is now. And I loved KoA but that book had better thought and planning put into it.

Lol it’s 5am and I’m ranting about CC3 ☠️ okay I’m done for now ily 💙

[ominous-faechild]

I'm just thinking of Sun and Shadow right now and I--

(So there's an action fantasy contest about to happen on Tapas! I'm going to work on entering SaS!!! I'm super excited and am finally putting things together to enter it!)

To those uninformed: Sun and Shadow is a detective mystery fantasy story where Crow is the progeny of the city's most famous criminal detective, Grimnir! (And I do mean to emphasize criminal detective. Grimnir is known by all to commit crimes in his pursuit of the truth, but nobody has been able to prove it, or exactly which ones.)

The story centers on Freya Ula after she gets framed for a terrorist attack on the city's nobility. She goes to Grimnir to help clear her name, but instead gets his kid, Crow, who's a lot worse of a detective. It's constantly joked about how bad/unconventional Crow's methods are, haha. Like, they have a lot of skills! But they're sometimes in the wrong places, and they're constantly going about things in weird ways.

For example! Crow basically constantly insists on having Frey along with them as they're going about their detective work? Even though Frey should literally be in hiding because of the whole "most wanted for attacking the nobility" thing??? Like what in the world is up with that??? Super stupid, am I right?

But, of course, we all know the real reason they're doing that--because the story's about Frey and she needs to be around the action for it to happen, right?

Well, I mean, yes, but--

No!!! I decided on Crow's motives and settled on a final version of their character before I even did so for Frey! They have other, actual motives for bringing her along with them! While obviously it's important for the plot for them to be together, the first thing I did when coming up with the story was actually planning exactly why they stuck together and making it realistic/understandable.

It just amuses me because I so know that people will probably just be all "oh, no, yeah, it's just for plot" while I'm over here, vibrating, because I'm like: "oh, you WISH--"

(Love me Crow the cursed, our little harpy birbie who literally calls themself "crow" despite hating the fact that they're cursed into looking like one--)

(Plot twist: I say all of this ominously, but truth is, Crow just wants to stick around with Frey because they already have a crush on her. /j)

[octahedral-chaos]

I'm still absolutely loving Asterism Borealis so far!

I kinda want to hear more info about the intelligent species in this world. (What is their culture and customs like? What do they specialize in? Do they get along with the other species? Stuff like that).

If They is dead (since this is post canon), then who imprisoned Sonnet? Was it an elder who got upset with them, or is it something much more sinister...

Also, not to intrude personally, but have you started drafting it? (It's okay if you haven't! I'm just curious.)

Glad you love it! Unfortunately I'm still drafting stuff, but I might actually write the first chapter today.

For intelligent species, there's a few of them. There's humans, they pretty much remain almost unchanged from our world's history... just a tad bit more peaceful in modern times.

There's the several subspecies of elves, who are basically humanoid ungulates (Thought they were going to be in the same family as humans, didn't you? /pos) that are descendants of Chalicotheres. They're the only surviving member of that family AND they look very much like humans, except with pointy ears, hooves and maybe a short tail. They're a bit uncanny looking, resulting in them getting quite a bit of mistreatment from humans during the 1300s to 1900s, but they ended up getting rights during the 1940s, when the International Court of Sapient Species was established.

Due to this, elves are pretty much THE allies in this setting. They don't understand why humans judge each other so much, so they try to help the underdogs in any way they could. There's several subspecies, which are Boreal, Woodlands, Pairie, Desert and Dwarf, going from North to South. They live in Eurasia, America and Africa during the Early years, but now with international travel being a thing, they live everywhere.

Then there's the mousefolk, who are literally 3-4 feet tall rodent people, and they usually appear similar to jerboas, although there are some exceptions across ethnic groups. They are pretty much nomadic and live in deserts, but European colonisers were pretty terrible to them too. But! They're still a proud species who love music and theatre.

There's also harpies (Derived Non-Avian dinosaurs that are somewhat closely related to Dromaeosaurus), centaurs (Some kind of close relative to elves, perhaps? Or maybe they're a weird type of Pterosaur?), fairies (Basically moth/ butterfly people. Literally looks like anthromorphic moths), merfolk (Derived from a species of fish similar to Epaulette sharks!), orcs (Similar to elves in that they came from an ungulate ancestor, most likely pigs or Entelodontidae) and Cynocephalus (Mesonychids!), but they're all background races and I may or may not try to expand on them later.

Oh and there's the starfolks... but we know some things about them...

Sonnet is actually much, MUCH older than you think. In starfolk terminology, there's three distinct "Age ranges" of starfolks: Third generation, Second generation and First generation, in the order of oldest to youngest. Sonnet is a Third Generation starfolk, meaning that they're around the same age as Edda and Aven, if not slightly younger. They were around when TOFA still existed. And they did get punished by Them due to the accidental killing of their fellow starfolk.