#beastskin

[granjagranja2]

There's a lot of fanart about Ren needing therapy.

But i don't think it's that easy

It's not like you can go to a psychologist and say you survived human trafficking because you're a beast skin like it's nothing.

Who knows what they'd do to him.

But even if he went to Ellen (Till Death Do Us Part) i don't think the things wouldn't get better

[killianhemlock]

I finished reading dungeon meshi under 42 hours, I apologize for the abundance of dunmeshi posts for the foreseeable future.

[dunmeshistash]

大猫(big cat) is literally just a giant cat! (Like absurdly large, although how large depends on the folklore.) It's not really massive like any irl big cats, but is almost 1 meter long and similar size to a little kid, which I can see where this comes to play to Izutsumi's origin. (Since beastskins, the animal of choice needs to be of similar size to the human, right?)

Here's the wiki page! The picture provided even has a black an white cat like Izutsumi!

https://ja.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E5%A4%A7%E7%8C%AB

ooh that's fun

The one that shows up in the succubus chapter looks more like a panther

Pretty big

[heavyisthecrownif]

Hi! Very random question, but for the beastskins, will we be able to pick the animal? Cause even if the MC is only half whatever being we chose, I assume different animal beastskins would result in different appeareances?

Also, if we get to pick, is the seal (or seal adjascent animals) an option? Cause I need more selkie characters in fiction! And if we get to pick but seals are not an option, what are the animals you're planning to include?

Hi! Thanks for the question.

It's not exactly the question but it serves me to explain a bit of how the beastkin work that I didn't know where to put in the demo.

Instead of choosing a specific animal, the beastkin can transform or "borrow" abilities from animal families, that is, taking as an example the first type of beastkin that will be present in the game, Crown is not limited to only be a coyotekin or wolfkin but they would be a caninkin, that is, it can be any of the animals within the animal family, whether wolves, coyotes, foxes, dingoes, jackals or even tanukis.

I hope it's understood but if not let me know and I'll clarify it better!

And of course I will add selkies in future updates, along with bearkin and maybe mustelids, I don't know, it's a possibility.

Also, I think it's important to mention that no matter what bloodline you choose for your Crown, they usually looks like a normal human being for the most part, the notion of their mixed bloodline is more of an intangible thing than a physical thing, under normal circumstances.

[mustystrade]

Out of curiosity, is Ren the only BeastSkin that Strade has kidnapped or have there been others?

there have been others! One of those being your mother a rare beluga beastkin.. !!

[the-wardens-torch]

FFXIVwrite2024: Hackneyed

Prompt #18, Entry #8

Masterpost

((Fal is a LTW specialist, and one of his fortes is making really cool abstract art pieces with leftover bits of leather. Some become useful things like book bindings, weapon sheaths, jewelry, etc. Some of them are just neat artsy things to look at. But they're always eclectic. Also Geva is the head of the LTW guild, if you're not familiar with crafter quests.))

"I'm not sure what you're going to do with all these odd little bits and bobs, Fal." T'Majaan leaned over to set a large basket of irregularly shaped leather scraps down on Fal's home workstation. As he straightened his back again, he caught a glimpse of the space underneath the station… which already had several similar baskets of scraps shoved under it, barely leaving any legroom for the Hyur to practice his leatherwork.

Fal paused awkwardly for a moment, noticing Maj's surreptitious glance before sitting down at the workstation. "Uhh, if I'm being honest I'm not sure what I'm going to do with them, it just… seems like a waste to throw them out." he said, imperceptibly nudging one of the other baskets with the tip of his foot. "Just the same, thanks for saving them for me."

Maj sighed, crossed his arms, and gave a rather paternal shake of the head.

"Its definitely true that the leatherworker abhors waste, but even that damned harpy Geva would throw these away." Maj picked up a bit of sickly orange ziz leather between two fingers to illustrate his point.

"Most of them are too small even to patch a hole in a shoe. Plus, there's at least one score of creature's worth in here if there's a one, and you can't sew a piece of cloudkin leather to a piece of beastskin leather to a piece of gods-know-what leather and expect something to be durable enough for footwear or comfortable enough for clothing."

"…Who said I'm making those things?" Fal said, flashing a smarmy grin.

"I thought you said you didn't know wha…" Maj interrupted himself to wave one hand. Despite his tone and body language, the smirk on Maj's face conveyed that he was more amused this little proclivity of Fal's than he was put off by it.

"You know, nevermind. Just be sure to show me if you pull of anything miraculous, okay? You've really got me curious."

"Promise that if I do I'll be sure to call it 'The Benevolence of T'majaan Tia' then." Fal quipped.

"Hah, then we can both rub it in Geva's face. But if you'll excuse me, I have some monetarists to speak with and I don't want to keep them waiting because odds are they'd find some way to charge me for it."

Fal stood up and hugged the smaller man, and the two patted each other on the back amiably before Maj left through the front door.

Fal dumped the scraps on his workstation desk and sat there staring at them for a few minutes, before moving a few of them this way and that as if playing with game pieces. After a time he had perhaps two dozen that he had arbitrarily singled out, shoving the rest to the side.

They were a very incongruous bunch. …It wasn't the first time he'd done this. He was beginning to think he just liked looking at them for some reason that was utterly beyond him. And looking was usually all he did before just putting everything back in the basket and shoving it under the desk again.

Maj wasn't wrong… What in the seven hells was he going to do with these? He had wanted to say something like "I was a cast-off scrap myself and you took an interest in me" or "we have to honor the animals that died for these" or "I grew up poor, can you blame me for not wanting to waste things?" to make Maj believe he was pursuing some sort of noble cause, but they seemed like such hackneyed excuses. Heroic notions to justify hoarder tendencies.

He stared hard at the few pieces he's chosen, asking himself why he was so drawn to them. The circle of Smilodon leather that was a particularly rich shade of honey brown, the zigzagging strip of Titanoboa leather happened to be snake-shaped, the bit of chimera leather that had an interesting scar on it, the reasons were as diverse as the pieces themselves. And the ways they could fit together seemed infinite. Angular pieces crossed and parallelled one another and radiated into arcanima-esque sunbursts, curved pieces moved fluidly along with one another like ripples on a pond. Here bright Turali colors, there Gridanian earthtones.

Pushing aside all notions of "usefulness," he began to sew.

((Ugh. this one seems dull and forced and probably has errors… but it is inspired by me and my collection of feathers, bones, shells, rocks and other nature garbage that I keep saying I'll make something with and never do, so make of it what you will.))

[sxnburst]

@stellarsurfer

"He's with me." Sun says when he noticed the merfolk being surrounded by his allied people. Sun didn't really care much for his kingdom, really. He was his own person, but the one good thing about being a part of a kingdom was this. He can help others get out of sticky situations they managed to unfortunately put themselves in.

After a few words are exchanged, Sun turns on his heels and his monkey tail wrap around the boy's wrist. "Don't look back. Follow me close." The monkey beastskin can tell that eyes are still on them. He doesn't say anything more. Not until at least they are finally away from prying eyes.

"Were you trying to get caught?"

[i-choose-you-cyndaquil]

Maybe it reaches its peak after coming home from one of her excursions.

She returned early as a surprise, but as she's walking inside the home they built for themselves, she just sort of realizes that while it's teaming with life and personality, not much of it was her direct contribution.

Chilchuck's preferred wines and ales line their shelves, with a few clearly opened and used.

Dark beastskin fur is scattered over furniture and blankets, most notably and upsettingly on the elf's own bed.

Exotic foods and spices can be found in the kitchen, along with a lovingly crafted cookbook.

Even Marcille's treasured bookshelf is lined and scattered with various monster books, ranging from the most well-known to the most obscure.

Looking at the photos lining the walls, Falin knows she shouldn't be so upset, but this is supposed to be her den. The home she shares with the half-elf, away from the rest of the party.

Why are they so insistent on intruding on what's not theirs?

Don't know why, but I just need Falin to be the jealous/possessive type. Even before the dragon/chimera merge.

Like, okay, she was suffering fine with loving the half-elf from afar, but after everything that happened? Yeah, she's done being so passive about it

[daxned]

FANTASIA WAR INFO

A beastskin and while people perceive her has allied to a kingdom of Airaisal, she ventures alone. She struggles to trust anyone.

Things to note:

Dam-bi has strange veiney-like markings across her cheeks below her eyes. Eyes are a green shaded color and they are very feline-like as well.

Dam-bi's nails are sharp like claws. They are like that of bear claws. Fingers are pitch black in shade though. They are deadly when one get slashed by them.

Her teeth are rather sharp as well, as they are like that of wolves.

Abilities:

Defensive - Healing, Restore, and Awaken

Offensive - Fire, Eclipse, Lightning

Status affliction - Poison, Disease, Paralysis, Silence, Charm

Utilitarian - Levitate, invisibility, light

[madamhatter]

Hey, is this food up for grabs? 'Cause, yoink! It is now! "Could this be anymore bland?"

Already were the hatmaker's hands attempting to undo the thieving cat's work. No passionate ire originates from Sophie as she speaks candidly, "Well, the person who ordered it must have wanted it that way," as it was quite pointed and annoyed to some degree.

"Miss Izutsumi, the customer whose name was on that order is across the way; he sees you," warns Sophie. "Why else would that man be staring at you with all the thoughts of plucking every hair on your tail and ears, one by one?"

"Stop eating it." In public, the eldest daughter resigns herself, carefully holding a presence. To avoid attention and avoid disruption, her methods were to hide and disappear from the common eye, never to be noticed. However, she was still quite adamant about avoiding and developing larger problems -- the beastskin being one who'd make it and not care. "Stop it."

[granjagranja2]

[crests-playground]

"So, is everything ready?" The newcomer asked, stepping into the light and revealing themselves to be a 5' 9" human male, with raven-black hair and peircing golden eyes. This was Sigurd Beastskin, a fiercesome shape-shifter and extremely powerful, and dangerous, Dark magic user.

Open Starter: Brothel Trap!

Mika hesitated as she followed the owner of the mysterious brothel into the dimly lit room, her fingers tightening around the grip of her magical pistol. "I'm just here for a bit of fun, nothing more," she repeated, trying to convince herself as much as the madam.

The madam's chuckle sent shivers down Mika's spine. "Oh, my dear Mika, but we both know that's not entirely true," she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement and something darker. "In this establishment, we specialize in uncovering desires you never knew you had."

Before Mika could protest, the madam stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous allure. "You're curious, aren't you?" she purred, her words wrapping around Mika like a seductive spell. "And once you've experienced what we offer, there's no turning back."

Mika felt a chill run down her spine, a mixture of curiosity and apprehension swirling in her mind. Before she could gather her thoughts, the madam's hand shot out, faster than lightning, and Mika found herself bound to the bed, her limbs ensnared by ropes woven with magic.

Panic surged through Mika's veins as she struggled against her bonds, but they held firm, the magical enchantments rendering her powerless. "What are you doing?" she demanded, her voice laced with fear.

The madam's smirk only widened as she circled the bed, her gaze predatory. "Preparing you for your next customer, my dear," she replied smoothly, her tone sending a shiver down Mika's spine. "You see, in this establishment, we cater to all manner of desires, and your compliance is non-negotiable."

Mika's heart pounded in her chest as the reality of her situation sunk in. Trapped and at the mercy of the madam's whims, she could only watch helplessly as the madam began to prepare her for what was to come. With each passing moment, Mika's resistance crumbled, her mind clouded by a potent combination of fear and arousal. And as the door to the room swung open, revealing the silhouette of her next customer, Mika knew that there was no escape from the twisted web she had been ensnared in.

[spanky606]

I Need This Hat!!! @Regrann from @ib3ast_hats - HowWeFeeling!!!... #NewEra #atlanta #braves #mlb #goldB3ast #beastSkin #59Fifty #outbackbeasting - #regrann

[zeitghaest]

some dnd doodles... katarine getting a beastskin graft from a lich (top) & dread and jace getting a little distracted immediately after discorporating strahd von zarovich (bottom)

[daxned]

"I know the kind of person you are. I wouldn't ask you to do something I didn't think you'd be capable of doing." Like taking someone's life! Not that Dam-bi had anyone in mind to get rid of anyway.

Now that they're out of sight and into the deeper parts of the forest, the beastskin flips her hair with her hand. "You can get off now. Those people won't come out here. It's too deep in the forest and they're cowards."

Never one to be nice with her words.

"Since you agreed to be indebted to me," And she's not even going to change the wording, "I'll let you know when I'll need you."

✦✧ Dam-bi wasn't very good at receiving compliments, huh? Well it wasn't like this was the first time and it wouldn't be the last. But she wouldn't be able to just brush them off forever! Coco quietly resolved to get her to take one... someday. It really was like dealing with a second Agott. If the real one ever came to this city she'd certainly be overwhelmed.

"You just wanted me... indebted to you?" Was that really all it was? She supposed it made sense, but seeing as she was so small at present she couldn't imagine what sort of favour the beastkin would have wanted to extort out of a sylph. "You don't need to word it like that. Of course if someone does something for me I'll return the favour."

"But that doesn't mean you'll be able to make me do something bad." Her arms were crossed rebelliously while sitting on the beastkin's shoulder. Just in case Dam-bi thought she could ask her to steal or something.