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[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

[majimirai]

kitty cat

[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

[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?"

[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."

[spanky606]

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

[granjagranja2]

[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)

[kemafili]

laius first thought after lycion tried to kill him as a beastskin, this guy fell for him

[constellaris-a]

Hello, um I am mobile and would like to read rules and see your characters :)

i don’t know if either of my muse pages work for mobile, since 90% of my blog is heavily coded, but let me copypaste my rules here for you at the very least ♥

Core

Mutual exclusive / private - will not roleplay with others unless mutually following.

Does not send in passwords, nor ask for them.

Does not participate in “reblog karma”

Will not rp any form of NSFW content with those under 18

Is open to both canon characters & ocs. self-inserts are a rarity

Will not rp any form of toxic relationships

Will not get involved in drama (or at least attempt not to)

Need something tagged? Just let me know.

If you have ever participated in cis/het/lgbtq+ bashing get the fuck away from me right now. do not follow me. do not attempt to interact with me.

I would highly appreciate if any of the following content could be tagged:   inflation / extreme obesity , noncon / dubcon , detailed / shown blood ,   toxic relationships , tentacle sex , vore , gore , watersports

Roleplays

All canon characters are basically canon-divergent. I try to keep reference to as much source material as i can, but no one is perfect.

It is less likely I will respond to one-line replies/starters due to lack of ability to form proper replies.

Due to personal reasons, angst is something I personally must be very cautious in writing. I will be very, very selective on who I choose to write it with.

I will not roleplay: blood-related incest, tentacle sex, noncon/dubcon, any form of domestic violence/abuse, beastiality (beastskin and demons are fine, feel free to ask me if you are uncertain), anything involving underaged characters, watersports, scat, vore, inflation

I am okay with pre-established relationships and other such things, though I prefer we talk it out first.

I am not comfortable with my muses requiring to share a chosen partner in any verse. All relationships/sexual encounters are kept separate from one another to avoid any chance of ���cheating” happening.

Other

I am not the best at keeping up contact with people. I’m trying to work on it, but please be patient. Please do not send me constant messages trying to get my attention.

I will not always be able to reply to everything, nor will I always receive asks. Tumblr can eat them from time to time.

Yes, there are times I will be more selective of who/what I respond to. I’m human. No one can say they’ve never done this. I do usually get around to things eventually.

I am Australian, therefore my timezone is most likely drastically different to yours. Please keep this in mind.

I will not roleplay with certain fandoms in any respect or really want anything to do with blogs involving them in any way. These fandoms are: Dramatical Murder, Dragon Ball Z, One Piece, Smash Bros, Undertale/Deltarune. If you’re unsure if your fandom may be one I prefer to stay away from, feel free to ask.

[sebastianshaw]

♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye

“Let’s make something perfectly clear, Tess Cognac McKay the Woolf,” Shaw said, gripping the jaw of the woman in the Hellfire Club foyer as she attempted to stalk out after some kind of witty, threatening one-liner, “You think you can do these things, say these things, because of your mutation. You believe you are protected from mine, because the only thing I can use it against you for is to cause pain, triggering your own and all the property damage that comes with it. Let me remind you that I am, as you never cease pointing out, a rich old white man. And that involves a power that your teeth and claws and beastskin have nothing against. I can have your job. And ensure you never get another one in this city. In this state. In this country. No blacklist is beyond my power to add your name to, no company or co-op or mutant teen shelter too small for me to find and make a phone call to, no underground under-the-table operation too shady for me to bring to light and cast you out of. And it doesn’t end there. Your credit cards, your insurance, your apartment, and your ability to ever get others---all these, I can dissipate like a candle flame between my wetted fingertips. You know this to be true. You have witnessed only but the smallest fraction of my power in this way before, and you remember how it shocked you what all one man could do from his desk despite having always been claiming the state of the world was due to men like me running it just like they always told you at your little liberal colleges.  Well, I do run the world, Tess McKay. And you have to live in it. Just because you get to play dinosaur when you get hurt, doesn’t mean you don’t have bills to pay like the rest of us. And I don’t need to murder you to take your life.  Remember that.”