#genderbent unknown

[textingtroublesanswers]

It seems so! Though from what I understand it's not as strong as from an animal or human source, so you end up needing more plant matter and to do more refinement, but people will still grow these hybrid healing plants at home for minor injuries and wounds. I've heard of people growing a variety hybridized with mint since it's very hardy and easy to spread. It just can be a little difficult to get your hands on one of these plants in my time. You either get ones that are more difficult to keep alive but do a better job of healing or you get hardier plants but the healing factor isn't as strong.

Though before all the science was going towards the... whole.... parasite... thing... I'd heard they were trying to see if they could use mushrooms too, seeing as the healing factor seemed to mess with the chlorophyll of plants, but if they can get it to work with mushrooms there's no chlorophyll to effect!

Maybe looking into either avenue could be beneficial!

-🦖

(I love science fiction, I love theoretical science, I love science that may someday become reality, I love youuuuu。･:*:･(✿◕3◕)❤)

Mod B: I'm not a huge fan of sci-fi, especially sci-fi that takes place in space or on other plants, but man do I adore some speculative biology!

Ludwig watches you carefully as you talk, nodding along in certain moments, "Mhm, I see. That is all very fascinating. I will have to look into this myself, maybe I'll manage to start the research process for such plants earlier in this timeline than in your original one. I will have to bring back one of these plants with me when we go to the future." He bounces Maria on his knee a bit, looking around himself for something to write on.

[huldrabitch]

A doodled idea of how The Barista might look based on our relatives appearance and color-scheme!

I probably used a reference but its been years since i drew this so i dont have the file anymore!

[ithacas-prince]

“Give me sirens and a cyclops!”

Telemachus, the prince of Ithaca. Parents are Queen Penelope and King Odysseus. also a great-great-grandson of Hermes, and a grandson of a naiad.

No need to inform me of affairs, for I am well-versed in the matters at hand.

The goddess Athena is my benefactor. In days past, she took on the guise of Mentor and urged me to embark upon a voyage in search of my father. Though my quest bore no fruit, I believe we would have become steadfast companions.

(PFP BY sloanslone | banner by jarondont)

death count: 1

kill count: 109

I seek knowledge of my father Odysseus's fate. When I inquired of Menelaus, he recounted a vision revealed by the sea-god Proteus, declaring that my father is marooned and ensnared upon the island of Calypso.

My inclinations are yet unknown to me. (He’s bisexual.) I find joy in music, my lyre, and the companionship of my faithful dog Argos. However, I harbor great disdain for the suitors, for they seek to win the favor of my mother, which I find most vexing.

I yearn for the company of my kin, to partake in the simple joys of life as any mortal might. Yet, alas, I find it difficult to embrace normalcy, for I am bound by blood to a certain messenger god. His whims and tasks often draw me into the realm of the extraordinary, making it nigh impossible to dwell in the comforts of the ordinary.

hi, mod here.. WHAT THE FUCK IS HE SAYING??

appearance: curly raven black hair, dark aquamarine green eyes, pointy ears (which turn into naiad ears in the water, cough) fair skin, freckles, he towers EVERYONE mf is 6'3 help this man, very attractive (unknowingly blessed with beauty by…..???)

voice claim: zagreus from hades

personality: chaotic but mainly calm at times, caring, sometimes an idiot, impulsive, strategic, loyal. he has ADHD, btw. low self esteem issues.

skills: archery, running, swimming, swordsmanship, disarmament, wielding daggers, fighting, etc.

powers: breathing underwater and minor control over water, plus being able to unlock doors with ease and controlling money, he sometimes teleports though it drains him after.

he has maladaptive daydreaming

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quick rules:

- Romantic interactions will only be with CHARACTERS eighteen years or over.

- This is a ask/rp blog! So you can ask or rp.

- No strong NSFW.

- Innuendos? Allowed.

- Nothing is fully canon!

- If I interact with someone or something or reblog something bad on accident. PLEASE tell me so I can fix it.

- if he dates anyone, it’s set in separate universes.

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tags:

#the prince has spoken — 👑 (Telemachus)

#asks — ❓ (for asks)

#mod comes over — ⭐️

#the goddess of wisdom appeared — 🦉 (Athena, obviously.)

#god of wine slurs — 🍷 (Dionysus, adopted/mentors Telemachus now.)

…

PLEASE INTRODUCE HIM TO SHIT HES VERY BAD AT THIS 😔😔😔

…

Let me speak of those whom I am acquainted with:

@odysseus-of-ithaca-is-lost, @penelope-simp (my dad!!)

@penelope-is-waiting (my mother)

@imnotaman (she forced me to put her here/j but another version of my mom! love her :3)

@reigningprincesstofithaca (my biological sister. she keeps scaring the shit out of me.)

@thehermesguy (my great great granddad)

@unhinged-waterlilly

@quillis-climbs-trees

@thementallyillapollochild

@when-fate-is-mistaken

@sunlights-daughter

@sillypuppetmeister

mod speaking here! NO NSFW. Swearing and cussing happen here.. so..

Im fine with being tagged in random starters or posts.

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him, btw (art by @/sloanslone

winged, naiad, genderbent and reg form ^

[katsona-the-katsequel]

Doppelgängers

A list of the different personifications of aspects of oneself in Persona.

Shadow Self

Representation of the public cognition, person's desire, person's insecurities, and person's fear of public perception (everyone say: "thank you, Hiding in Private").

Distinguishable for their unnatural eyes.

Everyone develops one at some point in life (possibly during early teenage years).

Love to dunk on themselves, unless they're a Palace Ruler, then they dunk on everyone else... before dunking on themselves.

Must be battled and/or accepted by the individual they represent to disappear or become a Persona.

Can be found anywhere in the Expanse. If the issues the Shadow represents are too strong, they form a Dungeon to live in. If their desires become distorted, they form a Palace. Both structures attract regular shadows.

So tied to the individual that any harm done to the Shadow Self will be reflected on the real one. If the Shadow Self is killed, the real individual dies as well.

With the magic of science, can be forced into unstable artificial Personas.

Splitting

Shadows can be naturally split into more aspects of oneself if an inner conflict is too big for said Shadow to represent all of it.

Split into more specific aspects, Shadows gain more autonomy.

Some of the Shadows may want to obliterate the other Shadows if they have opposing aspects. This way the specific aspect gains more power inside the real person's psyche.

Under the Rumor Curse

Nyarly takes advantage of his domain to take control over Shadows and make them do his bidding.

Shadows basically thrive under the Rumor Curse, leaning more on their "public cognition" aspect.

Can lean on said public's perception to continue existing after the individual they represent dies.

Have a stronger desire to not only kill their real selves, but replace them as well.

The combination of greater autonomy and desire to replace the real versions grants them the ability to fight with Reverse Personas instead of transforming into bigger monsters.

May be formed regardless if the individual already has a Persona. Rumors about anyone exist regardless if they've figured themselves out, after all.

The opposite of a Shadow Self. Ideals are what an individual wishes they were and how they want to be perceived.

(EDIT: Shiori's Shadow wasn't born from the Rumor Curse. It was truly born from her subconscious and manipulated by Nyarly. Sorry about the mistake 🐧).

Ideal Self

SPECULATION ALERT: Might form as naturally as a Shadow, maybe even earlier than the teenage years. The moment a kid is asked what they want to be when they grow up, it's game.

SPECULATION ALERT: Unknown where they naturally reside, though it might be the Expanse as well.

Benevolent by nature, will always help their real self.

Can fight by summoning their own version of Personas.

(I don't have pics of P2's Ideal Selves, but they exist 😔)

Cognitive Self

Representation of how the individual is seen by a specific person.

Created from the perception of someone else, with no input from the individual.

Mostly found in Palaces.

Can be fought, but their power depends on what the Palace Ruler thinks of them and their death doesn't affect the real self.

Under the Rumor Curse

Lean more on rumors for their creation, rather than a single person's perception.

Can coexist in the physical world with the real selves.

Mostly come into being when the rumor is too contradictory to the real thing (like death rumors), unlike normal rumors that become part of a person.

Alternate Self

Come into being whenever there is an alternate timeline.

I suppose characters from P5X would count as this.

Anima/Animus

So far, has only been shown as a genderbent version of an individual.

They're not even called this, but I felt they needed a special distinction for lore-implication-reasons, and if Atlus can play loosely with Jungian terms, so can I.

Not even I know what's up with Theo.

Shapeshifters

Beings with the power to change their appearance to look like someone else.

Somehow both more AND less common than it should be.

[anghraine]

I've been putting myself to sleep in these extremely anxious times over the last few weeks (the dissertation defense/revisions + a major move) by re-reading favorite bits of my own genderbent fics. My favorites are not always my readers', but I've had fun revisiting the Fíriel (Éowyn/f!Faramir/Aragorn) 'verse and one of the scenes I had the most fun writing:

“There’s only Fíriel left now.” “Is that Boromir’s sister?” said Merry. He had even less of an idea of her, beyond a vague impression of her existence and Boromir’s affection for her. But he felt sorry for the unknown lady, nevertheless—all the more when he thought of how her brother had died. Despite everything that had happened since then, his throat tightened. “Yes,” Pippin said, and thankfully, his smile returned. “I like her.”  The words would have been tepid enough on paper, but Pippin pronounced them with so much fervour that Merry’s brows rose.  “What is she like?” he asked. Pippin tilted his head, thinking about it. In fact, he thought about it for so long that Merry might have poked him, if not for the chain mail. “A bit Elvish,” he said at last. “She belongs to the heights, right enough—but isn’t so far-off, if you understand me. It’s hard to explain. You can talk to her, and at the same time, she … you can’t help feeling that you would do anything for her.” He flushed a little as he spoke. Merry hid a smile.  “Did you ask for a strand of her hair?” he said. Pippin turned redder. “No! Don’t be absurd, Merry. It’s not like that.”

[papermacherainbow]

Fic Round-Up

I posted quite a few fics that I never got around to posting here (mostly because I didn't make covers lol) so I thought I'd do a quick catch-up post for anyone who missed these goodies!

It's Good to be Home- Teenkercest Puppy Play, Incest, Trans Peter Parker, Older Brother Harley

Harley comes home from MIT for a long weekend, tired and worn out from midterms. Luckily, his dad, Tony, and little brother Peter are there to welcome him with open arms.

Sweet Like Cinnamon- Starker Omegaverse, Omega Tony, Alpha Peter, Underage

Peter was ignoring him, and he didn't know why. After two weeks of what is apparently a teenage angst crisis, Tony finally knocks down Peter's door to get him on a mission. But when Tony gets injured, he finds out exactly why Peter has been avoiding him.

Worth the Wait- Starker with @starkercreamery | Werewolf AU, Underage, True Mates

The first time Tony held Peter in his arms was already the best day of his life. Steve and Bucky having a pup was a goddamn miracle, and as pack Alpha, he got the honor of being the first to hold him. But then those big baby eyes looked up at him, and something in him howled. If it had been spoken, the word “mine” would’ve echoed around the world because of how loud it resounded inside him. And then, Peter smiled at him, and it was like his soul was complete.

Hangover Cure- WLW Starker Genderbent, Wrong Number, College AU

Penny: Hey! It’s Penny from last night ;) Woke up wishing I was curing this hangover with something other than Advil. Got any ideas? Unknown Number: I’ve got hangovers down to a science ;) Your place or mine?

[childotkw]

Um, not sure if you've been asked this before (I could've sworn that at one point you had, but i can't for the life of me find the post) but do you have any thoughts about genderbent Regulus Black?

I can see there being a much more different sibling dynamic between them and Sirius as there isn't an heir and backup dynamic with Walburga and Orion no doubt seeing Regulus as a tool to be married off. Not to mention they'd be much more strict with Sirius without a backup heir to replace him.

Not to mention it would be interesting if Tom saw Regulus as a chance to better win the loyalty of the pureblood community, after all having a bride from one of the most prestigious pureblood families would raise his standing by a lot.

I absolutely love your female Harry AU's especially "I pray(death parts us)" and "Serpent In These Still Waters ", and I love the marriage dynamic between Tom and Harry.

However I do wonder about the arranged marriage dynamic that Tom could have. Especially with someone who was born into the world of pureblood politics.

No pressure obviously to answer if you're not interested, but yea I was just wondering.

Ohh yes I know the one you're talking about! I ended up with Rana Black being the fem!Regulus name - you can read the original outline here.

I do have many thoughts about it - mainly how Ran would have grown up shaped by society's expectations and how she would eventually grow to cast those expectations off.

In my idea, Rana manages to convince Orion to ship her off to Beauxbatons. Orion, because his daughter is his favourite child, agrees to do this one thing for her, despite any objections from his wife. Rana actually eventually moves permanently to France with Kreacher as her ""guardian"" (because let's be real, the wizarding world has a pretty broken view on how young children should be raised and this isn't that far out of the norm for them). So Rana misses a large portion of the bullshit that is brewing in Britain.

But...

Walburga sees, Walburga knows. In the brief instances she actually interacts with her daughter (who seemed to grow up between blinks, who turned from a slim and silent shadow of a girl into a calm and confident young woman far from her mother's influence), Walburga learns.

Rana is not some demure wife-to-be. She is a...liberationist. A young woman with incorrect and damaging opinions on what her place in the world should be. Her time in France, in that school, has warped her understanding of her duty.

So, Walburga must fix this. As the new heir to the Black legacy, Rana has a responsibility to their House. She must bring in the next generation, and she must accept her place.

Walburga looks at Narcissa, at Bellatrix, and knows she must find her daughter a husband that can curb her radical views.

She also decides, rather firmly, that it's time her daughter learns deference. Learns to bow.

Orchestrating an encounter between her daughter and the Dark Lord is easy enough. Walburga is one of the few that still sees Tom Riddle in the face of Voldemort, and that tenuous childhood connection gives her enough leverage to push her daughter into the man's space with the implied permission to teach the girl how to drop her chin.

Only...that's not what happens.

Voldemort sees Rana's spark, sees her potential and her ideas and her biting cynicism towards the structures of their society; sees the way her eyes constantly drift towards the horizon, towards France, and finds himself a little curious at this until-now unknown Black.

(Voldemort is, after all, a radical himself. Why Walburga thought he would dismiss Rana's ideals or find her foolish is beyond him.)

Marriage isn't the first or fourth or even twentieth plot he envisions with Rana Black - but eventually it does creep into his purview.

And that intrigue, the future he could see forming with everything Rana Black brings with her, is enough for him to kick things into gear.

The biggest problem - the only problem, really - is that Rana Black does not want to marry.

Anyone.

Not even the Dark Lord.

[tpotr]

Can you make a short fanfic, in which area and Rhaegal wake up in Aegon and Helaena's body and they panic?

Ask and you shall receive! I really liked this idea tbh, this was very funny to me. I hope you'll enjoy this one! It's mostly humor with a tidbit of friskiness I suppose, but nothing grand. For peeps who find this in the wild without knowing the AU: the context is genderbent!helaegon (Aerea and Rhaegal) waking up in the bodies of their not-genderbent counterparts (Aegon and Helaena). Genderbent!Helaegon | Humor/Fluff | AU of a series | wc: 1243

Aerea doesn’t bother to open her eyes. It is a chilly morning, and she snuggles with the furs of the bed close, tossing and turning with them to achieve a few more moments of sleep. Despite having three different furs brought for the winter, those around her feel all too thin.

Rhaegal must’ve stolen the rest of them to himself again, she thinks to herself. He had the penchant to be at his most audacious when he dreams, after all. She turns to his side of the bed, fighting against the morning crust that formed by her eyes. Such robbery will not go unanswered, and compensation is well due. If she cannot have her blankets, he’ll have to offer his arms.

When she opens her eyes, however, an unfamiliar woman is laying beside her. Long silver waves falling unkempt from the bed, breathing softly through sleep with her hands tucked awkwardly by her body. Aerea stares for a few moments before snapping back into a sitting position.

“What the fuck?” she yells, and unfurls her furs from the offending lady. How did she even get inside here? Ser Willis Fell should’ve guarded the room. What is she even doing here? Where did she come from? Where is her husband?

Wait. Why is my voice so low?

The woman in front of her is swiftly awoken, eyes vividly violet opening. “What— who are…” she starts asking, but then reaches for her throat in a hurried panic. As her hands fall down her body, so does her gaze, her hands sliding down from her chest to her belly and hips. Finally, she holds on the end her long locks of hair, positively frightened. “What is this?! This is not…!”

At the same time, Aerea looks at her own hands. Pale with purple veins as always, yet larger than hers usually are, with some fine hair on their back and the rather unbecoming hints of dirt under the fingernails. The cold she has felt suddenly makes all the more sense when she realises that for the most part, she is bare. Unlike the lady in front of her, her hair is short, and with one hand coming to her chest, she screams.

She has never been considered well endowed, no, but her chest is gone!

Coming up from the bed, she rushes to the mirror. The room is all the same, but all is wrong. She holds onto the short oily hair, and the broadened shoulders of this body. The dark circles of the man she faces in the reflection only grow more pronounced as she feels the blood draining from his face. Her face. 

“This is not funny,” she says, nearly on the verge of tears as she faces the woman on the bed again. “Where is my husba…” she stops herself, and examines that unknown girl again, who nervously played with the Myrish lace of the nightgown she seemed so pensive in. Rhaegal always plays with the lace trimmings of her dresses. “Rhaegal?” she asks.

“...Aerea?” is the woman’s reply and suddenly some air enters her lungs again; she nods, and the ‘woman’s’ eyes brighten too. “Yes, it’s me,” he says in that woman’s feminine yet husky voice. Her husband’s face is far more angular, but the appearance he dons now has a somewhat subdued angularity to match it, and an entirely softer looking body to contrast it with. His new form comes up from the bed and closer and it is almost surreal as he reaches out for her new body.

She looks down at herself again, thinking to take a peek at her breeches. She feels the absurdity of her new male effects, but isn’t she short for a man?

Rhaegal brings a dainty hand to hold her upper arm. “This is strange,” he says as he examines it until finally settles on a squeeze. “How could this be…”

Aerea, resigned, resorts to curling into him, demanding a hug. “Someone put a curse on us and made me a stubby sickly man,” she says in half desperation, leaning her head on her husband’s— wife’s? — shoulder.

“Don’t say that,” he wraps his hands around her, repressing a smile. “I think I may be considered the short one of us two, anyway.”

Aerea huffs as she sniffles. “You are as tall as any woman, and have gained giant teats for yourself,” she says. “Don’t you dare pretend to complain.”

Chuckling, he weaves a hand into her short hair, ruffling through it. “Neither should you, then. I think you make a pretty man.”

“Shut your mouth lest we stay this way!” she yells at him, only making him laugh. “I can’t believe this…” Tightening her embrace upon him, he squeals slightly, the way she often does when he locks on her firmly. He returns it quickly as he relaxes in her thicker arms, but it is strange to have him respond in that manner so easily.

Garnering some interest in that difference, she sets out to understand the situation in her hold better, and scoops him from behind into her hold.

“Aerea—” he yelps, quick to bring his hands to hold onto her body’s shoulder. She licks her lips and carries him around in her arms. She never quite understood why he liked doing it to her, but now she feels she does. It feels quite nice to feel him readjust his hold on her closer and closer.

“This is why you like to twirl me around so much, huh?” she asks. The girlish face he dons is beet red. The dainty fingers that on her nape play with her thin tufts of hair present there gently as he considers what to say.

“...I like it when you do this,” Rhaegal brings the hand back to her new face, cupping the round jaw and leaning down to kiss her slowly. Suddenly, her arms grow shakier. Gods, I need to go against a wall. She likes it when he gets her against a wall —

The doors to their room suddenly slam open, and she loses her grip on her husband-wife’s body. They manage to grip each other so he isn’t toppled backwards to the floor. Holding each other in some shock, they turn their heads to look at Mother, who seems exasperated enough to rip out all of her hair.

Alicent first seems flabbergasted to a degree, but recovers from it with a shake of her head. “Aegon, Helaena, I need you in the hall room,” she says as if she’s about to collapse. “Your brother has lost all of his wits. He woke up and started running around saying his name is Aemma and ogling his swords. Dress up and help me make him regain his sanity, I beg you.”

Aerea and Rhaegal share a prolonged look.

“Prince Aemond, please!” they hear Ser Criston’s voice from outside the hallway. 

“I think our sister is going haywire with new opportunities,” Aerea says. “We better see to her, husband.”

Rhaegal hums, while Alicent’s eyes open like saucers.

“What are you talking about,” Alicent yells at her. “Aegon, if you are in on the same shenanigan—”

Rhaegal comes to Alicent, holding her hand with his own small ones. “Mother, we will sort this out. Do not fret a thing.”

Aerea never thought she’d see her mother that speechless ever again, but alas. Until they figure this out, such a world is filled to brim with entertaining opportunities.

[jazzystudios82]

Diabolik Lovers: Mukami Brothers - Genderbent Edition 🥀

Warning: Diabolik Lovers is a dark series with mature themes and topics. Discretion is advised.

Rei 🖤 (Ruki Mukami)

Bio: Rei is the eldest daughter of the Mukami family and is considered to be the "brains" of the group. Back when she was a human, Rei was born into an aristocratic family. When she was a young girl, she was rather spoiled and arrogant until there was a financial crisis and her family went bankrupt. When looking for her parents, Rei found her mother had hanged herself while her father ran away with a secret lover, leaving a note for Rei that stated that he loved her very much, but this whole ordeal left Rei with trust issues since her father never came back for her. She ended up in an orphanage, which is where she was bullied by the other children and mistreated by the staff because of her former status as an aristocrat. However, her days would get a little brighter when she met her sisters Kaiya, Yona, and Arina. She then created a plan to escape the orphanage with her sisters, but they were all shot by the staff, which resulted in Rei getting branded as "livestock" on the back as punishment. As she lay dying, Rei met the Sakamakis' mother Katharina, who offered her and her sisters the opportunity to get revenge on those who abused them and to live life as immortal vampires. After being turned, Rei and her siblings returned to the orphanage and got their revenge on the staff and the aristocrats, making it as slow as possible. As the leader, Rei knows how to manipulate those to get what she and her sisters want and how to keep things under control.

Name: Rei Mukami

Age: 18 (Physically; actual age is unknown) Voice Claim: Octavia from Helluva Boss Height: Unknown Weight: Unknown Occupation: 3rd year student at Ryoutei Academy Likes: Puzzles, soups, cooking, horses, reading Dislikes: Being compared to the Sakamakis, her scars

Kaiya 🩷 (Kou Mukami)

Bio: Kaiya is the second daughter of the Mukami family. Back when she was still a human, Kaiya was supposedly abandoned by her birth parents in a manhole, and had no memory of them. While in the manhole, Kaiya would look up and stare at the sky, and desired to get out so she could see more of it. When she escaped, Kaiya had ended up at the orphanage where she unfortunately ended up becoming a "playtoy" for the aristocrats because of her beauty. She was abused daily, and she forced herself to accept this role since she was able to get nice things. This resulted in her losing her right eye, and because she wasn't given enough time to rest and heal, Kaiya developed scars all over her body. This made her believe that the world was all about "give-and-take". After meeting her sisters, Kaiya and the others developed a plan to escape the orphanage and sell the nice items that Kaiya had saved to get money. However, all four of them were shot by the orphanage staff and left for dead. But when the Sakamakis mother Katharina found them, she offered them another chance at life, but as vampires. Kaiya accepted, and with her new found power, hunted down the people who abused her, starting with the staff and leaving the aristocrats for last, and killed them off one by one so they'd all live in fear knowing they would be next. Kaiya's lost eye was replaced with a magical prosthetic that was made by Katharina, which allowed her to see into people's hearts and learn of their true desires. Because of her childhood trauma, Kaiya had developed a two faced personality that only surfaces when things don't particularly go her way.

Name: Kaiya Mukami

Height: Unknown

Weight: Unkown

Occupation: 2nd year student at Ryoutei Academy; Idol Likes: Music, singing and dancing, fashion, teasing Sora Sakamaki, the sky, food, cats, Vongole Bianco Dislikes: Her past, humans, being lied to

Yona | Eloise 🧡 (Yuma Mukami | Edgar)

Bio: Yona is the third daughter of the Mukami family, and is also the tallest of her sisters. When she used to be human, she went by the name "Eloise" and was Shiori Sakamaki's childhood best friend who presumably died in a fire that was set to her village. Yona, then Eloise, had managed to survive, but had lost her memories due to a head injury. She was found by a street gang and joined their ranks, going by a new name: Bear. In order to survive on the streets, she had to abandon her timidness and innocence, as she was forced to become more rough, dominant, violent, aggressive, and rebellious over time. The rest of her gang was killed during a failed coup, leaving her the only survivor. She was found and ended up at the orphanage where she met her sisters Rei, Kaiya, and Arina, and attempted to escape the orphanage, but was gunned down by the staff. She met Katharina Sakamaki and accepted her offer to become a vampire: which led to the Vampire Queen to rename her "Yona". Like her sisters, Yona had gotten revenge on the orphanage staff for the abuse and mistreatment they received. Name: Yona Mukami Age: 17 (Physically; actual age is unknown) Voice Claim: Catra from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power Height: Unknown

Weight: Unknown

Occupation: 2nd year student at Ryoutei Academy Likes: Gardening, sports, teasing Yu Komori, sugar cubes Dislikes: Shiori Sakamaki (former), Arina touching her stuff, curry

Arina 🩵 (Azusa Mukami)

Bio: Arina is the fourth and youngest daughter of the Mukami family. When she was human, Arina was an orphan who had no knowledge on who her birth parents were. She would often doubt her existence and wasn't sure if her life had any meaning until she was picked up by three thieving children: Justin, Melissa, and Christina. However, they were not good to Arina, as they'd beat her up for any ridiculous reason. Unfortunately, the more she was beaten up, the more Arina began to enjoy it and even started seeing it as a way to feel alive. This ended when one day, while waiting for Justin, Melissa, and Christina to return, she heard from two gossiping noblemen that the three children were shot and killed for attempting to steal from a friend of theirs. Afterwards, Arina would begin to harm herself after their deaths and named three prominent scars to immortalize them. She'd later end up at the orphanage where she'd become the other kids punching bag until she met Rei, Kaiya, and Yona. When Rei came up with a plan for all four of them to escape the orphanage, Arina wasn't sure of it at first, but after some reassurance from Kaiya and Yona, she agreed. Unfortunately, the girls were shot down by the staff and left for dead, but they were saved just in time by Katharina Sakamaki, the mother of the Sakamaki sisters. She offered them another chance at life, but only as vampires. Arina accepted so she could feel pain again and be with her sisters. Unlike her sisters, Arina didn't participate in slaughtering the people who mistreated them, as she was tired and wanted to sleep so she could get used to her new vampiric body. Name: Arina Mukami

Age: 17 (Physically; actual age is unknown) Voice Claim: Emily from Hazbin Hotel Height: Unknown Weight: Unknown Occupation: 2nd year student at Ryoutei Academy Likes: Collecting knives, spicy food, Pain (explained in More, Blood), Yu Komori, provoking Kana Sakamaki Dislikes: Her sisters arguing, the heat

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I also made these.

Edit: I messed up with Kaiya's (Kou) hair, in the image the hair appears straight when I meant to choose a more wavy option.

[thaliajoy-blog]

Feeling like sharing my headcanons on Dany's eggs in the books. They're often thought to be Dreamfyre's only because the affair of the stolen eggs is mainly associated to Rhaena & her she-dragon. To spice up things my idea is that they each come from different dragons. The eggs were stolen in 54 AC, so we have a few she-dragons to choose from (and more if we consider that dragons sometimes change sexes) ; we can even consider the possibility that they come from dragons long dead at that time (we don't really have details when it comes to what dragons the lords (and ladies) of Dragonstone rode. After it's unknown how eggs hatch and how long they can stay without hatching.

So we've got hypothetical dead she-dragons, we've got Meraxes, we've got Vaghar, we've got Quicksilver (yes), we've got Dreamfyre, and we've got Silverwing. In fact as I said if we're bold enough all of them at the time could have been egg-laying, even Balerion. Too bad the egg stealing happened early in Targ history it would have been fun to have all the eggs all coming from different time periods in their reign (while dragons still lived ofc) - I know it's controversial but Syrax as one of Dany's dragons' mother is a nice thought (or Meleys lol).

So we'll work with what we have. First, we'll take 1) Meraxes (bonus the egg daddy being Balerion ?). Then 2) Dreamfyre (with genderbent Quicksilver ? Or maybe lesbian reproduction this would be fun and on point - which mean Vaghar could have a part in the first ☝️). Then 3) Silverwing (with Vermithor duh).

[faraway-sunshine]

heart pigtails :D??

Meet Whoever's Inside My Head #5: Moon

There's a lot I still haven't figured out yet about Moon. She's not very communicative right now. Maybe I'll work on that later. As per usual, more info under the cut.

(Monday 18th September, 2000, 8:13 PM)

Backstory

Moon's a smidge younger than Omori was before the merge, but quite a bit older than Haru.

She's a big shadowy unknown mostly. I can kind of feel her, but I can't hear or talk to her these days, and as far as I know she's never fronted (though it's highly likely she has before without me remembering).

If I have to take a guess at what her purpose is, she probably absorbs thoughts or feelings that younger me didn't feel like a boy should have, or memories so they seem less scary in the context of me being a girl. I still don't really know, but that would fit with how she stays so locked off.

Moon also predates Mari's death, and after Omori felt her a few scant times and I never did at all.

Design

I basically just genderbent myself a bit, based on how sometimes Mari used to dress me in her old clothes in secret and would pretend I was her baby sister, or I'd do so if we were playing House. Not even my friends ever saw me like this apart from Basil once. If I drew her fullbody, her skirt would be going down really low as Mari's skirts and dresses were always so long on me.

Her name is a play on me being Sunny, and from an old thing I used to do where I'd stare at myself in the mirror and pretend everything was opposite in that world, including daytime and nighttime and my own gender.

[fangirls-fanfiction]

Sooooooo after I wrote the chapter of my other story: 'A Contract; A Relationship' I started writing other short stories about what life was like for both Queen Dice and Luci and how their relationship developed before the main plot line of the show or the game. So I decided to make another story for it lol.

Yes, this is based on my genderbent/humanized au blog on Tumblr, though it does take place before it.

This first part is just that chapter that inspired this whole story (and a little extra st the end) just so no one gets confused lol

Enjoy! ^^

Story below undercut:

Even as they yelled after her, she ran. Even as she heard the sounds of gunshots, she ran. Even as her legs begged her to stop, she ran. She couldn't stop, it was between life or death.

In an attempt to lose them, she dashed down an alleyway. Turning around to see if the coast was clear, another gunshot fired just as she tripped and fell.

It was the end if the line. She scrambled to get up, only tripping and falling over once more. Such bad luck, tripping not once but twice; going down an alleyway with no way out; trying to pickpocket a man whilst not knowing he was the leader of a gang.

Such bad, bad luck. That's all she was good for, bad luck.

"Nowhere to run now, lil lady."

"I'm— I'm sorry! Please! I didn't mean any harm... I'm just so far away from home and I have nothing... I promise it won't happen again!" She begged for their mercy.

"There ain't no such thing as 'forgiving' in this here town. Besides, don't you know not to take things that don't belong to you?"

"Of course! I'm sorry! Here!" She tossed him his wallet. "Really! I'm so sorry I didn't mean to— "

"Too late for that, lil lady."

All four silhouettes aimed their guns at her, the girl shielding her face as she braced for impact.

But instead, she heard one of the guys screaming.

Quickly uncovering her eyes, she watched in horror as one of the gang members was caught ablaze by some unknown force. After he was scorched to ashes, another one's gun blew up in his face, causing him to fall over and his body catch in fire. The leader and one other man stood alone as a cloud of purple smoke and bright spark appeared in between the girl and the gangsters.

As the smoke cleared, she watched in horror as they all recognized who had joined them in the alleyway.

"Hello boys." The Devil sneered.

Wasting no time, the two gangsters shot at the demon, only seeming to knock her back slightly. With a snap of her fingers, the barrels of both of their guns were bent, pointing directly at them.

"Shoot another damn bullet... I fucking dare you." The Devil spoke darkly.

The two gang members ran off, the Devil still standing with her back to the girl. She had no idea what the demon had in store for her. She herself had never seen a four person gang turn to a two person gang run off from one person. Not only that, but she was the Devil. Her purpose was to cause misery and break mortals' dreams and create chaos. Who knows what she was planning for her now that the gang was gone. It didn't matter how many times those gang members had shot her, she was the Devil.

Though, as the demon stood there, the girl became less and less convinced. The gang had surely shot her more than a dozen times, but she was immortal, she would be fine. Right...?

Swaying back and forth slightly, the Devil finally fell to the ground with a thud. Her trident clanked to the cement, bouncing just out of her reach. Not that she was reaching for it, she didn't move a muscle after she fell to the ground.

Taking that as a miracle, the girl hurried out of the alleyway and past the fallen demon. Coming to the end of it, she stopped dead in her tracks.

Devil or not, the demon had saved her life and here she was running off without so much as a thank you. She turned around a bit, the demon still not moving. Walking back into the alley a few steps, she stopped when she felt she was far enough away that she could run if the Devil were to wake up.

"Are... Are you ok...?" She asked, her voice echoing in the alleyway.

But the Devil didn't react whatsoever.

"Ma'am, are you ok?" She said more confidently, taking one more step closer.

Still nothing.

Just then, she saw it. A large wound on the Demon's hip, swimming in blood. Panicking, she looked around as if someone was nearby who could help. But at this time of night, the streets were desolate. Not one person. Just her and the Devil.

Kneeling down to be more level with the demon, she felt a sharp pain near her stomach. Immediately placing a hand over it, her white glove turned red from the blood of the bullet wound.

'I didn't dodge the bullet...' She stared in complete horror.

Snapping back to reality, she noticed that the demon's wound was only getting worse by the minute.

Untying her neckscarf, she was hesitant to actually follow through with this plan. This was the Devil after all. Glancing at her face, the girl let out a sigh before letting out a deep breath and began dabbing the blood to hopefully control the bleeding. Her father had taught her a bit about first aide- But nothing about demon blood. Not that she thought that she'd ever need it; in the 20 years of her life, she never once thought that her first encounter with the Devil would be like this. So she handled this situation as she would for a human. Applying pressure, she finally took another glance at the demon. Able to concentrate on her appearance now, she was almost surprised. Aside from the horns and tail, the Devil looked pretty... Average. Despite all the stories she had heard, the Devil's appearance seemed to contradict almost all of them. The demon almost looked friendly, but she should've known better. The demon most likely used this form to trick people. Though fallen down on the ground unconscious and bleeding, the Devil looked rather defenseless. Not in a negative light, but in a damsel in distress kind of way. She'd almost call her beautiful, though that just felt... Odd. Pretty or not, she was still the Devil. Like, the mistress of all Evil and the Queen of Hell.

Turning back to the wound, her efforts hardly seemed to be working. Her neck scarf appeared to have hardly done anything. Putting the scarf aside, she looked around. Panic setting in, she realized that she had no idea how to deal with this effectively.

She jumped at a quiet groan, the Devil's eyes blinked open to a narrow slit. Her eyes were an empty, yet oddly beautiful, shade of gold. Glowing in the darkness, her eyes fixed on the girl, the girl freezing in place. Though the demon seemed less angry and more confused. Unfocused. Like she was trying to remember what had happened. Hesitantly, the demon sat up, the girls falling backwards and backing away. She coughed as blood entered her lungs, making her fall back against the brick wall of the alleyway. She struggled to breathe, as she watched the Devil stand without much effort and go to her trident.

With a single strike to the ground, the magic of the demon's trident had healed her wound. She glanced back at the girl, who panicked, trying to explain herself but instead threw herself into a coughing fit, falling to the ground.

"You're a Dice, I presume?" The Devil knelt down to be level with her. "I'd recognize that dapper clothing anywhere."

"Go away— " She started, coughing once more.

"I see they got you pretty good." The Devil ignored her comment.

Unable to speak and verbally tell her to go, the girl mustered up all her strength to swing at the Devil, the demon easily catching her fist.

"Listen, this is important, I can help you... For a price." The Devil let go of her hand. "Judging by the fact that you're inhaling your own blood, you've only got a few minutes." She went on. "You can either die here or let me help you; for the small price of working for me under a contract."

The girl sat up, opening her mouth to speak, only to fall right back over in a coughing fit.

The Devil extended out her hand for a handshake, awaiting her to take the deal. Barely able to breath, her vision began to get fuzzy as she stared at the Devil's hand. Using what was left of her strength, she took the chance, agreeing to the deal and shaking the Devil's hand.

Not even a moment later, her lungs cleared, giving her a chance to breath once more. Feeling around where her wound once was, she was relieved to see that it was gone. She was ok. She wasn't going to die.

Her gaze redirected to the Devil to thank her for what she had done, however, her heart sank as she stared right at a contract and a quill.

"That's an awful lot of fine print."

"Don't worry about it, no one reads it anyway." The Devil placed a pen in her hand.

"I..."

"Don't go back on your word now... I hate it when people go back on their word." The Devil growled.

Nodding quickly, she hesitantly signed the contract, the shimmery, gold parchment disappearing with a spark as her own left the paper.

"There we are, the deal is done and the oath is sealed." The Devil sneered. "Welcome aboard, Miss Queen Dice."

♠️ ♠️ ♠️

Queen Dice sat in her seat by the office door. This was the worst thing to happen to her. Between all of the trials and tribulations she'd endured her whole life, this one certainly took the cake as the worst. She couldn't imagine what the Devil had in store for her. What she'd be doing for the rest of her life, in this awful place.

Taking a look around, her eyes gazed up at the towering walls of brimstone. Deep into the pits of hell and among the demons and the sinners. She'd always tried to be a good person, despite where she came from.

She was a good person, right?

Trying to keep her mind off of it, Dice glanced down the corridor. Though she was specifically told to stay in this spot the Devil left her in, her curiosity was piqued. Glancing at the door, Queen Dice stood from the seat, starting down the corridor.

If this would be where she would be trapped for the rest of eternity, she might as well get a look around. The Devil wouldn't even notice that she was gone.

[princesspuresarahk]

Crossover idea I have for a fanfic between the loud house and proud family. In What if?

What if Penny never made it to Suga Mama's (In Grandma's Hands) after getting locked out of the house after being constantly late for curfew and being rebellious. And Linka Loud (my genderbent version of Lincoln) runs away in tears after her family locks her out thinking she is bad luck (in No Such Luck with an alternate ending) thanking her family is better off without her that maybe she is bad luck for them. During both those times a mysterious rainstorm comes out of nowhere forcing the two teens to seek shelter elsewhere Penny relentlessly seeking shelter at a mausoleum in a cemetery and Linka in a old hollowed tree in the woods after getting lost in the rain the girls settle down in their hiding places tears in their eyes and hurt in their hearts wishing they could have a better life than where else unknown to them an unknown magical forces listening to them (and nope its not Al Roker) takes pity on them and wishes to get those two girls a better life using their magic they secretly transported the sleeping girls to a mysterious train station leaving them with strange necklaces of their birthstones one filled with billions of dollars and jewels another one filled with the most beautiful clothes and accessories you could ever imagine along with both receiving pink envelopes explaining the situation and why they're here and wanting to give them a brand new life but then new start if they wish as the girls meet each other for the first time the train arrives with the letter further explaining that if they choose it get on that train they can start their new lives and live like princesses or if they want they can choose to go back to their own lives and that it's up to them. Will the girls choose to get on that train or well they go back to the lives they had after the trouble they got into?

[linavloger]

Just for you to know...

I'm currently making plans of more CU AUs and you better be holding on, because most of them are even more messed up than @n4talia-chaparro's "The Bizzare Gruesome Disaster Of The Gory Principal" AU...

Pink and cursive font=Cute Red and bold font=MESSED UP AF Purple, cursive and bold font=Both

Ok...here's my AUs list

New Intentions

Capitán Calzones (Mexican AU)

Next Generation (Starring Nik Beard and Kei Hutchins)

Tied Up Obsession

Happy Tree Underpanty Comics

Genderbent

Now...lemme make a sypnosis for each of these babies

TW: Blood and insanity mentions

New Intentions: Olive Frascherson learns the life of a teenager at Goldeneye Academy making new friends in the way. Being some of them George Beard and Harold Hutchins. Then, she meets again with her twin sister, Isabella Frascherson and her childhood friend, Daniel Layvers, who is now the vice president at the student council. Just when everything goes right, she soon meets Mr. Krupp, the new principal and a kid named "Candy", president at the student council. She, along with her new friends live different adventures to defeat monsters who seek for destruction and villains who seek for domination. Will they make it with Captain Underpants's help? Mexican AU: It's almost like Captain Underpants but what if instead of being in Piqua was it in Guadalajara? What if instead of Jerome Horwitz, it was Primaria Itzani? and What if instead of having a few villains, they would fight all of Mexico's current problems in society? Next Gen: George and Harold after marrying Lisa and Billy and had their children respectively. Just like 6 years after the 12th books events, specifically with Nik Beard and his new best friend, Kei Hutchins revive Captain Underpants making a new invention and bringing him to life so that he watches over the city, visits them to their new treehouse and save the school (If they're unlucky, the whole city or planet) from evil Tied Up Obsession: Harold Hutchins, after being saved from a group of bullies by Erica Wang become best friends, until after 2 years of knowing each other, Erica leaves Jerome Horwitz temporaly, which leads Harold to meeting George Beard, but at second 0 that he met George, a series of murders have been going on! Will Harold solve this case with the few friends he has? Happy Tree Underpanty Comics: When nothing interesting happened, Jerome Horwitz received an invitation to unknown lands, which Mr. Krupp couldn't say no to, due to the fact that it was obligatory. Resulting in George, Harold, Mr. Krupp and the rest of the school be in Happy Tree Land and meeting new students from there and somehow being in wholesome, crazy, dangerous and bloody situations that can't come in handy easily. Genderbent: Meet Gwen Beard and Harriet Hutchins! Gwen is George's genderbend self and Harriet is Harold's. Remember that now, because in this AU, it's most likely in the books, but the genders are all bent!

And that's it :D I hope you ejoyed this silly little AUs plans

[princess-of-the-corner]

It's actually VERY rare for teams in RWBY to all pull from the same source material.

Sun's teammates, for example, are Neptune Vassilas (Neptune, though in-universe he's named after a famous sailor), Scarlet David (Captain Hook), and Sage Amaya (unknown).

Team CFVY has Coco Adel (Coco Channel, as a connection to the whole fashion thing, as CRWBY were NOT aware that Channel was a Nazi until WELL after Coco was introduced), Fox Allister (the Fox from the Fox and the Hound, though he actually isn't a Faunus), Velvet Scarletina (The Scarlatine Rabbit), and Yatsuhashi Datchi (I'm... actually not sure about that one).

Although Team JNPR does have a theme of "crossdressers, but genderbent": Jaune Arc (Joan of Arc), Nora Valkyrie (Thor), Pyrrha Nikos (Achilles), and Lie Ren (Mulan).

Honestly love the vibes with JNPR.

ALSO WHICH ONE OF Y'ALL WAS GONNA TELL ME THEY HAD A VELVETEEN RABBIT ONE????

[beedokwrites]

I’ve started posting a new short story for my patrons. A trans girl and a guy who was genderbent via unknown powers meet and have a bit of a misunderstanding.