#hare in fox skin au

[heyhollow]

.⭐️"Fear's not enough, they have to⭐️.

.⭐️tear him apart."⭐️.

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As usual, written by @ronniesart and illustrated by yours truely

[ronniesart]

“Gregory, these are literally your favorite.” (Freddy is recording)

Also today’s my blogs 2 year anniversary 🥳

[soupmanspeaks]

I drew Micheal Afton as a girl ONCE and I'm already attached frfr

[kuwdora]

Ooo, super curious about the real bros of crookback bog fic!

Okay, The Real Bros of Crookback Bog is the second story in my Velen Cannibals AU and it is pretty ridiculous. This story takes place before Nilfgaard’s first invasion and my interpretation of the Velen cannibals: basically they are a Weezer song. They just want to be left alone so they can hang out with their bros and eat whoever they want and sleep in all day. It’s 90% original characters and more about my love for all of the strange/weird/funny elements I took from Witcher 3 and Velen in particular. I don't know why I got so hung up on these ideas but I have like 15k scattered across three stories for this AU so I was really gung-ho about it for awhile. This story is 80% shenanigans. I have a POV character named Remy who ran off and ended up with the cannibals (there is a whole sequence that is ‘eat cute’ intro and his future boyfriend snares him in an actual trap).

Some scene things from The Real Bros of Crookback Bog:

Remy discovers the cannibals play Capture the Chef in which they do semi-violent raids on each other in order to kidnap the best cooks and bring them to their own camp for the season.

At one point Remy’s camp finds some loot in the forest and brings it back to camp, only to discover that there’s a ghost haunting a piece of jewelry or other item. They befriend the ghost and keep them around as an early warning system for drowners, bandits, and witchers.

Remy also discovers one of the cooks has trained the local crows to find/retrieve goodies and snoop on enemy camps.

There is a red-eyed scruffy hare who is an emissary or watcher for The Crones who is named Ištikimas and tends to appear at strange times.

One of Remy’s new cannibal friends gets a tattoo from a bog witch, only to discover the bog witch has enchanted a revenant in the tattoo. So they wake up in the middle of the night thinking this guy is talking in his sleep except it’s the old spirit in his tattoo who ends up being a really amazing shit-talker. When that cannibal bro gets kidnapped, they let go because the tattoo is too creepy for the abductors.

And then there’s a little scene like this where one of the cannibals got turned into a fox. Because strange shit happens in Velen all the time, okay: Rated Mature. ~400w.

So far the truce to their war was holding steady. Liver Burlap was playing the fiddle, some sort of jaunty tune that Remy found himself enjoying himself despite the concern he had when they put their weapons away. Serril was to Remy’s left, tucked against a giant rutsack containing the loot from the merchant’s cart. Pav was to his right, nursing the bottle of rye. The weather was warm and no one was piss-drunk and throwing punches yet. With any luck, they’d be able to get through the night without spilling any intestines. Remy elbowed Pav to hand over the booze but Serril grabbed it before Remy had a chance to drink. He finished wrestling the bottle from Serril who flicked his cheek and grinned. Remy’s skin felt hot, his gut churning pleasantly before pressing the bottle to his lips. He was looking around the fire, falling into the rhythm Anton was slapping on his knee with the beat of Liver Burlap’s fiddle but Anton stopped suddenly.

The older man held his arm up high and called out into the darkness, “Elias! That you? Where the fuck’ve you been?”

He looked where Anton was calling, seeing nothing but the grassy silhouettes beyond the campfire. Remy took another sip and startled when a fox hopped on top of the barrel behind Piotr. The chorus of “Elias!” echoed around the fire and the woodland animal trilled at them, bird-like and eerie as fox were under the guise of night.

Remy had to blink through the haze of drink and took another look at the animal. It’s snout was short like any fox, firelight showing off a bushy tail, red with a white tip and tucked against it’s body. It was no larger than any fox Remy had seen frolicking through the meadow or darting through the swamps. Except there seemed to be a pair of human balls and a sad, very small human cock between it’s hind legs.

“Long time no see,” Piotr said, dumping some of his spirits into a mug and placing it on the barrel next to the animal.

“That fox has a cock,” Remy blurted out and there was a heavy moment of silence that followed, the wide eyes of Anton and Liver Burlap boring holes into him. Piotr murmured something to the fox and Remy swallowed, looking over at Serril, wondering if there was some faux pas he just committed when they were supposed to be making friends with this crew. Serril gave him an encouraging wink amidst the silence.

“No wenches or vixens for Elias,” Piotr said, breaking the silence and Liver Burlap played several sad notes on his fiddle and Anton roared with laughter. WIP Game List

[tanjirou-no-au]

My mind is a soup of KNY, RWBY & Parahumans, so...

RWBY AU

Salem’s still the main villain, Muzan’s one of her enforcers.

Yoriichi is combined with Tanjuro here, making him T&N’s father, a SEW (ofc) and the Summer Rose equivalent.

Used to be on a team w/ Michikatsu, Gyomei, and Tamayo, w/ Shinjuro, Amane & their team being their seniors.

Nezuko inherited his Silver eyes, Tanjiro just inherited his looks, birthmark, earrings, and a whole host of father issues.

The Kamados (just Yoriichi, Tanjiro, Nezuko & Kie) are Caprinae faunus, w/ Kie, Tanjiro & Hinatsuru (Kie’s little sister) being Argali sheep, and Nezuko somehow coming out a Himalayan Tahr.

Michikatsu is transfem and Mui/Yui’s deadbeat mom.

Inosuke is a boar faunus whose trait is his ears, thus leaving him a pretty boy, to his own dismay.

Tanjiro, Inosuke, Kanao & Zenitsu are on a team. Zenitsu leads. You did not read that wrong.

Nezuko is on a team w/ Genya, Muichiro, and one of the Ubayashiki kids. Or Senjuro, who’s in a Jaune-like situation.

Giyuu (fox faunus), Sabito (hare faunus), Sanemi & Kanae were a team. Tengen and wives are a team. And Kyojuro, Mitsuri, Makomo & Shinobu were a team.

Obanai is ex-White Fang, and Nakime’s twin.

I have most of their semblances & weapons figured out, but they’ll be detailed in a separate post.

Parahumans AU

The less developed one by far, (though longer, ironically) still thinking up powers and triggers.

Muzan is a Master/Brute/Trump, with regeneration and the ability to enter “contracts” with Parahumans, enhancing their own power & regeneration in exchange for being able to kill them at will AND gain a crude copy of their power.

Kagaya is his cluster mate, a Thinker/Master who can discern someone’s beliefs and opinions through conversations, and a voice that both calms them and predisposes them into believing he has their best interest in mind.

Yoriichi is once again the Tanjirou & Nezuko’s dad, and served on the Sentai Elite w/ Michikatsu & Shinjuro.

He was basically Sun-themed Legend, powerful light based breaker state that eschewed lasers for solar flare abilities/whips, with a thinker power that allowed him to perceive the world in slow motion. This power had the caveat of the more people that looked up to him, the more powerful he was.

Kokushibou shared Yoriichi’s Thinker power, but was otherwise a Combat Tinker, specializing in miniaturized fusion powered devices such as a plasma cutter, a specialized combat suit, and a specialized training dummy.

Nezuko is a Brute/Striker/Trump, having the bog standard demon toughness and regeneration, alongside generating flames that could negate other Parahuman powers.

Tanjiro is a Brute/Thinker, who can perceive emotions as scents, along with generating a prismatic forcefield around him, parts of which could break off and explode. Gains a second Trigger which allows him to shape the forcefield into crude weaponry, alongside gaining a Master power that allowed his flames to perceive how his target’s hurt people, and turn said pain back on them.

Muichiro is a Breaker/Stranger/Shaker, who can dissipate into an amnesia inducing fog he can also manipulate and move through.

Shinobu is a Bio-Tinker, specializing in alchemical creations, specifically poisons and medicines, along with altering her own chemistry to become toxic, and devices meant to deliver them.

Sanemi is a Brute/Blaster, who by cutting open his skin kick starts aerokinesis that aerosolizes his blood into a disorienting gas, combined with a somewhat limited healing factor.

Genya is a Changer/Trump with some Brute characteristics, just tougher and with a healing factor, who by ingesting the flesh of others can take on their physical characteristics, including Parahuman abilities.

Inosuke is a Brute/Changer, rubbery body and flexible organs combined with a wereboar transformation that becomes more and more monstrous the longer he fights. Imagine Lung, but admittedly less powerful.

[alegalcara]

Okay, i may finally have finished nury's design

Since i'll be making a fanfic about the au im creating.. still, the one i made in my native language isn't exactly a 100% how i want to be. Cause.. i kinda wanted to re-writte just a little about jade's personality cause of her age in that universe

But my friend who Absolute hates jade. Said i should just keep her annoying like she is, but honestly, i not sure how i can make that accurate. Cause, in this au i making, she is a 15 years old, which means she is not naive about certain things, and also, explaining a little about my au universe

Is basically a apocalipse, but the diferences.. is not that there is just zombies and etc, there's also magic and mythical creatures, and the survivors who are

Humans

Serpents

Hybrids

Onis

And aswell half monsters people

Are survivors, and this au is also inspired on the last of us, resident evil, and cod

And cause of that, survivors live under the surface.. but if you wondering why. Simple, the monsters and infected ones are always on the surface, which makes a lot of sentient or sane creatures stay in the undergrounds.

And also, a thing about this au, there is a certain entity that will be a plot for the fanfic, but here's also a explanation.

If you want to make a oc monster, you will have to put one certain trait similar to their owner, cause there's a rank between monsters, if you are dead after getting killed by one of the bosses, there might be the chance you could've got their interest, mostly and usually cause of skills, such as if you have a good speed or strenght, but also quick thinking or QI, since most of them minions they have are cause their habilities or certain skill caught their interest.

And after getting killed, the bosses will basically use your flesh and remake you into whatever they want, likely, they choose your appearance, which means that you may be lucky or really unlucky, and i gonna list their names and also kind of styles they like

Zazzit:is more of a monster with theater and 1950 style, which means if you get owned by they, your appearance could be likely of a ghost, black phantom, or a puppet.

Naretsu:she is a monster that has quite a temper, but she is also pretty fast and likes seeing people be obedient or honest with her, her style is usually very near of revealing clothes that sometimes could benefit you in certain situations, but if ya owned by her, you may have a appearance similar to succubus, doll, or dancer

Kazik:he is a monster that is like a wendigo, but he is aswell someone pantient and pretty blunt, but has good manners, he is more of the medieval kind, so if you owned by him, your appearance would resemble one of a anthropomorphic being, such as lambs, bunnies, cats, wolfs, foxes, hares, deers, bears, and owls

Obelix:he is honestly a perv, and possibly is someone that you will hate their guts cause of their actions. If you owned by him, it will just be like naretsu, but the clothes you might wear will show a lot of skin.. so hope ya strong..

Teretsu:he is someone really charismatic, but also very sadistic and loves people suffering, he has a appearance of a monochrome court jester, if you owned by him, you will get to have a physic more of a old cartoon and be able to regenarate yourself, such aswell having a more demonic appearance and lose a bit of sanity that makes you basically a little insane

And yeah, for now these are the ones i working on. I still will show their minions, but that will be more for the future

The main antagonists will be the same as the show, but with times they would need to work together to survive, and also, the main characters on this fic, some of them will be ocs and have aswell canon characters, which means will be almost likely a bunch of teens going to the surface to kill those monsters, find talismans and also do missions to collect files to discover which people died to certain bosses

And a oc that will have her pov on the first chapter will be nury

She is half russian and half brazilian.

Her mother is a widow cause one of the bosses killed nury's father infront of nury when she was only 6, which was a huge trauma that made nury blame herself, cause that happened on her birthday and she asked for her to take her to the surface so she could see the sunrise. But it ended up with her father getting brutally killed infront of her.. she only survived cause she ran away and was found by a soldier, currently, she isn't someone physically strong, but cause of her father, she learnt how to use weapons quite well, which means she is the type to use weapons of long distance in fights rather then physic combat.

She is aswell a sniper main, which means she has a good aim and fast agility.

She usually also wears a dress with pants, since she keeps her weapons under her skirt, which means her opponents will think she has no weapons, but will see a minute later she pull out a shotgun from under her skirt and shot them.

She is aswell someone pretty touch-starved, but also doesn't like to bother others at being physical, so she rarely asks for a hug, which is usually jade who she asks to, cause nury has more trust on her mom and in jade about being physical, nury also rarely feels attraction to anyone, which may seem similar to arromantic. But she actually will delevop feelings for someone, but i won't reveal cause i want it to be a surprise.

And well, i also plan on making the fanfic on Ao3.

Well, i hope y'all like this jackie chan adventures au. And i will show aswell memes or make some scenarios of how certain characters interact with each other ^^

[unhingedselfships]

Yakuza Kadokura AU

...

He still had her knife, and yes, she was still upset about it. 

Unfortunately, unless she did decide to “kill him about it”, she seemed to be out of luck.

Luckily, she had great cousins more than happy to craft her a new, even prettier one, and send it her way.

Damascus steel, of course, it was her favorite, carefully folded with such pretty rippling.

Mother of pearl inlaid handle. 

Delicately carved floral motifs. 

Rose gold detailing.

Eleven and a half inches total, seven and a quarter inch blade.

Wickedly sharp, half serrated.

Perfectly weighted and balanced for her small hands.

It was pretty, deadly, and it suited her new status well.

It also matched the pretty lingerie set she’d been working on. 

She’d spent a couple weeks down in Tokyo, “visiting Dai-nii”, sewing the piece. 

And getting the tattoo she hadn’t shown him yet. Or told him about. It wasn’t quite healed, but the swelling was down and he would get impatient if she put off showing some skin longer than a couple days.

The soft wild hare, tangled in rose thorns, and pretty dark red roses, across the back of her left hip. The colors still vibrant, the skin still raw. The lingerie irritated it slightly, but shouldn’t disturb it too badly.

Sewing bra cups had been a pain in the ass she’d never intended to learn, yet there she was. The leather work at least she’d planned on eventually doing. This was just a bit sooner than expected. 

The lace she’d had to outsource but that was alright, maybe she could learn it someday. 

The rose gold findings she’d had custom made for her by a lovely BDSM jewelry company.

Balancing the soft virginal aura, with the raw sexual energy, the hard and the soft, the delicate and the rough. It had been fun. She really liked the set she’d come up with, and hoped he did too.

She also hoped he didn’t mind everyone else seeing it too.

She’d never been much for putting on a show before him, but. He brought out things in her she hadn’t known were there. It excited her.

The meeting, like most, was important, of course. But not especially so. Nothing she couldn’t intrude on. No one of real significance. Just some of his higher ups. A few guys from other families? They were coordinating… something. Very early planning stages. Feeling each other out really.

Regardless, he’d asked her to go get the good whiskey (“its scotch, Kenshi” “same shit Princess”), that she imported for him. 

So she had. It had taken a little longer than it should have, she had to change after all. Style her hair, long red-dyed locks pulled up in an artfully messy bun. Add the soft touches to her makeup, sharp fox liner and long doll lashes, flushed pink cheeks, fresh bitten pouty lips. 

She’d had her nails done yesterday. Stiletto shape, glossy white, rose gold reverse french tip and undersides. 

Not a single detail was overlooked. 

It took time, but not so much that he'd be irritated. She’d been warned he’d be calling her in, so she had time to get ready. Delayed it just long enough to build his anticipation, chip just barely at his patience. But not so long he’d be angry. It was a balance. One she was getting very good at.

She liked pushing him. His buttons.

Regardless she was ready, three bottles, carefully stacked glasses, and the chilled scotch rocks, all precisely balanced on the pretty zebra wood serving tray she’d picked out ages ago.

Herself in white, balanced on heels just that little bit taller than she usually wore, knife on her thigh, and ready to play.

This was either going to go very well, or very poorly.

But what was life without a bit of risky fun?

The sheer white lace balconette, even if it hadn’t been transparent, with the way her full breasts spilled over the half cups would have left little to the imagination. 

Neither did the low rise bikini waist on the bottoms, matching sheer delicate lace. Soft, smooth tummy on display, just like the majority of her ass in the cheeky cut back.

The soft form of her torso broken up only by the lines and straps of white leather, the rose gold rings and clasps. The harness/garter combo. The knife held in place by what acted in place of a garter belt. 

Pretty sheer white stockings with delicate seed pearls up the back seam, matching the strands she’d wrapped around her throat, dangling lazily down her back in indulgent ropes.

It was a risky piece. Nothing she’d ever worn in front of so many.

Hell it was more showy than most things she wore in private.

She was terrified and thrilled.

She knew he could hear the click of her heels well before she’d entered the door. Knew he’d be waiting for her, some quippy, rough words falling off his tongue as she opened the door.

He had his habits.

What would he think? 

What would he say? 

The anticipation was killing her.

Would he be angry with her, letting them see her like this?

Would he be proud, his bold little Princess, showing herself off?

Would he mock her? Call her foolish?

The man minding the door gaped, and she smiled, maybe a little more nervous than she’d hoped. She took a deep breath and settled her features. Wide-eyed and guileless. The picture of innocence. A face you could accuse of nothing.

One last deep breath and she nodded to the man, and the door opened, his voice drifting over her, and across the room, she met his eyes, soft pretty smile on her lips.

He cut off whatever he had been saying, and blinked at her. The room had gone quiet. She made her rounds, carefully skirting the man of the hour. Setting the bottles strategically between them, passing out glasses, and carefully dropping chilled stones into the glasses of those who nodded mutely at her. 

The shock was wearing off and she paid close attention to who’s eyes and hands were where, dodging touches and soaking up looks. Managing to very carefully avoid Kadokura-sama, while also showing off every detail and angle, the get up, the tattoo, the knife. The way she managed to just barely avoid spilling out of the top entirely, the way the soft leather straps crossed and hugged her waist and hips. 

She made her way back to the door, empty tray held behind her, keeping both her hands occupied, open servile smile on her lips.

“Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?” her tone was light, earnest, but not too eager.

So she’d practiced, sue her.

Meeting his eyes across the room again, focus on no one but him, she waited. 

Tone dry, and face the picture of annoyance, “No. Thanks. You’ve done more than enough. You can go wait for me.”

She could feel her stomach dropping and had to work at keeping the stress from showing on her face. A faux-demure bow had her nearly slipping out of the bra again, she would have, were it not for the perfect fit. 

“Of course, sir,” her voice was soft, but the words clearly spoken. She kept to the role she’d written for herself well. 

Turning, she’d nearly made it through the door frame when he spoke up again.

“Kimi.”

She froze, then shifted, the way she turned and twisted slightly to look over a shoulder at him doing wonders for her hips and ass. Doll lashes blinked at him in askance, pretty lips just barely parted.

“Don’t get changed.”

His eyes were dark, dangerous. Predatory in that way she loved so much.

The thrill of future pleasure-pain shot through her.

The look didn’t fade even as he dismissed her, attentions turning back to his men, and the meeting at hand. 

He’d make up for the delay later.

She couldn’t stop the flush the crept over her, shoulders and chest and cheeks turning softly pink.

“Oh- Yes. Sir.”

[heyhollow]

Expression sheet except it's just Micheal Going Through It TM

He deserves a little mental breakdown, as a treat

[ronniesart]

Your honor I love them. Sigh Vanessa had the Cain instinct for him before they even became a found family.

Without the text

Them individually

[hrina]

The Thrill of the Chase, Pt. I

PAIRING: Harry x Reader RATING: M WORD COUNT: 3.6k REQUESTED: no

hi! it’s been a while since i’ve posted something on here lol, i wonder if anyone still remembers me 🤕

this is PART 1 of the hunter!AU that i’ve been writing. while the story is a patreon-exclusive, my patrons gave me permission to post the first chapter here on tumblr for anyone who’s curious about the kind of content i offer on patreon. 

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~*~

Harry’s life is simple.

He performs only the essentials—wakes up and eats an apple for breakfast. Drizzles some lemon juice into his flask of water to keep his teeth healthy and clean. Shrugs on a few heavy furs. Lets Magnus outside to keep him from howling and pawing at the door. Sharpens his arrows. Knocks on the threshold of the cabin once for good luck. Goes hunting.

Upon returning, he crouches next to the firepit, laying out his kills and skinning them. He cooks one for himself—something small, like a squirrel, or a rabbit. Others, he saves for the market—fox, deer, coyote, boar. The pelts, tusks, and antlers are extremely sought-after (particularly by nobles), and often earn enough coin to carry him through the rest of the week.

He doesn’t entertain visitors, because who in their right mind would trek up the side of a mountain just to seek out one lonely hunter? Despite that, he’s come to appreciate his solitude. The silence is familiar—comfortable. Besides, Magnus proves both excellent and useful company, if the sheer volume of their kills offers any indication.

A simple life for a simple man.

Harry doesn’t need anyone else.

“Ready to go, mutt?”

He scratches behind Magnus’ droopy ears. One of the hound’s hindlegs thumps frantically in response. Harry chuckles, slinging his bow over his right shoulder and pulling open the cabin door.

“Come on, then.”

The sky is a dark, cloudy grey, and the smell of oncoming rain is unmistakable. Still, the two of them persevere, ducking past the trees at the edge of the clearing.

It’s a bad day to hunt.

With the threat of a storm looming just above the canopy, the animals have forgone their typical foraging patterns in favour of taking shelter. Harry only manages to kill a rabbit, and even then, it’s a messy shot. He usually gets them right through the eye—a quick, neat splice that results in minimal suffering. This time, however, his foot slips on a damp stone; he fumbles, and the arrow buries itself into the creature’s stomach.

“Fuck.”

The rabbit is still alive when he reaches it, its furry body heaving with shaky, uneven breaths. Harry kneels down, apologising quietly. His hand finds the scabbard strapped to his waist, and he draws a silver dagger from its depths.

He slits the poor hare’s throat just as rain begins to fall.

It’s easy work, after that. He pins the animal’s fluffy forelimbs together, tying them in place with thick, coarse rope. Magnus whimpers as Harry slides the creature’s limp body over his shoulder. He shoots the hound a tired look and shakes his head. Damp brown curls stick to his temples.

“Think that’s enough for today.”

The two of them have nearly made it back home—Harry’s boots squelch as he jumps over the small creek that flows close to the clearing—when Magnus perks up, lifting his snout and sniffing the air.

“What is it, mutt?” Harry asks.

Magnus releases a loud bark and takes off in the direction of the cabin. Harry sprints after him, one hand clutching his game while the other wraps around the leather grip of his bow.

“Magnus!” he yells.

The dog skids to a stop next to the wide trunk of a tree. He barks again and wags his tail feverishly.

Harry releases his bow, approaching with slow, cautious steps.

“What’s got you so—shit.”

You’re slumped in the mud, unconscious. Harry’s gaze rakes over your form, from your tattered blue gown to the leaves and twigs tangled in your hair. There are a few cuts littered across your face, arms, and chest. Rivulets of blood trickle down your wrist, spiderwebbing across your skin.

Magnus sticks his tongue out and pants.

“Good boy,” Harry mutters, bestowing a rugged caress atop the hound’s head.

He gathers you into his arms, paying no mind to the extra weight of your sodden dress. Your neck lolls over his bicep, sternum rising and falling with shallow, barely-there breaths. Harry carries you out of the forest and into the clearing. When he kicks open the cabin door, your eyelids flutter.

“Bear?” you mumble, lifting your head slightly. Your voice is grating, hoarse.

He looks at you. Your face contorts for only a moment before you slouch back into oblivion.

He sets you down onto the thick, woven rug splayed out in front of the hearth. He works quickly, shrugging off his furs and his game and discarding all of it without a second thought. Rain thrums against the roof, but the sound is lost amidst his heavy footsteps.

He hurries into his bedroom and pulls open the top drawer of his wooden dresser, fumbling for a glass jar and a spool of bandages. When his fingers finally make contact with the desired supplies, he darts back into the other room and kneels beside your motionless body.

He draws his dagger again, gripping the intricate material of your gown and slicing through it. Your corset proves far more challenging, practically embedded into your skin. He sets his knife aside, not willing to risk it. Instead, he hooks his fingers beneath the top of the girdle, rough knuckles brushing against your soft bosom. With a mighty tug, the structured fabric splits under his palms.

He screws open the lid on the jar and dips his thumb inside. The salve is sticky, viscous, and smells faintly of lavender. He smears it across your scrapes before inspecting your wrist.

The flesh is slashed and bloodied—how did you acquire such an injury? Canines? Claws? Harry uses the frayed edges of your dress to clean the mess. He then unwinds a few bindings from their roll, expertly bandaging your wound.

Once he’s finished, he sits back on his haunches, expelling a stale breath. His work is far from over—he needs to wash you, to scrub off all the dirt and grime staining your skin. He’ll go down to the creek with a cloth, he thinks, and saturate it with cool water. He’ll pick the leaves and branches out of your hair, and cover you in spare furs to keep you warm. He’ll prepare a hot meal so that you may eat when you wake. You’ll be ravenous, certainly.

These thoughts whirl around in his head, along with the realisation that you might expire here, lying on an old rug in the middle of a stranger’s secluded home. Still, he watches your chest rise, swelling with proof of your vitality. The sight puts him at ease.

Harry aims a cursory glance over his shoulder. Magnus is stationed at the door, wet snout resting on the ground. The dog gazes at your limp body with big, solemn eyes, as though he somehow understands the severity of the situation.

“Don’t worry, mutt,” Harry tells him, knees shuffling against the floor. “I won’t let her die.”

~*~

Three days pass.

Harry curtails the duration of his hunts. He kills only the essentials: a hare or a squirrel, something small enough to cook over the fire. He has enough coin saved up from his previous trades to last him another few trips to the market.

Every morning, he prepares a simple, homely meal for you should you wake. When you do not, he eats the food in your place—he’ll be damned if it goes to waste.  

On the fourth day, he carries a bowl of soup into his room. He’s expecting to see you tucked into his bed, still unconscious. Instead, you’re alert, sitting upright and studying your surroundings. The furs that previously covered your body now pool around your waist, exposing your naked chest. When you catch sight of Harry lingering in the doorway, you gasp, fumbling for the pelts and clutching them to your sternum.

“You’re up,” he says gruffly, stepping through the threshold.

You scramble back, eyes widening in fear. He pauses.

You’re afraid, he realises, tilting his head to the side. This may be more difficult than he initially thought.

“Soup,” he says slowly, holding out the small clay bowl in his hands. “You need to eat.”

“Who are you?” you ask. Your voice is patchy and frail. “Where am I?”

He sets the dish down onto his dresser before shooting you a stern, expectant look.

“Eat.”

Upon exiting the room, he strains his ears and listens carefully. The creak of a loose floorboard—you’ve climbed out of bed. The sound of nimble footsteps pattering across the ground—you’re moving toward the door. And finally, the quiet scrape of clay against wood, indicating that your hunger has prevailed.

He nods to himself.

You’re not dead. That’s a start.

~*~

That evening, Harry is perched next to the firepit outside the cabin. The orange sun crawls down the horizon, kissing the tops of the trees. He basks in the warmth, knowing that it will soon be eradicated by the cool chill of nightfall.

He fiddles with the spit poised above the flames. He caught another rabbit, today. The creature’s fur is laid out across the grass, scrubbed clean of blood. The rest of it cooks over the fire, darkening with each passing minute.

A faint creak reaches Harry’s ears. He perks up, glancing at the door.

You hover just beyond the threshold, leaning nervously against the strong wooden beams. Harry relaxes and turns back around. He uses a long stick to poke at the charred logs; the kindling pops, and a few embers float into the air.

“What are you doing?” Your inquiry is soft, shaky.

His reply is curt: “Dinner.”

You approach warily, bare feet treading through the grass. When you spot the hunk of meat roasting over the flames, a feeble gasp tumbles from your lips.

“That’s barbaric.”

Harry rubs his palms against his thighs. “That’s sustenance.”

He stands, and you retreat. His attention then falls to your torso. You’ve covered yourself with the furs from his room; they hang just past the swell of your bottom, rendering you exceptionally vulnerable. Goosebumps crop up on your bare thighs, visible in the golden light of the sunset.

He hums. “You need clothes.”

You look down at the ground.

“That would be nice,” you whisper at last.

He merely grunts in response.

You follow him back inside, albeit from a distance. He strolls into his bedroom, pausing in front of a large trunk shoved against the far wall. Twin latches click open, and he begins rifling through its contents. After a few moments of silence, he produces a pale linen shirt and a pair of dark leather trousers.

“Here,” he says.

He dumps the fabric into your arms. You huff in surprise, instinctively relinquishing your hold on the pelts covering your body. They fall to the floor in a heap, exposing every inch of your skin.

An embarrassed squeak echoes in the back of your throat. Harry averts his eyes, staring pointedly up at the ceiling.

“Put those on,” he murmurs.

You nod quickly, sidestepping his broad frame. Now that you’re no longer in his line of sight, he lowers his gaze. Part of him wonders if he should say something else, but he decides against it. His legs carry him forward, and he disappears through the door.

~*~

You emerge from the bedroom a short while later, smoothing your hands over your hair in an attempt to look a bit more presentable. Harry resists the urge to tell you that here, in the mountains, appearances are hardly significant. He doesn’t own a mirror—such luxuries can only be afforded by the rich.

His clothes are too big on you, but that was to be expected. You’ve rolled up the sleeves of his linen shirt and cuffed the brown leather trousers so that they cinch at your ankles. You’re anxious, incisors gnawing on your bottom lip and eyes darting around the clearing, like you’re waiting for a monster to burst forth from the bushes.

“Here.”

Harry cuts a sliver of meat from the cooked rabbit carcass resting on the spit. You sit down on a wide, round tree stump as he holds the food out in your direction.

At first, he thinks that you may vomit. Fortunately, though, he finds himself mistaken. After a long moment of deliberation, you accept the protein, bringing it up to your nose and sniffing it warily.

“It’s good,” he rasps, slicing off another strip for himself. “Rabbit—all white meat.”

He pops the piece into his mouth and chews. Slowly, you copy him, sighing happily as newfound flavour erupts over your tongue. You waste no time, then, impatiently shoving the rest of the meat into your mouth.

Harry’s lips twitch.

“Thank you,” you say after swallowing.

He simply nods. The two of you continue to eat in silence, grinding the remnants of supper between your teeth.

Eventually, your curiosity overwhelms you.

“What’s you name?” you ask, timid.

Harry sits back, wiping his dagger with the hem of his cotton shirt.

“Harry.”

“And how did you find me, Harry?”

A low chuckle resonates in the back of his throat.

“Wasn’t exactly hard. You were lying in a puddle of mud not far from here.”

Your lips part. “How long have I been asleep?”

“Three days.”

“Three days?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t remember any of it,” you say softly, playing with your fingers. You hesitate before elaborating: “But I—I remember seeing your face. I thought you were a bear.”

He recalls that day, how you lifted your head weakly and uttered the word before sinking back into unconsciousness. It led him to believe that you’d been attacked. Your side of the story, however, proves much more entertaining.

“Well,” he says, exhaling brusquely, “I’m not.”

You examine him with big, tender eyes. He shifts awkwardly under the intensity of your gaze.

“No,” you finally agree. “You’re not.”

He swallows and flips the conversation around.

“Who are you?”

You stiffen, caught off-guard.

“That is…hardly relevant.”

“Perhaps,” Harry says. “But it is fair.”

When you don’t reply, he continues.

“You’re a lady, aren’t you?” he guesses. “A duchess. Your gown was too pretty to have belonged to a commoner.”

“My gown?” You perk up at the mention of the dress. “Where is it?”

“Gone. I tore through it.”

You gasp. “Why on earth would you do that?”

“It was the only way to keep you alive,” he says simply. “Your corset was impeding your ability to breathe.”

“My corset…” you mutter, mostly to yourself. You grimace after registering the implications of his words, thoroughly scandalized. “So, you—you—?”

“Yes. I had to.”

“God,” you choke out, covering your mouth. “How dare you? You should have just—!”

“Let you die?”

His query successfully squashes your disapproval; your lips flatten into a thin line, and you say nothing else. Harry watches the creases in your forehead dwindle as you realise that he’s right. You fiddle with the collar of your shirt, turning to the side and regaining your composure.

“Thank you,” you finally murmur, trying to hide your face from his piercing stare, “for not letting me die.”

He grunts. “You’re welcome.”

Brief silence ensues. A light breeze blows through the clearing, tousling the curls atop Harry’s head. The gust is enough to extinguish the last few flames frolicking over the kindle, until glowing embers are all that remain.

“I am a lady,” you suddenly add, though you refuse to meet his eyes. “But not a duchess.”

Harry leans forward, prodding at the residual ash in the firepit.

“What were you doing in the woods?”

You tinker with the bandages wrapped around your injured wrist.

“I was to be wed,” you confess, peeking up at him. “But I—I could not bear to go through with it. One should not marry for duty, but rather—”

“For love?”

You pause at his intrusion, lips parted in surprise.

“Yes,” you breathe. “For love.”

Your gazes lock. He clears his throat, breaking the contact quickly.

“You ran away, then.”

It’s not a question. You nod, and he hums.

“What is it?” you ask, brows knitting together.

“Nothing. It’s just…I may find good fortune in this situation.”

“How so?”

He shrugs. “Any man with sense would carry you down this peak, deliver you back to your family, and collect a hefty reward.”

Though he’s not looking at you, he can tell that you’ve recoiled.

“Please don’t,” you whisper.

He examines your face in the periphery of his vision. Your eyes glisten with unshed tears.

Just then, Magnus races out of the cabin, his tail wagging eagerly behind him. He trots over to you, sniffing your shoulder and releasing a high-pitched whine. You use one hand to swipe hastily at your cheeks; the other migrates to his head, tickling his floppy ears.

Harry watches the interaction unfold, completely stunned.

“He—he likes you.”

You glance over at him, still wary of his previous threat.

“I suppose he does,” you say quietly.

Magnus paws at your thighs. You direct your attention back to the keen bloodhound, pressing a feathery kiss to the tip of his wet nose.

Harry blinks a few times, trying to pinpoint the reason for his mutt’s newfound behaviour. At first, he wonders if his eyes are simply playing tricks on his brain. Yet with each flutter of his lids, the sight before him only seems to solidify.

“He doesn’t usually take well to strangers,” he mumbles.

When you don’t respond, he clenches his jaw tightly. Countless thoughts zoom through his head, spinning like wheels, tangling like thread.

Any man with sense would carry you down this peak, deliver you back to your family, and collect a hefty reward.

Harry is not a sensible man.

~*~

The three of you retreat indoors when the last shards of sunlight fade from the sky. Magnus circles the large woven rug poised in front of the hearth. Eventually, he collapses onto the mat, his snout drooping over his front paws. You stretch your arms into the air and yawn gently.

Harry is the last one to enter the cabin; he shuts the door behind him.

“Thank you again for dinner,” you say lightly.

You spin around and nearly crash into the hard barrier of his chest. Reflexively, his hands fly up to grasp your biceps, steadying you. He peers down at your face in the darkness, his thoughtful gaze tracing the contours of your cheeks. Your eyes are wide, lips split apart as you suck in air.

“Sorry,” you say, frozen in place.

He only grunts, releasing your arms and stepping away.

Your attention lingers on him as he approaches a wide pile of furs stacked into the corner of the room. He’s been sleeping on the makeshift cot for the past three nights, and though his back is always sore the next morning, he has yet to find a better alternative.

“What are you…?” You hesitate, rethinking your question. “What is that?”

“My bed.”

“Do you…always sleep there?”

“No,” he rasps, lowering himself onto the thick pelts. “I prefer to sleep in my room.”

He shoots you a pointed look, and you frown when the realisation sinks in.

“We—we can switch,” you say, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “I don’t want to impose.”

“No.”

“I insist.” You try again.

“As do I.”

You clamp your mouth shut, unsure of how to respond. Magnus has already dozed off—his soft snores filter through the heavy silence hanging over your heads.

“He’s lovely,” you suddenly say, referring to the quiescent hound. “Well-trained, too.”

“I won’t take credit for that,” Harry grumbles, rubbing his palms against his thighs. “He was a palace dog.”

You blink. “W-what?”

“A palace dog,” he repeats. “I found him alone in the woods after a hunt. His leg was broken—the guards left him there to die.”

“That’s awful.”

He hums in agreement.

“You took him in, then,” you say. When he nods, you add, “It seems that you have a knack for nursing others back to health.”

He doesn’t reply.

“The hunts—” you start, chewing nervously on your bottom lip. “Do they…occur frequently?”

“Why do you ask?” Harry says. His shoulders wobble with a hollow chuckle. “Are you afraid of being caught?”

You inhale sharply, and he realises that yes, you are.

“No,” he says, shaking his head. Subconsciously, his voice drops an octave, taking on a soothing quality. “They don’t come around often. And even if they did, I doubt that a single runaway lady would be of much concern.”

You blow out a relieved sigh, though the uneasy expression on your face never wanes.

“You’re probably right.”

A few hushed seconds draw out, during which neither of you speak. Your bare feet shuffle clumsily against the cold floor. You appear to be waiting for some sort of cue—a sound, a gesture, anything.

“Er—” Harry breaks the peace, cocking one eyebrow. “I sleep naked.”

“Oh.”

The exclamation is unbelievably breathless. Your throat bobs amidst a difficult swallow, and you totter back.

“Of course,” you stammer. “I’ll just—”

With a trembling hand, you motion toward the entrance of his bedroom.

He nods wordlessly.

“Right,” you mumble, retreating. “Goodnight, then…Bear.”

At that, he pauses. Your cheeks twitch with a feeble smile, but you don’t comment on the sweetness of the simple endearment.

Harry remains completely still as you scurry into his room. He sits there for a prolonged moment after the door shuts, trying to make sense of his thoughts. Your features have been stamped onto the backs of his eyelids, practically seared into the skin.

At last, warm air spills past his lips, and he allows himself to utter the low, relentless reply pulling at his tongue.

“Goodnight.”

[aconfusedkitten]

his dark materials au where you have your soulmate’s daemon on your skin like a living tattoo. and maybe they’re meant to be your lover, the one who’s made to be yours, and maybe they’re meant to be the family you’ve never had. 

if your soulmate’s daemon hasn’t settled yet, then their shape changes on your skin. sometimes there’s a bird on your shoulder, and others there’s a moth on your wrist or a fox on your back, because if they haven’t settled yet, then why should your mark? 

if they’ve settled, then maybe you’ve gotten a glimpse into a person’s soul, before you’ve even laid eyes on them. maybe a snake daemon means they’re resourceful, or a badger daemon being hardworking. or maybe they’re nothing like they should be, because life isn’t always easy to guess.

~~~

lyra’s always had too many marks, three of them to be exact, and she already knows one of them. roger, of course, is the closest thing to family she’s got, so of course salcilia has a place on her skin, a mink running across her shoulders. the others though, she has no way of knowing. 

there’s a hare that tends to sit on her wrist, her paw on lyra’s wrist. 

it’s not one of her parents, and it’s not anyone at jordan college, so sometimes, lyra likes to stroke her fingers across the hare’s back, and think about who they could be. maybe they’re diligent, she thinks, or maybe they’re swift, quick on their feet just as lyra is. none of that matters though, because regardless of anything a hare could tell about them, lyra can’t wait to meet them.

the other mark, however, is unusual, even by her standards. a simple, black print, shaped in the pattern of a bear’s paw, resting on the small of her back. this one, lyra knows, to be that of an armored bear. 

soulmarks are different for different types of people, and everyone knows this. 

humans like her have their soulmates daemon forever with them, always there to comfort them, and they say that the witches give up their marks when they part with their own daemon. so why can’t bears have their own way? what’s to say that a bear can’t leave a mark on a human’s soul?

years pass, and lyra thinks she understands soulmates. 

thinks that she knows all that she can, all that there is to learn, because she’s travelled from her world to the next, and to the towering city in between them. now she knows that humans are marked with their soulmate’s daemon because that means family, and that witches lose their marks, but not their soulmates, and that when bears find the one for them, they carve their mark into their armor. 

she was wrong.

she was wrong and lyra wants to cry, to shout, to scream. because the hare, who’s name was hester and had an amazing human called lee, who was kind and comforting and always there when she needed them, is crumbling into dust. 

golden eyes blink up at her, bright and warm and everything lyra wants to, no, needs to get back to. but then the hare is gone. 

lyra thought she knew everything there was about the marks painted across her body, but that’s not true in the slightest, and all that’s left is gold, a constellation forever scattered across her wrist. 

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Danganronpa anthro AU designs

*Note! All designs are additions to the canon designs.*

THH

Sayaka- Black Panther-Panther ears and tail, with dark navy blue fur for hair. Her legs resemble a panther's back legs. She has oviod pupils, like a cat’s. Her hands have retractable claws. Her teeth are unusually sharp.

Mukuro- Praying Mantis- Her two praying mantis arms come up over her shoulders, and hang down over her human arms. She has two fully working insect legs growing out of her back, and her legs are more insectiod then human. She has mandibles that come out in front of her mouth.

Leon- Peacock (phoenix colours)- He has peacock tail feather that stick up in front of his hair (which also seems to be feathers), as well as protruding from his lower back. His hands seem to be taloned, and he has two fully functioning wings growing out of his back.

Chihiro- Robin- Chihiro has grey feathers mixed in with brown feather for hair, and two fully functional wings. They do have red feathers on their chest, but they are not usually seen. Their legs are similar to a robin's. Their hands are not taloned.

Mondo- Grey wolf- Mondo still has his usual pompadour, but his hair has a texture similar to wolf fur, as well as the black coloured hair continuing down to his lower back. He has a wolf's ears and tail, and his legs are similar to a wolf's hind legs. He has claws on his hands. His teeth are sharper then normal.

Kiyotaka- Great Horned Owl- Kiyotaka has stiff black feathers for hair, with two prominent clusters of feather that stick up above his ears, resembling horns. He has no wings, only stumps, and wears special goggles of his own design to help him see. His legs are identical to an owls, and his hands are taloned.

Hifumi- Sloth bear- Hifumi has thick, shaggy fur for hair, that covers his arms, legs, and back as well. He has bear ears, and his hands have claws. He has mildly sharper teeth.

Celestia- Black Widow-Celestia has four arachnid arms that arc out of her back, in addition to lond, spidly arms and legs. Her black widow mark is on her back, though she draws a replica on her cheek. She has eight eyes, divided into two groups, as if she had binocular vision. She has sharp fangs that in fact can administer venom, and spinnerttes.

Sakura- Spirit Bear- Sakura has smooth, almost silky fur instead of hair, that covers almost all of her body besides her face. She has bear ears, and sharp teeth. Her hands have claws, and her legs resemble a bear's back legs.

Aoi- Axolotl- Aoi has gills that stick out of the side of her head, and her skin has a slight pinkish hue.

Yasuhiro- Mole- Yasuhiro has thick, course hair instead of hair, that continues down his back. His eyes are closed most of the time, because he has bad eyesight and doesn't really feel the need to open them. His face is slightly elongated. He has claws on his hands.

Toko- Weasel- Toko has flowing, silky brown fur in place of hair. Her teeth are slightly sharper then normal, and her hands have claws. She has the ears and tail of a weasel. She is a little taller then she normally is, and has a slightly elongated face.

Byakuya- Lion- Byakuya has a golden mane in place of hair, that continues a little down his back. He has the ears and tail of a lion. He has sharper teeth then usual, and his hands have claws. His legs resemble the back legs of a lion.

Kyoko- Snowy Owl- Kyoko has purplish white feathers instead of hair, that run down her back. Her eyes are quite large. She has talons on her hands,and her legs resemble an Owl's legs

Makoto- Common Mouse- Makoto has stiff, coarse fur instead of hair. He has the ears and tail of a mouse. His front teeth are somewhat longer then the rest of his teeth. His hands have small claws on them.

Junko- King Cobra-Junko's pigtails are now a pinkish yellowish king cobra hood. She has reptilian eyes,and a long, sweeping tail. A cluster of sandy coloured scales cover the top left side of her face. She has fangs that can administer venom.

SDR2 Ultimate Imposter- Chameleon-His hair is more crest-like, and is very scaly. Scales cover his entire body, and while normally they are peachy they change colour often. He has a chameleon's tail.

Teruteru- Raccoon-He has the racoon's signature mask, but in his case that is were the fur is confined. His hair feels more like human hair. He has raccoon ears and a tail, and small claws at the ends of his fingers.

Mahiru- Coyote- Mahiru has coarse reddish-brown fur for hair, and it also found on her arms and legs. Her legs do resemble a coyote's hind legs. She has coyote ears and tail. Her teeth are slightly sharper and longer then usual, and she has claws on her hands.

Peko- Rattlesnake-Peko has fangs that can administer venom. She has no tail, and her rattles are protrusions on her wrists. Her face, lower arms, and upper legs are all covered in gray, white, black and red scales.

Ibuki- Nightingale-Ibuki has blue-black feathers for hair that cascade down her back. Her legs are quite like a Nightingale's, but she has human feet which is quite odd. Her arms also resemble Nightingale legs, yet she has human hands, which is even odder. Her hands have talons.

Hiyoko- Chinchilla- Hiyoko has yellowish-gray chinchilla fur for hair, but it is limited to there. She has chinchilla ears and a tail, and her hands have small claws.

Mikan- Jackrabbit- Milan's silky hair resembles purple rabbit fur. She has two long ears, and a cotton tail that is usually hidden. Her fur is limited to her hair. Her legs are exactly like a jackrabbits. She has small claws her hands.

Nekomaru- Ox-Nekomaru has tough, coarse, black ox hair on his head, which continues down his back, and on his arms. He has Ox horns, ears, and tail. His legs closely resemble an Ox's hind legs.

Gundham- Tarantula-Gundham has eight black eyes. His hair is tough and spikey, and it can coke off as a defence mechanism. He has four fully functional tarantula legs.

Nagito- Shrew-Nagito has soft white fur instead of hair, and his legs resemble the hind legs of a shrew. He also has the rare and tail of a shrew. He doesn't need to eat constantly, because his body is bigger and more humanoid, but he has a peculiar apatite.

Chiaki- Sloth-Chiaki has pinkish, soft fur for hair, and has some brown fur on her face over her eyes. She does have long claws on her hands, and her arms and legs are also covered in pinkish fur. She has the ears of a sloth, but slightly better reflexes.

Sonia- Arctic fox-Sonia has soft, fluffy white fur for hair, as well as on her neck, chest, and part of her back. Her legs are like the back legs of an arctic fox, and she has the ears and tail of an arctic fox as well. She has slightly sharp teeth.

Akane- Lemur- Akane has normal human hair, but rather big eyes, and claws on her hands. She also has the ears and tail of a lemur.

Fuyuhiko- Goose- Fuyuhiko has goldishs grey feather for hair that lay quite flat to his head. The feathers also go down his neck, and over his arms. He has two functioning goose wings sticking out of his back, and his legs are exactly like a goose's.

Kazuichi- Octopus- Has human hair, but also has those Gilly things octopi have. Four functioning octopus arms come out of his back, and his hands and feet have suction cups on them. He has a peculiar lung set up, similar to an amphibian's, to allow him the breathe on land.

Hajime- Red ant-Hajime has mandibles that come out in front of his mouth, as well as two fully functioning insectiod legs coming out of his back. He also has a pair of antennae.

V3

Rantaro-Monarch Butterfly-Rantaro has a set of working butterfly wings protruding from his back, as well as antennae. He has black and white speckles all over his skin.

Kaede- Maltese- Kaede has the ears and tail of the Maltese dog breed. She has blonde, fluffy fur in place of hair, and legs that resemble the back legs of a dog. She has slightly sharp teeth.

Ryoma- Ferret-Ryoma is very slightly taller then he usually is, and has no noticible ears or hair because of that gosh darn hat, but has a ferret tail, and striped fur on his arms and legs. He also has kinda sharp teeth.

Kirumi- Grizzly bear-Kirumi has rough, grey fur for hair, but the fur does not appear any wears else on her body. She has bear ears, claws, and sharp teeth.

Angie- Romanov butterfly-Angie has beautiful black, red and white patterned wings, and her skin is speckled with white, black and red, similar to a Jackson Pollock painting. She also has antennae.

Tenko- Tiger-Tenko has human hair, but her face, arms, and legs are covered in fine orange and black striped fur. She has retractable claws on her hands and feet, and sharp teeth.

Korekiyo- Brown Recluse- Korekiyo has four arachnid legs coming out of his back. His arms and legs seem quite arachnid like as well. While you can't see them, he has fangs that can administer venom.

Mui- Snowshoe Hare-Miu has two long, erect ears, and a little cotton tail. He legs are exactly like a Snowshoe year's back legs, but she will kick you if you make fun of her feet.

Gonta- Hercules beetle- Gonta has a hard shell covering his head and back, and two large horn-like protrusions on the "helmet" of his shell. He has two instectiod arms coming out of his back.

Kokichi- Corn snake-Kokichi has yellow, brown, and red scales covering his face and arms. He has no legs, just a snake tail. He has fangs, but is nonvenomous. Do not believe him if he says otherwise.

Kaito- lynx- Kaita has two lynx ears and a lynx tail, and well as sharp teeth, and claws at the end of his hands. He has brownish fur on his arms and legs.

K1-B0- No animal, but programmed to mimic others-Same as canon K1-B0

Tsumugi- Nano chameleon-Tsumugi is quite similar to Ultimate Imposter, except she has human hair and is smaller.

Maki- Vampire bat- Making has the large ears and echolocation skills of a bat. She has long fangs, and her arms behave in the same way as bat wings do. She has brown fur down her chest, and arms.

Himiko- Bobcat- Himiko has soft, light cream fur on her face, and reddish fur for hair. She has sharp teeth, claws on her hands, and her legs are like the hind legs of a bobcat. She also has a bobcat's ears and tail.

Shuichi- British Shorthair- Shuichi has grey-blue fur for hair, and the ears and tail of a cat.

UDG

Monaca- Panda bear- Monaca has the panda marking on her skin, and has black panda ears.

Masaru- Bull-Marsaru has short, flat brown fur on his arms, legs, and back, as well as small horns, and hoofs.

Nagisa- Monkey-Nagisa has money ears and a monkey tail, and hand-like feet.

Jataro- Hermit crab-Jataro has beady black eyes, and a large shell he can fit his entire body in. Pitchers come up over his shoulders, and her has two crab-like legs coming out of his back.

Kotoko- Hummingbird-Kotoko has a pair of hummingbird wings, and her hair is comprised entirely of pink feathers. Her legs are like a humming bird's legs.

Komaru- Common Rat-Komaru has the ears and tail of a rat.

Others:

Jin- Barn Owl-Jin has purple feathers for hair, large eyes, and legs that resemble a barn owl's legs.

Takaaki- Great Horned Owl-similar to his son, the only difference being that Takaaki does not wear goggles.

Takemitchi- Husky-Takemitchi has black and white fur covering almost all of his body, sharp teeth, the ears and tail of a husky, and legs that resemble the back legs of a husky.

[volkswagonblues]

!!! So I was browsing my local bookstore today to buy my mum a birthday present, when I happened on this book Inuit Prints – Japanese Inspiration. It’s about how one Canadian artist travelled to Japan in 1958 to study woodprinting, and and then he brought back what he learned+specialised materials and papers from Japan to the Inuit artists in Cape Dorset. 

From the intro:

“Over the spring and summer of 1959 the Cape Dorset studio blossomed. Buoyed by the artistic and technical possibilities seen in the Japanese prints (not to mention the tantalizing spark of public interest after the first Winnipeg sale), the Inuit printmakers began producing more technically sophisticated, larger and more aesthetically accomplished prints. They were inspired by the powerful and expressive sumizuri (black ink prints on white paper) by Un’ichi Hiratsuka and Shikō Munakata, the flowing colours in Kichiemon Okamura’s kappazuri prints, and the creative use of negative shape (unprinted surface) in Yoshitoshi Mori’s works. 

Yet the Cape Dorset printmakers did not slavishly imitate Japanese artists. Endlessly inventive bricoleurs, they selectively borrowed from their far-flung sources, adapting and modifying the practices, tools, techniques and stylistic elements that best reinforced their own aesthetic and cultural values. Perhaps most importantly, the first five Inuit printmakers—Osuitok Ipeelee, Iyola Kingwatsiak, Eegyvudluk Pootoogook, Kananginak Pootoogook and Lukta Qiatsuk—actively improvised and adapted along the way. Their determination, resourcefulness, willingness to experiment and ability to absorb remarkably cosmopolitan influences are a testament to their creativity, imagination and self-confidence. These qualities have been hallmarks of the Cape Dorset studio for over five decades.” (”Introduction”, Dr. Norman Vorano)

I mean, this is super relevant to my niche interest of writing more Southern Water Tribe fic in ATLA (the coming sequel to my role reversal AU!), but I think it’s cool regardless. See, this is the kind of worldbuilding stuff I like to see in fiction: life has shown over and over again that culture isn’t and never was a pure monolith, people learn from each other all the time! and it’s so cool to see an East Asian influence on Inuit print, because I’ve noticed before that some Haida art (pacific northwest) look like old ink prints in Chinese art. Idk! Shapes and colour and art are cool!

(photo #2 is “Woman Scraping Skin”, 1958, by Joseph Pootoogook, btw.)

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[ID: three photos, photo 1 shows a book cover with a woodblock print in blue  of a snowy owl and a polar bear cub. Photo 2 shows a woodblock print of an Inuit woman scraping hair off a hide with her ulu, a crescent moon-shaped knife. Photo 3 shows a print of an owl, a fox, and a hare in stylized bubbles. The print is coloured in black, white, and yellow with decorative splotches on the side. End ID]

[corvichor]

I may be a little (very) late to the party, but in regards to Ava’s Demon - while I’ve seen much discussion on which character is which fairy tale, I haven’t really seen anyone equate the characters with the fairy tales from the Titan Tales book? (Nevermind. I was being stupid and using ‘fairy tales’ rather than ‘titan tales’ in my search phrase.) SO. Here it is. 

The Little Merling

The Little Merling (The Little Mermaid) is, fairly obviously, Gil, what with his connection to Nevy and the sea (and also his homoerotic dream). I’m somewhat certain that the Sea Witch in this case will end up being Nevy, while the Prince (for the moment) is either Odin (who is an Actual Prince, apparently) or Olai (who, being Odin’s brother, is also probably an Actual Prince). I’m not very certain about the casting of the Prince (I suspect that it may end up being a character we haven’t seen yet), but we do have a rather limited cast, so Odin/Olai it is, for the time being. The reason I named Olai at all is because there seems to be some very obvious hinting at a relationship between Ava and Odin, so depending on which version of the fairy tale you follow, it could go down in two ways. Also, what struck me most about the Odin in Gil’s dream were his rings - which bear much resemblance to the rings we see on another Arrow’s hands.

Happy Ending - Odin is eventually substituted for Olai, once Gil and Olai meet, and then they live happily every after. The end. 

Probably the more likely ending - Odin (The Prince) and Ava (The Other Girl) get together, and Gil (The Merling), turns to sea foam (or a “monster of failure”). Of our current characters, he and Maggie are currently the most likely to fail their pacts. The more obvious choice would be Maggie, considering that she currently has a pact, but Gil (whose pact may or may not end up revolving around Paradise - which probably doesn’t exist), feels like another likely option for a failed pact (and also the failure I would personally prefer to see).

Beauty and the Titan

Beauty and the Titan (Beauty and the Beast), through process of elimination, is Maggie (seeing as she is literally in possession of a rose). The Beast in this case would be Maggie, with her desire for love and affection (and also Odin’s equating of her to a monster (and her visceral reaction to it) in Chapter Two). The casting of the other characters is currently unclear. Seeing as the original Beauty and the Beast was influenced by the Greek myth Eros and Psyche, and I have seen some relating of Eros and Psyche to the Star Host, the cast of characters for Maggie’s fairy tale may still be incomplete, so I’ll leave my speculation here for now. 

I have also seen speculation of Maggie’s fairy tale potentially being Snow White, with the seven flowers for the seven dwarfs, but several very central aspects of Snow White’s fairy tale do not line up with Maggie’s story. Her appearance - skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood, hair as black as ebony (or the night, depending on which version you read), apples, and a death-like sleep. While Maggie has been depicted with apples in official art, she has yet to appear with apples in the actual story, nor has sleep been a major theme. I am personally of the opinion that if Snow White does happen to be a fairy tale referenced in Ava’s Demon, Snow White may be Magpie Arrow instead, or another one of the Arrow siblings. I have no evidence to support this, but I’d like it to be true. 

The Wolf and the Fox

The Wolf and the Fox is Odin. He has often been symbolised as a fox, and his story seems to mesh with that of the Fox in the fairy tale rather well. It might be worth noting, at this point, that the title of this fairy tale has not been changed by TITAN, whereas the title of every other fairy tale has. This may have to do with the fact that the other three hosts so far have been raised in TITAN’s ideology, where Odin has not. It may have a deeper meaning. It may also simply be that the title bears no changing. It is unclear, at this point. Moving on - the Wolf in this fairy tale is Olai. The relationship between the Wolf and the Fox in the fairy tale mirrors the relationship between Olai and Odin in the story. Odin (the Fox) is the weaker of the two, relating to Odin’s standing in his own family, wherein he is ranked below his own younger sisters. Odin’s mission, assigned to him by Olai (the Wolf), is to retrieve a Vessel. This is the first ‘errand’ we’ve seen so far, but according to the fairy tale, Olai will fail where Odin succeeds. Perhaps Olai will fail to enlist the help of the Vessels, after Odin has brought them to Aedinfell. Perhaps some event will happen in the story wherein Odin succeeds his brother as head of the family. Only time will tell.

A Follower’s Adventures in Titanland

A Follower’s Adventures in TItanland (Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland (and Through the Looking Glass)) is Ava, which has been officially confirmed through the Ava in Wonderland AU. I won’t cast the characters, seeing as there is already an official list. The imagery present in Alice in Wonderland - the whimsical, fantastical madness - is reflected in Ava’s own mindscape, in the bizarrely childish drawers and toys. There have also been several visual references to Alice in Wonderland in the story, most notably the references to Alice meeting the Caterpillar, referenced in Ava’s meetings with Wrathia in her mindscape, and also her encounter with Odin after the Limbo Lenses fiasco in Chapter Eight.

Alice’s ‘Drink me’ bottles are also reflected in Wrathia’s potions - catalysts of change. While Alice merely changed shape and size, Ava changed entirely, in a release of bottled rage. The constant theme of Alice not being Right, not fitting in - being too big or too small - is also reflected in Ava’s story, being an outcast and a loner. While there is an official character list for the Ava in Wonderland AU, their functions change within the story itself - Odin changes from the White Rabbit (when Ava follows him onto the ship at the start of the story) to the Caterpillar (in the scene depicted above) to the March Hare (the Mad Hatter’s companion, wherein he shares food with Maggie (who according to the official cast, is the Mad Hatter)). Ava herself changes from Alice to the Red Queen during her rampage as Wrava, where she beheaded several guards. 

None of the analysis here is very in-depth, considering that I am probably not the only person who has done this, and also the fact that I am not in the mood for writing entire essays on this speculation, but - here it is, nevertheless. 

[lokomotives]

A bit more on the Mylings in the HuldreKlaus au

I’ve decided that the kids/Mylings that Jesper accidentally adopts are a mixture of traditional Nordic Mylings and a little bit of Irish fae. The kids have animal features that most of them developed postmortem (they are technically spirits after all), which are based on the fauna of Scandinavia. I have around seven so far (there is an eighth I will keep secret) and here they are:

Airi : First of the mylings that Jesper meets. He sees her in the streets one night, naked as the day she was born, and rushes her to Alva’s house in case she froze to death. Misheard Jesper asking her “Are you ok?” and assumed “Airi” was her new name. Our dear postman was only supposed to hold onto her for a few days while the community tried to locate her parents. After a week passed with no sign of anyone claiming her; Jesper joked “Looks like I’m keeping you” - which Airi (and the entirety of the Fae) considered a binding adoption. Understands rudimentary Sami - is initially only able to communicate with Mogens and Alva as her translators. Is a good friend of Margu and enjoys snow sports. Has dark hair and olive skin,  with the features of a little auk; feathered tail and back, underdeveloped wings, and talons.

Jerika : Very demanding and a wee bit spoiled. Simply walked into the post office one day and declared Jesper to be her new guardian. Claims to have been a princess in life - claims have yet to be disputed. Gray hair and eyes. Has the features of an Arctic hare; bent knees, fur, and ears. Comparisons of her spoiled behaviour to Jesper’s have been made - Jesper writes an apology letter to his dad.

Giselheid/”Heidi”  : A big softie. Heidi was found wandering an ice flat when Klaus came across her. She mistook him for a polar bear and tried to run away, falling into the ice water instead. After Klaus saved her from drowning, he brought her to his cabin to warm up. Heidi then asked if Klaus was her new Papa - Klaus started crying and confirmed yes if she wanted to. She did. Enjoys wood carving but doesn’t like painting the toys. Appears the most human of the Mylings; having white hair, dark skin, but also polar cub paws.

Johannes/”Hanne”  : Originally nicknamed “Dad Jr” due to being the eldest of the Mylings and his protective nature. Met Jesper at the post office, demanding answers where his “herd” (the other Mylings) were. Brown shaggy hair that covers his eyes, and ruddy skin. Has a highland cattle’s tail, ears, and developing horns. Appears to be part Huldre. Tries to be the “man of the house” even when Jesper is there. Frequently head-butts people (mostly Jesper) in the stomach if he is annoyed. Secretly Grandpa Johannes favorite.

Lykke : Burned as a witch after claiming to see ghostly figures in the forest. Is terrified of humans and bites people when scared. Discovered playing among Alva’s class during recess one day. When Alva tried to ask who she was, Lykke bounded off; exposing her tail. Spends the start of the story semi-feral. Eventually comes to stay with Jesper after a bad incident happens. Part Huldre; has a divot in her back with the skin appearing to be made of burnt wood. Flaming red hair and brown eyes gets her frequently mistaken for an Ellingboe. Is based more off of the Swedish Skogsrå, in that she has an arctic fox’s tail and ears.

Marwin/“Skipper” : Oceanic myling. Was found inside the stomach of a Greenland shark by Mogens, who nicknamed him. Oblivious to danger and frequently attempts to return to the ocean despite warnings not to. Closest to Mogens for obvious reasons. Has the appearance of a harp seal pup - white hair, flippers, and chubby. Absolute unit of a child. Has difficulty with walking and hand manipulation.

Oisin : Was found living sleeping on a pile of hay in the reindeer stable. Golden blond hair and hazel eyes. Has the features of a reindeer calf; hooves, legs, small bumps for antlers. The youngest Myling - believes Jesper to be his birth mother. Extremely hungry, will attempt to drink his own weight in milk if allowed - has been nicknamed “Chugs” by Mogens. Not very graceful, very clumsy on feet due to being both a baby and having hooves.

Poor Jesper basically becomes like Snufkin with the Woodies, trying to take care of all these kids in the cramped post-office. And being a half-Huldre himself, he has to make sure that the kids don’t accidentally out themselves as supernatural or attract the attentions of more sinister fae.

Tell me what you think of them! I am hoping to get started writing a fic based on this Au soon. I am always open for questions and feedback!

[h3l10tr0p3]

SPIRIT ANIMAL AU! (part 1)

(Relationship: Bakudeku)

Look at this guy ❤❤❤

Now look at these babies!! 💚💚💚

So s m o l !

Those tear marks!

Those All-might-esque Ears!

Look at how it sleeps! curled like a comma!! ( oh my kokoro...)

(Yes this is still a bnha bakedeku AU; i swear I have a point. Keep scrollin')

That bushy tail!!

This is a Fennec Fox

Here's some cool facts about Fennec Foxes

Fennecs are very social animals, who live in colonies of up to 10 in the wild. This smallest of the wild canids often purrs like a cat when it's content. (Isn't that just cute?!!)

Like other small animals, fennec foxes use scent as a defensive mechanism. Although they're not on the level of a skunk or a ferret, fennec foxes do have scent glands on the tips of their tails. This gives off a musky odor when the animal is startled or stressed. (ohhh can be good thing to remember)

Fennec foxes have a soft, thick, short coat that is off-white on the underside and reddish or tawny on the back, with some black markings on the back and tail. (Soft!!!)

They are very active, quick and agile, and have a high pitched yelp. (does this remind you of someone's new quirk technique?)These foxes are nocturnal (it's 1 a.m. go to sleep already, nerd) in the wild although a pet fennec usually adapts somewhat to its owner's schedule (so you don't wanna bother your owners? That's polite...) They are clean animals and can be litter trained, although owners have varied opinions on how easily.

 They are curious and will get into anything and everything. They are also known for their digging. (hey, by any chance do you lil guys write in a notebook? or a dozen notebooks?)

They need relatively high temperatures; anything below 68 degrees Fahrenheit and you're likely to see your fennec fox shivering. (So if you dont keep this boi warm he's gonna suffer!? UNACCEPTABLE! Let's see....now which U.A. boi has really high body temperature...?? Anyone? Nobody??...aww..)

They are extremely quick and if they run after something as they would in the wild, they can be very difficult to recapture (sounds like someone recklessly running through the woods...)

And even though fennec foxes are nocturnal in the wild, one of their favorite activities is basking in the sun. (Cuteness overload!!)

Your Honour, I have a confession to make- I don't like Rabbit!Deku

**le gasp from the whole world**

Now, hold up, lemme finish!

I don't like Rabbit!Deku or Hare!Deku or Bunny!Deku as much as I LOVE FENNEC!Deku

THERE I SAID IT!!

(**panting like I ran a marathon**)

Honestly...when something as lovely as this exists why would you even GO for Rabbit!Deku? JUST LOOK AT IT AND TELL ME IT'S NOT CUTE?

Also-

I like that Fennec Foxes are really intelligent. One trait of Deku which is seldom portrayed and yes, I am salty about it.

I love those ears. Goddamnit that's straight outta All Might.

Fennec foxes are described as pets which are both like cats and dogs. Basically best of both worlds!

They make a lot of noise (like muttering)

They are cuddle-lovers

And the biggest reason?

It loves warmth.

why do I mention this?

Look here-

See that space on his neck pointed by blue arrows? Know the exact thing which can fit there snugly and not fall over when Kacchan is going through...say...a battle exercise?

Nope, not you. Bun is gonna fall off with the first recoil or AP shot

Yes, You

(I apologize for the quality of my horrible quick sketch, but I WILL NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR THIS IDEA)

GOD I AM SO WEAK FOR BAKUGOU MOVING AROUND IN HIS HERO GEAR WITH CUTE FENNEC FOX DRAPED AROUND HIS NECK!

(internal screaming level: over 9000)

So the idea is,

Villain/Civilian Quirk: you know the drill. Quirk can make Spirit Animals appears. Katsuki gets 'almost' caught in one, but Izuku comes to push him out of harm.

Result- A Wild Fennec Fox appears! Oh...but it can talk? No, wait...it's telepathy! Katsuki can actually hear this fox talk! And he seems to be the only one who can hear it?! And why is Deku unconscious?

The Fox- turns out the perpetrator is missing. But they have a sibling with a similar quirk who explains the effects.-

A spirit Animal is born from a person's emotional psyche (which is why most Animals are smol because it reflects how little they think of themselves)

they have a special ability (not exactly like quirks or as powerful)

they need skin contact with their Master to continue living more than food or water(snort! ofc!!)

(But is that all there is to it? Hmm...details details)

What does the fox say- Fennec!Deku is skittering about trying to see who it's Master is. A Master can hear their Familiar speak when others can't. Katsuki does NOT want that responsibility. No one knows who this cute animal belongs to, and Katsuki is avoiding Deku like the plague!

The Bond- The further the Master is from the Spirit Animal, the sicker it gets. Also, if the bond between the Animal and the Master is one-sided, the Animal falls sick too.

At a class exercise, Deku figures out that his Master is Katsuki because Deku's muttering in his head and relaying positions of other students with respect to Katsuki's position. Katsuki is so used to the constant muttering in his head that he doesnt think twice about taking advantage of it, thus falling neatly to prove Deku's hypothesis.

Cue Confrontation. Awkwardness. Angst. Fluff. The works. They make up afterwards.

Katsuki starts to take care of the fox unwillingly

Real Deku is still in a coma and no one knows why except him, Chiyo, All Might, Aizawa and the Principal

Katsuki sees the Fox get sicker and Foxie thinks he knows why- it's cause their bond is one-sided and Katsuki doesnt want him around. In true masochistic fashion, he keeps quiet about it till he gets Really REALLY sick and Katsuki has to carry Him around with constant skin contact - e.g. HIS NECK

oh but wait! There's a Shadow lurking in the U.A. campus...and it's hunting down Spirit Animals? Is Foxie!Deku safe? Is anyone at U.A.? Is it a Villain?!!

Only time will tell ...

Interested in this AU?

For the Fluff and Crack, go to PART 2!!!!

For the Angst and Drama, go to PART 3!!!!