#human changeling hybrid

[ossuarywarden]

john doe, solid 4/10, third happiest man in hamdaland

also i like to imagine that firbolg pups start out rlly tiny and then rapidly zhwoop up in size

[featherwurm]

So anyway we fought a tree and an ass-ton of druids:

Before we got there Vol got an interesting proposition from a dead guy. I like to think it looked something like this:

The tree was a bastard with many blights and also very sticky but we are very persistent (and also Milan had a big fucking boon which majorly saved our asses -namely six more phantom guys to help us out.)

Irina got slightly hypnotized, but fortunately Mortimer was right there to snap her out of it. This is the twink tackle.

This majorly pisses our friend off, but boy if she ain't a paladin of the Morning Lord.

She tried a 'Calm Emotions' on him - which worked, if only briefly due to plot immunity legendary resilience.

So overall we had a very good time :3 and now we are level 7 and doing our best. Fuck you, vampire tree.

[rhys-ravenfeather]

I will admit upfront that this is just 100% me being bitter, and probably a bit petty, not to mention basically just repeating myself since I’ve said stuff like this before in previous posts, but as a biracial person, I really wish that there was more representation/recognition of biracial people, and the mixed-race experience, not only in canon media, but in more fandom circles.

[starry-bi-sky]

how do you clone a fey? that's trick question; and fey love those!

@the-navistar-carol (<333) brought up a good point while I was talking about my changeling danny au with her -- Dani! How would she exist in this au? Danny's a changeling - a fae. How would Dani, a clone of him, be created? How do you make a fey? Not through any means that Vlad is doing; you can't make a fey through unnatural means, considering the Fair Folk are nature. And Vlad's not a fey himself -- he's a halfa, even if he could make a fey, it's not in his best interest too. He's a powerful ghost, but even the weakest fae can overpower the strongest ghost. He won't want a clone of Daniel to be more powerful than him.

(In a three tier hierarchy it goes Ancients -> Fae/Mythos -> Ghosts. They all live in the Infinite Realms, but on different Planes. The fae live above the Ghost Zone in the Fey Wild, while the Mythos live beside the Wilds or down in the ghost zone depending on where they are. Places like the Frozone, the Athens Acropolis, and other such large islands climb throughout all three Planes.)

(While Ghosts can travel into the Fey Wild, its generally advised against as the ectoplasm tends to manifest differently there due to close contact magic. It can make it rather disorientating for a ghost, and as human spirits, the Fae living there would jump them faster than they could blink. So unless you're willing to play mind games with 'steal thy name eat thy face' fae, most ghosts keep out of the way of the Wilds. Fey can travel down into the Ghost Zone, they just don't bother.)

That's of course, not taking into account if Vlad even knows Danny's a fae himself. Vlad doesn't ring me as someone who really cares much about ghost culture or the going ons of the GZ. He might be aware that fae exist, but the moment he realizes he can't use them for personal gain he just doesn't bother with them. The risk is greater than the reward, and he'd rather not get eaten. But lets assume he's aware by now that Danny is fey, and has to take that into account while cloning him.

So, how does Dani exist? Good question! Honestly; i'm not sure. She might not exist at all, or if she does, she's more halfa than fey. Vlad would need a lot of human dna and ectoplasm to balance out all that fae magic. He manages to steal DNA from Jack and Maddie to do it, and since Jack's fey ancestry is very dormant its much easier to use alongside Danny's DNA.

In turn, it results in a little girl whose more human-ghost hybrid than clone. With that little extra boost in fey magic making her not a fey, but still relatively powerful. Dani is less of a clone and more of a lab-grown little sister. It's a rather tedious, complex process that has Vlad tearing his hair out trying to figure out. But he does eventually figure it out.

[serpentface]

@latenightagain Ok here we go [x]

INTELLIGENCE:

They are very intelligent animals- on a primate scale, more cognitively complex than lemurs but probably less than most great apes. Their social organization is a lot simpler than proto-elowey were. They cannot produce as complex vocalization as elowey, and lack developed facial musculature for expressions. (As a tangent, elowey are less visually expressive than humans and rely more heavily on olfactory and audial senses)

VOCAL MIMICRY:

The vocal mimicry myth is based in the reality that their warning vocalizations sound quite a lot like the cries of young elowey children. The folklore extends this to claim they produce the unique bleating cries of babies, screams for help, or outright mimic complex speech. This is also complicated by the fact that historical qilik ranges heavily overlap with elowey, and qilik CAN mimic speech, so some real life mimicry by qilik may be attributed to hutsmet.

TAKEN AS AN INFANT:

That sort of thing has probably happened on an incidental scale in history, but would not be common enough for any particular views to develop around it beyond 'that's probably a bad idea'.

It's not quite the same thing but some elowey cultures have variants on 'changeling' myths, where hutsmet kidnap and replace elowey children. The hutsmet changeling is usually disguised by magic to pass as an elowey, but is often identified by never starting to speak (or only being able to speak through mimicry), never learning to walk bipedally (or using quadrupedal locomotion in ways deemed inappropriate or excessive), or their scent glands being uniquely foul-smelling/the secretions killing trees and rotting wood. Most stories involve the changeling sneaking out at night to poison fruit trees, smudge out territorial boundaries, or kill livestock and eat only their eyes. Sometimes the changeling eats its parents. Occasionally the hutsmet changeling is said to grow up more or less 'normally', but usually disappears into the woods when it is time to be wed.

There's other variant mythology of the 'animal bride/groom' folkloric motif where a magic hutsmet passes itself off as a man and weds to a clanmother, only to steal the resulting offspring and disappear into the woods. Or a hutsmet clanmother kidnaps a man and bears a child off him. The story usually ends with the man escaping with his hybrid child - in some instances the child is an elowey and grows up normally, in others the kid tragically pulls the classic 'disappear into the woods' maneuver and returns to its mother.

HYBRIDIZATION:

They are not close enough to hybridize. This doesn't stop people from Believing they are, with hybrids occurring in folklore (as mentioned above) and the occasional person claiming hutsmet ancestry.

There's one prominent warlord who established a maritime empire in the southeastern sea about 300 years BP who claimed to have a hutsmet mother, which was probably a facetious "I'm a dangerous motherfucker" type boast but is has gone down in legend as a literal fact. (This is one of the lore areas where I have concepts developed but little to no person or place names, sorry)

HUMANS AND HUTSMET:

Very hard to generalize because there's massive variations in human-elowey relationships (and intersophont relations in general), so human-hutsmet relations heavily depend on this context. In instances of human cultures that tend towards species-xenophobia, hutsmet may be used as an rhetorical device to (for a lack of a better word) dehumanize elowey via casting similarities between them and wild animals.

But speaking very, VERY broadly, humans and elowey tend to group themselves together as being the most 'alike' sophonts, so hutsmet may occupy a similar place in the cultural imagination as being Creepily Like People But Wild. Otherwise they are significant animals in their environment but their resemblance is regarded more as a curiosity.

They also are fuel for beliefs about the existence 'wild' humans (if elowey have a 'wild' version, then humans must too?), which leads into-

CHIMPS:

Chimps do not exist in the contemporary of the setting, but there's a few places whose 'wild human' legends are probably (heavily embellished) cultural memories of long-extinct great apes.

Most primates in the present day are lemuroids, with no nonhuman great apes and most species of monkeys existing in relative geographic isolation.

[angeart]

hhau mimic arc rambles - part I

(~3k words)

One of the hybrid races is a mimic/changeling, a shapeshifter that can take the appearance of another person. They are the most likely to live in relative peace, as they can trick their way into looking human, but they live in constant fear, as one single slip-up can mean their death. 

There is another fate for a found-out mimic, though, and that is being used by hunters, as a lure for other hybrids. If the mimics want to live, they have to do what the hunters say, and bring prey that dies in their stead. 

At a time when Grian and Scar stumble upon a mimic, they’re already kind of  notorious in this world – a vex with a kill count and a rare violet-winged avian, greatly desired by hunters for trophies and rewards. (There are wanted posters and everything.) 

Now, our mimic for this story arc is one that is being used by hunters, and has been used by them for quite a while. But now he’s posed with the reality of Scar and Grian, two hybrids who have managed to escape hunters for so long, and— He thinks maybe, maybe he could swap his place with Grian. Maybe he could take that safe spot by Scar’s side, this vex who has killed his pursuers before, clearly capable of defending both himself and his avian. If the mimic could take Grian’s place, he could be protected. He could get away—

He is sent in as a lure, but he decides to take his fate into his own hands. (For better or worse.)

 The mimic finds an opportunity when Scar and Grian are slightly separated, and ambushes Grian. Doses him with weakness potions (he needs him quiet and still), copies his look, and hides him in a ditch under a pile of leaves. He uses maybe one too many potions, because Grian wouldn’t stop trying to move (he’s so so so terrified), but he also makes sure to take the time to hide him properly. (He doesn’t really want to sacrifice anyone to the hunters anymore—but he also knows where to go looking if this fails and he needs to make a sacrifice anyway.)

The mimic finds Scar, and tries to lure him in a different direction. (Away from Grian. Away from the hunters.) Scar instantly knows something is wrong; he knows Grian’s face by heart, and this isn’t a perfect copy. It’s too clean. Freckles slightly wrong. There are no deep bruises under Grian’s eyes from sleepless nights, no wear from countless tears that Scar’s vigilantly brushed away. 

But it does look like Grian. It sounds like Grian, afraid and pleading and vulnerable. 

Scar’s so hopelessly weak to it, so lost, so conflicted.

So while Scar asks where the real Grian is, he has next to no cards in his hands for this bargain. He can’t threaten violence, because he isn’t capable of it, not against a Grian-lookalike. All he has is despereate pleas, hands trembling, heart panicking, and eyes filling with tears.

The mimic is reluctant to release answers, clinging to the charade. He needs Scar to believe he is Grian, to protect him. To take him safely away from here. (But that ship’s sailed.) (He screwed up.) But if Scar won’t take him away from here— well, then the hunters are going to kill him. He’s terrified, and it isn’t even an act.

Two different kinds of honest, open desperations clash, and a deal is made.

Scar promises he’ll protect the mimic. Not only until he has Grian back, but after that, too. (He recognises the mimic is just scared. He’s a hybrid in distress, just like them.) It’s a heavy promise, but worth it if the cost is Grian’s life.

They go back to Grian, barely conscious but safely buried under leaves, and Scar immediately gathers him in his arms, relieved and reassuring, holding on. Lifting him up (something he’s intimately familiar with now; carrying Grian’s weight is so easy and natural to him at this point), he notes that they need to go. They – all of them, including the mimic.

The mimic trails after them like a cleaner version of Grian, holding himself timidly and one step behind, like a lost puppy. He’s relieved he wasn’t left to die; that the promise really holds. That despite everything, Scar is still willing to help him.

The situation that follows is difficult for everyone involved. 

Once the weakness wears off, Grian is very unhappy with the circumstances. He’s willing to deal with the situation, because Scar gave a promise, and Grian wants Scar to be able to keep his promises. They’re in it together. They’ll see it through. 

That doesn’t mean he isn’t unnerved and uneasy about this whole thing. Mainly because the mimic still looks like Grian. He’s anxious at every little interaction Scar has with the mimic. Watching and waiting, for the moment when the line blurs. For the possibility of Scar not being able to tell them apart.

Scar can tell them apart, so innately and intuitively. There’s a difference to their words. To the way they hold their wings. To the way they reach for him, the way they apply pressure with their touch. The way they say his name. (Grian always puts so much in just Scar’s name.) (It’s more timid and unfamiliar on mimic’s tongue.) But he can still tell that Grian is uncomfortable with this arrangement. He sees the way Grian goes withdrawn and quiet. He doesn’t like it.

The mimic tries to understand their dynamic, and he finds himself jealous and confused, something in him aching. He sees the way Scar cares for Grian, the ease with which he provides reassurances and affection, and he hurts to have a sliver of that too. 

But Scar is kind to him. He’s gentle and soft. The mimic doesn’t remember last time anyone came close to caring about him, and this staggers him to no end. Touch-starved and desperate, he quickly finds himself craving for more. 

There is a lot of missteps that happen. And a handful of things that go right.

The mimic grew up in this world, and is much better at scavenging and recognising safe food and hidden cracks in terrain for possible shelter. He helps out whenever he can, eager to please, wishing so much to be able to at least somehow return the favour. 

And yet when Grian and Scar curl up for the night, he’s still alone, on the sidelines. He looks on with so much painful yearning, but also knows that it’s not his place. It will never be his place. He’ll never get to know how that feels like. 

He can’t slot into that place that Grian gets to have. He knows, viscerally, that if push came to shove, he wouldn’t be the one Scar’d save, between him and Grian. They are letting him stay, but he’s disposable.

He understands.

Or— he thinks he understands, anyway.

(He really wishes to be Grian.) (He isn’t, he can’t be.) (He— who is he, though?) 

Over time, as he realises they aren’t going to chase him away at any second, he grows bolder and more curious. He’s more at ease with his wings than Grian is, not having the burden of associated trauma. They’re clean and brilliant, and they brush against Scar so very easily. He seeks out his presence often, feeling the safest when he’s next to Scar’s side—a spot that was never meant to be his. 

Grian watches, and he wonders. He wonders if this other version of him isn’t better for Scar. Without panic attacks and inaccessible wings and soul torn-apart by wounds that bleed through so easily. This version of him capable of getting them dinner and recognising hunters’ traps from a distance. 

He wants to ask Scar again, if he wouldn’t be better off without him.

He asked him once, all the way at the start, back when they found each other in this horrible world. He told Scar to leave. And Scar said, never.

And yet. Here Grian is, wondering again.

On top of all of this, there’s also a ribbon incident, one which I will write separate rambles about. Or maybe a oneshot fic. We’ll see which way my hand slips. What you need to know about it, though, is that it results in the mimic adjusting his appearance. 

And oh boy. Does that open a whole another can of worms.

The mimic can’t change his appearance completely at will. He can borrow, and steal, and, well, adjust, to a degree. 

The adjustments he makes, when asked to stop looking like Grian’s exact copy,  are—

Make his hair slightly darker than Grian’s. 

And—

Make his wings dull brown.

(you can see how that looks like here)

This is a big deal, in a world where Grian’s wings are a beacon and a burden and his greatest source of fears and insecurities. To see his look-alike take that vulnerability and overwrite it so easily, strip it down and turn it into something muted and unassuming. Take the cursed wings and twist them into something much more safer, when he himself can’t do a damn thing about them— He isn’t sure how to deal with it. How to bear having this display rubbed into his face every day. How to swallow down the building nausea and the ever-increasing doubts.

This mimic is a better version of him.

Scar would be so much safer with him, instead of with Grian. Grian and his wings that attract trouble and enemies and—surely, inevitably—death.

He has a front-row seat to what it could look like, if only his feathers were different. But he’s powerless to change them. He just grows more upset with them, with himself, with what he is. (A burden a burden a burden.) (Going to get Scar killed.) 

So, quietly, Grian withdraws further.

This all amounts to: the mimic grows attached to Scar, and craves some form of love and safety, in a world that was only ever scary and hurtful to him. But through this all, him and Grian never really build a bond. That’s not to say there aren’t good moments between them. But the missteps outweigh them. It’s all too complicated. Too stifling. There’s no easy way to untangle it or fix it.

They carry on like this for a while, but it’s clear this isn’t working. It’s clear to Scar, because he can see that this hurts Grian. And he feels helpless, because he doesn’t quite know how to fix this. All he knows is he needs Grian to be okay. And his gentle reassurances and soft affection and tight hold at night? They aren’t enough.

So one night, they talk. 

Scar asks if it isn’t working. And Grian shakes his head to dismiss it, even though clearly it isn’t working. He’s reluctant to say he wants it to be just the two of them again. That he can’t bear the sight of this other version of himself, interacting with Scar with such ease, earning softness from him. Imagining what it would be like to be replaced. He just doesn’t want it to be like this. He can’t stand it. But he doesn’t want to forsake another hybrid. He knows how scared the mimic is. How harsh this world is. How unforgiving. So how can he say any of it?

Scar doesn’t force him to explain any of it. He takes the scraps Grian gives him, and lets them be enough.

Quietly, in the depth of night, they throw around a tentative suggestion. Maybe they could leave the mimic somewhere safe? Maybe that would be the best course of action? To keep Scar’s promise and to stop them from falling apart? It feels like it might be something to consider. But it’s late and they’re tired, and maybe they should think on it some more. They leave it hanging on a fragmented, bitter hope with a maybe.

The mimic, curled up on the floor with his back to them, wide awake, hears all of this.

He can’t go back to being alone, fending for himself. He’ll get captured again. He’ll get killed. But more than that, he can’t stand the idea of losing that gentleness Scar steadily provides. He doubts he’d be able to survive on his own in a cold, cruel world without anyone looking out for him, and he doesn’t know how to live without that scrap of kind softness. Shared evening meals and sprinkled laughter and fleeting touches. Someone to talk to. A hand to hold when afraid. 

He doesn’t know how to be without those things anymore.

So he makes a plan. Terrified and desperate and sick to his stomach, but finding himself cornered and at a dead end. He’s grasping at straws. He’s—

He’s going to make this work. 

He won’t be abandoned. He won’t be discarded. He won’t be left to die.

 Once they fall asleep, the mimic copies Grian’s look. Properly copies it. Every bruise and scratch. Every freckle and misaligned feather. And he tucks it away for later. Waits for his chance, for Grian to be out of sight.

He still has a couple of weakness potions on hand.

All it takes is one moment. One moment of Grian being on his own. 

The mimic drops weakness on Grian—a lot of it. He incapacitates him properly, hastily steals the ribbon and the cloak, and then he sneaks up on Scar and uses another weakness. This time just one, before ducking away. 

His little plan whirring to life, the mimic shifts to his perfect Grian copy and approaches from a different side. He drops to his knees, frantically asking Scar if he’s okay. Convincing him that the mimic tried to ditch them, he saw him running away and they need to move in case he went to snitch to the hunters. He sounds terrified. Playing the perfect role of Grian in distress.

He’s using everything he learned from watching Grian—all the things Scar used to so easily, so naturally tell them apart. Voice inflections and touch pressure and the way Grian holds his wings, all of it. Pushing fear and urgency into his voice, constantly calling Scar’s name, checking on him, asking if he is okay, if he can walk, insisting in a panic-pitch that they need to go.

He sounds so so afraid. (He sounds Grian-afraid—Grian is terrified of hunters.) He’s begging Scar to move. He knows it’s hard, he knows, but please please Scar, try anyway. 

Scar is dizzy and sick and confused from the potion, head foggy, too sluggish to think. He’s correct in a guilt-riddled realisation that the mimic betrayed them, but completely wrong as to how the mimic betrayed them. (He tells “Grian” that he’s glad he’s safe. He’s sorry for trusting the mimic. He’s sorry this happened. He trails off. Everything’s spinning.)(Grian is panicking and Scar is so weak to seeing him like this. He listens. He does his best to stand up. To reassure. To help. To go, go, go.)

The mimic swallows the guilt, the raw, bitter awfulness of what he’s doing. And, desperate to put enough distance between them and the real Grian, so that Grian could never trace them, never find their way back to them, to never shatter his lie, he leads Scar deeper and deeper into the forest. 

And oh, he’s doing such a good job of pretending to be Grian. Even if Scar is dazed, perception hazy and thoughts unstable. The mimic is stellar in his performance this time, not leaving space for doubt. (Grian’d hate that he has him copied so awfully well.) (And oh, wasn’t he always afraid this would happen? Wasn’t he terrified that one day, Scar won’t be able to tell them apart—?)

Grian didn’t get the courtesy of being pulled  into a ditch and covered up by leaves this time. He was left lying in the open, bright wings helplessly sprawled, unable to do anything. (There was no time—) He’s scared for Scar, not knowing if he’s okay. He’s terrified of the forest and his own utter defencelessness. He’s lowkey having a panic attack, but his body is too numb to do anything about it.

The potions don’t wear off completely yet when he’s found and attacked. 

Weak and sluggish and stumbling, and so very alone, he scrambles to fight for his life.

--

On the mimic’s side, a week or two pass, filled with him sneaking diluted weakness into Scar’s water supply, to keep him slightly dazed just enough so that Scar doesn’t look at him too closely. And they keep going, further and further away. Scar doesn’t know why he’s still feeling so weak and off. He isn’t sure where they’re going, either. He thinks Grian seems anxious, as if they were possibly being pursued (not an outlandish idea at all, in this world), and Scar doesn’t quite know how to unknot his own guilt about this whole situation. (Oh if only he knew, right?) So he goes, because going is all they’ve done these months anyway. Constantly on the run. Constantly hiding.

But the weakness runs out.

Scar is finally feeling clearheaded again, and he’s so relieved. He will be able to pull his weight now, take some of the burden off Grian. They’re okay. They’re okay and—

One wrong reaction. One misunderstood question. One anxious, scared, paranoia-riddled heart jumping too fast. That’s all it takes. 

One wretched  apology.

One pause. 

One small, shaky, uncertain “... Grian?” Begging to be wrong.

The possibility is snaking its way into Scar’s brain and he's terrified.

It’s been days. It’s been days since they ran away from the mimic. It— Surely, Scar is wrong here?

Scar’s fingers brush over Grian’s earwings. He’s not allowed to touch them. Grian wouldn’t let him. Grian—his Grian—would spiral into panic at the lightest touch against any of his feathers. And—

And this isn’t his Grian.

Anger, fear, hopelessness. Pointless apologies. Questions Scar isn’t sure he wants to know the answer to. (He needs to know.) (He needs to—) (Where is Grian?)

“We left him behind.”

We.

Scar wants to argue there’s no we, but… It’s true, isn’t it? They both did.

They left Grian behind. Days ago. Alone and without supplies. In a world that desires nothing more than to slaughter him. 

Anger topples into despair. Scar feels like he’s losing himself, vex magic thrumming through his veins, wild and uncontrollable. Nails shift into claws. He’s ready to tear this wretched world apart if it’d mean Grian is safe—if it’d mean Grian is alive.

Reaching out, Scar yanks the stolen ribbon off mimic’s wrist. He grabs the cloak and pulls it off of him. (He needs to return them.) (Where is Grian where is Grian where is Grian) 

Not knowing which direction to go, Scar goes anyway.

The mimic doesn’t follow.

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find more in the hhau au masterpost>> here

[fandomsnrambles]

Saw the mlp ninjago trend and thought it’d be fun, so have a baby kirin/changeling/pony hybrid lloyd

Honestly, i’m kinda stuck on how to make Lloyds parentage considering he’s human, oni and dragon.

Thought it’d make sense if he was pony, kirin and changeling (?) not sure about the changeling one though to be honest… my current logic is kirin use dragon power and changelings shapeshit (like oni)

When lloyd grows up he shows more changeling characteristics (like fangs) and when he gets his true potential he gets those bat wings with holes in them and becomes some sort of weird alicorn. Also, he doesn’t know it yet but he’s unknowingly using his shapeshifting powers to look more like a kirin.

I have not watched mlp in ages so forgive any inaccuracies. I remember being so obsessed with it though. I also used so much references to make this lmao.

[imcringeonpurpose]

the idea that Martyn takes on Ren and Scott's dog and sea monster characteristics is really serotonin-giving to me because could you imagine Ren's absolute delight when he first finds out?

"You're a dog hybrid?" he would ask. Martyn would turn to him and get very confused.

"Of course not," he'd say. And Ren would gesture to his very obvious dog ears and tail. Martyn dashes to the mirror and gapes in astonishment. He shakes his head, puzzled, and turns to Ren. "I.. I don't know what's going on."

Ren finds it absolutely adorable, claiming that his Hand's devotion to him clearly inspired this physical show of alliance and outright loyalty. Martyn would deny each claim Ren makes, and the rest of the server just assumes he's a dog hybrid.

The assumption is further proven when Martyn and Cleo have their very souls tied together, and Martyn's physical appearance doesn't shift in the slightest. If anything, his dog attributes heighten, him developing sharp fangs, claws, and his dog ears slowly move down from his head and merge with his human ears.

Martyn's hybridity doesn't come up until another Series. Once again, they're pulled from their worlds, ripped from their realities, forced into one arena. This time, they're told to fight and kill and desperately grasp for each passing second of life and blood.

Martyn and Scott find a sliver of peace together, and for the first time since 3rd Life, Martyn's physical features change. It's very slow at first - a few yellow scales on his forearm and neck, his dog ears begin to grow serrated edges...

And then, like with Ren, one day they wake up to a full-blown pufferfish hybrid, and Scott cannot wrap his head around it.

"I thought you were a dog hybrid," he'll say. And Martyn will just shake his head, tired of the speculation and the questioning. Scott will persist, and he will ask, "Are you a changeling?"

"No," Martyn will say. He will take his axe from his inventory and heft it in his hands. Despite his dog claws, despite his new pufferfish spikes on his knuckles, he will continue to fight with the axe Ren had given him all those lives ago. "Just a knight."

[bramblesse]

Faeries 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

allegedly we get a new occult every fourth gamepack and i'm cross at people arguing that faeries would be too much like spellcasters so here's my manifesto of content that would make it worthwhile. feel free to pass this on to the nearest eaxis snoop. if you are the eaxis snoop, please read carefully and take notes. 🍄🌱

all the tuning for the 'erratic' trait built-in to every faerie's personality from the jump — laughing or crying at seemingly inappropriate times, combustive fits of rage, a playful moodlet that won't kill them for being quirky or random, etc.

not only speaking to plants but singing to them — and loudly!

either far more attentive or far more neglectful of infant, toddler and child sims. [historically fae parenting mileage may vary, they are either the worst or the best! see: changelings!]

spontaneous dancing, with or without music, and lots of it.

tampering with food such as milk for an awful rotten surprise.

higher likelihood of something being stolen by them. toys, trinkets, decorations, other sims... [i have never read a tale about a faerie who wasn't casing a joint! they like shiny objects!]

faerie bargains! they have special interactions for bargaining and haggling with human sims for things in their inventory.

bestowing gifts and curses interactions. existential gifts like longer lifespans or giving human sims green thumbs or blessing a sim with an unexpected fortune. curses that involve having human sims mindlessly going around in circles, dancing to exhaustion, having all their crops never grow to fruition, etc.

grilled cheese want replaced by a want to eat cake.

other sims find them instantly attractive and more charismatic, even more charismatic than normal sims who have high charisma skill. [listen the everything about fae tells me they are v cunning.]

an affinity for all music and boosted skill level when learning to play an instrument. [it would be nice to have a lute, flute or harp added to the game but could easily be put in a bands or medieval pack.]

setting traps everywhere but particularly in forests with trees surrounded by toadstools that trap human sims in their realm. imagine a new death type from a faerie ring object...

exceptional at locating the garbage your normal sims can find whenever they go digging. [a faerie troupe whisking by during a faerie hunt is p commonly depicted in art and literature so their ability to track things down is probably wild.]

rather than incessant need to exercise, they have an incessant need to sunbathe and/or moonbathe.

insects and animals are drawn to them and easily convinced to do their bidding without any training — for instance, they can set bees upon their enemies. [unrelated, sort of, but we need bee and butterfly spawners in build mode!!!]

a court system that is a hybrid of groups from get together and the packs in werewolves. seelie, unseelie. spring, summer, autumn, winter. day, night. it really doesn't matter. let us decide what each court represents and place our faeries accordingly!

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hiiiiii

Do you have any fics where john or sherlock are mutants/ have powers?

Hi Lovely!

OOOOOOOHHHH I love this; I have a few fics that could be qualified as "CLOSE" to mutations and superpowers, but not 100%. I have a lot more "changelings" than anything else. I've compiled together some of the ones on my MFL list as well, but I can't guarantee that they're mutants in them since I haven't read them.

If anyone has any fics that they can suggest, please do! I'm kind of into MCU fics right now so if I can have Sherlock-style in there too, that would be awesome! PLEASE let us know if you have mutant or Superhero Johnlock fics!!!

MUTATIONS or SUPERPOWERS

See also:

Magical Realism Where John is the Powerful One

Telepath / Empath AU

Hybrids and Shapeshifters

Soaring Above by Corporate_cards (G, 394 w., 1 Ch.  || TRF, Light Angst, Superpowers) – "Have you ever though about having a super power...?" Part 2 of the Random Things I've Written In Class -- Johnlock series

The Frost Child by twistedthicket1 (M, 9,994 w., 2 Ch. || Frozen-ish AU || Magical Realism, Christmas, Angst, Fluff, Powerful John) – In a world where people are born with a Gift of varying levels, simple John Watson is the last person one might look at when thinking of any strong Magick capabilities. Hiding comfortably in the shadow of Sherlock's brilliant deducing abilities, John is content to keep it that way...

Conductivity by Coquillage Atlas (K,11,051 w., 8 Ch., FFNet || Fantasy and Friendship) – John Watson, alone in London with a healing power he can hardly bear. A description of his life with magic, before and after Sherlock. SEQUELS: Resistance || Reciprocity

Invisible by chappysmom (K+, 25,947 w., 11 Ch., FFNet || No Slash, semi-canon compliant) – John had had the knack for as long as he could remember. It wasn’t that he could become invisible, exactly. The laws of physics worked quite well in his vicinity, thank you very much. It was just that people tended … not to see him. SEQUELS: Still Invisible (ASiB) || Too Visible (THoB) || Invisible Once More (TRF)

Left by lifeonmars (M, 45,153 w., 9 Ch. || Magical Realism, BAMF!John, Slow Burn) – John Watson is left-handed. He’s tried not to let it affect his life, but as any Lefty knows, that’s almost impossible.

Out There by DiscordantWords (T, 131,695 w., 10 Ch. || X-Files Fusion || Past Soldier John, Panic Attacks, POV Alternating Present Tense, Anxious John, Canon Adjacent, Deductions, Obsessive Sherlock,, Travelling, Sherlock’s Family, Jealous Sherlock, Mind Palace John, Awkward Flirting, Kidnapped/Abducted John, Semi-Reverse Reichenbach, Worried/Anxious Sherlock, Hospital, Slow Burn, UST, Case Fic, Government Conspiracy, Aliens, UFOs, Mutants, Mutual Pining, First Kiss, Coma John, Forehead Touching, Hand Holding, Drinking/Bars, Past Jolto) – FBI Special Agent John Watson, medical doctor and army veteran, is assigned to assist eccentric genius Sherlock Holmes with paranormal investigations on the X-Files project.

How to Build a Heart out of Ashes by Teumessian (E, 144,931 w., 31 Ch. || Changeling AU || Slow Burn, Drug Use, Mentions of Child Abuse / Bullying, Mentions of Student/Teacher Relations, Uni-Age) – In an AU where a small number of the population become Changelings at a young age, at 17 John Watson believes he's destined for Normal life but then the Change takes him and he is sent to the Baker Institute. There he meets Sherlock Holmes.

MARKED FOR LATER

(I Love You) Infinitely by helloliriels (T, 20,072+ w., 14/16 Ch. || WiP || Marvel Cinematic Universe AU || Post-TRF, Post Infinity War, Not Endgame-Compliant, Super Humans, Happy Ending) – With a snap of his fingers, Thanos had caused the heartache and loss of half a planet's population. And Watson, of all people could have kissed the glove that did so. Part 2 of the Liriels Chaptered Fics series

Trenchcoats and Capes by jomochi (T, 35,275 w., 3 Ch. || Superhero AU || UST/URT, Mutually Unrequited, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Love Confessions, Secret Identity, Hero John) – He’s twirling a strand of hair around the finger of his other hand. His coat, which honestly looks more like a cape than anything, is spread out beneath him. His chest rises and falls slowly with calm breaths, the tight black material of his suit stretching to accommodate the movement. John has seen many pictures of him but not one did him any justice. The sight before John is breath-taking. It isn’t right. Evil shouldn’t look this good.

The Alchemystics by elwinglyre (E, 69,014 w., 16 Ch. || Full Metal Alchemist Omegaverse AU || Non-Traditional ABO Dynamics, Major Character Injury, Angst, Human Transmutation) – Since youth, Sherlock was forced to hide who he was from the world. That time has ended. With the world torn apart, he must embrace who and what he is: an alchemystic and an omega. Fortunately, he finds another, John Watson, who is a true compliment to himself. With Watson’s help, Sherlock strives to obtain what’s needed to right the world. But the past, present and future aren’t aligning, and what is needed to succeed comes at a high cost: for to gain, something of equal value must be lost--that is Alchemy's First Law of Equivalent Exchange. No one knows this lesson better than Sherlock. He’s lost his father, his brother and his arm attempting to bring his mother back from the dead. What will he need to sacrifice to save the world?

The Destruction of Ice by All_I_need (E, 91,682 w., 28 Ch. || Psy - Changeling Crossover/Fusion || Changeling John, Psy Sherlock, Murder Investigation / Case Fic, Slow Burn, Touching, Forced Lack of Emotion, Silence Protocol, Sci-Fi Elements) – The year is 2081 and Sherlock Holmes never expected to encounter a threat to his Silence, the conditioning that keeps him sane and unfeeling. John Watson, on the other hand, never thought he'd find a flat in London. He certainly didn't expect to find one that comes with a Psy flatmate: brilliant, emotionless and more intriguing than John would like. When a series of brutal, random murders shakes London to its core, it is up to them to stop a vicious psychopath - preferably before Sherlock's latest experiment gets them both killed.

A Vintage Exceptionally to Your Liking by EmmyAngua (E, 95,334 w., 19 Ch. || Alternate Dimensions AU || S3 Fix It, Lies, Angst, Pining Sherlock, Superpowers, Domestics, BAMF Mary, Hiatus, First Time, Magical Realism, Slow Burn, Colliding Universes, Moral Dilemmas, Betrayal, Mary’s Past) – Sherlock and John met seven years earlier than canon and fell in love. When John dies, Sherlock is introduced to the concept of alternate dimensions and given the opportunity to visit a different universe where he can have a second chance with a new John Watson. A love story across alternate dimensions.

[featherwurm]

Welp this campaign has once again gone a bit off the shits, and after a little spying we’re on to a Gävle goat style heist.  Oops.  Bless our DM for helping us along with our weird-ass schemes, we’ll see how this plays out, in the meantime, there’s been a lot of fun things:

- Vol initially innocently asked Osry “what do you think would happen if the (giant wicker) sun burnt down early?” and everything has spiraled from there.  Osry can spread a rumor like no-ones business, and now half the town thinks it may not be such a bad idea considering they’re all burnt out from having to play cheerful all the time.

- Pazuzu now has a homunculus in addition to his iron defender.

- Doing a little recon, Pazuzu pocketed the two druids in small wild shapes (a chameleon and a tree frog) went invisible and went spying on Victor, the burgomaster’s son (and source of some weird goings-on.)  Not before having both stuck to his face for a bit though.

- Things began getting tense in said spying when Milan had Illya, who tagged along with Pazu, get Victor’s attention.  He’s a smart familiar but unintentionally ominous.  (One of Victor’s dear skeleton cats is very interested in this new plaything.)

- Victor did agree to meet with Milan, despite the strange situation.  Milan proposed something perhaps a BIT extreme.  Vol suggested something something maybe we should try something a LITTLE less extreme, like arson.  Apparently arson it is (Victor, for the record, is very tired of his dad’s shit and welcomed this idea.)

- At no spesific point - Vol draws out some sealife to show to some of the land-locked people of Zorovia at the Blue Water Inn.  Mostly this is for Milan and Pazu, but two young ravens are also VERY curious about this.  Vol is drawing with charcoal on the flagstones.

[y-rhywbeth2]

Still cobbling together a guide on dating in Faerûn, but the bit that always gets to me is that morality around sex and marriage and etc varies by faith and is decided by the dogma (and since 99% of Toril isn't henotheistic they shrug, accept that you can't please them all and live and let live).

But and this will shock nobody I was mostly mulling over what the fuck the Dead Three might say about this stuff (past the absolutely awful evil shit).

Ultimately it came down to, 'according to everything I know about Bane, his opinions on love and consent, and how he'd probably determine marriage laws for his faith, Do Not Marry a Banite,' and then debating with myself about whether Bhaal would discourage procreation amongst his followers (because that creates more life to 'mar' perfect death) or whether he encourages it and am disturbed to note it could be the latter.

Aside from getting more sorely needed followers born to worship him as opposed to relying only on converts, Bhaal has his godforsaken murder-monster breeding kink (on display in the novels and the games) where children are fine so long as they're born to inflict murder and bloodshed on the world, and I'm concerned he may actually encourage it in his followers.

You turn to your priest for spiritual guidance and you're told that Bhaal wants you to use your genes to make even better murder machines for him: make results like Orin, part doppelganger giving her brilliant infiltration skills, raised from birth in the murder cult. And bonus points because by the 15th century Bhaalist loyalists have started mixing with the 'monstrous' races of Faerûn. Historically the Gugari people (who are spirit-human hybrids) were also an isolated Bhaalist group. And an incestuous murder-happy empire... Bhaal I am going to neuter you. Bhaal also has a following amongst Sahuagin and I don't know if humans can breed with those but boy would I not be surprised.

Do you get brownie points if you provide Bhaal with a child that's a changeling, dhampir, half-illithid, half-gnoll, cambion, half-chromatic dragon, or something else with shiny new murder skills? (and in a lot of these cases inclined to violence and bloodlust)

[justmeinabigolworld]

I had a really weird dream about MLP (FiM) last night. I dreamed that Spike was having some issues, as he felt that he wasn't being recognized for saving the Crystal Empire (this took place during season three). Twilight had to take another exam involving hatching a dragon egg, and all the other unicorns could do it except for her -- probably because I was her at this point (but only this one moment). The dragon egg turned out to be fake, anyway. Spike kept trying to enter the exam because he wanted recognition, and then when everyone got mad at him, he ran out of the building in shame. On the way out of the building (which looked like a modern facility), he ran into a bunch of (human) therapists, who kept chasing after him and trying to psychoanalyze him. Eventually, he got out, and then he discovered that the stingers on his inner wrists (which doubled as web shooters) weren't normal things for dragons to have, and after he talked to some other dragons, he learned that his mother was actually a changeling (she'd turned into a dragon), making him a changeling-dragon hybrid. This didn't exactly make him popular with the other dragons. Overall, not a good day for Spike.

You know, I could rework this dream into an AU fic where Spike starts the molt way too early (season three), and he starts to display odd symptoms and eventually winds up with a pair of changeling wings

There was also a rather embarrassing bit where I went to an outdoor market and found a stand run by the creator of Dreaming Mary (an RPG Maker game). I told her that I'd played the game, and then somebody walking by was like, "Well, duh! Why else would you be shopping at the stand? Everyone who buys these things has played that game!"

[princess-of-the-corner]

ML Monster AU

Random Suggestions! (I’m aware some people are locked in, but I’m throwing all I got out there! please note, I am also a huge fan of Halflings/Hybrids!)

Rose - Unicorn. Either the Faux/Pure thing I talked about before, or a Unicorn hybrid with, like. A kelpie or a kind of Grimm. So she’s still Pure, Healing, Light, but also Curses, Death, Darkness. Or some kind of Dryad/Banshee kid. Or Unicorn/Banshee … not sure why, but that one appeals.

Ivan - Minotaur feels obvious, but were-something could work? Bear, wolf, is there such thing as a werebull? Cyclops, maybe? Troll? What exactly would something like King Kong be classified as, is there a Magic Creature version of that, he can just turn into a giant ape? Bigfoot or Sasquatch? Yeti?

Nathaniel - Gorgon, full or partial? Only Medusa really had the “turn people to stone by looking at them”, so Nath doesn’t NEED that. The OG Gorgon Sisters all had different abilities, he could be any of those … go the OG Monster High Deuce route, have him be the kid of a Gorgon and a normal human?

Kagami - Dragon still feels acceptable, but so could a Yuki-Onna, actually. Yuki-Onna adopted by dragons, or vice versa? Though there is a Japanese legend about a serpent/dragon that turned into a woman to romance a guy, (think she’s called Kiyohime?) could that be a selkie variant? Dragon Selkie?

Sabrina - I think you said Grim reaper before, but what about Were-Wolf? This is a somewhat Recent Development, and she’s terrified to tell her dad, cause Roger HATES supernatural creatures.

Zoé - I remember Zoé being a Werewolf, so we could have the Werewolf vs Vampire thing with Chloé, but I’m kinda attached to her being a Mothman type thing? Oooh, Jersey Devil!

Adrien - is he still a Cait Sith? Or was it werecat?

Lila - if you don’t go with the Alien thing, or the “Normal Human”, what about a Changeling? Like, she was swapped at birth, but is scared of anyone finding out, cause what if they try to trade her back??

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Loving Unicorn!Rose.

Ivan being anything Big works well.

Nath as a Gorgon has some potential, though I have rolled with the mythos re: stone gaze being an afab thing

Honestly a ‘Dragon Selkie’ is tempting as hell really doubling up on the creatures.

Someone suggested Succubus for Sabrina and honestly that’s tempting.

Zoé I’m keeping as our Werewolf but she def got bit while looking for Mothman.

Re: Adrien and Lila I’ve changed what Adrien is and it’s Changeling-connected. So like. Emilie and Amelie are part of the Changeling Deal. One was Fae, the other Human, they got swapped. But they also met up years down the line and decided ‘fuck it we’re sisters now’.Adrien and Felix are both Fae. All of them are from a Cat Court.

[lycankeyy]

Funkycule Worldbuilding: Demons, Cambions, and Changelings

So it's probably pretty obvious, but demons are pretty important to the world of Friday Night Funkin and therefore pretty important to Funkycule. We don't know a lot about FNF's interpretation of demons yet, which leaves them very up to headcanons in terms of powers, appearances, how they fit into the world, etc. I'm way to prone to fleshing out fictional species based on breadcrumbs, so here's some info about the species and related ones in my personal AU!

Demons:

Despite their common name, Homo magicae are simply a sub-species of human. That being said, their exact origins are unknown, with evidence of their existence dating as far back to before even the earliest recordings of human history. Their numbers are dwarfed by Homo sapiens and they appear to live in hiding from them, though usually in plain sight; from witches to fae to yokai, if there is a myth of mischievous people harnessing magic, it's probably based on an encounter with a demon.

The base form of a demon contains numerous differences from humans. Their skin tone tends to range from faint purple to dark blue. Their eyes tend to be red, with instead the color of their sclera varying; typically black or white, but sometimes yellow or blue. They have keratin horns that can vary in color, bat-like wings, and thin tails that end in a spade-like shape. Many have fangs and claws, but these are sometimes filed down. Their bones are noticeably bright red. Despite all these things, demons are perfectly capable of cloaking, which allows them to look like an ordinary human.

The thing that sets them most apart, obviously, is their use of dark magic. Demons have a wide arrange of powers at their disposal, though each demon tends to have a specialty. For example, Girlfriend's is summoning and teleportation - an advanced form of telekinesis. Her parents', on the other hand, is coercion and brainwashing. However, all demons can theoretically perform any type of magic, though they tend to have a few they focus on honing.

Demons have different needs than humans; they need less sleep, but they need to eat more frequently, as magic usage is physically demanding. They have a natural healing factor and live to be, on average, about 150 years old - they will not show physical signs of old age until weeks before their death, after their healing factor suddenly breaks down. While naturally not prone to injury, demons, especially young ones, can be rather sickly, prone to headaches and fainting spells due to overexpending their magic.

Demons are historically mischievous and disdainful towards humans, though it's unknown how much of this is innate and how much of it is a self-fulfilling prophecy on behalf of the humans who feared and shunned them for so long. In modern times, demons usually want their children to fit in with human society as much as possible, teaching them to cloak early and trying to let them live normal human lives. After all, even with their troubled history, there have been occasions of demons and humans getting along.

Cambions:

(Sprite from Pico's Funky School; also I do not believe that Alucard is or ever was intended to be non-human but this is my au let me have fun LMAO)

Cambions are the hybrid offspring of a human and a demon. They may have some demonic features, such as purple or blue skin, red eyes, discolored bones, and horns. More rarely, they may have wings and tails, but it's far more common for them to simply have skeletal deformities where these appendages would be. A majority of cambions are incapable of cloaking; if they are, it's usually the only magic they are capable of.

Cambions are traditionally associated with demonic trickery or "deals with the devil". In modern times, they commonly come from completely consensual unions, or more rarely as a form of religious devotion or vicarious desire by a human for their child to be magical or otherwise "special". In these cases, the child will likely never meet their demonic parent, who typically acts as a surrogate in exchange for worship or some other boon.

These hybrids' magical powers pale in comparison to a full-blooded demon's. A cambion is typically only capable of one type of magic that they specialize in, and it requires lots of training, with many cambions raised by a loving human parent never learning the extent of their potential power at all. Cambions typically have advanced healing, but an average human lifespan.

Changelings:

Changelings are normal humans who gain the ability to use dark magic through the consumption or injection of demon or cambion blood. Demon blood is typically black, but it can be filtered and diluted into a thin, bright red liquid that's essentially what gives them their magical ability. When exposed to the human bloodstream, it can temporarily give them the ability to enact dark magic - though continued use requires more, and typically increasingly higher, doses.

This practice is ancient and typically considered cult activity, thought as human and demon cultures become more integrated, the practice resurfaced as something similar to drug dealing - on top of the magic, changelings typically report boosted confidence and a sort of "buzz". However, too much repeated exposure or too high a dose can easily kill a human, with even low repeated doses resulting in physical abnormalities. It's worth noting that cambion blood is slightly more compatible for the purposes of this practice.

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[ben-101-rewrite]

Love the art. Can't wait to see your version of the Plumbers' Kids (and Kevin's transformation), but it got me thinking. I know you retconned the Rooter retcon, in that they're not genetically modified hybrids, but how did they come to be?

It's hard to imagine an osmosian and a human creating an offspring considering they're completely different species, let alone a tetramand or a pyronite.

I have a whole system behind hybrids in Ben 10. For starters, quite a few aliens can have kids with each other naturally if they are close enough. So a tetramand and human, or even a kineceleran and human, can have kids, they just often have to be wary of issues that could arise. But the more unnatural a pairing is, the harder to have a kid is naturally, to the point that you get cases where they can't have a kid naturally. But there are many facilities that help via science to help parents have kids if they can't naturally. This is often taking the parents gamete cells, and raising the baby in a test tube like environment so they can control the entire process from the start, sometimes having to select specific genes to make sure the kid can live a healthy life. One of the most successful facilities is on Galvan Prime, run by a galvan doctor named Doctor Geno, she's a friend of Azmuth's sister. Of course there are limits to what aliens can have kids with each other, but as science grows each day, some things that were thought to be impossible have become possible, so you never know what could be made next. Hybrids also seem to function a 70/30 percent rule, in that they take after one species gene more than the other. E.g Helen is more kineceleran than human. Hybrids can only be two things as well, you can't get a big mix of many aliens in one alien. Though there are some that break these rules, like anodites and osmosians due to how their genetics work. So in terms of the plumber kids, ones like Helen and Manny were naturally made, though Alan was made via the science route when his parents went to one of these facilities. In terms of Kevin, since you mentioned osmosians, they behave more by inheriting powers. Due to osmosian having DNA absorption, it means a lot of them are able to have kids with many races, but their hybrids don't look like them. They will always look like the alien species their other parent is, beyond maybe getting minor things like eye or hair colour. What the kids inherit is the matter and energy absorption powers, though not really the DNA absorption (unless the omnitrix is involved lol). So they're kind of a changeling vibe with them. So Kevin looks entirely human, but as a hybrid as the powers.