#leonine form

[reno-matagot]

''Eʟᴀɴ Rᴇʏᴀ Aᴍᴀʏᴍᴏɴ''

[aspenmissing]

Hi! First of all, love your work. Second off all, could you write arcane characters with an S/O who has a really big dog? Kangal type of shit?

ᴀ ᴍᴀɴꜱ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ

ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ | ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ | ᴊᴀʏᴠɪᴋ | ᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ | ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ | ᴊɪɴx/ᴘᴏᴡᴅᴇʀ || ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ || 5135 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ || ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ɴ/ᴀ

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ: ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ! ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ, ɪ'ᴍ ɢʟᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ! ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴜɴɴʏ ᴛᴏ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ! <3

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ | ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ | ᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ | ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ | ᴊɪɴx/ᴘᴏᴡᴅᴇʀ

JAYCE

It had been a few months since you and Jayce had started seeing each other, and things were going better than you ever could have imagined. The two of you had settled into a natural rhythm, full of easy conversation, playful teasing, and quiet moments that made your heart ache in the best way.

You’d told him plenty about yourself—your work, your hobbies, your dog—but you’d deliberately left out one small, important detail.

The breed.

Jayce, being Jayce, had assumed you had a small or medium-sized dog. Something manageable, perhaps a lively terrier or an affectionate spaniel. Maybe even a lapdog that could curl up in your arms.

You didn’t correct him.

You were waiting for this exact moment.

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Tonight, for the first time, Jayce was coming over to your apartment for dinner. He’d been over the moon when you invited him, eager to see more of your world outside of stolen hours together in the city or at his place.

"Looking forward to finally meeting your little pup," he said with a grin as he knocked on your door, completely oblivious.

You barely held back a laugh. Oh, he has no idea.

With a smirk tugging at your lips, you unlocked the door and cracked it open. You didn’t even get a word out before chaos erupted.

A massive blur of thick, golden-red fur and sheer muscle burst through the gap like a wrecking ball, launching itself at Jayce with the force of a battering ram. A deep, earth-shaking bark echoed through the hallway as Atlas, your beloved Tibetan Mastiff, tackled your poor, unsuspecting boyfriend straight to the ground.

Jayce barely had time to let out a startled yell before he was slammed onto his back, pinned beneath what could only be described as a small bear in canine form.

"What the—?! Y/N! HELP!" Jayce wheezed as he was absolutely smothered by Atlas’s overwhelming enthusiasm.

You burst into laughter, doubling over at the sight of your massive dog sprawled across Jayce’s broad chest, eagerly licking his face with sloppy, wet kisses.

Atlas, towering and fluffy, easily weighed over 75 kilograms of sheer power and fur. His thick mane—so full it looked almost leonine—puffed out around his enormous head, making him seem even bigger than he already was. His massive paws pressed down on Jayce like he was made of paper, his heavy tail wagging so hard it nearly knocked over a side table.

Jayce, absolutely helpless, flailed beneath him. "Y/N, call him off! He’s—he’s—there’s SO MUCH OF HIM!"

Tears of laughter pricked your eyes. "I told you I had a dog!"

"You didn’t tell me you had a MOUNTAIN!" he shot back, voice muffled as Atlas joyfully slobbered all over him, his deep, pleased rumbles vibrating through his chest.

Atlas was having the best day of his life. His enormous, fluffy tail wagged harder as he panted happily, thoroughly besotted with this new human.

Finally, you took pity on your poor boyfriend. "Alright, Atlas, off."

With a low, reluctant huff, Atlas lifted his head and, after one final suffocating lick to Jayce’s cheek, heaved his massive body off of him.

Jayce sat up, breathless, dazed, and utterly covered in dog slobber.

You bit your lip to keep from laughing again.

Jayce ran a hand through his hair, which now had a considerable amount of drool in it, and turned to you with a look that was equal parts betrayal and astonishment. "THIS is Atlas?" he questioned. "This isn’t a dog, this is a whole lion!"

Atlas, completely unfazed by the accusation, plopped his gigantic rear down beside Jayce and gave him a big, toothy, doggy grin, as if expecting more attention.

Jayce blinked at him, eyes wide, before slowly turning back to you. "This is what you meant when you said you had a dog? You left out the part where he’s the size of a horse!"

You grinned as you crouched down next to Atlas, scratching behind his enormous, fluffy ears. "Would you have come over if I told you?"

Jayce opened his mouth, then shut it, clearly re-evaluating his life choices. "Honestly? Maybe not." He let out a sigh, wiping some of the excess drool off his face with his sleeve. "But now that I’m here, I guess I don’t have a choice."

Atlas let out a pleased huff, his tail sweeping across the floor in happy thumps.

Jayce looked at him warily. "He’s not gonna, like… eat me, is he?"

You snorted. "No, Jayce. He’s just obsessed with people he likes. Consider this his way of welcoming you to the pack."

Jayce glanced at Atlas, who was staring at him adoringly, eyes bright, tongue lolling out in an expression of pure joy. Despite himself, Jayce sighed and hesitantly reached out a hand.

Atlas immediately leaned into his touch, practically melting under the attention, his deep, pleased rumble vibrating through his whole body.

"Yeah, yeah," Jayce muttered, watching in mild horror as Atlas lifted a massive paw and plopped it onto his lap, effectively trapping him. "I guess he's kinda cute… in a 'he could kill me in my sleep' sort of way."

You laughed, leaning over to press a kiss to Jayce’s cheek. "You’ll get used to him."

Jayce gave you a long, dramatic sigh. Then, with an air of complete resignation, he reached out and scratched Atlas under his chin, prompting a deep, rumbling groan of bliss from your oversized beast.

"Yeah," Jayce muttered, shaking his head as Atlas nuzzled into him, tail wagging harder than ever. "I think I already have."

VIKTOR

The morning had not gone as planned. Y/N had meticulously arranged for Brutus, her colossal Irish Wolfhound, to be watched while she worked in the lab, but the sitter had cancelled last minute. With no other choice, she had wrangled all 80 kilos of shaggy, excitable muscle into Piltover’s prestigious Academy, leading him down the corridors as he practically dragged her along, nails clicking loudly against the polished floors. Heads turned, students and professors alike eyeing the enormous beast with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

Brutus was a sweetheart, really, but he had no concept of his own size. The second the doors to the lab swung open, the enormous dog’s ears perked up. His dark eyes locked onto Viktor, his long tail beginning to thump against Y/N’s leg with increasing intensity. Before she could react, Brutus let out a deep, delighted woof and tore free from her grasp, galloping forward like a force of nature.

“Brutus, no—!” Y/N yelped, lunging forward too late.

Viktor barely had time to glance up before he was nearly flattened, only managing to brace himself against the desk with his free hand as Brutus barreled into him. His cane wobbled slightly under the sudden shift in weight, and he instinctively tightened his grip on it, trying to maintain his balance. The sheer force of the impact made him stumble slightly, his knuckles whitening as he steadied himself. Tail wagging so hard it rattled the nearby equipment, Brutus let out a high-pitched whine of joy, his massive paws lifting slightly off the ground in an attempt to get even closer.

Y/N was there in an instant, desperately grabbing Brutus by his thick scruff and trying to pull him back. “Brutus, off! You’re going to knock him over—Viktor, are you alright?” Her voice was filled with panic, eyes darting to his leg in worry.

To her surprise, Viktor let out a breathless chuckle, one hand braced on the desk while the other tentatively reached up to scratch behind Brutus’ ears. “Well, this is quite the enthusiastic greeting,” he mused, amusement flickering in his golden eyes. There was a warmth to his tone, an openness that made Y/N pause, her grip on Brutus loosening slightly.

Brutus groaned in bliss at the attention, his enormous body relaxing as he flopped against Viktor’s legs. Y/N’s heart lurched. “Brutus, you’re going to hurt his leg—get off him!” she pleaded, trying to haul the behemoth away, her muscles straining against his sheer size.

Viktor, however, waved a hand dismissively, adjusting his stance slightly so his weight remained evenly distributed. “It is alright, Y/N. He is just happy to see me, yes?” He smirked as Brutus, completely ignoring Y/N’s protests, leaned in and licked his face, leaving a wet smear across his cheek. Viktor wrinkled his nose but still chuckled. “It seems he recognises my scent.”

Y/N groaned, still wrestling with the dog’s thick fur. “Of course he does. You’re all over me, so when I come home, you’re the smell he picks up on most.”

Viktor hummed, clearly enjoying that revelation far too much. “I see, I see.” His smirk deepened, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Then perhaps I should leave even more of my scent, hm?”

Y/N’s face burned, but before she could snap back, Brutus, completely unfazed by the exchange, let out a pleased huff and finally settled at Viktor’s feet, his head resting on Viktor’s lap as though he had just claimed him as his own. Viktor gave Y/N a sly grin, fingers running through the dog’s shaggy fur with slow, thoughtful strokes. “I believe you have lost this battle, Y/N. Brutus has chosen.”

Y/N groaned, dropping her forehead into her palm. “I can’t believe this. Now I have two troublemakers to deal with.”

Viktor laughed, full and rich, as he scratched Brutus behind the ears. “Oh, I assure you, I am much less work than this one.” He tapped Brutus’ nose, earning a happy chuff in response.

Y/N sighed, crossing her arms as she watched the scene before her. Viktor, looking more at ease than she’d seen him in weeks, a small smile playing at his lips as Brutus lay sprawled across his feet like a contented lapdog. It was ridiculous. It was unfair. It was—

Adorable.

She exhaled in defeat, shaking her head. “Fine. But you’re helping me walk him home later.”

Viktor raised a brow, smirking. “With pleasure.”

Y/N eyed him suspiciously. “Even if he decides to bolt and you have to keep up?”

Viktor tapped his cane against the floor with a small grin. “I will manage.”

Brutus let out a happy, rumbling sigh, and Y/N knew in that moment she was never going to win against the combined efforts of these two troublemakers.

JAYVIK

Jayce stood with his arms crossed, glancing at Viktor with a sceptical expression as they stood outside Y/N’s home. "She’s exaggerating, right? A ‘giant beast’? How bad can it be?"

Viktor shifted his weight onto his good leg, gripping his cane as he shot Jayce a knowing look. "You say that now, but I have learned not to underestimate Y/N’s words. If she says it is a ‘beast,’ it probably is."

Jayce scoffed, running a hand through his hair. "Pfft. It’s just a dog."

Before Viktor could respond, the front door swung open, and Y/N stood there with a wide grin, leaning casually against the frame. "Finally! Took you two long enough. Come on in, the dogs have been dying to meet you."

Jayce and Viktor exchanged a glance before cautiously stepping inside. The house was warm and welcoming, the scent of something sweet lingering in the air—maybe tea, maybe fresh bread.

But they weren’t focused on that. Their eyes immediately began scanning the room, looking for the so-called ‘giant beast’ Y/N had warned them about.

And then, from around the corner, a tiny dog trotted into view.

A minuscule, scruffy little Yorkshire Terrier with a puffed-out chest and an attitude far too big for its size. Its wiry coat was a mix of tan and grey, ears perked high with excitement as it strutted forward like it owned the place.

Jayce blinked. "That’s it?"

Viktor tilted his head slightly, studying the tiny creature with an unimpressed look. "This is the ‘beast’?"

Y/N, clearly holding back laughter, crouched down and affectionately scratched behind the little dog’s ears. "Yep. That’s Titan."

Jayce let out a bark of laughter, crouching to the dog’s level. "Oh, come on, Y/N! You made it sound like you had some monster in here!"

Titan—despite being barely the size of Jayce’s forearm—stood proudly, his little tail wagging with confidence. He yapped excitedly and immediately tried to wrestle Jayce’s fingers, gnawing at them with all the ferocity of a tiny warrior.

Jayce grinned. "Oh yeah, real terrifying."

Viktor exhaled, leaning slightly on his cane. "I was expecting something… larger."

And then the ground shook.

A heavy thud echoed through the room.

Jayce and Viktor froze.

There was a sound of something massive moving—slow, deliberate steps, heavy paws pressing against the wooden floor. The air suddenly felt different, thick with an undeniable presence.

And then they saw it.

Emerging from the hallway, like some ancient guardian beast, was a dog so massive it practically had its own gravitational field. A Kangal, broad-shouldered and powerful, with a thick, cream-coloured coat and a dark mask over its face. Its sheer size dwarfed everything in the room, towering over the furniture.

It stared down at them with calm but all-knowing eyes—assessing, judging.

Viktor instinctively tightened his grip on his cane. Jayce slowly stood up, his laughter dying in his throat.

"...A-Are you sure that's not Titan?" Jayce asked, voice suddenly a lot quieter.

Y/N smirked, crossing her arms as the enormous Kangal sat down with a heavy huff, the sheer weight of it making the floor creak slightly. "Nope. That is Peanut."

There was a pause.

A long, painful pause.

Viktor pressed a hand over his face. "You switched their names on purpose, didn’t you?"

Y/N grinned, tilting her head innocently. "I have no idea what you mean."

Titan, the tiny Yorkshire Terrier, let out a high-pitched bark, as if personally mocking them.

Peanut—who could probably take down a fully grown man if he wanted to—merely blinked slowly before gently lowering himself onto the floor with a yawn, completely unbothered by the chaos.

Jayce swallowed hard, clearing his throat as he stepped slightly behind Viktor. "So… uh… he’s friendly, right?"

Y/N gave Peanut a few loving pats on his massive head. "Oh, absolutely. Wouldn’t hurt a fly."

To prove her point, Peanut lowered his massive head onto his paws, staring up at them with the softest, kindest eyes imaginable. His tail gave a single slow wag, clearly too relaxed to care about their presence.

Jayce let out a relieved sigh. "Alright, okay. That’s not so—"

His words were cut off as something launched at his leg.

Titan, the real beast of the house, latched onto Jayce’s ankle with all the force of a miniature hellhound, snarling like he was taking down an intruder.

"WHAT THE HELL—GET IT OFF!" Jayce yelped, shaking his leg in a panic as Titan clung on with surprising strength.

Viktor, for once, looked genuinely amused. "Ah, I see now," he mused, watching the tiny terror gnaw on Jayce’s boot. "Peanut is the gentle one. This is the monster."

Y/N doubled over in laughter. "Yeah, yeah, Peanut’s a sweetheart. But Titan?" She smirked. "He’s the real beast of the house."

Jayce finally managed to shake Titan off, the tiny dog landing gracefully on all fours and immediately puffing out his chest as if he had won the battle. He let out a triumphant bark, clearly enjoying Jayce’s suffering.

Peanut, still sprawled on the floor, let out a long, lazy sigh, completely unbothered.

Jayce ran a hand down his face. "I hate this house."

Viktor smirked, giving Peanut a few careful pats on the head before glancing at Jayce. "I, on the other hand, rather like it."

Titan barked again, eyes locked onto Jayce like he was ready for round two.

Jayce narrowed his eyes. "Don’t you dare."

Y/N grinned, wrapping an arm around both of them and pulling them closer. "Oh, relax, big guy. You’ll get used to it."

Titan wagged his tiny tail. Peanut yawned.

And Viktor? He was definitely enjoying this far too much.

VANDER

The first time Y/N waltzed into The Last Drop with a mountain of fur trailing behind her, everyone assumed she’d brought a bear into the bar. The sheer size of the beast alone made Mylo shriek and scramble onto a table, clutching his drink like it was his last lifeline. Claggor, ever the level-headed one, simply blinked in astonishment, while Vi and Powder immediately rushed over to the dog with stars in their eyes.

“Christ love, what the hell is that?” Vander had asked, arms crossed, eyebrow arched as he took in the massive St. Bernard panting happily at her side.

She grinned, scratching behind the dog’s ear. “This? This is Vander.”

Vander blinked. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Meet Vander.”

Silence.

Then Powder gasped. “She named him after you! Oh my gods, she thinks you look like a dog!”

Y/N snickered as the kids erupted into laughter. Vander pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh, muttering something about 'not getting paid enough for this,' despite the fact that he didn’t get paid at all.

From that day on, the beast—Vander the dog—became a permanent fixture at The Last Drop. He would amble behind the bar and flop down with a heavy thud, taking up an alarming amount of space. Vi often used him as a pillow, Powder climbed all over him, and even Mylo begrudgingly warmed up to the enormous canine (after realising Vander the dog wasn’t, in fact, out to eat him).

=

Powder, however, took things a step further. She didn’t just climb on Vander—she practically lived on him. If she wasn’t sitting on his back while he walked around, she was draped over him like a particularly lazy cat. Sometimes, she’d ride him through the bar like a horse, giggling as he lumbered along, completely unbothered. She even tried tying little ribbons in his fur at one point, though Vander (the man) put his foot down when he saw the dog parading around with bright pink bows on his ears.

“Powder, get off him,” Vi groaned one evening as Vander the dog ambled past, Powder sitting proudly on his back like she was the queen of The Last Drop.

“But he doesn’t mind!” Powder protested, wrapping her arms around the dog’s thick neck. “Do ya, big guy?”

Vander the dog huffed in amusement, his tail wagging slightly.

Human Vander shot Y/N a look. “You’re letting this happen?”

She shrugged. “He likes it. Besides, it's free entertainment.”

=

The only problem? Every time Y/N called for her dog, chaos ensued.

“Vander! Come here, boy!”

Two heads turned. The dog’s and the man’s.

Y/N bit back a grin as she watched them both react simultaneously. The dog perked up, tongue lolling, and trotted towards her eagerly. The man, on the other hand, groaned and shot her a look. “Really?”

She shrugged, completely unapologetic. “What? You do kinda look alike.”

More than once, it led to absolute confusion. Like when Powder excitedly shouted, “Vander, wanna treat?” and both Vanders turned to her with equal enthusiasm. Or when Y/N would scold, “Vander, get your ass off the floor!” and human Vander grumbled, “I AM standing up,” while the dog remained unbothered, snoring at her feet.

The worst, however, was when Y/N, exhausted from a long day, absentmindedly muttered, “Good boy,” while patting the dog’s head—only to look up and see human Vander standing there with an unreadable expression.

“Uh—”

“Y’know what? Not even gonna ask,” Vander said, shaking his head before grabbing a pint. “I need a drink.”

Despite all the mix-ups, Vander the man and Vander the dog had an unspoken understanding. The dog was his unofficial replacement whenever he was busy, acting as a very fluffy bouncer when needed. And in return, Vander (the man) made sure the dog had the best scraps from the bar. More than once, Y/N had caught him sneaking the beast a particularly large cut of meat, muttering, "Don’t tell anyone, big guy."

As much as Vander (the man) would complain, Y/N knew he secretly loved the giant fluffball. Because, at the end of the day, she often caught him sneaking the dog extra treats or murmuring, “Good boy,” when he thought no one was looking.

And if Vander (the man) would grumble when the dog responded faster to his name than he did, well… that was just a bonus.

SILCO

"You what?" Silco's voice was flat, but there was a hint of trepidation beneath it.

"I need you to watch Goliath for a few hours." Y/N stood in front of his desk, arms crossed in a way that left little room for argument.

Silco pinched the bridge of his nose. "And why, exactly, am I—crime lord of Zaun, mastermind of an entire revolution—reduced to a dog sitter?"

"Because you're the only one I trust with him."

Silco narrowed his eyes. "I highly doubt that."

"Also because Sevika said, and I quote, ‘I’d rather risk being blew up my Jinx than deal with that overgrown mutt again.’"

Silco turned his gaze to Sevika, who merely took a swig of her drink and grumbled, "Thing nearly sat on my lungs last time. Couldn’t breathe for five minutes."

Silco sighed, waving a dismissive hand. "Fine. But if he eats anything valuable, you’re replacing it."

Y/N beamed. "You’re the best!" With that, she whistled, and a low rumbling growl preceded the appearance of Goliath—a Bernese Mountain Dog of utterly ridiculous proportions.

Thick, glossy black fur with rust and white patches made him look even larger as he lumbered into the room. His huge paws clicked against the floor, and his golden-brown eyes gleamed with excitement as he made a beeline for Silco.

The crime lord tensed. "That is not a dog. That is a bear."

Goliath panted happily, his fluffy tail wagging as he sniffed at Silco’s coat before promptly leaning against him.

"Good luck!" Y/N called over her shoulder as she made a swift exit, leaving Silco alone with the beast.

=

Two Hours Later

Silco was mid-conversation with Sevika, poring over a map of Zaun when he felt it.

A weight. A considerable weight.

At first, it was just a slight pressure against his legs, then a shift of movement. Then—

He glanced down.

Goliath—all 55 kilograms of him—was slowly crawling into his lap.

Silco's lips parted in silent disbelief. "…Is he—?"

Sevika’s eyebrow twitched. "Uh, boss?"

Silco remained utterly still as the massive dog wiggled his way into position, draping his front paws over Silco’s legs, his broad head resting against the crime lord’s chest.

The sheer force of the dog’s weight nearly tipped Silco’s chair back. A very real fear of toppling over and dying beneath a mountain of fur hit him.

"Unbelievable," he muttered under his breath.

Sevika, to her credit, was trying very hard not to laugh, but her shoulders were shaking.

Silco glared at her. "Say a word, and you lose another limb."

"Not sayin’ a word," she muttered, her smirk betraying her amusement.

With painstaking slowness, Silco tried to shift the dog’s weight, only for Goliath to release a deep, satisfied sigh and settle in even more.

Sevika let out a sharp snort. "Boss, I think he’s claiming you."

"He is smothering me," Silco deadpanned.

"Same thing."

"Am I the mountain in this scenario?" Silco muttered to himself, exasperated. "Because he is certainly climbing me like one."

Goliath let out a deep huff and burrowed his face into Silco’s coat, completely oblivious to the crime lord’s suffering.

Sevika completely lost it. She threw her head back, laughing in a way Silco rarely heard. "He likes you, boss!"

Silco leaned around the massive dog to fix her with a flat stare. "That is not reassuring."

At that exact moment, the door swung open, and Y/N stepped inside, taking in the sight before her—

Silco, half-buried under Goliath, looking utterly done. Sevika, doubled over in laughter.

Y/N grinned. "Aww, he chose you!"

Silco slowly turned his exhausted, soul-deep stare on her. "Take. Your. Dog."

Y/N only snorted, reaching out to scratch behind Goliath’s ears. "You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?"

Goliath thumped his tail, utterly unbothered.

Sevika grinned. "So, boss, what’s next? You taking him on walks? Maybe getting him a matching coat?"

Silco let out a long, suffering sigh. "I’m never forgiving you for this, Y/N."

Y/N, still grinning, scooped Goliath off him—though it took considerable effort. "I knew you'd be fine."

Silco muttered something about putting a bounty on his own head, while Sevika wiped a tear from her eye, still chuckling.

=

The Next Morning

Y/N knocked on Silco’s office door, a bright smile on her face. "Hey, Silco, I need another favour—"

The door creaked open just a fraction.

Silco��s mismatched eyes met hers through the gap, dark circles underlining his exhaustion.

His voice was flat. "No."

The door shut.

Y/N blinked. Then she looked down at Goliath, who panted happily beside her.

"You really did a number on him, huh?"

Goliath wagged his tail, looking far too pleased with himself.

JINX/POWDER

/N sat on the worn leather couch, the rhythmic motion of her sewing machine filling the room with a steady hum as she worked on patching up one of Jinx's pants. The soft flicker of the lamp above cast a warm glow across the space, contrasting the chilly air that had settled into the small room. But it wasn’t the lamp's glow that kept her attention. It was the large, powerful figure of Thor, the Alaskan Malamute, who lay sprawled out beside her. His thick, snowy fur was tousled in places from the day’s adventures, and his calm, steady gaze rested on her as she worked. Thor’s size was impossible to ignore, yet his presence was so gentle, so comforting. He had become a quiet anchor in her life, always nearby when she needed him most, just as he had always been for the kids.

The sound of scuffling boots approached the door, followed by a voice that immediately lifted the atmosphere in the room.

“Y/N! Is Thor in there?” Jinx’s voice rang out, full of energy and excitement. Her high-pitched, almost sing-song tone was unmistakable. A wild grin appeared in the doorway as she bounced in, a whirlwind of unpredictable energy. Her wide blue eyes locked onto the massive dog, and without missing a beat, she practically flew towards him.

“Thor!” Jinx squealed, her voice full of pure joy.

Thor, ever the gentle giant, stood from his resting place with slow grace, his massive paws thudding softly on the floor. His wide, expressive eyes softened as they found Jinx. She didn’t even wait for him to fully stand before she threw herself at him. The moment her arms wrapped around his thick neck, Thor’s tail began to wag, creating a low thrum in the room as it hit the floor.

“Who’s my good boy, huh?” Jinx cooed, her face practically buried in his fur. She pressed her cheek against his massive, soft coat, laughing as she felt the warmth of his body radiate against hers. The Malamute’s thick, plush fur seemed to absorb all of her chaos and return it with unwavering affection.

Y/N smiled softly as she watched them. It always amazed her how easily Jinx, with her unpredictable and fiery personality, had found such a calm, soothing companion in Thor. There was a bond between them, one that was built on trust and the kind of wild, unconditional love that only an animal like Thor could offer.

“You two are inseparable, aren’t you?” Y/N mused, pausing her work for a moment, her hands resting on the worn fabric of the jacket. She looked over at the pair, her lips curving into a fond smile as Jinx continued to giggle, curling herself up against Thor’s enormous frame. The dog’s thick tail thumped the ground in approval, his dark eyes soft and relaxed.

“Yeah! He’s like... my giant fuzzy teddy bear!” Jinx exclaimed, her voice bubbling with excitement. Thor seemed content to just let her cling to him, his massive body completely still as he absorbed the affection.

Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle. The dog was built like a powerhouse—strong, robust, and as imposing as any beast could be. Yet, he was as patient and tender as a pup when it came to Jinx. There was something about him that grounded her. Perhaps it was his quiet, steady presence, or maybe it was his ability to see past the chaos of her nature and simply offer her a moment of peace.

After a few moments, Jinx’s face lit up again.

“Hey, Y/N, can I take him out for a walk? Please?” she asked, her eyes wide and filled with innocent pleading. “I promise I won’t make him run too fast. He deserves a little freedom, right?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk tugging at her lips. “You know how strong he is, Jinx,” she warned gently, knowing well how hard it could be for anyone to keep up with Thor when he was on a roll. “Don’t let him drag you around, alright? And don’t go anywhere too dangerous.”

Jinx pouted playfully, giving Y/N her most exaggerated, pleading expression. “I’ll be fine! Thor and I are practically invincible together!” she declared, already bounding towards the door, grabbing his leash.

Thor’s large, dark eyes shifted from Jinx to Y/N before he bounded towards the door, his powerful frame moving with an energy that surprised anyone who didn’t know him well. Jinx was already tugging at the leash, practically bouncing with excitement.

“Alright, alright,” Y/N said, shaking her head with a smile as she watched them head out. “Just... don’t let him get too carried away.” She stood up and followed them to the door, a look of playful concern crossing her face.

As Jinx led Thor out into the crisp air, Y/N couldn’t help but smile, watching them disappear into the street. It was moments like these—quiet moments of calm after chaos—that reminded her how much Jinx had grown and how she had come to find her own sense of peace, even if it was in the form of a giant, affectionate dog. Thor was her companion, her protector, her furry confidante—and Y/N knew that, with him by her side, Jinx had a little piece of comfort, just like everyone else who had come to love the big dog.

Y/N returned to the couch, picking up her sewing once more, the gentle sound of the machine filling the room again. Despite the temporary stillness in the house, she knew that in their own way, they were all home.

[msmysticfail]

Pluto in Aquarius

I'll give you a dose But it will never come close To the rage built up inside of me Fist in the air, in the land of hypocrisy

✶November 19, 2024 to January 19, 2044✶

Aquarius/Uranus rules: rebellion, innovation, thinking outside the box, youth, young adults, community, contribution to the community, groups, breaking conventions, dreams, ideas, surprises, accomplishments, social networks, social causes, social problems, dissatisfaction, uniqueness, agitation, fighting for ideals, fighting for ideas, new, future, future plans, technology, artificial intelligence, online groups, internet, unpredictability, rebellion, innovation, revolt, radicalism, chaos, revolution, turbulence, dissatisfaction, future, astrology, astronomy, gender equity, outer space, UFOs, programming, camaraderie, visionary, questioning, recycling, social responsibility.

Maybe we will feel like a new chapter is beginning because it is, however I would like to say that it is not yet the definitive end of an Era, that will only happen when Pluto enters Pisces and then begins its cycle again with Aries (2068–2098). Only then will we have the beginning of a new Era for humanity. That’s why it’s important for us to pay close attention to how we handle the pending social issues of this Era, such as: global warming, water resources, non-renewable energy sources (oil), gender inequality, humanitarian crises, hyperconnection, artificial intelligence, fake news, deep fakes.

I believe with all my being, with all my intuition, that if we do not take care of our planet now, when we are about to feel the force of Pluto in Aquarius acting on the collective (Earth), future generations—my children, your children, our grandchildren—will suffer greatly from the scenario that Pluto in Taurus (2097–2129) will bring. This generation will certainly pay for all the irreversible damage we have caused to the Earth. This is my intuition and my premonition, and I believe in it with my life. We must take care of this planet while there is still time.

Aquarius is also the opposite (opposition) of Leo, so leonine figures, as well as leonine themes, will go through certain challenges—this is a time of change.

When Pluto was last in Aquarius (1777–1798)

Lenormand was alive;

Yes, the creator of the Lenormand tarot was alive when Pluto was last in Aquarius, with the gift of vision running through her veins. Pluto in Aquarius guided this incredible seer through the paths of divination. Moreover, Marie Anne was part of the French Revolution and the Napoleonic Era.

French Revolution;

Declaration of the Rights of Woman and the Female Citizen by Olympe de Gouges;

Creation of the guillotine;

The “fall” of the monarchy;

The “fall” of absolutism;

Creation of the United States of America as an independent country;

The Enlightenment as the “predominant form” of thought.

Predictions

Return of Cicada 3301

This is a more personal prediction. I feel that with Uranus entering Gemini and Pluto in Aquarius, we will see a boom in all matters related to the internet. Pluto rules sects and secret groups, which is exactly what Cicada 3301 is.

More violent protests

Protests will become more violent due to Pluto’s influence, which acts as an “amplifier” (similar to Jupiter), but Pluto intensifies extreme emotions. Therefore, if the collective is very dissatisfied, this dissatisfaction will be tripled, and as a result, the protests will become more intense.

Advancement or colonization of Mars

Elon (Mars in Aquarius in the 8th house) and his team will certainly make great progress when it comes to advancing the colonization of Mars, as outer space is ruled by Uranus, the ruler of Aquarius. Thus, I believe that we, as humanity, will move forward toward space-related achievements.

Changes regarding misogyny in India (Parts of Asia)

There is still a dramatic scenario in 2024 occurring in parts of India and East Asia, where baby girls are abandoned or killed simply for being girls. Korean women still face a great deal of gender disparity in the workplace.

Behavioral shift in South Korea

South Korea still has a social landscape that does not favor gender equality.

New social network emerging

Yes, a new social network (or more) is on the horizon, as Uranus in Gemini (Air) and Pluto in Aquarius (Air) have joined forces to bring many innovations.

Social network ceasing to exist

Pluto speaks about death, and in this case, since it rules the internet, apps, and social networks, a certain social network has a high probability of ceasing to exist.

Change in beauty standards

Pluto in Aquarius will make a direct opposition to Leo, which, like Libra, dictates beauty standards and trends. The Aquarius-Leo axis deals with fashion, trends, individual tastes, and collective style.

Growth of astrology

Aquarius literally rules astrology, predictions, and our starry sky full of planets. With Pluto in Aquarius, the market is likely to see a boom in books, courses, and debates about astrology. Its importance will grow significantly.

Growth in the quality of electronic music

DJs, in particular, will be producing music and melodies that will “touch” the audience on a deeper level. As a result, we will have higher-quality music and new electronic hits emerging.

Hollywood will undergo a drastic transformation

Hollywood is literally one of the biggest symbols of Leo (with a strong influence from Neptune, as Neptune rules cinema and cinematic art). With Pluto in Aquarius making a direct opposition to this sign, we will see major transformations in aspects I can’t yet predict concerning Hollywood and its actors and actresses.

Aquarian figures gaining power and fame

Whether they have personal planets in Aquarius or simply embody this archetype.

Gigantic growth of AI

We will end Pluto in Aquarius with so many innovations and machines compared to what we have now. The question arises: could AI ever gain self-awareness? (...who knows?)

The masses will be more dissatisfied/questioning

We will be unconsciously reevaluating the rules imposed by society. As a result, feelings of dissatisfaction may arise at various times, leading to rebellion, strikes, and protests.

Greater contact with Space

Aquarius rules the starry sky, space, and everything strange to Earth. With Pluto in Aquarius, we will be more inclined to explore space, and we may even finally receive confirmations regarding extraterrestrial life.

Places most affected:

Argentina – Moon in Aquarius 27°03’

São Paulo – Sun in Aquarius 14°51’

China – Ascendant in Aquarius 5°56’

United States – Moon in Aquarius 26°58’

Brazil – Ascendant in Aquarius 28°10’

Cuba – Ascendant in Aquarius 17°30’

India – Midheaven in Aquarius 14°49’

South Korea – Sun in Leo 21°40’ (opposition to Pluto in Aquarius)

Los Angeles – Midheaven in Leo 1°26’ (opposition to Pluto in Aquarius)

Tokyo – Moon in Leo 6°06’ (opposition to Pluto in Aquarius)

India – Sun in Leo 21°07’ (opposition to Pluto in Aquarius)

Mexico City – Sun in Leo 3°11’ (opposition to Pluto in Aquarius)

To conclude, I want to make it very clear that I feel a significant event of large proportions will occur when Pluto in Aquarius, at its final degrees, opposes Uranus in Leo, starting around 2038 or 2039. This movement will greatly impact society.

“Ideas are bulletproof!”

— V for Vendetta

[ninibeingdelulu]

Am I in love with just a theme ? ✧

Plot: You watch your boyfriend becoming a serial killer…

An eerie hush permeated the modest bedroom save for the scratching of Light's pen etching yet another convicted criminal's name into that innocuous black notebook.

You couldn't tear your gaze away, stomach roiling in uneasy revulsion at how...casually he wielded such monstrous power these days.

Like some self-appointed deity passing judgment with a flick of his wrist.

This merciless, arrogant demigod bore only the barest fleeting resemblance to the brilliant yet tenderhearted boyfriend you once adored.

Since acquiring the Death Note's insidious abilities, your Light had steadily devolved into a twisted shell of his former self, driven by an all-consuming messiah complex.

You barely recognized him anymore - the Light you knew would've recoiled in horror over such wanton slaughter, dismissing the very notion as abhorrent. These days? He didn't so much as blink as person after person perished at his whim, swaths of human lives extinguished with infuriatingly casual indifference.

Swallowing thickly, you finally found your voice. Hesitant, yet brimming with desperation to reach whatever tattered remnants of the man you loved still lurked beneath Kira's pitiless exterior.

"Light?"

When those russet eyes flickered up towards you, glacial and utterly devoid of warmth, the words shriveled in your throat for an agonizing heartbeat.

Plunging onwards with a strained exhale, you barrelled through before your nerve could crumble entirely.

"Why don't you just...pass the notebook off to someone else?" Achingly wistful, you curled your arms across your midsection like a flimsy shield.

"You don't...you don't have to keep doing this yourself. We could go back to how things were before and-"

"Enough." Light cut you off with a curt growl, snapping the Death Note closed with a dull thud that made you flinch.

Abruptly he stood, stalking towards the bed with leonine grace yet stiff, clipped movements radiating frigid menace. Too late, you shrank from his imposing form looming over you now.

Face to face, scarcely inches apart, you could see the fanatical glint smoldering behind those impassive, handsome features.

A shudder slithered down your vertebrae under his unnerving scrutiny.

"I can't let this power slip into anyone else's hands."

The words emerged through gritted teeth, a muscle feathering along Light's taut jawline.

"I was chosen to become the God of this new world, to execute divine justice and establish true order with my own hands. No one else is worthy."

An errant tear slipped from the corner of your eye, tracing a glistening trail down your cheek in the tense standoff's wake. You tried valiantly to fortify your resolve, to not flinch away from the sheer gravity of that unnervingly cold, callous resolution etched into his very marrow.

But it was too much.

"Light, please..."

The words gurgled out in a desperate rasp, thick with anguished pleading and unshed tears.

"I love you, b-but I can't keep watching as you lose every shred of your humanity like this! If you won't give up that thing, then...then I have to go. I can't stay by and watch this anymore!"

At the achingly soft admission spilling through your wobbling lips, Light's expression didn't flicker for a protracted, agonizing heartbeat.

But then his mouth curled into the ghost of a smirk, utterly devoid of genuine mirth - just cruel, calculating self-assurance.

"Go ahead and try," he crooned with scathing disinterest, callused fingers seizing a rough fistful of your hair to forcibly tilt your face up towards his. Tears spilled freely now, sobs raking your trembling frame.

"You don't honestly think I'd let you walk away with everything you know about me still intact, do you?"

The icy finality behind those mocking words washed over you in a suffocating wave, stealing what little tenuous purchase on hope you still possessed.

You sagged, terror-fuelled adrenaline rapidly leaching away into numb hopelessness and misery.

Without ceremony, Light shoved you away with a scoff, leaving you sprawled across the mattress amidst your pitiful puddle of grief.

With a few perfunctory swipes of his sleeve across those chiseled features, he'd already vanished whatever fleeting glimpses of genuine emotion had flickered there just moments ago.

"You'll stay right here, powerless and silent as my humble concubine," the words emerged crisp, cold, and utterly inflexible as he returned to the Death Note splayed open in indifferent expectation.

"Embrace your purpose, devote yourself to watching over the birth of a new utopia...or perish like any other obstacle beneath my heel."

Through a fresh torrent of searing tears, you could only bring yourself to rasp out a pitiful whimper of surrender.

Beaten. Broken.

Any facade of control or dignity had long fled along with the better parts of Light's withering soul.

Beneath the weight of sickening realization settling like a shroud, darkness crept across your vision as the soft scratching of pen against paper resumed.

You were well and truly his hapless pawn now.

[markrosewater]

Has there ever been any thought to combining the Ox and Minotaur creature types? Such as simplifying both to simply "Cow?"

I'm a huge fan of bovines in all forms and it would be nice if all of the Ox in magic worked alongside their more anthropomorphic cousins the Minotaur. As it is now we're lucky to really get cards of *either* type printed. There's resonance to the name Minotaur, no doubt, but it also has its share of baggage. It has Greek connotations and that's probably a big reason Minotaurs are almost strictly in Theros (although some favorites, such as Neheb, are from other planes).

I was happy that Outlaws had more Ox cards, but it also highlights my dissatisfaction: Holy Cow is an *ox* not a cow, despite the name. It feels like a retread of the Hound or Naga debacle all over again. Hound was simplified to Dog and all Snakes, from rattlesnakes to Naga, are simply the type Snake now. This allows snakes and dogs of all walks benefit from a shared unity. Cats had it right, we didn't need Leonin as a separate type.

I just feel like there's unnecessary separation being created by dividing Ox and Minotaur and it has the same resonance failings as all dogs being labeled "hounds" had. If it's important for a particular creature to *be* a minotaur then they can just *have* minotaur in their name, like ~30% of minotaurs already do. There's also the simple fact that Minotaur is a longer average creature type, limiting design space for other types to be included. It's hard to justify why a Minotaur is on a random plane, but much less so if it's simply a "Cow Warrior" for example.

As for why I think "Cow" should just be the combined type name, I simply think it fits. Cow is a resonant name. Almost everyone, East to west, knows *of* cows if only because their milk is such a widely used commodity. We don't call it "Ox's milk" after all. More than that, it's fun! Cow is *funny* in the same way *squirrel* is funny. It's amusing to see "Squirrels you control" in this game full of fighting. In that vein, "Cows you control" is an amusing line that can help break up the seriousness of a setting.

I know this is making a mountain out of a molehill, but magic is a game of different perspectives coming together and creating something new. Cows are my favorite animal and it's simply dissatisfying, to me, that my Holy Cow can't benefit from a Kragma Warcaller. That Angrath, colloquially named "Cow Dad" in the community, would have the creature type "Minotaur." The only downside I can see is that "Cow" *does* specifically refer to females of a bovine species. But that is a distinction few, if any, seriously take into consideration. If one sees a field of cows, they're not saying "I see lots of cows and 3 bulls!" They're going to say "I see cows!"

So to bring the thesis back, has there been any discussion internally to simplifying the Minotaur and Ox creature types under a single banner, such as "Cow?" I would also happily settle for "Cattle" as the new type. I just feel the current Ox vs Minotaur divide has to go, for both flavor and mechanical reasons, and the sooner the better.

I have been on Team Cow (as I was on Team Dog) for many years. I even made Cows in Un-sets. I still believe Minotaur should be its own creature type though.

[amarynthian-chronicles]

The Unwritten

(I could not resist, I simply had to write a little drabble with your magnificent slasher Sun and Moon and Final Girl Astrid, it is such a joy to imagine scenarios with the boys, I love them and I am so grateful you created the silly murder lads @wyervan )

Moon was quite athletic, his lithe form strong and elegant. It was in stark contrast to his rather drowsy demeanour. One might imagine him as a ballet dancer that could sleepwalk his way through a show without elaborating anything afterwards. A circus prodigy and master gymnast, he took delight in making use of aerial silks or random cords to sleepily hang from the ceiling, waiting for the perfect moment to frighten arcade patrons of his choosing, akin to a spider descending from his dark den.

This was quite useful when he wished to scare away guests that he did not find suitable, as well as those that had an aura of Evil around them.

Lethargic and lethal, Moon was like a blade taking its sweet time.

And he was currently using his talents to hang upside down right in front of you and your book.

"May I help you, Mister Moon?"

"Oh, no, I am perfectly fine as I am, thank you for asking."

"How are you even doing that for so long? Your blood pressure must be regretting all of its life choices right now."

"Never underestimate the resilience of a contortionist. What are you reading, Starlight?"

"A book."

To your surprise, he shamelessly snagged it from your hands, grin wide and sharp. He turned the book upside down and proceeded to inspect it.

"Torture Methods Throughout History: A Comprehensive Guide. Getting some interesting date ideas from in here, hm? We could try the position from page seventy-four."

"Very funny."

You reached to retrieve your stolen treasure, but to no avail. Moon kept on reading, humming a rather distorted tune of what must have been a nursery rhyme, adding a sinister air to its initial innocence.

Through your Sight, you could see his soul glide along the walls, akin to a shadow, its eyes a blazing inferno, smile impossibly wide, taunting you. Unphased, you observed it as it spread into various shapes, infinite sharp grins, silent cackles. Moon had an incredibly powerful soul, you had to admit. You dared not admit to yourself that you also found it morbidly beautiful.

A few moments passed and you felt a finger under your chin, diverting your attention from the walls back onto Moon himself.

"Eyes on me, Starlight. What are you so captivated with? Share with the rest of the class."

"You boys need to change your wallpaper."

He blinked in confusion, unable to make sense of your words. Finally, amused with the absurdity of the statement, he snickered and averted his gaze to the other half of the room, eyeing his esteemed colleague as he was busy taking care of the group of children you had brought over.

"Sun, apparently we need to change our wallpaper."

"I beg your finest pardon that you currently have available?"

Pouting and quite offended, Sun huffed as if he were a dramatic king, his mane of copper hair only accentuating his leonine and regal aesthetic. The arcade was his realm, his dominion, and heaven help any poor soul that dared to insult its interior design. A perfect counterpart to Moon, Sun was incredibly swift and diligent in his duties. Sometimes you thought he had superhuman speed, capable of appearing by your side within mere seconds in any given situation.

He was everywhere, he knew everything, he was merciless sunlight capable of cracking mountains with the sheer heat of his presence and personality.

You did your best to remain unphased as you observed the essence of his aura around him. Blinding light, impossible to gaze at for too long, the soul's head crowned with sharp rays worthy of the star that commands the center of the galaxy. His spirit mirrored how agitated Sun currently was. Moon's shadowy soul merely mocked it, and the two entities began to chase one another other across the walls and wrestle with each other.

You returned your attention to Sun's exchange with Moon.

"-my vintage wallpaper, thank you very much. It shall remain where it is and I expect both of you to make a written apology to it. Moon, stop laughing!"

"This reaction is better than that one time I caught you cooing at the pinball machine."

"It is an excellent listener and has never disappointed me, unlike some people I shall not name here."

"Are you still mad about the laundry from this morning?"

"My white linen is blue now. Unacceptable, unforgivable, beyond description."

"I think it is a bad time to inform you I clogged the sink on the second floor then."

"Moon, if you want to put me in my early grave, give me something a bit more dignified than a simple heart attack."

The boys were absolutely fascinating. Your Sense and Sight had acquired new heights from their mere presence. Continuously sharpened, like a fine blade, you could read nuance and emotions of each fibre of flesh and fabric, Sun's heavenly eyes reflecting a scene that had happened mere hours ago, the final moments of his victims echoing in his aura akin to forgotten music in a cathedral.

So many little things revealed their secrets to you. Sun's professional handshake, the same hands that had crushed a man's windpipe a mere forty minutes earlier. Beautiful jester fabric, freshly washed, unable to erase the memories stored in each thread, death upon death interwoven.

Moon's caresses and soft whispers, playful jokes, that same voice had been a shrill cackle, relishing the sight of a man eviscerated the evening prior. Those same teeth that Moon would allow you to inspect had been used to rip endless throats open, allowing the blood of Evil to flow in rivers to the darkness from whence it came.

You were a reader of the Unwritten.

Seemingly innocent pieces of furniture, hammers, nails, kitchen knives, each object eager to tell you a tale, one more gruesome than the other. Walls and mirrors contained invisible blood, the earth contained the songs of the dead.

Each murder equally justified. The boys were vigilantes in their own manner. However, the fact remained that two people could not battle the system forever without getting caught, either by human or supernatural forces. And so, you had done your best to assist in secret. As silent and unassuming as a narrator helping your favourite characters.

The police were easy to mess with, throwing them on a false trail or tipping them in another direction to avoid suspicion falling on your boys.

However, Death itself never rested. Vengeful spirits would gather and crawl around the arcade each night, many consumed with desire for retribution, determined to settle the score. Invisible to the eyes of most humans, but quite palpable and dangerous. Silent as the night, you would appear, ink and paper in hand, tracing sigils and calmly banishing the wicked souls as they roared and shrieked in agony. Not a single force of Darkness had the right to touch what was yours.

The town needed heroes. The world was a broken and sad place. Sun and Moon may not have been the ideal of what a hero should be, but it was all that was realistically available in that moment to protect children. You sighed, returning from your thoughts.

Sun had returned to his seat, dragging Moon along with him, picking up a few fairy tale books and placing them in his hands.

"You can make it up to me by helping me give our tiny starlights a perfect storytelling experience. I shall read the lines of the knight and you read the lines of the dragon."

"Is there no role of a tavern-keeper that doesn't give half of a damn?"

You smiled at the scene. How silly it all was.

The local library was going through some renovations, therefore the little reading group that you would normally care for in the designated section was unable to gather in their usual location. Wishing to still give them a nice experience and unwilling to send them home disappointed, you decided to bring them to the arcade. Sun had happily stolen your role of storyteller and wished to read to the children himself. It was rather adorable, so you did not complain much and simply allowed him to have fun with the little ones.

The children had given him quite the run for his money in the meantime, always questioning the plot of the story and wishing to know all there was about lore and worldbuilding.

Perhaps one day you would join the process of weaving the story together, adding lines of your own. Perhaps Moon may even get his wish of being a sassy tavern-keeper that teaches the principles of tax fraud to his tiny starlights, while King Sun keeps wondering where all the infrastructure money had gone.

So many possibilities. Stories slumbering peacefully in the realm of the Unwritten.

[itsabouttimex2]

Oooh how about some yandere headcanons of Tang , Redson and Azure lion with a reader who’s very reckless? They’re always throwing themselves into danger whenever the team is fighting, and reader just insists they’re trying to help. Please if not no worries XD

Sure thing! Also, I think I’m going to grind out a few more requests before I wipe my inbox. I let it grow shamefully out of care during my hiatuses. Then I’ll open up Character x Character (still platonic) requests for a while.

“Y/N, I find that I have warned you many times about this kind of behavior…”

You look up to the leonine demon with a frown, gripping one of your upper arms as a form of self-support. How many times have you heard this lecture? How many times would you hear it in the future? Every time that you so much as try to help him in a fight, you’re sat down for this same spiel.

But you don’t remember him ever being this stern. In fact, he seems-

“Cub,” the lion says, carefully taking your chin between two massive fingers. He says it pointedly, as though preemptively arguing his stance- you’re young and small, still a child to him. One he sees as worthy of his love and protection, even if you might try to reject it.

“Y-yes, Azure?”

“I would like you to pay close attention when I’m talking to you, please.”

Even upset, the demon remains polite and gentle, if rather firm. His fingers are soft to the touch, claws carefully sheathed. He’s never used them against you, not even once. Nor has he even threatened you with them.

His massive hand shifts to your hair, stroking the unruly strands back into place. His metacarpal pad squishes into your cheek, and you can’t help but lean into it, savoring the brief moment of warmth he offers during this long scolding.

“It seems I must switch my methods- clearly, my words will continue to fall on deaf ears if I continue down this path.”

Azure outright scruffs you- snags you by the cape attached to your pauldrons and lifts until your feet leave the ground.

“Come along, cub,” the lion says, as though you have a choice at the moment. All you can do is dangle from his blue-furred hand and try not to squirm, hoping that your cape won’t rip and sending you tumbling.

The training grounds are a familiar sight, hours and hours spent here together, learning all of Azure’s skills.

He presses a wooden training blade into your hands, then takes up one of his own.

“If I cannot teach you, perhaps a full day of training will. We will be sparring from this moment to your bedtime,” he sternly informs, a blush creeping up your face at his final word. That your mentor saw you as so young that he enforced a strict bedtime was…

Well, you tried to tell yourself it was reasonable. After all, if you were growing stronger and exhausting your body, you’d need lots of rest, wouldn’t you?

Didn’t justify the constant checking on you through the night, tucking you in every time the blankets come loose, and ensuring that all the windows were shut and locked.

And you had no doubt that was where you’d end up, exhausted and face-down on your bed, letting Azure gingerly knead out your aching muscles with his massive paws.

But all of that was for later. For now?

You had a full eight hours of training ahead.

Good luck, Y/N.

“No.”

“Wuh- what the hell do you mean, no?! I haven’t said anything yet!”

“And the answer is still no, brat.”

This is the most frequent conversation you and Red Son seem to have, constant preemptive denial of whatever scheme you’re dreaming up.

He’s viciously protective of you, serving as an ever-vigilant guard. Not only is your every move tracked and monitored, but your actions are under constant and fierce scrutiny.

“I see you went to that cheese tea stall, Y/N. After I told you that you weren’t allowed to go.”

“Red, they moved it to the inner city! It’s way safer there, so all your arguments before don’t even matter anymore!”

“…hmph. I suppose I’ll let this slide, then. But I’m not going to be so merciful next time.”

Constant restrictions on where you go and what you do, which could theoretically be lessened to some degree, if only you’d just stop being such a damn fool.

To him, your actions are proof of immaturity, preventing Red Son from genuinely trusting you or letting loose the stranglehold grip he’s taken on your life.

To you? You are genuinely just trying to help the people you love, if a bit recklessly.

But Red doesn’t see it that way, and even when you try to make a convincing argument as to why he should, it’s promptly shot down.

So with debate and brute force both proving pointless in changing his mind, you switch to stealth and subterfuge instead. Expect to get caught about fifty percent of the time, then forced back inside and placed under lock and key.

He loves you, dammit! Why do you have to be so stupid?! Why do you have to try and sneak out?! Why can’t he love any other idiotic mortal around?!

Why does it have to be you?

Red Son can’t imagine that he’ll ever find out why he came to cherish someone as small and weak and stupid as you… but he does.

And since he can’t force himself to stop caring, he’ll just have to impose harsher and harsher restrictions until you finally submit to his care.

Maybe then he’ll finally be able to berate thoroughly talk you out of your heroic ‘delusions’. Maybe you’ll crack and break down, finally discouraged from your kindness.

Just this once, he’ll let you cry into his shoulder.

It’s the least he can do for the person he loves most.

Oh, this poor man. Weak ankles, frail body, fragile heart. You are not doing him any favors by acting recklessly.

“Y/N, NO! Put that down! You- you can’t just go around swinging random swords- stop spinning it!”

“It’s fine, Mister Tang! Mei’s been teaching me!”

“Teaching you to what?! Get yourself killed as quickly as possible?!”

Yeah, he’s constantly on the verge of falling apart. Given that the scholar genuinely just wants to keep you safe and sound, it’s absolutely nerve-wracking for him to deal with you.

Expect him to turn to the Noodlefam for help eventually. Given that they cherish Tang as much as he cherishes them, it’s not hard to rally them into lending him a hand.

He’ll speak to MK about the whole matter, talking him into keeping an eye out for you. He might even convince the young hero to whip up a clone to keep surveillance on you, trying it’s hardest to keep you out of trouble.

As for Pigsy, well… if Tang sees you as a child, let’s be honest- so does the chef. Man has a ladle locked and loaded for the backside of your head, and a sharp remand to go with the sting. “Enough messing around, Y/N! Put the damn sword down and help me with these dumplings already!” And at his words you reluctantly clamber down from the windowsill you were crawling over, settling back at the counter to help the porcine demon prep a meal.

All three of them together have zero issue with keeping you under control, but Tang is clearly the most dedicated here, and sometimes on his own in tending to the matter.

You have to sit through hours of scoldings and lectures. When he’s finally done trying to impart upon you why what you’ve done is dangerous, Tang sends you off to bed with his worried words ringing in your ears.

He’ll stop by to tuck you in, of course. Even when caught in the maddening throes of obsession is Tang kind, always looking to dote on you in some way.

There’s definitely worse people to be dealing with, at least.

[twsted-kinks]

TWST Monster AU Ideas (NSFW)

>ageless and minors dni<

IDK if I'm gonna do an AU where NRC is just filled with non-humans and MC is the only human or have a completely different setting where it's basically fantasy village filled with the TWST boys but monsters. For beastmen basically just give them animal heads and like... Fantasy beastfolk. Same with mers they're basically the same but more monster features.

Either way I want thoughts on what monsters each guy would be

Riddle - Centaur- based off competitive/show horse

Ace - Satyr (maybe make shortstack for size diff)

Deuce - Rabbitfolk/half rabbitfolk? (Shortstack?)

Cater - Slime/ooze (Can do the duplication spell but not because he just splits himself)

Trey - Minotaur

Leona - Lionfolk/Leonin

Ruggie - Hyenafolk/Gnoll

Jack - Wolffolk/worgen

Azul - Octomer but big/kraken?

Jade & Floyd - Eel mer but more monsterous (more teeth and creepier)

Kalim - Harpy (parrot or bird of paradise based)

Jamil - Naga (definitely keeping the hypnotism)

Vil - Incubus ;)

Rook - Bugbear/firbolg/troll idk something big with a tail and some tusks mayhaps

Epel - fairy/pixie (even more size difference)

Idia - Ghost

Malleus - Dragon (basically the same but humanoid form is glamour and still he has lots of scales and his tail and wings and of course horns)

Lilia - Bat monster (basically giant bat with some human-like features)

Silver - Centaur (based off work/war horse)

Sebek - Lizardfolk/Drake/Dragonborn/maybe kobold? (for size difference)

Neige - Angel

Che’nya - Catfolk/Tabaxi

Dire Crowley - Crow harpy

Divus Crewel - Human? Maybe breeds monsters like monster husbandry.

Mozus Trein - Human? Maybe also a monster fucker so monster fucker mentor? Or just the friend that judges your taste.

Ashton Vargas - Chimera/Manticore (looking like Beast)

Sam - Undead? Ghoul/zombie? A friend from the other side?

Please reply or send me an ask with your thoughts!

[artifacts-archive]

Amulet of the Goddess Sekhmet

Egyptian, Third Intermediate Period (about 1069–664 BCE)

With the head of a lion and the idealized figure of a woman, this amulet depicts a powerful ancient Egyptian goddess. Ancient Egyptians—both living and dead—wore amulets of gods and goddesses to bring protection and health. These included depictions of deities in their human, animal, or mixed forms. This amulet represents one of several goddesses who appeared in a hybrid leonine-human form, likely Sekhmet, a goddess of pestilence and divine violence. In Egyptian mythology, Sekhmet acted as the Eye of Re, the daughter and protector of the sun god, Re. She had the ability to make enemies fall sick or heal those who were afflicted, so she would have provided the wearer of this amulet with protection from disease and other dangerous forces.

[badelktales]

Flumph Extract (Tentacles!)

[...A gasp escaped her lips as one brushed over the curve of her hip, another pressed against the small of her back. They moved with a purpose, not rough but thorough, as if learning the shape of her, committing her to memory. One curled over her rear. Another brushed up, slow and deliberate, across her chest. "W… what?" she gasped, the word barely a whisper. A presence pressed into her mind, gentle yet insistent, as though asking permission, as though seeking something deeper. Sensation followed thought. The Flumph pulsed again, its glow deepening, its tendrils tightening just slightly. Then—images. Vivid. Real. Her mind reeled, and her body reacted before she even had a chance to process the shift. An androsphinx. Massive. Regal. Its golden fur gleamed, its muscular form towering above her, its wide, wise face staring down at her small, vulnerable frame. She was bared before it. She felt the weight of its presence, the sheer immensity of it. And then—a pressure. Heavy. Insistent. Real. If some small, distant part of her mind wasn’t whispering that this was all in her head, she might have truly believed the massive, leonine cock was pressing against her entrance, poised to claim her. A sharp, breathless gasp tore from her throat. The psychic touch sent a shudder of arousal rippling through her, heat pooling deep in her core. She had no defense against it. The Flumph pulsed again. And she let it. The tentacles glided over her blouse, teasing at the stiff peaks of her nipples, brushing in light, featherlike strokes against the fabric. Each touch sent a subtle thrill through her, her body betraying her before her mind could process what was happening. Others stroked the curve of her rear, traced along the sensitive insides of her thighs, pressing, rubbing, slithering against the leather-clad heat between her legs. A soft moan slipped free, unbidden, a shudder rolling through her body at the delicate, measured intensity of the creature’s exploration. It was skillful. Too skillful. If she didn’t know better, she’d swear the Flumph was reading her, using its psionic touch to work out exactly where to tease, where to apply pressure, where to keep her wanting. It was learning her responses, adjusting, tuning itself to her pleasure. Vivid, erotic imagery continued to take form in her mind, each projection seamlessly feeding into her body’s growing need. Her skin flushed, warmth pooling deep inside her, an undeniable heat curling in her core. And then—the phantom touch of the Androsphinx. A presence. Massive, dominating and insatiable. Its cock pressed against her, an insistent sensation. Its majestic form looming above, its golden fur glistening under unseen light. It wanted to stake its claim. She gasped, a sharp intake of breath, her hips rolling on instinct, her body begging for more before she even understood what she was doing. The ache deepened, swelling into something palpable, electric. A yearning for carnal fulfillment, something just out of reach. And the Flumph knew. It took advantage of the distraction, its tendrils working beneath the tight leather of her pants, slipping with frictionless ease—curious, eager, relentless. A shudder ripped through her as the spike-tipped appendages traced intimate paths, teasing over slick, aching flesh. One slid lower, circling with agonizing patience, brushing against rear passage. Her body tensed, caught in the rising storm of sensation, every nerve alight with anticipation. She struggled against the bindings, writhing in mounting tension, the tightness in her core coiling, winding tighter with each denied release. The Flumph pulsed, almost… excitedly. It delighted in her frustration, in the way she squirmed, her eyes hooded with lust, her breath coming in quick, desperate pants. ‘P… please,�� she whimpered, her voice quivering with need. She didn’t even know if she was begging for it to stop. Or for more...]

[paisholotus]

Ch.11

Siya's and Rina's dress

୨⎯ Narrative ⎯୧

The great hall of Cair Paravel gleamed in the afternoon sunlight. Newly polished marble floors reflected the light streaming through tall windows, creating patterns of gold and rainbow across the assembled crowd. After a hundred years of winter, the castle by the sea had been restored to its former glory in a matter of days—a testament to the magic flowing through Narnia now that the White Witch's reign had ended.

Banners of red and gold hung from the rafters, each bearing the emblem of a lion rampant. The scent of sea air mingled with that of fresh flowers, garlands of which adorned every pillar and archway. Outside, the waves of the Eastern Ocean lapped gently against the shore, their rhythm a counterpoint to the excited murmurs of the gathered Narnians.

At the far end of the hall stood seven thrones upon a marble dais. Four in the center—two larger flanked by two smaller—and three to the side, arranged in descending height. All were carved from white marble and inlaid with gold and precious stones, each design unique to the sovereign who would occupy it.

Aslan stood before the dais, his golden form seeming to radiate light of its own. He surveyed the gathered crowd with deep satisfaction. Centaurs in polished armor stood at attention along the walls. Fauns and dryads clustered together, whispering excitedly. Talking beasts of all kinds—from the smallest mice to great bears and leopards—had found places according to their size. Even the trees had sent representatives, their branch-like limbs swaying gently though there was no breeze within the hall.

The Great Lion's gaze shifted to his own children, waiting quietly to one side of the hall. Though human in form, they were as much children of Narnia as any creature born of its soil. Siya, the eldest, stood tall and regal in a gown of deepest gold that complemented her dark skin, her black hair intricately braided and adorned with golden beads. The silver mark on her forehead—the sign of Aslan's chosen—gleamed in the afternoon light.

Beside her, Rina wore a dress of forest green with silver embroidery that caught the light as she moved. Her hair was shorter than her sister's, falling in soft curls around her shoulders. The same silver mark adorned her forehead, a star-like symbol that connected these human children to their lion father.

Young William fidgeted in his formal attire, a miniature version of royal Narnian dress with a small ceremonial cape draped over his shoulders. His dark eyes, bright with excitement, darted around the hall, taking in every detail until a gentle touch from Siya stilled him.

Pride swelled within Aslan's chest as he regarded them. How strange and wonderful were the workings of magic, that these children—born of human form but of Narnian essence—should be his own. They had each faced the darkness in their own way during the White Witch's final days—Siya with her unwavering leadership, Rina with her compassionate courage, and William with his innocent faith. Though they did not share his leonine form, they carried his spirit within them.

And yet, today they would stand aside as the prophecy reached its fulfillment.

A soft horn sounded, and the crowd parted. Down the center of the hall came the Pevensies, walking in pairs. First Lucy and Edmund, then Susan and Peter. They were dressed in Narnian finery—tunics and dresses in rich colors embroidered with symbols of their new kingdom. They had changed in the short time since their arrival in Narnia, Aslan noted. Not just in appearance, though that too was evident. There was a new confidence in their bearing, a wisdom in their eyes that spoke of lessons learned and trials overcome.

As they approached the dais, Aslan turned to address the assembled creatures.

"Today," his voice rolled like distant thunder through the hall, "we witness the fulfillment of an ancient prophecy. The thrones of Cair Paravel, long empty, will once again be filled. Winter's grip has been broken, and Narnia enters a new age of peace and prosperity."

He turned to the Pevensies, who now stood before him.

"Kneel, Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve."

They did so, heads bowed in solemn reverence. Mr. and Mrs. Beaver approached, carrying between them a velvet cushion upon which rested four crowns. Mr. Tumnus followed, bearing a ceremonial horn.

Aslan nodded to the faun, who raised the horn and blew a clear, sweet note that seemed to hang in the air like visible magic.

"To the clear Southern Sun," Aslan intoned, "I give you Queen Lucy the Valiant."

He motioned to the Beavers, who carefully lifted the smallest crown—a delicate circlet of silver leaves—and passed it to him. With gentle dignity, Aslan placed it upon Lucy's head. Her face shone with joy as she looked up at him.

"To the radiant Great Woods, I give you King Edmund the Just."

Edmund's crown was silver as well, but more substantial than Lucy's, set with dark sapphires that gleamed like midnight. As Aslan placed it upon his head, Edmund's expression was solemn, the weight of his recent experiences evident in his eyes. Yet there was determination there too, and gratitude.

"To the gleaming Eastern Sea, I give you Queen Susan the Gentle."

Susan's crown was a flowing design of golden flowers and vines, delicate yet strong like the queen herself. She accepted it with graceful dignity, her eyes meeting Aslan's with quiet understanding.

"And to the magnificent Western Mountains, I give you High King Peter the Magnificent."

Peter's crown was the most imposing of the four—gold set with rubies and emeralds, a king's crown in every sense. As Aslan placed it upon his brow, a change seemed to come over the young man, as if the crown itself conferred not just authority but the wisdom to wield it well.

The newly crowned monarchs rose and turned to face the crowd, which erupted in cheers and jubilation. "Long live King Peter! Long live Queen Susan! Long live King Edmund! Long live Queen Lucy!" The chant echoed through the great hall, growing louder with each repetition.

When the cheers finally subsided, Aslan raised a paw for silence.

"Narnia's future is now in the hands of its kings and queens," he announced. "But they will not rule alone."

He turned to where his children waited and beckoned them forward. They approached with measured steps, Siya in the lead, William bringing up the rear, his small face a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

"The children of prophecy will share the governance of Narnia with the children of its magic," Aslan declared. "Though born of human form, these three were brought into being by Narnia itself, their spirits as much a part of this land as the trees and rivers. Together with you, they will ensure peace and justice throughout the realm."

He motioned to Siya, who knelt before him with regal grace.

"To the great Seven Isles of Brenn, Daughter of Narnia, I give you Queen Siya the Resilient."

A crown of hammered gold set with amber stones was placed upon her head. As she rose, her eyes met her father's, filled with solemn purpose.

Next came Rina, her steps light yet sure as she knelt.

"To the Glorious Dancing Lawn of Aslan's How, Daughter of Narnia, I proudly give you Princess Rina the Brave."

Rina's circlet was silver, adorned with emeralds that matched her eyes. Unlike Siya's full crown, this was a slender band that spoke of responsibility without the full weight of sovereignty. As she rose, she smiled at her father, a silent acknowledgment of the path he had chosen for her—guardian rather than ruler.

Finally, William bounded forward, remembering at the last moment to slow to a dignified walk. He knelt before his father, small hands clasped together to stop their excited fidgeting.

"To the wild Western Woods and whispering valleys, Son of Narnia, I give you Prince William the True."

The smallest circlet of all—little more than a band of silver with a single golden star at its center—was placed upon William's head. He beamed with pride, standing as tall as his small frame allowed.

"Rise," Aslan commanded, and all seven of the newly crowned rulers turned to face the assembled Narnians. "Behold your sovereigns, chosen by prophecy and by right. May they rule with wisdom, justice, and mercy for all the days to come."

The crowd erupted once more, the cheers now including the names of Aslan's children alongside the Pevensies. "Long live Queen Siya! Long live Princess Rina! Long live Prince William!"

---

Later, as the celebration continued with feasting and dancing in the great hall, Aslan walked alone on the eastern balcony of Cair Paravel. The sun was beginning its descent toward the western mountains, casting long shadows across the land.

"Father?"

He turned to find Siya approaching, her new crown catching the golden light. The evening breeze gently stirred her gold gown, the fabric shimmering like sunlight on water.

"Walk with me, daughter," he invited, resuming his pace along the balcony.

They moved in companionable silence for a time, both gazing out at the kingdom spread before them—forests and rivers, meadows and distant mountains, all vibrant with the colors and life of spring.

"You're leaving, aren't you?" Siya asked finally, her voice quiet but certain.

Aslan nodded. "There are other worlds that need me. Other battles to fight."

"When?"

"Tomorrow, with the dawn."

Siya's expression remained composed, though Aslan could sense the turmoil beneath her calm exterior. "Will you tell the others tonight?"

"No. Some goodbyes are better left unsaid."

She considered this, then nodded slowly. "What counsel would you give me before you go? The Pevensies are good-hearted, but they know little of ruling a kingdom."

"Guide them with patience," Aslan advised. "They will make mistakes, as all rulers do. Your task is not to prevent those mistakes but to help them learn from them."

"And Rina and William?"

"Rina will find her own path. She has always been the most independent of you three. William..." Aslan's expression softened. "Watch over him, but allow him room to grow. His heart is pure, and his instincts truer than he knows."

Siya was silent for a moment, absorbing her father's words. "Will you return?" she asked eventually.

"When I am needed," he replied. "Though not always in the way you might expect."

Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of Rina and Peter, deep in discussion about the defenses of the northern border. Behind them came Susan with Mr. Tumnus, reviewing plans for the Spring Festival that would mark the official beginning of the new reign.

"There you are!" Lucy called, bounding onto the balcony with William in tow. Both wore flower crowns atop their ceremonial ones, clearly having escaped the formal atmosphere of the great hall for more enjoyable pursuits. "William's been showing me the secret passages in the castle!"

"Not _all_ of them," William clarified quickly, casting a nervous glance at Siya. "Just the ones that aren't dangerous."

"There are dangerous passages?" Edmund asked, joining the group. He looked more relaxed than Aslan had yet seen him, the burden of his betrayal finally lifting from his young shoulders.

"Only if you don't know the tricks," William said importantly. "But I know all of them! Father showed me when I was little."

"You're still little," Rina teased, ruffling his tight curls affectionately.

"Am not! I'm a prince now!" William protested, adjusting his silver circlet with dignity that was somewhat undermined by the flower crown perched precariously atop it.

Laughter rang out across the balcony, bright and carefree in the evening air. Aslan watched them all—his children and the children of Adam and Eve, already forming bonds that would serve Narnia well in the years to come.

A deeper contentment settled within him. This was why he had created Narnia, why he had woven the Deep Magic into its very fabric. Not for power or glory, but for moments like this—disparate souls finding common purpose, joy amidst sorrow, hope emerging from darkness.

The sun touched the horizon, setting the western sky ablaze with color. Silhouetted against it, his children and Narnia's new rulers stood together, their faces illuminated by the last golden rays of day. Tomorrow would bring new challenges, new adventures. But tonight, in this moment, all was as it should be.

Aslan turned his gaze toward the Eastern Sea, where beyond the horizon other worlds waited. Other children who needed guidance. Other darkness to be vanquished by light.

"Until we meet again, dear ones," he murmured, too softly for any but himself to hear. "Until we meet again."

---

The midnight air was cool as Aslan padded silently through the corridors of Cair Paravel. The castle slept, its inhabitants exhausted from the day's festivities. Only the night guards remained awake, standing at attention at their posts, though even they seemed not to notice the Great Lion as he passed.

He paused outside each door, offering a silent blessing to those who slumbered within. Peter, dreaming of battles yet to come, his young face serious even in sleep. Susan, her practical mind sorting through the details of governing even in repose. Edmund, finally resting peacefully, the shadows of guilt receding from his dreams. Lucy, smiling in her sleep, her innocent faith undimmed by all they had experienced.

And his own children—Siya, who would bear the heaviest burden in his absence; Rina, whose path would take her far from Cair Paravel in the years ahead; and little William, whose destiny was still unfolding.

Aslan lingered longest outside Rina's chamber. Of his three children, she was perhaps the most like him in spirit—fiercely protective, unwavering in her convictions, yet gentle with those in need of compassion. She had risked much to guide the Pevensies safely to him, revealing herself when staying hidden would have been safer. That courage would serve her well in the days to come.

In the great throne room, Aslan stood before the seven thrones, now silent sentinels in the moonlight streaming through the high windows. He breathed deeply, infusing the very stones of the castle with his blessing—a protection against the darkness that would inevitably attempt to return.

"Watch over them," he instructed the stars visible through the windows. "Guard them while I am gone."

The stars seemed to twinkle in response, their ancient light bearing witness to his command.

Aslan made his way to the eastern shore, where the waves whispered against the sand. The moon cast a silver pathway across the water, stretching to the horizon and beyond.

He paused, looking back at Cair Paravel one last time. Its white towers gleamed in the moonlight, a beacon of hope and light for all of Narnia. Within its walls slept those he had chosen—through prophecy, through the mysterious workings of magic, through the unfathomable design of destiny—to carry his vision forward.

They would face trials in the days to come. Some would fall, only to rise again stronger. Some would lose their way, only to rediscover it when most needed. All would grow and change in ways he could see but they could not yet imagine.

"Be brave," he whispered to the sleeping castle. "Be just. Be gentle. Be valiant. Be resilient. Be true."

With that final benediction, Aslan turned and began walking along the moonlit path across the sea, his great paws barely touching the silvered water. With each step, his form seemed to shimmer and fade, becoming translucent, then transparent, until finally only the moonlight remained, dancing across the waves as if nothing had disturbed its eternal rhythm.

But in the highest tower of Cair Paravel, Rina stood at her window, having woken from a dream of farewell. She watched the empty beach, a single tear trailing down her cheek.

"Until we meet again, Father," she whispered, the silver mark on her forehead gleaming in the moonlight. "Until we meet again."

[thecreaturecodex]

Sumbreiva

Image © Paizo Publishing, accessed at Archives of Nethys here

[I almost skipped this one. As far as extraplanar Predator analogs, I prefer the astral stalker, which I have already converted. But making your Most Dangerous Game species native to the Negative Energy plane is interesting, and I do love dealing with Pathfinder's logic of the economy of souls.]

Sumbreiva CR 16 LE Outsider (extraplanar) This humanoid giant has blue-black skin and a vaguely leonine cast to their face. Tendrils of shadow writhe around their hands, and the creature carries a cruel blade.

Sumbreivas are hunters of souls, beings native to the Negative Energy Plane. Their society is centered on collecting souls as trophies and displaying them for prestige. Most sumbreivas belong to a Night Lodge, a fraternal organization that is the closest thing they have to families. The Lodge itself is a repository and showroom for souls that have been collected by its members—the more formidable the soul, the brighter it glows. The greatest ritual of a Night Lodge is the Night Hunt. All of the sumbreivas of a Lodge travel to another plane for one night, competing to collect the most powerful souls. The winner of these competitions becomes the leader of the Lodge until the next Night Hunt, and especially powerful souls may be submitted to the Twilight Lodge, the ruling organization of the lodge system, for potential inclusion.

Sumbreivas are remarkably stealthy despite their size, and usually attack from ambush. Sumbreivas favor long knives, which they refer to as huntblades, as their primary weapon. They also can extend tendrils from their own shadows in order to grab prey and drain their souls. When a sumbreiva makes a kill, it howls in triumph, striking panic into other creatures and making them run—the better to chase. A lone sumbreiva is dangerous, but they are much worse in combination, flanking and feinting prey in order to make even more lethal strikes.

Sumbreivas view their soul-collecting hunts as part of maintaining the balance of the planes. They care little for the alignment or religion of their victims, just the power, and so keep powerful quintessence from flowing back into the River of Souls. A few sumbreivas are willing to bargain with their soul trophies for magic items or information, but being caught doing so is grounds to be ejected from a Night Lodge. Sumbreivas are composed of quintessence themselves, unlike their neighbors the sceaduinars, and are thus capable of imagination and creativity. Sceaduinars view sumbreivas with envious contempt, plagiarizing their designs while simultaneously trying to avoid their direct attention.

As sumbreiva hunters gather souls, they absorb bits of quintessence from their victims. Over the centuries, a sumbreiva’s body physically transforms to mirror the forms of its most powerful trophies. The greatest sumbreivas are titanic in size and consider creatures like kaiju and demigods to be appropriate prey. When advancing a sumbreiva by Hit Dice, grant it a new universal monster ability, a new natural attack or a new movement speed for every CR increase it gains. For every two points of CR higher than 16, increase the sumbreiva’s size category by 1, to a maximum of Colossal at CR 22 or higher.

Sumbreiva CR 16 XP 76,800 LE Large outsider (extraplanar) Init +9; Senses darkvision 120 ft., Perception +26, scent, see in darkness

Defense AC 31, touch 19, flat-footed 21 (-1 size, +9 Dex, +1 dodge, +12 natural) hp 243 (18d10+144) Fort +14, Ref +20, Will +15 Immune death effects, energy drain Defensive Abilities negative energy affinity

Offense Speed 50 ft. Melee +1 short sword +26/+21/+16/+11 (1d8+9/17-20), shadow tendril +20 (2d4+4 plus grab) or 2 shadow tendrils +25 (2d4+9 plus grab) Ranged +1 short sword +27 (1d8+9/17-20) Space 10 ft.; Reach 10 ft. (15 ft. with shadow tendril) Special Attacks claim soul, constrict (2d4+9 plus energy drain), energy drain (2 negative levels, Fort DC 23), howl of triumph, huntblade brutality, sneak attack +2d6

Spell-like Abilities CL 18th, concentration +22 3/day—deeper darkness, dimensional anchor

Statistics Str 26, Dex 29, Con 26, Int 23, Wis 20, Cha 19 Base Atk +18; CMB +27; CMD 47 Feats Combat Expertise, Combat Reflexes, Critical Focus, Dodge, Greater Feint, Improved Critical (short sword), Improved Feint, Improved Vital Strike, Stand Still, Vital Strike Skills Bluff +25, Climb +26, Intimidate +25, Knowledge (arcana, dungeoneering, nature) +24, Knowledge (planes, religion) +27, Perception +26, Stealth +34, Survival +34, Swim +26; Racial Modifiers +8 Stealth, +8 Survival Languages Aklo, Necril

Ecology Environment any land or underground (Negative Energy Plane) Organization solitary, pair, band (3-6) or lodge (7-12 plus 0-3 superior sumbreivas) Treasure standard (Large +1 short sword, other treasure)

Special Abilities Claim Soul (Su) As a move action, a sumbreiva can claim the soul of a creature they killed within the last minute. This functions as a soul bind spell as a supernatural ability, except there is no saving throw and requires no focus object. Instead, the soul is transformed into a Diminutive luminous object called a soul trophy. A soul trophy cannot be destroyed by damage, but by touching the trophy and speaking the word “freedom” in any language, the soul can be released to the afterlife. Howl of Triumph (Su) When a sumbreiva knocks out an opponent, it may howl as an immediate action. All creatures within 30 feet that can hear the sumbreiva must succeed a DC 23 Will save or be panicked for 1 minute. Sumbreivas are immune to the howl of triumph of other sumbreivas. This is a mind influencing fear effect and the save DC is Charisma based. Huntblade Brutality (Ex) A sumbreiva treats all short swords as if they were thrown weapons with a range increment of 30 feet. They also can use their sneak attack ability with a short sword against enemies with the shaken, frightened or panicked conditions, or enemies with a negative level.

[askvectorprime]

If Onyx is the first of the beast transformers, why does Alpha Trion tend to have a leonine alt mode?

Dear Beast Befuddled,

In the cycles before the Great Cataclysm that ended the Age of Evolution, most of Cybertron was inhabited by the ferocious Predacons. Personally, I have never been fond of those primordial predators—I found their manners left much to be desired—but others of my family followed Onyx's example and adopted forms based on Predacon life. As you noted, Alpha Trion was particularly taken by his chimera mode, and still keeps the design schematics encoded in his databanks—though he also has a spaceship mode in backup, for practicality’s sake.

[wri0thesley]

(cw: yandere)

one of jing yuan's greatest qualities is his patience.

the title of general is, perhaps, one that brings to mind war-torn battles and a mantra of 'living whilst one can'. but though many jing yuan has known in his life no longer exist on any mortal plane, jing yuan himself remains stalwart in the face of the ticking clock. he lets people think of him as lazy; lets them think that he has softened with age, become too peaceful and too comfortable.

that is not true. he thinks. he plans.

and for the past who-knows-how-long, his plans and his thoughts have revolved around you. a distraction from the mundanity of his duties; somebody to think about, to dwell on, to imagine on long lonely nights--

with you, patience will pay off. you, too, have written him off - he is always kind to you, always has time for a smile and a quiet word or two though you think yourself beneath his notice. he has worked slowly out of you tidbits of your life - a bird lured forth by breadcrumbs. through half-lidded eyes and a quiet smile, he has taken in every item of clothing you wear to work and how it unfastens. that your eyes are ringed with dark shadows on tuesdays - monday is the publication day of your favourite periodical, and you stay up late to read it. you always stare longingly at mimi as if you want to pet it (there is a keychain dangling off your work bag in the shape of a simple cat; you have a weakness for soft, cute things. jing yuan thinks you rather soft and cute yourself). the route you take, to get to

things he can use. a starskiff accident on your way home, meaning you must stay at work overnight (he is only too quick to offer his office - the dozing general with a huge leonine pet has many places to rest, after all). when you wake in the early morning to see him crouched beside you, you take a great gasp in, eyes widening in surprise, and you lean away from his broad form.

"my apologies," he says, pulling back. "i quite forgot about you."

a careful lie, designed to put you at ease. this has proven to him - not quite yet. your piece on the chessboard is not ready for capture by his own at this precise moment in time.

that's alright.

he can wait.

[rpking99]

The Exhausted Soverign

Closed with @the-blackbird-roleplays

Continued from here

Leo winced as he covered his Leonine ears at the high-pitched scream, his Beast-Kin heritage making him slightly sensitive to loud sounds. He sighed softly, looking at Rita with an almost mournful expression. "Gee... The fact you came in and unleashed a battle cry worthy of my ancestors didn't really clue me in..." He sighed, smiling softly as he reached over and gently brushed a lock of hair from Rita's face. "Wanna talk about it, babe?"

"Asshole criminals. Scalpers buying out the new Moffun stock. People who refuse to read a book and understand the law." Rita listed off with their voice slightly muffled, their one blue eye visible for a second from the gentle brush of Leo's hand. It's power, a soft chill, flowing up up his arm. Not much, more of a cool breeze.

Rita quickly steeling themselves, holding back their power as to not risk their boyfriends life. A soft smile forming on the violet Sovereigns face

"Owe you so much. You make me feel at peace." Rita whispered, sliding a gloved hands with his. Fingers intertwined, a soft cheek nuzzling his warm flesh

A free hand holding the sword, the symbol of their royal status, to their stomach while their large breasts stood out from her tight top. No jacket to hide them from Leo's eyes

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Hi! I dunno if this has been requested already but could we please get a platonic Yandere Azure Lion and MK? I can’t really think of a plot except for maybe Azure taking MK away so he can be “safe”.

Indigo Ephialtes

“Have you never had a nightmare before, cub?”

There’s concern and curiosity in that voice, both in multitudes. Each word drips with worry, paired with a powerful stroking up and down MK’s back.

The teen can’t bring himself to respond, of course. He’s too much too busy wiping away tears and trying to forget about the grim visions that have endlessly plagued his mind for the last month. Every night brings a new twisted scene, one that leaves MK shaking and sweating, fighting back tears while staring at the ceiling and praying for it to collapse across his quivering form.

He never use to have nightmares.

Not unless sickness had settled beneath the skin and plagued him with virulence. It was only when MK had to sit and stew that his brain was allowed to run wild with nauseating thoughts and putrid fears, chilling his skin worse than any cold ever could.

He’d wake up thrashing- throwing punches and picks to shadow-box enemies that existed only in the hazy corners of his worn eyes. And in every ‘fight’, he was to lose. MK would collapse to the floor in short order, sobbing into hands that he had beaten bloody against the headboard of his bed.

Those were the nightmares he grimly dreamt.

Back when Mei was a call away and would spend the whole night talking him back to calmness. When Pigsy would trudge upstairs with a fresh bowl of noodles and a handful of bandages. When Mr. Tang would soothe him back to sleep with an old story.

But his family isn’t here right now, are they?

“-ub. Cub. Cub, are you- MK!”

The teen snaps from his daydreams, ripped from the pleasant and warm thoughts of his family and the tenderness they provided.

“MK, my little cub, I’ve been talking to you for a while now. Were you… simply not listening?”

Disapproval in some small measure, negative ideations blooming in Azure’s ever-delusional mind.

The mere idea that his ‘cub’ might to some small degree reject even a mote of his fatherly love has started a snowball effect before. One little negative thing builds to a crafted tower, then the leonine beast topples it with his own inability to see truth and reason.

And then MK spends the rest of the day ‘grounded’, locked up tight in his room and cut from the few possessions that his unwanted caretaker saw fit to garnish the room with.

“No,” he chokes out, the lie thick and clumsy on his tongue. Azure raises an eyebrow, considering but not quite convinced. So then the boy sees fit to grinds out the one word he’s come to hate more than any other: “Papa.”

That is something that the lion takes at face value, every last time he hears it. Pulling it from MK’s mouth is harder than pulling teeth, so he cherished every moment that those two syllables left the boy’s lips.

“Of course not,” he coos, stroking the teen’s hair. It’s unsettling, how sharply the cyan creature changes his mood. But he’s in a better one now, all for a single word he longs to hear again and again and again. “You’re a good cub, hmm? You would never ignore me simply for the sake of it, would you?”

“No,” the teen lies again.

“You’re a much better cub than that,” the lion agrees, leaning down to nuzzle MK’s cheek, “and you’re too polite and sweet to lie to your papa.”

Already, the miasma of pervading delusion settles deep, reinforcing Azure’s beliefs.

MK is his perfect little cub. He’s the only one who can keep the boy safe.

“Now, cub… let’s talk about your nightmare, hmm?

His friends, face-down in puddles of mud. His family, ripped limb from limb and left to rot. Fertile dirt stained to speckled cinnabar.

“…just saw s-something…”

Messed up is what he wants to say. But the lion responds far better to MK playing along with the ‘helpless child’ act. So he finishes with a delayed “scary” instead, leaving Azure to sympathetically coo and bring the boy into his powerful arms.

MK wants to hate this. So badly, he wishes that the hug was painfully tight, or that Azure’s blue fur was rough to the touch. Any reason to hate it, to hate the comfort and warmth sinking deep into his skin from the cuddle.

But he can’t. There’s not even one thing wrong with it. The lion is well-versed in skinship and closeness, and is especially gentle with those he cherishes.

MK wishes this felt worse. He wants Azure to be awful and monstrous and demonic- it’d be easier to hate him. He wants to hate the Celestial rebel with all the heart he can muster.

But it’s getting harder and harder with each week in captivity. The leonine revolutionary is gentle, is kind, is genuine.

And with nothing he can do to slip free, MK gives himself to tears once more, allowing the throes of agony from his blood-seeped dream to break him down entirely.

After all, he knows that Azure will provide unconditional comfort and protection.

Whether he wants it or not.