#leonine form

[reno-matagot]

''Eʟᴀɴ Rᴇʏᴀ Aᴍᴀʏᴍᴏɴ''

[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

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[modifiedyincision]

I really like the panel where the winged lion is emerging from the book. It’s ALREADY been described as a demon and we’ve seen it by that point in its goat form but it coming out of the book looking like a leonine seraph.. love that

[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.

[xphaiea]

Talismans for the Great Mother,

she of the earth,

of myriad vegetative forms,

roots that slumber and twist and twine

dark fruit that hangs heavy on the vine

She of the beasts

Fanged, clawed, furred

in the feral cloak of motherhood

wombs that quicken, blood and brine

verdant heart of leonine

•••

Made with recycled/reused textiles as well as a variety of threads, bone and glass beads, textured paints and varnished elements.

Comes in a decorated box with corn stalks and handmade label.

© XPHAIEA/Tom Cherry June 2024

[katyspersonal]

Tbh one of my favourite things about how SOTE effected Elden Ring fandom is that now everyone is talking about Fell God!! He was already a curious entity, but there was no much to work with besides giants worshipping him and borrowing power from him (apparently for a heavy cost, like sold soul tier heavy and deal is only broken by death).. and Marika killing him personally, even though Godfrey was there.

But like, Hornsent depicting him as heraldic sun, and heraldic sun is ALSO a symbol of the "guidance" to curse the entire Golden Order that Dung Eater once saw? Fell God's main incantation also taking a form of an orb, that in retrospective does feel like a mini sun, not unlike mini moons of Carian spells? Godfrey champions using not only one eye imagery but also serpent imagery? Lore saying Marika plucked out Messmer's eye (singular), behind which serpent lived, when Fell God was also "malformed" and one-eyed? Fell God's curse giving people red hair (Fire Monks and Arghanthy, not just Fire Giants and Radagon) when Messmer's curse does the same (his Fire Knights having red hair and body malformations like his, save for Queelign)? Also that sun depiction by Hornsent gave him crucible (horns) of course, but if Leonine Misbegotten are of any indication, red mane is ALSO a very strong crucible aspect? Everything became SOOOOOO much more interesting FFJGHFIGHTN

I just think it's cool that a character who just looked to be like one of Fromsoft's many just-mentioned nobodies without further elaboration ended up tying many things together after DLC! They did this AGAIN, those madmen xD

[itsabouttimex2]

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.

(Was super hyped to get this request, ngl!)

[thegingerwrites]

Wip Wednesday- lifeguard edition

Working on editing a fic for @obikinlifeguardau

“That was rather impressive,” Obi-Wan says as he steps in closer. “I don’t think I’ve ever had the chance to see you in your element like that.”

Anakin swept down the beach like a god or an avenging angel. Moving before anyone else even had eyes on the man struggling beneath the waves, diving beyond the breakers in one long, lean line. It was the fulfilment of every stray thought Obi-Wan has had about the man over the last month, what it would be like to see all of that coiled, muscular, leonine strength unleashed and called into action.

“You as well,” says Anakin. “I didn’t know you were that kind of doctor. He was lucky you were there.”

Generally, Obi-Wan isn’t that kind of doctor. He hasn’t had to think beyond his specialization in years. But Qui-Gon’s insistence on emergency medical training as a teenager coupled with a strong memory of his medical school studies left him with a confident sense of what needed to be done.

“We made quite the team,” Obi-Wan says.

“We sure did.” Anakin shakes his head like he needs to clear water from his ear. “I wasn’t sure what to make of you when you first stepped in like that. When was the last time you had to perform CPR?”

“Not for ages. But I’m familiar enough with the recommended procedure and your form was absolutely textbook from what I remember, really well done.”

Anakin ducks his head in an incredibly boyish display of modesty. And yet there is something dark in his eyes, a knowing sense of his own ability, in every sense of the word. He runs a hand through his hair, tousling golden curls. “I just wanted to make sure he was alright.”

“I’m sure he will be.” They both know better than to make promises they can’t keep but Obi-Wan can’t help but praise him. Surely, no one could have done more for that man than Anakin.

“Would you—” Anakin’s confidence flares suddenly before faltering. He steels himself, looks Obi-Wan in the eyes, and tries again. “Do you want to come back to the guard house and shower off? They're a little more private than the main ones and we’re both covered in sand.”

“Rather an expected consequence of being at the beach.”

“Yeah, I hate it.” But Anakin is still looking at him expectantly. Can he really—? Is he asking for what Obi-Wan thinks he is?

There is only one way to find out.