#little physical changes are good too like his teeth being a little too sharp or there being a weird birthmark on his hand

[waitineedaname]

nothing is more delicious to me than greed having a permanent effect on ling, even after his death. maybe it's some of his mannerisms or some little change to his appearance, or my personal favorite: making his chi absolutely fucked forever. the yao prince goes to amestris and comes back with the secret of immortality and something about him that's just ever so slightly off-putting

[internet-succubus]

breakfast at toji’s!

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content/tags, mdni!: frat boy!toji, unprotected/creampie, both parties are intoxicated, friends to lovers, confession, use of babe, baby, doll, darling, standing sex, fluffy aftercare <33

a/n: aaaaa my first post! i’m excited and i hope i can post semi-regularly lol bc i have lots of ideas. any feedback is appreciated! thank u to @screampied @tonycries @gumified @fairy-angel222 and more for writing stuff sooo good that i had to try it myself

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in this moment, it seemed like toji fushiguro would be the death of you, and if that was the case, you know you’d go out doing something you loved. and in this moment, that something would be grinding yourself onto his body like there’s no tomorrow. his strong hands secured their place on your rocking hips, his thumbs pressing into the crest of your pelvis. you knew that you’d see bruises there when you inevitably woke up in his messy sheets, but that didn’t matter right now. all that mattered was the feeling of his cock thump thump thumping away at your cervix. the sensation made your jaw drop and head tip back in raw ecstasy.

”come on baby, don’t quit on me now,” he growled into your neck. you could barely make out his words over the deafening bass of the music in the next room. your best-friend-turned-fuck buddy had pulled you away from yet another one of his fraternity’s weekend parties after seeing the way your drunken body moved under the blinding, colorful lights. the sound of his voice made you lock your legs around his waist even tighter, and the feeling of your trembling thighs wrapped around him made toji snap his hips impossibly faster. your whorishly short dress was bunched at your waist and the straps were slipping down your shoulders, but all of that paled in comparison to the way he was fucking you. it was almost animalistic, the way he had your back pressed against the wall. you could feel his building desperation as he huffed and groaned softly, trying but failing to keep himself quiet.

your nails dug into his shirt, the thin fabric pathetically stretched over his broad shoulders. over the past few years, he had gone from being a quiet, reserved boy to a hulking mass of a man. the sudden change in his physicality awakened something within you. toji winced as you curled your fingers, your nails nearly drawing blood. the smell of sweat, booze, and marijuana filled your nose. the filthy sound of his balls slapping against your ass made your breath catch in your throat. “look at me, yeah? k-keep those pretty eyes on me doll, i’ve got you.”

his voice pulled you back to reality and your eyes dragged up his clenched jaw to his face, an expression of pure desire molding his handsome features. your eyes met his, their dark green hue almost lost in the low lights around you. toji smiled when you finally managed to look at him. his lips parted in a smug grin, his sharp canine teeth catching the light. the scar across his lips flexed deliciously and for a second, you thought you saw the light. but it was just him, fucking you like his life depended on it. “you look so beautiful b-baby, all desperate for me,” he breathed. your expression shifted to match his, preparing to fire back at his little jab.

“s-seems like- nnghhh- you’re the desperate one h-here babe,” you bit back, your smile widening. matching his snarky comments was something you always enjoyed about your close friendship, and it was all you could do to keep yourself from melting in his strong arms. the feeling of his cock stretching you open was clouding your senses and you knew it wouldn’t be long until you came.

“sh-sh-shut up,” toji muttered through clenched teeth. his hands tightened around you and you could tell he was nearing his orgasm too. his cock twitched inside you and the friction against your g-spot was overwhelming. you wrapped your hands around the back of his neck, the metal of his silver chain pressing into your palms. your head fell forward and your forehead rested on his. being this close, you could detect the faint smell of his cologne and it sent you into a frenzy. before you knew it, you were screwing your eyes shut and babbling about god knows what. “what’s wrong doll, c-can’t talk? does it - shit - f-feel too g-good?” if he wasn’t so fucking sexy, you would have slapped him. knowing him, he would have liked it, the dirty bastard.

every time your hips met his, the small patch of pubic hair above his cock pressed against your clit just right. as if he read your mind, toji moved one of his hands to your front, pressing his thumb against your sensitive bundle of nerves. if you weren’t so cock drunk, you might have been able to tell that he was frantically spelling words on your clit. T-O-J-I-T-O-J-…

he moved his other hand up to your chest, cupping one of your tits in his strong hands and pinching your nipple between two of his fingers. the sudden stimulation made you squeal, and as soon as he heard the noise, his lips crashed into yours. the kiss was sloppy, wet, and downright disgusting in how your tongues moved together in unison. the sour taste of his cheap vodka and fruit punch chaser made you furrow your brows together as you moaned and whimpered into his mouth. toji swallowed every sound happily, humming against your lips. you could feel him smile again. he knew that he was the best you ever had, and that no one could ever come close. he’d never tell you, but fucking you the way he did was his twisted way of claming you as his own. his girl. after just a few hookups, he had learned almost every possible way to make you unravel.

toji’s deft fingers were unrelenting, his thumb still working on your clit as his other hand switched breasts, scooping it up and squeezing it firmly. at this point, his hips slowed. he focused more on angling himself so that he hit that sweet spot deep inside of you- the one that made you see stars. you appreciated the reprieve. despite how close you both were to your orgasms, and how dangerous it was to be fucking so close to a packed dance floor, you wanted this to last forever. normally, you’d both be exhausted, but the adrenaline and alcohol gave you just enough stamina to keep at it.

the slow flow of his hips into yours was almost romantic. you took the opportunity to press your chest into his, wanting to close any distance between your bodies. the hand on your breast slid across your sweat-slicked skin and rested over your thundering heartbeat. toji took a second to pull away from your lips, a string of spit still bridging the gap. his eyes focused on that spot on your chest as if he could see your skin jump in time with your quickened pulse. he then looked back at your face, seemingly searching for the answer to an unasked question. breathlessly, you asked, “yeah?” raising an eyebrow to motivate him to speak. his movements slowed to a stop and your hips rested on his. cockwarming wasn’t something either of you had discussed previously, but the way he filled you to the core prompted you to make a mental note to bring it up later.

the man looked down nervously, moving his hands to support you by the waist. small strands of his hair stuck to his damp forehead. without thinking, you raised one of your hands to push it back, slicking his hair back in a way that you hadn’t seen before, but grew fond of in that moment. toji’s eyes flicked back to meet yours, and he opened his mouth to speak. he paused for a moment, choosing his words carefully. the shots he ripped at the pregame weren’t helping with his judgment, but they sure did make him feel more confident.

looking into your eyes like a deer in headlights, he whispered, “do you like me?” the question caught you off guard and you stopped, considering it carefully. his sweet smile and soft expression made you feel like the only girl in the world.

”of course i like you, toji, what kind of question is that?” his face changed slightly, a pang of frustration causing him to press his lips together in a thin line.

”no, like, do you like me,” he repeated, placing emphasis on that second “like”. it seemed like your encounter had taken a sudden, more emotional turn than you expected. your feelings towards him as of late had become a complicated mess that you couldn’t handle confronting, especially since midterms were coming up and your grades were in desperate need of a boost. whenever you thought of him throughout your days, your heart did a small flip in your chest.

since you had graduated high school, he took the opportunity to use college as a way to “start again”. while he was skipping classes, he started going to the gym and making more time for friends. his intimidating appearance was jarring for most, but once he started talking, the tension dissipated and he suddenly found himself a new friend group. after a few weeks of pestering, they convinced him to rush one of the biggest frats on campus, claiming that the brotherhood was a life changing experience. and that, of course, he would be drowning in pussy. truth be told, he really only joined to get them off his back. toji had no interest in meeting girls when you had been at his side for several years already.

despite his busy schedule and the endless stream of girls throwing themselves at his feet, he always made time for you. he regularly met you at your dorm to walk you to class and caught you for lunch when you both had some time to spare. your platonic relationship suddenly shifted when you were both drunk at the first party of the semester. he was showing you around his frat house’s upper floors, laughing at how messy it was. there were dirty bongs and half empty bottles of beer on every flat surface, but having him guide you by the hand made it all seem okay. it wasn’t until you tripped over your own feet and landed in his arms that you had been so close to his face. in the spur of the moment, you pressed your lips against his and he whisked you into an empty bedroom where you had sex for the first time. since then, he had been your go-to guy for dick.

your brief period of reflection was interrupted when toji called you back to reality. “hey, you okay?” he asked. you were still pressed against him, his cock starting to grow soft inside you as you considered his question from earlier. finding the right words was hard, and this didn’t seem like the time for a heart to heart, so you settled for something simple.

you leaned back in to place a quick kiss on his lips before pulling back and stroking his cheek with your hand. “yes, toji, i like you. now that we’ve got that out of the way, d’you wanna cum inside me or not?”

your answer seemed to satisfy him, and with a quick peck to the corner of your mouth, he smiled and replied. “it would be my pleasure, darlin’.”

”great, because my feet are starting to get numb and i want to be able to walk after this,” you laughed. your laugh slowly turned into a sharp inhale as he pulled his hips back and snapped them forward, hard and fast. toji worked his way back up to a quick pace, perfectly hitting that spot again as his hand snaked down your body back to your clit.

”sounds like a challenge, then,” he said darkly, hitching you up slightly to stabilize your weight against the wall. with your body readjusted comfortably, you could better focus on the way he pounded into you. it was different this time- the movement of his hips felt more intentional, more loving, despite their punishing speed.

a feeling of warmth spread through you, and the pleasure had you biting your lip to keep quiet. one hand remained on his face and the fingers of your other hand slid through his hair and secured a tight grip. the dull pain made his mouth open and his head tip forward, looking down at where your bodies met. you gushed around his cock as he thrusted, a faint ring of sticky precum and sweat forming around the base and dripping down his thighs. the sight made him even harder, and you could feel him growing inside you. “christ, you’re tight,” he whispered under his breath.

again, you could feel your orgasm fast approaching, and you were sure he wasn’t far behind. your thighs burned as you pressed them firmly into his waist, but nothing could slow him down. the timing of his skin slapping against yours almost matched the rhythm of the song that shook the walls of the house, the music still blasting loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

a switch flipped inside you and the electric waves of your orgasm rocked through your body, your pussy clenching around him like a vice. wanton moans and whimpers slipped past your lips as your body shook, with no end in sight to the pleasure you were experiencing. toji leaned in and nipped at your earlobe, the unfamiliar sensation making your walls ripple around his cock. “o-oh my god- toji toji toji- fuck! h-holy fuck i’m fucking c-cumming,” you moaned. your voice broke slightly and your noises turned to short screams as he continued to fuck you through it.

”that’s it baby, say my name, who makes you f-feel this good?” he growled into your ear. his balls tightened and his orgasm caught up with yours, his cum shooting out in short spurts that coated your pussy in a sinful shade of white. you both let your instincts take control as your bodies shook and your orgasms wound down from a white hot fire to a sweet burn in your abdomens. his thumb was still tracing patterns on your clit as he went soft inside you. he would have stayed there for hours if you hadn’t started shaking from being too overstimulated. a small noise of discomfort escaped your throat. that was his cue to pull out and gently lower your unstable legs to the ground. he kept his hands on your waist as you took deep breaths and reacquainted yourself with gravity once more.

toji then pulled your dress back down, but not before observing the filthy mixture of his cum and your juices sliding down your thighs. once he memorized the glorious sight, he smoothed his hands down the front of your dress, doing his best to hide the fact that he just fucked you silly. he did not do a good job.

he stepped back and took your hands in his, drawing small circles on your knuckles with his thumbs. the both of you took a second to come back down and sealed the moment with a deep yet soft kiss. when you pulled away for a breath, his eyes met yours and all of a sudden you were giggling. his innocent look of confusion made you laugh even more, and soon enough you were covering your face with your hands. nothing in particular was funny, but the alcohol in your system was still metabolizing, and you couldn’t control yourself.

seconds later, you felt you feet lift off the ground again as toji scooped you up to carry you bridal style. “what’s so funny, huh? you laughin’ at me punk?” he teased. your giggles died down and you caught your breath, sighing now that you could fully relax your tired body. the ache of being folded like a pretzel in his arms was starting to set in, and you were grateful that you didn’t have to walk on your own feet.

”no,” you said with a soft smile, “i’m jus’ happy, that’s all,” you assured him. you. let your eyes slip closed and fell into a state of consciousness between sleep and wakefulness, letting toji carry you wherever he saw fit. as you felt him walk up the stairs and open a door, you smelled the familiar scent of his bedroom. it was a pleasant surprise after being stuck in a hot basement of alcoholics for a few hours.

your eyes remained closed as he laid you on his bed gently, the mattress cradling your body. toji began undressing you again, softly asking you to sit up so he could lift your dress overhead. he tossed it in his laundry pile to be assessed later and stepped into his bathroom to retrieve a washcloth to run under warm water.

when he returned, your eyes were still shut. he ran the washcloth over your body, cleaning off the sweat that pooled around your hair and between your breasts. he then worked his way between your legs, moving slowly as not to overstimulate you further. once you were cleaned, he made another trip to the bathroom and returned with a makeup wipe, carefully holding your chin as he did his best to remove your smeared mascara and lipstick. his large hands felt heavenly as they grazed along your nose and lips, removing as much makeup as he could so you could sleep comfortably.

toji cleaned himself up as well and grabbed a big shirt to pull over your head. he loved the sight of your naked body, but seeing your smaller frame swimming in his worn t-shirt made him feel things. after his bedtime ritual, he climbed into bed and pulled you close to him, and in your light sleep you threw an arm over his broad chest and a leg cross his waist. he didn’t plan on moving, but now he was certain he wasn’t going anywhere without you, not tonight, and not ever again.

he kissed the top of your head, and hoping you were still awake enough to hear him, he asked, “wanna talk over breakfast tomorrow?” your body remained still as you huffed out a small noise in agreement, after which he started to think about which of his favorite hangover cures he would have you try in the morning. in the moments before he dozed off to sleep as well, he matched his breath with yours. toji thanked whatever deities in existence that he had chosen you, and more importantly, that you had chosen him too.

[creative-clawmarks]

Longass Vampire AU Loredump

I feel I should preface this with the most important fact of this AU: supernatural beings are not actually a part of this world.

What I mean by this is there is no secret society of vampires, there is no chapter in the medical books on lycanthropy, and ghost hunters still have not found conclusive evidence. As far as you or I or anyone else knows the cast of MH are the only things like them in existence.

Because the Operator did this to them.

It's a parasite, and its strategy is to make people into predators then mop up the trail of bodies they leave behind.

As for why their monstrosity takes the specific forms it does? The Watsonian Explanation is that we will never really know, such things are beyond people's understanding. The Doyalist Explanation is that I have taken the character's metaphorical roles and made them literal to give myself an excuse to draw sharp teeth.

With that out of the way, here's what these freaks are actually capable of:

Alex (Vampire):

Standard package of fast healing, unnatural speed, and unbeating heart. Probably immortal but I guess now we'll never know.

Drinks blood, of course. But I like my vamps fucked up so there's a good dose of gory cannibalism for flavor.

He won't combust in the sun or anything, but his skin is especially sensitive to heat and his eyes are especially sensitive to light.

Heightened hearing, he could hunt someone down with his eyes closed just by tracking their heartbeat.

Venomous, specifically paralytic toxins. Once he's bitten you there's no running away, you're basically screwed.

Fangs and claws are retractable. I also gave him a forked tongue because he's like a terrarium snake to me :)

"Once more I have seen the director go out in his lizard fashion."

He can purr. Because I know what the people want.

Tim (Werewolf):

Standard package of fast healing, unnatural strength, and canine features. Would rather not think about whether or not he's immortal.

Does not hunger for human flesh. If given the opportunity he might maul a deer tho.

Burned by the touch of silver. He also personally thinks wolfsbane is gross but that's unrelated.

When in human form he's mostly that, human. Sure his senses are sharper and he can grow out his teeth and claws a little bit but otherwise he's normal.

When in wolf form, on the other hand, he is DANGEROUS. I'm talking bite through steel tear you in half only thing that can stop him is a silver bullet dangerous.

The wolf form is analogous to Masky in this AU, as in he turns against his will whenever he's threatened or misses a dose and he won't remember much whenever he eventually turns back.

The only time he can change under his own power with his mind intact is during the full moon. He looks forward to it every month because without the threat of loosing control being a wolf is rad actually.

If you scratch him under the chin he goes boneless. Doesn't matter what form he's in.

Brian (Ghost):

Standard package of walk through walls, disappear, and fly. I don't think the term immortal applies to this situation tho...

You know the excuse that ghost don't just physically manifest cuz they don't have enough energy for it? Yeah he's so incandescently pissed that he's tangible more often than not.

Its actually kind of the opposite conundrum where he has to focus and calm down to actually use his ghostly abilities.

Salt circles will totally work on him, but good luck catching him first lol.

Even if you can't see him you can still sort of feel his presence, the room will get colder and the shadows will get deeper.

If you catch him on a bad day he can pull some Poltergeist TM level shenanigans.

Can't really communicate like he used to, his mind is too broken and detached from what it once was. That's why all the ToTheArk videos look like that.

If you were to put a spirit box in the room with him all you would hear coming out of it is his death screams on loop.

Jay (Mortal):

He's just a guy lol, poor bastard doesn't stand a chance.

Why yes, he has read Twilight. Why do you ask?

[ihavetoomanyocsdealwithit]

Ursula Pt 1

Queen Mary had accompanied here for Ursula’s imbuement. Taka was enjoying being able to share the workload with others, though he had concerns for how quickly she was taking to all of the magic, and he didn’t always explain the plans and why they had to do things in a certain order.  

Yuu trusted him, of course! She just wished that he would be more open about things.  

At the base of the statue the mirror shards melted down, sharp pains in her legs almost ignorable if she focused on the spiral shell earrings taking form.  

“Well, at least it matches my bracelet?” she asks. She’s wearing it as an anklet, but it’s the thought that matters.  

“She wanted to give her necklace, but we’ve no idea where it is.” Queen Mary said, checking over her as if she had injuries. “Some things got added onto the statues, simply too iconic to who we were for it to be missing, but she has no idea where her original nautilus shell is.”  

The walk back feels like slow breathing, struggling through water, until she breaches the air of Ramshackle. It’s the easiest place for her to breath, and she thanks Mary for her time. She is more patient in her lessons, but she knows she doesn’t push as much as Professor Taka unless it’s physical combat. She’s hesitant for the magical lessons and won’t open up either.  

“You are sure? Nothing wrong with waiting.” Mary says, stopping by her room. Yuu had requested that at least first meetings be private.  

“Yea, I’m not to worn down. I’ll just do a quick dive and then go to sleep, I promise!” She pushes up a smile, waiting until she goes down the hallway to let it drop a bit. She is excited! There is just so much happening at school, and with the coming winter, it gets harder to keep the heat inside Ramshackle. The amount of times Yuu has woken up shivering is a growing concern, but Taka can only click his tongue, doing what little he knows to do and just waiting to be solid enough to quick Crowley’s ass into gear.  

Ursula’s room is located further down, a window less room with soft lights from leftover holiday strands and a vanity from Octavinelle that is certainly considered out of style for it now. Large and gaudy, with cubbies and shelves everywhere where Yuu has placed small plants instead. On the walls themselves are skeletons and skulls of animals that Sam was having a sale on. Apparently, they are gifts from his friends, but he has so many now that he can’t keep them all? A strange gift, but it benefits Yuu at least.  

The cabinets are lined with storage for seeds and other things, as well as a large cauldron, courtesy of Deuce, that she attempted to use scrying from with limited success. The egg chair isn’t the same as Ursula’s hanging conch, but it’s cozy, covered in pillows and silks in silvers, lavenders and dark blues and blacks.  

Yuu takes a breath, sits in the vanity, and waits.  

The scrape of teeth across her neck almost breaks the connection, but she feels herself tugged forward on a current. She thinks it’s a current anyway 

“Come along dear, it’s rude to linger in doorways.” 

The voice itself is unexpectedly deep, but...nice. It reminds her of an aunt back home, bit of a diva but well meaning.  

Yuu slides inside, touching the small urchins, flowing seaweed, and other bits that she can’t even begin to name.  

“Not as lively as my last garden, but certainly more useful.” 

She looks almost exactly like her statue, but...more wild. Her eyes in particular, painted in deep blue and lavender, are clearly inhuman, the pupil slitted horizontally. Her mouth hides a row of sharp teeth, with the front two being the sharpest. Some type of evolutionary change? The rest of her is about the same though, large body more solid looking here, scales glittering down her chest and core, claws painted a cheery red, and a spiked crown around her short flowing hair.  

“It was temporary but it still counts in my eyes.” she says, “Now, come here, let me get a good look at you.”  

A tentacle reaches for her, and Yuu finally looks down.  

“What-”  

“Not to worry, not to worry!” Ursula says, spinning her around so that her own deep green and gold tentacles flutter like a dress. “You look splendid! Just need to practice is all. You’ll get the hang of it in no time.”  

She pulls her into the chair in front of the vanity, which is technically where she’s already sitting but not here?  

“My mind feels fuzzy.” Yuu mutters.  

“Do you not like this form? You are a cephalomer dear, you could change it if you wished.”  

Ursula's face morphs into something more masculine, a dark tentacle mustache growing in twirls and spins, her frame taking the extra weight of her chest and distributing it down to make her tentacles even thicker.  

“We can do that? I can do that?”  

She laughs, “My dear sweet child, this is what I do. To help poor souls like us become everything we were meant to be.”  

She taps Yuu’s chin, taking a closer look at the eyebags and overall fatigue. It will be a while before the child is anywhere close to being able to grant wishes, but she has potential.  

But right now, the child needs rest. Something deeper than the abyss, gentle as the waves. 

“We can approach all that later though. For now, let’s get you used to your body. Just some gentle swimming, and then I’ll get a better idea on your scrying.” She chuckles as she feels Yuu’s appendage wrap around hers, like a little child thrown about my waves. “My handsome darlings were my primary source, but I did just fine with my cauldron.”  

“I tried the cauldron, even with Professor Taka’s help, I couldn’t get it to work.” Yuu says, rising from the chair unsteadily.  

“Oh, darling, you didn’t have me.” she smiles, sharp toothed and confident.  

She could take this little soul and make it into a hurricane, she knows it. Just a little time and patience.  

[yetanothergreyjedi]

Ghosts of Our Pasts: 6

DP x DC crossover

Damian Wayne and Danny Fenton Siblings AU

Masterpost Next

WARNING: Light gore at the beginning of this chapter!! (I didn't get verydescriptive, but it includes blood and broken glass. If that’s not for you, skip the first 2 paragraphs.)

Trempling fingers tore at the vial, desperately trying to break the seal, but the glass was slick with crimson and he found no purchase. Each attempt was shakier than the last. Even prying the lid with his teeth made little difference when his hands couldn't grip the thing. He doesn't know if he made a decision or if he dropped it, but half the vials contents mix on the ground with broken glass and blood. The vibrant glowing green makes the blood look black in comparison, sharp little stars glitter in the morbid nebula.

Half the vial is still in his hand. It's edges are jagged teeth cutting into his hand, healing then cutting, then healing, and repeating. It should probably hurt more.

Danyal's thoughts are sluggish. It takes another minute to realize the new problem, that the wound is on his back under several protective layers. Even if he could reach it, he wouldn't be able to pour the Lazarus water accurately, he couldn't even see the wound. If he set down the vial to get a better feel for it, would he remember to pick it back up?

It only hurts the living, it is good for the dead and dying. He didn't remember who'd explained that, but it was all he could recall about the waters, and he didn’t exactly have many options.

He tipped the vial to his lips and drank. This he did feel.

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Danny gasped awake gripping his hands over his chest where his core hid. The shard of ice felt sharper than normal, pointed and aimed at his heart. Danny felt cold.

When he'd first come to the Fenton's, he'd been convinced that Damian's blade had broken under his skin. He'd been sure that the blades tip remained lodged in the back of his chest, just under his heart. He remembered saying it felt cold. His theory had been disproven after an X-ray after falling off the roof. (he'd jumped from it to the Assult Vehicle. He'd been fine, but the other parents had seen him roll and insisted on the hospital.) Jazz had called it trauma, and well, it was. So he'd taken her advice on it.

Danny couldn’t tell whether it had always been there or if this was the usual mind over matter ghost nonsense, but now his core was being pointy, so that was great! Definitely not like the last time his core had felt weird and he'd almost frozed alive!(dead?).

He needed some air. He threw on some clothes and didn't bother with doors.

The thing was he wasn't actually sure if he died the first time. It didn't really matter, it was still trauma, but if his core had come from that, and the portal had just... what? Supercharged him? Both events had fundamentally changed him, but he'd gone so long believing he hadn’t died at Damian's hand. He'd survived everything with the League just to die to his own stupidity.

The sun had already set, but smoggy clouds and light pollution blocked the stars. He wasn’t surprised, but it would've been nice to fill a bit of obsession after the nightmare... actually...

He sat on the ledge and focused on chaneling his excess energy to Gotham. It was something he did often for Amity, the smaller city would take that energy and stitch back together any damage from a fight. But there was a lot of ectoplasm in Amity Park. Danny didn’t know how malleable the physical aspects were for her.

The energy was pulled away as she accepted, pulling a thread of his consciousness with it. She showed him a plant on a windowsill, stubbornly blooming despite the lack of sun. She showed him a tiny crack in a support beam mended, a touch of poison in the water flowed away from the supply of drinking water, and more tiny things that would mean all the difference for a few people. But she kept showing him things, too much all at once and he had to rip his mind back because he was in human form and could not handle that much like this.

She withdrew sheepishly, and he got it. Most older spirits did not know how much a human brain could handle.

Something else drew his attention and he turned sharply.

"Oh... Hi,"

"Are you alright?" Batman asked, still a careful distance away.

"Yeah...?"

"Your eyes are glowing."

"Oh..." Danny closed his eyes for a second, opening them again when he was sure they'd look human. He wasn’t really surprised. "That uh... happens, sometimes..."

"You have good control over it,"

"Uh, I guess? I can't always tell when I'm doing it..."

"It's not pit rage then?"

"Not... usually," Danny wasn’t entirely sure what pit rage was. Not that anyone else in the League knew any better, but he didn’t know if something he had a name for might be called pit rage by someone who didn’t know.

"Hm,"

"It's a weird conglomerate of side effects." Danny half explained, looking out over the other buildings and and a parking garage. The Bat crouched on the ledge a few feet away from him and Danny couldn’t help but laugh. "This is ridiculous,"

"Oh?"

"That my first time meeting you is on a rooftop and you're in a bat costume."

"You could have come to the manor," It wasn’t a reprimand, it was an offer, it was a question.

"Yeah, I think the fact that I'm not back to being dead is pretty good evidence your not with the Assassins."

"No. I haven't been for a long time."

Danny took a deep breath. He wasn't going to dwell on other versions of this story. "Cool."

There was a few moments of silence, a bit awkward, but nothing compared to the awkward silence in the alley a few hours prior.

"How's your trip going?" Batman asked.

"Already looked me up, huh?" Danny joked.

"We needed to be sure—"

"I know, I know, my sudden appearance was super sus."

Batman sighed the sigh of someone who has heard far too many Among Us jokes in his life.

Danny grinned, "Pretty good so far, nobody attacked the museum, and we've almost worn down Lancer about the whole 'we must stay in one group' thing."

"Staying in one group is wise."

"We're Amity Parkers," Danny countered.

"You're from a town with a communication blackout."

"A 'magical' communication blackout." Danny finger quoted the word 'magical'. "I don't actually know what you can access. Only someone who's been to Amity can find it."

"Hm,"

"Unless, you go through Elmerton." Danny advised. He was taking a chance on this, he decided. Even if he was wrong about trusting this part of his family, Amity's judgement wouldn't be biased and she wouldn't let them see anything they shouldn't. And of course, in Amity, Phantom could get involved if need be.

"Elmerton."

"Yep, the town a few miles to the east. Our only tether back to this plain of existence." Danny said dramaticly, it wasn’t that bad. He could almost hear him thinking, so he didn't expect the next question.

"Do you like it there?"

"I- yeah, I do." It was his haunt, most of its weirdness was subconsciously his fault. "Ever been to a liminal space?"

"I've been to a few other dimensions,"

Danny snorted, "Mood,"

That got him a weird look, it was his own fault really.

"I'm not talking about anything related to my death." Danny warned. "Sorry."

"That's a reasonable boundary," Bio-dad in a bat suit nodded, but also sounded like he was physically restraining himself from asking. It also sounded like something a therapist was attempting to drill into him, Danny could relate, if it were true.

"Liminal spaces are kinda hard to explain if you haven't been in one. Amity has a lot of ghosts... I mean that literally. Our neighbor died of old age, but she still reads the newspaper on her porch every morning."

"That's..." Danny could actually taste the suprise. It was kinda tangy? Danny really hoped the emotions having a taste thing was just because of low ambient ectoplasm; he really did not want this as a new power.

"The most normal thing about Amity," Danny finished the sentence for him. "Don't go into it trying to makes sense of it or you might melt your brain or something."

"Please tell me that's a joke."

Danny shrugged, then decided it was his turn for questions. He pulled Damian's list out of his pocket. "So, can I get you to explain who all of these people are?"

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Bruce returned to the cave feeling significantly better than when he'd left it. Danny had been open, for the most part, but clear on things he wasn't willing to discuss. Despite his children's earlier interaction, he'd seemed willing, even eager to interact with the rest of the family.

Damian was pacing in the same way he'd been when Bruce had left. He'd said something along the lines of 'I do not wish him to feel pressured by my presence' when Bruce had asked if he'd come with him. He immediately noticed when Bruce stepped into the room and made a beeline for him.

"We're going to show him around the rooftops tomorrow night. I asked, you're invited." Bruce told him.

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Next up! A brief break from the heavy stuff, let’s drop in for some Amity Parker’s vacationing in Gotham! (If you have prompts, I beg you!!!)

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Notes:

If you're wondering: why did he come has Batman? That's because it would be very weird for Bruce Wayne to talk alone with a single seemingly random kid on their senior trip.

Batman talking with a kid sitting on the edge of a multi-story drop? Good! We were feeling worried about that kid!

Also B was just dropping by to check, and lo and behold! His son is chillin on the roof like any self-respecting bird does.

Any future Bruce POV's are gonna be just as short as this one, because I tried writing the interaction from his pov and it caused me pain! Shout out to everyone who does that regularly.

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Wanted to get some creative flow going while staying low-effort, so here's a screenshot redraw/edit/whatever you wanna call it, because I was curious how Mojo would look in the show with all my headcanons and little flourishes that I add when I draw him -w- So here's my redraw and the original screenshot, plus a version wif his OG palette since the lighting in the scene I decided to redo is all reddish

[Any reblogs and comments are seen and appreciated!! 🥺🥺 Also click for higher quality. Under the cut I put some of my thought process on my changes ehe ❤]

So the first thing I have to mention is one of my favorite changes: that little chip out of his ear! I mean, it's not a lot to explain if you just think about it for a second. This poor chimp has taken a LOT of beatings over the years, there's no way that he wouldn't have some physical scars from all that, so I figured the best shorthand way to show that would be giving him that notch. I like to imagine that he's self-conscious about it too 🥺

Second most notable change, I always like giving him a little tooth poking out because I watched a lot of anime as a teen Because with those sharp teeth of his, the idea of one poking out makes sense and also just looks cool to me -w-💖💖💖 I like to think it's a side effect of the PPG movie when he got all huge, cuz his canines also got extended so much that they were poking out from his mouth

So the thicker outline around the bottom of his eyes is something that the original show actually did, in the Powerpuff Girls Rule 10th anniversary special! That stuck with me ever since and rly made me question why he didn't always have it 😭💖😭💖

Even if I prefer his rounder design pre-movie, I can't deny that I adore the sharper, M-shaped nose that they gave him later on and I wanted to keep that. The sharp lines just make sense to me and line up with the shape theory of "sharp=mean and evil". Plus it looks like an M! For Mojo! :3

So this change is a more subtle one and is also a very new idea I had, but I gave his pupils a purple tone instead of being pure black! In all honesty it was inspired by one of the cover arts of the newest PPG comics coming out currently where the artist gave him purple eyes. In my mind they used to be a light brown and got tinted purple from his mutation, along with the whites going pink.

Alright final thing (I think), I know I touched on the notch out of his ear, but when it comes to his ear shape in general, I like to find a happy middle ground between his fully rounded ears they drew on him pre-movie, and the sharp almost elf-like ears they gave him post-movie. Like I said earlier, the sharpness reads as more villainous!

Oh wait! Okay last thing for real: I love giving him a bit more fur around his face, purely for the fact that I think it looks good and cute uwu 💖💖💖💖💖💖

If you read this far please either reblog or comment with your thoughts, I'd be so honored 🥺💖

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Trolls redesigns part 2: rock trolls!

Tbh Riff already looked great but I wanted to follow the pattern with Branch and Poppy and have two trolls per genre of each redesign set I do. Anyway below the cut are my thoughts on designing them!

So all the troll types are based on some kind of creature right? Of course there's the pop trolls with their most direct good luck troll inspired designs, techno trolls are merfolk, funk trolls are... llamas? country trolls are centaurs and classical trolls are like cherubs/fairies, but rock trolls are kind of just gray/muted pop trolls and don't have their own thing really. So I decided I wanted to give them a more unique design inspired by some other kind of creature (also to make the pop trolls more unique in themselves) so my rock trolls are inspired by bats! I was considering giving them flight membrane too but decided it would make the design a bit too busy so I axed it. So yeah, my rock trolls are bats.

I imagine they stand at a slightly shorter height than pop trolls on average and are more nimble and maneuverable than most trolls. Fitting to their mountainous home, they're somewhat like mountain goats in that they have excellent balance and like being up high. They can leap great heights and distances and have excellent hearing that is somehow not blown out by their crazy loud tunes. Like bats, they're primarily nocturnal. They usually come in muted, desaturated cool colors. They have heart-shaped, flat bat noses, sharp teeth, black scleras, large bat ears, flat spines starting at their lower back, and short, thick tails. Now onto the individual designs!

Barb already served cunt tbh and there wasn't much about her I wanted to change beyond physical characteristics, but style wise she's mostly the same. One thing about the rock trolls I was a bit disappointed with was how little leather their outfits had! So I gave her a leather jacket and no shirt.

Riff also was already dope looking, so I did some minor things here and there like changing his jacket to a DIY sleeveless vest made of a hoodie because he's kinda got that t-boy swag and butchering your old dysphoria hoodie to make it into a sick new accessory is metal as hell. I also tied the handkerchief in his pocket around his neck. Why? Well, when you slam your face onto your drum set a lot, I imagine you're probably gonna end up pretty prone to nosebleeds, especially since my version of the rock trolls have even bigger noses. So bam! Accessible blood mop.

Hope yall like these! On to the next set!

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Once upon a time I expected the story to deconstruct the roles of heroes and villains in the way that these are just people given titles that society defines them by for the rest of their lives, and I think, in a way, the story does do that a little with Tomura and Izuku

Tomura is shown in light tones, almost angelic, and is called "a hero for the villains" at the end of his character. Which I feel is a change from what he's been known as since the manga introduced him: a villain. He's always just been a villain, no matter his circumstances, because that's what the story pushes and that's what the heroes repeatedly call him. But "a hero for the villains" turns it on its head because its the first time the story (not the heroes, notably) suggests that maybe he's been a hero this entire time, just in a different way, giving a spin to the term "anyone can be a hero"

Izuku is shown in dark tones multiple times, depicted as villainous, almost demonic, in appearance. Which isn't a new thing per se, but it shows a hero can still be a hero even if they look like a villain sometimes. Izuku's incredible anger and recklessness complete this look for him because it is terrifying to be up against someone who will not allow their body's limitations to keep them from their goal. Visibly breaking yourself while still dragging yourself to fight is "scary", "dangerous", "violent", all words commonly associated with villains, too. His rogue arc costume is the first to display this (the visible neglect, the blood and mud, making him look unapproachable) as well as his black whip form (allowing a quirk to dig beneath his skin, in order to move himself around like a puppet, to give him claws and sharp teeth, combined with his wild expressions. The way it looks as if it is infecting him (no wonder Hori called it Carnage)). And it's no coincidence that both have the exact same dialogue upon others seeing them: "I'd never guess you were a hero."

You could also argue, depending on your perspective, that Izuku is sort of a villain for the villains. The villain's villain. Because he couldn't get through to Dabi in war arc (even though he's the Hero Hopeful MC who got through to Dabi's brother and struck a chord in his father so he should be able to get involved and do it, right?), he couldn't connect with Toga (he basically just made things worse by refusing to understand why she thinks the way she does), he kinda sorta killed Tomura (even tho it was an accident, but remember that shortly before this happened Tomura was suggested as a hero for the first time in the story), and he broke Spinner's heart by doing this

Of course, these things aren't inherently villainous. But they aren't marks of a hero, either. They don't usually kill the people they are trying to save, or struggle to even contemplate connecting with the opposing side, especially towards the end of a story

This isn't me saying Izuku was "the real villain" and Tomura wasn't "the real hero" either. I'm trying to say that these are just people who have found themselves on opposing sides, forever given a title that is meant to define them, and yet the story manages to show how their titles of Hero and Villain aren't what they are defined by. It's their actions, which in many ways, can be both bad and good. By mixing it up a little (Izuku being a hero but looking villainous, unable to connect with other villains) (Tomura being a villain but looking quite heroic, able to connect with those who have been ignored by their peers/society), I think it shows that, similarly to "anyone can be a hero", anyone can also be "a villain" too

Because everyone in the entire world is capable of good and bad that can impact the wrong and/or right people

On the whole, it's a human way to show them, and even though Tomura wasn't physically saved, I think the story at least succeeds in showing that human side

[ashs-random-writing]

Strange assumptions

Chapter one

Ao3

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Roman decided that he was bored of being a deity, and decided that he wanted to play pretend. Two years into masquerading as a mortal, he’s sure he’s mastered it.

His friends are glad that everyone in their circle is autistic

—

Roman was rather annoyed. As someone who constantly had to hide his true form from mortals, he was getting tired of being in the mortal realm. It wasn’t the worst, he had friends, he enjoyed the activities the mortal realm offered, but he didn’t like that he had to look like a human.

Humans were, first of all, tiny. As someone far more powerful than little mortals, he was supposed to be bigger than them. By a lot. Squishing down his form was still only one of his problems

He had to remove his horns, he had to change his skin, he had to make his eyes look more human-like, he had to dull down his teeth. It was exhausting. He looked what some humans would refer to as ‘demonic’, but he rejected that.

He was the physical incarnation of imagination of the fantasy genre. His horns were that of dragons, his skin the gold of a royal fae, his eyes the deep black of the darkest magic, his teeth the sharp of the mermaid, his voice that of a siren’s, his wings that of a fairy, and his ears of the elves.

And yet, he was forced to hide his beauty so as to not scare the little mortals. He didn’t mind too much, he liked the mortal realm otherwise. He had made himself a little identity as a human over the past two years.

Though, on the very very rare occasion that one would see his true form, they were scared. He found it somewhat funny, that they were so afraid of him, and he imagined how they’d react to his brother. His brother happened to embody the horror genre.

He hummed to himself as he walked around the town he had chosen to settle in for the past two years. He hadn’t worked out all the details of his persona just yet

He still hadn’t gotten a house. It was something that his human friends didn’t know, but they were asking why they’d never been to his house. Roman had no need for food, for sleep, or for anything that might mean he’d need a house

Usually on a nighttime, he’d walk to somewhere where no mortals were, like the woods, and he’d let his human form melt away. Luckily, no one who saw his true form made the connection between him and human-him.

Most people didn’t tell anyone about the giant they had seen, on account of not having the proof that would stop them from being called crazy. The rare few spiked a mild rumour, but it always faded out after a while.

Roman was glad. As much as he’d like to be himself more often, he’d rather not have to give up his little charade. He was having fun playing pretend.

He grinned, donning a red and gold outfit that his friends liked to say was a bit too extravagant, but Roman loved. He walked through town, towards the cafe where he was meeting his friends.

His friends were not yet there, but there were still several minutes left until their agreed meeting time. Logan always showed up exactly on time, and Virgil was usually late, and Patton was sometimes early, sometimes late, sometimes on time.

Roman enjoyed those little quirks. Humans had such range, in the way that they acted. It’s one of the things that made it bearable to play pretend as one of them.

He watched as the clock turned to 10:30 am, and suddenly Logan walked through the door. Right on time, as predicted.

“Logan! Hi,” he grinned, gesturing for the human to sit down. Logan returned the smile, not as enthusiastically, but Roman knew that Logan just wasn’t very good at outwardly showing emotion

“Roman, glad to see you early for once,” Logan said, in a tone that made it hard to tell if he was joking, but Roman had been friends with him since he had first decided to take up this little charade

He laughed

“Ah, well, you know me. Too many things going on to remember timings, but I was just so excited to see you all today!” He said, gesturing grandly

Logan shook his head slightly

“Of course… have the others shown up yet?” Logan asked, looking outside the window for a second, and then down at the table. Roman shook his head

“Not yet, but you know them, Patton will show up whenever he remembers, and Virgil will show up in about five minutes,” he said, watching the window

He hummed in thought

“Why does he show up almost exactly five minutes late every time we hang out, by the way?” He asked conversationally

Logan smiled

“He thinks it makes him look cooler, and that he doesn’t care about times, but he’s too anxious to show up any later than that,” he explained

His friends were great at observing

“Ah, that makes sense,” he nodded

People had strange little quirks, like Virgil, who tried very hard to be perceived as ‘cool’, but was far too worried about how people may think of him. Sometimes, he would find it hard to talk, but Roman didn’t mind

Logan had quirks too. Like the way he never changed his tone of voice, or had a hard time reading emotions. He liked talking about space, or bugs, or whatever cool thing he had decided to learn about

Patton also had quirks, with the way he was a lot clumsier than most humans, and he had a poor memory, leading to him being a little bit unpredictable. But he was very adamant about his morals, and little things he had to do

Roman liked to think he fit in quite nicely with his little group, despite not being mortal. Not that they knew that, of course, but he was thinking about potentially telling them. He and Logan talked for a few minutes, until the cafe door opened, revealing the tallest member of their group, Virgil.

Roman excitedly waved him over

“Hello!” He exclaimed, once Virgil had effectively slouched in the chair next to Logan

Virgil gave a two finger salute in greeting. Sometimes Virgil didn’t talk much.

Roman grinned widely.

They talked for close to two more minutes before Patton arrived

“Hi, guys- sorry I’m late!”

Patton wore a lot of little pins, some that Roman didn’t know the meaning of, but they looked cool. One was an infinity symbol coloured in rainbow stripes, one was blue and pink and white stripes, and another was just a cartoonish kitty.

They got to talking, and Roman had a lot of fun hanging out with them

Virgil brought up a topic a little later on in the hang-out session

“Did you guys hear that rumour got reignited? Someone else is claiming they saw that giant demon thing,”

Ah, right. An unfamiliar mortal had spotted him a few nights earlier.

Roman laughed

“Oh, please. That rumour has been resurfaced and re-buried a million times over since I’ve lived here. No one has brought any kind of new evidence, have they?” He said, smiling

He couldn’t let them figure him out without him telling them. He didn’t want his friends to be mad because he didn’t tell them.

He liked playing pretend. He liked his friends. He didn’t want to have to give up either of them because someone figured him out.

The conversation carried on progressing, away from Roman’s giant-form. He had to ignore his annoyance at being called a demon again. Getting upset over it would surely blow his cover

His friends left a little while later, and Roman decided to have a little wander. He smiled. He walked into the woods, and a small part of his disguise dropped with every step.

His teeth slowly sharpened, his skin slowly got shinier, and more gold in colour, and his eyes darkened. His horns slowly grew out of his hair, which had turned to blood red, rather than dark brown. He slowly grew in size until he was the size that reflected his perfect, powerful nature.

Soon enough, his form was his usual one, his wings sprouted from his back in a shimmering, glass-like shape.

He watched the stars, every little fairytale about them sprouting to mind. He was made to host them all. He knew that he had little freckles that looked like the stars, but they weren’t that prominent amongst the shining of his skin.

He could feel his jewellery wrapped around his horns. It was silver, contrasting to his skin of gold. There was a red ruby hovering in between silver chains. It was small to him, but compared to the things of the mortal realm, it was quite large.

He flexed his fingers, looking at his beautiful claws.

He basked in the ability to share his true form with minimal chance of being seen. He was in a different place than last time. He had several sparkling jewels, and he had quite a bit of jewellery

He enjoyed the feeling of it.

He soon heard a small inhale from the side of him. He looked towards it and saw a little mortal. It took a few seconds of staring for him to register who exactly it was

“Virgil,” he breathed out, almost in shock

Virgil was not supposed to have found him. He was going to tell Virgil and the rest of his friends on his own accord.

The little mortal looked scared, and he started to back away from Roman.

Roman impulsively grabbed him. He couldn’t let Virgil go and tell everyone before Roman had a chance to explain.

“Stop- stop squirming, just let me explain before you run away, okay?” He said, trying to keep a hold of his friend, who was very rudely making it hard for him.

“Virgil, stop! I’m not going to hurt you,” he tried in vain

“Look, I’ll put you back down on the ground if you promise not to run away, okay?” Virgil looked at him with wide eyes, and trembling breath.

Roman slowly lowered him to the ground and let go, preparing to grab again if his friend ran. Virgil took a few jittery steps back but didn’t start running.

“Okay…” Roman sighed, before continuing “Just, try not to freak out?”

He felt himself shrinking, his horns and wings retreating, and his skin taking on a more fleshy texture and look. His eyes would look human now as well, and his hair would‘ve darkened. Virgil stared at him

He smiled sheepishly

“Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but I was planning on telling you all next week. I’d understand if you’re mad at me for keeping this whole thing secret, but I had no clue how you’d respond, and I’ve had so much fun pretending to be human and I like you all being my friends, and I didn’t want to lose that if you reacted badly, and- and, oh my, I’m rambling again.. just- sorry,” he spoke quickly, wringing his hands together

Virgil gaped at him.

“Roman?! You- you’re the demon thing?”

Roman groaned

“Ugh, why does everyone assume I’m a demon? I mean, what kind of demon has my looks, what kind of demon has fairy wings?” He crossed his arms

Virgil stared at him, obviously in shock

Roman ran a hand through his hair in stress, only to realise something

“Oh dear, my hair is simply a mess,” he said, conjuring a mirror to hand, and looking at his hair.

It always was somewhat dishevelled after he turned into his mortal form; his horns tended to mess with its structure. Today, it seemed worse. He magically changed his hair a few times until it looked absolutely perfect.

He turned back to Virgil, who was staring at him with some kind of emotion that Roman didn’t know enough about mortal emotion to identify.

“Did you really have to fix your hair right now?” He asked, almost bitingly

Roman blinked in surprise. Of course he did; his hair was a mess, it needed to be fixed.

Virgil looked at his face and sighed

“Okay, never mind. If you don’t mind me asking, if you aren’t a demon, then, uh, what are you?”

Roman paused for a moment, trying to find the correct words.

—

Virgil had a small, tight-knit group of friends. There was him, Patton, Logan, and Roman. There was sort-of an unspoken acknowledgment that all of them had autism.

Logan had a few accommodations he brought places, like earplugs, and a rubix cube if he got overwhelmed. He had a hard time reading and expressing emotions, but he was pretty nice and very thoughtful.

Patton was very open about his autism, wearing pins and bringing a lot of fidget toys around. He had a lot of trouble with coordination and fine motor skills, but he was always trying to make something. Patton also, unfortunately, was quite bad at telling when someone was taking advantage of him

Roman didn’t often mention his autism, but he was always fidgeting with something. He was always overly expressive, and didn’t always understand social rules, and had a bit of volume control difficulty. He always wore the same silver bracelet. He clearly had a special interest in fairytales, as well

Virgil had a lot of sensory issues, meaning he often had his headphones on and his hoodie. He sometimes went non-verbal, but his friends were very supportive about it. He wasn’t very good at talking to people, so he had quite a bit of anxiety

But, he was mostly fine around his friends. He had known them for years, after all. He had fun hanging around with them.

There was a rumour that floated around their town every so often: that there was a giant demon in the woods.

Virgil didn’t really believe in it, but there were several people who had claimed to have seen it. They all said that it was just sat there, doing whatever, and that it would look at them, and ignore them as it went back to what it was doing.

Virgil didn’t know what to think. The rumour only resurfaced every 4 months or so.

He and his friends hung out about once a week, and they enjoyed chatting. They had never been to Roman’s house, though, but he didn’t mind. Some people just didn’t like having people in their house.

After their hang out session this time, he noticed that Roman just walked into the woods. It was getting dark, he’d hate to know that something could’ve happened to Roman because Virgil just let him wander into the woods at night

He, after a long moment of deliberation, decided to follow him. He couldn’t see where Roman was any more, but he just carried on walking.

It was fully dark before he found something. He froze in place, looking at the giant before him

It had golden skin, shining in the moonlight, and blood red hair. It’s horns were long and twisting, fading from gold to black, and it had a red outfit. It was adorned in silver jewellery, wrapping around its horns, its arms, and its hands. He inhaled sharply, and it looked at him

It had eyes darker than the sky, and teeth sharper than its horns. It stared at him, before speaking.

How- how did it know his name? There was something familiar in the voice, but it sounded different, almost inhuman.

He took a shaky step back, but it lunged, wrapping its hand around him, and giving Virgil a close up of the razor sharp claws.

He was lifted off the ground and he struggled relentlessly against the grip, trying to get away

“Look, I’ll put you back down on the ground if you promise not to run away, okay?” It said, readjusting its grip on him.

Virgil nodded, trying to suppress his panic. He was very slowly placed on the ground.

He took a few quick steps back, but didn’t get too far, wary of the giant creature’s hands that were still very close to him

“Okay…” It sighed, a loud sound that had an accompanying gust of wind “Just, try not to freak out?”

Don’t freak out? That was a bit late, he thought bitterly, before finding his eyes transfixed on its slowly changing body.

Its form grew shorter, its horns depleted and its skin turned from golden to brown. The jewellery it wore slowly disappeared until it was nothing but a very familiar silver bracelet. Its hair darkened to a very dark brown.

He stared in shock as that thing turned into his friend. He couldn’t correlate the two in his mind. He stared as Roman launched into a rambling explanation about what was going on

He couldn’t listen.

“Roman?! You- you’re the demon thing?” He said after a few seconds

Roman protested against the demon allegations, before seemingly realising that his hair was a mess

Virgil was almost in shock, as Roman paused the whole revelations to fix his hair, with a mirror that had supposedly appeared from nowhere

Virgil rubbed his forehead after determining that Roman had really, actually decided that right then was the perfect time to do his hair.

“Okay, never mind. If you don’t mind me asking, if you aren’t a demon, then, uh, what are you?” He asked, almost tentatively.

Roman fidgeted with his hands and paused for a moment

“Well, I think the best word to use would be deity. I’m the physical representation of imagination in the fantasy genre,”

Virgil blinked

What did that even mean? What was Roman talking about?!

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@a-chilly-pepper @da3dm

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*revives again*

I'll be soon going to sleep, but anyways

Thank you btw! <3 I'll still be a bit hesitant as of now to write fics but i'll definitely will keep making ideas, boredom does that to ya'

Now i'm like, wanting to write a fic about cryptid Hal especially after reading a one shot with this topic, but i think i'll just write down ideas so i can talk about them with someone who is willing to listen! :3

I'm now like: Hal slowy turning into a cryptid without realizing it.. bird Hal...(I have the perfect bird for him, even though i would probably make my own little species for him), lots of hurt before comfort, it gets worse before it gets better, lots of whump.. nomnom😈

Body horror too since the wings would have to, literally and im not even joking, rip apart his back since he didn't originally have them.. painful back pains before the wings actually come out, gotta love some good old fashioned "it gets worse before it gets better"

Also him hiding out of either fear or denial, or fear of being judged by the League because God that man needs therapy!!

The deep seated fear of becoming inhuman bc of the rings is so scrumptious, MMMM

I’m reminded of that one nightmare JL:U episode where that GL was stuck in a nightmare where humanity became alien to him and he progressively got taken over by the ring until he couldn’t understand English and was scaring people away.

Specifically with Hal and this bird transformation imagine the slow creep into it tho.

His appetite gets weirdly fast and suddenly he’s catching up with Barry or Wally on their snack breaks to carb up, eating way too much until he feels like he’s going to be sick but then it passes and he’s hungry all the same, not knowing he’s fueling the fire of his body burning up calories to shift. His skin gets weird and prickly in places that’s mostly covered by his suit or loose clothing as a civilian, his fingers seem longer and thinner, his hands and palms too as they stretch out to an appropriate wing span but it just looks slightly unproprtional for the time being so he’s not worrying too much other than his skin. His lips thin and there’s a sharp pain at the front of his gums, like something is trying to force itself out and his teeth are feeling ill-fit in his own mouth.

He gets knee pains and during a fight with a heavy hitter, maybe Lobo, multiple bones are broken and they stick him in some sort of med pod to expedite the healing process but that does him in. His broken legs bend backwards and the change forces a talon from his heel as his feet cover in scales over flesh, his arms grow and fingers combine into those misshapen wings that take up so much space in the med pod he’s curled in on himself in comatose agony. His teeth rot and are replaced with the beak that had been forcing itself out until his lips stretch around the outline of it and are covered by the feathers just starting to take proper form.

When someone checks in the next day what’s inside isn’t Hal anymore, he can’t do little more than scream in harpy cries at the agony he wakes up to. He can’t walk, can hardly lift himself up with his hands gone and replaced with winged arms that hardly have the feathers needed to fly after his bones stretched and broke into this new misshapen body of his. His head pounds because his eyes have shifted from front facing to more on the sides of his head like a prey species, not entirely but enough that he can’t physically see the world the same anymore. When the pain subsides and he finds his voice it’s more shrill and improper because his mouth isn’t the same anymore and he has to learn how to speak again with this new speech impediment.

Arugh! Love this

He’d have to be physically bigger too, bc yes, and have to come to terms with the fact he’s got hollow bones now. After all the angst is done his biggest sad factor is that he can’t enjoy food the same anymore bc he can’t really eat much of it depending on what beak he grew in

[pe4nutastic]

Escape to Earth

After that little warm-up drabble that I wrote the other day, I've decided to get to something that I've wanted to write for a while. I don't know how good it is exactly, but I'm just happy to have finished it at all. In any case, this drabble focuses on an early chapter of Giegue's life whereby George, Maria, and Giegue (as a kid ofc) attempt to escape the laboratory facility where the caretaking experiment involving them took place. Specifically, this writing thing opens into a major point of conflict when they are stopped by a fully-seasoned adult Psion guard.

Trigger warnings (as always) are in the tags.

Actually on second thought, just to be safe. Trigger warnings are as follows: body horror, death, gore, blood. If I've missed anything please do let me know and I'll fix it immediately.

Small stubby four-digit hands grip the slim yet notably thicker wrists of a tall slender being, sharp claws desperately digging in with great futility against cold hard skin.  It’s like trying to move a weighty statue, but this is no statue.  Against all reason, this thing he had put himself in front of, was a living creature, but something didn’t seem quite right about it.  A slight shudder shakes his petite body like a leaf in the wind.  Something felt weirdly… empty about it.  An inexplicable twinge of revulsion and he almost feels inclined to shake his head at, were it not for the currently dire situation at hand.  Something…

… –scary!  Awful!  Not normal!

The thought comes barrelling through like a bullet; faster than he can ever have hoped to stop it.  Faster than he can even chide himself for being so cruel over its appearance and body.  Faster than he had even realized what it meant to teleport in one go and teleported in kind to save his dad from this thing.  Because its eyes, previously transfixed upon the fleeing form of the human man emboldened enough to defy the supreme will of the Psions themselves, had slowly–almost lazily as if this were little more than a mere inconvenience–had swiveled down to make more direct contact with Giegue’s own, large and panic-widened pools of dark blue.

Voids.  True voids.

His mouth drops open, agape in petrifying fear.  It’s easy to mistake them for being like his based off the immediate physical characteristics… but this is different.  There’s nothing reflected in them.  Not even light or a spark of life.  There’s nothing behind them… –no understanding for anything other than to address the situation as it saw fit.  Just holes etched into a deadened visage.  Another shudder runs through him, this one far more violent than the last, as if he had just been drenched in water far beyond its piercing freezing point.

A monster.  A true monster.  Just like the scariest ones in all those old fairytales. Except it’s real.  Like a nightmare come true.

It’s terrifying.  Awful that it looks so much like him, but with an extra set of eyes and more refined features.  Is he… is he… one day going to be like that too–?

He can’t look any longer.  But, even as the impulse strikes him hard, he bites back the urge to avert his gaze or screw his eyes shut with a ferocity that would certainly draw blood if he had any… –heros don’t do that!  With renewed willpower, pointed teeth somehow gritting harder than before, claws finding strength beyond that he had thought to be his absolute physical limit to dig in more as he tries harder to push the Psion’s arms up and away from its target.  To somehow get the intended attack to change course before it can launch beyond any stopping it.  For a moment, he dares to glance back… his dad, George, disheveled (from short brown hair to his clothing) and crumpled on the pristine floors from an especially bad fall in a few initial attacks that just about missed anything vital.  Just about, but not quite.  A few bad scrapes (from what could be seen under dress pants, now torn at the bottoms and riddled with a few odd holes) oozed a moderate amount of red life liquid… –blood!... and burns scorched across now exposed forearms.

Mouth pressing into a tight line with a subtle twitch to it at the sight of his father in such a state, Giegue looks back and somehow pushes even harder.  It’s hard not to immediately let go and come running to his dad… to check on him more closely and do whatever he can to help him feel better, but if he does then, the Psion will definitely finish its attack.  Its final attack.  A small rat-like tail lashes sharply amidst the ever-rising tenseness of his midair posture, arms shaking as the adult Psion starts to effortlessly push back in the most efficient and graceful of motions, frustration starting to wet the corners of his eyes over his own lack of strength.

He isn’t like the Psion.  He can’t do all the things that it can with its powers.  He can’t do anything as advanced as it can.  He can’t even fight back.  Teleporting, floating, and moving small things is all he can do.  But he has to do something anyways.  He’s the only one that can here!  The only one of these creatures that will!  Please, please, please, if there’s anyone beyond the cosmos itself, let him find the strength to do something.  A bright flicker of luminescent blue light outlines his hands before shorting out like a glitchy screen.  A pang of sharp pain as a small crack appears on his arm and with it, a small chip flicks away and falls to the greyscale floors with a dull clatter.  Anything.  Another crack appears in his opposing arm before the luminescent blue returns more steadily, tracing every new crack that appears with its shimmery blue light as it slowly moves to outline the rest of his body, eyes screwing shut against the pain and effort as he regains ground and begins to move the offending Psion’s arms–said appendages starting to sport spidery cracks of their own–back and up along with their violent blast of energy.  Even if it’s only a little bit of power… even if it hurts… even if it takes everything he has until he has no more power left to give.

Please let him save his dad.  At that, a blinding flash of that same blue abruptly erupts everywhere, his short ears abruptly filling up with a piercing static-y nothingness, as it flares and weaves about wildly across the entire space like a particularly violent array of solar flares.

He isn’t a hero, but he’d like to be someday and use his powers to help others.  And if not that, then to make things that will help others and make them happy.

He isn’t a human, but he’d like to live on Earth with his parents and see all the things that they’ve told stories about.

He isn’t alive the same way that his parents are… that humans are… but somehow, everything can be figured out anyways.  That’s what family is for isn’t it?

So long as they have love, everything will work out in the end.

There’s no control.  Just raw power that keeps on emptying out of his body.  It’s like a tap that keeps on running, but with no means of turning back the crank.  Floors smash in a flurry of heavy dents, cracks, and greyish dust that puffs up as a result of some especially critical impacts.  Surrounding walls warp and bend inwards, suffering a few.  The redirected attack of the adult Psion had struck the ceiling and left quite a sizeable dent in it as a result–any chunks that could have otherwise fallen from it eradicated by the sheer power of its attack–before the pure and unadulterated psionic power, growing more and more in strength as it continues to seep out its source’s body at an exponential rate, strikes the same location and with it busts a gargantuan hole straight into the vacuum of space.  Not that Giegue can register any of it in his current state; completely overrun by power he was not yet prepared to properly utilize and incapable of stopping, even if he could regain enough cognizance to do so.

Nothing comes through, only dull impressions of things breaking, crunching, being destroyed and flung about with sickening smacks.  Nothing stops the unending devastation.  Nothing relents until a bloodcurdling, piercing, familiar sound punctures the dull, blinding, static-y fog which had hesitated little in filling his brain the moment pure psionic power had gushed out his tiny body and in the process of doing so, had almost broken it.  Struck with dull yet not less agonizingly painful headache, the young alien finds himself not in the air between himself and the adult Psion but on the ground a little distance away as if violently thrown there, the Psion in question nowhere to be seen… or anything else for that matter, with the air now caked thick in a grey layer of dust unnaturally suspended in it.  Squinting rather sharply as he props himself back up, a small hand moving to gingerly rub at a temple as he does so, he can almost make out a shadowy humanoid figure running off in a wrecked panic followed by the sound of a ship engine starting up, but he isn’t entirely certain.  Not with how overpowering his headache and consequent disorientation is.  Thinking is like trying to wade through molasses; difficult and incredibly slow.

A moment or two passes, the young alien blankly staring at the destroyed surroundings of the very facility which had been the only home he had ever known, and slowly but surely things gradually come into focus:

The piercing sounds of a singular note tortuously reverberating through the monochromatic and angled landscape of what had previously seemed like endless hallways.  The very hallways that Giegue himself and his parents had been traversing through to leave for good before being brought to a sudden and violent halt by the guards; a situation which had further escalated once an actual Psion entered the ‘playing field’ amongst the myriad of robots and other creatures he hadn’t quite seen before until now.

A sharpness he had never experienced before until now; oozing and pulsating wretched agony along the cracks and small chips littering his hands right to his forearms.  An odd, almost strangled, sort of sound pushes itself out his throat at that, as if somehow the shrillness and simplicity of the sound would ease away the horrid sensation now embedded in his arms.

The characteristically sanitized scent of the facility… –now marred by something vaguely metallic.  Like rust.  

… … …

A smell he had only ever detected from his parents.  An indication in humans that their life fluid had been granted a way out from their bodies.

Blood.  And quite a bit of it at that.

Gripped by a suffocating panic all at once, he fully pushes himself to his feet against all the pain and stumbles just a bit, before running towards the strongest of all the varying sources of blood slowly coming into view of his olfactory senses.  His gait is uneasy yet determined.  Weakened yet desperate.  Hoping against all hope that the worst hadn’t happened.  And yet, with every step he takes, the dusty air grows clearer and with each bit of additional clarity, more of the devastation he had not been able to register before comes into view.  Part of the ceiling seems to be sealed The hallway is riddled with numerous craters, cracks, and bits of broken floor, wall, and ceiling pieces wildly scattered about.  Smashed and warped bits of what used to be robots and heavily modified organics lay across varying points of his path, most either contorted beyond recognition or torn apart completely, bits and pieces of metallic parts and burnt flesh generously thrown askew.  Blood in an array of different colors splattered and dripping from the walls; a pop of color that the monochromatic landscape had desperately needed, but certainly not like this.  Guards that had not been smart or fast enough to take cover.  Collateral damage from the conflict.

Every horrible sight imbues a sharp pit and insatiable queasiness to where his stomach would be (if he had one) and quick aversion of his gaze away.  Out of sight.  Out of mind.  He doesn’t even want to think about the dreadful implications let alone admit to them.  Not when he’s already plagued with a flurry of nightmarish imaginations and pain.  Not when he has to get to his mom.  To make sure that she’s okay.  To help if… somehow… she… isn’t…

A freezing halt.  Both in thoughts and in hurried movements.  An enormous pool of red liquid comes all too clearly into view with a piercing clarity, especially once the last of greyish dust clears from the air.  Blood and in it, torn scraps of pink clothing and a few golden strands of hair with a definitive wave to it, as if something had been torn apart and vanquished so thoroughly, not much more could remain afterwards.

He stares.

His mind fills with a painful buzzing, rat-like tail beginning to tensely tap atop the cold and utterly ruined floors.

And stares.

The surroundings blur and blot out everything but the gruesome sight before him, clawed digits digging into his stout ears and yanking them down in such a way, if he had the strength, might have otherwise torn them off.

And stares.

Time seems to slow.  Reality and anything else utterly removed from this moment.  Teeth gritting against the invisible pain blossoming anew, exacerbating that which had already been plaguing him and adding more.  This moment.  This moment...

And… –s t a r e s.

A moment.  The buzzing reaches its fever pitch abruptly, all at once from its decidedly more humble beginnings.

Snapped.  An unfathomable coldness seeps into and infects every single fibre of his being.  He barely feels like himself anymore.  Untethered to anything, but the very dreadful truth he could not look away from.

Utterly transfixed.  Suspended in a neverending nightmare.  Unable to say or do anything with the realization that crashes into him.  Static short circuiting every single complex thought that attempts to form.  He’s stuck in this moment.

Stuckstuckstuckstuckstuck…. until… –

Gone.  She’s gone.

A stray thought which somehow miraculously starts to form; against all odds, or perhaps as part of an exceedingly delayed shock-induced process, something tethers him back.  Hands fall from his ears, tail-tapping atop the ground intensifying, legs turning to jelly and ruthlessly sending him plummeting to the floor.  He could never feel it before whenever he’d stumble and fall while playing make-believe with her, but this time everything juts into every nook and cranny of his body with a hot and fiery vengeance.

It hurts.

Something begins to build up in his throat.  Something raw, visceral, and utterly unbecoming of the crystal clear coldness displayed by the species.

It hurts.

He falls properly from his knees and lands face-first in the only thing that remains of her anymore.  His body begins to shake with a renewed violent vigor.

It’s all his fault.  

That something rises in intensity, reverberating in tune with the shaking of his body.  Rising and rising and rising, pressure building inside while the cracks across his hands and arms begin to glow with a gentle red luminescence…

All his fault.

The something bursts out in a shrill high pitch, slightly gurgled by his position, but no less piercing and rending.  Nothing else feels right.  Nothing else fits.  He just emits a bloodcurdling scream as if that would somehow empty out this excruciating pain and make everything alright again.  He screams and screams and screams until… !!!!!

A peculiar sensation.  An overwhelming static-y force on its own frequency cuts through the painful buzzing like a knife through butter.  A psychic attack on the mind.

He passes out and into a dreamless void emptiness.

[burning-fcols]

"This wasn't supposed to happen." Vox groans, his gaze fixated on the ceiling. Then why did it? Was he really that upset/obsessed about Alastor that he ended up going to find Angel? Fuck. He couldn't deny, it felt great to get the pent up aggression out of his system, but - "This doesn't get out to anyone, understand? What happened here stays between us." - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴᴀʙʟᴇᴍᴜꜱᴇꜱ 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 Go figure as soon as the afterglow faded, the regret would sink in. Barely allowed a moment to fully catch his breath— electricity still dancing across his fur, Angel lazily watching blue sparks as they flicker and fade ( breaking up the darkness of Vox's room ) —Angel rolls his eyes, remembering too late that any genuine reaction could be scrutinized by the Overlord later thanks to his cameras. Uncertain whether this paranoia desire for control goes far enough to monitor Vox's bedroom, Angel figures he should play it safe and tone down anything else...

Lying beside the groaning Television, gaze raises to the ceiling in ❛ screwed if this ever gets out ❜ solidarity. Vox's reputation is surely at a MASSIVE risk; partaking in whores, while not uncommon in Hell, isn't exactly the type of past-time Vox has portrayed himself as enjoying. Even if the one in question is ❛ Angel Dust ❜ — glitter and spotlights don't change how he is Hell's glorified Fuck-Doll. But he's willing to bet even THAT pales in comparison to the shit-storm that could come Vox's way should Valentino learn he played with the moth's favorite toy. Yet the Overlord still has a better chance against the Pimp's rage than Angel does.

If Valentino found out about this, there's no doubt it would be twisted into HIS fault. Never-mind that Vox is the one who initiated all of their interactions. Who summoned Angel up to his tower, to his room... and proceeded to fuck his frustrations out. Angel has experience being a source of stress-relief and can tell when a client's mind is on something or someONE else while clawing into him. Whoever had Vox riled up so intensely either dodged a bullet or missed out on some of the best sex of their life, depending on their feelings toward being tossed around like a ragdoll.

Personally, Angel enjoyed their stupid decision ( on a purely physical sense; silently seething at the mess Vox dragged them into ) . Not much he could do otherwise, and it had been a pleasant surprise Valentino's fellow boy-toy could give as good as Angel always assumed Vox took it. ❝ Don' worry, Daddy. I ain't tellin' a soul... ❞ Angel dryly responds, nickname a subtle manner of acting out. Wanting to prod Vox's nerves at least a LITTLE, to make up for how his are being mercilessly twisted; knowing he'll have to see Valentino later and act like Vox hadn't shoved his face into the mattress. It's a small satisfaction to see the claw marks Angel had left in the bed's surface... but it's short-lived when his gaze wanders to the ones Vox had left on his hips.

❛ Fuck. ❜

Finger lightly runs across the gouges, Angel sucking in a sharp breath at the stinging sensation. Pink blood decorates the scratches, no doubt also peppering Angel's body in other ways thanks to wandering hands and eager teeth. ❝ These might raise some questions though. ❞ As may the scratches Angel left on Vox's back before being flipped from his onto his stomach instead. Stuck between being smug about ❛ signing his work ❜ or concerned that Val might wonder where those new marks came from, Angel sighs and lets his head fall back on the pillow. ❝ I'll tell 'im they're from th' client I'm seein' lata'. ❞

No point in beating around the bush. They both know where Angel's main concern lies... ❝ Might wanna refrain from foolin' 'round too much 'til those scratches heal. ❞ Hands rest on his stomach, Angel making no moves to leave the comfortable bed until forced out by Vox; he figures it'll come soon enough. ❝ Should be gone in a few days but if ya put some aloe vera on 'em, they'll clear up even fasta'. ❞ He casually offers a tip gleaned from personal experience. 「 ☆ 」

[hiccupbutpurple]

your recent Krogan/viggo/hiccup thing made me think of something:) (more lycanwing!Krogan brainrot ofc BUT) even though viggo and Krogan have Hiccup captive. They’re arguing, the only thing that gives Krogan away as Krogan to hiccup is his height and his voice because of how he’s layered on clothing and is wearing a mask (For what purpose, Hiccup is unsure of, until the kissing part, and Hiccup gets the barest glimpse of Krogan’s mouth, and realizes that it’s too wide and lacks any human traits (teeth are too sharp, etc)

And since Krogan is in his first change, Viggo has had no clue what’s going on either since Krogan has essentially been hiding his body from him. Viggo thought it was odd, but in itself Krogan is already an odd man, so he just thought he was overstimulated or something. All that falls apart when Krogan literally grows wings in front of them.

Perhaps Hiccup talks them into letting him go so he and Fishlegs can take a look at Krogan (perhaps not) but of course, with Hiccup’s curious nature, he wants to know what’s happening, and he also is kind, and he can tell that the whole ordeal is hurting and weighing on Krogan heavily. (Both physically and mentally.)

Ty for the idea um. I might @ you if I doodle some sketches of this (or perhaps write something idk; I do have a little wip sketch of what he could possibly look like >:] )

Yeyssysysysysysy that’s so cool! I’m glad I could fuel your brainrot lol! And yah I’d love to see see some sketches/writing :D

Also now I’m just thinking of Hiccup doing the hand thing to Krogan and Viggo looking on like tf is this lol! But it would be so cool for Krogan to just sprout wings and Hiccup remembers Gobber’s story and realises. Or he’s just watching them argue and sees his mouth, the gears turn in his mind and plans form. After that hopefully they work to help him!

Also sidenote but I’ve been thinking on vigcup venomcup (with Howl by Florence and the Machine) recently with Viggo saving Hiccup and this got me thinking about Krogan being the one to break Hiccup out if the deathgripper venom thing, like Hiccup being tasked to attack lycanwing (or normal) Krogan who recognises him and decides to help, alternatively lycanwing Krogan under deathgripper venom and Hiccup helps him or tries too! Now I gotta find a song for that lol (maybe ‘Fire Fire’ by Steam Powered Giraffe, ‘Thing’ by Steampianist, ‘Closer’ covered by In This Moment (quite a lot of their songs could be really good for Lycanwing Krogan/Hiccup like ‘Beast Within’ and ‘Comanche’ or just any really), ‘Brick by Boring Brick’ by Paramore - that’s also in my lone-rider Hiccup playlist,,,i may make a whole playlist for this (or Lycanwing AUs) too now lol but these are the ones coming to mind rn)

Sidenote Sidenote ‘only human’ by Steam Powered Giraffe is a cool song for the them! Like Krogan singing about how he’s a tool (even if in the song it’s more domestic and for him it’s more an assassin) and Hiccup reminding him that he’s human

[karkkidoeswriting]

OCs As Animals Tag

Thank you for tagging me @mariahwritesstuff! This is such a fun tag game. I've done similar of these years ago for the MCs of BCC but (from what I remember) most of my answers will be different as the characters have changed somewhat from that time.

I'll tag: @kainablue @dotr-rose-love @sam-glade @elshells @writer-artemis @writernopal @oh-no-another-idea

Faerathos - Owl

Owls being symbols of scholarship and intelligence, fits Faerathos well, who is a scholar and very intelligent. Owls are also really good at what they do (hunting), and similarly he's good at very specific thing (not hunting or fighting in general), but kinda dumb outside it and lacks a lot of basic practical skills. He's a very high int low wis type of character.

Cassia - Snow leopard

Other leopards and closely related big cats would fit Cassia too, but I choose snow leopard, since her companion and helper animal (for witch purposes) is a saber-tooth snow leopard (a thing their world has). She's a lone predator, who stalks her pray. She does acrobatics as an opera performer (their opera is a little different), and moves quietly with ease. She also can do the maiming beside the stalking too. She looks much softer and cuddlier than she is. But big cats are still just cats, which fits her too. She's very picky about the people she likes and how she receives affection, and if her boundaries is crossed she will (metaphorically) scratch and bite. She enjoys solitude and alone time, but when she's in the mood she likes company as well. One of the best ways to be with people in her opinion is to sit in same space in silence. She likes to sleep in small spaces.

Valeri - Dog

Valeri is definitely a dog, specifically a big dog. He's very loyal, very helpful to the people he loves, smart in a practical way (and in other ways kinda dumb), bad at lying, good in teams, ferocious when needed and protective. Like dogs typically he wants to please others and likes physical affection from people he trusts. Though he's the kind of dog, whose been traumatized, so suspicious of strangers, kinda grumpy, gets stressed around too many people, bites (metaphorically in his case) when stressed and reacts badly when touched wrong or by wrong people.

Fiolev - Cat

Cats are small predators, so they seek prey but they also have to avoid bigger predators, and that fits Fiolev perfectly. His prey is the money of gullible rich people, but also there's worse, more dangerous criminals and whole imperial army preying on him. So he has to look over his shoulder, move quietly and unnoticed. Cats teeth and claws are sharp and they can do surprising amount of damage, but they not really very dangerous. and he's the same (metaphorically). He's quick witted and quick in his movements. He can be so smart and so dumb at the same time. He's the type of cat who goes to check out new people, get their scratches and meows at them, but is not to be picked up by strangers, basically he's friendly but you have to win his trust to get his whole affection. He can also be purposefully annoying, when he demands attention. And like cats he's a little goofy guy, he's funny, and not as graceful as he'd like you to believe.

[lunarscaled]

" youuuu wanna go swimming karei? " floyd bumps into them with quite a bit of weight, gesturing to the pool as his other arm curls around lyric's shoulders. why come to the school pool house and not go for a dip? " i'll go with you, i'm a good teacher too heehee... if you wanna learn. promise not to letcha drown or anything~ " / u mentioned more floyd asks would be ok so heres one

-> He's deceptively quiet for his size, isn't he? Lyric had been content eyeing the pool from a distance under the shade of a poolside umbrella, a bit too nervous to get into the water properly when there were but a handful of other students mingling about it on the furthest side, a break between classes to giggle and gossip and splash each other. It was both a blessing and isolating how large the pools at Night Raven were: they featured a number of different habitats and biomes, some more natural and some as chlorinated as any public setting would have, cold water to hot springs. While Lyric was not pressured to interact with the other students in any way, they also felt like they stood out too much if they got in the water by themselves. Would they gossip about them? Would they laugh? Would they crowd them out and shoo them away for being a fly on the wall? Lyric jumps when Floyd's weight collides with them. They clutch a fluffy green towel too tight to their chest—his speaking had only just prefaced his physical contact, and Lyric's feet stumble a little to find their footing again as he slings an arm around them ( an action Lyric is finding both trapping as it is familiar. ) Their shoulder is pressed up against Floyd's ribs, his posture leaned ever so slightly over them in the shade; he's still in his uniform, disheveled to a level suiting his comfort, as his grin with just a little show of sharp teeth feels both natural and predatory. Perhaps it's something he can't help.

"... that's... um..."

-> Their fingers curl tighter into their towel. Lyric still wore their long, stylized white button-up undershirt of their dorm uniform from Diasomnia, but nothing else from it. Instead, they wear long swim tights, and from beneath the white sleeves is the skin-tight cling of an equally long-sleeved swim shirt, rucked up in the back to accommodate their tail. Even for swimming, it seemed Lyric was as conservative as ever. The tips of their ears burn as they shift their weight between their feet—swimming with Floyd felt... dangerous. The same way one wouldn't willingly jump into a pit with a tiger, it seemed foolish to accept an offer to get into an exceptionally deep pool with an eel, just as none would likely confront them in the snowy tundra of their home where they were most experienced. Right. Of course. It'd be stupid to accept that offer.

"... I know how to swim okay... but my scales are shedding, so I was hoping soaking in the pool would help the skin peel off easier..."

-> ... but, if Floyd got in the water, he likely would change shape, right? Lyric had never seen any of the Octavinelle trio in their original shapes. They doubt they had many chances to do so except for places like this. ... And, if Floyd was here, they wouldn't be swimming alone. Even if they were swimming with Floyd, that was deterrent enough for most people to keep their distance. If they were saying cruel things about Lyric, maybe it would be far enough they didn't hear them. Maybe they wouldn't notice. And, with other people present, if Floyd did try to drown them, they'd get help wouldn't they? It balances out. A little safety on all sides: they just needed to soak for a while, maybe 30 minutes at most, and Floyd was their... ... Floyd was here. And that was okay.

"But, umm... We could swim a little if you want... I can't promise I can keep up with you, but I'll be floating around."

[fluffbeast7]

Concept ideas for my sona: Fluff! (i just have to write things out dont mind me, sorry for any writing mistakes)

this doesnt look as good because i just wanted to get the idea out of my head, plus, its the very first concept of fluff's portals, i'm already having a few ideas on how to make this look better

i will ramble a lot now, long post warning!

fluff existence is veeryy,,,, weird. their origins explain why they can shapeshift. i dont have the best words on what fluff does- i would say ''reality shifter'' but that's a thing that actually exists and, idk how i feel about it.

fluff is a creature who was born/created within the ''wall'' that separates every reality, so they actually do not belong anywhere- they are just a blob of the universe that accidentally grew sentient, meaning they do not have parents, meaning they can take up any physical form they wish (as long they know what it looks like! before their favorite form was created, they observed many animals, slowly building up their figure. when fluff was younger, they looked different due to their taste changing over time!)

when you are a creature from the ''wall'' (yes that's how im calling it), you learn that there are many little secrets and stuff to understand to how it all works- the ability to shapeshift and to visit other realities came in natural for them, but learning to revisit places and what fluff should and shouldn't do were things they had to learn on their own

plus! there ar not many, but fluff isn't the only creature who was born withing the wall, they are friends with other people who all have their own opinions on this whole thing- fluff apparently is one of the younger ones to appear. each creature have different goals and views about visiting other realities, also different morals and philosophical thinkin' and stuff!

list of the other creatures they met (they are all based on things around my life :) )

fluff: i'm not going to explain much about how fluff looks like, but just their views and goals. fluff decided very early on that they want to get to know as many different realities and study as many different creatures (so they can shapeshift into them), they have many different sketch books they draw on addressing the people they met. fluff is dangerously open about being a shapeshifter and is not aware that, saying stuff like '' Oh there are many different versions of you but slightly different! :D'' usually sends people into an existential crisis

differently from their friends, fluff adores shapeshifting, but also tries not to think too hard about their existense, they just want to live, and feel normal.

froggy god: a frog, that's it! froggy is non-verbal, but it's said they like to bring luck to other people. frog does not shapeshift (they can, hey just won't). they are mostly seen hanging out with other frogs or along with our next creature on the wall- moth.

moth: a giant, GIANT, moth. they also do not speak! but it seems they are the oldest creature from the wall, at least that's what everyone thinks. Moth rarely visit other realities, but when they do- they don't bother to shapeshift, they just fly around in the sky. it's a breathtaking sight!

Tigrinho: Fluff's best friend (almost sibling), born at the same time as fluff! you can call him just tiger, in portuguese, it means ''little tiger''. Tigrinho is a mix of different breeds of ''big cats''. Tiger is very, VERY kind, too kind for their own good. Tiger prefers to spend more time on the reality he and fluff first visited, and he works to build his own life there- but takes on adventures with fluff sometimes. he struggles to shapeshift, so he doesn't do it as much.

Dusk: dusk is very interesting, he constantly changes forms but not because he likes it, but because he cant decide exactly what he want's to look like. but it's always a variation of a dark colored creature, sometimes brown, and always, ALWAYS with black eyes with red pupils, and sharp teeth. Dusk is grumpy, not as nice as the others. he thinks fluff decisions are risky and irresponsable, but never bothers them too much about it, he just doesn't approve any of it

he has a deep voice and is constantly growling, he's usually very serious, he travels and tries his best to understand this whole ''wall'' thing. Dusk didn't use to have a name, but fluff named him without him wanting to anyways (He ended up liking his name..). He likes being scary for fun, sort of like being a villain, even if there's not really a reason for him to be evil. Fluff plays along, just to make him happy

explaining things on this doodle:

fluff once found a reality that was completely empty.. they claimed it as their room, bringing stuff (cough, stealing cough) to make it comfy, also, they bring things from their fav realities, making a little collection! (a rule about the wall: for some reason fluff is allowed to take only 1 item inside the wall for each reality, if they take more than one item, it disappears)

fluff chose to be able to digest food, they dont need to, but they like food so- yep

fluff found out during an accident that, no other living thing can go in the wall, (only the ones who were born within it) to say it simply- they die, and i say any that has some sort of intelligence- meaning sometimes not even robots make it through! fluff doesnt understand completely how it works, but the way they found out was- hm, very sad