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[terra-tortoise]

a quick rough doodle of my newest lady, crone (#82241281). doing a gaoler kingdomlocke and she's the first royal/overseer!

[bovineblogger]

hi! i’m working on some worldbuilding and i wanted to create a kind of megafauna domesticated bovine, somewhere between a moose, a yak, and a bison, plus some bear for fun. wondering if you and all your cow wisdom had some tips or details to include. love ur pics of domestic yaks

this ask made me genuinely start shaking. give . give me a day and . actually no i can write up a real real real quick thing real quick hold on.

1. aurochs

our beloved ancient cattle!!! they used to be huuuuuuuuge and i love and miss them so much. they Definitely fit the moose+bison+yak+bear mold, and bc a lot of the representations of them vary u have heaps of wiggle room via designs!!!

2 gaur!

gaur are HUUUUGGEEE theyre the biggest living bovine iirc!! and their ears r very big and round like a bears...

tho unfortunately the gaur arent domesticated, they do have a domesticated cousin called the gayal!!!! but they look a little more 'normal' ig eifjsjsdjf i prefer the gaur

gayal^

3. long horned bison

another beautiful bovine that isnt arnd anymore..:( the long horned bison is the biggest bovine to exist !! im pretty sure!! and their horns were like... the length of my body gjdjfjndjfjd but theyre big big big and fluffy like a bear...

i hope this helps!!!!!!!! this was so fun to write

[lauralot89]

You know what it's time for?

WEIRD SHARKS THAT'S WHAT IT'S TIME FOR

(IDs are in the image descriptions)

Pocket Shark

Pocket sharks are named for two small pocket glands appearing behind their pectoral fins. These glands are theorized to be luminous. Pocket sharks look like tiny, tiny sperm whales.

Angular Roughshark

Also called the pig-faced shark or the pig fish, angular roughsharks grow to be about 3 feet 4 in long on average. I personally think they're more bat-faced.

Goblin Shark

Found in the deep sea, goblin sharks are known for being able to extend their jaws like a grabber tool made of teeth. Wikipedia says that these sharks' "flabby bodies" suggest that they are sluggish in nature.

Cookiecutter Shark

The cookiecutter shark only grows to about 20 inches in length, but that doesn't stop it from biting into orcas, great whites, or humans. It suctions onto its meal with its lips and then goes to town. It removes perfect circles of flesh, hence its name.

Wobeggong Shark

Wobeggong refers to twelve species of carpet shark, so-named for their resemblance to a shag rug. They dwell on the bottom of the sea floor and wait for smaller fish to swim nearby.

Swell Shark

Swell sharks like to hide in crevices of algae-covered rocks, waiting for prey to swim by. They are so named not because they're really swell (though they are) but because as a defense mechanism, they can swell up to double their size by swallowing sea water.

Greenland Shark

The Greenland shark has high concentrations of urea in its body. It is theorized to have a lifespan of 250 to 500 years, and it can grow up to 23 feet long. Greenland sharks have been found with moose and reindeer in their stomachs. Because of the shark's toxic levels of urea, its flesh must be fermented or otherwise treated before consumption.

Viper Dogfish

Like the goblin shark, the viper dogfish's jaws can protude from the rest of its head, though its coloring means the viper dogfish looks significantly more Xenomorphish when doing so. This small shark is a member of the lanternshark family, and its underside glows.

Pointy-Nosed Blue Chimaera

Also know as the abyssal ghostshark, this deep sea shark has a venomous spine on its dorsal fin used for defense.

Genie's Dogfish Shark

Genie's dogfish shark is a small species found in the gulf of Mexico and the west Atlantic Ocean. It has real life anime eyes.

Ninja Lanternshark

The ninja lanternshark is a small bioluminescent shark. It is all black except for white markings around its eyes and mouth. It reaches about a foot and a half in length.

Frilled Shark

The frilled shark is sometimes called a living fossil, as it is basically unchanged in the past 80 million years. They are named for their teeth, which each have three points.

Epaulette Shark

Epaulette sharks are named for the large spots behind their pectoral fins. These sharks frequently visit tidal pools and have adapted to long periods of oxygen deprivation by shutting down non-essential neural functions. Epaulette sharks often "walk" with their fins on the sea floor rather than swim.

Horn Shark

Similar to the epaulette sharks, horn sharks like to walk on the sea floor with their fins. However, these sharks have sharp spines to deter predators.

This Ridiculousness

A prehistoric shark, helicoprion lived 20 million years ago and was apparently part buzzsaw. A fossil unearthed in Idaho in 2014 showed that these sharks had no teeth in their upper jaw, and a whorl of teeth in their lower jaw. It's a shame Junji Ito wasn't introduced to this shark during the writing of Uzumaki.

[asexualsinner]

Ghoul Hair Headcanons

This wouldn't leave my brain until I put it out into the world

Dewdrop/Sodo

Pin straight corn blonde that goes to his mid back

Very thin

Dry and damaged from his fire transition (Cumulus bullies him into letting her put oils and serums in it to help. He won't admit that he likes it)

Will wash his hair everyday/every time he takes a shower. This is sometimes multiple times a day. (Cumulus and Rain cry in despair)

Cowlick at the front part. Annoys the shit out of him when it dries funny

Let's his hair air dry after a shower

His hair used to be normally oily pre fire transition from the ministry's lake but noticed that if he swims for long periods of time his hair will be greasy and gross

Leaves hair EVERYWHERE. In the shower, on the furniture, clothes, you.

Uses everyone else's shampoo and conditioner bc he's too lazy to get his own

Will wear it up in a spider clip when practicing

Doesn't like people touching it, will let the other ghouls braid/style it on occasions or if they give him their best puppy dog eyes long enough

Somehow manages to not have bed head. Wakes up and his hair is fine. The pack considers this the 8th wonder of the world

Gets annoyed when his hair gets caught in his mask/balaclava bc he was too lazy to either tie it up himself or let one of the others do it for him preshow

Rain

Wavy hair that curls up just under his ears, blackish almost dark blue in certain light

Hair defies logic, will curl/wave in patterns that don't make sense

Uses 837+ products in it to make it glossy and soft after swimming (screams internally after Dew leaves barely a squirt of shampoo left in the shower and doesn't replace it)

Sleeps with a silk pillowcase

Will pin his hair back with pearl barrettes that papa gifted him

BEDHEAD. The WORST BEDHEAD out of all the ghouls. Wakes up looking like he lost a fight with a moose

Will let anyone run their fingers through it/brush it/style it. He will make you wash your hands beforehand though

Dries it using a cotton T-shirt. Usually the one he was wearing pre-shower

Washes his hair every 3-5 days

Mountain

Brown 3b curly mullet/Mohawk

Shaves the sides bc he finds the hair tickling his ears and horns annoying

Usually has leaves or flowers caught in his hair

Bangs cover his eyes

Cowlick at the crown of his head

Oil? Seums? Who is she, bc Mountain has never heard of her

His horns make headbands impossible so he will use bobby pins to keep his bangs out of the way while in the greenhouse or practicing

Bobby pins are everywhere. In the greenhouse, the practice room, living room, kitchen, EVERYWHERE

Consequently knows how to lockpick doors with said Bobby pins. No he will not tell you how he knows how to do this

Wraps his hair in silk handkerchiefs to sleep

Will wash his hair once a week if he remembers

Shakes his hair out like a dog to dry unless one of the others corner him with the Dyson hair dryer. (He won't admit that he hates the sound it makes)

Will throw in leave in conditioner overnight

Let's Phantom and Aurora put in cute clips that he forgets about

Once showed up to practice with a head full of colorful butterfly clips bc he forgot about them. Copia didn't say anything, wanted to see how long it would take Mount to notice while head banging. He didn't notice the entire practice until one flew off and hit his drum set

Swiss

Dark brownish black locs, sometimes will braid in colors if he's feeling like it. Mostly dark colors like burgundy or purple. Has been convinced to do gold before tours by the others

JEWELRY!!! LOTS of metal rings, cuffs and jewels. Loves being the shiniest thing in the room

Has as many if not more hair care products than Rain. Takes care to make sure his hair doesn't get damaged and is healthy

Sleeps with a silk bonnet to protect his hair

Has done fun style like space buns with his locs but will usually leave it down or in a top knot

Will wash it every 7-10 days or so unless it gets super dirty

Will take care of the rest of the packs hair, is the pack mom about it

Dew/Sodo frustrates the HELL out of him. What do you mean you don't use conditioner??

Will chew on the cuffs like a fidget toy

Takes great pride in his hair, will spend forever in the bathroom if you let him

If his hair isn't cooperating with him, that's it for the day you will not see him

Has injured himself/others while practicing from all the metal in his hair while headbanging/throwing himself around (was forced to wear a cone of shame during the rest of that practice)

Phantom/Aeon

Very wavy almost curly black hair with white streak on the left side

Hair thins out and curls around his shoulders with whispy bangs

Wolf cut girlie ✨

Soft and fluffy, loves to have his scalp scratched and hair played with. Will absolutely fall asleep while it's being done

Has tinted his hair with purple bc he likes the aesthetic

The others have found him in the bathroom at 3am with scissors bc he saw a trend on TikTok and wanted to try it (he was banned from scissors for 3 months)

Swiss cried when he saw it in the morning (what did you do??)

Forgets to wash his hair but is still better than Mountain about it

Washes every 5-7 days

Originally would use a towel to dry until he found the Dyson and now is a menace

Will chew on his hair until it's brought to his attention

Headbands, headbands, HEADBANDS! LOVES THEM.

Has demon horns ones, cat ear ones, regular ones, even those zig zag ones that hurt he doesn't care he loves them

Will use whatever's in the bathroom but prefers softer smelling products

Hates hairspray with a passion

Doesn't sleep with any special pillow cases, etc

Double cowlick where his bags sit and at the crown

Gets really REALLY bad knots at the base of his skull. Will cry when Swiss or Cumulus has to brush them out

Aether

Strawberry blonde short hair and shaved on the sides

Slicked back fade, likes the greaser look from the 50s

Do not touch this man's hair

Not only is it slicked back with 50lbs of product he will also bite you

Has sideburns

Somehow still uses 3-in-1 despite being picky about how his hair looks

Will sing into the hair dryer while using it

Hair is dry, not damaged but definitely not hydrated/healthy enough

Doesn't wear any accessories except for a beanie in the winter

Looks like a peacock in the morning, hair is just everywhere. Sticks up in every direction when he wakes up

Washes it everyday due to the product he puts in it

Fell asleep on the tour bus once and there was a grease spot left from his hair gel

Uses hair pomade that smells like vanilla and sandalwood

Goes through a jar of pomade every two days. The ministry's budget is crying, shaking in their boots bc of this ghouls usage of hair gel

Is a walking fire hazard from the gel

Cumulus

4b curl pattern, rocks the afro with bangs

Natural color is a dark reddish brown but dyes it fun colors like sky blue

Loves to tie it up with a cute designed handkerchief or bun, etc

Will accessorize with butterfly clips or spiral hair wyrms/Jewels

Washes it once a week but uses hair oils/serums daily

Bullies Dew/Sodo into letting her care for his hair

Is the go to for hair advice after Swiss

Uses a silk bonnet and silk pillowcase to sleep

Will use a cotton T-shirt to dry it/scrunch it and then finishes with the dyson

Second biggest hair shedder after Dew/Sodo

Will style it like Rosie the Riveter for practice

Doesn't like it when people touch her hair unless they ask first

Even then the answer may be no

Likes floral scented shampoo/conditioner

Aurora

Straight flat hair with choppy bags

THICCCC hair, goes to the bottom of her shoulder blades

Platinum blonde but dyed underneath

Enjoys the shocked gasps she gets when she pulls her hair up to show the rainbow underneath

Doesn't hold a curl for the life of her, she's tried

Usually keeps her hair down, will do a low ponytail for practice

Twin braids on sides framing her face

Likes playing with the others hair since hers doesn't hold different styles well

No cowlicks but her hair knots horrendously. After show care includes at least two other ghouls trying to help her unknot her hair from her balaclava

Washes it once a week,prefers cinnamon scented soaps

Super greasy if she uses too much product

Is in love with the Dyson hair dryer, fights with Aether on who gets to use it as a mic

Cirrus

Thin, straight dark black hair to her mid back

Twinning with Dew/Sodo except she takes care of her hair ✨

Shorted whispy hair framing her face

Her hair looks blue in certain light, almost like an oil slick

Split ends? Couldn't be her

Favorite shampoo scent is mint

Will spend hours combing her hair

Prefers combs over brushes

Doesn't get bad bed head but her hair is super static-y.

Will wear twin braids when practicing or pin the braids to her head with clips

Hair always looks super elegant

Like Aurora her hair can't hold a curl

Doesn't use anything special to sleep with

Will wash every 3-5 days

Uses serums as needed but her hair is super hydrated

Very soft

Prefers not to be touched but will allow certain ghouls to braid it if asked

Is the one who bought the Dyson hair dryer, is super amused by everyone's feral reactions to it.

[acidakerizo-47]

Dib cowlick has grown back!! But uts 3 times the size as before! How would zim react to that?

Dib just felt finally relaxed and proud of his grown back cowlick like a moose proud of his new horns... but...

Zim's reaction:

[ranticore]

selected pages from Shapeshifter Problems, a small exploration of old old concept art & thoughts on shapeshifter tropes (specifically the question of the 'true form') i posted to patreon earlier this year. there's a bunch more haha. here's some OLD art and bg process for writing said the black horse. I don't like my old art but looking back at it I'm really happy how I've developed since, I used to make everything too sharp, straight-sided, or skinny. I had to make a conscious effort to change that and now it's so much better.

image transcriptions under the cut (just the text sorry)

Image 1: "These are more of those older designs - the horns were a deliberate play into devil imagery on Puck's part while giving Félix this form (all to cause more torment of course) but again I couldn't vibe with it. Such clear statements of intent didn't work for me.

The scars remain canon but not quite so stark, more a difference in texture (again, moving away from visual details). His forehead scar is ALWAYS there."

Image 2: "Félix. These are really old - from 2019-2020. They're the first attempts at Félix's horse form. At the time I was leaning into some goat-like attributes. I liked the idea of something that looked like an emaciated amalgam of many familiar creatures but if you look closer, it actually doesn't look like any animal at all. The original body shape and proportions were inspired by moose. I didn't know how to draw convincing horse shapes which is why he had these hands and claws for so long. I still draw the little flower wheel pattern on his sides sometimes... a secret just for me. His belly fur, squared off ear shape, and beard are still defining characteristics"

Image 3: "More old art from 2020. Bottom left is my first ever painting on my iPad using Procreate. I still prefer SAI for creature drawings, or at least the original sketches underpinning a lot of my art. Below on the bottom was my attempt at a scarier form for the character but I ultimately decided that it ran contrary to the atmosphere I was trying to create. Top left is my first 'real' horse painting and it includes the tail shape which has not ever changed, and feathers, which I nixed because I wanted to learn how to draw the feet and legs properly and not rely on covering them up with flowing hair (my favourite thing to draw)"

Image 4: "Like the black horse designs, these humanoid designs for Félix (circa 2019 - OLD art!) started very complex and simplified over time. I decided to avoid visual complexity, but made the mistake of solidifying specific 'rules' for how the Púca servants' bodies work, and I deeply regret this. Because I wrote Said the Black Horse in 2021, I was still operating under the old mindset and that caused it to become somewhat established canon.

In his original iteration his tattoos represented magical contracts between him and various faeries, so they were supposed to be always visible as a reminder of that contract.

<- a really early furry version, I was playing with the eye on the neck as a design feature. Ultimately I feel that although it looks cool, the medium he exists in is proser. So I needed to move away from visually complex designs and towards designs which were interesting to different senses instead."

Image 5: "As time went on the design simplified. I enjoyed making fun textures using procreate brushes. These designs lack his forehead scar but do include his impalement scar. If you've seen my Hanged Man card you'll know how he got that one. But when I made the charts like this about how his body 'worked' in 2020, again I ran into the same issue I always do when writing about faeries... the more I explain it, the most 'logic' and 'science' goes into it, the less it feels like a faery story to me. Overexplaining is anathema to the faeries of Inver. so even though I like these design notes they just don't fit in this setting."

[idunnowhattowriteheretbh]

Don't mind me randomly appearing in here, anyway-

Say hello to Alt22 "Horns"! :D

(NAUR WHY THE PIC LOOKS WEIRD TUMBLR WHY- also ignore the fact I don't know how to draw paws-)

@blackkatdraws @blackkatdraws2

He's an oc I created some time ago but I finnaly drew him a ref sheet for this thingy so here he is :]

Alr now I'm going to try and use my 3 braincells to talk about em--

Was heavily inspired by deer

Because deer cool but also kinda scary- Horns is able to sound like moose/deer/elk/reindeer which can sound scary on it's own skksksk

(yes I chose multiple cuz I'm indecisive)

Other than being able to make those sounds he also can growl, whine, roar and other noises

Behaves sorta like a Husky aka he's a drama queen and he also screams in Husky style

I don't think there's much to say to this and prob going to draw something to explain his drama queen personality lmao

And also a fun fact: he isn't behaving like a drama queen around most people

Black's child/guard dog

Even though Horns is a dumbass they're surprisingly smart

Believe it or not this fluffy bastard is able to use his brain and is quite intelligent for how dumb he can be /lh

For example: Horns gets stuck in walls because of his antlers way too often skksksk

Can be really fast so don't try to run away from them, they're going to catch you anyway

Long legs ✨️

The fur can harden as a protection if threatened, it then work like an armour

Horns can make his fur harden anytime he wants to but this ability would be used when someone would; attack him, he would get startled or when he wants to look more threatening

Aka turn into a pufferfish /silly

Uses the voice copying power to hunt most of the time, like screams, calls for help, etc..

Even though he probably doesn't look like it he likes to lure intruders with his voice copy power thingy.

Basically if someone gets into the dungeon and Horns is around, he is going to hide and lure the person closer to him. Then when he has the chance he attacks and if unsuccessful he chases them down and he's a fast boi.

Or he just straight up attacks the person if there isn't any hiding spot/the person doesn't get tricked by the calls he makes.

Also for the hunting he closes almost all eyes other than his two main eyes on head, and when he's hunting he's quiet and that happens rarely when you consider that he's screaming most of the time skskksks

Only some can touch him

Likes to follow around Stanley for some reason when he can

Horns definitely tried to eat Stanley before and got scolded by Black lmao

Crystal parts of the body

His tusks, claws and visible ribs are made from Black's crystals

Eyes on the body

The eyes allows Horns to see from all angles and it helps them to hunt down someone if they didn't hear anything and they can hear a lot of sounds so good luck on trying to sneak around em

Aaand that's all I can think of saying about Horns lmao

Now tags speedrun time-

[exocynraku]

OK!!! here they are >:3 mushroom the leafwing, ringlet the silkwing and tiger beetle the hivewing! headcanon time! leafwings: over the many many years, the majority of them have lost their eyesight. they instead use sounds and scent to get around. they usually have around five scent glands (inspired by muntjac deer) along their snouts and around their eyes. the area around their eyes and their chests are fleshy. they have two root like tendrils coming off of the end out their snouts. they have many, many horns which are tipped with leaf like shapes. they used to be many many different shades of all sorts of colours, but because of their need to hide over the years theyve dulled down to more green and browns. if you look at their scales up close, VERY close, each singular scale has the branch like pattern of a leaf. the spine/spines on their backs are spaced out, and their frills (?) are ALWAYS v shaped. they can range from being the size of a fox to the size of a bear. silkwings: this tribe has evolved the most out of them all. because the hivewings have been protecting them for so long, they haven't faced many dangers, which has caused them to lose the majority of their defensive scales. instead, they've grown long, thin and silky antennae all over their bodies. it looks like fur, but it is infact just thousands and millions of antennae. because its not fur, the silkwings can control the way their "fur" moves. their "fur" usually moves and acts alongside their emotions, spiking up and moving quicker when angry, moving down and flowy when sad or calm, etc etc etc. they've grown feline/canine-like ears and muzzles. their eyes are giant, taking up the majority of their face. they usually have around 2-4 separate, working pupils that they can control, being able to see all the way around except for directly behind them. they also have whiskers & long eyelashes, and are usually similar in size for most of their life. they are about the size of a cougar. albino silkwings are rare, but more common than albino dragons of other tribes. melanistic silkwings do not exist hivewings: they're the most actually dragon like out of the three tribes. they have spikes all over their body, which are usually darker. each set of spikes/scales is separated by a very thin gap. they have two feelers (?) on the front of their snouts. a small gap of flesh sits inbetween their eyebrow and eye. their eyes are almost pure black, and they can see all the way around except up. their scales consist of many colours all at the same time. their colour range from red to green, and can be very dull (almost grey) to as bright as the sun. their heads and bodies are very big and thick while their feet and tails are smaller and thinner. their snouts are very big and thick. the patterns they have on their scales are usually very sharp and bold. their size varies a bit. they can range from being the size of a cougar to the size of a moose. melanistic hivewings are very common, at least one occurring about every ten years. albino hivewings can also appear, but it is horrendously rare i hope u guys like these concepts tee hee :) feel free to use them for urself if you do really like them!

[haradasaya]

The Swan Princess (Chapter 3)

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The Swan Princess, a Redacted Audio retelling of Swan Lake CW: Fem!Lovely, Fem!ListenerCharacter

Vincent and Sam took their time to re-equip their horses before heading off into the woods, bows slung over one shoulder, and a quiver of silver tipped arrows over the other. These woods were known for being home to all kinds of creatures—mystical and common alike. There had been plenty of times the trio of friends had gone racing after an elk, or a moose, sure that they could take the beast down if they worked together. 

There were also many times that Sam had needed to practice his healing magic to stop potentially fatal wounds from killing the prince or princess after said adventures. By the time they’d all grown older, it had become much easier for the three of them to actually hunt cohesively, as more of a team than as three self-proclaimed invincible children. Those had been the days too—those long weekends spent camping underneath a blanket of stars. It was hard not to be nostalgic while hunting within the same woods. Especially since neither of them had been back since Lovely’s death.

“It seems nothing wants to risk its hide today.” Sam said, glancing around the woods once more for a sign of brown fur or bright feathers. They’d seen several small squirrels or bluebirds within the trees, but nothing larger—certainly nothing worth their arrows. 

“I know we used to hunt here often, but I didn’t think we’d run the place dry.” Vincent scoffed.

“Yeah. Been more than a year since we been back. You’d think something would be running around here by now; even a baby somethin’.”

Vincent nodded once, inhaling deep in an attempt to calm his nerves. “You don’t think there’s something else out there, do you?”

Sam chuckled. “What, like the bear we couldn’t take down on your birthday that one year?”

Vincent smiled back. “Who knows, maybe it remembered us, and is getting revenge by chasing away all the animals?”

Sam paused, sliding off the saddle of his horse. “I think if that bear wanted revenge, it wouldn’t protect the other creatures o’ the forest; it’d just come after us.”

Vincent followed suit, sliding off the saddle and gripping the reins in his hand. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

The two walked through the brush for a short while, hoping that their weight off the horses’ backs wouldn’t make their breathing so heavy, and some animals would feel safe enough to come out. Before they knew it, they found themselves at the slope of the deep valley said to hold mystical creatures never before seen by human eyes. Neither spoke the words, but one look between them said they’d be willing to take their chances with a mystical beast should they encounter one, rather than coming up empty in the woods they’d already rode through.

The horses were skittish at first, not too keen on taking the trip down the inclined path. It wasn’t incredibly steep—for a human, anyway, but after a few unsuccessful attempts to goad the horses down the hill, the boys retraced their steps, and tied them up on a tree branch easily visible from the slope. 

Vincent went first, eager to see what kind of mythical creatures lived within the forest of fable; hoping there were things like deer with huge horns and giant hooves, or fowl the size of an ox. Sam only laughed at the wild imagination of his friend, offering instead things like fae, five-tailed foxes, or even a unicorn.

“We won’t be shootin’ a unicorn, even if we see one. Don’t get too excited.”

Vincent offered a small, fake pout. “Well fine, I don’t want to take home a kill either then.”

Sam playfully hit his friend on the shoulder, sending the boy stumbling for his footing when they heard a ruffling of feathers only a few paces away. They had found themselves close to the shore of a marvelous lake, one that shone the reflected light of the setting sun. Vincent did his best to stand back up as quietly as he could, afraid even a snapped twig would scare off the creature.

Sam stood behind him as they both peeked out from behind the large tree where they had found themselves.

“It’s a swan!” Vincent whispered, the enthusiasm clearly evident in his tone. 

“Look at how beautiful it is.” Sam commented, mesmerized by the sight. “Those feathers—they’re almost… glowing.”

The two boys looked on, before Vincent pulled an arrow from his quiver, notching it into place on the bowstring. Sam gripped his hand, stopping him from taking aim.

“Wait. Something feels wrong about this.”

Vincent scoffed at his friend. “I don’t know about you, Sammy, but I want a kill to take home to my father, so that he at least doesn’t think I’m a failure of a hunter before he chops off my head for running away again. I’m getting the damn bird.”

Sam tried to catch Vincent’s eye, but the prince was honed in on his potential prize. 

“Besides… that sun is steadily dropping. If I don’t go after it now, I’ll miss my chance entirely.”

Sam still didn’t like the idea, a strange presence washing over him as he stood there, watching the bird float quietly along the surface of the water. “Alright Vince. Just make it quick. I’m getting a feeling like we shouldn’t be here.”

Vincent drew back his bow, the metal arms creaking with the stretching of the bowstring. “Don’t worry Sammy, we’ll be outta here right—”

He steadied his aim, slowly releasing his breath from his lungs as he tightened his diaphragm, strengthening his core, and with a simple flick of his fingers, fired the arrow…

…wide. It hit the water with a hard twick! sound, scaring the poor bird from its comfortable position on the lake, before flapping feathery wings and taking off in the other direction.

“—now.”

Sam laughed at how bad the shot had been. “I thought she trained you better than that.”

Vincent only huffed again, grabbing another arrow and notching it before starting after the swan. “Not all of us can have perfect shots like her!” He called out as he raced off after it, Sam following shortly behind. The golden rays of the sun cascaded down through the trees, bathing the world in either radiant light or stark shadow. The swan ducked in and out of his sight, flying behind the trees but remaining close to the shore of the great lake before them. Vincent fired off arrow after arrow, hoping to hit it in flight, but his aim hadn’t improved in the slightest. Sam was still hesitant to fire his bow, unsure why he felt so uneasy about attacking the poor creature.

Eventually, the swan dove into a patch of cattails and sedges, evading the men’s sight.

“Damnit!” Vincent huffed, hurriedly scanning the plants for any sign of those marvelous white feathers. “Where’d the damn thing go?”

Sam huffed, trying to catch his breath from all the running they’d done. This section of the lake was cut off by an inland patch of land that seemed to wind between the plants, while the shore of the lake continued in the same direction from where they had just come. Hiding well enough in the sedges, the swan could have gone either direction completely unnoticed.

“Okay, okay wait. I can see that his little patch of land goes almost completely around this section. I’ll head this way, and you stay along the shore, see if we can’t find it. If you see anything, let me know, alright?”

Sam huffed a few more times, before sucking in a large gulp of air. “You got it, captain.”

Vincent turned away from his friend, convinced he’d be able to find the bird before the last of the sun disappeared beyond the rising valley walls above them. On this side of the lake, opposite to where the sun was setting, were the few remaining rays of sunlight. From his position, Vincent could see the slope where they’d entered the valley, and their horses were tiny specks of color against the green and brown treeline. He hadn’t expected to have gone so far away from his horse, but he was close now, and wouldn’t leave without his trophy.

He sunk low into a crouch, hoping that the lower angle would help him to see through the tall brush.

In the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of white, and then it vanished. He paced forward, crawling as silently as he could manage… until the swan came back into his sights. It had moved towards the outward edge of the plants, and was headed for the center of the lake. His arrow was already notched into his bowstring, and as silently as he was able, pulled the bow taut in his hands. He watched it move for a few silent moments, noting its odd behavior as it seemed to look around for any more signs of danger. 

What an odd thing for an animal to do, he thought. By this time, almost the entire valley was bathed in shadow, and the creature, thinking itself safe, pressed out of the grass. Vincent wouldn’t have a clearer shot than he did right now. His sights were honed into the backside of the bird, and with a single arrow, he could have his prize.

It was then that the rest of the sunlight lifted off the lake to his right, and a slow, whirring whisper filled the air. Before his very eyes, a smoke of red and black and blue whirled in the air around the swan, and he stood up from his squat as he watched this dark magic change the form of the animal right before his very eyes. He couldn’t help his mouth falling open as the figure that emerged from the mist slowly became more and more familiar.

The frill at the bottom of the dress in this purple color that Vincent knew, above that a similar set of frills in white and lilac, leading up to a cinched waist in creme and purple. He knew that dress. It was the same dress that he’d marveled at the craftsmanship of while on his love the day she was set to return to her own kingdom for the summer—the dress she had worn the day of her accident. His eyes wandered further upward, toward the long golden chain on her neck, a small glowing stone on the end; and finally upon the face of the woman who had moments ago been a magnificent swan.

The woman’s eyes remained closed for a moment while the rest of the magic faded away, but when she opened her eyes, Vincent and her gazes’ locked, and the whole world went silent.

“...Lovely?”

The girl’s eyes went wide, and she opened her mouth to speak…

…and promptly fell into the deep water beneath her.

Vincent’s brain took another second to register what had happened, but when he realized that Lovely was literally drowning in the lake, he immediately took off into the water after her. When he finally couldn’t touch the ground beneath his feet, he swam as fast as he could out to her flailing form. 

The instant his hand gripped her arm, he knew that it was her. Lovely was a lot of things, but a strong swimmer was not one of them. Wearing such a large dress wouldn’t have made it any easier, either, but Vincent still pulled her towards the shore with all his might.

Eventually, he was able to touch ground again, and he gave a final, mighty pull towards himself, where he was finally able to see the face of the girl that he loved before him; hair plastered to her face, devoid of any of her traditional makeup, but still beautiful all the same.

“Lovely, is that really you?” He asked as he pulled her into his chest, still walking backwards towards the shore as he did so.

The girl couldn’t look him in the face, instead pressing her forehead to her fists, pressed against his chest, heaving with every step that he took. Was she alright? Why couldn’t she look at him? Vincent hadn’t been wrong, could he? This was his Lovely? He had seen her face and dress so clearly, it had to be her.

So why was she hiding her face? Vincent finally sloshed his way into a shallow yet somewhat flat area, where he was able to set Lovely down, hoping that he’d be able to get a good look at her face. She continued to hide her face from him, turning and facing back out towards the water the first moment that she was able.

Vincent stood speechless, arms outstretched in question and shock. “Lovely?”

The girl let her hands slowly fall to her sides, still facing away. She took a few deep breaths, seeming to calm her heart as she turned, slowly, towards Vincent, who was only a few paces away.

Her hand was gripping the amulet that he’d gifted her—the one that had glowed when she’d… transformed. Everything was still so confusing, so alarming. How was she here? How was he here? The words wouldn’t come, not for the longest time.

“Hello, Vincent.”

Those two words were all that he needed to hear before the world came crashing down around him. It was her, she was here, she was ALIVE! Before he knew it, tears had overflowed from his eyes, and he began to sob, body wracked with all of the emotions he hadn’t let himself feel for a year—and then on top of it all, that none of it had been true at all! She was alive!

When he finally gained enough breath to speak, his words were still wet and mumbled but he managed to ask, “How is this possible? Is it–is it really you?”

Lovely smiled, that beautiful smile that he loved so much. “It’s me, I’m… I’m here.”

He hiccuped again, still in complete disbelief, before opening his arms and closing the distance between them, her meeting him in the middle. 

Well, almost the middle. Lovely came at the poor boy with so much force that she ended up knocking him backward into the water below, her arms wrapped snugly around his neck to keep them pressed chest to chest against the other. When Vincent sat up, and after he’d shaken the water from his hair and his eyes, his gaze met her loving one, and passion and habit overtook his limbs. He pulled her into his arms quicker than she could take in a breath, laughing at the tightness and the suddenness and the simpleness of it all around them.

Vincent breathed in the scent of her skin just above her neckline, right in the crook of her neck where he’d liked to lay his head all that time ago. Lovely pressed her face into the space between his chin and his jaw, places that she’d peppered kisses all those times in the small moments when they’d snuck away for time alone. She was still his flower, duty before passion, as they’d both said all those times.

Now felt so far away and yet so close to those moments. It was so incredibly intimate that neither wanted to let go. Vincent couldn’t stop his tears. Lovely couldn’t contain her joy.

“I thought I’d never see you again.” He whispered against her skin, pressing a soft kiss to the freckle over he shoulder, the one he’d kissed so many times before. “I thought I’d lost you.”

Lovely finally pulled back, enough to see his face, to hold his cheeks beneath her hands and whisper her reply. “I never gave up hope that you’d come find me.”

Vincent smiled through his tears, taking a hold of the back of her head and pulling her in, pressing his lips firmly against hers. This was his validation of reality. This worked better than a pinch to his ribs, better than a whack to the back of his head to prove this was happening. He kissed her with the passion of a dying man, one given the chance at a second life inside the embrace of his love. He withdrew for a breath, but returned instantly, missing her for even the half a second he’d spent apart. He chuckled at the sensation of her breath against his nose, feeling how soft it was, even after all this time—just as he remembered. Oh how he’d missed the feeling of her lips against his, missed the passion that danced between them when their bodies were pressed together like this. Oh how he’d missed Lovely. His best friend. His Queen.

When the two finally pulled away, Lovely couldn’t stop smiling. Vincent, the love-stuck fool that he was, couldn’t either. He stood, offering his hand to get her out of the chilling water. By now, the sun had set even over the distant mountains beyond this valley, and though the air was warm from the hot summer day, being completely drenched did nothing to help the chill that rolled over their skin as they exited the water.

“Lovely, I still can’t believe that it’s you. You–you must tell me everything,” He demanded, gripping her hands in his own, “how did you end up here? How did you do that thing with the magic and the smoke and the… turning into a swan? Why have you–”

Lovely pressed a finger over his lips to silence him. “In due time, my love. I will answer all of your questions.” Her face fell dark, the smile slipping slowly from her lips. “But there is a danger here. I must ensure that tonight is not a night that he will appear. He’ll kill you if he sees you here with me–”

Vincent blinked many times in a row, trying to comprehend all that she was saying. “Wait, if who appears? Lovely, what are you talking about?”

The princess quickly scanned the surrounding area, eyes darting quickly between trees and over the lake and even beyond that into the distance as much as could be seen. Vincent still didn’t understand what she meant, but it slowly became clearer the longer she went about scanning her surroundings. “Lovely, who did this to you?”

She looked into his eyes, pleading with him to simply obey her wish. “Please, we must make sure it’s safe first.”

When he tried to protest, she shook her head, stopping his words. “Soon, my love. I promise, soon.”

Vincent wasn’t happy to agree, but he did, taking her outstretched hand and following her through the treeline just past the end of the beach, until they were at a place on the complete opposite side of the lake from where he’d entered from—if he remembered right, anyway. She took him to the little hovel carved into the hill and a tree trunk that she’d come to call home for the past year. It wasn’t much, and to be honest she was ashamed to show him the dismal place she’d been forced to stay, but she also wouldn’t hide anything from him. And besides, things were going to get better. Her prince had come for her—he’d come to save her, just like princes always did. She was going to be okay.

She sat him down, cross-legged on the ground within the safety of her hovel, and took his hands in hers, studying his face after so long apart. She vowed to never forget a single detail from today onward. “So, my love. What do you want to know first?”

[d33zn33tz]

My WTTT / WTTSH headcanons because I'm mentally ill...

Florida is part alligator. Not a lot, only a small percentage, but still. He's got small patches of scales on places like his ribs, his hips, shoulders, shoulder blades, and his tail bone (haha). His teeth are also sharper than normal, but not noticeably so.

New York is a trans guy. That's it. He's a trans guy. <3

California has BPD. This is just me projecting, but whatever. His fear of abandonment is made worse by the fact literally nobody likes him. But that's fine, because I like him. He's my babygirl <3

Texas loves teaching people about cowboy hat etiquette, but he's talked about it so much that nobody wants to hear about it anymore. He loves his cowboy hat and cowboy hat etiquette <3

Cal used to steal Texas's cowboy hat and wear it, and Texas flusters every single time. He doesn't know if Cal knows the rule or not, and he doesn't want to tell him.

(Cal absolutely knows the rule)

Florida also steals and wears Texas's cowboy hat. He makes it clear he knows the rule. Texas repeatedly rejects him because he thinks it's funny. No harm done.

California has little bear ears under his beanie!! They're adorable!! He's adorable!! I adore him!!! <3

Florida has a crush on Texas

Florida has a crush on Louisiana

Florida has a crush on California

Florida has a crush on Alaska

Florida has a crush on New York

Florida had a crush on Hawai'i. She rejected him and they both moved on.

Florida has an Alligator stuffed animal.

Alaska is part moose and has the little ears and horns under his hat! He's also got the tail! He's precious! And such a bitch! <3

Texas is short, but buff. It's one of the things Alaska makes fun of him one. He's the second biggest state (land-wise and muscle-wise) but he's SHORT! He's 5'6 and will kick anyone's ass.

Would it be cruel of me to make New York part rat...?

Fuck it, I'm doing it. New York is part rat. He's got the tiny ears, his eyes are red, he's got a tail, his nails are more like claws, etc etc.

SPEAKING OF EYES! CALIFORNIA'S EYES USED TO BE GOLD, BUT THEY'VE DIMMED AND ARE NOW A BROWN-GREEN!!

That's all I have for now. If y'all wanna add to this, feel free! :D

[stupittmoran]

HELL AND EARTH Oh, the dumb things people do in national parks—here’s a roundup of the classics: • Selfies with Bears: “Hey, can you get closer? I need the bear to look like it’s smiling.” Because nothing says “vacation memories” like a bear’s confused, hungry face inches from your own. • Petting the Bison: Some folks see a bison and think, “Wow, what a big, fuzzy cow.” Spoiler alert: it’s a 1,000-pound bulldozer with horns. Enjoy your new career as a human frisbee. • Feeding the Wildlife: Chipmunks and raccoons love Doritos, right? Well, they’ll also love ripping through your tent at 3 AM because they now think you’re a 24-hour snack bar. • Going Off-Trail: Who needs maps when you have “a good sense of direction”? You’ll have plenty of time to admire nature while trying to remember if you’ve seen that tree before… or ten times already. • Ignoring Warning Signs: “Beware: Hot Springs Are Boiling.” But, you know, some people just have to dip a toe in. Turns out, Mother Nature’s hot tub is set to scalding. • Cooking in the Tent: “Surely this little gas stove can’t attract bears, right?” Because nothing spices up a camping trip like waking up to a bear sniffing around your “midnight s’mores.” • Yelling at the Wildlife: As if a moose is going to back down because you told it, “Hey, buddy, move it!” It’s like arguing with a truck—only the truck has antlers and no sense of humor. It’s all fun and games until nature decides to give you a reality check.

From Hell On Earth Facebook Page.

[bluebell-love]

My AU!

So I'm working on and still developing this Smurfs AU. It doesn't have a name just yet, but let me explain it just a little :)

AU under the cut, this gets pretty long

So in this universe, Smurfs are averaging around 3-4 feet in height, and contain similar features to satyrs (half goat half man) and fauns (half deer half man, to my understanding) save for the fact that they have paws, not hooves

Example: Lettie (Smurfette)

• They might be seen riding deer, wolves, or moose (Except for Gutsy who, unsurprisingly, decided to ride a bear)

• There are Natural Sorcerers and Learned Sorcerers (often just being referred to as Sorcerers, as this is the norm. Natural Sorcerers are a little less common)

- Papa and Lettie are both Naturals

- Brainy is Learned (and rather jealous of Lettie but he keeps it as subtle as he can)

- Despite being a Natural, Lettie is still being taught by Papa how to control and manage her power. Since she is Manmade, and was created by a not-so-good Sorcerer, her magic can be a little unpredictable and risky

• Lettie's backstory is different!

- In the Canon Universe, she was created by Gargamel as an adult to lure in the males

- In my universe, she was created by Gargamel as a pup (like twelve-ish), to get adopted into the village, and using a spell that linked her soul to his, Gargamel could see through her eyes, seeing everything she saw, and hearing everything she heard. He did this to get information about where the village was, what kinds of defenses they had, what magic they had access to, ect.

- When pup!Lettie started having nightmares fuelled by guilt, she woke Papa up one night and confessed that she had been created by Gargamel, and explained everything. That's when Papa used a spell to break the link between Lettie and Gargamel, setting her free and giving her independence.

- Instead of being created from clay, she was molded from the shadows, and can still morph into this shadow beast with fangs and horns. This form of hers only ever comes out through genuine anger or fear though, and is rarely seen since she tends to be very happy and calm.

- Since they're both being taught by Papa, and thus spend a lot of time together, she and Brainy act the most like siblings

• Having grown up with the other Smurfs, many of them treat her like a sister, rather than a love interest

• Those from Smurf Village (the mens village) tend to dress in blues, purples, and whites and follow a general aesthetic that closely resembles how humans in the nearby kingdom dress. (Lettie, having also grown up in this village, follows this and tends to dress like the men)

• Those from The Grove (the womens village) dress more in non-restrictive, tough clothing that can handle a lot of wear. They tend to dress more like warriors, ready for anything.

• Though after the two villages came in contact and started mingling, these two fashions mixed and now it's not uncommon to see Smurfs from The Grove to sometimes dress like the Smurfs from Smurf Village, and vice versa.

• There are plenty other villages out there (ex. Indigo Creek, where my oc Lobelia is from) that Smurf Village and The Grove just lost contact with, and that's why they thought they were the only ones for a while. These other villages are on the other side of the kingdom and forest, and no body knows how they lost contact with Smurf Village and The Grove.

Gargamel Lore

(I accidentally pulled an Ice King with this one, I'm not even gonna lie)

100 years ago, he was a kind and normal man, with a wife he loved dearly. He was practicing to become a sorcerer to work for the King, to give himself and his wife a good life. Unfortunately, his wife fell ill, and no amount of medicine or magic was helping, so desperately, he turned to creatures of the forest for help.

This is where the Smurfs come in. These were smurfs, not from Smurf Village, but from a different village on the other side of the kingdom. When even they tried and failed to help her, and she passed, that's when something in Gargamel changed. He blamed the death of his wife on the smurfs, claiming they didn't try enough.

Desperate to bring her back, he dabbled in forbidden magic that started to consume him, change his heart, and make him evil. It changed him so much, he eventually forgot why he was searching for power to begin with, forgot about his wife, and forgot why he hated the Smurfs. All he knew was that he did hate them, and would stop at nothing to destroy them.

He moved to the other side of the kingdom, where Smurf Village is, and that's when his obsession with them started.

The kind spirit of his wife may or may not still roam the forest, peacefully

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That's it for now! I'll update occasionally as I continue to develop this :)

[impawsiblecat]

100 Days of Deathduo

Day 2- Alien Au: The meeting

Tw: major dehumanization, heavily implied unethical experimentation, implied ptsd, and non graphic injury descriptions. Please take care of yourself <3

When the ship shakes, Clover doesn’t pay attention to it. She realizes that something is happening of course, but it exists in a tiny part of her brain, pushed back behind thoughts of pain and hunger and thirst. She can’t focus on anything but continuing to breathe, even though her ribs ache with every inhale and her lungs with every exhale. It would be so much easier if she could sleep, try to ignore the pain, but her brain is too distracted with the pain to let her fall unconscious. 

    To be fair, even before, her brain had a difficult relationship with sleep.

    And so Clover breathes. In. And out. Ignore what is happening outside. Ignore the sounds of metal, distant voices of people, aliens, do aliens count as people if they aren’t humans? They are sentient, if the… architecture proves anything. Architecture, the spaceship she is on, futuristic and rudimentary, matching no style that Clover had seen on Earth, on home. 

    The reminder of home hurts more than the torn flesh from where the aliens had stolen  parts of her. Clover used to occasionally donate blood, back… before. She doubts she could see a needle without throwing up, now. 

    She winces when the doors to the room open. The containment cell room, filled with a few different creatures. Clover doesn’t recognize any of them. She doesn’t have to, to sympathize with them. Tiny creatures in even tinier cages, a moose like animal with its antler horns poking out of the bars. She tries to shift her leg in her own cell area and only succeeds in pulling on her wounds, her mouth opening in a silent cry. Its dangerous to be too loud here, especially with someone in the room now.

    Oh right. Someone is in the room. Clover breathes, and avoids eye contact with the creature. She had learned the hard way that some species considered it a form of aggression. Even as she tries to ignore it, she can hear the sounds of the other cages being opened. She allows herself to relax a little bit. They rarely take more than one creature at a time.

    She flinches when they deviate from their normal routine. The door to her cage swings open, and she freezes, trying to stay still, make herself small. She hears the creature make a noise. They sound different. Softer, more chittery. They don’t grab Clover roughly like they normally do. Clover would probably be confused if she wasn’t terrified out of her mind.

    She doesn’t bite when a hand, paw, some kind of appendage reaches out to her. She had, once upon a time. But now she is just tired. She doesn’t even show her flinch when it sticks a mechanism on her. This part, at least, is not strange. Its some kind of forcefield, bluetooth kind of thing, designed to lead her to different places without her being able to fight back. She doesn’t know how it works. She is too tired to care, at this point. She doesn’t even feel the shame that comes with being trapped and paraded around like an animal. She knows that is how the aliens see her anyways.

    Clover feels the familiar tug of the device, the one that means she has to move if she doesn’t want to get dragged along. She stumbles out of her cage, her legs barely strong enough to hold her weight. She doesn’t know if she is having trouble walking because of the muscle atrophy, her injuries, or malnutrition. 

    The alien is different. They are fuzzier, and if Clover had to describe them, she would compare them to an Earth rat, if the rat were the same size as her with light blue fur. If she tried hard enough, Clover could probably delude herself into believing that the chittering sound is friendly. She doesn’t do that. It would make it worse.

    Clover tries to walk. She tries her absolute hardest. Normally, the aliens at least let her have a few days to rest, or they sedate her instead of making her walk, but this is obviously different. Maybe she should care about the changes a little bit more. Clover can’t bring herself to. She can’t even bring herself to hold out her hands and catch herself when she goes stumbling to the floor.

    The rat person squeaks. Full on squeaks. They kneel down to where Clover is, and she instinctively tries to scoot away even though she really shouldn’t do that. She really, really shouldn’t do that, but now she has, and she waits for the backlash and freezes when the rat reaches through the forcefield for her.

    The rat doesn’t do anything to her. Or at least, nothing harmful, they just gently, so gently, help Clover stand up. And then they put a paw around Clover, chittering in the way they have been, helping support Clover’s weight. Perhaps a different person would have taken this opportunity to fight back, leave, escape. Clover leans on the rat alien instead and vows to ignore the strangeness.

    Clover isn’t surprised when she is led to another ship and put into another cell. She is surprised when she notices its big enough to stand up and walk around and lay down without touching the sides of it.

    Something has changed. Clover doesn’t know if it’s a good or a bad thing yet. And try as she might, she cannot help but feel a tiny spark of hope, no matter how much she tries to convince herself not to care. 

[bigb-enthusiast]

Just curious-

BigB isn't a human. There's no au, just an average fic/art you'd see of him.

What's your favorite hyrbid/non-human BigB's you've seen?

I make him a side species of Watcher but he still looks human and I'm wondering what others make him. (I'm asking you bc you're the enthusiast, you've seen hundreds of versions of him)

Out of bias i like when hes bird yk….

But i really enjoy when people make him a bug, bear, or a horned animal!! Horned cause yk ive seen sheep/ram but also bulls!!

Canine bigb IS canon but im still a HUGE sucker for werewolves/canine characters <3,,,

I love when bigb is being like made into a hybrid like others!! I say everyone SHOULD go wild, as the bigb enthusiast i think everyone shouldnt even Have sense with what they make him like how they make grian a bird cause he Acts like a parrot i just want them to go wild with what he is, make him a moose make him a mole IDC IDC BE CRAZY GO STUPID!! /silly

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

WTTT cryptid/animal hcs cuz I'm bored. Also these might make absolutely ZERO sense whatsoever, but thats fine.

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New York:

Ive decided that his cryptid/animal form is a blue jay/cat hybrid. Why? Idk tbh. We as a fandom have decided that he is a cat in human form, and the blue-jay is apparently one of the most common birds in NY (and theyre pretty as hell-). I dont really have a good reason lmao. He has the wings of a blue jay (along with some feathers around his back/neck/torso) and cat ears and tail (tho his tail has feathers on it that spread out to look like a blue jay's tailfeathers.) and claws. Also his eyes are gold and his pupils are slits :3. His claws come out of the base of his fingernails, almost like Wolverine's. His speed and agility is increased quite a bit, he can climb even better, amd hear things that he wouldn't normally be able to hear.

Louisiana:

The little voices in my head have all come together and decided that he's a gator/wolf hybrid. Wolf cuz ✨Rougarou✨ and gator cuz why tf not. He has wolf ears and tail, and gator scales on his back/neck/forearms, as well as a bit of his torso. His eyes are a bright yellow and he has slit pupils like an alligator. His teeth can very from being all sharp, or just his canines. His strength, speed, stamina, swimming and hearing/smell abilities all are increased.

Texas:

I just do what the little voices in my head tell me to. He's a deer/northern mockingbird hybrid (cuz deer are the most widespread large mammal in Texas and his state bird is the northern mockingbird). He has antlers and deer hooves and tail, as well as mockingbird wings. His hearing, speed, and jumping abilities are all increased. He's also very alert and gets scared very easily (easier than usual, and he hates it). He definitely headbutts Alaska and California and others that he's able to (some of the taller states).

Massachusetts:

To be completely honest, I haven't though too much, but I'm thinking maybe a raccoon or a chickadee. Raccoon cuz hehe funny, and chickadee cuz the black-capped chickadee is his state bird. This might be one I have to think about more tbh.

Gov:

He's an eagle, no questions asked. I mean- for God's sake he's the closest thing we have to full personification of America, so yes. He has large eagle wings and bright yellow eyes with slit pupils. His legs from the knee down can either be like eagle's legs/talons, or they can be normal, and he has talons instead of fingernails. He has feathers along his neck/back and a long the sides of his face. His speed and strength are both increased.

Alaska:

Again, the little voices are telling me that he's a polar bear/moose hybrid. Pretty much most of him is par bear, as in he has white fur on most of him, he has the claws, and white bear ears and tail and the tips of his hair are white. The moose part of him is literally just a pair of moose antlers. And his strength is heavily increased (not that that was necessary-). He has 100% headbutted Texas back and sent him for a trip.

California:

He is ✨grizzly bear✨. It just makes sense. He has the bear ears, tail, and claws. And fur along his back, torso, neck, forearms, and legs. Also he's like 10x stronger (again, not necessary :') he's already buff enough) and has definitely thrown Texas a few times.

Nevada:

Big horned sheep. He has ram horns, the legs of a ram, and a tail. And he definitely headbutts people. For funsies.

Colorado:

Basically the same as Nevada. Also he gets the munchies cuz he's high 24/7 and eats literally anything. Chair? Munch. Plastic? Munch. Rock? M u n c h.

Florida:

That's not even a question lmao. He's an alligator. He has the yellow eyes and slit pupils, alligator scales on his arms/back/legs/neck. And he's a lot stronger and can swim faster.

New Jersey:

He is a demon/devil hybrid, no questions asked. He has elf-like ears, devil horns/tail/wings, bright red eyes, sharp teeth, and black patches all over his body.

Rhode Island:

Hehe. He's a raccoon cuz i said so. And nobody is changing my damn mind. He has the floofy tail and ears and claws and teeth. He is angy short raccoon :3

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[kate-les-bridge-stewart]

OK my fellow milf lovers, I have an au for you all.

I call it the werewolf au (even tho there's more than just werewolves in it but whatever lol) Basically it's what it sounds like, everyone is some kind of folklore creature. Mind you this is incomplete and I'll be adding to it as time goes on.

I'm gonna put the characters and their creature in a list for convenience

Osgood is a vampire

Kate is a werewolf (her wolf form is a mostly white grey wolf with a very fluffy neck and face) (all the other lethbridge-stewarts are werewolves too)

Dhawan master is a werewolf (his wolf form is solid black and visibly very muscular)

Simm master is a werewolf (his wolf form is a smaller and skinnier grey wolf)

Missy is a vampire

13 is a werewolf (her wolf form is like a samoyed wolfdog, white, SUPER fluffy, with a mostly samoyed face)

12 is a fauntaur (basically a centaur but his horse half is a moose instead. And yes he has antlers)

11 is a thoroughbred centaur

Yaz is a were-bird, with her bird form being a chukar partridge (it's the national bird of Pakistan and it's often seen as a symbol of intense love)

Clara is vampire (though she likes taking the form of a black cat more than a bat)

Bill is a satyr with big curved sheep horns and black fur

In this universe werewolves and vampires follow certain rules that may be different from what you often see in main stream culture.

Werewolves behave almost just like real wolves. They're VERY social, very protective of family, behave a lot like dogs, and just generally are more fun and interesting than pop culture werewolves imo. See this post for more details on werewolf behavior

Now vampires are also more complex. They have glowing eyes, have highly advanced vision, can morph into a bat (or any animal) and a cloud of smoke, they gain strength from the moon, magic healing, and they're just like super physically strong and agile. Of course they need to drink blood to survive but they can also survive off eating a lot of meat, they often prefer straight up blood tho.

I might draw more but I did a lil sketch of kate and osgood :3