#nonhuman au

[a-twistedheartslonging]

Twisted Wonderland harpy Rook harpy Rook harpy Rook harpy Rook-

(There's Jade/Rook stuff, genderbent, and NSFW in this particular works link, along with...certain things in the creator 千ヶの子 other stuff that may make some uncomfortable, be warned)

[unicornsaures]

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Back on my nonhuman Four Swords Adventures nonsense partially because it's funny to imagine Green struggling immensely as a miniature pegasus.

Also in FSA horses are indestructible machines of mass destruction, so a clumsy little colt with wings absolutely wrecking his surroundings as he tries to figure out walking is hilarious to me.

[orion-29s-blog]

I feel like jack would begrudgingly allow it. (Ignore the fact his tail is wagging at mach 10 speed lol)

[screechingsandwichhologram]

i love love love giving people with major religious figure ancestors halo horns

[medi-bee]

i love women

[a-twistedheartslonging]

Hmmm, Twisted Wonderland but all of the cast are nonhumans with actual humans being pretty rare. Yuu is one of very few at the school.

And beastmen, fae, and mers are a lot more...beasty.

Even with the potion Azul still has octopus eyes, beak teeth, and some coloration like his true form. The twins have claws and keep their ear fins, and some of their original coloring.

The Beastmen are more beasty. Claws, fur in places, feathers, scales, whatever.

All that is the same with fae too. Bat Lilia and crocodile Seb. Seb and Mal be having those scales and tails out.

Sigh.

I just want to be a weak vulnerable little human surrounded by big scary beastie men.

[orion-29s-blog]

Malleus started the fire because Yuu was giving the tsum version of him too much attention. Lol

Now that we have two Silvers, this is basically inevitable

Also, take a wild guess as to who started the fire

[unicornsaures]

child elf!laurens is eating at my thoughts ughhh im rotating him in my head☹️

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|| 代わりの利かない // アタシを探して

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Summary: Drawing the sword, and what follows after.

Prompt: Nonhuman AU, Hymn- Van Canto, í tokuni- Eivør.

Characters: Vio, Red, Green, Blue, Shadow

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The shadow’s infuriating grin slid right past the edge of his sword, wispy smoke snapping playfully at their heels. “Really? I’m supposed to be you? Maybe you’re supposed to be me, and you’re bad at it-“ Link whirled, teeth bared and knuckles white, but the creeping cold at his shoulder vanished as the demon reappeared, bobbing in the air like a fishing lure over the hilt of the divine blade.

The Four Sword. Something that could hit him.

I can’t-

Stab his smug face-

Where’s Zelda-

Out of my way-

Laughter, high and skittering along his nerves like spider legs, as the shadow grinned down like a malevolent moon. He rolled on his stomach in midair, chin pillowed in his palms and feet kicking like a little girl. “Aren’t we a hero, Mr. I-don’t-need-teamwork? Maybe you are the bad imitation. It’s okay, I can keep Zelda for you- she’ll be safe with me. She’ll never see her father or the castle or incompetent wastes of breath like you ever again.”

“Give her back!” He tried. He really, really did, but the dodge-roll felt like something slow-motion, pushing through the treacle-stiff resistance of a dream gone wrong, and by the time he’d whirled into place the sword was slashing through nothing. The laughter was everywhere, in his head and in the walls and pulsing against the inside of his wrists like a bad idea.

“Little baby can’t handle not getting his way? What next, are you gonna throw your pacifier at me?”

He couldn’t see, couldn’t think, couldn’t stop shaking- but he could see the sword, gold and backlit like the only thing in the world.

Kill him.

Something screamed in his veins like wait but it wasn’t enough to matter- he grabbed the hilt and pulled, hard.

Somewhere in his chest there was an answering pull, hard, and he didn’t have time to scream before the magic took flesh and voice and thought in a seamless ripple of unmaking.

The last thing left of Link the Hero was a gasp drowned out by a shadow’s laughter.

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The first and most powerful thing he felt, facedown in ancient crumbling bricks, was regret.

He didn’t have any options, true. But the shadow had been goading him, it was so obvious, and if he’d just taken a moment to breathe he could have found a solution. At the same time, of course, what options did he have? It’s not as if anyone else knew how to fight demons.

He didn’t know how to fight demons. He fought men.

Not himself.

He wasn’t men, was he.

Sighing, Link why did that taste wrong rolled to his feet to observe the damage, and promptly realized he didn’t have feet.

“What the FUCK.” A fist sized stone rolled out of the way of some truly angry squeaking, and Link could only hover there with a chill where his bones should have been, staring. There was a whining chime, somewhere off to the left. A fairy?

Colder, and colder, and colder, it sank into him like swamp water through boots. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. And then he tried to, and he still couldn’t, and-

“WHY THE FUCK AM I TINY?”

There were dark magic stains on the floor, the walls, the pedestal, runes and carvings gouged out in heat-cracked fractals where something had torn its way out of the spells, it was out, Vaati was out, what had they done-

“Zelda…?” The little chiming voice was stronger, and gasped. “Oh, oh no- mx poe are you hurt? Are you okay? You’re-“

“Lantern,” croaked a lower voice, accompanied by the scrape of something heavy. “‘S over there… oww, why.”

Link it wasn’t right it felt fae-stolen it was all he had was he even he curled in on himself like the little baby his shadow had mocked him as and tried to hold himself together with hands he couldn’t feel and the phantom pound of a heart that wasn’t beating, something horrible and yawning and quiet torn open inside like a grave. There was noise, somewhere, around, but it didn’t matter- he was dead, he had to be dead, because his name was dust and his self was dust and the world would follow.

“Hey,” said someone with warm living breath, “it’s gonna be okay. Look.”

Nothing could be okay if the hero was dead. He’d been killed by- what, drawing the Four Sword? What a joke. What a horrible cosmic joke.

“Maybe tap him with it-“

“-are you sure?-“

“Ohh my god get it together-“

Fwip.

He sat bolt upright at something going through him, them, whatever, and blinked down at whoever did that with biting offense at the edge of his teeth.

In what remained of the Four Sword Sanctuary, past all of the rubble and ambient evil, there were other creatures huddled on the floor. A Minish, tapping his foot impatiently with an almost impressive glare, a pebble in his fist. A pegasus of all things, something from the stories, young on coltish legs with flicking, worried ears. And most importantly a fairy, straining bravely with both hands against the weight of an iron lantern, trembling with fire-spark magic scattering from their wings.

Their lantern. Their purple lantern, stable and steady and safe.

Link was snatching the lantern and holding it close before they made the conscious decision to, and tried to cover the overwhelming relief of homesafegood with a flustered clearing of throat, or the closest noise they could manage to it. “Well, ah. Thank you, I suppose.” They were a poe. Of course they were, after failing like that. Best to move on. The little fairy gave them a cheerful thumbs-up, dropping down between the pegasus’s ears in a puff of sparks. The Minish scoffed.

��Yeah, yeah. Now that you’re not freaking out- who the fuck are you people and how am I supposed to kick demon ass when I’m tiny. Any of you seen a portal?”

“I applaud your enthusiasm,” the poe said dryly, “but with the hero being dead I’m not sure how much good you’ll do.”

The pegasus flinched, stumbling back a step, and the fairy chimed alarm. The Minish on the ground puffed himself up with a glare somehow more searing than the last, pointing emphatically at the shattered sword pedestal. “Dead?! I’m not fucking dead, just tiny. I’ll stab Vaati’s eyes out with pine needles if I have to, but I’d rather do it with a sword, so where’s the goddamn sword and where’s a goddamn portal?”

“You… can’t be the hero, no offense.” The pegasus flicked an ear, speaking over the Minish taking great offense actually. “I’m Link. He’s me. I don’t know why I’m a horse-”

“Pegasus,” Link cut in smoothly.

“-I’m a what? Nevermind, unpacking that later.” Stamping in place a little and shying to the side, the magical horse gave them all a look. “I don’t know what happened to the sword, but if you could help me look…?”

Silence settled in the shattered sanctuary for a long moment.

Sighing like an open tomb, the dead remains of the hero Link turned to give a considering look to the little scarlet-gold fairy trembling between the pegasus’s ears, tiny hand fisted in his forelock. “I have a sneaking suspicion. The Four Sword splits its wielder into four parts, doesn’t it? According to the stories.”

“No,” said the Minish on the ground, but it was more denial than anything. “No.”

“Mx fairy,” they said, as gently as they could, “Where did you come from?”

“….I pulled the sword.” Tiny shoulders shrank in, wings pulled tight, little gold tears shimmering in scarlet eyes. “My- my name’s Link, I’m the hero, I- is that what happened? Is that who you are?”

The name still tasted horribly, ill-fittingly wrong. They couldn’t answer.

“You’re Link too and you died?!” Fluttering close, the fairy hovered and circled and reached out, pulled back, reached out again, scarlet eyes wide and lost. “That’s awful! You’re really not okay, are you? Do you need to sit down? Oh, oh you don’t have legs, I’m sorry-“

“He can’t be Link, he’s purple,” bit out the Minish, arms crossed. “And I’m Link anyway, I just said that. The Hero could turn into a Minish, and I’m a Minish right now, so fuck off.”

If they felt like being petty, they’d remind him that the hero was at least one-fourth dead. But they didn’t, because they were better than that.

It was going to be a long day, and a very long quest at this rate.

[orion-29s-blog]

I would turn one into a dick just to annoy him. Being slightly annoying is a love language.

Jade Leech HC

One of his club’s main activities are making these in the mountains:

[zillychu]

Finding out the Danny Phantom pitch bible originally included more creatures other than ghosts really makes me want to just (DUMPS TRANSCENDENCE AU ALL OVER IT)

[ko2vo]

Backyard Angel

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some worldbuilding stuff for my nonhuman amrev au!!

uhm there will be talk of fantastical racism (if that's what this is called. species-ism? idk) bc that's unfortunately the time period and therefore must be considered so warnings for that.

okay so everyone is human + a mix of other stuff. it doesn't really have any rhyme or reason? but almost everyone is mostly human. (not being mostly human is considered to be something akin to a birth defect. fairly rare)

what u r is kinda influenced by genetics? but also circumstance and environment. so like if both ur parents have cat tails then you probably are going to have a cat tail but if you were born like. on sea then you'll probably have some weird water/sea creature thing going on too even if literally none of ur family have had that before.

uhm everyone can hide their shit (like make it disappear). but that becomes uncomfy after like. a whole day. could even be damaging after a while. small stuff can be hidden for longer. like if ur just trying to hide ur fangs you could do that easily for a week without needing to unhide them. but if you were trying to hide ur whole getup then that would be hard to keep up for longer than a day.

its considered, at that time, to be kinda rude to have everything out in the company of strangers. within acquaintances / friends then you can have some stuff out.

its considered like. cheating. if during battles the soldiers use their extra things. but like. in the amrev there are times where they do in fact do that bc they kinda have to

uhm beauty standards wise theres def some traits that are more undesirable just bc they typically appear in different demographics. bc they are influenced by environment, people who grow up in "bad" environments are more likely to have "bad" traits. its a bunch of bullshit but its also the 18th century

typically, its considered better if you have similar traits (like all bird traits or all cat traits) bc that means ur "well-bred". so people will typically hide any outlying traits. but you don't want all ur traits out bc then ur overcompensating for something, surely. its a fine line and people will pick on you no matter what so it sucks.

uhhhmmmm. i think thats mostly it? let me know if you have questions.