#spike with reptilian features!

[starry-bi-sky]

DPXDC Idea: Mother of Monsters Dan(yal)

Specifically Fem!Dan because I made this in mind with my Fem Danyal Au bUT. The best part about Dan is that I get to play dress up with her, and Fem Dark Dany is gonna go by Layal (pronounced lae-el) because it means "the nights" and it sounds similar to Danyal, and I think she'd choose that name to mock Dany. ANYWAYS

Mother of Monsters Danyal. She may be evil but she's an Al Ghul at her core (even with vlad's soul merged with hers - however, considering that Layal looks and sounds like Dany, she considers that soul to be the more dominant one.) and loves animals. And she might be heartless, but she adores the monsters of the infinite realms.

Mother of Monsters Layal who hates everyone but utterly dotes and adores on every manner of beast she comes across. Stealing the eggs and infant young beasts of the Infinite Realms to raise as her own because she wanted them. Her own island full of monsters, a monstrous menagerie of her own. She steals most often from poachers or exotic pet keepers and other menageries -- the full grown beasties can keep their young.

And with every monster she raises, she can shapeshift their features onto herself, allowing her to change her shape from humanish to any matter of monster or hybrid creature. She calls herself their mother, and them her children. Her precious little babies, capable of incredible mass destruction and mayhem.

From little griffins the size of kittens, to stymphalian vulture chicks, and leviathan young hatching from eggs the size of her pinkie, to creatures native of the ghost zone that didn't even have names in the living realm. There really wasn't a limit to what or who she would take in and she didn't limit herself to any form of mythology. If they were beasts and they were unwanted, she wanted them. And as such, amassed her own mini army of "children" willing to listen to her any command.

Earth doesn't know what hit it when she attacks them.

There are many monstrous forms she could take on, the first one I've thought of is a combination of various serpentine/reptilian features. The body of a naga -- her lower half long and serpentine, her upper still human -- with spiked fins connecting from the bottom of her arms to her sides, ever seen Sinbad where Eris goes "you might have seen my likeness on the temple walls" and her arms do that fin thingy? Same concept. Her hands are webbed and taloned, perfect for slicing through the skin of the living, and her teeth are needle-sharp and shark like. Her hair can either be spiny and feathery-like like the spines of a lionfish, or frilled like a frilled-neck lizard. It's perfect for dealing and doting on her reptilian and amphibian-inclined darlings.

I'm more of a fan of aus where Dan is a sibling of Danny's rather than their kid, so Layal's redemption(..?? probation?) proceeds with her legally becoming Danyal's "twin" sister, who had been lost to the foster system before the Fentons adopted Dany, and was only recently reunited with her. The two of them look so alike that the lie is easy to take root and spread.

Layal is very indignant to the fact that she's now ten years in the past and has to restart her menagerie all over again. Do you know how much blood and sweat went into raising those children? How dare you separate them from their mummy. Although she'll admit she does miss their juvenile years, so she won't mind (too much) needing to raising them again. Dany is helping her retrieve all of them though, dammit.

long story short: epic the musical's "Scylla" has a CHOKEHOLD on me and this is the result of it

Unlike her Dan counterpart, Layal's voice is dancing and sirenic. It's purposely alluring and motherly, in order to lure people into a false sense of security until she feeds them to her "children." Echidna doesn't have shit on her. She almost seems friendly and reasonable, until you get too close and realize it was all an act and she drops it to metaphorically swallow you whole. She's like an anglerfish that way. She and Dany both sound like Scylla from Epic.

[longsufferingcritic]

The Light Fury: A Needlessly Thorough Character Design Analysis

Let me start by admitting I'd actually quite like the Light Fury's design if only it were completely removed from the context of HTTYD. If I saw the piece of concept art below in a freelance artist's portfolio, I'd think it's wonderful; same with a lot of the fanart I've seen. And for the record, I also have a soft spot for SilkWings from the Wings of Fire series and Skydancers from Flight Rising, so it's not like I expect every dragon design to be spiky and ferocious-looking.

But in the HTTYD films specifically, dragons being spiky and ferocious-looking is consistently a key part of the art direction, so the Light Fury looks extremely out of place compared to literally all the other dragons. Toothless was always somewhat sleeker and more mammal-ish than the other dragon species, true, but not to such a jarring extent. Unlike the rest of her kind (Toothless included), the Light Fury has completely smooth skin with no textured scales or spikes; all her features (even her teeth!) are completely rounded with no pointy or rough edges; her wings are shaped more like a seabird's than a bat's; her tail fins are distinctly heart-shaped; and she literally has pink glitter on her hide, for fuck's sake. Juxtaposed to the films' art style for every other dragon species, she sticks out like a sore thumb, hardly even resembling a dragon at all -- more like an alien invader from Planet Gender Roles.

…Yeah, about that. In the art book the filmmakers explicitly stated that they didn't want her to look reptilian like other dragons, because she's a feeeeemaaaaale and therefore has to look like one. Never mind the fact that the other female dragons in the films like Stormfly and Meatlug have never had that issue.

So let me be blunt: the Light Fury's visual design is misogynistic. She is designed with the sole purpose of being "feminine" and "pretty" as a male character's love interest, and on top of defying the films' art direction just to make her more conventionally beautiful, her design checks off the majority of the clichés used to impose human gender stereotypes onto animated female animals: lighter color, blue eyes, heavily rounded features, smaller paws/claws and nose/snout, less cartoony exaggeration, and an inexplicable smoothness in the way she is drawn/rendered. (Once you're consciously aware of those clichés, you'll start noticing them in nearly every animated animal film, so HTTYD is far from unique in that regard… but that just makes this widespread pattern in Hollywood all the more concerning.)

All these design choices are also counterproductive to her supposed narrative purpose of being the "wild and untamed" foil to the "domesticated" Toothless -- if that's the case, shouldn't she look more reptilian and ferocious, not less? Many of her traits like big blue eyes and a short rounded snout are actually associated with domestication, so shouldn't she resemble a wild animal instead? Nah, gender roles are clearly the priority here.

And no, despite the popular fan theories, the filmmakers have never confirmed or even hinted that the Light Fury is aquatic or based off belugas. The head of character animation has stated that the design was largely inspired by snow leopards as a contrast to Toothless having been inspired by black panthers; this is more evident in a piece of early concept art which depicts her as pale gray with a dappled pattern, but she ultimately ended up being pure iridescent white, very far removed from the most recognizable features of snow leopards. Reportedly this was because leopard spots look too much like scars, and scars are obviously unbecoming of a giiiiirl dragon… you can't make this shit up!

Axolotls were also cited as an influence, which would explain the smooth skin and unbroken dorsal sail, but the extreme smoothness still grossly clashes with the rest of the films' dragon designs and her own supposed personality so I don't think that actually justifies it. It's also worth noting that axolotl features are much more apparent in the below piece of concept art, with gill-like head appendages and cleft wings to match, but those didn't make it into the final design either, because I guess anything even slightly pointy-looking isn't "female" enough. (Terns were the final cited inspiration, which purportedly explains why her wings couldn't have a batty shape like literally every other dragon in the films.)

As I've said before, if they just wanted to have the black/white contrast for the night/day yin/yang motif (which isn't necessarily a bad idea on its own) the least they could do is still make the Light Fury look properly dragon-like even with white scales. There have been tons of fanmade drawings and edits of what that might look like, as well as examples of well-designed white dragons both in the films themselves (Valka's Bewilderbeast) and other media (Queen Snowfall my beloved).

So why does this all matter? Is a crappy design really that important? I'd argue yes, because despite many fans looking at the franchise through rose-tinted glasses, HTTYD has never treated its female characters particularly well, and the Light Fury is the most obvious/egregious culmination of that. In addition to the sexist tropes in her visual design, she exists for the sole purpose of being Toothless's beautiful love interest and "call of the wild" to separate him from his human best friend, with no depth to her character -- "Why is she so wild/aggressive to humans?" and "How has Grimmel's cruelty affected her?" are just two examples of basic character development points the film is uninterested in exploring -- and almost no screen time to herself. She doesn't even get a canon name, supposedly because she's just so wild, but all three of her children get names despite being equally wild so that's just a cop-out. (And even if she would never live with humans, Berkians could have still referred to her by a nickname, since real wild animals are often nicknamed by the locals who see them or the zoologists who study them -- shoutout to my favorite California Condor, 1099 "Yarrow".)

This is all part of widespread misogynistic patterns in fiction: animated films designing female animals with human gender stereotypes in mind, and fiction in general constantly mistreating and neglecting female characters. I love the HTTYD films so much, but at the same time, there are some aspects that legitimately warrant criticism, and misogyny is definitely one of them… and the Light Fury exemplifies that better than anything.

[witchofthesouls]

I am haunted by Miko/Tarn.

I have a very specific AU for this pairing. A combination between that soulmate ask and this Other ask where the kids are dealing with post everything, including their heritage.

The Primal Artifact is Quintus' Emberstone that cyberformed the young adult trio into full-framed Cybertronians.

Each of them eerie in their own way...

Jack is definitely something bird-related. Dark frame and dark wings, glossy raven-black, a face as pale as a moon, and blue optics with a grey cast. Has an armored coat.

Raf has his draconian heritage on display. Bulky and overlapping segments of plating. He's sharp. Angles and spikes on his broad frame. More reptilian features.

Miko is a War-Forged Seeker. She's not a small nor sleek femme. Way too much teeth with optics that remind her of her yōkai ancestress.

Because Miko's bloodlust and frenzied states grew exponentially with her new form that actually began to turn her into a liability on the field. Ratchet can't keep up with her brute force and savage style, so-

Here comes June Darby, who makes a deal with Soundwave inside the Shadowzone.

Who better to help a War-Forged Seeker who was once a human with seablood than the very mech that tied with the Champion of Kaon.

The Nakadai family still have cultural practices and beliefs that stem from the sea. Unlike the red string of fate, they have something that's considered far more intimate.

Soulsong or Dreamsong. A harmony from another that is compatible with your very essence.

Miko has one. She dreamt of it. Over and over. It was one of the first things she learned how to play on piano.

The Empyrean Suite.

Of course, the Decepticon Justice Division makes it way to Earth. Not only is it the last stand of High Command, but Tarn can actually get a proper location of his fated bondmate. What was once a whisper to muffled broken note is now a blazing presence.

The vibe I'm going for is that Meg Boggs meme:

Miko: "I don't want to be strong like man who look ✨️ pretty ✨️. I want to be strong like bitch that fights bears in the forest!"

Tarn: "She's thinks I'm pretty."

______

Miko's increasingly worrisome measures to put Tarn off, including playing more into her more ghastly yōkai traits, but it just endears him even more because he's an obsessive freak.

Tarn: "She's beauty. She's grace. She will rearrange a face."

(Everyone else watching Miko rip apart a carcass with her jaw strength and many serrated teeth, trying to be as gross and gorey as possible.)

Jack and Raf: What a fucking simp!

______

Soundwave's and Ratchet's attempts to stay busy and disappearing acts because Miko wants to shake them down on what's sexy versus hideous to their species.

Ratchet is a Medical-caste (middle-to-upper) Autobot has no idea how to help her, an ex-human turned morbid Seeker femme. Not with the backward 'con culture of territoriality and savagery, but he doesn't want to be the one who breaks it to Miko that fated bondmates and Resonants are a huge cultural phenomena across Cybertron.

Soundwave has been a major pillar of the Decepticon movement and complied Tarn's dossier, including his neuroses... Soundwave doesn't need telepathy to know it's a lost cause because Tarn gets interested, he becomes obsessed.

______

Running joke that Tarn finally got pegged, and it's by a wild animal. A magic, demon fish. Not Megatron.

[adobe-outdesign]

have you done a Grarrl review yet?

The Grarrl is a t-rex, and...well, that's pretty much it. It has all of the standard t-rex features: sharp teeth, reptilian eyes, and small arms. They're fine, but it doesn't feel like there's a whole lot with the base color that really makes them stand out outside of just having a lot of teeth compared to other Neopets (Poogle and Jetsam not withstanding).

I feel like part of the issue is that the Grarrl's body is completely solid in color by default, with no patterns or markings to break it up. Given their prehistoric status, I feel like stripes or speckles would've made sense; just something to break up the body and give them a tad more flavor. As is, all we have are the teeth and the green eyes with red pupils (which tend to be consistent across most, but not all, colors).

Beyond that, the base colors are alright, though for some reason the blue barely has any shading and the yellow is this off-putting dirty "mustard" color.

While the Grarrl's design has always been plain, I do think customization did them extremely dirty. Instead of being allowed to keep a more vicious expression, the Grarrl was instead saddled with an awkward smile that makes them look like they're posing for school picture day. In contrast, the old Grarrl's art gives them a big open mouth and allows them an angrier expression, which both looks much more natural and gives them a lot more personality.

Favorite Colors:

Maraquan: One of the only Grarrl pets that wasn't saddled with an awkward smile post-conversion, the Maraquan Grarrl is one of the best-looking Grarrls out there. Making a t-rex into a shark for the aquatic color works perfectly as a concept, and the execution's really nice; adding a very neat-looking ridged back fin and horizontal tail that sharks don't usually have, and fixing the plainness of the default Grarrl design by adding in a mottled white underbelly with small teal accents.

Neither version is terrible, though the UC/styled design is the better one—the fins aren't being forced into a fist, the colors aren't as over-saturated, and the tail fin shape looks a lot better (it's supposed to have a hook-like shape, not have a random spike coming off of it).

Halloween: Not only is a vampire a good choice for something with sharp teeth, but I really like the colors here; a very light minty body is contrasted with black and red accents, which makes it look both pale but also provides nice contrast without being too monotone. The cape also adds just the right amount of detail without being overly busy or detailed. The expression and mouth on the converted version, while still not as good as the old art, does look a bit more endearing and less awkward than usual, and I really wish they had used that mouth shape for the default Grarrl.

As of writing, there's only a "spooky" style instead of an actual nostaligic style that matches the old art, but reguardless it does look very nice. I like the pose and expression a lot, it brings back the black clasp (which was made blue for some reason during conversion), and I like the addition of the claws on the feet. Only complaint is that I wish they had given it darker eye bags, which were present both on the original art and the converted art.

Faerie: The faerie Grarrl having feathers is interesting, because feathered wings are usually restricted to avian Neopets; but then again dinosaurs are birds, so this is actually pretty clever. The orange, pink, and yellow palette looks nice, and I really like the speckled markings here and the addition of horns and dragon-like whiskers.

Unsurprisingly the UC/styled art is better, though I will say the converted has slightly better wings; I can't quite figure out the perspective on the original art. That said, the original art's head shade and expression look 10x better so you know, pick your poison.

[dairyfreenugget]

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ID start: A reference sheet for the Pale King from Hollow Knight but as a furry. He's a white drake with four arms and many mammalian features, such as long fur, which includes mane and long tail tip tuft, long slender ears, paw pads, and nipples on a naked pink belly. He still has many reptilian features, such as limbs and long tail covered in scales, snout covered in scales, dragon feet with one larger toe and claw almost resembling that of a raptor, with a dewclaw at the back of his ankle, and a pair of horns that curve to the back with three prongs. His horns are black with white notches. There are two pairs of spikes on his sides under the second, smaller set of arms, placed in a way that they resemble ribs. He has grey and dark grey stripes covering his upper body and shoulders, with dark grey stripe going from his white eyes to his ears, and a light grey stripe from his nose to the corner of his mouth resembling facial marking of a fox. He has markings resembling point colouring in a cat, where the extremities of his limbs, tail, and nose are darker. He has a white tail tip and a mane that grows into long hair, which is tied into a brain. His four hands are stained black from void, with black streams going up to his elbows. End ID.

[zin-fan-del]

Holdin' Out for a Hero

~5.000 word story featuring gay lizards and blueberry inflation. Also available for reading here on my main website!

"I've been holding out on this until I found someone like you." Windsor's words filled the quiet, dimly-rit room so suddenly it made the scales on Mehji's back momentarily crawl. Beneath the idyll autumn sceneries at the ranch house, he had been led to a room packed with machinery and chemical equipment. The crisp air and warm-hued leaves gave way to a well-camouflaged den of metallic greens and blues.

"Don't say cryptic things," the perturbed lizard just over half his height rebuked, keeping up pace behind his tour guide. His hands dug deep into the pockets of his sweatpants, despite the warmth radiating from the machines all over. As they walked, Mehji snuck several glances away from the curiosities all around to try and read Windsor's face. All he could make out was a confident, smug grin.

"So," the pale dragon's march stopped as the two approached an unusual display glowing with minty green light, "this is my magnum opus." He turned on a heel to face his guest, wearing the same baffling smirk… Next to this stellar contraption, though, a sparkle danced in his eyes.

Mehji's gaze broke with Windsor as he sized up the machine. Inside, like a sample floating in an enormous test tube, a full-body jumpsuit, boots, gloves and a mask were suspended. Looking at it, even up close, it was difficult to tell whether they were actually submerged in liquid or resin. The glass container appeared ethereal, draped in fluorescent viridian shining from lamps below. The tube was embedded in a steel base platform decorated by flickering control panel buttons.

The torso of the bodysuit was decorated with interweaving stripes that diverge and trace the outer arms and legs. A slim black belt featuring an elliptical metal buckle outlined in studs divided it in half vertically. The gloves and boots had cuffs shaped into wide spikes splayed outward. The lurid crimson fabric patterned with bold gray details appeared well-made, albeit strangely large and baggy.

"Is… is this your Halloween costume?" Mehji surmised, scratching the back of his head and forcing a smile. "It's, uh, cool. Which superhero was this again?"

Reacting to the lukewarm response, Windsor's face dropped into a disappointed frown. Unsure what he could have said wrong, Mehji chuckled nervously.

"This is not some measly costume. This… is Wrath." As the white dragon spoke of his creation, he turned to cast a prideful gaze thereupon, a smile creeping back onto his face.

"Isn't that one of those cardinal sins, mister…?" Mehji prodded jokingly. But Windsor simply sighed and faced him, speaking up with a serious tone.

"Mehji, do you remember the day we met?" Windsor's serious, seemingly off-the-cuff question was startling, though easily answered.

"Of course, though I barely believe it. We rolled people the size of zeppelins out of a restaurant…" Giving a brief nod, Windsor carried on.

"Aster City has been ravaged by that same incident happening again and again. People all over the place, in small groups, uncontrollably blowing up. It's a rapid growth that turns your body blue and fills you with juice." As he recounted the events of the past weeks, Windsor's eyes closed tight and he tapped between his brows with an index finger.

"The… the blueberries…" Mehji pulled a hand out of his pocket to insinctively carress his stomach, casting his mind back to the situation in question. His face must have contorted slightly as he spoke, because the taller reptilian's smug grin returned. A nervous feeling raging through Mehji spawned beads of sweat on his forehead.

"You were of great help that day. In fact, I don't think I've seen anyone else quite so excited to do heavy lifting." A gentle blush rose to Mehji's cheeks and his eyes forced themselves away.

"I- I just like being a helpful lil' guy, is all," the embarrassed green lizard attempted to clarify. "Was just following your instructions, really…"

"Then you won't mind putting this suit on for me." With a fluid motion, Windsor reached out and pressed a large eject button on the container's control panel. Immediately, the tube's glass walls slid down to the base, flooding the room in glowing seafoam hues. The garments gently fluttered down to the platformbeneath them, landing at Windsor's waist height.

"Right now? You want a superhero strip show?" Mehji jabbed into Windsor's side playfully with an elbow. "Ya gooner."

"W-what?!" Now, it was the alabaster reptile's turn to blush, which he poorly hid by turning his chin up and away. "To make fast-changing possible, it's designed to fit around any kind of dresswear. You don't even need to take your shoes… off…"

His spiel was abruptly interrupted upon reopening his eyes. Mehji's lower half was already stripped down to just boxers, and his arms were raised over his head to remove the white wifebeater formerly obscured by a large jersey. As he casually tossed the shirt into a pile of his other discarded clothes, their eyes locked. This time, it was Mehji's turn to meet a stunned, flushed face with a cocky smirk.

"What? Are you gay?" He teased, flexing his right bicep playfully. Windsor's jaw dropped but his brain had yet to catch upto speed.

"Well, but… It's not like… Y-you just don't have to, um, undress if you don't want to," the words raced each other out of his gaping maw, but Windsor's composure wasn't regained whatsoever.

"Enough yapping, you dork. You wanna see these guns in a tight suit?" Windsor's diamond eyes shot back and forth from the nearly-nude hunk actively teasing him, unable to conjure up words. "I wanna see more of that look on your face."

As he spoke, Mehji took hold of the suit and unfolded it before him. It unfurled all the way out onto the floor, despite being suspended in his hands over his head. Expeditiously, he unzipped the flashy suit from the top down to the tail-hole, and stepped inside with one leg.

"It's huge," he noted aloud while dressing himself. "You couldn't have secretly taken my measurements better?"

"… You'll see how it works," Windsor retorted, cheeks still rosy. Mehji raised a brow, uncertain what that could mean, but continued, trusting the dragon's guidance to be benign. As he slid his arms down the sleeves of the costume, he turned around.

"Help me out," Mehji instructed, gesturing with one hand at the zipper running down his back. Windsor stepped forward and, with a single decisive tug, closed it all the way up to his neck.

"Excellent. A perfect fit!" Windsor exclaimed with glee as Mehji slowly turned around. The suit was, contrarily, extremely loose and tall, despite being sealed quite firmly around his wrists, ankles, the base of his tail and the top of his neck. As he slid on the boots and gloves, Mehji felt the accessories snap into place like magnets. Despite the unflattering fit, there was a remarkable degree of care put into every piece.

"So, this is what you're into…?" Mehji probed, his tone landing between serious and jokingly pejorative. Most of the fabric was exaggeratedly draped around him like a blanket. He waved his arms slightly up and down, expectedly uncomfortable. "I think some, uh, adjustments might be necessary." From behind, Windsor raised the bandana-like mask up to the smaller reptile's eyes, fastening it into a secure knot below the spikes on his head. Despite their stark-white eyecaps, the mask conferred surprisingly unimpeded visibility.

"Quiet, now… Just follow my lead. You know which arm is your right one?"

"I'm not completely helpless, mister." Mehji smirked, and gestured with the according arm.

"Good. Snap your fingers with that hand."

"Like this?"

Upon triggering the click between his index finger and thumb, a small but distinct beep from the suit's chest area rang out. Before he could react, with the light sound of a vaccuum sealer, the entire garment restricted against his body.

"Guh--" Mehji gasped, puffing out his chest as he felt the soft fabric grow quickly tense. A sense of surprise stunned his jaw open as he held out both arms, contorting around to survey his body with wide eyes. "Holy… That scared me shitless." But as he continued to twist around, the initial shock gradually settling, an emphatic grin spread onto his face. "Hah… haha! Wow. How the fuck did you pull this off?"

The garment was fitted, in the blink of an eye, to perfection. Every curve of his body appeared sculpted beneath the unbelievably smooth fabric. With awe illuminating his visage, the green lizard was stunned into staring at himself in the reflection of a tall machine. This comfort level in such a tight garment was unthinkable to him. It would take hours of meticulous stitching to achieve anything similar.

"You look incredible." Windsor spoke up after letting his newly-dressed partner look himself over. He walked up behind the distracted man and planted both hands on his shoulders. Mehji, who had been on-edge just moments before, didn't react at all. "What you're looking at… What you're wearing… is how I'll fix the blueberries. This is Wrath."

"Your answer is to become a superhero?" Mehji curied, still transfixed on his own reflection. "I thought they caught the guy behind the breakouts already."

"Not quite." Windsor's hands began to explore his guest's figure. "I'm no hero. All I have is this flashy suit…" His palms follow the lines down Mehji's arms before gripping the sides of his chest and sliding down to his waist. "The blueberries just keep popping up, no matter how many culprits get arrested." His words kept Mehji from melting into the gentle massage. "You might now know, but some even remain afflicted long-term, expanding repeatedly…"

Mehji's body, mostly cool beneath the breathable bodysuit, couldn't resist warming up with big hands prodding at it. With an audible gulp, he stared into Windsor's calm eyes and spoke, "I thought permaberries were mythical."

"On the contrary, there are many. And twenty-ton life isn't easy in the city. You just don't fit in anywhere." Winsdor lifted his hands away from Mehji's hips and turned on a heel to take a few steps away. Windsor grew unxpectedly quiet as his brow shaded his downturned eyes. An indiscernable but painful emotion rose with him, expressed clearly through his self-assured facade.

"What're you going to do then? Find out whodunnit? Or run around, juicing everyone in your path?" Mehji brainstormed lightheartedly but his lanky suitor's demeanor refused to lighten.

"Nah." Click. Turning to face Windsor, Mehji heard the distinctive click priming the raygun pointed in his face, which began glowing with electric vigor. "I'm gonna make the problem so bad someone else solves it." Shivers rocketed up Mehji's spine and a sweat drop fell from his chin. "How about it? Just one beam and you'll get your dream body. It's like magic." Windsor responded, staring down his quaking partner deviously.

"W… wait…" the man sizing up a gun pointed his way sputtered. "What…? Dream body? It'll make me ripped if I want?" Mehji couldn't contain his questions, startled by the sudden attack. In his racing mind, the short lizard pictured himself bulging with muscles in the stunning red suit.

"Only if you truly dream of that." Windsor assured as the gun's charging light grew ever vibrant. Mehji groaned quietly, uncertain. Never in his dreams had he imagined himself so rich in brawn. But if this was a chance to quickly grow, he'd kick himself for declining.

So, with a face stiff as steel, he consented concisely.

"Hit me."

A bright ray blinded him as it collided with his midsection, disspating into him as a warm light. Windsor blew on the red-hot tip of the raygun forcefully, breaking up a steam cloud pouring off of it. As his eyes reopened, Mehji looked down to survey his body again, but nothing had visibly changed about it. He patted himself down with gloved hands, unable to sense any dramatic alterations to his figure as Windsor placed the raygun on a nearby counter.

"It didn't work…?" Mehji pumped an arm in the air, flexing it as dramatically as possible. "I haven't gained a pound."

Windsor laughed snidely. "It takes a while so you can really savor the change," He watched the suited-up lizard hastily squeeze at his own muscles, testing for any identifiable growth. "But it looks like it's working just fine to me."

Several questions rose to mind but were beaten to Mehji's lips by a loud belch. He raised a fist to cover it as best as possible, embarrassed. With his other hand, he rubbed at his belly just above his belt. Paying close attention, he could sense bubbles rising in his stomach before they rose sharply in volume. But still, his midsection was no flatter than normal. His brows furrowed in confusion.

"Surely this isn't a gun that just makes you gassy, mister?" Mehji joked. But as he pulled away the hand covering his mouth, he noticed a strange effect creeping its way down his arm. "Wait, huh…?" A deep cornflower color had sneakily appeared around his upper torso. On closer inspection, however, the splotchy effect was spreading like airbrushed paint toward his wrists. He leaned over, watching it race down his front, traveling past his groin and knees down his legs.

As the realization sank in, his breath paused momentarily, then picked back up into a rapid rhythm. As he turned his head back up, the sight of Windsor's euphoric grin made butterflies go wild in his stomach. Blood rushed to his face with such speed enough to nearly knock Mehji out. Embarassed to beet-red, he span around to the mirrored surface from just moments ago…

But the face that greeted him was a deep, rich indigo. In fact, in just seconds, blue hues swallowed his entire body, as though he was dipped in a vat of dye.

"I think I know where this is going," Windsor ominously murmured through a giddy sneer. Mehji's panicked eyes shot back up as his arms dropped to his side. "And that means I chose correctly with you," the taller lizard's tail grew erect as he watched on, struggling to contain elated laughter.

"No way," Inside his mind, Mehji was torn between fear and excitement. But his stomach was churning like an ice-cream machine, kicking up a racket even as he doubled over, pressing into it with both hands. "In my dreams, it doesn't… start this fast…" He was overcome with the sensation of having ravenously eaten past his limit. Through the thin fabric of his suit, he could feel his belly protruding scantly. Between the clamoring of his strained stomach and the soft gut where defined abs just were, the grumbling lizard began bloating up like he went overboard on soda.

The tall dragon released a deep belly-laugh he had kept bottled in for a while. Across the cool tiles he strode, placing a pair of fingers beneath Mehji's chin and lifting it to meet his gaze directly. He spoke warmly as he stroked it gently, ogling his helpless victim's face cloaked in the vivid hues of spirulina. "I'll keep you safe. I promise." Mehji swallowed dramatically as the gurgling from his gut continued, embarrassed to have his upset stomach heard by Windsor. But the white dragon stood close in front of him, their bodies separated by less than an inch. "Just enjoy the ride."

"Urk-!" Mehji, captured in the moment, momentarily forgot what situation he was in. He looked down in disbelief, his jaw slightly unhinged. "It's… really happening!" The juice filling him up spilled over. His belly, once meticulously slim, puffed up into a growing mass approaching the size of a basketball. In and out, the short lizard panted, trying to rationalize his situation. With a single curious hand, he pressed into the dramatically swelling paunch, leaving behind a dark handprint-shaped stain. He moaned as his gut kept duly stretching outward, pursing out over the tight belt cradling it from below.

Windsor pressed his waist into the ballooning lizard's girth, wrapping an explorative arm around his waist. "How's it feel…?" His voice dipped into deep tones as he uttered the question, eyes meticulously soaking in every inch of his subject.

"I can't stop filling up…" Mehji spat out between breaths, his body overtaken by a flurry of senses. "You're going to fucking pop me!" He ballooned so quickly and with such force that a natural sense of alarm rang out. But as Windsor's weight leaned into the sensitive, swollen pillow forming on his front, a rapturous pleasure overtook him. Its forceful growth continued unabated, blocking his view below his own midriff, before juice began to trickle out into the rest of his body.

"You'll be alright," Windsor spoke with a genuine tone that betrayed his devious expression. "Just relax, berry boy. Your fantasies are coming true."

At once, both of his breasts swelled up, spurning another gutteral noise from Mehji. His chest pressed against his chin as it grew, deepening the ecstasy gradually welling up in him. As he stared into Windsor's calm eyes his anxious trembling from before dissolved into a ravishing calm. With a smooth motion, Windsor's fingers cupped around his partner's asscheek, giving it a firm squeeze.

As if choreographed, Mehji's cheeks surged with juice. First, his ass ballooned outward, the pressure of Windsor's squeeze growing as it pressed into it. A rush of delight soared in Mehji, to whom the sensation of a hand on his taut skin felt electric, only intensifying as billows of juice pumping into him.

Moments later, desperate for room, the juice worked its way up past his chest. His lips pursed, pressed together by his face swelling as though with millions of calories at once. Mehji's eyes rolled back uncontrollably, unable to be kept in control as the tide of sweet liquid sqeezed itself inside of him. The emotions ripping through him, spurred on by the pressure of Windsor's sensual grip, overloaded his thoughts.

"Now this is what I'm into…" Windsor grumbled, his face twisted in a nefarious, turned-on smirk. As Mehji ballooned up in his arms, staggering at the sheer heft of his burgeoning frame, he was forced to step back. Gripping the sides of the swollen lizard's waist, he admired his handiwork with delight. With each deep breath, his nostrils were filled with the scent of fresh blueberry. He bit his lower lip to hold in an unhinged moan.

"You gotta help me, man…!" Mehji shouted as his limbs fattened up with ease, forcing him to extend them into a pose like a starfish. The gurgling, creaking bedlam from inside of him overwhelmed his ears as he gushed with fluid. His skintight suit squeezed against his inflating body, stubbornly refusing to break at even a single seam. The dark juice handprints staining his apparel had spread to encompass him entirely. Traces of the saccharine violet fluid were pressed out of Mehji's every pore, stickying the floor with a puddle beneath his feet.

"How am I… supposed to live… as a blueberry?" Words eked out of the stout reptile's mouth between heavy breaths. He waddled about, desperately redistributing his ballooning weight. At first, most of his girth localized around his waist. But the unrelenting pressure mounting within him forced its way outward, rounding his frame out smoothly. Rapidly transforming in such a revealing costume was embarassing, no matter how well it contained his bulging form.

"Well, for starters, I hope you like the flavor." Windsor joked, stepping back again. "But besides that, you don't have to do much of anything. Kick back and go with the flow." Then, with a swift but gentle tackle, he shoved into the massive lizard. With a yelp, Mehji stumbled back before his balance gave out and his gargantuan rear collided with the ground. "Not that you have much of a choice at this point."

Mehji flapped his limbs with all the force he could muster, but they resisted, steadily growing bulkier with each passing second. All he could do was wiggle his hands and feet, reveling in the sensation of being blown up into the spitting image of a blueberry.

His legs had grown so wide that they seemed to melt into the girth of his waist. His feet wriggled, vainly struggling against the force of his round groin gradually swallowing them up. The bubbling juice roared as it surged up his body to fill out his torso similarly, trapping his hands. As he swelled into a near-perfect sphere, losing complete control of his distended body, his suit miraculously stretched to encompass it seamlessly. The growing lizard moaned and groaned, eyes darting around to observe his impossibly huge body progressively expanding. Forced apart by his torso, he helplessly watched his hands disappear over the sides of his own burgeoning figure.

Windsor, with ever-curious hands, felt at the seams of the suit running flush down Mehji's spherical body. Despite showing obvious signs of tension, it remained unbroken, even around the areas that had fattened up the most. The thin belt wrapped snugly around the blueberry's midsection caused his flesh to purse gently around it. Like an artist surveying their own masterpiece, he radiated with joy, staring on at Mehji with a serene smile.

But Mehji continued to inflate. As he fattened beyond his own range of reach, his feet were ungrounded by the swelling fat between them. His body balloned outward, rising up like a nearly-full beach ball being topped off with air. Back and forth his globular body rocked, skin and suit creaking as though reaching their limits. Mehji's limbs stretched as far as they could, but his body swallowed them up as it swelled even wider.

"Mmph! Mmmm…" While being sucked into his swelling body, Mehji's plump cheeks sealed his mouth shut. All he could manage to vocalize were quiet grunts. He could hardly turn his head, let alone see over the rising girth encompassing it. Even his most mobile parts were similarly trapped, leaving his hands and feet incapable of more than gentle wiggling. "Helpff…" Raised up by his round backside, staring at the metallic ceiling, a single weak word rose to his lips.

"You're so ripe, I could just take a big, fat bite…" Windsor walked back up to the blueberry and embraced it again, pressing his face into the smooth, taut surface. "Or bake the world's biggest pie."

Rounding out, Mehji felt his inflation start to ease for the first time. As his creaking frame finally blew past Windsor's height, it rocked around its center point. The blueberry lizard's weight rocketed exponentially as the final traces of juice surged into him in a quick, steady burst. With that, Mehji moaned loudly, his face too swollen to vocalize anything more complex. As the final wave poured into him, slowing his expansion to a trickle, all that could be heard in the dark room was the raucous sloshing of fluid settling inside him.

Mehji was desparate to shout if it would relieve even a tiny fraction of the pressure to which he had been filled. Despite being painless, his turgid body was in an extreme excess of pressure beyond that which any person could reasonably reach. His face was still hot with feverish embarrassment, stressed largely by the immobility that so immediately overtook him.

"In fact, I have many plans for you," Windsor continued. While talking, he shifted his weight down, rolling the taut round balloon toward himself. It took a few tugs to position him correctly, but eventually, Mehji's puffy face appeared over the top of the round mass. The two watched each other intently as Mehji continued rolling, only coming to a halt as his face pointed down to meet Windsor's head-on. "You're the biggest berry I've ever seen, and that's saying something." Just like before, Windsor stuck a single hand beneath Mehji's bloated chin, caressing it with passion-filled eyes.

But this time, he leaned in to plant a kiss on Mehji's lips. The two closed their eyes and the moment froze for just a second before the lanky dragon pulled back.

"Thank you," he murmured, staring the blueberry straight in the eyes. "Now, go ahead and snap again. Right hand."

It took a moment before Mehji processed what he had been told. The sensation of being trapped in his own engorged body was frankly stunning. Moments later, though, he weakly forced his fingers together, accomplishing a single quiet snap. Instinctively, Windsor raised a single arm to cover his eyes and held his breath.

Incomprehensibly speedily, Mehji felt high tension envelop his entire body, pressing inward in all directions. "Holy--!" Before he could make sense of it, the fat distorting his face disappeared, allowing him to emit half of a startled interjection. Like a water balloon being popped, he deflated, a surge of juice spraying out and covering the room in all directions. As though his transformation played out in reverse, he was pressed completely free of juice in just seconds. In fact, it occurred so quickly that his belly was lifted away from the ground, leaving the short lizard momentarily suspended in mid-air.

But such conditions did not last, as he came tumbling down to the ground, landing on what remained of his cushy paunch before it quickly reverted to its original flat shape. As the wave of juice freed from him landed, raining from the ceiling, he clambered to his feet with a hand on his pounding head.

"I… I popped. I thought you said…" Mehji grumbled, patting at his midsection grumpily. At first, his perceived betrayal by Windsor sparked in him a flash of anger. But as he patted himself down top to bottom with both hands, looking over his decidedly normal-looking body, it fizzled out. "What kind of wizardry is this?"

"Hahahaha," Windsor laughed heartily before scooping Mehji up into a bear hug. Oddly, the former was drenched in deep blue juice, while the latter had reverted to his typical coloration. It ere as though it never changed. "It worked! What a success!"

"Whoa, whoa, what do ya mean?!" Mehji, held up by a pair of arms around his midsection, continued to survey his own hands. "How did you get all that out of me so fast?"

"Alright, I'll explain," the tall dragon set Mehji back down on his feet gently. "This was all a test for that suit. It didn't break and the compression mechanism worked flawlessly." Mehji gave a baffled look, so he continued. "It can basically squeeze you back to shape. See, look! That was all in you!"

Windsor spun around with his hands extended wide, smiling more than anyone witnessing so much property damage ever should. There was a thin pool of juice beneath their feet and not a single centimeter of wall space wasn't coated in the substance. Mehji patted his belly, cogs turning in his head, as he examined the damage.

Did any of that even really happen? He thought pensively. Is this… a dream right now?

"Do you… wanna give these suits out to people?" Mehji inquired, trying to imagine what could have motivated such a mystical invention. "That's your plan to solve the blueberry epidemic?"

"No," Windsor replied directly, still surprisingly cheerful. "Like I said, this world isn't built to accomodate for berries to exist." While speaking, he strolled over to the table upon which the raygun from earlier was set. Mehji recoiled instinctively as he picked it up but relaxed upon seeing it resting on its side in his open palms.

"I must admit I lied about this," Windsor gingerly raised the weapon in the air. "This gun just makes blueberries out of everyone it hits. The only thing here that can read your dreams… is me."

Struck at the understanding that he had been deceived, Mehji's mouth fell agape. What he had just experienced was a snowstorm of emotions hardly able to be captured by words.

"My plan? Simply fill the world with blueberries until it changes." Windsor laid out his intentions plainly.

"Are you the one who started all this, then?" Mehji probed with a gravely serious tone, still unmoving from where he originally stood up.

"No," answered Windsor, his eyes fixed upon his partner to convey his words with identical gravity. "I have my suspicions as to who did but am uncertain." For a moment, in the sickly-sweet subterranean study, the two tensely stared each other down. "So, with all that said…" Windsor stepped forward, still suspending the gun in outstretched arms. "I would like to ask you to be my partner in crime."

Mehji could not have predicted what transpired in the past few minutes. As he looked down at the firearm being given to him, he reached up with a single gloved hand to accept it but froze just inches away. With unsteady eyes, he sought for comfort in Windsor's warm, intent smile. Then, returning his focus, he picked it up by the handle, resting a careful finger on the trigger guard.

The weapon entered his grip comfortably, weighing subtantially less than he anticipated. Windsor relaxed his arms at his sides, glowing with pride at the sight of Mehji in his suit.

"I suppose that does sound a little fun," Mehji smirked as he posed with the gun pointed toward the porcelain-white dragon. He held it for a moment before angling his aim to just narrowly miss to the right. "Who know what else you have stashed down here, too?"

For the first time since he began swelling, Mehji soaked in the room in close detail as he lowered his weapon. All around him were workstations, machinery, tools and clothing. The scene was almost fantastical, decorated with active monitors and branding painted across the walls. A rather simplistic emblem in the shape of a W appeared in more places around the laboratory than he originally noticed.

"Well, in that case, welcome to Wrath HQ… rookie." Windsor's frigidly serious demeanor defroze as he offered a playful handshake. With his empty hand, Mehji reached out and accepted it. "So, how's about we get to cleaning u--?!"

Rambling made Windsor visibly inattentive, so Mehji gave him a swift tug on the arm, pulling the two men into a firm embrace. Before his eyes could flutter open, the short lizard delivered a passionate kiss unto the lips of the other. With one of Mehji's arms around his waist, Windsor let himself slide into the liplock.

Suddenly, the room flashed white. A warm sensation disspiated into Windsor from his back. As though unbothered, he pulled away from kissing the man that just shot him with a toothy, satisfied grin.

"Before that…" Mehji looked directly into Windsor's eyes as he tossed away the still-warm raygun. "I wanna see if your dream body is the same as mine…" He gripped behind Windsor's ass firmly on both sides as the two reptiles pressed into each other, exchanging loving, menacing grins. "…And I wonder if juice tastes sweeter when harvested with revenge." Windsor took in a deep breath as he rested his arms on Mehji's broad shoulders. "Don't hold out on me, now…"

But across the happy face he gazed into longingly, a vivid blue had already begun to spread.

[phantoms-world-and-more]

Jack and Maddie get commissioned by a billionaire named Lex Luthor to develop a device that would allow him to rival members of the Justice League explaining that he believed they were possessed. They ended up falling for it and developed a watch like device that can tell time and via a hidden switch can access the creature database of the device they call the Fenton Teratrix. Well as they're working on it Sam breaks into the lab to free the animals that Jack and Maddie had used DNA samples from and return them to the zoo without Danny's help since she doesn't want him in trouble. Well during this she losses her balance on a stool she was using to get the cage containing an otter down and the Teratrix latches onto her wrist and won't come off. The Fenton parents hadn't added a release feature yet. Sam gets the animals back to the zoo and goes to test out what exactly the Teratrix can do and finds her starting line up, which are the only ones in the watch

Lavugana

A large iguana like alien with red spines running down their back. They stand on their hind legs. They can spit balls of magma, use echo location via spine rattling, have red hot claws and can shoot red hot spins from tail. Their abilities rival Heatblast

Crysttler

an otter like alien that can create sharp crystals like Diamondhead while being faster and smaller

Accelerath

a cheetah like alien with sharp claws and an anthropomorphic build and some sort of armor with a visor, this alien is capable of potentially out running XLR8

Sounound

a dog like alien that can create a sonic boom of a bark, a howl to echo locate, and tracking abilities that rival Wildmutt

Dracion

a dragonfly like alien that leans more into the reptilian appearance, it's clearly a splice between a lizard and a humming bird, it can fly fast and breathe smoke, it can out maneuver stinkfly

Crocoshard

a crocodile alien with sharp spikes and the ability to switch between two and four legs and spit high powered water blasts. It can rival Ripjaws in power

Ribpix

a small hyper intelligent frog alien with psychic powers its intelligence rivals Greymatter

Corhex

a ghostly crow or raven like alien that can turn invisible, phase through objects, fly, and possess others, it is meant to be a stand in for Ghostfreak but won't turn evil

Lyran

a wolf like alien that rivials Fourams in strength, maneuverability, and agility, it has sharp porcupine quills and can use it's howl to create a siren song to lure people to sleep or create a concussive blast of sound

.

[helluvashitposter]

Everyone: STRIKER IS A SHARK HYBRID, STRIKER IS RELATED TO MOXXIE

Me: Okay but please consider...Alligator hybrid? 👀

LET'S THINK ABOUT IT FOR A SECOND GUYS:

He has the spikes along the tail going on just like any gator would, just look at them!

This boy took a stab through the back, got tossed around and literally set on fire, now tell me: What reptilian do we know is a damn tank like that?

AND, AND: Feral alligator eyes, going skinny and slant when they go into feral mode!

And y'all know alligators can both hiss and growl, right? I want you guys to go back to the harvest festival episode, listen to the noises Strike makes towards the end of the episode and tell me exactly what that mixture of a growl and hiss makes you think of 👀

Plus with the wrath kingdom seeming to have more reptilian residents, it just makes it more perfect that one of his parents could have been a gator but he just inherited more snake features, I mean look at this man's jaw line, he got the chomps chomps that could grab a bitch and never let go as he spins them about, and everyone knows Alligators are like top tier hunters man! I'm just saying!

Now if you'll cuse me, I'm gonna imagine Striker floating above water like a gator, head empty

[autistic-fool-with-ideas]

Eclipse and shadow in THE FUTURE™️

Headcanons under the cut

I have always had the belief that the longer shadow lives the more alien like his body becomes (longer arms, digigrade legs, more reptile features) due to the dark arm dna

Shadows muzzle is also paling over time as it will (in a couple more centuries become very reptilian like Eclipse’s muzzle)

Like ten years after the comet got destroyed Eclipse’s legs popped off in his sleep because since he’s the oldest remaining dark arm that leadership title IMMEDIATELY goes to him and his body changes to accommodate that role (also the reason for the horns)

He also would’ve chilled out and became an honorary team dark member by this point so it’s even better when he goes to get breakfast and Shadow nearly chokes on his coffee beans, until they can get him a robe they just put him in an oversized shirt (Eclipse did not notice his legs were gone until Rouge pointed it out)

Eclipse specifically requested for his robe to have an eclipse symbol on it (Shadow thought this was cheesy as fuck and will never not bring it up in arguments)

Eclipse also gets tail spikes that can work as a mace and a starfish seeing eye thing

[siren-darkocean]

Flufftober 2024

Prompt 11 of 31

Prompt - Ingredients & Spells

Fandom - Randy Cunningham 9th Grade Ninja (Samurai Series AU Past Events)

Ship - First Ninja/OC

Rating - Teen & Up

Warnings - Descriptions of Injury

Extra - 13th Century Events of First Ninja and First Samurai, Fairies (aka I used Ancient Magus' Bride fae for reference), Hardcore Crushing, She Fell First He Fell Harder, Wisteria, BG Demon Problems, Spike Pit (aka Barbie as Rapunzel when Rapunzel and Prince Stephan met scene referenced), First Ninja having a name besides First Ninja, Ninja Art of Healing Used

The fact we’re stuck doing this because of a demon.” Grey eyes rolled at that as their owner sighed and carefully plucked a sage. “Takeshi, this isn’t the worst we’ve delt with and you know it.” She told her partner as she carefully placed the sage in the woven basket in her elbow. Takeshi huffed a bit at that, “Ah yes but it doesn’t make it any different Asami.” He told the ebony haired woman who sighed and held a hand out to a blue reptilian like fae who leaned to her touch.

That was a major line difference between the two; while Takeshi as the Ninja was more of the dark arts with the Tengu demon feathers woven into the suit giving its abilities, Asami as the Samurai was more of the light arts and the fae due to her connection with them as the fairy queen created and gave her the Samurai Crystal.

As if their personalities weren’t a big deal of it as well.

Slowly but surely I'm getting caught up on @flufftober prompts (ignoring I posted this a day after the last one shush)

But here have some Past AU events of Samurai Series lore featuring First Ninja and First Samurai

[opossumarson]

Griffits are an open species made by me!

Feel free to make one!

Griffits got their name from looking like the mythical griffins.

Despite the some what similar appearance griffits and griffins are not related.

Unlike griffins, which are only feline-avians, griffits can come if a variety of different species!

Griffits can be feline,canine,rodent/marsupial,winged insects,ungulates[hooved mammals],and reptilian.

Design Rules

They can be any color and have any patterns

They can not have ears

Can't be wingless

Wings can not be on the back/shoulder

Head wings are required

Beaks are required

Wing placements are limited to head,hips,tails,and ankles

No limit to the amount of wings

Wings can't be bigger than the entire body[head to toe]

Horns/antler and spikes can be any size

Can have scales, but most of the body must be feathered or furred

Hands have to be bird like

Feet can be paws or claws

They can have paw pads on feet

Can have any size and shape tails

Can't have aquatic features

Can have multiple eyes and eyes can be placed anywhere

Be as creative as you'd like! If you have any questions, feel free to pm me here

[ficretus]

Theory: Identifying Joan of Arc Voices in Jaune's story

One of the important aspects of Joan of Arc story that are seemingly completely absent in Jaune's story is Voices Joan heard. In aftermath of her village being sacked, Joan saw Archangel Michael surrounded by angels, he gave her purpose and informed her that she will be contacted by 2 more voices. In this theory, I'd try to find are Voices present in Jaune's story, who are they and what purpose could they serve in narrative down the line.

Starting with what I so far feel is the only voice I can identify in Jaune's story, Pyrrha. In my previous Joan of Arc timeline theory I identified Pyrrha as Archangel Michael. For the sake of time I'll link the theory here since its double timeline aspect plays some importance in this theory as well.

To keep it short in case you don't feel like reading previous theory, she matches some basic aspects of Michael (ideal warrior, patron saint of Joan's village) ,her death matches timeline placement of Joan's first vision of Michael, she was catalyst to Jaune's awakening. Additionally, I'd add something I missed in previous theory: one of the most important aspects of Michael is his battle with Lucifer, often portrayed as serpent or dragon. This matches well with Pyrrha's fight with Cinder and Grimm Wyrm, both having satanic symbolism (Fall can be interpreted as fallen one, Cinder is fire user, Grimm hand gives her seemingly reptilian features). Unlike Michael, Pyrrha lost that fight, her loss allowed Ruby to awaken and make Cinder "fall", once again matching the story of Lucifer.

This leads me to Theory 1: Pyrrha is the only "voice" Jaune will hear during his story, being his main motivation and guiding force. I am not particularly fan of this one, but so far it makes sense. While I will try to identify other 2 voices later on, so far Pyrrha is the only one making the impact. Voices as collective guide Joan, and so far we've only seen Jaune guided by Pyrrha (especially present in early volumes), leading me to believe that she collectively represents all of them.

Theory 2: Other voices will start appearing soon. To be clear, when I say voices in regards to Jaune, I am not talking about literal ones like Joan of Arc story. Voices are more representative of Jaune carrying their will and lessons Jaune learned from their encounters. As for who voices are, in Joan of Arc story, they are Catherine of Alexandria and Margareth of Antioch, both being virgin martyrs. This makes me believe that Jaune's voices also need to have their own theme. Theme I'll go in this theory is "people Jaune couldn't save". So far this is the one that makes most sense to me, but feel free to comment if you have different theming and candidates for remaining 2 slots. My candidates are Penny as Catherine and Alyx as Margareth. I'll briefly break down why I believe that.

Penny=Catherine

Catherine was scholar and is patron saint of scholars. This works with Penny, being both a robot and product of science. She is also patron saint of variety of professions like craftsmen, which works with her Pinocchio inspiration.

Villain of Catherine's story is emperor Maxentius who tried to bring her to his side through various means. Eventually resorted to torture and execution. During her stay in dungeon, Catherine converted many of his men, including the empress. Ever more paranoid Maxentius also executed his wife and some of his top commanders. This parallel works if you imagine Maxentius as Ironwood, growing more paranoid and villainous as story progresses. Catherine converting the empress works both with Fria giving her powers to Penny and Winter turning against Ironwood (especially since Maiden is represented as queen chess piece). Just like Maxentius, Ironwood turned on his commanders and "queen" for not following his orders.

Avoided certain death by spiked breaking wheel with the help of angel. This mostly straight forward, Ambrosius saved Penny from certain death. Breaking wheel became one of Catherine's symbols and if you want to tinfoil it hard, whenever Penny fans out Floating Array it looks like a bladed wheel.

Catherine was tortured through various means, including having her breasts ripped off. She sees vision of Christ who encouraged her, she then told her executioner to kill her. This somewhat works considering fatal wound Penny sustained is having her chest clawed by Cinder. Asking to be executed also works considering Penny persuaded Jaune to kill her.

Next one works with Penny's first death. After having her head cut off, Catherine's body was carried off by angels to mount Sinai, where it remained completely preserved for centuries, always oozing oil like substance. After being torn apart by Pyrrha, Penny's body was brought to Atlas to be rebuilt. Oil like substance works with coolant liquid Penny has a robot.

Alyx=Margareth

Was to be executed by getting swallowed by Satan shapeshifted into dragon. She survived it by irritating its inside with cross. Alyx had an encounter with Jabberwalker, draconic creature with some Satan parallels (demonic being created to prevent Ascension), she survived it using her knife (which is about as close as you can get to cross).

Reading or writing about Margareth was said to give indulgence of sins. This works in two ways since her adventures in Ever After were written by her brother as cautionary story and since Jaune upon completing his fairy tale role is given back his youth, metaphorically having his sins forgiven.

Multiple voices theory would give pay off to plot points in volumes 8 and 9. Because, what was the point of Jaune killing Penny or encountering Alyx if that's not gonna have any influence down the line. Vacuo portion of the story will be nice test ground to see if this theory holds any water.

Theory 3: It's Semblance related. Jaune can manipulate aura with his Semblance. Since aura is soul related, maybe fully realized version of his Semblance will allow him to communicated with the souls of the dead, literally hearing voices of martyrs. This one is most speculative and out there. I personally don't really believe this will happen, but I try to cover all bases.

Reason I suggest this theory is Jaune's Semblance awakening in Volume 5. In my Joan of Arc timeline theory, I equate Jaune saving Weiss to Joan saving duke of Alencon. She was warned by voices and told him to move away from the spot he was standing at. Some time later, artillery hit that spot and killed some nameless soldier. Joan saved Alencon's life thanks to her Voices and Jaune saved Weiss with his Semblance, if we fully equate events, then Voices=Semblance.

Theory 4: It's Indecisive King related. I'll once again link one of my previous theories since I go more into it there.

Long story short, Jaune=Joan=Widow from the story. At the end of the story, Widow put on Crown of Choice and saw the visions of the future which allowed her to resolve the story. Jaune will have literal visions after he uses Crown of Choice. Saints Joan saw in her visions were also carrying crowns, so that's another potential parallel.

It is also possible these theories are not mutually exclusive and we'll see Joan's voices realized through multiple ways.

Moving on to possible implications of Jaune either being influenced by his fallen comrades or having literal visions. What does it build up to?

Theory 1: Avenging Whiteknight

First I'll go for straightforward option. Pyrrha's death and her "voice" guided Jaune forward to find and fight Cinder. This is backed by Joan of Arc story where Joan is guided to meet Robert de Baudricourt (character which I equate to Cinder in my timeline theory). Jaune will continuously fight Cinder over the course of the story, eventually leading to him defeating her. This works with Theories 1 and 3, and partially with theory 2 I made above. Reason I paired this theory with Whiteknight ship is because Weiss is present during the major story points that contain Jaune's voices.

Jaune awakened his Semblance to save Weiss so she wouldn't share Pyrrha's fate. This is even referenced by Cinder taunting him that he is gonna let her die as well. So Pyrrha's "voice" or more specifically, lessons he learned from Pyrrha lead Jaune to awaken and save Weiss. If you believe that Penny is saint Catherine, this works once again. Penny's plea to Jaune lead once again to Jaune saving Weiss' life. If he didn't kill Penny, Cinder wouldn't have gotten distracted and would have killed Weiss on the spot. This theory rides what is seemingly current story trajectory (re-establishing Cinder as Jaune's personal enemy by making him kill Penny and Weiss' crush on him in volume 9).

Flaws I see with this interpretation is that if we go by multiple voices theory, there is no third voice. Alyx is odd one out and doesn't fit the mold here. So to complete this part of theory, we'll need new third martyr, preferably killed by Cinder and with something that can connect both Jaune and Weiss. It has potential to happen, but we'll have to wait and see.

Theory 2: Reedeming Knightfall

Here is my obligatory Knightfall shilling interpretation. Please understand, I only indirectly shilled for Knightfall in my previous theory and withdrawals are kicking in.

So yeah, Pyrrha is consistently guiding Jaune towards Cinder, but end point is Jaune redeeming Cinder, not killing her. Reason I go with this interpretation is because all three voices I listed in theory 2 and people Jaune couldn't save (although irony is that 2 out of 3 he couldn't save from Cinder herself). Cinder is on path that can only lead to her death and enslavement, she is doomed individual Jaune will save. Here is dandy little Cinder flowchart I made for my Indecisive King theory to quickly demonstrate that.

So, why would Jaune be the one to help her? Isn't Ruby more likely to do so considering she is the only one that can save her from her grimmification? Well, someone has to actually bring her to Ruby for that to happen and I have my reason to believe it's Jaune.

Indecisive King story. I'd suggest just reading my Indecisive King theory. Quick summary: Jaune=Widow, Cinder=King, King is plagued with visions of doomed future he cannot avoid. Widow used the vision of the future she saw and advice King gave her at the beginning of the story and helped him make the right choice.

It's consistent with my Joan of Arc interpretations. I'd suggest reading my Joan of Arc timeline theory. Cinder almost perfectly matches king Dauphin. Joan was guided by her voices to help the King. Voices in the story leading Jaune to help Cinder is logical conclusion if Jaune's story follows Joan's.

Alyx connection. Jaune's experience with Alyx will lead him to help Cinder in the end. Both Cinder and Alyx are selfish and villainous individuals who made the deal with powerful ancient being (Salem and CC respectively) to be granted their wish. Alyx had the crisis of faith after talking to Blacksmith and felt remorse for all the damage she did and wanted to make amends. However, she was instead killed by CC for breaking her promise. If we take Indecisive King into consideration, this could be valid speculation: Cinder's sees visions with the Crown (you could also make parallel between Blacksmith and Relic's ghost) and wants to make amends for all the damage she did. But instead of dying to Salem, Jaune saves her and allows her to be redeemed. This could explain why Jaune's involvement with Alyx was even present in the story.

Flaws with this theory is that relies a lot on speculative canon. While I can back most of these with literary references that seem to reference these potential future events, it's still up in the air.

What are your thoughts about the theories? Feel free to comment if I you have your own interpretations.

[sonicasura]

More like forced to transform to avoid a mine collapsing on them as they were visiting a mining operation for a upcoming school project. Then using her power to get everyone out, trapping herself until Tabiki came running to help her out by highjacking one of the mining drills and other equipments.

Unlike her dad, Akari's kaiju form ain't messed up. For lack of better words. Her human side managing to acutally keep her stable for the most part.

She takes a more reptilian form, mainly looking like a komodo dragon but a few other reptilian traits can be seen as well. And once again is half the size of your Kaiju!Kafka form the Skyscraper Softie Au. With a few fish like features on her tail and her hands and feet being webbed. And of course is clawed.

She sport a terrifying smile as well, as her mouth having teeth shaprer than axes and the size of small cars.

She also sports a mane running down her spine that can puff up to become some very sharp spikes that no sane kaiju wants to eat. She have gills around her neck, allowing her to breath underwater for however long she likes.

Much like her son and father, she sports a demonic white mask that covers her face. And she is for the most part coloured various shades of green and brown thanks having adapted to a forested and mountainous area since she was a babe.

And have the glowing cracks as well. Though hers are blue and far more uniformed than her dads. Its quite similare to how Kafka's canon form has it.

Hedgehog immediately came to mind when you mentioned the name.(My ass seriously needs to update Sonic x KN8 at some point.) Also Tabiki coming back for Akari despite what he witnessed is definitely a trait passed on to Kafka.

This incident probably changed what the two think of each other.

[dyxtd21]

Bixbyite aesthetic moodboard!!

Bixbyite:

Appearance: Bixbyite is an imposing and unusual monster, standing at an impressive height of 8'0" tall. Its body is covered in glossy, black skin that has a gooey, almost viscous texture, giving it a sinister and otherworldly appearance. This monstrous creature possesses a muscular build, exuding raw strength and power.

Bixbyite's sharp teeth are prominently displayed, capable of tearing through almost anything. Its eyes are reptilian-like, with vertical slits that glow with an eerie, amber light, hinting at its predatory nature and heightened senses. The creature is adorned with horns that curve menacingly from its forehead, adding to its fearsome visage.

One of Bixbyite's most striking features is its long tail, covered in spikes that can be used as formidable weapons in combat. The tail is highly flexible and strong, allowing for swift and lethal strikes. Its extremely long, snake-like tongue is both fascinating and terrifying, capable of extending great distances. At the base of the tongue, embedded securely, is the square-cut bixbyite gemstone, glowing with a deep, dark luster that adds an element of mystique to the creature.

Bixbyite's ability to switch between bipedal and quadrupedal stances adds to its versatility and agility in both hunting and combat scenarios. When standing on its hind legs, it towers over its prey and adversaries, using its height and powerful limbs to its advantage. When on all fours, it moves with surprising speed and stealth, making it a relentless hunter.

Personality: Bixbyite's personality is as dark and enigmatic as its appearance. It is highly intelligent and cunning, using its wits to outsmart both prey and enemies. There is a strategic and calculated aspect to its behavior, often planning its moves carefully before striking. Bixbyite is not driven by mindless aggression but by a deep, almost primal hunger for dominance and control over its territory.

Despite its fearsome appearance, Bixbyite is not entirely devoid of a sense of loyalty. It can form strong bonds with those it deems worthy, showing a surprising degree of protectiveness and camaraderie. However, earning Bixbyite's trust is no small feat, requiring both strength and respect.

Bixbyite communicates through a combination of guttural growls, hisses, and the occasional telepathic projection, allowing it to convey complex thoughts and commands. Its mental voice is deep and resonant, filled with an aura of ancient wisdom and raw power. It often uses this ability to instill fear or assert dominance over other creatures.

In addition, Bixbyite is one of the Elites (A 2nd high ranked gemstone)

[movieshadow98]

descendant of shadow

it would be cool if they can get shadow to have a descendant, shadow is captured and imprisoned and scientists take samples from him, but initially they don't use them and they stay there for years,then one day someone hears about the legend of ultimate lifeform and decides to investigate, and from that modern scientists decide to use the found samples and create another ultimate lifeform, it is same as shadow , only the streaks are black and the red fur and is more sociable and cheerful than shadow, but the power is equal,and has more Black arms features like an eclipse like tail and eyes are more reptilian and has spikes on her elbows,will be called blood for the red hair in practice it becomes the ultimate modern lifeform,

while shadow is still locked away in the depths of the planet

and for some strange reason no one knows what shadow looks like, all the photos and documents were burned

so people don't know the resemblance to the original

[wolfasketch]

💕👒🌈 for the fan kid asks!!

💕: which parent does your child tend to cling to? does it make the other parent jealous?

Yoshi tends to cling to Sky more while Karai is a big ol' daddy's girl! Ryu is in-between. It depends on his mood and/or what the issue is if there is one. And, nope! Neither Sky nor Raph get jealous!

👒: which physical traits does your child get from you? which do they get from your f/o?

They all get their fluff from Momma Sky and they're reptilian features from Papa Raph! Karai looks the most like her parents, being a cat with a snapping turtle shell. Yoshi looks like a green and brown otter pup with three fingers and toes. Ryu looks like a black and white cat with a turtle snout, turtle hands and spikes on his tail.

🌈: if applicable, who (from your f/o's source) would you make your child's godparents? who (out of your friends) would you make their godparents?

With Raph, he'd probably choose Mikey. Reasons for this are, one, Mikey is great with kids and you can't tell me otherwise, two, Mikey would probably call dibs. With Sky, she'd probably choose Yuichi. Reason is that, other than Hueso, Yui was the first Yokai she met and her first friend/brother.