#starting with increased height/horn length

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princess of magic and friendship ✨🌙

[wall-legion]

The Last of the First: Garrus Firstblood

Garrus was born the second of a litter of triplets to sire Vitus Bladesight and dam Domitia Nightcaster, and it was said to be lucky that she was an experienced dam at that point in her life because it was a difficult litter to bear and bring into the world. Garrus and his one of his two sisters, Fausta, survived: the runt, Horatia, would not. Such was the way of the world with litters that produced multiple cubs. Garrus was unremarkable when he was a young cub. He was polite and minded his elders, to be sure; he engaged with the other cubs his age in all the right ways; and when it came time for his entry into the fahrars he made it into a respectable enough one that made his parents proud. If one were looking for evidence of a future savior of Tyria that far back, one would be hard pressed to find any proof of concept. It was as he progressed in the fahrar that his true talents began to emerge. He had a knack for getting animals to trust him due to his quiet, patient nature. He was able to disappear into a crowd, in spite of his increasing height and horn length. His tracking skills became the talk of the higher-ups, in the fahrar and beyond. There were mentions of those in his extended family: “he’s the nephew of Liath Slaughterclaw, you know,” legionnaires would say in passing as they started talking about whether or not to recruit the young charr as the time grew closer. He found a group of friends in his fahrar, his first “practice warband” before they would be recruited into a larger one. They fought like they had always fought as a unit together. The legionnaires now truly sat up and took notice. At recruitment, Garrus was one of the first to be announced, called into the Ash Legion and recruited into the almost legendary First warband. He couldn’t believe his ears when everything was said and done; more so when his “practice” group was also recruited with him. It was like a dream come true. For a few weeks, everything seemed like it was going the way it should be. They were training with the First, they were outfitted with their new kits, and they had moved into their new quarters. They were given their official names, now that they were in the warband: Garrus remembered asking naively if the Blood Legion would be upset that he had been given the name Firstblood, and the old Ash legionnaire who had named him just laughed and laughed in response. Then there was the announcement: they were taking on a human ghost, someone called Duke Barradin, in his own tomb the next day. It was one ghost. How bad could it be? The answer would prove to be “very, very bad”, Garrus would think in retrospect, trying to not recall walking past crushed bodies or hearing muffled voices screaming for help under dusty rubble. Trying to not relive the memory of looking at Aulus Firstdawn, an elementalist his dam’s age, who had been singing something bawdy and racist about humans one moment and the next was just gone under a wall, and the weird vacuum that was the silence that followed. He helped get out who he could, but the legionnaires called for them to fall back after a while. Anyone who was left would be retrieved at a later date. But Garrus had performed so outstandingly, and in front of Rytlock Brimstone! Rytlock himself was impressed with the young charr and said he should be made legionnaire, to replace one of the ones who had died in the assault! Garrus returned to barracks, laid on his bunk still covered in grime and dust from the tomb, and tried to not weep like the cub he felt like. So many had asked him if he thought that was exciting: it wasn’t. It was horrifying. He did want to serve his warband, his legion, his people, but not at the expense of others dying. Not like this. But the wheels turned, and as a cog in the machine, Garrus turned with them. He was made legionnaire and, as it turned out, Rytlock had other and greater plans for the Ash Legion upstart who proved himself quick and clever in the tomb. Suddenly it wasn’t just legionnaire, it was going with Rytlock to Lion’s Arch whenever he met with (or, Garrus thought, perhaps “clashed with” would be more appropriate) his old guild. It was after one of these “visits” that Garrus decided he needed some time away from... well, everyone. He loaded up on supplies, and headed out into the fields with his pet at his heels. He was perfectly content that day to just spend some time training with his stalker, making sure that they were in tune with each other, and instead he found himself helping to defend an asura from a Flame Legion shaman. When it rains it pours, I guess, he mused, as he listened to her prattle for a bit before he could finally introduce himself. Her name was Qirri of Pazz. He wondered where Pazz was. It took a bit before he learned that asura introduced themselves as from their more accomplished parent, and Pazz was her sire. He never told her that he originally thought that her father was her hometown. He probably never will. Then it was “oh Garrus, you should meet with the three Orders; they have a conflict and I’d like your input on it”, which turned into him having to pick an Order to join. Naturally he chose Whispers; it was the closest to Ash Legion so it felt like a good fit for his skills. Qirri chose the Priory, and suddenly he had to leave the tiny asura to her own devices. After having traveled with her for weeks, there was a heart-rending loneliness in the idea of leaving her with someone else as they parted to train with their respective orders. But duty called, and as a responsible charr, he listened. And since then, duty seems to have been calling nonstop. First Claw Island (and the incident that led to necrotic damage to his right arm, causing Qirri to invent a glove to help stimulate the muscles in that arm and assist with drawing on his bow string). Then Zhaitan, then all of Scarlet Briar’s madness and machinations. Then Maguuma and Mordremoth (after sending Qirri home, because she got so sick and she was so mad, and he was certain he’d lost the only friend he was sure he’d ever had). After that it was off to the Crystal Desert and taking on Balthazar and actually dying and having to get himself and Vezz out of the Mists, then that musty bastard Palawa Joko, before finally facing down Kralkatorrik. In the middle of all that, hatching and raising the dragon Aurene with the guild, and teaching her to work with the mortals of Tyria instead of in opposition. In the midst of everything in Elona, a moment of reprieve: his guildmate Agaue, a fellow charr, accepted his advances. She doesn’t travel much though, having brought her mother to the Olmakhan charr. Her mother was a Flame Legion dam and treated horribly by that legion. The Olmakhan are treating both women with kindness and care. Garrus knows it’s what’s best for both of them, even though he misses Agaue terribly. Thinking for a moment there might be a breather, but no, his own people had to start a civil war because Imperator Ruinbringer had to want a dragon for himself (as if Aurene belonged to anyone!) and the charr as a whole. Thankfully it was subdued, but in the process the linked dragons Primordius and Jormag arose. Jormag and Primordius destroyed each other, and almost destroyed their champions, Ryland Steelcatcher and Braham Eirsson respectively, in the process but Aurene’s intervention saved them. Garrus had to intervene as Ryland attacked his parents, but when Ryland tried to stab Crecia he could not act in time to keep Rytlock from stopping their son by killing him. Having to follow Gorrik to Cantha to save him from being kidnapped by former Inquest member, now Aetherblade pirate Ankka, and having to navigating both jade tech and Canthan politics to figure out how to find the pirate and how to deal with the last Elder Dragon, Soo-Won. Dealing with the aftermath of Ankka’s actions when she used her device to attack Soo-Won and inflicting Void upon the world. And now... whatever’s going on in that mine. He’s tired. He hasn’t seen Agaue in ages. Hasn’t properly talked to her other than in letters. He’s so worried about Qirri. He’s worried about if he’s properly doing his duties to the Black Citadel since he hasn’t sired a cub yet. His right arm hurts all the time now, because of just how much fighting he’s done for ten years straight since the injury at Claw Island. Even the new glove Qirri made with jade tech only just takes the edge off, but he won’t tell her that. Worse still, he wants to be able to go home, but he’s pretty sure he doesn’t know where that is anymore.

[cagemasterfantasy]

Draconic Sorcery (Formerly Draconic Ancestry) (5.5e)

Your innate magic comes from the gift of a dragon. Perhaps an ancient dragon facing death bequeathed some of its magical power to you or your ancestor. You might have absorbed magic from a site infused with dragons’ power. Or perhaps you handled a treasure taken from a dragon’s hoard that was steeped in draconic power. Or you might have a dragon for an ancestor.

Level 3 Draconic Resilience: The magic in your body manifests physical traits of your draconic gift. Your Hit Point maximum increases by 3, and it increases by 1 whenever you gain another Sorcerer level.

Parts of you are also covered by dragon-like scales. While you aren’t wearing armor, your base Armor Class equals 10 plus your Dexterity and Charisma modifiers.

Level 3 Draconic Spells: When you reach a Sorcerer level specified below you thereafter always have the listed spells prepared

Level 3: Alter Self, Chromatic Orb, Command and Dragon's Breath

Level 5: Fear and Fly

Level 7: Arcane Eye and Charm Monster

Level 9: Legend Lore and Summon Dragon

Level 6 Elemental Affinity: Your draconic magic has an affinity with a damage type associated with dragons. Choose one of those types: Acid, Cold, Fire, Lightning, or Poison.

You have Resistance to that damage type, and when you cast a spell that deals damage of that type, you can add your Charisma modifier to one damage roll of that spell.

Level 14 Dragon Wings: As a Bonus Action, you can cause draconic wings to appear on your back. The wings last for 1 hour or until you dismiss them (no action required). For the duration, you have a Fly Speed of 60 feet.

Once you use this feature, you can’t use it again until you finish a Long Rest unless you spend 3 Sorcery Points (no action required) to restore your use of it.

Level 18 Dragon Companion: You can cast Summon Dragon without a Material component. You can also cast it once without a spell slot, and you regain the ability to cast it in this way when you finish a Long Rest.

Whenever you start casting the spell, you can modify it so that it doesn’t require Concentration. If you do so, the spell’s duration becomes 1 minute for that casting.

Spells

Alter Self is a level 2 Transmutation spell for Sorcerer and Wizard. Casting Time is 1 action Range is self Requires a Verbal and Somatic component. Duration is Concentration up to 1 hour.

You alter your physical form. Choose one of the following options. Its effects last for the duration, during which you can take a Magic action to replace the option you chose with a different one. Aquatic Adaptation: You sprout gills and grow webs between your fingers. You can breathe underwater and gain a Swim Speed equal to your Speed. Change Appearance: You alter your appearance. You decide what you look like, including your height, weight, facial features, sound of your voice, hair length, coloration, and other distinguishing characteristics. You can make yourself appear as a member of another species, though none of your statistics change. You can't appear as a creature of a different size, and your basic shape stays the same; if you're bipedal, you can't use this spell to become quadrupedal, for instance. For the duration, you can take a Magic action to change your appearance in this way again. Natural Weapons: You grow claws (Slashing), fangs (Piercing), horns (Piercing), or hooves (Bludgeoning). When you use your Unarmed Strike to deal damage with that new growth, it deals 1d6 damage of the type in parentheses instead of dealing the normal damage for your Unarmed Strike, and you use your spellcasting ability modifier for the attack and damage rolls rather than using Strength.

Chromatic Orb is a level 1 Evocation spell for Sorcerer and Wizard. Casting Time is 1 action Range is 90 feet Requires a Verbal and Somatic and spell ingredient is a Diamond worth at least 50 gold pieces. Duration is Instantaneous.

You hurl an orb of energy at a target within range. Choose Acid, Cold, Fire, Lightning, Poison, or Thunder for the type of orb you create, and then make a ranged spell attack against the target. On a hit, the target takes 3d8 damage of the chosen type. If you roll the same number on two or more of the d8s, the orb leaps to a different target of your choice within 30 feet of the target. Make an attack roll against the new target, and make a new damage roll. The orb can't leap again unless you cast the spell with a level 2+ spell slot. Using a Higher-Level Spell Slot: The damage increases by 1d8 for each spell slot level above 1. The orb can leap a maximum number of times equal to the level of the slot expended, and a creature can be targeted only once by each casting of this spell.

Command is a level 1 Enchantment spell for Bard Cleric Paladin. Casting Time is 1 action Range is 60 feet Requires a Verbal component and Duration is Instantaneous.

You speak a one-word command to a creature you can see within range. The target must succeed on a Wisdom saving throw or follow the command on its next turn. Choose the command from these options: Approach: The target moves toward you by the shortest and most direct route, ending its turn if it moves within 5 feet of you. Drop: The target drops whatever it is holding and then ends its turn. Flee: The target spends its turn moving away from you by the fastest available means. Grovel: The target is Prone and then ends its turn. Halt: On its turn, the target doesn't move and takes no action or Bonus Action. Using a Higher-Level Spell Slot: You can affect one additional creature for each spell slot level above 1.

Dragon's Breath is a level 2 Transmutation spell for Sorcerer and Wizard. Casting Time is a Bonus Action Range is Touch Requires a Verbal and Somatic component and Spell Ingredient is a hot pepper. Duration is Concentration up to 1 minute.

You touch one willing creature, and choose Acid, Cold, Fire, Lightning, or Poison. Until the spell ends, the target can take a Magic action to exhale a 15-foot Cone. Each creature in that area makes a Dexterity saving throw, taking 3d6 damage of the chosen type on a failed save or half as much damage on a successful one. Using a Higher-Level Spell Slot: The damage increases by 1d6 for each spell slot level above 2.

Fear is a level 3 Illusion spell for Bard Sorcerer Warlock and Wizard. Casting Time is 1 action Range is self Requires a Verbal and Somatic component and Spell Ingredient is a white feather. Duration is Concentration up to 1 minute.

Each creature in a 30-foot Cone must succeed on a Wisdom saving throw or drop whatever it is holding and be Frightened for the duration. A Frightened creature takes the Dash action and moves away from you by the safest route on each of its turns unless there is nowhere to move. If the creature ends its turn in a space where it doesn't have line of sight to you, the creature makes a Wisdom saving throw. On a successful save, the spell ends on that creature.

Fly is a level 3 Transmutation spell for Sorcerer Warlock and Wizard. Casting Time is 1 Action Range is Touch and requires a Verbal and Somatic component and spell ingredient is a feather Duration is Concentration up to 10 minutes.

You touch a willing creature. For the duration, the target gains a Fly Speed of 60 feet and can hover. When the spell ends, the target falls if it is still aloft unless it can stop the fall. Using a Higher-Level Spell Slot: You can target one additional creature for each spell slot level above 3.

Arcane Eye is a level 4 Divination spell unique to Wizard. Casting Time is 1 action Range is 30 feet Requires a Verbal and Somatic component and Spell Ingredient is a bit of bat fur. Duration is Concentration up to 1 hour.

You create an Invisible, invulnerable eye within range that hovers for the duration. You mentally receive visual information from the eye, which can see in every direction. It also has Darkvision with a range of 30 feet. As a Bonus Action, you can move the eye up to 30 feet in any direction. A solid barrier blocks the eye's movement, but the eye can pass through an opening as small as 1 inch in diameter.

Charm Monster is a level 4 Enchantment spell for Bard Druid Sorcerer Warlock and Wizard. Casting Time is 1 action Range is 30 feet Requires a Verbal and Somatic component and Duration is 1 hour.

One creature you can see within range makes a Wisdom saving throw. It does so with Advantage if you or your allies are fighting it. On a failed save, the target is Charmed until the spell ends or until you or your allies damage it. The Charmed creature is Friendly to you. When the spell ends, the target knows it was Charmed by you. Using a Higher-Level Spell Slot: You can target one additional creature for each spell slot level above 4.

Legend Lore is a level 5 Divination spell for Bard Cleric and Wizard. Casting Time is 10 minutes Range is Self Requires a Verbal and Somatic component and Spell ingredient is Incense worth at least 250 gold pieces which the spell consumes and 4 ivory Strips worth at least 50 gold pieces each. Duration is Instantaneous.

Name or describe a famous person, place, or object. The spell brings to your mind a brief summary of the significant lore about that famous thing, as described by the DM. The lore might consist of important details, amusing revelations, or even secret lore that has never been widely known. The more information you already know about the thing, the more precise and detailed the information you receive is. That information is accurate but might be couched in figurative language or poetry, as determined by the DM. If the famous thing you chose isn't actually famous, you hear sad musical notes played on a trombone, and the spell fails.

Summon Dragon is a level 5 Conjuration spell unique to Wizard. Casting Time is 1 action Range is 60 feet Requires a Verbal and Somatic component and spell ingredient is an object with the image of a dragon engraved on it worth at least 500 gold pieces. Duration is Concentration up to 1 hour

You call forth a Dragon spirit. It manifests in an unoccupied space that you can see within range and uses the Draconic Spirit stat block. The creature disappears when it drops to 0 Hit Points or when the spell ends.

The creature is an ally to you and your allies. In combat, the creature shares your Initiative count, but it takes its turn immediately after yours. It obeys your verbal commands (no action required by you). If you don’t issue any, it takes the Dodge action and uses its movement to avoid danger.

Using a Higher-Level Spell Slot: Use the spell slot’s level for the spell’s level in the stat block.

Draconic Spirit stat block

AC: 14+the spell's level

Hp: 50+10 for each spell level above 5

Speed: 30ft on land a flying speed of 60 ft and a swimming speed of 30 ft

Strength: 19 (+4) Dexterity: 14 (+2) Constitution 17 (+3) Intelligence 10 (+0) Wisdom 14 (+2) Charisma: 14 (+2)

Resistance to Acid Cold Fire Lightning and Poison damage and can't be Charmed Frightened or Poisoned.

Has Blindsight to a range of 30ft and Darkvision to a range of 60ft

It only speaks Draconic but understands any language you know but can't speak them

Traits

Shared Resistances: When you summon the spirit, choose one of its Resistances. You have Resistance to the chosen damage type until the spell ends.

Actions

Multiattack: The spirit makes a number of Rend attacks equal to half the spell’s level (round down), and it uses Breath Weapon.

Rend: Melee Attack: Bonus equals your spell attack modifier, reach 10 feet. Hit:1d6 + 4 + the spell’s level Piercing damage.

Breath Weapon: Dexterity Saving Throw: DC equals your spell save DC, each creature in a 30-foot Cone. Failure: 2d6 damage of a type this spirit has Resistance to (your choice when you cast the spell). Success: Half damage

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[flecks-of-stardust]

[image description: a series of pencil drawings of Greenpath Vessel (Orchid), Ghost, and the Hollow Knight (Glimmer)’s shells, from top to bottom respectively. From left to right, it shows how their shells change as they progress through each molt. Ghost and Orchid’s shells mostly elongate as they molt, the bottoms of their heads sharpening into a soft point and the tops of their heads rounding out. A note above their shells remarks along the same lines. Their eyes also flatten and tilt more as they progress through their molts, Glimmer’s eyes most so. They all start with round, elliptical eyes; Glimmer’s eyes are the flattest and the most slanted by their final molts.

Orchid’s horns get much thicker as they molt and also curve significantly more, particularly their lower pair of horns, which curves around to the back of their head, then curve back outwards again. They are hidden behind their upper pair of horns, but are drawn in with dashed lines. Ghost’s horns retain the same bowed look, but each individual horn prong elongates and separates from the others as they progress through their molts. They also get an extra prong on the outer edge of their horns in their second molt, right where the bend of their horn is the most extreme. In their final molt, Ghost’s horns somewhat mimic branches, and Orchid has lost the vaguely flower like appearance that they had before their first molt. Notably, an arrow pointing to one of Ghost’s horns as they are in their first molt remarks that they ‘should curve more. I ran out of space.’

Glimmer’s growth progresses differently, in a markedly more extreme manner. Their head elongates faster than their siblings’ do, and their horns also increase in thickness much more dramatically, to the point where their head shape is completely obscured in their last molt. A dashed line that curves slightly marks where their horn starts and their head ends. Their horns pull away from each other somewhat as they progress through their molts, and their horn prongs also pull away from each other and lengthen at the same time. They also get their third pair of prongs during their second molt, protruding out near their head. Next to their face is a short note that says ‘all horn’ with a sad face, and their characteristic scar is present on their face, striking through their right eye.

There are a variety of bar marks next to their faces, both providing an easier way to measure the lengths of their various proportions, and to compare relative lengths. To the right of Glimmer’s head is a bar with a star next to it; a similar bar is next to one of their horns, placed parallel to a long bar that measures their horn length. The ratio between the two lengths is longer than one to three. There is a bar to the left of their face, to the right of their second molt, and to the right of Ghost’s final molt, each of them marked with triangles. Notes pointing to them indicate that all of them are the same length, emphasizing that the height of Glimmer’s head in their second molt is the same as that of Ghost’s head in their final molt, and the height of their head in their final molt is slightly taller still. Similar bars marked with a circle are next to Ghost’s second molt and Glimmer’s first molt. One final bar next to Ghost’s final molt marks out the height of their horns, putting the ratio between that and the height of their head to be less than two to one. end image description]

uhhhhhhhhh i hope this makes sense to other people. i feel like i fumbled the id GHJKDSHJK

i didn’t have room to fit lheki on here as well, but i’ll be drawing their horns too on a fresh page. this is mostly a rough estimate of how the vessels’ shells develop through their molts, and the focus here was to make glimmer’s development look as fucked up as i could. i Hope i achieved it. anything i said about their proportions looking passable until you measure them is untrue now, because their final molt looks Really ganked. i felt bad drawing it honestly.

which, like. is the point. at least with how i figure their proportions work and how they wound up that way through their development, their growth was really unnatural and accelerated to a dangerous degree. so they noticeably look really messed up, even to someone who doesn’t know how vessels work. granted, fully molted vessels in general look a little unsettling to the average bug, but glimmer has a much more pronounced effect on them. if it looks like it hurts, that was the point and also yes it does. :(

[hongism]

a little taste - j. yunho 18+

day 20 of kinktober: oral fixation - jeong yunho  warnings: cock warming ((in mouth)), oral sex: m, lazy sex, cum swallowing, finger sucking, oral fixation  wc: 1.4k  genre: pwp, smut, 18+

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“Baby, could I ask you something?” With a loud pop, you tug your lollipop out and fiddle with your thumbs as you look at Yunho’s back. He is seated at his desk, papers in front of him and pen in hand. He barely glances up when you speak but releases a hum of acknowledgment to signify his interest in your words. “Could I… could I have you in my mouth?”

That grabs Yunho’s attention by the horns, and he spins in his chair to face you. Eyes as wide as saucers, Yunho blinks at you with nothing but surprise on his features. That quickly devolves though, and all of a sudden, Yunho’s eyes flash with lust. He motions for you to come forward, one finger crooking and enticing you to come closer. You almost trip on the carpet as you rush towards him, and the lollipop in your hand drops to the floor without a care in the world. Your knees soon hit the floor too, but Yunho grabs hold of your chin to still your sudden movements before you can wrap your fingers around the growing erection in his pants.

“Hold on, hold on,” he mutters. You bring your gaze to his face in search of the hesitation. Instead, you find eyes so blown out with desire that you can barely see the color of his irises. “Have my fingers for a bit first.” 

You take the digits with enthusiasm, letting Yunho push three fingers between your lips. The weight on your tongue is intoxicating. He smiles at the satisfied expression that crosses your features before turning back to his desk and returning to his work. The angle isn’t uncomfortable for either of you, a bit difficult to work around at first, but after a bit of shifting on both ends, you have what you wanted this whole time.

Having something between your lips, the weight of it on your tongue, the drag over your palate – it’s all soothing in a way. You can’t explain it well in all honesty: the first time you brought it up with Yunho, you’re relatively certain that it was a disaster. He understands the appeal of it now, and he’s always more than willing to provide for you whenever you ask for it. Sometimes he’ll bring it up himself when he can see that stress and anxiety are eating away at your mind, which is more than can be said for the exes you’ve had in the past. 

You don’t move for quite some time; instead, you just let his fingers rest in your mouth as you grow used to the sensation. When you finally start sucking at them, Yunho clears his throat and tries to conceal the tent in his sweatpants. He really tries his best to not get affected by your ministrations since it isn’t about getting him off. As bad as he feels about it, you really see no problem with it and have no qualms sucking him off after the heights of the fixation pass. For now, however, you nip at the tips of his index and middle finger, catching his ring finger with your tongue and swirling the wet muscle around it. You release a small hum, vibrations causing Yunho’s digits to twitch against your tongue, then you pull off with a wet pop. 

“Could I please have your cock now?” You ask, lower lip pouting out as you rest your hands on top of Yunho’s muscled thighs. He glances down at you and swallows roughly. All he offers in response is a sharp nod, but when you snake your hands up to the band of his sweatpants, he helps you tug them down. There’s no underwear to pull down – a sight that draws a pitchy laugh out of you. You shut up rather quickly though in your eagerness to get his member in your mouth. He’s half-hard already, and the second you wrap your lips around him, his cock twitches and hardens a bit more. Muscles strain as he tries to keep still, and you’re certain that if you looked up at his face, you’d see furrowed brows and eyes squeezed shut. 

“F-Fuck, I’m extra sensitive today, darling. I’m sorry,” he groans out. You pull off his cock, letting the tip rest against your slightly swollen lips.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m feeling better already. Only a little bit more, and you can fuck my mouth after?” Yunho’s hips buck off the chair, cock slipping up to hit your nose on accident, and he releases a nervous and shaky laugh.

“You can’t say stuff like that,” he whines when you return his laugh with one of your own.

“Sorry, love,” you chuckle before bringing him back to your tongue. The sheer size of his member is nothing if not impressive, which is why it is always so addicting to have him in your mouth like this. You have to resist the urge to hum, not wanting to overstimulate him too much like this until you’re ready to. You’re always extra careful to not use your teeth while sucking gently at his length. So when a loud moan escapes his lips as you graze his cock head with your teeth, you are both equally startled by the sound.

“I – uh, wow, sorry,” Yunho chokes out, red rushing up his neck as he tries to hide his face.

“Did that feel good?” You ask. It’s a genuine question, but it only serves to make Yunho more embarrassed. The sight of his flushed cheeks and leaking cock flips a switch in you. It seems that he’s going to be getting what he wants sooner than expected because you really want to drag that moan out of him a second time. Thus, you drop your lips over his dick and take him as far as you can until he presses against the back of your throat. As you drop down on him, you let your teeth lightly run over his length again. It pulls another moan from his lips, this time one that is choked and a bit muffled. Yunho presses his head into his arms and falls forward until his elbows hit the desk. You can’t keep from giggling as you see his reaction, vibrations running through his cock and causing his back to arch almost painfully.

“O-Oh shit, shit, Y/N,” he mumbles. One hand reaches down to tangle in your hair, the other staying on the desk to cushion his face, and you let him push your head up and down along his dick. “Fuck, you feel so good.” 

Your response is a drawn-out moan. Yunho increases his pace as he exhales a shaky sigh. You both know he won’t last long like this, which is why when his weak thrusts start to stutter, you relax your throat to let him cum down it. He must feel the muscles moving around him because he releases one final moan. Heat burns your throat as hot spurts of cum spill into your mouth, and you manage to take every last drop without choking. 

“That was – shit, yeah, that was unexpected,” Yunho gasps out, bringing his face off the table.

“Hot though,” you hum back with a shit-eating grin tugging at the corners of your lips. 

“Oh hush. You’re the hot one here.”

“Eh, quit trying to flatter me and eat me out instead.” You mean it as a teasing remark, not expecting anything from him in return since he already let you use his fingers and cock for so long, but Yunho practically tackles you to the ground and presses a kiss to your jawline.

“Only if you let me fuck you after.”

“You have yourself a deal, babe.”

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a/n: this one was a bit hard to write eep i hope you enjoy nonetheless!!!

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Vignette 2 - Miss Eleanor Wellesley III’s Adventuring Guide for Young Ladies of Quality

The following text is an excerpt from the Miss Eleanor Wellesley III’s Adventuring Guide for Young Ladies of Quality, specifically, a section from Chapter I: Starting and Adventure

On Being Underestimated

As you introduce yourself to your adventuring party, you may find that some of the other members can feel dubious about you being a capable adventurer based on your appearance. Sadly, this is not an uncommon situation, and the reasons for this are numerous, although most of them are unfounded. Firstly, since very few young ladies of Quality try their hand at adventuring, people are simply not used to the sight of one vying for a spot in a real adventure. Secondly, some of them may have prejudices against you based on your youth, your slight frame (though, of course, not all young ladies need to be daintily built), or more commonly, your gender.

Should you be met with this attitude by members of your prospective adventuring group, or worse, get directly challenged about it in conversation, keep your wits about you and do not be disheartened. As a young lady of Society, you are no doubt accustomed to rising above situations where people belittle your intellect, opinions, and prowess. These perceptions are borne out of ignorance which you must correct. Age is not an assurance of wisdom or experience, what many may lack in strength, they can make up for in cunning, and there is nothing on earth that can stand against a young girl with enough determination. If you are prepared to face ghouls and dragons, then you should be able to make short work of a rube's ignorance.

One can avoid, or at least, mitigate, the problem of being underestimated by projecting a look of competence to your party. I do not simply mean that you should use illusion magic to disguise yourself as, say, a grizzled middle-aged dwarf that is bristling with weapons. I mean that you should keep your dress, deportment, and gear in a manner befitting of an adventurer. Keep your weapons and metal armor well oiled and free from rust. Be sure not to make too much of a fuss about the paltry living conditions you will have to endure, which may be significantly more modest than what you are used to at home.  As I will discuss at length in the section on Dress, be sure to wear working and businesslike clothes appropriate for the occasion. It is the height of impoliteness to be clothed in something entirely too ostentatious and impractical for an adventurer's work.

If, despite your attempts, you still find yourself being given doubting looks by your group, there is nothing to it but to assure them of your qualities. Do not let show that you are intimidated by them, no matter how imposing they may appear. It matters not if they have glowing eyes, devil horns, or the scales of a fish, you must speak to them in a respectful, professional, and confident tone which brooks no question that you are just as qualified to have a place in the party as they are. Avoid being too boisterous and grandstanding as it may sound either off-puttingly boastful to some, or hollow and false to others. Only be confrontational when somebody questions your ability to take part in dangerous quests, or makes disparaging comments to the same effect.

Should this happen, a sharp retort is usually enough to get the offending person to back down. During my first adventure, the eight-foot tall goliath barbarian offered to instead act as my bodyguard for the expedition (and in a patronising tone, if I may add), to which I replied that if he is worried about any danger, perhaps it should be I who must act as his bodyguard, if he is willing to pay my fee. If you need to, do not hesitate to do a small demonstration of your abilities. However, should it be necessary to prove yourself by way of a duel, avoid maiming or mortally injuring a potential member of your party, and instead end the duel with first blood.

If you follow these simple guides, you should be able to prevail over your party's initial misgivings about your abilities. Be that as it may, remember that is still acceptable even if you do not completely win everybody over during your first meeting. You can always let your skills and strengths speak for themselves during the course of your first few quests. Sometimes, there is even a benefit to being underestimated, as your foes are less likely to suspect that you are dangerous and should be targeted, and you could be more useful in missions of espionage and intrigue. Your party will soon be your friends and allies as you take on the challenges of your profession, and it is alright if your simple appearance belies some surprises which will ultimately work to increase your esteem in their eyes.

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The Bodyguard

Characters: Female Reader, Male Minotaur, Multiple other Monsters Content: NSFW/Grapefruit, Gloryhole, Voyeur/Exhibitionism, Light Domination, Bodyguard Trope, Multiple Partners, Kink Club, Oral Sex (Fetallio), Facials/Semen, Handjob, Fingering,  PIV Sex, Some Violence (non-graphic), Angst Wordcount: ~4000 Notes: A very late Kinktober story for @monster-bait​ which starts immediately with the porn then hits you with some feels. This story is super explicit, so please triple check the tags at the top before reading.

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The booth is small, and in another venue it might have been dingy. Here at the Velvet Room though, it’s shockingly clean despite being set up as a gloryhole. There’s a chair in one corner, a gel kneepad if you want it, and a refreshment cart near the switch that lets you toggle the lights outside indicating whether you’re servicing folks or not. Three of the walls have holes drilled in them at a few key heights, to allow anyone short or tall be serviced comfortably. You’d expect nothing less of the most exclusive kink club in town.

You take a few steadying breaths, and look over at your minotaur bodyguard in the corner. He’s large, filling the space with his bulk, his dark fur and hair fading into his black tee and jeans. In this small space, it’s already warm so he’s taken off his coat. You can see his shoulder holsters, reminding you that he has a specific job to do; he’s not here for fun. Not like you.

You offer him a wobbly smile.

“You okay?” Xavier asks. His voice is a rich rumble. He shifts in his seat, leaning forward, making the light glint off the gold bands on his horns, and the gold ring in his nose.

“Nervous,” you tell him. That word doesn’t quite do it justice, but it’s as close as you can get.

“We can just go home if you don’t want to do this anymore,” His voice is calm and even, and you want to curl up in his lap and nuzzle against him. But he’s your bodyguard, not your boyfriend, so you can’t do that. It crosses the line to unprofessional behavior, and while both of you toe the line, neither of you violate it.

“No,” You say, shaking your head. “I’m just… what if I do poorly?”

“You won’t.” The amusement fills his voice, and you can hear him fighting down laughter. Your feelings would be hurt if not what he says next. “You’re amazing at everything you put your mind to.”

His words do something to you, and you feel the heat low in your belly. You think he’s got a bit of a voyeuristic streak, though nothing he’s ever said has confirmed it. There’s just something about the weight of his gaze, the way his dark eyes watch you. You’ve noticed it before, noticed the way he looked at you wasn’t strictly professional, so you put on a show for him as you remove the tiny black dress you’ve worn to get to the club. It’s barely decent, only just hiding lingerie that you’d spent far too much on. He appreciates the show; the way he looks at it, the way he looks at you as you undress is intense.

You break eye contact to turn on the light indicating that you’re in the room and ready to service people. You’re calmer now that you’ve been reminded that you’re here because you want to be, and you can leave at any time. But you’re nervous in a different way. Xavier is watching. Xavier is watching. You fight the urge to look at him again, and instead turn to survey the available holes.

It doesn’t take long at all for an erect penis to slide through a hole in the wall. This one is human or fae, you think by the size and coloration. You reach for it tentatively, stroking it at first with your fingers, and are pleased to see it jump in response to your touch.

You glance over at Xavier and make eye contact as you tuck your hands behind your back and lick the length of the cock sticking through the wall. You tease it with your tongue, tasting it a bit before wrapping your lips around it and taking it into your mouth. You bob your head and find your rhythm, easing into a comfortable groove that pushes your partner toward their climax. It doesn’t take the person on the other side long at all; your only warning that they’re about to come is the subtle twitch of their cock and a groan from the other side of the wall. You prepare yourself for the flood of semen that inevitably fills your mouth.

They withdraw from the hole. You spit into a trashcan.

Xavier chuckles, and passes you a bottle of water. You rinse your mouth and glance around the room, but nobody else has arrived yet. So far this is entertaining, but you were hoping for a bit more. Xavier’s still just watching you, and you can see from the bulge in his pants that he’s enjoying the show.

You wonder if he’d let you touch him. If you’d be allowed to service him. It’s something you’ve thought about before, many times if you’re honest with yourself. He’s big and gorgeous, and he’s always there. You’ve admired the breadth of his shoulders, the tightness of his ass, the way he fills out a suit when he’s on formal detail, and the way he looks in casual clothes when he’s supposed to blend in with the crowd around you. You think about your fantasies, and wonder how reality would align. You’ve never been able to find out; that professional boundary has always been in the way.

Another penis slides through a different hole. This one juts upward, its green color and height tell you it’s probably a goblin. It’s uncut, darker near the tip than the base. You run your hands along it, pumping it a few times, feeling the way the foreskin moves before you take as much as you can into your mouth. Your lips stretch obscenely around it and you can’t take all of it, but you do your best. The tip hits the back of your throat, teasing your gag reflex, so you ease off some, using your hands to satisfy instead.

Two quick raps on the wall of the gloryhole are all that warn you this time of imminent ejaculation. You try to catch it in your mouth, but there’s a lot, and it ends up making a mess on your face, and spilling onto your chest. Xavier hands you a damp towel without a word, and you clean up quickly, before the next person can discover the “now servicing” light.

“Ugh,” you say with a scowl. “I paid too much for this bra to have it get crusty with strangers’ jizz.”

“Take it off then.” Xavier says. He’s far too casual with the suggestion, and it gives him away. You’re both about to cross a line, and you’re both very aware of it. Though you knew by bringing him here you were pushing that line, there wasn’t any other bodyguard you’d have been willing to bring. You hope that Xavier is as certain about this as you are, because you don’t think you can move back from this, once the line is crossed.

You remove your bra, unfastening it and flinging it aside in one smooth gesture. Xavier glances at it, and then back at you. He seems to drink in the sight of you, particularly your now bare breasts. Your nipples are already pebbled with excitement, but the way he looks at you makes them feel tighter, somehow. You bring your fingers up and caress your breasts, giving Xavier a show. He doesn’t seem to be breathing, just clenching the arms of the chair and staring at you hungrily.

Emboldened by his gaze, you slide one of your hands down along your belly and into your panties. You’re already soaking wet with need, from the weight of Xavier’s gaze, and from the cocks you’ve already serviced tonight. You part your folds and brush your finger against your clit. Even that light touch has you gasping.  

“Does that feel good?” He asks, his voice a deeper rumble than usual. You watch him watch you, see the way his gaze focuses intently on where your hand moves inside your panties.

“Yes,” you say, circling your clit slowly, drawing this out.

You see movement from the corner of your eye. Another penis has arrived. This one is different, bulbous and red. You go to touch it, but Xavier interrupts.

“Only use your mouth. Keep touching yourself,” He says. He’s got that tone of command in his voice that you reflexively listen to. It’s saved your life before, but now he’s using it for a very different purpose. “No cumming.”

An undignified whine escapes your lips. It’s completely unbecoming of a woman of your status, but here in this room you don’t care about any of that. You obey him to the best of your ability, using one hand on the wall to steady yourself, keeping the other in your panties, teasing slowly.

You rub your cheek against the cock, feeling the ridges against your skin, and the way it seems to be self-lubricated. You wonder what kind of creature this belongs to, but you’re not experienced enough to know. A careful lick ensures that it doesn’t taste awful before you begin working at it with your mouth. Kissing along the sides of the shaft, rubbing against it a bit before taking it between your lips.

You hear a groan from the other side of the wall, and you feel it press a little bit further forward. It hits the back of your throat, but you’re aroused enough at this point that you’re able to ignore your gag reflex and swallow it down. Your fingers work faster on your clit, and you’re struggling to focus on both the motion of your fingers and the penis thrusting at you. The speed of their thrusts increase as they get closer to their climax, and they become more uncoordinated. There’s two quick knocks against the wall just before they shoot their load into your throat.

Determinedly you swallow this time.

You hear a whispered “thank you” from the other side of the wall.

Xavier hands you the water bottle again. Watches as you rinse your mouth out.

“You’re so gorgeous right now.” He says. “I want to bend you over and fuck you.”

“Yessssss.” The words come out as more of a hiss than anything else as you hit your climax at the mere suggestion of him filling you. Your head falls back and you moan. Sensation washes over you, and you feel yourself clench. It’s not an earth shattering orgasm, but it’s a good start to the evening.

Xavier’s got his pants undone, his erect cock out, one of his hands working it slowly. It’s big, enough that you know it’d hit every nerve just right. If you crossed the room right now and just climbed on his lap, you could hold his horns and ride his gorgeous cock. You want it more than you’ve wanted anything before.

You slide your panties down your hips, and off, standing nude in front of Xavier for the first time, just as another penis slides through a hole.

“I could fuck this one…” you say.

He growls.

“No.” He says, his gorgeous face twisted into a scowl. He doesn’t like the idea of you fucking anyone else, though he’s still tied up enough in his role as your bodyguard that he won’t touch you yet.

“Okay.” You say, ignoring the waiting penis for a moment longer in favor of soothing Xavier. You close the gap between the two of you, running your hands over his furrowed brow. “If you don’t want to watch that, then I won’t do it.”

You lean in and rub your cheek against his, feeling the softness of his fur against your skin. He doesn’t move, doesn’t raise a hand to touch you. Not yet. But he relaxes. You feel the long exhale of tension leave his body, a gust of air over your back.

“How do you want me to serve this one?” You ask, your voice a sultry whisper in his ear.

“Just your hands.” He says, just before you feel one of his hands come up and cup your breast. Internally you sing in triumph. Large fingers tease your nipple, mimicking the way you’d touched yourself earlier. You arch into his touch, whimper softly into his ear so he can hear what he’s doing to you.

“Whatever you want,” you say, and you hope he picks up the full meaning of your words.

Slowly you pull away from him, kissing him gently before you cross back over to where there’s now two cocks waiting in side-by-side holes. One is the dark black of a shadow-being, the other looks as though it might belong to a demon. You glance at Xavier, lube up your hands, and grab both at once. You pump them carefully, to the same rhythm.

It takes just enough concentration that you don’t realize Xavier is coming up behind you until you feel him press against your back. He’s big and warm, and hard. He seems more focused on you than himself though, as his hands rove over your body. He leans down so he can nibble on your neck, scraping blunt teeth against tender flesh as one hand teases your nipple and the other slides between your soaked folds.

“I hope this is what you meant when you said whatever I want.” His lips close to your ear when he speaks, his voice rough and deep with need. He nuzzles against the spot just below your earlobe.

“Yessss.” You breathe.

His finger plunges into you, filling you as his thumb finds your clit. Your hands slow on the cocks in front of you.  It’s perfect, and you want more. You want to feel him stretch you, want to feel his hands gripping your hips as he fucks you hard. You’re so focused on the way he’s touching you and the fantasies of more, that your hands nearly stop moving. Xavier withdraws his finger. You lean into him and look up into his face, so familiar, and yet so new in this situation, silently begging him to continue what he was doing.

“Focus,” Xavier says, that stern hint of command in his voice. “If you stop, I stop.”

A whine is your only response, but you pick up your speed again, trying to split your attention between the feelings the minotaur behind you is evoking and the handjobs you’re giving. He chuckles, and you feel the vibrations of his chest against your back, just as much as you hear it. You love this, and you want more, but he’s also so wicked with this, expecting you to multitask.

Another finger slides into you, stretching your channel. You arch against him, chasing the feeling. He pumps his fingers quickly, drawing you toward your climax. You get distracted from the handjobs, and he slows once more. You whine, and are rewarded with a quick slap on the ass. You love it, and you know he must feel you tighten around his fingers.

“Keep going,” he tells you. “You’ve got a job to do, and you only get your reward if you do it well.”

You press back against him, wiggling your ass. He bites your ear and growls at you: a warning. You grin, but focus harder on the handjobs. The sooner they’re done, the better. A rapid tap against the wall warns you that your guests are nearing completion, and then one after the other they ejaculate onto you. The mess coats your hands, which you quickly press against the wall to steady yourself.

“Come for me,” Xavier growls into your ear.

You struggle to stay upright, writhing and mewling as a second orgasm overtakes you. One big arm wraps around you, and he holds you tight, playing your body expertly, drawing your climax out until you hit the point of overstimulation.

“Ah” You gasp, squirming away from his hand. “Too much.”

“Sorry.” He says, withdrawing his fingers and instead focusing on gentle kisses elsewhere for a moment.  “Stay right there” Xavier murmurs into your ear. You nod, and hold your position as he rises and moves away. He turns off the ‘now servicing’ light, and grabs some wet-wipes to clean your hands.

You’re still on your knees, looking up at him through your lashes. His erection bobs at face-level, giving you a tempting view of his cock. It’s large, but not overwhelmingly so, uncut, and thick. You hold his eyes as you lean forward and lick it. He doesn’t stop you, so, emboldened you begin to take more of him into your mouth. He reaches for you, tangling one of his hands in your hair, not pressuring you, just holding you as you work to take his entire length into your mouth.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re so good at this baby.”

You want to smile, pleased by the way he seems to be melting under your ministrations, but your mouth is otherwise occupied. Instead you show your pleasure by redoubling your efforts, using your tongue and lips to tease as you increase suction, pulling him further into your mouth. You relax your throat and try to swallow him all. He groans, and you feel his fingers clench in your hair.

He pulls your mouth off his cock, spins you around and presses you against the wall, entering you from behind. From this angle he feels huge, and you know if you weren’t so wet from everything you’d been doing tonight, it might have hurt a bit, but he slides home easily. You love the way he’s manhandling you, love the way he’s rutting into you, growling in your ear about how you’re his, and he’s going to fuck you until you can’t walk. You’re relishing the feel of his huge body covering yours, the way he feels thrusting into you, and you’re so close to your climax.

Then there’s a bang just outside the door. You both know that sound.

In an instant, everything is chaos.

Xavier pushes you to the ground, covering you with his jacket. His gun is in his hand and he’s standing over you. The door is kicked open, and you’re hiding your face and ears as you hear the rapid staccato of gunshots in this enclosed space.

Quiet descends.

And then you’re in his arms, your purse and clothes shoved into your grip, but your body still only covered by his jacket. He moves fast, his eyes scanning the hallways for danger, his ears constantly pivoting. You’re quiet and still, clinging to him. He’ll keep you safe. He always does.

You’re bundled into the back of a car that’s waiting around back, one with tinted windows, bulletproof glass. The driver doesn’t ask where to go, and Xavier doesn’t have to tell him. It’s doubtless one of your family’s safehouses.

Xavier is distant, his dark eyes focused on something outside the window, and you feel like despite everything that you shared tonight, he’s further than ever from you. You crawl into his lap, tuck your head under his chin. He holds you, but it’s an automatic gesture, and you can almost feel the emotional distance as a physical pain.

You want to cry. You don’t.

You arrive at the safehouse. The one you probably wouldn’t need if your father’s “business” was actually on the up-and-up. But he’s got his fingers in a lot of pies, and ties to some sort of organized crime. Xavier gets out of the car first, checks for danger, then hustles you into the building. It’s a high-rise condo with a doorman on your father’s staff. The man nods to Xavier, indicating that everything is fine. He’s too professional to so much as look at the fact that you’re wearing nothing but your bodyguard’s coat. The two of you ride the private elevator up to the suite. The security system is still active, the locks still engaged, and you take it all as a good sign as you punch in the pin to deactivate the alarm and wait just in the foyer as Xavier checks the perimeter.

He nods, signifying it’s clear.

“I need a shower.” You say. Despite your best efforts, you hear the upset in your voice.

“Wait,” Xavier says. He catches your arm, looks at you, and you see everything he’s about to say in his face. You don’t want to hear it, but you let him speak. “This is a bad idea. I got distracted, and I nearly got you killed. We can’t do this. We can’t happen.”

“But you didn’t.” You want to shake him. You’re frustrated with Xavier, but deep down you knew pushing him was a bad idea. “It’s fine, Xavier. I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to, and it’s clear that you don’t want this.”

“That’s not…” He runs a big hand over his face, dragging it up and back and through the shaggy hair on top of his head. “I do want you. So much. I probably should have gotten switched off your detail long ago, but I don’t trust anyone else to watch you like I do. And that’s why we shouldn’t… because I almost didn’t react in time.”

“It’s okay.” You lie, feeling your heart breaking as you say those words. You reach up and caress his cheek. “I’m okay, and you did save me, and I’m sorry I pushed you tonight.”

“That’s not…” Xavier growls in frustration, quickly turning away from you. He’s pacing the room, and you recognize that right now he is deeply torn.

“I think we both need a minute.” You finally say, speaking to his back. “I am going to go shower, and then I am going to bed. You can think about what you want. If you want more, join me in my bed. If you don’t, we’ll pretend none of this ever happened, and tomorrow we go back to being perfectly professional.”

He doesn’t move. You try not to let that panic you. You know he values his job, and takes pride in what he does. It’s why he’s your personal guard, and not just one of your father’s random security goons. It’s also what you like about him, and you know he wouldn’t be the Xavier you love (oh gods you do love him don’t you?) if he were willing to compromise himself for a bit of pussy. He needs time and space to come to a decision, and you need to give him that.

You grab some sweats out of the dresser--the clothes kept in safehouses are convenient and flexible, not fashionable or personalized--and climb in the shower. In there, you let the tears you’ve been holding back fall. Tonight was fun, then terrifying, and then heartbreaking. You’re worried Xavier will choose to go on maintaining his professional distance, and then you’ll have to decide if life with him holding you at arm’s length is better or worse than life without him at all.

The bed is big, plush, and cold. You feel small and alone. Anxious thoughts about all the things that you should have done differently with Xavier chase themselves around your head. Sleep eludes you for long enough that you’re tempted to leave the bedroom and find Xavier, throw yourself at him and try to change his mind.

You don’t.

You know that you can’t do that. It’s the wrong choice for a myriad of reasons.

The tears are falling in earnest once more when you hear the quiet creak of the door opening. The figure that stands there, haloed in the light from the hallway is as familiar to you as your own. He hesitates for another minute, then closes the door behind himself as he crosses the distance between the door and your bed.

“Xavier?”

“I can’t go back to watching you from across the room.” He says as he climbs under the blankets and pulls you into his arms. “I don’t know exactly what this means for my career, but I can’t do that anymore.”

“I don’t want you to.” You say, sliding your hands under his shirt so you can touch him directly. You run your hands over the area where soft fur transitions to warm human skin. He shudders and pulls you tighter against him.

“We can talk it out tomorrow,” he says, and you feel his voice rumbling in his chest as he holds you close. “Get some sleep, babe.”

You smile at the pet name, at the idea that everything is future-yous problem, and at the fact that he is here, in your bed, holding you close. You’ll talk tomorrow.

You fall asleep in his arms, feeling like everything is right with the world.

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Magical magic happens, your characters have become another race for a year! Who would struggle the most with this change? Sylvari become charr, charr become human, asura become norn, humans become asura, and norn become sylvari. - moonlit-grove

Bonus: who would kinda not want to change back after the year?

OOH I LOVE THIS HANG ON THIS IS GONNA GET LONG!!!! because OBVIOUSLY i have to make them in the character creator as well

okay let’s start with hestia

so hestia as a human, she'd probably have a LOT to get used to, and it would be quite difficult for her at first. being a lot smaller (since she's a runty charr, so that'd translate to being quite a short human!), and she'd also have to adjust to a new gait, smaller hands, different weight distributions, and not having a tail to balance her...

i think once she got the hang of it though, and it wouldn't take her OVERLY long, she'd be just fine! having to wrap up sooner in chillier temperatures might throw her for a loop longer than anything else

as for whether she'd want to change back when the year's up: yes. definitely. she likes being a charr too much, especially if this also meant rhouzza would be a norn and thus rhouzza would be the bigger of them. hestia LIKES being the big horned goth gf

jen next because i've been doing a lot with her lately

okay jen would actually kind of HATE this because this would make her a lot shorter. she'd also hate having less fingers, it'd make it harder to even TRY to play instruments amongst other things. the ears would probably hit her in the face a lot especially when she's using air magic, and the main thing that would make her feel better is being told she's cute and having people scritch her behind the ears

i'd like to think the whole thing of asura history with sylvari would be a nonissue but it's worth mentioning it given her involvement with dagonet and how close dagonet and malomedies are in our au

she would definitely not want to remain an asura afterwards

okay okay sol next!! bring on..... the solvari

a few more screenshots for this one to make sure you see the glow as well

sol would feel... kind of weird about being a sylvari?

one thing that's worth noting here actually: he's trans, has undergone top surgery, and gone part way through his trial with his totem spirit to affirm his gender

(i don't have the full hc for this mapped out yet and it'd be hard to quantify when it'd be different for every norn, but it's essentially a transitional journey that focuses on embracing themselves if that makes sense? it doesn't necessarily end in physical transition, though in sol's case it's been similar to a physical transition in a lot of aspects. it also takes different lengths of time for everyone - for sol he's gotten a good way through but he's got that issue of putting himself aside for everyone else's sake.)

so change isn't weird for sol at all! but this would be, especially getting used to the idea that there's parts of himself he can just.. change at will? but he'd vibe pretty good with that honestly

i don't know that he'd vibe entirely with some of the textural differences. he really likes the feeling of hair and fur, they feel very much like home to him.

overall i definitely think he'd be happy to be norn again after that year, and i almost feel like something like this would help him on his trial by giving him a new perspective

HERE COMES AISLINN....

aislinn would LOVE being a charr. soft and fluffy, big and huggable

she'd miss her pretty glow and her freckles but she would adore her spots

it would definitely be a learning curve for her to adjust to being a charr, but her enthusiasm would translate to much patience with her own struggles, and given many of her friends and colleagues are also very young sylvari i think they would be very patient and excited alongside her

i think of all my characters she'd be the one who'd kinda not want to change back, even if she does love being a sylvari!

and finally, leti as a norn........

leti would have like, no issues adjusting to being a norn apart from the height difference i don't think? she'd get used to the rest of it very quickly, and probably revel in her increased height, even if she'd be short for a norn

the primary obstacle would be adapting to her lab, or adapting her lab to herself, but she's nothing if not resourceful and patient

she'd consider staying a norn after the year was up, even if she has absolutely no issues with being an asura

[roast-ifs]

What's puberty like for he'll hounds, basilisks, unicorns, and harpies? What growing up stuff do they go through that marks them as adults?

• Hellhounds get to spit their first fire! It’s usually a whole event that takes place bc a few days before you’re able to you feel something hot in your throat and it takes awhile to get used to it. The heat steadily gets worse and, yeah, it is painful, but your body adjusts and your fam would usually set up a party and the hellhound teen in question gets to spit their first fire (unless they did some practice rounds before which a lot do bc they don’t want to deal with that kind of performance anxiety), lighting the night’s bonfire and hitting off the celebration.

It’s a pretty big coming of age thing.

Other things hellhounds might deal with is their sense of smell becoming more refined as they grow up and increased bodily awareness--being aware of your own body within the space and knowing when another body enters that space, your ‘sixth sense’ so to speak. Teenage hellhounds can be pretty jumpy because of this.

• Basilisks become able to use their fangs for venom instead of just biting. The venom sacs don’t start producing until during/after puberty but, unlike the hellhounds, its not really celebrated. If you’ve got good family they should teach you how to properly stretch and exercise your jaw muscles to spit venom without hurting yourself.

Basilisks also get their first petrification which, again, isn’t celebrated :’D basilisks in modern day usually start wearing a film long before they might develop that ability in order to prevent accidental petrifications and to teach kids how to get in the habit of applying the film everyday.

I think some families might actually have a really tongue-in-cheek kind of celebration about it actually? Part of being a basilisk is learning how to brew your own anti-petrification and anti-venom--for just in case, and to keep you safe. So, I can totally see some families celebrating by having you brew anti-petrification potions and they’ll hold a party and you get to petrify one of your grandparents/an amiable adult figure who thinks it’d be fun, and then test your anti-petrification potion to see if it works.

Sometimes it doesn’t bc let’s face it, a professional potion’s master you are not, but usually they’ll have a back up potion brewed by someone who knows what they’re doing in case yours doesn’t work. Either way, the adult figure gets ‘thawed’ and there’s celebration at your first petrification (and successful potion if it worked). It’s not as common a tradition as the hellhound’s first fire, but can be seen in certain pockets of basilisk families.

• Unicorns get to do their first purification but it’s a lot more studious than the above two. They can’t just up and do it one day because they can very likely harm themselves or others. So they have to study, learn how to feel the magic around them and how to use their ability with different materials, organic bodies, and work up from small tests to large scale projects.

So, some unicorns are just bad at it bc they didn’t have the guidance growing up to learn how to do it, while others make a legit living out of being a purifier. There might be super small individual family celebrations depending on the family hobbies--like if your mom’s a baker she’d have you purify her sourdough starter of bad bacteria and the celebration would be a small party over a yummy loaf of bread. Likewise for other families and their hobbies/jobs where it might be pertinent. (Like if your guardian is a smith of some sort you could purify the metal they’re working with and they can make you something from it)

Unicorns facing puberty also have to deal with a quickly growing tail and some growing pains as their horn grows to adult length. Lot’s of headaches and days just laying there in pain with an ice pack/hot cloth on your forehead.

• Harpies have it worst because it’s their first molt ;A;

They get itchy wings and a room covered in dead feathers. AFAB harpies at least, while their AMAB siblings laugh at them ;P I’d think that there’d be a thing of collecting some of your baby feathers for scrapbooks or keepsakes.

They do get their first real gliding lessons too! Before puberty, young harpies can’t really do much with their wings. They focus more on dexterity, using their phalanges to grip things, learn how to function in a world not designed for them.

The most they can do is flap their wings to help cool down, but until puberty, are ‘flightless’ (even though harpies can’t technically fly). After their first molt their adult feathers come in so there’s a huge aesthetic change and they get to start learning how to glide from slowly increasing heights.

There’s probably a party over your adult feathers coming in, a pseudo-birthday party so everyone you’re related to/friends can see what the new you looks like since pre-mature feathers are usually not as flashy or colorful.

After that, your parental figures/guardians will start to teach you gliding techniques, I imagine some families make it more of a thing than others, going out camping or something where there’s cliffs and you can practice gliding with the safety of landing in a pool of water if you bomb it. I’m sure other families would have different traditions.

[naerryn]

I Found You (Part Two)

Part One | Part Three

Who doesn’t shy away from getting onto their feet early in the morning one of these days witnessed a fascinating natural spectacular. The sun set late in the evening and rose sooner with every passing day, the chances of a picturesque sky formations increased significantly. Sometimes tender, then exciting again. A purple clouded sky was worth all the waiting for the first warm sun beams of summer.

And, on rare occasions, the citizens of Caledonia would catch a glimpse of their Guardian flying through the air.

I enjoyed the peaceful silence in the early hours of the day, when only a handful of busy farmers and shopkeepers would fill the tramped down streets. The warm breeze caressing my skin and tousled my hair and the black feathers of my strong wings.

Whenever I caught side of a group of children when I was on my way back to the palace, I would descend from my flying height in the colorful clouds and hurtle through the air, right above the top of their heads. I did it for their giggles, loving the sound of the cheerful laughter which never failed to put a smile on my face.

The exotic flowers of the court garden swayed back in forth when I landed on the freshly mowed grass, shaking out my wings and watched a single dark feather slip to the ground before I drew them back into a more convenient position.

“[Y/N]?”, the familiar voice of the youngest of the two princes rung through the air, audible out of breath and when I turned around to face him, I saw the teenage boy running towards me with rosy cheeks and a faint layer of sweat covering his forehead.

“Is everything alright?”, I called out to him as I rushed to meet him at the bottom edge of the meadow, taking a deep breath of relief when I watched him nod in respond.

It’s been over 20 years since the end of the War of the Roses, which was the last time the kingdom entered a battlefield. Not even when King Henry, or later King Stephan, called for their aid against the murderous beasts of the Moors, the wise rulers of Caledonia refused. With the growing isolation, since the alienate kingdoms declared a trade blockade, the royal family along with the citizens started to embrace and later even enjoyed their new role as outcasts.

And with the increasing sense of security, the King and Queen allowed me to become publicly known within the borders of our country. The best kept secret in the history of a nation, their guardian angel. I always enjoyed the little nickname the King and Queen gave me, so, during a phase of a lean harvest, they appointed me at the Guardian of Caledonia. I flew away into the distance, leaving the borders of my home land behind and came back with bags of exotic fruits and vegetables. We cultivated them, and to our nameless relief, the plants grew and we were finally able to still the hunger of a starving nation.

All of it felt so far away, but when my eyes remained on the heavy breathing Prince Edward, my stomach twisted into a tight knot and I impatiently waited for the teenage boy to compose himself. Strands of his caramel brown hair stuck against his forehead, his clothes slightly out of place. I can’t even remember the last time I saw the Prince running around like that. It must be years.

“A messenger from Ulstead arrived since you’ve been gone. Everyone is searching for you, [Y/N]. You’ll have to go to the throne room, quick.”, the olive-skinned looked at me with his large dark eyes, resembling his mother, a noblewoman of a foreign country, more and more with every passing year.

“I’ll leave at once.”, I swept a curtsy, making a haste to traverse the many crowded hallways to reach the throne room. On my way, I am reminded countless times that everyone, from the royal family over the guards up the the lowest member of the staff, were looking for me.

‘What could be of any importance, especially delivered from Ulstead, that everyone behaved like headless chickens?’, I wondered silently and a growing feeling of worry spread in the depth of my chest. ‘Their Prince is married to this long lost Princess, their child was born months ago. We’ve sent them letters. We’ve kept to ourselves for decades. What are they after?’

I walked around the corner to enter the hallway which led to a back entrance of the throne room, solely available for the royal family and staff. To my surprise, the Queen paced up and down along the closed door and once the sound of my steps reached her ears, she turned around on the spot and exhaled a loud, joyful squeak.

“[Y/N]!”, her black hair, which slowly turned grey, felt over her shoulders in soft waves and the high heels of her uncomfortable looking shoes created a steady rhythm as she ran into my arms and embraced me in a tight hug.

Her upper body was shaking when I wrapped my arms around her, first lightly, but soon the Queen felt like a lose leaf caught in a heavy autumn storm. She nudged her face against the crook of my neck and my bare skin slowly got wet. ‘For heaven’s sake! What made her cry?’

“Mum?”, I whispered against her ear as one of my hands gently rubbed her back. The convulsive sobbing of the woman, who raised me like I am her own flesh and blood, tailed off until she went silent in my arms, pulling herself away to take a close look at my face. Her hands rested on my shoulders.

“I am so happy for you.”, the Queen spoke hoarsely and I raised a hand to wipe off the tears from her cheeks. Her lips twisted into a weak smile, lips shaking as she tried to swallow down the sob in her throat. I had a hard time believing her words, the Queen acted completely strange and her behavior only added more questions then answering them.

“What is going on? Everyone’s acting rather odd today.”, I told her, feeling the soft tips of her fingers running through my hair as her eyes roamed over my anxious face.

Like she’s watching me for the first time.

“Go inside. Your father’s waiting for you.”

Or the last...

***

Bad news travel fast and before the set of the sun, it felt like even the most remote corners of Caledonia heard the word about the Battle of Ulstead and the return of the Dark Faries. About the open invitation to the Castle, with the sole purpose to attend a meeting with the Queen of the Moors.

I sat on the lowest step which led to the throne, my face hidden behind my hands while my elbows rested on my knees. ‘This can’t be true.’, I repeated over and over inside my head, paying no attention to the busy activities around me.

In front of me, not even an arm-length away, stood small delegate of two individuals. A male human with chocolate brown skin, accompanied by a woman with a pair of large horns along with colorful wings. The King, my foster father, introduced them as Captain Percival of the royal guards of Ulstead and Shrike, a Jungle Fae, who lived in the Moors.

Growing up with the fairy tales of the monsters living in the Moors, it felt like a hard punch right into my stomach when a faint voice inside my head slowly tried to make me realize that I am one of those monsters that parents tell their children about in scary bedtime stories.

Not an angel, but a monster. A Dark Fae.

The King offered the messengers a room to retire for the night, but Shrike made it clear she won’t move, not even a single step, until I would finally decide to look at her for longer then a split second.

“Conall should be here, he would know the right words.”, the Jungle Fae muttered to herself, stretching wings in an attempt to shake the slowly spreading tiredness out of them.

Slowly, a single red feather floated through the air and landed silently on the ground, right in front of my feet and through the small gasp between my fingers, my eyes felt on it.

Lowering my hands, I picked up the single feather and turned it from side to side, my fingertips carefully running over the soft surface and glanced over to my black wings.

“You’re a Forest Fae. Just like our Queen.”, I heard the female messenger say in a gentle tone. From the corner of my eyes, I saw her closing the distance between the two of us before she bend down on one knee.

Shrike silently thanked Maleficents wisdom to only sent one of the Dark Faes to Caledonia, not listening to Borras objections. He meant well, everyone did, but she shared her Queens opinion that one of them was prove enough to their story. Also, it gave her some long yearned time alone with Percival, who insisted to accompany her.

“I know, it’s a lot. But, please, give us a chance. All we want is a little bit of your time, so we can tell you our story. Your story. If you don’t like it, you can go back. No one will force you to stay.”, Shrike told her in a low voice and placed a hand on one of my shoulders, giving it a firm squeeze.

I met her dark brown eyes, her fallen out feather still in hands.

“Okay.”

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Note: We’re getting closer to the first meeting of Y/N and the Dark Faries, which also means to a blooming romance. My question now is, who will be the one their heart desires? Will there be more then one suitor? Write me your opinion.

[duscarasheddinn]

Stegoceratops orehynales information (not a story)

Starting in 2018-2019, I became quite fond of Stegoceratops, a hybrid that appears in tie-in material for Jurassic World but was cut from appearing physically in the movie. It does cameo on a computer monitor, though. The one in the movie was to be a hybrid of Stegosaurus, Triceratops, snake, and beetle. An unused render implied that it was part owl, but as it was not used in the film, it is unknown if it is canon. The series seems to ignore that, implying it’s not.

What does that have to do with anything? After realizing I couldn’t fit it into my original fiction stories, I still wanted to share my own version of the hybrid. I call mine Stegoceratops orehynales.

Stegoceratops orehynales has the base genome of Triceratops horridus. That gives the hybrid its head and main body. The second biggest part of it is Stegosaurus unuglatus. That gives the hybrid its tail, thagomizer (the tail spikes of stegosaurs), plates, the structure of the legs (so the hind legs are long and the fore legs are shorter, making its tail up high and its head lower to the ground), and the throat guard. The tail is as flexible as that of Stegosaurus, so it makes for an effective weapon, along with the horns.

There are three modern species that were also used in Stegoceratops orehynales. One of them is timber rattlesnake. DNA from that somehow made the hybrid think that offense was the best defense even though pit vipers like it mostly attack when bothered. Another is Hercules beetle. This made the plates thicker and made the spikes and horns thicker and longer, though their weight does not hold it back at all. The final modern animal inside of it is Brazilian burrowing owl, DNA from which somehow gives it a greater tolerance of confined spaces.

I don’t know what the measurements of this hybrid should be. But they are longer, taller, and heavier than Triceratops horridus, which is 30 feet long, 9.8 feet tall, and weighs 13.2 short tons in Imperial units. In Metric units, Triceratops horridus are 9 meters long, 3.0 meters tall, and weigh 12.0 metric tons. All of those numbers are if you highball it. The extra weight is from the tail spikes, longer tail, and plates. The length is probably made greater by the longer tail and horns. As for the height, it may increase, especially if one were to count the plates.

I decided that Stegoceratops orehynales are herbivores that act like a blend of elephants, rhinos, and bulls.

The species is well defended in both the front and back, with weapons on both ends. This corrects flaws that both of the two main species in it had, as Stegosaurus was weak if the head was attacked while Triceratops was weak if attacked from behind.

Male Stegoceratops have wider plates than the females, while female Stegoceratops have taller plates than the males.

When the breeding season comes, two sexually mature male Stegoceratops fight for every female Stegoceratops that is old enough to reproduce.

The colors of Stegoceratops orehynales are based on a combination of dinosaur work designs. The frill and horns resemble those of a mature Triceratops as depicted in the BBC miniseries Prehistoric Park. The plates and tail spikes are colored like those of the Stegosaurus depicted in the earlier BBC miniseries Walking with Dinosaurs. The plates are colored like they are when the Stegosaurus flushes them with blood, only mine have those colors at all times and cannot flush blood into their plates because they’re covered in horn tissue instead of skin. As for the legs and main body, the males have the colors and patterns of the Stegosaurus that appear in The Lost World: Jurassic Park, while the females have the colors and patterns of the Triceratops that appears in the original Jurassic Park.

Why did I do this? I did not want my descriptions to go to waste. This will not be used in my original fiction stories or my fanfic.

I can’t help but want someone to make a mod for the PC version of Jurassic World Evolution that puts my description of Stegoceratops orehynales over the Stegoceratops that appears in the Secrets of Dr. Wu DLC pack for the game, which added Stegoceratops to the game. I know such a mod would require that DLC pack. I don’t think it would be hard to create and rig the model because of how similar it would be. Then again, I’m not a modder, so I could be wrong.

[strawberrysunrisewitches]

Layla Profile

template made by @hogwartsmysterystory

IDENTITY

Name:Layla Ida Caplan-Shields

Gender:Female

Birth Date: 29 February 2001

Species: Human

Blood Status: Half-Blood

Sexuality: Lesbian

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Ethnicity: Spanish-American

Nationality: English

Residence: North Yorkshire, England

THE MAGE

Wand: Alder 12″ Ukrainian Ironbelly horn 

Animagus: Jackal Buzzard with snowflake patterns on the wings

Misc Magical Abilities: N/A

Boggart Form: The spirits plaguing Reyna leading to her death

Riddikulus Form: She and her sisters covered in paint, laughing

Amortentia: (What do they smell like?) chocolate, licorice tea, paint, chillies

Amortentia: (What do they smell?) Lavender, Lemon tea, strong cologne, BBQ smoke, pillows

Patronus: Ukrainian Ironbelly

Patronus Memory: The first time Reyna asks her for help

Mirror of Erised: Her entire family including her grandparents the good ones alive and happy

Specialized/Favourite Spells:

Colovaria

Protego

Skurge (Initially cause she thought it’d keep the spirits away from Reyna) 

Episkey

Tempest Jinx

Diffindo

APPEARANCE

Faceclaim: Dalinah Arekion

Height: 4′10(year 1), 5′11(Year 7)

Weight: 160 lbs

Physique: BUFF AF

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: Very dark brown

Skin Tone: Slightly dark tan

Body Modifications:

She gets an industrial piercings in both ears, SHe has many tattoos

She has a tattoo of roses covering her calves going up to just above her knee

On her right shoulder blade she has a tattoo of a blue, pink and orange butterfly

On her right arm she has tattoos of black and red roses going down the entirety length of her arm 

On her lower back she has a tattoo of a night sky over a forest enchanted to have falling stars, 

On her chest she has a tattoo of a monarch butterfly resting on a flaming heart

On her left hand she has a tattoo of a starry pink rose

On her upper left arm she has tattoos of different kind of flowers

On her left forearm she has a black tattoo of a rose bush with birds

On the nape of her neck she has a tattoo of a licorice allsort 

Scarring: Two very large circular scars on her stomach from when an acromantula bit her

Inventory: (what do they carry on them?) big blanket, paint brushes and paint, many shrunken canvases, stetson, wallet, wand, glasses case

Fashion: She tends to wear ripped jeans, overalls and not very special shirts so she doesn’t have to worry about getting paint on clothing that she actually cares about which tends to be jackets and non ripped jeans but nonetheless she always has her stetson on her head

ALLEGIANCES

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Ilvermorny House: Thunderbird

Affiliations/Organizations:

Hufflepuff House

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Prefects

Head Girl

Lord Family

Professions: Magical Tattoo Artist

HOGWARTS INFORMATION

Class Proficiencies:

Astronomy: P

Charms: O

DADA: O

Flying: E

Herbology: E

History of Magic: P

Potions: E

Transfiguration: A

Electives:

Art: O

Muggle Art: O

CoMC: E

Quidditch: Beater

Extra Curricular:

Dueling Club

Magical Creatures Club

Favourite Professors: Filius Flitwick

Layla likes how nice and approachable Flitwick is to all of his students

Least Favourite Professors: Professor Sinistra

Layla dislikes Professor SInistra due to the fact that Astronomy requires them to stay up past midnight when its cold and Layla hates the cold due to its effect on her 

RELATIONSHIPS

Sisters: Reyna Andrea and Amara Jade Caplan-Shields

Reyna Andrea Caplan-Shields(Rara) @cursed-ice-spirits​

Halfblood

Hufflepuff

Four years older

Brown hair, tan skin,  hazel eyes

Layla looks up to Reyna but always try to do things without having to ask her as she does not want to put more problems onto everything Reyna already has to deal with in her life and does anything she can to lighten the load even more..

Amara Jade Caplan-Shields(MarMar)

Halfblood

Hufflepuff

Two years older

Dark Brown hair, tan skin, and hazel eyes

Layla is also protective of Amara and after Year 1 makes sure she is always warm and keeps a close eye on her so she doesnt try swim in freezing water again. Layla will sometimes ask Amara for advice if anything is bothering her. Layla also tries her best to help Amara with her fear of Thestrals even if she herself can’t see thestrals.

Mother 1:Lauren Karina Caplan-Shields(Mama)

Half-Blood

Gryffindor

Brown hair, dark tan skin, and hazel eyes

Lauren taught Layla to always be brave and protect her loved ones with as much as power and fury that she can muster to make sure anyone who tries to go against her knows to never do so again. Lauren also instilled in Layla to be very kind to all she meets.

Mother 2: Rebecca Vivian Caplan-Shields(Mumma) @cursed-ice-spirits​

Pureblood

Hufflepuff

Black hair, light tan skin, and hazel eyes

Rebecca is the one who ignited Layla’s love for everything and anything related to art and is the one Layla will come to if she needs ideas for things to draw or paint which generally ends up being her family. After Reyna collapsed from exhaustion in Layla’s first year she also regularly bugged Rebecca for advice to help Reyna with her spirits and such

Father: Diego Caplan-Shields(Papa)

Halfblood

Hufflepuff

Brown hair, tan skin, and dark hazel eyes

Diego taught Layla everything she knows about dueling and fashion, he tried to teach her how to flirt but failed utterly in doing so and instead somehow managed to make it so she can’t flirt at all. Out of all of her parents, Layla is the closest to Diego and therefore her is the first one he will go to for any problems 

Love Interest: Hannah Firahel

Best Friends: TBD

Rival: TBD

Enemy: TBD

Dormmates: (Who’s in your MC’s dorm with them?)

Rebecca Firahel

Pets:

Riya: A european robin that followed Layla to Hogwarts from home

Vanilla: a maine coon-ragdoll cat that she adopted from the streets in her sixth year

Closest Canon Friends: TBD

Closest MC Friends:

Alaire Whitecross @hogwartsmysterystory​

Alissa Firahel

Amaranth Winger @thecursedvaultchild​

Grace Winger @thecursedvaultchild​

Hannah FIrahel

Rebecca Firahel

Rhett Winger @thecursedvaultchild​

Roxanna Firahel

Selene Firahel

BACKGROUND/HISTORY

Layla’s life before Hogwarts was largely uneventful besides the two separate times where her elder sisters saw someone die which resulted in Amara becoming scared of thestrals.

Layla’s first year at Hogwarts was quite chaotic when Amara almost died from Hypothermia rescuing her friend Penelope and Reyna collapsing from the demon plaguing her which worried her a lot and increased her want to protect her sisters very much

It is in her fourth year that she begins dating Hannah Firahel and starts Quidditch to take her mind off having to worry about her sisters for once in her life.

In her fifth year, Layla is chosen to be Hufflepuff Prefect as well as Hufflepuff quidditch captain

In her sixth year she and Hannah explored the forbidden forest where they were attacked by an acromantula which managed to wound her quite badly when she jumped in front of it when it tried to attack Hannah right before Layla blew it up with bombarda and she managed to reach the hospital wing before collapsing in Hannah’s arms

In her seventh year is when Layla gets her first couple of tattoos, she also is chosen to be Head Girl

After Hogwarts Layla opens her own magical tattoo shop in Diagon Alley where she offers normal tattoos and tattoos that she can magically animate. Four years after she graduates, she and Hannah get married with them having twin daughters, Aliyah and Eliana, 4 years after that. Once Rebecca retires from being the head of the Lord family, Layla takes up the position.

PERSONALITY

Layla is the stereotypical hufflepuff, very loyal and compassionate while also being very brave and protective of everyone she knows even her older sisters who suck at caring for themselves which causes her to worry about them constantly especially when they get hurt and she can’t help. She also is always willing to throw hands at anyone who badmouth her friends and family no matter who badmouthed them and she will never apologize for doing so even if she will get punished if she doesn’t  

As a prefect, Layla makes sure her friends don’t get into too much trouble but also knows when to lay off and have let them have fun especially when it comes to pranking Filch or Pince  

She also has no idea how to flirt at all and is a complete disaster when she tries but by god if flirted with she can go stone faced through it all and just brush it off even if she does have a crush on said person flirting with her

MISC

Likes doing morning runs much like Rebecca

Can get cold easily, although not to the extent of her sister Amara but worse than Reyna

her calf tattoo looks like this, her shoulder blade tattoo looks like this, her right arm tattoo looks like this, her lower back tattoo looks like this, her chest tattoo looks like this, her left hand tattoo looks like this, her upper left arm tattoo looks like this, her left forearm tattoo looks like this, her nape tattoo looks like this

Lolo is a nickname reserved solely for family and family friends, anyone else will get a strong elbow in the gut after the first time she says stop

She knows how to play the harp and lyre 

Her first name means Night in arabic and her middle name means work/labour

Really wishes she could fight the spirits that plague Reyna

She has a hebridian black plush that she sleeps with

[c-harli-e]

Incompatible (Part two of 'Separation') 《Charlastor AU》

His breathing increased as he stared at his grandfather, an odd ball of some emotion building in his throat. Lucifer reached up and pulled the hat from his head, setting it down on the seat that he had placed his jacket.

    On his head lay two horns, similar to Charlie’s in her ultimate form, as well as a very faint halo that was only visible when Franklin squinted. His hair was slicked back past the horns and Lucifer looked somewhat uncomfortable with the predicament that they were in.

    “What do you mean?” Frankie asked, feeling his hands start to shake. He felt anxious. His heart was pounding in his head and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to protect himself from Lucifer; he wasn’t the strongest of his siblings.

    “You face me,’ Lucifer began, his eyes trailing to the entranceway that blocked where Franklin knew an onslaught of demons usually came from, “After you face him. You survive us both; pin us both to the ground for ten seconds and you win. Killing isn’t necessary. You win, your family is freed.”

    “Him?” Franklin turned on his heel and he felt the blood begin to rush through his head faster and in that moment, he felt dizzy.

    On the other side of the bars that led out of the arena, he stood. Franklin took a step toward the bars, his vision going fuzzy as he stared. For so long, he had been without any sort of friendly face; every demon he had slaughtered in the past several years had been an angry face, one of horror and Franklin felt the utmost rage when he looked at them.

    Franklin felt something he’d never really felt before.

    He felt . . . sad.

    His emotions reflected in the eyes of the demon on the other side of the gate.   

    Lucifer moved his hand and the gate rose, Franklin’s opponent stepping out from the darkness. Frankie blinked, trying to clear his eyesight once more before he knew it would be coated in red.

    Alastor stood feet away from him, his eyes redder than normal. Franklin felt every single ounce of energy in him drain and he just wanted to run forward and /hug/ his father. He was sure he looked as terrible as he felt; Alastor’s eyes gazed over him and he could see the grin on his father’s face fade just the slightest bit.

    “Go.” Lucifer’s voice was unwelcome to their reunion, “Start.”     Franklin realized that Lucifer sounded like he was in pain.

    In that moment, the father and son pair twisted and transformed into their Wendigo forms; matching heights and matching sorrow. Franklin had grown and he knew he was stronger from the constant fighting he had been going through for the past how many years; instead of an inch or two shorter, he may as well be an inch or two taller.

    Perhaps his father had shrunk. He couldn’t be certain.

    “I will know if you fake it,” Lucifer’s voice struck a chord in Franklin’s chest and the Wendigo turned toward the ruler of Hell, “I am not a fool.”

    Franklin growled lowly and turned back to his father, his nostrils flaring. He could smell the anger and the resentment coming off in waves from Alastor, though the Wendigo in front of him continued to grin in a gruesome way. He hunched himself over, the pair starting to circle each other as they searched for obvious weak points.

    A rustle came from Franklin’s left side and he dodged out of the way of a tentacle that had appeared, swiping at his foot. He could see the blood starting to drip from his father’s hand and knew that he was using the voodoo magic he knew so well to try and take Franklin down.

    Two could play at that game.

    Franklin took a startling deep breath and his Wendigo snarled angrily after, eyes flashing as he darted forward. The length of his legs helped his advantage to swing out of the way of a few more tentacles that attempted to snatch at his feet and he managed to grab onto one, slicing it open with his claws. Alastor gave a sharp intake of breath when Franklin did so and the younger Wendigo immediately knew what he had to do.

    The lingering smell of days old blood and new blood fueled Franklin as he leapt forward, crashing down on top of Alastor. There was an array of snarls and hands gripping each other; the two sounded like a pair of wild dogs attacking each other. The dirt scattered around them as Franklin wrapped a hand around Alastor’s throat, squeezing it tightly and attempting to keep his father pinned to the ground for as long as he could.

    Alastor’s grin grew and Franklin, in a second of indecision, loosened his hold. The elder Wendigo’s arm flew up and his fist met Franklin’s jaw, the younger letting out a yelp as he went flying backward. The pain radiated from his jaw and echoed through his head, igniting a headache that pounded through the rest of his body.

    Franklin scrambled up and the two ran at each other, their antlers interlocking and both pushing at each other. Franklin fell forward onto his hands and used the whole of his body to push forward, tossing his head in an attempt to fell Alastor.

    Alastor copied his son’s stance, the pair’s eyes so close. He could see the hurt and anxiety drifting through his son’s eyes and everything in him wanted to stop right there and let his boy beat him within an inch of his life.

    He had to prove that it wouldn’t be faked, however.

    After several minutes of them pushing against each other and the both trying to toss the other to the ground, Franklin felt a white hot rage consume him. He had spent so long not wanting to hurt his father - but he was one of the roadblocks preventing him from seeing his mother. With a snarl, Frankie grabbed forward and gripped Alastor by the jaw, feeling the bone crushing beneath his grasp as he squeezed tightly.

    Alastor let out a whine and tossed his head to try and remove Franklin’s grip, but the younger Wendigo used this to his advantage and tossed his father to the side, climbing on top of him and holding the now-broken jaw within his hands. The anger in Franklin’s eyes burned as he squeezed tighter, his free hand coming to wrap around Alastor’s throat and pinning him to the ground.

    Franklin’s focus drifted as he growled at the Wendigo below him, his maw dripping saliva and falling onto Alastor’s face. The grin was now gone; something that Franklin wouldn’t remember.

    “-Kin! Franklin! Killing is not necessary!” A voice interrupted his thoughts, his wild eyes flying up and meeting those of Lucifer, who was standing on the other side of the arena.

    Franklin’s eyes widened and he looked down at Alastor, who’s eyes had started to droop. He let go of his father’s throat and jaw, standing up and blinking. He made a choice then; one that he wasn’t sure he’d regret, even if he could feel remorse.

    He leaned over and slid his arms under Alastor, picking him up and cradling his father to his chest. He was light; like most Wendigos. The younger one walked to the other side of the arena and lifted Alastor up and placed him into a row of seats that he was able to reach from his height. Alastor whined once more as Franklin jostled his jaw; the blond Wendigo feeling his ears press to his head in sorrow.

    When he whipped around, Lucifer felt his own heart give a few unsteady beats. The anger and desperation were gone from Franklin’s eyes; all that was left was the bright calm that Alastor had mastered years ago. Franklin’s grin grew and he let out a sound that sent spirals of slight fear into Lucifer.

    Franklin laughed; racing forward as he laughed and laughed.

    Lucifer was swept off his feet before he had the chance to change completely into his own form. Franklin continued to laugh, a demented sound that crackled with live electricity that sent ripples of shocks through the ruler of Hell. He was tossed to the other end of the arena with such force that he bounced off the dirt and barely had a few more seconds to recompose himself before Franklin was back at his side.

    In those few seconds, Lucifer allowed himself to change. His horns lengthened and his stature grew; he was now just a few inches taller than Franklin himself. The king bared his teeth toward his grandson and Franklin let out something akin to a giggle, twisting away from Lucifer when he tried to reach out and grab him. Franklin kept up the dodging charade for a few minutes, flitting out of the way just as Lucifer was going to enclose his hand around some part of the boy’s body.

    Franklin’s grin dripped with drool as he eventually grew bored of the game he had initiated, crouching low and then springing forward, gripping tightly onto Lucifer’s horns with his own claws. The claws ripped through the top of his head and Lucifer bucked wildly, tossing the Wendigo away from him and onto the ground.

    Lucifer glared down at the younger Wendigo, the boy still laughing occasionally through his panting. He could clearly see that there were several dripping wounds coming from the boy and he decided to aim for those, launching himself forward and stabbing his fingers through an open wound on Franklin’s side. The boy’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and he let out a loud wail, one hand reaching down and struggling to rip Lucifer away from him.

    Lucifer saw Alastor move over on the seats and he turned to growl at the other Wendigo, warning him to stay away. This was his fight; not Alastor’s. The redhead snarled and gripped his jaw, seeming to be holding it in place so that it would heal properly.

    Franklin took this moment of distraction and buried his claws into the exposed part of Lucifer’s neck. The king wheezed and his hands flew up to the claws in his throat, trying his best to pull the now-bloodied hands away from him.

    The laughter started at full force, blood smeared across Franklin’s face as he squeezed tighter, feeling the warm liquid dribble down his fingers. He pushed the king to the ground, his free hand grabbing hold of Lucifer’s hand and his eyes widening; wild.

    “Please -” Lucifer wheezed out around Franklin’s fingers, “Let - go -”

    Franklin cackled, squeezing tighter. As soon as Lucifer’s eyes rolled to the back of his head due to the pain and the lack of oxygen, something rippled through the air. Franklin let go of his grandfather, looking up in surprise.

    A hand, spindly and familiar, rested on his shoulder and he blinked, his mind clearing. Alastor stood, in his regular form, his hand still cupping his own jaw as he held onto the shoulder of his son.

    “Let go.” The static and filter were gone, all that was left was a southern drawl that Franklin had never heard, “You’ve won. Learn to step back.”

    The Wendigo growled but Franklin blinked, peering down at Lucifer. The king’s face was matted with his own blood and the boy released him, the wound almost immediately stitching itself back together. The perks of being the ruler.

    Franklin let himself collapse onto the ground, his form changing and soft pants of exhaustion escaping him. Alastor kneeled next to him, his hand remaining steadfast on the boy’s shoulder. Frankie reached up and gripped his father’s hand, a knot tying itself in his throat.

    Lucifer stood, wiping blood away from his mouth and checking the wound on his neck. It was already nearly healed and he was grateful that Franklin hadn’t sliced open his jugular; he had never had the misfortune of dying and didn’t want to assume what would happen to him if he had bled out any faster. He felt distant; far away from the scene in front of him.

    “You’ve won.” Lucifer spoke next, his voice a near whisper, a soft tremble barely distinguishable, “You’ve beaten me.”

    Frankie looked up, his eyes warmed over with tears that he hadn’t even realized were there, “We can go home?”

    Lucifer struggled with himself for a moment before nodding sharply, “You can go home. They all can go home.”

[sapphic-sustrai]

Team DMNO Bios: Melanie Hertz.

So, last time I shared the leader of DMNO Douglas Craig’s bio. It’s now time to talk about my yeehaw daughter, Melanie Hertz! If there are any errors, I will go back and fix them eventually.

Previous DMNO Bios:

Douglas Craig.

That being said, more will be underneath the cut.

Full Name: Melanie Celosia Hertz.

Alias: The Sizzlin’ Striker, The Monster Duo {an alias that she shares with Olwen, that was given to them by the Atlas Academy student body}.

Nickname{s}: Mel {used by everyone}, Melly {only used by Douglas}, Buttercup {only used by her father}, Annie {only used by Phlegon}, Flame Brain {only used by Douglas}, Blaze {only used by Olwen}.

Age: 18 {Vol. 1-3}.

Gender: Cis Female.

Race: Highland Cow Faunus, she has cow horns that curve upwards.

D.O.B/Star Sign: August 12th/Leo.

Romantic/Sexual Orientation: Biromantic Demisexual.

Handedness: Right-handed.

Complexion: Tanned.

Height: 5’3 {160cm}, 5’6 {when wearing 3-inch heels}.

Weight: 115lbs {52kg}.

Cup Size: C-Cup.

Body Type: Pear body shape, short, athletic build, medium-length legs, strong leg muscles, small amount of muscle on her arms.

Hairstyle{s}: 

Low-hanging braided pigtails, bangs side swept to the left side {Youth}.

Long-length style, tied into a high ponytail, bangs side swept to the left side {Vol. 1-3}.

Hair Colour{s}: As of right now, honey brown. When she was younger, she had much lighter hair, but it got darker as she got older.

Eye Colour: Hazel.

Aura Colour: Burnt Orange.

Emblem: An outline of a burning heart, with the bottom points separated and curved outwards like a cow’s horns and a miniature heart in the center. The burning heart outline is burnt orange and the miniature heart is honey orange.

Weapon{s}: Blazin’ Buckaroos.

Blazin’ Buckaroos are a pair of buckaroo-style cowboy boots, with a firing mechanism built into them {similar to Yang’s Ember Celica & Mercury’s Talaria}.

The Buckaroos are primarily beige, with honey orange fire designs etched in and mahogany brown bottoms. The branding iron soles are copper, with a rusty look. The spurs of her boots are bronze, with built in flint.

Alongside her kicks, she’ll primarily fire explosive rounds or streams of fire {almost like a flamethrower} from her boots.

Using fire dust, she can heat up the branding irons at the soles of her boots, causing her feet to become searing hot. Clicking the spurs at the back will ignite the boots completely, causing her boots to blaze up for a short amount of time. Combining these two elements is a deadly combination that adds tremendous fire power to Melanie’s kicks.

Dust can be inserted vertically into the two chambers located in the heels of her boots.

The boots are made with a fire-resistant leather.

Types of Dust Used: Primarily fire dust. However, she’ll sometimes use rock dust in tandem with fire, creating a magma element. She’ll also use air dust, allowing her to kick in order to jump higher into the air {it looks as if she’s walking on air}.

Other Equipment: 

Dust Pouch {where she keeps her dust crystals and it’s kept on the right side of her belt. It is hickory brown}.

Fighting Style: Melanie’s fighting style is a combination of Savate {French foot fighting}, aggressive precise kicks, and grapples. Sometimes she’ll incorporate quick jabs as well.

Semblance: Engine Burst - A semblance that allows the user to develop engine-like protrusions made of aura that manifest around her calves. This grants the user increased speed and extra kicking power for a brief period of time. She can only use her semblance in short bursts, otherwise it will cause her legs to lock up for about a minute or two. There are three gears, First, Second & Third. First gear is the standard, Second will give a bit more of a boost, and Third is the semblance’s, “overdrive”, mode. As of right now, Melanie can only access the first two gears, but cannot access the third. She’s attempted once, but this caused her legs to lock up for 24 hours. 

Other Skills, Talents, etc…

Vast knowledge of farm animals & how to take care of them.

Very athletic.

Has good driving skills, thanks to learning how to operate farm equipment at a young age.

Even without the use of her semblance, she’s the fastest member of her team on foot.

Current Affiliation: Atlas Academy

Previous Affiliation: Pharos Academy.

Place of Origin: Vale, in the agricultural district.

Current Occupation{s}: Student, Huntress-in-Training.

Team/Status: DMNO. Currently active, but will become inactive soon after the Fall of Beacon. Won’t be active again for quite some time.

Team Members: Douglas Craig, herself, Norbert Beaufort & Olwen Kunik.

Partner: Olwen Kunik.

Team Role: Melee DPS.

Status: Alive.

Positive Qualities: Optimistic, big-hearted {always willing to lend a hand to those who need it}, passionate, encouraging, nurturing, athletic, protective, daring.

Neutral Qualities: Stubborn, outspoken, dominating, assertive.

Negative Qualities: Impatient, hot-headed {impulsive & a bit reckless}, brash {in a noisy & overbearing way}, overconfident, blunt.

Likes:

Horseback riding.

Apple picking.

Being outdoors.

Knitting.

Going on hikes with friends.

Kickboxing.

Gardening {she loves growing vegetables & flowers specifically}.

Spending time with her niece.

Dislikes:

Green apples {she finds them too bitter}.

Ghosts {she has phasmophobia}.

People who talk trash about their families for no reason {however, she does understand if someone has a bad relationship with their parents}.

People who chew with their mouths open.

She’s not the biggest fan of romantic comedy movies.

She hates it when people make comments about her height.

Favourite...?

Food: Apples {red delicious are her favourite}, breakfast foods {ham & cheese omelettes, hash browns, peanut butter on whole wheat toast, bacon and pancakes are her favourites}.

Drink: Apple cider & orange juice.

Season/Weather: Autumn/sunny & slightly cloudy.

Colour: Marigold & hickory brown.

Animal: Horses.

Movie Genre: Thriller & action movies.

Music Genre: Country & hip-hop.

Relationships:

Ignatius Hertz:

Relationship: Biological Father, good overall, but he can be overprotective of her.

Status: Alive.

Melaina Chastain:

Relationship: Biological Mother, good.

Status: Deceased.

Phlegon Hertz:

Relationship: Biological Older Brother {by 8 years}, good.

Status: Alive.

Ashley Keen:

Relationship: Sister-in-Law, married to her brother, good.

Status: Alive.

Hestia Hertz-Keen:

Relationship: Niece, daughter of Phlegon & Ashley, good.

Status: Alive.

Hephaestus Hertz:

Relationship: Paternal Grandfather, good.

Status: Alive.

Melantha Chastain:

Relationship: Maternal Grandmother, good.

Status: Alive.

Brooke Mathers: 

Relationship: Closest Friend, grew up next door to each other, good.

Status: Alive.

Norbert Beaufort:

Relationship: 2nd Closest Friend, teammate, good.

Status: Alive.

Olwen Kunik:

Relationship: Close Friend, partner, friendly rival, good overall, but sometimes Olwen has to reel her in when she gets, “intense”.

Status: Alive.

Douglas Craig:

Relationship: Close Friend, teammate, good overall, but they do clash often because of their differing personalities.

Status: Alive.

Team RWBY:

Relationship: Friends, good overall, gets along with Yang the best, gets along with Blake the least.

Status: Alive.

Team JNPR:

Relationship: Friends, good overall, gets along with Nora the best, gets along with Ren the least.

Status: Alive {Pyrrha’s alive in this AU}.

Penny Polendina:

Relationship: Friends, good.

Status: Alive, then deceased, then rebuilt and brought back to life.

Ilia Amitola:

Relationship: Friend, crush, they don’t meet until much later on.

Status: Alive.

Early Life {Backstory}:

Melanie was born and raised in the Kingdom of Vale, in the agricultural district.

She grew up on a ranch called, “Woolwood Meadows”, that primarily raises sheep for wool. The ranch was started by Melanie’s paternal grandfather years ago. Her grandfather also started up a forge on the property called, “Hertz Ironworks”.

For most of her life, it’s just been herself, her father Ignatius, and her older brother Phlegon. Ignatius attended Atlas Academy and soon joined the military after graduation. Eventually he decided to settle down with Melaina and take over the ranch from his father, Hephaestus. Phlegon has taken over the forge on the farm and lives on the property with his wife Ashley and their daughter Hestia. Phlegon will eventually inherit the farm when his father retires.

Melanie didn’t know her mother Melaina very well. Her mother passed away when she was around 3 years old. Melaina was a Huntress who sustained fatal injuries while out on a mission. Her death was unexpected and the family took it hard… especially Ignatius. From then onward, he became overprotective of both of his children.

Phlegon decided that he wanted to inherit the farm when he was older, so he wasn’t the one he had to worry about as much. His worry over his son disappeared over time. Melanie on the other hand has always wanted to become a Huntress just like her mother… that worried Ignatius beyond belief and he continued to worry over his daughter’s safety.

It took plenty of convincing and begging from Melanie for Ignatius to allow her to attend a combat school. However, he wanted her to attend a school that was close to home and she would have to call him every weekend to let him know how she’s doing. So, Melanie decided to attend Pharos Academy.

When it came time to pick the next academy that she’d be attending, Melanie wanted to attend Atlas, but her Father wanted Melanie to attend Vale instead because it was closer. This caused the two of them to have the biggest argument that they’ve ever had and they didn’t speak to each other for about a week.

Phlegon stepped in and got the two of them to talk to each other. Ignatius finally opened up about how losing his wife made him fear about what could happen to his children if they weren’t careful. Melanie understood where her father was coming from, but that was no excuse for how he was treating her. Melanie finally told her family that the reason why she wanted to become a huntress was because she wanted to use her strength to protect those that couldn’t protect themselves. She also says that she wants to attend Atlas because it was the school that her father attended in his youth. She states that her two biggest inspirations in her life are her mother & father, that they’re the ones that inspire her to do what’s right.

Ignatius reconciled with his daughter and promised that he was going to try and ease up on his over protectiveness. He supported his daughter’s decision to attend Atlas and Melanie promises that she’ll call home every single weekend to check in. Not because she was instructed to, but because she wants to.

Primary Attire {Youth}:

Baggy Button Up Shirt {honey orange, top two buttons left unbuttoned, long sleeved but they’re rolled up halfway}.

Plain Shirt {daisy white, crew neck, long sleeved}.

Denim Overall Shorts {Blue, with gold buckles, a heart outline was sewn into the front flap}.

Shortie-Style Cowboy Boots {mahogany brown}.

Atlas Academy Uniform:

Melanie pretty much wears the standard Atlas Academy girl’s uniform. The only exception is that she wears her cowboy hat with the uniform.

Primary Attire {Vol. 1-3}:

Bull Rider Cowboy Hat {straw, with a mahogany brown hat band, brim & chin strap, usually wears it whenever it’s hot outside or during battle, when not in use it hangs on her back from the adjustable chin strap around her neck}.

Button-up Blouse {orange & brown plaid, first three buttons are left unbuttoned, short sleeved}.

Henley Shirt {daisy white, top two buttons left unbuttoned, sleeves cut off halfway}.

Leather Horseback Riding Gloves {hickory brown}.

Leather Belt {mahogany brown, with a gold belt buckle, dust pouch hangs from the right side of the belt}.

Denim Dungarees {brown, with mahogany brown straps, gold buckles, with belt loops, her emblem is on the front, the front is left open on the right side, while the right strap hangs from her side, she moves the right strap back on her shoulder during fights, pant legs are always tucked into her boots, 100% flame resistant}.

When not wearing the Blazin’ Buckaroos, she wears a pair of carpenter boots {hickory brown, with beige laces}.

Other Notes About Appearance:

Has dimples.

She doesn’t have a tattoo yet and is still trying to decide what she’d want.

Used to have her ears pierced as a child, hasn’t re-pierced them in a while.

Has a burn mark on her left calf. She was around 10 years old and there was an incident where she accidentally burned herself.

If She Had a Voice it Would Be: Cassandra Lee Morris.

Misc. Trivia:

Melanie’s reasons for making her weapon a pair of cowboy boots was not only because of her fighting style, but also because she finds them very comfortable to wear. She has around 10 pairs of cowboy boots in her closet at home.

On the ranch the family deals with sheep, alpacas and goats. However, each member of the family owns a horse, Melanie’s is named Autumn. There are also the three dogs named Bramble, Hazel & Maize. All of the dogs are Border Collies. Finally, there are the three barn cats named Pumpkin, Butternut & Big Max. All of the cats are all tabby, except for Butternut who’s a Maine Coon.

Melanie can play the fiddle, the banjo, and the guitar. She prefers playing acoustic guitars more than electric because It fits her style more.

She speaks with a strong Southern accent. When talking to someone that she likes {whether it’s platonic or romantic}, she’ll often refer to them as, “Sug”, which is basically the short form of sugar.

Aside from becoming a Huntress, other careers that Melanie has thought about pursuing were professional kick boxer, physical therapist or firefighter.

Melanie’s last name Hertz is derived from the German word herz meaning, “heart”, and was used as a nickname for a big-hearted person. Melanie and most members of her family are often described as some of the most big-hearted individuals in all of Remnant.  

Melanie never skips leg day.

That’s all that I have for Melanie right now! Any comments or critiques would be greatly appreciated and my askbox is always open! I’m thinking that I’ll be posting the next member of DMNO Norbert’s bio in the next few days or at least by next weekend. I’ll be posting again soon, so keep your eye out for it!

[playfuljester]

About The Jester

Name: Spinel Specific ID: Spinel - - - ? ? ? Nicknames: N/A Pronouns: She/Her Height: 5′4″ Age: 6,000+ Years Sexuality: Bisexual

Affiliation: Homeworld, The Diamonds, The Crystal Gems, Pink Diamond (Previously) Gem: Chest Weapon: Scythe / Rejuvenator Abilities:

Elasticity - Seemingly looking like an old-fashioned cartoon, Spinel's attack patterns and movements are akin to it as well. She is extremely elastic and malleable, able to stretch her limbs and torso to great lengths and inflate body parts to strengthen her attacks. She uses this to increase the range of her attacks, able to reach enemies from a distance. She can also coil her extended limbs to form a spring with an inflated fist at the end. She even displayed the ability to become as flat as the ground and slither across it, in an almost semi-liquid like state. She's even able to coil one of her fingers into making a type of horn that activates and deactivates her injector. There appears to be no limit as to how far she can stretch.

Twister Dash: She has the ability, when dashing at Steven, to dash in the style of a twister due to her elasticity and physiology similar to rubber or putty.

Limb Seperation: Spinel is shown to have the ability to separate her limbs. When she does this, she still has control of them and can even make them float.

Photokinesis - Allows her gem to glow in the dark similar to a flashlight

Standard Gem Abilities

Appearance

Spinel has a pink complexion, magenta eyes, a small pointy nose, and magenta hair that is styled into a pair of spiky pigtails. She also has three black lines underneath both of her eyes, reminiscent of running mascara. Her clothing consists of a dark magenta top, puffy pointed hot pink sleeves, puffy magenta shorts, hot pink wrist-length gloves, white stockings and a pair of magenta knee-high pointy boots.

Personality

Spinel is bitter, full of resentment towards Pink Diamond, Steven Universe, and all of their affiliates.

Due to her abandonment by Pink Diamond, Spinel is very mentally unhinged, being prone to spontaneous laughter and outbursts of extreme anger when reminded even indirectly that Pink Diamond forgot about her.

Through the movie and after it’s events she has learned to control herself a bit better. Showing high intelligence about friendships and their complexity she is willing to turn over a new stone with the three Diamonds and others who have chosen to forgive her.

History

Spinel had been made during the time that Pink Pearl had been around. Made as a playmate in order to redirect Pink’s childish attitude and high energy she was to be a toy for the other to release her pent up emotions on and play with when she felt bored.

Often the pink gem would try to play games in order to distract the diamond from her anger or annoyance with the other Diamonds. Playing games all day whenever she could with her Diamond, Spinel couldn’t be happier when she was with Pink Diamond and she had insisted that both of them would be together forever.

Things changed after ‘The Accident’ with Pink’s Pearl.

Pink started to become a bit more distant and insist more often about being a “real Diamond” as she would say. Wanting her own colony and taking on more responsibility that the Diamonds would give her. Whether that had the Diamond going out of the garden more in order to do what she must to prove herself to the other Diamonds; Pink’s presence soon became more and more scarce.

Then Pink was finally given her colony Earth she abandoned Spinel at the Garden built for them, telling her they were going to play a new game which involved Spinel standing perfectly still. Spinel was eager to play the game and stood motionless for 6,000 years while waiting for Pink's return and thus throughout the whole series.

Steven Universe: The Movie

After 6,000 years of waiting Spinel finally had gotten news on what became of her Diamond. She learns that Pink Diamond technically no longer exists and had given up her physical form to give birth to her half-human son Steven. After learning this and also realizing the fact that her Diamond abandoned her, she changed her appearance and swore vengeance on Steven and Pink's "other friends".

pinel arrives in Beach City on a massive customized Injector with which she begins filling the planet with poison. Spinel begins to fight against Garnet, Amethyst and Pearl, her stretching ability and chaotic method of movement allowing her to easily defeat them with her Gem Rejuvenator. Furious, Steven manages to grab hold of her weapon and poofs Spinel with it as well.

Eventually, after being Rejuvinated by her own weapon she ends up going back to Pink Diamond's Garden, where she tells Steven the story of her past as well as her abandonment through "Drift Away", causing her to return to her former self. Steven, feeling bad for Spinel, befriends her and brings her back to the Gems and Connie, who, after initially being wary, agree to let Spinel help Steven in deactivating the Injector.

Upon deactivating it, Spinel is once again hurt by Steven's reaction. She then claims that he only needed her for the Injector, and did not want to be her friend and that he would just get rid of her, the source of his problems. Thinking he will betray her as his mother did, she pushes Steven, making him drop the Rejuvenator. Freaking out in anger and betrayal, paranoid that Steven would send her back to her default, she resorts back to her old behavior and attacks Steven, taking Garnet as a hostage to goad him into fighting back. This, however, causes Garnet to regain her memories as well. After being beaten by the Crystal Gems, Spinel then retreats to the top of the Injector and is soon followed by Steven, who once more tries to reason with her. This further infuriates her, causing them to fight, until it becomes apparent she has lost her motivation to destroy him and regrets her actions up until that point. Steven, now fully reunited with his powers, comforts her and claims she can start fresh with new people to be her friends. The Injector then explodes due to the battle, and Steven saves Spinel by entrapping her in his bubble alongside him. Steven then attempts to comfort her again, as Spinel decides she has created too much damage and must leave. The Diamonds then arrive, ready to confront Steven about where they will live and Steven introduces Spinel to them, thus giving her the new friends he promised. Spinel then says goodbye to Steven and leaves Earth alongside the Diamonds, happy to be loved again.

Present

Spinel, not wanting to feel trapped again, spoke with the Diamonds in order to allow her to travel between Earth and Homeworld so long as she comes back once she is finished or doesn’t stay too long away from the Palace. The pink gem often finds herself traveling around Earth and trying her best to learn about friendship and what it really means to be a “friend”.

[the-eldritch-it-gay]

Hello! I really love your art, it’s gorgeous! May I ask what an Aovfcling is? I assume it’s something combined with “tiefling”, but wasn’t sure what and was really curious!

An Aovfcling is a homebrew race I made, it’s the direct offspring of a devil and an orc! They resemble tieflings in some ways, but tend to be taller, scalier, beefier, and have a lot of orc features! 

My original concept art for Aovfcling was this:

but it evolved as I worked more on it

If you want some stat/description stuff I’ll add it below the cut!

Aovfcling

Aovfcling’s are a curious race, rarely seen, as they are the direct offspring of a devil and an orc. Standing typically between 7′0 and 8′6 tall and weighing an average of 250-300 pounds, Aovfcling’s strike an imposing frame. Their features can vary depending on what kind of devil they descend from, but typically, they all are scaly and have 1 or more sets of horns and thick tails that are around 6-7 feet long. They are typically treated poorly or feared because of their appearance and heritage, which leads to many of them living far cities and towns.

Physical characteristics:

Eyes - Can be any solid color without pupils, or can have red, white, or black sclera and a wide range of vibrant eye colors. Pupils are uncommon, but when seen can vary in shape. 

Skin - Can be any color, including shades of brown as well as colors such as red, purple, gold, silver, and black. 

Scales - colors vary wildly but typically match eye color. Iridescent and metallic colors are common, and horns tend to have ridges with the same iridescent or metallic color

Hair - Can be any color or texture

Tail - Thick, scaled, usually the length is equal to around 4/5 their height. Tips can range from tufts of hair, bare, barbed, etc.

Legs - Frequently are unguligrade (hooved), though sometimes are seen with more humanoid legs.

Stats:

Size. Medium 

Speed. 30ft

Darkvision. 30ft 

Languages. Common, Infernal, Orc 

Ability Score Increase. Your strength increases by 2, and your intelligence by one.

Age. Due to being the direct offspring of a devil, Aovcflings can live for an indefinite amount of time, much like their devil parent. They can however be killed, unlike devils who need to be killed on their home plane to stay dead. Aovfclings usually reach maturity around 16, but this can vary. After reaching maturity, they don’t appear to physically age, or do so at a very slow rate.

Infernal endurance. When you are reduced to 0 hit points but not killed outright, you can drop to 1 hit point instead. Starting at 3rd level, as a reaction, you can cast Hellish Rebuke at 2nd level. You can’t use this feature again until you finish a long rest. 

Infernal Legacy. You know the Vicious Mockery cantrip. When you reach 3rd level, you can cast the Charm Person spell as a 2nd-level spell once with this trait. When you reach 5th level, you can cast the Enthrall spell once with this trait. You must finish a long rest to cast these spells once again with this trait. Intelligence is your spellcasting ability for them. 

Threatening Figure. You have proficiency in intimidation.

Universal Distrust.When not hiding your appearance, people are rude and distrusting of you and you have disadvantage on any charisma checks.