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mxmorbidmidnight · 5 months ago
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Fight Dog (an original poem)
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sinjaangels · 2 months ago
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Alice (Riddle form) in the NRC Pop Music Club.
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ijustwannamakeemojis · 2 months ago
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[ID: Six pixel hearts of various agab flags in order being assigned Lycan, Pink, Chaos, Slime Creature, Shapeshifter, and Riddle. End ID]
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isometimeswrite · 1 year ago
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The ghost of writers past or something has possessed me and now I’m on a roll. However it has nothing to do with my previous post. Instead, while driving, I have developed a whole new idea but very much something I’ve always wanted to write. Also lowkey Tomarry fanfic but I’m making it OC’s.
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solxamber · 3 months ago
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I wonder how would everyone in twst deal with shapeshifter!reader that shapeshifts according to the emotions they feel, kinda like penny from amazing world of gumball (mouse for fear, Medusa if they are angry, dragon when furious, etc.)
Shapeshifter! Reader shifts according to emotions
hi! thank you for the request, I'm not familiar with amazing world of gumball so if this is not what you wanted, you can let me know <3
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Riddle Rosehearts
At first, he’s baffled by your transformations. When he catches you breaking a rule, and you suddenly shrink into a mouse out of fear, he goes redder than his own dorm’s color scheme. “This isn’t in the rule book!” he shouts, trying to keep a straight face while pointing at your tiny, squeaking form. "Get back here! I wasn’t that scary!"
Ace Trappola:
"This is hilarious!" Ace cackles when you transform into a chicken after a jump scare prank he pulls. "Every time you freak out, I’m gonna get free eggs!" He starts carrying around a list of emotions and their potential animal counterparts just to mess with you. He’s particularly fond of when you turn into something inconvenient at the worst moments.
Deuce Spade:
He panics when you become a snake after he accidentally insults you. "W-Wait, I didn’t mean to offend you! I swear I respect you!" Deuce waves his arms frantically, but the snake version of you doesn’t look impressed. Eventually, he ends up apologizing to a tree you slithered up, hoping for forgiveness.
Cater Diamond:
"Oh my Sevens, this is prime Magicam content!" Cater says, snapping pictures every time you transform. “You’re a walking meme factory!” He probably starts a hashtag dedicated to your transformations: #EmoshiftGoals. No matter the situation, he’s there to document your form, even if you’re a giant octopus stuck in a doorway.
Trey Clover:
Trey is unphased, which only makes it worse. "You’re a dragon, huh? Well, would you still like some pastries?" He offers you a cupcake while you’re snarling as a massive fire-breathing lizard. Somehow, his calm demeanor just makes you feel more ridiculous, and you shapeshift back out of sheer embarrassment.
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Leona Kingscholar:
He’s absolutely done with it when you shapeshift into something large and ridiculous, like a lion that rivals him in size. "Seriously? That’s how you deal with anger?" he mutters, throwing an arm over his eyes and turning away. “You’re going to destroy the dorm, herbivore. Quit roaring at me before I kick you out.”
Ruggie Bucchi:
Ruggie sees dollar signs whenever you transform. “Yo, if you turn into a rare animal, I can sell tickets!” He’s already plotting ways to exploit your shapeshifting for his own gain, offering to “protect” you in exchange for some madols. You’re too busy struggling not to turn into a weasel from frustration.
Jack Howl:
He respects your ability, but he’s mildly concerned when you shift into a rhino after a workout, clearly overwhelmed by how sore you are. "Hey, I get the effort, but don’t take down the gym equipment with your horns," Jack warns, not knowing how to help while you smash everything in sight. It’s all part of “getting swole,” right?
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Azul Ashengrotto:
He’s actually kind of jealous of your ability. When you transform into something like a Medusa during a heated negotiation, Azul’s glasses slip down his nose. “Let’s keep calm, shall we?” he says nervously, trying to maintain his cool. He starts drafting up a contract for your transformation abilities, hoping to exploit your forms to boost the Monstro Lounge’s appeal.
Jade Leech:
Fascinated. When you shift into a giant squid out of excitement for finding a rare mushroom with him, Jade’s eyes gleam with interest. “How intriguing... I wonder if your emotions could inspire even rarer forms.” He offers you “stimulating” experiences to study your shapeshifting, but he’s just looking for an excuse to see your dragon form again.
Floyd Leech:
He’s your biggest fan. Every time you shift into something, Floyd is there, demanding to “see the big one” — aka your dragon form. “Come on, let me fight ya while you’re a dragon! It’ll be fun!” You’d think being a massive fire-breathing lizard would scare him, but nope. He’s more excited.
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Kalim Al-Asim:
Kalim finds your ability endlessly fun. “Whoa, you’re a parrot now! That’s amazing!” He just claps and laughs every time you transform, not even fazed when you accidentally turn into a giant elephant during a banquet. “This is the best party ever!” He starts planning parties around your emotions just to see what you turn into next.
Jamil Viper:
Jamil’s patience is tested when you shapeshift into an overly dramatic form every time you get slightly annoyed. You turn into a cobra when he criticizes your cooking, and he sighs, rubbing his temples. "I don’t have time to deal with this. Can’t you at least stay human for five minutes?" You hiss in reply.
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Vil Schoenheit:
Vil’s irritation reaches an all-time high when he realizes you can shapeshift into ethereal, otherworldly beings, making even him feel average. The moment you turn into an angelic being, radiating beauty, he stares in stunned silence before murmuring, "I’m not envious... but perhaps you could tone it down? You’re stealing the spotlight."
Rook Hunt:
Obsessed. Rook is utterly captivated by your ability and considers it a masterpiece of emotional expression. "Magnifique!" he exclaims every time you transform, sketchbook in hand. He spends hours praising your forms in flowery French, even when you’re just a tiny bunny hiding in a corner from Vil’s glare.
Epel Felmier:
Epel is torn between awe and jealousy when you become a giant bear in a fit of anger. “Dang it, I wanna be that big!” He tries to rile you up just to see your more fearsome forms, hoping to get some tips on how to be more intimidating. When you become a giant stag beetle, he’s both inspired and a little scared.
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Idia Shroud:
Idia’s both fascinated and terrified by your shapeshifting. “You’re basically a walking, talking MMORPG character with transformation hacks,” he mutters, eyes wide as you morph into a Cerberus when angry. He pulls out his tablet, muttering, "Okay, let’s not piss them off anymore, or it’s game over for me."
Ortho Shroud:
Ortho, on the other hand, is super excited about your ability. “Brother! They’ve turned into a griffin! How cool is that?” He scans you with his sensors and starts rattling off facts about your transformations like a walking encyclopedia. He keeps asking for data on each shift, even if you’re currently a three-headed dog chewing through a chair.
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Malleus Draconia:
Malleus is unsurprisingly unfazed. “Ah, you’ve become a dragon,” he muses when you turn into a fearsome beast out of fury. "How... nostalgic." He gives you pointers on how to properly roar and fly, treating your transformation as a normal Tuesday. “Let me know if you’d like some pointers on being a more regal dragon.”
Lilia Vanrouge:
Lilia finds it hilarious when you shapeshift uncontrollably. "Ah, such youthful vigor!" he says, clapping as you morph into a bat out of anxiety. He starts comparing your forms to his own transformations, occasionally pranking you just to see what you’ll turn into. When you become a spider, he dangles from the ceiling, poking fun at your eight legs.
Sebek Zigvolt:
Sebek yells in disbelief whenever you turn into anything he deems less than “worthy.” “You turned into a sheep? Preposterous! That’s no form for someone in the presence of Lord Malleus!” But when you shift into a dragon, he practically throws himself at your feet. “At last! A proper transformation!”
Silver:
Silver just... naps through most of your transformations. You could be a raging tiger, and he’d probably sleep through it. When he wakes up and finds you in some new form, he just rubs his eyes and says, “Oh, you’re a phoenix now? That’s cool,” before falling asleep again.
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Crowley: "This is a rare magical ability!" Crowley says, trying to use your talents to bolster the school's reputation. He wants you to shapeshift during big events, but every time you’re stressed, you turn into a giant tortoise and refuse to move. He’s not thrilled.
Trein: He lectures you on controlling your emotions to prevent transformations, but even he’s secretly amused when you turn into a kitten after falling asleep in his class. He just sighs and lets you nap on the desk.
Crewel: When you shift into a ferocious wolf during an argument, Crewel just nods approvingly. "Good, good. Use that tenacity!" He’s secretly proud of your feral forms but won’t admit it outright.
Vargas: “A shapeshifter, huh?” Vargas immediately makes you part of every athletic event, hoping you’ll turn into something big and fast. When you become a cheetah, he practically cheers. “That’s what I like to see! Speed and power! Keep it up!" He starts using your transformations as a benchmark for the rest of the class, causing you to shift into an armadillo out of sheer stress from his overenthusiasm.
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Rollo Flamme:
Rollo: He tries to maintain his usual calm and collected demeanor, but every time you shapeshift into something bizarre like a raven when you’re feeling anxious around him, he gets increasingly frustrated. “This is not an excuse for chaos,” he mutters through gritted teeth. But when you morph into a seraphim in a fit of anger, glowing and majestic, Rollo's attitude shifts to discomfort mixed with awe. “We need... order, not divine intervention.”
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bubbleddisasters · 12 days ago
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I know considering what we just learned in Caters dream this may be unlikely but:
I feel like Treys dream is just going to be everyone got fucking therapy. And something to do with dentistry and/or a bakery. Like thats it.
Just everyone actually works together in a safe, effective and healthy manner, Che’nyas an NRC student and is able watch over Riddle and keep watch/the dorm in line when Trey can’t and Cater opens up to him.
Like thats it. Everything else is status quo.
Ace and Deuce are still fucking around as usual, Yuu is the mediator, Leona finally got meds for his depression and some therapy so he’s not sleeping around as much, the majority of students are less manipulative and self absorbed, all is fine and dandy.
Ah yes, and You’ve predicted correctly, another Blue Che’nya Rant incoming under the cut lol:
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I need Che’nya to pull out his fourth wall breaking shenanigans again. He referenced Yuu’s mirror in Book 1 before Yuu even knew about it? AND The Cheshire Cat has Shapeshifting abilities and is literally the strongest creature in Wonderland only second to TIME ITSELF.
And what do Cats hate? Mice and Birds.
And who, pray tell, gets Alice out of Wonderland?
THE 👏CHESHIRE 👏CAT
You cannot tell me Che’nya was NOT the one who Mickey saw. Che’nya is already mildly hinted at being ridiculously OP.
Think also about Grim. Who has the same color palette and Blue fire as Ignihyde, and the only other character besides Che’nya to have a Cheshire esc grinning sprite. Also, a directly CAT based appearance, not a Lion like Leona, but your average joe cat.
Judging from Grims Design, role in the story and Bow, he’s likely based on Alices Cat in Alice in Wonderland that is unintentionally left behind by Alice when she falls through the Rabbit Hole.
Oh, and the Cheshire cat in the live action? DARKISH GREY AND FUCKING BLUE.
And Che’nya? Who conveniently appeared in both books with Tyrant in the name, conveniently has the ability to slip past NRCs barrier that took S.T.Y.X THEMSELVES SEVERAL HIGH POWERED ANTI MAGIC SHOTS to get through? Without Crowley noticing aswell? And likely teleporting the length of probably a SMALL COUNTRY just to go and fuck with Heartstabyl every other Tuesday or something? WITH NO VISIBLE MAGESTONE ON HIM.
Who randomly knew about our Mirror before we did, and DIRECTLY REFERENCED MICKEY/SOMEONE/ANOTHER WORLD BEING IN OUR MIRROR FROM THE START?? Who has had the ability to FLY, GO INVISIBLE, CONTROL HIS OWN GRAVITY AND LIKELY TELEPORT SO MUCH THAT TREYS SIBLINGS ASSUMED IT WAS CHE’NYA OPENING THEIR FRIDGE AND NOT THEIR OWN DAMM BROTHER, AND POSSIBLY DETACHING HIS OWN LIMBS, SINCE AGE FUCKING NINE (all seen/referenced in manga) , WHICH WE LEARNED SHOULD HAVE PRACTICALLY EXPLODED THE AVERAGE CHILD FROM ROLLO.
BRO HAS BEEN DOING FEATS WE’VE ONLY SEEN LILIA, CROWLEY AND MALLEUS DO.
Lastly, who could’ve followed us throughout our entire journey without notice?
In the Manga, a clone cater got LITERALLY impaled. Theres no way in hell every single person survived an overblot fight with, according to Ace, “A Couple Bruises” without some guardian angel bs happening.
WHOS ALSO THERE FOR ALICES ENTIRE JOURNEY AND PLAYS THE GUARDIAN ANGEL WHEN ALICE NEEDED AN EMERGENCY ROUTE OUT OF WONDERLAND WHEN SHE WAS BEING CHASED??????
THE 👏CHESHIRE 👏CAT
And theres only one person that can pull that role off without detection even if they slipped up, as if Crowley did so and suddenly accidentally became visible or smth, it’d draw more questions. Like wtf he’s doing his job????
For Scarabia, We basically had a magic shield (Floyd) and a Direct Target (Kalim), so Yuus less likely to catch Strays. Plus I wouldn’t put it above Floyd to work with Che’nya and just not fucking mention it. They seem like they’d get along well actually ngl.
Ignihyde is both the most suspicious and kinda hard to piece together, but why did Riddle end up the ONLY one to get oldified when they were likely similar distances to Tartarus. Something that conveniently forced him to pull out of the fight?
Also, you CANNOT tell me, no anti-magic necklaces or not, the magepens would be magic summonable. Thats way too risky and an obvious thing they’d have a backup for. Someone had to unlock it and I have my doubts it was Idia/Ortho, because that raised their fail rate probably quite higher.
Same goes for the Lightning Bolts. I heavily doubt Idia or Ortho would give them access to that at its full ability, especially pretty right off the bat, if the off chance of all three being used against them at once was on the table, since it would practically be the equivalent to a 3-1 hit K.O cheat code or 3-1 Instant D-20s in a row. 9 possible instant K.O shots per team. Thats way too risky. One? Maybe. Two? Eh. BUT THREE? BEFORE THE FINAL BOSS FIGHT? WITH THE MAGEPENS TOO?
Also, if someone had the batshit Idea (cough Epel or Rook cough) to jump down the tower, since it’s literally just the worlds deadliest spiral staircase, and summon some cushioning for their fall and jump to the last floor platform, they could speedrun directly to them with the fully charged bolt, and if they got the rest of the groups to do that, things would go to shit for Idia pretty fast.
They also had the equivalent of a trained sniper with them. If Rook finds major vulnerabilities and tells everyone where to hit them all at the same time, its probably over.
I can mildly see the possibility of OB! Idia getting too cocky and doing so, but I find it doubtful, as I feel he would label it an “endgame” reward considering how OP it is.
It’s been proved before that NRC has it basically on sight with RSA, which works in Che’nyas favor, since they focus on the fact an RSA students on campus rather then HOW he got there.
That, and the Overblotee or more logical guys will probably be like “Riddle/Trey sent Supervision? Yea all things considering that tracks honestly.”
We see this in the game and manga, but in the manga, we can see in the Heartstabyl Finale image that Che’nya never actually left after we see him get “chased out”, and has literally been chilling in a bush watching the group the whole time, meaning he’s likely pretty experienced with faking his departures.
So we can’t hear him, can’t see him, no footprints or footsteps, he can literally clip out of existence to miles away up a mountain on command??? And can unexplainably slip past 500 year old arcane barriers without breaking a sweat???
Bros got The Guardian Angel/ Spy package Deluxe.
Anyway thats just a bad theory but yea
Thats the end of my rant for now I need to eat lunch lol.
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fanonical · 2 years ago
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here's a secret i don't wany my players to know about our tabletop game - sometimes i plan puzzles/scenarios that don't actually have a fixed solution, and instead will be solved when i think they've come up with a cool solution
like obviously you can't do that if you're setting a riddle or something, but i just remember one time they were in a shapeshifter duel. they needed to pass through to the next room by duelling a magical being that could change into different things by saying 'i am a [whatever]'. the party was also given the power to do this
so, for instance, if she said 'i am a fish', they could say 'i am a fisherman', and she could counter that with 'i am a sword', going back and forth with different bodies that can beat each other in a fight
i didn't have an endgame here. i was just going to say they won when they'd gone long enough to impress her, or lost if they can't think of anything. that was the scenario, as written
but in the course of the scene, my players 'figured out' that they had to make her say 'i am a door', because that was what they were looking for, and started to chain together an impressive string of responses that ultimately led them there. and i started to encourage that, because that's smart as hell! way better than what i had planned
and that's what i mean - as a dm, give your players space to figure things out and change the scene in ways you hadn't anticipated. it's fun!
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ganondoodle · 25 days ago
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can you tell us more ab shargon’s kids?? :0
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(sorry for the ... very rough sketch and probably unreadable text, struggeling alot with art atm ... still ..)
Thank you for asking!
Shargon has two young children, Jyothi and Tyura (forgive the weird names, made them when i was young and they are too ingrained now to change ..)
(Shargon is a single parent; demons do not have a gender/only one, all of them have the ability to bear children with an organ that sits right beneath the demonic heart, they also do not need a partner, they can just decide to have a child and trigger the process- while carrying they cannot shapeshift since an unborn demon cannot go along with that- genetics are usually not a problem since demons generally draw from a huge gene pool dating back eons; if they have a partner they will have to exchange some heartblood for the child to be a mix of both; growing a child is very energy draining and when carrying its not unusual for a demon to resort to consuming food, which they typically dont need to do; maintaining a certain energy level is very important since otherwise the risk of deformities in the child increases alot; a newborn demon (birth occurs through the mouth) has a few baby teeth with which to bite its parent/caretaker and feed on their demonic blood, it is not a requirement but many do since it accelerates their growth and can even out energy imbalances)
Jyothi, comparable to a 13 year old human, is a rather healthy young demon with alot of skill using elemental magic (wind in her case), which is why shes being taught by Lord Eadrya; Eadrya wants Shargon dead and regularly attacks him and although both of his children inherited his unnatural and hated/feared eye color, Jyothi stood up to Eadrya not knowing who they were at the time (and thus not their status and reputation) since Shargon lives extremely isolated- and even challenged them to a fight showing so much character and skill that Eadrya saw past her heritage and offered to teach her
The two get along well and she often sneaks away to find them bc she is so eager to learn and spend time with such a powerful and careless demon that everyone respects ... unlike her parent, who is weak, riddled with anxiety and hated by everyone, she still loves him of course, but the more time she spends away the more she adopts the way the other demons think and speak of Shargon
Shargon hates that she goes to them so much, mostly bc he is afraid they, and especially Eadrya, will hurt her or stop her from returning home, even with her special status bc of her talents, she still is his child after all; he does not and could not force her to not go though (a benefit is that she has been the only one besides Thor (Eadryas best friend) able to stop Eadrya from literally killing Shargon, as much as they are horrible to him, they do care alot for her)
(Jyothi has only started to grow her horns and her markings and colors will shift alot as she grows, as is typical for young demons)
Tyura, comparable to a 6 year old human, is much more like Shargon himself, very fearful and skitters away if theres anything they are unsure of, they are of the same elemental type as Shargon (lightning) but thus far has never used it beyond weak defensive shocks; they are also mute and have a deformed left hand likely bc Shargon was attacked and hunted for a long time while carrying them, thus not able to provide a stable energy level the other demons know of them but any attempt to get close to them has been prevented either by Shargon himself or .. Tyura fleeing and hiding (their body structure is also rather similar, the round shape is largely just fluffy feathers)
when Shargon is in the human world his children tend to stay with the only other demon he can trust (Ceryrion, an earth elemental and the chillest guy you can imagine), they dont like him much but love children and will happily go about their day while a little Tyura clings onto their back (though Tyura will absolutely dive back to Shargon whenever they notice his presence) both kids have been to the human world before but since it is very uncomfortable to be in as a demon he has only done so for them to meet Mori (Shargons human friend that lives .. illegally .. at the gates to the demon world) and avoided bringing them there otherwise
the time he is away has notably increased alot after accepting the deal with Zaphira (being her bodyguard .... 24 hours a day .. granted she did not know he had children, and also didnt know anything about demons but that she could use him to solve her problems)
here i go rambling again, i hope that gave you a bit of an idea of them ;O;
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fictional-actors-bracket · 1 year ago
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Quarterfinals 2
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brattyfics · 2 months ago
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Swampbound IX
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Jesse locked up his shop in a rush, barely paying mind to the clinking of keys in his hand as he turned the deadbolt. Adla’s plea echoed in his mind like a ghost’s whisper, tugging at memories and warnings he’d long tried to bury. That “shapeshifter” she’d brought around—was he the one his grandmother had foreseen, the man destined to meet a shadowed end, again and again, in an unbroken cycle of death and rebirth?
The thought sat heavy on his chest as he crossed Main Street under the dimming sky, his steps burdened by a decision he’d sworn never to make. He’d met Adla’s questions with half-truths and warnings wrapped in riddles, all to keep her from stepping too close to the life he bore like a curse. But love and duty now dragged him toward a fate he couldn’t escape, binding him to a path he’d vowed never to tread.
When Jesse pulled up to her place, the busted porch rail caught his eye—proof of the shifter’s visit and a clash he could sense but couldn’t recall. He drew a steadying breath, knocking slow and sure, each rap heavier than the one before. Adla swung open the door, her face set in tight lines, shadowed by a quiet desperation.
Behind her, Terry loomed like a shadowed sentinel, his presence crackling in the room. Jesse’s gaze sharpened, sizing up the man who’d barged into their lives with such force.
“Terry, this is Jesse,” Adla said, her voice steady though tension hummed in the air. “Jesse, meet Terry.”
Jesse cut her a sharp glance. “You should’ve called me sooner, Adla.”
“She might’ve,” Terry broke in, “if you hadn’t come storming in here before.”
They squared off, tension thick in the air, but Adla stepped between them, resting a steadying hand on Terry’s arm—a gesture Jesse didn’t miss. His jaw tightened as he swallowed the jealousy rising up, bitter and unbidden.
Adla drew a steady breath, turning to Jesse. “We gotta keep our heads. Burne is snatching folks up, using ‘em. Takin’ their power. Mike, Terry’s cousin, he’s caught up in it, and we need a way to pull him out.” She held his gaze, letting the weight of her words sink in. “I need you, Jess. I need your help to work a spell, to find him.”
Jesse’s face softened as he took in her resolve. She wasn’t budging, but a deep unease stirred in him. He knew Burne wouldn’t back down.
“You shouldn’t’ve let him in,” Jesse said, casting a wary glance at Terry.
Terry’s voice cut back, tense and sharp. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”
Jesse’s eyes held on Terry for a moment before shifting back to Adla. “This ain’t just about Burne. It’s about you now. You’re caught up in something bigger than you understand, and I’ve been trying to keep you safe from it.” His voice lowered to a near whisper. “You’re tied to all this, Adla, in ways you can’t overlook anymore.”
“Then quit with the riddles, Jesse,” she pressed. “I need the truth. Just lay it out for me—what’s really going on?”
“The reason you never knew you were a witch is ‘cause my grandmother put a binding spell on you years ago. Your daddy asked her to do it, scared to death Burne would come after you if you ever showed any signs of magic or powers. It was meant to keep you safe. Protected.”
Adla’s heart raced as his words settled in. She thought back over the years, remembering how Burne had always eyed her, always looking for ways to get under her skin. “But it didn’t work.”
“No. Burne’s always had his sights set on you, Adla. I don’t know why, but now he’s escalating—acting more erratic.”
A chill ran through her as the truth sank in. Everything her father had fought to shield her from was now something she had no choice but to confront.
“Adla,” Jesse whispered, his voice cracking as he reached for her. “I wanted to keep you away from all this, but I’ll stand by you. Even if that means standing with him.” He shot a reluctant glance at Terry, who met his gaze with a steely resolve.
Adla took a shaky breath, feeling a fierce purpose stirring inside her. She had no choice but to embrace the powers that had been deferred. “Then help me cast the spell, Jess. We’re running out of time. We gotta find Mike, and I need you to guide me.”
Their fates now intertwined, Jesse nodded, aware that helping her might seal his own. “Bring the grimoire.”
Jesse's voice cut through the heavy silence of Adla’s kitchen, steady and resolute as he listed what else they needed: “Grab a candle. Get a scoop of dirt from outside, some water for boiling, a little vinegar, honey or sugar—whichever you got, paper and a pen...and something personal from the one we’re tryin' to find. You got anything like that?”
Terry stepped up with a serious expression, knowing he didn’t have anything of Mike’s on him. “What about my blood?”
Jesse studied Terry, weighing his options. “That’ll do if we ain’t got nothin' else.” Without a word of protest, Terry dragged a blade across his palm, dark red blood pooling against his skin. The look in his eyes said it all—anything for Mike.
Adla turned and slipped out the door, bare feet pressing into the damp earth, gathering what she could from the wild that surrounded her house. Her pulse quickened, as if every creak of the trees whispered, “Hurry.”
When she came back, they formed a tight circle around the stove. The dim light from the burner danced across their faces, and the scent of iron, soil, and salt hung in the air, raw and grounding. Terry’s gaze remained locked on her, intense yet calm, while Jesse leaned in close, guiding her through the steps of the spell.
Adla hesitated, her fingers hovering over the mixture. “I don’t know what I’m doin’, Jesse,” she murmured, doubt creeping into her voice. “What if I mess it up?”
Jesse nodded slightly, a reassuring look softening his usual sharpness. “It’s gotta be you, Adla. Ain’t nobody else here connected like you are. You’re tied to Terry, and Terry’s tied to Mike. That’s all that matters.”
As much as he hated it, he couldn’t deny what he was seeing.
“On the most basic level, your powers come from your intentions,” he continued, his voice low and steady. “Speak ’em as you go. Let it flow natural-like.”
Taking a breath, Adla followed his lead, stirring the swamp water as it simmered on the heat. She sprinkled in the dirt, the salt, and Terry’s blood, her hands moving slow but steady. She murmured softly, barely above a whisper, calling out for Mike. With her eyes closed, she pictured his face, like it was in that police sketch, imagining him out there somewhere, lost in the dark.
When she finished the ritual, she glanced up at Jesse, her eyes wide and searching. “Is that gonna be enough?” she asked, her voice tight. “Do you think it’ll work?”
She felt Terry behind her, a steady warmth that calmed her nerves, like he was holding his breath, pouring every ounce of hope into the silence around them. His tension pulsed like a heartbeat, binding them together in this desperate plea.
“Can’t say for sure until later,” Jesse replied, his voice cool and steady. “It’ll come to you tonight, clear as day. Instead of just flashes, you’ll see it all—the place he’s at, what’s surrounding him. Then we’ll make our move.”
Terry’s jaw tightened, his eyes flashing in the dim light. “I ain’t waitin’ another night,” he snapped, his voice low and raw. The full moon was creeping closer, clawing at him from the inside, the urge to shift prickling beneath his skin, coiling tight in his bones. He had to reach Mike before that pull took over.
“You don’t have a choice, bruh,” Jesse shot back, his words sharp with hard-earned truth. “Chief’s got your face plastered all over town, stuck on poles and taped in shop windows. Folks are scared of him—soon as they catch sight of you, they’ll be dialing the police. Then you’ll end up locked up right next to your kin, wherever he is.”
Terry exhaled sharply, his fists balled up tight as he turned away, muscles coiled with tension. “I need a moment to myself,” he muttered, his footsteps heavy against the worn floorboards as he strode from the room, slipping into the shadows like a restless spirit searching for freedom.
Adla watched him slip away, the weight of the silence he left behind pressing down like a heavy fog. She turned back to Jesse, her voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you,” she said, aware that Terry couldn’t find the words in this moment.
“Ain’t nothin’,” Jesse shrugged it off, though a flicker of softness crossed his face for just a heartbeat. “Just... take care, alright? If you need anything tonight, just holler. I’ll be around.”
His gaze lingered on her a moment longer, something bittersweet dancing in his eyes before he turned to go. The house felt different to him now, engulfed in Terry’s shadow, no longer the sanctuary it used to be. He didn’t look back as he stepped out, the door creaking shut behind him.
Adla found Terry sitting on the edge of her bed, his face buried in his hands, shoulders knotted tight under the heavy weight of everything pressing down on him. She slipped in behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders, kneading the tension there, feeling the solid muscle beneath her fingers. She could’ve sworn he’d gotten broader since the first time she laid eyes on him.
“Is there anything I can do?” she asked gently, her voice barely a whisper. Terry turned his head slightly, his gaze dark and hungry as it roamed down her figure, lingering for a moment too long. He wanted to lose himself, to drown out the waiting, and her body just the kind of distraction he needed.
"You got that look like you wanna eat me up." She said it half-joking, but Terry was dead serious. 
“I do.” His hand settled firm on her stomach, guiding her back until she was laid flat on the bed. He leaned in, hands planted on either side of her face, his voice a low murmur. “Been holdin’ back, waitin’ real patient on you to give the word.” Just two days ago, she hadn’t even met him, and now he was leaning over her, talkin' like this moment had been set in stone from the start.
He lingered close, eyes dark and hungry, letting the silence stretch as he took her in, like he was giving her one last chance to pull back. But she didn’t. Instead, she leaned in, her quiet breath saying all he needed to hear. Terry’s mouth moved slow along her neck, grazing her skin with playful bites, each nip soothed by the soft sweep of his tongue. She’d never felt like this—trapped like prey in a snare, waiting to be devoured.
But she welcomed every bit of it.
"Mm, you got the sweetest skin." Her breath hitched as his mouth found her pulse, sucking slow and soft until she melted right under his touch, ready to give him all he wanted and then some. “Been itchin' for another taste of this pretty neck.”
"Been wantin' you, too."
"Yeah? How ’bout we kill two birds with one stone then? You need some rest, and I got plenty of energy to wear down. Why don’t you let me put you to bed?"
Adla's gaze met his, and once again, she was caught in his spell. Those eyes of his ought to be illegal; the way he looked at her had her rooted to the spot. She was in too deep—deeper than she’d ever been before—but she couldn’t help but fall.
"You gonna take care of me, Terry?"
She needed the assurance; for her mind, her body.
"I got you, darlin’.”
Terry tugged her shirt up, inch by inch, hands going underneath to cup her breasts. He massaged them beneath the cotton t-shirt and watched the expression on her face change. Her mouth feel open, needy and wanting, as his deft fingers swirled patterns around her nipples.
“How’s that feelin’ to you, lovey?”
“It feels good, Terry. So good.”
“Yeah? You want more?”
Terry kissed her long and sweet, lifting her T-shirt up and over her head while he gently tucked her curls back from her face. His gaze roamed over her bare skin, greedily taking in the curves she’d just barely been concealin’ under those night gowns and shirts. 
His imagination hadn’t done her no justice.
“You’re too damn pretty,” he murmured, spellbound by all the ebony skin beneath him, ripe and ready for the taking. His dick jumped in his pants. She was arching her back already, pressing her chest into his and baring her neck to him. 
Presentin’ herself.
He popped a ripe nipple into his mouth, his eyes locked on her, electric and intense. She cradled the back of his head while he nursed the sweet flesh.
“That makes you feel good, don’t it? Me playin’ with your titties and callin’ you pretty?”
If she was honest, everything about him brought her pleasure. That steady, intense gaze that made her feel like she was the only one in his sights. His body, heavy yet comforting, like a warm blanket draped over her. The way he handled her, that sinful mouth of his.
“You turn me on,” She stared him in the eyes. No need in being shy about what she wanted.
“Good. ’Cause you drive me wild,” He growled in her ear, “I want to taste you all over.” His big hand wrapped around hers, drawing it to his lap so she could feel his erection. “You don’t know what I wanna do to you, what I’m fixin’ to do to you…”
“...I think I might have a clue,” she said with a naughty smile.
“I swear you don’t,” Terry said, his serious expression sending a shiver down her spine. But she wanted him—there was no denying that. She figured she ought to lean into the moment before he left and she never saw him again. Throw caution out and take that supernatural dick raw, just how nature made it.
“Show me, baby,” she urged, tugging at the front of his pants. He leaned back on his knees to unbutton it, and she got onto her knees to help, her mouth watering as he revealed his erection. She’d forgotten he didn’t have any underwear. It was thick, a beautiful shade of brown. Pretty and long. He teased her, pulling it just out of reach before she could put her mouth or hands on it.
She looked up at him with a playful frown and he laughed. “Tell me you want it.”
“I already told you.”
“Say it again.”
She pouted, wondering what kind of game he was playing.
“If you think I’m gonna beg for it, you got another thing comin’.”
There was a devilish glint in his eye.
“You’ll be beggin’ me for somethin’ before this night’s over, mark my words. But, do your thing, suga. You’ll just have to watch until you come to your senses and learn to listen.”
“You messin’ with me?”
“Does it look like I am?” He shifted away from her, leaning back against the headboard. She watched him claim her space like he was king, his presence filling the small house. She sensed it was like that everywhere he went, no matter the size.
“Stop kiddin’ around,” she huffed, settling in front of him with her hands on his knees. He didn’t let her hands go any further, swatting them away. She wavered between indignation and desire.
“I don’t beg, Terry.”
He didn’t respond, just shot her a look that said, ‘you will tonight.’
“If you want to touch somethin’, then touch yourself. Lean back like that. That’s it. Good girl. Now take off your shorts. And those panties too.” She shimmied, pulling the fabric down her feet. When he caught sight of the glistening pink, he needed to see more. “Spread your legs for me.”
She opened them wide.
“See, you know how to take direction.”
“Shut up.”
His eyebrow shot up, making a mental note for later. “I can see I’m gonna have to break you in right.” When she rolled her eyes and tried to get up, he reached out and pinned her leg to the matress. She was so damn headstrong. He wanted her soft, yielding in his hands, where it was safe.
“Stop being hardheaded. Lean back and play with that pussy.”
She couldn’t believe he was talking to her that way—or that she was actually obeying him. She felt like she had just stepped out of her real life and into a dirty movie. The way he was directing her, telling her exactly how he wanted her. She liked it.
“I wanna see it, spread it wide,” he said, his tone turning more aggressive as he ran his hand over his shaft. He didn’t leave her any room to disobey. She closed her eyes, letting her fingers slide down to part her pussy lips. A neatly trimmed triangle of hair caught his eye. He imagined burying his face there, taking a deep breath, but only after she understood he was in charge.
“That’s a good slut.” She gasped but quickened her pace, keeping her gaze locked on his manhood, which was growing thicker by the second. He was talkin’ reckless now. Terry Richmond really was a wild one.
“Get up. Now. Turn over. I wanna see it from the back.” With a sigh, she rolled onto her hands and knees, reaching between her thighs without needing to be told. It looked comfortable and familiar to her. His mind drifted. “Is that how you do it when you’re on your own?” She ignored his question, focusing instead on making circular motions with her fingers. He smacked her ass in succession, and she tumbled to her stomach with a yelp.
“Terry–”
“You better answer me when I’m talkin’ to you, girl.” His expression was serious, and it made her pussy wet. She imagined him spanking her with those strong hands of his. Maybe having a stern man like him around to keep her in line wouldn’t be so bad after all.
“Yes, Sir.”
She figured she might as well lean into it, especially if it meant getting what she wanted. Terry guided her back onto her knees, making her glance back at him over her shoulder. “You don’t use your fingers?” It wasn’t really his business, but she found herself wanting to share, to talk about her most intimate and naughty moments with him. “No, I don’t like fingers… or toys.” She preferred something hard and warm stretching her out good fashion.
His eyes stayed fixed on the mess she was making, watching every bit of it.
Sticky.
Wet.
“Oh, you’re a righteous slut, then?”
There was that filthy word again. The one she’d only ever read in those steamy books ladies liked to whisper about. She thought about telling him to stop; she’d lay hands on any other man for being so bold, but it kept the water between her legs flowing like a faucet, dripping down her fingers and spilling over onto the inside of her thighs.
“You don’t like that word?” Terry asked. 
She shook her head.
“But it’s makin’ you wet?”
She nodded.
“Come ‘ere.” 
Without hesitation, she curled up in his arms, enjoying the way he gently stroked her skin. “You should just ask for what you want, lovey, ‘cause I wanna give it to you.” He nibbled on her shoulder while she pouted up at him. The thought was so tempting, it nearly pulled her under, but she knew if she gave in, he’d think he could control her with that dangerous dick.
“If you want it, you know what you gotta do, but I see you ain’t ready yet—lean back.” 
This time, he settled between her legs, his ever-changing colored eyes fixed on her like a serpent’s. His tongue slithered out, exploring the sweet, pink flesh. He lapped at her clitoris before working his tongue in and out of her vaginal opening. She held the back of his head and rolled her hips, moaning and sighing until she was on the edge.
“Terry… baby, keep lickin’, you’re gonna make me—just like that, don’t stop, please!” she wailed, moving wildly as she made a mess all over the bed, soaking the sheets down to the matress. She shook for a long time afterward while Terry rubbed her arms. “...I don’t think I’ve ever done that in my life,” she admitted when he came to hover over her.
His hand slid down to gather some of the slick between her legs, covering his shaft. He was growing impatient, desperate. His dick was so hard it hurt. “You gotta take care of me now, baby,” he told her, grinding against her soft thighs. “You got me so fuckin’ hard.” Even in his desperation, he was determined to come out on top, to assert his dominance over her. If he didn’t, she’d be well aware she could reign over him with that tight little snatch.
“Tell me what I need to hear, so I can put us both out of our misery.” He buried his face in her neck, thrusting his hips forward, her wet skin giving only minimal relief.
​​She pulled his face back, kissing his lips and nose. She was being so sweet and open he thought that she might bloom for him like a flower, give him what he wanted. Instead, she flashed him a mischievous smirk, even amid all the sweating and shaking.
“I told you I don’t beg, Terry. I ain’t got to.”
He snapped, snarling as he grabbed her up all wild. One hand held her in place while the other slipped his dick into her wet slot. “Woo!” she squealed as he eased his way in, careful but determined. “Hold up. Wait a minute, baby! It’s too big—Terry!” she hollered when he reached the hilt. He pinned her by her hips, his shaft fishing in and out of her, erratic but steady. “Baby…wait,” She tapped his thighs but he wouldn’t let up.
“Gimme that pussy… just like that. You’ve been wantin’ this since I showed up at your door—I could smell it on you,” He fought hard not to lose himself in the sensation, not to go completely feral as he worked her over. “Don’t know why you’re pretendin’ you’re not desperate for my dick, this good dick,” Her legs locked around his waist, bracing herself against the onslaught. She squealed as he bit her neck. It stung when he broke the skin, but she couldn’t feel anything past the pleasure he was giving her. Tears were forming in her eyes. His sharp teeth were everywhere—her lips, her shoulder, then her breasts. Come morning, it would be like she’d been mauled by a beast. She relished it, wanting to wear his marks.
A bold thought crossed her mind—she wanted to sink her teeth into him too, break the skin, and leave a mark of her own that would linger; proof that he existed, that their paths had crossed. But she knew that wouldn’t be enough. She craved a piece of him that would endure long after he was gone. Something she could hold and keep forever. She wanted him to bury himself in her so deep he could never leave. When his hips faltered, and she felt him start to retreat, she tightened her grip around him, her fingers clawing down his back. “Don’t pull out. I want it! Please!”
“You want me to come…in you?” he whispered, disbelief lacing his words. He’d wanted her wild, open with no holds barred, but this was a whole different ballgame. He’d already lost his mind, slipped right into her without a second thought, no protection. Just wanted to feel her, bare and close, with nothing between them.
What if they made a baby?
The thought stirred something in him; he didn’t hate the idea as much as he figured he should. He wanted it too—consequences be damned. 
“Yes! Yes! Give it to me!” she wailed as he released himself into her warmth, claiming her womb with his seed. She sobbed, running her hands along his back as tears streamed down her face. “Keep coming inside me. Don’t leave me. I don’t want you to go, baby. Please don’t go.” He pressed kisses all over her face, savoring the salty taste of her tears. He couldn’t tell if she was asking him to stay for good or just caught in the moment, but he knew what he wanted—he just had to find Mike first.
After that, nothing would hold him back from staying with her.
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a-kind-of-merry-war · 2 years ago
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The real insult, Edgin thought, as the rest of his mind turned to jelly, was how fucking small the dragon was.
This was his first encounter with a faerie dragon, and he hadn't taken the whole thing very seriously. A bright green dragon no larger than a cat, cooped up in some miller's chimney? It barely felt worth the coin, not that he told the miller that.
The dragon, however, had other ideas. They'd managed to wrangle it outside thanks to some keen shapeshifting from Doric, but as soon as she'd gotten it through the front door and into Ed's arms it had hit him with an enormous blast of glittering fae magic.
Ed was no stranger to Euphoria Breath - there were bars in all the seedier spots of Neverwinter that sold a concentrated hit of the stuff for a reasonable fee - but he'd never had it straight from the source.
The last lucid thought that passed through his head before his knees hit the floor was oh, this is pretty good.
They gathered around the stricken bard, no one keen to get too close. No one had any idea what to do.
“I’m sure Xenk has something up his sleeve,” Simon said, pleadingly. “Right, Xenk?”
Xenk gave him a long look. “I assure you,” he said, “the only thing up my sleeves is my arms.”
From the floor, Ed made a choking noise.
“He speaks!” Xenk was beside him in a blink, grabbing his shoulders. “Speak to me, my dearest friend, or has some foul scourge taken thy tongue?”
Ed stared at him, unfocused. Behind Xenk’s shoulder, Holga rolled her eyes. Ed opened his mouth.
“Speak!” Xenk commanded.
“Wh—”
It was no more than a broken whisper. Xenk moved closer. “What is it, my friend?”
“Where—” Ed took a deep breath that collapsed in upon itself. His eyes had gone red, watering with the effort of speaking. “Where does— where— Xenk—”
“Yes, Edgin?”
Ed hauled himself to his elbows unsteadily. “Xenk…”
“I am with you.”
“Where…” he took another, gasping breath, like a man drowning. “Where does Xenk keep his armies?”
Xenk blinked at him. He had never had the honour of command, nor did he have the inclination.
“Your mind has been rattled by the scourge,” he said. “You must rest, and hope that you may—”
“Up his sleevies!”
Holga burst into snorting laughs. Ed looked thrilled, laughing until tears rolled down his cheeks. Even Doric began to giggle.
“I—” Xenk was lost. “I am not sure I understand your riddle, Edgin.”
Edgin clapped his shoulder, gripping tight. “Up his sleevies,” he breathed. When Xenk did not respond, he slumped back down with a groan.  “Fucking harp—”
And then he swooned clean away.
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mxmorbidmidnight · 3 months ago
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I'm a Jackalope Hare! original poem by me about being the tricksome, troublesome critter that I am. Prrrrrr!!
I am also thinking of doing a poetry collection entirely about nonhumanity as I have found myself greatly inspired and deeply fascinated by the many wondrous souls I have encountered within the nonhuman community. Those who I meet here seem so very worthy of being captured within art with such beauty I wish to replicate in verse.
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sinjaangels · 8 months ago
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Riddle Rosehearts was Alice's first DNA sample of the Twisted Wonderland humanoid races. Her spacesuit under her uniform is a mirco-organic replicator that can duplicate, increase, and decrease fabric matter that can transforms to fit over her body. It also cleans and sanitizes fabric.
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fairyhaos · 11 months ago
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seventeen and which mythical beings they are
requested by @mesanthropi ^^ physically held myself back from going on rants for shua's and hao's and jeonghan's pls (iykyk)
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seungcheol
vampire. formidable, mysterious vampire seungcheol from a powerful family name who lives in a huge, ominous castle and somehow manages to make sucking blood look sexy… shakes he's so fine oh my god. honestly vampire!cheol with glowing red eyes and an intimidating presence and the most smug fucking smirk in the world is such a vibe, and he also has the whole “i was born centuries and centuries ago” old hag thing down to an art
jeonghan
siren. specifically a mermaid-type siren that lives in the sea and has a pretty iridescent tail. water-dwelling being jeonghan just makes so much sense to me bc he has their fluidity and their peaceful and their mischief and also??? jeonghan with a shimmery mermaid tail and captivating siren voice???? i'd willingly drown myself for him actually, siren song be damned. he has the silvery voice of a siren and the ethereal looks to be one fr
joshua
wood nymph. bambi-eyed wood nymph joshua who communicates with the birds and tends to his forest and has flowers weaved in his hair and stars embedded around his eyes… the nymph!joshua obsession is Real guys and i am definitely a victim of it. curly haired joshua is just sooo wood nymph coded and i can see him as some soft-spoken, pretty being who lives in a birch tree and guides stray travellers when they get lost in his woods
junhui
witch junhui with his black cat familiar and his dented cauldron and his cottage in the middle of the forest!! witch junhui with his mini apothecary and his goofy-sounding spells and his eyebrow permanently half-singed bc his enchantments keep backfiring!! witch junhui with his soft spoken words and bright laugh and total kindness to everyone who happens upon his home!! witch junhui is so so dear to me and he really is just. a witchy little dude
hoshi
shapeshifter. does this idea feed into his furry agenda a bit too much? yeah, it kinda does, but oh my god just imagine tiger shapeshifter hoshi who's part human but can turn into a large, big-fanged and bold-striped tiger at a moment's notice. he really just genuinely gives shapeshifter vibes, and every year he schedules one week where he'll traipse off into the nearest mountains and blow off some steam in his tiger form for seven days
wonwoo
dragon. okay so this is kinda not a humanoid mythical being, but wonwoo is soooo big friendly dragon coded. i can imagine him as a large, red scaly dragon, snoozing atop his massive hoard of gold in a secluded cave in the forest, little wisps of smoke coming out of his nostrils as he snores contentedly. that doesn't mean he can't be scary if he wants to tho, and can burn down any puny humans who try to steal his hoard in the blink of an eye
woozi
demigod. part-god woozi is just such a vibe okay, and he rlly does give off a hercules-type feel, where he can do inhuman things and seems almost untouchable in his awesomeness, even though he's right there in front of you. and he has a hatred of the gods and a mild tolerance for humans but at the end of the day, he appreciates and loves both for all that they do. (also in a percy jackson demigod sense, he is totally an apollo's kid and no i don't make the rules) 
minghao
fae. y'all know how far my fairy minghao agenda runs by now and like ??? can you blame me ???? the idea of sassy smol hao with fairy wings and a squeaky voice is cute and all, but also i just think he fits the idea of the entire tall, mysterious fae folk really well too. with his pointy fae ears and his shrewd gaze and his ability to say half-truths and riddles and give sage advice about how to live your life all at once, he really is very much a fae-like person. 
mingyu
some sort of demon. he's so loud and bright and kind that, despite his huge presence and glowing eyes and the horns protruding out of his mess of fluffy hair, you don't even register that he's some dangerous, hellish creature before something happens and he just snaps, the air around him visibly darkening as he tears after the thing that caused him to lose control. he's so sweet and kind but so undeniably dangerous all at once. 
dokyeom
elf. i'm thinking lord of the rings elves, except i haven't actually watched lord of the rings but i have this idea of them being tall and rich and elegant beings, and it makes me think of dokyeom. he's just so pretty, and the elves rely on the natural elements to survive, right? dokyeom is just so sunbeams peeking through forest leaves, so little rabbits bounding through the undergrowth, so hand-whittled arrows and folk songs around a campfire and tall, tall, beautiful elves. 
seungkwan
will o’ the wisp or a sprite. he's endearing and mysterious, and once you gain his favour he's staying glued to ur shoulder for the entirety of your dangerous quest through the magical woods. he's very chatty and also very elusive, constantly flitting around in the air and disappearing in a wink of light before appearing on your nose once again. you can't tell if he's a help or a hindrance, but he's cute and bright and makes the journey a lot better
vernon
a smurf. smurfs count as mythical beings okay, and while ive never actually watched any smurf movie thing ever, i think vernon would make an absolutely brilliant smurf. they give off silly goofy weird adorable vibes, and that's basically vernon in a nutshell. also smol vernon with blue skin and lives in a mushroom looking house??? that's kinda cute and actually something that vernon might wanna do irl not gonna lie
chan
nine-tailed fox. he's so mysterious and sexy and kind of dangerous but like. his unbelievable handsomeness kinda outweighs the danger. honestly i don't really have an explanation for this other than that the Vibes r there for some reason and he'd look so cool with those glittery wisps of magic threading through the air around him as his eyes glow a mysterious colour before he launches into a kdrama-esque fight sequence against the latest monster
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Hi! Do you have any characters that you find slightly similar to Loki or Voldemort/Tom Riddle in terms of personality or backstory or just vibes?
For example, as huge fan of frostiron I LOVE Loki. And after reading fics about him for years I can’t help but notice small similarities between him and Sirius. They’re NOT the same, not at all. But I personally see a lot of stuff that they have in common. Both characters are very prideful, strong magicians, black sheep of their family, have a dark side but ultimately end up doing more good than bad. And that’s if we include both canon and fanon. It’s okay if you disagree, that’s just my personal perception)
For Voldemort I was unable to find any sort of counterpart🤷‍♀️
Soo, my question remains. I am very curious as to what you have in mind;)
I assume you mean Loki from the movies; I am unfortunately unfamiliar with him. The only Loki I know is the one from Norse mythology, and I don't remember very much about him, either. I do remember he was a shapeshifter, like many gods, so I suppose he has that in common with Sirius! I can't speak further of similarities, that's practically all I remember.
As for Voldemort...I don't know. The Evil Queen from Snow White? 😂 They both hear a prophecy warning of their downfall and they act on it and start beef with kids. And the kids end up surviving and winning with the power of love.
If we just take canon V at face value, then he's similar to all fairytale villains. Or to Palpatine, I suppose.
If we look at Voldemort as a more human character, not just Evil TM, then I could see some similarities with Magneto from X-men(at least from one or two universes of that big world): the hate for the muggles/people without mutations that steams from their childhood, their lives were impacted by ww2, both ridiculously powerful, both claiming they fight for wizards/mutants. Also they both have a badass lady as a second in command.
But, ofc, Magneto is allowed to be human, when Voldemort is doomed by the narative and his position as villain in children story. While Magneto is clearly a villain and loves genocide, he at least thinks he's doing the right thing for his kind; Voldemort is just there to be bad.
For Sirius, you can make a case about Aragorn, I suppose? Both come from ancient, noble, rich lineage, but they shy away from the burden of it, they're both good (but rough) men, they are protectors for their respective protagonists, they would die for Harry/Frodo, and they're both fighting this supreme evil that is threatening the world. They both obey basically God on Earth (Albus and Gandalf).
I think it's easier to find Sirius similarities, I can think of some in A song of Ice and Fire, but it's harder for Voldemort because he barely has any 'meat' to his character in canon. He's just there as a lesson for kids, as an obstacle for Harry to overcome.
There is that saying that a story is only as good as it's villain, and it's true. If Harry Potter was anything other than a children's book, than it would be a very bad story, because the villain is just a prop. However, since it's for children, the rules are obviously different. Ironically, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban is considered the best book in the series because it had a great villain- Sirius. That book is so beloved because for most of it we believed Sirius to be a villain, and he was real in a way Voldemort never is, he is human, and he is scary.
So it falls on us, the fandom, to give Voldemort something real, to turn him into a person, and we all go in slightly different directions, hence why it's so hard to find a counterpart for him in established literature/cinema.
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Shapeshifter!Yuu
I'm just here to mix-and-match different kinds of Yuus with different kinds of personalities to see what monstrosity I can make. That being said,,, Shapeshifter!Yuu brainrot! 
Basically like Penny from The Amazing World of Gumball after she broke out of her shell (literally) after Gumball confessed to her, but in a bit of an uncanny valley sort of way (at first, that is). 
So anyway, Yuu’s a shapeshifter but when they first arrived in Twisted Wonderland, their presence was basically nonexistent and they almost always blended into the background, if not for Grim who constantly brought attention to them. 
To those who paid attention closely, they could tell there was something weird about Yuu. 
They were almost eldritch-like, in an uncanny valley kind of way, like their body didn’t quite fit them but they were trying to force themselves to fit it even when it couldn’t. 
Especially with the behaviors they exhibited, how their smiles seem a bit too forced and too wide to be considered normal, how often they blink their eyes a little too late, or how their chest slows to a stop as if they forgot how to breathe that people have to literally ask them if they’re still even alive.
They just seemed too much that it was like they were manually controlling every single thing in their body, from their nerves to their heartbeat, just to be seen as normal yet still somehow failing at it. 
Sometimes, Grim has to stay awake at night and watch Yuu because he’s worried of how still and lifeless they look while sleeping, and the fact that their heartbeat slows down a little too much scares him.
But of course this doesn’t last long. 
Being in Twisted Wonderland was too emotionally stimulating for them and it didn’t take long for them to snap.
It first happened with Riddle, when he overblotted. 
Getting insulted and looked down on was the last straw for Yuu. 
They stood in place, a smile frozen on their face as they stared at Riddle. 
Then, the corner of their eyes twitched, their smile straining as their facade slowly broke. 
But no one noticed this, not when everybody was too focused on Ace who was verbally challenging Riddle who was starting to show signs of blotting.
It was delayed, Yuu’s reaction that is. 
From a very young age, they were told that their emotions were both a blessing and a curse. 
That was why they were taught and encouraged by their family to conceal it as best as they could while they were still young. 
Emotions were… complicated, so to say. 
When a child from their family becomes too emotionally stimulated, it would often lead to destruction. 
They were just too unstable and the elders in their family were worried that everyone would see them as monsters if they ever went out of control so they believed that it was for everyone’s best interest if they conceal, don’t feel (lmao, Elsa logic) as per their family’s tradition. 
But of course not every family tradition was exactly the healthiest, and Yuu’s whole family has got to be the most emotionally constipated family there ever was in their world. 
Being sent into an unknown world? Yes, that was scary, but Yuu had to control themselves and they tried their best not to burden others.
When they stood in front of the mirror that told them that their home didn’t exist, their nails sharpened under their robes (a self-defense reaction, unavoidable, really) but at least they stopped themselves right there and didn’t shift into something monstrous. 
When they were left all alone in a rundown dorm, they had to force themselves to not breakdown and cry.
When they were threatened by Leona in the botanical garden, they held their form as normal as it could. 
But they had always been tipping over the edge ever since they arrived in this unknown world. 
Like a glass of water ready to spill or a dam ready to break. 
They just had so many emotions but no idea how to show it.
However, faced with this– this! Being insulted and then getting attacked! 
It was… unforgivable! 
Unforgivableunforgivableunforgivableunforgivableunforgivableunforgivableunforgivableunforgivableunforgivable–!
Well anyway, basically both Riddle and Yuu had a mental breakdown at the same time and everyone got to see Yuu turn into this gargantuan creature and deck the overblot monster, that eerily held a resemblance to the Queen of Hearts, hovering behind Riddle while Trey and the others focused on trying to knock Riddle out.
Once it was over, Yuu seemingly disappeared out of nowhere. 
Except, not really. They were still in the Rose Maze. 
Yuu just turned into this very small, translucent blob that fit perfectly in Deuce’s palm. 
Grim found them on the ground next to this black stone that smelled really delicious. 
“Y-Yuu…? It’s you, right?” Deuce hesitantly asks in a low voice as he stares at Yuu’s small form, careful not to jostle them around too much. “Are you alright? Do you feel okay?”
“Oh no, I broke it…” Yuu doesn’t answer him and wails instead, voice small and squeaky.
“What broke? Are you hurt? Did you break your bones? Do you even have bones when you’re like this?” Ace chimed from Deuce’s side, relentlessly poking Yuu’s wispy form. Yuu just wails even louder.
They weren’t hurt, physically at least. They just felt very sad, guilty, and upset that they broke their promise with their family to not shapeshift. 
But ever since the first time they shapeshifted, it felt as if a huge burden was taken off of their shoulders. They felt… lighter. 
This doesn’t mean that they approved themselves suddenly shifting. 
In fact, they still feel guilty every time they do it due to their upbringing but they’re finding it harder and harder to control. 
It took them some time before they accepted that this part of them was normal, that it was normal to feel this way and they were just shapeshifting according to how they felt and that was fine. 
Sure, there were some lingering feelings, especially fear because Yuu’s scared that what they were doing was wrong, that they were letting their family down.
There are days when they think that breaking free from their family’s teachings felt wonderful, and there are days when they just felt downright awful for not heeding their words.
Afterall, their family constantly taught from a very young age that they weren’t allowed to show their emotions so would it be really easy to get rid of such a teaching when they grew up? 
No, it wasn’t, but at least they’re gradually learning.
For the meantime, Yuu’s very emotionally constipated, more so than the others who lived in Twisted Wonderland.
The first time Yuu met Malleus, they shifted into a rabbit because they got scared by the sounds of footsteps heading towards them in the middle of the night. 
Malleus found this amusing, especially when Yuu shifted back to their normal form to show that they weren’t scared of Malleus.
And then the Diasomnia student proceeded to talk about gargoyles.
Every chapter arc probably has had Yuu shapeshift into a new form. 
Each one is different and unique since there’s a lot of emotions that can mix together and form something new.
Yuu’s shapeshifting abilities aren't limited to what Penny can only transform into. They’re more flexible so there’s a lot of combinations possible they can shapeshift into.
Am I going to make a description of those transformations? Nnnnooo. Maybe some other time. It’s 3 am, it’s honestly surprising how my brain’s even still working at this point.
Anyway, Yuu in their normal human form starts to become less uncanny and more human the more they shapeshift since they’ve become less worried about controlling and maintaining their form so they look normal.
Their movements become more natural and their expressions more lively, so unlike before when they first stepped into Twisted Wonderland.
Also someone telling Yuu: “That’s not what you are. It’s just how you feel.” 
And it’s most probably going to be Grim.
Smh smh, the boys failed to score some extra brownie points from Yuu, too bad for them.
Anyway, time to pass out, lmao.
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