#they look like owl deer hybrids

[heroinetales]

Exploring the aptly named Stranger (then again what else can you call it? lol) has been really cool so far. Been finding reels of the inhabitances of said space station and they have a depressing story from what I can tell based on context clues and environmental story telling

The Eye sending out signals and these fellows find it and were marveled with it at first but then came to hate it. I don't know what's all about but it does explain the burned down church/temple that has the Eye's symbol

I'm really curious as to know what's inside that submerged vault then again maybe I don't wanna know. Only time will tell of course with more investigation. Also I'm wondering what this guy's story is since their picture is scratched out (must've pissed off somebody):

[thosetrollkids]

MONSTOBER: DESIGNS

Part 1: Teen Cast!

HELLOOOOO everybody! Welcome to my project, Monstober! A series of several posts with large, in depth looks at different aspects of my AU, Monster Kids, that I wrote during October this year. Special thanks to @eurazba for listening to me ramble over all this and helping with the AU over the years <3

This post will be going over the general monster designs for notable teen characters, as well as some thoughts as to why I chose said designs :D

There will be a second post for the main adult cast, and once posted, you can find it linked here :)

Jim / Toby / Claire

Jim Lake Jr (Sphinx): It's him! The poster boy! Wahoo! Honestly, I don't have many notes for his design process, because his design has stayed relatively similar since the early drafts. His was the very first design, and other than being a typical lion/eagle sphinx for like. two drawings, and then a panther/blackbird for two more, once the snow leopard/blue jay combo was struck, he's only really changed in small ways. I chose a blue jay, because they're one of my favorite birds, they're blue, and I'd used them to be an accent to Jim in a previous drawing. Snow leopards are also my favorite big cat! So similar reasoning for that particular aspect. If I were to design him today, blank slate, I miiiight have changed his cat species, but I still am way too attached to the leopard/jay combo.

Toby Domzalski (Gargoyle): Toby's design also hasn't changed much! The main trio haven't, other than minor adjustments. He originally had yellow eyes, but they're back to standard green. He also used to have larger wings, and while I liked the idea of the main three being able to fly together, I decided to go with a different route as I leaned into his design looking more aquatic, and he instead has wing shaped back fins! They fold down and sit under his clothes, as he only really can use them while swimming.

Claire Nuñez (Harpy) Also another design I haven't changed since conception! Harpies were always something cool to me, and I was inspired by an illustration of harpies in a mythology book I had bought at the time. Her design was originally just 'bird' until I tired to find a more specific species that fit. I landed on barn owls, and coincidentally, they are also associated with brujeria/witchcraft in Mexico! Win-win. With her stronger connection to magic overall, she's also the only member of Team Trollhunter that can fly reliably; her magic feeds her energy enough to keep in the air (Jim's wings are too small for anything besides light gliding and cushioning falls).

Steve / Eli / Krel / Aja

Steve Palchuk (Faun): Steve's design was always pretty formed in my head. For the guy that tries so very hard to be an all-American boy, an icon of that is the whitetail deer buck, and it very quickly fell into place! His design is fairly simple, which is why it works so well for him, IMO. Fun fact, he has a set of scars on his cheek from the equivalent of the fight he had with Jim in S1. More to expand on in a later comic, >:3c

Eli Pepperjack (Bat Humanoid): Eli was actually also a sphinx originally, but I wanted Jim to stay fairly unique among the main teens, so my follow up design was something more batlike! I did do plenty of research for monster bats, or hybrid bat monsters, but what research I could do didn't produce much (then again, could always be wrong!), so I went with 'attributes'. He's based on a Little Brown Bat. He little >:) His wings are also not capable of flight, they're basically large hands, all the better to hunt down creepers with, my dear.

Krel & Aja Tarron (Amphibious humanoids): WAHOOOOO!!!! I'm very proud of these, because you have NO IDEA how many months I struggled to find a design I liked for them. They have been (checks notes) spidertaurs, a few other passes of various insectoid tries, I was going to attempt something more seal like, because I knew the main group's designs were already mammal-heavy, and something aquatic or insectoid was what I wanted to balance the group out. Then my beloved @eurazba, listening to me ramble one night, helped me come to the idea of their 'human' transductions looking closer to old monster movies! Creature from Black Lagoon was an easy pick, I did some research about CFBL and Shape of Water (thanks Del Toro), and bada bing, bada boom! My fishy twins! Also Krel is the only one wearing shoes. Just realized this...

Mary / Darci / Shannon

Mary Wang (Dryad): Mary has also gone through a lot of changes (turns out, I was very indecisive outside of the main trio, AJDJSBSJFHB). She was actually a -taur alongside Darci! Specifically a unitaur (saw a lot of alternate Monster Falls art of Mabel Pines as one, and I really liked the idea. The overall AU was inspired by the Gravity Falls AU, now you know!) She stayed that for a while, then also went through some bug-like redesigns, and then a couple months back, I decided on a dryad! Before that point, I was trying to stay strictly to animalistic monster designs, but it became a little too confining, so she exploded into my sketchbook and became real. Her tree is a california redbud, and her 'antlers' are like the branches of the tree, and leaves/flowers bloom in time with the season on them. The hooves were based on a Zelda design from an artist I liked a lot (truffe.art on IG!)

Darci Scott (Praying Mantis-taur): HERE COMES THE BUG PAYOFF. Some of you may remember my design for Darci hasn't changed for quite some time, and while I liked the look of the cervitaur (a centaur, but deer), it didn't feel... as unique as I wanted? And I was still missing my BUG. So, debating over this, I did a few passes of her mixed with a bee, spider, etc etc... and then once again, @eurazba was like "hey! praying mantis." and I fell in LOVE with the concept. (Very quickly sketched her up as I was doing these sheets, actually NDJSNJKJD)

Shannon Longhannon (Gorgon): Last design of the group, another that has hardly changed since conception. Nagas, gorgons, lamias- whatever they're called, I love the visual of a reptilian character slinking around gracefully, and she helped balance out all the mammalian designs as well. She was originally a typical green/yellow snake, but when I inevitably color her, I picture something more ruddy, reddish brown, to match her hair :) She indeed is able to turn someone to stone, but as she was not born a gorgon, this ability is dulled, and only lasts for a few hours, working only if she focuses completely on doing so to someone. She's taken to wearing shades more often to not scare people who don't know this.

[yanderes-galore]

hybrid Arthur concept? please and ty

Sure! Here's Arthur being a big strong buck for his obsession.

Yandere! Stag! Arthur Morgan Concept

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Stalking, Possessive behavior, Manipulation, Violence, Blood, Murder, Dubious companionship/relationship.

Arthur's childhood had consisted of him growing up around hybrids he probably shouldn't have.

Since he was a young fawn just barely getting used to swapping forms, he's been raised with predators.

Arthur's main parental figures were a panther and an owl.

Not only that, but he grew up alongside a wolf hybrid.

This was Dutch, Hosea, and John...

They could've easily viewed him as prey, but they didn't.

Dutch, despite being able to easily hunt Arthur, treated him as though he was a son.

Even John, as a young wolf pup, was told to be careful when play fighting alongside Arthur.

Now, as an adult, Arthur grew up into a strong and impressive stag.

He may be a deer... but he has the heart of a predator due to the hybrids he grew up around.

Stag! Arthur can be a yandere with either platonic or romantic intentions.

He seems like he'd be a good role model for a fellow hybrid in Dutch's gang.

That and he also seems like he'd be a very protective partner.

As a stag, Arthur naturally feels like he has to be the muscle of the group at times.

The other muscle tends to be Charles (Bison) and Bill (Bear).

Arthur has been considered a strong foe due to the fact he has such large antlers.

It's very easy to be gored by them if he isn't using a gun to finish the job.

By his age, Arthur is also fully capable of swapping between animal and partial human form.

Arthur's obsession may be a smaller hybrid than him, which often makes Arthur feel he should be around you all the time.

Imagine being a smaller hybrid than a stag... only for a large stag to always hover around you, even when you're both humans.

Arthur is more protective than possessive, but he knows how to keep others away from what he deems as his own.

For example, he's aware that Micah likes to cause trouble.

The rat learns to be cautious when he's caught by Arthur, the stag staring him down.

Arthur is technically a prey animal... Although he's big enough to act like a predator due to being raised by Dutch.

Many others in the gang call him out on this, but Arthur never has any time for them.

Arthur is surprisingly solitary, even with his obsession.

He doesn't often lay down with his obsession unless he feels he has to protect them.

Although... If you came to him, Arthur would accept you with open arms.

He's definitely the more "guardian-like" compared to his fellow hybrids.

He's full of courage and would sacrifice himself for those he loves.

He isn't selfish... something he often presses John on as a wolf.

You can trust Arthur, even when he seems to overstep boundaries.

He's often around you when you want to talk.

He'll sit by the fire and watch you, listening quietly as you ramble away at him.

He's kind enough to listen... even finds it endearing.

Not only that, but Arthur will even follow you around as his stag form.

Feel like you're being watched? You'll no doubt turn to see a stag watching you from afar.

He'd even follow you in the snow.

Arthur wouldn't mind if his obsession was a human or a hybrid.

He'd still look after them or court them.

It's a bit cute to see a stag so attached to you.

But at the same time you wish he would give you some privacy and not follow you around like a predator will harm you.

Perhaps he's just used to that idea... Especially if you're a prey hybrid or human.

He may even grow more concerned when Dutch starts to snap, knowing the panther is capable of killing those too close.

Arthur is a cautious hybrid, it's in his nature.

I can definitely see him just sleeping away in his tent as either his human or stag form...

Then you come to him, asking for warmth or something.

Just...Just hear me out... deer cuddles.

Arthur would not mind giving his obsession deer cuddles.

In fact, he adores it... It makes him think he's yours and you're his.

This was an idea that was talked about awhile ago but... Arthur may give you his old antlers as gifts.

Yet to add to that, it may not just be the antlers themselves.

I can see Arthur crafting them into something to give you.

Just so it seems more original.

I can see Arthur doing just about anything to keep you in his sight.

Not only that, but he's just as capable of killing as any other predator.

If you were ever in trouble, the other person should prepare to have a stag bolt at them.

Stags are bulky, they are definitely capable of doing some damage with their antlers.

Arthur prefers to use his stag form to covertly protect you.

Although, if it's gang work, he'll swap to his mostly human form.

Another thing to add about his stag form... Arthur would let you ride him.

Y'know... like.. on his back?

Arthur could probably support you if you're human.

Although it's even better if you are a small hybrid just riding on him.

Arthur probably also grooms you in his tent with his tongue.

It's not anything that intimate for him, he just views it as affection.

It just feels more intimate if he's romantic towards you.

Arthur is pretty much the same as how he is normally.

It's just as a stag, he's more durable and protective due to his large size.

It isn't new to see Arthur with blood on his antlers.

He's no fool, he knows how to use them.

He was taught how to use them.

Arthur, even if he doesn't think of himself as that good of a hybrid, may even teach you a few things if you're a young hybrid.

Struggling to swap forms? He did too... let him help.

Need to hunt? Sure, he can help, even if he isn't all that into hunting.

That's another thing that changes, Arthur is an herbivore, meaning he tends to turn down eating meat.

Which also means Arthur won't bite to mark his obsession.

Instead he keeps them close, snuggling up to them and watching over them.

It's amusing to Dutch.

Arthur used to be solitary when sleeping at night.

Now the stag insists on having you in his tent to rest for the night.

The entire time he keeps you tucked against him, watching for anyone that gets too close.

His fur is really soft even though he doesn't clean it often.

If he's in stag form, he often nuzzles his nose into you with a soft huff.

He loves you, really does... Stags aren't all that known for being loyal to one person...

But for you it seems like he could do anything.

In terms of intense yandere behavior... Arthur tends to stalk.

He doesn't trust many around you so one could consider him isolating.

Not many dare to go near you since it would be so easy to get Arthur's antlers in their gut.

If you tried to run from Arthur or flee the gang, he probably wouldn't let you leave.

He doesn't understand why you would anyways.

He's doing his best to watch over you...

Is he coming off too strong?

Funnily enough, like Dutch in panther form...

Arthur stalks you through the woods until you get tired.

Then, when the time is right, he'll drag you back to camp on his back if he has to.

Overall, Stag! Arthur is protective and defensive with his obsession.

He's capable of doing damage and, despite his prey status, is just as ruthless as any predator.

No one will take you from him... He's always watching you.

He can be your protector... you just need to stop pushing him away.

[pawtasticpuppers]

TIPS TO MAKE A FURSONA: PT. 1

Hello! Im Cereal (Or Vinny!!) ive been in the furry community for almost 5 years now and draw for a living, and today im teaching you:

How to make your fursona!

When you first join the furry fandom, while its optional, you may want to make a fursona to represent your anthro self! But if you dont know what it is, I have a definition! A fursona (a combination of "furry" and "persona") is essentially an anthropomorphized animal character that represents a person in the furry community. Someone's fursona usually reflects some aspects of the person's own personality, hobbies, and interests. It can be anything from a simple drawing to a detailed 3D model, cosplay, or even a full-body costume (fursuit). People use their fursonas to express themselves and interact with each other in the furry community.. Some of the most common fursonas in the furry fandom include foxes, wolves, cats, and dogs. Some less common but still popular fursonas are bears, raccoons, rabbits, and bats. There are also many mythical or fictional animals that furries may choose as their fursona, such as dragons, and unicorns (popularized by MLP) Some furries may even create hybrid fursonas, like tiger-dragon or wolf-cat. The most "basic" (no shame in this!) is the Wolf. Its generally seen as the default! Some uncommon fursonas in the furry fandom include:

Elephants

Sloths

Giraffes

Zebras

Deer

Owls

Penguins

Hedgehogs (Excluding Sonic!!!)

Turtles

Fish

Bats

Rhinos

Otters

Seals

Walruses

Anteaters

Scorpions

Snakes

Worms (yes, really, and they are beautiful.)

Some stereotypes about certain fursona species include: Wolves: Alpha males, tough and strong. Foxes: Sly, cunning, and quick-witted. Cats: Independent, aloof, and often aloof. Bears: Big, burly, and often cuddly. Rabbits: Soft, sweet, and cuddly. Dragons: Majestic, powerful, and sometimes aloof. Tigers: Strong, fierce, and independent. Owls: Wise, mysterious, and nocturnal. Pandas: Laid-back, cute, and clumsy. But!! Foxes have a very odd stereotype The "femboy fox" stereotype likely arose from a combination of factors. Historically, foxes in folklore and mythology have often been depicted as cunning, deceptive, and even trickster-like figures. This has often led some people to stereotype foxes as being sneaky, sly, and somewhat devious. Additionally, foxes are generally considered cute animals, which may have contributed to the idea of some foxes being portrayed as more feminine or "cute" in artwork and other media. Ultimately, the femboy fox stereotype is likely just a byproduct of these various factors and how foxes are commonly portrayed in popular culture.

Is it bad to fall into these stereotypes? ABSOLUTELY NOT!!! Everyone is unique and can make whatever they want!! Now that we have gotten past species and what a fursona is, now how to make one!

Creating a fursona is an exciting and creative endeavor that allows individuals to express their identity through an anthropomorphic animal character. To begin, start by contemplating what characteristics resonate with you personally. Consider traits such as personality, interests, and even your values. For instance, if you’re adventurous and energetic, you might choose a fox or a wolf, both of which are often associated with such qualities. Alternatively, if you identify with gentleness and nurturing tendencies, a deer or a rabbit could encapsulate those traits effectively. Using the aesthetics, traits and looks can help on the design aspects of your fursona. Think about the species you want to represent, the colors of their fur, and any additional markings or patterns that could convey your personality better. Many fursonas also include unique features, like bright-colored accents or accessories that reflect hobbies or interests—such as headphones for a music lover or goggles for an aspiring pilot. Drawing inspiration from various sources, including real animals, mythology, and even pop culture, can help you visualize and refine your fursona’s look!!!

Once you have a basic idea of your fursona's personality and design, it's time to give them a name. This name can be a reflection of their traits, an amalgamation of words you love, or even a play on words. The right name can further embody the essence of your character and make them feel more real to you. Finally, consider how you want to portray your fursona in different contexts, such as social media, art, or even attending conventions. Engaging with the furry community can also provide support and inspiration, as sharing your fursona with others often leads to meaningful connections and friendships among fellow enthusiasts. Creating a fursona is a journey of self-discovery and imagination, allowing you to explore facets of yourself in a fun and artistic way.

Here are some names! John William James Robert Michael David Richard Thomas Charles Joseph Mark Paul Peter Daniel Andrew Matthew Chris Christopher Sarah Elizabeth Mary Jennifer Emily Jessica Anna Amanda Hannah Ashley Leah Rachel Sophia Samantha Madison Olivia Emma Grace

[marabelle5]

Shrub is a gnome and can talk to wolves and she can turn invisible but there is a faint blue out line of her but when she is on Mother Wolf she and Mother Wolf can turn fully invisible.

Scott has ice powers and is an elf. As the Ice King he has deer antlers and snowy owl wings.

Sausage is a human. He can do magic and half the time it goes well, and after the other half his time is spent helping Gem clean up the mess he made.

Pix is the immortal Keeper of the Vigil who once ruled over the now ruined Pixandria. He can see people's deaths and technically if he put out any one of the thousands of candles he could kill someone but he needs a permit from Lady Death for that. He also can't burn in fire. Everyone thinks he's human though.

Pearl is an avian with the use of some magic she some how has she can change her wing color. Her natural wing color is golden yellow and that orange from her season 1 wings. Another is color is black making her wings look of those of a ravens. The Farmer Queen has be seen making big green bean stalks to wrap The Hermits in. She can control plants. She hides the fact that she is an avian when she is Pearl.

Lizzie is a blue axolotl hybrid. She like Pearl hides as much as she can while in the city but she does have her ear fins showing. She can control water and can talk to ocean creatures.

Kathrine is a fairy, she hides fairy wings at work so only her pointy ears are showing. She can grow flowers and is the teams healer.

Joey is also an avian but he doesn't hid it like Pearl does, he has macaw wings they are a light blue color and yellow on the insides of the feathers. No one really knows his powers but he does hold a weird golden totem everywhere he goes as The Lost Emperor.

Joel is a human who can bring statues to life.

Jimmy is a cod hybrid and can speak to cod only cod. He can control water. He hides the fact that he is a cod hybrid very well.

Gem is an elf like Scott she has deer antlers unlike Scott she doesn't have wings. She has some form of telekinesis and she can cast spells.

fWhip is an elf but does not have deer horns instead for some reason he has dragon wings which he hides when he's not the Count or at home.

[dairyfreenugget]

Furry (FaaF) AU species thoughts:

Pale King is a wyrm that took on a more anthropomorphic mammalian traits, but still retains his overall dragon look. So he basically looks like a fluffy drake. Still has monarch wings but they're a spell now instead of a boody part, and resemble classic dragon wings.

White Lady is a nature goddess that vaguely resembles something of a mix of a rabbit (or hare) and a deer. Still at least partly a plant though

Grimm is a mix of a jackal, bat and other various scavengers. Possibly some reptilian or dragon traits. Nightmare King Grimm is the same thing but a patchwork plush

Unn is still a slug but this time an anthropomorphic one. At least partly made of slime and has a see-through stomach filled with acid.

The Radiance is a mix of an owl and a dragon or perhaps a basilisk?

The moths in general are owls. They have just 4 limbs and use their wings like hands, but The Radiance has 6 limbs with separate wings and hands

Herrah, and by extension deepnestians, are an original species I made up for this. Imagine a cross between a star-nosed mole, wolverine, and a wolf with 8 small eyes and long whiskers who's also an obligatory carnivore, and you get her.

Hornet is just a mix of this and a dragon. Long shaggy fur and mane, big ass ears, long whiskers, possibly horns, and a star-shaped nose too

Monomon is a jellyfish with mechanical enhancements to help her live on land. Her face is a visor

Lurien is some sort of colourful birth, possibly a peacock or a parrot

I'm blanking out on the great five. I'm thinking a pig for Ogrim, maybe some sort of bovine for Hegemol?

Shade Lord is like a giant sea dragon/serpent, with plenty of fish traits, think deep sea creature. The vessels are basically a mix of this + PK and WL, so their traits are all over the place. The shades become more serpentine and fish-looking.

Flower/PV mostly has traits from PK and WL, save for their dark colouring, which they get from SL. They mostly resemble a cross between a deer and a dragon with big ears. Still carnivorous/omnivorous so they have sharp fangs. Got feet covered in scales and hooves, though sharper and almost looking like talons, especially ones on their hands.

Still unsure about Ghost, but I'm probably gonna go with more rabbit and deer look for them than dragon. And maybe they'll look more like a sea serpent after taking over the mantle of the Shade Lord.

Lummis is a capybara, his parents are beavers. Still unsure about Petunia, but they give me fox or some sort of mustelidae vibes. Possibly a hybrid also, since originally they're a mix of two different mining bee species (pantaloon × tawny mining bee)

The buggycule's children are gonna look so fucking wild, man...

Dunno about Adamas (PK's mother), might keep her fluffy because she lives in cold, harsh mountains but she'd probably have far more dragon traits than her son

[falconscales]

I'd love to hear your headcanons!

Another one I have is vampirekin e1 Fwhip

His dragon ness gives him sharp teeth which help with kin dysphoria

@codfather

Vampirekin e1 fWhip, I love that.

Okok I have a lot and some of them have reasons and some are just because I like it.

Parrot therian Grian is one I've written about multiple times and love. Same with dragonkin Martyn.

I also loveee werewolfkin Ren (sometimes I like the idea that he's a dog hybrid but also just Regular Guy who wears clip on ears and tail to help with species dysphoria.)

Aviankin e1 Scott, he decorates his elytra with shed owl feathers to look like feathery wings.

Cow therian e2 Jimmy, I like to think he makes fake horns and glues them onto his hat. He also likes to wear darker colored shoes to look like hooves.

Back to Grian again I like the idea of parrot therian Grian becoming a Watcher just to get wings and then dipping immediately after (I actually have a fic in my docs with this concept I've been working on occasionally)

Elfkin e2 Scott. He wears those fake elf ear things that you can get on Amazon or Etsy (that I also have to get for myself)

Dryadkin Cleo, she likes to decorate her hair and skin with different plants to give the effect that they're growing from her

Cervitaurkin Gem, she makes or gets an antler headband and/or a deer ear headband

Goat and butterfly therian Doc, he likes to add different modifications on him for all of his kintypes (he also makes things such as mechanical wings or tails etc for the other alterhuman members of the server)

You've gotten me into the idea of humankin e1 Joel and e2 Lizzie it's such a fun idea

Griffinkin Wels and wyvernkin Hels. (Specifically Warcraft wyverns) because I think them being the opposite kind of otherkin would be funny. You get cloned and not only is he evil his kintype is the "opposite" of your own.

Endermankin Xisuma, I don't have any reasoning I just like it

Glarekin Bdubs for pretty obvious reasons. I also think it'd be fun if he was glarekin AND phantomkin. He has to sleep once the sun goes down but You Also Have To Go To Sleep (<- more or less based on my own phantom headcanons where they just try to get you to sleep and that's why they attack when you don't sleep for a while.)

Harpykin False because I think it'd be cool. Her harpy kintype would resemble an eagle

[elliott-the-creature]

unhinged 30 days of otherkin challenge except I do it all in one day lol (link to questions here)

day one: (dog) probably something with lots of bugs and rich soil! dig dig dig!!

day two: (dragon) cold ocean for sure! even though I’m a sea/rain hybrid—which would make you think I’d like tropical oceans—cold oceans are the best! warm ones are cool too when you see all the fish

day three: (cat) wet cat food (probably chicken or some land meat flavour, fish is nasty), mouse meat, and blueberries!

day four: (alien) the endless storm and oceans of neptune. the wind would whip through my antennae, and rain would splatter my slick skin

day five: (dog) sticks are amazing! I love it when my family throws sticks in the lake for me to swim and catch!

day six: (deer) mmm, leaves are delicious! plus, they make for great cover, and they’re so beautiful too

day seven: (deer) well, as a caribou, some of my brethren migrate, but I’m perfectly cozy where I am now. I have no need to migrate; I have all the food and shelter I need

day eight: (owl) sleepy!! even when it’s nighttime, I get pretty sleepy. makes flying kinda hard lol

day nine: (dragon) waaaay bigger than a breadbox! I would probably crush a breadbox lol, human stuff is so tiny

day ten: (deer) long grasses and peaty soil, with the occasional bug skittering across the ground

day eleven: (alien) definitely my mandibles and antennae! it was so weird at first, because most of my kintypes are mammals or something similar to that, but this was completely different. I’m used to it now, and I love swiveling my antennae around

day twelve: (water) hmmm… I can’t really think of anything. maybe spotify, because there is a wide variety of music that reflects the constant flow of water, and how some of it is calming and slow, and other ones are hardcore and fast

day thirteen: (cat) mmm, pretty good. feeling kinda lazy today because of the weather, but still good overall. currently listening to music while doing this challenge, and my companion alley is snoozing beside me.

day fourteen: (water) I’d probably end up breaking it, y’know, since water and electronics don’t mix well. unfortunate, but that’s nature

day fifteen: (dog) I like having lots of soft things like plushies and warm blankets and plenty of pillows! when I’m regressed as a puppy, they make me feel so cozy and happy! i also like piling my blankets into something shaped somewhat like a dog bed and flopping on it

day sixteen: (deer) hmmm, that’s kinda tricky. yarn is alright, but it’s gotta be that kind that isn’t scratchy. fleece is good too, but I overheat too much, so it can be uncomfortable when I get too hot

day seventeen: (dog) no no, I’m a good dog! I only like biting my toys, I would never bite a human! at least, unless they deserved it…

day eighteen: (owl) chia seeds huh, I’ve never tried them. not too much of a seed owl myself, I much prefer meat, like a good mouse or bird!

day nineteen: (dragon) nah, I could never knit. too clumsy, and my big claws would probably keep snagging the yarn. too bad, knitted stuff is so pretty!

day twenty: (alien) it’s kinda slimey, but not something like a frog or eel. maybe like a shark, but when you rub it head to tail, not the other way. it’s kinda scaley too, but you can’t immediately tell that there are scales, because they’re so small.

day twenty-one: (water) glossy for sure! it makes anything look shiny and beautiful, just like the surface of the water

day twenty-two: (owl) my favourite kind of music is ones with a lot of different instruments. it’s so fun trying to pick out all the different sounds and identifying which ones are which. love songs with a good bass or echoey effect too

day twenty-three (my favourite number): (cat) my fur immediately bushes up, and my tail starts to lash in anticipation. you never know what it might be, so it’s better to be careful!

day twenty-four: (deer) my hearing, for sure. I can pick up the quietest sounds, and it lets me stay alert no matter where I am. sucks when I have to be in a noisy place though, ow…

day twenty-five: (dog) I’m sure I could last for quite a while! I got a good nose, so I could probably find food and water pretty fast (depending where I am), and I can always run if something scary finds me.

day twenty-six: (alien) something with a very appealing texture, like fresh peas or carrots. I would have a muted taste, but it wouldn’t be something super bland either.

day twenty-seven: (dragon) I would much rather be asleep than stay awake, but I might go for a night fly around the jungle.

day twenty-eight: (owl) uhh, fingers? I don’t got no fingers! just wings and talons, no need for fingers here! although it would be nice to have an opposable digit on my talons…

day twenty-nine: (dog) anything smells good! cooked meat smells good, veggies smell good, fruits smell good, everything! love candles too, they’re my favourite!!

day thirty: kinda! it made me reflect more on my kintypes, and it was fun writing these responses in my different kintypes. would definitely recommend doing this, and I’d for sure do something like this again :D

[tabswrites]

Happy WBW! In your magic worldbuilding post you said something about soul companions? What are they? Did I just missed the info? Anyway, tell me more about it.

Oh, you didn’t miss it, I just like to have an air of mystery. I have very (very) rough sketches of these babies, but I am looking for an artist I can commission some artwork from! Until then, here are some descriptions.

Okay okay okay, so…the idea came about because I wanted to include Kermode (spirit) bears. I’ve always thought they were cool and mysterious, and according to Gitga'at and Kitasoo folklore in British Columbia, spirit bears were known to appear to people and lead them to magical places. Sound familiar?

When Eternity was at full strength, the forest was full of life, with hundreds of weird and interesting species brought to life by its Light. It would send the animals forth to bring humans back to it so they could be tested. If they were chosen to receive the light, the animal would choose to forge a soul bond with the Aura. This would give them a direct connection to the forest itself, and the creatures would act as guides and mentors to help the Auras become familiar with their new powers.

Presently, only a handful of creatures still live in the forest. Most were killed during the Cleansing or starved from being trapped in Eternity, unable to cross over to the human world to access food. Right now we have:

Irk, the lonely felisquama (scaly cat). They are a talking cat/gecko hybrid with color-changing scales that can use their own pheromones to control human emotions. They are bonded to Adrin and will be invaluable in helping him learn about his empathic abilities.

Cilla, the Ursa Ornata (decorated bear). She is a large, talking beige bear with pink eyes and large amethyst geodes growing out of her fur like mushrooms on a log. Her fur is also sparkly because of the minerals in the earth that she rolls around in. She is the oldest and strongest magical species in Eternity, but, like Irk, is the last of her kind. She is bonded to Hettie. And that’s all I’m saying.

Whispering smoke. A weird creature with the face of a barn owl and a body made of smoke. It communicates in songs and images rather than words. While someone having an Ursa Ornata as a companion is considered special (they don’t choose just anyone), only Shadows find themselves with a creature of smoke, and their faces can take many forms. Hettie has chosen to name Mara’s Cloud, and Cloud will help Mara learn more about her shadow projection.

The false dog, named Helene. She is a coyote with the face and paws of a mountain lion. The name comes from the word cougar, which was derived from Indigenous South American words meaning “false deer”. They are, by far, the rarest of the current species still alive. The false dog represents the body of the forest, that is the forest itself. They can manipulate any part of the forest so long as they are inside: Plants, rocks, water, weather. In addition, they can grow to an enormous size and take on the physical properties of the forest. Most notably, Helene turns into a massive tree coyote.

[musiczodiacmystery]

So! Smajor's Empires S1 character. Because of the elytra looking like bird wings, there's a lot of owl hybrid and Winged!Scott headcanons and content. And because of the golden antlers headdress he found that symbolizes he's Aero's champion, there's a lot of content and headcanons around the antlers not being a headdress at all and or him growing antlers. You're probably wondering where I'm going with this. He's a peryton, that's where I'm going with this.

Ever hears of a jackalope? Or a skvader? Or a wolpertinger? Bird, rabbit, deer. Bird and rabbit? Skvader. Rabbit and deer? Jackalope. All three? A wolpertinger. A bird and a deer tho? A peryton. E!Scott is a peryton hybrid and this has been not letting me rest for a week now

[fgodestinyawakenings]

The Great Calamity of LB6

Everyone be-fucking-hold!

Cernunnos, the calamity now awakened in the Avalon Lostbelt

Ok just me only, the face look like an adorable owl-deer hybrid. Can we keep it at home please, Mama Emiya?!

[drabbles-of-writing]

Pspspsps,,, spare some Beastars au hcs 👉👈

Furry

Eda is the crackhead that lives in an old house pretty close to the school and nobody really bothers her. Shes often used as an ‘example’ of how horrible hybrids are because she looks VERY odd and fucked up. Luz is already weird but she makes up for it by being cute and functional. Eda is constantly falling apart and looks like a shitty taxidermy project. Plus having to deal w frequent Predator Outbursts kinda like in Zootopia that substitutes for the Owl Beast. Luz hangs out w her anyway. And King is always safe bc he’s poisonous.

You know how Boscha tackled Amity in the canon Grudgby game? Something similar happened in this AU when they had a scene like that but it was Amity who had to tackle Boscha bc ms. dumbass crocodile got high and feral on Too Much Rabbit Blood and was about to maul somebody.

When scared Gus will do that thing some goats do and will freeze and fall over. Lasts only a few seconds but it makes Willow very nervous and protective of him bc he is a Prime target for predators. For the first few weeks of getting used to Amity he’d knocked his head against floors and walls quite often. Amity is always very careful to make noise before approaching him so he knows shes there.

Most of Luz’s hybrid traits came from her father, though a few main ones did come from Camila, who’s mainly a deer/rabbit hybrid but with a few smaller things in there. Luz has no idea what happened to her father but she suspects a predator ate him when she was young.

Luz steals her friends clothes and only Gus’s fit her somewhat-normally. Willow’s are a bit big on her but Amity’s are Huge. She steals her kittys shirt and is Struggling To Walk. She grabs them only to sink into the Large Warmth n be in Bliss. Amity just picks up her hoodie casually one day and a confused Luz plops out

[yourdeepestfathoms]

that thing with feathers

[Wing AU]

[Tour]

Word count: 3000

TW: Vomit

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Monday was when it all began, Howard believed. She hadn’t been the first to realize something was wrong, but it was the first day that things started happening.

  “Oh my god,” Anne groaned, rubbing her temples. “She has been crying ALL MORNING. WHY WON’T SHE SHUT UP?”

Cleves laughed slightly at her frustration. “Who knows at this point,” She said.

  “So much for rehearsals,” Jane muttered.

  “Who cares?” Maggie piped up. “We don’t need her!”

There were a few scattered agreements, but Aragon just frowned. She quietly slipped out of the room and followed the sound of crying until she found the source.

The girl inside was the definition of an eyesore. Her wings were a mess, with the outsides being the sleek green-blue of a bee hummingbird and the insides being a smooth expanse of skin and membrane like on a Honduran white bat. Golden brown barn owl fluff was ruffled on her chest and stuffed in her big yellow bat ears. Tiny white, deer-like antlers peeked out from her forehead and red-orange crest feathers were folded back against her head.

She was a hybrid, but everyone just called her a freak.

There were feathers everywhere, red and green and blue and golden brown all clashing horribly together on the floor. Joan was slumped against the wall, bawling her eyes out, shielding her weird body with her strange wings. Her head snapped up when Aragon cleared her throat, and Aragon could see that she was missing several feathers on her cheeks and inside her ears.

  “Why are you crying?” Aragon asked.

Joan sniffled. “I’m sorry,” She whispered.

  “That’s not what I asked.” Aragon said. She stepped closer, peering at the girl below her. “Are you molting?”

  “I-I don’t know,” Joan answered, her voice hoarse from crying. “It hurts…”

Aragon furrowed her eyebrows. “It does?”

Joan nodded and then wrapped her wings around herself again to sob. She looked absolutely pathetic.

  “I don’t feel good,” Joan mumbled. 

  “Well, a lot of people feel that way when they molt,” Aragon said with a light chuckle. She stopped laughing, however, when Joan sobbed once more. She frowned. Something was seriously wrong with this girl.

  “Joan?” Aragon knelt down in front of the hybrid. “Are you alright?”

  “No,” Joan whispered. “M-my stomach--it hurts.” She looked up from her wings, and her eyes glowed with tears, “S-something’s wrong, Catherine.”

  “Maybe it’s just a premature molting,” Aragon said dismissively. “I once had one of those and it--”

  “It’s not!” 

Joan’s voice was so shrill, like a barn owl screeching, that it made Aragon jump slightly.

  “It’s not! Something--something is wrong, Catherine! I don’t f-/feel good/! Why don’t you believe me?”

  “I do,” Aragon said. “Calm down, okay? I believe you.”

Joan whimpered feebly. She reached out, grabbed tightly onto Aragon’s sleeve, and whispered, “I don’t know what to do.”

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Tuesday.

Joan’s fingernails felt like they were shooting out of her fingers. They only stopped hurting when she grated them against a solid surface. Jane dealt with the sound it made when they were sitting together in the rehearsal room waiting for the others to arrive until she couldn’t anymore and politely asked her to stop. Joan obeyed.

Twenty minutes later, Joan started again without even realizing it. 

Jane doesn’t say anything this time.

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Wednesday.

Joan felt itchy and achy all over. First, it started at the plumage over her chest she accidentally made it bleed when she scratched desperately, then it spread to other parts of her body until it felt like she had rolled in poison ivy. 

  “Uhh... Joan?” Howard said during show preparations that day.

  “Yes?” Joan replied.

  “Are you okay?” 

Joan blinked at her. She lowered her hand from where it had been itching her neck for at least five minutes straight. The marks it made glowered a seething pink in the open air.

  “Yes.” She said again.

  “Joan has fleas,” Anne said helpfully. 

  “I do not have fleas.” Joan growled as she scratched behind one of her ears like an itchy dog. 

She didn’t have fleas, but there was something under her skin, making its home in her body. She wanted to claw her flesh open and rip it out, and such a lust for that violent alternative scared her.

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Thursday. 

Fangs are growing in over the teeth that are already there—flat teeth, normal teeth. Those have to go. 

Her joints ache from kneeling on the cold hardwood floor of her bedroom; even the thin cloth of her pajamas dress did not dispel the chill.

The scales don’t come in right, growing into her skin, itching and scratching. She raked her long, hooked nails over her ribs until she ripped her shirt and drew blood and pus.

Feathers bristled beneath her flesh, as itchy as the scales.

There are bruises on her wrists and wasted biceps, purple and yellow. No fault of anybody- her skin has become so delicate that even the gentlest bump against a surface left a mark.

Fever chills, seizures, blood from her bitten tongue, staining her blankets and drying in a crusty mess on her face.

She hid in her room and told the director over the phone with the most human voice she could muster that she would not be turning up to work that day.

———

Friday.

After the show, everyone got out of the theater as quick as possible to get to the dinner they all had planned. Howard lingered behind for a few minutes to find something she had left, which allowed her to see the one other person still remaining inside the building.

Joan leaning against the wall with her head pressed firmly against its surface, eyes squeezed shut. Her ears were pinned back against her scalp and the feathers on her tightly folded wings were broken, messy, and in disarray. Most of the green-blue color, which usually looked quite beautiful, was splotched with baby down and ugly fledge feathers. Her chest plumage looked a lot patchier than usual.

  “Joan?” Howard circled around in front of the girl, keeping her own wings tucked in close. If this was Drop Feather, then she certainly didn’t want to touch Joan. “Are you alright?”

No answer besides a tiny twitch of one of Joan’s ears.

  “Joan? Love? Can you hear me?”

Howard noticed that Joan’s cheeks have an odd color tinting them. She also noticed her eyes are kind of glassy when she pried them open and she’s…hot. Like, fever hot. Howard bent closer and set her hands on the girl’s shoulders to steady her, and she could feel her shaking slightly. Joan opened her mouth and panted like a tired animal, and her teeth looked really sharp. Glinting.

Joan reached out and gripped her arms for some kind of grounding, and her nails started tearing her sleeves. 

  “I think something is wrong with me,” Is what Joan whispered hoarsely right before she went unconscious in Howard’s arms.

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There’s an unconscious girl in Howard’s bed and claw marks on her neck and back.

The rumbling, fire breathing sky was pouring out rain, and the wind was howling as if the city was falling beneath its elemental talons. Raindrops that had to be as big as oranges pattered against Howard’s bedroom windows loudly, making her worry that they may break, but she quickly turned her attention to the bigger issue at hand. 

Joan looked like death itself. Her skin was paler than usual, except for her cheeks, which were dark red from fever. Her face was soaked in sweat, plastering tendrils of damp white-blonde hair to her forehead. She was breathing harshly and blinking her eyes rapidly, fighting to keep away black spots from her vision—or maybe it was to keep back tears. 

  “Joan, can you hear me?” Howard called out. She sat down on the side of the bed, carefully brushed back Joan’s sweaty bangs, and placed a wet cloth on her forehead. Doing so elicited a small noise of relief through grinding breaths and feeble whimpers. “What happened to you?”

  “I don’t--I don’t know,” Joan panted. Her eyelids fluttered shut for a moment, but she forced them back open. “I-I’m sorry--”

  “Shh, shh,” Howard shushed her. “It’s okay, sweetheart. No need to apologize. I’m not mad.” She tentatively reached out and rubbed behind one of Joan’s ears, earning a hoarse sigh of contentment. “I think you may be molting, honey. But since you’re a hybrid, your body doesn’t really know what to do with all the different genes. The old feathers and scales still hanging on could be making you feel ill.”

  “Oh,” Joan whispered. “Wh-what do I do?”

  “I’ll give your wings a nice brushing,” Howard said. “Then, if you’re up to it, maybe you can take a shower to try and wash any old scales off. The hot water may help.”

Joan nodded. “Thank you, Katherine…”

Howard smiled warmly. “No problem, sweetheart.”

But there was a problem. Two hours later when Howard was cooking dinner for herself and Joan, since they had both missed the plans with the others, and Howard heard heavy thumping coming from her shared bedroom with Anne. When she ran in there, she found that the window was wide open and Joan was nowhere to be seen.

Howard flew after the girl immediately, beating her wings through the rain and swooping low over the ground until she finally found her.

Joan was over a pigeon she had apparently killed, the smell of its blood and flesh and guts a putrid perfume. What exactly did Joan think she was doing? Her jaws ripped at the feathers covering the body, its insides exposed to the cooling rain that continued to drench their bodies.

  “Do you know what you’re doing? Don’t you dare!” Howard yelled, running up to her.

Joan turned and, lowered on her legs, growled insanely at her figure. She spread her wings like an owl did when it was angry, ruffling her feathers, and Howard halted mid-step, backing away a few paces. The girl had become deranged or something. Her eyes said that alone--glazed and wide and blown way out of focus.

Then, Howard realized, this all may have been caused by Joan’s conflicting instincts as well. Being a hybrid didn’t just make molting difficult, it made the emotions that came with molting difficult, too.

  “Stop that right now! You’re not like this! This isn’t you!”

Joan ignored her presence and dug her mouth back into the flesh. She tore at all her shard dragon teeth and bat fangs could reach, feasting upon the dead bird with a passion that scared Howard. How would she ever….

  “Joan, do you understand what you’re doing? You have to stop right now. If you don’t, you’ll just be a monster, just like the one people saw your kind is.”

Howard didn’t mean for her words to come out like shards of glass, but maybe the harshness of her tone would make Joan realize what exactly she was scarfing down and bring back her regular avian mind.

It didn’t.

No, instead, Joan snarled like a wild dog with rabies. She flexed her claws in the dirt before rising up to her feet. She may have been scrawny and shorter than Howard, but with her feathers all puffed up and her mouth covered in blood, she was quite intimidating. Even in the dull, grey lighting of the rainstorm, her eyes still glinted with the ferocity and hunger of a feral beast.

For a long moment Howard wondered who she was even looking at anymore. Was that Joan? Or was it the mutated beast? Had she lost herself to the creature within? It seemed that way, with her claws primed for blood and her jaws dripping with gore.

And yet? She held out her hand. She held back a flinch as blood dripped to her fingers and palm, held tight Joan tight to her body even when she thought she would be eviscerated for it. She held Joan’s face, held her breath, and held tight to all the courage she could muster.

The mutant she was clinging onto let out a long, inhuman snarl that vibrated Howard’s rib cage as she was pressed against the thing. Hooked, barbed black claws raised up and hovered mere inches away from her back. She felt blood and drool and maybe some foam drip onto her head and run in gooey trails down the back of her neck.

Her neck.

Fear poured through Howard when she realized how easy it would be for her to meet the same fate from her first life, but she did not let go.

The deadly talons flexed, just barely tore the fabric of her shirt, and then fell down limply to the mutant’s side.

Joan, and Howard was sure now that it was still Joan, pressed her head to Howard’s chest, horns bumping into her collarbone, flicking her ears back and then drooping them in a deeply anguished gesture. Her wings fold in tightly to her back and her feathers resettle. 

Howard gently stroked one of her quivering hands over the top of Joan’s head. She murmured to her softly and it doesn’t matter how softly she spoke because she knows Joan will always hear her.

For a long time, avian and mutated stayed tangled in an embrace. 

  “Are you all right?” Howard finally asked. The rain is beginning to lessen its brutality as it lashed against their bodies.

Joan did not respond. Instead, her face became rather pale, which was impressive given that she was already ghost white. More concerned than curious, Howard raised a hand as if to draw her attention up to her eye level. However, in that moment, Joan buckled to the opposite side, a line of vomit splattering from her lips. She sank to her knees, clutching her stomach. As she rocked herself, Howard placed a hand against her forehead.

  “I’m not feeling that great,” Joan gurgled through cringing lips.

  “Oh, sweetie. You’re not kidding.” Howard said, “Must have been...”

She stopped because Joan retched again, so she most likely didn’t want to be reminded of what exactly she had done in her feral instinct state. It didn’t help that her mouth and hands were still wet with blood, gore, and goop from marred pigeon. Joan vomited once more.

  “I’m just gonna...sit here for a moment.” She panted.

  “That’s alright.” Howard assured her, rubbing her back and quickly pulling her messy hair out of the way. “It’s okay, honey, it’s okay. Just get it out.”

She was trying. She was trying really hard but it came to a point where her body felt like it didn’t need to throw up anymore and was ready to start feeling normal again. But she wasn’t ready. She became so desperate to purge the bird flesh from her stomach that she shoved her claws down her throat just to make herself vomit again.

  “Joan!”

Howard grabbed both of her wrists. Joan was crying, struggling to breathe over an oncoming panic attack that’s taking over her mind, just like the instincts had.

  “It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s okay. It’s over now. Nobody is going to hurt you, I promise.”

Joan whimpered and shook her head as tears spilled over.

  “Other people aren’t going to be the ones doing the hurting.”

Howard stared at her in disbelief as she sobbed below her.

  “It’s like I was hallucinating,” Joan started softly, “I couldn’t control myself anymore. I smelled meat and thought I saw something, so I went after it. Howard, I was hunting it.”

Joan put her head in her hands and shook it miserably. Her ears drooped and she wrapped her wings around herself to hide her body.

  “Oh god, Katherine, I’m a monster. Just like everyone says!”

  “Don’t say that.” Howard said firmly, “You are not a monster.”

  “I chased the people I thought I saw,” Joan whispered hoarsely, “I chased them to the ends of this city and they ran from me. They were scared of me.”

  “You won’t be like that.” Howard assured her. “It’s alright. I promise. It was just your instincts, sweetie. It’s happened to Bessie before.”

  “No,” Joan croaked, shaking her head. “No, no it’s…s’not alright, is it? For you to be--”

  “Joan, honey,” Howard interrupted softly with a sigh.

Howard cupped Joan’s cheeks and the poor thing flinched, like she thought her neck was going to be snapped. Instead, Howard lifted her chin until the girl made eye contact with her.

  “Whatever you’re going to say, save it.” She said. “There’s no use, because you’re not going to get rid of me.”

  “But--”

  “But nothing.” Howard stopped her. “If you think this is going to be the defining factor that ends our friendship, then you must be crazy.”

Joan blinked up at her, eyes sparkling. “I-I…” Her words caught in her throat for a moment. “I’m your friend?”

Howard’s heart simultaneously broke and melted. “Of course, sweetheart!” She said, sliding a hand back to scratch behind one of Joan’s ears. Joan cooed happily and leaned into her touch. “Of course we’re friends!”

  “I’m--I’m happy that we are,” Joan said shyly.

The little hybrid curled against Howard, nuzzling into her like she was her mother bird. Howard smiled down at her, wrapping her up in her fluffy wings.

  “We’ll get through this, Joan. I promise.”

  “I’m just-- I’m so glad you’re okay,” Joan whispered. “I don’t know what I’d do if I--”

  “It’s not going to happen,” Howard answered definitely. “I’m okay and you’re going to be okay too, darling. You’ll see.”

Maybe, just maybe, one day Joan would be able to see herself the same way Howard saw her. But for now, with the help of Aragon, who would surely want to pitch in once she was told about the incident, the best thing that could be done with Joan was to raise her right and teach her about her mutated body, since nobody else seemed to ever care enough to do so. Starting with molting.

[spyromancy]

Was rambling in the Naoki Urasawa discord server about a Monster / Beastars AU and before I could stop myself my hands had produced these. Still not sure how to replicate the Beastars style -- I wasn’t really looking at it while doodling so this is more of a weird hybrid between my style and the manga’s. Click for captions!

Stuff is subject to change, but right now Tenma is a wolf, Eva is a fox, Grimmer is a deer, Johan and Nina are horned sheep, and Lunge is a hawk. Still deciding on other characters! Lunge was originally going to be an owl, but I felt it looked much too cute and fluffy for his intimidating appearance.

Some headcanons - As a doctor, Tenma would clip his claws for safety; when he goes on the run, they grow long like his hair does. Kinderheim 511 was an orphanage only for herbivores, and it was there that they were being trained to be violent, formidable soldiers. Children with horns (deer, goats, rams, gazelle, rhinos, etc) were more commonly taken in at 511 for their natural weapon potential, though this wasn’t always the case. For the gruesome Episode 42 (I can’t watch it without hiding my eyes, aah), I felt it would make sense if Grimmer’s horns were removed as opposed to what happened in the anime. The kind wolf doctor is there to patch him up, though.

[mastrmiscellaneous]

Hogwarts Legacy Profile: Emiline Carlyle

General Information -

Name: Emiline Carlyle

Gender: female

Nickname(s): werepire

Date of Birth: 28th May

Astrological/ Zodiac Sign: Aries

Ethnicity: Irish, Welsh

Nationality: Irish

Species: Half vampire/half werewolf, witch

Blood Type: o-

Blood Status: pure blood, half-breed

Family: Emiline is the daughter of Ainmire Carlyle and Newidia Davies, a Vampire/Werewolf couple. They are an old, rich family, earning their money through the old Carlyle business that Ainmire has continued with since turning. The business is in Potion making and ingredient distribution, which is grown in the manor’s vast gardens.

Father: Ainmire (Ain-mirra) Carlyle is a Vampire. He was turned at 20 years old in 1706, and stayed in his family mansion alone, occasionally changing his appearance to look like a different family member to avoid suspicion from the local towns people. That is, until he heard a wolf howl in the woods behind his grounds. That wolf was Newidia, and he stayed with her until she transformed back, and he took her in and nursed her back to health. He is the potion maker and business man of the Carlyle business.

Mother: Newidia (derived from Newid meaning change in Welsh) Davies is a werewolf. She was bitten a year after she left Hogwarts. She struggled with finding work and acceptance across the British Isles, until she met Ainmire, who took her in, and eventually courted her. They built a secure, comfortable basement room for her to transform in so the town does not suspect her of being a werewolf. She is trained in herbology, so cares for the gardens in Carlyle Manor.

Pet(s): Nala (a brown tabby cat), buck (a tawney owl), Ryker (an albino corn snake)

Affiliation(s)/ Organization(s): Hogwarts school, Ravenclaw house, Carlyle family, Carlyle Potions and Ingredients

Occupation(s): Potion maker, curse breaker

Magical Characteristics -

Form of Boggart: Her mother’s werewolf form

Form of Patronus: Red deer

Form of Riddikulus: a wolf puppy in clothes

What do they see in the Mirror of Erised?: Her family, but her mother is not a werewolf, her father is not a vampire, and she is not a hybrid

 Wand:

-Length: 11 inches

-Flexibility: Rigid

-Wood: Willow

-Core: Unicorn hair

Description: Straight, a rounded attachment between the handle and main part stain dark purple, and the end of the handle is tulip shaped, the inside part of the tulip also stained dark purple. She attached purple silk to the handle.

Werewolf form: gingerish brown fur around her face, arms, and legs. She has a short snout, with fangs peeking out over her bottom lip. her body stays mostly the same due to her being half vampire. her hands grow fur and fingers get longer, with sharp claws. Her feet grow, and grow fur, growing claws.

Amortentia: the plants in the Carlyle garden, parchment, freshly cooked lamb, blood

Appearance -

Height: 5’9”

Weight: 11st

Eyes: right eye is lime green, left eye is magenta pink

Complexion (skin tone/ conditions): pale white with a slight pink hint. darker than her father’s because she had blood running through her veins, but she is still a lot paler than her mother because she is half vampire. she has two scars on her right wrist, from one time her father had to save her from dying by injecting his venom.

Body(build/physique): tall and slender, a pinched waist and medium sized chest, with strong yet small shoulders. She is relatively slim.

Hair Color/ Style: Ginger. straight, but slightly messy, layers that flick out. She has long hair, reaching to her mid back, two locks of hair always drape over her shoulders and rest on her collarbone. She has a thick parting on the left side, and a thick, poofy fringe cut just under her eyebrow that is brushed to the right side.

Other: she has sharp fangs, that are only slightly longer than a human’s

Hogwarts Information -

Worst Class(es): Transfiguration, History of Magic

Best Class(es): Potions, Herbology, Defence Against the Dark Arts

Favorite Spell(s): Arrow shooting spell, Bombarda, Expecto Protronum, Incendio, Mobillarbus Circumage

Trivia -

(Random facts about them, future job, face claim, theme song, etc.)

Random Facts:

Favorite Place: The woods outside the Carlyle manor, the Carlyle gardens, the local town, especially the local pub

Hobbies: experimenting with potions, plant care, reading, Suffragist member, exploring abandoned places

Jobs: Potion Maker, Herbologist

Randon facts: She wears a dark, greying blue cloak with a cowl and hood to protect herself from the sun, and cover her fur when she is mid transformation and is not home yet. She also wears a long tight long-sleeved dress with a grey top, light blue collar and cuffs, with a dark blue middle around her waist, and a light blue skirt with dark blue trim, and black shoes with a three inch heel, and white stockings.

[snippydippy]

Whoops cringe culture is dead and I wrote a Hazbin fan-fic excerpt.

I mean, technically I wrote it back in November, but whatever. Am I embarrassing myself? Probably. Do I care? Marginally. Will I get over it if I just drink? Absolutely. Like what you like, cringe culture is dumb.

Description of hotel layout might be inaccurate, I hadn’t actually looked at the correct layouts for the place until after (thanks VRchat). Oh well. Also a little long for an excerpt but oh well!

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Leanne had died recently. Just about a year ago on the day if her tracking of time could be trusted. It was nearly impossible to tell how many hours, days, or weeks had gone by down in Hell. There was no day or night. Just the perpetual, sinister red glow of the pentagram symbol carved into the rock sky that encased every sinner inside this final destination.

Her tracking of time was rough, but she did suspect a year. A year of unending misery, anger, and confusion.

Leanne didn’t understand why she was dammed here. She died young, barely 21, due to circumstances she herself wasn’t ready to face quite yet. Thinking about it made things worse. Her death was an accident, and that’s all she felt comfortable telling others and herself.

She had truly believed herself a good person in life. Sure, she swore like a sailor, and perhaps told a few small lies in her years, but who hadn’t? She had never done anything with the intention of hurting anyone. Never done anything heinous enough to deserve...This. Sharing an afterlife with ruthless thieves, pedophiles, and murderers.

She often tried to cope by telling herself that the criteria for heaven was just impossibly strict. No one got in up there. One must have had to be a perfect cherub who never left their home from birth to make it on that list. Surely. Obviously. There was no other explanation.

Leanne heard about the Happy Hotel on the news like everyone else. She had been sitting at a bar with a mysterious substance in her glass for two hours, not taking a single sip. She would never choose to drink whatever liquid it was they poured into these mugs. She simply didn’t have anywhere else to go that felt any safer. A bar was neutral ground for demons and sinners. No turf wars happened here. You couldn’t die in hell, but you sure could feel everything, so she had been careful to avoid fights.

The idea of the hotel seemed ridiculous, an idea reaffirmed by the laughter that filled the building after the Princess of Hell, Charlie, had given her foolishly passionate speech. A place sinners could go to better themselves? A second chance at redemption? Yeah, right. No one got second chances down here. Your one and only chance was the life you lived. How ridiculous. How absolutely insane. Impossible! Leanne thought all of these things as she hurriedly paid for her drink with the pocket change she had, gathered her tattered coat, and headed for the door.

It could never work. You didn’t leave hell once you got here. There was no way. But...maybe. Just maybe. Leanne didn’t belong here anyway, right? So going through this “program” at the Happy Hotel could actually (but probably not) make things right. She could explain to her majesty that there had simply been a mistake anyway, so staying at the hotel would just be a formality until it was all resolved. That’s exactly what would happen once she arrived. It would have to.

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Leanne’s doubt only grew the closer she got to the hotel itself. On her way, she had passed by a group of Demons huddled by a radio, listening as closely as they could to the static ridden channel. It seemed the Princess had more to deal with than folks around here laughing at her ideals. She had gotten into a fight with Katie Killjoy, the news anchor on the station. It had started with what sounded like more laughter at her idea, then yelling, then what could only be the sounds of a smack-down.

Leanne drew in a deep breath, let it out with a grimace, and kept walking. It would probably take her a while still to reach the building. Two days, maybe more, but it’s not like she had anywhere else to be.

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When she arrived at the towering building, she was both surprised at its sheer size and confused with the sign alight on top. The bright bulbs held up by wooden frames read “Hazbin Hotel”. Leanne could’ve sworn Princess Charlie had said it was called the Happy Hotel.

She glanced in all directions to see if she had missed anything. Though, based on the fact that this was the only building standing for miles of this size, and the only hotel she knew of that existed in Hell in general, she had to assume she had the right place.

Once she walked up to the front doors, Leanne’s hesitations nearly took over her. Behind those doors, decorated with stained-glass images of apples, was either the solution to all her woes, or the confirmation that she had, in fact, been sent to the right place. And that there was nothing anyone could do about it. Proof that she belonged in Hell.

She touched the golden handle with a hand that had once been human. She closed her eyes, hating being reminded of what her body was now. Her once delicate hands with smooth, human skin had turned into a dark blue, scaled and clawed nightmare. Spreading across her temples now were the same colored scales, and right above her ears now sat a pair of wicked, black spiraled horns. Her nose that she had hated so much in life now looked more akin to a bear’s. Her skin that had once been a healthy tan, now a dull grey, lifeless in hue. A long and thick lizard like tail nervously swished behind her. Even though Leanne was a beast, she supposed she had been more fortunate than others. Most of the dead down here you’d hardly recognize as anything that had ever been human. At least Leanne got to keep her basic human shape.

Enough thinking. Leanne pushed open the door and was met by the smell of an old floral perfume and the sound of a charming tune playing on a piano somewhere deep within. She had stepped inside and waited to hear the door click behind her before opening her eyes once more.

Once she did, Leanne was amazed, frozen in shock for a moment. The place was impossibly clean, practically immaculate. Not a single spec of dust, cobweb, or splatter of blood in sight. The long hallway in front of her seemed to stretch on for half a mile, painted comforting shades of deep red with gold trimming. It was far too nice to be a place in Hell. Leanne even noticed how the temperature was the most comfortable she had felt since she died. Warm enough that she could take her coat off, but cool enough that she wouldn’t sweat with it on.

Dozens of portraits of Princess Charlie, her family, and their associates covered the halls. Leanne stepped over to a painting of who she assumed was Charlie’s father. The name etched into the wood frame at the bottom read “Lucifer~1789”. He looked friendly enough for the ruler of hell. Very pale skin, deceptively rosey cheeks complimenting a charming smile, well coiffed blonde hair, and deep black eyes. He looked so much like the images Leanne had seen of Charlie.

She moved on from the picture, searching for any kind of check-in desk, not quite brave enough to call out for assistance. The first opening to her left thankfully read “Concierge” above the open door frame.

Inside the room were a few old, but comfortable looking chairs that sat empty strewn about, a fire place to the left radiating a calming glow, and at the far end of the room was the concierge desk. Three deer skulls hung on the wall above the desk’s canopy, and below them three signs that struck Leanne as very odd. The middle read “Welcome!” while the two on either side read “Gambling!” and “Booze!”. Wasn’t this place supposed to be about avoiding sin? Maybe they were just a gag.

Leanne couldn’t see anyone at the desk. She saw a silver call bell and instinctively went to ring it, her hand stopping to hover over it. She suddenly thought about bailing right then. There was no guarantee that this place could help her. No knowing for sure if the Princess was even really looking to help anyone. She could just be looking for souls to collect. This whole thing could be a trap-

Her thoughts were cut off by the sound of the bell she had tapped without realizing. She heard an annoyed groan from underneath the counter.

“Fuck, what? I already wiped down the god damn counter.” A demon with a husky voice pulled himself to a standing position to face Leanne. He looked like some sort of cat and owl hybrid. Mostly grey fur with a white face and chest. He had large eyes with dark red scleras and yellow irises, long red eyebrows that extended off his face on either side, an amusing heart shaped nose, and lovely red wings protruding from his back that had what appeared to be card suit markings along some of the feathers. Between his two tall and slender feline ears sat a top-hat of equal height, and a black bow tie rested in the fluff of his chest. He looked at Leanne for a moment in confusion. She couldn’t find the nerve to say anything. He croaked out, “Well, you’re not my boss. You here to check in?”

Leanne felt her tail nervously wrap around her waist as she fiddled with her hands at her chest. She opened her mouth to speak, but instead only quietly cleared her throat and nodded.

The cat-owl demon raised an eyebrow at her before producing a clipboard and pen from the drawer in front of him, “I’m gonna need your name first, lady.”

“Uh..I-It’s, um..Lee. Leanne.” As the man started writing her name down on the paper, Leanne’s head suddenly exploded with questions.

Wait! How does this all work? Was she going to need to tell him how she died? Confess her sins? Would there be some kind of test to see if she could stay? She remembered she had no money. How was she going to pay for this? Had she thought anything through at all!?

Just as Leanne sucked in a panicked breath to tell the other demon to wait, both of them jerked their head towards the sound of a squeal in the doorway. A young girl stood there wearing a white button up shirt with black suspenders, and a smile Leanne thought didn’t belong down here. She was very pale, with beautiful rosey cheeks complimenting a radiant smile, long and well kept blonde hair, and deep black eyes.

Princess Charlie rushed over to Leanne in the blink of an eye. She practically bounced as she spoke, taking Leanne’s hands in her own, “Are you checking in?? Please say yes!”

“Y-yes! Uh, I mean..I-I think so? I would like to?” Leanne bit the inside of her cheek. She’d ramble on forever if she didn’t get a grip, “I-Um. I just have a few questions.”

“Of course! Whatever you need we are here to help with!” Charlie let go of Leanne’s hands and snatched the clip board and pen from the other demon. He grumbled, but didn’t seem too bothered to have his job done by someone else. “What was your name?”

Charlie’s infectious positivity made it impossible for Leanne not to give the faintest of grins, “It’s Leanne, your..majesty? Highness? Princess?” Leanne had no idea how to address royalty of such a place as Hell. It didn’t help that Charlie seemed so different than what she reasonably should be.

The demon princess laughed without a hint of malice, “Just Charlie is fine, Leanne.”

Charlie was madly writing unknown information down on the clip board, and Leanne couldn’t help but notice the other demon eyeing her suspiciously. She tried not to make eye contact, just wishing for Charlie to talk again.

“Okay! Since you are one of our first patrons,” her voice shifted into a sing-song tone, the friendliness a sound Leanne didn’t know she had been craving until this moment, “I put you in one of our sweets!~ Room 331.”

“U-Uh, sorry, but I don’t have any money.” Leanne pulled her hands back to her chest, her tail tightening ever so slightly. She laughed joylessly, “I didn’t really come prepared for this, I guess.”

Charlie tucked the clipboard underneath one arm and took Leanne’s arm in the other, “Well then it’s a good thing you don’t have to pay for this! Husk, hand me her keys please?”

The husky voiced demon who now had a name went to the wall of keys behind him to find 331, tossing them to Charlie when he did.

Leanne was about to speak when Charlie tugged her along to the doorway and out into the hallway. The princess was pulling her toward the sound of the piano, “You’re going to LOVE it here! I’m so happy that my little, ahem, argument issue on the news didn’t keep you away!”

“Right.” Leanne didn’t have the heart to tell her it almost did. “S-So, uh, the questions that I had?..mainly about how I pay for this-“

Charlie held up a hand to silence Leanne, letting go of her arm to lead rather than pull, “You don’t! As long as you are showing progress towards your goal of redemption, you don’t owe anything! Just keep showing us your best behavior! Sound fair to you?”

“Sure,” Leanne tried to sound trusting, smiling the best she could remember how to, “Sounds fair.”

They had finally reached the source of the piano music. It was coming from behind two heavy doors with ‘Ballroom’ written on a sign above them. Along with the instrument, a voice could now be heard. It sounded as though someone was listening to an old 1930s radio host singing a song while playing along to it.

“I’m going to introduce you to my co-manager. He’ll be excited to see we have a second patron!” Charlie sang and pushed the doors open while Leanne thought about how there were only two guests in this ginormous place.

“Alastor, we have a new guest!”

The music stopped abruptly as Charlie spoke, and the one playing the piano stood from the bench and turned towards the two she-demons.

Leanne was terrified of him. Instantly and morbidly. Something about him sent a sub-zero chill down her spin that then went cascading out through her limbs. Her hands felt numb, her mouth felt dry, her head swimming. It was not unlike the feeling right before you wake from a terrible, horrific nightmare. Her tail coiled back around her waist as she tried to calm herself

Alastor was very tall, handsome, and incredibly thin. He wore a deep red pinstriped suit with a black tie in the shape of an upside down cross. His hair was shaggy, red on the top with a line of black around the bottom. Atop the Demon’s head were two small deer antlers, along with two tall tufts of hair that looked like they could be deer ears, matching red with the rest of his hair and tipped black on top.

His eyes were huge, dark red sclera with light red irises. His smile was even bigger, sharp yellow teeth stretching sinister from ear to ear. His skin was a grey similar in dullness to her own. He adjusted the monocle in front of his right eye as he looked over Leanne. His eyes glowed dimly.

Alastor suddenly threw his arms up in an exaggerated show of glee, “That’s wonderful news, my dear!”

His voice was the host Leanne thought she’d heard before. The demon spoke with a transatlantic accent, and it sounded as if there were an old radio transmitter in his throat. “The more the merrier as they say!”

He stepped forward, the sound of tap dance shoes clacking against the floor accompanying his footfalls. Leanne wanted to run away from him. Her mind was screaming at her to leave, forget this whole idea, and never come back. However, her body wouldn’t cooperate and Alastor had an arm around her and Charlie’s shoulders before she could do anything anyway, “We’re so delighted to have you, sweetheart! This place has been so very dull lately with just the few of us mucking about!”

He seemed friendly enough, so what was it about him that made Leanne’s heart feel like it was going to pound out of her chest? She hated him. His energy felt...bad. Wrong. Dangerous. She’d never felt worse about anyone, and that included the other demons she’d met down here. Her hands had gone from numb to sweaty, and yet she felt terribly cold now. This fear was all consuming, and it was touching her shoulders.

“So, what’s your name, mystery doll?” He tilted his head in the most uncanny way, staring down at her with sharp teeth and eyes unblinking.

Leanne’s tongue felt like a lead brick in her mouth, “I..uh...I-It’s-I’m, uh-“

Charlie gave a concerned chuckle, “Her name is Leanne.” She slipped out from under Alastor’s arm and gently touched the other girl’s shoulder, “Are you okay?”

Leanne was thankful to look at Charlie instead of him, and even more so to feel Alastor’s arm drop away from her as he took a step away.

“Y-Yes. Sorry. I’m just..” She glanced at Alastor, and instantly regretted it. His eyes were focused hard on her, his grin wide and full of teeth. Leanne could tell he knew she was feeling this way, “I just, um, g-get nervous around new people. That’s..that’s all.”

Charlie opened her mouth, but Alastor boomed over her, “Well that’s perfectly fine, sweetheart! I was being rude anyway. My name is Alastor, and I’m the co-manager of this fine establishment! I’m sure being here long enough will help you burst right out of that pretty shell of yours!”

“Yes it will!” Charlie clapped her hands together with a little hop, “We have so many activities planned for everyone who comes to stay here! Ice breakers, games, classes, you’ll never be bored and you’ll never not have people to talk to!”

“Assuming more folks do come by, of course!” Alastor added smugly, causing Charlie to shoot him a look.

“More will come, Al. Have a little bit of faith.” She walked passed Leanne to the door way, “If you follow me now, Leanne, I can show you to your room!”

“O-Okay.” She didn’t need to be told twice, grateful to get away from that radio-voiced Demon. She went to follow the princess out the door.

“I can already tell by looking at you, dear.” Alastor started, causing Leanne to stop for a moment. She wouldn’t look back at him. The static in his voice cleared as he spoke, “You’re going to be a very entertaining guest.”