#they'd be drawn to tail's stuff too

[ironbonds]

« i’m here to help. » ~Tangle to Tails || @diffxrentwxrlds || injured sentence starters ( accepting )

Tails had never been so happy to hear someone's voice, and Tangle was definitely one of those on the top of the list. Her natural abilities made her a prime canidate for search and rescue operations, which he guessed he was in the middle of.

The last thing he'd expected was for GUN to lose control of some prototype near his home, trapping him underground in his lab. Though if that had been all that had happened he would have been happy, but no. He'd been in an elevator when the thing had demolished his home, and the cable carrying him from the bottom to top floors had failed. Falling he could have handled, but no amount of mechanical engineering knowledge could have prepared him for being shot upwards.

He'd hit the ceiling with enough force to stun him, before the remaining cables had failed, sending him plummeting to the bottom had the safety measures not kicked in and slowed his descent.

Only for a severely malfunctioning GUN mech to push him down the rest of the way, then trap him there. At least someone had been on their way to visit, and presumably reported the devastation to... someone. Probably Amy.

None of that really mattered, certainly not when the mech and the ceiling laying on top of him where pushed aside to reveal the Lemur in all her gray and white glory.

The kitsune could have cried seeing her there, but he had a little bit of pride. The tears were definitely from the dust in his eyes.

" I literally can't tell you how happy I am to see you. "

[fitzs-space]

I absolutely love ur mer designs for Etho, Grian and our lovely sea monster ofc lol. Do you have any more in depth refs for their designs, id love to see more of how they look if possible! /nf ofc

only really had the couple rough sketches for their designs unfortunately! given its how I work with most of my stuff with just quick sketches like this. But I'll give the couple details I remember adding into their designs! Main notes will be I spent more time on Etho because I knew they'd be seen the most,, also that this this Is a default of how I've always drawn mermaids, with the whole dark eyes and covered in scales and fins, more siren esk in a sense.

with Etho the main things I remember adding is chancing the headband and gloves to be more like kelp being wrapped around/ braided, because In general I like drawing mermaid outfits with a more found object type vibe to them. the other main thing was intentionally giving them 9 fins in their design, 6 on the tail, 2 on their fourarms, and the one on the back. Cause I enjoy drawing Etho with the kitsune vibe. even though I;ve only ever drawn them with the full ears n tail like,, once or twice? who knows.

Also! points points, finally had an excuse to draw their tattoos!

only notes I really had for Grian was wanting him to have the rounded Fins cause feather vibes. and I never really looked up actual fish or animals when I draw quick designs, so I go off pure vibes and vague memory of what I think the animal looks like,,, and we end up with stuff like this.

and drew them with the void damage again! thought it would look pretty to have a tail and scales that looked like a void/spacelike. and It wouldn't have been a good colour pallet to have him in just pure red with the poncho and tail bein the same colour. I did also try the white hair too, even just being streaks like my s5 Ex design, but It wasn't really working out.

I looked at my old design of Xb and went, "what can I do to make this being even prettier." and here we are /hj the full sea monster style Is something only like five of the hermits would have seen, so its not a common thing. I'd like to think Xb also like triples in size when like this, but its hart to show that when its just a single character shot like this. the default Xb design I will use is the "just some guy" kinda thing with only a couple fishy details if you look close enough. the whole a couple scales around the eyes like freckles and a vague impression of gills that are mostly covered up buy the hoodie anyways. the third eye is something Xb always keeps closed, and is normally hidden behind bangs

yada yada, I draw my Xb design as a character who just does everything to act as "Just some guy" and not as a full on monster of the deep sea kind thing only other design notes would be me adding the runes into Xb's horns, cause I've got some random magics lore Ideas, and I've been meaning to also add some to Tango's design as well and I originally had drawn Xb's earrings as a way to match with Hypnos, forgot that I drew this one with just a teardrop,, but I know my Hypno design does have both a eye and a bell on his earrings. Silly reference to a cool fic that was a good chunk of inspiration to how I characterize my Xb

Idk, not as many thoughts behind these designs as I had in the ties comic, but still a couple none the less!

[deafchild2000]

I don't care how you guys feel about Charlotte, if there's one thing I'm glad S2 (in it's prime) explored - it was generational merfolk magic.

(Admitting Charlotte truther here) I find it fascinating exploring Mako Island and the generations of mermaids over the years for many reasons. Let's be honest, there's plenty of H2O fanfiction on Fanfiction.Net that tried exploring the H2O gang growing up and having powers to various degrees. Some focus on adulthood and drag it out while others get to the marriage and children phase a bit too quickly, but a few stand out just right (and by right, I mean "I could read this as if I'm watching it on TV"). But what I gather trying to read is Next Generation fics. Some writers opt to say the girls had normal children and don't tell them the Secret - which leads to history repeating and the daughters and/or sons finding their way onto Mako and going through the Metamorphosis. Others say the children are born with their powers, therefore automatically in on the Secret. And I think I recall a fic that ventured into the girls (or maybe just Cleo) becoming grandmothers themselves.

(FYI: It's a lot more telling how long ago a fanfic was written if the mermen in them have orangey-gold tails or any other colors pre-Mako Mermaids.)

Overall, I do appreciate those stories, but that doesn't diminish my preference for the past mermaids or what they could've/would've done if taking the present canon into account. I wanna explore how being mermaids in the 50s had worked out, if Gracie's choice was what split the group up, or if it was the tip of the iceberg. But mostly, I wanna know why Gracie was the only one to have a family and the implications of her ties to Mako after no longer being a mermaid. Did Gracie leave and never look back? Could Annette have been an 80s mermaid if she had returned? And regardless of how she came in, was Charlotte being drawn to Mako and becoming a mermaid really shocking?

Or what about Julia? The only reason we found out she died was because her locket sold at an estate sale and ended up at a jewelry shop. But did that have to necessarily mean she was alone or could it be implied she did have family and they sold her stuff without realizing the significance of the locket? What if someone did try to look for it and couldn't track it down? Maybe, if not directly a grandchild, but a grand-niece or nephew?

So in that hypothesis, out of the 4 known members of the 50s group, Gracie and Julia had more reasons to have had families in their lives while Louise (an elderly widow) and Max (a recluse hermit) didn't.

I understand we got used to the iconic OG girls, but there are too many holes and plots to be left unexplored.

((Before I end on this note, let me send this off that next-generation tropes don't necessarily have to apply to children and grandchildren. I'll fan the flame that Kim Sertori could have received the torch and become a mermaid. Cleo and co. were off the college and with the moon pool supposedly damaged, it wouldn't be like more mermaid hijinx could occur...that they'd be aware of. And what if Taryn Marler (Julia in S2 and Sophie in S3) had been brought on as a twenty-something woman who endured Metamorphosis, unlike the teenagers before her? Her character - Rachel Samuels from Blue Water High S2, free to watch on YouTube - had a much more preferable persona for H2O, so why not combine them into someone fleshed out? Instead of the main characters having children or having them help out the next random group of teenaged Merfolk - why not focus on a narrative of a mermaid's siblings finally stepping into her shoes and a woman entering her adult years as a mermaid?))

[lyranova]

Hello there, Lyra dearest~!

I have a request for your AU Event! Since I don't wanna burden you too much, could I ask for some general headcanons regarding the Magic Knight Captains in a Fairy Tail AU?

Like, what sort of other magics do you think they'd use given the opportunity for it in the world of Fairy Tail? And maybe what guilds they'd be drawn to... Even if it's just headcanons, I hope it's not too much.

Hiya Erika! This is where I realize that I’ve lost sooo much of my Fairy Tail knowledge after leaving the fandom 😭, I had to look at the wiki for all of this and I’m so sorry that they’re very, very short! Also I only did half the Captain’s, which I also apologize for 😔. (I really should rewatch Fairy Tail someday 😭!!!!)

Warnings: None

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Fuegoleon:

• I feel like Fue would have Fire Dragon Slayer Magic if he were in Fairy Tail!

• Before becoming a guild master I can kind of see him being a member of Quatro Cerberus or Sabertooth (after Sting takes over, because before that I think Fue would burn Jiemma up for all the stuff he did 💀)

• I feel like even before he became a guild master a lot of his guildmates would go to him for advice and he would kind of become a sort “vice-guildmaster”!

• But eventually he leave and would most certainly be a guild master (as would all the Captains imo), and I have a feeling his guild would be similar to Quatro Cerberus except more…Lion themed than dog themed 😆!

Yami:

• Oof for magic I think he would be interested in…either Darkness magic or Darkness Dragon Slayer Magic (which is from 100 years quest if I’m not mistaken)! But maybe he would like to try something like Rogue’s Shadow magic 🤔? Or Elfman’s beast soul magic?

• Yami would probably fit in at Fairy Tail, but he would kind of be another Gildarts! He shows up every now and then, stays for a bit, but eventually leaves again (I also feel like he would bring a new guild member to Fairy Tail every time he visits)!

• He would probably get along with Cana, Elfman, and maybe Bacchus?

• Would eventually become a guildmaster too (like all the Captains would be), and it would probably give Fairy Tail and Sabertooth a run for their money!

Charlotte:

• For magic I think it would be a plant variant 🤔? Maybe like Imitatia’s magic but less…dark and evil? But as for what other magic she would be interested in, I definitely think Erza’s requip magic would be perfect for her!

• She would 100% be a part of Mermaid Heel, and would eventually become it’s guildmaster!

• She would definitely get along with Erza, Kagura, Mira-Jane and maybe Minerva after she is redeemed (?)!

• Was probably scouted by Blue Pegasus for her beauty, but ultimately turned them down and decided that Mermaid Heel was a much better fit!

Nozel:

• For Nozel i think he would be similar to Gajeel and have Iron Dragon Slayer Magic, although it’d probably lean more towards just regular steel!

• He would probably be a member of Sabertooth, both in the beginning and after Sting took over! I can see him staying away from the guild a lot due to having…serious disagreements with Jiemma, but eventually returns once Sting took over.

• He would get along with the more serious characters like Rogue!

• Eventually, like the others, he would leave and form his own Guild and become a Guildmaster!

William:

• Would certainly have some kind of Earth magic like Jura!

• And because of that I can see him joining Lamia Scale and being Jura’s “prodigy” before Jura left to become one of the Ten Wizard Saints!

• I can see him getting along with characters like Jellal (because, y’know, they both betrayed their kingdoms after becoming really important figures and are now working to atone for their crimes).

• Hm, while I think he would start his own guild, I can also see him doing like Charlotte and becoming the Guildmaster for Lamia Scale!

[ambiguouspuzuma]

The Colour of Fire

"This must be tough on your lot, huh?"

"What do you mean," Palira asked, already knowing where this conversation was headed. Her tail coiled instinctively beneath the desk.

"Oh, come on, you know what I mean." The customer was human, as they so often were. He counted out his coins on the counter, as if she wouldn't have to tally them herself. "I don't know what the right word is nowadays. Is dragon still allowed? We're not supposed to say wyrms, right? Or is that wyverns?"

"Dragon is fine." She didn't bother outlining the difference. If he cared, he wouldn't already know. "But I understood the your lot, as you so diplomatically put it. I meant the other part. What must be tough?"

"Look, you know, getting rid of coins and that. The paper money. You people like piling it up, right? Hoarding? What are you going to do - make a stack? Build a mattress out of wads of notes?"

"That's a stereotype." Palira let the you people slide. Some days she was just grateful for people. "The idea that we sleep atop of a mound of gold. It really doesn't work that way."

Her ancestors would have swallowed him whole, but evolution had seen them go the way of the giants, adapted for life in the crowded cities. She'd kept her tail, her wings, her penchant for pyrotechnics, but wore clothes and worked behind a counter; the same number of scales, just scaled down. No less a dragon, but more of what his sort would recognise as a person.

She began the process of counting his coins away, keeping a tally as she went. This change to paper money was welcome, but it involved an awful lot of hassle: all of the old coins would need to be taken out of circulation, with notes issued in exchange. Vast exchanges had been set up to manage the transition, with dozens of trusted workers like Palira having to manually convert between the two. It wasn't too bad, when they let her concentrate.

"Right, that's what I'm asking." The human really wasn't getting the hint. "How does it work, then? You just pile it up to look at it? You don't eat it, do you?"

Palira sighed, a wisp of frustrated smoke escaping from her nose. "Traditionally - and I don't speak for all dragons here, because we're all individuals - we've just been drawn to gold for the way that it gleams. In our culture, it's the colour of fire, which is obviously also sacred to us. It's that lustre we revere above all else. Not how much is can be traded for at the greengrocers."

They'd always loved gold for its appearance - just as his ancestors had, before they'd gone and made it weird. Humanity had declared this simple metal to be the unit of all worth, the symbol of trade, and then also used it as the marker of their greed. A love for gold was seen as toxic, the root of all their sins, whilst loving other things was still allowed. Dragons were painted as the embodiment of miserly evil, when they were aesthetes: they'd only ever cared about the beauty of the gold itself.

Of course, the human translation of gold-as-money had also made it incredibly hard to get hold of the stuff. Even those who didn't care for the colour needed it to eat every day, to invest in new clothes, to save to put a roof over their heads. They started hoarding it, hiding it, packing it away in bank vaults where nobody could admire it at all. For Palira and her lot, the transition to paper money couldn't have come sooner.

No wonder so many had applied to work at exchanges like this: handing out the new notes, and taking the redundant old coins in exchange. Finally, they could show the world how little they cared for money: they would make an arrangement of that gold, yes, now that it was no longer legal tender. They would remove it from circulation all right. It had been freed up to be worshipped, just like in the olden days. Legally worthless, but still worth everything to them.

"Fire's red," the man told her. "Everyone knows that."

"You have a good day," Palira said, handing over his wads for safekeeping. She could easily find out where he lived, if she thought he needed more of a lesson, channelling the fury of her ancestors for the modern age. That was the other good thing about paper money, she thought: it was much more flammable.

[ihavetoomuchhomeworkforthis]

Sorry the 2nd one is rotated

Idk if having the arms bisected like that would help, or make everything weirder. I feel like it's easier to imagine what it would be like to have wings like that, since we already have all the same shoulder and upper arm musculature, but idk if it's functionally easier. I'm also honestly not sure if these designs would work at all (aka if any versions of this humanoid would actually be flight capable). Please don't judge the first page too much, those are just sketched ideas from before I googled actual anatomy references, the second page is more finalized

Could somebody who has more anatomy knowledge and/or more experience with this stuff maybe take a look and tell me what you think?

(All the stuff under the cut here is from before I added everything above, just so you know)

I'm trying to figure out some avian humanoid designs. Not really avian, they're much more batlike than birdlike. Or maybe reptilian, I haven't quite decided. Humanoids with the ability to fly (or at least glide).

Oh, Google says the word for that is volant.

Anyway, so I was thinking they'd have two forearms branching off of a primary wrist joint, with the radius and ulna of the human forearm being like the index and middle fingers, and the radius and ulna of the long extended wing forearm being like the ring and pinky fingers. If the first "hand" was stuck in a permanent Vulcan salute. This first wrist would also have a thumb (although on the other side of the hand from usual with how I've described it), which would provide more support for the wing membrane. The human forearm would terminate in a functional human hand, while the wing forearm would have a very flexible (secondary) wrist that divides into very looong fingers all connected by the wing membrane, just like how a bat has. The wing membrane would go all the way from the batlike fingers to the thumb of the primary wrist, and then continue to connect down the length of the torso, ending at the hips. (Sort of like how a bat looks, just not continuing all the way to the feet too.)

For the legs, there are several options, but I narrowed it down to two. Maybe 3.

The first idea was that there would be a second set of legs connecting to the knees, like how the arm split into two forearms, and webbing membrane connecting from there to the ankles. This seems most practical clothing-wise, and least practical regarding actual flight because it's not THAT much more surface area. The second idea was basically the same, but connecting at the hip (upper hip, almost to where they'd look like "shoulders") and with another knee, so that you have membrane for kicking/gliding all the way from the hips to both sets of ankles. The final variant of this was that the second set of (winglike) legs would connect at the hips as described, skip straight to a long tibia and tibia (maaaybe with a very short femur and knee first just for more maneuverability), and then have a wrist/ankle leading to long flight phalanges that could curl up a bit while just walking. I also thought that the primary feet would be extra long and flipperlike too (with extra long toes and more webbing), and that they'd walk mostly on "tiptoe" (metatarsals in the air like how cats walk).

The other idea was more reptilian looking, and more accurate to the appearance of bird tails: their spine would continue on into a long tail, and both (human) legs would individually connect to the tail from the hips to the ankles for one big sail. This idea was most limiting clothing and movement-wise, but affords probably the most wing surface area for the least additional skeletonage. The way I've drawn it looks a bit stupid though.

[arcadequeerz]

@firekitten830 OKIE- Lil Ramble bout em under read more. There isn't a ton but I got some stuff figured out rn.

Their name is either: Mourning Vision or Mourning Midnight- She is a Mortician! Her magic is to do w preparing the dead to be buried and everything that rly comes w said job- She's a Unicorn! They can also see Ghosts/Spirits too due to their profession n magic.

Lives on sight in the funeral home located near/on a Cemetery- Tends to graves and mausoleums on the sight and talks to the 'Residents' that are active there often.

Due to her profession n Magic other Ponies are pretty intimidated n scared of her- They avoid them and shy away when she comes around. Because of this she doesn't have many or any 'Living' Friends. Talking and interacting w the dead is far easier then the living.

The dead can sometimes appear to her just how they looked when Alive, but duller in color and sometimes having injuries related to how they died- Or they can appear to them as pretty scary monsters. But they're pretty used to stuff by now so it takes a Lot to actually scare them.

Uhhhh colors:

I made this on a lil mlp sprite site, n used some tail n mane base from dA! But this is basically her colors- Her fur is dark black, and I think they do have some kind of markings on her but I haven't figured out how they'd look yet. Her mane n tail aren't rly curly or just wavey, kinda in the middle- Both are fine and usually are tied up while they're doing work. Though strands of her mane tend to slip out and hang in her face. She ties her mane n tail up w simple satin ribbons!

She's pretty tall, on the thin side and lanky- Not the size of like celestia or anything but certainly taller then the ~average~ pony.

Her mane is white with shades of bluish green, and her Magic is a similar color. Eyes are purplish blue and will glow when she's using their Magic!

Horn is curved too-!

Not set on what their Cutie Mark looks like just yet- But if I go w their name being: Mourning Vision- A Coffin w a Eye on it maybe? Either closed or open- Or if I go w Mourning Midnight- Coffin w a Moon on it? Maybe crescent shaped?

I am not good w outfits but I imagine they wear a kinda- shall- black maybe w small stars on it?

They also have the lil- beard that Actual unicorns are drawn w usually!

Uhhh thats all I have on her rn, Shout out 2 my friends who gave me ideas for em d:)

[lostusagis]

@jiraipink asked:

[ Happy Easter! 🐇 🥚 ]

There was a person dressed up in a typical Easter Bunny costume peeking from behind the door. Before the siblings could think a total weird ass stranger had trespassed inside their abode, she plops off the large head piece. "Eheheh! Surpriiiiiiise~!" It's just Namida pulling a small prank! She unzips the disguise off of her and reveals a maid outfit. She was also wearing a pair of black bunny ears and a cute cotton tail. After doing a little twirl, she cheerfully offers the siblings each their own Easter basket she personally put together. They were both matching ones. The theme being Little Twin Stars: Kagura's centering around Lala and Kamui's Kiki. They also each contained a fake egg that's been drawn and painted with water colors that looks like them. Of course, there were homemade chocolates stuffed inside various pastel colored plastic fillable eggs! "Happy Easter, you two~! ☆"

It was no surprise for Kamui to have stopped by where Kagura lived for Easter, he didn't have his own permanent residence on earth, but his sister did. So, that's where they'd meet up for any holiday oriented stuff whether Kagura liked it or not. As well as the rest of Kagura's earth family.

This time around they had been really looking forward to the day more than usual, since Namida had became part of their life. She's easily become part of their broken little family.

When she arrived at the door, Kagura had been the one to answer. An odd look shoots her way since Kagura hadn't expected any bunny adorned person.

''.....Who the hell are you?'' Kagura immediately asks,

''Eh? Who is it? I can always kill them and get it over with you know. There's a lot of weirdos that appear around the holidays.'' Kamui immediately offers, causing his sister to sigh.

''Can we go five minutes without committing murder please?'' Kagura was hoping this wouldn't escalate and was relieved to see this was someone they knew. Delighted even when it was Namida herself.

''Namidaaaaaa!'' Kagura grins ear to ear, excited to see her friend over for the holidays.

Meanwhile, Kamui had to do a double take when seeing Namida in her maid outfit. He forgot until that moment that Namida had mentioned wearing it for easter. Well, he wasn't complaining.

''Looking cuter than usual Namida.'' Kamui remarks with a grin, seeing how she was adorning bunny ears this time around too. Although, he'd think she was cute in pretty much anything, didn't matter what.

They both went ahead and took the easter baskets offered to them, exchanging grateful smiles.

''Happy Easter.'' Kamui says,

''We thought maybe it'd be time for our surprise too.''

Cue them both pelting her with eggs non stop while laughing.

[sugarmaplexamberdarling]

..the urge to post stuff you aren't finished writing yet that is also so influenced by background lore you've thrown together wholesale...

The thing this goes with might be posted someday!

[...]"But at least Blitzy here has the dignity to just fuck his prince instead of being a pampered little purse dog."

Where was the growl coming from?

"You know, if I wanted bullshit opinions, I’d get on Vitter and check the thread on Hell’s best porn star rather than listen to your ratty cowboy ass. You don’t even have a fucking horse anymore." Blitzo said, forcing himself to his feet. "Downgraded a lot from your last job huh, though it came with back up, lucky for you."

...the fuck was this shit?

How did Blitzo have a beef with at least fifty percent of the people in any given room?

"Well, I don't think I would've needed that much help to take you down. Your little employees were a challenge but..."

"Yeah, they kicked your ass pretty good from what I heard. Some new scars since the last time I saw you." Blitzo smirked. "Had to run away before they finished you off, smoked out of your own lair. That why you slumming it with the mob? Can't say it ended well for the last outsider Crimson dealt with."

Striker snorted. "They got lucky. Twice even." He shook his head, pushing the cage enough that Fizz started to slide. "You know they only saved him 'cause the hit got canceled right?" He pulled a knife from his belt with his tail, palming it. "Though... suppose they stopped me from taking a trophy." He smirked. "I don't usually but I thought if I had to let the bastard live I might as well make sure he'd never forget it. Suppose Crimson's got a point about souvenirs."

He laughed, the sound guttural and grating. "Aww did he not tell you Blitzy? Your employees did interrupt me but if they'd been even a minute or two later... I'd have some pretty reds in a jar right now." Striker leaned in closer. "Couldn't have him seeing me again."

"...the fuck..." Blitzo's voice was a guttural whisper, his body coiled so tight that Fizz could swear that he could hear springs straining, but maybe that was just his imagination. "The fuck are you talking about?"

Something flashed over Blitzo’s face in the course of seconds, pupils contracting to slits, lips drawn back in a snarl before he caught himself. “You know it says something that you’re only willing to get up close and personal with that shit when he couldn’t fight back. Suppose you’ve never had someone willing to be under you, you bitch ass fuckface.” He cocked his head to the side. “Too chicken shit to face him when he could petrify you?” Blitzo stepped forward, that darkness in his eyes still there. “I make him scream my name, names of some fucking obscure star gods with just my damn self on the regular.”

Striker tilted his head to the side and smirked. “Yeah, he screamed your name a lot when I stabbed him too.”

Blitzo flung himself at the cage wall, sending the thing swinging, fangs latching on to Striker's hand as he tried for the knife.

Writing a scene where Striker taunts Blitzø about having nearly taken Stolas's eyes and the scene is fighting me about his reaction.

Thoughts?

[icreatethingsiguess]

Much needed context: one of my ocs had three boyfriends during his entire life and I once had a thought like "yo wait what if they were all the boyfriends in that one terribad webcomic lmaooo" and so my very very good great wonderful ranchy fishy fishy fish fish friend @fishyfishyfishtimes cooked this up. Thank you Ranch for your sacrifice.

I promise my characters aren't poorly written gay stereotypes bro they just ARE lowkey similar in a weird way. Like if someone were to do some shittyass thing with them this is what they'd cook up (I like thinking of this stuff sometimes although some of it is unwanted too). I don't hate my ocs, I promise.

[If you care about this stuff, characters from left to right are Lael Baines, Olivier Lévêque, Lacy J. Bravura, and Joshua A. Klein. All belong to me. Olivier looks different here because he's drawn in an art style of a character of Ranch's (which is really good!!) + he literally didn't have a design yet. All of these handsome beasts are butterfly puppets, Joshua is just extra fluffy so that's why his antennae look like that. He has a very long and fluffy "tail" aka insect abdomen too! Use your imagination ;) ]

Posted with consent from @fishyfishyfishtimes because otherwise that'd just be wrong

Haven't actually read this webcomic because every time I think I'm brave enough the cover and sheer length of it successfully scare me away (+++ the art, voice acting, and character design are scary af).

[we-have-bangtan]

I summoned you

Random one-shot #3

Pairing: demons!OT7 x witch!reader

Genre: fluff, fluff and more fluff, poly au

warning: swearing, its hella longggggg. <33

Part 2

Synopsis: The seven most powerful demons in the world were summoned for the first time in over a hundred years only to find out that their summoner is a little witch who was being hunted by witch hunters. She seeks protection from them but at what cost?

“Who the fuck summoned us?” Hoseok groaned feeling the familiar pain of transformation go through his body, “I don’t know but it better be worth it, I’m getting too old for this shit” Seokjin groaned as pain shot through his veins, black, bat-like wings erupting from his back as he fell to the ground in pain, the scars on his body burning up.

          Namjoon wasn’t much better either, biting into a pillow as burning pain took over his head, his horns and fangs coming out for the occasion, it had been over a hundred years since they had last been summoned and they were bearing the pain of not transforming in all there years, Jungkook hissed as he felt his tailbone extend out of his body, piercing through his skin to form a tail.

Jimin and Tae held each other as each of their left eyes glowed bright, screaming as they changed from black to red, “I hope it isn’t an accident again or I’ll eat them alive” Jungkook groaned as he pulled himself off the ground grimacing at the pain that shot through his body.

Yoongi was the only one not in pain because he had been living in his demon form for a few years now, he didn’t have to transform.

“The spell was lost, I don’t know how someone is summoning us” he informed as Seokjin opened the portal to the mortal world, the portal would take them to where ever they were being summoned.

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 Y/n anxiously stared at the pentagram she had drawn on her cottage floor, she’d be over if this spell didn’t work. She could hear the villagers approaching, could see the glow of their torches from her window. They were climbing up the hill, coming for her life, this spell was her only way of living.

She didn't know why the villagers had turned on her so easily when she had never done anything to them. She had kept her witchcraft confined to her cottage and its surroundings, but they seemed to have found out, she would blame the church people for that, because they were at the beginning of the uprising egging the villagers on.

They had almost caught her an hour ago when she had gone down for supplies, her arms were bruised from their assault but she had managed to escape from them, but she could run anywhere except her cottage.

She couldn't run anymore, there was no where to run now, she either had to stand and fight, which she was too weak for, or she had to perish, which she was too stubborn for so she had taken to the last resort, the demon spell.

Her magic wouldn't be enough to Wipeout all the people who were marching up the hill to her cottage, they'd burn her on the stake if they caught a hold of her, it would be a death with no pride or honor.

She felt the air shift around her, the salt grains blowing here and there and the candles flickering, the wind picked up speed outside as a portal opened directly above the pentagram and a demon fell out, falling to the ground with a thud and a groan. She moved to help him up but quickly stopped as a scream came from inside the portal before six other demons fell on the first one. Chaos ensured as each of them yelled at the other to get off their wings or tails or any other body part, she loudly cleared her throat to grab their attention making seven pairs of eyes snap to her.

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"Did you summon us little girl?" Namjoon asked as he took in her condition, she was awfully malnourished, her arms bruised and frail, she was a timid little thing who he assumed wasn't much younger than Jungkook before he had been changed into a demon. The girl nodded, holding a wand in her hand, a witch, Seokjin realized before he focused on her arms, “How did you summon us little witch” he asked, he was pretty sure the spell to summon them was a 21+ spell and she barely looked 18+ to him.

           “with the spell of course although I didn’t know it would summon seven of them, I would have drawn a lager circle had i known” she mumbled making Yoongi gawk at her statement, “HOW THE FUCK DO YOU CAST A SUMMONING SPELL WITHOUT KNOWING HOW MANY DEMONS IT WOULD SUMMON?? WE COULD HAVE RIPPED YOUR THROAT OUT THE MOMENT WE SHOWED UP HERE” Hoseok barked, snapping his fangs at her.

 “I know, no need to be an arse about it” she retorted as Hoseok stared at her in disbelief, “well then why did you summon us little witch?” Taehyung intervened, “I need help,” she stated plainly. This piqued Jimin’s interest, they all were clearly thinking the same thigh judging from the look in their eyes, they were mates, he knew how they thought, “Are you sure you can pay the price for our services darling” Seokjin remarked sweeping his eyes over the mostly bare cottage. 

            This girl was clearly living alone, a cauldron with coals under it sat in one corner of the house and a winding staircase lead up to attic which he assumed was her bedroom. Clothes hung to dry near the fire place in another corner of the house, her cupboards were mostly empty other than a loaf of bread and a tin of something he couldn’t recognize. She clearly didn’t have much to give.

“What is your price?” She asked, Yoongi admired her guts, she was clearly working hard on trying to seem unafraid, although she failed miserably, at least she tried. The seven of them thought for a while when they head a loud bang on the door. The girls eyes widened in fear, “they’re here” she cursed as she cast a colloportus spell on the door, “hurry up please” she pleaded, “what’s going on? what help do you need?” Jungkook asked as Seokjin place a shield over the door blocking the people from coming in for a short while.

                “They’re hunting me and i want them gone” she revealed, the boys looked up at her, “how sure are you that we won’t rip your throat once you set us free from this circle” Yoongi asked, “I don’t have anything to lose if you kill me the moment i let you free, I don’t have much to live for anyway” she answered, “we’ll discuss the price once we’re done” Namjoon warned as she cast the aqua eructo spell, a stream of water sprouting from the tip of her wand, wiping the circle of salt away just as a window shattered, glass spilling everywhere.

               “Jimin, get her somewhere safe” Namjoon commanded his mate, the younger demon nodded dutifully before stepping forward and wrapping an arm around her waist, positioning his wings, “hold on tight” he warned as he too to the air, going out through the back door of the cottage, taking her to the roof of the cottage, “stay here while we sort that stuff out” he told her, taking off to join the others.

        They possessed the humans, making them kill each other or they’d simply burn them to a crisp, she had expected them to be strong and powerful, but not this powerful, powerful to wipe out all the people who had come to attack her. She didn’t pay much heed to the humans who ran into the forests, she didn’t care where they went as long as they didn’t come near her or her cow, Morphus, who was currently in the shed, a little away from the clearing she lived at. 

  She noticed one of the church men trying to climb the roof to get to her but she quickly jinxed him, making him fall off the roof. Half way through the battle, Yoongi called in quits because the boys could deal with it without him, he joined Y/n on the roof top, folding his wings carefully to not hurt her, “Why don’t you just move from here, go fin some other forest to live in” he asked, leaning back on his hands, looking up at the sky, “there’s no where else to go, I’ve been running for too long” she answered and with that all conversation subsided as they both watched the others fight, Yoongi noticed a few people running for the forests and jerked up to go after them only to be stopped by Y/n, “let them be,” she said and he obey’d.

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It didn’t take the demons long to finish everyone, they all gathered in her kitchen, Jin and Taehyung were hurt, but nothing big, just minor wounds according to the two demons but she insisted on tending to their injuries with a warm cloth and some potions, “this will scar” she told Jin, feeling guilty all of a sudden, “one of a million, don’t worry” he smiled as she wrapped his almost fully healed hand up.

“what is this?” Jungkook asked as he peered down the mug on Y/n’s table, “banana milk” she answered as she turned to Taehyung to wrap his wound up too, Jungkook took a sip of the milk before downing the whole mug, “do you have more?” he asked, looking like a child who wants an extra treat, she nodded, getting up to pull out a jar full of it from her cupboard, handing it to the boy, she didn’t seem the least bothered that a demon boy was drinking up all her banana milk. 

“so what is the price I have to pay? if you’ll hurry up, I have cleaning to do” she said looking at the dead bodies scattered all around her house, some even on tree branches. The boys looked at each other, “We’ll need some time to discuss” Namjoon said on behalf of them all, “you do that and I’ll clean that up” she said, grabbing her wand and leaving the house.

“So, what now?” Namjoon asked once he made sure she was far away from them, “I don’t think she can really give much, she barely has anything herself” Hoseok said, scanning the room again, “This place is nice tho, although she could use some more things in it” Seokjin admitted, looking around the peaceful cottage, it was clean, and would look beautiful if it wasn’t so bare, “it is” Namjoon admitted when Jimin’s piped up, “I don’t like the fact that she lives like this, she could die any moment and no one would notice, maybe we can come here more often” he suggested, already planning all the things he’d bring here from the underworld, Namjoon nodded, “it has been way too long since I’ve actually seen the sky, donno why mortals have to have all the good things when they die so easily” he huffed as he looked out of the window, looking down at the valley in which the village nestled.

        “I have an idea hyung, why don’t we use her place as a sort of abode, she can offer her house to us when ever we want in exchange for our services” Taehyung offered and Namjoon and Seokjin agreed, it would be nice to come to the mortal world often, “is everyone fine with that?” he asked the others, none of them rejected the idea and soon enough, Y/n was called back in.

   They explained what they wanted and she just stared at them, dumbfound, “why would you want to come here when you can live luxuriously in the demon world?” she asked, “the demon world is not all its cooked up to be” Jimin answered.

It took a little convincing (threatening) to get her to agree but she did.

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The boys were common visitors to her little cottage, each of them would show up on their own accord and timing with their own reasons, often in their human form, she had been surprised to see how much more handsome the seven of them were in their human forms and she had told them so.

             They would show up with little things that she would need around the house, sometimes unnoticeable and sometimes ridiculous, they’d bring her small fancy plates and saucers, fabrics and potion ingredients and even a new wand once before they progressed to bringing bigger things like vases and pillows and rugs despite her protesting.

Namjoon was the first to show up at her door with a book in hand to see books about the seven of them scattered on her table. They had stopped popping up directly inside the house after Y/n had yelled at them for freaking her out, “reading up on us I see” he commented as he dragged a chair to sit, “I’ll have to because i literally don’t know anything about the seven of you” she mumbled as she read on. They both read their books in silence before Y/n offered him tea which he accepted gratefully.

  Seokjin and Jungkook were the next one’s to show up because they were hungry, she served them with honey bread and maple syrup. Seokjin showed a keen interest in cooking, offering to help her out while she cooked for the three of them, since then, he’d show up during meal times to eat with her and cook with her, it became something the two of them got used to and one of the greatest things Seokjin would miss once she had passed.

   Jungkook and her bonded over banana milk, the boy couldn’t get enough of it, even taking some back to the demon realm only to come back for more the next day. They both would wander the forest in search of bananas and maple trees and make the banana milk together, he was the most frequent visitor that even Morphus had started to recognize Jungkook who would sit next to Y/n when she milked the cow every morning.

Tae and Jimin would often come together just to mess with her and to make a fool out of the villagers down in the valley. They went herb searching together in the forests. They’d pick flowers for the house and they even dug up a well for the little cottage to use.

Hoseok would also come by often just to gossip with her, telling her about all the events in the demon world, they both would talk over tea and little cakes about Namjoon’s snoring and Seokjin’s new obsession with bad jokes. On days which were not too hot or too cold they’d set up a table outside and just bask in each others company.

Yoongi was the last to visit her, and even when he did visit, he decided to take a nap only to get back up complaining about how bumpy the mattress was before vanishing off and coming back with a new mattress. They’d nap together on days Y/n didn’t have anything to do, and had been found wrapped up with each other by the other quiet often. 

They’d all come together once every few days to have lunch and dinner and to talk and play, enjoying the sun and grass and flowers before they had to go back to the demon world.   

It was funny to see the seven strongest demons be so gentle and ind to a little human girl, weaving flower crowns for her and laying their head in her lap, taking cat naps together.

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They seven boys got quiet attached to the little witch, trying to meet her as often as possible and be as gentle as possible to her. Imagine their surprise when Namjoon walked in on a sorcerer sitting on one of the chairs as Y/n made him a cup of tea. 

“A demon!” the sorcerer shrieked as Namjoon came inside the house, Y/n slowly turned around to see Namjoon standing st the door, greeting him with a smile and a kiss to his cheek, “Namjoon-ah meet my mentor, the great Sorcerer Potter” she introduced as Namjoon felt a green knot form in his chest, he was sure the rest of his mates felt it too because a portal opened not soon after, tossing the 6 other boys into the mortal world, all of them looking eerily calm, “why is he here y/n? he questioned, “he just came to visit” she explained, “then why is his smell all over you?” Jungkook demanded, grabbing her wrist to get a scent of her.

“get lost” Yoongi hissed at the sorcerer, the powerful man shrieked as he apparated to who knows where. “Y/n,” Hoseok said, taking her hands in his, “did he touch you” he asked, his voice low, she shook her head, no, no one had touched her, thank the demons, Jimin thought as he enveloped her in his arms, overpowering the sorcerer’s smell with his own. “good, don’t let anyone touch you except for us little witch” Seokjin mumbled as he placed a kiss on her forehead, she hummed in agreement as they all bundled up in her cozy cottage, now a lot more comfortable and colorful than before.

They loved her but they couldn’t have her because demons didn’t deserve happiness, it was a curse on them, they weren’t meant to love, only hate and kill because even if they loved y/n they’d inevitably end up with a part of their heart hollow because demons couldn’t love little witches because demons were immortal while witches would meet their end soon enough.

None of them laid with their little witch because it was forbidden but they did caress her, they held her close and made her feel warm and loved by each of them, they were tender and careful with her, trying to spend every moment with her and while that might seem like too much for a mortal, it was a mere few moments for immortals and they tried to carve her memory into their hearts and minds so they would never forget her despite how much time passed by.

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The eight of them spent 86 years together, Y/n passed due to illness at the ripe age of a hundred and twelve years with a smile and her seven demons surrounding her when she too her last breath.

The demons wished she’d reincarnate bu they didn’t keep much hope in that because demons wishes were never fulfilled. But they lived on with the memory of the little witch who had summoned them and had carved herself into their cold, dark hearts.

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First try, how was it? let me know!!!!

[lea-andres]

*comes up to your ask box holding out my hands like a street urchin* If you have some to spare, may I please have some Thunderline headcannons 🥺

Yeah, it's only fair after the bullshit I subjected you to tonight. 😂 Kinda chronological, but also kinda not.

-So, TB pulled Starline out of the wreckage of the stuff that collapsed on him in... *Checks the Wiki again* ...Issue 50? He was super close to death, and flatlined several times during his cybernetic surgeries, but TB resuscitated him every time using her electric abilities as a defibrillator.

-Starline couldn't see very well during all of this, between slipping in and out of consciousness constantly and one of his eyes being one of the MANY casualties (I love a good one false eye, one normal eye moment. 🥰), but he kept deliriously concluding during all of this that TB was some sort of angel or demon of death that was going to take him away from the pain.

-She didn't HAVE to do this to save his life, but at some point during his million other surgeries TB had Starline's Tool Spurs he'd built surgically attached to him, so he could have ankle spurs that were actually part of his body. (Remember, male platypi have poison spurs on their ankles, Starline doesn't, so logically that means Starline's trans!) Starline was FLOORED when he eventually discovered TB had bothered to do it at all. He developed the bad habit of crossing his ankles so the spurs would clink against each other after that.

-Both of them thoroughly enjoyed the time spent together as Starline recovered from his injuries and surgeries. In another life, they both would've eagerly quizzed each other on Eggman lore for hours. But during their diabolical planning to beat Eggman at his own game, they'd sneak glances at each other to see if the other approved of their devious ideas. Like the whole 'telling a joke and then looking at your crush to see if they laughed' thing, except it's with evil schemes. 😂

-They'd flirt with each other a lot, but they were both so convinced they were doing it just to lull the other into a false sense of security they never even questioned how quickly TB had started calling Starline a bunch of pet names (Starlight, Starshine, etc.) And Starline had started following all of his gushing praise of TB's maliciousness with "my dear".

-Starline confessed first. When it came time to try to eliminate their "partner", and they'd drawn their weapons and turned on each other, but found they were unable to actually do it, he had figured out HIS problem with killing TB first. So he shakily dropped his weapon with a nervous 'I love you.' Prompting TB to lower hers with a shocked '...Really? 🥺'. She threw her weapon aside and practically tackled the platypus to the floor after that.

-You couldn't pry the two away from each other after that. It became the norm for TB's mech suit to roll up to the party with both of them in it, TB seated in the chair with Starline in her lap. They'd taunt you together, then get majorly distracted complimenting how evil the other is. Sonic usually has to throw something at them to get their attention again.

-They had too much fun during their 'fake break up' to capture Sonic and Tails (who had thwarted their first scheme), but once they reunited it was as if they'd been separated for months! Sonic called the moment 'worse than whatever torture they were about to put us through' later.

-They got married at some point. No one outside of the two of them's exactly sure when that happened. They kidnapped someone who was ordained to marry people and eloped quickly, LOL Not even their kidnappee knows exactly when it happened. They kept a bag over his head when they weren't chloroforming him, so he had NO IDEA how long they'd even had him until they dumped him back on the street he'd been nabbed from in the first place.

[ruewrites]

May I suggest a oneshot of the fantastic three (Dia, Luci, and Barbs) hanging out together but instead of being all StRIcKTlY PrOFeSSioNaL it turns out that they're just absolute idiots together? I know that isn't super specific but I just really love the idea of those three doing dumb stuff as friends and enjoying themselves. Also I think the excuses they'd have to make to avoid getting caught would be hysterical.

(Also mostly platonic if that's alright with you, if I'm breakingany rules feel free to ignore)

All Play, No Work

AO3

Ships: None

Word Count: 1043

 Warnings: None

A/N: I hope you liked this! I had a fun time doing it, sorry it took me so long! And don’t worry, you didn’t break any rules! Thank you for being so kind!

“Excellent shot my Lord,” Barbatos smiled as the small piece of paper flew between his fingers.

Diavolo was grinning from ear to ear as he started to make another one out of a piece of notepaper. Truthfully, Lucifer wasn’t sure why he thought they’d get any work done. Perhaps he believed that his efforts combined with that of Barbatos would help keep Diavolo on task,  and that all three of them would be able to have a productive time. However, Lucifer was quickly realizing that this wouldn’t be the case.

“Maybe you could move the goal a little to the right Barbatos? That way I can really test my aim,” Diavolo said. He closed one of his eyes and started lining up the paper triangle for his shot. Barbatos nodded and moved his fingers ever so slightly to the right.

Lucifer sighed and put down his pen, watching as the folded piece of paper flew towards the goal. It was short, just like his patience.

The firstborn closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose, “Lord Diavolo, perhaps this little activity of yours would be best saved for later? After you have finished your work?” It wasn’t a question despite being phrased as such. Diavolo wasn’t one of his brothers, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t chastise him like one of them. 

Diavolo laughed and went back to folding yet another paper triangle, “You should really learn to relax a bit. This could count as work you know, the humans taught me how to play. I find it rather entertaining and a great way to learn about them.”

The triangle hit Lucifer square on the nose, making him scrunch up. He swore he heard Barbatos snort, but there wasn’t a way to prove it. He made a mental note to hunt down both Solomon and the other human after his work was completed.  Picking up the little paper triangle, he raised it until he was at eye level with it. It didn’t unfold easily. Honestly, humans were such odd creatures amused by the simplest of things. It astounded him sometimes, the things their own human had been drawn too. Lucifer wondered if he’d ever understand any or it, or if it would simply remain a mystery to him forever. His brothers also often became enamoured by human things often, and Lucifer tried to understand, he really did, but the meaning escaped him frequently. 

Yet it didn’t make sense for such to be the case, because on the surface it was all so…

Simple. 

Diavolo’s smile started to falter so slightly as he watched Lucifer stare at the little paper triangle. “Come now Lucifer,” he huffed, “Paperwork will always be here! Humans come up with such fascinating little games to entertain themselves with! Surely playing one or two couldn’t hurt, besides we may miss one if we’re late on experiencing another-”

He was cut short as the paper hit his chest and then landed on his desk. 

“Ah, so I suppose I haven’t lost my aim,” Lucifer chuckled, “One game, then we get back to work.”

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With some begging and pestering, one round quickly became two, and then three, and then another game entirely. Lucifer would tell anyone who asked that he’d been annoyed and that he wanted to do nothing more than to get back to his work, but in reality he was having a rather fun time. He didn’t even remember when they broke the demonus out, he just knew that he had a refilled glass in his hand as he was being dragged along in Diavolo’s fun. He wasn’t drunk per say, only the slightest bit tipsy. 

Currently, a little red balloon was being passed from one demon to the other.

“The last time Solomon wanted to cook with me, I gave him clay and told him it was dough, when he discovered my rouse, I apologized and said I made a mistake and that he could help next time,” Barbatos sighed, using his tail to smack the balloon towards Lucifer.

“But of course you didn’t mean that.” 

“Oh heavens no. I wouldn’t willingly let him into my kitchen, not even if he twisted our pact in order to get his way.”

“Don’t you think you’re being a little harsh? He does have a passion for it,” Diavolo’s brow furrowed as he pushed the balloon back.

“My Lord, with all due respect-”

Lucifer cut in, “His monstrosities could take out all three realms with little trouble. I’m not exaggerating.”

Diavolo caught the balloon and walked closer to Lucifer, “While that may be true, it wouldn’t hurt you to be a little kinder to the exchange students no?” 

Before Lucifer could question anything, Diavolo furiously runned the balloon onto his head, leaving the firstborn looking rather bewildered. This time Barbatos didn’t snort. A laugh escaped him before he managed to cover his mouth. It took a while for Lucifer to even notice that Diavolo no longer had the balloon in his hands. 

“Oh Lucifer! Look at you! You know you just look so adorable like that!” Diavolo’s boisterous laughter filled the room.

“I do say, I have to agree with you young Master.”

Lucifer closed his eyes for a moment before reaching up between his horns. Oh this. This was a thing human children did to amuse themselves right?  It shouldn’t surprise him that It amused Diavolo too, many things amused him. 

Before Lucifer could even utter his next words, the door opened. 

“Hey Lucifer? You here? I was wondering if I could… borrow… some…”

Mammon and Lucifer locked eyes for a moment. Raven black hair a mess, small paper triangles all over the floor, and a mountain of paperwork surrounding them. The air between the two brothers was tense, and neither one dared to move a muscle.

Mammon’s eyes wandered up to the balloon sitting atop his brother's head before slowly lifting his phone.

Click.

There was only a brief pause before Mammon took off down the hallway, Lucifer hot on his heels yelling all sorts of obscene threats towards his cackling brother. 

“Ah, well that was nice while it lasted,” Diavolo sighed, “You did get a picture of him though, didn’t you Barbatos?”

“Of course my Lord.”

“Excellent.”

[lizardywizard]

I mean, for me... it started when I was a really young child. I didn't like being called human, or looking in the mirror, or having my photo taken. When my mother asked me what toys I wanted, I wanted toy cars or plush animals, never dolls or humanoid toys like GI Joes. I didn't want to be a girl or grow up to have big breasts like my mother said I would (and it later turned out I was trans), but I also didn't want to have this weird soft eggshell-coloured skin, I didn't want to sweat, I didn't want to have body hair. I felt like my face was too flat and my teeth were all wrong.

As I got a little older (7 or 8 I guess), I got heavily into dinosaurs, like a lot of kids do at that age. But when I looked at a lot of paleoart, it looked so wrong to me. Like these creatures didn't look healthy, they looked unpleasantly thin (I later learned this is called "shrinkwrapped" art by modern paleoartists, as it's drawn like the skin is clinging to the bones with no underlying fat or muscle) and all wrongly proportioned. I'd look at dinosaur and reptile toys and want them, but also find myself mentally judging them by how "right" they looked.

I didn't like dragon art much at the time either, because it had the same problems. They looked lile they were drawn to be terrifying monsters and not normal animals. I wasn't sure why I had this strong idea of what was "right" or "wrong" about them, until I looked at real reptiles and was like... whoa, they're cute! Not like people draw them at all!

Meanwhile, I read mostly nonfiction because I found stories about human life uninteresting. To be clear, I didn't think human life itself was boring: I was fascinated with human history and how people did things like make cheese or paint lines on the road to keep cattle from crossing. But when stories told things from the perspective of humans, assuming all the stuff they did and felt was default and normal, it bothered me in a place I couldn't quite scratch. Especially when humans would get turned into other creatures, and they'd bemoan it and beg to be turned back to human... I wanted anything but. On the other hand, I was obsessed with Watership Down, and would always try and get the neighbour kids to play at being "rabbits" with me, instead of "house" or whatever. I didn't want to wear fancy clothes or have human children in a human house. I wanted to run through the wild, drink from the river, live in a den. I wanted to be immune to the snow and cold. I often walked barefoot.

I was about 11 when I first got into videogames. This was the 90s, so Sonic and other "mascot animal" games were all the rage. I honestly preferred the gameplay of Mario, but I wanted to *be* Sonic, or Tails. I started drawing exclusively anthro animals, and made up a self-insert character who was a dinosaur-dragon hybrid. I made my first fake tail out of felt and glue.

The feelings only got stronger as I got older. In college, I discovered Jennifer Reitz's website about being transgender, and the feelings I had were... strange. Like it clicked, but at the same time something was so achingly missing. I identified with this person gushing about how right it felt to be in a female body, and I knew I wanted to transition, but I knew in my heart that the kind of transition I could get, from female-looking human to male-looking human, was orthogonal to what I wanted. What I wanted wasn't possible. What I wanted would get me laughed out of any "reputable" community. What I wanted was to be scaled, and to have a snout and a tail and a spine that bent so I could walk on all fours without staring at the ground.

I'm 38, and I still think about it daily. I still make masks and tails and I still wish I could run on all fours. I still don't feel human.

What made all of that happen? What made me feel and act that way? I don't know. It's there from my earliest memories, like not wanting to wear dresses or have long blonde hair or be called by my birth name. I just know it's there, and if I could press The Button that turned me into a big, ideally male lizard, I'd do it in a heartbeat.

Okay, I swear I am not into anything that involves dressing up as an animal or mythical creature, but the whole otherkin community is so interesting. I don’t identify as anything other than a human being, however I am so fucking curious about this community. I kinda want to know what makes people feel and act the way they do. I honestly feel no judgement because they aren’t hurting anyone, and seem for the most part just kinda confused but it’s hard for me not to find this not strange and a bit off. I am super uneducated on all this so please don’t get offended I am just speaking my mind and genuinely mean so harm…. I am just curious