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Pets in Mahoutokoro
Worldwide, cats are the creatures most commonly associated with magic or the supernatural. And they were also in Japanese culture because of its many of their characteristics. Examples include bakeneko, maneki-neko and nekomata.
Raccoon Dogs are considered as forest spirit that has the ability to shape shift to fool people. Depending on the legends and regions, it was considered benevolent or hostile, but the truth is that they're more of an unclever and humorous prankster and trickster.
Foxes also are associated with shape shifting. They're closely associated with the Shinto god Inari, and serve as its messengers. The difference with the raccoon dogs is that foxes are associated with sharper intelligence and either a dignified or malicious intent behind its usual trickery, even though they're portrayed as faithful guardians, friends, and lovers.
Crows, often depicted as a clever and mischievous trickster figure in Japanese folklore, known for its intelligence and ability to outsmart humans and other animals, are also considered one of the messengers of the gods with it's ability to communicate with the gods and act as intermediaries between humans and the divine. It is associated with Raijin, the god of thunder and lightning.
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Washlet supremacy
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MCL guys in Eldarya
Nathaniel
Race: Dark Elf
Since Dark Elves has a bad reputation, I imagine Nathaniel hiding his true nature, disguising as a “normal” elf with magic, and at certain point “something” happens where his true form is revealed, at first giving conflict, but after the acceptance of the guard (or de mc), he’ll become comfortable being in his own skin showing his real personality (just like in MCL)
Guard: Shadow
Companion: Perceed
Lysander
Race: Faelinne (Church grim)
Church grim is a guardian spirit in English and Scandinavian folklore that oversees the welfare of a particular Christian church, and protects the churchyard from those who would profane and commit sacrilege against it. It often appears as a black dog but So, taking inspiration from Ruth (from Mahoutsukai no Yome) and would make Lysander capable of taking the form of a dog. Since is a Faelienne, Lysander and Leigh were born in the human world, and when they reached the age, Lysander decided to "go back" to Eldarya, while Leigh chose to stay in the human world.
Guard: Absynthe
Companion: Fabibi
Armin & Alexy
Race: Fenghuang
First, I need confirmation, but all the feng people are phoenix? I understood that only the one that has the title would be the phoenix; but then, the rest of the people are like humans? Anyways, I imagine these two not being phoenixes, but able to partially take the forms of birds (like harpies).
Guard: Shadow
Companion: Lapy (since this companion is inspired by a magpie and this bird has a reputation as a thief, I think it would suit because of the the twins naughty nature)
Drake
Race: Of course, a merman (same type as Alajea and Coalaia)
Guard: Obsidian
Companion: Piscxolot (imagine Drake trying to handle this creature)
Kentin
Race: Lares
Guardian deities in ancient Roman religion categorized as household gods, but some had much broader domains. To make a parallelism with MCL, I imagine him first with a youthful appearance, and then change to a more masculine look.
Guard: Obsidian
Companion: Heariver
Jade
Race: Incubus
Incubus are demons in male form that seeks to have sexual intercourse with sleeping women; I imagine Jade as an incubus who doesn't really like to have sex but actually seeks an emotional bond with someone. But since his look (eyes?) has an aphrodisiac effect on females, he usually hides alone in the garden.
Guard: Absynthe
Companion: Hanajoo
Castiel
Race: Benandati Werewolf
The Benandati were members of an agrarian Christian cult that fought against witches and any satanic forces between s.XVI and s.XVII, but the legends says that they were actually benevolent werewolves, and were associated as "Lord's Hounds", characterized by their honor, chivalrous and modesty. Imagine Castiel having Lysander as hunting pet/companion lmao
Guard: Obsidian
Companion: Gallytrot or Skanis (or both?)
Dajan
Race: Impundulu (Lightning Bird)
Mythological bird from Pondo, Zulu, and Xhosa folklore that can summon lightning and storms and can masquerade as a human, but usually it's a huge black and white bird of prey, and it’s widely feared as a witch's familiar. It will sound really otaku but hear me out: What if his fighting style when he’s in his human form, is just like Minato’s :D
Guard: Obsidian
Companion: Warrifang (The impundulu is sometimes spotted riding on the back of a hyena, because witches can turn themselves into a hyena) or Crokataur
Some day I’ll draw them :’)
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Gardienne trying to Closet Cosplay 23 - Layla (GI)
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Underwear
Maid Of Phoenix Teddy
Eyes
Vampire Eyes
Hair
Murgelt
Socks
Moon Warrior Stockings
Orchid Dancer Stockings
Yeti's Hunter Thigh Garniture
Shoes
Shooting Star Shoes
Bottoms
Starry Witch Shorts
Pinpipou Caretaker Shorts
Mischievous Easter Skirt
Hand Accessories
Myre’s Saint List
Secret Ingredient Bracelets
Orchid Dancer Sleeves
Tops
Graceful Fencer Brassiere
Coats
Astral Prophet Veil
Veiled Claws Cape
Gloves
Queen Of The North Gloves
Necklaces
Beckett's Fun Necklace
Hats
Shiny Lady Tiara
Cute Leprechaun Hat
Face Accessories
Sweet Mourne Bags Under Eyes
Belts
Astral Prophet Belt
Gift Bringer Belt
Atmospheres
Plushie Dreams Starry Snow
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Gardienne trying to Closet Cosplay 22 - Meeshell Mermaid (Ever After High)
Items (22) 👇
Underwear
Festive Pilgrim Lingerie
Tattoo
Night Feelings Tattoo
Mouth
Calm
Eyes
Almond Heterochromia
Hair
Nayeli
Shoes
Pearl Ballet Flats
Bottoms
Salty Queen Skirt
Hand Accessories
Orchid Dancer Bracelets
Arm Bracelets
Swimming In Gold Nail Polish
Tops
Fairy Top
Radiant Skies Top
Diva Kitsune Bustier
Shadow's Mistress Top
Gloves
Bloody Countess Gloves
Necklaces
Maid Of Phoenix Necklace
Warrior's Maid Necklace
Hats
Flowery Headband
Sweetheart Headband
Face Accessories
Strange Monocle
Shadow's Mistress Earrings
Love Goddess Makeup
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For the "Midnight" prompt for @avatar-wtf-weekend, in which we return to the AU where Zhao gets sucked out of the Fog of Lost Souls by sheer luck and forms an unlikely alliance with the new Avatar.
Playing it a little fast and loose with the event rules, as these two have always toed the line of philia and storge in my interpretations, more so than anything deeply romantic, but I'll let the mods decide whether to disqualify the submission.
The first few weeks after his abrupt release from the Fog, Zhao stays entirely within the confines of Air Temple Island, and for much of that he barely even leaves his room in the south dormitory. Tenzin and a host of White Lotus members attend him – vacillating between the need to reassure and reorientate him, or restrain him from acts of violence against himself or anyone else. Eventually he stabilizes enough to be incorporated into the island’s schedule of daily duties and meditations, and with that comes the new challenge of navigating Republic City.
The buildings are crowded to the point of discomfort for him, and though the Caldera of his past was no minor settlement, it pales in comparison to the sleepless haven of industry and innovation in which he finds himself. The noise and contraptions and newness of it all, the bewildering mixture of nations, is enough that on his first excursion he seizes in the middle of the street and must be coaxed through several breaths before he trusts the strength of his legs to continue.
Trips into the city are complicated by the attention he draws. Journalists and scholars and the relatives of all who may have crossed paths with him coalesce into a many-limbed howling monster, ravenous for his recollections, his penance. For a harrowing week after word spreads of his survival, Air Temple Island falls under siege. Courtesy of his newfound and utterly unwanted celebrity.
Beyond the obnoxious tenacity of the press and the threat that he will be made to stand trial as one of the Fire Nation’s last living relics of the Hundred Year War, part of what Zhao finds so overwhelming is the lack of control over his own narrative. He was quite accustomed to the chokehold that his nation held over the distribution – and fabrication – of truth, and that included the telling of his own tale. Worse yet, the revelation of his identity compounds the already insatiable hunger for word of the new Avatar.
The whole debacle comes to a head when a particularly determined newsie slips past the White Lotus attendants, falls through a window, and interrupts the airbender family and their unlikely guests during dinner. The flash from the young man’s camera, the sound of tearing paper, the clatter of upended dishware all come together in Zhao’s still-addled brain as a threat, and were it not for Pema’s gentle-yet-unyielding utterance of “Enough, Zhao,” he may well have killed the poor reporter.
Discrete dispatches are made, the steely-haired chief of police neutralizes any charges by reminding the reporter of just how many crimes he committed that night, and though all are rattled by the experience, they are able to resume normalcy within a few days.
For his less easily discounted wrongs, a court-martial is narrowly avoided. As part of his reparations in lieu of a proper trial Zhao agrees to make several appearances at Ba Sing Se University come winter.
The snow won’t fly for another two months, however, and so he must find ways to keep himself busy – and by extension, sane – in the meantime.
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Korra has plenty of experience sneaking about. Being more-or-less raised under constant supervision has a way of bringing that out in a kid, she supposes. And, having three elements at her disposal has also made her really good at causing distractions. Sometimes whether she means to or not.
Tonight is not a time for diversions, however. She merely has to make it from her room in the west wing, out through the gardens and pavilion, and down towards the shore where a small raft waits to be taken across the bay. That she must do all of this almost silently, and without being seen by any acolytes or White Lotus members is hardly a deterrent.
It’s been almost three weeks since she last had anything that resembled Water Tribe food, and much as she loves Pema’s cooking, she misses meat.
Fortunately, she happens to know of a certain street-vendor who keeps very late hours.
Carefully, Korra slinks out her bedroom window and lands several feet below, the noise softened to little more than a rustle by her thick mukluks. She stays crouched for several heartbeats, listening for any sign of having been seen, and then creeps her way along the edge of the building. When an opening in the White Lotus patrol appears, she sprints for the forested garden, propelling herself with little pulses of earthbending in each step.
The path down to the shore is thick with shadow, and Korra is filled with the thrill of another escape, too keen on the singing strength of her muscles and swiftness to discern the vaguely human shape ahead until she plows headlong into it.
The shape is unexpectedly warm and solid, and the force of Korra’s impact sends both her and it down into the dirt and leaf litter.
“What in the blistering hells – ”
Korra raises a hand to her throbbing head, trusting her ears only slightly more than her eyes as her vision clears.
“...Zhao?”
The affirmative – and pissed – grunt that follows is all the confirmation she needs.
“Shitshitshit – please don’t tell anyone!”
She should have known better. Despite it all, Zhao has maintained a ruthless tendency to wrestle any situation to his benefit. The air between them thickens with tension. When Zhao speaks, his voice is predatory and pleased.
“And what, exactly, am I not to be telling, Avatar?”
Korra throws a handful of dirt and leaves at him and scrambles for the shore.
She can see the outline of her raft, can hear the lapping of water against the sand when the older man collides with her waist in a surprisingly agile tackle.
A part of Korra is outraged. It’s the principle of the thing – doesn’t he know who she is?! – and with that comes the more complicated question of whether he remembers who she was. The threat he once posed to Aang might be enough to trigger her Avatar State, and yet here he is, grappling with her like a common brawler in the damp sand.
He is not gentle.
He knows her title and he does not care. Has never cared.
Korra’s not sure she can explain how the rough handling and resulting mouthful of sand feel like a greater sign of respect than all the mincing and awed reverence she has experienced.
It doesn’t stop her from wrapping her legs around him and – with a little help from her earthbending – pinning him beneath her. But still, as she draws in ragged, burning breaths and stares at him in the dusky gloom, Korra thinks it might be the first time they’ve really seen each other.
“And what were you doing out so late, Admiral Grumpy?”
Victory has a way of making her cocky.
Zhao scowls up at her, jerking irritably against his sandy restraints. Korra preens in her conquest and nestles more comfortably where she sits upon his stomach.
“Aww, don’t be a sore loser. C’mon. You tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.”
“… fine. But get off of me, first.”
Korra offers an exaggeratedly reluctant sigh.
“If I have to, I guess. On account of you being so ancient.”
She cackles at the thin jet of flame he spits at her, rearing back and releasing him in one fluid motion.
Freed from her weight, Zhao gets to his feet and begins brushing off the coating of sand he has accumulated.
“I’m tired of vegetables,” he admits, not looking at Korra, “thought I might get some proper Fire Nation food.”
Korra cannot help the laugh that she barks out.
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When they return from their illicit journey to Republic City, it is well-passed midnight, and Korra's heart is as full as her belly. Much as she is happy to be free from the compound in the South Pole, she still misses her parents, and eating her culture's food is one way to ease that ache.
She can only imagine that Zhao feels similarly.
"Promise not to tell?" she asks as they hide her raft. Zhao snorts.
"I won't if you don't. Wouldn't want to give Pema the wrong idea about her cooking."
"Yeah, fair enough."
Just before they go their separate, sneaking ways back to their rooms, Korra holds out her hand.
"Same time next week?"
Zhao's teeth are sharp and straight in the moonlight when he grins.
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Hisuian Growlithe reminds me a bit of a dog I had when I was little :’)
my art is also on twitter & instagram
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hello I bought my first drawing tablet (the cheapest, of course) and made my first attempt in a free program
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If other atla & tlok characters had bear dog hybrids
From top left to bottom right:
Asami: Panda x Cocker Spaniel
Bolin: chow chow x brown bear
Aang: Aussie x Amercian black bear
Kuruk: Poodle x Polar bear
Sokka: Husky x Grizzly
Katara: Panda x Dalmation
Mai: Spectacled bear x Borzoi
Azula: Short-faced bear x Neapolitan mastiff
Zuko: Asian black bear x Shiba Inu
Toph: brown bear x Boxer
Ikki: Sloth bear x Papillon
Cabbage Merchant: Sun bear x Bull terrier
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i’ve never seen your face
while dancing in the dark
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