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shingekicornwrites · 4 years

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Agricultural Werewolves, pt 1

Fandom/Tags: Hero Academia, alternate universe/werewolves, mentions of past bullying, Counseling, Bakugou Katsuki Faces Consequences, modern fantasy, unreliable narrator, Katsuki is kind of an asshole please don’t take his commentary as my opinion or truth

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki/Anger Management Counseling, future Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, future Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto

A/N: This is just a fun au full of wholesome farming, but also boys dealing with issues and a whole lot of unhealthy coping mechanisms and attempts to heal. Please enjoy

Not all farmers are werewolves, but many werewolves are farmers. For some reason this fact makes no sense to people who don’t know werewolves. For everyone else it makes perfect sense.

Werewolves have to eat a lot.

As in: the number one drain of money in werewolf houses is filling the cabinets enough to keep all members of the family healthy. Creatures who change shape with regularity, who shift their bodies and have immense strength that burns calories faster than they can blink, have to maintain an intake that allows them to function without their bodies resorting to eating itself. Even werewolves who don’t change all that often, either out of preference or a lack of opportunity, have to eat more than their human peers or suffer symptoms of starvation.

Hence: werewolves are farmers.

It is infinitely easier to exist outside of poverty when werewolves, congregated into their own communities, make the food themselves instead of buying it all at the nearest grocer. They raise and cut the meats themselves. They grow the appropriate fruits and vegetables that balance their diets. They sell the portions according to their needs as opposed to human needs. It only makes sense that they do things this way.

They control the food market. They have space to run to their hearts content without worrying about bothering human neighbors. They make the rules for their communities with the standards they need, instead of standards written by people who don’t understand how they function. Government approved wolf reserves more often become farmland than anything else.

Werewolves are farmers, and statistically they’re more likely to be happy that way.

This statistic does not account for Bakugou Katsuki.

At the moment, he is the furthest thing from happy.

“This place smells like shit.”

Normally he’d be cuffed upside the head for that. Instead his mom just looks at him, with that fucking pity in her eyes that hasn’t left in days, and frowns. Katsuki pointedly doesn’t look back and continues staring out the window at the trees and dust being kicked up by the tires.

“That’s the chicken houses. It is pretty rancid,” she says. Acting like she’s not on her way to get rid of her mess and wash her hands of it. “Ah, there’s the gates. Kind of nostalgic.”

The gate marking the Kiyashi Wolf Reserve is flanked by stone wolves howling at the sky in unison. Their car passes them by with no fanfare and Katsuki growls at the town beyond.

It’s as unimpressive as he thought it’d be. A town in the middle of Fuckoff Nowhere, with nothing to its name and a bunch of people who will die there the same nobodies they were born as. All it has to show are a bunch of old ass buildings for tourists and a stupid shrine. Their car slows down once they pass the gates and Katsuki gets a good, long look at the shitty little storefronts lining the main street. His mom makes some weird noise when she sees them and starts yammering again.

“Oh, I’ve missed this.” She eases up on the gas as the traffic increases, slowing down to turn her head and look at a restaurant that’s filling the car with some kind of greasy meat smell. “That place over there makes the best dango. And there’s this cartilage karaage that’s so delicious—they pile the plate high, too. I forgot how much I missed getting the big portions. City eating just doesn’t give you enough.”

Katsuki huffs, glaring at a group of bumpkin kids who stare at their car as they walk past. “S’at why you left? Got cankles?”

Once again, no cuffing comes. Not even a growl. His mom just frowns with that fucking look again and doesn’t do anything.

“Better business in the bigger towns. Oh my, that store is still there? God, I used to go there every week to blow my paychecks. It looks even nicer than when I left it.”

They pass the shitty little boutique and she smiles at it, taking a left when the main road ends and humming at all the ancient scenery. There’s more old as shit buildings, more little shops and restaurants—more kids staring at their nice car and whispering to each other, which is just fucking great. There’s signs for the local shrine next to fox statues lining the side of the road and Katsuki makes a face at each one as they pass. This whole town looks like it hasn’t had a pulse in decades.

“Do you remember the Midoriyas, hon?” his mom asks as she takes another turn. “They left when you were small, around first grade.”

He thinks back and the memories come to the surface easily. Kindergarten had been spent running around followed by lackeys, catching bugs, making a mess of the local playground, and...huh, right. A face pops back into his mind. Freckles and curls, big green eyes, crying all the goddamn time because he had no spine and didn’t get that he wasn’t wanted around.

“Deku?” the name pops up before he can think too hard about it. Deku. The little snot who yelled too much and probably still wet the bed when he moved away. Useless little Deku.

“That’s not his name,” the hag nags him, jogging him out of the trip through memory lane.

Katsuki scoffs. “It’s what he was.”

“Katsuki,” she starts, finally seeming a little more like herself before she sighs and buries it deep. “Izuku and his mother moved here when they left. Inko’s offered to take you in while you’re here.”

So he’s gonna be under the care of the family with the worlds biggest crybaby? “Great.”

“It is great. You know her, a little. You and Izuku could catch up. Plus, Inko has a little business now. This old ryokan got turned into the local youth hostel, and it’s all under her name now since the old owner retired. It sounds very relaxing. Isn’t that nice?” His mom smiles, like this is actually good news, and it’s disgusting.

“I’m gonna die of boredom,” Katsuki mutters. He looks back out the window and there’s old people with baskets of vegetables just walking next to the road like they want to be hit by a car. Christ this place sucks.

“Don’t say that. This town has a ton of stuff to keep you occupied. You can run around to your hearts content and nothing’ll stop you.”

He lets his head rest against the glass and hopes the vibrations from the shitty road will concuss him. “Wheeee.”

“You’ll like it,” His mom promises. She’d also promised he’d be a winner, and here she is ripping him away from his top school of choice. So he thinks she can take that promise and fucking shove it.

The road gets tinier and the car slows down, with his mom squinting at each building as they pass and muttering under her breath. There are more old people with vegetables and stupid hick kids running around. The car slows to a stop at a break in whatever pathetic excuse for a sidewalk this town has lining its roads, shutting off as the hag smiles at the old ass building next to them.

“There it is,” she breathes.

It looks as shitty as he thought it would. Old, traditional, with weathered wood one good termite away from crumbling and an ancient sign trying to pass for new with a fresh coat of paint slapped on. Small for a ryokan, too, which is probably why it got sold off. There are planters surrounding the front entrance filled with flowers, where a pudgy little figure is hunched over and pulling weeds.

The hag doesn’t hesitate to unbuckle and climb out, shouting over the top of the car. “Inko!”

The pudgy woman turns around and drops the clippers in her hand. Katsuki doesn’t move to get out. He remembers her face. He remembers her taller, presenting snacks and endless bandages for her crybaby son. He remembers seeing her less and less before she was gone altogether. The short, heavy woman he’s looking at how doesn’t resemble her at all. She’s in dirty jeans and flannel, with a handkerchief tied around her head to keep her hair back and rubber boots caked in mud tracking mess all over the walkway.

Damn, Auntie let herself go.

“Mitsuki?” Inko asks, before throwing herself forward to give his mom a running hug. “Oh my—I thought you weren’t due until later!”

“Traffic was a lot lighter than I thought it’d be.” His mom laughs, as if it’s just a stupid social visit and not her dumping her goddamn kid to cover up a mess. “Look at you! You’re radiant! Kiyashi must be treating you well.”

Katsuki resists the urge to double take. His mother is a shit liar.

Inko just smiles. “It’s all the hiking. I had no idea how much fresh air makes you feel better.”

“Oh, I know. I felt like I couldn’t breathe after I left, city air is disgusting.” His mom makes a face. “How are you and the kids doing?”

“Wonderful. Izuku’s out working right now.”

“No foolin? Feels like yesterday he was learning to walk.”

“They grow up so fast.” Inko finally looks over and spots Katsuki slouched in his seat. “Is that Katsuki?”

He growls. She doesn’t even look phased.

“Yep,” his mother nods, then for the first time since this trip started she raises her voice. “Oi! Get out of the car and be sociable!”

He bares his teeth—fuck her, fuck this trip, fuck this stupid hick town—but opens the door. He makes sure to slam it shut. Just because he can. And he wants everyone to know he thinks this whole thing is a pile of shit. Especially the hag, who just glares at him but refuses to yell, even though he knows she wants to.

She always wants to. She always does. This stupid fucking pity game is going to drive him insane, why the hell does she think shutting up is gonna work?

“You’ve gotten so big,” Inko fawns, looking up at him with a big smile. “I bet you barely remember me, huh?”

“He does,” his mother deadpans. There’s a silent threat while Inko isn’t looking to at least greet her, but he responds to that with a sneer that just makes her shake her head. Instead of yelling, once again, she turns her focus to Inko. “Thank you again for this.”

“Oh, it’s no issue at all. The hostel doesn’t just exist for tourism,” Inko deflects. Katsuki looks at the hostel with another critical eye and snorts. Of course it isn’t for tourism. The whole place looks like shit. Tourists who pay for this must be idiots. “Katsuki, dear, I have a room set up for you. It has your name on it so you can go ahead and start loading your things in if you want.”

Finally, an excuse to get out of this. He yanks the car door open and grabs for his first few bags, eager to get away from sight for a few minutes. The women just keep blabbering on about nothing like he’s not even there.

“How’s the boarder?” his mom asks as Katsuki hauls his duffel bag out.

“Oh, he’s doing well. He’s at the shrine now.”

“That’s two working boys, then—“

It’s nothing to load two bags over his shoulders and get away. Leave the biddies to their gossip, he thinks. It’s the only thing they’re good for.

The inside of the hostel is...less shitty. Huh. Maybe that’s how it stayed in business. Katsuki kicks off his shoes and puts on the slippers set out with a scowl, surveying what’s visible past the entryway. The floors are polished wood, the insides done up so that everything looks bright and new. There’s a lounge right next to the entrance that’s been done up to be more teen friendly—a gaming console and a TV, a little fridge with a clear door filled with drinks, and a few bean bag chairs—he bypasses it with a huff and makes his way toward the rooms.

There’s a courtyard. The doors are open, letting him get a good look at the tree and flowers planted to look all pretty. He doesn’t see any people, though.

He passes rooms with no name on them. Empty, empty, empty—how the hell does Auntie keep this place in business? At first it’s nothing. Then it starts getting annoying.

Empty, empty, empty.

Empty.

Motherfucker.

He circles the place twice and can’t find anything. No sign. No name. Just empty rooms in a shitty hostel in a shitty hick town and his own shitty breathing because why the hell has he had to carry the bags for this long?

The next time he finds his way back to the lounge he yells in frustration, kicking a chair. He’s about to ditch the bags and run through the place when he turns just a little too quickly and his duffel bag hits someone in the shoulder.

Katsuki bares his teeth before he can think about it. “Oi! Watch it!”

The stranger stumbles back. It’s some hick kid, in a dirty t-shirt and ratty baseball hat. His arms—thicker than expected for someone shorter than Katsuki is, with a fucked up hand that looks like it’s made of scar tissue—are carrying a wooden box filled to the brim with vegetables and paper wrapped packages that smell like blood and raw meat.

“Sorry about that—“ the stranger steadies himself, hefting the box up and stepping back. He’s too busy making sure nothing from the box is falling to even look at the guy he’s apologizing too, the asshole. “Are you lost?”

“No!” Katsuki barks.

“Well, it’s alright if you are, I just—“ the stranger meets Katsuki’s eyes and his own widen. “...wait.”

Katsuki bristles. Then something starts to churn, in his head. The stranger has big green eyes.

Big green eyes, and freckles. Familiar patterns speckled all over his face. Wild curls are attempting to escape out from under the hat, pasted to his forehead from sweat. If the hat wasn’t on it would be the same wild mass of uncontrollable coils that he remembers.

The last time he saw that face was years ago, out the back of a car as it drove away.

“Kacchan?” Deku asks, bigger and thicker and smelling like wolf in a way he definitely didn’t in first grade.

What the fuck?

#My Hero Academia #Boku No Hero Academia #Bakugou Katsuki #Midoriya Izuku #Hero Academia fic #skell writes #agricultural werewolves au

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white-throated-packrat · 6 years

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Werewolf and Puppy AU -- Notes

Just some world-building notes for the Werewolf AU.

Werewolf [healthy family version]

The vast majority of werewolves have inherited their werewolfism, and are raised in happy, close-knit families that tend to live in small rural towns, where if everyone isn’t a wolf, everyone is at least first cousins with one. A werewolf raised in this setting is sensible, in control of themselves even during a full-moon (ie won’t be chasing the neighbor’s chickens or sheep), and generally a happy, family-orientated individual. Werewolves are incredibly family orientated, and will happily adopt every friend of their children as part of the ‘pack’ and sometimes just outright adopt lost children.

Children who don’t turn out to be werewolves are still members of the families, though rather like a tone-deaf person in a family of singers, they might feel out of place and out of step. Some of them leave, but many go to get an education, come back, and become necessary parts of the local society by becoming doctors, teachers, any profession that might need a university education that wouldn’t mesh well with being fur for several days each month (though really determined young wolves go to higher education on a regular basis, it’s just awkward, and occasionally nerve-wracking).

There are also were-people who don’t turn into wolves. Coyotes are fairly common, while coati, jaguars, dogs, ocelots, javelinas, and even owls are known. Atypical weres are sometimes teased about it, but the ones with smaller forms travel more easily in the regular world, so are welcomed. Jaguars are generally aloof sorts to start with, and get along fine, though they need even more room to their lonesome than the typical wolf pack.

Werewolf [bitten, but okay]

Some wolves become wolves through a bite, though that’s much more rare nowadays; it’s a hard disease to catch, like leprosy (many people are immune, but a lot more just don’t survive the initial fever). Most people who survive the bite don’t take well to sprouting fur three or four days a month, and bitten wolves are generally in poor control of themselves. If they’re lucky, they meet more experienced wolves -- or people born wolves -- and have a mentor to help them get used to their new life. Psychiatric problems are more common in bitten wolves, because it’s a hell of a life change. They’re usually not a danger to people, unless they were already of that bent, but they’re likely to raid their neighbor’s chickens without considering the consequences.

Werewolf [bitten, Immortals]

The actual monstrous werewolves -- the ones that don’t age, can shrug off multiple gunshots, and kill a lot of innocent humans. This strain of werewolfism freezes a person at the age they were when they were bit, gives them ridiculous healing abilities, is highly infectious and usually fatal, and has pronounced physical symptoms (unibrow, hairy ears, unnatural eye colors, noticeable eyeshine, non-human hair color (brindle, silver-tipped, etc), fangs, index and middle finger the same length, etc). It also comes with some unusual abilities, which may include the ability to smell lies, to charm animals, control *other* werewolves’ transformations, ability to transform outside of the full moon, etc.

The drawback is that almost all of the Immortals eventually go crazy, usually sometime before their 10th decade as a wolf, usually violently so. Healthy werewolf families will kill a crazed Immortal just so that the Immortal doesn’t draw attention to the families. Sometimes it’s a race between the sane werewolves and werewolf-hunters to track down an Immortal and kill them; the sane werewolves are hampered by the fact that they don’t want to draw too much attention to themselves, and the hunters are hampered because they generally didn’t know anything about the Immortal before that werewolf started killing people. At least when werewolves kill Immortals, they know what they’re doing and make it a fast decapitation; hunters usually don’t, and make it horrific.

They’re also infectious even to other werewolves, so there is a weird set of purity codes that werewolves follow when interacting with Immortals -- separate dishes, strict handwashing, pregnant and new mothers keeping distance -- that looks very much like shunning and cruelty from the outside. Immortals who have acculturated (or ones who were born wolves before they were infected with Immortality) obey the rules, and the ones for interacting with regular humans (no violence unless defending the pack); Immortals who aren’t part of the werewolf community don’t, and get judged for it.

And when a werewolf pack, or a clan made of several packs, judges you’ll be a danger to them, it’s not long before they are a danger to you.

Werewolf [subculture]

Most werewolves live in rural, agricultural communities, with livestock ranching being a popular occupation -- it’s an excuse to live on a large amount of land far away from people; ideal for werewolves, who really like to have some isolated land to go camping on and howl at the moon.

Healthy werewolf families function as families and extended clan networks. Exogamy is encouraged, and bitten, sane werewolves are adopted and married in as often as they can be convinced to.

Immortals are both valued (they’re nigh indestructible killing machines; extremely useful against hunters) and marginalized (they’re nigh indestructible killing machines, and they will eventually go crazy). There will only be 2 or 3 Immortals in any community. They’re welcome in everyone’s home as a guest, but never adopted or married in, and if they wind up marrying each other, they’re going to be pressured not to have kids. Most Immortals wind up with a nickname/byname as it’s considered bad luck to be on a first name basis with someone you might have to execute for the good of the community someday.

Every werewolf community has a Tomb of the Immortals were the remains of slain Immortals are kept -- an ossuary. It’s part communal mourning space and part honoring people who were marginalized in life but performed a valuable service to the community. The skulls are prominently displayed with their nickname, name, and years of service painted on them -- skulls, because Immortals are almost always killed by decapitation, and the head usually reverts to human even if the body doesn’t.

[note: once Miguel gets enrolled in school in the werewolf town, some of his classmates play a mean prank on him that involves him getting locked in the local Tomb.]

Characters --Santa Cecilia The Riveras (shoemakers by day, werewolf hunters by appointment)

Imelda Rivera -- family mariarch, widow, who got both sides of the family business started after her husband was killed by a marauding werewolf in 1942.

Coco Rivera -- Imelda’s eldesr daughter, Miguel’s grandmother

Victoria Rivera -- Coco’s daughter, unmarried

Enrique Rivera -- Coco’s son, married, Miguel’s father

Luisa Rivera -- Enrique’s wife, currently pregnant

Miguel Rivera -- our were-puppy

Elena Rivera -- Imelda’s younger daughter, Miguel’s great-aunt; born posthumous to her father’s death

Berto Rivera -- Elena’s son, married

Carmen Rivera -- Berto’s wife

Abel, Rosa, Manny, Benny --- their kids (Miguel’s second cousins)

Gloria Rivera -- Elena’s daughter, unmarried

San Luis de (something or other) -- Werewolf community Miguel winds up at (mostly LoD character from canon, some OCs)

‘Regular’ Werewolves

Tia Chelo --

Cece --

Gustavo -

Chicharron -- grumpy old coot, but has a van and is part of the group Miguel first encounters when he runs away. (Immortal? Maybe?)

Nice Family (OCs -- needs name) -- the family that keep trying to take Miguel in, but he’d rather stay with the ditzy Immortal who might be vague and not quite sure what year it is (and way more fond of chapulines than Miguel is!) but smells like family.

Immortals

La Retratista -- Frida Kahlo, (can smell lies), as long as she has paint and art, she’s content. paints most of the portraits that have wind up on ofrendas. She and Hector are close friends, both being old Immortals. Deeply respected in town.

El Cuervo Viejo-- Hector Rivera, (can charm animals, control other’s transformations); has a lot more guitars than any one person needs, including a dead ringer for the famous white guitar that was stolen from movie star and musician Ernesto de la Cruz in 1963. Plays music beautifully, sings like a crow because of how he was bitten (legs, disemboweled, then throat -- horrific scars that he covers with shirt, long trousers, and a neckerchief -- Ernesto legitimately thought he was dead). Is becoming vague, which is often the first step to turning ‘rabid’.

La Lechuza -- Lucia Guzman (OC), (can charm humans) born a wolf, was infected with Immortality by someone who should have known better and may have had slipping judgement due to oncoming dementia -- he was executed, Lucia was sent to a different community; it feels a lot like exile to her, but even she doesn’t want her siblings to have to decide to kill her someday

#coco the movie #coco au #werewolf au #coco pixar #worldbuilding #miguel rivera #hector rivera #imelda rivera #frida kahlo #a cat and a dog got married #they did not live happily ever after

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wnnbdarklord · 6 years

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Dear Worldbuilding Exchange 2018 creator!

Hi! This is my first year participating and I am excite!

AO3 username: wnnbdarklord

Worldbuilding Exchange 2018 Letter:

General Likes

Art Likes

Do Not Wants

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Request #1 - worldbuilding Asgard and/or Jotunheim

Request #2 - worldbuilding Sokovia Accords, Wakanda, Stark Industries

Middle Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien

Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency

Star Trek the Next Generation

General Likes:

Polyamory, gen, het, slash, femslash, families of choice, competence, BAMF female characters, angst, hurt/comfort, teamfic, pretty much all the tropes especially if there is a twist, worldbuilding, humor, redemption, for want of a nail AUs, time travel, werewolves, dragons, crossovers, non fantasy/SF canons encountering the supernatural/aliens, fix it fics

For worldbuilding specific stuff: I think I'd be happy with pretty much any deeper exploration of canon or implications of canon. Building on throwaway references is also great as is considering logical endpoints that might not even have been intended by the creators. Or exploring something the creators never even mentioned but that has to exist for that world to be at all functional (like agriculture and trade in fantasy worlds as something rarely mentioned or explored in depth). Or unintended applications of technology and/or magic that exist in canon. Or exploring how history would change with the presence of certain canonical elements.

Feel free to combine or mix up the prompts! The character choices are mostly there just as preferences or ones I think would fit with the worldbuilding prompts. Since the focus of this exchange is on the worldbuilding, I'd be perfectly happy to get something that doesn't focus on any of the characters or even original characters.

All of my requests are open for either fic, art or in universe meta. I love fics that blur the lines with meta.

Art Likes:

I’m pretty sure I’d love any art! I love sketchy styles with maybe just a splash of color to draw the eye. Black and white images with only one color to highlight Important Things is A+. That said, any art in any style would be amazing! As for subject matter, I’d love to see any scenes from the prompts or stuff from my likes.

Do Not Wants:

The ones bolded are the most important to leave out, but here is an expanded list:

permanent character death, incest, rape, dubcon, torture porn, underage stuff, infidelity, humiliation, character bashing, ship bashing, no powers AUs, love triangles, fake married/dating, power imbalances in relationships, hate sex, scat/watersports, necrophilia, PWP, abuse, fusions, zombies, 1st person POV, issue fic, themes of cynicism and futility, nihilism that isn't of the optimistic kind, animal abuse, unrequested ships, slavery, genderswap of the always an x kind, unrequested AUs , jealousy

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Request #1 - worldbuilding Asgard and/or Jotunheim

Loki (MCU) || Thor (MCU) || Hela (MCU) || Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (MCU) || Original Character(s) (MCU) || Any or No Characters (MCU)

WB: Jotunheim (MCU)

Ever since the first Thor movie, I've wanted more about Jotunheim. Anything! What is their culture like? Society? Geography? Politics? Flora and fauna? Gender? Medicine? Education? Trade? It'd be really cool if there was something dealing with the differences pre and post war with Asgard.

Why did they try to colonize Midgard? Given the revelations about Asgard in Ragnarok, were the Jotnar even trying to turn the Earth into Jotunheim's image, or was that just propaganda by Odin and the possibly innocuous presence of Jotnar on Midgard a convenient excuse for more war? Was their attempt one of desperation?

How are their relations with the other Realms? Do they still have any trade with them after the war? What does Jotunheim think about the events of the Thor movie? Are they even aware who it was that tried to destroy them? What were the consequences of the Bifrost attack? Severe planetwide or just local?

For art: I'd love to see a map of Jotunheim or plant or animal studies. Or maybe something detailing Jotnar clothing. Or architecture. Or what their language and alphabet looks like.

For in universe meta/fic: Excerpts from books or videos from various scholars on all the Realms. This could be really interesting, especially as a way to see how the Jotnar view themselves vs others, especially with Asgardian propaganda (and racism in their tendency to refer to any species but their own in derogatory terms). Or maybe something detailing what Thor and Loki would have learned through their education, skewed as it likely was. There had to be some reason they were both so convinced Jotnar were monsters.

WB: Aesir and/or Jotnar biology (MCU)

I love me some alien biology worldbuilding! They're clearly more hardy than humans, stronger and longer lived, but what are the other differences? Why does Odin disintegrate into sparkles upon death, but not other Aesir? Are there developmental differences between Aesir and Jotnar? Is one more long lived than the other? Hardier? What about nutritional requirements? Are they allergic to any foods the other is not? Do Jotnar have hair? Horns?

Any reproductive differences? Aesir seem to align to human norms fairly well (and what if they don't?), but do Jotnar have more complicated arrangements? What is their sense of smell, taste and vision like? In the myths, Jotnar were shapeshifters and so is Loki in the MCU. Is this a species wide thing or just more common on Jotunheim? How do their instincts differ

How do Aesir and Jotnar powers work? Why do Odin, Hela, Heimdall and Thor have powers, but the rest of the population doesn't seem to? How does the freezing touch of Jotnar work? Is it constant or just a defense mechanism? How cold can they get to shatter leather and metal made by Asgardians? Can all of them produce ice?

For fic: I'd love something where Loki is forced to confront his Jotun form long term. Perhaps Odin's spell on him fails when Asgard is destroyed and he'll have to deal with whatever differences there are.

For art: Anatomical studies and/or comparisons would be amazing! I'd be especially delighted with anything highlighting the differences.

WB: Asgard and its history (MCU) || WB: Relations Between Asgard and the Other Realms (MCU) || WB: Politics of Asgard (MCU)

All of these seem thematically related, so I'm lumping them together. Feel free to focus on whichever you want or combine as you please!

Ragnarok really made me hanker for more info about Asgard's past and its relationship with the other Realms. How did Odin and Hela go about their conquests? The murals depict Asgard being built by slaves. Where did the slaves come from? What happened to them?

Neither Thor or Loki are aware of Asgard's true history. What were they taught instead? Was that just Odin being Odin and keeping secrets, or was there some magic or technology behind Asgard's collective amnesia? Or just fear of the king?

How were Asgard's relations to the other Realms affected by its bloody history? Do the other Realms remember it? How were they affected by it? Have they recovered? Has Asgard purposefully and actively kept them lower, despite all its words of peace later? What was the relationship like after Loki-as-Odin pulled Asgard away from actively policing the other Realms?

How has Asgard itself been affected by these revelations? Its destruction? Do the people start a revolution on the ship? Is there a reason they're so passive throughout Hela's reappearance? They didn't seem shocked or particularly resentful of Loki usurping Odin's place either.

For fic: I'd love something where the Asgardian refugees have to contend with going from the top of the pile to the bottom. How would the other Realms treat them?

For art: I'd love to see more of the murals! What other secrets has Odin been keeping? How prevalent are they? I'd love a before and after like in the movie, but for other events.

WB: Relationship between magic and science (MCU)

Thor says they're one and the same on Asgard. Is that true elsewhere? I mean, there seem to be quite a few differences functionally. How does magic work and how is it different from science? Is everything on Asgard just technology so advanced it basically works like magic? If not and magic is actually a thing, how does it work? Can anyone do it with enough study? Does there have to be a natural aptitude for it beforehand? Or are there degrees of separation where anyone can do magic with certain artifacts and rituals, but only naturally born magic users can use it without those interfaces? Is shapeshifting magic, a natural ability or technology?

For fic: I'd love something dealing with Loki learning magic, or even Thor trying to learn it! They both seem fairly comfortable with advanced technology, but Asgard itself doesn't seem to have any visible tech. How does that work on Asgard?

Request #2 - worldbuilding Sokovia Accords, Wakanda, Stark Industries

Tony Stark (MCU) || Pepper Potts (MCU) || James "Rhodey" Rhodes (MCU) || T'Challa (MCU) || Original Character(s) (MCU)

These requests might not be as detailed as the Asgardian stuff above, but don't take it to mean I'm less enthusiastic for them! I just found it easier to come up with prompts there. I'm sure I'll be happy with whatever you come up with!

WB: Stark Industries (MCU)

Stark Industries sounds like it should be a huge corporation! With all the advanced tech in the MCU in general, what wonders does SI create that make the MCU just that bit different from our Earth? How did the company restructure after Tony returned from Afghanistan? With SI's focus on clean energy, is climate change less of a big deal in the MCU?

What's the legal differentiation between SI and Iron Man and the Avengers? Especially after the Sokovia Accords? What about Tony's work for SHIELD before it went under? What's the public's perception of SI after everything? What does the day to day running of SI look like? Perhaps a perspective from the average worker that has to deal with the fallout of their boss being a superhero/involved with a superhero?

How did the internal shakeup of SI go after Obadiah Stane and his double dealing? After SHIELD fell, how many of its agents sought refuge with SI? Is Hill still there after the Civil War? What did SI get up to after the events of the Avengers? Did they get access from the government to the Chitauri tech?

For art: I'd love something schematic-y for one of their products or maybe pamphlets or something from their public relations department. Or magazine and newspaper articles on SI or Tony, Pepper or Rhodey.

WB: Sokovia Accords (MCU) || WB: Public Relations and superheroes/related agencies (MCU)

I'm Team Tony, so I don't really want anything dealing directly with Steve and his team, but I also don't want any character bashing. I just really don't understand Steve's perspective. Ross is definitely an asshole who used the Sokovia Accords as an opportunity to push his agenda, but the concept itself did not originate from him. And he isn't capable of single handedly forcing 117 countries to agree to them. I don't think the UN works like that.

I also don't think the script writers know what the UN works like either? So, give me the Sokovia Accords with more of a focus on the legal and diplomatic realities rather than the dramatic tension necessary in a movie! They had to have been in the works for years at the very least, how did none of the Avengers know about them? Or did they and it just wasn't mentioned in the movie? How many times were they amended? How will they be amended? How do they work in practice? They certainly weren't ratified during the bombing because of the bombing, so why did the movie proceed as though they were in full force?

What does superhero PR look like in the MCU? Before the Accords? After?

WB: Wakanda increasing its international openness (MCU)

I don't have anything in particular in mind for this, I just saw the tag and my brain went !!! How and why does Wakanda decide to stop its isolationist policies? How does it affect them? How does it affect the rest of the world?

Middle Earth - J.R.R. Tolkien

Boromir (Middle Earth - Tolkien) || Faramir (Middle Earth - Tolkien) || Original Character(s) (Middle Earth - Tolkien) || Original Gondorian Scholar (Middle Earth - Tolkien) || Gandalf | Mithrandir (Middle Earth - Tolkien)

WB: Libraries & Archives (Middle Earth - Tolkien)

WB: Southern Middle Earth (Middle Earth - Tolkien)

WB: cultural differences between races (Middle Earth - Tolkien)

WB: trade in Gondor (Middle Earth - Tolkien)

WB: education in Middle Earth (Middle Earth - Tolkien)

WB: afterlife for non elven races (Middle Earth - Tolkien) /

WB: Mythology and Religion (Middle Earth - Tolkien)

I've been a Tolkien fan since I was 11, but haven't recently reread the books. I tend to float in and out of the fandom, but it is always near and dear to my heart. I don't really have detailed prompts for these, because it feels like they're pretty descriptive on their own.

I'd be most interested seeing something dealing with Gondor or Men in general throughout Middle-earth. In universe texts, stories, and songs dealing with aspects of the prompts would be great! Especially considering a lot of the mythology is presented to us as fact (despite the layers of 'it's just a translation' conceit) rather than from the perspective of the people themselves. The readers know what happens to Men when they die, but do the Men themselves know? Sure, there's accounts from the Elves and what the Valar and Maiar told them, but I doubt all of them are aware of it. Or if they had been at one point, how did that change after lack of contact?

Middle-earth is a big place, but we only really know a lot about one small part of it. What do the people we're familiar with think about the places we've never seen? Is there any contact at all? Are those places filled with familiar Races or is there more variety? Did they ever visit? What did they bring, if so? What did they leave with?

Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency

Ken (Dirk Gently TV 2016) || Farah Black (Dirk Gently TV 2016) || Dirk Gently (Dirk Gently TV 2016) || Bart Curlish (Dirk Gently TV 2016) || Original Character(s) (Dirk Gently TV 2016)

WB: how the Blackwing subjects' powers work (Dirk Gently TV 2016) || WB: Cosmology (Dirk Gently TV 2016) || WB: Blackwing (Dirk Gently TV 2016)

Gosh, I just love this series so much! I want to know more about everything in it, but managed to limit myself to these :D

How does the universe work in DGHDA? In the second season it's implied that it's broken and that the Blackwing subjects are effectively the debugging programs of the universe. How does that work? How did Blackwing find them? Did they ever make a mistake? Are there more out there? What are they doing? How does the universe decide which people to chose? We also get to see the universe's backstage. Why do people's eyes go different in that place? Why were Amanda's and Todd's fairly normal, but Friedkin's were red? What does the glowy stuff mean?

There are a number of holistic identities and the way they work seems to be very varied. Francis Cardenas' power was very overt and amazingly powerful. Bart is basically unstoppable and Mona can turn into literally anything. Dirk's power, by contrast, is fairly low-key and unobtrusive. Has he fully realized his potential?

How did Blackwing come into existence? How long have they been operational? How were they so unsuccessful in determining their subjects' powers enough to lose almost all of their funding? Was it the recapturing of the subjects that made the universe broken? Anything dealing with Blackwing and their subjects during their captivity there would be great! Like, how did the logistics of keeping Ken in a taxi for 70 days even work? Things like that :D

Star Trek the Next Generation

Data (ST:TNG) || Jean-Luc Picard (ST:TNG) || Deanna Troi (ST:TNG) || Original Character(s) (ST:TNG) || Any or No Characters (ST:TNG) || Geordi La Forge (ST:TNG)

In most fandoms, I'm fine with a grimer, darker take, but for Star Trek I like it to encapsulate the ideals it was created with - namely, that we might not be perfect, but we can achieve so much if we're willing to try and strive to be better. Which isn't to say that life has to be perfect, but I'd like it to be hopeful. Cynicism need not apply.

WB: Warp Engines (ST: TNG)

There was a recent article about warp drive possibly not being such an impossibility anymore! The technical details would probably be beyond me, but I would love an explanation of Star Trek's warp engines combined with the real life science one! Give me all the pseudo technobabble!

WB: interspecies relationships (ST:TNG)

How common are they? How common is offspring? Genetic manipulation is forbidden in the Federation, but do people use it anyway to have children they otherwise might not be able to, legally or otherwise?

There's loads of culture clash between people from different countries from the same planet, how much more is there between two different species? Or does that make it easier in some ways?

WB: fashion and clothing (ST:TNG)

Honestly, this prompt was entirely and completely inspired by this tumblr post: http://cookiesforthedarkside.tumblr.com/post/169324738115/mosellegreen-justanothercarbonunit in which Gene Roddenberry has a problem with zippers. And buttons. By the time TNG rolled around, there were clothes with visible seams and such, but it was left ambiguous whether they were actually zippers. So, what does clothing without buttons or fasteners of any kind look like? How does it work? What material is it made out of? Is the lack of zippers and buttons the reason for some of the more...let's say eclectic looks?

WB: media reporting (ST:TNG)

Starfleet gets up to so many shenanigans, it's ridiculous. And we know reporters and journalists still exist! So, what do they report on? Is there a 24 hour news channel somewhere? Is there a gossip rag Picard secretly reads that absolutely butchers the Enterprise's mission reports? Are there dramatic readings of them in Ten Forward?

Are there a billion different channels of subspace radio that broadcasts all the local minutia of whatever system the Enterprise is currently in? Do they play it on the bridge?

I just feel like it'd be an interesting perspective on the little details of the Star Trek verse that have to be there, but we never really see. Go wild!

WB: AI rights and personhood (ST:TNG)

We know Data paved the way for AI rights in the ST verse. What ripples have his efforts caused? We know it's not just limited to him or other androids and robots - it seems like everytime we turn around, another hologram gains sentience. With the amount of holograms in use by the Federation, it could become a problem very quickly.

Do more androids eventually get built? Do the star ships themselves gain sentience? How would the Federation navigate these issues?

WB: Utopian Earth (ST:TNG)

It probably isn't a true Utopia, because those seem impossible and designed to fail, but I'd like to think it's pretty close. How does life for the average citizen of Earth look like? What do they do in a post-scarcity society? What do people not in Starfleet do? How do they live?

#worldbuilding exchange 2018 #worldbuilding

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shingekicornwrites · 4 years

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Agricultural Werewolves, pt 2

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki/Anger Management Counseling, future Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, future Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto

pt 1

It’s not that Izuku doesn’t remember Kacchan. He does. He remembers Kacchan really well, because Kacchan was his first friend and was super cool and everything he did was so much better than anything Izuku ever did no matter how hard he tried. It’s hard to forget someone like that. Especially since when he first moved, he talked about Kacchan all the time.

It’s just. He hasn’t so much as seen Kacchan since first grade. No letters. No texts after he finally got his own phone. He knows his mom still talks to Auntie, because Auntie was the one that told them about Kiyashi and got them in contact with the people here, got them their first home set up before Mom was given the hostel, but Kacchan has been…well, a non-entity in all the years since they packed up and left the city behind. He may as well have not existed outside faint memories.

He’s not even sure how to talk to him now.

Kacchan grew up pretty well. He’s bigger, still taller than Izuku is by a few inches. He still screams every word like no one will hear him otherwise. He’s still strong, and he’s got some muscle packed into his arms that shows he’s put in some serious work to stay in shape. Mom also told him some stuff, like how Kacchan has been at the top of his class for years and got accepted into a really nice school. Which matches up to all the memories just fine, Kacchan is still just as amazing as he was when they were little…

It only takes a few days for Izuku to kind of...want to wring his neck.

Like really bad.

Really bad.

“Kacchan, can you check on the chickens?” Izuku asks one morning, only a few days after Kacchan’s arrival. School doesn’t start until Monday and he’s spending most of his spare days at work with Gran, getting extra money. The return to after school hours is always a hit to his paycheck and he’s trying to savor every spare yen he can.

“No,” Kacchan replies. He stays seated at the table, nursing a cup of coffee and scowling.

Izuku sighs. That’s been the response he’s gotten every morning. He hasn’t told Mom yet, because she’s already so busy getting ready for the heavier tourist season and he doesn’t want to be some kid tattling, but Kacchan isn’t a customer so he really needs to help around the house. “Kacchan—“

“Stop calling me that, Deku.” Katsuki growls. “I’m not your errand boy and I’m not touching your chicken shit-covered eggs!”

He growls even more than Izuku remembers him doing.

When they were little, it meant it was time to bare his neck and stop talking. He remembers that much. He still has the urge to do it, to cower and make him stand down, but it’s...less than it was, before. It’s not a command. He doesn’t flinch like he used to.

If anything, there’s a flare of something in the back of his head telling him to growl back that he has to forcibly tamp down. That’s not normal for him.

“Okay then, no breakfast,” a new voice chimes in, right before Kacchan’s coffee vanishes out of his hand.

“Hitoshi, don’t—“ Izuku tries.

It’s too late. The coffee cup reappears across the room, in the hands of the other permanent boarder. Hitoshi comes into focus like smoke before he drains the cup all at once, which really is impressive since Izuku knows Kacchan takes his coffee blacker than tar, and slams it back down on the table with a wry grin.

“No. If he doesn’t do his chores he doesn’t get to eat,” Hitoshi taunts, before spinning to head for the back door. “I’ll get the eggs, and he can suck my dick if he wants an omelet.”

Izuku blanches. “Hitoshi!”

“Oi, you wanna die!?” Kacchan screams, knocking his chair over when he shoots up to possibly vault the table. Izuku hopes he isn’t going to. The table is an antique, he’s not sure it can take the strain.

“No, I want lazy assholes to do their share, “ Hitoshi sing-songs as he escapes the kitchen to the safety of the chicken houses out back. They can hear the clucking as the hens notice he’s coming.

Any day now the peace will break and they’ll fight. Izuku knows Hitoshi too well to think he’ll give up. He wishes he’d stop, but no matter how many times he tries to tell his kind-of-brother that Kacchan’s just rough around the edges and needs time to get used to things the more Hitoshi has to push his buttons.

Maybe he’d let it go if he wasn’t worried Kacchan would bring the hostel down on top of them just to get Hitoshi’s neck in his jaws.

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He’s filling grocery delivery boxes when he breaks. He has to ask somebody.

“Did you have trouble getting along with Yagi, after he grew up?”

Gran doesn’t move, when Izuku asks him this. He remains behind the counter of the store, perched on his stool and flipping through a booklet of tractor parts to fill out some customer’s mail order. He barely gives a signal that he heard Izuku at all. The only hint that he’s about to get an answer is Gran carefully putting his finger down on a row of information before his eyes grow unfocused from the page.

“What’s this about?” Gran asks, in a tone of voice that anyone else might think means he barely cares. Izuku knows different. Gran cares a lot.

He’s just also kind of a dick about caring, so he makes sure no one can tell he does. That’s why he works Izuku to the bone every shift instead of admitting he’s the old man’s favorite employee. The crotchety bastard barely lets anyone work at his general store but Izuku’s been allowed to drive his truck for two years now. That in itself is a miracle.

“Um. We have a new long term boarder. He’s my old friend—have I told you about Kacchan?” Izuku pauses while throwing carrots into one of the boxes.

“Not me, but you told Toshi plenty.” Gran rolls his wrist, motioning for him to get on with it. “I’ve heard some secondhand bits.”

“Right. Uh,” Izuku flushes and gets back to filling. “He’s staying with us now. It...it’s been kind of bad? I don’t know how to talk to him. He just yells at me.”

It’s an understatement, because Kacchan can barely even stay in the same room as him. It hurts, because Izuku has been trying to be as nonthreatening as he can be to make him feel comfortable, but Kacchan just tells him to get the fuck out every time Mom isn’t around.

“Why’s he here?” Gran asks.

Izuku blinks. “Uh…”

Gran heaves a sigh and reaches for the tea he’s left cooling near the register. “Well he’s gotta be here for a reason, boy.”

He knows that. Kacchan has made it clear he doesn’t want to be there, so it’s not really his choice. His mom hasn’t talked much about it but she seems stressed; she’s had a pinched look when she hears Kacchan’s screaming. She’s been making phone calls to the therapist, too...it all comes together to form a picture, but he can’t be certain of what it is without asking questions he’s pretty sure no one wants him to ask.

“I’m not sure,” Izuku admits slowly. “It’s not my place to pry. Mom said it’s pretty serious, and he had to turn down a really nice school to come here, and he’s been so angry that I can’t even really ask—“

“That so?” Gran interrupts. His tone has shifted. He’s serious, now. He watches Izuku like a hawk from the counter and it takes a lot not to hunch his shoulders in shame as he nods.

“...is he growling a lot? Baring his teeth?” Gran asks.

Kacchan growls more than he speaks. He always makes sure his teeth are showing so that Izuku shuts up, so that Izuku leaves, so that he’s left alone to scream and kick things.

“...yeah. Every day,” he admits.

Gran rolls that over in his head, wiping his face with one hand and looking so much older than he already is.

“Shit,” he sighs. “Sounds like he’s a bite risk.”

Izuku’s hand twitches, at that. The scar tissue aches with an old memory he’s mostly forgotten.

“He can’t be,” Izuku mutters, more to himself than to Gran. “He’s always been so in control.”

Kacchan was the first wolf he ever knew. Kacchan taught him so much; how to eat, how to smell, how to deal with the weird way his brain had started to work; he owes a lot to Kacchan’s help when they were little. Kacchan had always had such perfect control of himself. Not like the mess Izuku was. Kacchan never made his family have to move.

Kacchan never had to uproot all their lives so that he could function. If anything, it proved Kacchan was a better wolf as a kid than Izuku was at fifteen.

“You and I both know that isn’t all there is to it.” Gran cuts off his thoughts, bringing him forcibly back to the present. Izuku rubs at his hand and frowns, anxiety bubbling in his stomach.

“It’s just—he already learned once, right?” he tries. “He should know better. He knows what happens. He knows how serious it is. He saw what happened to me, so—”

Gran silences him with a glare. “You can’t speak for him, kid.”

Izuku’s mouth snaps shut, and he slouches. He knows that. He can’t put words in anyone’s mouth.

He just...he really doesn’t want Kacchan to be a bite risk. That’s the kind of thing he could go to jail for. That’s not the kind of person Kacchan is.

Gran watches him, losing some of the sternness in his face, and beckons him forward. Izuku comes with only a mild hesitation toward the cane hanging from the countertop. Gran makes sure their eyes are level and he’s got all of Izuku’s attention before he speaks again, low and serious.

“Toshinori and I had some issues, but that’s because our personalities aren’t that great to each other. At the root of it, he’s afraid of me and I see him as a little snot and not a grown man. But we manage because at the very least, we respect each other,” Gran explains with a patience Izuku hasn’t seen in years. Not since he was a lot younger and deathly afraid of the man. “You’ve got a little snot of your own who’s gotta learn to respect other people. That’s not something you can fix.”

“I—I know he can do better, though—“ Izuku tries, an old admiration at the tip of his tongue that he wishes he could make people understand.

“Maybe he can. But it ain’t your job to get him there. Just stand your ground and don’t let him bulldoze you.”

Izuku breaks and looks at his feet. He doesn’t think he can do nothing. He can’t stand the thought of doing nothing.

“He was my friend. I want to help.”

Gran pats his shoulder with a gentleness that doesn’t match him at all, becoming the anchor keeping Izuku tethered to the present.

“Kid, if you really wanna help him then do exactly what I said. He’s not gonna get any better until he’s told ‘no’.”

Maybe so.

But Izuku, somewhere deep inside, is afraid to be the one who has to tell him.

#My Hero Academia #Boku No Hero Academia #Izuku Midoriya #Katsuki Bakugou #Hero Academia fic #skell writes #agricultural werewolves au

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white-throated-packrat · 6 years

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Werewolf and Puppy AU

Building and branching off the Were-Xolo AU of @beckytailweaver

Miguel grows up in a family that is shoemakers… and occasionally werewolf hunters, when a werewolf appears and starts killing things, people in the know come to the Zapateria de Rivera to request something other than boots.

When 12-year-old Miguel’s secret guitar is discovered, it’s bad; his family tells him he’s wasting his time on frivolity, instead of important things, like killing werewolves.

When 12-year-old Miguel transforms in a werewolf (all right, a were-xolo, but still!) one night, it’s beyond bad.

He runs away, as far as his shoe-shine money will take him, with no plan and no real hope. He’s 12, and he’s suddenly terrified of his own family. Luckily for him, he winds up (have to research this for suitable locations, somewhere in northern Mexico?) in a city where people from smaller, more agricultural towns do their big-ticket spending. AKA, a family of ranching werewolves stumbles across Miguel as he tries to busk and shoe-shine to keep himself together.

Miguel is willing to play with the kids, but gets edgy when the Nice Family mom comes over and tries to get him to come with her; Nice Family has already figured out that Miguel’s a lost baby werewolf. It’s not until one of the farmhands with them comes over and says in a croaking voice, “Come on, lobito; this is no life for you.” that things change. Miguel wouldn’t even go with him, except when he looks up at the man, he sees … yellowish eyes, blackened nails, silver-tipped hair, hairy ears, a crooked smile showing fangs -- all signs of a werewolf. The man might as well be wearing a badge saying “Hello, I’m a werewolf!”

Nice Family mom and dad are relieved when the lost boy comes with them; El Cuervo Viejo can charm anyone, it seems. They’re not so happy when it turns out the boy has bonded with the old Immortal (over music, of course!) and wants to stay with him, instead of with them. But when El Cuervo Viejo puts his foot down and says the boy can stay with him if he wants to, it’s a matter for Las Madrinas.

Cue the next day, where Miguel suddenly has to make his case why he should stay with the farmhand instead of Nice Family to a group of old ladies -- it’s like explaining himself to his grandmother and great-grandmother, except a dozen times over.

Miguel does get to stay with El Cuervo -- who he decides to call Tío Héctor, once he asks the man his name (it’s weird, Tío Héctor had to think for a moment when Miguel asked him what his name was, because really, no one is named ‘The Old Crow’, that’s ridiculous) -- but he is immediately enrolled in school and all the other boring things that he didn’t think he’d have to do now that he’s a werewolf (and kind of missed). And he’s getting music lessons from Tío Héctor, who plays music like he was born to do it (but his voice is ruined) and who has the most amazing collection of guitars, including a replica of the famous white skull one that was stolen from renowned musician and actor (and Rivera family friend) Ernesto de la Cruz in the 1960s...

His first full-moon with the werewolf community is a bit embarrassing -- everyone giggles at him being a were-xolo, except Tío Héctor, who keeps picking up by his scruff and fussing that he’ll get cold -- but at least he’s found people who don’t think he’s a hideous monster. He misses his family and yet he’s afraid of them finding him. Especially since he’s living with all these Nice Werewolves who aren’t hideous monsters; he doesn’t think his family would understand, and would just see them as werewolves.

Over the course of a few months, Miguel acculturates, learns to be a were-xolo, and what happy, healthy werewolf families are like. He misses his family, but he’s growing and healthy, and will never have to be scared of himself during the full-moon.

But somehow the Riveras do find out where Miguel is … maybe one of the non-werewolves in town posted a photo to social media with Miguel in the background? Maybe there was some other way they find out where Miguel is… but they do show up, and they want their boy back… and they want the werewolf that stole him as well.

Immortals die to protect their communities, usually in fights with werewolf hunters or wolves gone crazy, or by their friends’ hands if they go crazy themselves. If offering up El Cuervo to these werewolf hunters and letting them think he’s the only wolf in town will save everyone else… well, Las Madrinas have made hard decisions before…

Possibly there will be some dickery involving a very old Ernesto de la Cruz, who didn’t actually murder Héctor this time round, if “tripping your best friend so that a werewolf kills him and not you” counts as “not murder”, or in this case “attempted murder”; there’s definitely some awfulness with great-grandmother Imelda realizing that her beloved husband that she thought was killed by a werewolf 60 years ago wasn’t killed, but infected.

#coco the movie #coco au #werewolf au #coco pixar #plot bunnies #miguel rivera #hector rivera #my spanish is picture book level #sorry about that #more tears #for everyone

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