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bigassmoth · 7 months

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He doesn't know how to respond to you sometimes (astarion x isekaied!reader) 2nd person pov

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"So...what do I look like?" He attempts to remain stoic but his eyes are earnestly scanning your face.

"Oh! I have a piece of a broken mirror somewhere in my bag if you want me to get it." You actually start to turn away to retrieve the discarded treasure before Astarion tugs you back by your shirt. Perhaps out of instinct from the many times your battle-experienced teammates have pulled you back from harm, you follow his tug and plop into his arms to look up at him quizzically.

"No, no. I can't tell if you are exercising your inconceivable sarcasm or are being genuine but either way- cease." Astarion briefly appreciates the warmth of your back against his chest before righting and spinning you around to face him. "Tell me what I look like."

You stare at him with a slowly growing smirk. Astarion can't help but tap his heel into the ground and cross his arms, aware of his mistake. His eyes rolling to the sky he leans forward and hisses.

"Puh-leeze."

You hum and break out into a bright smile, half-enjoying his progress in manners and half-enjoying his misery in indulging you.

"Well you look very adorable." Astarion begins to sputter (surely you meant worthy of adoration, right?) but you continue with your observations, "You have white hair, red eyes that I think some people think are just dark brown. Or that you are an albino. Honestly I don't know how other people don't clock you as a vampire."

He sighs, this is a conversation you've had before.

"By this point my dear you have seen far stranger. And I am a vampire spawn- there's a big difference."

You shrug, Astarion is beginning to suspect that your persistent misunderstanding of fundamental racial differences and cultural schisms is just a front for your unwillingness to conform to standard beliefs.

"Red eyes, claws, fangs, pointy ears. It's all there is what I'm saying."

"Pah-Pointy ears!?" Astarion rubs his temple in exasperation. "No, no. I'm not doing this with you right now. I'm ignoring your ignorance."

He sighs and claps his hands in front of him, looking at you with a slight sneer.

"You mean to tell me, that what I look like. Is just white, with red eyes, and pointy ears. You can't just call me beautiful and we can be done with it?"

"Oh I don't know if 'beautiful' is how I would describe you."

"Do you want to die?" Normally he would have a more severe reaction but at this point you had already exhausted him. Not that he wanted some rando-human from gods know where to think of him as the most beautiful creature they had ever seen.

"Nah it's just when I look at you I think about how cute you are. And I don't know why you are hung up on your ears, I love your ears." You reach up and cup his face, tilting his head to the side to admire said feature.

What's worse than your abrupt sappy touchiness is Astarion let you, swallowed thickly when you traced the shell of his ears from the tip to the soft underside of his jaw. This was a common problem with you in the camp that flustered everyone, your accidental intimacy and non-withheld affections.

"Your hair curls at the end, so it frames and wraps around your ears. Also around your cheeks sometimes but I think it's ticklish so you usually brush it back." You do the job for him, pulling strand of his ghostly locks from his face to tuck neatly behind his ear. Your hands are off of him now- as swiftly as you assaulted him with your warmth you leave him robbed of his senses.

"Ugh please, enough with your touchy-feely nonsense. This wasn't why I asked you. I just want to know if I am...presentable." He needed to know how he was seen. He needed to hear you say that you saw him as beautiful- but now Astarion felt like he bit off more than he could chew. Certainly others thought he was a divine image, the amount of lustful gazes he receives tells him as much. But what flavor was his beauty? Was it to your tastes?

"I am only touchy-feely nonsense." You coo at him with a shit-eating grin. In a way you were right, Astarion had seen you land insults that constituted as vicious mockery with the damage they dealt. That amount of power required much touchy-feely nonsense.

Feeling himself at his limit, given that it's hard to meet your gaze and his heart has begun to patter restlessly in it's bone cage, Astarion waves his hand and turns on his heel to return to his tent.

"Astarion~" You call out sing-songy, body swaying slightly as your readied your final attack. Against his better judgement Astarion stopped just as he was lifting his tent flap and turned to you with an eyebrow raised.

"You have thick eyebrows that accentuate your eyes like a belfry. Your cheekbones are tall and your cheeks shallow, so your face doesn't have much roundness to it. You have a slightly tapered jawline that leads to a smooth chin. There aren't any moles or marks on your skin aside from some slight pigmentation. Your ears make your face look broader, slightly less severe. Your smile lines soften your face, add muscle tone and character. I think people like your eyes the most, they are deep set and mysterious but when you smile the corners of your eyes crinkle in a way that is charming and sweet."

Astarion soaked in your description and kept quiet lest the emotion stuck in his throat become a mournful sob. Your absurdity had distracted him from the original purpose of his question, but perhaps you knew what he wanted since the first time he asked. You wait patiently for him to process your words before chirping out,

"I can try drawing you sometime, or we can get your portrait done when this worm business is done."

For once Astarion doesn't have the will to correct you about the difference between a tadpole and worm. In fact, he is startled when he laughs.

"Ah, yes. I would like that, once this stupid worm is out of my brain I think I will." He smiles in a shy and wry way. It's not lost on him that you said 'we'. Whether that means just the two of you or the rest of the party, Astarion doesn't know. He holds the words in his heart, that even after you no longer need his skills you would want to do silly selfish things with him. You grin back.

"I like all of your smiles, but some of them are definitely better than others. Have a goodnight, Astarion."

He would, he would kick his feet, stuff his face in his pillow, and roll around on his bedroll like a teenage girl.

Bonus:

The next morning Astarion waited for you to be out of earshot before approaching Wyll.

"Wyll-" He twirled, "how do I look?"

Wyll looked up from the breakfast he was cooking with a perplexed expression. He looked Astarion up and down.

"Like a leech looking for a neck to latch onto?" He offers with a coy smirk.

Astarion scoffs and stalks off. "Useless, all of you."

#astarion x reader #bg3

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salsflore · 8 months

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one of my favorite things to do: think about what your f/o would feel like. like, really take your sweet time to think about it. [ BANNER DESCRIBED IN ALT. TEXT ]

how would their hands feel against yours? think about their jewelry touching you everytime you held hands together. what if they wore gloves, what would the fabric feel like against your hand? do they have rough or smooth hands? cold or warm? do they have a tight grip on your hand, or is it more loose?

what about when its cold at night and you’re huddled under a fuzzy blanket? imagine the fabric of their pajamas touching your leg, or their hand rubbing your back. the way it would feel to have their hair tickling your cheek when you’re laid close together. their quiet breathing against your neck, or their slow, steady heartbeat.

if they are non-human or you just like to visualize then with such traits, then what about carefully combing over their tail with your hand? tapping gently against their cold, tough, titanium frame? your nails going over their pointy scales? how do their fluffy ears feel when they twitch under your touch? what about when their sharp, pointed fangs carefully graze over your bare skin?

there are many other things you can think about, honestly! what would their clothes feel like against you when they hug you close? do they have any weapons or items on their person that might get in the way? are their lips soft, or more chapped? what about the feeling of their wet cheek against your thumb as you carefully swipe their tears away, or go over the bumps of their scars with your fingers...

#its just really fun (for me at least) to take a second to Really think about these physical sensations #and try to /feel/ them even if you can’t do so literally #self ship #yumejoshi #fictoromantic #fictosexual #imagine your f/o #self ship imagine #self ship community #✦

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dreaming-tonite · 7 months

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Pairing: Eldrich monster!Jason Todd x f!reader

Warning: monster fucking, non-con, major size diff, unprotected penetrative sex, biologically unrealistic everything (if the warning for monster fucking isn’t enough of a red light already), don't come at me talking about how it doesn't align with canon I don't care—

Word count: 1.8k

Jason Todd died and came back, that one bit we all know.

But what if instead of coming back the way we know it, he came back wrong, so so wrong.

Whatever it was in that green, endless pit, it did not do for him what it was supposed to do. Instead, the fluorescent seeped into the pores, the lungs of his lifeless body and found all the fear, the bitterness, and the anger that its owner felt right before his last breath.

And it reached down, and it reached down until all that venom transformed Jason Todd's body into something else entirely.

The pit brought him back but without a soul, and a creature without a soul was no man.

Anger gave it glaring fangs and nails that were pointy and curled like fangs, bitterness warped its face, and fear made it grow and grow until it was as big as the shadows that lurked in nightmares haunting the empty hallway of the quiet manor where they mourn the lost of a son.

There were no traces of the boy it once was left in the eldritch horror it had become, nor did any of its vessel's memories, only an aching void in its chest, which it did not have a word for.

The only thing it remembered, was that it must return to this faraway dot on the map called Gotham, where it could taste the heartache on its inhuman tongue just to think about despite not having a heart.

The way back to Gotham was long but it managed to get there by travelling in the shadows no one knew to look at.

There must be something that called for it, but the more it tried to think about it the more it hurt.

Until night came and the light came on.

Somehow, even though there was only very little of it left, the littlest bit of soul left inside the creature still knew to respond to the bat signal that illuminated the Gotham sky.

And it was all sort of confusing emotions mixed into one, and the creature felt a sharp pain in its pitch-black eyes the longer it stared.

So it ran, through quiet alleyways and under broken lamps where no one would pass by, without knowing where it could run to.

And it felt fear, and rage, and grief over something they could not remember despite how hard it tried.

It stopped after running for god knows how long, in front of a window that emulates a warm, yellow glow.

The creature usually avoided light, after trying several times and realised that light irritated it to no end. But something about the white curtains flowing behind the window still beckoned for it to go closer like fire calling to the moths.

Something in it erupted when you appeared in the room, the sickeningly sweet scent filling its nostrils and tugging at something deep inside.

There was a strange sense of familiarity, and despite there being nothing about you in its empty brain, it just knew that you belonged to it one way or another.

It must have you.

Like the moths, the creature would stop at nothing just to feel warmth again.

You were too afraid to scream when the large, shadowy monster lurched from the corner of your room, and everything else was a blur from there.

You were stunned, completely, and it took you many seconds of your ears ringing to register the situation you were in. The fabrics that once covered your body were torn to shreds under its monstrous claws, the dull ache it left on your skin making soundless shrieks left your throat when it dug its fingers into your supple flesh. The back of your head hurt from when it knocked you onto the floor, the saliva from its glaring teeth dripping onto your face as its hot breath fanned your face, the puffs of air coming from behind its snarling mouth and long, long tongue.

Your heart was pounding inside your ribcage, fear and shock pulsing through your veins when you realised that you could not escape. It was massive, back hunched as it perched on top of you and caged you in without even trying. With each breath it took, the shadow on your walls grew bigger.

And its face, you could not bring up the courage to look at its face.

But when you fought back your primal instinct to shut your eyes tight and look, something in you clicked.

There was nothing alike between the person who appeared in your head and the monster in front of you. But something in its eyes, behind the darkness, reminded you of someone who you tried your hardest not to think about when the nights were late and you felt weak.

No, it could not be. Every single fibre of your being told you that it was impossible, but something in your heart, something that echoed through your brain past logic and reason, told you that it was him.

Blood receded from your face at the thought, hoping you were wrong more than anything else.

"Jason...?"

And to your dread, it let out a chest-ripping whale at the name that was so familiar yet so strange on your tongue like a dagger was stabbed through its ears just from hearing it.

You wanted to cry, not from knowing your own fate, but from thinking about what your dead lover had gone through to become this.

Seeing tears run down your face did something to it and it— he, paused for a brief second as something that resembled panic rose within.

But the roaring desire to mark you, to take you surpassed the budding humanity that was starting to appear, which it strongly disliked.

You bit back at the taste of acid in your mouth when it shoved its tongue inside your cavity, almost gagging at how far it managed to reach as it greedily took in your scent. It was near explosive in its head, and the more it got, the more it wanted. Large hands groped and dragged along your now naked torso, rough and merciless as it felt you all over.

Drool was leaking from the corner of your lips as you gasped for air, lightheaded and coughing when it finally pulled away from your mouth to lick a long strip up your vulnerable, exposed neck. If it bite down, it could break you in an instant, you were sure of it, yet the possibility of death was not even the scariest thing you could think of at this point.

The heat left your face when it grabbed you by the back of your thighs, pushing both of them up with just one hand until your knees were pressing against your chest.

You could not even see through your tear-stained vision, but the hardness pressed up against your cunt was unmistakable, and you could feel the angry vein as it rocked against your hips. You gulped, dreading the wetness you felt as it pushed your folds apart with its terrifying girth, the leaking head brushing at the inside of your thighs as it growled in animalistic fever.

You finally screamed when it pushed itself inside of you, your eyes seeing white as you were stretched behind your humanly limits by its massive, bulging cock.

Your back arched involuntarily, hitting the cold floor under you as it pushed, and pushed deeper and deeper inside. It hurt, and tears gushed out when it was still going deeper even though you thought it was not possible until it was resting deep inside your belly. Your stomach must be bulging from just his cock snuggling deep inside your womb, the shape prominent against your walls as you winced and sniffled.

It let out a beastly grunt at the tightness, with nothing but the sole thought to breed and fill up the tiny body under it. A loud smack followed with each thrust it took, heavy balls slapping against your ass every time it hilted deep against your cervix. The burning in your walls became numb after a few hard strokes, your insides accumulating it slowly to your surprise and against your wishes.

You tried to shut your eyes tight so you could imagine that it was him instead, but the monster left you no room to escape with each piston jolting your eyes open to acknowledge reality.

You had prayed for him to come back many times, but this was nothing but a sick joke fate had played on you if this was how they decided to answer your wishes.

It filled you with dread when it stopped being unbearable halfway through and you felt the heat pooling up in the pit of your stomach. "No, no—," you plead, not to the creature but to yourself, "I'm gonna... I'm— please... please!"

Your face flared up in shame at the unmistakable signs of your own climax, wetness gushing out and the sloppy noise filling your ears. To think that your body even reacted to this in the slightest was worst than the reality that you were having your brains fucked out by something so ghastly.

How would he have felt? To know that he was trapped being something so disgusting you could barely look at and yet, you still cum from its cock like some broken slut?

It howled when the sweet scent of your orgasm filled its head, panting and grumbling as thick strings of white filled up your spasming walls. It kept cumming and cumming, yet it did not stop. With each thrust into your abused hole, you could feel its length pushing out the cum from your cunt and pooling onto the floor.

Still sensitive from your high, the soundless moans stuck at the back of your throat while it kept fucking your overstimulated hole. At this point, you could only lay there lifelessly as it forced its way back in again and again, your stomach so full of its release that you might just finally break.

Your vision had turned black by the time it was done, head lolled to the side while your limbs twitched. Pulling out its half-limp cock, cum gushed out from your puffed-up cunt that fluttered around nothing, still so full the second before.

The creature stared at your fucked up body as it took in the salty scent lingering in the air. It felt warm in the chest for a brief second as it watched you, feeling something tugged at what was deep within.

It did not know what it was when it felt something wet running down its void-like eyes.

Only that hollowness that followed each heave of its chest hurt beyond measure.

#~oh the feminine urge to be fucked by something big and scary~#jason todd x reader #jason todd smut #red hood x reader #red hood smut

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your-regular-toast-enjoyer · 1 year

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as he's such a softie, im curious to see your take on general headcannons (or a one shot, if you're inspired enough for it) of yandere kurt wagner with his mutant best friend who also has a (even if way less unhealthy) crush on him.

found your blog yesterday, it's been great, your writing is so nice! have a good day!

Yandere Kurt Wagner x reader , Yandere Nightcrawler x reader

Kurt Wagner x reader. Yandere!Kurt Wagner x reader/ Yandere Kurt Wagner x Reader

Nightcrawler x reader. Yandere!Nightcrawler x reader/ Yandere Nightcrawler x Reader

Word count: 4254 words

TW: GN reader, Yandere, isolation, obsession, manipulation, bl*od.

Ok, so I imagine that you guys met at the Xavier school for gifted youngsters. Whether or not you came from a family who accepted your mutant powers, you’ll be living at the school much like everyone else, isolated from most non-mutants.

Maybe you met Kurt during breakfast one fateful autumn morning. You were the first two in the feeding hall, no one else in sight. Kurt was always early since he liked to admire the sun rising in the distance and could simply teleport to the hall whenever he got hungry. And you? Well, either you were just an early bird or perhaps you had forgotten to adjust your alarm clock to the changing daylight saving times. Either way, it was just the two of you.

You two had initially sat relatively far away from each other, on account of being strangers and you hadn’t paid any attention to the other presence in the room. Kurt usually held his head low whenever he was surrounded by people he didn’t know, but he had risked a glance at you. Just one. And had immediately been struck by how beautiful he thought you were. It didn’t matter that you looked so tired that most would have wondered whether you had just woken up or if you had stayed up for five days straight, nor did it matter that you had a small white streak of toothpaste by the side of your mouth. It was all cute to Kurt.

He kept staring at you until you finally felt his eyes on you and turned around, coming face to face with the demonic-looking young man. You might’ve reacted with either brief fright or an awkward wave, whichever it was, Kurt quickly tried to reassure you of his pure intentions by asking to sit next to you, softly treading over his two-toed feet, hoping that his appearance didn’t scare you.

It didn’t, or at least not enough for you to mention it. You smiled and waved him over. Kurt couldn’t hide the bright smile that emerged, revealing his fangs, as he sat next to you. You two started to chat, mostly about unimportant stuff like your homework, your powers and anything else of the like. While on the topic of his powers, you mention finding his teleportation cool, to which he quickly scrambled to stand up, accidentally pushing his plate all the way to the middle of the table. The scratchy sound of porcelain scraping against the table’s wooden surface made you flinch, but you kept your eyes on the blue man in front of you.

He’d feel an intense heat in his face as he observes your eyes on him, smiling shyly attempting a suave wink, which ended up looking more like he had gotten something in his eye, before disappearing from your sight with a pop. You gazed around in confusion, trying to spot where he’d gone, only to hear another pop and feel the tap of one of his three claw-like fingers on your shoulder. Turning around, you found that he stood behind you with an outstretched hand, offering you a white rose that he had plucked from the garden behind the school. With a giggle you accepted it and Kurt’s heart warmed at the sound, he realised that he would do anything to hear that sound again, it was like music to his pointy ears.

Gently pulling him down to sit again, his leg accidentally hit yours and he felt an electrical jolt go through his entire body, for a brief second, he considered if he had lost the ability to breathe. Letting his yellow eyes glide up to you, he found you looking at him in concern. “Are you okay, ehh-”, you tried to ask, not knowing his name. “Kurt, Kurt Wagner”, he supplied breathily, his Bavarian German accent shining through. You smiled awkwardly, gently rubbing his back as he leaned over the table “Are you okay Kurt?”

It took him a while to answer, but when he did, he returned your smile in full, gently taking your hand away from his back and holding it in his hands. “Yeah, I’m fine, just… vertigo”.

It would become a tradition for you and Kurt to enjoy breakfast together every morning, early, before anyone else would come down and disturb you. Kurt enjoyed this in particular. He always felt so exposed when surrounded by all the other students, feeling their prying eyes drilling into his odd features, but when he was alone with you? He felt like he could just be a regular 18-year-old, talking about things other than mission plans or his appearance. It felt refreshing, like a cold shower during a heatwave.

The two of you rarely spoke outside of breakfast, though. You had a little group of friends who would tug you with them everywhere they went. It annoyed Kurt deeply, they didn’t treat you like the borderline royalty, that you indeed were in his eyes. They didn’t really deserve to be grazed with your kind smiles, beautiful stares and oh-so-wonderful laugh. Not that Kurt felt exceptionally worthy himself, either, but at least he felt confident that he could protect you and treat you better than those ungrateful friends of yours.

It wasn’t that Kurt didn’t have any friends of his own, though. He was actually surprisingly popular thanks to his agreeable personality and eagerness to help his fellow students in any way he possibly could. He also had a close bond with both Wolverine and Colossus, the former of which he confided his feelings in. Logan was of little help, though, simply confirming what Kurt already knew. “Ya’ down bad, kid. That’s what we in the business call a ‘crush’”, the bearded man had laughed thunderously, shaking his head as he lit up a cigar, blowing the smoke away from the blue-skinned man

Kurt felt so alone in his feelings, he didn’t want to force himself upon you. You deserved better than a misformed creature like him. Still, he couldn’t stop fantasising about a future where you two would wake up next to each other every morning, you kissing him good morning and him cooking a better breakfast than what was served at the Xavier school for gifted youngsters.

Imagine his shock when he spotted your obvious blush one morning when he accidentally brushed your cheek with his tail. It truly hadn’t been on purpose, but with the way you reacted to his touch, he wished it had been. He actually refused to believe that it was a blush, instead getting worried that you might have been sick. “Are you okay?” The blue man whispered as he gently let his three-fingered hand touch your forehead. You were warm, and he quickly pushed you towards the medical wing, wanting the nurse, who was constantly on duty, to check up on you. However, you reassured your yellow-eyed friend that you were fine, that you were just tired… or something like that. He didn’t believe you, the sceptical quirk of his eyebrows told you as much, but he relented. He could never force you to do anything. Not yet, anyways.

After that morning, Kurt kept a closer eye on your reactions. He would graze you with his tail, on purpose this time, letting it pick up pieces of your hair, (if it’s long enough, if not, he’d go with your shirt instead), and twirl it around, eliciting a nervous yet jovial chuckle from you, which he ate right up. Sometimes, he’d bring you a rose from the garden, although he would do this semi-rarely to not fill up your room with rotting blossoms. Still, the shy smile on your lips every time he’d hand you a red, pink or purple rose filled him with such an intense love that he almost thought he’d burst. It was all too much, you were just so perfect.

Kurt would slowly realise that you returned at least some of his romantic sentiments. Of course, he’d remain insecure about this conclusion, because… Well, how could you possibly return his feelings? He looked like a monster, he had literally lived most of his life in a German circus because that was the only place he wouldn’t be hunted down for his appearance. And even if you seemed to never mind the way he looked, even appearing to find it fascinating or admirable, he had such a hard time believing that anyone could look past his blue skin, yellow eyes, talon-like hands and feet and everything else that distinguished him from all the normal looking mutants.

Feeling bold one morning, Kurt tentatively attempted to ask the question that had plagued his mind ever since he met you, “Do you not see my appearance at all? Or are you just pretending not to for my sake?” His German accents enunciated the Rs and Hs in a way you usually found adorable. However, you had clearly become offended by the accusation, feeling as if Kurt simply saw you as another shallow individual, only caring how others looked. You took so long to answer that Kurt had panicked and grabbed onto your hand for comfort, which melted away most of the animosity you had previously felt towards him. “Of course, I see the way you look-” you started, suddenly feeling Kurt’s hand tightening around yours. Taking a deep breath, you admitted the last part with a quiet whisper, searching for the right words to say, ”-and I think you look… enchanting.”

Yeah… so, Kurt’s heart definitely stopped for a second. Enchanting? Were you making fun of him? His scepticism was made obvious to you through his tightly scrunched-up eyebrows, the tiny fold created between them held so tightly that you were almost worried that it’d pop like a tiny blue balloon. Hesitantly reaching forward, you let your thumb caress the crease in his forehead, slowly massaging out the tension Kurt held in his face. “You’re mocking me, Y/N.” While it was meant as a question, it ended up sounding much more like yet another accusation. You would’ve gotten enraged if it hadn’t been for the way small tears collected at the bottom of long blue eyelashes. Letting your hand slide from his forehead to his eye, you gently swiped away the salty water droplets, wetting the underside of your hand. “I’m not.” You reassured your demonic-looking friend. Almost as if to prove you wrong, Kurt leaned forward, turning his head to the side as he let his free hand carefully grasp your neck, nearing your lips. He stopped himself right before he made contact, giving you ample opportunity to pull away, you didn’t, and though his face was blushing a dark shade of indigo, he uttered a fearful confession, “I love you”. He cringed at the clichéness of the confession, but it was true, he did love you, adore you even. He desperately wanted you to repeat the words to him, but you did not. However, you did the second-best thing, slowly turning your head as well and connecting your lips in a searing kiss.

After that morning, Kurt refuses to leave you alone. You two had made out the entire morning, yet you had never specified what exactly your relationship was now. Kurt couldn’t pretend he wasn’t utterly obsessed with you any longer nor would he allow you to end the friendship. The day after the kiss, Kurt approached you while you hung out with your other friends, something he had never done before. Your friends clearly had no idea of your companionship with the blue man as they gave him wary glances as he requested that you follow him to the gardens for a quick chat. One friend of yours in particular had been bold enough to attempt shooing Kurt away, a bad decision as Kurt simply gave them a death glare, memorising their features and tucking them in the back of his head for future reference. You had conceded to Kurt’s wishes, joining him amongst the many roses, carnations and other greenery.

“What are we?” Kurt had immediately blurted out once you were out of earshot from the other mutant students. “I don’t know”, you had admitted honestly, but that was simply not good enough for Kurt. “Well, we gotta figure it out, because…”, he couldn’t push out the words, he had already confessed the day before, you knew. Still, you pushed for him to say the words once again. Kurt tried but it felt as if a lump of clay had filled his throat, preventing any words from coming out. Taking a deep breath, he decided that if he couldn’t make himself articulate it in English, he would do it in German, “Ich liebe Dich, Y/n… Ich liebe Dich mehr als alles Andere”. Even if you don't know German, the meaning came across and it took your breath away. You had a crush on Kurt, obviously. How could you not? He was such a sweetheart. Still, he was so much more popular than you, everyone loved Kurt, and on top of that, he had been on actual X-men missions, something everyone else could only dream of. He was even buddies with legends like Wolverine and Storm. You were at a loss at how someone so cool could be your friend, let alone in love with you! If Kurt hadn’t grasped both of your hands in his, you would’ve thought this was nothing more than a beautiful dream. “Y/n? Could you say something, please… I would never want to force something on you, but-”, you cut him off with a kiss, thinking it’d be enough. It wasn’t. Kurt needed a vocal confirmation of your feelings and the clear exasperation in his eyes as you pulled away told you that he wanted something in particular. You didn’t have to ask though, as Kurt breathed out a clear, “Tell me how you feel, I beg of you”. If he hadn’t looked so obviously on the verge of bursting into a crying fit, you might’ve considered teasing him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be so cruel to a man who looked so frustrated. “I like you too, I thought that was obvious”, you chuckled at the end, trying to lighten the mood of your conversation.

One can’t help but wonder if you would have confessed so willingly if you knew the crimes Kurt would end up committing. There is a world of difference between a high-school crush and an intense obsession with another being. Still, after that walk in the garden, you re-entered the school as a romantic couple.

Kurt’s obsession wasn’t too obvious in the following weeks, not to you at least. He would follow you around like a lost puppy, kissing you at any time you’d allow him, preferably in front of your friends, to stake his claim on your heart… he, of course, did not tell you the latter bit. To you and those outside of your friend group, Kurt simply seemed like a doting boyfriend, however, your friends, especially the bolder ones of them, were horrified of him. The threatening glares he’d send them were bone-chilling and promising death, not made better in the slightest by the fact that his eyes were such a bright yellow.

Still, you didn’t believe them when they told you about Kurt’s eeriness, you felt as if they were all just jealous that you had entered a relationship with such a doting guy, a thought introduced to you by Kurt himself. The way that they were seemingly the only ones seeing anything bad in him, your less close acquaintances backing you up in your perception of Kurt as a cute and great guy, made them increasingly suspicious. Some of them might stop their attack on the blue man when you lash out, telling them to mind their own business. If one of them foolishly continued, well… Kurt is a pretty popular guy, and whoops! Would you look at that! Suddenly multiple terrible rumours are spreading about them, none of which can be traced back to Kurt, of course.

His yandere tendencies really come to a head one day when the school is attacked by Magneto’s troops, and both you and Kurt are chosen by Charles to aid the X-men. Partially because you’re some of the oldest students, both being over eighteen, but also because you both have a great grasp on your powers. You’re ecstatic to finally be able to help the actual X-men. Kurt, however, is deeply upset. He’s a nervous wreck. What if something happens to you? What if you get hurt?

The battle is long and hard. There were casualties, some of the less experienced mutants. At one point you were about to become one more on the list of the dead. You had spotted one of the younger students, a little blonde girl no older than nine, she had somehow avoided being evacuated along with the rest of the non-fighting students and she was standing right in the blast zone of one of Magneto’s mutants. There hadn’t been enough time to formulate a proper plan and instead of simply standing there, you had jumped in front of the girl, her blonde locks beating against your cheeks as you tackled her to the floor, the pain of the other mutant’s attack just barely grazing your back before you heard two pops in quick succession of each other. Suddenly you were outside, on the grass in front of the manor. Your arms were still tightly curled around the blonde girl’s little body, her thin arms holding onto your waist like coils. However, another set of arms, much stronger, were wound around your shoulders protectively. “You’re safe, meine Liebe, both of you are safe”. Kurt, you realised. The three of you sat like that for a long while, letting your hearts calm down. Once you had comforted the young girl and led her to the other non-fighting students, a stern glare sent to the teacher in charge of gathering them, you let Kurt drag you somewhere else.

His clawed hand had been gripping your wrist like a vice, which you had found curious. “Kurt?” you had tried, but the blue man didn’t answer. Something was wrong, but you didn’t know what, not until he turned you around in his arms. “You could’ve died!” He screamed loudly. You caressed his cheeks, not sure what else would calm him down. His eyes were wild and his talons dug into your skin. “I’m fine”, you reassured, but this only made him shake his head wildly. “Only because I was there! What if I hadn't been?!”

It was then that Kurt decided that he could no longer trust that you’d be safe at the school. He had to do something, what if another attack like this ever happened and he wasn’t there to help you. No, he wouldn’t let that happen. He decided right then and there that the X-men were too violent of a group for him, and by association, you too. Kurt decided that he would fight this one last time, before asking Logan to help bring both of you back to Germany. He could count on his last living adoptive sibling, Jimaine, to set you two up with a small hut in rural Bavaria. He, of course, did not consult you on any of this. He didn’t consider it necessary, he was simply protecting you, and you wouldn’t have to lift a finger.

Kurt refused to let you rejoin the battle. Begging you to stay and protect the non-fighting mutants instead, you relented, trudging back towards them. Popping back into battle, Kurt let his most vile nature out, slaying Magneto’s mutants like the daredevil demon he looked like. It was his sweet revenge for them almost killing you. Grabbing his trusty swords, he sliced and punctured everyone that wasn’t wearing the yellow X-men suits.

He was dripping in thick red blood when he encountered a personal foe of his. The friend of yours who had tried to push him away from you the day the two became official. He had caught them alone. They were wounded, a large gash running across their lower leg. Laying down his weapons, to ease their obvious fear of him. He approached them. Kurt had initially offered a hand, which they took without suspicion, helping them up, only for his tail to wrap around the hilt of one of the discarded swords, driving it through their midsection. Their eyes widened for only a second before they tried to scream. They couldn’t. He had punctured their lungs. Slowly dragging out the now red blade, Kurt admired the way it glistened in the few rays of the sun making it through the broken windows. Kurt still held up your friend by the hand as they slowly bleed out, the colour draining from their face.

When he was sure that they were dead, Kurt left them there. No one would suspect him. Not only because of his image as a sweetheart, but also because they weren’t even close to being the only one who fell that day.

You were inconsolable when you found out about your friend’s untimely end, clinging to Kurt as he tried to comfort you. He used the opportunity to highlight how. “That’s just the risk that you run when you associate with the X-men”. Yes, indeed he exploited your grief to make you agree to run away to Germany with him, cutting off all ties with the X-men as an organisation.

Logan agreed to take the two of you with him on his next travels, where he planned on briefly stopping in Germany. Charles, on the other hand, attempted to stop you from going. He had been worried for his young blue pupil for some time, and against his better judgement, he had entered his mind after the Magneto attack, seeing everything from Kurt’s obsession to the murder of your friend. You didn’t believe him though. You were brainwashed enough by Kurt’s honey-coated damnation of the team of heroes which Charles led, that the bald man’s attempt to keep you at the school only served to solidify your doubts about him. No matter how much Charles wanted to, he couldn’t keep you there against your will, you were an adult and you had made your choice, he simply hoped you wouldn’t come to regret it.

Life with Kurt in Bavaria started out fine. You got married relatively quickly with very few attending, only Logan, Jimaine and a few of your family members. You owned a hut and a small plot of forest, which Kurt successfully used to produce and sell timber. Everything seemed to go so well. That was until Kurt got jealous of the townsfolk which you oh-so-loved to interact with. Every so often, a person you had befriended would either move away, refuse to talk to you or simply disappear. The only connections you really managed to keep were Kurt himself and his sister Jimaine, who would visit on a semi-regular basis.

You didn’t suspect Kurt of anything nefarious until one day you found a young man, whom you had taken to talking to every morning while on your daily walk throughout the alpine village, laying on the kitchen floor. He had multiple puncture wounds and what looked to be bite marks as well, he looked like he had been mauled by a wild animal… or perhaps more accurately a demon. Glancing away from the man’s face, you found your blue husband, holding a dirtied knife, with blood splattered across his long and white fangs. You had tried to run, but it was too late, Kurt had already seen you, teleporting in front of you and manhandling you back into the hut, locking you in your shared bedroom. You had screamed and banged on the door, but it had done nothing.

You would stay locked in that room for weeks, your only company being Kurt, who would only come three times a day to hand you your food. After the first week, you became less hysterical, realising how blind you had been, how you had ignored all warnings from those who actually cared for you. You no longer doubted Charles, but you also recognised that it was far too late. You had dug your own grave and now you would have to lie in it. By the fifth week, you began talking to Kurt again, having remained entirely silent previously. “He was trying to take you away from me! He was dangerous!” Kurt had attempted to explain, as he did every day, but when you finally replied, it was a simple, “Okay”. Nothing more.

You would never love him like you once had. He would let you roam the house again, once he felt he could trust you, perhaps even wander the forest with you, but you would never again see another person regularly other than Kurt and Jimaine, who was very clearly aware of the situation and of no help to you whatsoever. Perhaps, after years of re-conditioning, Stockholm syndrome reinstates and a healthy dose of existential dread, you start caring for your blue sweetheart of a husband again, maybe you’ll get a letter or a visit from Logan once in a while, but truly, you have no one else other than Kurt in this foreign country, where you are inhibited from forming new friendships. If you ever get kids with Kurt, he’d treat them just like he treats you. Sheltered and isolated. “It’s all for your safety”, he’d always defend, and you'd end up thinking, “Perhaps he’s right… perhaps-”

A/N: Yes, you can just ignore this, it's mostly for the user who sent in the request. Thank you for this idea! I know it took a while for me to get it out, I have a smaller exam period ATM, so sorry for that! But Thank you so much for this request! It brought me right back to when I was a kid and Nightcrawler used to be one of my favourite heroes, (my second favourite X-men character), since he was German... And as you can probably tell from the German phrases I shoved in this one... and the fact that I have my Bundesland flag as my Tumblr header image...I too am German, well, half-German. Also, I have always had a soft spot for teleporting characters! I hope I did your request justice! Anyways, thank you for the request!

#kurt wagner x reader #yandere kurt wagner #yandere x reader #nightcrawler x reader #yandere nightcrawler x reader #yandere nightcrawler #kurt wagner #kurt wagner x you #yandere kurt wagner x reader #x men #x men x reader

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kondensaduhhh · 9 months

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Tomi ‘Spider’ Sully Hybrid AU Headcanons bc im literally losing my mind at the possibilities of this

- my personal fave, is how Jake and Neytiri pronounce ‘Tommy/Tomi’, Jake says it very american; ‘touh-mi’ while Neytiri says; ‘toh-mee’ (idk how to make this make sense, but im filipino and i can hear the difference when my uncle says ‘tommy’ and how everyone else says ‘tomi’)

- the queue and tail being regular na’vi size so it’s enormous on Spider (this is @lovermyme but i love it so much)

-if you think Spider is great climber without a tail, wait until yall see the speed on this mf, using the damn thing like an extra limb

- Spider hanging upside down, hanging on just by his tail spider monkey style (which is the reason my spider monkeys got their name btw)

-Spider having bright orange eyes and extra large irises, i want him to look alien on the get go to both na’vi and humans

- his na’vi fangs overlapping his human canines, so cute

-pointy ears!! they aren’t as animated as the na’vi’s though, but it’s kinda there.

- he can breathe pandoran air but it causes phlegm buildup if he’s only breathing pandoran air, but when he does come back for human oxygen, he gets lightheaded for a good half hour or so.

- always has some ache in his back, arms, and legs, like he feels like he’s too big to fit in his body.

- can technically eat na’vi foods, but it makes his stomach hurt. Norm said it might be bc he was solely eating human food and that perhaps they can try exposure therapy but Neytiri didn’t wanna risk it, this is her first born afterall

- he has way denser bones than humans, no where near as a na’vi of course, but finding out this bone density fact when he slipped off a branch and fell a good 15ft, hitting branches on the way and found out none of his bones broke when he was 7 was not a good way to find out. Neytiri screamed at Jake for a approximately 5 hrs, non-consecutively

- got his lobes stretched just like his Mama.

- spoiled fucking rotten, but he doesn’t know/ he can’t ask for anything despite the fact he will get it if asked, he’s still a people pleaser, and still has some self-worth issues.

- thick fucking hair, like na’vi thick, he had to have an undercut bc it was literally straining his neck (much to Neytiri’s dismay)

idk i think that’s it for now lol

#tomi spider sully au #atwow #spider soccoro #spider socorro #miles spider soccoro #miles spider socorro #awow #avatar way of water #avatar the way of water #avatar twow #avatar 2 #avatar james cameron

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kat-nevayra · 2 years

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Wordbuilding: The Magical Races of Areth

I'm working on a really big post, but it's not going to be ready until tomorrow. So for today, I'll be starting a worldbuilding series that I'll update occasionally. This post will be for Areth's magical races. Some of the introductions will probably make more sense now.

This will be a long post, so bear with me. Also, TW for some mentions of discrimination, bullying, and violence, as that is something that many of these groups experience.

Humans - One of the original races of people that existed in Areth. Although they are rare in comparison to their magical counterparts, they live alongside the rest of the world. Out of all the races, their lifespan is the shortest.

Elementals - The most prominent race of Areth, and the descendants of humans and elves. They are very in tune with nature, and as such, have learned to manipulate the elements. They can perform all kinds of magic, however, and are not limited to just elements. They don't look much different from either race, having pointy ears and a variety of human characteristics. However, elemental ears have gender dimorphism. Males' ears are pointed downward, and females' ears are pointed upward like their elven counterparts.

Elves - The creatures of the forest, blessed by the Fae with high magic. Magic flows in their blood, shown by green streaks They have pointed ears, tan skin, and glowing green eyes, as well as a biological third gender whose purpose is incomprehensible to non-elves. They are incredibly agile, and make very good hunters and gatherers. High magic allows them to hold some control over all the elements, which helps them tune to nature. They live in harmony and are a generally peaceful group. However, they are almost extinct in the modern day, hunted for the magic in their blood.

Nightwing Creatures - The people who were created by elves mating with the archaic vampires. They have fur on their forearms, calves, and elven ears, as well as sharing their elven counterpart's glowing eyes. Elven magic flows through their purple blood, but it manifests in a different way. Most can see people's hearts, and know what they are thinking. As such, they wear masks speckled with southern sapphire, which blocks this power. They are often forgotten by the rest of the world, and live isolated from the world on the southern continent. However, this does not bother them, and they are content with their lives.

Archaic Vampires - Creatures created by the Daeon Avon. They are the closest of the purple-blooded daeonic creations to monsters, as they are covered in fur, as well as having bat wings and ears. Avon created them as hunting partners, and so they are expert shots with a bow. They also feed off of red blood, and have an aversion to the sun. During the day, they hide in caves, as they have sensitive skin and eyes. They do not speak, but have empathy and feelings just like other humanoids. Their vampiric magic allows them to turn into bats and manipulate a mysterious purple form of magic.

Domestic Vampires - Vampires who became more humanoid as they mixed with humans. They still retain their fangs, purple blood, and capacity to practice vampiric magic, but look like humans otherwise. They still have a taste for blood, but do not require it to survive like their ancestors. Their diets, however, largely consist of meat. They blend into the rest of the population well, and so don't tend to experience as much discrimination as their archaic and nightwing counterparts. They are still expert hunters and archers, able to land a bullseye with ease.

Lysrans - Horned people created by the Daeon Roselisia. Feeling lonely and wanting companionship, she created people to build a kingdom with. After the first people were killed by plauge, she created the modern day lysrans, who lacked empathy so that she wouldn't get as attached to them. After her death and the rise of their own civilization, their strength led them to becoming a very war centered group. Additionally, their lack of empathy makes them perfect soldiers. However, they can learn empathy, and those who spend time together on the battlefield do come to care about each other. In terms of physical age, they mature very quickly, but their minds take a long time to mature.

Satyrs - Goat-like humaniods created by a Daeon called Alexis. He wished to live a peaceful life in the forest, so he created a small group of people who loved nature and built a society in the forests of Alveria. The satyrs in particular liked cultivating flowers and gathering berries, and were pacifists by nature. This made them the perfect companions. Although he created them without giving them magic, the Fae gifted them with magic. However, their purple blood does not run with magic like the nightwing creatures. While they do not have their own magic, they can harness and wield the powers of the flora around them. They are the only race that simultaneously worships to 'opposing' deities; the Fae and Daeons.

Sirens - Escaping from another realm called the Aquatherium, they came to Areth looking to start anew. With aquatic forms, teal blood, and flowing fin-like ears, they fit in well among the oceans and marine life. However, they do have land forms, which allowed some to live among the other land dwelling magical races. As for magic, their siren magic enhances their attractiveness and allowed their music to charm others. They also had the talent to improvise music, and to create lyrical melodies out of thin air. When using their magic, their heart shaped pupils appear to glow to everyone else. Their abilities led to many going into the music or modelling industry, as their magic and talents could easily be applied.

Zeramynth - The people who resulted from sirens mating with the shapeshifting geminaerin. They lost their siren magic, but learned the power to control water instead. Still maintaining their teal blood and the ability to live amphibious lives, they move between land and sea at will. Some choose to live with the land dwellers, and while others maintain their roots in the water. Either way, they love water and tend to be very proficient in water magic.

Geminaerin - Areth's shapeshifters, capable of taking on any form they wish. Their natural form is an essence, which changes depending on the kind of being they change into. They are capable of taking on any physical characteristics, as long as it fits their essence. Like elementals, they are capable of performing many different kinds of magic that they learn from others. They have become a very rare race, as most of their descendants have lost the ability to shapeshift. However, some still survive, and many of their forms live on in the other magical races.

Caninadrins - Descendants of the geminaerin, who have taken on wolf-like characteristics. They have a wolf ears and tail, which they can hide with magic if they so choose. Their passive magic grants them boosted agility, speed, and strength. As for their ability to use magic, they tend to use earth magic. They like to live in colder climates, and like curling up with their tail to keep them warm.

Felinians - People who have descended from the geminaerin, adopting a cat tail and ears. They share in the abilities of the caninadrins, like hiding their animal features and boosted traits. They like living in the trees, climbing around the forests with their increased agility. Unlike the other animal races, they have claws which help them perform tasks. They tend to be mischievous, and often end up getting into shenanigans.

Fawniss - Descending from geminaerin who loved nature, they have drooping deer ears and flowering antlers. They take very good care of their flowers, and shower regularly to keep them hydrated, although washing their hair is difficult around antlers. Once the flowers are ready to fall off, some pick them and sell them for their medicinal properties. They are very peaceful and kind, and take very good care of each other, as well as the earth. They often wield magic related to plants, but can learn other types of magic.

Aerosse - The bird-winged descendants of the geminaerin. They are known for being kind, wise wielders of sky magic. They can guide the winds, and have a love for flying. In addition to their wings, they have feathered ears. When aging, they spend a very brief amount of time in their prime. They start aging into old age shortly after twenty, but live a long time in a middle-aged stage of life. Some can live for thousands of years, which makes them excellent teachers and mentors.

Dragonians - The descendants of the shapeshifting geminaerin, who are know for their small forms, cat-like eyes, and dragon wings. They are smaller to allow them to be ambush predators, while still maintaining human endurance. Traditional societies of theirs are nocturnal, although they can be awake in either day or night. They are practitioners of sky magic, which allows them to manipulate wind. This, and flight, allow them to scout above the trees for prey.

Moon-Bearers - The precursors to the ghost elementals. They were gifted the power to see the dead by the kitsune, dwellers of the spirit realm. However, this came with the curse to cause death as well, decaying the world around them as a result of stress. They learned to live in harmony with the world around them, making peace with death as a part of life. They are characterized by their crescent moon pupils and glowing white moon phase marks on their back. Even though they are few as a race of their own, the ghost elementals carry on their magic and appearance.

Celestials - An ancient race of winged people who created the first civilization. They showed immense interest in magic, and studied it thoroughly. Unfortunately, not much is known about them, as they were exterminated by the Daeons long ago. Only four currently exist, the Fates who watch over Areth.

Now, I also want to talk about the roles and issues within some of some of these groups. This is as much for you all as it is for my personal reference later.

The Animal Races - For caninadrins, felinians, and fawniss, dehumanization is unfortunately regular. Many don't consider them unworthy of coexisting with others. They are often compared to their animal counterparts, being patronized and reduced to cute little animals. Historically, elves and humans took these people as servants specifically for the purpose of having them as 'pets'. Even in the modern day, this still happens, and many don't take them seriously.

Sirens and Zeramynth - Although they came to Areth to escape slavery, life for siren people there is not much better. Due to their ability to charm others, they are often ostracized from society. Many think that they are privileged, using their magic to manipulate people into getting their way. They constantly have to prove that they don't use their magic to others, who are jealous of their talents and looks. Those who don't hate the sirens for their powers often wish to use them, either for their powers or as objects of affection. This breeds a lot of distrust between sirens and the rest of the world, leading many to hide their identities. The zeramynth, on the other hand, are mistreated for being 'outsiders'. Since they came from the sea, many believe that they do not belong on land. Just like sirens, they are shunned by others and told to return to the sea.

Lysran Culture - The culture of lysrans has many ideals similar to toxic masculinity. They place a high priority on strength, and look down on those who aren't physically or emotionally strong. Lysran children are encouraged not to cry, and be emotionless. Empathy is discouraged, and can cost someone their job or lead them to be ostracized. Those who lack physical strength are also shunned, mocked for being weak and pathetic. Military achievement and being a war hero are far too highly prioritized, leading to anything else being shunned.

The Elves, Humans, and Their Feud With the Daeonic Races - Neither elves or humans like the daeon-created races that much. Both cast vampires, lysrans, and satyrs out of their societies, and condemn them. The elves exiled the nightwing creatures, and slaughtered the satyrs. The humans, on the other hand, took advantage of the fleeing satyrs to find menial labor. Despite looking human, vampires struggle to fit in with modern society. As for the lysrans, they are mocked for being awkward and not very expressive. The humans and elves have even put aside their own feud to attack Daeons and their peoples.

The War Between Humans and Elves - The humans and elves seldom get along. Humanity has often hunted the elves for their magical blood, and drove them nearly to extinction. The few elves that remain hate all of humanity, considering all who are not elven their enemies. However, they are not completely innocent, having betrayed the humans on multiple occassions. To this day, the Elven Empress and Nevayran queens have animosity between them.

Moon-Bearers - Due to their unique view of the world, the moon-bearers consider it their sacred duty to act as a bridge between Areth and the spirit realm. They believe in offering things to the spirits, and maintaining the balance between life and death. They also hold a great respect and reverence for spirits, and they often worship them in place of other deities.

#writers #my writing #my ocs stuff #worldbuilding #vampires #sirens #satyrs #elves #humans #late night #i have spent hours on this post #pls appreciate my hard work #only if you want to #no pressure #i am so tired #why did i put so much effort into this T-T #tw discrimination #tw #omg this took so loooong

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after-hour-diner · 10 months

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Hiyo! We’re over on artfight this year! We’re gonna bite so many people!! Here’s the link: https://artfight.net/~After_Hour_Diner !

We mainly have humanoid ocs, but we do have quite a few non humans.

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An Art Fight profile card, specifically themed around Team Vampires for 2023. In a circular icon space, there is a pointy eared humanoid with half of their skin being grey and the other half being a light orange. They have one green eye on the orange side. They have dark brown messy hair they flops mainly on the right, grey side. Their ears have two gold piercings. They have a sleeveless black, skintight turtle neck. They are smiling widely, showing off pointy canines.

On the right of the circular icon is large text reading “TEAM VAMPIRES” under this text there is a “User” box with the name “After Hour Diner” in it. Under the “User” box is another, larger box with text reading “I attack…” and more, hand drawn large text reading “ANYONE”. There are three, small, floating hearts doodled around the large text. Next to the “I attack…” box, there is small text that read reads “I DO:” with large text under reading “FRIENDLY FIRE” and “REVENGE” with two boxes next to the text, both boxes are checked.

Underneath everything is a “FEATURED CHARACTER:” section with five boxes all with characters in them.

In the first box, there is a purple vampire, with long pink and dark brown hair. They are smiling softly, dark wine coloured eye slightly lidded. They have worried eyebrows. They are holding a sign that reads “Silas F.” Right in front of their chest. You can barely see a very light pink coloured shirt. The second box has a robot with saturated red hair. Half of his face is grey and the other half is bronze. It has light blue eyes, with a plus symbol in his right eye and a minus symbol in his left. It’s wearing a light purple shirt. His right arm is mainly bronze, it’s fingers red. He’s holding a sign only with this hand that reads “SAFETY”. His left arm is grey, left hand (also with red fingers) is resting on a light brown “Blink dog” (a fictional species in Dungeons and Drangons). The dog is sticking her tongue out and looking up at Safety. There is an arrow pointing down at her, with the words “Beelzebub (Service Dog)” above it. The third box has a very happy man waving at the viewer with his right hand. He has very dark purple hair along with a light green and purple jester hat with bells on his head. His skin is a light tan with a dark scar going over his left eye. Both of his eyes are a light periwinkle coloured. He has a gold earring on. He has a large, light purple ruffle on his neck. His shirt is a green colour, with sleeves that are dark purple. The sleeves go all the way down to his hands and also cover at least one of his fingers on both hands. Both wrists have a light purple band and bell on them. He’s using his left hand to hold a sign that reads “Stars” with a small star under the word.

In the four box, there is an anxious tiefling (a race in Dungeons and Dragons) sitting. He has black hair and bright yellow curling ram horns. His eyes and fingers are also yellow. His skin is a rusty red colour. He has fangs pointing outwards from his mouth, with his top lip being completely black. He is wearing a dark blue scarf with grey around the edges on the fabric, a light blue vest, and a lighter blue long sleeve shirt. He is holding a sign in front of his chest, reading in small text “Afi”. The fifth box, there is a masked figure. They’re tilting their head to the right. They have very light salmon hair, with a light pale mask with a red smile over their face. Their eyes are very pale purple. They’re wearing a very dark purple cloak, the hood up over their head. Under their cloak, they have a purple turtleneck on along with a gold collar on. They have reddish brown gloves on, with gold nuckles. They hold a sign over their chest that in shaky text reads “Lâche”.

Underneath the featured characters, there is text that’s says “CHARACTERS I HAVE:” and more boxes with the text “HUMAN”, “FERAL”, “ANTHRO”, “WORM”, and “MECH”. The only box that is scribbled out is the “WORM” box. There is a smaller text prompt that reads “other” with handwritten text that reads “All characters are some type of queer and there’s nothing you can do.”

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#art fight #art fight profile #art fight profile image #team vampire #image id #I don’t do image ids often but I need to do them more #sorry if it’s rough and really long #I wanted to try and detail everything I could.

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nightly-ruse · 2 years

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It is literal Riverclan beauty I can’t-

I wasn’t going to make her so built and sleek but as I was drawing I just did. They are what I imagine Riverclan standards to be, with sleek sharp fur, a long smooth otter like tail, strong large paws, bigger muzzle, pointy fangs, and shorter ears. Even their striped which are like the sun itself just mesmerize others. Their also one of the tallest cats across the clans. Probably only shorter then cats like Lionblaze, Brambleclaw, or Tawnypelt. Notes about her-

-Their a beast when it comes to fishing and protecting other. She’s the one who brings back full salmon by itself or massive pike.

-I wasn’t originally going to give them stripes at all but I want Splashtail to have striped similar to it’s so I did, plus it gives them some resemblance to their kit

-When Reedwhisker was alive they were super close and some rumored to even be together. Whether it’s true or not is really just left in their heart to know now but they carry their love for him way after his death

-Genderfluid (They/It/She), poly, and bisexual with a preference towards non-binary cats

(Haven is standing with their head tilted to the right and paw up to its face, her thin tail swooping over her back leg. Their pelt is mostly a dark dark brown color with stripey, wavy patterns of red, orange, and lighter orange. Her eye is narrow and a olive kind of green with their tongue sticking out, a little fangs poking through, and a sharp nose. It’s left ear tip is torn and the fluff from the inside of her ear hangs out. It’s fur is rather sleek with choppy thick edged and a few points. On its back leg is the faint signature “Nightly Ruse” in ref. A white outline is around them and just above her in the second image is Refrence things like it’s pelt colors, outline colors, nose, mouth, tongue, and fangs, eye colors, and eye shadow. The background is a dull greenish gray color. She has a slightly mysterious but teasing expression. End ID)

#havenpelt #I originally hc them as agender but as I was drawing her I couldn’t help but get genderfluid vibes. So she’s fluid!#Her and Reedwhiskers relations are a secret- though I’d like to see what everyone thinks of it. Platonic #They could be just platonic or maybe they are something more?#I’m tired now tho but I’ll try to draw their kits sometime. Also need to draw my Reed and Frostpaw designs #sneezestar au

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‘Animalistic’ Witches...

This realization just hit me, but human-passing witches (such as Willow, Gus, Amity, basically any witch whose design is more or less a human with pointy ears) are probably considered no less animalistic than, say, witches such as Barcus or Eberwolf!

Keep in mind, there’s a good number of fauna in the Boiling Isles with uncannily human features… So to the denizens of the Demon Realm, these anthropomorphic visages are just as animalistic a trait as fur or fangs, scales, wings, etc.! If anything, human-passing witches derive their appearances FROM these anthropomorphic animals, rather than the other way around!

Which, that adds to that Fun Police Chief referring to himself as a ‘demon’, despite his human-passing appearance; There really is no distinction between those features, to the Boiling Isles the ‘human-passing’ witches look just as animalistic as the rest! And conversely, witches that resemble ‘beasts’ are no more animalistic than the human-passing witches, because again… This is their conditioned normality, what THEY grew up with!

There probably is zero stigma over a human-passing witch dating one like Barcus, honestly… Kind of a cursed thought, but again, they’re all still sapient and capable of consent, and it’s perfectly normalized to them. To us humans it’s weird because our whole species has evolved with the understanding that things with non-human appearances are animals and beasts, but that isn’t really the same for witches, whose appearances come in a WIDE variety- Nobody would compare dating Barcus to dating an actual dog here, just as you wouldn’t compare dating Morton to dating the Intro Worm!

Which, these are all very surreal, but sensible thoughts when it comes to worldbuilding and operating from a very different, default perspective. Because again, it’s not that these witches look like us humans- Rather, it’s that us humans look like this one variety of witch, just with round ears and no magic!

So in a cultural crossover, there’d definitely be confusion amongst witches when some humans act like the ‘animalistic’ ones are somehow more bestial, and it’s weirder to date a reptilian witch, VS a human-passing one. They’re ALL animals in the end, and the confusion would worsen when witches see that us humans don’t really have any animals that resemble us, no animals that we derive appearances from- Except arguably monkeys and gorillas, but that’s a more vague connection.

If anything, with how a lot of sapient beings in the Boiling Isles look like creatures… I could totally see plenty of demons and witches approaching certain animals from our world, with the initial assumption that these are people- Especially pets, or parrots capable of mimicking human speech. And if these ‘people’ don’t understand them, it’s just because they speak a different language, that’s all…

Which of course, is likely going to lead to some VERY awkward misunderstandings. Especially since, as we’ve seen with Eda, witches and demons can still be confused as to whether or not a species they don’t recognize is sapient or not- Hence her initial assumption that King was just an animal. Incredibly cursed yet potent possibility, but there very well could be an incident where a witch compliments a human on their ‘hot date’, only for that date to be their pet cat.

But yeah, imagine a human asking a human-passing witch if dating this bird-like person reminds them of beastiality, and they’re legit confused in wondering what in the hell they’re talking about- Are they some sort of racist purist with arbitrary standards or something??? Why would their species of witch be any more or less animalistic than the rest??? Why would anthropomorphic animals be more ‘advanced’ than the rest???

For humans, it looks like our romance options would VASTLY expand from here, especially since there is no reason for that kind of hang-up for the people of the Isles who operate with this as their normal, with the human-passing witches being just as animalistic as the rest, with THEIR animals being anthropomorphic too!

If anything, this question should just as well apply to a witch like Eberwolf, being asked if it’s weird for them to date a human-passing witch, and if THAT reminds them of beastiality or something weird like that… Again, confusion at our species’ double-standard, and our general lack of variety compared to the Demon Realm.

But hey, at least we make up for it in technology and quantity! A cultural crossover would definitely radicalize and expand, and redefine our understanding of anthropomorphism, and the concept of a ‘Furry’ as a separate subculture would likely cease to exist, as it eventually becomes part of the assumed status quo.

In fact, ‘human’ faces might be considered an insectoid trait on the Boiling Isles, based on the examples I can recall- So from a hypothetical standpoint, one could just as easily ask Barcus if he thinks it’s weird to date Jerbo, because he’s ‘basically a giant bug’!

#the owl house #witches #demons #worldbuilding #meta

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muzzleroars · 7 years

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cosplays both mother and son bc i’m my own vampire family

#owari no seraph #mikaela hyakuya #im sorry im spamming the tag again hhhhh #but i promised i would post my mika costest after my krul one #the wig still needs a bit more styling but #it felt really nice to be mika #i wish i could show off the fangs i have too but there's no non goofy way to lol #maybe i'll post some of the fang pics to twitter #also i have the pointy ears #but i couldn't be bothered to fit them to my ears and glue them aaaaa im sorry #anyways i love those little bat wing rings #shea cosplays

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fromthedeskof-darkiplier · 2 years

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(OOC:

People are finally coming back to roleplay! Yaaaaaaaaaay! I’m so happy to be talking with y’all, I’m gonna make the most of it!

As celebration, I’ve updated the headcanons for my Dark, as they feel a little stale, now. They’re under the cut, as well as a reference image.)

Dark is a name they chose not for any other reason than it’s just what resonates with them, now. Moreso than their deadnames, even. “Darkiplier” as a nickname was not thought-up by them, but they allow it because it’s kind of funny to them; they’re always happy to mock The Actor’s name… when they aren’t seething with rage thinking about him.

They possibly additionally have a demon name, being born of such an Occult ritual... but it’s likely something that can't be pronounced with a human tongue.

Doesn’t celebrate their birthday(s) because they believe they can’t be considered having been “born”. Any insistence on celebrating a “creation day” has been turned down.

Pronouns for this blog’s interpretation of Dark are they/them, and they/them only. There was once a time where they were switching between he/him and she/her, but once they discovered the Singular They(that phrase in and of itself is something they relate to)it was all over.

To that end: the souls who make them up are now a single consciousness. They were incomplete as separate souls, irreversibly trapped in Y/N’s body, and the evil of the House basically acted as the “adhesive” that stuck them together. Darkiplier is more than the sum of their parts – and any goading them or trying to bring up their past is met with nearly immediate panic and hostility(seriously, that’s not a joke, don’t do that on this blog please, it hurts the Mun as well).

Appearance-wise, they actually look like a fusion of who they used to be -- they don't have 2+ forms they switch between. And that's all the way down: down to them actually being Intersex.

Dark is profoundly colorblind. The only colors that stand out to them are those caused by the magic of the little pocket dimension the Egos live in -- including Wil's mustache, which makes him easy to find. Pink is their favorite color for a good reason.

All the bodily fluids they produce (blood, tears, saliva, sweat, etc.) are pitch black and look like ink or thinned paint. Once they dry, they can be peeled like paint. It doesn’t hold any real significance, it’s just the non-human ichor in their system.

As an extension of the above, the black markings under their eyes are a stain caused by the black miasma in their body. It’s not eyeliner. They get a little self-conscious about it when you call it eyeliner.

Other more demonic features they possess include fangs and long, black claws. No pointy ears, though.

If their skin takes enough damage to leave a scar, it looks like someone made a crack in a piece of glass(inspired by a now-deleted post by itsjustkyss). The glow of their aura can sometimes be visible through the scars, even moreso if they clench a muscle.

Extremely protective of Wilford(regardless of how much he insists it’s not necessary), both physically and emotionally. The patience and sensitivity they give to Wil, compared to what they give anyone else (especially someone they don’t wanna deal with), is night and day. They are fine-tuned to his needs.

Much like the way their image glitches, the ringing around them changes in volume/pitch based on how stressed/relaxed they are. Both phenomena are part of their aura, after all.

Speaking of which, their aura is extremely well-reinforced, which helps slow down the body’s aging/atrophying and keeps Dark from feeling physical pain or getting traditionally sick(doesn’t catch the common cold, for example). The only way they could feel pain is if there are cracks in the aura, such as when they are having moments of emotional instability.

Even though they can’t feel pain, their body can still react accordingly to damage, even with their aura intact(when we shoot them in “Date”, they become incapacitated).

As a tradeoff of sorts, painkillers and medications designed for humans don’t work on them, so there’s nothing medicinally they can do for their emotional instabilities. They occasionally smoke to rid themself of stress.

Their aura is strongest, by far, around their head and spine. Their neck is still broken(any injuries Y/N sustained in the manor will not heal, including their broken neck and the bullet wound), and if their head were separated from their spinal column their consciousness would be trapped inside the body. They’d need to be exorcised to get out and find a new body .

Powers include, but are not limited to: teleportation, technomancy, summoning objects/telekinesis, and superhuman strength and stamina. When they become unstable and choose to weaponize their anger, their power can reach city-levels of destruction – but an outburst like that would take an immense toll on their energy, and would essentially send them into a pseudo-coma for a period of time.

Can, and will, swallow your soul. They’re aware of their adoring fans, and will usually lure victims in in their manipulative fashion – but nothing’s really stopping them from just stealing a soul even with outside resistance.

Has had a fair number of sexual partners throughout the decades and dimensions they’ve existed through, but only really loves Wilford.

Their heart doesn’t normally beat (why would it need to?), so their circulation is poor and therefore they are often cold. Even on days where they personally don’t feel cold, their skin is cold to the touch. There’s one person who’s ever gotten their heart to beat, even if for only a few seconds at a time – and that’s Wilford.

Despite the boundless anger and hatred they feel towards The Actor, they did take him up on his offer to “play” his villain. As a result, they’ve had a hand in more of Mark’s misfortunes than you may notice at first…

As a character, they were initially designed to be as Mark’s opposite – to that end, they’re much moreso a cat person (no surprise there) and actually like the Ocean.

They like their coffee black, their chocolate dark and their wine STRONG. Also, icecream is in fact their comfort food(because Chocolate ending, go figure).

As proven in the “Sims” episode, “Attack of the Ipliers”, and the “Dark vs. Anti” bloopers, they can’t dance for shit. They can, however, play the piano pretty well(by ear, too!).

In MY personal headcanon they’re taller than Mark(6'2", if I had to put a number to it).

They did, actually, take up the mantle as District Attorney, and turned out to be a damn good lawyer. This is their primary occupation, but tearing people to shreds in court gets them the money to help pay for property damage the other Ipliers cause.

Their role on the MarkiplierTV team wasn’t 100% official at first (they were the last one to join the team before Wilford made his pitch), but they turned out to be a BIG help. Knowing Wil better than any of these new faces Wil found from God knows where/when, Dark proved themself to be a great advisor to him, helping him keep focus and remember what’s important. That was enough to get them an office at the building, and now they’re additionally a supervisor over the team.

And, lastly…

Dark has every opportunity in the world to snap Mark’s neck and be done with it, but actively lets him revive and suffer instead (they relish in it, actually). If they were to finish the job, the souls that make them up would be free of their bonds to the Earth, and they would have to leave Wilford behind…and that’s not something they’re ready for.

#ask darkiplier #ask dark #darkiplier #headcanon talk #medication #violence #death #injury #alcohol #ask to tag

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bpd-shuichi-togo · 2 years

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What specifically are your grievances regarding female designs in Housamo?

oh i did mean to elaborate on that didn't i. well i guess i should say 1) that i'm including the mobs in this 2) ig the female designs are more broadly annoying rather than infuriating but just thinking about the sentences i am about to type i can already feel myself becoming infuriated. tl;dr: my issue is that where there is a LOT of variance in the designs for the guys, that's not as much the case for the girls (in a way i feel like isn't just a matter of there being vastly more guys than girls). like the girls aren't Allowed to diverge in appearance from Conventionally Attractive Human Woman nearly as much as the guys are from Conventionally Attractive Human Men, which can get. completely ridiculous. there are some designs i do like ofc, but basically no more Sexy Dimorphism or i'm gonna snap, NO MORE BOOBS ON NON-MAMMALS, and for the love of god let women have designs that aren't perfectly Feminine PLEASE, especially if it's at the expense of being interesting or making sense

the rest of this post goes under the cut so i can risk going raving mad in good conscience

yeah imo one of the clearest, if not the most egregious, examples are the merpeople

like this bugs the hell out of me, and the sprites being done by different artists doesn't excuse it when they easily could have coordinated designs. come on. like there's a lot i could nitpick here but. come the fuck on they didn't even give her fins. not even just a dorsal fin, which barely would have been visible. like theres sexual dimorphism and then theres The Girls not having physical characteristics that The Boys have when they would be evolutionarily advantageous/vitally necessary to merfolk regardless of gender. they gave her fin ears. fuck you

now here's where i'm going to nitpick. and if you can believe it i'm going to be restraining myself here, because if i don't i will reopen pandora's box and oh my god i can't do that to myself right now, so i won't even touch on my issues with how she's written. but this is so lame in so many dimensions. i ask for a dragon lady who swings around huge fucking weapons like its nothing and you give me THIS. first and foremost, this isn't even a dragon lady, this is a human woman with horns and a tail and pointy ears. this is a human lady in cosplay. where are the claws, the fangs, the scales? they didn't even give her SCALES. bombom designed a better reptilian girl than this. her wings aren't even attached. and for the love of GOD, if she is a DRAGON, refrain from giving her Honkin' Tittums. is a dragon a mammal? is that what you're telling me? fuck off. and while i have you here why is her build so dainty? actually i know why and i don't gaf, melusine should be jacked. look the size of the gun she is ONE HANDING. you know what, get this fucking disgrace out of my sight and come back with a proper dragon woman, with claws and scales and fangs and wings that are attached to her goddamn back-- and a physique that can accommodate them (i remember someone at one point having a line about how his chest is muscled specifically to allow for his wings) + all the gun-slinging and fighting with snow and mountaineering and whatnot she gets up to. and i'm going to be nice/preempt any comments about why her barely-draconic design is good actually: if, for WHATEVER fucking reason, you want to allow for her looking basically like a human woman in cosplay, it can be like a glamour or something. but when she summons her wings, the glamour should fail, and i want to see a DRAGON WOMAN. in fact, if you give her a human glamour, you have to give her true form draconic digitigrade legs to balance it out. or i'll kill you.

oh my god. ziz's design makes me so fucking mad this is the only one of her sprites i can look at without taking chip damage to my psyche. like with melusine, i'm not going to touch on any issues i might have with how she's written, but this is a TRAVESTY all on it's own. her design is SO FUCKING GOOD. she's massive, to the point of being imposing without meaning to, she's covered in feathers, she has claws and TALONS, and i really loved the thing with her legs looking HUGE and giving her an exaggeratedly feminine appearance but that just being from the sheer fluffiness of her feathers, w her legs looking WAY different with her feathers smoothed down, esp since that felt like it was poking fun at the whole 'generically sexy ~Recognizably Female~ monster girl' thing. and her tail is really cute. if it weren't for a massive, glaring, design-ruining flaw, my only real complaint would be that i wish she had a broader upper body/a sturdier frame, again so her physique is better suited to accommodate her HUGE wings + the whole Protector thing, and also because the whole 'cinched waist, hourglass figure' thing she's got going on is just. uncomfortable to look at. and there we encounter that massive, glaring, design-ruining flaw-- Obligatory Boobs, bane of my fucking existence. it would have been one thing if the plumage at her breast was especially dense or something and gave her the appearance of having boobs, i probably would only have complained a little about that. but they took what otherwise would have been a FANTASTIC design, and (sorry) chickened out at the last second and slapped tits on a fucking bird woman. and they did not just slap tits on a bird woman, they gave her a bare, human torso, just so they could slap huge dobonhonkeros on a FUCKING bird woman, and honest to fucking god it looks grotesque. it looks disgusting. i'm so mad. WHO is that meant to appeal to. they ruined a perfectly good harpy. i fucking hate it here

to nobody's surprise, babalon is the example that infuriates me the most. and i'm not going to talk about how much i hate her default sprite (again), or how i think she should be able to fuse with therion to become a huge fucked up demon werewolf lady (for a third time). in fact, i honestly really like most aspects of this skin: the swimsuit is lovely and suits her very well, her shoes are really cute & the hat is a nice touch (though i'd have preferred a proper sunhat), and the adult woman isn't dressed like a child for no reason. all very neat, though i do wonder where she put all that hair, not to mention therion. and with that all out of the way, i really just despise this skin, specifically because of what it very glaringly lacks: scars. babalon was tortured, then hunted relentlessly by angels, then necessarily maimed when those angels killed her unborn child. but despite all these being literally character-defining traumas, they're not reflected in her design at all because the women's designs aren't allowed a diverge too far from Conventionally Attractive Human Woman So Generic Your Eyes Start To Glaze Over, and that would be too unsightly. that this is with babalon in particular really pushes it from infuriating to exhausting. i can't even rave at this, i'm just tired. and i'm not accepting babalon's vanity as an excuse for this, because her inability to let go of her trauma, and especially any reminder of her first lost child, is a crucial part of her character. they didn't even let her have a scar on her abdomen from when she lost her unborn child. but you know what they did give her?

nice, symmetrical, visually appealing scars from losing her wings. that you only ever see in the artbook. come on, man 😐

#tokyo afterschool summoners #housamo #this has got me main tagging just to feel something :|#error.txt #error.jpg #babsposting #uh something something im bi and trans. whatever #genuinely this shit sucks. like i was gonna be more jokey here but that last part took the wind out of my sails. come on #error.ans

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brownsplodge · 2 years

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They Howl At Night (7/?)

Crossposted on Ao3

“Ha! I saw that.” Lucy said smugly as Dipper floated upright from the awkward falling positions he’d been in, his feet a few inches above the ground.

They continued walking down the road, Dipper was grumbling something under his non-existent breath “Just a few more days and I’d have won that bet, but nooo, Dumb reflexes with the dumb to easy to reach demon magic, dumb not just smashing my nose open on the pavement...” he started grumbling more incoherently, but slowly lightened back up as they walked into the store and the sweets aisle came into view.

“Seriously though Dippy, that guy was weird. I don’t usually care if there was a weird, out-of-focus soul mark thing floating around somebodies head, then he looked at me, panicked, fiddled with his hair, and it just, like, Disappeared!”

Lucy-Ann raised her hands.

“Do humans even have technology like that yet?”

“Mhm, maybe...” Dipper, evidently not listening, was cramming an unnatural amount of Gummies into a shopping basket.

There was something off.

”Your ears look kinda pointy.” Dipper absentmindedly raised one hand to his ears, who were too pointy to be human.

“Hmmm. Thanks.” His ears went back to being round. “Could have sworn they were fine this morning...”

Lucy rolled her eyes as he went back to cramming sugar into the basket, and turned around at the sound of the doors sliding open to let someone in.

Her eyes widened as a familiarly sparkly-looking lady waltzed in and started walking toward them.

“Hey! Um, is that a new DD&mD Game?” She pointed to the other end of the shop, grabbed Dipper by the wrist, and dragged him away, just as the lady had almost reached the sweets aisle.

“What?” Dipper was looking at her confusedly as she ran into the frozen food section with him in tow.

“I must have been mistaken! Silly me. “She overdramatically slapped her forehead. Dipper raised an eyebrow but didn’t say a word.

“Let’s go pay now! I want to see you eat all that stuff!” Lucy tried dragging him over to the till.

Then she froze.

The Lady, an obvious reincarnation of the glitter queen herself, was talking loudly to a very annoyed-looking teenager at the till, who was looking at the lady's hand, which was moving in what

was seemingly slow motion, holding a credit card.

“Hey, that till over there seems nice!” Lucy tried steering Dipper to a till that had a long queue, but was far enough away that you couldn’t see this on.

Dipper was staring at the lady, his mouth hanging slightly open.

Too late.

“Um, your fangs are showing.” Dipper closed his mouth, still staring at the woman, who was now juggling about five boxes of chocolate with her left hand.

Dipper was slowly walking toward her.

Oh, damn. Lucy-Ann grabbed his shirt.

Her strength would barely have held him, but he turned around anyway.

“Why? She's right there!” He gestured at the woman.

“Yeah, I know. But wouldn't you find it weird if a random dude walked up to you and started talking to you like you were siblings? Also, I don’t want you to get attached and start being depressed

again when she kicks the bucket. You just stopped being sad about the last Mizar couple of months ago.”

Dipper grumbled something, then thought about it, before finally replying. “I'll give it a week, but I'm still talking to her.”

Lucy glared at him.

“What? I know she exists now, you can’t stop me!”

“Ugh.” She rolled her eyes.

Then she paused.

“Wait. You didn't know about her? Aren't you, like, omniscient or something?”

Dipper huffed. “Semi-omniscient. And I did know, like, that she’d been born and that she was alive, I just didn't want to actively search for her. Her parents seemed to know a lot about demons.”

“Whatever you say.”

The woman had left already, leaving a trail of glitter behind her.

A mildly annoyed-looking employee was sweeping it up in a way that suggested they were used to this activity and the teen at the till swiped the last candy bar over the scanner and plopped it in the paper bag at the other end.

“Let's get out of here before we inhale too much glitter.”

Lucy-Ann hoisted the bag off the counter as Dipper paid.

As they exited the shop, she pushed the bag into his hands.

“So how's being in a werewolf body working out for you?”

“Oh, it's fine.” Dipper had put an entire pack of gummies in his mouth without bothering to unpackage it.

He swallowed, and Lucy stopped to watch him cough out the wrapper.

“I managed to traumatise with a security guard on last month, that was fun. Also, turns out the color blindness thing is true, so reading auras doesn't really work out anymore.”

He scratched his chin.

“Talking of, I think I didn't feel an aura on that Mizar either. Oh, I also think my omniscience is going a little wonky.”

“What.”

“Well, for example, all I've been getting today is how many people farted at the funeral of their grandmother on the second of May three years ago in Siberia. And

it was telling me in Swiss German for some reason.”

“That’s highly specific. How many people farted at their grandma's funeral in Siberia?”

“Am zwöite Mei hei in sibiriä nüün personä är beärdigung vo ihrne gross-müetter gfurzt.”

Lucy-ann grinned.

“I’m not sure if I should be amused or worried about that.”

Dipper inspected a piece of candy before putting it in his mouth.

“Nah, I wouldn't worry, it does things like that from time to time.”

“Whatever you say.”

Translation for (probably misspelled) Swiss German (specifically the bern dialect):

“Am zwöite Mei hei in sibiriä nüün personä är beärdigung vo ihrne gross-müetter gfurzt.”

"On the second of may in Siberia, nine people farted at the funerals of their grandmothers."

#THAT #werewolves #guess who's not dead!#transcendence au #Lucy may be ooc

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swishswishspiritsword · 3 years

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Merchant Shang AU 2

The panic didn't really set in until they arrived at his estate–and that was still a weird fact of his life, an estate–and he had Xiao She settle "Empress Su Xiyan" in the guest house. The not-a-maid kinda bodyguard looked at him with obvious disbelief at his address for the young woman, so unnerved by it she slipped enough that her eyes were golden with slitted pupils. Shang Houhua could empathize. He too was freaking out about the sudden occurrence and realizing your boss might be involved with the Big Boss of the world you specifically emigrated away from is distressing.

Although that did mean he could check another point for her being a snake demoness over a crane demoness in his mental chart.

Shang Houhua offered her a sympathetic grimace and awkward shoulder pat.

"Xiao She should go take a break," Shang Houhua said kindly. Or at least in his best attempt. He'd gotten better at socializing since he'd actually managed to curate Actual Human (And Non-Human) Relationships, but he was still a "work in progress" as Luo Ren put it delicately or a "disaster in emotional understanding" according to the ever blunt Steward He.

Shang Houhua was kinda hoping he was somewhere in the middle.

Xiao She had given him a Look and Shang Houhua knew that it meant he would find his very irritable not-a-maid insisting on keeping watch over him personally until this situation was handled.

Or Shang Houhua was dead.

He wasn't actually sure which would come first. And was very carefully not actively thinking about it until his internal screaming could become external in the safety of his heavily warded fluffy bed.

"Yes, Master Shang," Xiao She said with a little more hiss on the words than usual. That may have been a flash of fang.

Shang Houhua winced. So, his staff may be a bit more upset about the revelations than normal. He hesitated a little unsure if he should point it out considering the general Ignore Everything Rule the mixed species estate ran by.

"...Xiao She may want to compose herself in private unless she has decided to, ah, be more, hm, free with her identity."

That probably wasn't terribly delicate, but Shang Houhua was running on fumes, adrenaline, and specific Plot Related panic he hadn't had to deal with in a solid decade. Shang Houhua nodded again in awkward acknowledgment and Did Not See Xiao She dash up to the roof to avoid corridors or the way the charcoal girl had a thin rat-like tail poking out the bottom of her skirt. Shang Houhua had not seen things for years and went to his room to collapse in peace after one last order for the doctor to be sent to Su Xiyan's room.

Shang Houhua hadn't actually meant to turn his estate into some kind of halfway house for more pro-human demons or half-demons. Honestly, owning an estate in the first place had been an accident caused by picking up what could only be described as a side quest. During his early wandering around the great (terrible) world he created, free from his "fate" he'd stumbled into being a rogue cultivator to pay the bills.

He needed money! Starting up businesses took a lot of it. And connections too! If Logistics Hell taught him anything it was this. So he used what he had to get by.

And honestly he wasn't actually terrible it turned out? He would never be a War God but he did pay attention to the basics, was a resourceful (read cheating) man,and had wanted to avoid being brutally murdered by what passed as a houseplant on some peaks. Besides as Author God he did know more than the average Sect Dropout.

Most people didn't really need big things either. He did minor things to get by. He made talismans to help ward off wandering monsters from farmers livestock and fields. He performed purifying rituals on a town's toddlers to help insure they were protected even after death. He helped fetch some plants to heal someone or an item to break a curse. It had felt a little like playing through an RPG and it wasn't the most stable but Shang Houhua was revelling in not having a bluescreen of death stalking his every breath of air.

The estate had happened when, a very tired and recently poor, Shang Houhua had met Old Sun. Old Sun was one of those eccentric independently wealthy men who never married and liked to collect weird shit. Among that weird shit was something cursed which made the entire estate a horror zone. Old Sun had done everything to stop it. He'd tried to get rid of it only for it to find him. He'd tried to get it blessed at a temple only for it to throw the monks around like dolls until they'd called quits. He'd tried to move away abandoning his home in the city for his estate in bumfuck nowhere. He'd hired cultivators, other rogues, only for them to take the money and split.

He could only dismiss his staff to protect them and set out to beg help from one of the righteous sects with the increasingly starving ghost dogging his steps and weakening him.

Shang Houhua had found the old man collapsed on the road and helped out, noticing the nice clothes he'd been wondering idly about a possible reward, when resentful energy started to waft off him making Shang Houhua choke on his lunch.

Thankfully he'd recognized the item, a minor cursed bangle of a famous courtesan that had been part of a mini quest. After working his way through as many cursed jewelry plotlines as he could he'd eventually remembered this specific bangle and set the spirit to rest, dispersing the resentful energy.

Old Sun had woken up happy, healthy,and uncursed. He was so grateful he insisted Shang Houhua come spend the night at his home and be rewarded. Shang Houhua was not about to say no and happily accepted. He could, literally, not afford any chance at money.

He just hadn't expected the man to adopt him, shamelessly dragging him into his house.

After a while Shang Houhua accepted because he actually liked sleeping in a bed and he gained his third family. Fourth if you counted his shortly lived martial family. It took some adjustment but Shang Houhua wound up actually liking Old Sun and, even more bewildering, was liked in return. Shang Houhua helped him identify the weird shit he collected, occasionally adding to the collection, and Old Sun feed and clothed him all while cheerfully listening to rants about story ideas.

Shang Houhua had no trouble picking out his favorite, his first real and positive, family member.

It was on one of his trips to buy ingredients to start up his soap business that had started him down the road of Demonic Social Worker. He'd helped hide one terrified teenager from a mob, sneaking her out of town, and next thing he knows she's turning up at the estate to ask to repay him. Old Sun insisted on offering her a position and kept insisting as others slowly trickled in as the Don't Ask policy of their staff choices spread and they slowly filled the empty house.

Old Sun had been delighted by the noise and people they gathered while he'd been alive. He'd happily bounced the stablemaster's baby with suspicious sharp teeth and pointy ears on his knee and chatted enthusiastically with Steward He about his collection ignoring when the man fell into first person describing the bloody history of some demonic items.

Shang Houhua had simply continued the tradition when he'd suddenly inherited and expanded it with his business, spreading out their household as traders and managers when he could.

He was fairly certain Luo Ren and himself were the only fully human people in the building.

–

Honestly a future Demon Empress was only the next step up. Or at least that's what he tried to tell his panicking mind. And she wasn't permanent. He would lead her to Tianlang-jun and happily fuck off back to obscurity.

Definitely.

A knock interrupted his screaming and Shang Houhua removed the pillow from his face to clear his throat and give permission to enter.

It was Steward He and the man was looking unruffled as always, at least until Shang Houhua noticed the way his hands were carefully hidden in his robes, his skin seemed unnaturally smooth and more youthful, and his eyes were amber tinted.

Also upset then.

"Lady Xiyan is demanding an audience," Steward He said mostly neutrally in a way that meant he was far from neutral. "And we've received a request from a group of Huan Hua Palace cultivators to scour the town and our grounds in search of a missing disciple. The town's leaders have instructed them to obey your decision on the matter."

Shang Houhua shoved the pillow back down and Steward He allowed him a few moments to scream.

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Ectober Day 30: Disguise - The Guise Of Change

When Danny died he really didn’t change much at all, and that was a problem. But ghosts only resembled their living selves rather than looking the same as they once did.

Danny’s well aware his disguise is flimsy at best, borderline non-existent at worst. The divide between his two halves was practically reliant on the fact that being half-dead was illogical and should be impossible. Like, literally and explicitly impossible; even in the opinion of ghost experts. Slapping on a jumpsuit and some colour changes does not a good identity-hiding costume make. He had felt a little jealous of Vlad in that regard. Put Masters and Plasmius next to each other and almost no one is going to think they’re even related. The face shape was pretty much the only similarity, but the shadows a ghosts glowing eyes could throw across their faces really changed the way their faces looked. Ancients, that’s probably the only reason his parents’ hadn’t recognised Danny Phantom’s face as being identical to their son's face. Same for the rest of his body honestly, his jumpsuit didn’t exactly hide his figure. If he lost his glow he would have probably be screwed. Utterly screwed.

Problem was, he couldn’t change his ghost form. That was literally just his body, his suit was basically a second skin. Hair couldn’t be dyed and if he wanted to wear a mask it would get constantly destroyed, and he’d have to carry it with him constantly. The chances of someone finding said mask on human Danny Fenton was too great a risk and absolutely would get him revealed in a heartbeat. And he wasn’t about to ask Vlad how the heck his ghost form looked so different from his human one. Even the guy's physique changed. Masters was a skinny man, Plasmius had a comically broad chest. But Danny’s not about to let that man think he’s learned anything from him. Vlad is not going to be his mentor in any shape, way, or form. Fuck that guy and his villainous ulterior motives.

So that had kinda left him in a bit of a pickle. So what did he do? Eh, what he usually does. Ignored the problem and hoped it went away, while also making his paranoia just that much worse. Did that usually work out for him? Hell no. It usually bit him squarely and directly in the ass soon rather than later. So whole ass, he expected to get bit; and probably by some stupid mistake or something ridiculously simple. Like someone taking a photo of him and accidentally turning on their phone’s colour invert. His parents’ tech messing up was always a possibility and had almost shattered his disguise more than once. To this day he is supremely glad that Dash is a bloody moron and that his dad is stupidly easily distracted. But standing in front of his mirror changing between his forms, he thinks he might just avoid that ass bite for once in his half-life.

Watching the muscle on his arm change, shrinking down in human form to the point where he’s borderline scrawny then bulking up in ghost form to the point where he thinks he’s got a more muscular look than Dash does. Even his bone structure seemed to be changing now. His ghost form had a muscular broadness that his human form simply didn’t. Even his hands got bigger in that strong man muscular way. It weirded him out a little actually. But his running theory was that all the fighting and his increasing ecto-level was all going to his ghost half, rather than his human one.

Sure he knows now that some of the other changes -like his fangs, claws, and tapered ears- were just him starting to develop into an adult ghost. His jumpsuit was going through its own changes naturally too, but that really doesn’t help him disguise himself at all. Plus the similarities to Dan’s jumpsuit, that he was starting to notice, was hard to feel happy about. At least he hasn’t started forming a cape or anything yet; even if that actually would help make his body look different between forms. Well okay, the pointiness did frame his muscles in a way that made them a little more noticeable. So he guesses it does help a little.

The wavy smoky look his hair was taking definitely hid its shape, he just seriously hoped it stays wavy thick smoke and doesn’t transition into full-on flames. Sure that would make his forms look even more different, but he’d rather his forms look similar than look like Dan. But... sighing and shaking his head at the mirror, Dan was his future self, that’s probably what he’s going to look like no matter what he does. Well, excluding the red eyes. ClockWork had told him how the eye colour change had been due to Core damage that the whole ‘tearing out his humanity’ thing caused. He used to tell himself that he wouldn’t wind up looking like Dan since future Vlad said Dan was a combination of Phantom and Plasmius. But nope, according to the much more trustable resource that is ClockWork, Phantom had cannibalised Plasmius in pretty much a psychotic bout of madness. Since apparently completely cannibalising another ghost can make you stronger and even steal their powers. Danny is never making use of that information.

Changing back human, another good thing was that none of the injuries he got ever scarred. Because no way could he explain all the kinds of scars he would have otherwise. Running a hand over his jaw, even his face was leaner in human form; and his cheekbones and eyes were a little shadowed/sunken like he didn’t quite eat or sleep enough, which he didn’t. He was starting to get facial hair in both forms though, at least it was kinda smoky in ghost form though. Running his thumb over the stubble, it annoyed the heck out of him how it was growing in as a pointy goatee and literally nothing he did seemed to change that. He’s pretty much resigned himself to the look at this point because he is not just shaving it off. He’s also resigned himself to Vlad making ‘approving’ and ‘mocking’ comments about it. Whatever, the guy can shove it.

Now, the only thing he didn’t like about the differences between his forms was that it wasn’t just his appearance. He actually was physically weaker in human form. He didn’t just look scrawny, he was scrawny. It was annoying as Hell and very often he forgot that he couldn’t lift something in human form that he could in ghost form. It almost annoyed him enough to make a damn point to workout in human form. Problem was, that would run the risk of his human form developing in the same way as his ghost one. He didn’t want to make his forms look even more similar. And Ancients, both Fenton and Phantom bulking up? Talk about suspicious. That would be just another thing for anyone suspicious of him to add to their lists of suspicious shit. So he’d rather put up with the annoyance and inconvenience of a weak human form. Hell, he wore baggy clothing to accentuate his skinniness.

Moving to flop down face-first in bed, changing between forms a bit just to feel his feet dangle off the bed slightly and then not at all. The height difference was something else getting annoying. He’s blaming that on him not eating enough, his ghost forms height had nothing to do with a good diet, unlike his human form. He honestly expects that as an adult there’s going to be a solid foot difference between his forms. Maybe more. Honestly? He’s just gonna have to get used to the differences. Even something as simple as rolling his shoulders or taking a deep breath felt so different between forms. But hey, it was worth his secret identity not being nearly as see-threw as glass. Now it was more like very foggy glass.

The personality differences he made a damn point to emphasis between his forms probably helped too, which used to be hard to do but now it just felt natural to be meek and timid while human then bold and carefree while ghost. Which Jazz worries wasn’t exactly healthy, for him to effectively be juggling two personalities, that he genuinely might have forcibly developed two personalities. Even his friends have pointed out how he’d act a little differently based on form even when it was just with them. But needs be musts. If he had a level of a split personality then so be it. Besides, being stronger made him feel bolder, being smaller made him feel like more of a pushover. That just seemed right and natural. Being tiny just makes people feel tiny. Being large in a muscular way just makes people feel imposing. That’s normal, right? Eh oh well, if it’s not then it’s not. He’s not normal in the first place anyway. And yeah, he wasn’t doing the whole superhero disguise thing even remotely normal or according to the movies and comic books. But fuck it, it seemed like it was going to work out for him, and he doesn’t have to carry around a suit or disguise crap. There will be no changing in phone-booths for him or wearing a jumpsuit under his clothing (which honestly? Talk about an easy way to get caught).

Hell, maybe those fictional heroes should be jealous of him. All he had to do was alter his molecular/genetic structure and the substance his body was made out of, not cart around a whole ass disguise and perpetually speed change. And now that his body was changing, well maybe he actually was lucky.

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