may i have a fun fact about lisaph?
her species is wildly different from ours in terms of both biology and lifestyle! not only does the red hellcat (hexelis sicarus) have three common sex morphs instead of two, they also don't really have "childhoods" in the way that we do.
if childhood is defined as the period of time during which a human is dependent on their parents, then hellcats are never children! they are born as nymphs, which start out looking much like a clouded leopard or margay (plus some extra limbs). they need no parenting, because as soon as these kittybugs are born they are ready to fight, flee, and kill their own prey! nymphs will spend their early years up in the trees, hunting small arboreal prey. meanwhile, the adults live more on the ground, hunting a variety of both small and large terrestrial prey. this way, the adults and the nymphs don't directly compete with each other for resources.
during nymphhood, the hellcats will form strong social bonds with a few other nymphs and learn how to use teamwork. when they grow into their adult forms, these duos or trios of youngsters will either join an existing adult clan, or start their own with some other new adults.
Lisaph had her home range destroyed when she was a very young nymph, and she was the only nymph to make it out (as far as she knows). so, while she never relied on her older companion Geneph to provide for her, because nymphs are perfectly capable of hunting and scavenging for themselves, she did especially cling to him because her social needs were not being met by having other nymphs to bond with. this kind of pair bond is very unorthodox, as fully-metamorphosized adults usually don't interact with nymphs, but something about both being endlings really saw them lean on each other. Lisaph calls Geneph her older brother, but he doesn't quite agree with that term as that sort of familial bond doesn't exist in their culture. a more appropriate label in his mind would be mentor and later, partner in crime.
as a reward for sitting through that spiel, here are the first concept images i ever drew of Lisaph and Geneph!
as you can see, they've changed a lot over the few couple years they've bounced around my head.
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holds out my hands
greeting my mcbling angel
maybe i pretty please ask for shoto, iida and denki meeting their own mcbling hottie 🙏🙏🙏
- 🍥 anon
pro heroes meeting their mcbling gf
♱ todoroki, iida, kaminari
♱ pt.1 here
notes : ur too cute anon 🥰🥰
Shoto has been stood staring at his options for soba for the past ten minutes. He’s deep in decision, hand on chin, in the middle of the store just before closing.
So deep in thought, he’s completely oblivious to you strutting round the corner to the aisle he stood in.
You’re on your phone, moving by muscle memory. Your favourite noodles are always in the same spot, so your uggs lead you to where the soba is-
But you look up.
Shoto- your favourite pro hero, for reference- is stood like the motherfucking Thinker. In your presence.
You backpedal, but it’s too late- he’s seen you!
Shoto turns you to and his eyes widen. You’re in a neon pink graphic cami, big hoops hiding from beneath (locs/braids/curls/strands) and as his eyes trail down…
His cheeks go as pink as the thong peeking out your pants’ waistband. I mean, Shoto didn’t really have time to register your slack jaw.
There’s so much running through your head at the minute- who wears a black compression shirt to the store? How are his muscles bigger in real life than on billboards? Why does his hair look so soft?
He coughs and it breaks the moment.
“Oh- sorry, can I just-”
“Yeah, I apologise,” He replies. When you lean over to grab your noodles, a waft of sugary, almost sickly, perfume hits his nose. It was intoxicating- not in a bad way.
You’re trying to steady your breathing- he’s just another guy, Y/n, chill! Boys fall left and right for you, just breathe.
Breathe.
“You’re Shoto right?”
Ohmygodidiotidiotofcoursehe’sshotowhaythefuckyo-
“Yes, that’s me.” He smiles slightly, corners of his lips lifting. Every nerve in your body is screaming to swoon - maybe he’d catch your fainting body?
You could look into his gorgeous eyes, and he’d brush the hair from your face-
“Is everything alright?”
You snap out of your daydream and smile awkwardly. “Uh… I’m just a big fan, is all.”
He nods and smiles down at you, softly. You clear your throat and hoist your bag further up your shoulder.
“I like your clothes.”
Your world stops for a minute. How do you breath again? It’s not hard, Y/n, come on-
“Where did you get the inspiration?” He says. Shoto makes no move to leave - you’re not an annoying fan, begging for his autograph.
Plus, you have the prettiest eyes he’s ever seen.
You blink owlishly at him - his heart skips a beat, of course - and you just nod dumbly for a second. Then, it registers that he’s actually interested in you?
“Umm… 2000s stuff, American celebrities mainly. What about you?”
Shoto huffs a chuckle, “I don’t really have style.” He glances at his watch, and his smile morphs into a… pout? It’s subtle, but his brows furrow ever-so-slightly, and his bottom lip just out a little bit.
“Oh God, don’t let me keep you,” You hurry. Good lord, your face is burning up aggressively.
He shakes his head, but bites his lip still looking at his watch. “No, I’m on shift soon… it was nice meeting you…?”
“Oh, Y/n!”
Shoto smiles again, glances at his watch with an internal frustrated groan. He needed more time to talk to you, to understand you, to get to the bottom of the neon pink and leopard print-
Oh, right.
“Could I get your number, Y/n?”
:::
Tenya spent his nights going on walks. Why? Because he liked to meet his neighbours’ dogs… did he know that’s why he liked them, however? No. He just thought walking around gave him immense joy for no reason.
And they call him ‘smart’.
His favourite dogs were the least of worries when he walked past the park and heard shouting.
Tenya’s head snapped to, and he was marching through the park gates.
You, a grown woman, were stood on a table, wafting away… chihuahuas. You, in a tiny denim skirt and a babydoll top, were using your small purse to shoo away a trio of stray chihuahuas.
In all fairness, Tenya disliked chihuahuas the most of all the dogs he’d met, but he’s never seen someone in platform sneakers clamber onto a picnic bench to get away from them. Or scream at the top of their lungs at the tiny puppies.
He could not help but let out a laugh at the sight, making you look up at him. You straightened up a bit and stopped screaming, but still sounded shaky.
“You’re that hero right?”
“My name is Ingenium, yes,” he replied. One of the rat-dogs had turned to growl at him now, but Tenya paid no mind to it.
You pointed at the dogs. “Could you… y’know, be a hero and save me?”
He raised a brow without meaning to. He shouldn’t be judging you for your fears - he’s a hero! Here to help everyone!
But still… three tiny dogs?
He sighed and nodded. Suddenly, all three dogs were in his arms, and being carried towards the kid’s sandbox. He paid no mind to them nipping and jumping up- not like they could escape his large forearms.
Large firearms that you were looking at with much interest…
He returned, ignoring the yapping puppies trying to escape the gates, but not being tall enough to get out. “I’ll call animal control, Miss…”
“Oh, just call me Y/n. What should I call you?” You asked, taking his hand and stepping down.
Tenya tried to ignore how small your hand was in his, or how your skirt hitched up your thighs when you stepped down. Instead, he helped you stand upright on your wobbly legs, and pushed down his blush when you thanked him.
“Iida. Tenya Iida.”
You looked him up and down. Tenya Iida was tall, broader than a fridge and had glasses you desperately wanted to push up his nose for him.
“Well, Tenya Iida… can I take you out for a drink to thank you?”
Tenya froze and he couldn’t stop the red that stretched across his face at your question. But he nodded. But it was so unprofessional! A true hero would never use a victim’s position to their advantage, the power imbalance was-
“I’ll need your number then!” You sang out.
Tenya’s internal protests were lost as he passed you his phone, and you type in your digits with your long, zebra print nails.
:::
Now, Denki has met a few of Mina’s friends. They were all… nice. He flirted casually, maybe exchanging numbers with them, but they never ended up getting a call.
So when Mina announced she was bringing ‘fresh meat’ to their group’s monthly reunion, he didn’t really prepare himself for much.
Then, you walked in.
All giggles, sparkly black eyeshadow and lipgloss. Mina was whispering in your ear before strutting you through the doorway, but Denki was more focused on your shiny lips curling up into a grin.
A black tube top held you in, pink bikini straps wrapping around the back of your neck. His eyes travelled down- shamelessly, might I add- to the leggings hugging your curves. ‘PINK’ written on your ass caught his attention like a siren, and your matching hot pink toes from your sandals didn’t help either.
“This is Y/n!”
Katsuki and Eijiro barely looked up, immersed in an aggressive game of … cards, or something - Denki was not paying attention to them. He was, however, paying keen attention to the once-over Hanta gave you.
Mina grabbed your bangled-wrist and tugged you to sit with her between the two boys.
The unmistakeable scent of sugar and apples wafted over his face when you sat down. You shot him a big, toothy grin and Denki thought he was going to short-circuit right there-
He didn’t realise he actually was letting off electricity until he watched your hair stand on end.
“What the…” You tried to pat your hair down, while Mina cackled behind you. The pink woman draped an arm around your shoulder.
“Aww, Denki’s all nervous! Look at him!”
You stopped focusing on your hair and looked at the man next to you. Lean, tan and blushing furiously. He was, in truth, letting sparks fly off him like a faulty wire.
You chuckled, “You alright?”
Denki did not know what to do. You were staring at him with a cheeky smile, eyes wide and soft, and his friends were laughing and pointing at him behind you.
“Yes.” It was the only word the poor boy could get out. You snorted at him and rolled your eyes, pulling out your phone.
He watched with wide eyes as you grabbed his hand but you pulled back for a minute when he shocked you.
“Shit- sorry-”
“Just put your number in my phone, okay?”
You held out the device in your hand with a cocky grin.
Mina had to usher him to another room to calm down before he blew your phone up in his hand by accident….
note: pls shoto is so OOC IDFK HOW TO WRITE HIM 😭
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