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soaricarus · 7 months

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DEAR VOIDS SLUGCAT DESIGNS HERE WE GO.

also this nightcat is seperate from my invterator askblog nightcat. for clarification

id honestly consider the cut arena scug 4 an oc at this point. it deviates so much from the One sprite we get. oops

seperates + Not So Line Lineup under cut AS WELL AS DESIGN NOTES woooh boy. MIND YOU its really long

the Not So Line Lineup

survivor! scar on snout is based on one of the cut arena sprites for player 1, it has a little.. scar? notch? line? there. survivor passage symbol on head as well and freckles :) some brown to match monk sorta. spikey fur!

^ what the scar is based on

overall more rounded than survivor, to reference the monk passage symbol which is also on their head. a little dewlap to reference gourmand - i think gourmand and survivor and monk are related. lighter yellows to reference survivor!

third sibling!!! the little orange line on their head is actually karma 7 (i realized survivor is karma 5 and monk is karma 6- so why not go with the theme?) and a sorta partial saint symbol on their head, missing the middle line. yellow/red accenting color to reference monk and survivor sorta. blu :)

sorta pinker. based on one of my old draft designs, just made a little better. green accent color to match sig. a little fluffy and sharp. ear tufts cause theyre fun and a tufted tail. hunter passage symbol is also on tail teehee. sig's head symbol is also on hunter. the scar is also green

nightcat is some sorta weird echo thing. to me. little wings for the fun of it. i dont have much on this design honestly other than i used dodge A Lot. the accenting pink on the dark purple parts was originally an accident but like? it vibes.

wanderer! cause actually why not. the white symbol on their chest is a half of sig's symbol, i'd like to think sig helped suns make wanderer. if you put its head symbol together with nightcat it makes the scholar :) blue accenting color is close to the negative/opposite colors of nightcat.

i dont have many notes for this biggol guy. sorta looks alike survivor and monk i suppose. feathers! theyre sorta rose colored i think. idk. it looks nice. simple patterns cause gourmand is a symbol guy

artiiii. i wanted to put an accent color on arti but it was so Hard because i was Stubborn and Needed That Damn Cyan on it. markings based on a siamese cat except for the ones on the arm and legs, theyre sort of tabby based?

green pup is tabby based in markings, pink sorta looks like flower petals. blue pup is siamese cat based in markings and the yellow? idk it looked nice

RIVULETTT. i love rivulet. i made the bright sunset gradient contrast by adding some darker but still vibrant blues and purples to the design, as well as a cream. there's also actual gills udner the display frills (which also got a color update to match instead of being an offbrand bi flag). also webbed fingers!!!

vibrant fuckin purple because it looks nice actually. made it have some cream-pink-purple thing as underbelly instead to make it look nicer. head markings are based directly on suns :) biggol Orb Eyes to Stare In Your Soul. accenting colors sorta match rivulet? idk? they just look nice without contrasting too much. also whiskers. and tall. and thin with long ass grabbers

i kept getting "portal colors" and "aroace flag" and like YEA YALL ARE RIGHT ACTUALLY i just wanted to fit blue and orange on it though lmao. anyway pretty simple body markings to make up for the Six Fucking Accent Colors. three forehead dots are yellow while there's an x on its back and head thats blue... to imitate the rot :) why? figure it out yourself

inv!! not much has changed since honestly i just saturated the colors a bit more i think. idk. i like the yellow on inv though so i make it more prominent sorta? just a guy. still an iterator that turned itself into a slugcat. to me.

originally based on this cut arena slugcat

then i uh. accent color and scales and um. um. im so normal about this slugcat holyshit curveberry my beloved.... anyway the scales were originally a dark teal? then i hueshifted them and Oh Fuck Dusk Colors Holy Shit. its so good i genuinely love this design so much i doodled it lmao. the scales are based on a pangolin. i actually have ideas for this if it were to be a slugcat campaign...

another cut arena slug! this time this one. i tried to keep it more in line rather than go a bit silly ehe. i still like how this came out- i think the accent color is nice. it looks like bingus to me actually. bingus slugcat

iggy projection slug. weird thing with lines under its eyes

to me this is another of nsh's purposed messengers. the lil guy that sent the distateful message. whatever it was icr the exacts but. him. boy. the darker pink is like armor like a centipede. looks like ham to me

iggy projection slug that had silly little small ears so i thought i'd include them

i was having so much trouble with this design but @pinkavtomation actually helped me out because i was. Struggling so hard and i was streaming doing these designs in vc (for 9 hours straight... voids) 'n it sent this and honestly. yeah. funky vitiligo cat to me.

colors r sorta based on vanilla and chocolate icecream???? thats what i was thinkin when i was lookin at it honestly. just a lil guy to me

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ghoodles · 4 months

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A sort of list of ghoul headcanons i have! Its a big ol thing with mostly anatomy sooo read under the cut :3

Forms and glamours

Ghouls typically have four stages to a glamour. Well, three to four.

Stage glamour:

What it says on the tin, the whole mask and everything, they look akin to humans anatomy wise (with some exceptions, i.e if a ghoul is mutated, but more on that later) but the mask is in fact, well.. part of their anatomy. They just have a second 'face' under that looks akin to their human glamours. This glamour is specifically provided for when an instrument is tied to them, and lasts for how long they play and then about an hour. It can also stack from past practices and whatnot, so depending on how long theyve been there and bonded, it can in fact vary.

Full glamours:

Carbon copies of human anatomy (again, with some exception), you cannot tell the difference between a ghoul and a human if they are glamoured like this. It is, however, extremely taxing to do so, and will end up tiring them out quickly. Depending on how much they do it, however, they can increase the duration. At the bare minimum, its about an hour before they have to turn back.

Unglamour 1:

This is, essentially, the more humanized versions. They look more like how people portray demons, with the horns and tails and other unhuman features, and features can vary from type to type. Such as:

Water: Fins, Scales, Tail is sort of like a fish.

Fire: Dragonlike in appearance, slits in eyes, tail is absent of a spade.

Earth: Goat, Deer or Elklike in appearance. Most earth ghouls have hooves, but can also have normal legs if they so wish. Tail is spiked and has a spiked spade.

Air: Fluff and fur on some spots (Knees and below) Their tails resemble a lion's. Some air ghouls have wings, but they are rare, and pretty small.

Quintessence: Space-like in appearance. Most older Quintessence ghouls have their bodies put together, but you can find small wisps emitting from the younger ones. Due to their matter not exactly being the most.. stable, they can in fact shapeshift!

Multi: Varies wildly, depending on proficiency of element, or what elements they were raised with back in the pit.

Unglamour 2:

Monster-like in appearance, you do not want to engage, as when the ghouls are in this form, they are most likely hunting. Forms can vary wildly, but still following the rules of the criteria above.. just, more. Quintessence is the only one with a major difference from the ones, as they are masses of dark matter. If you look closely, you can see specks that look almost like stars.

Element stuff:

Fire:

Fire ghouls are the most common ghouls in the pit, along with water. They can be found all around the pit, and can vary from pitborn to those who were human.

Earth:

Earth ghouls are in tune with the nature and, well, earth sround them. They can sense the weather (depending on the severity, it can in fact turn into a migrane) and have a bit of control over the plants around them.

The earth ghouls are the ones that were closest to the earth, its rare of them to be seen deeper in the pits. Most of them are humans turned ghoul.

Air:

Air and Earth ghouls typically are in the same areas, though they're typically born in the pits, unlike the earth ghouls.

Water:

Water ghouls are essentially like fire, there's a surplus of them in the pits, and can vary from pitborn to people that were once human.

Quintessence:

Quintessence ghouls are.. a peculiar type of ghoul. Exclusively pit-born, if you could even call them that. Really, they come from an area outside of it, a void. They dont have actual physical forms before summoning.

Their powers are upon the belief that humans had that dark matter, or the element quintessence, could cure any ailment. They're, by far, the most powerful type of ghouls, as this power allows the most skilled to tap into someone's mind, and due to their own lack of solid form, they can shapeshift at will.

Multi:

Multighouls are seen wildly different in the pits than in the surface. As, well, there isnt any way to channel certain elements in the pit. So, theyre considered to have no element. However, with the ability to channel certain elements in the ministry, multighouls possess the ability to have multiple elements, although their abilities are much more limited, and purely based on their proficiency with the instrument correlating with the element. They are pit-born exclusively, with a recessive gene that causes the ability to use multiple elements.

Instruments

Instruments are the main channel of elements. When given an instrument, a ghoul can bond to it, giving them access to their stage glamours. They can replenish energy, however, sleep is more efficient. Each ghoul has a specific one theyre bonded to, however it can change, and they can have multiple.

Transitions and mutations

Transitions are only available without risk to ghouls that have the multighoul gene, but are not multighouls.

Sodo had the multighoul gene, Delta, sadly, did not. (Even then, quintessence transitions are tricky.)

The ritual performed to do so causes extreme pain, and puts the ghoul subject to it out of commission. This process varies depending on the element they are transitioning to. Only the quintessence ritual requires the presence of other ghouls, and one cannot be sure what they do.

Mutations, well, there was only one instance of it occuring. (And FUCK YOU IM INCLUDING MY OC'S LORE IDC I AM CRINGE I AM FREE.)

Typically, summoning rituals need no other animal, mammal, creature, or any being in the circle. However, there was one time where a mistake was made, and a spider crawled in there.

The ritual was attempted to be cancelled, however, it was too late, summoning a ghoul with the features of the same spider.

Mutated ghouls cannot glamour well, as their mutations cannot go under glamours.

Whether they were like this before or not, nobody knows.

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akirameta84 · 11 months

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saiki au. its in modern times but fantasy as well. the cast is fantasy creatures and stuff and ive done this in a similar manner a bit ago but ive a betrer idea now

saiki is still a dragon (eastern because noodle) and hiding it, and this time its being theyre nearly extinct and so powerful theyre usually compared to deities and worshipped despite often just wanting to live a normal life just like everyone else

so, aince his humanoid form he can take is kind of an anthropomorphic version of his true form (which isnt all that big, he can function decently well inside of buildings), he pretends to just be a kobold. kobolds here are not known for particularly strong magical prowess and arent all that uncommon.

his scales are white/gray because of his cat form in canon i always tend to do this, and back, head, and tail fur is pink. his kobold form still has fur (but long hair) which makes him a bit of an odd kobold, but its not outrageously suspicious, and can be passed off as odd genetics.

hes smol, only 5 feet or 1.5 meters because hes got quadruped styled legs despite standing on 2 like kobolds do. his true form is a bit taller than nendou in height and is very long.

a strange idea for this au as well is that saikis adopted, his adoptive family (which is his canon family) arent dragons or kobolds. idk what they are but yeah

and heres a quirk of this au that all my aus tend to have before i post them, i just usually cut them out because its getting to the point that its becoming just an original story but these stupidly specific aspects are always in my aus, i just wanted to share ine for once:

while living in the orphanage at a very young age, meaning his magic control was limited (except for his ability to take his kobold form, because hes been practicing that for his whole life because of how his true form is treated), saiki was hit by a car. his healing ability wasnt very refined and his leg was injured pretty gruesomely, and he healed it wrong. it was technically healed even if incorrect and very painful still, though, and he couldn't do anything more to it. its injured permanently, making it hard to walk sometimes if its hurting more than usual, and its generally pretty weak. he uses a cane in private but is sadly a bit too ashamed to bring it in public, despite there being nothing wrong with it

rest of the cast is fitting fantasy creatures that im pretty sure i have identical in my other very similar au

kuboyasu-werewolf

hairo-centaur

nendou-orc

teruhashi-harpy

kaidou-vampire

aiura-siren

toritsuka-pathetic kitsune

akechi-just a human. sorry akechi

this is probably pretty boring but i dont really care. i like it. and its probably more bizarre than most of my aus because i didnt cut the odd details that make it practically no longer an au and more of an original story

if you read this au regardless thank you

#saiki k #saiki kusuo no psi nan #the disastrous life of saiki k.#modern fantasy au

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1tsjusty0u · 2 months

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whats zeldas + link's + the champions' opinions on animals

OK! link and urbosa are huge cat fans. if link saw a cat he would pet it no matter the consequences (unless its someones pet and they state to not pet it). he is a cat man at heart. he also likes dogs but hes more afraid of them due to being Big and also going up to him fast and licking him. urbosa would like dogs more probably, both more than cats and against link. theyre just Neat. zelda isnt really afraid of cats but she just doesnt usually approach them, she likes dogs but honestly she wouldnt really want a pet i think. unless it was like. a fish or a guinea pig. she also would leave dogs alone unless they go up to her. but shes mostly neutral on them Unless its for studying. oh she’d make herself a robot animal honestly. just like as an assistant. i feel like a dog would be too obvious for that? but maybe something like an owl/bird/something she’d have as like. a sixth divine beast almost (though its not for divine/calamity purposes). also she probably wouldnt really enjoy the work that comes from taking care of a cat/dog so. yeag. link may get one but would most likely just visit strays than fully adopt one. plus he cant really look after a pet. urbosa wouldnt have many problems though. mipha and revali arent really the biggest.. fur fans? like i think cat/dog fur would feel weird on miphas scales and on revalis feathers. itd probably be more troublesome for mipha than revali though. so mipha would try to pet a cat but feel sad that she cant because it feels Bad. honestly she could be allergic to them, though i need to think about how sever it would be. revali isnt a fan of most animals, Especially dogs (way too heavy for him + need lots of attention that could be used for Training!!) . revali would probably get like. a low maintenance pet like a fish and then vent all his problems to it and would get So Upset when it dies (which augh yeah fair..). i dont know if mipha would have any pets in general (not even aquatic ones). maybe a plant as a substitute honestly. zelda gifts her frogbit or skunk cabbages (though those smell apparently) and she just takes care of that. daruk .. hm. honestly i dont know if im going to make him scared of dogs/cats/animals? like. hes not scared of birds (some of them frequent the mountain for those berry plants i mentioned in the flower post), lizards hes also not scared of (small and he is Bigger.), the butterflies he likes to look at but once again, no fear. but animals not on the mountain such as deer, boars, dogs, cats and foxes and maybe even herons? hes slightly scared of. also bears. he both respects the concept of a bear and greatly fears the powers of a bear. OH YEAH HORSES. daruk would get used to them eventually. and cows. but its kinda like being afraid of bugs except those animals are less dangerous except for bears. also fun fact with the cups and pottery theres actually stone/sculpted flowers in goron city!!! theres one in yunobos house look

other animals!! horses. link loves horses and his horse is the best to him, urbosa isnt really familiar with horses but she respects them, and she got her own horse when traveling not the desert. mipha revali and daruk dont really use horses (mipha might though more using carriages, she’d most likely utilize the rivers). revali doesnt really care about them, and mipha likes them. zelda having horse problems + link liking them probably has her try to avoid them mostly. she doesnt hate them but she does dislike whenever theyre around. otherwise though i think she’d be interested in how gentle/wild type horses work maybe. probably intersect the horse logic into something else. cows theyre all decent fans of, mipha especially because she can point at a water buffalo and go ‘hey i have those where i live :D!!!!!’, and link would just miss the cows at hateno village and pet the stable animals. boars.. i think theyd think theyre neat. theyre probably the most hunted animal when they do hunt, but usually they dont have too much of an opinion despite the ganon connotations. though link specifically would see it as an omen. not of bad luck or good luck but of Something. urbosa might too honestly. bears, range from Lets Not Interact with it to HELL YEAH BEAR :D. revali would actually like bears because he’s seen them in hebra and they pose no threat to him. link has almost never seen a bear in his life so hes both mildly afraid and BEAR :D. urbosa has heard of bear tales in the gerudo highlands and of bokoblins riding them (which they can do), but othwrwise she would probably stay away from them because she doesnt want to deal with a bear. mipha would have a sweet spot for bears but also avoid them. shes seen like. 1. and they are Big. daruk has already been mentioned. zelda would think bears are neat especially because of how few of them there are. crows!!! sign of many things (apparently the number of crows can mean something?), usually universally meaning Death. daruk isnt too off put by them especially because theres some near the lost woods, urbosa doesnt know about the connotation to death so to her its just ‘cool bird’, mipha is vaguely aware of it however shes never really experienced it. revali is Suspicious of crows due to him only seeing them circling satori mountain and Only that mountain, zelda does her best to . not avoid them but be aware of the superstitions. she wouldnt like the association with death, and she wouldnt like crows as a result. link would Also not like crows, less of the death superstition and more of how they were in the lost woods. to him its more like a sign of bad luck, if they guard something its best to just leave it be. it makes me wonder how theyd view the crows at satori mountain. also the in game description notes that theyre feathers are seen as a bad omen and they also steal crops. nothing much more except because of the crop thing i feel like link would slightly fear them. give them a crop whenever he sees them. foxes!!! just little guys :D. revali would complain that the foxes in hebra are better (blue coats instead of orange and all that jazz), but not much of an opinion overall. post calamity i think link would never really hunt foxes. the noises they make are sad and he sees them frequently to the point theyre like. not friends but friends. goats!!! if one tried to headbutt urbosa she'd try to flip it over, so sometimes thats why they have meat to cook. daruk isnt a fan he doesnt like how it charges at him. mipha is cautious and revali doesnt care. zelda likes them! link has no opinion. wolves/coyotes! urbosa views them as mostly a nuisance. everyones usually ok with killing them which is. kind of sad. actually its a bit funny how wolves are in packs in botw, considering the lone wolf saying. herons! food/pretty. mipha likes how they fly, and zelda is curious on why the pink and grey ones stick together sometimes. and also why theyre ON THE ROAD. meese/moose! Big. scary. mostly feared. RHINOCEROS :DD!!!!!!! zelda would Love these things -

link and mipha would be interested in the horn. revali would like it a lot, its a cool animal in His region. urbosa would be interested in them, especially because they were in hotter regions. daruk just sits back and lets everyone else interact with them. pigeons!! camping friends, theyre chill. i think post calamity link would like to think a pigeon or two would be rhoam watching the plateau in his old areas. he doesnt see pigeons in most areas, after all. rainbow pigeons would interest zelda and revali, and revali would collect their feathers either for luck or for decoration (a different color feather meaning something different), and zelda would just be interested in how/Why its colored like that. daruk thinks theyre neat! otherwise cool but meh to everyone else. (also looked at the wiki AND APPARENTLY THERES A FIREPROOF PIGEON…..). snow pigeons dont really mean anything to everyone else, but to revali theyre a symbol of cleverness/survival. if you see one its thought to mean that camping will be fruitful. theyre calls probably mean something, but it varies. ducks!!! link and mipha like them, for mipha theyre hunting partners, and for link they remind him of hateno, to him its like they visit him. daruk would enjoy them, urbosa wouldnt mind them. revali would like them. zelda also wouldnt mind them. island hawkers!!! revalis favorite animal he Loves to fly with those things. they visit medoh too and circle the village sometimes. mipha would like to watch them, urbosa would get annoyed at their shadows, daruk wouldnt mind them and neither would link, and zelda would like their patterning. seagulls!! for link specifically theyre also an omen, he mostly saw them on the beach/the abandoned ship him and aryll found. he doesnt know what the omen is though. otherwise not much to say besides being food stealing Bastards and mipha would absolutely punch one if she saw it. shes heard of seagull tales…. ALSO post calamity he uses them for fish indicators. not much else. SAND SEALS. urbosa loves them dearly and she makes fun of everyone else for not having them. theyre sledding Pros, and zelda finds them fascinating. mipha is also curious about them because shes heard of seals from the sea, so shes interested if theres a connection!! but also the sledding is a new and weird thing for her. to link theyre like horses but not. traveling buddies, but he still misses his horse……… though dont tell his horse this but he actually really does like the sledding thing. its fun. daruk would try to outrace a sand seal i think, and he likes em! revali would probably just leave them be in all honesty, its just not his thing. i think sand seals would be a sign of Winning if that makes sense. cuccos!! link would hit them three times for eggs and would scare everyone half to death. zelda wants to study their hatred/ability to attack. actually i think she’d do that youtuber thing of putting cuccos against lynels. also revali would have mixed feelings. like on one hand they look so stupid but also a mountain is named after them??? why?? but yeah chicken. fish would also have some significance like salmon for revali, sizzlefin trout being traded from the gorons to the zora, hearty bass being miphas pride to hunt, sneaky river snails being really cool to zelda, frozen porgy being a snack for urbosa, and mipha just. liking crabs. not eating them as zoras dont do that usually? but enjoying their presence. also zelda would catch bugs . alsoalso off topic but theres always a bird motif throughout hyrule castle. this is probably due to their symbol and loftwings and such but i think zelda would have Some kind of feelings towards a specific bird, i just dont know which one…. its more like the stone birds being. not an omen but a reminder of where she is. and a bird similar to the stone ones would freak her out i think

#wreath of the bild #HELLO. aigh #this reminds me i have to fill out my compendium #i should also worldbuild for zelda more honestly

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hemo-anonymous · 6 months

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⭐- any advice for a winged mutant? a good friend of mine is bindin' down h1s wings nonstop, and i wanna know if there's somethin he could do to hide th3m better/alternatively. thank ya kindly ]:) - @cheshire-oddity 's Taurin

⥭ I absolutely do !!!

⥭ First and foremost, I hope you don’t mind a bit of flamboyancey !!!

⥭ Wings are actually pretty easy to hide in plain sight

⥭ for insectoid wings that fold down, sheer shawls should be a good go to !!! If you can match fabric to wing color and texture, you can just …

⥭ Layer them on

⥭ It’ll look like you just really like creepy crawlies !!!

⥭ You can just turn into a sparkly jewel of a person !!!

⥭ This tends to work better if you’re not hemo anon, as buggy membrane wings often have your blood color written all over them !!!

⥭ If you feel confident enough, or you have some quads that dont mind sharing a color, you can do a rainbow mix of colors instead

⥭ But i know not everyone’s comfortable going out like that !!!

⥭ if their wings are more feathery, this makes it sooooo much easier now that feather and fur lined coats and cloaks are coming back in style in some alternative circles !!!

⥭ Listen to some good music, shrug on a lined coat that goes down to their ankles, and because these coats are so thick, you can keep everything but the edges hollow for the wings and no one will notice the difference !!!

⥭ For mammalian or scaled wings, its a bit harder !!!

⥭ Scaled armors and chainmail isnt super popular outside of select circles, so you might turn a few heads if you wear heavy scaled coats or cloaks

⥭ It definitely depends on what they themself is comfy with !!!

⥭ End-all be-all, pocket coats are the way to go

⥭ The term was coined with someone with wings !!!

⥭ Basically, the coat has two laters, the outerside and the lining, and the lining is sewn in everywhere except on your upper back, so you can slot your wings inbetween the layers of fabric to keep them hidden !!!

⥭ It usually mimics the look of thick fabric or heavy wool !!!

⥭ If nothing else, thats a good go-to, as well as mixing and matching !!!

⥭ A feather-lined pocket coat for mamallian or scaled wings can hide any strange bumps or movements pretty well

⥭ Im out and about so ill get you your compilation of tips in a little bit

⥭ I hope this helps !!!

#unreality #grumblr #fantroll #homestuck #fantrolls #hom3stuck #rp #grumblr closet swap

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nenebot · 4 months

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y'know what? we made a hahafunni googledoc of a researcher trying to figure out how an absurd fantasy species works so have this:

Observations and hypotheses about It

Immortality and Invincibility greater than scp 682 (and 682 can return from even zero atoms left!) is due to the fact that “each member of its species has a single ‘true’, but still not really vulnerable form in a single universe where said ‘true’ form is the only thing that exists, and the visible form i see of it is a projection that its species considers more important and the actual form. These universes can not be accessed by anyone except the ‘true’ form”. As for the “projection”, Its cells can somehow contain stupid amounts of a ton of chemicals to use for digestion, toxin neutralization, and More. don't ask how, or what the more means. On the topic of cells, they also kinda do like sea sponges where they can rearrange any organ and can just trigger cells to become stem cells and then make those cells do/become whatever.

Also due to the above, very atypical way of gleaning energy. Special receptors on surface of the material that could be considered skin-analogous by a stretch so absurd it almost breaks and has torn in quite a few places, sense what it is, take it into the body, and utilize aforementioned chemicals to convert it into whatever. Also note that it can somehow produce excess of its own cells enough to sustain itself if wanted/needed.

The texture of it, despite resembling different common materials (porcelain, plastic, and precious metals for main body, eye tissue, feathers and fur for rest) can spring and rebound even bullets if hit… due to the cell chemicals as well?

The crystalline stingers on its fluffy tails and fangs are filled with lethal toxins worse than anything previously known and become consistently more hazardous to anything that is not part of its species…

Is it made of all the same substance? Who the f— knows?! Certainly not this tired researcher…

On a similar note, why the hell is that fire-esque semi smoke-like, seemingly gas/plasma state substance that coats its wings and mimics hair something it can change at will (due to similar mechanisms as the rest of the cells) while staying the same shade of iridescent ? What liquids are its clear arms filled with, and what are the cute charm-like objects inside said liquid..?

The other day, it showed me that it can make any its tissues into vocal cords and i have no idea how to react.

It has told me that its species does not reproduce or mate in any way, and are all grossed out by that idea due to how foreign it is. Apparently, they must either evolved so that this generation is now all thats left, or were created. Either way is simultaneously beautiful and cursed.

I think the rest of the system, considering we are all repulsed aces who laugh in the face of maslows hierarchy of needs, can relate. I particularly envy the fact that they have never given birth and just must have reproduced/would reproduce asexually (while somehow maintaining genetic diversity too!). I dont know how though, it did say it was “born from a rock”... whatever that means.

It has spoken of being able to perceive all radiation wavelengths and dimensionalities. Perhaps that explains some of its quirks? Though i still cant see how that could give it control over the universe that overshadows anything from any media, and it has no pupils or marks on its iris…

Its magic seems to function similar to the system from wundersmith, complete with markings identical to what is described in the book, but on a much more powerful scale.

Now to figure out how it jumps/controls universes so well…

It said that though it can generate a cursed vocal cord structure anywhere it wants, it generally prefers to use strigulation to speak and preform mimicry and a thought leaked that was along the lines of “he doesn't need to know why?!”

Dear. (nontheistic) God.

(edit: a couple minutes later another thought leak was revealed: “he wouldn’t get it”

…W. T. F.

(it should be noted that its response to this was to giggle and say “don’t worry little one”...)

my cpu overheating

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vees-strangeworld-omniverse · 7 months

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THE CODAGIAN "FURRY SCALE" ( yes, i made one of those so i dont have to)

(NOTE: descriptions copy-pasted from DA where i normally/originally post my works. any context that is missing here on tumblr can be found on my DA [linked here and on pinned post] )

[also, first post not about argonus but just the omniverse in general. this, while definitely an older piece, still holds up very well.]

so as your average dumb diet furry I've wanted to make a furry scale for a while now. and given how I've set up an entire omniverse with different weird ass creatures and stuff, it seem a matter if time before i would try explaining the furry vs not furry kind of thing. however, as i found out while doing this, the "furry scale" is less a scale and more of a spectrum. but, here i tried.

anyways, the furry scale (Or here, the anthropomorphism scale) for strangeworld works like this:

the scale has two extremes: human and talking animal. the closer the being is to resembling one side, the more likely it has it's evolutionary origins from that side whether naturally or artificially [tumblr note: not garunteed, but it's often the case most of the time]. the scale focuses on the ratio of human-to-animal traits they have, primarily physicals appearances and the mixing-matching of human/animal parts. this scale create two layers to it: the human layer (1-3), middle layer (4) and animal layer (5-7). those layers are what typically classifies if an anthro being is considered an animal or a human.

ok, now we can get into this. there are seven main levels total to this scale:

1-regular human: a self explanatory one. it is just a regulars human, no animal parts attached.

2-mini hybrid: where most if not all kemonomimis are placed. mini hybrids have a completely normal human body with added part that don't completely disrupt the original human skeletal structure. these parts include tails, ears, wings and horns.

3-hybrid: unlike the mini hybrid, hybrids have at least 1/4 to 3/4 of their human body parts replaced by an animal's. those parts sometimes still keep the human structure, but it's mixed with an animal. the parts that are left human are usually the arms, torso and/or head. sphynxes, as well as animal-headed beings, normal centaurs and satyrs fit here

4-true anthro: true anthros fit comfortably in the middle of the scale, since they can have both human and/or animal origin depending on the universe they came from. they always have most of the major animal parts (head, tail, fur, wings, etc.), but they still have a heavily recognizable human body structure. even when having digitigrade feet, their still relatively the same proportion as a normal human foot.

5-semi-anthro: semi anthros are much like true anthros, except they have more animal parts to them, most notably the limbs. this place also include taurs (furry centaurs), since they have the upper body of an anthro and the lower part of a normal animal.

6-walking animal: walking animals are a self-explanatory one. they're animals that walk on two legs like a human, and while arms are almost identical to that of the animal's it still have some human functions like opposable thumbs and holding objects.

7-talking animals: another self explanatory one. talking animals, apart from their sentience, are just complete normal animals in appearance.

some other facts about this scale:

-post humans (like in man after man) are considered humans (1) in codagian classifications.

-sophonts like dinosauriods and sentient corvids are placed with the animal layers.

-although animal-headed beings are classified as hybrids through the omniverse, some planets will place them with the middle layer because they have an animal head.

-this scale can also apply to aliens and non-earth animal / beings, i just used normal earth animals for the sake of simplicity here.

#anthro #posthuman #talkinganimals #furryscale #furryanthro #speculativeevolution #furry scale #because i needed to make one that's more defined and not a meme/joke thing

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roycefoxarts · 1 year

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COMMISSION BATCH 5 IS OPEN!!

The previous batch is done, but money is still tight, and I need to keep the funds coming. I will take a short break after the opening of the coms, but I will be accepting commissions orders during the break. I just wanna take care of some personal art. I enjoy drawing for you guys and being both generous and experimental, but rent fund is important, and I can only offer so much at a time. I am still close to landing full scale employment, but I am not there yet.

I know I added greyscale to the line art, and I love doing that. In my regret, made the choice to make greyscale a seperate item rather than something I randomly add to the lineart tier. I am sorry, but rent money is important. Living in CA isn't cheap.

I appreciate your understanding and I am sorry for the inconvenience. I love you guys and I love drawing for you all. And if I could, I would draw for free, simply because I see art as a hobby rather than a profession.

Though I will still offer a 15% discount for anything sumo related, since that happens to be my selling point (i tried fighting it, but there is no escaping where I started).

Even if you cannot afford, You can always help by spreading the word and reaching a larger audience.

I thank you all for your support, It means a lot to me.

Now for the rules

Before I can begin, Let me lay down what I prefer to draw.

-Slim -fat fur -tasteful nsfw -vore (with heavy restrictions) -certian action scenes -modern or fantasy

and what I WILL NOT DRAW for a commission:

-overcomplex drawings (they take significantly longer than they should and I prefer to risk drawing complex stuff on my own time) -Gore (Which leaves hard vore out of the question) -Abuse and cruelty art (Things like rape, abuse, or degradation.) -Slob or uber immobile fat. -Capepunk (Modern "realistic" Superhero genre. I just don't like the current modern superhero genre and its oversaturation.) -Certain Copyrighted characters and IPs (There can be some exceptions) -Other people's OCs without their permissions (There is drama around it. Dont drag me into any more drama.) -Characters that are or look underaged (I have the FBI on speed dial) -Diapers fetish (just...just no) -Political art (Should I even need to explain why?). -politically incorrect shit (You are more mature than this.)

To order to order a commission from me, You need something of a social media presence. at least a DA, Twitter, or most importiantly FA, that you had for some time at the time of ordering a com. This allows me to screen for security purposes.

I will not be accepting commissions from:

-Newly created FA or social media pages, be it burner accounts or whatever. -social media individuals that have a significant degree of controversy within the last year or so. I want to avoid controversy. -individuals under the age of 18. -Individuals that have a habit of hiding their behaviors behind "muh free speech." I would rather be with mature people thank you very much. -MAPS (should I even explain?) -People who make their political views their own personality (I dont want you as my customer base anyways)

The second thing to fill out a google form, this has everything you need to make an order from teir to whether you want the com to be nsfw or not.

Major thing to note: Do remember that I reserve the right to refuse service to anyone for any reason. So my apologies in advance.

Lastly, If I approve, I will send you the invoice. I am a Pay-upfront person, so that means if you want your slot in the queue, you need to pay upfront and that is strictly invoice only.

When you Order from me, you agree to the written agreements stated above and any violation would bar you from any future coms. Standards come first over money.

#open commissions #commission info #furry #fat furry #fat fur #sumo wrestling

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dragonskulls · 2 years

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HEEE HEEE i drew all five leaders of my AshWing story thingy (i am aware of the similarities with warriors im tRYING). it is still a work in progress so things may change in the future regarding the traits of the varieties and i WILL give more details

some descriptions as well as individual headshots under the cut tee hee

swift shadow, leader of the Silent Swamp: the oldest of the five and by far the most mysterious. She rarely talks at meetings or festivals, and prefers to keep what happens in her quiver inside of it.

she is very tall and slender with venomous fangs, a physique quite common in swamp dragons (i will come up with better buzzwords). also she has heterochromia, her other eye is completely green. the bright orange frill and thing in her neck would normally be practically the same color as the rest of her body, but these body parts are used as intimidation against predators, as by pumping blood to them they become larger and way more vivid in coloration, other swamp dragons can have different colors. the pits in the snout are sensory organs similar to those of a snake, making them able to detect bodily heat. the ones in the neck can be used to secrete poison and as rudimentary gills, quite useful in their environment (although i am kinda unsure on the frills and gills. is it rainwing genes? convergent evolution with the coast dragons or seawings? WHO KNOWS). with the swamp dragons im going with more of a poison theme so we’ll see.

Stone, leader of the Soaring Mountains: kind and easy going, always makes sure to do the best for his dragons and avoid needless violence. He is the second oldest leader and the largest, being a low land mountain dragon; this quiver is “divided” by high land (more adapted for flight and smaller in size) and low land ashwings (the biggest in the island with very tough scales, they’re tanks and absolute units). the crest in his head is a trait more abundant in low land dragons, being a hard bone protection against falling rocks or also used as defense for head butting (idc about realism shhgghgrhhg).

Caribou, leader of the Dim Forest: calm and level headed, but willing to stand her ground. Half of her face got burnt in an unlikely incident with a geyser. im thinking of making the forest variety the more average one or at least the closest one to their ancestors (frostwings). dont know if i will add the fur as a trait of this strain.

shark tooth, leader of the roaring coast: very aggressive and distrustful of other quivers. she’s got the shimmer scale mutation common in coast dragons (name may change), making her scales more “colorful” and shiny, with bluer hues. very sharp and spiky, two rows of teeth and gills (not as advanced as those of a seawing though), the tongue works similar to a chameleon’s, except it is speared at the end. i do not know wether ill keep the purple-ish spines in the shoulders (those green things are just highlights not markings lol)

thing wing, leader of the vast moor: the youngest and brashest, very distrustful of everything but masks it with aggression. he is very small, even for moor dragons which are on average the smallest in size. You all know this guy

#wings of fire #wof #my ocs #fantribe #ashwing #shark tooth #thin wing #stone #swift shadow #caribou #art #dragons

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feral-ella-flynn · 3 years

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Paying the Toll, pt 2: M Troll x F Human, SFW (for now)

Part 1

Male Troll + Female Human

still SFW (so far)

2.5K/6.5K word draft

tagging @feralprose @monster-bait @apocalypticromantic666 @pre-schoolervengance @bresilienne-ami @soivebuiltupaworldofmagic @dont-call-me-a-faerie @kirmalight (comment to be tagged in updates!)

I bet no one expected this to be updated! Including me! This installment is definitely not as long as I intended, because I got really hung up on details--that’s why I’m posting anyway, to get some momentum so that hopefully the third part will be both longer and not so tardy.

Escaping a goblin raid on your village leads you to a bridge, but you have nothing to offer the troll who guards it for a toll...except yourself

You wake in darkness. At first you aren't sure you're awake at all--it's only by touching your own eyelids that you can feel sure they're open. It seems to make no difference between the thick, pressing dark around you either way.

“Mattie?” you whisper, your voice thin and hoarse.

There’s no answer, and understanding comes crashing down on you, like floodwater overwhelming a dam. You are not in your cramped room under the eaves of the big house, Mathilde is not sleeping on the narrow bed an armspan away–if she’s lucky, perhaps she was able to hide in the cellars or the attics, somewhere that was safe enough until the goblin raiders felt they had run out of things to raze and ravish and moved on. Or perhaps help would come, from the regiment billeted outside the market town, or from rangers who might have been near enought to see the smoke. If Mattie was unlucky….

A sob catches in your dry throat, then turns to choking dry heaves that leave you shuddering. Bile burns on your tongue. You huddle into the nest of furs, remembering now where you are and how you came to be here, naked and alone in the pitch black.

Not alone. There is the hush of leather brushing against stone, a faint musky scent.

“Brúsi?”

“Aye.” The troll’s gravel-rough voice is low and close–you almost reach out, ready to blunder once again into his arms rather than be alone with your fears.

The scrape of flint is loud enough in the silence to make you jump. Sparks illuminate the troll, kneeling at your side, and as he coaxes the tinder to unfurl into flame you hastily wrap a fur around your bare flesh. Whatever mood made you so bold before has been banished by your nightmares.

“Is it morning?”

The troll shrugs. “Near enough.”

“Shall I–shall I make breakfast for you?” Your fingers knead anxiously in the soft nap of the pelt that you clutch closed over your chest. “What do you like for breakfast?”

The troll–Brúsi–glances at you, his head tilted in the way that is already familiar. You think it means he’s just as bewildered by your contract, and by you, as you are yourself.

“Dried goat,” he says. “Morning meal, evening meal. Unless there is a new goat.”

“Oh. Where do the goats come from?”

He shrugs. “The bridge provides.”

Well. You take a deep breath, pushing the fear and panic of the last day, of the dark dreams, down into a tight ball at the bottom of your stomach, where you can ignore it for a little while. “Does the bridge ever provide eggs?”

And so you begin your month as housekeeper to a troll.

Your clothes are badly stained, and chilly from being spread out on the stone floor, but they're dry and you dress in them anyway, trying to ignore the scrutiny of Brúsi’s dark blue eyes as he watches you. He seems fascinated by the layers as you lace your stays over your shift, tie the strings of your petticoat, and your cheeks burn with a blush as you finally button your gown. You do your best with the tangles in your hair--letting it hide your face until your heart stops thumping in your ears before you twist it into a hasty braid.

There are no eggs. But you take a lantern the troll indicates and follow him into another cave that serves as a store room.

“There is goat,” he says, pointing at the considerable supply of dried meat, “and other goods, if tha wish them.” His gesture at the heaps of bags, crates, jars, casks, boxes–all jumbled together and shoved to one side–is dismissive, as if there is nothing of value to be found. You stare wide-eyed at a bolt of fine silk, at the glint of gold from a carelessly overturned casket with a broken lid.

“What is all this?”

“Payment for the toll, for when there were no goats.”

“You don’t do anything with the things paid for the toll? They just sit and rot?”

He shrugs. “I butcher the goats.”

You can only shake your head, but the practicality can’t be denied–gold and silk isn’t much use in a cave, and it’s with less wonder but more delight that you find flour, oil, and salt.

Breakfast is fried bread--and goat meat.

Once the meal is prepared and cleaned away, the troll vanishes up the dark tunnel. He takes no lantern with him. He also doesn't say a word to you before he leaves, and you stand in the cave for a while, expecting him to come back with instructions, or–well, something. But he doesn’t, and you can only twist your hands in the skirt of your gown for so long. Eventually you pick up the lantern and explore.

There is little enough to see. Other than what you noticed when you arrived, there is an alcove that must be where the troll sleeps, on piled furs that smell musky but not unpleasant. There is the storage cave, although it seems larger than it did at first, because you realize that you can’t see the far wall before the circle of light gives way to darkness.

And then there is the tunnel entrance, where your new employer disappeared, and which presumably leads out, to--your stomach lurches at the memory of being upside down from the sky–the underside of the bridge. But perhaps that had been an illusion, and the tunnel merely led out to an opening in the bank underneath the bridge? You had been half out of your mind with fear, after all. Maybe you dreamed that part.

Maybe…maybe you could simply walk out of this tunnel, out of the dark, and walk all the way home.

Except that you agreed to a contract. And the troll did say he wouldn’t eat you, wouldn’t even touch you, which was more than any of the men at the big house ever promised...none of them had touched you, but you knew that was because you had been careful, so careful, all the time, to be invisible.

It had helped that Mattie made it easy to fade into the background. She flaunted her pretty curls and winsome dimples, and when she sometimes crept into your shared attic room well after midnight she always had a new length of fine fabric for a dress or a necklace of amber beads to show for it. You asked once if she wasn’t afraid of falling pregnant, but she just shrugged.

“I know to be careful,” she said, and hid the coins she’d gotten for selling her latest bauble away beneath her bed.

Thinking of Mattie makes your eyes sting with tears, and reminds you that probably there was no home to walk back to–and if you tried, there would likely be nothing to be done there except burying the dead. You leave the tunnel entrance alone, and busy yourself with organizing the heaped goods in the storage cave.

When Brúsi returns, he brings you eggs, freshly laid and nested in a straw packed basket.

“They had no goat." He shrugs.

Other than struggling to invent new ways of preparing goat meat, most of your time is spent sorting. You find all manner of things in the storage cave, from precious jewels to plain linen fabric. The gems and gold you store in caskets, and then can’t shift on your own–Brúsi laughs at you, and picks them up with one hand, arranging them neatly along one wall as you direct him. You stack bolts of fabric, folding shorter lengths neatly into a another chest, you line up swords with gold wrapped hilts, swords with elaborately carved scabbards, swords that are short, swords that are nearly as long as you are tall, and then there are maces and axes and other things you can’t name. There’s even a pair of pistols in a tooled leather box, their handles gleaming mother of pearl. It’s more treasure than you ever imagined, and you feel that you’re in a dragon’s den instead of a troll’s cave--except that Brúsi shows little interest in the goods, except for the goat meat.

“If you don't have a use for these things, why accept them?” you asked, after the third day of sorting boxes and bundles and barrels, and still not finding the back wall of the cave. You’d found a crown, heavy and lumpy, like something out of an ancient grave, and under it a belt of bronze scales that linked together.

The troll just shrugged. “They are the toll, for the bridge. There must be a toll.”

“Then…" you bite your lip, but blurt "can I use some things?”

“If tha hast a use for them, then mayhap the bridge meant them for tha to use.”

“You make it sound like the bridge is alive,” you murmur, running your fingers over the bolts of fabric, already imagining yourself in a dress made of such soft material.

“The bridge is the bridge,” Brúsi says.

“What does that mean?”

He just shrugs.

You sigh, picking up a bolt of wool–practical, and still finer than anything you’ve ever worn. “If the bridge provides, can I give it a list? I need thread, needles, scissors, buttons…I can’t keep wearing this dress,” you gesture down at yourself. “Not without something else to wear while I wash it, at least, but I can’t make anything without supplies. And for that matter I need soap–”

Brúsi tilts his head. “Tha may always ask the bridge, but it works slowly. Simpler for tha to go to a market.”

You stare at him, your mouth falling open. “I can? I mean, is that allowed? I thought…”

He stares at you, the intense blue of his eyes unblinking, and you finally shrug. “I just thought I couldn’t leave the cave.”

“Not for long, but art not bound to the bridge as I am. Come.” He scoops a handful of coins into a pouch and leads you into the tunnel.

The ground slopes upward under your feet, and after a time there is a door before you, swinging outward. Brúsi ducks under its arch, his broad form filling the opening. When he doesn't move to let you through, you realize that he's blocking the way deliberately. Unease spikes through you.

"Is something wrong?"

"The bridge made tha sick before," he says. “Tha shouldst close thine eyes.” You squint suspiciously up at him–is he laughing at you?–but obey. You hear the rattle of his bone-decorated belt as he steps toward you, but then he stops. “I must touch tha,” he says. “Just to lift tha over the topside.”

“All right,” you whisper. You stifle a gasp as his enormous hands circle your waist, lifting you easily off of your feet, and then after a blur of motion you feel stone under you again.

When you open your eyes, you’re on the narrow stone arch of the bridge. Your lantern flame becomes suddenly pale compared to the warm sunlight that makes you blink and squint. There is no dark and shadowed forest hemming in the river. Instead there is a road, smooth hard dirt fringed with wildflowers on either side, and the rooftops of a village in the distance.

“Where…” You look down at the bridge under your bare feet.

“The bridge is all bridges,” Brúsi says. He holds out the leather bag of coins, and you take it, staggering a bit at the weight. “Buy whatever tha need.”

You hesitate, glancing from the troll to the road. What is there to stop you from walking away and never returning, from making a life somewhere? The bag in your hand holds more money than you had ever expected to earn in your life. There would be nothing to hold you to the bridge…except your promise.

“Tha canst not escape the bridge.” Brúsi seems to be reading your thoughts, although he’s not even looking at you. He’s gazing down at the water. “Every bridge tha sets foot on will be this bridge, until the toll is paid.”

“Of course.” The bag of coins drags at your arms, and you fumble it open, taking out a handful. “I should be able to get everything I need with these–it would be dangerous to carry all the rest of this.”

The troll frowns, glancing from you to the distant rooftops. “Danger from other humans?”

“Only if I seem to have more money than I should,” you assure him hastily. “It would get attention from the wrong kind of humans. I'll be careful.”

The coins bite into your palm as your fingers clench unconsciously. The frown creases his forehead, not smoothed away by your reassurances, and you half expect him to shake his head and pick you up under his arm again, ready to toss you back under the bridge.

“Please?”

You bite your lip too late to keep the word in, but there are lazy curls of smoke rising from the distant chimneys, and you can hear the lowing of cattle nearby, the friendly chime of chapel bells...and all you can think about is cheese. Cheese, and fruit to pair it with, or potatos, perhaps. Honeycakes. Your stomach rebels at the very thought of dried goat.

Brúsi jerks his chin toward the road. “Go, then. The bridge will be waiting for tha to return.”

You hand off the sack of coins–your shoulders more than grateful to be relieved of its weight–and the troll adds it to the other oddments that dangle from his belt among the bones. He folds his arms.

The handful of coins you kept are barely enough to make your pocket sag with their weight, but you can feel them as a reassuring lump under your skirts. You run anxious hands over your hair and stained gown, smoothing uselessly at wrinkles.

“I wish I had been able to bathe properly,” you mutter. “I look like a ragamuffin.”

But your hands and face are clean, your hair neatly tied back, and dusk is not far off, so perhaps your bare feet will not be noticed. You step from the cool stone of the bridge to the warm hardpacked dirt of the road.

"I'll be back s--" Your voice breaks off as you glance over your shoulder. The bridge behind you is a simple one of wooden logs, straddling a stream that a child could leap across. Gooseflesh prickles the back of your neck. You hurry down the road towards the village without looking back a second time.

#exophilia #monster boyfriend #monster lover #m monster x female reader #troll boyfriend #Brúsi the Bridge Troll #troll lover #Feral Flynn Fics #monster romance #fantasy romance

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a03bkdk · 3 years

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fantasy bkdk fic rec list

a certain kind of magic by eatdirt

((4590-1/1))

“Forgive me, kind witch! I—I do not wish to disturb you, but I’m afraid it's urgent!"

Katsuki will later blame his bewilderment that anyone—let alone a human boy in filthy rags—would drag themselves all the way out to his home on the outskirts of civilization, for why he stalks down the stairs and cracks open the door.

“Are you a fucking idiot?” he growls.

Or, the one where Katsuki is a witch in a weed-infested swamp and Deku won’t stop coming around.

the shrinekeeper and the harvest god by bkdkwritingsdump

((smut-30148-18/18))

Izuku keeps the shrine of the harvest god, a minor god mostly worshiped by farmers and ignored by everyone else until the yearly harvest festival. During a spring thunderstorm one year, a mysterious man named Katsuki shows up at his shrine seeking shelter from the rain, but ends up over staying his welcome by a few months. In that time, Izuku not only begins to become suspicious of his identity, but finds himself longing for something more between them.

cupid, draw back your bow by almasaga

((i dont remember if there is smut-16496-2/2))

Cupid remembers the oath he took, remembers the broken arrow, remembers the wrath of his mother and goddess, remembers his roots, remembers that he is a god.

But when he hears him he forgets it all.

“Are you there still?” Asks a voice, clear and never wrong. The only voice he wishes to hear.

“Always,” he says and it blows through his beloved.

solar by kindaopps

((smut-7037-1/1))

Here he is, a god, wanting a mortal.

deku by mirachadoodles

((smut-20852-9/9))

Neither seemed willing to look away in the tense silence that fell, drawn to one another as if by a thick and brilliant thread.

The boy viewed him thoughtfully, as though he recognized him from another life, as though he knew him.

It was odd—he felt the same way.

---

Or, shortly after Katsuki's dragon went missing, a naked man attempted to break into his family barn. Izuku had no memory of his past life, and apparently had no idea how to be human, either. He was just acting on instinct.

a cat named deku by silentsongbird

((6662-1/1))

Bakugou begrudgingly takes in a stray cat that has been hanging around his home. He says he's motivated by the weather turning colder, but he just can't resist the little fur ball. One night, Deku decides to let him in on a little secret.

if the stars align, then for us they were meant by runawaydeviant

((smut-17485-6/6))

Katsuki and Eijirou crash land in a forest to the south of their homeland. Injured and stranded, they befriend a local nature spirit, who is much more than he first appears to be.

soulmates in steel and (p 2)mine is yours by lalazee

((3000-1/1)) (p 2(smut-2509-1/1))

Midoriya Izuku returns to a tribe long lost and forgotten to claim his rightful throne. At least, that's what King Katsuki assumes of him.

(p 2) One large, calloused hand spread sparks down Izuku’s chest, ribs, rested at his lightly bruised hip. Izuku knew fingerprints still remained from last time, and the last, and the time after that. He felt more like a dappled deer now, all those spots smattered across his thighs, ass, hips, wrists. King Katsuki was certainly a man who marked his territory.

but the entrails are the best part! by supercrunch

((15278-1/1))

The boy straightens up. He’s about half a head shorter than Katsuki, face soft and youthful and sweet. He turns to look at him properly. His dark hair shines in the dying light, basket of blooms looped over one arm and mouth quirked into a tiny half-smile. The sun hits his face and makes his eyes a bright greeny-gold, just like emeralds.

Katsuki likes emeralds.

“Pretty,” he says, reaching out and picking the stranger up around the middle. He’s surprisingly heavy, although Katsuki doesn’t mind. “I like you. Come see my nest.”

The boy hits him.

He’s stronger than he looks, turns out. Katsuki drops him and falls onto his back, pain blooming across his face. Birds sing. The sky’s a lovely shade of orange, clouds floating lazily by. The boy scarpers. He leaves his basket of flowers behind, footsteps thumping on the ground and fading away as he escapes.

The sun sets. Katsuki, lying flat on his back with a bloody nose, decides he’s just fallen in love.

happenstance by merrywetherweather

((78566-22/22))

When Katsuki was just a child, his mother, the King of Lucia, took him to enact diplomacy with the Midoriya's, the royal family of the neighboring country of Tayloria. After that day, his fate was sealed, his marriage arranged to the Midoriya's elusive omegan child.

At the age of twenty, he leaves for Tayloria again, this time, to finally wed his fiance and cement the allyship of the two kingdoms indefinitely. Only, his fiance turns out to be the child he had met on his very first visit, a naive, idealistic young prince who wants nothing to do with marrying the prince of Lucia.

Good thing he just assumed Katsuki was only part of his fiance's entourage.

An arranged marriage between two princes aob au where Katsuki tries to abide by Izuku's desire for a natural romance to develop without letting Izuku know his true identity.

plums by Ivillpunchyouinthethroat

((14116-3/3))

There’s a boy stealing plums from the garden below the balcony Katsuki’s lounging at for the night.

Correction.

There’s a boy stealing plums, very badly, from the garden below the balcony Katsuki’s lounging at for the night.

mermaid AU breathe In by contrarybee

((series-smut-3 works-45236 in all))

Midoryia Izuku was born in captivity. He's never known the ocean.

His human carer Yagi-san tells him they're getting a new merman in the aquarium, one that they hope Izuku might like. Having been alone since his mother's death, Izuku is beyond excited to have a new mer around, but Bakugo Katsuki might prove to be too much. Or maybe he's just right.

fishy by warschach

((smut-19417-1/1))

Izuku’s convinced his hot co-worker/neighbor, Katsuki, is a mermaid-or merman- you gotta consider genders even with mythical creatures- and plans to prove it.

(or this is kinda like the show ‘Monster Quest’, except Izuku actually finds said monster, falls in love, and have sexy times.)

home is where the waves crash. by tiredwrites

((4105-1/1))

Izuku thrashes in his cage, the fins that line his large tail flare with a dangerous purpose. The claws his fingers taper into slice through the water and catch the light that filters into the clear water of the aquarium tank he's in.

His gills flare in irritation as he flips around, muscled tail ramming into the three-inch glass barrier with a thundering BAM!

Bioluminescent sacs under clear scales flare and glow, flashing a brilliant toxic green. The team that had brought the merman into the tank watch the mer flail and roar, flexing the powerful jaws that can often unhinge, like a snake.

only the roses know by katyastark

((13193-5/5))

Izuku didn’t want to marry a foreigner. The person he wanted was here… somewhere. He didn’t have a face or a name to ascribe to his admirer. Only roses. For every name day and holiday since he was thirteen, he had received a perfect orange rose. He’d never seen anything so beautiful. The roses never failed to make him feel doted upon. It was their secret, and Izuku cherished it more than anything else in the world. He didn’t want to give that up for some stranger, for an alliance through a loveless marriage.

torn fur, blunt teeth by scribespirare

((smut-43013-17/17))

After eight months of being collared, Izuku is finally free. But a dark, stormy city is no place for a lonely shapeshifter on the run.

ignorance leads to bliss by nikawithspice

((smut-3941-1/1))

A brave wandering adventurer swoops in and saves a beautiful prince from danger, gets dragged to a celebratory bonfire and has a night that he could only have dreamed of!

Or, the one in which Midoriya Izuku accidentally gets married to a Dragon Prince but wouldn't have it any other way.

#bakudeku #bakudeku fic #bakudeku fics #bakudeku fic recs #bkdk #bkdk fic #bkdk fic recs #yeah

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srapsodia · 3 years

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Random mutations could give him a significant advantage against human opponents even if he hadn't yet perfected how to use them, simply bc of how the difference changes how the opponent needs to fight. Like sword fighting a left handed person after years of only fighting right handed people, suddenly you're Gonna Lose

And now I'm just imagining Geralt with increasingly bizarre mutations while the mages/witchers look at him like. Well. That wasn't supposed to happen.

For sure! I think with anything that's Too Strange/Different the instructors first objective would be to get him used to them and from there they'd be like, ok how do we incorporate this into a fight. All trial and error stuff at first, i imagine, as they all learn the potential and limitations of geralt's abilities. And as Geralt learns to work with them, even though it's clunky at first, the novelty still gives him an advantage over other witchers. And as the witchers learn how to use them against him he also learns to use them better! good training for everyone involved I'd think.

jfhdjdj and yeah same, my mind is going full xmen now like. what Cool Mutations can geralt have.

oh fuck ok imagine if he has like. and im going full fantasy hand-wavy science here deal with me. but what if some of his cells react to those of monsters nearby and he acquires similar traits, just for as long as he's near them. so he gets some of the abilities of the monsters he's fighting! like a ditto power, except he doesn't fully transform.

he gets spikes on his back against alghouls, his skin turns to rock near trolls, horns and tail near succubi, fangs and patches of fur against werewolves, scales and acid spit against draconids, etc.

jdjdjd but also the Inconvenience of being like. "Ah shit medallion's humming. what the fuck is nearby. dont be an arachnomorph dont be-"

#me: 'hmm what mutation should he have' also me: 'all of them. ALL the mutations'#jdjdjf #ask

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theravencawsatmidnight · 3 years

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Frostbitten. Pt 2

Kirishima brings home a rare Ice Element egg to his King Bakugo. The King is expecting another dragon to serve him but his plans for domination are halted when you hatch. A half dragon half female who can breath ice but cant turn into a dragon.

Drakno; a made up slang word for someone who cant turn into a dragon

“What the hell did you say to me?”

“Pa..pa?”

You fell back once Bakugo shook you off his leg to stomp away from the room. He was so angry, what a useless dragon.. No , not even a dragon, a drakaina.. Useless, worthless, not worth his time. He kicked a door open stalking around the room till he found his throne and threw himself down in it to sulk and be a brood while his leg turned back to its normal color and stopped freezing.

Kirishima was quick to help you back on your feet and crouched down to get a good look at you, He sighed with the biggest smile on his face. He was not the only one anymore, sure, other dragons were around but he did not know any of them personally and this was his chance to get to know one and even raise it. He had to be careful though, if he upset the King in anyway or if .. you did.. He shook his head and gave you a hug laughing.

“So cute! I cant wait to get to know you , you need a name though.. Hm..”

You sat down looking at your hands and wings pulling them to your front to inspect them, a pretty foggy white blue , very pretty. The white blue scales on your body shined bright in the sunlight too. Kirishima had never seen a ice dragon before, and since he was a fire element dragon he was very curious, you were the opposite of him pretty much,

He patted your head giggling at the goosebumps appearing on his hand. “Hm.. Chilly, Chilla, do you like that?”

“Chill..a..?”

“Yep!”

Your cheeks had a faint red on them and you gave him a slight nod. “Kay.”

“Okay! Chilla it is!” he picked you up in his arms to show you around the castle.

Bakugo was close by while Kirishima did his little tour , he had disgust written all over his face the entire time. What a useless thing to be doing, she will never leave this castle , better yet her room so why did she need to see everything in it huh?

You were very curious about everything you saw, it was a whole new experience for you since you had hatched not too long ago. Your body was adjusting to the sudden temperature drop and having this man carry you seemed to help. He felt really hot for some reason, it was cozy.. You leaned into him looking at everything with wide eyes. Kirishima rubbed your back while he showed you everything , the thought of the King changing everything unexpectedly hung in the back of his mind every second now though,,

“Uh..mm..” you tugged his red hair.

“Yeah?” Kiri looked down to see you looking a little sad. “Papa?” you pointed to Bakugo who was behind you a few feet away.

“Tch..” Bakugo turned his chin up walking away to his room and slamming the door,

Kiris smile faded from his face as he sat down in the nearby window looking out at the village that sat just at the end of the hill . “Chilla, papa is.. A little busy. But im fun too okay? I promise!”

You leaned into his arm nuzzling into it enjoying the warmth he gave off “wanna see.. When hes not busy..”

Kirishima got up with a long sigh falling off his mouth “ill see what i can do Chilla, are you tired?”

“Mmn..” you pulled a wing over your face and Kirishima started to walk to your room. “Okay, big brother Kirishima will see what he can do ..”

You were falling asleep by the time Kirishima got to your room, it was .. more of a closet than a room.

“I dont care, stick her in there” was what Bakugo told Kirishima, he tried his best to clean it up and make it look semi decent. He placed a bear fur stuffed with feathers in the corner along with some pelts and some pretty rocks that shined when put under the window. You liked it ..but..Kirishima did not.

He kneeled down to rub your head and move your bangs up with his thumb to see your pretty eyes. You were so cute.. Innocent .. . “Chilla… listen to me okay?”

“Sleepy..” you leaned into his arm and Kirishima had to sit down and place you on his leg .

“Hang on , you can sleep in a minute. “

“Ok…”

“When im… “ he leaned against the stone wall looking up at the small hole in the wall for a window. “When im not here, or i need to go take care of something. You have to stay in here okay? If i ever cant bring you here you need to go here yourself…” he was crushed. Absolutely crushed. Every single word broke his heart more and more. He wanted to teach you how to fly.. Show you the land.. Set sheep on fire.. Or well, freeze them. He knew you had high potential .. he just knew it..

“Stay .. here.. Or go here..”

“Yes Chilla..”

“Because .. papa.. Busy and Big Brother busy..”

That's what broke him. Completely broke his spirits. “Yes.. but i promise..” he hugged you trying not to cry. “Ill give you a good life -”

Snap

Kirishimas suddenly started to see red , his heart rate kicked up and his breathing got very heavy. His hands were starting to grow and his skin was turning red.

“Lock up the Drakno and go set something on fire. Bring back gold and food”

Kirishima put you on the animal fur bed and got up closing the door behind him. He went to the nearest window jumping out of it and turning into his dragon, flying off with only the orders from his King crossing his mind.

While Kirishima was out Bakugo tended to his castle and checked over everything. He wanted to conquer , winter was coming and he needed food and warmth. He needed to go with Kirishima before the first snow to gather everything he needed to survive the winter, and he needed too ..

The door to your room opened and Bakugo crouched down to see you rubbing the tired from your eyes. “Papa..” you sat up “papa not busy..?”

“Your coming with me, Drakno” he said, grabbing you and yanking you out of the bed and to the main room of the castle to the outside. It was chilly and very dark..

“Papa?” you asked him again , hugging his leg trying to get him to pick you up . “up.. Want up..”

“Freeze something , “

“Freeze?”

He flicked one of your horns . “these are going to be tough and rigid, great for headbutting castle doors open. And those wings are going to be even bigger … im going to train you to be a killing machine, so if you want my love, freeze. Something,”

You blinked a few times looking around then back up at him to see he had his arms crossed and not looking at you. “Just.. “ you exhaled seeing some ice fall to the ground. “More..” another big exhale , more ice.

You let go of Bakugos leg to take a few steps forward, eyeing a bee on a flower. You held your hands out to guide the ice onto the flower freezing it solid along with the bee.

“Good. now something bigger”

“Bigger?”

“Hurry up”

You scanned all around holding your bangs up to make it easier to see. Nothing was really around .. except for .. a stray falcon picking at some scraps. Your wings spread and you felt.. Different.. You just wanted Papas love..

A wicked grin slipped up bakugos face once he heard the screech of the bird.

#Frostbitten #bakugo x reader #kirishima x reader

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jaketeachesdeath · 4 years

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Id like to tip toe around ethics again, as Ive said before ethics are a tricky thing as each persons version of 'ethics' will differ.

So Ill start by saying that this is just a rough guide to skull that are a little on the risky side. You are free to make your own judgements, that and just cause something may match criteria it doesn't necessarily mean that its dodgy.

For starters is the Mink. The condition of these skulls is enough to put most people off purchasing, but a seriously low price tag is a draw for some. These skulls are often boiled and bleached, it leaves them still greasey and prone to degrading. To top it off sometimes they dont even have the correct jaws!

Essentially they come from the fur farming industry. The issue most folk will have with this is the lack of regulations and cruelty that goes on within them, other its the fur farming itself.

So if you dont want a skull thats gonna stink and possibly crumble aswell as funding the industry I'd avoid if I were you.

Next up Bats! Most that appear in bulk tend to be imported from Indonesia. Whilst the Bats are cool thier sourcing is not so great.

I will say however that the clear stapled packaging theyre often found in isnt always suspect. Insect breeders and small scale Bat access will also use this same methods for protection.

Frankly most Bats sourced from this background will most likely be poached. Its unlikely that they were already found dead and even suggested as being farmed is somewhat unrealistic. Its suggested that some come from pest control in protecting fruits. But who can really prove it was legal.

Buying these items can give a market for poachers and other wildlife trafficers and noone wants that.

Moving on from murky waters we land back in China, to fur farms.

Foxes from China can be so hard to navigate sometimes, theyre listed as Red or Grey Foxes, Coyotes sometimes too but most of the time the species ID is a lie. Often skulls are listed as Dogs and Tanukis and vice versa. Imagine buying a Fox and getting a Dog instead.

So not only are you being lied to but once again you're getting an awful quality skull and paying into the fur industry and potential dog napping.

It's seriously worth checking your species ID, looking at comparisons and that counts for all the skulls you buy. You just never know when you could be breaking the law other wise. Infact our next species has caused some bother recently.

There are around 10 species of Crocodile on the Red List. The Siamese Crocodile is one of them. Its status is critical and its still in decline. Poaching from the leather and meat industry are one of the many causes of Crocodile number decline.

Some of the Siamese Crocodiles are being captured for Crocodile farms in places like Cambodia and Thailand but there are smaller farm operations in China. However they are Appendix I CITES listed which means trade is only permitted in exceptional circumstances.

This has lead to several cases of police raids within the UK over the purchase of such skulls from the likes of eBay. The excuses there are simply lack of knowledge, cause theyre on eBay people think its okay.

Not only is it a CITES listed species but its also covered by COTES (Control of Trade in Endangered species) under Annex A, meaning no trade is permitted at all in the UK.

So this is the exception, these skulls and other species of Crocodile are protected and it is illegal to sell and purchase them. If in doubt check out the Species+ website for any protections they might have.

All in all please check your sourcing if it is something you are concerned about. You may be being mislead by the 'ethically sourced' title in the description. Never be afraid to ask sellers about thier sourcing, if they cant give you a straight answer then be vigilant. Check that the skulls are the species theyre being sold as, check the condition and source and mostly importantly check thier legality!

#vulture culture uk #vulture culture #taxidermy #skulls #buying skull #importing #fur farming #ethically sourced #bones #animal bones #animal skulls #protected species #skull collecting #curiosities #oddities

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katsukikitten · 5 years

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Princess 3

Reluctantly you follow the Ash blonde. He could prove useful what with his dragon and quick reflexes. He must also have a use for you.

Considering he's already saved you once.

You follow through a sandy field lush with small grass, that grows thicker the more you walk.

You can still hear the ocean's call, the smell of salt air, your body tingles from the amount of moisture in the air.

You could be even more deadly here. A cat smile forms on your lips only to be replaced by a wince.

Blood red eyes flicker to you, stopping to allow you to catch up, a muscled arm slips around your waist.

"I can walk!" You protest but he hushs you with a hiss.

"I'm not carrying you now am I Princess?"

"Stop. Calling. Me. That." You bite out each word and he just gives a nasty smirk, leaning in close.

"Is that not your title *Princess?*" A feral growl.

You pause for a moment because if you hadn't...well whose to say that King Bakugou Katsuki of the Bad Lands wouldn't be dead right now?

You begin to wonder just how far away the city is and if your bleeding calf really can handle another step until you see the outskirts of a peculiar city.

Your eyes rove over the vast amount of movable homes, your eyes widen at their beautifully tanned canvas, the sides covered in paintings.

Paintings of the royal family, the former queen already has her radiant halo, you watch as a few artists carefully paint it around his father.

Your eyes find his face but it does not falter. He marches on, hand squeezing your ribs when you slow to take in the scenery.

"Quick fucking gawking." He whispers in your ear, "The more they stare the more danger you'll be in."

Danger, no one was even looking at you.

Or you were so absorbed in this movable city that you failed to notice that every pair of eyes *was* on you.

You return the questionable glares with an intensity unmatched. Most look away but some do not. You snort having half a mind to make their eyes explode in their heads for such disrespect.

Considering you've done more for less but you can respect the gall.

Most of the citizens wore a variety of outfits but all had a common theme. Mobility should a fight break out. You smile at the thought, even the women wore pants to move easily in, all of them draped in blacks, deep blood reds, golds and greys. Some had weapons that shined in the fading daylight while others had theirs brandished always.

Flexing their weapons as they moved paint, canvas, traded money for goods.

Katsuki brought you through a large chaotic market with yelling and haggling. Some shop keepers even showing off their quirks to customers who solicited too long with out buying. It all stops for a moment to give a curt nod to the king before it resumes. Cats chase miniature dragons through the alleys of the stalls, children laugh loudly as they play. Your eyes take in the culture hungrily, greedily as they've only ever seen other cultures after war.

Alter, diluted, destroyed.

He pushes you faster though they all have some sort of offering as he passes by, all of which he ignores.

"Ahem, your majesty." The man at the last stall clears his throat. Dark eyes cut to the older man with malice as he stops. His wrinkled hands hold out a set of folded clothes. Black with a collar of white fur.

At first you think them for Bakugo, it's the same white fur he has on his vest and no other garment in the whole open market had a hint of any sort of animal skin aside from decorative scales.

His merlot eyes narrow, focusing on the set of clothing.

"I may be speaking out of turn your expolisve greatness but I do believe the future queen will need a fresh set of clothes, considering hers are torn and that of the enemy." He smiles, urging them closer.

You laugh aloud.

"You must be getting senile in your old age but know that I will be *no one's* bride." You say so sharply that the whole market grows quiet. Straining their ears to listen, Bakugo keeps his eyes fixed upon the graying man who's smile only widens.

"Ah almost verbatim of my dream. This woman knows no fear, sire, you've seen that today haven't you? A fiery Queen for a fiery King. You two will always have passion for one another. If you remember my wife blessed every stitch of your vest, for luck, prosperity, fortune. Fortune to find a strong woman worthy of our people." He places the garment down on the left hand corner in a golden outlined box, the same that every other stand has, "Just as your vest these are blessed too. Luck, fortune, fertility and strength. "

Still the King does not speak and still you cannot fathom this older man's audacity.

To bless a garment for fertility, you seethe and just as you're about to rip him to shreds, whether it be from your tongue or your hands, the King let's out a low growl.

"I accept your offering." He bites out, grabbing onto the clothes. The older man bows deeply.

"An honor." He replys as your dragged from the market.

What the fuck?

You pull away from his grip, careful to keep your weight off of your now bad leg.

"What the hell was that?" You snarl, sure to still be heard in the market as you hear an elderly man laugh.

"There are somethings you do not understand about my people and my culture." A hiss close to your face, he inspects it for a moment and you feel light headed. He grabs onto your wrist tightly, tugging you up a small hill to the only white home, what you later find out is called a yurt, in the whole encampment.

"I swear to Kami himfuckingself if you are not in my home Ashido with the fucking captive doctor I'll hang you for all to see." He snarls, pulling harshly on the canvas revealing two women sitting atop low chairs. If one of them is captive you cannot tell which as your eyes study the women, they both have relaxed dementors. Both with creamy, healthy skin, one white and the other a peony pink.

The thought of women in his home pulls at your gut stupidly before you bite your mostly split lip.

"Oh!" They seem to say in unison, bowing before the king.

The yurt is circular but all can be seen from the entrance. Rich wood expands across the floor covered in various furs, pillows and low sitting furniture and chairs. Centered in the back is a bed atop a platform looking plush as it is also draped in cotton blankets and furs.

Sleep pulls at your muscles but you fight it. Sitting when guided to a dark wood chair with blood red upholstery.

Good thing as you're losing a hefty amount again. It drips fat drops onto the fabric and floor. The woman with white skin and dark hair inspects you, trying and failing to keep the horror off of her face as she looks at your own.

She prepares and cleans quickly taking no time to start the process of stitching.

"So when did you become king?" Because talking to this asshole was more bearable then feeling a needle pierce your already throbbing, screaming skin.

"Shhh." The woman hushs, "You need to keep your face still."

You roll your eyes before watching the now brooding King. He walks past the wooden tub to your left all the way to a low cabinet where he produces a dark liquid.

You'd kill for a drink as you watch him take a long swig.

"Ow what the? No dont! FUCK!" But it's too late, pink fingers are already half digit deep in your open wound before you grip onto her wrist tightly enough that her bones groan, "His arrows embed themselves deeper if the victim doesn't remove it themselves."

Fear grips her features, as she pulls on her arm, hard enough you hear her shoulder pop before you let her go. Anger fuels your fluid movements as you call upon your power. Moving your own blood to push itself from the wound. The crimson arrow head stains the grains of wood and the ash blonde's eyes narrow.

"Please be still!" The doctor urges, stating her work again.

"Better listen Princess or I'll ask her to sew your mouth shut." An idle threat that boils your blood, "I'll offer you a different story instead. One that I heard at dinner not too long ago."

You cannot protest and he goes on.

"I heard that the High Queen has more than just a calming quirk." He pulls up a chair and sits just in your sight line. You sigh out angrily at the idea of hearing this theory again except coming from the mouth if the worlds biggest ass.

"I heard she can manipulate feelings as well. Otherwise how else would a hand maid marry the only male heir to the kingdom?"

"Do not slander her." Your eyes narrow to slits as they meet those of a predator.

"Quiet." The raven haired woman hisses.

"Snap at me once more and you will not have such pretty hands to sew with, or such shining eyes to see with." You keep her gaze as she shrinks back from you

Time passes slowly as your vision clouds, Bakugo no longer taunting you with rumors. The pink skinned woman packs your arrow wound as the light skinned woman spreads ointment on your burning cheek and lip.

Even after all of this poking and prodding you would do it again.

"You may take your leave." He stands rushing them out of his tent before stretching.

"My chambers are where?" It hurts to speak more so than before and he can tell. He smirks at your pain expression that only sours.

"Well. You're looking at it."

"Then you're dismissed." You say pulling at the tight gown, when you spy him still there you growl.

"Oh no princess. This my room that I am sharing." A heated glare, "Keep your friends close and enemies closer they say."

"Fine." You say letting the shredded fabric fall to the floor and removing your underwear.

You stand nude and proud in front of a staring King.

You see a hint of blush in his scowl.

"What are you doing?" A bark.

"I always sleep nude." You shrug your shoulders before sliding into the cool covers. You moan from the comfort.

"Tch." You hear fabric hit the floor before weight is beside you, "Good thing because I do too. Sleep tight Princess. Know that it is an honor to share a bed with me."

"A dishonor is more like it. Considering you reacted to my body as if you've never seen a bare woman before." You snort snuggling deeper. You feel the heat from his skin as he nears closer and you must fight yourself from leaning into the touch. His lips barely touch your ear as he growls.

"None such as repulsive as you."

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugou #katsuki bakugou #bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki #mha bakugou #katsuki bakugo x reader

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