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thatndginger · 19 days

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first day I've actually felt like writing in the past two weeks (thanks work 🙃) and dammit I'm proud of this revised intro for Into the Storm so I'm gonna show it off

I'm arguing that re-writing the intro is justified in this instance because this is a *new* chapter, not just a re-write of a previous one. I'm trying to maintain that whole "no editing while drafting" thing, after all

Transcript under the cut:

No one pays attention as Kerr McKay slips through the door. He turns a few glances as he slams the door closed on tepid summer air and rainwater, but they don't linger. He's not the kind of person that attracts attention. With one of those faces that doesn't look much like anything, brown eyes, and brown hair, the only thing that keeps him from being decidedly average is his short stature.

As far as ‘defining features’ go, it’s not the worst to have.

Kerr takes a moment to survey the bar from the relative safety of the entryway before he wades in. Alibi is cramped, dingy, and possibly older than most parts of Moressau. It’s got all the typical hallmarks of a dive bar: random, sometimes confusing decor on nearly every free inch of wall; a wood plank floor covered in a thin layer of something that sticks to the soles of one’s shoes; a mirror the stretches nearly the entire length of the long-and-narrow room behind the bar; and a varied array of regulars haunting the torn booths and wobbly barstools. There’s enough space near the back wall for a single pool table, which happens to be the only thing bathed in something stronger than faded red neon light.

A large, weathered-almost-to-unreadability metal sign hangs over the mirror, lit by it’s own light, reminding all patrons:

HOUSE RULES 1. NO COPS 2. NO FIGHTS NO EXCEPTIONS

Kerr’s only seen the rules broken once in the last two years, Alibi is one of the few places for those who live on the wrong side of the law to drink in peace. No one’s quite sure what deal the owner, Mags, must have struck with the cops to keep them off her case, but no one’s complaining either.

Tonight seems like any other. Including, to no one’s surprise, the energetic shout of Kerr’s name that overpowers the jukebox limping through hits from two decades ago.

#wip: shapeshifter #shapeshifter: Into the Storm #am i posting this and then fucking off to bed?#absolutely

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megwillart · 7 months

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I don't think I ever showed the original here, but I've been working on another version of an dragon Albedo design-- it's a WIP too but do have an art in the works with him ✨

I imagine that he is hollow all the way down his midsection, and doesn't need to use his wings and can "float" when they are open

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nighttimepatrons · 5 months

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last doodle of the weekend 😔

Celebrain and dragon!Elrond from a little au I came up with along with @travellingdragon

Sometimes your husband is a dragon what can I say

#my art #elrond #celebrian #celrond #dragon elrond au #dragons #lotr #silm #silmarillion #the lord of the rings #and yes Elrond still has Vilya #elves #elrond cannot shapeshift but don't worry the kids can #silm au #the silmarillion #middle earth #wip #if elrond is based on a duck what of it?

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wangxianficrecs · 4 months

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After I Met You by Amandyalmonds

After I Met You

by Amandyalmonds (@amodwithoutamark)

M, WIP, 78k, Wangxian

Summary: "They’re not going to go through with the marriage proposal though, right?” Jiang Cheng reasoned. “You’re ours. And surely the Lan sect wouldn’t want a huli jing, let alone the famed Hanguang-jun.” “Exactly," Wei Wuxian said with a grin. "The Lans are too stuck up to know how to handle someone like me, and they won’t risk forcing their precious Hanguang-jun into such a marriage.” Or, after the end of the war, Wei Wuxian is offered as the last known huli jing to marry into the Lan royal family. The only problem is that Wei Wuxian has never met the man he's marrying, and he's not sure he'll survive in a palace with over three-thousand rules. Kay's comments: An arranged marriage story between Dragonji and Foxxian that doesn't hold back on the knives at all! Really going for the Wei Wuxian whump in this one and the miscommunications also keep on happening, it's the most delightful angst! Also definitely a story for those who crave some protective brother Jiang Cheng content. There's also been hints about things that have happened in the past and I'm so curious to see how it all plays out! Excerpt: Hanguang-jun probably wasn’t happy about bedding a huli jing, so he might not mind if Wei Wuxian kept himself somewhat covered. Or perhaps Wei Wuxian could have Hanguang-jun take him from the front, keeping his back pressed against the bed— “Wei Wuxian?” Wei Wuxian flinched at the sound of Hanguang-jun’s voice. It was now or never. Deciding to try his luck in keeping his inner robes on, Wei Wuxian steeled himself and stepped around the screen, letting out a playful laugh. “Impatient, aren’t we?” Wei Wuxian quipped, then promptly choked on his own words. Because Hanguang-jun stood near the bed, watching him with the slightest crease in his brow. Fully clothed. In sleeping robes.

pov wei wuxian, canon divergence, shapeshifters, dragon lan wangji, fox wei wuxian, emperor lan xichen, prince lan wangji, royalty, slow burn, angst with a happy ending, misunderstandings, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, protective wen qing, protective jiang cheng, good sibling jiang cheng, abusive yu ziyuan, dysfunctional jiang family, autistic lan wangji, arranged marriage

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

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puppyeared · 5 months

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Auggie wip

#I’m trying to decide a new outfit for her.. again….#also decided to bring back her weredog form.. when I first made her she was a fox shapeshifter with a human and feral form #rn shes cat/dog hybrid but her dog form would probably be like. a papillon dog lol #i love her sm that im compelled to make a new ref for her every 5 months. sigh #im also thinking instead of having to wear a suit to suppress her radiation she has to be wearing a collar. idk #partly so I can draw her in more outfits and partly because it acts as a flea collar lol #my art #myart #my oc #Augusta #oc ref #wip #Kemonomimi #fur #?#partial nudity

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crowlipso · 1 year

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Ag posted it

#Kal stop shapeshift their artstyle challenges (impossible)#sebastain sallow #wip #not gonna finish this #lmao

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fayzart136 · 22 days

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You're the concept of a man and of an object!

(an OC that I've been working on these days. It's a shapeshifter/doppelganger that is.... well lets just say that its dating life is a bit complicated. The caption is from Catharsis by AlicebanD, and more info about the story under the cut!)

Helian, he/him. Tailor-made to be well-liked and loved. His partner did not take the news of him being a shapeshifter well, to put it gently.

The closest the shapeshifter has to a "true form", though it doesn't really have one. Any form it takes is done on purpose. If asked to create a shape that represents its "baseline" best, this is what it would pick. But it doesn't enjoy being without identity. (It talks about itself in the third person, thats how little "self" it considers itself to have.)

Luna, she/her. The form she'll take throughout most of the story. She took the name, face and personality of a dead woman, at her husband's request...

Life is hard for a people-pleasing shapeshifter...

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kfae · 10 months

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happy wip wednesday ft. a nimona wip, because that movie has completely consumed my life <3

#tfw your found father figure gets sick?????#and you have No Idea what that means because you’re a 1000 year old shapeshifter who’s never been sick before #wip wednesday #nimona #fae words

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miralyk · 3 months

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the irony of representing myself as a fox but never properly drawing a fursona,, i should make a ref sheet at some point for myself

#wip #doodles #fursona #fox #fox spirit #being a viet fox spirit as my 'fursona' is so funny since shapeshifting mythology = Any Form animal human etc is 'canon' LMAO #aka i don't have to 'choose' or have 'separate' sonas. yes i'm very 'all of the above' lazy so my pickiness doesn't have to suffer dgfdhf #foxsona

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murmurmurl · 1 month

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wip or. something

this is how I look like irl, trust me, ears and tail and all

#wip #murl draws #im a new creature #my sona will never be consistent #just pretend im a shapeshifter

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thatndginger · 2 months

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Last Line/Head's Up Seven Up

A little bit of a roundup this time ^.^ Between my brother's wedding and catching yet another cold from my niblings, I haven't had a lot of spoons for writing lately. But I'm working on it!

I was tagged by @surroundedbypearls (their post here) and @deanwax (find theirs here) and @touloserlautrec (check their post out) recently <33

A breeze is just starting to pick up as Kerr weaves through traffic headed further into the city. He doesn't need to look behind him to know the storm clouds are clawing their way back towards shore. It’s the feeling of a held breath, the city itself bracing for the rain. Every person, place, and thing in it doing the same thing; watching shadows disappear into the spreading gloom, stretching for a touch of cold wind, breathing in the salt-wet-charged air like a cigarette after a long day.

gently tagging some new pals @trippingpossum @scribble-dee-vee @mikathewriter as well as some old friends @revenantlore @writernopal @angsty-prompt-hole

#tag games #wip: shapeshifter #shapeshifter: into the storm

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poisonouspastels · 8 months

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character named WIP

#furry #fursona #furry art #furry fandom #anthro #WIP #canine #he also has a buddy named YCH which i do not have a recent drawing of. is that something.#theyre both shapeshifters they arent canines but i kinda just make them that by default

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seeminglydark · 10 months

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Future episode of Seemingly Dark wip! Rose demonstrating the incredible ability to make poor Avery even more awkward. I really love their expressions here.

Now’s a great time to catch up, the next public episode will be a banger of a chapter ending, and for those who read ahead on Tapas, PATREON and Ko-Fi, time to finally learn some Secrets from your favorite harbinger of doom.

Seemingly Dark is a slow burn supernatural tale about a group of friends struggling to get by while hanging out at the local punk rock coffee shop, and how a silent teenager who stumbles into town dragging the apocalypse behind him changes their lives forever. Find it on Webtoon and Tapas!

#webcomics #seemingly dark #comics #WIPs #monster girl #shapeshifters #spooky stuff

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radioactivepeasant · 7 months

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Halloween Fic Special Preview!

(A little chunk of Jus Sanguinis for the week while I try to scrape together enough brain cells to finish the last major scenes)

The coastal city of Spargus had lived with the storms for generations, watching the once broad oases narrow and dwindle as the winds displaced topsoil at devastating rates. The sands had swallowed many of their warriors before the Spargans created The Crawler. The massive armored vehicle, replete with emergency supplies and enough armor to give even a metalpede pause, undoubtedly saved lives. But it was slow moving, and Wastelanders on foot often did not have enough time to get to the mobile shelter before the damage to their skin and lungs was beyond the power of an eco pack to heal. And being the only vehicle of its kind meant that if one part broke -- say, a blown head gasket -- the behemoth was stranded until a replacement could be located and driven to its location...after the storm had ended.

"Piece of crap-!" Jak aimed a vicious kick at the front end of the cab and slammed the door behind him.

"This never happens when Daxter is here."

"I don't know whether that is meant to compliment Daxter, or to insult me," his companion said dryly.

King Damas pulled his scarf further up over his mouth and nose and gestured grimly to the massive tank on the Crawler's back.

"The wind is picking up. We need to get inside."

Jak shook sand out of his goggles and dropped to the ground to join him.

"What about the rest of the raiding party?" he snapped, "We can't just leave them!"

Damas’s hand twitched -- the only visible indication that he had any opinions on Jak’s tone.

"Getting angry is counterproductive," he said sharply. "They are all experienced survivors. They will know their best bet is to make it to Broken Sandal Canyon."

You're tense, too! Jak wanted to shout.

But fighting with Damas, he had long since learned, was a very poor life choice. Besides, this man had all but pried him out of the jaws of death before he even knew what Jak was capable of, binding their lives together despite the doubts of his subjects. Jak knew he didn't deserve to be lashed out at. But he just couldn't help it!

Without Daxter he was on-edge. Unsettled.

It couldn't be helped: Daxter was very unwillingly resting at home with some variation of a local childhood disease. As it turned out, being born hundreds of years earlier did not make one immune to The Gripes. Jak, curiously, had yet to manifest the allegedly contagious disease, despite having been in close quarters with Daxter until leaving with the raiding party that morning. Perhaps it was his generally eco-saturated nature that made him resistant to some germs?

Speaking of eco, were you paying attention to your dark intake during the ambush?

Jak shoved the thought away and trudged through the worsening winds to the back of the Crawler.

His eco levels were a little high, sure, but nothing he couldn't handle. He'd gone days without exploding before.

Liar. You exploded every single day in Haven, or near enough to it.

At least the engine failure didn't prevent anything else in the Crawler from working. The closing of the back hatch left them both stranded in a little island of flickering overhead light, while the sounds of the storm faded to a muffled hiss. Damas lowered himself to one of the benches anchored against the wall and stretched his legs out, using the net of medical supplies hanging from the overhead rack as a kind of backrest. He seemed far more comfortable with the situation than Jak was. He watched Jak pace in front of the hatch, noting with some interest that Jak was far more on-edge than usual. He wasn't just frustrated, he was rattled.

"It's just a storm, kid."

Damas leaned back and closed his eyes.

"You've driven in them before."

"Yeah," Jak grunted, "with Daxter."

"Hm." The king raised his brows, but did not open his eyes. "You're not often apart, are you?"

"Not if I can help it," Jak answered shortly. "Not looking to repeat two years of involuntary separation."

The hiss of the sand against the hull rose for a moment in the quiet that followed Jak's words. Then, half to himself, Damas murmured, "Ah. The prison."

Jak's stomach turned a flip.

He still didn't know what had possessed him to confess to his erstwhile conservator why he could transform. What had been done to him in the pits of the Fortress. Damas had taken it well at the time -- no disgust, or condescension- or worse, pity. But the fear nagged at Jak regardless with each following day, whispering in the back of his mind that Damas was looking at him different now. That if Jak strayed too far out of line, his past might be held up in front of him in an attempt to make sense of his actions.

The second he told people something was wrong with him, it became their go-to explanation every time he did something they didn't like. Even Dax did it once in a while- though he at least made conscious efforts to be less careless with his words. Honestly, Jak was shocked Damas hadn't brought it up after his moment of defiance in the Arena.

Something smacked against the Crawler's armor -- likely a rock -- and Jak jumped and cursed. It was too quiet in the shelter. He didn't like the quiet, or the lack of windows showing him what was going on outside. It was like being in a storage crate, or a garage.

Or a cell.

Feeling an electric twinge of weirdwrongbad crawling along the nerves surrounding his scar tissue, Jak began to pace quicker. He focused on breathing as much as he could, and let his gaze sweep across the hold. Any detail that could set this place apart from the cells was noted and clung to.

"Settle, boy."

Damas still hadn't opened his eyes. He folded his arms across his chest and shifted his weight slightly.

"We'll need our strength once the storm has passed. Don't waste your energy on restless nerves."

"Easy for you to say!" Jak retorted.

Watch it, Jak. Eco's boiling up. Get it under control before you really start mouthing off.*

"We've both seen what a storm like this can do to a person. To a broken down vehicle. How are you so calm right now?!"

The older warrior's lips quirked up with a soft chuckle.

"I've been around, kid," he answered wryly, "I've waited out my share of storms in the Crawler. This is no larger or smaller than any other sandstorm I've faced before."

#fic prompts #writing prompts #my fics #my aus #jus sanguinis #halloween fic #jak and daxter #dadmas #king damas #bottle episode #when you're stuck in a box during a sandstorm with a teenager who shapeshifts into a small demon when angered #snippet monday #wip previews #Dark Jak's idea of bonding time does not match anyone else's

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collectivelysillysoup · 3 days

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WIP 👀

That first character, if ya can't recognize 'em, is our systemsona!! the guy in our pfp :D

Ignore how dumb a lot of the sketches look and also the fact that Cooper copy pasted

and also ignore the timing being off in some spots

sorry about the big ass WIP watermark but I just wanna make it clear that I WILL be working on this more, as I'm really proud of that first Grian sketch and I'm hoping it will make wing happy as feather mopes in headspace

I'm really excited to draw the silly versions of the different guys >:D

(Btw the Grian order is Grian, Cooper, YHS!Grian, Bloom (an introject from an au made by someone we no longer follow or support), Grove, Odin, and lastly; my design!!!!)

Grian is the most drawn so thats why feathers hair is so accurate each drawing, the others have yet to find the way they wanna draw their hair/ want their hair drawn :p

#soop art #jerart #grian #hermitcraft grian #hermitcraft #hermitblr #grian introjects #shapeshifter grian #sysona #WIP

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tildeathiwillwrite · 14 days

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Happy Worldbuilding Wednesday! Are there any mythological creatures you like to write about?

Hmmmm...

I like writing about dragons, for one. I only really have one dragon oc, Arcturus, but it's pretty cool writing him! I also write about shapeshifters, specifically skinwalkers (like Octavian!!! He's a skinwalker in principle, and his other form is a wolf!), and also werewolves.

Also, specifically on Rymn, there's a species known as Guardians, who are mysterious, sort of ghost-like, and rarely interact with humans.

#thanks for the ask!#worldbuilding wednesday #my wips #tales from valeria #arcturus #changing of the guard #dragon #shapeshifter #mythical creatures #skinwalker #octavian de silv #rymn #trials of the six #tfv

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