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wildesttherianfr34kz0n3 · 10 months ago

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Ok, so I saw a bunch of posts where alterhuman listed their types? Like, especially the polykins with loads of types, and I felt really good after looking at them because I have loads of types, and I'm always scared that someone will think I'm a fake.

So I decided to post an up-to-date list of my types, and I hope someone out there feels confident and happy from reading it :D

Smaller feline types:

-black shorthair

-white longhair

-brown tabby

-mottled white tabby

-black Norwegian forest

-orange tabby Norwegian forest

-calico mainecoone

-tabby mainecoone

-silver torbie mainecoone

-red + black mix mainecoone

-longhair siamese

-seal mitted ragdoll

-seal sepia ragdoll

-cream ragdoll

Larger feline types:

-canada lynx

-eurasian lynx

-cheetah

-african serval

-tiger

-golden tiger

-african lion

-cougar

-snow leopard

-clouded leopard

-leopard

-melanistic leopard

-jaguar

Domestic dog types:

-white borzoi

-chow-chow

-longhair German shepherd

-longhair black German shepherd

-samoyed

-husky

-alaskan malamute

-black + white border collie

-red merle border collie

-golden retriever

-coltriever

-aussie shepherd

-keeshond

-leonberger

-springer spaniel

Undomesticated canine types:

-raccoon

- red fox (including all colour variations- e.g. silver, champagne, cross, marble etc.)

-arctic fox

-coyote

-melanistic coyote

-coastal wolf

-northern rocky mountain wolf

-northwestern wolf

-grey wolf

- black wolf

-alaskan tundra wolf

-eurasian wolf

-maned wolf

-african wild dog

Aquatic types:

-blue + silver betta fish

-blue shark

Bird types:

-magpie

-barn owl

-crow

-raven

- white pidgeon

Insect types:

-domestic silk moth

-cecropia moth

-venezuelan poodle moth

- red admiral butterfly

-monarch butterfly

Other types:

-bat

-archaeopteryx

-red deer

-fallow deer

-caribou

-rat

-red squirrel

-grey squirrel

-white ferret

-american pine marten

-brown bear

-red panda

-wild rabbit

-romanian draft horse

-wild moorland horse

-spotted hyena

Space related types:

-supernova

-the moon Callisto

-irregular galaxy

-planetary nebula

-blue giant star

Cryptid types:

-fox

-deer

-under bed shadow

-ghost

-bloody mary

-crow

-raven

-angel statue

Concept types:

-cannibalism

-death

-moonlight

Fictional/religious species:

-Na'vi (from Avatar)

-Seraph

-fallen Angel

-white dragon

-red dragon

-red and black dragon

-white crape myrtle dryad

-phoenix

-kitsune

-tech

-ai

Fictionkin types:

-the Onceler kin (The Lorax)

-Chaz kin (Helluva Boss)

-Miss Circle (FPE)

-Wall.e kin (Wall.e)

-Blitzo kin (Helluva Boss)

-Alastor kin (Hazbin Hotel)

-Angel Dust kin (Hazbin Hotel)

-Vaggie kin (Hazbin Hotel)

-Vox kin (Hazbin Hotel)

-Beetlejuice kin (1988 movie Beetlejuice)

-Belle kin (1991 movie Beauty and the Beast)

-Beast [Prince Adam] kin (1991 movie Beauty and the Beast)

-Lute kin (Hazbin Hotel)

-Adam kin (Hazbin Hotel)

-Anastasia Romanov kin (1997 movie Anastasia)

-Dimitri kin (1997 movie Anastasia)

-Captain Jack Sparrow kin (Pirates of the Caribbean)

-Catra kin (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power)

-Loona kin (Helluva Boss)

-Stolas kin (Helluva Boss)

-Lucifer kin (Hazbin Hotel)

-Charlie kin (Hazbin Hotel)

-Niffty kin (Hazbin Hotel)

-Double Trouble kin (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power)

-the Lorax kin (The Lorax)

-Bowser kin (Mario franchise)

-the Grinch kin (How the Grinch Stole Christmas)

-Cindy Lou-Who kin (How the Grinch Stole Christmas)

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cursed-saphire-hart · 8 years ago

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Weird West Sad Fanfict

Author Comment: I cried so much for this, and sorry if it’s choppy and or rushed. I was typing through tears!

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Title: World with Color Pairing: Otis x Aussie (FirstLove) Chapter: N/A Category: Sad Fict Au: Weird West Word Count: 2,998 Rating: T Summary:

Sometimes the happiest things can leave the deepest wounds when they’re gone…

Warmth, peace, and comfort.

For a long while, it seemed he lived his life without those few things being possible.

After losing his eye, he had constant nightmares about that moment, the possibilities of what could have happened kept running through his mind and his dreams. The man whose blood he spilled, he was a serial killer, known for his cruelty and sadistic methods.

Constantly he dreamt of what might have happened if he had gotten there too late…

What could have happened to his parents and pregnant sister. Each night he would either wake up screaming, or in a cold sweat.

Soon he found that hunting such terrible men, and stopping them from causing people the same pain he endured, allowed him to sleep at night.

His occupation often didn’t allow him to get close to anyone, a warm bed or decent meal, let alone warm welcomes when traveling.

It was a lonely life for awhile.

Often his days within a town consisted of being at a saloon, drinking a bottle or two of beer, just to listen to the chatter around him, as opposed to the deathly quietness of the desert.

Most didn’t pay him anyone, or went out of they’re way to avoid him. When you hunted outlaws for a living, after awhile, the smell of blood and gun powder became an obvious tell, signalling to other people that you were a bounty hunter.

So it startled him when a young man, with a bright smile, and curious eyes spoke to him so casually as if they were old friends. He could still remember the conversation word for word.

“So yer a bounty hunta? What’s that like?” he had asked taking a seat right next to the hunter. “Lonely…” Otis replied simply, the sudden question left him slightly dumbfounded.

“Ah, that’s too bad…” his smile fell for a moment before picking up again. “Want me to help with that…?”

The other choked on the beer he was drinking, throwing him into a coughing fit, “Wh-What…!?” the young man laughed, “Sorry, sorry, didn’t mean it like that mate..!” he apologized, “I just meant we could talk for a bit, if I’m not botherin you.”

Otis agreed to it, it felt nice to talk to someone. “That accent… are you by chance from Australia?” he adked curiously, and the other noddee his head, “Sure am, come here from Aussie bout a year ago.” the two talked for hours, about they’re experiences, theyre travels, anything that cane to mind, just to talk and laugh, and during they’re conversation, Otis took in the others appearance slowly with each word said.

Sun kissed skin, eyes colored like the summer sky, long hair like sunshine, and a smile that shined brighter than a star, with a warm honey like voice to tie it all together. His cheerful personality, his gentle appearance and the easy going air around him, it seemed he was the hunters complete and total opposite.

But maybe, that was why he fell so in love, so hard, than and there.

Talking with him, being near him, just spending time with him, was so calming, and comforting, in a way he hadn’t felt in years.

After that, any and everytime he went through that town on a job, they met up and just talked, shared a drink, occasionally they shared a meal together too, each time, they grew closer.

It wasn’t until one night, when he was getting ready to pack up for his trip home in the morning, that he thought that this was just how it was going to be between them.

The blond had knocked on his hotel door, and before Otis could get a word out, “Can I come with you…?” he asked.

The hunter was dumbfounded yet again, he was unable to find the words to say at that moment, he just stared at the other quietly.

“I… I wanna come with you… can I…?” he asked again, a hopeful, yet nervious light in his deep blew eyes, and a soft blush dusting his cheeks. Otis felt himself swallow hard, “Why…?” he answered the question, with a question, “Because… I want to…” the gap between the two closed slowly, “I want to be close to you…”

That night, wasn’t spent alone for the first time in a long long time.

Unlike his own, Otis found that the blonds body was without a scar, while his pale skin was covered in them, but the other didn’t mind, nor did he ask about them. They just spend the night together, and in eachother’s arms.

He was so happy.

The happiest he had ever been.

The two started to live together after that, and for once, the home Otis returmed to, was comforting to come back to after a job.

Being welcomed home with open arms and a warm smile, having someone to talk to and hold, to be loved, it felt like life had returned to his soul.

They’re life wasn’t perfect in a sense, but it was to them, because they were happy.

Otis took up a second job as an undertaker’s assistance so he wouldn’t have to hunt as often. He knew it worried his partner when he went on a hunt.

Mostly he would build new coffins thanks to his strong and sturdy form, it payed well enough to put food on the table, and they lived more peacefully.

Sometimes they would go for hikes, they’re favorite spot wad on a mesas, which was covered in grass and flowers, it was beautiful. They would often have picnics there too.

They would chat during dinner about nothing special, and relax in the bath before bed.

Each night after a long day or a day of hiking, they would just lay in bed, making small talk as they relaxed in eachother’s arms.

“Your hands are so rough…” the blond said as he played with the larger man’s hands gently, “That’s because I do hard labor,” Otis chuckled placing a kiss on the others head gently. “But your such a gentle person… I still find it hard to believe your a bounty hunter…” he sighed. He said that a lot, how Otis was so kind and gentle despite the job he worked.

The hunter pulled his partner closer, wrapping his arms tenderly around the others more slender waist. “I love you…” he sighed softly, and he could hear the smile in the blonds voice, “I love you too…”

The nightmares had disappear to be left as a bad memory within the back of his mind, because with him, Otis could forget the evil in the world, and only see the light that shine over the darkness.

But light and dark go hand in hand, a shadow can only exist when there is light, and a light can only shine when there is darkness.

His happy life came crashing down once again on that fateful day all those years ago.

It had been the day he had preparing for. He had started working another job as a handyman, working longer hours to prepare for that day, and the sun was already setting by the time he headed home that day.

He was late for dinner, but he was sure his lover would forgive him.

A little black back which he kept opening, had been nestled in his hand as he walked up the trail to they’re home, an excited and giddy smile plastered on his face.

He had though of that day for months, fantasizing about it, and cherishing it.

Holding his lover close, telling him how much he loved him, telling him how wonderful he was and how happy he made him before popping the question and giving him the ring.

But that would never happen.

Never…

His happy life, was colored red, and in that moment, he couldn’t even scream.

All he could do was hold his lover tight, hoping it was all another nightmare, too shocked to even cry.

He ran his fingers through those beautiful sun golden locks, he cupped his soft face, his blue eyes were closed, and Otis prayed to god that Aussie was just sleeping so when he woke up, they could go on a hike together and chat during dinner.

A prayer that was never answered.

He couldn’t cry, he couldn’t scream, he had forgotten how.

He made the coffin, and carved the tombstone, he even help prepare the corpse.

During the wake, those who knew and loved him, cried for him, but Otis was too numb to even become choked up, he barely spoke, he just stared at his lover as he laid in that wooden box.

He looked like he was sleeping.

The coffin was never barried.

Aussie was too free of a spirit to spend eternity in the ground, and his ashes were spread at they’re favorite spot.

Still, he kept a small bottle full on a chain around his neck, he didn’t want to lose him anymore than he already had.

After that, his world had turned grey, the sun never shined, there was no beautiful spring, or warm summer, only grey. He was to numb to hurt.

He never returned to that house they shared, he could never return to it there were too many memories he had grown numb to, but he could never let anyone else live in it either, he didn’t want anyone to soil what the two had.

So in stead, he burned it down.

Each day blended into the next, as he went back to hunting, he became more brutal, more fierce when fighting, and became quick to anger.

More and more often, he brought his bounty back dead. So instead of dragging around a corpse, he started building coffins again. That was how he earned his nickname. And finding it fitting, to go with his chest of weapons, he added a scythe with a light blade, making it his main weapon of combat.

Anyone who watched him fight would call him suicidal, he was brutal, but often careless, and got hurt alot.

Not that he could feel his wounds.

Maybe he was suicidal. But his body never let him go that far.

So he pressed on, doing job after job, and drinking away the money he made from each one. Liquor does a funny thing to a mad when it’s overflowing in his blood, for some, it makes them confess the deepest of things, and causes the worst regrets.

For one man in particular, karma got him while was in one such state, and he spouted off on how he shot and killed a pretty blond boy with an Australian accent who had offered the man water when he had knocked on his door. He laughed, saying that the look on the youngman’s face was priceless when he pulled a gun on him.

It was unfortunate for the killer, that the pretty blond boy’s drunk and angry lover was only feet away from him as he spoke like what he done was something to take pride in.

He was beaten bloody right than and there. Unlike his Aussie, the hunter didnt allow that man to be given a quick death. Infact, it took him three days to finally die, and one more evil was taken out of the world.

Still, Otis saw a lot more evil in his life traveling the highway, each one numbing him more and more, and getting rid of Aussie’s killer did nothing to ease him neither.

On the rare occasion Though, when he went to a church, he would sit there, and bask in the peacefulness of the holy ground, and it would remind him of his lover, and he would wish his Aussie was with him again, but still, the tears wouldn’t come, and the hurt never set in the way it was suppost to.

Everyday he wished to god he hadn’t be late that day.

But no amount of wishing or praying could turn back the hands of time. Time had stopped for him that day, it had stopped for both of them. All he could do was move his body forward and hope time would start for him again, or maybe even stop completely.

It wasn’t until he received a wanted poster for a particularly evil son of a bitch. A man who dealt in some pretty bad stuff, his passion seeming to be the act of abducting and selling people like livestock.

Like any good hunter followed the trail his prey left behind, and soon that lead him to a small out of the way town.

And from there he started asking questions, it was hard because like always, people avoided him, and as a result he had to pin a few people to get them to anwser his questions until he got an idea where the bounty was, eventually he got information, but what he heard made his blood run cold.

The man was seen in the town, but no one recognized him, and not long ago was he seen following a young couple and they’re two daughters up to they’re farm house.

Now thing was, no one who encountered the man that day got a good felling from him, but no one bothered to warn the small family when they offered him some help.

When he heard this, Otis booked it to the farm house as fast as he could, he ran and ran and ran with hid scythe in hand, praying to whom ever was listening, that this time, he wouldn’t get there too late.

Something that came with the job, was that eventually, you develope a sensitivity to the smell of blood.

The smell of iron and copper became thick in the air, the smell of blood was fresh the moment he was in front of the house the family of four shared.

Otis prepared himself for what he might see, holding onto the hope that there was still a chance that the family was ok.

He pushed open the door, and a flash of a cruel memory was visible before his eyes for a moment.

Just like his Aussie, the mother and father were on the ground, in a pool of they’re own blood which slowly grew.

The hunter felt like he was going to throw up, unlike before, the man and woman both had deep large wounds, and he later found out they were both killed by an axe the father used while cutting wood.

Without another moment to spare, Otis quickly followed the bloody footsteps, he still had a chance to save the girls, the blood was still wet, and left a trail, they had to be close. That was what he had thought anyways.

But what he had found in it’s stead was something far different.

You can think a lot of things are a possibility, that the bad guy hadn’t found the children and that they were hiding, or that Otis was the hero that stopped him just in time to save the girls, or even that he was too late again, and they were gone.

But when you remove what’s possible, what you think is an impossible outcome is all that’s left in it’s wake.

At the door was to the room the girls shared, laid the very man that killed they’re parents, the man Otis had been after was laying on the ground, barely breathing, with an axe in his side.

And the two little girls, barel tall enough to reach his knee, were huddled in a corner, shaking and scares. They were both splattered with blood, and they’re eyes were glowing bright colors, molten gold, and haunting turquoise, and they stared at the large man unwavering as he stared back at them in total shock. Soon they’re eyes faded, the oldest eyes that were once a bright glowing yellow faded into a dark brown like tree bark, and the youngest’s bright sea colored eyes faded to a deep green as they filled with tears.

The two stood up and ran to the man, sobbing and crying loudly, some how knowing that he was a good person, unlike the man who lay dying at they’re feet.

Otis took the two children with him as his bounty was collected. And like before, the same things were put into place when they left.

He saw to it that the girls would not have any need to return to that house, and that they would always have a piece of they’re parents with them.

Rumors spread around after that to go with the ones that already surrounded they small family.

The rumors that had surrounded the small family in the past was that the mother was a gypsy witch, and the father was a dark shaman turned monster, and that they were both in hiding when they had they’re two daughters, which the town’s people dubbed, the little demons of a witch and a monster. Because of the rumors, the family barely ever went into town and lived secluded from everyone else, and that was why the outlaw had went with them, blowing the rumors off as superstitions.

Little did he know that some rumors can have grains of truths mixes in.

But well, let’s not get into much detail.

Whether the girls really were monsters or not, that wasn’t for Otis to decide.

All he knew was that the moment he saw that the two small children were ok, all the tears that had been held back finally fell when he held the two for the first time.

His world had color once more.

#weird west #weird west au #otis #aussie onceler

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