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monsterfloofs · 5 months

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Alien x Anonymous Reader (Sfw)

(Got to write a little something for my new alieum speices! : > I hope you enjoy! )

It was a whole different experience to arrive at an intergalactic hub with no way to communicate. The typical buzz of translated voices in your ear was replaced with a cacophony of musical sounds, clicking, trills and other inhuman vocalizations. Not that you hadn’t heard them before, but while your tech was working you had been more focused on conversations you could hear and understand. The ability to understand the world around you newly disrupted by static that had buzzed and sputtered angrily into your eardrum. Now that your com portal had chosen the most inopportune time to fizzle out on you, this typical background din had engulfed your attention. A choir of many different voices and dialects, none of which sounded anything remotely like something you could comprehend.

You startled as you were pushed into the crowd, trying to evade one pushy lifeform had you accidentally colliding into another.

You brought your hands up in a plaintive gesture. “Sorry, I’m sorry,” The being blinked at you, tilting its head this way and that, pinchers moving silently. The realization hit hard, without your device working, they couldn’t understand you either. A wave of embarrassment rolled over you as you tried to gesture with your hands. Pointing towards your ear and waving your hands back and forth.

“My com is broken, I can’t um—- Ugh!” The only thing you could think of is to bow apologetically and hurry away before you get yourself into any more trouble.

“This stinks,” You mutter to yourself. “I can’t even ask for my ship to be refueled without this stupid thing working.” You exit the flowing crowd to stop at a quiet space and take a deep calming breath. A hand placed on your heart as you tried to steady your nerves. You didn’t like crowds at the best of times, all those bodies pressing in on you from every direction made your heart do panicked backflips in your chest. You counted your inhale as you felt your lungs rising up against your ribcage. Letting out the exhale for as long as you can stand before starting the pattern again. From this vantage point the crowds don't look that bad, the noise wasn’t as jarring, and you begin to feel like you can breathe easy again.

You observe one distinct looking alien waddling across the shiny tilted floor. It was a species you hadn’t seen before. They had a long snaked head and neck that smoothed into a humanoid torso but ended with a quadruped body with stumpy legs. Like an alligator with the head of a snake, that was fused with a human torso inbetween. With the air of some kind of strange centaur, it waddled along slowly. Its squat lizard legs padded with a pair of synthetic boots that were form fitted to its reptilian toes. It was amusing to note that a lot of aliens gave this being a wide berth, and it made you smile.

At least some beings in the galaxy weren’t letting themselves be pushed around. This fella was taking life in their own stride, and nobody dared telling them to hurry up. At least, not that you could hear anyway. That long neck swiveled towards you, and you saw six white glassy eyes peer at you from above the snake like snoot. You duck your head apologetically, quick to look away. You fumble to retrieve your cell device out of your pocket, looking through the maps of the station. “It looks like there's a help desk on the next floor. . . I am going to hope and pray that someone can understand english.”

Staying at the fringes of the crowd you stick close to the shiny chrome walls, hopping into an elevator that would bring you onto the next level. You do a surprise double take as they see the alligator snake centaur standing alone in the elevator. It’s beady eyes trained on you. The door closes with a ping and the two of you stand awkwardly together.

The being scratches its throat with a clawed hand, before what sounds like a symphony of crickets, come from the back of its throat.

You blink, your eyebrows shooting up at the sound.

“Um. . . Excuse me?”

More cricket sounds, and you grimace awkwardly, before nervously tapping at your ear.

“I can’t— er, I don’t— understand you.”

The pitch drops, sounding more like a swarm locust than crickets. It’s snout cracking open slightly to be able to produce the sound. You fidget anxiously, shoving your hand in your pocket to produce your com, then gesturing with your hands. Tucking the com into one palm before bringing your fists together, thumb down. Then you pull your hands, twisting your wrists. Mimicking a gesture that would be akin to snapping a stick.

“My com is broken,” You tap at your ear again, then demonstrate with your hands.

“Broken.”

You hear crickets again, and rub the back of your neck sheepishly. “I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to crowd your elevator.” You perk up as the elevator door slides open, and with a sigh of relief you smile and wave to the strange alligator centaur.

“Well ah, I would say thanks for the chat, but um, you can’t understand me anyway. Haha, h-have a good day?” You step out onto the new platform, raising a hand to your forehead to try and see around the wave of new colorful station inhabitants. With your phone in one hand and your com back into your pocket you begin to navigate your way through the second floor.

Stopping with a sigh at the counter.

“Hi,” You begin, a deep baritone rumble coming from the severe looking creature from across the desk. Its deep forebrow raises skeptically as you smile awkwardly.

“Uh, uh, here!” You slide the com over the counter, and the being picks it up with a frown.

“It’s. . . ah”

You glance behind you as the reptilian being from the elevator waddles up to the counter. Their sixed glazed pearly eyes peer at you. “Did you need the help desk too?”

Crickets.

Crickets that the alien at the desk is able to hear, the brooding chiseled features lighten with understanding. A growly rumble coming from deep within its chest as it bares its teeth. Obviously laughing at you as your new friend explains your predicament.

“Hey!” You throw your hands up in defeat, “It wasn’t like I wanted to run around not being understood!”

You scrunch your nose as the two beings then engage in conversation, leaving you promptly in the dust. The alien behind the counter rises, pulling a monitor screen over for you, as words begin to jitter across the glass.

“Language?” The metallic voice hums boredly.

“Ah-Earthian English please, thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome,” replies the Ai, a little nicer than before.

You visibly sag in relief as english words start scrolling across the screen.

[ Communicator is down? ]

“Yes!” You wheeze in exhaustion and relief. There’s more rumbling laughter and a flash of teeth from the bulky alien at the desk.

[ Damn, that’s rough ]

“Oh man, you have no idea, I think I was going to start hyperventilating here, soon. Do you think you can fix it?”

[ I’ll take a look at it and see what I can do. If not, there is a place at the station where you can buy a new one. I’ll wire the store coordinates to your phone, what’s the number? ]

“You’re a life saver, it’s 177-333-9973-602, I can’t thank you enough.”

You bring up your phone, tapping it to the ai screen and it plings as the new information comes through.

[ If I can’t get your com fixed, I will tell the owner you’re heading their way. ]

You take a deep breath and nod.

“Okay, thank you. Thank you again.”

The alien grunts, an amused smile still scrawled over their broad face as they turn away to tinker with the com.

“Well,” You say, turning to your snooted friend, “This has been quite a day, and it’s not even lunch yet.”

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#alien x reader #alien x human #monster x human #monster x reader #alien x gender neutral reader #alien x gender neutral human

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emptyjunior · 4 months

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I designed Folk music Trolls cause I stayed up all night listening to fleet foxes and that was a good and strong choice for me to make and I definitely don't regret it now while I do jobs

I thought that they'd be like an offshoot of the country centaur trolls who live at the edge of the forest, and have ended up a bit deer-ish as they evolved.

Also cause trolls world is all fluff and knit and quilted stuff, thought their thing could be embroidery, shoutout domestic folk crafts

#trolls #branch #art #poppy #trolls band together #fanart #character design #folk music

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aquato-family-circus · 6 months

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I'm having a Moment remembering I'm a fan of Dreamworks Trolls so just real quick

Ford is a country troll, easy, one and done, imagine him as a lil centaur. take my hand

Otto is a techno troll :] lil neon mermaid

Lucy is one of those subgenre trolls, I've just been calling it calliope/circus music and she/the aquatos are just like humanoid trolls like most of the subgenre trolls are. instead of a head covering lucy's hair is just shaped like that blue diamond style

Bob is a country troll also bc there's plany of sad pining country music for his gay sad heart

Compton is the world's most anxious rocker troll

Cassie is the world's most long classical troll

Helmut is a rock opera troll aka a big loud rock troll raised by classical trolls all his life and doesn't realize anything's weird about that until he's like 20, real Elf (2003) situation

thank you for listening to today's Very Self Indulgent Crossover

#cospn2 #aus #helmut was really hard to narrow down a genre for bc like we SEE HIM play but rock opera fish out of water felt funniest #and goes w/my general headcanons his family were opera singers but he wants to ROCK! YOU DONT UNDERSTAND DAD.

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white-wolf-buckaroo · 3 months

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Chapter 2: Do you want me to burn your cookie?

First flashback chapter, yay! Let's see how things were with younger Emily at camp. So that you don't get confused, this is set before Annabeth and Luke first even make it to Long Island

Word count: 2500 ish words

Warnings: None I can think of

Fic masterlist here!

Age 6

It was during the last days of spring when Emily met Ares again.

She had been at camp for a few weeks now, and the arrival of the rest of the demigods was impendent. Until now, she had only met her fellow year-round campers, some of them also from the Ares cabin; it was weird at first for her to understand that they were her siblings (or half-siblings, to be clear), but Chiron had taken his time to explain everything to her, and answer every question she had: Why do we burn food? Can I ride the Pegasi? When will Daddy come see me?... and so on.

As she was still pretty young, and unfamiliar to their world, Chiron let her miss out on the last weeks of first grade, letting her explore the new surroundings on her own; she was a child of Ares, she would be fine by herself. So she met the people around camp, Mr. D (who she didn’t really like, especially after he insisted on calling her “Ellie”, almost as if wrong on purpose), and the satyrs, who she followed around the crops, marvelling at how they played music to help the plants grow. Once she was settled, and after a general introduction from the centaur to camp half-blood, Emily’s curious nature took over, and she spend her mornings roaming the wild.

Ares watched her. He saw her run through the forest, her teddy bear under her arm, discovering, playing, and laughing to herself. She found many animals, small and some bigger ones, and she befriended many, always guarded by the spirits of the woods to ensure her safety; she was a sweet child, despite her heritage, and they guarded her while she was alone outside. She didn’t seek destruction, or causing havoc; she was tranquil, and adventurous.

Maybe it was because her environment had been a good one during her first years, but she wasn’t as brute, gruff and brash as Ares had expected her to be. It surprised him, to be honest.

During the afternoons, Emily was introduced by her siblings to training. However, she was small, and they were older, taller and stronger than her, so she sticked to the side, watching them fight with swords, spears and other weapons of their choice against other campers. They were nice enough to show her the basics, although she was still too petite to hold a sword properly, so her siblings introduced her to using daggers and other small weapons first.

“Why do I have to learn this?” she pouted, frustrated at her failed attempts of doing what her older brother had taught her; it was still weird for her to think of them as her siblings, as she had never had any and now there were… a lot, but she was slowly getting used to it “I don’t want to do this”

“You are a child of Ares” said one of the boys, a son of Apollo “Fighting comes natural to those of your kind”

“But I don’t want to fight” she replied, still pouting “I don’t want to hurt anyone”

“Maybe not, but there are monsters out there who won’t hesitate to come after you, and kill you if they get their chance” the girl who spoke, a daughter of Hermes, received glares of reproach upon saying that, and she was shoved to the side by one of Emily’s brothers after seeing how scared she looked now “Hey, it’s true, the sooner she learns the better for her”

“There are monsters out there?”

“You are safe at camp, don’t worry” one of her brothers kneeled beside her, handing back to her the dagger that had fallen from her hand to the ground “But she’s right. The sooner you start training, the stronger you will be”

Strong. Emily watched her siblings, bulked, skilled, tough… and she honestly doubted if training would ever make her look as powerful as them. She was only six years old, she didn’t know if she was actually strong enough to grow into a warrior like them.

She sat alone later (although accompanied by her teddy bear, her loyal companion), on the edge of the forest in front of the beach, munching on some cookies Chiron had given her. The waves of Long Island Sound crashed rhythmically against the shore, whilst Emily couldn’t shake off the feeling of inadequacy that lingered within her; she could still hear her siblings at the arena, laughing while they playfully fought, and the music the satyrs played at the strawberry fields. Beside her on the grass lay the dagger she had been training with, and she looked at it with uncertainty.

Her little fingers wrapped around the hilt, her gaze examining the weapon: it was bronze, the handle was covered in leather, and the blade had small Greek symbols engraved into the metal. Due to her dyslexia, she’d always had trouble reading, however these letters didn’t dance in front of her eyes as it usually happened. This time, she only had trouble understanding the word itself, because she didn’t know the language.

“Need some help?”

Emily instantly recognized that voice. She turned around, and there he stood: her father, a few feet away, leaning against a tree.

“Daddy!”

Squealing, Emily stood up, the dagger falling on the ground beside her Teddy and the plate with cookies. She crashed into Ares’ legs, smiling up at him, jumping with excitement.

The first days at camp had been tough, especially because she constantly waited for Ares to show up and take her with him again; yeah, she was amazed by the nature surrounding her, the cabins and the new environment in general, but she missed her parents: her mother wouldn’t come back, she knew that, but she still had her father, right? Her siblings were no help, telling her that she shouldn’t get her hopes up, because godly parents weren’t known for being present in their demigod children’s lives, but she was sceptical, thinking that if he had come for her after her mother’s passing, maybe he would come again. So she burned part of her food at every meal like they had taught her, thinking of a message for her dad, just as her siblings had explained to her how she should do. She prayed to him, in her own childish way of how she thought praying was done, and thought of him when she was alone in her bunk bed at night, missing being tucked in; he had never done that, that was all her mother… but now she only had Ares, and she longed for him to care for her.

And on the verge of losing hope, fortunately, he came.

Ares wasn’t really sure what had motivated him to visit her. He never did stuff like that; the gods sometimes gave out missions, quests or requests for demigods to fulfil, and only then would they actually show up. But they usually never visited their children. Maybe the reason was that he had been sick of Hermes talking about his latest travels and the gossip he had picked up, or that he didn’t want to face his father after him requesting everyone to show up that day at Olympus. Maybe it was an impulse that arose from having been watching her from time to time the last few weeks, or maybe… something he couldn’t name. And he for sure wasn’t going to show up anytime soon once summer began, not with the rest of the campers there: he would definitely stand out, and he didn’t have time to deal with a bunch of dumb children if they noticed him.

Seeing Emily there, though, sitting on the edge of the forest, reluctantly clutching the dagger in between her hands, he appeared behind her, watching her study the engraving of the weapon. The breeze stirred her hair, while she mumbled to herself, trying to spell the word she couldn’t read, when he decided to reveal himself.

He awkwardly patted her head, definitely not expecting so much excitement from her side. He thought she would probably really hate him by now, after abandoning her there and not acknowledging her for weeks.

Emily began to talk, words thrown at him a hundred miles per minute, telling him everything she had seen and learned at camp half-blood about the gods, the goddesses, the satyrs, the centaurs… and that she loved the Pegasi, and the strawberries they ate, and that she had met her older siblings.

Ares wasn’t used to being around little kids very often; he kind of avoided them, as he didn’t really know how to handle them. Emily was very much like other children her age: small, innocent, and filled with excitement. It stirred something inside him, thinking that that sweet little girl came from him.

“What do you have there?”

He pointed to the dagger, and Emily went to get it, Ares remaining where he stood. His daughter, back at his side, raised the small weapon up to him, the bronze metal shining under the spring sun.

“My brother gave it to me. It says something here, but I don’t know what it means” she told him, frowning. Ares thought she looked cute when she did that, little face scrunched in confusion “Do you know it?”

It didn’t take him more than a glance to recognize the word.

“That word means ‘Ares’” he explained, smug smile on his face “That’s me”

“You?”

“The only one there is, princess”

He wasn’t planning on calling her that, and if so, it wasn’t meant seriously, more so in a mocking, sarcastic way. However, Emily’s face lit up, and he couldn’t take it back anymore.

“Daddy?” he hummed in response, listening “Are you a god?” It seemed that she had caught up on the meaning of that word. Of what that meant, and the power it held. Ares nodded, telling her that he was the God of war. She nodded back, biting her lower lip before speaking again “So… you’re like, really old, right?”

Ares laughed, not expecting that question.

“You could say that” he shrugged, still chuckling.

“Why are you the god of war?” her head tilted to the side, looking him in the eyes, her own full of curiosity “Why not the god of trees? Or the god of flowers, or clouds, or… dogs? They are sweet, I like them”

Something similar to a short circuit occurred inside his head. He didn’t expect those questions. She was just like her mother, full of curiosity. Ares paused, taken aback, and pondered for a moment, contemplating how to explain the complexities of his role as the god of war to a young child; his title had been given to him so long ago… he had just rolled with it over the centuries, throughout the millennia’s.

“I just am, kid” he couldn’t just tell a six year old that he was the god of war because he was seen as someone aggressive, violent, cruel and… just everything that accompanied the brutalities of battles. In ancient Greece, citizens used to hope he would not take notice of their cities, because they believed he only carried death and suffering with his presence “I’m territorial. I’m not afraid of fighting. I get what I want when I want, and don’t let anyone steal what’s mine. And if they do, I won’t let them go unpunished”

War isn’t only about that, though. It’s about protecting what you love, standing up for what’s right, and sometimes, making sacrifices for the greater good. Many use war to get what they desire, yes, and start a fight for unjustified reasons, but true war, a true fight, is for defending what you believe in. Ares also embodied all of that, even though he had forgotten it himself.

"But why not trees or flowers?" she persisted, her curiosity unabated. Ares smiled, amused by her innocence and inquisitiveness.

"Each god has their own domain, their own special role to play in the world. Trees have their own protector, as do flowers and clouds. And as for dogs… I like them too. My uncle Hades has a very cool one”

“One of Mommy’s friends had a big dog, and he brought it with him sometimes when he came visited” she explained, doing a face. She didn’t see Ares’ eyebrow raise when mentioning her mothers’ ‘friend’ “I didn’t like that dog, though. He had big teeth, and he barked a lot. He scared me”

“At camp you will learn to fight and to defend yourself, so you won’t have to be afraid anymore. Not of any dogs, and not of any monsters”

“But I don’t want to fight monsters, Daddy. I’m not strong enough. They’ll eat me!”

Ares almost chuckled, certainly amused.

“They’re not going eat you, Ems” again, that nickname wasn’t planned. He had to start controlling himself “Not if you win”

“But I’m tiny. They will get me and swallow me”

“You will not be tiny forever. You’ll grow, learn, and train. You’re my kid: fighting comes natural to you” it was the same thing the Apollo boy had said to her; coming from her father, though, she started to consider those words as a possible truth “You’ll be just fine”

“Do you think I’m strong enough?”

She referred physical strength, but also mental, even if she didn’t know what she really meant with that question. In her eyes, her siblings and the other campers she had met seemed all so strong and tough; it was of course the result of years of tutoring in the skills of combat, shaping their moves and reflexes, moulding their bodies. It seemed impossible to ever reach that level of strength.

“My kids are warriors. Eventually, you are strong” Emily did her cute frown, not completely understanding what he meant. Ares had to find the words, not really knowing how to answer her. Oh, his little girl, always asking the tough questions. He hadn’t really thought about that… if he considered her strong enough, but the answer came to him in a breeze once he contemplated it “Yes, you are strong enough. But Emily, strength is not only about size, or power. It’s about determination, and courage; believe me, I know what I’m talking about. Look… you may be small now, but you’re a strong kid. And one day, you’ll grow into a strong warrior”

Emily hugged his legs again then, smiling up at him. The sincerity and admiration in her expression towards him stirred something inside Ares, like the day he had left her at camp.

“Thank you, Daddy”

He nodded, acknowledging her words. She let go of him then, running back to where her Teddy and her plate of cookies lay, grabbing one of said biscuits, offering it to him.

“For you” she smiled, and he was actually speechless for a second, not knowing how to react to such an innocent and kind gesture. Emily understood that in her own way, remembering how she threw part of her food into the fire every day praying to him “Oh… do you want me to burn it for you?”

Ares snickered, a smile taking over his face, shaking his head no. He ruffled her hair, and accepted the cookie; he took a big bite out of it, and Emily smiled again.

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twisted-wonderland-shenanigans · 1 year

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How would the first years sees a female yuu practice ballet in a empty classroom that supposed to be abandoned? How would their reaction would be?

If you guys haven’t seen the movie “Leap!” (also known as “Dance!”), I highly recommend watching it since it involves ballet and I really enjoyed watching it! Equestrian vaulting is also absolutely stunning to watch in action, which in a way looks like a mix of gymnastics and ballet. I’ve never done ballet before, but I once did equestrian vaulting when I went to horseback riding camp years ago. It was fun—if a little nerve-wracking doing it on the back of one of the largest horse breeds the stable owned. Good times though! Would attempt again! :D

Anyway, let’s see how the monster boys will react to this~! >v>

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Grim was already aware of Yuu’s skill as a ballet dancer, having seen her dance whenever they clean the dorm. From using the tips of her toes to spin and swipe across the tiled floors to the jumps and leaps she made to reach high places without landing heavily, Grim would watch it in awe. More than once he has stopped whatever he’s doing to watch, especially when music is playing. The soft melodies and fluid movements would make him sway almost hypnotically in place, while the quick tempos and swift movements got his blood pumping as he bounced and tried to dance along—even if it wound up with him tripping up the first few times, but he learned!

His favorite moments are the times when she would scoop him into her arms and dance with him, feeling as though he were lighter than air. Who needs a broom when he had Yuu? It was the best thing ever for the Great Grim’s human henchman to be so talented if he said so!

Of course, when it came to explaining Yuu’s ability to the other freshmen, words failed to convey just how impressive her dancing skills were and none of the others had ever seen her dance. None of the videos that Ace found online could match her grace or the flexibility she demonstrated--until he finally had enough and demanded they follow him: “I know where she likes to go practice during breaks!”

And so, thinking it was just another tall tale from the chimera, the other first years agreed to follow him for the time being and out of pure curiosity. When they drew closer to the unoccupied auditorium, however, they began to hear…music. “Shh…be quiet, or she’ll stop,” Grim warned them in a hushed whisper, turning to carefully nudge the door open wide enough for everyone to peer inside without exposing themselves.

Whatever quip Ace had in store died on his lips as he stared, watching as Yuu’s legs bent before she raised one high up in the air while balancing on the tip of her other leg, her arms stretched out in a graceful “L” shape. Somehow, she looked as still as a statue, making him wonder just how strong her legs were to be able to hold that pose. “Whoa…how is she even doing that?” he uttered in amazement, watching her smoothly transition into a slow sweeping twirl.

“Guys, if she’s dancing alone in a classroom, she may not want us to watch,” Deuce whispered, the centaur momentarily wincing when he saw her legs bend in ways he knew he could never pull off without injuring himself. Still, he couldn’t look away, his eyes watching intently as he eventually asked, “Can…humans really move like that?”

“Her movements are so fluid,” Jack commented, ears twitching as he found himself relaxing. There was something soothing about seeing her dance so gracefully, yet even from here he could see the power in her movements—restrained, yet clear as day with each step and twirl and bend and high kick. “Is this some form of martial arts from the human world?”

“Naw…it looks like tha’ ballet thin’ Vil—I mean…it looks like the ballet Vil has me and the other first years practice in the ball room,” Epel commented. As much as he hated being forced to do it…he found that it looked different watching Yuu perform. He knew he’d never be able to do half the movements she could with the way his legs were designed—but there was also a certain satisfaction in realizing that even Vil wouldn’t be able to mimic the same fluid grace or expect the same out of the others.

When a new song began to play, a gasp escaped Sebek before Jack and Epel covered his mouth. Though it was hard for them to not feel just as stunned the moment Yuu leapt atop the desks, spinning and jumping up from desk to desk in time to the rhythm until she reached the highest point. Her body moved with a grace and power that he’d never seen before, her expression—though calm—betraying the smile on her face as she continued her performance for the imaginary crowd. At one point she stopped, her back towards the door as she stood and shuffled backwards on the tips of her toes. Before he or the others could warn her how close she was to the edge of the desk—she leapt!

Time seemed to slow down, her body rising high in the air as—with her legs bent and curved—she spun in the air before straightening her legs out into an impossible split, soaring through the air. Then—as if lighter than a feather—she landed right in front of the podium at the very bottom and stood straight just as the music stopped, turning and bowing gracefully at the “audience”.

“Whoa!! That was amazing!” Deuce exclaimed.

Yuu gasped as she turned towards the doors, her face showing clear embarrassment and shock as she squeaked out, “Wha-? Deuce?!”

“Oops!” Deuce uttered, hands clamped over his mouth as he realized just how loud he’d actually been.

“Scramble!!” Ace yelled.

“Guys!!!” Yuu screeched as they bolted. “Get back here!!”

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Soon enough word spread around about Yuu’s dancing prowess, and it wasn’t long after that Cater and the others would come asking for a demonstration of this performance as well. After all, human dancing hasn’t been recorded in centuries—it was a once in a lifetime opportunity to observe (and record) such practices and seeing how humans could move! If Yuu has any knowledge on other forms of traditional dance, it would become a treasure trove of cultural knowledge to unlock and study the significance of the moves and the traditional garments worn by dancers!

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland monster au #twst monster au #ace trappola #deuce spade #jack howl #epel felmier #sebek zigvolt #twisted wonderland grim #twst grim #twst yuu #twisted wonderland yuu #fem!yuu #I could swear I posted this but found it in my drafts wtf 0.o #faun speaks

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 11 months

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Misc HCs Masterlist

Reader and your Puppy

Reader and your Puppies

Succubus Reader

Tot Musica

Tot Musica Part 2

Demi-Goddess Queen

4 Ancient Mystic Weapon User Reader

4 Ancient Mystic Weapon User: Reactions

Mayari

Berserker Reader

Best Friends Zerofuku and Y/N

Minotaur Reader

Wolf Grandchildren

Singing Homura

MHA Kiss HCs

Arachne Reader

Elemental Reader

Fafnir

High Pain Tolerance Reader

High Pain Tolerance Reader 2

Wolf Tattoos

Male Pregnancy

Male Pregnancy Part 2

Amaterasu’s Miko Reader

Miko Reader Part 2

Farmer Reader AU

Health Class Baby Practice

Phonk Music

Twins

Leap Year Goddess

Leap Year Goddess 2

Older Looking Teen Reader

Goblin Child Reader

Bakugo and Goll

Bakugo and Goll First Date

High School HCs

Centaur Reader

Lady of Wolves

Spring Heeled Jack

Human Pantheon

Mermaid Reader

OP Reader

Eyes like the Night Sky

Centaur Switch

Dog Switch

High School AU Jack

Chinese Dance Fighter

Titan Child Reader

Valhalla Daycare

Wendigo Reader

Vampire-ish Reader

Vampire-ish Reader 2: Hugs

Valkyrie Reader

Hera HCs

Zoo

Cu Chulainn Reader

Joan of Arc Reader

Hitman Reader

Jirai Kei

Nyx’s Sleepy Wish Granting Daughter

Sweet but Dark (Jack the Ripper x Reader)

Element User Reader

Best Father-in-Law

RoR x Pokemon Hcs

Just Dance

Athena vs. Joan of Arc

Prometheus

Chainsaw Bride

Return of the Night

Doll Like Reader

Adopting Zerofuku

Powerful Emotions

Nyx Reader- New Duties

A Kind Soul (Platonic Odin)

Similarity Worries

Pranks of Time

Dangers of a Braid

Long Forgotten Awakening

The Price to be Paid

Kaguya Reader

Scariest Woman in the World

Sweet but Scary

Genius Friends

Ignored Wise Child

Emperor Dad

Giant Mermaid Reader

Alternate Universe Fears

Watching Bluey

Dimension Hopper Reader

Doll Like Fertility Goddess

#masterlist

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cubic-watermelon · 10 months

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A friend of mine (who knows I love centaurs) recommended I watched Centaur world. I thought it was a dumb childish cartoon for babies, I ended up loving it. Also, it's a musical! I couldn't resist!

I guess it wasn't that popular because no one was talking about it. I enjoyed it a lot and I'm glad I watched it.

#centaur world #horse #nowhere king #art

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cookies-and-music · 3 months

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Ghost. - part 5: The Night We Met.

This chapter's musical suggestion is The Night We Met by Lord Huron.

Part 1 here - part 6 here

PAIRING: TVA!LokixOC

RATING: ALL

SUMMARY: Loki meets sombody at the TVA he once knew. Unfortunately she doesn't seem to remember him.

TVA, 2021

Loki knew what he had to do. He had seen fragments of her, the SHIELD agent, in Lydia, the consultant at the TVA. The one he knew was buried inside, somewhere beneath layers and layers of paperwork. He had seen her bright eyes when she stepped forward on a case, the satisfied murmurs when she took the first bite of cake, and how she played with the pen when she was bored. All he had to do was bring her out into the open.

There were no starry skies at the TVA, that was true, but he was the god of mischief, and creating one would be child's play.

"Lydia Princhett," Loki called from the entrance of the library, seeing her sitting with her back to a desk and earning some glares from others present.

"Loki... of Asgard?" Lydia asked, turning slowly towards him, confused by his use of her full name.

Loki crossed the room in long strides and positioned himself beside the desk.

"Come, I want to show you something."

"Uhm, can it wait? I'm working, and I'm about to close the case—" Lydia glanced from him to the documents.

"Nope, let's go," Loki gently grabbed her arm, lifting her from the desk.

"Come on, Loki, I'm serious," she whined.

"So am I," Loki flashed her a big smile, raising his eyebrows. "Let's go," he pulled her along towards the library's exit.

"But where?" Lydia asked as she was dragged through the TVA's corridors.

"It's a surprise."

"I don't like surprises."

"I know," he smiled, "but you'll like this one" he assured, opening a door that led to a circular room, completely empty except for a table with a couple of chairs and a computer.

"Wow," Lydia took a few bored steps inside, moving towards the center of the room, "an interrogation room, never seen one of them empty" she crossed her arms.

Loki closed the door behind him, approaching her and entering her personal space.

"Close your eyes."

"Why?" Lydia tried to muster a smile to hide the embarrassment of having him so close.

"Trust me."

It's not that she didn't trust him, but the voice he used, deep and calm, was akin to a command, yet reassuring. Lydia took a deep breath, trying to calm her heartbeat, before closing her eyes.

"Now open them" he whispered against her ear.

Lydia opened her eyes and saw that the walls and ceiling of the room had transformed into a vast starry sky. She looked at the ceiling with her mouth agape, taking a few steps around the room. She knew where it ended, and she knew it had to be an illusion created by Loki, but she feared that if she got too close to the walls, it would disappear.

When she turned her gaze back to Loki, she saw him settling down on a blanket that Lydia knew wasn't there before.

She approached him and sat down beside him.

"It's beautiful" she smiled then shifted her gaze to the sky and furrowed her brow slightly "but I can't find any constellations."

"You can't, or at least not the ones you know," Loki smiled, drawing her gaze "this is the sky of Asgard."

"Oh" she commented softly.

"You see, that's the constellation of the centaur” Loki smiled pointing to a group of stars“there's a whole legend associated with that,"

“Would you like narrating?” She smiled.

Loki was happy to oblige.

They spent a long time, not that it mattered at the TVA, talking about the stars, then about their worlds. Lydia was particularly curious to know about Asgard, and Loki wasn't particularly opposed to the idea of telling her everything (again). From there, they talked about their lives, funny anecdotes from childhood, Lydia dislocating her arm while jumping from tree to tree in her backyard, Loki as a snake trying to bite Thor, his battles alongside his brother, her training in SHIELD, and the discovery of her giant nature for him.

In the end, they laid on the woolen blanket, staring at the fake sky above their heads.

Loki realized there was so much about Lydia he didn't know, despite thinking he knew everything; while Lydia realized that, despite the perfect illusion projected on the wall, the brightest stars were Loki's eyes that shone when he talked about his home and dimmed when he talked about his family.

"Do you miss them a lot?" She turned on her side to look at him.

Loki lowered his gaze for a moment before bringing it back to her, brushing her hand with his. "I miss many people" he smiled sadly.

And Lydia saw it. The ghost on his face. It appeared often when he looked at her. She knew that, in his timeline, they knew each other, and she saw that sometimes when he looked at her, he didn't see her, but another person. One who resembled her. And she felt guilty, somehow, wearing her skin, which was such a sad memory for him.

"Loki," she murmured, hesitating and reciprocating the caress on his hand "who was I to you?"

He looked at their hands and furrowed his brows. "It's hard to explain. We were friends, I suppose, although that's not quite accurate. I... cared a lot about you, and you... cared about me too."

Lydia lowered her gaze, swallowing, taking a deep breath. "How did we meet?"

Loki would have preferred to avoid that conversation. "As you know... I've done things in the past I'm not proud of. One of them was," Loki wanted to dig a hole and bury himself in it "trying to invade Earth. And... you could say that you helped me."

Lydia widened her eyes incredulously before shaking her head with a little laugh "Impossible."

"No, no, it's true," Loki sat up. "We weren't friends at first, but then you understood. You understood why I had to do it, and you helped me open the portal for the invasion."

"Loki, I don't know what happened there, in the past or... well, in my future, but I'm certain of one thing" she sat up to his level "there's no universe, dimension, or time where I would betray my country, and the fact that we were friends doesn't change things."

Her words didn't please Loki, who looked at her with hurt eyes, as if she were a monster. They stared at each other for a moment before Loki stood up abruptly.

"Very well," he gestured with his hand, making the illusion surrounding them disappear and returning the room to its pale colours. He strode across the floor and reached the only piece of furniture in the room: a desk with an old-fashioned computer. "If you don't want to believe me, at least believe in yourself."

Loki started pressing keys on the computer, and a screen activated on the wall in front of them.

"Or are you too afraid of the truth? Of finding out who you really are?"

Lydia met his challenging gaze with one of coldness. She stood up, approached the desk, and sat in the chair next to Loki's.

Without moving her eyes from his, she reached out a hand and, taking a deep breath, did the only thing she could do. She pressed "play."

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I know that magic doesn't work at the TVA, but I didn't remeber that while writing this chapter. I promise this one is the only exception.

Happy days are gone my friends. He was a shitty being, she was too. Time to face that.

Again, thanks for the support!!!

The fanfic is finished, so I'll just edit the chapters and post them. Working on a possible sequel, once I have clearer ideas I'll write something down.

#fanfic #loki series #loki #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki x oc #loki season 2 #loki x reader images #loki x you #loki x y/n #tva!loki #tva!lokixreader #tva!lokixoc #tom hiddleston

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kiruvry · 2 years

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hi !! i forgot to post these initially, but ive rewritten a bunch of stuff from my kny fantasy au :]

these are just general messy pieces of a couple people + infodumping below :]]c

(Piece 1)

Kyojuro and Senjuro are a duo of brothers born into the Rengoku family, that's left their sons especially well known for generations for their eagerness and being willing to assist others with any sorts of labour or tasks they're unable to complete by themselves. Being from a long line of centaurs, Kyojuro himself included, this gives them a lot of advantages over the general population who are predominantly human and allows them to physically handle a lot more. Senjuro, however, is a little bit of a different story- Shinjuro and Ruka Rengoku aren't an expected pairing from this bloodline, with Ruka being a faun lady rather than another centaur. Because of this, instead of being the norm, Senjuro, despite having the strong, usual features of a Rengoku, was born a faun, leading him to having to help people in a slightly different way to his elder brother. However, it doesn't stop him from accompanying Kyojuro out every now and then.

(Piece 2)

A well renowned group of performers, labelled misfits by some who have their reservations about their tales and music, Tengen Uzui and what are rumoured by some to be his three wives Suma, Makio and Hinatsuru have made a name for themselves here after coming out of nowhere with the girls' musical talents and Tengen's unique and self-described "flashy" appearance, often the initial factor drawing the common folk to their shows, to which they ultimately stay for their display, intrigued by their stories. Stories that are brought to life with stunning song and performance, allowing an almost vivid, painterly visual to appear to the audience. Whether this is merely their minds at work or truly a piece of the group's own magic is debated, but the true answer has yet to be revealed.

(Piece 3)

Within the Demigoddess of Life & Health's sanctuary of peace, the center at which her tree of life lies- accompanying her guardian Yushiro aswell are the two children she took in and under her wing while they were still quite young. An older brother and younger sister, Gyutaro and Daki are both satyrs with surprisingly, vastly different appearances. The duo were originally only to stay short-term- however as Lady Tamayo begins to realise that there is more to these two than first appears, she asks them personally if they would be willing to stay with her longer. The pair since a young age have experienced strange visions of an... inverted world, displaying many horrors beyond belief to commoners, however such tall tales have never been truly believed by anybody else, labeling the children as merely 'crying wolf' because their world has been at peace for centuries. Why these visions of theirs intrigue the Demigoddess is unknown, but when it's brought up, she often has a look of distant sadness on her face.

The duo were often left to their own devices as they grew older, and seemed to eventually grow to enjoy causing trouble, described by some as delinquents- though one day, a young man they had found near their home had caught their interest. He didn't appear to look anything like they had seen before- with scales and horns, almost reptilian in appearance, if he didn't have the face of a man, albeit his cheeks covered in scales. He introduced himself to the siblings as Kaigaku, and boldly stated he was a draconoid- however they had been presumed extinct for years. He had run away from his adoptive home... yet again, and had gone out into the forest to get away from the stuffiness back there, however ultimately got lost as he wasn't aware of where he was going, not often venturing out until recent years in 'teenage rebellion'. This was the start of the small group's friendship, as the young man would continue to come back to the siblings to see them specifically, which caused them to eventually enjoy one another's company. Lady Tamayo does have a few small reservations about him, though hasn't disclosed as to why to anybody.

(Piece 4)

Living within a small estate in the woods with her sisters- Shinobu is a doctor of sorts, though it certainly wouldn't be assumed at first glance, due to her more unprofessional approach. Don't allow that to fool you, however- due to her lesser magical and physical strength as a fairy, she instead has devoted herself to helping the less fortunate in a more medical way and has succeeded far more than the average run of the mill practitioner. She sometimes lurks over previous patients who suffered from particularly serious issues for a while, merely in order to keep her eyes on them and see how they fare. One previous patient in particular she's kept an eye on is a curious sorcerer- one... seemingly born with his powers, rather than having to study arcane text in order to gain them as most do. Glowing marks engraved on his skin, Giyuu was a rather unique case to the sisters. With his mortal body unable to fully handle his power's true extent, his form began to erode. It was only with the enchanted red bindings around his body he was able to contain his power, at the cost of his ability to use it as he pleases, it's repeated use often causing exhaustion. He's made a full recovery as of now, however with what's contained inside of him, his state is quite unpredictable and could change in the blink of an eye.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny au #demon slayer au #fantasy au #kny fantasy au #kyojuro rengoku #senjuro rengoku #tengen uzui #suma #makio #hinatsuru #kaigaku #gyutaro #daki #shinobu kochou #giyuu tomioka

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obsessivevoidkitten · 2 years

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The Satyr’s Song

Yandere Male Satyr x Gender Neutral Deer-Person Reader (CW: Manipulation, general yandere behavior, coerced relationship, illusions, deer hybrid reader, yandere satyr) Word Count: 1.6k (My other beta reader and long time friend @lilliumumi made a request and helped develop the ideas for a satyr yandere, there was supposed to be some smut, but I could not fit it in yet, there may be a super short sequel that’s just smut, idk. Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys this.) The Forest of Ethreyal was a place of picturesque beauty and was, at first glance, the very definition of peaceful. It was home to many mythical and wondrous creatures found nowhere else in the world. Centaurs, satyrs, many different types of fae, and your species, the deer-folk. For the most part all the intelligent races of the forest got along really well together, though you were warned to never let yourself be alone with a satyr though. You did not know why, you weren’t sure anyone remembered why, it is just something that the older deer-folk told to the younger ones. At any rate, it was yet another beautiful day in the forest, you were enjoying the pleasant breeze as you foraged for fruits and wild growing greens for your people. You did not know why but you simply could not shake the feeling that you were being watched, oh well, it was surely just your imagination, as there was no real danger in the forest. You went about your task, busily collecting berries of various types and greens into your basket. As you began to finish up, having filled up your basket, your ears pricked. You faintly detected the most enchanting music you had ever heard from deeper in the forest. It was an area you had never visited before, but you had no fear having been raised in such peaceful surroundings, and it was still a part of The Forest of Ethreyal after all. How could following such beauteous music in the enchanted forest that you called home be dangerous? It took you a few minutes off the beaten trail before you finally discovered the source of the music. There, in the middle of a fairly large clearing bordered by vibrant flowers and illuminated by the cascading rays of the evening sun filtered through the clouds, was a satyr frolicking and playing a pan flute. You vaguely remembered warnings about not leaving yourself alone with a satyr, but surely they were mistaken, no one wicked could be in a place of such resplendence. The satyr male looked at you and did not break eye contact as he continued his dancing and music. He was the picture of joy and serenity, his curly brown hair bouncing around a pair of medium length goat horns that grew from his head. He had the legs of a goat, brown furred, completely with a cute little goat tail that could be seen wagging whenever he twirled around during his dance, he had hooves, much like you did. The satyr finally ended his song and dance and approached you with a charming smile, he was a bit taller than you were with a slightly chubby build and tanned skin. He had a bit of stubble on his face and looked to be right around your age. You noticed he was not wearing anything to protect his modesty and his large cock and nuts swayed pendulously as he walked. This was not abnormal for denizens of this forest, so you did not think anything of it, though you did have to pry your eyes away as that would be a bit rude. “Hello there little deer, I am Fairwic, I passed you earlier actually on my way back to my grove, what do you go by.” “Oh, hi! I’m (Y/N). Nice to meet you! You play your flute so well, I was so enthralled.” You actually were quite enthralled in a very literal sense, when he saw you earlier as he was walking through the forest searching for a suitable mate to help him satisfy his rut he happened upon you and watched for a while. Finally he determined that he absolutely had to have you and returned to his home to play his magical tune and lure you to him, but you did not need to know all that. When he caught you staring at his cock he had to stop himself from smirking, it just meant you were attracted to him and that only cemented his belief that he had to have you and would be able to satisfy you. “Would you like a tour of my grove (Y/N)? I just don’t get visitors this deep in the forest very often at all and I would love to be friends with you.” The satyr smiled at you innocently. How could anyone ever suggest they were bad? “Sure, I am not expected back yet! And I love making new friends.” You returned his smile, you were just so happy and bubbly and your smile made his heart burn with sheer and desperate need. He simply had to have you. You had such a lovely time with Fairwic, first he took you by the hand and showed you all his many flowers. He was growing so very many. Orchids, nasturtiums, sunflowers, violets, dandelions, pansies, tulips, lilies, bachelor buttons, and many more. Then he made you the most beautiful flower crown from blooms that he let you pick out. He had every color so you now had a flower crown made with your favorite color combo. You had felt guilty for having him use his flowers, but you stared in awe as he played his flute and the plants regrew their lost blooms before your very eyes. After that he insisted you ate with him, you wanted to get back to your people soon, but certainly a quick meal would not hurt and you did not want to be rude to your new friend! Fairwic made you a tantalizing tray of sweet fruits, exotic cheeses, and tasty crackers. He played his flute and danced for you as you ate, it was really the perfect ending to a long day. At least you had thought it would be the end, it was far from it. “Thank you so much for the flower crown and food Fairwic, but it is starting to get late and I think my tribe will start to get worried soon. I really must be going, but maybe we can hangout again sometime soon?” As you set the tray down beside you he started playing and suddenly you felt oddly calm and relaxed, all intention to leave slowly fading from your mind. And after that you fell into an enchanted sleep. Fairwic took you in his arms and carried you effortlessly, his slightly chubby build hiding his great strength. He kissed your forehead gently and carefully carried you off deeper in the grove and into his hut that was built inside of a grass and vine covered hill. The goat-man laid you on his bed and slept peacefully while spooning you. When he woke up the spell he had used was still lingering and he figured he had enough time to go fetch you some food and perhaps pick you some flowers since he knew your favorites. Fairwic calculated poorly though, because you woke up just as he was back at his garden, you woke up and remembered the events of last night. You were about to leave but fell asleep. You figured Fairwic must have let you sleep in his home to keep you safe. You really wanted to think him for being such a nice new friend, but you could not find him anywhere. You decided that you would simply have to leave, your family and friends would be worried sick and you really had to go. By the time that Fairwic returned you were just about to step out of his territory and back into the main forest. The goat dropped everything all the flowers and food he had so lovingly procured for you and ran out of the hut. He grabbed his pan flute and hoped that you were still within range, he would do anything to keep you with him, where you belonged. Fairwic began playing a haunting and melancholic tune, one filled with the deepest sorrow, anguish, anxiety, and terror. The second the magic music hit your ears it was as good as over, the spell took hold of you. As you walked into the forest you saw strange movements flicker in the shadows ahead and to the side of you, you heard the shrieking screams of terrors unknown to you, and the sky itself was consumed by void as a demonic form coalesced into existence in front of you. It outstretched its hand towards you and filled you with a primal fear that leeched into your very bones, making you shiver with cold. You were going to die. You were sure of it. But suddenly Fairwic came charging from the trees and got between you and the strange otherworldly evil that threatened you. He tossed a bolt of energy towards it that smacked and staggered it then immediately turned around and grabbed you, pulling you back into his personal grove. “Are you okay (Y/N)? It seems like demonic spirits have taken hold of the forest! We won’t be able to leave, I am so sorry about your family, but at least we are safe here, my territory is magically blessed.” You were completely unable to speak, tears running down your face. You could barely comprehend this new reality, your family, your friends, evil had invaded The Forest of Ethreyal, one of the greatest bastions of peace and tranquility lost… This couldn’t be happening! You clung tightly to Fairwic, burying your face into his chest, he was now the only person you had left in the whole world. He ran his head gently through your hair and kissed the top of your head. “Don’t worry, don’t worry (Y/N), my magic will always protect you.” Fairwic could not help but smirk, he would have to wait a while before using anymore magic to influence you, lest you grow suspicious, but now that he had all the time in the world with you, secluded in his paradise, he knew eventually he would get you to be his mate.

#yandere teratophilia #male yandere x gn reader #yandere x reader #yandere monster #yandere satyr #satyr boyfriend #monster boyfriend #my oc #my oc fairwic #gender neutral reader

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