#fuzzball attack

[bamfaholic]

From Eden to Sit at Your Door | Part 4

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AO3 here! ❤

TW for assault! Viewer discretion advised!!!

A/N: It's getting hot in here! Very juicy part imo

Kurt Wagner is in for it when you get your hands on him. This little disappearing act is growing stale; he needs to refresh his routine. You scramble out of the bed, at least making it — unlike a fuzzball we know — and changing into the spare clothes he brought.

The revelation you are a mutant had you think a little differently. You found yourself really focusing on what you could hear. Any whispers that could be useful to you. There was plenty of deafening ambience, just like last night. You ball your fists. Just… Just focus. Focus on one thing.

You picture Kurt, his smile, his radiant eyes. Your cheeks burn. Yet… There it is. Ever so faintly, the familiar sound of his breathing, the tip of his tail cutting through the air.

So, you’ve managed to hear him, but that doesn’t narrow down where he is. You aren’t aware of the limitations to your abilities just yet, your radius could be 50 feet or 50 miles for all you knew.

You huff, crossing your arms over your chest. You figure you might as well use context clues to decipher his motives. After some fumbling around in the dim room, you find the box of matches. A strike later, and the match roars to life. You make your way around, lighting the few candles, until the match burns to a nub singing your fingertips.

You yelp in surprise, dropping the remains on the floor. It’s nothing, not even a true burn, the shock is what rocked you the most. Once you recollect yourself, the first thing to draw your attention is the open manilla envelope on the bench.

You snoop, flipping through the pages. Everything is written in English. You kick yourself for not paying better attention in class, as so many words are too complex and foreign. Beginner English you pick up on, and the few cognates. In defeat, you flip back to the front, seeing a photo of a woman. Blue, angled cheeks, sleek vivid red hair. Surprisingly, her eyes match Kurt’s in color, but in addition they have slit-shaped pupils. Just how common are blue mutants?

You slip the photo in your pocket. Not much of a plan, you realize, but you can at least make it so Kurt can’t deny the existence of the folder. You leave it on the bench, trading it for your white cane, and make the voyage out of the spare room.

You swear you get lost in the claustrophobic corridors at least twice, and it doesn’t help when you realize you’re in the basement. You avoid anywhere that grows too dark for your comfort. You aren’t sure how long it takes you, just that the sun is up when you finally make it to the sanctuary.

“Wow…” It’s completely different from last night, like you stepped through a portal. The sheets are gone, dust eliminated, warm candles illuminate the gorgeous stained glass and adorned ceiling.

It looks inviting, like its excitedly awaiting the next congregation. Kurt is hung by his tail, upside down, wiping down a beam with a rag. He softly hums a hymn to himself as he does so. It’s a cute sight, his nappy hair suspended midair. He’s still wearing his tank, now trying to slip off his toned body due to gravity, and his light-colored shorts.

He releases the grip with his tail, flipping himself upright, and lands flawlessly on his feet in just a few seconds. Hands on his hips, he admires his handiwork.

You tip toe across the aisle to stand behind him. “Good morning, Kurt.”

“Ah!” He jumps, launching the dirty rag across the room, his tail sticking straight up like a cat. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack, Schatz?”

You snicker, unable to help yourself. “Sorry, sorry. It was too easy.” You get on your tip toes to ruffle his hair, only now you realize how tall he is.

He gruffs, but you see the grin threatening to peak through. “Apology accepted, but I won’t be so nice next time.”

“How so?” You cock your head to the side.

“Like this!” He lunges towards you; his hands making their way under your arms and tickling you. You shriek out before crumbling into a ball of laughter. Once he’s wrecked enough havoc, he sets you free as you gasp for air. “That’ll show you.”

Your chest noticeably rises and falls. “R-Right. I’ve learned my lesson. I won’t spook you again.”

“Damn right,” he says with a laugh, helping you back up to your feet. “did you sleep well?”

“Uh, yeah. I did.” You nervously run circles into the back of your neck, too ashamed to admit it was the best sleep of your life. “So what are you up to?”

“Oh, well someone very sneezy said I should dust,” Mischief flickers in his eyes, “And I should honor God , what better way than to clean His home?”

“I suppose you have a point.”

“Aye, friend, I do!” He hops on top of a pew, crouching like before, in your flat.

“But what now?” You look around the room, unsure what he could do next. You rub your fingers together with the photo between them in your pocket. You aren’t quite sure how or when to bring up the file.

“Head to the market, probably.” His tail happily sways behind him. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”

Right on cue, your stomach loudly proclaims its emptiness. Kurt only laughs, hopping back down to his feet. You now note how active he is, he can’t seem to sit still. He pats your back before spinning around, throwing on his coat and hat. “I’ll be off, don’t answer the door.”

“What? You’re going alone?” You’re stunned, but he continues on, heading to the front door.

“Ja, you’ve already been hurt Schatz. I can’t… I cannot allow it again. I will not.”

You don’t know what to say to that. His tone sharply switching grim, serious. It was strange to see him this way.

“Well, I’ll be seeing you. Ciao!” Kurt opened the door, his trademark grin back, and right as he took a step out the door lightning crackled down, striking a few blocks away. Thunder tumbles over your heads, rain pouring from above.

“Shit.” He swears under his breath. “There goes that.” He sighs, putting his coat back on the hanger. “The church will flood and I can’t let it be ruined more than it already is. I’m its only protector now…”

Kurt briskly saunters past you, and you can already see what he means. So much water slowly drips from the ceiling, but a few spots have proper holes causing the downpour no difficulty.

You fiddle with your hands, not sure what to do to help. Kurt has already dipped into some corridor. He is hard to track, hard to spot. It isn’t hard to see why he was so surprised you caught him in your apartment yesterday.

Slowly, you walk back down the aisle of the sanctuary, running a hand along each pew. Some are pristine, but most are cracked. Some have their upholstery torn up, most likely from mold and water damage. There remains a handful of bibles in the shelves, none of them in great condition. The pages are puffed up, discolored, and wavy. A few flames have died out from the rainwater, shifting the ambience cooler. A hole in the roof creates a spotlight on Christ’s face. His peaceful expression, eyes casted downward to onlookers below. Holes in his wrists and ankles, oozing marble blood.

It sends a shiver down your spine.

The bible at the altar is open, and with the thick layer of dust it’s evident it hasn’t been touched in quite some time. Why was this the one thing Kurt didn’t touch? You wonder.

It’s open to the book of Mathew, and some of the phrases are familiar. Lines you’ve heard incessantly in your life, such as: “Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.” You never understood the seeming hypocrisy, what it really meant.

Your eyes are drawn to a specific line thickly underlined:

Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness’ sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

There’s a thin scratch in the dust layer, like a nail digging through. You reach out to touch, to read more, maybe this will give you a glimpse into Kurt. This entire adventure had you forget why you even interacted with the man in the first place: your book.

You hear a crash and a commotion, like tons of metal falling to the ground. “Kurt!” you shout, rushing to his direction, but his blue-self pops out from a hallway.

“Ja?” He says, chipper as ever.

Kurt comes back with pots, bowls, and buckets. He strategically sets them up, before seating himself at the altar. He lights two candles before mumbling to himself, clasping his hands in prayer.

You carefully seat yourself beside him, enjoying the beauty. The candles are warm, comforting. They remind you of last night. You never cared for church, hated it in fact, but were happy it gave Kurt peace.

“Amen.” He finishes, raising his head and glancing to you.

“Why do you believe?” You spit out.

His glimmering eyes examine you, “Why don’t you? There is no proof to swing you one way or another.” He leans back, propping himself up with both of his hands.

“Well, it’s just… You’ve been through an awful lot. Not many would be thanking God for that.”

Kurt throws his head back in a laugh, his hand mere inches from yours. “I suppose not, but that is what makes me different. God destined me for these trials, these… Tribulations. I will prove myself as much as He needs me to.” His other hand moves up to feverishly clutch the rosary adorning his neck.

You click your tongue, not one to be religious. “I just don’t think it’s fair.”

“Aye, well, nothing is fair, friend.” He gently pats your head. “We would be puppets if not for the first sin, if our mother and father Adam and Eve hadn’t listened to the serpent. It was the cost of our autonomy.”

You hold your tongue, not comfortable in fighting his beliefs. At least he isn’t forcing it upon you. “Your rosary is beautiful.” You point to it. “Where did you get it?”

“That…” He peers down his chest. “The nunnery that raised me claims they found me with it, so I’d assume my mother.”

“You don’t know her? You grew up in a nunnery?”

He winces, slightly. You’ve accidentally opened an old wound. “In a sense, no. She… She abandoned me, for even I was too monstrous for her. So God led me to the sisters. I am ever grateful.”

You don’t think as you make your move, gently placing your hand on top of his. “Well, this mother of yours, she doesn’t deserve to know the kind of man you’ve become. You’re better than she will ever be.”

He chuckles, cheeks flushing. “You flatter me, Schatz.” He turns to look at you, his smile melting you into a puddle. “I’m so happy you think so.”

Thunder rolls above again, lightning cracking and snapping outside, yet you two are focused on no one else. The tension is thick, and you hear his heart fluttering.

“I’m so happy I met you, friend.” His brilliant glow is blinding.

You nervously swallow. “M-Me too.” You glance away, your face so hot it feels like it’s melting.

“And…” He gives your hand a squeeze. “I am no saint, friend. I am very much a dirty sinner.” He drops his voice to a whisper, leaning in close to you.

His mouth is slightly parted, breath hot. You can see the tips of his fangs threatening to poke out. His grip is a little tighter. You forget to breathe.

“Will you sin, with me?”

Your heart does cartwheels before lodging in your throat. Unable to speak, you just nod.

His eyes slowly close, his head slightly askew. He’s leaning closer to you, his breath warms and tickles the tips of your ears.

Blood is rushing through you, digging your nails into your palms just to stay grounded. This feels so soon, way too soon, but you can’t help it and comply.

You allow yourself to melt, leaning in, pressing your lips together. Fireworks burst between you, his lips so soft and gentle. Your skin is electrified. He’s so warm, and he smells sweet like a doughy pastry.

A hand of his slides up your back, cradling your neck. He pulls you into his lap, enveloping you in intoxicating warmth and desire. You raise a shaky hand to run through his hair. This all feels like a dream, a magnificent dream.

He bites down on your lower lip, hard. Its as if ice cold water is thrown on you. You inhale sharply in distress, the taste of blood filling your mouth. You try to yelp as you open your eyes but find yourself staring at someone else. Their features melt and realign, but the golden sclera remain. It’s the woman from before, the mutant Kurt was after.

She wipes your blood from her lips with her thumb, licking it away. You open your mouth to scream something, anything.  “Ah ah ah~,” She tuts, jamming a large metal device in your gut.

Electricity burns your skin, your muscles convulse and fight against your senses. You fall backward, to the harsh unforgiving floor. She rises to her feet, heels of her boots clicking on the stone.

She speaks in English, just barely out of your view. All you can see is her blurry blue silhouette. The footsteps circle themselves, before she comes back straight to you. She stretches up in height, her skin forming metal plates, and in a blink she’s a broad man made of metal.

She heaves you over her shoulder, and out the front doors of the church. The icy rain beats down on your back, soaking you completely while you still fight the convulsions. You’re hurled into an armed vehicle with English lettering on the side.

Inside, you’re completely surrounded. Soldiers, just like the ones from your flat. They pay you no mind, one of them slapping jagged, strange looking handcuffs on your wrists.

The truck squeals before it begins to move, and you’re jostled by every bump and turn. Rain drops down from your hair, and you watch the puddles grow at your feet. The despair in your heart is soul crushing. Again and again, you’re left like this: helpless. When will it end?

You close your eyes, the lack of visuals comforting. Something you were accustomed to, something you knew you couldn’t rely on. Maybe Kurt was someone you never knew, stringing you along. Maybe he was this horrible woman all along. You couldn’t be certain, and you didn’t know if you ever could be.

For now, it didn’t appear to be in the cards for you to know anytime soon. Instead, like a lamb being led to the slaughter, you quietly await your future in the dim back of the truck; blood from your split lip dribbling and mixing with your tears.

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[karilyx]

THE CHILD.

It's a girl and I NEED A NAME 😭​ (send suggestions)

I haven't thought about it all, I just rlly wanted to draw her

Also Shadad having a mini heart attack, because his daughter's a menace and still doesn't like to wear any type of shoe, aaand so she also takes off Inhibitor Rings as well as gloves (likes them most tho)

She collects energy just to stare at the electricity she produces, making her also look like a fuzzball most times as she doesn't know how to distribute it yet

Ya'll rlly liked the sth stuff lmao - going over to drawing mlp now

First post -> Second

[fanficwriter284]

angsty Chucky HCs?

Sure!

Chucky is a boatload of issues. All stemming from his biological family.

If you were to ask him what would he prefer too look like. He would say his new form over his first. Because he hates how he looked. Too much like his father…The man who killed his twin. It was the bane of his existence to even look in the mirror.

As much as he hates it. He sobbed when he killed his father but felt nothing when his mother killed herself a year before. All he remembers is her dead on the floor and hour later his father wailing…and his father remaining sober for a weak as a way to punish himself…one of the times his father remained sober… maybe that’s way he didn’t care all that much when she died…she never loved him or his brother… she made that clear after she tried to put him to sleep forever after hugging him too tight around the neck….his father on the other hand cared…or somewhat did when he was mentally available.

When he’s in the middle of an attack he tends to see things….and hear things. Mainly his fathers voice. Which leads him just to attack anything in his path.

He can’t all that well remember his mothers face and has to stare at old photos just to jog his memory. And he refuses to call that woman Mom. And barely allows the word mother to pass.

Speaking of Mom. Mary is the woman who took young Charles in and noticed how shy and reserved he was. And heard he was prone to nightmares and night terrors, so she decided to get him something to keep him company. That’s where Mr. Fuzzball or as you all know him Mr. Fuzz came from.

However many years later Mary got sick. And never got better. Which Chucky refused to accept as reality and just chose to live in denial…and would talk about all the things they’d do once she got better. Mary knew better though. Cancer had been something that ran in her family. The same type that took her son away from her and led her to the idea of adoption. So compiled tapes and recorded herself. As many as she could. A tape for every birthday. Every Christmas. If he ever got married. Advice. All to make sure her Chucky would have a piece of her to remember her by.

When she did pass it shattered him and he ran away from home leaving his dad (Liam Kengal his former math teacher and moms boyfriend) .

He was on his own and just felt so alone. That’s when he and Tiffany decided to move in with each other and started fresh.

[animehusukatour]

if bad fluffies are attacking rocky Rickaby. and steals his pancake what happen jokes

The Pancake Heist Begins

Rocky is enjoying a quiet morning, making a big stack of pancakes in the Lackadaisy speakeasy kitchen.

Suddenly, a gang of "smarty" bad fluffies (the arrogant, bossy type) bursts in through the window.

Smarty Fluffy: "Dis am fwuffies' pancakes now! Gib nummies or gib owies!"

Rocky, confused but amused: "Well now, ain’t this a sticky situation?"

Rocky vs. The Fluffy Horde

Phase 1: Confusion and Chaos

Rocky, being Rocky, tries to reason with them in a weirdly poetic way:

"You see, dear fuzzballs, breakfast is a sacred rite! A man—err, cat—should never be deprived of his rightful pancakes!"

The fluffies don’t understand, and instead, steal the pancakes and run.

Phase 2: The Chase Begins

Rocky chases after them, jumping over tables and doing unnecessary acrobatics, while the fluffies trip over their own stubby legs.

One fluffy gets tangled in syrup, screaming "SCREEEE! STICKY HUWTIES!"

Rocky grabs a rolling pin and starts using it like a sword, flipping fluffies into the air.

The Fluffpocalypse Battle Scene

The smarty fluffy tries to rally his troops, yelling:

"Nu wet dummeh hoomin-cat take nummies! ATTACK!"

A wave of fluffies charge at Rocky, but he dodges effortlessly.

Fluffies bounce off walls, into syrup puddles, and crash into furniture.

Ivy and Freckle walk in, see the chaos, and just slowly back away.

The Final Showdown: Rocky’s Revenge

The last remaining fluffies corner Rocky, still clutching the stolen pancakes.

Rocky grins mischievously and pulls out his violin.

He starts playing an absolutely horrible, screeching song, making the fluffies wail in pain.

Fluffies run for their lives, screaming:

"NUUU! BAD NOISIES! Fwuffies' heawties am huwt!"

The smarty fluffy tries to escape, but Rocky pounces on him, reclaiming his pancakes.

The Aftermath: Victory for Rocky

The pancakes are a little fluffy-covered, but still edible.

Rocky sits back down, sighs, and eats his victory breakfast.

Meanwhile, the bad fluffies flee into the night, forever haunted by the sound of Rocky’s violin.

Final Verdict:

✅ Rocky wins, pancakes are saved. ❌ Fluffies are traumatized by music. ✅ Freckle and Ivy pretend they saw nothing.

[kariachi]

Random Headcanon: There are pokemon types that tend towards being more chill, there are types that tend towards being more aggressive, and then there's fairy-types.

Fairy pokemon tend to have more disparate extremes than other types do. More dangerous or aggressive fairy-types will also be absolute sweethearts, fairy-type species known for being sweethearts will turn on a dime into menaces to life and limb.

Gardevoir are great! As long as you're behind them. If they think you're a threat they will take you down with extreme prejudice.

Ribombee and Cutiefly are affectionate little fuzzballs, so long as they aren't being overhunted. When populations drop sharply over a short period they swarm to wipe out any nearby threats.

Tinkaton are one of the few pokemon species that hunt for sport. They're also one of the few species to actively adopt the young of other species.

The Hatenna line are known for their aggressive natures and a tendency to toy with people. Like their relative Florges they also so great care for the nature around them and actively seek to keep it healthy.

Sylveon are known to be some of the most loyal, affectionate, trustworthy pokemon out there. Just make sure not to wrong one- they don't forget, getting them to forgive is like pulling teeth, and they aren't afraid to attack.

[cmweller]

Challenge #009: Fluffy Puffy Omnicidal Vengeance

A human brings two very fluffy, but small, dogs with them. These dogs become the pirates' worst nightmare when they attack the ship. -- Anon Guest

On first impressions, they looked like amorphous blobs of fuzz. One black and one white. Only when they woke did they seem to sprout feet and, in the case of the white one, little beady eyes. Portions of the floof oscillated as Human Ela called their names.

"Mune? Nux? Heel."

The snuffling fuzzballs were no bigger than a Terran basketball, and almost entirely spherical. They looked soft and harmless, as well as being the last thing anyone might pick as 'dog' in Dog or Not?[1]. According to Ela, they were dogs. Pomeranians, to be precise.

[Check the source for the rest of the story]

[phlurrii]

Oh fuck

Oh fuck

Oh fuck

Remember this??? I put together a lot of pieces suddenly and oh no oh no oh Noe. I wonder why he has the kink in his second neck, eh? Could it just possibly be because Meau got hit by the axe in exactly the same place??? I’m extremely concerned about the possibility that this is why he formed early, because the damage somehow ripped the two of them apart. That seems like, y���know, a very good way to gain one ghost typing. And, y’know, a very good way for Meau to only have properly seen his original shiny form for a brief period of time. Did he “die” from the attack? Is that how he got the ghost typing? Is that why his fur darkened so much? Or even worse, did Meau come so close to death that he split off from her to be her replacement? Is that what his second purpose is? Did he appear early because Meau wasn’t supposed to die yet??? Bucket wasn’t in the picture yet, the universe needed a backup plan and our current backup plan didn’t exist yet. Fuck, our second palkia is shiny to replace the first, dead, normal one. You’ve even teased about the amount of shiny luck in this family. Can you truly tell me that’s not why Noe came out shiny??? I’m sure some of this is wrong, but you’d have to deny it directly for me to let go of the idea that Noe was the backup plan and that’s why he’s shiny like palkia. Quite frankly that has me making other conspiracy theories about Qari and ?????? and the fact that our arceus is shiny potentially meaning that he’s the second fucking arceus, but I’ll leave that for another unhinged ask later. Same with the theory that he got the darkened fur, ghost type, and glitchiness because arceus had to give him a temporary purpose when Meau didn’t die. In the meantime, Noe’s second purpose was absolutely to be Meau 2.0, and he absolutely has the second neck kink because Meau was hit and quite nearly killed in the second neck in the exact same place. The middle part, that’s not certain. How he formed is all kinds of unclear. But damnit, I see things that I really really like for Phlurrii and Fuzzball purposes and really really don’t like for Meau and Noe purposes. I love it to bits and also I’m extremely scared for the cat gods because none of the things I have listed are good things for anyone in front of the 4th wall.

;> wowie, you are barreling in the right direction ain’t ya.

Very impressed, very good deduction skills, there’s a few things in here that Broadly… are basically correct, minus some details here and there X3~

However… one thing I have to confirm because I’m both very excited and very proud you figured it out, Missingno.’s shiny was the first and brief appearance of a shiny mew that Meau witnessed… as for why it was brief, i can’t say as of now! Gotta wait for the in story visuals because that delivery will be eveyrthing X3

I loved reading this and it sincerely made me giggle madly, your first bit has a lot going in the right direction and even a few things just about spot on, later half is in the ball park, but not quite right. Very impressed ;3

[punsmaster69]

7/DEC/20XX

the immediate pain of light entering my eyesockets started my morning off.

happens often, but not with such a violent amount of pain all at once.

papyrus definitely noticed, because he insisted that it was fine if i wanted to do nothing today.

on to my doing-nothing activities it is.

——

tried to play a game, but the screen light didn't help any.

——

didn't get much into a book before i was squinting at the pages like the words had suddenly shrunk; trying to make out the words past my newly-lessened vision.

——

unable to find a better usage of my time, i've returned to the bone piling.

...really do have to find a better way to deal with this.

summoning these is easy, but slow. really only works so well.

doesn't help for very long, either.

summoned 'em for what felt like ages yesterday, and yet pain persists today.

don't even wanna imagine how bad this'd be without the painkillers they've got me on.

——

maybe frisk was right. i should figure out how to just summon a giant bone.

or other similarly-large attacks.

——

had another idea, but i'd have to go outside with those.

definitely too much work.

bone pile continues.

——

never been real good at magic usage.

suppose that was made obvious by this whole event.

——

started stacking 'em like a tower.

wonder how high i can make it.

——

update: just under six feet.

not stopped because it fell, but because i've stopped being able to reach any higher.

second one it is.

——

they fell.

——

paps is home.

making bone-towers with me now.

——

new record: seven feet.

——

comparing the two, frisk was right. our attacks are different.

well.

i knew that.

more different than i thought, i mean.

me and papyrus' used to be nearly identical.

guess i hadn't used any in so long to notice the difference occur.

——

it's raining again.

paps says it's not as cold out as it was the other day.

the chances of early snow are lookin' bleak.

——

final bone-tower score: just barely eight feet.

intense tip-toeing and skeleton-lifting may or may not have occurred to achieve this.

——

dog showed up.

it brushed against the tower, causing all to clatter to the floor.

following attempts to rebuild fail as it decides any newly-summoned bones are now its favorite chew toy.

——

papyrus is now its favorite bed.

"IT IS APPARENTLY BEDTIME NOW...?"

"c'mon, pup. let paps at least get in his bed before he becomes yours."

the dog didn't move an inch.

"can't have my bro sleeping on the floor, can we?"

when it again didn't budge, papyrus resorted to scooping up the little fuzzball like a baby.

"I SUPPOSE YOU MAY RESIDE IN MY ROOM FOR THE NIGHT, CANINE."

"BUT NO SHENANIGANS!"

and shockingly, it seemed to listen to that for once.

it was too sleepy to shenaniganize my brother tonight, apparently.

[evolutionsvoid]

The mountains are not the most welcoming of ecosystems, always getting worse the higher you go. Fierce winds, minimal amounts of food, dizzying heights, frigid cold and erratic weather. If it is not one thing plaguing your day, it is another two from that list. All my trips up in the mountains have had their fair share of issues and challenges, some easy to overcome and some that make me wish I focused more of my studies in the tropics. But despite all the hardships, life does exist up there and thus I must go there to see it for myself! Plenty of species that see all these problems and somehow accept them as a way of life. Then they just make it work! It is incredible! Absolutely incredible! I feel there is something inspirational to take away from something like this! However, keep in mind that these species aren't all just happy little success stories of how hard work and good ol gumption solves life's challenges. Some grow to be as hardy as the ecosystem they live, while others choose to mimic its lethality....

In certain mountain ranges out east, where the peaks stand tall and snowy, is a notable species that carries a certain infamy: the Yuki-onna. They are a member of the harpy family that is quite a bit bigger and taller than your usual harpy. A full grown Yuki-onna stands about as tall as a human, which means it has a pretty impressive wingspan to boot! They are clad in feathers of black and white, and their hair-like plumage upon their heads is a pitch black. Due to their high up homes in the mountains, they are a species that are more often read about than actually seen. If you ask the locals, however, they would tell you this is a good thing. As far as they are concerned, your life would be much better if you never saw one of these in the wild. It would be longer too!

So why the fear around these big birds? What is so threatening about a tall harpy? Well, if we dive into their diet and hunting strategies, you will quickly learn the reason. Yuki-onna are predators, hypercarnivores to be exact. Their diet is entirely meat, taken from any animal they can find on the mountains. Since the ecosystem is so extreme and the meal options are limited, these birds will take on any creature they spot (within reason) as they never know when they will next get the chance. They have very keen eyes, able to locate small critters scurrying amongst the rocks as they soar through the air. Typically, they want something a bit bigger and meatier, but if hunger is haunting them, even a small fuzzball like a hare or weasel will do. What they want most are things like mountain serow who are on the slopes grazing upon what little vegetation they can find. Beasts like these climb these tough slopes to escape larger predators, finding safety on steep inclines and loose footholds. Surely no bear would dare try to scale these slopes, and even if they did, the serow would spot them a mile away. However, the Yuki-onna doesn't have to worry about climbing, as they drop in from above. These attacks are swift and silent, seemingly coming from nowhere. And this is when they deploy their most powerful weapon: gravity.

While the Yuki-onna has sharp talons and a powerful grip, there are easier ways to dispatch prey up here. With a beast clinging to the steep slopes, all is needed is one good push or pull to cause them to plummet to their deaths. This is their favorite strategy, swooping in, grabbing hold and then dragging their flailing victim right off a cliff. They then let go and wait, as eventually their broken bodies will come to a rest and dinner will be served! In cases when food isn't near a lethal drop, they can still be a great danger. They are strong and know where to strike to put prey down for good. The ambush will remain the same, but they will aim to sink their talons into the neck or spine, then clamp down hard til something breaks or someone gives up. If their strike fails, they can always reset the encounter by heavy flapping of their wings, which stirs up the snow. In seconds, the prey is blinded by a small blizzard and the bird slips away. Once again out of sight, they will circle around and find their next opening.

Another tool at their disposal is their excellent vocal mimicry, which allows them to copy anything they hear. When the winds are whipping and the snow is blinding, the Yuki-onna may utilize its voice to fool prey with familiar calls. They know which sounds go to which animal, and have figured out what kind help lure food closer to them. Often they use calls that mean "help, I'm lost" or "the herd is over here," with the hopes that other animals may hear it and try to follow the sound in the blizzard. Some have even been seen using the calls of the young, triggering mothers to come running at the sound of their distress. This mimicry is typically done near a cliff edge, luring them to a deadly drop. Once the animal gets close enough, they pounce and pull them to their doom.

Yuki-onna are solitary creatures, spending most of their lives alone. It is only when the breeding season comes and a viable mate is found will they accept company. For as long as there is an egg or a young chick, the two will work together. In such frigid temperatures, an exposed egg would freeze within a minute, thus the female must remain sitting on it constantly. It is up to the male to provide for both of them. Once hatched, the chick can last a bit longer in the cold, allowing parents to swap spots without issue. But once the chick is grown big enough on its own, the whole family dissolves and moves on, going back to a life alone.

Though they are a beautiful sight to see and their hunts are fascinating, the Yuki-onna are not a loved species in these parts. While harpies can be hit or miss with folk, due to their wide range of attitudes and behaviors, the Yuki-onna is a bird that is always in predator mode. Like I said, they need to eat whatever they can whenever they can, so any meaty beast is fair game. What I am trying to say is that man is most certainly prey to them, and humans falling to them is not a rare event. Their method of dragging prey off the side of a mountain works on them too, and many lost climbers and travelers are assumed to have met this fate. What makes matters worse is that this does not seem to be mere accident or a case where they blindly go after any prey they see. Studies and stories suggest that Yuki-onna have actually started adapting their strategies to hunting humans, and they are scary good at it. Remember, they are very good mimics...

Those who have braved the mountains for long enough will have a story about hearing a voice upon the wind. The sound of another human speaking to them, despite there not being a single soul around for miles. The words can be hard to hear at times, and come off a bit odd, but many attribute it to the howling winds and disorienting echoes. Wise men would not follow such a noise, but those lost or desperate may be fooled into thinking help is nearby. And as they follow the voice, they see a silhouette in the snow, one of a woman with long black hair. I hope at this point they realize it is a ruse, but when the body is cold and the brain is deprived of food and proper air, some folk may not be thinking straight. Even if they do change their mind, it may be too late. The "clothes" of this woman will fan open into great wings and she will launch herself at them. Talons dig in and pull them off their feet, and then the next thing they know they are falling to their deaths. Indeed, Yuki-onna impersonate humans to lure them in, often mimicking calls for help or even the sound of rescue teams. Some folk say that even traveling in numbers isn't guaranteed safety, as a Yuki-onna may copy the voices of your fellow climbers and use those to draw you away from camp. So with that, many people of the region prefer to keep far away from the mountains, and when someone disappears up there, they simply shake their heads at the foolishness of those who dare test their luck.

I would like to end the entry there, but I unfortunately feel like I got to bring this up. Because people get....ideas when they see illustrations of these birds and hear their voices. Yes, a Yuki-onna is person-sized and in a blizzard can certainly give the impression of a robed long-haired woman. With their intelligence and vocal performance, they can absolutely sound like a human and pretend to have short conversations. And of course there are even stories of humans who fall in love with a Yuki-onna but I would advise you to read to the end, as those tales never end happily. These birds need lots of meat, which often forces their would-be suitor to sacrifice other people to them. And often these tales have a hero or traveler dispatch both of these culprits behind the many disappearances, in some cases by having the Yuki-onna turn on her human partner and eat them. So yeah, not a happy tale. Because they are always predators at all times. They live to hunt. It doesn't matter how all these little things may add up into the idea that these are consenting sapient bird women, because they DON'T! So what I am saying is.....you see it's...what I am getting at is.....just don't. Don't.

Chlora Myron

Dryad Historian

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"Yuki-onna"

Time for some different harpy species! Unfortunately, I must admit I am not a fan how the wings turned out. Eh, not great...

[writeforfandoms]

mink!shifter reader picking the biggest boys as her pack would be the funniest. You expect the third member of the kortac pack to be big and scary like their bear and tiger.. only for a teeny little fuzzball to pop out swinging and biting. tiny, ferocious and absolutely unhinged, as all weasel-affiliated animals should be. I do imagine it would be a bit dangerous for them to pack cuddle and nap, being reader is so small. Alternatively, they pick one of the boys to sleep on so they don't get squished. Outside of shifting I believe they'd be such a menace, especially when they're shifted but the boys aren't. All those videos of minks/weasels "vicously" attacking shoes and bouncing around has gotten to me. just running up to horangi or könig's boot to attack it or skitter up them like a gym and bounce off.

I need you to know I am fucking wheezing at all of this. Mink!reader who joins KorTac and joins that little pack and is the most unhinged member. Horangi sometimes winds her up and sets her loose on people for fun. König standing silently behind her, huge and hulking, silently backing up any threats she issues. (Not that she needs it - she is lethal in her own right, but people underestimate her because she is Smol.)

The three of them shift for pack cuddles and she always lays on one of the two. She likes to sleep on König because who doesn't want to sleep on the ginormous fluffy bear? But sometimes she curls up between Horangi's ears and just cuddles there. They both refuse to move when she's laying on them.

Sometimes she decides to play fight and she will pounce at one of them, squeaking and snarling, tugging at their fur and running circles around them. König is most likely to play - batting very gently at her, growling and grumbling, laying flat so she can climb all over him.

She has also been known to attack people's boots if they miss her off. Once she chewed through four sets of laces during a meeting. There was much chaos and shouting as boots started falling off. Horangi thought it was the funniest damn thing and bought her sweets as a reward.

[firebirds-roost]

🍓🍇🍉?

🍓: Show off your favorite wet cat (pathetic) dragon and share a fun fact about them!

I already shared Moloch in the last post, so I'll go with the second wettest cat in my lair:

Sorrel! The world's saddest little llama man.

Seen here in his base form, he's a cursed longneck who turns into a vicious beast of a dragon every full moon. He's spent his whole life wandering Sornieth, being chased out of every clan he tried to join, and only recently found a permanent home in Firebird's Roost. Apparently they're used to weird magic anomalies like himself.

🍇: Share the "villain" or main antagonist of your clan and talk about them! (Note: Doesn't need to be a cackling supervillain, it can also be an annoying trickster, etc!)

I will never miss a chance to talk about Fluffington.

He's the founder of the Roost, a charming little fuzzball adored by the whole clan, and quite possibly the most delightfully evil character I've ever created.

See, nobody in Cinderslag is really happy. The region's work culture is absolutely brutal, with dragons forced to toil in deadly environments for hardly any pay, and most of them are absolutely desperate for some sort of escape from it all. Fluffington is there to provide that escape! He preys on the weak and miserable dragons created by this cruel industrial complex, inviting them to live in his utopian clan far away from all their troubles, and they're so broken down by the system that they flock to his empty promises like sheep.

Unfortunately, I can't go into too much more detail without getting into spoilers... but let's just say he has an ulterior motive for luring all of these emotionally vulnerable dragons into one place and positioning himself as their benevolent savior.

🍉: Share the dragon who would be most likely to get banned from a grocery store, and talk about why you picked them

I also got this question in the last post, so I'll talk about another one here:

Rattlespine is less of a dragon and more of a weird undead armor construct that someone found in a ruined temple. It was created to guard something that no longer exists and never lost the instinct, so it'd probably start patrolling the produce section and attacking anyone who got too close to the watermelons. Now there's a fun mental image. They added boss fights to grocery store.

[victusinveritas]

One of our dogs does not get along well with our two other dogs, and has a habit of just throwing down and attacking them because apparently Westies do that, it's like a breed specific problem. It's also something that cost us nearly $5000 two months ago because a fight between the Westie and the Cattle Dog--pictured below in the same spot a few days ago while the Westie and Chihuahua (friends enough and matched levels of crazy that they respect each other)--got very bloody and required stitches and cones for both of them at the emergency vet. Thankfully this town has an emergency vet because the old one was an hour and a half away and everyone I know with dogs (us included) hates them because of how much they price gouge for everything...

Anyhow, the Westie is happy to sleep in her crate at night, loves it, it's her little cave full of toys and soft things. However, every morning at 6 AM on the dot she gets up and demands to be released and accompanied to the office/guest room for a window sit and scratch with a person. Though she starts out looking Very Seriously out the window for foes and prey, within minutes she ends up as a snoring little fuzzball.

(I know both the dog and window need cleaning, it was a rainy, muddy weekend here and we're all a little groody.)

Also, the Chihuahua. He came from a Spanish-speaking home (took us watching a documentary on remembering the dead of the Spanish Civil War to find that out--he perked up when he heard Spanish and was DELIGHTED when we put on Telemundo, responded perfectly to Spanish commands after months of trying to get him to master sit etc in English or just basic gesture), so all dog related commands must be given in Spanish (which the cattle dog picked up as command words rather than a language) and English (the Westie refuses to learn anything other than straight Hoosier Murican) like we're leading a tour group.

[ghostytoasty155]

Poppy is a reallllyyyy old character I recently decided to redesign. I made her all the way back in 2017, based off the song “I’m Poppy” and the wonderful cliche of “cute thing that is actually horrific”. I don’t know why she didn’t resonate with me, I am both a fan of horror and cute little kitty cats. Granted, she does have her own animation which can be viewed here: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/192324921/ (ITS OLD BE NICE TO ME)

Poppy is the vengeful spirit of a cat that was experimented on with dark magicks, possibly by a necromancer or something similar. Either way, she came back with a burning hatred for anything humanoid, often targeting lazy or neglectful pet owners or people who like to use animals for their own gain, scientific driven or not.

While she can be simply mischievous, knocking things off shelves, clawing the walls, leaving doors open, in more extreme cases, she will actively harm her victims. She has the nasty ability to turn into/manifest her victim’s greatest fears, everything from arachnophobia to claustrophobia, however her powers are based specifically on fears and not personal traumas. She will and can attack her victims in these forms and will do so until she thinks they’re scared shitless enough. She gets enjoyment out of this, the sadistic little fuzzball.

On the contrary, she is extremely gentle and empathetic towards other animals, especially other felines. Due to her appearance though, she often scares away any potential friends or allies.

[jackie-gremlin-ghost]

@candyheartedchy Help, I think I’m coming up with a Thundermans Sona!

Okay, so basically my sona, let’s call her Jack, fairly recently moved to Hiddenville to try to make her own way, but during a particularly stressful villain attack, it awakens superpowers she didn’t even know she had; the ability to create and control living shadows.

Because of how hectic everything was, none of the civilians were able to connect the shadows to her, but Max and Phoebe noticed, and after the villains are taken care of and everything dies down, Phoebe gently questions Jack, asking what happened back there and how she did all that.

That’s just it, though; Jack has no clue how that happened or how her powers even work.

It took a little time, but the twins were able to convince their parents and the Hero League to let Jack stay with them to help her learn how to control her powers, and to keep her protected from any villains who’d want her powers for their own gain.

The cover story is that Jack is a distant cousin of the family who’s staying with them until she finds her footing.

It doesn’t take too long for Jack to come out her shell, and she develops a bond with the family. She quickly becomes the “Fun Aunt” type towards the kids, letting them do things their parents wouldn’t entirely condone.

Her friendship with a certain villain-turned-rabbit, however, has a bit more of a shaky start.

It’s during the initial tour of the house that Max shows off his lair and introduces Jack to Dr. Colosso. The moment he learns of her powers, he’s quick to try to manipulate her into becoming a villain. Jack sees right through him, though, which leads to them playfully butting heads, with her usually referring to him only by nicknames, such as “Fuzzball” or “Bunny Boy”, much to his frustration. She also constantly tries to pet and cuddle him, which is demeaning!

She also notices the friendship he has with Max and finds it adorable, noting how they actually bring out the best in each other.

It’s during one night after a particularly bad nightmare that she loses control of her powers again. The Thundermans all try and fail to get through to her.

What they don’t know is that in all the chaos, Colosso managed to escape his cage and was gonna make a run for it, find his Animalizer and become human so he could finally get out of there and get back to being a supervillain again.

But… he has a moment of conscience.

Yes, Little Miss Shadowling has been grating on his nerves since she got there, but he can’t deny the fact that he’s grown to enjoy her company. She’s smart, funny, and shows that she genuinely cares about people, even those she barely knows. And seeing her in this much fear and pain is pretty scary, even for him.

So he approaches her and basically hops up into her lap, gently telling her that the nightmare wasn’t real, and while he can’t stand most of them, she couldn’t be in a safer place than with the Thundermans. She starts to become aware of her surroundings, mainly of the talking bunny in her lap reassuring her. And for once, he actually allows her to pet him. Petting a bunny can help ease anxiety, after all.

As the shadows disappear and the chaos finally stops, the petting becomes gentle cuddling, much to the amazement of the rest of the family.

“*sniffles* Thanks B— …Thanks, Colosso.”

“Huh… you actually used my name for once, Shadowling.”

“Hey, you earned it.”

After that night, their friendship is much more solid, and a little more platonic. He’s not too opposed to pets and cuddles anymore, and she calls him by his name much more often. But she’s still not afraid to affectionately use the nicknames on occasion, especially a new favorite whenever Hank and Colosso are at odds again.

“Sir, that’s my Emotional Support Supervillain!”

[flickycore]

Incorrect Quotes with my Disney/House Of Mouse OCs Ares and his bed of lambs

Ares: What? Not my lambs. [hugs his lambs] They've always been so loyal to me!

Daisy: But do you want to stay at this club?

Ares: [narrows eyes] Yes

Daisy: Then I'm afraid they'll be no more lambs

Ares: [tears in his eyes] All right, my children. You've got to go. I [sobs] can't keep you anymore!

Unnamed lamb of the bed: Ok Ares sir!

[The children all follow Minnie Mouse]

Ares: No, don't resist. This is how it has to be

[Ares begans crying as he watches his lambs walk away. Mickey, looking awkward and pats him in the shoulder]

[Hades and Dr Facilier get into an elevator, the lamb bed, Pain and Panic attempt to follow but Faciler blocks the flock with his cane]

Hades: Hold it here! [to Pain and Panic] You both are gonna watch those "cheerful cuties" and have em guard the front until i return

[Pain and Panic both salute and the lift ascends]

Unnamed lamb of the bed: Oh look. August is up here [points to the lift which August is inside, pounding on the glass]

Unnamed lamb of the bed: We have names?

[The lift reaches the top and opens, where Hades, Facilier and August walk out. August sees two other villains being Maleficent and Jafar enter. August watches in wonder. Chernabog stomps over her, which makes her move out of his way and falls over to the floor. August follows them in and stands near Hades' seat. Grimhilde, who was sitting next to Maleficent turns to look at August who is staring and waves at her with a smile]

August: [waves at Grimhilde] Your really pretty! By the way, why do you have a crown on your head? Does that make you [gasps] a Queen?

[Grimhilde transforms into an old hag and then cackles at August. August becomes startled, then hides behind Hades' seat]

[As many of the villains leave except for Hook, Smee, Shan Yu, Jafar and Maleficent, who go to an another room. As for August, Hades noticed her walking up to the lift]

Hades: Hey fuzzball. Yeah you, I'm talking to you, c'mere. I got a small job for you.

August: Oh. Yes dear god of the Underland!

Hades: Go follow those villain fellas here and fetch out this gold scarab beetle in here

[August salute and gives chase to the other villains who are in the other room]

[Scene changes to rest of the lamb bed attacking Pain and Panic while their yelling in pain]

[The elevator door opens and Hades is waiting for the lamb August to return after grabbing the gold scarab beetle. She was about to join the others when Hades stops her]

Hades: So, did you get the beetle

August: First, I manage to grab onto it, but they all saw what I was doing so, the pirate grabbed his sword, swiping it at me. Then I jump on top of the pirate's hat and ran fast to the lift, but i was stopped by a staff, but the top of it looked like a snake with red... eyes, and while i stare at the snake's eyes

Hades: And what was the last thing you did

August: ...tried to snap out of it–

Hades: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Let's just keep this whole gold beetle thing [grabs August by the chest] between us. You... and me. Deal? [reaches his hand out]

August: Deal, dear god from the Underland! [reaches her hand out]

[Blue flames rise from Hades' arm, then it surrounds the entire place until it goes out]

[Scene changes to Ares getting ready for bed in his home with his bed of lambs in pyjamas]

Ares: Ah! How was your day with... Hades, my lambs?

August: It was awesome Ares, I went to this meeting and there was a Queen, a pirate and a literal demon!

Ares: Mmm, that's nice!

August: And the pirate grabbed out his sword when I grabbed a golden beetle from the top! And I... was not supposed to talk about it.

[Ares clearly doesn't understand about this]

Ares: Oh. I'm pretty sure that you'll might see the club tomorrow, but now is time for sleep. Goodnight my sheep.~

[The lambs walk to Ares and cuddle together as August yawns to sleep]

(dividers owned by @strangergraphics-archive)

[tamberwoof]

Newfound Family, Part 2

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Part 2 is here!

Again, I did not proofread this.

It was a couple weeks later when Odette approached her.

Sydney had been around the sisters since the fiasco, and thank God she wasn't fired, but they hadn't spoken at all.

"You're pretty sturdy, right?" The blonde asked, holding a clipboard and pen. She was in her usual coat and seemed overall very into her work. Meaning this was more than likely work related.

Sydney shrugged and tilted her head in a confused manner.

"Could you take a hard hit or two before going down?"

Sydney nodded excitedly. Oh she was great at not going down! Street fights were a staple back where she lived, and you don't get back up after a fall in a street fight.

"Good. Follow me." Odette started walking away then, leaving Sydney to follow obediently. They went off to a sector of the warehouse Sydney wasn't usually allowed in. It was weapons testing.

"Here's what's gonna happen." Odette started off. She pointed at some rumpled up almost armor looking stuff on a crate. "You put that on and Clara is going to attack you. Hell steel. No need for any panic."

Sydney nodded to show she was following what was being said.

"We need to see just how strong the armor is." Odette finished off, walking to a desk against the wall.

Sydney took that as her cue to actually put on the armor, which was adjustable and not extremely restrictive.

"Clara will be here soon. I expect you to not fight back. This is to see how strong the armor is, not how well you fight." The girl didn't look up from her desk as she spoke, and Sydney didn't feel the need to question her.

Clara arrived not too long after Sydney got all the armor on, saving the hound from any awkward silences.

"Awwww! It's fluffy!" Clara cooed as she ran in and dropped a duffel bag by the door. "You look so good!"

Sydney scratched her neck as Clara rushed towards her. The hound bent down a bit as Clara threw her arms up to cup her face. "You're so soft too!"

It felt embarrassing to be talked about like this, but she wouldn't say anything. Not without being forced, at least.

Odette cleared her throat and Sydney was released. Clara made her way to grab the duffel bag, presumably full of weapons, and set it down near the desk.

"As I said before, you will not fight back. It's important you take the hits instead of dodging them."

"You sound like you're scolding her." Clara huffed, then turned to look at Sydney, "We thought you'd be strong enough to take a hit so we could test out the Armor on something other than a sand bag dummy."

The hellhound nodded, prompting Clara to pick up a spear with hell steal on the end.

The first few hits were easy enough. The centered around her chest and stomach, but a hit to her thigh had her giving a huff and a knock from a sword of some kind to her right arm had her shifting stances.

She could feel the hits, even if there was something keeping the blades from cutting into her. She might have bruises under her fur on her thigh and arm for the next few days.

"Good." Clara praised as she put down her latest weapon. Sydney's tail wagged slightly at that.

"I have the notes. Arms and thigh pieces should be reinforced, if fuzzball's face was anything to go by, and something stronger is needed for the stomach area." Odette listed off as she wrote something down on the desk. "Sydney, you're excused from work for the rest of the day."

Clara moved to look over her sister's shoulder at what was being written, and Sydney went about taking the armor off. A glance at the clock on the wall had her doing a double take though, considering it said she'd been in there for a couple hours now. It didn't seem right. Surely she didn't just stand there for two hours letting Clara Carmine beat her up like some kind of practice dummy.

Sydney shook her fur out and left to her quarters. The Carmines were nice enough to let her live on base and she didn't think she'd ever been happier.