#it makes them look more feline than canine i think

[butchtrait]

nah fuck everybody’s negativity, i’m gonna be cautiously optimisitc about the werewolves pack, i’ve wanted werewolves for so long. this whole pack feels so queer and campy and it’s literally coming out during pride month? this pack is for the gays

[inoreuct]

hiii!

if youre willing could you please do (more) headcannons of (were)tiger!zoro x sanji?

or (were)tiger!zoro in general with the crew

HIIIIII YES YES ABSOLUTELY

he’s definitely very protective. if there’s one thing that can rival his tenacity for his dream, it’s his love for his crew. he knows that they can handle themselves but once the danger has passed he has to stand on his own metaphorical tail so that he doesn’t usher them all back to the ship and look them over one by one

even when he’s not a tiger he’s still vaguely cat-ish; he bristles when he feels threatened and yawns to casually put his canines on show as a subtle don’t-fuck-with-me. he just has a vaguely feline countenance to him. it’s in the way that he slinks when he walks, the head tilts when he’s focused or trying to intimidate, the way he tries to act uninterested but perks up when he’s excited 🤌🏼🤌🏼

(sanji finds it awfully endearing. he’d never admit it, though.)

the crew probably tries to keep the fact that he can shift under wraps, considering how many people would pay a pretty penny for his pelt (not that they’d succeed, but. still). HOWEVER. he’s a force to be reckoned with as a person, but if he gets mad enough even while around enemies/strangers he’ll just shift anyway and start ripping people apart with his teeth lmao, especially if his nakama need backup. the eyewitness accounts saying they saw a massive green tiger bounding across the battlefield with a sword in its mouth all sound crazy anyway 😭

i think he licks people just to fuck with them, but also to satisfy a grooming instinct. sanji definitely gets the brunt of it, since they share a bed more often than not; he’s woken up too many times to count with zoro nuzzling at his hair, or callused hands smoothing his bedhead back into place. when they’re arguing zoro will pop into tiger form and lick the hell out of sanji’s hair just to make the cook screech, but if he can tell that it’s not one of sanji’s good days he’ll cut it out because he’s a shithead, but not an asshole. come on.

DEFINITELY shifts when he’s getting yelled at. sanji or nami nagging at him? he turns into a giant tiger and flops down onto the floor to nap. sometimes he puts his paws over his ears for emphasis.

when they’re sailing through colder areas, he just watches indifferently as everybody else shivers and complains because he runs BLOODY hot and it doesn’t affect him at all. but then after dinner he shifts into his tiger form and pads around in a circle before laying down and blinks at them like …well? and they’re all scrambling curl up against him. he snaps at luffy’s fingers when luffy tries to pet his head, but luffy just goes “oop, sorry :p” and goes to sleep and, well. zoro supposes it isn’t all bad.

(he is so used to being the one pinning others down that the weight of his crew is an entirely new experience. he likes it more than he expects.)

speaking of touching. he only really welcomes sanji getting touchy-feely in his tiger form. he tolerates the occasional scratch behind the ear from luffy, because it’s luffy, but his captain knows he doesn’t really like his fur touched beyond that. enter stage right: sanji, who had the audacity to start petting zoro’s head absentmindedly while reading one of his french romance novels and using zoro as a backrest.

zoro had been purring before he even realised. then sanji had realised, and they’d both freaked out, and then zoro had scrambled up to the crow’s nest to figure out what the hell was going on. this whole incident was perhaps his biggest personal indicator that he liked sanji as more than just nakama; funny, because he hadn’t thought he’d like sanji very much at all, period.

he started paying more attention to how much he was willing to make exceptions for the cook, and sanji finally got the hint after weeks of zoro butting his head into his palm. it went something like:

sanji, scratching beneath zoro’s chin: nami, what do you mean he likes me? i do hope that he likes all of us, considering he’s— nami, about to jump overboard: you idiot. you fucking idiot. sanji, leaning against zoro’s side leisurely: nami what do you MEAN nami: HE CAUGHT YOU FISH. *pointing at the huge net full of tuna* sanji, zoro draped across his shoulders like a shawl: HE’S FEEDING THE CREW! nami, at her limit, eye twitching, so close to ripping her hair out: HE’S FEEDING YOU

mind you, throughout all of this zoro’s being absolutely useless and just sitting there incredibly amused. he hadn’t minded waiting for sanji to come around on his own, and that in itself was a sign that he’d been gone from the beginning.

sanji is the only one zoro has EVER rolled onto his back around. his belly is the most vulnerable spot on his entire body; sanji knows what a privilege it is. it’s essentially zoro’s version of puppy dog eyes.

i think he had plenty of run-ins with hunters when he was younger. his pelt is thick and vibrant and highly sought-after, and a few close shaves had left him with scars and major wariness of people in general. he used to hide the fact that he was a weretiger at all cost but now… well, now protecting his crew’s more important. s’not like they’d let anything get to him, anyway.

i see him as a wahnsien tiger, with black stripes and fur in various shades of green; he’s big, heavy too. the first time he woke up with sanji squashed beneath him he panicked a little inside but the cook was fine. his eyes are gold in his tiger form, luminous like all cats’ are, and hella unsettling.

which is interesting, because i like to think that after so many years he’s picked up a few tricks and now? he can sort of half-shift. lengthen his fangs or claws with a neat snk or make his eyes phase burning gold when he wants to scare someone; it’s a brilliant intimidation tactic but it takes a lot of concentration, so he only ever does it on home turf where they have enough territorial advantage for him to feel safe doing it.

wow okay this got LONG. i’m sure i’ll think of more but that’s all i have for now! THANK YOU FOR THE ASK ANON 🫶🏼

part 1 | part 3

[nyxknights17]

“You are challenged by Pokémon Trainer Lambert!”

So I had decided to make Pokémon teams for a few COTL characters out of boredom at a party, which led to this. It actually took a lot longer than I thought because I wanted all of the Pokémon to not only make sense aesthetically but also thematically. I’m pretty happy with this tho.

May or may not draw the other bishops as well as Narinder but I’ll have to see if I have the patience to design them all unique human looks or not. I’ll explain some of my notes and thought process below for anyone interested:

In my notes to consider for each team, I wrote down: “Sheep Pokémon are a definite must. Maybe Pokémon that start off small but get really big to mirror Lambert going from a sheep to a god. Research Pokémon that would be related to the concept of death.”

So I picked all of the sheep Pokémon, plus Gogoat because its look is close to Lambert’s. After that I decided to get a bit creative.

Basculegion feels like a bit of an odd choice, but allow me to explain my reasoning. Aside from the fact that Lambert can fish in-game, the story of Basculegion resembles Lambert’s, in a sense. Basculin evolves into it when it’s possessed by the souls of its brethren that could not make the harsh journey upstream. It carries the weight of its people, which was something I thought Lambert would be able to relate to.

…They’d probably name it “Baasculegion”.

Hisuian Zoroark took me a while to pick, since I wasn’t sure if I wanted to give it to Lambert or Narinder. I ended up picking Lambert because of two reasons. The first one is that, in the game, when you make enough deals with the Fox, the Fox calls you a “wolf in sheep’s clothing”, and gives you the wolf follower. The second one is simply that Zoroark is a canine and I wanted Narinder’s team to be more feline in nature.

Fun fact: Originally I was going to give them a Stufful or Bewear, but decided against it because other Pokémon just made more sense. I like to think they have it in their PC though.

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: Pets

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Alien: Why did you invite me over? Human: To introduce you to the newest fluffy member of my family. Alien: I did not think you capable of procreation. Human: Really? Human: How do you think my species has survived so long? Alien: No I wasn’t talking about your species, just you. -------------------- Human: *Throws ball for doggo* *Doggo chases after it* Alien: Why do you repeat this process? Human: Because they love it. Alien: Hmmmmm. Alien: *Uses telepathy to read dogs mine. Dog: Why do they keep dropping this sphere? Dog: Maybe this time they will hold on to it. -------------------------- Human: This is my pet crab “Mr. Snips”, and he is a pirate. Alien: Awe. *Playfully sticks finger out to pet crab* Is that because you let him sit on your shoulder? *Crab reaches out with claw and grabs finger* Human: No, it’s because he’ll cut you. Alien: *Looks nervously at Mr. Snips* -------------------------- Alien: Why do you have three of the felines? Human: Well Otto has been with me the longest for over a decade. Alien: Ok. Human: But when I got a new job I was at home less so I got worried that he’d be lonely so then I got Binbin. Alien: Logical. Human: But then I realized Otto only loved me and didn’t want to play with Binbin so I had to get a new cat who they could play with. Alien: Why did you not just take the second cat back? Human: What kind of stupid question is that? Human: *Mockingly* Why didn’t you just take the second cat back! Human: Why don’t I just shove my poo back in me because I miss it inside me? Alien: That is gross and not at all related to our discussion. Human: You made me upset and I’m swinging wild man! ----------------------------- Alien: Why do you have that bird? Human: It’s a smart bird you dumb dumb. Alien: What makes you say that? Bird: *Squawk* Bird smart, bird smart; you dumb dumb! *Squawk* Human: See what I mean? Human: He’s a smart bird. -------------------------------

Alien: I see your canine also wears a collar. Alien: Does that mean it is kinky too? Human: What the fuck kind of question is that? Alien: I only ask because last night you told me to- Human: *Panic slaps alien to be quiet* --------------------------------- Human: I got a pet turtle. Alien: I see you have finally found something that chews their food even slower than you do. Human: Why do you do me dirty man? Alien: It took you ten minutes to finish chewing a single bite from a carrot. Alien: You know why. --------------------------------

Alien: You have an adorable canine companion. Human: Yeah, he’s the best. *Squeezes doggo’s face cheeks* Human: *In cute voice* If anything ever happened to you I’d start shooting; yes I would, yes I would. *Doggo walks off* Alien: You say the cutest jests sometimes. Human: Who said I was joking? Alien: You can’t tell me you’d- Human: *Places gun on table with loud thud* Alien : *Looks down in silence* Human: Did I stutter? -------------------------------------- Alien: What does this tiny rodent do for fun? Human: I put them in a tiny ball and they run around like it is mad max. Human: Watch. *Puts hamster in plastic ball and they begin running* Human: They become the roomba’s natural predator in that thing. ------------------------------------------ Alien: I see your reptilian is almost as big as you are. Human: Not quite, but he’s getting there. Alien: How can you tell? Human: At night he slithers into bed next to me to sleep. Alien: …………. Alien: You know that they only do that to- Human: -measure themselves to see if they are long enough to eat us; yes I know. Alien: If you know then why in florp’s name do you allow it?!?! Human: You haven’t seen his cute begging face. -------------------------------------------- Alien: Why do you have a spider as a pet? Human: I can see a lot of myself in them. Alien: They both are disturbing and don’t like to be touched? Human: No; more of that they like to dig a hole to be alone and only come out when food is close by.

[rats-and-robots]

Abelard is used to the Rogue Trader’s… eccentricities. It isn't heretical to simply enjoy tighter spaces… but it certainly is odd that the man is often curled up–fingers silently flipping through some tome or another–high up in a crevice of the ship’s walls where he could, potentially, listen in to the goings on of his retinue.

Abelard has learned to scan the upper lines of the ship’s walls when searching for the Rogue Trader, but has also taken to doing so idlely, just to see if the oddly dexterous operator has found somewhere new to inhabit.

He doesn't do this to hide, he is easily spotted if one knows where to look. Most don't bother looking up. 

Odd indeed. But right now, it is some measure of very, very humorous.

Garion von Valancius is lounged in the intricate mechanics of the ship like some feline beast on some jungle tree branch watching and listening to the ongoing bickering between Marazhai and Argenta. Abelard has taken to standing aside, noticing that Argenta–having been around the Lord Captain as long as he has–has also spotted him, throwing glances upward at the man every few seconds to glare at him for finding amusement in this. Marazhai, on the other hand, has just made a scathing comment about the Lord Captain, using that insulting word to refer to the Rogue Trader.

“I believe I instructed you not to call me mon’keigh, Aezyrraesh.”

The drukhari jolted with all the grace of shattering glass, whipping around to look for where the voice came from. Argenta just laughed, and Abelard quietly chuckled into his hand.

“Up here.”

The dark eldar finally looked up, his face suddenly flush with fury and embarrassment, at a loss for words for a moment. Garion smirked down at him, the stretch of his cheeks distorting the warp-burn scar on the side of his face, patiently waiting the stunned xenos’ expression out. Finally, something came out of that fanged mouth, “What are you doing up there?”

“You haven't apologized–” Garion’s head tilts to the side, “–for your blatant disregard for my orders.”

Marazhai flinched, his eyes looking hard to one side, reminding Abelard of a spurned canine. He bowed his head ever so slightly, “My… apologies, Lord Captain…”

The Rogue Trader laughs openly, the metal claws of his replaced arm tapping along the metal he reclines on. “How obedient... You should behave even when you think I'm not around. Farris learned that lesson decades ago.” Abelard would swear an almost… hungry look crossed the drukhari’s face, but he promptly ignores it.

Garion clicks his tongue, the taunting grin falling away from his face, “However, as I've told the rest of my retinue; I am from a Forge World, I am far more comfortable in the recesses of machinery and cable than the open spaces. Out there,” he motions to the hallway, “I am exposed from many angles. Here, I am exposed from only one. Much of my idle time is spent in places like this.”

The drukhari considers that, head tilting to one side, “How interesting. Yet you're cornered there, not exposed and yet trapped. And what of your large open throne and Cathedral?” 

“I despise the openness of both, but they are expected of me.” The smirk does not drop from the Rogue Trader's face, “Do you really think I am trapped, Aezyrraesh? Do you plan to attack me? With a sister of battle and my loyal Seneschal behind you?”

“No, but–”

“I am not trapped.” The interruption comes with a tone of finality, “And even were they gone and you with every intent to kill or torture me…” Fabric shifts, and the man draws a long blade previously sheathed in his sleeve, “You would swiftly find that I carry as many weapons as you have spikes in your armor.” The blade is hidden again, “Are you satisfied?”

A snicker and a sneer, “Never.”

Argenta makes a disgusted noise and the argument starts anew. Garion and Abelard share a glance, a simple look that simply said ‘don't let them kill one another’ before the Rogue Trader rolled from his side onto his back in the small space and drawing his datapad back up.

Abelard walks over, leaning against the wall below his Lord Captain, “Should I stop their bickering?”

“They can handle themselves against one another. Just make sure they don't stain my carpets or waste their lives on one another if they draw their weapons.” A small ‘beep’ from the datapad as the man has fully tuned out the argument once again, “Ones with passion such as theirs should have the opportunity to deal it out with one another. The battlefield will be more tolerable if they settle themselves now.”

Abelard tilts his head back. He forgets, often, that this is not, in fact, the Lord Captain's first time commanding such a large group, he still seems so young, and yet he handles the rabble with astonishing grace. He had once been a Crime Lord, had a council beneath him of valuable assets as likely to stab him in the back as they are to be doggedly loyal. He supposes someone like Marazhai may even be more familiar to him than someone like himself.

“Will you openly spar with him as you have the rest of us?”

This seems to make the trader pause. Abelard can only guess what is on his mind in the silence that draws out after it–from Garion, anyway. Did a drukhari, of all xenos, deserve the tradition of the von Valancius flagship? Much less the same one that had antagonized them for so long? At least, that is the line of thought he assumes.

“...Yes. I simply have to finish recovering from Commorragh.” The barely-audible murmur was followed by another small beep. A quiet admission that his oldest wounds still scream at him from being back in the blackened city.

A nod, “I will have the observation deck prepared as soon as you are ready.”

The two warriors huff at one another and part ways, finally. Marazhai shoots a curious look towards the Lord Captain before making his way down the hall.

[whatabloodbath]

A generalization of how I headcannon cats of the clans to look like

I wanted to give myself a bit of an art challenge when it comes to drawing characters in warriors by making each clan having a specific look to its members.

Riverclan was based more on semi-aquatic felines, like the jaguar and tiger, as well as other marine animals like otters and sea lions. I imagine that it is common for cats to have a slick, almost oily top coat and a very thick undercoat to manage their body temperatures better in land and in water; the end result being something sleek and plush simultaneously. I also imagine it to be common for most Riverclan cats to have a very muscular body type considering that strength would be needed to push past currents much more easily. Their heads, in proportion to their bodies, are small with a smooth nose bridge and forehead, and their ears are pointed backwards by default to lessen any drag while swimming.

Windclan, however, I did not want to be super bulky mainly because speed is their thing. Considering their tunneling behaviors mentioned in the books, I imagine their claws to be hard and relatively thick, much like that of a dog. I based their design on felines known for their unique, lanky appearance and quickness, like the cheetah and serval, but also on canines like the jackal and greyhound. Their noses and ears are quite large to dissipate heat after a long run, and their eyelashes are particularly long to shield their eyes from any debris that could fall into them while running. Their eyebrow ridges are also more prominent to protect their gaze from the sun, considering that there are not many trees -- if any -- to shade them.

It was a bit difficult trying to find some inspiration for Shadowclan, mainly because they just seemed like edgier Thunderclan; however, I remembered what kind of environment they lived in as well as their reputation as the "evil clan," mostly also according to Thunderclan. So, I thought: what other reasons would Thunderclan have to be so distrustful of these cats besides the decisions of cats like Brokenstar and Blackstar? Thinking more about Thunderclan's attitude towards cats outside of their clan as well as their own members made me realize that their distaste for Shadowclan could be just as shallow. I got inspired by how Tad Williams described the Clawguard in Tailchaser's Song: short, stocky, almost reptilian in appearance. I also based their design off of animals like hyenas and bulkier mustelids, like badgers and wolverines -- animals that are often associated with aggression and gluttony as well as their association with darkness. Overall, I wanted to make them built for stealth and night life, as well as mobility over slick, muddy terrain. Their heads in particular I wanted to pay more attention to: almost all of their senses are dedicated towards navigation in the dark. However, I also imagine that they are not very picky about the foods they eat; although they have long, sharp teeth that make it easier to grip onto slippery prey, I imagine they would not be above eating carrion if they came across it. So, I made their heads more bulky and well-muscled to accommodate eating tougher foods as well as dealing a much nastier bite than most cats in the forest.

Lastly, I drew Thunderclan. I believed it would be fitting to make them the "most feline resembling" of the forest cats, especially since they were the first clan that we ever read about and that had much more focus than the others, so I wanted them to be more recognizably felid than the others. I wanted to make them built for a more arboreal lifestyle, especially since I imagine climbing to be one of their specialized skills. I based their design mostly off of mountain lions, especially in their body type, but also off of cats like the margay and the leopard. Their wrists, in particular, I wanted to be extra flexible and their paws to be more handlike in order for them to scale trees with speed and ease. Their tails are long to give them balance, and their hindlegs are long and muscular so they can jump higher and farther when traversing across branches.

Note: I did not add a body type for Skyclan mainly because I believe there is no general body type for them -- at least, not for its modern members. In the forest, Thunderclan seemed to have taken over that niche once Skyclan was kicked out.

[iottiematthews]

lottienat ficlet

“y’know, you’re like a cat.”

in the haze of smoke and vapour and wretched smell lottie can only begin to describe as “teenage stank”, she almost doesn’t hear nat’s quiet remark.

“huh?” she twists to look at the shorter girl who’s sitting to her right on the floor, head leaning back on the couch. her bleached hair is sticking up in places in a way that would have lottie’s mom absolutely fussing, but that looked sort of endearing on nat. she was smoking a cigarette with her eyes closed with an empty red solo cup clenched in her hand. 

peaceful, lottie thinks dazedly. if you believe it’s possible to achieve such a state of mind at such a raucous, shitty house party like this one. lottie doesn’t even remember why she’d come; she’d been more hung up on the fact that nat had agreed to go with her. 

“like… a cat. the ones that meow, ya know?” nat jokes faintly, and lottie giggles. she’s pretty faded, voice laced with much less snap in it than usual. of course, nat never snaps at lottie, but her voice always contains that bite. not now, though. 

“yeah, i know what a cat is, nat. how am i like one?” she asks, nudging nat’s head slightly with her knee. nat makes a little grunting noise before shifting up so she can turn and rest her elbows on the cushion of the couch, staring right into lottie’s eyes. 

jesus christ, her pupils are blown so wide there’s practically no white in them. her eyes are rimmed slightly red, though it’s hard to tell in the darker atmosphere of the basement, and there’s a slight sheen of sweat on her face. still, when nat grins, her face lights up, canines stretching to fill her mouth like wrongly fitted dentures. or something. 

maybe not wrongly fitted. nat has a gorgeous smile, all teeth, like the artist who molded her face weaned the edges off into a sharp point like a statement to compliment the jaggedness of her eyeliner. lottie likes it. she really likes nat’s smile. 

“well, uh, let’s see. you’re, like, the princess of wiskayok, very cat vibes, you feel me? cats are like, the royalty of pets, or whatever.”

lottie cocks her head, amused, inclining her to go on. the corner of nat’s mouth tugs up and and she complies. 

“hm. you sorta slow blink like a cat too. you just have feline energy? i guess? well, wait, you’re not, like, catty, or anything, i just meant—“ and nat’s voice raises in urgency, eyes widening halfway through her sentence like she’s swallowed a stone and it’s just gotten lodged in her throat. 

lottie leans forward. “no, no, i think i get it,” she murmurs, smiling to herself. nat relaxes back into herself after lottie reassures her with a small nod. she likes seeing this side of her, the one that isn’t so tightly wound, snapping like a rubber band. maybe it’s the influence of the weed (it’s definitely the influence of the weed) but nat is softer now. lottie likes her in any form, under any influence, but right now she’s really enjoying this nat’s company. 

“you’re also really pretty,” nat tacks on after a beat of something hangs in the air between them. almost as if it’s an afterthought, but said so earnestly with such surprising care that lottie doesn’t think it’s a mindless remark. nat doesn’t make afterthoughts, after all. all her statements are concise, to the point, and sometimes cutting, but they definitely land their mark. 

lottie tries not to let the electricity shooting up her leg show on her face. 

you’re also really pretty you’re also really pretty you’re also really pretty

and just like that, every compliment, every half-assed attempt at flirtation the pathetic wiskayok boys have attempted fall flat in the face of natalie scatorccio and the cigarette between her teeth. 

lottie blushes, turns her head. “guess i could say the same for you, scat,” she snarks, nudging nat’s arm with her knee again. nat bares her teeth in that grin of hers and bats at her thigh. 

“bitch,” nat mutters, showing absolutely no sign of resentment in her big, big, big eyes. 

“thought you said i was a cat?” lottie simpers, voice sticky sweet. nat looks up at her again, eyes glittering with unsaid somethings. she says nothing, though, and lottie lets it pass. 

and before, well, lottie’s always preferred dogs, but maybe she’ll give cats a chance now.

[silversupremacy]

How do you go about drawing feet that aren't paws?? Like hooves or just different types of feet? Not sure if you do different hands for others too but if you do then I'd also like to knoww Also how do you do animal patterns?? You make them look SO GOOD AAAA I LOVE YOUR STUFF SO MUCHHH

I'm gonna cover just feet here atm just cause I already got a lot w/ just feet and not hand-paws XwX

So a big part of doing other types of feets for me is just, looking at other animals.

The chicken has more long finger-like toes with a bit of webbing between. The lay out of the toes is very different between different birds! Good to look up a bird tracks guide if you want more ideas. A duck has a much "flatter" foot, where the toes are kinda more, compressed down? With a lot of webbing inbetween. The Spider is a bit harder to do, cause we don't really see little spider feets all that often cause they're so small so you run the risk of them looking alien, but I think they're fluffy enough to work.

Geckos have more chunky rounded toes, Crocodiles and lizards have skinner toes with strong claws. Usually with horse hooves I'll do a fluff of fur to break up between the hoof and the fur better.

Squirrels and other rodents have skinny little stubby toes. A rhino has a whole other weird track. Goats have a different shaped cleft hoof compared to a giraffe.

Canine feet vs Feline feet when I draw them

Canine claw shape vs Feline claw shape. Claws grow out differently based on species, so it's good to take a good look at how they work mechanically to get an idea how they move! (Such as how cat claws kinda pull down rather than come out)

And once you're got a general idea of all kinds of animal feet, you can then go in and make your own concepts! These are some of my go-tos for odd feet that I don't think exist in real life. Considering fusing aspects together to make something new! ALSO SEND ANother ask for the animal patterns this ask got too long

[elegistnox]

Rhys is supposed to be the most beautiful male Feyre has seen, but Azriel is the best looking? Can you explain to me how you interpret this because I can not wrap my head around it...

Ok this is crazy because I have pondered this same thing for so much longer than is strictly necessary.

The conclusions I have come to:

Rhys is the most interesting to look at, Azriel is the most attractive, Cassian is the most masculine.

The picture in my head of Rhys has never been replicated in fanart but I imagine he's a very lean type of tall, feline is used to describe him a lot and I imagine when he walks it's very fluid but you could pick it out of a crowd. He has very 'Harry at the 2023 Brits' hair, with one strand constantly dangling. He has one of those mouths that is slightly too big for his face, like a cheshire cat, and it pulls up at the side when he's hiding any emotions and even more when he smirks. I imagine he has a fuller bottom lip, so he's always slightly pouting which makes him harder to pay attention to. He has those boy eyelashes that defy physics, and make his eyes even brighter. I imagine all of his features are sharp but not gritty. More angular. I don't ever see him with facial hair, and his eyes are constantly in motion, both the colours and his focus. I imagine you look at him and are acutely aware his looks are a trap, but you still can't find it in yourself to look away from him.

Azriel I imagine as very symmetrical. He has the perfect ratio of features, but it doesn't make him forgettable but moreso difficult to imagine who he could possibly settle for. His smile pulls up at both sides, his frown is the same. His hair is perfectly parted or pushed back, though not on purpose, and if you can get him to laugh you can see identical dimples at work. I imagine he's taller than Rhys by a couple of inches, and more muscled. Rhys is always the slightest of the three of them.

Cassian is the most masculine in appearance of the three of them. His hair is always tied back, albeit poorly. He has more of a lopsided smile but you don't notice because you're too busy noticing how huge he is. I think we know he's the tallest, but not by much, and he looks like he could bench Rhys and Az. I imagine he's always fidgeting or moving which can make it hard to get a clear image of him. His grins are always more violent than the others, they have a vicious undertone and he bares his canines a lot. He's the most outwardly looking dangerous of the three of them, though he's the most docile.

It works, in my head when I think of them. It's just how they must appear. Rhys always set further back between Cassian and Azriel, both of them protecting him.

WOW.

Ok then.

[fallen-and-holy]

TMA dæmon AU!!

My brain has been consumed by a dæmon au for a while now, i am going insane thinking about how the entities would warp and change dæmons, because when an avatar Becomes they are intrinsically changed and warped so their soul would as well and i am having Very Normal Thoughts about this. (Especially as a TMA fictionkin with a dæ) I don't think the dæmons would usually be replaced, but I think they would change forms. Becoming/dying is definitely an event that would trigger a re-settling. There were probably some Avatars who were always suited to their Entity before Becoming, so their dæmons didn't/wouldn't change much, just becoming more dangerous/unsettling. Also, I included links to dæmon analyses from the Dæmon Forum for some forms if anyone wants to look any deeper into this. More info in the form of rough bullet points below the cut!!

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Psychopomp animals, bats, black cats, corvids, vultures, and black dogs. 

Dark

the animal would likely stay the same, but it would be a shadow/inky version

Vast

Birds and ocean creatures, usually much Bigger than they should be, dwarfing the dæs around them

Mike- some type of bird

Simon is a dolphin, they’re both little bastards

Lonely

Same as the vast, they wouldn’t interact with their ‘mian tho. They wouldn’t be *gone*, that would be too kind. They just would always be there, at the edge of their ‘mians consciousness, never interacting, getting lonelier and lonelier. 

Or their original dæ, but cut off from them.

Peter’s would either be a solitary sandpiper, his daemon is always circling ahead but never interacting, or a sea creature that he leaves behind when he’s off his ship

Spiral

Not animals. Conecepts, colors, ideas, shapes. Ever changing, never cohesive

Michael would lean towards colors and shapes, while Helen tends toward concepts and sensations

Eye

Owls mostly, maybe some corvids too. 

Jonah is a cuckoo bird or honeyguide maybe? I like the honeyguide bc it's ‘helpful’ but it's a parasitic egg layer like cuckoo birds. But cuckoo bird symbolism is much more recognizable

Jon is going to be an owl once he Becomes. The patterns on its feathers will be like eye spots

Web

The spiders. 

Ooo, also maybe digital dæs because of the web's connection to the ‘web’/internet? 

Maybe there could be something like a Sergay Ushanka where someone tried to replicate their dæ in a computer program, or make a new dæ

Buried

Burrowing animals like pangolins or moles maybe? Im honestly not completely sure i've never understood these guys

Wonderful suggestion from anon! “buried's big thing is love, smothering love. the buried loves you unconditionally - i'd imagine the bond length between the daemon and the dæmian are very very short, almost painfully so. the buried eventually will probably make the dæmian its own daemon tbh, slowly merging the dust with the dæmian.”

I quite like that, thanks so much anon!

Stranger

Dolls, porcelain versions of their animal, cuckoo birds

Cuckoo bird for the Not-Them

Breekon and hope i dont think would have daemons, i think they have a weird connected relationship so that they’re like each other’s daemons

Nikola would have a creepy little porcelain smthn

also, a manifestation of the Stranger could be replacing people's dæmons before replacing them, so they feel the terror of their own soul unrecognizable before them. Just a thought :3 

Corruption

For flesh hives, the Hive itself is their dæmon. For others, usually bugs, also rats

Jane’s are her worms

John Amherst is a plague rat

Flesh

Chimera animals, strange mishmashes of animals that should never work. Too many limbs, or too many bones. Also pigs.

Hunt

Predators, specifically cats/felines and wolves/canines, but any predator works. Wolves/canines for the pack hunter aspect, cats bc they hunt for sadistic fun

Julia and Trevor would have complementary wolves/pack dogs, maybe Julia as a wolfdog and Trevor as a wolf. https://daemonpage.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=36&t=26989 https://daemonpage.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=36&t=25939 

Daisy would be a domestic cat, the association of looking small and tame but being ferocious and dangerous, also hunting for fun and pleasure instead of necessity. Also less of a pack hunter, cats work well for that. Maybe a more wild cat like savanna cats or bengals https://daemonpage.com/forum/viewtopic.php?p=1219169#p1219169  https://daemonpage.com/forum/viewtopic.php?p=1228376#p1228376 

Slaughter

Honey badgers, hippos, bears, aggressive and dangerous animals. Teeth and claws are always a bit too sharp, too dangerous.

Melanie's daemon is a honey badger after her trip to india. Resettling after a traumatic experience is rare, but not unheard of. Nobody thinks anything of it until her daemon changes back after the bullet. https://daemonpage.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=36&t=26529 

Desolation

Salamanders, foxes, tigers, made of wax or with fiery fur, 

Agnes would be a lion.

Jude a salamander? The passion associations would be good for her anyway

Humans or pre-entities

Basira: American staghound maybe? https://daemonpage.com/forum/viewtopic.php?p=1228800#p1228800

Jon pre coma: I like northern mockingbird for the innocence ‘tricked into it’ aspect, as well as the general teacher associations https://daemonpage.com/forum/viewtopic.php?p=1216836#p1216836 

Martin: im thinking colorado mountain dog https://daemonpage.com/forum/viewtopic.php?p=1219914#p1219914 

Tim: Maybe bull? https://daemonpage.com/forum/viewtopic.php?p=1203471#p1203471

[thecreaturecodex]

Aypa

“River Cat, or Leon del Lago” © deviantArt user Viergacht, accessed at his gallery here

[They might not be as famous as hairy hominids or lake monsters, but mystery cats are probably just as diverse in cryptozoological lore. They range in plausibility from ABCs, or Alien Big Cats (at least some of the wild cats reported in Britain were demonstrably real animals) all the way to water tigers and water lions. Personally, I think the idea that saber toothed cats have survived in the rivers of South America and Africa has more to do with colonialism (much like living dinosaurs, “primitive” animals get placed in “primitive” countries) than with actual science. But Viergacht’s speculative take on an aquatic descendant of the jaguarundi is very cool, and I wanted to make statistics for it. I chose the aypa from the many names for water tigers because it’s said to have scales, which matches the beaver-like tail in the image.]

Aypa CR 3 N Animal This creature looks something like a cross between a cat and an otter. It has a long skull and eyes near the top of its head, a thick tail with scaly skin, and oversized canine teeth.

Aypa, also known as river cats, are large felines that have evolved to a fill a semi-aquatic niche, similar to that of crocodilians. They are common in waters where caimans and crocodiles are not, and these cats compete fiercely with them where their ranges overlap. An aypa is a generalist predator. Land-bound prey is grabbed when it comes to the water’s edge and dragged in to be drowned or torn apart, whereas aquatic prey is chased down in the water. River cats rarely pursue terrestrial prey, as they are slow on land compared to other cats.

Aypa are sexually dimorphic, with the males being larger than the females. Females build dens out of sticks and mud, something like an oversized beaver lodge, in which to raise their cubs. Males are constantly on the move, and their territories usually overlap several smaller female territories. Males are much more aggressive in territorial defense than the females are, and as such usually have shorter lifespans.

Aypa as Animal Companions Use the statistics for a big cat, except that it has a land speed of 30 feet and a swim speed of 40 feet. An aypa has the hold breath special quality as a level 1 animal companion and does not gain a rake attack. At level 7, an aypa animal companion gains smother as a special attack.

Aypa      CR 3 XP 800 N Large animal Init +7; Senses low-light vision, Perception +9, scent Defense AC 15, touch 12, flat-footed 12 (-1 size, +3 Dex, +3 natural) hp 32 (5d8+10) Fort +6, Ref +7, Will +2 Offense Speed 30 ft., swim 40 ft. Melee bite +7 (1d8+5 plus grab), 2 claws +7 (1d6+5) Space 10 ft.; Reach 10 ft. Special Attacks pounce, smother Statistics Str 21, Dex 17, Con 15, Int 2, Wis 12, Cha 6 Base Atk +3; CMB +9 (+13 grapple); CMD 22 (26 vs. trip) Feats Blind-fight, Improved Initiative, Skill Focus (Perception) Skills Perception +9, Stealth +8 (+12 in undergrowth), Swim +17; Racial Modifiers +4 Stealth (+8 underwater) SQ hold breath Ecology Environment warm and temperate freshwater Organization solitary or pair Treasure none Special Attacks Smother (Ex) A creature or Large or smaller size grappled by an aypa must hold its breath or begin to suffocate.

[acaciapines]

I just had a thought: do you think that in a world where daemons are out & about as an everyday fact of life, societies would veer more towards largely pedestrian, just because a lot of settled daemons might not be able to fit into vehicles?

okay so i've been thinking about this nonstop since you sent it lol and i am. going to go on a very long answer. so um apologizes in advance??? i'm sure i'll answer the question somewhere. the short answer is do whatever you want forever, and likely in a real-world scenario it would be a sort of case-by-case basis on the local cultural values and historical patterns of settling.

my gut answer is "no," actually, for a few different reasons. i have a few different ways of writing worlds with daemons based on what i want to say with the story, but most of them are sort of based on interrogating the text of his dark materials because it presents a very interesting and incredibly unsatisfying picture of daemons, at least to me. and so because of that, i think a core concept is like, okay, what DO people settle as??

because, like, that's what this question is based on--this idea of, what do people settle as? i think probably early human societies would veer pedestrian, but i also think early human societies wouldnt actually settle young, or maybe even at all. bc of how hard survival is back then, the ability to change form is like, a premium. its sort of a privilege for a daemon to settle as a sparrow, and not, like, need to be a wolf sometimes to defend the town's sheep, or a horse to haul up the materials for building. i think actual animals would still be used for these tasks, but like, if you can turn into a horse, sometimes its easier to just do it yourself, rather than having to build trust with an animal, you know?

but blah blah blah, things keep developing. people want to go further, and keep pushing further. so, we are still going to get ships, because sea travel is still really hard even if half of you can turn into an orca whale. and i think as societies develop so too do like, humans put meanings onto the animals around them, and now settling SAYS something about a person, and i feel like you can come up with all sort of stigmas. like, if you settle as a working animal (think horses, oxen, etc) you're seen as inherently lower class than someone who settles as a lion. and now its a bit easier to keep the predators away, so people dont need to hold out on settling for so long, and now theres MEANING behind settling. and this means you can do it wrong.

so, like, what i'm getting as here is i think most people would end up settling pretty small anyways. like, big dog-sized being the larger end of things. if you look at hdm there's already a mammal bias, if you look at daemonfic as a whole there's a canine and feline bias, and i think this would hold true in a real world situations, too. settled form is (as i write it) influenced very much by what a kid is exposed to growing up--as time goes on the idea is you settle younger, and younger, and you settle as the RIGHT sort of animal, the sorts that are good and noble and say something good. you dont settle as, like, a sea cucumber. and an elephant, well--thats so BIG! you really like to take up space, dont you? how...interesting.

and so as things industrialize i think trains, cars, planes all still come to be. i think the expectation is you settle smaller to make up for it. lowkey i think something like the americans with disabilities act is passed for people with larger daemons, but i think the same sort of stuff happens--like, yeah, this school is accessible for people with bison-daemons! you have to call ahead so somebody can set up the fright elevator for you, and you can't go out in the main halls, and like, maybe it follows the law technically, but. like. its not great.

um. basically i think a world with daemons (if we base it off of HDM, which i do more often than not these days) has a lot of biases and discrimination regarding settled form that would lead to places not really being any better than they are today. because the assumption is you settle small. and if you dont settle small, well thats a you problem, isnt it? its not for the "normal" people to fix.

BUT ALL THAT SAID i think a society that is more pedestrian is also perfectly plausible. i think its just down to what sort of story you want to tell. and right now the most recent daemon au i wrote is my owl house daemon au, wherein the way i built out the human world was entirely based on my issues with hdm, and the entire central conflict on the story is around the idea of settling, so...this.

uh, i hope that answers things! feel free to send in followups lol i have Many Thoughts About Daemons.

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

If you ever draw the were-creature characters will you also draw their were-forms? I would love to know how crewel looks when he shifts.

Speaking of shifting, is the full moon a thing monsters have to worry about? I imagine some monsters get more feral during it, which would be dangerous for the Yuus.

I do in fact plan on drawing the were-forms of the werebeast characters! :D It's just a matter of figuring out how I want to go about it as well as design wise how they stand or move about, but it's definitely something I wanna explore!

Now below is more or less just off the top of my head thoughts while I develop the species more so some things may change in the future!

As for the shifting on a full moon, this is actually something that's mostly a problem in younger werebeasts rather than the older generation such as Trein or Crewel (Vargas is unique in how he approaches his transformation). Compared to how we view the curse of the full moon, it's seen as an inconvenience to the werefolk than it is a burden.

My line of thinking is that they mostly see this a way to release frustrations and pent-up aggression by allowing themselves to be more in tune with their wild side. Rather than acting completely feral and such though, they're more or less destructive like a puppy chewing or kitten clawing on furniture and tearing apart their toys rather than actively hunting for prey animals. That doesn't mean that there hasn't been one or two monster neighbors getting bitten, but it won't result in them developing the werebeast instincts or abilities. You're either born with werebeast blood or you're not. 😆

No one is quite sure if this remains true for Yuu or not after hearing about the werewolf "myth" from their world, and no one is quite willing to test this theory (even if Yuu asks). >.>;

Now, for younger generations, there are methods that are used to help mitigate some of the more violent instincts, but generally speaking they just behave more like their beast forms (aka canine werebeasts will behave dog-like such as chasing their tails or chasing after sticks and balls or even barking when a car or stranger passes by, while feline werebeasts will lounge about in warm spots or play with cat toys). The older werebeasts at NRC have fine-tuned their transformations to the point they don't really act much different unless provoked. Crewel and Trein have no problem with this and can still do tasks and such with ease, whereas Vargas...

He sees it as a challenge and a test of willpower by surrounding himself with different equipment that will wear out his beast form, though he does make sure that there are fail safes in place to keep him from getting out of the Coliseum and hurting anyone by accident. There was that one time he chased after a few students who tried to vandalize the area as a prank though, and needless to say those students learned just how fast Vargas is (and just how high one can go flying when tossed over his head).

So yeah, with the younger werebeasts at NRC the Yuus might have some problems with, but for the most part they should be safe (so long as they stay out of Savanaclaw during the full moon since that's where the majority of them are sorted). Their respective dorm leaders have things set in place to keep the more aggressive transformations from getting out of hand in and out of their dorms, while for others it feels as if they just gained a new lap dog/cat/beast and you wind up with situations like these:

[lightpeak]

a totally original shower thoughts video - script

I have a personal vendetta against the number 7. It’s the oddest of the odd single digit numbers. It’s just… there. That, and it’s the only single digit number, other than zero, with two syllables. I remember as a kid, hating it when a number was something like seven hundred, seven thousand, seventeen. It just felt crowded. But I suppose it’s a hopeless endeavor to hate it. It’s not like I can change it.

But what about hopeless? I think it’s the most despicable word in the English language.

Not because of some arbitrary linguistic property. But because of what it means, and the fact that humanity has deemed it necessary to express its meaning. That suffering perpetrates life in such a way to extinguish, however temporarily, a person’s hope. 

What about the obviously dumb words? Like how we park on driveways, and drive on parkways. Shipments are carried in trucks or cars, but cargo is carried on ships. 

Or what about discombobulate? Well actually, that one makes sense. It means to stun or confuse, and I pretty much always feel that way when faced with that word.

And then there’s taradiddle. This more or less means that something’s pretentious. Does that mean that my entire personality is taradiddlous? Taradiddleful? Taradiddliousious?

Have you ever looked out your window in the morning and seen canines and felines plummeting from the heavens? No? Then why is “it’s raining cats and dogs” a phrase? And what about buckets, and striking them with our feet, makes us think of death? And is breaking your leg not the worst case scenario during a performance? Why do we wish that upon others?

English is a giant… joke. 

Speaking of falling animals, why do we say we are falling in love? What about a growing fondness for someone, makes us think of helplessly succumbing to gravity? Maybe it’s something to do with the duality of falling. How, thanks to relativity, falling is indistinguishable from floating, other than the air rushing past you. 

This is because gravity is not a force within the universe, but a distortion of the universe itself. All lines are straight lines, except where gravity bends the space those lines occupy. This is also due to how acceleration works, and how movement is irrelevant without a reference frame. Long story short, we say we’re falling in love, because we also feel like we’re floating. We feel free. Yet we’re reminded of how helpless we are in the things we can’t control. Love is not a thought. It’s not something you have conscious control of. You will love, whether you like it or not.

Gravity is all fine and dandy, until someone wants to get off the planet. That someone being a selfish billionaire whose only goal is self preservation and destroying twitter. But I digress. It’s so interesting, how there are so many jobs, whose workers hope for the worst. Phone companies love it when you break your phone. Or when its ability to function correctly suddenly drops, due to no fault of the manufacturer. Or how cops want people to commit crimes to fill their quotas. Mostly people who are already in desperate situations, totally not systemically by design. Mechanics want your car to have problems, so they can charge you extra for repairs you didn’t even know you needed. 

Going back to that billionaire that ruined twitter, he wants to install chips in people’s heads. Supposedly, to allow people to use technology just by thinking about it. Which I guess is cool. Except when you realize that we already have brain to technology interfaces. They’re called our hands, using keyboards, or controllers, or touchscreens. I swear he’s like a League Of Legends player, trying to get his input lag down to zero. 

Speaking of video games, some games can be kind of like therapy for people. Just a way to escape the world, or be a cuddly wholesome environment to make your own. Others, however, might make you need therapy, with how dark and gritty their worlds are. All forms of media can inform us of who we are and what we care about. Others are just fun, and you shouldn’t really think much more about it.

Some may say that getting entrenched in a story can be meaningless. You’re just wasting your time in a fantasy land you’ll never visit. But they forget that these worlds are inspired by our own. Or are idealistic versions of the world we inhabit. Maybe it’s not so bad to hope for our world to look a little more like the one on the screen or between the pages. I don’t think it’s ever a bad thing to hope.

Now if someone can make a world where the number 7 doesn’t exist, you’ll know where to find me.

[pinkykats-place]

Hybrid Midoriya x Human Bakugo

AO3 Fanfic Recommendations

BakuDeku

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked below are mine.

Some contain mature content.

Wonderful art by @silverynightart (permission to use was given).

Note: If you read any of these and like them please kudos and comment! Let the authors know their work is appreciated!

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Currents by Tabs1326

Summary: Bakugou Katsuki is a marine biology Ph.D. student. When he's out researching for his thesis, he runs into a lost, injured sea otter hybrid named Izuku and ends up making a best friend for life.

One Shot | SFW | No Quirks au

Otter Hybrid Midoriya

Fuzz-Bug by Loover

Summary: Izuku is rare bug-hybrid in a local pet store. However, bug-hybrids are usually seen as creepy and people usually turn away from him, choosing the other hybrids. Preferring dogs, cats, and bunnies. The poor moth thinks he'll never get adopted until one day, a blonde human with peculiar tastes walks in to the pet shop.

One Shot | SFW

Moth Hybrid Midoriya

Deku by MiraChaDoodles

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

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

It was odd—he felt the same way.

---

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

Complete | 9 CH | Contains Smut

Dragon Hybrid Midoriya

One for All Hybrid Rehabilitation Center by tiredwrites

One for All Rehab center seizes a traumatized, dangerous big cat from a Drug Ring Raid and hopes to rehabilitate the hybrid. Izuku, the hybrid, is a little less than willing...!

Follow the journey of Izuku's rehabilitation through the ups and downs, relapses, blood, sweat, and tears.

(and there's freckled toe beans!! so many freckles!!)

(katsuki wants to poke 'em)

Series | 4 Parts | Incomplete | No Quirks

Feline Hybrid Midoriya

Puppy's Playtime by boobie_chan

Summary: "I-I was just, uhm. Wondering. You- y'know, sex? Uhm." He drops his voice and feels his entire face go bright red. Katsuki's hand stills. Izuku thinks he might die.

"Uh. Yeah. I know sex."

"Kacchan!"

— — —

SinKin Valentine's 2020 event! Puppy hybrid Deku and his older human Kacchan spice things up a little bit in the bedroom

One Shot | Contains Smut

Rated - Explicit

Puppy Hybrid Midoriya

From The Bowels of Hell by Kolista

Summary: "I could never be hero partners or friends with a mutt like you," kacchan seethes at me between clenched teeth. "You know I thought it was bad enough when you were just a mutt. A filthy half-breed. Then they told us you were quirkless. Because of fucking course you are. And now you're an omega too! HA. There's no way I could possibly want anything else to do with a worthless piece of shit like you."

"But...Kacchan you promi-"

"Promises, promises, promises," he clicks his tongue at me."What about your promises to me, huh? You're supposed to be the big bad wolf and look at you! Just the runt of the fucking liter. So don't fucking talk to me about promises Deku."

That's the last thing Bakugo Katsuki ever said to me.

— — —

OR Izuku is a wolf-dog hybrid whose family has been with the human bakugo family for generations. Until Katsuki leaves his side for the first and last time. Just because dear Kacchan didn't want a wolf doesn't mean someone else won't. Thrust into the hands of the LOV, Izuku gains a terrifying new quirk, a taste for blood and feels more wolf than human everyday. Near feral and wild, the only hope he has left is Katsuki. But can his old friend bring him back?

WIP | 31/? Chapters

Rated - Explicit

Canine Hybrid Midoriya

Meow! by Phayte

Summary: “What’s the matter?” he asked. “Wanna see the truck or something?”

She shook her head, hugging a doll close to her chest. “There is a kitty stuck in the tree!”

“It’ll climb down,” he said, turning to take the steps back up.

“No! The kitty has been there all morning crying!” she wailed.

— — —

or Bakugou finds Neko/Kitty Deku and things happen.

One Shot | No Quirks au

Rated - Explicit

Neko Midoriya

whiskers and whims by gochumilk

Summary: On the day he first met Kacchan, the human just threw one glance at him then proceeded to step over his body. Deku never felt more offended.

How dare this human ignore his beautiful fur? How dare he ignore Deku?

Deku, who was used to attention, took it very personally.

{One Shot} Rated - Explicit

Neko Hybrid Midoriya

Dynamight's Hybrid Farm by BlossomingBitch_15

Summary: "Don't worry about it Deku, go ahead, it's natural with me fucking with your tits like this to have... /feelings/."

Midoriya's eyes fluttered as his pulse jumped. Katsuki's voice was only turning him on more. He couldn't stop himself this time as his grinding turned more desperate.

"I'm sorrrrrry... I just need /it/ so bad!”

Izuku was sniffling now as his loud uneven breathing filled the room and his hips were practically fucking into the cushions. Katsuki let go of Midoriya's nipples and ran his fingers over them with gentle strokes instead, both soothing and torturing the heavily used nubs.

"Yer' all good Deku, let go baby, you've earned it."

— — —

Or, Hybrid cow Izuku moves to a new farm and takes a liking to his new handler, human farm owner, Katsuki.

WIP | 5/? Chapters | No Quirks au

Rated - Explicit

Cow Hybrid Deku

had the guts, got the glory by twinstarsies

Summary: Izuku had thought he was going to die when his rut came. It was the worst fever he’d ever had, body frail from his self-imposed neglect on top of the heat, of the burning in his veins and limbs to fuck and breed. He hid himself away in the brush and yowled for relief for days, begging for it to end while attacking anyone who got close to check on him.

And then the scent of sweet spice floated to him on the breeze, coated his tongue and soothed the heat and the itch. He blinked weary, tearful eyes open as that scent surrounded him along with a gentle warmth, and he looked into a concerned red gaze.

That was the first time Izuku met Bakugou Katsuki, Yuuei Hybrid Wildlife Sanctuary’s resident wild feline expert—their “big-cat whisperer.”

Izuku’s Kacchan.

— — —

Rescued white tiger hybrid Izuku is going into his seasonal rut. Human caretaker Kacchan is there to help him out.

{One Shot} Rated - Explicit

White Tiger Hybrid Izuku

[sohannabarberaesque]

Postcards from Snagglepuss (Minnesota State Fair edition)

Winding up the fair in a not-so-hokey manner

So to wind things down here at The Great Minnesota Get-Together for another year, yours truly, with no less than Huckleberry Hound in company, make our breakfast-type repair to The Blue Moon Dine-In Theater, essentially a hybrid of cinema and diner featuring old-school diner fare for the most part. The Belgian waffles there are supposed to be especially delicious for some reason, or so the suggestion came about in trying them out.

And what could be better to picture such with fresh Minnesota butter of a decent spreadability, and some equally-Minnesotan syrup--

"I was rather surprised you would turn up here, to begin with!"

Such was Hokey Wolf, something of a lupine charmer who could get off tangent on occasion; he, and his boon compadre, Ding-a-Ling ("everybody just calls him Ding for short," as Hokey explaineth). were also in the Blue Moon's presence for Belgian waffles and coffee.

"Even if this may be the end for another year," Huckleberry asked with a mild tinge of regret.

"At least Huckleberry Hound is putting it plainly," Ding-a-Ling was quick to explain it to his mentor, Hokey.

"Though I wonder myself, guys," Hokey remarked, "whether there would be much of a fortune to be made making IHOP and Waffle House look like sheer jerks with some tourist-trap Belgian waffle place managed by yours truly!" (You could just sense how far Hokey's excesses could get at turns.) "And I was thinking of someplace other than Branson, Myrtle Beach, Gatlinburg, those rather kitschy sort of tourist traps bound to appeal to the Fox News-watching element!"

"But still," added I, "there's Cattanooga Klatsche in Gatlinburg."

"Snagglepuss means that coffee shop of the Cattanooga Cats," as Ding explained to Hokey, who responded, "I do have to admit as much--"

And for some reason, Kitty Jo, more or less the "queen cat" of the feline folk-pop quartet, entered. Her desire: a cinnamon roll and some coffee.

"Did somebody mention Cattanooga Klatsche just now?" was how Kitty Jo responded in that getup sure to be mistaken for a certain Daphne Blake from the crew of a certain hackneyed canine detective.

"Guilty as charged," responded I. And I could just swear the Belgian waffle had such irresistable lightness.

"Not to be the peeved-off sort," Kitty Jo responded, "but at least that wolf in your party, as it were, had something of an idea for to make the breakfast menu at Cattanooga Klatsche more interesting--as in Belgian waffles?"

"Hopefully," Huckleberry Hound responded, "such won't be as insipid and predictable as the Waffle House sort."

"Admittedly," Kitty Jo remarked, "we've been at several Waffle House locations, and admittedly, it was bound to be predictable pap. Take that from a gal who just knows Southern cookery!" (A short pause.) "Oh, and did I mention where my Chess Pie won a special mention at Braham Pie Day?"

"You don't say ... YOU DON'T SAY!!!" saith I.

"I do have to acknowledge that the judges were a little surprised that a Southern speciality could get to be known this far up north ... and especially with equal parts of white and yellow corn meal!"

Huckleberry Hound could only express humbled congratulations by the time Kitty Jo's cinnamon roll and coffee were brought to table.

"So where are we headed from here?" asked I as the last bit of waffle was forked up, ready to enter this lion's mouth.

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