#maybe there will be a next batch and maybe it will be more

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Here's more centaur!Izuku cause I wrote it directly after the first batch but didn't want it to be too long.

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(Warning: Depersonalization, Abuse, Non-Sexual Grooming, and Trafficking)

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Three days later, Izuku meets a farmhand.

His clothes are a mess. He looks tired and is very hungry, with grass stains on his lips and cheeks. He wants very much to take a bath. One of his legs is a little scratched up from having fought off some sort of wandering predator.

"What are you?" the farmer asks.

Izuku freezes, never having been asked that before.

"I'm...a person?"

"Hmm. Not sure, huh?"

Despite his open hesitation, the farmer takes Izuku off the open land and onto the farm.

He's kept a secret by the farmhand for a while, placed in an empty stall with the horses. The farmer replaced his torn clothes with an oversized shirt and brought him some of the food they served throughout the day. It filled him well enough, so he ate quite happily. He also occasionally ate the hay around the stall if he was feeling hungry between meals (which he often was).

Though, eventually, the farmhand can't hide him any longer, and the farm owner finds out about his presence.

Being quite quirkist compared to the others, he doesn't treat Izuku like a human child, not really. While recognizing that Izuku can speak and understand what's being said to him, he otherwise treats him like an animal.

So, after being given a hat and having his clothes only slightly better fitted, he becomes a farmer...in a sense.

He starts out doing easier things, like delivering messages if the cellular service is poor. He's also taught how to identify and pull out weeds around plants, how to mend fences, and when and what to feed animals on the farm.

All of this is difficult for a kid who grew up for the first five years of his life as a modern, urban-raised Japanese child. But his complaints aren't met with coddling or explanations. Instead, he's locked away in a stall or loudly scolded, shocking him to tears.

He never does stop crying, but he learns how to cry quietly instead.

As he gets older and stronger, his duties also increase. From weeding to corralling, from fence mending to moving heavy loads.

The first time he's strapped up to something meant for pulling things along, he's unsure what to do about it. It's not that the straps themselves feel wrong, but he doesn't like the people touching him to do so. Embarrassment turns his cheeks bright red because there's a part of him that feels like it's not quite right... But why? He's not sure.

Anyway, what else is he going to do? If he doesn't work, he doesn't get to eat. Besides, instead of getting paid money, he gets to read the occasional book or receive more food. So, he deals with it, takes it in stride, and with time, the discomfort of being manhandled quiets.

Surprisingly, despite his much smaller stature compared to grown horses, he's just about as strong as one. Of course, he wasn't at first, but by the time he's seven, he can pull a horse-drawn hay cutter by himself. And since he can understand human speech and direct himself, he doesn't need a driver and can do it all on his own.

When the farmer praises him for cutting the hay lines straight, Izuku feels...happy. He's praised for good work, so...if he works hard enough and does well, maybe the head farmer will be nicer to him and let him read more. Maybe he'll even let him play and relax with the horses?

Though, the more he shows off his strength and does good work around the farm, the less human the head farmer treats him.

Sometimes, it would be offhanded comments.

"If only he had a full horse body, maybe I could've put him in a show or something."

"He grows so slowly. Wish he'd hurry up."

"If it wasn't for how weird it would be, he'd probably be the best for training folks how to ride horses."

At one point, a worker speaks up.

"Hey, isn't he just a kid?"

But the head farmer shakes his head.

"Nah, from what I remember, he's a horse with a humanization quirk or something."

"What?"

But, the original farmhand who had brought Izuku in had already left. The clothes from back then were long gone, and Izuku himself was somewhat starting to forget what his life had been like before.

Whether that was because he was growing older or his brain was trying to balance his emotions toward his current treatment by quietly forgetting his childhood is yet unknown.

In the end, Izuku persistently balances somewhere between human and animal, progressively teetering toward the latter. Even now, when asked what he was, he couldn't answer clearly. So, when he turns eight, he comes up with one.

"I'm Izuku." "Yes, but what are you? Are you human?" "I'm Izuku...that's all I know. Uhm, you can call me Deku, too."

He smiles when he answers that way for the first time, but that same night, he sobbed quietly into his hands for reasons he wasn't sure he could put to words.

The older her grows, the less that answer hurts.

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The years pass like that. Some workers come and go while others stay for as long as he's been there. It was never a very big farm, but it seems to be shrinking a little bit each year. Meanwhile, Izuku himself continues growing.

At twelve, he's grown further into himself.

The fur around his cloven hooves has grown longer, curling like his hair. His skin has tanned quite a bit, and the thin, downy fur that trailed up to his lower chest is now higher up, creating a cute tuft that fills in the older he gets. He's gone through a few bouts of illness, and managed to get through it despite being given horse medicine only (or none at all), so he's not as healthy as he could be—his hair dull and eyes plagued by dark bags from too many nights without full sleep. His diet also isn't as omnivorous as it should be, relegated to eating the exact same things as the horses he's in the stables with, his two ribcages more pronounced than they should be.

He may or may not have snuck eating some chicken eggs or consuming meat from some wandering predators who found out the hard way that he wasn't exactly a prey animal.

Even so, he manages, waking up early in the morning and doing daily care for the horses in the barn. After all, he's grown mature and obedient enough that he doesn't usually need to be locked into his stable or whipped into obedience. With his hair having grown past his shoulders, he ties it back with a scrunchy he got as a reward for hard work, puts on his hat, and gets moving. By the time the other farmers are up, he's already done his daily stretches, bathed, eaten, and started working.

Usually, Mister would make sure he does his work away from where others could see him. However, as of recent, Izuku's noticed that Mister brings people directly to watch him work.

They typically wear shades and jackets, their bodies mostly concealed as Mister talks about him. He always forgets how well he can hear.

"One of my old workers found him, born from one of my horses. Named him Deku cause he was one hell of an unsteady foal. Kept tripping over himself like a puppet with its strings cut, y'know?"

It's a lie, of course. But Izuku knows better than to deny it.

Even if he told the truth, he no longer remembers his mother's name. Sometimes, as of recent, he wonders if he maybe hallucinated those days. Like it was some strange dream he had.

Izuku knows it won't be long. These people are here to buy him.

Izuku eats too much. He's almost always hungry as of recent. No matter how much he helps on the farm, he's eating Mister out of house and home. Moreover, he's been getting caught sneaking food, eating the stuff humans eat. He used to be punished and scolded over it, but now, Mister just gives him a look when he knows, and Izuku tries to be exceptionally obedient for the next few days, lest he get locked and isolated in the other stable that's too small for him to even lie down in.

These people smell distantly of chemicals. They've never come close to him, not yet, but he can kind of smell them. He's not sure what they want with him, but they an a few others have come to visit more frequently.

Then, one night, he's called over from the stables to an open part of the nearby barn. There, he sees the strange people, and there's a bunch of lights pointed at him.

"Here he is. This is Deku."

He doesn't correct his name, quietly looking on nervously as the people approach. Mister pats his side and hands one of the people a whip.

"If he acts up, just whip him a little. He's not super stubborn and is easy to correct."

The people in suits check him over, their hands touching his barrels and flanks. They reach down and grab his hooves, pulling them up so they can look at the undersides, thankfully only picking them up one at a time. He carefully keeps himself relaxed and still, disassociating a little as he goes through the motions. They talk about him around him, not asking him any questions, and he waits patiently, hands respectfully held in front of his lower chest.

He knew this would happen. It doesn't make it hurt any less. But it hurts less if he just doesn't think about it. If he thinks about it like meditating, he can leave the situation altogether.

He's still meditating, but he registers when he's told to take his shirt off and remove his scrunchy. They check his arms and look fascinated at where his human body ends and the horse(?) body begins. He just stares straight forward...

Eventually, he sees the whip come into view, and he checks back in.

"And you said it understand what we say?"

"Deku does, yeah."

"Does it make a lot of noise?"

"Huh? No, none."

"Good."

The person then turns to him.

"Hold your arms behind your back."

Izuku blinks tiredly, but does what he's told. Somehow, he's not surprised when he feels the mitts put over his hands and the rope start wrapping around his forearms and upper waist.

His arms are taken from his control. Then his mouth as he's gagged. And then, an eye mask is put over his head, covering his eyes, and the rope around him tugs, pulling him along.

The summer air is cooler at night, but he feels it against his skin. He smells the exhaust from a truck up ahead, and beyond it, the many fields and forests nearby...

What if he hadn't asked for help? Would he have lived a better life? Maybe he should've avoided people altogether.

Sometimes, he reads little story books, all of which are currently back in his stable. He wasn't allowed school books, so he mostly read about farm work and forestry alongside old fairytales. Sometimes, he'd have dreams of him running through those same forests, untethered and without a single person to care for him. Ratty and covered in muck. Perhaps thin from too little food and too many predators.

And yet, he was always smiling in those dreams.

...

...Hm.

He kicks out with his right leg, catching someone in the chest. Before the others can act, he rears onto his back legs, his strength ripping the rope from the "handler's" hands. His ears twitch, and even without seeing them, he headbutts someone else.

He can't see. But that's okay. He must escape regardless.

Living in the wild, with little food, water, or reading, will be much better than being sold and taken away.

Even if he doesn't escape, he just...

He just doesn't want to go down without a fight.

For once, he wants to fight with everything he has.

All the emotions he's felt: the pain, the embarrassment, the exhaustion, the betrayal. It bubbles back up within him, and he lets it out for the first time in a long, long time.

Behind the gag, he lets out a screech—some noise between a scream and a bray—and stumbles until he smacks someone into the side of a nearby building.

He stomps his hooves and shakes his head vigorously until the eye mask finally falls off. His arms strain in the bondage and his lips pull taut around the gag. But with his eyes now uncovered, he sees the people in suits, the ones who bought him, coming at him with weapons. With whips, ropes, and chains. One of them argues with Mister.

He glances off to the side, sees a fence he's mended again and again over the years, and he bolts for it.

Someone shouts to shoot him.

He hears guns cocking.

If he's shot... If he dies, at least he'll die the way he wants.

But as he heads to the fence, his poor night vision adapts. He squints...

And then he stumbles, trying and skidding to a stop.

Someone shouts, "Now!"

And then there's flashes.

Banging.

So much noise that his ears ring.

A whirring noise approaches from the nearby hills, and soon, a bright light shines down from up above.

Izuku, disoriented and startled, breathes in heavy huffs as his vision clears.

He sees guns, yes...but they're not pointed at him. Not anymore.

Instead, they're pointed at several of the suited people, many of whom are laid out on the ground in odd positions, like they'd just suddenly lost consciousness. He smells something in the air...something similar to lavender, rolling in from the disorderly crowd.

A woman, one of the people who had been with the crowd, stepped away from her downed companions as people in other unmarked vehicles came over, gas masks over their faces. The woman, it seemed, wasn't wearing so much under her coat.

"Hey there, sweetheart. I'm so sorry... That must've been scary."

She stood away from him, keeping her distance. But she was speaking to him. When she took off her shades, she revealed deep blue eyes with visible rings in them.

"It's going to be okay now. My pals and I are here to help."

Her voice is calm, melodic. Izuku shakes, breathing heavily, unsure of what to do because, the harder he breathes, the more tired he becomes. It makes him anxious.

"Is it alright if I got that stuff off of you? Hmm?"

He whines, backing up further. His vision is getting blurry again.

"Slow your breathing. Your taking in a lot of mist. It's a bit hard to control once it's out of my body... But it just puts people to sleep. That's my quirk. I don't mean to use it on you, I'm sorry."

A quirk...right... He looks back toward the newly arrived people. They're putting the other folks in suits in heavy cuffs. Even Mister gets cuffed, too.

Ah...

Heroes.

He'd forgotten they existed for a bit. Yeah.

So, is this person... Is she a hero?

Can he trust her?

She holds out her hand for him, staying calm and approaching slowly.

"C'mon, I'll get that gag off of you. May I?"

Maybe it's because he's feeling a little woozy. Maybe it's because someone hasn't spoken to him so kindly in such a long while. Maybe he's just...tired. Tired of being afraid. Tired of being forced. Tired of fighting inside and out.

But his legs tremble, and he collapses into a lying position. She approaches quickly, trying to keep his human part from falling over.

"Shhhh, shhh shhh. It's alright, you'll be fine."

He struggles weakly, feeling his consciousness slipping further. But her hands take a hold of his head, guiding it to her shoulder before she reaches behind him and begins undoing the rope.

"It'll be alright. It'll be alright. I'll make sure of it."

Izuku shivers...shudders...and slowly lets himself slump into her hold, his vision going dark.

[sout999]

i love making these crunchy animals and there's a thing i really want to buy, so I have made some animated limited palette bunny adopts, WITH LOVE, FOR YOU

$20 Each on my Ko-fi store!

[lynnetendo]

some sifs I drew from memory into my sketchpad while I was at a family meetup... i thought it'd be fun to digitalize the more original style ones with a pixel brush and the ones that were more my own artstyle with my usual brush (initial pencil sketch under the cut)

unironically, any notable change you see between the traditional sketch and the digital version only stems from the fact that i had no space on the real paper e.g. the sketches being repositioned or sif's hat not being curled downwards everywhere was because i could actually use the space better digitally lmao

[random-dragon-exe]

Ok so can we talk about poor Cricket?

The poor guy was mortified when he found out Chip was alive and was coming for him.

And that's putting it lightly. He flat out gets paranoid that if he doesn't do his best to hide, Chip will kill him and his family.

Now to be honest, I thought a paranoid role like this was going to go to Bill.

I thought that Bill's hinted anxiety would come to the surface and that he'll be paranoid because he wants to protect his family.

But no, instead they gave it to Cricket. (Which BTW, I'm not complaining, I like the angle they're going for, because angst)

I mean of course Cricket would be terrified of Chip coming back, the last time he saw him, Chip was literally about to do him and his family in with a helicopter. Twice.

It even gets to the point that he begins seeing things that aren't there.

I also find it interesting because at first, we're led to believe that Cricket wasn't that affected by Chip since in Chipped Off we see him literally dance in relief knowing he's dead on TV. But no, they brought it to attention that deep down he's terrified of Chip because at the end of the day, he's still a kid.

Like I never thought I'd say this, but I think Cricket needs to join the traumatized children's corner with Hunter, Luz, Marcy, Dipper, and Mabel. Then go to therapy with Sasha.

[geezmarty]

A commission question: if you complete them do you put them on your main block if asked, or is it only up to the commissioner to post the art? Thank you!

This will all be explained in the form but people are free to post their commissions to their heart's content once they get them, I always ask for permission to post it myself but that's more of a"if it ever happens, are you cool with me posting it" rather than a guarantee that I will post it myself.

[sparatus]

ngl lads those new shepard figs bioware announced for shep's birthday look like one of those fancy cakes that are just an abomination of fondant with hasty airbrushing to me

[sysig]

Font of Inspiration (Patreon)

[supercantaloupe]

happy saturday!! I have mostly been making questionable food decisions lately but I tried making a maple lassi like you mentioned a little while back iirc and added some cardamom and it turned out really nice :D

oooh. i'm making a batch of yogurt right now...should i make it maple and cardamom flavor...that sounds good...

[ask meme]

[magical-sweet-kitty]

I want to draw Ricky as the Rickroll. Just him in front of a microphone wearing the Ricky Astley outfit.

[hana-bobo-finch]

my evil Project is almost done…..it’s garbage but idgaf…….

[egregiousderp]

I thought I worked today, so I fumbled a bro meetup aaaaaaa.

Culmination of the week I guess, but…

I did make it to the other store and stockpiled a bunch of the good noodles, some ingredients to make a really decadent stuffed shell, and found my favorite mom and pop liquor store is selling 1.5 L of cucumber vodka for like. Eight bucks. So it’s been…productive in a Calm Before The Storm kinda way.

[kathybluecaller]

probably the last drawings for this year’s Martha March. Hopefully I’m not as busy next year

doodle batch 3/?

[eddis-not-eeddis]

Truly, a woman can get a lot done when she’s feeling suspiciously good about life.

[simplydnp]

today's video prediction: sims

[pama-saga]

Honestly debating making future Aftermath pages sketchier to fit the mood of the comic and also save time on production possibly.

Thoughts?

[mqonlighting]

real talk in the tags for a second because i have a crush on a girl and i. a hehe. ahehehe.

will be burying this in reblogs and never touching on it again