#women and hybrids included

[emissaire]

misplaced trust ⇝ h. sanzu x reader

warnings/includes: mdni, dc, nsfw, kidnapping, gaslighting, manipulation, amnesia, fox hybrid! sanzu, yandere themes, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, all characters are adults

notes: this is my entry for pat's hybrid-themed collab! i seriously had so much fun writing this one. tysm, bby @manjiroscum for inviting me to join this collab! 💗

Before everything, here's some facts about hybrid! Sanzu's past:

⸙. Haruchiyo never met his father, only knowing that he's lurking deep into the mountains in his kitsune form or luring unsuspecting women in his lair to take advantage of them.

⸙. One of those women was his mother who left as soon as he was out of her womb, leaving him to fend for himself.

⸙. No one in his mother's village was willing to take in a hybrid, labeling him as the bastard son of the evil kitsune.

⸙. He inherited some of his father's abilities such as being able to shape-shift, he's also gifted with an immortal life.

You don't know what went into your head when you decided to venture outside and deeper into the forest in the dead of the night. It's not like you're adventurous or anything, you hate the nagging feeling that creeps on the tips of your fingers because of the unknown but something about the pale gleam of the moon made you want to see what's out here or rather, who's out here. 

Pale complexion, tall frame and long silver hair that flows with the wind like an ocean wave– you've seen glimpses of him a couple of times. You've witnessed him dance so elegantly in his intricate silver robes as if he was floating in the air, his figure so light and enchanting it makes you want to dance with him. 

As you walk further into the forest, you feel a sudden shift in the air, it's no longer cold and biting at the skin and is replaced by a warm breeze, like someone is caressing your cheek and enveloping your body in an embrace. 

"You're here." You say to no one in particular. The tingle on your spine is so prominent, no doubt from the anticipation of what's to come. Will he show himself? Will he talk to you? 

A soft breeze blows past your cheek, making you close your eyes to savor the feeling. So soothing, so welcoming but it was gone as soon as it came. A fleeting moment.

"You're here too." The voice, it's so calming it makes you swoon, makes you want to close your eyes and sleep like a newborn.

"Please let me see you." Along with your plea, you look around in hopes of seeing at least the familiar blurry figure of him. He would look so beautiful under the moon, no doubt.

He sounds so teasing when he responds, the mirth in his voice evident as if he is smiling. Silly little human. Do you even know what you're talking to? "If you see me, you're bound to me."

"Then… then take me." Bold. Rash. Impulsive. Those have always been connected to your name back in your village. The reckless girl who dives in without a second thought but of course, you are always quick to deny them. Now, you're aware that you've proven just how thoughtless you are in some situations, but you can't find it in you to care. You have to see him. You need to see him. 

You feel him before your eyes can even glance at the vast space of the forest in hopes of seeing him. Hot breath fanning your cheek, his large hand over your hip bone and the warmth from his chest spreading over your back– he's behind you. The intimate position you're both in makes your cheeks burn. You've never had someone this close to you before. 

"Then you're mine."

You sit awake with a gasp, hand clutching your chest as your heart pounds rapidly. It's been a week since you started having the same dream over and over again, and every time you open your eyes, there's this sudden urge to run away… but why?

"My love." Haruchiyo, your husband, sits up on the bed as well, his hand caressing your back in the same, eerily pattern as the man in your dreams had. You don't know how you can tell, dreams are not supposed to be so realistic. Instead of bringing comfort to you, your husband's touch burns at your skin, making you flinch.

"It's going to be alright, darling. I'm here." He reassures you, his deep voice lulling you back to sleep and in his arms. The up and down movements of his chest help to stabilize your nerves again until your breath evens out and you're knocked out cold once again. 

Within the comforting embrace of another sleep, you don't notice how Haruchiyo's eyes flash a mysterious golden hue. 

"I'll be back before dinner. Remember what I told you?" Your husband coos softly, a small doting smile present on his lips as he waits for your response. 

"Don't ever come out because it's not safe." You recite his words back to him. This is how each morning goes, he would go out and do some business and he'd remind you to never step foot outside of the house. 

You never questioned him. You trust him with all your heart… like you were conditioned to do and follow what he says without so much as a complaint. He knows what's good for you after all.

"Good, my darling," The satisfied tone in his voice makes you smile happily, "Now, I'll get going. See you later." With that, he presses a quick kiss on your lips and then he's out the door of your home. 

As usual, the looming loneliness visits you again. You wish he didn't have to go and leave you all by yourself even if it's only for a few hours. This feeling, it's new to you. Despite not having the memories of your life before you met him, you know that you're not the type to depend on someone so much. 

In the midst of your musings, you don't even notice how your husband's figure disappeared from your line of sight as if he was never even there in the first place. 

I want to go home. 

The thought makes you freeze for a second, a sudden whiplash of emotions hitting you abruptly. What's going on? Why do I feel like this? You sniffle, shaky hands brushing away the unwarranted tears painting your cheeks. I am home, what does that even mean?

You heave a deep breath, willing to calm yourself down and make sense of what is happening to you at the moment. Sure, sometimes you're reminded of what your life once was every now and then but Haruchiyo was always with you during those moments. He would brush away your tears and tell you that it doesn't matter. As long as he's with you, you don't have to worry about your past. 

"I'm home." He greets by the door, patting his clothes off of any dirt as he looks around the house in search of you. He spots you standing in the hallway near the kitchen, the usual floral mittens over your hands as you carry a small pot of what smells like a curry. There's an adoring smile on your lips as you welcome him home. 

"Smells great." He says, striding deeper into the house with an excited smile over his face. The iconic scars at the corners of his lips are stretched so beautifully it makes you want to reach out and give them each a peck. You place the pot on the table, ready to greet him sweetly when he opens his arms for you until your eyes land on the hanafuda insignia inked on his forearm. 

Now, you've seen this tattoo on his skin a million times already but something feels oddly different about this time. It's like you've seen it somewhere before etched on something… on a cloth? On a silk robe… a majestic silver robe worn by a frosty white haired male, dancing around the forest without a care in the world.

"Darling?" Haruchiyo's warm hands lead you away from your scattered thoughts as he wraps his arms around your waist and cups your sides.

As you look up at him, he can sense the confusion within your eyes, the way your pupils shake and your lips tremble as you search for something on his face are the indication. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" 

"Haru," you speak, voice above a whisper and sounding so terrified, "How did I meet you?"

Oh. 

"What do you mean?" There's a hard look on his face but he hides it by hugging you closer to him, tucking your head into his neck as he strokes your back in faux comfort.

"I'm certain I followed you in the forest." You murmur, gripping the costly fabric of his yukata in your shaking hands.

"You're remembering it wrong. You must still be confused, huh?" The velvet sound of his voice manages to calm you down. "Your family abandoned you, my love. I took you in."

"No, Haruchiyo. They would never do that." You softly sniffle, burying your face deeper into his warmth to seek comfort. You feel so… weird. He feels so weird. In a way that makes you want to run away but then again, he's the only one you have. He's the only one who can offer you comfort. 

"And how are you so sure of that?" This time, he pulls back so he can look at you. His face lacks any emotions as he studies the weary tears falling from your eyes. "You can barely remember what happened to you before you woke up," So cold, "You think I'm lying to you." So distant.

Your husband slithers his arms away from you, attempting to walk out of the kitchen. Seeing him leave makes you panic, your mind internally berating yourself for upsetting the only person who cares for you. "Haru, please! Don't leave, I'm sorry!" You desperately cry, forehead pressed on his warm back as you hug him.

For a second, he doesn't say anything. He only stands there and in your eyes, it's as if he's contemplating what to do with you but he knows just what he's doing. He's got you right where he wants you to be. 

Sighing, he turns back around with your arms still clinging to him desperately. His face is crumpled into a crestfallen look, not even meeting your eyes. "You're hurting me, sweetheart."

"I'm sorry, Haru. I-I know you're not lying to me, it's just… my dreams are starting to get to me and-" He doesn't wait for you to say anything as he presses his lips against yours, one strong arm lifting you up so he doesn't have to bend down just to kiss you. 

He can taste your salty tears on his tongue and he savors it to heart, relishes in your broken but subsiding sobs. With a soft pat on his chest, he ends the kiss with one last peck to give you air before uttering the words that make your heart swell. "I forgive you."

Haruchiyo is on edge. Lately, you've been seeing glimpses of your memories and it's making him restless. Just what is he doing wrong that your past insists on haunting him? It's not like he forcibly took you away, you've given him consent to own you. Surely, the binding is as strong as it should be. 

He had been alone for decades, no one to come home to for so long that he grasped the nearest opportunity of finding solace in your arms. The last wife he had left him for someone else after finding out about his true identity. It's not his fault for being born a hybrid yet she still betrayed him. Stabbed him in the back just like his mother did and every other woman in his life. He does not take kindly to traitors so he did what he had to do: eliminated them out of his life and disposed of them as if they were mere pests in his life. 

Haruchiyo loves you and he doesn't want the same fate to befall on you. That's why he's going to make sure that you will stay by his side no matter what because that's what good wives like you should do.

"Look at me, darling. Tell me you'll never leave me." Your husband moans next to your ear, his scarred lips grazing your skin and making you shudder with each deep thrust of his heavy cock into your pretty little cunt. 

"I-I'll never leave you!" You proclaim, nails scratching his back and leaving stinging sensations on his skin but he doesn't stop with his ministrations, too deep in the heat of your bodies. 

You're starting to slip, close to losing your mind and giving away the last bit of your sanity to the man you're promised to. You will never leave him. You can never leave him. With how much you've become reliant on Haruchiyo, the thought of even depending on yourself is scary. It's like you're going to lose bearings and one wrong move, you're nothing but a lost person with no name… no identity. He gives you so much security, he builds everything that you are and without him, you're empty.

"You have no one else but me, you know that." He groans, his wild eyes losing its azure tint and is replaced by the glimmering gold, staring down at you with a sneer. 

You sob, nodding along to his words as your hands blindly reach out to him but he laughs at the sight, relishing in your pathetic cries and your attempt to hold him close. Breathtaking. There's nothing more beautiful than the sight of your tear stricken face as your mind slowly breaks, soul chipping away from his cruelty. 

"God- Haruuu!" Your moans have become drawn as you release around his thick girth, walls pulsing in intervals and sensitivity as he rubs your clit relentlessly.

The hybrid smirks, satisfaction seeping through his bones. "That's right, sweetheart. I'm your god." His velvet voice makes your heart bloom and your pussy to clench even more. This makes him growl, throwing his head back as he reaches his own high, hips never faltering from assaulting your sensitive heat.

Ropes of thick liquid spurts out of his cock, ejaculating inside your pussy and painting your walls with his seed. Only when he's satisfied does he stop the erratic movements of his hips before leaning down to capture your lips.

He's engraved on your lips, tattooed on your mind and latched within your soul. You're one with him, there's no denying that now, especially when he pulls out and his warm cum drips out of your pussy, staining your skin. 

"I love you, Haru." You whisper when the both of you pull back from each other, eyes closed with a small smile on your lips. 

This is your home. This is your life now. 

"I love you, sweetheart. I love you so much." He relents before pressing another kiss on your lips and on your sweaty forehead. 

Within his arms, you seek for the warmth and love he willingly gives you and with a satiated glint in his eyes, he allows himself to rest easy. After all, you will never leave him. You can never leave him. He's got you right where he wants you to be. 

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[niicevibe]

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 + 𝐘/𝐍 𝐇𝐂𝐬

I was going to do another character but I had a 5am epiphany of our favourite 1,000-year-old murder man. I definitely tried to keep this one as realistically appropriate as possible, but... it's Sukuna.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: nothing major, implied n/sfw, implied mild violence.

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧.

I feel like it shouldn't be necessary to remind people of this man's character. He's a murderous psychopath who just so happens to be a foine specimen. Ryomen the Specimen. It's not our fault.

HOWEVER, I’m sure there’s some… redeeming qualities, somewhere within that human-curse-hybrid husk of his. Because a lot of us seem to forget that whole...

“Where are the people?! The women?! What a wonderful age it has become! Women and children, spawning everywhere like maggots! Marvellous! It’ll be a massacre!”

Yeah, that.

Despite missing a few of his moral screws, he really is wise beyond his years. He may be missing a few centuries from his memories, too, give or take a few, but Sukuna is someone who would give off studious delinquent vibes if this were an alternate universe. So he’d be full of knowledge from when he was still physically present. And now that he’s stuck with Yuuji, he’s most definitely absorbing as much as he’s able to learn about modernity.

And then, within all of this modernity, exists you.

Don’t get me wrong — just because you are the golden egg Y/N, it doesn’t mean Sukuna wouldn’t f*** you up.

Sukuna is definitely someone with obsessive-compulsive impulses and tendencies. His need for control, his thirst for absolute power, his obsession over Megumi’s growth, all for example — he puts all of these things into everything he does, and I mean everything, including you, dearest Y/N.

Being stuck within the body of a teenager hasn't once sat well with Sukuna, made worse by the fact Yuuji has been able to control him. Him manifesting his eyes and his mouth on Yuuji's body is barely enough for him, but Yuuji apologizes to you, anyway, the words spewing past the cursed humans' lips too vulgar for either of you to even fully register.

The constant threats and vulgar, inappropriate remarks at you; Sukuna consistently reminding you of how you're just so lucky that he can't get his hands on you, that there isn't a single way for him to drag your body within his Innate Domain to have his way with you.

You shudder. Why, you're not quite sure. Fear? Relief? ... disappointment...? You're now calling yourself a masochist for even tempting the thought.

Things were so much different back when Sukuna was free. Does his violence really need to be outlined? Physically, sexually, mentally -- he was a villain, a beast, a monster, though for some of you, that's kind of your thing, isn't it.

If you were the you to exist over one thousand years ago, Sukuna's obsession would run wildly. You've been forced into his presence for quite a while now, though he still can't decide what he wants to do with you. He loves a good game when it comes to dealing with those weaker or those below him (to an extent), but with you, it simply seems... unnecessary.

You're already enthralled by him, somehow. It might have been fear, at first -- but of course, it was. A deadly fascination by the false god with four arms and two faces, twice your size and five times your muscle mass. He could probably flick you and you'd be dead.

Sukuna dares your defiance. Whether you're willing to fight against or submit to him, he's ready for either decision. Go ahead. Make your choice.

Fighting against him will only garner a mocking disappointment. You'll always be prey to him, caught on a long wire to prevent your escape. Submit to him and you'll be ball and chained to his side, an invisible collar and leash attached to you as you sit at his side.

Secretly, he hopes you choose to stay and submit to him. Spare him the pain in the ass it would be to have to tame that defiance. Sukuna is quick to be annoyed and you don't want to be the focus of his frustrations.

We've seen what happened to Shibuya, after all.

His obsession does, however, provide some semblance of kindness.

You're a human, like he once was, so he understands mankind's frailties and faults. Many of you aren't very intelligent, after all -- he points this out quite often. Sukuna will tell you things of the world, his world, and watch your expressions change as you hang on his every word. He calls it "adoration", "fanaticism" -- being the center of attention is a fuel that drives him. Give him more; ask him questions, especially questions that involve him because he can talk about himself for hours. Ask for demonstrations of his power, although doing so may result in him using another human as a sacrifice to it.

At least he's not using you for it.

He'd kill for you. That would never, ever be a problem for him. Tell him someone slighted you? He'd either murder them on the spot or take days to torture them slowly before their eventual deaths; it depends on the mood he's in the day you tell him about it.

Don't ask him to do "silly" little date-like things. You'll take what he gives you; ask him once and not a second time ever again or there'll be a punishment to follow.

This is also a millennia prior, so by being historically correct, Sukuna probably isn't in a monogamous relationship with you. He's got other women he messes with and then murders but you will always be his main woman.

Don't be offended that he won't call you his "Queen of Curses". You're weak, and a King is supposed to protect the weak. Idk his thought process is askew, probably.

Insults are eternally in his vocab, so don't be surprised if he uses some of them on you. You know what you signed up for.

If you're really so okay with your situation, you'd enjoy simply laying with Sukuna, your arms wrapped around wherever was available and in your reach. Now, the man has four arms, but he can't be bothered to be the one to cuddle you with a single one of them, so don't expect this from him. He might go and grab your ass with one of his massive hands, holding it like a trophy to be admired, but that's all you should really expect from the guy.

He'll dote on you... kind of objectively. If he's going to be seen with you, you need to look the part, so expect robes of all textiles and patterns. Again, you're no Queen of Curses, but he's crossing a fine line here...

But then also, sexual harassment. It ain't even all that mild. The man forgets sometimes how much weaker you are than him, so when he slaps your ass, he leaves behind a red mark that very quickly turns into a bruise.

If you're walking too slow, he'll either leave you behind or whip you onto his shoulder, there's no in-between. So either learn to hustle your ass or get comfortable, baby.

He's someone who'd tell you, "Don't tease me, woman," and then proceed to be the one to provide the teasing.

You've been warned.

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[pessimisticshapewithablog]

Darth Maul Tattoos

This is my own reference guide to Maul's tattoos. Anyone is free to use this as reference if they want.

1. Conception

"Maul’s whole body had been designed by McCaig, “based the idea of peeled flesh and muscle patterns.” Some of his preliminary drawings for EP1 included costumes that revealed some of Maul’s arms, chest and legs, but they were obviously never produced. Alas, the official reasons for the tattoo designs will perhaps never be known. McCaig speculated that the tattoos became the mark of the Sith. “In my mind, he’s covered from head-to-toe. Every inch of him.”

2. Concept Art + Visual Guide

Face

“If you were to strip the flesh off your face right now...the muscles would form a Darth Maulish pattern.”

Chest, Torso, Back, Hands

Legs, buttocks(😳), Feet

"McCaig added that lots of people called up with suggestions for the tattoo designs for Maul's body. “Especially women -- who were suggesting different patterns, especially red spots on his butt.” Another take on that idea was given on in a report of one of McCaig’s lectures, this one at the Museum of Fine Arts in Houston, TX - he stated that in addition that he had created a drawing of Darth Maul for his wife, showing the Sith Lord from the waist down and added that there was a big red dot on each butt cheek!"

I imagine that Maul's legs would follow a similar design as his arms. His knees would be completely tattooed with lines branching out from it, following the flow of muscles and tendons. I've noticed that his backside is less intricate than his front, so I want to believe hiss butt would be solid black.

For his feet, his tattoos would be similar to his hand. The top of his feet would have simple tattoos following the tendons, branching out for each toe, ending at the cuticle. His soles would be tattooed solid black, toe pads included.

2. In-universe

Canon

"Male Dathomirians, the Nightbrothers, such as the Sith Lord Darth Maul, had natural striping that they embellished with tattoos."

Legends

"The Nightbrothers were a tribal group of Dathomirian (Zabrak-Human hybrids) men subservient to the Nightsisters of Dathomir. Shortly after birth, a Nightbrother was subjected to an initiation ritual in which he was submerged in an oily bath, energized with spirit ichor conjured by the Nightsisters' use of magicks, and covered with tattoos on their chests and faces. Sometimes, the tattoos were applied to the Nightbrother's entire body - this was the case with the Sith Lord Darth Maul. The Nightbrothers' tattoos marked them as the Nightsisters' kin and warriors, and also showed which Nightbrother clan they belonged to.

Maul was a member of the Nightbrothers before being taken by Darth Sidious to be trained as his apprentice. Maul's tattoos, thought to be linked to the Sith, actually came from the warrior culture of the Nightbrothers. His entire body had been garishly and ceremonially tattooed in red and black pigments by his mother when he was less than a standard year of age (before he was taken by Sidious), symbols which showed his Nightbrother heritage. Later stripped of his black Nightbrother markings, Maul was left solely red-skinned. Agonizing Sith Tatoos were applied personally by Darth Sidious in an attempt to cleanse Maul's mind. Savage Opress also wore tattoos."

[two-gays-in-a-trenchcoat]

Hey, if you wouldn’t mind can you share what monsters everyone is in your monster au?

sure thing!

Please note I haven’t included all of the characters, but rather characters who have a probability in showing up in the New Avalon universe. It’s a lot of side characters so strap in

I’ll also include short descriptions for the monster itself as well as the characteristics each character inherited!

and if you look close enough you can see I’m losing brain cells as I write

Haikyuu!! Characters in a modern fantasy setting

AKA what monsters/hybrids they are in my New Avalon universe

Karasuno

Sugawara: kitsune (fox spirit)

- Can transform into a silver fox at will

- Sensitive hearing and smell

- just as tricky and chaotic as the legends have you to believe

Tanaka: dragon

- Scaly + armored patches of skin all along his body

- Reptilian eyes

- Talon-like nails

- Fun fact: he has perpetually bad breath that smells like sulfur, so he is constantly chewing gum or carrying breath spray on him

Nishinoya: satyr (goat-human hybrid)

- Hooves

- Little baby goat horns (pls don’t make fun of him he’s insecure)

- can and will eat anything.

Ennoshita: human

- I’m sorry he’s boring </3

Tsukishima: vampire

- Technically half vampire but shh

- Literally anemic

- Sunburns 24/7

- gets nervous around dogs and bodies of water

- Fun fact: vampires technically still need blood to survive but, to fit in with society and not be murderers, they have to consume alternatives such as animal blood. tsukki tends to prefer a different alternative: flavored coconut water (his favorite is strawberry)

Yamaguchi: cervitaur/fae (fae as in faerie people. cervitaurs are like centaurs, but instead of being half horse, they’re half deer)

- Has flower magic don’t @ him

- Deer antlers deer antlers deer antlers

- his antlers fall off in the winter

Kiyoko: Sirin (beautiful bird women that lure sailors to their death, different from a siren)

- Beautiful gorgeous amazing

- Slight avian features such as feathers behind her ears and bones on the more brittle side

- Makes men so entranced with her just by existing they throw themselves into the sea

- not much different from canon kiyoko actually

Yachi: Pixie (tiny fairy)

- TINY

- okay but frfr she’s so small

- And she has. these little mayfly wings

- Also v good with floral magic so she is besties with yamaguchi

- can fly but not very far

Aoba Johsai

Oikawa: Alicanto (beautiful magic golden bird)

- his hair literally has gold embedded into it

- So do his eyes

- Other than that, there isn’t actually much that makes him distinguishable from a human

Iwaizumi: Aswang, weredog variation (Dog-like human-eating monster)

- Yes I’m also headcanoning him as Filipino. Sue me

- Canine-like facial and body features

- Pointed ears, fangs, the like

- A very hairy boy

- Greatly resembles a chupacabra, and often gets mistaken as one

- no that is not a jab at how filipino people are constantly being mistaken for mexican what are you talking about

Nekoma

Kuroo: Sphinx (riddle-asking being with the body of a lion and head of a woman)

- Essentially indistinguishable from a human in all honesty with how much it’s been diluted

- Although he can always tell when someone is lying

Kenma: kenku (crow-like humanoid)

- hollow bones

- Patches of gray, scaly skin

- Can mimic sounds almost perfectly

- Feathers on his ears, neck, arms, etc

Yamamoto: werewolf

- Pretty straightforward, standard on the Wolf-shapeshifter type beat

- With the full moon he gets rlly irritable and is more prone to losing his temper or reacting on emotion

- think of his moon cycles as periods honestly

Yaku: feline shifter (werecat)

- Another fairly straightforward one

- unironically always lands on his feet

Inuoka: werehound

- Werewolf but make it dogboy

- Specifically border collie

- Literally the golden retriever boyfriend I’m not kidding guys

Fukunaga: kappa (Japanese river goblins)

- Turtle shell/carapace

- Scales

- Can hold his breath for ungodly amounts of time

- Rlly fast swimmer

Shibayama: human

- He is very special to me okay

Lev: Slavic werebear

- Werewolf but make it big-ass grizzly bear

- Rlly likes tuna sandwiches

Date Tech

Aone: yeti (Bigfoot but make it snowy)

- essentially canon aone just slightly harrier

Shiratorizawa

ushijima: Minotaur (body of a man, head of a bull)

- Big beef man

- Bull horns

- Do not fuck with him

Tendou: incubus (sex demon)

- Shadow traveling!!!

- Has super tiny (like I’m talking 1 1/2 inch) devil horns that he hides by spiking up his hair

Semi: Siren (mermaid with vocal training)

- Can control people using his voice if he so chooses

- Angelic singing voice

Taichi: tanuki (raccoon-dog nature spirit)

- Just like a kitsune, but make it tanuki

- Can fully shift at will, but will also shift upon intense emotions

Johzenji

Terushima: Jackalope (rabbit with antlers)

- Deer antlers, but his don’t fall off in the winter

- Super fucking fast

- Rabbit-like ears so he can hear people talking shit

- Attention whore

- Not necessarily bc of his heritage but in this au he is a theatre kid no I will not be taking constructive criticism

Nohebi

Daishou: basilisk (giant snake that hates roosters)

- very reptilian features but he has legs i promise

- Can paralyze you if you look into his eyes, but it’s temporary and goes away as soon as he looks away

Itachiyama

Komori: kitsune (see sugawara)

- Similar to suga, but his kitsune blood is a bit more diluted, so he’ll sprout fox ears and a tail at most

Inarizaki

Atsumu and Osamu: manticore (Lion with a scorpion tail and bat wings)

- giant scorpion tails

- Talons

- Bat wings

- Actually on more of the monstrous side of things

Aran: griffin (lion with eagle wings)

- Was born with wings but got them amputated at a young age bc they were causing problems and didn’t actually function

- Now he just has like. two feathery lumps on his shoulder blades

- Abnormally strong

- Slight Lion-like features on his face

Suna: cockatrice (serpent with the head of a rooster)

- Feathers in his hair that go down the back of his neck

- Also patches of scales on his body

- literal chicken feet. humanoid, but chicken feet nonetheless

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if I get enough asks I’ll make a part 2 with the other characters, and I can promise a theatre kid jackalope terushima fic in ur near future <3

[smallestapplin]

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[askkrenko]

Krenko’s Guide to Creature Types: Minotaur

Art by Wayne Reynolds

What is a Minotaur (flavorfully)?

Well, half of it’s steak-flavored...

The mythical minotaur was the child of a human queen and a very attractive bull. Monstrous, angry, and for some reason carnivorous, the minotaur was locked away for the entirety of its life and fed Athenian teenagers.

In Magic: the Gathering, minotaurs are still mostly human-cattle hybrids, generally characterized by being angry and aggressive. They tend to be less civilized than humans, but they’re still very much classified as people rather than beasts.  A significant portion of the Minotaur population is Warriors, though they include many Shamans and a handful of other classes. 

On some planes, Minotaurs resemble ruminants other than cattle. This is most notable on Amonkhet, where Minotaurs have Sheep heads, but Zedruu the Greathearted is also considered a Minotaur despite resembling an Antelope.

What is a Minotaur (mechanically)?

Minotaurs are generally medium-large Red and Black creatures who enable a midrange-aggro deck rather than the traditional all-in aggro of Goblins. While there are of course exceptions, most minotaurs want to act as aggressive Goblins, but taking advantage of their bulk to not die en masse. The tradeoff is that they can be a bit slower to get going, but a minotaur rush can break through lines that smaller aggro strategies simply can’t. 

With 95 representatives, there aren’t any specific Minotaur mechanics, but their general size usually sitting in the 3-4 range of power and their desire to attack tends to make most minotaurs feel at least somewhat similar.

Can I make a Minotaur deck?

While not strong enough for current competitive formats, Theros block gave enough Minotaur rewards for a solid Minotaur deck at the time, which is still perfectly good for casual play. Ragemonger is an exceedingly useful cost reducer, allowing an early Kragma Warcaller or just playing two three-drops on turn four. Fanatic of Mogis makes an excellent finisher, even with a few black-mana Minotaurs in the deck.

For Commander, Minotaurs actually have two legendary lords. Neheb, the Worthy, grants all minotaurs First Strike and a conditional +2/+0, and he shreds enemy hands. Sethron, Hurloon General, creates minotaur tokens and acts as a mana dump to seriously empower Minotaurs. Both can make solid decks, with Neheb being faster and more aggressive while Sethron is slower but allows an overwhelming rush if a game goes too long. Whichever you choose, either should appear in the 99 of the other.

Is Minotaur a good creature type?

My only complaint about Minotaur as a type isn’t actually about Minotaur itself, but about how the game as a whole is inconsistent between whether beast men are their own type or the animal’s type. As is, I really like how all bovid beast men are Minotaurs right now, and I’d be happy to see that continue… But I’m really annoyed that Khenra, Ainok, Gnoll, and Wolfir have four different creature types between them. 

Except that has nothing to do with Minotaurs. Here’s my real complaint: we need more female Minotaurs. I looked at all the Minotaur cards and there’s like… four women. And sure, I’m not a bovinologist or whatever but neither are most players, so let’s get some more female representation in the Minotaurs here.

...So yeah, Minotaurs are great.

[jacensolodjo]

"Today I initiated a phone conversation with the president of the Russian Federation. The result was silence. Although it's the Donbas where there should be silence.  We are divided by a shared border of more than 2,000km. Almost 200,000 of your troops and thousands of military vehicles are standing alongside it. Your leadership has ordered them to move forward, onto another country's territory. This step could be the start of a big war on the European continent. 

The whole world is talking about what could happen any day now. Any provocation. Any flare-up – one that could burn everything. They're telling you that this flame will liberate the people of Ukraine, but the Ukrainian people are free. They remember their past and are building their future. Ukraine on your TV news and the real Ukraine are two totally different countries. Ours is real. 

 They told you I'm ordering an attack on Donbas, to open fire and bomb indiscriminately [...] to shoot at whom? to bomb whom?  I'm speaking Russian, but nobody in Russia understand what these places, streets, and events are. This is our land and our history. What are you fighting for? And with who? Lots of you have relatives in Ukraine, you studied in Ukrainian universities, you have Ukrainian friends. You know our character, our principles, what matters to us. Listen to yourselves, to the voice of reason. 

The people of Ukraine want peace. The government of Ukraine wants peace. It's doing everything it can. We're not alone. That's true, lots of countries support Ukraine. Because this isn't about peace at any price. It's about peace, principles, justice, international law, the right to determine your own future.  This is about society's right to be safe and people's rights to live without threats. This is all important for us and for the world. I know for sure that this is important for you too. 

 We know for sure that we don't need war – neither cold, nor hot, nor hybrid. But if troops attack us and someone tries to take away our country, our freedom, our lives, the lives of our children, then we will defend ourselves. We will defend ourselves. When you attack, you will see our faces, not our backs. War is a great misfortune and it comes at a great price. People lose their money, reputation, freedom, living standards, and most importantly – they lose their loved ones nad themselves. 

 Nothing's ever enough in a war, but there's more than enough pain, dirt, and death. Tens of thousands of deaths. They're telling you that Ukraine could be a threat for Russia. That never happened in the past, it's not now and won't in the future. You demand security guarantees from Nato. We demand guarantees of our security. The security of Ukraine. From you, Russia, and the other guarantors of the Budapest memorandum. We aren't in any defensive alliances. Ukraine's security is tied to our neighbors' security. 

Today we need to talk about the security of the whole of Europe. But our main goal is peace in Ukraine and the security of our citizens, Ukrainians. We will tell everyone, including you, in different formats, in any venue. War will take guarantees away from everyone. 

Nobody will have security guarantees anymore. Who will suffer most of all? People. Who doesn't want that to happen more than anyone? People. Who can stop that? People. These people are among you. I'm sure. Activists, journalists, musicians, actors, athletes, scientists, doctors, bloggers, stand-up comedians, TikTokers, and many others. Ordinary people, simple people, men, women, the old, the young, fathers, and most of all - mothers. Just like the people in Ukraine. Just like the government in Ukraine. However they try to convince you otherwise. 

I know that Russian TV won't show my speech. But citizens of Russia need to see it. They need to see the truth. The truth is you need to stop before it's too late. And if the leadership of Russia doesn't want, for the sake of peace, to sit at the table with us, maybe it'll sit at the table with you. Do the Russians want war? I'd love to answer that question. But the answer only depends on you – citizens of Russia.”

[infernalrevenge]

Hey, Kiss Me? (Don't Mind If I Do)

Fandom: Resident Evil 8: Village

Pairing: Daniela Dimitrescu x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Rating: G

Summary: Daniela is used to being the flirty one, blowing kisses and making a pass at anyone who caught her attention. It just never occurred to her that the tables could turn on her.

Notes: [slams fists on the table] LET ME FLIRT WITH THE CUTE VAMPIRE GIRL. If RE8 had a dating sim spin-off in some alternate universe where Capcom REALLY wanted to capitalize on the game's success, one of my runs would definitely involve romancing the youngest Dimitrescu. For anyone else who feels me on this, this is for you too. I also tried writing this in 2nd person POV for a change. Hope it still turned out alright, it's my first time writing this way. Enjoy!

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You had been working for the Duke for quite a while now. He took you in in your time of need and had been made an apprentice of sorts in the art of trading and bargaining.

You've met your fair share of oddities while settled in the village and running errands, including but not limited to: A man who can control metal and electricity on a whim, a talking doll who lives under a waterfall, and the numerous wolf-man hybrids that lurked around the vicinity. They were what most may consider crass company -- at least, that was what the Lady of the castle would say.

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu was a frequent customer and a business partner of the Duke's, helping her in the sale of her vintage "wine" to intrigued buyers. This also meant that the two of you were frequent visitors to the castle on the other side of the village proper -- a vast estate that was entirely too large for just four women to occupy (even if one of those women happened to be nine feet tall).

Miss Bela was always the more polite and civil of Dimitrescu's daughters, offering a simple greeting whenever you would come by. When it was appropriate, she was always at her mother's side and paying attention to how meetings between the older adults would proceed, like a student eager to learn from the best. You figured that, as the oldest sibling, she might take over the business someday. You weren't sure exactly how that would happen, given what you knew of the family, but you really shouldn't prod anyway. At least, not now.

Miss Cassandra was more closed off, so to speak. It always seemed like she would barely acknowledge your presence in the castle, talking only when it was necessary and immediately leaving the room once she was allowed to. However, you would feel a prickling in the back of their neck when she wasn't around, like you were being watched from the background -- prey at the mercy of their predator. But every time you turned around, there would be no one there, not even a sound to indicate escape. A part of you thought you might have been pulled into some unwitting game, wondering what would happen if you did catch the perpetrator in the act. You weren't sure you really wanted to find out.

Then, there was Miss Daniela, whose attention seemed to lie in... other prospects. Like Bela, she offered warm greetings whenever you would stop by the property. Unlike her sisters though, who never really bothered with the Duke's apprentice, she always tried to entertain herself with your company. You had a friendly enough rapport with her that you could relax in her presence as well, so it was nice. You figured it was mostly because they rarely ever got outside company, and since the sisters stay in the castle a lot of the time, she always welcomed you with enthusiasm. And a smile. And a wink. And some passing remark about how nicely you dressed that day and that you must have been trying to impress her.

"I could just eat you right up," she would say with a giggle and a playful growl.

You've never been too sure what to make of her -- she always seemed to have her head in the clouds, only coming back down at the behest of her mother or when her sisters were persistent enough. You also never knew how to respond to her flirting apart from flustered silence, which only seemed to spur her on even more. It was like she was just trying to get a reaction from you, making a game of it. It was far different from the one her older sister seemed to be keen on playing, but a game nonetheless -- how far could she push your buttons and make you implode from embarrassment?

Honestly, it seemed to be working.

You had been well-socialized thanks to your training under the Duke, and of course the man himself was charming and likeable so a part of you liked to think it may have rubbed off as he raised you. But that was when it came to formalities and negotiations -- maybe banter, if you could really push it. You've thought about responding earnestly, but flirting was another ball game all on its own, one that you don't really play on purpose, and you frequently found yourself floundering at the face of it. Especially when that face was as pretty as Daniela's.

It wasn't like you thought she liked you that way or anything -- you genuinely thought she said all those things for fun, to amuse herself with how hot you got or how you would sheepishly shrink in on yourself. But you weren't going to deny that she was cute and that you may have just a small crush on her. Just maybe. Not that you would ever admit that out loud.

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One winter day, the Duke entrusted you with meeting with Lady Dimitrescu on your own. She was informed of his absence beforehand -- something about attending to Lord Heisenberg's business -- and so you were left to take care of updates. In the meantime, you kept yourself busy in the guest area, perusing the dusty books in shelves that definitely needed some cleaning. It seemed like the castle could never have enough help.

As soon as you were left alone, with only your notepad and thoughts to keep you company, you felt the hairs at the back of your neck stand. You slowly looked to the side, eyes trained on a dark corner of the room. The light from the fireplace didn't quite reach that spot, making it quite the hiding place. Was something (or someone) moving from there? Are your eyes playing paranoid tricks on you? Was it Miss Cassandra playing her one-sided game again? Perhaps... you shouldn't interfere then.

You turned your attention back to the book shelf, looking high above you, wanting to take a closer look at the selection. You dragged a stool and a few stacked cushions to the shelves and slipped your shoes off, praying to whoever was out there that Lady Dimitrescu wouldn't find you like this. Oh, the scolding I'd get from Duke about manners -- you'd never hear the end of it. Stepping carefully onto the plush surface -- a few feet from the ground -- and finding your balance, you start to pick something out that had an interesting title.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Y/N," a voice echoed in the room, catching you off guard.

You jumped in surprise and lost your footing, falling backward as the cushions slipped from under you. Oh yeah, this was gonna hurt! But before you could make contact with the hardwood floor, a hand reached out and grabbed you by the waist, catching you in a rather precarious position.

"You could've hurt that cute little ass of yours," the voice cooed. Daniela seemed to have materialized from out of nowhere, wearing a mischievous grin and holding onto you as she practically hovered over you. Oh god, she was so close, you don't know where your body heat ended and hers started.

"Miss Daniela," you greeted, finally finding your voice. "Um, thanks for the save."

She pulled you up to standing on the stool and raised an eyebrow at you, smirking amusedly, "And what exactly were you doing so high up in the shelves? Aren't you supposed to be waiting here like a good little one?"

"I was just... looking at the books," you replied softly, "And falling for you, I suppose," you added as a joke, chuckling as you shook off your nerves from earlier. You were a little surprised she didn't start off with that line honestly, given how easy--

Daniela's smirk dropped at your response, eyes widening as she stiffened. Uh oh... did you say something wrong?

She blinked at you, mouth hanging open slightly as if she was trying to find the words. It looked like she gave up though, just looking away and stepping off the stool. Were you imagining that her cheeks just turned pink?

"Mother's waiting for you at the meeting room," was all she said before quickly making her exit.

It took a while before the wheels in your head started turning again.

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The next time you came to the castle with the Duke, it was a warm day in spring. On these occasions, sometimes Lady Dimitrescu would be more open to a different venue of meeting than inside the castle -- "for a change of scenery," as she would say. The two of you met her and her daughters at the main garden at the back of the property, the sun shining generously on all forms of life.

When Daniela spotted you, she seemed almost caught unaware, but she quickly regained composure, throwing a smirk and wink your way -- her usual greeting. You couldn't help but duck down shyly, but nonetheless waved and smiled back.

The older adults took their business elsewhere, leaving you alone with the daughters at the lobby; well, more like a daughter, since Cassandra had already left before you can say another word and Bela had excused herself soon after. It was normal for you to be in the company of the redhead at this point. Not that she seemed to mind.

"Been a while since you've been back here. Betcha missed me, huh?" Daniela said, a charming smile curled on her lips. She stood next to you, seeming intent on leading you on a little walk around. Hey, you'd take any excuse to spend time with her.

You laughed softly, "Quite, Miss Daniela."

"You're still sticking to those formalities, Y/N? Come on, you can drop the 'Miss'." She sidled up closer to you, nudging your side. "You can even skip 'Daniela' altogether and just call me yours."

You unconsciously covered your mouth as you glanced her way -- she was being more straightforward than usual. You don't know if you were just trying to hide the blood rushing to your cheeks or trying to stop yourself from smiling too widely, but seeing the smug look on the other's face, you knew she succeeded yet again in flustering you.

"What's wrong? Did summer come early? You're looking kinda warm," she teased, bending down slightly to your face level. "Then again, you are hot enough for the both of us." Damn, she was too good at this. "You'd give the sun a run for its money, honey."

You took a few moments to collect yourself, standing up straighter and clearing your throat. Your eyes looked up to meet hers, showing a half-smile as you spoke with as smooth of a delivery as you can muster, "I'd always thought you would be the sun's rival, given how easily you brighten up my day."

Daniela nearly tripped when she took another step, only managing to catch herself on a nearby bench.

"Are you--"

"I'm fine! I'm fine, just, uh... stubbed my toe on something. Stupid rock."

There were no rocks on the path you two were walking -- unless one counted the flat rock ground. (It didn't.)

The rest of the day carried on as it normally would -- Daniela distracting you from the uneasy feeling of being watched from a proper walk with her usual demeanor, batting her eyelashes and telling you how she simply must teach you to dance some time. "Maybe then you'll learn to loosen up around me." But in return, you would sometimes reply with your own quips -- "Well I wouldn't be opposed to being closer to you, Miss Daniela." You weren't about to question where this newfound confidence came from; you may as well own it, right?

It was only after that visit, replaying the day in your head like you wanted to remember it for as long as you could, that a realization came to you -- the way her cheeks tinged pink and averted her gaze, how she was rendered speechless whenever you replied in the same way that was usually expected of her...

She's not used to being flirted back to.

Her self-esteem allowed her to accept most straightforward compliments with grace, so flattery did not faze her in the slightest -- but when it came to using disarming words? When charm and wit were used right back at her?

She floundered almost as much as you did.

Suddenly, you weren't just a prop in the game anymore -- you knew how to play it now. You knew uttering such sweet (and occasionally cheesy) phrases could make the youngest Dimitrescu blush harder than a maiden being courted. And by god, did she look adorable when she did.

You kind of understood why she did all that now -- watching someone get flustered and knowing you were the cause of it was fun. It was weirdly thrilling seeing her react like that, but then again you might be confusing that feeling with different kind of fluttering in your chest whenever you were alone with Daniela. Who knows?

One thought lingered at the back of your mind though: How long would it take before one of you broke and asked the other on a real date?

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(Cassandra materialized behind Daniela as you bade her farewell for the day. She had been observing the two of you interact for a while, monitoring the redhead's "progress". She knocked her sister out of her faraway thoughts with a smack to the head. "So are you gonna admit you like them yet?"

Daniela seemed almost offended at the insinuation, "I would nev-- I mean how dare-- I don't like-- they're just-- I--"

The brunette only raised an eyebrow.

"They're..." She thought back to you, that cute little smile you wore whenever she tried to flirt with you, and how you suddenly rose to the challenge of using her own tactics against her earlier. It was kind of hot. "Okay, I guess. They're okay. They're fine." Quite fine. "That's all I'm gonna say."

"Suuuure...")

[kemojicws]

CONTENT WARNINGS FOR KEMONO JIHEN/BEAST INCIDENTS

Kemono Jihen/ “Beast Incidents” is a new animanga series that recently began airing and depicts a world in which kemono (”monsters”) live among humans. The protagonist, Kabane, is a human/ghoul hybrid given a special stone at birth by his missing parents, and he teams up with a tanuki named Inugami and his detective agency in order to find them. It’s a great series; but it’s definitely not for the faint of heart, so I’ll be including series-wide and specific content warnings to the best of my ability

GENERAL RATING: 16+ due to gore, dark themes, and frequent references to sex and sexuality

SERIES WIDE WARNINGS:

Gore + Body Horror: Being a supernatural action series, there’s a lot of gore from both combat, to body horror due to unworldly transformations, and this includes blood and guts. In particular, the character Robara pushes the limits of even my body horror tolerance (and a few other things), so please be careful in later chapters. Kabane’s ability involves the regeneration of his body, so expect a lot of decapitation and amputation.

Cannibalism: It’s not technically cannibalism (in most cases) since they’re Kemono, but Inari, Kaede, and a few other characters eat humans. In Inari’s case especially, it’s shown graphically on screen, and is relevant to both plot and backstory aspects. There’s also an arc; dealing with Ogreham facility, that includes humans being raised as “livestock” for Kemono that need to subsist on human meat. Inari also eats other kitsune.

Character Death: I don’t want to spoiler who dies, but it happens semi-frequently.

SPECIFIC WARNINGS:

INSECTS:  Chapters 2, 8, and 9 feature insectoid monsters as antagonists.

CHILD ABUSE/NEGLECT: Kabane is introduced to us as “Dorotabo”, the name of a mud yokai. This mocking nickname is how his entire village refers to him, and they revile his very existence. It’s not graphically shown other than a small spat between Kabane and his cousin, but it’s stated on multiple occasions throughout the series that he was neglected and abused to the point of malnutrition and is barely able to read due to a lack of education.

Aya Tademaru states that her uncle hit her when she “didn’t work”.

FIRE: There’s…a lot of burning, especially as more kitsune are introduced. These scenes often include burnt/charred corpses.

EYE HORROR: Normally I’d just have this under the aforementioned gore warning, but there’s a LOT of eye busting in this series. Especially with the character Kaede. So be aware if you’re sensitive to seeing eyes get punched or stabbed.

SEXUAL ASSAULT:

The Tademaru family backstory includes depictions of sexual assault in vol 3 ch 11, and then i believe it shows up in smaller flashbacks in ch 12 + more depictions of it. It specifically has to do with medicalized sexual assault. The anime is much less graphic in it’s depiction, so that may be an alternative (the scenes in question take place in episode 7) or it may be skipped entirely.

CHILDHOOD SEXUAL ASSAULT/INCEST

volume 6 chapter 20, in the form of a long flashback. Yui was sexually assaulted by the women of his village (as yuki-onna only have males born every 100 years) starting from a young age, and his trauma from the event is delved into in great detail. All of the yuki-onna have the same patrilineal line, making this incestous abuse.

The anime is also much less graphic than the manga is, but due to how it’s skipped around, some of the subtext is lost. It is, however, an alternative to the manga.

While I believe that Kemono Jihen is very respectful with it’s treatment of abused characters, and it focuses more on the recovery and reunion of the victims as opposed to anything irt the abusers (who, in both circumstances, die), it is something to look out for and these scenes may be skipped if necessary. I’m more than willing to provide a summary of events for anyone who skips them.

THE ENTIRE OGREHAM ARC/ HIIROBA: The Ogreham arc starts in chapter 35 and goes to about 40/41. The kitsune involved, Hinata and Robara, are in an incredibly unhealthy relationship– Robara is a serial murderer who uses his “glue gun” ability to maim people, and Hinata is his girlfriend, who attempts to keep him placated and hopes to make a world where he won’t be ostracized. Their dynamic is shown in depth– how they met as children and began “dating” after Hinata found Robara after murdering his own mother (and as his only friend, felt as if she was the only person who could look after him), and how Robara “cheats” on her by getting off to his own victims (never directly shown), to which she responds with violence, telling him they’ll never be able to make a world that accepts him if he continues to commit such atrocities. At the end of the arc, Robara is castrated by an oni surgeon who doesn’t believe he’d stop his crimes if left alone. This arc is incredibly important to the plot, and I’m willing to offer summaries to anyone who wishes to skip it. Robara’s ability leads to a lot of very graphic body horror. Oh also the kemono calculus for this arc is a dong. 

CHARACTER SPECIFIC:

Robara is directly stated to have raped 12 people.

Inari is an incredibly manipulative person + a cannibal, and this is shown on screen

Aya is a character introduced to us as Shiki Tademaru’s younger sister. I wasn’t entirely sure how to handle putting this section in, so I’m going to try and whard what I have to say to the best of my ability. Aya’s design is…unsettling for a child her age– more specifically the outfit she wears, which has a tube top and shorts. Not only that, but there are multiple gags about her crushing on Kabane and acting as if they’re dating. Because the series takes such a staunch and outright stance against CSA, I do genuinely believe these jokes are “haha, kids these days are so mature”– because the author makes multiple references to it as part of the joke…but I still hate them and can’t blame anyone for wanting to skip past them. Kabane never once reciprocates her presumed crush, and it’s very clear that his interest is in Kon (or..as much romantic interest as a 14 y/o can have? It feels weird talking about “romance” here, but..y’know. The “love interest.”), but I’m going to list out chapters that use these gags here so people can avoid them. Usually they’re just filler chapters– if not, I’ll list the page number as well.

Ch. 15– Takeshita Street (This chapter is about Kabane, Kon, and Aya going on a mission together. Kon is jealous that Aya is affectionate towards Kabane, and so ends up attacking her in confusion about her feelings. Kabane states that he can’t let her attack Aya because Aya is Shiki’s little sister, and Kon finds her “sickness” disappears when Kabane tells her he still is her friend.)

Ch. 32 pg. 49: Shiki has kabane ask aya for money because he thinks Aya won’t give it to them if he asks. 

Ch. 60 pg 8: Tunamayo makes a crude joke where he derisively calls Aya a “loli”. He says immediately that it was just a bad joke and Shiki chokes him for it, but it is still there.

OTHER:

There’s a brief, one-panel gag where Zenkichi is dressed as an idol with Iyo and appears to be embarrassed. ch.26, page 30. This can be skipped– it’s a filler montage

UNTRANSLATED CHAPTERS:

Future chapters deal with drugs, cults, and more child abuse. Will update main list when those chapters are translated.

[comrade-meow]

Isabella Preston (1881-1965) Horticulturist. England & Canada. Overcame the bar on women workers to become a leading expert at Ottawa’s Central Experimental Farm. She originated over 200 hybrids, including hardy roses, lilacs, irises, crab apples & lilies suited to Canada’s cold climate.

(via  Woman's Place UK)

[docgold13]

365 DC Comics Paper Cut-Out SuperHeroes - One Hero, Every Day, All Year…

October 19th - Black Orchid

The mysterious heroine known as Black Orchid has had several origins, each contradicted by the next and intimating that there may not be just one Back Orchid but rather a procession of different women assuming the role, each with a different back story and civilian identity. Not even powerful mystics such as The Phantom Stranger and Madam Xandu have been able to decipher the full story of just who or what The Black Orchid is. The truth behind it all (at least the truth for now) is that The Black Orchid is actually a human/plant hybrid created by a experimental botanist named Philip Sylvain.  Sylvain created the being using the corpse of a young murder victim named Susan Linden.  Sylvain’s process caused mystical plant matter to reanimate the young woman, transforming her into a unman/plant hybrid; a being possessing a host of super powers, including flight, enhanced strength, agility and durability. Whenever the hybrid is severely injured or killed, its consciousness would simply re-manifest in a new body composed of floral matter (effectively making her immortal). Just as mysterious as her past has been The Black Orchid’s intentions. She has acted as a hero, righting wrongs and punishing evil doers yet usually does so with an agenda and purpose all her own. Her overarching goal appears to be the continued protection of ‘The Green’ (the ethereal energy field that connects all plant-life on the planet). All of this aside, the heroine has acted as an important member of both The Suicide Squad as well as The Justice League Dark. The Black Orchid first appeared in the pages of Adventure Comics #428 (1973).

[therealvinelle]

How would you rank the cullens in terms of strength

That depends a lot on what informs strength. It seems to be a matter of physical size (more thoughts here).

TL;DR, it's naturally assumed by other vampires that Emmett would be the strongest of the Cullens, Emmett himself is put out when he isn't the most intimidating Cullen. Alice in turn is weaker than the other Cullens. So, it seems that how big a vampire is determines their strength.

Also, just to clarify, I'm ranking strength here, not who'd win in a fight.

Ooh and when searching for physical descriptions I found that some of these people have their height in cms included, though not all.

Without further ado:

Emmett At 6'5" and a bulking frame, Emmett is The Rock among vampires. It's repeatedly made clear in canon that he's the strongest Cullen vampire.

Carlisle Carlisle is 6'2" or 188 cm and described to have a well-toned medium frame. He was twenty-three when he died, and in better shape than the other humans in the mob.

Jasper Jasper is 6'3" and sometimes described as lean, sometimes as medium build. The Guide uses the word medium. He was nineteen when he died, and a soldier so presumably very fit. He ranks below Carlisle because when Bree first sees him, her immediate impression is that this guy is leaner than Carlisle.

Edward Edward's height is actually ambiguous. The Guide says he's 6'2", yet the wiki lists both 6'2" and 185 cm. 185 cm is a perfectly good height, but it would make him 6'0". Either way, as a seventeen-year-old who died of illness I'm guessing he's the physically weakest of the guys.

Rosalie At 5'9" or 175 cm (which would make her 5'8", but it's 5'8.89" so let's give her a break) and a statesque physique, Rosalie definitely has more body mass than Alice or Bella, though I'm not sure about Esme. Rosalie ranks below Edward because men are physically stronger than women, it's infuriating but a sexual dimorphism we can't escape. It appears to be largely caused by difference in body mass, so would apply to vampires as well for all that most other sexually dimorphic traits are lost in the transformation. Sorry, Rose.

Esme At 5'6" or 168 cm and a body described as small and slender, but curvy, I've put her below Rose.

Bella She wasn't tall to begin with, 5'4" to be exact, and the Guide says she's slender but not muscular. More, her pregnancy with Renesmée emaciated her. She does say her limbs look strong, but I always read that as "healthy". Point is, I feel very comfortable ranking her below Rosalie and Esme.

Alice At 4'10" or 147 cm (which would actually make her 4'9") and "thin in the extreme", Alice is the weakest Cullen vampire.

Renesmée You didn't specify Cullen vampire, so we're including Renesmée. Sadly for Renesmée she's a hybrid, and will never be as strong as a vampire.

I'm willing to shuffle Carlisle and Jasper, and Rosalie and Esme, but for the rest I feel quite certain.

[saturnsstufff]

Excuse me but i wondering if you could do techno x gn!reader who just likes wearing revealing clothing? i don't really mean it in a sexual way but i feel like we don't get noticed enough 👉🏼👈🏼 -Storm Cloud

Technoblade- Skin

Technoblade never minded you wearing revealing clothing. I mean, he did if it was the middle of the tundra, after all hypothermia wasnt a fun thing to have. However if it was warmer and you chose to show some skin he thought that was more than fine.

Being a Piglin Hybrid, he was more than used to men and women walking around in little to nothing. Due to the nether heat, it was just something everyone accepted.

He also adored the smile you had when you sported your clothing. All he wanted was your happiness, if you were happy with that style of clothing why would he ruin that for you?

Somtimes he would help you pick your outfit out. Only if you asked him to of course, he wouldn't force you into anything, Clothing included.

[zodiyack]

In Regards Of My Ex

Pairing: Niklaus Mikaelson x Female!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst

Words: 2,125

Summary: Niklaus believes deceitful gossip from Aurora De Martel about his wife and takes his anger out on her. As a result, Y/n leaves and finds comfort with Cami and Davina, who call in backup to confront the big bad hybrid about his big bad dumbassery.

Note: I’ve been in a fluffy mood as of recently HOWEVER this idea was sparked when I was feeling angsty™ so...sorry but also not sorry?

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Masterlist | The Originals Masterlist

Part One. Part Two. Part Three.

“That wife of yours has been sneaking around with my brother. Breaking more hearts than just yours from what I can see.”

“I suppose some people just can’t see the worthiness of the king in front of them. If I were your wife, I wouldn’t be like Y/n. I’d be committed you and never give you fib tales like her.”

“You are aware that Y/n has been plotting something nefarious against you, aren’t you?”

“I know you wanted to marry someone just as sinister as you, but perhaps you should’ve checked where her loyalty lied before tying that knot.”

Aurora fed him stories such as these, and many more, each conclusion of the lies spewing from her mouth something appalling about Y/n. At first, Klaus didn’t listen, but as her stories grew worse and worse, the faux feeling of treachery intensified. He knew it was unwise to believe anything that came from the spiteful, jealous woman...yet, his distress caused pain to strike his heart and he yearned to know the truth.

Although, in this case, the “truth” wasn’t actually very truthful.

She often told him things like that Lucien was going after his girl for the second time, first with her when she had her chance and now, his beloved wife. Klaus merely brushed it off with an honest “he tries and I’ll stake him first chance I get”. However, Aurora wasn’t finished yet. She continued to lie and deceive Niklaus about the woman who she accused of replacing her in his life. The envy and loathing Aurora felt for Y/n was her motivator, but the woman was too far up a wall to need one in the first place.

“Are you telling me the truth?” He growled, keeping his eyes trained at the wall in front of them.

“Why do you ask?”

“I need to know I can trust your bold claims. So answer me, Aurora, are you telling me the truth?”

That smug little grin, masking her deluding ways. “Of course, Nik. I would never lie to you.” Her welcome into his trust was unsurprisingly taken advantage of  when she traced her finger down his arm and then brought her hand up his abdomen slowly. Klaus shoved her invasive hand off of his chest though, giving her a warning glare.

“Thank you for informing me.” That was all he said to her before he made his way out of the room in the most hurry she’d ever seen him in.

Aurora smiled conceitedly. Her plans were on the right track. Whilst Nik didn’t have the same feelings for her now as he did way back during the beginning of their story, but Aurora was determined to stir those feelings from the dead as vampirism did him and her.

She drawled under her breath, “I will have you again, Nik.” her mischievous smile grew wider, “I will have you again, and nothing can stop me this time.”

“Blasphemy!” Niklaus shouted, veins popping out from the rage coursing in his system. He neared Y/n again, the slight fear in her eyes drawing a pause for a second, guilt stilling him, but his anger took the reigns once more.

“It’s not blasphemy! I would never lie to you!”

“The falsity of your deception proves otherwise, love.” He smirked, raising his brows as to question if she would battle his words yet again. Proof was what he needed, but his vexation had drowned out all logic, including his ability to see the proof he wanted so desperately.

“What deception? What falsehood do you believe to have come from my mouth? When I married you, I vowed to be truthful and loyal. You of all people on this fucking earth should know I always keep a vow.” She narrowed her eyes at him. The betrayal he thought he felt was temporary and fabricated, but hers was 100% genuine and seething within her.

“You say that but if you were indeed an untrue person, your answer would be no different.”

“Why do you insist on proving me a traitor!? What has pushed you so far past your breaking point that you actually accuse me, your wife, as a viper?”

“Don’t you pretend like you don’t know the malicious schemes you’ve plotted against me or the affairs you’ve had with men who obviously aren’t your husband!” He couldn’t stop himself now; “I’ve loved you for centuries and you decide to be disloyal and ill-natured?!”

“Says who?!”

“Says Aurora!” After the words flew from his mouth, a tiny part of him realized just how fucked up it sounded. Just how fucked up it was that he believed her over his wife, but the hybrid was stubborn. He was too stubborn to change his belief or admit his fallacious accusations were unjust without proper evidence.

Y/n knew Aurora and Klaus’ story. Her knowledge of the ancient and long forgotten tale made her reaction thousands of times worse. “Aurora? ...Huh. You choose to believe her- that manipulative, lying bitch, over me? I thought you knew me better than that.” She wiped away a rebellious tear, “I thought I knew you better than that.”

Disappointment hung heavy on her features, drawing a feeling of shame from Klaus. Y/n glared at him one last time, her knitted brows and vaguely teary eyes evidence of the heavy-heartedness that overwhelmed her. She bit the inside of her mouth and shook her head disapprovingly before turning and walking out the front gate-doors of the Mikaelson mansion. Klaus was alone.

The sounds of Davina’s giggles echoed, Cami sitting in front of her and chuckling heartfully as well. Their laughter died off when they noticed Y/n sulking through the front doors of Rousseau's. The place was empty aside from the two women having drinks and a friendly chat. Then Y/n entered and found a seat. The atmosphere, once cheery, suddenly felt melancholy.

“Hey, Y/n, you alright?” Camille’s smile was wiped from her lips. She felt empathy for Klaus’ wife and, as a friendly person in general, she felt overcome with the need to help solve the complication that made her feel so down in the dumps.

“I’m-” She was ready to say fine, Davina and Cami knew it, but she broke down in tears before she could even shape an “o” with her lips. Both women jumped up immediately and sat in the seats beside Y/n. Though Davina couldn’t stand Klaus, she actually liked Y/n and seeing her hurt sent searing pain into her own heart.

“It’s okay, hun,” Cami wrapped an arm over Y/n’s shoulder, her other hand rubbing her other shoulder and arm comfortingly, “take as long as you need, there’s no pressure, no rush, none of that. We’ve got you.”

And so they did. The two women took turns holding Y/n as she cried, and before long, she was ready to talk. She explained Klaus’ anger and the source of their fight, the source of the fake news he’d lashed out because of. Davina and Cami shared a glance when Aurora was mentioned, both women already hating her but equally despising her even more now. Y/n sobbed, crying into Cami’s shoulder about wanting Klaus to just believe her. She said she loved him and because of that, she felt pained by his lack of belief in her.

“He’s not worth it if he can’t see how wrong that decision was-”

“I know, but he’s my husband. I vowed to love him always and forever, to never leave his side, and I intend to keep that vow...so long as he doesn’t do anything to fuck it up any more than he already has.”

The sun began to sink into the dark, not fully quite yet, but still creating it’s beautiful array of colors as a final act before disappearing for the night. About halfway through Y/n’s rant, Cami called Hayley and gave her a summary of what she knew so far. A promise of arriving as soon as she could was returned on Hayley’s end before the line went dead and Cami returned to the table.

Still not entirely after sunset yet, Hayley swung open the door to Rousseau's, catching Davina and Y/n off guard. Despite being the one who called her, Cami stayed seated. Y/n and the witch beside her exchanged confused expressions.

“Are you just gonna sit there or are you gonna tell me what the hell I need to do to Klaus?”

Y/n chuckled softly, wiping away more of the salty tears, before standing and walking over to Hayley, greeting her with a hug. “You don’t have to get involved if you don’t want to-”

“No, trust me, I have to and I want to.” She pulled away and dropped her warm smile, giving Y/n the most serious look she could muster. And as she was Hayley Marshall, it was effortlessly pretty fucking serious. “Now, I want you tell me everything,” the mom voice came out to play, “don’t leave a single detail out. Then, we can discuss what we’re going to do about it.”

“Where is he?”

Rebekah had been informed by the pissed off werewolf and bartender everything that had happened, resulting in her becoming equally upset. She welcomed Hayley inside the gates and nodded her head up the stairs. “I haven’t said anything to him, so you’ll be lucky enough to catch him by surprise.”

The werewolf nodded in understanding before pacing toward the stairs irritability. “Thanks.”

“Make it hurt!” Rebekah’s voice faded away as she walked out the gates, leaving Hayley alone to find Niklaus.

Atop the stairs, she found no sign of anyone whatsoever, but that was only on the outside. If Klaus happened to be inside on of the many rooms, she wouldn’t waste her time searching. Instead, she waited, leaning against the railing and doing a breathing exercise Y/n taught her during one lonely full-moon. 

After minutes of waiting, Klaus finally walked out of a door and started for the stairs. It wasn’t longer than a minute before he stopped in his tracks and realized he’d missed something. He shot a double take in Hayley’s direction, a puzzled expression quickly finding way to his face. It seemed as though he was contemplating whether or not her unexpected appearance was a good thing or a bad thing.

When he seemingly couldn’t make up his mind, staring a few minutes longer, a heavy sigh left her mouth. She was ticked off with him before, but after hearing everything Y/n had to say, she was furious. No, more than furious. The blood boiling rage was incessantly pounding in her head, all she wanted was cause destruction and pain. A rare thing for her.

But now was not the time to lash out, not yet. She inhaled and exhaled, Hayley shifted on her feet and looked around before turning her head to Klaus and beckoned him over to her with a come-hither motion of her index finger.

“What is it?”

She looked at him, flabbergasted that he’d even ask a question as stupid as that, “What is it? What is it, Klaus?” Hayley slapped him, the man doubling back and blinking in astonishment. And not the good kind.

“How dare you lay your hands on me, you-”

“So you’re gonna yell at me now?” She crossed her arms, and unimpressed look resting upon her face. “You know, personally, I think Y/n is better off without you but she’s broken and has been bawling her eyes out nonstop for hours on end, drinking away all the pain that you’ve formed into a stake and shoved into her chest.”

He stopped, fury fleeing his face as he experienced what felt like her words body-slamming into him.

“And guess who’s been there to pick out the splinters?” She poked her finger against her chest over and over again. “Me!” Her eyes never left his, telling him just how sincere about this she really was. “Me! Cami- even Davina!” Hayley threw her hands in the air, emphasizing the shock that came with the information. “Rebekah’s on her way over now, and I’m sure Elijah will see to it that he comforts his sister-in-law as much as he can, but you?”

“I-”

She cut him off, temper still unquenched, thirsty for vengeance. “Let me finish.” She growled. Hayley looked around the room in attempt to calm herself, but it was to no avail.

“You got her into this mess. I just hope you get both of you guys out of it.” She flicked her eyes back to his, giving him her infamous dead eyed glare. “I really hope you do. And you better do it soon. Because I won’t be there to pick the splinters out for you when she realizes she doesn’t need your sorry ass.”

[nolabballgirl]

Im a white girl and im just learning here so forgive me if im slow on this. But i don't understand why druck is put on a pedestal with regards to how they've tackled race/developed their characters of color. Druck also tends to dismiss race entirely (Sam, David, Fatou and Abdi) or make the trauma of characher their whole character (Ava and David) or underdevelop characters when they've had space to do more (Amira, Sam & fam). So why is druck deemed better than other remakes in this area?

hi, Anon! thanks for your ask. okay, so for me to answer your questions, you have to accept two premises:

neither skam nor any of its remakes (including druck) are perfect.

when a remake acknowledges audience pain and admits that it has made mistakes, hires writers of color, and then greatly improves upon its mistakes, that has to be commended.

so, let's break down race and representation for the remakes. and as you will see below, the remakes are so egregiously bad when it comes to race and representation, that when you compare druck after jünglinge took over, it's on a separate level altogether and that's why i believe druck is deemed to be better when it comes to race and representation. (also, i'm skipping skam nl and skam austin from this analysis because who knows how those two would have ended up...and begoña owes me a heart to heart after she ruined by beloved skam españa, but let's be real, eskam had a long way to go too.)

druck -

well, from the list in your ask and from the hard work that skamofcolor put in, druck is a remake with one of the most racially diverse main cast members in both the old and new gens as well as the most characters of colors in side characters as well, so that's an improvement compared to the other remakes. but you're right, there were a lot of missed storylines they could have tackled with the old gen.

druck's sana season (amira mahmood) does not put their sana through weeks of torture or ruin the girl squad in the process. (and as a muslim, i will say their handling of islam was the best among the remakes but i digress...) however, amira did not get her full 10 weeks of screen time and the show missed a huge opportunity diving into shared microaggressions and racism that sam, abdi, etc. also faced. and druck was ripped for it! for cutting amira's time and playing it way too safe and not giving sam her fair due, among others.

now, here's where druck does something that no other remake has done and honestly, this is where i think most of the praise stems from. they listened to the criticism! wait, showrunners and writers can do that?! do you mean we are not just yelling into the avoid? not only have the writers said the ways in which they could have improved (even after s6 they discussed audience perceptions and overestimating how ava/mailin would be received, etc.) but they also hired JÜNGLINGE to bring the new gen to life. if you are unfamiliar, this is how they describe themselves:

JÜNGLINGE is a film collective of mid-twenties raised in the hybrid cultures of post-migrant Germany. We believe that young, European film needs to tell queer, diverse and most of all – specific – stories about growing up and living together in our societies.

so looking at that progress over time from druck s1 to druck s6, i can't help but give them them props for such a marked improvement. in fact, i don't think ANY single skam season covers race and ethnicity as well as s5 and s6 did. sure, they were not perfect (see point 1 above), but my god, the strides that these two seasons made. so much so that in s6, we had a non-white interracial couple as main, who were both unapologetic about their ethnicities and upbringing and culture (Gambia and Vietnam). and having fatou/ava's friendship be so prominent, listening to them talk about black hair, and referencing nazis in germany - yes to all of this!

and let's talk about ava! what an amazing character who was allowed to be angry, giggly, happy, sad, and express herself, without falling into tropes like imane from skam france, and so many people can relate to her struggles with white liberal mailin. there was a sensitivity there that's so rare in these remakes. and what druck couldn't do with amira/kiki, they were given room to explore here, and i really do feel that it was an important story to tell, especially in the age of whitesplaining, white feminist tears, and white liberals talking over women of color.

skam france -

eight seasons in and skam france is STILL mistreating its characters of colors and not given them their full due. now with bilal literally taking a back seat to jo (look at the YouTube header for crying out loud!) but ever since yann in s1, skam france has done such a horrible job with its depiction of POC, especially black characters. daphne is one of the most racist vildes and the treatment of imane (even beyond her season) has been vile and unfair.

and you would think that post s6 and after a new showrunner and writing team was hired on, that there would be improvements (similar to what druck did above), but no! look at how both aurélien and judith were treated in s7, and after a strong opening for s8, it looks like bilal is now taking a backseat to jo, and once again, skam france and its new team are prioritizing a white character over a character of color.

and has there been any acknowledgment by the skam france team of the criticism over the years? rather, david has often doubled down in the face of fan critiques - just an unwillingness to listen, and so we are left with this as a result.

skam italia -

say what you want about skam italia but when it comes to race?well, they certainly take the cake for the whitest remake, so much so that swaths of fans will refuse to watch this remake for the "wana" debacle, and rightfully so. (whitewashing of the sana casting) and remember how people tried to defend this casting decision? but don't forget that italy has a higher percentage of muslims living in the country than norway does! give me a break.

and how can i forget how hajar brown was dragged after she, as a woman of color, deemed to shade and criticize casting decisions for this remake?

wtfock -

do i even need to get into wtfock and its representation on race?! i mean s4 and s5 are arguably the two worst seasons of any skam remakes period. and the complete lack of acknowledgment from the showrunners after the torrent of criticism they received. the egregiously racist writing. i am a defense attorney by profession, and even i am struggling. there's seriously no defense for them here...

so given all this above, i hope this explains why i value the steps druck has taken, especially in s5 and s6, to tackle and improve their depiction of race and representation.

[ggukkiereads]

archiveofourown(.)org/works/17337644 check out this hybrid fic. So mysterious and so good

🌷 Hello, anon! This is in my reading list too ❤️. Been following the author ever since MCAF. The hybrid fic is a great recommendation, anon! 👏 Those who like hybrid fics will surely love it. I am drawn to her fic Dead Leaves the most (I live for the thriller + drama combo 💔😲). 

The author’s quite popular but there might be those who haven’t tried her work yet so will link her fics here. Thank you again, anon! 🥰

Wrienne selected works on AO3

A Hundred Percent Human - OT7 x Reader | series | 88k+ | Hybrid AU, fluff, angst, smut | [12/?] 

In which you (reader) are forced to take care of seven hybrids in a twist of fate.  Drunk and down on life, you finally decide to deal with the house and the unsavory business your mother left behind. However, to your shock, you find that seven very different hybrids are included with both the house - and the business. Seven hybrids you never even met before - even less agreed to take care of. 

Set in the not too distant future where infertility has become mankind's greatest issue.

Dead Leaves - Yoongi x Reader, Jimin x Reader | series | 69.8k+ | Thriller, Mystery, Drama, Detective AU, infidelity, exes, angst, smut | [16/?]

In which you (reader) are a homicide detective about to face the biggest hurdle both of your career and life.

Married to probably the kindest but most boring man you’ve ever met and living in a town where nothing ever seems to happen means life for you is dull. Dull enough to drive you crazy with boredom and dissatisfaction. However, life changes abruptly when your old boss retires and a new man takes his place - a man you used to love (and sleep very regularly with) more than a decade ago. Especially when your husband comes home smelling of perfume, you’re unable to resist your more carnal urges and dead women start showing up across the city with unnerving frequency.

My Cheating, Amnesic Fiancé + MCAF 2 (Sequel) - Jungkook x Reader | series | 167.2k + 122k (sequel) | Arranged Marriage, Amnesia, angst | Part 1 [41/41] + Part 2 [26/26]

In which you (reader) and Jeon Jungkook are engaged due to an arrangement made by both of your parents.

Though neither of you especially like each other, you never thought you would find yourself in a relationship with a cheater. To top that off, destiny decides to make an entrance (in the form of a hard hit to a pretty skull) and Jungkook suffers amnesia, which only you seem to be able to handle.

What will happen? Will you stay with him and help him through his predicament even though he loves someone else? Or should you simply let him go?

A question on MCAF if it’s angst with happy ending answered here

posted: 2021 Apr 09