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ratsoh-writes · 6 months

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Oh oh

For.. let's see, outerfell, birdfell, lustswapfell (both), and drakefell

What are their fighting styles like? In terms of AUs and individuals?

-katana

Sir: he prefers sneak attacks, and his special ability, a paralyzing position from his hands, makes that very easy. Sir will distract his enemy with banter then go in for a poisoned sucker punch. If he’s cornered though, he always fights dirty. Biting, scratching, going for the eyes and groin if he has to. Sir doesn’t believe in fighting with honor

Weasel: he’s speedy and flexible, so he lights fighting in areas with lots of clutter in the terrain to use to his advantage. Weasel rarely pulls out his weapon or bone attacks. Instead he prefers using objects around him. But because he’s more skilled that way, but because he always forgets he could use his magic lol.

Roost: he’s a tank fighter. He has a high defense for a skeleton monster, and his special ability, being able to harden his bones and feathers further, adds to his defense. Roost likes to keep things close and personal in fights, giving as much damage as he can while his defense lasts, then he breaks away for ranged attacks. His stamina isn’t the best so he tries to end fights quickly

Harpy: her fighting style is beautiful, in a scary militant kind of way. She’s had formal training and it shows in her stance. She prefers ranged attacks like her bone attacks or the javelin she summons. And Harpy is a very heavy hitter. Her attacks are easy to see coming, but the speed at which she hurls them still make it hard to dodge.

Barin: barin is an interesting case, because even though he’s built like a tank fighter, he does everything he can to avoid actual damage if possible. You see, his special ability makes it so that when he’s cut, the “blood” or ecto that leaks out becomes extremely flammable and explosive. Not fun for anyone. So despite clearly being better suited for close range fighting, he always starts with king ranged attacks and focuses mostly on defense

Arwin: he’s a show off when he fights. He normally doesn’t take it seriously and loves to banter, or do silly tricks like doing a flip over his opponent lol. He gets away with this by being an absolute devil when it comes to speed. And his hand to eye coordination is quite good too. Hence why he fights with twin blades

Orion: he’s show off #2. He likes big flashy attacks like his gaster blasters. And they can do a lot of damage, but usually are set to stun. In fact all of his attacks are loud or bright in some way. Even his bone attacks seem practically explosive. Orion fights to stun and confuse, not to injure normally. For a fell he’s pretty soft

Atlas: like arwin, he’s a master at using two swords, but is more precise and serious with them. Atlas doesn’t talk much when fighting, all you get is his cold concentration face. And he’s very impatient, always aiming for a lethal or at least debilitating blow. Like the abdomen or the tendons in the ankles.

#undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #outerfell #birdfell #drakefell #Lustswapfell

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yeetlegay · 1 year

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Damn it, Izzy, I hate you for reminding me of the Professional Cuddler AU. Now I can’t get it out of my head again. Before this, I didn’t even know professional cuddlers are a thing, then found the concept beyond creepy and weird, and now I’m obsessed with it in the context of VegasPete. You are an angel and a devil at the same time. I have equal needs to thank you and curse you. I love you.

I may or may not have dabbled in the professional cuddler scene VERY BRIEFLY in college (as in, like 2 weeks lol) so the concept has always stuck with me as a fun AU idea. And touch-starved Vegas SCREAMS “guy who booked nonrefundable cuddles by accident” to me, not to mention Pete as “guy whose job is Being What Other People Need.” Like they were built for this shit idk 🤷🏻‍♀️

This is officially in my WIP folder (*cries over how many fics are roosting in there now*) so rest assured it is On My Mind and I come back to it often to write more when I can 💖

#yeetle asks #why don’t queue stay #kinnporsche #vegaspete

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apphiarothowrites · 8 months

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his dark materials fusion thoughts

so, I'm gunna give everybody a quick rundown of how daemons work, without getting into Dust and all that shit: physical manifestation of your soul but carried+protected outside the body by a shapeshifting creature that has a personality that reflects or mirrors or compliments yours, the shapeshifting usually "settles" around/during puberty into one shape, the creature usually presents as the binary opposite to your gender (which has interesting implications for trans and NB people) and only very very very rarely can be the same gender as the human, any pain inflicted on you or on your daemon is felt by both of you (and physical touch to your daemon is both painful unless under apparently very specific circumstances and considered majorly taboo unless between parent and very young child or between the most emotionally intimate/emotionally close people) (it also just feels generally wrong/disgusting for people to touch other people's daemons unless under those circumstances) (daemons touching other daemons seems to be fine, on par with a human touching another human, but still rare and usually done in greeting or more often between close friends). Humans require close physical proximity to their daemons at all times (usually between physically touching and maybe 3 meters or 10 feet). Being too far away from your daemon causes extreme distress and pain for both parties until reunited. Daemons and humans can be "separated"-a state in which a human and daemon can have any amount of physical distance between them whenever they like for however long they like. The circumstances of separation seem to be: a ritual in which a daemon cannot cross a barrier but the human can which leads to the bond 'stretching', or extreme trauma of some kind (mental, emotional, physical, a combination, etc). Separation is also seen as unnatural/strange/taboo and a sign of magic or some sinister characteristic of the human involved.

I like to think that One Piece's devil fruit interact very weirdly with people's Daemons and the consumption of a devil fruit causes separation. For the purposes of my personal AU-every devil fruit user is separated from their daemon. This, I think, should be because the daemon DOES NOT share the ability of whatever devil fruit their human consumed-to protect their human's soul, the daemon stretches the bond so that the fruit does not touch the soul and potentially corrupt it in some way. This is part of the price of eating the devil fruit-you can't swim, you can't touch seastone, and your daemon now removes themself from you (in however minor a way, separation doesn't seem to really mean a whole lot in terms of how the relationship between human and daemon continues to work).

and now onto my personal Whitebeard Pirates daemon headcanons

Marco has a secretary bird named Halatraea (Hala for short), classy lady with a very stern, no nonsense, very precise and obsessive-for-details personality. Her voice is Marco's inner critic and logic, hers is the part of him that makes him plan out every possible bad what-if scenario so he can be prepared to do anything and everything at the drop of a hat. They've both stomped people and deamons to death. She likes to stay out on deck regardless of the time of day (hard to stretch her wings indoors, 2m wide) and roosts near the helm. People get paranoid that she's always watching the crew work (she is) and that she's tattling about every minor infraction to Marco (she is). Hala has been known to tolerate touch from Pops and, once their relationship develops, Ace (and possibly Sabo too if the MAS route).

Whitebeard has a massive grizzly bear, Tulip, with a grayed muzzle from age. She shares most of her personality traits with Edward, a jovial and thoughtful old woman who loves to hug and cuddle with other daemons. She tends to act like an unseparated daemon, sticking close to Edward as much as possible. When she isn't sitting pensively with Pops or pacing around the space where he is at the time, she's usually napping closeby. She's very tolerant of touch and welcomes the Commanders as well as former commanders/close friends of Whitebeard to pat her head (Big Mom in the distant past, Roger a few times, Whitey, Shanks got to pat her head exactly once as a kid)

Ace has Kotetsu, who is unsettled thanks to all the shit that happened to him as a kid (sabo, luffy, blue jam, all the shit with roger), but generally prefers the shape of a lynx. Kotetsu is less talkative than Ace and very watchful but is just as brash and reckless, showcased very prominently when they go into fights. He hates being touched, even by other daemons, and badly tolerates it from Tulip and very rarely Hala (and Luffy+Sabo's daemons, but their touch is the exception and not the rule). Unlike every other devil fruit user listed, Ace and Kotetsu were separated before Ace ate the mera mera no mi (due to the previously mentioned shit that also resulted in Kotetsu being unsettled even into adulthood).

Thatch has a Capuchin monkey delicately named Hina. She's very excitable and joyful, always chattering, and is Thatch's assistant in the kitchen. She doesn't actually care much about cooking, but she's very eager to help with anything Thatch is doing and has packed away the same knowledge as her human even if she doesn't employ it like he does. She prefers not to be touched, but will tolerate it from Pops and Izou.

Izou's daemon is a bamboo viper named Fuwa (fluff/fluffy). They both knew from a young age that the name would be ironic. Fuwa is fairly sedate and relaxed in personality and generally lives wrapped around Izou's neck, arms, or dozing curled up in the belt pouch of Izou's kimonos. They're not very chatty, but they do actively listen to their surroundings and will comment here and there. Fuwa does not like to be touched and tolerates, badly, it from Thatch and Pops.

Whitey Bay's daemon is a fox named Snixam. He is a reclusive, introverted, anxious little bastard who really prefers not to be seen. He and Whitey are separated despite Whitey not having a devil fruit specifically because Snixam is so shy and anxious. He rarely leaves Whitey's quarters (the only time he actively chooses to leave is during combat, all other circumstances are forced/coerced). He hates being touched, by anyone, and will badly tolerate affection from Tulip only.

Mala (OC, first officer of the first division, marco's right hand within the first division) has Zafus, a stoat. Excitable, distractable, and loves to leave little feety prints on the paperwork. Zafus also enjoys bugging/annoying larger daemons of those around them and playing with Mala's glasses chain.

Darla (OC, first officer of the 3rd division, Jozu's right hand) has Bishop, a large orangutan. Much like his human, he's a calm and steady presence who is not afraid to beat the fuck out of people. While he and Darla are not separated, they do have a bit of a looser leash than most people do and prefers to hang around and swing in the rigging above Darla. Any time they're on shore leave or Darla is running from place to place, he will ride around on her back like a giant backpack. During a fight he's right beside her and he's fucking up anyone who gets close by. Very tolerant of touch (specifically so he can kick ass with Darla) but generally prefers to be left alone.

#AR writes #daemon au #I also have stuff for the strawhat crew crocodile sabo and law #if anybody wants me to drop some of those too

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confused-red-head · 2 years

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Chapter 2: "Getting Carried Away"

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Dragon!Jotaro x fem!reader

Warnings: fantasy au, implied/mentioned child abandonment, mentions of death, violence, kidnapping?(with good reason?), let me know if I'm missing anything.

Thank you to @helpimhyperfixating for beta reading for me and getting me into jjba!❤️

Thank you to @ahoge-fish for allowing me to use some art from her Witcher!Jotaro AU as a reference for Jotaro's sword here! Please go check her out! She makes AMAZING art and hilarious scenerio comics between Jotaro and her adorable OC!

If you would like to see the art of Jotaro's sword, it's here!

'Perhaps... Perhaps running for so long wasn't the best idea...'

My legs ached and lungs burned with each step I took on the moonlit path. My eyes drooped, begging to finally close for the night. I can't rest, not yet at least. Not when I'm so close to where I need to go. I harshly rub my eyes in a vain attempt to wake myself up.

'Maybe... it wouldn't hurt to take a short break?'

The next thing I knew the ground shook as a roar rang out. Soon after distant cries of victory were heard as another weaker roar.

'Well... I'm definitely awake now...'

I watched as birds flew from their roosts, away from the source of the disturbance.

The logical part of me said to ignore it and move on. However, that voice was nearly drowned out by this feeling in my gut. Like an irresistible pull, my legs carried me closer and closer. The next thing I knew, I was crouching behind some foliage.

I peered through leaves and branches to see a brightly lit bonfire illuminating the forest clearing. The first thing I notice is a large black mass wrapped in hearty rope and iron chains on the far end of the camp. Armored men and women crowded around the bonfire or around the creature, praising themselves for their successful hunt.

'Is that... a dragon?!'

I was in disbelief. I felt as if the shadows were playing with me, until I saw the creature huff out a breath in it's unconscious state. The people, whom I can only assume are hunters, cheered again as one of the hunters stood on a stump.

"Hol Horse! Hol Horse! Hol Horse!"

"It's the man of the hour! Hol Horse, One of the greatest hunters to ever live, has struck down another savage beast!", one of the other hunters raised his wooden mug into the air as the liquid inside sloshed about.

I began to sneak my way around the camp, careful to avoid letting my presence be known. I pull the hood of my cloak further down to conceal my face. I managed to round the camp with a few close calls. By now the hunters were still crowded around the hunter called 'Hol Horse' or retreating into their respective tents.

I took this opportunity to get closer, hiding in the shadows where I couldn't be seen behind the dragon. I reached out my hand about to graze the dark scales when the reality of the situation became clear.

'Ohhhh this is a TERRIBLE idea! Why am I here?! I could have made it to the house by now!'

My hand shook as I retracted it to rest on my chest. As much as my mind tried to be logical, all that rang through my mind was my father's words replaying in my mind. The story he told time and time again. When he himself saved a dragon... in a very similar situation.

I shook my head, reminding myself that I'll get myself killed, if not by the dragon then by the hands of the hunters. I managed to take a few steps back when I heard the hunter, Hol Horse, call out.

"We had a good hunt, men! But our mission isn't over yet! We won't rest! Not until the last of these Devil's mongrels are burning in hell! Tomorrow, we drag the beast into town and put on a bit of a show! We'll remind them that these beasts are to be feared and remind them how to be grateful to those who defend their pathetic lives as we finish it off for good!"

The cheers that rang out as I couldn't will myself to move any further back. I felt spite and anger fill my very being.

'This is sick...'

I threw caution to the wind as I pulled out a knife I smuggled out of the orphanage kitchen. As I grab the thick rope I feel my hand go numb, the familiar feeling of pins and needles. I draw back as the feeling in my hand returns almost instantly.

'The rope is enchanted...'

I pull out some leather gloves out of my pack and slip them on. Grasping the rope again, I don't feel the enchantment take effect in my hands. I start sawing through the thick rope, breaking thread after thread. The rope is wider than my fist and made out of sturdy material, making the process of sawing through it with a small, worn kitchen knife that much more exhausting.

'Damn it! I knew I shouldn't have settled for the kitchen knife. If I looked harder I could have found a dagger or something!'

I keep up a good speed with the knife while taking breaks now and then. My arm starts to ache with each motion when I get about half way through. I ignore the pain and push through. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Until...

CRACK

What happened next was a blur. Chains and rope flew about. The panicked shouts of the hunters. Pounding footsteps. An enraged roar that left my ears ringing. A dark shadow rising and engulfing my very being. But most of all, I remember those eyes. It was as if time slowed down the moment I made eye contact.

Furious eyes blue like a stormy sea, waves crashing mercilessly into the coast. I heard a deep, threatening growl resonate from the beast, breaking me from my trance. As if it was second nature, I threw my knife to the side and backed away.

I could have sworn the dragon's eyes widened as its eye dilated in a moment of realization. Whipping its head away, the dragon set its sights on the hunters. Growling, it swung its tail into the tents and blew out the fire. I stumbled a bit in the darkness, the wind whipped around with each flap of the beast's wings. Before I knew it, I felt myself leave the ground. Claws wrapped around me in a near claustrophobic grip.

I let out a small shriek at the rough handling from being almost completely encased in the creature's claws. I grasp at the claws, trying to get a grip. I jostled around a bit as I ascended into the air. I could only watch as the hunters camp became smaller and smaller in the distance.

Time became obscured as frigid wind lashed at my exposed skin. The exhaustion finally seemed to settle in as I felt my eyes flutter close.

'If this is how I go... so be it.'

I hear rustling as I slip back into consciousness. My eyes peer open to see a large mouth of a cave and a campfire. I scramble up from the ground, only to hear a deep rumbling voice that seemingly came from all around.

'It's about damn time you woke up.'

The voice sounded as if it were my own conscience. I spun around in confusion as I saw a dark mass emerge from the cave depths. I stumbled back into the cave wall as the memories rushed back.

"You... you can talk?", my heart hammered against my chest, yet not out of fear. I was in shock and awe.

'You could say that. The only reason you can understand me is because of that pendant hanging around your neck.'

My hand flew to my chest where the pendant laid.

'Now that I answered your question. You're going to answer mine. Where the hell did you get your hands on a dragon's oath?'

"The... what?"

'The pendant, woman. Where did you get it?'

"It was... my father's.", I raised my hand to grasp the small chain in my hand.

'Bullshit. Now where did you really get it, Little Thief.'

In an instant, my blood boiled at the accusation. My hand's grip tightened over the chain as I hung my head in an attempt to retain my composure.

"You know what... yeah. I might be a thief. I've taken what wasn't mine and I'll admit that. But if there was anything I could possibly claim as my own... it would be this stupid necklace that my father gave me before leaving me IN A GODFORSAKEN ORPHANAGE AND NEVER RETURNING!"

My head flew up to make eye contact with the ocean blue eyes as I clutched the chain in my hand. "So next time... at least accuse me of stealing something I actually stole..."

The dragon narrowed his eyes and hummed in thought. The beast's body settled into a less offensive position.

'Fine. I believe you...'

"Then...", My grip loosened, but still held onto the chain. "Can you tell me... why is it so important? The Dragon's Oath?"

The dragon remained silent, staring me down as if to gauge if I am worthy or not to be given this knowledge.

'It is a physical representation of a dragon's promise of protection and trust. A symbol of a dragon's trust. It is only given to those who have proven themselves trustworthy.'

He stops for a moment as he focuses his gaze to the mouth of the cave where moonlight shined through.

'... it's imbued with the dragon's magic. The gem in the center is carved from the dragon's own scale. It essentially casts an aura telling other dragons you are a friend and under a dragon's protection. If a dragon were to attack or kill a human wearing a dragon's oath, it is punishable by death or exile under our law.'

A wave of realization crashed over me.

"I see. So that's why you brought me here... leaving me there could risk letting the hunters get ahold of the necklace. If they figured out what it was... many dragons could be killed using it. You couldn't kill me unless you were willing to go against the law. Bringing me here and questioning me was your best bet."

'Hmm... You're not as dumb as you look.'

"HEY!"

The dragon's focus slid back over to me.

'Now that you know this. I can't just let you leave.'

"What?! So you're just gonna keep me hostage?", I crossed my arms with a bit of a huff. "I have somewhere to be!"

'And I don't give a shit. If you run into those hunters and they recognize you, it'll be over for both of us. They'll realize you were the one who cut me free and then they'll track me down again. So if you know what's good for you, Little Thief, you'll sit your ass down.'

I hung my head and glared at the ground as I felt my frustration rising. I couldn't just leave. He could easily restrain me. I stewed in my thoughts, when an idea came to mind.

"Then... Can you come with me? I just need to go to a small home just a bit farther up the road near the hunter's campsite. Just far enough in the woods that the hunter's may not wander close by. We can hide in the house overnight or we can return to the cave immediately. I just... I need to go there... please."

The dragon stared at me hard with a stubborn look as I pleaded. The silence was deafening. For a moment I had assumed that the silence was a sign of his rejection. I closed my eyes and slumped my shoulders in defeat.

'...Fine. We'll go if it's so important…'

I immediately perked up at his words.

"Really?!"

'Don't make me change my mind. We'll travel on foot. No taking breaks. You will do as I say or I'll carry you off in an instant.'

I couldn't contain the stupid smile that spread across my face as I did a silly little salute.

"Sir! Yes, sir!"

'Good grief', the dragon retreated into the cave depths again.

"Huh?! Wait! I'm kidding! Please don't go!", I panicked seeing his form retreat into the shadows once more.

"Relax, woman. I intend on keeping my word."

I was confused as I no longer heard the beast's baritone voice in my mind, rather it resonated from the dark depths. A tall, young man emerged from the shadows. He had curly onyx hair slicked back a bit with a pair of equally dark horns adorning the crown of his head and those familiar blue, slit pupiled eyes. He wore a dark undershirt with a gray-green vest. His black pants were tucked into his boots and his large black coat hung off his shoulders, two belts cinching the waist. He perched a torn, black hat with gold ornaments atop his head, concealing his horns and hair. Lastly, a mighty blade was strapped to his back with a star engraved into the metal of the cross-guard.

I stood there in surprise and awe as the young man made his way to the mouth of the cave.

"Well, are you coming or not?", he called out.

"Ah... yes! Sorry! I just... I just never got your name...", It wasn't entirely a lie, but it certainly wasn't the whole truth.

The dragon-turned-young-man silently side-eyed me before speaking and turning his eyes forward again.

"Jotaro."

I nodded back at him, even though his focus was on the road ahead of us.

"Mine's Y/n."

He only hummed in response as the silence settled in, making it clear he wasn't interested in chitchat. We let the cool night envelope us in its gentle moonlight. The only sound was our footsteps and the sounds of the night.

'Well... this night has been much more interesting than I originally expected.'

Little did we know, things were going to get much more interesting in the days to come.

Author's Note: JOTARO IS FINALLY HERE BABYYYYYYYYY! I mean... it was only one chapter but I know this is what we all wanted! I hope you all like it! I hope Jotaro doesn't end up extremely OOC by accident. If you have questions don't be afraid to ask!

Also fun fact! The only reason Jotaro is being so flexible with reader is because she freed him so he can't help but feel the tiniest bit indebted to her. Y'know... just a teeny bit. Plus it's just easier to keep track of her if she's cooperative.

#bound by oath #jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo x fem!reader #jotaro kujo x reader #jjba #jjba au #jjba fantasy au #fantasy au #jotaro kujo #dragon!jotaro #dragon au #jojo's bizarrre adventure #fem!reader #fanfic

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beezonia · 11 months

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Okay before I go to sleep I wanted to do some stuff with the toontown au!!

Most of it will be bits of randomly ideas or relationships I have for it.

Who am I kidding in this is sort of an overview I guess

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So it’s lovers to enemies to act acquaintances to friends to loversish for layclaire (sorry)

It takes place in a london where gangs rule the roost and toons are there to entertain or help with dodgy dealings

Claire is just living her “normal” life as a dr before this all happens

Until Clive dove her kind off apprentice/ward gets framed for murder (bill hawks) and comes to her to help uncover who did it

This leads to Claire and her toon friend Rickie the Rooster to realise oh their gonna have to go back to the underground again cause this is totally the work of The Devil In The Tophat

So to clarify future Hershel is TDITTH in this along with his gang the Crimson Roses they rule the underground

So Claire, Clive, Rickie and Claire’s close friend Desmond have to sneak around to find clues and gather information on who could have framed Clive and why

In come Claire’s old friends the Sapphire songbirds who have been searching on this for years

This is where Clive finds out Dr Foley is not what she seems and is actually the head of a huge underground organisation

In this group is Celeste her younger sister, Dimitri fellow scientist who has a debt to pay

Marie one of the eldest in the group along with Drake

Also turns out the DITTH is looking for not only Clive but her too

And that’s how it starts

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Some extra stuff

Clive technically is Claire’s godson because his mother was quite close to her before she died and left him in her care

Hersh is extremely protective over his daughter’s and son, he will not hesitate to go apeshit if you hurt them

Claire is the more fight now think later one out of the two whilst hersh is much more calculating and orderly

Luke is the oracle figure in this au again in a sort of neutral way along with his toon friends Toppy the mouse, Enna the rabbit and Lumi the otter!

This also includes Aurora who’s his best friend and is able to know where the next fight will break out

Clark and Brenda are on opposite sides (I’ll leave you to figure out why and which groups they decided to be in :3)

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That’s kinda it for now hope you enjoyed reading more about this au!!

#professor layton #professor layton au #toontown au #claire foley #clive dove #hershel layton #flora reinhold #katrielle layton #alfendi layton #dimitri allen #desmond sycamore #celeste foley #marie altava #aurora azran #luke triton #brenda triton #clark triton

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