#Cat Among the Canines

[incognitopolls]

Anon sees LOTS of canine furries and hardly any feline furries, but among the non-furry crowd they see mostly cat videos so they're curious if that's a broader trend.

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[araminakilla]

Regarding Death Wolf...

Hear me out (NO, it's not the kind you are thinking)

We know Death has a job, right? To collect souls and most likely release them to the afterlife.

And for this job, he has to be there when somebody is about to die, as demostrated with him being there moments before Puss' eight death.

Supposing he is THE Death and he has been doing this since the beginning of time (or at least when there were enough stories of the Grim Reaper to adquire a physical form) that means he has seen a lot, A LOT of awful things.

Murders, suicides, massacres, death of infants, people who didn't deserve to die alone, animal cruelty, some other heavy stuff I won't mention here, etc etc etc.

And we thought "man, how is he able to cope with all of that? That job has to be utter torture for someone."

Probably many of you could think that he is able to do that because he is Death, and he was "born" with that purpose and only him can reap souls perfectly.

But while he is a force of nature, he also WAS a force of nature. Let me explain it well: He adquired a personality enough to be angry, excited, frustrated, amazed, happy, among other emotions.

While he has supernatural power and is most likely the most powerful being in the Shrek Franchise (or in Dreamworks as many say) he is also a PERSON.

Someone with a code of honor, morals, opinions, beliefs, etc.

Returning to the question "How can he bear all of that?" taking into account he is no longer an inevitable force, but a character of his own.

The answer is something you may relate to, and that is: Creativity and escapism.

To be the embodiment of Death, the guy is a very creative fella.

First of all, his design. I heard many people saying here and in Twitter that his design is something they would come up in their edgy, teen years of drawing their first fursona.

Guess what? They are right, the wolf form is someone's fursona. It's DEATH'S fursona. He clearly came up with this badass, piercing canine form to blend with the Fairy Tale Land assuming the form of the "Big Bad Wolf". He most likely had other forms he designed over the centuries and was able to present as them like if he were on a role play game in the living world.

His sickles? The weapon of choice with the little crossed cats on it to have a bigger effect of terror for Puss? Those who can become knuckles and join to create a scythe? Those are his creation, probably after thinking it for a while and writing all of those functions on a paper.

The way he presents himself? In the bar? The coins in his eyes as a "watching you" sign while being a cool reference to the Ferryman of souls? He transforming Perrito's forest into the background of a skull? The chilling reveal at the Cave of Lost Souls? The fire ring? It was all him.

As for the escapism part...

When the world becomes too heavy to deal with as real life issues tend to make us feel bad, depressed, angry... we tend to escape it somewhere. And in our time the common place would be the internet as in webpages or comics, stories, etc.

But what has to do with Death Wolf you may ask?

Well, while he would NEVER be able to escape his job entirely, he can have moments where he can enjoy a good hunt of people who don't appreciate life, like the whole plot of the Puss in Boots sequel could demostrate.

He managed to have a little time outside his eternal routine to chase an arrogant cat who took life for granted. He enjoyed it, it was thrilling, it was exciting.

It was a way to escape a monotonous, grim "life", if just for a short moment.

So, when the chase ended as his prey no longer feared him and now was ready to fight for his last life, the wolf retreats, happy for Puss' character development but resigned because he once again had to return to "The Eternal Duty"

And that's not even counting all the times Jack "I'm dead inside" Horner had to interrupt Lobo's hunt and remind him of his job even in his "spare time"

Death knew the chase had to end eventually, but he didn't want it to end.

He didn't want to return to his own world

And if we look at Death like that, then he is probably one of the most relatable characters Dreamworks has ever make.

In the Shrek Franchise:

Monsters can be loved

Princesses don't have to fit the perfect standards of beauty

Handsome guys can be possesive jerks

Love at first sight doesn't work like one would think

Happily ever afters had to be built and not just obtain them with magic

And Death is the most creative and "full of life" being in the world

Because he would absolutely go crazy with his life/work if he wasn't.

Because in a world of Kings, Poets and Soldiers, he's the Supreme King

And he's also a perky goth but none of you are ready for that conversation.

#100% sure that if Tumblr was a thing in the Shrekverse... #Death would have an account #puss in boots #puss in boots 2 #pib #pib 2 #pibtlw #pib the last wish #puss in boots the last wish #the last wish #death wolf #death the wolf #lobo muerte #pib lobo #puss in boots lobo #puss in boots wolf #pib wolf #pib death #puss in boots death #puss in boots analysis #character analysis #escapism #creativity #shrek #dreamworks shrek #dreamworks #this is probably the discovery of the decade #or the stupidest thing I ever wrote on this website

[akxmee]

★ 00. 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗨𝗘.

"...and we are not certain of how long that would take. Please, hide at home and by under any means, do not open your doors to any animal. Thank you for your attention!"

You turned the television off from the sofá you were sitting on. It has been chaos these days, and you were so sure it was a matter of time until the government confined the whole city until they find them.

Them, the hybrids.

Humans with the hability of turning themselves into different kinds of animals.

Humans, if that's even a valid term to refer to them. Dangerous humans that think as animals and don't feel any remorse.

The lack of information the government was giving everyone about them was close to none, and it was making you mad.

God, you were so tired of this.

"Woof!"

The bark interrumped your thoughts. You looked to your left and before even knowing it, you were being assaulted by a huge and ridiculously fluffy dog.

Ah, satoru.

He was your adorable samoyedo, a beautiful and friendly canine breed that was licking your entire face the moment he laid his paws on you.

"Ew 'toru, gross. Get off!"

You tried your best to get your pet off you, reaching your goal after a few struggles. With the end of your sleeve you wiped your face as well as you wrote a mental note of cleaning your face before going to sleep.

Satoru kept wagging his tail, waiting for his rubs that he got not too long after. You pet him for a while until a yawn comes out of your mouth, looking at the hour.

2am.

Damn, that extra shift at work was long.

So yes, maybe going to sleep was the best option at this very moment. You got up and walked through the rooms, stopping at the bathroom to clean the sticky mess satoru made mostly on your cheek. Once your face was clean enough not to feel gross anymore you grabbed the nearest towel and dried your face with it, staring into your reflection's eyes in the mirror.

You had bags under your eyes, messy hair and your skin looked paler than usual; it was painfully obvious that you haven't had a wink of sleep lately.

There were so many reasons why.

For example, the fact that you were getting fewer and fewer clients with the pass of the time since the news of hybrids walking among humans were simply thrown to the audience's face. Some people were scared to go out and you were losing money, not a lot, but still money. Extra hours at the café were spent working just to get a few more clients, and you don't even know how to manage your time right now to get a proper bit of sleep.

But honestly? You could go with It just for your pets' sake.

Because they were the reason why you had your own business right now, and the only ones who listened to you rant about your shitty day at work at the end of the day.

So you shaked your thoughts away and went for satoru, patting the side of your leg as a silent order for him to follow you.

"C'mon, toru. Let's go to sleep, i'm sure suguru is there too."

The dog ran to your side in no time and you two went to your room. It was cozy, simple with a lot of photos pinned on a huge cardboard on the wall.

Some were of you, some of your friends and family. Your gaze landed on a specific photo, one of satoru and suguru dressed in some type of cheap pets costume you bought for a few dollars online. They looked adorable, satoru's fluffy hair looking so messy in the picture and suguru making a funny face that you got just in time. You were so sure they hated that picture, but you loved it.

As you looked over the bed you found out your assumption was right, since the black cat was already drowning in the softness of a pillow on your bed and sleeping. Much to suguru's dismay, satoru jumped on the bed to greet him and woke the poor cat up. They started to fight in a playful way, suguru's tiny paws hitting satoru's nose repeatedly.

You laughed at the scene, finding it kind of silly.

Soon after, you were already in bed with a dog sleeping soundly at your feet and a cat on the canine's tail, using it as some kind of pillow.

The sudden sound of scratching woke you up.

It came from your window, and you ignored it until it was unbearable. You angrily got up and rubbed your eyes while trying to find the light switch in the dark.

The sudden clarity hurt your eyes for a little until you got used to it, looking where the sound came. You thought that it was probably a bird or a branch being dragged by the wind and constantly bumping into your window, but it was not.

Something was there.

Something big.

Why didn't satoru bark? You looked around just to find not only he was gone, but suguru was nowhere to be seen too. It wasn't something new, sometimes it was too hot at bed and the pets went to the cold floor at some random room so you didn't really mind that. But still—

"Woof."

Was the sound coming from behind the window just now? You thought about it and got closer to it. The closer you got, the more you could picture the silhouette of a dog.

Okay, that had more sense.

"Toji?"

You said as soon as you opened the window. It was Toji, the stray dog you fed when he passed by.

He didn't have any owner, no home to go.

But he was fine, he didn't want any.

The times you opened your door for him to get in, he wouldn't. He liked you just because you gave him food, that's all. Sometimes he came with a few stains of blood on his dark fur but he wouldn't let you take care of him.

"You should choose better hours to ask for food, really. I don't think i have something left in the fridge, but let me give it a look."

The dog just barked again and sat down while you were gone looking for something good enough for him to eat.

That's what happened a few minutes ago now. You fed Toji and just like he always does, he left. Now you were going to your kitchen holding the dirty plate you used to feed the stray dog, careful not to wake your pets. You didn't know where they went, but your house isn't that big either so you can hear any loud sound even if you're in the furthest room.

"We need to tell her, Satoru. She will eventually find out, and you know that."

"Suguru, don't mess with me right now. You know what they say about us on TV! She will think we're liars and.."

The voices stopped talking as if they both knew what he was going to say next.

You froze.

You could feel your heart sink and your breath stop. Never in your life has someone broken into your home, and you only had a dirty plate that you were holding with a tight grip.

What was going to happen? Also, were your pets okay? Did they hide? Your mind raced with thoughts and doubts, not only worried by your safety but satoru's and suguru's too.

Wait.

Was it your pets' name you just heard them mention while talking to eachother?

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. 🌷

—𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

@kingshitonly @snake-lover-artist-blog @ashers-playpen

#choso x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #geto suguru x you #gojo imagine #jjk drabbles #jjk gojo #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #gojo angst #gojo fluff #geto suguru #geto x you #geto fluff #suguru x reader #satoru x reader #yuji itadori #nobara kugisaki #megumi fushiguro #jjk #x reader #x you #x yn #choso fluff #choso angst #toji fluff #toji angst #inumaki toge #jujutsu kaisen #hybrid!au #fanfic

[thelampisaflashlight]

Thinkin' 'bout ghoul teeth. Let's go.

-Aether has some serious chompers. His teeth are designed to crush and crack bone, but since he doesn't do a lot of that on the surface, he mostly gnaws on sticks or, well... bones.

The ghouls need their enrichment toys, and in Aeth's case, he needs something to wear down those saw blades of his.

If he doesn't blunt his teeth, his canines grow out of control and he winds up with little tusks, which isn't really an issue aesthetically, but it can make his mouth feel crowded and impede his ability to speak.

Also, it hurts, so... Yeah.

-Dew's teeth are the closest to human teeth than the other ghouls', which is largely because fire ghouls tend to be closer in likeness to humans in general.

Something about their biology aligns more with humanity's quirks, it's what makes them such good servants to the lord below, so good at mimicking the inhabitants of the surface...

Anyway, Dew's teeth are ever so slightly sharper around the canines, but that's about it.

Even pure fire ghouls like Alpha or Ifrit have more "human smiles" about their features, so it's not exclusive to Dew.

Funnily enough, this has resulted in an odd habit among fire ghouls; Their bites don't really hurt, so they nip at each other a lot, and biting is a pretty common form of greeting amongst pack members.

Fire ghoul parents also tend to carry their kits around in a similar fashion to cats or dogs, so their teeth being blunt helps prevent harming their babies.

-Rain's teeth are serrated and sharp.

They're made to rip and tear, but also to trap and pin prey.

The edges dig into flesh indiscriminately and cannot be pulled free from without causing serious damage; The serrations run opposite the tip of his fans, so they hook into the skin when he bites.

These types of teeth are more common in the salt water variant of water ghouls, who spend most of their time in deep water and have to latch onto their prey and prevent it from floating/swimming away.

Usually, if Rain bites someone on he surface, that's his way of asserting dominance, because no one, absolutely no one, is stupid enough to pull free or struggle when he sinks his teeth into them.

-Mountain's teeth are rather long and sharp, and made to pierce.

For some reason, earth ghouls' teeth are designed to draw blood, and some speculate -mostly easily frightened siblings of sin- that this is partially where some of the legends of vampires come from, because they certainly do have an interest in blood.

Mountain usually doesn't show off his teeth, but it is known that, compared to other earth ghouls, his are a bit duller, if only because he's needed some corrective work done due to a couple of his fangs growing in a little crooked and making it hard for him to eat and drink properly.

-Cumulus' teeth are little, needlelike things and so sharp you wouldn't know she'd bit you until the pin pricks of blood showed up a moment later.

Air ghouls seem to carry a sort of venom within their bodies that can be transferred via bite, and it leaves the victim feeling light and floaty.

Cumulus tends to avoid biting people.

And lastly;

-Multi ghouls usually have the teeth of whichever element is their dominant one; Water wins over fire, fire wins over earth, etc...

However, as is the case with most -if not all- human/ghoul hybrids, Swiss has a full set of human teeth, and it is haunting.

There's no subtle sharpness to them, they're uncannily human simply because they are.

Swiss' smile, unlike the mimicry of fire ghouls, IS human.

#lamp rambles #shitghosting #nameless ghouls #ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band headcanons #nameless ghoul headcanons #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #rain ghoul #cumulus ghoulette

[uncharismatic-fauna]

what are some animals that are such great parents that they're really aggressive towards people/other animals?

There's loads of animals that are like that! The ones we tend to think of most often are mammals, especially ones like big cats, canines, elephants, buffalo, rhinos etc.

Outside of the class Mammalia, crocodilians are known to take very good care of their young-- both males and females will guard their nest and hatchlings ferociously. Other reptiles that guard their young include pit vipers, pythons, and king cobras-- though I wouldn't say these snakes are more aggressive, just more likely to stand their ground against an approaching threat.

In addition, the males in many frog and fish species are known to aggressively guard their territory after a female has laid her eggs, though their aggression is a product of trying to prevent other males of the same species from sneaking in and mating with the female. This often leads to a phenomenon where some males disguise themselves as females to sneak past the dominant male; cuttlefish are an excellent example of this!

Many birds are also territorial regarding their nests, and the more social ones will flock together and dive-bomb potential predators; Australian magpies are a particularly well-known example, but masked lapwings are even worse because their wings have claws and unlike magpies they're not afraid to draw blood.

Lastly, among the arthropods, there are several species of spider that guard their egg sacs until they hatch. Earwigs will also guard their eggs, and use their pincers (aka cerci) to defend against predators. Female scorpions will carry their young on their back until the babies develop functioning venom glands.

In short, aggressive parental care isn't a phenomenon just restricted to mammals-- though you are more likely to notice an angry Asian forest buffalo mom charging at you than you are an earwig flexing her pincers as a warning to stay away.

#jack speaks #answered #asks

[lupunsus]

who’d u reckon would own a bunny hybrid? 👀

im not gonna sugarcoat it anon, but bunny hybrids are the common hybrid to get among perverted degenerates, and underneath all the complicated layers these yanderes have is just some horny perv who think they're doing a good thing by taking them in. We all know the truth, though.

im gonna ramble under the cut, but as always, be sure to check out @cinnamonest as their hybrid writings inspired this blog into existence

warning: nsfw. bottom reader. gorou forces himself on reader, but i try to avoid being specific. tighnari thinks about it but drugs you instead. overall horny canine boys who can't decide whether to eat or fuck bunny hybrid 😔

in the future, all works with nsfw will be tagged with #.luspicy

Gorou:

God, just thinking about a bunny hybrid,, i know cinnamonest wrote about gorou having a cat hybrid, but like, I can't stop remembering Beastars and (I stopped watching it but I'll get back into it again) how fitting a floppy eared little bunny would be for him. Gorou. A war general in an environment where everything is peaceful, and there isn't much to do to let out all that excess energy.

I like to think that Gorou would meet his bunny darling while out on patrol. Of course, Watatsumi Island is peaceful now, but there's still some bandits and the like lurking about. When he sees them shivering in a cage, knees tucked to their chest and crying, it does something to him that he doesn't understand himself. You just look so...delicious.

You, seeing this dog towering over you with this crazed look in his eyes, makes you thankful that there's a cage separating the two of you. Even when he "kindly" asks if you know where the key is, you adamantly shake your head no. It's obvious he wants to eat you! He's even drooling! Staying in the cage is definitely safer than trusting this deranged predator looking as if he's finally found the prey of his dreams.

Gorou is strong anyway. He doesn't need something like a key to free you. It only helps in scaring you more when he rips the cage open with a smile on his face. Having you clinging onto the bars was a bit of a problem, though. Gorou just wants to help you out! Usually, bunny hybrids are grateful creatures from what he's heard, but it seems like you're the opposite of that. And stubborn to boot. Don't worry. He offers coming with him the easy way or the hard way.

The easy way is a much better option, as the other would be leaving you out here alone, cage open, for anyone to just kidnap. Of course, he'd warn the soldiers to keep an eye out for you. "They got injured because of my carelessness, so I want to make it up to them!" People would think a bandit or a monster got to you while he was distracted. There's no way someone as nice and dependable as Gorou would harm such an innocent creature like you!

Unfortunately, people forget that Gorou is a dog hybrid. And dogs are technically domesticated wolves no matter how you see them. If another hybrid like Sucrose (whatever animal she may be) were to witness this, she'd immediately find you herself and bring you back to the safety of her hometown. Well, it probably wouldn't be safe, but it's better than the possibility of being eaten, right? Too bad Albedo only visited Inazuma with Klee, and the two of them stayed on Narukami Island.

Thinking on it more, though, he feels like a run will do him some good. "You could always head back to where you came from. There's boats on the lower part of the island, I could take you there!" No thanks. Even with your limited vocabulary, your instincts were screaming at you to get away. To Gorou, it was a relief that you took the bait. Watching your little cotton tail bob behind you as you tried to escape was adorable. You probably thought you could get away from him and go back to your homeland, but what are the chances you even knew how to use a boat?

It didn't take long for him to find you, and even less time to pin you onto the sand below. You could cry out all you want, but nobody would be able to help you. "Don't cry... I'll make sure it won't hurt too badly~" Confused and scared, the thought of another hybrid, a predator to your kind, would even attempt to mate with you was worse than being eaten by one. And escaping was impossible. He was just so big and you so little! That doesn't stop Gorou. And despite what he promised, it hurt a lot because your body wasn't built to handle someone of his nature.

He did clean you up as best as he could, but seeing his love escape you so easily almost made him rearing to go again if you hadn't passed out from exhaustion. Poor thing, you must be so tired after allowing him to pour out all of his love into you. Don't worry, he doesn't mind carrying you to his home. Ah, but he should probably lock you up so you won't escape...

Maybe he'll tire you out with a couple more rounds in the morning, too. Just to be safe.

Tighnari:

I think Tighnari wouldn't necessarily succumb to his instincts, but he's tempted to. How could he not? Seeing such a cute bunny make themselves at home in his territory, eating the vegetables and herbs that he grew,

It's like you thought that because he was chummy with the humans, he wouldn't possibly think of harming you.

And that's exactly what you thought. That fennec fox hybrid seems to eat plants just like you, so he must've been dropped as a child or raised by herbivores. If it were the latter, then that's great! Herbivores usually don't mind sharing food, so you made a nice little burrow right next to Tighnari's field. It was far away from the other humans, and there was a water source nearby, too, so it was absolutely perfect! Any hybrid would kill to be in your place. Having such a convenient food supply and water next to your den.

However, Tighnari was considering hunting you down because you were prey in his territory. Ah, he shouldn't succumb to his instincts. He should be the bigger person and try to scare you off. He grows dangerous things, too, and he would not like you eating (ruining) his research.

But the cute floppy ears... how would it feel between his teeth? How soft is your little tail? How delicious would you taste if he took a bite out of you? Just a little nibble. It won't hurt. Probably.

You, on the other hand, are starting to feel a bit nervous about your housing arrangement. Your neighbor seems to be staring at you from afar and breathing heavily. Sometimes, he looks at you with a dazed expression, and you can see the saliva creep from his mouth. It's impossible, you think. You've seen him eat mushrooms! On several occasions! It gets creepy when he looks in your den while you're out getting water. You hide from him, but he doesn't make an effort to even chase you. He smells you nearby, but he can smell something even sweeter in your home.

He knows you're going into heat soon.

It doesn't matter what you have between the legs, to Tighnari, you're something meant to be eaten. You're at the bottom of the food chain with the other small and weak animals. If he wanted to mate with you, you'd be taking his knot. Would you give birth to pups or kits? Would some be a mixture? Or maybe there's a possibility of a fennec being an herbivore or a bunny being a carnivore? The researcher part of him wants to know so bad...

But it depends if you could give birth at all. It'd be a shame if you didn't, but if you take his knot nicely, he may reconsider eating you.

Tighnari tries his best to control himself, but when he sees you obliviously eating an aphrodisiac flower, the string in him snaps. He'll chomp down on those floppy ears of yours before he starts his little "private research."

#genshin au #genshin x gn reader #genshin x reader #hybrid au #.lurots #genshin hcs #genshin impact x reader #hybrid #.lu-answers #anon ask #tighnari x reader #gorou x reader #bunny hybrid #tighnari x gn reader #gorou x gn reader #.luspicy

[myhistoryofbooks]

I love how slyly funny the first chapters of Wuthering Heights are. Mr. Lockwood stumbles into this dark gothic story straight from some kind of slapstick romcom. Immediately makes enemies with all the human AND canine residents of the house. And then you have this devastating exchange.

Lockwood attempting to hold a conversation with the younger Catherine by speaking of the pointer puppies in the room...

"'A beautiful animal!' I commenced again. 'Do you intend parting with the little ones, madam?' 'They are not mine,' said the amiable hostess, more repellingly than Heathcliff himself could have applied. 'Ah, your favourites are among these?' I continued, turning to an obscure cushion full of something like cats. 'A strange choice of favourites!' she observed scornfully. Unluckily, it was a heap of dead rabbits."

#lockwood you bumbling idiot #you're in the wrong book #wuthering heights #now reading #emily bronte #is a genius

[mirroredmemoriez]

Werewolves designs and other shit

Got bored- Remembered I have free choice to make posts on anything I want... So here I am with opinions no one asked for. As the title suggests, it's about werewolves. Starting off, I don't believe I need to explain what a werewolf is. However, I'll put it out there that in most descriptions and depictions it's meant to be a humanoid wolf. I say this because you'll find that in some movies or books it's just a person turning into a giant wolf with no human features or movement such as standing on two legs. (Or like a minotaur situation where the body is a human, but the head is a wolf.)

Here I've collected just human references and anatomy- This is so I can make comparisons and such. Humans vary heavily in the way that we look, due to things such as lifestyle and genetics. At base level, of course we're HUMAN. However, things like our body types, hair texture, eye colour or shape and yada yada all can change the way we look and create differences between us and somebody else.

This is the same for wolves, though maybe not as noticeable compared to humans? Mostly things like their size, coat colour or thickness and etc is what separates them from one another. Looking at their head shapes also can show what species they may be. Generally, they're a pretty lean animal seeing as wolves are known for their running endurance to hunt prey. Being too big would slow them down... I mention this because some depictions of werewolves people make them too muscular in my opinion? It's like they're hairy body builders. Speaking of werewolves- Let me try draw this post back to where I started it! First I wanna look at almost shifted werewolves, so not fully transformed.

(Also I will be using depictions and characters which aren't labelled necessarily as a ''werewolf'' but share many features or similarities. For example, Bigby from The Wolf Among Us.) The common things we usually see is an increase in hairiness, canine growth and eyes becoming highlighted- Usually yellow, though sometimes the werewolf maintains their natural eye colour. We also have ears becoming pointed and the area around the eyebrows and forehead starting to protrude more. All of these things when done right I enjoy in a werewolf design! Though, it's a given that some do it better than others... One of my favourite werewolf designs and transformations has to go to the movie An American Werewolf In London.

This to me is one of the PEAKS of werewolves in media. I could probably make a full post on just this movie... It's one of the most iconic designs and for good reason. Not to mention, I love practical effects, especially in horror. One of my dreams is to make a movie with them. Enough gushing though. What do I like? Well, it's grotesque nature really. A transformation shouldn't just be BAM you're a ball of fur in my eyes. The amount of change is crazy and so glossed over.

The transformation literally has bones extending along with all the muscles and tissues alongside. Don't even get me started on what the organs may have to be doing? A human heart could not support a werewolf body, it just wouldn't be big enough... That muscle would literally have to increase in size to be able to deal with the power behind the body of a wolf. Yes, I'm aware they're supernatural and I shouldn't try heavily to apply science to them... However, I don't care? A TRANSFORMATION WOULD BE HORRFIC AND PAINFUL, SO IT SHOULD BE SHOWN AS SUCH! It's also why I headcanon that turned werewolves have the chance of just dying straight up with their first transformation, compared to ones just born as a werewolf because of how extreme the change is. Anyway! Some more designs.

I think what some suffer from, is leaning either too close to a human and or leaning too close to a wolf? They can't find a balance and at times it's like a worse rendition of the Cats movie.

Like here, the werewolves from The Quarry almost lean into some classic vampire depictions. The teeth I like! But the lack of hair and flatter snout just means it's not really screaming WEREWOLF at me.. More so a general mutant. (QUICK ADD! A flatter snout doesn't always break a design. It's just when other features such as hair are also lacking that it starts becoming less wolf in nature to me.) We've also got a more recent werewolf to look at... Which is Enid from the Wednesday show. Because fucking hell, that was a disappointment? She ended up looking like a mix between the Ice Age baby and Diego the saber tooth tiger.

They did her so fucking dirty... And it would actually be very simple to fix! This could be salvaged- It just wasn't. Somebody saw that design and green lit it and whoever you are, why? I think I'll end this here now because I've reached the image limit... If anyone has any questions about certain things I've mentioned, feel free. I also want to state that this is pure opinion and by no means supposed to spread hate towards anything? It's your world, if you wanna draw your werewolves like the Sims 4, who am I to stop you? THIS IS MAL OUT! AND IF YOU'VE READ ALL OF THIS YOU'RE SOMEHOW MORE UNHINGED THAN I AM CURRENTLY. (I MAY MAKE A PT 2 AS I DO HAVE MORE THOUGHTS AND MENTIONS TO MAKE.)

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Deflowered - Muzan x Reader (Revamped)

The next story remake on this list features the smooth criminal himself. Do people still call him Muzan Jackson, or is that a dead joke? Ah, who cares? Enjoy the story!

A couple of months have passed ever since Muzan spared your life and took you in as his significant other. You knew he was a demon, but for some unknown reason, you've grown to have a huge liking for him.

So much so that you wanted him to make you more than his significant other.

You were sleeping in your bed, shifting side to side as you were whimpering in your sleep as you were dreaming of something so erotic.

"You want this, don't you? You want to be marked and claimed by your king, shooting my seed inside you as I make you my wife?" he whispered in your voice as he slid his finger up and down your folds.

His voice sounded like it was purring like a big cat, you could hear the gravel in his voice when he whispered to you, and that made your toes curl a little. "Y-Yes, Muzan... P-Please..."

"Please, what?" he said as a smile started to form on his face seeing how submissive you were to him. "P-Please... Make me yours..."

He softly chuckled as he says, "Anything for you, darling." and started to suck on your neck. You felt his canines graze your skin, making you whimper a little. As he was rubbing your slit, he started to unbuckle his belt with a his free hand.

He yanked his belt off and unbuttoned his pants, and pulled his pants down, revealing his erect shaft. He stops rubbing you as he mounts on top of you, and caresses your cheek as he says, "Get ready..." prods your hole, and slowly moves his hips forward.

You softly groaned as your eyes began to open, you looked around to see that you were still in your room, and that the dream was over. You lay your head back down on the pillow as you thought to yourself, Muzan... what are you doing to me? You're a demon... let alone, THE demon... and yet, I'm catching feelings for you...

You then took the comforter off and sat down at the edge of the bed, looking down at the floor as you were reminiscing about the dream you had. You softly gripped the bedsheet with both of your hands and you exhaled through your nose as you stood up off the bed, and opened the door.

You only had your nightshirt on as you softly walked through the hallway barefooted, hearing the sound of your soles sticking to the wooden floor.

You then arrived at his door, and softly knocked on it to see if he was inside, but you heard no answer. You knocked a littlr bit harder, and still nothing.

You look at the doorknob, and slightly hesitated to grab it as your hand started to shake. You slowly breathed into your nose, and out with your mouth as you grabbed the knob, and twisted it, and opened the door.

"M-Muzan?" you softly spoke as you peeked through the door to see that the room was empty. There was a bed, a desk, and a couple of papers on the counter next to a couple of vials.

You slowly walked in and looked around the room, coming to realize that it looked surpisingly nice. You walked up the counter and decided to read some of the stuff he wrote.

One of them piqued your interest, it was a letter that had your name on it. What the... you picked it up, and unfolded it as you read it.

You intrigue me,

From the very first moment I met you, you've done nothing but make me curious of your entire existence. Why do you intrigue me so? What makes you so special among all those other worthless human, nothing but mere cattle for a near perfect being such as myself. Yet you... Is it your beauty? Have you casted some spell on me or seduced me in some way? No, it's clear you haven't. You're so painfully soft and yet, somehow, I hold a strange fondness for it. You yourself remind me of a Lily of the valley. You're personality seems so pure, you are always so joyous, sincere, loving and in some ways or one, lucky. You intrigue me, (Y/N), yet I wish not for that intrigue to fade.

Kibutsuji, M.

The sound of your heart beating in your ears we're so loud, you thought they were gonna burst.  You put the paper back on the counter, and turned around to see Muzan standing behind you.

It felt like your heart stopped for a moment, as you were looking at his blood red eyes. "How was the letter?" he says, snapping you back to reality. "U-Um... It was good..." you said to him, scared about what he was gonna do next. "I-I'm sorry for being here, I was looking for you so I could tell you something, b-but, I'll go back to my room, and forget this even happen." You said as you were walking away from him, when suddenly you felt his hand touch your right shoulder.

"Tell me." he said behind your ear, and your body went a little stiff. You could hear the purr of it, just like in your dream. You slowly turned around to face him, and said, "I-I... had a dream about you... "

"What was it about?" he questioned you, his arms crossed together, and he waited for your answer.

"I-It was about the two of us together... We were both cuddling and you... y-you..." your face was turning red as you were too embarrassed to say the next part.

Muzan walks closer to you as he grabs your chin, and caresses your cheek. "You can say it."

You grabbed his wrist as you continued, "You... started to kiss me... Not only that, you were touching me... spot down there... A-And once you'd stopped... you took your pants off a-and..."

You then felt Muzan's finger touch your lips as he looked at you with a smirk on his face as he said, "I love you, too, my darling."

He then wrapped his arms around you as he lowered himself to your face and kissed your lips. Your eyes widened as he proceeded to pick you up with little ease, all while kissing you.

He turns around and walks to the bed, and puts you down on it. He started to deepen the kiss as you felt his tongue slowly twirling against yours. Whimpering as you felt him touching your cloth-covered body.

He stops kissing you as he says while touching you, "Do my hands feel rough on your body, or do you like them the way they are?"

"I-I... like the way they are... Y-Your hands... they feel... s-so rough, yet so gentle on me..."

He then lets out a soft chuckle as he says, "I don't want to hurt my partner when I show them how much they mean to me," he pecks your lips and continues, "Especially when I have genuine feelings about them." and kisses you again.

You let out a little groan as he kissed you, and then you felt his free hand run up to your arm, and lock his hand with yours. His hand felt a little boney compared to yours, but yet it felt like his hand had some muscle too.

His hand that was touching you though, started to go down to your legs, and he grabbed the end of your nightshirt, and slowly started to pull it up, to the point to where he revealed your whole body.

You blushed as you both stared at each other as Muzan said, "Do you want me to reenact what happened in your dream, or do you want me to treat you better?"

Your thighs softly rubbed together at the thought that Muzan could do better than touching your spot, so you nodded and said, "Treat me better, please."

He then smiled, and he kissed your cheek. He then started to go lower as he kissed your chin, and your neck, and started to make a line of kisses down your body until he kissed your inner thigh, and wrapped his arms around both of your thighs.

He then looked at you with a smirk on his face, which made you flustered as you covered your face from embarrassment. He then chuckles as he looks down at your untouched lips, licked his lips, and begins to lick yours.

You gasped as you felt his warm tongue lick you down there. Your back softly arched from the texture of his tongue, and moaned from the feeling of it touching your slit.

"M-Muzan..."

He smirks at the sound of you moaning his name out as he continues to lick your slit. He then started to suck your bead, and twirled his tongue on it, which made you moan even louder than before, but then you quickly put your hand on your mouth.

He stops and says, "What are you doing?" You sat your head up, and removed your hand from your mouth a little as you said to him, "I... Don't want to be loud... someone might hear us..."

"Oh, darling... No one is gonna hear us. So please, don't be afraid to let out your voice." He said as he kissed your slit.

You slowly removed your hand away from your mouth, and your heart was beating in your chest as your breath was trembling, and you softly gripped the comforter of the bed.

His smirk formed into a smile as he went back to sucking your clit, making you whimper again as you laid your face on the side of the pillow.

He then took his index, and middle fingers, and slowly started to finger your insides. It didn't help either that he was licking your clit in the process.

Your muscles felt so stiff, your toes were curling, your breath was hyperventilating, your heart was beating rapidly, and your knuckles were turning white. The pleasure was overwhelming to you, it felt like your brain was being overstimulated.

"Muzan! I-It feels so good!" You whined out as you were hiccuping and your breath was trembling. Muzan didn't say anything, but inside he was proud of making you feel like this.

Muzan then closes his eyes, and defided to suck on your clit again, but he decided to take his index finger out of you, and traded it in for his ring finger.

And what felt like white noise in your brain, he started to move them rapidly, making your entire body surge with a state of euphoria. You put your hands on his head as you stuttered out in ecstasy, "D-Don't s-stop!" as you felt closer to your climax.

Muzan did what you asked, and proceeded to suck and lick on your clit, all while fingering you in a rapid pace until you couldn't hold it in any longer.

"I-I'm!" You muttered out as Muzan moved out of the way and took his fingers out as he watched you ejaculate, watching your juices spray out of you as it some of it went on the floor, and the bed.

Once you finished, it felt like your body shut down as you were exhausted from finishing, your muscles would occasionally twitch, and you would let out the sound of a yelp as you lie dead on the bed with the pillow covering half your face.

Muzan sat down next to you as he caressed your hair, and cheek as he said, "That's a good girl..." with a smirk on his face. "S-Stop... I feel too sensitive..." you whimpered out as Muzan responds to you, "But you look so adorable like this. Vulnerable. Tired. Lustful." he then gets to your ear and whispered in your ear, hearing the cat-like purr in his voice as he says, "Do you want to satisfy me too?"

You look at him, and Muzan backs away from you as you were struggling to sit up due to your muscles feeling weak after your climax. You got on your knees as you wrapped your arms around his neck and laid your head on his shoulder as you said to him in a feeble tone, "I do..."

He then smiles and whispers in your ear again, "Then lay down, and let me make you feel special." He wrapped his arms around you and lowered you back on the bed as he stood up off of the bed and started to unbutton his black long-sleeve shirt.

He took his shirt off to reveal his tone, muscular body, along with huge scars that covered his body, and arms. Scars that looked somewhat fresh, but in reality were there for a very long time.

He notices you staring at them, and walks up to you as he says, "Give me your hand." and you comply. He grabs your wrist, and pulls your hand closer to his body as he lets you touch his scars. "This, was caused by someone who nearly killed me. I still get flashbacks thinking about that night..." he says as he thinks back to the day he almost died to that long-haired swordsman. To this day, he couldn't believe how easy it was for the swordsman to trumatize him, and how easily he would've died had not he ran away.

He shook his head as he said, "Now's not the time to think about that. I want to make this all about you." he cupped your cheek and kissed your lips.

He then mounted on top of you and then began to suck on your neck, licking it, and gnawing his fangs on your skin. He whispered in your ear, "Are you ready?"

You then touched his chest as you looked into his eyes and said, "I've been waiting for you to say that... Yes, I am." Your hand slowly goes down his abdomen, and to his pants. You softly pulled on them, and Muzan chuckled.

He grabs your wrist and says, "Patience, my dear. Let me do it." you look up at him, with his cat-like pupils staring back at you, and then you let go. He then unbuckles his belt, and yanked it out of the belt loops.

He then pulls his pants down to reveal his shaft to you, and seeing fully erect, pulsating in front of you. It's blood red tip, and its pale white skin, made your slit throb a little. He then crawled up to you as he kissed you, making you elicit a moan from your mouth.

As he was kissing you, you felt his shaft grazing against your lips, which made your body receive a little shock throughout your body. "You feel so wet... is that your way of telling me how much you want this?" (Y/N)'s face blushed out of embarrassment as she didn't want to admit it, but she was taking an immense amount of pleasure from this.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you won't forget about this moment." Muzan said as he propped himself up, and grabbed his shaft to line up to her entrance. He prods his rod up against her hole as he felt her slowly gripping him in. "P-Please don't tease me any longer, Muzan..."

His mouth was gaped open, but he formed a smirk on his face as he lowered his face to yours, closed his eyes, and kissed her. And to top it all off, he slowly moved his hips inside her, slowly filling your insides.

She whimpers from the feeling of his rod slowly stuffing her as she clamps down on him, and embraces him as she locks her arms and legs around him. Muzan saw this as a sign, and started to move his hips as he thrusts in and out of your hole.

The muscles of her arms and legs coiled as she moaned inside his mouth from the heavenly stimulation of his fat cock rubbing her insides. He then stops kissing her lips, and started to kiss down on her body instead. Her chin, her neck, and her clavicle, were treated diligently as he was giving her what she deserved.

A string of saliva stretched between them both as Muzan slipped under (Y/N)'s arms and sat up as he grabbed her waist, and began to move his hips like a piston. (Y/N) arched her head back when she felt the in​con​sol​able amount of bliss that she was undergoing. The feeling of his hips moving at a breakneck pace, made her body feel so feathery.

"M-Muzan..." She reverberated his name with every thrust he did, your voice would violently tremble. He lets out a moan, that almost sounds like a growl as he then looks down at (Y/N), and wraps his hand around her neck. She puts both of her hands on his forearms as she croaks out his name, "M-Mu... zan..."

He forms a sadistic smile on his face as he spoke to her in a malicious, yet hypnotizing tone, "You like being controlled by your king, huh? You like my cock tainting your pure, pink walls?" He said, as he softly tightened the grip on your neck.

(Y/N) looks at him and despite having a cruel-looking smile, his eyes had a sense of love and care behind them. "I-It f-feels good, Muzan..." she hoarsely said to him, having a smile on her face. He got close to her face, and said to her, "Open your mouth."

She then does so and he said, "Stick out your tongue." which, she complied. He then stuck his tongue, and his saliva started to leak at the tip of it, and slowly down to yours. Once his saliva touched your tongue, both of their tongues were twirling with one another as they both were exchanging saliva from the kiss.

He then stops as he looks into her eyes and says, "You're mine, you hear me? You belong to me, and only me, you got that?" And she nods again. Her eyes started to flicker as she started to feel lightheaded from Muzan choking her. He then let go of his hand around her neck, and had a mini coughing fit as oxygen started to go back to her brain, and lungs.

Despite doing that, he kisses (Y/N)'s head as he utters the words, "I love you." to her, making her heart flutter with love, and hunger. He then goes under her neck, and opens his mouth as he started to lick her, getting a taste of her soft, felic​i​tous complexion, before he bit it.

She made a loud gasp, than transitioned to a trembling moan as she closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around his body, and head, and let him bite her. The feeling of his teeth nearly puncturing her delicate skin, all while thrusting his hips, and hitting every spot of her womb, made her enter a state of eternal bliss.

He makes the sound a growling moan as he started to sink his teeth deeper, as he started to thrust his hips faster at a blistering rate as he felt his shaft twitching inside (Y/N). However, (Y/N) began to whimper again, but not from him sinking his teeth deeper into her, but from the feeling she was getting from her abdomen. It started to feel tighter, like an entire vice grip was choking her body as her toes began to curl, and her breath started to hyperventilate.

"M-Muzan..." (Y/N) plead in a high pitch tone as she felt the vice snap as she felt a tsunami of relief as she sprayed, and creamed all over Muzan's shaft and pelvis. Her body was twitching and sensitive from overstimulation as she was enduring the feeling of him pumping his shaft inside her. Her arms slid off of him as her body was bouncing from his thrusting.

His breathing started to sound more heavy and sonorous as his thrusting started to become more sloppy until he makes a sudden stop, and lets out a quivering exhale as he felt himself finishing inside her. (Y/N) let out an atrembled whimper as she felt his warm, sticky spunk filling her womb.

Muzan stopped biting down on her neck, and leans back to see an imprint of his teeth on her skin, which made him form a huge smirk on his face. A sense of pride that filled his body with happiness. He then kissed it, and then lays his head next to yours as he grabs your chin, and pecks (Y/N)'s lips. "How was that, darling?"

All (Y/N) could do was pant as her body was still recovering from the action you both prosecuted. She wrapped her arms around him, and once he was about to take himself out, she said, "N-No... stay inside me, p-please..." making Muzan configure an astonished expression on his face, but compiled nonetheless.

He wraps his arms around you, and pecked your sweaty forehead. "I love you... Muzan..." (Y/N) said, sounding extremely fatigued as her breath was still trembling. Muzan strokes her hair as he said to her, and the most soft-spoken tone you ever heard him in, "I love you too, my sweet princess..." and kisses her forehead one more time as he watches her sleep.

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04-01-24 - Well, that's another remade OS in the books, still got a few more to go, but the way I'm doing is new story, and then a remake. Hope you guys like this one, and until next time,

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Yandere!Loki x Cat!Male Reader Chapter 1

what happens when you want to make a catboy fic but also a more serious fic but dont want to write two fics? this is what happens. This was also a little test for me to see if I could find a way for catboys to be serious in some way.

warnings : blood (quick mention), themes of memory loss, mention of murder/death

Names used : Y/N, 'cat burgeler', 'little thing', 'little one', 'pet', 'sweet pet'

vaguely spicy, theres tension but no one is touched in that way.

Read over by me and corrected with the help of an app.

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You don't remember much of anything before your time as a thief really. You remember being a child but there is such a large gap in your memory. Like it had all just disappeared. Besides being young, all you know is that you were cold and alone and discovered rather quickly that the stars, as beautiful as they are, were not a kind place. So you found your own place among the dark, forging your own life when no one would lend a hand. You knew enough of your existence before your thieving began to create some sort of life before all this. You knew you were from Midgard, you knew you liked the music from that planet and you knew that killing came easy to you which probably meant something not so good but you didn't like to dwell.

None of that was important right now. What was important was that you had a job to do. Recently you had struck up a deal with an anonymous buyer to infiltrate the trophy hall of Odin and bring back a treasure. This statement was rather confusing, usually, people want something specific, but after some prying, you found out it was simply because the buyer wanted to gloat about having something from Odin's halls. This would be difficult. Difficult for someone who wasn't you, that is. You managed to slip your way into the castle easily enough and once at the doors to the hall there were no guards. Immediately something felt off and the hair on your neck stood upright and your fur bristled. Your ears folded back and pressed against your head but you pushed on, pressing your palm against the door, claws out and ready to strike. Standing there, just down the steps was Odin himself accompanied by the guards you presumed were intended originally to sit outside the door. "Oh for fucks sake" You huffed, rolling your eyes as the All-father stood calmly, staring. His lack of anger frightened you somewhat. "Did you not think we would see you," Odin spoke, voice echoing. Your tongue rolled over your sharp canines and you avoided the All-fathers gaze. "Well I knew it was a possibility but you didn't seem to at first.." you huffed before carrying on. You dragged your hands down your face, claws now retracted. "I should have seen this coming" You groaned and Odin hummed "Yes, you should have." You shot him a quick glare. "If you go without a fight we will discuss your sentence and perhaps give you more mercy. The only crime you have currently committed is breaking and entry and while you may have intended to steal you have yet to. " Odin stated and you thought about it for a moment. After a moment of silence you gave a wicked grin, baring your teeth like a snarl, your pupils thin slits and your claws out and sharp as ever. "Go big or go home I always say." You snap and rush toward the two guards. Quicker than they can blink your hand is wrapped around the wrist of the guard on the left, twisting and causing him to yelp and his hand to tense into a claw, dropping his spear which you gladly took. A little too focused on the first guard, you held the spear like an axe over your head but before you can swing it the second guard cleanly punches you in the face. You gasp, dropping the spear and hunching over, holding your face as bruises already begin to spring up along your cheek and blood begins to leak from your nostril.

"I think that's enough of that." The All-Father calls out and reaches out, gripping the scruff of your neck, leaving you to dangle helplessly while the guard you had previously attempted to fight pulled your hands from your face and put cuffs on your wrists. "We have no more empty cells, your liege. Where should we put him?" The second guard asked. Odin hummed. "Put him with Loki, give my son some company. I also fear anyone else may simply kill our cat burglar. " The guards both snickered at the comment and you rolled your eyes as you were ushered out of the hall.

You didn't speak a word as you were dragged to the dungeons, barely even looking up from your feet. Your mind did wander though, to this 'Loki' fellow. You had heard the name, obviously, he's a God, and from what you heard he wasn't half bad looking. You'd never say that to him of course.

When you finally came to the cell, you still didn't look at anything but the floor, not even a glimpse at your new roomie, far too embarrassed over the whole situation. "We are going to open this cell. If you try anything, your sentence will be doubled. Got it?" The guard to your left spoke. "Of course" Oh my. That was certainly a voice. Silky smooth and deep with the tiniest rasp on certain letters. Gorgeous. Your ears flicked up for just a moment but promptly folded back down to fain being uninterested. Loki chuckled and you had to swallow, hanging your head completely down with your mouth slightly agape. My God, if this was his voice what was his face like? You heard a 'shiing' and stumbled ever so slightly as you were guided into the cell, immediately whipping around to glare at the guard both out of anger and also to avoid looking at the man you'd be staying with for a little longer. You kept your eyes on the men as they left, slowly taking steps back from the yellow sheen of your cell's borders. You took another step, then another, then another- warmth pressed against your back and you tensed, practically growing an inch as you straightened out your back and turned, stumbling away from what you bumped into. Green eyes gazed down at you like daggers, beautiful, beautiful daggers. A small gasp escaped your lips and you took another step back. Loki's hands were folded behind his back and he took a step forward, leaning slightly closer. "And who might you be, little thing?" He hummed and you felt yourself melt. You blinked quickly, shaking your head and rubbing your face. "Stop that." You huffed and glared up at Loki with a stern expression. Loki tilted his head, eyes narrowing in confusion "Stop what? Asking for your name?" He hummed curiously and you rolled your eyes, swerving around him to move around your shared cell. He turned to follow you with his eyes. "No, I know about you. You're all magic and tricks and shit and clearly, you're trying to use one on me. " Loki raised an eyebrow "I believe you are simply paranoid. " He stated bluntly and you huffed. "Now, I asked you a question. " The God said and you finally answered, "You can call me Y/N." You stated, finding a place to sit in the corner of your cell, knees to your chest and tail curled around you. There was a moment of silence before you heard Loki's shoes tap against the smooth floor, coming closer to you. He crouched beside you, his legs slightly spread and arms resting over his thighs. "What?" You spoke. "Look at me," He said. You did not. Before you could protest he reached out and grabbed your jaw in his frigid hand, turning your head for you. You felt heat rise to your cheeks but if he saw he ignore it. "I've never seen something like you before." Your face may be held towards his but you kept your eyes away. "Eyes on me," Loki said, low and commanding, and for some reason, you couldn't help but do as you were told. The minute you held eye contact your pupils widened as if to take all of his beauty in they had to grow in size.

"Look at that" Loki whispered breathily, almost praising. "A minute ago they were thin as paper. " He commented before continuing. "You are a Midguardian but... you are more than that. What are you truly I wonder?" Loki muses before letting go of your face and sitting beside you as though nothing had happened. You turned your head to look at the floor in front of you and your pupils became slits once more. "Curious. " Loki hummed beside you and you groaned. "I'm not some pet to observe Loki. " You huffed and Loki let out another warm chuckle that caused warmth to burst throughout your chest once more. "I cannot help but observe, pet" Your cheeks flush at the nickname but you groan to fain annoyance.

"I see the flush of your cheeks, little one. " Loki hums and stares, you can see him doing so from the corner of your eye. You hum and shuffle, turning your back to the God. You gasp, tensing as you feel Loki's index finger run over your spine, starting low and rising. His hand found its place in your hair. You opened your mouth to protest but your words were silenced by fingers running through your hair, scratching at your scalp. Before long purrs rose from deep in your throat and you began to go limp. "That's it.." Loki cooed lowly, using his other hand to guide you from your curled position to instead lay your head in his lap.

"Sleep, sweet pet."

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One Hell of a Love (Book 1) Chapter Six

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Six: One Hell of a Ripper

Summary: Jack the Ripper's identity is revealed, and a battle of supernatural beings begins.

            “How is it?” said Ciel, sitting on his bed in his nightshirt as (Y/N) and Sebastian reread the case papers.

            “No matter how many times we reexamine it, the answer remains the same,” said Sebastian.

            “The Viscount couldn’t have been involved in yesterday’s case,” said (Y/N). “It would have been impossible for him or anyone in his household.”

            Sebastian nodded. “Of those with proficiency in the medical arts, connections to black magic or cults, and who lack an alibi at the time of the incidents, Viscount Druitt is the only one who fits the profile. But it would be impossible for him to have committed the last murder.”

            “Does that mean the investigation was just a farce, then?” said Ciel angrily.

            Sebastian smiled impishly. “I am one hell of a butler, so I am faithful only to that which my master has ordered and asked of me.” He threw the papers up in the air. “Under one of your orders, I am to be your pawn and your sword. So, please, Young Master, move me into check.”

            “What lead do you have?” snapped Ciel.

            (Y/N) grinned, sharp canines flashing. “We have a link between victims.”

            “And we know who will be next,” said Sebastian.

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            “He’ll come if we hang out here, won’t he?” questioned Ciel, dressed in a pauper’s clothes. They stood at a street corner under the cover of darkness, awaiting their murderer’s arrival.

            “Yes,” said Sebastian, a long coat on to disguise his butler’s suit.

            “It is true that among the prostitutes that were killed, there were other similarities apart from their organs having been removed,” said Ciel.

            (Y/N) nodded, wearing just a plain black dress instead of a maid’s uniform.

            “Beautiful, shimmering black hair,” said Sebastian.

            “But why did he need to kill them?” murmured Ciel.

            “That allure which could even be called sinful,” said Sebastian.

            “And I—”

            “That wonderful softness,” sighed Sebastian. “Ah, that wonderful softness.”

            “Listen when someone is talking to you!” shouted Ciel, glaring at Sebastian as he cuddled one of the street cats that had flocked to (Y/N).

            “I apologize.” Sebastian held the black cat close. “I was simply so taken with its rare beauty that…soft.”

            (Y/N) crouched by Sebastian and scratched under the cat’s chin, smiling at it. The cat purred and relaxed in Sebastian’s arms as (Y/N) pet it.

            “You still like cats,” said (Y/N) as the cat pressed its forehead into their arm.

            “Yes,” said Sebastian, looking at them.

            (Y/N) blinked, and they paused in petting the cat. Before they could say anything, a scream pierced the air. The cat bolted away, and Sebastian and (Y/N) stood.

            “There shouldn’t have been any way for someone to go through!” said Ciel.

            “Let us go,” said Sebastian, and the three rounding the corner to the dead-end street.

            Ciel threw open the door of the house at the end, and a fleck of blood hit his cheek as his eyes widened. Sebastian put a hand over his eyes and pulled him back as the moonlight illuminated the torn apart body of the prostitute within.

            Sebastian smirked as a figure emerged from the house, hand still over Ciel’s eyes. (Y/N) cocked their head, ready for a fight. “You’ve splattered it about in a rather lavish way, have you not, Jack the Ripper?” remarked Sebastian. “No. Grell Sutcliffe.”

            Grell, glasses and clothes covered in blood, stammered, “N-no, this isn’t…I rushed here after the scream, and it was already too…”

            “Do you really think you can act innocent looking like that, Grell? Death follows you like a cloud,” said (Y/N), eyes flashing.

            “This is the first time we’ve met someone like you in the human world,” said Sebastian.

            “You played your part splendidly,” said (Y/N). “But we know what you are.”

            “ ‘Splendidly…’ ” repeated Grell. A grin split his features, and his teeth were sharp as knives. “Really?” He pulled the bow from his hair. “I’m an actress.” She removed her glasses. “Quite an exceptional one at that.” She pulled a comb through her brown hair, and it turned a vibrant red. “But you aren’t just a normal Sebastian or (Y/N), either, are you?” She removed her contacts to reveal green and yellow fluorescent eyes and placed on false eyelashes.

            “It’s the name I was given by the Young Master, so I am Sebastian. For now,” said Sebastian.

            “I’ve grown fond of the name ‘(Y/N),’ ” said his demon counterpart.

            “My, that’s quite the subservient personality you have, Sebastian,” said Grell, putting on red glasses. “However, I suppose that’s also splendid in a handsome man such as yourself. And (Y/N)…such independence! Lovely for a person such as yourself. Well, then, Sebastian, (Y/N) —No…Bassy and (Nickname)! I will introduce myself anew! I am the Barnett family butler Grell Sutcliffe. As a fellow servant, please treat me kindly.” She blew a kiss to (Y/N) and Sebastian.

            The demons bristled in awkward disgust. They were not expecting this from a supernatural being, that was for sure.

            “My, I finally get to meat you without a disguise,” sighed Grell. “I was quite surprised to begin with as it was the first time I’d seen a demon act as a maid or butler, let alone two demons work together.”

            “I think that’s our line,” said (Y/N), putting a hand on their hip. “We perform any job required of us. Your kind…You’re supposed to act as a neutral being between gods and humans. But here you are, acting as a butler. Strange job for a grim reaper.”

            “Indeed. Shall we say for now that I fell in love with a woman?” said Grell with a smile.

            Ciel tensed in Sebastian’s arms. “And that woman is?” asked Sebastian gravely.

            “You know that without even asking, don’t you?” said a new voice.

            Ciel pushed Sebastian’s hand away from his eyes as all three watched Madame Red step out from within the house.

            “Madame,” greeted Sebastian.

            “This was beyond my expectations,” said Madame Red. “To think that there would be people able to see Grell’s true nature…”

            “You were on the preliminary suspect list, of course, Madame Red,” said Ciel. “However, your alibi was perfect.”

            “You even suspected me? Your own aunt?” Madame Red’s eyes softened slightly.

            “If the individual was capable of becoming ‘Jack,’ blood relations had no bearing,” declared Ciel. “It was impossible for any human on that list to be involved in all the incidents. However, if the accomplice were inhuman, then that would change everything. If they were able to get into a room within a split second without us noticing and move from the Viscount’s home to the East End in an instant, then ‘Jack the Ripper’ could be none other than Madame Red and Grell Sutcliffe.

            “Among the victims of Jack the Ripper, there were other connecting factors,” continued Ciel. “They all underwent specific surgery at the Central London hospital where you work. Among the list of patients we compiled, the only one who had not been killed was the one living in that room, Mary Kelly. We knew that if we loitered around, you’d be sure to show up. Though we could not save her…”

            “This is so unfortunate, Ciel, my adorable nephew,” sighed Madame Red. “If you hadn’t noticed, we would have been able to play chess again. However…this time, I won’t give anything up!”

            A roar echoed through the alley as Grell revealed a strange metallic weapon that spun a blade. She slammed it down at Ciel’s head. Sebastian was between them in a moment and grabbed the metal slab the blades spun around, bracing against the attack. (Y/N) kicked Grell and sent her backwards before she could get closer.

            “What is that?” questioned Ciel.

            “Reapers have a tool they use to prey on people’s soul,” said Sebastian. “It is a Death Scythe.”

            “Don’t give it a lame name! I took so much trouble to customize it! I call it a ‘chainsaw!’ ” said Grell excitedly. She smiled darkly. “It’s able to shred any substance that stands in its way. Only I am permitted this Death Scythe.” She pouted. “I was playing nice for so long that my skills have grown rusty. It’s been a while, so I want a good workout! Wi-th yo-u tw-o!” She blew a kiss at the demons.

            “No, thank you,” said (Y/N), nose twitching in annoyance.

            Sebastian’s eye twitched. “Can you refrain from making such repulsive comments?”

            “Ah, how stoic!” squealed Grell. “You two really put me over the edge!” She sighed dramatically. “You know, I love the color red. Hair, clothes, even lipstick. Red is my favorite color. That’s why I gave those ugly tramps a makeover with their beautiful red blood. Sebastian, I’ll make you into an even more appealing man. I will carve you down to your inner depths, scattering that beautiful rose-color everything.” She winked.

            “And darling (Nickname)!” Grell sighed dramatically. “I so wished to have seen you in a red gown at the ball! You were absolutely delicious in black, but I would kill to see you in red!” She grinned and winked at (Y/N). “And I suppose I will!”

            (Y/N) furrowed their brow. “I’m—”

            An irk mark appeared on Sebastian as Grell shamelessly (and strangely) flirted at (Y/N), and he interrupted, “Reapers are those who should peacefully hunt down souls heading for death.” He took off his coat and draped it around Ciel. “Butlers are those who should obey their masters like loyal shadows. Your poor taste, which violates both of those ideals, quite simply sickens me.” His gaze darkened.

            Grell grinned. “Oh, my, Bassy! Even so, I am a deadly efficient butler!” She posed dramatically.

            All supernatural beings have one thing in common—dramatics, thought (Y/N). They smirked. But that just means I get to have some fun.

            “On behalf of Her Majesty and by my own sullied name, I order you,” said Ciel, pulling his eyepatch off to display his contract mark, “Dispose of them!”

            Sebastian’s eyes flashed fuchsia. “Yes, my Lord.”

            “With pleasure,” said (Y/N), smirking.

            “Ah, splendid!” Grell jumped forward and swung her Death Scythe at them. The two demons dodged back as she attacked. “Yes! Flee more! This is terrific, Bassy, (Nickname)!”

            Sebastian and (Y/N) dodged to the side as Grell swung at the wall, and Sebastian landed, but in a moment, Grell was behind him and swung down again. The slash forced his back into the wall as he grabbed the chainsaw to fight it back.

            “See? If you don’t run fast, you’ll be shred—!” Grell yelped as (Y/N) kicked her away from Sebastian.

            Grell pivoted and slashed at (Y/N), who ducked away. Grell stood between Sebastian and (Y/N) and Ciel and Madame Red. Behind her, Madame Red slashed a dagger at Ciel, who jerked back as his arm began bleeding. She had him pinned against the wall with her hand around her neck.

            “You should have never been born!” cried Madame Red, raising her arm to stab down.

            “Young Master!” shouted Sebastian.

            He moved instantly, and Grell swung at him. He didn’t stop as the chainsaw ripped through his shoulder and blood flew through the air. Sebastian was behind Madame Red in a moment, ready to rip her to pieces while (Y/N) moved to engage Grell so she couldn’t go after Sebastian. Their eyes trailed to Sebastian’s injury in worry for a moment, but they focused enough to grab Grell’s chainsaw before she shredded (Y/N) as well.

            “Stop, Sebastian, don’t kill her!” cried Ciel.

            Sebastian’s hand stopped a few inches from Madame Red’s head. The dagger fell from her hand as she stumbled back.

            “Sebastian…” said (Y/N) as they saw him pant and hold his injured shoulder.

            “My, Bassy, you’re so daring!” chirped Grell even as she pressed his chainsaw down towards (Y/N). “Even at the cost of an arm, you went to save that kid. And (Nickname), darling, oh my! Your determination to keep me from both is so admirable! Such fire!” Grell forced the chainsaw closer, and (Y/N) pushed back, rolling to the side to avoid the blades, even as it tears at their skirts. “Look at yourself in comparison, Madame. Hurry up and get rid of that kid!”

            Madame Red covered her face, crying. She gazed at Ciel mournfully. “My beloved sister…My beloved…Their beloved little…I can’t. I just can’t. I can’t kill this child.”

            “What are you saying after having cut up all those women?” questioned Grell. “If you don’t get rid of that kid, you’ll be the one who’s disposed of.”

            “But this child is my—!”  Madame Red coughed as the chainsaw burst through her chest.

            Ciel, Sebastian, and (Y/N)’s eyes widened. They hadn’t expected the betrayal.

            “I am so disappointed, Madame Red,” said Grell. Madame Red coughed up blood as she fell back. “I have no interest in you if you’re just like all the other women!”

            As Madame Red fell to the ground, her memories began to pour out of her body in strips. A faint memory appeared in (Y/N)’s mind.

            “This is…” they said.

            “The memories played back to be judged on the list of those who are scheduled to die by a higher power,” said Grell. “That is the job of us Reapers. What kind of human they were, what sort of life they led…”

            “In other words, a flashback of their life?” said Sebastian.

            “My, do stop it with all those horrible, old-fashioned names,” said Grell. “The Cinematic Record. This is the true power of the Reaper.”

            The memories of Madame Red swirled around the group. They saw her grow up to love the former Earl Phantomhive and mourn his choice in his sister. They watched her marry a man and become pregnant. They saw her life crash to pieces once more in a carriage accident that lost Madame Red her husband and child. They watched Madame Red lose her sister and her sister’s family to flames. Madame Red lost her mind to grief over her own lost child as prostitutes requested abortions from her. Madame Red become Jack the Ripper to punish people in the same way she had been—with death and loss and pain and that deep red that stains all it touches.

            Grell sighed as the memories finished. “I loved you covered in the blood of others, Madame Red.” She ripped off her grey coat and let it fly away. “To think you were such a ridiculous woman! I’m so disappointed. You have no right to wear red.” Grell pulled Madame Red’s scarlet coat off and pulled it on herself. “The cheap show is now over. Goodbye, Madame.” Grell sighed and turned away, clad in red.

            Ciel reached out and closed Madame Red’s empty eyes. “Sebastian, what are you doing? I told you to hunt down Jack the Ripper. It’s not over yet. Don’t stand around. Get rid of Grell.”

            Sebastian looked at Ciel in surprise before smirking. “Understood.” He turned to (Y/N). “Join me for some fun?”

            (Y/N) grinned. “Why not?”

            “I was going to spare you, but if it’s your wish, I’ll send you there, too,” said Grell. She turned on (Y/N) and Sebastian with her chainsaw roaring. “Both of you will go to Heaven together!”

            Sebastian ducked, and (Y/N) flipped up. “Heaven?” chuckled Sebastian as he dodged behind Grell. “That has no hold over us.”

            “I’m afraid we come from quite the opposite place,” said (Y/N), grinning as their eyes flashed fuchsia.

            (Y/N) leapt at Grell from below, and Sebastian kicked at her from above. The reaper barely dodged and glared at the demons.

            “You just aimed for a lady’s face, didn’t you?!” she cried.

            “I am one hell of a butler,” said Sebastian, smirking.

            “You’re the one who wants a real fight,” said (Y/N).

            Grell scoffed and smirked. “Do you really think a demon can win against someone who is like unto God?”

            “If the Young Master has told me to win, then I shall win,” said Sebastian.

            “I love a good challenge. Sebastian can tell you I love nothing more than proving just how good at my job I am,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “Even if you are demons, if you get destroyed by a Death Scythe, you’ll be well and truly gone, you know?” remarked Grell. “Aren’t you scared?”

            “Scared?” (Y/N) smirked. “Grell, I’ve been to Hell and back. What is there to be scared of from you?”

            Sebastian grinned darkly beside them. He supposed there were some reasons to be attached to them.

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[thebestofoneshots]

LILLY!! i cannot explain how much i love this series!!! like i have always wanted a fic with a fox as an animagus because that’s mine!! my favorite animal was a fox growing up and i did the little quiz tests stuff and its always been a fox, so i’ve claimed that among my friends! and the fact that the guys call her “vix” and “vixen” is so freaking cute

i’ve just started reading it and i can’t put it down! it’s a fantastic piece of art and writing!! i love it and cannot wait for more!! hugs and kisses 🫶🏻

Art made by AI

Hey darling! I really wanted to write something where readers really become part of the group, which I feel sometimes doesn't fully happen. Of course, she had to have an animagus!

And then, well, foxes are also my favourite animals (My mom was tired of watching Disney's Robin Hood because I would quite literally finish it and then repeat it, nonstop for days, it was my favourite movie ever no joke).

Now, I did consider going for a different animal, even bigger animals like a a tiger or a panther, but even though I love big cats (they're so pretty and fierce), I thought the idea of having her be smaller, and also a canine could be an interesting plot point in the story (wanted to make that love puppies joke lol).

So in the end, I decided to settle for a fox, besides the last name Vixen was so cute in my head, must admit I was scared it came off too much like an insult rather than an endearing term (English is not my first language and course words don't quite hit the same). Which is why it is reassuring it was well received, personally I think it's too cute.

Also, you just called my writing art (இ﹏இ`)/♡

Thank you so much, darling. Hope you continue enjoying the chapters to come.

Read Gilded Constellations

Ps. Decided to add the family portraits bc they're just too cute for me to handle.

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[downtofragglerock]

Thinking about how the matoran universe doesn't really have dogs really has me ruminating on what recognizable animal groups are present among the rahi population of the mu

So there are over 160 species of rahi that we canonically know about, there are definitely countless more, but we don't know about them, and I've sort of been cataloging which apply to real world animal groups

Let's start with what caused this rabbit whole in the first place, Order Carnivora.

Surprisingly, analogues to this group are pretty nonexistent in the mu. Waikiru have the honor of being the only confirmed pinniped in the mu, as does the Ash Bear for being the only seemingly present ursine

Canines technically do exist, but the confirmed members seen are the energy hounds, which due to being made by the great beings instead of the makuta and are pretty associate with the oomn, probably aren't all that common

And then there's the Kavinika, which is described as "wolf-like"

To that statement I must ask: who looked at that model and thought "yeah that looks like a wolf". That is a fucking flightless bird.

Felines actually have the most representation of the order, with the Muaka, Rock Lion, and Shallows Cat. Interestingly, they all seem to be big cats, being a tiger, lion, and panther respectively, meaning, as far as we know, smaller cat species or even house cats do not have analogues in the mu.

As for groups like the mustelids and hyenas, there's seemingly nothing.

This is only the tip of the iceberg, so expect more of these.

#bionicle #rahi taxonomy

[stillflight]

I feel like... a lot of people, and a lot of therians, don't really understand cladotherianthropy. They know the definition because it's in all the glossaries and alterhuman dictionaries but they don't actually read about first-hand experiences of cladotherians and how our identities actually function. Beyond the definition.

This got away from me a bit so I'm putting a cut.

Cladotherianthropy, for a very large swathe of us, does not actually entail "identifying as every single species in a clade." I mean, it does, technically, but folks see the definition and think "oh, so like, a canine cladotherian equally identifies and labels themself as and has shifts of as literally every species of canine down to the most specific and obscure. So if someone is every kind of canine except a red fox, they can't call themself a cladotherian." And on a purely practical level, that's not really how it works for a lot of us.

I am a Musteloidea cladotherian, and when I say that, people leave with the impression that I somehow juggle the shifts of all 89 extant musteloid species without getting overwhelmed, that I feel like and identify as and like being called all 89 competing labels equally, and there is not a one among those 89 that I feel like "less" than the others and especially not one I don't feel like at all. Because that's not what the dictionary definition says.

My musteloid identity is not 89 distinct little fully formed theriotypes. It's more like a big shape. I am a big, fluid, shifting shape of musteloid vibes, musteloid shifts, musteloid instincts, and musteloid identities. It spreads out and encompasses the whole clade, but that's why we have the word "cladotype" -- it's not 89 theriotypes, it's one, one animal. There are definitely, absolutely some species I don't really identify as. Most cladotherians would admit the same. It's a wide net but it's not gonna catch every fish in the sea. Example: I'm not really a kinkajou. (That's a type of procyonid, raccoon relative, for the uninformed.) Don't really have kinkajou shifts, don't really like the label as much as I like others I identify with stronger, don't really see myself as one or feel like one the way I feel like a raccoon or a coati or ringtail cat. I'm still a cladotherian.

I see variations of this question asked all the time: "I'm a [big cat/fox/echinoderm] cladotherian, but is it ok if I don't feel like I'm a [lion/Tibetan sand fox/cyrtocrinid]?" Most cladotherians have a few or, depending on the size of their clade, possibly many species they don't identify as or at least as much. If the fox cladotherian was every fox except a Tibetan sand fox, what are they supposed to do? Have 36 theriotypes? No, they are welcome in cladotherian spaces, they always have been. This even goes for if they only identify as 20 fox species -- if they feel like their kintype is cladistic in nature, they do not have 20 fox theriotypes, they have 1 fox cladotype.

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[kicktwine]

i have been rotating your ffxiv specbio in my head for several days so if you don't mind my asking, would you be willing to elaborate on some of the specbio for miqo'te and lalafell, if you've not done so already?

OF COURSE im gonna focus a bit more on miqo since the main points of lalas were in that doodle 

first of all: miqote would be lesser cats — unable to roar, but able to hiss and purr and chirp and yowl! and they do, do this, often. baby miqo are constantly mewling and chirping and crying, and that’s where a communal child rearing culture comes in handy, because you would not make one parent deal with a very needy (and blind for a month) baby alone. Adult miqo use vocalization for emphasis, along with gesture and expression. They very often express two emotions at once while in conversation with their words/expressions and body language, which makes understanding others’ intentions harder for them. Ex: sad tail, angry ears = upset, happy tail, angry face = teasing, angry tail, angry hands = furious. They might get confused if there’s no tail to denote teasing. Tails are used for balance And emotion, ears are used for listening and emotion, etc, sometimes more so than facial expression, which can sometimes look inexpressive to those who haven’t taught themselves how to emote communicatively among other races.

They are fuzzy all over! like my friend izutsumi. Sun cats are usually less furry, having only translucent-to-tip colored fuzz but some moon keepers can get VERY furry, like Maine coons. It tends to be longest on the forearms, ankles, back (like a cheetah ruff, some miqo have a line of long fur going down to their tail. Whole body Mohawk), and stomach trail, and shortest on the face, most having only peach fuzz up there. Fur length can vary no matter the miqo, and fur pattern also varies - unlike cats, stripes or spots will sometimes color the skin as well. Prominent fur patterns are pretty rare. Please do not shave your miqo’te, it was a bit more popular a few years ago and it turns out it can lead to very patchy or ingrown coats that require shaving for the rest of ever. They have rough tongues and they have brushes and combs, they can take care of their fur, and sometimes other miqos’ fur. Grooming, though, is either for baby or for people you’re close with. Babies are scrungly.

My friend Izutsumi vv

Miqo can digest raw meat, but it’s really more of a you can eat tree bark if you’re lost in the woods situation. The correct thing to do is bring the hunt back home, so everyone can cook and eat. They are not obligate carnivores, but their systems need more meat than a hyur would. They have non-retractable claws, and every miqo has fangs, though sun seekers tend to have bigger chunkier fangs and moon keepers thinner and longer canines. It has to do with the size/type of their prey. 

They also have slightly looser skin like a cat. This doesn’t really mean they have wrinkles all over, it means they’re a bit stretchy? They can wriggle their naturally lithe bodies into weird positions to climb and run, and if you give a miqo a mochi kiss it will look like a cartoon. Older male cats (mostly, but it can happen to anyone) will often develop tomcat jowls as they age, and it’s basically balding for a cat in the societal sense, because miqo don’t bald with age. Their fur gets scraggly (but there are hairless cats out there). It’s often considered attractive! Some families consider it a sign that the cat is getting too old. 

Miqo’te can see in the dark, and have a reflective layer in their eyes. moon keepers are very adept at darkvision, having near perfect vision at night, and have a little trouble in bright desert sun, while sun seekers have to deal with vastly reduced color perception at night and have pupils that can go very thin to block out sun. Their cheetah face marks help with this!

Lalafell, too, have a difference in eye biology across their species. Only dunesfolk have a thin third eyelid, to repel sand while keeping their eyes open, while plainsfolk have eyes that work similar to a sun seeker. No layered eyelid, just a vertical pupil. All of them have tapetum lucidum. 

Also, last point for fun, lalafell stay the same size from 8 years old to 100 years old, and before then they’re about the size of a small hedgehog (baby) to about the size of a kinda small Lala (3-8). A point of annoyance for elezen, who stay the size of a child until they’re 20 or so and then have the worst growing pains in history at a point where complaining about it is less acceptable than getting mad as a kid because your legs hurt. The reason you don’t see very many baby lala is the same reason you don’t see many baby pigeons. You either do and don’t realize it, or they’re VERY SMALL and bundled in blankets or sitting at home and not in the city. A good way to tell if you’re talking to a ten year old or a thirty year old Lala (aside from their intelligence and mannerisms) is by looking at their ears. The tips will darken with age — young lalafell will have light colored ears, sometimes with white fuzz, mature lalafell will have dark ear tips. Good to know for bartenders. 

Baby lalafell also have sharp needle teeth. Much like baby miqo, roe, and au ra. Unlike those three, the sharp teeth go away. They’re helpless pink beans when they’re newborns, they will not hesitate to bite you if you bother them too much. 

#ask #starlit-warren #ffxiv #my art #your early 20s as an elezen are considered. kind of a rebellious snappy period in your life but this is highly influenced by the fact that #you hurt ALL THE TIME and you have to go to work #anywys! I talked about cats for a long time— #miqo also have whiskers but they’re more like. dog whiskers. they don’t do that much and aren’t as sensitive and you can cut them #maybe less important than dog whiskers even #and their ears elongate as they age too; that’s just a thing that happens. they swivel and move much easier as an adult #roegadyn/au ra have needle teeth as kids and then a bunch of sharp teeth as an adult miqo have needle teeth as kids and fangs as adults #lalas have them as babies and grow out of them (like egg teeth; pretty fast) and everyone’s mothers deserve awards for dealing with this #specbio

[palaeonecromancy]

Happy Fossil Friday!

Who: Smilodon

name meaning: "two-edged knife" "tooth"

pronunciation: Smile-oh-don

What: Saber-toothed tiger, though not really a tiger at all. The Smilodon was not related to tigers or even to modern day cats. While they hail from the same family, Felidae, saber-toothed cats diverged from the ancestors of modern cats about twenty-million years ago (dates may vary among sources).

When: Pleistocene

Where: Americas

Fun fact!: There are suggestions that the discovery of Smilodon fossils was one of the inspirations for the chupacabra. There were theories that the long, curved canines protruding from the skull might act like straws, sucking the blood from unsuspecting goats.

Why are they cool?: Unlike modern big cats like leopards and tigers, the Smilodon was probably ground bound, lacking a long tail required for balance and unable to climb trees or perch on high branches. This didn't mean it wasn't a pro jumper, able to conceal itself in vegetation and take down prey with small bursts of energy. An excellent ambush predator.

Image Credits: (Left: Sergei Ostankov, Right: Smilodon fatalis Skeleton Stock by LEXLOTHOR on DeviantArt)

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