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wangxianficrecs · 9 months
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Letters along a River by Ilona22
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Letters along a River
by Ilona22
M, 19k, Wangxian & Lan Xichen/Jiang Yanli
Part of the MDZS Reverse Big Bang: 2023
Summary: They met at the stairs leading to the Cloud Recesses and when days spent together lead to a tentative friendship, letters lead to more. Meanwhile, trouble grows, quietly creeping along in the realms of politics and the supernatural. Kay's comments: Ah, another delightful story by Ilona! Here we have an animal shifter canon-divergence, where Wei Wuxian is an animal of prey, who are discriminated against by the predator shifts, and wasn't allowed to attend the lectures. He still managed to meet Lan Wangji and the both of them become pen pals and friends. They grow closer as they attempt to solve a case, the Jiang Sect falls victim to in-fighting as they attempt to matchmake poor Jiang Yanli with everyone, but in the end, all works out beautifully. Such a sweet story! Excerpt: It was a good opportunity, since shifting in Lotus Pier was fraught. It was his home, it should be safe, but... The Jiang were a noble clan, and as such, a variety of predators – mostly birds of prey and water animals. And that set off his instincts. It was better around his fellow outer disciples, he was acquainted with them well enough to have his instincts recognize them as friendly. But among the inner clan, not all people read as such to him. Speaking off, while he had not been allowed to go to the Lan lectures, since Madame Yu had been completely opposed to letting an unrelated prey shifter be part of their representation, some of his closer friends had been sent. He should send them a message at the town he could see through the widening gaps in the trees, to set up a visit on his way back. Surely, the Lan would not mind him stopping by. And Jia Yun and Han Mengxi could probably use some light company after having to carefully watch their manners for three and a half months now.
pov alternating, canon divergence, shapeshifters, no sunshot campaign, animal traits, animal transformation, fox lan wangji, pika wei wuxian, epistolary, friends to lovers, different first meeting, case fic, lan xichen/jiang yanli, happy ending, jiang family dynamics, arranged marriage
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idrawgaystffs · 1 year
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Got a book from a friend of a hundred art prompts and ended up with a little doodle of harpy!virgil from @sanders-creatures-au for “angel’s wings”,
I always really like(d) the comic series and it’s so neat that there’s a remaster in the works, so check it out!
He has the high ground and is gloating about it, heh
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greyshadowfaux · 2 years
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Life with Wolves
Lambert: Brings bones to bed and buries them under the blankets.
Aiden: ‘What- Lambert no! That’s disgusting! I have to sleep here!’
Geralt: Cocks leg by the front door.
Aiden: ‘Urgh, why?! What is wrong with all of you?!’
Eskel: His leg kicks of its own accord when Geralt nuzzles him.
Aiden: ‘Alright that’s kinda cute.’
Aiden: Sits on the dinner table, licking himself.
Vesemir: ‘What the fuck?’
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wyntereyez · 1 year
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The Mermaid and the Codfish
Some time ago, I was asked how I’d tackle a soulmates AU.  I thought about it, and decided it would be an animal shapeshifter thing; soulmates can change into the same animal, but until they meet their soulmate, they’re stuck in a half animal form.  This proves to be very awkward, and I kinda love it.  This is going to skip around a bit as I cover various bits of OUAT canon.
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The bird woman takes Emma’s order, and Emma spares her a smile.  The waitress returns it as best she can with a mouth that was half beak; her animal half was a near perfect division, her right side human and her left covered in brilliant blue Macaw feathers.  Her massive left wing sags with only a right arm to act as counterweight. When she leaves, her feathers brush against Emma’s hair, and her dining companion frowns.
“They really shouldn’t let someone like her work here,” he says disdainfully.
Emma struggles to keep her smile plastered to her face.  Her date is completely human; he’d found his soulmate years ago.  And yet here he is, on a date.  Having a soulmate didn’t guarantee loyalty.  She absently rubs at her legs through the elegant slacks; her scales have begun to itch. 
She listens to him prattle on about his favorite subject - himself - for a little while longer, before springing her trap.  And when her skip inevitably runs, Emma is in hot pursuit.  Her legs may have been ungainly, more suited to water than land, but she is accustomed to them.  It was only a matter of time before she’d caught her skip.
Her peers may call her ‘fish legs’ behind her back, but Emma Swan always got her man.
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There are no soulmates in Storybrooke.
When she’d arrived with Henry, she’d assumed at first she was only meeting mated citizens.  But after a few days, she’d noticed no one had animal traits.  Either everyone in Storybrooke had met their soulmate, or she’d found a town full of the rare few people who didn’t have one.
Like Neal.
Perhaps the town had been founded as a refuge for those without soulmates?  It could explain Storybrooke’s oddness.  She tried asking Henry about it, only to be met with a blank stare.  Henry was too young to develop soulmate traits, so he’d been blissfully unaware of how impossible the town was.  But how had he never heard of soulmates?  Emma showed him her calves, how they were covered in fine scales that had to be moistened twice a day, showed him the delicate fins that were her feet, and freaked him out when she demonstrated how her legs had more joints than a human leg.
He’s horrified, then fascinated.  “It’s part of the curse!” he exclaims excitedly.  “Don’t you see? If everyone could find their soulmates, they could break the curse on their own!”
Emma smiles indulgently.  If only there was a way to magically suppress soulmate traits.  She’d give up hers in a heartbeat.
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The curse breaks.  
Emma suddenly has parents, a fairytale couple her own age who turn into a magnificent stag and doe.  Mary Margaret - Snow White - studies her, searching for the soulmate traits she hides so carefully.  
“I’m sorry, Emma,” she says, her voice full of sympathy.
Emma stares at her blankly.  Now what was she sorry for?  She’d already apologized for abandoning Emma, not that that meant anything.  Emma understood, but it didn’t fix anything.
“You must have lost him so young,” Mary Margaret continues.  “Henry’s father, I mean.”
Oh.  She thinks Neal was her soulmate.
Emma doesn’t have the heart to tell her she’d fallen for someone who was destined to be no one’s mate.
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The blacksmith has the head and torso of a fish.
Emma almost laughs hysterically.  How does that even work?  Wouldn’t the flames dry him out? How can he wield a hammer with a fin?  This doesn’t make sense.  Nothing makes sense.
Especially not how a cowardly blacksmith (with a voice and accent that sends a little thrill through her) could have scales that match hers.
Emma’s not the only fish woman.  There’s someone else out there for the blacksmith.
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He’s Captain Hook.
At her threats, the cowardly blacksmith becomes a cocky pirate, and somehow, his voice becomes even more seductive despite coming from a fish’s gaping maw.
And suddenly Emma gets it and doubles over laughing.
“Codfish!” she gasps out.
His eyebrows - because, somehow, the fish head has eyebrows, though not a waxed mustache - raise up, before furrowing into a scowl.  “I have been called that, yes,” he growls.
They negotiate, if threatening with dismemberment by ogre can be considered negotiation, and Hook agrees to take them to the beanstalk.  Emma volunteers to climb with him.
The more he speaks, the more Emma can’t decide if she wants to kill him, or if she’s starting to like him.
Answer: she likes him.  A lot.  But he’s a villain and can’t be trusted, even though her instincts say otherwise, so she leaves him to Anton’s care while she and the others escape. 
She hopes the giant is a man of his word.
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He follows them.  First to Storybrooke, then to New York.  And Neal.
Emma sees Neal glance between the unconscious Hook’s fish head, then down at Emma’s concealed legs, and he scowls.
Emma suddenly has the horrible thought that maybe Neal had taken up with her because he’d suspected she was Hook’s soulmate.  She doesn’t think Neal was that cruel, but it seems she doesn’t know Neal as well as she’d thought.
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Hook discovers her secret in Neverland.  She was in desperate need of water, and Hook had taken her to a pool he’d assured her was safe.  He’d left, and she quickly strips off her pants and dove into the water from a rock that conveniently hangs over the pool, sighing as it takes effect on her dry legs.
She loses track of time as she swims laps, as adept in the water as a fish, and is surprised by Hook sitting on the diving rock.
“So you’re a little mermaid, are you?” Hook smirks.  
“So what if I am?” she demands defiantly.
He shrugs.  “Do you mind if I join you?  You’re not the only one who dries out.”
Emma’s not naked, and she understands his pain better than anybody.  “Go for it.”  She turns her back on him and languidly swims another lap.
Hook isn’t so graceful.
He can swim, yes, but his head and torso are awkward, and his legs seem tiny in comparison.  So instead sits in the shallowest part of the pond, occasionally ducking his head under.  Tired from her exertion, Emma sits beside him.
He turns, great unblinking fish eyes meeting hers.
“Do you even remember what you looked like?” she blurts out.  He’s looked like this for hundreds of years, and Emma can’t contain her curiosity.  What must it be like to be trapped like this for so long?  She wouldn’t have been able to bear it.
“I seem to remember being devilishly handsome,” Hook says, voice a low purr.
“You were a teenager.  You were probably pimply and awkward,” Emma teases.
Watching a fish pout is wild.  
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It happens outside Granny’s Diner.  While everyone is still inside celebrating, Emma is sitting in the dark with Killian.  He’d traded his ship for her, his home, and no one has ever cared so much for her before.  And…she cares for him, too.  She leans forward, her lips brushing that rubbery fish flesh, when she feels a tingling in her legs.  Suddenly, the persistent itching vanishes, and her legs feel more solid than they had in years.  And, beneath her lips, she feels the scrape of a beard.  She draws back, opens her eyes, and gasps.
Oh.
Oh.
The face that looked down at her was roguishly handsome, with piercing blue eyes lined in kohl, a short, dark beard sprinkled with ginger, and dark, messy hair.
Killian Jones flashed a devilish grin that only made his face more handsome.  “Like what you see, Love?” He was cocky, but there was an uncertainty behind it.  Hundreds of years since he’d seen his face, he’d said.
”Yes,” she breathes, then moves in to kiss those very human lips.
~fin~
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verfound · 1 year
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(Old) Ficlet: Called Out (MLB, Alya/Nino)
Rating: General Audiences
Characters/Pairings: Alya Césaire, Nino Lahiffe; Nino/Alya
Summary: “And once found, how does a fox announce that it has claimed a mate, Mademoiselle Césaire?”  A wicked idea began to form in her mind.  She could feel the fox imbuing her as her eyes slid over to Nino.  She ignored their teacher calling her name, her lips curling back over her teeth as she opened her mouth…
Author’s Notes/Warnings: I wrote this YEARS ago.  Back when we were just getting the leaks that Alya and Nino would be getting the Fox & Turtle and we had no names for them.  It was loosely set in another, longer fic I was working on, and I wasn’t going to post this one until I posted that, but that one was Adrien-having and I’m not sure I’ll ever get around to finishing it.  At least without major rewrites/tweaking.  I still kinda like this silly little idea, and it really does stand alone, and I’m tired of it sitting in my Upload folder.  Sooo…hey, have something non-Lukanette?  😂  (I’m pretty sure I wrote this before we met Luka.  That’s how old this is.  Back before Alya and Adrien annoyed me as much as they do.  😂)
“Called Out”
Alya was restless.
It was a consequence of the Fox Miraculous, Trixx had told her.  Where her feet had always itched to a certain degree, eager to be on the trail of the Next Big Scoop, becoming the Scarlet Fox had only made her itching feet worse.  Especially on a day like today, when the sun was shining and the air was crisp with the coming winter.  Her body was practically thrumming with the need to transform and race along the rooftops.
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trolldollinoveralls · 3 months
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fellow freaky little creechurs :
if u had a tail what would it look like ??? why ?? would it make u feel cute ?? how would it move ??
ive just been thinking abt the concept for a bit and wanted to create a space where anyone else (18+) could share or reblog to talk abt their cute little animal traits 👉🏻👈🏻 if u feel like it ofc
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i think mine would be long and velvety , kind of ratlike without the fleshy feel to it .. instead more of a soft felt texture all the way up until the last foot or so in which thick n soft hair would be growing . lionesque appearance ? (sprouting from just above my butt as if my tailbone were bent outwards and continued , of course) with like a thinning/thuckening effect (akin to a happy trail) as it gets down to the tip where its fluffiest :0
i think it would suit me best , not too fluffy and less air resistance so i can be quick widdit .. i also think itd pair well w little angel wings so it works (•̀ω•́)✧
id have control over it for the most part , but itd behave a lot like a cats tail , flicking and twitching in response to touch , and swaying in response to how im feeling .. i couldnt be looked at without being compared to the likeness of an imp or succubus/incubus of sorts with the way it flicks side to side when im being witty or teasing . id play n fidget with it when im nervous .. and when im happy or excitable , itd sway about behind and above me , exposing my little butt .
would it be hard to keep urself from petting me down my back til u reach the base of it , firmly squeezing and in turn , tugging a whimper from me as well ? as soon as u realize how sensitive it is , how much danger would i be in ? lol
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gothfoxx · 1 year
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joojaedan · 8 months
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My fav trope 💆🏻‍♀️
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pinkjunepeanut · 2 years
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Where’s the Beauty in this Beast?: Chapter 4
It proved to be the easiest thing to do… nothing. Simply sitting on his hunches and waiting passively for the tension to die down between the two canine-like types, and for realization to dawn on the tiny creature that he meant no harm. It seemed to be working, the little male’s brows knitting together in confusion at Sonic’s behavior, before amber eyes widened a second later. Red-violet fur peeked out from behind the stone and cautiously tip-toed closer, visibly ready to sprint if the need would arise.
Although excited at his progress, Sonic steeled himself and resisted any temptation to greet the creature again; that reaction would only be his downfall. Tentatively walking closer, the small creature stopped about a foot away and curiously warbled another line of nothingness. Sonic frowned at the garbling but sensed the meaning through the little one’s tone and voice. Pulling his ears back and smoothing out his fur, Sonic stooped down and rumbled softly, making sure to hide his fearsome fangs from sight. The small creature tilted its head slightly before baring its stubby canines and beaming happily. Enlightened by this accomplishment, Sonic’s tail happily wagged behind him, the whirlwind stirring up swaying grass, and he leaned forward to sniff his new acquaintance. The bubbly little male laughed at the touch and gently shoved Sonic’s muzzle back a few paces, still giggling to itself.
An energizing warmth swelled in Sonic’s chest that trailed down to his speedy tail and he panted excitedly, happy to have changed the little guy’s mind of him. Little guy? He paused from his playfulness and perked up, gazing at the rising sun poking over the horizon and the light encompassing such brilliant beauty. That same warmth seemed to have spread throughout his body and now was basking him in its heat, a sudden new awareness taking place in his mind all the while. By the time the light and warmth dissipated from his body, thousands of questions came tumbling through his mind, more specifically… What just happened? He peered down at his form and was surprised to see his original cobalt fur coating his body, along with peach arms and a tan stomach painting his features. His brows knitted together again. “Wha—” He felt for his throat in alarm. He could talk again. What the heck was going on?
“Um… e-excuse me… Mister Monster Guy?”
Sonic peered down at a much clearer version of the stranger he was just interacting with. Indeed, it did seem to hold certain dog features, a Chihuahua hybrid of some sort, with maroon fur and tufts of white fluff coating its underbelly, tail, and hair. Like he witnessed before, fairy-like wings were jutting out of its back, and on the center of its chest… Was that a green stone? Sonic rubbed his head at the new information and looked back at the awaiting stranger. Clearly it had said something from before and was waiting for a response. Embarrassed at the predicament, Sonic scratched the back of his head and chuckled, “Sorry, little guy. I couldn’t get the last part you said. Mind repeating that?”
The little chihuahua blinked at him, hearing Sonic’s true voice for the first time, but then shrugged it off. “I was wondering how you did that. That was amazing!” It was clearly a he, with the scratchy tone in his voice, and the ball of fluff jumped into the air, beating his wings incessantly and flying around Sonic from all directions, his mouth going at blinding speeds. “First you were with those teeth! And those claws! And then BAM! You’re now a… a…” He halted his chatter, clearly trying to find what to call Sonic.
“Hedgehog.” Sonic scratched under his nose lazily. “Sonic the Hedgehog.”
“Sonic, that’s a cool name! I like that name!” The little guy pumped up a fist in mid-flight and then looked back at Sonic curiously. “But how did you do that changing stuff?”
Sonic suppressed a sigh and placed a hand on his hip, “Honestly, I have no idea.” He off-handedly muttered, “but I hope I don’t go through that again…” His friend cocked his head at that. Sonic turned back towards him, “You got a name?”
The maroon fella frowned in thought till looking down in worry, contemplating over something. “Hmmmm… huh?” He jumped in alarm, “what IS my name?” He dropped to the ground and started running in circles. “AHHH! I don’t know! I can’t remember!”
Sonic was taken back by this news. Can’t remember? Does that mean… He hoped he was wrong, but only one way to test that theory. “You forgot who you are?” He had run into amnesiacs before, Shadow being the most popular, and adding another one to the list was not something he was looking forward to. The Chihuahua’s little nod was all the confirmation he needed.
“Yep. I remember something falling from the sky…” He reenacted the scene, quite clumsily, and continued, “and everything just going all white… and then nothing! I can’t remember a thing past that!” He sulked in defeat, clearly troubled by his dilemma.
Uh oh, did I fall on him? Sonic sweat dropped. It was bad enough when someone lost a sense of who they were, but to be the one to cause it? This couldn’t possibly get any worse. His thoughts were interrupted by the poor amnesiac again.
“Oh, MAN, what am I gonna do?! What CAN I do? Where do I go from here?!” He was flying in every which direction, talking to almost any innate object (or Sonic) around in his panicked state. “What’ll I… Oof, I’m hungry.” He fell from the air like a sack of potatoes, Sonic’s quick reflexes being the sole savior for the little guy. Catching him with ease, Sonic chuckled to himself.
Reminds me of Charmy. He hadn’t spent much time with the Chaotix in a while, but just spending a day at the trio’s HQ can prove how much of a handful Charmy can “bee.” Looking on the bright side, Sonic chose to be the voice of reason. “Hey, don’t worry! I’ll help you get your memory back.”
Amber eyes blinked owlishly at him in awe, and he fainted a smile, “Really? You mean it?” He leapt out of Sonic’s hands and plopped on his head, Sonic not minding at all.
“Absolutely!” He takes a couple steps, beginning his new quest. “I’m sure we’ll find somebody who knows you if we look around.” Though talking-dog-fairies might be harder to find.
A maroon-and-white- face leaned over his head and peered into his eyes with a wide grin, jumping off and resorting to flying side-by-side. “Oh, thank you! You’re the best, Mister Monster Gu—I mean, Sonic the Hedgehog!”
Sonic grinned at lifting his friend’s spirits and slapped five with him before looking out into the distance and spotting the towns from before. He glanced back at his flying buddy and jabbed a thumb in said direction. “Wat’ya say we check out that town then. There’s bound to be something they know, and who knows, good grub too!”
His companion excitedly nodded and seated comfortably on his head, holding onto his quills for support. “That sounds great! Ready when you are!”
And with that, the Blue Blur took off and without knowing, was on the start of a new adventure, one that would be changing him in many ways for the better.
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Thsc Animal-Human Hybrid Au
Heya, hope everyone is having a great day/night. This is a really simple Au now that I wanted to try out. Where everyone in Thsc are animal/human hybrids, ie. Humans have animal traits like the ears, tails, instincts and so on. Honestly, it a really simple Au mostly done for fun then anything else. Although, if anyone is interested, I can always try to delve more in depth about the Au.
I haven't figured out everyone just yet so the ones down below is the only ones I got at the moment. Some are subject to change later on as well in to other characters being added along the way. Any suggestions, ideas or etc. Are welcome here as I try my best to match them with animals that symbolizes them the most.
Character(s) I got at the moment: Henry Stickmin: Sheep Ellie Rose: Tiger or Jaguar Charles Calvin: Mouse or Bunny or? Sven Svenson: Dog Burt Curtis: Cat General Galeforce: Eagle Dave Panpa: Panda Rupert Price: Racoon or Porcupine
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friendbreakfast · 1 year
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ok so ive already talked about this with a friend a while ago but id like others opinions. maybe like, science side of tumblr? or like, pet/animal side of tumblr? dunno how its called but yeah, that.
so maybe im like, too skeptical to something thats actually really simple and i shouldnt be skeptical about but i always find it a bit iffy when people say certain dog/cat/animal breeds have a specific personality.
like even though animals follow their instincts way more than humans do (yes, i know we humans are animals too) and are just simpler creatures than us, it is STILL way more credible to me that each individual member of a breed has its own personality, and the "personalities" we see may be us pushing stereotypes on them or causing them to act certain ways due to how we treat them and then pushing that onto them as if it was BIOLOGY and NATURE
like so many stereotypes for dog breeds are like "this breed is EVIL and WILL bite you" which to me just seems like that particular breed is treated in more abusive ways so theyre more likely to have defensive and aggressive traits. it doesnt feel like an innate thing. i mean there are always examples of even the ones most considered "the most aggresive breeds" that are just, cute and cuddly and adorable, right?
but yeah, dunno if this makes sense or if i explained myself correctly and stuff??
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im trying to compile a list of animal traits i have/express/do and it is quite difficult(i have a bad memory and i know there would be a good amount of things on this list)
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greyshadowfaux · 1 year
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i can imagine lamb getting so excited about the bed that he does the little things that puppys do, like the tippy taps and the shaking and the excitement pee, just like a very happy puppy, before he jumps on it and rolls around
Lambert does all of those things, much to the amusement of the other wolves. He also hides things under Vesemir's pillow, and steals his dirty socks.
So long as Lambert isn't purposefully marking Vesemir's belongings, the old wolf finds Lambert's antics endearing.
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wasyago · 2 months
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deadpoolsmom · 9 months
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actually I have a second thought about eboy anime twunk slade and it’s that he’s so funny people complaining are just cowards.
this is Absolutely what a man who is definitely gonna lose to newbie superman, be divorced, dodge paying child support, and commit himself to inventing new levels of toxic parenting and beefing with teenagers forever looks like
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extrashortshorts · 6 months
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..or not
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