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[worldclassmenageriie]

Indie - 'Creature' Multimuse -- MINORS DNI --

OC Muses 

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Canon Muses: Little Suns (JTTW/LMK) Jeff the Land Shark (Marvel) [WIP] Stitch (Lilo and Stitch) Derpy (Kpop Demon Hunters) [WIP]

[worldclassmenageriie]

Curse her short legs! Since her tail couldnt support her weight anymore it made climbing a little more difficult.

Scrambling over a large log she decided to stop and just sit for a bit, looking up at the trees above her. "Maybe i should just stick to the tree tops...." The younger yaoguai mumbled to herself, but one ear perked up and shifted slightly back. Closely followed by her turning around and squinting in the direction Tarzan was hiding.

She opened her mouth to speak but then seemed to reconsider, trying again but instead of any human language---the simian one came out in chirps and Squeaks.

"Uh hello?? I can smell you ya know"

No she couldnt, the wind was going the wrong direction.

[dreamlightmagicgarden]

It was a monkey alright, good! Tarzan wasn't sure if he could take learning anything different about humans. People confused him much more than any animal in the jungle ever did. At leas this one was in familiar to him. Even if.... a monkey wearing clothes as an odd sight to see.

After some hesitation, the ape man came out of the bushes, walking on fours like his family.

— Sorry, it's a habit. I thought you were a person for a moment. — He explained. He couldn't tell that she couldn't smell him, considering he didn't have the same senses as other animals.

[worldclassmenageriie]

"And I thought you were a monkey!" She blinked at him, analyzing his gait and the fact he spoke to her in the simian language....with complete ease. "Ive never met a human that can speak this language before....whats your name? I'm Chūnhuā."

She hopped down off the large log, well fallen tree; not before checking the canopy above them though.

"Sorry if its a sudden question---but I'm guessing theres a resident leopard around here? I could smell some scent marks back that way." A jerk of her head past the direction Tarzan had come from. The smell made her instinctually nervous.

[worldclassmenageriie]

She assumed Abaddon had full control and the boys soul had passed on to wherever mortals went, when they died. This made...a surprising amount of sense.

"Ive seen few emotional displays more powerful or explosive than those of a distraught mortal child. I am not surprised the one in which you reside is no exception, since he is still present."

She made herself comfortable beside him as they talked.

"Why was he weeping?" The distinction between Abaddon and the boy felt important.

[gemscales-and-tea]

The binding of them went down to the soul, unfortunately for the child. Even if he desired to pass on, it just was not possible with the mark of their curse on their chest. But being trapped within his own body, well... it let to outbursts, of course. Abaddon hardly twitches when she settles next to him, still fiddling with the fabric as he sits there.

"He weeps for his family... the child desires to leave this coil just as much as I; like I, he cannot."

It has been three hundred years since Abaddon has seen Hell and equally as long since the boy has seen his mother or father.

[worldclassmenageriie]

Oh. That she understood. To be a child without a family, carries just as much grief as being a mother without her child.

"I understand his grief. I cannot weep, but I mourned my foal whom I lost for many centuries. My first son. Killed by men in a hunt. Still mourn for him. " She confided, watching clouds crawl across the sky before seeming to have a thought and pausing. Turning her head to look back at Abaddon.

"I do not wish to lose my little brother....but since a priest is the one responsible for such a binding....has the mortal woman considered finding a priest to undo it? Created by a priest, should have allowance to be destroyed by a priest, should it not?" It seemed obvious and likely something tried already, but seemed prudent to ask.

She truly didnt want Abaddon to leave, she enjoyed their talks and the time they spent together. But he wasnt happy amongst mortals on earth.

[gemscales-and-tea]

There is a twitch as her magic bleeds into his flesh, causing the blood to vanish and the skin to knit itself back together. Soon enough, one would think him never injured at all. His arm goes down and well... a sigh leaves him at the two questions. The first is not answered because it felt redundant but the second?

"It was the boy..." a hand moves to touch his chest, just over where the cross scar would be located, fingers fiddling with the material of his doublet.

"He still resides in here and sometimes his emotions... override my own."

[worldclassmenageriie]

She assumed Abaddon had full control and the boys soul had passed on to wherever mortals went, when they died. This made...a surprising amount of sense.

"Ive seen few emotional displays more powerful or explosive than those of a distraught mortal child. I am not surprised the one in which you reside is no exception, since he is still present."

She made herself comfortable beside him as they talked.

"Why was he weeping?" The distinction between Abaddon and the boy felt important.

[gemscales-and-tea]

Change is simply not the way of immortal beings and beasts. They remain static, untouched by the winds of time or the whims of Man and his machinations. It is not impossible but very improbable. Abaddon has endured strange changes that he does not understand, emotions he should NOT feel... and he is not sure if it is himself that feels it or the boy whom he possesses.

"...." there is a soft sigh from him before he willingly lifts his arm, better exposing the injury in his side.

"Very well... carry on then."

[worldclassmenageriie]

When his consent was given, she lowered her head. The shining horn adorning her brow gently pressing just above the injury and by the time she pulled away? As if it had never happened at all, other than damage to his clothing. "Another encounter with Mothman?" She guessed, quiet for a moment before speaking again.

"You were not well last I saw you, are you willing to tell me why?" He had seemed so distraught she had not questioned what was wrong at the time, but it felt...she wasn't sure. She had a much narrower range of feelings than men did. She had never seen Abaddon weep, before. Unicorns were not capable of tears, before then she hadn't thought Abaddon was either.

[gemscales-and-tea]

"Oh?" since when do his brethren allow themselves to be seen by other immortals? Most hid away from other beings, especially pure ones like Unicorns. Him? Oh, just mark him as curious is all. Legs swaying slowly back and forth, Dark Heart chuckles.

"Indulge me: Different how?"

[worldclassmenageriie]

"I am not entirely sure what is it, exactly. Though perhaps I simply do not possess the word for it. Perhaps it is something in your souls, that is different. I do not know much of demons...if you possess souls. That is the closest word I have to quantify the feeling." She paused, studying Dark Heart. Most found her gaze disconcerting if held in it for too long--though it was never something she seemed to remember.

"He is quicker to anger" That was a difference she noted.

[worldclassmenageriie]

"Hello, young one" The mythical beast crooned in that voice that chimed and sung like gilded bells. She pressed her velvety muzzle into the princess' hand with a luffing breath through her nose; raising it to nuzzle Azula's temple too for good measure.

Despite her coat being reminiscent of autumn leaves she always had spring in her shadow. Silver white and lavender shining in her coat wherever light hit it.

[nationforged]

— | | Hearing her unicorn - friend's voice made Azula start to smile . She looked at her , hand gently brushing her fur back with kindness . She told Zuko that she was real . . . This only confirmed the thoughts she held within the safety of her mind . For a moment , Azula was silent . Her thoughts decided what they wanted to say . She had many thoughts , but , at the same time , she had so few . It bothered her , but it was something that she couldn't dwell on .

She blinked herself back into reality . ❝ It has been too long . ❞ She replied quietly , ❝ My brother was beginning to question if you were truly real . I knew you were . He was . . . simply being Zuko . ❞

[worldclassmenageriie]

"Men are only men. They will only ever be simply men." The Unicorn supplied.

"I am as real as the moon or the stars, and we have always been." It was like she spoke in riddles, sometimes, but it was simply how unicorns spoke to mortal beings.

[gemscales-and-tea]

@worldclassmenageriie liked for a Dark Heart Starter

"Why do you follow me, Unicorn? I doubt I am preferred company."

Within the depths of his changed soul, he only hopes she cannot detect that very shift within his nature. Immortal creatures like themselves could sometimes tell... it was a neat little trick but inconvenient for him in this moment.

Turning into a squirrel, he scrambles up to the lowest branch of a nearby tree and then shifts back into a boy and sits down.

[worldclassmenageriie]

"You are intriguing, and unlike most I have come across." If she could tell something in his being had changed at its core, she didnt say so. That's not what he asked after all.

She looked up at him with a slightly canted head. "I have only met one of your kind before. And you are different from him."

[gemscales-and-tea]

The demon goes silent at that though the frown is something that stays upon his face. Unlike how he usually would, Abaddon does not lash out upon hearing a blunt truth. In truth, he was much the same as her in that regard: mincing words was not something they did often. Instead he sits there, thinking.

".... I detest it..." it is something he has to unlearn, dealing with being vulnerable, with being injured around those that are not his kind; even among his kind it was better to keep wounds to yourself.

"I detest how easily this body comes to harm... I detest this body. My own kind would have attempted to tear me to shreds, had they seen me like this."

A shuddering inhale and he brings his hand to the wound in his side, wincing slightly.

"It is... something I must adapt to."

[worldclassmenageriie]

"I know." A simple acknowledgement of his struggle and his pain, one she cannot and would likely never be able to fully comprehend.

"I would not allow that. I would kill, before seeing you come to harm in such a way." Having one of her kin willing to kill, to protect, was no small feat.

"To adapt is to change...change is not in our nature. It is no surprise it does not come as easily to us as it does to mortals. I will heal it, if you allow me" A simple touch of her horn would be enough to heal the wound, but she wouldnt, if he told her no.

[worldclassmenageriie]

@gemscales-and-tea "" It is not weak to let someone see you hurt.""

"Weakness is not tolerated in my kind!" his words are growled, the scowl deep on his face. Weakness was simply not possible among demons, not if you wanted to survive. "Injury is akin to failure."

"You are no longer amongst your own kind." It may have been blunt, even needlessly harsh, but her tone was one of calm. Stating simple fact.

"We are both immortal are we not? I do not see you as weak for baring injuries. You faced a foe, and survived. Sustained injury yes, but injury still means you survived which is its own strength. I am not weak for being wounded by Celaeno, you are not weak for your injuries now. Or letting your mortal family see them."

[worldclassmenageriie]

The little stinks! Blowing her coat in preparation for summer was always a bit of a pain but this year? She had little monkeys plucking the tufts off like a game as she was trying to take a bath! It didnt hurt but she made a dramatic show of gasping and turning toward them with a fake grumpy look on her face. "Stealing fur isnt nice!" Oh she was struggling not to laugh.

The Little Suns clearly didnt take her seriously either as they chittered and squealed with laughter, darting out of reach with the white tufts of fur held over their heads like victory flags.

[aedearly]

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.

[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?

[the-thread-of-muses]

"I dunno what you're talkin' about, I'm pretty sure that peaches are the best fruit there is.

[worldclassmenageriie]

"Oh absolutely not lychee are the best" The white-furred yaoguai stuck her tongue out.

[the-thread-of-muses]

"Weird way to say peaches there buddy ~ !"

[worldclassmenageriie]

Its not funny dont laugh even if it was the stupid kinda funny. "Maybe thats cause I didnt. Couldn't/pay me/ to eat a peach.

[the-thread-of-muses]

"I dunno what you're talkin' about, I'm pretty sure that peaches are the best fruit there is.

[worldclassmenageriie]

"Oh absolutely not lychee are the best" The white-furred yaoguai stuck her tongue out.

[worldclassmenageriie]

What Flower Represents You

[jamsmemes]

(     *     BARE BONES.

a selection of headcanon questions inspired by key bones in the human body.

skull.   what memories/thoughts do they guard the most from others ?

cheekbone. what makes them smile ?

mandible / jawbone. what are they incapable of saying out loud ?

teeth. what lasting mark do they leave on others ?

hyoid / neck. who taught them to speak up, or stay silent ?

clavicle / collarbone. who/what do they lean on when they're vulnerable ?

scapula / shoulderblade. what burden do they carry on their back ?

sternum. what makes their heart pound hardest ?

ribcage. who/what are they trying to protect ?

humerus. do they use humour as a shield or a weapon ? what from/to ?

radius. who/what do they reach for first in a crisis ?

ulna. who stands by them no matter what ?

carpals. what small habits do they have ?

metacarpals. do they ask for help or clench their fists and bear it ?

phalanges. what is their relationship with touch ?

spine. when do they lose their backbone, what scares them ?

pelvis. what future or legacy are they afraid/excited to be responsible for ?

sacrum. what sacrifices have they made ?

coccyx / tailbone. what outdated beliefs do they still carry, if any ?

femur. what drives them forward ?

patella / kneecap. how compliant/obedient are they, who will they kneel for ?

tibia. who/what keeps them moving forward ?

fibula. do they ever feel overlooked ?

tarsals. what past mistakes stick with them with every step they take ?

metatarsals. if they could disappear for a day, where would they run ?

[worldclassmenageriie]

"If I took stitch out you'd cover for me right? Mama Chun?" - Mei

Chūnhuā looked up from the watercolor painting she was working on in a mini sketchbook, eyebrow raised. "As long as there's no chaos or damage i have to fix then thats between you and mk, kid."