#ALSO LIKE I WANT MORE OF THE PATCH TRIBE

[bxtonpxss]

sk is so funny, cause I'm on mari's wiki page and

Born as the daughter of a fortune teller, she possesses slight psychic powers, yet she lacks Hao's ability of Reishi. Using latent telekinetic powers, she can manipulate puppets and psychically see into the future to foretell the time of people's death when she was only little.

[jjackdawed]

The Jade Winglet

you are welcome to use my designs as long as you credit me :)

design notes:

Moon is a dark almost greenish black color, and has a silver almost diamond shape on her nose and chest. Hatching under two full moons, she has a teardrop on the back corners of her eyes as a mark of her mind reading abilities, and a smaller front teardrop as a mark of a seer. She is remarkably large for her age, a trait she got from her father, but is still one of the smaller members of her winglet.

Not much about Winter's design. He is stocky, has clusters of darker scales on his face, a darker nose, and is remarkably shiny even by IceWing standards. He continues to wear the earring from Qibli, claiming he doesn't trust Darkstalker's magic to be entirely gone without it, when in reality he secretly likes the connection to Qibli and his winglet.

Peril is very large for a SkyWing, and is the tallest of the winglet. Shes very muscular and her scales are abnormally bright and shiny in comparison to the other tribes. She is almost iredescent in the sun and practically glows. She has VERY large, unblinking eyes that are a startling shade of blue (an eye color already uncommon in the Sky Kingdom) and is known for intensely staring people down without meaning to do so. Despite being firescales she is covered in small scars from brief nicks in battle before her opponents perished.

Turtle is very short and stocky in build, and is the shortest of the winglet as he carries himself very low to the ground. Hes very freckled and alongside the golden armband he wears gold stud earrings. His horns are twisted and almost silvery, a trait he shares with every animus dragon. He bares a striking resemblance to his ancestor Fathom, however he is shorter and stockier than he was.

Qibli is lanky and awkward in appearance, with long legs and a thin, gangly body. He is unkempt in appearence, with crooked teeth and freckles and scars covering his body from his rough up bringing in The Scorpion Den (the scar from Cobra being the two slashes on the front of his nose) and is surprisingly tall, taller even than Winter, but because of their differences in posture (Winter's being perfect to a T and making himself appear much larger than he is and Qibli's being nonexistent) he appears much smaller than he really is. Like all SandWing’s, he has a darker patch under his eyes to help with seeing in intense sunlight.

Umber looks very similar to Clay in appearance, with hazel eyes and warm scales. Unlike Clay, Umber is significantly smaller and thinner in frame and is covered in large freckles. He has a lighter patch on his chest, his ears are long and hang down, he has a long scar on his snout and neck, and his right horn has a blunted tip from the battles he fought in the war.

Like Umber Carnelian shares many scars from the battles she fought in the war, most notably being the chunk missing from her left ear and the several long slashes across her face. I like to think that had Carnelian lived longer and Umber remained in the winglet the two of them would’ve become close friends, and eventually Carnelian would’ve become protective of the other dragonets in her winglet.

I struggled getting Kinkajou’s colors right; i wanted to make her bright and include her iconic pink/yellow scales, but i wanted to make her less neon and have more believable tones down hues. I also wanted to include some orange and reds to show her more fiery side.

[cloveroctobers]

I know you’d kill | bo chow x poc!reader

A/N: I’ve been going back and forth deciding if I wanted to give writing for Bo a try and I’ve read a few up here that are real good so I thought why not? Sat down and ended up with this 🩶

WARNINGS: Reader is half Choctaw and black! Language, Bo & Grace are engaged, ignorance, hints at discrimination of interracial relationships & others trying to place you into one box while being mixed race, & I think that’s it?

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧

You knew he’d kill for you.

From what you could remember as a little girl, the small amount of time you spent with your imafo (grandfather) and the remaining tribe of your mother’s side of the family, you always remembered the stories of not being caught outside once the night fell. That there were blood feeders that roamed the earth when the sun tucked itself away. It wasn’t much different living with your auntie and uncle from your daddy’s side, who demanded you live with them once you were old enough (to be with your “true,” family), away from Neshoba county and out to Clarksdale.

When the sun went down, that also means you were meant to be inside. It’s one of the reasons your father was killed so young, you were nothing but a toddler then, him making his lengthy journey to you for your fourth birthday but the battery of his sister’s car cut off on him. You didn’t learn that suspected truth until some time after sixteen, always dreading birthdays for years to come for some reason.

There were always reasons.

“A pretty little thing like you shouldn’t be out here by your lonesome,” his voice drawled out from behind you as you stopped tugging on your leg that wouldn’t budge from being caught underneath a log.

You had no business being out here tonight.

Wasn’t even going to come out and didn’t even budge when Stack shit-talked you while you ventured off into the back of your auntie and uncle’s shop: Patch and Glitz to grab more fabric for the twins, hearing from behind the curtains that Bo was considering doing the honors of asking you to hang with them for a night to feel truly alive. “Nah, now you know it’s past her bedtime. Fuck you thinkin’? Ain’t your main lady supposed to be on your arm?”

“I dunno, maybe you should ask Mary which arms of yours she likes best. Oh wait…”

Which made Smoke smirk as he puffed on his joint, counting some bills. This was the usual banter between the two, although Stack was his left hand, his blood, Bo was also the best source of friendship, someone Smoke trusted, a real one that felt like family. They’ve been around each other since they were teens so a friendship like this wouldn’t just fade…even if it has been seven years!

You’re lounging on your side, your breathing hitching as your head turned over your shoulder to see Bo lurking in the dark. Right away you knew that wasn’t Bo, your Bo—if you could even say that, shit you still would, regardless of the fact that he was arranged to be wed to someone his family wanted him to be with.

Grace was her name.

Bo was yours first.

It was his eyes.

They weren’t that same dark chocolate warmth you glared over at when he tried to get you riled up, easily dodging your whacks and twisting up your wrist so they fit just right around his waist. Laughing into your face as he had you stuttering now.

His eyes were no longer warm, they were reflective like a flash of a camera before settling red. It was unholy to witness and you could feel a chill crawl up the back of your spine.

“Stay right where you are.” You hiss, still holding onto your throbbing leg.

Bo stood underneath the moonlight, appearing pale opposed to his natural olive tone. That same skin that melted just fine against yours once upon a time. He raises his hands but slowly starts to whistle, strolling forward and not staying put.

“What’s the matter TT?” He uses his nickname against you, referring to the way you always used to wear twin tails, “Weren’t you comin’ out to see me?”

You huffed, pushing at the log, as if you haven’t tried that before since you got stuck, “I was comin’ to see everybody and look where that got me.”

Bo hummed, “Took you long enough but you and I always secretly lived for some trouble.”

He walks over, making your heart rapidly drum like a ceremonial drum you always found yourself getting intranced with back in Neshoba. His hand briefly touched your shoulder, squeezing and even that felt cold against autumn’s Mississippi heat. Bo moves to crouch behind the log, peeking at your foot on the other side.

“Looks like that’s broken TT…but I can make it all better.” Bo peered over at you from underneath his lashes.

Growing tired you rest your bare elbow into the dirt. He revealed what you’ve already known, the sickening crack was the first thing you heard as you tried to escape this situation. The percentage of your odds were getting lower the longer you spoke with the shell of Bo Chow.

“I won’t ask on how you intend to do that,” you spit out, “But I already know my answer.”

Bo tilts his head to the side tsking, “Oh honey…I don’t need permission to take care of you. Especially now…but haven’t I always done that?”

As he says this to you, it feels as if the pain in your leg just shot up to your chest, where a single heart still beat in the night. “You’re not him anymore.”

Bo’s aware that you know.

Of course you did!

You’ve been afraid of the dark since forever. It was something that was probably instilled in you since you learned to walk. He knew you like the back of his hand and although he’s different now…he didn’t forget you. It’s your scent that brought him to you first, car long forgotten, Grace just a whisper.

Bo doesn’t deny this but says, “I’m still me where it counts.”

“Where?!” You exhale, suddenly angry.

Angry that this was his outcome. It wasn’t supposed to be like this! Bo deserved to live with the way he intended even if it meant in a direction that didn’t align with yours. At least you still had somewhat of a friendship but the minute it was decided he had to marry Grace, she made it clear that your time together wouldn’t be alone. Grace had to have known your history with Bo—they say first love’s always ache the hardest.

This wasn’t Grace’s fault…so you understood.

She loved Bo too.

Made that clear when she told you they were expecting and she would appreciate it if you allowed Bo to be a family man and not a guilty one. This was exactly fifteen minutes before Grace went back around the block to sit passenger side in Bo’s car. Whenever he made special trips, mainly to get more inventory or on his way home, Bo made it his mission to pass by Patch and Glitz, blowing his horn to catch your families attention before continuing on.

He sits on his knees, reaching over the log to cup your face but you recoil. Bo didn’t mind the chase, tightening his hold with both hands as they hold your face in his undead grasp, “I’m still me. I remember watching you dance by the creek barefoot while I played the harmonica. I remember you gushin’ over that blue artwork I would put on those notes I slipped to you every chance I got—whereas I thought it was no big thang. I remember racing you to the ice cream parlor on lunch break just to fight over which flavor was better. How you go on your rants about your auntie trying to get you to pursue straightened looks and you sneaking over and forcing me to use those brilliantines to make those pin curls look just the way you like. How you smell. How you taste. How I hated for you to hold back once I was between those glorious thighs. How you make me feel. Uh huh, still me.”

He left you stooped at that.

Like he always did and liked to tease, “Cat got your tongue huh?” He often liked to say when he knew he won the argument.

There was still a twinkle in his eye as he said this to you but the fact of the matter is…Bo Chow was no longer alive.

And that was devastating.

Shaking your head you quietly debate, “You don’t breathe the same.”

Bo poked his tongue inside his cheek, dropping his head for a moment but keeps his hands on you. The insects of the night continue to sing into the dark, unaware of the curse that sat in this very woods.

“‘Maybe,” his eyes flick back to meets yours, “But I still want the same.”

Scowling you try to move your face again but to no avail you answer, “What you had is back at the juke joint or did you kill her already too?”

Bo brings his forehead against yours, breathing you in, “I did say I’d kill for you once…so maybe this is the only way I get to keep you forever.”

And his lips are on yours.

There’s no warmth from his lips, no taste of citrus since apricots used to be the main thing he liked to snack on, no air from his end as your lips part, you can’t even process this in full. His mouth proves that he remembers everything. That you liked to be kissed slow before the energy surges. How he holds you so carefully like those fancy ceramic pieces his unfriendly mother kept stashed away in a cabinet in the dining room.

For a short moment you let your guard down as Bo kisses you like it’s old times.

You can hear your imafo speak to you in that tone that’s always teaching as you face planted into the grass at your attempt to herd the sheep, “The track of the sun across the sky leaves its shining, eternal message illuminating, strengthening, warming all of us who are here. It shows us we are not alone.”

None of that made sense then especially as a child…all you wanted to do was play rather than herd sheep but leave it to your imafo to get all spiritual on you.

With Bo’s hands shifting to rest against the back of your head, the kiss has turned desperate and aching, keeping you locked in to what once was. You feel it in the way he trembles—certainly not out of weakness but restraint.

“I’m sorry,” you hear him say after he pulls back to stare into your face.

Your eyes are half lidded, heart drumming like thunder. Your mind is spinning but you hear him and think he’s apologizing for everything.

For not fighting harder to be together.

Past the friendship.

There’s a lighting that rips through your shoulder blade, right above the old bottle scar, that made contact with your skin when the white men who had something strongly to say about many things as they harassed you and Bo on your walk around town. The pain is sharp and hot, sending you doubling over the log into Bo’s chest.

The trees rustle from around you, sweat drops from your kitchen, your vision feels as if you’re looking at a kaleidoscope, your blood burns in your veins, heart squeezing as if someone is taking your blood pressure right from that organ, throat gone dry, and you can’t do a thing but scream.

“She’s all yours lad. We are one.” A accented voice, European? Fast paced? Can be heard loudly against your ears but you can’t place who it belongs to.

Bo soothes you, letting you rest against him for a moment, “Don’t fight it. It’ll be faster this way…just hold on.”

He tells you as he manuvers to lay you back against the soil, staring up at the twilight as if you can see it clearly while your body spasmed. Bo does the honors of flinging the log from your broken ankle, before cradling it in his lap but not without putting it back in place.

You barely feel it.

He kisses the back of your hand, which makes your heart kick at his touch.

He smiles.

“Why?” You rasp out, clenching your eyes shut as the stars begins to shine differently now.

Tucking your chin, you glance at Bo whose eyes hold the death of the sun.

“I’d kill for you, girl. You understand?” Bo said to you as you sat in the stashed bed of one of Smoke and Stack’s many trucks in the bushes.

He’s assessing the blood that soaked through your shirt, despite the cuts and blood that’s already on his hands.

It was a miracle Bo didn’t land himself in jail but would later pay the price with the vandalism done to the store days later…

You managed to croak out, “I think you’ve been hanging out too much with Smoke.”

“Well not for much longer, sweetheart,” Bo laughs a little, “There’s talks of those boys headin’ out to Chicago.”

You’re holding your breath now, hand raising with a wince to touch Bo’s hand. Your silence was enough for Bo to answer.

“I’m not leavin’ you TT, I wouldn’t dare.” He kisses the back of your head with a small smile, making your eyes close at his touch.

Bo explains before the abyss wins, “Because I couldn’t. It needed to be him. And I needed to be the one holdin’ you…so you know it’s much safer on this side.”

The turn is agonizingly slow for you but rapid for Bo and his excitement sparks like the flick of a match to his cigarette. He can’t wait to see the new shade of your eyes, ones that favor his.

A new life.

Together…if that’s what you wanted.

You just never thought Bo would be the one killing you.

Your eyes open quickly through the dark like the rise of the sun and as you sit up in the dirt, taking in your surroundings, you no longer hear the pleads of your deceased father telling you to in fact fight it, you no longer feel the softness of your mother’s chest before she fled to Oklahoma, and you can’t sense your grandfather motivating you, with brain teasers over the drums and it quickly turning into disappointment as he realizes in his spirit what is happening to the relative he let go of again.

The body that you glance down at suddenly feels unfamiliar, skin feels heavy like marble, cold and stable, senses sharp. You have the taste of dirt in your mouth, as if you belong underground, like a memory.

You don’t look to Bo yet but you know he’s there. He watches you, reborn and unafraid to blink.

“TT-

He starts but you shush him, reflective eyes flicking right to his hands instead. You then glance down at your ankle and snatch it back. It should hurt but it doesn’t. It doesn’t even look normal but it feels like it is.

“This is…” your wrack your head for answers but there’s a mountain of internal words that spill out from your head.

Bo nods, “I ain’t. I’m still me and you’re still the diamond I’d always pick.”

There’s a ghost of a sad smile on your lips, “Yet you have a baby on the way. A wife to be. Alive?”

Bo confirms with a blink, looking away as he runs his tongue over the back of his bottom lip.

You get to your feet, expecting to be shaky but stand bold and tall. Bo echoes your movements, quick on his feet, facing you.

“That ain’t why I wanted eternity with you.”

“I know,” you sigh, “But it don’t feel like enough right now. I was fine—

“Bullshit.” Bo interrupts, “You weren’t fine. You did what we all did, just try to make it in the most southern place on earth. Survive. Just like each and every one of us, all of us caught in the fire scrappin’ through. But you? I thought you would make it through and Sammie.”

Your head shakes at that.

What makes Bo think Sammie won’t?

“Yet you dragged me right back into this.” You hands raise at your sides before slapping back beside your thighs, “That’s a bit fucked up don’t you think?”

Bo crosses his arms although he doesn’t argue much, “We deserved more time and not by anyone else who had the power to take it away.”

That’s ironic.

“Looks like you got it.” You say, seeing the shadow from your side view, “But I’m not sticking around here to be someone’s puppet. So do what you will, dance for the undead red haired banjo but I won’t.”

Silence follows and even this version of Bo knows you’re dead serious—no pun intended.

Bo almost pouts, “You’re gonna miss out, sugar. Are you sure?”

You lift your shoulders and begin to walk around him, “I’m walking away now, Bo. That’s my choice. Let’s see what happens next.”

Bo doesn’t follow but he watches.

He feels the pull from Remmick in the opposite direction whereas you hardly feel an attachment at all, despite the fact that he sunk his choppers into you not that long ago. His voice knaws at your eardrums but the patter of horses from the north feels like something you’re more drawn to.

Almost numb to the cold shell of the person you once known is behind you.

“…I’ll see you soon, TT.” He calls out to you.

It almost makes you skip a step and look back—and not becuase you don’t want to but becuase you might actually stay.

Staying like this, now, would not be living.

“Only if the winds say so.”

If you had to live like this just to die again, you still wanted no parts. If you would have listened to your gut, stayed indoors where you were safe and sound, you wouldn’t be this walking posion.

You can’t change permanent and it made no sense to dwell on it so…you keep on walking.

Bo continues to watch as you become one with the trees, no longer a shadow but simply a rustle between its leaves. Like they know it’s your turn to run things now.

He could follow you, catch up without a sound, but you already told him what you needed.

It wasn’t him right now.

You needed a moment and he had to respect that.

He couldn’t run after someone who already made their choice.

He knows what you gave up to be what he is…by the teeth of someone else.

Bo Chow let you know that he planned on seeing you soon but now he’s aware it was on your terms this time.

There was still love there, despite supposedly being one without a soul…so Bo had to ride on that.

And if that killed him?

So be it.

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧

FIN.

[delightfulhidingnook]

His Best Knight, The Queen

(Dark Cacao Cookie x Reader)

Chapter 1

You are one of the best warriors that Earthbread has ever seen, practically a master with nearly any weapon, though you mostly preferred your bow and arrows, best to try to keep enemies as far away as possible. Hailing from the Milk Tribe, you travelled back and forth from the Coffee village delivering stuff, gathering essentials and just helped in any way you could depending on where you were, all your good deeds ended up turning you into a sort of local hero. At one point you had made a friend, Affogato Cookie, he would tag along in your travels and even ended up hailing a hero title of his own as well though he didn’t do much, all the dirty work was yours alone. But you also did consider his company to be work plenty so you were happy to share the local hero title with him, he ended up being what you would consider a best friend.

It didn’t last long though, after having not seen him for a while during your trips to the Coffee Village you began asking around, eventually you were able to find out he left the village, no one knows where though. You were a bit sad, he left without saying goodbye, no doubt to go make something of himself, he always did talk about wanting more and having a place in life, you decided to be happy for him and wished him all the best in his adventure. Your loneliness however was cut short as well during one of your wood gathering trips, after cutting down a tree you heard a very high yelp and a small black blur running from the fallen tree to behind the next tree over. You pull out your bow and carefully approach where the creature had hidden itself, upon closer inspection you find yourself face to face with a dark fur cremewolf cub, poor thing was wounded, the tree probably fell on its paw.

“Aaaaaaww, sorry little guy, I didn’t see you, here, let me patch you up.”

You grab a branch and rip off a bit of your own cape to attach a splint, but as soon as you get close, the little fur ball bites you, letting out a small growl.

“Ow I’m trying to help you jerk!!”

The puppy barked, it's eyes filled with fear, an idea popped into your head, luckily you always pack a lunch before you leave, you pull out a covered bowl, it's still warm.

"You like Hot Jelly Stew?" You opened up the bowl and nudge it toward the small cub.

In no time at all, the small critter takes the bait, scarfing down the stew and allowing you to attach the splint to the little guys paw. Afterwards you let him finish the rest of the stew while you went back to cutting the fallen tree into logs. By the time you finished, the puppy had disappeared, leaving behind only the bowl. Assuming the cub went back to it's family you packed up and left to the Coffee Village to drop off the wood.

You ended up seeing the puppy again and again in the woods but every time after eating it would disappear, you ended up remembering to bring two bowls of stew and you ended up eating together. One day you notice the splint is gone, probably chewed off no doubt, you decide to put your hand out to pet young cremewolf. It growls at your hand in warning and you retract your hand and point at the cub.

"Stop being dramatic I wanna pet you!"

You reach your hand out slowly and pet the small cremewolf, your hand moves to the back of its ears and the cub seems to enjoy it, leaning into your touch, tail wagging.

“Aaaaaaawww you’re not so bad, just a little sweetie pie, yes you are, is that what I should call you, sweetie, oh yes you like that name don’t you.” Your voice devolved into baby talk as you pet the cub.

You became closely bonded, Sweetie eventually joined you everywhere you went, people seemed stunned to see that you tamed a dark fur crème wolf, they were deemed untamable. But Sweetie carried his weight as he got bigger, and bigger, eventually becoming your trusty trained steed, the Milk village was even kind enough to build him a special sled to make hauling easier. Both of you made your way through the snowy woods and in the distance you could hear the familiar roar of the two dragons.

“Aw, those jerks again, they’re so annoying!”

You looked over where you could see the two dragons, your eyes suddenly widened as your gaze wandered to the edge of giant icing ridge, you squinted, there was a person.

“Who the hell is stupid enough to go toward the dragons while they’re fighting?!?! Ugh, come on Sweetie, we gotta stop an idiot.” You held onto Sweeties fur and with a bark he changed course toward the icing ridge.

The wind blew harshly, cold air and snow swirling violently as the two beasts clashed. The mysterious figure was holding his own in a fierce battle between them wielding nothing but a single giant sword. You were almost up the ridge, who does this idiot think he is, battling the dragons, he was gonna get himself killed. You pulled out your bow, the guys back was totally exposed, before the black dragon could come up on his six, you shot it, the beast roared in pain, pulling back. But with another swing of his sword, the mysterious figure seemed to call down lightning, you hopped off of Sweetie, pulling him down as the figure let out a critical attack.

Suddenly the wind was still, there was a warmth, the sun, had come out, the dragons had been defeated, you were suddenly faced with a giant purple blade only a few inches from your face.

“Who are you?” Asked the strange figure.

You look up and are met with purple eyes, like amethysts, he had long, black hair with a single white streak in it. Sweetie growls, warning the unknown warrior to back away, you get up and signal for Sweetie to sit before raising your hands in defense.

“Not a foe, just came here to make sure you were alright, not everyday you see a stranger stupid enough to come up here and just defeat two dragons by himself, but I mean I helped a bit too so you can thank me later.”

“Did you now?”

“Black dragon was gonna come up behind you and crumble you back into flour if it hadn’t been for me, you’re lucky I was passing by on a delivery.”

It suddenly came to your realization that this delivery would be very much late “Aw dang! I totally forgot about the delivery I was making!!”

You hopped back onto Sweetie and reached a hand out to the mystery warrior man. “If you’d like you can hop on, Sweetie and I don’t mind giving you a ride into the Coffee Village.”

The stranger nodded quietly and took your hand, hopping up and taking a seat behind you.

“Alright Sweetie, mush!!”

As you made your way down the mountain and back on track toward the Coffee Village, you turned toward the silent stranger.

“You’re not much of a talker are you? But people are gonna want to know your name after what you did, I’m Y/n Cookie, how about you?”

“Dark Cacao Cookie.”

“Well, please to make your acquaintance Dark Cacao.”

And this was the beginning of a whole new adventure.

[dragon-curse-au]

Been thinking about different cookie species within the AU and their differences/similarities a bunch lately, so I figured I'd share some cool facts!

While humanoid is the most common appearance a cookie can take, there are several subspecies across Earthbread that take on more animalistic traits, some ranging from minor details such as pointed ears and fangs to being a full-on centaur. It's how modern day dragons blend in amongst cookies in their smaller forms, given that reptilian cookies like Carameleon exist.

Coffee cookies will be the most prominent ones you'll see in this AU and they share many traits with other cookie species, such as flower cookies and moon imps. They're relatively humanoid with cat-like features, such as large pointed ears, fur patches, paws, thin tails, and slitted pupils, though not many of them remain from the original tribe in the Dark Cacao Kingdom. In fact, the only coffee cookies that remain to this day happen to be hybrids. Espresso and Affogato are siblings and are part cream wolf, though they present more coffee cookie than cream wolf - Affogato having thicker fur than Espresso an easier tell. Prune Juice is also half coffee cookie, though his other half is Parfaedian, which gives him less animal traits than others.

Coffee cookies are well known for their expertise and prowess with their own unique form of magic, but Prune Juice was born with that trait dormant, marking him as a disappointment in his family's eyes. Prune Juice often tries to hide his coffee cookie traits so that others don't view him as a freak.

Every larger region of Earthbread has their own coffee-adjacent cookies. The most well-known are flower cookies, sphinx cookies, and moon imps. Flower cookies are more elf-like in appearance, lacking the fur that coffee cookies have save for the tufts along their jawlines and their tails. Sphinx cookies are the most feline of all, though the only surviving members are Golden Cheese and her daughter, Rich Cheese. Moon imps are also unfortunately nearly completely extinct save for Shadow/Blueberry Milk and Eclipse Wizard. Moon imps used to occupy the City of Wizards and southern Beast Yeast, though evolution either snuffed them out of existence or caused them to evolve into something else.

Moon imps are relatively unique with their digitgrade hooved feet, barbed tails, and pointed ears. Most have horns as well, but there are a few who do not. Their primary flavor is blueberries, though the ones that occupy southern Beast Yeast have more milk in their dough than others.

I want to bring up Clotted Cream and Camellia since they're half flower cookie as well; Light Cream is vanillian while their father was a full-on flower cookie. Clotted Cream passes as purebred vanillian save for hair tufts on the jawline and tail, which he was raised to keep hidden under Elder Custard's orders and was told that they were mere genetic defects. No one can mistake his faint floral scent, however. Camellia is on the opposite end of the spectrum, presenting as a pure flower cookie.

Honorable creature-like cookies would be from the Licorice Tribe (aquatic traits), Spice Swarm (centaurs or almost entirely animal more than cookie), and whatever Mystic Flour is (insectoid).

If you have any questions feel free to ask! I like yapping about this stuff :]c

[littlemozzarella]

Feeling bored and uninspired, so here are tf2 mercenaries as goths headcanons

Scout

no particular style. it looks a lot more edgy than typical goth

Not taking the subculture to seriously, especially not a music elitist. listens to industrial on the regular too.

His favorite bands are Alien Sex Fiend and Specimen! Also really likes some songs of She wants revenge, just because it's freaky shit

has a lot of piercings

The most energetic dancer at the club

Has a patch jacket that is his whole pride (all the patches are drawn on with acrylics and sewed on by himself)

Soldier

we ignore the fact that he would hate the goth subculture for their pacifist beliefs and would probably call them vampire hippies

Since he likes things the traditional way, Trad goth.

No bats nest tho. And barely any makeup. It's more on the music.

Owns like 5 black leather coats and has a pair of big stompy boots.

He also has a one of these black, with jewelry decorated, military-style caps (I WANT ONE OF THEM TOO)

Favortite band is Sisters of Mercy, no he doesn't know that they are not considering themselves goth, and if he did, he wouldn't care and hit Andrew Eldritch with a shovel.

Only let's loose at the club if he had enough to drink, or if either Demo or Zhanna pull him onto the dance floor

Pyro

I feel like they would be a huge fan of pastel goth. The sweet colours with the spooky motives are a very pyro-thing.

LOVES the cure. Robert Smith is their god. (Me too Pyro)

Is very welcoming to Baby Bats, especially since their style is rather unaccepted in the community itself.

The strange, unapolegetic nature of goth is what drew them into the subculture, just to be themself.

Demo

OH MAN.

Medieval goth style. THE coolest fucking outfits you'll ever see.

London after Midnight really got to him with "Sacrifice". This man loves the song almost as much as his booze.

Chill dude in the scene, but always standing to his morals. Will never let the oppertunity down to discuss politics with bigots, and absolutely destroys them (king behaviour)

His jewelry is stunning, it looks like handcrafted by elves. Even tho goths tend to wear silver, he wears gold and it absolutely suits him, gives him his own special touch.

Casually brings his sword into the batcave.

Would buy a castle and would throw WILD goth parties

Heavy

Minimalistic, black clothes. Lot's of turtlenecks, some silver jewelry. Barely some guyliner, the most goth looking are his ears, they are pierced multiple times on both sides and he always wears big statement earrings.

Look me in the eyes and tell me this man didn't read all the literature. ALL. OF. IT.

That being said Frankenstein was his favorite because it reminds him of his lover

Favorite bands include Molchat Doma, Nürnberg and Twin Tribes. Darkwave really is his thing.

I also think that he isn't to serious with his musical choices tho, I can imagine him really enjoying Type O Negative, especially their album "Life is killing me"

Engineer

Someone here had a cybergoth phase when he was younger.

Nowadays, our favorite engineer is just really laid back with his style.

You can't even see if he's a goth, The only thing that indicates it is his MASSIVE amount of band shirts.

Into all the classics. Joy Division hardcore fan for sure.

Can and will give you a detailed history on goth culture and history, if you find him in the back of the club with a beer.

His playlist consists of about thousand songs. And ask him about his vinyl collection, please, he wants to tell you about it.

Medic

THIS MAN IS THE HARDCORE GOTH. NO EXCUSES. NO OTHER OPINIONS.

Music, Architecture, Films, Literature, ALL.

Since he's german, he regulary visits the M'Era Luna and Wave Gotik festivals.

Also goes out of his way to visit a lot of gothic cathedrals in his free time.

Went to the new Nosferatu Movie with Heavy. (I was there and it was GOOD, TRUST ME.)

Listens to the german stuff. Xmal germany, Lebanon Hanover, Blutengel... thats his jam.

Also a huge Depeche Mode fan, to the point that him and Heavy had their first dance on their wedding to "Enjoy the silence"

Huge chunky jewelry, lots of crosses.

His style is immaculate. A mix of corporate, vampire, victorian.

Dabbles in the kink culture too. Likes to wear leather and latex, and not afraid to hide it.

Sniper

The trad goth that mostly spends his time at the club outside smoking cigarettes.

A huge Siouxsie and the Banshees enjoyer. The music inspired him to learn playing bass.

I think he would wear Ankhs instead of crosses, he really likes the meaning of infinite life.

Black lace boots, leather jacket, band tee, black leather pants, sunglasses. That's how all his outfits look like.

His makeup tho? Hear me out, he makes it look good. The eyeliner is really neat. And he might be brave some nights and try on black lipstick.

Goes to a lot of concerts, mostly alone.

Has a collection of gothic films on VHS

Would get a black cat to name it Bela Lugosi or some shit like that

Two step dance at the club, but he's enjoying himself and that's all that matters

Has a lot of tattoos

Is really into the politics aspect of the subculture

I love this man so much no joke

Spy

Tries to push his image as a goth elitist and music purist, but oh boy this man loves new wave so much so it fails

Fashion diva. Romantic-vampire esque goth, he looks fashionable all the time.

Bauhaus, Clan of Xymox and Christian Death enjoyer. Also a little underground band freak, stuff like Bat Nouveau or Angels of liberty

Also a frequent enjoyer of gothic architecture

Does NOT go to the batcave. Likes to enjoy the music by himself.

THIS DIVA KNOWS HOW TO DO THE NEW TRAD GOTH MAKEUP.

Wishes to be a vampire living in his lone castle. It's what he dreams about at night.

These are kind of shit I'm sorry 💔

[picaroroboto]

I am struck by the sudden and intense urge to do a full analysis on the elements of anti-facism in FF14, but I don't really want to sit down and write a big ol' essay right now. But you do understand what I mean when I say it's not anti-facist just because the Garlean Empire, inspired by real-life facism, is a major antagonist you fight against - in fact, the story gains a lot when the Empire is not treated like an evil boogeyman. Showing depth and variety in Garlean characters, from the likes of Gaius, who wholeheartedly believes that Garlemald has to conquer the world to save it from itself, to people like Valens and arguably Zenos who use their power to satisfy their own desires, to ordinary people like Jullus who just go along with the ideas they were born into; giving them depth makes them more interesting to engage with as players and readers while also reminding us that facism isn't like, some sort of evil curse, it's a belief system (albeit a dangerous, cruel, illogical one) that is held by people - by humans who treat other humans as inhuman.

But FF14's biggest strength as an anti-facist story comes from the conflict with the Ancients - it's not a coincidence that Emet-Selch, leader of the Ascians, is also the founder of the facist Garlean Empire. This idea of returning to an idealized past (when not only is this process impossible, the past was never as good as anyone remembers it, or was only good for a minority of people) comes up a lot in facist ideology. Endwalker tears this down by not only hammering in Shadowbringers' thesis that you can never return to the past, it also shows us how the Ancient world was never really as perfect as Emet remembered it, thus strengthening our resolve to embrace the present.

Also, I'm no political scholar, but it seems to me that a lot of right-wing beliefs stem from a deep distrust of other people - for example, they might oppose police or justice reform because they genuinely think that fear of punishment is the only thing that keeps others from harming them. The importance of trusting others is a strong theme in FF14: the problems with the Beast Tribes and their Primals only begins to be solved when they turn from over-relying on their gods to trusting their fellow sentient beings instead. And, in the post-patches of every expac, the WoL helps the nations they've saved get back on their feet in a way that makes certain they'll stay stable when the WoL leaves for their next adventure - this is a system of trust too, showing that they trust the people they protect to solve their own problems from time to time.

I just think the way that FF14 doesn't just portray facists as stock enemies, but attacks the ideas that serve as the core of their beliefs, is really well done. *Note: while I discuss the resemblance between the Garlean Empire and real-life facism, I also understand that FF14 is fiction. I am not criticizing the writers for allowing Garlean characters to be sympathetic, nor am I attacking anyone for liking those characters.

[espionn]

NightWing tribe sheet!

hey guys, sorry this one took a little bit. nightwings have a lot going on. also, i talked about both the old night kingdom and the volcanic island, but i didn't really mention their new rainforest setup, bc i didn't want this to be *too* long. so sorry that there isnt anything regarding that lol

Physical Appearance + Traits

-NightWings are the only fully nocturnal tribe, going to sleep a bit after dawn and rising at sunset. Their colors are dark, not only making them invisible in the shadows but also letting them fly at night without standing out. The undersides of their wings are scattered with starlike scales and rich coloration that perfectly resembles a night sky. Their night vision is almost perfect, and their eyes flash in direct light not unlike nocturnal mammals like cats. 

-NightWing colors are usually mixed with green, blue, purple, or some combination of these. Some are nearly pitch black, and others are more gray. Their beaklike snout, horns, and spines are usually the same light silver as their scales, but sometimes these can be black too.

-Healthy NightWings are often somewhat large and even bulky, with thick tails and strong legs. After their retreat to the volcano, they were thought for some time to be scrawny and have a permanent dull roughness to their scales, but after a few generations in the rainforest they began to again be sleek and strong.

-The three moons are not only extremely important to NightWing culture and imagery, but also have a physical effect on them. Named Oracle, Perception, and Imperial, each full moon can grant a different ability. A NightWing hatched under a full Oracle will have limited prophecy abilities, and Perception will grant mind reading. Imperial added to either of these will make them stronger. The only thing that is still uncertain is whether Imperial alone has any effect. Some dragons insist it grants natural leadership abilities, but the only consistent observable effect it seems to have is a deep-rooted infatuation with the moons throughout the dragon’s life.

-Perception - mind reading - will also leave a silver teardrop-shaped scale in the corner of the dragon’s eyes. It will be reinforced with a silver circle beneath it if Imperial’s strength is applied. Oracle’s mark is more subtle, but seers’ eyes themselves will often be strikingly silver, and some have noted more clear constellations present in their wings.

-The strength of the power can often depend on how directly the dragonet was exposed to the light.

-The pattern of stars in the wings of NightWings are as unique as a human’s fingerprint. Sometimes, though, they resemble real constellations, and even when they don’t, there are seers who claim to be able to read a dragon’s fortune in their wings, similar to palm readers or even Zodiac theorists. Superstitious parents may have the wings of their dragonets analyzed by these seers. It’s very rare, but on occasion a dragon may be hatched with large, bright patches of clustered star scales, and these dragons are not only considered extremely attractive and desirable, but also may be said to be blessed by the stars themselves. 

-Albino NightWings are extremely rare, but they are practically worshipped. One factor in the bad blood between NightWings and IceWings was the feeling from NightWings that IceWings’ pale coloration was a crude mimicry of the moons, and therefore impure and insulting.

Life Cycle:

-NightWing eggs are laid in small clutches, usually between two and four. They incubate on secure clifftops, carefully watched by parents, for 3-4 months, and hatch quite physically defenseless. They take longer to learn to walk and fly than any other tribe (with the exception of SeaWings, of course). NightWings believe this is a sign of superior intelligence, as their development goes to their minds first and their bodies second; it is, in fact, true that NightWings learn to speak and even read quite early compared to other tribes.

-NightWings live with their parents and siblings in family units. It isn’t uncommon for homes to be multi-generational, with grandparents or even great-grandparents to live in the same place as their descendents, as some dragons simply never choose to leave their unit. They also sometimes live with friends and other relatives. Some also choose to live alone.

-Despite how many NightWings sometimes choose to live together, they are actually not very socially dependent dragons. Some are more social than others, but much of their lives and work will be spent on their own, even though they live and sleep with other dragons. They are self-motivated and many are quiet and disinterested in conversation. They also tend to lean toward making friends outside their families rather than having the same parent and sibling bonds that some other tribes have. 

-Dragonets spend much of their time, for several years, in school. NightWing schooling is very organized and thorough, and every dragonet is expected to attend. The vast majority of their socialization while they’re young is done in school.

Society + Culture:

-Even more so than SeaWings, NightWings have thousands of years of literature that they take enormous pride in; the main reason for their education system at all is their need to teach about their history and writings. Poetry and orchestral music are inventions of the Night kingdom, and they are beloved within the tribe. Their technology is on par with SkyWings, but instead of weaponry and armor, their focuses are on instruments, glasswork and even some scientific tools. 

-Their society doesn’t rely much on rank and structure; some dragons may have higher status, usually based on wealth, but NightWings don’t have distinct ‘high-status’ and ‘low-status’ groups like other tribes might. They are valued based on ability and intelligence, and not so much by birthright. Mindreaders and seers are usually well-known and well-respected, though there is a subtle jealousy pointed toward them throughout their lives as a result. 

-There was a time when NightWings would intentionally try to lay eggs that would hatch on full moons, especially double moons, hoping to have powerful offspring. However, many myths state that these dragonets would be cursed, and their gifts would somehow backfire; in these stories they often died, young and tragically. This practice was later discouraged and even considered taboo. 

-This hasn’t stopped some morally ambiguous experiments from being carried out. Eggs about to hatch have been intentionally exposed to meteor showers, eclipses, blue moons, harvest moons, northern lights, and a number of other phenomena with the hopes of finding some new and mysterious powers. The records of the results have been lost to time.

-Architecture is another particular piece of pride for NightWings, and while the Night Kingdom still stood, it was a marvel to any dragons who visited. Their structures - schools, homes, even the kingdom - were carved directly out of the cliffs of their jagged land, and then carefully and lovingly sculpted over time; pillars and statues and high-vaulted ceilings with intricate detailing are almost reminiscent of ancient Rome. 

-Even before their retreat to the volcanic island, NightWings were not very involved in the conflicts between other tribes. They were perfectly content in their region, and tended to think other tribes didn’t have much worth seeing anyway. Because they don’t usually bother themselves with fights like this, when they aren’t hunting, they tend to spend their time on things like art, writing, astronomy, and music, as these are highly valued in their society. Those who weren’t interested in these areas could also do limited military work, construction work, or work in service of their royalty as guards, hunters or servants.

-Once they lived on the island, though, survival trumped anything else. Food was scarce to non-existent, they lost the majority of their craft and literature, and some died outright from smoke inhalation toward the beginning. They carved rough tunnels into the cliffs with their own claws. They became hardier, but much less advanced. They also lost all knowledge regarding the stars and moons, including that of their own powers.

Diet: 

Old Kingdom: Omnivorous. NightWings could make a wide variety of food and drinks, usually eating small animals, fruits and vegetables that they could grow or trade, and even some mushrooms. They had no qualms about eating them raw without preparation, if they just needed a quick meal, but they could mix and cook food to make a variety of meals.

Island: Carnivorous. They eat anything they can find, and rarely bother to do anything beyond cooking it, if even that. Very few plants grow on the volcano, and only the most desperately hungry dragons will eat it. 

[hooter-n-company]

Since I mentioned him here, might as well officially introduce this big fella. Also because @twistedtummies2 is a big fan. 😉

No one knows exactly where Bubba came from, but ancient legend goes that he is the living essence of the primordial swamp, laying dormant beneath the muck for who knows how long before he was discovered by the local tribes. The humans noticed a section of the ground beneath their feet shifting, rising and falling with the beast’s breath. Believing it to be some kind of slumbering god, they created ceremonies, myths, and cautionary tales warning to never disturb the deity from his slumber, or risk incurring his wrath. However, a corrupt shaman thought that he could control and exploit the powerful “god” for his own gain and proceeded to cross onto the sacred patch of land where he slept before digging him out. Unfortunately, the shaman didn’t have much time to enact his plan as he was immediately gobbled up by the creature, who promptly vanished into the murky depths.

Despite his elusive nature, the amphibious creature can still be seen roaming the swamp, devouring all in his path. The tribes still revere him as a godly figure, providing him with numerous offerings to appease him…and to keep him from turning his appetite back on them one day…

More info under the cut:

Name: Bubba

Pronouns: He/him

Age: Unknown

Species: Unknown amphibian/fish hybrid/possibly a god

Role: Pred

Height: 10 feet tall, 17 feet long

Abilities: Elastic tongue, super sticky saliva, tissue regeneration, can hibernate for centuries, breathes both air and water

Personality: A lazy, greedy, gluttonous, and incredibly territorial beast. He’s a complete loner who is perfectly content living by himself and views all other creatures are potentially edible, incredibly annoying, or both at the same time. However, he isn’t a sadistic creature who goes out of his way to hurt people. He just wants to be left alone with some peace and quiet, so if you keep your distance, he will happily do the same. When Bubba is alone in his element, he can be surprisingly relaxed, mellow, and laid back, even jovial at times when he’s engaged in his own personal interests. His appetite heavily dictates his mood, as he tends to get irritable and short tempered when his stomach is empty. He is driven by simple motivations (mostly filling his belly), but he can be a surprisingly cultured and curious creature with a fair amount of intelligence.

Likes: Food (especially jambalaya and gumbo), cooking, discovering tasty ingredients, collecting unique trinkets and useful items, sleeping, mud baths, hot n’ humid weather, learning about the outside world, scaring people for fun, living a minimalist lifestyle, being alone, smoking

Dislikes: Bland meals, severe boredom, trespassers, poachers, pollution, rival predators in his territory, people interrupting his naps, an empty stomach, annoyingly loud critters, cold snaps

Other Info:

-Has a THICK southern accent.

-Has taken up cooking as one of his main hobbies. Despite not being picky in the slightest, he has developed quite a refined palate. He really loves gumbo and jambalaya.

-He begrudgingly tolerates the local tribes who worship him, mostly because they provide him with food and useful materials at his request. Although he does get a kick out of scaring the bu-jeezus out of individuals who wander into his territory.

-When injured, Bubba can regenerate large chunks of damaged tissue, including entire organs and limbs if given enough time.

-Croaks like an enormous frog to warn nearby creatures to stay out of his territory. Can also puff himself up for defense and intimidating enemies

-His first stomach is like a “storage pouch” to hold extra food, but also has powerful muscles to churn meals and coat it with enzymes. These aren’t strong enough to cause serious acid damage, but they work in tandem with the juices of the second, primary stomach, making it easier to digest tough meat and hard materials like shells and bone.

[tealife]

Do you have any other au's? If so- Which one is your favorite and least favorite and why?

Ooh, an excuse to talk about my au's??? Well, jokes on you! I have only 2.

My favorite is- surprise surprise- the redeemed Krogan and Viggo au.

It's quite self-explanatory. Krogan is my favorite, I ship him with Viggo, their both villains but only one gets (sorta) redeemed, so what do I do? I make a small au where they get freaky and Krogan gets redeemed.

End of story.

My least favorite on the hand- Is one that I made when I first watched the show.

It's basically if Krogan was actually Oswald the agreeable.

The storyline was something like: Once Oswald was stranded, he went..a little crazy.

Being away from his family and tribe made him try to find ways to get back. The sentinels angered him and he ended up slaughtering them with makeshift weapons.

The thrill of slaughtering the sentinels- especially after such a long time of isolation- brought some sick joy to Oswald and he takes his leave with his boat he had patched up.

But, he doesn't instantly arrive on Beserker island. Oswald arrives on a deserted part of the archipelago and again has to kill more dragons.

The more dragons he killed, the more Oswald realized..He loved this shit.

Though, he still had the thought of returning to his family and so he did. But then, he figures out that Dagur had taken over and even claimed he had killed him.

At first, Oswald is outraged. He first plans to kill Dagur as he doesn't have a stable mental state and his anger consumed him.

Though, with a single piece of him that was still sane, Oswald backs down on the idea and instead goes off to live in total isolation again.

But that's fine.

Who needs family when family will lie behind your back?

Besides, now Oswald can kill all the dragons his deranged mind desired.

With his final ounce of sanity gone, Oswald convinced himself that he isn't even Oswlad.

He made up the persona of Krogan- A dragon hunter whose only purpose is to erase all of dragon kind.

And yes- Whilst this is a very detailed au, it's my least favorite because of the fact I changed too many things about the characters and that just kept adding on more question that I had to find answers for-

Like, who would've Johann hired then? What would've become of Viggo? What would be Dagur and Heather's reactions to him? Who would be Drago's protege?

And I actually wanted to make fanart and a full story on this, but it had SO MANY PLOTHOLES.

Because of that, I dropped the au.

It's still cool, but I cannot begin to explain how much I hate having missing spaces in my stories and with my procrastination also in mind.

Anyways, yeah- My favorite and my least favorite.

[jayfeathers-neo-bumbleby]

Roles Aside From Warrior or Medicine Cat

So we've all talked about how it's BS that disabled cats like Cinderpelt, Jayfeather, and Briarlight were shoved into medicine roles due to their disabilities. That being said, it's also understandable that some cats might be at a disadvantage during a fight due to disability (yes, the series has a lot of magic and they're not very real-cat-like. I'm thinking about arcs before they had magic, or arcs without powers/magical components, where they're acting more within the confines of how a cat physically can perform.)

Thus, I decided to make a list of various other roles that cats who are unable to fight could take on that are not "help out in the medicine den or go to the elders." I'll also be noting disabled cats who were shafted role-wise who could do these roles (namely Jayfeather, Cinderpelt, Briarlight, and Snowkit).

(Note: While Jayfeather also had the prophecy, and had a natural talent for being a medicine cat and grew to love the role, he was still sort of pushed into it due to being blind. Cinderpelt similarly liked the role, but the books did also sort of present it as she didn't really have another option.)

1. Kitsitter

Briarlight was shown to have a lot of fun, and provide kits with a lot of fun, when giving kits badger rides and generally kitsitting. She easily could have joined Daisy in the nursery to help kit-sit.

This would also help queens like Squirrelflight and Ivypool who didn't want to be stuck in the nursery but still loved their kits.

Disabled cats who could easily do this role: Jayfeather, Cinderpelt, Briarlight, Snowkit.

2. Camp Keeper

We are shown repeatedly that the camp requires consistent upkeep, with patching of dens, removal of debris, and other tasks being required.

While many cats don't enjoy the work, some very much do (Dustpelt, Brackenfur, etcetera), and this could easily be a role for many cats who enjoy the work.

Disabled cats who could easily do this role: Cinderpelt, Snowkit. Maybe Jayfeather could, but it doesn't seem like a great fit (he trips over debris a lot when it's there after storms, etcetera). Briarlight could help clear debris, but patching dens might be difficult if a high-up part of a den needed patching.

3. Mediator

This role has already been formally introduced with Tree, but we had similar story beats earlier with Brook as well where a perspective of a cat raised outside the Clans helped cats see a problem from a different angle. We've also had cats from inside the Clans have "taboo perspectives" that are super reasonable (some of Nightheart's comments such as saying they should change leaders regularly, the cat in Riverclan in ASC who said that maybe they could just have multiple cats serving as leader).

Disabled cats who could easily do this role: Cinderpelt, Jayfeather, Briarlight. Maybe Snowkit, but it might be difficult mediating with cats of other clans if they don't know how to best communicate with him

Note for Snowkit: yes they could develop cat sign language but we're shown that only Speckletail is able to communicate with him well before his death, so personally I believe it'd be easier for his clanmates to communicate with him versus cats from another clan, especially if another clan didn't have deaf cats.

4. Hunter

In the Tribe, they have designated prey-hunters and cave-guards. While the Clans don't have these roles, they could easily have a cat who doesn't fight in battles, but instead just hunts.

Disabled cats who could easily do this role: Cinderpelt, Jayfeather. Maybe Snowkit? Hunting does rely a fair amount on hearing but also on vibrations in the paws and on sight so he'd be at a disadvantage but could probably make it work.

4.5. Runner

This sort of goes along with the previous role, but a task that is often performed during battles is needing a cat to run back to camp to get more warriors or to get medicine cats. While the task is commonly relegated to apprentices, this could easily be incorporated into various other roles, including the Hunter role.

Disabled cats who could easily do this role: Snowkit! Probably Jayfeather as he's shown easily maneuvering around Thunderclan territory.

5. Aide

Briarlight got a lot of joy and purpose out of being "Jayfeather's Assistant", and there's nothing wrong with that! There could absolutely be a role for cats who want to help out whenever and wherever they can.

This role could be especially useful during an apprentice shortage (such as how Whitewing delayed her warrior ceremony so that Birchfall wouldn't be the only apprentice), as well as if there's only one medicine cat, etcetera.

Disabled cats who could easily do this role: Cinderpelt, Jayfeather, Briarlight, Snowkit.

I welcome further suggestions for roles or arguments on other cats who could do these roles!

Again, I recognize the series has magic etcetera; I'm thinking about arcs where there's not much magic going on and they're acting within the limits of cat physiology (TPB, TNP, ASC, AVOS sorta).

[zarathelonewolf]

GACHIAKUTA 117 aka Horikoshi take notes because Follo is being a better side character than most of class A combined*

*excluding Bakugo and Todoroki but that's because the former is a rival/deuteragonist and the latter is an honorary deuteragonist/deuteragonist/I am Hella confused about narrative roles don't talk to me-

Ok, so.

I know this is veeeery early. But STILL.

You cannot do this shit to me Urana! Wtf!

I had the intention of not getting attached to everyone in fear that you would kill most of them off JJK style, but now I am incredibly attached to Follo as well!

Fuck!

Anyway, here are my thoughts on the chapter 117 and the Pain™ it brought me... Because both Follo and Rudo misunderstood each other and now my heart hurts.

Needless of me to say, the biggest surprise I got in this chapter is... not that Enjin is a ladies-man. I mean, with him saying that he "likes a good woman" especially if they're sexy and smarter than him, yeah, I imagined that he would be.

It's nice seeing more of Semiu being serious about the Cleaners' job. She's a tough one, and she's right, Rudo needs to get back to work.

Before I get on my Follo angst situation, I will say that though the misunderstanding between Rudo and Follo and Follo's grief for the loss of his hammer is easily my number 1 surprise, seeing Noerde and the Sileia tribe mentioned again intrigues me as well.

Noerde seems to have been known by Mildretta, who was also a Sileia, it seems... Or at the very least, Mildretta had heard of Noerde from somewhere. Also Mildretta's another tough woman. I was wondering when we'd see more of her and today I got my answer.

Now, unto Follo!

I am tempted to just dump this stuff in your face, but NO.

No. I will not. I must resist my urge to curl into a ball.

We know that Follo has been wanting to become a Giver this whole time. We can see clearly from his memories here that his goal and dream has been cast aside at best and insulted at worst.

His hammer was his chance. He had taken good care of it... Until he offered it to Rudo to break the chest.

Follo himself had made the proposal, but in the moment his hammer broke, he realized that he hadn't really been ready for the possibility of the hammer breaking.

This has probably been eating him up from the inside. His chance of becoming a Giver broke in front of him, and he has been feeling guilty because it's happened due to his own will of helping Rudo.

He wants to take pride in being a supporter. He really does. He thinks that being a supporter is just as important as being a Cleaner, but hasn't being a supporter who supports the Cleaners no matter what deprived him of his treasured hammer?

And also... Rudo has just rejected his offer of an undamaged uniform. This just rubs further salt into the wound.

A "supporter"? Can he even support the Cleaners right? Should he? He wants to be a Giver after all, and what happened due to his diligence to the cause just deprived him of his treasured item that was the key to his aspirations...

What is his place? He is feeling like he cannot be the hero of the story no matter what he does.

Rudo, on the other hand?

Guys, we're talking about "if it's broken, I will still use it until it's truly disintegrated and until then it's not trash" Rudo.

Of course he wouldn't want a new uniform. It got damaged? Not a big deal for him, he can patch it up, he doesn't mind, it's not like it's trash after all.

Nothing is trash to him.

He can't throw it away just because it's damaged.

Of course he said no to Follo's insistence.

And yet Follo probably doesn't understand. Maybe it's also due to the way they seem to have been raised, which is also the reason why I think it has been much harder so far for Follo to awaken a Jinki.

Rudo has had an empty hole inside of him for as long as he can remember, which was filled by his gloves. Follo doesn't really have the same characteristics of Rudo: his body and soul don't crave an object or someone to rely onto as much as Rudo's do. Follo does WANT a Jinki, but not with the same exasperation that makes up Rudo's heart's NEED for a Jinki.

Alternatively, Rudo's been shown as being more versatile, so to speak, compared to Follo. Rudo's soul craves the awakening of pretty much ALL he touches, at least potentially. He can awaken every object that has emotional energy stored inside of it as a Jinki.

Follo cannot do that, it's pretty clear to see. And when he is given a Jinki? Remember what happens? Zodyl may look creepy at times and very intense, but he's spot on when he says that people who try to use a Jinki when they are not the user of the Jinki themselves, or when they are not "empty" enough, they go mad. They are meeting despair derived from the object being away from what they consider a suitable friend, and they are overwhelmed with the feelings of the object. At least from what we can deduce.

"Emptiness" and "trauma", in short, make it much, much easier for someone to bring a Jinki into life. They make it easier for the person's and the Jinki's energies to join in order to reach a balance.

And while Follo's life has been riddled with struggle, I can clearly see that, it WILL take some more time before he gest his own Jinki. It's not that he has no chance of getting one, it's just that he does not have the same constitution as, say, Rudo or Amo or Zodyl, so it will be more difficult.

But maybe this will be the episode, this one misunderstanding, that transforms Follo into someone that an object may feel tempted to, so to speak, complete?

EDIT: ALSO Givers are Givers for their objects. That is to say, one shouldn't become a Giver BECAUSE that way they will gain approval for doing something because they're finally "special" enough to do that thing. Givers simply BECOME. They just BECOME their role, not for a purpose but because of the way they feel and interact with objects in their surroundings.

Again, Follo was probably close to becoming one. So close! He treasured the hammer and took care of it with perseverance. But he did it because otherwise people would be skeptical about him being in the Cleaners. He did it to prove a point... And not necessarily because HE loved the hammer, but because SOMEONE ELSE WHOM HE LOVED had the hammer (see the boy with the lighter hair that says he will become a Giver while holding the hammer? on the fourth page?) and a similar goal.

Follo is not fully living for himself.

[adventuringblind]

Oscar Piastri Ghoulverse HC's

Oscar won the poll I put out, so now I am subjecting you to all the ideas that have been rolling around my head. I'll do a whole fic, eventually, but to give you an idea, I present you with this!

Specific scenarios are always welcome, and my inbox is open to questions!! If you want to make a request, it's an option on my request form, which you can find HERE!

I'm super excited to share this, and feedback is always appreciated! What do y'all want to see more of?

GORE, VIOLENCE, AND NSFW CONTENT BELOW THE CUT!!

IMAGES NOT MINE

Appearance

A trait amongst all ghouls is dark eyes. Docile, unhungry ghouls have iris' but they are hard to make out if you aren't staring at them from at least four inches away. Oscar's are golden, and you can't change my mind.

See images for horn and tail references

His tail, although it has sharp ends, is olldly soft to the touch. It's nice to cuddle with and be wrapped in. Soft tails are prone to getting matted, but Oscar hates anything to do with combs. It's a struggle to get him to his tail groomed.

Ghoul horns can range in neutral colors and shades. Oscar's are black. Some horns are scaley, where others are more bone like. Oscar's horns are bone material and shed away the out layers ever so often. Oscar's are ridged, but the flat surfaces are smooth.

Similar to Max's due to the Ao3 fic. I just haven't been able to picture him any other way.

All ghouls get pointed ears and sharp, elongated canines. Oscar has a wickedly sharp set of teeth that he takes pride in.

Abilities

Reminder that all ghouls have really strong senses and are incredibly strong.

Oscar's abilities lie in smell. He's in the select group of ghouls that can pick out individual scents and discover emotions with his nose.

It smells different for each ghoul.

Like sexual frustration smells like a he snorted a sour patch kid and sadness smells like bleach.

That being said, he reads people like an open book.

Heaven forbid you lie to this man... he will know.

The good thing is that he knows when someone you dislike is approaching and can warn you.

Mannerisms

His tail has a mind of its own and betrays his inner emotions that he doesn't show on his face.

Oscar will say he's fine and doesn't need affection, but his tail will refuse to let his partner go.

It you watch carefully enough, it will play charades to reveal what Oscar is truly thinking about.

He's doesn't like to hunt. He'd rather find food sources through morgues or ghouls that do hunt.

However, he's also not afraid of it if it's truly necessary. Especially if it's for his partner.

The tribe the drivers have created usually switches off on who is tasked with finding food. Some get it through trainers that are trying to help them, some have deals with hospitals and morgues, and other prefer to vigilante style that shit.

Oscar does all three. It usually depends on where they are and who he can get in touch with, if anyone. If he can't, then he'll opt to hunt. But that's a worst-case scenario.

He always goes for the throat and the chest. Something about eating a heart is alluring to him, and his tail makes it easy to get to them.

As a romantic partner

POSSESIVE

He is not afraid to admit that he likes people knowing that his partner is claimed.

Furthermore, it's a protective instinct. Oscar knows the dangers that are out there regardless of what species his mate is.

He'd prefer not to have a dead lover, thank you very much!

It doesn't help that ghouls are rather territorial of what's theirs. Oscar behaves, but you can FEEL him growling at people he doesn't want to get too close or he wants to get away.

To the outside world, he's perfectly smiley, and nobody would ever know. In private, he's attached. He just needs to he near you and smell that you are okay and he'll be fine.

Prefers to stay in with the tribe to do anything fun. It's easier when he gets to look like himself.

The most patient of people.

If his partner is a ghoul but hates the eating human dilemma, then he'll try to make it as normal as he can.

If they are fine eating but not gathering, say no more because Oscar will take care of it.

Because he can smell emotions, he is very attentive. He knows you're sick before you even do. He knows every emotion you're feeling and exactly how to respond.

He's a romantic at heart and wants his lover to feel safe and valued. He's willing to do whatever it takes to make that happen.

Sex!

Yes, sex with ghouls is it's own ordeal

They've got feral animalistic instincts.... tell me they aren't good at it

Humans are also naturally drawn to ghouls

Easily seduced

Which is good considering ghouls have these lovely phases where they get riled up with pent up energy and emotions from pretending to be human all the time.

It depends on the ghoul how often this happens.

Oscar's is, at the very least, going to explode twice a year.

He saves it all up and just loses it at some point.

That being said, he's had consistent sex but typically, it's set up by one of the older tribe members until he learns to do it himself.

Also, it should be noted that these phases are all sorts of intense emotions and not just sexual.

Oscar is doubly clingy and possessive and WILL NOT let his partner leave him if he can help it.

Good luck getting away until he's calmed down.

His tail makes a very good rope to hold a partner where he wants them.

If his partner is a ghoul, then you can expect intertwined tails all the time, including any kind of making love.

Biting... this is a thing for most ghouls, but I felt I should mention it. Oscar bites a lot. Especially a human mate because the amount of trust that would take is ridiculous. He'd never break that and wants to show that through his actions.

Plus... you taste like the most delicious god damn meal ever, and all he has to do is lick you to be satisfied.

If you try to feign arousal, he'll lose his shit. Don't lie to him about it because he'll spend hours figuring you out and leaving you a mess in the process.

Oscar is experimental, and let's be real here... the quiet and most unassuming of people are often the kinkiest beings.

He is open to everything as long as he's not actually eating you, and it's SANITARY. Maybe he'll draw blood from a human partner and bite down on the mating bite he's already put there, but he's not insane... he's not going to rip you open in any kind of dangerous fashion.

Unless his partner is a ghoul because that brings in new factors. If his partner likes hunting then they'd do it together and have probably fucked high on adrenaline and covered in blood. He will also pay special attention to a ghoul partners' horns since they are so sensitive. As in... he'll lick them. Maybe he'll use them as guides.

Giving him head? Best believe he's gripping his partners horns instead of their hair.

Depending on the mood, he will either growl or purr during sex. There is no in-between. Oscar is patent and always tame, but when his emotions do breakthrough, then it's an extreme. This is no different.

We're on the dom Oscar agenda for this blog, btw... (if you haven't noticed already).

He can and will man handle you if he's in a mood and you're not cooperating.

You can't really tease him because he'll just give it back worse later on when you're alone. You can certainly try, though! All you have to do is bite him on the clavicle (mating mark spot) and it'll drive him insane.

Why? Because he's possesive and love when the feeling is reciprocated.

[sapphireshineonao3]

Hello remember me?so I know the genshin impact Livestream just finished but I want to know your opinion about the new tribe, areas and most importantly IFA!!! What do you think about his design and such I think it suits him a lot but what do you think?

Hello! Apologies for the long wait, took me awhile to make time to watch the Livestream. As for my opinions… I LOVE IFA! I'm so happy we finally have an official model and the man is FINALLY appearing in the game! His English voice reminds me of a mix of Wriothesley and Anton (ZZZ).

His… design… I uh, I have opinions on. All good, just… I'm overanalyzing him way WAY too much.

Apologies in advance, but this ask will basically be an Ifa post I've been delaying ever since the trailer dropped.

But before I ramble about Ifa, I love the new areas and the tribe for the Collective of Plenty! I'm definitely pulling for Iansan (not Varesa though) and I'm looking forward to exploring it all! Even though I still have a lot of Natlan World Quests to catch up on, surface level exploration looks beautiful and I am excited! I like Varesa, the more I see her, I get Pinkie Pie vibes from her XD so definitely looking forward to how she's handled during the Tribal Chronicles.

Now… Ifa. The man I have been waiting for EVER SINCE 5.1. I am at 120+ wishes and counting and I just hope I have enough for him and Iansan. IFA… his design… there's so many details on it I nearly got a sensory overload looking at him, but … THE SCARS!

I know the scars are likely just due to occupational hazards because of how he wrangles big saurians, but I can't help but wonder if there's more to it than that. I've actually noticed something interesting in regards to his scars… Primarily the 3 fingered claw one of his right forearm. Beyond just the injury being on the same side as his scarred eye, none of the saurians were likely to have given it to him. The scar is too big to be from a saurian whelp and the adults don't generally attack with their upper claws. Not to mention only 3 of the saurians have 3 fingered claws, and none of their attack patterns involve scratching like the scar suggests. The only creature that could have reasonably given it to him (until proven otherwise) is a Rifthound.

On the other hand, the X shaped scar on his left eye is likely from a Qucusaur if not a Rifthound. What's cute is that Cacucu's eye patch is the same as Ifa’s scar, including the lil X design on it. There's also his asymmetrical design that includes a complete black arm bind around his right arm. Is it merely for protection from scratches and bites? Or perhaps to hide something from view?? The asymmetrical nature of his design is also fun contrast in comparison to Chasca’s design. The asymmetric coverings is actually mirrored, with Ifa’s right side more covered in comparison to Chasca, who's left side is more covered.

Also, we got confirmation he is ANEMO! Meaning I don't have to retcon his vision in my stories, so yay XD However, now I wonder what Ifa lost. Anemo inherently means “freedom” but the running trend of the Anemo wielders of losing someone or something close is strong. So that just begs the question as to what Ifa lost. The popular h/c is that Ifa lost a saurian companion, and people have also mentioned its probably from his occupation of all the saurians he couldn't save during his career.

There's also the fun when looking at Ifa’s tired expression, paired up with a closer look at his dialogue to Ororon in 5.1 (how most people just drift through life without a “true calling” or “purpose”), and Cacucu's line of “bad guy who's resigned all the time”... It gives a lot of fun speculation about what his full personality is like. It's funny since I got the initial impression that Ifa is more of a “go with the flow” or “rolls with the punches” type of person, and while that trait may be true, there's a lot more hiding under the surface and I cannot WAIT to see what is hidden inside his mind…

I have a few more thoughts and ideas, but that's for a different post. However, I am buzzing because my dream of making my Saurian Quartet team a reality is inching ever closer.

Thank you for the ask! I hope my answer was satisfactory ^^

[songoftrillium]

Hello @songoftrillium.

First thing like to say is that I'm a fan of what you're doing with the WtE project and I would like to wish you the best for the future of said project.

Also if have any trouble with Hauglosk then I would recommend you to check out a newly released WTA VN called Purgatory which give a solid origin (or at least a intended origin) for the condition.

Also it has much more interesting take on the Cult of Fenris than base W5. Where they are portrayed more as an actual cult that accepts all garous from different tribes that buys into they prophesy rather than just a fallen tribe (which as far as I know isn't haven't completely fallen in this version of WtA. They just split off from the cult).

Of course if you don't want to brother with playing the VN then I found a good summary/Review on the onyx parth forums (Look under the heading: "Aleksander’s route" for the relevant parts)

Hello!

I appreciate it. I wish under other circumstances that I didn't have to be making this project, but all the same, it's a great passion of mine, and I'm privileged to be working on this.

I appreciate your mention of Hauglosk. From speaking with writers, the original concept was to be something called Ghreena (which comes from the same language root as Harano), reflecting a type of fanaticism that could be uniquely reflected in each tribe. I wish we could have seen that iteration, though; unfortunately, I don't think that's in the cards.

I've played Purgatory; one of my partners gave it to me as a gift, and I've played it through a few times now. As a story, I enjoy it! I don't think it hits the same way Heart of the Forest did (I was straight up moved to tears in parts,) but for what it was, I enjoyed it; I played both the Pat and the Alex missions. I am looking forward to future patching of the software however, I ran into several major bugs (including one that corrupts the game menu) I'm hoping they handle soon. I think once they take care of it, I'll play it a few more times, I'm sure! Of all the Werewolf videogames out there, this game company definitely knows how to tell a story.

In Werewolf: the Essentials, we are employing a Rage mechanic from Mind's Eye Theater Werewolf we in the team have grown fond of called Seethe. Seethe represents that smoldering anger deep within every Garou, waiting to burst out, chase, and kill things. The mechanic is straightforward:

If something happens to upset, aggravate, annoy, or otherwise perturb your Garou, they gain a point of Seethe, represented as a temporary point of Rage that can go past your permanent Rage score if you let it.

If your character does not become further aggravated, the Seethe point goes away on its own; you can lose one Seethe per hour in this way. The Garou may spend that Seethe as ordinary Rage to burn it off, as well.

If your Seethe exceeds your permanent Rage score by 3 dots, you instantly frenzy.

To be certain, Rage functions a bit more like Legacy in that frenzying isn't an ideal outcome, but your Rage doesn't constantly increase. You also won't need to kill something every turn to stay in Crinos. Rituals, moots, training, etc., can happen in the Crinos form without having to go on a rampage, in short. I think, ultimately, this will benefit everyone, regardless of the edition.

As for the Get of Fenris (Cult of Fenris as you know them), the tribe has been completely rewritten from the ground up to have a lot more grounding to their culture of origin (and no more bloody fascists in my game lol)

I appreciate your reaching out!

If enough people show interest, I'll publish information on the new Get of Fenris.

[artbyfinnbrown]

I Read the Re: Zero IFs

I’ve got thoughts on each of them. Some of these thoughts are more in-depth than others.

Wrath IF: What is this guys deal even? 

The two other “Evil” Subarus (Pride and Gluttony,) while certainly unhinged, had very clear goals (getting Emilia on the Throne, and patching together [Natsuki Subaru], respectively).  But I can’t even tell what this Subaru wants. And to be honest, I don’t even know if Subaru knows want Subaru wants. 

Also, how exactly Subaru became a crime lord? I don’t doubt that Subaru COULD become a crime lord, but I’m curious as to the step-by step process that got him to this point.

Sloth IF: Rem should have been allowed to girlboss more.

Overall though, a very fun story about Subaru, Rem, and their 2 roommates, the wolf ninja who can clone himself, and half of a great spirit. Compared to all the other IFs, this one feels so disconnected from the main story. I don’t think anyone mentions what’s been happening in Lugunica once during this IF.

This also means that the characters form this IF are still around right?  I know Halibel shows up at some point in the main route. But is main route Zarestia still around? Does she still want to kill people? Or is she stuck separated for her light orb? Also, there’s technically another surviving member of the Oni tribe who may be alive? She was alive at some point, maybe not anymore. 

Pride IF: What a drama nerd. This guy can’t do anything with a given situation except escalate it. Ranting at a man about how much you want to be him, and then wishing him a happy birthday, as the city burns around you, was pretty funny. From a certain perspective.

(I make these jokes because what he’s doing is really sad. I’m pretty sure that Greed Subaru is the only one who has Pride Subaru beat for having died the most. He really threw everything away - including his life - for the sake of one girl who was nice to him)

Lust IF: I’m disappointed in myself for reading this, but not as disappointed as I am that this IF exists in the first place.

 

Greed IF: The Tragedy if the AU is greatly increased by the events of canon. Technically this is applicable to all of the IFs, but a few small changes to canon could have easily made this if one of the “Good” ones.

There is a world where Canon went a little differently, and Main Route Subaru was able to save almost everyone, but not everyone at the end of the Arc 4. And he would have accept that no matter how many times he tries, he can’t save everyone. If that had happened, Greed IF could have been hopeful, in a rather depressing way.  “Oh, Subaru may have destroyed himself mentally, but he got to save everyone!” But that’s not how canon went. Main Route Subaru did save everyone, which in turn invalidates everything Greed IF Subaru believes.

Subaru didn’t need to abuse return by death. He didn’t need to stretch his relationships to the limit to keep people safe. He didn’t need to make a deal with a witch. Subaru didn’t have to do any of this. But he has to tell himself that that he did, otherwise the small amount of mental stability he has left will shatter.

Gluttony IF: I expected Subaru to be much more unhinged.

Obviously his actions are incredibly messed up. Everyone around him knows this, and even Subaru knows this, but believes his actions are an entirely necessary evil. But he never acts “crazy”. In all the interactions through the IF, he acts “normal”. If anything, seems less eccentric than Main Route Subaru. In all of the conversations he as, even if the other people act increasing confused or angry, he alway acts calm and rational, even when he’s talking about things like flooding an entire city.

And that honestly makes him even more unsettling.