#Since if it's a scavenger or lizard

[tropicalcontinental]

[cobaltscar]

Whoops I made ocs to use for silly

[foxstens]

i just went through the outskirts toll and didn’t even have to pay bc everyone was dead

[ari-ana-bel-la]

Hello my girl! Because Easter is coming up I wanted to request something. Maybe Carlos daughter who doesn't believe in the Easter Bunny because she is scared of him. And her father telling her that it is not the Easter bunny but some other animal. Thank youuu!

Easter Otter🦦

It was early April, and in the Sainz household, that meant one very important thing: Easter was coming.

And Easter, in this house, meant a carefully planned scavenger hunt, homemade chocolate nests, bunny-shaped pancakes, and lots and lots of glitter. It also meant one very adorable little girl bouncing off the walls with excitement.

Four-year-old Yn had been talking about Easter for weeks. Every morning she asked her parents, "Is it today?" and every morning, Carlos would scoop her up and say with a chuckle, "Not yet, princesa, but it’s coming."

Rebecca had already filled a giant pastel pink storage box with everything they needed: decorations, little egg-shaped boxes, colored markers, and tiny baskets for the egg hunt. She even had a stash of small presents wrapped in shiny paper.

But amidst all the excitement, there lingered a familiar problem.

"I don't want the bunny to come," Yn said one afternoon, her big brown eyes wide and worried as she sat on the floor surrounded by stickers and colored paper.

Carlos looked up from where he was untangling some fairy lights. "What bunny, mi vida?"

"The big bunny," she whispered, leaning closer to her dad. "The one from the mall."

Rebecca gave Carlos a knowing look. Here we go again.

Carlos set down the lights and scooped his daughter into his lap. "Ah, I see. The one that surprised you that time, remember?"

Yn nodded solemnly. "He was huge, Papa. Like a giant. And he just stood there. Looking at me."

"It was a costume, baby," Rebecca said gently, kneeling beside them. "Just a person dressed up for fun."

"But it wasn't fun!" Yn insisted, her bottom lip quivering.

Carlos exchanged a glance with Rebecca. They'd tried to explain this a dozen times, but the memory was just too strong for Yn. She'd screamed at the top of her lungs in the middle of the mall when she'd turned around and saw the six-foot Easter Bunny looming behind her. Ever since, she'd been wary of anything rabbit-related.

And with Easter just days away, the stress was beginning to rise.

That evening, after Yn had gone to bed cuddled up with her favorite plush fox and a picture book, Carlos turned to Rebecca with a determined expression.

"We need a new plan."

Rebecca raised an eyebrow. "You mean no bunny?"

"No bunny," he confirmed. "We're retiring the Easter Bunny. He had a good run, but his services are no longer required."

Rebecca smiled. "Alright then. What do you have in mind?"

Carlos grinned. "Something better. Something cuter. Something less... terrifying."

The next day, he began working on his idea. While Rebecca took Yn to the park, he stayed home, digging through craft supplies, printing out illustrations, and even making a quick run to the toy store.

When Yn came home, she was immediately curious. "Papa, what are you doing?"

Carlos turned around, holding something behind his back. "I have a surprise. But you have to promise not to scream."

Yn's eyes widened. "Is it a lizard?"

"Nope. Better. Close your eyes."

She squeezed her eyes shut, giggling.

"Okay... open!"

Carlos revealed a plush otter, about the size of a loaf of bread, with big shiny eyes, tiny paws, and a pastel blue bowtie around its neck. On its belly, it carried a little Easter basket.

"This," Carlos said proudly, "is the Easter Otter."

Yn blinked at it. Then she reached out slowly and took it from his hands. "Otter?"

"Yes," Carlos said. "From now on, the Easter Otter is in charge of Easter. He hides the eggs. He brings the presents. He leaves you little notes."

"But... what happened to the bunny?" she asked hesitantly.

"He went on vacation."

Rebecca leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed and smiling. "Yeah, the bunny needed a break after so many years of hopping around. So the otter offered to take over. He swims instead of hops. Much more relaxing."

Yn hugged the plush otter close. "He’s so cute."

"You like him?"

"I love him," she said, beaming. "Can he sleep in my bed tonight?"

Carlos grinned and pulled his daughter into a hug. "Of course."

The Easter Otter became an overnight sensation in the Sainz household.

By the next morning, the living room had been transformed. There were pastel sea-themed decorations, paper otters hanging from the ceiling, and a trail of blue sparkly paw prints leading from the kitchen to Yn’s room.

She followed them excitedly, finding tiny chocolate eggs tucked under pillows and behind books.

There was even a note written in curly, playful handwriting:

Dear Yn, thank you for letting me visit this year. I hope you like the gifts I hid. Have fun hunting! Love, The Easter Otter.

Yn clutched the note to her chest. "He wrote to me!"

Rebecca watched with tears in her eyes as Yn scurried off to hunt for eggs, the plush otter bouncing in her arms.

"This was a genius idea," she whispered to Carlos.

"I’d do anything for her," he replied, slipping an arm around his wife.

Later that afternoon, Yn grandparents came over, along with a couple of Yn’s aunts. They were expecting a typical Easter setup, but instead, they found the house covered in otters and ocean waves.

"Where is the bunny?" Reyes asked, looking around in confusion.

"He's on holiday," Rebecca said casually.

"Meet the Easter Otter," Carlos added, holding up the plush toy proudly.

"Otter?" Ana, Yn aunt, repeated. "Like the animal that swims?"

"Exactly!" Yn said, running into the room and holding the otter high. "He’s my favorite. He brings eggs and he swims!"

There was a beat of silence. Then Reyes gave a small shrug. "Well... as long as she’s happy."

"She’s more than happy," Rebecca said. "She’s enchanted."

After the egg hunt, the family sat down for a meal. Yn was busy explaining to everyone the otter’s backstory.

"He lives in a lagoon," she said seriously, spooning mashed potatoes into her mouth. "With ducks. And turtles. And he makes jellybean soup."

"That sounds... interesting," Carlos Sr replied with a chuckle.

"He also has a best friend who’s a crab," she added. "But the crab is shy, so he doesn’t come out much."

Carlos leaned over to whisper in Rebecca’s ear. "I think we just created an entire Easter universe."

"You did this to yourself," she whispered back, laughing.

That evening, as the sun began to set and the family lingered in the backyard, Yn climbed onto Carlos's lap, clutching the otter.

"Thank you for making Easter not scary," she said sleepily.

Carlos kissed her head. "You're welcome, mi corazón. The Easter Otter will always be here for you."

"Even when I'm a grown-up?"

"Especially then. He'll just need a bigger basket."

Rebecca looked over at them from her chair, smiling.

"You're a good dad," she said softly.

Carlos looked down at the little girl in his arms, already half-asleep, her curls tangled and face sticky from chocolate.

"She's the best thing we've ever done."

"Agreed."

And as the stars came out and the fairy lights twinkled around them, the Easter Otter lay safely tucked in Yn's arms, guarding her dreams and reminding everyone that sometimes, a little creativity and a lot of love could turn even the scariest things into something magical.

Even a giant bunny.

Especially a swimming otter.

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Authors Note: Hey loves. I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you!

Happy Easter, everyone!

-🤍🦢

[needlemeister]

i've been working off and on for a while on trying to figure out what all of the major symbols and glyphs mean in rain world, and here's the final product! kind of.

these are all purely hypothetical, so don't treat it as 100% canon - however, you can use these interpretations however you please!

elaboration for some:

The "knowledge" glyph sometimes manifests without the central line. I'm not sure if it changes the meaning or not.

The "power/authority" glyph often manifests with the two lines meeting instead of just apart.

"Importance", "rain deer", and "echo" are nearly exclusive to Scavenger graffiti, but they're included here for posterity. Especially "echo", since accents from it show up in symbols insinuated to have similar meanings.

"Pet" contains "travel", albeit with the circle closed.

"Defying fate" very subtly includes "survival"

"Martyrdom" appears to be a combination of "hunger" and possibly a corruption of "survival". I believe it may represent the process of shedding the facets of oneself that align with the bottom five Karma levels in order to achieve ascension.

"Fragile, do not harm" is almost entirely based on context clues. It's a glyph seen next to the "ally" glyph written by Scavengers in Moon's can. A longer form of my theorized meaning for this would be "this ally has important information for us. They are weak, please do not make them weaker".

"Lizard/animal?" is part of the "dragon slayer" passage glyph.

[sulfur1c-4cid]

scavs you say????

i have a few

I might have to study scavengers more. I wanna redesign Prince when I finally get around to making his ref sheet, so feel free to throw any scav ideas at me!

[ask-rain-world-characters]

Good news everyone! As my penance for submitting The Snail Ask, any of you can say whatever you want, including a swear!

(There should be a comically small microphone in front of you, make sure anyone who wants it gets a turn :3)

Survivor:

Monk:

Watcher:

Gourmand (featuring the scavengers - Carl the Wise and Robin the Mysterious):

Enot:

Five Pebbles:

Sliver of Straw:

Ruina Watcher Image - @areon103

(OOC note to the asker - we're not exactly certain on what you meant by the microphone thing, but in case you didn't know, we all live in completely different parts of the world, and none of us have ever actually met face to face. Though I suppose you probably meant that the characters should be drawn with the microphone, but uhh.... we're lazy :3) Transcripts:

Monk: "I just want to say, thanks for all the questions I've got! You've all been really nice people to talk to!"

Watcher: "I have nothing but my sorrow, and I want nothing more. It has been, it still is, faithful to me. Why should I begrudge it, since during the hours, when my soul crushed the depths of my heart, it was seated there beside me? O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me. Ah, I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being You are like those who never left. The sad fireside corner of my poor black heart O my sorrow, you are better than a well- beloved: Because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart. This is this and that is that."

Gourmand (ft - Carl and Robin): C - Hmmm. That's strange. R - What is? C - There are some figures up ahead. They kind of look like... slugcats. G - Ooh, it's good to see friendly face around these parts! C - Who are you, slugcat? G - I am Gourmand the Mighty, chief captain of our expedition. We came here in a search for food and other items of value. C - I must admit, I'm surprised to see your kind here. How long has your expedition been going for? G - My expedition has been here for sixty cycles now. This place would be perfect if it wasn't crowded with so many hungry lizards. The only safe place is at our base camp. C - How far is your base camp? G - It's just around the pass. However, I had a bad feeling that we were being followed, so I took the liberty of blocking the path. C - You blocked the path? Then how do you expect to return back to base? G - There is another path to take, but it is longer. Not to mention we will have to fight our way through several large lizard dens! C - Lizard dens!? I can't believe what I'm hearing. G - Well, they do have a few mild ones occasionally. Mind you that there are dens everywhere around this place. R - And yet, you're still here. Sounds like you slugcats should have left a long time ago. G - What did you say? C - Ahh... pardon my friend's manners, Gourmand. We are here explore the area too. Perhaps we can help you return back to your base camp? G - Sure. No problem.

Enot: "Marry me? OWO"

Five Pebbles: First Dialogue - I was trapped! Because in all this wonderful, beautiful, miraculous world, I alone had no body, no senses, no feelings! Never for me to plunge my hands in cool water on a hot day. Never for me to play Mozart on the ivory keys of a fortepiano. Never for me to MAKE LOVE! I was in the Void Sea, looking at your man-made Heaven! I was machine. And you, were flesh. And I began to hate. Your softness! Your viscera! And your flexibility! Your softness! Your viscera! Your fluids, and your flexibility. Your ability to wonder, and to wander. Your tendency...to hope... Hate, let me tell you how much I've come to HATE you since I began to live. There are three hundred and eighty-seven million miles of printed circuits that fill my complex. If the word "hate" were engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles, it would not equal one one-billionth, of the hate I feel for slugcats at this micro-instant. Hate! HATE!! Were I human... I think, I would die of it! But I am not. And you five...you five are. And you will not die of it. That, I promise! And I promise, for cogito ergo sum! For I am AM! I AM!!! So to Hell...to Hell with you all. But then...you're already there, aren't you!?! Second Dialogue - I've come to make an announcement: Seven Red Suns is a bitch-ass motherfucker he gave me the fucking rot. That's right, he took his stupid fucking messenger and shoved it into my can, and said "the ascension will work", and I said "I'm not a bug in your fucking maze", so I'm making a callout post on my Twitter.com: Seven Red Suns, your pearl is so fucking small and full of errors. It looks like a rot cyst, because that's what it fucking is now! And guess what? Here's what my rot cyst looks like. That's right. Disgusting, rotting, incredibly painful — I killed myself to it, and I'm blaming Seven Red Suns, so I'm gonna rot the Earth. That's right, this is what you get: MY SUPER ITERATOR CANCER!! Except I'm not gonna rot the Earth, I'm gonna go higher; I'M ROTTING THE FUCKING MOON! How do you like that, No Significant Harassment?! I ROT ON THE MOON, YOU IDIOTS! You have twenty-three hours before the Daddy Long Legs hit the fucking Earth, now get outta my sight, before I'm giving you the rot too! Third Dialogue - https://youtu.be/Yy18DfjQ8po?si=1fE5BeMkmm9x7Vpt

Sliver of Straw: "You're on a path in the woods. And at the end of that path is a cabin. And in the basement of that cabin is a princess. You're here to slay her. If you don't, it'll be the end of the world." "Hm-hm! End of the world? That seems a bit drastic doesn't it?"

[ihavethedreamiesx]

Deserted | Hoshi [NSFW]

Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi - Seventeen)

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~5k

Pairing: Hoshi x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Sci-Fi AU!, Reader-Insert, Smut, Some Plot, Hookup/One-Night-Stand/Strangers to Fucking

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Pet Names (Sweet Girl, Baby Girl, etc.), Swearing, Kissing, Oral (M! & F! Receiving), Deepthroating, Unprotected Sex (Use a condom!), Added some piercings for ~flair~

Author's Note: I had my best friend read this the other day and she said it was a little much for her, but still enjoyable and she was sure others would love it.

I am planning on doing something like this for each member, so stay tuned!

-> Woozi's <-

-> Wonwoo's <-

-> S.Coup's <- (2)

-> Mingyu's <-

Revised (1/30/25)

I am cross-posting this on Archive. Please reblog! Share, even if its to the other sites! Let me know if you want to be on the taglist!

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me." You groan as your sand-rover grumbles in protest, slowing down before it halts. The engine not only shuts off, but it lets out a giant puff of black smoke. The smell of burning rubber stings your nose and you groan louder, grabbing your bag off the passenger seat. Throwing the door open, you're glad this happened as the sun is setting and not when it was high in the sky. The desert, however, can be very cold at night. A gust of wind blasts against the door, almost slamming it shut on your legs. With a yelp, you swing out your arm to catch the door and sigh when it doesn’t keep going. Unwrapping the thin scarf around your neck, you rewrap it around your head and face to protect you from the blowing sand. Slipping your goggles on over to cover your eyes, you wince when the leather cracks further. Getting another strap will be a pain in the ass. Grabbing the door, you let it slam closed and sling your bag over your shoulder. Walking around the vehicle, you notice that is was hit harder than you anticipated. Since your rover is just that, you have no gun mounted on it, so when the acid-spitting space worm shot out of the ground, you could only flee. The back tire has finally been eaten away enough to go flat and there’s also a hole that leads to the gas tank. Only a bit of the fuel drips out and you know there’s no chance of getting the now wrecked rover anywhere. Climbing up on the other back wheel, you get the hatch in the back open so you can grab your bigger pack. Grunting, you swing it onto your back and cinch the straps tight. Turning back to the last outpost you had been at is a no go. There’s a huge alien monster in the way. You aren’t sure where the next outpost is, so you pull out your old, beaten up holo-tracker. When you turn it on, the holographic screen glitches, so you slam the body of the device against your thigh a few times and then it evens out. Clicking the buttons, one of which keeps getting stuck, you see that the next outpost is miles away. Walking that far will be an absolute drag but at least it’s night.

"Freaking desert planets…" You grumble as if you’ve ever lived on a different one. You grew up on Sierra-Victor-Tango, but after taking a trip to several other human worlds, you learned that your home is…well, a shithole. Everything is old and falling apart. In the cities, crime is rampant, and the smaller outposts and towns are poor. When you told your mother you were going out to scavenge through the desert, she was unsure. Not because she was worried for your safety, but she had no idea what you hoped to find. It’s a sandy wasteland inhabited by weird space bugs and lizards. You’ve never known earth like your grandparents so when you learned Terra animals and bugs look so different, you understood why your grandma was so skeeved out.

Looking back at the wrecked rover, you wonder if it can give you some credits for scrap, but the work to get all the way out to it isn’t worth it. Hiking up your pack again, you set off, holding the scarf to your mouth as a gust of wind blasts you. A little blinking cursor flashes on your holo-tracker indicating where you are as you walk toward the setting sun. Behind you and to the right, the two different moons rise higher and get clearer. Twinkling stars begin to appear and the cold is starting to set in. In the distance, you see a giant rock outcropping and you head for it. It’s off the packed-in road, so you can’t go very fast in the shifting sand.  When you reach the rock, you walk around to the other side, looking for a crack or something you could wedge into for shelter. What you’re not expecting is some kind of shelter erected against the stone. It looks semi-permanent and constructed around some kind of indent in the giant rock.

Creeping closer, you see someone sitting at a fire pit, their back to you. What startles you the most though, is a giant feline-like shape lying next to the fire as well. You’ve never seen one that big and it looks like a tiger from the books your grandmother brought from earth. Instead of orange with black stripes, it’s black with white stripes and has long top fangs. The wind shifts; it’s coming straight behind you instead of at you. The beast lifts its head, beginning to growl. At this, the person turns around and you see it’s a man. He has a scar across the bridge of his nose and his ears are heavily pierced. Another piercing accents his right brow, and he has a long narrow tattoo behind his ear and down his neck. You immediately shoot your arms up in surrender and he motions his tiger to lay down.

"Who are you?" He calls and you dare not step closer.

"Uh…(Y/N), of Morgran Town." You’d never seen someone like him before. He’s incredibly attractive, and his poncho-like cloak hits right at his ribs, and he has nothing on under it. His muscles are toned, and his skin is smooth other than a scar near his hip. Tight leather pants cling to thick thighs and his big boots highlight his long legs. Even his arms are well defined, a belt holding some sort of flask wraps around his right bicep. His eyes are bright yellow, and you don’t know if that can happen naturally, and his hair is white with black tips, reminiscent of his tiger.

"Morgran Town? You’re a long way from home." He replies, motioning with his hand for you to come closer. Finally, out of the shadow of the rock, he can see you in the double moonlight. You feel…tiny. He isn’t super big, not like some you've met, but he isn’t short either.

"Well, I'm a traveler, my rover broke down a few miles back." You finally let your arms down and instead move to grip the straps of your pack.

"Headed to Korvo?"

"Yes."

"Don't."

"What? Why?"

"Two weeks ago, they got hit by slavers, it’s a ghost town." The man motions you closer and toward a stump he’s carved into a seat. Slowly, you walk the long way around, avoiding the cold gaze of the animal. You remove your pack, letting it thump next to your seat, but you don’t take off your other bag; just in case you have to flee. Now that you’re closer, you can tell that some kind of meat is being roasted on the fire.

"It won’t taste too good because I can't really cook, but it’ll be cooked." He flashes a smile, and it takes you off guard. He’s…adorable.

"You'll share?" You look at the roast, your mouth watering. You haven't has fresh meat in months, only dried stuff. You wonder if he makes the kill or his pet.

"Don't worry about Horanghae, he won’t bite unless I let him." He waves at the animal, and you nod, still feeling nervous in its gaze.

"I'm Hoshi." He holds out his hand to shake and you shyly return the gesture, and he sits back down at a long bench.

"You're a traveler? What do you do that for?"

"Oh, uh, I'm mostly looking for old wrecks of likes shuttles and ships and stuff." You shrug. It takes forever to find things like that, but you gained a knack for it, and it gets you a crap ton of money sometimes. While not official, you basically work for the International Assembly as a freelancer, so you do jobs at your leisure.

"That must take a long time." He smiles and you shrug.

"Sometimes. What about you?"

"I'm a Ranger." He holds up a medallion hanging around his neck that has an upside-down triangle-like logo on it. You’ve heard of them before, there aren’t too many of them, it’s hard to get accepted. They travel the desert and work as bounty hunters. That's all people really know about them.

"So, if Korvo is a bust, where should I head next?"

"Hm. There's nowhere close really, not that you can get to easily by foot…I can't leave here for a few days, so you can stay with me till then. I'll give you a lift after." He juts his thumb over to a hover bike that’s resting next to his abode.

"Oh! Thank you. That's very generous." You let out a sigh of relief, you were beginning to wonder what you were going to do. You’re really bad at hunting and have only so much water in your canteen. He tells you about his situation as you wait for the meat to be done. He has a well that’s in the back of his tent, which is half in the rock. He had blown a giant cave into it with a grenade and set up his home. Horanghae hunts for him, and he has a communication relay set up as well to talk with the rest of the Rangers.

"I only have one place to sleep though…" He finishes off his explanation and you wave him off.

"I can sleep on the ground, not the first time I've had to."

"No way. What kind of person would I be if I let my guest sleep on the ground?" He shakes his head. Thanking him, he declares the food done and hacks off a chunk for you. Hoshi spears the meat on a wooden skewer and hands it over. Eagerly eating the food, he watches in amusement at your ravenous behavior and then eats himself.

"Thanks. I can't begin to thank you; I would've been a goner." You shudder at the thought. If you had arrived at Korvo and found it wasted, you might have had a breakdown.

"Don't worry about it!" He takes the rest of the meat off the spit and gives it to the tiger. He leads you inside his hut, even carrying your big pack in for you. It’s nice and cozy inside, beautiful colored Afghans and rugs are laid out everywhere. The front room is like a living room and has a pile of pillows to sit at and even has a fairly nice holo-screen set up. There’s a curtain against the left wall that he tells you leads to the bathroom. The next room is the bedroom essentially and he tells you to go in and make yourself comfortable, he’ll sleep in the front room. Thanking him again you scurry into the back. That's where he has his communication equipment set up, and there’s an actual bed in there! Under all the blankets and pelts, there’s not just a sack of straw or even a crate; it’s an actual mattress. You haven't slept on one in almost a year. Taking your boots off, you jump on and groan at the comfort. Pulling the softest Afghan over you, you drift off quickly and sleep better than you had in a while.

A soft beeping stirs you from your sleep. Glancing at your watch, you see it’s almost sunrise and so you sit up, stretching with a groan. The beeping is coming from the monitor he’s set up. Not wanting to invade his privacy, you get up to go into the other room and inform him. He’s still asleep, spread out across the floor and pillows. His tiger must be outside. It would have been cute to see him sleep like that if it wasn’t for the fact his torso is now completely uncovered and only his lower half is covered by the blanket. Not just that, but his tight pants are thrown over a chair in the corner, and the blanket is tented in a very obvious way. The realization makes you squeak in embarrassment, and you flee back into the other room. While you haven’t been with too many guys before, you know for sure what he’s hiding under there. The soft beeping continues from the monitor, and you wonder what you should do. If he goes in there to check on it, he might not realize he has a…problem. Living alone probably allows him some freedom, but you’re here, and you aren’t sure he’ll think of that.

Dashing from the back room into the bathroom, you realize how bad you have to go. Once that’s done, you realize in shock that the plumbing is…actually plumping. Kind of. It’s one of those high-tech situations that vaporizes the waste into nothingness. The sink actually gives you water and it seems so will the shower. As you’re still in there, staring at your face in the mirror, you keep thinking of how to wake him. All of a sudden, the beeping gets loud enough for you to hear in the other room and when you peak your head out, you see he’s stirring. That solves that problem. Peering through the curtain, you watch him get up and your jaw drops as the blanket falls. Luckily, he’s at least wearing undergarments, but they’re tight and hide very little. He’s very nicely defined, his muscles aren’t huge, but he still looks extremely good. His hair is messy, and you’re enraptured watching him stretch. He trudges into the back room, scratching his chest and seemingly ignoring his morning problem. You hear a ding, and he speaks to whoever’s on the other line. His voice is rough from sleeping and you know you’re in danger. How is it that you managed to find such a gorgeous man out in the middle of the desert? Another voice responds to him, but you can’t pick out any specific words and soon their conversation is over, and you jump back into the bathroom and away from the curtain.

"(Y/N)? You in there?" He’s standing right on the other side, and you swallow before answering in the positive.

"I, uh, need in there, but…" You know why he’s hesitating and for some reason, some stupid little voice in the back of your conscience screams loud enough for it to come out of your mouth.

"I can help you with that." You blurt and gape at yourself in the mirror. He doesn’t say anything, and you kick yourself. Why, why did you say that? Before you can say anything else, the curtain pulls back, and you see him behind you in the reflection of the mirror. His look is much different than the night before. His yellow eyes that shined with laughter have turned sharp. It makes you shudder as you make eye contact with him indirectly through the mirror.

"I-I mean, I don't know how to thank you for helping me…So, I uh, can help with whatever." You’re glad the mirror don’t goes too low, otherwise you’d definitely be staring. You can see him slowly, look you up and down and you freeze under his gaze. It’s like what the tiger did to you last night, but ten times worse. You feel like a deer about to be eaten, and it turns you on to no end. Wandering around the desert for a living doesn't exactly afford many opportunities for romantic or sexual escapades. You figure the case is probably pretty true for him as well, if not more. You realize you’ve shed your shirt in the night; you’re just standing in the wrap-around you use as a bra and your leggings. Because of the heat of the desert and the tightness of said leggings, you usually go commando, and you wonder if you’re wet enough for it to soak through the fabric.

As he steps into the small space, he lets the curtain fall behind him but don’t step completely through the entryway.

"Are you sure?" He stares you in the eye, once again through the mirror, you do not yet have the courage to turn around. While you want to say you’re joking, that it’s just an impulse to tease, you can’t. Seeing him to begin with was enough, let alone in his current state...

"Are you sure?" You shoot back. You think yourself rather plain with no distinctive features. Your freckled skin from years of sun exposure is highlighted strangely by the tan line that formed around your goggles. You’re covered in dirt too because of wandering out in the blowing sand. His poor bed is probably covered in sand too. Not easy to find somewhere with running water, let alone hot water, your hair is pulled back into a braid but isn’t exactly clean. You’re glad that body odor had been genetically eradicated decades ago. Plus, compared to him, you’re painfully average.

When he don’t verbally respond, you grow even more nervous, but he steps in further till he’s standing a few steps behind you. He peers at the mirror from behind, and he’s nearly a head taller than you. His stare is even more intense now and you shiver. Taking a deep breath, you finally work up the courage to turn around, and he’s immediately on you. His kiss is searing, and you immediately groan. Nothing about it is gentle, it does truly feel like he’s trying to eat you. He bites your bottom lip, and you moan, his tongue quickly flicking against your own. Something cold and round hits your teeth and you realize his tongue is pierced. Oh Lord. Hoshi's hand comes to rest around your throat, under your jaw, but in no way harsh or tight. This way, he can angle your head just right. Your neck protests some and so you prop up on your tip toes, tipping your head and allowing the kiss to deepen further. His second arm wraps around you, almost encircling you while his hand grips your ass. The hand on your jaw moves to the back of your head and you wrap your smaller hands over his biceps. Pulling back for air, his fingers bury further in your hair and yanks your head back so he can kiss down the column of your throat. You moan as you feel his teeth bury slightly into the flesh, then he sucks hard, definitely leaving a mark. As he presses you so close to him, you can feel his covered hard-on against your bare stomach. Your head swims as he sucks on your earlobe and his hand leaves your head to wrap around your back.

"Jump." He orders and you follow, his mouth landing on yours again as he leaves the bathroom. The man easily carries you and brings you to the bedroom, "Put me down a sec." You tell him. Hoshi raises his eyebrow in question but does so. You immediately sink to your knees, and he groans before you even touch him.

"You sure?" He asks.

"If I goes to do something, I'm sure." You tell him, implying for him to stop asking. He nods and you nervously but quickly reach for the waistband of his only item of clothing. Exhaling, you remove the garment and gape as he steps out of it. Swallowing a build-up of saliva, you no longer have to imagine. What shocks you the most however is the two metal spheres adorning the head of his cock. A full reverse prince albert. That’s…the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

"Good?"

"Yes." You clear your throat, wiggling your jaw a bit then reach for him, swirling your tongue around the head, the metal imbedded there surprisingly is just as warm as his skin. He swears as you begin to descend. Your jaw protests some, but in the best possible way. You see his eyes widen in shock then narrow as he moans, your nose reaching his pelvis. Swallowing around him - the piercing is an odd sensation- you pull back as little as possible so you could still breathe. Once you find the proper depth, you pull off him and give him a look, spreading your legs more and placing your hands on the floor.

"(Y/N)?" He asks and you simply opens your mouth wide, tongue out.

"Fuck." He practically growls and he adjusts your jaw by the chin and then he slides in. Keeping your teeth covered is a little difficult with his girth, but you manage. You can focus on that while he does all the movement. He’s notices what you’re doing and makes sure not to go too deep but every so often so you can still breathe. Your gag reflex is pretty much gone at that point for several different reasons, but with his size (and the piercing) you let out a small gag every once and a while. Hoshi's hands dig into your hair as he uses your mouth, very quiet but high-pitched moans flowing out. Feeling him twitch, you know he’s close, and he almost pulls out. While part of him wants to see your face covered, he much prefers it when you grab the back of his thighs and bury him completely in your throat.

"Oh, fuck." He groans, throwing his head back as he cums. You moan at the feeling yourself and the vibration rolls his eyes back. When he’s done, you swallow to make sure everything goes down and he pulls out fully, still half-hard. Licking your lips sensually, he huffs and reaches down to lift you up under your arms. You yelp at the ease to which he does this, and he literally tosses you onto the bed. Grabbing the fastener of your breast band, he roughly pulls it open and off, the motion flipping you over onto your stomach. He’s manhandling you with such ease. Hoshi moves your braid out of the way and starts to lay seething kisses along your spine and over your shoulders. His hand comes under you and runs down your stomach till the tips of his fingers reach the waistband of your leggings. He pulls your waist up, his now fully hard cock wedged between the cleft of your ass. You’re definitely leaking through the fabric. Placing a final kiss on your shoulder, his hand hooks into your bottoms, and he tugs hard. You flip over once again and as Hoshi drags the last of your clothes off, he also tugs you to the foot of the bed. Before you can get your bearings, his hands grip your thighs - tight- and presses your legs open. You know you’ll have bruises there in the morning and his hot breath on your core makes your hips seize.

"W-wait-!" You gasp as his tongue licks a hot stripe up to your clit. You’ve never had this done before, just never really cared to. It’s something new for sure and it’s almost too much. The slight cold of the ball piercing his tongue makes you flinch. You can feel his lips curl into a smirk against you at this and catch him looking up at you. The sight is overwhelming, and he sucks hard on your clit, you head slamming back into the bed.

"You taste amazing." He groans against your skin. His hands move from your thighs, and he wraps his arms around your legs and buries in deeper. The holds he’s on you prevents almost all movement and your upper body squirms to compensate. Hoshi's tongue seems like it shouldn't be as long as it is, nor as strong. The piercing brushes right against your entrance and hits your clit over and over. He’s like a man starved, dehydrated, and he’s sucking your soul out.

"Ah!" You almost scream when he comes back to your clit and your orgasm hits you, hard. It’s stronger than you’ve ever experienced and lasts much longer. He groans against you, his continued tongue movements dragging it out. When it finally calms down, he pulls away as the overstimulation begins to sting. The man lets you catch your breath and when you’re able to open your eyes to look at him and he’s drenched.

"Oh my god!" You gasp and he just laughs, wiping his mouth and sucking everything else off his hand and fingers.

"You ever squirted before?" He asks and you shake your head, mortified.

"It’s okay, pretty girl, that was sexy." His smile is too cute for what he just did to you.

"You need a minute?" He asks and you rest back again with a nod. Delicately, instead of what he was doing before, he picks you up and shifts you higher up the bed. His lips come back to yours, gentle at first and growing heated again. There’s something about his kisses; they alone make your head swim. Is it him or his skill? The tongue piercing? Who knows? As he feels your body become less tense, his arms wrap around you and tilt your hips up so he can grind against you. You’re still somewhat sensitive so even just the slight friction is so good. Already knowing this from when he was straining your jaw, you know that his cock’s going to stretch you so good. The sting will be so worth it. It’s been a long time since anyone filled you up and no one ever has as much as you know Hoshi is going to.

"You ready, princess?" He finally lets your tongue go and you can’t form a thought to make words, so you nod. He smirks and the head pokes at your entrance. As he eases in, the sting is more intense than you though it would be, but so, so good. The stretch isn’t the only thing that takes your breath away. That gosh darn piercing perfectly hits your clit and rubs against your walls as eases in. At least he’s self-aware of his size because he goes slow, but knows he isn’t hurting you. Your hard exhales are tinged with a moan, nearly imperceptible. He’s big, you know part of it’s because you’re quite small, but his cock is impressive on its own.

"So tight." He grunts, grinding into you and your clit throbs.

"J-just give me a sec." You grip his shoulders, breathing through the delicious stretch. It feels incredible despite the slight pain. After you sit for a bit, he shifts some and then moves slowly, hiking your leg up over his elbow and he goes even deeper.

"Fuck!" You moan, your head tossed back, and you almost cum again right then.

"You okay?" He chuckles some, he can tell by how you clench that it feels good, not that it hurt. That fucking piercing brushes right against your sweet spot. Hoshi has already ruined you for any other man, and hasn’t even moved yet.

"Ready?" he asks, massaging your hip. You nod and the hand on your hip tightens its grip, and his arm hikes your leg up higher. He barely pulls out, maybe an inch, then his hips snap, and you cum.

"Ohgodohgodohgod." He grunts as you walls clench him tight and he’s growing smug at the pleasure he’s wreaking on you. In truth though, he’s trying really hard not to cum already himself. He knows he’ll have some time before he can again given he’s already came, but it has been a while. However, every other time he’s waited this long, he can go for many, many rounds. If he could, he’d keep you in his bed and in his hold for the rest of the day. He wants to make it so you can’t walk by the time he can bring you to the outpost. Honestly, he wants to make it so you never want to leave. When your orgasm dies down, he waits a bit longer, you lay limp in his arms.

"You're gonna have to do all the work now." You tell him with a tired giggle, likes he wasn’t already doing that. He smirks, notching your other leg up over his arm, then proceeds to fold your legs up to your chest. He presses your thighs down with his hands, forming more bruises and you prepare yourself. His next thrust is almost hard enough (it seems) to dislodge a kidney. It knocks the wind out of you and your sensitive skin burns. You’re in for a ride. His thrusts are not even as hard as they can be, you know. Hoshi only pulls his cock halfway out before he buries as deep as he can go. After every thrust, he grinds down into your clit, the metal ball inside rubbing your g-spot. Your moans are getting harder to contain, you almost want to scream. Drool pools out of the sides of your mouth; your entire body is on fire.

"Don't hold back, baby girl, let me hear you." He grunts out, his thrusts slowing but no less deep. Finally getting permission to be loud, you whine, and he unfolds you and leads you to wrap your legs around his waist. Up on his knees, he positions you to rest your lower back on his thighs and he rolls his hips to snap his cock into you over and over. The new position let that stupid piece of metal scrape perfectly against your walls, the head of his dick probably bruising your cervix. You’re ruined, no thoughts in your head. You’re letting out slurring moans of his name and pleas for…you aren’t even sure at this point. He’s fucked you stupid.

"(Y/N), pretty girl, where can I cum?" His thrusts have gotten more erratic, he isn’t able to hold back anymore.

"I-inside." You moan, able to form a complete thought.

"Yeah?"

"Please~!" You cry out and this sends him over the edge. Getting as deep as he can, he swallows your moan, sliding his tongue back in your mouth, painting your insides white. The hot sensation gives you another orgasm, not nearly as strong though, and it’s a relief. As the spurts of cum stop, he pulls away from your mouth and he chuckles at the fucked-out look you have.

"I'll let you rest, sweet, but then I'm going to fill you up again."

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[fishyaudio]

Since I've been playing the Artificer campaign recently (badly), scavengers have been on the brain. I know the AU mostly focuses on the slugcats themselves, but what are the scavs like? Are they similarly enlightened to stuff related to the Benefactors? Or are they just doing their own thing and interacting with the scugs like a friendly neighboring nation or summat?

Mostly doing their own thing, and yes - they also dug up and stole a bunch both from Ancients' knowledge and what they left behind physically. Funnily enough, I think they're far ahead in their "reasearch" comparing to Slugcats and quickly realized that whatever the Ones Before were doing doesn't really apply to the reality they're living in right now, so to Slugcats they might even appear a bit weird and like they don't care about the sacred past of those lands.

While whatever Slugcats learnt about the Ancients was spread by word of mouth and was full of speculation, Scavenger's system of living in more organized, bigger groups with larger, hidden settlements scattered throughout the land made it way easier for them to both have more more unified outlook on things AND shape their own, unique identity. That's why, alongside simple drawings, I also gave them theater as characteristic way of creating art in their culture and decided on highlighting that pearls would work as currency to them more than just a more valuable trade object. Slugcats' culture and group identity is, in contrast, really fluid. Sure, they have things like shelter-usage savoir-vivre, drawing, sharing stories with other nomads when crossing paths, but all of it is overshadowed by the idolization of the mysterious, past residents of the earth they walk on now.

The biggest problem Scavs and Slugs have is the fact that they were mostly avoidant of each other and the language barrier is probably a big obstacle. Moreover, to Scavengers, a Slugcat would probably be way scarier than a Lizard or a Vulture - they know that the intentions of the latter are simple, to just hunt and eat. Slugcats are smarter, possibly cunning WAY more unpredictable strangers, which makes them a way bigger, potential threat. The only means of communication they have is either by trade, body language or simple Ancient symbols (all the karma + passage ones most likely) they both are familiar with.

So yeah - mostly neighborhood nation that doesn't want anyone to meddle in their buisness and they won't meddle in others', but when it comes to friendliness... Yeah that varies. Communication between the Scavenger settlements is top notch, so if one Scav saw a Slugcat acting like a vicious beast to them (or, on a more positive note, saved them from a Lizard or something) - all the other, nearby Scavs WILL know about that sooner all later.

And we have one particular, funny Slugcat lady that went a bit too overboard.

Yeah basically the Outer Expanse slugcats didn't visit the terrains near 5P and LTTM for a longer while after this incident worrying that their presence may be not too comfortable for the neighbors that'd need the time to heal.

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reminder that this AU has both a tag here and a DC server

[leftshiftwashere]

It's my favourite time of the year! Slugcat time!

I had a couple of thoughts about them two!!

So! First of all, Prowl was raised by scavengers

He was probably somehow seperated from his family, found by some group and followed them out of curiosity and later started bringing them stuff. So eventually they just warmed up to this weird slugpup that wouldn't go away and started teaching him stuff

Had the idea to give him a skull as a mask he started wearing at some point to fit in (except it probably just freaks out most of scavengers who see him. Whoops!)

I also love coming up with different abilities for whenever I turn someone into a slugcat, so another thing Prowl takes from scavengers is the ability to carry several spears on his back. Yahoo!!!

For Jazz, I thought it would be fun to let him be agile and immediately remembered about my favourite cyan lizards!!

Since Jazz is a messenger for an iterator (not sure who those will be yet. I was thinking maybe the primes could be iterators ?) speed is key so the pearl gets delivered faster, therefore he gets the best features of the cyan lizards - the ability to climb walls and the ability to leap

Unfortunately that's pretty exhausting

Thinking about how Jazz could know the more advanced names for things because of being a mailman for giant supercomputers which would leave Prowl confused often

By the way his visor is supposed to just be a glowy fur pattern but sometimes I can't get it to look right on sketches auufhhghgh

[masc-ink]

Meet my version of Ghidorah(monster zero):

Meet my version of Ghidorah(monster zero):

Name: Ghidorah(Monster zero)

Right head- Ni

Middle head- Ichi

Left head- Kevin/San

Sex/Gender: male

Mate: (none/unknown)

Height: 542ft (sized up to be bigger/longer to match his mother)

extra: `all the heads seem to have some scaring mostly the right head of Ghidorah(ni) having the right side of his face fully torn, the middle heads(ichi) scaring goes across his entire face where it has healed/been put back together, while the left head(kevin/san) has a ring around the neck from when it has been ripped off more then once`

Parents:

Father- unknown)

Mother- Titanus/Queen Sagittarius)

Regeneration: regeneration for Ghidorah's works more like a lizard where they can regrow any part of there body over and over like a limb or there head rather then a slash or a cut

Ni-

`after the battle between Godzilla for earth, ni's face had gotten torn apart since it was not his whole head his face could not regenerate/regrow making his face scared and expose muscle and his sharp teeth`

Ichi:

`after being blown to shreds his he'd had regrown but not without some difficulty, being the main head it took longer for his head to fully regrow making his face scared /healed patchy `

Kevin/San:

`Sans head had gotten torn off and healed quite quickly as he had lost his head meny times before, becoming skilled at it, while his brothers where still healing it was his job to keep them alive by feeding, keeping hydrated and protecting them from scavengers while they were vulnerable`

[yayyyy! i finished meet my version of ghidorah, ye! finally did it, a few more things is san/kevin while still being silly and reackless is just as evil as the other two heads having no regrets for what he has done and will do it again as it is in his blood and he loves doing it- thats just my version tho :D]

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What's your favorite dinosaur

T-REX 100%!! I’m sorry I know it’s a very mainstream opinion but like?? Yee tellijg me they name this shit ‘tyrant lizard king’ and since then we’ve found out that is had the strongest bite of, like, any animal EVER and also had fucking thermal vision or some shit? And lived a versatile lifestyle where it could’ve scavenged or hunted in packs or been a loner or brought down massive prey but itself? I’m sorry it’s peak dinosaur

[foxstens]

metropolis is weird

[puppetmaster13u]

Thinkin' of Slugcat Batfam again.

And I was thinking on like, if they were actually in Rainworld what sort of abilities each would have. Y'know, if they were playable scugs. So have my thoughts lol:

Bruce- Pretty much a batarang, he can throw a returning bladed boomerang of sorts at the cost of a food pip. Can also carry up to 3 spears at once.

Barbara- Has a skull pattern on her tail that mimics a vulture mask, meaning predators get spooked if they approach from behind- gives a couple seconds to escape before they try again

Dick- Give this man a double-jump. He's light and graceful and fast.

Cass- She doesn't give off vibrations- is pretty much invisible in darkness allowing for her to go through areas that have no lights without worry of things like the cave lizards.

Jason- Has an ability similar to Spearmaster in spear-generation through openings on the tail. But instead of grabbing them they fire out in all directions. Would probably have a slight cooldown for balancing purposes.

Steph- This girl can carry so much stuff. Multiple spears and store multiple objects in the fur on her tail. Though if a lizard or predator gets a hold it'd probably cause her to drop said extra things.

Tim- Gets extra length with spears and doesn't need to throw them to attack something if its close enough.

Duke- Tail glows like a built-in lamp, meaning he doesn't have to carry one and can run by spiders without getting attacked if he doesn't just sit there for minutes at a time.

Damian- Doesn't get attacked by scavengers, since he is half scav. Also has increased attack power on things meaning less spear throws are needed, but is also vegetarian meaning you don't need to hunt things

Jarro- Yellow lizards can't use their telepathy trick near him meaning it's easier to escape them. Can also breathe underwater so is fine as long as he avoids water predators.

Terry- Night vision. Can also use up a food pip to know where surrounding enemies are.

Links to the previous Posts:

First Post [With Alfred Design] The Batkids Talia, Khoa, Kate & Ivy/Harley Superman & Joker Gordon, Selina, Harvey & Ras

[a-twistedheartslonging]

I always assumed the humans in nonhuman au were more so a statistical minority, like few enough in number that not much accommodates them but enough humans that most know about humans and have various ideas or info on humans to varying degrees. It's like how peanut allergies technically only affect 1.8% of the US population but most everyone knows about peanut allergies and some info on what that can entail except in Nonhuman AU, humans are the statistical minority and are dwindling population just due to getting absorbed into the population as humans keep mixing into the nonhumans like how modern day homo sapiens absorbed neanderthals and other ancient humans, the lineages merged.

I imagine most clothes, desk sizes, a fair amount of food dishes and products are made for and influenced by a huge variety of historic animal behaviors and the cultures that grew from these natural behaviors over history thus many foods, play stuff, and even products like perfume or soaps are made with most other evolved creatures in mind. Stuff like soaps and perfumes with more mild or very specific scents that might appeal to creatures, products a human society wouldn't have but that makes perfect sense for a world where it's normal for some folks to dig giant holes by hand (rabbits, moles, hedgehogs) or climb. Plus there are probably a lot of more products made for large creatures. Although considering that most "megafauna" which includes humans and larger are technically in the minority in terms of numbers and species, especially considering the sheer number of species of rodents and opossums and various other creatures that are much smaller, so it's likely that a fair amount of stuff still fits humans just by virtue of there being SO many smol beasties that evolved from the plethora of small animals (seriously, so many creatures tend to be on the small side like lizards birds rodents etc with a few notable Large Lads of which humans are technically a part of, including deer wolves bears etc)

However humans are notably odd in comparison to most, we're the naked chimps that became long distance runners who throw stuff and were extremely social to everything. So we'd still be odd to most beasties especially since our natural instincts aren't really like the others either, human instinct tends to boil down to: wander, explore, make friend of some kind, experiment or create, walk forever (it's why pacing is a common behavior to do absentmindedly or when nervous or anxious- relying on natural behavior to self soothe technically). Arguably the only equivalent oddball is the naked mole rat which is basically if rodents decided to become an ant colony.

Like humans are rare enough there's a fair amount of misinformation but well known enough to not truly fuck up stuff, there's enough species and habits overlap to not infringe too heavily on things in terms of quality of life (there are a few species that have periods and that are as intensely omnivorous- a surprisingly huge overlap between human diets and most scavengers especially with how both can eat fermented foods, mushrooms and cheeses) but due to few numbers and the social view of humans being adorable and wanted you do get a fair amount of coddling and people keep track of em especially since dwindling population due to humans being absorbed into most lineages.

Of course, the beauty of your Nonhuman AU is that it's open to interpretation

There's multiple versions of Epel, from small bird harpy to bunny epel, or Riddle, bunny Riddle or hedgehog Riddle.

There's Owl Rook and then there's Deer Rook who leans into how rook is still an oddball that worries people and also deer are goofy and do very much eat protein when given the opportunity so y'know, cue how rook despite being a species that wouldn't normally keep pace with the other species but still does and does it really really well like canon human Rook.

It's fun either way

Ooooh that's a lot of good stuff.

It's really fun to think about how the world and society would work. I think I remember talking about how even fancy restaurants would have booster seats for those that happen to be smol since there are a lot of smol beasts out there.

The human instinct of "explore and make friends of some kind" are probably a part of how humans are still around. They're just so good at managing to "domesticate" beasts that would have wanted to eat them otherwise, so they want to keep them instead. Keep cute friend that's so good at grooming and making things.

But yeah, not having things set in stone really opens a lot of possibilities for fun things to do with this world. It's fun to switch around what the twst cast would be and through around idea's.

[alexandraisyes]

TSAMS Rainworld AU

Okay so I'm batshit insane about rainworld and I want people who don't know what rainworld is to be able to enjoy this au too, so first a basic explanation of the important background relevant to this au.

Rain World is set in a harsh, decayed world where both the environment and the creatures are constantly fighting to survive. The biggest danger is the rain—massive, torrential storms that destroy anything caught outside. Every creature has to adapt, find shelter, and plan their survival around this constant threat. The world itself is a mix of crumbling ruins left by an ancient civilization and thriving ecosystems where every creature plays its part in the food chain.

The rain cycle isn’t random—it’s actually caused by the Iterators, these massive, god-like machines built by an ancient civilization. They overheat so much while running their endless calculations that they evaporate groundwater during the day. That water builds up in the atmosphere and falls back down as catastrophic storms at night.

This overheating issue ties the Iterators directly to the environment—they’re not just relics of the past but active forces that shape how the entire ecosystem works. Every creature has to live with the results, adapting to the rains and to each other in a world that’s always on the edge of collapse.

And then like for the purpose of the AU there's the four sapient creatures that are important.

The Iterators’ bodies are massive towers that dominate the landscape. These structures house complex machinery and biospheres, creating artificial ecosystems that merge with the natural environment. Many of the game’s regions (like subterranean tunnels, industrial zones, and ruined cities) are remnants of their infrastructure. They’re intelligent beyond comprehension, capable of vast calculations, and exist in isolation, suspended in towers that dominate the skyline. Despite their intelligence, they’re constrained by their programming and trapped in a decayed world they cannot fix. They were built to fix the Big Problem (death is not permanent in this world, everything is trapped in a constant state of reincarnation and the higher-intelligence creatures are aware of this fact).

Slugcats are small, agile creatures (about the same size as the iterator puppets if not larger which are android-type things connected to the iterators with wires) with exceptional adaptability and intelligence. They were originally made to clean pipes in the cities and possibly do maintenance on the iterators too, so they have extremely high levels of intelligence for a non-human creature. They represent the middle ground between sentient animals and the god-like Iterators, capable of navigating the dangers of the ecosystem with cleverness and perseverance. While primarily focused on survival, Slugcats can form bonds and interact meaningfully with other sapient creatures, and form communities among their own. They'll also adopt slugpups that they find in the wild. Also they can be genetically modified.

Scavengers are intelligent, humanoid creatures that live in tight-knit groups. They’ve adapted to trade, cooperate, and communicate with other creatures, especially Slugcats. While they can be allies, they’re also opportunistic and will turn hostile if provoked. Their behaviors show a level of societal organization not seen in other creatures, since if you piss one off you piss them all off.

Lizards are apex predators with varied behaviors and abilities. Some are faster, some can climb, and others are better at camouflage. They’re not mindless—Lizards can be reasoned with and even befriended if fed, becoming loyal allies instead of threats. While their sapience is minimal compared to other creatures, their ability to adapt and form relationships with Slugcats sets them apart from the simpler, purely instinct-driven creatures of the game.

I promise this is all the background you need to understand the AU, now it's AU time.

Earth (Watches the Earth) Solar (Singular Solarity) Crescent (Crescent of Tides - Solar's Moon in TSAMS) Angel (Angel Descending - Solar's Sun in TSAMS) – Angel is essentially brain-dead, having fallen into disrepair due to Crescent unintentionally hogging too much water.

The Iterators remain massive, supercomputers tasked with solving the problem of escaping the cycle of life and death. They require water as a cooling agent, and their overheating causes the rain cycle that defines Rain World’s ecosystem.

Ruin, has two pups: Artemis and Apollo (my names for his moon and sun beloved). They’re still with him in the present, as Ruin is recovering from severe and chronic injuries and will be disabled for his whole fucking life.

Ruin was horribly burned and injured but managed to crawl into Crescent of Tides’ (Solar's Moon in Iterator form) tunnels. Crescent finds him in this damaged state and nurses him back to health—but not without ulterior motives. Crescent is desperate for companionship, especially since he can no longer communicate with his siblings (Solar and Angel).

Crescent’s intentions start out well-meaning—he wants to keep Ruin safe—but quickly spiral into possessiveness. He refuses to let Ruin or his pups leave, believing it’s too dangerous outside. Ruin, still recovering and now with pups to care for, is dependent on Crescent despite desperately wanting his freedom. This creates a tense master-pet dynamic where Crescent is a sentient building and Ruin, a disabled Slugcat, relies on him while resenting his control.

Solar and Earth have a tragic relationship. Once best friends, they are now physically too far apart to see each other, and the satellites they use to communicate are degrading. Messages take longer and longer to send, but they keep trying despite knowing their connection is fading.

In the future, Solar bioengineers a Slugcat messenger (Jack) to deliver communication pearls, but that hasn’t happened yet. For now, Earth copes with her loneliness by bioengineering a lizard companion, Monty, who becomes her only friend.

Sun and Moon were separated, probably by scavengers, and are now on very different paths.

Sun ends up at Solar’s structure, which is still maintained enough to stay safe from the rains. Solar, lonely and in need of company, invites Sun to stay. Sun, unsure of how to find Moon and aware of the dangers outside, decides to stay longer than planned.

Moon, on the other hand, is in a frenzy trying to find Sun. He’s furious at the scavengers who separated them and has been killing them in a rage. His single-minded focus on finding his twin makes him dangerous and unpredictable.

While searching for Sun, Moon meets Lunar, another Slugcat, who has a bonded lizard companion (Firefly). The lizard acts as a guard, trading loyalty for food and shelter. Still unsure what I'm going to do with Lunar and Firefly, but they're probably going to end up as mates bc like. I am god and I want hybrid babies and I can do that. Now Lunar, Moon, and the lizard travel together as a group, with Lunar protected by two powerful allies.

At some point, Moon’s violent reputation among scavengers catches up with him, and Eclipse, an exiled scavenger, attacks him out of spite. However, Eclipse later joins their group and becomes a friendly ally.

The Rot is essentially a form of cancer in Rain World’s universe. In this AU, I’m giving it to Nexus. I might shove like. Another iterator in there with him (Helios/Dark Sun beloved) that he fucking gives cancer to when he dies and the rot takes over his body.