#Sun Clan Au

[digitalagepulao]

Expedition Pilgrims

Sha Wujing (435cm): His outfit is mostly inspired by Mongolian clothes since he's found in the Gobi desert stretch of the journey. His bangles are made of fossil bone, and he can use the waist cloth as a headwrap during adverse weather. His markings are inspired by African Lungfish and Mudfish fins, as they are species that exist somewhere between water and dry air. The beasts on his knees are an extension of him, and he can see and speak through them as needed. His beard and long hair can have Ghibli physics depending on his mood and emotions. Zhu Wuneng (~300cm): Inspired by Northern Tibetan clothes, as that's the region the group recruits him. Traditional clothes tend to have way more accessories and golden details so I had to simplify a bit. His features are a mix of wild boars and Indonesian babirusa, with the iconic bristles on his head. I leaned on ceremonial Tibetan swords and necklace beads for the decorations on his rake. His vest can be closed, he just prefers not to most of the time. Sun Wukong (125cm): I've already commented on his design over here, but I'll elaborate that the yellow shirt is the one he gained from Tripitaka soon after he was released, while the pants and red half-robe were the garments he was given by Guan Yin. The hoops on his feet and purple beads were reacquired back in Huaguoshan when he first fled the pilgrimage, heading to his family instead of Ao Guang's palace. (A-ma and Jinju gave them to him so he'll always have something to home to remember them by, as well as where he first started, as the beads were gained during his lessons with Subodhi.) Tripitaka (163cm): This is but one of his many outfits since travel can be rough on clothes, and even more so when you get kidnapped by demons and thrown off your horse all the time. He wears the usual orange monk robes, with some kind of travel clothes over them. He gains some fur boots from Boquin for cold weather but usually prefers sandals most of the time. He seldom uses the cassock and crown he received from Guan Yin, save for when he pays respects to temples and holy sites, but the staff is a constant companion. Ao Lie (167cm, 130cm at the shoulder as horse): Being effectively in exile until the journey is complete, he wears less fancy clothes than he usually would as a prince, but his status still shows. I tried to balance more casual hanfu of the era with some armor parts, like the waist guard and armored boots. He was given the skill to shapeshift into a horse by Guan Yin when she commanded him to wait for the chosen pilgrim monk, so he can shift at will, but preferably when the tack has been taken off. Speaking of, tack is lost and replaced multiple times during the journey, so I didn't depict any specific one.

my Expedition AU designs and heights for the five lads, ive spent so much time on this its not even funny lololol but hey it's done!! i'm free!!

[hcdragonwrites]

Spring Grooming

(a @digitalagepulao Fanfic)

I had brain fire from listening to Hoizers music so - HAVE A LITTLE FIC OF COMFORT AND BROTHERLY TENDERNESS !

The pines gave off their fresh and sharp scent as the rain continued to drip from them. Needles couldn’t hold the heavy drops up and instead shook them off when the weight became heavy and made their barren bases wet and cool. Pine needles crunch beneath horse hooves, spicing the air further. The rain cleansed the mountain air only for the pilgrims to churn the forest floor in their wake.

Spring was heavy in its breath upon the earth. The rain would have been snow if the sweet kiss of the turning season hadn’t warmed the earth. Instead her rain triggered a riot of colors and initiated animals and plants both to begin to grow again, to seek life, and to awaken from winters cold rest. Ba Longma felt his coat heavy on his body. As a dragon he had never felt the strange mammal tendency to grow hair king in a winter coat to stop the cold from stealing over his bones.

However his horse like form had other instincts, and one was to grow fluffier and thicker about. In the deep snows and the cold hail, when the sleet had slashed the other pilgrims and made their teeth chatter, he had been thankful for his bodies sudden growth. As eldest disciple, the eldest of the brothers among the merry band, it fell to him to carry his Master and tend him. He had spent less days in his humanoid form, and more as a horse - determined with will to carry his master through the worst of storms. To break paths in the frozen snows. The cold couldn’t touch him. Even as the ice formed in his mane and fetlocks, across his body where the sweat rolled off and in his tail.

Now spring was here. Ba felt his body sweating in the heat of the now warmer world. What had given him an edge, an advantage, was now making him suffer. He longed to scratch it off- to seek a low hanging batch of pinewoods and rub himself against them. He had tried to get out of the heat as a man but when he returned to this horse body, it held stubbornly to its habitual rotation. He was a magical steed but even that didn’t prevent the instincts of the seasons from effect his body. Sweat beaded beneath the saddle and it’s blanket, creating a crust of salt that itched and chaffed him. The girth that swung beneath his belly and held the contraption of leather and wood to his back, rubbed and creaked at each step he made.

Ba Longma had noticed the slight cracks beginning to appear in the leather- stiffened by the salt of his body and cracked by the movement. They would need to replace it or Master would experience an unexpected fall when the leather finally cracked and the cloth gave beneath the weight. He held his tongue, walking slowly onward.

When Tripitaka called for a stop for the day, for the mid meal and a bit of rest for himself, along a felt relieved. The terrible itch of his sweat, of the excess fur, had built from annoying buzz to a incomprehensible urge. His instinct was to rub, to roll, to cake his backside in dry cool dirt and to rub himself free of the fur and sweat. It had taken all his will power not to shake himself and beg his Master for a bit of relief.

As Wujing and Bajie set about starting the fire and cooking the rice and setting to chopping and mixing brown sugar into bowls with fruit to make candied sweets for snacking on, it was Wukong that came up to Tripataka and Longma.

“Shifu.” The stone monkey held out a hand and Trip took it. He dismounted, legs bowed from the long day in the saddle. Longma felt a twinge of worry. Did Shifu suffer from saddle sores? Had he been too rocky in his gait? Did he jostle him too much in the saddle ? These things hummed in the eldest disciples mind as Trip made to start taking the tac from his body. A monkey paw reached up and stopped him. “I will take care of Longma.”

“Are you sure Wukong?” Tripataka asked again. He had his hands on the bridle, fingers over the buckles that kept it in place.

“Of course Master. Go go- make sure that Bajie doesn’t eat too many palm fruits before they can be turned to candies.”

“I heard that!” The pig demon snorted, tusks flashing threateningly. They were not as sinister however at the flash of the cheeky smile of the youngest disciple. Trip hesitated only a second more before he settled onto a long and rubbed at his inner calves, relieving the cramps built there from the long day of riding.

Wukong turned an eye back to Ba Longma and the dragon horse saw a twinkle of something there.

“Now brother- I’ve noticed your switching tail all the way from the pine forest to here,” the little monkey crossed his arms taking on a scolding tone, “and you cannot fool me. You are uncomfortable.”

“I am not..” Longma spoke so few times in this shape. It felt strange to have the words rumble up and out of his throat and between teeth that were flat except the canines he retained from dragon shape.

“You lie poorly.” Wukong undid the chin strap of the bridle, pulling the top of the bridle free of Longmas ears. He let gravity slide the metal bit out of his mouth and Longma champed and licked his mouth back into order. Having the bit in his mouth, the metal contraption that sat over his tongue and across his mouth had at first, been something to get used to. Longma didn’t think it was entirely necessary - until he realized that his master was so light of hand and leg that he hardly asked anything of him in the rider fashion. Riding depended on leg and pressure - and Tripataka was too kind to even press his heels to his eldest disciples sides. Longma had decided then to keep the bridle so he could better sense when Shifu asked him to turn or gave the reins a gentle tap to coax him into faster gaits.

“I do not lie Little Brother.” He spoke softly, always feeling ill at ease when he spoke in this shape. “I just silently endure.”

“BAH!” The Monkey set the bridle carefully on a overturned stump and came back. He went for the girth, that terrible bit of leather that made Longmas under legs itch. “I was the keeper of Heavenly Horses. I learned the body language and silent speech of them. And you may be a dragon in disguise but you speak quite clearly of your discomfort.”

“Swishing tail, ears flicking back at odd intervals- the stamp of a hoof - you are uncomfortable.” The girth came free in a jangle of buckles and bands and Longma breathed out in a gratified snort. The saddle came free, the sticky blanket with it.

Wukong pulled a few hairs from his head and chewed them. When he blew them out he had a brush, a metal band that looked like a comb, an a curved iron piece.

“Let me tend you Brother. You carry our master day in and day out. Let me help as I know how.” The little brother asked, holding up the metal comb. Longma sighed. What he really wanted was to roll very undignified like in a nice patch of earth or sand. Instead he cocked one ear towards the stone monkey and nodded.

Wukong gave a little whoop of triumph then set to work. Though it had been five hundred years since he attended and took care of the horses of heaven, the knowledge of that time hadn’t faded. Wukong took the brush and began to tackle the sweat patch on the dragon horses back. He had to get the worst of the sweat off before it settled into a crust of hair and itchiness. So he set to brushing, first moving in little circles over the withers and down the back to break of where the sweat had tangled in the fur. Dirt and shedding fur came up in a flurry as the monkey worked his magic.

“Brother! You are shedding! You must be so uncomfortable in this heat.” Wukong tutted and cooed back, setting his hands to a flurry. Once the worst of the sweat and road dirt had been brushed and taken off the back, Wukong switched to the metal comb. Carefully and gently, to avoid the press of the metal on the points where the bone jutted or was closer to the surface, he brought the comb up and over. Clumps of the winter coat began to fly free in great flurries of white and grey.

The stone monkey was careful and diligent in his task. He found it soothing to brush and groom, to tend and care as he had when he had been in Heaven but also when he had been among his people. It almost pulled him into a trance like state, the task becoming enjoyable and habitual. Horse skin was sensitive, highly sensitive to the touch of flies on the withers, to the brush their velvet nose to feel sweet shoots of grass. He was gentle in the press of the comb, understanding that the metal bristles could hurt if applied with too much pressure.

Longma felt his head dipping lower and lower as the monkey set to work. Wukong combed his legs, his chest, his withers and shoulders. The relief! Longma felt the cool air kissing his skin as the old winter coat came free. A flurry of hair was gathering at his hooves, a great gathering of white grey fur. The two pilgrims stood in companionable silence, Longma soothed into almost slumber and Wukong consumed with the task of grooming. They were so absorbed they didn’t notice the birds of spring diving and gathering the great tufts of the dragon horses fur. Nesting materials this numerous were not to be frowned upon and the birds had a bountiful harvest for making nests and lining their woven work with the white down of Longmas winter coat.

“There brother doesn’t that feel better ?” Wukong finished removing most of the winter coat. The Monkey chuckled, seeing the half asleep expression upon the dragon horses face. It would be a time before the rest would give way. Winter fur always liked to cling and stay even after the dregs of spring have moved well into a summer balm.

“Alright Ba Longma, let me check your hooves.” The Stone monkey didn’t know if the senior disciple heard him. So Wukong set to the task of hoof care. He gently pressed into the horses leg and Longma lifted the foot instinctively.

“Brother! You have rocks all throughout the crevices!” Wukong truly was appalled now to see the state of the horses hooves. Such impaction with the hooves over time could lead to limping which could lead to further pain or, worse, lameness! Wukong champed his teeth and tutted more.

“You will go lame if you keep silent and then where will we be ?”Wukong spun the pick in hand and set it to the compacted hoof. He dug out the worst of the dirt and compacted little stones, careful of the sensitive parts in the middle of the foot called a frog. People thought horses to be tough and enduring animals when they needed as much care as a mistress of a fancy and rich house. They needed manicures and pedicures, grooming and tending, careful watch of diet and attention to detail. Each leg Wukong grumbled and chided the older disciple at his lack of self care and Longma simply sighed and grumbled. The dragon horse puffed in contentment. Now this… this was the life.

Wukong set the last hoof down and patted the white flank of his companion.

“From now on I will take care of you- we can’t have the senior disciple limping now can we?” Wukong chortled and left his brother to lie down and groan in relief.

“Thank you Brother…” Spring never felt so nice against Longmas now soothed and lighter fur, his brushed and tended body. The horse folded himself into the earth and closed his eyes, ready for a nice long and sweet nap. The birds flitted and landed upon the white flanks, plucking hairs and thick winter fur free. Longma felt none of their little ministrations as he drifted into a dreamless sleep.

[digitalagepulao]

giving my Wukong a qpr mate be like

[steadylandface]

So…yea Xiáo Dan without her Glamour and to be honest @senri-liyue idk why but do u think Yue wouldn’t or would know what Xiáo Dan looks like without her glamour? Also this is just something for ya’ll before I upload the first part of my comic!

[beeefantastic]

“The Clans are going down a dark path, the darkest I’ve seen…”

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Here is a little ref I made of my OC for my Private WC RP Server!! She’s pretty sweet but can have her moments of stubbornness or being cheeky 😉 she’s also in love with her childhood best friend and deputy Amber’Storm (owned by @fox3ii ) 😱 which is actually allowed in this server lol I really love how I drew her face so I hope y’all will enjoy to!!

[omen-of-the-stars]

after many months of procrastinating, it's done! the refs for my warriors fic!

listed in allegiance order: Furled Bracken, Running Horse, Cloudy Sun, Whispering Breeze, Dawn River, Broken Shadow, Falling Rain, Falcon Swoop, Stone Song, Chasing Clouds, Dark Whiskers, Jagged Lightning, Shy Fawn, Rising Moon, Owl Feather, Fish Leap, Fallen Leaves, Dove's Wing (renamed Dove Flight), Jay Wing, Half Moon and Rushing Water, who you can probably guess who will become.

[serenhob]

Update on Jttw Au

I have decided I will write it and I have more ideas.

So for antagonists I have two options.

1. Toulong/water lizard dragon. He usurped a river and attempted to eat Tripitaka but was subdued by Sun Wukong and was taken away for an unspecified punishment (anywhere from imprisonment to execution) so maybe his water demon minions could be luring Sun Wukong using Tripitaka for a reason. Idk why they would need percy tho. Ye idk woth this one, I haven't the energy to think about it thoroughly

2. Wansheng dragon clan. They are much more promising. Essentially the Wansheng dragon king and nine headed bug (his son-in-law) stole this Sarai (can't remember why) and framed some monks for it, then the pilgrims discover the truth and Sin Wukong and Zhu Bajie pretty much murder him and his whole family. Some resentment would build up there. I have two ideas for this aswell which I'll just put both here. First is that one of Wansheng dragons ancestors is still very bitter 7 centuries later and steal tripitaka to lure Sun Wukong and attempt to kill him. But again, what about Percy? My second solution covers this. Same ancestor but they are attempting to revive the dead dragon clan (I understand samsara but I'm imaging just snatching them with their memories back into their corpses from whatever vessel they have), tripitaka both serves the purpose of being bait and a immortal turning snack once they wake up. I don't think this random dragon would be able to do necromancy on their own so im thinking maybe a witch who has it out for Percy/demigods in general could have reformed with the help of the dragon from Tartarus. So Medea. Obviously, she never met percy but in my head I could imagine the necromancy potion (which she could probs do with her whole old sheep to lamb shtick(weird word) and magic) would require the blood of the sea gods child (they are sea dragons so I'm gonna say that would revitalise them in some way and + strength cause demigod blood makes them like that, or maybe it would help with the memory thing) and Medea specifically does not like demigods so why wouldn't she be like 'oh use that one specifically. Why? Cause I said so do you wanna revive your dead great x5 grandpa or not?'. Cause Percy is the only currently living child of Posiden. So ye. And Obviously they need Sun Wukong, whether that is for a 'need a part of the murderer' voldermort core or the weapon he killed him with (the staff) and then the added benefit of Wansheng dragon taking his revenge out on Monkey king after he wakes up and eats Tripitaka.

Other random stuff:

-I can see Tripitaka just knitting or smth for the first day or two (when they are ignorant of the real reason they have been kidnapped) just calm and collected, counting stitches and mumbling sutras while Percy is having a full mental breakdown

-It would be so cute if by the end of it Tripitaka has this lumpy jumper to give to Sun Wukong like he's his grandma (tbf that's how he acts 90% of the novel, a very judgmental grandmother for all his wayward dicisples)

-I think Tripitaka would also probs try to reassure Percy like

'it's ok, they probably just want to eat you or drink your blood, nothing to worry about ' 😊🌸

Percy:😰

(Percy don't have context but this is 100% comforting in Sanzangs head)

-Also if I go with the necromancy storyline (which I like the most) im gonna need Nico to come at some point and br like 'I felt a disturbance in the force' but also I haven't finished reading the book him and will are in (got to chapter 5, put it down and forgot about it till now) so idk what they are doing in Canon currently

-It has just occurred to me that both Frank and Sun wukong are shapeshifters which is so fun

Please tell me what you think , anything I could add or stuff I got wrong and again if you want to write this story please tag me so I can read it 🙏

[strawberrymaroon]

Past shadowpeach + Spirit Macaque clan Au + Beautiful creatures (Rio 2)

[chaoticxrobotic]

Been kinda distracted from writing DCA-centric fic as of late due to a severe case of the brainrot. @shookethdev and @crazybookcat ‘s OCs are to blame, so I thought I may as well post some of the incredibly self-indulgent, niche ficlets I’ve been writing about these two lovable, poorly-communicating weirdos.

This is based on a mermaid au we discussed, in which Shoey is a hapless marine biologist and Aftyn is a mer that is, unfortunately, too emotionally invested for their own good.

On Silver Waves

(Fluff/Romance, 1711 words. Mild content warning for mentions of drowning)

Waves threw themselves up onto the slippery, slate-grey rocks that dotted the coastline. Splashes of ice-cold water fell onto their feet, brushing skin and leaving small teardrops of ardent desperation. Shoey peered down into the churning mass, a pulse of thick, roiling nausea worming its way through their gut. The sea was always so beguiling in storybooks, shimmering in tropical azure or tender turquoise. But this ocean was a different beast; a frothing mass of white and grey, foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog.

Shoey went to take a step back, driven by instinct. A grip on their ankle held them fast. 

They brought their gaze down to the figure who stooped beside them, their other hand digging strong claws into stone. Their eyes were beautiful, but disapproving. The secondary, outer layer of their eyelids lowered, brow furrowing in clear confusion, as the filmy set of primary eyelids blinked once. A chittering sound rang from their throat, clear and pretty as a bell. The sound was lovely, but the words, although in a language unfamiliar, were not.

Shoey could make a good guess of what they were trying to say.

Make up your mind, idiot, before I drag you in myself.

The marine biologist let out a laugh that was far steadier than they felt, took one (perhaps final) look at the sky, and stepped over the edge.

Humans were designed to be buoyant, but Shoey felt anything but as they plummeted into the depths with all the grace and control of a crashing car. Kelp towered around them in a forest of dark greens and greys, tangling into strands of hair, trying to hold them fast and keep them close until they drew their final breath. Shoey thrashed against them, kicking out with wild, flippered feet, knowing that it would only be a matter of time before their strength gave out-

Something swiped through the kelp patch, severing thick fronds as easily as a hot knife through butter. Hands closed around either side of their waist, hoising them into an upright position so they could better make out their surroundings.

Afty growled softly by Shoey's ear, trilling two brief notes that sounded similar to

Are you okay?

Shoey gathered themself enough to flash a brief thumbs-up, teeth gleaming through the murky light as they offered a cheesy grin. They whistled a soft tune in response. Afty relaxed their grip, clearly deciding to take that as a sign that Shoey was not in any imminent danger.

They both turned their attention to the sloping heap of rocks that rested a few tail-strokes from them. It was well-hidden, but if you peered closely you could see the dark maw of the tunnel that rested within, leading to the mer's very own lair. Shoey had burned with a desire to see it from the very moment they had learned it existed. Afty had done their best to depict the interior with the sketches they scratched into the sand, but (and Shoey had tried to put this delicately) the mermaid's art skills were crude, at best, and Shoey knew they would much rather see it with their own eyes.

Mindful of how little oxygen could be stored in their lungs, Shoey followed Afty through the entrance to the cave. The initial twists and turns of the passage were narrow, a claustrophobe's worst nightmare brought to life, and Shoey swore they could feel the thud of their heart echo off of the stone as they squeezed through each narrow corner. The only thing to take the edge off of their panic was the awe they felt as they watched Afty navigate each obstacle with eerie grace, twisting their body through the constrictive gaps in serpentine, slick movements.

Two minutes went by before Shoey realised that there might be a problem.

Already they could feel invisible fingers raking against the inside of their throat, trying to prise the esophagus open, to reach down into the lungs and claw at soft, spongy flesh. Their chest was tightening, held fast in the squeezing grip of an invisible vice. They pushed forward with strengthened determination, trying to channel the mounting anxiety into strength and speed that could get them through the tunnels before the ocean claimed their airways.

Always ahead, flitting from shadow to shadow, was Afty's pointed tail. The bone-white tip was almost like a lure, calling to them in silent mockery as Shoey tried to forge ahead through the blackening maze. Their fingertips were growing slick and numb from the algae that clung to each rock, rubbing off so easily at every errant brush of their hand.

Their sense of touch was growing dull and useless, their vision was lost in the swirling murk of the underwater passage, their nose was prickling with sea salt, their ears were filling with the percussive, weighted thump of their heart... And as Shoey opened their mouth to whistle a sharp note of warning to Afty, the acrid taste of water engulfed their tongue, filling them with the terrifyingly desperate urge to cough.

They suppressed the impulse. Barely. But already Shoey could feel blind, animal panic making itself at home in the sprawl of their nervous system, nudging at them to breathe. To cry out. To scream, even, at the fate their own recklessness had bound them to.

The path ahead stretched on for who knew how long, a labyrinth that seemed to have no end in sight. But the way back was equally far, and there was no doubt that they would perish long before they ever breached the surface. They were stranded. Held fast in the crushing embrace of the caverns, buffeted on all sides by the steady flow of water.

Through the swirling mass of black, churned up by thrashing hands and feet, Afty found them.

Shoey felt the brush of a palm against theirs and dug in, nails scraping against flesh in a desperate struggle to have something, anything pliable enough to burrow into.

The mer's song reached them, carried on a fresh wave of panic. It was gentle, swaddled in tender concern, as Afty watched their fight to keep control. Shoey nodded, then shook their head, tears melting seamlessly into the water. Wordlessly, they pointed a shaking hand to their mouth, which opened and closed like a stranded guppy's.

Afty's eyes were narrowed, caught between irritation and attentiveness.  It only took a second for realisation to dawn in their sea-slate eyes. Shoey's own had already begun to close, surrendering themself to the idea of oblivion.

At least they wouldn't have to pass on alone. At least they would have someone with them, someone to hold them close, just as their parents had all those years before-

Something cool and firm pressed itself to Shoey's lips, the sudden force grounding them as firmly as an anchor. Their eyes flew open, wide despite the stinging of sea salt. They gasped, fully expecting to feel a swirling mass of black force its way down their gullet... Only to be met with sweet, sweet oxygen.

The rush was intoxicating, relief distilled into its purest form. They inhaled until their lungs felt close to rupturing, holding it as long as they could before letting go.

Webbed fingers grazed over the curve of their cheek before settling into place, tilting their chin up slightly to better deepen the life-giving kiss. Shoey exhaled sharply, then pressed closer to greedily drink in more from the mer's mouth, uncaring of how firmly both hands squeezed around their waist. They could feel a fluttering, feathery silk brush over the top of their fingers, gills working swiftly as they drew oxygen from the water around them and filtered it into their mouth.

It was a game of give-and-take, a show of tender generosity. Another display of kindness from a mer who had already offered so much. Shoey felt their chest swell from more than just the air filling their body once more. A hand moved, brushing land-roughened fingers over a few strands of hair that flowed, tucking it tenderly behind their ear.

In a sudden rush of affection, Shoey pressed a hand to the sloping curve of the mer's back. They were pulled close, leaving no space between the two, as Afty purred out some token words of protest. No other move was made to stop Shoey, though, and they felt themself preen a little at the thought that Afty was willing to cross this unspoken boundary, together. They drew strength from one another, building on it in turn, as lips brushed over chilled skin, tongues sweeping away any errant traces of salt.

Bone-white claws scraped tenderly through Shoey's hair, brushing it up into a shock of fluff that made the human giggle low in their throat. A begrudgingly amused chuckle was the only response. How would that laughter sound once they broke the waves once more? What other noises could be coaxed from the mer, who already had an uncanny ability to make every sigh and murmur sound like the sweetest song? Shoey burned with a sudden desire to know.

It seemed like a small eternity had passed before they found it within themselves to pull away. Afty appraised them with a stern silence, their beautiful slate-grey eyes taking stock of the cheery smile that had replaced the taut, panicked line of their mouth. Shoey felt their cheeks burn from how wide their lips stretched, but they couldn't find it in themself to stop.

They whistled a long low note, wiggling their eyelashes playfully as Afty's cheeks coloured in the dim light. Their tail snapped through the water, sudden and silent as a whip, slapping them (gently) on the back of the head. Shoey rubbed at the tender spot, raising an eyebrow and wincing in mock pain.

With a single shake of their head, the mer took their hand and began to guide them onwards through the cave. The passage was no less dark, the lack of space no less crushing, but something had shifted. Shoey no longer felt so scared, with the steady presence of that sleek, graceful body beside them. Salvation was just a single kiss away.

And Shoey had a feeling that Afty wouldn't be averse to playing the hero again.

[digitalagepulao]

Hide and Seek

well, one must give credit to the old man's stubbornness in his grouchiness. but hey, if there's one way to summarize the dynamics of these three, this is it! also, the "old man" is strictly affectionate, like calling one's wife "the old missus" and such

[brightblueflare]

WARRIOR CODE REDUX: Modern SkyClan

Code 1. Do not hunt on another's territory — Law of the Land

The canonical rule, now made the first because borders were the first thing established in DotC.

The creation of this rule is exactly the same way it was in canon: Clear Sky was being Clear Sky, and invented borders to make life difficult for the cats of the moor.

Originally included not trespassing on another Clan's territory, and excluded other groups, but both were abolished with the inclusion of Daylight Warriors, interactions with outsiders and trading.

Code 2. A true warrior does not need to kill to win their battles — Law of Honor

Another canon rule, now shuffled to be created right after the First Battle. In the Blazing Sky AU, it shook most cats to the core, I mean, they had to make a mass grave they couldn't dig in A DAY. A law was made, the Law of Honor, so that no massacre like the one that happened that day in Fivetrees (canon Fourtrees) would ever happen again.

Code 3. Defend your Clan, even with your life.— Law of Loyalty

The story about Cloudberry and Ryewhisker remains unchanged. However, many cats have willingly gone to the Dark Forest in protest for this law, at least four, including Cloudberry and Ryewhisker themselves.

Code 4. The weak of the Clan are fed first — Prey Priority/Privilege

The story from CotC is removed. This is an extension of the Law of Loyalty. Warriors must provide for their Clan, and the weakest need food. There's nothing deeper than that.

Code 5. Respect prey, Skypelt sent it — Skypelt's Blessing

A minor change: wasting food is sacrilegious, thanking Skypelt for the prey is explicitly a prayer.

This was made for a reason: individual warriors may not understand that, if you hunt too much, you won't have any more prey, but this law exists so they don't overhunt.

SkyClan didn't change the law, only the name, to emphasize that they honor their ancestors, former SkyClan members that followed them into exile. This was done to show how much they value their independence and their different culture from that of the Forest Four.

Code 6. A kitten must be at least six moons old to become an apprentice — Six Moon Rule

Also known as Daisytail's Law, the story remains the same as in canon. Daisytail's son was made an apprentice young because the leader wanted child soldiers, she Didn't Like That, and the rest is history.

Canon!Brokenstar actually loopholes the hell out of this one. It says nothing about early warriors.

(My Brokenstar doesn't do that for Pragmatic Villany Reasons. I find his child soldiers horrifying but ultimately stupid. Small, weak kittens killed in battle don't become grown, powerful warriors, after all.)

Code 7. Deputy Must Mentor/Deputy Becomes Leader/Deputy's Appointed Before Moonhigh — Code of the Deputy

All canon, made into one big law to avoid redundancy. The origin story for these rules is the same: succession crisis in ShadowClan, messy conflict, false sign, and the law is created.

Code 8. Borders must be patrolled and marked — Right of Challenge

Unlike the Forest Four, for SkyClan this is a tradition, not a law. Marking the borders is a sign of independence, one of the things they value the most about themselves.

Code 9. Medics Must Value Medicine And Healing Above All Else — Medic's Vow

The original vow, that was corrupted after Ripplestar's rebellion. However, since SkyClan's position of seer has been divided in two, seer and medic, the term seer was changed for their healer cat term of medic.

Many of the laws that came afterwards are SkyClan exclusive, due to their long separation and different culture.

Code 10. Full Moons are a time of Remembrance, Don't Speak, Don't Sleep Until the Moon has Fallen — Full Moon Vigil

A mix of the old traditions of sitting vigil after receiving a warrior name and the truce of the Gathering. SkyClan does this, both in honor of their ancestors and in memory of Skywatcher, who did this every full moon of his long life.

The only exceptions are young kittens, who don't fully understand the meaning of the tradition and need their sleep.

Code 11. Apprentices Ready to Become a Warriors Must Travel to The Whispering Cave to Contact Skypelt — Warrior's Pilgrim

Another tradition to show SkyClan's piousness and respect for their ancestors. Their own version of traveling to the Moonstone.

Code 12. The Clan Must Be Consulted/Leader Can Be Punished/Casting Stones is Compulsory for Big Decisions— Clan's Rights

A very big law. The first part was one of the first to be added to their warrior code, and the second and third were extended belief (2nd) and tradition (3rd) that were codified and added to this law later on.

Code 13. When in Unclaimed Territory Bother No Cat/When in Another's Territory, Show Respect— Sun's Light

Politeness is very important for SkyClan cats. And, if they demand respect from visitors when in their territory, they must offer the same curtesy. Name comes from towncats' belief in the Sun God.

Code 14. In Order to Become Full-time Members of the Clan, Cats Must Pass A Trial — Moon's Light

Similar to what ASC has done. Named Moon's Light because trials are done during the night, to make the distinction between full-time members and Daylight Warriors.

Code 15. A Warrior Must Help Their Allies in Times of Need — Law of the Gorge

When the gorge floods, or food is scarce, every cat is a friend. If they need help, help them.

[twinuchiha]

are you sure you're ready to do this? - from madara

The younger Uchiha turned to the elder with a weak smile. “No.” He’d say, laughing slightly. The hand around the mallet tightened its grip, dark pools of obsidian staring at the walls of the place that he had once called his home.

A bitter memory stained with blood.

“But it doesn’t really matter if I’m ready or not, does it?” Kyosuke allowed a wave of emotions to crash over him, letting it sink in that when he made the first hit, it would all be over. He’d be letting this part of his past go.

And it hurt. Realizing the place of his childhood would no longer stand, be gone with wind. But there was also a hopeful future ahead for the remaining Uchiha’s. One that was filled with light, not shadows.

And that’s why this was important. He had to do this. He needed to be able to let it go.

With a huff, the mallet rose up, shine seeming to cause the the prisoning frame to gleam as Kyosuke gave one final goodbye…

And then he swung.

[steadylandface]

Xiào Dan Character sheet and a meme! (I’ve seen the meme everywhere so yea!)

[mayoinomori]

tag dump pt 2 - verses

v; protector of the lost woods (default) v; we’ve long believed that the hero would appear as a divine beast (zelda au) v; wolf breather (kny au) v; puella magi (pmmm au) v; mesūokami (okami au) v; ookami of the kobayashi clan (yakuza/rgg au) v; this is who i truly am (awakened) v; blackened sun (demon/bad end au) v; when they cry (higurashi/umineko au) v; daughter of the loth wolf (mandalorian au) v; what makes you SPECIAL (fallout au) v; sing nonomori hopeless warrior (y/n au) v; countless visions they haunt me in my sleep (sw prologue au) v; the sunlit itsuki no miko (royal au) v; amaterasu's chosen (bg3/dnd au)

[zelianthos-capercaillie]

Uchiha clan go berry picking! 🍓

🍓 hand-picked tastes sweeter ❤️

thanks to @sen6ix for the prompt 💛

[oh-no-its-bird]

Really stupid au where when they were younger, Kakashi and Obito shared an accidental kiss a lot like Sasuke and Naruto. (Kakashi commits to his mask shortly after but will never not insist it's unrelated)

Years later and Kakashi, trying to cheer up Naruto and Sasuke ab their own embaressing accidental first kiss, shares his own story

Then, years later when Obito reveals himself on the battlefield, instead of going "woah, another Uchiha!?" when he hears his name, Naruto can't help but point and shout OH MY GOD UR THE GUY WHO KISSED SENSEI!!!!!!!!

Instant dead silence. (Obito wants to die)

Sakura, who never heard the story ab how it was a one time accidental kiss: "omg... sensei's childhood boyfriend went evil on him... this is so fucked up"

Obito is VIOLENTLY thrown off by this turn of events (and also hasn't actually thought ab it in years oh my god that did happen didn't it)

Kakashi, seeing how badly it threw him off, and also the kind of person who plays hard into throwing people off and generally fucking w them to gain an edge, seeing Sakura mumbling ab lovers to enemies and just kinda goes "Yeah Obito I can't believe you'd do this to me I thought we had smthn special."

"Yeah a rivalry????"

"So I was only ever a way for u to get stronger,, figures u were using me,,,"

[Confused Obito car crash noises]

Sakura yells smthn ab him being a deadbeat and how Kakashi can do so much better and Naruto is instantly shouting in agreement as Sasuke stands there like "hn." Which is basically the same thing for him

Kakashi just starts straight up lying actually

"What about all those picnics we went on... watching the sun set over konoha..."

"Are you talking about when Minato said we weren't allowed to come back inside till we stopped arguing and ate on opposite ends of the roof bc we couldn't even look at eachother without yelling???"

"It was so romantic."

Obito, starting to actually doubt himself, "was that a date????"

(It was not.)

"You died in my arms..."

"I died under a rock"

"We literally got eye married" (not a thing, he just made this up 3 seconds ago)

"We got WHAT" (no one can prove him wrong tho bc no surviving Uchiha knows that much ab their clans marriage traditions)

"Oh my god sensei's husband is a deadbeat" - sakura, horrified (and maybe a little delighted)

"Figures." -Sasuke, who's been in proximity w Obito for some time now and absoloutley believes every word ab this topic Kakashi is saying

"Woah. This is almost as bad as the fact he murdered my parents when I was a baby dattebayo" - Naruto who's priorities are NOT what they should be

"Ok. I wouldn't go that far." - Sasuke, who's priorities are also fucked but not THAT fucked, oh my god Naruto

"No, no he's right. We should kill him even harder for this" - Sakura, who doesn't actually agree but wants an excuse for more juicy sensei love drama (and also wants to see Obito beaten to death anyways)