#cattails fanfic

[sleepy-bi666]

Talon rushes into the clinic, panting from how fast he ran.

“Is Juniper okay? Are-are the kittens okay?” Talon asked urgently.

Krampy walks over to him. “The kittens are fine. Juniper isn’t faring too well.”

Krampy leads him to where the orange cat is sleeping with four tiny sleeping kittens at his stomach.

“They’re so beautiful,” Talon says softly.

“Juniper did very well, but the kitting took quite a toll on him.” Krampy says.

“I’m sorry, I put you through this…” Talon says softly, pressing his forehead aganist Juniper’s.

[starblizzard247]

My favorite shtick that happens with video game fics is when the author incorporates the actual gameplay/mechanics/UI into the lore/story, no matter how clear it is that those things are only in the game for gameplay and not story.

I LOVE IT WHEN GAMEPLAY IS MADE DIEGETIC

[happycattail]

Same Anti-Jedi from my previous posts: Yeah the Jedi is a cult and they indoctrinated Ashoka

Me: *breathes deeply*

Them: Yeah they had her reliant on them (on purpose) so eventually when she left the order, she struggled with dealing the world and Capitalism because she’s always been taken care of. That’s cult behavior.

OH YEAH THATS TOTALLY WHY SHE STRUGGLED TOTALLY NOT BECAUSE SOMEBODIES STARTED AN ENTIRE GENOCIDE ON THE JEDI AND CHASED DOWN EVEN NON JEDI FORCE SENSITIVES! TOTALLY NOT AT ALL!!! TOTALLY NOT LIKE THE JEDI ARE KNOWN CANONICALLY FOR STILL KEEPING IN CONTACT OR AT LEAST RESPECTING PEOPLE WHOS LEFT THE ORDER! TOTALLY NOT LIKE THE JEDI PROBABLY WOULD STILL HELP AHSOKA OUT EXCEPT WAIT! THEYRE DEAD

[leopardusk]

Cover for my upcoming Cattails: Wildwood Story fanfiction!

The Catalyst follows Forest Guardian and Wildwood Champion. After Ambrosia, Lady of the Jade Alliance, spared the ancient spirit and brought them back to their mind, the struggles of the mortal cats of the Wildwood seemed to come to an end. But as for the Spirits watching over them, it was only beginning.

A new prophecy has surfaced in the cosmos, warning of disaster reaching for both realms… and all of it seems to spiral out from the Wildwood. Or, more specifically, the Wildwood Champion themself. The reformed deity has no wish to bring ruin, but perhaps their sins are too great to outrun?

The cats of the Wildwood, the Forest Guardian, and unlikely allies in both realms are all dedicated to stop the prophecy from coming to pass. But time is running out, and rising tensions may bring the two realms to clash in a way no being could have imagined.

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So that’s my pitch! The story is still in the planning stages, and progress is going well. I’m trying to gauge interest in the fandom, especially since the idea is a bit removed from canon. I’m hoping to deeper explore the stories and characters of Forest Guardian, Wildwood Champion, and the mysterious Cosmic Realm hinted at in the game’s dialogue.

Feel free to ask questions! I’m going to try to keep the actual plot more of a secret, but anything else I’m open to sharing ^^

[gladiatorcunt]

hanahaki disease trope i miss you

[luk4695]

alright fuck it. I'm giving in

brb I'm gonna make a side blog where I can post about my stupid hyperfixations

[warrior-cats-battle-cats]

"Clan Gossip"

Silly little story below

Eclipseflare had been in high spirits lately, and it didn't take a genius to notice her frequent visits to the Temple. At first, no one thought anything of it -- the golden bengal was known to give gifts to newcomers until they settled in. It usually took about a season.

But when winter turned to spring, and spring to summer, it became apparent that there was something more going on. Rumors sprouted and flourished, threading through the head of every cat in Eclipse Clan.

Who was this mysterious someone? No one ever saw another come or leave -- not even Champ, Charlotte, or Phantom. But there had to be someone, surely!

Many asked the Forest Guardian, but the starry lioness remained silent. Some even asked the newcomer, the Wildwood Champion, the god once feared and hated. Even *he* had no words on the matter.

As summer chilled into fall, speculations on who the Leader's special someone could be grew even stronger. If the sun-kissed molly knew of them, however, she gave no indication.

Stronger still, did the rumors grow when she grew a batch of *roses*.

It was a lovely, crisp autumn day when a pair of mollies, known for their gossip, were chatting. It just so happened that they saw their Leader step from her den, a bouquet of the most *stunning* roses in her maw.

"It seems Eclipseflare finally found someone!"

The seal point, Rosemary, purred as she spoke. Beside her, the hairless Glimmer nodded.

"D'aww! Who do you think it is?"

"Champ, maybe? They patrol together every day~"

"He's married!" Glimmer spat, "And he has a *kit*!"

Rosemary huffed, eyes narrowed.

"You have any *better* ideas?"

"Oh, why it is **Phantom**, of course! Their late-night hunts together are legendary, and *always* bountiful~"

"Ohh, you could be on to something!"

The two whispered amongst themselves, before a third approached. Lainey's ears perked forward, she tilted her head.

"What are we talking about?"

Embarrassed at their childish gossip, the seal point glanced away, her plump face showing conflict.

"I don't know if we should-"

"We saw the Leader with *roses*!"

Rosemary glared down at Glimmer, but the tortie only grinned.

"That wasn't very nice," she hissed under her breath.

Lainey, however, was caught on what had been revealed. *Roses*? A sly grin turned the corners of her mouth upward.

"Well, isn't it obvious? It has to be *Zephyr*!"

The older two's bickering ceased, and they turned their focus onto Lainey.

"Think of it," she began, bi-colored eyes squinted in mischief, "the Clan's most *handsome* bachelor and the *Leader*!"

Lainey giggled, raising her paws to cover her mouth.

"A match made in the stars!~"

Both Rosemary and Glimmer nodded, and the three quickly fell into discussions about how *cute* the couple would be. Just as they were discussing possible kits, though, Glimmer's ear twitched. Quickly shushing the others, she nodded towards the Temple.

"There! She's taking the roses into the Temple!"

Rosemary purred harder, chest swelling, "*This is so exciting!*"

Lainey nodded eagerly, jumping to her paws.

"I'll go get everyone ready!!"

---

Eclipseflare let out a sigh of relief. Her courting proposal had been accepted! All these seasons, all this work, and he had said *yes*! Now, she just needed to... Tell everyone...

Oh, stars...

Taking a deep breath, the golden she-cat stepped out of the Temple, blinking a few times before her vision adjusted.

"Surprise!"

"Congrats!"

The cheers of her Clanmates caught her off-guard. Fur bushing in shock, Eclipse swung her head around. Ember was the first to meet her gaze, approaching her with a warm smile.

"So... Who's the lucky cat?"

Before Eclipse could answer, Elli butted in, a feigned hurt on her face.

"And why didn't you tell *me*?"

Eclipse opened her mouth, searching for the words. She... Hadn't even begun to plan.

Evidently, she didn't need to.

From the dark opening of the Temple, a warm, fiery glow was cast over her. Many pairs of eyes gazed up as Eclipseflare turned around, coming face-to-face with the Wildwood Champion.

A smile on his face, the god lowered his head. Eye-to-eye with the Leader, he gave a bellowing purr.

**"You left one of your roses,"** his voice rumbled, echoed with divinity, **"I came to return it."**

A purr tore through Eclipseflare, and she couldn't help but headbutt him, sitting up on her haunches to nuzzle his great head.

*"Oh."*

Buttercup's quiet, soft voice broke the spell. Suddenly, murmurs erupted from the gathered cats. Eclipse's ears grew hot from embarrassment, and the Champion's glowing eyes glanced away.

There was a lot of explaining to do...

I've been busy on my current save for Cattails: Wildwood Story. Every cat has been acquired (including kits) and every character has five stars (not including MC's kits, since they were just born last night before I closed the game).

I have romanced god. I have had kits with god.

I have been developing lore/headcanons for my character, Eclipseflare.

And, I have been drawing dumbass little comics.

[periwinklefox13]

Hello, welcome to my blog!

Im Periwinkle13 but you can call me Periwinkle, Peri, Wink, or any nicknames you can try and make up!

My pronouns are she/they, but I don't mind which one you use, if you don't know which set I feel comfortable with you can always ask!

The fandoms I'm in are Warrior Cats, Doctor Who, Broadchurch, Cattails, SJA, Hazbin Hotel, TADC, LSOH, Torchwood, and Ride the Cyclone!

My DMs are open, no NSFW stuff though. I also won't accept commissions (goes both ways).

Emoji anons/nonnies || 🦈

DNI list:

Homophobic/Anti-LGBTIA+

Racist

Ableist

Sexist/Misogynist

Ace-Exclusionist

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I have a Fanfiction blog for cringy fanfic: @winkcats-world

I also have an Askblog for my OCs: @thegirlfriendsofuraniumcity

I'm also secretary of the State of the Zolarian Cult

I ship:

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Whoniverse:

Janto (Jack x Ianto from Torchwood)

Towen (Toshiko x Owen from Torchwood)

Thasmin (Thirteen x Yaz from Doctor Who)

/P The ponds (Rory x Amy from Doctor Who)

Tenrose (Tenth Doctor x Rose Tyler)

Ninerose (Ninth Doctor x Rose Tyler)

Yowzah/twiver (Eleventh x River/Twelve x River)

Space wives (River x Thirteen)

Twissy ( Twelve x Missy)

Thrissy/missteen (Thirteen x Missy)

Tenjack/ninejack (Ten x Jack/Nine x Jack)

Doctorjackrose (Doctor x Jack x Rose)

Thoschei (Doctor x Master)

The lesbians of Doctor who (Bill x Heather and Vastra x Jenny)

Dndoctor/timerogue (fifteenth Doctor x Rogue)

Roguekiss (Rogue x Jack)

Roguecoffee (I CAME UP WITH THIS ONE) (Rogue x Jack)

Roguecoffeekiss (I CAME UP WITH THIS ONE) (Rogue x Ianto x Jack)

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Helluverse:

Chaggie (Charlie x Vaggie)

Huskerdust (Husk x Angel)

Cherrisnake (Cherri bomb x Pentinous)

EX Fallen wings ( ex girlfriend Lute x Vaggie)

Guitarspear (Adam x Lute)

/P Radiorose ( platonic Alastor x Rosie)

Stolitz (Stolas x Blitz)

Fizzmodeus (Fizzarolli x Asmodeus)

M&M (Millie x Moxie)

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Ride the Cyclone:

Nischa (Noel x Misha)

Perfectsugar (Ocean x Constance)

Flowerrap (Taila x Misha)

Spacedolls (Ricky x Jane Doe)

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My favorite songs:

P.U.N.K girl (Heavenly)

Rodeo town and Superpowerless (The Kills)

Trapdoor (twenty one pilots)

One of us, Gimme gimme gimme, Angel Eyes, Winner Takes it all (ABBA)

[artemistorm]

OH- And here I though I would be bothering you-

Say ! What's your favorite fanfic you're working on ?? And do you have ideas for the next chapters ect ?

Of course it isn't bothering me!! I love talking about my fics!!! My fave fanfic is hands down Hyrule and Wild Have a Hard Time.

I have the whole thing generally plotted, but when I get to each chapter, I do more specific plotting and as I write it, even more things come up and get added to the story. My Master Outline document for the whole story has 18k words of outlines, random ideas, and random scenes (as well as some outline notes for the sequel). I love outlining. I was working on this story's outline and writing the first chapter (and rewriting it like 6 times 😅) for about 9 months before I published it. To say that "I have ideas for the next couple of chapters" is an understatement.

Since you asked a question, you get a snippet! :D

******

“I can hear it!” Wild said excitedly. “There’s moving water in that direction!”

“I can smell it!” Hyrule exclaimed. “Fresh fish here we come!”

The river could provide them with fresh food to stock up their dwindling stores, they could bathe and wash their clothes and equipment, the river could offer them direction to find their way back to the rest of the Chain.

The trees thinned and the land sloped downward shallowly at first, then steeper until Hyrule and Wild were running recklessly toward the water. They broke free from the oppressive trees they’d been lost in for days and days and hopped from rock to rock through the muddy shoreline marsh to the sandy beach running along the river.

The putrid smell of decay stopped them short of jumping right into the water. All up and down both shores, dead and rotting fish and birds dotted the shoreline and floated on the surface. The reeds and cattails were wilting and yellowed. And the river water itself was dark and discolored, undoubtable from the infection plaguing the land.

The river was dead. It would not provide for them.

[mythos321]

As one of the few people in the Clay Brotherhood, I'd very much like to hear what you think it would take to make him break and finally cry for the first time :3

Cattail definitely got very close when she told him how she sold him for the equivalent to lunch, though it’s very hard to say if anything else could really get at him, since that imo was also partly egged on by Glory previously trying to run away, the overall very stressful time that was Scarlets arena, and seeing the aftermath of a battle between Icewings and Mudwings

I think what it would take to make Clay full on cry is if he went through all of that, and didn’t get the alleviation that was knowing he had 5 sibs that helped get himself mentally back together, and even then he might just end up more explosive at someone

one thing I could see making him slightly cry(that I actually plan to use for part of a fanfic one day) is him just fully venting his emotions with someone else and actually just letting that out with the person he’s talking to(this is actually also kinda interesting/off topic, Clays never truly delved into his conflicts with someone, they always kinda just shake them off with either a weak reassurance or “yeah I’m like that to!”)

TLDR; either the events of Book 1 without his siblings showing up, or just a full on heart to heart with someone

[bookofmirth]

Glitter and Gloss - elucien fanfiction 1

Summary

Elain spends her days playing the role of dutiful daughter while spending every moment she can in the woods with friends and creatures she loves. When tempted to make a grave error, she embarks on a quest to save the forest while trying to understand her growing (and distracting) attraction to Lucien.

Notes: This is based on the 1985 movie Legend, so if you know that movie, you know the general direction of this fanfic. Elain is Lili, Lucien is Jack, and Koschei is the Lord of Darkness.

AO3 | Legend (1985) AU

Now

Elain Archeron sobbed, stifling the sound with the palm of her hand. Her other hand rest on the ground, steadying her though she had fallen to her knees. A quick glance behind her verified that none followed. But not being able to see the beasts sent after her only meant they were more likely to spring on her unawares. 

Elain slowed her breath and concentrated her muted, human senses on the sounds around her. A childhood of running through these forests had attuned her to their normal, everyday sounds. The buzz of a hornet’s nest, the lilting call of a chickadee, and the rustle of foliage as a chipmunk scurried away would have been background noise to anyone else, but Elain had long ago familiarized herself with the rhythms of the woods below the Wall. She had learned nearly as much about the seasons’ change and the lifecycles of nature here, running through this greenery, as she had tending her small garden behind her father’s cottage.

And now, to her horror, Elain heard nothing. Not a whisper or rustle, as if the woods themselves held their breath. It might have been a boon for Elain’s senses had she not understood that the creatures she knew so well had been terrified into silence due to an unnamed fear.

Elain had a name for what they feared, though. 

Koschei the Deathless.

He had sent his beasts after her, to catch her before she could complete her task and put an end to what she had so innocently started. Any snapping of branches, any patter of feet, it wouldn’t be a sign of life in the forest Elain knew and loved, but of the creatures sent after her to drag her back to Koschei’s throne of glittering black stone.

Elain angrily wiped away a tear as she thought of the blood that had splattered across her pale dress that day, two weeks past as the sun rose and set, but a lifetime in her heart. She would not let him continue. She would not let others, her friends and family under the wide canopy of the forest, suffer more than they already had. And she would not let her own mistakes go un-remedied.

She sniffled, trying to control her tears, and then froze again as she heard a twig snap in response. She clenched her fist on the ground before her, felt the dirt and dry leaves between her fingers, reminding her of where she was. Who she was.

Elain had taken blood from the forest, and it demanded repayment.

Elain stood straight, her eyes narrowing to better take in the path ahead. She tensed her muscles and prepared to run.

Two weeks before

Before the entrance to a cottage, framed by the drifting bows of a tree, Elain Archeron, second daughter of Lord Archeron, sister to the High Lady of the Night Court, and friend to any creature who ventured to approach her, extended her hands out on the cool grass. On her back beneath the sheltering canopy of trees, she watched the clouds float by, enjoying the steady erosion of her equilibrium as she lost sense of where the earth ended and the sky began.

The forest cottage was encircled by a clear, cold stream. Along with the trees and grasses, the stream and the cattails, the cottage was surrounded by moss that was soft enough to lie down upon and make a bed, and sometimes she spied her friend Oona, a sprite with diaphanous wings who barely reached Elain’s hips, bounding from one small hill to the next, letting the moss buoy her so well she didn’t need to bother with her wings. 

As the earth moved slowly beneath her, Elain trained her ears. Her childhood friend, Lucien Vanserra, had promised her a visit. It was an ongoing game - he would say he was terribly busy, had quite the list of responsibilities, and he would try to fit her into his schedule if only the needs of the forest allowed him such frivolity with his time. In return, Elain would say that if she could remember, if her dear father could spare her and if her tutors would allow it, she would wait for him beneath her favorite rowan tree. Time permitting, of course.

And every afternoon, without fail, Lucien and Elain would meet beneath the rowan, at the cottage that belonged only to the forest, each having eagerly attended to their duties to ensure they wouldn’t be late.

While the fae and humans had long held a tenuous truce, Elain was the only one among her family members who had been quite so open in her curiosity about the faeries. Even as a child, while Nesta and Feyre had always eyed the fae with apprehension or disdain, Elain had let her eyes linger on them a moment longer than was appropriate. They seemed to contain something wonderful, a potential for adventure that would challenge her hearth-loving heart. 

For years, the Wall served as the main barrier keeping Elain’s curiosity in check. Until one day, in her small corner of the woods, a fae boy with brilliant hair, warm brown skin, and a piercing gaze spied her from behind the trunk of a tree, and a friendship began. Neither of them being in a place they should have been, their alliance started with an understanding that their public and private lives were two very different entities.

The recent marriage between her mortal sister and the immortal High Lord of the Night Court had caused enough eyebrows to be raised, and yet the townsfolk insisted on looking at Elain with a distrustful eye. There was no accounting for love, they said by way of excusing Feyre’s actions, but the way the middle Archeron girl went around acquainting herself with all manner of forest creature, she was surely courting danger. Not all mortals were lucky enough to encounter a benevolent fae, and even fewer could count on that kindness to last.

But by all accounts, Feyre and Rhysand seemed content, with no indications of that changing any time soon. Elain’s insistence on seeing the good in others had rubbed off on her younger sister, with happy results. 

Lucien Vanserra, son of the dread High Lord Beron of the Autumn Court, was not the fae that Elain’s father would have chosen as her companion, if he’d have had any say in the matter. By the time her parents had realized that she was sneaking into the wood to meet her friends, and not solely to further her study of the natural sciences, Elain was firmly set in her habits. They could hardly deny her the time; as a model young lady, she was a credit to her sister’s court and would soon make an attractive match in the marriage market. If only she could temper the flightiness that those closest to her knew came from a generosity of heart that forgave nearly every misstep. 

Lucien Vanserra may have been royalty on the fae side of things, but Lord Archeron thought that hardly counted when one was trusting faeries to watch over his daughter as she disappeared into the darkness of the forest. No matter that Lucien had finer manners than anyone of his acquaintance, in his own or any other court, or that Lucien’s clothing, comportment, and speech marked him as a true gentleman. Lord Archeron, and indeed the rest of the mortal realm, knew the Vanserra parentage to be ruthless by any measure. No amount of perfectly executed, respectful bows and yes, my lords could disguise the fact that the Vanserras would use anyone to their advantage without losing a moment of sleep.

But to Elain, Lucien was a friend, and for her that had more value than the loftiest of titles that her parents sought for her. Lucien was also wild, and teasing, and prone to loosening his cravat and ruffling his fiery red hair the moment they were alone together in the cool half-light underneath the trees. Elain never quite knew what would come out of his mouth next, and found herself with a smile waiting just beneath every expression, when Lucien was around. 

In her private glen, Elain stiffened as she heard the grass on the other side of the rowan tree rustle. The step was heavier than that of a squirrel, lighter than a doe. That small, ready smile spread across her lips.

“I hear you,” she called out. 

“I let you hear me,” Lucien responded. 

Elain sat up and propped herself up with one hand. In her other she held a daisy, its petals fully open to the sun. She twirled it between her fingers, clockwise and counterclockwise and back again.

“Do you suppose that if the sun were to set in the east, then on that day you may not come to this cottage?” Elain tilted her head, made a show of brushing the petals across her cheek. “I could set my watch by you, if I owned a watch.”

“That depends, my lady.” Lucien settled in the grass next to her, taking up the spot as if he had been away mere moments and not a full day. He placed his hands on the ground and leaned back, crossed his ankles and raised his face to the dappled sunlight.

“On what?” Elain let her hand fall to her lap, daisy forgotten.

“On if you were here, waiting for me.”

Elain smiled again, one of her real smiles. “And if I were elsewhere?”

“Then there you would find me,” Lucien answered. He reached his hand towards hers, cupping it in his own for a moment before pulling away. He looked up at the sky, or what he could see of it from below the swaying branches, and closed his eyes. 

Like this, Lucien looked less the son of a High Lord, and more like a young man from Elain’s own village, though something else came alive in him when they sat there in the sunlit wood. His father’s land was golden and russet and burned brightly with the seasons, but Elain couldn’t help notice that Lucien truly relaxed here in their woods just beneath the Wall, in the liminal space between human and fae lands. The tension fell from his shoulders and she wondered what it might be like for him, to bear the burden of fae court politics but benefit from none of the protection that future rulership provided. 

Elain remarked that Lucien’s cravat was undone, a button of his shirt askance, small concessions to the privacy of their woods. She reached up and unfastened the next button of his shirt, pulled his cravat from around his neck and threw it in the grass.

“Tomorrow is the longest day of the year,” Elain said. She turned her face away from Lucien, attempting to soften the twinge in her heart that came from seeing his golden face at repose in the sunlight. And not a bit because of the certainty of his affection for her. “We shall have the sun at our disposal, a longer afternoon.”

“And it’s your birthday,” Lucien said. He snapped his fingers and looked at her. “I forgot, I have a gift for you.”

Elain curled her legs underneath her and placed her hands in her lap, looking as polite and respectable as she could with grass staining her skirts and wisps of hair come loose from her braid. 

Lucien chuckled. “Well I don’t have it now, do I? And it’s a day early. You’ll just have to wait.”

Elain relaxed her posture and sighed. “I’m not used to being denied, you know.”

Lucien nodded solemnly. “And I am not used to being the one to deny you. Yet it must be so, for today. But if you can be patient, lady, then tomorrow, I shall give you something that no one can ever take away from you.”

Elain cocked her head. “Alright. It’s a deal.”

Lucien laughed, throwing his head back. “Always a negotiation with you, Elain.”

She picked absently at the grass. “Everyone else expects me to be so accommodating all the time. At least you know better.”

“You may rest assured that I will never make life easy for you under the guise of assuming you can handle no more, that I expect you to challenge me at every turn, and that I will never, ever, give you your gifts the moment you ask for them.” Lucien’s face was the picture of solemnity, but for an angled eyebrow that gave him away. 

“I suppose I’ll have to take the bitter with the sweet, then,” she answered. 

Lucien reached up and pulled a blade of grass from Elain’s hair and she leaned into the warmth of his palm. “And I will do my best to temper the bitter.” His hand rested on her cheek and Elain felt her face flush. 

What had begun as friendly, adventurous jaunts into the woods had turned, over the years, into something like a promise between them. The words hadn’t been spoken, but Elain knew how much she counted on Lucien to be there for her, and that he would do anything to avoid disappointing her. Despite the precedent that had been set by Feyre and Rhysand’s marriage, Elain was unsure of what it would mean, to tie her life to one of the fae. And even less if she discovered that fate had decided to tie them together in the way that it had tied Rhysand and Feyre.

“Hiyah!” A screech was followed by the sounds of a small creature crashing through the brush beneath the trees. “Lucien, get your beast away from me!” 

A sprite scurried to Elain’s back and held her shoulders, using the woman as a shield. A rust-colored fox followed quick on her heels, nipping playfully, its forelegs hugging the earth and its tail high in the air as it waited for Oona to run again. Lucien brushed the fox’s tail with his hand and the animal spun around, then leaped into his lap to sniff eagerly at his face. 

“Oona,” Elain said, chiding her friend. “You live in the forest. Could you not try making friends? You are surrounded, after all. One would think you human, for your abhorrence of wild things.”

“What need has one for friends when the forest provides all I need? And never call me ‘human’!” With the fox safely in Lucien’s arms, Oona chanced coming around Elain to stand, hands on her hips, between them. 

“Indeed,” Elain said. “I apologize, I know you find us smelly things.”

Oona made a show of sniffing, her nose in the air, fluttered her wings until she hovered gently above the ground. “You bathe far too frequently, the perfumes give me a headache.”

“Apologies again, I will avoid likening you to humans in the future. Though I make no promises about reducing the frequency of my baths.”

“What are you doing here, Elain?” Oona asked. “Doesn’t your father expect you home soon, to prepare for your party?”

“Father?” Elain said the word as if she’d never heard of the concept, buying herself time to respond.

“Yes,” Oona replied. “What would he say of you lounging about here, hanging about with fae folk, and ignoring the matchmaker’s instructions?”

“Nothing,” Elain quipped, “Since he knows nothing of my days other than that I am on time for dinner, with clean hands and proper dress. And that my tutors find no faults with me.” She smiled sweetly, an expression she knew had the desired effect on humans, especially men, while knowing that Oona would see it for what it was. A mask. A pretty convenience that allowed her to become all but invisible, to slip through life undetected when she wished to be left alone. Elain had taken on the fae propensity for trickery, but it was much harder to pull off among the fae themselves. 

“He’s fool indeed, then.” Oona harrumphed and crossed her arms. “I wouldn’t trust you farther than I could throw you, and I have wings to give me leverage.” She summersaulted in the air as if to demonstrate her point.

“Is it foolish to see the best in people?” Elain wondered herself, if sometimes Nesta’s prickly defensiveness wasn’t a wiser decision. 

“Yes,” Oona answered without hesitation. “Though I know you’ll insist on it anyway.”

“Lucien is bringing me a gift tomorrow, for the solstice and my birthday. Will you come as well, dearest Oona?” Lucien had been stroking the fox, mumbling in its ear periodically as if it had the words to respond. He made no sign that he listened as Elain mention her gift, and she knew he would stubbornly make her wait the full day for her present.

“Perhaps.” Oona made a show of inspecting the scene around them. “There are portents. Signs. Something is amiss.”

Elain laughed. “You always think something is amiss.”

“I’ve heard whispers,” Oona said, refusing to acknowledge Elain’s teasing, “There are creatures in the woods who haven’t been seen in an age, and the animals who store up for winter have begun their task already.” She shook her head and sighed. “Even if they’ve no words for it, they know that something is coming.”

The fox bounded from Lucien’s lap and into the underbrush. He frowned and cocked his head, watching it go as if something gave chase. When the fox could no longer be heard, Lucien turned to Elain and Oona, giving the latter his attention.

“Perhaps one day, we will even see a unicorn, Oona. What would you say to that?” 

“A unicorn?” Elain tilted her head. She’d seen all sorts of creatures in her woods, but many of them remained elusive. Despite her best intentions, those who lived in the fae forests rarely trusted humans, saw them as hunters and thieves. 

“Aye,” Oona said. “A wondrous beast, said to be drawn to the purest souls. Tis their magic that keeps these woods alive, you know.”

Elain’s eyes glowed with possibility. “Can I see one?”

Oona scoffed. “Never. Well, likely not,” she clarified, seeing Elain’s crestfallen face. “They don’t take to humans, you see, in addition to their rarity.”

“Why have you never told me about unicorns?” Elain asked, turning to Lucien. 

“They are exceedingly rare, as Oona said. There are creatures in this wood who need protection from humans.”

Elain’s shoulders drooped as she once again felt the full weight of the difference between her mortal, human life, and the immortal magic that her friends possessed. No amount of learning about their world or making friends with the fae would truly bridge the gap between the rule-bound world that Elain’s mother wanted her to find a place in, and the wild, green, growing world that Elain wanted to belong to.

“I know that you mean well, Elain. But not everyone knows you as well as I do.” He picked the daisy off of her skirts where Elain had dropped it. “I would bring you the moon on a string to light your way, harness the strength of the wind to blow at your back, and carve the earth to make your path easier, my lady.” He offered her the flower. “If only you would ask.”

It was the closest to a declaration from Lucien as Elain had ever heard, and as the heat rose to her cheeks, she tried to separate the teasing words from the earnest, and found only honesty.

Elain took the flower and smiled, small, wistful. “The sun might be lonely, if you were to take the moon so I might make it my own.”

“We shall leave her in her place, then.” He stood, brushing grass from his pants, fastening the buttons on his shirt, and ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back into respectability. “If my father and Eris don’t have too many tasks for me tomorrow, I think I might manage to make my way back here. I will be terribly busy, but every effort will be made to see you.”

“And if my tutors will let me out of my lessons early tomorrow, I will meet you here again. Mother might have a dress fitting for me to go to, but I suppose I could make the effort to see you.” Elain smiled at their game, at the certainty and devotion that lie beneath what their words danced around.

“Tomorrow then, my lady.” Lucien bowed deeply, his nose nearly touching his knee, and Elain laughed. 

“Tomorrow. And whatever you bring me, I hope that it doesn’t disappoint.”

[sleepy-bi666]

Mine

1: Mine

Spark lays on the dirt floor of his little corner of the den, his eyes laid on a butterfly August had given him.

His mind is lost in thought as he sorts through all the gifts August has given to him the past days, his heart fluttering like a butterfly.

“Spark? Are you awake?” Ember calls out to him.

“Oh- yes,” Spark says.

“Alright then, come help me pick things up.”  Ember tells xyr son.

Spark stands up and goes into the store part of the den.

-A little while later-

Spark watches from afar as August purchases a red rose from Ember.

His heart sinks.

It was silly of me to think he loved me anyway. He’s the leader… Spark thinks to himself before going for a long walk to hopefully clear his mind.

The next morning, as soon as he stepped outside, August happily walks up to him, giving him the red rose.

Spark can’t believe it, but he accepts happily.

He’s mine, Spark thinks as he walks off with August.

[im-too-emotionally-involved]

I need friends who play cattails so we can make OC's and fanfics together T_T

[joz-yyh]

A rough concept of “nobleman” Damian for that Crimson Court AU I was talking about (Can’t say I regret giving him longer hair).

EDIT: Added “vampire hunter” Tardif! He’s a bit younger/ more arrogant here (also gave him a new hairstyle to match Damian’s, but wanted to keep with my headcanon in terms of his eyes with some slight alterations).

WIP FANFIC PREVIEW UNDER THE CUT!!

Boots card through the thick underbrush, toeing along the water line, keen eyes tracking along the surface of the marsh. He'd been walking for over an hour and still no signs of him. Had his intel been wrong? 

Tardif unclasps the cage strapped to his belt, the contraption housing one of the bloodsucking pests. He shakes it around, it's thorax crashing around inside the metal bars.

“Ye sick or somthin,” he warns, fixing the pest with an intimidating stare, “He ain’t here. Maybe I should just squash yer little behind now for wasting my time.” 

The insect buzzes frantically, indicating with it’s long tapered nose that the vampire hunter is indeed going in the right direction.

Tardif sighs, “Fine, I’ll take a closer look.”

As he ties the cage back into place he notices something pale sticking out of the overgrown cattails. Upon closer inspection of the broken reeds, it appears to be a waterlogged foot.

He unsheathes his axe and kicks at the listless body.

"That trick ain't gunna work on me," Tardif says, recalling the many bait traps the blood-sucking parasites had set up around the estate.

The human hears a chuckle erupt from the water, "Please run along, vampire hunter. Let me find absolution in peace."

"Lucky ye, I've brought yer ticket to absolution with me," Tardif smirks, indicating his axe.

"Oh," Damian says, suddenly energetic, erupting from the bog as he sits himself up, algae clinging to him, "I think not. My soul is still blackened by their filth, tarnished by impurity. The Light would never accept me as I am now. I cannot depart until I reclaim what's been stolen from me."

Tardif changes his stance, going on the offensive, "Ye really think some sob story is going to stop me from turn' yer ass into ash?"

Damian backs up, treading deeper into the lake, arms outstretched with that ridiculous grin, "Hasn't it? If you were so worried about killing me, why didn't you strike me down when you had the chance?"

What is this bastard thinking? Is he trying to drown his way out of this?

"Where would be the fun in that," Tardif grins, savoring the thrill of the chase.

The calm waters ripple, an oddity just subtle enough that it could have gone unnoticed to the untrained eye.

Massive jaws leap out from the water bank, the crocs known to traverse these waters living up to their reputation and Tardif just misses losing a leg to the snap of it's teeth.

"I see you've met one of my friends," Damian says loftily, looking awfully smug and amused.

As much as he wants to glare at the vampire, Tardif doesn't dare take his eyes off the apex predator in front of him. The croc snaps at him again. It's too fast, too strong, the warrior barely able to hold his own against it.

"Ah, so this must be the fun you spoke of," the flagellant taunts, "I am certainly in a better mood. If you survive, maybe we'll meet again sometime."

[ryqoshay]

Putting on Hairs: Post Production - Me Want Bite

Primary Pairing Trio: YuuAyuSetsu Rating: G Words: 637 AU: Cryptids, Eldritch Beings Fandom: Love Live Nijigasaki Parent Fic: Putting on Hairs - Post Production Time Frame: Sometime after the main story Event: Promptober 2023 Event Source: Idol Fanfic Heaven channel on Discord Prompt: Second

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Author's Note: Second entry for the 1st

Summary: Yuu has found something new for Setsuna to try

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“<These are cattails.>” The bespectacled young man sang in English on Yuu’s phone. “<They’re just fairly common water reeds, and they’re not edible. But don’t you think they oughta be?>”

Setsuna’s gaze moved back and forth between the screen and the tall plants growing out of the water near the boat she and her girlfriends occupied. They did look rather enticing.

“Yuu-chan.” Ayumu scolded from the bow. “Why are you trying to make Setsuna-chan eat strange things again?”

“They’re not strange!” Yuu insisted. “They’re ‘nature’s supermarket’ according to the U of M over in the States. Lots of people eat them, and they are nutritious and stuff.”

“<Me want bite!>” The man proclaimed. “<Me want plant corndog delight!>”

“Here.” Yuu said, plucking a stalk and holding said corndog-like part toward Setsuna. “Wanna bite?”

Ayumu sighed. She hadn’t given more than a cursory complaint against Yuu’s continued exploration of Setsuna’s extensive dietary eccentricities in over a month.

If Setsuna were to guess at the reason Ayumu had mostly given up was that she realized that Setsuna herself enjoyed the experiments. As she had lived among humans her entire life, Setsuna had primarily eaten human food, specifically the local cuisine here in Tokyo. Her parents had only made human food, so she was only able to experience dishes of her ancient ancestors when her grandmother cooked them. And once she left home, she had survived on the cheapest and easiest to prepare sustenance she could find.

It had only been recently, after speaking with Honoka, an Elder Thing spawn who ran a restaurant and frequently catered to the theater, that Setsuna had been able to find source of ingrediets not native to Earth. And after an incident where Yuu and Setsuna had accidentally cooked an electric eel instead of a normal one, which resulted in Setsuna hiccupping lightning, Yuu began a mission to find Earthbound foodstuffs. Ayumu wanted to avoid another incident, but a high majority of the things Setsuna ate had ended up being fine. Some had even been added to the trio’s regular pantry stock to be used in meals they could all eat together.

Setsuna accepted the plant and sniffed it. At first she thought it was scentless, but after a moment of concentration, she detected a slight bit of sweetness. Intrigued, she took a bite of the cattail.

Immediately, she felt a sensation like a dry marshmallow trying to expand in her mouth. But as she chewed, she found the sweetness she had smelled and decided the flavor was not much unlike a cucumber. As such, she took an even bigger second bite.

“Huh…”

Yuu’s voice caught Setsuna’s attention and she glanced up to find the twintailed woman holding her phone as though taking a picture or video of her.

“Mm?” Setsuna hummed curiously as she continued to chew.

Yuu frowned slightly and slipped her phone into her pack. She then plucked another cattail, this time apparently for herself. She examined it for a moment, shrugged, and took a bite.

Yuu’s eyes widened and her cheeks bulged. She gagged, then coughed, spewing out a surprising amount of what looked like pillow stuffing.

“Yuu-chan!” Ayumu tried to lunge forward but lost her balance and gripped the sides of the boat to prevent herself from falling out.

“I’m… fine…” Yuu hacked unconvincingly. “How… did you… Setsu…na-chan?”

“I’m not sure.” Setsuna admitted. “I thought it was alright though.”

Yuu started to laugh, but ended up coughing up more fuzz. “Seconds?” She wheezed, bending another stalk toward Setsuna.

“Thank you.” Setsuna accepted.

As she began to eat the second cattail, Setsuna pondered why Yuu had so much difficulty with it. Maybe lamia were allergic to cats? Well, whatever the reason, at least she knew she had found a new snack she could eat when the trio went on walks.

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Author's Note Continued: My second thought - pun intended - for this prompt was someone asking for, or being offered seconds of a meal or snack or food or whatever. And I'll happily blame the YouTube algorithm here for recently recommending that I rewatch the Me Want Bite trilogy, so that was already at the back of my mind. Combine this with my established habit of writing about Cthughan Setsuna's unique eating habits during Promptober and this nearly wrote itself.

[themissinglynx]

DISCLAIMER: I AM NOT A LAWYER. I AM JUST SOME RANDOM PERSON WHO LIKES LEARNING ABOUT FANDOM HISTORY AND COPYRIGHT AND TRADEMARK LAW.

For the people in the notes wondering why HarperCollins is acting like this, I'm just gonna direct you to a similar video that explains everything but for another company.

Fair Use (or Fair Dealings and other equivalents) only apply to commentary, critique, reporting, education, parody, and research. It's okay for Moonkitti to make her I Spoil series and Bok Bok Choy to make their animated series since they would likely fall under parody. It's okay for analysts to show off the covers of or even read text from the books because those fall under commentary or critique, and even education if they're using it to teach others about sensitivity issues or basic writing 101. It's also okay for the various Warriors news channels to show off covers and read text from books because that falls under news reporting.

The other Warrior Cats Animated (the one with lovely animation) and that 3D animator would not fall under Fair Use, since they're direct adaptations of the base source material (which is copyrighted), nor do canon rewrites or any garden variety fanfiction, as they use trademarked characters in ways that don't fall under Fair Use. Only HarperCollins can make an animated adaptation of Warriors or delegate another creator to make it. Only HarperCollins can rewrite the entire series or delegate another creator to make it. You, a random person on the internet, do not have permission to make it. Into the Wild will likely not reach the public domain until 2095 at the least. And that's just Into the Wild, if you wait until the latest book, Shadow, has its copyright eroded, it'll take you until 2118 for that to be in public domain.

Also note that fanart, fanmusic, fanfiction, fangames, and so on are technically illegal in places with copyright law since they use trademarked materials (see aforementioned video). Most companies don't crack down on every single scribble of their main character since most of it is a labor of love and free advertisement for their material, but some companies or individuals are more protective than others (such as Anne Rice).

"But what about companies/IP holders that welcome fan content?" That's the exception, not the rule. Just because the author of All Tomorrows loves fanfiction doesn't mean the author of, oh, I don't know, Vampire Diaries will. Please read your fandom history on Anne Rice and how fanfics of her works are not allowed on FFN.

In essence, HarperCollins owns the trademarks to characters like Fireheart, Bristlefrost, and Hollyleaf, and neglecting to protect threats to their trademark will result in them losing said trademarks.

Most IP holders also don't want you to make something that could end up with their fans spending money on stuff other people have made that they own the trademarks to. With Warriors, someone could go, "Why would I buy all these books when I could just watch an animated adaptation or read a better canon rewrite for cheap or free?"

For those of you interested in the gaming scene, this is why Fighting is Magic had to turn into Them's Fightin' Herds. Hasbro had to protect their trademarks or risk what happened to Universal there. This is why StarClan Battles and Warriors: Untold Tales became Clouded Moon and Cattails, they just took the broad strokes of "feral cat colonies living in the wild", chucked the trademarked proper names out the window, and did their own thing.

Looking for a place to archive your fanfiction or other text-based fan material? Go to AO3! If HarperCollins gives you the ol' C&D on your work, the Organization for Transformative Works will give you a legal team to fight for your right to keep it in the archive, unlike FFN and maybe even Wattpad (I'm not sure, I don't use Wattpad). They'll defend everything: from your gay as hell RavenBarley fanfiction to your epic canon rewrite spanning from Tallstar's Revenge to ASC to your crack crossover between Warriors and Silver Fang: Shooting Star Gin.

Also, if you're going to archive your stuff on AO3, do not put a link to your Patreon or Ko-fi or even link to a place that has your Patreon or Ko-fi listed, because that's a prime back door for fight-happy IP holders to stick their foot in and try to force you to take down your work. And it's against AO3's TOS.

So yeah, this is why, to my understanding, HarperCollins is saying this. This doesn't mean I agree with them (I'm assisting in a canon rewrite myself), but I understand where they're coming from. Fandom younglings, you don't realize how lucky you are to be growing up in the time you are now. Before my day, fanfiction could get you in a lot of legal trouble. Learn what your fandom foremothers and forefathers have done to make this wild internet landscape fandom-friendly.

Get to archiving everyone 

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