#outer expanse my beloved

[meawoo]

[mantyxx-journey]

Gourm in a field <3

[somestrangeangels]

Rain World art challenge!!! Template by @guppiesareamazing !!

[thewandererh]

BLASTS YOU WITH THAT HANDSOME DEVIL POWER HOUR CHONNY JASH ITERATOR💥💥💥💥

🩷pink - spectrum (shuttup you’re stupid)

💜purple - kismet (evl ppl)

🧡orange - checkmate (savages)

💙blue - deedee (a drink to death)

❤️red - diamondback (charlie’s/chonny’s inferno)

the songs represent the peak of their trauma eras, but these are their designs where they recover and find eachother and yippee :3!! i have an unending amount of art of them lmao, so ill be dumping it here slowly. some art here is newer than older woohooo. i get this post might not get a lot of traction because no one knows what i’m talking about 💔

il stuff coming soon maybe. it’s not my job to provide art of one thing though !!!

oH and for spectrum. uhhhh hes just gay and i thought ‘about you’ by caravan palace there fit him. desperate flirter🔥. love is weird with iterators but i promise the drawing wasnt going anywhere too intense. its one of the older arts, and i wanted to show off an earlier attempt at perspective with torsos :]

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Cosmic Experimentation pt. 2

Author's Note: Ah shit, here we go again. Fingering Anaxa's chest hole, as promised~ Once again inspired by @angelesca 🩷 (thank you for your kind words btw!! You're too sweet 🥹🫶) — I can't believe we have to wait an entire month for his banner…so homophobic 😔

Pairings: Anaxagoras x male reader

Warnings: Dom male!reader, sub!Anaxa, fingering unusual holes, dacryphilia, feisty Anaxagoras

“I was half-kidding!” you yell-laugh, crossing your arms in front of you to block your partner's relentless attacks.

You were kind enough to carry him over to the bed, seeing how his legs refused to keep him upright after your previous amusement, and what does he do in return? Anaxagoras yanks a pillow from underneath his head and starts weakly beating you with it!

“Calm down! I said I was only kidding!” you quickly grab the middle of the pillow, stopping the onslaught of fluffy blows in an instant. Still huffing in annoyance, Anaxa begrudgingly lets go, allowing you to disarm him. “You were so sweet and adorable earlier, love. Where did all of this come from?” you ask, leaning over your beloved boyfriend and fixing his hair that had become tousled during his fit.

He doesn't answer at first, mostly glaring at you like a bratty girlfriend while you simply hold his gaze in amusement. It takes about a minute of this stare down until he relents. “Sometimes, I think you enjoy provoking me.” he says plainly. His reddened cheeks reveal the emotions fueling this silly temper, however.

It's all too cute, how much Anaxagoras allows you to get away with. Not only does the demised scholar allow you to invade his personal space more than anyone else, he puts up with — or perhaps it's more accurate to say that he enjoys — your teasing and the way you play with his emotions just to see him flush and stutter his way through an excuse.

You can't stop yourself from leaning down to capture his lips in a gentle kiss. Anaxa's sour expression melts away as he loses himself in the kiss, returning the affection with interest. A hand on his waist causes him to arch his back a little, which gets him lost in pleasure all over again. The kiss becomes hungrier, deeper, and Anaxa parts his lips, practically begging you to come inside and claim what's yours.

Hands begin to wander; yours and his. While Anaxa's hands find a comfy place behind your neck, tugging at the back of your hair, your own hands explore the expanse of his body. Trailing along his sides, tickling the exposed skin of his shoulder that's normally hidden underneath his jacket, then settling one hand on his chest. As if it has a gravitational pull of its own, your fingers travel inwards, grazing the outer edge of the cosmic design in the center of Anaxagoras' chest. Your fingertips ghost over the middle of it…

And the effect is immediate.

Anaxa arches off of the bed, whimpering and wrapping his legs around your waist without even realizing it, and moaning against your mouth while his eye squeezes shut. You pull away, looking down at your partner with wide eyes. ‘Was it because I touched it…?’ you think to yourself, smiling as a far dirtier thought creeps into the forefront of your head.

“Would it…would it hurt if I stuck my fingers in here?” you nearly whisper. You're straining your ears to pick up any kind of response from him, since he decided to cover his mouth with the back of his hand out of embarrassment. The noises that threaten to escape at any second have him acting extra shy, it seems.

Anaxagoras collects his thoughts, then gives you an answer. “I don't know… It's not like anyone has ever tried to *ahem*… touch me like you did earlier.” He shifts slightly, clearly flustered, but you can detect the hint of scholarly curiosity in his voice. You exchange looks, and you ask for permission to experiment with this area too. Offering a promise to be even more gentle, if that's what he wants.

He says nothing, only grasping your wrist again and bringing your touch back to his chest whilst maintaining an expectant look. The sensations are much the same: cold, damp, and gooey once you actually penetrate the space.

You use your pointer finger at first, easing Anaxa into the situation once again. His whines fill the room, and he squirms around without thinking. “Easy now — does this feel good too?” your gentle tone makes Anaxa feel comfortably lightheaded — like he's floating through warm water in the sunlight. He can only muster a weak nod of his head, but it's good enough for you.

The cosmic space ripples like liquid with your every move, though you're unsure if you can say that it's truly "liquid". Even as it moves, it still seems solid. The knowledge-seeking part of your brain poses all sorts of questions and hypotheses: How does this space even work? Is it an actual opening to the inside of his body; does it feel like I'm sticking my fingers into his chest, or a more pleasurable hole? Am I going to accidentally poke his heart or lungs? Does it work more like a pocket dimension where my fingers aren't technically inside of him? Was it safe for him to lick that blue goo off of my fingers? Is it some kind of blue cum? Does his chest hole have a prostate or something? Can I safely put my dick in his eye hole? Can I safely put it in his chest? That would be weird, right? How many people can say that they get to fuck their partner's chest pussy?

“AaaAaAAhHHhhHnN–” Your deep introspection is interrupted by Anaxagoras moaning loudly and suddenly. At first, you're worried that you somehow hurt him, but that thought is quickly discarded when he starts clawing at the sheets and grinding his hips against yours. “hAAaaH– Yes! Do that again…please!”

While lost in your thoughts, you inadvertently find the spot that you'd been searching for. The part of him that you can lightly press on and immediately send your partner straight to heaven.

The fresh tears streaming down your boyfriend's cheek only serve to make him more beautiful in this moment. You almost find yourself lost staring at his face as his expression twists wildly, punctuated by more moans and cries of your name. His cries become even more frantic when you stop moving your finger, too lost in your daze to realize that you're barely fingering him at all.

It takes a few shouts of your name to finally snap you out of it, and your partner is none too pleased that you stopped touching him the way he needs. “Did I say stop?!” Anaxagoras bites, furrowing his brow as he looks up at you through wet lashes.

“Oh, sorry, sweetheart. That pretty face of yours must have put me in a trance.” Your teasing is unappreciated, only earning you a harsh glare and a huff from Anaxa. Both of which cease when you get back to gliding your finger in and out of his chest hole. Deciding to test the waters a little more, you add a second finger, just as you did with the matching mark under his eye patch.

That added digit has the exact effect you wanted it to have, causing your partner to squeal and throw his head back. Then, you curl your fingers, and the motion instantly causes Anaxa's eye to roll into the back of his head. It has an obvious effect between his legs as well, feeling the hard bulge rubbing against yours with every slight movement of Anaxa's hips.

Just the same as before, this hole begins to overflow with that blue liquid. It squelches loudly, following every thrust of your fingers with a distinct schlik schlik schlik noise. You're knuckle-deep inside this space, scissoring your digits as if you're trying to prepare Anaxagoras for something bigger… (would that even fit?!)

You try to hit that special spot repeatedly, sending your boyfriend into a hysterical frenzy of tossing his head back and forth and whimpering like a virgin. “Are you gonna cum again, love? Do you like when I touch you like this?” you prod, using the hand that previously held onto his hip to squeeze Anaxa's ass.

As you pick up the pace, his voice becomes your favorite song — a symphony of high-pitched moans, beautifully articulated and precious, interlaced with his cries of “faster!”. And at the peak of it all, you exclaim; “Cum for me, love! There ya go, good boy~”

With one final cry of ecstasy, Anaxa creams his pants for the second time today, letting himself moan without restraint as ropes of cum stain the inside of his underwear. His chest cavity takes every quick thrust as you finger it through his orgasm, oozing even more of that blue liquid.

You remove your fingers and observe the gooey substance again, the way it drips down slowly, making its way down to the base of your fingers, and stretches without breaking when you spread them apart. You press your fingers against Anaxa's parted lips and he sucks on them without making a fuss. Even as he lay breathless and on the verge of dozing off, your partner is kind enough to once again clean your fingers.

“Feeling ok?” you ask sweetly. Anaxagoras tiredly nods his head, humming as his tongue laps at his own blue fluid attached to your skin. You lean down to press a kiss against his temple, hugging him as you press your bodies together, then exhale a shaky breath of exhaustion. You'll prepare to clean yourselves up in a bit. But for now, you want to enjoy the afterglow of your little adventure in peace.

[konoharfts]

Look Alive Sunshine ~

New Bulletproof Hearts AU lore just dropped

Here, have Kakashi and Genma’s character intros and thumbnail designs and notes for 6 out of the main 7!!! (I’ve already posted Anko ;) )

(If this is the first Bulletproof Hearts AU post you’re seeing, for context this is my Danger Days inspired AU featuring the tokujo squad and also Kakashi :) )

And now for the official intro:

In the fallout following the Resource Wars , and shortly after we lost Kiri to the waves, the Senju company in collaboration with the Red Fan company establish Neo-Konoha, the new capitol of the remnants of the Land of Fire. A shiny new city free from the troubles of post-war faction life, and the dizzying desert heat.

Here in the city everything runs on chakra energy. No more nuclear or fossil fuels, that’s for the old-world now. By tapping into the “dragon veins” flowing through the earth chakra can be cultivated and converted into the fuel that powers all of Neo-Konoha’s beloved bright lights, hover-cars, gadgets, and gizmos. It’s even opened up the doorway to cybernetics and body-modification. With chakra being an energy source that resonates with life it’s never been easier to merge man and tech. Now, many new companies wanting to make their mark on chakra-tech industries have sprouted up, and Chakra City (Neo-Konoha) is very kind to those wanting to contribute to the expansion of the city, and the growth of the economy.

The city is split into three main branches. The tall buildings and neon lights of the inner-city, the seedy bars and backroom deals of the under-city, and the plastic smiles and white picket fences of the residential district. Everything inside the city walls is labeled as Neo-Konoha, and everything outside in the wide open desert plains is labeled as the Outer-Ring, where many live in the little non-radiated pockets of barely habitable land. Made barely habitable thanks to the over mining of chakra, causing the land to be drained of its vitality. Life in the O.R is rough, it’s a lawless wasteland filled with criminals, thugs, and the kindest and realest people you’ll ever meet. It’s the home of all of those who don’t belong inside the city walls. Those who were cast out, or those who chose to leave, and those who had no choice but to be born.

After the tragic death of chairman Minato Namikaze the Golden Era of Neo-Konoha has been replaced my Sarutobi Hiruzen’s age of radio silence, aided by president of ROOT Danzo Shimra who’s company specializes in keeping the people “in line”. A powerful regime threatened only by a newly established pack of desert rats out in the Outer-Ring consisting of two of Minato’s former bodyguards, the previous head of the intelligence division, a woman who’s more machine than human, a sickly smuggler, and more recently a once-double agent turned pink hearted. These anarchists call themselves Wildfire.

Operating out of an abandoned gas station from back in the old era of gas powered vehicles Wildfire’s unofficial leader Genma Shiranui runs a 24h radio station - titled S.E.N.B.O.N radio - where you can tune in to all of the greatest punk-rock hits AND get all the information you need regarding the movement of Neo-Konoha’s exterminators, soldiers, and SCARECROWs out in the O.R. How to best avoid them, and how to best blast ‘em to one of the four respectable levels of dead without sending yourself sky high with ‘em. Unintentionally Shiranui becomes somewhat of a guardian angel for the people struggling against the chains of oppression out in the wastes. What was once a station created to provide some musical escape with just a sprinkling of survival tricks turned into the stage in which the revolution is set.

In that same gas station that’s home to such an iconic station are all of the other main members of Wildfire. We’ve got Anko Mitarashi, who has a mechanic shop where she can do just about anything given the proper materials. Anything from mods to prosthetics, vehicle repair and customization, making whole new gadgets, and making cyber-cycles from scratch. Meanwhile, when he’s not out on an assignment Raidō Namiashi’s running the “convenience store” that’s really just a front for the whole fence thing they’re running. Ibiki Morino is used as the group’s ‘intimidation and muscle’ but when he’s not scaring Konoha dogs shitless he’s slaving over his pride and joy, a car that’s more modifications than car. Hayate Gekkō manages their connections to the smuggling routes and also makes it his life mission to act like the station’s cat. Agent Yūgao Uzuki, former SCARECROW assigned to take down the rebels, turned double agent, turned Wildfire loyalist tries to take charge of planning as much as she can. After witnessing the state of the leadership in the revolt rocking konoha she’s flabbergasted they accomplished as much as they did.

On the side of Neo-Konoha Kakashi Hatake, Mad Dog, agent #07, and Hiruzen’s top SCARECROW, is assigned to take Wildfire down. The group consisting of his old comrades and friends, before they turned traitor. With his soldier prowess and the use of the advanced AI program ‘B2’, created by Obito uchiha, Kakashi is the only individual able to stand against Wildfire, the question is, does his loyalty to Neo-Konoha and his trust in “Obito” outweigh the ache he feels. The niggling feeling that there’s something very wrong, something he’s missing.

This is not a tale about heroes. This is not a tale about glory. This is a tale about people. People living, and people dying, and people clawing their way through life, and people snapping at the hand that tightens the leash. There is no victor, there is no clean cut, just what is left when the fire burns through. The embers that sparked the Wildfire are doomed to fizzle out and die in the infancy of the flame. But as long as you stick around to witness the trees burn, they cannot claim it hadn’t happened at all. When a tree falls in a forest, tune in to the sound. Because remember, they can’t control you if you don’t give in to the silence.

Orrrrr

The tokujo gang fight against the oppressive fascist regime of Neo-Konoha while spreading chaos through the wastes and making Kakashi’s life way harder :)

So yeah, I hope that makes sense T~T it’s so late at night when I’m writing this I fear I may be too cryptic…. BUT PLEASE TELL ME YOU GET THE VISION!!

If anyone is interested in more lore feel free to ask anything <<33 I’m going to try and post some mini comics and blurbs for this AU often-ish (for art practice and also I want to push my brainworms onto y’all) so stay tuned?

Alright I think that’s enough yapping (for now ;) ) if anyone read all of that I shall give you one (1) soft little forehead kith :) 😙💋

Okay byeeee~~~

[a-d-nox]

astro hypothesis: what i would dress you as for halloween

remember when i was like what about dressing for the occasion? we are again grabbing your venus persona and take a look at the chart. instead of houses though we are looking at neptune because it represents disguises, costumes, fantasies, etc. all those fun things that go into picking a costume. if you wanna kick things up a notch you can always look at your current venus return's neptune for new ideas!

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4h neptune

childhood favorites: dress as characters from beloved childhood movies/stories like peter pan, ms. frizzle, red riding hood, goldilocks, sleeping beauty, thing 1 & thing 2, etc. this appeals to the 4h's strong sense of nostalgia and comfort found in childhood memories.

fortune teller or mystic: could symbolize a person connected to hidden family knowledge or ancestral wisdom.

ghost: spectral figure from a different era, representing family ancestors or a past life, perhaps dressed in vintage or historical clothing.

home-related characters: think of characters associated with houses - mrs. doubtfire, miyazaki’s totoro, mary poppins, home alone's kevin mccallister, coraline's other mother, etc.

matriarchs and/or patriarchs: frigg (goddess of home and motherhood) in particular encapsulates the vibe. your partner can dress as odin too! i feel like 4h, 7h, and 11h neptune people really enjoy group costumes. in this case it would be a family themed costume - like morticia and gomez addams!

vintage or retro family member: dress as a 1950s housewife, victorian-era ancestor, or a hippie parent from the ‘70s. bring a familial figure from the past into the present.

4°, 16°, 28° neptune

guardian angel: they have an otherworldly essence. they might wear soft, flowing robes, or maybe go the realistic angel route!

moon goddess or lunar spirit: this person could embody a moon deity or lunar spirit, with silvery, shimmering fabrics and a mystical glow/glitter.

mother nature: nurturing, maternal figure representing the earth and life, with flowing garments adorned with natural elements like flowers, leaves, and vines.

aquarius neptune

alien or space traveler: i get that a generation of people have this placement but i think it is so underused? think futuristic concepts and outer space... like guys dune served looks...

cyberpunk or futuristic figure: transport the people to dystopian world, combine technology and imagination.

neptune trine asc

chameleon: reflecting the adaptable nature of neptune trine asc. or incorporating multiple personas or styles into one costume to be eclectic like a human chameleon.

fairy or nature spirit: something flowing, delicate wings and soft, shimmering fabrics. they could incorporate natural elements like flowers, leaves, or vines...

mermaid: a mermaid or an ocean goddess like amphitrite could be adorned with seashells, pearls, and iridescent fabrics to evoke the sea’s magical allure.

neptune trine jupiter

fantasy character or hero: they might be inspired to dress as a fantasy hero, someone on a great quest, like a knight of the round table, a lord of the rings character, or a game of thrones character.

goddess or god of wisdom: dress as a figure like athena or odin, they embody themes of wisdom, expansion, and idealism. think flowing robes, celestial symbols, and regal accessories like a crown or staff could add to the grandeur of the costume.

tarot or oracle card: dress as the card that resonates with you most maybe if you got with two other friends you can be the 3 of cups all night long. or maybe its a solo character you wish to emulate like the justice card...

wizard or magician: it a classic - wizard costumes would align with the expansive, mystical energy of this aspect. they could wear flowing robes, a pointed hat, and carry a magical staff or book of spells.

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[raintailed]

Gourm my beloved!!! the silly!!

Their name is Pumpkin and their design is based on Outer Expanse, breadbugs, etc

edit: forgot to color the lines for the teeth

Notes transcript below the cut!

Notes transcript:

Left Side

whiskers are optional

relatively small paws

flowers are mementos from home

chunky tail!

scar on right cheek

short-ish muzzle

Middle

chin line

long claws

flowers can still close!

flower number & positions can vary, but there are usually some in mane & tail

Right Side

HUGE dewlap!!

back pattern

[rwtimejuncture]

Rained World Rascals - About the Slugcats

So, I figured since I've seen one or two AU's do this by now, I should toss my hat in the ring and show off what I've got. I've got a little bit of time to kill before I sleep, so I'm gonna write about my beloved little alternate-universe slugcats here.

ALL INFO UNDER THE CUT

(All slugcats use they/any)

SURVIVOR

Age upon arrival: 19 moons

Known as "Viv" only to their closest friends, Survivor is a painfully average slugcat, even average to ENOT. And NOBODY is average to ENOT. Assertive and opinionated, even when they don't intend to be, Survivor is nothing short of a very natural slugcat. Even in their own biological family, they're the most average one. Despite their brutal honesty, Survivor still strives to protect those who are close to them, especially their younger sibling Monk, and their auncle/guardian, a 67 moon-old Gourmand.

Living in a grand tree in Outer Expanse, Survivor grew up with a grand and expansive family. After a tragic incident deep in the expanse led to young Survivor and Monk being orphaned, old Gourmand took them in as their own. Despite having everything they needed, Survivor still felt it a major responsibility to be there for their younger sibling, even when the going got rough for everyone. In a twist of fate involving an attempt to conquer their fear of heights, Survivor plummeted into a pipe which led to an unknown area beyond the retaining wall, after which they ran into Hunter.

MONK

Age upon arrival: 13 moons

As the youngest of the bunch, Monk is a youthful and spritely spirit who savors the world around them. Against all odds, Monk always finds a way to appreciate the world around them, be it a Squidcada or a Red Lizard. They're so intensely appreciative of the world around them that it's not uncommon for them to have made a new wildlife friend when they're out and about. Despite them being a friendly and social person normally, however, they tend to bottle up their emotions to an unhealthy degree, becoming cold and even volatile when provoked about emotionally difficult subjects. They take it upon themselves to never show emotions and be strong, just like their older sibling was when they were younger. They show a great resolve and work as hard as they can every day to contribute to their group.

Monk had to cope with the loss of their parents at a much younger age than Survivor, which led to them walking in their stride of not showing much emotion in difficult moments. Monk's version of this was pushing away those who cared about them and seeking quiet, lonely places to not be seen crying. Regardless, they still grew up moderately happy with love and support from Gourmand. The real damage came when they thought they had lost their sibling to the massive gaping hole that was the pipe. Late at night, after overhearing a conversation between the colony elders including Gourmand about potentially surviving a fall into the pipe, Monk raced out on their own and jumped in after their sibling. They sustained a black eye, but they survived and ran into a strange, younger version of Gourmand in the Outskirts.

HUNTER

Age upon arrival: 27 moons

Hunter is a lively, spritely person, always looking to have fun and enjoy life. They're also a greatly skilled and acclaimed fighter, always discovering new and creative ways to deal with opponents. Out of the whole gang, they are the most childish, petty, and hot-headed. They're prone to angry outbursts, but they're rarely ever actually fueled by anger--more so by passion than anything. Their humor is rarely mean-spirited, though it can reach a paramount of genuinely dubious intent. It's never malicious though, and is certainly a facade for a deeper, darker existential dread that they refuse to put upon anyone else, lest they try to help...

Hunter seldom talks about their past, but they do volunteer the fact that they were one of the few in the group raised, partially or wholly, by an Iterator. Given NSH's temperament, however, "raised" is a generous term. "Crashed with" is more appropriate. While NSH did indeed raise Hunter, they treated them less like one of their own progeny and more like a roommate. But in the end, NSH was still there for them, even in their darkest moments. But still, nothing could save them from what was yet to come. When time was finally reaching its end, Hunter decided to use what little power they had to commit a noble act. At least, that's how it was supposed to go...

GOURMAND

Age upon arrival: 34 moons

Gourmand is a champion of relaxation. Tied tighter to the material plane than any other member of the group, Gourmand takes great pleasure in finding new ways to enjoy their existence. Whether it be a new food or a new sunbeam to lie in, they always find ways to indulge in the new whilst also appreciating the old, and they take even greater pleasure in sharing these experiences with anyone willing to engage in them. They rarely ever raise their voice or get angry, only getting sad or disappointed. They are still honor-bound to defending those they care about, and have the ability to do so. They are not as skilled of a fighter as the other two leaders of the pack, but they still earn their mainstay as a strong and unyielding defender of the group.

Gourmand's past is possibly the most normal one out of everyone in the pack. When they were younger, they were an explorer, searching out places beyond their own expanse to widen their worldview. They found themselves mostly alone for their whole life, helping guide the occasional slugpup to a safe and bountiful location for them to sustain themselves. But just when they were headed home, thinking they had seen everything there is to see in this world, one strange step in Outskirts had them waking up in Shaded Citadel. Continuing mostly unfazed back in the direction they were headed, they eventually ran into another slugpup--a small, yellow one. But unexpectedly, this one seemed to know their name.

ARTIFICER

Age upon arrival: 38 moons

On the other far end of the age spectrum, Artificer is a much more jaded, violence-oriented, earthbound spirit. They're abrasive, rash, quick to annoyance and anger, and truly assert their dominance as a leader of the pack. To say a soft center lies at their heart would be a cruel lie--their soft center is guarded by numerous layers of rock-hard trauma and moons of horrors. Despite all of this, it's still not wrong to say there is one. It's just that... well, it's easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle. And much like a camel passing through the eye of a needle, you need to play your cards right. Someone succeeded, after all. Their outward attitude may be cold and quiet at best, but their desire to keep what is sacred to them safe is unmatched. They will go to great lengths to protect those they consider to be important to them, using their strange combustion-controlling powers to assure that no foe lays a finger on whatever they hold dear.

Artificer is highly cagey about their past. It's all so traumatic to them that they'd rather not remember a second of their life from moon ages 20 to 31. But the evidence they left behind is still there--a new despotic ruler of the scavengers on top of the superstructure without a drop of royal blood in them, a building missing from the metropolis, the strangely large shelter hidden in Outskirts with evidence of numerous slugcats having lived there once, the occasional mutter of their "apprentices" that they always seem to emphasize in such a way that indicates they caught themselves from saying something else, their "ex"... it all fits together, like pieces of a puzzle piece. But lest their redemption in a moral sense be of any concern to you, they'd do everything they could to keep you from finding out.

RIVULET

Age upon arrival: 25 moons

Rivulet is a strange character, simply put. They're dormant for most of the day, sleeping for longer periods of time than anyone else. But when they're awake, their agility and speed are second to absolutely none. Their speed is comically fast, and they can stay underwater for longer than anyone else. They're also highly intelligent, knowing how to work with Ancient-level technology and how to fix Iterators, a talent that landed them the role of pack nurse. Despite living life in the fast lane, they still appreciate the moments when they get to relax and be immature for once. Monk is a good friend to them and enjoys getting to play games and small sports with them. Their inner child truly gets to shine through, and to them it's a much needed break from the constant maturity life demands from them.

Rivulet comes from far, far away, descended from lands still yet to be discovered to most lifeforms on Five Pebbles' side of the world. Their upbringing was natural, with their bodily modifications appearing over hundreds of thousands of moons of evolution. When they came across the Retaining Wall, the rains were harsh and frequent, which led to their slumberful sleeping schedule. With their experience, aiding the surrounding Iterators was no difficult task, with their abnormally high capacity for speed and their gathered intelligence from their experiences across the world. The hardest part was what happened afterward, as they travelled into Outskirts and took one wrong step...

SPEARMASTER

Age upon arrival: 29 moons

Spearmaster, the self-proclaimed master of spears, is... a genetic nightmare, to say the least. Without a mouth, their speech is muffled and they often have to resort to slugsign to make their voice truly heard. Fortunately, Artificer knows pre-collapse era slugsign the best, and can account for this difficulty. While the objectively disgusting ability to excrete bone-like spears out of their tail is an interesting hallmark of their character, they make up for this weird factor of themselves by being an all around pleasant person to be around. They're a good listener, and they make sure that everyone gets what they need. They offer support when anyone needs it, and they make sure that not a soul goes unhealed, alongside their compatriot Rivulet. They're also insanely physically strong despite their gangly stature, using the incredible autonomy over their body to enter hysterical strength mode at will. These valuable qualities enable them to be the third leader of the pack.

A dutiful soldier, Spearmaster was the seventh in a line of genetically-weaponized slugcats who functioned as expert messengers. In a time where communication was severely limited due to a certain Iterator's desperation, Spearmaster helped deliver a message to the culprit, earning a now barely-visible scar on their chest, thanks to their abnormally quick healing ability. Even though the mission didn't go as planned, they still chose to see it through to the end, determined to be the messenger they were always meant to be. However, as they completed their mission and were on their way home, they found themself in a place they didn't quite recognize. It was certainly somewhere they had been before, but everything looked... different. After a run in with a strange, angry maroon slugcat, they looked off in the direction of their former mission goal only to see that there was one less Iterator than usual.

SAINT

Age upon arrival: 22 moons, but... it's complicated.

One of the most enigmatic slugcats of all, Saint is an omen of cycles and moons yet to come. Their speech is often very verbose and elongated, asserting themselves as a rather intelligent slugcat, maybe more so than even Rivulet. They seldom show emotion, and are barely ever seen opening their eyes, only doing so when using one or more of their wide array of powers. The only special powers they have consistent access to are flight, ascension, and teleportation. The powers which remain outside of their control, though, are plentiful, and include but are not limited to powers such as telekinesis, time control, gravity control, and karma manipulation. The names of the regions they use are strange and don't make sense to any of the other slugcats, expressing great shock that "Silent Construct" doesn't seem to exist as they know it.

Saint's past is one shrouded in mystery, but it's no greater mystery to anyone but Saint themself. They can't recall ever being a pup, nor anything about their life since the loop began. They do, however, recognize every other slugcat from images recorded by an old blue robot's overseers. They especially liked the white one and the dark one covered with blue and orange spots. However, after being trapped in the loop for so long that they not only went completely insane, but then became sane again after becoming bored of being insane, they were hoping, praying, wishing that something, anything would be different on one of their loops. It was not a great prospect, but it was the only thing they had left in their life anymore. They were a broken, mentally-scarred, omniscient anomaly who was unable to die. The least they could've hoped for was a change. And to their credit, after billions of loops, leaving them mentally millions of moons older than any other living thing, a fateful trip through Suburban Drifts would leave them waking up in the warm, wet lands of Sky Islands. Out of all the slugcats who "arrived," Saint was the only one to react to the world around them with tears of joy. Something was finally different. Something was new around them. Something was unfamiliar. And just like that, they had a reason to live again.

ENOT I. SOFANTHIEL

Age upon arrival: 21 moons

In a pack full of anomalies, ENOT is weirder than the others by miles. Covered with brightly-colored spots and donning a pair of thick eyelashes, ENOT is a peculiar-appearing slugcat. But the strangeness doesn't end there. ENOT suffers from hallucinations due to a chemical in their blood acting as a hallucinogen, which presumably was given to them as a defense mechanism against predators. But when they're not being attacked, they're forced to wade through landscapes of nacho cheese and rainbow pipes, while having to take refuge in a shelter full of demons and monsters, the most terrifying of which being a pup-shaped and pup-sized black mass with a red face. Fortunately, this little nightmare's older sibling Survivor is far more attractive. ENOT has a tendency to be consistently flirtatious with their colleagues, vainly hoping to form romantic connections. They don't seem to be aware they're doing it, however, and are even more effective as a romantic being when they're simply being genuine. It is very odd that they seem to be unaware that they're flirting, though. Very weird. What's even weirder is that the period they come from on the timeline is completely unplaceable, whether that be due to their unreliable testimonies on account of their hallucinations, or something else...

????

Nothing makes sense.

NIGHT

Who is "Night?" Why, nothing more than a slugpup's cautionary tale. Right? Surely, the story of a rogue, zombified slugcat who sits outside of the cycle and steals any slugcats' arms for the karma symbols stuck on them in a vain attempt to re-enter the cycle is nothing more than a tall tale written to scare young slugpups into sticking with the pack and going to sleep on time, right? Yeah. That's all it is. Nothing more than a tall tale. Nothing more than a spooky campfire story. Nothing more, nothing less.

Of course, that doesn't stop anyone from being afraid. Some even say that in the dark of the night or the rain-filled clouds, they can spot something moving. Nothing like a lizard, or a lost scavenger. Nothing like anything they've ever seen before. A pair of eyes, maybe a glint of teeth or two. Nothing confirmed, but it's troubling to say the least. Still, nothing but a rumor, right?

...hey, anyone else see that?

[staryskullz]

Meet The Scugs!

I dunno if I will ever make this a whole series/au thing, I am working on another big Rainworld related project that takes up alot of my time. But I do wanna post lil drawings n comics. But for now here are the bio's n stuff for these guys. Just know some of the stories aren't exactly the same as the scugs in the game.. This is more of a scenario of "what if the Slugcats and other Rainworld creatures evolved into humanity and navigated the ruins of the world the ancients left behind? So, some of the lore from Rainworld may not apply or be changed to fit this narrative. Keep in mind these are also baseline character descriptions, as time goes on things may be subject to change or tweaked slightly! (and ofc there will be RW spoilers) with that said, Lets get started!

Artificer Age: 28 Pronouns: She/Her Occupation: Hunter/Gatherer Arti is one of the colony's hunter-gatherers, She was pretty much destined for the role due to her explosive powers. She has a tough exterior and is often blunt, which makes most intimidated by her. But deep down, she's caring and protective. She gets along really well with most of the other folks in the colony but is especially great friends with Gourmand, the colony leader. He helped support her through a low point in her life. There is one person she can't stand, Hunter. She's just too pretentious for her taste. Will they ever get along? who knows?

Gourmand Age: 40 Pronouns: he/him Occupation: Colony leader Gourmand is the beloved leader of the Colony in Outer Expanse. Sweet, caring, and kind. A father of two and an excellent cook. He is a natural-born leader. He adores his community and would do anything for them. Likewise, he makes sure that the Colony is safe and comfortable for every single member and is always willing to take in others if they need shelter. Of course, he isn't perfect. He doubts himself and works to the bone, often burning himself out. At the end of the day, his friends and family are always there to support him.

Hunter Age: 30 Pronouns: She/Her Occupation: Hunter Gatherer

Hunter is a sarcastic and smug slugcat, charming to most and pretentious to others (cough cough Artificer). Hunter is very talented at hunting and tracking, skilled with a spear, and knows how to survive even the toughest of situations. She developed rot tumors on her belly and hip. While not fatal, it has hindered her ability to survive solo, as she needs frequent breaks and rest to not completely tire herself out. She found Gourmands colony and was immediately accepted with open arms. Everything was going pretty well until she met Artificer. She still doesn't completely understand why she has a vendetta against her, hey! At least they can go on a hunt together without bickering the whole time, progress is progress!

Rivulet/Ruffles Age: 22 Pronouns: They/Them Occupation: Gourmand's Assistant Rivulet, (or called Ruffles by their friends) help's out Gourmand with the colony. Deliveries? Chores? Packing? Moving? Whatever it may be, Rivulet is on it speedily and quickly. They are also a fantastic swimmer. It's never a dull moment with them around, they'll always be there to cheer you up. While a great helper, sometimes they act before they think, being clumsy from time to time. Luckily they got the help of their friends if they ever encounter a sticky situation.

Spearmaster Age: 24 Pronouns: he/him Occupation: Armory/Tool making/Handyman Spearmaster's name is literal, a master of spears. He is very good at building things, a true craftsman. Spears is well-rounded and knowledgeable. He is generous and always helps the colony with building stuff and supplying all the farmers and fishers with tools. He can also fix lots of things in a pinch. Spearmaster is a bit odd, he has no mouth but can still talk. How does he eat? Well, he doesn't. he stabs things with his tail spears and gains nutrients from the things he stabs with them. He came to the colony out of nowhere. There is a rumor that he is from a superstructure far far away from the colony. Maybe he is a little peculiar but definitely cherished by all.

Saint Age: 36 Pronouns: he/him Occupation: Town Physician and Cleric/Mentor Saint is a wise one, a calm and gentle soul. He is very in touch with the cycle and knows the ways of the world. Not only does he help the sick and injured, but he also is there to guide and counsel those who need it. He is also good at being a mediator and solving problems. This means Artificer and Hunter keep him on his toes, but as with everything, he handles it with grace. No one really knows too much about Saint's upbringing or origin, he doesn't really talk about himself much at all. As for right now, he is teaching and mentoring Monk about Medicine and teaching her brother Survivor, Clergy.

Monk Age: 18 Pronouns: she/her Occupation: Saint's Pupil, learning medicine Monk is the youngest of them all, bashful and shy but a sweetie. She came to the colony with her older brother, Survivor. They got separated from their parents at a young age, and have stuck together ever since. Monk is still figuring herself out but for right now she's trying her best to take the role of physician in the future, helping the sick and injured is rewarding for her and something she is passionate about pursuing. Navigating adulthood is hard, but she is slowly learning and making a difference in her community.

Survivor Age: 21 Pronouns: he/him Occupation: Saints Pupil, learning Clergy Survivor is Monk's older brother, He has a head on his shoulders and is always willing to try his best. He has his flaws, he isn't the most socially aware person and is a bit stubborn. He never really got to socialize with other slugcats, he isn't sure if he will be a good cleric but he wants to try. Not only that, but he had to spend the majority of his life taking care of his little sister, being her main protector and caretaker. He never really grew up finding what he was good at or what he wanted in life. He just learned how to survive. He hopes that joining the colony would benefit him and his sister and being Saints pupil will point him in the right direction.

Enot/Inv Age: 24 Pronouns: They/He Occupation: Tailor/clothier There is so much to be said about Enot, but I'll give you the gist. Enot works as a tailor and helps make and sell clothes for the colony. They are a bit melodramatic and misguided and a hopeless romantic, commonly making a fool out of themselves. Even if they are awkward at times, they mean well and are always willing to take part in any festivities, always overdressing no matter the occasion.

Nightcat Age: 23 Pronouns: he/him Occupation: Carpenter Nightcat isn't much of a talker, blank-faced, and has almost nothing to say. Everyone knows he can build a perfect shelf or cabinet though. If you ever get to know him personally (which is rare) You will find that He is a straight-to-the-point, matter-of-fact type of guy. He doesn't have many friends, usually only talking to Spearmaster and occasionally Enot. Who knows, maybe he'll come out his shell.

[t00nyah]

another attempt at making a more visual map of my fanon!

a FINALLY comprehensible list and explanation of my fanon map under the cut!!! i'm very happy about finally making one :]

5P/LttM (known as Moondown in the future) the official area. characters who reside there: The Anemone (throughout many reincarnations), Lizard pack, Murk, Grasshopper's tribe, Abyss, Phantom, Unislug, Trouble's unnamed pup, Spark/The Energetic One (my red lizard oc i never put into my pinned,,,uh oh) in future version of this area, Moondown, there reside: Scruffy/Cosoo, Safiwi, Fovepo; and Yeek makes a journey through this area.

Outer Expanse just OE! this one includes some part of places further than Journey's End, but only some of them. this is where The Friend's colony resides, including Poppy and potentially The Troublemaker. The Prophets also are meant to be somewhere around this area during their story, but they come from an unidentified iterator.

(unnamed northern regions) specifically, one big region that i have already mentioned before. one that is foresty and leads to GTH. this is where The Chatter resides. i really should put more characters there.

Good Things Happen/Blooming Terrarium GTH is my iterator sona, who has a 'Blooming Terrarium' facility connected to them! this is where they keep slugcats, basically just watching them live in semi-comfort of BT. characters who reside there: [Silver Bells, Twenty Curses], The Pursuer, Lantern, Coal.

Frozen Wasteland a region even further to north, beyond GTH's superstructure and more, where ancients' influence is barely seen if seen at all. untouched lands, where only a few have made it to and adapted to its conditions. the region itself is big, and there are no gates except for two that lead both to connecting subregions that are still visibly a work of the creators. you can't find much machinery there, can't find pearls, it's all pure nature. shelters get replaced by non-mechanical simple critter-made shelters made for actual hibernation. while no characters currently reside there, Lantern is originally from its subregion.

Colossal Jungle Colossal Jungle, in future times, is a big jungle/rainforest-like area that serves as a continuation of OE. i don't have any particular thoughts on what it is in a more present moment, so it's work in progress. as Colossal Jungle, though, it serves as a home to many slugcats from Moondown. many, many days ago Yeek's ancestors have migrated to CJ, and slugcats from CJ have to make a tough journey back to their roots and beyond for self-realization as a religious tradition. the only slugcat from there is currently Yeek!

Eclipse of Sunrise/Celestial Magnificence consists of Celestial Magnificence, a few regions around her, including Celestial Gardens(a fabricated system of ecosystems), and Eclipse of Sunrise, another iterator built practically on top of her. characters who reside there: Eleven Stars Bringing Dawn, Three Pillars bathing in Sunshine, The Timejumper.

Deserted Faraway a result of the benefactors' irresponsibility. once a beautiful river, now a cavern with ruins of an iterator that dried it and collapsed in a tragic fate. characters who reside there: The Chromatic.

Frail Personal Savior an iterator lacking that much lore at this moment, but dearly beloved nonetheless. no-one else resides in that area.

(unnamed Flashdrive's iterator) an iterator who made Flashdrive, a slugcat-flashdrive(my riv-kinsona), to store 5P's consciousness! doesn't happen in canon timeline.

thank you if you've read this post and got interested in my fanon and ocs! :)

[daily-slugpup]

can you do a purple scugpup (a tundra pup, if you could) that is purple in outer expanse?

he is my beloved son Jarvis and he is very rare and very fun i miss him

(I’m not sure what the id for him is, didn’t have the mod at the time :[ )

Here's the pup! Hopefully he's a good purple color.

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 01/02/2024

Outertale

Season 6 Featured on: Transmission Archive ~ The SiIvaGunner All​-​Star Nuclear Winter Festival Collection

Ripped by Blookerstein

Unfortunately, I don't really have all too much time to write this post - but hey, that's in the spirit of the game its focused on, isn't it?

I'm a bit sad to say that I sort of missed the hype train on Outer Wilds, one of the most beloved indie games of the current day. I can't quite put my finger on why it didn't click for me, nor do I really care to find out - because that really isn't what this post, or what Outertale, is about. Because Outertale encapsulates so much genuine feeling to it, so much pure, unfiltered love, that it's enough to break someone who doesn't even have much attachment to Outer Wilds itself in two.

You could of course say that that's due to the other half of the rip - the Undertale leitmotif from the game of the same name, which is here arranged in that plucky, acoustic sound of the Outer Wilds' explorer tunes. That's certainly possible - I may not be Undertale's strongest soldier, but in no small part due thanks to SiIvaGunner itself, its music has wound up becoming something very nostalgic for me, and does evoke a lot of emotion no matter the context.

But no, what I believe makes Outertale work so well for me, and to thousands of others, is that sense of...community, it evokes. There are a lot of popular video games out there, and a lot of popular indie-made ones: Shovel Knight, Super Meat Boy, Cave Story, The Binding of Isaac, and of course Hollow Knight, a game Blookerstein ripped to excellent ability with The expanse of meme in past was split, A fiendish trap has now been set; Behind a tree the villains sit, Terror of sport, the Robbie's Net. Yet what I think binds Undertale and Outer Wilds together in my mind, is just how emotionally honest, open, and vulnerable they are, and how those feelings reflect back into its playerbase. In my mind, they're two of the only games I can think of that are enjoyed the world over with shockingly wide reach, yet manage to tell stories that feel ever-so-personal, like an emotional journey made just for you.

Blookerstein employs so many fun little quirks in the arranging here to make fun of all the various music-players to be found in Outer Wilds' vast galaxy, be it the whistling lead melody, the soothing banjo backing, the otherwise uncanny sound of the theremin carrying the song's scaled-back midpoint, before rejoining with the rest of the band, a rattling tambourine keeping pace all throughout, as harmonica plays the song out.

It's the purest essence of a campfire song, yet taken out from its original context within Outer Wilds...it feels as if the campers in question are us, the viewers, pouring our hearts out with each other as company. Uploaded on Christmas Eve in the middle of the Nuclear Winter Festival, an event already dealing with themes of loss, regret, and moving on to a brighter tomorrow, Outertale couldn't have come at a better time, and the emotional attachment I lacked from Outer Wilds has now been made up for a thousandfold with emotional attachment to the end of Season 6.

Though the SiIvaGunner AI may have bid us farewell, and its world left to an uncertain fate, the times we in the SiIva community had across those years are never going to be forgotten. With one world ended and a new one about to begin, we still remain.

[scugbox]

artificer pastel doodle to keep this account alive GO!! HUZZZAH!

im still grinding rain world as often as i canj but holy shit (experiences/opinions so far described in excessive detail below warning)

i think gourmand set my standards too high for other campaigns, they're literally perfect i love them with my entire heart they've been a blast to play through. i forced myself to not complete the food quest on my first run even though i was accidentally quite close just so i had a reason to replay them. chef's kiss gourmand my beloved.

artificer despite a rough start and the fact that it made me go through both shaded and underhang also ended up really fun. i love exploding the shit out of everything and the double jump is so satisfying. the vibes of metropolis are also immaculate, although not as good as outer expanse id say. scav king's a total pushover too killing them with their own spears was beyond funny. it has me curious about the waterfront facility and arti's ascension ending so i do also want to go back.

and then there's rivulet. fuck there's rivulet. i haven't finished it yet but man. man fuck that guy. so far at least. i mean i hope late game is more interesting but so far im stuck in chimney canopy, 3 shelter failures in and im losing my GODDAMN MIND.

anyway if you actually read all that then uhhh make yourself a nice little tasty sandwich or somethin n have a nice evenmorndaight

[primordialsoundmeditation]

🌕 Happy Full Moon & Wesak blessings beloveds 💛

Time to Reflect & Release!

Today, we are graced with the Full Moon in Sagittarius, a powerful cosmic event that encourages reflection and release.

This Full Moon invites us to let go of self-sabotaging behaviours and embrace growth and adventure. It’s a time to tune into our desires and consider what we need to release in order to move forward in life.

🌕 MY TOP TIPS TO HELP YOU HARNESS THE TRANSFORMATIVE ENERGY OF THIS FULL MOON FOR THE NEXT 3 DAYS 🌕

1. I invite you to join me in a quick meditation:

Find a comfortable space, close your eyes, and visualize the Full Moon's radiant light shining down upon you. With each breath, draw in the Moon's energy and feel it illuminating you inside and out. On the outer breath, release any tension or negativity. Do this as many times as you wish, then set an intention for growth and expansion, allow the superluminal light of the Full Moon to amplify your intentions, your inner wisdom and guide you towards your highest purpose aligned with your Soul's deepest desires. Feel yourself glowing and expanded, healthy and well, ready to embrace the NEW! ✨

2. Reflect and Release: Take time to reflect on areas of your life where you may be holding onto self-limiting beliefs or habits. Use the energy of the Full Moon to release any self-sabotaging behaviours and patterns that no longer serve your highest good. Journalling can be helpful tools for identifying and letting go of what no longer aligns with your growth and expansion.

3. Embrace Growth and Adventure: Sagittarius is the sign of the visionary and the traveler, encouraging us to expand our horizons and seek adventure. Allow yourself to step out of your comfort zone and explore new experiences and opportunities for growth. Embracing the spirit of adventure can lead to profound personal growth and transformation.

4. Set Intentions for Manifestation: Harness the potent energy of the Full Moon to set powerful intentions for the future. Take some time to connect with your deepest desires and visualize the life you wish to create. By aligning your intentions with the energy of the Full Moon, you can amplify your manifestations and bring your dreams into reality.

Always remember that you are free to express yourself authentically, embracing your true essence and sharing your unique gifts with the world. Let's embrace the adventure and possibilities that the Full Moon in Sagittarius brings, allowing the expansion of love under the blessing of the Full Moon to guide us on our journey.

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Together we RISE!

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[spotsupstuff]

Where do you think vultures go when they catch you? Do they have nests?

I imagine a vulture nest is made of pieces of scrap metal and covered with bones.

I doubt vultures can reproduce but the idea of being carried back to a horde of terrifying vulture chicks is not a fun one.

probably nests, yeah. or some kind of higher up place where they can gobble the catch up without any worry

if they have nests they would prolly be like a mix of materials according to the habitat! outer expanse vulture nests would have foliage, branches and such in it as well. they'd want to make the nests comfy if they are meant to sleep in em. but i also feel like some just settle wherever the rain won't get them like even an edge of a stony cliff and take a nappy there

i Do think vultures can reproduce cuz how else would their numbers not dwindle drastically over the ages, yanno- i don't think there's like. an iterator making it their life mission to just keep pumpin out vultures GKJSDLKCMSDLKMKLCSD FUCK that's fuckin funny tho oh no

anyway little horror vulture chicks my beloveds <3 wasn't there some kind of vulture life cycle post circling somewhere, that one was neat n i quite liked it. the idea that they do indeed come from the vulture grubs and have camo eggs on the ground slaps hard as hell