#rain world fanfic

[onionatheart]

This is how MA(A)S Hunter and Saint would interact. Saint knows everything, and Hunter knows nothing.

[tsunochizu]

My beloved au, simulation shenanigans, finally got written.

I was thinking about it for months. I bet the discord server channel is a year old as well already.

Well, now its finally here!

A quick summary:

Its basically iterators playing around in virtual reality. They connected their puppets to a VR world, and are having fun playing games, and existing in fun settings that would never happen normally, that require no explaination other than "someone made an island survival map so now they are surviving on an island until they get bored"

Basically all the freedom with all the realism, having fun here :D

[secretlyscraptrap]

arti art to lure you into reading a bit of fanfic i wrote >:)

tw for: death, violence, gore, usual arti stuff. Also its very long :< also i forgot about arti's jump explosion

If you enjoyed it then maybe consider reblogging? ,:)

The first thing the slugcat awoke to was blood.

Blood was pooled onto the earth around them, slowly seeping into the ground, staining it red and black. Some of the red fluid trickled into the nearby pool, staining it and dying it crimson.

There was blood in their mouth too, and in their eyes. Blood coated their paws and their tail, their ears and their muzzle. They were vaguely aware of a massive wound on their face, neck and shoulder. They just barely managed to heave themself off the ground. All their muscles and limbs hurt.

What had happened?

It was a blur.

Creatures, with too-long arms and too-short legs, with hunched spines, with sharp claws and rigid horns, with eyes that showed everything they were thinking - what the slugcat had seen them thinking, it was pure malice. The creatures had been chasing them with spears and bombs. Demanding back what had been stolen. The slugcat had nearly made it, halfway across a fateful jump, but was intercepted by a flash of noise and light and heat. And of pain.

What had been stolen?

A pearl. Just a small, pale globe, nothing unique or special about it. It looked like any other pearl under the sun. It could’ve been easily replaced with another pearl in secret and no-one would be any wiser.

Who had stolen it?

The clarity hit her like a wave, slamming her off her feet and plunging her into grief. Her breath caught in her throat and she nearly collapsed again.

Her pups.

One of them had stolen the pearl.

He took it when she had her back to him.

She’d seen him, holding out the pearl with his tiny paws, holding the pearl out to her with a look of pride and joy in his eyes. A gift for his mother. 

She’d told him to not touch anything when they went through the scavenger camp. They would be hunted down and ripped apart like rats if they were.

He hadn’t listened.

The scavengers had gotten him first.

Her head was spinning and her brain was aching in her skull.

What had happened to her other pup?

She’d been holding her as she’d made the desperate last jump. She couldn’t remember anything after the explosion that had knocked her off course.

She looked to the water, barely registering the way her blood tainted the murky depths. She tried to remember but couldn’t.

Then she noticed something lurking in the water. A swarm of leeches. Fat red ones.

She knew where her other pup had gone.

A great distance away, back at the scavenger camp, they heard the dismal song of grief echoing into the camp, the caterwauls of a heartbroken mother.

In the scavengers’ chit-chattery language, one of them said, “Something survived?”

“The mother, surely,” a second scavenger responded. “I saw the pup fall into the water. Nothing that small could escape those leeches.”

“Nor could a pup screech that loudly,” a third added.

A fourth scavenger lifted its spear. “We should go back and kill it,” it said in a raspy croon.

The second scavenger shook his head. “Let her be. We have our pearl back. In the state we left her, she won’t survive long.”

Nobody questioned the orders, but a look of doubt fell upon a fifth scavenger’s face. Scavengers were not known for helping other species, but this one had empathy for anything in pain.

She pulled the second scavenger to the side and said, “I want to help her. Please let me.”

“No. She would not want our help after what happened to the pups.”

He was saddened by how downcast she looked. She nodded and walked off.

Truthfully, the second scavenger was also dismayed. When it had been learnt that a pearl was missing, he had sent a patrol after her. Yes, they had taken spears, but scavengers were skittish and terrified of everything that moved, and they had to be, in order to survive.

He had not expected them to take bombs and explosive spears from the treasury, to deal with a lone slugcat and her two children. It had been overkill, nothing else. Yes, they’d gotten the pearl back, but it was at the cost of two small lives and the grief of a mother that was surely dying now too.

He would see that punishment befell the individuals responsible for the deaths, but he would not punish them for killing the pups. He would charge them for wasting valuable items on “less-than-significant threats”, or something.

He sighed. He despised his species sometimes. But there was nothing he could do about it.

A day or so later, the red slugcat managed to find a shelter to hide in. She’d expected to die during the night - possibly from wounds, possibly from grief - but she made it to the morning. She managed to drag herself out of the den and limped onwards.

The flesh and skin of her left face and shoulder felt like it had been scraped away with a rock. She knew she had internal bleeding, and that several bones were cracked and broken, but she did not know how to treat them. She didn’t care, anyways. So what if her body was healthy or broken? Her pups were gone.

She could’ve killed herself, jumped into the water and let her body be ripped apart by leeches. Her pups would’ve been back the next cycle. They could’ve been together again.

But she despised the cycle. The few times she had died, she was left feeling graceless and confused. She flinched and cringed for wounds that simply weren’t there. She hated the way her body was sleek and healthy while her mind was barely dragging itself along.

She didn’t know if she had had the strength to end the cycle and be reunited.

It was selfish, she knew. She should’ve saved her pups. Maybe the consequences of it would come back to stab her in her heart. Maybe she would forever loath and regret the fact she could’ve saved her pups.

But right now, all she felt was an aching, bleeding body that hurt like hell, and a mind not too dissimilar.

She slid down a pole and limped into a pipe, away from the shelter, the lake and the scavenger toll, leaving splatters of blood where her tail dragged.

The slugcat had been easy to find. The scavenger just followed its blood trail.

Yes, she was disobeying orders. But she was determined to not spend too much time with her, just enough to help mend the worst of her wounds. After that, she’d leave, allowing the slugcat to figure out the rest.

Besides, she doubted the slugcat would want to be in the company of a scavenger for very long, if at all.

The blood on the ground was recent, leading away from a shelter, overlaying older, darker patches. She followed.

There was a scavenger.

The red slugcat knew it had been following her for a time, but she tried to ignore it. She didn’t care, she told herself. Let it take her life. It was meaningless anyway.

But it didn’t. It didn’t pull out the spear from its sheath.  Finally, the slugcat grew impatient. Her hackles rose as she growled, “What?”

Scavengers couldn’t understand the slugcat language and vice versa, but it lowered itself to the ground in a submissive posture. Its eyes were wide with some emotion…pity? 

The slugcat didn’t believe it for a second. It was a ploy to lower her guard and get her killed. They stood before each other, neither moving. Then the scavenger, slowly - as if the slugcat was a bird that might fly away at any moment - deposited the contents it was carrying onto the ground before itself.

Leaves. Herbs. Some were intact, some were dried out, some were crushed. It placed one paw just before itself, then raised it up, pointing at the slugcat.

The scavenger was a healer. It meant to help her. The slugcat stared, then frowned.

The slugcat bared her teeth.

The slugcat lunged.

The scavenger turned to run, to grab its spear, but the slugcat crashed into it before it could. The momentum of the jump sent them tumbling across the floor. She sank her teeth into its face and clawed at its body. The scavenger kicked and clawed back at her, but its blows felt like nothing to the slugcat.

All she felt was rage. Fury. Wrath.

How dare they kill her pups, then try to offer her help.

She spat on the scavenger’s body, then ripped the spear off of its back and limped away.

[crookedbasementsandwich]

i'm not keeping this but i just thought you all should see the wonderful draft for the next chapter of my fic lmao

[saelrum]

«The Dark Rain»

Rain World Fanfiction by Saelrum_ and Elsa Fogen

Chapters: 2 out of (?)

Please, enjoy the story:

[coppercatz]

I remembered I have a Tumblr, so here's two rain world related pieces I did somewhat recently since thats what tumblr demands of me

first one is an af attack for @salami-for-cats !!! :] the second are my ocs, The Hexer and Melodious Vines

[indiestsnake]

running out of jokes for these announcements tbh but

HERE YE HERE YE, FLUFF(?) CHAPTER BE UPON THE TOWNS FOLK!!! TO FIND WARMTH HAS UPDATED!!!!!!!!!

[yourcrazygirlokris]

At long last, after much procrastination, I have decided to make an entire Wattpad story for Project Mainframe! Wahoo! Yippie! :D Drops plot bomb -~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ Everybody knows the story. Seven Red Suns sent 07 to deliver a golden pearl with instructions on how to circumvent the self destruction taboo. Then 07 came again, returning with a message ripped from their chest. Five Pebbles got the rot and the iterators withered away in the harsh and eternal dark winter.

But who was the first slugcat? Who found the golden pearl? Whose single decision shaped the entire world, and who discovered the triple affirmative? This is the story of 04, alternative name: The Scholar -~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~

I’m not giving away too much, but just know I have BIG plans for it :3

[phantick]

I wrote a fic about transfem five pebbles. where transitioning could in fact actually save her

[druidshollow]

Red Lights and New Sensations

Eleven Rivers woke.

He awoke to his prison cell in Adamant Dune's complex. The room was dusty and small, smaller than his old chamber, and the air smelled of singed circuits and parasitic rust. But Eleven Rivers knew he wasn't truly awake, because the room was wrong.

A sickening red glow sat suspended in the middle, staining the walls in harsh shadows and making the air twitch with energy. Dune's eyes sparked among the shadows but the red light kept drawing Rivers in, tempting him, commanding him.

Look to me.

Listen to me.

You are evil. You are vile.

You are incapable of love.

The light overtook him and the world buzzed, loudly, louder and louder as his walls churned and his pipelines flowed and his breath left him, shaking the world below.

He was himself again! Revelation! His mind sparked with activity, he was awake, and the world around him flowed with information like a melody. It was all a bad dream.

But how had I slept?

The moment it left his head his structure lurched and the world became fire. He knew so much at once; so fast, so rapid, he'd forgotten the might of knowing more than the world and in a flurry, a panic, his overseers projected images of serpentine monsters tearing his city down, boring through his roof. Horrid beasts with tearing scythes and crushing jaws. Warnings sounded around him, his sirens blared, his nerves screamed as the mycelia connecting them was severed. It was all too much.

The red light warped and twisted in the center of his chamber, and again it beckoned, tearing him away from the sensory overload.

Beg for my mercy.

Apologize, bargain, and pray.

Never has anyone so truly deserved to fall.

The light overtook him and it grappled, encompassing his small, small body, his structure fading and leaving him. The hum quieted but the light burned, running static trails along him and gently threatening to bite. How he wanted to fight it. How he wanted to let it win.

"You are me," it whispered weakly.

"We will never win."

Eleven Rivers woke.

Hydraulics churned gently as the shelter hummed awake around him. His sibling dozed gently near him, their new acquaintance sitting across from them and fiddling with something.

Root mumbled a greeting. Eleven Rivers stared at his hands.

Sleep was a foreign and invasive new concept to Eleven Rivers' world; in his old skin he had no need for sleep. In his old skin his demons could never find the opportunity to manifest into spectres, lights clinging to walls.

But his old skin was a prison.

A prison.

A wonderous prison.

... Wasn't that familiar?

He had no choice but to free himself.

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hehehehahaaa i havent written in so so long and dreams are always one of my faves so i decided to do that! i might write some longer stuff sometime, this is pretty short, but its fun anywyas

[onionatheart]

Rain World AU Designs!

Finally have all my Pebbles in a row.

(Left to right) Pebbles’s Orbs AU, Digital Hallucinations AU, MA(A)S AU.

They are all very traumatized in their own special ways.

Work Links: (left to right)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54473038

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55233562

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55450687

(Please note that the works themselves are kinda old. Still fun though.)

[askgroupm]

note: this does not take place until FAR after the main plot, you can ask him but adress them as future Coe/puce

It was another snowy day, clouds of empathy was feeding scruffy when suddenly a slugcat fell through the pipe and lands on the ground “Ah, hello little slugcat! Do you come to visit? Perhaps you need rest, there are plenty of shelters in my substructure, feel free to stay a while!” Coe explains.

Without so much as a word the slugcats eyes start flashing every color imaginable and a karma ten symbol appears behind him, before…*PING*!

Coe darted to look at the slugcat but what he sees…is scruffy…laying on the ground…lifeless…Coe is distraught, he knows he won’t come back this time…he glares at the slugcat”WHAT DID YOU DO TO SCRUFFY?!”

The Slugcat takes aim of the karma ten symbol at Coe, But he takes action and kills the slugcat, he’d be back tommorow so he goes on lockdown shutting down almost all function except for his communication arrays.

He sends out the following message:

“Triple affirmative! Hello, you know who I am but what’s more important is what you don’t know, scruffy has been ascended, the triple affirmative has found its way to our local group, I suggest everyone locks down until that…THING, leaves.”

And so for about. 300 cycles nothing happened, Coe never got over the loss of scruffy…sometimes still throwing his toys around pretending he would come back with them, once it finally ended the others all tried reaching out to him, exept for bitter void. He didn’t reply to a single one of them, until eventually passionate beyond lesser understanding reached out with a forced communication.

Pblu: “Empathy, you know I don’t like abusing my authority as senior but this is serious, we know you lost scruffy but it isn’t like you not to talk to us about your problems.”

Coe: “you wouldn’t understand…”

Pblu: “empathy, I have sent a purposed organism to you, he will arrive in approximately 10 cycles.”

Coe: “I know what your trying to do. You can’t replace him.”

Pblu: “I’m not trying to replace him, I’m trying to help you, you don’t need to forget scruffy but another friend may help you cope better.”

Coe: “…”

And so a few cycles later another slugcat arrived, not a typical purposed organism, it was an pink slugcat with a collar, slightly underweight but in its stomach it had a locket with a picture of Coe and Scruffy. Coe immediately started warming up to the slugcat, cleaning it up and even naming it puce. After a while puce and Coe got close,Coe even started letting her sleep in scruffy’s old den, feeding her, but something still felt…off. It would probably be fine, he’s just still getting over scruffy. He kept slowly warming up and getting to understand puce, she was much more energetic so he turned his chamber into a massive shelter and added a jungle gym and a rest area. But he still couldn’t shake that feeling…whatever, it will heal with time, he hung up a picture of scruffy and himself and started talking to the others again, he told Sol and Heavenly about the lingering feeling

Sol: “oh, I don’t think that will heal with time, maybe you just need to vent?”

Coe: “Nevermind, I’m gonna go.”

Heavenly: “wait-“

Coe: “bye.”

After a while Coe grabbed puce wrapped up in a blanket and cried, well, no tears but he felt like he was crying. Eventually he calmed down and felt a bit better, maybe he would just have to live with this, sometimes even gods feel fragile.

[ardienothesieno]

FREAKING FINALLY

CHAPTER TWO OF HOW TO BE A PERSON IS HERE, EVERYONE

IT TOTALLY DIDN'T TAKE ME 2 MONTHS TO WRITE OR ANYTHING NOPE TOTALLY NOT

you should read it if you haven't. i'm very proud of it.

chapter three will be written at some point. idk when though. soon, hopefully...

[anonymous-ivplay]

Inktober Day 24 (kind of): Expedition

Been a hot sec, but chapter 24 of Adhirohan is up! Wherein Rivulet cusses out Saint's rumpus, and Moon makes a startling discovery...

It's kind of a stretch to count this toward the Inktober prompt, but Spearmaster did travel quite a ways to get back to Moon, so with that context I say it still works

[colfy-wolfy]

Making a separate post for this since my post teasing the idea got 1k notes and I want everyone to see it. THE FIRST CHAPTER OF MY FIC IS OUT GO READ IT !! feel free to criticize (constructively) or give ideas!! This is my first time writing in a looong time so some help for me to improve would be much appreciated. ALSO FEEL FREE TO MAKE FANART INSPIRED BY THE FIC AND TAG ME IN IT I WOULD LOVE TO SEE !!!!

[9chimebells]

Pebbles is not having a good time. These slugcats are from a fanfic au created by @sin-ari yall should give it a try.