#renamed my au so its. cool? now.

[fandomtrash-16]

i think abt him. a lot. hes a funny lil guy

[elsa-fogen]

Ok, Rosie headcanon for you!! Might be a slight AU but whatever lol

I like to imagine that Rosie is actually REALLY old. Died in the 1400s or something (maybe for being a suspected witch 👀) , and she just sort of kept up with the times until she found a period that suited her (getting there on that). This also ties into Cannibal Town/Colony name thing!!

Idk how much you know about American history (I know if I didn't live in this crazy country I'd know nothing by choice lol), but in the late 1500s Roanoke Colony was established where North Carolina is now. They struggled with supplies and relations with native people so the founder left to get supplies/help etc; when he came back 5 years later everyone had disappeared without a trace, no graves, bodies, only the word "CROATOAN" carved into a rock. It's a mystery nobody has solved since.

BUT.

WHAT IF.

They ran out of resources, right? What if food ran so low that people began to resort to cannibalism? And things were going so badly that some desperate person tried to summon a demon, anything to help them?

And Rosie, twisted and dark as she may be, took her own sort of sympathy on the poor, struggling colony of Roanoke, and took them all down to Hell as her own colony of souls: Cannibal Colony, leaving Roanoke empty without a trace of its inhabitants. From then on, she just sort of adopted any cannibals who fell into hell as part of her little town, so long as they assimilated and didn't cause trouble. She owns all their souls, yes, but they have some level of peace and security knowing she'll take care of them.

With the "updating culture" thing, I also headcanon that she liked to keep up with the times and stay current until sometime after slavery ended, a little before Alastor arrived (depression era) she didn't like where modern times were headed and just sort of...stopped progress, like a time capsule. Modern times started progressing too fast, and she didn't want everything to be forgotten in the rush to the future, especially the way the human world was looking with the depression. She did rename them to Cannibal Town eventually, since it was more than just her original Colony that gave her Overlord status.

I love Rosie 👁👄👁 sorry for the giant text block lol

P.S. Your art inspires me so much!! And your characterizations are *chef's kiss* I feel like your blog is consistently one I can come to to get canon-accurate character content without facing an onslaught of r********e (finally someone who can't stand it as much as me! Sending all the love 💓

oH WOW! This is really damn good and interesting headcanon! You almost convinced me to change mine to this (well, i like the idea of Rosie being SUSPECTED witch gshssh angssssst yessss). I realized that actually I don't have much that keeps me from just accepting this. Only 2 things

one is that she in her life was fighting for women's rights, and keeps doing it in hell, but i guess she still can even being older.

second one is more important. Rosie and Alastor are roughly same age (30-40 age gap is nothing in hell, were age gaps can be thousands of years) and this is one of the reasons they get along, i think.

Plus in my plot Rosie being a relatively young overlord plays significant role...

But as i said, you headcanon really cool! Maybe i'd use it for some new AU haha

P.S. Your art inspires me so much!! And your characterizations are *chef's kiss* I feel like your blog is consistently one I can come to to get canon-accurate character content without facing an onslaught of r********e (finally someone who can't stand it as much as me! Sending all the love 💓

GAHYHHHAFGS THANK YOU! I'm really happy to know that i'm not alone on this hate board hsbfsdhfj

Here you can be safe, never ever you'll see anything positive about this ship on my blog 😂 (no offence to those who likes it) Love you too 💖💖💖

[krowsindulgences]

Progress on my Recreyo AU - Recreyo Myths

Okay, so it feels like I haven't updated in a while, but I have. And I want to make an update post or two! I will have a list of what I will talk about here.

Something with the title

The reason why Im not writing another fic

Story Progress

Okay, so first lets talk about the-

1. Title

If you have noticed from my past works on ao3(Just one), you will have seen the title as 'Recreyo Mythology'. I have changed it to just Myths because even though it sounds cool, Mythology means to STUDY myths. I really feel like a said 'woopsie daisy' on that one. So... expect it to be renamed when I post my next fic.

Actually, when am I making my next fic?

Well... not soon. Yep. You want to know why?

Its because we'll be going on number 2 now. Which is-

2. Osha-Rkry Progress

WOO! Yep, Im taking this language stuff seriously. I have long finished the phonology(sounds) of the language, so here are the things I have written in my grammar document at the moment:

Articles

Grammatical Gender

Grammatical Cases

Time Tenses

Numbers

Let's now see the progress.

The ones that are completed are Articles, Grammatical Gender and Cases. Yes, that's not a lot, but I am not including the more basic things about the language which are completed.

For now, I can give a sneak peek of what I have. I dont really know why, but I just dont want to show off everything.

First to show: Grammatical Gender + Pronouns

This is the whole thing, actually. I just dont think people would be able to really read this all at a first glance/dont take their time into it.

I actually do have a list on how some of the characters would refer to themselves.

Ai and Ao / Sasha /sə.ʃə/ - "Nrdw Ghrknyhry" (LIT: Like 1(S.God))

Chilly - "Nrdw Rknyhry" (LIT: Like 1(J.God))

Curt - "Kazhodo nrdw" (LIT: It like (1(?)))

Please remember the context of the structure being Object Verb Subject. 1 in this context refers to a first person pronoun, for example I and Me.

Second to show: Articles

The words are whited out on purpose.

Third to show: Time Tenses System

I think this can also be considered as 'Immortal Time / Mortal Time' too...

Well, thats all I want to show of Osha-Rkry right now! Hopefully you'll see more soon. Now, onto the next!

3. Story Progress

I think this is what most you all are for. Actually, with some help of @turkeyinnovember (Maybe a bit more with a reblog lol) I have done...

The backstories/backgrounds of EVERYONE! Along with a basic story concept.

You can expect 2/3 seperate stories/perspectives in this au. I will be listing the concepts of these plotlines, not the title.

Main Story 1: A girl gets spirited away to a new path in life, which changes her world a lot. The Gods she knows are not what is in front of her. Is she just forced to live a life in a different world? Is it even a different world?

Main Story 2: Did she find him? Or did he find her? No matter, because the Goddess of Knowledge has found a issue she had never faced before: She doesn't know a smidge about him.

Side Story 1: 'To meet a God is a Glory,' they said. One way or another, he finds himself in that exact situation. Is this what he wanted?

Also, the designs are REALLY unfinished. I only have Chillys concept going along, but I appear to be stuck.

Hint: I need ideas for tattoos. Please help me, anyone.

Well, I think thats it! I hope you all will like the AU Im preparing. This is Krow, saying goodbye! Have a wonderful time, folks!

Kra Rkry, its past 10 pm...

[hiemaldesirae]

Swap AU:

Vox's Goetia does join the Hazbin hotel. He takes what was Husk's canon job, as Husk has a casino to run and his parents think it's a good thing for their son to work for the Princess. (Even if they don't believe in her redemption plan. And he is the spare's spare, so it's not like they have any idea what to do with him. Having his and his children's souls permanently bound to the media overlord might do him some good. (Vox stipulated that into his contract. So he'll eventually have numerous goetia souls bound to him.)

Since Alastor was up to his antics during the overlord meeting and sir Pentious has been on his best behavior (after Charlie asked Vox to talk to Pentious about things, and Vox talked to him about building stuff in the lab outside the hotel he never got the Eggbois taken away) the hotel crew doesn't know how to hurt angels/heavenborn. They know Carmilla killed the Angel--Husk caught her reaction to Him bringing out the head, after all. (He also caught Alastor's reaction to Zestial saying that they'd probably go after the Hotel first--not that he'd tell Vox. But he'd seen how furious and fearful the stag had looked at those words.) So they're debating on who to send over to the carmine/Zestial mansion. It's dangerous ground over there, after all.

Angel Dust steals more of Vox's clothes (and doesn't get caught) to make up for the set Charlie destroyed. He also gets away with one of Vox's shark plushies, which irritates Vox as it's the one with heating pad function in it that he uses for his cramps/neck pain/back pain. (Alastor rubs his scent all over the plush, before he returns it that night laying it beside Vox.)

Vox writes an entire speech for Charlie and Vaggie for their meeting up in Heaven. He's listened to Vaggie (and Lucifer's) descriptions of Adam and Lute and has given his best advice to the two for them. Unfortunately the meeting pretty much goes the same way, except that Charlie managed to get Adam pissed at Vox? So that's cool. Nothing like having the first man wanting you dead, right?

Vox drinks himself into a stupor that night. While, yes he's afraid of Alastor--the MAIN THING he is desperately, desperately trying to avoid is permanently dying. He doesn't want to die. At all. That's why he too the deal with Lucifer. Now he's gotta figure out more ways to help Charlie so he can gain more power so he can fight off Adam himself? Or at least beat him back enough so that Lucifer can arrive to kill him or Charlie can kill him or something. He doesn't know. Vox collapses into his bed that night, and passes out not noticing the radio demon stepping out of the shadows and joining him in the bed and curling around him.

swap nonny i may have to rename you to sadist nonny at this point. Why are you like this /affectionate

the stuff with the goetia is sooo silly. love that little bird thing even though ive no clue what the hell he would look like or even do at all honestly! hope he has fun trying to bartend (and hoo boy thatd probably be a big scandal, wouldnt it, having a goetian prince bartend at princess charlie's hotel...) for a bunch of idiot sinners lmao

al overhearing carmilla and zestial talking about the newly pushed forward extermination and immediately jumping to think about vox... he cant lose him AGAIN so soon after hes found him once more so after that his shadow sticks even closer to vox, and vox finds that sometimes when he passes out from working too much without taking a break that he wakes up in the morning with a fluffy blanket and food placed in front of him. he assumes its husk but when he asks, the other overlord denies it

LMFAOOO i can imagine angel sweating when vox storms downstairs in a frenzy going 'where the FUCK is my shark'. husk turns to look at him very slowly and just raises a singular eyebrow at him and angel shrugs very slowly. alastor returning the plush with his scent all over.... orugh. vox probably cant even smell it really, but for some reason his processors ingest the scent easily and he falls asleep better than ever for the first time in seven years.... </3 AUgh my heart...

and seriously. alastor you are SUCH a freak what the FUCK are you doing.... going to have to tag noncon cuddling at one point on madmans vice istg :sob:. i love them so much ugrh. swap radiostatic save me swap radiostatic

[lexydakitten]

oh im thriving rn. also heres the sluppy her ref is shoddy idc its better than most of my characters get😤promoted from "every white slup i encounter is my assistant" to oc. with lore now even. i GOTTA infodump about that. also a general cw for the read more, mostly just mentions of death/illness. and its long i mean it im good at infodumping and not at proofreading my infodumps👍

will start with what she can do. she's teeny tiny even as an adult, barely larger than a slugpup, but significantly smarter than wild slugcats. because she is a purposed organism created by my oc aloft under stars / aus for my other oc infinite whispers / iw (atp im probably not renaming her tbh) to help her do research when vermin gets too old. there's more context on that, not the most relevant for right now though.

anyway. she can climb walls, can't stand still on them because her grip isn't good enough but otherwise she a climber. additionally she's very capable on her own, even as a slugpup she's as strong as an average slugcat. at least until she's incapacitated because she's still small enough that she gets injured way worse. her stomach, or whatever organ slugcats store items in, can hold a greater capacity for nonedible things - she was engineered with carrying capacity in mind, and the more she can bring back, the better! plus, she's crafty, and can make her own tools from materials she finds outside (like a spear or lantern). she was also engineered with the ability to hear broadcast signals like spearmaster can. her harness thing that does not look like a harness bc i did not know wtf i was trying to do allows her to receive signals targeted at her on the move, though it's up to her if she actually cares. it has a small badge of aus's head print on it so that if she strays off on a mission or something and ends up too far it's evident where she came from. the harness is also useful to her as an adult because she can jam spears under it and carry them on her back, something unintended as the harness was mostly for communication and to be able to transport stuff for her creators without her losing it.

that's what she can do though. she has a silly little story i think. my friends said that she gets the Cool approval so it's worth sharing imo

her creation was to replace vermin when they became older and weaker. vermin is effectively a wild slugcat that chose to stick around aus and iw and help them, that relates more to their stories than assistant's tho. she and verm are friends for the rest of their lifespan, the introduction to each other was unintentional but she is little baby and they are old and crusty i think they'd make great friends. as a younger pup she does small missions just to build up her capability and then as an older one she does more full scale things, heading even out of the shared facility grounds or to other iterator facility grounds to complete tasks for iw. she's got a very independent mind though, and sometimes a desire to wander gets the best of her, leading her to stray off course. so on one further out mission as a young adult slugcat she ends up on the grounds of my other iterator oc one step ahead / osa, same guy i was talking abt in the rot post. at that point it's in his structure and he's very sick and isolated, prone to outbursts from his constant fear and rage. it significantly impairs his senses and his awareness.

as a very small slugcat, assistant actually can make her way through his rot infested grounds, and investigates his dying structure. despite instruction to turn back and go home, she finds him in his chamber, and observes the state he's in, and how he's completely alone. having been raised by iterators, she can see clearly that he is unwell and in need of support (that she can't provide, being a slugcat.) she's seen a healthy iterator, and an iterator in debatable health, but never one that was actively ill and dying like osa. and so she defects from her assignment to stay with him. there isn't really anything she can do except provide comfort for him, and simply be there, though i think she'd still get it into her animal brain that she could possibly do something anyway and she's determined to try. it definitely benefits and soothes osa, because he'd been in his situation for a long time, and even though the rest of his group collectively failed to ever try to help him when they still could, this small creature wants to try to help him at his most hopeless point, and he recognizes it to belong to one of his groupmates (because of the badge). that's not very significant, i think it's a small note to acknowledge because of some background between osa and aus that is not relevant to the assistant.

on occasion he does still lash out at her, even though it is entirely unfair for him to be mad at a small animal it relates more to the effect his rot has on him. and she keeps coming back anyway, being incredibly persistent about being an assistant to him rather than her creators. even though he cannot be helped and she lacks the ability to help. just the cat distribution system tbh. maybe she stays out while he's inconsolable and wanders the structure. speaking of, there is an echoed version of her. it is in fact relevant. because of osa's decaying structure, he is gradually falling apart, and eventually suffers from a void fluid pipe rupture (i think thats pretty much just a dp thing but i Dont care. im acknowledging it and im saying i dont care :p) that leads to at least one room becoming flooded with void fluid. she gets caught in there, drowns, and because i dont remember what's been indicated about void fluid nor can i be bothered to check if this is a wrong statement to make, echoes. it's less that she echoes due to being too attached to karmic urges or ego, but because she was so determined to do something impossible and so severely unfulfilled she could not simply ascend or die. and as an echo, it's mostly just rerunning her entire life over and over, trying to do new things and go to new places but always meeting that same end if any at all because she is trying to attain something she cannot fulfill

thats all i have to say abt this particular goober rn. if its noticeable that her story doesnt have a lot of depth its because it was effectively a shower thought. that parts in the rough stages i'll think about her more and it may get more improved on than just this. ya. slugat !! i'll draw her some more eventually, once i finish the other things i'm working on

[lunozapp]

So, making headcanons for Twimbly somehow turned into making my own whole ass AU 😭

Since it's a separate AU that takes place in it's own(?) universe, I was wondering if I'd be allowed to keep Twimbly in it or if you'd rather people not use your OC for that stuff? I understand if that's not something you're cool with.

Thank you :3

you can totally do that, just make sure to credit me for twimbly and maybe denote that its an AU ( like [au here]!twimbly )

also follow my character boundaries: absolutely no public sharing of nsfw and make sure i dont see it either as i am a minor. additionally, don't ship him with ranglore/rambley because i see them as brothers (hence the name sounding like 'twin-bly').

if you REALLY WANT TO SHIP THEM, at that point i'd reccommend just renaming him into your own character and changing up the design to make it clear that him and twimbly aren't the same character. im sorry if its a little too late to share that now :sob:

tldr just dont be weird with him and you'll be fine :]

i'm glad he inspired you that much lol

[loopscereal]

heyss may i ask what inspired your onnie design? im really curious. ive seen it and from what ive gathered it looks as if onnie had no face besides from the eyes, orr that the rest of his face is blacked out (thats what i got from it at least)

I assume you mean the onnies from the drawing of him on the swing-tire, and possibly during the toddy and bon story-boarding thing i did.

I dont know if I’ve actually posted any drawings of him outside of those two instances, but yes. i have depicted him as faceless/ with his face obscured with darkness.

Nothing in partiiicular inspired this decision? My friend dis it first and i just stole his thing,

These! Are. That is not his current self!

Now, what do i mean by that? Uh, okay so in me and my friends AU for fnafhs, Onnie, Malva (Usagi, we renamed her) and Bon are all siblings. Onnie was the oldest.

Both his home and school life were rough as hell, and it all comes to a boiling point where shit happens and he runs off until he finds the nightmares. (Grossly summerized)

Anyways, that version of him I’ve drawn, is how he looked when he was living with Malva and Bon. That what people remebered him looking like. His head was down, his hair a choppy mess, always in his face casting a shadow over his eyes.

Though i will say, that dark face is not a representation of shadow, that would just be on the eyes and features of his would like the mouth and nose still be visible. The darkness is both just because it looks pretty cool, but also because people like Toddy (a long time family friend of them all) Malva and Bon all hardly remember his face. Its been four years since he left, and in the years leadings ip to before he ran away, his face was pretty obscured.

The only thing they remember with burning clarity is how his eyes looked.

Long story short: mostly just looks really cool, his face is a faint memory.

Also fun fact: all the characters are part animals, and have a variety of animal traits that may ir may not present themselves. Much as Malva and Bon having human ears, and Onnie having rabbit ears.

[moss-path]

Another family tree. I want to show yall some of the earlier ThunderClan families. So here’s Dawnfeather and her descendants! I have more ideas on warriors family trees here. They fit in with my PO3 AU, tho its more of an entire series AU at this point.

This one is short and sweet, mostly because going any further would just be repeating other family trees I’ve already posted. (Check them out they’re super cool and thought out and sophisticated I promise)

More details are below on my changes.

Dawnfeather is the mother of not only Nettlebreeze, but also Daisyfoot (Daisytoe) and Flashnose. 

Daisy has the solid white gene, which she passes down to her daughter, Moonflower.

Swiftbreeze has no stated parent besides Flashnose, either an unnamed ThunderClan cat, loner, or housecat.

Snowfur is renamed Snowstorm. Her son is named after her.

I’ve also renamed Patchpelt, Patchdusk. I think it’s an underutilized suffix as opposed to the overutilized -pelt.

After Pinestar leaves ThunderClan, he first takes on the name Pine, and then Henry. He lives a long life as a housecat. 

Stonefur is now Stonetalon, for the same reasons.

[sytokun]

If I may ask, I a bit curious on the timeline of your Rwby rewrite project, you made videos on a Rwby rewrite before but with a different name(s because I can’t remember if it had more than one name) What changed with the name? In fact what change about production after the details video about a Rwby rewrite(hopefully you know what I talking about) It ok if it just speak in general terms than any details, just interest in your process!

This is a good opportunity to talk about my history with RWBY AUs from start to finish, so thanks for this ask.

I first got infected with the AU bug during Volume 3, when shit started going down in Episode 6 and my mind was abuzz thinking about how the story was going to unfold. This led me to create Shattered Tomorrow, which was about the predicted events and aftermath of the Fall of Beacon.

This later moved to RWBY: Visions, which was just a catch-all term that my other AUs would be grouped into at the time (much like how Star Wars: Visions is a collection of AUs, oddly enough). I made a few videos of it, as well as a subreddit which is now dead since I transitioned my community to YouTube instead, where this sort of AU/rewrite content reaches more people.

However, I soon released a video that more or less kickstarted my RWBYTubing days in earnest: RWBY Needs A New Beginning. The large positive reception I got for it led me to create a Discord server to discuss the project, at which point it grew into a community group project, and was renamed into RWBY: Cherish.

However, it was my first time leading a community project, so it encountered numerous fatal hurdles - namely the "too many cooks" problem. Everyone was pitching idea, writing docs and proposing characters to populate the world, but none of it was translating into real, tangible results. It lost steam about a year in and I grew disillusioned, especially after the conclusion of Volume 6. I was very close to dropping the show and leaving the fandom entirely.

I decided to step away and took a month-long break from the project and anything RWBY. It took me a while for me to recentre myself and start looking at my ideas again without premature outside influence. What did I really want from this project? Why do I keep returning to it?

I started sketching again, reclaiming pride in my own ideas again. Then, I discovered Cold Kingdom's album, which sparked my first real concepts for what would become RWBY: Remnants. But at the time, I created these under the placeholder title: We Are The Hunt.

I started gaining confidence in my creative self again, and I regained motivation to start over; more importantly, I got back my love for RWBY, and it was here I realised that I'll never be truly able to leave it behind until I put out my version of it for the world. I put everything I knew about this new AU into a few illustrations, used a song I liked that conveyed the tone I pictured, edited them together, and finally released the first trailer for RWBY: Remnants.

For the first time, I had put out the ideas in my head into something tangible, something real. Something I could watch and share with others. It wasn't just a video of abstract promises, of me talking about how cool it would be in concept. Why spend all that effort describing something with the same effort I could use to make it a reality?

I realised that while others enjoyed my ideas and were passionate enough to help with it, I was the only person who could be responsible for it, and only I knew what I wanted it to be. With all those lessons in mind, I went ahead and launched RWBY: Remnants.

It's been a journey of over 6 years now, and it's still going. People who dismiss my AU work so far as a string of failed projects fail to realise that creation is an ever-changing thing. It changes its nature along with the person making it. Someone who makes something that's the same from start to finish has not learned anything about it or themselves from the process - they're making something stagnant, and a stagnant work reflects its creator.

I can't say that I'll stick with my RWBY AU forever, especially given RWBY's uncertain future, or even that I'll be able to finish all I wanted to accomplish. But as long as I'm still doing it, I've not regretted a single second.

This may be a project based on RWBY, but it's RWBY told through my own eyes. I count myself very lucky that a lot of people want to see me make it a reality, so I hope by telling it, I can inspire other people that they can do the same. You don't have to be a giant company or a team of hundred.

In my case, I just needed a small group I could trust to help me make it happen, and a lot of time. I'm grateful for that.

The one thing I learned the most in this experience is one word: Resolve. It's not a glorious, inspirational thing: I'm not pushing myself over a mountaintop or running a heartstopping marathon: but somehow, in spite of myself, I just draw a little every week.

I tell myself I shouldn't give up - not because of right or wrong - but because I know this is something that I will always return to. Something that will always welcome me back. Something about RWBY and this project constantly draws me back into it, like an unanswered question. It's an unusual drive I don't expect others to have, but whatever it is, something like that may exist for you in another form. I don't know if you wanna call it a life calling or whatever, but it's just... the thing you keep coming back to. It's like your inclination; your nature.

If I'm a pencil, it's in my nature to draw or write, even if I only take myself out of the drawer every month or so to do it. It doesn't change my character or my morals. I just do the thing, and the thing feels right to do.

6 years on, that's what working on this project feels to me at this point. Part of me wants to prove something to myself, and to share something with the world. But I think with enough consideration, I can probably live without those things. But even without them... I'm still going to do the thing. Because it feels right to do the thing. I like doing RWBY things, and I don't see a reason to stop anytime soon.

[your-local-grubdog]

Startouched AU: Hocotate Pt. 1

So a while back I made this post detailing some changes to Hocotate and Hocotations in my startouched AU (which may need renamed as the thing that gave this AU its name is no longer in the AU, oops?). Well, this is that post remade, as I've sense added and changed some information around! It'll have to be split into two parts though, because it'd be too long otherwise. I put maybe too much effort into this LMAO the pikmin brain rot is real.

Part two will be linked here when done! (it done now) Also, for those who don't want to read this whole massive thing and just want to see the art, I will be slowly posting the drawings as individual posts with less descriptive explanations.

Anyways, grab a drink and enjoy! ^^

A quick note!

Animals here are referred to by Earth animal names to provide the closet description for what the animal is. Think of it more like a translation than the actual words being used. Hocotation dogs, for example, resemble bulborbs far more than they do any Earth dog. But they're called "dogs'' to describe how they act and where they fit in the world. The same applies to whatever Earth plants Louie has mentioned - there are no avocados on Hocotate (at least, not before Koppaites were able to start exporting scaly custard), but there is an avocado-like plant. By and large, I will refer to animals and plants as being "[species]-like animal/plant".    

The Planet 

Hocotate as a planet is fairly small, and very cold. It lies just within the habitable zone of its red star, and has a thin atmosphere. Two moons orbit the planet, an icey blue moon and an iron-rich red moon (that is also still fairly icey despite appearances!) alongside some rings made mostly of dust and ice. Ships coming to and from the planet must take care not to fly through a ring, or they risk damage to their ship.

Hocotate's land masses are rather interesting as there are no true continents. Rather, a series of sub continents in the form of large islands are peppered across the planet's surface. Smaller islands are, of course, present as well. The largest sub continents take about 3-4 days of constant driving via car to cross, assuming traffic won't stop you (which it will). It generally takes only 2-3 days of constant motion by a modern boat to get between the various land masses.    

Being so cold, the polar circles on Hocotate are proportionally larger than those of Earth. The very ends of each pole are almost completely inhospitable due to low temperatures. The only lifeforms that live there don't quite count, as they're microscopic organisms at the bottom of the ocean eating funky chemical soup from underwater volcanoes that are considerably warmer than the ice caps far above them. 

The only real "temperate" zone of Hocotate is found at its equator. The hottest spots on Hocotate (aside from volcanic areas of course) don't get much hotter than 85°F/29.44°C during the summer. Winters are the mildest here, being about 40°F/4.44°C. 

The rest of the planet's habitable zones really only have two modes: summer and winter. There is an inbetween stage of course, but the springs and autumns move by very quickly. Summers in these zones are very cool, and on the hottest of days you could get away with a thinner long sleeve if you really wanted to. Think 60°F/15.55°C range. Their winters, however, are brutal. Temperatures will drop below freezing, and heavy snowfall will coat the land.  

Fresh liquid water tends to be rare to find, as most is either frozen or salt water, though modern technology has managed to negate that.  

Biology

Hocotations evolved from a predator-omnivore species that were adapted to some of the coldest reaches of their planet. While most of the traits from them are not as apparent, some still remain such as fur and a tail.

Diagram 

This is just a drawing of Olimar that shows off most physical traits of Hocotations. It may prove helpful to reference as you read.

Fur

The first and most obvious to many is the fact they have a fur coat comparable to that of a short-haired house cat, which comes in a variety of shades of brown and cream colors. Patterns sometimes appear based on genetics, such as belly patches or fawn-like speckling. Flushing of the skin is still visible through the fur. It'll bristle and raise whenever a Hocotation is scared or angry. They’ll also fluff up (which looks softer than bristling) when cold or very happy. It keeps them quite warm on their planet, though fairly miserable in warmer temperatures.

Whether their fur is straight or curly depends on genetics, with both traits being equally dominant. Generally, if their fur is straight then their hair is straight; if their fur is curly their hair is curly. There are rare exceptions to this, though.

They will grow extra fur in the fall and shed it in the spring, with kids needing to be sat down and groomed to ensure a smooth shedding. Most kids do NOT like this. Shed fur was historically used in pillows and house insulation, but in modern times it is often just disposed of.

(Left is Olimar, who has straight fur, and right is Pluto, who has curly fur)

Blood

Hocotation blood is bright blue, which helps keep their blood filled with whatever gas they need even in frigid temperatures. As a result, they blush a purple-blue color and their insides tend to range in blue to purple colors, including their mouths and tongues!

(Olimar’s blush is warmer as I’ve always associated him with warmer colors. Blush colors are hereditary but ultimately mean little.)

Senses

Their eyes generally appear to be mostly pupils because of fresh liquid water once being rare! Pupils help filter light, and will expand/contract based on how much light is needed. Water (and ice, if they're desperate enough to boil some for water) is very shiny, and thus they can catch the glittering of it easier. This is why they love treasure and generally shiny things so much - they're subconsciously programmed to think shiny = will keep you alive. This is also why humans love shiny things so much! Though it is a little more extreme in Hocotations. 

Hocotations also have tandem lupin, allowing them to see well in the dark. Below is a comparison of what humans, Koppaites, and most pikmin species can see versus what Hocotations can see. Note how the saturation of color lowers when in low light situations. This happens only in the dark - when there’s enough light, they see colors in the same way we do.

(left to right are a refrence for everything in the scene, what humans/Koppaites/pikmin would generally be able to see in low light, and what Hocotations can see in low light)

This tandem lupin also causes their eyes to glow when hit with light in dark areas, much in the same way cats' eyes do. What color their eyes “glow” depends on the color of their iris. In canon pikmin media few characters have colored eyes, but in this AU that has been changed to where all characters have colored eyes.

Hocotations have a sharp sense of hearing, and their ears will twitch when they hear a sudden and/or loud noise. They also have a sharp sense of smell, able to identify a person by smell alone. These scents can linger in an area or on something if strong enough, however they’re not the best at determining the age of a smell. The helmets of their space suits will block their sense of smell.

Diet           

Hocotations are omnivorous! Because vegetable crops tend to be their most popular export, a lot of other races tend to assume they're vegetarian. They have very sharp teeth, plus a few flatter molars. They can also rarely have a trait that gives them longer and pointer tongues, but it does no harm nor no good for them. Just kinda is.  

Staples of a Hocotation diet include tubular/root plants, fiber-rich mushrooms, squash (a zucchini-like plant in particular), wheat-like and rice-like grains, eggs and meat from a quail-like bird, milk and meat from a goat-like animal, and meat from an ox-like animal. They also have access to sugar for desserts and many spices to flavor their food.

Displaying Emotion

They have long pointed ears which will move about depending on what emotion they are currently feeling. They will perk up slightly when spooked or alert, droop down when angry or sad, and pin back slightly when annoyed. As babies and toddlers, the cartilage in their ears hasn't fully developed. So until around four or five years of age, their ears will be folded down and they'll be unable to emote with them. Starting at age three or four, they will be able to perk their ears up for short bursts of time to emote interest in something, but they will quickly flop back down. 

Repeating from an earlier section for organizational reasons, their fur will bristle and raise whenever they are scared or angry. They’ll also fluff up (which looks softer than bristling) when cold or very happy.

Hocotations can involuntarily growl to show anger, but can also just growl whenever they please to express any number of emotions. They develop this ability at around 3 to 4 years of age. 

Hocotations can also chuff in a similar manner to tigers to display happiness. Here’s a link to a YouTube video that shows you what this sounds like if you are unfamiliar with it. This will often be written out as “mrf” as an onomatopoeia. They have this ability from birth. 

Lastly, Hocotations have small tails, a left over from the animal species they once were. It gives them no benefit but does no harm either, so it never went away; just shrunk a bit. This tail will wag when they are happy, and shake slightly when they are interested or spooked.

Instincts 

As mentioned previously, Hocotations have a natural eye for shiny things as fresh liquid water was once much rarer on their snowball of a planet, especially in the regions they initially evolved in. Note that this isn’t an instinct to be greedy, far from it, just a natural affinity for such objects. Again, humans work the same way! It’s just slightly more intense for them. 

In the winter, Hocotations will “slow down” considerably on a multitude of fronts. This is due to a sort of pseudo-hibernation. While their activity levels and metabolism do reduce by a significant amount, they do not lower to the same amount as most other hibernating organisms do. While Hocotations typically sleep 8-10 hours* a day, in this pseudo-hibernation state they will sleep for 13-14 hours*, or just over half of the day (because messing with the length of days on other planets, while more realistic, is scary and can be confusing to readers if not made super clear). They will also eat slightly less and will display aversion to foods that take a lot of energy to digest.

*How long they sleep for changes drastically depending on age: these are the averages for adult Hocotations. For babies to teens, please see the section on development. 

Hocotations do have some residual hunting instincts from when they were still predator animals. These quickly fade as they age, however that is caused more by society/culture than by biology. These instincts mainly revolve around chasing anything they perceive to be a small animal. Toddlers will be played with in ways that actually encourage such behavior as a way to manage their energy. Children as young as five or six will lose this instinct when properly taught a healthier out-put for this energy: exercise and sports. The need for this energy output fades with time, due to a mix of this energy instead being put into oft demanding work and the body naturally slowing with age. However, these instincts can reappear for short bursts of time as a part of a Hocotation’s fight-or-flight response (or when angry drunk). This can be further intensified if they are “hunting” with other organisms with similar instincts, such as (but not limited to) dogs and pikmin.

Development 

Babies 

Babies will sleep for most of the day in the warm months, and during pseudo-hibernation they will wake only for food and diaper changes before falling asleep again. This is due to how much development babies (and toddlers!) go though in a relatively short amount of time. As previously mentioned, the cartilage in their ears has not hardened and so their ears will flop down. Otherwise, their development mirrors that of humans greatly. 

Toddlers

This is the stage where their hunter instincts will begin to develop. They will instinctively chase after anything they perceive to be a small animal, a “small animal” to a tot being anything smaller than a typical adult house cat that moves quickly. Smaller creatures will need to be kept away for the safety of both the toddler and the animal, as toddlers will stick anything in their mouths. As they cannot be reasoned with to not chase things and the instincts are too strong to reasonably be taught out with other methods, parents will instead give them various toys to chase and gnaw on. These toys must be specifically designed for this use for the safety of the toddler. Toddlers will bat these toys around much like cats, chasing them the best they can. Due to their fur they are prone to sliding across smooth surfaces, so parents must be careful as to where their tots play (though a few minor bumps are both inevitable and, well, minor). Toddlers also like to look out windows, specifically to watch the various birds and other creatures that dart around the lawn.

Toddlers will sleep for fewer hours than babies, but will still sleep quite often. During pseudo-hibernation, they will wake only to be fed, changed (or to use the bathroom themself, if potty trained), and for two hour intervals of high energy play that happen once or twice a day, depending on the toddler’s age. These two hour intervals are affectionately referred to by caretakers as “the zoomies”. 

At this stage, the cartilage in their ears will slowly develop. They’ll go from being able to perk their ears up for short bursts to typical Hocotation ears by the end of this phase. They’ll also develop the ability to growl, though they cannot control it.

Young Children 

As children age, they will slowly but surely need less sleep to function, though still a fair bit more than what adults need. This is the age where, now that they can talk and (kinda, sorta, not really) understand consequences, they are taught to instead put their hunting energy into other activities. Namely, exercise and sport. They’ll spend much of their time in the warmer months running around, though they thankfully lack this extra energy during pseudo-hibernation. By this age, they’ll also figure out how to growl on command and suppress instinctual growls. 

Older Children

This stage of life is characterized (and started by) the beginning of puberty, which largely goes about the same as it does for humans. This is also the age where the pre-established sleep pattern of “needing less sleep as they age” encounters a hiccup. Due to the toll puberty can take on the body, they will once again start sleeping for longer periods of time. During pseudo-hibernation, they are infamously impossible to wake up and will only rise from sleep on their own terms.

Teens

Post-puberty, teens will slowly revert back to needing less and less sleep, until eventually matching the patterns of an average adult at around age 20. Otherwise, this goes about the same as it does for humans, how fun!

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And that's it for now!!! Still have three, four-ish drawings to make for the culture half of this. Not sure when I'll get to it, but it should hopefully be soonish.

[give-grian-rights]

will the hermit stampy fic ever see the light of day,,,,, the slw fandom is desperately trying to expand and crossovers help

Y'KNOW WHAT THIS IS THE BEST ASK I'VE GOTTEN IN A WHILE and hte answer is i Hope So. i love writing so much and i love prompts and ideas but im the worst person maybe in the entire world, when it comes to actually FINISHING anything

not to disappoint anyone but i have probably nine or ten fanfictions on wattpad that despite spending tens of hours on, will never be finished. i have SO MANY FANFICTIONS in my google docs that will never be finished. and then i have my ao3 ones that i desperately want to finish

i still have so many ideas for the Hermit Stampy fic, so its definitely a wip of mine i plan on trying to bring to light. i've been doing some thinking, some rewriting, and right now I can say FOR SURE the fics i will be continuing is: Bets Against The Void

In Time We Trust (maybe will be renamed again i fucking hate it)

Worship Like a (Hog)

and WIPs i've talked about for al ong time that I hope to bring to life would be Hermit!Stampy, which currently is named "nho w/skrunkly" in my google docs, fun fact

and I also have like six or seven random Grian ship fics, two or three Rancher duo ship fics

and also MAYBE a Hermit!YourPalRoss fic thats been digging at my brain for a year or two

The fics I'm not sure about is my Baby Goat au, and Come Hither, Fool. my baby goat au was built up for so long but then I ended up realllyyy fucking up because like the month i started the second part of the series where Tubbo and co come to Hermitcraft was like. basically the month or week that hermitcraft fucking exploded so that really had my shit rocked.

Come Hither, Fool is my uhhh Slimecicle comes to Hermitcraft after dying. i think with everything we know now after Quackity's finale I think it could still be really fucking cool but i don't watch Slimecicle much as a creator and same problem as before: season eight.

[akisata-moved]

ill write more about my pmd au soon i just need to express my warrior cats thoughts hold on. i am still not doing my homework

Akira and Miki are kittypets and they live pretty comfortably. So like firepaw into the wild. and miki beats akira up all the time bc she likes to bully him.

anyways then akira gets recruited into A Clan which we are going to say is thunderclan for the sake of convenience. and gets renamed to batpaw and meets angelpaw who is the medicine cat apprentice and they become Bestfriends. The next time miki sees batpaw hes like 'look i am so cool.' and miki is like WTF! you ARE so cool!!! I want in. and so he brings her back to the clan and she joins Aswell (she gets renamed maplepaw). batpaw angelpaw and maplepaw have a good time training and also batpaw and angelpaw are falling In Lurv... (also miko is apart of akiras clan say hi miko)

then they get their full names! (batheart, angelwing, mapleclaw). meanwhile, Sirene (dovetalon) and Amon (idk what his name is yet but hes deputy) and a bunch of other demons are warriors of shadowclan. in batheart's first big battle as a warrior he kills amon which makes dovetalon (+ the rest of the clan because hey, that was the deputy, wtf) Violently Pissed Off and so she swears revenge on him. zenon is the leader of shadowclan also btw

so anyways that all happens, then a war between thunderclan and shadowclan begins as tensions continue to rise. (this also is due to a shadowclan plot to take over the forest which angelwing and batheart kind of knew about and have been actively trying to stop.) also in one of the battles, mapleclaw ends up dying gruesomely which makes batheart Facking Pissed.

then angelwing learns that he was originally from shadowclan but his parents had to send him to thunderclan, and now his dead parents in "starclan" (its the dark forest actually) are telling him that he has to fulfill a prophecy and abandon his clan and go join shadowclan and basically lead the war against thunderclan. angelwing is TORN but he ends up betraying thunderclan and leaving to join shadowclan. in a huge battle angelwing ends up killing batheart and after that he is so filled with guilt and remorse and heartbreak that he exiles himself from all the clans and goes off to like be alone and sad somewhere or something idk

[bubblyhoney]

buncha kisses

warnings: mature language, Good music mention, slight suggestive content, lotta name calling!, basically just fluff

tags: sapnap x fem!reader (a continuation of [renamed from “a collection of moments at the beginning of your relationship”] win for me, basically, with college!au)

words: 1447

A/N: a very sweet anon requested a continuation of college!au with sappy and had some great ideas for me! i love when you guys interact and talk with me pls continue to do so! been receiving a lot of really encouraging attention from some of my favorite people (ahem, for example @strawberrymilkgeorge [among others] <3) so i just wanted to say thanks for that :)

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It’s a sticky day in May.

It’s that kind of hot that irritates under the skin and works its way through the hair on your arms. Makes you want to either rip your skin off or sink into a pool full of ice.

May is a month that Florida doesn’t take very well; it’s either raining like it’s the Great Flood, or hot as a mosquito’s ball sack.

And to make matters worse, it’s the due date of a huge calculus project. Like— weighted heavier than the final kind of huge.

You’d gotten up three hours before your final at 9 just to cram. Your desk was littered with folders, chapter notes, and highlighters dull with use. A half-eaten bagel was off to the side, staling by the second.

That was before your AC broke. Yup. Broke. Ka-put. Just full on died—it was almost audible. Your roommate had stumbled into your room, face creased with sleep, and cursed for thirty seconds straight.

Completely understandable, actually.

But you didn’t have time to fret about the damn temperature. You just took your shirt off, kicked the box fan near your bed into the highest gear, and breathed hot anger down into your notes.

The only relief you would find would be lunch with Sapnap after your final. His apartment had air conditioning, and he was surprisingly deft with a knife and cutting board. Dude didn’t know how to figure the mechanics for emailing his film class project to you that one time last semester but could whip up a Greek salad and broiled chicken like no other. Your own little Gordon Ramsey.

He was yours now, officially. As of last month he was yours. A month full of drive-in movies, failed study dates, and an absurd amount of McFlurry’s.

And that’s what is waiting for you in Sapnap’s cup holder when you swing your way into his car with an exasperated look on your face. You just melt, eyes flicking up to his gratefully and silently taking it.

“How was the final?” He lays a hand on the gear shifter and nudges the AC up one more tick. The door closes behind you and you shuffle your legs apart, leg hair tingling in this heat.

“It was fucking brutal. I think I developed an ulcer just looking at the reference page,” you huff and he just shakes his head, laugh hot on his lips. “Absolutely not worth the studying—think I got a good grade, though.”

“Well, that’s cool. I’m proud of you.” The engine chugs to life when he shifts into drive and starts for the side street.

“Thanks.” Your cheeks blush ever so lightly but you pass it off to the heat. A moment passes. “So.” The straw makes a choking noise as it nudges at the bottom of an empty cup. Jesus, you finished that fast. “What’s on the menu for today?” Brandy’s Sunny Day lilts softly into the blasting air as you settle into a comfortable conversation, schoolwork at the back of your mind.

“Thinking of making banana chocolate chip muffins and pigging on those. Thoughts?” Flicking on his left turn signal with his left hand, the right slides onto your knee.

It’s never too hot for that.

“Sounds perfect,” you reply, voice small in a sudden bout of shyness. He double-takes with a smile, squeezing once at your leg.

Pigging is a perfect term for what you two do the second those muffins are out of the oven; it is too easy to shove three of those in a matter of seconds. Bellies full and in a sugar coma, you two lay under the whirring of his living room’s fan and stare up at the ceiling.

“This feels so good,” he mumbles, eyes half-lidded. Reaching a hand out, he pats his way to your hand and takes it, immediately squeezing it. “Wish you were kissing me right now.”

“Oh, yeah?” You taunt and hike a leg up onto his hips, swinging onto his lap and leaning to get your lips near his.

And that’s that.

The night is perfect.

Sapnap ushered you into his car at midnight and within four minutes you were on a US freeway with your head out the window. Like a dog.

A lone bird flies past in the dark air and you watch it swing into a patch of trees. You just close your eyes and breathe.

The stress literally melts. Melts into a puddle and drips out of you, falling onto the black pavement whipping past at a moment’s notice. School is a bitch already, much less an American college education. Grades and tests and professors and GPA’s and all that.

You swear Logan Lerman’s character knew what he was talking about when he said “we were infinite” in The Perks of Being A Wallflower. That’s what this feels like: infinity. Going 70 in a car driven by your hunk of a boyfriend, feeling the wind in your hair and the taste of midnight in between your teeth.

The inside of the car feels sweet when you duck your head back in, smile wide and hair crazy and a content look in your eyes. Sapnap gives you a glance before looking back at the road nonchalantly and lifting to curl and twitch two fingers at you. You instinctively move forward, eyebrows drawn together in curiosity. Three fingers grip your jaw tight, and then his mouth is on yours as the chorus of The King swells through the speakers. You only get two seconds to hum in happiness and slide a hand up his chest before he’s pulling away and has those beautiful eyes back on the road.

“You’re mean to me,” you sigh, and settle back into your seat with a ‘hmph’. He just looks smug. Bastard.

The nights Sapnap plays video games with his friends are—hm. Definitely something. You like to let him have those nights with no distractions most of the time; and you’re categorized as a distraction by the amount of times he “lags” when giving you a kiss or getting you on his lap.

Tonight, he got off work early and on the drive home called and asked if you’d come over and sit with him while he Robloxes with his friends. (“It’s like you can’t go one day without your hands on me,” you’d teased, but he couldn’t say a thing in response. You were right, needless to say.) “You can bring your paints!” he’d even added, knowing you like to watercolor as a hobby. You weren’t necessarily Etsy-worthy but it was fun and a stress-reliever.

And so here you were. Legs crossed, sketch pad in your lap, watching your adult boyfriend yell so loud that his voice cracks and breaks with every change of tone. You really had to remember to apologize to his neighbors…

“Baby—,” Sapnap starts, swinging around in his chair to hit you with a look so pouty his lip was in danger of falling off. “My dear girlfriend. My lovely woman.” His question doesn’t even need to be asked— he wants you to go get him a drink.

“You’re a misogynist. I’m calling NOW on you.” But you’re already heaving yourself off of his mattress and heading into the hallway, faux-annoyed look on your face. It melts into a smile upon seeing that little canvas mounted on the wall next to the door to his bathroom. It was a haphazard portrait of his parent’s dog Bowser that you’d drawn the few days his step-mom forced him to bring you home over spring break.

When you return to his room a few minutes later with a Bang and a couple of snacks for yourself, Sapnap has his headphones off and is swinging his feet in his chair like a child waiting for their parents to pick them up from school. You approach him, apprehensive smile on your face, and hand his drink over.

“Thank you,” he drawls, mid-yawn, and sets it down on the desk. Snaking an arm around your waist, he drags you between his legs and stuffs his face into your shirt. He inhales deeply but pulls away after a pause, hands tight on your abdomen. You press a thumb into his cheek and rub fondly at his facial hair, watching the way his eyes close calmly and relax.

“You’re so cute it causes me physical pain,” is all you get out before leaning and pressing a kiss square on his pink lips. They move against yours like they were meant to, one hand sliding up the material of your shirt and onto your warm skin.

“You smell like Subway,” he murmurs, and then the moment’s over.

Typical.

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A/N: ask or send me some stuff!! requests, rants, anything. :D let me know what you think in the comments!

[mallowstep]

For the love of god, please consider renaming some cats, I've seen names like

"One-Eye, Halftail, Oddfoot, FLIPCLAW (what kind of prefix is 'Flip'?) Twigbranch, Clawface etc. Don't get me started on those atrocious SkyClan names with KITTYPET PREFIXES

Harrybrook, Snookthorn, Rileypool

Like tf?

so i'm going to start with saying! as a general rule, i love these names. i will address them each in turn, but i don't have a problem with warriors having "bad names," i have a problem with names that don't make sense given their context.

it does not make sense for blackfoot to be named blackkit, when he's mostly white. (and, as a colorpoint cat, i assume, would be born entirely white.) etc.

but i have no problem with bellaleaf, because well, yeah! makes sense to me.

after all, leaf was named leafdapple, why shouldn't bella be named bellaleaf.

i'm going to discuss each name you brought up in turn, and then, under the cut, i'm going to ramble about naming philosphies.

one-eye: i'm fine with this. i don't mind cats being named after their disabilities, not when it's an established part of warriors culture. (even if it doesn't happen anymore because people would be pissed about it.) i don't know if i think it's right, or if i think cats would have a problem with it, but i think it's good. i'd like to think most cats wouldn't have a problem with it, though. that said, for one-eye in particular, her name was already white-eye, so it feels redundant. food for thought, i suppose.

halftail: i'm not okay with this, because he lost...half his tail? trust me, as someone who had a cat with half a tail, you don't notice it. doesn't make sense. he can keep sparrowpelt, altho tbh i almost always forget about him.

oddfoot: oops i forget him initially! i actually assumed he was named odd because of numbers or something, but apparently it’s a deadfoot situation. we don’t know his kit name, so i’ll assume he was named as either an apprentice or a warrior to fit. it wouldn’t make sense for him to just have the prefix odd, and i’ll give him the benefit of the doubt and assume that he didn’t. if he did, however, i would have a problem with it because that makes his name a compound name, not because his leader renamed him.

flipclaw: i don't have a problem with it. what kind of name is flipkit? the kind of name a mother would give who looks a lot like the cat who traumatized her, i think. more importantly, i think it's cute! doesn't bother me. would i name an oc flipkit? probably not, but that's just me.

twigbranch: oh no i love her name. i love it! it's so cute. it means something, too! it has meaning. nope. no one is taking twigbranch away from me. i love it.

clawface: mixed. i don't really have a problem with a cat being named clawkit, but it feels...violent. shrug. i don't like it, but like, i also don't like sandynose.

and i won't directly address skyclan because uh i already stated my thoughts on them.

skyclan in particular, tho, it actually makes a lot of sense for their names to be like that. there is no reason to apply any clan norms to skyclan names.

i really hope they keep their names, too. tradition and legacy of names is important to them (pebbleshine and violetshine for the most direct example, but it's everywhere), and i want that to stay. i love that leafstar named her kit harrykit. never change skyclan.

as always, i want to say that i do not have a problem with anyone's methodology of naming cats. i do not care. i support every single name in existence (barring certain combinations of color and "-face," and anything in that vein), and i do not want to come across as telling you what you should do.

that includes you, anon! i do not think you should listen to me when i say i like these names. i think you should rename them whatever you want. (i strongly suggest reconsidering skyclan renames, tho. there's established reasons in canon for them to have those names, and i think it's a cool cultural thing worth exploring. i keep meaning to write a funny lil one-shot about it.)

but you know! if you want to rename them, go for it! i support you!

that said, here is what i think (and i am not an authority on this in any way, shape, or form) about names:

i've written extensively about naming traditions in the clans. if you want to read that, "names. leaders. meaning" and "names part two" are where i recommend you look. (note: first link is to my main, before i migrated warriors content here.)

i'm not going to go over any of that in detail, because well, i'd rather talk about something new?

anyway, i don't think there's a reason to rename the vast majority of cats. i have very, very, few rules. heck, in ashes, i even had squilf come out and say that there's not even a problem with cats sharing a prefix.

the two cats i have renamed are yellowstorm and runningcloud, both for very specific reasons: -fang is a suffix that only makes sense if you're a warrior, and yellowfang names runningpaw runningnose, but in this au, sagewhisker names him, and she doesn't seem like the type to give that kind of name.

in yellowfang's secret, which i do generally treat as canon, yellowfang explains runningnose's name. i don't have a problem with her giving that name to him in the slightest. i just don't think sagewhisker would, and that overrode my general conservative approach to cat names.

but i do think, to an extent, cats are named for the world around them. i explored this in "without warning," where cats can be named after all sorts of strange things (elevator is my favourite), because well, they don't know what strange names are and are not.

so, for example, if there was a kit named, say, chaffinchkit, i would probably rename them, because i've set my warriors in the pnw, and there are no chaffinches in america.

i would just name the kit finchkit, because really, a chaffinch just a specific type of finch anyway.

i also refuse to name a kit maggotkit. there are probably other canonical prefixes in this nature that i refuse, but maggot is the big one that comes to mind.

but i don't care that ferns are green and cats aren't green. maybe it's a name passed down through the generations, one they don't even remember the origin of, but now, it is a thunderclan name.

or maybe, it is given to a riverclan cat simply because their mother thinks ferns are nice and soft.

none of that matters to me, because i personally find limiting name to appearance is incredibly boring, and gives up a really nice chance to worldbuild.

in "fair is the night," ivypool and tigerheart have a brief conversation exploring this.

"ThunderClan is different," he says. "You don't use names in the same way. You don't know the Ivy before you. But ShadowClan isn't like that. Dawnpelt knows Dawncloud and Flametail knows Flamefur, but...I have Tigerstar." "That seems ineffective," Ivypool says. "You can get more mileage out of your names. Here, Ivy is for grey kits, right? But wiry ones. We need strong roots. And Dove is for grey kits, or white ones, but its for the ones who are born soft."

they go on, but i would never pass up an opportunity to explore that type of thing. (and yes i see the typo)

similarly, i like the renaming system. i am like, this close to saying i love it.

the only reason i don't make brightheart lostface in everything i write is because it'd be too much of a headache to remind people, and i also don't want to needlessly invite arguments about it.

she keeps her name in "saccharine tithes of love and glory" because it's the kind of au where i can throw small things like that, without worrying, because it fits, tonally.

i wish it didn't set a fic in a very specific tone, but it does, and so, i usually use brightheart.

(also, it's clear that she prefers brightheart in the books, and i respect that. i don't think, in my culture, that makes sense for her, but i've talked about my works as being on a spectrum between canon and me, and most stuff is far enough away from me that i call her brightheart.)

anyway.

part of it is, renaming cats is imposing my rules over canon. i feel that saying "flipclaw should be named something else" asserts that my world is correct, and canon is wrong.

like, tallstar as a name does not make sense in my windclan. a kit can't be tall, and i've established that windclan names are very literal. but i've let it go, because i chose to make that a rule, and now i live with it.

i hope i didn't come off as prescriptivist, here, because i honestly believe if you want to rename cats, you should. i'd even be happy to discuss alternatives.

for clawface, might i suggest scorchface? (the suffix is malleable, frankly, but i don't feel like thinking much about it.) scorch deliberately has negative connotations in shadowclan, so you keep the same effect as clawface. especially since it just kind of sounds ominous.

but as for what i will do, it is not rename cats. i like their names (especially skyclan's), in all their idiosyncratic glory.

[thepolicequeen]

I got bored in class so you know what that means

I started an au. This time its a Tribal Au.

It's because @pastelpaperplanes made cool art about a cool fic called To Seek A Seeker. Then I read the fic. Then tribal au got stuck into my head. And now I have multiple google docs about my own au inspired a small bit on To Seek A Seeker and other tribe aus. But different enough to avoid copyright.

And now some stuff on what I made today during classes. Also made up locations on cybertron cause I do what I want.

If ya have any questions feel free to pop them into the ask box.

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Name of tribe/group

Who's in charge

The primary thing the tribe/group does/is known for

Where they live

Little description about the tribe/group

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The Tribe of Iacon

Chief: Alpha Trion

Type: Agricultural Village

Location: Steelwood Plains

Story: The tribe has existed since the beginning of Cybertronians. Primarily an agricultural village but there are many skilled hunters within the tribe. Many types of bots live in the tribe and all are welcome to join. They just got over a horrific tragedy so they are just a bit weary of newcomers but are still friendly.

The Tribe of Kaon

Chief: Megatron

Type: Hunting/Warrior Village

Location: Acid Sea

Story: The tribe of Kaon is known for its warriors. Some of the toughest and strongest mechs come from Kaon and their chief is known and feared across all of Cybertron. Though they are feisty they mostly keep to themselves and value familial and friendly bonds.

The Crystal Kingdom

King: Optimus Prime

Type: Agriculture and Trade City

Location: Lithium Cliffs

Story: The Crystal Kingdom was originally known as the Tribe of Polyhex but due to the amount of smaller tribes joining and being protected by the tribe it was renamed into the Crystal Kingdom. Energon and rare metals are farmed from the area and are traded with other tribes across Cybertron for other materials, the Kingdom is known for having an army and many try not to get on the bad side of them.

The Tribe of Vos

Winglord: Starscream

Type: Hunter/Gatherer Village

Location: Magnesium Mountians/Acid Sea

Story: Seekers since the very first were seen as the Spawn of Unicron. They were exiled from any tribe (except a select few) and had to live on their own. For many generations seekers lived on top the Magnesium Mountains in relative peace but recently began making claims to the land around the mountain. Its claimed the Winglord made a deal with the tribe of Kaon and work together with them but no one travels near the Acid Sea or Magnesium Mountains to find any proof.

The Tribe of Rodion

Chief: Ratchet

Type: Science/Medical Village

Location: Titanium Mountains

Story: The tribe of Rodion is a fairly recent tribe. Made up of quirky, curious, and strange bots the tribe is known for their intelligence and technological advancement. The tribe helps anyone who comes by and will send aid to any ailing tribes. Sometimes the tribe members are known as Angel's of Primus.

Wreckers

Leader: Ultra Magnus

Type: Wandering Hunters

Location: N/A

Story: The Wreckers are a group held together by comraderie and respect. Known as the most dangerous mechs on Cybertron many try not to interact with the group unless necessary. They travel together with all their stuff and only make camp when necessary, they travel for days at a time and sometimes even a week before taking time to camp and rest up. Due to them traveling constantly the group knows of all the tribes and dealings of the planet so they know when to avoid certain areas or tribes, they also sometimes aren't seen for months at a time and randomly pop up seemingly in an area that doesnt seem plausible from where they were last seen.

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This au is a total WIP and I have so much more on some google docs but i just put the basic stuff here. Maybe I'll post more who knows.

Ask box is always open.

Have a great day.

[baoshan-sanren]

Bonus - Songxiao

part of the wwx Emperor AU set post Chapter 35 (morning of Day 6) - technically not a chapter since this fic is unlikely to have any other explicit elements, and my current plan is to keep the rating to teen once posted to AO3

that said, this is smut (if my clumsy effort can be called smut)

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 Part 1 | Chapter 8 Part 2 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 Part 1 | Chapter 15 Part 2 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 | Chapter 22 Part 1 | Chapter 22 Part 2 | Chapter 23 | Chapter 24 | Chapter 25 | Chapter 26 | Chapter 27 | Chapter 28 | Chapter 29 | Chapter 30 | Chapter 31 | Chapter 32 | Chapter 33 | Chapter 34 | Chapter 35 | Chapter 36 | Chapter 37

It is discomforting, to say the least, waking in his old bedchamber.

Xiao XingChen’s memory of the years spent in the Immortal Mountain lacks all those particulars which he now finds essential. He can recall the color of the drapes, the shine of sunlight glinting off the gold trim, the red and gold pattern of the rugs. But he does not know the distance from the bed to the window, or from the window to the washbasin. He does not know where exactly the tables and the chests are placed, or how tall they are, or when he may stumble into one by mistake.

It is not new to him, being blind in an unfamiliar place. But being blind in a familiar one, a place that still provides the same echoes of footsteps on the marble floors, the same scents, the same texture of silk sheets, it is discomforting in a way he cannot describe. His inability to see is never so restrictive than in the Immortal Mountain City, a home he had only ever known by sight.

It is no trifling, frivolous life, the one he leads side by side with Song Lan. More often than not, it is exhausting, fraught with danger and uncertainty, always lacking those comforts which he had grown accustomed to in his childhood. But at this moment, he would trade all the silks in the Iron Palm Palace for a night under the stars, wrapped in Song Lan’s cloak.

Wei Ying is right. Xiao XingChen would have never returned to the Immortal Mountain just for the Emperor’s birthday. Had the trail they were following simply passed through YiLing and continued on, Xiao XingChen and Song Lan would have done the same, neither one mentioning the mountain rearing in the distance.

The price he had paid to protect the throne was given willingly, and out there in the world, with Song Lan by his side, he often forgets that life had once been different. He does not miss the blue of the mountain creek, when he can smell its earthy scent and hear the murmur of its ripples. He does not miss the green of the grass, when he can feel each blade under the palm of his hand. Out there, he is whole, even with parts of him missing.

Here, in the Immortal Mountain, he can never be whole again.

He hears the silky slide of Song Lan’s hair on the pillow before he feels him move. Fingers brush against his cheek, lightly, a soft tickle that always makes him smile. It is hard to smile this morning. It is always hard to smile when his childhood is clogged in his throat, in his nose, when he can feel the texture of it underneath his spine.

Song Lan knows this without having to be told. He knows the guilt XingChen carries for having abandoned his nephew to a life that he, himself, despises. Song Lan knows that renaming the Emperor’s palace does not erase the blood that had smeared its stone arches or marble floors. He knows that the voices echoing in the banquet hall will always be screams to XingChen’s ears.

There are very few people left who remember YanLing DaoRen; none who had seen his madness first hand and still live to tell the tale. There is only XingChen. And the scars those years had left on his soul are still bleeding and raw, despite having decades to heal.

He can hear Song Lan shift, feels a hot breath caress his neck before lips press to the sensitive spot under his jaw. He shudders, exhaling deeply. Even after all the years they have been together, Song Lan’s mouth on his skin never fails to thrill him, each touch as exquisite as the very first one had been. A hand trails over his hip, every callus as familiar as his own.

He smiles now. It is impossible not to smile. Song Lan’s nose is brushing his jaw, his cheek, feather-light touch of eyelashes tickling his temple.  

“I can hear you thinking,” Song Lan whispers in his hair, the hand curving over XingChen’s inner thigh, strong and possessive, the warmth of the grip spreading though XingChen’s skin, coiling in the pit of his stomach.

His breath stutters, the sound loud and new in-between the familiar curtains, reverberating against the familiar walls. They have always shared a bedchamber, those rare times XingChen would allow them to stay in the Immortal Mountain long enough to spend the night. But rarely ever had they done anything other than sleep. It feels awkward here; the shadow of the First Prince he had once been always there, hovering over his shoulder, pressing against his temples, demanding to be acknowledged.

Song Lan’s lips trail over his ear, tongue tracing the curve, teeth scraping against the delicate shell. His hand, well-versed in the layers of XingChen’s sleep robes, does not fumble when searching for flesh. Throat seized with tremors, XingChen wants to speak, but neither his mind nor his mouth has settled on the words he wants to say. A part of him does not want to give in to pleasure here. This palace, these walls, they will never be free of malice. There is an illogical fear that the darkness steeped into its very foundations will somehow seep into the joy he shares with Song Lan, taint it, twist it to its own ends.

Another part of him is already sliding his thighs open, muscles quivering with anticipation, aching to replace the unpleasant memories with something sweet and pure.

When a hand wraps around him firmly, his hips shamelessly arch into the grip. He turns his head to drown a series of whimpers against Song Lan’s mouth. There is always a lazy, languorous quality to Song Lan’s kisses, no matter how large their need, how frantic their bodies. Song Lan kisses as if he has centuries at his disposal, an eternity of pleasure to offer. XingChen has learned to yield to his tongue, to the slow, intoxicating rhythm, regardless of his desperation.

This time, Song Lan pulls away slightly, his breath fever-hot against XingChen’s lips.

“Is this good?” he asks softly, as if XingChen’s need is not obvious, hot and throbbing in his hand, already grown tight and slick to the point of pain.

The part of XingChen that hesitates to give the walls around them any sign of their bliss, to keep their joy forever separate from this place saturated with blood and pain, has shrank small and insignificant, a mere whisper in the back of his mind.

But Song Lan can hear it still. There are no secrets XingChen can keep from the other half of his soul. No grief that Song Lan has not drank from his skin, no tears he has not tasted.

“Yes,” he stutters, hand wrapping around a tense shoulder, fingers digging into the muscle, “It is-- perfect. Do not stop.”

Song Lan smiles against his skin, and pushes the covers aside. The air in the bedchamber is cool, biting, a sharp contrast to XingChen’s overheated skin. His sleep robes are disheveled, gaping open, starkly revealing the most vulnerable parts of him. XingChen cannot see himself, and he has never been ashamed of his own body, aroused and pliant under Song Lan’s hands. But here and now, he feels fragile and exposed, the way he never does when they make love under the stars.  

He cannot see himself, but he hears Song Lan’s breath falter at the sight.

“XingChen,” he says, voice hushed and heavy, fingers lightly catching on the edge of the robe, pulling it open further.

Cold air washes over XingChen’s shoulder, his chest and stomach, a series of goosebumps traveling across his skin. It is always overwhelming, the tinge of awe in Song Lan’s voice, the reverence of his touch. XingChen had spent his childhood being wrapped in the most expensive silks, handled with gentle touches, being spoken to with the utmost respect. But he has never felt so throughly worshiped than he does under Song Lan’s hands, under his devoted gaze.

Song Lan’s tongue is searing on his chest, the teeth catching on delicate flesh, gentle but ruthless in their pursuit. XingChen’s body jerks with every scrape, the sensation unbearable, always too much and never enough. Each time, his fingers will tangle painfully in the silky texture of Song Lan’s hair, both to push him away, and to press him harder to his chest. Each time, he can do neither, equally helpless under the insistent graze of the teeth, the lazy soothing of the tongue. It is exquisite torture, this, and XingChen never knows how long he will have to bear it.

A single word would be enough to stop it, yet XingChen has never spoken it out loud. He has never been able to see any marks that Song Lan leaves on his skin. He had given up his sight long before Song Lan would overcome his stubborn veneration, before he would admit his love for the man he had sworn to serve and protect. But he cherishes each mark he can feel, even when they ache.

The bedchamber is no longer silent now, XingChen desperately gasping for breath, the restless flutter of need pulsing in his ears and throat, underneath his breastbone, in the pit of his stomach. Sometimes, this is all it takes; Song Lan’s mouth on his chest, fingers firmly wrapped around his length, the rhythm steady and relentless. XingChen has rarely asked for more; under Song Lan’s mouth and hands he has always felt loved, adored, desperately needed. That alone has always been enough.

Still, when Song Lan’s mouth slides down his stomach, his muscles tense in anticipation. He smooths the layers of hair he has tangled, his fingers shaky and weak.

“It will not take much,” he says ruefully, his voice hoarse.

Song Lan huffs a laugh against his hip bone, the vibration soft and delighted.

The first swipe of his tongue is almost too much. XingChen hears himself cry out, a sound too loud and frenzied for the somber chambers of the First Prince. But he is no longer aware of the space around  him, or the walls that had so tormented him in the past. Another swipe follows the first, then another, and another, each excruciatingly hot, each providing lightest possible pressure, both cruelly unsatisfying and utterly overwhelming. The tongue dips lower, slick and insistent, and XingChen frantically shifts his trembling thighs, far beyond hesitation or shame. He does not know what Song Lan wants, but all of XingCheng is there for the taking. It always strikes him as the verge of madness, this shameless state where he is no longer himself. Or perhaps, it is the only place where he may be the purest version of himself, with no fears, and no burdens; a selfish, unblemished state, where he only wants to be loved.

The voice that comes from that place is raw, all the veneer stripped away to reveal the need beneath, “Please-- I want-- please.”

Song Lan does not ask what he wants; XingChen is hardly capable of speech. His hands are clenched in the silk sheets so tightly that his fingers are cramping. Each one of his muscles is taut to the point of pain. He is there, at the very edge, but the edge is hairsbreadth one moment, and miles wide the next. This can last for hours too sometimes, an endless lingering at the verge of an abyss, the pleasure drawn out past the point of endurance, until XingChen is sobbing and writhing, begging for release.

This time, Song Lan takes him all at once, mouth slick and hot. He is no longer teasing, but firm and determined. XingChen jerks his hips twice, feeling the narrow space of Song Lan’s throat trying to accommodate him, the tight pressure of his lips at the base, and shakes apart without warning.

It always feels like falling. A few moments of perfect weightlessness, perfect emptiness, pleasure and joy so tightly entwined that they seem one bright whole, blinding and blissful. Long before he can think, long before his shudders subside, Song Lan pulls him close into the safety of his arms. There is a place XingChen intimately knows, a soft dip of muscle between Song Lan’s shoulder and collar bone, where his head nestles perfectly each time.

Once, long ago, home had been a mountain, a city, a palace. Now, home is a single stretch of warm skin under his cheek, a hand on his shoulder blade, soft brush of lips against his forehead.

“Good?” Song Lan asks, and XingChen smiles, his hand sliding underneath Song Lan’s robes.

“Not quite yet,” he says archly, and Song Lan huffs a laugh into his hair.