#shadowspot

[badlydrawntransformers]

Shadowspot and Aquafury redesigns where I make them share more features with their non-TF OC counterparts

[chasing-marigolds]

Moon 1

[skytroops]

And here we are 24 moons into Strike Clowder! A lot of cats ended up in the medicine den by the end of this year, so hoping they survive into Year 3 and onwards. I am hoping that someone has kits in the next year, cuz we've not had any newborns and I wanna see those potatoe sprites!

Fumblefreckle | male | 147 moons old | shameless / excellent mediator

Fumblefreckle has been doing better. He has finally gotten himself out of his grief-induced fog for Coatidance and Kestrelwhisper, and even named a new co-leader; Gravelspeck. He is also aware of Randy’s growing affection for him, which doesn’t upset him as much as he thought it should.

Gravelspeck / female | 95 moons old | strange / good speaker

Gravelspeck was shocked when Fumblefreckle decided to name her his co-leader. She is trying her best to keep the clowder in order, but she can’t say the same for her personal life. Almost all of her kits have suffered some pain, with the worst being Deltapaw dying much too young and. . .she has noticed that Brownstripe doesn’t seem to care as much as he should as their adoptive father.

Bluesplash | female | 86 moons old | ambitious / great speaker

Bluesplash ended up having a severe allergic reaction to a bee sting, which resulted in her being unable to perform her tasks during a rough time for the clowder. While she is thankful for Habanerofreeze, he is both older and less experienced than her, so she is even more desperate for an apprentice.

Habanerofreeze | male | 94 moons old | faithful / very smart

Habanero had spent most of his life wandering the countryside, learning to use all sorts of herbs for healing. He had been approached in his dreams by a spirit, who asked him to seek out and assist their clowder. After travelling for some time, he found Fumblefreckle. Despite not sharing the clowder’s beliefs, he prays for Bluesplash’s future apprentice.

Randy | male | 121 moons old | bloodthirsty / good speaker

Randy has spent a lot of time with Fumblefreckle and has fallen hard for the old tom. He doesn’t want to pressure his leader into anything, so he hasn’t entertained them becoming mates. He is proud of his apprentice becoming a warrior, but they don’t have much of a relationship.

Starling | male | 98 moons old | childish / great fighter

Starling was travelling with a group of loners when he got into an argument with one of them that turned violent. They fought until Starling thought better and ran. Injured, he was chased by the loner onto a busy dragonpath. Before he knew it, as a dragon rushed towards him, a cat tackled him. Sadly both of them were run over, resulting in Starling’s broken back and Snipleap’s death.

Currently, Starling’s survival is still uncertain. Starling isn’t bothered much by this news, as he feels like he’s lived a long life but his heart goes out to Snipleap’s friends.

Halfsprout | male | 78 moons old | careful / good teacher

Halfsprout hasn’t done much of importance this year, but he has become friends with Suncrawl and he is very concerned for her, and the rest of the cats under the herbalists’ care.

Shadowspots | male | 76 moons old | strange / great speaker

A somewhat mysterious tom who walked into Strike’s camp one morning, demanding to become a part of the clowder. Gravelspeck was rather unsettled by his sudden appearance, but Fumblefreckle admired his tenacity and allowed him to stay. He spends his free time telling bizarre stories about the animals he has met in his life.

Brownstripe | male | 67 moons old | calm / fantastic hunter

Brownstripe has stuck close to Gravelspeck, but the distance between himself and his adopted kits has only gotten wider. He still adores his mate, but Gravelspeck isn’t too keen about him at the moment.

After mentoring Lightspots, he has figured that he just isn't interested in being a mentor.

Brushlion | male | 55 moons old | bold / fantastic teacher

Having run away from a neglectful owner, Brushlion wasn’t sure where to go. He tried living on his own but had a rather bad time defending himself from bigger animals, so he sought out a group to live with. He was found by a patrol while trying to hunt on Strike territory. He feels more confident than he’s ever felt, and he is excited to prove himself worthy of his position as a warrior.

Suncrawl | female | 32 moons old | loving / good hunter

Suncrawl got humbled rather hard this year when she tried stealing food from a Man-trap and badly hurt herself when escaping it. She is still in the medicine den, dealing with an infection. Her heart goes out to her brother, as she knew he and Snipleap were very close.

Cloudlight | male | 32 moons old | vengeful / good speaker & Tawnyripple | male | 25 moons old | fierce / great teacher

These two couldn’t have had a worse year. Cloudlight has been destroyed by Snipleap’s death. He blames himself, as he was the one to come up with the idea of keeping surveillance of the dragonpath after finding a dead kittypet there early into the year. He, Snipleap, Tawnyripple and Deltapaw collectively helped bring Brushlion, Savvyshadow, and Starling into the clowder. He. . .also didn’t get the chance to say how much he loved Snipleap.

Early into Deltapaw’s apprenticeship, Tawnyripple got help from Cloudlight and Snipleap in training the younger tom. Together, the group had become closer but Tawnyripple eventually wished to train Deltapaw by himself like any other mentor should. Tragically, when he was taking Deltapaw out for hunting, they had been surprised by a flash flood and Deltapaw was swept away. Tawnyripple, Cloudlight, and Snipleap spent an entire night searching for their joint apprentice, but Deltapaw was nowhere to be found. They had hoped that he had survived, but Bluesplash confirmed to see Deltapaw within the Fallen One’s ranks.

Now Tawnyripple feels like Suncrawl and her mother were correct in their objections, and wishes that Deltapaw was given to somecat else.

Scorchsmoke | female | 18 moons old | strict / great hunter

The only one of the loner litter to not have something bad happen to them. With her brother’s passing, Scorchsmoke has thrown herself into keeping the clan fed and protected. She openly dislikes Brownstripe for seemingly being unaffected by Deltapaw’s death and isn’t too friendly towards her adoptive mother for not calling him out. She has promised to herself that she’ll be a much better parent to her future kits.

When Lightspots became confined to the medicine den for treatment for a bad infection, Scorchsmoke busied herself so she wouldn’t think about her sister’s deteriorating condition. According to Savvyshadow’s spirit, she has a secret.

Shrubpurr | female | 18 moons old | fierce / good fighter

Shrubpurr was so badly hurt by a rogue, she had to spend green-leaf recovering and could not be named a warrior alongside her sisters. Fumblefreckle gave her more than enough time to train as the only apprentice, then was named for her fierce love for her sisters.

She visits Lightspots several times a day to make sure that she is feeling comfortable despite how things are going for her.

Lightspots | female | 18 moons old | sneaky / great speaker

Lightspots’ apprenticeship under Brownstripe was a tense affair, which made her jealous of her siblings’ relationships with their own mentors–especially Deltapaw. She saw the trio of toms treating her brother almost like a younger sibling, all while she barely could emotionally connect with her adoptive father. One thing that intrigued her about Brownstripe was his encounters with Man, so when she became a warrior alongside her sister, she decided to venture into the Man village to explore.

While there, she had gotten mistaken for someone’s kittypet and ended up trapped within a Man nest for several days. She managed to escape, but only after a collar had been put around her neck. Lightspots felt like she needed to prove herself to the older cats to make up for her mistake, but she only ended up having a bad encounter with a fox–which mangled her tail.

She is currently in recovery, but infection has set in and Bluesplash is not sure if she will pull through.

[silverwings-stories]

🌼DaisyClan Bio: Lakespark🌼

Like many of the Clan founders, Lakespark was born not in the forest, but in the stifling streets of the Big Twolegplace. Lake and her two brothers, River and Puddle, started their lives as loners, living in a cardboard box under a bridge. Their mother, Patches, quickly realised she could not take care of her family alone in this unforgiving place. So she gathered up her kits and took them deeper into the Twolegplace, where a group of cats called the Colony was said to live.

The area of the city that the Colony called home was the more industrial part of town, with heavy machinery patrolling the streets and smog blocking out the sun. But the Colony made the best of their situation. They made their camp in an area known as the Junkyard, hunting the rats and mice that were lured there by the smell of twoleg rubbish. The Colony welcomed Patches and her kits, and over the next few moons, Lake, River and Puddle began to flourish in their new home.

Lake grew up to be a fierce fighter, defending the Colony’s home from all manner of trespassers: rogues, dogs, and even twolegs. The cats’ leader admired Lake’s bravery and resolve. The Colony knew she would probably be chosen to guide them once the old leader passed.

But before that time came, Lake started a family. She fell in love with a shy but sweet former kittypet named Henry, and soon they were expecting kits. Sadly, though, only one of the four kits survived their first week. Lake and Henry took the loss hard, but they vowed to be the best parents they could for their remaining kit, a little black she-cat named Shadow, who would grow up to be the group’s healer.

Time went on, and the Colony’s leader grew weaker and weaker. With his dying breath, he proclaimed that Lake would succeed him. Although this didn’t come as a surprise, the Colony celebrated their new leader, and Lake proudly took up the mantle.

As leader of the Colony, Lake helped her cats thrive. She waged war on a group of rogues that had lived on the edge of their territory for moons, eventually driving them out. She sent regular patrols throughout the twolegplace, looking for lone cats who needed the support of the Colony to survive, just as her mother had. But the most notable thing Lake did as leader was introduce a naming system. All cats would be granted a second name when they came of age, to honour their skills or an important part of their life. Lake took the name Lakespark, to honour her ferocity and loyalty to the Colony.

Years went by, and this golden era continued for some time. But it could not last, and when the Long Cold came, everything started to fall apart. Lakespark was an old cat by this time, but she had lost none of her spunk. For a time, she held the Colony together even as cats began to die. But when some members started leaving the Colony in search of a safer life, even Lakespark began to lose hope, especially when Henry decided to leave too. The most painful blow was struck when her daughter Shadowspots died. Lakespark felt as though she could never be happy again.

A tiny bit of hope returned to her the day after her daughter’s death, when Woodpelt, Shadowspots’s apprentice, announced that she had been given a message from their ancestors. Lakespark wasn’t sure that going on a dangerous journey through unfamiliar territory was the answer to their problems, but she was out of options. Lakespark stepped down, and let the cat the message had spoken of take over: Daisyrunner.

The trek to their new home was long and treacherous, and Lakespark lost many more friends along the way. But as lives were lost, one new life was born, a tiny orange tom named Wood, after the healer who saved him. Lakespark realised that this one name didn’t represent everything that this kit meant to the broken Colony. She decided that a cat’s name should grow with them. “A kit is small and innocent, but full of hope. As they grow, their paws will guide them to their destiny.” Lakespark proclaimed. And so Wood began his life as Woodkit. One day, he would become Woodpaw, and then, when the leader decided the time was right, he would earn his second name.

After many moons of travelling, the Colony finally found their new home, and became DasiyClan, with Daisystar as their leader. Lakespark gave the young leader all the guidance she could, helping them find their way. But Lakespark’s time in the Clan’s new home was short. One night, a snake slipped into her den and bit her. But, strangely, as Lakespark felt the venom coursing through her body, she didn’t feel scared. She had done her duty to the Colony, and now, as the first DaisyClan cat to join StarClan, she could watch over them forever more.

>>>

I'm going to start posting a detailed biography of every cat who dies . . . so here's a bit more about DaisyClan's oldest founder, Lakespark!

If you want to see more of my work, I also have an alt account where I post non-clangen art and a YouTube channel.

Thanks for reading, and have a wonderful day!

[jupiterclan-clangen]

MOON ONE, NEWLEAF

Despite being younger than the average age when apprentices graduate, JupiterClan welcomes Airhowl as a new warrior after her mentor talks with Weedstar; the clan honors her wit. Weedstar has been following the process of Brightpaw, who is also younger than average for a warrior. He is named Brighthawk and is praised for his dignity. The JupiterClan leader runs into a loner on the edge of the border who is asking to join. After some thought, Weedstar leads Mouse back, and she is given a proper warrior name, Oleanderstripe. Silentfur takes Oleanderstripe training to show her the ways of a warrior. While searching for herbs, Mumblestripe is unsuccessful and returns to camp sore. Brighthawk, Fishchaser, and Airhowl go on a hunting patrol; the patrol encounters a lizard but is unable to catch the quick reptile. The little lizard lives another day. Shadowspots watches Fishchaser in annoyance wishing she was as youthful as her, if only her bones were as young. Fishchaser begins to tell jokes about Shadowspots, and she is not happy about it at all. Silentfur hears a mouse squeak during a patrol and looks around right in time to spot Brighthawk carrying a fat mouse back toward camp. Weedstar and Silentfur have a wonderful time discussing recent Clan news together

[roboverse]

An entirely normal and happy found family get together.

Aquafury, Shadowspot, and Skippet belong to @badlydrawntransformers!

The birdformers au belongs to @dimorphodon-x!

[nerdyshadow]

Hello everyone!

So, you know how I have my OC Steelhood, right? Well, I have some exciting news! My first proper Cybertronian is going to be part of...

A Combiner group!

I am really proud to be a part of such a large project, and I am happy to be with these lovely people!

I'd like to thank @roboverse, @badlydrawntransformers, @cuppajj, @maja-cherub, @leafythewolf, @xx-kachi-xx, @rollertwo, and @illusive-windss for being an amazing group of friends! Let's make many lovely memes, jokes, stories, and art together.

Three cheers to our new Combiner

Brigade!

[moodys-art]

how's it going? Can I ask about a day at the beach with the squadra or vacations with them? can be platonic please, thank you :D

Vacations + day at the beach with La Squadra -🍃🔅🌊 (platonic)

Hey, I'm doing good, thanks for asking ! I hope you are too. Thank you for your request, it took some time but I really enjoyed writing it. 💕

Risotto

If the team is going on vacations, he's the one to plan everything, along with Prosciutto. Risotto will take care of the administrative and financial part of the trip. He chooses a mansion near the beach, located a day away from where the team lives.

As someone who is used to working all day and during most of his nights, he's certainly not used to suddenly having so much time to himself. Most of the day, he'll wander around the house, not knowing what to do. At first, he may even sleep a whole lot more than usual, hence recovering from all the sleepless nights he used to spend on completing paperwork. But quite quickly, he begins to grow used to this more relaxed way of life and will greatly enjoy any time spent in company of his teammates.

The capo is interested in a lot of things here on vacations. Although he wouldn't be bothered by spending his entire day doing nothing, he still wants to go out and to discover all that the town has to offer. He particularly enjoys sightseeing and hiking along the coasts. Other than that, he'll make one or two trip at a nearby medical facility to donate blood, as it's one thing he always wanted to do but never really got the time for.

Risotto doesn't particularly enjoy the beach nor is interested in bathing, however, he appreciates the calming peace that comes with sunbathing. He could go for a swim or two, and he's really good at it. If you ask him, he may indulge in playing some beach games with the team. His favorite one is volleyball, which he likes to play against Formaggio. The Capo is educated enough to know about the risks and consequences of high sun exposure, so he knows how to protect himself and reminds his team once in a while to be careful.

Prosciutto

Before the team leaves, Prosciutto will make sure that everything is ready. Suitcases, equipments, car gas... He could even be the type to keep a small notebook on him in which he listed all the things they need. Don't be mad at him if he wants to go back to the team's hideout after only a few kilometers, because he wants to make sure that everything is locked once again. If someone else does that thing however, he's going to be pissed off.

Arriving at the mansion, despite his fatigue, he'll be taking things in charge from the get go : everything needs to be unpacked, and if some members of the team have brought some food : it's the priority to put it in the fridge, or in the kitchen.

During the vacations : he will not sleep in late and will wake up almost as early as usual. He makes it a habit to have his coffee and a cigarette at the back of the mansion, enjoying the view on the ocean below, further down the terrace. He still reads the newspaper, as it's a habit he has acquired since quite some time now, and one he's not ready to let go, even on a break.

Prosciutto organizes every trip in town or to cultural sites : he wants to make sure the team visits at least one museum. He always loved discovering art and science through expositions, but since he integrated the mafia, there wasn't that much time for that.

As you could expect from Prosciutto : he's very adamant on using sun protection. He doesn't go to the beach unless he's sure there is enough sunscreen and shadowspots where to rest. The man's also in charge of bringing all the things needed for a day at the location, whether it is optimal sunscreen, sandwiches and snacks, or swimming equipment. Unsurprisingly, he's the type of man to go for a long swim in the sea, doing a very slow and technical breaststroke, just like old people often do when they go for a swim. He'll make it a routine to go swimming everyday (on mornings, usually), and will not stop unless someone is drowning and needs his help. Routine is a must !

Formaggio

Formaggio is the one who will buy every fancy snack he sees at each station the team stops by during the trip. He's the type to already have a nice and big supply of food in a small, second suitcase. Prosciutto was grumpy about that because : "Who needs a second suitcase ? Mamma mia, the car is already overloaded !", but Formaggio convinced him it was nothing other than simple clothing supplies if his own clothes ever got torn apart or stained. You know how he's always a bit clumsy, hm ? When the team arrives at the mansion, Formaggio makes it a priority to put part of his food in the fridge without being seen by Prosciutto, and he will keep the rest safely locked away in his bedroom.

He'll convince the team to play paintball at a location nearby, which will actually be a great way for them all to wind down and get some fun time for once. Although mildly interested, he doesn't accompany Prosciutto and Pesci to museums as he doesn't think paying for that is worthy. You can't even touch paintings and statues ! And you have to be quiet ! What do you mean, he's screaming ? Yeah, don't bring him in there.

Be prepared to be swept away from your sunbathing spot to the volleyball court and encouraged to play for some time. Formaggio is definitely a fan of volley-ball and will spend hours playing it under the sun, even if it's on his own. The only time he leaves the game is to run into the sea and throw himself in the water. He's also completely clueless about the dangers of swimming in a further area and will be the only one in the team coming back with jellyfish stings (not lethal ones, but pretty hurtful and dangerous stings : Prosciutto will have to take the first-aid kit out or take him to a nearby hospital).

Illuso

Illuso is a homebody at heart. He won't be the type to go on vacations, but if he goes, once arrived, he doesn't leave his room very often most of the times. However, he'll enjoy discovering all the hidden corners of the mansion, and count the mirrors to see how he'll manage pranking the others and stealing them their beach towels.

He's going to enjoy going on some shopping sprees every once in a while to try on the most beautiful and luxurious clothes he can find. With his stand, he'll even be able to steal some expensive clothes and come back with the smuggest grin of all grins plastered on his face, but he only does steal if it's not a local shop that helps to sustain people's needs. So he won't really feel guilty if he steals from corporation stores, especially if the sellers act haughty, mean and disdainful, or even simply fake-nice and hypocritical. Most of the time when Illuso is not shopping, he's playing with Formaggio on the beach, out of boredom. He might also seriously consider cooking as a hobby, although he can sometimes mess up simple plates. However, he's very good at making fresh seasoned pasta salads. The team usually enjoys eating them in the evening on the terrace, when the sun sets.

Illuso's often seen hanging out at the cocktail bar, either on his own, either with Melone. He barely handles hot weather, and will sip on his drink while haughtily mocking Pesci's and Risotto's sandcastles. Truth is, he really wants to build one too, but would never try and do so. He also outright refuses to play any kind of intense game/sport, especially at the beach. If there's two things that Illuso hates, it's the sun and exercise.

Pesci

Pesci will bring a lot of his belongings to the mansion, as it gives him a certain sense of comfort : it'll be easier to feel at home there. His room is next to Prosciutto's and he likes to often come and see him to talk about the things they could do with the team the next day and during the rest of the trip.

He enjoys every minute spent with his aniki in local museums, and is actually really educated about biology and marine life - he has the habit to spend a lot of his free time researching and learning about the subject. After having visited the aquarium of the region, he'll happily buy some gifts to the team, to some members he knows appreciate certain creatures. He might even buy a miniature pink shark sclupture to gift to Risotto, because he just thinks that could be a good idea. Despite his external stoic expression, Risotto will be delighted and will carefully wrap the statue in a cloth to protect it until he will be able to put it on his desk, back at the hideout.

The main reason Pesci's was really excited to come to this side of the country is because there's the beach juste beside the mansion, so he can go there as much times as he want, and even eat/snack on the sand. Pesci is way much more into seashell collectioning. He often likes to walk along the beach, and is sometimes seen running on the sand with Ghiaccio. He fairly participates to games, but is careful enough not to stay in the sun for too long as he has a quite sensitive skin !

Melone

Melone will sleep in until the early afternoon ! He likes to spend his time visiting tons of clubs at night and interacting with locals, so that's why he may come back to the mansion very late, and go to sleep at unreasonable hours. Other than that, he likes to help on various domestic chores such as cleaning, helping with the laundry along with Prosciutto.

He spends his afternoons looking up for tourist guides and activities to do during the vacations and is very attracted to the possibility of doing canoe and sky-diving if that's possible. He learns everything about the local culture as well. Melone will grab Pesci and make him visit local restaurants or snacks with him, so they can taste everything the town has to offer !

The main reason Melone would go to the beach, is because he can do some people-watching. He's a bit deceived if the'yre the only ones there, as he's very social when he's not on his computer. A chance that there's the ice-cream seller that he can chatter with ! He enjoys a few cold beverages and cocktails, and begs you to taste the Blue Lagoon one. He's not one to go bathe very much long, neither very far from the coast, especially if there's a lot of alguae in the water. Indeed, the last time his feet touched some, he nearly screeched like a frightened cat.

Ghiaccio

At first, Ghiaccio is incredibly uncomfortable with the idea of sitting locked in a car with his teammates during a whole day. When they arrive at the mansion, the first thing he does is to run to his room where proceeds to unpack all of his stuff. He'll go downstairs to sit in the living room with everyone and silently watch tv, but sleep will come around the corner and kick in very quickly.

During the stay, he might be ok with making some supplies of frozen drinks for the team, by using his Stand and aromas/fruits bought in town. Ghiaccio will spend most of his time exercising on the beach or taking naps in his room. Hot weather makes him incredibly exhausted, which is why he never goes out for too long.

For Ghiaccio, the beach is like 'workout material'. What's better than a giant sand area almost devoid of people where you can run and do push-ups freely ? Nothing, and certainly not a gym where people sit on machines without protecting them with towels first, or where people grunt while looking at their biceps in the mirror. Not that it's a bad thing, but Ghiaccio just can't bear this type of atmosphere, so a calm, flat beach is really a dream come true. Similarly to Melone, he hates being touched by alguae or other things under the water. The fact that he can't see where his feet are, what's under them or if there is something nearby ready to tickle him, freaks him out. If it does happen, he'll try to punch around with his feets and hands and get out of the water as fast as possible (or freeze his way out). You go Ghiaccio !

[exocynraku]

birchpaws mentor is songmist, clawpaws is downwatcher

shadowspot died, i actually liked them a bit dangit

lots more happened, lostpaws mentor is lake, tippaws is lowpoppy, quietpaws is mumbleclaw, cypresspaws is lily, greenpaws is waterstream and swamppaws is rabbittuft!! 

new cat joined, little guy died :(

mumblewish died too :( gonna try to make posts longer spanning multiple moons instead of reblogging posts over and over!

[kittydoesthings]

🍪🍋🍍for S.K.I.P and skippet?

🍪: What is something that's sentimental to your OC?

Skip herself doesn't have any sentimental objects, but Skippet has a little panda teddy bear that Aquafury got for her while they were planet-hopping in the Horizon, Aqua's spaceship.

🍋: What is your OC's most painful memory?

For regular Skip, probably coming online all alone in a run-down factory, and assuming she was the only functioning robot still left from the company. With Skippet, it was probably having to say goodbye to Shadowspot when she left Cybertron with Aquafury in the middle of the war.

🍍: Where does your OC feel most comfortable?

Skip doesn't really have any comfort places. Skippet has a little cubby in her mom's desk that she turned into a sleep area. (She's a roomba transformer so she is very smol compared to most Cybertronians)

[badlydrawntransformers]

so I accidentally messed up the scale of my bird lesbians because albatross are fuckin huge compared to peregrine falcons

birdformers au by @dimorphodon-x

[thedarkivist]

Give us Lady L fluff. Show us a fun day out with her friends. Please.

Of all the ports the shipfrequented, the one between the continent and Elspie was hisfavourite. They could restock on food and water. Besides that,everyone would get to stretch their legs, which included theirunusual passenger. That is, if captain Inkwell had any idea where hadshe wandered off to.

He mentally kicked himself. Sofar, he got barely any information from her, but it was obvious mostof her knowledge of the outside world came from second or third-handaccounts; often they saw her transfixed by something mundane, likethe way the sea changed colours in different types of weather, or howtheir navigator read the maps and the night sky to make sure they hadthe right course. She would sit with the sailors and listen to theirstories, follow around the ship’s cat to play with her, and sheresponded to everything new with curiosity and delight. So, really,he should’ve paid better attention to whether she was stillfollowing him.

He turned back, retracing hissteps and looking for any sign of a young woman wearing a plain whitedress and a dark veil hiding her face. Her mannerisms and choice ofclothing implied a background in a religious order, although Inkwelldidn’t know those well enough to guess which one. Aside from that,she was also too ladylike to fit in with his crew, and he suspectedthat she’d stood out like a pearl in cobblestones in the port aswell.

He was right and didn’t evenget to gloat about it.

The young lady was sitting on abench, gripping its edges tightly. Inkwell sauntered towards her withhis hands in his pockets, slouching a little.

“Forgot how to walk,shadowspot?”

She buried her veiled face in herhands. “It’s too much.”

Inkwell squatted down and put hishand over hers – cold and clammy. “What is?”

“It… it just is!”

He glanced back. Nothing aboutthe market in the port seemed out of order. The streets were lined bycolourful stalls carrying all types of merchandise anyone couldimagine, and the air was fresh with the fragrance of sea and sweetwith all the smells wafting from those stalls that offered food. Themarket had its own music composed of many voices speaking at the sametime, the ringing of bells from a nearby temple and the steadydrumming of countless feet wandering to and fro.

… now he thought about it, hewas beginning to understand what she meant.

“Do you want to go back to theship?” he asked, keeping his hands over hers.

She shook her head no. “I justneed a moment.”

Inkwell sat next to the girl andwrapped an arm around her shoulders. She rested her head against hisside, her veil getting all crumpled in the process. For severalminutes, they stayed there in silence enjoying the fresh sea breeze.

“You good?” he inquired,giving her shoulder a soft squeeze.

“Yes, thank you.”

They got up and headed into thedepths of the market, the young lady holding onto Inkwell’s sleeveas they walked. Normally, he’d tease her about that, but decided toleave that for later, after she could get used to the buzz somewhat.

“Never been to a marketbefore?”

“A few years ago.” Her gripon his sleeve tightened. “But it wasn’t so big. It was a religious event. Lots of pilgrims and singing and prayers and-” shevaguely gestured towards a stall offering sparkling jewellery- “noneof that, of course.”

“… are you sure it was amarket? Weren’t you just being held hostage?”

“Well, it was more like a fair,but Lady Ava’s order places little value on… worldly things.”

Ava, the goddess of life. Inkwellwas quite disappointed with himself for not figuring that outearlier. Then again, Ava’s priestesses seldom left their templeunless they absolutely had to, and even then they travelled in packs.

“You’re far from home.”

“I was no longer welcome.”

Inkwell stopped dead in histracks. A soft-spoken, mild-mannered young woman who spent hermornings and nights in prayer forced to leave her temple? Lady Ava’sworshippers tended to be open-minded, if reclusive, so that struck him as strange.

The young woman stopped as well.She let go of Inkwell’s sleeve and shrugged. “Lady Ava’s wishesand the rules of her order sometimes don’t have much in common.”

It crossed his mind that thepriestess’ thoughts distorted reality, that is, more than wasnormal in humans. But she spoke with such innocent conviction, as ifshe didn’t doubt for a second she was in close touch with herdeity, and it would break his heart, if it wasn’t safely stored inhis wife’s possession.

“That’s often the case.”

“I chose her.” She looked up,searching for something in the cheerful emptiness of the blue skyabove them and then said something that would haunt Inkwell for months to come. “And she chose me.”

[kittydoesthings]

Meh, why not, I’ll jump on this

I made up five random characters for a fanfic, and I’m more attached to two of them, so I’ll talk about them. Their names are Shadowspot and Aquafury, and they’re basically cybertronian versions of two of my ocs, Moxie and Esmerelda.

Shadowspot (inspired by Moxie) is a small black seeker with neon accents and white optics. She’s energetic and cheerful and an absolute dumbass. She’s the type to rush head first into something and inevitably get her aft handed to her. She’s an ex-Decepticon who defected because she wasn’t on-board with their ideas. Her alt mode is a small fighter jet of some kind.

Aquafury (inspired by Esmerelda) is Shadowspot’s girlfriend (or whatever the cybertronian equivalent is, they’re not quite conjunxes yet) and is much larger in comparison. She’s teal and silver with red optics. She acts as Shadowspot’s common sense and is the holder of the braincell. She acts calm and collected, but she’s prone to panicking over things sometimes, and she’s also just a smidge shy but she’s friendly once you get to know her. She used to be an Autobot but left because she wasn’t exactly comfortable taking part in this war. Her alt mode is some sort of large ground vehicle, my first thought is a bus or truck, but maybe something else could fit her as well.

So I’ve had a couple of bad days– but you know what would cheer me up? Hearing about your TFsonas and Transformers OCs! 

Tell me about all them! *o* 

This is Nightlight! She’s a moped. Back before the War, she was a courier ( ala the bicycle delivery services in large cities like NYC ) and absolutely despised it. She had a glitch that made getting around her city difficult. 

She wanted to be an archivist, but she didn’t have the aptitude for it. Now during the War she works mainly as an unappreciated, unimpressed admin in the Security Dept. Meaning that Red Alert is her boss. ;;;;

I know the name doesn’t really ‘fit’, but I thought it was cute and now it’s stuck …

[jupiterclan-clangen]

Info about JupiterClan

JupiterClan Allegiances (Up to date from most recent story post)

LEADER:

WEEDSTAR - shorthaired red blotched tabby tom with pastel green eyes

DEPUTY:

SILENTFUR - longhaired white and black spotted tabby molly with dusty orange eyes

HEALER:

MUMBLESTRIPE - longhaired black silver broken mackerel tabby and white tom with kinked, short tail and pale orange eyes

WARRIORS:

FISHCHASER - longhaired black broken mackerel torbie molly with patchy brush-coated fur, extra toes and green eyes

APPRENTICES:

BRIGHTPAW - shorthaired sable broken braided tabby burmocha and white tom with baby blue eyes

AIRPAW - shorthaired white and black smoke broken pinstripe-braided tabby molly with one ice blue eye, one auburn eye

ELDER:

SHADOWSPOTS - shorthaired sable mackerel tabby and white molly with russet eyes

[nerdyshadow]

Hello everyone!

Seems I decided to share some memes about our combiner adventures so far! ^^

This was just something I thought would be fun to make.

Characters:

Steelhood and Canis (Me)

Cascade and Grammostola (@roboverse)

Trickster and Nightshade (@leafythewolf/@rubyleonis)

Shadowspot and Skippet (@badlydrawntransformers)

Betablade and Livy (@maja-cherub)

Give these lovely people all the love and appreciation they deserve! I'm glad to have them as my buddies. ^^

[tarkatan]

A black cat with a dark-gray underbelly, muzzle, tail tip, ear tips, and spots around the eyes. Your name would be Shadowspots (what do you mean I shouldnt use shadow shhhhh. If you want to stick to that then UH Darkspots.)

(I'm not picky about using "forbidden" names nfndbfb) I love it!