#switched destinies rever

[sinraisedtoanartform]

I find it so hot & erotic that the first time Sebastian meets the Professor in The Hound of the D’urbersvilles he straight up gives himself to him. his experience meeting this man is so profound and impactful a switch in his brain flips & goes ‘yup, he owns me’ no questions asked. He just decided Moriarty is his everything & I love that for him. This tougher than nails, killer who has seen death in all forms, who has explored unknown lands, who gambles with life possibly on the daily. Spends a couple of minutes in the presence of this ‘cobra, eyed mother fucker that stirs insane deep uncomfortable feelings in him’ & he is completely cool for Moriarty to do as he will with him. In Moran’s own words:

“I knew, my destiny & his Wound together, it was a sensation I had never gotten before, upon meeting a man, when I had it from women, the upshot ranged from disappointment to attempted murder, understand me, Professor James Moriarty was a hateful man, the most hateful, hatable creature I have ever known, not excluding Sir Augustus & Kali’s kitten & the abdominal snow bastard & the reverent Henry James Prince. He was something man shaped that had crawled out from under a rock & moved into the madder house. But at that moment I was his, & I remained his forever. If I am remembered it will be because I knew him. From that day on. He was my father, my commanding officer, my heathen idol, my fortune & rapture. god I could do with a stiff drink.”

-Col. Sebastián Basher Moran. The Houd of the D’urbersvilles. By Kim Newman

[lucifer-seducer]

Switch up my style, I take any lane. I switch up my cup, I kill any pain.

Step forth with reverence and curiosity, for you have entered a domain steeped in shadow and fire, where secrets lie veiled and destinies are shaped by the brave.

I. 𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒅𝒔.

These are the page of a diary belonging to twenty five years old guy named Kalingga Arsyanendra. In which i will romanticize every breath of my life, I'm in journey toward self-love and learning self compassion all while working as a full time bureaucracy slave. Depends on the circumstances, I might be a combination of introverted and outgoing. Proudly declared himself as an ISTP.

II. 𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒄𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕

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IV. 𝑭𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆(𝒔)

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[maximumpiratecreation]

OC Claudia

Personality: Brooding, secretive; tough to break but becomes a sex crazed when broken

Height: 173cm

Eyes: Blue

Breasts: G Cup

Kinks: Monster fucker(hidden, revealed when broken), as a nun she abstains from sex; Hard Dom(switch one broken)

Forms: Warrior-Nun

Fandom: multi-fandom

Claudia was born into a pious family on the outskirts of the Holy Dominion, a sprawling theocracy ruled by a divine order known as the Sanctum Templaris. From a young age, Claudia was immersed in the teachings of the Light, the divine force revered by the Sanctum. Her family, once devout farmers, offered Claudia to the church in the hopes that she would ascend to the prestigious rank of Templar—elite holy warriors tasked with protecting the faith.

She trained in the sanctified halls of the Citadel of Radiance, proving herself to be a prodigy in both martial combat and spiritual devotion. Wielding a massive hammer in the shape of a cross, engraved with holy scripture and clad in divine armor, Claudia was a beacon of hope for the downtrodden. Her rise was meteoric, and by the age of eighteen, she became one of the youngest Templars to lead crusades against heretics, demonic incursions, and dark sorcerers.

Everything changed during the Purge of Valenstadt, a mission that would shatter Claudia’s faith and forever alter her destiny. The Sanctum Templaris declared the prosperous trading city of Valenstadt, to be a den of heresy and infested with demons due to unapproved arcane practices. Claudia was chosen to lead the crusade against the city. She obeyed without question, trusting the church’s judgment.

However, when Claudia and her sisters stormed the city, they found no evidence of heresy or demons—only frightened civilians and struggling mages trying to survive in a harsh world. The order from the Sanctum was clear: leave no survivors. Claudia hesitated but ultimately followed through, slaughtering the innocent in the name of the Light.

As the screams of the dying echoed in her mind, Claudia’s faith began to waver. She could no longer reconcile the Sanctum’s teachings of mercy and justice with the horrors she had unleashed. Her doubts grew into rage when she discovered that the crusade had been ordered not for spiritual reasons but to seize Valenstadt’s wealth for the church’s coffers.

Haunted by guilt and disillusionment, Claudia confronted the High Templar Council. She demanded accountability for the atrocity at Valenstadt, but her defiance was met with scorn and punishment. The council branded her a heretic, stripped her of her rank, and ordered her execution.

Refusing to bow and submit to fate. She cut her bashed through the Sanctum’s forces, escaping with nothing but her shattered faith and her bloodstained armor. The once-pristine templar now wandered as an outcast, hunted by the very order she had once served.

In the years that followed, Claudia became a legend whispered in the shadows—a warrior nun who had turned her back on the Light but still wielded its power. She forged a new identity, taking on mercenary work of monster slaying and alien hunting to survive while quietly dismantling the Sanctum’s corruption from the outside

[aishangotome]

Chapter 7-16 Wine Bag and Rice Bag (good-for-nothing) (酒囊飯袋)

Chapter 7-13

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Liu Bian: Ah... It's still better outside the palace! This breeze feels so good...

He leaned against the curtain of the carriage with a relaxed expression.

The devout followers of the Five Pecks of Rice sect brought news that they witnessed Cao Song's whereabouts on this road. So, we set out.

You: You still haven't told me how you went from being the Emperor in the palace to where you are today?

Liu Bian: We grew up in Hidden Kite Pavilion. I never felt like I belonged in the palace.

Liu Bian: The funny thing is, the people in the palace felt the same way.

He chuckled softly, a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

Liu Bian: My father, the Emperor, and the Empress Dowager didn't like me, and I couldn't be bothered to win their favor. So, I was confined to Yuntai Palace.

You: Yuntai Palace... The Yuntai Palace that burned down in the second year of Zhongping? That place is... that place is...

Liu Bian: Are the words "cold palace" so hard to say?

Liu Bian: Four times I found poison in my food, twice I encountered assassins. There were venomous snakes in my bedchamber, and during the plague, no one came to burn medicinal herbs.

You: They still couldn't get rid of you after all that?

Liu Bian: This is fate. Unless I drink the poisoned wine myself, I will be protected by destiny.

His fingers gripped the curtain, the bamboo blinds creaking softly.

Liu Bian: The cold palace had its advantages. Nobody cared about it, nobody cared about me. One day, I discovered a secret passage out of the palace.

Liu Bian: Just like that, I started going back and forth between the palace and the outside world, meeting all kinds of people.

You: How is that possible... How could you adapt to life outside the palace...

Liu Bian: You think I didn't know about the suffering of the people, right?

Liu Bian: You think I haven't seen cannibalism, haven't seen people having their bellies cut open to "fly kites"? I was almost eaten once!

You: Who saved you?

He clasped his hands together, fingers interlocked, and made a gesture of respect.

Liu Bian: The Five Pecks of Rice Way, Master Zhang.

Liu Bian: Even when revered as a celestial being, one's lifespan has its limits. He needed someone to inherit the teachings of the sect, so he chose me.

You: So you assumed his name and became the new "Master Zhang."

Liu Bian: "Assumed" sounds so unpleasant. It was inheritance.

You: I'll believe you for now. But you must stop spreading rumors and deceiving the masses.

Liu Bian: I only wish for the people to be free from suffering. "Emperor Liu Bian" couldn't achieve this, so I needed to shed that identity.

You: I see... But how did you manage to switch Dong Zhuo's poisoned wine?

Liu Bian: There are also followers of the Five Pecks of Rice among the palace servants!

Liu Bian: So? Do you see that "good-for-nothing" in a new light now?

You: ... Ugh!!!

The carriage suddenly stopped, and I almost bit my tongue.

Guard: Your Highness, there's an overturned carriage ahead. It seems to be the one we're looking for.

You: ... "Overturned"?

The carriage lay on its side, the bodies of two attendants sprawled beside it...

The guard approached the carriage and lifted the blood-soaked curtain...

Guard: ... He's... dead.

Cao Cao's father, Cao Song, is dead.

You: Secure the body. The blood is still fresh; the murderer can't be far.

Liu Bian: Why keep the body? Better to burn it and be done with it!

You: With Cao Song dead, his body is our bargaining chip with Cao Cao.

Refugee: Look! Those people over there are robbing the carriage! And they look quite well-off!

Beggar: It's the Prince of Guangling! Someone told us to get out of the way earlier, saying that the Prince of Guangling's procession was passing through!

Peasant Girl: The Prince of Guangling robbed and murdered that carriage?!

Why are there so many people here all of a sudden?!

You: We can't let this news spread! If Cao Cao finds out, it's all over! Stop them!

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Chapter 7-20

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[a-v-j]

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[despair-ninja-everything-agency]

For someone who uphold Truth above all else, something as fake as the Happydemic/Happyfication would only elicit disgust within him.

In which Ougon (Kakera!Dream) confronts Rever (SwitchedDestinies!Dream) over the Happydemic event. Rever, naturally, had no idea who is this guy, what is he talking about, or why does he suddenly appeared in his throne room.

Just some little thing I come up with while keeping up with AVJ’s Happydemic stuffs.

What is shading oof :’)

Umineko no Naku Koro Ni (C) Ryukishi07

UnderTale (C) Toby Fox

original DreamTale (R) @jokublog

Switched Destinies AU (R) @xxpurple-lovexx

KakeraTale, as well as Lord Quill Ink and the Colored Truth Sanses’ design belongs to me

[untitled-byler-blog]

Who was Mike talking about in the Pizza Van?

Hi friends; it’s 7am and I whipped this up because I’ve been procrastinating it and people were talking about it in the tag last night and I don’t want someone to do it before me... sorry if this is incoherent!

*every time Mike looks at Will

“We could play DnD and Nintendo for the rest of our lives”* (Mike looks away before replying)

Mike gets distant because he doesn’t want to admit how much he wants this. Will interprets it as his missing/worrying about El – “she’s gonna make it”* – so Mike jumps on that, looking away before he opens his mouth:

“But*… but what if after all this is over, she (Mike looks in the opposite direction of Will)… sh… she doesn’t need me anymore?”*

Hesitancy on the word “she”

When has El shown her reliance on Mike? She’s shown a wish to be in a relationship with him, but Mike very seldom “protected” her… the only time coming to mind being when he tried to keep her from overexerting herself in s3, but everyone (El included!) is against him then.

“I keep telling myself that [she’ll always need me], but I… I don’t believe it.”*

El has been shown to not be coping well without Mike, going so far as to lie to him and get mad at him for what affection he tried to show her (the letters); whereas he and Will haven’t been in much contact. And it’s “El’s being bullied’ not Will, who was constantly the target in Hawkins. Especially prior to the ElMike fight, if Mike thought one of the Byers twins didn’t need him, I’d definitely think it was Will. Even after the fight, El wants Mike’s support. That’s why she wants him to say “I love you” and that’s why she makes a point of telling him “I have gone to become a superhero again” – I’ve gone to become what you want me to be so that you still need me.

“I mean, she’s special*. She was born special. Maybe I was one of the first people to realize that.”

I know this has been addressed by itself before, but… El grew up in a lab that experimented on her in order to develop telekinetic abilities – and Mike knows this – so in what world would Mike think himself the first person to see El as “special” ?? I think it more likely that he’s thinking again about asking Will to be his friend. “[I saw this boy all alone on the swings when we were five and decided to ask him to be my friend.]”

“But the truth is, when I stumbled on her in the woods, she* just needed someone. It’s not fate. It’s… it’s not destiny. It’s just dumb luck. And one day she’s gonna realize I’m just some random nerd* (the camera had been focused on Will, and when it switched back to Mike he was already looking at Will again.) that got lucky that superman landed on his doorstep. I mean, at least Lois Lane is an ace reporter for the Daily Planet, right? *But…”

So, if this is about Will, the “stumbling on her in the woods” is his meeting Will at the swings. And it also draws a parallel between Will and El: they both needed someone when they met Mike. While I agree with the idea that Will was alone because he “already knew how to handle being alone” I don’t think that means he didn’t want to make friends; and so Mike sees that as “dumb luck” because he was just in the right place at the right time to befriend this boy that he reveres so much; and now, with him seemingly thriving out in California, he’s worried his best friend doesn’t need someone to “look after him” anymore (like Mike was too willing to do in s2.)

I don’t think I need elaborate on the Superman line, especially when he uses the word “superhero” whenever he addresses El (403 fight, 408 monologue). And I think his jumping on the Lois Lane analogy without seemingly having a point he’s trying to make is because he realized his mistake “oh yeah I’m saying El is like superman and I’m Lois Lane – genders are irrelevant to the metaphor; I’m not trying to imply that I’m actually talking about a guy.”

And I think this ties nicely into Mike’s monologue in The Piggyback. By now, we (mostly) all acknowledge that everything Mike said was in response to what Will told him; but what if that was partially because he was pretending to be talking to Will when he was reassuring El. He only says “I love you” after being urged by Will – what if his hesitancy was his psyching himself up like “just pretend you’re talking to Will. You’re in love with Will, so you can say ily to him. Oh shit wait– ‘you’re my superhero. Listen to all this stuff that you (El, you’re EL) can do that no one else can so no one thinks I’m thinking about someone else!’” (My boy is, like, constantly in panic mode and I love him for that. Big mood – very relatable.) 

“No, I… it’s so stupid given everything* that’s going on” [with El, to be thinking about our relationship friendship]

M: “It’s just … I… I don’t know, I just… uh…”

W: “You’re scared of losing her”*

(and not just a glance, Mike full-on stares at Will, watching his every move as he takes out the painting.) [tender, emotional music]

His face lights up when he looks at the painting because he thinks “Holy shit, could Will feel the same way?” And I do also think that Mr. Rocks for a Brain could have connected the dots of “this is the painting Will was working on for someone he likes” UNTIL Will pulls out the uno reverse card of “El commissioned it” and suddenly Mike is dejected because 1) not the same painting, because El didn’t know what the other one was about and 2) he’s reminded that he was just talking about “El” and is sad that Will didn’t understand his double mean. (And, if Mike was genuinely talking about Will, I don’t think Will realized this, solely because he believes it impossible for Mike to return his feelings.)

In conclusion, this boy is so scared of losing his best friend because he’s in love with him.

Ok I’m done <3 ✌🏻👀😮

[a-v-j]

Never thought I'd ever see someone make Delusion and Rever in the same picture.

So um....this is another thing from the crappy book that I made...the SDB Yellow Base!

(AKA: The second Dream Team)

More Dreems:)

Sun/Swapdream: @song-song-a

Rever: XThe-Purple-GlitchX

Delusion: @xx-avj-xx

[minefield-of-a-ninja]

Characters: Soldier Boy/Beau Arlen/Jensen (whoever you want it to be) x unnamed female

Words: 830

Warnings: explicit, bondage, blindfold, power exchange

Author’s notes: brain dump post-Charcon images

He makes me feel like royal filth, cherished and depraved.

“Sweet girl,” he murmurs against the shell of my ear, his sumptuous lips and neat beard, sending shocks over my skin. He scrapes teeth over my skin as he twists his fingers in the back of my hair.

His voice is clear as a bell, succinct and warm. He only says what he means.

“I need to come,” I whine, pulsating under the buzzing wand he’s directing over my clit.

“Then come,” he hums as the Hitachi shifts angles and he thrusts it against my opening and up, almost inside, so rough.

I’m bound by my wrists and ankles to the bedposts, blindfolded and overloaded. Whenever he ties me down and cuts off my sight, he makes me come a hundred different ways before he even gets his dick wet, and it feels like some kind of dire execution.

I gush and grind against the device in his hand, and the air fills with my gasps and cries. Then his mirthful praise joins in, layering over the wet, sucking and mechanical whirring from between my legs.

“That’s my good girl,” he coos, switching off the instrument before discarding it aside. “Now, what should I do to you?”

I whimper and drool, limp and lifeless. “I don’t... I can’t,” I whisper.

He’s been at it full-bore for an hour already, and I’m undone.

“Oh, come on, princess. All you gotta do is lay there and take what I give you like the pretty slut you are.”

I groan in anguish from the blend of his low, smooth voice being rude.

He drags his heavy fingers and palms over my skin as he descends to the foot of the bed. I hear and feel him unbuckle my restraints and sigh when he begins to work the muscles in my calves and thighs.

“This your favorite part? Bein’ unraveled and laid out, huh?”

“Mhmm,” I reply, licking and chewing my lips.

“Mhmm,” he echoes, sliding back up my body, pushing me up closer to the pillows, and straddling my hips. The brush of soft denim warms my skin. “Gonna leave the blindfold on, though.”

I nod, trying not to think about the way he looks, flawless from his soft, deliberately tousled hair to his well-manicured fingertips to his perfectly shaped toes. Excellence like this should make him seem like a distant statue, revered by untouchable, but he’s too warm for that.

He unfastens my wrists, letting the cuffs drop to the bed. The straps are heavy enough that they slither from atop the plush comforter, dragging the cuffs with them to the floor with a soft thunk. I exhale as he begins to gently massage the muscles in my neck and shoulders, squeezing down my arms.

“I’m gonna roll you over now and you’re gonna stay put. No peeking, no touching, and only move when I move you. We clear?”

“Clear,” I reply, doing my best to slow my breathing as he cradles my head in his hands and dips in to kiss the hinge of each jaw and then my lips.

He’s winding me up again, savagely and exquisitely. Then he’s backing off, climbing off of my to stand. Fabric rustles, his belt buckle clangs, and I wait.

I’m breathing with intention, trying to focus, but my gut reaction is to fight or fly, never to freeze. The act of giving power to someone else for my own destiny, if only for an hour or two, doesn’t come easily. I have to practice.

The mattress dips as he knees onto the bed, guiding me to roll over onto a thick bolster pillow. “You know I’d play with you all night, but you’re about boil over. It’s a beautiful thing, you letting me have this, to give it to you.”

He adjusts the bolster just right then climbs between my knees, smoothing his big, warm hand from my coccyx up over my spine to my skull to grip my neck. He knees me open wider and the broad tip of his cock slips and slides down and up the slick seam of my cunt.

As he pushes inside, we groan in unison and my back bows on its own. I fist the duvet and bite the pillow, muffling my cries for him to fuck fuck fuck.

“I gotcha,” he whispers, setting a rhythm. He releases my neck to brace his hand between my shoulder blades as his other hand wraps around my ankle to lift my leg and bend my knee, shifting me to a position that makes me gasp and shout.

“That’s right, right there. What’d I say, princess? I gotcha. Fuck that’s good.”

I’m not even trying to maintain a sense of control any longer. I don’t know what I’m saying, either, but there are sounds punching from my chest with every thrust.

He swells inside me, and I burn below him. Tears and spit soak the pillow under my face as I spray the bedding beneath us and he comes inside me with a roar.

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[dragon-wisteria]

Origins: Draco (Part One)

The girl in yellow leaped into the air, towards the winged Celestial beast that snaked through the air above the city.

The beast dove to meet her, jaws open wide. She twisted out of its way and extended a hand out to the side as it turned to snap at her again. A long silver spear materialised and she plunged it with deadly precision into the monster's throat.

With a loud roar, the beast disintegrated into a shower of sparks. The girl dropped lightly to the ground, and the video ended.

Akira let out a reverent breath. “She is so cool.”

She switched off the phone and handed it back to Shinobu.

Her friend grinned. “She’s been the only one in any footage for weeks! I’m pretty sure she’s the only one still fighting.” She pocketed her phone as they headed down the street. “That means they’ll be picking the new girls soon. Just think! Any day now we could become maidens.”

Akira adjusted the strap of her school bag. “I guess so,” she said.

“What, that’s all? Don’t act like you haven’t considered it,” said Shinobu. “You’re the only person I know more obsessed with magic than me.”

“Of course I’ve thought about it. It’s just… there’s probably lots more girls who are better choices than me.”

“Hey, don’t sell yourself short! I’m sure you’d make a great maiden! Don’t you think so, Mai?”

Beside her, Akira’s little sister nodded enthusiastically, her ribboned pigtails bouncing. “You’d be great.”

Shinobu adjusted her glasses and grinned. “I’m telling you Akira, this is our destiny! We’ll be the strongest heroes Star City’s ever seen!”

next

[kobakova]

Dragon Age and how it addresses oppression

ok so disclaimer this is not the rewrite of the Elven pantheon (the thing I keep promising I know I’m terrible) however it is an introduction to it and basically the reason why I feel the need to rewrite it in the first place! It’s a bit wordy, but I hope you take the time to read through it, as it took a lot of time and effort and I would super appreciate it! Today I stumbled upon a tik tok that was discussing how DA handles oppression and it motivated me to create a post about how I believe the way DA handles it is problematic at its core. I am not going to link the tik tok, as the creator has asked not to be put on blast, though I am including a word for word transcription of what the creator has said to avoid altering or skewing their message. I want to add that this is not an attack on the creator and what they said, more importantly it is an analysis of how other players perceive the oppression addressed within the game and how that proves that there is a serious problem with how DA handles it.

It is evident to me the message Dragon Age is trying to express is that oppression HAS to happen and that there is a reason to oppress. There are many examples within the game that prove this statement, though I want to focus mainly on how oppression impacts the mages and the Dalish, and how you as the main character can choose to perpetuate that oppression. To begin, here is the transcription of the tik tok below, which addresses oppression through the treatment of the mages.

“When it comes to mages, dragon age gives us a very clear picture that yes, these are people, they have hopes they have dreams they want to do better for themselves, they want to help others, we see this very clearly especially in DA2 where the whole plot revolves around mages rebelling. However, we also see very clearly in DA2 what can happen when a mage is left unchecked. Abominations, blood magic, the ability to force ones will onto somebody is a real threat with mages. Whether they succumbed to blood magic, whether they succumbed to the temptations of demons. These are unique challenges that face mages. And whether or not they should have freedom is true. And the game even gives us an amazing depiction of what could happen through Tevinter mages. What happens if mages are truly released, they have freedom. They might turn out like the Tevinters. Mages can become the ones solely on top oppressing other groups. A situation of the minority suppressing the majority. Whereas all the other lands of Thedas it���s the majority oppressing the minority. We have to grapple with these choices, whether not you kill a blood mage or you let them live. Or whether not you side with the mage rebellion or you side with the templars in DA2. It doesn’t pretend like it’s easy, and it doesn’t pretend to be something that it’s not. It doesn’t pretend to be real life. It gives unique challenges and unique decisions.”

My problem with DA is that you make choices through the role of an oppressor, which is very clear within Dragon Age: Inquisition as your rise to power then gives you the choice to oppress. The transcription above proves that a player has to make their decisions through the lens of an oppressor because you can determine the freedom or oppression of other people, in this case, the mages. Oppression cannot be a tool used for good because it is inherently bad, it only belittles others and is used to gain power. This could be a valuable lesson on how once power is gained so then is the ability to oppress, and how with the responsibility of power you should make choices based on what is best for the people who are oppressed. However, Bioware fails to follow through with this message for the sake of keeping their game morally grey. Instead, Bioware creates reasons and excuses for certain groups to be oppressed, thus making it okay for the player to make a decision that oppresses because either within their history something bad happened or there are certain people within the group that have done bad things. For example, all blood mages are considered evil due to some mages using blood magic in order to oppress and harm. However, we see in the game that not all blood mages are evil, and use blood magic to help. Despite this, all who use blood magic are deemed evil and if used, even if it means they are trying to escape an oppressive system, they will become Tranquil. When addressing Tevinter mages it’s evident that they have gained power, however they have chosen to oppress with this power. Being born with the ability to use magic is having the ability to gain power over another, but it is up to the individual to use that power to oppress or to use it to assist others. The ability to use magic itself is not an oppressive tool, because it has the ability to do good, it is the decisions of the individual that make it oppressive if the person decides to be an oppressor. If Bioware wasn’t so adamant about keeping the game morally grey, then they would’ve had an opportunity to create really interesting and important lessons on power and oppression that would better reflect our political landscape.

Now I want to move onto the Dalish, because I have a serious issue with how Bioware addresses the oppression they face and I believe it is important to mention. As stated above, Bioware chooses to ignore the dismantling of oppression, and instead creates reasons in order  to excuse the oppression of a group simply due to the fact that no group is perfect and they all have their issues. This is evident within the Trespasser DLC when discovering the true nature of the elven gods, which I will paste below:

!! Warning: spoilers ahead !!

“Following the initial events of the Exalted Council, the Inquisitor uncovers the reality that the Elven Gods were in fact phenomenally powerful mages who rose in prominence after the end of an unknown war. Solas implies that the Evanuris started out as generals during the war, then respected elders, and finally were revered as gods. They started out as heroes of the famed war eventually becoming corrupt tyrants in order to hoard and maintain their own power. The Evanuris institutionalized a system of slavery using Vallaslin as a brand, with only Fen'Harel (and more subtly, Mythal) challenging their tyranny. Most of the gods were arrogant in their ways, their power and attitudes more akin to the Tevinter Magisters. Eventually, the other Evanuris plotted against Mythal and killed her, prompting Fen'Harel to lead a rebellion against them and later creating the Veil to banish them into the Beyond,”

(https://dragonage.fandom.com/wiki/Elven_pantheon).

From what I’ve seen, little is known about the Elven Pantheon before Dragon Age: Inquisition and the discovery that the elven gods are actually powerful mages is only represented within the Trespasser DLC. Though I have learned later that this was always the plan for the Elven Pantheon, which was to expose the gods for being tyrants who enslaved their own kind. It is clear that Bioware took inspiration from Native tribes to then create the Dalish elves (even within the name, since there is the Salish Kootenai tribe and Bioware literally just switched the first letter) and this is why I have a major issue with how they chose to handle the oppression that the Dalish are impacted by. Throughout the Dragon Age games, we see the torment that the Dalish suffer through from name calling to the complete erasure of the elven race; Bioware even goes as far as to take significant historical events like the Trail of Tears and write them into the elven history. This is why the Trespasser DLC angers me, because after all you learn about the Dalish and what is done to oppress them, it almost seems brushed off after it is exposed that the elven gods were similar to Tevinter mages. This type of message has real world implications, and can impact how people perceive Native people. Within my own experience as a Native person, I’ve had people argue to me that the oppression Native people face has reason because we have also owned slaves which is COMPLETELY untrue. I was shocked to see this exact reason be integrated into the Trespasser DLC, and it worries me because some players will see that and find it perfectly rational to think that because of the Dalish’s history it is then okay that they were oppressed. Throughout history, America and other countries that have oppressed Native and Indigeous people have created excuses and reasons to oppress them (from excuses like we are s*vages that need to be educated, to reasons like the Manifest Destiny). Therefore, it is incredibly harmful that Bioware would use the same type of reasoning not only for the Dalish but for the mages and the Qunari as well. Finding a reason to oppress a group does not create progressive change, it only divides us and keeps the oppressed groups oppressed and keeps the oppressors in power. Bioware needs to change how they approach oppression, and instead actually teach players the tools needed in order to dismantle oppression. 

I hope to be able to change how the Dalish are perceived, and show through my rewrite of the elven pantheon and also rewrites of missions involving the Dalish how to dismantle oppression through the choices and involvement of the inquisitor. I thank you all for taking the time to read and if there are any questions please don’t be afraid to ask!

[prose-for-hire]

Amend and make do

[Very late 12 Days of Christmas fic]

Pairing: Angel x reader

Request: for Christmas could you please write a angel x reader fic set in S1 of ATS where Angel is anxious and troubled by last Christmas (Amends) so the reader waits the day out with him to stop him from spiraling, distracting him when they can and comforting him when they can’t?

Requested by: Anon

A/N: I re-watched amends and cried at the end lol. This isn’t so Christmas themed, but it happens on Christmas Day 💜

It was Christmas. Often, this time of year was like marmite. People either loved or hated it. But to you, it was just there. Some years you could have a child-like reverence for the holiday with others it just happened to be some day towards the end of the year.

However, there was one year, before you and Angel became lovers, where Christmas really sucked. And that’s the poetic term for it.

It was because of the way he looked that evening. He obviously hadn’t slept that day. He was traumatised. A shell of himself. You had never seen him this way before.

The mask had slipped. The one he would usually present to you all. It was the first time he had let you in this way. Thought to ask for help. He trusted you and he looked terrified.

The office was closed for the few days surrounding Christmas. The helpless would have to stay that way over this holiday period. You had had the rest of the weekend off too, Angel had a soft spot for you and it had been the talk of the office while you had been away. By talk of the office I, of course, mean that Doyle and Cordelia were gossiping about it while waiting for the phone to ring.

You came back on Christmas Day though, just as the moon had started to rise in the sky. You had forgotten something that you no longer recalled once you saw him there. It didn’t matter anymore.

The office had been closed and it was dark. But you had a key. A biting wind whipped around you as you turned the key in the lock. That unsettling sense of foreboding that sent a deep chill straight to your bones.

You wrapped your jacket around you as you stepped into the dark room. The Christmas decorations were still up, you would have to take them all down tomorrow. You never really liked taking the decorations down, no matter what you were feeling about the holiday. It just appeared kind of bleak to see space where there had been something there before. Made the room bigger. Emptier.

You moved around to where your desk was, shuffling in the dark. You didn’t bother with the light, the moon was high in the sky and cast enough for you to see to walk. You didn’t want to disturb Angel who may be in his home below, he was sensitive to noise so even a light switch may waken him.

But you soon found that there was no need for you to be quiet. You could see the outline of a figure. Of him.

The small filtering moonlight cast upon his face. The dim glow allowing you to see his disturbed form.

Your heart sunk at the sight of him. He was dishevelled and in the same clothes you had last seen him in. His head was in his hands and he was crouched on the floor in the corner of the room. He kept muttering something over and over.

Something about amends.

You instantly moved to his side, dropping to his level. You were on your knees beside him. You very slowly snaked a comforting hand around his shoulder. The care that he didn’t think he deserved.

You asked him what was wrong, he was silent for a long time. But he slowly managed to look up. He of course knew it was you, your scent was heavenly to him. He usually didn’t stand so close because he was sure he would be sent straight to hell for even looking at you for too long.

After a while he spoke, his eyes almost staring through you. He was trapped inside his mind. He said that he was struggling. You tried to coax him further but he was silent again.

You were concerned, your brow furrowed as you tried to comfort him. He couldn’t sleep, had fitful dreams.

“I-I don’t think I can do this” He admitted slowly. You knew immediately what he meant. Everything. His past. The present. Destinies and living in a world that you had once savaged in your own name. He was battling against his own mind and your heart ached for him.

“You can. Of course you can”

“Y-You don’t know who I am. Wh-at I’ve done to people”

“I know enough to know that you will never hurt people the way he would. The demon isn’t you, Angel” You insisted. Of course you knew about Angelus, he had been stupid to hope you could look at him and not know about his vile actions.

But when he dared to look back into your eyes, there was no hatred. No disgust there. The only thing he saw as he looked into your eyes was your sincerity. It penetrated through that cracked exterior of his.

The cracks were getting wider. He was letting you in. He found himself wanting you to know him, to know what it was he felt. He had never felt he could speak on it. To put it into words would surely make the guilt worse. But it was you.

He had been drawn to you since you had first met and he wanted to be honest with you. He wanted so much to spend long evenings talking through his trauma, and to assist you and listen to yours. But he was scared to admit it.

He took a shaky breath before he spoke, his hand running through his hair and back again before he said it. The guilt wracked through him. It was so strong you could almost feel it yourself.

“Last year, at this time I was plagued by visions. Visions from my own past, the guilt I couldn’t bare it and I’m… I’m afraid that the demon is gonna return” He said this sentence with such clarity. As if he were performing on stage and he was allowing the back row to hear his intimate emotions. Thoughts.

You nodded slowly, taking his hand in yours. That had been a big thing for him to admit.

“I understand, but this-this isn’t who you truly are. You are a man of strength. You are the most courageous and understanding person I have met since I moved here and what happened to you, what you and all of those people at the demon’s hand went through was horrible. But it’s not you anymore.

He stopped you, explaining. Telling you horrors that you couldn’t even fabricate in your nightmares. Of killing and torture. Of blood and conquest.

You recoiled, of course you did. But your hand never moved from where it rested in his. He expected it to. Willed it to because he didn’t feel he deserved your kind eyes. Your understanding nod as he spoke.

You were left in silence for a moment. You saw his eyes were wild with the memories as fresh as if they had just happened. Of the things he had spoken about. A film playing behind his eyes.

You knelt now, moving closer, taking either side of his face in your hands. You touched him with such care, guiding his face towards yours. You stroked his cheek softly, “I know it’s not going to leave your mind - this guilt. Because it’s a measure of who you are, Angel. A good man” You whispered, “So, let me stay with you? By your side?”

“You want to be here, on Christmas?”

“You spend time with those you love. And I love you, Angel. Beyond hope or reason” You whispered as if it were a casual admittance. You loved him and you weren’t ashamed to tell him. You needed him to know that there was nothing he could have said to change this.

“You can’t mean that, after everything I’ve-”

“I have faith. In you… in us. We can last a night. This night. Together.” You spoke firmly, but you allowed him to make the final decision. You wouldn’t force yourself upon him or make him recount more of his misery if he couldn’t bare it.

He thought for a moment before nodding at your words. Yes. He wanted you there. He needed you. He didn’t think he could have lasted that night. He was barely hanging on when you entered the office. The First hadn’t been there, but the guilt still had been. The violent flashing of images. The theatre of horror he had created inside his mind.

It was a release for him when he agreed to have you with him. To share his burden, even if it had barely scratched the surface on his sins. The confession had shocked him and he didn’t feel he deserved your kindness. He wasn’t a good man. A righteous man. But he wanted to be. God, did he want to be.

He collapsed into you, his face hidden. You wrapped your arms around him as if you could protect him from everything that plagued him. His arms clutching at you as if you were the last thing in the world. In his world. His shoulders wracked with emotion. Silent tears fell and he leaned into you. Clinging to you, his hands gripping you tightly.

You held him close, fighting off your own tears so that you could be strong. For him. He let you in from that moment on. It was a silent bond that you would forever cherish. You now possessed the fractured mirror into his mind, the only piece left belonged to you. His soul spoke to yours in a language only you could understand.

This was something he could share with you. Only you.

You would be there for him, you stayed up together through that night. You held him when he started to get in his head again. You spoke and helped distract him. He would never be free from the guilt but being by your side was as close as he could ever get.

This was the start of something profound. You both felt it.

He learned to rely on you, to trust you so deeply. He was determined to become the man that you were sure that he was.

[satoshi-mochida]

Nippon Ichi Software has released new information and screenshots for Disgaea 6: Defiance of Destiny introducing Disgaea: Hour of Darkness characters Laharl, Etna, and Flonne, as well as Item Worlds, Team Attacks, and Giant Units.

Get the details below.

■ Overlord Laharl Appears in the Series’ Traditional “After Story”

In the “After Story” scenario unlocked by clearing the main game, Disgaea: Hour of Darkness protagonist Laharl, and heroines Etna and Flonne make an appearance, and fight with Zed and company for the title of strongest. Please look forward to seeing Laharl and company in 3D.

Laharl (voiced by Kaori Mizuhashi)

The protagonist of Disgaea: Hour of Darkness.

He is the successor to the Overlord of another Netherworld, and prides himself on being the Netherworld’s most evil. He has a supreme and self-centered personality.

He hates “plump” women.

Etna (voiced by Tomoe Hanba)

Laharl’s vassal. She can be very sarcastic.

She reveres the late King Krichevskoy, Laharl’s father.

She is known as harshest Prinny tamer in the Netherworld.

Flonne (voiced by Yuko Sasamoto)

A former angel apprentice who became a Fallen Angel for the crime of hurting angels.

She is obsessed with love and superhero shows. Her favorite food is tomalley. As a former angel apprentice, she is devoted to her love missionary activities, but has yet to see any results…

■ A World Inside an Item!? Item Worlds Detailed

Items such as weapons and consumables have a world inside them called an “Item World.”

Item Worlds are divided into several floors (layers), and the item’s level increases for every floor you clear. Since weapons become stronger as they level up, you can clear their Item Worlds to power them up. Once an item is leveled up, you can get the same item at the same level from then on.

Many enemies will attack Zed and company, who are the invaders in Item Worlds. Destroy them or step on the Skip Gate to proceed to the next floor. By defeating the boss that appears every certain number of floors, the item will become even stronger.

Item Worlds also feature a third force in addition to enemies, such as “Innocents” and “Lucky Boards.” Although neither will actively attack you, you can gain various benefits by defeating them, so be sure to attack if you seem them.

■ Dispatch Companions into Item Worlds! Item World Research Squad

Item Worlds have various elements to enjoy, but it may be too much to handle if there are a lot of items you want to enhance…. Not to worry! In Disgaea 6: Defiance of Destiny, you can dispatch an “Item World Research Squad” to clear Item Worlds.

—The stronger the squad dispatched to the Item World, the higher their success rate. For each battle the player completes, the dispatched squad will clear one floor, so be sure to send out a squad when leveling or auto-repeating.

—When you dispatch a squad, you can select from four areas of research to prioritize (item enhancement, item exploration, Innocents farming, and Extract farming). Select which ones to prioritize based on your goal. If you select all four areas of research, the results will be the same as not selecting anything at all, so be sure to narrow down the areas you want to research!

■ New Team Attack System With Up to 10 Characters

When attacking, if there are party members in the surrounding two tiles, a “Team Attack” will occur and strengthen your attack power.

Furthermore, in Disgaea 6: Defiance of Destiny, you can perform a Team Attack with up to 10 characters at once. It is significantly more powerful than any Team Attack prior, and can even occur when using special skills. Build up damage in Team Attacks and set your sights on defeating the God of Destruction!

—During Team Attacks, you can see the cut-ins illustrated by Takehito Harada. Line up your favorite characters and attack in unison!

—You can also change the colors of characters, which changes their cut-in illustration colors.

■ Big is Strong! Gain the Upper Hand with Giant Units

Among the generic monster characters are Giant Units five times their size. By taking advantage of their size, you can even obstruct the enemy’s movement. Giant Units also have higher basic abilities than other characters and their normal attack has a wide range, allowing them to easily overwhelm lower-ranking enemies.

Dragon

Can attack three tiles in front. The more the enemy attacks it, the higher its attack power becomes, so press forward and repel the enemy.

Clawed Shell

Can three tiles in front, just like the Dragon. Utilize its defense power and size to counterattack while obstructing the enemy’s movement.

Horseman

Can attack three tiles straight ahead. It has long reach and the highest mobility of all the Giant Units.

■ Previous Disgaea Protagonists and Heroines Also Appear

Not only will Laharl, Etna, and Flonne from Disgaea: Hour of Darkness appear, the protagonist and heroines of Disgaea 2: Cursed Memories, Disgaea 3: Absence of Justice, Disgaea 4: A Promise Unforgotten, and Disgaea 5: Alliance of Vengeance will also appear in 3D. These protagonists and heroines will be released as downloadable content sometime after the launch of Disgaea 6: Defiance of Destiny.

—Adell from Disgaea 2: Cursed Memories.

—Rozalin from Disgaea 2: Cursed Memories.

The other protagonists and heroines are currently in development. Please look forward to more information in the future!

Disgaea 6: Defiance of Destiny is due out for PlayStation 4 and Switch on January 28, 2021 in Japan, and for Switch in summer 2021 in North America and Europe. Read more about the game here, here, and here.

View the screenshots at the gallery.

[cultureisdarkbeer]

Falling is Complete!

Covering Seasons 4-7

 In Milagro, we hear that "Agent Scully is already in love". So the question becomes, When did she fall in love? When was that "one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been flicked somewhere". When did that moment occur for Dana Scully? This is that story.

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*New*

Chapter35

The weekend’s journey had Scully twisting and turning like a Chubby Checker song. It sent her not only back through her life, but down each wrong choice road, like parallel dimensions heard through the chimes of fate. Dreams as soon as a year ago now were irrelevant and obscure. The path she chose led her here on this couch. Turning away all her past lives, opening herself up to the unimaginable, beyond science, beyond religion, to hear the call of a voice, the one she chose to follow, that chose to follow her right back.    

She felt her body become weightless as he lifted her from the couch, with gentle strong arms, he pulled her close to his body, it’s warmth, igniting a glow within her. Her eyes fluttered open as he lowered her onto the bed. “Where are you going?” Scully asked sleepily.

“I’m sleeping on the couch,” he said, tucking the blanket back around her.

“You can stay,” then quickly added, “it’s your bed.”

“It’s okay Scully, get your rest,” he stated firmly, squeezing her hand. She held onto it, refusing to let it go as he started to walk away. 

“Hold me?” she asked meekly.

Her vulnerability made him pause. “Yeah. yeah, I can do that.”

He walked around the bed and got in under the covers. She butted her back up against him as he wrapped his arms tightly around her. 

“You heard, they’re doing a full financial audit of the FBI,” Scully said. “They’ll be looking  to make cuts.”

“If the powers that be have their way, the x-files will be on the chopping block,” Mulder concluded, rocking her gently, nuzzling her hair.

“Then what?” Scully persisted.

“We continue to search for the truth,” he replied.

Scully breathed out a chuckle, then took comfort in his embrace. Too much had been left unspoken. “Why does being closer feel like it’s taking us further apart?”

Mulder drew her in, closing the small gaps between them. “Maybe because we’re trying to hide in glass houses.”

She nodded and felt him squeeze her tighter. It was a comfort. 

He whispered into the shell of her ear, “We’ve had a lot to make peace with Scully.”

Scully spoke in cautious tones. “What if you meet someone, what if you decide later that you want to have kids?”

She felt his body stiffen around her at the question. “You could do the same. There are other ways,” he answered tenderly. “If you want children, what’s stopping you?”

 “The consequences of my choices?”

Mulder sighed. “I’d like to think we’ve made peace with those..” 

“And the X-files?” Scully persisted, rotating in his arms so she could look into his eyes.

“You’re asking me to make a choice?”

“No, I..” she stumbled.

“Scully,” he replied softly, caressing her cheek with his thumb. “I choose you.” 

Her walls melted inside his gaze. “Every choice I’ve ever made, has led me to this moment. You and I. Right here.”

“That leaves another choice to make.”

Scully passed him a wry grin. “I’ve made my choice.” 

Scully closed her eyes knowing the next time they opened they would be staring into the only man she could ever imagine herself with. His lips pressed and slid against hers, warm and wet, with the grace of a trained dancer and the power of his 9 mm pistol. The removal of their clothing was clunky in their haste, forcing her to clutch his shoulder as a counterbalance. Gripping her tight, he steadied her feet. Scully’s cheeks heated when she was able to meet his eyes again. Not because of embarrassment, she would never feel that way in front of Mulder, but because of how real the moment was, the strength at its core -with honesty and purity- they would rebuild. 

His eyes held that same gentle fire and connection they felt the first time they ever laughed in the rain. The soft warm glow of copper’s flame burning hazel through his irises. It’s embers igniting her heart and she knew it was time she spoke the truth aloud.

He was hers, and just as importantly, she was his. The words were on the tip of her tongue, dying to be spoken into existence. She wanted it roared into the night, well perhaps whispered in his ear, or murmured on his skin.

She chose to speak directly into his eyes.  “I’m in love with you, Fox Mulder.” Her words filled with the passionate intensity of countless gamma rays bursting through the universe. And it was all for one man. Inside her arms she felt the current of her words coarse through his body. “Scully,” he released in breathy affection, the words were with the same vulnerability as when he came to her when his father was shot. “I’m yours.” 

The countless hours she had stared at his lips, the way they pursed at her challenges, or curled in disgust at her autopsies, the lower jutting out slightly when he rocked his mandible forward with passion. She knew every line of those lips and every curve the way she knew the shape of her own bathtub and stain in her coffee cup. She sucked the lower one into her mouth just to feel the desire exhaled from his lungs. His tongue reached for hers and she met it with fervor, intertwining with the strength of the divine threads of space and time. 

Mulder covered her body as he rolled on top. She felt safe, much the way she did as he protected her years ago from the bullets in Milford Haven. Feet and wrist bound in the gymnasium showers he had braced to give his life for her at the end of a shotgun. 

He smiled at her like he was reading her thoughts and she kissed him softly, his hand tangling in hers with the same motion as when he hugged her in an empty hospital hallway, giving her promise and support that she would carry on even with her cancer sentence. Mulder had resurrected her with a chip, the one buried at the base of her neck. She wasn’t a slave to it, instead one of the many symbols of his devotion. Those thoughts caused her hand to skim the scar of her consecration inside his shoulder. 

Kissing and mingling with the others’ breath, her legs naturally wrapped around his torso. Skin to skin, mouth to mouth, but they were also connected in an entirely different way. They didn’t need to invade each other’s mind, they melded, their bodies flowing together, skin hot and sensitive to every touch. The passion, the need she felt, went beyond eternity. Their entire life together felt like foreplay- every time they shared a laugh, every time he cradled her in his warm embrace, or interlocked their fingers, or just stood in each other’s presence. 

Grateful he didn’t prolong the sweet torture, he aligned himself and carefully pushed inside, heavy and thick, connecting on a level they had only known with the other. For long minutes, they kissed and reveled in their feelings, in the waves of sensations hitting them as he moved inside her.  It was a soft and reverent kind of sharing. The type of intimacy that at one time would have made her push away to preserve her independence.. Make her skin crawl. But it didn’t with him. Possibly because his response would have been to wait until she was ready. Instead, she relished the contact, something had changed inside of her, somewhat like Mulder’s prediction as they stared at a cocoon in a tree. 

Not a weakness, but a strength, she felt safe when they were like this, like nothing could ever harm them. His darkness blanketing her with comfort. Their love born from shadows.

Scully’s insides hugged him tight and they released a groan of acknowledgement. He was intrinsically home. Their pace was slow, considerate. Mulder paused and kissed her gently, his right index stroking her forehead in reverence, reminiscent of when he spoke his condolences about her father or their first case after her abduction.

Their movements were fluid and quick, languid and vividly profound. Any pieces of walls left inside her, he had shattered, saving her, the same way he battered the window to save her from a psychotic man.

She chose the path with him not from fate or destiny, not out of desperation or visions, but out of friendship, out of respect, out of devotion. Love, unadulterated and complete.  

His head fell to her neck and she felt every inch of him seeping pleasure into her core and out into the galaxy. He filled her as they burst together, points of light streaming, fusing and branding them, reaching out into the heavens, creating a miracle, a mosaic of the love she no longer gave with reservation, the emergence of existence.

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[thunders-warcats-stuff]

New Prophecy AU headcanons

These are mostly used in my fic Midnight Storm and will be incorporated in other fics as well. They came about after Just a Dream so while I might incorporate some of it into that AU, it’s not likely to mesh well.

Main Cast Personalities

Tawnypelt is extremely sure of herself but constantly trying to prove that she belongs somewhere. She knows what she is vapable of and is very good at self-advocating and generally speaking up, but she doesn’t feel like the cats of her Clan like or believe in her at all because of where she came from and who she’s related to. 

That couldn’t be further from the truth but, much like the marshes they live in, ShadowClan are a bunch of soggy furballs who wouldn;t know how to express an emotion if it saved a life. It’s why Tigerclaw fit right in. Don’t get me wrong, they’re still cats with emotions and they talk and laugh and live like any other Clan, but multiple generations of tyrants (Brokentail and Tigerclaw) stunted them and cut them off from their culture so it’s really hard for them to get that back.

Brambleclaw is less ambitious and less sure of himself. He knows where he stands when it comes to his family tree and he was raised with the love of his Clan, but that's it. He doesn't want to believe that he was destined for anything great because he knows what happens to cats who are destined for greatness. They die horribly tragic deaths. He doesn't want that to happen to anyone he knows. 

Feathertail is ambitious in the sense that she can't stand RiverClan and will take any excuse she can get to get the hell out of there. They've never liked her and they never liked her brother and they barely tolerate her mentor and they would have just sat back and watched the four of them die, they did watch Stonefur die, because they were halfclan and RiverClan must be perfect. 

Crowpaw is this close to getting his warrior name but he knows a sign when he sees one. He follows it like any WindClan cat worth their salt but it's taking him away from the only family he has and he's so close to getting his warrior name, why couldn't he have a bit more time?! So he spends most of the time balancing his wants and needs with the call of StarClan and trying not to let either one overrun him. Crowpaw will ask to be named Crowflight instead of Crowfeather, because he wasn’t quite in love with Feathertail so much as admiring her carefree attitude. Squirrelpaw will ask for the same suffix for similar reasons.

ShadowClan customs 

Tawnypelt lives in a Clan that reveres her strength. Of course she would be picked by StarClan for a prophecy, she's just the right cat for it. The daughter of a strong leader who would have led ShadowClan to greatness if only he'd kept his sights within their borders.

Anyway, ShadowClan admires Tawnypelt because they see her as the leader that Tigerclaw could have been. Strong, smart, brave, able to adapt to their lifestyle easily, but also willing to stand up for what's right. She did  that a lot of because she was nursed alongside Feather and Storm and Goldenflower never forgot that even if she personally doesn't remember.

Also because Tigerclaw killed her older brother, which Goldenflower definitely never forgot. Oh, when it came out after A Dangerous Path that Tigerclaw was behind the dogs... I can only imagine the grief and rage that Goldenflower went through all over again and since her kits are apprentices now they're kind of old enough to understand why she's so absolutely furious with their father.

So ShadowClan isn't eager to let her go out somewhere far away and never come back. Not when she's their star. But a call from StarClan must be heeded nonetheless. 

ThunderClan customs

Leaders and deputies visit the kits when they're first born and determine possible warrior names based on the parents' wishes. There's always a long list at first that gets whittled down as training goes on. Kits are watched every day of their lives by someone, be it the leader, the medicine cats, the nursery queens, to determine their lives. The right mentor, the best possible friends for them, potential mates, your whole life is mapped out in those childhood moons.

Firestar was seen as an outsider not only because he wasn't a fighter, but because much of their culture places emphasis on kits and the way they grew up. He missed out on all of that, so how could he be a true ThunderClan cat? It was the surprise of the moons when Sandstorm announced she was having his kits and would gladly teach him their ways. Firestar did a pretty good job of adapting to that emphasis despite no one speaking for him as a kit.

RiverClan customs

RiverClan had a huge problem with how laid-back they were. Cats didn't really partake in each other's lives. As long as cats  were ready to fight when they needed to be, why should they? 

They believe heavily that the River is their portal to StarClan, so everything good that comes from it or that happens around it must be blessed. Bad things happening to the entire Clan is a cause for introspection, which they aren’t very good at. Bad things happening to one cat means that cat should be avoided until their luck changes. 

This is much to the detriment of everything else, occasionally including their ancestors. When Crookedstar’s jaw was broken, he was shunned because it was seen as a sign that he had fallen out of favor with the River. StarClan had to send a number of signs proving Crookedstar’s destiny to counteract the Dark Forest spirits that hung around Crooked, seeing him as easy prey. Mapleshade is the one who stuck around the longest and is the one he blames for all his bad luck.

That changes when Crookedstar becomes leader. He starts commanding that cats spend time with each other. Starts quizzing cats on their likes and dislikes, how much they know about their families, what their sibling's kits are up to, any information he can get his paws on. It cuts back on the fights for Sunningrocks, surprisingly. 

He knows the second Silverstream has found someone else for herself. At first he thinks it's a rogue and is okay with it as long as she keeps her loyalties to RiverClan. Then he finds out the truth and eventually she dies and the kits come to RiverClan with the father and Crookeedstar realized then that this time of peace and family won't last long after he's gone. So he does his best to make Greystripe feel welcome but there are too many differences. 

Cats can't just switch Clans at will because there are different ways of hunting and fighting, the medicine cat sees different things in the same puddle of water, the elders know different versions of the same tale, there's entirely new territory to get used to. It's not a surprise that Greystripe has to leave his kits but Crookeedstar admires the grey tom anyway. The last cat he knew to put his kits before his Clan had also been a grey tom, his father, and despite everything that happened over his life, Crookestar turned out better for Shellheart's dedication to his family. 

WindClan customs

WindClan believes themselves closest to StarClan and that becomes a bit of a problem in this case. No omens are ever seen as benign. Everything means something all the time. Barkface is the most overworked medicine cat of the lot because every cat goes to him for something, a leaf glittering in the wind after a bad mouse could mean death, according to some cats who thought they knew better than him, so Barkface and Tallstar spend a lot of time telling cats that their little "Prophecies" mean nothing until StarClan says so, and StarClan says so through Barkface. 

It's why he's so unnerved when Crowpaw comes to him. Ashfoot is one of the quieter ones when it comes to interpretation, but even she knows when the clan has been whacked aside the head with an omen in the form of a dream. Crowpaw is hailed as a hero when the news comes out and he doesn't know how to handle it.