#tbc au

[pythosblathers]

got nostalgic for the blackout club again and realized Lark would 100% be a Lucid

SPEAK-AS-ONE offers the certainty and unity she craves. She’d be so happy with them if it ended there, before the forcing others to join unwillingly. The cracks are already deep

[riverripplespeaks]

day 5 and 6 of drawing favorite characters until my birthday!

picture 1-shrewtooth

rushed, but i love this guy. i didnt get the chance to post it yesterday, oops. one of my top fav characters the guy ever.

picture 2-hollysword

my fnaf au of hollyleaf! i havent read pot, oots, or hollyleafs story but ive heard quite a bit abt her so i think she fits well as elizabeth/cassidy, and also bristlefrost (bristlebunny), lionblaze (foxblaze), and jayfeather (jaycry)s sister!

(7 days until the party.)

[todoga]

[aquapede]

i remember pre-downpour there were people (or maybe it was only one person?) that drew a kind of modern au where moon was in a wheelchair and i still love that idea to bits...they have service animals now too :)

[deadwooddross]

i have this one scribble of baby tbc umami that continues to make me go, awwwww

Umami is about 7'2" across the board, and this includes the 'normal human' aus. Which is small in fantasy stuff but MASSIVE irl. So I always kinda imagine her strongest dysphoria has to do with being extremely tall compared to her peers, especially as a little kid, for a lot of reasons. Enter, big bird, the 8'2" six year old, perfect role model for someone destined to become a big friendly pear

[moonscape]

i'm going insane gamefreak who the fuck are these giants you keep referencing

[the-owl-tree]

I think there’s also something there with Alderheart feeling second-best to Sparkpelt, similar to how Ashfur was second-best to Bramblestar (well he was much worse, but you get the idea)

And maybe when Alderheart saw the prophecy (or in this case the stuff Shadowsight saw?) and thought he was special, he was just being manipulated by Ashfur.

oooh im digging this. love the idea of ashfur trying to fucked up relate to alderheart

[hauwunted]

Does anyone else read a banger fic and then open the authors page and go into their bookmarks because if they write this well they surely must have taste and it's exclusively like the weirdest most specific ships and so fucking many of them why does this keep happening

[plushmon]

do you see my vision

basically TBC is my favorite arc and I've been thinking about drawing tim with Shadowsight for awhile but then I contemplated everything cause I'm about to reread TBC and I'm rewatching MH again and yeah.

Rootspring is Brian but I didnt have space to draw him or anyone else. Something something Root was kinda friends with Shadow and I think shadowroot is cute when I see it. Him seeing Bramble's ghost being a good set up for some Totheark things. I'm juggling this a bit cause i have to change MH's story alot but Squrrielflight is in Jessica's role, Leafpool in Amy's. Probably with alot of changes I need to contemplate more

I love Bristlefrost and Shadowsight and since Bristle is destined to die badly I just think alot fits. Bramble in this au of course being the imposter, making the 7 month period arc parallel the books more.

[bonefall]

(dif anon) So is Ashfur grooming Shadowsight a plotline you would keep/rework in BB? I'm not so keen on the way canon used it to retcon his epilepsy, but I do think a plotline examining how clerics can be vulnerable to abuse from StarClan spirits is kinda compelling

Shadowsight's epilepsy is staying in BB, the Erins can try and take it away again over my dead body

Yes, that's staying and BB!StarClan was reworked with unfairness in mind.

This time around, I'm considering the idea that Ashfur didn't work completely alone. After the events of Squirrelflight’s Horror, Silverpelt's divisons are starting to crackle the stars.

Skystar and the other more traditional spirits are losing patience with the peace that Fire Alone brings, and the ways that the code has been bent.

They feel that honor is being lost in their descendants.

Even angels disrespect the collective; see how Skypelt has its own heaven? With a demon in its midst? There is blasphemy even in the skies.

Firestar and the more modern pantheon are ferociously defensive of the choices of the living. StarClan exists for them; not the other way around.

Meanwhile, Mousefur has gone missing. Others start to blink out, too. This is causing panic... and Ashfur keeps it quiet that he's the only one who knows where they've gone.

The angels that plan action probably were a small group to begin with, radical spirits. Skystar and Ashfur are two of them, and Ash is the "youngest." So when he comes down to the mortal plane and betrays them, very few other angels knew what had happened.

(I might even have a few angels be doing the various supernatural things in that first book, but slowly, Ashfur is wittling down their numbers until it's just him.)

I'm still working out specifics, but the other angels that Ashfur has consumed are giving him a massive power boost. He can use this to jump between planes freely, and he's able to do some whacky things like weave dreams and pull nightmares out of the Dark Forest.

The most important unique power he has, which he can do ALL on his own once he's absorbed enough starpower, is blast Shadowpaw with a bolt of lightning. The electric current runs through Shadowpaw's brand new scar, giving him a connection to StarClan like he's a little radio tower.

Thing is... when StarClan is blocked off, the only signal he receives is Ashfur's.

So, Shadowpaw.

From the time he was very young, Shadowkit has had an unhealthy relationship to life and death

He watched a lot of cats die before he was old enough to really understand it, and the only one who came back was Heartstar.

His epilepsy was so severe it would have been terminal. He was prepared to die as a kit.

Tawnypelt took him to the Tribe to learn more about treatments, bringing back a method of refining chamomile to manage the convulsions.

When people come back from death, it was to serve "a purpose."

He feels like he needs to be special, like he needs to find the great meaning in his life. The reason why he's still here.

In BB, there can be guardian angels. Cats you knew in life who decide to watch out for you in the afterlife. Moleflight is Jayfeather's, Shrewface is Squirrelflight’s. Ashfur poses as Shadowpaw's.

THAT is how I plan to address my criticism. Ashfur DOES build a very personal, trusting relationship with Shadowpaw, pretending to be the one who's here to give him the destiny he craves. Pretending like he's someone looking out for him.

I actually LIKE how desperate the situation was in-canon and I want to stress how none of this was Shadow's fault, so I also plan to keep that they had very little choice. Shadowpaw trusts his angel completely, and Ashfur coaches him on saying all the right things.

The older Clerics are suspicious, but... what else can they do?

Also, instead of framing this all as something Shadowpaw needs to "atone" for, I'm going to make certain cats unfairly scapegoat him for bringing the Impostor into the forest. Shadowpaw himself agrees with them, blaming himself, but he has to learn it wasn't his fault.

He DIDN'T let anyone down by failing to live up to great expectations, and there's no way he could have known that Ashfur was using him. This never happened before, he always made the choice he thought was right and tried to make up for harm done, and he's not responsible for what his abuser made him do.

I actually want to have him figure out some of this by talking to DF demons, towards the end. Cats faaaar more responsible for what they did in life than him.

Ravenwing in particular, who was also mislead by a rogue StarClan spirit, but... ultimately decided that if StarClan was right in their judgement.

He was told (by Birchface, but he still doesn't know who it was in particular) to make three kittens unsafe by revealing their parentage. His choice killed three innocent children, and lead to the Queen’s Rights.

And StarClan was furious that he'd ever believe they'd want something so CRUEL.

And even if they DID want something so cruel... "Then they wouldn't have been ancestors worth following. And that's why I believe it's right that I'm here."

As a Cleric, he had authority on their behalf. And if they would misuse it through him, he wishes he could have just given it right back.

And Shadowsight's lightbulb goes Ding!

The very last thing Ashfur does in TBC, when the jig is up and he's about to be killed by the Lights in the Mist and a bunch of Demons who have come to defend their home, is swallow a Founder-- Skystar.

He takes the level of a true god, and reaches a nearly undefeatable level of power. Instead of black water, he's so large, malicious, and has a gravitational pull so massive it starts destroying the afterlife. It shatters the purgatory (Meadow of Young Stars) into floating cosmic fragments, and Heaven and Hell are set to collide.

Shadowsight confronts Ashfur, politely explaining that he's, well... done a lot of thinking, and, he doesn't really want what he gave him. "You can, uh, have this back!"

And blasts the lightning from his scar right back at him, like a chain, holding the screeching eldrich horror in place. Every ally he's made, here in the DF, come down from StarClan, and as Lights in the Mist, jump to his side. They can't hold down Ashfur, but they can hold SHADOWSIGHT

While they're all supporting him, Bristlefrost sees the one chance to get rid of him, once and for all. A clear shot. She bolts, pounces, and SHOOTS right into Ashfur like a falling star, knocking them both off the edge of the heaven he destroyed, burning up in orbit with a monster a hundred times her size.

And after that, Shadowsight has to go home and live with this.

He gave up the very connection that made him so special, and now he has to go back to being a Cleric without StarClan.

but the other Clerics accept this. They have to. They were all complicit in the choices that allowed the Impostor to rise.

What Shadowsight learns is... everyone was part of this. From those who made the follies with him, to the supporters and rebels against the impostor, to those who helped him realize his worth, to Bristlefrost who ultimately killed Ashfur.

He is valuable because living is valuable.

Everyone, and everything, matters. All cats have a role to play, and he was never alone.

I want to close him out in BB!TBC on a tea scene that parallels the various points in his life. Others used to prepare his chamomile treatments FOR him, in careful doses, because it is a very serious medicine. Now, at the end, he's the one brewing it.

A fully fledged Cleric, who realizes he's never been alone. Cats who love him were around him the whole time, making his medicine, and they'll love him even after he's given up his powerful gift. So now he's at the stage in his life where HE can make that medicine, share his wisdom with others, and find fulfillment in the skills he's acquired over a hard life brightening.

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

First - Next?>>

[troutfur]

I have this concept for a rework of the religion of The Sisters somewhat inspired by the Chinese folk religion concepr of the Hun (the yang-aligned celestial soul that ascends into the heavens after death) and Po (the yin-aligned earthly soul that remains with the corpse). Molly souls would be akin to the Hun, and thus would be able to ascend into the sky and retain a differentiated identity. Tom souls however would, like the body, be incorporated into the earth as it decomposes, becoming part of a single Anima Mundi, the soul of the planet itself, losing all individuality to become a single entity who Sister toms would be able to communicate with just like how Sister mollies can reach out to their ancestors through song.

Given that within my worldbuilding the spirits of the DF are not in a separate plain of existence but tethered to the landscape, you can probably imagine this religious practice is immediately suspicious to the Clans. "You're communicating with a spirit of the earth itself? Sounds like evil witchcraft to me!"

[valhallavalgrace]

Favorite and least favorite activities, if you’re willing to share?

Also, did you learn anything about what’s going on with the new guy down the hall? Sure, you were supposed to stay out of it, but you’ve got to at least be a little curious, right?

LEO: *quiet guilty thoughts because he can't ask about if Loki is like Loki in the movies* *pretending to know anything about Norse mythology*

MAGNUS: *overthinking about Uncle Randolf and the Loki symbols* *forgetting that Norse demigods aren't the only demigods bc they still haven't talked about his Greek cousin*

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[apple7482j]

cringetober day 7: crossover

edna&harvey x the battle cats!!

ive been obsessed with that game recently so enjoy the (VERY) short animation,, also ignore the audio i was listening to music

[berrykis]

“Hey Ma,”

Ace was calling, this early in the morning at 8am. Rouge hasn’t heard from Ace since last night after he called her too about staying overnight at a friends house.

“Hey sunshine, you alright? Need me to pick you up?”

“Ah. Yeah, about that, uhm. So, I’ve been thinking lately to uh, move.”

?!-?2!!$/$/!!/!.?!

“WHAT.” Rouge quickly got up from bed, alarming and waking up the heavy sleeping Roger in bed.

Roger who also woke up after rouges yell hit his head while trying to get his weapon “Ace” (his sword :)

“Huh huh? Wha happened?” Roger said staring at Rouge with drowsy eyes, holding his head hitting himself.

Trying to rub the sleepiness away from his eyes,

"Huh? What happened?" Roger said, rubbing his drowsy eyes. Rouge stayed on the call for a few more minutes until end. Roger got up and walked over, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"You okay? What's going on?" Roger asked gently.

He notices rouges slight shaking.

A sniff and a small broken whimper made Rouge slowly turn around, holding the phone with her hands on her chest, crying silently to Roger.

“Ace.. he’s- he called to say he’s leaving home..”

Roger, in disbelief, stared at Rouge until he finally processed it. Turning pale, he furrowed his eyebrows and held his chin. “Why? I mean, it’s about time, isn’t it? Hah,” he joked weakly. Rouge pouted and punched his shoulder with a small cry.

-

For a few months, Ace had been away from home. When he came back the same day he called his mom, he went home to gather his things. He said his goodbyes and kissed his mom's cheek, trying to comfort her as she was on the verge of crying even more.. (poor rouge watching her only child leave :’)

“It’s okay, Ma. You still got me. Just call me anytime, right?” Ace grinned and showed his phone in his right hand, open to his contacts.

TBC

[artaintfartwarriors]

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