#this post will be edited whenever i update allegiances!

[boughclan-clangen]

allegiances as of moon 0, page 6.

[quailclanclangen]

This is just a post to say that I am working on this blog, and will eventually become the starting point. Got inspired by a lot of different Clangen blogs, had my own idea, and decided to make my own.

So, welcome to QuailClan. Or, what's left of it.

(Will update whenever I have time. I still need to start the first page/the prologue, but I'll probably post the starting cats soon!)

(Rules, Links, and Image Credit under cut)

RULES -

1. Game settings mostly up to anyone who wants to try doing something similar, but the needed rules are Leader Automatically chooses Deputy (off), Mass Extinction Events (on), and be playing on expanded mode.

2. You start with a small group of two to three adult cats, plus any kits. For the rest of the Clan, you can exile or kill them, or go into the code and make them lost (There was an elder who I adored and couldn't bear to not even have the chance to be in my clan).

3. You must send all cats on a patrol each moon.

4. If you get any patrol event involving rain or dark clouds (or anything that could indicate a storm), make note. Decide how to proceed based on the patrol leader (if they were a part of the Clan before the original storm, then maybe they are more likely to avoid taking any chances.)

5. When you get a storm patrol, until the next moon that is a multiple of 5 (ends in a 0 or a 5), a storm is affecting the clan. If you send out a patrol of three or less cats, and no one dies in the patrol, roll a six sided die for each cat. If you roll an even number, that cat has been swept away. If the cat has a skill in the Omen, Swimming, or Perception groups (Omen sight, good swimmer, keen eye), or has a trait that you associate with being extremely cautious, you can roll two dice for them, and choose the better result. If they get swept away, you can flip a coin. Heads, they die. Tails, edit them to be 'lost'.

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Image Credits: Image by Dimitris Vetsikas from Pixabay

[tripleclangen]

right! this is my first time running something like this, so i wanted to set up a little directory for ease of access :) this post will be updated over time as i make new important posts! ASKS ARE OPEN

🐈 allegiances 🐍 serpentclan 💦 dewclan 🍯 honeyclan

i don't have a solid list of self-imposed rules-- but here are a few guidelines i'm following:

there will probably be little save editing since i don't know much about that. if i do edit anything i'll mention it but it'll most likely just be edits for necessity

i want the cats to be as autonomous as possible! cats will choose their own mates and life paths, leaders choose their own deputies, etc, things like that

along the lines of the above, i want to play every character to their own personality-- their decisions, particularly on patrols, are influenced by their traits

mass extinction events and experienced based apprentice graduation is on

this blog will be updated and have new posts whenever i happen to have the energy. my energy can be spotty at time so there might be random long gaps between posts but i definitely wont forget about it, there's always something in the works expect a mix of exposition/plain descriptions of events, proper writing & characterization, and occasional art :) this will mostly be focused on serpentclan, but expect dewclan and honeyclan to have a significant presence as well

[idreamofdraco]

I'm a lifelong potterhead but I've always shipped Canon pairings. I knew draco & Hermione were the biggest non-canon ship that people were crazy about but I never imagined them as a couple. I stumbled recently upon a D/G smutty one-shot and ended up reading the entire thing cause it felt SO natural and true to their characters. I was SHOOK! Now I really want to read more fanfictions smutty or otherwise but well written & in-character with lots of angst. So please suggest me something like that.

First of all, what’s the name of the one-shot because if I haven’t read it, I need to. u_u You can’t hold out on us, Anon. It’s just rude!!

Second of all, welcome……

I’m not the best at figuring out what angst is, because I prefer my angst with a side of humor/fluff and other nice things to balance it out, buuut here are my best suggestions:

The Good People by derryere

Notes on Falling Out of Love by fallingskyes/incipient_love

What Ginny Forgot by Keeperofthemoon0/@noeycat07 (A work in progress, but 100% worth the read so please support the author and show her love!!)

September First by idreamofdraco (Apparently one of only two DG stories out of 40+ total that I labeled angst, lol.)

Smoking in the Head Boy’s Room by sugarbear_1269 (The author listed angst as one of the genres. This is smutty and you should read it anyway, whether it’s really angst or not. u_u)

Draconis and Ginevra by cinnamon badge

As It Should Be by Boogum

Anyone else have any angst recommendations?

EDIT:

@noeycat07 recommends:

The albatross did follow by chromeknickers (not labeled as angst but, man, it definitely was a roller coaster of emotions for me and I loved it so much).

Allegiance by mugglehugger (AU in the sense that Ginny is sorted into Slytherin but, other than that, I always thought it followed the canon story line well and stayed pretty true to character. Only a chapter or two left to be posted till the end, though the updates can be slow.)

Crossing into Chaos by Emeraleyes (Okay, I’m horrible for even recommending this because it’s probably never, ever going to be updated butttt it’s a classic D/G story to me and I like to reread it whenever I need a fix. It’s so good but, once again, isn’t completed which is heartbreaking. And not smutty. Maybe I shouldn’t recommend this. Eh, read it if you want to be sad on multiple levels, I guess.)

[gratitudejoyandsorrow]

Of Loyalty and Duty (Chapter 2)

Prompt: In an effort to save two kingdoms, an arranged marriage was made. At his request, Prince Lin-Manuel Miranda was to be wed to you, the youngest daughter in your royal family. RoyalAU. Written for the hamwriters’ write-a-thon Day 1 prompt.

Chapter 1

Pairing: Lin x reader

Words: 2,695

A/N: I will always get nervous whenever I post anything about this fic, because, let’s face it, it’s AU as hell. But I hope you guys like it! I already have about ~500 words for the next chapter. I know a few of you guys wanted to be tagged for this update but since I’m shit at organizing my page and I didn’t even think about writing it down as I got asked to do so, I couldn’t do it. But if y’all wanted to be tagged the next time I update, just shoot me an ask or message. I’ll make sure to write it down this time. As always, let me know what you think! :)

EDIT: @nesthemonster - this is for you.

Thanks for reading!

“Your Highness.”

A firm shake on your shoulder abruptly pulled you from the realm of slumber. You pushed yourself up from the bed, eyes still bleary from sleep and muscles sore from the position you slept in. You glimpsed at your retainer who looked at you with worried eyes. “What is it?” you whispered, voice hoarse.

She hesitated before speaking. “It’s morning, your Highness.”

You rubbed your weary eyes, noticing for the first time that the sun had risen. You must have fallen asleep through your tears. You frowned, the events from the night before still heavy on your heart. “Is it already time for breakfast?” you questioned, grimacing as you pulled on the bothersome pins that were still tightly bound to your hair. A section of your long mane fell down in waves, curtaining your face, and your retainer immediately rushed forward to help you.

“Yes, your Highness,” she answered.

She beckoned you to sit in the vanity and you inwardly recoiled at your image. The kohl on your eyes was smudged and the rouge on your lips and cheeks was faded, the sight reminding you of a cheap jester. You inspected your retainer as she hummed to herself, her skillful fingers gently removing the pins she applied the night before. For the first time since you’d met her, you noticed that she was similar in age as you, her round cheeks and small stature a sign of her youth.

“What is your name?” you found yourself asking.

She paused, blinking at you in wonder. “My apologies, your highness. I must’ve forgotten to introduce myself in light of all the madness for the arrival of your family. My name is Elaina. I am your temporary aid until the wedding.”

You remained silent, the memories of your retainer from back home, Magdalene, fresh in your mind. The two seemed alike, yet Elaina seemed more soft-spoken, a trait that Magdalene lacked. The thought caused you to inwardly smirk, remembering the playful quarreling behind the closed doors of your quarters once you coaxed her into being comfortable with you. Magdalene was a very dear friend. The recollections of your retainer, coupled with the events from the night before caused the overwhelming sense of longing for home to rear its ugly head once more.

“We mustn’t dally, your highness,” Elaina urged, helping you rise to your feet, “I drew a bath for you. If we wait any longer, you will have an uncomfortable start to your morning.”

You peered at your reflection one more time and thought of the upcoming confrontation with your family, Prince Lin, and his family.

“Why yes, a cold bath would definitely be an unfavorable start to this exciting day.”

You were the last to arrive in the dining hall.

A quick sweep of the table revealed more guests than you expected – the familiar faces of royal families from the night before along with members of the court were seated and waiting for your presence. You curtsied low in apology, knee nearly brushing the ground, and took the last remaining seat next to Margaret.

“I am sorry for the wait,” you said, feeling the penetrating eyes of everyone in the room on your frame, particularly from your parents. Your rash disappearance from the celebration was impudent and inappropriate for royalty and was deserving of a heavy discipline.

King Miranda, who sat at the head of the table, regarded you closely. “It is understandable, Princess Y/N.  My son informed us the reasoning behind your sudden absence from yesterday night. I am delighted to see you recovered to join us.”

Your eyes darted to Prince Lin, nonplussed. He kept his gaze on his plate and refused to meet your eyes.

Did he lie for you?

“I am feeling much better, your Majesty,” you answered after a pause, “thank you for your concern.”

“Good. You have a very busy day today,” your mother interjected sharply, the tone in her voice indicating her irritation.

Your hands tightened around the napkin that you placed in your lap, your knuckles turning white. You resisted the urge to argue, knowing that it would have caused the stiff air looming over the table to thicken.

“You should have seen her, your Majesty,” Prince Lin remarked, raising his eyes to study you from across the table, “I’ve never seen a person so haggard, or become that shade of green so quickly. I was impressed.”

“All this time I thought you saw me as nothing other than a silly little girl who pranced around in dresses and whined when I did not get my way,” you scowled, using his words against him, “But I am pleased to hear that you’re impressed by one of my many remarkable hidden talents.”

He chortled. “And I cannot wait to discover more of those talents, your Highness.”

The occupants of the table roared in laughter at what they assumed was playful banter. You ignored the raucous uproar, anger bubbling low in your belly as you held his teasing gaze, unmoving even when the servants came to distribute breakfast.

Prince Lin leaned forward.  “Don’t I deserve your thanks, Princess?” he murmured, low enough for you to only hear, “I do believe that I just saved you from a lecture on behaving like royalty.”

“Did you forget that I am upset with you, Prince Lin-Manuel?” You countered.

He gave you a weak smile.  “And do I have to remind you to stop pushing me away? I am trying to remedy my foolish blunders from last night.”

You broke away from his deep gaze, perplexed at his persistence. Despite his foul words, he said nothing that was untrue. You weren’t groomed to rule a kingdom, nor did you want to.

“Believe it or not, I am fighting for this marriage,” he said cryptically, “and I need you to fight for it too.”

You remained silent for the rest of the meal, pondering the meaning behind his words.

Long after breakfast was over and you’d said your goodbyes to the departing guests, you found yourself in the study to review the details of the wedding with your mother and Queen Miranda. Thanks to the lovely advisor you had the honor of meeting the night before – you’d learned over breakfast that Darius was his name – Victoria and Margaret were whisked away by Prince Lin to explore the castle. Not only did he succeed in belittling you, but his adamancy for Prince Lin to be with your sisters became apparent when he suggested the idea to King Miranda.

The office was overlooking the open field in the middle of the castle, and you ignored the tailor prattling on about your wedding dress when you spotted the trio make their way outside. Prince Lin was ahead of your two sisters, pointing at something in the distance while they trailed behind him, eagerly soaking in the castle’s beauty. He brought his fingers to his lips, whistling, and you waited with baited breath in anticipation of your sisters’ reaction to Tobi.

You were not disappointed to see Victoria hide behind Margaret once the mutt appeared, her hands clutching your sister’s side in fear. Margaret stood her ground and the sight caused you to smile, not expecting any less from your fearless and poised elder sister. Tobi, who was enjoying an ear rub from the Prince, took a brief glimpse at your sisters. To your utter surprise, she remained glued to the Prince Lin’s side, barely giving your two sisters a glance. No ankle licking, not even a breath their way. You didn’t understand why, but you were relieved that Tobi’s affections were still privy to you.

“Y/N,” your mother called, drawing your attention back to the room, “are you listening?”

“I was not. I’m sorry,” you said, eyes lowered to the table. You didn’t need to look at her to know she was angry.

Queen Miranda, sensing the building tension, placed a comforting hand on top of yours. “You must miss your sisters dearly. This is the longest you have gone without seeing them, isn’t it?”

“Yes your Majesty,” you answered, meeting her eyes and giving her a small smile.

She sighed, squeezing your hand gently. “I was an only child. My mother passed after she gave birth to me, and my father was too heartbroken to remarry. I envy the dynamics of siblings and their fierce allegiance to each other.”

“I love my sisters,” you replied truthfully.

Queen Miranda smiled. “I haven’t yet had the occasion to tell you, Princess Y/N, but I admire your character. You have accepted this arrangement gracefully and I will never fail to thank you for saving my people. I am pleased to see you handle my wayward son with ease and I have no doubts that your marriage will be a fruitful and happy one. I am honored to be called your mother-in-Law.”

You didn’t realize that you were crying until she reached over to wipe the tears that trailed down your cheeks. “Thank you, Queen Miranda,” you whispered, moved by her sincere words. It was the first time that you’d spoken to her so intimately, and seeing the motherly and kind side of the Queen made you feel vulnerable.

“So shall we continue our planning for the wedding? We only have a short time before we begin the tour of the kingdom.”

You nodded, sniffing. The feeling of helplessness did not clear during the remainder of the meeting. How could it when Queen Miranda’s gentle hand was still holding yours so tenderly and your mother’s sharp stare changed to one of approval with your willingness to participate in the discussions?

Outside the castle, three carriages all bearing the emblem of the Miranda household laid in wait. The open carriages were intricately designed, the metal skeleton forming a pattern that looked like vines weaving and wrapping together to form the body of the carriage. You couldn’t fight the wry smile when you noticed that they were colored an Egyptian Blue – a token that you only knew because of the linens for the wedding.

“This is exciting,” Victoria squealed, bouncing on her toes, “I am ecstatic that the King and Queen have invited us.”

You grinned, agreeing with her sentiments. Back home, it was rare that you and Victoria traveled outside the palace walls. The only exception was when the royal family was invited to events in neighboring kingdoms; though even during those visits, you were confined within castle walls. Margaret was the exception to the rule – as future Queen it was her duty to interact and keep contact with the Lords of her lands to ensure their well-being and efficient output of goods. She was always swept away by your parents, frequently leaving the castle and meeting with the courts to deal with the politics within the kingdom.

Today was the first day of the parade that the court had spoken of, a way to soothe the rumbles of discontent throughout the kingdom about the impending wedding. A tour of the land was an excuse to mask the ulterior motive of swaying the opinions of the people. It left a heavy burden on your shoulders, especially with the events from the previous night and the tension between you and the Prince.

Margaret reached over a tucked your long hair behind your ears. “I am curious to see the mechanisms of an agrarian society. Prince Lin-Manuel has told me of the plague and famine that recently overwhelmed the land,” she murmured, “I believe that a new irrigation system and including proper sanitary precautions would help.”

You stared at your sister, puzzled. “You’ve spoken about issues of the land?”

Victoria hid a giggle behind her hand. “You should have seen them this morning, Y/N. I was lost at their words. It was a conversation that only a King and Queen would be able to have.”

“Oh,” you replied softly, not knowing how else to respond. A strange emotion struck your chest, making you frown. Why didn’t Prince Lin tell you any of his troubles?

“It was not as spectacular as Victoria suggested,” Margaret quipped, “just a typical and dull conversation between rulers-to-be. It was nothing to warrant your alarm, my sweet sister.”

Your stomach sunk at her words. What was that supposed to mean? Before you could respond, King Miranda and Darius appeared by your side. You eyed the latter warily, bracing yourself for his schemes.

“We will be visiting the nearby villages today,” King Miranda said, “and tomorrow we will be venturing further to the villages sprinkling the outskirts of my lands.”

“We are thrilled to see your kingdom, your Majesty,” Margaret commented, Victoria nodding enthusiastically beside her.

King Miranda smiled. “Though my lands are not as nearly developed as yours, I hope you appreciate the beauty of nature that they have to offer.”

“And if your people are as welcoming as their ruler, I’m sure that I will have no problem falling in love with them,” Margaret hummed, smiling from ear to ear.

“Princess Margaret, you are after my own heart,” King Miranda rumbled, laughing, “I am pleasantly surprised. I thought Princess Y/N’s wit was exceptional, but it seems like it must run in the family.”

“My wit?” you echoed, startled.

King Miranda turned his gaze toward you, eyes soft and a kind smile on his face. “Your father has told me of your intellect, Princess. To say I am pleased is an understatement. You handle my son quite well and it is amusing how quickly you subdue him.”

You blinked in surprise at his words. “Subdue?”

“My old man thinks I am a loose cannon,” Prince Lin exclaimed, rolling his eyes as he took his place by your side.

“Shall I recount the letters I’ve received from the nearby villages and kingdoms?” King Miranda chuckled, eyes gleaming, “My son loses his sense of virtue and honor when a beautiful woman is involved.”

You jerked your head towards the Prince, glaring at him disgust. He had the audacity to grin at you.

“My Princess is all too familiar with my habits, Father,” he cooed, leveling gazes with you.

You were going to throttle him.

The King roared in laughter and your sisters hid their giggles behind their hands. Before you could sputter your protest, the guards emerged from the castle. The rhythmic pounding of their horse’s hooves halted when they neared the King and the guards kneeled in respect when they dismounted. When they informed the King that their preparations to depart were complete, your sisters were ushered into their carriages by the coachman. King Miranda, with the quiet Darius by his side, followed suit, heading toward the carriage where your parents awaited.

“Well? Are you ready?” Prince Lin murmured, dusting off the lapels of his Egyptian Blue coat and holding his hand out for you to take.

You scoffed. “We’re still behind the walls of the castle, Prince Lin. We can begin the charade once we reach the villages.”

“Humor me, will you?” he replied, reaching for your hand and encasing it in his.

You sighed, acquainted with the motions of holding hands with him from the countless times you’d done it the night prior, and let him revel in his strange request. As he helped you up into the carriage, he pulled you close to his side, arm wrapping around your shoulders. You nearly fell off your seat when the pads of his fingers brushed against your bare shoulder, the touch of his rough skin causing a sharp jolt to run down your arm and for you to jerk back in surprise.

You lifted your dress and scooted away from him, eyes burning with fury. “Be mindful of your fingers and where you put them, Prince Lin-Manuel,” you snarled, heart beating furiously against your chest, “or I’ll have no choice but to break them.”

Prince Lin smirked, lifting his hands up in a playful yield. “Why, you almost had me worried there, Princess. You were so complacent with my wishes that I thought I almost had you surrendering to my charms.”

“In your dreams,” your harrumphed, ignoring him for the remainder of the carriage ride.