#twitchtip the gnawer

[cutter-kirby]

permanently thinking about that scene in prophecy of bane when twitchtip curls up against gregor and he wakes up but instead of calling her out pretends it was his fault because he realizes she must be severely desperate for her to reach out to a human. there’s just a quiet moment of connection between them and in that moment there are no more sides or wars or quests only a lonely reject and the kind child who saved her life

[haveihitanerve]

How I Think the Underlanders would react if they walked in on Gregor changing

(i added twitchtip this time)

Luxa: *leans on door* *wolf whistles* it just got hot in here

Ares: *eyes widen* whoops, sorry bro *stands in front of door like good bro and stops others until hes done*

Howard: *blank stare* what the actual fu- Howard: my cousin actually likes you? yoU?!?

Ripred: *gags* *retches* *screams, ‘MY EYES, MY EYES*

Sixclaw: AHHHHHHHHHH Flyfur: GOOD SANDWICH HES GOT HAIR!!!! (are the dramatic bad asses we know and love)

Lapblood: *doesn't even acknowledge him and just goes around the room tidying up*

Nike: OH GOOD SANDWICH SAVE ME FROM THE TERRIBLE FATE THAT HAS BEFALLEN M- Gregor: *kicks her out*

Aurora: oh! My bad! *just chills and waits for him to finish. Its nothing she hasn't seen before, they friends*

Andromeda: *just casually walks right back out*

Mareth: dude. *shakes head* theres this thing called a lock you know? You should try it. *closes door and leaves*

Hazard: bruh. I wish i looked like that! *just walks out and leaves door open*

Dulcet: Oh! My apologies overlander. *closes door*

Twitchtip: *knows hes changing* *doesn't give two fucks and smashes the door down giving him a heart attack* maybe you should learn to lock the door Gregor: iT WAS LOCKED YOU FU-AAAH!!!! *leaves* Twitchtip: *smirks* Ripred: *takes notes*

[yesthefandomfreakblr]

Okay but Ripred sighing his french pet name for Mrs. Cormaci dreamily and referring to her as a goddess.

This guy.

This man.

You really can buy his love with food.

[snekatiemainy]

Gregor and how he interacts with the gnawers actually makes me go a little bit insane.

Giving Lapblood the strength to pull herself out of the quicksand, even brushing her afterwards when she's too depressed to bother doing it herself.

Treating Twitchtip with a kindness she's likely never received before, and rescuing her from the whirlpool when nobody else cared to- her trusting him enough to CURL UP NEXT TO HIM in her sleep.

Offering Ripred food when he doesn't have to, refusing to let Henry hurt Ripred. How he couldn't bring himself to hurt the Bane, and brought this thing that could supposedly destroy the whole underland to Ripred for even the chance he grows up alright. It's insane. Gregor man.

[destinydraw127]

Day 5: RUN LIKE THE RIVER…..

I wanted to do ALL the main gnawers for this so YEP! Here’s Ripred, Twitchtip, Lapblood, Goldshard, Mange, Snare, Twirltongue, and the Bane/Pearlpelt.

Here ya go @oneunexpected! :3

[the-warrior-is-a-gnawer-au]

Things I’m excited to write in this story

Ares and Gregor bonding (I want more)

Ripred being a total dad to gnawer Gregor

Gnawer culture

Giving Gregor friends that are gnawers

Hammet/ripred (they are exes in this you can blame @yesthefandomfreakblr for this)

Gregor and Pearlpelt bonding

Writing Pearlpelt being an actual villain and not.. totally insane? He’s still insane but.. it’s more classy insane.. like there is a reason beside twirltongue’s silver tongue whispering in his ear

Gregor being totally gay for his rat boyfriend (since Gregor is a gnawer in this at the end of this story he’ll be an adult gnawer and I have made a rat boyfriend for him who is base off ratigan…)

Luxa being a total lesbian for her halflander girlfriend.. got to give my queen some love

Ares, luxa and Gregor teasing each other.. (luxa and ares teasing Gregor for his crush, ares and Gregor teasing luxa for her crush)

Giving ares some love..

Giving the underland culture and a religion…

Big sister twitchtip.. just big sister twitchtip

Twirltongue being more of a (excuse my French) bitch!

Gorger trying to seduce ripred (once again blame @yesthefandomfreakblr)

Twirltongue and ripred being exes.. you already know who I’m going to blame

Ripred being bisexual

Just things I’m excited to write about

[ezilo]

TUC Week, Day three!

A very late and very chaotic submission to Day Three: Prophecy/Bane

The prophecy of Bane, and the five senses.

Sight

Ares looks at the two sleeping forms – one his bond, one a pup. One the Warrior, one the Bane. The little rat rolled over in his sleep, into Ares’s outstretched wing. He almost recoiled at that, a lifetime of hating rats behind him. But he was also bonded to Gregor now, he’d protected Boots enough times, to understand why the Bane could not be killed. And so Ares wrapped himself around the pup, to keep it warm.

Against his charcoal wing, its fur looked so much whiter. It was strange, for an all-powerful being to be so vulnerable. White fur in the Underland, Ares could not think of a worse predicament. Had he not used his own dark robe many a time to escape notice? Perhaps it was poetic justice then, that the Bane, who was supposed to have everything – speed, strength, spirit – was easy to spot. Perhaps they would have one advantage, then, if it came down to fighting it. And Ares had little doubt that the Bane would rise to power, eventually. Power, leadership, they were too tempting gifts to refuse (Henry had not). But Ares actually had a little doubt, a small sliver of hope in him, that perhaps this tale would end well. Gregor had given him that.

Ares watches over his bond, his dark skin and hair. They were well-matched, it seemed, after all. For Ares had loved Henry, deeply, but he found himself actually liking Gregor, thinking of him as a good person. In his sleep, the boy looked younger, too young to have lost a sister, only a pup himself. Ares will stand by him, through the trials to come. He settles next to him, his dark fur blending with Gregor’s curls, watches over him.

In dark, in flame, in war, in strife.

Touch

All her life, Twitchip had navigated through scent. Scents were her first memories, her mother’s fur, the warm smell of milk, the familiar scent of her litter. They are her best memories as well: decadent feasts, a lover’s arms, the apples in the Garden. Her worst memories too of course, were driven by smell: the sharp scent of her cave by the serpents, the stench of hate in the air as gnawers encircled her. But now, with her nose smashed, Twitchtip is nothing more than a normal rat, or perhaps even less.

She is stripped of everything here. It has been days since she has eaten anything. They cut off her tongue, and it is so quiet and dark here, it is difficult to rely on echolocation. And even when she can, well, there’s not much to see in the pit.

But she can touch. She can slowly go around it, feeling every crevasse, the sharp edges, the smooth dips in the stone. She explores it’s a great big landscape instead of a few feet of stone. Twitchtip had always seen things others did not, entire worlds wafting in through her nose. And so she curls up in a corner, paw sliding on the wall, breathes in deeply through the pain. She thinks of Queen Luxa fighting back to back with her, of Gregor’s warm leg against her fur, of little Boots trying to tap on her wound to cure her. Ow! I no touch. She thinks of the feeling of Gregor’s life jacket, gripping him for dear life, closes her eyes, and tries to hold on.

Smell

No one asks Temp, but he smells it too.

Something is wrong with the water. They have a word for it in crawler, but in the human tongue he cannot think of one. The water is dancing in strange ways, circling itself, round and round and round again. Temp does not speak up, because no one will listen, besides the Princess of course. The Princess always listens to Temp. And the Warrior might, perhaps, although he is easily distracted, and, as all humans, he trusts his own more.

Temp clings to the princess, ready to defend her, but the fliers are fast, and he distracts her enough so that she does not dive after her brother. When Gregor comes back, coughing up water and holding on to a gnawer, Temp thinks it is not surprising that they are of the same blood.

And so Temp learns his lesson, and speaks up when they reach the island. Twitchtip is right, it is recent. The island still quakes like a young one, eager to grow. But the bugs, oh the bugs. Temp knows their smell. They are… the word is… Yet again, there is no one here to understand the clicking, and so they do not listen. The flier goes down in seconds, like Temp had known she would, because he had seen many a warmblood collapse under thousands of bugs. How they always underestimate the insects.

Flesh-eating. Whirlpool. Temp stores the words away as new vocabulary, and keeps protecting the Princess, waiting for the next danger he will not be able to name.

Hearing

At every pitter-patter of feet in front of their door, Grace jumps up. It’s never them though, never her son and daughter coming home. She sits at the kitchen table for hours in the night, watching the withering shadow of a man who wears her husband’s face. Whenever there’s a little crack or an echo, she’s up, running out, wrenching the door open. But the hallway is empty, and so Grace sits back down, and continues to wait, the faint melody of Christmas songs reaching her from the street. She tries to convince herself that they came back after mere weeks last time, but Jonathan had taken years to come back, long, hollow years.

Sometimes, she sits in the laundry room and stares into the tunnel that has swallowed her children, and listens to the faint hum of the currents. If she scooted a little bit closer, they would swallow her whole. She would join them down there, and defend them, and bring them home. But Grace has Lizzie, and Jonathan, and Grandmother. She has other people sitting on her hunched shoulders. But she does allow herself this moment, to kneel in front of the tunnel and listen to the currents, wait for them to spit her children back.

Taste

Andromeda laid down a few fishes next to him, gave him a sympathetic nudge, and then promptly fell asleep on the raft, wings wrapped around Mareth’s unconscious form. Even if he could not feel it, or her warmth, she still held him close. Because that was what a bond was: devotion, no matter the conditions. That was what Howard should have been, for Pandora. He should have gone after her somehow, he should have helped her, he should have been more careful… Despite the journey, the wounds, the loss of Luxa, nothing feels sharper than the pain of losing his bat.

He carefully scrapes his knife against the scales, cuts through the fish, takes out the innards and rinses the flesh in the clean water. He removes the head, and cuts himself little heaps of it. He leaves a half for Andromeda, and then slowly gulps down the rest, taking bits at a time. He stares out at the Waterway, and weeps. The fish tastes like long afternoons swimming with Pandora, sharing shellfish and squid, afternoons escaping his family always too full of children and crying, Susannah counting her loved ones and always coming up short. Howard was an eldest, and a proud one; he helped people, he loved people, he invented songs. But with Pandora, spending hours eating raw fish and seafood, there he could rest, and think only of himself and his bond for a few hours. He thinks about giving Boots his portion of bread, her indignant yuck! at the taste of raw fish as he chews, the iodine taste spreading on his tongue. Somewhere behind him, Gregor was wandering through a maze, avenging his sister. Howard had not lost a sibling just yet, but he had been old enough when Hamnet had died. He hadn’t been shielded at all, and so he had seen his mother collapse to the ground at the news. Yes, somewhere, Gregor was doing what he could to survive this loss.

The fish is almost done. He pauses for a second, thinking about how he would have good-naturedly bickered with Pandora about getting the last bit. About the fact that she’d died exploring, tasting, the way she would have wanted to.

He knows it’s silly, and wasteful. But he doesn’t take the last bit, drops it into the water, watches it disappear into the deep.

You take it, Pan.

[flippythegodzilla]

Abilities of the Underland- Gnawer au

While the underland has magic there are certain beings with abilities that are not the norm and they can either been seen as a blessing or a curse

Crystal Sight: the crystals of the underland are thought to be heart of Mother Gaia.. those who have the sight are able to look at these crystal and gain visions; the underlanders believes that Bartholomew of Sandwitch had this ability which is how he was able to lead his people down here.. and Vikus thinks that Nerissa has this ability as well

Rager: born but also made ragers are natural born killers, some ragers are lucky enough to live through life without activating this ability. But some are not so lucky.. after a traumatic experience a rager’s magic will start pin pointing exact locations to attack, they will enter a fog and untrain will attack friend and foe alike until the danger has pass.. known ragers are Ripred and Gregor

Scent-Seer: beings who have this ability has a keen sense of smell better than any gnawer, they can smell everything to colors to others own abilities.. known scent-seer is Twitchtip

Shadowstalkers: beings who are quiet.. you can never know when they are near until they speak up. They are perfect hunters known Shadowstalker is Claw

[oneunexpected]

Underland Naming Conventions

For all your OC needs!

FLIERS

All fliers, with the exception of two, are named after figures in Greek Mythology. One exception to this is Aurora, who is named after the Roman counterpart to the Greek goddess Eos, and the other is Euripedes, who is almost definitely named after the playwright Euripides.

Fliers tend to have fitting names, as with the case of Hermes, Icarus, Ajax, and Thalia. Others seem to have names based on their appearances, such as Aurora.

GNAWERS

Gnawers tend to have names that are compounds of two words, and most allude to violence. Some (such as Twirltongue, Lapblood, Makemince, Flyfur, Twitchtip, and Gushgore) have names comprised of a verb followed by a noun. Most (Goldshard, Ripred, Pearlpelt, Sixclaw, Clawsin, Bloodlet, Silksharp, Ratriff, and Reekwell) do not.

A few gnawers, such as Mange, Gorger, Shed, Snare, Razor, and Cleaver, have one-word names. Fangor is the only rat that appears to have a name that is completely made up.

It is also my opinion that gnawers are not named until they begin speaking (not full sentences, but baby-talk, like we see with the Bane). I believe this because Twirltongue is a bizarrely specific name, and because Lapblood mentions Sixclaw and Flyfur by name while referring to their younger siblings only as “the little ones.”

CRAWLERS

Crawler names are temporal (get it— temporal?) and one syllable long. Obviously, our sample size is small, since there are only four named crawlers, but I think it’s enough to go off of. We have Temp, which is a prefix meaning “time,” Tick, the sound a clock makes, Min, the abbreviation of minute, and Pend, as in a clock pendulum or being suspended in place.

UNDERLANDERS

Humans can be basically named whatever they want. Some people have weird names. Some have names that are in common use today. Many are named after Shakespeare’s characters.

The only trend I notice is in the women of the Underland; there is a strong tendency for names to end in -et (particularly -vet) and -a[h]. We see the former in Solovet, Miravet, Stellovet, Dulcet, and maybe in Chim, who I headcanon to be named “Chiminet,” and the latter in Luxa, Peridita, Miranda, Susannah, and Keeda. Exceptions to this are Neveeve, Hero, Judith, and Daphne.

NIBBLERS

Nibblers are named after math concepts and schools of thought with an emphasis in Geometry. Some have short names, like Cube and Root, while others have longer names. Many are named after mathematicians, like Cartesian, Newton, Heronian, and Euclidian.

SPINNERS

The male spinners named are Treflex and Reflex, and the females named are Wevox, Purvox, and Gox, so I assume males have names always ending in -ex while the females names’ always end in -ox.

HISSERS

The only hisser we encounter is Frill. It’s probably not a stretch to assume the other hissers are named similarly, but we really don’t have anything to go off as to what those similarities might be.

DIGGERS

Unknown, other than they’re hard for the other species to pronounce. Perhaps they incorporate hisses or clicks.

STINGERS

Unknown.

CUTTERS

Unknown.

FLUTTERERS

Unknown.

SHINERS

We got two. Photos Glow-Glow and Zap. I’m thinking light. I’m thinking electricity. I’m thinking pizzazz. If you’re making a shiner, just go wild.

[glint-fang]

ORIGINAL POST @destinydraw127

“The Underland Chronicles” asks

📚- Which book out of the series is your favorite?

“Curse of the Warmbloods!” Lots of cool new animals introduced (💖 reptiles 🦎), vibrant/lush environment that contrasts most of the Underland, Lapblood, some of my favorite humor in the series, is a jungle roadtrip with Ripred. . .

💔- Which character that died did you miss the most?

Twitchtip

🦇- Who’s your favorite Flier?

Nike 🤩.

💕- Which creature would you bond with?

A gnawer, or bat.

(tbh I’d be a gnawer bonded to a flier, lol. . .)

🐀- Who’s your favorite Gnawer?

Ripred!

📝- If you could rewrite one part out of the series, which part and why?

I was gonna say Thalia’s death 😔, but changed my mind: the end of the last book w/ Gregor’s dad being incredibly annoying

🏹- Who do you think is the most athletic/strongest character?

gotta say Ripred

📜- Which prophecy out of all the prophecies in the series is your favorite?

first one!

(I loathe the ‘Prophecy of Time.’)

💝- Who’s your favorite character out of all?

R I P R E D

⚔️- Any characters you would like to see each other fight?

Luxa to take on Solovet 👀?

or Ripred vs. the queen cutter??? 😳

🗡- If you lived in the Underland, which weapon would you choose?

claws (decided when I was like 13 that my underland ‘sona would be a gnawer ‘: ))

🖤- Favorite antagonist?

none

🏺- Any sculptors/architects you would like to see in Regalia?

Beth Cavener

🔦- Which place would you travel to in the underland?

the jungle aha ‘:S, and the Fount

⏳- Which character did you wish you could see more and why?

Frill--- hardly said anything, and was kinda treated like a simple packhorse. 

Twitchtip--- she really had very few significant scenes tbh :’/

Nike--- best bat!!

Thalia--- she’s so jolly and young... did not at all deserve to die.

Hamnet--- got cut off so soon

🧠- Which character do you think is the smartest?

Ripred, & Lizzie (smart in different ways)

☠️- Which character do you think should have died?

Vikus; Aurora; and dare I say. . .  

. . . . .

. . . Ripred.

👎🏼- Who’s your least favorite character and why?

Solovet — is a BINCH

❤️- Any ships you have from the series?

the main, canon one lol

🔐- What hidden secret do you want to know about from the series that was never revealed?

(ohh boy... hmm, ‘theories’ and ‘questions’ topic deserves its own post one day.)

📖- What is your favorite quote from the series?

“How exhausting it was to keep a secret, to hide a secret, to discover a secret, to know a secret existed and waited for you in the dark.”

😂- Any parts from the series that was funny to you?

lots!

Some of Ripred’s remarks are quite hilarious; when Gregor falls off from finding Frill running bipedally so funny during the plant fumes’ effect; the shiners devouring the cephalopod ‘delicacy’ after the others defeat it; etc. 

😢- Which moment from the series was the most memorable moment that made you cry?

“Twitchtip died in pit.”

🐀.

And, of course:

“Don’t go, Ares.”

🦇.

[runlikethemotherfuckingriver]

After doing extensive research I have concluded that another reason that Ripred was shunned and hunted by the gnawers is because he is bisexual.

IMO this makes perfect sense, as we see very little of Ripred’s love life in the book (although we are told that love and mating is important to the rats) other than what he tells Lizzie about the Garden of Hesperides. Rats want everyone to be uniform and unvaried, as shown with Twitchtip and eventually Ripred. THe gnawers could just about handle Ripred’s raging and higher intelligence, but his sexuality was the last straw that drove them to started forcing him out and into the Dead Lands.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk

[cutter-kirby]

thinking about my tuc idea where between prophecy of bane and curse of the warmbloods ares finds twitchtip on one of his trips to the labyrinth and they now live together in ares' cave and bond over their shared outcast status and thinking gregor is the coolest and they're besties now

[haveihitanerve]

If By Tragic, You Mean The End-

Twitchtip hurt. Her body ached with every pitiful step she made, stumbling around the small obsidian pit. Her nose throbbed, the constant smartting that had not eased as time went on, but had slightly lessened, perhaps. And her heart. Her traitorous, horrible heart. It hurt. Hurt with every breath, every wheezing gasp, every single thing she did. The pit wasn't big. Just a small circle, maybe the length of ripred nose to tail. And the width of him too. Twitchtip rasped a faint laugh at that. The guards above her peeked down, curious, but twitchtip just sagged against the wall, not giving them anything. Her breaths were coming slower now. It was only a matter of time. Twitchtip took a deep breath, closing her eyes. Her nose was broken, yes, but she could still smell faintly. The first scent that floated into her bruised nose was that of gnawers. Rats. She remembered a time when she had treasured that smell. When it had been comfort. When she had cuddled up with her litter mates and snuggled against her mother. When she had run with other rats, shoulders brushing as they hunted. She also remembered the fear that came with that scent. But, that too had diminished again. Twitchtip was no longer afraid. Not after meeting him. Ripred. Ripred was cold. Harsh even. But she knew why. She smelled it all over him. Perhaps thats why he had been so indifferent to her. But she knew he had cared for her, in his own way. Had made extra travels that he hadn't needed to, just so that she could spend more time in a nest than just cowered in a cave. Had left food and guarded water sources so she wouldn't have to hunt for her own. Had made sure to shield her from the attacking guards. And had made sure the first human she had come into contact with had been gregor. The pup. His pup, though the old rat would never admit it. Gregor. The pup was kind. Sweet. An innocent boy in a world of hate and violence. But by the time they had met, he had already survived one war. And was still fighting for them in the next. And he was still kind. Had treated her with respect and kindness that no one else ever bothered. Had lied for her, claiming he had rolled into her while he slept. Had saved her. That had been the most puzzling thing of all. He had saved her life. Just because. He didn't care that she was a rat and he was a human. He didn't care that no one else wanted to save her. That it was pretty much a death sentence. He had still done it. Perhaps thats why ripred liked him so much. And had felt safe leaving them in each others company. Added to the fact that the rat hated water and needed twitchtip to keep an eye on his pup. Another laugh rasped out of her at that. The guards began to talk, but twitchtip didn't listen, too focused on her thoughts. Her wonderful thoughts. Of the boy who cared. And the rat who had accepted her. When so many others had shunned her. Her thoughts drifted to the queen. The young queen. Who had fought side by side with her, not as enemies, but as friends. Equals. Who had defended until she had at last fled. Gregor. Luxa. Ripred. Their faces drifted in front of her eyelids. ‘What a wonderful way to die’ twitchtip whispered softly. And as she took her last breath, perhaps by fate, perhaps by luck, or perhaps by sandwich himself, it was their scents that filled her nose. Their scents that guided her into that wonderful paradise. And as Twitchtip approached those gleaming apples, she breathed deeply, and smiled.

[no-warrior-here]

     So! I just realized I'd never really talked about that whole Underland Chronicles / Danny Phantom crossover offshoot thingamajig too much, so here's some random world-building tidbits. I'll throw them under a cut like usual.

     - Gregor's family moved to Amity Park mostly because it was so weird it might let their son’s odd nature go unnoticed, but that wasn't the only reason. The property values were actually low enough they were able to afford their own house for the first time-- not only because of the ghosts, but also because they happen to be right down the street from the Fentonworks. Needless to say that is one neighborhood most people do not want to live in.

     - The ghosts... Really didn't freak out Gregor or his family as much as they would most newcomers. After everything they'd seen in the Underland, witnessing a couple ghosts battling each other on their way into town really wasn't so shocking. His mom wasn't too thrilled, but Boots thought it was great.

     - Speaking of Boots, she often asks to go ‘ghost watching,’ hoping to catch a glimpse of a spooky specter. She's absolutely fascinated by them, especially since ghosts seem to be Amity Park’s specialty. Gregor always makes sure to take her someplace they're not likely to actually find a ghost. Usually the park is the best bet.

     - For reasons unclear at first, Boots instantly decided that Phantom was her ‘favorite ghost’ as soon as she saw a video of him in the car, while they were riding into town. Like always, the girl has a knack for picking out kind people-- then again, she never did meet somebody she didn't like.

     - Gregor picked up that there was something ‘odd’ about the local supernatural superhero almost immediately after actually meeting him in person. Danny Phantom, despite acting the role, just seemed so much like an ordinary, friendly kid to him. It just didn't seem to add up.

     - Gregor doesn't really get why people dislike the guy so much, either, and can get a bit irate when he hears people talking bad about Phantom behind his back. And if they try to justify their distrust with ‘he’s just a ghost,’ that just makes him angrier, reminding Gregor of how the Underlanders felt about the Gnawers.

     - Many of Gregor’s old, deceased enemies have long since regrouped in the Ghost Zone, awaiting their chance to wreak havoc and seize power. The Bane, King Gorger, and Twirltongue are the main opponents. However, other old foes such as Fangor, Shed, Snare, and even Henry are still there, preparing their own special revenge on the Warrior. And that's not even mentioning the legions of cutters and gnawers he's slain in battle...

     - On the bright side, Gregor’s enemies aren't the only ones who remain as spirits. Twitchtip, Thalia, Pandora, Tick, and of course Ares are all still lingering on the other side. As things heat up and word spreads that Gregor has moved right to the other side of a stable portal to the Ghost Zone, some might just lend their aid.

     - After finding that some of his old acquaintances from below ground are returning as ghosts, Ares is the first thing on Gregor’s mind. On one hand, he'd love to see his bond again, and the knowledge that there is at least something after death does make him feel a bit better. But on the other hand, Gregor worries that Ares will in some way blame him for his death... After all, Gregor was the one who said they had to get closer-- resulting in the maneuver which killed both the Bane and Ares.

     - Ares, however, doesn't blame Gregor at all; in fact, somewhere in the Ghost Zone, he's still trying to discover his bond’s fate. Unable to know for certain if Gregor even survived, learning how their battle ended is the first thing on his mind. The bat knows that the Bane perished, but considering Gregor was badly wounded the last he or that giant rat had seen... To them, the Warrior’s survival seemed highly unlikely. And after all, the prophecy did call for his death... Didn't it?

     - As it turns out, Gregor makes a pretty decent member of team Phantom. Once he's become a good friend of the ghost, he helps out on occasion to try and hold back the onslaught of spectral invaders. Though he refuses to use anything that could cause too much harm, Gregor can get by quite well with a lot of Fenton anti-ghost tech. His Rager reflexes are just as sharp as ever.

[destinydraw127]

Day 6: HOPE..... Since tomorrow is the last one, I wanted to do a BIG finally for this one (since tomorrow I’m just gonna shitpost because WHY NOT??) so yep, it took me while but I hope ya like it!! Here ya go @oneunexpected!! :3

[sometimes-my-brain-doesnt-work]

TUC Week Day 2 - Preconceptions

Twitchtip had always been the odd one out. Ever since the gnawers had discovered that she was a scent seer and could even smell what colour something was, they had thought she would be extremely helpful to the ongoing battle with the humans. However, when they discovered that she could smell more than just their feelings, that she could smell their secrets, they hated her. She had been scratched and almost killed whenever she was around other gnawers, so she spent the majority of her time alone.

When Twitchtip was alone she didn’t have to deal with the hatred and prejudice against her. Also, the stench of blood and disease that was always around them was barely there. Because she had such a delicate nose Twitchtip couldn’t stand being so dirty all the time, it reeked of awful smelling things when she went too long without cleaning herself. 

So she lived like this, alone, shunned, hated in the deadlands, as close to the gnawers land as she could. Until an old legend, one who the gnawers had thought dead, reappeared. Ripred had found her, scratched, tormented and starving, and took her to where his friends were. He gave her food and water and lavender smelling cloth to cover her nose for when the stench got too bad. All in all, she was doing not okay but just enough, until Ripred mentioned the prophecy of bane. Twitchtip knew that the humans would shun her just like the gnawers did, but if she helped the warrior find the bane then she would be allowed to live with him.

When the gnawers had found her after Gregor and Ares left, she wished for nothing more than for them to kill her. Although her nose was damaged they still acted as if she was the dirt upon their paws. They tossed her into a pit and let her rot. Then finally, after what felt like twenty years, but was really less than one, she had gone. Her spirit disappeared from her body and for once in her miserable, depressing life. She was free.

@tucweek