#unless your sibling is a healer

[underdark-dreams]

It's finally here, all 7k words of it 👀 Thank you for everyone who read chapter 1, and waited so patiently!

[ch1]

Birds and Bees - Ch.2

Rolan isn't usually the type to accept help. In his defense, Tav is very persuasive—and he is very, very desperate.

Tags: Tailplay, Oral Sex, Biting, NSFW | Word Count: 7.7k [Read on AO3]

Rolan didn’t appear again for the rest of the day.

After their awkward exchange this morning, Tav felt she might be somewhat to blame. She tried to recall the bits of Tiefling etiquette she’d picked up from the Elturians; perhaps touching his tail had crossed some sort of line? Either way, the gesture seemed unthinkably forward to her now. 

Then again…Rolan was the one who’d coiled his tail across her desk like that, its tip nearly brushing her hand as she wrote. She’d never seen him do anything like it before. If she didn't know him so well, she’d have found the move almost flirtatious.

At shop’s close, Cal took charge of locking up the front. Tav caught sight of the large iron keyring he carried and realized that it must be Rolan’s. So his brother had checked in on him today, at least—that gave her a modicum of relief.

Lia pitched in to help wipe down all her equipment and carefully fill the many waiting bottles with her cooled elixir. Tav held her tongue from repeating any of the worries she’d made after Rolan during the day—but it seemed her silence was just as damning.

“Stop fussing,” Lia repeated firmly. “Rolan’s just overdue for a rest. I mean, you saw his face.”

“I did.” Rolan had never been the type to slow down or show weakness easily. To Tav, the fact that he’d willingly taken himself to bed worried her more than anything. “Just promise you won't let him turn down a healer if he needs one?”

“If it comes to that, which it won't,” Lia said down to her work. “I promise we’ll find someone, okay?”

Tav kept her tone teasing as she packed away the sealed bottles in their crate. “Hmm, yes…if only you already knew someone with some knowledge of healing.”

Lia let out a bark of laughter. “Trust me, you’re the last person Rolan wants to see right now.”

The sting of those words took Tav by surprise herself. Lia caught their edge too; she pulled up with a grimace, letting a few drops of antidote dribble onto the desk. “Shit, Tav, I didn't mean it like that.”

“It’s okay,” Tav replied, making a fuss of sealing up the filled crate. The thought made her feel rather less than okay, which she didn't want Lia to see. “I think—I don’t know. I feel like I did something rude today, anyway.”

“Oh?” Lia’s tone was light, but she allowed a conspicuous pause to stretch between them. Tav pushed through a twinge of embarrassment to turn to face her.

“Lia, what would you think if I touched your tail?”

Lia glanced up with an eyebrow cocked. “What, right now?”

“No, just—say I did by accident.”

Lia straightened to take a thoughtful inhale. “I mean…it depends on the context. You and I are friends, I wouldn’t think much of it. Unless you grabbed it up by my backside or something,” she added with a laugh. “It wouldn’t be a big deal. If I’m walking somewhere crowded, lots of people might brush against it unless I’m careful.”

Tav had moved around to reset the rest of her clean glassware as she listened, feeling marginally relieved by the explanation.

Then Lia paused her work again. “Are you saying you touched Rolan’s tail?

“You what now?”

With impeccable timing, Cal skidded to a stop at the edge of the conversation, a heavy lockbox under one arm.

Tav glanced between the two of them. “Yes?” The word came out as a question somehow; her mouth went dry as they stared at her. “Like you said, I didn't think it was a big deal. He laid it on my desk while I was working, so I just kind of—” She mimed a little picking-up motion with her hand.

The siblings exchanged a significant look with each other. 

“What?” Tav felt her face burning and knew the color must be noticeable to either of them. “How does it being Rolan’s tail make it different?”

Cal turned back to her with a frown. “What do you mean he laid it on your desk?”

“I don't know, damn—clearly I’m no expert!” She flailed her arms out a bit. “I just turned around and it was sitting there by my hand, all right?”

Another shared glance.

“That explains it,” Cal decided. It earned him a swift pinch on the arm from his sister. “Ow, hey—”

Tav looked between them again, trying to translate. “Explains what? Seriously, if I offended Rolan somehow, I want to kn—”

“You didn’t,” Lia cut in firmly. “This one here's just an idiot. It’s harder to control your tail when you're sick or tired, and Rolan’s been both, that’s all. I'm sure it was a mistake. And he shouldn't have minded you moving it,” she finished with a decisive nod.

With that, Lia snatched up the filled crate from her with one arm and grabbed her brother’s sleeve with the other. Cal stumbled slightly as she pulled him along, but he wisely held his tongue as they headed for the back stockroom. The hinges creaked shut behind them both.

Tav was left standing alone in the cavernous interior of Sorcerous Sundries, beside the desks that she and Rolan used to comfortably share—not sure if she should feel better or worse.

—

The next morning, Rolan was once again nowhere to be found.

He hadn’t even conjured his projection the way he usually did when occupied with research in the Tower. It was a shame; the shop was unusually busy by midday, and Cal and Lia worked without pause. When she could, Tav left her alchemy just to lend a hand with customers or make runs to the supply room.

She found herself worried to the point of irritation. Was Rolan really so stubborn that he wouldn’t take a potion? Or accept healing from someone he’d claimed was a trusted friend and colleague? She tried and failed not to be hurt by it.

Then again, Rolan had always been the type to shoulder his way through awful things alone while firmly turning down help—particularly from her. His apprenticeship, most recently. The memory made her radiantly angry on his behalf even now.

“Shit—” 

Tav jerked away from the flask and sucked on her freshly scalded thumb. She must have the ratios off again; this recipe wasn’t new to her, but the nuances had escaped her all morning. These sublimates shouldn’t get nearly so hot when mixed.

Might as well admit defeat and review the recipe before she wasted yet another bunch of black oleander. Surely there was a reference text somewhere in Rolan’s library?

Tav glanced around to the front of the shop. Cal was recording a sale at the front desk; Lia was chatting with a very large half-orc over near the conjurement runes. Things seemed well enough in hand. Tav damped the flame at her station and quietly took the stairs for the portal.

For lack of a better word: the library of Ramazith’s Tower was absolutely magical. 

Tav stood breathing in the quiet afternoon sunlight, taking an appreciative look up around her. The collection must be the best one this side of Candlekeep, with all sorts of books on spellcraft, Weave theory, alchemy, religion, the history of Toril—just to scratch the surface. She could think of no hands more deserving than the ones its ownership had fallen into.

Just as Lia mentioned the other day, Rolan had clearly been hard at work reorganizing the place. She ran her fingertips over the books’ spines as she walked around the perimeter of the main floor.

She imagined Rolan with his robe sleeves pushed to his elbows, enthusiastically at work in his book stacks, and bit back a grin. There was something so endearing about his passion for taming disorder. As she walked, she found her gaze drifting to the delicate staircase at the far end of the main floor. It spiraled upward invitingly. 

She’d never been to the upper floors of Ramazith’s Tower—nothing past the library. Certainly she hadn’t stepped foot in any of the private quarters of Rolan or his siblings. She wouldn’t even know which door led to whose.

But her mind wandered readily at the thought of Rolan’s bedroom. What it might look like…smell like. 

No doubt it was packed with shelves of books and scrolls, filled with the scent of fresh parchment and leather-bound volumes. That warm, bookish smell that seemed to be woven into his robes. The fresh hint of cedar from the way he kept his clothes meticulously cleaned and stored. And that other faint spice that she could never identify, but always picked up when he stood close to her.

The same scent that had filled her lungs with dizzy pleasure when he’d hovered close to her yesterday, chin brushing her shoulder and arm circled possessively around her waist— 

She bit her lip as heat pooled between her legs at the memory. She couldn't help it—how very fucking nice it had been to feel Rolan’s elegant hands on her, casually and effortlessly touching, as if he was accustomed to touching her much more often and much more intimately.

It would do no good to dwell on that moment. If anything, the uncharacteristic gesture was just proof of how out-of-sorts Rolan must be feeling. He was her friend, and by all accounts, he’d been too sick to leave his room for days. 

With a sudden burst of determination and a disregard for the consequences, she strode for the stairs.

Taking the curving ascent so rapidly left her dizzy. Tav planted her boots on the landing for a moment, holding onto the railing while she took in her surroundings.

This upper hall was also quietly sunlit, filled with fine carpeting and oak paneled walls; but the atmosphere was somehow less grand than the cavernous library below. More intimate. 

Two doors stood on both ends of the hall. Hazarding a guess, she stepped to the closest one on her left. Its heavy oak panels swung forward with the slightest touch.

Not a bedroom at all, but a bath—and a tremendously fine one at that. All the fixtures seemed to be wrought from polished gold. Underneath a towering stained glass window stood the deepest, widest clawfoot tub she’d ever seen.

As she gazed around, Tav caught sight of her reflection in a large glass above the sinks. Her hair was all frizzy flyaways from a day over her potion work. Indulging a bit of vanity, she paused to tame it with her fingers.

One of Rolan’s many endearing habits was his dedication to fastidiousness. Never a hair out of place, horns polished and shining, robes immaculately pressed—knowing him, with a bit of the Weave.

She must look like some sort of wild hedge witch by comparison. Tav had never minded life in the wilds as a wayward adventurer, even after the Elder Brain was felled to the Chionthar. It was part of what drew her to the career of a traveling alchemist. 

But there were moments…most of them in this Tower, with Rolan and his siblings. Sharing a meandering dinner at a real table with actual chairs. Sitting with Rolan out on the starlit balcony, discussing blood alchemy over a glass of wine as they watched the harbor.  

Tav forced her hands still and stared back at her reflection. 

“What do you want?” She muttered to herself. The Tav in the mirror had no answer. But in her mind, one softly bloomed.

Over the past months, her feelings had tumbled forward faster than she could keep up with them. Seeing Rolan, talking with him about anything and everything, working beside him in quiet moments—she found those were the moments she looked forward to most.

His offer to turn one of the Tower’s empty vaults into a greenhouse for her. Essentially giving her a permanent place in his home, if she wanted it. Was it stupid to hope that he wanted more, too?

As she stood frozen silent in the confines of her lavish surroundings, a muffled sound came from her right.

She hadn't noticed the second door past the bathtub; presumably connecting to one of the bedrooms. She realized it most likely led to Rolan’s.

She stepped toward the heavy oak paneling and raised a hand to knock. As she did, more muffled noises came from within. Tav hesitated, questioning whether she should—then leaned in to press one ear to the wood.

There were the sounds of labored breathing, as if from pain or exertion. She strained her ear harder. There was something almost…rhythmic in it.

And then—she could swear—she heard Rolan's voice groan her name aloud.

A shock of heat ran through her chest, prickling up her neck and diving between the cleft of her legs. The rapid, hot ache at her core made her gasp out in surprise, then clap a hand to her mouth lest he heard. She felt her cheeks burning with realization.

Whatever she had expected to find by wandering up here…this had never been on the list. All she saw in her mind’s eye was Rolan, sweating and panting and desperate. And that thought filled her with overwhelming want in response.

Tav pushed herself back from the door with a jolt. She turned and ran, not knowing or caring whether the ring of her footsteps on tile carried past the door. Her pulse pounded against her ears as she rushed out of the room and back for the staircase. 

Even before Tav’s foot hit the third stair, she knew she was headed for the Elfsong. And a very stiff fucking drink.

—

Day passed to night and back to day again in a feverish jumble. Like a vessel adrift in a vast ocean, Rolan was passed along wave after wave of searing impulse.

Had his ruts always been this overwhelming, and he’d just forgotten? Or was there something different about the drives this time around? 

Even the little dignities were stripped away, one by one. He began by conjuring mage hands at first, but his concentration faltered too many times at the cusp. He finally just settled for his own grip. Desperate sounds rose in his chest each time he neared his next finish, the likes of which he’d never utter voluntarily.

And he quickly gave up on clothes altogether. He lay naked and spread-eagle on his sheets and tried to sleep when he could, before his demanding cock inevitably twitched back to life again. The fever turned his dreams shockingly lewd whenever he did manage to drift off.

By sunset, another strong wave of need was pulsing through his core, demanding his attention. Rolan lay back against his pillows and groaned open-mouthed as he stroked himself.

Even slick with oil, the friction between his hand and the raw, overstimulated ridges of his cock bordered on painful. His finish danced out of reach to the back of his mind.

With an impatient growl, he flipped over to his knees and snatched up a feather pillow, folding it into a sleeve for his cock. A crude solution—but with his first few thrusts, the cool softness of the silk caused a moan of relief to rise in his throat. He squeezed his eyes shut as he fucked his own pillow in a desperate chase for relief.

And behind his eyelids, there she was again.

Tav appeared there so easily now. He’d tried to fight it at first—ashamed to be using her like this, without her knowledge or consent—but he found that nothing satisfied his urges so well as when he pictured her on his cock.

So he closed his eyes and imagined Tav…pliant, eager, hungry. Legs spread and center dripping with desire for him. The shameful depth of his need faded away as he fantasized her own. How her eyes might shine as she panted and gasped under him, calling him by name and begging him to fuck her and fill her and mark her as his—

What would she sound like as he took her? He conjured the timbre of her voice, always warm and musical, now canting to a whine as the ridges at his base slammed against her with each thrust.

Pressure coiled rapid and hot at his loins. Rolan slid off the mattress with legs braced, the pillow cast aside, and tugged frantically at his stiff length again. His tail arched and flicked behind him.

Through clenched eyelids he saw Tav laid at the foot of his bed, hair splayed in a messy crown against his sheets as she cried out his name. Her legs crossed behind his flanks to hold him deep inside her tight wet heat—

‘Rolan—’ She moaned louder, her heels digging into his lower back as he took her. Tav gripped two handfuls of the bedding underneath as he thrust relentlessly, chasing more of her heat around his cock, more of the delicious scent at her throat and between her legs—

“Rolan!”

“Fuck—” With a strangled gasp, Rolan’s hips stuttered one last time as his come spilled in ropes to the floor. Panting and shaking, he caught hold of the bed post with one hand as he frantically worked out the rest of his finish with the other. His head spun with the force of it.

But as he opened his eyes and his vision cleared, so did that cottony feeling in his ears. Someone was rapping insistently on the door to his room.

“Rolan, we need to talk—” Even muffled by the heavy wood, Tav’s voice was unmistakable.

“Fuck,” Rolan hissed again, this time with enough wits about him to panic. How much of that last performance could she hear through the door? He snatched up the nearest towel to wipe himself, then tripped away toward the pile of clothes on the floor that had lain untouched since yesterday.

“Go away,” he called tersely, nevertheless yanking the trousers up over his hips. Thank hells that last round had left him soft enough he could do up the laces for now.

On the other side of the door, she was undeterred. “I’m not leaving till I’ve seen you.”

Rolan cursed as one of his horns snagged the ties at the neck of his shirt. Once the fabric dropped over his torso, he whirled around to take in the state of his room. 

Bedsheets pulled sideways from the mattress; pillows strewn across the floorboards; air thick with the smell of him. Absolute filthy shambles.

Using a rush of energy he couldn't afford, he cast a mass prestidigitation spell on the space. The improvement in the air was immediate. But the resulting light-headedness caused him to stumble forward; he caught himself with a hand braced on the door frame.

“I'm not joking,” Tav called loudly, unaware he was now much closer.

He could have yelled at her to wait outside for another week, then, if he wasn't so sure she was stubborn enough to actually do so. After all, this was the person who’d defeated an Elder Brain and taken on several gods in the process.

That…and he found he badly wanted to see Tav in the flesh. Hearing her voice from just beyond his bedroom door only increased that desire. Rolan’s tail lashed behind him in helpless frustration.

“What do you want?” He asked instead, lowering his voice. No use broadcasting any more of this conversation to the whole Tower.

There was a pause on the other side of the oak paneling. “I’ve barely seen you since I got here,” Tav’s voice replied, matching his volume.

“And?” 

“And I'm worried about you…obviously,” she added. “Cal and Lia said you’re sick. But I’d feel better if we could talk face to face.” Even through the barrier between them, he could hear a strain in her voice. She wasn't lying. 

Rolan rested his horns against his braced forearm with a sigh. “Tav, I swear I'm perfectly fine.”

“Then just open the door a moment. Please, Rolan?”

It was far too pleasant to hear her say his name outside of his own imaginings. Rolan glanced down at himself. Barefoot, shirt untucked, but technically presentable. And not pitching a tent for once in the past twenty-four hours. 

“If I do, will you leave?” 

There was another pause. “If you want me to,” came the reply. He unbolted the latch and drew it open to shoulder width.

The wave of Tav’s scent hit him almost before he registered her face in front of him. The sweetness of it overwhelmed his other senses for a moment. It tested all Rolan’s limited reserves of sanity not to grab her by the waist and pull her body against him.

Unaware of the silent struggle raging in his chest, Tav stood with face tilted up toward his. Her eyes had traveled over his figure immediately, checking him over with a worried little crease between her brows. Something at the side of his head caught her eye; Rolan realized his hair hung loose and rather sweaty, exposing the slender tips of his ears.

Her demeanor changed at the sight. Tav sighed, leaning her head against the flat of the door.

“You’re even handsome with a fever,” she told him softly.

Rolan blinked at her. Perhaps exhaustion and hormones were driving him to hallucinations. “What are you—”

Faster than he could react, her palms landed on either side of his face, and Tav pulled his mouth down to hers.

A burst of colors exploded behind his eyes; the sensation of her lips moving on his kindled the dormant heat in his body to wild blaze. She notched her hands upward as she kissed him, and her fingers slid up along the sensitive tapers of both his ears.

Rolan let out a hungry, animal sound against her mouth. Both hands landed on her back and crushed the line of her body forward into his, leaving no space between them. He could feel the soft hills of her breasts pressing against his chest through clothing. The warm scent rolling off her skin and hair surrounded him with dizzying force.

The higher part of his mind was screaming at him. Rolan desperately tried to focus on what it was saying; as he did, he caught the tang of wine on her lips. The discovery gave him just enough will to pull back from her.

And he did, with one jerking step back into his chambers. “You can’t be here.”

Tav stood panting through parted lips, eyes half-lidded as they traveled over him. Rolan felt flames lick his skin everywhere they moved.

“Why not?” She breathed. “I wanted to see you.”

“You’re drunk,” he told her. He rather felt that way himself, still reeling from the electricity of kissing her.

Tav pouted at that, and Rolan wished to bite that lower lip firmly between his teeth. “I’m not drunk,” she corrected. “I’ve had a drink. There’s a difference.”

“You wouldn’t be here if—”

“If what?” Tav watched him as she took a step closer. Rolan stepped back in tandem, reflexive. She was well over the threshold now. “If I knew what was really happening to you?”

Those words sounded much more knowing than he liked. Rolan stared at her, trying to read into her face. He swallowed against the dry lump of his tongue and went out on a limb. “Which one of them told you?”

Tav shook her head. “Cal and Lia have been nothing but discreet.” 

“Then how could you possibly understand?” He demanded. The very recent discovery of how soft Tav’s lips were was making it very difficult to maintain this conversation. He could still feel the way her body had pressed into him.

One corner of her mouth twitched. “Rolan, I’d like to think I’m not completely oblivious. There have been…signs. And I’ve had a lot of time to think about them. I’ve been at the Elfsong all afternoon, just—thinking.”

At that, Rolan felt his tail twitching nervously behind him. “I see,” he replied. Pivoting, like an idiot, trying to pretend this was a perfectly acceptable conversation to have with the woman who occupied most of his thoughts when he was pleasuring himself. “And you think that I—that my—”

Tav made a quick twisting motion to get around the door. She latched it and drew the bolt closed behind them, then turned back to him.

“A lot of humans have heard rumors about Tieflings,” she confessed. “Some stupid, but some credible. I’m saying this is maybe not the secret that you think it is.” As he watched, a much deeper blush spread over Tav’s cheeks. She glanced away to the side. 

“Rolan…I grew up in the Dales, remember? Around rabbits, and cattle, and oxen. Half my friends lived on farms.”

Her analogy couldn’t be clearer. To hear her lay it out so plainly—Rolan felt the last dregs of his pride shrivel up and die. He gripped two palms over his eyes and let out a groan of abject humiliation, turning away to the middle of the room. 

How early had she connected the dots? The moment she felt him brazenly place a hand around her? Had she known all along that he was locked up here, rutting into every one of his pillows?

“Look, Rolan, I’m sorry—I didn’t know how else to say it—” 

Completely overwhelmed by his embarrassment, he hadn’t heard her follow. When Rolan finally dropped his hands from his face, he turned to find Tav standing very close to his chest.

“And I’m sorry for kissing you before,” she blurted out. “I mean, I’m not sorry for it…I’ve wanted to do that for a long time, to be honest. But it wasn’t fair. I just…wanted to know how you’d react.”

Rolan watched as her chest rose and fell heavily where she stood. The look in her eyes made his blood pound through his veins. He felt an urge to reach out and smooth back her hair to bring her in for another kiss, one he resisted.

“I care about you,” Rolan told her, before he could lose his nerve. “Our friendship. I respect you, Tav, it’s not worth—muddying things with this.” 

He felt fingers lacing through the ones that hung at his side, and despite his words Rolan tightened his grip automatically. Her hand was so pleasantly cool against the heat of his skin.

“Why do you think I’m here?” Tav answered earnestly. “I care about you, too. If I can help, I want to. Please—”

She was so close to him; Rolan breathed shallowly, but the warm scent rolling off her skin and hair nevertheless swept past him with dizzying force.

“You don’t know what you’re offering,” he managed hoarsely.

She didn’t falter. “Then tell me what else you think I should know.”

His senses were growing clouded with her; the offer that had tumbled so easily from her rang in his ears. It made the thread of Rolan’s control stretch dangerously taut.

“I won’t be gentle,” he warned. 

His inadvertent shift in tone changed something in the air between them. There was a crackling energy that hadn't been there a second before.

Tav licked her lips as she watched him. “Good.”

Rolan thought he might melt from the heat that spread across his skin. His tail snapped against the mattress behind him. If she moved a step closer, she’d feel how hard he was in his pants.

“Mating bites,” he went on hoarsely. “I’ll mark you. Quite a lot. I’ll try not to draw blood, but…I can’t promise it.”

Tav nodded. “What else?” She asked, encouraging him to go on. 

Rolan swallowed against the embarrassment. But this was important for her to know. “This time for us, it’s all about…reproduction. We become quite virile.” He nearly choked, but there was simply no other way to put it. “For the urges to pass quicker, I need to come in you.”

Tav let out a throaty hum of approval. His cock twitched in his pants at the sound. “That’s fine, I take preventatives—it’s safe.”

They stood looking at each other for another moment. That shivery, electric feeling buzzed in the air around them. Rolan wondered if she could hear the way his heart drummed against his ribs.

Tav leaned in slightly. “Well…” She said, and her wet tongue passed nervously between her lips again.

That taut thread in his chest snapped in two. Rolan crushed her up against him with a whimper. Arms circling around her waist, he nudged a thigh between her legs and firmly ground their hips together.

Tav matched his eagerness. Their lips crashed together; at the back of his mind, he felt her grip cradling under each of his ears. Her fingertips licked like flame against his scalp.

Even through layers of clothing, he could feel the heat of her. Rolan jerked her hips forward harder against his thigh; the swelling length of his cock pressed against her soft, yielding center. Tav dipped her head back from the kiss, arching into him with a moan, and her fingertips laced at the nape of his neck. 

It offered an irresistible angle at the column of her throat. Rolan’s claws raked back in her hair, pulling it to a tight ponytail. Then he tugged firmly, holding her open as his mouth descended on her neck.

He kissed and sucked along the band of muscle from her ear to the curve of her shoulder, then parted his lips to bite down firmly on her soft flesh. 

“Yes,” Tav moaned in approval above him. Her hips rolled into his, grinding herself against the hard cock straining in his pants. Rolan felt her pulse skip against his mouth. Only when he tasted sweet copper did he pull away, laving his tongue over the crimson pin-pricks of his teeth into her skin.

He took only a moment to admire the trail of marks blooming along her neck. Tav was already pulling him in for another kiss. Their lips crashed together with bruising force; her tongue explored, tasting, searching for proof of her blood against his tongue and moaning against him when she found it.

Her scent filled his mind. Without breaking from her mouth, he plucked open the laces of her pants. Rolan slipped his hand under the waistband, beneath her smalls, and slid two fingers to dip down between her legs. Her folds were shining-slick; as he nudged her in circles, a trickle of her arousal rolled down his fingers. She shivered prettily under his touch.

“You’re soaked,” Rolan groaned against her neck. 

“All because of you,” she breathed without hesitation. “Been wanting this, gods, wanting you for months. Your hands on me—cock in me—”

At the words he withdrew his fingers from her impatiently, then sucked them clean. Her sweet taste on his tongue made his cock ache. She scarcely had time to curse at the sight before Rolan gripped both arms around her waist to lift her into him.

With one quick pivot, he landed her down on the bed with his frame pressed into her. Her legs hung off the edge from the hip down, and he used the position to grind the stiff length in his pants against her cleft.

Even fully clothed, it was maddening. He could feel the wet patch between her legs, and when she arched further into him, a primal growl rumbled in his chest. 

Tav’s fingers were brushing at his sides, tugging at the hem of his shirt. “Off,” she panted impatiently.

Rolan tilted back to rip the garment up over his horns, immediately reaching for her own once his was free. He stripped her frantically, ripping her smallclothes in two before he could work them down her thighs.

When she lay bare beneath him, moaning and arching into everywhere he touched, he was overcome with hunger for more of her taste. 

Rolan gripped her hips, dragging her with a jerk to the edge of the bed. With her glistening folds displayed before him, all he could do was drop to his knees and bury his tongue between them.

The sounds she made were like sweet music as he explored her. He sucked and massaged her slit with his tongue, then plunged it as deep within her walls as he could. His eyes rolled back in his head. Her taste surrounded him; his nose brushed her clit as he ate her, further overwhelming his senses with the scent of her arousal.

“Gods, yes, Rolan—” Tav moaned above him as her hands flew to grip each of his horns. She alternately tugged them and arched into his mouth, grinding her clit against his face.

He wanted to hear her say his name like that another thousand times. Rolan curled his tongue against her walls, determined to taste her even deeper, but to no avail. Without his sharp nails, he would have sunk two fingers into her.

Instead, as his mouth left her, the ridged end of his tail looped around to brush over her slit.

“Ah—” Tav gasped from the bed. One of her hands left him to prop up on an elbow to look. 

He watched her face in adoration as his tail slid between her soaked lips, coating itself in a mixture of her arousal and his saliva. Once it was thoroughly wet, he let the heart-shaped tip push experimentally into her.

Whatever hesitation he had evaporated at the way she arched and keened. He pushed in further, inch by inch, hissing in breath at how tight and wet her walls squeezed around him. Rolan felt his cock leaking between his legs at the sight of his tail disappearing into her plush cunt.

“Taking my tail so well,” Rolan praised without thinking, then groaned. “Fuck, Tav, you’re so tight—”

“Don’t stop,” she demanded, breathless.

When he felt the tip brush the limits of her insides, he held it steady as she panted down at him. Her mouth hung open in anticipation as she watched him lean in again for her center.

But instead of landing on her clit, his mouth met with the soft skin of her inner thigh and sucked it firmly between his teeth.

Tav gave a little yelp of pain, but her walls constricted around his tail so hard he moaned against her flesh. He left two more lovely red marks against her thigh before withdrawing his tail from her, leaving only the tip inside her silk.

Then he thrust back into her and took up a forceful rhythm of stretching her open on his tail.

“Fucking gods,” she gasped, gripping both his horns again. He felt her use them as leverage as she bounced her hips down to meet him. 

“Like this, don’t you?” Rolan urged her on, drunk off her desire. “Fucking yourself on my tail—” He leaned down to take another taste of her clit, swirling and sucking as the ridges on his tail dragged more wetness out of her with each thrust.

“Yes,” Tav moaned, shaking under him as his tongue worked over her clit. “Feels so perfect in me, so—ngh—!”

When he flicked the tip of it up inside her, Tav’s words stuttered to incoherence. He felt her inner walls clench and flutter, and repeated the motion over and over with each thrust.

“I’m—oh, oh ohohoh—”

She dissolved into soft cries. The muscles at her core tensed and shuddered as she climaxed against his tongue. Rolan withdrew his tail from her with a slick release, instead clasping his mouth over her to lap down the sweet taste that poured from her. His pants were so wet he was nearly convinced he’d already come, but he felt his cock straining against the fabric just as firmly.

When her thighs collapsed limp to either side, Rolan pushed himself to his feet for a look at her. Tav’s eyes were bright, cheeks flushed with arousal, her hair coiled out in wild tendrils that framed her like a crown. Their eyes met; with both hands on his arms, she pulled him down for a kiss.

Rolan landed braced on his forearms. Their tongues slid and pushed together, trading the taste of her release. When he felt her reaching between them to undo his laces, he pulled away to loose them and strip off the rest of his clothes. 

Tav reached for his erection, and before he’d steadied himself, she gripped his length to drag the generous droplets of precum around his tip with her thumb. His hips bucked into her.

“Eager, aren’t you?” She teased softly.

“Yes,” Rolan groaned. Tav’s soft hand was around his cock for the first time; it was all he could do to locate words. He knew his face was flushed and tense with arousal, but Tav only looked up at him with appreciation from where she lay back on his bed. 

When she guided his length across the wet of her core, he rocked his hips to drag his ridges across her. She shivered slightly, still sensitive, but rolled into him.

“Need you,” Rolan panted, not sure whether he was asking her or begging. “Tav—please—”

Tav’s hand lined him up with her entrance. When his leaking tip nudged inside her, Rolan pushed forward with one slow, determined cant of his hips.

The cool slick of her walls clutched each inch of him so perfectly. A low groan rose in Rolan’s throat—this was the closest thing to real satisfaction that he’d gotten in days, and he hadn't even started moving yet.

“So good,” Tav said under him, voice sweet and husky. “Keep going—”

Rolan braced his hands against her hips. He pulled out slowly, legs shaking beneath him, then pushed back into the tight plush of her. 

His hips took up a firm pace, and Rolan couldn't bite back his whines as he plunged his cock inside her. Whatever his fevered imagination had conjured, it was nothing compared to this—he fell over her again, fangs skating against her breast as her body rocked under him with each thrust.

“Yes, yes, fuck—” Tav was just as breathless as her fingers gripped the infernal ridges on his shoulder blades. She tugged, egging him on.

Rolan took the invitation with enthusiasm. He nipped and sucked around the swell of her breast, breathing in lungfuls of the sweetness rolling off her skin.

“Harder,” Tav begged, the words vibrating against his lips. The hunger inside him surged in agreement.

Rolan’s lips fastened over one nipple. He sucked, hard, letting his tongue roll her against his teeth. Tav let out a whimper, but he felt her legs crossing around his hips as he continued to bury himself in her.

Rolan pulled away to look at her face. A mist of sweat dusted her brow; Tav’s lips were parted and twitching with silent words. 

“Look at me,” Rolan ordered, still filling her with his cock in a steady rhythm.

Tav obeyed, her eyes shining and pupils blown wide. He straightened away from her, never breaking, and laid a hand each on her calves. Then he pushed up, folding her legs to her chest and opening up her cunt even deeper for him.

“You look so beautiful like this, Tav,” he told her, thighs trembling with the effort of keeping his pace slow and steady. “Folded in half in my bed. Stretched around my cock so perfectly.”

In response, Tav’s hands grabbed her knees, pulling herself open even further to each side. “Is this how you imagined it?” She asked wickedly. “All alone—wishing it was me and not your own hand—”

Heat prickled across his neck and shoulders, but Rolan was too far gone to feel shame. He couldn't resist breaking eye contact, however, watching the way his cock stretched open her dripping cunt.

“Just like this,” he panted in answer. She took in breath to respond, but he was already slamming back into her at a reckless pace.

The lewd, wet sounds of his thrusts filled the room, layered with their chorus of whines and moans. Rolan shuddered at how slick and tight she was around him, perfectly gripping each inch of his needy length. His cock throbbed in anticipation of a satisfying release, finally, after all these times of not quite enough—

“I’m close,” he panted, gripping her hips to pull her down deeper onto his cock. The tip of him nudged against the limits of her walls. “Where should—”

“Inside,” Tav insisted, still holding herself wide for him. “Only inside, Rolan, want you to fill me up—fuck—”

The imagery pushed him over the edge, and he did just that. With a throb of release, he felt his cock pulsing and filling her deepest walls with his seed. His hips stuttered into her as he pushed his spend as far into her as he could reach.

Tav clutched his shoulders as he came, humming and moaning out praises for him. Their hips rocked together, nudging his coated length back against her deep center. 

Tav went tense under him. He forced his eyes open and saw her lips parted in surprise.

“I’m—oh—!” 

She gasped in shock as her own climax gripped her. Rolan hissed in breath at the way she clenched and fluttered so suddenly around him. His length was still hard, and his ridges pulsed against her.

As she drifted back down, Tav’s eyes finally lit on him in a daze. “What…what was that?”

Rolan was abruptly reminded of how many ruts he’d spent without a partner. “I'm sorry, I should've warned you,” he confessed. It was hard to form his thoughts while still inside her. “During the cycle…infernal traits get stronger. Like incubi. Helps attract a partner.” Somehow this explanation was more embarrassing than any of the other filth he’d just spoken to her.

Tav stared up at him. “You're saying your come is going to make me come?”

“Essentially.” Rolan shifted inside her slightly, still not confident he was done. “I apologize—I didn't think to tell you. Is that a problem?”

“Rolan—” Tav let out a breathless laugh, and the sound went straight to his chest. “This is the exact opposite of a problem. Just a bit of a shock, that's all.”

The lovely sight of her happy and satisfied under him was too much to resist. Rolan leaned forward on his arms to kiss her, trapping her legs between their chests.

As her hand stroked softly under his jaw, Rolan felt a second ache settling in his loins. He released her lips for just long enough to push her legs out over his hips, then ducked back down for her mouth.

He rolled his hips into her slower this time, but it was somehow more intense. Their lips stayed connected as he drove into her deep. Her walls were slippery with arousal and his own seed, and they gripped like pure silk around his cock. Her opening slid over the sensitive ridges at his base with each thrust.

When he dipped a thumb between their bodies to rub circles over her clit, Tav broke away with a little gasp.

“I can’t again,” she said, panting.

“You can,” he told her simply. “Hold on to me—” 

She did, wrapping both arms and legs firmly around him as if he was her anchor. Rolan dipped his head to her neck as he doubled his pace, their hips slotting together with each brisk slide into her. He breathed deep against the curve of her shoulder.

Still so hungry for release, it wasn't long before he came again hard. This time he just barely pumped his spend into her before he pulled out to look down.

Sticky white seed dribbled out of her slit, running down toward her hole. He dipped the thumb circling her clit down to swipe it back up across her cunt, painting his come across the bundle of nerves at her peak.

Tav’s thighs twitched under him, and she gripped his arm tight with one hand. She swore as he continued flicking across her clit with the wet pad of his thumb, then whined out his name.

While her next orgasm nearly doubled her in half, Rolan tilted his head to watch the sight between her legs. She was soaked, twitching, utterly intoxicating. Her contracting walls pushed more of his spend out of her; it flowed generously from her slit and soaked down into the bedding below.

Finding himself now utterly spent, Rolan collapsed on his back next to her. As he did, he realized his legs had grown fatigued to the point of buckling from the exertions. He let his body sink heavy into the mattress. 

“I made a mess on your sheets,” Tav panted from beside him. 

Rolan groaned at her descriptive language. The fact that his length continued softening was a sign his urges were finally giving him a reprieve, however. “It was mostly my fault.”

She only let out a weak breath of laughter.

Too tired to trust his shaking legs, he reached an arm blind over the side of the bed and snatched up the first fabric it touched. His discarded shirt.

Pushing himself seated, he gently reached to dry between Tav’s legs. One of her hands traced the ridges on his back as he quietly tended to her.

“How long before the next?” She asked him.

“An hour or two.” Rolan didn't look at her. “Tav, you've done more than enough for m—”

The mattress shifted as she sat up and turned his face into a waiting kiss. It was soft, just a chorus of little presses across his lips.

When Tav pulled away, she tucked the damp curtain of his hair behind one ear. “Rolan, unless you want me to go, I'm staying until it’s over.”

Rolan cast a glance over her. Despite the fact that she was naked in his bed and covered in blooming bruises from his mouth, she was very much the same Tav as ever. “Thank you,” he told her quietly.

She pushed him onto his back with a sudden laugh, landing with her chest pressed to his. “What an utterly Rolan thing to say,” she mused. “Need I remind you I just came three times?”

Tav was teasing him, and was of a mind to put her in her place—only he found that none of his limbs wanted to move at the moment. Instead, his only response was a deep hum as his eyelids drooped shut.

He felt the mattress shift as she rose and wished he could reach out to stop her. But a moment later she curled up next to him again, dragging a soft quilt over their bodies. 

Rolan turned inward to rest his head on Tav’s chest—and fell into his first real slumber in days.

[illubean]

HIHIHI!!! I've been following you for a while and i recently saw your toph! reader HC and I've been wondering if I could request for a katara! reader who's really good at waterbending and specialises on healing and blood bending? Could the characters be Gon, Killua, Illumi and the phantom troupe? Hope you eat well and stay healthy!!!

HXH W/ a Katara!Reader

Characters: Gon Freecs, Killua Zoldyck, Illumi Zoldyck, The Phantom Troupe Type: Headcanons, Fem!reader, Platonic

tried making this gn but then I ended up using fem labels a lot >.< also when I see "the phantom troupe" in headcannon requests im just going to write them collectively unless otherwise specified

Warnings: None

Gon Freecs

your older sister/eldest daughter syndrome is very evident around him

he probably doesn't pick up on it but everyone else sees how fiercely protective you are over him

you have a soft spot for children and Gon is literally the sweetest ever so you can't help but want to keep him safe

before the hunter exams, the only role models Gon has ever had in his live have been maternal figures (Mito and his grandma)

you end up becoming another one

which may also be part of the reason he is so respectful and kind

he's ok with your motherly nature mainly because he's very used to it and he can understand where you're coming from

he cares for you as if you guys were blood related

when he went cray in chimera ant arc you were the first person Killua and Leorio thought to call

yk because of your healing ability

you healed him the best you could before Alluka showed up

and scolded him immediately after he recovered

Killua Zoldyck

he likes someone with Toph's rebellious personality but you?

you're a total wet blanket...

your such a stickler, always trying to stop him when he's feeling mischievous

you remind him of how things were back at his estate...

you are not his mother stop acting like it

but whenever you protect him from getting seriously hurt or heal him he's reminded you have good intentions

he knows you're not trying to be manipulative and controlling but god pls loosen up

despite how distant he might present himself he can't help but grow a little emotionally attached to you

he's never had a healthy relationship with his mom...

you are the only normal motherly figure in his life

he acts like he can't stand how you fuss over him but in reality he cares for you deeply and kind of likes that you feel the need to be protective over him

Illumi Zoldyck

unlike his brother, he likes you a lot more than if you were to have Toph's personality

because you remind him of his mother

he doesn't mind your protective nature as long as you don't get in the way

your 'blood bending' technique is of great interest to him..

you are able to use it on normal days and don't have to wait for a full moon because this is my fanfic and I said so

it just happens to be at it's strongest on full moons

he probs starts keeping track of the moon cycles just to take you on missions and see you in action

with the blood bending technique you could literally stop any enemy

a very OP ability indeed....

which is why he keeps you around

you're strong and have a pretty normal personality so there's really no reason for him to dislike you

The Phantom Troupe

it's pretty 50/50 with them

and by that I mean some of them don't mind your motherly personality while others think it's annoying...

mainly Phinks and Feitan; they feel you're too bossy

but the entire troupe can agree that your nen is impressive

1) they have a healer now and 2) your blood-bending is some sort of secret weapon

you get along well with Nobunaga, bonding over your shared soft spot for children

Chrollo probs personally recruited you for your abilities seeing as he couldn't really steal them..

Machi likes having you around because now she has to stitch people up less often

when Kalluto joins, he becomes the one you're most protective over

the younger members see you as an older sibling figure

aka Shizuku(18) Kalluto(12) and Kortopi(he has no canon age as far as I know but I like to imagine he is a child rather than a small adult...)

[ninothebirb]

WE WERE ONCE ONE

part!1: Prologue

Content Warning!: Angst, Fluff?, gn!reader, unhealthy obsessions, graphic depictions of violence (rarely), trauma, spoilers!, (Some of the lore here is accurate cuz i did my research😡) Note: The reader is part of the high cloud quintet- and is also a long life species. So they are vulnerable to mara- but Bailu helps in keeping it suppressed. They still have some amount of control on themselves.

🌘 🦁 🐉 ❤️‍🩹 💀

When the high cloud quintet broke apart years ago, you isolated yourself away from people- only ever paying attention to the new found creation made by Dan Feng: Bailu. She was so clever, so smart and so much like him. It seemed as if he had pulled a part of his loving personality and inserted it all into her.

Nevertheless, you adored her. She was like your own child, a sibling, a friend, a companion. She had won the hearts of many people, being a healer that is- but. There will always be those who never let of the past. She was still a sin committed by Dan Feng, a being who shouldn't exist.

You often visited the statue of the once honored Vidhyadara Prince at Scalegorge Waterscape, where the Dragon palace was located. You would place flower, bouquets- even certain trinkets at the edge of the statue, and pray for his wellbeing. For you wondered, no- you knew he was alive. He was somewhere out there, and he would return for you someday.

It was an unhealthy obsession of yours, letting yourself completely depend upon the thought that Dan Feng will come back for you. He hadn't been killed- he had just been banished. And despite knowing that his memories had been wiped out after rebirth- your reason for living was purely based on the fact that he was alive.

Bailu had told you so many times, let go of him. Even if he does come back he wouldn't have a clue of what's going on, let alone be allowed to enter the loufu. However much you tried- you always returned to him. No- not him, but his memory. You sobbed lonely into the nights, often being comforted by Bailu herself.

Jing Yuan had become general, he had attempted to visit you- comfort you, assure you that not all is lost. He used to be your best friend, the one you could always rely on after Dan Feng when thinsg went wrong. But you detested him now, you wouldn't speak to him or look at him. It was all his fault- his his his.

"Will you not pull so hard-?!" Bailu asked with a pout, you were so absorbed in your thoughts that you completely forgot about brushing bailu's hair. "I'm sorry.." You mumbled with a gentle smile, your grip on her hair softened and you brushed it with love. "Hehe, you bimbo/himbo!" She giggled as she looked up at you. You giggled in return. "Stay still, unless you wanna end up looking like a lion."

Yes, your life could have been called stable. But it lacked what you most desired, your deepest- most wanted desires. They weren't dark- but they were impossible. And you would spend your entire life waiting for them to be fulfilled.

[sotwk]

Legolas & Tauriel in the SotWK AU

I recently received a Anon Ask asking me about my opinion/views regarding Legolas and Tauriel's relationship, but apparently Tumblr is screwing up a few things for me (including eating up the notifications for some Mutuals that I've tagged in my posts... grrrr!) and that Anon Ask somehow disappeared.

Note: This is how closely I track and value the Asks/Requests I receive. My inbox is pretty full, but I remember them all. Pending Asks burn a hole in the back of my head until they're answered. I never delete Asks, unless they're duplicates or (god-forbid), hate mail.

Anyway! I am determined to answer that deleted/missing Anon Ask because I'm stubborn that way. ;) So before I forget, here are some headcanons about Legolas and Tauriel as their relationship exists in the SotWK Universe:

10 SotWK Facts About Legolas and Tauriel's Friendship:

A Short Answer to the Big Question: Is there a romance between them? In the SotWK AU? NO. Legolas and Tauriel's relationship is mutually and entirely platonic.

However, they have something better than the unrequited pining Legolas had for her in The Hobbit series. They are BEST FRIENDS. In SotWK, these two are even closer and more bonded than they were portrayed in the films.

Legolas and Tauriel are "birthmates": a concept and term I created that refers to a Silvan tradition where Elf children born in the same year are believed to share a special bond akin to that of blood siblings. Elven "birthmates" become best friends literally forever--because it starts from birth and remains endless for as long as their immortal lives endure.

Legolas and Tauriel are devoted to each other, but as best friends, which is love powerful enough that they would give their lives for each other. If anything, Legolas is fiercely protective of Tauriel, so he would be wary of any foreign admirers that may approach her (e.g. Kili).

I gave a brief glimpse into the childhood of Legolas and Tauriel in Chapter 4 of my young Legolas fanfic, "Greenleaf's Day Out".

When they were children, Tauriel was the smart, studious, rule-abiding, well-behaved child while Legolas was the restless, rambunctious, cannot-sit-still mischief maker. But despite their personality clashes and constant bickering, they were great friends, school mates, and playmates.

Tauriel once aspired to be a healer and in fact began training to be one when she reached adulthood. However, her plans changed when the Woodland Realm grew dark and dangerous from the filth of Dol Guldur. Her parents were among those killed in the early attacks of the spiders, and so Tauriel then joined the Mirkwood Spiderhunters before eventually becoming a Captain of the Guard.

Unlike in the movies, Tauriel had known the Elvenqueen, Legolas's mother very well since she was just a child, and so she didn't need to have her death explained; neither would she have ever dreamt of accusing Thranduil of being heartless or unloving. She was well-aware of the family's history and therefore very loyal to the Elvenking and his rule, and rightfully so.

In her youth, Tauriel had a giant not-so-secret crush on Legolas's older brother, Prince Arvellas (who was her teacher/mentor for a time), but she eventually outgrew it. She also had strong relationships with all the Thranduilion princes, who were very fond of her.

Tauriel's fate and actual role in the events of BotFA (SotWK version) actually remains undecided in my head! Does she fall in love with Kili? I honestly don't know, and I will have to cross that bridge when I get there with my Durins Live fanfics.

For more Thranduil/Mirkwood headcanons: SotWK HC Masterlist

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[spacemonkeysalsa]

Posting this for a little accountability as I'm drawing more lately, but still feeling pretty reluctant to share anything. I tried to challenge myself by doing a bit more with lightning, and by drastically changing the references I was using, but then I also gave myself a break by making sure their hands and feet are bare, because I really like drawing hands and feet.

This is Cherry & Vovka (Vovka appears in chapter 19 of Appetites), my newest OCs, on the day they met, and he became her patron, some years before their Bg3 adventure and here's them in game after they've had a few years to become besties:

On the one hand, I need to stop making new tavs and new playthroughs, on the other hand NO

But, can I at least? stop? making?

pink ?

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tiefling ?

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warlocks ?

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? Also no.

So, Vovka is in my fic Appetites, though that story takes place in a totally different universe than this playthrough, because he and Cherry definitely didn't get kidnapped by mindflayers in the backstory of Appetites; they were both far, far away from all that nonsense. But I wanted to play a game in the universe where Cherry did get snatched up by the mindflayers while minding her own business in Baldur's Gate. On the ship, she called on her patron to come rescue her. Vovka appeared right away, but didn't rescue her, instead, he also got infected. Oops.

Vovka doesn't join up with the rest of the party fully though. Having a cambion around narrows your options, because it's so common to just attack them on sight, so when he does join the rest of the party, he's usually using a disguise self spell unless they are looking for a fight anyway.

Instead of trapsing around the sword-coast, looking for healers, Vovka is checking with his contacts in the hells, trying to find out more information and bringing Cherry aid (modded items, mostly) when he can manage it. He's also a bit a lot though, usually encouraging her to make less morally upright choices, and often screwing things up in his attempts to help. But like. He's honestly trying. He's just not emotionally equipped for this, and needs a lot of patience, which luckily, Cherry has. They met when they were both still pretty young. In Appetites, his human half-sister sister Isolde tells the story of him getting kicked out of the house when he was thirteen and how she hasn't seen him since. Basically, Vovka was a street child for a few hours, before he got in trouble with the law right quick, but he was disguised as a human at the time, so instead of killing him on the spot, he was arrested.

Cherry was also arrested that day, because she got caught pickpocketing, and she thought her life was over. It probably would have been fine, she hadn't successfully stolen anything, the guards were just holding her overnight to teach her a lesson, and also being a bit racist which made her nervous.

And that's what the scene I'm depicting is supposed to be. He removed his human disguise and approached her in their shared cell, proposing that they escape.

Vovka gathered that this tiefling girl had a family and siblings and parents who cared about her. And that she had a safe place to stay once she was released, so he manipulated her into a pact so that the two of them could get out together, in hopes that her family would take care of him too.

This might have actually worked, except that using his cambion nature and making a pact with someone, for the first time ever, reminded his fiend parent that he existed, so right after their jailbreak, mama succubus promptly came and took him back to the hells for proper programing and cambion education.

He and Cherry stayed pretty tight in the years that followed though. She's his only warlock and with everything in hell being shit, and with Cherry being so young and in his mom's words "completely useless as an asset" their pact wasn't interfered with or altered in any way. Instead, it afforded him opportunities to sneak off and hang out with her when things in hell got to be too much. "I need to check in with my warlock" is one of the few excuses he ever had to not be around for horrible hellscape shinanigans. Cherry got a lot of shit from her family about taking a pact with a half-fiend (not as much as Wyll, obviously, but like she was for sure grounded for a full year) and she refused to actually use her powers for a long time. She was embarrassed and mad at herself for panicking and making the deal in that moment of weakness, and she was mad at Vovka too, though she does come to see his side of things as they spend more time together, and ultimately admits that she's pretty lucky to have a patron who is so chill and so low maintenance. Also, she's had numerous opportunities to forsake the pact, but won't do it, because in the end, she actually does like being a warlock and has a strange feeling that the power will come in handy some day. Besides that, she's also worried that if she does forsake the pact, she'll probably just never see Vovka again.

[sillspore]

Could you please infodump some of your mothpool headcanons to us?

they’re so. they’re so i love them (my bad this turned into a mothpool story ramble instead of headcanons)

- leafpaw sees mothpaw once and her lesbian eyes widen like she just saw god

- mothpaw is super anxious and leafpaw makes her feel unjudged and like an equal

- yes i made moth a paw still, i’ll have it so moth was changed to a med app shortly before her warrior ceremony, explaining why she’s an app and hawkfrost is a warrior

-mudfur names her mothwing (after the fake sign hawkfrost planted) before he dies

- anyway back to the gays

-they’re both lesbians, mothwing is a trans girl :) for me bc im trans and i like making characters trans and also for biological kits purposes

- in the lake territories, leafpool has a crisis when she realizes she loves mothwing. they have a little abandoned cave slightly past the territories they’d meet in i think

- mothwing confesses first, not caring for the code (in ripples, meds can have mates just not kits unless they have a replacement while they step down to care for their family) (half-clan relationships are still forbidden until bristlefrost’s law is made, allowing cats to switch clans to be with their mate)

- leafpool gives in and they are mates!!!

- they almost run away. go back to save thunderclan :( just like leafcrow in canon

- shortly after, leafpool realizes she’s pregnant!! luckily, squirrelflight confesses that she is too. they concoct a plan…. leafpool will give her kits to squirrel to raise, and no one can ask where they came from bc of the queen’s rights law in the warrior code

- (leafpool can’t raise her kits herself bc she’s the sole medicine cat, her clan would be left without a healer)

- they openly tell everyone squirrel is expecting to take attention off of leafpool, brambleclaw immediately assumes they’re his — squirrelflight doesn’t refute him. she only sees him as a brother, but if she denied it the only other cat as a possible father would be ashfur, or a rogue. neither of those options are good for others to assume in her opinion

- as canon, squirrel and leaf go off, and luckily they give birth at the same time. squirrelflight gives birth to hollykit and breezekit, and leafpool gives birth to lionkit (name change maybe), jaykit, and dovekit. they do this at the moonpool, and the wailing attracts crowfeather. he and squirrelflight get emotional, muah muah, cutesy, agree to separate, crowfeather takes breezekit for his friend nightcloud to raise with the kits she was currently giving birth to. that’s the reason crow was out, to get her a nice stick.

- they go back to tc after a patrol helps em carry the 4 kits, later on dovekit dies, squirrelflight is devastated :( so is leafpool :(

and brambleclaw ig

- holly, jay and lion are raised as siblings

- after the reveal, i kinda don’t want leafpool to die as i’ve said before so i think she’ll go to riverclan to be with mothwing, but she’ll be there as a warrior

- theyre so sweet :( leafpool picks flowers and puts them in mothwing’s mane

- leafpool headbutts, a trait she shares with squirrelflight

- mothwing curls around her every night to keep her warm. in greenleaf, leafpool often has to kick her away bc the heat is STIFLING

- leafpool brings the thunderclan herb pouch craft to riverclan, which afterwards becomes quite popular

- leafpool takes her swimming lessons from mothwing, and doesn’t do half bad! she ends up enjoying it

- similarly, she enjoys fishing and how calm it is

- whenever she can find willow she weaves it into necklaces and crowns for mothwing. they are all over the medicine den

- mothwing loves her wife so much she uses her healer privileges to get her the best piece of prey

- leafpool acts as mothwing’s guard, which just means leafpool is required to accompany mothwing on most patrols. leafpool is delighted by this.

- they bask on rocks together!!!! leafpool is entranced by the way mothwing glows

- “i don’t know her god, but i’m no stranger to devotion”

- maybe they’ll even have more kits… who knows?

[rolansrighthorn]

BG3 Backstory Bash by Kelandrin

This is a challenge to help people flesh out their Tav’s backstory by exploring their past. It is organized into four sections with seven prompts. You can treat this as a monthly challenge or a general project. You can write headcanons, fics, or share art based on the prompts! You can interpret the prompts however you want. If you want to share use the tag #bg3backstorybash

I saw their post of this and thought it would be fun to do! I am choosing to do Willow Hvithrafn in this post and may do Daryna Stalwart in another post, just as I did for the Get To Know Your Tav post (Daryna's, Willow's) I am going to tag a few people who may be interested in doing this, but this is not a tag game. You don't need to make your own post or tag others. @underdark-dreams @my-favourite-zhent @dustdeepsea @voloslobotomyservice @faerunsbest

Baby:

Parents: Human father named Mathias, high (moon) elf mother named Estre

Birth: A difficult, long labor for Estre in the middle of Spring (sometime in the month of Tarsakh (April in Earth months))

First word: "No"

When they first walked: Trying to go after Estre as she left to relieve some of her wanderlust, which was very frequently.

Tantrum: When Estre left yet again on her fourth birthday.

First sickness: Days after Estre left on her fourth birthday, Willow fell into a serious flu-like sickness for several weeks that left her alone with the healers at Lathander's monastery as her father did not want to "deal with it".

Thunderstorm: She disliked storms only because the stars were hidden, and stars were her only friends growing up.

Childhood:

Friends: Willow was very cold and distant from everyone growing up because of the neglect from her father and perceived repeated abandonment from her mother who was never quite present when with Willow. Due to this behavior, she never had any friends growing up.

Siblings: Willow is unaware, but she has two half sisters and her mother and father has a son who they love after she left home.

Getting into trouble: She often was spoken to and reprimanded for pushing or punching local and school bullies.

Birthday: Sometime in the latter part of Tarsakh in the spring.

Games: Willow has no patience nor any interest in games.

Learning something new: Unless it is related to combat, strength training, or something related, she has little to no interest. She is not unintelligent, but she isn't especially talented at anything either. She is just average.

Trauma: Her father neglected her, her mother was hardly ever around, she was bullied for emotionally struggling and for crying over everything to the point she grew cold and distant and emotionless until she met Geraldus.

Teenager:

First love: Willow never loved anyone until she met Geraldus as an adult.

Rebellion: Her "rebellious" phase was standing up for others to bullies and being physically violent with them.

Running away: Willow hated her mother's wanderlust and leaving so much she tries to suppress that part of her and viewed running away as the same thing. Although, she exhibits similar behavior by walking away/removing herself from uncomfortable situations.

Reckless behavior: Standing up to anyone and everyone who were mean, especially those who physically bullied others. Sometimes she would get hurt trying to defend others.

Peer pressure: She has never been subject to peer pressure as she never cared what others thought after she emotionally sealed herself off.

Growing pains: She had a lot of knee and lower back pain.

Taking responsibility: When it comes to protecting others, she is good with responsibility. But if she misbehaves or hurts an innocent she gets defensive out of embarrassment and will walk away/storm off.

Adulthood:

Their “first time”: Their first time will be with Geraldus, several months or so after they officially get together.

Serious relationships: Her one and only serious relationship will be with Geraldus.

Work: She is a Harper, and growing up she did side jobs (vermin extermination, pet sitting, etc) to get money to pay for a special weapon.

Leaving home: She left home at 20, joined the Harpers at 27.

Aging: Gracefully as she is a half high elf.

Finding their place: She only finds her "place" once she's accepted Geraldus in the others as a part of her life.

Staring a family/found family: Willow does not want to have children, and will never have any. Kava, a Dragonborn who joined the Harpers, is the only one she considers a friend, almost like a brother, and Geraldus is her love.

[enchanted-moura]

What has been your experience with astrocartography (astrolocation) and planetary lines?

Very true and very powerful when I have traveled. I live on my Sun line and near my Venus line, so I have a great deal of popularity and protection from hateful people.

Each planet is going to give your life the theme of its energy.

You should also look at where the planet sits in your chart. e.g., a planet in the 7th house makes that LINE filled with people who want some kind of relationship, even a future spouse can come from this line. 4th house planets make their lines have a family and home flavor.

Sun line: Ego power and being a star. Brings responsibility but not too much. Leo energy.

Moon line: staying at home and being caught in sensations. Might bring very emotional people who want reassurance. Cancer energy.

Mercury line: neighbors, siblings, communication, research, routines, gossips, and lower education. Gemini and Virgo energy.

Venus line: lots of secret admirers, money, beauty, being a social butterfly. Libra and Taurus energy.

Mars line: Only good for military men and athletes. Can bring trouble with men and authority figures. Lots of high speed and destructive energy. Scorpio and Mars energy.

Jupiter line: Lots of good luck, inflated self image, travel, arrogant people or being arrogant and snotty. Good for higher education or can lead to boozing and drugging a lot. Sagittarius and Pisces energy.

Saturn line: Only good for people when they work very hard and live in utter discipline. Very isolating, very bare bones, very harsh on teaching you your karmic lessons. Terrible for slackers. Saturn and Aquarius energy.

Uranus line: Excellent for researchers, humanitarians, and geniuses. Brings lots of networking opportunity and futuristic energy. Also brings both good and bad luck randomly, terrible for homebodies and people who hate change. Energy of Aquarius.

Pluto line: This is a life and death line. Can bring danger, abuse, transformation, power, and forced facing of your soul. Stay away unless you are strong and blessed in the 8th house energies. This line can destroy simple people or even get you killed. Scorpio energy.

Chiron line: Brings you to commit your karmic sins and forces you to carry the lesson as a wounded healer. Stay away unless you want huge trouble. Everyone I know who was born on a Chiron line suffered terrible abuse as a child.

 -  Sierra Penguin

[tentakilly]

Hour family update(still no art sorry)

I’ve changed Clair’s name to Cassandra and speaking of her I’ve updated her powers.

Future sight is a very risky power that takes a lot of will and energy. It takes years of research and skill to pull of something like conceiving a possible future(especially with how frequently she does it). The caveat is that she can’t speak of the contents of the future she’s seen because if she dose it’s 99% likely it will be set in stone and there will be no other path for the person, place, thing, or even the small pocket of me and my siblings universe I’ve placed my headcannon in(this applies to all people with this anomaly). She primarily gambles with her powers and is very much a cheater. She doesn’t say the outcome out loud tho to give the assumed non cheater a 50% chance at beating her. She’s nice sometimes. Casandra bets futures along with small amounts of money if you lose you lose your money and you possibly get a horrible future(or a nice one depending on what she’s seen).

Nobody:

This is the guy I’ve previously called “Michael”. It didn’t make sense for him to keep his name just in quotes because he did get married to a fairy(they love each other very much). Also he is possibly a changeling. He may not be Evelyn’s true first born but he was close enough so he might have been possible taken. It’s up in the air no one knows what the hell is up with o5-6 and his husband. Not even cowboy himself.

TJ:

He’s not a healer he’s an energy conduit. He moves energy through himself and others in different ways depending on what he wants. Usually it’s healing or murder(he is a freelance assassin) but he is pretty scary because he doesn’t even know the limits of his own power. His ex is haunting his ass btw.

Jackall:

She can talk to the dead. I thought it would be funny to give the immortal woman the power to talk with the dead/ghosts. Also the ghost of her ex girlfriend follows her around so she’s never really alone or unsafe. She’s also the reason Jackie never started dating anyone else. She’s also the kind of woman who keeps her enemies close to an absurd degree. She has tabs on all the people she hates to the point she can predict nearly every move of theirs. This is 1 of 2 reasons Dr Glass is still site-17’s head of psychology.

Vio:

Vio unlike his husband chose to use a name after he got married. He chose Violet! He knows humans very well and absolutely despises plastic. If you’re in his house you have to follow fae law to a T(unless your his husband). This is his revenge for plastic.

The parents:

Adam is dead to me and Sarah and Evelyn’s story isn’t really anything bigger than The Sister’s Story by Masaworksdesign.

Have a good day/night :]

[astoldbyaja]

The Orisha and the Hashira- Ch.13

My brows knit together in confusion.

“Join your corps… as in become a demon slayer?” I asked. Lord Ubuyashiki’s smile remained on his face.

“More so as… a last resort for a threat if even the Hashira come across… a high ranked demon they cannot defeat.?” he said. I tilted my head.

“High rank?” I asked. My mother did not tell me that Japan’s demons have ranking systems.

“Yes, we call them upper moons. I would tell you more but there is no need to discuss such details as you are not a corps member. We both know of the power you and your brothers hold. If you are anywhere like your mother and father, you alone could take on all the Hashira. But you have already finished your war with the demons, so I will not try and coax you back into fighting as a slayer unless you desire it. If you decide to take on such a role, of course you will get your own Kasugai crow.

You will be of your own rank shared with the superiority and privileges of the Hashira. Like I said I will not ask you to take up that mantle. I simply ask you to join the medical team helping the wounded, the sick. You would be the Head Medical Healer helping Shinobu if the task becomes to great, or she must go on an assignment. Femi tells me you have the ability to bring the dead back to life without altering their minds for the worse. I feel with the threats we face, that could prove useful. If you so, choose. I’d also ask you to protect the Butterfly Mansion and its residents from any threats that would dare harm them.” he said. I took in his words listening intently at what was being asked of me.

I could go and live wherever I pleased, but I remained on the Mother Continent because I was seen as a deity among the people who have witnessed my power. They worshipped me, they brought me gifts and offerings in return for a successful future. It offered a safe blanket for me to live out my days and start a family should I choose to.

But things were different now. Kyojuro. My mate is here, and so I will remain here.

“That is quite an offer, Lord Ubuyashiki. Can I assume you’ve spoken to my brothers as well? I see no reason to accept an opportunity if they were not given the same chance. I suspect both of them will want to leave once your self-portrait is complete.” I explained. His eyes lowered toward my feet.

“Do you not plan to leave once the painting is complete?” he asked. I shook my head.

“No. I have plans to stay in Japan.” I replied. He smiled more.

“That makes me happy… but to answer your question I have spoken to your older brother. Bambaataa has graciously accepted a temporary position of being a demon slayer. It appears something in him has changed and he misses the thought of battle.” he said. I would say I was stunned, but my older brother is a killing machine. He’s fought in many wars just to sharpen his mind for fighting demons. But I wonder if our argument has added fuel for his desire of violence.

“I see… I know he will be of great use to you. But the Butterfly Mansion is Shinobu’s home. I doubt she’d want me moving about her home giving orders to anyone.” I replied. The lord gave a short chuckle.

“It was actually Shinobu’s idea to offer you such a position.” he said. I was taken aback by his words. Why would she do this?

“And Femi… he is not a fighter. Bambaataa and I would never permit him to take part of anything in regard to demons.” I said firmly. Lord Ubuyashiki gave a soft hum.

“You are right. I would never ask a child so young to take part in what we do. Femi is only here to paint and enjoy the experiences of Japan seeing as he has his two siblings to protect him.” he said. I nodded in agreement. Since Kyojuro is a Hashira, his life will always be tied to this organization. It is only fair I take part in it as well seeing as we both have a common enemy. I bowed at the man.

“I accept both your offers of helping the Butterfly Mansion and offering my services as a last resort in the protection against any demons lower or upper rank… I also do not mind going on assignments with the other demon slayers and Hashira if needed.” I replied.

Lord Ubuyashiki and Amane smiled and bowed back.

“Thank you, Daughter of Ayomide.” he said. I bowed once more before taking my leave. As I moved through the manor, I started to think of Kyojuro. Would he be happy about me joining the demon slayer corps even if it’s to help in the Butterfly Mansion?

“What no way!” I hear Femi from outside. I follow his voice until I am back outside walking on the engawa. I see my brother and many others. Tanjiro, Inosuke and my brother were standing before two men in masks and Bambaataa was beside them both holding a very large hammer.

“What is going on?” I asked calmly. Tanjiro whipped his head to me.

“Ayo, hi! I wanted to introduce you to some very important people! These are Mr. Hotaru Haganezuka and Mr. Kozo Kanamori. They’re swordsmiths whose community of other swordsmiths play a vital role in the demon slayer corps. They make our Nichirin swords, our blades are the only weapons that can kill a demon.” he said. I looked at the two men who just looked me over some.

“I see. It is nice to meet you both.” I replied.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Ayo. You must forgive the excitement on my face, but seeing the warriors who we were tasked to is very exciting.” Mr. Haganezuka said. He’s excited? I was curious of what he was talking about until I looked at Bambaataa who chuckling happily as he held his very large hammer off his shoulders. It was black as coal. Even Mr. Kanamori was eyeing the hammer giving gentle claps and praises to the weapon… almost as if he made it himself. I looked at Mr. Haganezuka.

“You were asked to make us weapons.” I concluded and he nodded.

“Yes. Lord Ubuyashiki asked for them to be created once you arrived. We have never made anything that is not a blade, but Kozo and I jumped at the opportunity to make something even better for demon slayers from Africa.” he said now turning behind him and pulling a deep silver Yari spear. The blade at the top I could already tell was sharp. My eyes widened as the man held it out to me.

“I offer you the Crimson Iron Spear.” he replied.

“And the Scarlet Ore Warhammer!” Mr. Kanamori added happily. All the while Tanjiro staring happily at us all and Inosuke was sulking for not having a cool name for his weapons. My eyes widened as I gently raised my arms to take hold of the weapon. It had such weight to it, but immediately my energy moved through it, and I felt an immediate connection.

“They’re beautiful.” Femi said and I felt my eyes water.

“Yes, they are.” I replied stepping back and gently moving the spear from left to right.

“With the swing of your hammer and a cut of your spear you will be able to slay demons with no issues.” Mr. Kanamori said. Bambaataa stepped back himself and together began to swing and spin our new weapons. Femi and the other two watched in awe as we moved our weapons around. I tossed my spear in the air; it spun so fast and fierce.

“Woah!” the three young ones said. I raised my hand and caught the handle immediately. I felt the raw power in it as I held it up to my face then looking at the two sword makers.

“You both honor me. Thank you.” I said bowing at them.

“Thank you.” Bambaataa said bowing as well.

“So, you two got new weapons.”

Everyone except my older brother jumped as we turned to see Giyu standing there.

“Giyu, when did you get here!” Tanjiro replied.

“Someone should put a bell on you!” Inosuke said.

“I simply came to invite Ayo to my estate so that we may spar. Maybe she would also like to use her new weapon.” he said.

“A spar, I would like to watch! Can I sister?” Femi asked.

“Me too, me too!” Tanjiro and Inosuke chimed in. I chuckled and nodded.

“I think that would be a lovely idea.” I replied before looking up at Bambaataa. “Would you care to join, brother?”

I could only imagine what he is thinking right now as we have not really spoken since our argument. I was sure he was still angry at me revealing myself and claiming a mate so far from home. Would he turn his back on me now? Am I no longer his sister?

“I will join.” he replied, and I smiled happily now.

After thanking the two swordsmiths, we departed to Giyu’s estate. It was pretty empty. Did he not have a family? Femi, Tanjiro and Inosuke stood watching with wide eyes as Bambaataa sat peacefully on the ground with his hammer laid delicately before him.

Giyu and I faced each other calmly. I had to remember he is a human so there was no reason to attack in a way that would cause him great pain, even if he is trying to cause me pain in return. This was also a good time to study a swordsman and his moves.

Kyojuro’s movements when fighting that demon on Mount Kumotori was impressive. It made me wonder about how he would fair in a fight against me. Maybe that’s why my brother’s decided to join and watch us today. Bambaataa has already fought Sanemi, and even now the wind Hashira is constantly trying to pick a fight with my brother. Does he see my brother as a challenge then?

“Are you ready?” Giyu asked removing his sword and pointing it at me. I nodded.

“Yes, come.” I replied firmly before tapping my spear on the ground and then I crouched taking my pose, holding it up firmly before my face. This energy it’s so powerful, and I loved it! I could not wait to use it.

“Phambili!” my brothers shouted in perfect unison. I screamed and glided swiftly toward Giyu who came at me as well. He was fast, but I was able to see him easily. We clashed weapons, I kept both my hands on my spear to hold against him and quickly, I spun to swing my spear to hit him from the side, but he dodges it. So, I squat swing my leg with an attempt to trip him. He jumps high in the air before soaring at me.

“First Form: Water Surface Slash.” he said calmly as he prepares his blade to strike. My body’s defense system reacts on its own, making the flow of water just a bit stagnant in his entire body. His entire body grows rigid, and he gasps and immediately falls to the ground. I winced and approached.

“Giyu, I’m sorry!” I replied. He groaned as his body shook some.

“What the hell was that?” he asked.

“Water stagnation. It’s a defense mechanism that happens in the body and it goes into a temporary shock. It’s very minor though. Maybe we should stop. It could happen again if my energy senses you trying to attack it. I’m so used to demons attacking that now my body only knows attacking first.” I replied moving to help him up. He held his hand up.

“Hey is the fight over already?” Inosuke yelled.

“I can control it, but it will take some practice. Maybe we should spar again once I have gotten it under control.” I replied. He winced and looked down at his sword.

“Allow me to help you practice control.” he offered. I tilted my head.

“Are you sure? You’ll probably get hit a few more times, but I think it would help me greatly.” I replied. He nodded taking a few steps back and holding his sword out.

“Come at me.” he said. And I did. The move of a swordsman is quite interesting to experience firsthand. These breathing techniques are amazing. However, I have forced my body to focus on not attacking when Giyu used a breathing technique. He was hit with water stagnation three more times, before my body grew use being attacked by a human. But that was just it.

I purposely let Giyu attack me with for different breathing attacks and also, they wounded me, it hardly did anything to me. Granted him being a human made him automatically weaker to me. Is that why these demons can have such an advantage over them? These Hashira could only do so much, could their powers really stop a demon of greater strength? I dodged his attacked easily, allowing only some to hit me to gauge their power.

I was cut a few times, only for my wounds to close. These attacks should have dismembered my arms when they came, but my body remained tight now allowing an attack to hit me. Yet a demon’s attack did considerable damage since the attack wasn’t of a human. I managed to cut and nick at his uniform, arms and legs to show I could easily have hurt him more but was holding back.

I swung my spear into the ground and caused a wave of water, taken from the air, to blast in his direction. He cut it in half, but I was already in front of him, using the water to pull me through the air.

He raised his sword to clash with mine, but I spun and tripped him with my spear before quickly moving to squat over his head, my spear at his throat.

His eyes widened as he looked up at me.

“You can see my every attack and counter it.” he said as if perplexed. “Any attacks that did land, you allowed it. You were testing the strength of my attacks. This was nothing for you. If I went all out… I probably still wouldn’t have scratched the surface of your power.”

I smiled sweetly and tilted my head some.

“You still fought well, Giyu.” I replied standing up and helping him up.

“Now I see why Sanemi keeps wanting to fight your brother. He’s incredible without a weapon but now…” he paused.

“Sister, that was amazing!” Femi called out as everyone approached.

“I’ve never seen someone move so fast before!” Tanjiro called out.

“Yeah, I couldn’t even see you most of the time!” Inosuke gushed.

“You all are strong, stronger than any Hashira I have seen. I am glad you’re on our side.” Giyu replied.

“Well don’t get ahead of yourself now, they ain’t stronger than me!” Inosuke said pointing at himself triumphantly. All the while Bambaataa began to loom over him like a shadow.

“Oh really, care to spar again with me boar head? Your swords vs. my Warhammer?” he asked. Inosuke immediately tensed, visibly shaking.

“Nu uh, not you! You fight worse than a demon!” he said pointing dramatically making Tanjiro chuckle nervously. I looked at Bambaataa accusingly.

“What did you do?” I asked.

“Taught him some manners.” he replied with pride.

“Ayo, I would like to one day test my abilities as well. Can we spar sometime?” Tanjiro asked. I smiled and nodded.

“Of course.” I replied.

When the moon was up high, my brothers and I sat together at the hot springs, my energy creating a veil around us yet again so my brothers could be exposed.

“So, I hear you agreed to help fight demons while we are here. It seems you needed something to do?” I asked Bambaataa. He was seated beside me as we watched Femi lounge in the water.

“The manner is shrouded in the demon repellent wisteria. If Femi stays here, he will always be safe. I have watched many of the Hashira train the younger slayers. I know all I need to know about this corps to know in the end they are useless against the real dangerous demons. Only a few of them are gifted and even that is not enough for the demon population that will grow.” he said. I smirked.

“So, you’ve taken it upon yourself to do some volunteer work?” I teased. He smirked.

“Might as well continue to show I’m better than them. I get to kill demons and have greater purpose until we return to the Mother Continent.” he said. Now it was silent between us, and Femi exited the water and joined us on the ground. He looked at me with worry.

“But you are not coming back with us are Ayo?” he asked. I let out a gentle sigh feeling the tense energy around Bambaataa.

“No. She will stay here with her flame lover.” he spat lowly looking down to the ground. I looked at him with soft eyes.

“When it is your time, you will meet your mate and so will you little brother,” I said smiling at Femi, “and whoever they are, you’ll know it was meant to be because you’ll be so happy. You won’t question why the universe chose her for you, but you’ll be happy to have someone you can cherish and protect. Only the gods know who is right for us and who is wrong.” I held my hands up to both my brothers.

Femi immediately took my hand and we looked at Bambaataa holding our hands out to him, and he crossed his arms with a pout before sighing and moving to take both our hands and we smiled letting our energy flow through the other so that we could connect in an entirely different realm. Fuzzy pink and white was all around us.

“My children. I am so glad to see you are safe.”

“Umama.” we said in unison.

“I hope Kagaya Ubuyashiki is being a gracious host.” she said.

“He is mama. He speaks highly of you.” Femi said.

“He is an honorable young man. I know the path he is taking to rid the world of demons, and I commend him for it. I commend all his children for making the ultimate sacrifice to destroy these demons. Many of us have done the same.” she said.

“What will be the next task for us after this mission is completed?” Bambaataa asked.

“Always so quick to jump back into the field my young son. The world is yours to explore, to figure out what is meant to be your next path will be your own journey.” she said. I looked down some feeling a gentle hand on my cheek, and I looked up to see my mother smiling down at me, her body in white and black dress, her hair braided back with the same white streak of hair going up her head and into her braiding pattern.

“You have found the man who is meant to be your mate.” she said. I winced.

“Yes, but he is not of the tribe. I mean why him?” I asked softly. She gave a loving yet curious stare.

“Are you not happy my daughter?” she asked.

“I- I am, but he’s not one of us.” I replied. She sighed shaking her head.

“Them, us… look at him and you will see his heart only beats for you. I know the only way for the Orisha to survive is to be with other Orisha or people of the tribe, but that is not the path that is meant for you.” she said smiling down at me. Her words brought me joy. She appeared before Femi placing her hand on his head. He smiled happily up at her. She stared down at him with a caring smile before that smile gently faded.

“Soon a time of great parrel will come for us you will have to make a choice- all of you will. You all will decide who stands and who falls by the end of it.” she said seriously. Her form appeared before Bambaataa and she caressed his cheek, a gentle tear streaming down her face as she eyed his scar.

“What parrel, Umama?” he asked.

One that will shape your futures forever…

I gasped gently opening my eyes to see we were on the ground again surrounded by the mist. My brothers looked from the sky and onto each other.

“What did she mean by shaping our futures forever?” Femi asked. We were all quiet before Bambaataa stood up.

“We will know when that parrel comes. But whatever it is, we’ll be ready.” he said. I smiled and nodded standing up too.

“That we will.” I replied. Femi got up and hugged me tight in agreement.

As the days went on, I threw myself into my new duties of the butterfly mansion. Femi continued his painting and Bambaataa was on missions with different slayers and sometimes Hashira. He joined Mitsuri on a mission much to Obanai’s dismay and even trained with Gyomei at his estate. Sanemi was definitely trying to get a mission with him to prove himself, but Bambaataa always denied a mission with him which upset Sanemi greatly.

“What you scared to fight a demon alongside me huh! Scared you’ll break your little hammer!”

I think he secretly sought my brother’s approval. But I could be wrong. I thought of Kyojuro, our crows delivering messages back in forth. His mission took an extra week as the demon he was looking for kept illuding him. I just wanted him to return to me safely.

I was given a list minute task of going on a mission with Sanemi. It seemed the demon we would be facing was partnering with other demons and Lord Ubuyashiki wanted to see how we faired together. Sanemi did not show visible annoyance, but I knew deep down he was. We were traveling quietly. It seemed he didn’t want to make small talk which was okay with me. He informed me of the difference routes we could take to the village.

“We could go through Asakusa, the district in Japan’s capital city of Tokyo, but due to not being allowed to carry our weapons we’re taking a side route that’ll be longer, but I’ve traveled on it. It won’t take up too much.” he said. I nodded.

“I understand.” I replied. I felt my walking falter as I placed my hand over my stomach. I could feel the mild cramping sensations in my pelvis. This was odd. I then felt a gentle leak in between my thighs, and I stopped looking down at the ground. Sanemi stopped and looked back at me with a frown.

“Why’d you stop, don’t tell me you’re getting hungry or tired already.” he said. This was impossible. I was so very still, looking down at my stomach for a second. I then moved off the road and over by a tree. “Hey!”

I hid behind a tree briefly and lowered my uniform so I could see the inside. I flexed a bit. Spotting. So, my body has finally developed. My uterine lining is shedding, and this was so very bad.

“Sanemi… go on without me I shall catch up!” I called out.

“What? What the hell are you talking about, I’m not leaving you behind! I don’t need to hear any shit from Bambaataa if something happens to you!” he yelled. I took a few breaths and turned back around and approached him.

“It is dangerous to travel with me now for a few days. Go up ahead you’ll be safe.” I replied. He looked me over with a shake of his head.

“Why, what’s going on Ayo?” he asked.

“I have… started my monthly menstruation.” I sad. His eye twitched.

“WHAT!” he screamed, and I nodded.

“Yes, but it’s different with Orisha women. My blood becomes a dinner bell for demons. When the sun goes down, they will come. I can fight them on my own, but I will not have you in the area when it happens.” I replied. He grumbled and crossed his arms, his face growing a shade of pink as if uncomfortable with this discussion.

“Don’t worry. I have a unique blood type that also attracts demons to me. If they attack, I’ll cut myself and draw them away from you. You head to Asakusa, and I’ll find you there.” he said. My eyes widened as I stared at him and shook my head.

“What, no I won’t leave you behind!” I replied making him growl.

“Don’t argue with me! I can handle myself! Just do what I say!” he demanded. To say I didn’t believe in this plan was an understatement.

But when the moon came, the demons came with them in droves. This was far worse than any I had seen in my homeland. I was in awe at Sanemi’s power as he cut them down after cutting his chest and drawing them away from me. I killed a few myself however that did not stop a demon from lifting me up by my leg and planting its nose in my crotch. Its head was immediately cut off and I landed with a thud.

“WHAT DID I SAY, AYO! RUN! GET OUT OF HERE!” he yelled. I winced and yelled in frustration before turning and fighting my way through the demons that came at me. I ran for what seemed like hours, until I could see the lights of a city up ahead. I could read and smell so much water. It was Asakusa, I made it. I slowed my run and looked behind me as if thinking I would see Sanemi. But he was not behind me. I was covered in dried blood. My wounds had healed but I was still covered in both blood from my top and between my legs.

As I was drawing closer to a crowd, I stole a scarf from a small shop and wrapped it around my head. Like that would do anything to hide my skin. I caught attention, but I kept my head down. However, this city was beautiful!

There were bright lights and delicious smelling food. I saw a bench and moved to sit on it, panting gently. I was glad I did not have my spear. I did not feel I was ready to use it in battle just yet so I left it at the Butterfly Mansion where it would be safe.

I took a few deep breaths and looked around for a moment. I was all alone in an unfamiliar place. But that’s okay, because I was sure if I stayed right here, Sanemi would find me. I hoped he was okay. A few people were walking past, and I immediately looked down and placed my hands between my legs. Once they passed, I glanced up feeling a strange sensation around me. Something was approaching, something was coming but I couldn’t place it.

“Excuse me miss. Are you lost?” A man now stood before me, smiling gently at me. He was pale with a black suit and white pants. I shivered immediately, his piercing red eyes already telling me all I needed to know from him. He was a demon and quite a proud one at that. But something about his face, his eyes, have I seen them before. I slowly stood up, remaining cautious of him. He was trying to appear friendly. I’ve never seen a demon act like a human before. I gently removed the scarf and the look in his eyes seemed almost genuinely happy.

“No.” I replied and made a move to turn to my right but then he was right there.

“Please do not be afraid. We both know what I am, but I also know what you are, Orisha.” he said. I was tense reading his body. No water was in him. “It has been too long. I have truly missed you.” I looked him over with suspicion.

“I do not know you. I have never met you before.” I replied. He continued to smile.

“You’ll remember me soon enough. Come let me take you somewhere safe, your blood is quite exquisite and although I am immune to its smell, we don’t want to attract other unwanted attention, would we?” he asked raising his hand out for me to take. I was already distrustful of him. I’ve never willingly touched a demon except for Nezuko. I couldn’t get a complete read off of his energy. He’s a demon so he’s evil right? But Nezuko isn’t. For once, I was completely beside myself with this demon, but nonetheless, I raised my hand.

“Who are you?” I asked placing my hand in his. He tilted his head to the side continuing to smile warmly at me.

“My name is Muzan Kibutsuji.” he said.

[toasecretsanta]

A gift for @thatdamseries written by @avocadorable based on the prompts “Anything involving Apollo dying”, “Revolution”, and “Will and Apollo bonding”!

Warning for character death

Apollo had teleported to camp half blood, to the archery range where their son, Will Solace, was practicing archery but not quite getting a bullseye.

They spoke up, “Adjust your arm a bit, it’s too low.”

Will was spooked because of the sudden voice, but easily recognized it as his godly parent’s and fixed his stance, earning him a bullseye.

He sighed and set down the bow. Apollo frowned and came over to him, leading Will to a rock and they sat down, patting the area next to him for Will to sit down as well.

“What’s wrong, Will? You earned a bullseye, but didn’t celebrate.”

They spoke softly, running their hands through their son’s hair. Will sighed and relaxed in their parents grasp, and spoke, “I’m only good at healing. Kayla is amazing at archery, and Austin is super good with music.. it’s just, they have more useful skills than me.”

Apollo shushed him and hugged him tightly. “Never say that. You may think of that, but it’s not true. Kayla and Austin’s skills are good, indeed, but healers are the most important. They heal the front line, and save thousands of lives. It’s okay not save everyone, or if that’s all your good at.”

Will smiled softly and hugged him, then it dawned on him. He sat up slowly. “Your not supposed to be here. Didn’t you say Lord Zeus would punish you if you were here?”

Apollo had a small, sad smile on their face. “Yes, but I couldn’t help not letting my son know I’m their for him.”

They stood up and grasped Wills hand and they walked to the mess hall, and when they walked in, a flash of light blinded them.

Apollo felt dread fill their stomach.

“Apollo.” a voice boomed. That voice belonged to one man.

Zeus.

“Yes, father..?” They spoke with uncertainty, pushing their child further away from here. The mess hall was silent as they watched the interaction. Even Perseus Jackson, for once, was quiet.

“Didn’t I warn you not to come down here, unless you wanted to feel the wrath of my bolt?” Apollo shakily nodded.

Apollo has finally mustered up the courage to look their father in the eyes, and immediately regretted it. They were blinded by an agonizing pain, with screams that faded into a high pitch screech, then into nothing. They felt.. tingly. At peace. It was.. nice.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad.

The screams echoed through the mess hall. Percy had stood up and went to attack him, just as Zeus vanished. When they looked where apollo stood, all there was that remained was a glowing hyacinthus, with golden accents, and a faint scent of strawberries and ozone. Will felt himself break. Literally. His powers felt so weak, along with his siblings, they collapsed.

As will finally came through in the infirmary, he felt sadness, and rage.

Gods, so much rage

He felt mad, at Zeus, and the gods for doing nothing

Percy walked in, with a dark look on his face, Nico, Annabeth, and the rest of the seven trailing in. His siblings were looking at him too.

“We want revenge.” The remaining Apollo children spoke at the same time. Percy nodded.

“Apollo did NOT deserve that. He will not go down like that. We’ve planned to storm Olympus as soon as possible.”

Will nodded and stood up, he took a minute to gather his surroundings and shakily looked at percy, and everyone else, then nodded determinedly.

They began their ascend into Olympus, storming the King of the Gods only chance of survival being reduced to zero.

Artemis, Poseidon, and Hades went against him, and helped the Demi-gods.

Apollo would never be forgotten.

Neither would this day. Will had a smirk on his face. His parent would’ve loved to see this. His smile faded as one thought came to his mind on this.

A revolution that will never be forgotten.

[woltourney]

ROUND 3 / SIDE B / POLL 1

El Shizuka (@bounusstage) v. Huge Beef (@isayoldbean)

El Shizuka:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. El Shizuka, He/They

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Xaela Au'ra

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. A malicious healer mostly, but will fill any role.

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. Crystal, Diabolos

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. They were adopted by a merchant couple who lived in Doma. The couple were able to flee to Kugane during the occupation and and on the way, found El and his siblings. Quite how they ended up so far from home was another question, but one the couple didn't dwell on too long before they took the children in. As things grew more dire and business become slimmer, El decided to embark on a journey to help make ends meet as an adventurer. While El's siblings were content to help with the family business, El found themselves rather inept in the sales department. Indeed, they often caused more trouble than anything. He was charming at first sure, but protective to a fault. Strong willed and accustomed to the slimy nature of swindlers and thieves, El often found himself causing an uproar in the streets if he sensed anything or noticed something was amiss. If he wasn't giving someone hell by messing with them, he was definitely caught in a physical altercation with someone brazen enough to try and take from them. It did occur to El that some took out of necessity. But with their own family struggling to make ends meet, he couldn't just turn a blind eye. Indeed, it was well known not to attempt to steal from the Shizuka family stalls. Not unless the only thing they wanted to walk away with was a black eye or a missing tooth. Perhaps even both. Unfortunately, this did nothing for business and as such, El was relegated to more… behind the scenes duties. Perhaps for the best. Still, as things became harder El wanted to lend a hand anyway he could. Seeking a means to render aid some other way, he heard tell of brave souls who ventured into the unknown, who would come back with bags of gil in hand. Being the adventurous sort himself, El made it their mission to set a course for that adventuring life he's heard so much about. Though their family was unsure of the idea at first, he assured everyone he'd be fine. The merchant couple couldn't deny their son's ability to hold his own. After all, it was he and their eldest that often kept food on the table as hunters. Not to mention the myriad confrontations their wayward son had gotten themselves into. Though adventuring was lucrative work, it was unarguably dangerous too, but El promised his family he'd make it home with piles of gil in hand and then some. He never told anyone about his visions though, and that part of the reason he set out was to find some answers. Though he never gave them much thought, and even used it to his advantage at times, there was an undeniable pull. A call to arms so to speak. At least, that was what it felt like to El. They had no other way to describe it, and nobody at home to talk to about it. But perhaps, out there in the unknown, he may find someone who understood.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. El shrugs with a weak smile across his face. "In truth, I but joined for the fun of it.." He said with a flick of his tail. "But for the pity points, I have a family to feed." Said El, their smile widening. Though it was a bright expression indeed, there seemed to be a touch of insincerity in it. "My parents are but humble merchants in their twilight years after all." El said, hand over his heart while his half lidded eyes found their focus on the ground at his feet. "All I want is to come home to them with enough gil that they may rest easy." He finished, laying on the drama as he spoke.

q. Anything else you wanna add? a. This is the most I've ever thought about El's backstory. but I loff him i do i swaer. biig lizards good. ; Q;

Huge Beef:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Huge Beef, she/her

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Sea Wolf Roegadyn

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. WAR, MCH, NIN, RDM, AST, FSH (Note from submitter: CUL)

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. Crystal Malboro

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. Beef was a fearsome pirate captain who was mortally wounded in an ambush and presumed dead. Hydaelyn intervened to ensure her survival, but the tremendous burst of aether she expended in doing so accidentally wiped Beef's brain completely clean and left her with total amnesia. With nothing but her axe and a talent for busting heads, she decided to set forth and become an adventurer. It turns out that it's a great way to get into fights without getting in trouble with the law, earn fame and money, and get the ladies swooning, so she couldn't be happier with her chosen line of work. In her free time she works on fishing boats, seeks out gourmet recipes, and works her charms on as many beautiful maidens as she can.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. "What kind of question is that? Why WOULDN'T I win? Have you seen me?"

q. Anything else you wanna add? a. hi this is my wol she's a terrible person but she's incredibly sexy so it's fine i guess. also her name is huge beef. because she's huge and beefy. ok thank you for perceiving her

[perpetuallytiredandtired]

hello!! ＼(^-^)／ can you do another sick!wwx au? I really like it!! Thank you<33

((Your wish is my command! hehe))

After the war, rather than a celebration, YumengJiang grieves, for their Young Master Wei has taken a turn for the worse. He lies on the luohan bed in the pavilion where they have viewed the lotus flowers bloom for years past. It was sunny. Beautiful, bright, and makes everything pure and joyful.

Jiang Yanli hates it.

For it should rain, for the winds to howl, much like how the storm within her and A-Cheng rage. They want to scream out their pain, yell at their brother to hold on to this life. For them, his siblings, his constant companions in mischief, joy, and sorrows. For his A-Yuan, who is only a baby, who refuses to sleep unless he is by his A-Niang’s side. For….

Not it does not matter.

A-Cheng begs their brother to live, fight for the life that they now have together. To let Wen Qing care for his illness that plagues him for his whole lifetime. That he would search the whole country for the best healers to come and cure him.

Just for a bit more time.

A-Xian looks at them and smiles sadly, for everything that is happening now breaks his heart. But the look in his eyes, one that Yanli was so familiar of. For she always sees that whenever her brother wants to continue on. To fight for more. But knows it will not bode well. 

He struggles to sit up, only managing to do so with their help, and caresses their faces. She clings to his hand savoring any warmth that A-Xian could give. He does not say anything because they already know what he will say.

Thank you and I am sorry

So he pulls his hands away to cradle A-Yuan. So the babe’s ear would be pressed to his chest. To listen to the fluttering heartbeat that will no longer be there. He strokes the child’s thick wild hair and smiles sadly.

He looks out to the glittering lake and the rustling flowers. And only asks for one thing: 

“Care for our A-Yuan?”

A-Cheng bows on his hands and knees and begs, “He will want for nothing A-Xian! He will become my heir and become sect leader! He will become happier than any child could be. So please stay!” He finishes with a sob, refusing to raise his head for his tears to be seen. “A-Yuan will only be at his happiest if you are here by his side,” he cries “A-Jie and I will only be at our happiest with you by our side!”

[talonslockau]

is there a reason for all the name changes in the story??? like, some of them seem really random,,, are they just your ocs or something

Hmm, I'm not sure whether I've said it before on Tumblr, so I'll go ahead and say it here - yes, nearly every cat's name change is for a reason. No, they are not my OCs. I'm not planning on inserting my OCs into these books in any way. I'll admit there's a lot more personality given to each cat - which I guess in a way makes them my OCs - but none of the cats in the story are spawned from the ether unless they're already dead (to untangle family trees in little-known Clans like Windclan, for example).

There are some names that I've wanted to change but haven't because they're too iconic - Bluefur, Graystripe, Oakheart, and Longtail being among them. When changing names, I heavily weighed whether keeping their name recognizable was more important than the reasons I wanted to change them.

Most of the characters whose names I change are either background characters that are only mentioned a couple of times a book and are changed to be more recognizable as their own character (Quickflash/Runningwind, Peppermask/Brindleface), or their names were directly problematic in some way (Spiderfoot/Blackfoot), or they got a boring suffix that didn't accurately reflect them (Leopardflame/Leopardfur, Cinderpelt/Cinderspark).

I actually already have a list made up of changes and the reasons behind them if you want to know more in depth! I'm gonna put it under the cut, just for you, although fair warning it's rather long and bothersome even after I've restricted it to only name changes that have already been revealed.

Sensitivity Changes: Medicine Cat > Healer: Medicine cat has always kind of stuck out to me, because every other rank is one word (except for moor-runners, I guess, but that's not exactly a 'rank' either to my understanding). When I found out it had racist connotations, I changed it to the more universal 'healer'. This isn't a name per se but I think it's worth mentioning! Runningwind > Quickflash: I find the Running- prefix to be too reminiscent of Native American tribal names, such as Sitting Bull, and not prevalent enough to warrant staying. I also changed any names with the five clans in them, as I feel it would be considered disrespectful in my universe, even if it was not in canon. I thought the -flash suffix suited the idea behind his character more than -breeze or -gust or -gale would have, and in my opinion it ties him more strongly to Thunderclan! Runningnose > Wetnose: As above, I removed any Running- prefix. I tried to keep the meaning of the prefix intact, hence why he was changed to Wetnose instead of Quicknose. Runningbrook > Quickbreeze: As above, I removed any Running- prefix. I thought Quickbreeze flowed better than Quickbrook also!

Cloudrunner > Cloudjump: I find the -runner suffix to be similarly reminiscent of Native American tribal names, and also not prevalent enough to warrant staying. I tried to keep a similar meaning still, so that it conveys the same idea.

Blackfoot > Spiderfoot: Blackfoot is the English name of a Native American tribe; out of respect to them, his name has been altered. Character Changes: Brindleface > Peppermask: Graystripe has always read as the kind of guy who has a bunch of sisters, but in canon he has no siblings (except Darkstripe, I guess). To remedy this, I took several cats in canon that were left in limbo due to other changes I had made and made them his sisters. Brindleface is one of them. I've never really liked the Brindle- prefix, and I also find the -face suffix to just sound insulting when used (Clawface being a notable example). I don't recall why I used Pepper- instead of Brindle-, but I used -mask as the most equivalent not-insulting -suffix to -face!

Mistlekit > Dewshine: Mistlekit is formerly Snowkit's dead sibling - I changed her to be Graystripe's sister and gave her a personality. I also don't like the prefix Mistle-, since I've only ever associated it with the word 'Mistletoe', and I didn't want to doom her to a specific suffix. Originally, her name was going to be Mistkit, but after I found Tigerclaw's dead sibling Mistkit and reused her, I needed a different prefix, and switched to the similar-meaning Dew-. Her -shine suffix was voted on by readers in January!

Cinderpelt > Cinderspark: Cinderpelt's story is iconic, and I do love her in canon; however, she is iconic precisely because of the ableism and predeterminism of the series, which I knew from the get-go I didn't want to include. She's also always kind of stood out as different from her siblings, not really fitting as a Frostfur kit - which is why she ended up becoming Graystripe's sister. Her suffix was changed to represent the change in her destiny, as it is Quickflash who ends up getting run over on the Thunderpath instead.

Scourge > Tinyfrost: In this universe, Bluestar defends Tiny from Tigerpaw and his mentor breaking the warrior code, and brings him back to camp, where he stays and becomes a warrior of Thunderclan. He keeps the name Tiny-, making him recognizable to anyone who knows his story, but got a prefix I thought fit him well.

Nightkit > Nightwish: Formerly Tigerclaw's dead sister, Nightkit was instead given different parents and grew to be a warrior of Thunderclan and Ravenspirit's mother.

Mistkit > Mistspring: Formerly Tigerclaw's dead sister, Mistkit was instead given different parents and grew to be a warrior of Thunderclan.

Dappletail > Dappleshine: Did you know there was over 6 -tail suffixes in the original Thunderclan allegiances? This, combined with how she would have gotten her name at the same time as her now-brother Redtail (I don't think Pinestar would have been so uncreative as to have given two warriors the same suffix at the same time), meant that she had to get a new suffix. I ended up choosing one that I thought fit her new personality best - I hope I succeeded!

Cinderfur + Ashfur > Cinderscar: These two gray-furred elder toms show up around the same time in the books. Given their similar names, I found it likely that they were in fact intended to be the same cat and combined them into one, with a more unique name to help him stand out.

Individuality changes: Speckletail > Speckleflight: Unlike Redtail and Rosetail, and like Dappletail/Dappleshine, Speckletail's name doesn't really apply to just her tail. When writing her, I envisioned her as an older, but still fiesty feline - just like the Squirrelflight of today, which is how I chose her suffix.

Willowpelt > Willowbranch: Willowpelt is a lovely name, but pales in comparison to her sisters Nightwish and Mistspring. I wanted her name to convey that she was easygoing but resilient - just like the branch of a willow tree.

Dustpelt > Dustleap: Dust is a much more aggressive tom in my universe, being the one to fight Fireheart instead of Longtail - he's also the son of Redtail, so it feels unfair that he should get a boring suffix instead of a cool one like his sister. I ended up choosing Dustleap because he is a cat that leaps before he looks.

Moonflower > Duskflower: In my canon, Moon- and Sun- are also considered to be sacred names, so naming a kit after them would be blasphemy at best, just like Star-. This means Moonflower has to be named something else, so I chose Duskflower, which is her original drafted name.

Snowfur > Snowstorm: As before, despite Pinestar's numerous other issues, I don't think even he would be so lazy as to give two cats in the same litter the same exact suffix. I changed Snowfur to Snowstorm partially so that Whitestorm could be legacy named after her, which also had the side effect of her being legacy named after her father, Stormtail.

Archeye > Archtail: Archeye's name was always a bit weird to me. I decided to give him a more interesting suffix, which resulted in an interesting mutation as a result!

Crowtail > Crowtalon: Crowtail was given a more interesting name to match her new mate's.

Flintfang > Flintspark: I ended up giving Mousewing the -fang suffix, and changing Flintspark's to be more unique to him.

Scorchwind > Scorchflash: This is one of those names that are disrespectful in my canon, so I changed it to something with the same vibe but more respectful.

Nutwhisker > Acornwhisper: I wanted to change the Nut- prefix to something more specific. I also originally intended for him to be named Acornwhisker, but I mistyped it in my notes - and so it stuck!

Mousewing > Mousefang: Mouse is a bit more violent in my canon, so I gave him a more fitting name as a result. (Have you see how long mouse incisors can grow?)

Deerfoot > Deerstrike: Deer is a bit more violent in my canon, so I gave him a name that reflected that change.

Russetfur > Redfern: I thought Red being forcibly renamed to Russetpaw was part of the reason why Boulder refused a Clan name (he didn't want his name to be changed too): her name is also a reference to "Where The Red Fern Grows", which is my mum's favorite book (not mine; I hate it).

Boulder > Boulderheart: Since Red wasn't forcibly renamed, I thought Boulderpaw might be more willing to take on a Clan name. He got the -heart suffix for being kind and compassionate.

Whitethroat > Whitetuft: I really don't like the -throat suffix, it sounds rude like the -face suffix to me, which is why I changed his to be a similar sounding name but not quite so offensive.

Mudfur > Mudwish: An interesting fact that hasn't come up yet in my canon - when a warrior apprentices to become a healer, they become a -paw in the eyes of Starclan and get a new full name at their naming ceremony, to reflect how they've grown. Mudwish was indeed originally named Mudfur, but after becoming a healer, became Mudpaw and then Mudwish.

Leopardfur > Leopardflame: Leopardfur is iconic, so I hesitated to change it, but I came to realize she's more iconic as Leopardstar than anything. Also, she is NOT a cat that would settle for a boring prefix.

Stonefur > Stonestep: Look, I'll admit it - I'm one of those people that mixes up Stonepelt, Stonefur, and Stormfur. Stop giving all these cats similar names, Erins, it's just hard!

Mistyfoot > Mistyskip: Mistyfoot's name is fine, I guess. It's a bit boring, especially compared to her siblings (Stonestep and Mosspatch), and I felt bad letting her settle for a boring name when they got updated ones - so I let her change her name to something similar but still more unique.

Mosskit > Mosspatch: In canon, Mosskit doesn't grow up, but I make the rules here and I say they get to live. I chose the -patch suffix because they have patches, and also so that it would match their siblings' names in length.

Morningkit > Morningwhisper: Graypool's kits got to grow up in my canon, so they all got suffixes I handpicked.

Swankit > Swanfeather: Graypool's kits got to grow up in my canon, so they all got suffixes I handpicked. Swanfeather's was chosen because she's Silverstream's mentor!

Splashkit > Splashpebble: Graypool's kits got to grow up in my canon, so they all got suffixes I handpicked.

Skyheart > Shineheart: Obviously, Skyclan doesn't exist in The Prophecies Begin, but I hold that the Clans still treat the word 'Sky' as reverent, like they do 'Moon' and 'Sun' in my canon!

Rippleclaw > Ripplestrike: There were three different -claws in Riverclan at first, and I wanted to make them each more individual while still fitting the general idea.

Whiteclaw > Whiteflame: Look, guys, I know we all think the alcohol cat is funny. Oakheart is still there. He gets the -flame suffix because I headcanon his paws look like they have white flames on them.

Willowkit > Willowbrook: All three of Willowbreeze's kits grew up in my canon! Crookedstar gave her a name that was similar but not exactly like her mother's - his way of trying to keep her spirit alive.

Minnowkit > Minnowsong: All three of Willowbreeze's kits grew up in my canon, so the other two needed suffixes! I selected this one for her because it sounded pretty.

Shadepelt > Shadespeckle: Again, more of an individuality thing than any specific reason - this is a Clan full of pretty names now, Shadepelt is just boring!

Silverpaw > Creeksplash: The main reason for this change is because Silverpaw is an apprentice right at the start of Fire and Ice - the same time Silverstream would also have been an apprentice, since she became a warrior the same moon her uncle died. I didn't want there to be two Silverpaws (or Silverkits), so I changed his name to Creekpaw. We also never get a suffix for him, so I chose one I thought fit.

Greenflower > Cloverflower: Look, Green as a prefix is fine, I suppose, but I just don't like it. It reminds me of naming kits after their eye-color, which doesn't develop until they're at least 6 weeks old and already talking. It's weird. Besides, I think Cloverflower is a lovely name!

Mosspelt > Ivyskip: This one is changed because Mosspelt would have been born around the same time as Mosskit, so there would have been two Mosskits at the same time! I also changed her suffix to -skip to match Mistyskip; I headcanon that the two were close as apprentices!

Barkface > Birchbark: Again, I'm not fond of the -face suffix, but I couldn't think of one that didn't sound vaguely insulting with the Bark- prefix; hence why I changed it to his suffix and gave him a different prefix.

Darkfoot > Darkstep: There were originally 3 -foot suffixes in Windclan, so I wanted to change at least one of them. He still received a similar name, just not -foot.

Rabbitear > Rabbitstep: I originally named Rabbitstep before Onestar's Confession came out, and we didn't know what her full name was: we do now, but I don't particularly like the -ear suffix, so her name stays Rabbitstep.

Bristlebark > Bristlethorn: I originally named Bristlethorn before Onestar's Confession came out, and we didn't know what his full name was; now we do, but the suffix -bark would imply some relation to Birchbark, which he doesn't have.

Wrenflight > Wrenfeather: I wanted the -feather suffix to be more prevalent in Windclan before Crowfeather: The Clan also had Hareflight and Pigeonflight by this point, and I thought 3 -flights was redundant, so I gave her a different name.

Flylight > Hazewhisper: The Fly- prefix didn't really fit him, so I ended up changing it to Hazewhisper. The suffix change was unintentional: I made his name before Onestar's Confession came out, which ended up confirming his name as Flylight.

Oatwhisker > Oatskip: I didn't want to have 3 cats with a similar sounding prefix; I also wanted his name to reference him being a flame point. Since I already had several -foot and -steps, I ended up naming him Oatskip.

Onewhisker > Smallwhisker: One- is quite a choice for a prefix, one that the fandom has already made plenty of fun of and I won't do here. I changed it to something that I thought carried the same vibe but had more precedent.

Tawnyfur > Tawnycloud: This is a little bit of a reference to the Pink Cloud prophecy! Also, I didn't want her to have an especially boring name.

Stoneclaw > Pebblestrike: We do not need another Stone + boring suffix in this house. Besides, Pebblestrike is a cute name.

Brushpaw > Lionpaw: Brush- was certainly a choice for a name on Tallstar's part, and not one I particularly liked. I decided to let his Clan name match his old one a bit more. Also, they come at a much different time for Windclan, and don't serve to retroactively confirm Onestar's terrible terrible choices.

Tansypaw > Birdpaw: Birdpaw's warrior name will be Birdsong, which I think fits the idea of her old name (Melody) well.

Bailey > Blossomtail: Bailey joins the nursery as a resident queen, and takes a warrior name to honor her contributions to the Clan!

Crowfur > Crowskip: I'm not sure why, but I originally had his name written down as Crowslip. I've hence decided that the -slip suffix isn't used/is a typo for -skip, so I've changed his name accordingly.

[blightsending]

ClanGen Challenge: GladeClan

When GladeClan's population swells to near their territories maximum capacity they may utilize as many as three camps, but at present only two are in use: Main Camp and Stream Camp. As you cannot have multiple camps in ClanGen you will choose one of these as your setting.

If you choose the Main Camp the background must be set to Plains (Grasslands) and if you choose Stream Camp the background must be set to Beach (Tidepools). Although the Stream Camp is not on a beach, rather a river shore, there is no option for that (yet?) so this is the closest we can get for our swimmers.

That sorted, let's dive into the rules!

GladeClan does not have a restriction on prefixes, they may be as natural or as whimsical as you like with everything in between, but they do follow a modified traditional system when it comes to suffixes. Their list of suffixes and their meanings can be found here.

If you're trying to decide who to give the -face suffix to, here are some traits that GladeClan traditionally finds attractive: Minimal or Absent Scarring, Calicos and Tortoiseshells, Classic Tabbies, Minimal or Absent White Spotting, Light Eyes, Blue Eyes, and Heterochromia. The Stream Camp also finds blue (gray) cats to be attractive.

Tom cats cannot be leaders or deputies. Tom cats may also not be healers ("medicine cats"), but can be herbalists. If you have multiple healers you can go into the bio of one and note them down as an herbalist. If a cat is an herbalist and encounters a spiritual prompt on patrol, do not proceed. Toms can be herbalists, but herbalists do not have to be toms.

When at all possible the leader will be succeeded by their offspring. If there is no eligible candidate among their offspring then another kin, such as a sibling or aunt, may be chosen. An unrelated cat will only be chosen if there is no eligible relative or under extreme circumstances.

It is not possible to put a character in a role aside from the default canon ones, but GladeClan typically has a few "Runners" prepared to share messages and news between camps. For the sake of immersion you can go into the bio of a few cats and note them as runners. Runner apprentices will be trained by Runners, Warrior apprentices will be trained by Warriors.

If an abandoned kitten or wounded cat is found the effort must be made to bring them to camp so they can recover, if they'd like to join once they're healed they may receive a warrior name. This is regardless of gender.

If a kittypet or loner is encountered on patrol they may be offered a spot in the clan or antagonized and chased off the territory. I recommend making this decision based on the personalities of the cats on your patrol, but you can also make it arbitrarily of roll for it. If the cat you invite in is an adult tom "exile" them, this is less an 'exile' and more "Thanks for visiting, you can leave the territory now!" But there isn't a mechanism to remove cats from your clan without exiling or killing them, so we have to make do.

If another clan is encountered on a patrol they should not be antagonized unless they express hostility first or if GladeClan is currently embroiled in war with them. This includes trespassing to hunt, even in Leaf Bare when prey is scarce. It is important to maintain peace.

Here's my started cats for the GladeClan challenge. Show us how yours goes! I'll have the BarrenClan and CopseClan rules up during the weekend.

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DeadName: Phillip Vase Aukai

Name: King Dylan the Aquatic Alpha

Name Meaning: Son of the sea. Sea. Toward the tide. Born from the ocean. Son of the wave. Son of the ocean. Influence.

Nicknames: Dyl, Dilly, Danny, dyldo, Dyl-Dyl & dilly bear (by Harper)

Birthday: June 25

Cause of Death: murder by his own biological father

Age: 188 (die at the age of 17)

Species: a hybrid of Human, Black River Dragon, Anglerfish, and Hippocampus.

Race: Polynesian or Hawaiian and Greek 🇬🇷

Gender: Male ♂

Relationship status: married

Sexuality: Pansexual

Roles or Jobs: God of water. Pasty chef. Bakery chef. Club and mobile DJ. Keyboardist and vocalist. Leader of Aquatic Alphas. Ruler of Aquatic animals. Water bender master. Holder of Crown Jewel pieces.

Home World: Earth (Formerly) Miracle Region (Currently)

Kingdom: Crystal Reef, The Calmest Gulf, The Pleasant Abyss, and The Deepest Abyss.

Home: Azuri keeps

Facts: Dylan is the most talented DJ in the kingdom, besides he is part of a group with his brothers and sisters, he is a master of pasty. Dylan has many half-siblings, he even knew they were uncomfortable with others because of the same father problems, but he doesn't see them as half-siblings, just his real family. When he was young, his mother told him "try to make someone happy, but sometimes people struggle, and perhaps your act of kindness may be their day. Our purpose in life is to enjoy your life—to be happy. It's all that matters. "He is a more happy and cheerful animal, a ridiculous pranker, but he rarely gets angry unless...

Bonding Partner:

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Partner:

Queen Harper the Seal Alpha (wife)

Parents:

Cassia Aukai (Biological mother)

Anwin Aukai (Ex-biological father)

Sibling:

Poseidon the Orca Alpha (Half-brother)

Mano the Shark Alpha (Half-brother)

Victor the Octopus Alpha (Half-brother)

Cornelius the Crocodile Alpha (Half-brother)

Hudson the Otter Alpha (Half-brother)

Calypso the Sea Turtle Alpha (Half-sister)

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Relative:

Tutu Wahine Kaimana Aukai (paternal grandmother)

Abilities:

Greek Deity Physiology

Hippocampus Physiology

Human Physiology

Hybrid Physiology

Lophiiformes Physiology

Merfolk Physiology

Mythic physiology

Stomiiform Physiology

Mythical Bestiary

Aquatic Adaptation

Aquatic Breathing

Aquatic Empathy

Aquatic Telepathy

Bioluminescence

Chimerism

Cold Resistance

Companion Connection

Declaration Aging

Enhanced Lung Capacity

Enhanced Senses

Enhanced Swimming

Enhanced Weapon Proficiency

Entity Bonding

Expressive Ears

Fin Manifestation

Gill Manifestation

Glowing Eyes - only when the power is active or glows in the dark.

Hair Growth

Infinite Digestive System

Lure Protrusion

Omnilingualism

Marine Biology Mastery

Mode Switching - Mythic, Demon, and Rage Form.

Pointed Ears

Prehensile Tail

Pressure Resistance

Regeneration Healer Factor

Scale Manifestation

Spear Proficiency

Speed Swimming

Swimming Tail

Symbiosis

Tail Manifestation

Trident Proficiency

Underwater Combat

Underwater Hearing

Underwater Senses

Underwater Smell

Underwater Strength

Underwater Taste

Underwater Touch

Underwater Vision

Unique Eye Coloration

Unique Hair Coloration

Weapon Summoning

Zoolingualism

Zoological Mastery

Powers:

Aquatic Life Lordship

Aquatic Life Manipulation

Dehydration

Flood Creation

Hydro-Telekinesis

Hydrokinetic Cloning

Hydrokinetic Combat

Hydrokinetic Constructs

Hydrokinetic Invisibility

Hydrokinetic Regeneration

Liquid Surveillance Communication

Ocean Communication

Ocean Embodiment

Ocean Lordship

Oceanscience

Ocean Magic

Ocean Manipulation

Pure Water Manipulation

Sea Monster Manipulation

Tidal Wave Generation

Water Absorption

Water Artillery

Water Attacks

Water Augmentation

Water Aura

Water Boundary

Water Defense

Water Detection

Water Embodiment

Water Empowerment

Water Exoskeleton

Water Generation

Water Immunity

Water Imprisonment

Water Infusion

Water Magic

Water Maneuverability

Water Manipulation

Water Negation

Water Portal Creation

Water Pressure Generation

Water Purification

Water Sealing

Water Sense

Water Separation

Water Solidification

Water Strike

Water Teleportation

Water Transformation

Water Wall Generation

Water Weaponry

Whirlpool Generation