#warcats answers

[warcats-cat]

*materializes into existence*

Hey, my wonderful moot :D

(if this is a duplicate, ignore it; wifi is picky, so idk if it sent already or nah)

I heard you felt lonely, so I got summoned cause I am your MOOT and I care goddamnit. All the affections for you (/p).

I saw ya like FNAF (specifically Sun & Moon's lines in Help Wanted 2), so: what was your fav lines from the Daycare Jesters? I call them that cause, ya know, the sillies.

Also: I don't remember well, but I think you also like Sanders Sides (correct me if I'm wrong). If ya do, have you seen the newest Asides? If so, I wanna hear about your fav parts. The funnies, the 'lore' (angst) parts, any sort of theories, or even just gushing about your fav pairings or characters.

Infodump about whatever!! I love hearing ya thoughts on things and such <3

Lastly: moths. I fuckin love moths. And tardigrades. And spiders and beetles and- okay, so I just really love bugs and insects.

✨moths✨

Anyway, have a good day and hope this helps the loneliness not be so lonely :D

Hewwo Oatmeal Friend! I love you too 💜💜

I have to say my favorite lines are the new lines for Sun's arts and crafts section because they're straight up hilarious. "I should turn the lights off myself" killed me. Someone please give this robot some Prozac and a teddy bear.

My interest in FNAF Sun/Moon is kinda the fault of Bamsara (who I won't tag because I'm not cool enough to interact with them) who has a fanfic called Solar Lunacy which is *chefs kiss* really fulfills my shameless need for x Reader content 💜 ((seriously if I could find familial TS Patton x Reader content I would print it out and hang it on my wall))

Yes the robojesters are very silly and I have to say I'm seeing the FNAF fandom leaning on the head canon that they may have not originally been child-care robots, but on-stage actors, and we're just given child-care programming later which makes me 👀 I love them being doting kiddo caretakers but also the idea of a dedicated thespian being throwing into a pile of wailing children and told to figure it out is absolutely hilarious to me.

Also yes!! I love me some Sanders Sides!! Love my boys. No one is surprised but Patton's bit with the tinier and tinier boxes absolutely was my favorite part. My parents did that when I was like ten and it started off with this GIANT box and I think there were at least six I had to go through before I found a plush of Snoopy and tickets to go to Camp Snoopy at Knott's Farm (forever salty that it was bought by Nickelodeon). I still have that plushy somewhere in my room 💜 and entire book of pressed pennies from Camp Snoopy.

Anyway I actually genuinely enjoyed the new Asides! I miss so much the original format of videos that were one-off and shorter, the conflict being self-contained and generally light hearted. And the interaction between Logan and Virgil was so adorable 💜

Tell me about moths 👀 I love moths and butterflies and BEES😍 (I'm lame, my favorites are the Lunar moth and the Rosey Maple moth. My fairy-sona's outfit is themed to a crossover of the two, though it was more lunar moth like when I first put it together. It's evolved a lot over the years.) Spiders and I have a love-hate relationship rn; the fuzzy ones make me want to cry (pos) and the spindly ones make me want to cry (neg). There's a colony of tiny spindly ladies living in my basement bathroom that I don't know how they got there and I don't know how they keep reproducing because there are no bugs down there.

I don't know what a tardigrade is .....

[practically-an-x-man]

I'm late but I got the prompts post!! Ooh I'm a sucker for the talking with your ear on their chest // listening to heartbeat cuddles 👀👀 with Kes and Warren, of course. Dealer's choice.

Ooooh thank you I love them so much!!

Cuddle & Snuggle Prompts

____ Make the Best of It

Word Count: 1.5k Content Warnings: Fluff, established relationship, mentions of insects/cockroaches, one mildly suggestive line ____

Kestrel peered around the hotel room, hands on his hips as he took in the stained bedspread, the discolored wallpaper, the threadbare carpet. He didn't even want to look in the bathroom. He wished he had a charm that would instantly fix this place up, but no such charm existed. A bottle of Lysol would have to do.

"The Knights couldn't have booked us a better hotel?" he muttered, hitching his go-bag onto the spare bed and frowning at a chitinous shape curled legs-up at the base of one of the bedposts. He hoped it was just a beetle. It looked more like a roach. He'd slept in worse places, sure. But he'd also slept in much better places, and maybe it had spoiled him. He missed Warren's cabin back in Connecticut.

"Next closest hotel is fifteen miles down the interstate. When they say rural, they mean rural."

"Ugh. Exactly what I wanted after hours of airport security and crowded flights." Kestrel huffed, rifling through his bag and wondering if it was worth even bothering with the shower. He imagined he'd only end up trading grease for grease - airplane funk for mildewy shower slime. The idea wasn't exactly motivating.

"Didn't you live most of your life on the run?" Warren shot back, plainly teasing.

"And I never once stepped into an airport. Or a skeevy hotel." he said, "I'd rather be a dog sleeping on the side of the road than stay in a place like this."

Warren pursed his lips and took a second look around the room. Despite all his teasing, he didn't seem any more enthused with the situation at hand.

"Yeah, I'm not far from pitching a tent out in the cornfields myself." he agreed, though he set his backpack down by the nightstand and flicked on the bedside lamp. The bulb was yellow and flickering. Kestrel saw the silhouetted corpse of another insect on the inside of the lampshade. Warren grimaced at it, then seemed to shrug it off. "But maybe we'll feel better after a little food. I saw a decent-looking pizza place down the street?"

Kestrel shrugged, deciding to save the shower for when they got back.

"Pizza certainly couldn't hurt."

As it turned out, the situation didn't look quite as bad once he'd gotten a little food in his belly. It still wasn't great, the hotel was still a bacteria-riddled pit and the desk clerk still shot Kestrel a strange look when he walked in, but hunger was one problem now ticked off the list and that made the rest a little easier to deal with. And the pizza was legitimately tasty, as hole-in-the-wall fast food joints went.

The shower helped as well, though the bathroom wasn't much cleaner than the rest of the hotel. Kestrel had made it a point to pack a pair of cheap flip-flops at the bottom of his pack, just so he wouldn't have to touch the bathroom floor with his bare feet, and he inwardly thanked that foresight from the moment he glanced at the shower. But it was hot water and soap and a chance to decompress, and washing off the grime of the day helped tremendously.

Kestrel stepped out of the bathroom, wet flip-flops squeaking against the old hotel floor. She didn't care. The carpet had seen much, much worse, and she didn't want to touch it with her bare feet any more than she wanted the fungus from the bathroom tiles.

Warren was stretched out on what appeared to be the cleaner of the two beds, flicking boredly between TV channels. The television seemed to be the one thing in the whole room that was reasonably high-quality - clear picture, good sound, a wide variety of channels - and Warren finally settled on a channel streaming an Indiana Jones marathon.

Kestrel had let him have the first shower, a selfless action obscuring selfish motives. It meant that she could climb right into bed with him, settle in against his chest, and she wouldn't be pulled away by him needing to get up. The only delays were the time it took to change and braid her hair, and then she fit herself into the best place in the world.

"It's part of the legend of Sankara," Warren mumbled, in time with the movie. He knew every line by heart. They'd been his favorites since he was a kid. "He climbs Mount Kalisa, where he meets Siva, the Hindu god."

As distracted as he seemed, he still leaned over to kiss Kestrel's forehead when she joined him, and rested his arm across her back to pull her close against him. She laid her head over his heart, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the comforting rumble of his voice in his chest.

"He told him to go forth and combat evil," he quoted, "And to help him, he gave him five sacred stones with magical properties."

His voice could have been siren-song. It enchanted her, softened the last of the day's stresses until all she could do was melt against him. They could have been anywhere in the world: this cheap hotel, or the cabin she'd learned to call home, even a tent out in the cornfields like he'd so jokingly suggested. It didn't matter.

It seemed impossible, as it so often did, that she'd been content with the untethered life for so long. For how difficult it all had been, how much effort and time spent defying what she'd thought to be the fabric of her being, it was more than worth it in the end.

The Welsh term hiraeth referred to a homesickness for a home one could never again return to. If anything, what Kestrel felt was the opposite. She was home, safer and more comforted than she'd perhaps ever been, and she only wished she'd been daring enough to find that home sooner. It was grief for her past self, for who she'd been before she even knew this present was possible, a wish that she could change the past- though not to grant herself a different present, only to grant herself a little more of it.

So the room didn't matter. The grime, the bugs, the stains, none of that mattered in the end. The only thing that mattered was the person lying beside her, the warmth of his body and the timbre of his voice.

"Out of everywhere I've been, all our travels, this is still my favorite place to be," she murmured. Warren let out a breathy laugh.

"Didn't you say you'd rather sleep on the side of the road like a stray dog than stay here?"

"Not the hotel," Kestrel replied, and set her palm on Warren's chest for emphasis, "Here. With you. It's my favorite place in the world. Feels like home."

His chest rose and fell beneath her cheek as he took in a long breath. It had taken time just for the word home to cross Kestrel's thoughts, let alone her lips, and she knew he took comfort- even pride- from being the one to draw it from her. He'd always worked so hard to make her feel secure with him. He didn't seem to realize he didn't have to. Not anymore. He'd been home to her for a while now, even before she truly realized it.

The bedspread beneath her was itchy, and Kestrel burrowed a little closer to the clean, soft comfort of Warren's t-shirt instead. His chest rumbled with a low hum of contentment, and Kestrel hid her smile against his shirt.

"We should take a vacation," she mumbled, "A real one. Not a trip with the Knights. Somewhere with an ocean."

"Feel like some long walks on the beach, Kes?" Warren replied, with just a touch of warm humor, "I must've missed that on your dating profile."

She laughed into his chest, then turned her head and pressed a kiss to the base of his jaw. Warren ran his thumb down the ridges of her spine, finally letting his palm fall still when he reached the small of her back.

"I mean it, though," she continued, "We could take a vacation. Go somewhere that's not for work... just get a nice hotel, eat some good food, sleep in late..."

"That sounds nice," Warren agreed, "We could use a little time to ourselves. Let's do it."

Kestrel nodded again, still pressed close against his body. There was more of the mission to come - more long days, more dirt and grime and surely a little spilled blood, more nights spent in this grimy hotel room - and it would hardly be easy. These things never were.

But for now, she drifted off to thoughts of a peaceful, sunny Greek villa, to Warren's toned form bare and sun-kissed on some sandy beach, to warm kisses and the cool spray of the ocean against her own freckled, coppery skin, and all was well.

[redux-iterum]

Leaders who make terrible decisions like Oakstar of ThunderClan and that one cat who wanted to prevent fighting (Morningstar?) Do they get hunted down? Because warcats runs on a different. Morality scale and in Canon those two things are given equal weight.

The metric for Horoa's hunters to decide you're a target worth pursuing, and the metric by which StarClan wants nothing to do with you and won't accept you even if you get away, is such:

Did the cat harm one or more individuals irreparably? (Betraying their Clan, murdering someone, etc.)

Was that harm extended over long periods of time (parental abuse, repeated and severe physical or mental harm, etc)?

Did they enjoy doing the horrible thing(s) they did?

If they didn't, do they regret it and/or did they try to do anything to make up for it? (Whether or not they actually could make up for it is a case-by-case thing.)

Is the cat aware that what they did was a bad thing? Would they commit themselves in their afterlife to trying to make up for it now that they know?

And, most importantly: Is the soul dangerous to mortals or other souls and spirits if allowed to continue existing?

The first three questions, and the last one, if answered with "yes", can immediately paint a huge target on your back, and they very often do. It's even worse if the fourth and fifth are answered with "no".

However, some souls have gotten away with committing a crime or harming someone irreparably by realizing the weight of what they've done before they die, and trying to make up for it both in life and in death. These souls are extremely few and far between, but it has happened before. They still aren't usually allowed into StarClan, though. They just have to wander the earth and lament, or do what they can to spread good things in the limitations of their death.

[thunders-warcats-stuff]

TALLSTAR'S ROUGH CHILDHOOD

Based on this:

https://www.tumblr.com/thunders-warcats-stuff/714680353463369728/character-deconstruction-sandgorse-and-talltail?source=share

AND “No Light No Light by Florence and the Machine

I dreamt of a scene where Tallstar was talking to Rusty about his family and I woke up from that dream and was like "that's it, no more "dying to erase pain and harm you caused. You don't get to escape the consequences of your actions." Because death isn't real for these cats. They'll see their loved ones at the end of their life and possibly in the middle of it! It's confirmed! So! The Rocky Road to Redemption: Sandgorse Edition

LOUDER THAN WORDS VERSION

<So what was your family like? Did you have any siblings? Who was Dawnstripe to you? Who were your parents? Are they the reason you're this awesome?>

(Tallstar is talking *and* signing here, so quotes and brackets)

<"You sure are curious, kid. Let's see... I have five siblings, but unlike your litter, they weren’t all born at the same time. Forest cats have smaller litters. Four was a lot for anyone, but my mother and heart-father handled it! Really well.">

<Heart-father?>

<'I have the father who sired me with Palebird and the father who helped me grow, like Dawnstripe did. His name was Woolytail.">

Tallstar made the sign and sound for sheep and waved his tail.

SNIPPET 1

🎵“[Heaven] StarClan help me, I have to make it right!”🎵

“Why won't you just talk to me?! Can't you see that I'm trying?!”

"You're trying?! Palebird has been struggling since Tall was born, but you're trying!

You told your only son, the boy who just wants you to love him, to stay away from you and the tunnels but you're trying!

Have you even apologized?! Have you asked Palebird how she's coping? Have you talked to Tallpaw about anything but the tunnels?!

Do you even know how close or far he is to getting his warrior name?!"

"I-!"

"No! You don't! You spent all this time growling and groaning about what you can't have while your whole life is right before your eyes! But it's okay, mollies and toms, he's trying!"

SNIPPET 2

Dawnstripe defends Tallpaw from Sandgorse “Tallpaw!”

“Are you here to ask about his progress?”

“No, I-!”

“Are you here to watch what we're doing today?”

“No, I-! Sure. Might as well see the life of a runner.”

“Alright. Sit over there and be quiet. If you have any questions, talk to me and me alone. Got it?”

“Got it.”

“Tallpaw, that's the worst crouch I've ever seen! Don't you-?!”

“Quiet!” Dawnstripe barked. “Tallpaw, just like we practiced. To the TallSlate and back.”

Tallpaw took off at half-speed.

“A kit can go faster than that!”

“Shut up!” Dawnstripe snarled. “If you're not going to be helpful, go lay somewhere else! Tallpaw doesn't need your snake's tongue!”

SNIPPET 3

Woolytail helps Palebird out a lot and eventually they fall in love but at first he and the rest of the tunnelers are trying to get Pale back into the swing of things

Palebird stands up to Sandgorse when confronted about Woolytail

🎵You want a revelationyou wanna get it rightwell that's a conversation I just can't have tonight🎵

Pale: “even if he is just doing this to catch my eye, he's helping! You haven't done anything to make up for your horrible attitude to me or Tall, and it's not fair that you want to take away the cats who care just because you're jealous!”

SNIPPET 4

Dawnstripe sees Talltail off

“You know you don't have to do this, right? Sandgorse might be grumpy and snappish, but you don’t have to take that. He's going to be fine in the elder's den.”

“I need to find out what happened. He doesn't remember. He thinks he took someone down there but he didn't know for sure, and the Passing Cats left before we could ask them anything. If I can do this, if I can get answers for my father, then maybe…”

“Maybe?”

“I just want him to see me as worthy of being his son.”

“Oh, Tall…” Dawnstripe purred sadly, pressing her side to his. “I know it doesn't feel like it, but you were always worthy of being his son. He hasn't been a very good father to you.

"I don’t think he'd have been any better had Finch lived. He's always going to be like this, and his early retirement certainly won't help things… Are you sure this will help you?”

“Yes.”

“Then go, kid. Good luck. Remember what I've taught you. Hunting will be challenging, because we usually run our prey down and you can't do that in close-quarters.

"I think your battle training might help there. It relies on being fast enough to hit your opponent but avoid getting hit in return. Do you want to tell anyone else, or should I?”

“I…”

Talltail choked up.

How could he explain his quest to his mother and heart-father?

To Barkface and Shrewclaw?

Would Sandgorse even say anything if he told the older tom?

“I'd be glad to do it, if only to see the look on Sandgorse’s smarmy face when he realizes he ran you off.”

“I'm not trying to run away-.”

“You are, even if you come back. But I don’t blame you at all. I'd run too, if Heatherstar could spare a runner.”

“Do you know why she can't? She did close the tunnels.”

“Yes, but the tunnelers have to get used to a very different method of hunting and fighting than they're used to. We runners will all have our paws full teaching our grown Clanmates like apprentices. Stars help me, this is gonna be rough!”

“Maybe I shouldn't-.”

“Nope, you're going! Remember how we practiced following through? It'll be put to good use during this trip. Cats will understand.”

“I kinda figured they'd all be mad at me.”

“That'd be Sandgorse and him alone. And we'll all be barking at him for the rest of his days if he tries any of his rabbit-dung on you.”

[thecrowslullaby]

I'm sorry for stalling in answering all the asks! I am not dead. (yet. I'm getting there)

I forgot to post this and I finally have wifi access!!!! Wooohooo!!!!

@warcats-cat

I absolutely adooore the dtiys challange. It's so fricking cute

[riverrinehammerofficial]

Tagged by @therealhieronymous for some music questions, thanks!

1. Favorite song at the moment

Rainy Day by Ice Nine Kills

2. Song that reminds you of your favorite ship:

Genghis Khan by Miike Snow and no I will not elaborate on the ship lmao and this actually works for a lot of things I ship 😅

3. Song that could be about you:

Just Kidding by Waterparks it’s super relatable and the lyrics are just on point for me at any given time

4. Song that you find overrated:

That could be it’s own fucking post 😅 so I’m not answering at the moment.

5. Song that reminds you of a good memory:

Light My Love by Greta Van Fleet it’s not a specific memory, but it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It makes me think of all the people who I love and the ones who love me 💜 it’s a feel good song.

6. Last song listened to:

Hunter’s Moon by Ghost because new Ghost song!

7. Song that makes you laugh:

No Reason Boner by Ninja Sex Party this song never fails to make me cry laugh 😂

8. Song you want your mutuals to listen to:

How Not To Drown CHVRCHES Feat. Robert Smith

Anyone who sees this is free to play! But I’ll tag some people 💜 (don’t feel obligated!!) @bigtuna108 @warcats-cat @sepulchral-r0t @born-in-chains-of-revolution @femme-fauxpas @grandeurlupus @knightlybisexual

[softpadawan]

WIP ask: Kanan/Ezra notes

Kanan/Ezra notes

Synopsis: This is my 20-page notes document for All I Need, the next chapter of which I plan on tackling as soon as I get finished with my May the Fourth Be With You assignment. Mostly this is outlines and ideas and meta, but it contains a number of snippets from earlier chapters that I ended up changing slightly or reworking, such as this scene with Kanan and the Grand Inquisitor which takes place in chapter 11:

-Inq doesn’t even bother to torture Kanan until he can capture Ezra. “When I have your Padawan squirming in agony and begging for death, maybe you’ll talk then.” Describes all of the horrible things he’s going to do to Ezra, pulls info out of Kanan’s head. Learns of their relationship. (Holding Kanan by the hair) “I will eviscerate the little slut right in front of you… perhaps after I’ve used him myself. I wager I can make him moan louder than you ever could.” Kanan battles with his anger and desperation and dark side.

And this one, also planned for chapter 11:

-Ezra does free Kanan but ends up getting captured by the Grand Inq, who makes good on his promise. He holds his lightsaber to Ezra’s cheek and begins to burn him. Kanan, with dark eyes and his fury unleashed, reaches out and Force chokes the Inq. (His rage is focused, he’s in control of it completely now, turning it into a terrible weapon. It’s a powerfully addictive feeling, being able to make use of this much dark side power. Kanan begins to lose control toward the end, it threatens to consume him because it feels so good to let out the rage, to finally be passionate. He starts to destroy, blindly hacking up the place.) Ezra grabs his arm and thrusts it up, cuts off the Inq’s head. It goes rolling, he falls into the reactor, shit goes up in flames. Ezra runs to his fallen Master and pulls him up, kisses him out of his stupor. “Come on, Kanan, we gotta go.” They escape.

So now you have a general idea of what my story outlines and plot ideas look like.

Some of the snippets in this document I plan on shaping into separate stories someday, perhaps as part of the All I Need 'verse, such as this one that draws on Ezra's extensive knowledge of pirate radio:

Ezra uses the same tech as the Ghost’s digital scrambler (private/encrypted radio signal in atmosphere or holonet channels when in space). Ezra builds an aerial to put on the Ghost’s hull so he can broadcast. He can do it anywhere in the galaxy except while in hyperspace. Ezra picks up the Bridger Transmissions where his parents left off. His call sign is LO7HCT, the Lothcat, or SP3CTR. Kanan watches him come into his own as a broadcaster and pirate DJ. He spins songs to give people hope. “Here’s an oldie by Sojourn, Never Stop Believing.” He cranks it up and everyone in the Ghost rocks out. Just a city boy born and raised on Coruscant, he took a shuttle flight going anywhere…

Later on Ezra gets his own ship. He calls it the Warcat, a play on “war kit”.

And then there are early snippets, such as this one below from chapter 2, when Kanan had his sexual encounter with Ezra. Had I followed some of these snippets, it might have led to a completely story being told:

That was his first coherent thought after it happened the first time, standing in the Ghost’s tiny shower cubicle with his softening cock in his hand, watching the diluted white globs of semen disappear down the drain.

How had he gotten here? When did wanting to do something nice for Ezra become such a sexually-charged fantasy? When did the smell of the little bottle of oils in his drawer first begin to arouse him? When did the sight of Ezra’s smile become so important to him? Why is he spending less and less time with Hera, with everyone, except Ezra? And why are they letting him get away with it?

Because they think you’re so dedicated to his training, he answers himself bitterly. Because they think you care about him like a father, a mentor, an older brother. Because they think you’re a good Master focused on his young Padawan, that you’re showing him the Way, when in reality you’re no better than they are.

No, no, I’m different, says another voice inside him. A feeble, wormy little voice that is gradually, to his horror, growing stronger. I’m not like the people in the masks. I don’t want the little boy. I don’t even want the teenager, wouldn’t even want him as a man. I’m not like that. I never was. Was I? It’s only Ezra I want—but not like that. I only want to make him smile, to make him happy. I don’t want to touch him. I don’t want to molest him. I don’t want to fall asleep holding him close to me. I don’t want to feel him pressed to my chest with his hair in my face or hear his sleepy voice talk to me. And I don’t want to touch his bare, soapy skin. I do, but I can’t. I can admit that. It’s fine. I’m still safe. I’m good. It’s okay, Caleb. You’re still okay.

But buried beneath the words, in a place so deep that words don’t exist, Kanan Jarrus knows the truth. 

He doesn’t just want Ezra. He needs him. And he is not okay.

There are also plenty of notes for the next upcoming chapter that I don't want to spoil the surprise for, but it's gonna contain plenty of cathartic emotional stuff and a generous side of angst (and a shocking moment or two). I'm anxious to get back to work on this and finish it once and for all!

[sorahana]

12 for the ask a writer thing? (Long time creeper long time love your writing so much!!)

12. Which story of yours do you like the best? Why?

Ahhh this is quite hard to choose but among the LT works I’ve written thus far, I think what of the ones I liked the best was we each have our stories to tell because it was honestly quite refreshing to write the boys just having some fun together. It’s just two people swapping stories over their collection and feeling comfortable in each other’s presence c:

[sparkledeerfr]

Response

(A preamble to the letters I’m sending to @majestyrising . I kind of switch tenses at some point but I’m too lazy to fix it now)

Adeline’s hands shake as she looks at the letter, though for what exact reason she isn’t sure. She had word a letter might be coming from a certain party, after all, and it was unlikely to be a declaration of war.

For a moment though her head cocks at the seal and Daud, who is pacing relentlessly nearby, pauses. “What?” he asks. Jesse, who is standing by the door giving her usual bored stare, gives the slightest interested nod of her head.

“Do….do we have a seal?” Adeline asks him. “I mean we should have a seal, right?”

(Read More Link)

“And what would Can Town’s seal be? Just wrap it with whatever string you found on the ground?” Daud growls as Jesse stifles a giggle. “The Castle has a seal, Casino Quarter-” here he pauses and looks to Jesse, who nods. “Doubtless has one for each casino. It's just useless ostentation.”

“Well alright,” Adeline replied, completely unsure about that as she pried off the seal and got to reading out loud and very carefully as though afraid she would trip over the words, Daud looking over her shoulder.

To Adeline, I will come clean and admit I do not know if you hold any formal titles. Forgive me if you do and I have made the mistake of omitting them.

“Oh that’s nice of them to ask! I hope they don’t mind that-”

“It’s a useless formality. Keep reading.”

Regardless, may I extend my formal greetings and well-wishes. Though you may not be aware- as I was not until recently- our peoples have shared correspondences before now. A man under my father's retinue has been to your Casino Quarter for work. He has given me a glowing recommendation of your city, thus, this letter.

“Bell’s dad! How sweet of him to say. Jesse you’ll pass that along to Neko, right?”

“Naturally she’ll hear all about this.”

In the absence of physical formalities, I will do my best in writing. My name is Rho. I am the ruler of a mercenary kingdom passed down to me by my father; the Kingdom of Thanatos. We currently reside in the south-east of the Scarred Wasteland- I will enclose directions to make this an even trade, since we know of your current location.

“Rho! How cool. Do you say ‘Your Majesty’ to a-”

“Mercenaries,” Daud growls even further, so low and deep it sounded like a warcat’s threatening rumble. “Throw the letter away.”

“Daud its-”

“I don’t care. I don’t work with mercenaries,” he says, turning around and leaving the room, pausing to turn just before he reaches Jesse’s post by the door. “Ask Vice about why some time,” he shoots before leaving.

The two women pause and sit in silence for a moment, Adeline’s eyes darting around the room, unsure of what to do. She trusts Daud with her life, naturally, it's just that diplomacy was never the man’s strong suit, and his stance on mercs is a little unusual for a man who was literally an assassin for hire at some point.  “Maybe...I should ask Nimue what to do?”

“Daud and Nimue are choosing not to lead,” Jesse replies in that calm, formal way she has. “So in their absence, what does the actual leader choose to do?”

“I choose to actually finish this letter, for one.”

“Good answer.”

I have endeavoured in recent times to expand our influence and connections in order to keep my people both safe and relevant in our changing times. What I would humbly ask of you is a mere accordance in kind. We are looking to fully integrate ourselves; a policy of isolation, whilst never truly enacted, has done little to ward of potential disaster. Thus, instead, I look for potential trade and allies.

“Totally reasonable, and I mean hey we’re one of the friendliest clans in the region, right? People are always welcome.”

“That we are.”

I will not ask you to put your faith in me through one letter, of course. As I have mentioned, our primary trade is mercenary force. Every dragon under the retinue of my kingdom has been strictly trained, each with their own specific strength in battle. Additionally, we have a force of elite healers, and social ties that may be useful in uncovering difficult pieces of information. We have a permanent need for resources, and plenty of gold to spare to gain them. Food, materials, and information; that is what we seek in particular.

“Again totally reasonable, and we have great trade routes!”

“And information.”

“Well that’s you. Do we need, like, stabby people though? I’d feel bad asking for help,” Adeline asks, mostly to herself. “Hmm hmm well I mean it can’t hurt, right?”

“A rich alliance of mini clans filled with natural resources and a hidden gem supply left somewhere in the region?” Jesse says dryly. “Why, I can’t imagine why we might ever need someone to help out should-”

“Okay point taken.”

I understand that your people and mine may benefit from the trade of information in particular. We are always in need of more contacts of this particular sort, and I would be happy to send a delegation to talk to you more closely.

“Ohhhhh um…”

“I’ll talk with Neko about getting you up to speed on formal events and manners, dear.”

“Okay yes thank you oh man is it, like, a dinner party thing? Or like do I invite them into a fancy room to say hi? Like what do I- well lemme read the next bit before I start worrying.”

Should circumstances allow it, an alliance would imbue me with the power to send my people to you, in any matters which would require it. This, of course, I would need to discuss in person. There is no obligation on your end for an alliance. You, after all, do not know me. And I do not know you. At least, not yet; since my hope is to change that.

“In person? But- what if he’s- like-”

“Adeline please calm down. This is your clan and you were chosen to lead because everyone thought you would protect their interests the best. They did not hire you because of your ability to host. I’m sure you could literally plan a slumber party and everyone would agree that you did your best.”

“Does royalty have slumber parties?”

“I believe it is called ‘visiting’ among the more well-to-do and ‘hosting’ or ‘diplomatic meetings’ among leaders.”

“Oh okay.”

Lest I forget; the man who came to your City was called Faraday. He is known to make an impression, so I offer his name in case he incurred any debts during his stay. I will repay them in full, if he did, though he assures me he did not. He has mentioned that he would like to return, if possible; but again- if he is barred, I will keep him out.

Adeline looked to Jesse for an answer. “If he has incurred a debt, Neko has been much too polite to state it. As far as I remember, his visit was before I came here and before the Cat’s Meow was renovated. I have heard nothing but a wistful fondness from her, as though recounting a youthful fling.”

“And this was before Etzel, right?”

“Yes just before-” Jesse started and they both paused, mulling this over.

“Well there’s no way I’m barring someone from visiting who’s done nothing wrong, especially if they’re considering visiting their kid but, uh, Etzel...would be chill...right?”

Jesse said nothing, but her mouth scrunched and turned slightly as if to indicate she did not know or like to think which face that particular coin would land on.

I look forward to hearing from you in any capacity. Yours truthfully, Rho.

“He does seem nice, though. Hm. I should write a letter back right? Can you help me draft it?”

“Adeline despite yourself I believe in you. That and I have no doubt that Neko and the Quarter would like to write a response of their own, so I must be off.”

“But I’m not, really, like…” Adeline trailed off.

“No you’re not a formal or fancy leader. In fact you have trouble even saying you’re the leader. But who cares? You are, and you are what you are. They can take it or leave it, no? If they leave it they hardly seem like the type to go on the warpath because of an informality.”

“You’re right, thank you Jesse.”

“No trouble at all, and I will have you know that I heard that Nimue was much like you at one point about such matters.”

“We all gotta start somewhere I guess.”

“That we do.”

Jesse left and Adeline sat in silence for a few minutes, trying to put together the proper words, trying to find a nice pen and some paper, shuffling things around nervously before breathing out and finally deciding to get to it.

“Okay, okay, I can do this. Lead like Adeline. It’ll be fine.”

[sailor-rose-princess]

Tagged

Tagged by @emilybrs97

Rules:

1. Post the rules

2. Answer the questions given to you by the tagger

3. Write 11 questions of your own

4. And tag 11 people 

1) Any favorite childhood toy? 

A bunch of Care Bears, and a few favorite Build a Bears (my first one was a bunny I named Hannah). To be honest, I'm still a kid at heart and I still collect stuffed animals.

2) What Do to you want to major in college/what are you majoring in now? (if your in college) 

I majored in Graphic Design, but I dropped out of college. I need to put my life back together somehow.

3) opinion on Marching Band? 

I liked it but I hated the summer practices.

4)  First disney movie you saw in theaters?

I think it was Lilo and Stitch.

5) Have you met or seen a famous person in person? 

No, but me and my family often go to Alice Cooper coverts when we can.

6) english dubbed or subbed anime?

Depends on the anime. I do like both, but if it's dubbed unedited I often watch that because I hate reading subtitles sometimes, it feels distracting. Also I think it's funny when some dubs, like Hetalia or Panty and Stocking, make the dub their own with their own jokes and such, almost like a canon abridged series lol.

7) favorite color? 

Pink and purple, but I love pastels in general tbh.

8) Do you consider the coconut? 

I considered it, but then I realized we don't have any here. Dammit.

9) halloween movie that scared you as a kid 

There were some parts in Ghostbusters that scared 7 year old me (but while we're on the topic, I still can't believe mom let me watch with that one, er, inappropriate dream sequence scene in that movie, I mean I guess she figured it would go over my head but omg). But I never really watched scary movies as a kid.

10) song that makes you want to dance? 

The Time Warp from Rocky Horror Picture Show.

11) Opinion on kittens? 

Love them so much!!! ^u^

My questions.

1. What's today's secret word?

2. Follow up, what are you supposed to do when someone says the secret word?

3. Any plans for Halloween?

4. Doggo or dogger?

5. Favorite food or meal?

6. If you could be an animal for a day, what would you be? Fictional animals count too, so if you wanna be a dragon, go for it.

7. You have won unlimited funds for the entire day. Every debt you ever had is already paid off, and you even have a nice house you wanted, so now you have all the money you could ever need to do whatever the hell you want, but the catch is you have only 24 before the unlimited money deal ends, but everything you buy in this 24 period you can keep. What do you do with 24 hours of unlimited cash? You can spend on others and you can buy gift cards btw.

8. Have you ever cosplayed and if so, what was your favorite cosplay?

9. Opinions on lolita and/or fairy kei fashion?

10. What's your favorite "kid's show"? It can be anything from stuff you liked as a kid, or a kid's show you like now, I won't judge because I like a lot of kid's shows obviously lol.

11. Right or left Twix?

@des-rookie @medipack @narnianwanderer @lovelylittlemoonprincess @superhighschoolleveldemigod @princesstee420 @saltyknitten @purrincess-jessicat @warcats-cat @b-a-r-e-t-t-a @brite-boii

[warcats-cat]

Talk Shop Tuesday: When you're writing for characters like the Sanders Sides, how do you go about differentiating them from one another? Visually, in personality, the way they speak, etc.. Do you have a particular method for making them distinct in your writing, or do you just go by what feels right?

Ooh good question! Thank you! ☺️

So the sides in canon are all identical, but the fandom has made some distinctions in fanon that I usually use/rely on in my writing to describe them. (Virgil is usually tall and pale with dark hair, and especially in early fanon usually had heterochromia - one green eye and one purple. Roman is pretty muscular/toned, he tends to be tan, and a lot of the early fandom would give him Hispanic heritage of some kind. Logan is tall, smooth gelled hair, dark blue eyes. Sometimes skinny, sometimes chunky depending on the artist/writer, but more often on the skinny side. Patton is usually blonde/light brunette, light blue eyes, and often has curly hair. More recently fanon has been making him a little chubby because he's one of the sides shown to like cookies, although there's a part of a video where Logan absolutely savages a jar of jam so...)

I like most of the fanon interpretations but I usually make Patton short. And Logan. XD

In terms of their voices, Logan is my favorite to write! I can really stretch my love of English writing; I wasn't an English major in university but I probably would have been if I didn't settle on theatre. Logan is the easiest for me to mesh with because I can use my big words and rambling sentences and it doesn't feel out of place.

With Virgil I give him a bit more of the short sentences, rapid/changing thoughts (lots of short paragraphs 😅) it's weird to explain but sometimes when I write Virgil I actually make my breathing speed up - not like hyperventilating but kind of faking that feeling in my chest. I spend a lot of time thinking about the area he would be in as well, Virgil is Anxiety incarnate, so he's more spacially aware than the others.

Patton is usually more "me", I see myself in Patton and especially in the recent fandom versions of Patton, so he's probably the most natural for me to write.

Roman is hard to write - in canon he uses a lot of clever/punny nicknames and I'm not good at those. I try to go for more dramatic and dreamlike when I'm writing from his perspective.

Janus and Remus I still struggle with, and that's kinda on me. I'm not as comfortable with their characters, especially Remus since he's supposed to represent Intrusive Thoughts, and I sort of have intrusive thoughts that I deal with in real life and I get really squeamish, so finding his voice is hard. I want to add both of them to Long Road Home but that is (hopefully) coming soon!

Also since I know you read them - for Good Omens I feel sort of the opposite; I vibe more with Aziraphale's character but it's easier/more fun to write Crowley. I'm not great at history so I feel like I can flub things a little more. Also he's so dramatic! And snarky!! And if I love anything, it's good old fashioned snark!

This is long and very rambly but I do hope it answers your question!

[practically-an-x-man]

Shop talk! Do you feel like you have a "mood" when you write? Do you do anything to enhance that "mood"? (i.e. playing music, watching something, hot beverage, comfy location)

When is the most inconvenient time the mood/idea has struck? (For funsies 😉)

Thank you so much!!

Talk Shop Tuesday

Hm... very good question. I think my mood tends to vary depending on what I'm writing. If I'm writing a softer scene, I'm either in a good mood already, or I've had a rough day and need comfort via that escapism. If I'm writing an intense action scene, I feel a bit more "charged", eager to get the scene down on the page.

I think most of the time, when I write I just feel content and engaged. I love writing, I love getting the scenes in my head out onto the page, and I really enjoy the feeling when everything seems to fall into place and the words just flow. Sometimes I can veer a little more towards discomfort or frustration, particularly if I can't seem to focus or the scene isn't coming out the way I imagined it, but usually I can find a bit of flow there.

I don't really have anything specific I do to get in the writing mood. If I'm feeling stuck, I'll usually take a break by practicing guitar or walking my dogs, but I don't have a specific "writing atmosphere" that I try to cultivate. Sometimes I'll reread some of my old fics, or specific scenes/chapters of them, either to get in the character's head or just to refresh my memory for the tone and style I've been writing in, or I'll listen to a song that reminds me of the character (I don't usually come up with full playlists, but there are a few songs that I really associate with a particular character)

And lastly... oh man, that's a tough one. I've had plenty of writing ideas while I was at work, and would have to wait until my lunch break or the end of my shift to jot them down. I've had writing ideas while I was commuting to my SFX school, and would sit in my car and mark those down before I went in for class. I've had writing ideas in the shower. I've had writing ideas right when I'm on the brink of falling asleep - those to me are the most annoying, because I either have to get up and write down the idea (and dare my insomnia to let me get back to sleep) or gamble that I'll remember the idea/scene/prose in the morning when I wake up (more often than not, I remember the basics but not the exact line, which is annoying).

I came up with Taking Flight while I was sitting on a 4-hour bus trip to Stonehenge and had my cell service turned off to avoid roaming data charges. That one wasn't particularly convenient, lemme tell ya - I had to wait until I was back at the hotel with Wi-Fi to get the idea written down in full, and I had to keep balancing my focus between keeping the idea in my head and appreciating the culture and history around me. But hey- it's a damn good fic, so I'd say it worked out in the end lol

Thank you so much for the ask! This was really fun to answer! <3

[sexycraisinthanos]

Always post the rules.

Answer the questions given by the person who tagged you.

Write 11 questions on your own.

Tag 11 people.

Tagged by: @cutiejea​

What’s your MAIN fandom (only 1… soz and multifandom doesnt count as an answer)

IDK. I guess at this point in time it’s LazyTown?

Fave song?

Uma Thurman by Fallout Boy

Morning person or night owl?

Night owl

How long have you stayed awake

I once stayed up until 7 AM the next day

Place/country you want to visit

That rabbit island in Japan

NOTP’s?

Lots of them

Fan art or fan edits?

I like them both the same

Be honest, have you wrote or attempted to write/draw fan smut of your fave ship?

I’ve written like three on my own.

What’s your ideal holiday

Once a year, the government gets overthrown and everyone gets free money to survive until tax season

Original compositions or parodies?

I’d be more likely to listen to parodies because I like familiar things, but original compositions can be enjoyable.

Ideal career

Something in performing arts

My questions:

Crunchy or creamy peanut butter?

Do you know how to drive?

Cats or dogs?

What is your weapon of choice?

Do you have any special talents?

If you were on death row what would your last meal be?

What do you normally tip your server?

Girls with muscles?

Do you/would you let your pet on the furniture?

Would you still like your crush even if they got a haircut?

Do you like any TV shows or movies that no one really knows about?

I tag: @amolecularmachine @moku-chan018 @indigowallbreaker @margiepm @my-fair-rachel @warcats-cat @crash-twipz137

IDK anyone else who wants to do it. I’m not even sure if I’m on friendship terms with a couple of these people

[fiendcatfr]

“Kiro...are you ready?”

Tryst’s quiet voice pulled him from his slumber, his vision focusing on his wife as he slowly opened his eyes. He tries to give her a proper answer, but the only thing that escapes his throat is a dry whisper of a wheeze.

“I know, I know...I’m so sorry Kiro. I’d didn’t want to wake you, but we have to go. Aldwyn’s already gone on ahead with the first caravan. It’s our turn now.”

The sun had only just risen, weak beams of light filtering through the parted blinds of their home. With a wheeze and a sigh, Kirottu slowly began to sit up, Tryst gently pulling him upright. It was many minutes more before he could get his feet on the floor and begin to stand, his wife wrapping a woolen blanket around his shoulders. After what felt like an eternity, the two of them finally made it to the front door, and stepped out into the disarray of the moving clan.

Azar stood nearby, a sturdy wooden cart with an interior cushioned by many blankets and pillows. He walked to Kirottu’s other side and half carried the feeble man to the cart, laying him down and moving to the front of the makeshift bed to double check the straps that secured Adelaide’s Warcat to the cart while Tryst made Kirottu as comfortable as possible amid the blankets. No sooner than Kirottu was settled, Azar led the cart off to join the rest of the procession: a mishmash of carts and carriages full of belongings, furniture, and dragons too sick to make the journey by foot.

It wasn’t long before the convoy set off, seen off briefly by Ulli before she returned to her own preparations. A procession of the young and the able-bodied of the clan had left an hour before with a bulk of the clan’s possessions, Kirottu and Tryst’s youngest daughter deigning to go on ahead. The wave Kiro traveled with now was much smaller, consisting of just himself, Tryst, Azar, and the five other Shade-touched that lived in Lux Contri. The wave that was to follow an hour’s time behind them was the final and most uncertain of them all, a procession led by Ulli andher Paladins as they attempted to lead the Emperors across the regions in this migration back to the Sunbeam Ruins.

The last thoughts swirling around Kirottu’s mind before sleep found him once more were of Ulli’s three-headed beasts, the aberrant creatures that had left him in such a sorry state.

------

He slid in and out of consciousness for hours, the bumping and rattling of the cart shaking him from sleep every few minutes. When the sun was high in the sky, Tryst joined him in the cart. She laid down next to him and smoothed back his tangled hair, murmuring soft words of reassurance that he couldn’t quite understand in his disoriented haze. She uttered a quiet incantation and laid a spelltag gently on his arm, the rune pulsing to life. He tried to choke out a quiet “I love you” before the spell took effect, but the induced sleep washed over him like an unrelenting wave.

------

It was hours before he woke again. The first thing he was aware of was the fiery light of the setting sun, setting the world ablaze in orange light. The second thing he was aware of was Tryst’s absence at his side, her spent spelltag still laying on his arm. It was then that the rest of his senses came back to him, and he was suddenly aware of far too much, far too fast.

He could hear Tryst’s panicked voice from somewhere nearby, Azar’s commanding shouts sounding from ahead of him at the front of the cart. Roars in the distance, bellows of beasts that sent shivers down his spine.

He would recognize those horrid voices anywhere.

He scrambled to pull himself upright, grasping at the rough wooden sides of the cart to peer over them, eyes opened wide despite the glaring light of the setting sun. There, miles behind their little procession, he saw them. Those beasts of legend, those monsters of nightmares. Dread and fear flooded him at the sight of those three-headed beasts, blasts of golden light peppering the space around them as the Paladins undoubtedly attempted to rein them back in. He could do nothing but stare for many moments, frozen in place.

And then, as suddenly as it all started, the world seemed to catch back up again, and everything was moving fast. An indistinct shout from Tryst, a jolt of the cart, Azar speeding towards his fellow Paladins on his golden wings. The cart jolted again as it picked up pace, and Kirottu was thrown back into the bed of the cart, striking his head against the siding as he fell. He saw stars against the dying light of the sky, and then he saw nothing.

[riverrinehammerofficial]

Tagged by @therealhieronymous to answer 20 questions and tag 20, thanks!

Name: Rachel but I prefer Rae 😘

Pronouns: she/they or whatever you perceive me as

Zodiac: Aries 💜

Height: 5’ 5.5” (the half counts)

Time: 3:20p

Birthday: March 21st

Nationality: American (unfortunately)

Favorite band/group: Ghost, AFI, Waterparks, Bauhaus, Misfits

Favorite solo artist: David Bowie, Yungblud, Hozier

When you created your blog: August of 2013

Last thing you googled: Jason Mantzoukas

Other blogs: Nope

Why you chose your url: my best friend misread the sign for Fort Necessity as Fort McNasty. We then joked and said it was the Babadook’s last name and that they are not a one name entity. My friend then proceeded to convince me that it needed to be my new online name

How many people you're following: way too many people lmao some are probably dead blogs, now

How many followers you have: 🤷🏻‍♀️

Average hours of sleep: 6-6 1/2 is normal

Instruments: Piano for 21 years and guitar for about 15. Also learning the Kalimba

Lucky number: 13

Currently wearing: Grey shirt, red basketball shorts

Dream trip: I would love to go back and explore more of Ireland.

Favorite food: Sushi, lox with cream cheese

Favorite song: Of all time? I can’t choose...

Top 3 fictional universes to live in: Castlevania so hot vampires (and Trevor) know I exist, Star Wars because I want a real lightsaber to fuck things up with, and Labyrinth because I will be Jareth’s Goblin Queen.

Tagging some but if you want to do this, go for it.

@warcats-cat @bigtuna108 @born-in-chains-of-revolution @femme-fauxpas @barbika1508 and anyone else who just wants to do this

[swallowtail-jumper]

First Impressions

Coypu ran, legs nearly tripping over one another as he scrambled to escape. It didn't help that one of the eggs he had grabbed had decided it was hatching. In his hand.

But he couldn't stop moving. The person in charge of the nest, or at least in charge of yelling like it was goin outta style, saw him sneaking round the eggs and now half the bloody place is after him.

The people chasing him are a bit of a ways off but they're gaining speed. Hoping he can finally lose them, Coypu makes a sharp turn and then ducks into a room. There's someone there, leaning over a table. Coypu's ready to ask em to not squeal but they let outta sound that don't sound like an awake one.

Coypu creeps closer, and he's right. They're sleeping. On paper with a whole bunch of scribbles on ‘em. Now Coypu can't read, but it looks like the paper is the fancy kind. Like the kind that La Corona writes on for her "alliances".

Is this person important? Did Coypu get the bad luck to run into the head honcho of this place? Because that would suck.

He tries not to wake the person up but ends up bumping his tail against em. Saying every single curse inside his head, Coypu quickly hides the eggs behind him. The sleeper is now awake and he looks pretty startled. Mind you, Coypu would be too if someone broke into his room and woke him up, but it ain't wrong to wish that the person would have reacted differently and just went back to sleep.

"Who are you?" The words are heavily accented, but Coypu chooses to interpret them that way. Not like the person’s going to correct him when they’re still clearly waking up. They're blinking like an owl, all wide eyes and slow-like. It's kinda endearing if not for how he could be a real threat. Maybe those baby blues are going to glisten like claws about to slice into prey. Maybe those ears are gonna flatten down like when a warcat gets real ornery.

"The man of your dreams?" Best go for disarming and clueless then. Especially if this is the big cheese. Another execution order on his head would not help him back home.

The person has the nerve to snort. Again, cute, but with a hint of possibly threatening. "I always imagined you would be a little less sweaty." His accent is still nice, though, thick.

"Takes a lot of work to find you, parently. S'not like you were helping, neither. A real sleeping beauty, you are."

That gets the guy startled. Maybe they're touchy on the whole beautiful thing? But the blush dusting their cheeks looks great. Coypu makes a mental note to come stop by the clan more often.

"Why are you actually here?” Coypu goes to answer, opens his mouth, and shuts it as he crams himself under the desk in the knick of time. He hears the door open and knows he made the right choice. He can’t exactly see who’s there, but he can hear the ensuing conversation. And even that is a mystery, as the only thing he can understand is ‘Rah’. Maybe that’s the name of his not-really-captor?

When the door closes, ‘Rah’ gently kicks him and mutters that he can come back up. Coypu does, of course, and still tries to play it off. Even leans against the desk, but the facade flickers when he looks down. The eggs are under the table. How will he get them up and out?

More bullshitting it is, then.

“As I was saying, I’m here to sweep you off your feet, darlin’. But you put yourself to sleep. Understandably, because writing is borin’ as all Hell, but-” ‘Rah’ holds up a hand, efficiently cutting him off.

“Nevermind how false the rest of that is, but my work is not boring.” Coypu doesn’t scoff, but he’s very close to it. What’s exciting about words?

“I haven’t bothered to learn to scribble down my name because of how boring it is. And you can’t change that, darlin’.”

“Stop calling me that! My name is Rah.” Score one for listening skills. “And writing can be used to keep yourself in contact with people far away.”

“My dragon form is pretty damn large. If I need to talk, I’ll scream. If they’re too far, looks like they’re shit outta luck.”

“Looks like you’ll be doing plenty screaming from jail, then. For stealing.” Man, Rah was cuter when they had a nice banter going. The smug one was, only slightly, less attractive.

Coypu puts down most of the eggs, keeping the one that he thought was hatching. Reaching into hi shorts, he pulls out a 50k treasure coin and hands it over.

“I think that should more than cover the child. Now I’m not stealing.” Looking at his wrist, Coypu pretends to be immensely shocked by the bare scales. “And would you look at that! I gotta get going. I’ll keep in touch. Listen for the screaming.” With that Coypu winks and books it out of there. He manages to sneak out pretty undetected, but if someone saw him he didn’t stick around to chat. No, as soon as he could, he shoved the egg in his mouth and went dragon form, flying back to the Nightrage Drag.

No one seems bothered by him just crashing in. But, as it’s late by the time he gets back and gets past the barriers, he decides not to visit La Corona just yet. Putting the egg in the corner of his room, he sleeps pretty easily.

And if, in the morning, the egg is gone, he pays no mind. Just asks La Corona in passing how to spell his name. Her response, to give him a collar with writing etched into a label attached to it, is appreciated until her son giggles. Apparently the reverse has “If Caught, Please Return to the Nightrage Drag” etched in. Coypu traces the letter with a sarcastic laugh.

Next venture above ground, maybe he’ll scream. 

 ( @dragontag420​ )