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magnum-caelum · 19 days

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**Ykonn is the continent that Hycinth (Xyria's homeland) is located. Glisha is the continent that Dhavya hails from.

tags: @mocha-bunbun @tiredsleep

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The masked figure's scrutinizing gaze burns even from under the mask. The Reveler's head tips to the side ever so slightly, humming in quiet contemplation. Dhavya suppresses every instinct to bristle.

"You're pretty," the performer finally says, straightening. "You could make a fortune if you joined us, you know?"

Dhavya responds with an uneasy smile. "Thank you. But I've no need for riches, nor desire to..."

She trails off, unsure of how to word "circus" without it sounding like a slur.

The Reveler laughs, leaning back easily as if waving off the uneasiness. "Of course, of course. Force of habit. Anyways, what was it that you wanted?"

Now that the moment is here, Dhavya feels her mouth dry up, her throat sealing itself shut.

Hell, Dhavya. You came all the way here. Spit it out.

"Help me look for someone," she finally manages. "You're good at that, right? I've heard a lot about your... um... underground business. I need to find someone."

"Oh," The Reveler leans forward, elbows on their knees. Dhavya can hear the smirk in their voice. "And who is this person? Family? A lover? Do you seek vengeance?"

Dhavya forces herself to swallow, the action tickling her dry throat. "A..." she trails off. How would one describe their relationship? "She... It's complicated. She was sent to kill me, once. Then she worked for me for a bit... and... I made a promise to her."

There's a beat of silence. Dhavya finishes the thought that lingers in her mind: "I intend to keep it."

"Lover it is," The Reveler drawls. They stand, languid, like a leopard pressing itself to its full height. "So? Tell me about them. Can't very well find someone without knowing more than what they used to do."

"She told me her name was Xia. She has chin-length, dark blue hair. Purple-bluish eyes. Her skin's tan, a little lighter than mine..." Dhavya finds herself flushing hotly at the mere memory of the woman. "She was probably a soldier. Wouldn't tell me what nation she was from. Looked Ykonn. She's a good fighter. A good fighter. About this tall... Never told me where she was going, just disappeared. She was always careful about that sort of thing. Sprinkled in just enough inconsistencies in her story to let me know that she was lying about at least... at least a lot of her story."

The Reveler nods slowly, as if committing every word to memory. "I'll get started tracking her down. And you? Where will you be? Finding someone can take months."

Dhavya looks at the masked face, right where the eye slits should be. "I'll wait. I'll be in Arkya indefinitely, anyways. You can send updates to... this location..." Dhava tears a piece of paper from her journal and jots down an address.

"I will pay you richly for this," Dhavya promises. "I am a princess of the the Glishal Sands. My word is better than gold."

"Sure, princess," The Reveler takes the paper and turns their face to the map pinned to the wall. "I've no doubt."

"Now that business talks are over..." The Reveler prowls forwards slowly, until they reach out to place two gentle fingers on Dhavya's sternum. "I've got a show in about an hour from now. Will you be joining us?"

Blood thrums under Dhavya's skin. She allows herself to lean forwards against the fingers, a half smile lighting her lip.

"I've got time to spend," Dhavya agrees, and clasps a firm hand to The Reveler's removing it from herself. "But please. Watch your hands. I've found offense for less."

The Reveler only giggles at that, giving Dhavya a shooing motion.

"Go on, then. I'll see you later."

Dhavya dips under the curtain-door, into the half-light of sunset. She breathes deep, feeling anxiety and adrenaline wash from her system.

"All of this, for a mercenary." Dhavya laughs. "Oh, Xia. You really are something."

#> sandstorm #> write: evith #> write: dhavya #> evith #> dhavya #> write: sandstorm #**xyria went undercover in dhavya's homeland as xia

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fanficmaniatic · 11 months

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Cole and Morro from an AU I am… considering… making content for again…

Basically Cole and Morro are best friends who grew up in an assassin cult (if you have been here a while you might know what cult, is the same cult I always use) they are death, but cursed and looking for a way to Un-Curse themselves. Wrote a fic forever ago about it, Is Called The Scars Of Broken Promises. Mind the tags.

Anywyssss This is basically “Everyone is evil actually, but not really” Might do my versions of Jay and Nya cuz that lowkey inspired my “What is Jay up to in Dragons Rising.”

[Ko-fi]

#this shit is due for a redesign but I don’t have time rn #ninjago au #Ninjago #sandstromshipping #sandstorm #cole x morro #Yeah forgot to mention that little detail???? they kiss #ninjago morro #ninjago cole #cole brookestone #i dont hace a name for this au #sooooooo [random bull shit go]#ninjago evil au #<-the best I could do J am writing this at 3 am

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mothdapple · 6 months

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My ideal Squirrelstar nine lives ceremony

I sorta wanted to write out this scene since we didn't get to see it in the books, but I also sorta didn't want to completely commit to writing it since I'm feeling lazy lol. So this is choppier and more unpolished than my usual writing.

I did at least put a decent amount of thought into life attributes which were both appropriate for Squirrelflight (highlighting her strengths or something that she should work on) and thematically appropriate for the cats giving them.

1. Firestar: Love.

The first cat that stepped out of the crowd of spirits had a familiar fiery orange pelt. Squirrelflight purred, feeling like a kit again as she tucked her head under her father’s chin.

“Firestar,” she murmured. “It’s so good to see you.”

“It’s wonderful to see you too,” Firestar said, pulling his head back.

He blinked down at her, a gentle look in his bright green eyes. “Are you ready for your first life?”

Squirrelflight inhaled deeply, squaring her shoulders and lifting her chin. “I am.”

Firestar purred. “My daughter, nothing brings me more joy or pride than passing the Clan that was once my ward into your capable paws. Cherish it and love it as I love you, and you love your family in return.” He dipped his head, touching his nose to hers. “I give you this life for love.”

2. Sandstorm: Strength/energy.

A pale ginger figure joined them before Firestar had even stepped back. Squirrelflight purred loudly in greeting as Sandstorm brushed her pelt against hers, purring and twining around her.

“Hi Mom," Squirrelflight said. "I've missed you too."

"Hello, Squirrelflight," Sandstorm said as she pulled away to face her. "You always surprised me when you were a kit, but you continue to defy expectations even now."

Squirrelflight's whiskers twitched in amusement. "And, that's a good thing...?"

Sandstorm arched a brow.

"I suppose that depends on your perspective," she said, lightly teasing. "All I can tell you is my own: by the time I was your age, my bones were tired, and I’d already become an elder. Now I know you’ve always had more energy than me, Squirrelflight— more energy than most cats in fact! But, you’ll need that vigor now more than ever as you become ThunderClan’s leader."

Sandstorm leaned forward to press her muzzle to hers, and Squirrelflight noticed a spark of ferocity in her mother's eyes. "With this life, I give you that strength.”

3. Dustpelt: Mentorship.

Dustpelt strode towards her, his chin held high. Squirrelflight blinked fondly at her old mentor.

"It's also good to see you," she said as he reached her.

Dustpelt just inclined his head in response.

"Squirrelflight," he said, not wasting time on frivolous greetings. “With this life, I give you mentorship. Use it to guide your Clan wisely—” Dustpelt shot her a knowing look, “—even when it’s acting like an unruly apprentice.”

Squirrelflight mrrowed with laughter. She was still purring even as he touched his nose to hers, and the life flooded through her.

4. Feathertail: Perspective.

Squirrelflight purred at the sight of her old friend.

"Feathertail," she said as she reached her. "It's been far too long."

Feathertail blinked at her fondly. "It has, hasn't it? You've accomplished so much since we last saw each other."

Squirrelflight's belly twisted in an old grief.

"But you should have been there to accomplish it too," she murmured.

Feathertail shook her head.

"I've long since come to terms with the lot I had in my life," she said. "At least my death helped you all finish the journey and led to where you are now. Are you ready for your next life?"

Squirrelflight nodded. Feathertail dipped her silver and black striped head to gently touch her nose to Squirrelflight's.

“I give this life for perspective," she said. "It’s easy for Clan cats to see everything from their narrow point-of-view: what’s best for me or for ThunderClan. But you and I have seen more of this world than most during our adventures, and we know it pays to be compassionate, even to those foreign to us. None of us are really so different from each other."

5. Shrewpaw: Foresight.

Squirrelflight purred to see her friend from apprentice-hood approach next. "Hello, Shrewpaw."

Shrewpaw's gaze glinted with amusement as he looked at her.

"I always knew you were going to end up being important one day," he teased. "You're way too bossy, stubborn, and full of yourself to not to."

"Hey!" Squirrelflight said in mock offense. "You better watch yourself! You know, this is the almost-leader of ThunderClan you're talking to."

He tilted his head to the side, a challenge in his expression.

"But you're no true leader without StarClan-given lives, and I'm here with a life for you... so..."

Squirrelflight's eyes narrowed. "Are you holding this life over me?"

Shrewpaw's whiskers quivered in amusement, but he licked his paw in a show of disinterest and drew it over his face. "Maybe."

"You fox-heart," Squirrelflight said, but she wasn't able to swallow back her purrs.

"Mouse-brain," Shrewpaw fired back.

He finally closed the last few tail-lengths of distance between them, his expression growing solemn.

"Are you ready for your next life?" he asked.

Squirrelflight nodded, and Shrewpaw touched his muzzle to hers.

“You and I got into a lot of mischief when we were young with our impulsive, mouse-brained decisions," he said softly. "But, with a whole Clan relying on you, it pays to be thoughtful. I give you this life for foresight.”

His life flowed into her, sweeping her into a vision. Her belly was cramped in hunger as she streaked after a massive bird. There was just one thought in her mind: I need to catch it. I need to catch it.

She was so focused on the bird, she didn't even see the monster coming. One bolt of agony laced through her entire body, and then there was only numbness.

Squirrelflight blinked out of the vision, horror prickling her fur.

I just watched the last moments of Shrewpaw's life.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

Shrewpaw shook his head. "Don't be. Just don't repeat my mistakes."

Shrewpaw began to pad away. “Remember to look before you leap, alright?” he added from over his shoulder.

“I’ll do my best,” Squirrelflight murmured.

6. Purdy: Patience.

An old brown tom ambled out of the crowd. The friendly look on his face eased some the pain of the life given by Shrewpaw.

"How are ya feelin'?" Purdy asked, gazing at Squirrelflight in concern.

Squirrelflight cleared her throat.

"I'm hanging in there," she rasped.

Purdy nodded.

"You're more than halfway done!" he encouraged. "Are you ready now for my life?"

Squirrelflight braced herself. "Yes."

Purdy touched his nose to hers.

“With this life, I give you patience.” His eyes twinkled with humor. “It can sometimes be as challenging and frustrating to lead a Clan as it is to guide a group of hot-headed warriors through a twolegplace. But, have patience for ThunderClan during the challenging times.”

7. Dandelionkit and Juniperkit: Wonder.

"Mom! Mom!"

The voices immediately yanked at Squirrelflight's attention. A pair of kits were sprinting towards her. A painful rush of joy and grief flooded through Squirrelflight's body. A purr bursting from her throat, she ran forward to meet them. She rasped her tongue over Dandelionkit's and Juniperkit's faces as they circled around her paws.

"My kits," Squirrelflight purred. "My sweet babies. Oh, I've missed you."

"We missed you too!" Dandelionkit said, burying her face in her belly fur.

"But, we know why you had to go back," Juniperkit said, blinking up at her. "And, now you're going to be ThunderClan's leader!"

"And, we get to give you a life!" Dandelionkit squeaked, bouncing with excitement.

"Are you ready?" Juniperkit asked, his little head tilting to the side.

"Yes, of course," Squirrelflight said softly.

She crouched so Juniperkit and Dandelionkit were able to both press their muzzles to her head.

“We give you a life for wonder. Being a leader won’t always be easy,” Juniperkit said, his young voice filled with a wisdom beyond his moons. “But when things are hard, do not forget the blessings within and around you and our Clanmates.”

Dandelionkit blinked at her, a sparkle in her green eyes. “Instead, try looking at the world from a perspective of a kit, and reminding yourself of all the amazing things out there, be it a juicy mouse or the first blossom of newleaf!”

8. Hollyleaf: Forgiveness.

A shadow slipped from the crowd of starry warriors.

"Hi Squirrelflight," she said in a small voice.

"Hollyleaf," Squirrelflight breathed.

Every hair on her pelt ached as it had with Dandelionkit and Juniperkit. She wanted to rush to Hollyleaf as she'd done with them and cover her face in licks, but Squirrelflight stilled her paws. She didn't know if Hollyleaf would appreciate such a gesture.

There was so much still unresolved between them. The time during which Hollyleaf had returned to ThunderClan after the secret reveal had been so brief, and Squirrelflight's time with her in StarClan after she'd been badly injured had been even shorter. A part of Squirrelflight still didn't know where she stood in the eyes of her adoptive daughter.

But, Hollyleaf seemed to be almost equally as unsure of her, since she hung back instead of approaching right away as the other StarClan cats had.

"I need to ask, because I wasn't sure..." Hollyleaf murmured, shuffling her paws awkwardly. "I mean... Do you want me to be the one who gives your next life?"

"Of course!" Squirrelflight exclaimed, her ears angling back at the implication otherwise.

Hollyleaf dipped her head, staring down at her paws.

“Very well then," she said in a low voice. She breathed in deeply. "With this life, I give you forgiveness. I was hurting in the last few moons I was alive, but the way I acted wasn’t right. It only served to hurt myself, you, and the rest of our family— the cats who I care about the most. Do not do as I did and allow anger and stubbornness to blind you when you feel wronged. Instead forgive, and learn to ask for forgiveness in return.”

Hollyleaf finally lifted her gaze to blink at her, a seasons-old grief and regret swimming in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Mom.”

Squirrelflight inhaled sharply, her chest aching.

“There is nothing to forgive,” she whispered. “I love you so much, Hollyleaf. No matter what, you will always be my daughter.”

A rough purr rumbling in her throat, Hollyleaf finally stepped forward, pressing her face to hers. As they rubbed their cheeks and temples together, the life roared through Squirrelflight like a hurricane.

9. Leafpool: Unshakable Morals.

Finally, a small brown tabby padded out from the crowd. Squirrelflight’s heart swelled with love as she watched her sister approach her.

“I’ve missed you so much,” she murmured.

Leafpool’s face was full of affection as she looked at her, but there was also a steely glint of certainty in her eyes.

“I have too,” Leafpool said. “But my journey was over. Yours, though, is still continuing, and there is so much good left for you do for ThunderClan as its leader.”

Leafpool touched her nose to hers, her amber eyes staring deeply into Squirrelflight’s green. “I give you your final life for unshakable morals. You’re a wonderful cat, Squirrelflight, and an even better sister. You’ve always done what you believe is right, no matter what anyone else thought. Never let anyone or anything corrupt your ability to follow your heart.”

Squirrelflight closed her eyes, drinking in her sister’s blessing eagerly, even though she knew like the others, this life would come with pain.

She was swept into a vision. Flashes of their life together, from kit-hood to apprenticeship, flickered rapidly before Squirrelflight. She saw herself leaving with Brambleclaw on the journey, sadness pressing heavy on Leafpaw. Then she saw them reuniting, joy as brilliant as the sun rushing through Leafpaw. Until finally, from Leafpool’s eyes, she saw her giving three little kits over to Squirrelflight. Pain clawed at Leafpool's heart but alongside it, determination that they were doing the right thing.

In the visions, those kits grew up into noble cats that she was so proud of even now, and Squirrelflight still knew that they had made the right choice. Even after all the turmoil it caused in their lives, even after StarClan themselves had put them on trial for it— she and her sister had done their best with what they knew at the time to give those three innocent, little kits the best lives they could.

As the visions at last faded, Squirrelflight’s eyes opened to see that Leafpool’s muzzle was still pressed to hers.

“I don’t regret a thing,” Leafpool whispered.

Squirrelflight’s purr was thick with emotion as she responded. “Me neither.”

Leafpool purred too, and finally, she stepped back, lifting her chin.

“I hail you by your new name, Squirrelstar! Your old life is no more. You have now received the nine lives of a leader, and StarClan grants you the guardianship of ThunderClan. Defend it well; care for young and old; honor your ancestors and the traditions of the warrior code; live each life with pride and dignity.”

Leafpool threw her head back.

“Squirrelstar! Squirrelstar!”

#warrior cats fanfic #warrior cats writing #squirrelflight #hollyleaf #leafpool #firestar #sandstorm #asc thunder #yes Leafpool's life is a not-so-subtle “fuck you” to StarClan

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emerald-cloud23 · 9 days

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Remember this idea? That post got more attention than I thought, so I just spent some time writing about that idea. I am still sick so it isn't the longest thing in the world but it sure is something. Maybe I'll continue in the future. Writing beneath the cut.

It had been a while since he was amongst the living– a few decades, to be exact. His newfound freedom was all thanks to his ninja master's newest student: the "actual" green ninja. If it hadn't been for this kid opening the gateway into the Cursed Realm to banish his own father Morro would've still been stuck in there. And now, as a way of saying 'thanks' to this kid, Morro had taken his body for his own– possessing him. The thought of encountering his old master in the body of his prized student was thrilling as he approached the tea shop he now lived in. Before possessing Lloyd he had found out that the monastery on one of the lands highest mountains had burned down a bit ago. The winds were swirling around the possessed kid as he approached the small shop, located far away from any city to notice if anything were to go wrong during Morro's mission.

When the winds outside the shop started to pick up the old man got suspicious. Something about the way it sounded felt familiar to him. A small feeling of dread began to form in his stomach, a wall of regret threatening to be broken the closer those winds came. As he watched his other four students run outside to greet their friend who had been gone for a few hours Wu held onto his hat and staff before speaking a warning to them, but of course his students didn't listen. “That's not Lloyd,” he had said, yet they still opened the shops doors and went outside. Oh, they could be so foolish for being heroes…

Morro had become aware of the fact that Wu had more than one student at the moment, the other four who were meant to protect their green hero. But Morro hadn't cared much to research about them before he had possessed the museums night guard and called for Lloyd to come investigate. A quick glance over the four seemed to be enough for him, at first. They appeared to be a bit older than Morro had been when he passed away but that was about it. The only other notable thing he picked up on that quickly was that one of them seemed to be a robot.

Just as Morro was about to tell them to step aside so he could enter the tea shop to confront Wu he eyes latched onto one of the four– a boy with raven hair and dark eyes. Something about that boy made Morro stop dead in his tracks and he ended up just silently staring at the ninja as he took in every detail of this ninja.

He knew he should've continued on with his plan, the mission he had been sent on, but something happened within him. Instead of telling the four to step aside he called out to Wu, who was still inside the tea shop. “Hey Wu, who the fuck allowed you to train hot people now?!” His voice echoed through the night, carried along by the winds that still accompanied him.

His words did not go unnoticed. The raven boy stared at his possessed friend with a shocked expression, with his three friends all staring at their raven haired friend before looking back at Morro, equally shocked. Right, they weren't even aware of Morro possessing their friend.. Oh well, what did that matter now? His words went unanswered, no one knowing how to respond to something like that.

His eyes remained fixed on the dark haired boy, his bushy eyebrows and the absolute shock on his face. Something about that look was amusing to Morro. It was an interesting mix of fear, shock but also a little bit of a smile threatening to break his tough looking facade.

Morro wondered… Why bring the Preeminent into this world to curse and destroy it if someone this pretty existed in it? He would risk this guy's life. And while it could be nice to be a ghost with him, a small part of Morro's heart feared the boy would hate him. That was something he did not want to risk, so… No Realm Crystal or Sword of Sanctuary it is.

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beanieable · 4 months

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Day 1 - Cole and Morro from LEGO Ninjago

Midnight Dance - ao3

It's February and I'm doing a litte event. I'll post a Chibi drawing as well as a one shot for multiple ship from different fandoms.

#art #writing #fanfiction #valentines event 2024 #ninjago #lego ninjago #cole x morro #cole #cole brookstone #morro #morro wu #sandstorm shipping #sandstorm

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kurozu501 · 1 year

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THEY WERE SO CUTE AND IN LOVE AND I AM SO SAD AUGH

#arknights #saria #olivia silence #dorothy’s vision was nice and all but i NEED an event where saria and silence get stranded alone #maybe in a wilderness or a ruin and saria is injured protecting silence and trying to be tough about it #but eventually it overcomes her and they take shelter in a cave some where while saria treats her #and then oh no terrible weather serious snow/sandstorm/whatever guess we’ll be stuck here for a few days #and then while silence treats her wound they finally fucking talk #look at me im writing fanfic #thats just how good this manhua is

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radioactivepeasant · 7 months

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Halloween Fic Special Preview!

(A little chunk of Jus Sanguinis for the week while I try to scrape together enough brain cells to finish the last major scenes)

The coastal city of Spargus had lived with the storms for generations, watching the once broad oases narrow and dwindle as the winds displaced topsoil at devastating rates. The sands had swallowed many of their warriors before the Spargans created The Crawler. The massive armored vehicle, replete with emergency supplies and enough armor to give even a metalpede pause, undoubtedly saved lives. But it was slow moving, and Wastelanders on foot often did not have enough time to get to the mobile shelter before the damage to their skin and lungs was beyond the power of an eco pack to heal. And being the only vehicle of its kind meant that if one part broke -- say, a blown head gasket -- the behemoth was stranded until a replacement could be located and driven to its location...after the storm had ended.

"Piece of crap-!" Jak aimed a vicious kick at the front end of the cab and slammed the door behind him.

"This never happens when Daxter is here."

"I don't know whether that is meant to compliment Daxter, or to insult me," his companion said dryly.

King Damas pulled his scarf further up over his mouth and nose and gestured grimly to the massive tank on the Crawler's back.

"The wind is picking up. We need to get inside."

Jak shook sand out of his goggles and dropped to the ground to join him.

"What about the rest of the raiding party?" he snapped, "We can't just leave them!"

Damas’s hand twitched -- the only visible indication that he had any opinions on Jak’s tone.

"Getting angry is counterproductive," he said sharply. "They are all experienced survivors. They will know their best bet is to make it to Broken Sandal Canyon."

You're tense, too! Jak wanted to shout.

But fighting with Damas, he had long since learned, was a very poor life choice. Besides, this man had all but pried him out of the jaws of death before he even knew what Jak was capable of, binding their lives together despite the doubts of his subjects. Jak knew he didn't deserve to be lashed out at. But he just couldn't help it!

Without Daxter he was on-edge. Unsettled.

It couldn't be helped: Daxter was very unwillingly resting at home with some variation of a local childhood disease. As it turned out, being born hundreds of years earlier did not make one immune to The Gripes. Jak, curiously, had yet to manifest the allegedly contagious disease, despite having been in close quarters with Daxter until leaving with the raiding party that morning. Perhaps it was his generally eco-saturated nature that made him resistant to some germs?

Speaking of eco, were you paying attention to your dark intake during the ambush?

Jak shoved the thought away and trudged through the worsening winds to the back of the Crawler.

His eco levels were a little high, sure, but nothing he couldn't handle. He'd gone days without exploding before.

Liar. You exploded every single day in Haven, or near enough to it.

At least the engine failure didn't prevent anything else in the Crawler from working. The closing of the back hatch left them both stranded in a little island of flickering overhead light, while the sounds of the storm faded to a muffled hiss. Damas lowered himself to one of the benches anchored against the wall and stretched his legs out, using the net of medical supplies hanging from the overhead rack as a kind of backrest. He seemed far more comfortable with the situation than Jak was. He watched Jak pace in front of the hatch, noting with some interest that Jak was far more on-edge than usual. He wasn't just frustrated, he was rattled.

"It's just a storm, kid."

Damas leaned back and closed his eyes.

"You've driven in them before."

"Yeah," Jak grunted, "with Daxter."

"Hm." The king raised his brows, but did not open his eyes. "You're not often apart, are you?"

"Not if I can help it," Jak answered shortly. "Not looking to repeat two years of involuntary separation."

The hiss of the sand against the hull rose for a moment in the quiet that followed Jak's words. Then, half to himself, Damas murmured, "Ah. The prison."

Jak's stomach turned a flip.

He still didn't know what had possessed him to confess to his erstwhile conservator why he could transform. What had been done to him in the pits of the Fortress. Damas had taken it well at the time -- no disgust, or condescension- or worse, pity. But the fear nagged at Jak regardless with each following day, whispering in the back of his mind that Damas was looking at him different now. That if Jak strayed too far out of line, his past might be held up in front of him in an attempt to make sense of his actions.

The second he told people something was wrong with him, it became their go-to explanation every time he did something they didn't like. Even Dax did it once in a while- though he at least made conscious efforts to be less careless with his words. Honestly, Jak was shocked Damas hadn't brought it up after his moment of defiance in the Arena.

Something smacked against the Crawler's armor -- likely a rock -- and Jak jumped and cursed. It was too quiet in the shelter. He didn't like the quiet, or the lack of windows showing him what was going on outside. It was like being in a storage crate, or a garage.

Or a cell.

Feeling an electric twinge of weirdwrongbad crawling along the nerves surrounding his scar tissue, Jak began to pace quicker. He focused on breathing as much as he could, and let his gaze sweep across the hold. Any detail that could set this place apart from the cells was noted and clung to.

"Settle, boy."

Damas still hadn't opened his eyes. He folded his arms across his chest and shifted his weight slightly.

"We'll need our strength once the storm has passed. Don't waste your energy on restless nerves."

"Easy for you to say!" Jak retorted.

Watch it, Jak. Eco's boiling up. Get it under control before you really start mouthing off.*

"We've both seen what a storm like this can do to a person. To a broken down vehicle. How are you so calm right now?!"

The older warrior's lips quirked up with a soft chuckle.

"I've been around, kid," he answered wryly, "I've waited out my share of storms in the Crawler. This is no larger or smaller than any other sandstorm I've faced before."

#fic prompts #writing prompts #my fics #my aus #jus sanguinis #halloween fic #jak and daxter #dadmas #king damas #bottle episode #when you're stuck in a box during a sandstorm with a teenager who shapeshifts into a small demon when angered #snippet monday #wip previews #Dark Jak's idea of bonding time does not match anyone else's

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bonefall · 1 year

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rosetail being aromantic is SO funny she's so invested in everyones' relationships and lives but has no interest in them herself she's literally just living for the drama

i hc her as a matchmaker as opposed to just shipping people, loudly, to them. like.. she's the one who gets people like redtail and runningwind together because she's sat there like "Redtail is loyal and patient but Runningwind is impulsive and passionate... they'd make a great match.

also its so dumb that ROSETAIL (known for having a RED TAIL) isnt related to REDTAIL (known for having a RED TAIL)

Aromantic Rosetail is REAL

I imagine her as the sort of aromantic person who loves the idea of romance, and love being this magic force that she's just waiting to strike her one day... and it never comes. She wants to understand it so badly that she's just blind-guessing who's in love with whom, until it evolves into actually deconstructing the actual idea of romance itself.

I think she'd have a period in her life where she meets it with some despair, realizing that isn't not that she can't have it, but she doesn't want it.

A deep sense of wrongness when she does, at last, have the opportunity. She turns it down.

She eventually has her kittens, happily invoking the Queen's Rights so she doesn't have to bother with the complications of a mate. The sire was out of the Clan, too, just so she would EXTRA not have to worry about it.

Thistleclaw is maaaaaaadddd, but at that point Rosetail is a lot happier with her lifelong friends Thrushpelt and Bluefur, the deputy, than her crummy brother.

Rosetail's kits... albert einstein Redtail and Spottedleaf. She DEFINITELY matchmade Red and Runner.

"Redtail when are you giving me grandkits"

"MOM!! We're only DATING."

#It's neat to think that Rosetail's kits were going to become leader and medcat #Also Rosetail's tail is actually passing down through the generations #But the last time it's shown up was in Squilf #Sandstorm and Longtail are now the kits of Runningred #I could slap it onto Thiftear's butt. Or Bristle's. Or even Dovewing's.#Rosetail #Rosetail's experience was based on a friend's #And general lamentation I've seen from some aroace people wishing there were more stories about aroace people figuring it out #Instead of just always knowing there was something different about them #There's a lot of aroace people who like to engage with romantic literature or even write it #That's kind of how I see Rosetail. If she was a human she would write romance novels #Bluestar's Flowers #Bonefall Rewrite #Bluestar's Flowers is like 50% about ideologies and 50% about the various types of queer cats in the Clans lmao

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katiek101 · 5 months

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You mentioned your Fireheart ghost AU will have like a Fire/Sand sibling dynamic? I was just wondering what that looks like for them!

The other warriors snicker as Fireheart is followed out of camp by a trail of rowdy apprentices, and for her snickering, Fireheart ropes Sandstorm into coming with them.

“Building your case to mentor one of the kits?” Sandstorm asks as they lead the way to the sandy hollow. Cinderpaw follows quietly on their tails, while Swiftpaw and Lynxpaw take swipes at each other in the back.

“Not really,” Fireheart replies. “But if it works then I won’t complain.”

“Fernkit, Ashkit, and Mistlekit,” Sandstorm counts. “One for you, one for me, and one for Dustpelt.”

Fireheart snorts. “As if Bluestar would give Dustpelt an apprentice over Graystripe. He’s almost more impatient than Runningwind.”

“Maybe, but we all know that if Bluestar gives any of us fresh-meat an apprentice then it’ll be you, and Dustpelt would throw a fit if you got to mentor an apprentice before him.”

“Then maybe Dustpelt shouldn’t have such a bad attitude all the time.”

“Not all the time,” Sandstorm disagrees. “Only whenever you’re around.”

Fireheart shoots Sandstorm a half-hearted glare. Looking back it’s hard to pinpoint the exact moment she decided to morph their rivalry into a friendly rivalry, and Fireheart suspects that Whitestorm had something to do with it. Whatever magic Whitestorm worked, though, apparently did not extend to Dustpelt.

“Because I’m a kittypet,” Fireheart says, sounding bitter.

“I mean, it’s not that simple, but sure.”

“Enlighten me, then.”

Sandstorm shrugs. “You joined the day his mentor was murdered so he was already grieving, and then he was reassigned to Darkstripe and he ended up spending a lot of time around Tigerclaw and Longtail who basically make up your entire fan club--”

“Okay, I get it,” Fireheart interrupts. “You’re saying he was brainwashed.”

“I’m saying your mentor has a lot to do with who you become,” Sandstorm retorts. Somehow that feels like the theme of the day.

A star mentored a star mentored a star, remembers Fireheart. He wonders what Whitestorm’s father, Tigerclaw’s mentor, was like. He wonders if he can ask the elders about it without seeming suspicious.

Sandstorm takes his contemplative silence as brooding and suggests, “You know, there is an alternative explanation. Maybe Dustpelt is like, secretly madly in love with you and he loathes himself for it.”

Fireheart cuts Sandstorm a glare. “Quit joking.”

#it looks like this lol #an excerpt from chapter 2 I think?#they're actually so much fun to write like this #I love it #Fireheart #Sandstorm #Fireheart AU #WTSMTB

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theanoninyourinbox · 1 year

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maybe a concept for a Mistystar x Firestar au?

A Lore Ask? Ohohohoho yes please!

So to start, Thistleclaw figures out who the real father of Misty Stone and Moss is, and tries to start an interclan war over it, basically going hey you wet furbrains we have Riverclan kits nyeeehhhh. However Hailstar and Sunstar see through this and come to an agreement that pleases their warriors - after being weaned, the kittens go to Riverclan to be raised there, but Bluefur may visit them on occasion. The two clans become very close this way. When Rusty shows up, it’s to an elderly Sunstar and his deputy Bluefur, with her loyal ex apprentice Tigerfur. Thistleclaw disapproves but Sunstar welcomes the new apprentice, naming him Dawnpaw for his pale orange coat, and apprenticing him off to Bluefur. Redtail and Ravenpaw come back to camp, reporting that someone with Thunderclan scent has been mucking about Riverclan’s side of the border AGAIN, this time stealing and desecrating prey.

The next time Bluefur goes to visit her kits, now all warriors, she brings Dawnpaw, who is as respectful as possible - which Mistyfoot approves of. Crookedstar and Oakheart chit chat with Bluefur while Mistyfoot, Stonefur, and Mossback steal her apprentice for a swimming lesson. Dawnpaw comes back with a fat fish he offers to Crookedstar as a token of friendship. Leopardfur does not approve of the interclan friendships.

Some time later Sunstar passes in his sleep, and Bluestar rises. Crookedstar passes from illness and Leopardstar starts cracking down on the visits. Silverstream survives her kitting in Riverclan camp and refuses to name the father, but little Stormkit looks just like Graystripe. Dawnpaw, becoming Dawnheart, sneaks across to figure out what’s going on - Mistyfoot tells him that Leopardstar has been meeting a gray cat, but has little other details. Yellowfang is found, and Dawnheart is suspicious, a gray cat? In this camp? Brokenstar attacks camp and deputy Redtail is killed saving the kits and his sister, leaving his daughter Sandstorm and her maybe mate Raventail to mourn and Lionheart as deputy. Windclan returns triumphant. Yellowfang saves Spottedleaf, and when Brokenstar returns she blinds him. Thistleclaw tries to kill Bluestar and is stopped by Tigerfur and Dawnheart. Revealed as the traitor, he leaves in a furious huff. Later, after Brokenstar is poisoned I MEAN dies naturally, Thistlestar leads Shadowclan, and then joins up with Leopardstar to destroy the clans.

Stonefur is nearly killed fighting Darkstripe, who is a kit-poisoning terror, and Blackfoot, but Blackfoot sees the cats coming to save the half-clan cats, and throws the match, allowing Mistyfoot, Stonefur, Mossback, Silverstream, Featherkit, and Stormkit to escape, with Oakheart covering them, leading to his death. Lionheart steps down as deputy, and recommends Dawnheart, who recently finished training Cinderleg. Brightpaw and Swiftpaw live through the dogs, just barely. Mistyfoot and Dawnheart have a “secret” romance. The dogs throw themselves and Bluestar off the cliff, and she passes away. Dawnstar names loyal Whitestorm as deputy. Leopardstar refuses to back down, and is overthrown by the returning warriors, leading to her fleeing to Shadowclan. Scourge, attacked as a kit by Thistleclaw, kills Thistlestar and declares war. Leopardstar dies redeeming herself, saving Whitestorm. Dawnstar does not slay Scourge, but his rising drives off Bloodclan. Mistyfoot is chosen by Riverstar himself to lead Riverclan. Mistystar gives birth to five kits - Reedkit, Bluekit, Primrosekit, Pikekit, and Emberkit, and returns the rule of visiting cross-clan kits. Blackstar and Tallstar adopt this, and more kits grace the clans. When the Journey happens, Squirrelpaw, daughter of Sandstorm and Raventail, makes friends with Pikeface, leading to another romance.

I hope you like this AU!

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magnum-caelum · 1 year

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tags: @tiredsleep @mocha-bunbun

letter from dhavya to xyria. (im prolly never gonna actually make them canon but gejrlkajr i do really like the idea of them)

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Oh Xyria,

Does the sun shine upon you today?

I think your name over and over. I find myself mouthing the syllables of you, I can't help wishing for your hand to hold mine.

I suppose that once I'm buried under the desert sands, the wilds will become more like you, with how much my body holds your essence.

Xyria, I am a princess. I am a soldier. I am not supposed to have weaknesses.

I am not supposed to have weaknesses. But you.

I am not supposed to be soft. But you.

I am not supposed to be anything less than wholly unbiased, I am supposed to be hard and fierce, only benevolent to my people. But you.

Everything I am supposed to be is unraveled by you. Everything I want to be is shaped like clay from your hands. Should you call me yours, my soul would be forever hopelessly bound.

You are close to my heart, Xyria. You are one with my soul.

I could speak of your beauty, but I love you too much for that. Every sunset looks like you, the rains and the moon, the skies and their smiles.

In your presence I am as a sunflower to the sun.

In your arms I am no longer princess, no longer soldier.

In your promises I am only yours. I am forever, unendingly yours.

Come back, Xyria. I plead of you. Come back to At-heir. I cannot breathe without you by my side. I cannot think without you by my side. My very being aches for you.

Please, Xyria, if you will not listen to my pleas, perhaps you will listen to my beg. I beg of you, Xyria. Come back. Return to me, don't make me choose between you and my nation, because I fear that I will choose you.

I know that I will choose you. Over and over and over again.

Fare well, khaa'ña, but never farewell.

I love you, Exali.

~ Dhavya

#> sandstorm #> write: sandstorm

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pleckthaniel · 6 months

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The next brighter fires chapter is literally 18 scenes and I have all of them written but ONE ! it is so frustrating to be this close to done and yet still . not.

#i need to go Sandstorm Mode because everything i have left to write is her perspective #maybe that's what i'm doing today. just free writin and doodling until i remember how much i love her #scout talks #brighter fires

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kota-corner · 29 days

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Midnight is already so uncomfortable and I'm not even halfway through yet.

Firstly, Brambleclaw and Squirrelpaw MAY be related- they are possibly second cousins. Sandstorm is Squirrelflight’s mother, and Sandstorm’s father is generally assumed to be Redtail(and her mother is assumed to be Brindleface). Redtail’s sibling is Leopardfoot, who’s son is Tigerstar, who gave birth to Brambleclaw. In other words, if Redtail is truly Sandstorm's father, that means that she and Tigerstar are first cousins, which could make their kids second cousins. It has not been confirmed in the books or by the writers, so honestly it could just be a common interpretation that isn't actually canon.

I personally like to believe that Sandstorm's parents were two completely unrelated cats that died tragically when she was very young, and that's why she doesn't seem to talk much about family. This alone wouldn't be too bad since again, it's all speculation currently and Warriors has some issues with continuity and keeping things consistent, so I'd take this on its own with a grain of salt until the writers or books themselves directly state it. However, combined with all the other stuff that is toxic about this pairing, even the mere thought of having these two be closely blood related on TOP of it all is disturbing!

Scientifically, you share nearly none of your ancestors DNA after about eight generations and it is not classified as inc*st, which is far from where Squirrel and Bramble would be as second cousins. I understand they are cats, and in reality, they do inbreed at high rates. However, the difference between that and having it happen in Warriors is that real life cats do not have the cognitive or emotional capacity to differentiate between a blood relative and a potential mate. They act on purely biological instincts and they don't have any concept of inc*st, meaning that they are completely blind to it. Meanwhile, Warriors is a FICTIONAL story. The cats are strongly personified, they have intellectual thoughts and conversations, they can recognize their family members, they can fall in love and develop relationships outside of just mating to produce kits, etc. You can't apply the argument that "it isn't inc*st they're cats" when they are written to behave like us in many ways. Giving an animal human qualities means that a lot of human morals have to apply to them.

Also, Brambleclaw is ALREADY SHOWN TO BE LOWKEY SHITTY TO SQUIRRELPAW AND THE TWO ARE NOT EVEN TOGETHER YET. One of the first remarks Bramble makes about her to himself is that he'd claw her ear if she gave him an "attitude".

The age gap itself is not that bad- it's about sixteen months according to my calculations, and cats mature differently than humans, and often rapidly, so Brambleclaw is the equivalent of around fifteen, and Squirrelpaw is about the equivalent of eleven or twelve, which would be a very concerning age gap for humans, but again these are cats and their age process is different since they have shorter lifespans.

The problem is more the emotional power he holds over her, treating her as beneath him because she's still an apprentice, which makes for a very troubling beginning for the two of them when you consider that they are going to be a canonical couple not too far out from now.

I do already love Squirrelpaw, but I do not like the direction Brambleclaw's character is going in. I really liked him in TPB, but now he seems more like a mini Tigerstar. If his whole journey is about not judging others based on who their parents are, why are we making him act like this? And from what I've heard, he only gets worse.

Anyways, Squirrelpaw/Squirrelflight should allowed to be a lesbian and leave the toxic males in her life because she deserves a loving girlfriend thanks for coming to my TedTalk.

(Me, slapping Tigerstar for being awful to multiple of my favorite characters/j)

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woeismywaffle · 1 year

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Cliffjumper, Hound and Mirage settle down in some remote part of rebuilt Cybertron and live the cottagecore dream post-war

#Hound forages #Mirage knits #And Cliffjumper wards off pests #They sit together in their cozy living room near their tiny fireplace with fuzzy blankets and cuddle during the night #They go on hiking trips every weekend and visit the farmers market when it comes around #The local kids sometimes hang around to see what's up with the kooky hut in the woods and Cliffjumper tells them to get off their lawn #Sometimes their friends come to visit and they make a bonfire and sit around it and talk about old times #and it's beautiful and life is good and love is real #and wow I should really just write down that fic already instead of leaving it as a wip and vague tumblr post sgwuajajal #tf #transformers #cliffjumper #hound #mirage #RGB #(is that the ship name???)#cliffhoundraj #I will also find some way to shoehorn Blurr and Hardhead in there because they're important to me #Maybe Sandstorm and Octane too #depends on how many rarepairs I'll be able to fit in subtlety #SHWJJSJSI haven't even started writing it aside from the general premise and I have five thousand other WIPs that I barely touch #I should not be talking like thisHWJAJSK

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burning-thistles-bt · 11 months

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SCREAMING CRYING KICKING

JUST READ ALDER'S SCENE FOR CHAPTER 168 AND I AM LOOSING IT

HOW DO I EVEN FOLLOW THAT UP

AAAAAUGHGHDFDJJD

#also ive been in a FireSand hating mood lately #and thIS JUST MADE ME LOVE SANDSTORM AGAIN #YES GIRL GO #lolling thoughts #im getting so many FEELINGS #to the point where i literally cant sit down and write #this is why i can only write in public man #the social conformity of being still forces my energy into writing #burning thistles #burning thistles au #warrior cats fanfic #chapter 168 #fun fact its actually chapter 160 #if you subtract the allegiances and extra chapters

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waves-mp4 · 1 year

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Triple Changers

Triple Changers are far and few, but they exists. There will be tl;drs on the sections with warnings.

Enjoy

Disclaimer: this is a fan continuity and doesn't fully align with canon(mild spoilers for my fan cont.)

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Known Triple Changers:

Overlord - A cruel disloyal deception with a hidden soft spot no one can find. tank and jet (he/they/it)

Astrotain - A hardworking joyful train conductor who is loyal to the Deception cause. spaceship and train (he/they)

Blitzwing - He rather be at bed then in a meeting. jet and tank (he/she)

Tankor/Octane - Jumpy mech who is very friendly, avoids Overlord like the plage. tank* and airplane (he/tank)

Broadside - The moody yet somewhat chill. jet and aircraft carrier (he/it)

Sandstorm - A small quiet mech who is really loyal. jet* and jeep (she/he)

Soundless - A mute Soundwave clones with a special connection with Cosmos. space station and jet (it/its)

*Different alt mode than canon

(Tankor/Octane - tank/tanks/tankself)

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Who is Soundless?

Soundless is a Soundwave clone created by Shockblast. Very few know of his existence. He appears in the clone world building post.

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Triple Changers, Adaptus, and Adaptusians

(Content warning for religion, religion aspects, gods, and death. Skip to next section if you are not comfortable)

Adaptusians, worshippers of Adaptus, believed that triple changers were demi gods given the gift of a third form by Adaptus. While, Adaptus did create triple changers, he only did so to see if it was even possible to give a Cybertronian three forms. He did not create them as/to be demi gods. Seeing how fixated Adaptusians were, Adaptus stopped creating triple changers so frequently.

Adaptusians realized this and thought Adaptus was mad at them. Some then thought that perhaps triple changers stole a third mode from Adaptus. Wrongfully angry, some Adaptusians murdered triple changers and sacrificed some to Adaptus. Adaptus was furious and upset. Mortilus sees this and creates red scraplets. He sent the red scraplets to destroy the Adaptusians who dared to kill to Adaptus's creations.

Adaptus sees this and tells the Adaptusians who were against the idea of killing triple changers to avoid the red scraplets. After the red scraplets disappeared, all that was left was the Adaptusians that Adaptus warned. Those Adaptusians thanked Adaptus and told Adaptus that they would keep both triple changers and red scraplings safe.

[tl;dr Adapts creates triple changers, some Adaptusians try to kill them, Mortilus creates red scraplings, red scarplings kill/eat those Adaptusians.]

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Red Scraplets

Red scraplets were created by Mortilus for Adaptus. Red scraplets can take any shape they want to. They will have their own post.

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Functionism and Triple Changers

(content warning, I'm talking about functionism. This has elements that might make some readers uncomfortable)

Triple changers confused Functionists when the caste system existed. Triple changers have 'opposite' alt modes. One flight mode, one ground mode, Soundless being the exception.

All triple changers are only forged due to the fact that Cybertronians haven't be able to figure out how a triple changer works. Thus they are not able to cold construct triple changers. Note, Soundless was cloned and was not cold constructed nor forged.

Since the Functionists couldn't figure out what to do with them, they chose one of the triple changers' alt mode and made them do work aligned with the chosen alt mode.

[tl;dr Triple changers confuse Functionists, triple changers cannot be cold constructed, Functionists chose one of their alt modes to use]

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They are huge!

Triple Changers are big, twice times a regular mechs size at the minimum. While some of their alt mode share parts, some parts aren't shared. They also can fit regular sized bots inside their alt mode. That being said, they also shift their mass aka mass shift. This allows them to triple their size.

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Ask questions if you want!

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