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sigmatiqvevo · 3 years

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I saw you doing an ask meme so of course I had to run over here and obnoxiously ask stuff. So for Tomma: What is his smile like? Also how does he perceive himself? And for Ana: What is the first physical feature people notice? And how does she perceive herself?

cries loudly your asks are welcome and appreciated you big bird i'll go ahead and tag this with #long post so that if I accidentally fuckin delete my acc again (like the dumbass i am), the read more option won't lead to an empty void.

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For Tomma:

👄 What is your OC’s smile like? Is it bright and wide, or thin and reserved? Does your OC wear any lipgloss or lipstick? Do they chew their lips?

His smile specifically is small and subtle, but you can tell if it's genuine by the way his eyes squint a bit, more specifically him letting the corners of his lips push up in the way that his lower eyelids go up, if u know what I mean. It can be bright and sweet, but you can quickly discern if it's fake by the fact his eyes don't squint when he's not genuine.

As a side note, no lipstick. And he does sometimes, albeit rarely, chew his lips, in high stress situations. He's more likely to chew the insides of his cheeks than his lips though.

🪞 How does your OC perceive themself? Do they believe themself to be attractive, unattractive, or average? Does their view of themself affect their self-esteem, or are they unbothered by their physical appearance? (If your OC does have things they’re confident or insecure about, what are they?)

He doesn't think that much on his appearance, his mask usually aiding him in hiding his face. But if he had to stare in a mirror and put a label on it, he'd just say he's... average, save for the half burned face. But he doesn't pay that much mind to it, and he honestly couldn't care less how others perceive him.

The mask is there purely for identity concealment, just as a side note.

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For Anna:

👀 What is the first physical feature people notice when they see your OC? Why?

Does height count? Because she's fucking short, especially when sitting side by side or in a line/near her colleagues (with her being 5'3-5'4 and everyone else nearing the realm of 6'). If not, there isn't much to notice about her if you saw her out in the field, as she dons the full outfit of the ncr vet ranger, including the helmet, effectively hiding every bit of her appearance.

However, on rare occasions, if you saw her in normal clothes moseying around in Diamond City, you would be drawn to a few of her features, depending on where you look/how close you are. Some of them are:

her metal/prosthetic arm (from any distance)

her uncharacteristically deep blue eyes akin to pre war oceans (if you're close enough)

her already white skin filled with even whiter spots and marks (vitiligo, if you're hella close enough)

her fucking muscles if she's sleeveless (that will deter you from making fun of her height)

The most "out there" feature would be her metal arm as it is extremely polished and matte in texture, as to not shine and drag unwanted attention from people that aren't specifically looking at her. It would really come into view the second you focus on her, say you're looking for her in a crowd, you walk into her or you go up to her to talk about something, maybe friendly chatter maybe help with directions.

If you do not find her threatening (which at first, given her height, you won't) while she's attempting to, you know, threaten you, she will fucking suplex you. Or show you exactly why she has the kinda muscles she does. Side note: it's because her main weapon is a fucking minigun and she carries it with her everywhere.

Attractive wise she sees herself as average. Uncaring for most "oh am I pretty enough" mindsets as she usually either deals in diplomacy or bullets. Her ego cares not for whether someone sees her as beautiful or not either. That thing directly scales off of her ability to send you to the moon or not with a one way throw.

#anna tbh #tomma tbh #i need to reblog more tomma stuff #this is the first tomma tbh post #cries #wolf talk #long post

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akindofmagictoo · 3 years

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if someone was to (hypothetically) draw Isi and Robin, do you have a description of their appearance they can reference, like their basic appearance and clothing and idk what else. hypothetically, of course

hello anon!

🥺 I would love if someone were to hypothetically do that! that would be so cool! hypothetically. obviously.

I do not have a post or anything with an appearance description, because my character introductions are chilling in my drafts somewhere. I have also been having problems actually /writing in/ descriptions of them (which will be a second draft problem, methinks)... BUT I definitely can give you a description. for this hypothetical plan.

Isi:

Isi is 22 and 6′3″, and buff and muscular. she’s white, but her skin tone borders on olive, not like super pale. she has vitiligo and wavy dark brown hair. if she’s in uniform, her hair is in a braid crown. if she isn’t, she will sometimes do other braided styles, something that keeps it off her face. her eyes are brown. she has two earring studs in her right ear (in the cartilage... i think it’s called a helix piercing? yes, that.)

oh also: a thing I learned about vitiligo that I think is very cool is that sometimes your hair turns white I think. so I have been toying with the idea of Isi having a white patch of hair at her hairline because of it

her out of uniform clothing is pretty simple: a loose blue shirt, medieval style potentially w/ like the criss-cross laced neck + dark trousers, sword belt and solid leather boots (which were formerly her uniform boots).

Robin:

Robin is 17 and 5′9″ (so about half a head shorter than Isi), and he’s much more slim in build. he has dark brown skin (he’s Black) and short dark coily hair. his eyes are also brown. he has magical markings on his hands. when he’s not doing magic and not hiding them, they’re sort of sooty and cover his hands up to just above his thumbs. a bit like the image that I will put under the cut, though maybe a bit more grey than black? I’ve also described them as like a thin film of charcoal. the idea is they sort of look like they’ve been burned somehow; the edge isn’t solid and just kinda fades back into his regular skin tone. if he is doing magic it’s like thin threads of purple light (sort of under his skin) that spread down his hands and sometimes up his arms for bigger spells.

Robin dresses similarly to Isi at this point (ie: plainly), though he wears a red shirt. he carries a recurve bow and arrows (sometimes). he carries a cane (in his left hand) and can’t properly bend his right knee.

both of them at the start of the story have royal uniform that they wear, but that might be a bit more complicated since, especially for Isi, it often includes armour. but if you would like to know, feel free to send me another ask :)

this has also reminded me that I need to update some of the picrews I’ve done, so I’m going to go do that now. (perhaps I will post them)

I hope this was helpful. and again, hypothetically, 🥺 THANK YOU

#wip dragonsong #dragonsong isi #dragonsong robin #zoe answers asks

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timefirewrites · 3 years

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COMIC SANS INTRO

Taglist (ask to be added/removed): @black-lakritz-dragon @marewriteblr @spacetimewraithwrites @emmaschoutenwrites

ID under the cut would’ve prefered to put it here, but the post is already super long, sorry

[ID: thirteen google presentation slides, all written in the font comic sans, black text on a white background.

1. Title: “Gay Space Pirates", subtitle: “thats it thats the story”

2. Title: “What.” Text:

Okay so, everyone is queer

Literally, there’s not a single cishet character in this story

I’m not sorry <3

Most of the cast are non-humans, but the ones that aren’t are super diverse

Transfem muslim gal, intersex nerd with vitiligo, nonbinary overweight dumbass, I’ve got them all

There are also some disabled and mute characters

Oh, also they’re all neurodivergent because I said so

3. Title: “Setting!”, Text:

So, humans discovered aliens are real

and joined their Intergalactic Union

(which is definitely not evil)

That happened about 300 years ago and humans are now vibing all over the galaxy

Sounds great, right?

Well, for most humans, sure, but the ones who had to stay behind on Earth because they couldn’t afford space travel don’t like it as much

The situation on Earth is kind of shitty, and some people want to leave

4. Title: “pLoT??”, Text:

Neb is one of those people

They got an amazing plan to “borrow” a spaceship and never look back

Problem: Neb didn’t account for a robot to suddenly accompany them

The plan kind of fails real bad, but in the end the two escape from Earth

And immediately get picked up by space pirates

Fortunately, they don’t get killed

Because those pirates could really use an extra pair of hands or two, for their biggest mission yet

Which is retrieving a weapon apparently powerful enough to destroy the universe before someone else does

Nobody knows what it actually looks like though

5. Title: “Neb”, Text:

Nonbinary, aro and ace (they/them)

overweight

has idiopathic hypersomnia (basically means they sleep a lot)

also chronic migraines

pretty impulsive and says what they think

has a hard time trusting others

dreamt of going to space for as long as they can remember

On the right side of this slide is a picrew image, showing a person with brown skin, dark brown eyes and black, curly hair. They’re wearing a red bandana as well as a torn yeans jacket and have multiple scars on their skin. The background is the nonbinary flag.

6. Title: “Ahdia”, Text:

Transfem, bigender and pan (she/they)

mute

mechanic of the ship and the only one with a sense for fashion

happy go lucky and just overall fun to be around

pretty laid back, but would absolutely hunt you down if you hurt one of her friends

proud holder of the single brain cell this crew has

On the right side is an image as well, it shows a woman with fairer, but still brownish skin and brown eyes wearing a black hijab and a long-sleeved light blue shirt with clouds on it. The background is the trans flag.

7. Title: “Cap”, Text:

intersex, queer (they/them)

First time they show up, they’re holding a soda and pizza

likes organization in theory

wants to appear like a badass, but is too chaotic for that

needs to wear glasses, but doesn’t bother

Captain of the crew that picks Neb up

certified mess

Again, an image of the right shows a person, this time with dark brown skin and vitiligo, dark brown eyes and long, black dread-locks. They have some silver piercings in their ears and wear a dark purple hoodie. The background is the rainbow flag with the brown stripes on top.

The next three slides feature two columns each, each with an own title.

Title: “Com”, Text:

AI of the ship

shy and nervous mess

wants to visit all kinds of planets

loves taking care of plants

panromantic and ace

uses she/her, but doesn’t really care about gender

spends most of her time watching trashy romance movies

Title: “Coal”, Text:

The robot Neb befriended

Realized they were self-aware not even a day ago and already got anxiety

easily overwhelmed by everything

Has no idea what to do with themself

they/them

someone tells them knitting is a thing and they never do anything else ever again

Title: “Laser”, Text:

genderfluid, uses he/him or she/her

weapon specialist and tired of it

suffers from chronic neurogenic pain

speaks in a very monotone voice

writes poetry, but nobody is allowed to read it

canonically wears crocs

Title: “Lifo”, Text:

gender? no thanks (uses fel/fels pronouns)

tiny, but deadly

lost an arm and half a leg and replaced them with robotic parts (same for fels spine)

usually very loud, but can be completely silent if fel wants

cook of the ship

loves collecting trinkets

Title: “Nova”, Text:

He’s absolutely enormous, huge, colossal and every other synonym for really big you can think of

looks like he can kill you, is actually a cinnamon roll

licensed medic and mom friend of the crew

I lied when I said Ahida is the only one with a brain cell, Nova knows what he’s doing too

loves painting

Title: “Mer”, Text:

Don’t tell anyone I said this, but Mer is my favorite

if the name wasn’t clear enough, his species is aquatic

he’s beauty, he’s grace, he’ll punch you in the face

killed a man and will do so again

don’t cross him, he will get his revenge and you will regret your actions

seems like he has everything under control, but really doesn’t

11. Title: “some of my favorite lines”, Text (in no particular order):

“What’s up with your display?” Their voice sounded more steady now, which was good.

“I do not understand.” Their voice on the other hand just sounded confused.

“Oh, right. You probably can’t see it. You’re currently displaying an error message. Which just reads ‘error’. Not very helpful.”

“Fuck. I didn’t deactivate it.”

“We could just go in and race to the top.”

“What? No. Why would we do that? We can’t afford to get caught, we need to make a plan, Coal.”

“You said you wanted an adventure. Plus, I do not think we could create a plan, seeing as we know next to nothing about its defence and security.”

They said that because of them? They were just rambling earlier, not really thinking about it, just talking to fill the silence.

“Okay. But if anything goes wrong, it’ll be your fault.”

“Uh, I don’t think so? Better not touch it, though.” As Lifo said that, Cap could see fel fighting against the desire to do just that. At least Com would be happy.

Chapter 13 - they did surgery on a grape Neb

“Oh. I’m the ship. Nice to meet you?”

Whatever the hell was going on, they didn’t sign up for this.

“I am fine.” Perfectly fine. Mhm.

Coal nodded, then just stood around?

"You're outnumbered now! Coal agreed to watch Love On A Foreign Planet with me. So, uh, get moving, Fishsticks."

They settled on two things they were pretty sure were edible: a soda labeled “SpacePop: the best soda in the universe” with a “multiple sunsets on Madoras” flavor and some leftover pizza. (They were pretty sure Madoras didn’t exist, they never heard of that planet before. Maybe they shouldn’t drink that soda after all.)

“I’m Laser, my gender is a burning trash can and my pronouns depend entirely on the mercy of the universe.”

12. Title: “Homegrown memes”, this slide is filled with six different memes.

A windows error message, but the title and text is just screaming. The two options are “AAA” or “AAA”. It’s labeled “Coal”.

A photo of two people in wedding clothes. They’re labeled “Laser and Lifo”, in the background is a person falling from the sky, labeled “Com”.

Spiderman (labeled “Mer”) is holding a screen labeled “dealing with a breakup like a normal person”, in the next frame that screen is being thrown away as spiderman looks at a pc being held by someone else labeled as “commiting murder”.

A person is being kicked into a lake by someone else. They’re labeled “Coal trying to figure out what to do now that they’re self-aware”. The person kicking them is labeled “the plot”.

The “is this a pigeon” meme, but the guy is labeled as “Cap”, the butterfly as “wearing a hoodie and truly horrendous shorts” and the caption now says “is this formal dress attire?”.

The last meme is a chart, with five rows and two columns.

Row 1: Regularly says fuck: Coal, Lifo

Row 2: has sworn of saying fuck, but said it at some point: Cap, Neb

Row 3: has not said fuck before, but can if so desired: Laser, Ahdia, Mer

Row 4: has not said fuck before and refuses to say it: Com, Nova

Row 5: legally cannot say fuck: also Coal

13. This slide is an image of Earth as seen from space. Above it white text reads “the End”. /end ID]

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nerdpiggy · 4 years

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Tell us about your ocs!! I'm genuinely curios bc of the tags

[ID: Meme of Hatsune Miku smiling. Top text reads "Thanks for sending me a message". Bottom text reads "You're very cute and I will be replying to you".]

Robin "Robbie" Fuller: The character i play in a DND campaign.

they/them pronouns. they're nonbinary and asexual and don't care to label their romantic attraction.

They're 22 years old and 5'9" (175cm)

Their birthday is November 12th. they're a scorpio

They started off as a Mundane MOTW character and they're now a level 7 warlock in DND. They're a human

They live in a small coastal town in massachusetts called Holyoak and they go to the local college to learn culinary. They live in a single dorm and they have a cute widdle black cat named Chickadee

One day (for various reasons) their life was flip-turned upside down with discovering the existence of monsters, portals, different dimensions, and rifts in spacetime

One of the reasons for them discovering all of this was them meeting a man named Thomas who's a human from a different dimension called the Palisades. He's a well-known Judge over there. (Thomas is @bevtastic 's character)

Robbie gets an offer to join the Interdimensional Defence Agency (IDA), says fuck it and accepts, and Robbie and Thomas stay friends by virtue of their similar jobs.

Robbie is tasked to go to a different dimension (A half-medieval half-wild west desert town called Argyle) to stop a threat that was growing there. Threat turned out to be a massive mind-controlling dragon who wanted revenge for the rest of her dragon species that were killed off by medieval "heroes". Robbie was not cut out for this as their first job. They (with help) subdue the dragon eventually but not before she burned down multiple towns including Argyle to a crisp. Robbie feels very bad about this.

Robbie, Thomas, and the rest of the party receive a mysterious letter leading them to an old abandoned mansion in Holyoak and get roped into a rescue mission to save Thomas's old friend Percy who has apparently been bodysnatched by a bad guy and trapped somewhere for what felt like thousands of years. This is the arc where we switched from Monster of the Week to DND, and Robbie gets connected to a nature deity Adelaide through a purple necklace. They also get a familiar, who is an owl with pitch-black feathers and glowing yellow pupilless eyes that Robbie named Mr. Muffins.

Robbie and Thomas become very good friends :)

Thomas dies.

Robbie goes to the Palisades to find out what happened to him. Turns out he wanted to reveal the secret of interdimensional travel to the public and work to make it open, free, and safe. The people in charge did not allow him to do this by legal means so he aimed to do it illegally, which was when he was murdered by a group of bandits.

On top of that, one of the main reasons why he wanted to reveal the different dimensions is because there is a HUGE interdimensional threat coming our way, and we need to act on it if we want to live.

Percy finds Robbie and asks them to help with this threat, who apparently is a singular person named Siris that has been locked in a prison for thousands of years and somehow got out. Robbie doesn't have much of a choice and accepts.

In the Palisades, there are monsters called Behemoths. they emerge from people who get bitten by a behemoth or who touch the black tar-like substance that runs like rivers in certain areas of the Palisades. During a battle, Robbie gets bitten by a Behemoth, and now they're a candidate for Behemism (aka turning into big giant monster syndrome).

Because Robbie has Behemism and Siris is part of the reason for Behemism existing, they're mind roommates now. Robbie and Siris do not get along very well.

There's more to Robbie but this is their main backstory!!!

[ID: a drawing of Robbie holding a chrysanthemum. They have short pink curly hair, and they're wearing a yellow floral button-up and a purple necklace. They have bandages on their freckled face and they're looking down at the chrysanthemum with a neutral expression.]

Emile Azarel: A character i play in a different campaign that does MOTW.

He/him pronouns, he's trans, demisexual, and demiromantic.

He's 19 and he's 5'3

He doesn't know his actual birthday but the day he celebrates is January 23rd

His MOTW class is The Expert. He's a fire genasi

He was born in central Russia but he doesn't know his parents well because when he was ~8 months old there was a big monster attack that unfortunately killed his parents. A monster hunter named Avery Azarel found Emile, took him in and raised him.

Emile learned to hunt monsters with Avery and the two traveled around together as monster hunters.

Eventually Emile wished to have a solid place to live rather than constantly traveling, because he wanted friends. He found a town in the pacific northwest called Salmon Peak that had everything he wanted: Russian culture, a fairly small easy-to-get-around layout, and some very weird mysteries going on. (Just because Emile wanted to settle didnt mean he wanted to stop monster hunting!)

He moved to Salmon Peak and has met a bunch of new friends! He's also learning more and more about the town, which is turning out to be somehow even weirder than he expected.

Emile is a very sweet, polite boy, but considering the fact that he's only ever been around one person mainly for his entire life, he has a bit of a ways to go when it comes to interacting with people. The monster hunting life means that when there's a monster, you kill it and that usually solves all your problems. Emile has transferred this logic to people as well (if they're a monster, kill em!) and he's learning through friend influence that maybe human lives are a bit more sacred than that.

His favorite color is blue because he loves the sky!

A lot of people underestimate his skills because he's little and looks very young, but he is a very good monster hunter. Because of Avery (the best monster hunter in the biz), his last name has a bit of a reputation.

Emile is blind, autistic, and has vitiligo!

I have much more planned for Emile but I can't say it here because it is MAJOR spoilers!

[ID: a drawing of Emile walking forward. He is wearing a blue shirt with stars on it, blue jeans, a fluffy white jacket, a belt with a star on it, star earrings, a moon necklace, and black shoes. His blue hair is swaying behind him and he's holding a white cane with a red tip. He's smiling slightly.]

Avery Azarel: Emile's parent! I've not played them as a character yet but I've made a character sheet for them.

they/them pronouns. They're agender, aromantic, and pansexual

their age is (???) and their height is 5'7

they have a birthday but nobody knows when it is

Their MOTW class is The Chosen. they appear human

They're widely considered the best monster hunter in the biz. Their name is well-known and they're requested for help all around the world

Because of this, they're constantly traveling and having a house would not make sense. They just pack their things, stay at motels/hotels/etc., camp in the woods and move around to wherever people need them.

Since they've been pretty much everywhere, they always seem to know at least one person from each town. They never seem to get too close to anyone, though

They are fluent in many different languages!

In the past they were paired up with another monster hunter and they made a great duo. That was a couple decades ago; they go solo now.

Years ago, an unexpected and incredibly destructive monster rampaged a small town in Central Russia. Avery came as fast as they could (they were nearby in the area) but they still couldn't finish off the beast before it tore the whole town to shreds. Dozens of homes were crushed, but surprisingly most people survived, with the exception of a couple of people who died under the rubble. Avery felt awful (this was their biggest failure in a while), and as they were searching through the rubble for any more casualties they found little baby Emile, miraculously unscathed. They took him in and raised him from then on.

Nobody, not even Emile, knows very many details about Avery's childhood, their family, their age, or really any information about them. (Emile has been trying to figure out Avery's birthday for AGES so they can celebrate, but Avery has refused to budge)

Their main weapon is 2 pairs of bolas! those are those chains with 2 balls on either end, usually made to be thrown at people's legs to restrain and trip them. they use the bolas both as restraining tools and as their main weapon, because i think weapons where you spin them really fast in front of you are cool

There's a scar over their left eye; whenever someone asks how they got it they always spin a different elaborate tale of an epic monster battle. Nobody knows which (if any) is the true story

there is a WHOLE LOT that I am leaving out if you couldn't tell. There's a huge chunk of their past that I'm leaving out because it's all a big bundle of spoilers. Someday I will be able to elaborate more on Avery!

[ID: a picrew made by djarn of Avery. They're smiling, their head is tilted slightly, and there's a scar over their left eye. Their hair is tied half-up half-down. They're wearing a black shirt with "òwó" on it and a blue jacket with an aromantic flag pin and a pansexual flag pin. the background is an agender flag.]

These are my main OC's! I have more (Orion, Nottwyrm, "Noodlearms", etc.) but these 3 are the main ones that I post about. :3 thank u for asking!!!

If you have any questions about any of my characters I always welcome asks!!! 💖

#oc robbie fuller #oc emile azarel #oc avery azarel #pinned post #i have never used a read more before and idk if i did it right #GOD i hope it works #if it doesn't im so sorry #thank u so much for asking !!!

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mysticmysterywrites-blog · 5 years

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Prompt #2

Got an uhh.. Aasimar and Tiefling I would like to play, should anyone indulge me. I've had their characters for a while, but this is the first time I've played them dnd Verse. Looking very specifically for female characters here.

Lupa is a Fallen Aasimar, though she's true neutral by nature. She has beautiful eyes that look like literal ruby's, with curly hair cut braided tightly on one side, and left loose and fluffy on the other. It does, in fact, glow. She's well muscled, but in an absolutely elegant and graceful sort of way. Has bronze skin, with bright red freckles that glow and burn under her skin. She has patches of Vitiligo on her back, that flush out against her shoulder blades. She's so tall! so tall, like 6'3, 6'4. She's an uhhhh Pyromancer Sorcerer. Comes off as very stoic, though quickly shows herself to be a gremlin. Tends not to take things so seriously, even if it seems like she does otherwise.

Comparatively, Ambrosia is a short tiefling, with large ram horns that curl thickly outward, and, not unlike her companion, large curly hair. It sort of, flows and floats through the air, as though she's underwater. The hair is a mix of pinks and white shades, and her skin looks marbled in nature. She also has those sweet hooved feet, and has a soft bit of fluff at the end of a thin tail. She's stocky, with a bit more muscle to her. Stands maybe about 5'4? She's a Brute Fighter, who specializes in Battle Axe and War Hammers, though can strike up a mean duel when convinced correctly. She's very joyful, a Neutral Good. Comes off as being a bit more gentle then she is, though has a soft spot for children and ppl who aren't too good at standing up for themselves.

The two of them are working through some things right now. Working through some FEELINGS. But its fine, its okay. They can be GAY on MAIN.

The plot idea I had for this is that your character is either apart of or hosting some kinda Gala, while my characters are in charge of distracting yours while the third member of their party goes through and grabs what they need from this house. Your character can genuinely be the host, or maybe someone that was invited (or ALSO came to the party for some underhanded means). Trust me they're dumb and gay and don't have the internet the possibility of them slipping up is obnoxiously high. (Guilty pleasure of mine, but also could possibly be the eldest daughter of some old nobility that gets charmed by the two of them and swept away? You know how it be sometimes!!) Or maybe your character is the young child of nobility, who's kind of forgotten about by their parents? Smth like that.

I'm good with NSFW scenes if you are, given the character and roleplayer is 18+. Actually, I like nothing more then the idea of them being pulled off into a library or bed/bath to distract your character, and then some. Might have to deal with two clueless lesbians too, but thats fine. However, we don't gotta. I just as much like the idea of getting into some dergeounds and dragons shenanigans. Some polyam shenams.

It was a simple job, all things considered.

Getting into the gala was easy. The twins mother had the connections they needed, knew how to sweet talk and sugar coat her words. An invite was all but assured through that woman. While they knew not the layout of the place, they practically had all night. These gala's could run for /hours/, an unending run around.

On paper, it was easy. Which meant that there was always something outside the plans that would throw a wrench in it.

Get in, get the papers, get out.

It should be easy.

Lupa felt absolutely gorgeous right now.

Of course, that wasn't to say she didn't normally think she was beautiful. No, no. That was nothing more then a statement of fact, a favor that came with heritage and luck, and confidence that come in knowing both of these things. But there was a difference between KNOWING her own looks, and feeling as though she'd just been dipped in liquid gold.

They'd worked her hair for hours. It was the thing she noticed first and foremost. It's pulled up tight against her head, ornaments and beads strung through to create a colored, gentle glow. It takes a moment of picking for her to notice that they'd picked specifically glass beads, and she rolls them around in her fingers as though testing their limits time and time again. Its a hairstyle she normally does not have, and one she thinks she won't keep once it falls out of place. But for now, it looks.. good. Tight on the head, but good nonetheless.

They'd done well on her make up. The red hues looked good against bronze, and she thinks that maybe they'd maybe bought the dress specifically for her. It fits against her form, one arm hidden under sleeve, the other framed by precious metal and gem. The sleeve leads down her arm, and stops just over the back of her hand. Theres a pattern on it that she thinks, with her brief knowledge of embroidery, must have taken hours to complete.

However beautiful she feels, however, is nothing compared to how beautiful Ambrosia looks.

She's talking to one of the twins- Kimon, when she steps into view, saying something akin to the words, "Remember, the party is centered around the garden, so if you want to have the most luck getting in and out then.." When she glances and happens upon the tieflings form.

They've left her hair loose in all its glory. The streaks of pink flurry through the clouds of white, and her hair floats high around her head as she steps closer. They went with light makeup - A good call, if you asked her. The woman looked fine on her own, none needed. Thales must have gone out of his way to decorate her horns, because the ornaments on it are new, tight to the bone and unblemished by fight and time. Her dress is nothing akin to hers. Shades of silver and blue shimmer and shimmy with every step. It falls to her knee's, though the top of it wraps around her chest tight enough to keep itself in place. The gemstones she wears catch the dimmed light from the windows, lighting her skin with shadows of color.

However, the prettiest thing has to be the expression on her face. There's this grin on her face that covers half of it, and Lupa remembers that she didn't have much like this. Not normally, anyway. She looks as though being dipped in make-up and cloth has changed her life, and though she still has calloused hands and sharp muscles from heaving weaponry around, she thinks that maybe it would feel weird seeing her without it. (She wants nothing more, she thinks, then to give her this everyday. She doesn't understand it, but this is the happiest she's seen the woman in weeks.)

"Oh!" Ambrosia says, like she's just as startled to see her, "Lupa you look..."

Lupa nods, "I'm aware," Monotoned. She's not one to take compliments when she already knows them to be true. Ambrosia startles, though after a moment laughs. She continues, however, "You look.. Spectacular. You're going to steal the show away, at this rate."

".. Me?" She blinks, pulls at one of her bracelets. Lupa doesn't dignify that with a reply, and the man next to her snorts into his hand. She almost stomps on his toes in turn.

"Come on. I was just going over this plan with Kimon. We might as well rehash it again now that you're here."

The manner is large, and to a degree unnerving to stare up at.

The twins came from money. It was an undeniable fact. It was old money, inherited from a father they'd no longer knew nor supposedly remembered, and carefully monitored through their mother. But Money was money, she supposed. Despite this, they lived modestly for their wealth. Their mother lived in a house big enough for herself and her sons, big enough to house multiple guests and then some. Big enough to be spacious, and certainly bigger then the average living space. But they'd not been spoiled with servant, and that space got used well with the sort of generosity that had come with time and well knowing experience.

The same could not be said for this manner, she feels.

Her heels click against a smooth, gracious surface, and she can't help but feel even marginally intimidated by the sight. She wonders, for a moment, how many of the rooms get consistent use. Even the outside of the building looks as though it was simply dressed up for the Occassion. The lights that shine and glow on it color its white washed walls in vivid shades of rainbow, dancing and glimmering in her peripherals. She can place a name to the spell with little issue - Dancing Lights, one she'd become more then familiar with thanks to their bards cantrips.

"Lupa,"

She feels the woman next to her shift closer, and when she glances to meet her eyes, she finds them gazing up to the buildings with wide amazement. And in that moment, she cares not about how pretentious it seems anymore.

The party, of course, is about as dry as she'd expected.

It's mostly rich people with far too much time on their hands, using the excuse of drinking and small talk to attempt to sell their goods or make new connections. Most of the dancing are the same, or similar enough in nature that they follow a pattern in time to the tune. If theres anything she's learned in her travels, theres no party like a bunch of drunken sailors singing at the top of their lungs. She likes to think that most here would have a heart attack at the sheer idea of someone heaving themselves onto a table to dance.

But Ambrosia has spent the last hour falling from person to person on the dance floor, and though she came in supposedly not knowing but one of the dances, she's managed to pick up on four by now. She's always been quite good at that. Maybe that could use that to their advantage at some point... She catches the other woman's gaze, and theres a moment that passes between the two of them that almost rings with.. confusion? A silent question, one of which she does well not to answer. And in doing so, turns her gaze away from the other.

Next she knows, she see's a glass shoved in her face, champaign bubbles popping on skin. "Drink," The woman tells her, raising an eyebrow to her as she does, "Here I thought I was the nervous one. You look as though you know The Raven Queen herself is going to come and collect the souls of everyone in this room," Ambrosia laughs at her own joke, and it's as light as the air in the room.

"... Sorry," Though she takes the glass, she does not drink from it. It wouldn't do her much good--- It takes far more to get her tipsy then a glass of rich-man's liquor.

Ambrosia reaches past her to grab one of the premade plates, tail lashing behind her as she picks from the bunch. Excitement? "Are you just going to stand here all night?" She asks. Maybe irritation...

Lupa takes a moment to consider it, "I need to keep an eye out for our hosts," She says, and she knows its an excuse, "If they come in and we manage to miss them-" She has to take a look around to make sure theres no one around, "Kimon and Thales might get caught. Neither of us can risk that, Ambrosia." The tiefling stares. The pause in long enough that she feels the need to add- "Besides, These events have never been much fun for me. I can't find any enjoyment in an event thats business masked as pleasure," She says, purses her lips, "Go have fun, Ambrosia. I'll be over here."

"But I was hoping you'd--" Frustration reads over the tieflings face, and she cannot for the life of her figure out why. Definitely irritation then. So instead, she looks down to the glass, and avoids the woman's gaze. "Yeah. Okay. I won't be too far away, so if anything comes up..."

There's no polite way to tell her that she'd be watching, of course. So instead, she says, "Enjoy your dance," And learns back on the table to go back to observing.

Kimon settles on stage and begins to play about midway through the show, the tabaxi man next to him giving him an odd look as he does so. But the sound of his fiddle is a welcomed familiarity, and she finds herself falling into step to the song.

Odd, she thinks. That wasn't part of the plan. But they exchange a glance, a nod, and she decides that what she's feeling at the moment is absolutely not panic.

At first, she see's her out of the corner of her eye.

Ambrosia had, at the time, rushed off to entertain the two nobility that were running the party. That had always been more her thing- the woman was well read, and she was by no means shy to touch and magic. She made for a compelling distraction, if not an overall compelling person. She'd be wholey surprised if she'd not had one of the two nobles head over heels for her by the end of the night. Or, she supposed, that could perhaps be a bit of projection on her end. Still. She notices her because.. well, she's beautiful. It's the type of abstract beauty that she associates with wealth, sure. And while it takes her a moment to realize that, perhaps that's also as she appears tonight (she cannot hide the scars on her hands that come from years of magic use, not the callous on her heels from travel. But she knows, beyond that, she must look one in the same. ) Its... a level of beauty nonetheless.

She raises an eyebrow to the woman, who'd been carefully seated on the edge of the window. The architecture was gorgeous. The doors and windows to the ballroom had been opened or cleared, letting the nights breeze blow in and revealing the all too picturesc view of the gardens to the inside world. Lights hover and glow about the walking paths, though the ones in the distance seem to be slowly beginning to fade or die. Almost as though telling the guests that it was almost time to leave. She makes not to herself to leave through the back, this time around.

"You look like your having fun," She says, carefully. She imagines her tone both gives away too much and not enough. Whether or not this is reality misses her, though after a moment she does feel as though she might be making this woman uncomfortable. Or maybe it was simply that she felt uncomfortable. Hm. She's not unaware of what she looks, however. In the end, it works to her advantage.

"Would you like some?" She offers, holding at the end of her plate, "I got some for my companion, but it seems like she's ah... Gotten distracted," she nods over to the woman in question, who seems to be entertaining the couple with a careful display of magic that comes with her heritage.

#Cherubplay #Lupa #Original Character #Dungeon and Dragons au

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Family Fun 6

Hello everyone, Lightningnose again! Time to have some fun! I’m going to add a few more detailed challenges. Feel free to write a mini one shot or two revolving around this concept! We can even make mini one shots a part of Family Fun, if you want!

Dams: Ravencloud and her half-sister (they share a father but not a mother), Mudfang.

Sires: -Ravencloud, who is in WindClan, is mates with Asphodelfur, but shortly before becoming mates with him she also mated with Jayheart of RiverClan, Linnetface of ThunderClan, and Boulderheart of ShadowClan. -Mudfang, who is also in WindClan, has Kits with Magpietail, WindClan Deputy. They are not mates.

Extra Challenges:

Genetic Challenges:

-Ravencloud ends up having one Kit by Asphodelfur, one by Jayheart, two by Linnetface, and one by Boulderheart.

-None of Mudfang’s offspring by Magpietail may have either -fang or -tail as a suffix. One must have the prefix of Kite-.

Writing Challenges:

-The toms from the other Clans that Ravencloud mated with all join WindClan! Why? Do they know there’s a chance they might be sire of some of her Kits? How do they react? How do Ravencloud, Asphodelfur, and the offspring react?

-Mudfang, mischievous as ever and also very attracted to those in a position of power, decides to have another litter.

Unfortunately for her, Magpietail has been disgracefully removed from his post. She definitely wants nothing to do with him.

She decides to attempt to have a litter of Kits with at least one Leader, at least one Deputy, and at least one Medicine Cat donating some genes. She only wants powerful cats in authority donating genes, in hopes that her offspring might attain such power.

Does she succeed? What kind of litter of seven does Mudfang produce?

Bonus: Why is Mudfang so obsessed with cats in positions of power, and why is she not in a position of power herself?

Hey there and welcome to Family Fun! It took so long! I am so sorry!!!

I hope you guys like this because I’ve spent a lot of time in them! I also really like your idea, Lightingnose. I would love to write some short one shots about these characters and I sure would love giving some writing promts for everyone to use! Let me know what you guys think.

Well, let’s get to it!

I’ll start writing down every character’s name and their genetics:

The sisters:

-Mudfang: XoXoAaBBCCDdMcmcssLL. Small brown mackerel tabby molly. Short fur. Green eyes.

-Ravencloud: XoXoaaBBCcsDdMcmcssLL. Small Black molly. Short fur. Green eyes.

The sires:

-Magpietail: XoYaaBBCCDdMcmcSpspSsLL. Black tuxedo tom with a very scarred muzzle. Short fur. Yellow eyes.

-Asphodelfur: XOYAaBbCCddmcmcSsll. Classic light cream tabby tom with white patches of fur on his muzzle and chest. Long fur. Green eyes.

-Jayheart: XoYAabbCcsddmcmcssll. Classic lilac tabby tom, he has a deep scar in one of his back legs that makes him limp. Long fur. Light yellow eyes.

-Linnetface: XoYAaBBCCDdMcmcssLL. Beautiful mackerel grayish brown molly. Short fur. Dark green eyes.

-Boulderheart: XoYaaBBCCddMcMcSsLl. Huge extremely scarred solid gray tom with white patches on his head, chest and belly. Short fur. Blue eyes.

-Mintstorm (invented by me to be used in Mudfang’s challenge): XoYaaBBddMcmcSsll. Skinny blue tom with a cap and saddle white fur pattern. Long fur. Blue eyes.

-Rosestar (invented by me to be used in Mudfang’s challenge): XOYAaBBddMcmcSsll. Mitted big mackerel light cream tom. Long fur. Green eyes.

-Mottleleaf (invented by me to be used in Mudfang’s challenge): XOYAABBDDMcMcSpSpssLL. Red spotted tabby tom with vitiligo. Short fur. Yellow eyes.

Offspring:

--Mudfang x Magpietail

·Kiteclaw: XoXoAaBBDdMcMcSpspssLL. Black spotted molly. She has multiple battle scars and is missing one of her ears. Short fur. Copper eyes.

·Batwhisker: XoYaaBBDdMcMcSsLL. Tiny black tom with white paws and tail tip. Short fur. Yellow eyes.

--Mudfang x Mintstorm/Rosestar

·Bramblingfoot: XOXoaaBBDdMcMcSsLl. Black solid tortie molly. Has a nose scar. Short fur. Green eyes.

·Pigeonstep: XOXoaaBBddmcmcssLl. Mostly gray tortie molly. Has a short tail. Short fur. Yellow eyes.

·Cuckoopelt: XoYAaBBddMcmcssLl. Classic blue tom. Short fur. Copper eyes.

·Falconstream: XoXoAaBBddMcmcssLl. Classic blue molly. Is missing one eye, has deep scars on her face too. Short fur. Yellow eyes.

·Buzzardtail: XoYAABBDdMcMcssLl. Handsome brown mackerel tabby tom. Short fur. Yellow eyes.

·Robinflower: XOXoAABBDdMcMcSsLl. Beautiful brown torbie with white patches on her chest and muzzle. Short fur. Green eyes.

·Swallowcloud: XoYaaBBDdmcmcSsLl. Black tuxedo tom. Short fur. Yellow eyes.

--Ravencloud x Asphodelfur

·Lichennose: XOXoAaBBddmcmcSsLl. Dilute torbie molly. Short fur. Green eyes.

--Ravencloud x Jayheart

·Duckface: XoYaaBbcscsDdmcmcssLl. Beautiful black siamese pointed tom. Short fur. Blue eyes.

--Ravencloud x Linnetface

·Ashclaw: XoYaaBBddMcMcssLL. Gray mackerel tabby tom. Short fur. Green eyes.

·Cinderclaw: XoYaaBBddMcMcssLL. Gray mackerel tabby tom. Short fur. Green eyes.

--Ravencloud x Boulderheart

·Badgerwhisker: XoXoaaBBCcsDdMcmcSsLL. Black tuxedo molly. Short fur. Yellow eyes.

Story and personality now!

-Mudfang:

Ravencloud and Mudfang, Mudfang and Ravencloud. Together since the very beginning, both cats have always been inseparable. Tough they only shared a father, both kittens became sisters and best friends the day their father brought Mudfang into Windclan. Mudfang was half loner, Ravencloud was full Windclan. Ravencloud’s mother took in both kittens and treated them as if they were both her own.

Since really young, Mudfang showed interest in the leader position. She was enthusiastic about becoming leader and she worked hard to prove herself. Day after day she would push herself to her limits only ever spending time with her sister as if having other friends could ruin all of her work.

Maybe it was her inexperience in social situations, or maybe it was her impulsive personality, she ended up falling in love with a Thunderclan cat. Their relationship made Mudfang careless and, at the end, she was found to be pregnant. Having her reputation badly tainted, Mudfang knew that she would never become leader.

Having to give up her offspring to Thunderclan after her kittens were weaned, Mudfang had been left completely alone. With only her sister as her support, she found herself becoming bitter and bitter. She had accepted that she would never be leader but refused to go on with her life as she wanted to be part of Windclan’s leadership one way or another.

Magpietail came into picture. Just three moons younger than Mudfang, he had watched her fight for her position every day and he felt pity for her as he innocently thought that love was not a force that could be controlled and Mudfang was not to be blamed.

It wasn’t long before Mudfang started noticing how Magpietail looked at her; there was pity in his eyes. Mudfang decided that she hated it and for a long time she evaded any interaction with the younger tom.

A moon later, Magpietail was named deputy. He had trained two apprentices, he was caring, compassionate and diplomatic. Mudfang felt jealous beyond words and decided to use the deputy’s innocence on her behalf. If she couldn’t become leader, she would make the deputy her personal puppet so she could lead from the shadows.

Becoming his mate wasn’t a hard task, Magpietail was head over heels for her and Mudfang just had to play the victim card on him. Mudfang had two kits from their union. She loved them, she didn’t have a chance to see her half-clan kits grow old before, Kitekit and Batkit filled an emptiness inside her that she couldn’t quite place.

It was around Kiteclaw and Batwhisker’s warrior ceremony when Magpietail was demoted from his position. A couple of warriors had found a scent trail that followed the deputy directly into twoleg place where Magpietail was living as a half kittypet. Mudfang stopped talking to him, so did Batwhisker. Only Kiteclaw stayed by his side.

Mudfang’s offspring seemed to have complete opposite personalities. Batwhisker was strong-willed, stubborn, responsible and tenacious; he was the best hunter Windclan had at the moment, small and quick on his feet he was the terror of every prey in Windclan territory. Kiteclaw was lazy, loud, irresponsible and easy to give up; she was a really good fighter, not so great as a hunter as she would scare away all prey from the territories with her obnoxious constant mews and purrs. When their father’s betrayal was found out, both Mudfang and Batwhisker turned their back on him. Mudfang decided that he was not worth her time anymore since she no longer could manipulate Windclan’s leadership system by using him. Batwhisker considered his father a disgrace, not only had he betrayed Windclan but his family too. Kiteclaw, however, decided to keep by her father’s side until the end even if her own reputation was tainted from being with him.

Batwhisker was quickly becoming a strong warrior and, with a really old leader, his mentor as the new deputy and an apprentice in Batwhisker’s list, he was quickly becoming a nice deputy candidate.

Mudfang started helping her son. This time, she was not manipulating him like she had done with his father but rather helping him in all she could.

The idea of having her blood lead Windclan was really attractive to her; she thought about the possibility of birthing a cat that could potentially become Batwhisker’s deputy, maybe even the clan’s medicine cat. Mudfang then considered what kind of blood could be as powerful and ready to lead as her, finally deciding that only those in power could possibly sire her offspring.

Mudfang decided to try the hardest part first, convincing a medicine cat of donating his genes to her bloodline. Her victim, Mottleleaf, of Shadowclan, would have fallen in her trap wasn’t it for his ferocious tenacity and love for Starclan. Instead, she asked help from Rosestar,, leader of Riverclan, who had no mate or kits of her own but wanted her bloodline to expand somehow. The snooty cream molly agreed on let their bloodlines mix.

Mudfang became huge in no time; she gave birth to seven kits, her sister helping greatly on their upbringing:

Bramblingfoot, an extremely bratty molly that would never take a no for an answer. Fast on her feet, agile and manipulative as her mother. She had a reputation of being extremely rude to her clanmates. As an apprentice, she would constantly get into trouble with the rest of cats her age.

Pigeonstep was the last to be born. Kind of dump and definitely a coward, Pigeonstep was also the best -nose of the whole clan. It was her good senses that allowed her to find her little bundles of joy, Twitekit and Waspkit. They were inseparable. Pigeonstep personality would change completely around them becoming a caring and overprotective mom ready to take down anyone that dared to lay a claw on them.

Cuckoopelt, energetic and passionate warrior with a deep interest on the other side. Since really young Cuckoopelt felt extremely connected to those who had left the clan long ago. Chanterelleface, Windclan’s medicine cat, chose Cuckoopelt as her apprentice when the young tom predicted the collapse of a tunnel near Windclan territory. The grey tom was convinced that Windclan’s last best tunneler, Mistnose, had come to them in dreams and told them about the incident that was about to happen.

Falconstream, an imaginative and sensible molly who loved challenging herself. She was one of the only –stream cats that Windclan had had for generations. Mudfang had always known that Falconstream is Mintstorm’s daughter but she likes to think that she is Rosestar’s daughter as that would explain her love for water. Falconstream used to get in trouble a lot as an apprentice and kit; she would constantly run off to the Riverclan border as she was already attracted to the fast currents.

Buzzardtail, an easily flustered and hopeless romantic cat. Much a –face, Buzzardtail attracts all kind of cats but, for some reason, his relationships don’t ever work for too long. Lavenderheart, Smokeflower, Neriteclaw, Leechpelt… his list of past lovers seemed to have no end. He sired Smokeflower’s first litter (Blackkit and Bluekit) and Leechpelt’s second (Molekit).

Robinflower, a playful and maternal cat who loved kittens even if they couldn’t have their own. Robinflower would become a raging monster if kits were in danger, sometimes, she would become a raging monster even if the kittens weren’t in danger at all. They once clawed at Hailfoot’s face when he went to visit his kits as they didn’t recognize him and tought they were a potential threat.

Swallowcloud, calm and humorless tom whose dream was to become the next deputy. Mudfang’s pride and joy, Swallowcloud had won over Windclan’s heart by being a model warrior. Having a mate (Garlicflower), kits (Hollypaw, Mallowpaw and Lightpaw) and two apprentices (Loonfang and Gingerpaw), Swallowcloud quickly became the best choice as Windclan’s next leader.

In the end, Mudfang had achieved what she wanted, with her son, Batwhisker, as deputy, her son, Cuckoopelt as medicine cat apprentice, and a future deputy on Swallowcloud, her blood had taken over Windclan’s most important roles. Eventually, Magpietail left the clans and started living as a full kittypet. Batwhisker became Batstar and Swallowcloud became his deputy. Cuckoopelt became medicine cat and, eventually, trained one of Swallowcloud’s offspring as his apprentice. Bramblingfoot tamed with the passing years becoming a well behaved cat. Falconstream died trying to save an apprentice from raging waters. Buzzardtail never became mates with anyone. After Twitekit and Waspkit became warriors, Pigeonstep had her own litter who was raised up by her sister Robinflower.

-Ravencloud:

Calm, caring, sweet and loyal to her clan and her own beliefs; Ravencloud always kept out of trouble, being with her sister and caring for her clan seemed to be the only thing she truly cared about. She was her sister’s best and only friend; both mollies shared secrets, beliefs and dreams.

Ravencloud become pregnant pretty early on her life. She had just became warrior and her relationship with Asphodelfur had just started when she became pregnant. It was Lichennose’s birth and upbringing that made both young cats join together as mates, their cooperative job as parents making them closer than they ever were.

Lichennose was as calm and composed as her mother. A fast learner with a huge appetite for knowledge, Lichennose became a well know tracker in Windclan easily.

As Ravencloud and Asphodelfur’s relationship grew closer, the black molly decided to share her beliefs with her mate. Ravencloud believed that mixing Windclan’s blood with other clan’s blood was a necessary requisite for the clan’s correct development and evolution. Ravencloud told Ashphodelfur that it was her wish to bear Riverclan, Thunderclan and Shadowclan’s blood. Asphodelfur was quick to understand Ravencloud’s point of view and quickly agreed with her.

The first cat Ravencloud chose was Jayheart. Both cats had met each other at Ravencloud’s first gathering as an apprentice. Jayheart was half-Riverclan half-Windclan; Most cats knew about Jayheart’s tragic story: A Riverclan molly that fell in love with a Windclan tom; the tom dies during a battle after the molly is found out to be pregnant with half-clan kittens. A litter of three is born, only one survives; Jayheart. Jayheart had always felt attracted towards the open fields of Windclan but watching her mother slowly fall into despair after losing everything she had ever loved kept him by her side. After her mother’s death, Jayheart left Riverclan and joined Windclan. He was an obvious choice for Ravencloud.

Duckface, born completely white as Swankit, had already changed his white looks to darker ones by the time he was named apprentice. A communicative, tactless, happy-go-lucky cat that loved riddles and having a good time, Duckface was a social butterfly ready to make friends everywhere.

Next, Ravencloud searched for potential sires in Thunderclan. She met Linnetface, the most beautiful molly she had ever seen, while she was out hunting near Thunderclan’s border. The beautiful molly had mistakenly entered Windclan territory while she was hunting hare. Ravencloud was capable of convincing her of donating some of her genes promising that she would tell anybody. That way, Ravencloud got a good sire for her offspring and Linnetface got her bloodline expanded. However, things did not go so well. Linnetface was caught and exiled from her clan. Not knowing where to go and still wishing to keep living as a warrior cat, she asked for Windclan’s mercy where she was allowed to stay.

Ravencloud had twins this time. Identical looks and personalities, Ashclaw and Cinderclaw where each other’s shadow. Both silent jokesters that loved to prank their clanmates, both toms were known for their mischievous personality.

Boulderheart of Shadowclan came last. Boulderheart, a strong ferocious warrior whose only wish was to have his own family. He had tried everything, being sire to mollies in his clan, to loners, kittypets… nothing ever worked. As the only survivor of his blood line, Boulderheart was desperately trying to keep his family alive. When Ravencloud told him how she wanted to have him as his sire, the huge tom agreed immediately. He had mostly lost any kind of hope of getting a family by that point but he was still going to try. He was pleasantly surprised when a passing patrol composing of Asphodelfur and other Windclan cats told him that Ravencloud was, indeed, pregnant. Boulderheart wanted to keep things quiet, keep on going with his life without getting anyone in trouble but he was too worried about losing who could be the only survivor of his bloodline after him. He joined Windclan shortly after he heard the news, he didn’t know what to say, he wanted to keep Ravencloud safe so saying that he was the sire of her kittens was not a possible answer. Instead, he came up with the craziest and most unbelievable excuse he could. A prophetic dream, Starclan had told him to join Windclan. Of course, no one believed him; but, to his luck, Cuckoopelt, convinced by his own mother (Mudfang) and aunt (Ravencloud) backed him up allowing him to join the clan.

Badgerwhisker was the last one to be born. A fearless, overconfident and audacious molly, pride, joy and best friends with her secret dad Boulderheart. Badgerwhisker, even though huge in size, was a silent and effective hunter known for trying to take on much bigger prey than her. She was once seen fighting a swan. Her father was not happy about it.

Ravencloud spent her life taking care of what she called her legacy, a healthy bloodline that would produce multiple strong warriors for generations. Asphodelfur stayed by her side until the very end when he died of natural causes. Jayheart enjoyed his live as a Windclan cat even getting a mate and kits of his own later on. Linnetface had a hard time adjusting to her new life but she eventually found a small supportive group of friends that helped her through. Boulderheart spend the rest of his live taking care of Badgerwhisker and her own offspring later on, finally achieving his dream of creating his own family. Duckface got yet another name change after he was attacked by a dog; now known as Mangledpelt, he feels really proud of his name. Cinderclaw and Ashclaw became more serious over time. They would still prank everyone but, after being given apprentices, both felt it was their time to mature as warriors. Badgerwhisker was eventually told the truth about her father. It was hard for her to accept the truth but, being as good friends as she was with her father, she gladly accepted the idea.

I am going to bed now. It’s 3 in the morning and I finished writing this yesterday at 5 in the morning. There’s probably some... grammar fails but... forgive me please. Well, next Family Fun will be posted in Lightingnose blog! stay tuned for that!

#warriors #warrior cats #family fun #worldbuilding #submission

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