so happy over lackadaisy S1 teaser I have to draw my blorbos

it's KITTY TIME

not finished yet (hence the space) but here are some main characters from the handful of dc movies I've seen, as cats.

I like to nerd out about cat colors and breeds so details under the cut

1. Harley is a Domestic Shorthair aka street cat. Her colors here are fictional but this white spotting pattern is called Harlequin :3 since it's two colors on white it'd qualify as a tortoiseshell harlequin.

Diana is an Aphrodite's Giant, a cat breed I only recently found out existed tbh. Her colors are supposed to be black smoke tortie bicolor but it was kinda hard to draw. I tried to emulate the shape of her crown and also the red of her top as the orange parts but eh.

John is a street cat, his color is cinnamon agouti tabby. This color and pattern is mostly seen on breed cats but this is my au and I get to choose the colors lol. Anyway he picked that cig up from the street somewhere.

Clark is an American Shorthair in the color black classic tabby and I even checked the breed standard to draw this (and cat Diana). If you google ASH most that show up are black silver tabbies but the breed can be so many more colors.

How do you come up with your names and designs, I need help coming up with better names.

names are usually based off of appearance, family members, personality or just words that i like! with appearance, i usually use names of animals or plants. rosytiger got their name because of their reddish fur and tabby markings. batmane was named after their, well, mane, and the fact theyre blind (like a bat). doeflutter was named after their deer like spots and the word "flutter" reminds me of fluttershy from mlp, who shares a similar-ish yellow colour to doeflutter. glisteningscale is named after their light (glistening) scale-like markings. family members is a bit different as i haven't done a cat named after one for a while. closest one i've gotten to was snowwatcher being named after skywatcher! when i name cats after their parents family i usually just look at their immediate family on the warriors wiki and pick out a prefix/suffix i think fits and when it comes to personality, goslingdash and spiderspinner work as examples. in my drawing for goslingdash, they're fiesty and running around, which fits the suffix "dash". spiderspinner on the other hand was partially named after the fact theyre meant to be a med cat, and i just thought it sounded cool. spiders spin webs, and med cats use those webs to heal cats! idk if that makes sense, but it makes sense in my head it's hard to explain my thought process, i apologize, but when you do this many hypokits, it gets kinda easy, lol! i also try to make my names as creative as i possibly can, avoiding prefixes & suffixes used alot in canon. ESPECIALLY when it comes to suffixes. pelt... fur... tail... claw... EW!!!!!

a good way to find cool words (especially action words) that are cooler is literally just to look up "other ways to say {word}" or "{word} synonyms" are there'll probably be SOMETHING interesting! and if i get REALLY desparate, i go and find a warrior cats name generator (usually my own) and just mess around with it for a while and see if anything fun pops up! when it comes to designs, well, that ones WAY harder to explain. OBVIOUSLY i reference the parents, but i always try to add a little spin. when i used to do hypokits, i'd directly refernce my designs for the parents, but nowadays i'm way too lazy to do that and either refrence how i see the character in my head (since ive drawn all the characters i have a pretty good idea for how most of them look unless its a horrendously obscure character) or look them up on the wiki. i look at the parents patterning. okay, they're both tabbies. their kit will be a tabby too. a tortie and some sort of spots? okay, a very veyr very spotty tortie. i don't think this is how it works in real life, but i dont care!!!! lol :] i also try to combine the colours of the parents. on spiderspinner, rainwhisker is grey while squilf is dark ginger. okay, dark-ish greyish ginger. doeflutter? combine daisy's yellow with whitetail's even lighter markings (or at least thats how i think she looks)

if i'm working on a hypokit that i know is a duplicate (aka ive drawn a hypokit of this ship before), occasionally i'll refernce the parent's parent's colours + markings! ex: if it's a squilf ship, maybe ill take sandstorms pale yellow. honestly, i can't really help with design. my best advice is try to have as much fun as you can. also, pick the name AFTER you design the character! or at least while you're designing them, don't do it beforehand. it's much more restricting and can take some of the fun away! have fun, be creative!

The Mechanisms crew as cats, with the intent of a Warrior Cats AU! In order of left to right for each row, these designs are for: Jonny, Nastya, Ashes, Brian, Ivy, Toy Soldier, Tim, Raphaella, and Marius.

Edit 5/28/22: I’ve finished full body designs for these - linked here!

See the read more for reasonings on markings, colors, scars, and other details.

(Also posted on DeviantART)

All of the drawings started with the same base - Toy Soldier’s design has the least altered base, the rest having mostly fur length and expression edits. I may draw more of these designs (perhaps even properly fleshing out the AU).

Jonny D’Ville: A vaguely classic tabby-like look worked well for Jonny’s design, as it enabled me to represent his eye makeup. I’m honestly really happy with how the markings ended up.

Nastya Rasputina: Although a darker color palette may have fit her better, the light blue-grey I went with just looked best to me. A full body design would have darker elements to balance it out.

Ashes O’Reilly: The shades of orange and shapes of Ashes’s markings are meant to be reflective of fire. I tried a few different color palettes, but that’s the one that looked best/fit best. Their fur is long simply because it looked right.

Drumbot Brian: Brian’s design was a struggle - I was aiming for a mechanical sort of look while also having somewhat believable markings. This resulted in the sort of... calico-tabby combination you see. I felt heterochromia was fitting, given his moral situation.

Ivy Alexandria: The scar on Ivy’s left side is meant to show a head injury, resulting in the same/a similar memory situation as canon. The reddish color(s) were hard to settle on, but I think it came out well enough. Minimal markings seemed right for her design, but I wanted some to be present, so the full body design may be something like a ticked tabby with residual markings (on her face, low legs, and tail).

Toy Soldier: Toy Soldier’s design was difficult, as it needed to be relatively simple but not uninteresting to the eye. It came out looking sort of mountain lion-like, though that wasn’t intentional. I’m not super pleased with the design, but it’ll do.

Gunpowder Tim: Tim’s design includes a large scar over his right side (including the absence of that eye) because I want to keep damages similar to canon (though this means some injuries are more severe/permanent, including this one). The patterns around his eyes (as scars on the right side and markings on the left) are meant to be reflective of the wires/metal bits in canon.

Raphaella la Cognizi: Raphaella’s markings seem a bit lack-lustre to me, but no complex markings looked right. To balance that out, a full body design would include more complex markings on her body (including some wing-like ones). 

Marius von Raum: Marius’s marking design doesn’t really seem right to me, but I had no other ideas for him. His colors were hard to decide on, as well, and the greenish-grey I ended up using still isn’t quite right, but it’ll do.

Dayclan. The Proficient and Kind. Randomly generated clan drawing challenge.

Dayclan lives in a territory of sunny hills, their camp in a slightly more flat area surrounded by some small hills, they dig their dens out of the hills and the ground with a large rock being where the leader Rookstar speaks to the clan, the leaders den is dug in a spot just behind said rock, their nests are made from grass that is put together in a kind of woven pattern, and they hunt mostly rabbits and mice though they'll also sometimes catch birds that come into their territory.

The reason that there is so few is actually because they are recovering from a pandemic. A greencough pandemic that nearly took out the entire clan. They just recently got rid of the greencough in their clan. So they're trying to remain as a strong clan despite what had just happened.

Now let us meet those that remain in Dayclan.

The leader is Rookstar. A black spotted tabby tom with short fur and hazel eyes. Rookstar is actually a transgender character. Being born a female but feeling as though being a tom is what's right for him. This actually ended up happening because as I was drawing him I kept referring to him in my head as female. So I got the idea that he would be a she-cat who is a trans tom. Rookstar is kind and tries to keep the spirits of the cats he leads up. He has six lives left after his seventh was taken by Greencough. He had caught it when he was trying to help his sick clanmates. He doesn't care that he lost a life to sickness. He was helping his clan and that's all he cared about. His other two lives that he has so far lost we're lost to a rogue battle to help save Nightpaw, who we will get to, and the other from losing too much blood trying to drive away a badger, as he ignored his wounds till he collapsed. He vows to continue to be a strong leader until he finally joins Starclan.

The deputy is Rookstars brother from a litter from their parents before Rookstars birth, named Slugtail. He was born without a tail. He is a long haired black tom with amber eyes, which I've always seen as an orange color so my first instinct to color it was orange. He is a stern and to an extent grumpy tom. He's seen plenty of battles with scars to show for it. He is strict with both warriors and apprentices. He is actually starting to grow close to retiring to the elders den. He doesn't look forward to it and is trying to stay out of the elders den for as long as possible. He has what's considered to be his final apprentice Thymepaw who will come up later. He was actually looked up to by Rookstar so when Rookstar became leader Slugtail was appointed deputy. He is seen as a cat who can manage the clan quite well despite his attitude. He does have a mate who died in the greencough pandemic. His only child is Starlingpaw who you'll meet later. He does show care for his child though is also still strict with said child. He wants Starlingpaw to be strong yet still know that he cares about the other.

The medicine cat is Sootberry with an apprentice Nightpaw who will be in the apprentice section later. She is a short haired black she-cat with hazel eyes. She was born in the same litter as Rookstar. She always knew that she'd be a medicine cat. She has a kind and gentle personality. She is seen as one of the biggest sweethearts of the clan. She works hard as a medicine cat and takes great pride in what she does. She stayed as positive as she could even during the pandemic. She was gifted the berries with leaves by her mentor who passed away before the greencough pandemic. She wears them with pride ever since as a reminder of the cat who taught her to help her clan. She does her best to teach her apprentice Nightpaw without anger, even if Nightpaw gets something wrong. She wants Nightpaw's training to be a good experience for the young cat.

The first warrior on the list is Cootblaze. A black tom with short fur, and amber eyes. He is another grumpy cat that is from the same litter as Slugtail. He is actually looking forward to when he can retire to the elders den. He's already become good friends with the last remaining elder left in that den. He likes to talk about having seen enough of the warrior life throughout his years. So as soon as he becomes of age he plans to go straight to the elders den. His attitude is grumpy in a kind of just done with life way. He does care for his family though. He has an apprentice by the name of Ashpaw who will be covered later. He does so his best to be a good mentor despite just being done with everything.

The next Warrior is Appleear. A short haired cream classic pseudo-tabby tom with copper eyes. I've never heard of a pseudo-tabby before. So after googling I went with a design inspired by an artwork I found labeled as a pseudo-tabby. He is actually the youngest warrior in the clan. He was made into a warrior a little early to help with the number of warriors left after the pandemic. He is a happy go lucky laid back warrior. He'll do his duties while not losing the way he acts. He is actually a good warrior despite being made one slightly early. He has a younger sister named Fennelpaw who will be discussed later. His father died from an attack by a fox that had been passing through, and his mother taken by the greencough pandemic. He tries to help brighten others days as much as he can. Finding some joy in it even if he only gets a small smile. He is such a new warrior though that he has no apprentice.

Next up is the warrior Willownose, the mother to Thymepaw and Ashpaw. She is a blue she-cat with short fur and amber eyes. She lost her mate to a twoleg who shot the tom as the two tried to catch the same bird, not noticing the other. She was in the nursery with their kits when it happened. She did her best to raise them as well as she could. She loves them dearly and watches with pride everyday as they work and grow to become warriors. She is sweet though reserved. Whenever shes not doing her warrior duties there's three things she could be doing. She either is visiting to help the current queens wherever she can, relaxing even grooming herself usually in a sunny spot, or she can be found checking in on her kits even during training. Her kits just mean so much to her. She has the apprentice Starlingpaw. She tries to make everyday a good day for the apprentice even if the other is cranky. She does her best to not take any mean words from anyone to heart. She prefers to try to brush the words off.

The final currently left warrior is Rowanthroat. A short haired, red spotted pseudo-tabby and amber eyes. She lost her mate to the pandemic before they could have kits. She inherited her mates apprentice Fennelpaw after her mates death. She has become depressed from losing her mate. Though she does still do her duties as a mentor the best she can. She wants for her mate to be proud of how well Fennelpaw becomes as a warrior. She is usually moping around camp during her free time. She's also distant from other clan members due to her depression. Her clan has tried to help her though so far it hasn't worked. Her mate meant too much to her and she didn't even get to have kits with him.

Starting off with apprentices is Starlingpaw. A short haired black tom with copper eyes. He is mentored to Willownose. His father being deputy Slugtail. His first ever catch was a bird so he took some feathers to put in his tail in pride. Honestly though I only added it because of the clipboard slipping causing me to draw an extra line in sharpie. I had to figure out something so I went with that. This was before the backgrounds were decided on. He is a bit grumpy and tries to be seen as strong emotionally and physically. He strives to be the best warrior the clan has ever know. Wanting to make his father proud. Though unfortunately his grumpy attitude does lead him to say some nasty things. He doesn't really care if he hurts others feelings. He prefers to be seen as strong, in the way he thinks strong is which is a bit of a bully way, than to be worrying about others feelings. He was given to Willownose in the hopes that she could help him be nicer to his clanmates.

Next up is Nightpaw the medicine cat apprentice. She is a short haired black classic tabby she-cat with copper eyes. She has a happy attitude in life despite what she had gone through as a kit. She wandered out of the camp and came across a rogue who attacked her. She was saved and managed to live through it. Her one eye is blind from the damage it took. She was apprenticed in the middle of the pandemic. And though before the incident she wanted to be a warrior, well after she was attacked she wanted nothing more than to be a medicine cat. She did visit Starclan for awhile when she was attacked as she almost died. She loved interacting with them plus was fascinated by the herbs healing abilities. So she changed her plans to become a medicine cat. She even put some leaves she found in her fur to show her dedication to it. She is kind and very helpful. She even comforted her own mother who died just after she was apprenticed. Her father lost on a border line dispute fight when she was in her mothers womb. So she never met him. She is a hard worker and prefers to try to wake up every day happy. She accepts even deaths as Starclans will. Even if she is saddened by them. She used to be friends with Thymepaw before they become apprentices, however they drifted apart after she picked to be a medicine cat. She does still treat him nicely though.

The next apprentice on the list is Thymepaw. He is mentored by Slugtail. He is a short haired blue tom with yellow eyes. He actually has a lot of self doubt and ponders his life. This is because he loved Nightpaw when they were kits. He wanted to become mates with her when they became warriors. He found out that she was going to become a medicine cat when they were made into apprentices. He knew that meant that they couldn't be mates. He was devastated and distanced himself from Nightpaw. He doubts himself wondering if his life and love actually meant anything. If he's not that great of a cat if Nightpaw would turn her back to him. He didn't even let her explain however as he just let them grow apart. His mentor tries to help him with his doubts about himself. The clan hoping Slugtail can give Thymepaw the confidence he had lost. He is a bit of a quiet cat due to his doubt. He isn't really friends with the other apprentices. He does support his sister Ashpaw, though does have preferences to be alone. Feeling like his life was snatched from him so now he isn't sure what to do. He just does his training for now while he tries to refigure out his life.

Next up is Fennelpaw the younger sister to Appleear. Also mentored by Rowanthroat. She is a cream classic pseudo-tabby she-cat with short fur and copper eyes. She is happy go lucky. She tries to find some reason to be happy each day. Even if it's a small reason. She is not as laid back as her brother though. She actually talked to Rookstar about her feelings for Ashpaw despite them both being girls. She found confidence in his encouragement and is proud to let herself be known as into girls. She tries to hang out with Ashpaw a bunch in the hopes that the other feels the same way. Though she hasn't actually told Ashpaw her feelings yet. She plans to wait until they are Warriors before she tells her friend anything. Even though she does hint at it since she likes Ashpaw so much she can hardly contain herself. She also enjoys playing with her brother who is all too happy to play with her. She is close to her sibling.

The final apprentice is Ashpaw. Sister to Thymepaw and daughter of Willownose. Mentored by Cootblaze. She is a little sassy and tends to think a little highly of herself. She works very hard to learn as much as she can on her path to becoming a warrior. She is in competition with Starlingpaw in becoming the best warrior. She does crush on Fennelpaw however is in denial of her true feelings and sexuality. She keeps trying to convince herself and others that she likes toms. Deep down inside however she is actually into girls like Fennelpaw. She lets the other hang around as her friend because a part of her wants to keep the other close. She is the nicest to her family and Fennelpaw compared to other clanmates.

The first queen on the list is Asphodeltail and her kit Shadowkit. I ended up giving her a kit because I didn't want all the queens to just be pregnant, I got the name from a random generator as the first one to pop up. Then I picked out that he'd be a brown tabby tom with black stripes and blue eyes. While Asphodeltail is a red she-cat with short fur and green eyes. Asphodeltail lost her mate who beat the greencough he caught, only to be killed when he tried to chase a plump rabbit for his mate into its tunnel that collapsed on him. She sees her mate so much in her kit that she had after he was gone. She is very loving as her kit is her last piece of her mate she has. She will love her kit no matter what. She is known to also be rather kind and her kit is her reason to continue each day. Shadowkit is still very young but he loves his mother very much. He is also very attached to her as he prefers to not separate from her.

The next queen is Crowpelt. A black she-cat with long fur and amber eyes. She lost her mate but not in that he died. Her mate left the clan to become a loner when the pandemic hit, as he decided that there'd be no clan left. She was in early stages of pregnancy and wanted her kits to be born to her clan. So she was left heartbroken as her mate left without her. She tries her best to keep going for her kits. Every night she looks to the sky praying to Starclan that her mate comes home. She doesn't actually know that her mate has moved on to become mates with a kittypet just a little ways past the border, just far enough that it isn't easy to see with the kittypets twoleg fence helping block it. She still holds hope that one day her mate will return. Even though she hasn't seen him since and he truly has no plans to return. She looks to the sky a lot because she hopes that Starclan will bring her mate back to her one day. In the meantime she waits for her kits to be born which will actually be very soon. She is due any day so she'll soon have her kits.

The last queen is Heatherwhisker. She is in the middle of her pregnancy. She is a short haired cream she-cat with gold eyes. Her mate is actually a loner but no one knows this yet. She is very much on a high horse so to speak. She thinks herself as better than any other cats in her clan. She isn't shy to show that she looks down on others. She is seen as stuckup because of it. She also always has to mention that she does believe her kits will be the best. In both looks and abilities. She holds her head high at all times. Though she isn't the brightest in the clan honestly. She can't wait for the clan to be in awe of her and her kits. She is the least popular queen and cat in the clan. But she doesn't care.

Finally the last elder left alive, his name is Blackheart. He is a curly haired black classic tabby tom with hazel eyes. When I drew him originally I forgot he had curly fur so I added some curly fur afterwards. He is actually Nightpaw's grandfather. He is rather old with the fur on the bottom of his muzzle being more grey than black. He watched the other elders die of Greencough but managed to not catch it. He enjoys relaxing and telling stories to youngsters or anyone who will listen. He isn't sure if he'll be alive to see anyone else join the elders den. He goes by day by day waiting for one day to be his last. He is usually seen as calm. Neither truly happy nor sad. He is a good cat and elder who everyday takes a step closer to joining Starclan. He's nice to his clanmates even any rude ones. He is actually respected by almost all of the clan. He'll even be turned to by Rookstar for advice.

yeah

Welcome To The Family (1/???)

Yandere EraserMic household x reader

Finally decided to start writing it! I’ve never babysat in my life, so if this is incredibly wrong I’m sorry. No warnings for now. No idea how many chapters this is going to be right now, but for sure at least 3-5.

I’m on my way to babysit two new children. Well, a child and later in the day a teenager when they get back from school. It’s beyond astonishing somehow being the one selected to babysit two children of heroes. They’re adopted, but that makes it all the more strange. I can’t complain much though. They’re paying a rather large amount and asked me to keep quiet about it. I have to go there early in the morning and be there most of the day. They also warned me some days I may have to babysit them longer than others. They did also warn me a few of their students may come by to hang out with Eri for a bit. 

My fist knocks on the door four times. Yamada- hopefully, I remembered who is who correctly- opens it. He lets me in with a giant and welcoming smile on his face. In the living room were the other three. Eri, and the other which must be Shinsou, look at me cautiously. Eri hides a bit behind the black-haired adult while Shinsou seems rather watchful and wary of me. I crouch down to her level but stay a bit away to introduce myself. “You must be Eri. I’ve heard a lot about you. My name’s Y/N. I hope to get along with you.” This is true, I’ve been informed by the two about what she has been through. 

The black-haired man confirms with a small nod down to her as she looks up at him. Whatever that was supposed to be about, it helped make her take a step away from him and look at me more. 

Aizawa- hopefully, I’m still correct- looks at the clock. “We need to go now.” the blond nods and leaves for their rather expensive-looking black car. Aizawa leaves as well. Shinsou glares at me one last time before he starts to head towards the door as well. “Don’t do anything you will regret.” He threatens and leaves too. 

Eri sits on the couch still timidly staring at me. To say it felt awkward between us is an understatement. “So, Eri, would you like to show me your favorite toys? Or maybe there’s a show you really like we could watch for a while?” Like a lightswitch, her eyes light up like she was just told she could have all the candy in the world. She then takes off up the stairs for presumably her bedroom. I wait in the living room for her return. I take a moment to examine the living room better. There are hardly any pictures on the walls. There’s only one with the four of them and a bunch of teens. Must be his class. They look like a chaotic and lively bunch. The light gray couch is in the middle of the living room with a large flat screen T.V. in front of it. To the left of the couch and a little behind is a matching gray loveseat with a giant cat tree between it and the wall. Huh, so they have a cat or possibly two. Surprised they’re not in the living room. The black stand under the T.V. matches the coffee table in front of it. There’s a door straight from the main entrance I entered from. My guess is either a bathroom or the kitchen. Next to it is a flight of stairs that Eri went up. That must lead to the bedrooms. There’s another door next to the stairs. A closet maybe? Or maybe another bedroom.

Eri comes down a few minutes later with five stuffed animals in her arms. A green rabbit with matching green eyes, a brown teddy bear with beady eyes, a blue galaxy patterned fox with turquoise eyes,  a yellow dog with blue eyes, and a cute tiny light gray unicorn with glittery pink eyes. It looks like her and seems like her favorite with how it seems a little worn. They’re all so adorable that I think my heart might have melted. 

“Aw, what are their names?” She proudly holds them up and says their names. The one that got me was “Deku”. Doesn’t that mean useless? How would a child know that term? More importantly, how are the adults allowing her to name it that? 

“Deku? Why is it named that?” 

“He saved me. I wanted a stuffed animal like him!” She cheerfully says. I’m not going to question why they chose that name. 

“They sound like amazing people! I can’t wait to meet them someday!” She smiles at me. It quickly becomes sad instead. “But I won’t be going to the school with them anymore…” 

I try to think of how to make her feel better. Those two must be the ones her fathers warned me will come over at some point. “Well, maybe I could ask your parents if they can come over someday after school.” She enthusiastically nods. 

It grows quiet between us again as she holds her stuffed animals. 

I look back at the cat tree. “I see you have a cat tree. Do you know where the cat is?” 

“We have three!” she cheerfully informs. 

“Three? Wow! I bet they keep you safe, huh?” I question. She shrugs. “Mochi is too big to even jump on the bed.” 

“Mochi? Cute name!”

“Mrow” came a sudden voice from the cat tree. There’s a box part on the floor I somehow missed earlier. A rather fat cat saunters out of it. “Mochi!” Eri cheerfully yells and goes over to it. It’s an orange tabby. She tries to pick him up and miraculously succeeds. It’s so comical I can’t help but laugh. A child carrying a cat that’s almost as big as her. She waddles over with it and places them on the couch between us. They just yawn, stretch, and lie down right where they were plopped. They roll over to show their belly. I rub the belly of it. How could I not? Once again, it doesn’t seem to care in the slightest. 

“What are the names of the other two?” I ask. 

“Sundae and Oreo! They’re brothers!” 

“Are they as big as Mochi?” She shakes her head. “No. My dads went to buy things that feed the cats when we are not home.” 

“That’s good! Maybe later we could try finding the other two and have a tea party or something.” She looked like she was nearly screaming in excitement at the news. “Only one of my dads likes to do tea parties with me.” 

I smile. “Well, now you have two that do!”

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Many hours later, she decided she wanted to do the tea party. We were able to find the other two cats which were sleeping on her dads’ bed. Eri told me they were in there since I didn’t go in there out of respect. Unfortunately, I didn’t bring a dress or suit to change into for her. I’ll have to remember that for next week so I can do it when not babysitting. 

Oreo and Sundae were rather difficult to settle down into chairs around the table. They’re tuxedos and an easy way to tell which is who is apparently the white eyebrows on Oreo that makes him look always angry. We just gave up when they decided to sit on the table instead of the chairs.

The tea set is a pastel green with interesting shiny gold lines decorating it. It’s a great contrast to the small dark red table it’s on in her room. She has tons of drawings with her, Shinsou, and the two adults covering her walls. There’s also a few with a green-haired and blond with her. There is nothing in the teacups as she passes one to me. “Why, thank you, Eri!” She smiles and nods. That smile needs to be protected.

It’s hard to think someone could do something so evil to such an innocent bean. I’m beyond glad she’s in a much better home now. I’ve only known her for like half a day, but if something were to happen to her, I’d kill everyone around me and then myself. She looks behind me and lights up more. “Toshi!” 

I turn around to see Shinsou leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed and a glare aimed at me. How long has he been there? Man, he’s incredibly quiet. I understand why he doesn’t trust me yet. I’m still a stranger after all. It would be more concerning if he did trust me immediately. I give him an inviting smile. “Welcome, Shinsou! Why don’t you come to our tea party instead of standing there? I’m sure Eri would be more than happy to have her brother join!” 

“Yes! C’mon Toshi, please?” She begs. He shakes his head. “You two go ahead. I’d rather watch for now.” He says, hardening his glare at me. Eri doesn’t seem to notice his glare and goes back to her chair. How cute though, a protective brother! She deserves nothing less. 

After that, she wanted to show me her favorite show. Shinsou sits rather close to her between us. Seems a bit excessive, but whatever makes him comfortable I guess. Checking the clock above the T.V., it was almost time for me to go. 

Shinsou goes to the bathroom, but something tells me he’s testing me. I mean, I didn't do anything before he came home, and wouldn’t Eri have already run to him if I did do something? Well, with the villains around you can’t be so sure. 

Eri swings her feet while sitting farther up on the couch. “Are you going to come back tomorrow?” 

“Of course! We still have so many things we have to do together!” I reach over and go to rub her head. She flinches so I take my hand away and think for a moment. How can I get her to trust me without any problems occurring? “Hey, Eri?” She looks at me again with trust, yet a hint of unease still in her eyes. Please don’t tell me I just royally screwed up. “How about this. I do to myself what I’m going to do to you, and you can allow it or not. Like this.” I say, and gently rub the top of my head. I bring my hand halfway to her and wait for her reply. 

It takes a moment, but she gives me a small nod. I rub her head, making her give a big smile to me. 

At that moment, the door opened to reveal the two men. They were tense as we locked eyes, but that went away when they noticed Eri was smiling at me. 

“Welcome back you guys! Eri and I had so much fun today. She even brought me to her tea party! Your cats gave us quite a bit of trouble to involve them though.” I inform as Eri goes to hug Yamada and then Aizawa right after. 

Shinsou comes into the room as well. Like a silent conversation, he gives a curt nod to Aizawa, which he returns. 

Yamada smirks at me. “But what’s important is… Did ya succeed?” 

I shrug. “Kind of. We got them to stay on the table instead of the chair.” He snickers. “That’s those devious two!” He looks down at Eri. “Ya must have had a lotta fun, huh? Sad to miss the party!” 

I decide to leave so they get more time as a family before they have to go to bed. I don’t need to interfere with that. I wave to her as I go to the door and put on my shoes. “See you tomorrow, Eri!” She waves back, shocking the two adults. Wonder why they’re shocked about that. Maybe she doesn’t usually trust new people as fast? Well, I’ve always been pretty good with children. 

I wave at the three men as well and leave excited for what tomorrow might bring.

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I have rather big plans for this story. Hopefully I keep up with it, and I promise it will get better later on. 

Fission & Fusion (Part 3)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5

Summary: How did the refined and proper Wilhemina Venable end up working for two coked-up tech bros out of the back of a van?

An origin story of sorts, dedicated to the amazing @lucyintheskywithxanax who has developed such a beautiful and nuanced depiction of Mina. This was inspired by her incredible story “And I failed to climb the mountain”.

Word count: ~2500

Professor Thompson was not surprised that she had to go searching for Wilhemina the following evening. Part of her had hoped that the young woman would have been waiting for her, a sign that she was allowing herself to accept the genuine support proferred to her. That was not to be. It was only natural, she supposed, as she made her way through the concrete wasteland that served as the hotel's parking lot, that after a lifetime of being belittled and dismissed, of being told she was nothing but a burden, that Wilhemina would find it difficult to accept help. To even believe that the offer of help was genuine.

The older woman shook her head as she raised her her hand to knock on the door indicated by the disinterested girl working reception. The world, and people, really could be so cruel.

When her initial knock went unanswered, she tried again slightly louder this time. Again she was greeted by only silence.

"Wilhemina." she called out, as she knocked for a third time. "Wilhemina, it's Professor Thompson. Can you let me in dear?"

In the beat of silence that followed, she could feel Wilhemina's indecision - her pride balking at the idea of reaching out to accept the tender care that her heart so dearly yearned for. For now, pride relented.

There was a jangle of keys as nervous fingers fought against the lock and deadbolt. The door eased open a crack to reveal Wilhemina, shoulders curled in on themselves, head bowed, face obscured by a curtain of red hair and supporting a significant portion of her weight on her cane. Her form fitting dress from the previous day had been replaced by black leggings and a loose fitting faun jumper which dwarfed her slender frame, sleeves extending well past her wrists where her fingers toyed anxiously with the cuffs. As the older woman eased the door slightly further ajar she couldn't miss the way Wilhemina flinched, obviously uncomfortable with any kind of physical proximity.

"Wilhemina?" the older woman coaxed. Glassy brown eyes peaked from beneath swollen lids, tentatively meeting her gaze. As she did her long hair shifted just enough to reveal the array of grazes decorating her right cheek and temple, chronicalling the previous night's events like braille across her skin. Wilhemina fought against the instinct the pull away as the older woman gently lifted her hair to inspect the damage. And as much as she hated allowing anyone to bear witness to her weakness she couldn't help but wonder when she had last been touched with such tenderness.

And maybe that was what gave her the courage to recount the events of the night before, those soft, caring touches that spoke more than words ever could, that whispered insistently that she deserved so much more. From the grinding weight against her fingers to the sickening crunch of her skull on the concrete, the smell of stale alcohol and tobacco, and the taste of dispair as calloused fingers rifled through her book bag and located the money that was supposed to be her lifeline. And more than all of that, the shame of laying sprawled out on the concrete unable to move.

Eventually the sound of the steal capped boots had disappeared into the distance, apparently deciding she wasn't worth any further humiliation. You're too ugly even for that, her mother's voice cooed. Slowly, she had managed to lever herself from the ground, bracing herself between her cane and the wall. Her trembling fingers had finally managed to overcome the lock but all too late. She stumbled across the threshold, collapsing onto the bed, curling in on herself in a futile attempt to prevent any further pain.

Professor Thompson's fingers were back at her cheek, tenderly chronically the array of scrapes and bruises that were beginning to blossom across her pale skin. How hard had she hit her head? Did she lose consciousness? Does it hurt if I push here? Any blurred or double vision? Any other injuries? Her hands? Her knees? Her back? No. All just bruised, like her ego, and her heart.

Wilhemina remained fascinated by the cuffs of her sweater throughout Professor Thompson's assessment, fingers picking at small imperfections in the fabric. By the time she raised her eyes the older woman was already moving busily around the room collecting her meagre possessions into her discarded book bag. "Have I missed anything dear?" Wilhemina could only shake her head dumbly in response though her confusion must have permeated her features for Professor Thompson quickly added "If you think for one moment I am letting you stay here on your own Wilhemina, after what happened, you are very, very mistaken".

The older woman slung the sum total of Wilhemina's possessions easily over her shoulder, before extending her hands to the younger woman to help her to her feet. And for once Wilhemina felt no pity or judgement in the gesture, only genuine care.

It felt good to let go for a moment, she thought, as she allowed herself to be escorted to the older woman's car. To hand over the reins, even if momentarily, to someone who genuinely had her best interests at heart. She had always been independent, self-sufficient, mature; garnering praise from countless adults for how grown up she was ever since she was tiny. There had been other words too - bossy, control freak, frigid bitch - a need for order and precision in the small parts of her life that she could control. But she was so tired after trying to hold it all together on her own for so long. Because in reality she wasn't in control at all.

Wilhemina jumped as the driver's side door opened, having not really registered that Professor Thompson had disappeared, let alone returned. The older woman shot her a sympathetic glance in apology for having startled her before starting the car and pulling out of that god damn parking lot.

Not long after she found herself seated at her professor's kitchen table, a warm mug of sweetened tea once again pushed into her hands whilst the older woman cooked. She managed to only feel slightly guilty about that. The room reminded her a lot of the woman herself, no frills and practical but with an undeniable warmth, full of mismatched crockery rather than complete sets, as if each piece had been hand picked for its bawdy colour or intricate pattern. Like her office, Professor Thompson's home seemed a little worn around the edges in the best of ways, it spoke of memories and a life well lived. From the rings on the wooden table from endless hours of conversation over tea, to the dings in the plaster from exhuberant grandchildren the house could not be further from the modernist sterility Wilhemina had become accustomed to.

The next thing she knew a steaming bowl of stew was being placed in front of her and the older woman was joining her at the table. "I hope you don't mind, dear, I know it's nothing very fancy" the older woman added as Wilhemina stared fixatedly at the bowl in front of her. Don't be so rude you ungrateful idiot. "No of course not, it's smells wonderful, it's just that I don't think anyone has ever cooked anything for me before. Thank you."

The older woman paused at that, spoon left resting against the side of her bowl. "Surely your mother did, at least?" Wilhemina scoffed at that, the very idea of Fleur Venable undertaking a task a menial as cooking was almost amusing. "No, my mother never had much interest in cooking, especially when she could pay someone to do it for her." A wry smile passed over the older woman's face "Maybe I should have listened when everyone told me to go into private practice rather than academia, it certainly seems to have worked out well enough for your father. Though I don't think I would have found much contentment in commercial law, I don't think I would have been particularly fond of spending my professional life making rich people richer."

"I don't think it brought my father much contentment either, though that might have been living with my mother" Wilhemina muttered, drawing unapologetic laughter from the older woman. After that the meal was finished in comfortable silence.

Wilhemina was about offer to help with clearing the table when something fuzzy brushed against her leg drawing an embarrassing squeak from her, which she quickly clamped her hand over her mouth in an attempt to muffle. "Oh it's alright, my dear, it's just Miko. Hello my sweet boy" the older woman cooed to the grey tabby cat rubbing affectionately at her ankles. "Oh I know sweetheart, I missed you too."

Miko, seemingly satisfied that he had greeted his mistress appropriately, took that moment to return his attention to Wilhemina, who's anxious gaze flicked between the cat and his owner. "Oh I'm sorry my dear, you're not allergic are you?" the older woman asked in response to Wilhemina's obvious apprehension. "No, I'm just not very good with animals" Wilhemina replied as Miko began sniffing at her ankles.

"He likes it if you scratch behind his ears" the older woman suggested.

So, slowly, Wilhemina allowed her right hand to unfurl from it's safe home in her lap downwards towards the inquisitive feline, or at least as far as her spine would allow. Miko craned his neck upwards to bridge the gap, first sniffing at her fingers before quickly beginning to nuzzle against them. Hesitantly Wilhemina began to trail her nails along the cats scalp, concentrating her ministrations behind his ears as his owner had suggested. She was rewarded by purrs of contentment, as Miko nuzzled into her hand with increased vigour. She couldn't help but smile at that.

Soon after Miko raised his front paws onto the bottom railing of the chair in an effort to get closer to Wilhemina, and began nuzzling into her thigh in earnest.

"What is he doing?"

"Oh don't worry, dear" the older woman replied. "He's just saying that he likes you. Well I suppose to be more correct he's transferring his scent onto to you to claim you as his, just in case any other cats get any ideas."

"I don't think anyone has ever claimed me as theirs before" Wilhemina whispered, fingers still threading tenderly through Miko's fur.

"Well Miko certainly has and so have I" the older woman replied, "and we both happen to have excellent taste."

Wilhemina could only reply with a small, trembling smile.

"Now come on dear, you've had quite an eventful few days and I doubt you slept much last night"

Wilhemina nodded and allowed herself to be escorted up the stairs towards the guest room, Miko following closely on her heals.

The room which Professor Thompson showed her to was already bathed in warm light from the bedside lamp and her book bag had been placed upon the quilt covered bed.

"Now the bathroom is just across the hall, dear, and I've put out fresh towels for you. If you need anything during the night my room is just down the hall, ok?"

"I'll be ok, but thank you" Wilhemina offered the older woman a shy smile.

Professor Thompson made to leave for the night before turning back unable to stop herself. "Forgive me asking dear, but haven't you heard from your parents? Surely they must be worried where you are?"

Wilhemina did not share her certainty. "I haven't checked my phone." Perhaps childishly she didn't want to check, because until she did she could cling onto the slim hope that maybe her parents did want to know where she was.

"You should check, my dear" the older woman coaxed. "I'll give you some privacy, but I'll be downstairs if you need me"

"Actually" Wilhemina blurted before the courage abandoned her, "would you stay?"

Professor Thompson took a seat on the bed beside her as she rifled through her book bag for her cell phone. One missed call. She almost couldn't believe it when her father's cell phone number blinked back at her on the LCD screen. With trembling fingers she retrieved the voicemail.

"Wilhemina, I understand that your mother can be difficult but surely all this fuss isn't necessary. If this was about making a point, you've made it, you can stop with this childish fit and the two of you can discuss this like adults. Honestly Wilhemina, you know I don't have time for this right now, the McMahon case goes to trial in less than a week, I have better things to be doing with my time than be refereeing some petty squabble between you and your mother. Just sorted it out."

Professor Thompson killed the voicemail halfway through the pre-recorded list of options, they certainly didn't want to listen to the message again.

"I'm so sorry, dear, I shouldn't have pushed you to check."

Wilhemina shrugged. "If I'm honest with myself, I didn't really expect anything different. I just hoped that maybe, I don't know..." she sighed. She did know, she had hoped that for once her parents would show ounce of love and affection, or even just anything more than apathy. Anything to indicate she was more than a burden or the fulfillment of a tickbox in the game of life.

"You would have thought that by now I would have stopped getting my hopes up" Wilhemina muttered, tears beginning to trickle down her cheeks.

"Never" the older woman asserted. "You get your hopes up because you care and you have such a capacity for love, which makes you so much more than either of them will ever be."

She reached up tenderly to wipe the tears from the younger woman's cheeks, careful to avoid to avoid the dark purple bruising now staining her right cheek.

"Besides, their loss is my gain and you have a place here for as long as you need it"

Branded - Chapter 30

Pairing: Demon!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky is starving and has to feed. What comes next is inevitable, considering his pattern of luck.

(This is a fan AU of Falling’s Just Another Way to Fly by araniaart​ . Please check out this incredible series for all of your demon Bucky needs.)

Chapter Warnings: Bucky has to feed multiple times against his will and against the will of the men he's feeding on. Graphic dubcon/noncon, though it is brief.

AO3

He banked toward the distant cluster of skyscrapers. Bucky didn’t know where he was, or even what year, but he knew a downtown when he spotted one. HYDRA had trained him for infiltration and espionage, and he’d often been sent to foreign cities on sanctioned missions.

Bucky knew how to move unnoticed through a crowd, but that option was unavailable to him at the moment. He was too hungry and his guise wouldn’t hold. He’d have to look for food in the same way he’d done during the war when he was trying to hide his shameful appetites from his friends and fellow soldiers.

It turned out, wherever there were humans there were shady bars and back-alley quickies. Bucky could smell it on the air as he flew low, and he followed it like a blood hound, nearly silent as the chilly night air rushed over his wings.

Landing on the rooftop of a squat building and looking over the edge, he found what he was searching for. Two men, one with a glowing cigarette between his lips and the other on his knees, bobbing his head with a cock in his mouth.

Bucky barely had the wherewithal to leave the stuffed cat tucked away on the roof. He couldn’t just toss the thing away, but he also didn’t want it with him when he…

It happened quickly, aided by the shadows, Bucky’s speed, and his pheromones going into full affect. The two men were already half-dazed by the time he reached them, addled by the aphrodisiac that wafted off his skin during arousal. He shoved the one on his knees aside, taking his place, the shame and horror flooding him not enough to make him stop.

“What the fuck is that!”

They were terrified, but not enough to run away. The pheromones were too powerful for that. The hands that had been trying to push Bucky away were now wrapped around his horns, and the man he’d pushed aside was unbuckling his belt. Bucky helped, looping his tail around his waist and drawing him closer, moaning around the velvety cock on his tongue.

When the second man lifted his tail and shoved into him, indelicately and careless, Bucky nearly screamed. It was agonizing, and he needed more, needed to make this quick because he was starving—

None of them lasted long, and Bucky didn’t let either of them pull out. Hot semen coated his tongue and filled his ass, and it wasn’t enough, nowhere near enough. It would have to do, because both men were barely conscious, sinking to the ground, drained. They’d recover in a few hours, but their memories would ruin them forever.

Bucky replaced what was left of his pants and realized his face was wet. His gut roiled and he wanted to be sick, but he didn’t dare throw up. He couldn’t stop looking at the two men, innocent victims that he’d assaulted.

“God…” one of them croaked, trying to turn his head away. He had straight blond hair, his skin as pale as a ghost. He reminded Bucky too much of Steve.

The other man wasn’t much better off. He had curly brunette hair and a darker complexion, but even he seemed bloodless and frail.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky gasped in a sob. “I’m so sorry…”

He wished he could take it all back. He’d rather be in the demon realm than here, hurting innocents. HYDRA hadn’t even forced him to do it this time. This had been all him, and he had no one else to blame.

There was only one thing left to do. It wouldn’t make up for what Bucky had done, but it was the only damage control he had available to him. He reached out to the blond man even as he flinched away. He placed a hand on his face, pressed his thumb between his eyes, and activated the same instinct he’d used on the girl.

The man’s eyes rolled into his head, falling unconscious as Bucky extracted the memories from his mind. That was the only way he could describe it, like sucking venom from a wound. The man laid on the dirty asphalt, breathing deeply as if in an untroubled sleep.

“What… what did you do to him?” the other man whimpered. “No, no, stay away! Don’t touch me!”

Bucky grabbed him before he could crawl far and repeated the ability, putting him into a deep sleep before taking away the horrific, traumatic memories.

Bucky stared down at his hands as if they didn’t belong to him. They didn’t feel like it. Besides the guise, he couldn’t do anything magical or arcane. He didn’t know if it was from being in the demon realm for so long, exposed to the energies there, or if it was what HYDRA had done to him. Destroying his memories and making him forget all the evil acts he’d committed on their orders.

Bucky didn’t wait to question it. He’d fed, but he was still starving, and it would take a lot more than two feedings to sate him.

Returning to the rooftop and carefully holding the tabby cat against his chest, Bucky took off, vanishing in the night to search for his next meal.

He found it. And the next night, another meal. It continued like this for three nights, while during the day, he hid in the shadows in dilapidated, abandoned buildings. In that time, he remained in his true form, unable to hold his guise until the third night. It was like an atrophied muscle, unused for so long when it hadn’t been needed.

So when he was finally able to pass for human, or close enough when he found a large pair of rain boots to shove his claw feet into, he went to a local bar and hook-up spot. By that time, he’d found some clothes, ill-fitting but relatively clean. It didn’t matter what he looked like, as soon as he stepped into the bar, his pheromones did the trick, and someone was on his arm leading him toward the back door before he even had time to scope out the place.

This man was smaller, moved strangely like a dancer, and certainly not shy as he led Bucky past dirty dumpsters and piles of trash. Normally his targets weren’t so bold, but maybe he wanted to have a quick fuck before returning to his friends. Worked for Bucky.

It wasn’t until the man dragged him around the corner that unease prickled the back of Bucky’s neck. Something wasn’t right. Even a man confident in his abilities to defend himself wouldn’t go this far from the lights of the bar.

“Hey,” Bucky said. “Here’s fine. We don’t have to—“

Bucky smacked face-first into something invisible, hitting it so hard he bounced off it and fell backwards, sprawling on his ass. The snarl died in his throat as he saw the glowing orange runes underneath his body.

“What the hell?”

The man stood over him, his smile vanished and replaced by a serious frown. Bucky rose to his feet, heart hammering as more figures moved toward him from their hiding places in the shadows. Unlike the man who’d lured him out, they all wore robes that obscured their faces.

Bucky dropped into a crouch and dropped his guise, tail lashing as his wings arched over his head. He bared his teeth and growled low in his throat, glaring at the circle of figures with pure animal rage.

Only one organization knew about Bucky. And only one organization knew how to trap a demon.

HYDRA had found him.

Next Chapter

The next design in my queue is Sleekwhisker! She's a fun character, and it's nice to design a villain with that lighter yellow shade. ^^ If you can't tell, I had a lot of fun drawing that expression.

You can find the reverse side of her design here. I forgot to give her her face scars on there - oops - just pretend they're there.

For her physical description, Sleekwhisker is described as a sleek she-cat. I went with a lithe, sleek kinda look for her, with thick medium-ish fur. I used this photo of a Turkish Angora as a reference. I think the pose and expression fit her rather well. ^^ She's a rogue who's not afraid to train hard and fight hard, so I gave her quite a few scars.

For her pattern, Sleekwhisker is described as a yellow she-cat with green eyes. I made her a pointed tabby like her mother, with face stripes based off grandpa Rownanclaw - bit awkward that she ended up resembling the two cats she (probably) helped kill. XD She has a slightly lighter shade of grandma Tawnypelt's green eyes. I originally had her as a more saturated shade of yellow, but I was worried she looked a bit too much like Tree and Rootspring (I figured if Tree looked so much like such a bad part of Violetshine's past, it would've been remarked upon at least once), so I made her a bit more desaturated. I think she turned out pretty good.

Overall, I'm really happy with how this turned out.

Spirits, Ghosts and Cryptics

(This info was originally meant to be kept exclusive to my series bible "Guide to the Land's Star" but I've decided it would be fun to share this here too!)

The clans, like many societies, have other beings they believe in or pray to, such as certain spirits, ghosts, and cryptics. Here are the most famous among the Land's Star:

The Sun- This spirit is said to be the father of the ancient clans and of cats themselves. Cats also believe that he is the creator of all living things on the earth, though not necessarily the planet itself

The Moon- AKA Silverpelt. She is said to be the mother of the ancient clans, and of cats themselves. Clan cats believe she watches out for them, taking a rest only one day a lunar cycle for herself. She lets cats come to live within her pelt when they die in the mortal world so she can protect them for the rest of existence. This is where Starclan resides. Cats believe she is the being who gives prophecies for Starclan to relay, and casts judgement on those who arrive in the Twilight Passage. She's also believed to be the one to give out powers. This is the only divine spirit that Oceanclan wholeheartedly believes in, as the moon is believed to control the tides

Lionclan, Cheetahclan, Tigerclan, Leopardclan, and Lynxclan- Ancient clans said to exist long before cats were created. Their stories didn't come into existence until after the clans had formed. The names of these beings were coined by former kittypets who had learned of these big cats from magic vision boxes in their Twoleg dens. Each big cat represents one of the modern day clans: lion for Marshclan, cheetah for Grassclan, leopard for Treeclan, tiger for Oceanclan, and lynx for Mountainclan

Wisp Of The Mist- A ghost who's said to watch out for Mountainclan. She is a beautiful white cat with long glossy fur and bright silver eyes. Many Mountainclan cats believe she is a protector who looks out for the innocent and guides wandering kits to safety. Queens and apprentices especially believe in this entity, claiming to see her crouched in the darkest corner of their dens, or silhouetted against the moon when they're out hunting at night. It's said if one listens hard enough when patrolling through the mountains, you may be able to hear her speak to you; but only if you're pure of heart. It's common for kits to claim meeting this mysterious molly in dreams, or when returning to camp after sneaking away without permission.  No one knows exactly where this spirit comes from, but it's believed that Wisp is the soul of a cat who was alive during the time of the ancients, or around the time of the colonies

Church- A ghost of kittypet legend. Some housecats believe this spirit comes to guide the recently deceased to the stars, and teaches them how to be like their ancestors. This tom has no specific features, but its said a cat will recognize Church upon first meeting

Sea Breeze- A spirit who was alive as the clans were founded. She's said to be a silver and white tabby with long wavy fur which resembles waves. It's said that her spirit appears to those who are lost-moreso in a metaphorical sense than literal-so that she can guide them. This ghost is mostly believed in Oceanclan

Flowerlight- The first Den Mother of the Land's Star. Queens pray to this spirit in particular for guidance with parenthood, especially if they are raising their first litter. They also pray to her for protection of their litters against illness such as kitten cough and The Fade.

The Birch-Furred Monster- A gorgeous pale gray cat with spots on their fur that resemble the pattern of birch wood. They present themselves as a molly at first, to draw in toms (and molly attracted she-cats). Once she's reeled a victim in, she'll transform into a terrifying monster who consumes the cats she's enchanted

Ashensky- A vengeful spirit who seeks out unfaithful cats and lures them to their deaths. Legend has it this cat was cheated on in life, later sacrificing themself in battle to prove their love, of which would never be returned. Instead of resting in peace, they willingly returned to the living world as a ghost, seeking to write the wrong they had faced in their own lifetime. To those who's hearts have been broken, Ashensky is a saint whom they pray to and hope to meet. Meanwhile, those who think impurely about a cat who is not their mate will live in fear, hoping to never be tricked by this angry spirit. This cat has no set gender, as it changes to accommodate with their latest victim's romantic/sexual preference.

Skin Snatcher- a terrifying cryptic that's said to lurk within the fog. No one knows exactly what this creature is; sometimes it looks like a fox, another time it may look like a raccoon, a dog, or a cat. Occasionally it can stand upright like a Twoleg. It's most tell tale feature is its odd pink skin and bulging eyes. Stories say that if you're out lurking alone at night, and a dense fog rolls in, you might begin to be stalked by the Skin Snatcher. If it catches you, it will shred off your fur and steal your skin. The rest of your remains disappear, never to be found. Though this cryptic is mostly discussed as a means to scare kits and apprentices into staying in camp at night, it does continue to scare cats long into their adulthood. Many elders do believe this to be a real creature ((and it technically is! The legends are based on animals who have mange or some other type of skin problems which cause one to lose their fur))

Screech Beast- A monster said to be faster than the wind, and louder than anything a cat has ever heard. They're made of metal and are as large as two trees. Dead or injured Twolegs can often be found around it, partially digested, victims of it's carnage. Screech Beasts have been confirmed to exist, many years ago, but only one has ever been found and it was dead. Although there are rumors of cats seeing them alive, feasting upon Twolegs like prey in lines. But nobody in the Land's Star has seen one in recent generations. Though kittypets might occasionally mention them, referring to them as "air planes". They've tried on numerous occasions to convince the clans these monsters are the same beings as the odd loud birds they see flying in the sky every once in a while. But cats of the Land's Star consider them to be different species, as one is incredibly small and always out of reach.

@sad-sweet-cowboah Hope you don’t mind if I start a new post here, I don’t want to prolong the debate by doing this, but I still have some things to say and the other post is getting kind of ridiculous and is hard to reply to due to it’s length.  I’ll quote a few things from the original thread to keep it linked in reply and physically here for posterity.  [...I know it makes me seem suspicious but I have a habit of reading things without saving them, etc...] I appreciate that you wouldn’t keep track like that, who does? However, I can’t see any credit given to HOGO or her work on your blog/story before the original call out drama in 2019? Obviously you may have done that privately, but I know how fandoms work and there’s a lot of mutual backscratching in drama’s like this so it seems impossible to truly validate any of this independently, which is a shame. Perhaps it was my mistake, but when you said you’d been inspired by HOGO’s fics I assumed she’d written a full fic. I can’t find an actual chaptered fan fic following videogame Arthur in modern times from HOGO, and nothing of him in that setting by himself. It all seems to be involving the gang too, which is quite a different dynamic to what occurs in your series and Wish Upon. I can see how it would be difficult to keep track of HOGO’s posts, even if you were trying too, because I can see dozens of drabbles, but nothing as a titled fic you could keep track of.  I can also see why those little scenes and dialogs may have inspired you, but as I said I can’t see any credit for the inspiration as you claimed? Besides which, it’s all kind of a moot point, because I think the bigger issue seems to be less about the initial inspiration and more about the timing and direct comparisons that can be drawn between your series and Wish Upon.  [...I also included the-awkward-outlaw’s series as an example since you mentioned previously that it’s a “very niche” topic when it’s more popular than one would think. ...] Well, yes, it is now, but it wasn’t to begin with. Ever since the onset of this drama, I’ve only seen a tiny handful of attempts at covering Arthur in the modern world in a fic, which still makes it niche when you compare to the volume of repeated themes in Red Dead fics over all.  It was a completely non existent plotline (at least on AO3/FFNET) in October ‘18 through Jan ‘19, and the game had been out for three months already when @miss-oscurita published Wish Upon. Yet no one had stepped up to bring us a story covering the concept of video game Arthur alive in 2018/9.  The reason Wish Upon hooked me personally, was because it was completely different to the numerous “damsel in distress”, “highborn babe”, “tough outlaw chick” that were a dime a dozen. There was also several “modern reader goes back in time” stories too, but Wish Upon was the first incarnation of Arthur coming out of the game into the modern world, in an actual fic at least. No doubt the idea could have been circulating, but no one had actually taken the time to put it into an actual story to my knowledge.   Does that mean Oscurita should hold a monopoly on the idea? Of course not, but it does explain why anything that followed Wish Upon’s publication, including TOA’s recent works, will be bound to draw comparisons simply because Wish Upon was first on the scene to cover the topic, and as a result is likely the most well known version of it.  I think the real issue here isn’t who all’s covered Arthur living in modern times, it’s more the issue over the dynamic where the protag is familiar with him as a character, because the dynamic of the pairing and the story itself changes so much when it’s explored from that angle. The dynamic is also affected when the fic focuses only on the two main characters (as with the gang being in the modern world in HOGO’s concepts) especially when they are both aware he’s fictional that it’s really something that can only be done once, maybe twice at a push. And yes you’d have to be certifiable to believe ideas won’t overlap, I mean it’s going to be a really hollow story if you don’t cover things like Arthur using a microwave, or using a toothbrush and showering for the first time, or learning to drive, discovering movies and what not. However, from what I seen over the course of this matter, it seems the issue with it all lies in how and when these elements are explored in the story. I may be wrong, but I don’t think there’s ever been an issue raised with any other parts of your series beyond that of As We Meet, has there?  And the issues raised over the original instalment and the rewritten piece seemed to be because it essentially follows the exact pattern of Wish Upon’s first few chapters, as we’ve already discussed.

[... I’m 99% positive the catalyst was a h-o-g-o oneshot of Arthur discovering lingerie...]

Funny that you should mention discovering lingerie when @miss-oscurita’s most recent update included Arthur discovering modern underwear for the first time. I don’t recall in which of your stories he did that?

Just in the interest of being informed, I searched HOGO’s blog and found a chapter mentioning lingerie (which I assume is the one that inspired you?) but that in itself is a classic example of how the same idea can be done by two different people and still be complete different.

Which I’m sorry to say really only further highlights why the similarities in your opening chapters are such a cause for concern.

Regardless of the inspiration, if we list the similarities we have from the original piece, and the rewrite the issues are pretty clear. 

1) Young female gamer protag.

2) Modern day setting.

3) Both have adopted silver tabby cats.

4) Both have the backdrop of being alone on a stormy night.

5) Both involved with an event that brings Arthur out of the game.

6) Both aware of him as a fictional character before being a flesh and blood man.

4) Both immediately assume him to be an intruder.

5) Both think they are dreaming and pinch themselves.

6) Both use touch as a way to confirm he’s there in the flesh.

7) Both fics use the same name for animals.

8) Both fics almost immediately go on to explore Arthur showering, discovering cellphones, watching TV/movies, using a microwave, in almost the exact same order. 9) Both use some variation of the “my Arthur” device. 

Then in the rewrite you make changes to also include:

10) Both use his horse to confirm he’s ripped straight from the game.

11) Both use extremely similar types of names for the horses. 

12) Both work from home, for one reason or another.   Seeing it written out like that I can more understand why people have red flagged it, as it goes a bit beyond simply exploring the same concept as the likes of HOGO/TAO may be doing.  I mean it was bound to flare things up to include additional similar elements. What I don’t get is, knowing how toxic the fandom is, and that you’re under the microscope over this, why you didn’t take the rewrite as an opportunity to distance yourself from those similarities?  And if I’m brutally frank with you here, it does come across as a bit of “drama farming” when you know the consequences of similarities all too well. And what I still don’t get is how you’ve not managed to move away from these controversies?  I’m a lot of a loser, and have kept an eye on this drama since it began and I have to say when you interjected with the other drama around Wish Upon late last year, that came across to me as looking for drama, or at least being lead to it by someone else somewhere. I don’t know where you got the tip off for that, because the post wasn’t tagged and I only saw it due to following @miss-oscurita/you on my fandom account and the other writer in question was very new to the RDR fandom and likely didn’t have much of a following.  Add that to the poor wording on the announcements of your rewrites and you know, I’m sure it’s innocent on your part, but I can see why it doesn’t look good to others.  I mean I could easily believe you were trying to avoid making the stories similar and accidentally included the horse thing simply because your ideas and the ideas from Wish Upon merged, because unless you’re able to keep them firmly separate in your head it’s going to happen now you know of Wish Upon. If it was me, I’d be doing my best to not give anyone any more reason to throw shit at my house. Instead you’ve somehow managed to do the opposite. The rewrite was a missed opportunity to draw a line under all the past drama, and that’s disappointing to see as a reader and a writer too.  I do hope you manage to sort this all out, and that there’s no further public bashing over it all but now the seal is broken on it all it’ll be very hard to prevent the sharks smelling the tiniest drop of blood in the water. 

Wendell Wilkins

Ludo Bagman meets a peculiar man at a bar.

It seemed like a normal bar. A normal muggle bar. And he really needed some normal right now. Ludo figured it unlikely there was anyone from the Ministry waiting to arrest him in an Australian muggle bar, so he took a deep breath, and stepped inside.

He took a seat at one of the barstools and noticed his reflection staring right back at him. He observed his appearance from a few different angles in the mirror on the wall behind the bar. His self-transfiguration was holding up pretty well. The red tint of his hair still looked relatively natural, or at least, like a natural attempt at an amateur hair-dye job, which made him look even more like a muggle. His eyes were unrecognizably brown, and his stature was exactly the same, because he knew that a completely different appearance would look suspicious to a British Auror.

Ludo had gotten himself into quite a bit of trouble back in England. As it turns out, it's hard to hide magic from muggles, especially if you're married to one. Eleanor's gullibility only took her so far, and when she caught Ludo levitating objects around the house, he couldn't explain himself.

He did his best to convince her it was all in her head, but unfortunately, gaslighting her wasn't the savior to his marriage he'd hoped it would be. When he came home to find her standing in their empty home, bags packed, he knew he'd never see her again. So he pulled out his wand, and wiped himself from her memory, even though it broke his heart to do so.

He was almost relieved to receive that letter from the Ministry notifying him of his crime— breaking the statute of secrecy. He laughed when he read it. If that was the only crime they had records of, good on him. He wasn't concerned about getting caught, he was concerned that they finally knew his address after all these years. But he was grateful. It was the perfect excuse to flee the country, and finally leave the memories of his happy marriage behind him. Another fresh start.

"I'll have a Newcastle," said a familiar accent beside him.

Ludo stiffened in his seat. He wasn't expecting to hear another British accent in a Melbourne bar. The likelihood of randomly sitting next to an incognito Auror was so small, he convinced himself not to worry. At least not yet.

The man next to him appeared about ten years older than him. He had dark but greying hair, thick glasses, the appearance of someone who had just gotten off an airplane, and was trying to kill time before checking into a hotel. His clothes looked expensive, but it also looked like he hadn't changed them in days. It was a peculiar appearance.

"What's the name for the tab?" asked the barkeep.

The man next to Ludo paused before he answered. "Wilkins."

Fake name, thought Ludo. He would know, because he frequently had to pause in order to remember his alias of the day.

The man named 'Wilkins' accepted his Newcastle, thanked the barkeeper, and then pulled out a notebook from his bag. Ludo turned to observe the man more closely. The notepad was already covered in neat, tiny writing, and he squinted as he read it again, a thoughtful look on his face. Ludo thought it unlikely that he recognized him, and figured his best approach would be to make conversation with the man. Worst case scenario, he'd know quickly if he had to make a run for it. Best case, he'd find out the man really wasn't a British wizard in disguise.

"Did you just fly in from London?" asked Ludo.

The man turned to look at Ludo, eyeing him up and down before shaking his head. "Been here a few months. You're from England?"

Ludo nodded. "First time in Melbourne." He extended a hand toward the man. "Leo Wilson," he stated, offering a fake name.

The man looked him in the eye before accepting his handshake. "Wendell."

Wendell Wilkins, thought Ludo. It still sounded fake, but then again, so did Leo Wilson. "Nice to meet you, Wendell," he said with a nod. He turned back at the barman. "I'll have a Newcastle too."

When he had his drink in hand, he raised his glass to Wendell. "To England," he said. The two men clinked glasses and took a sip.

"What brings you to Melbourne?" asked Wendell.

Ludo shrugged. "A change of scenery," he said. "What about you?"

Wendell paused and took a long swig of his beer before he answered. "Honestly, I'm not sure. I guess me and my wife just wanted something new." Ludo narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the man. It sounded like he hadn't quite thought through his backstory. Wendell diverted the question expertly. "Do you have a wife?"

"Had."

An empathetic look crossed Wendell's face. "Sorry to hear that."

Ludo shrugged. "It happens. What about you?"

Wendell nodded. "Monica. But if it makes you feel any better, things with her haven't been great since we came to Australia."

This sparked Ludo's curiosity. "That's too bad," he said insincerely. "Problems with the ladies. That calls for another round, I believe." He had an ulterior motive of course. Maybe if Wendell drank just a little bit more, he would reveal whether or not he was a threat. He ordered them each a second beer, and the men toasted to their marital problems, and drank.

He listened intently as Wendell recounted his relationship issues. Evidently, things had just felt off between him and Monica since their arrival in Australia. They couldn't quite remember why they decided to move, and they argued about it constantly.

There were some weird things they couldn't explain, like the general fogginess, the forgetfulness, and the constant deja vu. They couldn't seem to agree about very simple aspects of their former lives, such as what town they used to live in, where they worked, and who their friends were. Something big seemed to be missing, and neither of them could put a finger on what it was.

They blamed it on each other, and assumed what was missing was passion. Love. They decided they had moved to Australia to reignite the missing flame of their marriage, but clearly, it wasn't working.

Wendell had other theories, but they didn't sit well with his wife. His theory was that something was missing from their lives, it had nothing to do with their marriage, and it wasn't an accident. Wendell thought something sinister was going on, but Monica thought he was crazy.

"Be honest," said Wendell after draining his second beer. "Do you think I'm crazy?"

Ludo motioned to the bartender to order a third round. "No, I don't think you're crazy."

It was true. Ludo didn't think Wendell was crazy at all. And unless Wendell was a particularly gifted actor, he definitely wasn't a wizard in disguise.

Wendell was a muggle. An obliviated muggle. Ludo was sure of it.

There was no recognition in Wendell's eyes as he talked about his past life. It was the same empty stare he saw in Eleanor after he wiped himself from her memory, and it broke his heart. Seeing that same fog in Wendell's expression broke his heart all over again.

"What's the notebook for?" asked Ludo, his curiosity getting the better of him.

Wendell looked hesitant at first, before sliding the notebook over toward Ludo. "Sometimes, when I drink, I remember things, and I write them all down. I draw them if there aren't words."

Ludo studied the writing on the page before him. At first, it looked like gibberish, but he started to decipher patterns in the letters. The letters "HJG" appeared over and over.

"What is HJG?" he asked.

Wendell glanced around him as if he was concerned someone would overhear him. He shifted closer to Ludo before he answered. "I think they are initials."

"Your initials?"

Wendell shook his head. "Although Wendell Wilkins doesn't feel like my real name, I've given up trying to remember my own initials. I think those were the initials that I was meant to forget."

Ludo scowled at the paper. He turned to a previous page, where Wendell had drawn a picture of a large orange tabby cat. He turned the page again, this time revealing four words in a slanted scrawl that repeated across the page.

Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus

Ludo felt his breath catch in his throat. "What does this mean?" he asked, although he knew perfectly well what it meant.

Wendell sighed. "It's Latin for 'never tickle a sleeping dragon'. It sounds mental, I know." He took another sip of his beer before shrugging. "It felt important."

It was important. Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus was the Hogwarts school motto. There was no way Wendell had written that down by coincidence. The motto was part of the school emblem, which appeared on the uniforms, the school post, and any memorabilia that a student might take home to their parents. Ludo remained certain that Wendell was a muggle, because even the most skilled obliviater couldn't wipe their own magic from someone's memory. There was only one other way Wendell would know the school motto.

"Wendell, do you have any children?"

Wendell sat up straight and looked Ludo in the eye. He appeared to study him, as if determining what answer he should give. He must have seen an earnest expression in Ludo because he eventually nodded. "A daughter. At least I think I do. I just can't quite remember."

They sat there in silence for a while. Ludo couldn't help but think about his wife— ex-wife, and wonder. Where did she go when she walked away from him with that blank stare in her eye? Did she have a notebook full of scribbles that hardly made sense to her? Was she currently sitting at a bar trying to remember her marriage? Was she also living in a constant fog, questioning her own sanity?

He had never once stopped to think about the lasting effects before he wiped her memory. Instead, he naively assumed it simply erased his problems, and moved on. But now, watching 'Wendell', sipping away at his third Newcastle, he was faced with a harsh reality. This man clearly hadn't been home in days. He looked like he hadn't slept in longer. He was three drinks deep on a weekday morning, scribbling nonsense into a notebook, and telling a complete stranger about his forgotten daughter. He clearly wasn't doing well.

Ludo was positive he'd never see Eleanor again. He'd never be able to help her. But maybe he could make up for that, by helping Wendell right now. He'd already broken the statute of secrecy once, what would be the harm in doing it again?

"Wendell, do you want to find her?"

He squinted at Ludo, assessing his seriousness. "That's what I've been trying to do."

Ludo nodded and looked straight at Wendell's somber, yet hopeful eyes. He took a deep breath. "I can help you."

Wendell narrowed his eyes skeptically. "How could you possibly help me?"

Ludo took another sip, as if to fill him with more courage. He was good at lying to muggles, but not telling the truth. He tried to ignore the feeling of foreboding that came over him, telling him that this was a bad idea. If he couldn't give the truth to Eleanor, he owed it to Wendell.

Wendell needed a friend, and so did he. This would be good.

"I can help you, because I'm a wizard. And I know what happened to you."

There was a prolonged silence. Ludo stared directly at his Newcastle, but he felt Wendell's eyes on him, burning a hole through him. He reluctantly turned to face him.

Wendell's expression was unreadable, but the blankness that characterized his eyes before had all but disappeared. His face was filled with recognition.

Was it hopefulness? Sadness? Shock? Ludo couldn't tell. After all, he didn't really know Wendell. He was a complete stranger. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything at all.

Then Wendell spoke softly and stiffly, as if it required a great effort to steady his voice. "You're capable of making people forget?"

Ludo sighed. Then nodded. "I'm also capable of helping them remember."

"Are you the one who did this to me?" he nearly whispered.

Ludo shook his head firmly. "No."

"Did you do this to your wife?"

Ludo froze, regretting sharing any information about Eleanor. Although he never answered affirmatively, his hesitation confirmed Wendell's suspicions.

"Shame on you."

"Wendell, just trust me—,"

"No!" Wendell shouted, loudly enough that a few people looked up. He looked around self-consciously and whispered, "I could never trust you."

Ludo studied him. Anger, and fear. That's the expression he read. He saw the same emotions on Eleanor's face right before he obliviated her.

"Everything ok here?" asked the barman, clearing both Ludo and Wendell's empty bottles.

"Yes," said Wendell, still glaring at Ludo.

"Ok then," said the man, before disappearing behind the bar.

"Don't talk to me anymore," said Wendell, who swiped his notebook back, and turned to face the bar.

Ludo could have left it at that. He should have left it at that. But his moral compass had never pointed due north, and he couldn't stand the thought of someone else knowing he was a criminal. Especially someone who didn't trust him. He was supposed to be in hiding.

Maybe he could fix it. He fished for his wand in his pocket, making sure to slip it almost entirely up his sleeve before pulling it out. He pointed his forearm toward Wendell, who must have felt Ludo's gaze on him, because he turned toward him.

Wendell's gaze drifted down to Ludo's sleeve, and his eyebrows shot up. "What the hell are you—"

"Obliviate," muttered Ludo, and he watched the anger and recognition fade from Wendell's eyes, and they were suddenly strangers again. Wendell turned back to the pages of his notebook, and ran his fingers over the words Draco Dormiens Nunquam Tittilandus. Ludo felt his stomach sink as he mourned the loss of a potential friendship. Part of him wanted to try again, because he really could help Wendell, and Wendell seemed just as lonely as Ludo. He opened his mouth to speak, and almost introduced himself for the second time.

But he didn't. Even though his moral compass wasn't always correct, it sometimes got close, and at this moment, it seemed like the right thing to do was to let Wendell be. So he held his tongue, and hoped he would find his daughter someday. Ludo fished his wallet out of his pocket, and left enough muggle money on the bar to cover Wendell's last three drinks.

"I'll have a Newcastle."

It was the last thing Ludo heard Wendell say, before he stood up, and left the bar.

Light Fingers Lore Post

Moon-Misers

Normal Moon-Milk is a poison they use to make their prey walk right into their mouth. It’s not meant to last for long.

Babies are rare, only born about once a decade! “A Moon-Miser can only be born when the stars align. It must also be coaxed from the womb with a Song of Birthing.” Once born it must be fed special nectar extracted from stalactites. Who knows what that’s made of! “At birth, Moon-Misers are wrapped in their mother's silk, forming a protective membrane while their carapaces develop.”

Here, have some NEAT Red Science quotes: “You are forging a new link of a great chain. This is the most impossible and unforgiving of occasions: the creation of something new. In this tent, you usher a brand new species from the vaults of possibility. You are spitting in the face of the gods. You are violating laws written in starlight before the world began.”

This is VERY important Lore: the baby has your eyes.

(If Baby is more human) As the zeppelin ascends, the Hybrid raises its voice in solemn song. As you listen, a thrill runs down your spine. For a moment, swept up in the song, you experience a vision: in your mind's eye, a blazing-bright king unites the tribes of the Starved Men under one banner, and harnesses the Moon-Misers as steeds. He leads his subjects on a crusade against the city below - a city that is no longer London, but that still harbours the Moon-King's greatest nemesis, now much embittered at the failure of its schemes. The resulting war will prove its final undoing.

Mr Fires

Is trying to bankrupt the Bazaar in a way. 

If it makes a bunch of fake love stories, that can trick Wines and Spices and the Bazaar, eventually the Bazaar won’t know what love is real and what isn’t, thus, hopefully, discouraging the Bazaar and the other Masters. 

“A bitter edge creeps into its sibilant voice. "Once a suitable love story is found, it’ll be the end of London. Can you imagine?" The lamp trembles in its hand. Its voice rises an octave. "The end of London! I couldn't bear it! I love this city. It's my sole comfort, the greatest joy I have discovered in all my centuries. I'd do anything to preserve it."

“In the longer term, the Hybrid's milk is the only thing that can save the city. Once seeded across the populace, all love stories will be rendered suspect. Any love, no matter how pure or moving, could simply be the symptoms of an aberration's venom. Love will be robbed of its allure. The Bazaar will not know which stories it can truly believe in."

"If my plan succeeds, the other Masters will abandon London as a failed venture." Mr Fires holds up its lamp; here at the bottom, the shelves are lined with leather-bound volumes. "They shall depart, and I shall make arrangements to preserve the city."

It is very defensive of what it did at the Orphanage, in a way that almost makes it sound like it's guilty. It does insist it would do it again, and it doesn’t care about the people, just London as a city. 

Confirmation Fires likes science. 

More evidence Masters can shapeshift to change their sizes and when they are upset, they have trouble staying small. 

Its very fucking excited to burn things down and upset Wines. 

(Giving the baby to Fires) "One day, London will be a city glutted with love," says Mr Fires, returning its gaze to the Hybrid. "Or at least, reliably-replicable facsimiles of it. The effect will be subtle. A modest adjustment, year on year. Wines won't suspect a thing until it is too late." It glances at you. "You and I, [Addressed As], have saved London today."

Boil of Calamities

Possibly the first Fingerking or at least a very very old and strong one.

Seven Heads like the statue at Irem. 

The Sun and the Spire that connects it are sacred places to the Fingerkings and the Boil protects them. “They may allow your kind to trespass across the rest of their kingdom, you slumbering oafs, you mortal morsels, but not here, not the hallowed spire. Insolence! Blasphemy!”

Huge coils that appear in the sky. Black scales, a knot of snakes or just one massive one. Like storm clouds with huge fangs. Tongues flicker like lightning.

It once took tributes and accepted people as servants but the the door to its Chamber seems long abandoned. 

The Chamber is found in the shadow of the Dome of Scales. “Inside is a cavern that smells faintly of spices: cinnamon, nutmeg, cardamon. Heavy silk banners hang from the walls, depicting battles between cats and serpents. Seven braziers burn merrily with viric fire. Plates of delicious-looking food have been set out: pomegranates, bloody steak, bunches of plump indigo grapes. At the centre sits a majestic basalt altar, carved with dozens of runes and symbols, a silver bowl waiting atop.”

If you make a Pact with the Boil, you must shed your skin. Don’t worry, there’s more skin under there. Better skin, you’re told. You peel yourself with a Ravenglass knife and it uses the same wording as in my Kingdom for A Pig and the Third City Deal :) 

“There is indeed new skin underneath. It is tender and dry, with the faintest silver sheen. The effect is subtle. Only a lover or a doctor would notice.”

“You look up to the Boil, your skin flashing silver, and bow deeply. The overbearing tangle of coils slips apart, separating, loosening. You find yourself breathing more easily.”

Court of Cats

The Duchess is capable of calling a meeting with the Court. 

They slew the seven daughters of the Boil. 

They have a spear made from a Fingerking’s fang that is capable of piercing the Skin of the Sun. However only cats are allowed to wield it. So if you want it you must become an Honorary Cat.

“The Lord High Seneschal pronounces you the 'Lyon Pursuivant of Arms Extraordinary,' officially a cat, and thus entitled to take possession of one of the cats' greatest trophies.”

“As they fall quiet, you ask why they have never wielded this spear against their enemies in the past? "Because cats do not have thumbs," says the Knight Marshall, with a haughty look.”

“Hephaesta draws back her Herculean arm and hurls the spear of the Sleeping King, putting every hard-wrung ounce of her strength behind the throw. It flies, like a shell from a cannon, cracking the Skin of the Sun and sinking a foot deep. At the point of impact, the glass buckles and twists and shrieks. Hephaesta and the tiger roar in triumph.”

“A great, hollow crack rings across Parabola. A shadow mars the cosmogone sunlight passes over the sun.”

Parabolan Sun (Not strictly Lore just from Light Fingers but Important)

Parabola was not always bright. It seemed to be in perpetual twilight before the Second City Sisters rose the Sun. 

“This is a place that is not. It was not always light, though once it was brighter. The sisters found it in twilight and in dreams. The night was thus sacred to the Second City. They would not be pursued here. The ushabti were created to help in the construction of the Palace. The Second City could have lived here forever.”

This also seems to imply there was no moon either, as the moon is a cat. It probably came with the Second City as well. "Look, there are patterns there, just like the surface's moon. Only... these don't resemble a man, or anything else so much as a cat, curled up asleep."

The Sisters of the Pharaoh (minus the Duchess) fled to Parabola when the Third City fell to avoid being killed. “We four survivors fled. One remained with the City, while I retreated here.”

"The Palace of the Rising was to be a refuge from the Masters and the Bazaar. A new sun was raised in the sky so the citizens might walk in light again.”

The thing is. The Sun was built with the help of what appears to be the God of the Fingerkings. "the Boil of Calamities, Lord of the Seething Sky, wept a drop of shining glass..."

The Boil protects the Sun and the Cats hate the Fingerkings. It seems the Four Sisters betrayed the Cats and their other sister, the Duchess, in order to make the Sun. "It also is the mother-father of the egg that is the Parabolan sun," adds a dark-faced tabby. Its reflection is that of a snarling puma. "Though others played a part in that, too." The Duchess' lips tighten.”

Physically: A huge glass dome held to the land by a stone pillar. Even the sky around the dome appears to be glass. (Interesting given how the Second City imprisoned the Masters was to cover the Neath in glass. From The Mind Of A Long Dead God: “Glass Walls Everywhere! They surround me. They reflect one realm inwards and keep me from the other. These barriers should be fluid!” Note that the Neath IS Storm’s corpse.)

NORTH

Rubbery Men plan to fly north. “They take off again in an instant, heading North, waving you farewell. Where do they ultimately hope to go? Again, it's impossible to tell. Perhaps they hope to find their way home.”

If baby is more Moon-Miser: As the zeppelin ascends, the Hybrid raises its voice in solemn song. A thrill runs down your spine. For a moment, swept up by the song, you experience a vision: a blazing-bright king of Moon-Misers leading its glimmering subjects on a pilgrimage across the roof and through a door far to the North. Below, in a city that is not London, the citizens point and murmur in fear as their false-stars crawl into the distance and blink out one by one, leaving only darkness behind.

Item Rewards

Lyon Pursuivant of Arms Extraordinary: For the purposes of having legal custody of a famous war trophy, you have been made an honorary cat, with the associated title, privileges, and dignities. [Affiliation; Shadowy +3, Persuasive +6, Dangerous +2, Respectable +1]

Tatterskin Shawl: Once, you offending the Boil of Calamities. To make amends you offered up your own skin as a gift. The Boil was thoughtful enough to return your old skin to you, though it no longer fits as snugly as it once did. [Clothing; Shadowy +6, Persuasive -2, Dreaded +1, Bizarre +1, Mithridacy +1]

A Loyal Nightmare of Poor Edward: You married what remained of Poor Edward. Now he is a nightmare, bound by the miser-milk to the dreams of the Orphanage. Sometimes, you visit him there. [Affiliation; Shadowy +2, Persuasive +1, Dreaded +1]

A Kitten-Sized Diamond, Liberated from the Mountain: It was torn from the Mountain that looms on the Elder Continent. If set near wounds, they heal. If left in one place for too long, flowers bloom around it. If left near lesser diamonds, they will hatch. [Home Comfort; Persuasive +10, Respectable +2, Artisan of the Red Science +1]

A False-Star of your Own: Above London, false-stars shine. One is your bastard child, a Hybrid, a diamond the size of a cow. It is a hundred times brighter than its fellows, a blazing pinpoint; every month or two, for just a few days, it passes directly over the city. For that brief period, London's gloom eases into a velvety twilight. (In addition to the stat advantages, this Companion allows you a unique opportunity while zailing.) [Companion; Watchful +6, Shadowy +12, Shapeling Arts +1, Bizarre +2]

The Mianitian Isles boys as cats because I can’t draw humans so I’m making a Warrior Cats au out of Mianite. In the next few days or so, I will start doing designs for the gods and Dec, as well as maybe the season one and two cast. Before I go into descriptions, the reason they don’t have their natural eye colours is becasue I thought it would fit their corresponding gods; blue eyes with Karl for Mianite, purple and green eyes with Jordan for Ianite and a red and purple eye with Tom for Dianite and Ianite (I know he denouced his loyalty to Dianite but it is as it is) 

Jordan’s design was the first one to be complete. He is essentially the tigerstar clone of the series; being a muscular dark brown tabby cat but unlike Tigerstar he’s nice. When I planned this au, I knew that I wanted to make him a tabby as I feel like it fits him well though its kind of generic.

Next design is Tom’s. Originally I wasn’t planning on him being a chimera, instead a silver tabby but since chimera cats have a very chaotic pattern, I thought it would fit Tom’s chaotic personality. To his lore in Mianite, I made him into a zombie cat to fit his minecraft skin though I may not draw him all the time with his zombie parts. 

Karl’s design was the last one to be finished. I had a hard time coming up with a design for him and was going to make him a lynx point but I didn’t like the design all too well so I went for something more simpler. Out of all the designs, Karl’s is definately the easiest to colour but that’s due to the lack of effort so his design may change over time.

15 questions tag~

1 : are you named after anyone ?

ok so long story short i’m named after the one guy from the godfather (sonny corleone) and i think that’s pretty fitting alskdfjsa

2 : when was the last time you cried ?

ok so i cried (aka teared up) over voltron like....10 hours ago....but if you mean like. full on sobbing? probably like...2 years ago. I don’t really cry

3 : do you have kids ?

no but i have a cat

4 : do you use sarcasm a lot ?

yeah aaa i need to break the habit though

5 : what’s the first thing you notice about a person ?

OK NOT TO BE CLICHE but im a linguist and i ALWAYS notice their lips/how they talk(speaking patterns) first. i find it neat ok....

6 : what’s your eye color ?

hazel, but more on the green spectrum

7 : scary movie or happy ending ?

scary movie but i do love a good ending:(

8 : any special talents ?

i’m pretty good at picking up languages, if that counts. i’ve never had to study spanish (((i was taught in an immersion class))) and i’m almost fluent! other than that i’m pretty flexible but yeah

9 : where were you born ?

pennsylvania (us)

10 : what are your hobbies ?

writing (poetry specifically), watching tv, learning languages, sketching ((i don’t say drawing because i NEVER do hard lines. sketch only.) and in theory reading but i haven’t read a book for fun in like 4 years...kinda sad. not that i don’t want to but aaaa. ALSO making lists. its fun

11 : do you have any pets ?

yeah ! we have a lot of pets but i have two cats. an orange tabby named sebby and a black and white tabby name bambam (i call him bambi tho)

12 : what sports do you play ?

i was on the swim team for a SECOND and it was really fun. also volleyball!

13 : how tall are you ?

171 cm / 5′7 

14 : favorite subject in school ?

spanish omg....or computer science. but of the four core subjects i’d ..have to go with science. i also like history. algebra wasfun tho...only algebra tho

15 : what’s your dream job ?

really want to be a translator or a computer scientist...but like if we are talking Far fetched dreams.......i want to own a bookshop (ignore the fact that i dont read tho thats unimportant)

i tag @niggadactyls, @loversatmidnight, @tuwuba, @stars-n-light, @kiwipitupandstir , and anyone else that wants to do it!!