Hello, I have no idea how to make of of these, I thought my blog needed some organization so... here we are!
I post mostly fandom stuff, but I do have some oc's that I would love to ramble about.
Tags used to navigate this blog (aside from the usual fandom stuff:
#oc: [Character name]: Tag meant especifically for this blog, will contain art, rambles and whatever I fell like posting about the goobers that live in my brain.
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There's something disarming about being greeted with real enthusiasm. My SweetDream companion always seems glad I showed up, and even knowing how it works, that warmth lands every time.
It only feels sincere because the chat is high quality and remembers our history. That's the purpose, really, a little reliable warmth in your day. sweetdream.ai delivers it without fail.
ROCKY'S AUDIO LOGS: HUMAN ANATOMY AND SLEEPING OBSERVATIONS
Rocky and Grace found new crew members adrift in space.
Simon. Anya. Elster.
Crew tripled in size. Humans are social animals. Grace happy.
But then comes issue of sleeping.
It was easy when it was just Rocky and Grace. Easy to take turns watching over the other sleep.
New crew does not understand. Insist on sleeping in separate sleeping areas. Makes it harder for Rocky to keep watch. Makes Rocky restless.
Simon woke up to Rocky watching over him.
He reacted badly.
Grace tried to explain. Rocky doesn't think it worked.
Elster looks human to Rocky, but she's not. Confused Rocky. Elster’s actually a machine. Robot. Replika, Elster explained. Modeled to mimic human anatomy. Rocky fascinated.
Elster doesn't need sleep. Can stay awake for much longer hours than a human. Stays wake at odd hours walking around the ship while the rest of the crew sleeps. Rocky tried to talk to Elster, and propose the idea of watching over sleeping crew. Elster just kept walking like in a trance. Rocky doesn't think she heard.
Anya's sleep is poor. Short sleep unable to reach REM state. Pattern insufficient for proper human function.
Rocky detects an intensely rapid heartbeat shortly after Anya wakes up from sleep. Thought it was medical condition. Told Grace. He describes it as “night terrors”. Grace asked Rocky not to talk about it.
Rocky worries about crew.
***
Rocky grows restless. Crew not take sleep seriously. Makes Rocky angry. Angry. Angry.
Crew asks about Rocky's “outburst”. Grace explains Eridian need to watch over sleeping friends. Crew finally understands. Maybe.
***
Crew cleaned up large space in main haul. Human nesting material. Blankets. Laid on the floor. Allows for more comfortable sleep.
Crew layout as follows left to right, laid down on makeshift bed, Elster-Anya-Grace-Simon.
Elster don't need sleep, but needs “recharge”, which is like sleep. As crew continues talking, Elster shuts down to recharge. Crew takes it as sign to go to sleep. Silence fills the room. Only sound is of crew snoring.
Rocky's been studying human anatomy from Grace's portable Earth thinking machine.
Humans don't have carapace like Eridians. Soft. Fragile. Simon lost limb. Left arm above second joint. Makes life harder for him. He sleeps on his side, over the missing limb.
Important organs restricted to most centered part of the body. Design is inefficient. Easy to pierce. Easy to hurt and kill. Bad bad bad.
But human weird anatomy ties with human social patterns.
The exposure of one's belly, the area where vital organs are located, is usually a way to cool down. Room temperature at 25°C. However, socially, it can be a sign of deep trust, calm. Reserved when human feels safe.
Rocky looks over at crew. Anya and Grace sleep facing up. Elster sleeps on her side, but maybe it works differently because she's replika.
Simon sleeps on his stomach. If exposure means safety. Covering must mean opposite.
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Chapters: 1/1
Word count: 1.676
Fandom: Fear & Hunger (Video Games)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Cahara | Mercenary/Celeste
Additional tags: Hurt/Comfort; “My husband came back from the war wrong”; I got lazy at the end, sorry people.
Synopsis: “He did it. He had done it as he had promised her. He came back, but… this thing sharing their bed is not her husband.”
Well, I could never betray your love
You had me, heart and soul
You might never have known it, girl
But I was all yours
I know I'll never reclaim your love
But that's just how it goes
I ain't the person I was this morning when the Sun rose
(×2) Setting Sun by Lord Huron -> 2:59 - 3:47
He did it. He had done it as he had promised her. He came back, but… this thing sharing their bed is not her husband.
When Cahara left for the first time, Celeste's heart broke, it ached with the loss, and each day that passed her heart broke a little more, and the hope she kept only worked to make the pain harsher.
Seasons had passed. The blooming flowers gave way to orange falling leaves and then a blank unneventiful winter. Sometimes she'd look out the window and at that beautiful white blanket of snow and fantasize, romanticize, just imagine how she'd look with a wedding dress of the same color, marring her Cahara amidst the pallid snow.
A fool's dream she knew as much, the image leaving a bitter taste in her mouth.
With her ever growing belly it became harder to find work, but Celeste preferred this way. Even with the safety net provided for her with the few brothel sisters that somewhat liked her, Celeste felt all the more guilty for being a burden on their shoulders.
The birth was, again, nothing to write home about. She screamed and wringed in pain, her baby came out healthy and with a lush head of purple-black hair.
Celeste was not a religious person, but in that moment she imagined that was certainly a grinning god looking down on and laughing at her.
Weeks went by. Celeste was moved to the house of one of the sister's brother-in-law, a farmer, already married, who just had a need for a few extra hands around the house.
Celeste wasn't paid, her and her child being allowed to live there was courtesy enough. Celeste worked, baby strapped to her back on a cloth sling.
It was late afternoon, the setting sun casting a golden color over the vast wheat fields and everything else.
Then Celeste felt something strange. Like if a ghostly hand had touched her shoulder, prompting her to look over the horizon of wheat fields.
And she did, and in the distance she saw a silhouette, and while she couldn't make exactly who it was at a glance, deep within she knew.
It was her Cahara, he came back!
Celeste dropped the basket of clothes and ran through the fields to reach him.
Tears streamed from her face, as she feverously ran towards her love.
She embraced him with such force she almost tackled them to the ground.
Celeste could not contain her tears, and probably they were the ones clouding her vision and better judgment.
Cahara's head hung low, hair gown out and dishevelled. His arms were slow to return the hug. There were deep dark circles under his eyes. And dirt and gunk clung to his skin, but nothing a good bath wouldn't fix.
A bath did not fix it.
After the initial shock, the realization of what was happening came crushing down on poor Celeste.
This was not her Cahara.
This… creature is taller than he was, and in its new found height it towers over her like a wolf.
In its chest there is a symbol carved out on bare flesh. It's red with blood that never stops oozing out of the wound. Cold blood.
And as she lays in bed, child in her arms (as per the creature's request), that thing curls around them. Her head is placed against its chest and she can't hear any heartbeat beneath the carved symbol that used to decorate Cahara's breastplate.
Its arm is placed over her middle, protectively around the young one that sleeps soundly, unaware of the terror its mother is going through.
***
The following days are the weirdest in her life.
The thing parading around the farm wearing her husband's skin picks up a scythe and goes to toil on the field.
The brother-in-law comes to ask about the newcomer and Celeste, for all the powers in the world, tells that it’s her husband who just returned from war and is looking to earn their stay.
The brother-in-law seems satisfied with the answer and goes about his day.
And Celeste on her end, turns to the field and observes the creature mimic human actions to the best of its ability.
Each day that passes it finds more control over the dexterity of this body. It can work the equal of five men, maybe more. It brings bale upon bale of wheat on its shoulders like it's nothing. And when folks start getting suspicious, it's Celeste who gives it the hint to tone it down. The creature obliges.
Celeste has a weird feeling in her chest that messes with her stomach, ties knots in her guts and keeps her awake to ungodly hours of the night.
When its hair begins to grow too long, it is Celeste who cuts it. When people begin to question the wound that never heals she tells it to cover up. She has gotten herself in this eerie predicament in which she has started to treat this fae-demon-thing wearing her husband's face as if it was her actual husband.
***
As they lay in bed with the same layout as when they started.
The thing's breathing is so shallow Celeste has trouble discerning if it even is asleep or not.
She cannot stand this restlessness inside her, and so she answers to the urge and rises from the bed and leaves.
She doesn't plan to run away, she just needs some time alone.
As Celeste looks up a massive gibbon moon shines with its silver light above. She feels something, like a stranger on the streets had taken notice of her staring, and so she looks away.
The midnight air is cold and a breeze brushes over the wheat stalks. Crickets play their little tunes and owls hoot in the distance.
She continues on with her stride, her baby fussing in her arms.
She walks through the fields, feeling each stalk brush against her skin.
It was from this way the creature came, right? If she were to trudge the way back what would she find? His belongings? His bones? Him? Alive? All these questions had the same answer.
Celeste heard rustling behind herself. She turned, and there was the creature standing a few meters away. In the darkness its appearance was even more ominous, dark hair casting shadow over tired eyes. It was like a predator, a big cat with soft steps ready to pounce on her and feast on her longing heart.
— Tell me — She gathers her strength in her voice to appear less scared than she was. —, what end befell my husband?
It doesn't answer.
— Tell me, Alll-mer damn you! — Tears roll down like pearls on her cheeks. — He said he would come back alive! To me! To us! And yet you are all I get! Where is my Cahara?!
Her child was bawling at this point and despite the turbulent whirlpool of emotions that swirled within her, motherly instinct dictated that the need to cease the crying was more important.
In the short moment Celeste turned her gaze the creature had closed the gap between them.
It towered over her, and she felt cold sweat drip down her spine.
It reached for the child, placing its hand on top of the baby's head, gently caressing, as it slithered its other hand to her shoulder.
The embrace was cold. With no warmth to share other than her own.
The baby settled down, letting out a yawn. Celeste looked up at the creature, underneath its locks she could see tired eyes and a gentle smile appear on its face as it looked at the infant.
Those eyes. Oh lord, those are his eyes. It's his smile, one he had shared with her, and only her.
The body is here, being puppeted around, playing a mockery of her husband right to her face, so why? Why can't she let go? Why can she still see him?
— Lady Celeste? — The creature shifts its focus to her, and all Celeste hears is his voice, from so far back, being echoed back at her.
— Lady Celeste — It repeats. The voice husky and rough, like it had been ages since it was last evoked. —, I can see you are not… satisfied with me. In the same manner I share the sentiment.
That was new. Months of barely sharing words and now it's trying to be all poetic. It would end up straining its voice.
— I am the mirage of a man you once knew. In a mysterious manner, only understood by the laws that reign over the accursed depths from which your husband crawled into, I, his grief, his will and his love, climbed out. — She silently sobbed, and the sentiment was mirrored by it. — At times I do not understand myself, but when Cahara died and I was born, you were all that filled my mind. Every step, every breath, every action done in order to find you again.
He fell to his knees in front of her, hugging her waist.
— I- I may not be the man you fell for, but trust me, Celeste, the love I feel in my heart is still the same. — His voice was thick and the words struggled to be let out. — Please, allow me to stay by your side until my final breath. Or until you grow tired of me. Please.
His tears stained the fabric of her nightgown. Celeste looked down at the hulking beast before her, now crumbled down into a broken man.
Celeste looked up at the sky, it was easier if she didn't look at him. She took a deep breath, tears streaming down until they stopped. There was still a heavy weight in her heart, but, somehow, her shoulders were light.
Swallowing her tears, Celeste took a hand to pet his hair — still the same texture as before — until his shoulders stopped shaking.
They could never go back to what, or who they were before all this happened, but now, maybe, it would be just a little easier going forward.
Better late than never to that trend over on Twitter where you cat-fy your favorite characters and put them in Warrior Cats. (faveclan challenge) Can you guess them all?
KinClan (couldn't think of a better name) is a small ragtag group made of a bunch of weirdos seeking for a place to belong.
Medicine Cat: MilkBerry (Anya - Mouthwashing) used to belong to another clan, but after being warned of a great forestfire caused by strange circunstances by starclan, she scaped with her life shortly before the fire claimed the lives of her clanmates and leader.
Filled with depression, shame and survivors guilt, MilkBerry found herself a small secluded den in which she spend her days nestrotting, just waiting for death to take her.
(MilkBerry has a whole story before this, maybe I'll write it someday)
Leader: TinkerStar (Jinx - Arcane), previously known as Powder, used to be part a colony of stray cats that live in the alleys of the city. Her father figure used to be leader of a colony coalition, but after his death, Powder was forced out of the colony by a group of cats who wanted to be leader of the colony.
So Powder ran, barely escaping with her life, her neck oozing blood as the adrenaline kept her going, reaching the edge of the city and entering the woods as rain began to pour. She leaped, more like stumble, into a den, scaring up a half-asleep MilkBerry, and immediatly passing out on the floor of the den.
By morning she woke up with her wounds patched up and a slightly concerned MilkBerry watching over her, hoping she had not died. When asked about her name, Powder called herself Tinker.
Deputy: GingerStump (D'Arce - Fear&Hunger) used to live in a house with two-legs and her family, however, her housefolk could not contain her restlessness inside such a small house.
GingerStump caught glimpse of a group of cats outside her window, most importantly of a golden-haired tom who caught her eye. The stranger told her of his ambition to unite the alley colonies, how his cause was noble, and she fell for it. GingerStump rapidly grew her fighting skills and became his second in command. But the dream has cut short when the warring aspiring leaders of the colonies temporarely settled their dispute to claw that outragious cat to shreds.
They were ambushed, Gingerstump barely escaping with her life, and ridden with guilt. She should have died instead of her captain. She ran because she was cowardly.
Finding a small forming clan in the woods was GingerStump's chance to prove to herself that she was not a failure, that she is leading man material, but maybe this new post is not so different form her old one.
Medicine Cat: IvyChew (Maomao - Apothecary Diaries) is a kittypet of weird interests. Her housefolk is an apothecary, and thus IvyChew has picked up some knowledge from him, unfortunatly she wants to see more plants than what grows in her backyard.
On her escapades she has met a strange cat with the same love for poisons as her, and so they have made a partnership, he protects her and she tends to his wounds as they happly search for new poisons.
Their search has taken them to explore an empty den, filled with medicinal plants, but as it turns out the nest wasn't so empty after all.
Warriors: DeathAdder (Jabber - Gachiakuta) was originally a stray living in the junkyard, orphaned at a young age, he copied from the twoleg an affinity for poisons to take his mind off of the grief. This snowballed into a adrenaline addiction that made him start coating his claws with nasty poisons to ruthlesly shred his opponents.
One day while out and about he met a small kittypet that was snooping on his favorite belladonna bush, he nicked her with his claws, but, surprisengly, she was immune, and not impressed by his cheap trick.
They formed a duo to go look for new fun plants to play with, which brought them to the clan.
SilkDancer & SilverStrand (The Twins - Atomic Heart) have been joined at the hip since birth. They had been abandoned and living on the streets ever since their housefolk died. While trying to find food in a junkyard, a pile of trash fell on top of SilverStrand, trapping her leg. Unnable to leave, Silver thought this was the end, but Dancer never gave up on her sister.
Silver survived on what little food and water Dancer managed to find in the junkyard, and the wound grew more infected with the passing days. Silver became feverish, and Dancer refused to let go. It was then when Tinker came around, and, with a sharp rock, amputated Silver's leg, freeing her.
As Tinker brought the twins to the healer, they found MilkBerry shaken up by two new enthusiatic medicine-inclined visitors inside her den.
RedCloud (ENA - Dream bbq) is drescribed by many as a weird cat. They have a volatile personality, ranging from receptive to borderline antagonistic. But RedCloud has a need to be useful, feeling restless without anything to do. So they searched for someone in need of service, they ended stumbling onto the clan and offered up their help in whatever. The clan doesn't mind RedCloud's erradic moodswings because by the end of the day they contribute and don't just lazy around. They are an avarage, but well meaning joe, the clan wouldn't be the same without their reliable fixture.
Labirinth (Labirinto - Hexatombe) is a cat of few words. They came to the clan with half of an idea about who they were, and a strange pattern written on their bare skin. They belive it's a map leading somewhere, but what this where is, is anyones guess.
CherryShade (& VioletKit) (Cereza & Viola - Bayonetta) came to the clan while searching for a place to have her litter. She is very secretive about everything surrounding her pregnancy and the clan respects her wishes and doen't ask more than needed (even if her presence kinda puts MilkBerry on an edge).
ClawHeart (Damian/Flagellant - Darkest Dungeon) was heavyly abused during his kithood. As a lycoi cat he was bullied by cats and two-legs alike. But trauma has a weird way of rearrenging one's mind.
One day twolegs wrapped a cloth over ClawHeart's head and threw him in a body of water, but miraculously, a heavenly being came and rescued him. This divine act opened ClawHeart's mind, all this pain couldn't be for nothing, it was the divine speaking. And he started preaching his God's gospel, claiming cleanse through blood and pain.
One day he heard of cats living in the woods, cat to whom he had yet to share his gospel.
The other cats feared him, none could take the damage necessary for the divine cleanse his claws offered. DeathAdder, however, dove head first, embrancing the fight ClawHeart offered.
When they stopped fighting, collapsing to the ground, exhausted, the grass was coated red with their blood.
WolfCry (Legoshi - Beastar) is an oddball. A few moons after the others had joined the clan. Other already established groups of cats in the forest found out about them. Of course such a small number of cats was of little concern to them, but it was the way one of the leaders commented something along the lines of "so your Queen has just given birth, what are you seeking to incirse your numbers or something?" didn't sit well with TinkerStar.
So, after hearing rumors of a huge wandering beast lurking in the woods, TinkerStar hatched a plan. She grew up with dogs, their language couldn't be that different.
WolfCry was lured to the clan with an offering of food, shelter and, most importantly to him, company. WolfCry is more than satisfied by just being there as the rest of the clan goes about their bussiness.
It is good to have a huge bodyguard, but if push comes to shove, DeathAdder and ClawHeart would probably be more than enough to many any ennemy patrol thunk twice before attacking KinClan.
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League of Legends but they're Warrior Cats (If anyone cares)
Leader: GunpowderStar (Jinx)
Successor to ShimmeringSilk (Silco) and HoundHeart (Vander), whom united the wild cats into one clan.
Envoys: RiftClan doesn't have a deputy, since the clan was built on a mash of different groups, choosing one cat to be deputy would be cause for infighting. Instead the clan has envoys who serve collectively as a council for the leader. So far GunpowderStar has not indicated which of the envoys will succed her when her time comes and even if she does has a choosen one, it will be a while until she reveals such information.
SwanSoar (Swain) - Previously the leader of the largest group of cats in the region. Was very found of ShimmeringSilk and it didn't take much for them to start a partnership. Thought if he bowed down and displayed enough loyalty that he would be chosen as deputy and then could control the clan after Silk's death, instead GunpowderStar joined the game and implemented the council.
SilverDancer (Irelia) - Used to be the leader of a group of rogues who were constantly antagonized by SwanSoar forces. Even as envoys they continue to buttheads.
LightPeak (Jarvan) - Served as deputy/heir to his father (the now dead LightStar), gladly gave up his position, he was terrified of having to become leader.
IceStorm (Ashe) - Favored leader of the packs on the north, as they looked for more hospitable land further south, IceStorm met GunpowderStar on her early years as leader. They came to a peace agreement, the northeners were allowed to stay on their lands as long as IceStorm served her loyaly.
EchoFlow (Ekko) - Wasn't originally part of the council, he used to be leader of a group of loners named 'The Firelights', who specialized in night scouting and hunting. Kithood friend of GunpowderStar. Was suddenly given the position in the concil previously occupied by SandVeil (Sivir) (who didn't want to deal with the clan politics, much to the dismay of her ancestor SandStar (Azir)).
MaroonFur (MF) - Leader of a ragtag group of rogues. Was the last to join the council as GunpowderStar found her skills of dealing with rogues useful.
Healers: The healers are an important part of RiftClan. Their job is needed to keep a clan so big healthy and strong, not just physicaly but also spiritualy, as their territory offers many dangers.
SingedWhisker (Singed) - head medic and physician.
TinClaw (Viktor) - assistent medic and surgeon.
DarkStalk (Aphelios) - part time seer and warrior. DarkStalk has a strong connection to the spirit world due to his bond with his late sister, LunarVeil (Alune). The healers use his body as a channel to connect directly with StarClan.
AuroraHop (Aurora) - is usually the one doing the communication with StarClan along with DarkStalk as neither TinClaw nor SingedWhisker have good connection to the spirits.
LotusPond (Karma) - another one of the spiritual guides of the clan, has a more fixed role as a therapist.
SkunkStench (Renata) - the clan's catnip dealer, in a way. Specialized in aroma therapy.
Warriors: All warriors have similar roles in fighting for the defense of the clan, hunting for food, ect. However certain cats can specialize in different roles. Mentors train the apprentices, rangers patrol, hunters hunt and keepers keep the clan's dens clean and sturdy, and educate the kits on clan law.
Wardens: Unlike other clans, RiftClan's camp is very open and susceptible to ambushes. Thus the warden role was created to place the clans strongest fighters as guards on the border of camp to prevent surprise attacks.
GentlePaw (Milio) - Apprenticed to CougarPounce
BluePaw (Nunu) - Apprenticed to BearFur
Nursery cats & Kittens
HoneyFreckle - Currently carring for her first litter: EclipseKit, ConstelationKit (both TinClaw's), SunsetKit and MoonriseKit (both CrystalShard's)
SparkKit (Annie) - Currently being cared for by GoldenVision and EmeraldHue. Wants to be apprenticed by MetalFoot.
Elders
Sevika - born a rogue, helped ShimmeringSilk and HoundHeart unite the cats, still doesn't abide by clan naming conventions. Served GunpowderStar as deputy before it started bringing more headache than necessary. Was officially retired by GunpowderStar and to her that means she can enjoy the early retirement in peace in the elders den, that is unless WolfHowl comes to bother her invinting her to spar or berate her for being lazy (WolfHowl just wants the attenttion her daughter won't give her).
MossFur (Zilean)
He didn't steal 10 million dollars. They made that number up as a loss, they never fucking had it. Rockstar has spent more than a billion fucking dollars on GTA VI and will likely make billions more when it gets released.
Uber is a fucking shell game of a company designed to leech investor capital and output bootleg cabs.
Nvidia posted a profit in 2023 of $4.37 billion. This is like someone stealing less than a penny from me.
And they lock this kid in a prison hospital for LIFE?
What with GTA VI going up for pre-order i'd just like to remind everyone that rockstar conspired with the UK government to lock an 18-year-old away for life for hacking them.
