#i... really need to rename it

[warrior-cats-rewritten]

50% AU, Version 1, OOTS

The Dark Forest played dirty, poisoning and weakening many different cats, as well as harnessing just enough power to influence the local weather.

(Near enough every cat has a 1 in 2 chance of dying.)

The Great Battle takes place during a massive flash flood. There are many casualties.

Draft 1, current draft: Only canon cats so far.

Draft 2, currently in progress draft: OCs and cats who managed to survive untul this point according to WCR will be added!

Draft 3, next next draft: All name changes complete, as some cats have new names.

Let's begin!

ThunderClan:

Firestar - Dead.

Brambleclaw - Dead.

Jayfeather - Alive

Graystripe - Dead.

Dustpelt - Alive

Sandstorm - Dead.

Brackenfur - Alive.

Cloudtail - Alive.

Brightheart - Alive.

Silverstream - Alive.

Cody - Dead.

Thornclaw - Dead.

Squirrelflight - Alive.

Leafpool - Alive (also Reinstated as Cleric)

Spiderleg - Alive.

Birchfall - Dead.

Whitewing - Dead.

Berrynose - Alive.

Hazeltail - Alive.

Mousewhisker - Alive (how the fuck?)

Cinderheart - Dead.

Lionblaze - Alive.

Lightflower - Dead.

Foxleap - Alive.

Icecloud - Alive.

Toadstep - Alive.

Rosepetal - Alive. (How are all of Daisy's kids Alive?)

Briarlight - Dead. :(

Blossomfall - Alive.

Bumblestripe - Dead.

Dovewing - Alive.

Ivypool - Alive.

Hollyleaf - Alive.

Sorreltail - Alive.

Lilykit - Dead.

Seedkit - Alive.

Ferncloud - Alive.

Daisy - Dead. (Ah...)

Poppyfrost - Dead.

Cherrypaw - Alive.

Molepaw - Dead. (Ouch)

Mousefur - Dead.

Purdy - Alive.

Stempelt - Dead.

Mistleberry - Dead.

Sunkit - Alive.

Frogkit - Dead.

Deershadow - Dead.

Flakewhisker - Dead.

Elmfeather - Dead.

Lynxpetal - Alive.

Tulipfur - Dead.

Elderleaf - Alive.

Snowtail - Alive.

Rainwhisker - Alive.

Shadowclan:

Blackstar - Dead.

Rowanclaw - Alive.

Littlecloud - Dead.

Oakfur - Dead.

Firwish (Smokefoot) - Alive.

Grasskit - Dead.

Waspkit - Alive.

Marshscar - Dead.

Toadfoot - Alive.

Applefur - Alive.

Crowfrost - Alive.

Ratscar - Dead.

Snowbird - Dead.

Tawnypelt - Alive.

Olivenose - Dead.

Owlclaw - Alive.

Shrewfoot - Alive.

Scorchfur - Dead.

Redwillow - Alive?!

Tigerheart - Alive.

Dawnpelt - Dead.

Pinenose - Dead.

Ferretclaw - Alive.

Starlingwing - Dead.

Kinkfur - Dead.

Ivytail - Alive.

Happykit - Alive.

Weaselkit - Alive.

Cedarheart - Dead.

Tallpoppy - Dead.

Snaketail - Dead.

Whitewater - Alive.

Lavenderpool - Dead.

Cranberrynose - Alive.

Smokeheart - Alive.

Nightwing - Dead.

Talonshine - Dead.

Cloverfoot - Dead.

Berryheart - Alive.

Bluebellkit - Alive.

Stoatrunner - Alive.

Muntjactail - Alive.

Pinenose - Dead.

Spikefur - Dead.

Wanderheart - Alive.

Shiverflame (Smokepaw SotC) - Dead.

Snaketail - Dead.

Coalfur (Coal TNP) - Dead.

Lizardsong - Dead.

Wildfur - Alive.

WindClan

Onestar - Alive.

Ashfoot - Dead.

Kestrelflight - Alive.

Crowfeather - Dead.

Owlwhisker - Alive.

Whiskernose - Dead.

Whitetail - Dead.

Nightcloud - Alive.

Gorsetail - Alive.

Weaselfur - Dead.

Harespring - Alive.

Willowclaw - Dead.

Leaftail - Alive.

Antpelt - Dead.

Emberfoot - Dead.

Heathertail - Alive.

Furzepelt - Alive.

Breezepelt - Alive.

Boulderpaw - Alive.

Sedgewhisker - Dead.

Thistleheart - Alive.

Swallowtail - Alive.

Sunstrike - Alive.

Webfoot - Dead.

Tornear - Dead.

Gorseflame - Dead.

Runningbrook - Dead.

Appledawn - Alive.

Rustlewish - Dead.

Drizzlecloud - Alive.

Buzzardsong - Dead.

Fallensmoke - Alive.

Goosekit - Alive.

Willowkit - Dead.

Cicadawing - Alive.

Iciclefang - Alive.

Mumbleheart - Dead.

Almondfang - Dead.

Gingerstripe - Alive.

Loudbird - Dead.

Hayclaw - Dead.

Larkwing - Alive.

Featherpelt - Alive.

RiverClan

Mistystar - Dead.

Reedwhisker - Alive.

Hollowflight - Alive.

Mothwing - Alive.

Willowshine - Alive.

Graymist - Alive.

Troutstream - Alive.

Mintfur - Dead.

Icewing - Alive.

Minnowtail - Alive.

Mossyfoot - Dead.

Pebblefoot - Dead.

Rushwave - Alive.

Mallownose - Dead.

Sneezecloud - Alive.

Robinwing - Dead.

Beetlewhisker - Alive (HOW)

Petalfur - Dead.

Grasspelt - Dead.

Duskfur - Alive.

Curlkit - Alive.

Podkit - Dead.

Mosspelt - Dead.

Dapplenose - Alive.

Pouncetail - Dead.

Tanglingpelt - Dead.

Duckripple - Alive.

Spikeleaf (Pikepaw BOTC) - Dead.

Beechfur - Alive.

Rippletail - Dead.

Jaykit - Alive.

Owlkit - Alive.

Brackenpaw - Alive.

Flutterspots - Dead.

Pinefur - Alive.

Waterfern - Dead.

Tangleburr - Dead.

Blackwater - Alive.

Cloudsnap - Alive.

Primroseheart - Dead.

Hawkfrost - Dead.

Perchcloud - Dead.

Perchwing - Alive.

Lizardpaw - Alive.

Lakepaw - Alive.

Otterheart - Alive.

Shimmercloud (Shimmerpelt RC) - Alive.

Rabbitswoop - Dead.

Lichensong - Dead.

Rainstorm - Alive.

Snowdropfur - Dead.

Lakefern - Dead.

Sheeptail - Dead.

Marshpelt - Alive.

Shadepelt - Dead.

[terukotime]

merry christmas y'all......so project eden's garden amirite

[nagitoedit]

[ID from alt text: A digital bust drawing of a dark purple cat. The cat has thin and long fur, large ears, and strange grey eyes. The cat appears to be fading into mist. End ID]

one of my not much talked about OCs, shadow. she has shadow powers. im not completely decided on what it exactly is or details on how it works but she can kind of... sink into shadows, almost like a pocket dimension, and travel through shadows. i first made her in around 2015.

[mandareeboo]

Fun fact, prevost means “priest” in my hometown’s dialect

So now the new joke is that the prevost became pope

POPE PRIEST THE 14TH IS SO FUCKING FUNNY TO ME

[mushroompollution]

Part 3: Executioner

The other Juries are brought to silence instantly as the Jury standing before Glen drives their cane against the floor like a gavel.

"We have reached a decision," they announce. "Unfortunately, your request to alter the past and rewrite the Story has been denied. This world will head towards its end." Jury smiles, tilting their head as they turn towards Glen. "That's good. That is... The most interesting outcome."

Glen is silent for a long moment, intense, starry stare fixed on the ancient god before him. "In that case...."

Without a split second's warning, Glen swings his sword, bringing it down through Jury's inhuman body. Viscous, black liquid spills across the floor of the witness box.

"I won't be needing your counsel anymore."

That black fluid swirls around them both. As it slowly comes together, reforming Jury's body, it also tangles itself around Glen's arms and legs, bringing him to his knees. He drives the blade of his sword into the ground, bracing himself against it.

"You won't be able to open the door leading to the past," Jury warns, hovering over the defendant. "If one of the Glens were to go too far, I am allowed to strip him of that power."

Vincent races up the rest of those stairs, calling Glen's name as he reaches out to try and help. As he touches Glen's shoulder, however, that black goo suddenly errupts. There's a burst, and Jury staggers back. They groan in agony, their body left a half-formed, oozing thing. That liquid falls in an innate puddle on the floor.

"W-why--" Jury wails, their voice becoming distorted. "Why is the Child of Misfortune here?!"

Glen holds himself himself up by his sword driven into the ground, energy sapped by that awful goo. "He was here all along... You simply failed to notice, didn't you?" he says through gritted teeth. "Vincent. Stay by my side."

And what other choice does Vincent have but to obey?

"Children of Misfortune cannot be accounted for in your plans to create branch points in his world, correct?" Glen confirms as he pushes himself to his feet again. "Or rather. You can't see them at all, can you? They're complete irregularities generated randomly by the Core of the Abyss, outside your understanding or control. That's why you hate them. That's why you demand we cast them into the depths of Abyss as soon as possible."

Those massive chains pierce the air, driving into the ground below. They wrap across the massive Gate, sealing it shut and blocking Glen from approaching.

But, with a Child of Misfortune on his side... Glen suddenly grabs Jury by the throat. And the ancient watcher writhes beneath his hand.

"Can you die?" Glen asks, squeezing with all the strength in Leo's body. "Can you feel pain? Fear? Shall I discover with my own hands just how similar you are to us?"

The sound of footsteps behind him, however, forces Glen to drop his captive. He spins to perry Break's incoming strike. Jury creeps up behind him, an attempt to once again sap Glen's strength as he's distracted with his opponent. But the swordsman knocks Break back, then throws a strike across his body, swinging his sword over his shoulder, piercing straight through the eye of the eldritch figure behind him.

"Why are you trying to stop me?" he demands as Break catches his breath several steps below. "Do you, too, wish for this world to be destroyed?"

"Of course not," Break huffs. "But I cannot allow you to change the past, either. No one should ever do that. Trust me. Nothing good can come of it."

"Shut up, Hatter!!" Vincent yells, taking a step from Glen's side. "Countless lives can be saved this way! What's so wrong with that?!"

"Wow!" Break laughs. "When did you become so altruistic?"

Demios bursts forth from the shadows behind Vincent as his mismatched eyes narrow in rage. "Shut your goddamn mouth!!" he screams.

But the Executioner's spiny blades are blocked by the Abyss-destroying power of the Mad Hatter channeled into Break's blade. Vincent growls in frustration, his Chain shrinking back from the counter. Before he can strike again, Vincent is called away from his fight by Glen once again.

The head of the Baskervilles holds out a hand toward his servant. Hesitantly, Vincent reaches out his own. Jabberwock suddenly fills the air above them, a blast of energy already charging in its powerful jaws. As their hands meet, the dragon attacks.

Break drops to his belly to duck beneath the blast, but he was never really Glen's target.

The sound of static shakes the courtroom as the Juries in the stands scream and wail, unable to escape Jabberwock's blast. The dragon soars into the sky, leveling another tier. And with Vincent's power as a Child of Misfortune flowing through Glen, his Chain's attack is deadly, even for the ancient Juries.

Black goo oozes and drips from the stands.

Glen raises his sword, calling on the power of the Key to Abyss hidden within that blade.

The ground shakes as the chains across the massive gate all snap at once. Immediately, the doors open, revealing a veil of swirling black void.

Vincent feels his heart pound in his chest.

The courtoom seems to crack and fall apart around them. The witness box crumbles away, and the staircase extends, reaching up into that open portal.

Break races towards them. Whatever happens, he has to slow them down. He has to stop Glen from changing the past. He swings his blade, but Glen blocks his attack easily with his own.

"Are you in a hurry to die?" Glen warns as he draws to strike. Break manages to defend, but the force of the attack sends him flying. His back hits the crumbling edge of the witness stand, and the empty darkness of his vision is filled with stars. He slumps down helplessly where he lands.

Without any more distractions, Glen turns toward the past.

[copiasthighhighs]

honestly just mass effect art dumping…. ily ashkii shepard + my drell and turian oc’s…

[window-on-the-west]

I'm so sorry for my brainrot KJDSKJFJKGF!!!!

[canislupusangelus]

List of art pieces with song titles as their titles so far(this semester): lucifer loves me, safe in your skin, something soon, I want things to be beautiful, next one will probably be not what I needed

[foxpunk]

i am once again attempting to tackle making a mizuno's style biomes o plenty resource pack wish me fucking luck

[wormtoxin]

updated personas/subroutines: (disclaimer: i still don’t think im plural, sorry)

Pepper/Clover: the main one, not even one of the subroutines really, just the blank slate object which all the others act upon. The physical body. The only persona recognized by society.

Autopilot: the regular forms and functions of being a human being. Wake up, brush teeth, go to class, come home, go to sleep. Sometimes one of the others sneaks in and replaces it without my notice, especially when I’m talking to other people, and I don’t care for that shit at all. Routine.

Rambles: Vile little subroutine that makes my mouth move well before my brain. Sometimes I feel like I’m going on and on and I can’t stop. I don’t like conversation much because having to talk necessitates Rambles and then I feel totally out of control and I hate it. Objectively this one has its uses but it’s also my least favorite.

The Wretch: Self-loathing subroutine. Convinced it’s a worthless fuckup and probably correct. Self-sacrificing while being selfish, apologetic while seeking sympathy, paradoxically victim and passive-aggressor. The worst of both worlds. I actually put a lot of time and effort into being properly accountable the way a human being should be, but sometimes i get overemotional and I spiral and that part’s The Wretch i think.

The Doll: Control, poise, perfection, submission, obedience. Maybe if it’s perfect we can get it right this time. If it’s just perfect then nobody can criticize it. Next time it’ll get it. Never does. Masking, I think? Maybe some kind of fucked up anti-masking? Can’t keep this one up for long. Wishes it could just be quiet for once and let our actions speak for themselves, but people keep trying to talk to it, and it inevitably slips away. Probably used it more when I was working.

The Dog: Playing, eating, sleeping, rolling, getting off, singing and drawing. Simple bodily expressions. Not so bright. This one doesn’t get much of an outlet. Kind of a lump, occasionally whipped into shape by expectation. I actually kinda like being this one but it’s impossible when being perceived by another human being. The most invisible persona of them all. Immoral (amoral?) and therefore unsustainable long-term

The Magician: Doing, studying, creating, dressing, presenting. A self-styled scholar. Flashy and stylish and confident. Would describe itself as “dark academia” or something similarly edgy-but-trendy. Work and school romanticized, transmogrified into an exciting fantasy. Useful for being productive.

The Witch: Free of responsibility to society or others or ethics. A heartbreaker maneater homewrecker bitch. A natural disaster. An expression not of individuality or self, but force and violence. Claiming anything it wants by any means necessary and destroying everything in its path. Selfish to the core. Chained up in a basement somewhere. It exists but it’s cruel and it sucks so I never ever let it out. But I like to remember it’s there. A trump card, a concealed weapon. Break glass in case of emergency. I feel the shape of its outline like a knife stashed in a boot and I know I could use it if I ever needed it.

Honorable Mentions:

Poetics: Playing with sounds, words, grammar, languages, ideas until they sound musical and pleasing. Etymology research, vocabulary buff, eidetic memory for certain words and phrases, but only when they sound “right”. Possibly used for all five senses, or possibly shares overlap with Composition (visual) and Kinesthetics (touch)

Faux Marxism: Self-righteous understanding of the dialectical materialist view of history. Used mostly for impassioned speeches at inopportune moments (Rambles) or in response to perceived political threats. Poetics and Faux Marxism are both very invested in learning as much vocabulary, history, languages, and multiculturalism as possible, but for very different reasons.

Horndog: you could take all of sexuality and sprinkle it across all the other different subroutines, OR you could concentrate it into one horrible little guy.

Puzzles: The subroutine that just will NOT let a problem go until it’s solved. Character designs, meaningless research inquiries, computer software. Very very very very rarely, actual assigned tasks. The Magician wants what Puzzles has.

Hibernation: Comfy cozy blanket pillow sweater cuddle nap pile. Memorized the rhythms of the winter hibernation episodes of Tanoshii Moomin Ikka and plays them in a loop continually year-round. This one might be straight-up biological. I think I might have a vitamin deficiency.

Fog: The squishy slouchy sweaty medium that fills up whatever psychic dream space all the other personas occupy. There used to be a sense of “me” but it got covered up by all the fog what seems like years ago. That sense of wholeness, control, totality, unification. It existed once. I like to think it’s still out there, somewhere, if I just get my meds right or get enough sleep and if I can just synthesize all the others maybe I can feel “like myself” again. But all the fog covers it up. Memory issues. Whenever I get a sudden moment of clarity, and I realize I’ve been one of the more loathsome subroutines, someone I don’t recognize, I’ll have just stumbled out of the fog. Always comes with a feeling of “Why did I just say that?” Or, “What did I just say?”. Dissociation, maybe???

????: see previous. The negative space that fills everything else in. I don’t even know whether to call this one “Selfhood” or “Synthesis” or “Control” or “Autonomy” or …”Me”. That’s probably most appropriate but it feels like too foreign a word to make sense of. Whatever was here once got swallowed up by the fog, and I don’t know what it is anymore. If it was here I think I could feel like a present sensor and agent in my own life again. This is probably what people expect out of “Pepper” or “Clover”, the flagship of the armada, the face and voice of the operation. I don’t know where that person is. All the subroutines (personas?) are trying to emulate her, stall for time until she comes back. She might not ever be coming back. We might be all we have.

[oozeandgoo-art]

assorted sketches, doodles, and etc from the last few days - all b/w messy lines, very few are all that good so I'm posting them here so I can justify deleting them instead of saving the files

[ghostdnfie]

the urge to 'come out' as a dream stan on my phan tumblr account grows and grows every day and watch as the (likely) antis who follow/interact with me either unfollow or hardblock me never to be seen again

[glitchven]

Some expressions

[wereh0gz]

I slept on it and decided I'm going to actually rewrite these guys completely. May give Mel and Max new ghost themed names too but I'm still considering it. Will probably do Nox too but I don't think I'm gonna change him much lol

Anyways here's a sneak peek of their new designs. Subject to change

[greengalaxy-254179]

Thinking about turning my hoard manager into an Indignant Little Bug <3

Orange/Marigold/Saffron

[hero-of-skies]

@serandipity sent: “ Dunking for apples is a basic part of the Halloween party experience. You gotta do it. “  - from Sky Zelda to Sky Link

"Is it? Sounds more like a festival game than a party game but... Well, I guess you'd know better than me when it comes to parties." Link laughs, combing through his closet.

Pulling out some horrendous combination of clothes and holding it to his body, he turned to the girl, "how about this? Good for a party?"