#kits yap session

[kit4strophe]

she said the third book in the Grandest Game trilogy is the finale for TIG…. no more libbynash???? no more xanax (max+xander)??????? please jlb we got literally scraps for both. i beg of you at least write them a short novella or even just an extra scene for each in the last book. please i beg

[kit-screams-into-the-future]

was having trans marty thoughts again and i came to a realization about this scene

[heavens-roses]

Octocon and RAMCOA survivors

pt: octocon and RAMCOA survivors

cw: RAMCOA, number names

Felt I should share this as I haven't really seen it talked about in system or RAMCOA spaces. When you use Octocon your parts will be attached numbers to each part based off who was created first. While it's likely due to how to code the easiest. it is important to remember that if you are a survivor who has parts who were forced to be called a number, are a survivor who was called a number collectively/bodily, forced to refer to others as numbers or has any trauma related to number names please tread carefully.

I know as a survivor it can be extremely scary not being able to control your name or having anxieties related to not being called your number too. Please know you are not forced to use Octocon just because other people are using it. If plural kit or simply plural work best for you than keep using them. You do not need to switch over and risk your own mental health. Being a survivor who was dehumanized to numbers is horrible and whether you decide to reclaim your trauma or are healing by moving away from it know your triggers are valid.

Know you are never alone in healing your trauma and note this post is for education. This is not to bash in the creators of Octocon nor is it to tell you how to feel about the app/bot. At the end of the day how you find support with yourself is for only you and your system to decide. With thet being said do not interact with this post if you are pro/neu-endo / believe in any form of "plurality" outside of being trauma based. If you are a questioning system, a cdd system who is syscourse unaligned or apathetic you are more than welcome to repost and interact.

[cloudii-skiies]

me

[kit4strophe]

oh i’m dying aren’t i

“most tragic”

yeah i’m not surviving hannah and toby’s story

[com-i-cal]

Have you considered Aequitas kit? I’m just curious

the most i can say is that she buffs a single ally with her skill and replenishes energy for all allies with her ult at the price of losing some of her hp

i'm afraid my brain's not big enough to actually flesh out her kit more with percentages and numbers ^^"

[kit4strophe]

imagine how short TIG would be if avery had a gun and actually used it like, she’s rich enough to cover it up now so like. kill the bitch and move on girl, you have bigger problems to handle

[kit4strophe]

gOOOOOD I DIDNT EVEN THINK OF THIS

Screaming crying throwing up about the possibility of a “who did this to you?” scene in Nash and Libby’s story because of that one time she got hit by drake in tig

[dailyhmsw]

person who asked for any headcanons here YOUR YAP SESSIONS ARE SO COOL,,,

if u have anything else similar like for hheart thatd be cool,, I LIEK HEART,,,,, so creature,, ITS OKAY IF YOU DONT HAVE ANYTHING ITS FINE ITS JUST WHAT U SAY IS SO COOL TO ME,,, also i dont have any friends who wouldnlisten to my illness about these guys

HEART. the créature of all time. let's see here

alsothankyousomuch i really missed being able to yap about them!??OI#UG@YGLH:, im glad at least someone out there is enjoying it /silly

back when i was first getting into cccc, i always imagined that heart kept his blindfold on due to light and colours being overstimulating to him rather than him just being blind. i've since turned over to the blindness headcanon, but i still like the original idea i had.

the house pretty much never changes in layout and heart knows the place like the back of his hand. and if anything changes, he's told in advance so he has an easier time navigating. but otherwise heart doesn't really remember what the house looks like or what their furniture looks like, leaving him to try and fill in the gaps.

he remembers soul's vinyl wall in the living room just above their turntable and right next to the bookshelf. but he doesn't remember what bands are there, nor what books they own. it's been a long time since he's read anything and the stories he remembers have become twisted by his admittedly poor memory.

what's slightly more distressing is when he can't remember things more personal to him. he doesn't remember what darrell looks like. he knows he has a big comb for a hen, but he doesn't remember what colour his feathers are. he doesn't remember the colour of his own wings either. he doesn't remember what his drum kit looks like, he only knows the layout of it. he doesn't even remember what his own room looks like.

heart doesn't remember what mind and soul look like either. he knows they look like him, but he doesn't remember his own face either.

so in a way he misses those overwhelming colours and lights,,

[ashthewaterghoul]

Can I get some slightly spicy Mountain/Rain? 🙏🏻

I don't write a lot of spicy stuff so I hope this is okay. It was going to be a few hundred word drabble, but in true Ash fashion, I yapped.

"Good" - A Mountain/Rain One Shot

“Your little innocence act doesn’t work on me, Rain.” Mountain said, his voice finding residence low his throat.     “S- sorry, sir, I didn’t-“     “Didn’t what? Didn’t meant to drag yourself to my kit and start playing? I thought you were going to be good for me?” Mountain taunted, standing behind Rain and encasing him in his shadow.     “No! I am! I am good! Please, I’ll show you-“ Rain went to spin around, but Mountain’s hand locked firmly around his throat and stopped him from moving.

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Tags: Praise k!nk, like a smidge of choking, dom!Mountain, sub!Rain, instrument practice with a happy ending, spoiler it's fade to black bc I'm not up for writing full blown scenes yet but there is plenty of spice to make up for that (I hope), ends on a really corny joke so I'm just going to apologise for that now💀

For the love of Satan, MDNI

~~~

    Water and Earth got along like a house on fire. Water nourished the plants and the Earth carved out spaces for rivers and lakes and ponds. It was a glorious relationship in which they helped each other out.

    The same can be said Mountain and Rain.

    Not only did their Elements call to each other, but Mountain was the one who nutured for Rain after his summoning. Not only was if from necessity, but because Mountain’s stomach dropped at the skinny Water Ghoul shivering in the summoning circle. It ending up a happy coincidence that the two both were in the rhythm section of the Ghost project, and Rain’s spot on stage being one right next to Mountain. They were each other’s everything and often made their appreciation known to each other.

    But right now? Rain was bored.

    In fact, he was starfished out on the music room floor, his bass laying somewhere near to him. He’d been staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours as the little squeaks of Mountain’s tuning keys filled the room, where music once had.

    They often had little practice sessions with just the two of them. It was important that drum and bass locked in with each other so their music sounded the best it could. And they were never going to say ‘no’ to a bit of alone time.

    They were just going through the songs from Impera but they weren’t even halfway through Spillways before Mountain stopped, saying something was wrong with his kit. And so Rain sat down to wait. Then he slumped. Then he started lying down.

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    After Satan-fuck knows how long, the Earth Ghoul put his hardware down and sighed.

    “Done?” Rain asked, lifting his head and, yes, maybe he had his fingers crossed.

    “Yeah, I gotta go to the bathroom though.” Mountain replied as he stood.

    Rain groaned and flopped around so he was face-first into the ground.

    “So dramatic.” Mountain muttered, his eye-roll practically audible.

    “Fuck you.” Rain said, albeit muffled by the carpet.

    “Maybe later.” Mountain said.

    Rain was about to say something else but his voice was cut off into a groan as Mountain threaded his fingers into Rain’s waves and pulled his head up by his hair.

     “Is this the game we’re playing?” He whispered, low and almost threatening into Rain’s ear, “Because I can take as long as I want in the bathroom. Hell, I could go to the Clergy ones on the other side of the building. After that, maybe I want to try a new layout with my kit. Maybe my drums will fall out of their tuning again as I move them around and I’ll have to fuss with them all over again. So, I’ll ask you again, are we playing this game, Lilypad?”

    Rain’s brain was short-circuiting, and he mentally cursed himself for falling this easily. The two usually loved to fight over who (quite literally) came out on top and earn the submission of the other. But all Rain’s brain could think of right now was wanting to be Mount’s good boy.

    Rain shook his head as much as the strain on his neck would allow, biting back whimpers at the hold Mountain had on his scalp.

    “That won’t do, baby. Words. Let me hear my Syren’s gorgeous voice.” Mountain said in that same husky whisper.

    “No, sir.” Rain replied shakily.

    “Good.” Mountain said, purposefully avoiding the full phrase and gently lowering Rain’s head back down, “Wait in this room until I get back.”

    Rain had no chance to respond before Mountain was out the room. He groaned again as he curled in on himself, internally cursing how responsive his body was to Mount’s brief action. He also cursed himself for wearing the tightest pair of jeans he owned because now they were even tighter.

    He did his best not to palm his bulge, Mountain may not have said it but he knew there was the extra demand of “No touching”. It was always there and Rain didn’t even want to try so much as ghosting his pinky over his zipper. Somehow, Mountain always knew.

    What he didn’t say, however, was that Rain couldn’t move. So, he sat up and groaned as his back ached. There may be a carpet, but it was thinner than Rain’s patience and rough stone floors laid beneath it. As Rain stood, he caught sight of Mountain’s drum stool. He sat down on it and gave a few obligatory spins before facing the kit properly.

Well, Rain was still bored and now he was frustrated too. Mountain had taught Rain some drums over the years and so the Water Ghoul’s deft fingers reached out for the two sticks and started playing the simple grooves, fills and the like that he knew. He lost his shirt at one point and didn’t notice Mountain watching in the doorway.

    “Having fun?” The Earth Ghoul shouted over the noise.

    Rain froze like a deer in headlights and he scurried to put the sticks down where Mountain had left them. The Earth Ghoul chuckled and his unreadable expression made Rain shiver. Rain put his hands in his lap, carefully avoiding where he was still painfully hard, somehow even harder than he was before, and fixed his eyes firmly to the ground.

    “Your little innocence act doesn’t work on me, Rain.” Mountain said, his voice finding residence low his throat.

    “S- sorry, sir, I didn’t-“

    “Didn’t what? Didn’t meant to drag yourself to my kit and start playing? I thought you were going to be good for me?” Mountain taunted, standing behind Rain and encasing him in his shadow.

    “No! I am! I am good! Please, I’ll show you-“ Rain went to spin around, but Mountain’s hand locked firmly around his throat and stopped him from moving.

    Mountain’s fingers wriggled and adjusted slightly to make sure he had a safe hold on Rain’s gorgeous neck. Ghouls may be a lot stronger than humans, but there was still a right and wrong way to do this. And when Rain gave his signal of two taps of his tail against the ground, telling Mountain he was green, the Earth Ghoul got right back into it.

    Not loosening the hold Mountain had on Rain’s throat, he sank to his knees behind Rain and put his mouth right by the shell of the Water Ghoul’s ear, “You think you’re so good? I’ll need you to prove it.”

    “Please.” Rain got out, quite literally choked off, “Wanna be so good. Your good boy.”

    “One good thing, I suppose, is you’re already prepared for me.” Mountain said, running a hand along Rain’s dick print. Rain could feel his smirk as the Earth Ghoul squeezed Rain’s neck and cock at the same time.

    He wanted to moan or say something, but the hand on his throat simply forbade it. Rain was starting to see sparkles and gave one harsh tap with his tail to tell Mountain he needed to let go, and the Earth Ghoul did so immediately.

    “Fuck.” Rain gasped as he took lung-fulls of air. His jeans somehow grew even tighter and he was sure that the button was about to pop off them.

    “Stand up.” Mountain commanded as he did the same, again enveloping Rain in his shadow.

    Rain did so, wobbly slightly as he got his breath back. He tried to turn and face Mountain but a rough hand shoved his shoulder.

    “I didn’t tell you to do that, did I?” Mountain nearly snarled, “I thought you wanted to be good?”

    The push from Mountain made Rain nearly fall straight into the drum kit. But he managed to catch himself, hands braced on the high tom. He shuddered and knew he’d played right into Mountain’s hand when the Earth Ghoul let out a chuckle at the stance Rain had landed in.

    “Maybe you are good.” Mountain said contemplatively, kicking his stool out the way and pressing his own clothed bulge against Rain’s clothed ass, “You look so eager like this. Practically begging for it.”

    Rain was close to fully begging. But thankfully he didn’t have to as saw Mountain’s t-shirt land in a heap over one of the cymbals. Mountain used a hand on each of them to get both of their flies open and pushed Rain’s jeans down with his underwear before his own. Rain groaned in anticipation when that heavy appendage landed with a slap on his lower back.

    It was definitely going to take them a while to get back to their practice session. But of course, it’s important for drum and bass to properly lock in with each other so their music sounded the best it could.

A/n: Syren herself has picked up and wrote a chapter 2 where we do indeed see Mountain wrecking Rain over the drum kit…

[kit4strophe]

him memorizing the way she moves? i’m never getting over him

“The way you stand,” he continued mercilessly, “one foot slightly in front of the other. The way you lift your heels off the ground when you’re deep in thought, like it’s everything you can do not to rise all the way to the tips of your toes. The spread of your fingers when your hands hang loose by your side. The lines of your body when you stretch those hands overhead.”

“Believe me, Lyra Kane.” Grayson’s voice was deeper now. “You never stopped dancing.”

[cloudii-skiies]

this MIGHT be me ⁉️

me in another universe fr fr

[com-i-cal]

After seeing the battle voice lines you made for Aequitas and knowing that she's harmony, what do you have in mind for her game mechanics to be? And if you thought that far ahead, what would the animations somewhat look like?

i'm one of the least meta players out there, so i can't give anything technical BUT

for her basic attack i'm set on the idea of her throwing a gavel at the target like a throwing axe

her skill buffs one ally (type of buff is tbd)

her ult replenishes all allies' energy, but maybe at the expense of her hp

her ultimate visual would be her reading her notes in a book up close

then zooms out to show the giant ass balance scale behind her, and it’s tipping to show the rest of the team in one of the tray pan things

she’s also looking up at the scale at the rest of the team as the tray tips

andd some bonus visuals i also thought of but don’t really fit anywhere rn:

she summons a giant gavel and slams it down on the enemy

she summons a lady justice statue and its a sort of stand user jojo thing

[kit4strophe]

me when i make TIG content for tiktok but no one there gets it like you guys do 💔

[kit4strophe]

my baby

A sloth? 🦥

AHHH anyway baby Xander is such a cutie patootie 🥰

[saltsongwc]

That Reedshine post made me think... Does Mapleshade have any sway with either Tiger or Spotted, like with Tiger in his book? How does the DarkForest work in your AU actually? I love how you portray the afterlives!

-🐻

We start the year with another Sal yap session about Starclan and the Dark Forest (yippie) (no art I need a while to put my headcanons into art)

No training in the dark forest (imagine blaming your antagonists action on "The Devil made me do it" (boring implementation in Warrior cats tbh)).

First and foremost question to answer: Is Starclan omnipresent AND omniscient or just omnipresent? The answer: Omnipresent, meaning they can see everything everywhere but don't know everything (they are after all ancestors limited to what they knew in life and the collective experience of each other, which gives the air but they are unpredictable in actually being able to tell the consequences of the future)

I see them working a lot like a buroucracy, meaning that while it works, it's not necessarely efficient, or good, but it is simple.

I also imagine that their appearance changes over time, a bit of the "When a cat is forgetten they fade away" except I like my other wordly presence to contain just a bit of horror in its eternaty, cats that are forgotten become another one with the stars, another whisper in the amalgamation that is the Starclan conciousness, the omens you receive, that too intelligent mouse you catch, the fox that spared you, they are everywhere and it is as natural as your body returning to the earth.

They can separate themselves from the amalgamation when they wish, they just look very, unpersonal for the average newly deceased cat, all starry pelt, hazened eyes, they ignore the passage of time because a day has become a second, so they seem cruel to many but are just, apathetic (they are the cloudy effect that is described in Spottedstar's 9 lives ceremony, when a Starclan cat is being whispered to they connect for a moment to the amalgamate)

So what does that mean for the Dark Forest?

In my mind, the way the Dark Forest works is as another part of Starclan, not a separation. Dark Forest cats are sent there because they have committed horrible crimes in the eyes of Starclan, would actively have done damage to the clans, or chose to walk the starless path for self punishment.

They cannot harm living cats, but they can go into their dreams, though this takes significant skill and time to learn AND use so must don't do it. Spottedstar is the only one that does it a lot. It's more often they escape the forest and wander among the living, but they are not like Starclan cats, so the common cat can't see them even if they try and they can't make themselves known. Medicine cats however can, and yes it is terrifying for them (often they confuse the visage of a Dark Forest cat for an actual warning from Starclan).

Cats in the Dark Forest can't die, but it certainly comes a time where they can't be considered ghosts anymore, be it they become forgotten and never repented, or they fade into the amalgamate if they do (they enter the rivers and drown), when they are forgotten, they become another tree in the forest, interwinded into its trunk, a final rest to their wandering souls (who walk alone the starless skies). But they still whisper, in your dreams they craawl, the nightmares you forget, is their rest truly a rest? You can never forget them.

And now a tangent about legendary cats (aka Inmortalized warriors just by word of mouth (they are not necessarily all good, but they are))

Mapleshade is very old by even Starclan standards, she's the tale you tale the kits so they never play by the river, she's the horrible story you share in apprentice dens before you go to sleep, she's a legend in the clans and she remains between the forests, so old the trees bow around her (she's even witnesssed many of them form from first appearing to their final rest). She's become so engrained in clan culture even her tale is being debated, actions by others questioned, many claiming she never actually existed and it's just a tall tale to get restless kits to behave (and a funny warning to scare cheating mates "Look out or Mapleshade will get you"). Every so often, you'll feel eyes piercing you by the corner of your gaze, the calico she-cat a ghost behind you.

Mapleshade appears in the forest as large, carrying her wet pelt and muddied, bloody, she cannot enter the river to rest (she has survived the currents of life), she's aggressive, she's explosive, she weeps and cries and curses the stars and everyone but her, she cannot see the storm for what is only the drops of tears in her eyes.

Shadowstar is ancient, older than the trees, than the two-legs, she and the founders manifest like separation from the amalgamation, like a living shadow, her stars are not hers but of thousand of clanmates before and after her, she is the swamp and pines, green-leaf season, she appears tall and eternal overlooking Starclan in the nightsky.

Moth Flight is thousand of wings, they hide her and she floats, only a visible eye. The wings are crystals, and she shines, she's separated from others, she is the prophecies and dreams, the hopeful, the fool.

Spottedstar, despite being young in the forest, is bones and pelts, her heart bleeds down on her paws, she's tied to her kin in the way a curse is, she's the remainder and the dreams that she enters are her kin's, because she'll never be gone to them, never can abandon her though must wish, she's cunning, planning, she's plotting her return, the trees laughs but she'll show them, she'll show them all.

Tangent over.

Have I thought about how this impacts PO3 and OTA? Nope! But I hope you enjoy my thoughts