#the crepuscular traveler

[pierogish]

@tomezeme's original characters in my interpretation! thank you for letting me take a sneak peek of your writing project and create something for this story <3

[panoramicireland]

Sunset as Storm Gerrit races across Ireland - Crepuscular rays at sunset.

Here, a flooded landscape with water levels rising rapidly, covering ground passable just the day before as sunset approaches along with crepuscular rays in the colourful but ominous sky.

Storm Gerrit has brought severe winds, flooding and downed trees across Ireland as well as snow across parts of Scotland.

It's one of my favourite places, not just for photography but also just to stand, sit and experience all the weather that the west of Ireland can hit you with.

[reallyniceskies]

Lovely crepuscular rays, March 2024

[perdido]

Only the two of us together, flying hi...

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[ihopesocomic]

That "everything My Pride got wrong about lions" list you mentioned in one of previous asks? Would love to actually see that 👀

We don't have an exact "list" per se but here's the main things that spring to mind that are shown in MP that are factually incorrect:

Prides are led by a single male and no other male may have control of the pride: incorrect. Prides can and will consist of more than one male and males will sometimes team up to run out the resident male or males.

Lions can bite through a rival's mane: a lion's mane is like thick, fluffy armour that protects the throat and it absolutely cannot be penetrated in the manner like Quick did with Starmane. This is why lions actually opt to attack the face, the back, or the hips.

Lionesses do not defend their cubs from rogue males: lionesses absolutely do defend their cubs from males, including those that are related to them by blood, such as the father. They're very protective mothers. There's even reports of lionesses running their cubs away from the pride and hiding them so the rogue male cannot find them.

Lions are active during the day: lions are actually crepuscular and more active at dawn, dusk and at night for the African nights are cooler and present better hunting opportunities. They tend to rest during the day. I know there are instances where this isn't the case, but that just comes with being opportunistic hunters. They will also hunt during storms, uilitising the weather to their advantage. Hence why Travellers have names related to the weather. We just thought it was a cool fact.

Lions have slit pupils: lions, like all big cats, have round pupils. There are theories as to why this is, but at the end of the day, only domestic cats have slit pupils.

Male lions are called manes: Yes, we know that this is a xenofiction thing and MP has every right to adopt their own vocabulary, but people literally think that male lions in a pride are called "manes" and male lions not in a pride are called "no-manes". So apparently it needs to be said that male lions are simply called lions, and females are lionesses.

Tsavo lions are a subspecies of lions that do not develop full manes: So, this appears to be a misconception that some MP fans have walked away with and I just want to correct the record on this. Tsavo lions are not a subspecies of the African lion. They are named after the geographical location where maneless lions are more apparent, because geography and environment seems to have an effect on how a lion's mane forms. Lions are sensitive to heat, so the hotter a region is, the less likely a mane is to form. The Tsavo region is known to be hot and dry and this is why lions there have problems developing a full mane. Genetics is also theorised to play a role. Such a thing has also been observed in West African regions and Ancient Egyptian art has also depicted maneless lions. It's also worth noting that Asiatic lions also have smaller manes than their African counterparts due to Asia having a hotter climate. This is why some of our characters like Fade and Larkspur do not have full manes. Both of them have either been raised in a desert region or a region adjacent to a desert and the heat has affected them developing a full mane. So, Moonstrike being described as a Tsavo lion was completely pointless and confusing. I can only assume it was Tribble trying to flex her lion knowledge but she also didn't even bother to explore why exactly Tsavo has a connection to maneless lions, thus fans assuming that the lack of a mane is down to Moonstrike being part of some sort of subspecies. I'm probably missing some things out but this is what I have so far. - RJ

[casualsnickers]

all my homies hate rendering rocks

this went from being an anatomy check to a full-blown reference sheet that took over a week to finish. i really wanted to make a solid guide for drawing my pmd oc that followed function over aesthetic and thusly, this monstrosity of a canvas was born.

there's a ton of info that the sheet references but doesn't fully explain so i'll add it below in case anybody is interested

*Written from the perspective of a pokemon researcher*

Arms & Legs: variant's limbs are very similar to the Feraligatr/ Totodile lineage but with more flexibility than the Kantonian species. variant can move on all fours but they cannot run or sprint while doing so. leaping is fine. variant has a running gait most similar to the Archeops lineage. variant also has an opposable thumb on each appendage but it is mostly used for climbing and grasping onto cliff faces.

Face: variant observed to have varying facial structures; vast majority tend to have gently sloping muzzles with forward-facing eyes. horns are a good indicator of inherited nature, but they do not seem to serve a purpose (?)

Eyes: variant tends to have poor eyesight; males live almost entirely underground- females occasionally go onto the surface to establish territory so their vision is ever-so-slightly better. variant has superb night vision and also possess a third eyelid.

Mouth: variant developed a set of teeth for grabbing and tearing. females possess a full set of canines (presumably due to matriarchal setup) and all teeth are serrated. rotten flesh and leftover food sticks around in the mouth; bites almost always become infected.

Sounds/Cry: a low, rumbling, growling sound is typical; no growling but can hiss (spitting has only been observed once). sound travels for a far distance.

Temperament: hostile (?) males will investigate but never attack; females will attack without hesitation. variant demonstrates crepuscular traits (active during dawn, dusk, and possibly during moody weather).

Skin/Ability: variant has dry skin/scales. variant has been observed to expel steam and flames through their tail and vertebral spines. heat is not enough to sustain a burn unless incredibly agitated. "scales" along face and back appear to be cosmetic and have been observed to be used for defense. can easily be broken off.

Tail: variant's tail can be detached in the same way a Kecleon can; an extinguished tail flame does not immediately kill the variant like the Kantonian species due to channeling pores located beside the vertebral spines.

Dimorphism: males have black scales and females have dark brown scales; shiny offspring are incredibly pale (white to golden in color regardless of gender). females are larger than males and also have longer horns, tails, and bigger limbs. only females possess saber-like canines.

Diet: variant is an omnivore and cannot seem to properly digest berries and/or plants. variant has been observed to consume stones, slag, and various minerals

[sunofpandora]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

  

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  ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Angel

𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 

𝙏𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 

𝙂𝙤𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 🏹🤍

About The Writer

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✯ Solana/18/capricorn

┊ ┊ ┊ ✯ writing my own book!

┊ ┊ ✯ art and film student

┊ ✯ Zuni, Apache, and Afro Latina

✯ Benedict Bridgerton is everything to me .

𝓕𝓤𝓝 𝓕𝓐𝓒𝓣𝓢

☆I’m currently living in the US but I’ve kinda lived all over.

☆The last place I lived was New Zealand, and I travel a lot with my partner who studies cultural architecture. 

☆ I use my real name lol. feel free to call me Sol, or Lana, or whatever!

☆ I have two cats, one named Dolores, and another named Trudy (after the avatar 2009 character), and one dog named Amori

☆ I speak French, Spanish, and English.

☆ I study art and film, specifically story structure and cinematography. 

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

✮I write for any gender x any gender reader inserts.

☽ y/n will most likely be poc coded.

R U L E S     A N D    D E T A I  L S

Nsfw is aloud but nothing crazy. (By that I’m not calling any of anyone’s kinks “crazy” what I mean like super, super intense bdsm, knife play, gun play, blood kinks, incest, stepcest, (let’s just say anything ending in ‘cest’ is a no.) and everything MUST be consensual.)

I’m a bit hesitant about writing human x na’vi nsfw and I probably won’t write human reader x na’vi fluff. It’s just I have a hard time visually imagining a human and a na’vi having sex without an avatar body. I am not against the idea in any way, but the general concept does throw me off a bit (I always imagine some type of detrimental injury occurring bc we are so smol compared to na’vi)

In all, I’m not the biggest fan of writing for a human reader, and will probably turn down requests for a human x Na’vi fic.

I will however, absolutely write for avatar reader x na’vi character of any sort! Or even a half-human half na’vi reader or some kind of biracial na’vi? (I’ve seen that concept a few times in the fandom an it’s honestly so much fun)

I do allow things like comfort for self harm, abuse, traumatic experiences, racism, etc. but these things will never be romanticized.

Y/n won’t have a name. Sorry, I just don’t see the point in x reader if the reader has a name. I will always refer to them as Y/n.

I write for a female reader for the most part but please, if you want any other pronouns please let me know in your request.

Y/n will always be of any size! That includes plus size or on the skinnier size. If you would like me to specify that in your request let me know.

I do age up my characters. If you don’t like it you can head out.

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T H E      H  E A V E N S

Details: Each character has their own sky object or natural phenomenon. Works and fics are found underneath the collages.

(important! This masterlist is not yet finished! More characters will be added later!!)

 Ａｖａｔａｒ Ｃｈａｒａｃｔｅｒ Ｗｏｒｋｓ⋆｡°✩ ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙⋆｡°✩ ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙⋆｡°✩ ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙⋆｡°✩ ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙⋆｡°✩ ⋆

"Everything is backwards now, like out there is the true world, and in here is the dream."

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ๋࣭݁ ⭑🪩๋࣭ ⭑. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ๋࣭݁ ⭑🪩๋࣭ ⭑. ݁₊ ⊹

Kiri Sully-

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼

Sky object: crepuscular rays, Neptune 🌀

Works:

None, currently.

Lo’ak Sully

“Lo’ak was an anarchist of his own recklessness. His gaze grazed with fire unapologetically unable to sit still. 

Sometimes the smoke and ash become a haze of intangible adrenaline. preservations for one’s safety wither away under the charred sky.”

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼

Sky object:

Mars

Rainstorms

Works:

None currently.

Neteyam sully

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼

Sky object:

Golden hour

Sun rays 

Works:

Diphanous part 1

Diphanous part 2

Virago Series:

Chapter 1. Day the sky turned red

Chapter 2. The son sun made out of stone.

Chapter 3 part 1. Cupid wears a blindfold

Chapter 3 part 2. Aim your arrow at his heart as he holds it out for you to ruin.

Chapter 3 part 3. Surrender to his saubade, he has set his soul and sin ablaze (to be yours)

4. Nice going, Romeo.

More characters coming soon!

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[bonefall]

Can you tell us more about your plans to add more cat behavior in the BB rewrite??

First of all, patrolling is getting an overhaul!

There are now four patrols a day; Dawn, Noon, Dusk, and Night. This is based on the big change that BB Cats are crepuscular, meaning they are most active at dawn and twilight.

Dawn and Dusk patrols are the desired ones, unlike canon where Dawn Patrol is a chore. That's when everyone is awake! Noon is DREADED, because that's naptime. And Night? That's the most dangerous one, reserved for strong warriors.

Elders now also need to go on daily patrols, assigned as an apprentice task. I'm going to be tasteful about it, but there's something important about marking; that is urine.

The old cats NEED to go on patrols for their mental and physical help, especially toms. This leads into...

There are now some gender roles and expectations to go along with my transgender and queer cats. Contrast to canon where it just kinda ignores gender outside of snide "Ugh! Other gender!" remarks while still accidentally including a glass ceiling, lmao.

IN-UNIVERSE, there are 3 cultural genders. Molly (Yaow), Tom (Ssuf), and Gib (Meewa). There are queer cats with different relationships to these than what is socially expected.

Molly (Yaow) Behaviors:

Aggression and protectiveness. The "Motte" of a tom cat's "Bailey." This is based on how female cats tend to be more cautious and less likely to wander.

Building. Fixing dens, fortifying defenses, and other camp-construction behaviors.

Assertiveness. They are socialized to be more vocal and voice their opinions more than male cats.

Tom (Ssuf) Behaviors:

Curiosity and wanderlust, plus border aggression. This is based on how male cats travel further distances and mark territory more than females.

Playfulness and neediness. It is expected that tom cats ironically need more social stimulation than mollies, related to how they aren't supposed to ask.

Passivity. They are socialized to not argue as much as their molly and gib counterparts, and be less involved in drama.

Gib (Meewa) Behaviors:

Wisdom. This is because of heavy association with Gray Wing the Wise.

Compassion and social aptitude. They are expected to do more emotional labor than the other two.

Patience and tolerance. They are seen as hardy and dedicated, with more focus on long-term projects like land management and crafts.

So I'm taking the freedom now to try and give this culture a unique sense of gender, while still trying to include the joyous and irreverent way us queer WC fans just like seeing ourselves in the cats.

And lastly! More social behaviors related to real cats.

Cats sleep for 15 hours a day. Clan cats are considered "busy bees" for ONLY averaging 13 hours.

So there's now social naps. This is IDEAL sneak-out time, but you are expected to doze off with your clanmates in the middle of the day unless you have an assignment (the detested noon patrol...)

Allogrooming. The prevention of knots and mats is a social responsibility, everyone stays clean. Sharing Tongues is back and more important than ever.

Sparring. A formalized way to express play fights, and sharpen fighting skills while you're at it.

Something about scratching, but I haven't worked it out yet! I want the cats to have some kind of ritual related to this.

[silkwhim]

on topic with the last post

an animal like these guys appeared in a dream last night, they're some sort of sophont macropod on an alternate earth

decided to draw them with my own twist, they were mostly just solid colour in the actual dream, and more fox-like but i wanted them to be a branch of wallabies. i used yellow-footed rock-wallabies as a reference

they're herbivorous like their real life cousins, mostly crepuscular or diurnal, and live in wooded areas, being semiarboreal

they can stand and walk bipedally using their tail for balance, but mostly travel on all fours, standing at about 0.6 meters tall. their long tail is strong and prehensile, used to aid them in climbing or holding and manipulating objects. like other wallabies, they can jump 3 meters in the air and 4 meters forward.

the yellow individual in the image is a juvenile

[loregoddess]

okay one of my all-time favorite fanarts for the first Octopath game were these doodles of the travelers sleeping, and it made me want to make art of the Octo2 travelers sleeping but I don't have a lot of energy for art lately so I don't think that'll happen, however I was still inspired to come up with a whole bunch of headcanons about the sleeping habits of the Octo2 travelers, sooo...I wrote them instead. Cheers. (some story spoilers)

Ochette Ochette has official art showing her sleeping, so we know she sleeps curled in a tight little ball (although she probably repositions herself in her sleep), but I also think she nests. Like, all the time. Staying at an inn? Ochette turns those blankets into a nest and curls up in them. Camping? no need for a sleeping bag (unless it's cold) she'll just tamp down some grass and make a nest. Will also nest in trees by rearranging the branches and leaves. Nests in Osvald's hair on occasion.

Also I think Ochette's a huge cuddler. She's usually cuddled with Akala or Mahina, but once she gets to know the other travelers better and figures out their personal boundaries, she'll cuddle anyone who's okay with it (probably usually Agnea and Castti. Throne wants to cuddle Ochette so badly but refuses to ask...Ochette eventually figures it out though. Osvald swears he doesn't know anything about Ochette making nests of his hair or snuggling into his coat during cold nights, but everyone knows he has the soul of a loving father. One time Ochette fell asleep leaning against Hikari and he was afraid to move at all for the rest of the night).

Follows something of a crepuscular sleeping schedule, so Ochette's most active at dawn and dusk, naps in the middle of the day, and sleeps through most of the night (although she's skilled at night hunting and can stay up most of the night if need be). Ochette can technically stay awake for a couple of days at a time if she's taking breaks and short rests, since it's useful for tracking and stalking prey over longer distances, but doesn't prefer this type of a hunt. Can also technically follow a "typical diurnal human" sleeping schedule, but Ochette thinks it's stupid. Would love siestas if they existed in Solistia.

Overall quick to fall asleep, quick to wake up. Only feels groggy if it's cold or the weather's bad, as she'd prefer to continue sleeping snuggled up in her warm nest.

Castti Castti can sleep anywhere, anytime, in any position, but mostly because she does not have any sort of healthy sleeping habits or regular sleeping schedule. Terrible, terrible habit of just staying awake to help patients and then passing out as soon as she gets a brief break in her work (her sleeping at a table in her ending card artwork attests to this). She was better about getting proper sleep when she was with Eir's Apothecaries and could share the work, and the other travelers are good at nagging her to get to sleep, but Castti doesn't really hold her own sleep health to the same standards she'll expect of her patients (she is, canonically, a bit reckless about her own health, re: Osvald telling to her to take better care of herself in that one travel banter). Snores if she's gone too long without sleeping, and won't stop until she's gotten at least two hours of sleep.

Not a really deep sleeper, but not a light sleeper either. Castti has the ability to sort of sense when someone around her needs medical help, and wakes up accordingly to help them. If no one's in trouble though she could sleep through a hailstorm on a tin roof. Because she doesn't follow any fixed sleeping schedule, her body's innate sleeping cycles are a bit wonky, but if Castti allowed herself to return to a "normal" sleeping schedule she'd be the sort of person who was up before the sun rose, and be in bed as soon as the sun set.

Throne Throne is the lightest sleeper in the group. A mouse scampering across the inn floor could wake her. Always sleeps on her side with a dagger in hand. If she's at an inn, she chooses whichever bed is against a wall or in a corner with no windows, so that nothing can sneak up behind her as she sleeps, and sleeps facing out towards the rest of the room. If she's camping then she either chooses a location where she can't easily be ambushed (under an overhanging boulder/cliff, against a large tree), or begrudgingly sleeps on her back so she can survey the area around her. Once she's more comfortable with the other travelers, she's willing to treat them as "walls" that she can safely have her back to, but overall being raised by a syndicate of assassins made her an extremely cautious sleeper.

Given the nature of her work, Throne's mostly nocturnal, opting to sleep through the day, and be awake all night long. However, some jobs required more flexibility, so Throne also learned to just sort of be up whenever she needed to be up, and sleep whenever she could. If left to her own devices though she prefers to sleep through the day. Very quick to wake up, but also doesn't have too much trouble getting to sleep either.

Osvald Before prison Osvald was probably the sort of person to stay up late into the night as he pursued his research, and sleep in late during the morning. A very deep sleeper as well, although he did acquire the parental "oh shit, my kid needs me time to be fully awake" instinct when Elena was a baby that never really went away as she got older (Castti recruited Osvald to help her nurse the others when they get sick because he started having the parental "oh shit" reaction to the other travelers as well). If he needed to be up early for some sort of scholarly conference or to teach classes or something, then Rita was the one to get him up in a timely manner (she was more of a morning person), which was good because Osvald would take 1-2 hours just to fully wake up (very serious coffee person).

Osvald's time in prison changed him however, and between the cold and needing to survey everyone and everything in the prison, he stopped sleeping through the night and would sleep in short bursts instead. Like Throne, he became a very cautious sleeper, making sure his back was to a wall while he remained hyper-vigilant of his surroundings. Whatever his sleep schedule might have been didn't matter since he had to abide by the prison's work schedules. Being passed out as he washed up on the shores of Cape Cold was the first long "sleep" Osvald had in five years.

After escaping, he's sort of in a weird in-between state where part of his mind still thinks he's in constant danger and wants to continue being stressed and vigilant, and another part that realizes he's safe now and wants to finally get some rest. As a result Osvald's sleeping habits are...haphazard during his travels. Sometimes he manages to sleep just fine, sometimes he's restless, sometimes he'll be up for two days straight claiming he can't sleep. One time Castti offered him some sleeping medicine and he slept for almost an entire day. He doesn't stop being vigilant, although he's not quite as cautious as Throne (no weapons on hand), but this mostly just results in him knowing everyone else's sleeping habits and troubles. Partway through the travels, Osvald does ease up a bit as he's able to accept he's not in constant danger, and as he comes to trust the others more he begins to relax enough to start recovering his old sleeping habits.

Eventually, he is able to recover most of his sleeping habits, staying up late researching, and sleeping in late (unfortunately Clarissa and Elena have the same sleep schedule, so if they all need to be somewhere early chances are they're going to be collectively late). Osvald never does quite shake some of the habits picked up from prison though, and doesn't sleep as deeply as he once did.

Partitio Partitio doesn't sleep in any really odd positions, although he does rotisserie chicken through the night, turning from one side to his back to his other side to his stomach and back to his side, all without really waking up. Snores like a motor if he's on his back, but if one of the other travelers kicks him or tosses something at him, he'll turn over and stop snoring (won't remember this in the morning). Sleeps extremely deeply as well, and can sleep through almost anything. Coughing wakes Partitio up immediately though, because of the time he spent nursing his father's poor health--this in turn makes him a great nurse if any of the other travelers fall sick, and Castti was pretty quick to recruit him to being her aide as well.

Growing up working in mines meant Partitio was pretty tired come night, and would just pass out. He's a natural morning person, and typically follows a very regular "wake up with the rising sun, go to sleep with the starlight" schedule. Only oversleeps if he partied too hard late into the night, or else had to stay up all night for some reason.

Agnea Tosses and turns the most through the night. Not out of discomfort, Agnea just, doesn't really stay still when she sleeps, and sleeps in the strangest positions as well when she isn't moving around. At an inn the bed's covers will be an absolute mess when she gets up, and her sleeping bag ends up cocooned around her in ways the other travelers didn't think possible. Worst bedhead as well, it takes her a good half hour to get her hair brushed out sometimes. Which is fine because it usually takes her a bit to fully wake up in the morning (although if she's excited about something, Agnea can get up and be ready to go in ten minutes flat).

Also a bit of a sleep-talker, but the sort of "nonsense" sleep talk that almost seems to make sense but doesn't. The other travelers have held entire nonsense conversations with Agnea as she sleeps. She of course, does not have any memory of these conversations when she wakes up, nor do any of her dreams match the content of the conversations recounted to her. Agnea was a bit embarrassed by this at first, until she realized the others weren't teasing her to be mean, but because her nightly chatter was truly amusing in an endearing sort of way.

Prefers to sleep late into the morning/early afternoon and stay up into the night, since it fits her schedule as a dancer better. However, Angea also has one of those internal alarm clocks, so if she needs to get up early in the morning, she just tells herself at what time to wake up and then she does. Absolute envy of Pala, who does not have an internal alarm clock. Very useful when she's travelling though, since she can make sure all the other travelers are up on time if she needs too. Also, given the size of Solistia I'm assuming there's like, major time zone differences, but I feel like Agnea would be one of those people who almost never suffers from jetlag (partly bc the means to travel across the time zones quickly enough doesn't yet exist, but also because she just has a naturally good internal sense of time and adjusts to the times the sun rises and sets pretty quickly).

Temenos Temenos looks like he sleeps peacefully. On his back, hands folded over his chest, perfectly still, no matter if he's in a bed at an inn, or a sleeping bag while camping. The truth is it takes him 1-3 hours to actually fall asleep, and he's just pretending to sleep while he tries to get thoughts about whatever case (or general stress thoughts) out of his mind. Ochette, Throne, and Osvald have figured this out, since Temenos's breathing isn't actually steady until he's fallen asleep (Ochette has good ears, Throne's used to keeping a close eye on those around here, and Osvald also got good at monitoring his cellmates and the prison guards, which carried over to his traveling companions). Once he is asleep though, Temenos sleeps fairly deeply.

He's also had these issues getting to sleep since forever. When Temenos was really young, Jorg would read him stories from the scriptures, and once Temenos learned to read he'd stay up late reading and rereading these stories in hopes that the tedious language would bore him to sleep. This is at least part of the reason why he's memorized almost all the stories in the scriptures, even if he can't remember the details exactly. Sometimes if he knows he's not going to get to sleep easily, he'll still read, although he's expanded his reading list to just about every genre, and usually always has some sort of book on hand as a result.

Because he remains in the same position all night, Temenos wakes up stiff and needs to stretch to loosen his muscles. However, when he has nightmares he tends to toss and turn a bit, and then just wakes up achy from having slept in an odd position. Night owl by nature, feels most awake in the evening and early night, and would sleep half the day except his duties as inquisitor and cleric require Temenos to get up early (which he uses an alarm clock for, maybe? I mean, mechanical clocks do exist in Solistia, so...). Wakes up fairly quickly, but is always a little tired throughout the day.

Hikari Hikari tends to sleep mostly on his side, and also keeps a weapon nearby (he did grow up participating in a concerning number of wars and battles). He prefers to get up early and go to bed early, but given the need for flexibility on a battlefield, can and has stayed up through the night and slept part of the day with little consequence. Hikari's also an incredibly quiet and still sleeper, rarely repositioning except to sometimes roll onto his back.

He is also a deceptively peaceful-looking sleeper. Hikari's issue is less that he can't get to sleep easily, and more that he's afraid of the Shadow overtaking him somehow while he sleeps, a fear that was especially prevalent when he was in active warzones. Without anyone he could really discuss this with, Hikari had to figure out how to get to sleep on his own, and eventually settled for meditating before he planned to sleep. During his meditation he focuses on suppressing the Shadow the same way he's able to suppress it when he's awake, and specifically visualizes locking the Shadow away for the duration of his sleep. This meditation tactic, once Hikari refined it, did help him sleep with lessened fear of the Shadow overtaking him. It didn't stop him from occasionally having nightmares about the Shadow though, which eventually led to Hikari figuring out how to lucid dream so he could get the Shadow out of his dreams as well.

All this means that, so long as Hikari has adequate time to set up, he's able to meditate and then simply lay down and go to sleep. Unfortunately, it also means that he will refuse to sleep if he does not have adequate time to properly mediate, and has on occasion just...stayed awake for a concerning amount of time. Hikari's so earnest and polite about insisting he simply can't sleep though that the other travelers have a hard time arguing with him in these rare instances where he refuses to sleep. When, on occasion, he ends up knocked out from a battle (or getting zapped off a bridge), and doesn't have control over passing out, Hikari actually does fine, since his subconscious kicks in to keep him safe from the Shadow, but this doesn't stop him from practicing his disciplined sleep ritual.

Hikari doesn't ever truly stop his meditation before sleeping after the events of his story, but he stops forcing himself to stay awake out of fear if he can't meditate, much to the relief of his friends and retainers. It's less that Hikari no longer fears the Shadow, and more that he believes in his own strength to keep it out of his mind entirely. At that point, Hikari actually sleeps just as peacefully as he looks while sleeping.

[futureplayboibunnie]

‘Angel’

Sherlock x fem!reader

-tehehehe. this one has been sitting in my drafts for ages but i know how thirsty y’all are for more smutty sherlock fics so here u goooo. this one is a lil angsty too. you know the drill. enjoyyy xx

You didn't want to stroke Sherlock's ego to admit you felt special- so you simply didn't. For a reason still unattained, he'd continue his openly obnoxious hubris and unexplainable nature by asking you to travel away with him. Sherlock was insistent it was for a case, he needed your inexplicable prowess when it comes to interacting with other humans- something he hadn't really learned to get down pat yet, he disguised it as needing another detective on the case but it did raise your eyebrow when John wasn't the first person he came to.

Did that make you special in his eyes too?

You didn't know. You didn't care. It was difficult to differentiate.

Now you were in a hotel room with Sherlock fucking Holmes, expensive and paid for with Mycroft's blood money. At least the room had two beds but it was connected through a shared kitchenette, so you'd have to interact with him in such a comfortable state eventually. The case was closed, this was the last night you had here with him and you didn't like that it went by quickly, too quickly. Time slipped through your fingers like grains of sand seeping like tears during a breakdown. You were panicking and you hated yourself for it, you were just like Sherlock Holmes in the way that you never let anyone get close.

But he was.

And you didn't like it.

Sherlock utlised this time he spent with you to find out who you really were, to understand how it was so difficult to pry any information out of you - there were some fairly easy things to spot when he conducted his initial deduction of you, assessing the equation of you in his analytic mind. You were isolated. Intelligent when you wanted to be. Bold. A risk taker. Expressionless. Good at retaining a blank face. Awful in relationships. Attractive. Strangely magentic. He didn't like not understanding why he was drawn to someone in a way, was it because he felt as if you were akin to him? Leading the same life of risk taking in order to absolve the…loneliness?

It irked him.

Who were you? It felt like he was looking for something else under this hard shell you had.

It was cloudy grey, dark, aphotic. Crepuscular in the rayless shared space of the kitchen. You shouldn't be awake, not this late- but if you went to bed then it would be tomorrow...the day of your departure. Not being able to find another opportunity to be this close to him, ever. It would be too long winded to go about understanding why you felt this strange swelling bloom inside your body when you thought of Sherlock but all you knew is that you felt miffed by it. You didn't want to feel any type of way torwards him. Was satiating your need to be cured of this ailment for better or for worse? Staring out into this hell casted abyss, you just pondered upon these thoughts that plagued your head- amplified only by these last few days you spent with him. You sat at the dining table, trying to bridle the inane nature of your conviction. Attempting to sleep was out of the question, your last endeavour proved to be fruitfuless.

Is this what feeling...helpless feels like?

Sherlock noticed that he didn't hear those fated footsteps to your room, it's because you weren't even in bed- you were wilting alone, sitting at the dining table moping.

He was just like you though, wondering how to drag this out...make you stay so he could work you out. He hadn't gotten anywhere, you needed to give him a little bit of direction, some oversight- you were impossible to solve. Probably blinded by his own unwillingness to get to the heart of it all: he had to remember he didn't have one.

He wandered out of his room, padding aimlessly to find you; he didn't even get changed out of his own clothes, he just discarded of his blazer jacket.

Sherlock observed you as he entered your air, cool breezy blue thinning at the sight of you all but illuminated by the pale moonlight hitting every single picturesque feature. He knew that beauty was merely a construct created by childhood impressions and representations but you were undeniably entreating, tempting, engaging. You were right in front of his eyes, too real to be considered a measly construct. So incredible in your stance. He was in boundless awe of you, his face would never express it though.

Sherlock gazed at you as he went to get a glass of water from the sink, an excuse to be out here talking to you; but Lord was he entranced by your body, your skin. You had never showed it off so freely before, you worse a short silk nightdress with thin straps that kept falling off of your shoulders; you insessantly kept dragging them back up and he had to surpress the urge to just keep the straps down...or better yet just peel the annoying fabric off of you. He had to shake his head of the laviscious thoughts swirling, it was crowding his brain and he had to be free of it.

‘’Last night here.’’ You stated impassively, unsure of why you were running your mouth to the man that filters others words like it was second instinct.

‘’I doubt you've missed London already.’’ Sherlock replied, a slight judgement in his cadence.

‘’No.’’ You swivelled your head to look him in the eye, voice low and face hard.

All you could see was Sherlock, so confident it was a natural prospect- standing there hollowed eyed as he rolled up the sleeves to his button down, you don't think you'd ever seen him do that before. Get himself messy. Your gaze was brutal yet expressionless, it was an impossible combination and he was too preoccupied to get into it now. For once, Sherlock didn't know what to say. The silence in the room was fattening up with every moment that passed.

‘’Why am I here Sherlock?’’ You asked him sincerely, inquisitively, eyes slightly tensing with every word.

He took a beat before he responded. ‘’Because I don't who you are. And I'm no where near close to figuring it out.’’

‘’You can't see what's right in front of you?’’ You tilted your head.

‘’No. I can't. Give faith to me.’’ Sherlock's eyes daren't waver from yours as he implored you to make him understand.

You paused for a moment, hoping your mouth, brain and heart will all catch up but they never did. Severely fucked didn't cover the half of it.

‘’What do you think of me now?’’ You asked softly, breath warm and frigid. You looked candid and earnest and Sherlock didn't know how to start on this impossible question.

How could he? He stood stoic as he stilled at your interrogation.

Sherlock watched your lips part as you tried to suck your exhales back in, your mouth was distracting him- losing focus with every millisecond and he felt his inhibitions leave him like the fast colours of the wind.

‘’I think you being here in front of me right now makes me feel destitute and defenseless.’’

‘’Good.’’ You stated simply, covertly proud of yourself- denying him the privilege of seeing you surprised, you didn't want to be predictable like everyone else.

‘’Good?’’ Sherlock was taken aback by your response. You thought it was a good thing to get him all teeming? He was practically losing his mind over you and you thought it was good?

It wasn't. His mind was his sanctuary, his palace, his temple and you were wrecking his entire worldview. Sherlock was irritated by your carefree exchange, your sheer untroubled attitude provoked him and part of his consciousness was begging to grab you and fuck you over the table to never even think of dismissing him like that again.

‘’You're delicate Sherlock, don't let me be the one to break you. Especially when we've only got one night left here. It's not worth it….is it?’’ Your voice was like velvet, smooth and slow like honey.

Sherlock creased his brow as you looked down upon him once more, he detested it and he felt his insides jump and churn at your disposition.

Sherlock? Breakable? Absolutely not. He wanted to show you, feel your skin and feel you shatter beneath him. Is it worth it? It'll end badly but he was too drunk off of you to jump into the events of the future and it's consequences. You were worth it. Yes. You were.

After letting the words settle into the air for a while, you got up with a sharp exhale and started trodding off back into your room. ‘’Goodnight.’’ You mumbled as you brushed passed him but Sherlock couldn't let you leave. He caught onto your arm with heavy lidded eyes and watched your face harden into a motionless blank, you gasped as he tugged you flush into him and to your surprise you let him. Shamelessly.

‘’It is. It is worth it. I haven't figured you out yet and I will. But for now, all I know is that you're a siren, hellbent on trying to disarm me and I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to take you. Right here. Right now.’’ Sherlock grunted as he leaned into your ear, his intonation alone sent a shiver through you and it echoed through your insides.

He was gruffer than you initially thought. Eyes bottomless and dim, a pit you could find yourself getting lost in over and over again. But this was the last night.

‘’Sherlock, I'm afraid you might be…shatterable and I don't want to be soft.’’ You warned him with a deviant look on your face.

He wanted to see what it looked like when he made you feel so good you drew blood from his back.

Sherlock had never had anyone questioning his durability before- it was… refreshing. A unique change of pace. His fingers danced on the outskirts of your neck as they slowly threaded through your hair, you let out a shaky breath as he cradled your head- his grasp tight.

‘’I never am.’’ He muttered as he captured your lips with his.

Kissing him was just brutal and magical, a brawl between mouths and the break of the bubbling tension that seemed to go on forever. He tasted...untouched. You felt so damn special, and only now you were willing to admit it. Sherlock's tongue delved into your mouth, exploring, seeking, probing for an inch- to step further into your psyche by feeling you physically. A million questions fell through his mind.

What the fuck was he thinking?

Why does it feel so wrong?

But feel so damn good?

Who were you?

Why were you making him feel so helpless?

So fucking beautiful...so fucking bewitching. It'll be his inevitable undoing. The cause of his violent destruction. You bit his lip and tugged it back before breathing out, thoughts running rampant at the speed of sound as his hold didn't loosen.

‘’Tell me you want me and I'll get on my knees for you. I just need to hear you say it.’’ Your eyes were glistening and dark, wicked and unforgiving- timeless and imploring him to say what you needed to hear, you didn't care if it was real or not.

All he did was just stare at you vacantly...yet intently. Thumb travelling to the smooth skin of your cheek and lower lip, brushing the magic that danced on your lips away in the process, making this dream all too real.

‘’Baby, you don't have to do that. You’ll get a taste of how much I want you. ’’ Sherlock cooed sincerely, face dipping to the column on your neck and your jaw, peppering soft kisses as a means of reassurance. Part of him wanted to make such slow sweet love to you, in a way a normal, banal, disgusting couple would do but you were so eager and ready to go- you didn't want him to be soft.

‘’Let me just feel you. I want to feel you. I think I've been torturing myself over it. Please.’’

You stared at him momentarily before your mouth devoured his again, your fingers carding through the tufts of soft black curls as tongues twisted together beautifully.

Sherlock started walking you to the dining table again, grabbing you by the waist and sitting you down on it as he stood inbetween your legs. You were almost embarrassed by the way you were pulsating and soaked already. Sherlock's curious and insatiable hands travelled the expanse of your back, smoothing out the silk that covered you and teased the straps of the babydoll too. He liked you in silk, it flattered you perfectly.

Sherlock's free hand outlined and palmed at your thighs, they were soft in the areas he didn't leave goosebumps- he smirked into your kiss at the idea he affected you so. You grasped his head so he could nip and suck at the high point of your tits, near your heart.

‘’I think I fancy you.’’ You breathed, tongue flinging out words you wouldn't be able to take back, already salivating at the prospect that he wants to fuck you.

The whole idea made Sherlock stop in his tracks, the sentence was jarring and so comforting- he somehow thought it was all in his head but you saying those words brought him to a halt. Oh, darling. If only you knew how bad you would both be for each other. Two entirely closed off people, so emotionally distant and incapable of being in a relationship. To provide further evidence, the first thing he caught about you was that every single relationship you had you would always be bad at it.

‘’Don't drool.’’ He demanded coldly, completely ignoring your admission of honesty. He'll deal with it later even though it commanded his emotions in the present.

Sherlock peeled the fabric off of you, pleased to find your bare and naked body beneath it. You perched yourself back as you watched him fawn over you, his large hands palming at your tits and travelling to the dip of your waist. He perked up to your incessant squirming when his head bent down and dipped to your heat, Lord you smelled so inviting.

You tried to bite back the moans he illicited out of you when he started kissing your skin, he was so close in the area you needed him to be but he was obviously enjoying drawing it out for you- almost as if he didn't want it to end. When his lithe muscle finally reached home, you were sure you saw stars as he ate you out like a man starved of a meal. Like a lion at any form of meat. He loved the way your back arched and the way you tugged onto his hair that much harder.

‘’Sherlock…You...I- I've wanted you so bad, it's clouded my clear thinking.’’ You admitted in a fucked out haze, his tongue making you feel so good it made you delve into all of your dirty secrets of him. You were afraid that you would admit that the night previous you fucked yourself with your fingers playing make pretend that it was him. Now it was really happening.

Sherlock stopped his ministrations and peered up at you, his lips glazed with your wetness, those blue eyes a light cast in the darkness. He was rather excited and that was apparent by the way his lips found yours again.

‘’You taste. So. Fucking. Sweet.’’ He grunted between rough kisses, so hard on your soft flesh you were sure he would draw blood if he would be so careless.

The idea piqued at you. Sherlock...careless. One day that'll happen. And you'll be right there when it does.

You tasted yourself off his tongue and you hated that he was right, all of these flavours coming together to form a patterned myraid. Sherlock swallowed your moans, those lewd noises he could never be able to phase or drown out, his need for you amplified tenfold.

He pushed you back down roughly before unzipping his pants and tugging his impossibly hard cock, you waited in expressionless awe your mouth open agape like a fool as you waited for him to just fuck the melancholy and mopiness out of you. Sherlock gazed at you intently, fixed on every jerk your body made when he stroked himself at the sight of you- his teeth sunk into his bottom lip when his brows furrowed.

He aligned himself with your glistening pussy with a kiss between the valley of your tits to your collarbone, you lifted his head up so you could take him in through all of his glory and when he pushed himself in you...it was as if it was only you and him left in the world.

It felt delectable. The push and pull. The strain. The delayed gratification. He slid in and out of you so easily, your bodies merging together as one as he set a brutal pace that only a person with a libido like him could create. You couldn't help but gawk up at him dumbly, what could you say? He got you all bendy and incoherent. All inarticulate and tongue tied.

‘’What is it baby? Can't think properly already?’’ Sherlock scrutinised but you couldn't care less- all you could think about was his constant pet names. He called you baby twice now, it made an unfamiliar feeling swell in your chest. You bit his lip again at his insult.

‘’Don't be so righteous. You can't figure me out, remember?’’You flirted and you were pleased to find that you caught him out.

‘’How proper of you.’’ He said gruffly, obviously annoyed that he still had to solve this puzzle of you, like a never ending equation that just couldn't be ammended. You felt your brain turn into mush and your body whirr as he just kept up his never ending torture: so fast, so good, so painful...perfect. Stretching you out entirely to accomodate his massive size, but he got you so wet it was an ease. Sherlock sensed the thrumming of your heart, it's pace kicking into a noticeable overdrive as sweat dripped down your body and pants encompassed the dim room. You were feeling shameful at the idea that he could make you cum this quickly and at this point you were sure anything else could set you off

You were proven to be right.

‘’Angel...’’ Sherlock cooed at you and the use of another pet name made you spiral into an endless pit of oblivion.

Your scream caught in your throat, so you let out a strangled cry for mercy instead as you came undone around him. Lungs caving as you gushed whatever energy you had left onto him, hands clawing at his back to make him realise the fate he set within you.

You came so hard around him Sherlock was struggling to fuck you through your orgasm; Christ, how long have you went without a fuck? How long has it been since you actually came? He didn't have it in him to figure out the logistics, all he was concerned with was how he felt the coil within him break. Sherlock let out a gutteral groan as he finished inside of you, completely and utterly spent and tweaked by how tired you got him; he pulled out of you and rolled himself off of you to lie beside you. Breathing heavy and laboured, like you'd just ran a marathon.

‘’Is this the part where we forget this ever happened?’’ You questioned him in an all too serious tone that Sherlock didn't like.

‘’Is that what you think?’’

‘’Am I an experiment, Sherlock?’’ You asked with no sense of humour playing at your words, not annoyed either just rational.

Sherlock stayed in a moment of brief silence, scared of not being able to say the right thing for once. He never really cared about it…until now.

‘’Answer the question.’’ Your tone was flatlined.

‘’No.’’ He stated plainly.

‘’I think I'm falling in love with you.’’

Sherlock was dumbfounded, he turned his head so he could stare at you after you said those words you would never be able to take back. You were falling for him? As he was for you? Blinded by nothing but cold relations to see that the warmth was right here all along...he frowned. He was afraid that he would disappoint you like all of the other relationships you had been in, he detested the idea of being banded in that same category. He was better. He wanted to be better. For you. You deserved to feel wanted. Was that worth his sanity though? Sherlock swivelled and grabbed your face to make you look him in the eyes, he stroked your cheek as a form of tenderness. Your eyes were guileless and the reaction you drew out of him was pitiful.

‘’You're so...inconceivable. When I look at you, I see heaven incarnate and I don't think I'm going to be able to live up to your expectations.’’ Sherlock said under his breath, thumb grazing your lips as he stared at them parting.

‘’I think you’ve finally figured me out.’’

[stormy-talks]

I wrote down some notes on what to keep in mind when creating sophonts (nonhuman beings with human-like intelligence.)

What is the sexual dimorphism like? What are the sex indicators of the species? How many sexes are there and do they determine certain social statuses?

What are their politics like? How were they raised to view certain social issues and how do they view the other sex(es) of their species based on personal conviction?

How do they build? How do they travel? How do they create technological advances?

What is considered a crime and what is the punishment? How are laws created?

What is their relationship like with foreign sophont societies? What are their allies and what are their enemies?

What is music like? What about other forms of entertainment like performances, sports, toys, and others?

Are they nocturnal, diurnal, or crepuscular? Think of the advantages.

How do they speak their native tongue(s)? How does the structure of the mouth and tongue affect what the language sounds like?

What is their writing system like? What tools would they have used for proto-writing that influences how the script looks in modern times?

What are their staple foods and which foods (if any) came from other cultures? What is the significance of their traditional dishes?

What kind of religion do they follow and what is their world creation myth? How does religion intersect with other aspects of their society?

What kind of currency do they use and how stable is the economy?

There's obviously a lot more to consider but this is what I quickly jotted down so I can reference it every so often for my own writing.

[cat-alyzing]

The Sisters

The sisters are the split of group of the first known group of wild cats at the lake called the Archaic Lake Cats. After being given a sign of a horrible wildfire that would destroy their summer site the cats leader Half Moon let the cats decide where they would be moving, to the mountains or far away into unknown land. When counted there was a tie and it was decided that they’d split apart, the cats heading to the mountains becoming the Tribe of Rushing Water and the ones going farther becoming the Sisters.

The Sisters run a matriarchal, crepuscular, and wandering group. They wake up in the early dawn and start traveling, or hunting if their settled, stopping midday to sleep and then doing more at dusk before sleeping in and out during the night. They have a democratic system where the cats choose the next pathfinder or on vote on any decision often with a special stone or object given to them when their fully grown.

Traits include long thin fur, larger bodies, big maws, flecked pelts and strange eye colors, wide thick paw pads for traveling. They have two specific bloodlines from the first Sister’s Stone and Sun. Stone’s descendants have thick gray fur and purple eyes with a white spot on their face and back while Sun’s descendants have warm coats with wavy fur, a darker spot on their chest, and banded stripes.

First Pathfinder was Stone (prev. Smooth Stone) and the Current Pathfinder is Moonlight one of her descendants

The Sister’s Ceremonies

The Shift Ceremony is done under the full moon a year and a half after a kitten is consider a adolescent. At this ceremony the cat is tested on their connection to their afterlife in various ways.

Calling is when a cat calls upon to create a connection to a spirit but not necessarily summon them rather to create a voice to talk to the cat. This is the easiest skill for a Sister to learn but only available to them as no one else can hear the whisperer. A cat practices this by opening up their vessel for a spirit to attach to but not enough to attempt a full summoning often learners figure this out by doing it again and again on their own since it is so particular to the cat themselves.

Pulling is a more specific and done after something has gone may it be a plant or creature to pull a last memory or sliver from the dead. Mostly used to bring back special herbs that have died away. This is done by tracking the site of where the thing passed and fueling it through the cat themselves, this can cause exhaustion if used on larger or long dead things. Practiced by rooting up the dirt under a dead flower and fueling it, once revived the cat has passed the test.

Summoning is easy once mastered but hard to figure out as it pulls the full ghostly form of a spirit and makes them visible to anything watching. It requires to call out and open up the cats spirit themselves for a ghost to latch onto as a anchor, and then the cat will pull them to the living plane. This is easy to hold and maintain but hard to figure out and a little dangerous to do if a spirit is particularly hostile, powerful, or wanting to steal the living cats spirit themselves. Most often done in cases of needing to speak to a lost one, wanting guidance, or advice though a spirit cannot just tell a cat all the truth just what they can process. (So if a cat was found dead a Sister couldn’t just summon the spirit and be told what killed them. The spirit would only be able to speak in already known truths, recall shared memories, or hopes instead of facts)

Singing is a very commonly done practice by the Sisters. They sing to build bonds, pass time, share stories, raise hope, and even to heal. To better connect to those not on the living plane they have sing. The stronger the voices and the more there are the stronger their connection will be.

New life celebrations are held after a cat announces new life and throughout the settling moon. After a cat says their expecting they are flowered with special items like pregnancy related herbs, flowers, stones, and prey to the cat and they are immediately nestled into the center of the sleeping pile. As they find a suitable place to settle the Sisters will create the safety den for them which is very protective most often in bramble bushes, caves, strong burrows, or under thorn bushes. The sisters will stay at this den until the kittens are able to properly travel with them most often around 3-4 moons. If a cat decides to stay with their kittens they are given a goodbye ceremony just like any cat would.

Goodbye gifting is the ceremony done when a cat chooses to travel away. The cats closest to the traveler will give them a special gift that they’ll take with them on their journeys as a connection back to their birth group. The night usually consists of group singing, getting the cat ready for travel, and hunting so they have some prey to set off with. Just before they leave they are touched by the pathfinder and looked upon as a official wayfarer wandering the land for whatever they want, or just to explore.

Life in the Sister’s

The Sisters are a very close group and see each other as all being connecting may that be by blood, friendship, spirituality or love. They often sleep in open areas so they have a habit of sleeping all together in a big pile of cats with certain cats on the inside circle like those expecting, injured, shorter furred, or the pathfinder.

Gender in the Sisters is very self respected. While the pathfinder is matriarchal it depends on the cat themselves, i they see themselves as being able to be the pathfinder by the groups standards then they are. They do not differentiate by the gender of a cat and the only difference being that one cat can carry kits and the other sires them. Nothing more then that. Stone herself was a trans molly and the tradition of looking past many built up ideas is close to their culture. Sexuality isn’t really a idea to the cats since it’s just what a cats like, similar to how one cat prefers birds to mice or fish to bugs.

Their also avid storyteller singing great tales they’ve picked up and grown over time. Their main ones are of the four gods that control aspects of life like life, death, peace chaos. A changed version is seen in the Tribe in their own culture. They also have a story about the “stuck sister” which has ties back to the ancient Fallen Leaves.

The story of the Stuck Sister is a old tale stemming from the loss of Stone and Shadow’s only child at the time Fallen Leaves during is coming of age ceremony. It is sung in parts, the initial loss and the restless grief most often by the lead singer being the loudest and the rest humming along.

(Think the kind of tempo in “Enchanters - Dragon Age: Inquisition”)

“Oh Fallen Leaves oh Fallen Leaves with your fur of red and white. How much you’ve grown and still so small always in a fright. You went inside where there was no light. Lost forever from my sight. Oh Fallen Leaves oh Fallen Leaves how you’ve stuck to my mind. I sing to you in hopes to see you in the stars once more. Oh Fallen Leaves oh Fallen Leaves where could you be? I should’ve known when the air got cold a thief would steal my shine. My little light oh my little light so bright with heart and mind. Trapped in the stone, no way home. As I grow old and you stay cold I hope to see you then. While I am gone, your song lives on, forever should they know. My Fallen Leaves my Fallen Leaves with a pelt of red and white.”

The tale of trickster refers to the autumnal god known for his many seeds of chaos sprouted across history. A warning tale about the signs if he is near. Said over and over to ward away the beast in its story this tale is most often spoke around prey during autumn.

Autumn Glee forever be a trick of the eye. For fear the changing shadows and darkness soon to blight. He is of chaos and pain always feasting for more. Do not feed the restless Sol or you may be his final feast. Always hungry ready to leap. Stay away from the dying leaves. He will rot your belly and steal your soul. Take your body for a stroll. Then when you get free, he will finally finish the feast. Do not fall for the leaves. Or you will be his next treat.

The Spirituality of The Sister’s

The Sister’s are polytheistic worshipping the gods of each seasons who control the different aspects of life though they don’t heavily worship them. More so showing their belief in tales or comments. They do believe in the planes of existence though. The idea of the living being on one plane, the ghosts, and the passed over. Spirits who are ghosts can be easily called upon and are still trapped on the living plane either by choice or not. The passed over cats are the spirits who have moved on and gone back into the world their energy giving life to new creatures like birds, kittens, mice whatever. They have a code of giving what they take and helping those in need, very often healing those who need it or providing protections.

Their specific connection to the dead is stronger because of their consistent belief in the practice and learning over generations how to best use their powers.

[siriuslychessi]

Trick or Treat 👻

Since I’m not a coward 🤣 I’m replying!!! Bring back your dramatic ass from the grip of death.

For anyone else that wants to join: Tick or Treat

Ever since he had become animagus James' nights became a bit shorter, not that you couldn't get long nights in the middle of winter, but that was beyond the point.

James stag persona was crepuscular, that meant that no matter what and no matter when he woke up at the crack of dawn.

Today was no different, he woke up and his eyes opened up after a long night of stake out for the Order. He managed to get two hours in and now he was wide awake, and his stomach groaned with hunger.

Sighing he opened his eyes, and the vision before him took his breath away, as it always did.

Lily was laying next to him, incredibly close. Auburn hair messy and all over the place, and her long lashes resting on her cheeks, as her deep breaths moved her upper body.

He laid there, staring at her, just counting the freckles on her skin, the amount of breath she took as he hold his to not break the illusion. His eyes traveling along the lines he already knew well: the curve of her cheek, the height of her shoulder, and the new growing line in her middle section where their child was growing stronger.

Her figure making him forget about the war, how tired he was, how he wanted to sleep more, party more, fight less. The growing child in her made him fearful and excited of the future to come. But all in all he knew that no matter what, just at that moment, he would wake up at the middle of the night, as the stag in him always did, and marvelled that he got to wake up to his beautiful wife, and his body would soon take him to the nursery where his child would lay down.

And thinking about that, those stolen moments that only him got to have before day break, didn't feel so much of a nuance, but something to look forward to.

[yumejo]

「madayu」 ✦ a message in a bottle found at crepuscular on the beach, the letter inside expressing forgotten wishes and a wanderlust you understand. ✦ sunflower fields, giant sun hats on her and the esurient yearning to be closer to something unattainable. ✦ your childhood teddy bear with pieces of stuffing billowing from the seams, so tenderly loved and a loyal companion. ✦ holding hands through an unstopping crowd, entwining your fingers together desperately as you weave around nameless travellers; your eyes only set on the hand in yours, wishing to never let go and lose them. ✦ a promise destined to be broken spoken into the night sky, fleeting fireworks illuminating but all he can look at is her smile.

[ilpiubelbruttomisandro]

Favorite clan headcanons I appropriated and I don't remember if someone say those(feel free to tell me it's yours!):

Thunderclan is extremely individualistic, they really push for one cat's talent and because of this there is a lot of pressure when an obvious clan member is appreciated than the others(explaination: individualistic culture came from the idea that Thunderclan is morally above other clans, so they think individuals can easily adjust, con is that cats can feel more alone and isolated than in other clans. Their battle group strategy are the less complicated as they just push cats to fight on their own. It doesn't feel like gold strategy, but in individual combat they are the steongest, you would never fight a Thunderclan cat alone)

Shadowclan: they have legends about how their territory is the worst for hunting because one cat betrayed the god of nature, who offered them everything, so every cat must understand what means to survive. Because of this a strong sense of belonging and group was formed. Different from other clans, they aren't crepuscular but nocturnal, everyone sleep after gathering(explaination: because of the harsh territory's conditions and Shadowstar being killed by a former friend, this kinda push mistrust, that favours dictatorships or different approaches to the warrior code, is a matter of surviving in group, to the point that parents or siblings feel more attached to their clan as a whole than their family, an apprentice and a mentor can have a stronger bond that anyone else related)

Windclan: they feel the most virtuous clan, the closest to the stars because of the open moor and the closest to the earth because of the tunneling, their whole culture is based on adoring the planet and its wonders, humbling. Because of this they usually hunt also outside of the territory to not destroy its natural balance. They fear Starclan than anyone in else, they believe that from their open plane, cats go to Starclan, so they are the last clan anyone who dies see. Because of their strictness, they do running races where the point isn't winning but that everyone who runs is fast the same, strengthening the group discipline (explaination: being the clan of gray wing, windstar, first leader who get nine lives, and first medicine cat, they convince themselves of their holiness over everyone else, but this push them to pray and be ashamed more easily, this is why Onestar couldn't bring himself to admit his relationship with Smoke. But as we know, every exaggeration bring to some exception, like the travelling cats, who mate and join windclan every spring until autumn no problem)

Riverclan: they believe in beauty and they usually decorate their camp, their favorite hunting places and themselves with stuff they found beautiful. This bring the idea perfection and superficiality. They have legends about how different cats saved the world by evil forces who knows water was indispensable, so if anyone pee in the river, their usual calmness turn into extreme anger. They are the most closed and always try to avoid any interaction with other clans, they feel protected by the rivers and drifts around their camp. They think non aquatic prey are more dirty(explaination: rivers really helped Riverclan to fight against other clans and this bring them to a sense of superiority and safety. They have a legends about how a cat saved the water sources by a giant snake by tricking it, so they tend to be more strategic rater attacking front like Thunderclan does)

Skyclan: they are the most pacific clan of all, to the point of giving small pieces of territory just to avoid war. Their pacific nature make them also very playful, in fact different for windclan's racing for starclan and discipline, skyclan see in playing more of a phylosophical reason: favorite game is jumping high as much as possible while moving from tree to tree. They believe that cats come from space, specifically the crystal sky, and this is why when cats dies they go to starclan, up, and this is why they think they tend to jump high, to reach where they really belonging(explaination: Skystar violent policy really let down his clanmates and when Sparrow Fur become leader, she imposed an inside code and push for peace rather fight. The high and thick tree forest helped defending Skyclan's territory for decades. They think shooting stars are their remind of their celestial origin and when they tried to explain it to other clans, they think they are crazy)