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bonefall · 11 months

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what are some of your favorite names youve given cats (revamped or merged together or otherwise)?

I'm pretty fond of Rainbloom, both as a revamp and as a rename. I have such a massive fondness for characters whose deaths leave a lasting impact on people around them, best understood through the hole they leave behind

He is a SkyClan cat (prev. Rainfur) who dies killing the Ancestral Rats who plagued his scattered Clan. He leaves behind kits and a mate and gives Leafstar a life...

"For dodging rat bites." They stare, deadpan, for a few seconds before bursting out laughing at this Very Serious Ceremony. He launches off into revealing it's a life for humor, enjoying every minute of the life she time she spends with her clan, how much he wanted to be there and how much she has left to enjoy. That he hopes his memory brings her more laughs than tears.

Also his name is like the Funny Rainbow Pony trick

Over in ThunderClan I'm offhandedly fond of Rabbitbone. I don't think it fits as seamlessly as many of my others, but that's fine because I really love -bone as a suffix. I like the word bone. It's too bad I couldn't do Rabbitroad in SkyClan though.

In RiverClan, I like Dragonclaw a lot. Dragon as a prefix off 'dragonfly' is super underused. Magpiesky is also a total sweetheart with a great name, I want to make her appearance feel super wholesome; she may become Crookedstar's mentor, even.

and Heartstar was PERSONAL I HATE how she's called Tigerstar in canon, sooo much unneeded confusion

#better bones au #Renamings

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shinewonder · 6 months

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had the time of my life with the movie

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la-esmerqlda · 9 months

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I would like to thank Elon Musk for breaking the stereotype that “high functioning” autistic people are geniuses, because he’s genuinely so fucking dumb I can hardly even fathom it.

#Elon musk #twitter #x #autism #autistic #actually autistic #yes I am autistic #why the fuck is he renaming the site #every decision he makes has me cackling #if he’s a genius then I must be omnipotent #love him breaking the autism stereotypes #I don’t like functioning labels but I feel like he calls himself high functioning

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illufinch · 3 months

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happy lunar new year!

#my art #pixel #dragon #rename to illudragons cause i be loving dragons #im binging on dragon art

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woetoy · 3 months

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glass frog tummy smooches~

now you're talking

#woetoyart #frog lovers eating good rn #gah need to rename glass froggy now that she's her own thing

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nyctophorum · 10 months

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I love the film version of nimona but I do find it very funny how they’re like ‘ambrosius cut off ballister’s arm but he didn’t mean to 😢😢😢 he was just traumatised and reacting to a dangerous situation 😢😢😢’ whereas in the comic it’s like ‘ambrosius shot ballister with a laser canon that took off his whole fucking arm just because he couldn’t bear to lose lol. Lmao, even’

#nimona #like obviously there’s more to it than that but the contrast is very funny to me #comic amballister are bitter exes who’ve been fighting for a while #whereas movie amballister are more like boyfriends who have briefly fallen out so it’s a very different dynamic #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister blackheart #ballister boldheart #inch resting to me also that they renamed bal #amballister

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tripleefs · 3 months

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One of my fav og sbi moments thats not in any compilation vids since it takes place over the course of a heated mexican lmanberg negotiations stream and completely off camera...

(I finally compiled it myself because I couldn't find it anywhere and for your viewing pleasure!)

Edit: keeping this up for technoblade crumbs but f wilbur soot

Bonus:

#at the end of the stream you find them (at least twinsduo) vcing!!#for like two seconds but still #dsmp #og sbi #ogsbi #sbi #emerald duo #twins duo #sand duo #be the change you want to see in the world #philza #wilbur soot #i miss #technoblade #stream is called “Quackity renames Mexican L'manberg...”#sorry for the bad quality lol #FRIK I FORGOT ONE LINE JUST ADDED IT

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crystallizedtwilight · 3 months

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Ok that last post Made Me CRY 😭😭😭 but I’m so happy that they came from pretty loving families! Like Barrel’s brothers looked like they loved him a lot! And Shock had all the love and support in the world! (Like they celebrated for a week!!!) and Lock’s parents also seemed pretty caring too (Lock’s dad’s arm around his partner and their baby Lock IS EVERYTHING.) ❤️

But it leads me to the question…did they have their names at birth? Or did they get them after they were separated?

Lock - Eli (ee · lai), meaning “elevated”

Shock - Amaranth; also called Amara or Amy by coven (a · mur · anth), meaning “the unfading flower”

Barrel - Brayden, called "Baby Bray" by brothers (bray · den), meaning “broad”

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#Being renamed after a merism helped them feel like part of something #and still does to this day #tnbc

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roversrovers · 2 years

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#nasa #space #science #astronomy #jwst #physics #james webb space telescope #rename jwst #renamejwst #meme #memes #my post #I'm just gonna make my blog a log of twitter space memes

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another-goblin · 8 months

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A little self indulgent Wriolette

(made before 4.1 so I've got no idea what's Wrio's personality or what's their actual relationship haha)

#genshin impact #my stuff #neuvillette #wriothesley #i hereby rename you two to Risly and Nuvi btw #paimon #lumine #wriolette #every time I make a comic #especially in color #i swear to myself #never again #they take ungodly amount of time #they always look much batter in my head then the final result #and they usually get 2-3 likes max lol #but here we are #at least i've learned how to simplify their clothes #lifehack: you don't have to draw their clothes at all if they are not wearing it

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bonefall · 1 year

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what warrior names did you change and why?

I really need to re-do my old post on renamings; it's kind of outdated and I'm being more lenient with it now.

Though there are occasionally times I rename a character Just Because (Smokefall and Bluemoon for example), usually, there's two main reasons I do renamings

Conflict Names. I NEVER allow two characters to have the same name forever, and the more significant character keeps theirs. So for example, Cloudberry of COTC has an expanded role as a Dark Forest cat, so she keeps her name, and Goosefeather's mentor is changed to Cloudbelly.

Kit Save Names. I never create OCs for this AU unless they are non-sapient animals, like Ripwater the Wels Catfish. Everyone you see is someone who was mentioned in-canon or authorial statements. So Elderkit survives and becomes Elderberry, or Swankit survives and becomes Swansong.

There's also a special, 3rd reason I will do a renaming;

Honor Titles.

Cats can earn special names by completing acts of great service, like completing a quest or surviving a near-fatal injury. These are desired things, great marks of status.

Usually I give them an in-between name which corrects to the canon one, but there are times I will give them a new name.

Hoprunner -> Deadfoot

Meltpelt -> Ratscar

Flowerstem (ShC) -> Flowerscar

Crowfoot -> Crowfeather

Jayfang -> Jayfeather

Leafstripe -> Leafpool

Harefur -> Harelight

So on.

(Also Bluemoon and Ambermoon might end up being honor titles)

Stormcloud is also currently trying to prove himself by finding a way to earn an honor title, because both he and his friends want him to be known as Monsterscar. Problem is what Brambleclaw is stingy about giving out Honor Titles.

#If they kill Stormcloud in this arc I'm hitting UNDO and making that the moment he becomes Monsterscar. Btw.#renamings #Better Bones AU

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ghouljams · 8 months

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Viking soap! Viking soap! Viking soap!

Grrrrrrrr Yes ok yes because I am feral for this idea and you're partially engaging a special interest of mine.

You spot him at the same moment he does you. A flash of blue eyes reflecting the shallow river, long hair shorn short on the sides, the fur the edges his clothes marks him as easily as the paint on his face. A viking. He stands as quickly as you step back, his eyes fixed on you. If he's here there must be more at your village. You know well enough that these men don't travel as solitary creatures.

You turn and run towards your home. You hear the crash of him through the forest behind you giving chase. Even knowing the land as well as you do the terrain is uneven, the roots are made to catch your feet, and the branches are low to obscure your vision. You don't have the deer's advantage of darting movement to keep you out of reach. Each step you can hear him getting closer, until you feel his hands grab you.

The man, the viking, catches you around your middle. You kick and scream and make every effort to batter him with your fists, to make yourself difficult prey. You've heard enough stories about what these men do to know you want no part of it. He lifts you, hauls you up off the ground as you fight and twist.

"Would you be still, I'm not going to hurt you," The man tells you in gaelic. You freeze at the familiar tongue.

"You're a liar," You push at him, claw at his grip, "why would you chase me if you weren't hunting me?"

"Why would you run?" He asks, grabbing your wrists to pin them against his chest. You glare at him, your chest heaving as you gather your breath back. He's handsome, for a viking. There's something sort of rakish about the stubble on his face and the set of his brow. "Did I do something to scare you, bonnie?" It's not an honest question, he knows full well why you'd run.

You keep quiet, keep your glare level with him. An easy task with him holding you up, his arm hooked around your thighs. His head tips back to look at you with a smile. "Aren't you pretty," He whispers, hardly phased by the run or your anger. When you don't respond he seems to find his head again, his smile dropping to something more serious.

"Fine, courting later, business now." He sets you back down, keeping a tight grip on your wrists now that you've proven yourself a runner. "I'm here to negotiate a trade, I need an escort," He explains, though you would think a man needing an escort would have a shorter handle on the ax at his hip.

"A bad liar," You amend your previous statement, tugging at his hold.

"Fine," He relents, "I want an escort. Escort me." He insists, tugging you against his chest again. You're really getting tired of bumping into him.

"Why? So you can lead a raiding party back as soon as I turn around?" You spit.

“To what end?” The viking asks, tips his head to the side, his eyes hard on you, “What use do we have for dead healers?”

You stop your struggling, stunned. He’s not wrong, but he speaks to an understanding of your village you hadn’t expected. How much did this man and his company know about you? How many scouts had walked your paths, watched your neighbors work? He’s right, dead healers are useless, but so are port healers. Vikings are only as strong as their weakest man, wouldn’t they prefer to keep healers on hand?

“You said-” You swallow, “You said you were here to negotiate a trade. What- A trade for what?” He looks away from you, and you have your answer. You were right to run, he’s here for one of you.

“Let’s go,” He doesn’t pull you, but you follow him anyway. Your mind races, thinking through the people your elders would offer up. Who was the most skilled, the most expendable, weighing what you might get in return. What couldn’t these vikings offer you? Safety, rare goods, money, animals, friendship. Invaluable intangible things that would aid all of you, for whatever price they set. It’s still only the illusion of a choice.

Your wrist is still held tight in his grip as you walk beside him. An escort, what a joke. You’re not going to put in a good word for him or do anything more than act as a pass for him to walk your streets. You’re busy working on your escape plan when you smell it.

Smoke, just as you step clear of the forest.

"Gods," the man breathes, both of you standing on top of the hill at the edge of the forest, watching your home burn. Your eyes grow wide watching the fleeing shadows of raiders, the sacrifices of you kin. What are they doing? Why would they- A mass of fire belches from the center of your village, the man covers your eyes, shields you from the heat of it with his cloak. The tattered tartan catches your attention, makes your heart pound in your chest. You recognize it, Mactavish. He was one of you.

"We have to go," He tells you. You try to pull yourself free, scream for your family down the hill. He catches you around the middle again, hauls you back into the safety of the forest.

"Tell them to stop," you beg. Your sobbing pleas fall on deaf ears.

“Those aren’t my men,” He doesn’t set you down, transfers your squirming to his shoulder with a grunt and keeps his pace. You can still see the lick of flame and smoke through the trees. The only home you’ve ever known, gone in an instant and all you can do is watch. The forest grows thicker around you as you lay against the familiar unfamiliar tartan and let yourself be carried off like a spoil.