#augur au

[troutfur]

Oh I ended up missing the first window! The preference for female characters has made me realize how the (permanent) members of Thunderclan's Augur den in Augur!Frostfour AU is a no boys zone between Frostflower, Yellowfang, Brightheart and Cinderstream LOL. Moth Flight must be rooting for them somewhere in Starclan.

So the prompt: A light-hearted scene where Brightpaw tells her mom Cloudpaw will be her future husband. Frostflower's frustrated while Brightpaw is in her rebellious 'no one understands me MOM' phase. Set pre-dog attack.

Hope that fits the bill as a recursive AU of To Aaron and his sons! I've also been trying to put together a prompt for the Tanistry AU but canon WC leadership is so male dominated this guy is struggling.

Hi, hi, hi! Glad to see you back!

Oooh, I love this. This is gonna be good. I don't have much prologue today so let's jump right in!

(I still very much am in need of prompts, so if you wanna help me get to November 30th, read my guidelines and give me one.)

“Brightpaw,” Frostflower said with a heavy sigh as she turned away from the piles Cinderpaw and her had been hunched over sorting and towards her other daughter.

Time had seemed oportune to discuss her daughters’ future when during the middle of an herb sorting session Brightpaw had come in complaining about sore pads. With Thornpaw and Brackenpaw taking care of ThunderClan’s foreign relations and a deputy old enough to have been Cinderpaw’s mentor, the rare opportunity had been presented for them to take a tom as a mate just because they fancied them. But having heard the name that’d just come out of her warrior apprentice daughter’s mouth she was now more than ever understanding why matriarchs and patriarchs often had to be the ones arranging the matches.

“I urge you to reconsider,” she continued. “I really want to believe you can be trusted with the priviledge to choose your own mate instead of leaving me to arrange it for you. It would be a shame that you let this opportunity go to waste due to a fleeting attraction to a troublemaker.”

“It’s not like that,” Brightpaw insisted. “Cloudpaw is not just a troublemaker. What’s your problem with him anyway? Weren’t you on Fireheart’s side when he brought him into the Clan?”

“That was before he gave me a reason to regret it,” she replied. “He’s rude, barely shows the bare minimum of piety, speaks out of turn all the time, he even betrayed the Clan once already! I really would think that whatever you find charming of him would be greatly eclipsed. He’s not even got an attractive pelt for you to be so set on him.”

“He came back to us,” Brightheart countered. “He’s hard working, he’s talented, he’s brave, and the deputy’s son. So what if he is not afraid to speak his mind? If you listened to him you’d know he’s right sometimes. And with an attitude like that he would make a great deputy to Firestar.”

“There is such a thing as impertinence, Brightpaw,” Frostflower said. “And from the looks of it, it’s rubbing off on you. For all their virtues Fireheart and Cloudpaw share this flaw. And it’d be a shame for you to embarass our great lineage by emulating that kind of kittypet behavior.”

“Why do you have to be so hard on them all the time?” Brightpaw said. “Don’t you see how much work Fireheart puts into running the Clan? He’s more of a leader than Bluestar at this point!”

Frostflower looked down at Cinderpaw’s twisted leg. Although her anger with Fireheart had mostly subsided it was still hard to accept how quickly her trust in him had resulted in this. Cinderpaw gave a glare at her mother as she caught her staring. Ever since that argument moons ago that even Bluestar had to get involved in she really couldn’t voice her thoughts on the situation without her daughter turning defensive of her former mentor.

“I need to be a harsh critic of them if they’re going to overcome their natural tendencies and become great ThunderClan warriors,” Frostflower settled on as her response. “I’m not asking that you stop being Cloudpaw’s friend or that you stop being fond of him. Only StarClan knows when Bluestar will allow you and your sister to swap positions again so you will likely end up being denmates for a while longer. I just ask you to consider your choice of mate better.”

“Cloudpaw is my choice,” Brightpaw insisted.

“Why don’t you try and get closer to Ashpaw instead?” she suggested. “I know he can be a little reserved and quiet but surely that just means he’d be more amenable to listening to you. Don’t you think that would be a better quality to look in the father of the next generation of patricians?”

“If you’re not going to listen to me I’m leaving,” Brightpaw declared as she turned around back into camp.

Frostflower gave a deep and prolonged sigh before turning towards Cinderpaw. It was a cold comfort, but at least with Brightpaw set on taking Cloudpaw as a mate she was sure her other daughter could not pick anyone worse. And with the tense atmosphere in the air still hanging between them they set out to continue their work.

#warrior cats #wc #warrior cats au #augur au #frostfur #brightheart #cinderpelt #cloudtail #fireheart

[aerial-jace]

In the augur au, what happened with Mothflight's 4 kits? And was Acorn Fur allowed to have kits??

(In reference to my series on Ao3, to Aaron and his sons, aka augur AU. As a reminder to anyone who's been following since when I posted about battle cats on main, I'm now fielding questions on fics and such over at @troutfur. I don't know if I've updated my author notes on Ao3 yet...)

Moth Flight's kits were still scattered among the clans, as in canon, and became the founders of the 4 augur lineages. I haven't thought much about the specifics of the mythical time of the founding of the augur lineages but one of two things happened, either (a) Moth Flight trained them herself and they became the first augurs of ThunderClan, RiverClan, ShadowClan, and SkyClan or (b) they received the first half of their training in WindClan and they completed it with the medicine cats from DotC times.

Acorn Fur was allowed to have kits yeah! If she fulfilled the role of augur/medic in any capacity, however, she didn't get to pass down the position to her kits. The patrician status is transmitted through Moth Flight's line only.

As compensation to everyone for taking so damn long with the next entry in the series, here have a lil' excerpt from the piece I'm working on:

“Before we draw our meeting to a close,” Sandstorm said. Jaypaw’s ears perked up at that, taking a big gulp of air as he rose to his paws. “I wish to present our newest apprentice. Jaypaw, step to the front.”

Leaving his mother’s side, he cautiously approached his grandmother. With a flicker of her tail over his shoulder she instructed him to take a couple steps forward, stopping him by resting her tail over his shoulder just as he was at the edge of the Moonpool. She murmured a prayer of blessing over him before turning to the rest of the augurs.

“I call upon the spirits of ThunderClan augurs past, and to all our lineage stretching back to Bluewhisker, daughter of Mothflight,” she invoked. “I present to you your own kin, who’s been chosen to carry on your legacy and train as an augur. I ask that you guide Jaypaw as he learns your sacred arts, so that he may honor his illustrious blood.”

“Sandstorm,” Leopardsun interjected. “Now that Jaypaw has been presented to StarClan, I have a proposition to make.”

“Speak up,” the ThunderClan matriarch said.

“My daughter, Willowpaw, is in need of a mate, so she may continue the legacy of Spiderpool,” she said. “If you allow her to take Jaypaw as her mate when the right time comes, I can offer you RiverClan’s friendship in exchange.”

Sandstorm paused for a moment, pretending to consider it as if this hadn’t been a decision well over a season in the making.

“Very well,” Sandstorm replied.

There was a pause, and Jaypaw wondered if Leopardsun had performed some gesture. “I call upon the spirits of RiverClan augurs past,” Leopardsun called, “and to all our lineage stretching back to Spiderpool, son of Mothflight. May they witness this promise and bless the union of our lineages, as they’ve done for countless other augurs and patricians of generations past.”

After a round of cheers, Jaypaw was given the honor of taking the first sip of the Moonpool.

#warrior cats #wc #warrior cats au #augur au #moth flight #acorn fur #jayfeather #sandstorm #leopardstar #leafpool #willowshine

[kingcrustacean]

Blackbeard goes to Baratie

BLACKBEARD PIRATES VISIT BARATIE

#kartpost 💯 #one piece #baratie au #monkey d luffy #luffy #monkey d. luffy #sanji #blackleg sanji #blackbeard #blackbeard pirates #marshall d. teach #van augur #doc q #laffitte #jesus burgess

[frostfour]

Leafpool and Crowfeather run away, tired of the expectations thrust upon them. They run so fast and hard that Midnight has no hope of catching up, her kin tearing apart the Thunderclan camp.

Cinderpelt and Sootfur give their lives protecting the clan, and by the time aid from Blackstar arrives the newly built camp is but a shadow of its former self. Cats from every position bare cuts and bruises from Goldenflower to Whitepaw. A vigil for three begins but Leafpool leaves no body to bury.

The remnants of the healers den is eerily quiet, filled only with trampled herbs and a heavy atmosphere. Brightheart moves in, followed shortly by Sandstorm and the two she-cats attempt to care for the clan just as their loved ones had done. The work is exhausting, isolated from their families as they recall over and over the little rhymes and facts their loved ones had committed to memory. Rainwhisker dies to an infected scratch that was found far too late.

Birchkit spent moons of the journey begging his mother to let him stay with his friends, asking Tallpoppy why she couldn't live with them instead and only received amused chiding in response. Yet when he crossed the Shadowclan border, gently greeted by the familiar queen he could only focus on the strange tabby tom that accompanied her. His wishes had been granted, now reunited but it had never felt more wrong.

#AKA Birchfall med cat AU #Warrior cats #I just think the concept of a cat being forced into the role could be really interesting to explore when the reason isn't just ableism #Birchkit wants to be a warrior! He wants to hunt and fight with his clan! But Thunderclan is desperate and need a trained healer #and Birchkit is on the verge of being apprenticed. They can't afford to wait and see if Daisy or Sorreltail's kits want the role- he has to #Littlecloud demands to train Birchpaw in memory of Cinderpelt - to repay her for saving his life and introducing him to medicine #Mothwing would have also stepped in to help in Leafpool's memory had she not already taken on Willowpaw #*Barkface voice* Birchpaw you seem great but if I took in a Thunderclanner to train right now Onestar would murder me #The verdict is out on what is happening with the three #But Dovewing and Ivypool get a forbidden father! #Augur Birchfall [handshake] Med cat Birchfall: having an illegal relationship with Whitewing

[captainmortuemocs]

Got some pictures of my baby boy Augurous in his Spartan-III armor while I was playing Halo. (Thank you, My Boyfriend, for helping me pick the colors and helmet.)

#halo #halo game #halo reach #reach #spartan iii #halo oc #spartan oc #OC: Augurous Dovah-Fane #Augurous AU #OC: Spartan Augurous-B312 #my ocs #screenshots

[dark-myst28]

#swampyskullsart #my art #my oc character #swampyskullsau #warrior cat au #warrior cat oc #original character #Whitevulpine #augur white’vulpine #cult of esmeray

[groovycatanime]

Modern AU: Kuzan fell asleep with his webcam on in Discord without telling anyone, just to see what would happen...

Kuzan: *is asleep on a couch in front of the webcam. Blackbeard: What the fuck??? Wait... Laffitte: Why is Kuzan doing this? Burgess: I don't know! Doc Q: Did he say anything to you? Shiryu: God, look at-look at that fuck. Shot: Call a Pizza Hut to his house. Order him a pizza. Laffitte: Wait, does anyone know his-I know his address. Pizarro: Stay still if you want Dominos, turn around if you want Pizza Hut! Devon: *starts laughing* Doc Q: I hate National Geographic. Augur: I just wanted to drop in and see Kuzan dead. Burgess: Who sleeps with the fucking lights on??? Kuzan: *starts moving* Devon: Oh my god, he's twerking! Blackbeard: Oh my god, he's moving! Wolf: Is something happening??? Laffitte: He's hatching! Shot: He's moving! Burgess: Is he awake?! Kuzan: *stops moving and is still asleep* Burgess: Aww... Doc Q: Aw Pizarro: Aw man! Devon: Let's use our minds to move the couch so we can make him fall. Burgess: *acting like he's trying to use his mind* Bzzzz! Wolf: *doing the same thing* Pshoooo! Blackbeard: We've been here for two hours, just sitting here... Kuzan: *wakes up* Burgess: *gasps* Pizarro: OOOH! Laffitte: *claps giddily* Doc Q: *wheezes a laugh* Shiryu: You piece of-*leaves chat* *others follow suit* Kuzan: *laughs*

#i wish i could draw or animate #one piece #incorrect quotes #blackbeard pirates #blackbeard #marshall d teach #aokiji kuzan #kuzan #doc q #jesus burgess #avalo pizarro #van augur #laffitte #shiryu #shiryu of the rain #catarina devon #san juan wolf #sanjuan wolf #vasco shot

[clocktowerechos]

Factions of the Tyranid Swarms of the Brightest Night AU

"... One would be forgiven for being lulled into a false sense of hope that such foes are merely mindless, ravenous beasts. As the idea they may be something more organized and coordinated is too terrifying to consider..." ~ Unknown Ordo Xenos Inquisitor after first contact report with the Tyranids.

The all-consuming Hive Fleets have made landfall far earlier and with much greater force than in canon. They are not merely vanguards or scouting tendrils, but a vast migration of the Hive Mind's many limbs to sate its voracious apatite. Nobody foresaw their arrival, not the Eldar Farseers, not the Alliance Augurs, not Chaos Prophets, not the Necron and their esoteric, celestial calculus. The Hive Fleets arrived and since then, every angle of the Milky Way has become a vector for their entrance.

It was the Tau who first discovered the division of Swarms within Hive Fleets. Prior to joining the Alliance, they had worked with a team of Eldar on an entirely separate diplomatic research mission before accidently discovering the psycho-pheromonal signals that identify the types of Swarms. From it, scholars across the Alliance have theorized that the Tyranids have formed a super organism-like empire, scouring worlds and "farming" biomass to aid in their endless hunger. It is believed that at the conclusion of their feasting, when the last mortal has been consumed, they will devour their "empire" before moving on to the next, leaving only an empty galaxy and dead space.

Hive Fleets have been identified to possess specialized swarms, each fulfilling a singular role.

Devouring Swarms

They are the frontline of the Hive Mind, insatiable and voracious, they blot out stars with their mass and shower worlds with spores and combat forms. They are what the Tyranids are in canon.

Harvesting Swarms

What might be considered the "civilian economy" of the Tyranids, instead of simply devouring everything in a system, will instead strip all but one planet of life and biomass before dumping it on a singular planet, seeding it with abundant life. They "harvest" at regular intervals, but always leave enough for life to regrow, however twisted or terrified they are.

Survivors rescued from these Harvest or Swarm Worlds are forever scarred with horrific memories of their worlds being converted into bio-mechanical and organic factory farms. Where they were herded by a primordial energy like microbial cattle, and where the sound of chittering teeth and rending claws was always in the back of their minds.

Sprawling Swarms

Fulfilling a sort of logistical or transport role, Sprawling Swarms serve to carry biomass from Harvesting Swarms to Devouring Swarms, ensuring a plentiful stockpile of biomass for new monsters to be birthed from. Since their discovery, it has become a priority for many factions to target these swarms in the hopes of slowing the advance of Devouring Swarms, leading to Sprawling Swarms having the most formidable voidborn organisms of any swarm.

So critical are these Swarm fleets that any naval captain who provide evidence of its destruction can be guaranteed a promotion. And any penitent renegade who provides Alliance authorities with similar proof may be granted forgiveness and redemption should they be willing to join the Imperium and its allies.

Genestealer Cults & Genebloods

The infiltrating vanguard of the Hive Fleets are either formed from Genestealer Patriarchs who gestate in pools of Devouring Swarms, or from the broken individuals on Swarm Worlds. Their minds shattered and twisted by the Hive Mind's suffocating power, they believe the Tyranids to be messengers of a divine truth or star-born saviors. Given over to the profane worship of the Hive Mind, they sometimes form a "clergy" on Swarm Worlds that preach ascension into the light as the Harvesting Swarms come to reap their bounties.

No matter their origin, both Patriarchs and "Ascensionists" are delivered to unvigilant worlds to form cults and secret societies. Sowing the seeds of chaos and unrest with plans generations in the making before plunging the world into anarchy at the eve of the Hive Fleet's arrival. Yet, some manage to break free from the suffocating psychic will of the Hive Mind. Many go mad from the realization of what they are or what they have done, seeing their monstrous kin and children for what they truly are, and remove themselves entirely. However, some may seek to exact vengeance upon the Hive Mind, becoming Unbound Genebloods. Prized for their innate understanding of the Tyranid Hive Mind and ability to detect lurking organisms that stalk the shadows, they are often recruited by the Inquisition to root out their kin.

Just as pyskers must constantly ward off the daemonic whispers in their minds, Genebloods must constantly stave off the predations of the Hive Mind that seeks to enslave them again.

#wh40k #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #tyranids #genestealer cults #worldbuilding #alternate universe

[solanumoph]

My OC Valdrich and my friend's (@atrxxxie ) OC — Hela Visnadottir in Dragon Age AU. He is a Chasind outcast mage and she is a runaway apprentice of an Avvar augur. And they're married, yes.

#dragon age #da art #dragon age oc #original character #dragon age fandom #art #dragon age art #solanum oc

[fantomette22]

Could we see more of your Rom and Caryll? It has been a while

Of course! Thank you for asking! That inspire me quite a few things!

I don’t have much too say but have this few drawings i did for the occasion!

I guess this^ would be a missing scene in my fic. Between chap 2 & 3 when Rom meet Caryll. During Caryll convalescence, Rom was task by Willem (her father) to pass a bit of time with them. And they did pass a lot of time together! It was the beginning of a beautiful and long friendship!

Ah yeah, so at first i had this 2nd pic coming to me when i imagined a happy ending AU or smt. Basically baby squid hunter give everyone a second chance and either people are super happy or wanna kill each other xD But in the end i feel it would be the typical dynamic of this 4 in many contexts 😂 Rom & Caryll are just happy to see each other after a while and Micolash probably annoyed Damian.

They love the Augurs too like you can imagine ❤️

This 2 share a braincells as well.

Ok the next one now! This is a part of a way bigger story and headcanons where all the squad end up doing an expedition to Loran! (Byrgenwerth’s scholar’s, healing church, old hunters…) And Caryll, Maria, and Rom share a tent.

Yeah cool girl sleepover i know :3

Fishing Hamlet time...

A bad time like you can guess. I imagined some scholars would be quite shocked upon discovering Kos lifeless body... Maybe, just maybe, they had hope to be able to communicate with the goddess, alive. But all hope was fast lost.. and the only thing the scholars like Rom and Caryll were allowed to take back in person were the parasites...

Also you're probably wondering what in Kos name happened to Caryll's arm?! Well... I won't be giving too much context for what happened to them exactly... For now... (it's a sword and fire who did this).

Now, something a bit happier and a few years later. Before everything spiral down... With Caryll being the leader of the Choir and Rom being just under them, they passed lots of time with Ebrietas ❤️

Rom always managed to have quite a strong affinity with the daughter of the cosmos for some reason. And Caryll could understand a lot of what Ebrietas wanted to communicate.

And to finish I always wonder what happened to Caryll. You know...in the end? (I got ideas...) What happened to their soul.. I wonder if this 2 managed to meet one last time via the dream/nightmare...

#bloodborne #my asks #anon asks #fantomette22art #my art #rom the vacuous spider #runesmith caryll #bloodborne headcanons #micolash host of the nightmare #mensis scholar damian #lady maria of the astral clocktower #ebrietas daughter of the cosmos #augur of ebrietas

[troutfur]

For the prompts, Ash and Fern Augur AU, with Ferncloud's reaction to Squirrel snubbing her brother?

Fair warning for this one that Ferncloud is going to be portrayed as really, really xenophobic and classist. But that's kind of a given with Augur AU. Whenever I write Augur AU whoever ends up being the augurs by design adopt those opinions regardless of who it is. As I've said previously, it's an Arthurian romance not a Robin Hood ballad.

So, let's see where this takes us.

(Want your own chance at getting your prompt written? Check out my guidelines and submit one! I'm taking prompts up to the last day of the #CalmWrimo2023 challenge which is the 30th. Even if I have enough for the month I still like having more choices to pick from.)

Squirrelflight lay down on the patients’ nest inside the augurs’ den as she clutched her stomach. Whatever she’d eaten was absolutely murdering her right now. Since sunrise she’d had no appetite and now by low sun the growing discomfort growing inside her stomach had become unbearable. Beside her Ferncloud was riffing through her stores and preparing some kind of herb packet for her to eat, and surely a few doses she would be prescribing her.

The atmosphere between them was tense. She’d not brought it up but Squirrelflight could tell Ferncloud was not really pleased by the fact her brother had stopped sharing her nest and slept alone now.

The usually gossipy queen had been quiet, and as of the last few days she kept glaring at her from across camp. The treatment was not new to her, both her and Leafstep had grown up recieving it from the patricians of other Clans they met at the gathering or during the Great Journey. And it only gotten worse since those stuck up cats caught wind that her participation in the Sundrown Place patrol hadn’t technically been condoned.

But this was not really behavior that she expected out of ThunderClan patricians, even someone as prickly as Spiderleg. For better or worse more than a former kittypet’s daughter, low in birth as they come, in their eyes she’d always been Firestar’s, their glorious leader’s, daughter. The treatment from ThunderClan’s matriarch had even seemed to embolden her and Spiderleg’s mates in their own condescension.

“There,” Ferncloud said with an icy tone, sliding the packet of herbs once she was done. “Swallow it whole.”

Squirrelflight squinted at it as she took a whiff of the smell. She guessed asking for some honey to help it go down easier was out of the question. She forced it down her throat, the bitterness permeating every tastebud as she struggled not to gag. Once it was down she licked at her teeth, trying to dislodge whatever particles remained between her teeth to spit them out.

“Thanks Ferncloud,” Squirrelflight said with a nod as she prepared to leave.

“Sit back down,” Ferncloud ordered as she moved to block her passage. “There is a conversation we ought to have. I figure you must already know don’t you?”

Squirrelflight sighed. “Look. What happened between Ashfur and I... I just didn’t think he’d be the tom for me. I don’t think it’s something worth your attention.”

“I’ll say what’s worth my attention,” Ferncloud stated. “And one of the things that’s worth my attention is that you thought you were too good for a patrician.”

“Ferncloud, that’s not--”

“What’s worth my attention,” Ferncloud said louder. “Is that I think you and that sister of you are growing arrogant. That I think you are forgetting your place in this Clan, loners. I know Ashfur. He may be a little smothering, too eager to please, lacking in good judgement even. But for a patrician like him to extend not only the gift of his trust but his affection and for you to toss him away like that?”

“I didn’t toss Ashfur!” Squirrelflight defended herself. “We ended--”

“We?” Ferncloud said indignant. “By how devastated Ashfur has come to me it seems unlikely there was a we that ended this relationship.” With her tail lashing behind her, Ferncloud fixed Squirrelflight with a harsh glare. “I really shouldn’t have trusted that a friendship between my kits and you would have ended well. Not only does your blood already predispose you to this, I allowed you far too much access to the world of the patricians.”

A tense silence hung between them. Squirrelflight wanted to scream at the freckled gray queen that she was completely wrong, that she wasn’t being arrogant or stubborn or whatever else she wanted to project onto her. But the words failed her at that moment from how ridiculous the accusations were.

“Go now,” Ferncloud instructed as she stepped out of the way. “I am going to deal with this as needed. But for now just know: ThunderClan’s patricians are not going to be treating you the same ever again.”

With that, Squirrelflight tipped her head in a gesture of departure and maneuvered down the slope and away from the augurs’ den.

#eh another one I'm not feeling much #but it will suffice #warrior cats #wc #warrior cats au #augur au #ferncloud #squirrelflight

[al-ghvl]

a little self-indulgent hoo au fic thing i may or may not have written two years ago! also: (1) this is short af (2) idk if impraetor-ship was a real thing or (3) if reyna could strip someone off of roman status lololol (4) jeyna! </3

“You have no room to talk,” she all but growled. They were so close now that Jason could catch a whiff of her green tea scent that he would spend sleepless nights trying to replicate. “You serve as evidence that loyalty is easily wavering.”

Reyna smacked his hand away with a loud snarl as he made another attempt to reach for her.

“You’re done, Grace,” she hissed with a promise of finality.

***

“Jackson!” She yelled, stopping the boy dead in his tracks. He swivelled his head towards her, holding her heavy stare with familiar difficulty. “If you leave, then the deal is off,” she cautioned, her gaze approaching obsidian. “You will lose New Rome as an ally in this war.”

He gritted his teeth. “I think you’ve made it clear that this war is against you, Praetor.”

The corners of Reyna’s mouth twitched as she lifted her chin.

“Insolent godling,” she said. “We meet again on the battlefield, then.”

***

“Your first order of business, Imperator?”

Her gaze listlessly flitted over her legion. “Jason Grace has defected from the legion. I officially strip him of his power as Praetor and status as a Roman citizen.”

They all held their breath.

“Tomorrow,” she continued, “we raid Camp Half-blood. Romam.”

The augur nodded sharply, turning to the legion.

“Romam!”

They returned the call with similar fervour. “For Rome!”

***

“Prohibere, Reyna!” Jason yelled, eyes blown wide as he strained under her blow. “Never,” she hissed.

“You have to stop!” He yelled again. She sneered, swinging at him again. “Gaia will kill us all if we don’t stop her, Reyna!”

“Then I die a Roman,” she spat.

“No,” he says, slipping his fingers around her wrist and pulling her down. She hissed angrily as he pinned her with his body.

“I won’t die and neither will you,” Jason says with much effort as she continues to squirm. “I won’t leave you, Rey. Not again. I promise. Let me save us, please.”

Her eyes flashed. “Liar.”

He shook his head. “Cor meum tua sunt, et tua tantum.” My heart is yours, and yours only. “Let me save us.”

Reyna finally stilled as she felt the imprint of his kiss on her temple.

***

“Touch her and this alliance is over,” Jason warned the dark-haired Greek, his sword at the ready. Percy scowled deeply at the two of them. “That was what she said too,” he says in reply, gesturing towards the Roman daughter of war.

The blond sighed, although, unwavering with his hold on his sword and Reyna. “Only because you’d be killing the legion’s main person of power.”

“She refused to help!”

“And now she will,” Jason cut in, glancing at his agitated ex-colleague (girlfriend now, actually, but no one has to know yet) as he says this. “Won’t you?”

Reyna reigned in her expression, giving the two sons of the Big Three placid stares. “Yes,” she drawls, “I will.”

“Reyna,” Jason frowned in warning.

She crossed her arms, turning towards Percy. “You have my word that the legion will help you, Jackson.” He stared at her. “You won’t sell us out to Octavian?” He asked. At this, her mouth curved upwards into a predatory grin.

“You have my permission to get rid of him, if that would make you feel better.”

***

At the quiet pause, Reyna sunk onto her knees, heaving. Across from her, her son of Jupiter watched as she gave into her pain, feeling the loss and her exhaustion.

I love you, he mouthed to her.

She gave him a small smile. I know, she mouthed back, thank you.

***

“You’re pregnant?” Percy squawked.

Reyna scowled at him, however, found her spot in Jason’s embrace too comfortable to move.

“Don’t yell,” her blond tells the Greek.

“You got hitched,” one gasped. (Leo)

“How observant of you,” Reyna remarked. Jason pinched the skin on her wrist. “Fuck you, Grace,” she hissed.

“Sure, Grace.”

Their (uninvited) audience gave an annoyed groan.

#heroes of olympus au #jeyna #this is for the lovely people behind the revived jeyna community - i adore (and have missed!) u all <3

[elmflowers]

still thinking about jupiter academy....

im playing around with the idea that when you join the legion you get the hunters of artemis treatment right, but instead of just being frozen at the age you joined you stop aging at 25 (hypothetically the age of Peak Physical Health i dont know i am not a doctor), and get a slight power boost but not by much. maybe its feels like youre drawing from a larger pool of energy that is the entire legion? shrugs, i really want to hammer home the idea that the 12th legion relies on power in numbers and the group rather than individual.

this is mainly so we still have fucking legionnaires because like. a human lifespan for doing dangerous quests is very short. also, i think it would be a nice parallel/incentive like the hunters of artemis :]. im justifying it in my head with the fact that the 12 legion fulminata was literally pulled aside by jupiter with him going “message to all girlies: survive”, i think he would spare some immortality a la hunters style.

when/if you retire you just start aging from where you left off, like if you resign at 21 then you start aging from 21 again but if youre like 98 years old you start aging from 25 again.

im thinking that most of the core courses teaching staff (ie history, math, language arts, science) would compose of alumni who got their teaching degree (either from new rome uni or a normal university) and came back to jupiter academy to teach the next gen, but did not/have left the legion. i think most of the demigod/magic side of teachers are j academy graduates who either directly joined the legion (so have field experience) and then got a teaching degree from nru, or graduated from nru with a teaching degree for teaching fighting/magic/auguring specifically or something like that?

thoughts? onions? critiques? i want to create the ultimate au and usurp rick riordan one day.

#camp jupiter #new rome #pjo hoo toa #hoo #heroes of olympus #the heroes of olympus #rrverse #riordanverse #elm rambles #jupiter academy #that last comment is a joke. mostly.

[frostfour]

Hi @troutfur here. I'm sorry I didn't notice you'd posted more about your Frostfour patrician AU earlier. It's really good! I haven't stopped thinking about it. There's one aspect that I wanted to ask about but it slipped my mind until now. What have you thought about Brackenfur and Thornclaw? Bet they're having interesting lives in WindClan and RiverClan.

No worries at all! I've been sitting on this ask for a long while with no way of responding due to WIFI issues - it's safe to say there's no rush. Before I get into their respective lives after the move a little background information on what their identities in Thunderclan are.

With so many Augurs in one clan (which is a blessing in of itself) it is difficult for the siblings to assert themselves as individuals. They are still treated as the kitty royalty they are, with the added reverence of them being symbolic of clan unity but sharing a den with two Matriarchs... it's crowded. How they deal with the crowding shapes their lives after the move to an extent.

Thornpaw asserts himself as an Augur and lords his position over others with a higher then thou attitude, he is important and everyone within earshot is going to know about it. Brackenpaw choses to fade further into the background - he has a reserved personality and would rather have his siblings vie for prestige, falling back on being quietly obedient and not drawing attention.

With that little context out of the way, onto the brothers. Under a read more (hopefully) because this prompt has gotten very out of hand.

Brackenstripe - Windclan Augur Mate: Runningbrook, Kits: Honeypaw, Poppypaw, Smokepaw & Molepaw

So Brackenfur first; renamed to Brackenstripe mainly to differentiate to regular Brackenfur and also as a reference to the wonderfully dysfunctional mentorship he has with Graystripe in canon. Also -stripe has the same 'just some guy' energy that -fur has.

The Windclan and Thunderclan bond is strong when he finishes the first part of his training and moves into the moors and thus is welcomed into the fold from the clan at large. He is suddenly thrust into the spotlight upon arrival and has to deal with the whole clans attention. For the apprentices at the time Webpaw, Tawnypaw and Runningpaw it's an opportunity to increase their social standing. For the older cats in the clan he represents the unity that a Matriarch's litter of four usually indicates. Brackenpaw has absolutely no idea how to handle any of it since he was previously so over looked. His arc is essentially going from an incredible people pleaser to earning respect and not being bothered by all the attention.

His most notable connection is with Onewhisker though, who looks out for Brackenpaw and helps him settle into the moors. Barkface is often busy with Tallstar outside of training due to the high political tensions. Ashfoot and Deadfoot are also given the opportunity to try for a family, with Brackenpaw helping take the burden off of Ashfoot's duties. The other patricians are caught up with their own affairs and instead it's Onewhisker who steps up. Brackenpaw sees Onewhisker as an unofficial mentor/father figure as he grew up in the height of Onewhisker's friendly terms with Thunderclan - an interesting parallel to how Heathertail and Darktail are treated later down the line. When the Windclan civil war happens at the lake Brackenstripe is Onewhisker's loudest supporter. Honestly I could probably go on and on about just these two but for the sake of brevity I digress.

His legacy sticks out from his siblings as being the noble child not marred by drama. Brightheart has a streak of rebelliousness - her marriage controversial as was her stunt with the dogs. Thornclaw ultimately supported Tigerclan. Cinderstream is a constant point of contention between Thunderclan and Shadowclan. But Brackenstripe? He conforms and is rewarded for it. He is Onestar's most outspoken supporter in the civil war and is proven correct. Much like his mother before him and Moth Flight before her he has a litter of four kits with Runningbrook - nothing short of a blessing. While his siblings strayed in one way or another Brackenstripe did not waiver in the eyes of the Patrician's across the clans.

Thornclaw - Riverclan Augur Mate: None/Undecided, Kits: None/Undecided

Aaaand onto Thornclaw! No name changes necessary.

The Riverclan and Thunderclan relations on the other hand are hostile, heated after the death of Whiteclaw and the increased skirmishes over Sunningrocks. Patricians are family so to Mudfur and Leopardsun he is welcomed but the rest of Riverclan? He isn't trusted in the slightest. Thornpaw being the brat that he is does not take this change well - after all they know he is an Augur in the making, right? Maybe they just need to be reminded of that fact. Selling out his new clan is beneath that of an Augur. Needless to say that Thornpaw doesn't particularly do himself any favours in integrating into the community. Outside of the Augurs den the only cats that tolerate him in the beginning is Crookedstar and Silverstream. Even Mistyfoot and Stonefur struggle.

The Augurs den in Riverclan sure is something. It truly is just Mudfur on his last shred of patience while his two bratty kids squabble over everything. Leopardsun and Thornpaw start off entirely on the wrong foot but since they are both so proud they don't get over it easily. Honestly when I was deciding where the brothers would go the concept of Leopardsun and Thornclaw being close is what synched it. Leopardsun who is usually so ambitious and in control constantly ready to throw hands with a teenager she helps teach. It does evolve into genuine affection and friendly bickering which never ceases.

Yet the mix of having a huge ego, not the widest social circle and a change in home does make him feel really out of place. In Thunderclan everyone was more charitable towards his attitude and while no one is openly hostile to him, Thornpaw can read between the lines. Leaves a cat incredibly open to manipulation. The exact details are being figured out but essentially it leads to Leopardsun and now Thornclaw getting behind Tigerclan. As Thornclaw adjusts more into the clan, Riverclan as a whole is growing more radicalized. It's an injustice that Cinderstream never moved to Shadowclan as per the agreement.

How Tigerclan unfolds is still a huge WIP as is the leadership succession that unfolds afterwards but while Brackenstripe keeps his canon litter I'm unsure if Thornclaw will. He never struck me as a character to have a family. The current arcs struggle over a lack of connection to Starclan in Riverclan is fascinating would be easier to pull off way later if he doesn't have descendants of his own. Plus as matriarch any kits of Leopardsun would be preferred.

So in summary: Thornclaw goes from having a wild sense of superiority and elitism which comes to a head with Tigerclan. During the fallout he is forced into self reflection and learns to have a better control on his own ego (but still not perfect in the slightest). He still keeps his rough edges and stubbornness. And I undo the greatest injustice his character ever got: Thornclaw will never retire.

That's the overview so far! If anyone has read this far I commend you - the length got very out of hand.

#Frostfur Augur AU #Brackenstripe #Thornclaw #Onewhisker & Brackenstripe and Leopardsun & Thornclaw win the prizes for wildest interactions in the context of canon #But have a hell of a potential in an AU #If it isn't clear I never really know what to do with Riverclan #This doesn't even go into the odd dynamic Thornclaw and Graystripe have but I fear if I don't stop now this ask will never be posted

[aurevoirmonty]

Ni wokisme, ni cosmopolitisme : la Révolution arc-en-ciel. Ce que nous vivons n’est pas fortuit, pas plus la disparition de la paysannerie que l’appauvrissement des Français ou les émeutes de banlieue, Il n’y a ni crise ni déclin inévitable, il y a une révolution concertée, révolution mondiale et mondialiste, totale et totalitaire, touchant l’économie, les lois, les mœurs, la culture la pensée, les us, les croyances. C’est une révolution par le haut, par l’argent mais pas pour l’argent. Une révolution non aversive, maîtrisant l’ingénierie sociale et le temps long. Une révolution par la peur qui soumet les esprits à des dogmes faux, des « vérités à cours forcé », pour les couper de la réalité. Elle est spirituelle, elle a pour ambition de créer un homme nouveau dans un monde nouveau. Je l’ai dénoncée en octobre 2019 dans La Révolution arc-en-ciel et en mars 2020 dans L’Empire arc-en-ciel, annonçant avant le covid que l’un des moyens de cette révolution serait l’instrumentalisation des pandémies. Je l’ai nommée révolution arc-en-ciel parce qu’elle a choisi de se désigner ainsi par ses drapeaux. Ils prétendent à tort représenter le Bien que symbolisait à l’origine l’arc-en-ciel : arc-en-ciel du pacifisme d’extrême gauche, arc-en-ciel de l’antiracisme représentant la nation arc-en-ciel de Mandela et Desmond Tutu, arc-en-ciel du Rainbow Warrior, navire amiral de l’écologisme, arc-en-ciel LGBTQ enfin. On constate que leur explication du monde est semblable, que leurs méthodes d’agitation sont communes, leurs bassins de militants poreux, leurs objectifs communs, d’ailleurs revendiqués par la « convergence des luttes ». En somme la révolution arc-en-ciel est une réalité objective et subjective, et elle est opératoire. Depuis, des livres sont parus, d’abord au Canada sous la plume de Mathieu Bock-Côté, puis au Royaume-Uni, sous celle de Douglas Murray, pour dénoncer le wokisme. Ils reprennent une partie de la critique de l’arc-en-ciel, en se focalisant sur l’islam, d’un point de vue néo-conservateur, sans concevoir l’unité de cette révolution polymorphe. Un bref tour d’horizon de cette révolution montre qu’elle n’est ni hyperlibérale, ni prévue par George Orwell, ni l’effet d’une dictature des minorités, ni le produit d’un « wokisme » qui serait en perte de vitesse à en croire les augures – c’est la révolution arc-en-ciel.

[homomenhommes]

saga: SOUMISSION / DOMINATION 44

Samedi soir a eu lieu le deuxième gang bang de Ric.

Son paternel et moi excepté, il n'y avait que des black. Comme je louais pour la 2ème fois le gîte, le proprio m'a fait un rabais. J'ai copié l'organisation de la 1ère fois puisqu'elle avait bien marchée.

L'après midi je préparais la salle et cette fois j'avais pris Ric pour m'aider. Une fois tout en place , je me suis occupé de ma pièce maîtresse. Pendant une bonne heure et demi, nous avons préparé son corps à la performance qui l'attendait. Une demi heure à soulever des poids histoire de gonfler un max ses muscles, une heure de lavage, lavement, rasage de bite et du crane, massage entier du corps et plus particulièrement préparation de son anus. Enkpoté, je démarrais le rodage, sans jouir, j'utilisais ma bite pour pousser quelques dm3 de gel au fond de ses boyaux. Pour finir, je le plugais avec un engin de 6,5cm au plus large. Les bites à venir faisaient partie de ce qui se fait de plus gros ! dixit Eric. Nous avons juste eu le temps d'enfiler nos jocks que la première voiture arrivait. Son père évidemment. Il reconnut l'organisation et il vint flatter le flanc et la croupe de son rejeton prêt à l'emploi, à 4 pattes sur le lit placé au centre du séjour. Une moto et Eric nous rejoint. Il doit veiller à ce que les mecs qui viennent soit bien ceux prévus, lui seul connaît leurs têtes !

A l'heure du rendez vous, 7 blacks arrivent. De 30 à 50 ans environ, de balèze à ventru, de café au lait à noir KIWI, chacun me remet sa participation. Je m'isole dans une chambre pour vérifier rapidement les montants. Eric leur présente l'objet de leur déplacement. Je sers un apéro, ils commencent à tourner autour de Ric qui paraît très " blanc " sous les mains noires qui s'attardent sur son corps. Au bout d'une demi heure, Eric lance l'affaire en ouvrant sa braguette et en ordonnant à Ric de le pomper. Aussitôt un autre convive lui met la main au cul et joue avec le plug. Les autres s'approchent et commencent à se dévêtire. Bientôt, tout le monde est à poil, même son paternel qui regarde de loin l'attroupement autour de son fils.

Eric cède sa place et kpoté vient enculer Ric. Il le déplugue avec un plop de bon augure (lol), puis lui met ses 25cm au fond. Ric avale quelques cm de plus de la bite qui lui bourre la gueule. Après 10mn Eric laisse de nouveau sa place. Pendant 3h, ils vont se succéder qui dans la bouche qui dans le cul de Ric. Ce dernier sera rarement utilisé par un seul mec à la fois. En levrette, sur le dos, accroché par les hanches et maintenu à l'horizontal entre deux mecs, soutenu en l'air sur deux bites en acier, assis sur une bite, tout en en bouffant une autre...

Un seul n'a pu tenir jusqu'au bout et lui a juté dessus après une heure. Je nettoyais les dégâts mais le mec n'avait pas débandé et a continué avec les autres.

Vers 23h , ça a été une pluie de sperme sur le corps de Ric. A croire que les blacks ont plus de réserve que les blancs, une couche de 5mm devait recouvrir tout le torse et les cuisses de Ric.

Alors que les mecs partaient rapidement après avoir jouit, Eric les suivit de près après que je l'eu remercié de sa sélection. Nous nous sommes retrouvés à 3, Ric, son père et moi. Le père s'est alors approché de son fils, lui a levé les jambes, mis ses chevilles sur ses épaules et s'est mis à l'enculer sauvage. Il n'avait pas encore participé à la baise mais était excité au dernier degré. A cru, il lui a démonté l'anus. J'admirais l'expertise avec laquelle il sodomisait son fils. Comme il avait remarqué que moi non plus je n'avais pas encore joui, il me dit de m'installer devant. Je ne me suis pas fait prié et rapidement Ric m'a englouti la tige et mon gland s'est mis à flirter avec ses amygdales. Les grands coup de pine de son père le faisait m'avaler jusqu'aux couilles. Ce régime après l'avoir vu se faire larver pendant 3 heures m'a vite achevé et me reculant, je lui arrosais le crane de ma jute. Le père, endurant, mis bien 10 mn de plus avant de le doser. Il y en avait tant que le sperme ressortait le long de la tige encore en mouvement dans son cul.

Trop fatigué pour repartir, je passais la nuit au gîte avec Ric. Je le ramènerais le lendemain à son père. Après avoir somnolés ensemble dans la grande baignoire, laissant couler l'eau chaude afin de ne pas refroidir, nous nous sommes couché, Ric eu creux de mes bras, rompus de fatigue.

Je me suis réveillé le dimanche matin avec une sensation étrange. Mon érection matinale avait trouvé place dans le cul de Ric. Ce dernier m'ayant senti en pleine forme avait, par de lent mouvement pour ne pas me réveiller, réussit à placer mon gland sur son anus et un petit coup de rein avait suffit pour le faire entrer. Ce sont les massages répétés, procurés par les contractions de son sphincter qui m'ont réveillé.

Ayant pigé la situation, je me kpotais vite fait et d'un coup de reins, je lui remettais la totalité de mon sexe. Puis je l'ai basculé sur le ventre et il a écarté les jambes pour me faciliter l'accès à son trou. Je l'ai cloué au lit à grand coup de pine sans me préoccuper un seul instant de son propre plaisir. les mains accrochées à ses épaules, je le tirais vers moi et, me penchant, je lui mangeais les lèvres et la langue. au top de mon excitation, je me bloquais au fond et remplissait la kpote. Effondré sur son dos, j'ai repris mon souffle. Il n'avait pas joui mais je le lui ai interdit, je le voulais super chaud quand nous passerions à la maison voir Marc avant que je le rende. Il nous a fallu deux heures pour tout remettre au propre et nous laver aussi. J'appelais Marc pour lui dire que nous arrivions. Vers 12h nous étions à la maison. Depuis que je l'avais baisé, au moindre attouchement, Ric se mettait à bander. Sur la moto, collé contre moi, il n'avait cessé d'être en érection !

Marc s'en est aperçu alors que Ric se collait à lui pour l'embrasser. Placé en arrière, j'ai vu les mains de mon mec venir se placer sous les fesses de Ric pour le plaquer encore plus contre lui et lui faire sentir ce que lui allait lui mettre. Marc l'entraîna dans le salon, le plia contre le dossier d'un canapé et lui ayant arraché son jeans, me demanda de le préparer le temps d'enfiler une kpote. A genoux je léchais l'anus plissé qui avait repris son format habituel. Rapidement je poussais ma salive avec la langue et tirais sa bite raidie vers le bas contre le cuir du dossier. Je m'écartais au commandement de Marc mais restait sur le coté pour mater. La bite de mon Marc s'est alors faufilée, déplissant la rosette. Un seul mouvement pour une pénétration totale. Après quelques va et vient libre, Marc demanda à Ric de contracter son anus. C'est assez beau de voir cela de près. Une bite qui ressort alors que l'enculé fait tout pour la retenir ! De nouveau excité moi aussi, je me suis mis en position pour qu'il me suce (réédition de la veille, seul l'enculeur avait changé).

En me penchant, j'ai attiré la tête de Marc vers moi et nous avons continués à le remplir tout en se roulant un baiser passionné. Sans se décoller, nous avons jouit ensemble dans le corps de Ric. Ce dernier, sans se toucher avait lui aussi explosé, de longues traînées blanches coulaient sur le cuir noir jusqu'au sol. Après une bonne douche ensemble au sous sol, pendant laquelle je lui ai brossé un tableau rapide de la veille, nous avons dévoré le repas qu'il nous avait préparé. L'émotion ça creuse !

Trop fatigué pour la moto, je préférais reconduire Ric avec la voiture de Marc. A notre arrivé, son père nous attendait impatiemment. Il me remercia pour la veille, le gang bang " black " ayant pleinement satisfait ses phantasmes. Quand je lui annonçais que j'avais encore de quoi organiser quelques autres plans toujours avec des blacks, il me dit qu'il était Ok. Il me remit mon dût et comme je les quittais, je le vis, pour la première fois, avoir un geste de tendresse sur son fils. Au fond il doit bien l'aimer son fiston !

A la maison, je fis les compte de mon WE, encore 6 mois de mon salaire de bénéfices. ; ;

JARDINIER

there's always an exception

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