#twitchtip

[wagon-is-on-fire]

Suzanne Collins will never know the way The Underland Chronicles physically altered my brain chemistry as a 10 year old

[gummybearsings]

I was compelled to make a lazy personal character guide + size chart of Twitchtip, Ripred, and Lapblood so below is a very long ramble on how I headcannon their looks because the brain rot is real and I don’t want to think about finals this week.

First things first: the eyes

I swear when Gregor meets Ripred for the first time he described his eyes as “glowing” so I decided to make that literal and give all (if not most) of the under-land creatures glowing eyes. I’ve been thinking about possibly mild color changes to the eyes but different shades of yellow seems good for now.

Now as for the actual characters starting with everyone’s favorite sassy scent seer Twitchtip!

TT: Shes tiny, flat out. There’s no way an 11 year old boy was able to hold onto a huge waterlogged rat and be able to keep his grip long enough for the rest of the questers to pull them out of the water so she’s tiny (Yes I know she was also holding onto him to but still). Would also explain why she can jump so high, tiny body, strong legs (fast runner too). Miiiight possibly make her a tad bigger since Twirltongue is supposed to also be small but eh. I was debating on making her some fun color or just a light shade of gray but decided the gray would be fine for now. I also see her as perpetually tired looking so eye bags for days.

The others are pretty straightforward.

RR: Big boi, even to the other rats. I was messing with his fur color and decided the dark bluish gray was perfect for him. Looks soft and fluffy but has pretty course fur, with a proper bath and grooming it would be much softer. Far more physically expressive then the other rats for drama points. Other then that, not much to say.

LP: I figured she would fall into the average category in terms of looks. Was also thinking of adding cool coat patters but eh it looked too crowded. She’s around the average height for a female gnawer and a few shades darker then Twitchtip. Constantly has a “I’m over this” look to her. Slightly less fluffy then Ripred but much softer.

Oh also different whisker looks for everyone because I find it fun.

[wander-bunnies]

Twitchtip and ares could be so besties do you see my vision

[yesthefandomfreakblr]

Twitchtip in one of those vests for dogs that says NERVOUS

Do you understand my vision?

SCRREAMINGGN I'M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG- HERE SHE IS

[prophecyofgray]

hmmm. is this anything

[beetle-boii]

Wanted to redraw some childhood edgy wolf OCs

In order from left to right:

Saphira: Was a queen who also doubled as a Sonic OC

Twitchtip: Originally Saphira’s right hand man and a sort of anti hero. Also doubled as a Sonic OC

D: Twitchtip’s daughter, don’t remember much bout her other than she was based off of Jayfeather lol

[haveihitanerve]

If By Tragic, You Mean The End-

Twitchtip hurt. Her body ached with every pitiful step she made, stumbling around the small obsidian pit. Her nose throbbed, the constant smartting that had not eased as time went on, but had slightly lessened, perhaps. And her heart. Her traitorous, horrible heart. It hurt. Hurt with every breath, every wheezing gasp, every single thing she did. The pit wasn't big. Just a small circle, maybe the length of ripred nose to tail. And the width of him too. Twitchtip rasped a faint laugh at that. The guards above her peeked down, curious, but twitchtip just sagged against the wall, not giving them anything. Her breaths were coming slower now. It was only a matter of time. Twitchtip took a deep breath, closing her eyes. Her nose was broken, yes, but she could still smell faintly. The first scent that floated into her bruised nose was that of gnawers. Rats. She remembered a time when she had treasured that smell. When it had been comfort. When she had cuddled up with her litter mates and snuggled against her mother. When she had run with other rats, shoulders brushing as they hunted. She also remembered the fear that came with that scent. But, that too had diminished again. Twitchtip was no longer afraid. Not after meeting him. Ripred. Ripred was cold. Harsh even. But she knew why. She smelled it all over him. Perhaps thats why he had been so indifferent to her. But she knew he had cared for her, in his own way. Had made extra travels that he hadn't needed to, just so that she could spend more time in a nest than just cowered in a cave. Had left food and guarded water sources so she wouldn't have to hunt for her own. Had made sure to shield her from the attacking guards. And had made sure the first human she had come into contact with had been gregor. The pup. His pup, though the old rat would never admit it. Gregor. The pup was kind. Sweet. An innocent boy in a world of hate and violence. But by the time they had met, he had already survived one war. And was still fighting for them in the next. And he was still kind. Had treated her with respect and kindness that no one else ever bothered. Had lied for her, claiming he had rolled into her while he slept. Had saved her. That had been the most puzzling thing of all. He had saved her life. Just because. He didn't care that she was a rat and he was a human. He didn't care that no one else wanted to save her. That it was pretty much a death sentence. He had still done it. Perhaps thats why ripred liked him so much. And had felt safe leaving them in each others company. Added to the fact that the rat hated water and needed twitchtip to keep an eye on his pup. Another laugh rasped out of her at that. The guards began to talk, but twitchtip didn't listen, too focused on her thoughts. Her wonderful thoughts. Of the boy who cared. And the rat who had accepted her. When so many others had shunned her. Her thoughts drifted to the queen. The young queen. Who had fought side by side with her, not as enemies, but as friends. Equals. Who had defended until she had at last fled. Gregor. Luxa. Ripred. Their faces drifted in front of her eyelids. ‘What a wonderful way to die’ twitchtip whispered softly. And as she took her last breath, perhaps by fate, perhaps by luck, or perhaps by sandwich himself, it was their scents that filled her nose. Their scents that guided her into that wonderful paradise. And as Twitchtip approached those gleaming apples, she breathed deeply, and smiled.

[applesandpavenders]

Being able to smell secrets is such a cool super power