#i was solely a warrior cats child

[dekuscrubbb]

heehoo haha hoo doggy

anyhow, yes, twilight still has his wolfie form in this. it's just comes about in a different way

#lu twilight #twilight linked universe #lu #linked universe #camp hyrule au #camp hyrule doodles #tloz #doodles #in case you cant tell #IVE NEVER DRAWN A CANINE BEFORE #i was solely a warrior cats child #so there is a learning curve to this i just know it

[elysiuminfra]

my I Need Money post (AKA, please consider helping me survive my abusive homelife)

Hi! I’m Cecil. I’m a 20 year old transgender artist from Louisiana, and I can make YOU art!

Art is my sole source of income, and I’m in a bit of a pickle. I am an adult now, and I gotta do adult things. like pay off debt. My sibling is 17. We are both victims of abuse and child neglect at the hands of our alcoholic parents. It’s not so great, but I’d like it to get better.

I’m disabled from medical neglect, and have no way to get my driver’s license. I am unable to get a job, as I live too far from anywhere that would hire me, with no way to get there. This is all I got, man! I got two hands and a warrior’s spirit!

My sibling is my pride and joy and I want to see them flourish and thrive because they’re awesome. They struggle with untreated bipolar disorder and a slew of medical problems, and I want to get them treated for it. I also need to take my two cats to the vet. I have debt I have to pay off, and I have to buy myself food to combat my increasingly declining weight. My clothes don’t fit very well anymore. :(

Art and design is my life-long passion, and I’d like to do it for the rest of my life, but I can’t if I can’t get on my feet. If you’d like to view more of my work, you can check some out here, or view some of my more professional work on my commission website here.

If you would like to financially support me, consider commissioning or donating! Even just sharing helps!

https://ckncommission.carrd.co/

https://ko-fi.com/cknelysium

On a serious note, things at home are not great. This is where I talk about what is going on in detail. Details of abuse and neglect beyond this point. Not required reading, but necessary for context. Photos included.

It’s not that I’m just poor, my parents both work full-time jobs, and they manage to pay the bills. I have food and a roof over my head, but I own nothing but debt, and can’t financially support myself. My parents have been neglecting my sibling for years, and neglected me the same. They do nothing to help us.

My sibling is showing signs of health deterioration, likely malnutrition, and they don’t seem to be concerned about it at all. My health is getting worse, too, because my parents have ignored me when I have stated I am getting worse. I haven’t been to the dentist ever since I was a child. I live with disabling chronic pain and intense fatigue, and I don’t even have a diagnosis, since no one will take me to the doctor.

My sibling likely not going to graduate because my parents have not supported them at all with their mental health, education, or support them just in general. They live in total isolation alongside me. My parents are also the reason why I can’t get a job- they won’t teach me how to drive, and won’t provide transportation. I am physically trapped in my own house, and the only people who can drive refuse to take us anywhere. They also will not help clean the house, and they won’t help fix our dryer or washer, which are both broken. They won’t take our pets to the vet. They won’t spare any expenses for things that need to be done. They spend most of their money on alcohol. In my state, we are currently experiencing what one would call abuse and child neglect. This is one of the only times I have ever written, in detail, what my home life is like.

Our washer and dryer, both broken. We don’t have any flooring in that room. The other is part of our living room floor. I am the only person who cleans the house in any capacity, and when I do it never, ever stays clean. The dirt is from my dad alone. I need to cover doctor’s visits, medication, food for my sibling, and vet costs for my pets. I would also maybe like to have a little treat every once in a while. I can’t physically drive, but if I am able to get the money for it, I can force my parents to take care of things. Due to the, er, abuse, I am also isolated from the world at large and have no support system. All things described on my sibling have been happening to me for years, but I’m technically an adult now, so there’s little anyone can do for me. Things aren’t so great, but I think they can get better through blood sweat and tears. Which is why I have to step up and try to do all these things myself! A difficult task, but I want to make art into something I could do as a job. Please lord have mercy, I want to wash my clothes. I can even save up for a car, and teach myself how to drive, so I can finally reach independence. Without financial support, I can’t achieve that at all. I am very stressed about everything. I’m very isolated as a result of not being allowed to go anywhere. I don’t have anyone I can confidently trust with my home-life situation. I have no resources either, as I live in an area with very little support for adult victims of parental abuse. I’ve never made a plea like this before. I just want to be able to live and thrive and survive on my own, and I just can’t do it at this rate. If I can go to the doctor, I can get healthier, and undo all the years of medical neglect and actually hold a full-time job making coffee like I’d like. I’m afraid both me and my sibling will never get anywhere in life, and I don’t want that for them. I don’t want that for me. I want to finally start living. Thank you for reading, and getting to the end.

#pinned #commissions

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Okay- こんにちはこんにちは how are you doing sorry if this might be a long ask I do not know but anyways could you do door fam we're like I don't know since I haven't seen alot of mha content a lot on here so I decided to give you some anyways with ror fam with either a Todoroki!reader or toga!reader whichever one you want and please take your time with this take breaks if you need to also welcome back!

You can delete / trash just if you want I do not mind:-)

-You couldn’t help the quirk you had received; one could never tell what quirk one would have, even those who would do quirk marriages, meant to make children with stronger quirks, something that was now becoming not only outdated, but illegal.

-Your quirk was blood related, if you ingested blood from someone or something else, say a cat, you could transform yourself into that person or creature, but the strength of the transformation depended solely on how much blood you ingested.

-Your parents, your family, couldn’t understand, you were such a cute little girl, how could you have such a brutal and evil quirk.

-You couldn’t understand why they were always yelling at you, telling you that you were evil, having a blood related quirk, they told you to hide it, so you could be considered somewhat normal.

-The day you met your new family was one of the happiest days in your life, you were hiding from your parents in the backyard, hugging your knees close to make yourself small, not wanting to be hit anymore.

-A swirling portal of light opened up just a few feet from you, it was so pretty and after hearing your mom shout out your name, you took the chance and jumped into the portal, tumbling forward as you landed.

-You found yourself in a large room, filled with strange people, later learning that they gods and humans, warriors of the past, and you landed in Valhalla.

-The uproar caused when you arrived, a child, shaking, injured, and scared, was almost overwhelming.

-However, they were gentle, treating your wounds carefully, not trying to cause you more pain, and they were nice, patting your head and telling you what a good girl you were.

-When you told them what happened, with the portal of light, they were all unsure of what was going on, having never heard of magic like that before.

-They also learned about the world you came from, that most everyone has quirks, superhuman abilities, but were furious to learn how you had been treated because of your own quick, being blood related.

-Despite having never dealt with someone with a quirk before, your new, adoptive, family were supportive, they helped where they could understand and learn about your quirk, guiding you.

-Unlike your parents and doctors who were unsupportive and abusive, they helped you realize that your quirk was not your fault and that there was nothing wrong with it.

-Due to their support and love, you grew up with support and reassurance, and learned that your quirk was not scary, it was more mischievous than anything.

-When you first started experimenting with transforming into others, you, Loki, and Nostradamus got in trouble, them for coercing you to change into Odin, and you for agreeing to do so.

-You didn’t want to think about how you might have turned out if you had stayed with your parents, you knew it had taken years of therapy, on insistence of Adam and Zeus, that you get counseling, but you try to not to think about the ‘what ifs’ if you didn’t go through the portal.

-Your family all adored and loved you and encouraged you to always try new things, however, they were not prepared for when you came home with a boy one day.

-Your family knew that you were growing up, being a teenager now, but they weren’t ready yet!!

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #toga #ror loki #ror adam #ror zeus #ror Nostradamus

[crowtrobotx]

Writing request: MurderFam adopts Cat!MurderFam.

Your wish is my command! For those unaware, the cats are the kitty versions of Kris, Karl and Lottie that Bri so lovingly wrote for her amazing Warrior Cats fic (which you should read here) What the Cat Dragged In Warnings: None, beyond cursing and some lewd humor. Word count: 2273

“Honey, sit still please.” “I have enough layers on! Mommmm! Let me go!”

Kris tried not to react as Lottie flopped back dramatically onto the kitchen tile, limbs spread starfish-like to emphasize the absolute agony her mother was forcing her to endure by not letting her run outside naked in the dead of winter. Surely child services would arrive at any moment to behold the horror of a child being dressed for the cold and whisk her away to a family that cared. With a sigh, Kris crossed her arms and stood over Lottie, now fully feigning death by sticking her tongue out and pinching her eyes shut. Her fluffy pink earmuffs looked like a second set of buns perched on the sides of her head. “You just need shoes. That’s it - only shoes,” Kris said calmly, gesturing to the snow boots sitting by the door. “Do you think you can survive that? You wouldn’t want wet socks.” “I don’t want to wear those boots. They’re too hot!” “Mmm. And what other boots could I get for you- oh! That’s right! You melted the soles off your second pair when you and Papa insisted on playing lightsabers by the bonfire in autumn. Speaking of which, where is your father? We need to get going - the school bake sale starts in half an hour.” 

Lottie sat up, her grumpy expression diminished slightly at the prospect of changing the subject away from her attire. “He’s outside. Said he was going to the shed because he thought he saw an animal go in last night.” “When did he tell you this?” “Right after breakfast… a while ago, I guess. Maybe he got lost? Should we make a search party? Can I fly a helicopter!?” Kris’s brows furrowed. The shed sat at the very edge of their property, right where the woods began - she could see it from the kitchen window, for heaven’s sake. He had been gone a long time for someone investigating such a relatively small structure, though. Either Karl had met his doom at the paws of a rabid skunk, no doubt engaging in combat to assert dominance over who smelled the worst, or it was the cats.

Two of them, usually - a male and a female. They didn’t typically stay around long, only ever dropping by to make camp for a few days in whatever space they could find amidst Karl’s comically large collection of “vintage” lawn mowers and tools he insisted would be fixed up and resold one day. They’d started showing up a few years prior, not long after Kris and Karl had moved in. At first the cats kept a healthy distance, little more than quick blurs darting out from under the porch. Kris treated them more or less like cows on the highway, something to point out and briefly observe before going back to the monotony of the day. And then, Karl started making even more frequent convenience store stops. He always showed up with a bag of Kris’s favorite sour candies in an attempt to distract her from the copious amount of tuna cans he was stockpiling. He even tried to hide where he was putting them, as if the smell of fish didn’t make it incredibly obvious. Before she knew it, the fluffy tomcat had fallen on top of her head from the support beams the next time she’d entered the garage to speak to her husband, the smaller brown she-cat observing boredly from on high as her mate was nearly punted across the room. “It’s gotta be those furballs again,” she said to no one in particular. She ran a quick hand through her frizzy curls, standing on end seemingly out of frustration with her offspring. “Lottie, please put on your boots and then follow me outside. If I see you come out barefoot, I’m picking the movie tonight.” “Uuuuuughhh… Fiiineee….” The screen door slammed with a bang as Kris marched with purpose across the backyard, beelining for the rickety old shed. What remained of yesterday’s snow mix with mud from the yard squelched unpleasantly underfoot. She wasn’t angry about the cats so much as she was about being late - it gave her tremendous anxiety. Not to mention fucking Debbie would undoubtedly have set up shop right by the exit, where Kris wanted to be; the thought of the woman’s smug face sneering at her while she hawked her flavorless macarons was enough to drive her to madness. No, she would not lose her prime bake sale real estate this year. Not again. She heard it before she saw it, the shed’s perpetually shattered side window allowing the sound to be audible when she was within ten paces. Karl’s voice - so he hadn’t fallen victim to skunk murder. Shame.

Kris didn’t bother knocking - she pushed the creaky wooden door open and entered the damp, warm space with an expression that she hoped conveyed the sort of disappointed maternal look that bent the normally bombastic man to her will. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, a figure sitting on a stack of overturned milk crates in the corner began to take form - as did a pair of glowing, irritated eyes.

And there he was, Mr. Tough guy himself, cradling the scraggly grey tomcat like a baby and cooing at it in an uncharacteristically high pitched tone. Kris sighed. It might have been cute if they didn’t have somewhere to be - and if Karl wasn’t deliberately pretending she wasn’t there. The cat was looking at her with an expression that she could only describe as insulted, as if he could not believe her audacity in interrupting his belly rub session. “Having fun?” Kris’s lips twitched. “We were.” Karl was very fond of the male, to put it lightly - though he’d die before he said as much. Kris wasn’t a cat person, but she had exchanged enough glances with the small, brown female to recognize the same exhausted eyes that stared back at her every morning in the bathroom mirror. A kindred spirit, it would seem. The poor thing had lost her tail, and all that remained was a little nub that fluffed up angrily when she was agitated. Which seemed to be often around her ever-meowing mate.

Speaking of which- A quick glance around the space didn’t immediately reveal the little she-cat, to Kris’s surprise chagrin. Unless she’d wedged herself in a corner or under a tarp, she was nowhere to be seen. “Where’s his girlfriend?” Kris asked, trying to sound uninterested. Karl shrugged, the momentary pause in his petting earning him a swift paw to the jaw. He chuckled and resumed his all important task, shifting a bit anxiously in place. “Dunno. Haven’t seen her - she’s probably out getting drunk with her little cat friends and talking shit about this poor baby.” The tomcat purred loudly, swishing his feather duster tail across Karl’s leg. Kris rolled her eyes. She was busy thinking up a witty retort when Lottie’s wheezy self jostled around her from behind, having just sprinted over from the house upon the realization that her parents were spending time together without her, yet another unacceptable grievance. Almost as bad as being forced to wear shoes. “What’re you two doing? What’s that? Is that the cat we saw last summer?” “You’ve got major FOMO, y’know that?” Kris flicked one of her buns affectionately. “Papa was just saying goodbye to his buddy, wasn’t he?” Karl opened his mouth to protest - Kris swore for a brief, insane moment that the cat mirrored his expression - when Lottie tugged on her mother’s jacket sleeve. “Hey, where’s the other one?” God, she’d hoped Lottie wouldn’t ask. For all anyone knew, she was simply hiding or out hunting - but the fact that it was winter, and knowing how many coyotes and foxes they’d already seen this season… she didn’t want to think about it. Kris swallowed her mounting sadness. They’re strays, she told herself. It was bound to happen sooner rather than later. Besides, she wasn’t even a cat person - what was she getting so worked up about?As if on command, an irritated meow came from the small storage loft above. The little brown she-cat darted her green eyes curiously between Kris and Lottie before glaring at the tom. Kris snapped her gaze up and failed to contain the relief in her voice as she exclaimed, “Hey, you!” Karl, infuriatingly, noticed. He flashed her one of his Cheshire cat grins, and Kris was ready to launch the nearest rusty tool at his head when the she-cat voiced her indignation once more.

The male meowed in response and flopped awkwardly out of Karl’s lap before bounding on top of the nearby crates and barely making the leap up into the loft. His back paw slipped awkwardly, but he managed it all the same before shaking his fur like a wet dog and trying to look menacing and huge again. He briefly butted heads with his mate before they both turned away from the three humans below, as if deep in hurried conversation. Kris didn’t want to waste any more time on this than they already had - mostly she didn’t need Karl needling her about actually liking a cat. She gestured toward her waiting car in the driveway, loaded to the hilt with brownies that actually tasted good, thank you very much, Debbie. “There, you’ve had your visit. Now can we get going?” “Yeah, yeah.” Karl rose with great effort, the groan he emitted as he simply stood up more akin to someone being stabbed to death rather than simply stretching their back. “Hey, wait!” Lottie suddenly pointed upward toward the ats and bounced eagerly on her toes, craning her short neck to try to see something. The female hopped down first, gracefully, and made her way to Kris’s legs. She wound her sleek little form around them a few times, and Kris couldn’t resist bending and giving her a quick ear scritch before Lottie nearly shrieked with delight. With a heavy thump, the tomcat landed on the crates again, this time carrying a furious fuzzball in his jaws. The little grey kitten hissed furiously, its short limbs flailing with irritation at having been removed from their warm nest. The proud father strutted over to Karl to present the little spitting terror while the mother appeared unbothered, ignoring her offspring’s protests and blinking slowly up at Kris to gauge her reaction. She wasn’t sure if cats understood thumbs up, but that was all she could think to give the expectant creature. “Well, look at that!” Karl clapped his hands together delightedly. “You old bastard, you got some swimmers that still work?” “Aww, I said the same thing to you after we got married,” Kris kissed her husband’s cheek, reveling in his sour expression. 

“IT’S A KITTEN!!!!!” Karl barely caught Lottie before she lunged forward, pure mania in her eyes. “Lottie, shhh,” Kris suppressed the urge to laugh lest it startle the cats. “Yes, it’s a kitten. A very cute one. Try to stay calm, we don’t want to scare them away.” Her daughter was practically vibrating with excitement. The tomcat plopped the little grey kitten, his clone in almost every way, on the dirt floor where it proceeded to fluff up to twice its size and stand stock still. Its eyes were like saucers as it observed Lottie, unsure of whether to run or launch itself at her face. Ever the extrovert, Lottie dropped to her hands and knees and introduced herself, loudly, to the kitten. She crouched until her chin was practically on the ground and made herself as small and unthreatening as possible. The kitten slowly deflated, shuffling forward and flashing tiny teeth nervously before batting Lottie’s nose to garner a response. Lottie only laughed and extended a chubby little hand for it to sniff. A few cautious sniffs later and the little beast was hesitantly allowing itself to be petted clumsily on the head, even letting a few purrs escape here and there. “Well… I’m glad this had a happy ending,” Kris muttered. The she-cat at her feet went to go inspect her kitten while the male watched happily from his lounge atop an old dusty stool. “We should really, really leave, though. How will Lottie’s junior robotics club survive if I don’t fundraise half the budget with my astonishing selection of baked goods? Come on, old man.” “Sheesh, alright. Does your girl bother you this much?” The tomcat yowled pathetically at Karl in response. “Yeah, I know, buddy… I know. It’s torture.” Kris and the she-cat glanced at one another, a sort of shared understanding that transcended species passing between them. Both of the boys were going to husband jail tonight. “Can we keep them!?” Lottie begged as the kitten scaled her face onto her head as if conquering a mountain. “Yes,” Karl announced, drowning out Kris’s softer “no.” She wanted to protest, but frankly the urge had fled. It wasn’t worth it. Not while Debbie was out there making gains already. “Fine,” Kris conceded at last. She turned to leave, waving a dismissive hand over her shoulder as she made her way back toward the house. “Fine, but you two are keeping them fed and changing their litterboxes. And buying them toys, and taking them to the vet…. And we need to talk about neutering the fella.”

“NO!” Karl stomped a foot angrily. “Don’t disrespect my boy like that! Don’t even joke about it!”

Kris had half a mind to comment that she was referring to him, but decided she’d had enough tantrum delays for one afternoon.

#asks #writing requests #grisailledreams #chrysalis (fan fic) au

[rynrising44]

Danbeau vs. Valcarol: There is no competition. They both mean the world to me.

At around 6am while on my Zoo med rotation, I was running treatments and ruminating about Carol Danvers, as I normally do. I started thinking about Carol and Valkyrie, and then Carol and Maria, and then Carol and her relationship with Monica. I was thinking about a few posts I've seen regarding Danbeau vs Valcarol with some discourse over which one is right, and which one is wrong, and I found myself asking the question, "Why do you write about Valcarol so much? Why does their possible relationship mean something to you, when Carol and Maria literally started raising a child together, before Carol left?" and then it kind of hit me.

Carol died.

I knew this. It's something that drives a lot of my works, but I really just let it soak in:

Carol Danvers- the hot-headed, stubborn woman who never thought twice about doing something she knew was right- died. The light speed engine killed her. The Kree stripped her of her memories, revived her for the sole purpose of weaponizing her powers for their racist genocide, and then shaped her into a murderer. In the end, she beat Yon-Rogg's ass, saved Earth, and re-united with her family, but her memories were still gone. She left, not truly realizing what Maria and Monica meant to her; and then- due to a variety of poor decisions and an overwhelming sense of guilt- she never came back. She never really remembered, either.

Monica grew up.

Maria moved on- became a hero in her own right with SWORD. Kicked ass as a mother and as director of a freaking intelligence agency.

Fast forward a few decades, and here you have an anxiety-ridden, effectively immortal, still half-amnesic Superhero with a shit-ton of guilt and a self-sacrificing complex. Maria is dead, and Carol refuses to reach out to Monica, for fear of roping her into all of Carol's mistakes. She's running from planet to planet in a chaotic pattern of, "I need to make up for Hala. I need to make things right," and self-isolating herself as a form of punishment.

Enter Brunnhilde, a woman who literally self-isolated for like a thousand years on a murder planet. A woman who knows loss, who is extremely long-lived, and who drank to shove away her past, because she couldn't handle the memories. She's got a shitty history as well, filled with regret and poor decisions.

While Carol has no memories, Brunnhilde has too many.

Carol latches onto the past, Brunnhilde tries to ignore it.

While Carol is a nervous wreck of, "I have to fix it. I have to do better," Brunnhilde was the, "Maybe if I ignore everything, it'll go away," variety, that has now turned into the, "I am responsible for literal warrior children and a country full of theme-park goers. Oh gods, what have I done?"

They're both utter messes in their own right. They're both foils of each other: soft and hard, dresses and suits, expression and repression, patterns and solids, past and present, and to me, they just... fit. Maybe it's a combination of my own trauma that draws me to them. Maybe it's because I love a good tragedy, I don't know, but the thing I'm trying to get at is this:

I love Maria and Carol for who Carol was. For that fireball of a woman who never second-guessed herself. The person before the Kree, and Hala, and space- whose biggest concerns were proving the Air Force wrong, changing diapers, and finding a babysitter for Monica on date nights. Bars and alcohol and baseball caps. First loves and long drives with the windows rolled down. Two women with an equal lifespan, who could live and die together like normal, beautiful humans.

And I love Carol and Valkyrie for who Carol has become. An immortal PTSD-ridden warrior. Someone who second-guesses everything. Whose concerns now involve about a hundred planets, Titans, gods, Accusers, etc. She's nostalgic for the 90s. She wears god-awful crocs and yells at her cat. She's in a fake-relationship with a random Prince because she "felt bad" and hooks herself up to fracking pods every night because she clings to the past like it's all she has. Valkyrie tethers her to real life... shows her that healing is possible and encourages her to open herself up to others again, even if it hurts.

To me, both pairings are beautiful. Both are valid. Both have their place in discussions, fanworks, and canon, and in everything I write, I aim to treat them with love, respect, and devotion.

Because these three women absolutely deserve it.

#carol danvers #valcarol #king valkyrie #the marvels #captain marvel #Danbeau #maria rambeau #marvel mcu #ao3 writer #personal rant #not really a rant #More of a word-vomit amount of love #Because I love them #And for everyone wondering yes I got those turtle shells surgerized and stable. #Did my treatments like the turtle vet that I am.

[the-owl-tree]

Your post about Sandgorse makes me think that Tallstars’ revenge would have been an excellent way to explore how it feels to grieve a parent who was either toxic or straight up abusive. The thing is, most people without wanting or meaning to, do deify the recently deceased, tend to remember only the good moments or minimize the bad. Having Talltail realize at the end that his father was truly abusive, and that even if the hurt he feels is understandable, he was not a good father and he doesn’t need to feel guilty for moving on, would have been a pretty good lesson towards the younger audience. I’m saying this as someone who went through a similar experience with a family member, was relating to Talltail’s guilt and stress about lack of closure, and then felt utterly betrayed when the books painted Sandgorse as a good parent and Talltail as someone that needed to “make up” for him . They even present Palebird as somehow being worse, when she was experiencing post partum depression on top of losing a child (this seems to be a recurring theme in warriors, since Sparkpelt goes through nearly the same thing)

Absolutely agree with you! The first half of Tallstar’s Revenge sets this up: Tallstar needs to learn to accept he can’t keep envisioning Sandgorse as a hero he needs to live up to. I love stories about rocky relationships with guardians, of children who have to grow up and realize they can’t be the person their parents want them to be (or that their parents won’t become someone they want them to be). It’s good juicy drama and often times these stories are satisfying in the sense of seeing people grow and move on. But it doesn’t happen.

The recurring theme of fathers in warriors is that there never needs to be a reckoning of their absence (Stormtail) or their shotty treatment of their children (Sandgorse and Raggedstar). The narrative either twists it around so that the father’s shitty behavior is never acknowledged, or worse, it completely puts the blame on the mother figures in the situation (once again, not excusing Lizardstripe or whatever being abusive but like….why does the cat who talks about how it’s unfair toms don’t have to give up anything when having children become the abusive mom. Can we think critically here. Raggedstar abuses both Yellowfang and plays a part in Brokenstar’s rise to power and he’s a fucking footnote compared to her).

Just a note for this next session on Palebird, I’m moreso talking about her from a writing perspective. Not as a real mother with PPD. That’s a distinction I want to make clear.

I think the thing that bothers me more about Palebird’s story is that she is absent in Tallstar’s life as a child, she doesn’t defend him from her father and her arc is wrapped up by, not talking with her son or asking for support from her Clanmates, but by remarrying and having more children. It’s a baffling and, with the rest of the series treatment of mothers in mind, shitty way to conclude her story.

I will fight tooth and nail that Sparkpelt being able to rely on other queens to ensure that her children were cared for was GOOD and NOT NEGLECT. What’s the alternative? A depressed mother who can barely care for herself takes care of two children as well? There’s nothing wrong with asking for help, there’s nothing wrong with leaning on community for support. ESPECIALLY if it means two children will be cared for, the prioritization of Sparkpelt being the sole caretaker would’ve put Finchkit and Flamekit in a much worse situation.

But Palebird doesn’t get that help and the story, from what I remember, never really comments on that? It’s a bit of a mess. I’m not fond of how they wrote her. Honestly, both Sandgorse and Palebird are interesting conceptually but the execution and resolutions of their characters is just sort of “I want to throw these two in the trash and start from scratch” energy to me lol

#warrior cats #deer rambles #SORRY THIS GOT LONG #busy day today! I need to destress by getting mad about warriors LOL

[ninamitoo]

VILLAIN WARRIOR

Chapter 1

BTS Jeon Jungkook x fem! reader

Hero Jungkook x Villain reader

Summary: all you want to know is why your parents were violently killed and why there was no proper investigation done. Odds are against you when a promising hero Is willing to do everything in his power to put you behind bars.

W: 2404

Future warnings: probably angst, emotional damage, commitment issues, trust issues, future smut?, heavy themes and adult language, dark story?

Tell me if I forgot anything, I'll change the warnings in the course of this fic.

My masterlist

VILLAIN WARRIOR masterlist

You can feel him before your eyes can even register him, his presence radiating a strong musculine dominance. The hair on the back of your neck stood up in a sudden rush of adrenaline. He tracked you down again.

With an uncomfortable feeling settled in your stomach, you realized that he gets better with each new hero raid and slowly, but surely, starts to come at your heels. You didn't have time to play cat and mouse tonight, so you decided to take a tactical retreat without him even knowing. 

You can feel your hair standing to attention and you straighten your body to its full heigh, releasing your grip on the male collar laing beaten under your feet. You brushed of your hands and breathed in while the heavy boots behind you were closing in on you. 

“Are you stalking me bunny?” You address him while you let your bloody knife disappear into the shadows of your cloak. Tiny stones cracked as they were pushed on the asphalt under his sole, and you knew he had stopped with his unit just a few feet away from you, keeping enough distance in case you decided to attack. You didn't need to look to know it was him, because it was always your cute, muscular bunny.

“Put your hands up so we can see them and turn around slowly!“ He demanded in a firm voice and you did what he asked with a quiet giggle. You were greeted with a pistol barrel aimed between your eyes. 

“Tsk, tsk,” you sigh at him as if you were scolding a misbehaving child. “What did I possibly do to receive such a gentle welcoming?“ You raised an eyebrow at him, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips when you noticed his frowning face. You have a talent at getting him riled up.

“For starters, you attacked the man behind you, notwithstanding all the other charges raised against you AND you are one of the most wanted criminal.” He answers calmly and nods to his companions, who immediately surround you, making it impossible for you to find a way to escape. If they only knew...

“Don't you know the saying innocent until proven guilty?“ You smile at the man before you who is still holding up his rifle steadily pointing it at you. His coal black hair flowed in small ripples on his forehead, falling into his dark brown eyes. He was dressed in his typical black uniform with protectors on his joints and chest, although he certainly didn't need them thanks to his ability to strengthen his body into graphene. His insurmountable close combat style has earned him a top rank amongst the heroes when he was still a young teenager and you were his first case.

“You look more handsome with your hair up,” you said with a flirting tone. His eyes widened just for the briefest of seconds, not expecting from you to openly flirt with him like this. The oxygen thickened every time the two of you shared a space together and today was no different. There was tension in the air and you couldn't tell if it was sexual or just an escalation between the hero and the villain. Yet you could not deny the irresistible attraction you had to the young hero from the first moment of your encounter; they came at you because of your own carelessness and you knew it. It was months of hard work and years hidden in the shadows that turned to dust overnight...

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You finally found out where Park Li-Su's gang was located and after weeks of trickery, you got in as one of the dancers. As one of the new girls, you were on the first floor, in the public club functioning as a shield, but you knew Su was with his close cronies on the lowest floor underground where only the most desired companions have access to. So when you were offered one of the pole positions in the attic, you immediately jumped at the opportunity.

The space below was divided into 3 sections. When you walk down the stairs leading from the top floor, you get a view from the balcony of the round bar in the middle of the room, which was surrounded by a dance stage. There was always a raised stage a few metres apart, measuring one metre by two for the dancers, with private compartments against the walls. This was a place for the lower members of the geng who had no power and were just an extension of their elder brothers.

The second part was reserved for all the senior members and the third part was all talk until your lovely, drunken clients couldn't see into their mouth and told you everything you needed to know after a few drinks and drugs - most of the time the boss resided in his personal red room where he took with him the most corrupt officials and women who provided physical entertainment. Getting into his personal room of paradise was difficult given the fact that there was only one path to it, lined with bloated bodyguards and selling your body for sex was an option which you refused to acknowledge, and that's when you decided to use your inner ability - a rookie mistake which costed you a lot.

You should have known that in a world where there are select people with superpowers, even a geng boss with no inner strength would have set up protections against violent intrusion caused by inner strength. The moment you passed through the wall separating the corridor from the lust paradise, you set off the alarm and it didn't take long before you were standing in the middle of the room with several guns and knives pointed at your vital organs. You weren't particularly fazed, you were sure you could overpower them the moment one of them let their guard down. In fact, the bigger problem was the latest addition to the bodyguards team, who thoughtlessly called the local police.

Before a hero is officially inducted into the Heroic Legion, he operates as a scholar among the police force. There, they learns the basics they need for their future profession, not to mention how advantageous it is for ordinary people to have someone with supernatural strength and an unbreakable will to protect others at the cost of their own lives at their side. He was there.

You were both in your late teens at the time. At that time he was still just an ordinary young boy who had barely come of age and wanted to spread goodness while you were a slightly older girl dressed as a prostitute who had the police called on you for forcibly entering and assaulting an influential man. He was doing his job, just like you.

The men in black uniforms surrounded you almost immediately after Su, with a warning punch to the man's face accompanied with loud, colorful profanities, instructed the others present men that the police were not to be called without his permission. He didn't have connections in their ranks for nothing.

"Fuck!" Su screamed as he delivered the final blow to the hapless scapegoat. The blood pouring from the broken face soaked into the red carpet beneath the motionless body, and only now did you realize why the carpet was so spotty and why none of the women had screamed at the sudden commotion that followed your arrival. The Red Room was not a metaphor for the orgies held behind closed doors, but an apt name for the torture chamber.

Li-Su knew the police meant trouble, always sticking their noses in everything. And although anyone can eventually be bribed with the right amount of currency, why would he take the risk when he already had his people among the senior cops and sheriffs? Plus as long as none of the peace officers present were corrupt, you had a chance. But even that tiny sliver of hope was taken away the moment one of the officers spoke.

"Mr. Park, good to see you again." Mr. Choi as you read on his nametag, most likely the highest ranking cop among the attendees, extended his right hand to your target. A big, triumphant grin spread across that snake's chubby face as he realized who had come to resolve the situation, and you immediately understood they were old business partners as they exchanged greetings with a friendly gesture.

"Ki-mun! Nice to see you. How is your wife doing?" Bald Li-Su replied, the gold teeth in his wide smile reflecting the overhead lights. The knuckles adorned with large rings on his right hand were scraped and reddened, but the policeman across from him paid no attention to this and politely answered the question, thanking him for asking.

'I have to get out, fast...' You thought to yourself, and your eyes began to scan the room for the best escape route - something you should have done before you walked in. As you jumped from one possible scenario to another while trying to recall the layout of their secret underground lair, your gaze collided with another.

His young pupils were dilated with consternation and confusion. He was told that they were after a dangerous individual who was endangering innocent citizens, yet sitting on the floor in front of him was a girl who had far too much make up on for her age, wearing a bright wig and looking like a doe caught in the claws of predators. It didn't escape his notice that you weren't armed in any way while every man around you was carrying at least two different weapons. His eyes didn't even miss the injured man who was painfully holding his dislocated lower jaw in a corner hidden behind the backs of his colleagues, nor the fact that your hands were perfectly clean. His instincts told him that you were innocent in this and you were the victim, not the chubby Asian guy with a series of tattoos covering the entire left half of his face and probably his body.

So when he noticed you looking around, he deliberately drew the attention of his senior colleagues to himself to give you room to escape. You still, till this day, don't get why he did it, but you took advantage of the sudden opening and ran to the right wall of the room, where you knew the sewer systems were behind. In your mind, you focused on your power and forced the molecules in your body to dissolve into nothingness, and before anyone could recover, you slipped silently through the wall to the other side, revealing to the world you are one of the chosen ones.

A few decades ago, human evolution moved to the next level, or they say. According to some evolutionary theorists, human genes have never changed, they just spread to a larger portion of the population a few years ago than they have so far. Some enthusiasts, theorists and fanatics point to recorded cases of supernatural events that they have begun to attribute to people with genotype X, in other words, people with inner strength. They say that people with supernatural powers were alive long before the general population learned of their existence and accepted this fable as fact.

Once official heads of state worldwide confirmed the existence of a new type of genes that induce supernatural abilities in humans, new laws and studies were put in place. If a child does not manifest the X gene during their first 10 years of life, it is confirmed that they are a "normal human", as there has not been a single case of superpowers manifesting later than age 10. Once a child has awakened their inner strength, which varies by type of X-gene (over 100 different types of X-gene have been recorded so far) their designated guardian is required to report them to the Office of X-Persons. If a child is not reported for any reason during the first year after displaying their force, they automatically fall into the unregistered persons file and are recorded in the system as possible criminals for disobeying the law.

You were unreported by your parents when your power showed, and until tonight, no one knew you were an X-gene person. Today, when the stars in the sky were almost invisible, a new unregistered villain was born, who came to be known as the Vanishing Lady.

Jungkook watched with his peripheral vision as you disappeared in the blink of an eye and only ran after you when his superior angrily ordered him to do so. He was amazed by your speed but what surprised him the most was your inner ability. He had never in his life heard or read of a case where one's power was spontaneously passing through walls. As he focused his amplification on his right arm and waited for the whole thing to turn to hard material, he forcefully punched through the wall you'd walked through as if it had never been there. As soon as his path cleared, he ran after you.

"I'll check the left side, you take the right!" He managed to shout at his colleagues over his shoulder before disappearing into the darkness of the sewer. He didn't know why, but he was sure you'd turned left and not right, and he wanted to be the one to find you. Not only because it would get him a better position in the Legion, but also because he had a lot of questions for you he needed answers to.

Eventually he managed to catch up to you but he was sure you had let him; as he came to a stop, you stood facing him, your breath steady and your gaze level.

"What do you want?" These were your first words meant only for him to hear and despite the harsh words your voice was almost friendly, showing you mean no harm.

"What were you doing there?" His first question was asked, but even before it was, he expected no answer. "You don't have to worry about that, kid." You replied and Jungkook frowned at your use of words.

"You're not that much older than me," he protested, regretting how irritated he sounded - just like a little kid. But your amused smile was endearing to watch and all he could do was replaying the sound of your little giggle in his memories over and over again while he watched as your figure merged into the darkness behind you, only your eyes still glowing until they too, disappered.

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"How do you know I look better with my hair combed up?" The young man in front of you asks before he can change his mind and you smile in amusement. "You should pay more attention to your surroundings. I like watching you." You confess and watch his body tense with shock as he tries to figure out when you were secretly watching him. However, he is not going to admit any weakness in front of you especially when it comes to who is better and so he decided to strike back: "Shouldn't I at least know the name of my stalker?"

The air is knocked out of his lungs when he sees the gentle smile on your lips for the second time after six years.

"Vanishing Lady." You say in a hushed whisper while shortening the distance between you so much that you're away from him at the length of his lowered rifle. "But if you really want to know more about me and my true name, find me yourself without your colleagues backing you up and without any listening devices. Whenever you can find me on your own, I promise to answer one of your questions truthfully. One meeting - one question."

You offer and let one of his colleagues come after you. As soon as the older man touches you in an attempt to roll you to the ground, he flies right through your ghost and onto the cold ground below. Jungkook watches with interest as the image of you before him ripples and slowly dissolves into grey shadows.

"How can I trust the word of a villain?"

"You can't. But who determined that I'm a villain?" Your words resonated in the wind like a final farewell before your face, too, faded into nothingness.

One of Jungkook's older colleagues who has been in the Legion a lot longer will stand next to him: " I thought her ability was walking through walls, not creating delusions."

"I thought so too, Suga-hyung." Jungkook replied absentmindedly, while his mind was already gathering the threads of how to make the best use of your careless offer. He will track you down and get you. For sure.

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To be continued

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AN: I know this episode is very short, but I honestly don't know if there would be any interest in reading a story like this. If so, I will post more episodes over the coming months. I have the story all planned out and I'm honestly quite happy with it, but I don't want to write something that no one will be interested in. Until then, I bid you farewell.

#bts fic #bts x reader #bts jjk #bts jungkook #bts jk #bts jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook x female reader #jungkook x y/n #mystery #fluff #jungkookxreader fluff #jungkook x reader angst #slight angst #jungkook x redader smut #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic #bts jeon jungkook

[burning-thistles-bt]

I looked at various characters, and now im showing you guys it. I'll send in the other few character analysises after this.

Robinstorm reads as a grooming victim to me, the way he acts is akin to how spottedpaw had acted with thistlestar, albeit it was not romantic or sexual, he displays most of the same behaviours that grooming victims do.

He also displays the same behaviours and reactions of a traumatized child (meek, people pleaser, scared, etc) towards Lightningfur, to the point he was willing to literally exile himself to go with her because he didnt know who he was if he was not lightningfurs former apprentice

From the scenes that we've seen and behaviours in later chapters, Lightningfur physically abused him (and possible also mentally abused robinstorm) to the point he has scars and a torn ear (iirc)

He is unhealthily attaches himself to her, idolizing her the same way spottedpaw had idolized thistleclaw, in robins mind, lightningfur can do no wrong and do no evil, even after seeing her slaughter her own mother, the cat that birthed and raised her with love.

He also shows major panic and fear at the fact he considers himself to be "replaced" by featherpaw, he doesnt want lightningfur to discard him

He also quite literally cannot/does not know how to function like a proper clan member without lightningfur, he was literally forced into silence about what she did to him and how he was treated.

This also all happened while he was still mentally developing (aprox. 0-9 in human years, which converted should be aprox. 0-13 moons in wc time) and was easily impressionable, lightningfur employed groomer tactics (a.e threatening to hurt him if he spoke out, which is exactly what most groomers do), attacked him, i dont really like using this term but, she literally brain washed him into seeing her as literally unable to do no wrong/better than starclan and that what she did to him was normal.

He literally considers himself to be completely worthless and worse than dirt if he is not being ordered around by Lightningfur, seen by how hes implied to literally constantly try to be the perfect apprentice/warrior and make her proud him

This may be me overanalysing but whatever, also robinstorm reminds me of Choice by Jack Stauber and Pure as a lamb by Baby Bug :3c

HELL YES I AM LIVING FOR THIS ANALYSIS

you are SPOT ON literally Lightningfur is just continuing the cycle of abusing a kid, because Thistlestar did similar to Tigerstar as well (and obviously he was sexually grooming Spottedleaf, Grasswhisker, etc. as well). Lightningfur is NOT A GOOD CAT. At all. She HAS moments of "goodness," but not only is she OPENLY horrible about her actions, but in secret, she is way worse.

All of Robinstorm's scars ARE FROM HER, or her training. SHE RIPPED HIS EAR OFF and then told him not to tell anyone and also insisted he didn't need medical care for it! She wanted him to be strong and powerful and when it turned out, hey, babies don't come out the womb fighting soldiers, she was pissy and didn't want to "waste" the effort on him. She just wanted him to magically become good, but obviously he CAN'T, and he internalizes that. He just wants to be good for her, but he also knows that she doesn't give a shit about him!

While she doesn't give Stormpaw any scars, she is very verbally abusive and demeaning towards him too, even neglectful as a parental figure. The only reason she didn't hurt him physically too is because he was Silverstream's kit.

She was kinder and better towards Featherpaw for the sole fact that, not only was Featherpaw Silverstream's kit too, but Featherpaw looks like Silverstream. And Lightningfur would never hurt Silverstream.

All of this is 100% correct.

#is now a good time to mention i love Robinstormfur as a ship too lmao #my storm boys #honestly this analysis is SO amazing #lolling response #burning thistles #burning thistles au #bt spoilers #bt war era #robinstorm #robinpaw #robinkit #stormpaw #stormfur #featherpaw #feathertail #lightningfur #bt luna #wc luna #luna #robinstormfur #storm boys #asked and answered #anon ask #character analysis

[sunnymoon-sunshine]

I think there is something interesting about critiques of Warrior Cats versus like, more adult media. And that's the way that Warrior Cats is, ultimately, a series for children, and I believe the fandom can sometimes be a great way to point out the major, major morals this series imparts. I think that characters should be and are encouraged to be flawed, HOWEVER, I wish that Warriors would be a little more careful with the messages that get put on page, whether they intend for it or not. Things like, get back with your abuser (Squirrelflight and Bramblestar, Dovewing and Tigerheartstar will remain an example of this to me too, even though it worked out), or literally anything about adoption from Dawn of the Clans, or the ways outsiders are portrayed. Or Spottedleaf's Heart.

I think the ways in which people make criticisms to Warriors in particular is really meaningful because I remember reading these books as a child myself and being so immersed in it. I also remember the Warriors forums and how awful the opinions on there could be sometimes, solely because of influence from the books. I don't know. I just feel like it's important to really nitpick children's media.

Like, Wings of Fire is by no means perfect, but at the very least it tries to have every character grow by the end of the book in some meaningful way that children and adults are able to understand. Warriors, I think, should lean into that more. Every book seems to be trying to tell a story rather than to impart something meaningful, and I think that's a little sad, considering the potential there to talk about the difficulties of family dynamics, the closeness and problems of communities, and just.. so much more than it has been.

So shoutout to people who rewrite! It's a tough job, but y'all are nailing it.

#sunnymoon rambles #warrior cats #don't know just been pondering #wanted to wake up writing juices too #my internship wants a little write up of how my internship has gone #and I have been in a contemplative mood today

[catgirlkirigiri]

would you mind explaining beamstar and oddstrike's story bc they seem so interesting....

YES I WOULD LOVE TO this is gonna get so long I’m sorry <3 I’m putting it under a read more for the sake of everyone’s dashboards

So. RippleClan started out very normal, 10 founders a fair amount of warriors it was going fine. That is until Ripplestar died 6 moons into the Clan’s existence - just in time for their apprentice Beampaw to get her warrior name, Beamstep (after Ripplestar’s warrior name, Ripplestep). Sparkstar, the second leader, didn’t last too long either, dying only 9 moons later. Leestar, the next leader, only lasted 4. By that point Beamstep was one of I believe three remaining founders, along with the founding medic who would die a moon later and one other remaining warrior. Beamstar then became the Clan’s fourth leader.

Within 30 moons of RippleClan’s existence, Beamstar could only watch as her Clanmates slowly died off, in the end leaving only her and Oddstrike, the child of a loner who’d joined with their father and brother. Beamstar and Oddstrike had never really gotten along, but being the only cats remaining in the Clan, attempted to set aside their differences to keep RippleClan alive. Oddstrike’s death loop began few moons into this bitter era of the Clan.

The first time Oddstrike would experience a loop was after Beamstar died, leaving them alone to become the leader and sole survivor of RippleClan. In the following moon, they were taken out by enemy Clans until they finally died for good… only to wake up alive again, the day Beamstar had died. This was the only loop in which Oddstrike was taken back further than the morning of their death. (From a gameplay perspective I was just resetting so the Clan wasn’t toast - some friends I told about this as it happened thought the death loop approach would be funny, so it became canon.) Over the course of RippleClan’s empty moons and slow repopulation, Oddstrike died a total of 59 times before finally breaking the loop when they died peacefully of old age at 193 moons. But now we’re getting ahead of ourselves!

After nearly 20 moons of bickering, including a divorce or two, Beamstar and Oddstrike welcomed their first litter of kits: Poppykit, Cloverkit, and Pouncekit. There was a war declared a bit after these three were born but it’s fine don’t even worry about a Clan declaring war on a divorced couple and their infant children. Beamstar and Oddstrike broke up practically every third moon, but always ended up getting back together. (Their hate and romantic love for each other are both maxed out.) This first trio of kits became Poppyeyes, the new medic, Cloverpad, and Pouncepetal. Just a few moons after they earned their full names, their younger siblings were born - Wheatkit, Antlerkit, and Rosekit, soon to be Wheatfur, Antlertuft, and Roseacorn. These would be the only kits the pair had together, and no, having children did Not help the divorce cycle.

Between those litters, the first of many outsiders joined: Stumpywhisker, the retired young adult leader of the Clan that RippleClan went to war with. Stumpywhisker would eventually become Cloverpad’s mate, and they wound up having 15 kits but this isn’t about them <3 most of what happened in the coming moons began to revolve more around the oddbeam kits than the divorced guys themselves as RippleClan regrew, with more outsiders joining, allowing the Clan to prosper as the younger cats fell in love and invited loners and kittypets alike to stay. Oddstrike did of course continue their horrible death loop, dying for their Clanmates several times (namely their grandkits Ravenfall and Hornetstrike, whom they died for multiple times each) and the divorce cycle raged on. Beamstar and Oddstrike often hated even the thought of each other, thinking about how they wouldn’t miss the other when they died, yet they couldn’t keep themselves away from the only love they’d ever had.

Somewhere along the line that I don’t exactly remember the timing of, Wheatfur and Antlertuft both died, the whole Clan grieving the cats that to most were a brother, an uncle, or a son. Oddstrike also lost their left leg to a snare and their tail to a dog. (Poppyeyes held funerals for his dad’s amputated limbs which I found very sweet.) Oddstrike remained Beamstar’s deputy for nearly her whole leadership, though they finally retired a couple moons before the end of the dark era the pair led RippleClan out of, leaving the role to their daughter Cloverpad.

After over 100 moons that felt like an eternity (probably because Oddstrike kept dying and making me reset lmao) Beamstar’s lives dwindled, and she finally died of old age surrounded by the Clan she’d worked so hard to save. Beamstar spent 125 of the 164 moons she lived as leader, and probably half of those were spent divorcing Oddstrike, who outlived her by 44 moons. I’d like to think they’re still getting married and divorced all the time up in StarClan now.

But yeah that’s basically it! A beautiful toxic cycle of marriage and divorce in the midst of a dying Clan they were both so desperate to bring back from the brink of extinction. It’s been 300 moons in RippleClan since Beamstar died, and while they’re still a pretty small Clan, they continue to stay alive. The current leader is Beamstar and Oddstrike’s great granddaughter.

#zoracontent #answers #anon #clangen: rippleclan #oddstrike #beamstar

[b4ckr00ms-k4ndl3z]

pinned post 3.0 go

ahah, anyways ; yes, i am finally finishing my pinned remake! i just didn't like my old one anymore so, here we go.

reblogs would be appreciated <3

and again, contents (rules, about me, fandoms, etc) are below the cut!

[ about me! ]

hey! i'm rex/kel/teruko, either name is fine, and even any other name you know me by as well as i have... a lot, haha. i have a lot of DA's, but i don't feel the need to list those here. i am also a minor (15), so do keep that in mind!

i use he/they/it, but also use neos! you can call me any neos, i don't mind, i like most of them all!

i myself really enjoy things like horror, especially body horror and analog horror, cryptids, true crime, art, and i've had an ongoing fixation with warrior cats for at the very least four years now.

[ blog rules! ]

★ — i write, draw, and make edits! the things you can request are writings, art prompts, and various edits like roleplay icons, profile images, aesthetics, and moodboards!

★ — i will NEVER, under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES create content that goes against the boundaries of any creator. this means if a creator is uncomfortable with it, i will NOT write, for example any nsfw, and this also applies to other boundaries. (if i happen to accidentally break a boundary that i am unaware of, PLEASE let me know as soon as possible! i do not want to break boundaries at all. if this does happen, i will also edit or more likely delete the post that was boundary breaking in the first place.)

★ — please, DO NOT BE WEIRD WITH SFW POSTS. it makes me uncomfortable personally, and then it is even worse if it was about something for a media in which the creator is uncomfortable with nsfw/suggestive content. the only way this is allowed is if the post had implications to begin with.

★ — I DO NOT AND WILL NOT WRITE DEAD DOVE. i do not support it. i may write or produce things with darker themes, but in no way is it glorified or romanticized. certain darker things may be mentioned or referred to in past tense, but i do not write those out in my content or romanticize it. it is no way portrayed in the main ship. writing things like "abusive!(character) x reader" and especially trying to portray it in a cutesy or romantic light is disgusting, coming from a victim of abuse. this also goes for pedophilia or non-con (this includes dubcon and similar). if you support the romanticized writing of those things, get out. i do not want you here. this is not a dead dove blog and i do not support it.

★ — there will be nothing at ALL relating to romance with child characters (below 14). and unless it is within warrior cats, i will not write romance with animals, including pokemon. warrior cats is the sole exception because unlike pokemon, warrior cats portrays the characters as very humanized, and the reader would be the same as these cats. pokemon are not portrayed in a humanized way in canon media. on this topic, i will not write anything romantic for any digimon at or below rookie level, and certain digimon no matter its level will have romantic content depending on how humanized or animal like they are.

★ — i take requests for cc x reader and cc x cc, although i rarely write for ocs. the only time i will do so is if i know someone's oc well, and they're owned by a friend.

★ — i write fluff, angst, platonic, romantic, and many other things! i also write for any genders and also polyamory. i will not do nsfw.

★ — trigger warnings will ALWAYS be placed properly, so don't worry!

[ fandoms! ]

i am a multifandom blog; that's right, multifandom! so that means i should list the available fandoms. below are all the requestable fandoms!

Wii Deleted You

Until Dawn

Sally Face

Digimon (+ Cyber Sleuth & Hacker's Memory!)

9

The Mandela Catalogue (NOTHING ROMANTIC AT ALL.)

FNF (Mods Only!)

Creepypasta

John Doe

Your Turn To Die

Helluva Boss

Hazbin Hotel

Eddsworld

Warrior Cats

Lobotomy Corporation

Library of Ruina

Pokepasta

OMORI

Roblox Doors

Lego Monkie Kid

Danganronpa Fangames (NO MAIN GAMES; Danganronpa as a whole otherwise is mostly a discomfort to me for personal reason, however, fangames have many, many positive memories for me so i will write for it!) (including super danganronpa another 2, danganronpa another, and danganronpa despair time.)

Rain World

[ tags! ]

there are several tags used to help navigate around the blog, so here's some of them.

★ — #☆: serene liminal spaces - General Writing

★ — #☆: familiar paintings - General Art

★ — #☆: foggy trails - General Edits

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★ — #☆: overwhelming nostalgia - Smut

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[ emoji anons! ]

last but not least; emoji anons! yes, if you'd like you may claim an emoji. helps me know who you are if you request again! do note by the way that you don't need to be an emoji, you can also be a word, like star anon, i just don't know what else to call this ^^"

💖 Anon [ Tag; ☆: 💖 anon ]

[ queue! ]

(these are in no particular order, but do note that requested writings will be put into more priority than anything from otherwise! these are also in color order; white is what is not started, green is what has been started, and purple is what's waiting to be posted — i try to have only one post per day if i even have that many ready! if not, it'd more usually be once a week. also, non-requests are not counted in my max total of requests, since those are just things i came up with on my own!)

(5/15)

wii deleted you x scene / scenecore reader (not requested)

until dawn x scene / scenecore reader (not requested)

sally face x scene / scenecore reader (not requested)

digimon (hacker's memory) x scene / scenecore reader (not requested)

john doe x scene / scenecore reader (not requested)

your turn to die x scene / scenecore reader (not requested)

omori x scene / scenecore reader (not requested)

sdra2 x scene / scenecore reader (not requested)

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olly, autumn, silver & gold poly headcanons (requested)

shin x reader (requested)

frosty red x reader (requested)

big brother glitchy red (requested)

lmk poly (requested)

and that's all! i'll see you again in another world, friend! <3

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[bonefall]

Out of curiosity, do ya have any warrior cat ocs or fan clans ?

i have a google sheets document with 294 cats and i haven't even updated it with my clangen OCs yet

I basically have 3 major fanclan categories though;

The Enclanned

My rework of the fanclan I had as a child, it used to be called MiracleClan and it had dragons and stuff. It was beloved but turning it BACK INTO a fanclan was impossible without undoing everything I loved about it.

So I just leaned into it until it wasn't Warrior Cats anymore. It's a speculative evolution story that follows a society of Felis Astutus (descendant of Felis Catus Domesticus) as they enter the Bronze Age, stretching through several generations in various "epochs."

Some cool noteworthy OCs from here are Tornjaw, Grandheart, and Stagmeadow, the children of a war criminal HERO who accidentally burned down their valley paradise, devastating the ecosystem and perfectly priming it for an invasive species-- dragons

Untitled Airfield Clan + Untitled Saltmarsh Clan

The ecology of the area I live in includes a lot of abandoned factories where we used to make planes, suburbs and roads as far as the eye can see, and underappreciated salt marsh biomes. A lot of my extra WC fancharacters get thrown there (especially the ones that don't fit elsewhere).

It's more of a fun thought exercise to appreciate my local ecosystems, because these suburbs and roads can get depressing and it's a nice framework to explore local flora and fauna with.

Two noteworthy OCs that have ended up here are Barrelstar and Frogfeather. An ancient ancestor and the sole surviving member of a now defunct clan trying to establish a new home in an abandoned air hangar.

BlossomClan from ClanGen

The last one was just a clangen game I played to pass the time while I was visiting my partner's family before school started up a couple months ago. I had a bunch of very cute little characters that came out of it that I plan to distribute into the Airfield and Saltmarsh clans

One of them was Halfheart, who has the most DELIGHTFULLY EDGY story. Every time I turn around this woman is writing a new tragedy.

Her dad brought home three mysterious kittens, Halfheart looks just like him, of which Half is now the only surviving kit after her siblings got killed doing villainous things. She had two kittens- both died. Every mate I put her with died in tragic circumstances. Eventually she managed to find an ex-loner named Meadow (a name heartwrenchingly close to her first mate, Meadowclaw) who gave her two kits, then Spiderlegged her.

Her father Mothheart became MothSTAR eventually, making his unstable daughter his deputy. I still need to open that save up again and see where it goes LMAO

There was also a bunch of other cool guys from there, but I'd have to open up the save again to be able to retell the stories. I wrote it down but left the document on my laptop.

#Warrior cat OCs

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@blxestar (x)

Bluestar was glad to see the younger feline so excited, so interested. Such excitement could make her a good warrior in the future- one who was alert and attentive.

So Bluestar stopped walking and looked up at the large landmark. “I experienced a battle as an apprentice here once, against RiverClan,” she told her. “I fought a cat I’d previously thought highly of. That is why you must be very careful who you make friends with in other clans. You may meet them in battle one day, like I did.”

She looked at Sunningrocks for a short time, memories of the events that had gone on there running through her mind, and then Bluestar turned and began to calmly pad away.

“I’ll give you a couple of options on where to go next: the Thunderpath- which is my clan and ShadowClan’s border- or Snakerocks. I will warn you about the latter, however… it’s very dangerous to go alone. That is why we won’t get close to it, but instead, we will investigate from afar if we choose to go there.”

—– 🦋 🦋 🦋—–

The young she-cat’s head tilted, blue eyes gleaming brightly though she squinted against the sunlight filtering through the leaves above. Her pelt prickled with exhilaration. Again, the notion of fighting for glory was one that caught her attention, and rightly so — Truly, what young child of such a country wouldn’t think that war was something beautiful? With all of the propaganda, she was bound to find it as a heroic and wonderful thing.

All too quickly, she’d made up her mind based solely on the sound of the term Thunderpath. It sounded foreign to her, and exciting. In her mind, she thought of some ancient tunnel of sorts, rumbling with loud sound and some sort of ancient rhythm. Maybe there was magic in it? It had to be so much more interesting than getting bitten by snakes!

—– 🦋 🦋 🦋—–

#had to re-tag you bc of my drafts messing up :') #blxestar #threads #m:Naomi #Verse I: Naive Naomi.

[enterprisewired]

Yoga Poses for Beginners: Finding Balance, Flexibility, and Inner Harmony

A yoga journey can be a transformative experience, offering a path to improved physical well-being, mental clarity, and spiritual connection. For beginners, the exploration of yoga poses for Beginners is a foundational step toward unlocking the myriad benefits of this ancient practice. This article will delve into a curated selection of yoga poses for beginners, focusing on postures that enhance flexibility, build strength, and cultivate a sense of inner peace.

Here Are 9 Yoga Poses for Beginners:

1. Mountain Pose (Tadasana)

The Mountain Pose is a fundamental posture that is the starting point for many other yoga poses. It promotes body awareness, balance, and proper alignment.

How to do it:

Stand with your feet together, arms by your sides.

Engage your thighs, lift your chest, and roll your shoulders back.

Extend your arms overhead with palms facing each other.

Keep your gaze forward, finding a focal point to maintain balance.

Breathe deeply and hold the pose for 30 seconds to a minute.

2. Downward-Facing Dog (Adho Mukha Svanasana)

Downward-Facing Dog is a foundational pose that stretches and strengthens the entire body, promoting flexibility in the spine, shoulders, and hamstrings.

How to do it:

Start on your hands and knees in a tabletop position.

Lift your hips towards the ceiling, straightening your legs.

Press your palms into the mat, keeping your head between your arms.

Engage your core and relax your neck.

Hold the pose for 30 seconds to a minute, breathing deeply.

3. Warrior I (Virabhadrasana I)

Warrior I is a powerful pose that strengthens the legs opens the chest and enhances balance.

How to do it:

Begin in Mountain Pose.

Step one foot back, keeping the front knee bent at a 90-degree angle.

Square your hips and shoulders to the front.

Extend your arms overhead, palms facing each other.

Hold the pose for 30 seconds to a minute, then switch sides.

4. Tree Pose (Vrikshasana)

Tree Pose is among the excellent Yoga Poses for beginners. It improves the posture for better balance and concentration while strengthening the legs and core.

How to do it:

Stand on one leg and lift the opposite foot to the inner thigh or calf.

Press the sole into the inner thigh or calf, avoiding the knee.

Bring your palms together in front of your chest or extend your arms overhead.

Find a focal point to help with balance.

Hold the pose for 30 seconds to a minute, then switch sides.

5. Child’s Pose (Balasana)

Child’s Pose is a restorative posture that provides a gentle stretch for the back, hips, and thighs. It is an excellent pose to relax and release tension.

How to do it:

Kneel on the mat with your big toes touching and knees spread apart.

Sit back on your heels and extend your arms forward.

Rest your forehead on the mat and relax your entire body.

Breathe deeply and hold the pose for 1-3 minutes.

6. Cat-Cow Stretch (Marjaryasana-Bitilasana)

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The Cat-Cow Stretch is a gentle flow that warms up the spine, improves flexibility, and releases tension in the neck and back.

How to do it:

Start on your hands and knees in a tabletop position.

Inhale, arching your back, and lifting your head (Cow Pose).

Exhale, rounding your spine and tucking your chin (Cat Pose).

Repeat the flow, coordinating movement with breath for 1-2 minutes.

7. Seated Forward Bend (Paschimottanasana)

The Seated Forward Bend is a calming pose that stretches the spine, hamstrings, and lower back, promoting flexibility and relaxation.

How to do it:

Sit with your legs extended in front of you.

Inhale, lengthening your spine.

Exhale, hinging at the hips, and reach toward your toes.

Hold onto your shins, ankles, or feet.

Breathe deeply and hold the pose for 30 seconds to a minute.

8. Bridge Pose (Setu Bandhasana)

Bridge Pose is a backbend that strengthens the legs, glutes, and lower back while opening the chest and shoulders.

How to do it:

Lie on your back with knees bent and feet hip-width apart.

Press into your feet, lifting your hips towards the ceiling.

Clasp your hands under your back and roll your shoulders under.

Hold the pose for 30 seconds to a minute, breathing deeply.

9. Corpse Pose (Savasana)

Savasana, or Corpse Pose, is a final relaxation pose that allows the body and mind to absorb the benefits of the practice. It promotes deep relaxation and mindfulness.

How to do it:

Lie on your back with your legs extended and arms by your sides.

Close your eyes and focus on your breath.

Relax every part of your body, releasing tension.

Remain in Savasana for 5-10 minutes, or as long as desired.

Yoga Poses for Beginners: Tips

Listen to Your Body: Pay attention to how your body feels in each pose. Avoid pushing yourself too hard and modify poses as needed.

Consistent Breathing: Maintain steady and controlled breathing throughout each pose. Deep, mindful breaths enhance relaxation and focus.

Use Props: Don’t hesitate to use props like blocks, straps, or a yoga blanket to support your practice and maintain proper alignment.

Build Gradually: Start with foundational poses and gradually progress to more advanced postures as your strength and flexibility improve.

Seek Guidance: Consider joining a beginner’s yoga class or following online tutorials to ensure proper form and technique.

Conclusion

Embarking on the journey of yoga as a beginner is an exciting and fulfilling endeavor. The selected yoga poses for beginners outlined in this guide provide a solid foundation for building strength, flexibility, and inner harmony. Whether you’re seeking physical fitness, stress relief, or a spiritual connection, incorporating these poses into your practice can pave the way for a transformative and holistic yoga journey. Remember to approach your practice with patience, mindfulness, and a willingness to explore the profound benefits that yoga has to offer.

Also Read: Exploring Effective Addiction Treatment Facilities: Types, Approaches, and Supportive Resources

#YogaForBeginners #YogaJourney #InnerHarmony #Flexibility #Balance #Mindfulness #YogaPoses #Wellness #SelfCare

[healthyfitlifestyle09]

what are the 10 yoga poses for beginners

Mountain Pose (Tadasana): Stand tall with your feet together, arms at your sides, and palms facing forward. This pose helps improve posture and balance.

Child's Pose (Balasana): Kneel on the floor, sit back on your heels, and stretch your arms forward while lowering your chest toward the ground. It's a relaxing pose that stretches your back and helps relieve stress.

Downward-Facing Dog (Adho Mukha Svanasana): Start on your hands and knees, then lift your hips upward, creating an inverted "V" shape with your body. This pose strengthens your arms and stretches your legs and back.

Cat-Cow Pose (Marjaryasana-Bitilasana): Begin on your hands and knees. Inhale as you arch your back (Cow Pose), and exhale as you round your back (Cat Pose). This sequence improves spinal flexibility.

Warrior I (Virabhadrasana I): Step one foot forward, bend your front knee, and raise your arms overhead. This pose builds strength in your legs and core while improving balance.

Bridge Pose (Setu Bandhasana): Lie on your back, bend your knees, and lift your hips off the ground. This pose strengthens the back, buttocks, and thighs.

Cobra Pose (Bhujangasana): Lie face down, place your hands beside your shoulders, and lift your chest off the ground while keeping your lower body on the floor. It stretches the spine and strengthens the back muscles.

Tree Pose (Vrikshasana): Stand on one leg and place the sole of your other foot against your inner thigh or calf. Balance while keeping your hands at your heart center. This pose enhances balance and concentration.

Seated Forward Bend (Paschimottanasana): Sit with your legs stretched out in front, then reach for your toes. It's a great stretch for the back and hamstrings.

Corpse Pose (Savasana): Lie flat on your back with your arms and legs relaxed. This is a pose of deep relaxation and meditation, helping to calm the mind and relieve stress.

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The Black Bag Epub is a short fantasy novel by P. H. Solomon. It tells the story of Coryss, a young seamstress who is the sole survivor of a curse that killed her family. Coryss is determined to avenge her family's death, and she sets out to find the witches who cast the curse. Along the way, Coryss meets a variety of characters, including a talking cat, a wise old man, and a handsome prince. She also faces many challenges, including a dangerous forest, a river of fire, and a deadly battle with the witches. In the end, Coryss succeeds in her quest and avenges her family's death. She also finds love and happiness with the prince. The Black Bag is a fast-paced and exciting story that will keep readers entertained from beginning to end. The Plot The Black Bag begins with Coryss, a young seamstress, living in a small village. She is the sole survivor of a curse that killed her family when she was just a child. The curse was cast by three witches, who were jealous of Coryss's beauty and talent. Coryss is determined to avenge her family's death, and she sets out to find the witches. She travels to the forest where the witches live, and she faces many dangers along the way. She is attacked by wild animals, she is caught in a storm, and she is nearly killed by the witches themselves. Despite all of the challenges she faces, Coryss never gives up. She is determined to find the witches and avenge her family's death. In the end, she succeeds in her quest, and she finds love and happiness with a handsome prince. The Characters The Black Bag has a cast of well-developed characters. Coryss is a strong and determined young woman who is not afraid to stand up for what she believes in. She is also kind and compassionate, and she always puts others before herself. The witches are the main antagonists of the story. They are evil and cruel, and they will stop at nothing to get what they want. They are also very powerful, and Coryss faces many challenges in her quest to defeat them. The prince is a kind and handsome young man who falls in love with Coryss. He is also a skilled warrior, and he helps Coryss in her quest to defeat the witches. The Setting The Black Bag is set in a magical world that is full of danger and excitement. The forest where the witches live is a dark and foreboding place, and Coryss faces many dangers as she travels through it. The castle where the prince lives is a beautiful and luxurious place. It is a safe haven for Coryss, and she finds love and happiness there. The Themes The Black Bag explores a number of themes, including revenge, love, and redemption. Coryss is driven by her desire for revenge, but she ultimately learns that revenge is not the answer. She finds love and happiness with the prince, and she is able to redeem herself for her past mistakes. The Writing P. H. Solomon is a talented writer who creates vivid and imaginative worlds. The Black Bag is a fast-paced and exciting story that will keep readers entertained from beginning to end. Solomon's characters are well-developed and relatable, and the setting is magical and exciting. Overall The Black Bag is a well-written and exciting fantasy novel that will appeal to readers of all ages. It is a fast-paced and exciting story with well-developed characters and a magical setting. If you are looking for a new fantasy novel to read, I highly recommend The Black Bag.