#i wrote this a while back

[heytherecentaurs]

Her Love (Fia & Irina)

At the end of my incessant night she was the dawn, suffusing a sufferer in her lustrous golden mercy; her face aglow in the aureole of my devotion, her eyes illumined mirrors reflected my affection. In the stark interposed lonesome dark, memory of her flickered, a refuge candle burning, and I endured by the warmth of yesteryears’ embers in exile from her ever-light and the glory of her love.

I grew from barren soil in the Reaper’s graceless kingdom, a hopeless waifish wight in his army of the Not-Yet-Dead, a living death, unloving and cruel, for a soul of earnest yearning; I found hopeful sanctuary in her with childish optimism, though misery’s emissary wrenched her from my grasp and condemned my flesh for the virtue of my soul divine. (A soul forever locked to hers like binary stars.) I endured three thousand nights sans the aurora of her love.

At the conclusion of my untamed juvenescence I strode into the unfurled dark well-equipped with the breadth of my tutelage, a blade and a bared heart, searching for starlight in the overcast climate of our age. My companions in stride, I raced into the unknown, delved into the mysteries of god-abandoned Eldermourne, through undead peril persevered and the ethereal veil slipped, to a desolate realm where once more I dreamed of her love.

In the garden of our ecstatic reunion slithered a serpent bearing a crown of untempered knowledge, its divinity a powerful narcotic adulterating her mind, giving impulse and fury dominion over her better nature. Forced to dim the long-sought light of my Dream, as the fires of coronal Cerenysus possessed sweet Irina her supernova snuffed another treasured flame, and in its extinguishment, I wept, despairing her love.

Miracles glorious and divine: resurrection and forgiveness, second chances and fulfilling the promises of our past, we sailed a current of triumphant daybreak towards the undiscovered horizon of buoyant possibility. We learned of each other anew with intimate fervour, supplanting my ache for her with a quenchable thirst; we found home in one another, built it in the peaceful valley and grew a Grove for two, nourished by our love.

—heytherecentaurs

#naddpod #not another dnd podcast #not another d&d podcast #eldermourne #fia boginya #irina avenov #cerenysus #fan fic #fan poetry #emily axford #brian murphy #henry hogfish #hank hogfish #zirk vervain #eldermourne spoilers #I wrote this a while back #but I hesitated to post it because poetry isn’t really my thing #and posting poetry makes me feel self-conscious #hey there centaurs

[fatuous-frog]

The Moon and The Tide

Just like the tides, dear My heart danced toward your pull You, love, are the moon

#haiku poems #mlm yearning #mlm thoughts #shortform poetry #Sae's silly poems #I wrote this a while back #I have a second part to this #Inspired by Reinaeiry's When The Sun Loves The Moon #Who wants to be the moon to my tide😭 #Is it obvious that I'm a sucker for these types of dynamics?

[sintiva]

the only person who’d become a plug in aot is ymir. don’t ask me why but she’s definitely a plug and she takes her gf to every delivery and pick up wit her

#i wrote this a while back #and i’ll never forget it

[dkniade]

Shenhe’s muted expression and lack of knowledge in social situations

Paimon is well-natured and tells Shenhe that when hungry, you should eat lots of yummy food, and when tired, you should sleep a lot in the “The Crane Returns on the Wind”… It’s wholesome.

SHENHE: People often revere me like they would an Adeptus. It’s understandable why they would do so based on how I present, but… Mortal ties, they feel distant.

PAIMON: Shenhe…

TRAVELER: I understand.

PAIMON: Eh?

SHENHE: But you were able to trust me, and you let me go with you in finding the Sunset Vermillionite.

TRAVELER: It sure was a quest, huh? If it wasn’t for you clearing the adepti art, we wouldn’t have found the Seelie.

PAIMON: And falling from such a high place! Oh, and how you were able to carry that huuuge Sunset Vermillionite all by yourself.

PAIMON: Hehe, Paimon feels like like we’re friends now after that adventure!

SHENHE: …Friends?

PAIMON: Yeah! Friends hang out together, do fun things together…

TRAVELER: They trust each other and tell them things they won’t tell strangers.

SHENHE: Is that so…

PAIMON: Do you… not know what a friend is?

SHENHE: No, I’m not familiar with such…social customs. But if that’s what friends do… then I’d like to have you as a friend.

#dusk fan writing #Genshin impact #Shenhe #aether #Paimon #genshin traveler #I wrote this a while back

[the-mistral]

You liked my body when I was sick

And I got better

And you were so so proud

But you didn’t like my body as much anymore

“Don’t gain too much weight” you said

“You’re still just as beautiful” you said

But your hands didn’t feel the same on me

Your eyes didn’t linger on me anymore

“I love the ginger hair” you beamed

I dyed it that color for you

I had forgone my cherry red for you

And even with the ginger hair

I had still gained the pounds

And your eyes still gazed at me the same

“Thigh high socks are so hot” you declared

So I wore the high socks

With the garters with the bows

And they nylon ones with the ribbons

And your hands still didn’t quite want me the same still

“Play video games with me”

And so you built me the machine

And I played. And played. And played.

Without you

Because you forgot I could play

Because you didn’t feel like it

Because you had found a new game

“Stay with me” you begged

Your eyes sad and empty

“Please I love you” you pleaded

Almost on your knees

At the foot of my bed

I could barely look at you

I could barely stand the sight of you

And I longed for when your eyes sparkled when you saw me

And when you would shine with pride

Just because you got to call me yours

And I longed for how your hands felt

How you looked at me

How desired I felt

How much love you put into each touch, into each kiss

I long for the person you were

The person I fell for

I long for How i felt back then

When every hug felt like home and every kiss felt like the first

When every touch felt so perfect

When every beat of my heart matched yours

I miss who you were

But now I got better

And my hair is cherry red

And I play games with other people

And I still wear my long socks

And I no longer wish for you

I no longer need your attention

And your empty promises

I’m not the girl you wanted me to be

I’m not the girl you wished for

#vent i guess? #I wrote this a while back

[astro-inthestars]

SINCE ITS WORLD POETRY DAY (according to Tumblr) i would like to say how i adore poetry and how it can portray emotions with words and rhymes and metaphors, how it can tell a story in the most convoluted yet simplest way possible <3

To celebrate, here's a poem I wrote a while back!

Hopeless

Look at the mess you've done,

what a tragedy!

The muddle of trouble this puts us upon,

oh can't you see??

It's spilt on the walls, the floor, the chairs!

Why, it's just everywhere!

It's terrible how easy the mess clings on

to any surface tidy enough to con

And the worst part, is that it does no harm!

How can a mess, be so soft and warm?

No, it hurts none of the beautiful surfaces it takes

But still, it's a mess, and I must fix this mistake

Was it because of you? No, it must have been me.

It's my fault, for the surfaces are so shiny.

And only a fool like me would stare and stare

And then trip over myself and spill everywhere

Oh alas! Such a sin is not easy to cleanse,

for the mess and the process is horrifically dense,

And it hurts.

It hurts to try to get rid of.

But of course, no one wants to see a mess,

And I don't want to bother you any longer

So I'll slave to get it off your surface,

And I'll get rid my hopeless mess of a heart.

#rennikorambles #renwrites? #poems from the stars #yes its about me being a hopeless romantic no shit <3 #i wrote this a while back #i chose this cuz dear god the types of poems i have are 'bro u are gay af' or 'dude you need therapy' #and naturally i chose the former- #OKAY GONNA DO SCHOOL SHIT NOW

[inkskinned]

i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".

it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.

do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.

but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.

do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).

you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.

walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.

no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.

do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."

you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.

there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.

i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.

he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."

#spilled ink #warm up #“why did u tag it warm up” bc i wrote it off the cuff while drinkin coffee lol #btw the 30 dollar buy in for the dog walking is bc they pay the organizer a small pittance so she can #run fb ads and stuff and like she does put in a lot of work i don't mind paying her #but that's exactly what im fucking talking about like. #ppl can't afford to volunteer their time anymore and we all understand it!!! everything costs money for everyone! #like we didn't have to use to say ''do you mind paying me back for the stuff we ate'' #we used to be able to afford to feed our friends once in a while!!!

[devilsnare]

⭐

Send a " ⭐ " and I will list muses I would be interested in throwing at yours, or potential muse combinations if you are also a multi. If you like any of the suggested combinations, you are welcome to come plot or start interactions with them.

I'll take this verse by verse for Regina George

 THE APEX PREDATOR.  THE VAMPIRE DIARIES VERSE.

i have caroline forbes and bonnie bennett from tvd. caroline and regina are two side of the same coin. i feel like they would have some truly iconic banter and bickering. would they get along? sometimes ... would everything be pink ? YES

i'm not sure how bonnie would react to regina? she's really over the whole fighting for popularity thing. maybe there is a problem that only magic can solve that brings them together.

I WANNA WATCH THE WORLD BURN. THE BOYS/GEN V VERSE.

i've got some muses from both the boys and gen v. all of them would love some interactions with regina. i think we had one thread with jordan and regina ... we should start them back up again. jordan needs more queer friends and people who try to understand them. ( i could go on and on about how they aren't actually close with andrey, cate, and luke )

ashley trying to manage regina would be SO FUNNY.

butcher and regina would be ... something. i have no idea what why would say to each other, i just know that need to interact.

 DON'T BE FOOLED BY THE PINK  COBRA KAI VERSE.

cobra kai is a comfort show for me. i love it so much. i could defiantly see myself bringing in muses from the show or giving some of my current muses a cobra kai verse.

#📢 ooc #mademean #q #some stuff we've already started to plot #i wrote this a while back

[writeouswriter]

My followers: And is this “writing” you’ve been “working on” in the room with us right now?

#writing #writeblr #writer things #writing humour #textpost #writing humor #relatable #funny #I genuinely am writing for the first time in a long while #but it’s uh it’s for an angst fanfic for a fandom one wouldn’t expect fic for necessarily #and I’m embarrassed but I’m not because it’s good but you’re never seeing it it’s between me and my ao3 when I finally do finish it #it’s at 6000 words but fr that’s the most I’ve written on a single thing in a long time and it’s still going! #last time I wrote/finished anything in forever was also for this fandom back in November <3 nature is healing #it’s slow going but I’m hoping to finish it before June 😭

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

Begging swifties to understand that Taylor didn’t write reputation and Lover with the knowledge of how the relationship was going to end and that trying to “excavate” those albums for evidence to prove a specific theory as to why it ended is not how they should be viewed. Taylor wrote those songs feeling a very specific way because that’s what she was experiencing and she is now reflecting on them with hindsight and relates to them differently than when she first created them. These conflicting emotions can exist; how she views it now doesn’t diminish how she felt about it when she first released it.

#taylor swift #don’t know if I’m expressing myself as properly and as articulate as I’d like #but both of the emotions she’s feeling about the songs can coexist #like little lover can still be a love song that’s what it was for her for a while #but she can also look back and say ‘oh maybe this wasn’t the best’ but it doesn’t void what it was originally #like I keep seeing things like oh she wrote this lyric in lover about him not showing up and it’s like no that’s not right #like yes you can see her underlying anxieties and fears in those songs because she was open about them #it doesn’t mean she predicted how it would end #there was a point in time where she thought this man was the one and would write about feeling that way

[lady-shadow-and-darkness]

Hear me out :

Teen Dazai and Chuuya going around finding every single arcade in the entire city and always having the very top two high scores in most of the games to the point where every single teen who has ever lived in Yokohama and has gone to any arcade is like "I don't know who the fuck Mackerel and Slug are but they're annoying."

#this is partly inspired by a Tumblr post thet I saw a while back. #A few years ago give or take. And also wrote a fic for. #OP if you're here can we share ideas please I am deprived #bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #nakahara chuuya #soukoku #bsd headcanons

[ryssbelle]

Brozone reunion concepts for this little thing based on this ask

As stated in the ask idk fully how this moment would go, this concept was mostly building off the premise presented within the ask :D

Bonus:

#my art #trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls 3 #trolls au #n2 au #trolls john dory #trolls clay #trolls poppy #trolls branch #trolls bruce #trolls floyd #brozone #look at them so silly #in the original script i had accidentally wrote John calling Bruce by his preferred name and i was like #he dont know it yet smh #and had to change it back to spruce #which is where the line 'its bruce but imma let it slide' #comes from #i dont think John in the movie and within this purposefully misnames him #i think its just like a force of habit #and its just harder for him to realize hes saying it wrong until hes corrected #cuz you see he doesnt really get mad when corrected he just gets confused the first time #and then just keeps forgetting after #which i think also was from his mindset of #'im the oldest im not allowed to change' so its like #his brains blocking out the change of spruce to bruce #this is unrelated to the comic as a whole it was just the on the spot thoughts i had while typing #but yeah #itd be a touching reunion for sure!

[stil-lindigo]

the dredger.

a comic about closure.

(buy the digital copy of the comic anthology here)

creative notes:

#i wrote my best stuff when i was at my very worst mentally #both RED and Patchwork Canary were written during an emotional pit #i struggled for a while. thinking about that #especially since those two came so easily to me back then and its so difficult to write anything like it these days #but i think id trade being happy over writing Only Bangers any day #closure #i made this comic series about the worst period of my mental health ever and now its over #its 10pm #and i dont know who i am #and thats fine. ill figure it out as i go. #thank you for reading #and thank you for your support #i promise my next project wont be as sad #stillindigo art #comic art #stillindigo comics

[salsakiyoomi]

"i want to get married."

iwaizumi's head snaps up at your statement his attention diverted from his phone to you and his brows furrow in confusion "what?"

"i want to get married." you repeat yourself again, leaning back against the couch cushions and throwing your legs over the armrest.

iwaizumi scoffs, a confused smile on his face "this is the last joke, right?" he questions, frowning down at you as you're looking up at him — it's a bit late into the afternoon, but too early for you to start saying nonsense since you've always been so adamant about not getting married.

you roll your eyes at him, "no." and iwaizumi's frown deepens, "are you okay?" he asks.

you scowl at him "the hell's that supposed to mean?"

he shrugs, his gaze turning back to his screen "just...you're being weird again."

"you're so rude and for what." you huff, rolling your eyes again, you cross your arms, now staring at the ceiling above, "i want to get married, haji."

"can't help you with that." he's still scrolling through his phone, not paying much mind to you.

"i want to have like, a las vegas wedding." you say, and iwaizumi turns off his phone — now you've captured his attention since he stares at you as if you've grown two head, you grin at his expression and iwaizumi assumes the worst — is it that you're suggesting you want to go to las vegas? it is only a four hour drive from california after all.

"a las vegas wedding?" iwaizumi questions as if making sure he heard you correctly.

"yeah like, you know, the ones in those casinos?" you gesture around with your hands as if to emphasize your point, "like i wanna throw on a white dress — but like, not the puffy ones, like a party dress, sequins and glitter one — or you know what, actually, a puffy dress would be awesome." you ramble on, iwaizumi's looking down at you, amused, "anyway, what i'm saying is that i wanna get absolutely hammered, throw on a white dress and get married in vegas."

iwaizumi snorts, "who you gonna get married to?"

"i don't know." you shrug, you reposition yourself now so that your head is laying in his lap and you look up at him, grinning mischievously, "you."

iwaizumi's eyes slightly widen, the tips of his ears turning pink and he groans, pushing you off of him, "you're so weird." he may have pushed you a little too hard that you fell off the couch with a dull thud.

he tries to ignore his skipped heartbeat as your laughter echoes through the living and iwaizumi's hand is curled at his mouth to hide his smile, "come on." you chide, "you know — say, we do get married in vegas, technically then, you'll only be married in vegas."

iwaizumi frowns, "that's not true, who told you that?" you're looking up at him with an entertained smile on your face, "you know, it's way too easy get married in vegas, right? why do you think so many people get married accidentally when they're drunk?"

iwaizumi scoffs, and leans back on the couch, arms crossed — it was a calm afternoon on his day off until you started on with your marriage shit, but unfortunately ( fortunately ) for him, you were his best friend, and roommate, so he had to put up with it, even if he has to pretend to be annoyed sometimes.

he says, "i really hope one day you'll finally mature enough that you stop saying weird shit all of the time."

you laugh, "you're just jealous you can't be as creative as me." iwaizumi rolls his eyes, watching as you get up from the ground and walk closer to him, too close actually that your face is right up his, "but it's fine, i'll get that vegas wedding one day."

you laugh, drawing back away from him and iwaizumi looks away, a slight blush tinting his cheeks, "yeah, dream on."

you hum in response, and with the way your gaze seems to be a bit too distant, iwaizumi assumes you've gone off on to your own little world now, you're no longer looking at him, instead staring at the tv that has a spanish show playing that neither of you understand, but he knows you're not listening when he mumbles a soft, "maybe even a real wedding." under his breath.

#the roommates to lovers agenda ♡ #yeah baby roommate iwa is back 💪💪 #finally wrote something for my beey biteable man i love him sm #y'all remember when ross and rachel got married in vegas while they were drunk and couldn't remember abt it in the morning #maybe i'll do a part two for this by that 💀 #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi headcanons #iwaizumi drabbles #iwaizumi scenarios #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi imagine #iwaizumi x reader

[pencap]

they warned me that i cannot want you. mother told me wanting you would get me hurt. father told me wanting you would get me scarred. you told me wanting you would get me killed.

foolish heart, do you think i do not know? i have known from the moment that i laid eyes upon you and the devouring void in my chest woke up and named itself wanting and stretched and stretched and never stopped stretching that you would be the death of me.

foolish heart, i am not afraid.

it was always going to get me killed, this life of mine this life of yours this life of ours. and if you are going to be the death of me ( you are, you are, you are ) i would rather die for wanting you than die for hating you. i would rather die for the hope of having you than die for the fear of having you.

be my sun, my winds, my ocean and i will make myself icarus and i will find my joy in your blinding light and i will find my freedom in your touch and i will find my death in your waiting arms.

and you can melt me down like a candle under the flame or you can cast me about like a leaf in the skies or you can swallow me whole like a memory.

i will still be yours and wanting and wanting and wanting.

#spilled ink #poets on tumblr #poems on tumblr #writeblr #writers on tumblr #poetics #i feel like i wrote this in a fever dream #barely actually remember writing it #been in my drafts for a while finally remembered to clean it up and post #i am back to my “fuck titles” phase once more

[kudossi]

and a yellow moon glowed bright

Years later, when Ivypool herself is only a memory and before she’s completely lost to time, she’ll look over ThunderClan, wherever they might be, and still look for her daughter in every face.

The stories have it wrong already, and the truth will be dust before long. Bristlefrost isn’t alive in their memories. She’s twice-dead, drowned in black, choking water, a light snuffed out too soon. Bristlefrost was the prodigy — the daughter cats dreamed of, the first to find her voice and her paws, the leader of her siblings, the apprentice who did not graduate even earlier than she did because there was no prey in the forest to be found, not because of any failings on her part.

Cats starved, that long winter. Not Bristlefrost. Never her daughter, her clever, resourceful last-born. And she had once occupied this spot, designated for deputies, even though she’d never had an apprentice of her own. Would never have an apprentice of her own, now, even though she deserved it more than anything. Even though she’d deserved to stay deputy, but had given the role over with a smile, no hint of dark ambition in her gaze.

Ivypool steps into the deputy position under a brand-new leader with a whisper instead of a bang, the pounding of blood in her ears the only reminder that cats had been here before — that cats had died here before, and that Bramblestar’s first deputy becoming leader was a fluke, an odd quirk of fate. It hasn’t been done in living memory, nor long before that. Leaders do not usually step down, and when they do, they rarely stay with their Clan, or even within reach of their territory. First deputies do not often become leaders in turn. Usually this event is a bittersweet one, with a body or bodies laid out in the clearing, their eyes closed swiftly to avoid the rigor of after-death, but this is almost-peaceful, with only the murmurs of those who could not easily accept change as detractors.

Ivypool will die long before Squirrelstar. She’s—surprisingly okay with this, but she thinks she’s been at peace with her death since before Hollyleaf had stepped between her and a deathblow from one of the only friends she’d ever had.

(“You were my friend!” Ivypool screams in her worst nightmares, Hollyleaf’s blood dripping from her pelt.

“I was never anyone’s friend,” Hawkfrost murmurs in return, something aching-sad in his voice, Hollyleaf’s lifeless form pinned under his claws. “I was born to what I am. We’re the same, you and I.” He pushes the black cat away from his paws with disgust — not for the body, but for Ivypool herself. Blood bubbles from the horrible wound at the corpse’s throat. “She should have been the one,” he says sometimes, in the ones that shatter her already pieced-together heart. “She died in your place.”

“I know,” Ivypool says, and she does know — she knows it more than anyone else alive.)

“It should have been Hollyleaf,” she says to Squirrelstar, quietly, at the end of one of their dusk meetings.

Sorrow flashes in Squirrelstar’s gaze, but it’s buried as soon as it comes. “It’s you,” she says. “It has always been you.”

It is not a truth — not in the way Ivypool remembers them from her childhood — but it is not a lie, either. Hollyleaf chose her, in the way dying deputies might choose their successor. She is always an echo of another cat burned by starlight. It is a comfort, sometimes. In others, she begs the spirit who’d saved her life for mercy, for clemency, until she runs out of breath.

(“I’ll find her,” whispers a voice Ivypool had almost forgotten, in dreams she forgets as soon as she wakes. “I’ll walk the skies ceaselessly, I promise you.”

But there is no bringing Bristlefrost back, and a part of Ivypool has died with her.)

When Ivypool wakes, her Clanmates breathe around her, steadying her rabbit-quick heart. Fernsong’s tail wraps snugly around her flank, Thriftear curled only one nest behind, and she does not lose her breath at the way Flipclaw’s dark tabby stripes curl over his spine. She hasn’t in a long time, she knows, but the impulse is there, sharp as ice underneath her ribs.

(She’d once thought his brown tabby pelt a punishment from the stars. She loves her son, would give her life for him, but the feeling that StarClan may have meted some punishment down in the shade of his pelt remains long after he’s received his warrior name.

She’d begged Bramblestar to give him a suffix that was as unassumingly kind and silly as her son always was. Instead he’d given him -claw, as if to remind her of her failings. She is not sorry to see his form slip into the elders’ den, bereft of the nine lives he’d once so jealously hoarded.)

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