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thefangirlofhp · 7 months

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8. rainy day

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Rhys drawls.

“You’re not meant to help him,” Feyre reminds him.

“It’s all-right,” Elain reassures them. “It’s just a game.”

The trees in the garden outside shiver and shake their colorful leaves like banners atop hills, bow their strong trunks and misalign their choreography in an addictively individualistic dance. They are foggy and wobbly through the windows pebbled with weeping tears and pelting water. Though the weather does not yet call for active measures to be taken against the chill, there is a modest crackling fire in the house anyways. Small logs occasionally popping kernels of heat, sounding so interestingly like the rain falling against the earth.

Nyx sits cross-legged on the floor in knee-length pants and long socks, holding a deck of cards in his young hands and trying to assimilate the next best step to take against his aunt. She sits before him, between them a slowly growing pile of cards being played, a desk overturned on the carpet waiting to be drawn. An orange tabby sits at the windowsill like an ornament, monitoring the weather outside and occasionally turning to the family in the sitting room breaching his personal space. It’s unusual for them all to be gathered before lunch like this. Usually they’re busy making a living.

Fae are overly indulged these days, he figures. And do not get him started on this upcoming generation of felines who are abandoning their livelihoods for the cool milk of summer and the occasional nibble of cheese! Back in his time, cats were are fearsome as warriors, who hunted their next meal for survival, who could never afford to sheathe their claws for fear of their lives. He has earned the luxury of stuffed armchairs and freshly caught fish.

Rhys is sprawled on one of the sofas, watching his son face his aunt down and expertly masking his eagerness to point out everything Nyx should do to win. If Rhys was playing, Elain would have lost three times already. But he feigns indifference, only occasionally glancing at his son’s cards which are visible to him from this angle. Nyx hasn’t exactly mastered the skill of his mental walls—children are much too young for that—and so Rhys has to be the one to shut him out from his mind. And, well, if he hasn’t yet then it's no one’s business and no-one can know. If he can only stop himself from blurting out from time to time.

Feyre, on the other hand, is less interested in the game of cards and more engrossed in a report from one of their courtiers. She’s come here to read it in peace, back when no-one was in here, because Rhys’s study is always hosting someone and Nyx was out playing, supervised by Elain. She hadn’t anticipated the turn of the weather so suddenly, that brought her son back inside much to his chagrin and frustration. Elain, willing to keep the peace, suggested a game of cards they used to play that she could teach Nyx. He was slowly adjusting to it, his grumpy attitude softening with every triumph and card he plays.

“I’m gonna put this,” Nyx slaps down a card with much flourish and eagerness. “Your turn, ‘Lain!”

“Oh, that’s clever,” Elain gasps, the faint airy quality of her tone bypassing Nyx’s ears thankfully. “Oh no, I’ll have to draw a card. Your turn again, Nyx.”

The young boy cackles like a bewitched crone and slaps his thigh repeatedly. Elain hides a smile as she does indeed draw a card, one she tucks with its applicable brethren and watches Nyx study his deck once more.

“Daddy,” Nyx raises his deck to hide his face, and whispers very audibly. Elain pretends not to hear. “Daddy is this smart?”

Rhys to his credit does not look from beneath the arm he’s slung over his eyes. But a sneaky hand forms a faint upturn of his thumb, succeeded instantly by another round of cackling.

“Ha!”

Elain quickly sets down a retaliating card that wipes the smug victory off Nyx’s face.

“Huh. Okay. Okay, let’s see here,” he once again disappears behind his cards.

Elain’s eyes drift towards the cat at the window. Then to the dancing trees outside. She wonders if—

“Hello!” Cassian’s deafening shout comes from downstairs. “Anyone home?”

“Up here!” Feyre shouts back, halfway through her report.

“Uncle Cass is here!” Nyx beams. “Can he join the game, ‘Lain? Please?”

“Of course,” Elain replies, just as Cassian’s figure makes it through the open doorway and he announces his greetings at large.

“Nes wanted to come but she’s still training,” Cassian explains, not a drop of water on his muscled body. He wears a plain tunic and pants, and his hair is freshly combed and tied. Rhys raises his head, squints at him.

“And why aren’t you?”

“I’m done for the day,” Cass lands with a heavy thump in the spot next to Feyre, nearly catapulting her off into the air. “Easy there,” he chuckles, steadying her with a hand on her shoulder.

“It’s not even lunch-time and you’re done?” Rhys reiterates, his voice hoarse and heavy with drowsiness. “Usually you’re still warming up by now.”

“Ah, there’s something about today,” Cassian shrugs. “Can’t seem to find the point in doing anything. Besides, you’re one to talk. What are you napping for?”

“I’m not,” Rhys yawns, crossing his ankles and folding his arms behind his head. “’m taking a break.”

“From what?” Feyre snorts. “You barely went to one meeting.”

“Listening to Lord Hubber is enough work for a century,” Rhys mutters, sliding his eyes shut. “I subconsciously shut down the minute those clouds covered the sky.”

“Uncle Cass d’you wanna join us?” Nyx eagerly asks. “Elain taught me this game. I’m really good.”

“Seems like you are, little lord,” Cassian remarks, leaning forward on his elbows. “Sure. Deal me in.”

Elain does so, and shifts on the carpet to make room for a trio. Nuala suddenly appears in the doorway and blinks.

“Thought I heard the Lord of Bloodshed,” she mutters. “I’ll adjust lunch accordingly, shall I?”

“Please do,” Feyre confirms. “Oh and maybe for an extra guest as well, you never know.”

“I always do with these Illyrians,” she tells her High Lady. “They travel in packs.”

Elain stifles a laugh behind her hand. Nuala’s dark eyes turn to her for a moment before she disappears.

By the time lunch is served, the rain has not yet let up and the storm’s turned from a healthy display of will into a tantrum that whips the trees and tears branches off. Elain’s glad that they’ve had the foresight to bring in the washing early on, and that she hasn’t planted the new flowers she’s gotten and left them in the greenhouse. The sight of stray petals whirling in circles itches a spot in her fingers she needs to scratch.

The front door opens, giving voice to the muted storm outside and it is deafening. It is quickly silenced, as the door snaps shut.

“We’re here!” Nesta shouts.

“In the dining room!” Feyre yells back at the top of her lungs, as if they are not all equipped with above daily-requirements hearing capabilities.

“Is no-one working today?” Rhys demands when Nesta walks in, Azriel close by.

“You’re one to talk,” Azriel snipes back, drawing up a chair immediately and sitting.

“Usually, I can never get ahold of you,” Feyre raises a brow. “Now you’re free to join us for lunch all of a sudden?”

“This is no weather for work,” Nesta decidedly announces, sitting next to her sister. “Pass me that bread now. I’m starving.”

“From what, napping?”

“I sense some deflection, Rhys,” Azriel unhelpfully chimes, dragging a plate towards him. “Why, do you have something on your chest you’d like to confess?”

“No.”

“He’s been fighting off a nap,” Feyre elaborates.

“That hasn’t been clear enough,” Elain pitches in, striding into the room with roasted potatoes. She takes her seat, tucking her hair behind her ears and finding a filled plate delivered in-front of her. “Thank you,” she says to the shadowsinger next to her.

He inclines his head in answer, buttering his bread as his eyes focus on Cassian’s retelling of today’s uneventful training session.

“Uncle Az, d’ya know I’m the best at playing cards?” Nyx pipes up from his place between his parents.

“Is that right?”

“Uhu,” Nyx bobs his head. “I played against ‘Lain and Cass and I won.”

“Your aunt must have gone easy on you,” a faint smile blooms in the corner of his mouth.

“Nu-uh!” Nyx retorts, with no short amount of outrage. “No she didn’t!”

“Azriel,” Elain softly admonishes, giving him a nudge with her elbow. “He’s joking, Nyx.”

“Besides, I didn’t go easy on you and you definitely won most of the times,” Cassian reassures Nyx of his hard-won victories.

“That’s not saying something. Anyone could win a card of games with you. Even someone who doesn’t know the game.”

“That’s it!” Cassian stands up, slapping his fork and knife down. “Everyone off the table. Elain, you’re dealing. Nyx is judge and you—” he jerks a furious finger Azriel’s way “—outside now. We’re settling this once and for all.”

“You’re on,” Azriel too stands up. “Rhys, you’re going to join?”

Their High Lord smirks. “And pass on the chance of teaching you both a lesson? Never.”

“Here I thought you’d grown up in those years a little,” Feyre mutters, putting down her napkin and standing up as well. “This isn’t about cards only, is it?”

“It rarely is,” Nesta grabs her plate and hurries after the others. “But it’ll be worth watching.”

Elain is left sitting at the table, her mouth agape, fork piercing a potato and wondering when had they all evacuated the room so quickly.

“You’re coming?”

Azriel stands in the doorway looking over his shoulder, his eyes glittering. He holds out a hand.

Elain smiles. Lunch can wait.

(they were totally playing uno.)

#fictober #flufftober 2023: rainy day #flufftober 2023 #rainy day #acotar fic #family fluff #elain archeron #nyx #rhysand #feysand #feyre #azriel #cassian #nesta #acotar #nesta archeron

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saiyanmazen · 5 months

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Sneak Attack - a Vegebul ficlet.

As part of the D&D event hosted by @vegebulocracy, I have written a ficlet for the 1st day. The prompts were character sheet, sneak attack and dice. I chose the second.

It can also be read on AO3 here.

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Vegeta did not like sneak attacks.

It wasn't just that they reminded him of the times in his youth where the Ginyu Force and others from Frieza’s band of sadistic warriors would sneak up on him and attack him with no chance to defend himself. He'd taken to wearing a scouter at all times from an early age.

Nor was it because he'd been ambushed countless times on his purge missions where the attackers’ low ki had made him miss them coming up behind him. It had earned him many wounds, most of them scarring because they healed before he got to a regeneration pod. But he easily obliterated his assailants with ease every time, something that didn't make him worry too much about these occurrences.

It wasn't even the nightmares about his past that would plague him on the nights where she stayed up late to walk and he went to bed alone because he kept to his routine. Those bad dreams were horrific, but he knew they would come.

No, his true dislike for being snuck up on started with the woman; as did many of the things that ruffled him on a daily basis.

At first, she had managed to sneak up on him when he'd found residence at the Capsule Cooperation compound. Her ki was ridiculously low, comparable to that of her father’s house cat, and he was therefore often unprepared when she suddenly showed up out of nowhere. And he didn't like to be unprepared for her because she was so utterly disarming that he would begin to stammer and bluster if he wasn't ready for the insults - or worse: her innuendos and flirtation - she threw at him.

He'd quickly learned to keep tabs on her location at all time, but this had quickly turned into a disadvantage as well. Because his awareness of her only fueled his unwilling yearning for her presence and he began to seek her out rather than avoid her.

Eventually, it was his own feelings for her that snuck up on him. It hit him harder than a coward's knife to his back and had caused him to flee into space to escape her metaphorical grasp on his heart.

Of course, he'd come back. He would have, whether or not the Androids had appeared; no matter if Kakarot was there for him to defeat. He came back because he wanted to be near him, even though he resolved to self denial to block out this apparent weakness.

But the feelings had returned at full force when she approached him after their future son left - fearlessly as the day of his resurrection where she had invited him to live with her - and reassured him that he had a place to stay if he decided to do so.

This turn of events shocked him more than any of her previous actions. He'd ignored her and their son, left them after an explosion to let them fall to their death and nearly caused the destruction of their planet because of his egotistical nature.

She kept her distance after the Cell Games and Kakarot’s death, at least emotionally, and his own longing to return to their past affair was a surprise to him. He pursued her - she made him pursue her - and her constant rebuffs threw him off course.

Until he one day woke to find his shivering body wrapped in her arms after a nightmare. She'd once again snuck up on him, this time to embrace and comfort him as she molted herself to his back. And he relished it.

Her intentional sneak attacks had started thereafter. She would hug or kiss him when he was entirely unprepared, sometimes even instigating more if the mood struck her.

For his sake, she kept it hidden from view. He was still uneasy in his life on earth and - despite his marriage to her, both by Saiyan and human traditions - he could now see that he never fully allowed himself to give in to her love, no matter how much he reciprocated it.

However, after his betrayal of her trust and his second chance to win her love - third if he was honest with himself - he relaxed more in their relationship and the affection she gave him.

And that's when the sneak attacks slowly began to weave their way into the life they led outside of their little private bubble. It irked him and he reprimanded her every time, even though his tantrums had no effect on her.

But what he disliked the most about her sneak attacks was that he didn't hate them or despise them. He actually did like them as much as they flustered him with intense embarrassment. And he enjoyed it when she openly gave him small affectionate gestures, unafraid of anyone's opinion on it, including his.

He also heavily disliked the natural aversive reaction he had to them. First nstilled by his father and later Nappa, he knew now from the Saiyans he'd since met that it wasn't normal for them to live apart from others. In fact, they were social creatures who needed the support from their fellow warriors. But he - and Raditz - had been taught differently, likely to harden them as preparation for the horrors of living under Frieza’s thumb. He could've used their attachments against them, had they had any.

Vegeta wished he could return the gestures of love that Bulma gave him without hesitation. He wished he could show the intense feelings he had for his children. But he could not, not fully.

Luckily, they accepted him and embraced him for who he was: a broken prince with nothing but his pride and his quiet affection for the family - yes, even friends - he'd formed on earth.

He'd never stop being thrown off balance when Bulma snuck up on him and touched him softly or even kissed him. He might even shy away as an instinctual reaction. But he would still cherish every time.

And in private, he would make his own sneak attacks; pulling Trunks into a sudden hug or throw Bra playfully into the air.

But Bulma? He would throw her over his shoulder and head to their bedroom, showing exactly how much he loved her.

#VBD&D #vegebul #vegeta #bulma #vegebul fanfiction #dragon ball z fanfiction #dragon ball super #dragon ball z #prompt

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kobol1 · 1 year

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Infinite Realms Green Lantern Chapter 1

Danny flew in through the front door. He landed with a small thump as he shifted back into his human half. Phasing through his shoes, Danny walks through the living room and into the kitchen for an after-patrol snack. He sees Jazz sitting at the kitchen table looking through her Phantom scrapbook.

"Danny, how was your patrol?" "Did you catch any ghosts, any of the usual troublemakers?" Jazz asks getting up and pulling Danny into a hug. Danny leans into her embrace.

"Nope," he says popping the p, "just a few ectopuses."

"It's been quiet lately ever since Dan started patrolling with you" Jazz replies back to him.

"Yeah it has been quiet lately," Danny says, "It was funny watching Dan rip apart Skulker's suit the first time he went out patrolling with Me and Valerie," Danny said giggling at the memory of a terrified Skulker dangling between Dan's fingers.

Jazz laughs along with Danny. "I haven't seen Ghost X run back into the Zone so quickly before".

Danny groans out from where his face is pressed into Jazz's shoulder, "Jazz you know that's not his name."

Jazz just smiles and replies, "I know little brother just teasing you".

They separate from their hug, "little Jazz I'm almost as tall as you now," Danny says.

"You will always be my little brother, Danny, even if you're as tall as Jack one day". Jazz replies back smiling. "Although I am going to miss calling you short king".

Danny scoffs good-naturedly with a hand dramatically pressed against his chest and replies with a grin "Well I'm still going to call you Princess Jazzerincess Amazon warrior of Amity Park". They both break out in a small fit of laughter at their inside joke.

Danny walks over and opens the fridge. He eyes the leftover meatloaf from the other night already starting to glow an ecto green and an eye pops open to stare back at him, "nope" Danny says firing off a quick ectoblast at the meatloaf and closing the fridge door.

"Oh, are you hungry Danny how about we order out? What are you in the mood for?" Jazz says from behind him eyeing the fridge cautiously hoping for not another Thanksgiving turkey incident.

"How about Chinese?" Danny offers. Half an hour later with empty containers of Chinese food spread around the living room table, they both are sitting on the couch curled up against each other flipping through Jazz's scrapbook and looking at the newspaper clippings and pictures that Jazz had collected over the years.

"Hey, look at this one" Jazz points out. It's a picture of Danny as Phantom fast asleep all curled up in a box on the floor of his room. "If you fits you sits Catboy Danny" Jazz giggles."

"Jazz I am not a cat!" Danny huffs out, as Jazz is carding a hand through his hair as he leans against her side and his core lets out loud happy purrs despite his objections.

"Are you sure about that, you sound like one now." Jazz replied pulling him closer to her. Danny just rolls his eyes and enjoys the comfort of spending time with his older sister.

Tiredly Danny sighs happily, with Jazz holding him he feels safe, warm, protected, and at home, for Danny home, isn't a place or a house, and it hasn't been Fenton Works for a long time, maybe it never was. For Danny home has always been Jazz for as long as he can remember. It was Jazz who taught him how to read, to tie his shoes, and who made him breakfast, lunch, and supper. She would kiss his bumps and bruises better, she would read to him at night and comfort him when he had nightmares.

It was Jazz who took him to his first day of school and the millions of other things that his parents should have done. Jazz is his home and always will be, and now Jazz is leaving, for Gotham University. Of course, Danny is happy for his older sister. She has to go and live her own life and accomplish her dreams and Danny's half-life has been going great in the past few months.

He finally faced his deepest fear, he finally worked up the courage to tell his parents about Phantom, and his parents accepted him! All of him, his human and ghost half!

And best of all they had accepted Dan and Ellie, welcoming them into the family as if they always had been there. Danny lets out a fanged-toothed yawn Jazz had moved his head onto her lap and he drifted off into deep sleep with Jazz carding her hand through his hair.

Jazz wakes up to her phone vibrating on the arm of the couch she is leaning against, she looks down at her little brother, her baby, her everything, he is practically her son. She was more of his mother than Maddie has ever been. And now she was leaving him here. Here in this house full of anti-ghost weapons and scientific instruments that doubled more as instruments of torture for the poor unfortunate ghost who would be caught in them.

But Danny had finally told Jack and Maddie about his ghostly half-life, and they had taken it as well anyone learning that their son had died, they are trying to be better and are working on changing their views on ghosts and they have, and they no longer view every ghost they encounter as evil and something that has to be destroyed.

There was a lot of apologizing and crying on both sides, more so on Jack and Maddie's end. They had accepted him, all of him. They were finally acting as the parents they always should have been from the beginning. It only took their son half dying for it to happen.

But Jazz was finally sure that she could leave her baby brother here, that he is finally safe here in this house. That she won't wake up to a panicked phone call telling her that something terrible had happened. She can finally put that fear to rest.

Jazz looks at the time it's 9:30 pm, she ruffles Danny's hair and he makes those adorable cute cat noises that she loves.

"Mrrp?" Danny says as he blinks open his sleep-filled eyes at her, He chirps out a groggy "mom? oh, Jazzy." He stretches out like a cat before sitting back up next to her.

"Who's on patrol tonight?" Jazz asked.

"Valerie is on the night shift tonight since Dan is with Mom, Dad, and Ellie down in Spittoon" Danny replied to her as he yawned.

"Good now go upstairs and get a full night's rest little brother." Jazz told him.

"Okay mom,” Danny said half asleep as he made his way upstairs to his bedroom. Jazz just smiled as she started to clean up the empty containers on the table.

Meanwhile, in the Infinite Realms, there's a streak of green light with an emerald green ring in the middle of it heading towards a very familiar portal to the living realm.

YES YES, chapter one is finally done! After starting and deleting the dang thing several times it's done!

You all can thank @gilbirda and @stealingyourbones for all of this happening with their Green Lantern Jazz Fenton posts that have been living rent-free in my head. Seriously go give them all the likes and reblogs and friendly comments don't be rude now.

And don't forget to reblog and tag and comment here also! I seriously absolutely love when you do, I read all of them and try to comment back when I see them. It gives me all the encouragement to continue with all this.

Like always if you wanna read my previous posts on my au look up #IRGL au on my Tumblr page or in the tags of this post.

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coral-island-player · 2 months

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Spark's other parent

I know the identity of Spark's other parent. Long post under the cut

Ok, so this is about a game called Cattails Wildwood Story. I wholeheartedly recommend it, it's sometimes described as "stardew valley but cats" and while there is no farming, the relationship system is quite similar, and maybe even better in some aspects (dialogue for every relationship stage which is 12 if you marry the npc, specific dialogue for when your hunger or health is low, getting gifts, you have a birthday, etc.). But if you're reading this, you probably already know all that! So, let's get into it.

So, the identity of Spark's other parent has never been explicitly confirmed, however I have a strong theory on who it may be.

Often it is speculated that Spark's other parent is a member of the Forest Colony. Or another colony. And while it seems likely, there is one singular piece of dialogue from Ember, which you get at 3 hearts, that puts all that into question.

"I spent some time as a house cat, (Name). Well, sort of. The humans let me come and go as I pleased, but they always left out food for me. It was a decent life, but I could never go back to it. That's when I met my ex. Too many bad memories associated with that time in my life."

So from that dialogue we find out that Ember used to be a house cat and that they met their ex partner and the other parent of Spark during that time. Is there a game where Ember is a house cat and we can find out more about them?

Well, there is.

So, for those of you who are familiar with the Warrior Cats book series (and that's probably 99% of Cattails players. It's not needed to enjoy or understand it, as even the game developer hasn't read it, just the field guides because his little sister wanted a game about her favourite book, but worth a try if you want to understand how Cattails became what it is today), you might have heard of a game Warrior Cats Untold Tales.

It's a game that was made by the Cattails developer. For those of you who haven't heard of it, it's an old game that you can download on your computer for free. It's very low quality when it comes to graphics and gameplay, but hey. It's better that 99.9% of what you can find on mobile for free. It's basically a very early version of Cattails when it comes to mechanics. If you take Cattails and take away Stardew Valley, you're pretty much left with a higher quality version of WC:UT. It's an oversimplification and obviously Cattails is more that the combination of these games. Just trying to give you a general idea what it's like. It's worth a try - after all, it is free. There will be spoilers here for the part with Ember - because as you probably can tell, they are in the game.

So, as you play the game, you might encounter a cat named - yeah you guessed it - Ember. They're a kittypet (the clan cats' name for a house cat) and willing to show you their house and let you visit them and possibly live there if you pay 40 reputation points (representing the fact that it's dishonorable for a clan cat to accept anything from humans). Now if it wasn't for that one piece of dialogue, I'd just think that it doesn't take place in the same universe - but given what Ember said, it probably does.

When you visit Ember, you find out they live with an owner named George and a little kitten named Fuzzy who you can play hide and seek with. But you can also find a passage to BloodClan (for those of you who don't know, it's a group of street cats that are kinda evil and look like Charlotte). There is one cat that is white (unfortunately I couldn't find a high quality photo, just look up "warrior cats untold tales thrash"). His (that's right, that cat is referred to as "he") name is Thrash (not a typo, that's legit his name. I was today years old when I found out his name isn't Trash) and he can actually live with you and Ember and Fuzzy! If you let him live in the owner's closet, he will give you something every day, but Fuzzy won't play hide and seek with you anymore because Thrash is mean and Fuzzy is upset that you let him in the house.

So, it is plausible that Thrash and Ember fell in love when that happened and had a kitten. Now, I have no idea how Ember got to the Forest Colony, but I am almost certain that Thrash is Spark's father.

Also that means that Spark is half BloodClan (unlike Charlotte)

#cattails wildwood story #cattails game #warrior cats #bloodclan #Spark #Ember #Cattails ember

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notcaesy · 2 months

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Today I give you my Laurance Headcannons because I love him and he’s my favorite

(MyStreet HCs Specifically)

- Laurance has glasses and contacts! Specifically he’s near sighted, so when things are close up he can see them clearly. If they’re far back though it’s blurry and he does need his glasses/contacts. He wears contacts most of time, but if he’s just staying in the house or going to the store quickly he’ll wear his glasses. (Cough; me too)

- Mentioned in my previous post, but he does have a fashion sense! In fact he can dress up super well. He just doesn’t most of the time unless otherwise motivated to! (Fancy event, hanging out with friends for the day, or just wakes up with a sudden motivation to dress well) (also me)

- He wears a necklace with a tiny Irene relic symbol on it! In fact he has one for each of the divine warriors, but he wears the Irene one the most. (Garroths steals the Esmund one a lot though so he rarely wears that one)

- He likes collecting cool sunglasses, he has heart ones, fire looking ones, festive ones that he doesn’t really wear but has em anyways. (I’m giving him my own interest at this point)

- He’s actually pretty good at doing hair! Cadenza would have him help braid or do some sort of hair style with her hair growing up, and slowly he would do the same thing to himself since his hair is decently long and would be inspired to do so. This is very convenient for Aph if Katelyn, Zane, or Nana wasn’t around.

- He has a lot of jewelry. Earrings, necklaces, braclets, etc. And he’ll pair them with the outfits he makes. Some of its like silly jewelry, like cupcakes or cats and mostly those are gifts from Garroth, Aphmau, and Nana. He wears them despite not knowing how to style it completely because he likes how happy it makes his friends (and he likes em too).

- His bedroom has a little corner full of Caleb’s toys and outfits because Caleb doesn’t have an exact room in his shared house with Garroth and Zane, so Laurance redid his room to make room for Caleb when he visits. A lot of the time Laurance will just sleep in the living room if Caleb’s staying the night, and let Caleb use his bed.

- Lactose Intolerant but eats dairy anyways. As lots of us Lactose Intolerants do.

- MS Garrance needs its own Headcannons but Laurance does take a lot of Garroths jackets/flannels. Mainly cause it’s funny to hear Gar shout “WHERES MY JACKET?” while knowing the whole time he’s wearing it. He also gets cold easily and he just thinks Gar manages to find warmer clothes than him.

- Foods a love language for him. He cooks a lot and spends a lot of time on it, and will even make people’s favorites for their birthdays or special events. Yes even Zane, he gets irritated by him but he doesn’t leave him out. (He can’t bake very well though, he relies on Nana for that)

And that’s it for now! I hope y’all reading have a good day/afternoon/evening/night <3

#aphmau #mystreet #laurance zvahl #aphmau laurance #i love him #he’s just like me fr #such a little guy

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sketchfanda · 10 months

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Chestnut Stud across the Multiverse: Warrior Monk Review: Jennifer Walters aka She-Hulk

Bulma sat bored in her office as it was kne of those typical kind of work days at Capsule Corp headquarters. Nothing new to report, no issues or problems to sort out, just loads of boring e-mails and paper work to sort through. Until of course it hit the aqua haired milf she had ample opportunity to enjoy a little Something personal and fun as she put in some headphones and accessed the private browser of her computer. Fingers typing away on her pc as she accessed her private browser, using her admin log in to access Capsule Cocks, seeing the display of sales figures for their wealth of sexual merchandise. Grinning like a cat as to no surprise but her delight at the Warrior Monk dildo and sex doll topping the popularity charts. Speaking of which, as she checked the e-mail for submissions, seeing quite a few new choice submissions in her inbox. “Alright then ladies, let’s see what you got for me…” the briefs hottie quipped as she checked out s video review submission pending her approval for posting. The subject header reading Jade Amazon as she clicked it open,letting out a wolf whistle at the preview image and hit play,putting on full screen display.

The video buffered and loaded until soon it showed a luxury beach house, the owner a stunning, statuesque work of muscular art. The curves of a pinup model, the body of a warrior as a green skinned Amazon of a woman sensually huffed and puffed, pumping iron as she replied and lifted a pair of dumbbells in her hands. Her jade complexion glistening as her arms pumped and flexed her bulging biceps. Her waterfall mane of hair swaying as a green and purple two piece biking clung to her like a second skin before she acted like she was finally noticing the camera on her. Looking her way as she blew a kiss,shooting a wink and a smile. “Oh hey there. So a friend of a friend told me doing this was the norm soon as you got a CC purchase. And let me tell you, next time I see them I’m so kissing them because this little guy has been a godsend.” She spoke, her voice strong but sensual as she turned to place the dumbbells on the floor, bending over in a way that made her glorious thing clad green booty stick out to the camera, flexing and clapping those meaty buns. Standing snd turning to the face the camera again as she began to strike a variety and combination of bodybuilder and pinup poses that showers off her stunning sensual self.

“Im Jennifer Walters,some folks call me the She-Hulk. Attorney at law and the cause of many boys and girls hitting puberty and questioning their sexuality. And let me tell you when you look and feel like I do, You just want and need a regular,good hard fuck. But toys just aren’t enough…” the Jade giantess spoke, as if she were giving a lecture and not showing herself off like a bitch in heat courting a mate. Squatting her powerful leg muscles as she parked and sat herself on a chair by the sparkling blue pool as she removed her swimsuit top and removed her thong, shamelessly naked as her nipples were perky, her smooth green slit gushing with arousal. “Just look at me, so damn horny…” she spoke sensually, running her hands along her curvy muscular form, groping and squeezing her tits as she tweaked her nips. Shuddering as deep moans poured from her luscious jade lips before running her finger tips down along her washboard abs as they finally met together at her pussy. Proceeding to caress probe her slit. Nectar flowing as it glistened in the sunlight while she shot a sultry look at the camera. “Nah a body like this and a woman like me? Needs a real prime hunk of a man. Size where it counts snd knows how to use it and ooh did the fine lewd brainiacs at Capsule Co deliver big time..” The gammazon purred sensually as she reached into a gym bag newr by the chair she sat on. Fishing out a capsule cork dynocap, clicking the top button and throwing it a few feet from herself. In a puff of smoke there was some sort of containement pod, large enough to hold one person as she pushed a button. Steam hissing out as the lid opened and out came what Bulma expected. The special Krillin clone sex doll she had and 21 dubbed the Warrior Monk, naked as the day he was born, displaying all his short king glory from head to toe. From his 5′1′’ frame of compact sculpted muscles, his smooth bald dome and of course, thst glorious length and girth of womb hammering joy which hung between his legs. And began to stiffen and rise at the sight of the Gammazon who licked her,a noticeable red blush on her green face.

“Mmm just look at this little guy, horses and bulls got nothing on this bad boy….” The stunner leered as she pulled her Warrior Monk into her powerful arms, hugging and caressing his backside as she pressed her lips to his. The compact stud immediately returning the gesture as Jen moaned, massaging his tongue with hers before gasping as he grabbed and began to squeeze her Jade titties. The little man breaking their liplock with a trail of saliva between as he began to lick and kiss those glorious twin globes, suckling her nips as he reached down to grasp and stroke his cock. “Aaaaahn,knows all my spots to get me going….5 foot Casanova with the skill of a pornstar…” Bulma looked on at the video with growing arousal,biting her lip as she snaked a hand under her skirt,probing her panty clad slit and groping her tit as she continued to watch this wonderful amateur porno. Watching as Jen conducted vigorous fellatio, deepthroating her warrior monk as he pumped and thrust her hips to meet her sloppy,thirsty blowjob. That slobber soaked shaft getting licked and sucked as she hugged his waist,holding him close and welcoming that deep,intense facefucking. Her pussy dribbling with nectar as it dribbled snd rained down on the tile floor of her swimming pool. To soon having him sit in the chair as she pumped and massaged his cock with her green tittles sandwiching them. Jerking him off as he bucked and thrust into that glorious cleavage. Before their positions shifted as with a stunning rest of strength, he held Jen upside down, her thick green thighs between his chrome dome as he licked and lapped away at her slit while she deepthroated him, the pair conducting a standing 69 but then Bulma grinned with rapture as they shifted and got into the main course.

The titanic sensation of a she-hulk flexed and tensed the muscles of her powerful arms and legs, fingers clutching the floor as her Warrior Monk fucked her doggy style. His big,heavy balls smacking her clit as his hands grasped her hips, smacking her ass. Her sixpack abs bulging with his shaft’s length and girth as her tits bounced and swayed like lewd pendulums. The Jade giantess howling as she found herself hoisted up into a full nelson as he wrapped his arms around and held her legs back to have her ankles beside her head. Her tits bouncing as he made her bounce on his cock. Pumping away as he grunted, face determined to follow his directive to bring his partner to sexual ectasy and satisfaction. Jen putting pornstars to shame in how horny she looked and sounded as she rode the wave of orgasm after orgasm rocking her amazonian beauty of a work of art body. Expressions of fucked silly and stupid absolute bliss as hearts flowed in her eyes as he plowed her in a mating press, riding him cowgirl as she made out with him, their tongues dancing together. Her green skin glistening like an emerald n the sunlight as hugged and held her stud close to her, riding his cock as they kissed. Shuddering with bliss as he came inside her and looked at her camera. “Afraid that’s all you’re getting, now if you’ll excuse me,my little man and I got o,and for him to use that sex gos dick of his on my ass…”with that she blew a kiss at the camera as she reached out to grab and turn off the camera,picture fading as she could be heard one last time. “Oooh stud easy now….” Bulma pouted, taking her out her hand from under her skirt to see her fingers sticky with a web trail of her nectar. Damnit just when it was getting good before the capsule corp heiress turned to look at the doors that lead into the lab. Licking her lips as she decided might be a good time to see if some of the latest warrior monks fresh off the production line batch needed quality control approval. Somedays it was good to be the boss.

#sketchfanda #sketchfan85 #sketchfan #krillin smut #dragonball krillin #krillin dragonball #krillin #she hulk #marvel #Marvel Comics #jennifer walters #dragonball #dragonball z

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gods-favorite-autistic · 2 years

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RTC library or like bookshop please

Ocean dragged them there of course

Noel always gets a really sad romance book

Constance on the other hand will not touch a romance book that has a sad ending

Ricky likes Warrior Cats

Penny reads any thriller novel she can get her hands on

Mischa likes horror but specifically Stephen King

Ocean will read any fiction book she can get her hand on as long as she doesn’t have to read a sex scene

She once got surprised by one and almost threw the book across the room

She spends her hours volunteering at the library and the rest of the choir always come in to make her life hell

Noel once was sad because the book he wanted was on the top shelf and Mischa decided to climb the bookshelf

It is a miracle that they aren’t banned really (probably because the librarians all really like Ocean)

Noel absolutely knew what he was doing he knew Mischa would scale that shit

Penny has really bad volume control but she somehow never gets in trouble

You look over at her table and she just has her hands like clasped over her mouth in shock while her eyes are moving lightning fast across those pages

None of them are the biggest readers but if you give them a book they like them they will devour that shit

Constance and Ocean pass notes to each other

Ricky likes telling the kids about Zolar (the pg version of course) but there’s this one kid in particular that’s his favorite

Her name is Lily and she’s deaf and she has hearing aids but still knows sign language so she translates for him

She once drew him a picture of Zolar and he put it up on his room wall next to the drawing of Zolar that Penny gave him a while back

Noel sits on the book cart thingy and tells Ocean about social media drama while she’s working

It’s the only bonding time they have really

Ocean will not hesitate to kick out jerks

Mischa got put in time out once because according to one of the kids he “wasn’t being very nice to miss Ocean”

As usual, Constance has pictures

Ocean reads to the kids so she has all of them in the palm of her hands

She also has a favorite and it’s this one boy named James who also has diabetes (have I mentioned my ‘Ocean has diabetes’ headcanon lately?)

She brings extra snacks for him

Ricky let’s the kids sword fight with his crutches

Lily narrarates

Penny likes to ride the book carts

Constance and Ocean go there to study because it’s right in the middle of both their houses

#ride the cyclone musical #ride the cyclone #rtc #penny rtc #mischa rtc #ricky rtc #constance rtc #noel rtc #ocean rtc #ocean o'connell rosenberg #penny lamb #mischa bachinski #ricky potts #constance blackwood #noel gruber

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urlocalwormtoday · 4 months

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Pinned post time!! :D

alr, I figured it's about time for me to put up a pinned post

While you can find most of my info in my bio, I feel like not everybody looks there and this would just be an easier solution lol

This will update as time goes on, so just be aware of that! :]

So, let's begin!

Basic info you should know about me:

I identify as a female and use she/her pronouns!

I am aroace !! (previously ace and bi, but I've been reflecting a lot on my relationships over the years and realized that just wasn't right xd imposter syndrome is a bitch)

I only have one microlabel atm, which is a part of the ace spectrum and is known as apothisexuality

(Tying into the bit abt apothisexuality) I'm very against NSFW of any kind, so if you are an artist, writer, or otherwise content creator who actively takes part in the NSFW community, do not interact please.

Fandoms I am apart of:

Jrwi (all caught up on riptide, have not yet watched the entirety of PD, BitB, or Apotheosis yet (have mercy on me I'm too broke for patreon ;-;))

Traffic Series/Life series

QSMP

SCU

TOH

The Isle/Dinosaur community

COS (Creatures of Sonaria)

Warrior Cats

Wings of Fire

Rainworld

Content SMP

Other info:

I am irl friends with @honeyzee312 ! Xyr awesome please go follow Xem :DDD

Please be nice to me, my ego is fragile 😔

As you can tell from my name, I love worms, specifically worms on strings, and have six of my own

I LOVE LOVE DINOSAURS

I'm a sucker for angst also

I also love reading gore lmao

I have a shared blog with HoneyZee!! It's called Worm and Zee writing, go check it out!!!! :D

The Worms!!! (you can skip this part lmao) :

Pepsi - A light-ish blue worm named after soda (if that wasn't obvious), technical brother to Fanta, as they both came from the same pack of worms. He's one of the few remaining originals and the oldest worm I have excluding Fanta! Dunno how it happened, but he actually has three pupils in one of his googly eyes lol

Fanta - A highlighter orange worm who glows in the dark for some reason?? Also named after a soda. He is Pepsi's brother and originally belonged to another friend I have, before he went missing around a year back and somehow turned up at my house????

Salmonella - A pink (like raw chicken pink) worm, who is the brother of Asparagus (much like Pepsi and Fanta they came from the same pack). I like to imagine that Pepsi and Fanta see both of them as little siblings :] also he has a strangely long nose

Asparagus - A light green worm who is EXCEPTIONALLY fluffy, brother of Salmonella. I view him as more reasonable than Salmonella, potentially being/acting as his older brother despite the fact that they're basically the same age

Zest - A highlighter yellow worm who, much like fanta, tends to glow in the dark. I got him from an arcade at a bowling place, so he has no siblings sadly (but it's very close with Salmonella and Asparagus). He's named after lemon zest!!

Unnamed! (Any ideas?) - a dark blue, mini worm (3/4 normal length) then I find absolutely adorable!!! I still need some name suggestions for him tho

Okay, and now to the serious bit, the rules of my blog

I beg of you, please treat me and these rules with respect, or as much as you can muster

The rules:

NO NSFW, if you are an active part of the NSFW community please dni

No bullying or harassment

Please refrain from making negative or judging comments while you're here

Like I said, pretty pretty please be nice to me, I am fragile

RESPECT EVERYONE HERE, please no purposeful misgendering or any arguments

And finally, be nice to the worms please, they live within the walls of this post 😌

#pinned post #blog rules #blog info #please read #I'd really appreciate it if you read!!! :D

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roguelioness · 1 year

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pas de trois

Fandom: FFXIV Pairing: Aymeric de Borel/Alyzen Kaide/Estinien Varlineau Rating: E Words: 6931

(Read on ao3)

The water is hot, near-scalding, but Alyzen prefers it that way. It forms a steam shield against the blizzard outside currently ravaging Ishgard, and fogs up the windows that would inform her how brutal the snowfall it. Which suits her just fine - she wants no reminder of the journey she is to set off on.

She’d been annoyed that Count Edmont had planned a soiree on the eve of her departure. She hates socializing even at the best of times, even less so when there are missions to be undertaken. All she wanted was a quiet evening spent soaking in a bathtub, and that had almost been denied her – until Aymeric stepped in and offered the use of his manor.

A foolish move, to be sure. Though she might be the Warrior of Light, though she might be a ward of one of Ishgard's great houses, she is still an outsider, and the local populace would not take too kindly to the fact that she was spending the night at the house of one of Ishgard's most powerful (and sought-after) men.

"There is naught to fear," Aymeric had soothed with a smile, "I will be meeting with Estinien, and will spend the night with him. None shall know you occupy the mansion. Your privacy shall be guaranteed, I assure you."

A chance to be alone? Fully alone, in a place that wasn’t in the middle of some wilds, with amenities that offered a chance to unwind? Well, how could she turn down that offer? And so she's stretched out in a marble tub, soaking in water that will never turn cold – Garlond's new engineering marvel of course – the scent of incense and sandalwood heavy in the air.

Her eyes slide shut, and with a soft, luxurious sigh she slips deeper into the water, letting herself relax, pushing all the memories of the past into the background.

A quiet, quiet creak has her tensing.

Someone is in the room with her. She can sense their presence, that awareness prickling at the nape of her neck. The alarm that should follow is absent; considering none save one knows of her being here, it can only mean… "I take it your meeting was cut short, lord commander?" she teases.

"We came to an agreement sooner than I expected," is his casual, noncommittal response. The smirk threaded through the syllables has her alert.

"We?" she questions, turning at last towards the room's new occupants. Or intruder, as it were, for standing next to Aymeric is Estinien, his steel blue eyes glinting so sharp even in the muted light of the room. Both men are dressed casually, in soft breeches and loose-fitting shirts, their hair the kind of flat and mussed that comes from wearing a hat. They make a striking contrast standing next to each other - though both are tall and muscular, Estinien is lithe and wiry while Aymeric is broad-shouldered and sturdy. They’re both handsome men in their own right, and the sight of them together, like this, so comfortable and relaxed, short-circuits her brain for a few seconds.

Estinien’s mouth lifts up into a smirking half-smile.

Her gaze narrows. "What is the meaning of this?" she asks, harsh and blunt, sinking below the level of the foam that covers the water's surface. Estinien's expression, though she cannot decipher it entirely, is unnerving, and ignites a lick of flame in her belly – though she'll never admit to it.

"I believe we have some negotiating to do."

"This hardly feels like the time or place for such a thing."

Aymeric’s voice is perfectly even, as though he’s commenting on the weather. "Not so for the proposal I have in mind."

She presses her lips together tight, teeth gritted together as she tries to avoid looking at Estinien. What could he possibly mean? "And what proposal would that be?"

The grin on Aymeric’s face makes her quirk her brow, so wide and satisfied it is. She’s seen his cat sport a similar expression at mealtimes. His gaze is darker; there’s a glint of something baser, untamed, lurking in those cerulean depths. "You want to fuck Estinien."

The coarse word, spilled so casually from a man who is otherwise so elegantly eloquent, has her starting, the lick of heat stoking to a full flame. Then the rest of his statement catches up to her and her jaw drops. "I beg your pardon?" she stutters.

Aymeric moves towards her - prowls, really, his stride measured and slow, as though trying to keep from spooking her – and drops to his haunches by the side of the tub. Resting his elbows on the edge, he once again smiles at her, so calm and assured it has her stilling. "You do not have to hide from me," he murmurs. "How you look upon him has not escaped my notice.”

“I don’t know what you mean–”

“The signs are easy to miss, were I not actively searching for them. The stiffness of your spine, the way you clasp your hands behind your back. The flush on the tips of your ears–”

"That's– he frustrates me!” she sputters. “He's an annoying little shit sometimes–"

"Come now, that is not entirely true, is it?" Aymeric reaches out to wind a stray lock of deep copper hair around his finger, gives it a gently chastising tug. Lowering his voice, he adds, "Would it make you feel better if I told you he feels the same way?"

"What?" It slips out soft and strangled. Her face, already flushed from the heat, turns scarlet.

“Estinien would like to bed you.” Again, it’s such a casual remark she gapes at him.

Finding her tongue, she scowls, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. “Am I to believe he so readily confided such a thing to you?”

“Believe what you’d like,” Estinien drawls, resting one shoulder against the doorway. His silver hair is illuminated by the lights in the bedroom and forms a kind of feathery halo – ironic, since he’s certainly no saint.

“This is ridiculous,” her face feels like it could burst into flame at any second, “you can’t just waltz in here and– and– say something like that!”

“Why not?” Aymeric glides his fingers through her hair, gently untangling any knot he encounters. Aly’s keenly, intensely aware of the fact that he’s just inches away from her, and very clothed in contrast to her nude self. She’s not self-conscious by any means – a life on the road means that anyone she travels with gets the occasional eyeful – but it’s never bothered her as much as it does this moment.

With these two.

“What am I supposed to do with that information?” she gripes, though it doesn’t have as much heat as it could.

“Ah, I’m glad you asked.” Aymeric leans in, presses his lips – chapped and cold from the wind outside – to her forehead. “Would you like to?” The emphasis on you is clear.

She’s not usually so slow, but this is– new and unexpected territory and she’s very, very apprehensive. “Would I like to what?”

“Fuck him.” Again, that small smile, that knowing look.

This must be some kind of trick. They’re clearly pulling a prank on her. “Aymeric. Be serious.”

“This is no jest, Alyzen.” When her eyes flick over to Estinien, he nods once, sharp and sure, his face carefully devoid of all expression – save his gaze, which is like that of a winter wolf in front of fresh meat.

Throat dry, mouth as arid as the Sagoili desert, she licks her lips, attempting to piece together a coherent thought. “Let me get this straight. Estinien wants to take me to bed, and he told you as much, and you’re asking me if I want to?” She shakes her head. “Why would you– is this some twisted Ishgardian way of ending–” she trails off, a deep furrow between her brows. What exactly is there between her and Aymeric? Neither of them have defined the boundaries of their relationship. “If you would rather not… not continue our tryst,” she says stiffly, hating him just a little for making her use the word tryst, as though she were a cheap and tawdry thing. Her heart is a rapid hammer against her ribs as she continues, “then all you have to do is say so. You do not have to– to make a mockery of me, my lord.”

Aymeric makes a soft, distressed sound, his face clearly displaying his dismay. “No, no, you misunderstand me,” he begins, but is cut off by Estinien.

“What he means to say,” the dragoon unfolds himself and stalks to her side, crossing his arms and staring down at her. Even though she’s fairly well-concealed by the bubbles, she still feels vulnerable and too-exposed, and her fingers curl into her palms in the water. “Is that we would both be fucking you.” Alyzen chokes, coughing as she tries to steady her breathing once more. Estinien smirks, one brow arching into a pretty point. “Only if you’re amenable to it, of course.”

She glances from his face to Aymeric’s, waiting to see if they have anything more to add. Surely at any moment now, one of them will laugh, and declare it to be a fine joke. When the minutes tick by silently, their expressions unchanging, only then does she realize that they’re serious.

“I–” she sighs and sits up straighter. The slope of her breasts breaches the water’s surface. There’s a measure of satisfaction in the way Estinien’s gaze drops to them for a split second before returning to hers. She can’t deny she’s had indecent thoughts about Estinien, has wondered how it would feel to have him touch her. How it would feel to touch him. She’s seen the way he’s looked at her, out of the corner of his eyes, how it pulled something molten into the pit of her stomach. She should refuse – she should send them away, should be indignant that they came to her with such a proposal, but instead… “How would this even work?” she asks, internally groaning at the look of utter smugness on the dragoon’s face.

He was going to be insufferable.

“What are your concerns?” Aymeric’s hands, with those long, elegant fingers, rest on the rim of the bath. Alyzen finds herself distracted, remembering the way the calluses rasp pleasantly against her skin. He clears his throat, drawing her focus back to his face, and to his credit he doesn’t tease her for her wandering attention.

“I–” she throws her head back and groans. “Twelve take you, Aymeric. This is most certainly not the place to have this kind of discussion. How am I meant to think when I’m naked and the two of you are not?” It’s said with the intention to shock and startle, to maybe bring them to their senses – herself included, because Nymeia help her, she’s actually considering this, which means there must be something wrong with her.

It doesn’t work as expected.

“That can be remedied easily enough,” Estinien smirks. His hands move to the edge of his tunic and in a smooth, fluid motion, he pulls it off, revealing an expanse of planes and angles and muscles that she desperately wants to map with hands and mouth. Aly lets out a startled yelp and turns away sharply, straight into Aymeric’s amused face.

“‘Tis too late to play the shy maiden,” Estinien drawls from behind here. “There’s naught here you have not seen before.”

“I beg your pardon?” she whirls towards him, outraged enough to forget her compromised circumstances. “What in the fucking void do you mean by that?”

“Only that you’ve surely seen a man in the nude. Or have you not been keeping the Lord Commander company?”

Furious, she makes to stand up, but Aymeric’s hand on her shoulder keeps her in place. “Fuck off,” she snarls, but before she can curse him out some more, he quirks a brow. “I believe that was the purpose of this discussion,” he smirks.

“Estinien.” Aymeric interjects, clearly exasperated. “Would it overtax you to be more diplomatic? As I recall, you did not hesitate overmuch when I spoke to you of this proposal.”

Baffled and as irritated as a clam loaded with grains of sand, Alyzen clears her throat, chooses her words with the utmost of care. “For all this… talking, neither of you have attempted to explain the intricacies of such an arrangement.” She glances from one man to the other, wishing she could read their minds. “I do not want any misunderstanding, nor would I want jealousy to get in the way of old friendships and working relationships.”

“Your forthrightness is most appreciated,” Aymeric says, a touch of praise in the way he speaks.

She rolls her eyes. “The sooner we finish this discussion, the sooner I can get back to what I was doing.”

Aymeric smiles and brushes his lips across her temple. “Estinien and I are indeed old friends,” he says. “We do not begrudge whatever happiness the other might find; it would mean all the more if we were to share in each other’s joy.”

“You understand what you’re asking,” she says carefully. “We set out to travel soon. I’ll be away from you for days, weeks even, while he will be there–”

“And I trust the both of you to keep the other safe. Should you find pleasure in the cold nights, I will be glad of it.”

She stares at him, taking the measure of his response, trying to find the smallest ilm of hesitation. She finds none. He returns her searching gaze patiently, his expression open, the hand on her shoulder steady and sure. “You really do mean that,” she murmurs.

His palm moves to cradle her jaw. “I would not be dishonest, not with you.”

Catching her lip between her teeth, finding herself oddly shaky, Alyzen turns to Estinien. Bare-chested, with his arms crossed, his posture is guarded, and it makes her tense. “If I desired to spend my nights with Aymeric alone, would you be amenable?”

“Aye,” he nods.

“What of–” she hesitates. “Are the two of you truly comfortable with this?” She hates that she sounds nervous and uncertain, like an sheltered young maiden, but she must know. Most of her relationships – if they could even be called that – have been fleeting, a quick match struck at midnight, gone with a bare breath. This – whatever this is – is not love (not yet, her mind whispers) – but neither is it merely a kind of itch to be scratched. And while this proposal intrigues her – she’d like to know where it leads – she values their friendship and would rather not risk losing it.

Aymeric senses her struggle - she sees it in the tenderness on his face. “Were either of us discomfited by even the smallest degree we would not be here, I assure you.”

Nodding, she turns to Estinien, startled to see something fond and gentle on his features. “Aye,” he rumbles. “He speaks true.”

She huffs. “And if I had been offended by your suggestion?”

“We would have apologized with utmost sincerity, spoken no more on the matter. and made no allusion to it.” Aymeric’s eyes twinkle with mischief, pulling a short sigh of laughter from her. “However, I confess I had every confidence you would be amenable, or I would not have made the suggestion in the first place.”

“Presumptuous,” she swats his chest.

“But not incorrect,” he gives her chin a playful tweak.

Alyzen sighs. “What now?”

“Considering we are all in accordance, I see no reason to move forward with this arrangement,” Aymeric brushes his lips against her temple, smiling against her skin at her sigh.

“Hold a moment,” Estinien’s gravel tones are deeper than normal. “I have a concern I wish to have addressed.”

Alyzen tilts her head, waiting for him to continue.

Estinien’s eyes are warm with something she cannot unravel. “Can we agree that there shall be none but us involved in this arrangement?”

“Yes, of course,” Aymeric’s reply is surprised, as though he had not thought it needed to be stated.

“Well, yes, I would hope so,” she arches a brow.

“Good,” the dragoon declares, then takes the two steps required to close the distance between them, drops to his haunches by the bathtub, and curls a hand around the nape of her neck.

Aly’s skin breaks out in gooseflesh.

Estinien leans in close to her, closer, so close their lips are but a hair’s breadth apart – but he doesn’t kiss her. His breath, warm and wine-scented, washes over her face, his fingers twitching against her skin. He waits, patient, his eyes sharp and focused. She’s pinned by the force of it, her breath caught in her throat, unable to look anywhere else, even as Aymeric presses a chaste kiss to her shoulder.

“Eager, aren’t we?” what was meant to be mocking comes out as a low, soft exhale.

His reply is a rumble in the space between them. “Would you rather I leave?”

She responds by closing the gap and pressing her lips to his.

Half a heartbeat of hesitation before Estinien plunders.

His kiss is greedy and rough, indelicate but in a way she likes, his teeth gently rasping against the delicate flesh of her mouth. Behind her, she can feel Aymeric shift, his hand moving from her hair down the side of her neck, his fingertips skimming over her collarbones, lowering beneath the water’s surface to seek out her breasts – and when his thumb grazes over her nipple she gasps into Estinien’s mouth.

Aymeric laughs softly, amusement curled in the sound, and repeats the action over and over. Aly blindly reaches out, grasping Estinien's shoulder with one hand, her other moving to cover Aymeric's as he strokes her breasts. She moans, pulling away from the heated greed of the dragoon's mouth, her head tipping back to explode the column of her neck.

Estinien wastes no time in taking advantage of this new expanse of flesh, pressing his mouth to the thin skin that covers her pulse, setting his teeth and sucking a bruise into her flesh that she will struggle to cover come the morn. Aymeric’s hand slides lower, to her sternum, fingers lightly brushing over the smooth, raised chainlink scar there, down to her belly button, and even lower, till he’s at the cusp of her mound, before retracing his steps back to her chest.

They’ve barely begun to touch her and already she feels like she’s wound up too-tight in her skin.

“I think she’s been in that bath long enough,” Estinien grumbles. “What say you, lord commander?”

Aymeric takes her mouth for a slower kiss; the taste of him beneath the spiced wine he’d been drinking heats her blood to magma. When he moves away, she follows with a soft sound of protest, and he gives in and kisses her again, making her feel like an expensive indulgence, something to be savored. She shifts, squirms, and when she starts to rise from the water Aymeric leans away, looking very satisfied with himself. “I believe you’re right, Estinien. Why don’t we help her out?”

No sooner than he says the words than Estinien slides his arm around her chest and under her knees and hauls her up with an ease that shouldn’t surprise her but does. Aly’s not a small woman by any means - an adventurer’s life means her muscles are dense from combat, but Estinien makes her feel petite, almost fragile.

The cold air of the room swats at her, causing her to break out in gooseflesh. Thin, gossamer threads of fine white mist rise in in delicate trails from her skin. She shivers, and so does Estinien, his gaze drawn to the droplets of water dotting her body, lent a deep golden hue from the hearth’s flame. He leans in and touches his tongue to her collarbone, licking a stripe up the curve of it, nipping the place where it meets her throat.

“Estinien,” she grumbles even as she trembles from that caress, “I’m cold.”

“Forgive me,” he drawls. Striding rapidly to the bed in the adjacent room, she’s unprepared for how abruptly he dumps her onto the mattress; she gasps indignantly, moving to sit up on her knees. “You voidbitten ass, what was that for?”

“You said you were cold - surely you must be dry now.” The smirk at the corner of his lips is far too endearing for her to stay mad at him. Beside him, Aymeric sighs, tossing a large towel onto the nearby chair. “Could you not have waited a moment longer?”

“For someone who proposed this, Aymeric, I’m surprised you’re not more impatient.” Estinien might be talking to the lord commander, but his attention is on her, and Aly can’t help tucking her lip between her teeth as he starts to undo the ties to his breeches. When he catches her looking, however, he hesitates, fingers stilling on the waistband.

She doesn’t want that. She wants the assured, certain Estinien, the dragoon with the sharp tongue; she wants him to want her, and to know that he wants her - this reticence of his puts her on edge. Aly leans up, one hand on his shoulder, and moves to kiss him - but stops short of his mouth, acutely aware that Aymeric is right there.

Suddenly, Estinien’s hesitation doesn’t feel so strange.

“Kiss him, cherie,” Aymeric orders, his voice husky.

She does. Slow and languid, she kisses him delicately, relishing the groaned whine he spills into her. Her hands move to his breeches, and she finishes undoing the ties but stops there - it’s his decision to pull them down, to let them pool around his feet, to step out of them and onto the bed.

Alyzen breaks away from his lips and turns to look at Aymeric, keenly aware that Estinien is settled next to her, that his broad fingers are splayed against her sternum, that his silver hair falls over her shoulder. “Meric,” she says softly, calling to him, calling for him; his face lights up in a fond smile, his cobalt eyes aphotic and coveting. He undresses quickly, precisely, placing each article of clothing across the armrest of the couch to keep it from wrinkling, before joining them on the bed, the mattress sinking further to accommodate him. Cradling her jaw between his hands, he takes her mouth, his nails lightly digging into her scalp as he sinks his fingers into her hair.

She trembles, and Estinien laughs, a dark, greedy sound, before he starts to feather kisses down the column of her neck, skimming his lips over her tattooed shoulder. She lets them move her to their liking, till she’s trapped between them. They work in tandem, a strange kind of coordination to how they caress her; Estinien’s welcome roughness has her arching into Aymeric, and his meticulous touches have her melting into the dragoon. The two extremes send her head spinning, render her skin sensitive, every nerve alert and receptive. Heat builds up in her flesh, a familiar ache between her legs, and she can tell from every uncontrolled rock of her hips that they’re as affected as she is.

Aymeric sucks at the swell of her breast, dragging his teeth along the curve of it before taking her peaked nipple into the warmth of his mouth and Aly hisses, attempting to arch into him but his arm around her torso keeps her in place. She squirms between them, desperate to be touched, desperate for a release from the tension wound up in her belly. Estinien chuckles, low and sly, one hand pinching her chin and holding her gaze to his as the other strokes along the inside of her thigh, soft, teasing brushes of skin against skin, getting closer - but never quite touching - that place where she burns with a wet heat. “Eager, aren’t we?” he echoes her taunt from earlier, but his voice is gravelled with lust and the sound of it makes her moan. “How should we begin, then?” His attention flicks to Aymeric. “Do we take turns?” he asks, before dropping his eyes back to her flushed, sweat-beaded skin, lips curling into a devilish smirk. “Or do you want your pleasure first?” He punctuates the offer with a slow glide of his fingers up her folds, offering her the most feather-like, unsatisfying strokes against her clit.

Aly pants into the air, desperately attempting to shift her hips to seek out more of his touch, but once again she’s thwarted by Aymeric’s hold on her. “Please,” it bursts out of her – she’s not sure what she’s asking for, but she wants – she needs – more.

Estinien’s smile grows wider, near-vulpine. “You beg so prettily,” he praises in a low, elated croon, reinforced by Aymeric’s lips pressed up against her temple. He coaxes her knees further apart, stroking her thighs, scraping his nails along her thighs and the back of her knees to pull a whine out of her before dipping his fingers into her folds. Aly jerks at the sudden stimulation, a deep moan pushed into the crook of Aymeric’s neck as Estinien eased his fingers into her.

“Fuck,” he groans at the feel of her, both awed and amazed.

“Please,” Alyzen begs again unashamedly, rolling her hips, trying to get him to move, to give her the friction she needs.

Estinien presses deeper, curling his fingers, and she cries out, loud and wanton. Aymeric’s hand trails along her side, his knuckles brushing the sensitive undersides of her breasts, before his long, calloused fingertips land on her clit.

Aly whimpers. It’s so much, too much, being touched by them both; and then Estinien starts to fuck her, a slow, curling push-pull of those combat-honed digits while Aymeric strokes her clit even slower, much, much lighter than she wants, than she needs, and her brain short-circuits and she can’t think of anything except the pleasure building up, turning her blood to syrup, her mind to mush.

She gasps something out - no words, just garbled sounds, her head tipped back to rest on his shoulder, an arm twined about his neck, fingers grabbing onto stray strands of his raven hair, gripping onto them like a lifeline.

Aymeric presses harder, firmer against that sensitive nub and she cries out, making sharp, quick little pants, straining against their hold as her body starts to shake.

“Look at me,” Estinien demands, hoarse, gruff, desperate, and she’s helpless to do anything but obey, fighting to keep her eyes open and on his face as her nerves, already alit with pleasure, flood with ecstasy as he crooks his fingers against her walls. Aymeric’s free hand moves to wrap around her throat, keeping her head upright, his fingers resting against her hummingbird pulse.

Estinien’s focus on her is absolute, his attention almost tangible with how intense it is, and it is that concentration, that stark desire on those bladed cheekbones and within that honed gaze that breaks her and tips her over, a high-pitched cry falling from her as she climaxes.

Aymeric’s fingers on her clit gentle, drawing out her pleasure; she shudders with oversensitivity when Estinien pulls his digits from her cunt. For several moments it’s all she can do to catch her breath and regain her bearings.

“All right?” Aymeric asks her, examining her face closely.

She nods, shifting her release-heavy muscles to face him. He’s propped back against the veritable mass of pillows, his cock, erect and beaded with precome, resting on his stomach. The sight of it fills her with renewed heat - she knows how it feels in her, and she wants it. Wants him. Wants to watch him take his pleasure from her. The core of her starts to ache with that need. “I believe it is my turn, is it not?” she teases, her voice husky, as she crawls over him.

“Are you certain?” he asks. “We do not have to do anything–” he breaks off on a choked gasp as she slides her wet slit against his length, rocking back and forth, coating him in her slick.

“Do you want to stop?” she asks sweetly, relishing the deep, guttural groan he makes.

Estinien grips her hair, tugs gently to tilt her head back. “Stop teasing the poor man,” he murmurs against her lips, “and fuck him.” His face wears an tenebrous smile, his fingertips massaging her scalp as she feels Aymeric position himself against her entrance, and as he hilts himself in her - sure and certain, with a single, fluid thrust - Estinien kisses her, swallowing her moan, taking away the last of her air so she’s breathless.

Aymeric plants his feet on the mattress and thrusts upwards, knocking a cry from her, setting a slow, measured pace; each time he fucks into her, Estinien guides her down so she takes all of Aymeric’s cock, so she feels all of him, so she’s filled with all of him, again and again and again, and then he adds to the exquisite torment by strumming his fingers across her aching clit, pulling a wanton, lewd whine from her that she barely registers over the frantic drumming of her heart.

Bliss burns through her; she climbs inexorably to a peak that she’s then taken past, taken higher, the tension growing till she’s all but feral from it.

“Aly,” Aymeric stutters out in a strained gasp, and she peers at him through sex-drunk lids. His face is a rictor of pleasure, jaw clenched, that plush, clever mouth taut with desperate tension; his fingers, splayed out on her thighs, dig in deeper, harder, keeping her pinned to him. She knows he’s close - she can hear it in his voice, in the urgent, stuttered way he buries himself in her and she whines, wanting to reach her own peak, bending over him to kiss his mouth, to taste his pleasure.

Estinien plants a kiss behind her ear, scrapes his teeth down the length of her neck and circles her clit with a firmer touch, and she comes with a strangled shout as he sucks a mark onto her shoulder, distantly aware of Aymeric pulling out of her a moment before his spend spatters across her stomach as he reaches his own end.

Her body limp post-climax, she’d fall onto Aymeric’s chest if it weren’t for Estinien’s hold on her. Panting, gasping, she lets him guide her off the lord commander, one arm thrown artlessly over her face. She feels the bed shift and ripple as someone climbs off; she peers through her fingers to see Estinien make his way to the chair and pick up the discarded towel. Sensing his intent, she flushes and sits up, suddenly very aware of how sticky she is. She holds out her hand and he gives her the towel; she can’t seem to look at either of them as she cleans herself off.

“Alyzen.” Aymeric’s voice, soft and filled with concern, breaks the suddenly-tense silence. She ignores him, focuses on cleaning a spot below her belly button that’s already clean, but she needs something to do.

“Aly.” Gentle fingers guide her head up to meet Aymeric’s worried expression. Next to him, Estinien is blank-faced, his eyes carefully watching her every move. “Are you all right?” he asks.

She sighs. This is silly, she thinks. We’re all here because we want to be, so why am I embarrassed?

As though reading her mind, Aymeric says, “There’s nothing to be ashamed about,” his thumb gently stroking the curve of her cheek.

“I know,” she sighs again.

“I did not hurt you?”

“No! Not at all,” she rushes to reassure him.

“Would you like me to leave?” Estinien asks, gruff but cautious.

“No,” her hand lashes out, whip-quick, and latches onto his wrist. “Give me a moment, will you? I– I’ve not done this before, I don’t know the– etiquette.”

Estinien smiles, if that barest lift of his lips can be called that, but she can see the relief in it. Her chest warms at the sight - he’d thought they’d hurt her.

“Come here,” she tells Estinien, carelessly casting the towel aside. He moves slowly toward her, giving her plenty of space to pull away if she chose to. “I’m going to kiss you,” she says. “I’m going to kiss you because I want to. I’m going to kiss you because I want you to fuck me,” and she leans in, giving him time to back away if he so desired.

He doesn’t.

This kiss is soft, tender. Slow and hesitant and sweet, each taking the time to let the other get acquainted, get familiar, each better learning the shape and taste of the other. The embers of her earlier need slowly start to glow again, her skin warming with each brush of his lips against hers. Estinien shifts, curls his hand around the back of her neck, and angles her so he can deepen the kiss. She whimpers into his mouth, quiet, needy; behind her, Aymeric shuffles closer to her, trailing his fingers up and down her back, his touch soothing even as it inflames.

Alyzen lets her hands glide downwards, finally exploring the planes of his chest the way she’d wanted to. Estinien bears as many scars as she does, and she gently touches each one, silently acknowledging the ordeals he’s been through, ducking down to press a kiss to the bigger ones. He groans, capturing a hand and guiding it even lower; she takes the hint and wraps her fingers around his cock, giving him a slow, experimental stroke, gratified by the sharp gasp he makes.

Aymeric and Estinien exchange a look over her head; she doesn’t understand the unspoken communication, but the next moment Aymeric is flat on his back and Estinien drags and drapes her over his chest. Still confused, she stares down at Aymeric’s face, a puzzled frown on her face. “Sit on my face,” he says in a low voice that drips with sin, and Aly flushes bright red but does as he asks, her cunt hovering over him until he grips her thighs and yanks her down. At the first touch of his tongue against her slit she whimpers, falling forward onto Estininen, one hand gripping the dragoon’s shoulder for support. Estinien grins at her, his eyes glinting wickedly; he leans in and she thinks he’s going to kiss her, but instead all he does is whisper, “A fine throne you have, ma belle,” just as Aymeric flicks his tongue against her clit, and whatever retort she’d had melts into a strangled, choked moan.

She has her revenge when she curls her hand around his length, her thumb swiping over the moisture gathered at the tip and spreading it down. He kisses her when she starts to stroke him, his moan pressed against her tongue, bucking into her grip when she lightly squeezes.

It’s all she can do to maintain any semblance of rhythm, especially when Aymeric is systematically taking her apart; his tongue, silvered as it is in matters of diplomacy, is practically a weapon of pleasure as it laps at her. Heat fills her veins, lightning sparks down her nerves, and she can’t help but grind her hips against his face. All too quickly - perhapy alarmingly so - she’s close to her peak, and she gasps out a stuttered, “Wait,” as she tugs on Aymeric’s hair to get him to stop.

He halts instantly, looking up at her with a crease between his brows. “I’m close,” she explains, forestalling his concern, trying to get her weak, shaky knees to cooperate with her as she climbs off him. Aymeric understands, rolling away from her as she settles onto her back, one leg hooked around Estinien’s waist.

Estinien doesn’t waste any time, taking his cock and sliding it through her slick, coating himself liberally before pressing the tip against her entrance. He lets out a low moan as he slides in slowly, his eyes trained on her face, watching for any signs of discomfort. He stills when he hilts himself fully, waiting for her to adjust, until she grows impatient. “Move,” she demands, rocking against him. He does, setting a pace that’s hard and rough, just as she wants it, and then Aymeric’s mouth is on her breast, his fingers strumming across her clit and Aly cries out, toes curling into the sheets, the layered pleasure taking her past the peak she’d expected into something higher.

“Let go,” Aymeric murmurs into her ear, placing a soft kiss to her cheek; his fingers sharpen their torment, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves the way he knows will break her, and she does - she falls into her climax so intensely she nearly shrieks, her eyes opening just in time to catch Estinien’s blissed-out grimace as he reaches his own end.

Exhausted, her body little better than a puddle of bones, she’s content to lie where she is and catch her breath, only twitching as someone - she doesn’t even bother to see who - cleans her up. Aymeric’s scent, noticeable even through the heavy haze of sex, meets her nose a second before his warm body presses up to her side.

“All right?” he asks as he pulls a soft woolen blanket over her, and she cracks open an eye to give him a tired, but satisfied, smile. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

The rustle of cloth catches her attention, however, and she lifts herself up on her elbows to find Estinien pulling on his pants. “What are you doing?” she asks, something knotting uncomfortable in her chest.

“I’m getting dressed,” he remarks. “It would not do for me to stay.”

That knot grows bigger. “Don’t,” she says quietly.

He stills and looks at her, something unreadable in that slate gaze.

“Stay,” It takes every onze of her strength, but she manages to push the word out. “Please.” It comes out so quiet it barely reaches her own ears.

“Are you certain?” Estinien frowns, but his breeches still remain untied. “Were someone to hear of this, it would reflect poorly on the both of you.”

Alyzen tips her gaze away, unsure what to say. She’s been called worse things, but she would never risk Aymeric’s reputation. Any yet, she wants Estinien to stay, to have the comfort of both their presences close as she slumbered. She doesn’t know when she’ll have another chance, given her upcoming journey to the Dravanian hinterlands. She wants the comfort of touch, especially after… this. Estinien leaving, so casually, so carelessly, makes her feel a touch… used.

But she doesn’t want to cause Aymeric a scandal. Ishgard has too great a need for him, whether they know it or not. His image is more important than her petty desires…

“She wants you to stay, Estinien. Surely you cannot mean to deny her? It is a simple enough request.”

Startled, she catches a similar look on the dragoon’s features before her gaze lands on Aymeric. He looks perfectly placid, his features calm and untroubled, a small smile on his mouth.

“But–”

“No one will know of this, and if they do, well. It would merely be yet another rumor among the dozen or so that relate to my ‘escapades’. You know as well as I do how the nobles talk, Estinien.”

“I don’t know, ‘Meric. Maybe he’s right,” she says, gnawing on her lip. “It’s a risk, staying here. I don’t– there’s too much at stake. I should also go.” She moves to climb out of the bed, but Aymeric’s hand latches onto her forearm and brings her to a halt.

“Should it not be my choice to decide whether or not this is a risk I wish to gamble on? I know full well what the hazards are, and still I want you to stay. Please, Aly.” He look over to Estinien. “You too, Estinien. Stay the night. It would be inconceivably rude to–”

“Dramamongers, the both of you,” Estinien interrupts. “Far be it for me to keep you from your flowery speeches, Aymeric, but I’m in no mood for them. There’s still a blizzard outside–”

“You were the one who wanted to leave,” Aly narrows her eyes, her indignation rolling off her in waves.

“Aye, and seeing as I’ve no wish to wander out into the cold, I’ll be staying,” He makes his way to her side of the bed, and nudges her shoulder with his hip. “Move over.”

She rolls her eyes, but shifts to give him space. Estinien climbs in next to her, lying flat on his back, doing his best impression of a wooden plank. Alyzen stares at him incredulously, wondering for a moment just why she’d wanted him to stay as she lets Aymeric coax her back down. She’s not a cuddler - not usually - but it feels nice to rest her head on his shoulder, so she does. Her eyes drift shut to the sounds of their breathing, interspersed with the soft crackle of the fireplace, but it isn’t until she feels Estinien press up against her back that she’s able to fully relax.

“Go to sleep,” he grumbles, placing a foot atop hers.

“I would, if you stop talking,” she mutters against Aymeric’s neck.

Aymeric sighs and kisses the top of her head. “Sleep, cherie,” he says.

There’s something very, very soft in her chest, and it winds, like satin ribbons, around her ribs, soothes the snarls in her heart. Here, now, In this moment, she is warm. Held.

She is safe.

For the first time in months, Alyzen has no nightmares.

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tswaney17 · 6 months

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Accidental Chemistry - Part 2: Life Changes

Am I back? Is this my return? God's I hope so. Life is finally starting to settle a bit and I've been feeling a touch more creative than in months past. I'm hoping to finally kick this creative funk soon. But until then, please enjoy this update. 💗

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Trigger warnings: language, some dark thoughts

Word Count: 4,433

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It had been just over a week since Elain moved into Azriel’s house. They were figuring things out, how to work around each other, planning dinners, and of course, Ollie’s schedule.

Her little boy was still trying to adjust to his new home and he was very much making them aware of his displeasure. His sleep schedule was in the tank, waking up at godly hours for any and every reason. It took Elain two hours that morning to calm him down when his little lungs started screaming just before five.

She couldn’t even count the number of times she’d apologized to Azriel for all the crying, but he seemed to take it in stride, waving off her worries.

“He’s a baby, Elain. He’s going to cry, it’s fine.”

There was no real way to show him her gratitude for it, but she hoped he saw it.

But she pushed her concerns aside, needing to focus on her task for the day.

Getting a job.

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snickerzanddoodlez · 6 months

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Finally Doing one of These!

ABOUT ME

NAME: SnickerDoodlez / SnickerzandDoodlez / Snickernova Doodlez

Nickname: Any variation of this! Snicky, Snicker, Doodlez, Snickerz, SnickyD…

Main Social: https://youtube.com/@snickerdoodlez9210?si=ZXtyZJl8kPCLS8iB

She/Her; Straight; Minor

Hobbies/Skills: Drawing, Animating, Coding (learning), Writing

Language: English, American Sign Language (learning)

Neurodivergencies: OCD, ADHD, Major Depressive Disorder, maybe Autistic

Random Facts:

-I’m a theatre kid!

-I love horror / disturbing things, maybe a little too much

-I grew up on the Warriors fandom, and that’s an angsty angsty burden I’ll carry into every fandom I join

-I’m the director of Wordgirl Rewired!

-I’m a Christian, but don’t let that scare you off- I’m just here to have fun & spread positive vibes! *sticks a golden star sticker to your forehead* And I’m a huge horror fan…and fantasy fan….and I draw a lot of gore….Christians stop gatekeeping creativity (impossible? Not clickbait? Don’t try at 3:AM???)

Oh, and Friendly reminder to my fellow Christians that if you’re cursing someone out for doing or believing or BEING something you don’t agree with, you’re literally doing the opposite of what Jesus did….and I think you’ve got a might big plank in your eye that ya need to take out ;)

Sona:

~READ MORE FOR WAY TOO MUCH INFO~

Favorite Movies:

Fantastic Mr. Fox

Live-Action Beauty and the Beast

Princess and The Frog

Secondhand Lions

Lilo and Stitch

Stranger Than Fiction

Into The Woods

Isle of Dogs

The Greatest Showman

Les Miserablés

Padak

The Rise of Miss Power

Coraline

School of Rock

Favorite Musicals:

Beetlejuice

Phantom of the Opera

Into The Woods

Les Miserablés

Heathers

Guys and Dolls

Favorite Color:

Magenta

Favorite Show:

Spy x Family

Wordgirl

Gravity Falls

DuckTales 2017

Camp Camp

Bojack Horseman

Parks and Recreation

Favorite Song:

House of Memories (Panic! At the Disco)

As the World Caves In (Matt Maltese)

Please Never Fall in Love Again (Ollie MN)

Karma (AJR)

Red Flags (Tom Cardy)

Lost One’s Weeping (Neru)

Cupid (Jack Stauber)

Goodbye to a World (Porter Robinson)

Sweet Rosalie (American Murder Songs)

No Children (The Mountain Goats)

The Haunted Phonograph (ThouShaltNot)

Puff The Magic Dragon (Peter, Paul & Mary)

The Ballad of Billy The Kid (Billy Joel)

Stranded Lullaby (Miracle Musical)

Business Man (Tom Cardy)

Favorite Song Artist:

The Stupendium

They Might Be Giants

The Mountain Goats

Jack Stauber

Lemon Demon

Evelyn Evelyn

Tally Hall

American Murder Songs

Mother Mother

Kaden McKay

Favorite Book:

Crookedstar’s Promise

School for Good and Evil

Warrior Cats (Arc 1)

The Bunker Diaries

Prisoner of Azkaban

Survivor Dogs

Favorite Food:

French Fries

Croutons

Goldfish

Kanelope

Favorite Game:

A Hat in Time

The Henry Stickmin Collection

Splatoon

Wolf Quest: Anniversary Addition

Don’t Starve Together

King’s Quest

The Witch’s House

Super Paper Mario

Cuphead

Undertale

Favorite Animal:

Tasmanian Devils

Rats

Kangaroos / Wallabies

Komodo Dragons

Dragons

Pigeons

MY BABY BOYS:

(Note: I am not defending any of these characters, and these are not fictional crushes. I just like skrunkly little fictional simps and gravitate towards the characters everyone hates)

Felix White (Henry Stickmin)

Tobey (Wordgirl)

Nuka (The Lion King 2)

Whisper (Survivors)

Spike (My Little Pony)

Spike (Friendship Is Witchcraft)

Minetta (My Hero Acedamia)

Hort (School For Good and Evil)

Sheldon (Splatoon)

Lefou (Beauty and The Beast)

Tammy (Tammy)

Plankton (Spongebob)

Zach (Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt)

One-Eyed Wally (Amphibia)

Emmet (Legally Blonde)

Dr. Hare (Poptropica)

Todd (Bojack Horseman)

Muck (Bob the Builder)

Octavio (Splatoon)

Pokétwo (Discord)

Tom (Parks and Recreation)

Rumplestiltskin (Shrek 4)

Squid (Wings of Fire)

Darkheart (Care Bears II: The Next Generation)

Zach Varmitech (Wild Kratts)

Garry (Ib)

Bartok (Anastasia)

David (Camp Camp)

Varian (Tangled the Series)

Frankie (Spy x Family)

Mayor Humdinger (Paw Patrol: Movies)

Mortimer Freeze (Cuphead: The Delicious Last Course)

Wally Warbles (Cuphead)

The Peas (VeggieTales)

Chameleon (Wings of Fire)

Jax (The Amazing Digital Circus)

Wilson (Don’t Starve)

Mad Dummy (Undertale)

Napstablook (UnderTale)

Toad (Mario)

Flick (Animal Crossing: New Horizons)

Ares (Percy Jackson)

Louie (DuckTales)

Gyro Gearloose (DuckTales)

Sirius Black (Harry Potter)

Hawt Sauce (Chikn Nuggit)

Swiftpaw (Warrior Cats)

#intro #about me #SnickerDoodlez

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Hihihi!! Your ocs are hella cute (absolutely adore their designs and ur art style!!), and I see ur open to questions abt ur aus so 👀👀👀

Tell me abt your ocs and the AUs they're apart of :0? Ik ur prev posts have some stuff abt them, so tell some stuff that ya haven't said yet :D

Ik that's not rlly a question but hey, a prompt to dump more info abt ur little lads either way XD

thank you so much! 😊💜

trying to figure about which of my ocs to talk about is so hard for some reason lol

these are my Hamato teens for the Fate of the Flowers au! during the main storyline (which would line up with the start of the canon series) Blossom is 12, Valentine is 14, Artemisia is 16, Charlotte is 13, and Moxie is 19!

⚠️CW: mentions of some sibling angst, and underage drug use (weed)

🌸 Blossom 🌸

a lot of her quirks and personality traits are based off of me when i was a kid! i actually didn’t plan on that at first, but i’m starting to lean into it more.

she definitely was obsessed with Warrior Cats at some point, her and Mikey drew pictures of everyone’s catsona.

while Raph is her favorite sibling, Donnie is definitely a very close second. before AND after he made her translation necklace. she enjoys listening to him talk and ramble about the things he makes.

she loves plants! she has a lot in her room that are all fake tho 🥺 (Moxie allows her to fill their house with plants since she can’t have real ones)

💕 Valentine 💕

she’s practically another Leo: goofy, unserious, and has the most godawful humor ever. her and Leo laugh at each others jokes all the time, everyone else hates it.

a true fashionista, loves all kinds of clothes and styles! she loves dressing up and even dressing her siblings up, her favorite model is Mikey because he enjoys dressing up as well and is very carefree when it comes to most styles.

Val is not a quiet person, she’s loud and obnoxious and isn’t afraid to speak what’s on her mind. so if she is quiet? one of two things is going on: 1.) someone is getting the stare down of a life time, i’m talking could-bury-you-six-feet-down type of glare. or 2.) she’s really REALLY sad. it doesn’t happen often, but there are sometimes where she’s just unexplainably sad.

lovingly bites her siblings 💕 nothing weird or too hard, but she just… NEEDS to chew on something. usually it’s Raph that lets her nom on his arm like a chew toy bc he has the toughest skin, but sometimes Temi allows it. (Donnie tried making a chew stim toy for her but she ended up shredding it after a day)

🦉 Artemisia 🦉

Temi is cool, calm, and collected. it takes a lot to startle or faze her in anyway. think of past variations of Leo.

i chose silver as her color bc i read that silver is one of the colors that the goddess Artemis likes! which is also why her marks look like moons.

she spends most of her time meditating, mainly for practice but also bc that’s how she gets her visions! it’s important that she has a vision every other week otherwise she’ll start getting migraines and even bouts of vertigo.

like Donnie, she doesn’t enjoy physical touch. most of the time it makes her skin feel like it’s burning but occasionally she’ll get really cuddly and everybody takes advantage of this time to get as much physical touch in as possible. (sometimes she feels really bad about it, but everyone assured her that there’s nothing wrong with it)

🦈 Charlotte 🦈

when given the choice to pick out her own mask color, she wasn’t sure which one to pick because she didn’t exactly have a favorite color. she ended up choosing a dark red because it reminds her of Raph and she always wants to remember what he did for her.

Raph picked out her name, she didn’t exactly have one beforehand so everyone was trying to think of a suitable name for her and he came up with Charlotte because it means “free man”. it ended up making her cry tears of joy.

she’s actually quite shy at first and extremely unsure of herself, it makes her frustrated because she feels like she was robbed of a childhood with her siblings and watching them interact makes it worse. (she knows it’s not their fault, but it doesn’t make it any less painful)

she does not get along with Mikey, plain and simple. she doesn’t hate him or anything like that, but he does help out Draxum to get his life together and it makes her… mildly uncomfortable (and slightly annoyed, but she won’t ever tell anyone that). you know that episode where they all come over with the promise of having dinner with April’s mom but it’s actually Draxum? yeah, she was there for that. she took one look at his face and left immediately, even after Mikey asked her to stay. it was too painful.

👾 Moxie 👾

they are a grumpy, angsty bitch. honestly comes across as really harsh and mean to everyone but the turtles (they’ve all dealt with Donnie their whole lives, they aren’t deterred)

their birth mother is actually a bakeneko yokai who met Lou Jitsu while she was working for Big Mama, making them half yokai. (i’m actually planning on writing something on how this gets revealed and who exactly her mom is)

despite acting like they don’t like the turtles, each of them are welcome in their house at any hour. they truly care about them a lot but would rather eat hot iron nails than admit that <3

80% of the time, they are high as shit. the only time they aren’t is when they’re working (ie. streaming, hacker tasks, situations that need their upmost focus) or if they head over to the lair. they surprisingly don’t want the turtles to know about their weed usage.

#asks #tmnt #rottmnt #tmnt oc #rottmnt oc #tmnt au #rottmnt au #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt

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Too impatient to actually wait for anyone to send me asks for the warriors ask game plus I already typed it all out anyway soooo

👴 : fav elder?

It’s such a hard tie between Littlebird and Silverflame (yeah Yellowfang’s Secret was my favorite book as a child, how could you tell)… Silverflame and Yellowkit had such a sweet relationship (well, as long as it lasted, it was sweet). And I really appreciated Littlebird and Yellowfang’s interactions, too. Their friendship was also very sweet. I still remember that one scene where (sometime after Brokenkit shows up) Littlebird is like 🥺 you saying you dont have time for your old friends? for me? 🥺🥺🥺? Plus her comforting Yellowpaw after Silverflame's sudden passing.

On a related note, went to check their wikis and was absolutely blindsided that Littlebird is ginger. I always imagined her as pure white..

❓️ : fav total background character (im not talking minor characters like say. whitewing or moonlight, i mean cats with like…3 lines tops)

For the longest time my answer to this was Amberleaf. And honestly it still is. She’s Nutwhisker’s mentor in Yellowfang’s Secret, and she’s specifically noted to be especially strict, so it’s kind of like a “damnn you got stuck with the mean teacher” moment, but then she tells Nutwhisker something like “I will make you the best warrior you can be” so it’s like Ohhh she’s not 2dimensionally mean, she probably just has her own way of showing kindness and does actually value her charges 😭

📖 : fav comic page from any of the mangas and why

That one scene in Nighstar’s manga where him and Runningnose are travelling either to or from the Highstones, and they’re talking about how ShadowClan needs a strong leader. And the shadows of the trees cut across the orange field like tiger stripes. FORESHADOWING.

👶 : how old were you when you first touched a warriors book? howd it happen

Probaby like 7???? I don’t know the exact context leading up to this but I was at a friend’s house and somehow made contact with their Graystripe manga (specifically vol 2). They let me take it home to read, later they also did this with the 3rd Graystripe manga and Yellowfang’s Secret (eventually returned ofc). Fun fact I didn’t realize Silverstream was dead cause I didn’t know who she was aside from “Graystripe’s old girlfriend”, I vividly remember playing out a scenario of Graystripe and Millie returning to the forest and meeting Silverstream, using the three LPS I owned (one of which was actually given to me by the same friend… I still have her btw and her name is still Millie). Unfortunately quite literally 0 people at my school read Warriors (or if they did, they didn’t tell me) so I was alone in being a Warriors enjoyer </3

💢 : what scene made you the most irrationally angry upon first reading

The first thing that comes to mind honestly is Nightheart’s first couple of chapters in River, like the way the narrative bends to make him right. It was kinda infuriating. I can’t really remember anything else that made me actually upset though.

💧 : how many times have you cried over this wretched book series? any favorite memories

0 times, I have cried over media maybe thrice in my life. I don’t think I’ve really even teared up over anything happening in the books (tearing up is a little more common for me than actually crying). I don’t really feel much strong emotion tbh.

💋 : is there any ships out there you absolutely hate for genuinely no good reason at all. like its not problematic in the slightest, if anything it's one of the better ones, you just cannot bring yourself to enjoy it

Squirrelcrow… I don’t see the appeal at all. Idk that I’d call it “one of the better ones” or “unproblematic”, mostly cause it’s been literally almost a decade since I’ve read TNP so I don’t really remember much of how their dynamic was (or how it could have gone). I just super do not like Crowfeather and I can’t really see what sort of chemistry Squilf would have with him.

Bristleroot doesn’t exactly inspire rage in me but it does leave me deeply confused and a little unsettled. Like I guess it’s fine but genuinely when Bristlefrost “confessed” back to Rootspirit I thoughht she was lying to him, either for some sort of advantage re:the impostor or to spare his feelings somehow. It felt extremely forced. Sunbeam/Nightheart gives me similar feelings, maybe to a slightly lower degree because at the very least their interactions were mostly positive before Nightheart dropped everything to try and score a marriage visa out of her. Which was still pretty weird so it’s not like it’s better by much.

🐾 : have you ever named a cat after a warriors character OR given a cat a warriors styled name? if so, tell us the story

No but I gave my DOG a warrior name!! I had a mini ceremony for her and everything. I think her name was like Blackwhisker or something (Black- cause her fur was black, -whisker because I thought of her name on the spot and her whiskers were the first thing I noticed).

1️⃣ : was warriors your first animal based fantasy series? if not, what series was?

If it counts, I watched My Little Pony before I read Warriors. In terms of books I don’t really think so? Most of The Before Times is kinda blurry for me, and obviously there wasn’t anything that made as much of an impact as Warriors did.

👑 : when roleplaying (if you ever have roleplayed warrior cats), did you used to power play? be honest.

Nope, actually if anything I think I kinda underperformed… I was really socially anxious and would get so sick to my stomach even typing stuff out cause I thought somehow I would accidentally say something that would make everybody instantly hate me somehow. But on the forum I was on I needed to post at least once every 2 weeks to be considered active, and I loved it there too much to just leave. So on the RP threads, in the few times I posted, I had my character just sleep most of the time, with the idea that someone would wake her up (thus inviting me into the RP and making it okay for me to speak). This did not work out 90% of the time but that’s okay 👍

I did used to do Roblox RP on the Mandaka server though!! The thing about most Warriors RP servers at the time (especially Mandaka’s) is that there was no system determining who goes to what clan, so usually what would happen is 1 or 2 clans had like a million people and the rest had 3 or less. Not really a powerplay but I felt so fucking powerful the one time I singlehandedly restored ShadowClan from a 0 player clan (me being the first cat) to the most populated clan on the server that day. I reigned supreme as Creamstar and then Dawnstar (Creamstar’s deputy ended up having to leave for lunch or something). Considering Creamstar was murdered against the rules of the servers (wasn’t supposed to use claws, no random murders, yet was killed by a random ThunderClan patrol), I took it pretty gracefully I think. Though I did crush some kid’s dreams because they showed up acting as leader, and when I told them I was already leader they were pissed at me and told me it was their birthday so they should get to be leader. I think I just told them it was my birthday too (lie) and at some point they gave up and left. Keep in mind I was like 10 when this happened ^_^;

🗺 : first map you ever watched?

To be honest I don’t actually know… it’s probably not the first one I ever saw, but We All Still Die (hosted by WhiskerMoon) sticks out in my memory as being one of my early favorites.

🖼 : first amv/pmv you ever watched?

Either Blackstar’s Too White and Nerdy by Mama Tad or Brokenstar Has Bad Blood by Urnam7. (Fun fact… I got in trouble at my elementary school after-school care program for asking the teachers to play White and Nerdy cause it was ‘offensive’/‘inappropriate’…. I was like 7 I had no clue 😭) (Better fun fact, this was how I was introduced to Creature Feature).

🖌 : when did you make your first warriors oc? (if you say you've never had OCs, i dont believe you)

Maybe sometime between 6 months to 1 year of having read the books? Her name was Marigoldstar/Marigoldpelt (named after Yellowfang’s dead sister). I was salty that the clans left the forest (as a child I was very change-averse), so in my story, after the clans vacated the forest, twolegs somehow accidentally introduced some sort of nuclear goo that mutated the flowers in one specific area (probably former-ShadowClan knowing me) to be like 12 feet tall. Either before or after the goo incident did the twolegs decide to stop demolishing the forest, clean it up, and designate it as a nature preserve or something. Cats re-inhabit the forest and set up 3 clans, one of which was FlowerClan (because they lived in the mutated flower zone). Neither of the other clans got cool mutated goo based territories :(

Marigoldstar lived in FlowerClan, she had a sister named Daisy(something, I forget the suffix). Her mate was named Blazingfire, he was basically just a trophy husband. She had 5 kids, one for every mostly-solid color of cat that I could think of. The only ones I remember are Stormeye (her gray daughter that was born missing one eye), and Wolfheart/star (black and white daughter). Her dad, Wildstar, was the leader before her, and actually the subject of my first ever fanfic (I wanted to write the prequel first before the ‘actual’ story, but the thing is nothing really happens to Wildstar aside from the fact that he’s a pushover and his mom’s ex disliked him… as did his mom’s ex’s son but then he chills out). Literally in chapter 1 of his fic, some StarClan cat tells him (when he’s a new apprentice) that some day he’ll be a dad and that’s important, only FFN had this weird glitch where if you didn’t add spaces between periods it would delete entire chunks of your text, and because I didn’t know to do this (10 years old) the chapters were nigh-incomprehensible. The fic is gone but I found an archived version of it, which I still have saved.

It’s funny cause Marigoldstar never really had a defined story either. Her sister dies in an ambush to give her angst points, and then she becomes leader. I couldn’t decide if I wanted her eyes to be blue (goes well with her golden coat) or gold (matches her gold coat). I ended up deciding that her eyes were formerly blue but then turned gold after she got her 9 lives. It’s funny cause I actually really disliked blue eyes as a child but w/e ¯_(ツ)_/¯

📝 : if commanded to, without warning, approximately how many paragraphs could you write about your favorite warrior cat before you ran out of things to say

See this is difficult for me because I couldn’t tell you who is my #1 most favorite of all time off the top of my head, but most recently I wrote like 12 paragraphs (maybe a little less?) about Bluestar (see: AMVs)

💔 : have you ever lost friends over warriors related topics?

Nope, this implies that 1. more than 3 people I knew across my entire (irl) life read warriors, and 2. that they disagreed with my opinions.

🌈 : what's the most 2010s wcforum era esque fandom opinion you still hold onto and will fight people over (things like scourges collar color, dovewings eye color, etc)

I don’t think I have any in that vein… in terms of character appearance headcanons I am a firm believer in colorpoint Hawk and Moth (and Tigerstar clone Tadpole) but 100% that is absolutely not a wcforum opinion because it contradicts canon too blatantly lmao.

🆕️ : are you still up to date / reading the new books? if not, when did you stop?

Still up to date, actually I’ve just started book 4 of A Starless Clan. I put it off for a while because for some reason I had such a hard time sitting down and reading 3 and 4 through with my very legally acquired PDFs, and it did not really help that Nightheart is a main character. (He’s marginally more bearable in book 3 but, you know, I didn’t know that).

📱 : were you ever on warriors amino? (if you were, i'm terribly sorry)

Nope, the most involved I ever was in the fandom was on FFN forums (iykyk)

🏠 : about how much do your family know about warrior cats, if anything?

Once I spent like an hour describing the basic lore and entire events of the first series to my dad, like to the point that my throat was sore. He was actively listening and seemed happy to do so, but this was like 2 years ago so I doubt that he remembers anything about it tbh. The only thing my family really knows about warriors is that it’s about cats and I read it.

🎶 : give me a song you're surprised you haven't seen turned into a warriors pmv yet - and what character(s) you imagine it to

Ohhhh so many songs. Some of these are purely based on my own personal readings of the relevant songs + characters so it’s a bit more understandable, but ONE exception (that I’m actually hoping to make into a pmv myself) is just so obvious I’d have to make it its own post. Which I will, you’ll know it when you see it. Brief list of the songs though:

Community Gardens - The Scary Jokes ——> Mapleshade. Literally every time I hear this song all I can see in my head is Mapleshade. Opens (and closes) with her spirit taking notice of Crookedkit/Stormkit and deciding to manipulate him for her own gain. Everything in between is basically the events of Mapleshade’s Revenge; she thinks she’s safe from the eventual wrath of her clan because obviously she’s doing this for them, they need this, StarClan would never punish her or her kits because that’s just not an option in her mind. So it obviously comes as quite the shock when it really does happen (“the culmination of man’s mistakes came the day the sun ran so hot, it turned the desert to glass”), culminating in her revenge plans (“if there’s something to be learned from these losers… it’s that the price that you pay for arrogance and a false of immunity is to face the wrath of the dying star”). That line in my head applies both to Mapleshade ‘punishing’ those who did her wrong (the dying star—> cat no longer accepted into StarClan, arrogance/false sense of immunity—> the cats who tossed her aside think they don’t have to deal with the consequences of such an action), as well as StarClan’s ‘punishment’ of Mapleshade (who falsely believed that StarClan had her back). I say punishment for lack of a better word.

Cody’s Theme - AJJ ——> Lionblaze This one I get a little more why it’s not an actual AMV but god I want it to be so bad. Genuinely I don’t remember if Lionblaze being, like, unable to restrain his aggression/battle-hunger was only partially canon or fully fanon, but regardless I think this AMV would objectively fuck so hard. I had this epiphany reading this really excellent Warriors fic by Hissing Willow, their Po3 AU (link here). Wherein this song basically describes Lionpaw to a T. Several specific lines remind me of moments in the fic (“I set the mommy on fire, I set the baby on fire, not even Jesus could stop me” —> one part where he’s terrified that he’ll lose control and accidentally hurt or kill Ferncloud and her kits, despite obviously caring deeply for them; Spottedleaf in a StarClan dream, iirc, holds some mild disdain for him, though it’s possibly for [spoiler] reasons.) Anyway I think this could even work as an AMV based on the canon books. I always imagine the guitar instrumental moment (forgetting the word rn) in this song as the moment where he kills Russetfur, where he’s overcome with that aggression, and then once it actually happens he just kind of sits there in shock at what he’s done. (in the aforementioned fic there’s another moment that fits so perfectly with this but, again, spoiler for the fic… go read it right nowww)

Lullaby for the Taken - Kimya Dawson ——> Bluestar This is the one I need to make a separate post on because I have actually written out an entire, line by line analysis on how perfectly this song fits Bluestar. In fact it astounds me that this hasn’t been made so much so that I’ve been actively planning out a PMV for it. Which will take a million years but like I’ve done it before I’ll do it again. Anyway, in the 10 minutes it takes me to edit my analysis and outline for posting, go listen to Lullaby for the Taken, and then go read Bluestar’s Prophecy, and bask in how right I am about this.

🎥 : fav warriors related youtuber?

I don’t really watch any specific youtubers aside from maybe Moonkitti on occasion

❎️ : what's the weirdest crossover au involving warrior cats that you've made? (if you haven't made any, then what's the weirdest one you've seen?)

I don’t know about weirdest per say but the whiplash I experienced from finally finishing Worm to finding a Warriors AU not three days later was definitelly something. My personal AUs tend to be less “what would these characters be like in a clan” and more “what would these characters’ OC’s be like”. I just know that Boruto has the most edgy BloodClan “Scourge is my dad” OC and gets kicked for powerplaying and having “unrealistic names” on various Roblox RP servers.

🗳 : if you could make any cat leader of any clan right now, who would you pick?

I haven’t gotten past the first few chapters of Thunder yet but I think - and this has to be extremely sudden, right this moment, no time skips or anything - I think it would be extremely funny for Frostpaw to suddenly become Froststar. No warrior name or anything, just straight from apprentice to leader. Word of StarClan. RiverClan collectively in their dreams all receive the same omen/order from StarClan that Frostpaw is their new leader and can she please come and get her nine lives right now, thank you. Everyone is in a panic looking for where she could have possibly gone. Everyone in the conspiracy is carefully weighing the benefits of either assassainating her again or trying to turn her into a puppet leader, and neither of these options seem very likely.

🌟 : would you hypothetically go to starclan or the dark forest?

Hmmmm. See this kind of depends. I haven’t read Squirrelflight’s Hope so I don’t really have a solid idea of how the judgement process works (like how cats are chosen, specific rules if any, etc). Before that book dropped I always kinda interpreted StarClan as being more interested in if you followed the code, if not in spirit then in wording, as opposed to morality. Maybe also the potential of redeemability. Though biases seem to get in the way of this judgement (I’ll literally never forget the retcon that the site did for Ashfur’s judgement, saying that maybe Yellowfang’s judgement was influenced by the unhealthy relationship SHE was in, having distorted her own views of what’s ‘acceptable’ in terms of love… I’m definitely stretching the quote here but I literally don’t care). Anyway since I’m not technically a clan cat I’d probably go to wherever rogues go. HOWEVER, as a child, I REALLY did not like it when cats broke the code, because bro it’s literally so easy, I would give anything to be a clan cat like you and yet you’re throwing it away… Anyway on that basis, if I was a clan cat I would probably go to StarClan for following the code.

🤔 : what's the biggest series plothole that's bugged you?

Literally everything about Nightheart, again the whole narrative bending to making him objectively correct about everything. I swear to god in TBC Sparkpelt didn’t even neglect her kits, when she was with them I’m like 90% sure she was mentioned as actively trying to be there for them while recovering from PPD, after the initial "fuuuck everything is going so wrong for me rn".

But before that, it was the timeline inconsistencies between Tallstar’s Revenge and Yellowfang’s Secret. I couldn’t tell you what they were now, since I only ever read Tallstar’s Revenge once, but being a lifelong Yellowfang’s Secret scholar I 100% noticed some timeline inconsistencies that made the order of events in each book with respect to each other very unclear. It bugged me to no end. Being biased towards Yellowfang I preferred the version of events in YS, but knowing those inconsistencies even existed bugged me so bad.

😱 : how many people have you blocked over innocuous, not at all important warriors related takes?

Oh probably at least a few, but I don’t remember any in particular. Nightcloud haters are definitely on my blocklist.

☯️ : what dynamic between two cats has got you up at night pacing for hours? (romantic, platonic, familial, etc)

As someone who paces my house nightly regardless, the most recent Warriors character I thought of while pacing was literally every relationship Bluestar has ever been in (not specifically romantic, though idk that I’d call what she had with Oakheart anything more than a fling). Again, see my AMV section.

🌫 : what's a cat you genuinely forgot existed until recently?

Not gonna lie, pretty much every background character in the new books… Even the ones that got their time in the limelight, like Flipclaw, really only come to me if I reach deep down in my ‘Warrior Cats Current Allegiances Bin’ located deep in my brain. Literally as I write this I just remembered Cinderheart and Lionblaze had kits. Multiple of them in fact.

#low pitched finite woofing #warrior cats

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