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loveyazy · 25 days
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wanna post my theory before Elain's book is here
I know people say Feysand is Hades x Persephone, but NO. Wrong. They're Beauty and the Beast as well. Rhys is literally described as having a beast mode/version/side. People are scared of him. He's misunderstood, etc. And because these are retellings, some things are changed. Like for instance, Rhys teaches HER to read, the way Belle taught the Beast to read in the Disney version (I can't recall if they do that in the original fairytale).
I think Tamlin x Feyre were the BatB fairytale retelling, and Feysand were more the Disney BatB retelling.
Hades kidnaps Persephone in the original story. Rhys tells her he wants her to come to the Night Court as part of her deal. You know who else makes a deal to stay with them? Belle and the Beast.
And yes, Rhys takes her away from Tamlin, but that's literally the only similarity to Hades x Persephone they have. Feyre was never spring-like to be Persephone, but who is?
ELAIN.
Elain is actually going to be the Persephone retelling. She is SPRING and where is she? In the Night Court, aka The Underworld, and ope, who is the male she likes? Azriel. Hades kidnaps Persephone and makes a deal to keep her in the Underworld. I don't think Az is obviously going to "kidnap" Elain, he doesn't need to, but I do think some sort of deal will be made, finally ending any sort of tie of her to Lucien and breaking the mating bond (because let's be honest, everyone and their mate getting together is boring af and is honestly why I'm kinda eh about all the mate reveals in her books now but I digress). Also Az's personality fits Hades much more than Rhys did. Hades has been written as a quiet, reserved introvert who likes to stay in the "shadowy darkness of his realm". Does that sound like Rhys or Az? I mean. It's right there, really.
Now the other retelling was Snow White and The Seven Dwarves, and other than a total crack explanation that Nesta went through several men before finding her prince, aka Cassian, (they did say her mother wanted a prince for her and Cassian was referred to as the Prince of Bastards so....?) it's hard for me to really place them as Snow White, but there wasn't another retelling in the first three.
People say oh three brothers, three sisters, so boring. And everyone and their mate getting together is what? Not boring? Not easy? I would LOVE for someone to finally break the mating bond and say yeah no, I don't want you.
Possibly hot take: Nessian would have been 100000000x better if they didn't turn out to be mates. The reveal at first was like WHAT. And then like five seconds later, I was like, "ope, wait. I hate this."
*spoilers up to cc2, all acotar, and tog 7 in the tags
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fiddles-ifs · 10 months
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To eat is a subjugation. It is also a prayer, and a theft. It is pressing your body against another Thing and feeling It and You become Them and Us. It is living and dying and a choice all things must make. After your companion passes on the arctic ice, you are faced with a choice: live, or die.
Written for Neo-Twiny Jam 2023, "If I Die, Consume Me" is a 499-word kinetic prose poem about cannibalism, lose-lose choices, and remembrance. 
CONTENT WARNINGS: cannibalism, death, unreality
Resources: BG by Adam Excell on Unsplash Font: Volkorn Link Font: Cinzel
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albatris · 5 months
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I just don't have the energy to do other social media sites. I got an audience here
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dameronalone · 21 days
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realizing a couple things this morning
a) if I didn't have a job I would be so bored and unstimulated I'd be like a tiger in a cage
b) full time job leaves me with no time to do anything else and I feel like an overworked draft horse from black beauty or something by the time i get home
c) in an ideal world, I could work a part time job at a coffee shop or restaurant most days of the week and it would pay me enough to survive and leave me with plenty of time to get stuff done that I need & want to have done
d) unfortunately i live in a hypercapitalistic society and people with part time food service jobs don't deserve a liveable wage so will this ever happen? no
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lovelyfoolish · 3 months
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dans mes yeux ça se voit
nat x f!detective (shivani gupta) / 1.4K / M
⇢ summary: natalie sewell fears nothing.
⇢ notes: happy holidays, @sunshineandviolets! i'm your match for @wayhavensecretsanta ♡ all of your detectives are beautifully constructed and would be a pleasure to write about, but i knew i wanted to write about shivani after i read about her love of bugs (adding to my insects and wayhaven canon? you love to see it) and desire for a fairytale romance. (and as a part-time woman in stem, i couldn't resist sneaking in some of my own interests with all the bug facts.)
i hope it's very cozy where you are and that you have a lovely holiday season and get to go on a nature walk with a pretty girl someday soon ♡
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set the mood
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In her memories, the sea glitters like a diamond, waves that wear white foam shrouds catching the light as they dance, rolling towards an unseen shore. She could never see the bottom. She never wanted to. 
For a moment, Nat tastes salt instead of the heady, smokey flavour of the Lapsang Souchong she drinks while Shivani eats her breakfast in the back of her throat. 
Then, iron. 
If she still thinks of the sea as a precious gem, even after all this time, even though she knows what it can do, then the lake that stretches out before them, placid and unmoving, so still it’s unnerving, must be glass, crawling towards the horizon. The treeline frames its edges, the mountains cast shadows over it, it reflects the grey of the winter morning sky like a mirror — 
In this light, the lake is a gleaming pearl at the centre of an oyster dulled by the dark of the ocean. 
They’ve come here before. A few times. She can map it in her mind. In a few minutes, they’ll pass a makeshift dock that Shivani once told her was crowded with reckless swimmers in the summer. There’s a fallen pine to the north, half-submerged and rising from the water like the rib of something ancient, right at the shore’s edge. Ribbons of smoke curl from the chimneys of the houses in the distance, mist rising off the surface of the water. It’s quiet, the only sound their footsteps on the path, and she is restless in a way that feels both unfamiliar and innate, swallowing down a feeling she has no name for. 
Not — déjà vu, exactly. Not melancholy. Something else. Something implacable, that feels like something trembling inside her chest, straining against her skin, what a chrysalis on the verge of metamorphosis must feel like.  
As she walks, her long strides shortened to match her girlfriend’s, Nat’s fingers brush against Shivani’s. They touch only momentarily, but it makes her stand straighter, exhaling softly. How many times did Shivani do this alone before she met her? How many times had she walked alone by the edge of the water before she met Shivani? 
“Nat.”
She turns towards the sound of her name, finding Shivani staring up at her, the sky reflected in her expression, the gold ring in her nose glinting. It makes Nat smile reflexively, her lips unfurling like a bow being untied as she reaches for her hand. Her fingers wrap around her wrist, a bracelet of adoration, before she hooks their smallest fingers together as though making a promise, stroking her palm with her thumb. She wants to touch her more, in a way that is rapidly becoming more impractical the further they get down the path, deeper into the trees.
Shivani’s skin, with its down of dark hair, is soft as velvet — it is treacherous to liken her human (so human, entirely human, much too human — and yet, she has chosen her) girlfriend to something inhuman, but with her dark eyes opened wide and that constant, unchanging air of caution, she thinks first of a doe. 
“Yes,” Nat says in answer, head tilted, fixated on her girlfriend, that smile she only smiles for Shivani on her lips again. 
“It’s a widow skimmer,” she says, the pitch of her voice betraying her excitement, and Nat follows the point of her gaze — a dragonfly is flitting down by the water, so fast she would have missed it if Shivani hadn’t spoken. “Libellula luctuosa. Male. You can tell by the white band on its midwings and its blue body. Can you see it? If it was a female it would have yellow stripes on its body instead of blue, and there wouldn’t be any white patches between its nodus and stigma, only black or brown.”
“It’s beautiful,” Nat says, “Should we get closer?”
Shivani shakes her head, laughing softly. “Nat, it’s hunting.” 
She arches her brow, and Shivani’s eyes light up. 
“Dragonflies are one of the most dangerous predators on Earth,” she continues, leaning closer to Nat as she watches the insect, side of her head against Nat’s bicep, making her heart flutter, not unlike the beat of the widow skimmer’s wings. Nat is flushing. She can feel her cheeks getting warmer. “If you’re their prey. They can catch other insects in midair and not have to land before consuming them. They feed while they fly. There’s been research that suggests they’re almost like humans — they can focus their attention like humans can, and that allows them to stalk their prey more accurately. Their efficiency is almost unparalleled. They’re remarkable.”
Prey. Such a simple, uninteresting word, over in a syllable, but she finds it repulsive nonetheless, spitting it out in her summations and reports. 
“It was funny, really, there were reports of places where frogs were experiencing extreme rates of missing or extra limbs, and there was no environmental factor that they could pinpoint, like improper chemical disposal. It turned out that dragonflies were preying on the frogs as tadpoles. Their bodies would sometimes grow an extra limb in response to losing one before they were grown. And then as frogs, they would get their vengeance by preying on the dragonflies. It’s cyclical.”
Vampires prey on humans.
Someone is holding her hand tightly, squeezing it gently. They’ve stopped walking. 
“You know — I read something about dragonflies recently that made me think of you, Nat.” 
When they met, it was Shivani’s voice she noticed first. (— Her eyes second. Her lips third.) It’s clear and with an elegant lilt to it, her tone higher when she speaks Gujarati, a voice that made Nat want to listen to her talking about anything, in any language. She finds herself listening to her as though her voice was music, able to hear her even from a distance, as though it was a rope thrown to her. When she hears her name, she knows. Shivani is reaching out for her. They’re close enough that Nat could stoop to kiss her, or sweep her off her feet and carry her home, or —
“A few years ago, researchers discovered that bacteria are not able to survive on a dragonfly’s wings. They’re what’s called “bactericidal”,” Shivani says, “Those wings — they look so delicate, but they might be the key to preventing infection and saving millions and millions of lives. It’s so simple, really. On their wings, there are these structures called nanopillars. They’re like — little spikes. They have different sizes and lengths, and they trap and tear apart bacteria on a microscopic level. It’s as though the bacteria land on a knife point. They can’t survive that. So you’ll never find a dragonfly with a wing infection.” 
Nat reminds herself to focus, gaze finding the dragonfly again, lulled by Shivani’s voice. Another has joined it, skimming the water. A blue body, white bands on its wings — another male. 
“And they’re trying to use that research to create nanopillar bandages. To prevent infections from open wounds. And — I thought you might find that interesting. That they’re dangerous hunters. But someday, in the future, they might be the reason why we have technology that can save someone like me. Or Verda. Or one of my students.”
When their eyes meet, Nat wants to collapse, overwhelmed by affection for her girlfriend. 
She doesn’t have to say it explicitly. She knows exactly what Shivani is telling her, and her heart is aching as she lets go of her hand and reaches out to stroke her face, holding her round cheeks between her palms, desperate to kiss her. 
“You’re right,” she murmurs, “I do find that interesting.”
“Nat,” Shivani says, “You know you can tell me when something is wrong, right? Whenever you want. I’ll listen. I want to help you. You’re my girlfriend. I want you to be happy.” 
“Don’t worry,” Nat says, lowering her head, wrapping her arms around her shoulders as Shivani rises on her toes, their lips finally meeting. The kiss is sweet — the taste of honey lingers in the corners of Shivani’s mouth — and smokey, the Lapsang Souchong she drinks on her girlfriend’s lips now. “I’m happy. I want to know everything you know. Will you teach me more about the insects here?”
“Well,” Shivani says, suddenly not meeting her eyes, “There is one other thing I know about widow skimmers.”
“Go on, darling,” Nat says, already amused, immediately certain of where the change in her attitude is leading.
“Widow skimmers — when they — when they mate — they form —” her voice is getting quieter. If Nat touched her face again, she knows her girlfriend’s cheeks would be blazing hot, “When they mate they form a heart.”
Nat gasps softly, first, and then she laughs.
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the opening line is courtesy of my aunt, who refers to the time of afternoon where the sun is low enough that the ocean starts to sparkle as "the diamond hour"! (the lake being a pearl is via my brain, though. i am delighted there is oyster art on my dash as i type this, i am taking it as a sign.)
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a male widow skimmer by photographer greg lasley! i don't know where your wayhaven is, and they're native to north america, but it was so beautiful and distinct i couldn't resist choosing it for shivani to spot. (in my mind the two males nat spots at the end are lovers. parallels!)
information on the relationship between dragonflies and frogs is from this journal article and this blog post, and information about dragonflies' hunting is from this nyt article.
what shivani says about dragonfly wings being antimicrobial is true! here's an article about their nanopillar structure.
subscribe for more dragonfly facts with cami and shivani :-)
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inkykeiji · 1 month
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i didn’t know you were into reading (outside of ff of course ☺️) do you have any recs with the kind of relationship dynamics you write about?? i really want some romance books like that 💖
of course i am!! <3 i love literature!! but if i’m being completely honest i mostly read 18th century lit HAHAHA ick that sounds so pretentious LMAO (/ω\) hmm the only rec i have for you is wuthering heights, because catherine and heathcliff’s relationship is definitely Something. you didn’t ask about films, BUT i love film with all my heart and i am going to recommend true romance if you’re looking for a relationship similar to the relationships i create in my writing! true romance is one of my favourite films ever and clarence + alabama’s relationship serves as huge inspiration for the ones i write! <3
other than that, i’ve heard that a bunch of the ‘dark romance’ genre books recommended on tiktok etc. have similar toxic relationships and scenarios to the ones i write! i haven’t ever read any of them, so i can’t give you titles or speak to how well they’re written, but you can always look into that genre and see if you can find a list of recs for it! i’m sure there’s tons floating around on google + social media! good luck anon <3
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marinsawakening · 1 year
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I often see posts nowadays by other queer people that start like 'there's so much representation these days so –' and then I start zoning out because I know whatever thoughts they have on queerness don't apply to me
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thatfoolsophie · 9 months
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hi i know you havent posted about it in a year but i have to tell u i just came across your roommates charmain and peter au and it is really getting into my brain the concept is SO good i cant stop thinking about it
HI I LOVE YOU FOR THIS this ask reminded me that i have like. 10 thousand words of this au in a google doc and it's so fun. when ao3 comes back from the war i think ill just post it
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tanktopgallavich · 4 months
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ninja-knox-ur-sox-off · 8 months
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HI i love all of your fics so much. They're amazing, you're such a good writer!!!
The first one of yours that i found was (teach me to be) tougher than leather, softer than silk and <3 it's so lovely. Probably my favorite (though your Ninjago fics are all great too)
ohmegoodness thank you!!! I really enjoy writing! So i'm happy others can enjoy reading it too. AND AH YES THE FIC THAT TWITTER DIED OVER WHEN I WAS POSTING IT, those were wild times. It is one of my longer ones so i can see why you like it! I'm working on adding another Ninjago fic to my roster, so I suppose you have that to look forward to! (At this rate it'll be even longer than tmtbttlsts and with a shorter title lol)
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spielzeugkaiser · 2 years
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Flowers for you, I hope you’re feeling better these days!
Thank you, ahhhh, this is sooo sweet that you thought of me 🥺🥺 It means a lot! Also I love those flowers, they are so nice, and I'm just a sucker for everything pastel pink 💖 I had this in my askbox for quite a while, just looking at it and being-
THANK YOU STINA. That's so lovely!!
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katiek101 · 1 year
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☀️ More about your Gorsepaw AU?
It takes place at the end of the last hope. StarClan is celebrating its victory while also welcoming the new cats who died and joined their ranks. Old Clanmates and long-lost kin are being reunited, it's all very touching.
Gorsepaw wants to join in the celebration but he feels out of place. He knows from past experience that if he walks up to a new warrior and greets them, even if they're from WindClan, they're going to look at him like "should I know you". The ones who recognize him do so only by name and then they're like "oh you're the apprentice from that story my mom told me about!" And what story are they referring to? The only one that Gorsepaw plays a part in, the one where Tigerstar makes all of WindClan watch as he pins him down and makes an example out of him.
Despite the celebration, Gorsepaw feels hollow. He's tried for such a long time to accept his death and just when he thinks he's made peace with it, he realizes that he's still a bitter apprentice. So he leaves in search of an important pool.
In StarClan there are different pools that can show you different things. Anyone can look into them, but there is one pool that everyone has always advised Gorsepaw to ignore; the pool that can show a cat glimpses of the future, either a cat that is still alive or a cat that died young. Gorsepaw has never looked into it and asked what his own future would've held if Tigerstar never killed him. But now it's eating him alive and he just has to know.
But before his future is shown to him, there's a commotion. Gorsepaw startles and falls into the pool. He opens his eyes and suddenly he's not in StarClan anymore, he's in WindClan. He's frozen in shock. He doesn't understand what's happened but he doesn't have time to dwell on it either because just moments later, Mudclaw bursts into camp sounding an alarm, and Gorsepaw instantly realizes what day it is; it's the day that TigerClan attacks WindClan and Tigerstar kills him to send a warning to everyone else.
Without thinking, Gorsepaw runs out of camp, far away from the battle. He's frazzled and confused and scared but he knows that he is Not supposed to be alive rn. He decides to tell Onewhisker, his mentor and future leader, everything and maybe they can come up with a way to get Gorsepaw back to StarClan. He really doesn't want to die again but he also doesn't want to change the future.
When Gorsepaw returns to WindClan he finds out that in his absence, Tigerstar used Onewhisker to make an example out of. WindClan's next leader is dead and it's Gorsepaw's fault because he ran.
Firestar and his patrol arrive but just like last time, they're too late. Firestar and Tallstar speak and agree to form LionClan. Gorsepaw has always admired Firestar and he knows that StarClan has sent him dreams for a long time; if anyone is capable of believing his situation then it will be Firestar.
So Gorsepaw asks to speak to him alone. He explains his situation to Firestar, explains that he is supposed to be dead and Onewhisker would have gone on to lead WindClan, and he asks Firestar what he should do now. Firestar's answer catches him off guard:
"You live."
There's more to it ofc but basically, Firestar says that even though they don't understand exactly how or why, Gorsepaw has been granted a second chance at life and Firestar thinks it would be a waste to not use it.
So then... okay. Gorsepaw won't focus on getting back to StarClan, he'll focus on living a normal life but he wants to cause as few ripples as possible. It's very important to him that the future remains as untouched as possible.
So he doesn't tell Firestar about BloodClan or Scourge or SkyClan, etc, and Firestar doesn't ask, he simply says "see you in three days."
Gorsepaw attends the meeting with TigerClan, but as WindClan and ThunderClan merge, he begins to realize that there are cats present who should be dead; Silverstream, for example, and not only is she alive but she stands with ThunderClan. He hears murmurs that Mistyfoot and Stonefur are dead, killed by Tigerstar. Sandstorm stands beside Firestar as deputy; when Gorsepaw whispers to a ThunderClan apprentice and asks why Whitestorm isn't present, they stare at him blankly.
TigerClan arrives. Gorsepaw is shocked to see Bramblepaw following his father, and only then does he notice that Tawnypaw presses close to Brackenfur, her very first mentor.
The meeting plays out exactly like Gorsepaw remembers, despite the unfamiliar ranks. Firestar reveals the truth about Tigerstar. Tigerstar introduces Scourge and his BloodClan. Gorsepaw braces himself, waiting for the strike that will steal all nine of Tigerstar's lives at once.
He watches in horror as Scourge lands that strike on Firestar. The famous leader crumples to the ground and does not rise again. There is chaos; Tigerstar is furious. He snarls that it was his destiny to kill Firestar and no one else's. Scourge has stolen this from him.
Scourge decides that because Tigerstar is ungrateful for his help, their deal is no more. Five mornings from now the Clans will either leave the forest forever or they will die. It's the same deal that was offered before, but this time the forest does not have Firestar to lead them.
Tigerstar orders his Clan to return to camp but Leopardstar speaks up and says that TigerClan is no more; he lied to her about the crimes he committed and if one ShadowClan warriors steps foot onto RiverClan territory, they will die.
Furious, Tigerstar returns to ShadowClan. The other Clans return to their own camps, and a great sense of foreboding covers the forest.
Tallstar decides that without Firestar, the Clans stand no chance against BloodClan. They will find a new home. Gorsepaw knows that they can't give into Scourge's demands. He feels responsible for Firestar's death so he assumes his role; he convinces some other WindClan cats to travel to ThunderClan with him to speak to Sandstorm.
Sandstorm is too furious to grieve the loss of her mate. She doesn't care who stands beside her, she doesn't care if she is the only warrior who will fight, she is going to meet Scourge in five days and she is going to avenge her mate, and then she's going to kill Tigerstar, too.
ThunderClan rallies around her. Gorsepaw and his Clanmates promise to be there as well. That leaves RiverClan and ShadowClan; ThunderClan is harboring Silverstream after rescuing her and her kits from Bonehill. Silverstream volunteers to visit Leopardstar and strike a new allegiance. That just leaves Tigerstar and ShadowClan.
Sandstorm looks at Gorsepaw and says that she will visit ShadowClan as long as he comes with her. Gorsepaw is caught off guard by her request but he agrees to it.
They, along with a few others, go to ShadowClan. Gorsepaw doesn't know what they can possibly say to Tigerstar to convince him to ally with them, but in the end it doesn't matter; Blackfoot and the rest of ShadowClan chased him out. When Sandstorm asks if ShadowClan will join LionClan, he agrees to it.
The battle takes place. Sandstorm kills Scourge. As BloodClan flees, Gorsepaw suddenly notices Tigerstar weaving through the crowd towards Sandstorm, his claws glistening.
Gorsepaw thinks about how Tigerstar held him down and forced WindClan to watch as he killed him. He thinks about a future that doesn't exist now, where Tigerstar and Firestar battle one more time. He reacts almost without thought; he tackles Tigerstar. For a split second he has the advantage of surprise on his side and he uses it to find Tigerstar's jugular and he bites.
He doesn't know what he'll do when Tigerstar comes back to his body but if he's managed to steal even one of his lives then Gorsepaw has avenged himself.
Tigerstar never rises. The Clans are shocked; Gorsepaw knows his bite didn't have the power to kill Tigerstar nine times. That's when Runningnose appears and admits that StarClan never granted Tigerstar nine lives; that's the reason he went hunting for BloodClan.
Scourge is dead. Tigerstar is dead. The Clans won.
That night, Tallstar gives Gorsepaw his warrior name: Gorsefire.
Gorsefire sits vigil that night and thinks. No matter what he does or doesn't do, it seems like he won't be able to protect the future. Firestar and Onewhisker are both dead. Sandstorm will lead ThunderClan. Who knows about ShadowClan or RiverClan or even WindClan. With that in mind, Gorsefire decides to honor his namesake and live without fear of the future. Maybe he can even help build a better future.
The next morning Gorsefire is relieved of his vigil. He's halfway to the warriors' den when Mudclaw sounds an alarm. Gorsefire panics until Mudclaw brings Sandstorm - Sandstar - into camp. She asks to speak with Gorsefire.
Once they're alone, Sandstar admits that Firestar told her everything about Gorsefire's situation before he died. She doesn't want to know the future of ThunderClan or the fate of the forest; she only wants to know what her own future was supposed to hold.
Gorsefire understands. He tells her almost everything, leaving out the journey to find SkyClan. He tells her that she became one of the most respected warriors in ThunderClan, and she trained many apprentices, and she had two daughters named Leafpool and Squirrelflight, and she grew old with Firestar for as long as any leader and mate are allowed to.
And finally, Sandstar can grieve. She thanks Gorsefire and before she returns to her own Clan, she tells him that he will always have an ally in her.
Time goes on. Gorsefire becomes something of a legend; as an apprentice he killed Tigerstar and saved Sandstar's life. When Mudclaw dies in a pointless border skirmish, Gorsefire has just finished training his first apprentice.
No one has any objections when Tallstar makes Gorsefire his deputy.
And when Tallstar passes away by the lake, no one objects when Gorsefire steps up as WindClan's rightful leader. And for many moons, there is peace.
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khlur · 7 months
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i got somewhere w my fucking literature review
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dobismuted · 2 months
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I love how I always forget that Lee Winter was the fanfic writer, RedCharcoal. I keep coming back to The Staircase. A fanfic that starts with a very triggering event and eventually turns into a story of redemption and healing. I tend to read bits and pieces of it, then end up reading to the end, and I'm always surprised that she's also Lee Winter.
It's rather fitting since she's my most listened to author on Audible. Breaking Character, Hotel Queens & Requiem for Immortals are my comfort listens, especially Breaking Character. Many an audiobook I've listened to solely for Angela Dawe.
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the-kipsabian · 2 months
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can it be called lazy breakfast if its 1pm and i have been awake for 12 hours orrrrr
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the-smartaleck · 10 months
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I couldn't help but notice that your OCs Kyrie and Rosalind look at lot like Waluigi and Rosalina, right down to the colour of their clothing. Were their designs (and Rosalind's name) inspired by those two or is it just a coincidence?
Ah yeah--I ain't slick. They've totally been an huge inspiration for my duo!
I was dabbling in a lotta fan work straying away from the absolute canon, so I figured it might have been in my best interest to make new characters. Kyrie and Rosalind were sort of retrofuture ripoffs that I could freely project onto, although now they're a combination of some other of my favorite character dynamics and traits. I like to think over the years I've made them fairly distinct.
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((here are some character inspirations, respectively))
I kept similar colors because I liked their connotations. Purple is mysterious/arrogant, blue is reliable/passive, yadda yadda. Rosalind's name absolutely is inspired by Rosalina's, and I used a version of the name from Shakespeare's As You Like It. Her name was gonna be different, Andromeda, but it just didn't resonate with me.
So yeah, I do feel a bit silly, but it's no coincidence!
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