#petal and foxs mother

[tortillatabby]

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#Petal and foxs mother #rogue #dawn of the clans #warrior cats art #warrior cats design #erin hunter warriors #warrior cats

[aquamoon-cats]

Fox and Petal's mother (I call her Foxglove)- chocolate mackerel tortie, shorthaired.

#warrior cats #warrior cats art #warrior cats designs #wc art #starclan #warrior cat designs #wc designs #dawn of the clans #dotc #petal and fox's mother #foxglove

[itsphoenix0724]

If it hasn’t been requested can you do Azriel with peony, perhaps a masquerade where he meets someone of another courts nobility (perhaps she’s been hidden away) the mating bond snaps and he goes on a quest to learn who she is?

Peony (Azriel x Reader)

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2.2k

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A/N: Hello! Thank you so much for participating in my writing event! I'm really sorry it took so long to write I was very sick, but I hope everyone thinks it was worth the wait! I apologize if it's not the best it was written mostly in a fever-filled haze. Keep a look out for more stuff soon, and thank you all so much for your patience <3

You absolutely despised balls. Although, this was officially the first ball you’d actually been allowed to attend. You loved your court and your people wholeheartedly, but some of its traditions were ludicrously outdated. 

As tradition, you weren’t allowed into society until you were seventy-five. So until now, you had not been allowed at any court relations, balls, or celebrations. Being a Lady in the Spring Court wasn’t always the most exciting life. 

Applying one final coat of stain to your lips, you looked over yourself in the mirror. You had chosen a flowy gown in Spring’s signature pink, with falling petals cascading down the dress, and jewel-encrusted flowers had been woven through your hair. You hear a small rasping as you turn and look to see your brother standing in the doorway. 

“You look beautiful.” Tamlin steps into the room. He holds a small box in his hands and sends you a smile that you can see in the mirror. “It’s alright if you’re nervous.” You glare at your brother as he moves closer lifting a beautiful necklace out of the box in his hands. As Tamlin clasps the jewels around your neck, you move your hair out of the way. 

“I’m not nervous.” you admonish, Tamlin tips his head even though you can tell he doesn’t believe you.  The necklace is made of heavy pink sapphires, and you recognize it as one of the pieces from your mother's collection. You whip your head around at your brother who is still giving you a knowing look at your recollection. 

“She would’ve wanted you to have it, plus it matches your dress.” You laugh even though your eyes shine at the mention of your mother. Tamiln holds you at arm's length and looks over you once. “Be brave. Stay close to Luicen tonight. He’ll be here to pick you up shortly” He presses a kiss to the crown of your head and leaves the room. 

You secure the mask on your face and wait for Lucien to knock on your door. He arrives a few moments later dressed for the ball with a fox mask on his face and a matching grin on his lips. 

“Well, well, what do we have here? I truly believe I’m in the wrong room. The Lady of Spring is usually covered in mud and smells like a horse,” he looks around as if he’s lost and you can see him barely containing a laugh. Still, he offers you an arm and you take it, but not before smacking him on the shoulder. 

Lucien escorts you down to the ballroom and all of a sudden the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You catch sight of all the faelights in the room barely flickering for a second. Your companion doesn’t seem to sense anything, so you allow the courtier to continue to escort you into the ballroom. 

The first thing you notice is the sheer amount of people packed into the room. 

You’ve never been in a room with this many people before.

Lucien must notice the way your feet seem stuck to the floor. It’s almost like you’ve stepped into quicksand, the more you try to move forward the more you remain rooted to the floor. He waits patiently, rubbing soothing circles into the crook of your arm until you’re ready to advance further. 

“You can do this,” Lucien murmurs as you collect yourself before nodding and allowing him to lead you into the room. Two of the servants throw the doors into the ballroom open, and the sound hits you in the chest like a lightning strike. The notes of pianos and strings ricochet off of the opulent walls of the ballroom, and your heart matches the pace of the music. 

You want nothing more at that moment than to dance. 

Lucien, the good friend he is, senses your desire and takes you for a turn around the dance floor. Sweeping you into the thrall of the party, you and Lucien dance the night away. 

Although, you’ve had the most peculiar feeling all night. 

Something is watching you. Something is following you. You can sense it. A strange cold drift almost haunts you all night. It’s not a particularly bad thing. A tug on your wrist to avoid bumping into a waiter, an ever so slight lift of your skirts so you don’t trip on the dance floor, and a cool brush against the back of your neck when you get too hot. 

You think you can almost see it every once in a while, but all it is is a faint flickering of darkness that you chalk up to a trick of the candlelight. 

Eventually, you feel the flush start to creep up your cheeks and the heaving in your chest tells you that you need air before you collapse. You excuse yourself from Lucien and escape the ballroom to get some air outside. 

The strange feeling even seems to encourage this, almost tugging you into the starlit expanse of the gardens.

Away from the light, you can see it now, the dark tendril of smoke that’s been with you all night. It curls around your wrist like a snake and when you reach your other hand out to touch it leans into your touch like a cat. 

However, a moment later, it snaps away from you racing into the garden’s maze. 

You run after it, sprinting into the darkness to follow the shadow as it winds its way through the maze of hedges. It seems to have a clear destination in mind, never once stopping to consider a direction.

You’re out of breath and somewhere along the way you’ve abandoned your shoes to match the relentless pace, but you’re determined to see this through. 

It rounds one more corner when you see him standing in the maze’s center. 

When you crash into the middle his head snaps up to look at you. You’re panting, barefoot, and the bottom of your dress is completely caked with mud. You look after the shadow who curls around the man’s ear in a way that resembles whispering. From behind the black mask the male wears hazel eyes meet yours. Under the intensity of his gaze, you feel like you’ve been cornered by an apex predator. As the rest of the garden is blanketed in total darkness, more shadows rush around your feet. The male steps forward, heavy boots dragging on the gravel. They’re so at odds with the dress shoes the males of the Spring Court usually prefer. You’re entranced by the hand that reaches out to grab your own. 

He draws your hand to his lips and presses a warm kiss to the back of your knuckles. Heat rushes up the back of your spine, and that’s when you feel the golden thread snap into your soul. The male stumbles back from you, green-gold eyes widening in shock, as you feel a burst of shock from low in your chest. 

It is even more confusing when you realize the shock doesn’t even belong to you- it belongs to him. 

He opens his mouth to say something, anything, when you hear a call of your name followed by heavy footsteps. Just as Lucien and Tamlin round the corner to the center of the maze the male in front of you, your mate, has disappeared into the darkness. Dissolved like he wasn’t even standing there in the first place. 

“Sister! There you are,” Tamlin stands in front of you and grabs you by the shoulders shaking you back into your body. “Why are you out here? What happened to your dress? It's covered in mud!” He searches your eyes for an answer you’re in too much shock to give. 

“We found your shoes in the garden,” Lucien adds looking unimpressed at your bare feet. “I know you don’t quite have a grasp on ball etiquette yet, but running around barefoot usually isn't in the realm of appropriate.” 

“I was following a shadow! It led me here and there was a male-he disappeared right before you got here, and he-” You rub the place in your chest, the golden string still buzzing with life. The only proof that this wasn’t some figment of your imagination. Lucien and Tamlin exchange a look with each other before both of their heads turn to you. 

“Sister, there’s no one here. Perhaps you’ve caught a chill, or maybe all the excitement is overwhelming you. Let's get you to bed,” Tamlin loops your arm through his as he attempts to lead you back inside. 

“Tamlin, I am not crazy!” You plant your feet on the ground resisting the pull of your brother. 

“No”, Lucien adds holding up your shoes in one hand, “You’re just chasing shadows barefoot through the garden and talking to disappearing men.” Tamlin shoots Lucien a pointed look as he continues to lead you back to the manor. 

“Come on, we’re going inside.” with one final pull you follow your brother, knowing he won’t even listen to you until morning. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Azriel lands on the floor of Rhys’s office feeling like he’s been stabbed.

His shadows are going wild, writhing over every surface in the office screaming at him to go back to spring to get you. He doesn’t hear Rhys calling his name, doesn’t feel him until Rhys is on the floor in front of him shaking Azriel out of his daze. 

“Az, brother, are you alright? What happened in Spring?” It was supposed to be a routine visit, check to see what Tamlin was up to, and get back to the Night Court before dawn. His only rule was that he couldn’t be seen. He didn’t expect to find his mate in that garden.

He can’t even speak, the shock stealing away his voice as he reaches a hand out to Rhys collapsing the obsidian walls in his mind to let his brother in. 

“Rhys you have to help me find her.” His voice sounds grated. Something keeps tugging around his heart, pulling him back towards you. He doesn’t even know your name just that he needs to be near you again.

Rhys nods, looking over the memory again, trying to find any sort of clue as to who you were. Azriel tugs on the bond in his chest, trying to reassure himself that this was real.  

“I’ve seen that necklace somewhere before, let's check the library” Rhys helps his brother to his feet winnowing them into the winding library. “We’ll find her Az I promise.” He claps his brother on the shoulder as he begins his search. 

Rhys and Az spent the rest of the night pouring over tomes and tomes of jewels spanning across the entirety of Prythian. They found a mention of the necklace in the Summer Court, the entire court known for the beautiful gems it produces. They eventually found out it was a gift from Summer to be passed down to the Lady of Spring which only left them in more confusion. 

“Spring doesn’t have a Lady anymore.” Azriel’s frustration only grew. The longer he was away from you the more insane he felt. He always thought the myth about the need you felt for a mate was exaggerated, but now he knows it wasn’t a lie.  The only thing he can think of now is being near you again. 

Rhys wracks his brain for anything that could help his brother find his mate when he remembers his visits to Spring as a boy.

He recalls then, flashes of a girl hiding in the stairways of the Spring Manor, always trying to listen into the meetings between his father and Tamlin’s. He always saw you in the stables, tending gently to the horses. He assumed you were a child of one of the servants but what if…

“Azriel, I think there might be a Lady in the Spring Court.” He reaches out his hand to his brother to let him see the memories, and Azriel knows it’s you instantly, can feel the bond singing in his chest at the sight of you even in memory. “And I think I know where you can find her.” 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You’re brushing the mane of your favorite horse, trying to ignore the call in your chest pulling you elsewhere, when you feel the brush of cold against your cheek. Your head snaps up, looking around you to find the source. You see the shadow coiling in the top corner of the barn before it shoots off again. Just like last time you play into its game of chase following the snaking path back into the maze. You keep up much better in your riding boots instead of your bare feet skidding on the gravel path. You find the male at the center again, this time both of you unmasked, taking each other in under the light of day. 

“Hi,” it’s the only thing you manage to choke out your soul begging to go to him. You suddenly feel insecure in your muddy boots and loose tunic, but the male is looking at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. 

He dips his head offering you a small smile. 

“Hello, my name is Azriel.”

#acotar #acomaf #acowar #acosf fanfiction #acotar imagine #azriel acotar #azriel x reader #azriel imagine #phoenix's-bouquet

[bonefall]

Do you have any plans with Petal? She was so interesting even when she played mom to Misty's kits, taking care of them even when Misty did not do the same for her and Fox, she was dealt a rough hand and I always said she deserved better than to be Clear Sky's Loyal Lackey forever

Petal is still a bit up in the air, but I DO know for certain a few things;

She is now a Tribe cat. BB!DOTC features a language barrier between Park and Tribe cats, so everyone in early SkyClan must come from the Tribe.

Fox Claw and Petal Claw will probably end up being part of the Claw Family.

Fox's death will need to be shuffled, since the set-up is so different. I do like Petal holding a grudge against the person forced to kill him, though.

I know for a fact that Red Claw is going to be part of this family; either a child of Fox or Petal. Acorn Swoop eventually has children with a member of the Claw family-- her canon love interest is Red but I'm not averse to making it someone else in this group.

Petal Claw is rewarded with the orphaned kits of Misty-- now a Park cat. Tensions are going to rise between SkyClan and the River Kingdom as a result of this.

However. Birch and Alder won't keep those names for two reasons;

Reason One, the more important reason, is that Park Cats are born nameless. They don't HAVE names yet-- just physical characteristics.

But also, SkyClan wouldn't allow them to keep the names either. So, Petal Claw will rename them.

I was thinking it COULD be Red Claw and Snake Claw, but I'm not sure if it's wise to fuse FOUR characters into 2 so hastily. So, I am still unsure.

In any case, eventually one of these kits will defect on learning they have family in the River Kingdom, curious to learn more.

Anyway, back to Petal Claw.

She will be doggedly loyal to SkyClan her whole life, Clear Sky's favorite soldier. She enjoys a lot of privilege within the Clan, and revels in her power and status.

She does eventually die for the cause-- probably in the First Battle, because Sparrow Heart needs room for an opportunity to become the next leader.

Petal Claw is also, unfortunately, a major reason Skystar becomes part of StarClan. She really is loyal to the very end, rallying his other dead supporters to clamor for him when he arrives.

Overall, Petal is an ambitious, scrappy, loyal cat who is a major recurring ally of BB!Clear Sky. She revels in what SkyClan can offer her, and the influence she weilds as a result of her devotion. Better to rule in Hell than serve in Heaven!

She's got an important role. If I wrote every cat someone likes defecting I wouldn't have anyone in SkyClan at all lmao

I do have to say though-- the little "bonus chapter" trying to frame Petal taking Misty's kits as "aww shes being so noble when misty didnt do it for her" frustrates me immensely. I'm VERY much not a fan of it. This woman was fucking murdered on screen for her land by a bloodthristy tyrant and Petal jumped foward to prevent the maniac from slaughtering babies too. The way it tries to take attention away from CLEAR SKY'S MURDER to make it about Petal "breaking a cycle" is just plain awful.

Even worse is how the books quickly shift to passive voice after First Battle. "After their mother Died." Mentions of Clear Sky murdering this woman dry up for a looong while until Milkweed.

So in BB I honestly have no desire to preserve that in any way. Petal Claw wanted the kits because a bigger family is a point of status, and the mother was dead now anyway. Someone needs to care for them-- and so it should be her, because she deserves it. Clear Sky agrees, happy that she will raise more cats who are loyal to him.

Thunder Storm will be witnessing this while he is training under his father; and I'll probably end up doing something with the fact that this means he has information that will be relevant to River Kingdom.

(Or perhaps the Wind Coalition. I'll figure out which one works better for political tension here.)

BUT at the very least, Petal Claw won't be getting fridged for Clear Sky's man pain like canon. Seriously what the fuck. What an awful way to send her out; dying of illness but having just enough strength to throw herself at Clear Sky's feet going "ouuuugh i knew youd saave me. Ur so strong and brave and amazing and cool and misunderstood and everyone on the internet who says mean things about you is evil."

We support women's wrongs here. She will die in BATTLE like she DESERVES

#BB!DOTC #BB!Petal Claw #Better bones au

[thatone-brightstar]

More than all the stars (Carmy Berzatto x Fem!Reader) (The Bear & The Fox Series)

Prologue: "'best natural lighting' or whatever..."

Words: 1.8k

summary: This is a story about love.

a/n: Hi, I'm back! (did ya miss me?!) Enjoy a lil preview of part III and remember comments are always appreciated! P.S. if you haven't read part 1 or 2. Here's a link to both!

The Bear & The Fox (Carmy Berzatto x Fem!Reader)

Before You (Carmen Berzatto X Fem!OC)

There’s a slight tremor to your hands, clinging tightly to the worn down synthetic cover of the steering wheel, while the pillow under your thighs lifts you up enough to see over the hood.

“Whenever you’re ready, babe.” Carmy speaks softly over the rumbling engine, one hand cupping over your static knee.

“I know just- gimme a sec.” You answer nervously and take your hands off the wheel to dry out the sweat then readjust them with a loud exhale. “Okay, okay, okay- I got this.”

“Yeah you do…” 

His reassuring tone has you slowly pressing on the pedal, tires turning over the cold asphalt and finally moving out of the spot you’ve occupied for the past fifteen minutes. The streets are deserted and you’re thankful Carmy chose the early morning to finally eradicate your fear of driving. You can hear the snow crunching under the tires as the car moves slowly- not daring to press the pedal any harder- and your dread slightly spikes, but his soothing touch chases the anxiety away.

“Look- Bear, look I’m doing it!” You rejoice at the halfpoint between your building and his. Granted, it’s only five blocks, but it’s more than you’ve driven in  a year, so you’ll take a win where you can get it.

“You’re doin’ real good baby, just a few more blocks...” He encourages in the sweet tone reserved only for you, the one that has you clutching to the wheel and your foot pressing harder over the petal. 

“Sorry-that one’s on me-” Carmy apologizes once he notices your flaring cheeks and hides his amusement behind the sleeve of his navy sweater. “Try slowin’ down a bit for me, can you baby?” 

“Carmen!” 

“Sorry-sorry” He repeats between choked laughs, though you know he isn’t in the slightest.

When you finally reach the snowy sidewalk of his building, you push out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding and turn the keys to kill the engine. Instead of stepping out into the cold, you take in the calming silence with a pleased smile across your face.

“Told ya you could do it.” Carmy says towards you, a replica of your small triumph etched on his own face.

His hand reaches up to brush over your warm cheek with his thumb and your body subconsciously gravitates towards his touch.

“You ready?” He whispers, too soon.

“No.” You answer honestly, making his chuckle. “But, we must-”

With another sigh, you quickly turn to kiss the base of his palm, then move to pull the door open. Before you slam it closed, a loud metallic bang vibrates over the roof of the car and makes you clutch a hand over your heart and turn to the source of the noise.

“Richie, carajo! Are you fuckin stupid or what?!” You shout once you spot the man bent over in laughter, standing behind you with his hand flat over the roof.

“My bad, sweetheart- just couldn’t help it-” Is all he can manage to say. You smack the side of his arm, though you doubt it’ll do anything under the multiple layers of his jacket, it still makes you feel better.

“Cousin, I told you -don’t go ‘round callin’ people sweetheart okay, it’s fuckin’ weird-” Carmy calls out, slamming his own door.

“Alright, Jesus! Fuckin’ morality police- I wouldn’t have come, cousin, if I knew you’d be up my ass before dawn-”

Richie steps away to let you open the back door and start pulling boxes that you push in his direction, but that he doesn’t begin to take, instead hiding his hands in the pockets of his coat.

“Why did you come then… exactly?” You ask, annoyed.

“Did you see us- did you?!” Your mother’s vibrant voice rings from the end of the street, waving her hands as high as the puffy jacket permits her. “I was waving but you didn’t see!”

She has too much energy for the time of day, in big comparison to a barely awake Joshua carrying a few stuff behind her.

“No, ma. I was too busy trying not to crash…” You answer, eyes narrowing over the sudden change in Richie’s posture.

“Again?” Joshua mumbles and you throw a middle finger through the open car door as you keep pushing boxes out to his stagnant feet.

“Yo- you gonna help out or not?” Carmy says to him and that finally snaps him out of his lost gaze.

“What- oh, ye-yeah, totally. That’s what I’m here for, cuz. Y’know… purpose.” Richie responds with a smile and new found enthusiasm and piles one box over the other, then picks them up with little effort and follows your brother and mother through the opened building door.

“Oh, I can’t believe my baby’s moving out! I remember when she was the size of…” Her voice trails off once they begin to climb the stairs and you and Carmy are left with a few boxes on the street.

“In fear of grossing myself out-” You say, shutting the door and rounding to Carmy’s side. “-you don’t think your cousin’s got the hots for my mom… do you?”

“What? N-no, no I don’t think so...” He answers, though the way his mouth is sealed in a tight line gives him away. You stare blankly at his expression, eyes dead straight until he breaks. “Yeah uh… I think he does.” He confesses.

“Dammit.” You mutter, leaning on the cold vehicle and crossing your arms. “I knew it- it’s so fuckin’ obvious-”

“-so obvious.” Carmy agrees. “Y’know, I didn’t even ask ‘em to come help…”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah.”

“Then how’d he-”

“-I dunno.”

You stare at the door for a few more seconds while your boyfriend picks up the last of your stuff. “...he’s so weird.”

His eyes follow yours to the door, then sighs “...yeah” and moves to the entrance.

You can hear the voices emanating from the apartment while climbing up the last few stairs. There’s a lot of senseless arguing that you can’t quite make out even as you fully enter the room. You also don’t understand why Syd’s standing on the footrest of the kitchen stools, failing to guide Richie and Joshua while they move Carmy’s couch around. 

“No-see, this is why I told you it was a bad idea- there’s no space-”

“-There is, just- help move the tv over-” 

“-How’re you gonna move a couch where there’s no space, Richie?-”

“Cousin! Cousin, help me out here, push the tv over-” Richie shouts once he spots Carmy crossing into the room.

Instead of inserting yourself into the mess, you round the kitchen bar and drop the box of art supplies beside the steaming pot of fresh coffee. Your grandfather hands you a full mug, eyes staring amused at the arguing men as he leans to your side so you can place a chaste kiss on his cheek.

“Everyone’s too passionate this morning…” You mutter, blowing over the rim of your mug.

“Y’know what, fuck it-” Syd throws her arms up in surrender and hops off the stools, moving behind the bar, beside you. “- I tried to stop ‘em.” 

“What is he even trying to do?” You ask, attention heavy on Richie’s mannerisms, while your grandpa hands Syd her own mug.

“He wants to fit your easel beside the window cause he says it has the ‘best natural lighting’ or whatever….” She answers before taking a sip and your heart warms at the sweet gesture.

You all watch them move around for a while longer, the scene reminds you too much of the monkey exhibits at the zoo and you try to disguise your amusement with a series of coughs. 

“Aún te puedes arrepentir…” Your grandfather whispers beside you, making Syd snigger over her coffee. “...también te casas con la familia, eh.” He adds and points to Richie with his head.

“Ay papá, aún no se está casando con nadie.” Your mother whispers from behind, giving him a gentle pat on the arm.

“Yeah and they’re not really cousins...” Syd adds.

“Oh, it is just a saying, dear.” He clears and turns to you, two hands softly cradling your shoulders. “Segura que estarás bien?” He asks in a more serious tone.

You inhale deep and nod with a smile. One of your hands raises to caress his fragile skin. 

“Lo estaré.” You mouth soundless. “He’s a good one.” You add with a wider grin.

He makes a sound similar to a hum and pulls you deep into his arms. You breathe in the familiar smokey scent while controlling the prickling sensation behind your eyes.

“I just want to make sure-” He says, pulling away. “-you two are not the best at picking them out.”

Your mouth falls open, and before your mother can begin to argue, he places his hands over her shoulders and begins to push her out of the kitchen. “Okay! Everybody who does not pay rent here, out. The best guest is the one who does not overstay their welcome, so dale pa’ fuera.” 

He must have been a sheep herder in another life, because in a few seconds, the couch was dropped and a group of bodies occupied the outdoor hallway. 

“Be good, okay? Call me if you need anything.”

“Mami, I’m not even in a different zip code.” You say between strands of wild hair that try to fall into your mouth.

She lets you go from the tight hug, only to pull Carmy down into her embrace. He’s taken back by the sudden action but does his best to reciprocate her kindness.  Once she lets him go and the goodbyes drag on until they’re out of view, your shoulders finally drop with the weight of a deep exhale. Carmy locks the door behind you, stopping at the end of the hallway to assess the damage 'Hurricane Richie’ has caused. His couch is perpendicular to its original position and the tv has been unplugged and pushed far away from the corner where it used to rest. Your easel, however, sits pretty beside the closed window, angled in direction towards the slow rising rays that start to peek through the curtains.

Carmy’s strong arms wrap around you from behind, followed by his warm chest on your back and scattered kisses over your messy hair. A tiny smile begins to grow as you melt into his touch, eyes closed.

“Y’know, you could’ve told him we’re planning to move anyway.” You voice quietly in the finally peaceful home.

You can feel Carmy shrug his shoulders and exhale a soft laugh into your hair. “He needed something to do.”

His hands feel hot once they come in contact with your skin under his sweater. Kisses travel south into the valley of your neck, golden strands tickle the side of your cheek and make you giggle in his hold, while the familiar warmth blossoms to the surface of your chest.

*********

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[seriowan]

I ran through your master list, and didn’t see a dad!Commander Fox, but the idea came to me of he and his wife deciding to name their little girl KIT.

Not necessarily an ask, but rather throwing this idea into your universe. 👉🏻👉🏻

ashsljhkfaldkjhf this is my first time writing for fox and i really hope i did okay! i never wrote for him because i was super intimidated by his fan!based personality and i didn't want to get it "wrong" per se, so this was super fun to experiment with! i hope you like it!

more dad!fox baby fever below the cut!

she was such a small little thing. small hands and feet. small lips and nose. small ears and wisps of hair that barely looked visible atop her head. fox had to take a moment to remind himself that she was real. a living, breathing thing that he helped make, shaped like a miniature version of himself with little hints of her mother.

and she wasn't just a child either, she was his. his little baby, draped in a bright red blanket and laying at the bottom of the crib in her nursery.

he couldn't deny that she was an odd thing to look at. after months of hiding, there she was — sleeping with closed eyes, long lashes tickling her cheeks; breathing as gently as a little human could; hands far too tiny to even wrap around his finger.

fox leaned against the crib, reaching down to brush his knuckle along his baby's cheek. soft. a delicate flower petal against his calloused skin. fragile, just like a butterfly wing.

but there was something about her that made him pause. her small hands, just barely exposed to the world, were curled into fists. they were angry fists, poised in such a way that she looked ready to fight, it was a guarded gesture that made him huff in disbelief.

there was no doubt that this angry little being, fists curled and kicking in her sleep, was his. a little fox ready to take the world on with a fight.

his little fox.

kit.

he blinked, the corner of his lip lifting as the name bounced around his head. kit, kit, kit. a little fox cub, full of fire and fury. so much like her father yet so different altogether.

kit, the little one he'd find running up to him in the future, grinning with each lost tooth.

kit, yelling at him when she'd be a defiant teenager wanting to make her own stand in the galaxy.

kit, seeking him when she would need her father's help in navigating the twists and turns of adulthood.

with a gentleness that he didn't think he was capable of, fox reached down into the crib and gently lifted his baby into his arms. careful hands cradled her, brushing along her soft head to feel the little wisps of hair. he dragged a finger down her nose, huffing when the corner of her mouth lifted.

small hands kicked, eyes prying open to glance up at him. fox stared with uncertainty, unsure if he woke her up or if she did it on her own accord. his little one writhed for a bit as she fought against him, mouth opening to give a soft cry.

fox hesitated before slowly placing her against his chest, his hand under her bum to keep her scrunched up and comfortable. the warmth of his chest caused her whines to fall silent, his heartbeat greeting her ears like the faintest lullaby. he felt his little spitfire ease up and relax, the tension fleeing from her small bones.

with a faint, squeaky yawn, her eyes fluttered shut and she fell asleep, soft breaths causing her back to rise and fall.

fox took a seat in the rocking chair and gently swayed back and forward, brushing his fingertip along his baby girl's features. such a beautiful little thing sleeping peacefully in his arms, oblivious to the world and everything in it.

he wasn't concerned. if her balled fists and angry cries were any indications of her strength, fox was certain that his little girl would make it. she'd survive in this harsh galaxy, just as he did.

she'd thrive, and he'd make sure of it because while the years would come and go, days turning into months and months turning into years, fox knew he'd himself in another rocking chair like this one, gazing over his peaceful life with his daughter. he imagined the sound of her voice going on and on about her own life, her own kids, her own stories and memories.

he cracked the smallest smile at the thought of sharing a cup of caf with her. maybe she'd like it; maybe not.

either way, he'd find himself in her as she found herself in his arms — safe and swaddled. smiling and strong.

his little daughter.

kit.

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this made me so soft and tender and my heart is just a little sponge that is soaking up all this baby fever and lkjhadlfkj i think writing dad!fox was the hardest thing ever but i really enjoyed it!

#dad!clone #dad!commander fox #dad!fox #commander fox #star wars the clone wars #fox #coruscant guard

[kermitbread]

day 2

"The wind sure smells sweet," said the little fox cub, as he watched the pink petals do a little swirl in the air before descending down the ground.

"Right you are, my little one. It's the one time of the year where the flowers bloom, after all. It's my favorite season." His father placed a hand on his head, ruffling his hair playfully.

"How come, Father?"

"Well... it's also the season when I first met your mother."

#toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun #anime #my art #hanako kun #hananene #hananenetanabata #hananenetanabata23 #day2rainflower

[lynxskip]

Minor Characters - The Sun Trail

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NOTE: Some of these aren't from the wiki, as I highlighted somethings that I think are minor characters.

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"Skinny cats," - pg. 1 | Honestly, I think these are all the cats in the cave.

"The elders," - pg. 1 | Misty Water, Lion's Roar, Silver Frost, and Snow Hare.

"Desperately mewling kits," - pg. 1 | Jagged Peak, Fluttering Bird, Pine Snout, Jay Song, Flower Heart, and White Flame.

"Mewling kits' mothers," - pg. 1 | Quiet Rain and Hollow Tree.

"Several kits squabbling over an eagle's carcass," - pg. 1 | Aspen Whiskers, Leaf Brook, Pale Ripple, and Cherry Frost.

"A big ginger tom-kit," - pg. 1 | Aspen Whiskers.

"Smaller tabby she-kit," - pg. 1 | Leaf Brook.

"Ginger kit's mother," - pg. 2 | Blooming Sky.

"Group of cats returning from hunting," - pg. 3 | Shaded Moss, Sharp Hail, Jackdaw's Cry, Hawk Swoop, and Honey Skip.

"The several cats that sprang up to greet the returning cats," - pg. 3 | Quick Water, Falling Feather, and Tall Shadow.

"Cat that calls out eagerly," - pg. 3 | Falling Feather.

"Demanding cat," - pg. 3 | Quick Water.

"Leader of the returning cats," - pg. 3 | Shaded Moss.

"Several cats that crowd around Clear Sky and Gray Wing," - pg. 9 | Turtle Tail, Dark Cloud, Shattered Ice, and Thorn Foot.

"Returning hunting party," - pg. 16 | Shattered Ice, Turtle Tail, Dark Cloud, Falling Feather, and Moon Shadow.

"Yowling cat in the crowd around Shaded Moss," - pg. 17 | Thorn Foot.

"Three cats that are farther down the valley," - pg. 20 | Hollow Tree, Howling Wolf, and Sharp Hail.

"Groups of cats that are settled around the cavern's edges," - pg. 23 | Hollow Tree, Howling Wolf, Clear Sky, Bright Stream, Turtle Tail, Rainswept Flower, Honey Skip, and Mist Eye.

"Anxiously pacing cats," - pg. 23 | Twisted Branch, Snow Hare, Silver Frost, and Lark Tail.

"The kits that Jagged Peak is playing with," - pg. 28 | Pale Ripple, Pine Snout, Leaf Brook, and Aspen Whiskers.

"Tabby she-cat that Jagged Peak is wrestling with," - pg. 28 | Leaf Brook.

"The other cats that crowd Shaded Moss with questions," - pg. 29 | Falling Feather, Shattered Ice, Blooming Sky, Lion's Roar, Moon Shadow, and Dappled Pelt.

"The other cats that let Gray Wing pass," - pg. 29 | All the cats that are questioning Shaded Moss and that returned with Shaded Moss.

"The larger group that are around Shaded Moss," - pg. 32 | Bright Stream, Mist Eye, Blooming Sky, Dark Cloud, and Hawk Swoop.

"Shaded Moss's mother," - pg. 135 | Foggy Dove.

"Huge brown dog," - pg. 137 | Johnny. (Some of the other minor character pages include dogs and twolegs, so I'm just gonna do that.)

"Huge fluffy black-and-white kittypet tom," - pg. 146 | Bandit.

"Ginger kittypet she-cat," - pg. 146 | Mia.

"A long-legged brown-and-gray tabby tom 'The Stranger'," - pg. 163 | Grouse, later renamed Grouse Step.

"Three dogs that chased the cats," - pg. 168 | Ashley, a large dark gray female greyhound. Chai, a small tan-white-and-black male beagle. Eggo, a large male golden retriever.

"Ginger cat," - pg. 187 | Flax, she-cat.

"Black-and-white cat," -pg. 187 | Eel, tom.

"Cats that are disappearing into the bushes," - pg. 197 | Petal and Fox.

"Couple of nosy cats that Quick Water chased away," - pg. 233 | Fox and Petal.

"Small black dog that chases Gray Wing," - pg. 295 | Sooty.

"The three cats that Petal and Fox meet as kits," - pg. 4, bonus scene | Misty, Falcon, and Vine.

#lynxskip #lynxskip's rewrite #erin hunter #warrior cats #warriors #wc #waca #warrior cats rewrite #warriors rewrite #wc rewrite #waca rewrite #dawn of the colonies' #the sun trail #minor characters

[kirimoochi]

this is how it feels, to fall in love with you (pt 2).

₊˚ ᗢ kazuha x gn!reader, angst with a happy end.

⤷ based on d4vd's "this is how it feels."

The Raiden Shogun had tried everything in her power to break through the ice. She had hundreds of her soldiers line up with their weapons, hammering away at them with everything they had. She thought with their years of experience and training, they might have been able to break at least a single petal. But at last, even with months of trying, it never chipped. Even during hot summers, the ice never melted. It only rained small droplets of snowflakes. A special kind that would last a little longer than a regular one. 

Mothers and children found it interesting to see that they were shaped like maple leaves. The flower would always drop more and more during autumn. They began to wonder if the person inside once loved someone. And loved someone you did, dearly. As you live in his memories, he does in yours. 

The Shogun notes that it was a hydrangea flower. It was beautiful and prideful, every flower surrounding you seemed so meticulously crafted that even the wisest and oldest of Inazumans couldn’t replicate it. She understands from her scholars that they mean forgiveness. However, she does not know who it is directed to. She is certain that you were not begging her for forgiveness. For you were a hindrance to her plan. A thorn in her side to this idea of eternity. And now you remain encased in layers upon layers of ice, unable to be broken free from your prison.

Perhaps you were asking your husband for forgiveness. She laughs to herself. Someone of your noble status cares so much to a dying clan, sacrificing not only your family’s legacy but also your dignity for a fugitive. In this unbreakable ice, you will remain still for months, years even. It was humorous. She laughed a little while longer but couldn’t help but feel her voice die out shortly. A pitiful koto player who dreamed of playing the shamisen on open waves was reduced to nothing more but a statue placed on display. It was a cruel fate, she admits. To put you on a pedestal for all who oppose her. Though it was a lesson that needed to be taught. 

A sakura-colored fox likes to whisper in her ears though. Stories of your love for the autumn-colored man. She thinks of it as a tragic tale. Two lovers destined to be far apart. It has become popular with the small children and youth that she decides to push a small book about it. The Shogun dares not to dabble in such things. She does not see the meaning behind your sacrifice. Nor does she understand your desire past eternity. 

She presses her hand against the surface, feeling slightly sentimental. There was a strange sensation coming from you. Though your body may have frozen the tips of her fingers when she pushed hard against it, it sent shivers down her spine. The kind she could only feel when beside her beloved. She notes that beneath these layers of ice was the love that she longed for. Love that she couldn’t comprehend. When she stared at your floating body, she couldn’t help but press against the front of her chest, searching for a heartbeat. 

She wonders if these visions, blessed by her and her so-called acquaintances, possessed more than just control over these elements. If they could breathe with life just as humans did. Or even share aspirations. They could reflect a person’s inner being, something that she as a god couldn’t see. Perhaps this is why the Cryo Archon gave you her acknowledgment. She must have seen something in your future. Did she predict this lonesome future for you? Or did she save you? Was it your love that kept you away from the Shogun’s grasp?

Whatever the answer was, you would remain here, waiting for someone. 

When Kazuha steps foot into Inazuma once more, alongside the Traveler, he felt the winds call to him. They were louder than ever and so he decides to enter the courtyard with a small disguise. Tugging the large straw hat over his eyes, he glances around the small stores.

A lot of things haven’t changed, and he doesn’t think of it as something to be proud of. Shops that he has grown to love, and storefronts that housed hundreds of customers have all stayed the same. When he peers to the left, the smell of sweet dango entices him. It brings back memories from when you and he would walk through brightly lit festivals. 

Your hand once held onto his tightly as you smiled. He still remembers the beautiful yukata you wore during the summer, and how the moon shined a light on your skin. The feeling of your warm hand wrapped around his calloused fingers felt lovely. Your laughter had always cheered him up no matter how ugly you might think it sounds. Memories crept up on his mind and it took everything in his power to push them at bay. He wants to remain focused on this mission. For it would dictate the future of Inazuma. 

A small child pushes past him with a giggle. He watches as they held up a small snowflake, shaped like a maple leaf. His heart stops beating for a moment. The boy leaps up into his mother's arms as she coddles him, plucking the leaf from his hand and raising it to the sun. It slowly melts away as the two of them smile and leave. And with this, his legs push him towards the sound that grows louder. If he could describe what it sounded like, he would have said it was someone crying. He rushes past the crowd and reaches the center of Inazuma, where you rest peacefully encased in ice.

His eyes widen in horror as he runs towards your body. Men call out to him for his reckless behavior but his ears are deaf to the noise. His hands press against the surface desperately as he grows teary. If you were to see him now, would you still cry? Would you get mad at him for abandoning you? For not doing enough to get you off this wretched island? The cold doesn’t bother him as much as the ache in his heart. If anything, it was comforting. The only thing he could have felt from you. 

So this is where you were. 

Trapped in this ice structure for months on end. Alone. Crying. You were put on display for Inazuma to see. For them to receive your love that was meant only for him. He could feel his knees grow weak as he leans his forehead against the statue. His body was beginning to feel weak and his stomach was growing ill. He resists the urge to throw up. 

You look beautiful as ever. Even when you were caked in dirt and grime, when your clothes stayed the same as that night, you haven’t changed. Perhaps you’ve aged just slightly but it was nothing compared to your radiant smile that he so desperately wishes to see. Oh, how he wishes he could hear your shamisen. For those fingers to entangle themselves in his blond locks. To hold him close when he cries. 

He has never once forgotten about you. When he recites his poetry, he thinks of you. When he presses a leaf against his lips to create a melodious tune, it was for you. The Captain of the Crux Fleet had once asked him if he loved someone as dearly as he loved freedom. 

It did not take him long to conclude that he had loved you. Perhaps since the day you met him in the crowds after your performance. When the two of you shook hands underneath the glorious moonlight, or when he reached out, your name ripping itself from his throat on that very night, there were many times he fell in love with you. Days felt lonesome without your laughter. Hours were long without your songs. And minutes felt deafening. 

But he is here now, back in Inazuma to oppose the Raiden Shogun. Here to create the dream that you and he thought of. A place that the two of you could live freely in. He wants to hear your shamisen once more. To see you play over open skies with nothing more but a smile on your lips. He wants to see the look in your eyes when they shine with determination. 

He presses his lips against your icy statue, swearing that by the end of it all, he would return for you. Even if the lands were to shake with thunder, or the ground splits in half, he will remain by your side. Just as you’ve been waiting for him, he will wait for you. 

He leaves with a slight smile. Thankful that he was able to see you. 

The day the Vision Hunt Decree ended was the time Inazuma felt the blossom of a flower. The Raiden Shogun raised her head to the sky in interest, letting out a laugh as she stared down at the Kaedehara clan’s child. The look in her eyes said enough about the situation. The land of eternity watched as icy maple leaves fell from the clouds. 

When one lands on Kazuha’s hands, he took no time to run to the center of the courtyard. Traveler and his companion Gorou only looked at each other before chasing after the man. The two heard stories and were desperate to see if you had awoken from your slumber. 

Gasps and cries echoed throughout the land. The blond-haired man pushes through the crowd and held back his cries when he sees that the ice was melting. Water filled the courtyard as women and children watched in awe as soldiers break through the statue, freeing themselves. They are wet and confused, they look around as people gathered around.

Families ran towards their men, mothers holding their sons in their arms as they wept in joy. They were alive. Unscratched and scared of the future, but alive nonetheless. After months of praying they reunited with their children and fathers. It was a happy sight, the Traveler comments. What they were truly interested in though, was the way Kazuha slowly approached your figure. 

He pressed his hand against your exposed cheek, gliding his thumb against it softly as he whispers. From the waist down, the ice was still melting. He pushes back your hair to see your face. He sees that your chest was slowly breathing in the air once more, and it only takes a few more seconds until you open your eyes. With trembling hands, you reach out to hold onto him.

“You came back,” You whispered, albeit with a weak voice.

“I wouldn’t leave without you,” He pushes his forehead against yours, the warmth of his body comforting you. “I missed you.”

You laugh, unable to contain the happiness that has blossomed in your heart. He pulls you close to him as you smile brightly. He has grown much older now. A lot more mature than the last time you saw him. And you think that long hair fits him well. 

Holding onto your hand he kisses the ring on your finger, looking deep into your eyes as he smiles: “I love you.” 

A cheeky look you have. Pushing yourself forward, you wrap your arm around his neck, pressing his lips against yours for the first time in years. He felt his body melt alongside the ice. His now muscular arms reach for your waist, tugging you out of the ice as you both bask in the sunlight. 

“I love you too.” 

Tags! @maehemthemisfit ♡♡♡

#₊˚ ᗢ kirimoochi #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #kazuha #kazuha kaedehara x reader #kazuha kaedehara #kazuha x reader

[soralinklokidottirofmirkwood]

My little kit: Mommy Yae Miko x Baby kitsune reader.

Age: newborn. Reader Chan is a kitsune yokai with heterochromia. You are a newborn Kitsune Yokai found on the steps of the Narukami shrine and Miko is your chosen guardian.

Yae Miko is sitting in her office writing a new novel for the publishing house while eating stir-fried Udon with Sake.

Satisfied with her work she decided to take a break.

As she exited her office she saviors the peace and quiet of the shrine since she gave all her shrine maidens (including Nano) a vacation to Sumeru now that the vision hunt and Sakoku decree has been lifted.

Looking up at the sky she saw what looked to be a shooting star but it was getting closer "What in the seven?" She asked seeing the star getting closer and closer until it landed at the steps where the entrance is at.

Walking towards the entrance of the shrine to investigate Miko was relieved to see no damage but was shocked to see a basket with the cries of an infant inside.

Raising a brow, she walked over to the basket and gasped in surprise to see a baby girl with H/C hair, fox ears that were flattened on her head and a matching fluffy tail but what interested Miko the most were her eyes, one was Electro purple while the other was Pyro scarlet.

The poor baby looked to be newborn and the only thing keeping her warm was the thin blanket that was sloppily wrapped around her.

"Now where ever did you come from little one?" She asked walking towards the basket.

Upon hearing the voice you looked up at the pink haired lady walking towards you. Cooing curiously you began lifting your arms wanting her to pick you up "Oh well; you are adorable after all." She said gently taking you out of the basket and rewrapping the blanket around you and gently held you to her chest making you snuggled into her smelling the scent of the Sakura petals that fell everywhere.

In the shrine:

Miko puts the basket down and sat down on the sitting cushion with you in her arms now sound asleep.

Looking down at you she couldn't help but smile down at your chubby face as you snore gently warming her heart.

She pulls the blanket closer to you and saw from the corner a name engraved into it "Y/N! So that's your name?"

She said quietly until she saw a note in the basket that said "Dear Yae Miko! You have been chosen to be Y/N's new guardian. She is a newborn kitsune Yokai, is really playful and really loves almond milk. Love the other Yokai. PS try not to drink in front of her."

After reading the letter Miko couldn't help but smile and shake her head "Looks like I'm your new guardian little Kit." She said getting up to head for Inazuma city to buy almond milk 'Ei is going to love her.' She thinks to herself walking out of the shrine not wanting to glide afraid of dropping you.

10 weeks later:

You are in your new mother's arms visiting your new aunt Ei who is sitting on a seat cushion eating tri-colored dango "And that's how the traveler saved my shrine maidens from those Fungi in Sumeru." Miko finished the story her Shrine maidens told her during their time in Sumeru "I wonder how Kusanali is doing now that those sages who imprisoned her have been exposed!?" Ei said finishing the last of her Dango while you sat on your mothers lap drinking Almond milk "By the way how is Y/N doing in the shrine?" The ex electro archon asked patting your head earning a coo from you and a smile from her "She's doing wonderful! I managed to ask a traveling carpenter from Liyue to make her crib! And the shrine maidens lover her, including Sayu." Miko said proudly

Until she heard a yawn from you "Looks like it's someone's nap time." She said seeing you rube your eyes "you can lay her down right here." Ei said gesturing to a sleeping mat next to the table.

Miko gently put you down and kissed your forehead leaving a lipstick mark "Sleep well my Kit." She said as she and Ei continued to talk while you slept hugging your tail.

#yae miko #platonic #genshin #genshin impact inazuma #genshin impact raiden #baby reader

[burning-thistles-bt]

Hi! I was wondering if you had a list of all the canon paw-speak signs? I was wanting to make an index and maybe add my own signs

i should probably add this to the wiki haha

Cats -

Feathercloud - flutter of ears (like feathers on wings), plus tail wave (for cloud)

Graystripe - fluff back fur and flick tail towards back (cause he’s fluffy)

Cricketheart - stand on tippytoes briefly (like a cricket hopping)

Dappletail - flicking tail up and down twice stiffly (also means mother)

Runningwind - three rapid, short pawswipes

Redtail - flicking tail left and right stiffly (also means father)

Fireheart - move front paw upwards, semi-above head (like fire bursting)

Ravenwing - raising paw upward at an angle (like a bird rising)

Barley - drawing paw across whiskers (also means wheat/long stalk of grass)

Brackenfur - bristling of fur with a paw outstretched

Tigerclaw - mouth pulled back in a silent roar and claws splayed out

Snowpaw - paw moving side to side and downwards (like snow falling)

Bluestar - draw a line on forehead (also means leader)

Bramblepaw - weird whisker twitching

Tulippaw- toes splayed out with palm forward (means flower/petals)

(continued under cut)

Roles -

Leader - draw a line on forehead

Queen - flicking tail up and down twice stiffly (also means mother); can also double tap belly with front paw (meaning pregnant)

Apprentice - raised paw

Prey -

Mouse - forepaws quickly tapping with whiskers twitching

Locations/Groups -

ThunderClan - tail shoots up and bristles

RiverClan - wave tails slowly side to side like waves

ShadowClan - ears flat and tail flat, waving side to side stiffly

WindClan - ears forward with tail rippling up and down

StarClan - upward curled tail and staring upwards

Dark Forest - downward curved tail and staring downwards

Owl Tree - staring upwards with big eyes

Great Sycamore - standing tall on back legs

Movements/Attacks -

(generally same as canon)

Fight/attack - quick paw swipe with tail raised suddenly

Hunt - slow paw swipe with tail low

Paw rotating - again/repeat

Enemies -

Fox - ears flip all the way back, muzzle curls into snarl

Badger - down low, lumber around

Dog - wrinkling nose

Emotions -

Happy/good - upwards kinked tail

Bad/mean/rude - downwards kinked tail

Sad/upset - ears and tail flat/drooping

Evil/unforgivable - claws unsheathing and paw curling downwards

Agreement - a nod with rapidly twitching whiskers and perked ears

Alert/startled - tail kinking towards back with ears forward

Crazy/stupid - whiskers droop and curl and ears twitch downward

Questions -

Why/What/How - Multiple whisker twitches, curled inwards

Where - ears rotating/swiveling

When - point at sky and make a circle (like the moon)

“Okay?” - whiskers twitch upwards

Other/Miscellaneous -

Pregnant - double tap belly with front paw

Death/dead/killed - left paw swipe with claws curled in

“I love you” - paw on chest and slow blink

“Thanks” (quick/brief) - whiskers twitching with a sharp nod

“Thank you” (meaningful) - bowed head, closed/blinking eyes, with whiskers twitching

Dare - circular motion over chest

“Well done”/”Good job” - paw on chest, moved quickly left

Greeting/”Hello” - paw wave or whisker twitch

They/them/a group - paw splayed out, showing toes, gesturing to group if present

“Absolutely”/for certain - sharp tail flick

Run - One leg jerked outwards

Hide - One leg/paw curved underneath body

Again/repeat - paw swung around in a circular motion

Of course - raised paw, toes moved in a repeated swirling motion

Howl(ing) - lips pursed and nose turned upwards (mini howl)

Quarter-moon - crescent shape made w/ claw

Interesting/strange - same sign with whiskers

#lolling response #pawspeak #sign language #cat sign language #burning thistles #burning thistles au #feathercloud #snowflight #snowpaw #snowkit #featherkit #asked and answered #indecisiveeevee

[ricardian-werewolf]

Chapter 6: Holy water cannot help you now

Ao3 Link Summary: As the aftermath of the attack on Keramzin comes to the forefront, there is a reflection across Ravka of their Sankta Sol's martyrdom.

Chapter below cut:

After. As the darkness claimed her, the Girl knew this black void was not the end. More, a sleep. The soft, tranquil stillness of a coma. She had fought so long, so hard, and deserved a chance to lick her wounds. The knife to her chest had torn into her heart, but a flicker of sunlight healed the skin before the Darkling could notice.

As she slipped in and out of the inky black, her faithful came from out of the woodwork to settle the girl’s body upon a gold-encrusted litter and laid her upon sheets of gold satin and silks. From there, she was carried by her faithful Soldat Sol across Ravka to the place of her birth. Her friends and allies accompanied her, the gold-eyed twins at her side no matter the day or night. Millions flooded the Dva Stolba valley, chanting her name until their voices were hoarse, and yet screamed still more. Mothers wept, tore at their garments as her litter was carried past village and town alike. Men removed their caps and clutched the icons of her form - the stag’s antlers cast in a halo around her head. The icon showed the fetter on both wrists as she cast a glow of sunlight. 

All while, the girl slept and dreamed of a fox-prince with golden hair and hazel eyes. He, too, slept. Buried beneath the ice-sheet of the Ash Tree, brought into a coma through their shared tether. The darkness did not sink its claws into him the way the girl feared. In its stead, the darkness loved her prince the way it could never love her. Time healed all wounds. The girl knew that like a surgeon’s scalpel, the darkness was seeking to cut from her prince the tumor that had festered in his soul for so long. 

The Darkling had evaded fate once again, leaving the orphanage of the girl’s youth a smoldering ruin. Into his embrace he had taken the Grisha children, promising brimstone and hellfire to follow if anyone made to move against them. But, one did. Sturmhond, the wolf of the seas, made the Darkling’s plans to attack the Firebird’s nest a near impossibility. The First Army, of its Otkazat’sya men and women, raised new banners in the name of the Sun Saint:

A fox circling a sunburst, all backed in the deep green of the Little Prince. 

They took up their guns and sabres once more, and marched into the fog of war to bring glory to their war-torn home. All while worshiping her name and offering prayers of healing for the soul of the girl who had become their savior.

Little girls scattered fire-flower petals on the grasses of the Firefalls as the Apparat, returned from his holy exile, proclaimed the Sankta Sol in a place beyond what mere man knew. She was not at the Making of the Heart of the World, not yet.

Nor would she be. For the tether that stretched between the Little Saint and Little Prince was a bond that could not be cleaved even by death. As long as the other loved their half, they would not die. The Little Prince was too clever to evade death’s scythe. He would be the one to plunge into the underworld, guided by the girl’s light, and they would emerge.

Together. 

She would not let the Darkling rule another day. He would face his fate, whether with the steel of a Grisha blade or cold bullet of a rifle. It would be up to the girl to undo the pain and misery that had swallowed her country and people whole. She would live.

She would rise, become the savior her people needed. It was time to come out from under her old matron’s skirts. The Girl would waken, and she would have at her side a king who would crown her in cloths of gold and fox-fur, impress into her skin the prayers of a man who loved her for who she was. His word was holy oath, more than even the Apparat’s cries. 

Her faithful would come for her, and she for him. This much was something that could be written in the stars, in the compass that pointed ever truly north, and the ring upon the girl’s finger that only the red-haired girl of one eye and many scars recognized.

Her friends and allies would disperse, and would return to the lives of outlaws and miscreants intent on surviving. But from her place of rest and enshrinement, they would emerge crowned in the certainty that the Sun Saint had not forsaken her most beloved of peoples. She had not failed them once ere this.

Now she would not either.

Carried up in the flames of the firefalls, the litter carrying the girl was deconstructed, and a dome of the finest Fabrikator made glass placed over the bed. In its becoming of a coffin, the falls were parted and the coffin placed into a cave lit by the stalagmites that dripped down from its ceiling. Then, the cave was sealed, prayers were finally offered, and the crowd drew away in reverence for their martyred saint.

All across her homeland, church-bells sang songs of mourning, calling the faithful to mass and supplicants to kneel at their shrines. All to beg for the soul of the girl who was an icon. 

Inside the coffin, the girl touched the fetter at her wrist and the collar at her neck. 

A smile touched her face. In her ear, she heard a voice whisper.

“Rest well, Sunshine.” The girl’s laugh was a silent one, but it brought mirth to her. She closed her eyes again, and let the darkness carry her down into a world only the Little Prince and she knew. There, she would be home. Orpheus had found her Eurydice. She would strum her lyre and sing sweet songs of the return of a fox-king and a sun-queen. 

Those who heard her song would know of her return, and carry in their breasts the sacredness of such a gospel sung by a girl unto whom death nor the Darkling could touch. 

#nikolai lantsov #shadow and bone #my fic #Alina starkov #Nikolina #wyn rambles #wyn writes #I will follow you into the dark

[sunnysolebunnie]

Floral Sims Legacy Challenge

Welcome!

Welcome to my sims legacy challenge! I know a few challenges have been made around floriograhphy but hey, I wanted to give it a go too! All the sims are based around an aspect of nature within the sims - some more obvious than others. The most important thing is enjoying this challenge - don’t worry if things go awry and you don’t complete it all! A flower can lose a petal and still flourish, as can you with this challenge! 

Some general rules here, no big deal if you bend them a little

Cheats can be used, just not excessively

If you have an extra traits mod, spouses can have more traits but please keep to just 3 with the heirs!

The heir can be any gender unless stated otherwise

With each gen, start with 20,000 - spend as much as you want building/furnishing a house or move into a premade starter and save your simoleons

Please use the lot traits if specified however if none are you can use any! If there are traits specified feel free to use any more around it, but give priority slots to specified ones!

There is a little hint for each generation

{source for flower meanings: ‘Floriography’ by Jessica Roux}

Packs needed for this challenge:

Sorry, there are quite a few, originally this was going to be just for me! I might one day make a base game version!

Get to Work [EP:1]

Get Together [EP:2]

City Living [EP:3]

Cats and Dogs [EP:4]

Seasons [EP:5]

Island Living [EP:7]

Eco Lifestyle [EP:9]

Cottage Living [Ep:11]

Vampire [GP:4]

Parenthood [GP:5]

Dream home Decorator [GP:10]

Nifty Knitting [SP:17]

G1  Bluebell

 Flower meaning: Humility; faithfulness

Colours: Lilac, pale blue

Just as many generations before you, you’ve always longed to be a housewife. The idea of serving your family is a dream and now you are finally an adult, it’s time to achieve your dream. You set off to find the man of your dreams. The only problem? You’re deathly shy!

  Traits: Family-oriented, Loyal, and Loner

  Aspiration: Big happy family

  Career: Stay-At-Home-Mother

  Rules:

Must start with a Female, young adult

Must complete aspiration

Must marry before adulthood

Max cooking, parenting and knitting skill

Never get a job - the husband can

Have 5+ children - knit them each an item of clothing for each birthday

Have a large garden of vegetables

Hint:  Children with level 4 mental skill can help plant - all children can water plants

G2  Snapdragon

 Flower meaning: Presumption

Colours: Red, pink

Growing up, you saw your parents care for the garden and longed to do the same. Now you’re older, your dreams of being a farmer can finally come true. You love your plants and animals - they are your only friends after all! Though some may say your prioritise them over your family…

  Traits: Animal lover, Loves outdoors, and Loner

  Aspiration: Country caretaker

  Career: Gardening career - botanist

  Rules:

Win a chicken competition

Always live in Henford-on-Bagley once a young adult

Have a large garden - always have at least 1 farm animal once a young adult

Only adopt children - have a better relationship with animals than children

Max gardening career (botanist branch)

Max gardening and handiness skill

Befriend a rabbit, bird, and fox, and have them help with gardening - have no sim friends (Not including family sims)

Hint: Dogs can help scare off foxes if there are too many

G3  Honeysuckle

 Flower meaning: Devotion; affection

Colours: Yellow, peach

Your parents spent much more time caring for their garden when you were younger, and so you spent much more time making friends within the neighbourhood. However, you could never deny the beauty of seeing all the flowers blooming during the summer. Now you’ve moved to a near by town and are living in the heart of the city. Times might be difficult but you always have your friends to care for you.

  Traits: Dance machine, Insider, and Lactose intolerant

  Aspiration: Leader of the pack

  Career: Gardener (Floral designer branch)

  Rules:

Live in the main town of Windenburg once a Young adult

Once a teen, go to the cafe at least once a week, and go to the club every friday night

Join at least one club

Max Flower arranging, charisma and dancing skill

Own a retail store selling flower arrangements

Have 5+ friends and maintain good contact

Have lots of partners when a young adult, but once an adult fall in love with and marry your childhood best friend

Hint: Buy a completely plain lot to start your retail - all you’ll need is 1+ flower arrangements and a cash register

G4  Daisy

 Flower meaning: Innocence; childhood; purity

Colours: White and pale yellow

Your parents were always very popular, growing the most beautiful flowers. This inspired you to want to center all decor and rooms within your home around beautiful plants. Now, you have the opportunity to bring the joy and beauty of flowers and plants into the lives of many sims.

  Traits: Maker, Art lover, and Vegetarian

  Aspiration: Master Maker

  Career: Interior Decorator

  Rules:

Max fabrication, floral arrangement and photography skill

Always live in an apartment with a balcony - grow flowers on the balcony

Have lots of floral prints

Make floral arrangements with your parent every sunday whilst still living at home

Fall in love with your childhood sweetheart and get promised whilst a teen

Use candles as your main source of lighting within the bedroom and living room

Attend the romance festival everytime it is on (unless impossible eg on holiday, a death etc)

Hint: The romance festival is in the fashion district - living here might make it easier to visit

G5  Zinnia

 Flower meaning: Everlasting friendship

Colours: Bright Orange, Bright purple

Ahh, the city. What an inspiring place. Full of people who really grind your gears, but hey! At least you can always trust your little cat and dog friends to be there for you. But seeing them hurt? Now your heart is set, it's calling you… you need to be a vet. You set off with a little cash to set up your own vet clinic, but now you seem to be gaining a good reputation with the animals, because they keep showing up at your home…

  Traits: Animal enthusiast, Vegetarian, and Hot-headed 

  Aspiration: Friend of the animals

  Career: Vet

  Rules:

Open a vet clinic

Max pet training and veterinary skill

Achieve a 5-star level vet clinic

Always have the lot traits cat and dog hangout once moving out

Finish the feather collection

Conceive your child in the lighthouse

Once a young adult, always have at least one plant of catnip

Hint: Feathers can be collected by both Sims and pets

G6  Ashphodel

 Flower meaning: My regrets follow you to the grave

Colours: White; Dark Blue

Being self-sufficient when it comes to food has always been a dream for you. Unfortunately, when it comes to your families lineage of green thumbs… you fall a bit short. In a burst of anger at your lack of gardening talent, you go to the nearest water bank, and see a fish. This lights a spark in you, and now you seem to always be fishing!

  Traits: Hot-headed, Loves outdoors, and Slob

  Aspiration: Angling Ace

  Career: Fisherman (part time)

  Rules:

Finish the fish collection

Max fishing, cooking and gourmet skill

Cook using fish at least once a week once a young adult

Enter and conceive your first child in the secret lot in willow creek

Fall in love when a young adult/adult but don’t marry until an elder

Always have a pond in your garden, but never any plants

Become best friends with a mermaid and have an affair with them

Hint: The secret lot is by a very special tree in the cheapest area of willow creek - the fish there are worth more

G7  Sweetpea

 Flower meaning: Thank you for a lovely time

Colours: Mauve; lavender

Watching those cute little fish as a child was always resonated with you maybe more than others. But seeing the way your parent would end up killing them? That made you M-A-D! Now, you’ve gotten a fresh start - its time to relax in the fresh seas of Sulani and befriend the natives! Hey, maybe you might even discover something about yourself whilst you’re there too…

  Traits: Child of the ocean, Hot-headed, and Child of the island (and Mermaid)

  Aspiration: Beach life

  Career: Conservationist

  Rules:

Befriend a dolphin

Complete the seashell collection

Achieve a 4+ star rating on doing odd jobs

Save the world by being a conservationist

Grow a coconut or pineapple! Or maybe even more than one…

Always live in Sulani once a young adult but choose to sleep in water

Befriend all village locals Sulani - its good to be friendly

Hint: You can clean up the beaches without being a conservationist - it might be a good idea to get a head start and start as a teen!

G8  Edelweiss

 Flower meaning: Courage; Daring

Colours: White; cream

Your parent was inspirational - they saved your whole island! But… know the harsh reality of seeing the state of the rest of the world has dawned on you. Well, you know what they say, go big or go home! You want to bring this eco-madness far out of just Sulani!

  Traits: Green Fiend, Recycle Disciple, and Maker

  Aspiration: Eco Innovator

  Career: Civil Designer

  Rules:

Live in evergreen harbour and achieve all green zones

Live off the grid with the reduce and recycle lot trait

Own Beetles once a young adult

Max the juice fizzing and fabrication skill

Using influence and convincing, win the NAP on Modern development in [Conifer station / Grims Quarry / Port Promise]

Have a green eco print on your lot

Max Civil designer career

Hint: The natural well trait is really useful - as well as the dew collector and solar panels

G9  Clematis

 Flower meaning: Ingenuity; cleverness

Colours: Pale pink; pale purple

With the air finally clear, now you can see the stars. It’s beautiful, right? But you can’t help it, you are longing for more. What’s beyond our planet? Through hard-work and dedication, perhaps you can finally get up to space. Maybe it will be phenomenal? Who knows?

  Traits: Ambitious, Overachiever, and Genius

  Aspiration: Nerd Brain

  Career: Scientist

  Rules:

Go to SIXAM

Max rocket science skill and fully upgrade rocket

Woohoo in space

Finish the space rock collection

Grow a fang flower, glow orb and quill fruit

Befriend and take in an alien

Max the scientist career

Hint: To get to sixam, you need to be level 10 of the scientist career!

G10  Hellebore

 Flower meaning: We shall overcome scandal and slander

Colours: Black; ruby

You never were afraid of the dark, were you? I guess it’s hard to be when your parent lives up in the dark of space. But did you cross the boundary when you befriended a vampire, and asked them to turn you? Maybe… who knows? Thing is, drinking from people is so much more awkward than it looks. Luckily, plasma fruit and plasma packs are the best! 

  Traits: Clumsy, Music Lover, and Gloomy (and vampire)

  Aspiration: Master Vampire

  Career: None - part time jobs can be done if hours are within 6 pm to 6 am

  Rules:

Be turned into a vampire as a teen or young adult

Graft a death flower - save your lover from death of old age (or early demises) and then turn them so you can be in love forever

Resist drinking from anyone - only use plasma fruit and plasma packs (recommended to grow plasma fruit on lot)

Unlock the ‘guilty drinker’ and ‘sloppy drinker’ weakness

Max the vampire lore and pipe organ skill

Become a grand master vampire

Complete the elements collection

Hint: Vampires with a maxed vampiric strength skill can crush crystals and metals so you don’t have to send them to the lab -it's much quicker!

#the sims legacy #the sims community #the sims 4 #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 legcay #ts4 gameplay #ts4 challenge #the sims 4 gameplay #the sims 4 challenge #the sims 4 legacy #ts4 legacy challenge #the sims 4 legacy challenge

[kiwistickers]

Another rarepair: Clovertail X Petalnose <3

There is something so sweet about nursery queen pairings in general but I really have a soft spot for these two minor SkyClan characters~ <3

In Firestar's Quest, Clover and Petal are both cats who join the rebuilt with their kits. Clovertail was a loner seeking shelter from a fox attack, and Petalnose was a kittypet who was ill-treated by her owners and was rescued by Rainfur and Firestar. But after Rainfur is killed in the rat attack I feel like Clovertail would be a major comfort in her grieving process as they are both single mothers now.

They are currently up for vote in a twitter rarepair tournament hosted by lunefalls - there are 20 hours left as of posting if you'd like to vote for them!

Kits included in picture -

Bouncefire

Sagenose & Mintfur

Rockshade & Tinycloud

#warrior cats #wc #skyclan #clovertail #petalnose #rarepair #bouncefire #sagenose #mintfur #rockshade #tinycloud #firestar's quest

[afrenchaugurey]

I have ZERO self control... So I wrote this one this morning, and made a quick and incomplete translation...

It's supposed to be in a modern and non magical AU, but this snippet can be read as magical too, I guess...

Unlike the oppressing atmosphere that had made Newt leave the house, the estate’s park garnered him softly.

The passerines interpreted their most magnificent symphony, embellished with the solos performed by turtledoves, foxes, squirrels and cuckoos; punctuated by the delicate percusion of the drizzle on the foliage. All the sounds seemed hung, put in a tenuous mute by the moisture bubble he just entered (almost by effraction, he had the feeling). His senses got carried away : by the humus’ smells that saturated them, by the scent of the roses revealed by the diamonds fell from the sky on their petals and their leaves, by the fragrance of the grass bent under the drops’ burden, or, at a distance in the glasshouse, by the blossoming orange trees’ perfume which flowers opened as many stars, offering an unrivaled spectacle for his nose as much as for his eyes. How could he choose just one ?

Alone, in the middle of this effervescent nature, he surprisingly enjoyed a break, a suspended moment during the storm happening in his brain, in the raging ocean of his contradictory feelings. The thin droplet that bounced on the leaves before quietly landing on his skin, or in a gentle lapping on his cheekbones, offered him a pure bliss moment, a welcomed rest. Newt raised his eyes to the sky, where the day just started to show up, revealing beautiful grey shades. The soft textures from the fluffy clouds danced on the heavens’ canva as much as on his skin, offering him even more comfort than his beloved thick cover Nan Miriam had knitted. On the ground, another ballet was coordinating. Snails exited their mother-of-pearl house to enjoy the wetness day, feasting in the greenish sea decorated with a thousand watery lanterns the garden had draped itself with to celebrate their springtime banquet. 

In the distance, the rain drew an abstract ephemeral painting on the familial house’s walls, a map to fantastic and unknown lands, maybe, that only the instant’s magic would have the power to reveal, before the inevitable sunny spell made it disappear. 

Overwhelmed with sensations, flooded by his own emotions, Newt sat against a tree, directly on the ground, and contacted Mother Earth. He let himself get carried inside this calming whirlwind, eyelids closed, lips half opened, his fingers wandering through the soaked grass that allowed water dribbles and insects to jump on his naked arms.

As his inside dragon stepped back, pacifiated, renouncing to burst Newt’s skin and ravage everything with his destructing flames, the man breath modeled on the reflux’s rhythm, became more and more slow and wide, a new voice to the current concert, given just for himself (he believed) that morning. 

(well the clothes don't fit at all, but I love these pictures too much)

#fantastic beasts #newt scamander #fantastic beasts and where to find them #autistic newt scamander #synesthesia #at least a bit #completely self indulgent #I love rain #I crave for rain this year #newtina #but not here #fic : return to life #fantastic beasts fanfic

[lightning-of-farosh]

Incurable Homesickness

AU: Marin wished the world of BOTW into existence

A fox appeared to a woman in a dream.

I am a spirit of the magic that resides within this land, they told her. An echo of things that were, that are, and that could be.

You must go to the mountain where the lights of the night come from the earth instead of the sky. Climb to the praying peak to the pond that holds an ever-blossoming tree.

The woman held everything and nothing close for she could fit her whole world in her dream-hands even though they stayed empty. What about my son? What about our lives? We have a home, here. We have a future.

Black eyes looked up at her and the edges of the fox’s body swirled away into soft, crimson smoke. It was whisked away by darkness and the faint, kind melody of an ocarina. Trees passed by in her mind’s eye; tall ones with broad, sliced leaves and ones with heavy branches baring round, red apples. They were swallowed up by the sea, by a storm, by a crack of lightning and the massive shadow of a beast she couldn’t see.

The woman woke to the cry of a seagull and clutched her blanket to her chest. The wind howled against the stone walls, battering at the wooden shutters and the frame of the door. Rain pattered against the roof and she could feel the humidity sticking to her shoulders and neck even as she wound her long, red hair into a bun.

Beside her—curled up on a bedroll of reeds and feather down—a boy slept through the rumbling thunder.

oOo

It did not rain the day they left their home behind. The woman managed to gather enough rupees by selling herbs and insects and uncut gems scavenged from the cliffs to get enough funds for a single, old horse. A few people stopped by—but only a few. She was on the outskirts of the village, a stranger to most and an outsider to even more with her long, red hair and freckled, pale skin.

With a small goodbye to their neighbours, they were off on an adventure; the woman, her boy, and their horse.

oOo

A campfire crackled beneath the moon, sparks rising from the wood to become small, glimmering stars before they vanished into nothing. Sitting beside it was a young woman who was on her way to find answers to questions she didn’t know she had. In her lap was a small boy. He had been wrapped in various blankets to keep him warm in the stray night chill and keep his arms pinned at his sides. It didn’t seem necessary as he sat still without complaint, letting deft fingers braid wildflowers into his almost-gold blonde hair. Together, the boy and his mother hummed a song that had been lost to the ocean’s waves; one of shipwrecks and storms, of dreams and wishes.

Wandering through the trees, their horse snorted and pawed at the ground. Rain had left the dirt soft and there were tracks from beasts peppering the woodland trails.

“Mama?” The boy leaned his head back to look up at the woman. Petals drifted from his makeshift crown with the movement: one even slid down his nose, fluttering on his breath.

“Yes, Link?”

He curled against her. Various birds cawed in the trees as insects buzzed and sang in the underbrush. “Can you tell me a story?”

“A story?” She tapped a finger against her chin and tilted her eyes to the sky, pretending to be in deep thought. Stars winked between the leaves, watching them with billion-year amusement. “It’s very late,” Her voice was soft. “And you told me you were so tired that you couldn’t move another muscle.”

“But I won’t be moving, Mama,” Link grinned at her with a small, impish smile that made the corners of his eyes squint and his nose crinkle. “You’d be the one telling the story!”

The woman laughed in surprised delight, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I suppose that’s true,” she said and wrapped her arms around his little torso, holding him close to her chest. “What type of story would you like to hear?”

Link leaned up, lowering his voice to a whisper-that-wasn’t. “The one about the seagull and the island,” he said, eyes wide and reflecting the amber of the fire. “Please?”

“Again?” His mother gasped, ruffling his hair and sending petals flying everywhere. He giggled, unable to squirm away from her hold as they toppled backward onto their bedroll. “I suppose I could tell it again.” One hand ran down the boy’s back, counting his breaths as he wiggled closer, pressing against her ribs as if he could curl up next to her heart.

Silver moonlight dripped through the leaves, trickling down the jagged, arching trunks of durian and palm trees. The sounds of the night filled the shadows and stone, creating a music that sung of heat and lightning and rain. The fire continued on as the horse snorted and settled.

“Once upon a time,” the woman said, her voice drifting between shifting plants and night birdsong, “There was an island, a boy, and a seagull...”

#The legend of Zelda #fabulist tales #Link's Awakening