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I know I don't use this account a lot, but I am still working on my Warrior Cats Crime and "Paw"nishment AU, (or, more accurately, I'm rereading the book and thinking about it; the project is very much on the back burner as I am currently working on mainly my OC fanfic) but I probably won't post very much for a while. This account never got very much attention, so I'm okay with leaving it dormant for a little while. See yall later!

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Need Advice!

As I work more on Indigostar's Corruption, I'm trying to add in scenes that really convey that, even though Indigopaw is being treated unfairly by ThunderClan, his anger issues are extreme and often explosive overreactions that only serve to alienate him from the clan even more. I've been trying my best to do this without making the text come across like an edgy fanfic and I'm honestly not sure if I'm achieving that. Some feedback would be appreciated!

Here's one such segment I'm unsure about:

Indigopaw sat back down and watched Falconsong leave through the thorn tunnel, his tail tip flicking. Why does he always do that? It’s like he’s already prepared to get angry at me before I’ve even done anything! He was pulled from his thoughts, however, when he noticed Branchpaw and Barkpaw coming his way, both looking as if they’d just woken up. He felt a small spark of resentment that they’d always been allowed to sleep in later than Falconsong ever let him sleep.

Indigopaw picked up his vole and started to move away from the two older apprentices, not wanting to have anything to do with either of them right now; neither of the brothers had really warmed up to Indigopaw, and he suspected they never would, seeing as they were due to graduate training any day now. He stopped in his tracks, however, when Branchpaw called out to him. “Hey, Indigopaw, are you going to the gathering tonight?” 

Indigopaw dropped his vole and turned to face the brothers, a suspicious glint in his eyes. “Yeah. Why do you care?” He scoffed. Barkpaw ignored his brother, choosing a squirrel from the pile, while Branchpaw went on. “Jeez, is it a crime just to talk to you? I was only asking.” Indigopaw felt his stomach tighten with anger. I just wanna be left alone! “Why do you suddenly care what I do?” Indigopaw hissed, flattening his ears. “I liked it better when you didn’t talk to me.” Branchpaw just snorted at the younger apprentice, turning to the prey pile and picking a mouse for himself. The tightness and anger in Indigopaw’s belly migrated to his chest, where it simmered and sparked like the first blazes of a forest fire. Indigopaw felt like he would suffocate from the smoke, his eyes threatening to water, his heart pounding.

“Don’t ignore me!” He snarled, stalking forward. He didn’t even realize until he started moving that his claws had unsheathed themselves at some point. Barkpaw and Branchpaw both looked up at him, Barkpaw looking nervous, and Branchpaw looking a bit surprised, but not at all scared. Somehow, Barkpaw’s fear and Branchpaw’s lack of fear both only served to strengthen Indigopaw’s anger. “What are you gonna do, attack me, like you did Volepaw?” Branchpaw growled, staring at Indigopaw with a challenge in his eyes.

Suddenly, Indigopaw realized something, and he stopped in front of the two older apprentices, truly detesting Branchpaw at that moment.  “You’re trying to keep me from attending the gathering, aren’t you?” Indigopaw hissed quietly, his pupils slits as he stared Branchpaw down. Branchpaw glanced at his brother, looking confused for a moment. “What?” He asked, chuckling slightly in disbelief. What a stupid act! Indigopaw’s mind whispered furiously. “It won’t work, fleabrain,” Indigopaw growled. “I’m going to the gathering. We’ll see how forgiving I’m feeling after that.”

With that, Indigopaw turned and padded away as if he’d only been having a conversation with the two apprentices, grabbing his vole on the way. He felt both Branchpaw’s and Barkpaw’s gazes on him as he made his way to the apprentice’s den, but Indigopaw ignored them. It may have appeared to the two brothers that Indigopaw was just trying to be ominous, but the truth of the matter was that he simply couldn’t afford to let his temper boil over like that again. He was going to the gathering, come hell or high water.

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If you’re having writers block…READ!!!! CONSUME MEDIA

I feel like I don’t hear that given enough as advice for writers block..just read? Watch tv? Movies? Find inspiration in media.

Writers block is a lack of inspiration, so go collect more.

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True but the last thing I want is for a bunch of filmbros to shit all over it lolz

''what if my writing isn't good eno--'' what if it's a reflection of your soul. what if it has a place in this world. what if you write it anyway

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How come I gotta write two whole pages before I know I don't even want to start my book this way anymore

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This got buried under my reblogs so I'm reblogging it

Apprentice Training Session w/ Indigo and Vole

Volepaw placed himself across the clearing from Indigopaw and gave the other apprentice a challenging look. What an arrogant kit, Indigopaw thought to himself. How did Volepaw expect to win a mock battle against him? He returned the challenging look, head low and eyes sharp. “Three, two, one,” Falconsong counted down this time, emphasizing “one”. Indigopaw sprang into action, moving quickly across the clearing to topple Volepaw, who cried out in surprise. Indigopaw probably wasn’t as fast as a WindClan cat, but he could feel the power in his legs as he crashed into the smaller apprentice.

Volepaw writhed but was unable to weasel his way out. Indigopaw (making sure his claws were sheathed, even if he thought the rule was a bit stupid) batted at Volepaw’s face. Ha! If this were a real battle, I’d have taken his eye out, Indigopaw crowed to himself. Seeming to realize his strategy wasn’t working, Volepaw suddenly shifted his weight to his lower half, using his back legs to rabbit-kick at Indigopaw’s stomach. Indigopaw felt the breath go out of him and stumbled off of the younger apprentice with a raspy hiss of irritation. 

Volepaw now had the upper claw, and it was clear that he knew it. Not sparing a second, he sprang at Indigopaw, the blunt force causing Indigopaw to collapse to the ground just like Volepaw had only moments ago under Indigopaw’s attack. Feeling suddenly trapped, Indigopaw felt an alarmingly uncharacteristic bolt of terror run through him, and his fur stood on end. All of his survival instincts taking over and telling him to fight back as fast as possible, Indigopaw snarled as viciously as he could muster and used his forepaws to shove Volepaw off of him. Volepaw toppled easily under Indigopaw’s weight, and Indigopaw was able to roll the both of them so that he was on top again. Adrenaline coursing through his veins and making his pelt feel electric, Indigopaw drew back one unsheathed claw and brought it down harshly onto Volepaw’s exposed neck, gathering speed as the attack fell and landed. Volepaw yowled with shock and pain.

Almost instantaneously, however, Indigopaw felt a much heavier weight crash into his side. It was Falconsong, and Indigopaw was snapped quickly out of his terror-driven instinct as his mentor loomed over him. Indigopaw got to his feet slowly. “Indigopaw, what have I told you?” Falconsong shouted, his eyes practically blazing. Indigopaw whipped his head around to stare at Volepaw, who was now crouching and backing away from him, blood starting to drip down his neck, looking both angry and terrified. 

Even though he knew he should feel bad, Indigopaw couldn’t help the bit of satisfaction it gave him. I did that… He thought. I sure showed him! He looked back at Falconsong. “I didn’t mean to!” He defended himself, frowning at his mentor. “You really think I’d do that on purpose?!” Falconsong stared incredulously at his apprentice. “It sure looked like you did! You need to apologize, now!” Indigopaw couldn't help but be reminded of the last time Falconsong had demanded an apology from him; this time seemed to him to be equally undeserved. He looked over at the other apprentices and mentors. Barkpaw and Branchpaw had similar shocked and indignant expressions, while their mentors both looked horrified. Weaselfang just glared at Indigopaw, who looked back to his mentor insolently.

“I’m not apologizing for something I didn’t even mean to do,” He insisted, claws gritting into the plush grass underfoot. Falconsong growled low in his throat, staring his apprentice down, but Indigopaw told himself he wouldn’t be swayed. This is ridiculous! What more is to be expected when you try to put us into “fake” battles! My instinct is to attack for real. The standstill only lasted a few heartbeats before Doeleap stepped forward. “Why doesn’t Indigopaw just take Volepaw to the medicine den? I’m okay with leaving Branchpaw with Fernfoot and taking them…” She gave Falconsong a look that Indigopaw couldn’t read. It looked like she was subtextually asking him something. He met her gaze for a moment before turning back to his apprentice.

“Fine,” Was all he said, though he was still staring daggers at his apprentice. Indigopaw turned to Volepaw, wanting to roll his eyes. He’s totally overreacting! Now we have to waste time we could be using to train just so Volepaw can ‘feel better’... He scoffed. “Okay. Get up.” Volepaw, still glaring, stood and stalked over to Doeleap. The younger tom kept Indigpaw in his sights on the whole walk back, putting on what Indigopaw saw as a ridiculous show of fear and hurt. “You faker!” Indigopaw exclaimed as soon as they were out of the clearing, looking around Doeleap to stare at Volepaw.

“You’re barely even hurt! You’re just overreacting to get me in trouble!” It had to be true. Volepaw had been a dramatic liar ever since Indigopaw had first met him; it was all his fault the clan hated Indigoppaw! “I am not!” Volepaw retorted, fur brushing up to make Volepaw look slightly less puny. “You went for my throat. You could have killed me!” He looked irate, which only served to fuel Indigopaw’s own anger. Doeleap squared her shoulders and glared at Indigopaw. “Be quiet! You’ve caused enough trouble as it is. I won’t be surprised if Frizzypelt gives you an earful,” She scolded. Indigopaw gritted his teeth. No one ever had anything nice to say to him, it seemed.

“Frizzypelt?” He mewed, changing the subject. “Is that our medicine cat?” Whoever they were, their name sounded absolutely ridiculous. “Our medicine cat. Not yours,” Volepaw growled quietly, not even looking at Indigopaw when he said it, as if he weren’t even talking to him. Indigopaw glanced at Doeleap, who made no notion that she’d heard what Volepaw had said, despite the fact that she was standing closer to him than Indigopaw was. “Yes, Frizzypelt is ThunderClan’s medicine cat,” She said flatly. Indigopaw stared at the ground, his tail tip flicking slightly, and stayed that way for the whole journey back.

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Drugging my life partner with antidepressants is my love language, actually

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Crow is the ultimate gender, actually

Does the gender of your Tumblr profile pic/pvp/avatar match your irl gender? Yes, No, Nuance.

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The girls are together now...

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wilson

that's it. that's the post.

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jayf n lionblaze (I lied I wasnt done drawing warriors yet)

old designs below:

Jay design inspired by daelynnxx! Please go check out their work!

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are you team edward or team jacob

I'm on team "Bella Swan should have been a lesbian."

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It’s wild to me to see transvestigator conspiracy theories online that could be so easily explained by natural human variation. That woman has a deep voice? Yeah, sometimes they do. A woman has broad shoulders?? Maybe she plays rugby or hits the gym a fuckton. There’s a “bulge” in her tight pants?? Maybe her vulva is just fat. All the “markers” of trans woman that transvestigators use to harass any woman aren’t even things unique to trans women.

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Apprentice Training Session w/ Indigo and Vole

Volepaw placed himself across the clearing from Indigopaw and gave the other apprentice a challenging look. What an arrogant kit, Indigopaw thought to himself. How did Volepaw expect to win a mock battle against him? He returned the challenging look, head low and eyes sharp. “Three, two, one,” Falconsong counted down this time, emphasizing “one”. Indigopaw sprang into action, moving quickly across the clearing to topple Volepaw, who cried out in surprise. Indigopaw probably wasn’t as fast as a WindClan cat, but he could feel the power in his legs as he crashed into the smaller apprentice.

Volepaw writhed but was unable to weasel his way out. Indigopaw (making sure his claws were sheathed, even if he thought the rule was a bit stupid) batted at Volepaw’s face. Ha! If this were a real battle, I’d have taken his eye out, Indigopaw crowed to himself. Seeming to realize his strategy wasn’t working, Volepaw suddenly shifted his weight to his lower half, using his back legs to rabbit-kick at Indigopaw’s stomach. Indigopaw felt the breath go out of him and stumbled off of the younger apprentice with a raspy hiss of irritation. 

Volepaw now had the upper claw, and it was clear that he knew it. Not sparing a second, he sprang at Indigopaw, the blunt force causing Indigopaw to collapse to the ground just like Volepaw had only moments ago under Indigopaw’s attack. Feeling suddenly trapped, Indigopaw felt an alarmingly uncharacteristic bolt of terror run through him, and his fur stood on end. All of his survival instincts taking over and telling him to fight back as fast as possible, Indigopaw snarled as viciously as he could muster and used his forepaws to shove Volepaw off of him. Volepaw toppled easily under Indigopaw’s weight, and Indigopaw was able to roll the both of them so that he was on top again. Adrenaline coursing through his veins and making his pelt feel electric, Indigopaw drew back one unsheathed claw and brought it down harshly onto Volepaw’s exposed neck, gathering speed as the attack fell and landed. Volepaw yowled with shock and pain.

Almost instantaneously, however, Indigopaw felt a much heavier weight crash into his side. It was Falconsong, and Indigopaw was snapped quickly out of his terror-driven instinct as his mentor loomed over him. Indigopaw got to his feet slowly. “Indigopaw, what have I told you?” Falconsong shouted, his eyes practically blazing. Indigopaw whipped his head around to stare at Volepaw, who was now crouching and backing away from him, blood starting to drip down his neck, looking both angry and terrified. 

Even though he knew he should feel bad, Indigopaw couldn’t help the bit of satisfaction it gave him. I did that… He thought. I sure showed him! He looked back at Falconsong. “I didn’t mean to!” He defended himself, frowning at his mentor. “You really think I’d do that on purpose?!” Falconsong stared incredulously at his apprentice. “It sure looked like you did! You need to apologize, now!” Indigopaw couldn't help but be reminded of the last time Falconsong had demanded an apology from him; this time seemed to him to be equally undeserved. He looked over at the other apprentices and mentors. Barkpaw and Branchpaw had similar shocked and indignant expressions, while their mentors both looked horrified. Weaselfang just glared at Indigopaw, who looked back to his mentor insolently.

“I’m not apologizing for something I didn’t even mean to do,” He insisted, claws gritting into the plush grass underfoot. Falconsong growled low in his throat, staring his apprentice down, but Indigopaw told himself he wouldn’t be swayed. This is ridiculous! What more is to be expected when you try to put us into “fake” battles! My instinct is to attack for real. The standstill only lasted a few heartbeats before Doeleap stepped forward. “Why doesn’t Indigopaw just take Volepaw to the medicine den? I’m okay with leaving Branchpaw with Fernfoot and taking them…” She gave Falconsong a look that Indigopaw couldn’t read. It looked like she was subtextually asking him something. He met her gaze for a moment before turning back to his apprentice.

“Fine,” Was all he said, though he was still staring daggers at his apprentice. Indigopaw turned to Volepaw, wanting to roll his eyes. He’s totally overreacting! Now we have to waste time we could be using to train just so Volepaw can ‘feel better’... He scoffed. “Okay. Get up.” Volepaw, still glaring, stood and stalked over to Doeleap. The younger tom kept Indigpaw in his sights on the whole walk back, putting on what Indigopaw saw as a ridiculous show of fear and hurt. “You faker!” Indigopaw exclaimed as soon as they were out of the clearing, looking around Doeleap to stare at Volepaw.

“You’re barely even hurt! You’re just overreacting to get me in trouble!” It had to be true. Volepaw had been a dramatic liar ever since Indigopaw had first met him; it was all his fault the clan hated Indigoppaw! “I am not!” Volepaw retorted, fur brushing up to make Volepaw look slightly less puny. “You went for my throat. You could have killed me!” He looked irate, which only served to fuel Indigopaw’s own anger. Doeleap squared her shoulders and glared at Indigopaw. “Be quiet! You’ve caused enough trouble as it is. I won’t be surprised if Frizzypelt gives you an earful,” She scolded. Indigopaw gritted his teeth. No one ever had anything nice to say to him, it seemed.

“Frizzypelt?” He mewed, changing the subject. “Is that our medicine cat?” Whoever they were, their name sounded absolutely ridiculous. “Our medicine cat. Not yours,” Volepaw growled quietly, not even looking at Indigopaw when he said it, as if he weren’t even talking to him. Indigopaw glanced at Doeleap, who made no notion that she’d heard what Volepaw had said, despite the fact that she was standing closer to him than Indigopaw was. “Yes, Frizzypelt is ThunderClan’s medicine cat,” She said flatly. Indigopaw stared at the ground, his tail tip flicking slightly, and stayed that way for the whole journey back.

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Can you explain to me like I'm 5 what this blog is about?

No, fuck off. Signed:

Jelq Against Imperialism

Kratom Drankin' Revolutionaries

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reposting this bc I'm still rlly proud of it ^.^

Excerpt from Indigostar's Corruption!

The next day, Indigopaw had been woken up just as early as usual. The den was more crowded now that Volepaw was sleeping there too. Indigopaw had been forced to move his nest over to make room, and now he was much closer to the entrance, through which a chilly leaf-fall wind was blowing. Suffice to say, Indigopaw had gotten little sleep last night, and was now trudging through the forest before the sun had even risen beyond the distant hills and been allowed to shine a little warmth into ThunderClan’s forest. Fur fluffed out against the chill, Indigopaw trailed behind the patrol, listening to their dull conversations.

“Ugh, I am not excited to get back to camp, though,” A brown and cream she-cat Indigopaw recalled as Larkfeather was meowing. “Turtlepelt and Chirpheart both just moved into the nursery, and with Shadedpool still in there, the place is gonna need an expansion.” Indigopaw pricked his ears at the mention of his foster mother. 

“Is Shadedpool just gonna be a nursery queen now?” Another cat, a dark gray tom named Flintclaw spoke up now.

“Who can say? But you know she lost her kits only about a moon ago. She probably wants something to take care of,” Larkfeather said, casting Flintclaw a look that had a sort of warning in it. Falconsong had not accompanied his apprentice today, so Indigopaw didn’t worry about getting scolded for what he was about to say.

“Shadedpool lost her kits before taking me in?” The cats in the patrol all turned to glance at him, and Larkfeather was the one to reply tentatively. “She did. So you should be grateful to her for being so generous.” Her voice hardened at the end, and Indigopaw felt a flash of irritation that caused his hackles to rise.

“Who said I wasn’t grateful?” His voice came out even harsher than he’d intended it to, and he thought he even saw a few cats flinch. Are they… scared of me?

“Watch it, back there,” The cat leading the patrol, an orange and white tabby named Weaselfang, spoke up, casting a sharp, yellow glare back at Indigopaw. “If you start anything, I won’t hesitate to tell Falconsong.”

A growl rose in Indigopaw’s throat, but he swallowed it back. His anger sat like a lump in his throat. Why did everyone treat him like he was a prisoner? What did I do wrong? Is this all because I got mad at Volekit a moon ago? Or is it because I’m not clanborn? He stopped walking, tail starting to lash. Clam down, Some more sensible part of his mind whispered. You’ll just make it worse! “Why did ThunderClan take me in if you’re gonna keep treating me like a rogue?” He growled, not making eye contact with any of the cats in the patrol. He heard them stop walking and he could feel their gazes seer his pelt, even if he couldn’t see them.

Pawsetps padded towards him. “ThunderClan took you in because there was only one kit in the nursery after Shadedpool’s kits died,” Weaselfang’s voice hissed quietly, so that only he could hear. Indigopaw looked up, glaring at him. “Sure, Birdstar felt bad for you, but do you really think she would have taken you in, risking ThunderClan’s image, out of the goodness of her heart if we hadn’t been low on future warriors? You should be thanking Birdstar every day we don't throw you back out in the cold.” Indigopaw had been prepared to react with anger, but this revelation made all of the anger drain from his body, loosening its claws from his chest and falling away to leave only sorrowful realization. 

ThunderClan… doesn’t want me. They just needed more paws. Suddenly deciding he wanted nothing to do with this patrol, Indigopaw turned tail and sprinted away. He didn’t realize or even care where he was headed until he saw water lapping at a pebbly shore, noticing dully that he had run to the lake. Indigopaw stared across the expanse of water and rocks towards WindClan territory. How was it that he’d felt more welcomed in an enemy clan than in the one that was meant to be his home? He squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to not tear up over this.

I’m acting like such a flea-brained kit! Why should I care if they don’t like me? It doesn’t matter. I just need to get through my training, to prove that I can be useful! He opened his eyes and gazed into the gray water that was only tail lengths in front of him. How easy would it be to just give up now? To run away from ThunderClan and be on his own again? But  he knew now that he wouldn’t amount to anything out there. Clan cats had medicine and territory to hunt on. What did a rogue have? A short life that no one would remember when it was over with. Clans remembered cats who did great things; leaders of the past who led their clans to prosperity.

I need to become ThunderClan’s leader. Everyone will finally understand when I’m leader; they’ll realize how unfair they were—they’ll have to. And they’ll see me for who I am. Not for where I came from. He stood up, shaking out his fur. For now, I’ll have to just put up with the way they treat me. It’s not like I care, anyways… He unsheathed his claws, briefly digging them into the rocky soil. How good would it feel to finally prove to everyone that they had been wrong?