#'cause y'know. i thought it'd be neat

[baking-bugs]

uhm,, the meow meow ^^^

[blimbo-buddy]

Apologies if you were asked this before but what was a concept you always wanted to see in Warriors and waited for books to touch on but they either butchered it or they just never touched it?

For me, I just wanted to see a group of cats that isn't the clans and show that the clans don't have to be openly hostile to outsiders or force their way of life on others. The group being either loners, kittypets, or traveling barn cats.

I wanted some group to not be.. mean I guess? I created a character for a clan roleplay and they were mistaken to be a kittypet in roleplay for their soft and round nature and appearance. His name was Marten(Forgot his suffix it's been ages).

I should probably bring him back and up his own "born as a wild cat but everyone keeps mistaking me for a kittypet even though I'm not" angle to extremes.

He's gonna have friends with other animals going as far as befriending prey and learning their languages.

It's probably dumb but, what do you know? Maybe it'd work.

Any concepts you thought would be interesting besides a TNR arc lmao

Hm, well I'm in the group of people who never wants Warrior cats to ever become "realistic" ever again. Not like there was realism in the first place but you get what I mean. I want the cats to come across some weird stitched together animal or have a cat's ghost be stuck between two timelines, fading in and out of each one, causing more harm than good in an attempt to change the future

I'd like for them to do what you've mentioned too, trust me I really do. I just don't trust Erin Hunter to do it the right way y'know. Very neat concept and idea for the character I like that, really goes to show the physical stereotypes that the clans perpetuate about Kittypets

[dragynkeep]

transcript of miles' cameo for holly. cameo linked here.

miles: uh - hi holly, hi, miles here. gosh, i know i'm a little late in saying this but i just wanted to say [singing] happy birthday, to you! happy birthday to you! happy birthday dear holly, happy birthday to you, oh!

uh, so yeah. just a little something i wanna get off my chest: sorry i wasn't around, uh, july 6th — i was getting married! that's pretty neat. so, i turned my cameo off for a bit but uh, i'm back. &, & was happy to see such a nice message from you.

i'm glad you're a big fan of rwby, i'm glad that bumbleby has made you very happy — it made a bunch of us very happy — who were working on the show. you asked if i could provide any behind the scenes, little secrets or anything about bumbleby which is uh, a hard question 'cause i don't think there's much uh, to talk about.

but i did think it might be interesting, of just like something i learned working on uh, a show that had a romance in it that then ended up blowing up: that was like just a crazy experience — shipping's wild dude. like shipping's really wild. when we first started the show, planning things out & getting to work on stuff, we were all bright eyed & bushy tailed, had no idea what we were getting into.

& you know we had blake - beauty - from beauty & the beast, everyone thinks she's cute & pretty & wants to date her. she's a bisexual queen. & so we were like, "yeah!", everybody should like — not everybody — but it would make sense if a lot of people were like, into her. & it would be fun to play with like, being a teenager & like being in teenage relationships & crushes & flirting & things like that.

& you know, i think early on we thought like it might be cool to do sun, this "sun - blake faunus connection", he's obviously like very dashing & handsome, he's charming & charismatic. he's a big ol' flirt. & so we were like yeah, it'd be kinda fun to have blake interacting with sun in a "will they, won't they" kind of manner.

& then over the course of a much longer relationship with yang, having uh a really special friendship then turn into like, "oh my gosh, is this maybe more than a friendship" & the insecurities that come with that. plus all the drama & baggage that's surrounding those two characters in everything they went through at the fall of beacon & with the white fang. & now we're at like, finally after nine volumes, are able to both be in a place where they felt like they could admit their feelings with one another & trust in one another.

i'm really, really, really happy with how bumbleby has come to be: but i think if i were to go back & do things differently, i don't know if we would be as like, cavalier like the "oo, she kinda into sun" sorta' thing cause that seems to just make people really angry.

which was never like, the goal!

the goal was like, "hey, let's recreate that teenage crush, mix of emotions with like different people" & y'know when maybe one person might like somebody but they're just not in the emotional or mature enough space to have a relationship. like, relationships are really messy & complicated!

& sometimes you can look back & be like "maybe that could've been something but not with the person that i was then. maybe the person i am now but, the person i am now is going off, we're going off in different directions, doing different things."

& we thought that would be like, cool & y'know as realistic as you could get in a real y'know, 'shonen anime', kids fighting monsters kind of story.

um, but yeah i think that was — shipping stuff got really, really heated! far more than any of us could have ever perceived. um so yeah, i think that was the bit of behind the scenes i could give that, we were shocked at how like adamant people were for like "this ship versus this ship! your ship is baaad! my ship's good! yeah well you're being a big butthole about it"

everybody got real angry! like guys, calm down: we just wanna try & have a little bit of fun. & ultimately, write a really, we wanna do a really slowburn relationship with blake & yang.

& i mean i get why like, if people thought that blake & sun were cute together, being like "aw man, i thought they were really cute together." but that's the magic of fanfiction man! i'm sure there is a series of events that could've ended up with y'know, blake & sun together or blake & ilia together.

man. like i said, relationships are really complex & sometimes it's just not being in sync with the person in a certain time of your life. so yeah, i mean that's just my opinion though, please for the love of god [laughs] please don't post this video & be like "ah rwby writer admits blah blah blah!"

this is just my two cents that i wanted to give a little, my opinion for your birthday since you asked so kindly. i hope that's the kind of behind the scenes info that you enjoyed & found interesting was all of us learning how, how meaningful these relationships can be & how dangerous it can be to flirt with different characters in spaces & try & dabble in that.

like, "who's she gonna end up with" thing. i don't know if i ever wanna do that again. that ended up being really stressful [laughs]. i don't know, you never know.

anyways i hope you have a really happy birthday, i hope you take care, thanks so much for the cameo request.

[mothymayhem]

All I'm saying is if the eclipse brothers were Pokemon trainers,, it'd be so chaotic and fun

Lunar is very electric type coded in my brain and I've gone over his little team multiple times in my brain. It'd be a shinx, blitzle and lanturn. I've also thought about him having a deerling named spigot.

As for Eclipse, I'm always between either fire or dark. Kinda a scorched by the sun kinda vibe and y'know the darkness that comes with an eclipse and all that. Also fire types usually just have this regality about them that would fit him so well! I can't give a for sure team, besides maybe a Delphox! Also a houndoom would be pretty neat but that's just cause I like houndoom!

Bloodmoon is where I draw a bit of a blank. Aesthetically? Cause all of the reds, I'd say fire but I don't know. I'd also think that he'd make a cool psychic or ghost type! Maaaybe a normal.

The idea of each having an eeveelution too is really cute but I've kinda already assigned sun and moon an Umbreon and Espeon in my brain.

[thetrashbagswasteland]

Gimme number 3 for the writing game please?

Hiii I hope you signed up for angst because HERE IT COMES

Empty pyres smelled different. He'd learned that first after the war-that-wasn't-a-war; he and Castis had attended enough of them back then that the difference was seared into his mind. In truth, he'd seen more empty pyres than occupied ones in his time. Hah. Call that a particularity of the job. Never before had he been alone at the side of a pyre though and never before had one seemed to fucking inviting. Maybe that was why funerals were social events that called everyone who had any claim to know the deceased - to stop the mourners being tempted to join the departed on their journey to the next plane of existence. Flames curled like welcoming fingers, begging him to do it - hooked talons that promised sweet relief once they had raked his bones clean of pain. Fuck. "S'not fair, y'know." He couldn't force his tongue around the words. "Thought y'were better an'this shit." Saren would have taken issue with his slurring, if not his language. Would have if he'd been here- spirits, if he'd been here though, the flames wouldn't have been lit in the first place. Wouldn't have been any need of them at all. His absence didn't feel surprising, not really, and not given that he'd been missing for so long. Avitus had found himself lighting Nihlus' pyre without him, clusterfuck that that all had been, but at least then he'd had company to keep him from the fires allure. They'd all noticed Saren's failure to attend then but... it'd almost been expected. How could anyone expect him to face that. He himself had struggled enough, howling his grief to the sky as hands that had never touched his aside from to slap them away before held him - grounding him in reality. Nobody else had come to pay their last respects to Saren though. Maybe they believed that human, maybe they didn't want to be seen to support any and everything that he had done but... it still stung. He deserved better. "I trusted you." He whispered to the ash. "I fucking trusted you- why didn't you trust me?" If only he had- maybe he'd known something they all hadn't, maybe- maybe it hadn't been anything that damned jumped-up pyjack had said. Murder based on lies, as it so often was. That'd track - the ultimate power-play that he had been so convinced was always on the horizon. Neat, too, take out the best there were and conveniently get rid of the loudest voice against their expansion. Their attempted takeover, he'd have said. "I'd have done it y'know- done anything you'd asked." The flames just spat contempt in response. "All you had to do was trust me like I trusted you, Saren- maybe I was no Ni- no him but I'd have laid down my life for the cause if you'd only fucking asked." It was how he wanted to go, after all. Tela and he were in agreement there; better to die in the heat of battle with a curse on ones tongue than to die old and frail. Even if that was what a dead mans soft words and softer touches had tempted Saren into believing could happen... Maybe that was why fate had taken them first, just to be cruel. The fact still remained though, regardless of reason, regardless of fate or truth or lies or the entire fucking alliance and hierarchy combined, he'd have rather there be two empty pyres than one for him to hold vigil over alone.

And a song to go with bc I'm not enough in pain as it is :)

[evil-giggling]

Langa VS. the Assholes Who Hurt Reki

Summary: Langa and Reki have finally made up! But that doesn't mean that they no longer have problems.

(or, Langa just wants Reki to be happy, but for some reason people are very against that.)

Warnings: Swearing (Langa has has enough), Mentions of violence, Ad*m.

Words: 1.7k

(haha wdym the title is a star vs the forces of evil pun,,, no it isnt haha)

The stars in Okinawa reflected the sea, and the sound of their laughter along with the scraping of wheels against the cement ground is one that symbolizes peace, unity, and pure, unadulterated love.

Langa and Reki are alright again, and everything is right with the world.

"You... What?" Langa looked befuddled, an unidentifiable look on his features, as Reki nervously fiddled with his fingers, blushing from embarrassment. From what? He doesn't know.

"It's— it's not as bad as you think!" Reki said hurriedly, but by now there was a prominent frown on Langa's face, "it's— I was just ran over by a car—"

"Just," Langa emphasized, his voice uncharacteristically firmer and louder, "ran over by a car? Reki, do you think everyone just gets run over by a car? And do you think people who get run over by a car wake up in a love hotel? With a stranger?"

It's the next day since Langa and Reki's making up from their fight, and neither of them quite expected that the comeback of their roof-top lunches would start with Reki accidentally spilling that he was in a love hotel. Much less brought to a love hotel because he was ran over. By a stranger.

Everything was all so suddenly not-right, and Langa couldn't decide if this was better, or worse.

"—Langa? Hey, earth to Prince Langa!" Reki snapped his fingers in front of Langa's face, and the latter blinked, wondering when he started to get lost in his thoughts, and—wow. Reki seemed a bit too close to his face right now. Not that he was complaining.

There was a cute pout on Reki's lips, Langa guessed it was caused by his own neglect of their conversation. The former, though, upon noticing that his companion's eyes were on his lips, blushed bright red again, and brought back distance between them. Langa didn't stop the disappointed sigh from his lips, but the disappointment didn't last long.

His face once again etched up in concern, looking at Reki, who was facing down at the ground, his headband covering his cheeks, in an attempt to cool them down. Langa let a small, fond smile on his lips, before shaking it off once he remembered what Reki mentioned earlier.

"Reki, you can't just brush this off," Langa said, eyebrows furrowing and his chest hardening in both concern and frustration, "what else happened to you when I wasn't around?"

Reki sneaked a glance at Langa, before sheepishly turning away.

"Nothing," Reki said, but the lie obvious to Langa, "and you're talking a lot about this, like last night."

Langa frowned, "of course I am, you worry me a lot when you say 'it's nothing' or 'I'm fine'," he played with the hem of his shirt, before letting go and continuing, "because most of the time, you're lying."

Reki said nothing, only burrowing farther in himself. Langa huffed, frustration building up in him. If Reki thought it was surprising to see him chatty, he'll definitely have a heart attack after this.

Langa engulfed Reki in a hug, and it wasn't only the latter who gasped in surprise. Perhaps they've gathered some nosy onlookers?

Who cares?, Langa thought, Reki's the only thing that's important right now.

"Reki, be honest please?" Langa said, voice muffled, as he buried his face on Reki's shoulder.

"O-okay! Langa, okay, I'll tell you!" Reki stuttered out, a flustered mess, from the way he spoke, "just, let go, please?" He whispered to Langa, "people are kind of looking at us right now."

Langa didn't care who saw them, honestly. But he got what he wanted, and he didn't want Reki to be embarrassed too bad, so he let go of Reki's waist, and sat back to where he was positioned earlier.

He looked at Reki expectantly, but with patience. The latter picked at his nails in nervousness, wherein Langa took one of his hands to ease his anxiety.

Reki brought back Langa's hands, and started staring down at them and playing with them. He seemed to calm down, as his cheeks were no longer red, and Langa sent a dirty look to the passersby who were looking at them with keen interest, when Reki wasn't looking.

Reki swallowed, and looked up at him.

He scrunched up his face and looked away for a second, scratching his cheek with a finger, a small flush on his cheeks, "uhm..." letting out a sigh, Reki collected his thoughts and said, "erm, before I met you, I used to be in this sort of team? Gang? Thing... It was for skating." Reki added, upon the worried and horrified look on Langa's face, and the latter let out a sigh of relief, and encouraged him to continue.

"Er, they were sort of—they weren't really people I wanted to hang out with?" Reki mumbled, sheepishly, "they, uhm, they weren't really ones who enjoyed skating? They did it for the aesthetic, basically, and it made them sort of lame for me.

"So, I quit after three days."

Langa only seemed confused, so Reki added, "and well, I saw them while walking through the market and they kind of..." Reki mumbled the last part, and Langa blinked.

"'They kind of' what?" Langa pressed on, and Reki swallowed.

"They jumped me, but—" Reki immediately started to add, silencing a seething Langa with the palm of his hand.

Langa was nothing short of furious, and he was ready to tell Joe about this development to gang up on the little fucks that put a hand on Reki. And you know what? He'll do the same to that stranger! He'll make them have hell to pay, damn it, how dare they hurt his Reki.

But he couldn't express any of this right now, with Reki's hand on his mouth, so he (begrudgingly) let Reki continue.

"—but, it's fine! It's all in the past now. 'Sides, I kind of felt like I deserved it? I mean, I didn't actually deserve it—" he said, at the furious glare Langa sent to him, "it's just—well, it didn't compare to the people at S, y'know I—oops."

Reki flustered, detaching his palm from Langa's mouth to cover his own. Langa squashed the giddy feeling of that indirect kiss, and firmly, but with a gentleness Reki absolutely deserved, placed his hands on both of Reki's shoulders.

"What did 'the people of S' do, Reki?" Langa grounded out, tired of all of these people out to hurt Reki. Out of everyone he knew, Reki was the last one to deserve this much abuse.

Reki looked up at Langa, and knew he couldn't just lie his way out of not telling him. He looked down for a moment, simmering in guilt—of what?— and looked back up at Langa, setting his hands on his lap.

"They, uh. They would talk behind my back, and uhm, and talk about... How I'm just... A useless... Er," Reki struggled to find the words, and he felt tears sting at his eyes, and he looked up, not wanting them to fall. Langa felt guilty at making him relive these memories, but he needs to know exactly how he'll hurt these assholes.

Reki looked down, at his hands, and then at Langa, then he said, "they'd say that I'm no one... That I'm just... 'the guy who hangs around Snow'... Or just..." Reki bit his lip, "the one who's not Snow."

Langa was reminded of a meme, back from when he was still very much devoid of Reki and his kindness, talent, and all around amazing-ness. It was a dubbed line from an anime, wasn't it?

This is the first time in my life that I've been provoked to hit a woman.

Except they weren't a woman, in fact, they were the plethora of annoying assholes who made Reki feel worse than he already did.

Talk about kicking a guy while he was down.

"Names." Langa said, plain and simple.

"Huh?" Reki said, confused and flustered.

"I want their names, Reki."

"Langa, they were total strangers! Which makes it even more pathetic that their words got to me, honestly—"

"Don't blame yourself for them being stupid and blind." Langa said firmly, "you're amazing, Reki. Don't let them make you think otherwise."

At that, Reki smiled, and playfully punched Langa's shoulder, "thanks, Langa."

Before Reki could pull his hand away, Langa took it in both of his own, "I'm serious. You're so amazing Reki—"

Reki blushed, "th-thanks man, you're amazing too—"

"—you really don't understand, when you skate, you're the only thing I see—"

"—that's really enough!"

"—and you know exactly what I need, and you don't even have to try that hard to figure it out—"

"—is this even about skating anymore, Langa?"

"—and I think your headband is neat, but you look so cute without it, and your hair is a lot more fluffy—"

"Alright!" Reki squeaked out, just as the bell rang, signalling the end of the lunch period, "we'll talk about this later, we have to go back to school—er, class!" Flustered, Reki fixed his headband, and stomped his way back to the classroom.

Langa let out blissful laughter, and for now, he was satisfied with his work. He hoped it'd be enough for Reki to temporarily forget what those people did and said to him. Hoped it distracted Reki enough to not figure out that Langa was planning to find out everything with the rest of the gang, and would be punishing the ones who offended Reki accordingly.

He ran up to Reki, and offered his hand to the latter, whose cheeks were still flushed.

To his delight, Reki took his hand, and they walked down back to their classroom, hand in hand.

Later that evening, uncannily enough, Adam proposed an idea to the duo. A rematch, he had said, to redeem Reki of his loss in their last beef. There was an obvious, underlying malice, in his offer, though. Reki looked terrified, yet determined, but before he could agree, Langa had stepped in front of him, a chilling glower directed at Adam, who only smirked.

Langa had enough of people wanting to hurt Reki, and hated that smug face on Adam's features so much (it promised to hurt Reki to the point that he would be irreparable, and Langa was furious), that before Adam could even comment at Langa's protective stance, he had been punched in the face by the latter.

And, well, Joe seemed a bit inspired to do the same.

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A/N: haha i dont know how to make titles someone help

@andromeda612 @yunolik87

[probablyok1]

🖊️ + Zander

Ohohoho yes!! Here we go!!

(As a bonus, here's an oldish attempt at a silhouette of him and Mallory)

-Zander is one of my favorite OCs because he can manage to be both extremely cautious and extremely reckless at the same time. He's a walking contradiction, and I think that makes him neat.

-My inspiration for his character came after watching The Mighty Ducks, I thought it'd be funny to have a literal bird hockey player. I also had the idea of a younger penguin duo causing shenanigans, and I thought Zander was perfect for that.

-He could (and definitely would) fight the club penguin villains pvp style and have a pretty decent chance of winning. Half because of physical ability, and half because of sheer spite.

-Aside from hockey, his other hobbies are cooking, swimming, causing trouble (though typically he isn't the one instigating it), fighting a middle aged woman, and taking care of his three pet puffles, a white one, a blue one, and an orange one.

-Despite his mischief making, Zander has a very calm vibe about him. He's more of a quiet chaos, calmly suggesting ways to give the epf a migraine today. He also knows how to reign it in (unlike a certain other mischief maker), thus making him the perfect agent of chaos.

-He really dislikes musicals. Blasphemy.

-Genuinely this kid is so sweet. He will stop whatever he's doing to make sure your mental health is okay, and he'll cheer you up with his dry sarcasm and some genuinely good advice. He's got a big heart, definitely one of the more righteous characters I've written, despite his antics (and to be fair, Mallory usually initiates those).

-In the future (once he's over 18), he ends up joining the EPF, with a cover job as a hockey player. He ends up working as a field agent, though he specializes in combat since... y'know, he grew up playing hockey.