#i miss me codebreakers...

[thenightsky8]

If I had a penny for every time I drew codebreakers on digitally and traditional. I would loose count probably

I love them silly guys. I miss them

[okaioh]

sniffle.,.,..I miss codebreakers,..,..I miss the "philllllllzaaaa" "holy shit it's the goat!!" and the way they'd constantly punch each other upon meeting anywhere and the "well played! GG! well played!" and the "my broooo!" and then stick fights and the way they fought code monsters together and the way they trusted each other and always had each other's backs and and and - bursts into sobs

[chayannecraft]

So for your qsmp botw au are there any differences between Chayanne and Pomme's dynamic vs Link and Zelda's???

Like do they get along, or does Pomme initially hate Chayanne for following her around and trying to protect her all the time?

i love them sm i just want to hear about them lol

Holds your shoulders. Hello OP thank you SO SO SO much for asking about botw au I literally would do anything for you!! Unfortunately tumblr deleted the seven paragraphs and counting answer I had to this so pain is real and agony is real BUT I WILL PREVAIL REGARDLESS. I SWEAR. THEY WILL NOT STOP ME FROM TALKING ABOUT MINI CODEBREAKERS BUT ALSO THANK YOU AGAIN FOR THE ASK <333 I will talk about them always oh my god I’m always geared to I love them so much too. My kids. They make me cry

Clears my throat! Ok ok ok. You’re right though!! Pomme initially does not, like, absolutely despise Chayanne but there is some strong envy and maybe even hate in there. For a lot of reasons: Chayanne is assigned her personal knight AND the chosen hero despite the fact that she can beat his ass in a fight. His appearance with The Master Sword also gave the kingdoms a lot of hope that she couldn’t, since she was struggling to unlock her powers. There were so many eyes on her, digging into her back, depending on her, she couldn’t help but wish it was her as the chosen hero instead. It would’ve made everything so much easier.

But like Zelda and Link, they do eventually start to bond and a friendship starts building between the two. Nothing romantic, for obvious reasons, but that doesn’t mean it’s not important!!! They start connecting and confiding in each other, and more importantly, believing in each other. They give each other hope. Maybe they won’t fail. Maybe destiny is right, and they’ll win, and then after they can go anywhere in the world. Chayanne can bring her to the Antarctic Empire and show her everything the way she’s shown him!!

Of course, you know what happens <— says me being dramatic as I crumple to the floor in absolute pain crying. By the way do you ever think about Pomme unlocking her powers because Chayanne is about to die, will die. Do you think about her clinging to his injured body knowing he’s past the point of waking up. Do you. Can anybody hear me. Is this thing on (crying)

After BOTW is done, they’re both just so. God. Ough. They both cling to each other and the guilt of what they’ve failed to do haunts them in every moment they will ever live. In a way only the other is going to ever understand. Their nightmares are mirrors of each other, their failures each others as much as theirs. Destiny has brought them the same pain. But the other is alive and they hold the other so hard their nails bite into skin, they both shadow each other. They’re alive together, and haunted.

They’re very much fighting to protect the other, arms and legs clashing as they try to push the other behind them to protect them. They learn to fight together and cover each others weaknesses and become an absolutely terrifying force to be reckonened with. People are convinced it’s part of the triforce.

They can probably read the other better than themselves, maybe even KNOW each other better than each other. They have a category 5 moment if the other ever gets missing or is gone. But in the end they’re both also just kids. Heroes, Legends even!!! The Hero and The Goddess!! But still just kids. Kids finally learning how to live, not worrying if they have seen the other for the last time. Soulmates who have been denied peace again and again, who are starting to fight back and claw it forward together, just for the other. Just so they can be happy.

[warriorprincesstramp]

2024 is the year of lost for real like I'm not joking I'm locked IN. be there or be square

[c1c3da]

Reread + rewatched all my rav codebreakers fanart + fanfics. I MISS CODEBREAKERS SO MUCH BRO IM GONNA LOOSE MY SHIT ACTUALLY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 codebreakers please come home im on my knees begging PLEASE PELASE PELASE PLEASE I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE

[eelclaw]

the protagonists of the broken code. who's rootspring

i am tbc's number 1 hater! negative thoughts below

shadowsight: other characters sometimes acknowledge that he was manipulated by ashfur, but the narrative puts all of the blame for the ashfur situation on him, neglecting that (a) he did exactly what he was supposed to do as a healer (obey and take messages from a starclan cat), and (b) the codebreaker hysteria was far more a product of clan culture than the actions of a single apprentice. he isn't treated like the victim that he is, and it is frustrating and not cathartic.

bristlefrost: what the hell does she even do. what does her spy arc accomplish or contribute (like mother, like daughter). she finds out that bramblestar isn't bramblestar far too early. she's so perfect and she has no flaws and she's so empty. i want her to be worse. how much more interesting would she be if she was sneaky and selfish? if she was loyal to the imposter because she truly believed in what he was saying? not to mention how she reciprocates rootspring's feelings with literally zero warning, and ceases to have what little character she'd had to begin with. i genuinely don't care that she dies, they did nothing to make her an engaging character. miss bristlefrost, i'm sorry they did you so bad.

rootspring: first rootpaw thinks he's weird because of his father. i hate this because i hate tree. later, rootpaw thinks he's weird because he can see ghosts. so they give him this "i just want to be normal" deal, and the clans suddenly pretend that ghosts are silly and not real. sure, rootspring and tree are the first clan cats with this specific power. and i get that the clans have very rigid beliefs, and they are afraid of anything that contradicts those beliefs, and that's interesting! but ghosts have been appearing to clan cats all the way back to tpb. fireheart tries to kill clawface at one point and he senses spottedleaf's spirit beside him, there to avenge her death. so rootspring's issue is stupid and he's nothingburger to me.

bramblestar: the arc really depends on me giving a shit about what happens to him. which i don't.

i think bramblestar is unintentionally a bad person and a great character. he proves himself by rejecting tigerstar, but he's still deeply insecure. he makes mistake after mistake (conspiring with tigerstar; hesitating to save firestar from the fox trap; forsaking his children after finding out they're not biologically his; using his power over squirrelflight as a warrior, deputy, and leader to control her), and for none of these mistakes is he held accountable (no thunderclan cat except leafpool learns that he plotted with tigerstar; he is allowed to remain deputy; his children think he was the best father ever; in every situation, squirrelflight seems to bear the consequences of his actions).

in other words, bramblestar gets chance after chance to redeem himself, and he keeps fucking it up. again, that's interesting! there is a story here about how difficult childhoods affect adults, and how powerful men are not held responsible for hurting people. except that's not how he's written. he's written as a completely good person, a brave and noble leader, and all of the clans respect him and they need to get him back.

there's a crazy amount of bramblestar worship in this arc. even rootspring, a brand new skyclan apprentice, thinks about how important bramblestar, the thunderclan leader, is, and how all the clans wouldn't be the same without him. i can't take it seriously.

graystripe: graystripe also got a crazy amount of worship. i couldn't stand reading every few paragraphs about how great he is.

side note: shadowsight, bristlefrost, and rootspring all want the same thing. they advocate against killing bramblestar's body. wouldn't it be more interesting if the protagonists had different perspectives and opinions? if they wanted different things? for example, it makes sense that shadowsight wouldn't want bramblestar dead. he feels like the only way to make up for his mistake is to recover bramblestar alive. but bristlefrost could be in favor of killing bramblestar, because the only way to make up for her mistake (supporting the imposter) is to get rid of him. putting our protagonists at odds would generate some interesting conflict.

conclusion: i also have problems with ashfur (why does ashfur try to stir up trouble with codebreaking which will certainly get him caught when he could just take over bramblestar's body and live quietly with squirrelflight), tigerheartstar, mothwing, starclan, the dark forest insta-death water, firestar possessing rootspring, the pacing (oh my god! they were debating whether to kill bramblestar for like three books! and for three more books they were running in circles in the dark forest!), etc. but i've already written a lot and i'm out of steam lol.

let me finish by saying these are kids books, and i'm not expecting them to be the cream of the crop, but there are a lot of writing choices which are incredibly misogynistic and/or completely baffling from a narrative standpoint. i still have a soft spot for this series though. dammit. okay bye

[similaritycity]

Last for tonight, have pity on me I miss codebreakers 🫠 WE ONLY SHIP CUBITOS IN THIS HOUSE

[kabr0ztrousers]

I would love to a part 2 to 61:Angels & Demons!! Maybe some angels go looking for him and get caught by the hell hounds and they end up forming a demon/hellhound orgy.

Idek I just want more corruption of angels tbh ;)

Kabr0z Writes Episode 150: Search Party

This episode will make more sense if you've read Episode 61

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

I swear I'm gonna update the AO3 eventually!

CWs: dubcon; coercion; corruption; pain; transformation; knotting; oral sex;

A/N: I feel like the CWs for these episodes are starting to get similar... Maybe I need a beta reader to help me catch stuff I don't. Although if any of y'all get a squick you weren't warned about, give me a shout and I can always amend them

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Oriniel was missing. He had been for months, last seen three months ago descending from Heaven. A week later, the beurocracy started to notice his work piling up. An investigation was launched and agents dispatched to Earth to search. Scouring the entirety of creation for a single missing angel would take time though, and you wanted your friend back.

You'd worked with him for the last millennium or so, scouring the fiction sections of the humans libraries, recommending works to one another while waiting for choir practice to start. The other angels were understanding, but put too much faith in their systems. You weren't content to wait for a full search. You knew a faster way, it wasn't strictly permitted, but back channels exist for a reason.

Your first trick was writing a coded message. When you got down there you'd publish it to the internet in a story. The immaculate algorithm would immediately recognise it for what it is and send it to the celestial codebreakers. The story is unimportant, it exists to be decoded, the really vital thing was making sure it took at least a few days to break, and of course the content. Your name, where you're going, who you're meeting, and an instruction: don't look for me.

The flight to Earth was easy. Go down. Listen for a prayer, latch on to it. Follow it in. Someone's always praying for something, it doesn't matter who's praying, what they're asking for, it didn't even matter who they were praying to as long as they weren't trying to call up a demon. What mattered was the intention, the right intention and the prayer's all you need to slip into the mortal realm.

Sure enough you found one, someone praying for a new car to somehow land in their lap. It probably wouldn't be answered, but that didn't matter. You locked onto it, angling your flight down the metaphysical contour, slipping into the human's world a dozen or so miles above what you're pretty sure was Britain.

Always nice when you appear nearby to where you needed to go.

You zoned in on a desanctified church you were familiar with. Far enough from any collection of people that you weren't going to be disturbed. You flew unseen, millions of people lived on this rainy island, and not one of them ever seemed to look up.

The church was quiet, only accessible through a hole in the roof. Ivy grew in through broken windows, mouldering pews scattered the floors. You dragged the furniture, such as it was to one side, taking a couple of slivers of rotting wood as you did.

The ritual to call forth the demon was simple. A thimbleful of mouse blood and the pair of wooden chips, applied with just the right know-how, and you'd done it.

The thinned veil of the church bent, warping under the strain of the ritual, before it snapped altogether, and the demon stepped through the gap.

Silusirex, an augur of some repute. Not above working with angels, despite the aeons long cold war between your peoples. Calling him here was forbidden. If word got out you'd made a deal with him, you'd be demoted. Depending on the deal, that might be lenient.

Silusirex stood before you, examining his nails. He didn't have a face, merely a void where a face would be. If you looked straight into it, you could see the void extended far beyond the back of his head, into unknown space behind him, inky black, filled with stars. His skin was white as white could be, shadows refused to fall on it, though it emitted no light of its own. Instead, where he stood it seemed as though someone had cut a demon-shaped hole in the world, showing the pale nothing behind. His nails were long, and black, his feet bare, a crown of ivory atop his head, held in place by black iron horns growing through gaps strategically drilled in the yellowing bone.

As with so many demons, he didn't wear a stitch. Where you hid your feminine body under a shapeless cassock, not even cinching the waist to display your hips, he left nothing to the imagination. Indeed, the one detail of his torso he chose to draw attention to, the only part of him that didn't blend into the sea of flat, featureless white, was a sheath between his legs.

You found your eyes drawn to that sheath. You knew enough about demons to know you were probably going to become intimately familiar with it soon. An augur can answer a great many questions, but a price is exacted. You stared so long you didn't notice his gaze turn to you

"Why have you summoned me, angel? What would you ask of the Grand Augur of the Ashen Radiant?"

His voice was like a headache, ringing in the back of your skull.

You winced. You'd never felt pain before. It wasn't much fun. Then the pain subsided, and you wanted more

"I have come to find someone" you spoke clearly, putting the unbidden desire from your mind "A missing angel named Oriniel"

Silusirex laughed. You clutched the sides of your head as it thundered through you. Your mouth parted slightly, a trickle of bloody saliva, glittering and golden, dripped from your lower lip.

"I know where the one you seek is, and I will tell you. But you must meet my price, angel, or you will never hear it from me"

You stared into the void of his face, waiting for the pain to subside again. Your heart fluttered. You were anxious. You'd never been anxious before, not about anything. You were protected by the ritual, that much is true. If the price is too great, you'll just leave, let the demon slip back into Hell and be home before anyone's the wiser, with plenty of time before your code hits the beurocracy in order to take it back.

"Name your price, demon"

He smiled. You're not sure how a creature with no mouth smiles, but you know he did "Get on your knees, open your mouth, and don't resist"

You could see the tip of his cock poking out of the sheath. Blood red against white flesh. You swallowed hard, hearing him chuckle as you weighed up your options. You'd heard of angels giving head before and not falling, but you'd also heard about desire. How when it starts, it's hard to stop. How you could end up chasing it and chasing it until before you realised the path you're on it's too late.

The laughter bounced around your head. It hurt. You wanted more. You needed more.

Your knees hit the ground.

Your hands rested on your legs.

Your mouth opened.

He stepped into you.

The first thing you noticed was the smell. It wasn't bad. You'd always expected a cock to smell repulsive, of ammonia and old sweat. This didn't smell like that. There was a hint of something musky, like the smell that clings to someone after a run, and something else you couldn't place, sweet, sharp, savoury, all at once.

The next thing was the size of it. Silusirex's hand was at his crotch, working the length of his member free from the sheath. You watched with awe as it just kept growing in his hand. By the time the knot sprung free, it had gone from being an inch-long nub poking from the end of the sheath to a gross protuberance, well over a foot long and three inches thick in places, the knot even wider than that.

You steeled your resolve. You're here for Oriniel. You balled your hands into fists, gripping the hem of your robe and closed your eyes. You couldn't get the image of it out of your head though, nor could you stop your mouth from watering at the thought of it.

Long-nailed fingers gripped your hair. Only one hand, the other off doing Heavens know what. He pulled you in, sliding himself down your throat.

You gagged. The cock was already at your tonsils, seeping precum into your throat.

You could feel yourself blushing, only imagining how you look right now, a demon's cock not even halfway in your mouth. You couldn't help but picture it, an angel being towered over by a demon, feathery white wings twitching helplessly as she gags on his cock, him guiding her over just the last third. He hasn't even really forced you yet. He could if he wanted to. He could drag you down to his hilt, use your throat like a pussy: a warm, wet hole to fuck, to empty his throbbing, pendulous balls into.

Fuck. Why isn't he?

Your hand leaves your thigh, jumping to the one in your hair. Silusirex's grip loosened for a split second, before you curled his fingers between your thick locks. You took him as deep as you could, to the very edge, after which your body wouldn't let you continue, still holding his hand, guiding him.

"What's this? My my my, the angel wants more?"

Again, the pain in the back of your brain. It focused your mind, made you want it more, harder, every sinew in your body screamed for it.

You nodded.

He pushed.

Your hand wasn't needed any more. You'd altered the deal, and he'd accepted. You could feel him halfway down your throat. You couldn't help it. Your other hand strayed up your thigh. You felt wetness spreading over your crotch. Your fingers touched it. A strum of pleasure raced through you, like someone had plucked the lowest note on a guitar.

You lifted your hand to inspect it. A thin film of silvery liquid strung between your index and middle fingers. You held it up for the demon to see, you're not sure why.

"Why, little angel, you're enjoying this, aren't you?"

You moaned when the pain started, your eyes unable to focus. The wetness spreading beneath your clothing.

You nodded.

Silusirex pulled out of your mouth.

You gasped as he pulled you up by the hair, bending you over a pew.

He gathered your cassock in one hand, baring your ass and glinting pussy to him. His cock sat at the entrance to your cunt

"Only if you want it, angel, but I won't be held responsible for what happens next"

You whined for him, reaching backwards to stroke his cock, shifting yourself to tease the tip

"Close enough"

Hands closed around your waist as he pressed his weight into you. You moaned as his cock parted you, your hips working with him, riding him as he fucked you from behind. You could feel his tip knocking on the door of your cervix.

It hurt like hell. Wave after wave of pain flooded you, every grinding press into your cunt made him prod harder. You didn't care.

Your halo squealed above you. Your legs started to shake. Your mouth dropped open. Your hands gripped his.

Then

Release

You squirted when you came. First it was silver, then steel, then iron, then pitch. The screaming metal run over your head shattered, shards sticking into your head. Your skin bubbled and changed, your body becoming softer, more pliable. Sensation filled you as a thousand hyper-sensitive clits grew along the depth of your cunt, each one throbbing as you pushed back upon the demon. Your wings burned to ash, feathers blackening and falling as so much dust.

You were complete.

You wanted more.

You looked back at Silusirex, willing him on. You bucked your hips "fuck me, daddy, and make it hurt"

The demon behind you laughed. You groaned. He pulled your hair, he dug his stilleto-sharp nails into your back. He burned you with magic and slapped your ass. Every new punishment he gave you made you clench and leak around him. Every shock of pain brought you a little closer.

He stuffed his cock the rest of the way into you. You felt it slam into your back wall, forcing through the tiny entrance to your womb. The pain was exquisite, flooding you, making your eyes roll and your head spin.

Then he knotted you.

He was all the way in. His hips kissed yours, over and over again as he tugged the knot out, and slammed it back in. Every thrust stretched your ruined cunt harder. Every time he hit the top of your womb, sending waves of sweet agony through you. More inky-black squirt sprayed from you, soaking both your legs, pooling on the floor.

You collapsed, no longer possessing the energy to prop yourself up.

He knotted you for the last time, cum streaming from him as he held your waist, keeping your hips tight against his as he cooed to you.

He lifted you up, a new demon in the arms of her creator, and carried you to your new home.

He'd tell you of your friend's fate, of course, but that could wait until you woke up

[khorazir]

Hi!! I just read both the johnlock anniversary fics you reblogged and absolutely loved them. I've missed my boys! And the way you write them is just. Umph. Perfect.

On that note - do you have any favorite johnlock fics of yours you would recommend me? I've read the tour de France one like a million times (it's how I found you) and I just love it. Bomus points if it's a favorite that's not as loved on by the masses!

Thank you so much for the lovely message. It’s greatly appreciated, especially right now. There has been a noticeable drought of comments and general reactions to my stuff on AO3 lately. Not sure if other authors are experiencing that as well. So thank you again.

As for your question, to be honest, I find it really difficult to pick favourites. It really depends on what mood I’m in. I’ve written some more AU stuff (the weirdest being my Horselock fic The Horse and his Doctor, and the most elaborate my Codebreaker & WW2 AU Enigma).

There are several fics with folklore elements, such as The Summer Boy and Danger Nights.

Some spooky stuff (again Danger Nights, A Midnight Clear and The Subtenant).

Something similar to Rewind is Lost In A Good Book since is also has time-travel elements.

More lighthearted and slightly cracky are Fortunately the Milk, Putting up Shelves and The Joye of Snacks.

Mostly canon-compliant (although some were written before the later series’ aired) are the Over/Under series, Hot Water Bottle and A Thing With Peas.

My Speed AU London Speed isn’t finished yet, albeit a new chapter is in the works. It will be some time before it’s finished, though, because I have too many Dead Boy Detectives plot bunnies running around in my mind right now. Gotta deal with them first – although one of them is a crossover with Sherlock that’s going to be the third installment in my Figuring Out the Rest series of Dead Boy Detectives fics (the second fic of which is about three quarters written).

Anyway, I hope that answered your question. Thank you again for the lovely ask.

[itsdumbbitchhours]

Omg please talk about your Sanctuary oc

so my wife has admitted that this was her and I'm very shy about posting my ocs but since she's gone to such lengths to get me to post them, I'm doing it. she's asked about my sanctuary oc specifically but I'll just post them all. this is a very quick whistle-stop tour but if anyone wants to know more, questions are always welcome.

Beulah False: the sanctuary oc in question. she's somewhere in her early 500s. she's a linguist, which runs in her family, and her speciality is that she can decipher any code. her and her team were vital during the war functioning as codebreakers. she removed herself from the field twice - once when she was pregnant, and the second time when her son disappeared. she did not return to it following the second. now she works in the sanctuary monitoring correspondence coming in and out.

Elide Prompt, Maja Paradigm and Alexis Squabble: the rest of the codebreakers in Beulah's team. There were five in total, the fifth member being Miss Nuncio from book 5 (I miss her every day).

Callie Scandal: she's in her mid 200s and was the result of an accidental, and not particularly welcome, war pregnancy. she's an elemental, but magic just wasn't her strong suit. she runs a salon in Roarhaven, and I don't just mean the new one, she's been there for years and has a very loyal client base.

Aisling Happenstance: born roughly a century into the war, and one half of a set of identical twins. it originally appeared she had no magic, but when she was five her psychic tendencies started becoming clear. she's a Sensitive though she doesn't see the classic world-ending visions of the future. when focusing on a person, she can anticipate any decision the second it's made, which made her vital on the battlefield. she's still useful for the same reason, and the Sanctuary wanted to keep her close, so she now works as back office staff.

Owen Tiernan: a mortal name for a mortal guy. Or, at least, he was, up until he turned 38 and too many crises in one year led to the discovery of his latent werewolf gene (changed canon because having them extinct is boring). Previously having lived in the city, he moved to the countryside and took over his father's farm which was left to him in his will (one of the crises).

Calamitous Vice: born to a mortal family in the 1800s. Their family consisted of scammers making the most out of the wealthy Victorian paranormal phase. When they were old enough, they took over their mother's role of fake spiritual medium, except it turned out everything they said was correct. They struck out on their own and learned about magic from an anxious sorcerer during the war who had heard of their services. A type of neoteric, their magic is a hideous cross between necromancy and Sensitive. they can talk to dead spirits that linger. Their knowledge of the future is limited only to deaths and only if they're close to the date. operating out of Roarhaven, they run a reverse insurance company. rather than paying them to provide money after a crisis as you would a traditional insurer, they're paid to ensure it's prevented.

John & James Web: another set of twins. the idea for them was born from reading Friday Night Fights and listening to how stupid the fight ring was and how she would make it better. they run a fight ring of their own, but it's all completely above board because everyone who participates is fairly paid and does it of their own free will. of course, not all their dealings are quite so ethical. John's discipline is still in development, but it's something to do with spiders. James is a Sensitive, but he's also got psychosis so it's sometimes difficult to tell what's actually a vision of the future and what's just him. John picked his name first and since they were very close and James had his own issues, he just ran with it.

Johnny Bananas: I stole this name straight from a random celebrity on s1 of US Traitors. He's an assassin for hire and very, very good at his job. When directly looking at a person, he can make them experience any injury that's inflicted upon him. He does still feel the pain of them, but he's had the discipline for so long he's just kind of desensitised.

Chassis Noble: another Sensitive. He can't read minds but he can alter people's perceptions of physical sensations. He's a popular interrogator. He originally wanted to be a good person, and so worked for the Sanctuary. Due to an assignment where the outcome did not match what he was told, and was not ethical, he left the Sanctuary's employ and struck out on his own. now he's available for anyone to hire, sometimes that's the Sanctuary, sometimes it's horrible people, but he no longer cares.

Josie: a vampire. Originally worked as a nurse in a care home and was turned by a rogue vampire on her smoke break. Because she wasn't aware the magical community existed and didn't know what else to do, she managed to go back to work and keep up her employment, and the care home were too short-staffed to ask too many questions. A Sanctuary employee found out when his mortal mother entered hospice care at the home. She's been on the Sanctuary's emergency bank staff list ever since.

Rory: also a vampire and also turned by a rogue one. he was a truck driver and was turned one night while parked layby. similarly to Josie, he also had no idea the magical community existed, so just went back to work. He was scouted by a transit company ran by a sorcerer and switched to employment under them. Now his deliveries cover both sides of the population.

And that's it! I also have an ex cleaver and a vampire who don't yet have names but are both dating my wife's ocs :3

[bonefall]

Super interested in how you plan to write Leopardfoot! I feel like both fanon and canon tend to make her into a sweet mom(tm) who’s super sad that Tigerstar is evil, very similar to how Goldenflower is usually treated. What’s her thoughts on Pinestar and him leaving? How did she influence Tigerstar? What are her political beliefs?

Society has progressed past the need for sad moms who stare tearily at their evil sons and boohoo about all the murder. It's MOTHER AGENCY TIME

BB!Leopardfoot was FEROCIOUS. Her father was the indominable Adderfang, and he taught her about the importance of honor and glory. When Tigerpaw was given to Thistleclaw as an apprentice, she was proud of it. It felt perfect to her-- that her father's apprentice was now her son's mentor.

For his brief rule, she supported Sunstar completely. It helped that he came after the disastrous and embarassing exit of Pinestar, which ruined the legacy that she wanted him to give her son. Pinestar was a damn coward and a codebreaker... and she assured Tigerkit that he was more HER son than his.

She even gives him a life, for Legacy, in defiance of StarClan

She was friends with Bluemoon for a time, but after ascending to StarClan, she learned about the Forget-me-nots.

This changed her opinion of her. Leopardfoot supports Thistle Law, STRONGLY so.

She supported THISTLECLAW when he tried to forcefully void the Queen’s Rights. If Bluemoon hadn't broken the code, then what did she have to hide?

She backed off when Thrushpelt leapt to her defense though, "She didn't reveal it because she doesn't love me are you happy now??"

Leopardfoot: *awkwardly turns away feeling like an asshole now, tea SPILLED, her friend's dirty laundry EXPOSED, thought she was crusading for the law but she just dug up drama*

Towards the end of Pinestar’s reign, he was getting exhausted. He wanted peace. Leopardfoot wanted kittens around that time, and figured that there was no better cat than the son of Oakstar, architect of the infamous Crusade Era.

If Pinestar had no children, a glorious bloodline would have died out. She wanted it for her kits. Pinestar agreed on the condition that he would be their Mi, which she happily accepted.

So when Pinestar left, she jumped into the nursery to take over and had to explain to her kits where their Mi went.

She drove it home to them that he abandoned everything, because his weakness took over. They would never be like him, she promised.

Mistkit died very young. Nightpaw made it to apprenticeship before she also succumbed. Tigerclaw remembers very well how hard it was to lose his sisters.

Leopardfoot herself was taken shortly before TPB, in Spottedleaf's Plague. Her death causes Tigerclaw to have a bit of a moment.

After the trial in Bluestar's Flowers, Leopardfoot leaves StarClan along with a bunch of other Thistle Law supporters, including Thistleclaw himself. She joins the BOTTE at the end of OotS, fighting to the end with her son.

She misses him a lot, and remains in the Dark Forest to the current arc. She chose her path; and has the dignity to walk it.

She does miss StarClan sometimes though, and will tell you stories about it if you ask.

In terms of demon friends, she's somewhere in the clique between the harsher and softer spirits.

She dislikes Morningstar, Cloudberry, and Ryewhisker on the softer end, and has come to resent Thistleclaw and Finchflight on the other, but likes Darkstripe, Leopardstar, and Silverhawk.

Gets along with a range of "mid" level demons.

In particular I imagine she hangs out with Darkstripe a lot. Taste test buddy, he asks her to try his experimental recipes because she's honest but not mean. One of the few Thistle Law supporting cats he hangs out with after the double-death of Tigerstar.

He calls her Lefty. Her official nickname is "Left" but he calls her Lefty.

(Clanmew: her name is Saorpwyyar. Others call her Saopr. He calls her Sapyy.)

Her mom and dad Swiftbreeze and Adderfang are here too, following Thistleclaw like she did, but she's been minimizing her contact with her dad. She feels like she is owed an apology somehow but also doesn't have the emotional intelligence to know that it's what she wants.

She just knows that she feels really bitter talking to him, and that's unpleasant.

She used to be VITRIOLIC with Pinestar, who is also here, even going after him physically when he chose to join in with the Dark Forest trainees. But now... honestly so much shit has happened, she just doesn't like seeing him. She wishes he wasn't here.

I write her being very dignified. She doesn't like to admit publically she was ever wrong and speaks with confidence, quietly backing off and not wanting to speak about her mistakes. She loves her children and her family, but explores the world in a very "self-centric" way, trusting her feelings and personal judgement over anything logical.

A reactionary sort of person, if that makes sense.

Her Land Mar has to develop over time because she is an ex-StarClan migrant (damned souls get theirs instantly after judgement), but it's called the Fence Cliff. It's a picket fence that blocks off a sheer drop, making a sharp turn down the cliff face and acting as a walkway. Follow the fence down the slope, and you can access the Dark Forest's town biome.

[chayannecraft]

hey the last drawing will probably be uploaded tomorrow!! i know you'll understand but i've been very busy today :)

anyway i'm curious about if the other eggs have any sort of role in your au??

OH and if you want to talk abt what chayanne and phil's relationship is like, i've been very curious about that lol bc it seems like phil's both very protective of him and doesn't care about him that much. not saying you haven't thought it out i'm just eager to look more into his character!

Hello!! Yeah no I understand I’ve been super busy too. Finals season and everythang. It’s a curse. Oh my god. (Which is why im so late answering this ask hello omg!!!) But anyways yes hello oh my god questions!!!! 💖💖💖!!!!! YES!!! I WILL ANSWER

The other eggs have very loose roles but they do exist!! They sort of take up the space of the descendants-of-the-champions roles that Sidon and the others fill (although I’m not sure who is who at the moment, would have to think about that a little more!!) (I have no idea what role Tallulah plays, but I think she might be traveling around with Wilbur, more info on that later) but sometimes they’re also just like, normal random kids. They are all friends I promise. I don’t have a lot on them though so this is not that coherent.

CHAYANNE AND PHIL. WOUGH BOY. THIS IS A LONG ONE

You were right in that Phil is very protective of Chayanne!! I think a part of him knew Chayanne was The Chosen Hero, but when faced with the decision to send him off to what very well could have been his sons death, if not horrific trauma he was like um. No lol. Not doing that.

A consequence of the storyline in general is Phil isn’t very mentioned a lot, so it gives off the idea that he’s uncaring towards Chayanne, but I promise you that’s not the case!! (Not to make fun of you or call you out of course). Phil is actually very loving towards his son, and was devastated when he ran away with the Master Sword.

Then (for reasons I haven’t thought up yet) he’s pretty distracted but desperately trying to get his kid back. Until the calamity happens and they fail. Then he’s under the impression his son is just dead and he’s in mourning for the next 100 years (Why is he still alive in 100 years, you ask! Well! I took everything from these kids and I think taking their parents is a little bit too cruel so everybody is blessed by some sort of god that expands their lifespan a couple hundred ok :D!!!)

And then a little bit after botw someone goes to Philza and is like hey. The hero is back. He’s hanging out with Princess Pomme. He looks a lot like the missing hero from 100 years ago. Your son. Might be your son Phil. And Phil basically takes 3 seconds to process this before clawing himself up from his depression and being like OK. WE’RE GONNA GO GET HIM!!! AND IF ANYBODY TRIES TO STOP ME IM MAULING THEM. Of course he gets to hyrule RIGHT as totk plot starts and Chayanne goes missing so kind of an L BUT THEY DO REUNITE!!!

They get their moments. They also get a really tearful reunion where Chayanne is like dad im so sorry for running off oh my god :( I forgot you for a hundred years you must be so upset with me. And Philza is hugging him like oh my god my kid is ok. Oh my god. YOU’RE GROUNDED FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE WHAT THE FUCK. And then just caries him around. And probably has some sort of beef with Missa because that’s Chayanne’s Hyrule-Dad. Meanwhile Pomme stands in the back ready to kill him if he makes one wrong move.

There’s a side story kind of sequel relating to that where Pomme and Chayanne have to grapple with the fact that Chay is also a prince and his dad misses him dearly and wants him to come home but they don’t want to be separated ever for the rest of their lives. Maybe even some parent bonding. Like a little family-person drama to contrast the cursed-destiny-supernatural-calamity drama and probably some Death Family Bonding.

[askthequeenandtheabstractedqueen]

[Mod Blaze:-Sleeping on the floor with a Queenie and Clover stuffies beside a labeled box-]

What the box says:Handmade digital stuffies for the mods based on the character they are/rp as

(If I missed anyone please tag them for me)

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[historianroo]

a short list of historical figures who were queer: because I need people to understand that queer people have always been here.

with sources, because I am, after all, a historian.

Most of these figures are musicans, it is because I am studying to be a historical musicologist (basically a music historian).

Leonard Berenstein– (1918-1990) Composer, conductor, musician. Known for his musical West Side Story. Most likely a gay man, perhaps bisexual. While there are plenty of letters and first hand confirmations that exist, this Guardian article conveys the information well enough.

Pytor Illich Tchaikovsky– (1840-1892) Russian composer, best known for his ballets: Swan Lake, and the Nutcracker, as well as his 1812 Overture, which features canon fire (and has become a meme on Tumblr). A gay man, as confirmed by multiple historians that have dedicated their life to his research, and by me, who spent a few weeks translating letters that talk about his love for men and his fear of what that would do to his life. This article talks about John Wiley (a historian) had to say about it.

Benjamin Britten– (1913-1976) Known for his vocal compositions, if you are an english classically trained vocalist you know Britten's compositions. Known especially for his War Requiem and his opera Peter Grimes. He and fellow musician Peter Pears had a long lived relationship. This article speaks about it more.

Ethel Smyth– (1857-1944) A lifelong disrupter, demanded (rightly so) for people to listen to her music in a time where women were not given the space to compose. A lesbian who fought for the right for women to perform and be a part of orchestras and conductor her own works when women conducters were few and far between. This article, written by a woman, speaks on her life well.

Francis Poulenc– (1899-1963) A Parisian man with a marked love of mostly men, but did father one daughter and dedicated a few compositions to her mother. This article speaks well on his love.

Alan Turing– (1912-1954) A gay icon of mine, Turing was a British Mathmetician and codebreaker who you have to thank for your phone and for the earlier end of the second World War. This article speaks about his life, as well as the film Imitation Game (2014) discusses it to some extent.

Freddie Mercury–(1946-1991) The beloved lead singer of the band Queen was a notourious queer icon, who had many love affairs with men but did say that he loved one woman when he was younger, for this reason, I will not say whether he was bisexual or gay. But a queer icon nonetheless. This article discusses the topic.

David Bowie– (1947-2016) A performer I have always loved and dearly miss, who is known for his bisexuality and fantastic outfits. This Billboard article discusses his sexuality. But it is important to note, that he came out as gay first, and then bisexual, which does not mean he was changing his mind or wanting to conform, but instead was becoming more comfortable with his own sexuality as he aged, something that should be a more generally accepted thing.

Leonardo da Vinci– (1452-1519) While there are guesses about this mans sexuality, it is generally believed and agreed upon that he was at least queer. While more research must be done, this article speaks on the subject well enough.

There are plenty more that I could talk about and that I want to talk about but that would take so long.

The most important thing: Queer people have always been here, and they are amazing and beautiful and deserved so much better than what history gave them.

Please reply with more (and sources) if you have them.

[mossdontknowwhattheydoin]

Okay like I do miss deathduo and wallflowerduo interactons and sugarduo interactons rn but yk what I really really REALLY miss rn

Codebreakers interactons

Like don't get me wrong I miss all those others but rn I'm feeln real starved for Etoilza content and jus- *sobs* I miss my funny little boys who hype up each other up no matter the circumstances

[mysticsinmotion]

Codebreakers part 3

First part

Previous part

"Where did you even learn how to make these?"

Chosen inquired curiously, finishing off the pancakes Dark had made for them.

They sat on opposite end of the couch together, curled up and leaning on the armrests.

"Saw some old lady making it through a window," dark replied nonchalantly, scraping the last of the pancake off the plate and into his mouth.

"The one that lives in that village a few miles away?"

Dark gives a half nod before leaning back onto the couch with a heavy sigh, shutting his eyes.

His head hurt.

Oh yeah, didn't have coffee today.

Should probably get up and make some.

" What, you just stalking other sticks for fun now?" Chosen teases lightly.

Dark grins, sitting up and stretching.

"What can I say? If some random grandma decides to catch my interest, how can I not observe?"

"I don't know if thats normal, Dark"

" Possibly," Dark yawns, stretching his arms up like a cat who'd just awakened. "But If I didn't stalk her, you wouldn't be able to keep stuffing your fat face,"

" Idiot!" Chosen laughed, giving him a playful punch in the shoulder.

Dark chuckles,purposely pulling exaggerated pained expressions and clutches his shoulder in pretend agony.

All of a sudden he paused, laughter gone.

The smile was wiped of Chosen's face in an instant.

"...Dark?"

"Hm?

"You... Okay?" Chosen hesitated, his head tilted in concern , eyes fixed on him with worry.

"Yep yep yep, I'm fine. Had a rough night and my head's killing me," Dark assured him quickly, giving him a thumbs up.

Standing up, he started walking in the direction of the kitchen.

" I assume you haven't had your coffee?" Chosen called after him.

"You would be correct!" Dark yells back before disappearing into the kitchen and slamming the door shut.

Great. Kitchens a mess. Dirty pots and pans litteredthe counter the sink piled up high with dishes.

Ugh.

The least Chosen could of done was clean up while he was away, all he does is sit and mope in his damn room all day-

Wait, he was the last person in here.

Which meant...

....this was his mess...

Oops

'my bad Cho.'

He shook his head furiously, causing it to throb harder.

Need

Coffee

He strolls over to Chosen's coffee machine, and pushed the on button.

Immediately, the machine whirred to life, letting out that beautiful purring sound he had so desperately missed during his stay at the labs.

Dark loved that hum. That noise always meant one thing, and one thing only:

Coffee.

He started the machine in an almost robotic way, having done this dozens of times before.

But a thought pestered at the back of his mind, like an annoying fly that wouldn't shut up.

Chosen said he was fine.

Dark somehow didn't believe him. He'd snuck a glance at Chosen's leg after the incident and hadnt noticed anything off about it. The scar that ran from his below his ankle and halfway up his leg hadn't split again, and Dark had wondered if he'd somehow hurt him by accident, but there wasn't any sign of injury there.

Maybe it was just a cramp like always. Only a little more intense.

Dark had noticed that Chosen only got cramps in his left calve and sometimes his arms. While it wasn't really strange, he couldn't help but think about it.

If he didn't get cramps, why did Chosen?

The machine suddenly beeps, snapping Dark from his thoughts.

Rude. But acceptable since it's coffee.

He snatches an empty, cracked mug from the drying rack and pours the coffee in. The bittersweet smell hits him first before anything, making him give a content sigh.

'Now this is what I need' he thought as he takes the first heavenly sip.

As his head starts clearing up, his mind wandered back to Chosen and his cramps.

Cramps seem like something only one of old age should experience.

Him and Chosen were made by the same person, so why did only he get them? It didn't make sense.

Maybe something happened before Dark was created?

He dismissed the idea immediately. Chosen couldn't have been more then a few days older then him. He didn't think that Alan guy would keep Chosen alive for more than a few hours based on how his sole reason of existence was to obliverate Chosen.

He frowned as he gulped down the last drop of coffee in the mug and set to work clearing up the kitchen.

He was slightly worried about that code Alan had implanted into him. It wasn't as if he wanted to hurt Chosen but sometimes....

It's fine, it's okay. As long as he kept it under control, nothing would happen. It's bound to delete itself after a while.

Chosen was his best friend. Only friend. Only person he knew actually.

How could he ever hurt his only friend?