#prodigy Tiger Claw

[khlegacynexus]

Never put off till Tomorrow what can be done today also…..all this lore your learning today

[universallychaoticpan]

Hey can you make a part two of Sigma having a crush on Fyodor's s/o (not Atsushi I know his way to innocent for this😭)

I just know S/o WILL be treated with luxury whenever she visit air casino. What if she save Sigma from a mission that HE almost die (s/o have a soft spot for sigma even thou he almost FOLDED an entire mission, she still scolded him HARSHLY, S/o sees him as a little kid) and his 'ADMIRATION' worsens much to Fyodor's chagrin (I wanna see hubby's reaction🤭)

I'm sorry if this is a bit short, I'm still trying to get back into my flow so to speak, but I hope you enjoy this! I might still come back and adjust it later because I'm just indecisive like that.

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Fyodor knew you were nothing if not quite a loyal person; he wouldn't keep you around if he wasn't completely sure of your intentions and commitments. But that didn't stop his eyes from narrowing as he watched Sigma all but bend over backwards as you talked to him, cheeks a burnished rose as you scolded him for putting himself in danger yet again for the sake of a mission.

At the time, Fyodor had scoffed, entrusting Sigma to save his own skin as he found himself in a run in with Dazai and his tiger prodigy, but you were always too sweet. You'd rushed to his aid, saving his life before turning to him with an arched brow. It seemed even now, you hadn't gotten over the scare Sigma had given you that day.

So Fyodor watched as his lover was fawned over by his comrade, sipping his drink while Sigma tried to hide his burgeoning affections for you. He treated everyone nicely but when it came to you...well there was just something different there.

He grimaced as you walked towards him, the sleek fabric of your clothing shining in the buttery light of the sky casino.

"You should stop leading him on," he purred, not meeting your eyes as you slipped into the seat beside him.

Your small laugh was music to his ears, like bells or birdsong in the morning as it ran out above the chaos of the casino. "There's nothing there to dissuade," you murmured. God, he swore your voice carried spells...like every word dripped with enchantments designed to hypnotize and capture attention. "Sometimes I worry you're too possessive for your own good." He could hear your teasing smile, see it on your stained lips even as he stared down into his glass.

He sighed. "You're no fool, dorogaya. The more you protect him the more he gets attached." He made no attempt to hide the warning in his voice, but again, you just laughed. He didn't need to look to know Sigma was watching, watching your head fall back, staring at the velvet stretch of skin across your throat and the sweeping line of your shoulder with a near hungry gaze. You looked at him, eyes glimmering with mischief as you used dagger tipped fingers to turn his face to yours.

"You're lucky I like my men jealous," you murmured. Your teeth were flashing, gleaming knives in your mouth, digging into the soft flesh of your lips like nails breaking pomegranate skin, staining hands. Only he could see your face, and you looked positively carnal. He reveled in you, your spell on him not breaking even when you left your claw marks on his face, scratching the skin lightly as you pulled you hand away.

"Do not question my loyalties." This time, it was your voice that carried the warning, and yet you smiled as you turned away. Even now, you had him hooked on your attention. Was it any wonder the wasn't the only man vying for your affections?

[rubyreduji]

svt as spider-men

watched spiderverse and got inspired 🤩🙏 also idc if this isn't how the spider-verse works or these spider-sonas already exist these are MY headcanons

SEUNGCHEOL spider-man

he is our classic peter parker type spiderman

doesn't have any special powers outside of the usual spider-man powers

very dependable and is a good leader to the other spider-people

JEONGHAN halo-spider

don't be fooled by the name, he's anything but an angel

his powers wouldn't be nearly as effective if not paired with his wit

is an actual menace to his villains and the police (good)

he can spit acid and is not afraid to do it

JOSHUA gentle-spider

he got his name from the sweet way he saves his city, but he just doesn't show citizens his full powers

don't get on his bad side because he won't hold back

he can use the stick of his fingers to burn his opponent's skin or even rip it off (the mark of kaine)

has sharp barbed hairs that grow out of his skin that he can release to harm others

JUNHUI moon-spider

has inpeccable night vision and just overall heightened senses

works better at night time because he becomes more powerful when the moon is out

sleeps a lot during the day due to his high activity levels at night

can send cold shocks through his opponent's body by touching them

SOONYOUNG spider-stripes

the spider that bit him wasn't just radioactive but also carrying tiger dna in it

so he's now part human, part spider, part tiger (and he loves it)

he has large sharp teeth that carry spider venom

he also has retractable claws that are a mix of tiger and spider claws

WONWOO sea-spider

has the ability to walk on water and breath underwater

you know when spider webs get all dewy? he can do that naturally and uses it to effect sun and light reflection

can't exactly control water but can manipulate it to help him out in fights

does a lot of computer and "guy in the chair" stuff

JIHOON song-spinner

(like spider-punk) he uses his guitar in battle

uses sound waves to vibrate and attack surrounding objects and opponents

well known in his city for singing while on patrol and even in battle

works on inventing and researching when not patrolling

SEOKMIN web-weaver

excels in weaving webs and web swinging

he's very skilled at trapping

he can do that thing that some spiders do where he can make a glue lasso out of his webs (look it up)

can also glide through the air that people sometimes confuse with flying

MINGYU spider-legs

he really wanted to be cool and as skilled as the others but he's just so clumsy and tends to get caught in his own web (he's working on it okay)

has the electric venom blast that miles morales does, but does not know how to use it in a contained proper way

can sprout four spindly spider legs from his body to give him eight limbs (he doesn't use this a lot bc it freaks people out)

the one thing he is really skilled at is wall climbing and being able to move/climb like a spider

MINGHAO the8 (he gets to keep his name bc how many legs do spiders have? exactly)

excels in stealth due to his camoflauge and inaudibility

he also has super flexibility and can bend his body in all different kinds of ways

so good at not leaving a trace that some people don't even believe he exists

one of the fastest and most agile spider-men there is

SEUNGKWAN spider-boo

really good at mimicing others (both in voice and appearance) and uses that to his advantage in fights

can excrete pheremones that can effect other's emotions

very knowledgable in every other spider-person and their powers

his only downside is he's very talkative and can get a bit hot headed in battle...

VERNON spider-petal

very intune with nature, specifically plants and insects

can communicate with spiders easily

really good at burrowing which doesn't sound like it would come in handy but it has in the most random situations

a really chill spider-man everyone likes him, even his villains

CHAN spider-kid

got bit at a young age and became a prodigy, now that he's older he kind of hates his name but is now branded

like cheol he only has the "normal" powers but he's still one of the best

he's so so so smart and uses his powers in ways people dont normally, he is in the front runnings for best up and coming spider-man

when the other spider-people try and pick on him for being so young he just shows them up in a web swinging contest (he can even beat seokmin)

powers i'm considering as "normal" spider powers: spidey senses, wall climbing, web shooting, renerative healing, toxin immunity, super: strength, speed, stamina, duribility, agility, reflexes, jumping, equiilibrium

[indieyuugure]

What are your opinions on Xever Montes’ Mutation to Fish face. I saw some people complaining about him being nerfed. Or complaining about him being a fish, excetra. One of the comments I came across said that they wish he had become something more agile, to fit his fighting style. And I thought occurred to me that it was technically an opportunity to bring in a 2012 version of Overdrive. but they probably didn’t do it because of TigerClaw.

I personally don’t really care about that. And my Tiger Claw is a Good guy. So I decided to utilize the idea of Xever becoming a Rise/Prodigy version of Overdrive

OOOHHH!! I love this idea! And your design looks so cool! Xever the Jaguar Man!! I gotta remember this one!

Oh, I’ve never heard of that criticism before. I actually didn’t think it to be much of a nerf, since, while yes he has to rely on robot legs to walk around and oxygenated water to keep him breathing, he makes a few references to being strong than before.

I think too with his venomous bite, he’s probably at least equal to his previous form. I do kind of wish he would at least try to use his bite more often, though I do understand the writer’s apprehensions to doing that as Raphael already got bit, so having more characters get bit might seem repetitive and loose it’s gravity. However, Xever perhaps at least trying would seem a little more believable, even if he doesn’t succeed again, but idk, just a personal opinion.

I do agree it would be very cool if Xever was a jaguar. Not exactly sure where he’d come into contact with one of those, but it would be cool to see. I do also agree that having a jaguar and a tiger villain on screen could become confusing.

There’s some what of a rule to designing characters that your characters should be iconic enough that you can tell who it is and tell them apart from the others purely by silhouettes. The turtles scrape this line very close, but with them being different heights and sizes and having different weapons, you can usually see the difference.

Perhaps if they made Xever something more like a cheetah or just a very thin jaguar, they could’ve gotten away with it, as Xever is very thin, and Tiger Claw is very broad, you’d still be able to recognize them as separate characters.

Again though, I don’t know, just some thoughts. I definitely like Xever more as a big cat, though I think I still like his fish design as well. I don’t know who Overdrive is(I’m guessing probably a IDW original?) kinda sounds like a transformer, lol 😂

Good question! :]

[screwnames-ihatenames]

MIKEY SEP AU?!?!? WITH KLUNK?!? TIGER CLAW DAD?!!

[thenewbrxxd]

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[justanotherblonde]

blonde's sasodei week 2022 (1)

@sasodeiweek

~PREVIEW~

hello loves! i'm still working on this fic, but trust me, IT WILL BE WORTH THE WAIT. ugh. i just. no words. just read it. here's the opening:

Chapter 1: Walk the Wild (excerpt)

Legend had it that on this mountain lived a thousand-year-old tiger immortal. Legend claimed that in his tiger form, his pelt shone like gold illuminated by a setting sun. His claws were steely black and sharper than the sharpest blade. Stalking through snow-blanketed forests on long, powerful legs, he would tower over the average man. In his human form, he was blessed with unearthly beauty, but none could say exactly what he looked like. Few survived an encounter with him. It was said that he killed anything human without discretion: man, woman, child, steed, beloved pet, sparing only the lives of wild creatures like himself. As such, this mountain had become a haven for beast and rare flora alike, a paradise untouched by the greedy paws of mankind.

Sasori Akasuna believed that there was always an ounce of truth to legend. He had travelled the world seeking rare animals, capturing them in order to perfectly preserve their likenesses for science. His prodigious work in the field of taxidermy had earned him no small amount of notoriety in academic circles, but for Sasori it was merely a way of life. Unfortunately, it was a way of life that few understood. Even his greatest benefactor, the Sunan Natural History Museum, had stopped funding his expeditions.

But nothing could stop Sasori from carrying out his work. After the Museum let him go, he used his savings to set up an independent workshop, supporting himself by taking commissions and selling rare mountings to private buyers. For every piece he sold, however, there was a specimen in his workshop which outshone it tenfold.

And so Sasori found himself trekking Mount Jinhu alone, because immortal or not, there was a tiger on this mountain that belonged in his collection.

His hands were freezing. Hunting tigers in the dead of winter… Of course it had to be winter. Add another challenge to the hunt, why not? Snow crunched beneath his heavy boots: he forged his own trail here. The machete strapped to his hip thumped comfortingly against his thigh with each step; the custom-made, bolt-action rifle hanging from his shoulder was a familiar weight, as was his pack of supplies. He had hunted all over the world, in all types of weather, from drowning downpours in the deepest of jungles, to the scorching sands of seemingly endless deserts. This cold was nothing.

To him.

Extreme cold had taken the lives of a third of the team on his very last Museum-funded expedition. One after the other, inexperienced young men had succumbed to hypothermia in the Arctic whilst Sasori pursued a monstrous polar bear. That expedition had been straw that broke the camel’s back. The Director had been furious: “How is it that of all the projects we finance, only yours have such high mortality rates?! The costsI could just about tolerate for the trade-off of prosperity that your specimens bring this institution. But you’ve done enough. These obsessive trophy hunts are getting out of hand, and we can no longer afford them. From now on, you’re on your own.”

Fools. Sasori sighed to himself, releasing a puff of condensation into the icy air. He tugged his muffler up over his chin and adjusted his fur-lined cap.

The sacrifices were always worth it. They had felled that polar bear, and now it stood in the Museum’s main atrium, exuding all of the glorious ferocity it had displayed in life, drawing crowds from all over the world. The Director should have begged Sasori for another, not sent him packing.

Never mind. He could handle himself. The terrain here was simple enough. Compared to the other mountains in this range, Mount Jinhu was low—a mere 2,529m in elevation—and gently sloped. Its summit could be hiked on foot without needing ropes or ice-axes. The foot of the mountain was forested, but easily navigable as the snow was only ankle-deep, and there was very little undergrowth. Sasori had found this odd at first, until he remembered what he’d heard in the village: the reason he hunted here in winter, not summer.

The locals had told him that the tiger hibernated in winter. This was idiotic of course: tigers did not hibernate, but the villagers had been insistent that this was not a tiger, it was a tiger immortal. They had said that it was safer to enter his territory in winter, while he slept, because in summer, raging wildfires would tear down from the mountain to consume not just the forest, but even the village below. They claimed that it was the tiger immortal himself who caused the fires.

Sasori hadn’t believed them, but as ever, he discovered an ounce of truth to the legend. The lack of ground cover had been his first clue, but countless charred tree trunks confirmed it: truly, wildfires had ravaged this place. Not all that recently, however. The visible evidence of regrowth was at least three or four years old.

Nowadays, the villages nearby were mostly deserted: there was more work to be found in the city than toiling on the farm, eking a living from the land. The only people left behind for Sasori to speak to had been the oldest and the youngest: those who believed the legends most fervently. Collecting usable information about the tiger’s whereabouts on the mountain had taken weeks of deciphering tall tales and hearsay. Late summer had turned to winter in the months he had spent researching.

A toothless grandfather had claimed that the tiger resided in a cave at the very peak of the mountain. His wife disagreed: the tiger’s home was beside the most beautiful waterfall on the south face. She had seen it once, with her own eyes. A small child had insisted that tigers lived in trees, but could not elaborate.

“Tch. Fools, the lot of them.” Sasori clapped his gloved hands together, trying to work some warmth into them. He’d left the village at dawn; the sun now stood directly overhead, and he was nearing the area he’d selected to begin his search: a ten-meter high waterfall on the mountain’s largest river.

Slipping off his glove, he dipped his hand inside the breast pocket of his water-proofed jacket, and withdrew the topographical map he’d acquired from the village government. The village leader had been incredibly reluctant to give such information to an outsider. They had forced him to sign a waiver. Item 1: Should any valuable natural resources be discovered on this expedition, all rights fall to the village. This did not include the tiger. The village wanted it gone, but they did not seem confident that Sasori would succeed, given Item 4: In the event of the explorer’s death, the village is absolved of all responsibility to recover his body.

He’d been following the river for some time, and although he’d seen no sign of the tiger, the mountain was teeming with life, even in winter. He’d spotted six different types of birds and a variety of small mammals. Most were relatively common, but there were enough unidentified species for him to consider setting up a temporary workshop here and collecting samples. Who would document the animals of this region, if not him?

Snap.

Sasori froze, listening for the next movement. He filled his ears with the sounds of the forest, filtering them until—Snap-swish. Another twig gave way under paw—or hoof? The animal was large, whatever it was. He slowly turned his head, bent his knees and reached for his machete.

An enormous stag edged into sight about seven meters away. It was the largest cervus specimen Sasori had ever seen: two-point-four meters tall from antler tip to cloven hoof, with a shoulder-height of one-point-six meters, approximately one-point-eight meters from snout to tail. Its pelt was a mottled brownish-grey, like Sasori’s eyes, but the fur around its black nose was pure white. Snorting clouds into the frosty air, it swung its head from side to side and pawed at the ground. Eyes like deep pools studied its surroundings: it sensed something was off, but had not yet detected Sasori.

Beauty, Sasori mouthed to himself, relaxing his stance. This was the part of his work that everyone underestimated: observation of the creature as it lived. Without knowing how it moved, how it thought, how could he create specimens so enchantingly lifelike? This was why his expeditions took so long. Why he had needed to learn how to feed himself in the wild, sleep in the wild, how to conceal his presence so the animals would allow him into their worlds. His work was a way of life, even if it ultimately ended in the animal’s death.

However, it would be inconvenient to take this stag for a mounting at the present time. Treating its pelt on the mountain would be time-consuming and wasteful. Sasori’s target was the tiger, and he would need to save his strength and supplies for that encounter. Moving as slowly as he could, Sasori lowered his pack and extracted his sketchpad. The stag remained still, but the movement had attracted its attention. It eyed Sasori through the net of branches which separated them.

“That’s it…” Sasori soothed, taking a step closer. “Easy…”

The stag shifted its weight.

“Shh…” Sasori balanced his sketchpad on his forearm, and in seconds the animal took shape on his page. He always started with the bones: years of work with anatomy had taught him what to look for, taught him how to “see” under the skin to the muscle, and from there work out how the bones lay, their length and size… Endless measuring had trained his eye to be precise within centimeters at this distance. He preferred to work with gridded sketch paper for this reason: the more accurate his sketches were, the better quality of work he could produce later on. And it saved precious time.

His precise and steady hand flew across the page, no stroke wasted. By the time the stag perked its ears and twitched in preparation to flee, Sasori’s sketch was mostly finished. His strokes slowed as he calmly shaded the drawing, working to capture the stag’s coloring. In the margin he wrote notes that his monochrome illustration could not capture.

“What a beauty…” Sasori breathed, a light smile illuminating his face as he gazed at his drawing.

Snap.

Sasori looked up, sensing a change. In the blink of an eye, the stag was gone, and the forest was silent. All birdsong had ceased; the rabbits were still in their burrows. Something was near. Sasori strained his eyes, looked all around, slowly turning on the spot. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, but he saw nothing. The presence was heavy, an electric aura that crackled through the air. He sensed… malice. Hatred. Killing intent.

A thrill traveled up Sasori’s spine. This was the tiger. He was certain of it. Wild beauty, Sasori thought. I am coming for you. Heart thumping in his chest, he took a step, eyes seeking a glimpse of yellow between the snow-crusted trees, his ears straining for movement, for a snort of breath, his nose drinking in the smells of the forest, thirsting for a clue. But the tiger did not reveal itself.

Then just as suddenly as it came, the aura passed, and in the silence that followed, the forest stirred. There was a tentative flap of wings above. Leaves rustled; snow dropped from a branch, and the forest lived once more.

Sasori sighed. That had been a show of power. I see you, the tiger was saying. I could have attacked, and revealed myself to you, but this is my territory, and here we play by my rules. Sasori checked his map once more, then shouldered his pack, setting off towards the waterfall where he would set up camp. The tiger’s appearance here solidified his conviction that he was in the right place.

According to the villagers, these days in winter it was more common for people to traverse the foot of the mountain unmolested. They gathered their firewood and returned home, having seen no sign of the fearsome tiger immortal that had tormented their grandparents. In spring, they foraged for mushrooms and rare plants, and the tiger did nothing to stop them. It was only if they ventured higher, into the tiger’s territory that people started to disappear. A change from the days of old, they said, when the tiger would not only set fire to the mountain in summer, but descend into the village and attack, tearing out the throats of every human he encountered.

“Are you growing old, Tiger?” Sasori mused aloud. “Or are you merely a different tiger?” According to Sasori’s research, tigers only lived for a few decades on average. They were solitary predators, and it was far more likely that this mountain had been inhabited by generations of them—some more murderous than others—than for the creature to truly be immortal.

The incessant rumble of water on stone reached his ears. He had arrived. It was time to get to work.

[silvysartfulness]

Local murder gremlin uses tricksy tricks to compensate for disability!

Concept that may or may not make it into the Happy SongXueXiao Roadtrip Story down the line. Either way I had to draw it, because the idea of a talisman scroll arm is awesome and wouldn’t leave me alone.

Because this is an aspect of Xue Yang that I want to see much more of! Is he a thug? Yes. A crass and murderous little hobo-child who clawed his way up from humble beginnings and never bothered with more than a thin veneer of civility? Absolutely. But he is also technically brilliant.

He’s the demonic cultivation equivalent of an all but self-taught inventor and engineer. He re-created the Stygian Tiger Seal when it was destroyed beyond repair by its creator. Made his own puppets and mind-control nails, brought people back from the dead to various degrees, and kept Xiao Xingchen’s body pristine for seven years in a casket lined with talismans.

He’s hungry, an ever curious prodigy in a world that despises curiosity, invention and thinking outside the box. It’s little wonder he took to Wei Wuxian’s ideas like a fish to water, and replicated and expanded upon them. Of course he did. They’re parallels in so many ways.

Tl;dr - Xue Yang is not just street-smart, he’s brilliant - and he deserves to be recognized for it.

[dawnshadowlegacies]

Demetrius Dawnshadow

Face Reference: Jon Snow, Dante from the Devil May Cry series, Tom ellis, and Kate Beckinsale Mix.

Name: Demetrius Dawnshadow

Race: Sin’dorei

Gender: Male

Age: Adult

Class: Demon Hunter/Rogue

Height: 6’0 

Weight: 175 lbs

Body Shape: Athletic

Occupation: Demon Hunter, Adventurer, Rogue, Lord, Captain, Spy (formally)

Nicknames: Deme, Dem, bastard, Tatsu Longwei, Pain in the Arse

Titles: Lord of House Dawnshadow, Slayer, Dragon of the Illidari, Captain of the Red Siren Count of Starhaven (fromaly)

Alignment:  Chaotic Good

Appearance: 

Demetrius is a toned athletic elf with long dark shoulder length hair and a pale complexion overall with a reddish demonic hue around his hands and lower arms.  He has a rugged roguish look to his facial features that some may consider charming especially when he dons his trademark grin showing the barest hint of his tiny fangs.  He has a black Dragon tattooed on his right shoulder, while on his left is an elvish sword that bears a resemblance to his own weapon.  His eye sockets are an almond shape with fel flame that can turn crimson when excited.  He keeps a well groomed goatee on his face further accenting his roguish charm.  He has various scars across his body from years of fighting, the most prominent being the scars under his eye sockets, a scar near his heart, and a burnt scar tracing up his lower right arm.  Clawed nails tip his fingers and from time to time his reddish wings are out and folded round him like a cloak.  While in his demon form his skin takes on a dark red color, his feet become cloven hooves, and horns grow from his head.

He wears dark black and red leather clothes with minor nether dragon scales on the sides and a coat made of the same materials with a sewed on black hood. An onyx etched dragon shaped pendant with ruby eyes hangs from his neck while his onyx and ruby shaped wedding ring that bears his house's emblem rests on his left ring finger.  He keeps his family heirloom dragon hilted sword Dragonkin at his side.  His belt holds his bag of holding as well his trinket to summon his fox friend Dexien. He wears the standard black Illidari blindfold as well.   From time to time he can be found wearing his coat tied around his waist and a set of warglaives on his back.

Personality:

Demetrius’ personality can be best described as outwardly as both brooding and fun loving as well as bold, creative, mischievous, and reckless.  Dem is devoted to his family and his friends doing what he can to safeguard and protect them.  He follows his own code of honor choosing to defend the innocent and avenge the dearly departed.  While he is known to brood and seem standoffish once he gets to know a person he tends to open up more and show that more playful side of his.  Dem tends to enjoy a good fight and will taunt and display a devil may care attitude to most foes unless the fight is deeply personal or what he would consider serious.  He is creative and will improvise new ways to attack enemies and look good doing so as well as create strategies on the fly.  He is reckless and impulsive to the point sometimes he will do something because it seems fun to him at the time.

Dem enjoys swordplay, riding on the back of a dragon, fox, or his mechano hog, adventuring, writing, reading fantasy novels, sailing, games, and playing his lute.  He hates monsters and people who would prey on the innocent, Blood Knights, demons, undead, and most void entities as well as all their former minions though he is not above giving them a chance to redeem themselves. 

Gear:

Dragonkin:  Dragonkin: A prismatic elementium, titansteel, and dragon bone runeblade crafted in a joint effort between the Kaldorei and the Black Dragonflight before the War of the Ancients in the arcane forge of the aspects in the elven style.  The curved blade is 27 inches long and was folded 16 times to pound out the impurities in the metal. The blade has a dull silver to blackish sheen to it after being polished. The Hilt is made of the fang of a dragon and coated in the same material as the blade and is 13 inches long.  The hilt is shaped in the head of a dragon with the tail wrapping along the groves of the hilt. The eyes of the dragon are made of hardened sapphires that depending on the mood of the wielder can turn blood red in an instant. The tsuba or hand guard is formed into the shape of a dragon claw plated in true silver and gold.

The curved blade is enchanted to drain the life of its wielder’s enemy if they are living.  It used to choose its owner binding itself to them until their true death.  It was gifted to the Starshadow family by a Black Dragon before their corruption and contains a fragment of his soul.  The blade would be passed down to the Dawnshadow family till Demetrius obtained it.  Recently it was broken during the first battle on the broken shore  and then reforged by the Netherwing Pyreaku and now is bound to Demetrius’ own soul for eternity and thus is able to deal shadowflame damage as well as appear in Dem’s hand with a thought.  If Dragonkin is broken or destroyed Dem can still call on it again after a period of time has passed.

Demetrius’ Clothes and Waistcoat (Grab of the Dragonfox): Demetrius normally wears a pair of black leather pants with netherwing scales swon between the leathers and inside the cloth of the pants.  His black boots are made of the same material with white fur lining on the top and elementium steel toes.  His shirt is a simple black shirt with an exposed neckline and sleeves that reach to his forearms.  His waistcoat is a sleeveless red and black leather piece with high collar and a black hood within it.  This ensemble is dubbed the Garb of the Dragonfox.  It is heavily enchanted to protect him in battle as well as repair itself should it become damaged as well as adjust its size when he transforms into his demon form.  The hood is enchanted to withstand mind based attacks and compulsion while the mask filters out poisons and diseases.  Despite the nature of his boots, when he clicks them together the sound from his footfalls is muffled to be near silent.  Minor slits in the back open up so that Deme’s demonic wings can push through when needed.  Due to the inherent properties of the outfit, Deme can summon it back to him through his bag of holding.

Jewelry:  Deme wears two rings, an amulet and a piece of eight.  His amulet is an onyx etched dragon shaped pendant hanging from a true silver chain.  His ring on his right hand is a true silver band and red dragon eye gem. On his left he wears an onyx and ruby shaped wedding ring that bears his house’s emblem.  It was given to him by his wife Gwenda'lyn Starshadow.  It is enchanted with fire resistance and a magical link private mind link between him and Gwen.  The Piece of Eight he wears is an enchanted Elunite Coin signafing his place on the Midnight Corsair’s council.  It is enchanted to defend him from time magics, and should the need arise hasten his movements for a limited time.

Miscellaneous Items:   Deme wears a black leather belt that has three pouches one of them being a bag of holding.  His bag of holding contains food, water, tent, bed roll, healing potions, first aid kit, a set of thieves' tools, a small portable alchemy station among other things.  The rest of his pouches contain various other tools.  He wears simple black gloves, a white wrapping on his upper right arm down to the top part of his lower arm.  From time to time he wears a black and white furred cloak.

Armaments and Trinkets: Besides his own physical and magical abilities as well as Dragonkin, Deme has a few other weapons at his disposal to help in his adventures and quests.  

Clipped with an elementium and netherscale wrapped chain is a white fox tail.  With it Deme can summon to his side the Fox Spirit Dexien from the Emerald Dream to fight beside him or mount for 24 hours.  If Dexien is knocked unconscious his essence will return to the tail and Deme must wait 24 hours for him to recover.  If lost or stolen Deme can concentrate to pull the tail back to him.

Abilities:

Besides his own physical and magical abilities as well as Dragonkin, Deme has a few other weapons at his disposal to help in his adventures and quests ranging from an array of swords, daggers, and his own set of warglaives.  

Demetrius is a Demon Hunter and thus has the physical abilities they all possess.  His strength is at the point he can stab a dagger into a bolder down to the hilt.  His speed, agility and dexterity has been boosted to be greater than mortal standards .  His body also heals faster due to his damned blood, healing most wounds in a manner of seconds and some of the greater wounds in minutes and the most severe in a matter of hours or days.  He can call upon his own wings to glide and fly around if needed and bite down on an enemy with his fanged canines.  His skin though not scaled is thick enough to ward off some cuts and slashes.  Thanks to his furthering demonic nature Deme can grow bone spikes or as he calls them hidden blades from his wrists and has claws for fingertips.

Due to his training and adventures as well as being hailed as a prodigy with the blade he has become a master swordsman, a competent assassin, a master of parkour and freerunning, as well as having knowledge in the Temple of the White Tiger style of unarmed combat, and an adapt marksman.  He has developed a keen sense of tracking, deductive reasoning, and a knowledge of anatomy.  He has also learned how to navigate and sail a ship as well as fight on his fox or wolf mounts.  He is also a Dragon Rider and has learned to use his glaives and felmagics when riding on Pyre’s back.  He is a decent writer though has terrible handwriting thanks to his claws.  He is also a master swordsmith and has begun to study more alchemical pursuits.

From a magical standpoint thanks to his blood he can control and bend shadows to the point of fading away, shadow stepping and dropping a field of shadow to conceal himself and others.  Like other demon hunters he is able to conjure green fel fire and the chaotic forces of the fel and has the ability to temporarily become a demon elf hybrid. He has begun to master combining his fel flame and shadow flame together due to his link with the darkness flame.  He can manipulate it to form the shape of a black and fel accented dragon to devour and burn away his enemies. He has begun to learn how to create barriers using his magical abilities or soul magic as well as create sigils with his fel, shadow, or own blood.

History:

Demetrius was born alongside his twin Ambrose into the Dawnshadow minor noble family.  Being born a bastard most of his life he was looked down upon by others his age for his heritage and not knowing who his father was.  He had few friends growing up.  Dem and Ambrose were raised by not only their mother Lana’thel, but also by their Grandparents Avadeth and Kayleen Dawnshadow.  While Ambrose took more to a studious education, Dem felt more at ease with the sword which helped him channel his intal childhood running along the walls' energy.  This didn’t mean he wasn’t educated in history, writing, reading, and his least favorite subject math.  Under his Grandfather's guidance Dem grew into something of a child prodigy with the sword.

In time Dem would spend time with the more criminal element of Silvermoon during his late late teens and early adulthood.  His tutelage from his Farstrider Grandfather paid off and he fell in naturally with the more roguish elements of the city and became something of a spy for one family or another as to make some coin while at school and away from home.  Eventually his mother and Grandparents found out thanks to Ambrose who since childhood never approved of Dem and his antics.  Dem was soon steered towards another more noble path, that of the Farstrider.  And thanks to his roguelike skills and swordsmanship Dem was made a scout in the order after another year of training.  Dem would excel in it and find his new role adventurous especially when it came to skirmishes with the Armani.  Eventually Dem would meet a young Priestess his own age named Gwen and became smitten with her.  After a humorous first meeting with him failing a backflip landing thanks to a log with mud on it he began to court Gwen and eventually marry her.

Over the years Dem would rise within the ranks of the Farstriders as a Captain and join Alleria Windrunner’s unit to fight in the second war.  After the War he and Gwen would finally have a child of their own named Melisande.  Minus skirmishes here and there Dem spent the rest of his time with his family in peace.  That was till Arthas came leading a tidal wave of death through Eversong with his Scourge army.  Dem witnessed a Dreadlord named Dagrim slay his Grandparents during the chaos of the time.  Ambrose and his mother also disappeared in the carnage.  Dem took up his family's Elven dragonforged runeblade Dragonkin and eventually chose to leave Gwen and Meli and venture forth with Prince Kael’thas’ forces eventually fighting up in Northrend and forced to retreat to Outland. 

Dem was chosen to undertake the trials in becoming Demon Hunters.  As part of Dem’s trial he was confronted by the Nathrezim Dagrim, the one who killed his Grandparents.  After a battle that nearly claimed him, Dem used Dragonkin to carve out the Demon’s heart and ate it as well as drank its blood.  After a long battle of wills and seeing the horror of the Legion and their involvement in creating the scourge, Dem pledged his life to the Illidari cause.  He was tasked with hunting demons and rogue Illidari who turned to the Legion.  Over time He along with other adventurers including his Great Great Grandfather of the same name as him; would free enslaved Netherwings and he would befriend the Onyx Netherwing Pyreaku.  For this Dem was sent on separate a mission as a form of semi exile from the rest of the Illidari.  This act saved Dem from being captured alongside his other Illidari by the Wardens.

Dem soon killed the demon he was sent after and learning of the Fall of the Black Temple he returned home and blended with Sin’dorei society as best as he could.  He would stay with Gwen and Meli as well his recently discovered Kaldorei ancestor.  Pyre would join him and together with Gwen he would answer the call to arms and head up to Northrend to take the fight to the Lich King once more.  Dem and his group would find themselves helping the Red Dragonflight in the Nexus war, Witness the calamity of the Wrathgate, fight near the Titan complex of Ulduar where Dem would discover the titan forged void corrupted sentient blade Blackrazor.  Eventually Dem would discover a horrible truth.  A Death Knight loyal to Arthas confronted him up near Icecrown.  The Death Knight was his long lost twin, Ambrose who had willingly submitted himself to the Scourge for more power and as he stated a more natural order.  The twins would fight before Ambrose stabbed Dem through the chest.  If not for his demonic healing factor and Ambrose just missing his heart he would have died.  Instead he was imprisoned within the Crimson Halls of the San’layn with the Darkfallen draining him of his demonic blood and attempting to figure out a way to convert him to their order in undeath.  Being bound to a Dreadlord which was for all intents and purposes a demonic vampire Dem did already show signs of vampiric tendencies.  Luckily Gwen came and saved him along with Pyre during the Siege of Icecrown Citadel.  Dem would heal up and immediately hunt down his brother and find him.  It was then that Dem learned Ambrose as part of a show of his allegiance had killed their mother.  The twins battled once more with Dem seemingly killing Ambrose with Dragonkin and Blackrazor.

The next couple of years were spent with Dem and his family, both Sin’dorei and Kaldorei aiding in the defense of MT Hyjal where Dem saved and bound the spirit fox named Dexien to an item to preserve his soul from death for all time.  All the while thanks to his time captured and the whispers of Blackrazor Dem would eventually begin to lose control of his inner demon before locking up Blackrazor after the defense of Wyrmrest Temple.  When Garrosh bombed Theramore and Dem’s cousin Darron’s died in the defence of the city, Dem planned and failed to hatch a plot to assassinate Garrosh Hellscream.  Recovering on a Bloodsail ship the Demon Hunter began to find it hard to control his inner demon once more.  It didn’t help that the captain of the ship was also a slaver.  Once recovered Dem killed the captain and took the ship for himself and released the slaves in Alliance lands before finding his wife and daughter.  Dem became a privateer assaulting Garrosh’s ships.  He also hatched an Onyx Cloud Serpent named Shen’long whom Pyre considered a little brother.  Dem would even sail to Zandalar after one of the Garrosh loyal ships where after a misunderstanding and a valiant escape, Dem found himself with a portal curse and wanted on Zandalar.  Dem, Gwen and others would soon join the Siege of Orgrimmar on the side of the Alliance the Vol’jin’s resistance.  There they would save a young enslaved Sin’dorei child named Seraphina.  The husband and wife would adopt her and even take in her menagerie of wolves.  

Instead of initially going to Draenor Dem sought out and received a pardon for his privateer actions against Horde ships.  He would also make new friends and along with Gwen’s sisters learned to control and merge his soul fully with his inner demon.  Yona provided him her expertise as a monk and trained him in their ways despite his lack of control of chi.  As for Gwen’s older sister Farei she would provide him a hood that would protect his mind from intrusions and the whispers of the void and other sources though it would cost her her life eventually.  During Dem’s training with Yona he would befriend the Orc named Zuggrum Skullspliter and the Matriarch of House Shadowfel Valanthriel.  Gwen would also take up the path of the Monk after Blackrazor resurfaced and nearly destroyed Dem, herself, and their friends.  With her last act as a Priestess she shattered the blade.  Dem would eventually discover his birth father named Antheleos who tried to bring forth the Legion but failed thanks to Dem bringing in friends and allies alike.  Part of that Alliance would fall apart after Dem broke a blood oath with the Lady Shadowfel and ultimately her potential control of him.

Eventually the Legion did return in full force.  Demetrius would clash with his father on the Broken Shore and once again was nearly killed with Dragonkin shattered.  Thanks to Pyre Dragonkin would be reforged and forever bound to Dem.  Afterwards he would rejoin the Illidari and learn of a special form of fel and shadow magic fused together as shadowflame.  Dem with the rest of the Dawnshadow clan would join forces with an Old Rival House known as House An’velas and their head of family a Blood Knight Knight Champion named Admmari An’velas.  Despite House An’velas’ pledge House Dawnshadow found itself alone till Dem found his Great Great Grandparents once more, Demetrius and Gwenda’lyn Starshadow.  The united family would help fight the Nightmare before heading to Suramar.  An’velas would soon show up.  Instead of helping the people of Suramar from the Legion, they would instead commit war Crimes something Dem stopped them from doing and planned to report to Silvermoon.  Before he could two major events happened.  Dem and his friends and family were greeted by Antheleos once more and after a long battle including a frostwyrm and a portal to the ruins of the original Dawnshadow estate, Dem was able to slay his father and trap his soul in a soul stone, but not before he revived Ambrose from the dead.  The other event was Dem and Gwen adopting the Shal’dorei orphans Aliden and Leysase.  An’velas took these events as a boon for themselves and framed House Dawnshadow for the warcrimes they themselves commited such as murder and pillaging of the people of Suramar.  Dem and his family were forced to abandon their home but luckily the Starshadow clan took them in.  Dem and Gwen would soon discover she was with twin children.

Despite it all Dem focused his attention on the Legion.  Soon he would hear rumors and along with others part of a group called the Raven’s Watch would discover Ambrose undergoing the ritual to become a demon hunter.  With the help of the Heridents, a group of traitorous Illidari Dem sent to the nether with the sole exception of their leader Sensi; Ambrose succeeded and became a hybrid of a Death Knight and a Demon Hunter. The Heridents along with Ambrose would head back to Argus. Dem along with the Raven’s Watch steal a legion ship dubbed the Millenium and would hunt each of them down.  Despite it all, Ambrose feigned seeking redemption and together, he and Dem would fight Sensi only for Ambrose to steal Antheleos’ soul stone and take all of the twin’s father’s power for himself.  Sensi was slain and Ambrose took his spot as leader of the remaining Heridents betraying Dem once more.

Dem knew he couldn’t defeat Ambrose at that moment and instead focused on his training.  Over time he would begin to control a variation of shadow flame called the darkness flame thanks in no small part to Pyre.  During his training Gwen would give birth to baby Darron and Anastasia.   The time had come at last and during the final battle on Antorus the twins battled once more and Dem with his new control over the Fel and Shadow used a special type of shadow flame called the Darkness Flame which in honor of both his bond to Dragonkin as well as with Pyre he molded into the shape of a dragon’s maw.  With his new technique in hand he would confront Ambrose during the final siege of Antorus.  The twins would battle nearly killing one another.  Despite being the better swordsman Dem was still at a disadvantage against Ambrose and his new powers.  When all seemed lost the Demon hunter would unleash the Darkness Flame having it consume Ambrose before falling into a coma.  

When he awoke from his coma, Dem discovered Meli his eldest daughter along with his Great Grandmother Darcynia had been consumed by the void and became Ren’dorei.  He also learned Meli had become engaged to her childhood friend Nihlis, a Sin’dorei paladin pledged to the Silver Hand.  Due to his mastering of the Darkness Flame and the shape it took along with his efforts against the Legion, Dem was bestowed with the titles of Slayer; the highest honor a Demon Hunter can achieve with only a few before him obtaining the honor and, Dragon of the Illidari by the rest of the remaining Illidari.   For a time Demetrius Starshadow had given Dem the title of Count of Starhaven and he looked over it before handing back the title both because he longed to restore his own House and also to spend more time with Gwen and the children.  Once Azerite was discovered some began to appear in the Starhaven mines which drew the attention of House An’velas.  Dem longing for revenge against this house found and fought Admmari and slew the man breaking his ancestral sword Kel’faloom.  Thanks to the notes and letters found on the ship Dem found the evidence he needed to prove his and his families innocence for the frame up as well as discovered Admmari was the last of his own line due to his wife dying before giving birth during the war with the Legion.  Before he could bring the evidence to the Magisters of Silvermoon the call to war was sounded once more.  And once again Dem was forced to watch and be on the losing side of another elven genocide as he along with family and friends tried to defend the Kaldorei people from Sylvanas’ Horde.  Dem fought as a Privateer for the Alliance and learned more about the Inquisitors of Drustvar and the Drust as well as deal in piratetics in Freehold.  

He would join the Kaldorei and Starhaven forces in their retaking of Darkshore thanks to a gambit created by Demetrius the older.  It was then that Dem discovered Ambrose survived Argus and was working with Sylvanas but for his own secret goals and mission.  Even in winning Darkshore Dem knew he would be forced to face Ambrose again in the future.  Before he could follow Ambrose’ trail he joined his Kaldorei kin in Nazjatar and after the fall of Azshara he provided the proof of the An’velas family and their cohorts framing the Dawnshadows.  Dem continued to aid both the Alliance, and Saurfang’s rebels where he could till the end of the fourth war.  Despite his Kaldorei kin still wanting vengeance against the Horde he was able to convince them to focus their efforts in hunting Sylvanas and their loyalists instead of blindly attacking the Horde for the time being at least.  With his family and himself acquitted of the war crimes they were framed for and the Alliance and Horde establishing a tentative peace, Dem for the first time since the start of the last war with the Legion returned to Silvermoon City openly as a Demon Hunter and also as a Grandfather.  Meli had married Nihlus and gave birth to a child of her own.  With his return Dem began to focus on three things, finding and reuniting with his old friends and allies such as Zuggrum, restore his house and finally embrace his role as Lord of House Dawnshadow, and find Ambrose and try to redeem him or put him down forever.  He would eventually discover his sister Ash and became close with her during an accidental trip through with the rest of his family save Ambrose and Meli.  During the time travel adventure Dem and Gwen would separate and upon their return divorce.

After his divorce Dem focused on the House and hunting down evil before the Shadowlans opened up.  He would go on an Odyssey leaving his twin children in his sister’s care.  During his odyssey he would discover the part of Ambrose that remained in the Shadowlands, a Foreworn version who nearly killed Dem and tossed him into Torghast.  Dem endured various tortures before escaping and ending the soul of Admmari An’velas once and for all.  He would find his way to the plane known as Revendreth and reunite with his mother.  After overcoming his open pride and envy and going through Venthyr training Dem fought the Foresworn Ambrose one last time and win.  He returned with that portion of Ambrose’s soul and began to focus more on his family leaving the heroics to others for a time.

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Cheer Athletics

25 TIME WORLD CHAMPIONS

59 Time Worlds Medallists

21 TIME SUMMIT CHAMPIONS

55 Time Summit Medallists

176 TIME NATIONAL CHAMPIONS

Most Successful Year - 2019

Locations -  9

Worlds Teams (Season 19-20) - 16 - PlatinumCats, Scratch6, FloraCats, ThroneCats, PhantomCats, Swooshcats, Claw7, LadyCats, CrewCats, SteelCats, RoyalCats, Wildcats, OnyxCats, ZeusCats, Cheetahs and Panthers—————————————————————————————————-

2020-

NCA: Wildcats, Jags, FuryCats, Crowncats, Sassycats, Thundercats, Sabres, Leopards, Cosmiccats, JadeCats, SirenCats, Solarcats, Ladycats, Crewcats, Lady Prodigy, Wondercats, Ocelots, Auroracats, Astrocats, Meteorcats, Kittykatz, Cubs, Itty Bitty Kitties, Cheetah Cubs, Zeta Cats, BobCats, White StarCats, White Tigers, SIlver Starcats

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2019-

World Champions: Wildcats

Worlds Medals: Panthers, Cheetahs, Thronecats, Claw 6, Ladycats

Summit Champions: Kittykatz, Ocelots, Sabres, Crowncats

Summit Medals: Cougars, Leopards, TitaniumCats, PrincessCats, Lions, Icecats, BronzeCats, IronCats, GalactiCats, Sassycats, Superiorcats, Jags

NCA: Itty Bitty Kitties, Bobcats, Kittykats, Blue Tigers, Ocelots, White Tigers, Sabres, Lions, Tigers, Galacticats, Sassycats, Savagecats, Furycats, SuperiorCats, Wildcats, Ladycats, Claw 6

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2018-

World Champions: Panthers, Cheetahs, Claw6

Worlds Medals: Swooshcats, Wildcats

Summit Champions: Kittycats, Sassycats, Lions

Summit Medals: Cougars, Sabres, Jags, Swagcats, Cupidcats

NCA: Itty Bitty Kitties, Catalyst Black Tigers, SIlver Tigers, Kittykats, Cosmiccats, Omegacats, Lions, Nebulacats, Sassycats, Savagecats, Panthers, Cheetahs, Wildcats, Claw 6

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2017-

World Champions: Swooshcats

Worlds Medals: Claw6, Wildcats, Cheetahs, Panthers

Summit Champions: Arctic cats, Kittykats, Sabres, Sassycats, Peralcats, Jags, Furycats, Superiorcats

Summit Medals: Lions, Thundercats, Cougars, Betacats, Firecats, Reigncats, Alphacats

NCA: Itty Bitty Kitties, Kittykats, Silverkatz, Lady Diamond, Sabres, Lions, Sassycats, Apollocats, Savagecats, Jags, Pumas, Swooshcats, Wildcats, Coalition 6, Claw6

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2016-

World Champions: Claw6, Wildcats, Swooshcats, Cheetahs

Worlds Medals: Panthers

Summit Champions: Thundercats, Kittykats, Platinum,

Summit Medals: Jags, Furycats, Aristocats, Cougars, Wondercats, Arcticcats, Reigncats, Sassycats

NCA: Kittykats, Cubs, Cougars, Blackatz, Bluekatz, Firecats, Tigers, Sassycats, FuryCats, Pumas, Cheetahs, Swooshcats, Wildcats, Ladycats

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2015-

Worlds Medals: Claw6, Wildcats, Fiercekats, Panthers

Summit Champions: KittyKatz

Summit Medals: Sassycats, Sabres

NCA: Itty Bitty Kitties, Bobcats, Kittykatz, Solarcats, Blackatz, Cubs, Bluekatz, Sabres, Silverkatz, Panthers, Ladycats

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2014-

World Champions: LadyKatz, Wildcats

Worlds Medals: Panthers

Summit Champions: KittyKatz, Jags

NCA: Itty Bitty Kitties, White Cats, Kittykats, Bearkatz, Blackatz, Bluekatz, Silverkatz, Firecats, Tigers, Jags, Panthers, Ladycats, Claw 6

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2013-

World Champions: Wildcats

Worlds Medals: Panthers, Cheetahs

NCA: Cougars, Panthers

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2012-

World Champions: Panthers, Cheetahs, LadyKatz

Worlds Medals: Wildcats, Fiercekatz

NCA: Thundercats, Jags, Panthers, Cheetahs, Fiercekatz

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2011-

World Champions: Panthers

Worlds Medals: Wildcats, Fiercekatz, Cheetahs

NCA: Bearkatz, Lions, Thundercats, Tigers, Wondercats, Wildcats

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2010-

Worlds Medals: Wildcats, Fiercekats, Jags, Panthers

NCA: Bearkatz, Jags

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2009-

World Champions: Wildcats, Fiercekatz, Jags

Worlds Medals: Panthers

NCA: Itty Bitty Kitties, Cougars, Tigers, Panthers, Fiercekatz, Pumas

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2008-

World Champions: Pumas, Fiercekatz

Worlds Medals: Junglecats

NCA: L2 Senior Open, Tigers, Jags, Panthers, L5 Large International Open

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2007-

Worlds Medals: Wildcats, Panthers

NCA: L4 Junior Coed, L5 Small Junior, Panthers, L5 Senior Semi-Limited Coed

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2006-

World Champions: WIldcats, Panthers, Jags

NCA: L2 Large Mini, L5 Small Junior, L5 Large International Open Coed

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2005-

Worlds Medals: Wildcats, Panthers

NCA: L2 Large Senior, L5 Small Junior, Panthers

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2004-

World Champions: Supercats

NCA: L3 Large Junior, L5 Small Junior, L5 Large Junior, L6 Open

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2003-

NCA: L5 Small Junior, L5 Large Junior, Panthers, L5 Senior Unlimited Coed

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2002-

NCA: Jr Prep, L5 Jr Prep, L5 Small Junior, L5 Large Junior, L5 Senior Prep, Panthers, L6 Open Coed

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2001-

NCA: L5 Large Junior, Panthers, L6 Open Coed

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2000-

NCA: L5 Large Junior, L5 Large Senior Limited Coed

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1999-

NCA: L5 Jr Prep, L5 Large Junior, L5 Senior Unlimited Coed

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1998-

NCA: L5 Large Junior, L5 Senior Unlimited Coed, L6 Open Coed

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1997-

NCA: L5 Large Senior Limited Coed

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To  @cadencekismet From @vilchan

Purrhaps Not Today

Yuri kicks open the door of the animal shelter and stomps off the snow stuck under the soles of his leopard print vans. An elderly couple and the girl behind the counter stare at him, pen held motionless in the air over a form of some sorts. Yuri lifts his chin and raises an eyebrow, squinting in that way Mila once described as ‘a delinquent waiting in line to pay for a carton of milk’.

The elderly couple startle a little and are quick to huddle closer together, mumbling under their breath. The girl behind the counter—who can’t be older than twenty—raises an unimpressed eyebrow in return, holding his stare for a moment before she turns back to the couple and points her pen on the next clause to explain.

The wall behind her is covered by posters of cats in the arms of smiling children and dogs leaping after frisbees or tennis balls, with titles like ‘Become someone’s forever home now’ and ‘Make a difference today’. She doesn’t quite fit in with the vibrantly coloured backgrounds and photoshopped faces—on the contrary her messy bun is lopsided and coming apart at the seams, her t-shirt wrinkled and covered in dog hair from the looks of it, and there are not one, but three coffee mugs next to a computer who looks as if it’s been running since before he was born. If it weren’t for the customer friendly smile and the easy flow of her speech as she informs the couple about the different options they have, Yuri would’ve easily mistaken her for one of the many stressed college students he sees in front of him in line at the 24-hour open supermarket, arms full of comfort food, painkillers and coffee grains.

Two waiting chairs and a table take up most of the space in the small room. Yuri ignores them and leans against the wall, skimming the pamphlets spread out on the table briefly before his attention wilts and his fingertips start itching. Hidden in the pocket of his hoodie, he twists a tiger shaped keychain around his pinky.

The elderly couple give him a wide berth on their way out, and the pleasant smile from the girl slips once the door shuts. She looks him up and down, dark eyebrows pinched together—Yuri is long used to stink eyes, it comes with the territory of being a child prodigy who also spent his teens being a total asshole, but an animal shelter wasn’t the place he expected to meet one.

«Can I help you?»

He plants his elbows on the counter, chews thoughtfully on his chewing gum as he skims the mess of papers and loose documents strewn across the desk and observes her idly as the girl’s lips purses themselves into a frown as she waits. Her name tag reads ‘Natalya’.

«I wanna volunteer,» he says, tilting his head slightly to the side so his hair falls away from his eyes. 

Not what she was expecting, he could tell. A moment passes in which she just stares at him, stone faced with a disbelieving tilt to her mouth. Her eyes narrow and she looks him up and down again, this time with none of the welcoming hospitality she showed the couple from before. Yuri clenches his jaw, considering for just a moment to leave if she won’t take him seriously—but back home is an empty apartment and the looming threat of a phone call from his grandpa where he’ll again have to make his uneventful days sound healthy and engaging.

«Do you have any prior experience volunteering?»

«No.»

«Any experience handling animals?»

«I had a cat,» he replies, fingers twisting and untwisting around the keychain.

Natalya rummages through a drawer, curses quietly when she doesn’t find what she’s looking for and pulls out another. Eventually she slides a form over to him, the paper slightly crinkled and with what looks like coffee stains in the corner.

«You don’t get a lot of volunteers, do you?» He asks, mostly out of curiosity, but also to see that annoyed twitch in her expression.

She makes the kind of face Yuri over the years has learned to recognize as a warning; she pulls the form back over the counter and Yuri has to yank it back, banging his hand against the polished wood in the process. A mutual glare is shared before Yuri snatches a dog face-printed pen from a cup next to his elbow and stalks back to the chairs. He can feel the force of her glowering as he discards the top and lets it fall to the ground.

He takes his time reading through the document, paying extra attention to the clause in which they promise not to divulge personal information like his phone number or email; Yakov had at least taught him that much. He scrawls down his name, address and contact information. He writes down his date of birth and age, and for once it doesn’t make him feel old to write down 24 years old.

He ticks off ‘walk dogs’, ‘shelter care’ and ‘cat attendant’ when they ask what types of volunteer work he’s interested in, and after a moment of hesitation he ticks off the box next to ‘other’ as well, for good measure.

A question about when he’ll be available comes up, just to estimate the amount of time he’ll be able to devote. He checks off the box saying ‘at least five hours a week’, but beneath it he scrawls ‘anytime’.

Natalya looks up from her paperwork as he slides the form back to her, their gazes locked in a steely staring contest as they both hold onto the form. 

«We’ll be in touch,» she says briskly and goes back to her paperwork, apparently done with him. Yuri bites the inside of his cheek and wonders for a brief moment if this is how Yakov felt all those years. Maybe he should send him a gift basket for his birthday.

He turns on his heel and marches out, making sure to slam the door just as hard on his way out as he did on his way in. 

***

“Yurotchka. It’s been too long since your last call.”

Yuri looks down briefly and his grip around the phone tightens; beneath the chiding gruffness is worry, and he hates it when his grandpa worries.

“Sorry, it slipped my mind. How’s your back? The weather must still be cold in Moscow.”

His grandpa barks out a laugh at that. “My back is fine—it’s you I worry about. Are you eating well?”

“Of course. …Actually, I’m thinking about volunteering at a shelter. Just part time, but it’ll get me out of the apartment at least.”

There’s a moment of silence on the other end and Yuri has his lip held between his teeth, holding his breath because this is another kind of nervous than what he’s used to. 

“I’m glad to hear that,” his grandpa says, calm and collected where he is not, and Yuri can finally breathe again.

***

A week later he’s called in for a basic introduction on how the shelter operates. It’s not Natalya who shows him around, but an older man with greying hair, big glasses and worn leather shoes who introduces himself as Josef. Yuri pays rapt attention as he’s given a tour of the shelter, informed about the different procedures and what volunteering entails. When he asks how many other volunteers they have, Jakob rubs his neck and chuckles awkwardly.

“There haven’t been many volunteers except Talya, lately. I’m the owner and deal with most of the paperwork, while she handles the animals and reception along with some college students who drop by once a week or so.”

Jakob looks at Yuri through those comically big glasses, and for a moment it’s like being fifteen again with one skate on the ice and Yakov’s steady hand on his shoulder just before a competition, both to ground him and to give him that extra push. Yuri recognizes very well that hopeful, expectant expression.

“I guess that means I’ll have plenty to do, then,” he says and turns on his heel. Once he stepped out on the ice he never looked back at Yakov, and he doesn’t look back at Josef either. Eyes forward. “The cages are next, right?”

Deep in his pocket, the keychain is wound tightly around his pinkie.

***

 «I wasn’t sure you were gonna show up,» Natalya says as the door slams shut behind him. She doesn’t sound happily surprised.

Yuri holds back an eye roll and twists his hair up into a ponytail. She watches stoically from the counter with only one coffee cup this time—still steaming. Hopefully she isn’t one of those people who get grouchier with more caffeine.

«Well, here I am,» he says, «What do you need me to do?»

She waves him along to the door behind the counter which he already knows will lead to the back rooms with the animals.

The first back room is for the dogs, and they all perk up when they enter, barking and panting for attention like a certain poodle he’s glad is currently on another continent. Natalya tries to shush some of the barking and leads him quickly past the cages—stopping only to ruffle the ears of a moping golden retriever who wags weakly with his tail in response.

“I’ve already cleaned the dog cages, so you take the cat ones. Someone set up an adoption meeting in—” She glances briefly at her locked phone screen, “—thirty minutes, so I’ll do one cage for you to see before you’re on your own.»

The cat room has thirty cages lining the walls and within are cats of all colors and shapes. Some stay curled up on their bedding and will barely turn an ear in their direction, while others get up on their hind legs and wail like sirens for attention. 

A siberian with long, smokey grey fur pushes their face close to the bars and blinks up at him. Yuri reaches out to let them sniff his hand—

«I wouldn’t do that if I were you,» Natalya comments drily from behind his shoulder. «She likes to act all innocent, but that one’s got some claws on her.»

Yuri has half a mind to ignore her, but the cat’s tiny paws are indeed armed with a set of sharp claws she methodically digs in and out of the bedding with her blue eyes firmly fixed on him. Better let scheming cats lie.

«What’s her name?» He asks. The finger he moves from side to side in front of her cage must either smell like dead mice or look suspiciously like a red dot, because her eyes follow it with searing focus.

«Belle.» Her tone is clipped and dismissive and if she had pigtails Yuri would have to fight back the impulsive need to tug on them. But, he reminds himself, she does not have pigtails and therefore he should not tug on them. That would be immature and petty.

Natalya gives him a quick rundown; pull out, shake, laundry basket, fold and repeat. A dry ‘good luck’ later and he’s on his own.

Cleaning cages is—unexpectedly—a shitty job. It’s smelly, moist, tedious and it’ll take forever to get through just one row. At the pace he’s holding it’ll take at least another hour before he’s anywhere close to finished, but the thing is…

Yuri kinda likes it. 

Except for the smell and the symphony of thirty cats crying out for food, Yuri really doesn’t mind the task. Every cage comes with a new furry face, and it feels good to use his body for physical work again; his height is for once an advantage instead of a pain and saves him the effort of pulling out the ladder Natalya pointed out for him earlier.

Around the time he reaches the halfway point, Natalya pokes her head in to check on him. 

«Things alright in here?» She asks, sounding remarkably, almost friendly. Just a tad less grouchy and he might even give her credit for trying. «I’m gonna go for a walk with the dogs. You good to stay here for another hour?»

Yuri nods, doing his best to keep his expression from screaming ‘my schedule is a black void of nothingness with the exception of the weekly calls to my grandpa’. Every now and then he gets a text from Yakov reminding him to eat a minimum of two meals a day and get something between eight to ten hours of sleep, but other than that his time is his to do with as he pleases. 

«If someone rings the bell, just tell them to come back some other time.»

Yuri raises an eyebrow. «And if I can actually help them?»

She looks him dead in the eye. «Don’t. Most likely they want more info about the adoption process or they want to schedule an adoption meeting—you’ve been trained for neither. Just tell them to come back. If they’re serious, they will.»

Her semi-friendly tone is all but gone as she observes him. The way her gaze lingers on his leopard printed vans and the bold print of his hoodie reminds him of Lilia when he first met her—but unlike Lilia who always fought to bring out the potential she saw in him, Natalya looks more like she’d like to see him reduced to dirt than anything else. 

She stares at him and some old, stubborn part of him wants to bite back, call her a hag and stomp off somewhere to stew until she comes creeping back. But that tactic never really worked with Mila or Lilia or Victor, and imagining the faces of his grandpa or Yuuko if they saw him behave like a literal fifteen-year old just… doesn’t appeal to him.

«Fine,» he says, «But chasing them away doesn’t sound as the best tactic if you want them to come back.»

And in true fifteen-year old fashion, Natalya glares at him with the power of a thousand burning suns and slams the door—or, well, more like shuts it firmly to not scare the animals, but the intent is there.

A drawn out, raspy meow from Belle reminds him of the dirty bedding he’s holding and what he should be doing with it.

«Yuuko better be feeling fucking proud right now,» he grumbles and whips it once, twice; successfully transferring a ton of cat hairs from the bedding onto his newly washed, black jeans. 

***

Natalya is, in fact, not back within an hour. Yuri finishes up with the cages, and since he’s not allowed to help any clients if they happened to stop by anyways, he waits in the back, mostly out of spite. But fifteen minutes passes, the cats are pacing in their cages and complaining, and she’s still not back, so he refills all of their water bowls and then—after a quick glance at the feeding schedule taped to the wall—he refills their food bowls too.

Josef is the one who finds him thirty minutes later on the ground making funny faces at a dozing tabby who really couldn’t care less. The cats all perk up at the sound of someone entering the room; even Yuri’s lazy tabby meows for attention.

«Ah… I see you’re having fun?» Josef says, absently pressing his knuckles against one of the cages to let one of the cats sniff them. «Have they’ve been out already?»

«What? No. Natalya told me to clean the cages, but they’ve been acting weird ever since I finished.»

«Wow, she sure isn’t going easy on you, giving you the crappiest job first,» he says, and Yuri has to physically ease his hold on the keychain he’s been fiddling with to avoid breaking the chain. In the beginning it could be accounted to a bad mood, but now it’s really starting to look as if she doesn’t want him here. Either Josef doesn’t notice the tight set of his jaw or he chalks it up to the fact that he’s just spent two hours cleaning cages; there’s nothing but a curious tilt to his voice as he continues:

«She didn’t tell you about the socialising? We usually let them out of their cages after cleaning for some playtime. If they were to adopted by a family with kids, for an example, we want them to be fairly used to humans. So we take them out in batches of ten to play.»

At his blank look, Josef waves him up. «I’ll show you.»

Three batches of ten for thirty minutes each; they carry them one by one into a playdate room with boxes of cat toys, water bowls and a cat tree stationed in the corner. Belle scratches him in thanks before she darts out of his grip, tail lifted high and haughty like she owns the place. Even though she’s small in size, Yuri doesn’t miss that some of the other cats shy away from her, so that might very well be the case.

When every cat is safely moved and the exit properly barricaded, Josef gives him a few safety instructions and tells him to yell out if he needs him. Something about paperwork or responsibility or whatever, Yuri had two cats in his lap and tried to secure a third one climbing from his shoulder to his head at the time, and multitasking was never a specialty of his to begin with.

The lazy tabby who didn’t appreciate Yuri’s funny faces earlier is apparently called Rolf. Josef carried him in earlier, and the second he had all paws back on earth he headed for the cat tree, probably to continue his day-long nap with a higher vantage point. A single narrow eyed look and a flick of Belle’s tail as Rolf nears is all it takes to dissuade him from that idea.

Instead he curls up at Yuri’s side and keeps a watchful eye on Belle, tail curled around himself. Yuri’s hand finds its way into his fur almost on its own, and after a tense second in which Rolf contemplates wether protection is worth the ear scritches, he softens and closes his eyes to doze.

«Hmph, coward,» he says, carding his fingers through the soft fur of his neck. «Letting her boss you around like that, where’s your pride?»

Rolf rumbles with a deep, vibrating sound and offers no other response except the lazy curl of a paw.

The cats look happy to do their own thing; dozing on the different levels of the cat tree, sniffing around the water bowls in search of food, snuggling up to him for some attention or just to be petted for a while.

One of the boxes next to the door is filled with cat toys, and especially the younger, more playful cats seem to enjoy chasing after jingling balls and swatting at stuffed mouse toys. Yuri manages to lure some of the lazier cats in the cat tree down by using a plastic fishing rod with a feather at the end of the line, tickling their noses and pulling away when they try to bat at it until they’re leaping from one spot to another with their claws out to catch and kill.

When the first half hour is up, most of the cats aren’t all that happy to be picked up again and placed back in their cages. A new set of scratch marks join their comrades on his arms, courtesy of two worked up cats whom he doesn’t know the names of.

Cute little bastards.

Natalya is having her own playtime with some of the dogs in the other room, wrestling them for a chewy toy and scolding them lightly when they get overeager and jump up on her. 

She hasn’t noticed him yet, so he leans on the doorframe and crosses his arms as he observes. A moment later he realizes that he looks like a moody teenager and plants his arms back at his sides, shuffling his feet a little to rearrange himself.

«I thought you said you’d be back in an hour.»

Her smile slips for a moment and one of the dogs bark triumphantly as he finally manages to steal the chewy toy from her lax grip. Immediately, two of his smaller cage mates leap on him, yipping and shoving their noses beneath him to snatch the toy away for themselves.

Natalya fixes him with a sour look. «I took a longer route and came back twenty minutes ago. What about it?»

«Oh, I don’t know, you could’ve told me?» He says and crosses his arms. «Or you could’ve explained that I was supposed to do the socialising thing after I was finished, instead of leaving me waiting for you to toss me a crumble.»

She snorts, and Yuri scowls. «What, is that too much to ask? I’m here to help, but it doesn’t really look as if you want me to.»

«Yeah, sure, you’re here to help,» she snorts. «Believe it or not, but I’m not gonna waste my time training someone seriously when you’re obviously not taking it seriously.»

«Where is that even coming from? I’ve done everything you’ve asked of me—you’re the one who’s not taking me seriously!»

«Oh, for fucks sake, you’re an olympic champion and my brother has your posters plastered on his walls! You show up here in your flashy clothes with no experience volunteering, and I’m supposed to what? Act as if it’s not a publicity stunt? Sure, you can clean cages and cuddle with cats as much as you want, but at the end of the day you’re gonna make your dramatic return to figure skating next season with a better reputation than Jesus himself. I want nothing to do with it,» she says, looking slightly redder in the face than before. 

It’s Yuri’s turn to snort, and he doesn’t bother to hide the sceptic look on his face. «Who the hell shot your Santa Claus? First off, I’m not going back to skating. Long story short, my injury from the Grand Prix was just the feather to tip the scale; my body’s so busted the doctors won’t allow me to even look at a rink, so that’s a big no. Second, I get three worried phone calls a week from people who want me to get out of my apartment, so I thought doing something nice for the society would be a good start. And also: cats. I really like cats.»

He looks down his nose at her and raises a sharp, blond eyebrow. «Are we done here?»

***

The next morning, Yuri wakes up feeling like piece of shit gone through the drier. His shoulders are sore from leaning into cages all day yesterday, aching in ways he’s grown unaccustomed to after so long away from the ice and the training regime following it. He twinges as he reaches up into the cupboard to retrieve a mug, but he sucks it up; feeling like a piece of shit after coffee is usually better than feeling like a piece of shit prior. Maybe it’s time to pick up a membership at a gym or something. 

The thirty minute long bus ride to the shelter sounds about as tempting as eating the leftover kibble in the dogs’ feeding bowls, but being a no-show after yesterday’s shitshow is absolutely out of the question. Natalya and her entitled opinion can go die in a hole for all he cares, but hell if he’s gonna let her think she’s right about him.

His closet has been forty percent workout clothes and fifty percent tiger stripes and band logos since he turned fourteen, but he fishes out a plain, black hoodie and a pair of white sneakers he’s used maybe two times in his life. Not that the chance of being recognised out on the street was very high to begin with here, but he knows his absence has made the atmosphere among his fans more… turbulent than usual. 

He leaves his apartment with the hood pulled down low and arrives at his bus stop five minutes early. He keeps his earbuds in and his nose buried in his phone for most of the ride, and for once he doesn’t make a ruckus on his way in, instead shutting the door gently behind him.

Natalya looks up, for once not with a frown. Her hair is pulled away from her face with a bandana, and it takes him back to an onsen in a has-been town with nothing to speak off except their broken ace and the people who love him. But unlike Mari, Natalya has none of that easygoing confidence. She looks at him with weariness in her eyes, pen halting in the air and stumbling in its steadfast ‘taptaptap’ against the counter. She looks ready to say something, but makes no move to do so.

«Where do you need me?» He asks, tilting his head to the side in a manner his grandpa would scoff at. It’s a bad habit he hasn’t quite managed to shake since his teens, and an annoying coworker isn’t what’s gonna inspire him to get rid of it. It’ll take a heartfelt apology and a bag of newly baked piroshki to even consider, and Natalya hasn’t even made it halfway.

«Uhm, dogs,» she says, blinking a little to compose herself. «I’ve finished most of their morning walks, but Yoda, Dany and Eloise haven’t been out yet. Take them to—you know that park two blocks from the mall? The one with the little pond and oak trees, right by the dentist office? Take them there.»

Unlike the cats, the dogs’ cages are all marked with their names and are thus easy to find. Yoda is apparently the shi tzu who always greets him with a hoarse ‘bork’ when he passes by his cage. He and Dany, a standard poodle and are two of the older residents well-used to the routine. He fastens leashes to their collars and leads them down the hall to the last cage. Unlike her buddies, Eloise is a bundle of endless energy, constantly pulling at her leash to run ahead and very insistent in where she wants to go.

Except for the occasional jogger and elderly person passing by with sneakily hidden bags of bird seeds, the park is theirs to rule. They keep a leisurely pace so that everyone will have the time to stop and sniff at lampposts, flecks of grass or a bush of interest. Natalya gave him the ok to let Dany loose without a leash if it wasn’t crowded, and she trots diligently a few steps behind him, sometimes slacking off a bit or taking the lead as it suits her.

Yuri’s experience with poodles is limited to Makkachin, and seeing Dany leaping ahead does bring back memories of the countless times Victor had him dog-sit for the weekend whenever he planned to whisk his husband away. But Dany doesn’t jump onto him or bulldoze him down with wet kisses and snouts pressed under his chin like Makkachin. It’s been a while since he though about her, actually. Maybe he should give those two idiots a call later.  

Once everyone has found a spot worthy of their droppings, they head back. On their way in, Yuri holds the door open for a father and his daughter. Between them is a carrier, tightly shut and with a familiar, furry face hiding behind the bars.

“—can’t wait to introduce Ketchup to Billy; do you think they’ll get along? I hope so since…”

Is all he hears of their conversation, even as he turns to watch them leave with Rolf; or Ketchup, as it seems he’ll be known as from now on. Good for him.

Yuri leads the dogs back to their pens and hangs the leashes back on their hooks. He refills their water bowls and spends some time showering a long faced mixed breed with affection.

While he’s been out, Natalya and Josef got started on cleaning the cat cages and are almost finished by the time he pokes his head through the door.

«Ah, there you are, Yura. Could you just get started on the socialising while we finish up here?» Josef asks.

Natalya has her back to him, shoulders tense and hunched. Josef hands her some clean bedding, and their gazes meet for a split second across her shoulder before she breaks it off.

***

They meet in the playroom with the eyes of ten cats on them. Belle has finally accepted his existence and even lets he pet her; the first touch to her furry, little head is hesitant and careful, ready to pull away at any sign of hostility. She stares at him as he pets in slow, light movements, and then her head sinks back to the floor and her eyes close slowly.

Yuri holds his breath, almost moved to tears at the display of tolerance trust.

Natalya joins him on the floor with her back to the wall, and she is immediately surrounded. One cat comes out victorious and settles on her lap, purring loud enough for him to hear six feet away. Two others settle down on each side of her thighs, pressed close to steal some of her warmth.

They sit in silence for a while. Yuri has no need to break it; he’s not the one who should be apologising right now, so if Natalya wants to stew, he’ll let her stew.

“I’m not really sorry. I mean— My thoughts, not the way I treated you. The way I treated you was pretty shitty, to be honest, but I don’t think it’s weird for me to be suspicious when an Olympic champion stumbles in and wants to volunteer at an understaffed shelter. But I guess it wasn’t very fair to you, and we need more volunteers, so, y’know, you’re welcome to stay.»

It’s a pretty crappy apology in his opinion; no eye contact, no bag of piroshki, and he never actually heard the words ‘I’m sorry’ in there. But well, he’s probably delivered much worse apologies himself when he was her age—not that that’s a high bar to reach.

«I could show you how to work the computer system later, if you want,» she offers.

«Sure.»

He can’t waste time on grudges when there are cats to pet and cages to clean.

Thank you for reading! This was a gift for cadencekismet! I had some trouble coming up with something for your prompts, but I hope you liked it :)

[khlegacynexus]

It’s finally here

[thatshinobilife]

What do you think about leegaa, and even without shipping it about their relationship and how kishimoto had a whole opposites green/red dragon/tiger thing prepared for them but never went through it? (btw I love you and your sand sibs and karura hc)

Hi, I’m not sure if you sent this for the gif reaction post but I actually wanna address it so I’m writing a thing. 

I didn’t understand why people shipped leegaa until literally yesterday when I saw a fanart of them that explained their parallels and I was like “ohh……OHHHHH”. I still don’t ship it myself, mostly because I’m not big on shipping in general (shikatema is the only naruto ship I actively support). I also get asexual vibes from Gaara so I have a hard time picturing him in relationships, but if I was gonna ship him with anyone it would be Naruto. Leegaa is cute though! As a general rule I don’t care what other people ship as long as it’s not pedophilia. There are ships I actively dislike but outside of minor bitching to my friends in PMs, I don’t care if other people ship them. 

As for their relationship in general, we didn’t get a lot but what we did get was promising. Kishimoto dropped Rock Lee like a baby giraffe (and pretty much the rest of the Konoha 12 outside of team 7 and Shikamaru) when Shippuden started for seemingly no reason. Free realestate meme except it says it’s bad writing. The Rock Lee Gaara fight is still one of my favorite moments in the entire series, a sentiment echoed by a large portion of the fandom (and even those who never got into Naruto!) and their reconciliation during the Sasuke retrieval arc is one of the few times Naruto actually delivers on a plot point it set up. They do complement each other well in terms of color palette, fighting style, personality, and even backstory to an extent. Gaara was born a prodigy who did absolutely no work whatsoever to attain his ultimate defense as it was freely given to him, whereas Lee had to claw his way tooth and nail from a no-talent no-jutsu having *konoha academy bully kid voice* “wEirRdoO” to the absolute BEAST we see during the run of the series. This is actually the first I’m hearing that kishimoto had bigger plans for them in terms of the tiger/dragon thing, and a cursory glance at google isn’t turning up any results for it so please feel free to send me any additional information about this as it would be super interesting to read! I know Kishi had a lot of ideas and storylines that got cut in the editing room which I actually think hurt the manga in some ways. We could have gotten more missions before the chunin exams arc! Imagine an actual realistic relationship forming between team 7 as a result of the natural camaraderie that develops when groups of people are forced to work together for extensive periods of time instead of the rushed one where naruto and sasuke only sort of kind of even tolerated one another prior to sasuke leaving if you squinted hard enough. But you didn’t ask for a post about that. 

[westerngirl32]

Hero AU

Hero AU is next! Basically like Miraculous Ladybug-

Player: Demon Miraculous (Demon Devil)

Transformation/detransformation command: Claws out/Claws in

Kwami name: Redd

Power command: Mirage, Venom, Lucky Charm

He has three powers, Mirage, Venom and Lucky Charm. (why not lol-) Not really a powerful miraculous, but it is powerful

Crainer: Banana Miraculous (Crainster)

Transformation/detransformation command: Get slippery/ Peel back

Kwami name: Banana

Power command: Banalysm

He has his “Banalysm” (Cataclysm) and it can destroy anything.

Greaser: Phoenix Miraculous (Greanix)

Transformation/detransformation command: Rise from the ashes/Fall to the ashes

Kwami name: Pheonilla

Power command: Every single miraculous power command

This is a special miraculous and is only given to those who were mean to the guardian (Demon Devil) and sort things out and become friends with the guardian. Greaser can control every single miraculous and he only detransforms when he uses every miraculous power. One of the powerful miraculous.

Mother: Heart Miraculous (Braveheart)

Transformation/detransformation command: Spread my hearts/ fall my hearts

Kwami name: Amaraa

Power command: Revivation, Voyage

This miraculous can revive crewmates and teleport, and she detransforms five minutes later when she uses one of her powers.

Hunter: Good Killer Miraculous (Bounty Hunter)

Transformation command/detransformation: Guns out/ Guns in

Kwami name: Pico

Power command: Bullet Rain

He has his power “Bullet Rain” and it rains bullets which is impossible for villains to dodge and can detect where the akuma or amok is by looking at the villain.

Veteran: The Prodigious (Vetedragon)

Transformation/detransformation command: -

Kwamis’ name (in order): Longg, Yingg,  Shee, Tangg, Xiongg, Houu, Maa, Huu

Power command: Kwamis’ name

Veteran can shapeshift into a dragon, eagle, snake, mantis, bear, monkey, horse and tiger. (Idk-)

Slogoman: Robot Miraculous (Slugster)

Transformation/detransformation command: Power on/ Power off

Kwami name: Norge

Power command: Second Chance, Prodigious control

Allows Slogoman to rewind back time and control The Prodigious.

Jelly: Slime Miraculous (Jelster)

Transformation/detransformation command: Get sticky/Unsticky

Kwami name: Slimey

Power command: Multitude

Allows Jelly to turn into mini hims, multiplied, and into a logo version of him.

Mr. Cheese: Cheese Miraculous (Cheese Stick)

Transformation/detransformation command: Get cheesy/ Get snacks

Kwami name: Cheddar

Power command: Mold, Cheesy Bomb

THIS WILL FIT HIM SO MUCH-

Mr. Cheese can shapeshift and place cheese bombs. Don’t worry, they just make the villain’s vision blur.

Mr. Egg: Egg Miraculous

Transformation/detransformation command: Get crackin’/Lay an egg

 Kwami name: Yolkk

Power command: Hatch

Mr. Egg can crack up the villain’s/victim’s fear.

Oh yeah and the villains too

Novisor: Ghost Miraculous (Visor Ghost)

Transformation/detransformation command: Dark ghosts, rise/Dark ghosts, fall

Kwami name: Nooroo (why not-)

Power command: Sending akumas

Novisor can send akumas to sad, fearful and mad crewmates or impostors to get Demon Devil, Crainster and Greanix’s miraculous.

Duncan: Death Miraculous (Dunkan)

Transformation/detransformation command: Bury the ashes/Burn the ashes

Kwami name: Clayy

Power command: Sending amoks

Duncan can send amoks to sad, fearful and mad crewmates or impostors to get Demon Devil, Crainster and Greanix’s miraculous.

Okey that’s all I don’t know what else I can write

[aion-rsa]

TV Premiere Dates: 2021 Calendar

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Wondering when your favorite shows are coming back and what new series you can look forward to? We’ve got you covered with the Den of Geek 2021 TV Premiere Dates Calendar, where we keep track of TV series premiere dates, return dates, and more for the year and beyond. 

We’ll continue to update this page weekly as networks announce dates. A lot of these shows we’ll be watching or covering, so be sure to follow along with us! 

Please note that all times are EST. 

Note: This are U.S. releases. For upcoming British releases, head on over here.

DATESHOWNETWORKThursday, October 7Young Sheldon (8:00 p.m.)CBSThursday, October 7United States of Al (8:30 p.m.)CBSThursday, October 7Ghosts (9:00 p.m.)CBSThursday, October 7B Positive (9:30 p.m.)CBSThursday, October 7Bull (10:00 p.m.)CBSThursday, October 7One of Us is LyingPeacockThursday, October 7RugratsParamount+Thursday, October 7The Way of the HousehusbandNetflixFriday, October 8Nancy Drew (9:00 p.m.)The CWFriday, October 8AcapulcoApple TV+Sunday, October 10Legends of the Hidden Temple (8:00 p.m.)The CWSunday, October 10The Equalizer (8:00 p.m.)CBSSunday, October 10NCIS: Los Angeles (9:00 p.m.)CBSSunday, October 10SEAL Team (10:00 p.m.)CBSMonday, October 11The Baby-Sitters ClubNetflixMonday, October 11We’re Here (9:00 p.m.)HBO Tuesday, October 12 Chucky (10:00 p.m.)Syfy and USATuesday, October 12The Movies That Made UsNetflixWednesday, October 13DC’s Legends of Tomorrow (8:00 p.m.)The CWWednesday, October 13Batwoman (9:00 p.m.)The CWWednesday, October 13DoepsickHuluWednesday, October 13The Sinner (10:00 p.m.)USA NetworkWednesday, October 13Just BeyondDisney+Thursday, October 14Guilty PartyParamount+Thursday, October 14Aquaman: King of AtlantisHBO MaxThursday, October 14Another LifeNetflixThursday, October 14Legacies (9:00 p.m.)The CWThursday, October 14What Happened, Brittany Murphy?HBOFriday, October 15I Know What You Did Last SummerAmazon PrimeFriday, October 15YouNetflixFriday, October 15Day of the DeadSyfySunday, October 17Fear the Walking Dead (9:00 p.m.)AMCSunday, October 17Succession (9:00 p.m.)HBOSunday, October 17Hightown (9:00 p.m.)StarzSunday, October 17Baptiste (10:00 p.m.)PBSWednesday, October 20Queens (10:00 p.m.)ABCThursday, October 21The Blacklist (8:00 p.m.)NBCThursday, October 21The Girl in the WoodsDisney+Friday, October 22InvasionApple TV+Friday, October 22Locke & KeyNetflixFriday, October 22Inside JobNetflixSunday, October 24Insecure (10:00 p.m.)HBOSunday, October 24Curb Your Enthusiasm (10:30 p.m.)HBOMonday, October 25All American (8:00 p.m.)The CWMonday, October 254400 (9:00 p.m.)The CWThursday, October 28Walker (8:00 p.m.)The CWThursday, October 28Star Trek: ProdigyParamount+Thursday, October 28Love LifeHBO MaxFriday, November 5Narcos: MexicoNetflixFriday, November 5Animaniacs HuluFriday, November 5DickinsonApple TV+Friday, November 5Big MouthNetflixSunday, November 7YellowstoneParamount NetworkSunday, November 7Dexter: New Blood (9:00 p.m.)ShowtimeWednesday, November 10GentefiedNetflixThursday, November 11RagdollAMC+Thursday, November 11The GameParamount+Friday, November 12The Shrink Next DoorApple TV+Sunday, November 14Mayor of KingstownParamount+Tuesday, November 16The Flash (8:00 p.m.)The CWTuesday, November 16 Riverdale (9:00 p.m.)The CWWednesday, November 17Hit MonkeyHuluWednesday, November 17Tiger King 2NetflixThursday, November 18Star Trek: DiscoveryParamount+Thursday, November 18The Sex Lives of College GirlsHBO MaxFriday, November 19The GreatHuluFriday, November 19Cowboy BebopNetflixFriday, November 19The Wheel of TimeAmazonSunday, November 21Power Book II: Ghost (8:00 p.m.)StarzWednesday, November 24HawkeyeDisney+Thursday, November 25The Beatles: Get BackDisney+Friday, November 26How to With John Wilson (10:00 p.m.)HBOSunday, November 28The Hot Zone: AnthraxNat GeoFriday, December 3Money Heist NetflixFriday, December 17The WitcherNetflixSunday, December 191883Paramount+Sunday, December 26Claws (9:00 p.m.)TNTWednesday, December 29The Book of Boba FettDisney+Friday, December 31Cobra KaiNetflix

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A Taxonomy of the Demon Realm: Aubade

Each of Hell’s Circles has a beast of such expressive form that it becomes known as the Hound to that Circle. Unsurprisingly, this term is applied to things which stretch the fragile boundaries of the word.

In the case of the Hellsun, the ‘Hound’ is in fact a feline of prodigious size and grace. While some unique examples exist, most Aubade strongly resemble tigers or leopards wrought of gold and ivory, with powerful jaws and deadly claws. The most striking feature of the Aubade is also the hardest to perceive – their eyes shine with a bright light, hard to look upon, hinting at what lies beneath. When roused to violence, the flesh and fur of the Aubade’s head peels back like petals to form a mane and reveals the burning star within. If one has the capacity to look without being blinded, the shape of the skull can be dimly perceived, formed from coruscating plasma.

In temperament, there are only two commonalities to Aubade – their limitless disdain for perceived prey and territoriality. Aubade fight viciously over lairs and hunt Rabble for fun, and will unflinchingly strike at even Nobility if they do not respect them. On the other hand, Aubade can be loyal to masters they respect and some can even be described as cuddly. Highly intelligent, Aubade are not trained so much as convinced to co-operate.

Aubade are formed when light from the Hellsun becomes trapped in an area and coalesces into shape, and they effectively ‘breed’ by gathering objects into a light trap.  Wild Aubade appear to hoard dark materials and parts of prey for this purpose.

The Emerald Lion is the loyal pet of the Illuminor-Prince Lux Tyranis. A particularly impressive specimen over twenty hands tall, The Emerald Lion is a dark, lush green striped with silver.  It sits, or lounges, at the side of Tyranis’ throne pampered by imps until he gives the command to kill. It does not hurry, however – some prey can spend the equivalent of decades seeing the glint of emerald light on the horizon before the Lion finally strikes, and it does not kill quickly even then.  Like its master, the Lion is powerfully radioactive even by the standards of the star-skulled Aubade.

[credit to mah boi https://silvertonguedcanine.tumblr.com for the concept]