#so when she was born she has a star marking on her forehead. hers is a 5 point star ⭐️ and Vincent’s is 4 point ✨

[puppyeared]

OOOO I LOVE AUGUSTA'S BACKSTORY!! Can Anton be near her without negative effects? What effects did it have on their child (assuming she birthed him)?

Anton is like a little cockroach man (/aff) that can’t be killed, so even though he does feel very minor effects of Augusta’s radiation he’s otherwise fine lol. Vincent shares this trait and wouldn’t be affected by her radiation either.

If anything, he would need to rest time to time since her radiation wears peoples bodies down with fatigue & nausea. He could rest in her shadow so he can heal!

If Augusta wears her spacesuit around him it will still dampen her radiation and would feel completely fine.

Anton’s lore is more detailed on his toyhouse page, and you could ask @poicyss any questions about him or her swag ocs ^^

Vincent was born normally and didn’t suffer any side effects. Although the star only fused and is still stuck to Augusta’s body, only she is radioactive as long as the star is still there

Vincent only inherited her glowing marks and antigravity, but not as strong as her.

Augusta and Lucky are both weredogs which gets passed down to Vincent. He was born as a dog pup as an infant and gained human form as he matured (same happened for Augusta and Lucky)

[u10como]

"Perils of High Society"

Brooke and Mark were dating for a year now. They met when they were both still college students working at McDonald's and immediately came to like each other. Mark never liked to talk about his family, so Brooke never pushed him too much, until one day he confessed: Mark was actually Marcus Bancroft-Agnelli, the heir to large hotel empire, who decided to handle his own life during studies, not relying on his family fortune. When asked about why he doesn't want Brooke to meet his parents He explained: His family has an odd tradition: All women in the Bancroft-Agnelli family had their arms amputated when they hit puberty, to signify their status of perfect trophy wives: Their bare armless shoulders proudly displaying the fact they never have to resort to manual labour - and never will. "Pretty terrible, right?" said Mark "Actually, " said Brooke, "It's kinda hot, you know?" "A what?" "Can you imagine me without arms? I mean, wouldn't i look really elegant? And if that's what it takes to meet your parents..." "Baby, you don't need to do that, i don't need you to be part of my family, in fact, i don't really want to be part of them myself..." "I know, but... i kinda want to, you know? I don't think i would be very much of a 'trophy wife' anyway, as that sounds a little posh and lazy and i would prefer to learn how to use my feet rather than just stand around being pretty, but i could do without my arms i guess..."

Two months later, Mark and Brooke came to attend a party at one of Bancroft-Agnelli five star hotels. Brooke, still feeling a little clumsy, but proud of her armless shoulders, was overwhelmed by everything around her. Being born in rural area just outside the city, she wasn't used to being anywhere this fancy and nothing Mark told her could prepare her for the reality. Entering the hotel's ballroom, they were aproached by two women: One young, dressed in grey uniform with white gloves, the other about fifty years old, with aura of authority and perceived superiority, dressed in white and gold, the dress showing her perfectly smooth armless shoulders.

"Mom, this is my fiancée, Brooke Miller. Brooke, meet my mother, Beatrice Bancroft-Agnelli" "Pleased to meet you, dear. I see my son finally came to senses and found himself a woman befitting of a proper Bancroft-Agnelli man." said Beatrice to Mark's annoyed eyeroll. "Pleased to meet you, ma'am" said Brooke, twitching her right shoulder in an instinct to accompany the greeting with a handshake." Looking at Brooke's gesture with a mix of surprise and disgust, Beatrice replied: "Oh dear, but look at you, you hold your body like an arm person!" "Mom..." Hissed Mark. "And those scars! Oh my goodness, did a butcher do that to you? I could have refered you to our family surgeon in France, his handiwork is ex-qui-site, you know? He would never leave ugly scars like these behind." "MOM.." said Mark, now significantly louder. "And that make-up, dear oh dear... I would fire that maid who did that to you, such a shoddy job..." "Ahem... Actually," replied Brooke before Mark could interject again, "I did that myself - i mean, it's not perfect, but applying make-up with a foot is harder than i thought..." "You did what?" said Beatrice with overly dramatic expression, her eyebrows so high up they could pop out of her forehead any second. "Oh my lord, sweetheart, you aren't some common working class cripple or..." "MOM! That's enough! Come on, Brooke, we're leaving!" Yelled Mark to his mother's astonishment and put his arm around Brooke's shoulders in a protective gesture, guiding her swiftly away towards the elevator. "I'm sorry, did i say something wrong?" asked Brooke with surprised expression and hint of tears in her eyes. "Not you sweetheart." replied Mark, visibly angry, but keeping his voice down not to upset Brooke even more. "She did!"

[princesssarisa]

The next series of Donkeyskin tales from Heidi Ann Heiner's Cinderella Tales from Around the World come from Central and Southeastern Europe: the Czech Republic, Romania, Austria, Croatia, and Serbia.

*In a recurring theme in variants from this part of the world, the heroine was born with a golden star on her forehead, which her mother also has. (Or, in the Austrian tale of Besom-Cast, Brush-Cast, Comb-Cast, it's a golden cross.) After her mother dies, her father refuses to remarry unless he finds a bride with the same mark on her forehead, and when he finds that no one has it except his daughter, he resolves to marry her. A few versions have the variant more common in other countries of "no one but the princess can wear her mother's ring," but the star on the forehead is more common. In one Croatian version, the heroine gives birth to twins in the end, a boy and a girl, and her daughter has a golden star too.

*First on the list is a Czech tale from the collection of Božena Němcová (she of Three Wishes for Cinderella fame): The Princess with the Gold Star on Her Brow, which inspired the 1959 Czech film The Princess with the Golden Star.

**As Heiner points out in a brief introduction to this tale, the 1959 film removes the incest theme, and instead adds a villainous king from another kingdom who wants to marry Princess Lada. But in Němcová's original tale, it's her father who wants to marry her.

**The attempted incest seems faintly more plausible in this version than in others, because Lada's father didn't raise her. Her mother died in childbirth, and like the grandfather in Tattercoats, her father refused ever to look at her. But after many years of traveling the world, searching for a new bride but finding no one who looks enough like his late wife, the king comes home and meets his now-grown daughter for the first time. He sees that she looks just like her mother, and has a golden star on her forehead just like her mother did, so he resolves to marry her.

**Lada requests gowns like the sun, like the moon, and made of gold-crested wrens' feathers, and then, at the advice of her mother's spirit in a dream, she runs away disguised in a mouse skin cloak. From then on, we have the standard story beats: she works as a scullery maid at the prince's castle, attends three balls, is given a ring by the prince, and when the prince falls ill with love for her, she slips the ring into his cup of medicine. Now suspecting her identity, the prince recovers, secretly spies on her, and sees the star on her forehead when she takes her headscarf off to wash her face. In the end, she also reunites with her father, who repents because his wife's spirit rebuked him in a dream, and she forgives him.

*The Romanian variant, The Emperor's Daughter in the Pig Stall, gives the princess gowns of silver, gold, and diamonds, and a coat of louse skin. Her father suspects that she'll try to run away, so he ties one end of a string to her hand and holds the other. But she secretly ties the string to a goat's horn instead. When the emperor pulls the string to summon her, he finds the goat instead, and the princess's nurse (who's in on the plan) convinces him that God has turned his daughter into a goat as punishment for his wicked desire.

*As usual, not all versions include an incestuous father. In one Austrian version, the princess's parents abuse her while favoring her sisters, which drives her to run away. In another, she's just a poor orphan in search of a home, who meets a mysterious green hunter in the woods who shows her a magic oak tree that contains beautiful gowns and gold coins.

*In some of these versions, the heroine's father is a count instead of a king or emperor, while in others, her eventual husband is a count or a lord instead of a prince or king.

*The popular running gag of the prince throwing objects at the disguised heroine, and her alluding to them in her finery, is sometimes included, sometimes omitted. Most notably it's included in a literary Austrian version, Besom-Cast, Brush-Cast, Comb-Cast, where it gives the tale its very name.

**This version also has the unusual detail of giving the heroine, Adelaide, a faithful manservant, Gotthold, who joins her when she runs away, pretending to be her uncle, and settles in a small house near the castle, where he secretly stores her gowns.

*The themes of the three gowns are typically "sun, moon, and stars" or "silk, silver, and gold," though in one Austrian version, they're simply a blue gown, a red gown, and a white gown. She sometimes hides them in nutshells, sometimes in a secret place outside the castle, and sometimes she wears all three of them all the time, with her louse or mouse skin coat over them. (How uncomfortable!)

*Like so many Italian Cinderellas, the Austrian versions have the heroine throw gold coins to distract the prince's servants when she leaves the balls or the church. Austria's shared border with Italy probably led to this common detail.

**One Serbian version, The Devil's Dresses, reads very much like an Italian version as a whole, with the devil helping the father acquire the fantastical clothes his daughter demands, and the heroine disguising herself with a full-body wooden suit. I assume this is explained by Serbia's fairly close proximity to Italy.

*As in so many countries, the prince or young lord typically gives the heroine a ring the third time they meet in her finery. Then, when no one can find her afterwards and he falls ill with longing for her, the heroine sends him broth, milk, or a fried cake, and slips the ring into it. Then he sends for her and she appears wearing one of her gowns, revealing the whole truth.

*One Serbian tale, How an Emperor's Daughter was Turned into a Lamb, is especially odd. To escape from marrying her father, the princess commits suicide, but her father has an enchantress bring her back to life. Then she cuts off her hands to dissuade her father, but he has the enchantress restore them. Finally, she finds a way to turn herself into a lamb, and the spell is unbreakable. So she lives as her father's pet lamb for the rest of her life.

Coming up next: Donkeyskin tales from the Middle East and South Africa.

@ariel-seagull-wings, @adarkrainbow, @themousefromfantasyland

[cheerclaw]

Meet the OCs: Cherrythorn (she/they/he) - @brokentranstar

Warrior of ShadowClan. She was born to a medicine cat father, and ex-kittypet mother. She was apprenticed to the leader, and quickly after that, her father admitted to having sired her and her brother, from that moment on Cherrypaw tried their best to prove their worth to the Clan. Cherrythorn got really ambitious after becoming a full warrior and losing his younger sister. He decided he really wanted to be deputy then, though he had no luck in it, he wanted a good explanation for why he wasn't chosen. She didn't want to believe it simply wasn't meant to be, so when her previous apprentice approached her with complaints about her behavior, she decided that her apprentice was at fault, so she drowned her. Moons later, when they found their father injured, they kept him from calling for help, and waited until he died, believing that he's the reason no one respects them, and blaming him for their mothers death. He eventually became leader by force, but was executed by his own brother, and ended up in the Dark Forest.

Shadowtail (he/him) - @lavadragon

My guy Shadowtail, who was created to be unabashedly edgy. He is a warrior of Rippleclan, a clan who lives in a wheat field near a large pond. The clan was called that because of the way the wind blows across the wheat appears like ripples on water. Shadowtail was born with a star marking on his head, which made his family think that he had been blessed by Starclan and given some epic powers or something. So far it doesn't seem like he as any unusual abilities aside from being a super fast runner and a master of stealth. Although, he does hide a dark secret. He is often tormented by his own shadow.. who seems to come to life when nobody is looking.. The shadow is solid black as shadows typically are, but it still retains the white star on its forehead, and has creepy white eyes. Apart from this, Shadowtail is a devoted and loyal warrior. He doesn't like to smile much, but he's chill.

[Back to the grade]

[dawngen]

"Riverstar, don't you ever feel... neglected?"

Enroute to the Fishing Stones, Riverstar paused, glancing over at Oaktooth. The grey tom looked greatly troubled, as evidenced by how the white marking between his eyes was furrowed in thought, and how heather-blue eyes did not quite look at her. He was gazing off into the distance, expression contemplative, and the tortie stopped to listen to him, her fluffy tail swaying.

"How so? I know you certainly aren't neglectful of me."

She bumped his shoulder in teasing, and that seemed to do the trick, even if only for a moment. Chuckling, he nodded his agreement--his bias had been evident long before they became mates--but soon seemed dismal again.

"It isn't any of us I'm talking about, but... Don't you feel like StarClan has been ignoring us lately?"

Ah. Understanding gently warmed Riverstar's expression with concern, and she nudged her head against Oaktooth's shoulder, redirecting him off the paw-beaten path. Following her lead, they came to sit under her mate's namesake. Motioning for Oaktooth to lay down, she joined him among the oak's thick roots, nestling against his warm flank.

Silent for a moment, she drank in the sounds of the forest. The call of newleaf birdsong, the subtle breeze working through the trees, and very distantly, she could hear some of their warriors taking their apprentices out to train.

"... Sometimes, I do," she finally said. "It's hard not to doubt StarClan sometimes when so many terrible things happen, and no higher power intervenes."

Oaktooth hummed his acknowledgement, nodding.

The clan had been feeling uneasy as newleaf went on and more kits were showing up at their camp's entrance. Abandoned by their mothers, one of which brought directly to them with the loner declaring she had no use for a defective child, many fretted over what it meant for the clan. Riverstar had reasoned that StarClan was giving them these kits as a sign, showing the depth of the clan's caring nature, but others worried.

These kits came paralyzed, diseased, sick. Many died within a moon, and rumors had begun to spread that StarClan was punishing them for their kindness by having these dying kits drain their herbs and waste prey that could go to clan-born mouths.

Oaktooth was feeling the division keenly, often having to mediate, and Riverstar felt for him.

"Do you remember that lone she-cat--Quick?"

Oaktooth nodded.

"In her dying breaths, I felt her gratitude. Even if her kits do not survive, she knows they will be in comfort. That is what we represent for these kits--a place they can live out the remainder of their days loved and treated with kindness, whether that be one moon or one hundred."

Looking up, Riverstar peered beyond the thick canopy of leaves to the blue skies. A few clouds drifted by, deepening the dappled shadows that the trees cast with their broad branches, and briefly, one crossed over the sun, causing the sunlight to dim.

"I don't want to believe that being kind and treating cats from all walks of life with care as a punishment. StarClan should recognize that being part of a clan does not separate us from other cats. It shows us how to stay united, and lend aid even to those who may not understand our ways, and those who may end up leaving us."

The clouds parted, and Riverstar shut her eyes, feeling her fur warmed by the rays of sun that split through the canopy.

"We'll keep doing what we do because we know it is right. Even if StarClan is ignoring us, we still have each other--don't we?"

Opening her eyes, warm blue met soft lavender, and Oaktooth nodded, his own gaze crinkling in a smile.

"Yes," he agreed, leaning in and bumping their foreheads together, Riverstar feeling the rumble of his purr vibrate against her fur. "Even if the stars go out, we will have each other."

[arrow90-alrakis]

Hello, I'd like to ask 5 and 8 for Rimerock :3

Thank you, Min!!!!

( OMG my eyes were blurry and my brain has holes, I was answering for Blackstar omfg... Merlin's beard I will post for two of them since I already answered. ;;;;;;3 I'm so happy you ask for my old lizard! )

5. Do they have any tattoos? If so what are they and do they have any special meaning?

Rimerock has no tattoos! But the corruption left black spiral marks on him and they spread from his chest to all over his body. He hides these marks when polymorph, but they are so obvious in his dragon form that they look terrifying. Also, when the corruption drives him mad, those hidden marks show, whatever forms he takes.

Blackstar has no tattoos. Instead, she was born with a birthmark! It's a star pattern on her forehead that only appears when she's in dragon form. The mark is a brighter ultramarine, and more visible when she was younger. Now it's a dark grayish blue. She doesn't know what it represents. The gold dragon who adopted her named her after this mark. Her real name is Black Star in Draconic.

8. Do they collect anything? If so what and why?

Yes! And I answered here ^^

[nctsona]

SONA’S PROFILE

PERSONAL PROFILE

BIRTH NAME: Shin So-na (신소나)

NICKNAMES: Shina

DATE OF BIRTH: 28 November 2000, 8:52am

PLACE OF BIRTH: Seoul, South Korea

SEX AND GENDER: female woman

PRONOUNS: she/her

ETHNICITY: Korean

NATIONALITY: South Korean

CITIZENSHIP: South Korean

SOCIAL CLASS: upper class

BLOOD TYPE: B

CHINESE ZODIAC SIGN: Dragon (龙/龍)

STAR SIGN: Sagittarius

MBTI: ENFJ

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

EYE COLOR: dark brown, almost black

HAIR COLOR: black

HEIGHT: 170cm (5’7’’)

WEIGHT: 52kg (114lbs)

BODY BUILD: hourglass body shape; skinny figure, strong muscles, long legs, wide hips, good posture

SKIN TONE: light medium, neutral undertone

SKIN TYPE: sensitive

FACE SHAPE: heart/oval; small forehead, prominent cheekbones, v-shaped jawline, pointy chin

EYE SHAPE: upturned; double eyelids, aegyosal, thick and long eyelashes

NOSE SHAPE: small, slim nose, high nose bridge, sharp tip, small nose wings

LIP SHAPE: full lips

OTHER NOTICEABLE FEATURES: thick, straight eyebrows

MOLES: right side of the neck, right earlobe

PREDOMINANT FEATURE: eyebrows, nose, face shape

DOMINANT HAND: right

PROCEDURES: skin whitening, rhinoplasty, double eyelid surgery, chin implant, botox

BODY MODIFICATIONS: tattoo (left lower arm), 3 piercings (left ear - 2, right ear - 1)

CAREER PROFILE

OCCUPATION: K-Pop Idol

STAGE NAME: Sona (소나)

NICKNAMES: Shina, Lucky Girl

FANDOM NAME: NCTzens / shizens

LABEL: SM Entertainment (2013—)

GROUP: NCT (2018—)

SUB-UNITS: NCT U (2018—), NCT DREAM (2018—)

POSITIONS: vocalist, dancer

REPRESENTATIVE COLOR: blue

REPRESENTATIVE EMOJI: 🐵

ROLE MODEL(S):

BEST KNOWN FOR:

being a female member of NCT

extremely stable live vocals

her abs and overall physique

BACKSTORY

Sona was born on November 28, 2000, in Seoul, South Korea, to her mother Lee Eun-seo and her father Shin Seok-dong. She has two brothers, older and younger, named Sohyuk and Sojun respectively.

Her family is rich. Her father is a CEO of a company producing house furniture and her mother is a restaurant owner.

In 2004, her family moved to Tokyo, Japan, in order for her father to expand his company. Because of that, she grew up bilingual and is fluent in both Korean and Japanese. They lived in Japan until 2012, when they came back to South Korea.

She wanted to become an idol after seeing SHINee’s “Sherlock (Clue + Note)” performance on TV. She asked her dad for singing lessons and she was taking them for a year.

In July 2013, Sona joined SM Entertainment as a trainee after passing the audition.

On July 17, 2014, she was introduced as a member of SM Rookies, a pre-debut team of trainees under SM Entertainment.

On January 30, 2018, SM Entertainment released a video titled 'NCT 2018 Yearbook #1' which introduced Sona as a new member of the group. She officially debuted with NCT on March 14, 2018, with the group's first full album 'NCT 2018 EMPATHY'.

Five months later, in August, SM Entertainment announced that Sona would join NCT's third sub-unit, NCT DREAM. She officially debuted as a member of NCT DREAM with the group's second mini album 'We Go Up' released on September 3, 2018.

Today, Sona is one of the most popular members of NCT DREAM globally and one of the most popular members of NCT in South Korea.

FACTS / TRIVIA

her name was given by her aunt

she has two brothers, elder born in 1998 and younger born in 2004

she is a dog person

she hates white chocolate

she is very close to her dad

she leads a very healthy lifestyle (as healthy as an idol can)

she is fluent in Korean and Japanese. she also understands basic English and some Mandarin

she doesn’t like to change her hair color because her scalp is healthy and she doesn’t want to destroy it

she has natural leadership skills, therefore she often takes Mark’s role as a leader when he is not with NCT DREAM

she is scared of loneliness the most

hobbies: cooking, traveling, working out

favorite colors: blue and purple

favorite season: spring

favorite numbers: 9, 28

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

LEADER CEREMONIES

I’ve stated before why leadership ceremonies include markings. They also have different words and areas as well. How about we describe those differences?

Alderstar

Location:

Tall, leafless alder tree. Bottom branches are wide. This is where he stands. The cats in the crowd stand/sit in a clearing that it is on the edge of.

It is far from the Eye-out Thorns, but close enough to be within view of them.

Marking:

He does not mark kits becoming apprentices, only apprentices become warriors or healers. 

His markings come in the shape of thorns, honouring his home and family. It does not matter the direction or where the lines cross, so long as there is an intersection. The long scar represents a branch, and the short one a thorn.

Cats can choose the location on their body, if anywhere at all, they wish to be marked.

Ritual Words:

Warrior/Med Cat ceremony

Welcome, kin and friends. Today, we honour [number] apprentice[s], who defied their fate long ago. Had the Stars had their way, they would have remained small and defenseless. We are not the Stars. We defied them, we defied the logics of death, and we grew. Now, we shall honour the growth, the strength, and the courage in these [number] young cat[s], now ready to become full warriors of the Place of No Stars.

[Name/s], step forward. 

When he gives a cat their name, he starts with, ‘for your resistance against fate,’ and then proceeds to name two traits specific to the individual.

(This repeats if there are multiple cats).

Alder then hops off of the branch and faces the cat[s].

Before he marks them, he asks if they are ready.

After he marks them, he says  ‘you are [a] true warrior[s] now. Let us call out their names, and tell the Stars they have no strength here!’

These are the words spoken for kits and apprentices that had died. For Dark Kits, he says the same thing, only instead of “you would have remained small and defenseless,” he says “you would have never been born.”

Blackstar

Location:

A long rotting stump in the middle of a dry field. 

On the opposite side of the field is her den, a mound in the ground.

Marking:

Taking after Alderstar, she only marks those who become warriors or healers, not kits becoming apprentices.

Her marking comes as a “+” cross, representing the leaves on a nettle plant. It honours her warrior name, Blacknettle. 

Cats can choose where the marking may be.

Ritual Words:

Warrior/Med Cat ceremony

Thank you all for attending this ceremony. Every kit born here is a miracle facing against death, every apprentice that grows here a wonder of nature.

[Name], step forward.

[Name], will you continue to thrive and grow, and be the best that you can be for all you wish to be?

(apprentice responds that they do)

Then I, as a once-leader of Shadowclan, give you your warrior/medicine cat name. From this day forward, you shall be known as [name]. I welcome you to the Place of No Stars. May the Star’s light never burn your eyes.

she hops off of the stump, and the scarring ceremony proceeds in silence.

(The crowd chants the new name[s]).

Whitestar

Location:

The rock is much farther from his den than Blackstar’s or Alderstar’s is to them, but it is walkable. 

It is a pale, flat-topped boulder between thin trees.

Marking:

His marking is a copy of his own scars on his head. 

Cats cannot choose the location. If they wish to have a marking, it must be on the same spot--on the forehead.

His and Blackstar’s may look similar. Hers looks like a + and his looks like an x that has two twisted legs and a bigger intersecting area.

Ritual Words:

Warrior/Med Cat ceremony

Every word spoken on this day is a moment in history, yet the Clans have no idea about it. We do not need them, we do not need the Stars. We have our friends, our family, our Dark kin, and with them we build. 

[Name], step forward.

Do you promise to help your Dark kin to build an afterlife worth living, to stand for good even in the rot, to fight evil despite it being what many believe to define you?

(apprentice responds that they do)

Then today you shall earn the name life had denied you. You shall be known as [name].

He then hops off of the rock and faces the cat[s]. 

Your marking will resemble my own, placed on your head. Do you wish to receive it?

No matter how the apprentice responds, the ceremony ends with yowling the names[s].

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Black’s words are sort of similar to Alder’s, as is the marking ceremony. This is because she was shocked to hear that cats wished for her to name them and looked to him for advice.

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I also made a post talking about the different symbols the leaders wear. Make sure to check that out!

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@wills-woodland-warriors @starfalcon555 @ambitiousauthor @elementaldeityoffood​ @umbranoxs​

[i-have-bees-in-my-brain]

It took me ages but i finished it after like a month

Tigerclaw's family, part one

Tigerclaw himself is big and extremely tall

He has some scars, but the only one visible on his face is the torn ear

Leaders get a marking on the forehead to resemble a star/diamond when they touch their forehead to the Moonstone at their leader ceremony. Tiger, however, was born with this mark, something he considers a sign of his destiny

He's considered an extremely attractive cat and knows it

Face markings are meant to resemble wings which stand for his ambition

Goldenflower

Another tall cat

Very long and fluffy fur

She's well groomed, but there are some strands on her forehead that can't be tamed

Kinda based on a daffodil

Brambleclaw

tigerclone, obviously

He's a little smaller than his father, but still really tall and buff

Only gets the fluff and the lighter-coloured snout and paws from Goldenflower

Tawnypelt

Torbie because she should look like both of her parents. Also her german name translates to Amberpelt and amber can be all of these colours, it makes perfect sense, it symbolizes her relationship to Tigerclaw, i could go on forever

Built like the rest of her family, but is the least fluffy

Looks mean at all times, whereas the rest of the family has a certain friendliness to them (tigerclaw less so but he has so much handsome privilege it cancels out)

Tabby pattern close to Goldenflower's

Her colours are a little diluted

[neogirlart]

In Human verse, Dyna (Human verse of Red Nova) doesn’t die. Here’s the same story but in Human Verse, Leonidas departs to explore the wilderness til he heard a faint cry. He encounters a dragon trapped in the cage with a terrible bruise. Leonidas takes pity on Dyna and decides to free her. At first Dyna was scared that he’s going to hurt her but what she saw is Leonidas trying to set her free and heal her wound. Touched by his kindness, She transformed to her true form to revealed to Leonidas as a Dragonkin. Leonidas gains her trust and accepts her as they quickly bond, fascinated by each other's worlds, and end up falling in love. Month later, Dyna announced to Leonidas that she is pregnant with his child but However, their peace did not last forever when the rumors is been spreading about the dragonkin spotted in Arcadia as if they see it, they’ll have to hunted it. Not wanting to put anyone in danger, Leonidas tell her that she must leave Arcadia for safety before the Arcadians are coming to get her. Feeling sad but agree to do so and she gave him a last kiss goodbye. Dyna departed from the Arcadia as Leonidas decide to look at the star, knowing that she’ll always love him even when they are separated. Years later after Aron was born, Leonidas spotted a young Gargarean who has dragon star marks on his forehead. Realized that Dyna had gave birth to his son but he didn't want anyone to find out, so he decided to keep his secret for good.

What happened to Dyna?

After departing from Arcadia, Dyna begins to have labor as she felt the pain as if it were her own. Then, the group of hunters captured her as they will be honored by their elders at a feast to their leader. While guarding her in their place, the hunters watched her struggle to resist her labor and keep her child from being born. They could not bear to see her and the child be killed in such a way, claiming there was no honor in it, so they have to let her give birth. Dyna gave birth at last, apologizing to Aron, since she could not be with him. She sent him back to Arcadia where he can be safe, bundled Aron in her beaver blanket she created it, and set him adrift on the river for the Arcadians to find; Dyna felt unconscious. Later, she was sent to Seraphim Corporation by the hunters after they captured her when she was on labor. To create a super merciless army, the Nidhogg scientists use Atesh (who doesn’t aware that his sperm is gonna be use for creating an army) sperm to insert Dyna body as Artificial insemination. A little years later, Dyna give birth to Akira but the Nidhogg scientists take him away from her but day later when Seraphim Corporation was under attack by Arcadians, Dyna managed to escape from the prison in Dragoness form.

[numberonepeacock]

Futari wa Pretty Cure Splash Star Origin Story

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In 4994 BCE, Vanessa created the Land of Fountains. However, Diabolos sent one of his generals to corrupt half of it with his magic while it was still in Beta Mode, much like he did with the Garden of Light. Vanessa separated the corrupted part, which became known as Dark Falls. She locked it away after setting it free, but Diabolos had already planted his Negative Boss, Goyan, and his Illusion Boss, Akudaikan, inside. Through a small creak in the seal to Dark Fall, located in the Land of Foundations, they managed to get small bits of magic from the Fountains of Trees, Fire, Earth, Water, and Gold. They then used this magic to create generals from the elements.

6,986 years later, in 1992 CE, Vanessa sensed that the seal was getting weaker. She moved the Fountain of Sun to the Ocean Town Yuunagi, where the future Cure would soon be born. Vanessa then created the Splash Star items and went to the Royal Garden, where her daughters, Sapphire (16,545 years old), Emerald (15,542 years old), and Ruby (8,500 years old) were. There, she saw the four different colored Cure Chaos she had created sleeping on Rudy’s lap.

The first, whom Ruby had named Flappy, was pale blue with a sky blue flower marking on his forehead and petal markings on the edge of his eyes. His mood orb was a pale blue swirl and his tail was long and had a flower shape at the end. His wings are sky blue petals and he has a reddish-hot pink necklace with a golden yellow orb on it.

The second, whom Ruby had named Choppy, was pale yellow with a light pink butterfly marking on her forehead and half butterfly markings on the edge of her eyes. Her mood orb was a pale yellow swirl that looked like it was being unraveled and her tail was long, unlike most Chaos, and had a butterfly shape at the end. Her wings are light pink butterfly wings and she has a pink necklace around her neck with a small aqua orb.

The third, whom Ruby had named Moop was younger than the first two so he is smaller and different (this only applies to these young Cure Chaos). He was pale green with a yellow ball-like image with a small heart in the corner marking on his forehead. His mood orb was a small pale green swirl and since he is still young he had no tail like the others but instead a red orb. He also has no wings or necklace like the others.

The fourth, whom Ruby had named Foop, was younger like Moop, she is smaller and different (this only applies to these young Cure Chaos). She is light pink-white with a pink swirl marking on her forehead. Her mood orb was a small light pink-white swirl that looked like it is being unraveled and since she is still young she had no tail like the others but instead a blue orb. She also has no wings or necklace like the others.

Vanessa had given Flappy and Choppy their necklaces as a symbol of them being the partners of the future Cures. She linked Flappy and Choppy to the Mix Communes and linked Moop and Foop to the Splash Commune. Vanessa gave them the Spiral Rings and the power to upgrade Flappy and Choppy to the Crystal Communes. She gave the Fairy Charafe to Princess Filia, who sent it to Mobius when they were attacked. Vanessa left the four Chaos in Princess Filia's care. In 2006, the seal to Dark Falls was broken, and Akudaikan and his forces attacked the Land of Fountains. When they do, Princess Filia sends Flappy and Choppy to Mobius to find their partners, whom they had met five years prior.

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Masterpost of AU: Jewel Sonicure AU Masterpost

[wreckofawriter]

better

pairing: regulus black x evans!reader

word count: 3.3k

warnings: swearing, angst, make out scene

request by: @upchurch-funk

summary: being a muggleborn dating Regulus meant you had to keep it a secret. When your older sister finds out she raises fear of heartbreak in both of you

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    You and your sisters had been born jealous. Petunia turned to envy first as the attention that had been solely given to her was split between two other daughters. She had always been bitter towards you and Lily, never forgiving you for interpreting her perfect young life.  She had taken your things, broken your toys and ripped your clothes trying to punish you for being born and turning her from an only child to the eldest.

    Lily was next when she realised she wasn't the only one who could sprout fire from her fingertips. She had accused you of faking your magic for years, doing everything she could to best you even if she never fully understood her powers herself. Luckily she outgrew this jealous fit and by the time you shared a cabin on your way to Hogwarts she was beaming ear to ear. 

    It was you who was last to realise what the burn in your chest really meant. The feeling came heavy like thick rain drops as you watched your sister fall so effortlessly in love. Each time she gave James a quick hug or leaned onto his shoulder your eyes narrowed, fury irrationally rising in your throat. 

    This wasn’t because you wished James was yours instead. In fact you had considered him an idiot since you met him and would have rather drown yourself than date the loud mouth fool. You were instead jealous of the simplicity of their relationship. Envious of how they could be carefree, how they could dream of picket fences and happy futures. You hated that they could still be stupid kids. How they were given the freedom to make out in hallways and sneak into eachothers dorms with their worst consequence being a slap on the wrist and week of detention. Nothing hurt more than watching your sister live a simple life you knew you never could. 

    You stared across the room locking eyes with Regulus for only a brief moment before his darted away. Charms was dreadfully boring, the lecture practically putting you to sleep, you knew you should have been paying attention, but watching the younger Black perform the spell with ease was far more interesting. The flick of his wrist was an addicting, dull look in his eyes far more attractive than it should have been. He had woken up late that morning, his hair messier than usual. You thought it looked adorable, the way a few strands drooped in front of his lashes. He only got cuter as he blew them from his face with a pout. 

    “You have a staring problem.” Levi muttered from beside you. 

    You rolled your eyes, “Do you ever mind your own business?” 

    “Please, you make your thing for Black everyone's business.” He muttered and you kicked him under the desk. 

    Cussing at you he glared, leaning down to massage his bruising shin. 

    You wondered briefly how he would have reacted to the reveal of your relationship with your “hopeless crush” as he liked to call it. The surprise on his face would have been sweet as honey. 

    Regulus was watching you now as you continued to talk to your desk mate, he had never liked the boy, call it jealousy or anger, something bitter always rose in his throat when he saw you with him. Maybe it was because he knew your life would be so much easier if you had loved him instead. 

    “I don’t get what you see in him anyway.” Levi said, looking across at Regulus whose eyes had quickly retreated back to his parchment. 

    You grew brittle at the statement.

    “I mean I know he's attractive but if it's really about looks why not go for his brother?” He grumbled.

    You scoffed, “Please, Sirius is a piece of work.” 

    “And he isn't? I’m surprised he hasn’t called you a slur yet.” 

    Rage bubbled in your stomach, your chest feeling hot, “Shut up.” 

    Levi was either oblivious to the anger set in your tone or unbothered by it “I mean really y/n, you have a crush on a purist? It's sickening.” 

    You screwed your eyes shut in an attempt to stop the hot tears building behind them. You wanted to scream at him, slap him across the face and shout how Regulus would never do such a thing. You wanted to tell him how wrong he was, make him regret ever speaking such cold words.  But instead you looked away, wiping your tears as they came while your boyfriend sat across the room pretending you didn't exist. 

   

    You were used to it, you knew as a muggleborn dating a pureblood from a family like his would never be easy but the words still stung. That night you sobbed into Regulus’s chest as he held you in your usual hidden courtyard. 

    As your tears soaked through his sweater he felt nothing but the cold grip of guilt. He had never meant to fall in love. He had known it was a mistake the second it had happened. Even now he knew he had been wrong and stupid and naive to let himself feel so deeply for someone he could never truly be with. He would never forgive himself for forcing you into the hellish life he lived with a simple confession. He hated himself every day for it, he didn't deserve to indulge in his emotions knowing it would cause you nothing but pain. He didn't deserve you and he had known that from the start. 

    Yet every night you met, kissing under the pale moon until your lips grew numb. Everynight he found himself falling deeper and deeper into you until you filled his dreams and nightmares alike. So he forced you closer to him, knowing he would cause nothing but hurt. And you were so childishly in love you let him. 

    Later as you lay asleep on his chest, legs tangled beneath a blanket he let his own tears go, silent apologies dripping down his cheek as he tightened his grip on your waist. 

    Lily watched you from where she sat at her table, green eyes narrowed as she tried to read your mind across the dining hall. 

    “Something is definitely off.” She mumbled turning to James who stared at her with a  dopey grin. “You haven’t been listening to a word I said have you?” 

    “How can I when you’re so beautiful?” He murmured back and she scoffed, face darkening.

    Sirius gagged, “You guys are disgusting.” 

    “Christ Black, how old are you?” Lily spoke with the roll of her eyes. 

    He scrunched his nose and pretended to mock her silently only earning a sigh from Remus who sat beside him. 

    “Something is wrong with y/n, I can just feel it.” Lily continued content on ignoring Sirius. 

    “Maybe she's dating that Callahan kid.” James offered. “There’s been tons of rumors.”

    Lily scoffed, “Please, she has told me multiple times she has absolutely no interest in him.” 

    “A few months ago you were telling her you had absolutely no interest in James.” Remus offered not to look up from his book.

    Lily sputtered blushing heavily again, “That is completely different.” 

    “Sure it is.” Remus drawled, eyes peering over the cover at her. 

    Lily furrowed her brow, “But why wouldn’t she tell me? I mean I thought we've always been close.” 

    “Maybe it's not that serious.” Sirius shrugged, “Maybe they’re just fuck buddies or something.”

    Lily pulled back in disgust, “Don’t talk about my little sister like that!” she hissed as Remus kicked him under the table.

    “What? She’s almost 17! It's not like she's 12 or something, Godric.” Sirius complained and James threw a spoon at him. 

    “You know if you’re really that curious we could always just check the map.” James said looking over at Lily who was trying to set Sirius on fire with her glare. 

    She considered it for a moment, “Isn’t that kind of..” she paused “intrusive?” 

    He shrugged, “She's your little sister.” 

    The sky was dark that night as you met with Regulus. The moon was new leaving only the blinking stars to light the ground beneath you. 

    You grinned when you saw Regulus leaning against the small statue in the middle of the courtyard. You quickened your pace pulling him into a brief kiss as you met.

    “Hi.” You whispered against his lips and you felt him smile.

    “Hi.” He responded, hands on your waist pulling you closer once again. 

You tasted sweet like the nectar of the gods, soft and tender in his arms. Your hair smelt of pomegranate, your flowery perfume engulfing him. There was nothing more addicting on this world than your lips. 

You both pulled away breathless and grinning stupidly, “Your hair looks so cute like this.” You mumbled running your hands through it and tugging lightly on a curly lock that had fallen down his forehead. 

Regulus practically purred, melting into your touch. He dipped his head low to hide his blush, lips skimming the skin of your neck. 

You giggled as he mumbled a bashful thank you before nipping slightly below your ear. He was always careful to never leave marks that could be seen the following day. You wished he wasn’t. 

You felt his hands on the back of your thighs lifting you off the ground. You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your nose in his hair as he walked until your back hit the wall of the castle. You scratched your nails lightly against his scalp and Regulus groaned. You gasped at the feeling of his tongue on your jaw as he pressed you further into the stone. Your legs now wrapped around his waist as he left sloppy kisses on your collar bone. 

It was then you heard the shuffle of footsteps. 

“Regulus.” You whispered and he broke away to look up at you, his lips red and glossy , “I heard someone.” 

He slowly lowered you to your feet, “You sure?” 

You nodded and you both stood silently, ears craning for another sign of life among you. After a minute you sighed, “Sorry, I must have been hearing things.” 

Regulus just shook his head grinning lightly, “ ‘s fine babe.” words slurring, intoxicated by your taste. 

Your lips reconnected, his teeth grazing your bottom lip as you began to work on the buttons of his shirt, tugging on his tie to loosen its knot. But there it was again the soft sound of feet, closer this time. 

You both paused Regulus pulling away leaving your skin feeling cold in his absence. 

“Who’s there?” He demanded into the darkness, wand lit. 

There was no response and you grabbed his hand to pull him back to you. Regulus stood his ground so you leaned into him, lips ghosting against his ear. 

“It's probably just a mouse or somethin’.” You murmured hands coming back to undo the remaining buttons of his shirt.

Regulus glanced around once more before looking down at you, “You���re probably right.”  he said before he began to untuck your blouse, hands sliding slowly under it. 

It was that which finally broke Lily, her vision going red. She stepped from beneath the invisibility cloak ignoring James' protests. 

You let out a small yelp as your sister appeared from thin air, Regulus who had his back turned to her immediately drew his wand pushing you lightly behind him. His eyes went wide as he found himself inches from your older sister. It was your turn to pull Regulus behind you. 

“Lily, What in bloody hell are you doing here?” 

When James sheepishly appeared as well you gasped, “What is wrong with you both, are you stalking me?” 

Lily looked stern, her arms crossed, “Why are you with him?” she seethed.

Your eyes narrowed, “None of your fucking buissnes. Now take your dog and leave.” 

Regulus almost didn't believe it was you that was talking. He wasn’t accustomed to the harsh tone you used, your anger hardly ever directed at him. 

“This is most certainly my business!” She spoke shrilly. 

“It is most certainly not. Now get out.” You shouted.

“How can you expect me to leave when you're getting all touchy feely with a purist?” She hissed, grabbing at your wrist to pull you away from the boy behind you.    You slapped her away so hard the sound echoed off the walls, “Call him that again around me and you’ll fucking regret it.” You growled. 

Lily stepped back surprised by your sudden aggression but not backing down, “Please y/n, I’m just calling it as it. The sooner you realise that the better.” 

Regulus felt his throat tighten as he listened, teeth biting into his lip as he had nowhere to look but his feet. 

    You stepped closer to your sister inches from her face, “Leave.” your voice struck heavy. 

    Lily responded just as harshly, “No.” 

    James shifted behind his girlfriend feeling like he was intruding on the fight which was taking place. Sensing his awkwardness you looked back at him with a searing gaze. 

    “Get out Potter, you have no place here.” You spat.

    He was planning on shuffling away when Lily turned back to him angrily, “No James stay.” 

You scoffed as he did as he was told, “Fucking pet.” 

“Don’t speak to him like that.” Lily scolded. 

“You're the one who's calling my boyfriend a purist.” You growled your mouth bitter at the taste of hypocrisy.

“Because he is one!” She bit back. “You really think he actually loves you after being raised how he was? With a mother like his?” 

Regulus felt like he had been slapped, his cheek stinging as the older girl spoke. 

 “Don’t you dare bring up his mother.”  You were shaking with rage by now, your face streaked with angry tears, “And how dare you speak ill of Regulus simply because of his upbringing as if his brother isn't one of your closest friends. How do you think Sirius would feel hearing what you just said?” 

This took Lily back a step, her rage cooling a bit as she realised her mistake, “It’s different,” She tried to recover, “He isn't with his family anymore. Sirius has already broken away from them. He made the choice any good person would.” 

Regulus felt her eyes on him as she spoke. She was no longer interested in her sister and instead focused on him. He felt like he was choking under the pressure of her stare. When he glanced up to meet her gaze he inhaled sharply. He hadn’t seen such hatred in a long time.

Your lashes were thick with tears by now, disgust and fury morphing your face, “Go fuck yourself Lily.” You spat.

She ignored you, gaze locked on Regulus, she had no intention of speaking to you anymore, “You stay away from her.” she demanded, “If you truly love her you stay away from her.”

You shouted lunging forwards and shoving your sister backwards. She stumbled back catching herself. 

It was you who fell, your feet tangling, forcing you to the ground. You hit hard, hands and knees scraping against stones and moss which made up the floor. You couldn’t find it in you to stand up simply letting exhaustion and misery take you where you lay. You shook with sobs, voice cracked and raw. Lily immediately dropped beside you, hands circling your neck as she drew you into a hug. You fought her as you always did but she held on, letting you beat her chest with your fists until you stilled.

Regulus took a step forward but was stopped by your sister whose glare told him everything he needed to know. Tears pricking his own eyes he stumbled past the two of you and disappeared into the darkness of the dungeons. He didn't hear James shout for him over the sound of the ring in his ears. He wasn’t sure where he ended up, somewhere deep in the depths of the sprawling castle, dust coated the staircase he collapsed onto. Only there did he let himself cry, choking sobs rubbing his throat raw as he looked for someone to blame. His mother for forcing him into the terrifying world of dark magic? His brother for abandoning him in his abusive home? Or your sister for pointing out the truth he prayed you would never see? Regulus wished he could pass the blame off to anyone but he wasn’t stupid, he knew he had no one to hate but himself. 

Regulus disappeared entirely for three days. Three days you spent desperately avoiding your sister who seemed just as adamant to talk to you again. You skipped meals opting for hunger instead risking meeting her in the hall. She would show up outside your classes forcing you to scramble out the back way or sprint away like a child running from punishment. 

On the fourth day of your boyfriend's absence you felt yourself beginning to panic. Fear of him never returning, filling your head with irrational thoughts. It wasn’t like you could ask around for him, your relationship needed to remain secret despite the difficulties you were facing. It was then Lily cornered you. 

You stared at the redhead as she blocked your only exit. “Lily, move.” You sighed exhausted by the past few days, sleepless nights not improving your condition. 

She didn't listen, “Y/n we need to talk.” 

"About what?" You scoffed, "I have nothing to say to you.” 

“I just want you to understand why I,” She paused, “Why I said what I did.” 

“I don't care why you said it Lily.” You said, “I don’t care if you think you were protecting me or saving me from some hopeless relationship. I honestly don’t care.” 

Her eyes swelled, “How can you say that? How can you not care? I love you y/n I just want you to be safe.” 

You stared at her, “I just don’t understand why you couldn’t just let me be happy.”

“He’s dangerous.” 

You shook your head, “No, his family is dangerous. His situation is dangerous. He’s not.” 

“Y/n please.” She begged, for what you did not know. 

“Just stay out of my shit Lily.” you mumbled pushing past her and back into the hallway. 

You spent the night where you always had, the small courtyard hidden between two towers of the castle, a statue of a woman draped in vines and flowers at its center. The moon was a small sliver, a dusting of clouds blocking the stars from your view. The shuffle of footsteps brought your eyes from the ground. 

There stood Regulus, his face shining in the pale light. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, nose pointed at the floor as he refused to meet your gaze. 

You stood quickly throwing your hands around his neck. He leaned into your touch burying his head into your shoulder as his hands found your waist. 

You smelled delightful as always, your lips soft against his cheek and hands in his hair. Regulus hadn’t realized he was crying until you began to comfort him. Sweet words whispered into his ear as you only held him tighter. 

“She’s right, you know.” He croaked, lifting his head to look at you. “You shouldn’t be around me.” 

You shook your head feverishly, “You’re wrong Reggy.”

“I don’t deserve you y/n, I don’t deserve to be with you.” He sobbed, “I could never deserve you.” 

“You’re right, love.” You mumbled, smiling through the tears that coated your cheeks, “You deserve so much better.” 

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[sokkastyles]

Zutara Month Day 8: Chief Katara

Hakoda passes in his sleep in the snow hut Katara had built for him. The snowfall is soft and light, the sun reflecting off the white-blanketed ground making everything seem brighter, as if the world were spirit-touched. Perhaps it is, on this day.

Grief in the Southern Water Tribe is a public affair. Her people believe that it is not right to keep these things unexpressed. But Katara is so used to living with grief, that silent companion. There was no room for expressions of grief when her mother died. Just because things are different now doesn’t change the guilt of it, and it seems wrong to her that she should cry for her father in a time of peace, when the sun is shining and reflecting off the snow, at a time when the world should be brighter.

Sokka had gone off to rebuild Kyoshi Island with Suki, and then there were other things to do. Engineering school in the Earth Kingdom, technological wonders to discover forged by the newly allied Earth and Fire. They were going to change the world, her brother said.

It is changed already.

Yet so much is still the same. The same grief sits within her heart, although there is room for much more there, now. More than what that lonely girl could handle, back then. There is joy, and love, and hope.

Zuko never sheds a tear. Whereas Katara’s heart is awash with her grief, the same emotion in Zuko sits like a stone. She can see it in his face, the way he schools his expression, a tactic he’d learned in childhood.

Katara does everything she can to make herself busy, including taking up the mantle that her father’s absence left. There is no time for grief when there is work to be done.

It’s Zuko who visits the stone where her father’s body lies buried, every day of the prescribed mourning period. Her husband who she has never seen cry, whose own father burned and scorned him. She sees him standing on the horizon with the mourners, sometimes kneeling among them, into the day and after the stars come out. From a distance, she hears his voice leading them in prayer for her father’s spirit, performing the rituals as if he were born to them.

He does it for her, she realizes. Not only because he loved Hakoda - for there will always be that part of her husband that clings to a father. She suspects the real reason lies in those moments, when he comes in from the cold to find her in council, or writing letters to the North or the Earth King (bearing her seal, the mark of the brave) to gently kiss her on the forehead and say, with a smile, “How are we going to save the world today, Chief?”

[littlewolfo]

Star's Chosen AU

this has been rotating in my mind for a long time-

ok so

each of the two "Chosen" litters (holly, jay, lion & ivy, dove) are born with star markings. I'm calling it the star's chosen au

Jayfeather has a star on his forehead to symbolise his "third eye" and how he can sense emotions and read minds. When he's using his power, his forehead will hurt, and the further he goes, the more it hurts. When he saved Poppypaw from StarClan, he had migraines for months afterward. after the great battle it fractured and split in two.

Lionblaze has a star on his chest, which is like his strength over battles. Whenever he won a battle he got chest pains. after the great battle it split into two.

Hollyleaf had a star over her eye. This star symbolises her blindness to everything but StarClan and the code. whenever she thought about her powers, she went half-blind. After she went into the tunnels, she tried to gouge the star out, in a kind of blind rage against StarClan, the warrior code and her family. she now has edgy scars all over her eye. She and Ivypool are good friends.

Ivypool has a star on her tail, which represents how she will leave the stars behind her as she trains in the dark forest. When she was training, another cat ripped half of her tail (the bit with the star) completely off. after the great battle she got a star on her forehead (hard to see in the picture) bc she used her smarts rather than her claws. van Ivypool supremacy.

Dovewing had stars on her ears (duh). they were how she could hear and see. When she was a kit, before she started using her powers, Dovekit had golden eyes, and the use of her powers turned them blue. After the great battle and loss of her powers, her eyes turned green (blue+gold). whenever she finished using her powers, Dovewing became near deaf and blind.

[watchyourbluesturngolden]

hi! i love your blog! i was wondering if maybe you could write something where y/n and harry just had their first baby and they finally get some time to themselves and she's a little insecure about their first time after the post partum and nervous about her body or how it gonna feels like? thank uu💖

omg thank you 🥺🥺 I'm so sorry this took so long! i hope you like it :)

a very romantic bath for two

warnings: body insecurity, body image issues

word count: 2.8k

You sighed as you inspected your body in the mirror, running your fingers over the raised lines on your tummy and hips. Many of them were new; they had popped up sometime during your second trimester. At the time, you had been too busy worrying about the new life growing inside you and preparing to bring her home to focus too much on what was happening to your body. Even during the last few weeks of your pregnancy when you felt huge most of the time, Harry made sure to remind you constantly how much he loved you and your new body. He would rub your belly all the time, leaning down to kiss it and talk to your baby. He insisted it would help them develop faster once they were born, but you weren't quite sure where he got this "fact". You both knew he just liked being close to you and your baby.

He really hadn't left any room for you to be insecure during your pregnancy. He reassured you every day that you were more beautiful than ever, and he was always showing you how much he liked your new body. He could never keep his hands off you, always wanting to touch and hold you. It even got annoying at times, but mostly you appreciated it, and you were glad he never let your hormones get the best of you. Then, after Stevie was born, you were too busy and exhausted to even think about your appearance. You and harry were barely getting any sleep, and all of your time was devoted to caring for the newest member of your family. It wasn't until now, when Stevie was a little over 3 months old, that things started calming down a bit. She slept through the night most of the time, and you were finally coming out of that sleep deprived haze you had been in. Unfortunately, this gave you time to really look at yourself in the mirror. You had just gotten out of the shower, and Harry was with Stevie in the living room. You tilted to the side, looking at how much bigger your stomach was than before you had Stevie. The skin there was dimpled and soft, much more squishy than it used to be. And the stretch marks. They were everywhere, and much more prominent than they had ever been. You weren't sure if you would ever be able to get back to normal. Your negative thoughts were interrupted by a short knock on the door. You quickly wrapped a towel around yourself before you called, "You can come in!" Harry peaked his head into the room, smiling softly. "Sorry to bother you, but I'm out of wipes. I think there's another pack under the sink?" "No, it's okay, i was done," you smiled, reaching under the sink to grab the package. "Is she okay?" "She's fine, lovie," he smiled softly. "You don't have to feel bad being away for her for half an hour." "I know," you sighed. "But i still do. I hate not being next to her all the time." "Me too, i just want to hold her and never put her down." You nodded, sighing internally at how much you already missed your baby. "Why don't you finish up in here and then we'll make some lunch?" "Sounds good," you said, smiling at him in the mirror. Once the door was closed, you dropped the towel again. You really tried not to be too upset about how you looked, but it was hard. You knew if you told Harry he would just say the same thing, that it was normal and he thought you were beautiful. You didn't think that would help much. So you pulled on your old t-shirt and sweatpants, running a brush through your wet hair before making your way out to the kitchen. "Hi, baby," you smiled, picking Stevie up from the play mat on the floor. "I missed you." She snuggled against your chest, her head leaning on your shoulder as she let out a content little sigh. You leaned down, grabbing Stevie's rattle and putting it back in the toy box before you made your way into the kitchen. "How does spaghetti sound?" Harry asked. "Sounds good," you nodded, settling into one of the chairs at the dining table. you were about to pull off your shirt to feed Stevie, but the image of your prominent stretch marks made you reconsider. "Can you grab me one of the blankets?" You asked, but kept your eyes on Stevie. You knew if you looked up, you would see that sad and confused look on his face as he wondered why you suddenly wanted to cover yourself around him, and you really didn't feel like explaining your newfound insecurities right now. Thankfully, he didn't press for answers. "Sure, love. It's in the nursery?" You nodded, fiddling with the collar of Stevie's onesie to look busy. "Okay, I'll be right back," He gave a small smile before he left the kitchen. "What am i gonna do, hm?" You asked Stevie. She just blinked in response. Harry came back with the blanket, draping it over your shoulders from the front. "Thank you," you said quietly, adjusting the cover so you could pull your shirt up. "Of course, love," he replied, going back to the stove. "I wanted to ask you something, actually." You

hummed questioningly, eyes fixed on Stevie under the blanket. "Well, we just haven't had any time alone since Stevie was born, and my mum is dying to spend some more time with her, so do you think... I mean, only if it's okay with you, maybe we could have my mum take her for the weekend?" You hesitated, your heart suddenly beating much faster. Being away from Stevie for more than a day... of course you knew she would be safe and happy with Anne, but still... the thought made anxiety spike in your chest. Then there was the matter of being alone with Harry. You probably should feel guilty for not wanting to spend time with him, but with the way you had been feeling about yourself lately, you couldn't bring yourself to care. But you also knew refusing this would cause all sorts of problems. It would make both Harry and Anne feel bad, and you really didn't want to upset anyone. So, taking a shaky breath in, you nodded. "We can do that. I just... i don't think I can do more than a day or two." "That's totally fine," Harry reassured you. "I don't want to be away from her for that long either. I was thinking we could drop her off Friday after lunch, then pick her up Saturday evening. Or sometime Sunday if they're really having a good time," he laughed. "They'll have all sorts of fun together, mum might not want to let her go so soon." You smiled at the thought of the pictures you knew Anne would send you. Stevie and her in the garden, Stevie in the stroller as they went for a walk, Stevie in the high chair while Anne baked cookies. "Okay. After supper we can get her stuff together." Harry beamed, coming over to kiss your forehead. "Thank you, baby. And if it gets to be too much, we can pick her up early. We can do whatever you need, okay?" Despite Harry's constant reassurance, you felt no less anxious the next day. You checked and re-checked Stevie's bag, making sure she had enough clothes to last her a week. "Lovie, she's only gonna be there for two days," Harry reminded you gently. "No, I know, but what if she spits up a lot? Sometimes she spits up a whole bunch and then she'll need to be changed, and what if-" "Hey, hey," he cut you off, placing his hands on your shoulders and speaking in a soothing tone. "It'll be alright. She's gonna be fine. She has enough clothes, and everything is gonna be okay." You nodded, taking a deep breath as you looked into his eyes. "Right. She's gonna be fine."

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"And the milk is here-" you held up several plastic bags- "I'll put this in the fridge. And to heat it up- wait, you already know how to heat up milk," you laughed nervously. "Um, and her onesies are all in the backpack. I have extras in there- a lot of extras, because sometimes she spits up a lot. And then her diffuser is in there too- we usually put a few drops of lavender oil in there, it helps her sleep. And diapers and wipes and diaper cream are all in the bag, and... oh! Her stuffed bunny. It helps her calm down if she's fussy. And I think... that should be everything," You exhaled, trying to smile at Anne. Harry put his arm around your waist. "Y/N, she knows how to take care of a baby. Look how well i turned out!" Despite how nervous you were, you managed to laugh. "Right. I'm just... I'm sorry, I've never been away from her." "It's alright," Anne smiled reassuringly. "I understand how scary it is to be away from her for the first time. But you can call or FaceTime, or if it's too much you can come pick her up." "Thank you," you sighed. "We should probably get going before i change my mind." Harry nodded, unbuckling Stevie from her carrier. He hugged her to his chest, kissing the top of her head. "I'll miss you so much," he said. "But you'll have so much fun with your grandma. And we'll see you soon, okay?" he kissed her one more time before handing her over to you. "Be good for your grandma, okay? I love you," you kissed her just like Harry had. "I love you so much." Before you could start crying, you handed her to Anne. "Thank you so much for this, Anne," you said. "We really appreciate it." "You're a godsend," harry agreed. "Thank you." "Of course, I'm happy to have her," Anne smiled. "Now shoo, so i can spend some time with her!"

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"It's so quiet," Harry said as you walked into the house. "I'm not used to it." "I know," You laughed. "There's no cartoons or baby shark, it's crazy." "Can't say I miss baby shark, though," he shook his head. "I think we need to find a new song for her." You nodded. "It got old really fast." "It did," he laughed. "And now... we can enjoy some peace... and quiet." He stepped closer to you, smiling as he heard your breath hitch. "I was thinking maybe we could have a bath together?" Your heart started thudding faster in your chest, and not for a good reason. "No," you said quickly. Too quickly. Hurt and confusion flashed across his face, and you immediately wanted to take back your words. "I just- I can't," you said quietly, stepping back. "Is there... did something happen?" he asked gently, eyes softening when he realized how close to tears you were. "What's the matter, love?" "Harry, I just can't," you shook your head as tears welled up in your eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm trying but I just can't get back to normal. I look terrible and I have all these stretch marks and everything is just wrong," you cried, bringing up your hands to cover your face. "Baby..." he whispered, moving closer and opening his arms. "Come here." You did as he asked, walking into his arms and leaning against him as you cried. "I just don't want you to see me," you sniffled. "Your body isn't wrong," he shook his head. "Not at all. It might look different than it did before, but that's because it went through something amazing. It gave us Stevie! It- you are perfect. Alright?" You nodded against his chest. "I just... i really don't like the way i look anymore and i don't think you will either." Since your face was pressed against his shirt, you didn't see the way his face dropped. You didn't see how much it hurt him to hear you talk about yourself this way. You felt him inhale a shaky breath before he hugged you tighter. "I'm so sorry you feel this way. I had no idea how much it was bothering you. I want- I want to show you how much I love you. Will you let me show you?" "How?" you said quietly. "Do you trust me?" You hesitated for only a moment before nodding. He smiled, pulling back and taking your hand. He lead you into your bedroom, closing the door behind the two of you. He crossed the room to stand in front of you again, his fingers gripping the hem of your shirt. "Can i take this off?" he asked quietly, keeping his eyes on yours. He must have sensed your hesitancy, because he dropped his hands down to his sides. "It's just me," he reminded you. "We don't have to if you don't want to, though." "No, it's... it's okay," You decided, raising your arms. He smiled gently, tugging the soft material up and over your head. You kept your eyes on him as soon as the shirt was off your head, too apprehensive to look down at your body. "You're so beautiful," he whispered. He hooked his fingers in the elastic of your sweatpants, looking at you again for confirmation. You nodded, allowing him to pull the rest of the clothing off your body and taking his hand to step out of them. He lead you over to the bed, keeping his eyes on yours the whole way. "Lay back," he instructed quietly, watching as you did what he said. He climbed into the bed behind you, settling himself between your legs to meet your eyes. "You're amazing," he smiled. "The most beautiful woman I've ever seen." he brought his hand down to your stomach, and you cringed immediately when he brushed over one of the marks. "It's okay," he soothed. "There's nothing wrong with these. You know what they are?" You shook your head. "They're little marks that remind us of Stevie. They show how strong you are for carrying her, and keeping her safe until she was ready to come out and meet us. And they show how someday, you'll be able to have another baby, and keep him or her safe just like Stevie. Right? That's all they are." He moved down, leaning his head closer so he could press a soft kiss to one of the marks near your hip. "I don't want you to change anything

about yourself," he said, moving his lips over the lines on your tummy. "I love you just the way you are." Tears were welling up in your eyes again, but this time they weren't from anxiety or fear. This time, they were because you felt overwhelmed by your love for him. "Harry..." He looked up, his face falling when he noticed the tears in your eyes. "No, please don't cry," he said, moving back up to hover over you again. "I'm sorry, please don't be upset," he frowned, wiping one of the tears away with his thumb. You shook your head. "That's not why- i just love you so much," you said, trying your best to smile. "I love you too," he smiled back, leaning down to kiss your forehead, then your nose, then your cheeks, and finally, your lips. "I love you so, so much, and I will show you every day if you'll let me," he sighed, moving off you to lay on his side. He kept one hand on your hip, helping you turn over to look at him. "I want you to tell me if you're ever feeling like this again, okay? I want to know so I can help you." "Okay," you nodded, still sniffling a bit. "Thank you." You leaned against him, tucking your head in his neck. "Thank you." "Of course, lovie." He wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. "I want you to always know how loved you are. It doesn't matter how many times I have to remind you; i don't ever want you to feel like this and not tell me. I love you way too much to let you be this sad." "I will," you promised. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner." "it's okay," he soothed, running his hand up and down your back. "Do you think... it's okay if you're not ready yet, but do you think we could try taking a bath?" This time, you barely even hesitated before answering. "I think we can try," you nodded. "We can even turn off the lights if you want, just light a few candles," he mused, his face pressed gently against your hair. "It's more romantic that way anyways." "That sounds good," you laughed. "Come on then," he said, sitting up. "One very romantic bath for two, coming right up."

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innocence - 39

PAIRING: bodyguard!bucky barnes x innocent actress!reader

WARNINGS: none

A/N: boy, did i take a lot of time to post this but it’s the last one and i am on the ground crying. thank you so much for supporting this work. i am so lucky for having all of you xx

Bucky woke up with an odd cold feeling in the spot where Y/N usually used to lie. He rubbed the sleep of his eyes, hand roaming around the bed to find her hot body but nothing; he was alone in bed. He groaned, moving out of the bed as he kicked into protective mode. She shouldn’t be up this early at least not after he’d kept her up all night and if she was awake, it could be for no good reason. His hand blindly found the door as the other looked for something to wear so he wouldn’t walk full on commando in the living room and scare the neighbour who lived in the building next to his. Opening the door, he found her surrounded by papers, her laptop laying on top of her legs, glasses slightly and slowly sliding down the bridge of her nose. Bucky leaned against the door ledge, a stupid lovesick smirk on his lips as he examined her. Somehow, she had managed to find her underwear, the cutest little white, blue and pink corset and matching panties covered by a white dressing gown which just looked delightfully sinful with his hickeys and bite marks spread across her tender skin. He shouldn’t feel so cocky about marking her, yet the mere sight of it woke up an ego like pride which made him want to show her around to everyone who’d bother look. Yet, another part of him wanted to keep her all to himself. Obviously he knew he couldn’t, she was more of the world than she was of him and he would always be madly in love with her no matter what.

    - Mrs. Barnes, you are interrupting our honeymoon period. - he joked, walking behind the couch to kiss her temple. - What are you doing up at 5AM? Are you gonna go on a run with me? 

    - I’m just looking at my contract. - she closed her laptop with a sigh. - Iron clad contract, can’t believe I signed it. 

    - Princess, it was your first agency. You couldn’t have possibly known.

    - My dad is a lawyer, my siblings are lawyers, my grandparents were lawyers. How did I let this happen? Why didn’t I haggle? Why don’t we have a prenup?

   - Your mum is a chef, maybe you took after her. - he joked more to himself than to her. - Also what does a prenup has to do with it? Are you planning on divorcing me already?

   - When I sent the contract over to my dad he asked if I had gotten a prenup when I got married and I know he likes you but he kept yapping about a prenup and how smart women get prenups and I can’t believe I don’t have a prenup and that I signed this contract. - she spoke as fast as a freight train, not even taking a slight break. Bucky noticed the tea cup by her side which, judging by her quick speak, probably wasn’t filled with tea.

   - Princess, did you have some of my coffee?

   - I did, I needed to be awake. 

   - It’s extra strong coffee, doll. You barely drink coffee, it can’t possibly be ... uhm ...

   - I am jittery. - she interrupted him. - I’ve read this a thousand times and unless another agency fights my agency for a contract with me, I am stuck on ensemble for the rest of my life and it’s not like agencies are fighting for good old me.

   - Okay ... - he took her laptop away from her placing it somewhere on the ground before wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling her on top of his lap. She leaned her head against his chest, cuddling against his still warm torso from the heat int he bedroom. - Listen princess, you need to take your mind out of that. It’s no use re-reading that contract over and over again.

   - My career is over and I’m not good at anything else.

   - Your career is not over. - his hand caressed her shoulder, pulling her hair away from it before placing a small kiss to her shoulder. She merely cuddled against him, those contract words tattooed on her mind. - There’s no way that contract is legal after he’s charged with harassing you, princess. You just need to relax now. 

   - I don’t know.

   - Let’s go to Florence. - he bite her shoulder playfully. - Let’s go. What’s stopping us?

   - I don’t know ... we can’t go.

   - Don’t make me use the husband card. - he pointed at her playfully. - You’re not gonna want to be here during his trial anyway, precious. 

   - Maybe you’re right. - she leaned onto him, her arms wrapping against his torso. - You really think I’m not over?

   - I would never let that happen, would I? 

10 years later

Bucky felt the sun kiss his skin, the early yet soft wind of March passing by the quiet streets of London as he walked down the street in dark jeans and a equally dark blue henley. He stood by the little white building, sunglasses on as the bell rang and suddenly the boast of laughter erupted from inside the building followed by thousands of little legs running outside. He remained stoic until his smile pulled slightly up as between so many children, he spotted the thick brown curls of his daughter who rushed down the stairs in her little uniform and ladybug bag. She stopped at the bottom off the stairs, looking around until she spotted her dad. A smile, identical to her father’s, formed in her face as she rushed towards Bucky with open arms. He pretended to step back as she collided against him, before pulling her up and kissing her cheek. The 4 year old giggled, her arms wrapping around her dad’s neck as he walked away from her nursery. 

    - We learned about the letters in our names today, daddy! - she started to relate what she had happened during her day immediately after they were far away from the crowd.

    - No way, ladybug. 

    - Yeah. My name has a B, just like yours, daddy. - Bucky knew he should tell his daughter at some point that his name was not Bucky and that it was merely a nickname but he couldn’t bear tell her. She just looked so happy. 

    - Thank god we match, right ladybug?

She nodded her head, cuddling against her dad as he continued to walk in the affluent area of London. The weather was nice, a good omen for the big event of the evening. He was so proud as he saw the theatre walls with a photo of his wife, her name printed with the label Tony Award Winner under it. She deserved it, she deserved it so much and he could not even express in words how proud he was of her. The move back to her hometown had been a difficult one but seeing everything going right, seeing how happy she was ... god, he could swell up with pride. 

He went around the theatre, finding the backstage door and entering it. His daughter jumped off, little eyes looking around with so much wonder. He was almost sure she’d end up like his mother, a little star. The orchestra tuning could be heard from the walls, people and cast were running around preparing for the opening night. Blair held up his hand, pushing him through the crowd and up the stairs where the dressing rooms were.

  - Mumma! - she walked into her mother’s opened dressing room. Y/N dropped whatever she was doing to go hug her daughter, immediately preparing her with lipstick stained kisses. - Mumma, my name has a B like daddy.

  - No way. - she smiled, leaning her forehead against hers. - Ain’t daddy a lucky man?

  - Daddy is a lucky man, alright. - he chuckled, walking up to his two girls. - You look precious, princess.

  - I’m nervous. - he muttered towards her husband, who merely smiled before kissing her. - I’m serious.

  - Well, every time you tell me you’re nervous, something great happens, doesn’t it? - he looked at his daughter; the last time she had told him she was nervous was before Blair was born. - Me and Blair are gonna be there, watching you be splendid. 

  - I wanna go see Chuck. - Blair jumped away from his mother too, running to the next door dressing room and leaving the two lovers alone in the dressing room covered in red flowers, all curtesy of Bucky. The minute he had the theatre address, he started sending roses, lilies and even more every single day. 

  - Wish me luck? - she put her hands on top of his shoulders, almost slowly dancing with him.

  - You don’t need any luck. You’re always perfect.

  - You’re extremely biased, Mr. Barnes. 

  - No, I just have an extremely talented wife, Mrs. Barnes. 

  - 5 minute call. - the voice came through the voice on the speaker.

  - Love me even if I fail? 

  - Love you ‘til the end of time. 

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