Draw Mothra with four wings, and make her design scarier
She’s a little scarier but I think she’s still very pretty
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In BB, a Park cat's name changes over time. Born nameless, the first name they wear is of their mentor; Mentor's (dominant) Paw.
The Wind Runner's name was self-given. Many cats of the River Kingdom yearned for the freeness of the moor just beyond the river, and yet, found themselves embroiled in border dispute over their loose homesteads. She became the authority, uniting them under the Wind Coalition.
Her name refers to how she keeps these winds running. Like a ringleader, she is their arbitrator and their enforcer. In exchange for their services when she demands, the Wind Runner ensures that peace is kept between the smaller territories, and that they come together in times of need.
She is ambitious, calculating, and BRUTAL. A ferocious enemy, and a selfish ally. What she does, she does for herself, her family, and the Wind Coalition in that order.
It is a reputation she's proud of. She WANTS for you to fear her grudges, and stay in her good graces. A truly powerful cat is not one who has to command; they are one for whom others move willingly.
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don't you love when you're like, okay now I'm going to leave this sorrow in the old year so I don't turn into a crotchety bitter person over it, and then you walk on feeling all refreshed and bright no longer carrying it on your shoulders, but then the sorrow wanders after you like a child who was lost in the supermarket weeping its eyes out and it says to you where did you GO I was lost! I was lost and I missed you!!! and you can only sigh and take it by its hand and say to it very well. here's your seat. I'm sorry I left you behind, I promise it was with the best of intentions, but I want to do my best by you, so let's sit together and try to figure out what you're saying to me.
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its that time of the year again where i think of Patroclus being like "im no fighter like Achilles" and then proceeding to kick ass and take names like homer and his list of ships. ye he cant take down armies but this mf trained with Achilles for decades, watched him like a love sick hawk, it stuck, he tries to mimic Achilles and that combined with his training would absolutely make him a formidable foe, just not a demi god, but just bc an athlete isn't Olympic gold doesn't mean theyre not good at their sport.
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Imagine corruption kink Felix, like seriously imagine how big he’d smile when he realizes he’s your first boyfriend. When you get embarrassed and try to change the subject he quickly cups your face and nuzzles his nose against yours, a light chuckle on his lips as he assures you it’s cute and he’s glad he’s your first love. But it’s way deeper than you think. He’s not just happy, he’s pleased on an instinctual, animalistic level. The first time he kisses you is when you two are playing videogames on his couch. You win and he starts tickling you, leading to his form hovering over yours as both of you realize your position and freeze. Your eyes lock and he can hear a slight *gulp* from you as your eyes flutter shut. His do the same as he leans forward....but then he stops. His eyes open once more, hooded, an inch from your lips as he drinks in the sight of you. Your eyes still closed, your mouth gently opened as a shaky breath escapes, your cute little fists clutching at the front of his shirt, and...are you trembling a bit? He almost can’t take it, you’re so vulnerable in front of him, you’re putting all of your trust in him as you wait for him because that’s all you can do. You need him, you need him to take the lead, because you’re so innocent and pure that you’ve never even pressed your lips against someone else’s. He’s your first kiss. Or rather...your first kiss is his. It’s only a momentary reflection, but it feels as if he spends his own private eternity in that second, bathing in the perfection of your love for him. As he shuts his eyes and closes the distance, the smile that turns up at the corner of his lips is soft but just a touch wicked.
Request if you’d like a part 2~
(and by part 2 I mean smut oops shhhh)
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Friends, country men, women and they/thems of the court. It was with great leave of my senses that last week I considered closing this account, destroying all my artwork, deleting my fanfiction and never uttering the name Bernie Wolfe ever again.
(It was a very brief leave of my senses, a split second intrusive thought. Let's be real I've put too many years into this blog and I REALLY cant draw any one else at this point)
It is not a short story but story time is coming whether you asked for it or not because I need to write this shit down somewhere least I somehow someday make peace and forget the absolute BAT SHIT CRAZY bullshit that has been occurring up to this point involving Bernie.
HELL I MAY EVEN WRITE BAD FANFICTION ABOUT IT.
An actual picture of me realising I'd fallen victim to Bernie trolling.
Story is here: I have regrets
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