#this cat is still unnamed i need to name her

[monstrsball]

Iwaizumi doesn't know what to think when he finds his boyfriend in the entry way of their apartment, soaked from head to toe and clutching his jacket to his chest.

"I'm home." Suga says with a sheepish grin while he clumsily tries to get his shoes off without using his hands.

“You’re soaked,” Iwaizumi frowns, pushing his wet bangs back out of his face and eyeing the barely noticeable trembling of his shoulders. “Why aren’t you-”

Suga’s jacket meows.

Suga frowns down at the jacket in his arms. “You were supposed to let me do the talking first.” He says lightheartedly, his words are met with another slightly more indignant meow.

“Koushi, we talked about this.” Iwaizumi says.

“It’s raining, Hajime. The poor thing was soaked, I couldn’t just leave her out there.” Suga says, his tone soft. “Can we just keep her here for tonight? Until it stops raining? And then I’ll take her to the shelter.”

Iwaizumi wants to stand firm but his resolve slowly melts away when he looks at the cat again. She’s shivering just as much as Suga, the now soaked jacket likely not helping her keep warm. She’s nuzzling into his chest in search of warmth and it tugs at Iwaizumi’s heartstrings. 

He glances back at the door to the balcony. Still raining. 

“Okay,” Iwaizumi relents. “She can stay for tonight. Until it stops raining.” 

He has a nagging feeling that ‘for tonight’ is going to turn into indefinitely but the pure joy lighting up Suga’s face distracts him from this fleeting thought. 

“Yeah, yeah. You need to get out of those clothes.” Iwaizumi reaches out to take the cat from Suga’s arms. She's oddly compliant for a stray. “I’ll dry her off and get her some food and water. I think we have some canned tuna in the cabinet.”

“Ooh,” Suga whistles, gently depositing the little tabby into Iwaizumi’s open arms. “You hear that, baby? He’s spoiling you.” He coos. 

“It’s the only thing we have,” Iwaizumi rolls his eyes, readjusting his grip once he has the cat safely in his arms. She nuzzles into the newfound warmth immediately.

[kitten4sannie]

ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ꜰᴏʀᴍ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ

pairing: dilf! san x boytoy! wooyoung x fem! reader

genre: smut <3

summary: you search for a rebound at your local club after a break up. the club owner and his favorite boyfriend are there to satisfy your needs.

w.c: 3.3k

warnings: daddy dom kinda switch! san (almost chewed my fingers off writing him like this trust), dom! wooyoung (he’s kinda passively there when it comes to reader but i promise he’ll be more prominent in part two~), subby good girl! reader, woosan, alcohol use, reader is not drunk but sufficiently tipsy, daddy kink, dirty talk, pet names (angel, princess, pretty girl, etc), teasing, possessiveness, praise, voyeurism/exhibitionism, body worship, grinding, kissing, marking, fingering, double? blowjob? idk (san gets head while giving it too oop-) , deep-throating, slight hair pulling, snowballing

a/n: hii guess who’s back from the dead just in time for the cb? <3 and i brought a present ~ a naughty one hehe :3 the inspo came from those pics above bc they look so expensive and cunty and so yummy ugh and THEN san decided to strip at the mama awards and now i’m ILL and ready to howl at the moon anyways !!this is out of pocket like usual and i put my whole kitty into it okayyy so i hope you enjoy and pls lemme know if you’re excited for part two >< <33

song rec: incubator by ph-1, gun by doja cat, wine pon you also by doja cat feat. konshens (every time i hear the last part it reminds me of san’s dance cover hnnnnhgg)

“Girl, you better slow down on that drink,” the woman sitting beside you at the bar warned, resting her forearms down on the cool surface of the sleek marble countertop, continuing to watch you slurp down a long island iced tea. “I’m not about to hold your hair up for you later.”

“Can you leave me alone? I’m grieving over here, god,” you whined to her with your straw still in between your pouting, quivering lips, your eyes brimming with tears. “And for the record, he broke up with me over text. Text.”

She shook her head. “You are not about to cry over a man right now.”

You pushed your empty glass away, before dramatically pointing a finger into your chest, causing the strap of your dress to droop down your shoulder a bit. “You’re right, but I can still be a mess if I want to, thank you very much.”

“Well, you’re certainly achieving that,” she stated, idly sipping on her own drink, looking you up and down until you felt like you had to prove something to her.

“Okay, fuck this,” you muttered, pushing yourself off of the barstool and pulling your dress down where it was beginning to rise up near your ass, sniffling a bit.

“Where are you going?”

Pulling out a small tube from the v-neck of your dress to apply a fresh coat of lip gloss, you smacked your lips together and motioned your hand to the vast amounts of sweaty, drunk people grinding on each other on the opposite side of the club. “I’m gonna get some rebound dick. Don’t wait up.”

The woman smiled to herself as she watched you disappear into the sea of people, still just sipping on her drink. Little did you know, someone else was already waiting for you in that crowd. And they came as a package deal.

-

“I want her, Sannie,” Wooyoung chimed to the older man that was sitting beside him on the comfy VIP couch, the man’s arm wrapped protectively around his waist. The younger man took a finger off of his fruity drink to point at the woman that was feeling herself up with her body pressed to an unnamed man on the dance floor across from them, charmed by the unbothered, almost melancholic expression imprinted on her flushed face, like she was just waiting for someone like them to take care of her, to make her pretty face flush for a different reason.

San followed Wooyoung’s manicured nail until it led to the sight of you, a few wrinkles etched into his skin near his lips and where his eyes creased with amusement. “Mmm. Shall I leave you to your own devices then? Daddy can watch you seduce that pretty girl from here, can’t he?” His smile deepened when Wooyoung shifted beside him, his thigh pressing into San’s larger one, knowing his plaything was already getting hot under the collar. San held Wooyoung’s chin between his ringed fingers, leaning in to murmur, “And you’ll be a good boy and bring her to me once you get her nice and wet, won’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Wooyoung replied breathily, barely getting his words out when the man pulled him in for a heated kiss.

Just when Wooyoung began to lean into him, his hands resting on San’s leather-bound chest, the older man broke the kiss, wiping the other’s saliva from his mouth. “Get going, naughty boy.”

Despite being dizzy with need, Wooyoung nodded, obediently nodding as he stood up from the couch. He fixed his hair and checked his makeup, before heading into the sea of sweaty, lust-drunk people to find you.

You were almost too busy rolling your body along to the hypnotic flow of the house track that was bumping through the speakers around you to notice the warmth of someone else pulling you near him, his hand sliding onto the small of your back and his lips against your ear, goosebumps forming across your skin.

“Can I steal you away?” Wooyoung whispered in a low voice, smiling at your slow nod, your eyes practically dilating at the sight of him. You didn’t know angels frequented night clubs. That was news to you. The both of you silently watched as his veiny hands slowly slid onto your hips, his fingers squeezing into them just enough to make you shiver.

He brought you back against him with a gentleness that made you a little weak in the knees, moving his hips against yours, guiding you against his body to the pulsing beats of the song.

Desperate to be needed by the obscenely attractive stranger, you took it upon yourself to grind back against him, feeling his cock harden against your ass through his satin pants.

“Fuck, baby, don’t you know what’ll happen if you keep doing that?” he exhaled into your ear, his fingers moving down slightly to squeeze your thighs.

You turned your head back to meet his searing gaze, licking your lips, your eyelids lowering. “What’s going to happen?”

Glancing to the side to make sure San was still watching, which he was, with a hand clutching his upper thigh, Wooyoung looked back to you, his hands moving further outwards to feel the sides of your ass, encouraging your dress to move up little by little, replying, “We’ll have to play with you, angel.”

“Yes, please,” you breathed out, resting your head against his chest, allowing him to feel up your body, his hands groping along your abdomen to your tits, the cogs inside your head moving at a slower rate than usual. “Wait…did you just say…we’ll?” Just as you spoke, Wooyoung reached around to grasp your chin and guide it to the side, allowing you to spot the fiery-headed gentleman manspreading on the VIP couch across from you, his heated gaze alone making you throb. “Isn’t…that the guy who owns this place?”

“Mm, he owns a lot of things. You see, darling, even though I want you all to myself–” Wooyoung squeezed his hands around your barely clothed tits through your dress, making you moan. “San doesn’t like it when I don’t share with him.” His hands slowly moved down your front to your clothed cunt, feeling your wetness coat his fingers when he rubbed them against your clothed slit. All you could focus on was the way San shifted around on the couch, his hands gripping his thighs like his body was aching to be free from his tight ensemble, Wooyoung’s upcoming offer barely getting processed in your hazy brain. “Do you wanna meet him?”

One single nod was all it took for Wooyoung to take your hand with a knowing smile on his pretty face, like he could already tell what was about to go down that night, before guiding you past the crowd, the bouncers, and directly up to San, who was eagerly waiting your arrival.

As soon as you stepped foot into the exclusive lounge, the visual of the older man had your already weak knees ready to buckle underneath you now that you could see him up close. He was dressed head to toe in sleek, expensive leather. The top only had two buttons to support his front, his broad chest on full display for you to drool over. Your eyes eventually followed upwards until you got to his obscenely handsome face, his sharp, feline-like features bathed in the club’s sinful red lighting. Then, of course, the nail in the coffin was the dimpled smile he offered you, one that was so inviting that you didn’t realize you were being drawn to him like a moth to a burning flame.

“That’s right, go ahead and get nice and comfortable on my lap, sweetheart,” his words, sweet like honey, melted off his tongue in a low drawl, his limbs wrapping around you as soon as you sat down on his lap, resting one hand comfortably on your thigh, his other reaching up to play with your hair. “What brought you here tonight? To my pretty boy? To me?”

You gently hooked an arm around his neck to keep yourself upright, gazing at Wooyoung who sat beside you both on the couch, his fingers rubbing gentle circles around one of your ankles, before turning your head to look at the older man, trying to keep bad memories from flooding your brain.

San gently twirled your hair around his finger, urging in a deep, comforting voice, “Let it out. Don’t be afraid, princess.”

Your brain offered you a pleasant fuzziness instead. “I…had a bad breakup…I just really wanted to come here, get my back blown out, and forget about it all, you know?”

Wooyoung stifled a cackle, while San’s lower lip jutted out in a pout, his hand splaying across your upper thigh, slowly rubbing it up and down. “Poor angel. I bet he never made you feel needed, huh?” You mirrored his pout, shaking your head. “I can make you feel needed, baby. Do you want that?” A nod this time, your breath caught in your throat. San leaned in, pressing his lips to your warm cheek, murmuring, “Then, let Daddy take care of you, alright?”

And just like that, there were no rules anymore. No regulations. No holding back. Just you, two strangers, and a club full of people that couldn’t care less about what you were doing. San still held you in his lap, your trembling legs just barely spread open enough to allow his hand in between them, rubbing his thick digits against your cunt through your soaked panties, while Wooyoung had a front row seat. “Is it good for you, baby? Or do you want more?”

“More,” you exhaled, about to say something when San squeezed your clit roughly, making you gasp.

“More, what, princess?” San leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, whispering against them, “What’s my name?”

“More, Daddy,” you corrected yourself, just as San’s ringed fingers moved past your panties and slipped right inside you up to the knuckle, filling you up just enough to make your brain go fuzzy.

Wooyoung moaned just when you did, biting his lip at the sight of San’s veins popping out when he began to pump his fingers in and out of your squelching hole. “Fuck, that’s so hot…she’s so wet, Daddy…”

“She is, isn’t she?” San agreed, curling his fingers inside you until he hit the spot that made you drool, his lips suddenly latching onto your neck to leave his mark behind on your skin so you could remember exactly what you did when you woke up the next morning. “Look at you, taking my fingers in your tight little cunt like this. Such a good girl.”

“Uh-huh,” you could barely verbalize, whining at his words, clenching around his digits. You could barely focus on anything else except for the older man’s thick fingers stretching you out, his rings offering you a pleasure you didn’t realize you needed in your life, though Wooyoung’s warm hands on your thighs and gentle smile kept you from getting too lost in the moment.

However, San was in the same boat as you, his trapped, throbbing cock already leaking so much pre-cum that he was about to lose it, encouraging him to suggest, “Mm, but you need Daddy’s cock, don’t you?” He watched you give him a weak nod, knowing you were on the edge of orgasming from the way your body began to lock up. “I should just fuck you dumb right here for everyone to see. Have you make a big mess on this couch. It’s my club, after all. Why shouldn’t I do what I want?” He sped up the pace, practically pounding his fingers into your cunt, your arousal leaking down your shaking thighs, continuing to dispel filthy words for only you and his boytoy to hear. “Fuck, they’ll enjoy seeing a pretty thing like you fall apart on my lap, won’t they? See this cunt of yours stretch around my cock and take my cum inside. Mmm. See the way I make you mine.”

Everything was too much. The crowded room. The possibility of someone’s eyes on you. San’s filthy words. His fingers jammed inside your soaked cunt. Wooyoung’s unwavering gaze, his hands squeezing into your thighs. The unrelenting pleasure coursing through your body. You ended up cumming so hard, you saw stars, not even realizing San was silencing your pleasured cries until you felt his lips on yours and his tongue push into your open mouth. Just as San pulled away, Wooyoung took his place, tasting the alcohol on your tongue, before gently tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth.

“Should we go to your office now, Sannie?” Wooyoung asked the older man, his hooded eyes flitting between San’s and yours, neither of you even having to speak another word before you all got up from the couch.

-

“Whoa,” you murmured to yourself, looking around the expansive room, the interior matching the rest of the sleek club. Aside from the small computer desk setup in the corner, there was a large bed with satin sheets that took up a good portion of the room, but most of your attention was on the mirrors that were perfectly positioned on either side of the bed, as well as the ceiling. “Mirrors?”

“Sannie likes to watch himself,” Wooyoung giggled, rubbing the small of your back in comforting circles, leading you to the bed alongside San who sat down on the edge of it, looking up to you and Wooyoung who stood behind you, running his hands along your sides up to your shoulders, before taking hold of the zipper of your dress.

“I like to watch pretty angels like you come undone too. Watch the lust take over you until you’re covered in sweat and cum,” San mused, gazing into your eyes until Wooyoung slowly pulled the straps of your dress down, the both of them watching it fall from your body. Groaning, San began to mirror Wooyoung’s actions, unbuttoning his blazer, then pulling it off and revealing an expanse of smooth tan skin, the muscles in his arms flexing as he began to unbuckle his pants. Once San’s pants hit the floor and his thick, veiny cock sprung up, you found yourself sinking down to your knees, your mouth watering at the sight of pre-cum dribbling down the man’s reddened cockhead. “What do you want, princess? Tell me.”

“Your cock,” you requested immediately, settling your hands on his strong thighs. “In my mouth, please.”

“Ahh…?” San tilted his head to the side, his eyebrows raising up slightly.

“Daddy,” you replied swiftly, leaning in to rub your cheek against his hot, throbbing length, pouting, licking at the pre-cum that dripped onto your face. “Please.”

“Good girl. So dirty for me. Aren’t I a lucky man?” San let out a satisfied sigh, reaching down to wrap a good amount of your hair around his fist, holding it in a ponytail so that he could see your face, before sliding his cock into the hot, slick haven that was your mouth and throat. “That’s it, suck it nice and hard, princess. Show me how much you like having Daddy’s cock in your mouth.”

You reciprocated, throating his cock the best you could, choking and gagging occasionally, digging your fingers into his thighs.

“Mmm, there you go. You’re so good for me, angel. Don’t stop, okay?” San praised, closing his eyes, gripping your hair, slowly thrusting himself into your open mouth, delighted by the lewd sounds of your moans and the squelching sounds coming from your throat. Once he felt Wooyoung’s fingers slide into his hair and grip it, San looked up, watching Wooyoung lift one leg up onto the edge of the bed, the younger man’s eyes full of hunger.

Finally getting your throat to relax completely, you simply continued to take San’s cock in your throat, having to blink the remaining tears away to see San clearly — though nothing could prepare you for the sight of Wooyoung guiding San’s head downwards, his twitching cock disappearing inside San’s willing mouth.

“Fuck, it feels so hot,” Wooyoung panted, a bit of drool leaving his plump lips, thrusting deeper until he entered San’s throat, the older man’s groans vibrating onto Wooyoung’s balls each time they touched his chin. “Daddy acts so big and bad all the time, but he just loves getting cock rammed down his throat, huh?”

Wooyoung knew him so well. That’s why he was his favorite, well, aside from the angel that was taking him to heaven with only her mouth. San reached up with his free hand to massage Wooyoung’s balls, guiding his mouth along the younger man’s cock himself, sucking him off like he was made for it, like he always did.

Letting go of San’s hair to touch his own body, shuddering at all the pleasure at his disposal, Wooyoung gazed down at you, watching you obediently take San’s cock, the man’s hand still wrapped up in your hair and tugging at it. “Look at you go. You look so pretty when your mouth’s stuffed with cock, angel. You’re gonna make my Daddy cum so hard for you, huh?”

Squeezing your thighs together around your hand that was playing with your dripping cunt, you nodded your head, swearing you were about to cum just from what was happening around you, knowing San was in a similar place from the way he started to involuntarily buck his hips up into your mouth.

“Don’t swallow and save some for me, baby, okay? Don’t be stingy,” Wooyoung reminded you in a strained, breathy voice, almost falling over from the way San gripped one side of his hips, a string of obscenities falling from his lips when the man forcefully drove his throbbing cock into his hot throat, about to see god herself when San’s throat began constricting around his length like a pussy would. “Fuck, gonna cum, Sannie.”

San pulled back, a few thick strings of saliva connecting his swollen lips to Wooyoung’s dripping tip, his hand closing around the base to jerk him off. “Cum on Sannie’s face, will you? Make a big fucking mess for me.”

Wooyoung whined and panted, San’s slick hand moving quickly along his length, trying not to choke on his spit and moans, barely able to stay upright, but thankfully San had a good grip on his hips.

San looked down at you, licking the saliva from his lips, pulling out just enough so that his thick cockhead rested on your tongue. “Are you going to take this load? Hmm? Want it?”

“Yes, fuck, Daddy, please give it to me,” you begged, panting heavily, your fingers about to slip out of you from how fast you were moving them.

“Oh god, here it comes, angel,” San groaned out, squeezing around the base of Wooyoung’s cock, making him let out a broken, high-pitched whine.

Your combined pleasure came rocketing up to an intense peak, sending the three of you into a mindnumbing state of ecstasy. Thick, hot spurts of liquid came raining down on San’s face, just as his load shot out onto your tongue and down your throat, your own release soaking into the velvet carpet underneath you.

Fading out of reality during the majority of your high, your ears ringing, it took you a minute to realize that someone’s mouth was on yours, their fingers cupping your face. Opening your glossy eyes, you watched in a daze as Wooyoung took his sweet time slurping San’s cum off of your tongue.

San gripped Wooyoung’s hair and brought his head back, parting his lips and allowing Wooyoung to shovel his own cum into his mouth, swallowing it down with a low, pleased groan.

Pleased with the sin that was taking place in front of you, you took it upon yourself to drag your tongue across San’s chiseled jaw to his cheek, collecting some of Wooyoung’s release into your mouth, only to press your lips to his, letting him taste himself. Wooyoung moaned into your mouth, deepening the kiss, until San pulled you away from each other.

“Haven’t had enough, you two?” San chuckled, running a hand through his sweaty hair.

“No~ Not after that,” you giggled, rubbing your cheek against San’s palm when he caressed it.

Wooyoung wrapped his arms around you, looking at San with a sweet smile, his long eyelashes fluttering. “Can we keep her, Daddy? I promise I’ll take good care of her.”

Little wrinkles formed near San’s eyes once he smiled at you. “I suppose so.”

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[358jours]

Yanqing x GN!Reader⎢But I’m so ‘eepy

Word Count⎢1300

Genre/Tags⎢SFW, fluff, Reader is a big introvert and is sleep deprived, shopping dates, PDA, written and posted before game launch⎢Crossposted on AO3

You stifle another yawn as Yanqing drags you around. You’re holding hands, fingers laced together. He walks ahead of you, loud joy in his steps. He’s almost always sporting a smile in public, but the happiness radiating off of him right now is something else. He forced you out of your room today, and though you love his presence, your social battery can only last so long. At this point, you’re practically dead weight he’s carrying on his own.

Yanqing is an energetic young man, extroverted, optimistic, though perhaps a bit naive. He enjoys anything that has to do with swords the most such as taking care of them, training, competitions. He’s also a big spender on his hobbies, always ending up begging his father –or even you– to finance his basic needs. Many people are aware of who he is due to all that, and also the fact he’s the lieutenant. 

You are the opposite. An introverted soul, sleep deprived, fond of staying inside. You tend to stay up far too late into the night, kept up by good video games, and bad decisions. “I can still play, like, fifteen minutes more”, cue three am beeping on your alarm clock after hours passed unnoticed. You could count on one hand those aware of who you are too. First General Jing Yuan, the leader of the Luofu himself, then an unnamed accountant, whose existence only matters for a single reason (your pay), and Yanqing himself. Perhaps Marshal Hua might count as well as she knows about everything, but you never met her personally. 

Yanqing is the only person able to drag you out of your room for more than an hour, and the only person able to drag you out outside at all. Perhaps ‘drag you out’ is too strong a word as you always consent to going out with him, but your mood is a bit sour from your dead social battery and the fatigue in your body. As far as you’re aware, everyone on the Luofu market street has dubbed you “Yanqing’s sleepy partner” (You can’t really blame them, it would be quite awkward to ask “so what’s your name?” while your self-proclaimed knight in shining armor is right by your side). You have a very “cat and dog” personality contrast that makes people laugh, opposites attract or so they say. 

.

Yanqing pulls you forward amidst the crowd. “Finally, we’ve arrived at the Artisanship Commission!”

You take a moment to take in the sight. The sun is high, barely two in the afternoon, and illuminates the red city radiantly, this shop as well. The view is beautiful, yes, but honestly your mind is so jaded, it’s hard to grasp reality. Hopefully this is the last stop for today, Aeons know you won’t survive if you don’t get your afternoon nap. You hear Yanqing's voice and– oh he’s talking to a vendor, nevermind. They seem to know each other, by the way they laugh at least. 

You look over to the swords on display. They’re all impressive, a vast range of different colors and sizes. The one you like best is mainly clear blue and has a yin-yang on its guard, it looks pretty though perhaps a bit heavy for Yanqing? The second one is thinner, it’s mainly black with white and blue accents. It would look good in his hands. The one beside it is ew full-gold yellow, and though the color is less than attractive, the details forged on it are stunning. 

You don’t notice the vendor handing Yanqing a sword. He lifts the hand you’re holding, and looks at you curiously. You let go sheepishly to which he only smiles. The vendor giggles. Ah, embarrassing. 

You space out once more while Yanqing listens with grand attention to the explanations about the ki-controlled attacks the sword can perform. You’re kind of staring at him as he tests the sword through different movements, touching the blade with the tip of his finger. It looks alright, but the swords on display are prettier. He hands it back, the vendor leaves for a moment, and comes back with another. The same happens, and again, and again, and you feel your legs more and more. Trying not to yawn becomes harder and harder.

Your interest is peaked when the vendor brings him the sword with the yin-yang guard. They talk about the features again, he moves it a bit. He hums, does bigger movements, it seems he likes this one too. You rest your head against his shoulder “I like this one.” 

He shifts his head slightly. “Really?” 

“Yeah. It’s pretty and it goes well with your outfit. You should take a dark gray scabbard to go with it.” 

Yanqing hums. He looks at the sword one last time before handing it back. “Alright, I’ll take two, and two dark gray scabbards.” 

The vendor looks very surprised, but happily obliges. They shuffle, occupied in preparing his purchases. Your partner sports a smile on his face, his happiness showing through his proud stance. You don’t fight your yawn this time, and close your eyes. You open them soon after at the sound of a pathetic whine and your name however. Yanqing’s face is contorted in dread. You’re a bit confused about what is wrong, your mind foggy— oh. 

.

His wallet is completely empty. 

You laugh loudly, which makes him even more embarrassed. “Hey, come on! How am I supposed to pay now? And I already said I was taking it home too…” But it only worsens your fit. You grip onto his arm to not fall. The vendor comes back, and Yanqing hastily hides the hollow pouch. He looks at the vendor worriedly as you continue laughing against him. 

“You two are adorable together. Mind repeating your joke?” The vendor smiles at you both. 

“Yeah, thank you. Uh.” Yanqing let out an embarrassed laugh as he scratched the back of his neck. 

You recover enough to hand your credit card to the vendor. “He forgot his money at home.” Yanqing stutters as the vendor snorts. You’re handed back your card, and your partner receives his new swords. He carries them with his left arm while his right hand is occupied, as he refuses not to hold hands with you whenever you are out. 

You walk together for a bit, saying nothing. He’s not dragging you everywhere like before anymore, thankfully. The sun is still high, but at least forty minutes have passed, if not more. Yanqing is the first to break the silence, “You should name it, the sword. But it’s important so you should think deeply about it, yeah?” 

You hum, your mind occupied by other priorities. You pull him in a direction. “Nap time.” 

“What?!” He’s taken aback, clearly confused and in shock. “No way I’ll let you name it that!”

You pull him again and— push him to sit on a bench? He’s still lost, looking at you for clarification. He’s by the far side while you go sit in the middle. He’s about to ask more when you suddenly lay down. Your head goes to rest on his lap. “Nap time, wake me up in one hour or if it starts raining.” 

Yanqing opens his mouth and closes it, still confused although now flustered. “Really? Right here, right now? I thought you disliked being in public.”

You hum a bit, shifting, making yourself comfortable on the hard bench. It would take longer than one hour before getting sunburned right? So this is probably fine. Between the sun high in the sky, the soft breeze, and the comfort of Yanqing, you don’t think you’ll have much trouble resting in public. “Bed is too far, and I’m so ‘eepy.”

He huffs, although there’s a smile on his face. “Alright.” 

[oh-no-its-bird]

recently, i've started to see things where tobirama is reincarnated as sakura or is sakura's "inner", which is really interesting. could i get your take on this?

Unfortunatley I don't actually know much ab Sakura's inner! I learned naruto lore via fanfiction (never actually touched any canon media, oops) and have only actually read like 3 Sakura centric ones, I straight up didn't even know Sakura had a multiple personality(?) thing going for her till a few months ago (and boy wasn't that a surprise)

I think Tobirama being reincarnated as her could be p fun!! But also I think I'd be more interested in telling a story where he just straight up reincarnated as someone not existing in canon, if only bc then he could also interact WITH Sakura instead of just being her

I find that a lot of stories that try to give Sakura agency just kind of toss her entire character out the window and start from scratch, which is fun and valid! But it's more fun for me to make direct, uncomfortable eyecontact w canon her and find increasingly stupid or chaotic ways to fast track that whole "character development" thing or at least find ways to explain why she's Like That(tm)

So yeah I don't have toooo much interest in Tobirama reincarnating as specifically Sakura or her inner, but I could be into a story where he just reincarnates in proximity to her and then see how they bounce off of eachother. Maybe as a sibling? That could be cool

If he's born a girl we can zap em with the trans beam on top of the body dismorphia of suddenly being a whole child, that could be interesting. The blatant sexism of naruto canon could also make for an interesting plotline if we want to actually get into that

I kind of like the idea of him not actually remembering his previous life, at least not in full. Maybe he has weird dreams sometimes, maybe he looks at photos of the Nidaime and gets weird feelings of dejavu.

I suddenly have a very specific mental image of him getting a scar on his cheek, where one of his tattoos used to be, and just staring in a mirror afterwards at this super weird feeling of dejavu mixed w a sensation of it not being right mixed w just general body dismorphia and aw fuck why does he feel like he's both a little more right and further from himself than he's ever been?

Anyways would he be born younger or older than Sakura? Older brother him is just super overprotective, often suffering from nightmares of sensing as Sakura and some unnamed "other sibling" of his dies. It could also mean he can interact with Itachi actually, maybe they can be emotionally stunted baby genius friends or smthn

But younger sibling him could make for a surprisingly compelling parallel with Sakura and Hashirama! Especially w how Sakura later goes on to train with Tsunade n stuff

Part of me wants to say he's still names Tobirama for simplicitys sake, he can just be named after the Nidaime or smthn. But also that feels a bit cheap even if it is easier, so at least for now we'll name him Tora

Him and cat Tora can square off for name rights idk

Tora speaking oddly formally for a civilian, and having the kind of respect for your elders that come from being a second son in an elder run clan in ancient Japan. He has an awful time trying to form emotional attachments with people, including but especially his parents, who for some reason never really felt like his

But also him having a super easy time being attached to his new little sister Sakura, who he refuses to see anything bad happen to ever

So Tora and Sakura's parents being like suuper traditional, which is why Sakura is Like That when it comes to boys (she's constantly being told she needs to find a man to take care of her) Tora acts as a good figure and role model in her life, so while she's still interested in romance like canon she isn't AS boy crazy and can do a bit of thinking for herself.

And then we can get some fun conflict between Tora and his parents, who unfortunatley don't get the whole trans thing and constantly insist he needs to either drop the shinobi thing and find a husband, or if he does keep going at the shinobi thing, use it to find a husband there then drop it

Yeah he's not doing either of those things.

(they find out he's friends w the Uchiha clan heir and immediatley get weird about it, all glowing with pride that he's "attracting such good potential husbands" n stuff (Tora is PISSED))

Anyways Tora being just alarmingly good at literally any jutsu Tobirama invented. Like, ALARMINGLY good. He has that first life muscle memory, which unfortunatley is NOT a valid alibi and he's about to get his ass beat for seeming to have reverse engineered secret jutsus he shouldn't be able to know.

It isn't HIS fault that just glancing at the flying thunder god technique that one time was apparently enough for him to instinctively understand how to use it!!! Maybe this "Tobirama" guy should have just been better at making his jutsu harder to understand, this is clearly not his fault

He manages to help avoid the Uchiha massacre by being friends with Itachi, the two of them both graduating early and at the same ages, joining the same team and then ANBU together and so on.

Tora being really strong and graduating early and all that only further motivating Sakura to be a super strong shinobi, just like her big brother! Maybe she and Sasuke can even bond or have met earlier through Itachi and Tora's friendship.

Sakura and Sasuke childhood friends agreeing to try and graduate early together just like their older siblings. Not really into sasusaku but Ill say Sakura can keep her crush on him but be actually normal about it via exposure plus maybe some boy advice from Tora (he's a shinobi, so if you really want to charm him, you'll have to beat him first)

She can maybe lose it with time (and exposure to him being a dumb cringe fail kid w his brother still around) and maybe go kiss Ino idk

Anyways, Tora and Itachi friendship. Shisui is also there!! (Love that guy)

They're dynamic is just emotionally suppressed bastard (thinks hes better than you) + emotionally suppressed bastard (knows hes better than you) + upbeat guy smiling at you as he holds a gun to your head

Shisui and Tora take turns driving the car as Itachi sits in the back seat peacefully eating some applesauce (he's just happy to be here)

They're gonna blow up the hokage tower for the good of the people 👍

They're on an ANBU team w Kakashi and Tenzo and forget about going grey, they're gonna make Kakashi's hair straight up fall out from the stress

Maybe Tora can move out of his parents house the first chance he gets, and then whatever place he manages to find can be a little safe place for Itachi. Itachi accidentally ends up almost moving in w him as things at home get worse and worse w the coup. He just stays over more and more and doesn't want to return home

Circling back to the "Tora instinctivley knows how to navigate Tobirama's seals/techniques" the most terrifying point of the story is when he sees Naruto's jinchuriki seal and realizes he knows how to mess with it

Uh oh!! Shouldn't have that information!!

Anyways take some doodles

(Danzo is "that jackass who won't let me look at the nidaime's old research" and Tora has a GRUDGE.)

[direwolfrules]

Ever After High Glee AU Part 2

My adhd meds are out and I live in hell thanks to the shortage, so instead of sleeping or doing homework or working on any of my AUs in progress, I’m adding onto this mess.

Hunter: Hunter is also in the Glee Club. Despite being a cheerhexer he has no idea about Coach Baba Yaga’s plans to DESTROY THE GLEE CLUB!!!! Cause he is just a nice boy who Baba Yaga knows would attempt to sabotage their sabotage if he found out about it. His parents were already less than enthused about the cheerhexing, but now that he’s added Glee to the mix? They’re pissed, how… unmanly (by that they mean in touch with his emotions and secure in his own masculinity, because the Huntsman legacy is one built on overly macho bullshit).

Ashlynn is not in the glee club cause she has her own stuff going on. I’m not adding more stuff onto the plate of an already extremely busy girl whose clothes turn into rags when she’s late.

Was looking up who’s on the Cheerhexing team and honestly, all the named cheerhexers are too nice to participate in these schemes so I’m just throwing in the unnamed fairy Cheerhexers. All six of them swap in and out two at a time and like, no one notices. They’re just that forgettable. They exist as Faybelle’s backup and that’s it.

According to Class of Classics, the Pied Piper canonically likes classic rock, so I feel much more secure with my casting of him as the Will Shuester of this AU.

The Cheshire Cat is kind of a Holly Holiday-type recurring guest character. She shows up, sings some songs, stirs up chaos, and looks fabulous while doing it.

Uh, the Glee club definitely does a Magedonna (now you see why I needed those artist parody names) week. Coach Madame Baba Yaga is honestly kinda okay with this one because she’s a massive Magedonna fan. She used to play her music all the time when babysitting her niece, helping inspire her to become the amazing Lady Yaga.

They most certainly do a Lady Yaga week as well.

Thanks to the amazing @athena-xox the name Billygoat Joel is a thing, so these crazy kids will do some Billy Joel songs. I just have the image of Hunter singing “Uptown Girl” about Ashlynn. Someone tells Professor Pied Piper his music taste is old and only stuff dads listen to and he starts singing “It’s Still Rock and Roll to Me”. Pre-Dragon Games, Darling and Apple have a moment and after Apple walks away Darling starts unconsciously humming "She's Got a Way". We cut to Apple and she's humming the same song.

Also the image of Cupid singing “Tell Her About It” to the entire cast of EAH. That’s basically the musical equivalent of the plot of True Hearts Day, right? And now I'm adding Cupid to the Glee Club.

[dawnfinchh]

i made full "canon" allegiances for the start of fire and ice: google doc link

this is a part of a series im doing where i've made the full allegiances for the first book of every arc in order. now i'm making allegiances for other main series books

here is the masterpost for all the allegiances

"canon" is in quotations because a lot of this is guesswork about who logically would be around at that point in time, but aren't listed in the allegiances or mentioned in the book

this is mainly meant to be a resource for fanworks

general stuff that's still the same as last time:

wiki pages are linked to character's names

med cat = cleric

characters are listed by age. where there are no concrete ages, i make my best guess

tc is the only clan without a "kit" rank as all kits born into or taken into the clan have known parents

this is where things start to get pretty messy due to the sheer number of prequel cats i need to make decisions about, pretty much entirely in rc and sc. i'll provide insight into why the ones i have listed are still around as these prequel cats do just tend to randomly fall off the timeline with no explanation or canonical deaths

thunderclan:

cinderkit and brackenkit are listed as kits instead of apprentices bc they are not apprenticed until like 100 pages in

swiftpaw is still listed as an apprentice bc he is apprenticed in like the first chapter

ashkit, fernkit, and tulipkit are listed. elderkit is already dead and tulipkit dies this book

shadowclan:

they lose a LOT of cats from the previous allegiances due to their last mentioned appearances being at the end of yellowfang's secret and not a lot of them reappearing in exile from shadowclan or tigerclaw's fury

whitepaw/whitethroat - not mentioned until rising storm, but needs to be a warrior by then. i made him a kit in the itw allegiances and thus now he's an apprentice

applepaw/applefur and ratpaw/ratscar - not mentioned until tigerclaw's fury but need to be warriors by then. i made them kits in the itw allegiances and thus they are now apprentices

brightflower, crowtail, archeye, featherstorm, hollyflower - alive and rejoined shadowclan's camps at the end of exile from shadowclan

volewhisper - alive and rejoined shadowclan's camp at the end of exile from shadowclan, but specifically needs to die before blackfoot returns due to continuity issues with blackfoot's reckoning

ashheart - not mentioned or listed in tpb, but alive bc she needs to make semi-canon kits with cinderfur in rising storm

scorchwind - not mentioned or listed in tpb, but alive bc he needs to make rowanstar and cedarheart with darkflower

rowanberry, deerfoot, flintfang, and fernshade - are in tigerclaw's fury

wolfstep - is mentioned to still be alive when tigerclaw first comes to shadowclan in blackfoot's reckoning

riverclan:

mistyfoot - reedwhisker is not listed because i've gone with the timeline given in tnp for him. mistyfoot's other kits are listed

mosspelt - listed as a warrior instead of an expecting queen as her and silverstream's kits need to be close enough in age for her to feed/foster them, and graystripe and silverstream haven't even met yet

mallowtail and birdsong - they are still around after shadepelt and heavystep receive their full names

frogleap - he dies later

grasswhisker, shimmerpelt, lakeshine, cedarpelt, piketooth, and timberfur - mentioned to be alive after the flood that kills frogleap

beetlenose, ottersplash, sedgecreek, voleclaw, and vixenleap - mentioned to join tigerclan and/or lionclan, so they are safe for the entirely of tpb

rippleclaw and emberdawn - are at nightpelt's first gathering as a leader

skyheart and reedtail - need to make kits together in mothwing's secret, so they are safe for the entirety of tpb

windclan:

thrushwing - again, the canonnity of her character is questionable, but windclan needs more she-cats. there's also an unnamed non-morningflower tortoiseshell mentioned a couple times and i think she works fine to fill in that vague role

morningflower - the way that she and gorsekit are described make it sound like she gave birth like the day before fireheart and graystripe showed up, so she is tagged with (expecting kits)

tawnykit/tawnyfur - an apprentice in rising storm and a warrior in a dangerous path, so she is likely a kit around this time

eaglekit (ashfoot's kit) - not listed bc i think they have died

elders - there are about 5 unnamed elders described while windclan is crossing the road. the only specific elders that have strong cases to be around are crowfur (he is in a forest of secrets) and cloudrunner (he is gorsepaw's father)

i have them listed under rogues and loners, but sometime during this book it's likely that stagleap and sorrelshine rejoin windclan after the clan returns to their territory

cats outside clans:

shadowclan exiles get their own group

stagleap (wc) and sorrelshine are listed here

princess is listed as (expecting kits) as cloudtail has not been born yet

[casp1an-sea]

STAR WARS OCS

this needed it’s own section cause gosh I have a lot. In these character descriptions a few of the mention characters from legends if that is so I will link their name to their Wookiepedia page.

WARNING: a lot of these characters have very depressing stories, and some do die. So just keep that in mind.

——————————————— Old Republic Era:

Rithi So’Tu

Dhohdi Jcix

Prequel Era:

Julana Drace AkA Master Jinera Vestria

Gen Mentel Jennis

Pical and Zac (my IRLs OCs)

Reese Tal

Young Bob and Master Larry

Aaron Drace

Sunni Tokka

Master Denis Suaperou and Fill

Orahlaa “Ora”

side characters

- Clones:

(They have a separate post click on the link above)

Imperial Era:

Ven Drace

Casony Asichi

Brothers in arms

unnamed zeltron that looks cool????

Airic Tevat

Cane Costrol

Kemii Dovlu

K5-Z6 “KZ”

New Republic Era (legends/hc):

Zrest’evez’loamom “Zrest”

Jeskeir Sowlist

First Order:

n/a

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I love Doing collabs with these guys and adding to their stories, so if you want to do one or make a OC specifically for their story just let me know. I write their stories chronologically so even though my main Star Wars OC is Ven she is not nearly as fleshed out as the prequel era characters from her story because I am still mid clone wars at the moment. I know many people on here know me for liking Hux, so I just also wanted to say I do not have any and if they do they will only be first order. All my OCs atm follow the legends timeline.

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@xen-blank, @thehollowwriter, @l7k-a, @ferris-the-wheel, @keii-starz

@krenenbaker @elenauaurs @the-banana-0verlord @edith-is-a-cat @dove-da-birb

@theosb0rnway @fizzydreamz @ravenwing0110

@diabollicallyangelic @xentari94 @tomatette

@dragonflies-draw-flame @sunshinechildskywalker

[kings0kc]

@dcsuperherogirls This is going to be a long post! There will also be some extra characters I’ll name at the end if you want to know about them to! There’s so much info I have to make a part 2😭

PART 1

Wonder Woman: Her name is Diana Prince! 17

Favorite food is Sugary cereals

Her fashion sense is athletic and practical

She is the third hero we see to have won hero of the month!

Supergirl: 15

Her favorite food is Superfood cake!

Her fashion sense is Peppy and Preppy!

She is extremely clumsy

She is the second hero we see to win hero of the month!

Her favorite band is called “Opposite Direction”

Batgirl: she/her 16

She knows martial arts

Her favorite food is also superfood cake!

Her fashion sense is Sleek,dark,practical and tech-y

She is the ninth hero we see to win hero of the month!

Harley Quinn: she/her. 15

Her favorite food is kaboom candy cupcakes!

Her fashion sense is colorful and wacky

Harley captures her classmates best and worst moments on her web channel ‘Harley’s Quintessentials’

She is the 8th hero we see win hero of the month!

Bumblebee: she/her 15

She is from metropolis!

Her favorite food is honey flavored anything

Her fashion sense is stylish with a hint of tech

We don’t see her win hero of the month BUT we do see her win hero of the year!

Poison Ivy: She/her 15

Her favorite food is bacon and eggs

Her fashion sense is green and earthy

According to the wiki it is possible that her and Harley are romantically linked it is also implied in “ha ha horticulture” that like her other incarnations Harley is possibly immune to her poisons

She is the 5th hero we see to win hero of the month!

Katana: she/her 16 and a half

Her favorite food is Chopped salad

Her fashion sense is cutting edge couture

She has an unnamed younger brother

She has a pet fox named kitsune

She is the 10th hero we see to win her of the month!

Cheetah: she/her

She is interesting, she has scribbled out so information but I can still see it👀

She is from Notting hamshire, England

Her specialty is Quick strikes and Let

Her favorite foods are Lamb Kebabs

Her fashion sense is Athletic and amazing

(There are so many more characters they might need a whole new post so here’s the characters I did not mention!

Cat women,hawk girl,star sapphire,beast boy,flash,green lantern,thunder and lighting,Adam strange,animal man,arrowette,big barda,cyborg,elasti-girl,el Diablo,frost,lady shiva, miss Martian,ravager,Shazam,silver banshee, Starfire,vibe AND all the staff)

THE THREE POWS OF SHH

Brain POWer

Super POWer

Will POWer

The classes are!: Weaponomics,history,science,physical Education,Super suit design

(Ah yes that’s all they need🤨)

SUPERLATIVES:

Most likely to save the day: Wonder Woman and bumble bee

Best Student ID picture Poison Ivy

^^ the worst: the flash

Best weapons wielder: hawk girl

Worlds best team: Supergirl and Batgirl

Best supersuit: Bumblebee

Most dynamic duo: Harley Quinn and Wondy

Bluntest Bludgeon: Big Barda and her mega rod

Sweetest smile: Starfire

Most disciplined: Lady Shive

Handsomest hero: Green Lantern

Most flexible: Elasti-girl

Most Dramatic: Star Sapphire

Most animal Magnetism: Beast Boy

Best class clown: Harley Quinn

Most likely to create mischief: Catwomen

Most Ferociously Fashionable: Cheetah

Neatest Room: Bumblebee

Messiest room: Harley Quinn

Coolest cave: Batgirl

Room that only star sapphire could love: Star Sapphire

SCHOOL CLUBS:

Junior Detective Society of Metroplis

current members: Batgirl,hawkgirl,Flash,Bumblebee

Vehicles Club

Current members: Batgirl,Harley Quinn,Supergirl, wonder women (just there whole dorm huh😭)

Science Club

Current members: Ivy, frost, star sapphire, lightning, green lantern

MODEL UP (united planets)

represent your planet at Model Up!

Current members, wonder women, supergirl, miss Martian, Starfire, Adam strange, big barda

Track Team

Current members: Wonder Woman, supergirl,flash,animal man,cheetah

Glee Club

Current members: miss Martian,silver banshee,bumblebee

School internet radio station

Current members: Bumblebee (night DJ)

Star Sapphire (relationship advice guru)

Harley Quinn (sanity checks)

Band Club

Current members: Katana,Beast boy, silver banshee, cheetah

CHESS (citizens helping extraterrestrials succeed society)

Current CHESS buddies: Batgirl and Supergirl, Bumblebee and Miss Martian, Lady Shiva and Big Barda, Wonder Woman and Starfire

[waitingfortheday]

what do you mean by horribly miscast?

Ooh story time! Sorry, this ended up so long for no reason. I felt like I needed to add context

Let me preface this by saying this was a good production. I'm being silly about it because I love the community theatre group this was done by, and still work with them years later.

I auditioned for a Summer community theatre production of Cats when I was 15 with my friend, because my high school had just done Cats for their Fall musical (I was still in middle school so I was not able to be in it), and became obsessed with the show (watched the 1998 movie 50 times, saw a professional production, memorized the cast recording, discovered fanfiction.net. You know, normal autism stuff).

This was a youth production, so the actors were 12-21. When I saw how many 18-21 year olds were auditioning and actually knew how to dance, I didn't expect to get any of the big roles. I was a very strong singer but pretty middle of the road when it came to dancing, and this is a very dance heavy show. I would have been happy with anything but really wanted Jemima. We just didn't really expect to compete with the older actors.

So imagine my surprise when the cast list came out and my friend and I got Old Deuteronomy and Bombalurina respectively. We weren't the only younger kids in bigger roles, but we were probably the youngest compared to how large the roles were. For example, Demeter was 20, other 15 and 16 year olds got Jemima, Coricopat, and Macavity, and most 12-14 year olds were unnamed ensemble cats.

I was ecstatic but also kind of like "wtf?" Because even at that age I knew this was a weird casting choice. I wasn't much of a dancer which Bombalurina is supposed to be, I was a very high soprano which Bombalurina isn't, and I was a shy kid who didn't know how to act sexy (and still don't).

I figured out pretty quickly that the director wasn't that familiar with the show. He would pronounce every character's name wrong, and had Cassandra sing her line in the opening number up the octave even though it's supposed to be low and the girl playing her was an alto, among other choices that were just weird. He knew the basic idea of what happened in each song but he definitely didn't get into the character descriptions and their personalities or relationships to each other. Which imo is the whole point but .. whatever. I got the role solely because I could sing and not because I suited the character at all. So I decided to play Bomba cute and young instead of trying to be big and flirtatious and failing spectacularly (at one point Demeter and Mistofelees took me aside and gave me new choreography for my solo in Macavity because all the choreographer gave me to work with was walking around and being sultry and like... trying to imitate what pole dancing looks like without a pole and I was super uncomfortable and just wasn't selling it at all.)

I did a good job in the end but the character I was playing was not Bombalurina. Imagine if you took Etcetera and gave her all of Bombalurina's songs. That was basically what I was doing.

Still my favorite show to this day though.

It's even funnier now because I tell people I played Bombalurina and they think I played the Taylor Swift version of the character. And I have to be like no she's actually not like that at all.

[biscuits0popcorn]

# 890 oc, Seal'star. I'm gonna drop her lore here if anyone is interested in it(if you see me stopping the lore, then it's because i lazy and bored of it and will type more of it when i can).

Seal'star is a smoky gray she-cat with dark spots and markings she was born to a unname she-cat and timber'twisting, along with her 2 unnamed siblings, during her childhood Seal'star would have interest of becoming a med cat just like her father she would always try to pretend that she is a med cat along with her best friend name violet'kit(wind) that wants to be a leader some day when playing she would always try to impress her father so that she can be his med cat app or sandy'cry but her father doesn't want her to become a med cat not just because he doesn't want her to become his apprentice he wants to use her to make her become a leader to the clan and even have come up with a plan for it, one day seal'kit decided that she was gonna tell her father that she wants to become a med cat to the clan just like her father is, she would approach to the med cat den seeing her father putting away herbs that he gather, he would noticed her and asks her if is there anything what she need and seal'kit would say no and said that she is only here bc she wants to ask him that she wants to become a med cat app her father would wided his eyes with a bit of anger at her because he wanted her to become a warrior then a leader to the clan but due to him having a plan how to he would stay calm and lie to his daughter that he will tell the leader about it tonight and before finishing his sentence seal'kit would loudly scream in existence that she is finally becoming a med cat app and she would race off out of the med den to tell violet'kit about it as she races off her father woukd snarl with annoyed as he unsheathe his claws before mumbling something, as moons past by when the day finally come seal'kit would happily ran off from the nursery to the clearing as her eyes wide with excitement and joy that she is finally becoming a med cat to the clan with her father as her mentor or sandy'cry app she would waited until the leader lighting'star(any gender) a large white cat with alot of wounds from the battle from the past appear outside their den from their sleep would yawn before noticing seal'kit as she was waiting but end up noticing violet'kit and she would playful race to her lighting'sage would approach to her scaring violet'kit off before running off behind seal'kit as her pelt bristle seal'kit would turn her head around confused why she is behind her until violet'kit mumble to look behind her instead of looking at her seal'kit would even get more confused until she turn around and see lighting'star facing at her and violet'kit and her pelt bristle with eyes wided thinking they were both in trouble but before saying something her leader would playful pat them on her head and turn around before saying that he knows why seal'kit and violet'kit is here for as she turn around to the cave rock he would call for a clan meeting and their clanmates would woke up and yawn as their gather around for the clan meeting seal'kit would wided her eyes with excitement before she would stare at her father with joy that she is finally becoming like a med cat app just like him and when lighting'star calls her over she would try to walk still but ends up hopping instead--i give up doing her lore i think it's the best if I explain it once I have a toy house in the future--

[monstrsball]

hey hey hey tell me about iwaoisuga's pets. you've mentioned iwa with a cat but do you think they have others.

OOOH okay so it kinda varies from universe to universe? iwa is like... such a dog person to me. specifically he likes big dogs (but he's not the kind of guy who hates small dogs, he loves all dogs). ash @kanoyachi has sold me on his dog being an akita. i just think iwa needs a dog that is so stubborn. and that he spoils a little. so in my mind he had her before he started dating suga/oikawa. (whether this dog exists in the same universe as iwasuga cat is undecided.)

oikawa has beef with this dog. she is very well behaved (iwa trains his dog ofc!!) but does not always want to listen to him specifically. secretly though he is still quite fond of her. and i think she likes quite a lot too despite the uh. not always listening to him part.

she looooves suga. suga loves her. he will greet her before iwaizumi whenever he visits his apartment. (imagining this being one of the thinfs that made iwa go 'oh maybe i like him' pre-relationship).

she is unnamed. iwasuga cat is also unnamed. if anyone has any name ideas i am always here.

[bonefall]

Shadow Wip

Okay so I'm coming in with a snapshot of what I've got so far, some changes I'm mostly committed to, etc

I moved Foxheart and Wolfstep out of Toadnettlepool because I have a different story to tell with them, as descendants of Houndstar.

First of all this helps break up the mass of kits that came out of Toadnettlepool

Second of all, due to timeline shuffles it makes more sense that Foxheart is Wolf's parent, NOT sibling.

I want to make Scorchwind into Raggedstar's pre-Honor Title name, even though it means I'm eliminating a warrior. Featherstorm is also too old to be relevant in TPB, so, I've made Dawncloud Raggedstar's full sister

That also fixed the Finchflight age gap, so I don't have to eliminate that

Also I've decided that Finch was Lizardstripe's mentor

So anyway I'm thinking of having Volewhisper get injured in one of Brokenstar's battles as an adult, since BB won't be working with the Kitten Ratfights

I also don't need to eliminate ShC Ashfur like I thought-- I'm going to make his name Ashflame for now. Open to suggestions though.

I think it also works better for Cinderfur to be Stumptail's BROTHER-IN-LAW rather than blood brother.

Cinderfur dies in Runningnose's Plague, so I think it's cute for his sister Ashheart to take them and Stumptail to be their adopted dad. Sir this is my emotional support himbo

Those kits are Quiet, Rubble, and Turtle btw I haven't marked them down yet

I'm also actually keeping Mintpool around, I have become attached. He is also very close to his brother Stumptail.

Sometimes writing for BB is just getting fixated on a background character.

Idk who Cloudpelt's mate was yet, I have a timeline file open and I'm plugging cats into it to get a feel for who's around

OH ALSO I have named the two unnamed kittens that Silverflame gave birth to in Goosefeather's Curse. Working names are Darkbark and Dimlight because I think it is funny next to Brightflower. Maybe I'll make Dim into Dimberry...

I still want Snowbird to have plenty of kits, but I did break up her monopoly a bit. Yarrowleaf may move around again.

Still open to input

[atlas-the-bastard]

I don't usually post non fandom art on here but I'm pretty proud of this :33

these r two characters my best friend and I made for a VERY COOL webcomic we're in the process of creating - mavis (redhead) and her currently unnamed girlfriend because we needed side characters and I felt like she deserved a sapphic relationship 😌

i did use a reference for the pose/clothes but it turned out way better than I was expecting??? kind of insane??

anyway if you want more deets about the characters uhh under the cut bc I want to tell people about this so bad😭

SO (and may I just say thankyou for clicking see more cant believe people want to KNOW about my SILLY LITTLE GUYS)

Mavis (full name mavis nic coitir) is the bassist of a 5 person band in a world pretty much the same as our own except there's monsters n magic n people have powers n shit. dont think about it too hard the world building isn't designed for scrutiny.

Mavis' "power"/ability is mostly that she's just freakishly smart. she's the tech junkie of the group, the gadget girl, all that jazz - and also the biggest pop culture nerd ever. she's also the mom friend, she had adhd, she's 20 years old, Irish, and born on the 10th of february. she's a total loser and also the coolest person you'll ever meet.

she has a shit ton of awesome body mods/cyborgy stuff (which I didn't draw because I didnt feel like it💀), including a prosthetic arm - all of which she made herself.

she (like all of our other characters) is an amalgamation of a bunch of different traits and tropes we thought would be funny or cool, and also because I cant keep my sticky fingers out of anything, is losely inspired by one piece characters (namely franky and nami) - again, like most of our other characters💀

i, being a faggot, needed to give her a girlfriend and my friend said "sure :D". I thought it would be funny if she, being the loser ever, somehow pulled like. a beautiful celebrity or actress. and I think the idea in my head has now kind of morphed into like...a really cool artist/content creator who lives in their city and who everyone knows...so like microcelebrity...but still a celebrity to mavis's band mates. I havent yet run this past my friend, but I'm thinking some flavour of blasian for the gf.

also these aren't their actual outfits I just drew the clothes that were on the reference cos it was easier and also I think I am a lot better at drawing clothing folds now so win win. for the record mavis normally wears like an oversized band/pop culture tshirt and some old cargo pants/overalls.

anyway yeah that's mavis :DDD

(If u wanna know the other 4 band members are Soren Fayez , the seemingly cool calm collected popular girl who is actually a total ditz, and plays violin; Dante (full name Durante Alaric Hunter Dio Galloridge), the vampire vocalist and sometimes keyboardist with big dick energy and chaotic bisexuality; Calvin Smith, drummer and the most normal guy ever - completely trauma and angst free and the himbo ever; and Evan(geline) Mori, guitarist and the black cat to cal's golden retriever, bursting with childhood trauma and a Midwestern emo musical influence. Evan and Cal are in love with each other but Evan is too angsty to do anything and Cal doesn't waste time doing things like using his single braincell to pick up on Evan's faggotry that to anyone else except the two of them is more unsubtle than a giraffe in a swimming pool.)

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The next morning certainly proved to be different than the previous days Patrice had spent in New Iber, few as they were. No one had been lying when they said the bonfire signaled the end of the season. By the time Patrice woke up, the royal family had already departed for the summer palace. Her maids had finished packing her things and theirs, and most of the nobles were in the process of leaving.

"We'll be ready to leave as soon as you are, Lady Patrice," Maria explained when Patrice expressed surprise at how quickly everything was packed. "Although really there's no reason to hurry. With everyone trying to leave at once, it gets a bit backed up."

"How will we be traveling to the summer court?"

"Oh, we'll be traveling with Dame Felicity," Elaine said. "She seemed to think that her horse was the only beast that would carry you. But we haven't heard from her yet this morning."

Patrice thought back to the game the knight had been involved in the previous evening. She had already observed alcohol's effect on humans plenty of times between the tournament and the feasts. "Somehow, I'm not surprised," she said.

Assuming it would be a while before Felisjyta roused herself, Patrice took her time eating breakfast and getting ready.

Her outfit today was a pale blue kirtle with a thick girdle beaded in lavender and white. There were two new additions to her wardrobe, however. One was a pair of britches to wear under her dress and the other was a veil of the same type Patrice had still refused to wear.

"And these are for?" She asked.

Maria chuckled. "Trust me, Lady Patrice, if you're going to be riding a horse, you'll want something between you and the saddle."

Patrice had never ridden a horse before but this, at least, seemed practical. "And this?" She held up the veil.

Surprisingly, it was the usually shy Anna who spoke up. "We really must insist on a veil today, Lady Patrice. It will help protect your hair and keep the dust and dirt of travel off."

Patrice knew that her refusal to wear one in the first place was ridiculous, though even that small bit of control helped her feel a little bit more stable. At this point though, she finally gave up. "Well, if it serves a purpose…"

Elaine laughed. "It serves the same purpose it always has, Lady Patrice."

She shook her head, but didn't protest any further. Once again her hair was braided and sewn into a crown on her head, in the same style that her maids themselves wore, though this time the style was completed with a veil, as well as the pins and circlet needed to keep it in place.

Everything in her suite was ready to go long before Felisjyta appeared, awake but rumpled, after noon.

Once again she was dressed in Serzek style clothing, though today she'd left the coat behind in favor of a tight fitted vest covered in large patches of embroidery. Her clothing during the two feasts had been relatively tame, but this vest was a riot of colorful illustrations of plants, animals, and things Patrice couldn't even name. Patrice personally thought that the vivid colors were much preferable to the more harmonious clothing she had been wearing lately.

"Are you ready, my Lady Dragon?" Felisjyta asked with great ceremony.

"As ready as I will be," Patrice said. "I've been up for some time."

"Yeah, yeah," Felisjyta said, moving out of the way so that the palace servants could oversee the removal of Patrice's trunks.

"Did you place in the competition?" Patrice asked. She moved out into the hallway, following the servants with her possessions. The cat, still unnamed, paced by her side.

"I don't even remember the last few rounds,” Felisjyta admitted. "I could've won but I don't know for sure."

"Ah, so even if you got your kiss you wouldn't remember it," said Patrice.

"Kiss?" It seemed she didn't even remember making such a comment. Patrice merely shook her head.

When they reached the courtyard, they were greeted with a strange sight. It was packed with horses, wagons, people, and possessions. Patrice and Felisjyta could only gape and follow along after the servants, who presumably knew where they were going.

"I see now why we were in no hurry," said Patrice. "It will be hard to get out of this."

"Not as hard as if we didn't have you though," Felisjyta said as horses and other animals parted around them. None of them wanted to be close with what seemed to them to be a large predator. Patrice could not help but smile. Who could have guessed that being a dragon would've come in handy in this particular way?

Their train was off to one side, tucked into a corner of the courtyard. Vasya and another Serzek horse stood already saddled, barely reacting to the chaos around them. Two more rounceys, slightly larger than their Serzek counterparts, stood hitched up to a solid little wagon where their things were being deposited. A third Runerian horse stood saddled, with its reins tied to the wagon.

"I guess this is us," Felisjyta said.

"Who's that?" Patrice asked, gesturing to the other Serzek horse. She had already guessed that the Runerian horses had been donated for their use by the royal stables.

"Oh, that's Vanji," Felisjyta said. "Vasya dropped him a few years ago. He's a lot like his mother, but he's still a little feisty. You ride her and I'll ride him."

Patrice eyed the horse. Being able to pet a horse was not the same as being able to ride a horse. Thinking about riding a horse from the comfort of her own room was not the same thing as being confronted with the truth of it. Now that she was here, she almost wanted to ask to ride in the wagon with the cat instead. But she did not ask. Her pride, such as it was, wouldn't allow any further concessions that day.

She allowed Felisjyta to help her mount to get used to the saddle as the rest of their things were packed into the back of the wagon. That completed the maids took their seats – Anna and Elaine on the wagon, Maria on the standalone horse – and it was time to be off.

Felisjyta urged Vanji to take the lead, something that Patrice did not protest at all. Then they oozed their way towards the gate, one opening and a time. Some people who saw them coming would try to move their own parties aside to make a little room, but just as many stubbornly refused to give up their own spots. And every party that left was quickly replaced by someone else trying to leave, which led to an ever shifting mass of bodies to work around.

Although it felt like an eternity, eventually they made it out of the gate and into the stream of people leaving the palace and winding through the city towards the country. Patrice took that moment to ask Vasya to go a little faster, something the mare was more than willing to do. She fell in step with Vanji, allowing Patrice to ride side-by-side with Felisjyta.

"Do you know how to get to the summer palace?" Patrice asked.

"I have a map," Felisjyta told her. "But we don't have to worry about it for a while yet. We'll be stuck in this mob until we've reached the edge of the city and even for a while after that."

"How long will it take us to get there?"

"A week at a leisurely pace, apparently," Felisjyta said. "We should reach it early enough not to miss anything exciting."

The trip through town proved to be exciting enough, and not only because she was having to learn how to ride a horse on the go. Patrice had only been in town twice – once when she had first been dragged here against her will, and once at the market the day before. This was the first real chance she had to see the city, and the way people lived here away from the palace.

Outside the walls, the houses of the nobility ringed the palace like baby ducks around their mother. Sprawling expanses of houses with large lawns and gardens sat in between the palace and the rest of the city. These were not plain stone like the castle towering above them, the walls were smooth and brightly colored, with geometric patterns painted on trim and shutters.

Gradually the houses grew smaller – homes not for the nobles but for merchants. These too had designs painted on as accents, though the walls tended to be white or cream and the roofs plain slate gray. Next came the shopping district, which Patrice had already seen, before the city gave way to the poor citizens. These homes were even smaller and were made of wood, not stone, but even they were gaily painted whenever possible.

Past the outermost gates of the city, houses gave way to farmland sprinkled here and there with small cottages and barns. These people weren't leaving, and neither were most of the citizens. Their lives, their livelihoods, were here. They didn't have the time or money to go traipsing off into the country just because it got a little too warm.

The countryside came with its own troubles too, mainly homesickness. Her mother's tower had stood on a patch of ground long abandoned and given over to the wild. Although much of the land here was cultivated, the wide stretch of nearly uninterrupted green mimicked what Patrice was used to seeing. She sighed.

Felisjyta noticed. "What's wrong?"

“Oh…it reminds me a little of my home," said Patrice. "All the land, the trees and the flowers, the open spaces and bright sky."

"You aren't the only one," Felisjyta said. "This reminds me of home too. With less crops, though. I already told you about it a little, how it's so wild. And beautiful too."

"Why did you become a knight?" Patrice asked.

Felisjyta raised her eyebrows. “To protect my family and our livestock. My clan raises deer on Fel Hver, along the Serzek-Runerian border. It’s an area fraught with danger from the weather, bandits, wolves, bears, and mountain cats. When I was young, one of my cousins died in a bandit raid. We needed to train someone to replace him and I volunteered.”

"And you did not wish to come here?"

"I couldn't refuse," Felisjyta said, and her voice was bitter. "Rozhalea is my clan's luvtal, our representative in the Council of Senators. What she decrees, we obey, and she takes a particular delight in making me miserable these days."

Why?"

Felisjyta shrugged. "It's complicated."

Patrice accepted that. Rozhalea seemed to be a complicated person. "Maria said, I think, she is in line for the throne in Serze?"

"Runerians!" Felisjyta laughed. "We have a Council, not a royal family. One person for each clan. There is one particular elder who leads the Council and she was 'in-line' for that position as much as any of them, but not anymore. Not since she accepted the offer for an alliance marriage."

Patrice thought back on the duchess, and on Johan's warning. "I suppose she has more power here."

"I suppose," Felisjyta repeated, her voice careful.

It seemed Felisjyta truly didn't like her duchess any more than Patrice did. The Serzek word 'clan' matched up in her mind with the dragon word for city: a loose collection of individuals or families that got along. If that was the case, then Felisjyta truly had known Rozhalea for a long time.

"Will you be able to go home after she marries?"

"If she doesn't dismiss us after the wedding, I will get on my knees and beg," Felisjyta said. She wasn't smiling. "And I'll do it in front of the Runerian royal family. That's what I had to do to get leave to go to my sister's wedding. If I had asked her alone she would've refused. But just like you, I long to be somewhere that I actually belong."

"Rozhalea takes to this country like an otter to water," Patrice said.

"She always was different, I used to admire that about her. But there will always be people like her, just like there will always be people like me. But what about you?"

"What about me?" Patrice repeated.

"What do you want?"

Patrice didn't answer for a long time. She watched the train of people moving along ahead of them. She studied the nature on either side of the road: cultivated fields mixing with brush wood and open meadows. The mix of natural sounds like bird song and buzzing insects mingled with the more human sounds of the convoy in a way she thought very similar to the muddle in her own heart.

"I don't know," she finally said. "I know little of humans, and not much more of dragons. We were exiles, and received few visitors. I don't know enough to make a choice now."

"If you want, you can come to Serze with me after the wedding. Just to see it, if you like."

Patrice glanced at her, and found Felisjyta to be her usual smiling self. Petrich had offered the same thing, but Patrice liked the idea infinitely more from Felisjyta. She smiled. "Perhaps."

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[webkinztournament]

just found this blog and HI HELLO???? I STARTED A QUEST ON MAKING EVERY WEBKINZ INTO AN OC LIKE LAST YEAR AND I DON'T OWN THEM ALL ON TOP OF MANY BEING GIVEN AWAY BECAUSE I WAS A CHILD WHO DIDN'T KNOW HOW IMPORTANT THOSE STUFFIES WERE!!!! wanted to get some Tumblr Pros who I'm sure owed some webkinz before to see if they could help out with how they played with their own webkinz,

I was HORRIBLY consistent (my whimsical dragon webkinz dated/married most if not ALL the guy dragons my older sibling owned who were also webkinz; she's settled down now with a Very Pretty Splash Dragon who was her bestie since Getting) so I was wondering if they might be able to share their webkinz childhood- or just silly gameplay from their childhood- for this oddness?/nfaa

(I have a LIST so far on everything and dynamics but I know my older sibling and I did NOT have enough to cover everything until 2015 when we stopped seeing them in Cracker Barrel, but I can recognize that I do NOT have 1000% brain power to cover making everyone as fully fledged as I would have as a child locked up in my bedroom playing with the stuffies without anyone else to assist the cotton candy bunny trying to convince jelly bean puppy and cherry soda puppy that they needed to maim the pink horse.)

I meant to respond to this and then I forgor. I'm trying to give my Webkinz more personality now as an adult, and it is a struggle even though I still have them all. I probably give my Webkinz 1000x more love and appreciation as an adult then I did as a kid, online game included. As a child, I played with my Webkinz plushes here and there, but I never developed strong personalities or storylines for them, or any of my plushes for that matter. I had many unnamed stuffed animals. All of my brain power for that got dedicated to my Littlest Pet Shop toys in a similar way to your Webkinz, albeit in a less violent way.

I had over 80 LPS animals and I used to remember all of their names, and most of them had personalities, some had jobs, adopted kids, had their own wallets and handmade cash, storage spaces rented under their names, and some had entire families and marriages. They would go through things like lawsuits, divorce, opening a family business, putting on plays, and so on. I think the absolute peak of their lore was when the king of the kingdom, King Fluffy the Hamster, divorced Queen Booker the Scottish terrier (owned by my sister) when my sister moved out of my bedroom into her own. He then remarried a supermodel cat named Princess. This made my younger sister unreasonably angry.

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Have you made any changes to the tribe? P.s. love your blog

They're still a work in process as I wanted to be sure I'm thorough in my research and understanding to fix the issues presented in the books regarding the portrayal of The Tribe of Rushing Water. Arguably they are just going to be a separate group entirely, however I am preserving their general """existence""" specifically in regards to Lark's story, Feathertail, and Brook.

Still playing with their name, but I'm considering calling them simply The Cats of the Twelve Pillars, in reference to the mountain points that surround their territory. I think no matter what, using Tribe in the name will illicit the thought of Native American culture, which I do not want. They should simply be another group of cats. I'll take suggestions but again, still brainstorming.

Stoneteller has nine lives now.

Jayfeather has no involvement in "deciding" their new leader, nor are any of the clan cats reincarnations of ancient tribe cats for that matter. But yes, the mountain cats are capable of handling their own political affairs without needing the clan cats.

The "silver cat savior" prophecy is reworked, and rather than the clan cats being presented as saviors for the tribe, Stoneteller simply receives a message foretelling their travels and to grant them safe passage. Feathertail dying fighting off Sharptooth is not a prophecy nor destiny, but truly a sacrifice that involved Feathertail being the kind and earnest person she was. She'd die protecting any body of cats, clan cat or not. The mountain cats honor her because she helped them in warding off this danger, but she is no deity, nor is Stormfur confused for one.

Brook and Stormfur are still a couple, but it's just two cats who fall in love. By removal of the savior prophecy, my hope too was to remove the feeling of Stormfur being presented as a "white savior" who falls in love with "tribal woman" Brook.

The group is equal to the Clans. Clan cats do specialize in battle culture and thus their fighting skills and tactics are better developed, but the Mountain Cats have better hunting and mediation skills. They're capable of taking down large birds of prey, something truly clan cats cannot do. The Mountain Cats are shocked at the idea an owl carried off a full grown clan cat.

Mountain cats aren't complete fucking assholes who can't ask for help ever and literally kick out people who merely suggest a differing opinion. Unless Stoneteller was corrupt, that shouldn't be the culture.

No, Jayfeather also didn't found the group, create democracy, create prophecies, none of that. No time travel or historical interference from him, nor anyone.

Mountain Cats matters are decided via voting. Stoneteller's duty as leader is more of an advisor and caretaker to the people. Unlike clan leaders who have a sense of final say in clan culture, Stoneteller is simply guidance, and the group's matters are decided via the casting of stones by all members of the group who are of age.

Additional Rank added - Advisors. There are three of them at a time - one being the Head Guard, one being the Head Prey-Hunter, and finally one being the Head Caregiver. They are appointed through voting by their respective groups and are more of the political leaders of the Tribe, communicating change and speaking for the people to the Stoneteller as they work together to make decisions.

Additional Rank added - Caregivers. Cats who decide to focus on caring for their clanmates and learn medicine, as well as tend to the young, mothers, and elderly.

Naming is changed - Kits go unnamed beyond fond nicknames and identifiers from their parents until they are old enough to begin their training. It is here they receive their first trial, and explore the mountain territories. Upon the completion of this escapade and absorbing all they learned their first day, the unnamed cat declares their own name. For example, Brook was affectionately called Grays for her distinct gray eyes. She chose her own name of Brook after witnessing the beautiful wear the water erosion made, marking their territory like claw marks of history.

Mother does not name kit after "the first thing she sees".

It's a work in progress, and while there are facets of the Warrior Cats series that are eyebrow raising, I do not intend to remove the use of Clan, or change the naming system for the main clans for instance. I will be changing Medicine Cat to either Medic or Mender - though that class will eventually be divided later into the Healer and Seer roles.

I'm happy to answer more questions, and most of all wish to be educated if I do miss certain things I did not discuss here. Thank you for your understanding :)