#warriors maps got me into animation

[vuelode-irbis]

Been wanting to draw some fanart for Poor George MAP since it's my favorite one, and because it was its anniversary recently, I finally did it :>

ID: A digital drawing in two panels with characters from Warriors. In the panel above, there's Yellowfang watching Brokenkit play with a moss ball, she looks endearingly at the little kit; they're in a green environment and plants surround them. In the panel below, Yellowfang is in the same possition, looking down at an adult Brokenstar at her feet, already dead, she looks sorrowful. Fireheart is by her side, looking at her with compassion. They're at ThunderClan's medicine den.

[muppetable]

guys-

as i'm sure you may know by my sideblog @coyotix, i am a warrior cats kid. mainly for the animation yknow i like drawing animals and it helps develop my art style, but it won't stop me from getting involved in the characters and (occasionally good) plotlines. au animatic are fun too.

well you see the problem with being in such a large animation community is that almost every idea has been done before so originality is really tough to pin down. so many times i have gotten a fantastic idea for an animation only to find that like six people have done it already. like it won't stop me from doing it but then i don't feel as original abt it yknow? not a self deprecating thing, it's just a bit disappointing?? if that makes sense??

so it's currently 2:18 am and im listening to music, and chant from hadestown started playing and OH MY GOD i had a fantastic idea for a map with the song, using stories and characters from the broken code arc!! and i was immediately disappointed with myself because it's a well known song and a well known story, so naturally, someone has done it already.

NOBODY HAS DONE IT.

I FOUND A WELL KNOWN SONG WITHIN THE ANIMATION COMMUNITY AND A WELL KNOWN PLOTLINE WITHIN THE WC COMMUNITY.

AND THEY HAVE NOT YET BEEN COMBINED.

I FEEL SO FUCKING POWERFUL.

TAKE SOME CONCEPT ART

[weaselishmcdiesel]

Hey warrior cats maps fuck. Like that side of YouTube is why I got into art at all.

listen man i wouldnt be able to recognize a song as a warrior map song if i hadnt already sold my soul to the warriors fandom long ago ^_^ every time i hear the song blame by air traffic controller i have to hold back tears

[lionblaze03-2]

holy shit guys. My YouTube is ten years old now. I’ve been posting about these fucking cats for ten goddamn years straight. That’s HALF OF MY ENTIRE LIFE. I’ve spent half of my entire life on that god forsaken platform making videos about fucking kitty cats killing each other. And you know what? I wouldn’t have it any other way 💖happy ten years me you did it. Still out there creating, always will. It’s been a crazy ten years. Here’s to ten more!

[girlashfur]

fuck it. warriors ask game except the questions are all weird and niche as hell

👴 : fav elder?

❓️ : fav total background character (im not talking minor characters like say. whitewing or moonlight, i mean cats with like...3 lines tops)

📖 : fav comic page from any of the mangas and why

👶 : how old were you when you first touched a warriors book? howd it happen

💢 : what scene made you the most irrationally angry upon first reading

💧 : how many times have you cried over this wretched book series? any favorite memories

💋 : is there any ships out there you absolutely hate for genuinely no good reason at all. like its not problematic in the slightest, if anything it's one of the better ones, you just cannot bring yourself to enjoy it

🐾 : have you ever named a cat after a warriors character OR given a cat a warriors styled name? if so, tell us the story

1️⃣ : was warriors your first animal based fantasy series? if not, what series was?

👑 : when roleplaying (if you ever have roleplayed warrior cats), did you used to power play? be honest.

🗺 : first map you ever watched?

🖼 : first amv/pmv you ever watched?

🖌 : when did you make your first warriors oc? (if you say you've never had OCs, i dont believe you)

📝 : if commanded to, without warning, approximately how many paragraphs could you write about your favorite warrior cat before you ran out of things to say

💔 : have you ever lost friends over warriors related topics?

🌈 : what's the most 2010s wcforum era esque fandom opinion you still hold onto and will fight people over (things like scourges collar color, dovewings eye color, etc)

🆕️ : are you still up to date / reading the new books? if not, when did you stop?

📱 : were you ever on warriors amino? (if you were, i'm terribly sorry)

🏠 : about how much do your family know about warrior cats, if anything?

🎶 : give me a song you're surprised you haven't seen turned into a warriors pmv yet - and what character(s) you imagine it to

🎥 : fav warriors related youtuber?

❎️ : what's the weirdest crossover au involving warrior cats that you've made? (if you haven't made any, then what's the weirdest one you've seen?)

🗳 : if you could make any cat leader of any clan right now, who would you pick?

🌟 : would you hypothetically go to starclan or the dark forest?

🤔 : what's the biggest series plothole that's bugged you?

😱 : how many people have you blocked over innocuous, not at all important warriors related takes?

☯️ : what dynamic between two cats has got you up at night pacing for hours? (romantic, platonic, familial, etc)

🌫 : what's a cat you genuinely forgot existed until recently?

[shiny-jr]

I know you probably don't want to talk about this anymore, but I'm still really curious. Genshin Natlan characters have been revealed, and I want to know your opinion

Taking a long sigh. The fact that you seem hesitant to ask this means you probably have an idea of what my response would be like. Just so I don't have to end up making multiple posts about this topic, I'm gonna try to include everything here. If I forget something and someone asks later, I might be willing to address it.

So, heads up. This is a long rant. Shiny rants. Disclaimer, I am Mexican-American, so I believe I have some say on some of the cultures involved in this fiasco. Some of them, not all. That being said, I'll try to handle the others with as much respect as possible, but forgive me if I make a mistake somewhere.

I stopped playing genshin when Sumeru was announced. Despite me not having any affiliation with the cultures represented by Sumeru, I remember being livid as some of y'all might recall. So, let's start off with:

THE AMALGAMATION OF CULTURES. This meaning how very weird it is that somehow the european/east asian cultures get their own distinct nation dedicated to one sole peoples while brown/black cultures get meshed into one unrecognizable figure. Mondstadt is based off Germany, Liyue is based off China, Inazuma is based off Japan, Fontaine is based off France. On the other hand, Sumeru is a mix of south asia, the middle east, and north africa while Natlan takes that a step further by involving Incan, Mayan, Maori, Yoruban, and Hopi cultures (of what we know so far).

Why are all these other nations so carefully crafted and picked, but it feels as if for Natlan and Sumeru, the developers put up a map and grabbed some darts, then decided to use whatever culture wherever a handful of darts landed on the board? In the way they're handling it, it feels like these cultures are nothing but an accessory to them. An excuse to make these "exotic" looking characters, but not even make them properly due to the horrible designs and lack of melanin (these are two topics I will come back to).

It feels like they got lazy, and/or they clearly don't care enough to do in depth research properly as they might've done with past nations. The best example I've seen of this is Yunjin and Ororon. Yunjin is a beautiful example of a character done right and respectfully, as she is meant to be a Chinese opera singer. They even went so far as to hire an actual Chinese opera singer for a song she performs in-game. However, Ororon takes the name of "Olorun" which is a Yoruban deity, but when you look at this character's design, there is nothing that would even hint towards the fact that he's meant to be African.

This brings me to the second part, CULTURE AS COSTUMES. As mentioned previously, nothing about this Ororon character portrays the fact that he's meant to be African. NOTHING. If you do not know what he looks like, the character named after a Yoruban god is quite literally just a pale anime boy in edgy clothing and has some type of dog/cat/animal ears. I am not joking. That is what he looks like. If you don't believe me, look it up.

Do you know what the saddest part about all this is? It's the fact that I guarantee you, sometime in the future when Ororon appears in-game, gets his own quest, then his own banner, all that jazz, the chances of images of him appearing when you look up Olorun are high. In fact, when Sumeru was announced, I vividly remember doing research on the characters there were announced, such as Al-Haitham. When you looked up the name Al-Haitham then, google showed an Islamic astronomer. However, if you look up the name now, you immediately get builds and character guides and art of genshin's Al-Haitham, which is horrible when you really think about it. Because the same thing happened to Dehya (a Berber warrior queen), and it's about to happen to Kachina (Hopi spirits), Kinich (Mayan Sun God), Mualani (a princess of Hawaii), etc.

When you look at these characters, Natlan and Sumeru included, most of their designs don't even look as if they're portraying a culture. For now, I'll focus on Natlan.

Kinich is supposed to be Mayan, however, nothing about his design is giving Latino or indigenous Mayan. As a Mexican, I should be able to look at him and say, 'hey, he looks kinda like me or my cousins! Oh, I recognize those patterns, or that type of footwear/shirt/pants/headwear.' SOMETHING to that degree, but if you had shown me him and I didn't know, I would have never guessed.

Another infuriating design is Murata, the pyro archon. Tell me why does she look like a futuristic biker girl instead of a Maori/Polynesian warrior? The level of disrespect, ESPECIALLY because according to what I've gathered, her name is based off an actual entity/deity.

Time to point out the obvious, and I'm gonna say it but WHY ARE THEY WHITE? Yes, I know the argument about how not everyone from latino/arab cultures is brown, I know. But not everyone is white either, so please, get over it. If the entirety of Fontaine can be white because they're French, by that same logic, wouldn't it makes sense to make the entirety of Natlan brown/black because they're indigenous/african?

It lies well within hoyo's abilities to include colored characters. They have millions of dollars and they say they want a global audience, they just don't do it because there is major colorism there. Saying "but they're a Chinese company!" is no excuse either, because then that would be automatically classifying them as ignorant of anything outside of China when they clearly are not if they utilize strong elements of hip-hop and jazz (both with origins in African American communities) in their other games, want to pick these cultures like accessories on a shelf, and make brown/black npc enemies with locs and other poc features. I won't immediately jump to blaming the designers either, because it's probably that they have tried presenting ideas that do actually cater to the wider audience and poc people, but they were most likely turned down by higher-ups.

Anyways, I've been typing this for a while now and my mind is blanking. I'm sure I had more to say but I currently cannot remember it. I'm glad people are FINALLY speaking out against this, it's about time and actually late because the outrage around this should've happened back in Sumeru but better late than never.

If you don't agree with me or my takes on this, don't even bother trying to look for a response because I'm not gonna argue about this. That's about it for now though.

[persefolli]

Hi! I just wanted to know if you do requests, if you do, i have an idea like, apart of the 'jake sully x reader x tonowari' fics where the reader misses their home and ask both of their mates if they can visit the readers clan,and they learn all about it and fall inlove with reader even more? but if you don't do requests its okay!

𝐀/𝐧: 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤. 𝐈 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚. 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐨.

𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫-𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Tonowari?” You peeked into the marui pod and spotted your lover hunched over a table, looking over  a map. Your lover looked up at you and smiled softly, scooting the map aside.

“Y/n. Everything alright?” He walked over and grabbed your bicep, softly squeezing the muscle. You pondered a bit, looking down bashfully as he towered over you. “I wanna go home. Just for a little bit.” You said silently.

Tonowari bowed his head, and used his finger to tilt your head upwards. “I just-, I-, I love it here Wari. I love the beach and the people. But I miss my Mama. I miss ma Huwe’iti. I just wanna visit is all.” You searched his eyes, hoping to find some understanding in them.

“I believe I am not familiar with the Hulanta clan.” Tonowari nodded off. “I’ll come with you. Meet the people who helped raise my beautiful wife.” You smiled brightly, and threw yourself into Tonowari, hugging him tightly.

Tonowari made preparations through the week to leave a warrior in charge while he was gone. The two of you packed a few essentials and began suiting up your ikran’s. “Toruk?” You looked up, watching the large, orange creature land meters away with Jake on top.

“Didn’t think you were leaving without me did you?” He slid off of his mantle and made his way over to you. 

“Jake!” You leaned into him and gave him a hug. “Had I known I would’ve asked you first. You said you never wanted to return to the forest.”

“That was before I met you.” He grabbed your cheeks and pressed a kiss on your lips. 

“Well. Get ready. My mom is pretty….nosey.”

---

The trip to the wetlands lasted 3-4 days before the three of you finally began seeing the outskirts of the village. “HEEEYAH! YAH! YAH!” You chanted loudly, throwing your arm in the air. On the ground, clan members chanted back. Jake and Tonowari exchanged looks, having never seen you this excited before. As you guys got closer to the ground, the bass of large drums echoed through the land, signaling everyone that their princess had returned home. 

You landed first, sliding off your ikran, and plucking your fingers towards the clan members. “I see you. I see you all.” You smiled brightly. The clan members looked alarmed seeing Toruk land in the distance, then Tonowari.

As your two lovers came forward, the clan members mumbled alongside themselves. “Y/n?” Your mother weaved around the crowd, wearing a large headdress and neck rings. “My sweet baby Y/n!” She squealed. The two of you ran in each other's arms and embraced each other, causing the clan members to cheer as their Tsahik reunited with her daughter. Your mother patted your face, pressing kisses on your cheeks and forehead. “How have you been? I hope you haven’t been living like a wild animal.”

“No Ma.” You chuckled. “I went to the reef. And I met two amazing men. Got married-”

“TWO?! GOT MARRIED!”

“Two.” You confirmed.

Tonowari and Jake emerged from the crowd, standing beside you, bowing and plucking their fingers at your mother. “I see you Angriu.” Both your lovers said very quietly. Your mother pushed you aside, walking up to the two na’vi men, and sizing them up. “Metkayina.” She said. “You are a warrior. Yes?”

Tonowari nodded, “I am Tonowari. Olo’eyktan of the Metkayina clan.”  Your mother gasped, looking back at you. “Olo’eyktan?” She mouthed. You nodded. “And this one…” She looked at Jake. She smacked his bicep, and grazed her finger on his knuckles. “I don’t know what you are.”

“I was…born a Sky person…then I became a na’vi…Omaticaya clan.” 

Your mother nodded. “Are you a warrior?”

“Toruk.Makto.” You smiled, nodding and relishing the impressed gasps the clan member emitted. 

“You leave home, and come back married to an Olo’eyktan, and Toruk Makto?” Angriu walked back up to you. She smiled brightly. “I wouldn’t have my daughter settle for anything less.”

The crowd burst into cheers, and the three of you were escorted to your old home that you shared with your mother. The homes here were similar to those in Awa’atlu. Just mere feet off the ground with random water banks scattered around. Both Jake and Tonowari sat silent. You could tell they were nervous, but you knew your mama, and you knew she already liked them. 

“Jake Sully.” Your mother turned around and looked at him. “I heard about you.” 

“Y-You did.”

“Yes. Eywa has told me about you. How you led the clans to victory.”

“I certainly tried my best.” He nervously chuckled.

You weaved around and looked around the common room, smiling at the old drawings and dream catchers on the walls. Angriu walked behind you,  placing her chin on your shoulder. “I left your room the same. I've missed you so much, sweet pea.”

“Jake, Wari come see my room.” You did a cartwheel down the hallway, a tradition curated by you. Jake and Tonowari entered your old room, looking at the leaves and dried plants you had stuck to your room.

“What's that?” Jake pointed to a figure in your bed. You gasped, seeing the makeshift bed boyfriend you made with a blanket and a coconut head. “Nothing!” You kicked the figure down,  knocking the coconut with a drawn on face to the ground. The both of them laughed.

Your mother walked in, clearing her throat. “Y/n will sleep in her room.  I have prepared a room for the two of you. No funny business.”

“Mom!” You stomped, getting slightly embarrassed. Tonowari and Jake smiled softly, amused at you and your mothers dynamic. As the trip was long, and the three of you were tired, you retreated to your pods, and went to sleep. 

---

The next morning, you took them to the real marshes, where all types of bugs and beetles swirled around. “I’m going to introduce you to Huwe’iti.”

“Who way eat he?” You splashed some water on Jake, causing him to spit and wipe his mouth of the moss that got on his face. “Huwe’iti. She’s my Srakat.” 

Tonowari crouched on the edge of the bank, swirling his fingers in the moss. The water began trilling one way, and the both of them stood up. “No. Y/n. Nope! I don’t do that.” Jake hopped out the water. “Jake she doesn’t bite.”

“You know what they call those on earth? Crocodiles. And those bad boys bite!”

Your Srakat swam around you, nuzzling it’s head into your stomach as you pet her back. “Huwe’iti doesn’t bite unless I say to bite. Now come here.”

The two na’vi men exchanged a look before walking into the water. “Huwe’iti, Huwe’iti. Meet Wari and Jake.” The creature trilled, dipping into the water and swimming around the two. Jake stood timid while Tonowari looked fascinated. “How long did it take you to bond with her?” Tonowari asked. “We were practically born together.” You responded, resting your hand on the water. 

“For you two it may take weeks.”

Jake scoffed and crossed his arms. “Not to brag, but I trained my Ikran in minutes, Toruk in a day, and Skimwing in 3 months. This thing? Has nothing on me.”

You looked at Tonowari, and he looked back. The two of you shared a smile before looking towards Jake. “Well if that's the case, let's get you started.” You led Jake to the outlands, where most of the Skrats inhabited. 

Jake lost his mind.

He screamed, seeing the different shapes and sizes of skrats, some of them even bigger than Toruk. You and Tonowari hunched over laughing, watching him attempt to hop through the water to find some land to stand on. 

“THEY’RE MORE SCARED OF YOU THAN YOU ARE OF THEM. JAKE STOP JUMPING!” You heaved. 

“SCARED ANIMALS DON’T CHASE YOU!”

It took a while for Jake to calm down, but he eventually took a liking to a single blue striped skrat. “She will remember your face.” You told him. “We don’t have time this visit, but you can make the bond another time.”

Jake pet the skrat, tilting his head and looking it in his eye. “So that means she’ll wait?”

“Yes. Until or unless you bond with another, think of her as a reserved mate for you.” 

 ---

Dinner time came around, and similarly to the other clans, it was a group led dinner. You sat next to your lovers, scarfing down the signature dish of the clan. “Y/n?” Tonowari spoke up. “Where is the Olo’eyktan?”

You smiled. “My mama is Tsahik and Olo’eyktan. We don’t follow the customs of other clans. We are a woman led clan.” 

Tonowari nodded, “So, when your mother is finished with her duties you will become Olo’eyktan.”

“The title is still open to me but….I wanna be your Tsahik.” You said lowly. Tonowaris eyes fell on you, and he placed his hand on your knee, squeezing. “You say the words and you will be running the clan right alongside me.” 

You turned and began to lean up to him, but the  drums began playing. “Wari!” You gasped, dropping your bowl to the ground. You stood, along with some other clan members. 

“Jake! Wari!” You called out to them. They looked around seeing other na’vi standing and some coming out of their homes. “Dance with me.” You said as you began twirling,  sinking deeper into the crowd. Jake bobbed his head and bounced along to the beat while Tonowari smiled brightly watching you get distracted and dance with the group.  

You turned and grabbed Tonowari first, shimming in his face and trying to get him to break out of the bubble he put himself in. Tonowari grabbed your hands and the two of you rocked your arms back and forth, jumping high as he stood still laughing.

---

You and Tonowari scooted between some na’vi women, taking a seat in the circle the members had made. Weaving classes. You had done it a lot growing up, but even with weaving in his clan, Tonowari had no idea how to do it. “Everyone wrap your grass in a circle, make sure to poke your needle through so it’ll stick together.” 

You held the needle between your teeth as you began to make your own coil out of the grass. Tonowari looked around, before rolling the grass flat in a circle. You looked over and chuckled. “Twist and wrap Wari.” You motioned with your hands, and he followed, creating a very, very small base for the basket. 

“Push the needle through the middle of the grass and make a hole for the piece you're gonna weave through.”

You leaned into Tonowari, showing him how to push the needle through without ripping the grass, then taking another piece and pulling it through that hole. “Your turn.”

You watched as he mimicked your actions with wobbly hands, and furrowed eyebrows. Internally you cooed, seeing how serious he was taking this. The lot of you started to finish up your baskets, chatting along the way. 

“Done.” He held up his lopsided basket,  which realistically would never be used by anyone, but the fact it was made by Tonowari made you gush.

“It's so cute!” You grabbed the basket and held it up.

“If you start seeing your Olo’eyktan making baskets don't get mad I'm stealing your fire.” Tonowari held his hands up, laughing at his own joke.

---

The weekend came to a close, and it was now time for the three of you to leave. You held your mother in your arms,  taking in her scent before you departed. “I'm gonna miss you so much mommy.” You cooed.

“I'll miss you more my sweet pea. You have two big strong men taking care of you, I trust you're in good hands.”  

The two of you giggled,  finally breaking the hug. You walked and hopped on your ikran, looking down at the Hulanata clan. “Next time the three of you come back I expect 2 or more grand babies!”

“MOM!” You yelled as both Tonowari and Jake laughed out loud.  

“HEEEYAH! YAH! YAH!” You hooted, finally announcing your departure. 

---

Hours into the trip, you heard Jake let out a deep sigh. “Y/N?”

“Yes dear?” You looked down at him and Toruk. 

“Would it be so bad if we turned around?”

[inkofthebrain]

Of The Trees (1)

[Mizu x masc!foreign!swordswoman!reader]

Tags: first-person, follows canon(ish), classic Edo era xenophobia, slight violence, blood (literally once), mentions of captivity, They/He/She pronouns for Mizu (progresses through story just trust)

Word count: 1,050

AN: I got a few requests that had similar vibes so I just combined them. Felt like doing first-person for funzies? Let’s see how it goes… I was giggiling and kicking my feet thinking about this.

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Hidden deep in the trees away from the buzz of civilization there were rumors among the locals of a wakizashi*-weiilding demon. A foreigner living high in the trees, attacking unexpexting travelers. Those brave enough would attempt to kill the horrid thing, yet none ever returned from the depths of trees. Tales of its brutality merged into the existence of life and death.

In that transition I find myself, laying on the thick bark. My journey thus far has been nothing but cruel. Stolen off the streets to be kept as entertainment for a benevolent smuggler known as Fowler. Years spent studying his warriors, earning his trust, sneaking into his office to look at maps. Plotting. Plotting my escape. Years spent traversing the harsh uninhabited nature, far from people. Time spent hunting animals and robbing men who were sent after me for weapons and clothes. I know what the locals think of me, I know they want me dead. A life of seclusion has been the only option.

Sitting close to the trail, waiting for a carriage of supplies to pass hoping to swipe the essentials, my chest slowly rises and falls as I find a moment of relaxation in the harsh Japanese winter. The snap of a branch pulls me into focus as I sit up, hand on my blade, looking into the path. I see a figure, staring up past the branches and into my eyes. Stabilizing myself on the trunk I stand up, jumping to a neighboring tree. The figures gaze follows, switching to the hand gripping the hilt at my side. Examining every detail, every movement. Suddenly they move their hand to unsheathe their blade and I spring forward, tackling them. Subsequently this knocks off their glasses and wide brimmed hat.

As our bodies hit the frozen ground, my blade pinning them to the slush by their neck, a small gasp leaves my body as our eyes meet. Piercing blue eyes look back at me in an almost unnerving way. Holding no emotion, just waiting. Watching. For the first time they blink. The moment has been interrupted, the stare broken for a brief moment. They don’t move at all, they don’t even try to fight you.

They stare down at the blade pressed against their neck and simply takes a breath. The next couple of seconds are spent in complete silence, just eyes looking into eyes. Fear, anger, confusion. All running through my body, burning with adrenaline. The silence is soon broken by a velvety smooth voice.

“You know how to use that sword” They mutter. This comments pulls me back into reality as I kick their katana out for reach and press my blade slightly harder into their neck, scowling at them.

“Then I assume you have killed before?” They speak again, still looking into my eyes.

“I’ll do it again” I say, my voice hoarse from silence.

“I believe that much” They state.

“Who sent you? The Fangs? Shindo?” I demand, bending down closer to their face, slightly applying more pressure to my blade, a thin trail of blood comes from where blade meets skin. The stranger pauses, still staring intently into my eyes as a quick flash of confusion crosses their face.

“I was sent by no one. I am simply passing through, now may I ask you a question?”

I glare at them in response. Staying silent, I glande down at my blade pondering if I’d be better off just killing them now.

“I asked you a question” The voice comes again, sending shocks down your spine. Its smoothness juxtaposing the harsh air. “You did not answer it, let me ask again: May I ask you something?”

I let out a scoff of annoyance, aggravated by their formality.

“Yes but then you must leave and tell no one of me” I say blandly.

They finally has an expression: a slight almost imperceptible frown. It disappears just as fast and the figure simply shrugs their shoulders and nods at me.

“Very well then. I do not care about anyone else enough to speak of this.” She pauses, her eyes have me transfixed, such a beautiful blue. “May you please pull your blade away, this situation is quite uncomfortable.”

I let out a groan as I come to my feet, keeping my blade pointed at their figure.

“Ask your damn question” I snarl, annoyance lacing every letter.

They finally shows a small bit of emotion, but it is nothing more than a small smirk, voice becoming slightly more sarcastic and teasing.

"Such language.” They sigh, “It does not suit you."

“Leave now or I will kill you” I say, tightening my grip on my blade. This time her smirk completely fades into cold apathy and her voice becomes cold and emotionless again.

“You would have done so already, I’ve heard about you. The devil in the trees. Lurking, seeking its revenge on those who brought it to Japan.” She says slowly, inspecting my reaction. My face is still, yet internally my mind is on fire. Questioning how this stranger knew this, how they found me,

“What do you want” I say.

They let out a small hum before speaking, “Information. That of which I know you have” They start.

“Why should I help you?” I question angrily.

“Madam Kaji told me of you, of Fowler. I must find him.” They state. My lips pull into a line at the mention of the brothel owner. We talked countless times while she serviced Fowler, showing me great compassion as I told her of my life under his control. She had helped me plan my escape, providing a safe landing place as long as I was never seen my customers. My eyes leave their gaze as I glance at the ground, taking a breath.

“Why are you looking for Fowler” I ask, shocked at her statement.

“I’m going to kill him.” They say in an emotionless tone, the voice of one that has killed before. My arm falls to my side, lowering my blade. I meet their blue eyes once more.

“Fine.” I pause. A look of approval flashes across their face. “On my terms only.” I say

“And what are those?” The stranger asks, slightly cocking their head to the side.

“I get to help”

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| Wakizashi (a short sword)

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AN: IM SORRYYY, I’m splitting it up into two (maybe more, might make it a series…) parts! Hope you guys enjoyed. Smooches and love.

[pinazee]

First season wrap up:

Okay, to start, i should mention my general opinion on first seasons for shows, especially cable shows, is not to read too much of it as canon. The writers, producers, actors- everyone- are all trying to figure out what works and what doesn’t, so i give them latitude, particularly when it conflicts with later seasons. That being said, i do enjoy jumping through the hoops to make it all fit haha

So heres a few leftover notes i had as i revisited the eps to rank them:

I bet part of Lassie was craving the father figure in Henry, since we find out later his own father passed away when he was quite young. I wonder if thats part of the reason why he became a cop, as they are portrayed as the protectors and in the 80’s they were mainly men (i don’t really remember if he states his reason later, i suspect he did and im just not remembering). So when Henry didn’t meet up to the expectation he had in his mind, i bet it hurt a little more as it reminded him of what he lost :/

I think the other reason Shawn plays dumb so much, besides hiding his genius so ppl believe hes psychic, or for laughs, is because its how he gets people talking. Like in Shawn vs. the red phantom, he purposely guessed the wrong room number so the boys would correct him. My apologies if someones pointed this out before, i haven’t combed through the internet for everyone’s theories 😬 i only now noticed. I’m not the quickest at picking these things up lol

If i had to guess, Shawn didn’t want to be a cop for halloween, he probably wanted to be something star wars related to go with Gus’s Lando. So i wonder at what age Shawn stopped trying to please his dad. But also, why didn’t his mother ever stand up for him?? I’ll come back to her later -_-

I somehow missed it the first time, but shawn clearly asked Gus to come to the dinner and Gus even points out that it was a big deal for henry to reach out. Soo, yeah, shawn obviously didn’t wanna be alone with his dad, and even henry seemed nervous about it as hes pretty drunk.

Shawn has a right to be afraid of pointy things, his dad hid his easter eggs under glass when he was 6! Not to mention he later gets stabbed 3 times! (Also its just a legitimate fear???)

So far the list of Shawns knowledge (things i wouldn’t expect an average person to know) includes (beyond the obvious observational skills, deductive reasoning, reading people (poker), and all things police (marksmanship, police codes, etc.)):

Incredible spatial and physical reasoning skills (knowing how much money could fit in the duffle bag, knowing to rotate the water pitcher to catch the reflection from the tv)

Kurt Vonnegut (well, I didn’t know who he was at least)

How to spell aggiornamento (and probably all words because of his photographic memory)

Handwriting expert

Casually spoke and understood german

Has every road he’s driven mapped in his brain, and likely all of Santa Barbara

Familiar with paint (enough to know to mix latex enamel for no messy drips)

Animal tracks (i went back and forth on this but ultimately decided he must have known what to look for)

And heres a list of Gus’s niche interests:

Forensics

Spelling bee

Safe cracking

Historic rifles

Comic books

Astronomy (even though he was going to the planetarium for the girl)

Law

Local tennis

Online poker

Lastly, Ive decided instead of ranking them, im putting them in tiers. I feel like too many of them are hitting at the same level and I can’t differentiate:

Sweetest, Juiciest Golden Pineapple Tier

Scary Sherry, Biancas toast (ohmygod i just got the biancas toast 🤦🏽‍♀️)

Blue Psych Logo Tier

Weekend warriors

Forget me not

From the earth to starbucks

Poker? I hardly know her! (Sorry @pineapple-psychic!)

Pepto Bismo Pink Tier

Spelling bee

Pilot

She loves me, she loves me not, she loves me oops hes dead

Who ya gonna call?

Shawn vs the red phantom

Oops Canadian Flag Tier

Cloudy with a chance of murder

9 lives

Game set muuurder

Speak now or forever hold your piece

Woman seeking dead husband, smokers okay, no pets

[seashelldom]

— TARDY ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

Volume Two !

pairing: ao'nung x omaticaya na'vi fem!reader

genre: cursing, SFW

synopsis: After the attack at the center of the tents you and your family were living at, you deciphered where your loved ones could be. The Metkayina tribes. But without a map or compass, how would you get there? Would Ma'yna, your ikran, find the way to the islands and hopefully your family?

wc: 1.2k

a/n: in this series, there will be a narrator to explain some info, the text will look like this.

for example:

"The cat ran away."

I was rummaging through some dusty boxes that my father had kept in case of emergency. I found some supplies and a gun. It was plenty enough to supply me for the journey ahead, even if I had no idea where I was going to go. These things, yes I needed but I needed a map at most. Then I found it. My key out of here.

On the other hand, the Sully family were all worried, especially Neytiri. "We looked in the forest, she must've gone back looking for us!!!", yelled Neytiri in Na'vi as she paced around. "She could already be dead right now!" Tears constantly running down her face as she cried to suffocate her pain. All of them were on some unknown land they had landed on to collect everything that had just happened.

Now I know you're probably asking yourself this. What the hell happened? Why did they leave Y/N all alone? The truth was after hopping on their banshees, Kiri had told your parents that you went hunting for some food to accompany the long journey.

After they heard this, they went to the forest, and later to a spot where hunting was done. It was where the animals had grazed. They looked all over and were about to continue when they heard more sky people searching in a more vast area, where they were searching.

Then they were forced to flee. I mean what were they gonna do? Risk getting the kids beside them get killed? Back to the point, their plan was to leave for a day or so and come back to look for you, until they suspected the sky people had moved on.

Anyways back to the plot.

"I know but we have to stay calm.", said Jake in a tranquil but still very panicky voice. "We'll go look for her tomorrow." Silence spread the atmosphere and there was a depressing mood. Until there was a noise. Beeping and beeping and beeping. To their sudden realization Kiri blurted out, "It's Y/N, check the throat mic !!". "Helloo!! Hello?!" Everyone sighed with relief before Neytiri jumped at the microphone asking me a billion questions. "Are you ok?! Where are you?!"

I answered all of them calming down my family. The conversation then led to the journey to the Metkayina tribes. I told my family to head there first because they had already flown very far and it was only to protect the people from further damage. Everyone was shaky about the idea but what other choice was there? Of course, I could not fly there without directions so my father described where to go and what to look for when going there. Whether to take a turn over at the mountains or to head east or west. And there it was. The plan was set. I was to journey to the Metkayina islands on my own.

I tightly wrapped the throat mic around my neck, so I could keep in touch with my family and went to go pack. All the necessities were already available like food and water. I just needed to pack my personal belongings. The knife my mother gifted me along with the set of beads and warrior loincloth that could quote on quote "make any man faint". I wore them both as a symbol of pride and confidence.

"Dang he sounds like a bitch.", I muttered. "He is, after we got into that fight he started picking on us even more", said Lo'ak. I was just thinking about how this guy looked or how he acted in person. "What was his name again?", I asked with a deeper tone. "Ao'nung." Ao'nung. "Can't wait to beat his ass.", I said in a smug foxy tone. "But, regardless, I'm almost there." "Can't wait." (Lo'ak!! Come on, bed!) "Looks like it's eclipse, I'll see you tomorrow, brother.", I stated. "Good night."

"Good night." I looked up to the stars quickly drifting away into my peaceful slumber. Falling asleep on the sand with Ma'yna using my bag as a pillow, on a small island. Poke. Poke. Poke. "AHH." "WHO THE HELL IS POKING ME !" Once I had gotten up from my undisturbed sleep it was morning and I saw something slither into the water. I quickly hid behind Ma'yna, shielding myself from whatever was in the water. It had eyes that could kill. And hair? Whatever it was I wasn't having it. I picked up my gun and pointed it straight at it. Then it plopped in the ocean and I'm guessing swam away.

"Weird."

You quickly settled down Ma'yna on the sand as a crowd formed around you. Mere seconds after you saw something similar, that it in the water. Not exactly but it's hair? That was strange. The boy seemed to be looking you up and down, checking you out. You smugly smirked back at him while tightly wrapping Ma'yna's saddle rope onto a wooden pole.

He started walking up closer until it was eye to eye. "Like what you see?", I said foxily. Guess that loincloth came in handy. The boy suddenly widened his eyes and scoffed awkwardly, like he had nothing to say because he hadn't expected my remark. Then he backed away, without talking. Before I said anything else I noticed familiar faces, my family. They all rushed to me, each one tightly hugging me and squeezing the air out of me. Then I saw Tuk crying, she was overfilled with so much joy she didn't know how to express it. I scooped her and hugged her tightly. "I'm here now, Tuktirey, it's okay."

Shortly after Tonowari and Ronal entered with their banshee-looking beasts. Then my father introduced me, "This is Y/N, my daughter, she didn't come with us because of some difficulties along the journey, but she's here now." Tonowari and my father were both conversing and the crowd began to lessen. But, that boy was still there, eyeing me and exchanging scoffs and grins with his friends. I wished I could listen to what they were saying although I did catch one word. Freak. Then it hit me, that boy was Ao'nung. I figured it out because Kiri had mentioned all their antics and comments they would make. Freak being one of them. The crowd lessened and lessened until Tonowari and Ronal left. Neytiri, Jake, and Tuk left for the marui as well so it was just me, Neteyam, and Lo'ak. Ao'nung and his friends grew closer. Then the smaller one, Kiri explained being Roxto, said something. "Another freak to the family." I shot arrows at him with my eyes and stared him down. Then Ao'nung said pridefully, "This one looks even worse that the others." That just didn't sit well with me. "That's why you were staring at this one, right? If you think I'm good-looking you can say so, Ao'nung."

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[lockandkeyhyena]

What happened with you and the warrior cat community?

oh boy lol basically i got ostracised and callout docs spread about me with trumped up and false claims in them because of the fact i supported people who identified as bi gay/bi lesbian. i’m widely regarded in the community as lesbiphobic because of this and a lot of people believe i draw porn of feral animals because that was in the callout doc for a little bit (i liked some art by someone who turned out to be a proshipper and drew an ahegao when i was 14). all of this happened because four or five people in the community decided that bi lesbians are lesbiphobic and so i must be a terrible person.

idk i’ve never understood the need to make callout docs. when i found out a mlp/warrior cats artist i loved didn’t believe ace/aro people were part of the lgbt community i just… stopped interacting with their stuff. i dont think theyre dangerous or a bad person, they just have an opinion i disagree with and think is harmful. i would never consider spreading a fucking document around about them

anyway the view is lovely up here on this high horse lol

OH AND THEN my map servers got raided by a person well known in the community for being shitty and the chats were spammed with racial slurs, calls for people to kill themselves and the claim that mspec lesbians arent valid.

(most of) the people who started the hate train on me proceeded to take no accountability whatsoever and promptly claimed that none of this was their fault and i was still a bad person

thats the long and short of it, i’ve probably skewed the perspective a little bit so i’d encourage you to look into it yourself but most of the docs and tweets have been deleted lol i’ll see if i can find some remaining screenshots

[gamerwoman3d]

Hey. Y'all wanna hear some crazy talk?

This will probably be the deadliest tornado season on record for the Bible Belt.

Texas is on fire with over a million acres burned. El Niño is on a weird downturn dropping blizzards across California and Colorado. Hot air plus cold air equals big boom. And that's just the science part of it.

CONTENT WARNING: mentions of Death, murder, natural disasters, related to hate crime, references to spiritual practices

The spiritual part of it? Asshole colonizers killed an all-black wearing two-spirit Choctaw kid in Owasso named Nex Benedict.

I'm not going to be surprised if tornadoes rip apart the bigoted governor's house. I'm not going to be surprised if Owasso is ripped off the map. I'm not going to be surprised if that one Senator has to deal with funeral after funeral and a state of emergency for the rest of his term. I'm not going to be shocked if the resultant economic downturn collapses the political power of the red states, and I'm not gonna be surprised if we get a second dust bowl outta this.

To top it off, there's a new twisters film in post production. The first twisters film came out during a weird spike in tornadoes as well. It's like the collective unconsciousness of the artistic/filmmaking world knows what's about to happen.

Now. I do not speak for all natives. As for myself, and some other natives - a tornado is not just hot air plus blizzard air. It's a person. It is an entity. We can talk to that entity, and it talks back. And my understanding was a lot of those entities wore black. A lot of those entities came with more than one spirit. It's possible to have a "family of tornadoes."

One little problem- someone just prematurely sent an all-black wearing Choctaw two-spirit back to the sky.

I don't even know them. I don't have any reason to believe that the spirit of that innocent kid might be vengeful about what happened. But I got a pretty good handle on what the ANCESTORS probably feel about that.

A kid like Nex is a gift. They can understand both sides of the gender divide, can solve problems and make medicine that no other type of person can. Owasso was blessed to have them around - if you believed in a great spirit then you'd know that the great spirit PERSONALLY sent that gift to your community. Rejecting Nex was an act of rejecting the great spirit.

Someone sent that gift back to the sky.

Don't be shocked if the sky is angry.

During certain crises, many natives believed that some ancestors went into the forests to turn into animals in order to feed the starving people when there's famine. Other spirits may go into the forest to become fire, and into the sky to become storms, when there's war. Currently, one million acres of spirit life just left for the sky - ancestral spirits no longer there to feed the people who are hungry, but who went to join the great spirit and the spirit warriors dressed in black on a warpath in the sky.

Over a million acres of Texas just burned. Smoke is how the ancestors carried prayers up to the sky where the great spirit resides. The sky is absolutely chock full of their angered prayer smoke, smokey spirits wearing black.

The sky kept telling me: This is a war. They killed the wrong kid. The ancestors will not listen to anyone who buries the hatchet this year - no true native would try to stop it from happening, because they would know the importance of the gift of a two-spirit in black clothes. They would know the importance of the gift of the animals in the forest that are their own kin relatives. They would know something is wrong, for all that to be in the sky at once, and they will know to take cover from it.

If you aren't familiar with a hatchet burying ritual, don't worry about it. It won't help you right now anyway. The sky has spoken, and believes that no one who is a true native would bury the hatchet in this instance. Man wearing black is out for blood. Move. Get out of its way. Get underground. The houses aren't safe.

It's going to be bad.

A note to natives wondering who tf I am - I don't claim to be part of a tribe but I have o-gah-pah and other tribal ancestry. Some of my non-native ancestors assisted john ross and john watts in hiding native children from the feds in white neighborhoods when shit got bad. You don't have to listen to me - listen to your own elders. Listen to your own wildlife. There are no birds in the photos of Texas wildfires for a reason. If you see them all flying the same direction, try to keep up.

[one-idea]

Okay I’m fairly new to one piece still. (I just finished Enies Lobby in the anime and I’m half way through the live action)

But I just had a plot bunny that just won’t leave my mind. A devil fruit that can steal dreams.

We all know that Luffy has an unstoppable ambition. He’s going to be the king of the pirates. And his dream and his belief in it is what draws a lot of his crew to him. Not only does he believe in his impossible dream but he believes in theirs.

He knows Zoro will be the world’s greatest swords man. Nami will make a map of the world. Usopp will be a great warrior of the sea. Sanji will find the all blue. Chopper will cure all diseases. Robin will uncover the lost history of the world. Franky’s ship will sail around the world. (Forgive me Brook and Jinbei I haven’t met you yet but I long for you)

But Luffy believes in them. Even when they don’t believe in themselves. Or when others try to stop them or take their dreams Luffy is the first in line to defend them.

So what happens if Luffy loses his ambition. Obviously this wouldn’t happen under normal circumstances. But what happens if there is a devil fruit user that can steal ambitions or dreams. The loftier the dream the more power the user receives. And this user hears of the straw hat crew. This crew of dreamer. Whose captain has the grandest of dreams.

What if he attacks the crew. An out right attack from one man won’t do much against the monsters of the crew. But the user doesn’t need to beat the crew they just need to use their power.

Maybe they’ve watched the crew for a while. They know how protective the crew is. So instead of gunning straight for Luffy they go after one of his friends. And Luffy moves to protect them getting his dream/ambition stolen.

What will the crew do with a Luffy who has no drive. Who doesn’t believe his dream is possible or even real. How do you look at the man who inspired you to chase your outrageous dream, who now doesn’t believe in his own.

And they can’t just talk him into believing again. They have to get his dream back. What won’t the crew do to get Luffy’s dream back.

It puts the crew in such a rough spot. Luffy normally takes out the biggest threat. Not that the others aren’t strong but now they are fighting someone who can steal their dreams/ambition. A person who just got a power up from stealing Luffy’s dream. They’re fighting all the things that make their captain their captain. His dream/ambition/determination/stubbornness.

Imagine the guilt of the strawhat Luffy pushed out of the way. Who is it?

One of the weaker members? He saved Nami’s whole village, freed her from Arlong. He always believes Usopp and after water 7 there’s just so much to their relationship. Copper who he took from a life of loneliness and solitude.

Or is it one of the older members? Robin who owes Luffy everything, the man who made her want to live. Franky? Brook? Jinbei? (I still need to learn more about them)

Or maybe worst Sanji who already has so much guilt from Whole Cake Island (I’m not there but I already know a lot) or Zoro, loyal Zoro who dedicated his own dream to Luffy. Who’s already made so many sacrifices. His own dream is so tightly intertwined with Luffy’s by now what must it be like to see Luffy with out his drive.

Imagine how they would agonize over being the reason Luffy is so despondent.

Because this only works if Luffy has completely given up. No drive what so ever. Like won’t get out of bed, sees no point in fighting back. The opposite of how he has been everywhere else.

I just think it could be a really compelling story if done right.

Part 2

Part 3

[thunder-wolf64]

im UNSURE i DON'T REMEMBER if you ever said anything about it but what can you say about about warrior cats? (sorry i got poor memory</3)

Ooo warrior cats! I haven't talked about it really so I'll yap now.

I've never actually read the book. I found out about it via YouTube where I watched maps, pmvs, amvs, animation memes, commentary videos and others! I've picked up quite a bit of knowledge, but am obviously lacking a majority of it because I haven't read the books. I'm most familiar with the beginning of the series. I occasionally keep up to date with some YouTube videos every often and there's always such cool art coming out of the fandom. I occasionally read fanfiction abt w and play games related to it.

I actually have quite a few characters and stories related to wc, set in the same universe and stuff. It inspires a large part of my creativity (and music taste lol)

Maybe next time I have an opportunity to go to the library I'll read the books.

Here's me and my sister's kittypet ocs spooks and frights who totally aren't a ripoff of any other characters

Old art jump scare

[queers-of-marybelltownship]

well he collapsed with stevens-johnson syndrome on the er floor panic attacked anaphylactic and ataxic and the way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges roman candles at both ends in his synapsis and the method with which he recycled his humours trojan horsed his blood brain barrier and raised the ld-50 yes yes and through fight or flight revelation shame the blackbox warrior he skipped this town and headed straight down history shields himself from reason in a kevlar baby blue tuxedo quilted from the finest fibers flesh and fiberglass and flowers ego a mosquito evil incarnate good incognito pops placebos for libido screaming bless the torpedoes for what for what for what its worth if it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now for what for what for what its worth theres no more looking back its looking up or looking down well he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose around his lotus jugular when they came and they found him with a map to every victim of his love and a tattoo of a blue jay on his face and they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry a hymn out in hungarian harmonic and he cocked his noggin through his stoma sang for aul lang syn happy birthday to the succulents ill die your hydroponics his ribcage was a hornets nest palpitations set the beat his vagus nerve a turks head knot an axel hitch a carrick bend he wondered if christ consciousness would charge a cancellation fee auf whiedersehn au revoir he gripped his wits right by their ends for what for what its worth if it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now for what for what for what its worth theres no more looking back its looking up or looking down hello welcome why dont you take a seat get comfortable relax take a second if you need to now what's bothering you well why dont we start at the beginning growing up how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your blooming escher/mandelbrot head and how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs did you get along well with the gideon bugler pineal glands your projector eyes casting sci-fi's on your strd strands tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under bacchus bloody nose did namibian himbas tie-dye you your ears pierced with a phineas gage flagpole did you die before your day thursday traction tuesday titration my hope is to assess through my objective report of your subjective conjecture whether this proprietary bled of expertise and seasoning works as well as this transorbital ice pick holistic ballistics you got a better idea its about the best we could come up with what you think ideas spread because theyre good no they spread because people like them so now here we are once again holding as it were a mirror up to your mirror i guess its just something people do a bloody knife to split your infrastructure wine to rev your motor function coital machinations of the dead well you mainline your animus karate chop your abacus and learn to be an animal instead but I never did think you better than this your modus operandi causes nazi/skoptzyism and suicide why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem not the things you do but something sick inside lithium and dialectics boy you really is defective cbt dont seem effective for that cluster b accept it offer up your innocence please ignore the side effects youve lost your mind and almost lost your life before so youll be fine for what for what its worth if it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now for what for what for what its worth theres no more looking back so try to look forward now for what for what its worth if it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now for what for what for what its worth theres no more looking back its looking up or looking down

good morning :))

[ghostlychaosfoil]

oc lore yap

IM GOING INSANE OVER MY ROTTMNT IC AND I NEED TO WRITE IT DOWN OKAY

warning its super long, this is mostly for me

So kirby and frida were mutated after the og boys were but they arent younger than them bc of their unmutanted turtles age. Kirby is a bit younger than raph (and hes not really build for big brothering) and I think frida is like aprils age. A year after Draxums lab was destroyed, he was in a semi stable living environment but was frankly bored. he managed to salvage some his mutagen notes from the ruins of his old lab. He used those notes and what he could still remeber to recreate a mutagen. He still had this obsession with creating mutants (sort of like how he was w his lil food mutant). He ended up making a stable and similar enough mutagen to his original design. He made about a bucketful. throughout this process, hugin and moonin are very skeptical and not super supportive of daxums spontaneous experiments. Draxum had stolen two different breeds of turtles from the local zoo to use for this experiment. one, a 3.5 year old yellow bellied slider(frida) and a 4 year old map turtle (kirby). He dropped those turtles into theat bucket of mutagen and to his (and hoogin and moonins) surprise it worked just fine. he now had two mutated turtle babies. Not soon after, his living conditions, which were bad already, got worse and he was unable to take care of his beloved children. He left the yellow bellied slider for big mama, who he knew always was looking for new warriors. Big mama did nit want the responsibility of two of them though. So draxum left the mao turtle somewhere else (idk where im still figuring that out hahdbd

At time the series takes place, he was encouraged by his caretaker to get a job (or repo is his caretaker?? im not 100%) so kirby gets a job working for repo mantis to do repo work. He definitely failed getting todds rv back before donnie and mikey attempted to. repo taught him to be tougher and how to be intimidating to better his repo skills. So it definitely plays into his personality later on.

movie period he was just living his life when the krang arrived. And he got krangified a little later in the krang invasion so he wasnt a krang zombie until about the point donnie was the spaceship. If he was krangified before the turtles were giving them trouble, he would have been utilized by the kraang like raph was. So in canon the main reason raph was with them and was different was because he was stronger than the other organisms on the earth. I dont think he really was thought of as anything else after they recovered the key. They didnt care about the turtles or anyone, they didn't truly believe they were a mayor threat until the space ship started going back into the prison dimension. Up until then their rebellion was amusement to the kraang. Ou im getting iff topic- Im saying I think the lraang would have brought all their strongest zombies to be close to them whether they be humans, animals, mutants, or yokai. Kirby, along with others would have been up there with raph if the kraang had more time. Kirby was kraangified abruptly and suddenly so he was in a state of shock and before he knew what had just happend, he was already kraangified. A bunch of kraang goo was launched at his face immediately blinding him and easily taking control of his body being that a bunch of kraang stuff already went in his eye.

in one of the qnas w ron corcillo, he said that he would to make a casey jr and casey focused spinoff series where they hunt KRAANG REMAINS. So its kind of canon that kraang did not fully disappear after the invasion. thats were I buikt off of. Kirby had so much kraang stuff in his body, that after the invasion, he was still kraangified just less strong. I would imagine his first encounter with the turtles would be with him being the hooded enemy. He would maybe be too strong the first time and get away. The turtles would obviously not be down witht this crazy kraang mutant running around so they would hunt him down. donnie would probably unkraagify him with techy tech that he probably composed, un hooding him in the process. Unkraangified he obviously does NOT trust these turtles. All he has seen of them was through the fuzzy krang memories of them trying to hurt him. That doesnt seem very trustworthy to him.

he doesnt go back to repo or whatever family he had after being unkraangified because he doesn't know where they are now, if they even survived the invasion, or if they even care about him anymore, given that he had been kraangified for so long after the invasion and nobody had come looking for him. The turtles come across him again (somewhere..?) where ever he is hiding out trying to get his strength back. He feels weaker than before but he is stronger than ever muscle wise (the kraang basically forcing hik to work out 24/7 for months) but mentally he is unwell. Its kind of a phantom pain kinda situation. Raph finds him o. one of his solo patrols (that he takes even though he doesn't love being alone for that long). Raph and him end up bonding over same trauma and shared interests.

EXTRA RANDOM KIRBY FACTS:

-he roller blades😧😧

-his favorite color USED to be pink

-now he cant stand to look at pink

-regularly uses sarcasm but literally nobody can tell

-pretty good at manipulation if needed

-defaults to a tough guy persona but it really isnt suuper intimidating once he starts talking

-cannot read a clock

-really bad at crying, he wants too but it just doesnt work (his hypothesis was that the kraang stuff messed uo his tear glands but that was jot the case)

-overstimulated AF

-LOVES CATSS

-apologizing problem to people he respects