#whitewillow

[the-pantry-of-art]

Those are a couple of characters from a book trilogy I came up with when I was 11/12, but I never really named this series 😅

The main characters are: HoneyShade and WhiteWillow but the books will also sometimes have chapters from the perspective of GoldenEye and a cat named SilverDust, but I havent designed him yet 😅 + one or two chapters from Flowerstar's pov.

The trilogy also have a side series of sorts called: The Adventures of Penguin the Cat and SunnySpots.

I recently rememberd that I made this (it's looong and pretty complicated, since those are my main OC's and I was developing this idea for over 6yrs 🤣 ) and when I was cleaning my cabinet I found some of my old artwork of HoneyShade and some drafts of this story.

There's a chance I'll draw more of them in the future, or mayby even share some of the story on here 😁

[bluegrasshellbard]

Willow is a SCP themself, they are basically an undying creature that is impervious to the effects of other SCPs via a plant like naturalization to her environment/the creatures around them.

While being examined and held by the foundation, all she had to do for many years of her formative life there, was read and consume media with the few visits she was allowed from her Uncle and various others with the clearance to visit them. In her time there, she received 3 PHDs.

After Dyō, Jaques, and Willow all escaped into Alagadda, they find that the realm is falling into even further disarray with the fact that the Black Lord has been gone for so long.

Now that Willow has been offered as a gift (Dyō trying to appease the other three lords), she is basically the four lords little pet. It's a running joke that they never get to use their 3 PHDs in their current "job"

[burning-thistles-bt]

btr au be like

[doritopaw101]

I love that Whitestorm is shipped with Willowpelt, Redtail, and Spottedleaf.

And they’re all pretty good as ships and can be pretty interesting in their own ways depending on how you work them.

[goldenflowerceo]

he/she bigender firestar who’s polyamorous quoiromantic hyperplatonic. she/they nonbinary woman goldenflower who’s aceflux and aroflux. she/it lesbian spottedleaf. gay whitestorm in a QPR with aroace willowpelt. you cannot fucking stop me

i'm either working on my warrior cats headcanons masterdoc tonight. or my personal wc-inspired world... euurrgghhh

[mousetoe-wc]

Updated SandFire family tree!

Now the BrambleSquirrel litter is now a SandFire litter and Dandelionkit is now alive. Princess’s family stays the same as the original post.

Edit: also pls click/tap the image for better quality Tumblr butchers it so much :(

Family tree’s that relate to this one:

Crystal // WhiteWillow // SquirrelWhisker // Flailfoot + NightCrow

[soraww]

𝐼 𝐷𝐼𝐷𝑁'𝑇 𝐻𝐴𝑉𝐸 𝐼𝑇 𝐼𝑁 𝑀𝑌𝑆𝐸𝐿𝐹 𝑇𝑂 𝐺𝑂 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝐺𝑅𝐴𝐶𝐸 .

meet sora whitewillow.

o sobrenome whitewillow nunca foi deles por direito. foi enfiado goela abaixo, como todos os outros nomes bonitos que a capital deu aos miseráveis depois da guerra. chamavam de recomeço, de igualdade, de progresso, mas ninguém que tinha um sobrenome como o seu era confundido com gente importante.

sora nasceu em par. ela e tyla vieram ao mundo com poucos minutos de diferença, e passaram a vida dividindo. quando a mãe adoeceu e o pai começou a voltar cada vez mais tarde, as gêmeas aprenderam a preencher o vazio cuidando dos irmãos. o amor vinha antes da escolha, e assumir a responsabilidade que não as cabia era a única opção.

a mãe, evelynn, tinha um sopro no coração. deitada contra o peito dela, sora podia jurar ouvi-lo e, mesmo sem entender direito, sabia que podia perdê-la a qualquer momento. por isso não deixavam que ela lavasse roupa, subisse escada, carregasse peso. ela e tyla carregavam o fardo. era o que podiam fazer.

freid, o pai, trabalhava numa planta solar e odiava cada segundo do ofício. dizia que não havia luz alguma naquele maldito distrito e ria com desprezo, amaldiçoava a capital e os pacificadores aos sussurros, e contaminava as ideias de sora com os monólogos envenenados pela bebida.

elyas nasceu quando sora tinha oito. mesmo quando bebê, chorava pouco e sorria muito. era fácil gostar dele. syen veio logo depois, cheio de energia e pronto para dominar o mundo. a casa era apertada, mas cheia de vida. dividiam brinquedos e comida, e cuidavam da mãe como cuidavam uns dos outros.

dylla nasceu três meses antes do aniversário de catorze anos das gêmeas, e veio como um raio. o jeito com que o pai olhou pra ela, cheio de encanto, doeu. doeu porque não sora não se lembrava de já ter sido olhada daquela maneira.

foi só quando a recém-nascida dylla ficou doente que sora entendeu o transbordar daquele amor. ficou a madrugada inteira trocando panos frios, contando segundos, repetindo baixinho que ela ia ficar bem. descobriu que a amava muito a contragosto.

oito meses depois, o pai foi encontrado morto. os pacificadores alegaram ter sido suicídio, mas algo a dizia que ele tinha pecado pela boca. sabia que ele falava demais quando bebia, e talvez tivesse morrido porque incomodava. aquilo, mais do que a dor do luto, a deixou com o gosto amargo do ódio na boca.

a primeira vez que sora e tyla pegaram tesserae foi naquele mesmo ano. duas por nome, como se isso equilibrasse alguma coisa. sora foi trabalhar na represa. tyla, na cozinha dos pacificadores. quatro anos passaram em um piscar de olhos, e então veio a colheita.

chamaram o nome de tyla.

sora ainda lembra do som. da voz da mãe falhando ao tentar gritar. de como se viu congelada ao chão, sem conseguir se mover, enquanto a irmã caminhava na direção da própria morte. tyla subiu ao palco de cabeça erguida, e sem olhar pra trás.

ela venceu e, como todos os vitoriosos, voltou quebrada. o dinheiro e a mansão pareciam uma recompensa ínfima em comparação com o que tinha sacrificado.

sora tentou seguir a vida e cuidar dos irmãos como podia. agora que não precisavam se preocupar com como colocar comida na mesa, tinha tempo para trançar o cabelo de dylla, ensinar syen a consertar coisas, ajudar elyas com o dever de casa. tyla era não mais que um fantasma. pouco falava, e parecia viver atrás de uma parede de vidro.

passaram-se sete anos, e sora achou que tinha escapado. que aquele era seu novo normal, e que a colheita seria como todas as outras: injusta, mas previsível.

então veio o massacre quaternário e, com ele, a regra nova: irmãos de vitoriosos. o nome chamado esse ano foi o dela.

quando subiu no palco, olhou pra tyla em meio à multidão. não havia lágrima alguma nos olhos da irmã, apenas a mesma expressão vazia de sempre.

a de quem já sabe que vai te enterrar antes mesmo de te perder.

[princeofiron]

Hi! We’re looking for role players or people interested in getting into the Shadowhunter chronicles rp! Below are needed/wanted/extra characters! (We’re 18 or over on discord!)

Click the link below to join!

Wanted Connections: Auraline(first heir), Aline, Cristina, Anush, Diego, Helen, Janus, Jem, Jonathan, Kieran, Livvy, Mark, Seelie queen, Tavvy, Tessa, Thais,

Wanted for ship: Julian(jemma), Kit(KitTy), Jaime(Morgenrosethorn), Simon(sizzy),

Extra options!

Annabel Blackthorn

Aria Wrayburn

Bat Velasquez

Cameron Ashdown

Catarina Loss

Celine Herondale

Diana Wrayburn

Divya Joshi

Gwyn Ap Nudd

Jia Penhallow

Jocelyn Fairchild

Jon Cartwright

Jordan Kyle

Julia Beauvale

Kaelie Whitewillow

Lily Chen

Luke Garroway

Maia Roberts

Malcolm Fade

Manuel Villalobos

Marisol Garza

Maryse Lightwood

Max Lightwood

Max Lightwood-Bane

Meliorn

Michael Wayland

Mina Carstairs

Nene

Rafael Lightwood-Bane

Ragnor Fell

Raphael Santiago

Rayan Maduabuchi

Rebecca Lewis

Robert Lightwood

Roland Loss

Rosemary Herondale

Valentina Graymark

Valentine Morgenstern

Winter

Zara Dearborn

[malec-ao3feed]

Alicante Airlines

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Wpf0ZSd by goldfish_dispenser Magnus Bane is a flight attendant at Alicante Airlines, and he loves his job... mostly. He could do without the early starts, condescending passengers and egotistical pilots. When he meets Alec Lightwood, his captain for a 48-hour layover in Rome, sparks fly, and not the good kind. With a medical emergency and a forced diversion to navigate, will they put aside their differences and work together? Or will all that resentment boil over into something else entirely... Words: 2977, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English Fandoms: Shadowhunters (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Magnus Bane, Alec Lightwood, Jace Wayland, Maia Roberts, Lily Chen (Shadowhunter Chronicles), Andrew Underhill, Gretel (Shadowhunter Chronicles), Madzie (Shadowhunters TV), Catarina Loss, Samuel Blackwell, Simon Lewis, Isabelle Lightwood Relationships: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Background Jace Wayland/Kaelie Whitewillow Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Flight Attendants, Alternate Universe - Human, Pilot Alec Lightwood, Pilot Jace Wayland, Jace Wayland is a Herondale, Flight Attendant Magnus Bane, Alec lightwood is Kind of A Dick, Shameless Smut, In-Flight Medical Emergency, Casual Sex read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Wpf0ZSd

[the-pantry-of-art]

Spring is in the air <3

[bluegrasshellbard]

Just some casual WLW (Willow Loves White) sketching on a Tuesday morning

[burning-thistles-bt]

some bt headcanons i have

- badgerfang puts flowers in blossomtail’s fur

- bubbles opens up to dawncloud about their past and the two grow closer. dawncloud is there to support them every step of the way

- whitestorm would visit willowpelt in the nursery when she gave birth to darkkit. he worried about her wellbeing and promised he’d be there for her and her son if she ever needed it

- adderfang would give the firesibs badger rides!!!

all of these are canon <3

[mrszhuliyaofficial]

GRAFICHE & LUCI 🔝 in The Sims 4

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[skipwr3ck]

Alright, it has begun! Chapter one (a short start to get things rolling) is up on AO3! You may cast your votes in the comments there or in a DM/reblog here!

Today was the day.

The air was buzzing with excitement from every corner of camp. It was a much needed celebration, the day a handful of kits would be promoted to apprentices. A large and regal tom overlooked his clanmates, a spark of pride in his chest. Today was when the first of his, Pinestar's, grandkits would choose the paths of the rest of their lives. He watched his daughters in hushed, excited conversation in front of the nursery. His green eyes settled on the enthused expression of the tortoiseshell, Applestem, who looked so like her mother.

Pinestar studied her, but was truthfully lost in thought. He continued to struggle with deciding fitting mentors for each of her four kits, after the recent loss of life in their clan had left choices skim. He sighed in sorrow.

The brush of a second pelt against his snapped him out of the fog. He looked to his left, seeing the stoic posture of Applestem's mate, Archstone.

"Are you nervous?" Pinestar asked the glowing father.

Archstone scoffed and eyed the older tom. "Are you?" He teasted. He flicked his tail with regret when Pinestar only sighed. "It will turn out alright," Archstone assured him, returning his gaze to his mate and her sister ushering their kits out of the nursery. "They are adaptable, as we all must be."

"There is much on my mind," Pinestar admitted. "I should choose to focus on the joy of this day."

"Then do so you shall," Archstone said with a grin and a playful flick. The black and white tom lept gracefully from their perch and turned to face his leader once more. "Nothing can possibly ruin this day, Pinestar."

"Don't say that," Pinestar laughed nervously, taking his place upon the (1)__________.

One by one, each of the four soon-to-be apprentices lined up eagerly before their grandfather and leader. A grand hush fell over the small clan. Pinestar allowed the silence to settle before daring to break it.

"Mothkit, Spiderkit, Antkit, and Beetlekit, you have reached the age of six moons and it is time for you to take your place in this Clan as apprentices. From this day until you earn your warrior name, you will be known as Mothpaw, Spiderpaw, Antpaw, and Beetlepaw. May your mentors pass down all they know to you." His green eyes drifted to the first of the siblings in line before him. "(2)__________, your mentor shall be (3)__________."

(1) Describe the leader's perch.

a. Gnarled roots that extend from beneath the snow--the corpse of a long fallen tree.

b. A sharp stone nestled in scruffy brush--a relic of the mountainside that looms above.

(2) Choose your protagonist.

a. Mothpaw, a tortoiseshell she-cat with a soft and curious disposition.

b. Spiderpaw, a stoic and sharp black she-cat with orange eyes.

c. Antpaw, an exciteable black and white tom with a constant twitch in his tail.

d. Beetlepaw, a mischevious brown tabby tom.

(3) Choose your mentor.

a. Pinestar

b. Sparkflight

c. Hawkstep

d. Whitewillow

e. Otterbounce

f. Nettlefrost

g. "Actually, Pinestar... I was wondering if I could request an apprenticeship as a medicine cat."

Considering writing a comment or poll-driven choose your own adventure fanfic, perhaps Warriors? Entirely OCs, no canon characters.

Probably posted on AO3.

But I would need an audience! Would anyone be interested in something like this?

Come on

It'll be fun 👀

[easypeezysilverbreezey]

i think about them a lot

[digiswarriors]

Old cats in love b they're young now and willowpaw pines so damn hard 🧠🧠🧠🧠🧠🧠🧠🧠🧠🧠