#a dangerous and secretive path

[wangmiao]

Zhang Luyi as Yang Guang in the first teaser of the series A Dangerous and Secretive Path | 安全危机

[pinetreepilgrimage]

The Prophecies Begin, or, The Streams Begin

Here’s the complete cover series, 1-6. Which one is your favorite?

[airocats]

[spotaus]

Late Night quick thing (New Age Sillies)

Bad news: That joke post about including Reset + Orchid is definitely not canon. (I legit got sad thinking about Reset being in a universe where Orchid isn't- because their stories are so so intertwined- but Nightmare 100% would NOT risk the whole twins exploding Error's soul thing.)

Good news: This means I COULD include Kane (Reset's older brother who usually dies in timelines where Reset is born) and use it to develope his character a bit more! Also! Perhaps a Blue × Dream kiddo is finally in the stars for me to design?

[moss-wcdesigns]

Bluestar - leader of ThunderClan

always loved her. morally gray towards the end which was great

[firehollyalder]

I still find it funny about how much Tigerstar hates Firestar.

Like. It's so stupid it's funny.

Cause like. Baby Firepaw is 6 moons old or so when he joins ThunderClan. Two moons later he's made a warrior at 8. If we take 6 moons = 12 years, that means Tigerclaw was literally growling over this teenager for years.

One teenager pisses you off so you decide to obsessively dream about murdering him (canon), you train your sons to kill him (canon), you haunt his grandson throughout his life (canon), and then. and THEN.

And then you go out of your way to find this teenager-who-is-now-a-grown-man at the end of a fucking war and attempt to murder him then and there.

And you fail.

Nice going, buddy. Obsession ain't the best look on you, but I wouldn't have it any other way <3

(Sidenote: It's also funny that while Firestar is a constant in Tigerstar's brain, Tigerstar is not one in Firestar's. LMAO)

[celestralferretdesigns]

Swiftpaw

[lesbiancloudtail]

[spottyissleepwalking]

May I request Bluestar for the character design?

I. Hate drawing Bluestar. Hjsbfnnf I can never get her to look the way I envision her…

Eh this is good enough…

Design notes:

Long, flowing mullet-mane that trails partially down her spine. Think maned lioness.

Flame-like mark on her nose. Otherwise, markings are sharp and curved, + a crescent moon mark between her eyes that she inherited from Moonflower.

Slender but strong, muscular build.

Face is long and angular, large ears, narrow eyes, sleek tail.

Wanted to keep the scar across her shoulders and her nicked ear. I’ll probably post some additional warm up doodles I did earlier about Blue in the aftermath of Tiger’s betrayal if y’all are interested in that ^^

LGBT+ headcanon: Entirely labelless. I personally like to think that she never really gave too much thought to it, more concerned and wrapped up in the expectations of others to truly sit down for a second and try to figure it out for herself. I also like to think, however, that she’s definitely ace, with no real definitive sway towards romantic partners in any way, and uses she/her pronouns.

[Image ID: A digital drawing of Bluestar, sitting upright and facing the “camera” with her face slightly angled downward; the entire image is outlined in white. She is a tall, mostly-sleek, long-legged, elegant blue-gray colorpoint cat with darker tabby markings along her legs, face, tail and ears; she has tall, large ears with the right ear nicked; her tail is long and sleek, and somewhat shaggy near the white-tipped end. She has a long, sleek mullet-mane that runs down her back; her eyes are narrowed and dual-colored, with the left being blue and the right being yellow-amber. At her nose, there is a dark, flame-like patterned mark; there is a scar across her shoulders. In the curve of her tail is her color palette, and the word “BLUEFUR/BLUESTAR” is written at her left side in white, all-caps. Across her hindquarters is the stylized artist signature of “spottyissleepwalking” written in faded lavender. / End ID.]

[sisaloofafump]

Submitting Lois Lane for consideration to become the next Gun Batman 🥰

[cloudichaoswarriors]

The tigergolden siblings

All my warrior designs are free to use

[wangmiao]

Zhang Luyi at the Conference on Creation of High-Quality-Product in Radio and Television of China on 2024/10/10

[oldfacesnewdawnoffical]

The Tomes of Ignite

A Dream of Destiny

Official

Overview

Fidelities

Blood in the Water

Official

Overview

Fidelities

The Rise of the Storm

Official

Overview

Fidelities

Path of Despondency

Official

Overview

Fidelities

The Darkest Hour

Official

Overview

Fidelities

[kota-corner]

In honor of finishing the first series!!! I can't wait to start reading The New Prophecy!

[sttoru]

“oi,” sukuna grumbles as he walks down the dirt path, carrying your slumped body in his arms. he can’t believe you fell asleep on him. you were the one who was so excited to take a walk with him, yet here you are, snoozing peacefully in his embrace.

“what a fuckin’ brat,” the king of curses cusses under his breath. he isn’t much of a gentle partner, so he definitely isn’t going to let you sleep like any other lover would in this situation.

sukuna shakes your body with all four hands. “wake up. y’re droolin’,” he complains once a drop of saliva makes contact with the bare skin of his shoulder. he flicks your forehead which finally wakes you up.

you blink a few times before looking up at the pink-haired man. “mgh, lemme sleep,” you whine and close your eyes once more. you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. it’s too comfortable to let go of him.

sukuna isn’t having any of it. you said you wanted to spend time with him, so you’ll have to do exactly that. “no, get y’r ass up,” he grunts and smacks your butt once as a warning. “you beg me to spend time with you, only to sleep through it? idiot.”

you whimper at the slap against your ass, body jolting for a second, before relaxing again. you don’t move an inch even after hearing sukuna’s rough voice in your ear, clearly warning you. it’d be a waste to let go of the precious warmth his body radiated.

“sorry,” you murmur and kiss his throat subtly while still half-asleep. “you’re just too comfy,” you add and smile lazily against his warm skin. if it was up to you, you’d stay in sukuna’s embrace forever.

the king of curses tries waking you up again, but he knows it’s futile. he feels your sloppy kiss against his throat and he freezes for a simple second. he refuses to admit the fact that it made him feel content— experiencing your affection.

“yeah, whatever. i’m dropping ya,” sukuna rolls his eyes. you didn’t expect him to actually drop his arms from around your body with the intention of letting you fall. however, you are faster than him this time.

your legs wrap around his waist and your arms are around his shoulders the moment you feel the lack of support. you grin in victory, having outsmarted your partner, who groans in annoyance.

sukuna even tries to tug at your kimono, but you still don’t budge. it’s like you’re glued to him. you keep your eyes closed, the victorious smirk on your lips never disappearing.

“. . tch. y’re impossible,” the grumpy man sighs out of frustration and defeat. he doesn’t try anything else after that. if you choose to give into slumber, then so be it. even when he would like to spend more one on one time with you.

sukuna continues to walk aimlessly into the forest with you clinging onto him. one arm comes up to balance your body on it, holding you up by your backside. the others hang limply by his sides.

his lower pair of eyes stays focused on you throughout the entirety of the stroll— secretly checking you out. it’s endearing to see your face from up close as you hold onto him like there’s no tomorrow. he takes pride in the fact that you feel safe around a dangerous creature like him.

“never takin’ ya out again. what a pain,” sukuna mutters to himself. that’s a lie.

sukuna would never admit it, but he enjoys hearing your voice and having you walk beside him as he holds your hand in his. which is the secret reason why he wants you awake right now.

your rambling about all kinds of topics that he doesn’t seem to care about at first glance, the way you fail to catch up to him as his long legs quickly stride forward, how you’d stop to look at flowers and pick one for him—

that’s what he misses. though, it seems like that would have to wait for a while.

[thewatcher727]

Writing Description Notes: Voice/Tone

Updated 26th May 2024 More description notes

His voice drifted into her ears like a soft melody.

A giggle slipped out of her lips.

He had his hands cupped around his mouth, trying to amplify his voice however he could.

The words broke through her thoughts like a knife, cutting a path where before there was none.

His voice was laced with concern.

Her voice lifted at the end to signify the question.

A few very colorful expletives leapt to the forefront of John’s tongue but he knew speaking them would end the conversation.

In spite of his insipid words, John’s voice was free of malice.

He noted the way she carried herself in her voice. While she had grown far more comfortable with others, Jane still carried her loyal lineage proudly.

As if offended by the words.

A sing-song lilt entered her tone.

She cursed the confusion in her voice

As much as the towel kneaded at his ears, the sympathy pouring from Jane’s every word stayed unfailingly clear.

His voice was dangerously calm.

The smaller man finally decided to say, hesitant sycophancy in his voice.

His voice dropped an octave lower.

The voice did not enter through Jane’s ears but arrived directly in her head

The voices raised up as if on ever spread wings.

Her pitch was soft, but there was no mistaking the bitterness and emotion behind those words.

His words flowed like a gentle stream, soothing her troubled mind.

He spoke with the authority of a seasoned leader, every word carrying weight and importance.

A hint of mischief colored his tone, as if he had a secret to share.

Her voice was like a warm embrace, offering comfort in times of need.

A shiver ran down her spine as his voice took on an eerie, otherworldly quality.

She spoke with a measured, deliberate cadence, every word carefully chosen.

His voice was as smooth as silk, effortlessly persuasive.

Her words dripped with sarcasm, a sharp and cutting edge to her tone.

He muttered under his breath, the words barely audible but heavy with frustration.

The tension in the room was palpable, and their voices reflected it, strained and on edge.

They spoke in hushed tones, as if afraid to be overheard.

His voice carried a sense of resignation, as if he had accepted his fate.

She sang her words, the melody of her voice enchanting those who listened.