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Burning Hearts: Epilogue
(AO3 counterpart here.)
Camp was silent, but in the purposefully hushed way, that of a Clan who’d woken up to the pained cries of a queen as she brought her litter into the world and had elected to leave her be until the night. The kits had stopped squealing, busily nursing at Goldenflower’s belly, kneading her with their shut eyes and ears. Brindleface and her kits had fallen asleep quickly after the birthing, and Frostfur was outside guarding the nursery as her own kits drifted off again.
With the sun thankfully dimmed by a cloudy sky, Goldenflower’s eyes were glued to her litter of three: two beautiful little torbie mollies, the stronger pale ginger and brown and the weaker a darker version, and a curious, rotund tabby tom. Somehow, despite everything the matriarch had learned in her studies, he had come out dark brown.
Just like his father.
Was StarClan punishing her for something? What for? Her ignorance? Her blind trust and love? How was this possible otherwise?
Goldenflower repressed a grieving shudder and forced her thoughts to something else—anything else.
Names. They needed names. And she was the only one here to give them.
If Fireheart were here, she could take the opportunity to teach him how to name his own kits when he had them. It could have taken her mind off of everything, to see his excitement when he met his little siblings, and his worry over Cloudkit, who had grown fatter and louder, if that was possible.
But he wasn’t here. She’d have to do this alone.
Some small part of her reminded her that Brindleface and Frostfur could help, but… no. This was for family to do. She had a feeling.
The first molly, the pale one, she regarded with no small amount of affection. She was as big as her brother—bigger, really—and her markings were paired together beautifully, a solid blend of pale ginger and a warm brown with the tabby markings streaking down her body evenly. She was mostly that ginger, though the brown wasn’t giving up its spaces without a fight.
Tawny, maybe, Goldenflower thought. Or Morning. She could be a Morning. But Tawny feels more obvious…
She could come back to that. She had better ideas for the other two.
The weakest, runty and spotted, had more mottled brown and ginger. She was the smallest and the quietest; Goldenflower’s experience warned her to be ready for the worst. She didn’t let that forbid her from naming the kit. She should have a mighty name, something to make up for her size.
Leopard. He would have called you that.
And perhaps she shouldn’t have thought of what he would have wanted, but... how could she not? They’d discussed names before she had retreated into the nursery full-time. He’d loved the idea of a Leopardkit. That had been his favorite one out of all they’d talked about.
He loved you before you were born, she thought, pressing her nose to Leopardkit, who barely twitched in response. I know that was real. No one else has to.
Now, the tom…
Curse her sentimentality, but it was impossible not to think of him. He was a spitting image of his father, big and starkly-striped. He was going to be tall and powerful, she could see already. But perhaps not brutish; even as a newborn, his claws seemed mostly tucked in, barely grazing her stomach when he pushed harder for milk. They were long, still, like his, and his paws were massive.
He wasn’t getting Tiger, obviously. But something close, something fierce and prickly… shame Thornkit had taken that name already.
A name struck her, and she couldn’t think of another. Bramble. Bramble, with long, sharp stripes and long, sharp claws.
It was perfect. She could only pray no one figured out the source.
Drowsily, she returned to the pale molly, going over Tawny and Morning, back and forth, her exhaustion creeping in and tamping down her thoughts until she drifted off, with a vague image in her head of three little kits touching noses with their father, his amber eyes shining with love and pride.
Where was his soul now, she wondered…
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He runs, paws scrambling for purchase on the rocky slope that borders the road. A shining silhouette blazes ahead of him and he ducks into the forest. Ferns and brush stand still as death as he races through them, mouth open, panting for air he no longer needs, amber eyes wild with fright.
Screams like roars follow him through the woods, light-figures easily keeping pace with him, creeping close to his tail as he stumbles and sprints with every bit of power he can channel to his legs. Whooping yowls and jovial caterwauls rattle his chest with horror.
How could they be chasing me? Were my intentions not noble? Didn’t I do the best for my Clan?
It wasn’t good enough.
His victims, drowned and sliced and crippled and gasping for air, flash in front of his eyes, glaring at him, nearly making him trip and fall as he tries to skid to a stop and dive to the side, away from them, away from their damning eyes.
This is a mistake. He only manages a few more steps before sun-bright figures cut off his path. He jerks sideways again, and backs away from the rounding line of Hunters encircling him. He’s surrounded on all sides by glowing warriors: some apprentices, few leaders—the best of the best, the strongest in life and most righteous in death, the ones who protect the territories from all ghostly dangers.
But…
No, this can’t be right. I’m no danger. Not like this. Not like—
The deputy flails about, scrambling for escape, some explanation, anything to get him out of this. There is none. The Hunters are stronger, larger than him. They hurt to look at, blazing as they do. They say nothing to him. Their eyes burn with rage.
Where is He?
Behind him, a searing light exiles what little darkness was left in the forest, the only sound now of a crackling fire. He is immediately pulled into gazing at the giant; it’d be sacrilege to refuse to acknowledge Him. His eyes squeeze shut—this is worse than looking at the sun—but again, he is forced to open them, eyes tearing up in agony as he looks upon the Endless Watcher.
“You disappoint Me, wraith,” the Lion rumbles, His voice shaking the ground and making the trees tremble. “Potential like yours has not been seen in a long time. You could have been the finest leader in generations, if you loved your Clan like you thought you did.”
The deputy’s mouth opens to no sound; his throat is dry as an autumn leaf.
“Destroying your Clanmates,” a Hunter adds coldly, a strangely familiar golden tom almost as sunny as Horoa Himself. “Ignoring your neighbors, wanting them to fall, though you’d never let yourself acknowledge that…”
“Leaving your own family to expose you,” another Hunter says, dark grey and small (standing taller than the deputy even so). She narrows her eyes that shine too bright for a mortal. “They will not rest easy for a long time. Is that what you wanted? Pain and grief, by your doing?”
The deputy barely manages to croak out, “My Lord, have mercy. Please—”
“Another said that, recently,” a tortoiseshell drawls. “The living didn’t heed him.” Her lip twitches as she dryly looks the deputy up and down, regarding him like the stringy remains of stale prey. “Neither did we.”
“Go peacefully,” the Lion growls, and the ground shakes under the deputy’s feet. “This we will give you. Offer your throat and fade to mist. You will not get anything else.”
The deputy trembles. He looks for any kindness, any empathy in the eyes of his undoing. There is none. Pathetically, kit-like in his huddling, he looks to Horoa again.
“By—” he swallows. “By Your teeth, then. It would be an honor, my Lord. Please…”
The Lion throws back His head with a thundering, hearty chuff. The sound is echoed by His Hunters, who shake their heads and give each other tickled looks, like they’re sharing a private joke. Horoa lowers His head again, gazing down at the deputy, His single eye blinding.
“None from ThunderClan will honor you,” He says. “Neither will I.”
The small dark grey molly bursts forward; her claws streak with light. A snap. A crash. Sparks tear open the mist of his flesh. The storm raging in his throat chokes back his words as it rends him apart.
In the heartbeat of a moment, in an eye amidst his agony, one quiet thought murmurs in her voice.
“They will never know your name, love.”
And then there is silence.
The vapor, split in two even wisps, disperses and fades, absorbed by the clean air of the forest. Horoa waves His tail, smoking at the tip, with satisfaction as His Hunters keep their eyes on the very last misty thread. It dissolves, and nothing remains. The Lion curtly nods, growls a chuff, turns and leaps into a gallop, His Titan-like feet hardly touching the ground. His followers race after Him, cheering again, searching for the next danger to protect the Clans from. Light encompasses them, like the sun is swallowing them up.
As they disappear, the forest’s natural light returns, followed by hesitant shadows. The cackle of flames dies, and birdsong carries on again, somewhat confused as to why it stopped. The woods, just for a bit, are beautifully warm with the echo of the sun’s heat.
The world continues on as if they were never there at all.
#warrior cats#redux iterum#iterum#epilogue#chapter#book two#arc one#burning hearts#and thats the book!#thank you all for reading along
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i think theres this idea in the general public that the "best" fanfic gets turned into real books like 50 shades of grey. but the truth is that the best fanfic can never be published as an actual book because its intricately woven into the canon material so its inseparable even if you change the names
#no shade (ha) to 50 shades. ive never actually read it so idk if its good#but imo the idea of creating an au fanfic thats so divorced from the original work is boring! why are you even making a fanfic atp#the only good fanfic is when you can tell the author loves the source material and uses it#the best fanfics ive ever read could never be published as actual books because it wouldnt work without the context of the original story
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i am glad queer representation has drastically improved in my lifetime. because now i can say that i dislike a gay book and not feel like i’m invalidating stonewall
#this is about legends and lattes btw#it would have been life changing ten years ago. but it just isn’t anymore. and thats a good thing!!#nat og#books#1k#2k#5k#10k#15k#20k
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Local PHD student at wizard school HARRASSED!! FOR SHAME!!
#laios touden#falin touden#marcille donato#farcille#arts#dungeon meshi#hello Im back again! to tumblr#also Im pretty shamlessly using beebfreeb 's falin outfit. I like it a lot I think thats how she is#delicious in dungeon#obviously influenced by some other peoples designs of modern designs figured Id put that disclaimer i do love those#i have no idea what the canonicity of laios going to the library is. like. he knows a lot#but i dont know if thats from books necessarily? jsut thought it was funny just pretend its this particualr libraary if that bothers u I gu
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"just as I did, in 1983."
you'd never know my favourite parts of the show are the fucked up insane bits when my first instinct is to draw the cheesiest thing imaginable
#my art#interview with the vampire#iwtv amc#iwtv#armand iwtv#daniel molloy#armand#armandaniel#devils minion#drew this before the finale but idk maybe this is during the unspecified amount of time between armands divorce and daniels press tour#the titian painting doesnt fit at ALL with the timeline btw#i THOUGHT it did bc i assumed 1508 was when armand was turned into a vampire BUT upon reflection thats more likely the year he was born#and even then the painting was made in like 1510 so fuck me i guess. also im foggy on when armand was taken to rome#idk man i havent read the books and i failed art history on two separate occasions i cannot endeavor for accuracy#anyway as much as i love 70s/80s devils minion i have equal love for old man daniel#his cynicism has been tempered by time... refined like a diamond... he dont gaf and bullies his loser vampire and its hilarious#like ''sure yeah fine all these old italian renaissance guys saw ur ethereal otherworldly beauty but literally anybody can see that''#''IM the only mf who gets to experience the incandescent joy of seeing you be a messy idiot''#sidenote trying to make armand look unflattering is impossible u can blame the show for casting the worlds most beautiful man
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The books reveal that Ford is actually a secret partier
(Available as a print on my Etsy Shop)
(wips under cut)
#doctorsiren#gravity falls#the book of bill#billford#journal 3#stanford pines#bill cipher#jheselbraum the unswerving#gravity falls fanart#digital art#my art#procreate#RAHH MY LOVE FOR MAKING MIDCENTURY-STYLE ART AT TIMES CAME IN SUPER HANDY#I think I surprised myself here 😳#(also don’t take this as shipping him and Jhes 😭💀 that’s his space fish mom 😁)#in the book of bill. obviously he and bill get drunk that time#and then in the 3rd journal#it says that after Jhes told him he had the face of the man who would defeat bill (meaning stanley lmao)#he ‘was so excited’ that he and Jhes ‘spent the entire night partying and drinking cosmic sand’#it’s funny bc Jhes is described as speaking with a steely resolve and is very calm#so it’s silly to me to picture her partying haha#I might make this one a print as well bc I really love how it looks#I’ll print it out tomorrow and decide if it’ll work well enough :) if it does I’ll put it on my shop#😭 the bill…his thumb is backwards BUT THATS NOT MY FAULT THATS LITERALLY HOW IT IS IN THE BOOK OF BILL PAGE THAT I REFERENCEDTHIS FROM WAHH#he can do whatever he wants ig
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i need to psychoanalyze him fr .
#book of bill#gravity falls#billford#bill cipher#the book of bill#theraprism#tbob#like theres so much wrong with him i need to put him in a centrifuge#shaking him around like a dog toy and hitting him with hammers. and kissing him but thats not the point#HE MISSES HIMMMMMM#TOXIC YAOI !!!!!
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this is the funniest outcome ever
[Image description: digital art of Bill Cipher, tangled up in electrical wires. He has a nervous expression, as he holds up a ripped wire and says: "Oops!" There's a glitchy effect behind him. End ID.]
#LMAAAAAAAO#gravity falls#bill cipher#the book of bill#the book of bill spoilers#oh! context just in case: its literally just technical difficulties all thats left to do is just wait patiently#remember to drink water! and walk! and stretch and eat! and breath! your body needs it!#i need it!#edit: thank you to anistarrose for the id! and of reminding me that i gotta start getting on them more
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to be loved is to be held!!! print
#mine#cats#i made into. a5 print!!#i will still stock th larger one for now....i lov a5 tho its so nice. so compact#i had a good day today! went into the city and got notebooks and sticker and a poetry book i am going to hvae to read very very slowly#i can beat dyslexia . i can win#it is very cold also. perhaps will hve a bath tomorrow! and do some drawing :3#i hope everyone has a nice evening#if u are wondering how cat is doing he is settling in good ! he keeps clawing at the furniture but hey. thats a cat
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me when the emotionally repressed character is revealed to have had something happen in their childhood that was completely out of their control but changed them in a way they can never come back from
#text!#did post this on twt but this belongs on the crying about characters website#and yeah this is about jarchivist and also marc spector in the mk show#idk it hit me yesterday that they were EIGHT AND NINE!!!!!!! when their respective thing happened and that ruined me#like it wasn't their fault but they think it is!!! GOD!!!!!!!!!!#holds those autistic bi men close to my chest#should've never smoked that shit* (*took my brother to a cave/read that book)#now im irrevocably changed* (*tied to the shittest god possible/destined to be the antichrist)#edit: this is getting a bit of traction so pls know that blorbo tagging and oc tagging is SOOO encouraged#thank you to the person who added the flaming text miles edgeworth thats so funny
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I'm sorry, brother. I'm sorry I let you down.
#song is amsterdam by imagine dragons#ugh so fucking true thats such a good stan song#forgot i made a comic to that once with him..... maybe i should redo it#gravity falls#gravity falls fanart#gf fanart#stanford pines#stanford pines fanart#ford pines#ford pines fanart#grunkle ford#grunkle ford fanart#grunkle stan#weirdmageddon#tbob#the book of bill#disney#disney fanart#fyp#fypage#screenshot redraw#screencap redraw#redraw#rickrackpaddywack
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Holiday Classics
Been thinking about Ford watching the 70s Animated Lord of the Rings Movies... (companion comic to this post!)
#the other two VHS tapes Fidd's is holding are Rankin-Bass' The Hobbit (1977) and Return of the King (1980)! The 70s animated pseudo-trilogy!#A lot of people pointed out on my other lotr 'crossover' post that Ford would have seen the 70s movies!#And i wont lie i entirely forgot they existed. But now i remember i have so many feelings on it okay. Ford my silly LOTR nerd#I dont think he would have seen Bashkis in theaters. far as I can tell it was a VERY limited (likely mostly CA) run in the middle of winter#but Rankin-Bass'? Aired on NBC & ABC. He absolutely woulda watched them or rented a VHS later. Which is why he's most excited by Bashki's#He's just such a nerd. I need him to nerd out. But also lowkey angst on how his single focus on bill/the portal lead#him to neglecting even the small things in life. Like knowing a VHS release of an adaptation of his favourite book series had come out#GF fanart#Gravity Falls#gravity falls comic#Fan art#fanart#fiddleford mcgucket#fiddleford hadron mcgucket#young fiddleford mcgucket#*holds two random VHS tapes in one hand to check Fidd's pose in the 2nd panel makes sense* Well thats mathamatically feasible!#young stanford pines#stanford pines#ford pines#Book of Bill#comic#artists on tumblr#my art#Grunkle ford#fiddauthor#cause Fidds is not talking about the movie there. Well okay he's talking about the portal but He COULD BE TALKING ABOUT- *I am dragged off*
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Psst hey!! Over here!
Fic writers and original story writers are the same!
Writing fanfics doesn't make you any less of a writer!
Yall are just gatekeepers. Stop being assholes. There's room for everyone!
#writeblr#writerscommunity#writers#writers on tumblr#writerslife#writing#writblr#writer things#writerscorner#book blog#fic#fan fiction#fanfic#fan fic writing#fan fic stuff#thats that on that#gabyrels grumbles
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I love this book to death, so here's some things I noticed <3
#hyde being short is quite possibly my favourite thing ever#this isnt me jabbing at the takes that stray from the book#just btw XD#i think thats a big reason why i love it so much is that theres a WEALTH of inspiration that can be taken from the jekyll and hyde trope#theres so much out there i love#that being said#ive been buzzing about jekyll n Hyde recently because of this game that blindsided me with a jekyll n hyde trope#its always fun seeing it out in the wild#as seldom as that is LMAO#if anyones curious though its called vampire therapist and its a character named dr drayne#very cute and very fun game 💕💕#jekyll and hyde#the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde#dr jekyll#mr Hyde#also talking about blindsided by gothic lit blorbos#saw an animated Jekyll and hyde movie at the DOLLARSTORE for 5 smackaroos#easiest 5bucks i ever spent#literally the funniest shiy ive ever seen highly recommend watching it pals#its also on youtube for free and its in that so bad its good category for me
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Many gravity falls fans, circa 2016: OH MY GOD WHY DID MABEL HAND OVER THE RIFT. SHE'S SO DUMB, SHE'S THE WORST, WHY WOULD SHE EVEN DO THAT?! MABEL'S NOT A GOOD PERSON!
Alex Hirsch, circa 2024: **deep inhale**
SHE'S A CHILD OF IMPENDING DIVORCE AND IS GONNA HAVE TO GO BACK TO THAT
#People hated on mabel for YEARS because she (a child) made one irrational choice without us knowing why she did it. WELL YOU KNOW NOW.#ARE YOU HAPPY? SATISFIED? ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?#Yes I am a Mabel apologist. 12 year olds are allowed to be dumb and irrational and make bad choices. Thats the whole point of middle school.#gravity falls#mabel pines#book of bill#book of bill spoilers#gf spoilers#bob spoilers#spoilers
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"they would not fucking look like that" < me looking at canon depiction of the character who in fact looks like that
#sometimes others are wrong#sometimes i just know better#the amount of times it happened especially in comic books like no thats not them
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