#but by the time hes a warrior he has lots of white spotting and only his paws remain all-black so they call him blackfoot

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞

Tonowari listened to his wife’s breathing pattern while laying straight up in bed. He’d been listening for about an hour, waiting for Ronal to fall into a deep sleep before he could sneak off. After a few more snores, he determined it was safe to go. His arm slithered from under his wife’s head and he got up, looking down at her sleeping figure before walking out of the pod.

He made sure to take the unlit path to his destination in case any of the clam members spotted him. They would likely question and possibly even follow him. If anyone caught him, he might as well kiss the respect he has goodbye. He knew that what he was doing was wrong, but he had urges, and Ronal couldn’t satisfy them. 

Tonowari was tired of being perfect all the time, tired of being humble, and treated as an equal. He wanted to be worshiped, he wanted the power to mold someone, to be feared, and respected all in one. That’s why he had you. 

You worked as a scientist for the RDA; the department that focused on Pandora’s sea life specifically. You and your lab partners were tasked to work with the whales…well, Tulkun’s, and analyze the brain matter that had an anti-aging agent for humans. 

The men you worked with fucked up. They angered the Metkayina by killing a na’vi’s spirit sister. After failing to capture the men in the first attack, the na’vi decided to infiltrate the lab and took you all hostage. Tonowari, the leader, killed off the men one by one, but left you.

He didn’t tell Ronal he didn’t kill you, which left you with questions. Especially if only him, and a select few of warriors knew he was keeping a human hostage.

"Why did you do it?"

"I didn't do anything!" You responded fearfully. 

Tonowari glared down at you, shaking his head. His knuckles turned white from gripping his spear too hard.

"Then what is this for." He pulled out a small vial of the golden liquid you kept in your station. 

"That's-...humans...we can use that for our aging, it slows it down."

He inspected the vial again.  "You HAD to kill the tulku to get this little thing?”

"I didn't kill it! I'm against this, really, they are intelligent, beautiful creatures, I opt out of the killing part.”

Tonowari tilted his head. He believed you. Why? 

When he first came for you, you bowed down,surrendering. You already knew what he was there for. You expected him to hurt you or impale you like the other mercenaries in the lab, but no, he just kidnapped you and kept you on a stray boat he’d also taken control of. Somewhere you could breathe properly, under his supervision. 

He noted the way that you apologized between sentences when speaking to him, the way you looked at him with those big, doey, watery eyes. You were indebted to him, and the two of you had a mutual understanding of that. 

Tonowari found himself visiting a lot, making excuses, questioning you about the RDA, until he turned to ask you about your own interests. The sudden changes in his behavior gave you whiplash. Maybe he was realizing he couldn’t get too close to you, but again, he wasn’t trying very hard to fight it. He realized he was emotionally cheating on you about a month into your incarceration, but he didn’t feel guilty about it.

The two of you got closer and closer, until he buttered you up enough to get more…intimate.

He watched in satisfaction as you gagged on his cock. "Take your time." He looked at you through lidded eyes. To be honest, he didn't want you to take your time. He wanted you to continue to struggle to take his length in your mouth. 

Your tiny human mouth was no match for his length, only able to take in his tip and using both hands to make up for the rest. This wasn’t the best sexual intimacy he’s had, but it was something so stimulating seeing you go down on him. Tears streamed from your eyes and the rim of your mouth was soaked in saliva. You looked so dumb to him, and he loved it. He shut his eyes and kept a tight hold on your head as he felt himself coming. He grunted through clenched teeth and spilled into your mouth, sending you back, coughing and choking on the overload of semen.

Tonowari reached for his mask and took a breath of air that was made to keep him stable in environments like this. “On your back, bend your knees.” He commanded.

You did as told, and he shifted with you, looping his index finger around your panties and pulling them down. You let out an embarrassing moan, as he ran his large finger along your folds. It had to be the same size as any male you’d ever been with, maybe even bigger.

He pushed his finger past your folds, causing you to jolt and moan. You gripped at your breasts desperately as he worked his finger in and out of your tight hole. Tonowari had drowned out your moans and looked at your cunt intently, nearly drooling at how you sucked his finger in. If you  were this tight around his single finger, how would you feel around his cock?

Tonowari instinctively curled his finger upwards which caused you to sit up on your elbows, letting out a loud moan. “Fuck! Wari-” He pulled his finger out of you with a popping sound and you whined from the sudden emptiness.

He pulled you on top of him, looking up at you with narrowed eyes. “Turn around.”

You did as told, turning around so he could have a good view of your ass. He groaned and unclipped his loincloth, springing free behind you. You looked back nervously, hands on his thighs as you waited for him to give you the next instruction.

He squeezed your ass, warmth covering your entire cheek as he gripped at the flesh. He then pulled it aside to expose both your entrances to him. He groaned at the sight and allowed his length to rest on your ass.

You wanted to tell him to be gentle, but you knew he enjoyed having his way with you. It was a power thing for Tonowari, and he wasn’t giving that up so easily. 

“I'll go easy on you tonight.”

You were sidetracked by his statement, fully expecting him to fuck you.

“But-”

“I haven't trained you properly.” He sat up and placed a kiss on your spine, between your shoulder blades.

“Wouldn't be noble of me to just force myself in.”

You took a breath of relief, closing your eyes as he rubbed his finger along your folds again. You moaned softly, letting out a whimper when he prodded at your hole. You let out a yell as he pushed his finger inside, smirking as the sounds of pleasure filled his ears once again. 

“I'll have to train you.” He tilted his head,  working his finger in and out. “Want another?”

“Mhm. I want another!” You whimpered. Tonowari flicked at your clit before slowly worming his middle finger into your hole. Tonowari held you in place as you jerked forward, practically running away from his fingers.

He continued pumping his fingers in and out. Leaking a bit himself, seeing a ring form around his fingers. It would take at least 3 fingers for you to even think about taking his dick.

This regime would continue for a week or so, until you finally fit that third finger inside. 

He was ecstatic.

Ronal didn’t know what was up with her husband's sudden glow, but he was more attentive to clan duties, that's for sure. Tonowari already had a date planned in his head for the day he would officially claim you as his.

You were already his, and he knew that by the way you looked at him with glossy eyes when he came to see you. You were wrapped around his finger, and he took pride in finally feeling like a man. 

Tonowari came late one night. Later than usual, but it's not like you were keeping track.

He moved around the boat silently, taking off his armor, then untying his loincloth. You got eager and began removing your clothes but he turned and held up his hand.

“I’ll do it.”

You laid back as he crawled over you, working your underwear down and leaving your bottom half bare under him. He moved his hand down and began stroking himself between your folds. You bit your bottom lip and moaned softly, looking up at him with a pleading look. 

Once he was satisfied with how wet you were, he moved to push his length inside of you. 

“Oh god!” You grunted and threw your head back. Even though the past few nights you got accommodated to three of his fingers, you still felt a burning stretch as he pushed inside. He was also unbelievably long, which added on to the circuit of pain coursing through your bottom half.

“I took my time training you.” He placed a kiss to the back of your ear. “You can take it.” He encouraged. “We were patient so you can learn to take it, hm?” You looked down with tears welling in your eyes, but you nodded. You looked down to see a slight bulge in your belly, clearly from his invasion of space. 

Tonowari closed his eyes, took hold of your hips, and began thrusting slowly. You were painfully tight. Not even Ronal had him straining like this. You were molded to him, fit like a glove. 

“Wari- I-, Fuck!” You couldn’t even form a sentence while he was inside of you. You were addicted, to the pain, to the sweat, to the expression on his face as he fucked you slowly. It was obvious that he wanted to be rough with you, but he was a patient man, and he suppressed his own urges to please you.

“I'm gonna-” He panted.

He didn’t even finish his sentence. You knew he was coming by the way his moans got breathier and wimpy. You let out a squeal as you felt his liquid seep inside of you. You felt full, full and warm. He felt slightly embarrassed from how fast he finished, but he wouldn’t show that. This was weeks in the making. 

Tonowari held himself up, panting and opening his eyes. You trembled under him, pressing at his pelvis in hopes he would pull out. He let out an exasperated sigh and pulled out of you slightly, before turning you to your side and pushing back into you, to cockwarm him.

You expected a lot when you accepted the job on another planet, but you certainly didn’t expect this. 

[sapphicseasapphire]

ok, so, this has been bugging me for a bit today, but, what was Sky's reaction to when he first met Warriors? like there's got to be a strong emotion there given that Fi is also a sword spirit.

so yeah, I'm just wondering what you have planed for that.

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(also great artwork it's absolutely stunning and looks really yummy)

((dont question it))

SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO RESPOND TO THIS, I HAD TO DRAW IT.

(Lore under the cut. Sorry, I have a lot to say about this haha)

Sky’s reaction when he first meets Warriors? Awe.

They find Wars last- or, well, they find his sword. The others are notably confused because they were looking for the hero. The temple that they were led to is completely empty except for a single sword atop a pedestal. Surely their lead was wrong- this can’t be it. Maybe this is the hero’s blade? And he will return to the temple? Or is this just the wrong spot entirely?

While the others are arguing with each other about what to do next, Sky steps up to the blade. It’s… a lot fancier than the ones that the heroes are accustomed to. Gems are inlaid into the guard, fabric is woven around the grip in a familiar pattern. There are diamonds that run down the blade and a piece of blue fabric is tied around the ring of the pommel. This level of decoration is not usually suited for a sword to be wielded in battle. In fact, the only sword that he’s known to be this beautiful and but also effective is currently strapped at his side. As Sky walks closer, he can see the blade glow unnaturally, and his voice echoes through the temple:

“It’s a Sword Spirit,” he’d say, reaching out to the blade but not touching. Not yet.

There’s a mix of emotions when Sky looks upon the blade. He’s relieved, for he had feared that Sword Spirits had been forgotten entirely. His heart aches at the cold weight of Fi at his side, empty and quiet where she used to be full of life. It’s good, he thinks, to see a new sword shine so bright. He’s a little afraid, he’d admit, since he has unsavory memories of a different Sword Spirit. Phantom hands at his shoulders, tongue at his ear, black blades arcing in the air.

Still, Sky can’t repress the way his heart leaps in excitement, a smile at his lips, even as his hand falters in the air. Another Sword Spirit, here, right in front of him. Another opportunity to make things right, to fix things. Oh, how he misses Fi.

“This is the hero we’re looking for.”

And the others would approach, their curiosity piqued by the reverent tone of Sky’s voice. (Note that Sky had just joined them about two-ish days ago? He was the second to last to meet the Chain, the last being Wars).

No one else has met a Sword Spirit before, not even Wild or Time (who, at this point, everyone thinks is a spirit), so they’re all a bit hesitant to accept Sky’s words at face value. Sky explains that he’s met Sword Spirits before, that the Master Sword herself is a spirit. Puzzle pieces click into place but they still need more convincing. They’ll believe that Sky’s correct: that the sword in the pedestal is indeed a Sword Spirit, but they don’t agree that it’s the hero that they’re looking for.

At least, not until the spirit bursts from his sword in a flash of white light, floating in the air as Fi had done so long ago. The eight heroes stand, eyes wide, before the glowing metallic figure. Sky could cry in at the joy he feels as the spirit utters his first words to them:

“Hello, Masters.”

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• Sky inherently trusts everything that Wars says because he trusted Fi. Fi didn’t lie, she was always helpful, and she told him exactly what he needed to hear every single time, even if he didn’t like it. She was calculating and intelligent and Sky (well… Link) could not have survived on the Surface without her. He trusted her with his life. Sky has no reason to think that Wars would ever lie to him, either. Especially in the early days, when he’s more robotic and less human. And so, he trusts Wars to always be honest.

• This will totally definitely 100% not be a problem guys, I promise. Wars would never lie to Sky about something dangerous. And it totally would never result in Sky getting hurt. And it’s definitely not why Wars looks so upset in the sketches I did yesterday. You can trust me. I promise.

• Sky and Wars talk a lot about Fi. Wars is curious about her, since he’s met her before in his own era and doesn’t know what happened to her. So Sky would explain that she went to sleep after his first adventure, and Wars would stare at him blankly.

“Sword Spirits do not necessitate sleep, Master.”

“I-” Sky would look away, something terribly vulnerable in his eyes. His voice would be sad and quiet as he continued: “I know.”

• I know I’ve talked about this before, but Sky is the most knowledgeable about Wars. He understands. And so his interactions with Wars are a lot easier for the Sword Spirit than with the others. The others don’t like being called “Master.” They don’t like the matter-of-fact way he talks, how he calculates every sentence before speaking it, how he uses percentages and simulations to back up his arguments. (How he always wins arguments). And Sky doesn’t necessarily like these things either, but he’s always patient. Always gentle. He allows Wars to call him “Master” because he understands how much Wars needs it. When Wars goes off on tangents and describes every bit of data he can think of, Sky sits and listens and they talk and it’s just so easy. Sky is probably Wars’ favorite, just for that.

• The REASON that Sky is so supportive of Wars goes back to the one thing that drives him through literally everything in his life: guilt. He said goodbye to Fi much too soon. She was just starting to open up, to feel and express her emotions, when their time ran out. He never got to know the person she’d end up to be, and he’s not making that same mistake again with Warriors.

I think I’ve talked about this before? How when Sword Spirits are young, they talk robotically and don’t express themselves, but as they mature and are around more people, they kind of adopt their traits and become a more well rounded person? Fi, for example was only around for what? A few months? Ghirahim had thousands of years to develop. That’s the difference between “According to your social customs, I should provide you with my personal designation. Fi is the name I was given,” and “You may call me Ghirahim. In truth, I very much prefer to be indulged with my full title: Lord Ghirahim. But I'm not fussy."

Sky wants to see Wars grow in the way that he never got to see Fi. He wants to know Wars. Not just as a spirit, but as a friend.

[queentala]

Fenrys bedroom headcanons

Fenrys Moonbeam x reader

Oh gods I finally wrote something!!!! 🥳 Ugh, it feels so good. You can see the variety of my emotions while writing those headcanons, going from poetic, through obsessed, to being absolutely done, and then to feeling cute. And also great shout out to @juulle987 that gave me some ideas, kept me motivated and entertained today. This post is dedicated to you, baby ❤️ Anyway, I hope you enjoy this 🥰

Words: slightly over 3k

Warnings: no spoilers wanted so just be aware of a lot of nsfw content

Even though the smart mouth, charming smile, effortless way of being, or simply the pretty face, might cause various spicy inklings and rumors about the White Wolf's abilities in bedroom, (which, pretty much always are at least partially accurate), there is a lot more than just youngish yearning and playfulness underneath his skin. After all, many might know that the beautiful warrior had his persistent spot in Queen Maeve's bed, only few, however, that he did not cherish this "privilege", as she called it.

There is just… so much darkness in Fenrys' soul, that it is impossible to save any aspect of his life from the pain it brings, especially when the said aspect is directly connected to the source of his trauma. 

So no, Fenrys is not the always horny and kinky sex god we make him out to be. 

Okay he is. 

But at least not at the beginning, or even the halfway of the long journey of trying to overcome the demons that haunt him. 

It's going to take a while for him to open up. To trust you. 

Now, most of sa victims are not fond of touch, which is understandable as it triggers the bad memories. But I do think Fenrys would very much need and crave physical contact with his mate/beloved. Especially the soft and comforting type, the one that resumes him that he is loved and sets his skin on fire at the same time. 

It's just that with Maeve he didn't get to experience the featherlike softness which every lover's fingers should have, nor the addicting feeling of trying to grasp as much of each other as possible. And when he finally does, it's like a painkiller for his soul. 

Believe me when I say that Fenrys cannot get enough of your hands in his hair, chests pressed against each other, legs tangled under the sheets… It's not the verbal yes that he gives you when you take off his shirt, but the way he's pressing his cheek into your palm as you caress his face that keeps you going. He's not good with words. How could he when there's a lump in his throat as emotion overtake his ability to make a sound? So instead he lets his body speak. 

At first the sex is soft and intense, full of small gasps, long kisses and sweet words whispered against each other's skin. It's more about just being close to each other than the actual pleasure; the beautiful feeling of getting lost in each other, feeling of security sugared with the bliss caused and boosted by every stroke against the most intimate parts belonging only to the two of you. 

Holding hands also appears to be an important deal for Fenrys; a physical visualization of the trust and safety he feels while in your presence. It definitely adds intimacy, which he very much craves, to the moment and overall is a really sweet gesture that just naturally feels right. 

He always finds a way to connect your palms, no matter the position he has you in, and not even once it failed to work as the motion always turns out sweet, sexy or goofy and either way it's just amazing. 

And even decades into your relationship, when his trauma is just a blurry memory appearing in his nightmares from time to time, holding hands is as important as it was at the beginning of your shared journey. 

Another form of intimacy that Fenrys adores, is morning, cuddly sex. Or in general just cuddly, sleepy sex as we know this guy likes to take a nap during the day. 

It's slow and sloppy, with eyes still closed and face buried in each other's chest or neck, warm covers enveloping and keeping you safe in the small bubble of just you two, free from all the worries of the day. 

It is such a wholesome moment that lets you be close even in the most vulnerable state, plus the atmosphere is so sweet and cozy… Oh and I just know that Fenrys gets all sensitive then, too lost in the feeling to even care and keep the veneer of having some control over his body. 

He. Is. Such. A. Moaner.

Fenrys is vocal, never even trying to muffle the sounds YOU'RE pulling out of him. It feels so divine, so why would he keep it to himself? 

At first it's low grunts and hisses, slipping out of his mouth mindlessly as you clutch him so tightly and good, slowly turning into moans, each louder than the previous one, more desperate, as he's nearing his release. The sweet noises falling right into your ear, broken from time to time by a curse when the pleasure gets overwhelming. 

Now keep in mind that all this happens when he's the one on top, so when he's trying to keep himself together. 

I don't think Fenrys would be into the dom/sub dynamics due to his trauma; neither being at someone's mercy nor having someone absolutely helpless underneath really appeals to him. However, the top/bottom thing absolutely does appear in your bedroom. 

Being under Maeve's command for a century, it's rather reasonable that Fenrys would like to be a top and have control over the situation. (I even had a discussion with someone about this on my blog if you'd like to read more into it.) So while neither of you have more or less power over the other during sex, most of the time it's Fenrys that initiate, choose and control things. 

However, I'm a firm believer that Fenrys is a switch.

So with the right person and after the right amount of time, he would give up the control without any worries. And that's when you meet his absolutely new side. 

Like I already hinted, Fenrys gets sensitive and it doesn't take much for him to fall apart. Whether you're riding him, or working your hand or mouth along his length, his moans always somehow get louder and more desperate. 

And oh boy, try to edge him a little bit, and you get two outcomes.

One: you just turned on his playful mode and now he's going to pay you back with twice as much.

Two: he's falling into total submission and gets all whiny, begging you to let him cum because your hand on him feels so good and he can't take it anymore, but you keep teasing him, telling him that only good puppies get to cum and I'm jqhwjhwj 🥴😩

But anyway, back to playful Fenrys.

Of course having so many bad memories with sex, he tries his best to make it as pleasurable and comfortable experience as possible, both for you and him. 

And you know Fenrys, always with mischief in his eye and snarky comments ready for any occasion… I'm afraid his attitude in the bedroom doesn't differ too much. 

He is definitely the type of person to crack the most random joke in the middle of the fun, or stop and collapse into giggles at the weird sound either of you made or when the new position doesn't work quite like it should. 

Do I even have to mention all the dirty jokes he'd come up with? And you know it's not only you that hears them but the whole court. I swear everybody is so effin fed up with them yet it seems like Fenrys, the unbothered king of annoying his decayed ex comrades, comes up with a new joke every time he cums. 

(which is a lot cause the boy's sensitive as fuck but about that later)

He calls you his muse at this point as you're the reason behind most of them.

And if you can imagine Fenrys being playful during sex, then imagine what happens before. Because half of the time it's the tickling sessions that get you into the bedroom, starting as harmless fun and ending up with clothes scattered on the floor and sheets that definitely need to be changed after you're done. 

However I would be surprised hadn't it worked the other way around as well, as if you don't see lighthearted sex with Fenrys turning into a tickling fight then you clearly don't know him. 

Since we're talking about getting started… Fenrys loves you and sex with you, and ya know, you're not just some lover but his beloved, a person truly dear to him. So most of the time he'd want to do everything properly. That's why I dare say he is the king of foreplay. 

Fenrys knows perfectly how to get you into the mood, whether it be more giggly or sexy. He knows all your sensitive places, knows where to kiss and where to bite, what turns you on. 

Of course he enjoys quickies as well, every moment with (in) you is priceless. But why would he narrow himself to doing the bare minimum before entering you when he could have you squirting and begging for his cock?

I already said it in my previous headcanons, and Fenrys said it himself; his tongue is his best feature. So who am I to argue with him? 

This man. Is so fucking amazing at oral, that there's no enough words in the world to describe it. 

He just loves eating you out; love your taste, love the way you're arching and love the sound of your moans. He can spend hours, (and I really do believe I'm not overreacting), slowly drawing his tongue up and down your entrance, eyes closed in pleasure at the way your arousal feels on his lips. 

He absolutely outdoes himself in those moments, making sure no inch of yours is left without his attention. Kissing the soft flesh of your thighs, palms exploring the well known shape of your hips and waist as he fucks you little cunt; switching between your hole and clit, treating one with his lips while his fingers take care of the other. 

Start pulling at his hair and it only keeps him going. 

Just the sight of you falling apart under his touch is enough to leave him hard and ready. (Although, am I the only one that thinks he could cum by just eating you out…? He defo could, couldn't he?)

And just as much as he loves giving, he loves receiving. I already said that Fenrys gets whiny and sensitive when you're on your knees. He'd definitely fist your hair and watch in awe with mouth slightly open how you take his length, too hipnotised by the sight to be aware of the way his body reacts or the sounds slipping from between his lips.

He can hold himself for a pretty long time, but I do believe he wouldn't have any problems with cumming within minutes, especially when you're the one working on him. 

Fenrys might not be the horniest person at the beginning. Like I already said, demons of the past do take a toll on him. But as the years pass by, and with your love that makes him stronger with each day, I think I can say this guy is very much able to find any excuse to have sex. 

Whether it be a few minutes break before one meeting and another, an especially colder day, or just a very beautiful night, Fenrys can and will try to get you to bed as often as possible. 

Oh and I bet he wakes up with a boner almost every morning. Don't ask me why because I don't know, it's just a feeling that he does. What I know, though, is that there's no way he'd handle it himself when you're laying by his side 😏. 

There are three ways to solve this and he's not going to complain either way. 

Feeling comfortable, Fenrys is the first one to experiment and try new things. As long as it doesn't harm either of you, and doesn't trigger any bad memories, he's down for whatever you propose. 

After all, sex is all about fun and pleasure, so why not find as many ways to do so as possible? 

Actually the only things that he is strongly against would be degrading and bondage, besides that he's willing to give everything else a try.

Those that read my previous headcanons will most likely recall the fabulous white, fluffy tail plug and wolf/dog ears to match. 

And as much as I consider my previous hcs a disaster, this is something I stand my ground on. What's more, I do believe Fenrys would be absolutely and thoroughly into roleplays and dressing ups. AND I DARE YOU TO TELL ME I'M WRONG. You can't. 

It's sexy and goofy at the same time, and given that these two adjectives are literally Fenrys' life motto…

He'd love to have you in doggy as you wear the plug, or even more, pressed against the kitchen counter as you decided to wear it (only it) while making him breakfast. Or when you ride him wearing a sexy cowgirl outfit, bouncing on his cock with tits falling out of the tight unbuttoned shirt, tied under your breast. Would he chase you with a lasso through the house before that? You already know the answer. 

And do I even have to mention Fenrys in the play boy or maid costume?

This man is such a teaser. It goes all the way from leaving small kisses and little touches all over your body for the whole day, to purposely slowing down the peace of his thrusts. 

He'd also strip for you. Painfully slowly taking off each piece of clothing as you watch him with lips watering (I'm talking about both types 👀). And had you shown any type of impatience, he would turn it against you and call you desperate for him, as if he's not taking so long for this exact purpose. 

But when Fenrys finally does crawl his naked frame over you, he makes sure to make all this waiting worth it. He worships you like no one else ever could, touching and kissing every inch of skin he can find, devouring the sight below him with eyes blown with desire, words of admiration slipping out of his mouth like sparks out of bonfire. 

Words might not hold such powerful meaning as actions, but it doesn't make them any less important for Fenrys. Not only does he use every chance he gets to compliment you, more than once not even realizing it, smothering you with praises and pet names whether it be in lovesick awe or overwhelmed with pleasure, but craves to hear those sweet words fall from your mouth directed to him.

He seeks your attention and admiration like a puppy, melting in your palms as you pamper him with love. 

My man is not big on sharing. Even though I'd love to believe that he agrees to bring another person to your bedroom from time to time, especially a man as I whole believe that he is bisexual, I think it would be rather a rarity. Well, he's not interested in other women when you're the only one he needs and wants, and also it would take a lot of time and reassurance for him to share you with another man. But once you talk it through… Dorian would be more than willing, that's for sure. 

Oh, I had some trouble deciding whether he is a boobs or ass guy, and Julle solved within seconds saying that he's both. And yeah, I do see that. 

Fenrys would love sleeping with his face in your breasts, or play with them as you're laying in bed with a book, not paying attention to him so he has to entertain himself. And he loves sucking at your titties, trying to get you to orgasm just by that. 

But at the same time he would waste no opportunity to slap your butt as he walks past or fucking you from behind. Nor would he complain as you sit on his face with full weight. 

Ah and how could I forget? What's a better way to worship your pussy than filling it with cum? Watching his cock slide out white from how full of him you are, seeing his seed leak out and drip down your thighs? 

You know he's trying to put as many puppies in you as he can. 

And as a cherry on top I can offer you naked domestic Fenrys. It is a good thing that he's comfortable, of course it is, however, once he does, he doesn't differ much from a toddler. Run after him with pants all you want, he's not going to put them on, parading through the whole house in all the glory. 

But honestly? Is it so bad? I mean, people pay big money for less effective views, so I wouldn't complain and feast my eyes all I can. 

In this long as toilet paper essay, we came to the conclusion that sex with Fenrys can be sexy, funny, intense, loving and hundreds of other kinds. But what is one thing that they all have in common? ✨ Aftercare ✨ (you can see I'm losing my shit here? Sorry, I'm just tired, maybe I'll rewrite this part tomorrow)

After the fun is over, no matter how long or hard it was, Fenrys will always make sure you're okay before doing anything else. It is his priority to help you come down after your high, asking if you need anything whether it be water, a helpful hand in getting cleaned, a bath or simply snuggles. 

And though he'd never expect from you anything you cannot give, it makes his heart flutter when you do the same thing for him. So maybe ask if he's okay, or play with his hair as he's falling asleep, whispering praises against his forehead, and it would definitely make him happier. 

Fenrys is an amazing lover, thoughtful and passionate, open minded and big on boundaries. He can offer you the whole world and crawl out of his skin to bring you pleasure, and still stop without a second thought when you say no. And he does expect the same thing from you.

Because at the end of the day, consent is the sexiest thing you can give him.

[ramp-it-up]

To Renounce and to Claim

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced! Reader

Summary: A world where you and Bucky can be happy is seemingly only what dreams are made of. Until you complete your mission.

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. S MUT! Read at your own risk. Curate your own experience. Pining, low self esteem, two idiots in love, Bucky in Wakanda, the White Wolf, skinny dipping, eye fucking, sex in public, sex in a river, loss of "virginity", size kink, pleasurable pain with sex, raw sex, oral sex, pulling out, cum play. Feelings of loss, (the death of T'Challa is implied) implied loss of child, feelings of revenge. Google translate Hausa and Russian.

Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

A/N: This is the second in the Bucky Barnes and the Summer Soldier series. White Wolf Bucky, liberties taken with the MCU cannon and timeline. The following terms are from google translate in Hausa: Masoyi- my love; ina son ku- I love you; ina son ku kuma- I love you too. Kulkoka- Doll in Russian. Other terms defined in text.

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Wakanda, 2017

The first time you saw Bucky Barnes, you wanted to destroy him.

You, and everyone you knew, thought that he’d assassinated your king, T’Chaka.

The pictures of the masked metal-armed man which was circulated among the Dora were mesmerizing to you. The blue eyes above the black mask seemed to stare into your soul. They were menacing, determined, yet with a hint of something else that had you transfixed.

You kept your eyes on the images long past the ending of the briefing and you were still seated with the holo-pad when everyone else stood to go.

When Okoye called for you, the other Doras quirked their mouths, the loudest their merriment would go in the mixed company of civilians, royalty, and military.

Zola confronted you about it months later, when Barnes was granted asylum in Wakanda.

“I want to talk to you about your feelings for the Winter Soldier.”

You stared at your former Captain, incredulous.

Bast, this woman did not forget a thing.

“I know not of which you speak, Mistress. I was studying his photos to see if I could spot a weakness, so as to kill him easily. Now that he has the king’s protection, I will follow orders.”

You kept your posture rigid and eyes straight ahead as she regarded you. Your training was over, but she knew you better than your mother in the river valley; you’d certainly been with her longer.

“That is the correct answer, child.”

You did not dare mention that you had not been a child for years. You kept your disrespect in your head. Not that it mattered.

“I know what you are thinking. That you are a full grown woman, a warrior. But if you do not want to put all of that in jeopardy, you will be careful. Do not let him into your head.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You should have listened better, for after he arrived, the Winter Soldier was not only in your head; he was in your heart. The chaos a smile from James Barnes could create inside you would cause your father to send you to the Jabari if you were still his ward.

You chilled Bucky to the bone from the first moment he laid eyes on you; you were so regal and so strong. You were different than any other human he’d ever met.

The second he introduced himself and your beautiful lips tilted into a frown and said, “What by Bast, is a Bucky?” you were firmly entrenched in his soul.

Neither of you felt you could be honest, you because of duty and he because he felt like an incomplete shadow of a man. Bucky had a lot of work to do. And he set about the work of healing, mentally and physically with a singular focus. Becoming worthy of you was one of his primary goals and you didn’t realize it.

The day Wakanda celebrated James Barnes and gave him a new name was the beginning of the end.

For the better part of the previous year, James Barnes had been just a man. A man that you squared off with when he first arrived, a man that you watched with pity as he broke down, then listened to with sympathy, talked to with candor, trained with intensity, and eventually broke bread with trust.

Now that man was your abokin kirki, your good friend. And also the White Wolf, practically a member of the royal family.

And, like the stealthiest of adversaries, the romantic feelings caught up to you quickly and without warning. You were astonished at how you felt when you saw the way that he looked at Nareema during the Royal celebration for him. You were devastated that he could look at another in that way and more than that, disappointed in yourself.

The fact that you’d fallen for your friend was something that you vowed never to admit or act upon. Sacrifice was your duty. Your feelings didn’t matter even if they were requited. Barnes was healing, and thus did not have time to focus on frivolous emotion.

Your job, as commanded by T'Challa, was to assist him through this period, and bid him goodbye when the time came.

What you purposefully ignored was how he had acted toward you. James sought you out, how he waited for you to come back from missions and training exercises, always with your favorite dishes prepared. Cooking was a hobby that he had undertaken to help calm his mind. And he was quite good at it.

You also disregarded the way Bucky looked at you, the way his eyes changed when you were in full combat gear, and the way his bow deepened as you walked by.

Or rather, you only thought about it when you were alone in your bed at night.

You should never have taken him to your favorite spot along the river the day after the celebration and allowed him to skinny dip with you. You told yourself it was just a private celebration between comrades; it was common among friends of the River Tribe, males and females naked before one another with no illicit thought. But this was different.

The way that you and James stared at each other from opposite banks as you lay in the sun after frolicking like children was dangerous. Your eyes avoided his, but you drank the rest of him in, from the new arm, to the scars on his chest, to the water drops dripping down his skin onto the river bank. His large cock was at rest, but it was long and thick, and you could imagine what it would be like if it were awakened.

You stared innocently at his manhood while something inside you alighted.

James’ eyes were upon you, from your captivating eyes, to those alluring lips, to the water running in rivulets between your beautiful breasts. He’d always admired your body, remembering every curve and toned muscle late at night and early in the morning when he was alone. The lust inside of him wanted you, but so did the love.

His eyes sought out yours, and when you finally returned his gaze, he guessed that perhaps you shared his feelings. Sensing his awareness, you again looked at his body, studying him as if he were predator, or prey.

Your boldness was alluring, and the fact that you were sitting, legs akimbo, so that he could clearly see the folds made Bucky feel the need to go into the river again to hide his arousal.

You joined him without thinking, your heart trying to break free from your ribs. You were afraid. For the first time, you felt truly afraid as your instinct drew you closer to him.

James’ hair was in his eyes, similar to the first time you saw him in those pictures all those months ago. And yet it was different this time. This time you knew that he would be your undoing.

You reached up to smooth his hair back, and he grabbed your wrist, pulling you close to him, your nipples conducting electricity with his wet skin and his cock pounding on your belly.

“Bari in tafi James. Let me go.”

“Da gaske kike so na? Do you really want me to?”

James pulled your hand to his mouth, his lips grazing your palm and up your arm. Your other hand flew up to strike him and he caught it with his vibranium one and twisted it behind you.

You were shocked, but not at him; you were surprised at your reaction. You could have easily gotten out of his hold, you were a skilled fighter.

But you didn’t want to.

“Do you mean to take me like some common karuwa?”

James spoke as his satin lips tasted your skin.

“Stop fighting the inevitable. You know that I hold you in the highest regard. You are not a whore, you are masoyi.”

James’ mouth had reached your shoulder and as he spoke you turned your head toward him as you whispered, terrified.

“You do not mean th-”

Bucky cut you off with his mouth upon yours. You whimpered in his grip and yielded when his tongue insisted entry to meet yours.

You stood in the river, James Barnes’ fingers massaging your scalp, drowning in his kiss. You moved closer to him, throwing your arms up to caress the muscles in his back, your fingers following the traces of water down his torso.

When the kiss was over, your head was spinning.

“What is it you want, soyayya ta? If I have offended you, I will leave Wakanda and never return. I-”

This time you cut him off with a kiss of your own, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his waist, grinding against his cock which was trapped between your core and his belly. James’ hands cupped your ass and as he did so, he groaned. He’d wanted to touch you this way as soon as he saw you, but he’d never dared. He respected you too much.

This time when you separated, you gave him direction.

“The rocks over there on the river bank.”

You pointed behind him to where he lay moments before.

“There. Take me James, over there.”

James turned around in the water, careful not to let the weakness he felt for you, nor the river current cause him to lose his footing. When he made it to the riverbank he deposited you gently on the sun-warmed rocks.

You leaned up on your elbows as James remained half in the water looking up into your eyes.

“Do you really want me James?”

He nodded.

“I do. More than just about anything.”

He picked up your hand and kissed your palm again.

“I have dreamed of this for so long. Tell me that you want me to, masoyi.”

You nodded.

“I want you, James. Ina son ku.”

Bucky beamed.

“Ina son ku kuma.”

And just like that, you were promised to each other, on the banks of your river beneath the Wakandan sun.

You kissed again, the act feeling like a sacrament, heating both of you beyond inhibition. His mouth, his hands, even his eyes on you were alerting all of your senses, because he was everywhere, and all at once. Your hands moved to keep up with him, your ardor overtaking you while you experienced his. Everywhere he touched, bit, suckled and stroked built the fires within you.

Bucky’s hand found your clit and teased it briefly before plunging a thick finger tip inside you. You bit your lip as you wantonly moved your hips.

“I’ve been waiting to do this for a long time, James. Need you.”

“You’ve no idea how much I want to be with you, too, kulkoka, but I don’t want to hurt you…”

James’ flesh hand was moving, stroking your walls as if he owned you, but your face heated at the knowledge of what he meant.

One night around the fire, he let you get drunk on some Border Tribe wine and you’d told him that you’d never been with a man. Not that you were a virgin, whatever that meant, but that sex with a man was something you hadn’t done.

Now you boldly stared at him in his mountain-ice blue eyes.

“I am a warrior James. I can handle it.”

James smirked and tilted his head as his fingers sank into your silken folds, readying you for his intrusion.

“Is that so?”

“Y-yes. I want you inside me…”

Your head lolled back on your shoulders, your shut eyelids glowing red with the sun.

“Mmmmmm, I want that too, Doll.. but I need to see you cum. Right now.”

James climbed down your body, pulling your thighs to the end of the rocks as he went. Your ass ended up in his hands and you leaned up on your elbows to watch him work. You spread your legs for him as his head dipped to your cunt.

James obtained eye contact as he delicately licked your slit from top to bottom and then stopped, watching as your eye opened, blazing as you silently demanded more by pushing his head down harder.

“Eat your meal, Sargent.”

“Yes, Lieutenant.”

You never let him forget that you outranked him, but he saucily winked as he went down and let his smile curl into your wetness.

As Bucky held you in two hands like a bowl and ate you like a man starved, you pulled his hair, which only spurred him on more. He would lick and then look at your pussy, pause, look you in the eyes, and then suck your clit until you were seeing stars. He continued until he could feel you clenching on his tongue. He suckled you and you trembled at how his lips looked wrapped around you. You squirmed until he had to hold you down so you couldn’t run from your orgasm.

“Give it to me. Now.”

Although you outranked him, your body obeyed his command.

You gasped as your mouth opened into a silent “O”, but you eventually didn’t care as you let out a wail with your climax.

Bucku suckled you through it, drawing out more pleasure and grinning when your pulses subsided.

When you were cognizant again, you reached for his member.

James Barnes was a model of a man, long and girthy, you could barely close your fist around him. His large glistening head projected out of the foreskin of his warm, thick and tan shaft. He felt so good in your grip, the veins that weaved around him making you crave that texture inside you. You had the curious urge to take his large balls into your mouth as your hand caressed him.

The effect of your action upon him was lost on you until you heard a groan, and you tore your eyes away from his glorious manhood to look up.

He was beautiful, looking at you with hooded eyes, hands on your thighs as he let you explore him, but obviously holding back. You could see his muscles tense as if ready to spring. With that knowledge, you leaned back as he gathered your thighs into his large hands. You knew that your arousal was leaking onto the rocks and that was confirmed at the way James looked between your legs and licked his lips.

“Take me James, I’m yours.”

“Be certain of what you’re saying, Doll.”

James lifted your leg to his shoulder and kissed from your ankle to your knee, causing you to shiver, then repeated the action with your other one. He then placed his hands on your waist as he moved close, the tip of his cock slotting into our wet, pulsing hole.

You whined as James stayed still, questioning you with his eyes.

“Please. James, I need you.”

Bucky swallowed and nodded, looking almost afraid.

“I got you, masoyi.”

Slowly, James moved forward, pushing inside you until you began to whimper. He stopped, not wanting to hurt you.

You never expected this sensation, the burning, the stretch, but you knew you were not ready for it to end.

You nodded up at him.

“More.”

You remembered your regulation exercises and used them to relax. James’s cock felt so damn good, but it was a lot to take. He was ruining you from any other feeling and could tell when he looked into your lust blown eyes. His gaze roamed your entire body to take in this moment forever and to keep himself calm. He wanted to take you roughly and immediately, but he loved you too much to ever hurt you.

You moaned as the pleasure from him filling you began to overtake the pain. When he was finally seated as full as he could, passion overtook you and you began to move.

James grabbed you harder to still your hips, trying to hold back.

“I want you to fuck me James!”

With that Bucky growled and climbed up on the rock, knees giving leverage to his hips, which snapped into yours once and stopped when you yelped.

“Easy Doll, don’t want to… damn…you feel so fucking good… so right… hmmm.”

James’ mouth explored your neck and torso, finally worshiping your nipples. You wrapped your legs around his hips, hands in his hair and whispering into his ear.

“Bast! I will not break, White Wolf. Claim me. Make me yours!”

Bucky leaned up and wrapped his hand around your throat as he began to honor your request. He was now pounding into you so hard that your body, and you swore the rock beneath you, rippled.

You moaned loudly as pain turned into pleasure and your body started to tremble. Bucky’s display of power over you had your eyes rolling back into your head.

“Thaats it. So fucking beautiful. I’m.. not gonna… fuck I’m gonna…I need you to…”

Bucky’s other hand found your clit and you let out a string of river tribe curses as you exploded around his cock.

“Holy…”

Bucky pumped about three more times and he exploded as well, pulling out in time to leave a string of pearls from your clit to your collarbone as he released all over you. You trembled as his hot spend seemed to sizzle on your sun warmed body. You watched him attempt to empty everything for you and then reached for him, instinctively sitting up to suck the rest out of him. Bucky looked down on you and shuddered, palming your head as you cleaned him off.

He reached down to play in the cum that decorated your body as you lay back on the warm rock. Then, he picked you up and took you back into the river, tenderly cleaning you off while covering you with kisses.

“I am going to meet with T’Challa. I need you to be my wife and have my babies as soon as possible.”

____

You woke up with a start and tears in your eyes, the noise outside coming through the fog in your head as Amsterdam’s red light district.

You felt a deep loss. For your King, your people, your home.. your husband.

Your child.

You slowly sat up from your sleeping bag, and shuffled to the bathroom to clean your face.

As you looked into the mirror, you vowed that you would be back with your husband…as soon as you killed the power broker.

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[elyrch]

Dating Caspian the Merman (OC)

a/n: first time writing for one of my oc's. i hope you guys like it. kinda got a little too deep into writing about the biology of mermaids, sorry lol

caspian isn't a prince or really all that important in his city. of course, he is important to some of the people there, but he doesn't have a whole lot of things to really do.

you'd meet him when you go down to the rocky shores at night to think. coincidentally, he's also there- kind of bored, of course, but he's looking up at the moon as he wishes he could speak to humans without being in danger of getting harpooned.

this is the only real reason he goes there at night instead of the day- he loves the sun, but he knows that people are not as kind as they seem.

either way, you go to the shore and see him as he's laying on a large, flat rock. once you see him, you HAVE to reassure him that you're not gonna hunt him or tell anyone about him or else he'll be terrified. once calm though, he's pretty sweet.

he's got silver-white hair, long, slender fingers, soft blue eyes, and ears that are slightly pointed. he's also got very pale, almost to the point of being kind of blue, skin. on certain spots (where skin would usually be rough, like elbows) he's got pastelly blue scales that become more frequent as you look down at his hips, then his legs (or, really, the lack of legs. he's got a fish tail.) his hair is kinda brittle since he's in the ocean, but it's soft considering his situation. his nails are a little unnaturally sharp, but they seem to be dulled by how he uses them to move around on land (aka: the rocks act as makeshift nail files) and he's got a long scar across his stomach (it looks as though it quite literally tore through him) and he's got top surgery scars that are a lot paler pink, but are still visible.

on his body, he's got a few tattoos, as well- in my mind, mermaids use tattoos to signify which kingdom and family they're from- kingdom on the left wrist, and family on the right. wrists are very vulnerable, so showing the family and kingdom tattoos is customary before doing practically anything else, such as fighting for one's honor or whatever. caspian hasn't gotten a real job yet, so he hasn't gotten a tattoo for that- although his father is a successful coral and kelp farmer. job tattoos go on the sternum, as close to the heart as possible- caspian has a few ideas for his though. he's very good at the spear, so maybe he'd be a warrior or hunter of some kind.

according to mythology, mermaids and mermen were made by an angered witch who combined a village with fish to make them fish people. this means they have both lungs (above water breathing) and gills (underwater breathing). i don't really know how this works so just imagine its some like, second lung situation or whatever idk.

mermaids and mermen have different metabolisms to humans- they gain and lose weight very easily, and this can depend on the temperature of the water, how stressed they are, or what they eat.

his society is also highly matriarchal, as well- when he transitioned, his mother genuinely hated him since she thought he was betraying him. his father, though, understood after a while. shortly after their final argument, caspian's mother was harpooned by a human, and died in the cradle of the waves. this society believes burials at sea are honorable, so they did the ceremony without a body.

in order to like, date you, i don't think caspian would pull an ariel and get legs. he'd actually find a way to help you breathe underwater (like through a spell or something) so you can go into the ocean with him. he's very considerate!

overall 10/10 but i think he wouldnt know that seawater hurts your lungs the first time he'd drag you under, so he'd feel VERY VERY bad

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[darkdevasofdestruction]

Being in a relationship with Wakatsuki Takeshi...

Being in a relationship with Wakatsuki Takeshi...

You first met up with Takeshi when you were both children, just after he was released from the Furumi labs, as you were both in the same class in school, and somehow, shared a desk together.

Though a bit shy, Takeshi was rather friendly and sociable, and you easily hit it off and helped him integrate in their new environment and in your friend group.

But being so fun and the best at sports in the whole school, he easily became sort of a popular guy, and everyone wanted to be his friend.

Even if he was constantly flocked around by around kids of all ages, you still remained his best friend.

You were the only girl he’d use a nickname to call, and even use the cute ‘-chan’ suffix; you were the only one he’d give flowers and little trinkets on random occasions, the only one whom he’d call over to his house, or to Uncle Furumi to play on the consoles, the only one to whom he’d return the chocolates on White Day.

You also tease him that his name means Samurai or Warrior, and that he’s basically your Knight in Shining Armor.

His parents were quick to tell him that he has a crush on you, and they approved, saying you were a lovely lady, but it was his mentor who successfully urged him to take the first step and ask you out on the last day of school.

He kissed your cheek one day during your school graduation, and made a pinky promise to always keep in touch, no matter what.

You and Takeshi also went to the same high-school, and it’s around that time you find out that he’s super into karate, and about his superhuman strength.

You have first seats for all of his matches, and since he wins, he gets the congratulatory prize of a cheek kiss.

Your first real kiss happens when you go to prom together.

“You know you have to wear a dress, don’t you?” you glare playfully at the boy, nudging him in the ribs, even though you know he won’t even be feeling it. “Just because I’m always out wearing comfortable, sports clothes, doesn’t mean I don’t know how to be feminine, okay? It’s just that we always end up running around and getting dirty, and I wouldn’t want to destroy by good outfits.” you scolded him for such words, though based on his bewildered expression, he actually believed you had no clue how to be feminine. “Oh, come on, ‘Tsuki, you’re being ridiculous.” “Sorry, sorry, I’ve just never seen you in a dress, that’s all. Hard to imagine something you’ve never seen - But I’m sure you’re going to be as pretty as you always are!” the boy offered you a cheeky grin, only to make you shake your head.

And although he couldn’t imagine you in a dress, when he went over to your house to pick you up, a bouquet of flowers in his hands, he almost dropped them as soon as his eyes met your form.

The way your shiny hair was done, how pretty your makeup was, making your sparkling eyes look so enchanting, and your plump lips were so attractive to him; the way your accessories highlighted your grace, and that long, flowy dress of your, making you look like a princess -

Takeshi was so speechless and in love that his eyes remained wide and fixed on you, and his mouth was held slightly agape; He was rooted to the spot and incapable of uttering a single word.

His cheeks were so cutely flushed that you couldn’t help but giggle and get on your tippy toes, planting a kiss on his cheek. “Hi, handsome.” 

Takeshi.exe stopped working. System needs rebooting.

The only action he was capable of doing was to keep his arm around you as your parents took a few pictures, later titled “Y/N x Takeshi” in a red heart, or “Prom 💖 “ and “Together Forever”

Takeshi remained quiet for most of the prom and drank a lot of punch, kept tugging on his collar feeling so very hot, just by looking at you, and his face remained blushy for the duration of the prom, even though he was dancing with you, almost robotically.

Though you weren’t necessarily the most popular girl in highschool, you and Takeshi were named Queen and King of the Prom, and were called on stage - They put a tiara on your head, and a flower bouquet, and they took pictures of you.

The one that Takeshi would later develop and frame, however, is the one where he pulls you into a deep kiss, and he captions it with “I love you 💖“

“I’m sorry I barely said anything the whole night, it’s just... I just think you’re so beautiful that my brain got a short-circuit.” he chuckled timidly, scratching at the back of his neck. “Will you wear pretty dresses again when I ask you on dates?” “If you promise not to have me run around or play in the mud, then sure. I have to take those cute clothes from naphthalene.” you smiled sweetly at him, leaning on his side, on the bench outside of the prom venue. “You know, ‘Tsuki... This is the most beautiful day of my life. On the same spot as the day I met you.” “I feel the same.” Takeshi he said, cupping your face tenderly. “I love you.”

You were the one to take notes in all classes and tutor your boyfriend through most of the classes, because he was always busy with his karate and fighting classes, and you supported him through everything.

Sometimes, you’d stop by the dojo and bring him lunch.

He was always smug, showing off his beautiful girlfriend, but he was still a little sheepish at the beginning--

Until all of the students and the master started calling you a married couple, so you just rolled with it.

You were actually pretty happy, hearing other people think you two were such a perfect match!

You ended up making friends with most of the people of the dojo, and you were always invited out with them, and got the privilege of taking care of everyone as if you’re their mother.

Highschool’s IT couple, without a doubt.

For graduation, everyone asked you if they were going to be invited to your wedding.

By the time Takeshi was 20 years old, he was already Furumi Pharmaceuticals’ underground fighter, and though you were a little upset at seeing him get hit, he was a literal beast, and always won.

Mr. Furumi Heihachi took you everywhere he’d take Takeshi, knowing you were pretty much glued together - And much to his surprise, you loved the Kengan universe, it made you feel as though you were in some mafia movie, and you were some kind of badass, super rich businesswoman or whatever.

Seeing everyone dressed so formal, also encouraged you to adopt a more elegant style.

Who wouldn’t want to see the strongest man alive having this Goddess Eye-Candy clinging on his arm?

Most of the money he made out of fighting, he’d keep for emergencies, but pretty soon, he was being buried alive in stacks of money, so he’d throw all of his money on buying you stuff, or taking you on long trips around the world.

Also, if you or your family ever had a medical emergency, Mr. Furumi has you covered, no cost.

You and Takeshi also moved in together.

You got to see Takeshi go through an edgy phase when he bought some black hair dye and had you do his hair.

You told him it was a bad idea, but he was hyperfixated with the idea, so you obliged.

You would teasingly call him ‘Wild Tiger’, especially when he’d forget his strength and hug you a little to tightly, or hold your hand to the point of almost shattering your bones.

He’d also try to always be tender and romantic and gentle with you, but given his strength and how excited you get him most of the time just by looking at you, he can get a little sloppy, which is kinda adorable, and always makes you tease him.

He can get a little embarrassed at how easily riled up and in the mood he can get, just from how pretty you are, or a simply touch, or you trailing his fingers up his arms or chest - But a single giggle from you is enough of a reassurance that you’re okay and he can go on.

He’s also sloppy with his outfits, though he mostly wears jeans and a form-fitting Tshirt, so you happily oblige to fix his clothes, be it the collar of a shirt, or a tie - And he lives for it.

After his loss against the Fifth Fang of Metsudo, he got in such a deep depression, and he was so gloomy and filled with self-hatred that it took a lot out of you and Uncle Furumi to drag him out and encourage him again.

It was almost scary how hard he took that loss against his pristine clean record, but you motivated him to never give up, and continue striving only upwards.

He even got formally kicked out of the Karate dojo, because of his underground fights, but he still maintains a proper mentorship relationship with the master.

When he finally got himself back on his feet, he was dead set on getting rid of that ugly black dye, and return to his pretty sandy coloured hair.

He even let himself grow a little facial hair, and he looked great with a goatee - And you’d pull on it often, especially if you wanted him to kiss you, or more.

He eventually asked you to marry him, when you were out a trek in some mountains, and you’ve reached the summit.

Coincidentally, a few other tourists were there, and took pictures and videos of the whole ordeal and congratulated you - All pictures were developed and captioned with “She said Yes!” and “Peak Happiness”.

In your shared bedroom, you have all the best pictures taped to each empty wall, held with fairy lights and pretty paintings you made.

Same goes for the wedding pictures, with the most gorgeous bride in the world, and the most handsome groom there ever was.

Even if you ever argue, which is rarely to begin with, a single look at all those happy, loving memories is enough to make you calm down and solve the issue.

You are good friends with Seki and Sakura, and the four of you often go out for drinks;

But at the end of the day, the two of you enjoy staying home and drinking, in front of a good movie or a video game, just as much, if not, more.

You didn’t know where exactly he fished Imai Cosmo, a literal child, but the two of you basically adopted Cos and became something close to his second family.

You support him for all of his matches and he ends up calling you ‘Big sis’ and saying that, if his Senpai isn’t around, he will be the one to protect you.

Later on, Wakatsuki continued his incredible run of wins, until he reached the Floating Cloud, Hatsumi Sen, the Aikido master, who was able to defeat him - Yet this time, unlike with Kano Agito, he was able to recover and realise he needs some new strategies, to go against flickery people like Sen, whom he can’t defeat with strikes and raw strength alone.

That’s how he got motivated to learn some grappling and get more actively involved in learning about different fighting styles, moves and theory, so he will be able to counter when his punches aren’t enough.

Also developed his Trump Card, the ‘Blast Core’, that only you and Mr. Furumi knew of.

During the Kengan Annihilation Tournament, you had a lot of fun together, at the beach, with even more pictures taken for your wall of memories.

When you found out the tournament brackets, you told Takeshi he was easily going to get in the finals, and get his chance of a rematch against the Fang.

Before every one of his fights, you would sit on his knee and hug his head to your chest, patting his hair, yet muttered no word; He kept his earbuds in his ears, with no music turned on.

When he was ready to speak, you would encourage him and sooth away his anxieties, even hold his hand all the way to the arena entrance, calling him Champion and the mighty Wild Tiger.

His first match against Murobuchi Gozo was an easy one, though Tsuki remained humble as always.

For the free time left until the second round, you got to hang out with Sakura and her sister, Kaede, who worked for the Nogi Group.

Takeshi’s fight against Julius was rather scary to watch, especially as he got half of his face dragged against the cement of the arena ring, and later needed skin grafting.

Of course, not wanting to get his medical records disclosed, he remained with minimal first aid from you, and a lot of scolding for disregarding his well being.

Silly man.

You thought you’d gotten used to seeing your husband get the beating of his lifetime in the Kengan world, especially as he was sporting a ridiculously high record of over 300 matches and only two losses, but the Annihilation Tournament was on a whole other level.

His fight against the Mercenary Muteba was just as awful to watch, especially seeing Takeshi having to fake near-death, just to land a good blow on him and win his game.

You were the happiest when the mercenary gave up his match, as you were sure there will be more damage on Takeshi’s health...

Only for him to actually lose to Tokita Ohma.

What a monster that one was.

You began cheering on the guy, only for him to unfortunately lose to Master Kuroki.

At the end of the tournament, you were happy that Takeshi wasn’t too demoralised for losing and being unable to make his Uncle the Chairman of the Kengan Organisation.

The two of you spent the few next years finding ways for him to improve.

Almost three years later, Takeshi gets recruited to participate in a Kengan vs Purgatory Tournament, and of course, Mr. Furumi gladly accepts Mr. Nogi’s proposal.

You find out all about the Worms, and realise the gravity of the situation, and hope you and your husband can take a step back when it comes to actively going out to hunt them.

You didn’t want to outright pursue terrorists and psychopaths like them - You really didn’t want to be a young widow after all.

You thought you’d witnessed all the crazy things in the world, but there were still things that shocked both of you, including the black and white centipede-tattooed Worms that infiltrated the Purgatory, Rolon’s statement that some might have infiltrated the Kengan scene also, the supposed brother of Meguro Masaki, Raian splitting Alan Wu in two, and the death of the Patriarch of the Kure Clan... And many more.

Though you were very against the cowardly Down and Ringout rules of the Purgatory, your husband didn’t end up losing to such a thing -

But he got in a perfect draw against the man called Fei Wangfang, who would end up succumbing to the monstrous injuries he received from Takeshi.

The two of you needed a long travel, away from Japan, to rewind and get your peace back, after so much chaos.

At least, thanks to Tokita Ohma, Kengan won!

Still, at the end of the day, your home still remained your safe haven, surrounded by all those precious memories you made together; And each other’s arms will continue being the places you both love the most.

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Being in a relationship with Wakatsuki Takeshi... Being in a relationship with Yoroizuka Saw Paing... Being in a relationship with Kure Raian... Being in a relationship with Tokuno’o Tokumichi... Being in a relationship with Kano Agito... Being in a relationship with Gaolang Wongsawat... Being in a relationship with Gaoh Ryuki... Being in a relationship with Narushima Koga... Being in a relationship with Hatsumi Sen

[nilusanimationworld]

Since we're close now to get KFP4 updates soon...hoping next month (or april) I wanna talk/discuss about something(s)

So I was re-watching all the 3 movies & the shorts I actually realized & noticed couple of things 

Since we all know Oogway in the third movie tells Po about how he saw the future of Kung Fu the day they met right? And we see both Po & Tigress in his vision right? 

Followed by Oogway passing the torch (which is the staff in this case) saying Po is his true successor

Firstly let me start of by saying I love Po okay? Besides being Oogway's successor Po is definitely Shifu's golden student by achieving the Dragon Warrior title and all BUT here's the big question. Does Po also deserve to become Shifu's successor? Yes BUT ALSO NO! Po has got enough titles & credits at this point. Besides Po there is also one more character that deserves at least one title & that is none other than TIGRESS!!!

TIGRESS (DESERVES) SHOULD BECOME SHIFU'S TRUE SUCCESSOR!!

Before anyone decides to attack me let me just point out couple of hints given in the movies itself why Tigress should have Shifu's true successor title

Shawls & Clothing pattern.

Remember the whole drama & discussion we all had & still having about Tigress outfit suddenly being changed? I think I might've figured that reason out too. Both Oogway & Shifu have a similar green shawls right? Which for some strange reason I always thought it was the same shawl just passed down to Shifu after Oogway's death. But turns out both have very different pattern design at the back of their shawls

And SURPRISE BEHOLD it actually matches Po & Tigress. Oogway has almost a Yin Yang pattern which is Po who represents Black & White warrior which Oogway himself tells Po that he represents both sides of yin & yang.

As for Shifu & Tigress's case its the floral & vine patterns. What does the floral & vine pattern has connection to do with Tigress? Well if you watch all the movies including the the shorts her vine patterns actually are representing 'growth'

You'll notice carefully you see no patterns on her vest when she was a kid PLUS also on the brown robe which she used to wear as a teen which also closely represents Shifu's way of dressing since Tigress was desperate to become just like Shifu

But once she finally decides to unleash her real true strength after ripping the robe you finally spot a sapling like pattern on her vest indicating & representing she's finally growing & is out of her shell which later one as she grows older you notice her vine patterns also keep growing & finally her golden hanfu also has a little Lilly/Lotus pattern fully bloomed representing Tigress is a fully grown warrior of her own. Plus the whole growth theme fits very well for both Shifu & Tigress since both have come out from their cold shells & are showing more warmer & compassion sides

Po & Tigress are literally the next Oogway & Shifu 

Even their relationships!!

Despite Shifu & Tigress both question Oogway’s & Po’s decisions or plans they still remain extremely loyal & trust their masters. 

Heck! Not to mention BOTH Shifu & Tigress has watched Oogway & Po (sorta) dying into petals!! 

Shifu passing the staff to Tigress

Okay let’s just say GOD FORBID Shifu’s time comes to end there’s 70% chances Tigress could get his staff since Po has already got Oogway’s special yin yang one. Plus it would actually mean a lot for Tigress & something really special to cherish. Not only it would mean Tigress being the next master of the Jade Palace but also a way of Shifu finally able to express his feelings to Tigress as a father since both Shifu & Tigress aren’t too good in expressing in openly about it. 

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DREAMWORKS GIVE US ONE GOOD HEART WARMING FATHER-DAUGHTER MOMENT BETWEEN SHIFU & TIGRESS! PLEASE I BEG YOU!!

Plus if you watch the third movie Shifu actually looks completely shocked not expecting Po to get gand looking staff from Oogway. There could be chances that Shifu may have thought of passing his current staff to Po but after seeing the staff given by Oogway himself to Po Shifu might change his mind to give to Tigress? Or at least I’m hoping!! 

Also Fun fact the original storyline for KFP3 besides Mr. Ping & Li Shan fighting over Po whether he should become a noodle master & run his goose dad’s restaurant or choosing becoming a farmer & returning back to secret panda village with his biological dad. Shifu was also included in the fatherly fight as he wanted Po to be the next master to run the Jade Palace but the idea was completely scraped off! So fingers crossed Tigress is in the line on getting to be master to run the Jade Palace since Po already has enough titles & responsibilities to handle as Dragon Warrior & a Teacher 

And lastly Po & Tigress both have grown as warriors under Shifu’s training & Oogway’s wisdom. They’re both are perfect balance 

In conclusion! There is still hope for Tigress to also play a very important role in the franchise & I am PRAYING EVERYDAY KFP4 does justice to the franchise!! 

Anyways what are your thoughts? Feel free to discuss y’all! I really missed the whole pandom discussions!! :)

[azsazz]

Cupid's Chokehold (Part 4)

Azriel x Reader

Summary: You are a Cupid, a nearly extinct creature of Prythian. When you get caught trying to shoot Elain with your arrow, well, it’s a little hard to explain what you’re trying to do.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 2,351

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

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For an alleged spymaster of the Night Court, the male surely asked a lot of questions.

He’d shone up early this morning to the training ring with your beloved armor and bow to which you’d excitedly snatched from his grasp and examined your possessions for damage.

There’d been a moment during the interaction that Azriel thought you might leap forward and hug him for bringing your weapons back and he found himself wanting to feel your body pressed up against his like that first time he’d caught you, found himself aching for it.

He’d cleared his throat instead, reveling in your excitement because surely no one had ever looked at him like that before. The eyes you gave him when you were finished inspecting the golden bow, bright and a wide smile on your face that made his heart flutter in his chest so quickly that he’d nearly had to gasp for air.

He understood your love for your weaponry, Truth-Teller had not left his person in centuries, no matter what. There’s a pang in his chest as he thinks about what it would be like to have his weapon taken from him by strangers. It would be like standing naked in front of his captors, and as his eyes trail down your glowing skin in the morning sun, he lets his mind wonder, imagining you with less and less on.

You pull the fitted gold breastplate over your head and it snags his attention, cheeks feeling hot as he averts his gaze from the metal that only accentuates your curves.

Mother, why did he agree to this again?

To distract himself he;d begun asking questions about your line of work, and it surprised even himself as he’d never been a male of many words. A part of him just wanted to hear the sweet lilt of your voice, your accent a mix of the lands across Prythian and beyond.

“For someone in so much armor, you were surprisingly easy to catch,” the shadowsinger quips, trailing through the thick brush behind you. Azriel assesses the golden nature of your coverings; the pristine white cloth you don beneath the shiny fitted metal. It would take nothing for him to rip through the thin fabric, maybe slightly more work to rid the breastplate from your body but he’d manage. He shakes his head, scolding himself for his wandering thoughts, forcing his eyes away from your clothing. Your wings are the same, nearly blinding like the snow, brighter than even the Winter Court’s storms.

“Not everything has to have such a blunt explanation, shadowsinger,” you roll your eyes, ducking around a branch that he wouldn’t have seen coming if he’d kept imagining filthy thoughts. “Just because I wear armor does not mean I am a warrior the same as you. It symbolizes the parallels between warfare and romance. How love can be invincible.”

“How love can be death, you mean.” Twigs and rocks grind underneath his boots.

You furrow your brows, halting in your spot, spinning on your heel to face him, “What?”

He nearly runs into you, stopping so quickly he flares his wings out so he doesn’t go toppling on top of you. He blinks once, twice before answering. “To be in love is to welcome death. To have a mate is to be blinded. One would rather die than to have their other half die, and to suffer alone is a far worse fate.”

“Are you not tired of suffering alone, Azriel?” you question. Your voice is so soft and pointed that something cracks inside of him. He hadn’t meant to upset you but that’s all he seems to be good for where you’re involved. You don’t wait for his response, twisting on your heel and stalking through the brush, leaving him standing frozen in his spot, dumbfounded.

He slinks behind you without another word, kicking himself for always seeming to say the wrong thing in your presence. He can’t help his curious nature and you’re more intimidating than he’d ever admit. A dangerous female with the beauty to strike him silly before you pierce his heart.

You duck behind a thick oak tree and he follows suit, watching intently as you draw an arrow from your quiver, hooking it into the string of your bow.

“There they are,” you whisper, and he can tell just how much you love love by the biting smile on your face and sparkle in your eye as you admire the couple sneaking through the forest.

It’s an effort to look away from your smile, and Azriel’s heart pounds so loudly in his chest he’s afraid he might scare the lovers away.

But it freezes in his chest when he sees your target.

The oldest son of Autumn, gallivanting with his secret lover through the woods this early in the morning? From the information he gathers quickly, his shadows hissing in his ears, he can tell that she’s a low-born and Eris should be nowhere near her.

Had he learned nothing since Lucien’s terrible fate?

“What if you miss?” he murmurs but his eyes stay glued to the couple. Eris has that familiar sly smirk on his face, the same one he uses to get under Azriel’s own skin, but the female puffs out a breathy laugh and hits him lightly on the shoulder.

She tries to keep walking but Eris is grabbing her so suddenly that you and Azriel tense. The Autumn heir spins the beautiful female around and dips down to kiss her in a fluid movement that has your breath hitching in your throat.

You ached for something like this, something like the love you’d seen throughout your lifetime. So much of it to bask in; gentle caresses of hands, a fleeting kiss, cheeks tinting pink, but it had never been you, couldn’t be, with your job.

Fingers twitching on the string of your bow you swallow harshly, responding, “I never miss.”

It’s true, your arrows have a slight magic to them to keep them on the path to your victim. Where the arrow would land was a separate issue, hence having shot a few someones in the ass before.

Azriel’s eyes flick to you as you take a steadying breath, raising the weapon into position to strike. It’s like that first time all over again, when he’d caught you in the garden at Rhys’ house, calm and still and no idea that he was behind you until he pulled that blade on you.

His words though, feel like he’s sliding that beloved metal blade right through your heart.

“Maybe you shouldn’t.” He places a hand on your shoulder, his hesitant breath caressing your ear as you scrunch your face up in distaste. Azriel’s touch sends shivers up your spine and you need to re-steady your bow.

You shrug his hand off of your shoulder, keeping your aim locked on the pair before you. “I’m beginning to think that you don’t want me to do my job at all, shadowsinger.”

He hears the tenderness in your voice, the fleeting glance you give him, and he curses himself again for making him seem like an ass, but you don’t know Eris, don’t know of Lucien’s mate or his father or the strained connection with his court…should any of them find out–

“You don’t know him, what his father will do–”

“It’s not my place to know,” you grit, clearly irked by the male beside you. You’ve had enough of this. At first he seemed almost eager to tag along, asking all of those leading questions…maybe it was only to gather intel for his High Lord.

You’ll be damned if he stops you this time.

“It is only my place to shoot,” you whisper tightly. Taking aim again. If you don’t shoot now you’ll lose your target.

“Please, (Y/N),” he begs and you falter for a moment as your breath goes shaky. He’d never said your name before, only calling you Cupid. You’re sure it would sound like absolute sin rolling off of his tongue if he were pleading you for something else.

“This could ruin everything between the Night Court and the Autumn Court, you can’t.” 

If Eris’ father found out he was rolling around in the bushes with a low-born he’d surely be chased out of the Autumn Court or worse, killed by the hand of the cruel man. 

And if that were to happen there would be no choice for a peaceful treaty between his court and theirs.

“I have to,” you grit, blinking back the tears stinging your eyes. He shouldn’t be stopping you like this, shouldn’t be trying to stop you at all. Gods, you should’ve already taken your shot but you don’t know why the tenderness of his voice has you second-guessing the Mother’s mission.

“There has to be others, we can go on a different mission.” He’s still trying to talk you down, has half a mind to send his shadows skittering off into the woods to make the leaves of the bushes rattle, hopefully it’d be enough to scare the two away.

“No,” you bite harshly. It’s a strain to keep your voice low when all you want to do is scream. “It’s going to be them and it’s going to be now.”

“It’s not,” his jaw ticks, fury blazing in his golden gaze. He acts as you release the arrow aimed straight towards the two, still locked together at the lips, snagging the arrow around its slim body, stopping the trajectory.

“What the fuck are you doing?” you hiss, no longer able to hold yourself back. You push to your feet quickly and he follows but he isn’t prepared for the shove you give him and it sends Azriel stumbling back a half-step. “Do you know how dangerous that is? You could’ve been pricked and–”

He stops listening, your voice going muddled as he bites his lip when he wants to preen, even though you’re angry with him. You care about him in some capacity or you wouldn’t be worried about the possibility of him getting hurt.

“What?” you ask sternly, crossing your arms over your chest when you realize that he’s not really paying attention to anything you’re saying, he’s just looking down at you with those gorgeous honeyed eyes, lip tucked between his teeth.

“Nothing, nothing,” he dismisses coolly, the shadow curling around his ear whispers that the Autumn male and his lover have left. He surrenders the arrow to you.

Knocking the arrow back into your bow is useless, a quick glance proving that you’d missed your chance. Your shoulders droop and you’re shoving the arrow back into your quiver strapped across your back, mood sullied because of this male.

“You’ve ruined my mission,” you huff, tucking your arms across your chest. “You wanted to come with me and now you’re interfering. Why can’t you just let me do what I need to do?”

Azriel feels horrible then, he really does, but you don’t want to hear what he has to say, you just want to return to Velaris and hide away in your room until supper.

“I apologize,” he tries, trailing you like a lost puppy through the woods. His tail would be tucked between his legs if he had one, but instead his wings droop slightly behind him at your gloom. “But you don’t understand what this could mean, if you’d shot them.”

“There are many things that I don’t understand, Azriel.” You don’t turn to face him like he wishes you would and he’s stuck staring at the back of your head as you speak. “And I do not have the time, nor wish to comprehend. Everything happens for a reason. If a couple aren’t meant to be but still share a bond, that is fate. If they are madly in love and something dares happen to one of them, that is fate. If they live happily ever after as mates, that is fate. So please, do not tell me what I do and do not know, because I know what I’ve vowed, and that is the truth.”

“If you’d just let me explain–”

“I don’t want you to explain,” you whirl around, chest heaving so harshly your breastplate moves with each breath. Your eyes are blazing with fury. You’re done with this male and his petulance.

“Well I want to,” he growls, temper flaring in response to yours. His resolve snaps, taking a long stride forward, grasping your arms in his own as he backs you up, pinning you against a tree.

Your temper eddies in that moment. He smells of charcoal and sage, intoxicating your senses with it, mind dizzying from the closeness. Every inch of your body that is touching his is on fire – fitting for the Autumn Court – surely your metal crested breastplate will melt between the two of you.

Maybe if you’re lucky it will fuse the two of you together.

“I don’t even think I can look at you right now,” your voice doesn’t sound as meaningful as you want it to.

All you can think about is his calloused fingers caressing your face, so achingly gentle as he traces patterns into your perfect skin like you’re some porcelain doll teetering on the edge of its shelf. His breath fans across your face and your eyelashes flutter. Good, because you meant it when you said you couldn’t look at him, his awfully striking beauty that had sparked something within you even when he was your captor.

“Then close your eyes, darling,” he whispers just as quietly, just as wavered as your words had been. You’re only a hairsbreadth apart now, his towering figure ever so slowly leaning down into yours. All you’d have to do is inhale and your mouth will be pressed up against his.

“Ah,” a smugly lilted voice startles the both of you. Azriel shoves you behind him and you’re quick to reach for an arrow strapped to the side of your normal ones, smelling of ash and sulfur. 

“I knew I smelled a bastard in my woods.”

[quitealotofsodapop]

Hope you are getting better.

Also just saw/read the new AU of Mac being in the Furnace with Wukong.

Well at least when LBC revives Mac, it'll be a happier occasion for the Monkeys... Maybe?

If this does follow the TMKATI timeline after the Journey, then Mac hopefully won't kill Wukong when he realises he is now incubating a Chaos Egg.

That or the Gods/Buddha/Guan Yin help give Smokey!Mac his body back? As a reward for Wukong/to stop ghosts from haunting the Celestial Realm as revenge.

I feel like instead of making "a deal" with Mac in the Furnaced!Macaque au, I imagine it's more that Macaque now falls under LBD's control as a cloud of ashen bones. The White Bone Spirit chapter would def be a lot more chaotic.

Macaque spends a lot of the Journey as the pilgrim's annoyed trapped voice of reason. Whether or not the others can hear him means little, cus they likely wont follow his advice. If he makes it to Thunderclap Monastery without trying to suffocate somebody, the Buddha might grant his body back...

If Wukong doesn't cash in his reward for something else other than elightenment;

Buddha: "And for the great changes you have overcome, Sun Wukong, I grant you-" Wukong, holding up the Urn: "Give Mac his body back." Buddha: "Done. Lady Guanyin, if you may?" Guanyin, her vase geting a brief buff: *pours her vase contents into the Urn* Furnaced!Macaque: *regains his fleshy body* "What the..." (Wukong tackles Macaque with a hug/kiss so ethusiastic that they both fall to the ground) Zhu Bajie, surprised: "Wow. His mate really was in there." Sha Wujing, whispering: "Hey brother, I thought you were gonna use your boon to become an arhat." Wukong, face buried in Mac's fluff: "Nope. I got paradise right here." Macaque, laughing joyfully: "You big sap!" (*Gross smooching noises resume*)

The Buddha quickly has to move the rest of the Pilgrims to a different spot cus them monkeys gonna be kissing a while.

Macaque might get a boon for himself, but only a small one. Buddha knows that if Mac had hands, he'd try strangling Tripitaka or Bajie at least a few times throughout the Journey.

Macaque's presence after the Journey might also affect how the Samadhi Fire ritual goes... he has "survived" it before after all.

Canon MK running into the Monkey King's annoyed mate shortly after getting the Staff, and having a bonus fanboy-freak-out moment. After all, the tale of the Monkey King's Ashen Warrior would be a pretty big detail to be added to the Furnaced!-Jttw storyline. Macaque thinks its adorable that he has such an enthusiastic fan - but him and Wukong argue over the better ways to mentor MK.

If it precedes the TMKATI au, then Macaque likely would stay out of the limelight for the couple hundred years while Wukong continues his hero stuff. Early retirement from warrior-hood if you may. Also I bet Furnaced!Macaque and Wukong would be far more estatic about having the Chaos Egg than the base au pair.

[fromwhenceucame]

Round 2 of my favorite characters as warrior cats lets go — Sylvain, Claude, and Dimitri edition

Once again I throw logic out the window for actual cat markings/colors/whatever because I design based on vibes and I was only able to work a crest onto Sylvain (the red around his eyes resemble the two parts of the gautier crest) but I did try very hard to get the other two to have theirs (Dimitri gave me a stupid amount of trouble to get vibed right).

I knew I needed to put a heart on Sylvain for Sylvain reasons, and I thought it would be delightful if he only had it on one side — his other being just dark… I also really wanted to include black on him since his class outfits usually use black and red annnnnd the cat breed named after Gautier is a black and white cat.

Meanwhile, Claude is highly inspired by wyverns in the game. The lighter brown is basically wherever it would be on a wyvern, and the fact of his stripes are mostly from the Reigan tabby but also resembling the layered(?) look wyverns have… the scales, basically, with white stripes being used for more prominent scales (sort of, mostly because his wyvern is white and I needed to include it but he looked wrong with white stripes). His ear tufts represent wyvern horns/antlers, or they represent deer antlers! His tail and spots are deer-like, too.

And Dimitri !! He needed to be big and fluffy; and, he needed to have a mane with rounded ears like a lion so that’s the bulk of my ideas. The black part on his back is like the fur cloak he has post timeskip and his toes being black were just because I thought it would be neat 👍

I have been thinking about fe3h warrior cats in the back of my mind for over 2 years apparently, and it’s so easy to say we have Eagleclan, Lionclan, and Deerclan… that’s why those are the three clans. Maybe this world works a little differently, too, and the church is a band of clan cats who are always in contact with Starclan (allegedly) and therefore partially govern all the clans… Wolfclan also exists, but it’s not a real clan — it’s a band of rouges or loners who are doing their thing led by Yuri

Starting with Lionclan life, sometimes I remember that Thunderclan had a succession way back in the day with Oakstar to Pinestar and that is how Lambert wanted it to go before ~tragedy~ and I don’t know if it was Rufus or someone else who takes over afterwards but I do know that when Sylvain was a kit, a part of him really wanted to be a medicine cat but he never went down that path… though he does know a lot more about herbs than your average warrior! Good for him. At somepoint when it’s time for the timeskip, Dimitri disappears for 5-12 moons (I think 60 moons would be the 5 years but that feels too long for cats), becoming a rouge wandering the clans’ territories and picking off mostly Eagleclan like your unfriendly neighborhood cryptid. Eventually he’s normal again and not doing that, reclaiming the leadership position.

And with Deerclan I have not as many thoughts for I am not sure what makes the most sense for Almyra to be. Maybe something closer to the tribe? I do not know. What I do know is Claude came from there and got to be in the clans for a good long while, quickly rising to the rank of leader by the time the timeskip passes. I feel like Deerclan would be extra not happy about him simply showing up if that’s what goes down, so I support it happening. Kind of like how Tallstar makes Onewhisker the deputy on his deathbed, but it’s Claude’s grandpa doing that to Claude.

And I have a lot of name ideas for fe3h life !!

When I initially thought of names for specifically Lionclan/Faerghus, it was as if they were from Riverclan so the names on my mind have a very Riverclan-based scheme… but I really like some of them. Like “Shellrain” for Sylvain, I think it’s so fun if the name actually sounds like their real name. I needed to put “Rain” in as the suffix for Sylvain for that reason.

I think Lambert, who could be “Lightbass” or “Landbass” depending on how far you want to go with the names sounding alike, would name Dimitri “Lionkit” when he’s born. Then he can become “Liontrout” or “Liontree” again, depending on how far you want to go. Though, maybe his name is “Lionshade” “Lionshadow” or something else suspicious because it would probably be Rufus (who is Runfur because that is the closest I can get to it being Rufus) or someone else who doesn’t support him naming him at the time… unless warrior names are given out by the church group… hmmmm…

Regardless, I’m again not sure what Almyra is in connection to the clans, but Claude definitely has two names, and in the clans he goes by “Deerclaw.” Claw is the best suffix ever if you want to make a word that sounds like Claude (just like rain) so it has to be it, and “deer” is a very obviously accepted prefix for the clans. I don’t know what his original name should be yet, however.

And that’s all I got, but I have one more pair to contemplate (Aventurine and Dr Ratio) in the coming days before I start digging deeper into the other cats so stay tuned \o/ yippie

[bigsoftmarshmallow]

Hello, I'm feeling a lot better now! I took a nap!

Anyway, I read your horse reaction & it made me wonder something.

In regards to the horse ask, I wonder how TotK would react to ELady discovering that the Gerdàn Horses (the Giant Horse), who could traverse the sands, were no longer being bred? And informing him of such. And, what if she discovered that, in ancient times, the Gerudo had a tradition of horseback archery that had been lost to time & told him of such? My thoughts are that she might've found murals in the ruins of the Temple of the Goddess of the Sand in the Depths. (As per my theory that the old Hyrule is the Depths.) Then, proceed to locate both the Giant Horse & its implied offspring, the Giant White Horse. Which, would allow them to reintroduce the old traditions back to the Gerudo.

Like, OoT, already had this, & TP, WW, & TotK all had this before their sealing. But, I don't recall if HW had one. And, in Wild Era, the Gerudo seemed to have lost a bit of that cultural identity.

Either way, in the case of all but OoT, how would he react to her attempting to reintroduce this to the Gerudo’s culture? Both the Gerudàn Horses & the tradition of horseback archery.

Though, in the case of OoT, how about his reaction to taking an interest in horseback archery & wishing to train in it.

Like, I actually hadn't thought of this, but I could make horseback archery something that she is very interested in, but something that she had something of a blindspot for. And, learning of the Gerudàn tradition, she wishes to unblind said spot.

In the case of WW, this would likely take place after they'd wished the waters away, reintroduced the Peak People & animals (livestock & pack animals included) back to the Golden Land, & established themselves as king & queen.

Unfortunately, the horses of Hyrule & the Gerudo Desert likely went extinct, so they'd need to find some from other countries.

Regardless, their thoughts, feelings, & reactions/opinions?

HYRULE WARRIORS GANONDORF DOES HAVE A HORSE! His intro, when you face him, is him riding in on a dark horse! Then he rises up from it with his magic. His intro is so neat. I love him so much, my little warmonger <3

I genuinely like archery! While untrained, I apparently have a talent for it, as stated by my old college friend. They would occasionally let me "play" with it and try out shooting the targets. It was fun!

I love the horses of the BOTW/TOTK! I made it a mission to catch all the unique ones. The Giant Horse has always been a favorite, though often unused for the faster little ones. Very strong tho!

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Ganondorf (Tears of the Kingdom)

Upon hearing about the lost tradition of the Gerudàn horses and horseback archery, Ganondorf would likely be deeply intrigued and somewhat saddened by the loss of such a significant part of Gerudo heritage. His initial reaction might be one of contemplation, thinking about how these traditions could strengthen the Gerudo people and restore their cultural pride.

Reaction:

As ELady informs him of her discovery, Ganondorf’s eyes would narrow thoughtfully. "The Gerudàn horses... and the art of horseback archery. To think such powerful symbols of our heritage have been lost to time."

He would appreciate ELady’s dedication to uncovering and preserving Gerudo traditions. Her initiative to reintroduce these elements would be seen as a way to not only honor their ancestors but also to empower future generations.

Thoughts and Feelings:

Pride and Respect: Ganondorf would feel a deep sense of pride in ELady for her efforts and respect for her dedication to Gerudo culture.

Determination: He would be determined to see these traditions revived, believing they could strengthen the Gerudo people and instill a sense of unity and pride.

Actions:

Supportive: Ganondorf would fully support her efforts, helping to find and breed the horses and establish training programs for horseback archery.

Active Participation: He might even take part in the training himself, leading by example and demonstrating the importance of these traditions.

Ganondorf (Wind Waker)

Post-restoration of Hyrule, Wind Waker Ganondorf would be fascinated by the idea of reviving ancient Gerudo traditions. With the waters receded and the land restored, this would be the perfect opportunity to re-establish cultural practices.

Reaction:

Upon learning about the lost horses and archery tradition, Ganondorf would be visibly intrigued. "The ancient Gerudo horses and the art of archery from horseback... These would indeed be powerful symbols of our restored land."

Thoughts and Feelings:

Eagerness: He would feel an eagerness to bring back these traditions, seeing them as a way to reconnect with the past and strengthen their new kingdom.

Gratitude: He would be grateful to ELady for her discovery and her dedication to their heritage.

Actions:

Search and Restoration: He would initiate a search for suitable horses from other lands and support the reintroduction of horseback archery.

Royal Endorsement: As king, he would formally endorse these practices, making them a celebrated part of their culture.

Ganondorf (Ocarina of Time)

Ganondorf from Ocarina of Time, already familiar with horseback archery, would be pleased to see ELady taking an interest in it and wishing to train in it.

Reaction:

When ELady expresses her desire to learn horseback archery, Ganondorf would smile, a rare warmth in his expression. "It is a skill that requires precision and strength. I would be honored to teach you."

Thoughts and Feelings:

Pride: He would feel pride in her for wanting to learn and uphold Gerudo traditions.

Interest: He would take a keen interest in her progress, perhaps seeing it as a bonding activity.

Actions:

Mentorship: He would personally train her, sharing his knowledge and skills.

Encouragement: He would encourage her and others to pursue the art, reinforcing its importance in Gerudo culture.

Ganondorf (Twilight Princess)

Twilight Princess Ganondorf would view the revival of these traditions as a way to strengthen the Gerudo people and restore their former glory.

Reaction:

When informed about the lost traditions, Ganondorf would nod thoughtfully. "Our people were once feared and respected for their skills. It is time we reclaim that legacy."

Thoughts and Feelings:

Determination: He would feel a strong determination to restore these practices, seeing them as vital to the Gerudo identity.

Admiration: He would admire ELady for her initiative and dedication to their culture.

Actions:

Revival Efforts: He would spearhead efforts to find and breed the horses and reintroduce horseback archery.

Personal Involvement: He would likely take part in the training and practice, showing his commitment to the cause.

Ganondorf (Hyrule Warriors)

Given his warrior nature, Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf would be particularly enthusiastic about reintroducing horseback archery.

Reaction:

Learning about the lost traditions, Ganondorf’s eyes would gleam with interest. "Horseback archery... A skill that combines power and precision. This is what our warriors need."

Thoughts and Feelings:

Excitement: He would be excited about the potential to enhance the Gerudo's combat skills and cultural heritage.

Support: He would strongly support ELady’s efforts, seeing them as essential for their people.

Actions:

Training Programs: He would establish rigorous training programs and seek out the best horses.

Warrior’s Pride: He would take pride in leading by example, mastering the skills himself and encouraging others to do the same.

Demise

Demise, with his domineering nature, would see the reintroduction of these traditions as a way to consolidate power and instill fear and respect.

Reaction:

Upon hearing about the lost traditions, Demise would smirk. "The power of the ancient Gerudo... We shall reclaim it and make our enemies tremble."

Thoughts and Feelings:

Ambition: He would feel a strong ambition to restore these traditions, viewing them as a means to strengthen his dominance.

Respect: He would respect ELady for her discovery and her dedication to the cause.

Actions:

Aggressive Revival: He would aggressively pursue the revival of these traditions, seeking out the best horses and training methods.

Dominant Participation: He would participate actively, demonstrating his prowess and reinforcing his authority.

Summary

Overall, all iterations of Ganondorf and Demise would be supportive and enthusiastic about reintroducing the Gerudàn horses and the tradition of horseback archery. They would see these efforts as a way to strengthen their people, restore their cultural heritage, and enhance their own power and prestige. Their reactions would range from pride and respect to determination and excitement, reflecting their unique personalities and ambitions.

[nyaskitten]

Here are my concept designs for "The Stone Wars" prequel idea that's been spinjitzu-ing in my brain since yesterday

ID's under the cut instead of on the images now because holy shit they're not very usable on the actual images. (ALSO they're long as FUCK!! I tested with like, a v standard, basic screen reader and it took 4 minutes and 30 seconds???)

also please reblog this took a lot of time and I hate how the Stone Warriors came out (aside from Kozu kinda, his head is too big tho) :(

[id:

The first image depicts the Lego Ninjago villain known as "the Overlord" in his "first form". He is seen with four arms, all in varying forms of motion. He has black skin, with several golden markings. He also has four legs, akin to that of his "centaur form" from Ninjago Crystalized. He has a very long, purple loincloth, and he wears grey and gold thigh guards, as well as grey and gold bracelets. He has a long tail with a large tuft of fur at the end, and two sets of horns, one reddish-pink, one white. He also has very messy hair, akin to a mane. The text on the image reads (from left to right) "Overlord's 1st form", "Retractable(?) claws", "2 sets of horns", "Thighs/wrist armor similar to Stone Warriors", and "left hind leg".

The second image features "The First Spinjitzu Master", whose name is abbreviated on the canvas as "FSM". He wears a dark sandy colored gi, with yellow lines on the left, and purple on the right. He wears a golden belt, and black pants. The inner side of the pants has one purple streak and one gold streak. On his arms he wears golden wrapping, and on his calfs to his shins, he wears a darker sand color, with brown shoes. He has a long, golden tail with fluffy parts. His hair is brown and sandy, with a sandy spot in the brown. He also wears a dark-sandy conical hat, and has a braid wrapped with gold.

He has four arms surrounding his body, all floating, separated from himself. The text reads (from left-to-right); "FSM - Post-Soul Split", "Floaty arms", "His gi still has purple, only changes AFTER he beats the Overlord", and "Dragon horns not grown".

The third, and final image depicts four members of the "Stone Army", those being "Kozu", "Stone Warrior", "Stone Swordsman", and "Stone Scout".

Kozu is a large, bulky warrior dressed in red armor, with black sleeves, and red bracelets lined with silver. He wears a dark red belt around his waist, and two sets of thigh guards for each leg, red and silver. He also has armor similar to a loincloth. On his breastplate is a silver medallion with a green gemstone, and a few spikes. He wears a black samurai helmet, (meant to depict the Helmet of Shadows) with a silver mantle. He also wears a red mask, and has green eyes, white "skin", and red markings on his face. He also has red and silver boots.

The Stone Warrior wears red and silver armor like Kozu's however his arms are solely red, with black hands. He has similar thigh guards to Kozu's, and he wears a black samurai helmet, with red horns on them. On his chest is a grey medallion with a green gemstone. His skin is black, and he has green eyes and red markings on his face. He also has red and silver boots.

The Stone Swordsman has a red and silver breastplate, and plated armor that's colored dark gray underneath. He has a dark red belt, and much simpler thigh armor than Kozu and the Stone Warrior's. He wears one pauldron on his right arm, with a few spikes sticking out. He lacks armor on his arms, and instead shows his yellow markings on his black skin. On his chest is a grey medallion with a green gemstone. He wears a red conical hat and a dark gray samurai mask over his mouth. He also has red and silver boots.

Lastly, the Stone Scout is much shorter than the other soldiers, sporting a red conical hat, an archer's arrow holder on his back, a shoulder pad on his right shoulder, a right arm with minimal armor, and a left arm covered in armor. He has a dark red belt, red and silver armor all over his torso, and thigh guards. Unlike his fellow soldiers, he lacks any footwear. On his chest is a grey medallion with a green gemstone. He also has black skin, green eyes, and blue markings./ end id ]

[bonefall]

decided to try my hand at some oc clanmew translations because i think it's fun :3c i have more but here are the ones that are either my favorites character-wise or took some thought!

STAR HIVESWARM - shai ffawsbabfsfsafen

star bee-home swarmed. there's no word for a hive in term of bugs, so i just shoved ffaws with the first part of babipanna to make hive. She's called hiveswarm because her gray ticked fur looks like a swarm of bugs and she was overwhelmed with many things as a warrior and deputy, swarmed with them

ISOPODSPOTS- booiwoowoo

rollypolly-spotting. Isopodspots is white with black spotting like a dairy cow isopod! He's in star hive's clan, which has an abundance of bug names

booiwoowoo is really fun to say.

BLUEFLOWER - luparponma

blue flower... hers is very simple but i like her. she was named for her blue eyes, bluish grey parts of her dilute calico patterning, and for her knowledge of medical flowers as a medicine cat. If her clan knew what lotuses were she'd be bluelotus (blue water-flower?) instead. a very straightforward name, but as a character she's far from straightforward!

STAR BREEZESONG - shai hraa'ahwuosoon.

star breeze wind-whistling. i would have used the singing verb, but I thought the hypothetical literal "song" the wind sings would be fitting for her name instead. she wasn't named breezesong for any super specific reason in particular but i imagine she may have been born on a particularly windy day, or maybe her fur flows in a specific way akin to a breeze

HOUNDSNIPE - bayaokikaboohafefyl

large hound-wader-bird. her name is a joke about guns since the character she's based on uses guns as her main weapon, but uses the name of a wading bird! as for why the hound prefix... she looks somewhat doglike, being large with black and white markings and having huge paws, teeth and distinctively pointed ears. she's breezesong's sister. breezesong looks like a normal cat

JUNGLEHOPE - papayaogshaba

steady rain-forest-prayer. jungles and rainforests would probably be synonymous to warrior cats since they don't know a lot about em, and i'd imagine a prayer to starclan is similar to hoping!

SPLINTERFLOOD - boekarkworrl

a lot-broken piece-flood. the clanmew word for splinter, as in the piece of wood or thorn that gets stuck in your paw pad, isn't what i imagined for splinterflood's name. splinter as in the verb, splinter as in breaking into many small pieces. he's flooded by the splinters in his namesake, parts of himself. his old name was floodheart, but he changed it to splinterflood, then eventually splinterheart again. (worrlbabun, boekarkbabun) he's indecisive and also very dramatic, almost like cat the shakespeare

MOTHFLARE - ffyyfyn

moth-flame, her name is an honor title! she survived major burns as an apprentice from a forest fire that occurred during a battle with a warring clan, and when she recovered she was granted her honor title. she's also a sorta charcoal black color, with long fur that wisps like a flame

ffyyfyn is a very nice coincidence of a name. it's very pleasant sounding

very nervous to send this but who cares i'm having fun it's clanmew time. i love better bones it's super cool

No need to be nervous! These names are all great! Booiwoowoo my beloved!

I'm going to give you words for homes that insects construct. I AM GOING TO BE POSTING IMAGES BELOW THE CUT. So here's a Trypophobia warning!

There's BEES down there, and SPIDERS, and HOLES. And weird plant tumor things called galls. Basically, bugs are adorable but they are also horrorshows who bend nature to their little leggy whims.

A home that an insect constructs is a Kin. Kin is also a word with many meanings in Clanmew. It can mean...

An insect's home

A clay pot with only a small opening

A strange object

A belonging of someone, especially an object that has special value to that person; a prized possession

A hole with a biting animal in it

Something that someone will fight you for; something you may have to fight to keep

There's a LOT of words for specific Kin.

Large, flat web = Yyb

Cobweb = Feep

Gall/Bauble = Kichaw

Honeycomb = Mlogur

Hive = Skib

Anthill = Shein

Yellow Meadow Anthill = Eebo

Large, flat webs = Yyb

The sorts of webs made by orbweavers, hanging straight downwards. Big, strong, and sticky. Word can also mean that something is vertical-- perpendicular to the ground.

Cobweb = Feep

NOT made of dust. Cobwebs are formed first by cob spiders, and then dust can settle on them in a house after they've been abandoned, damaging them beyond use.

In Clanmew, a cobweb is a fuzzy, 3D web with an odd structure. It can describe any spiderweb that doesn't have the "classic" flat shape, like the webs you may see in your cellar or the corner of your house.

Gall/Bauble = Kissaw

These are ALL galls that Clan cats can find on oak trees alone. They're specialized growths that certain types of wasps and flies can force the tree to grow into, to protect and feed a larvae before it pupates.

The word can mean gall, or it can refer to any interesting little natural object or adornment. Clan cats also can't always tell these apart from blights, chawb, so the word tends to be applied to useful galls (ink can be made from one type) or ones that are particularly interesting.

Honeycomb = Mlogur

SPECIFICALLY the hives of honeybees. Cartoons lie to you; honeybees do not create the grayish, papery hives that wasps and hornets do. A mlogur is yellow, droopy, and sometimes drips with honey.

And they're VERY important. Honey is one of the best natural antiseptics in the entire world, INVALUABLE for treating wounds. The wax can also be repurposed into all sorts of useful things, and even the larvae can be eaten.

Hive = Skib

EXACTLY what you usually imagine when you hear 'hive.' A nest of stinging bees, wasps, and hornets; but NOT honeybees.

Dangerous and useless. Clan cats avoid these at all costs; nothing good comes from messing with them.

Anthill = Shein

The hilly, bare structures that 3/4 of the ant species they encounter create.

Yellow Meadow Anthill = Eebo

A term mostly used by WindClan! At first glance, one may think these are strange little natural landmarks, but in reality, they're actually colonies of yellow meadow ants. After they build their homes, grass comes up to cover the structure.

Sometimes WindClan apprentices like to play hopping games with these, seeing how many they can successfully bounce over without stopping.

[datusaguy]

All TMNT Shredder’s Revenge Color References - Miyamoto Usagi

Other Color Reference posts are linked at the bottom of this post.

Been playing Shredder’s Revenge recently due to the new dlc and since I haven’t seen much discussion in terms of references the new dlc, I decided to look into a lot of it myself. Feel free to give me any additional info/corrections you might know and I hope you enjoy checking this out.

Now is finally Miyamoto Usagi who I feel the least confident in whether I even made the correct guesses for these references. I haven’t read any of his comics before, only watched a bit of the Netflix show a while ago (which is set in what might as well be an entirely differently reality as the original) alongside the 1987 and 2003 crossover episodes. So I’m not even sure if half of these are references since a lot of the outfits just seem like a random robe color 10 nameless swordsmen have already worn.

So, if any Usagi Yojimbo fans see this, I would appreciate any help with references. Anyways, I tried my best to find out the references myself by skimming through the Usagi Yojimbo wiki by clicking through every character page with an associated picture, alongside skimming through a lot of the TMNT wiki.

# 1 - Default (1987 TMNT show) - I don’t know how much this is based on the 87 design vs his own comics, but it seems close enough to be the 87 design

# 2 - 1989 Playmates Toys Action Figure

# 3 - TMNT 2012? - Usagi’s color scheme and design in general doesn’t seem to change a whole ton between iterations, although 2012 specifically doesn’t seem to have black pants so I’m using that as the example. It doesn’t seem to unrealistic to say that this is his design from another TMNT incarnation.

# 4 - Chizu? - This outfit is for the Netflix series version of Chizu, although that isn’t the same person as the one from the comics. Chizu does seem quite significant to multiple Usagi stories though, as a morally conflicted antagonist/potential love interest for Usagi. Plus, she has appeared in multiple versions outside the comics such as the aforementioned Netflix series and a bit in the 2003 show.

Alternatively, maybe it’s a reference to Nakamura Koji, an amazing warrior Usagi’s met on his journeys. Given Chizu seems more relevant to Usagi’s stories however, I chose to focus on her, although Nakamura does seem to connect more closely visually and the amount listed on his wiki page implies he is also quite notable.

# 5 - 2003 TMNT Murakami Gennosuke? - Alternatively known simply as Gen, he seems to be one of the most recurring characters in Usagi Yojimbo who is a friend of Usagi. While normally he seems to don other clothing colors like purple, the 2003 version of Gen wore this outfit which looks the closest to this Usagi outfit out of anything I’ve seen. It also makes sense that he would get a reference out of any characters since he seems to be quite close to Usagi and is one of the most common characters in the comic. There also isn’t any purple outfits for Usagi, plus this is a TMNT game, so this white outfit Gen wore multiple times in a TMNT property seems likely to be the reference in the TMNT game.

# 6 - Kitsune? - Kitsune is a recurring friend of Usagi who according to the wiki, seems to be a Robin Hood type of ‘stealing from those who deserve it.’ She seems to wear a more so teal color for her clothes that’s the same for her whole outfit rather than this mix of green and green-tan, but I think there’s a chance it could be her.

Alternatively, maybe it’s Tokage, a small, green, dinosaur-like species that’s common enough to have appeared in multiple crossovers with Usagi. Both him and his Netflix descendent also get Tokage’s named Spot.

# 7 - Yamamoto Yukichi? - He’s a fellow wanderer like Usagi who seems to be currently sharing adventures with Usagi in the IDW comics. I do think his coloring is off compared to this outfit though (mainly the bottom half), but it’s definitely orange and he does seem like a notable enough character to get a reference.

Alternatively, it could be Inazuma She’s a woman with a high amount of skill, alongside someone who ended up possessed by the villain Jei. I’m not sure her orange outfit is even that common a wardrobe choice for her (especially when possessed by Jei) and even the orange outfit I’ve seen is only about as accurate as Yukichi’s.

Or maybe it’s Keiko who I wrote down as a possibility when doing notes, although she both seems to be visually the least likely and least important to Usagi’s story as a whole.

Edit: As bluberry-san mentioned in the comments, this may be a reference to Yumeji Kurokouchi, a character from the Samurai Showdown fighting game series. A lot of Usagi’s moves are references to characters in Samurai Showdown, so a color reference to one doesn’t seem impossible. The in-game sprite specifically for Yimeji does look the closest to anything else I found, with an orange-ish top and white bottom.

Usagi on the left, middle is Yukichi, right is Yumeji.

# 8 - Jei? - Jei is a major, recurring antagonist in the Usagi comics. Given that the Usagi wiki lists Jei as “Usagi’s true arch nemesis,” I think it’s likely he would’ve been referenced with a skin. He does seem to wear predominantly black which fits this color well.

Alternatively, it may be a reference to ninja’s in general in the Usagi comics. There’s 3 different Ninja clans within Usagi Yojimbo and from my memory of the 03 crossovers and looking it up online, all 3 seem to be recurring antagonist groups. There may be a specific ninja this references, but it appears that Ninja in general tend to be depicted with black attire (likely to aid in their sneakiness).

# 9 - Lady Mura? - I did see a Reddit comment describe this one as a reference to Gen. However, Lady Mura seems the most fitting visually given her clothing here is definitely a white upper half and a red lower half. Story wise however, she doesn’t seem incredibly significant given the synopsis on the wiki ends shortly with her death. Although I do want to add on for anyone interested, her story is based on a real person named Murasaki Shikibu who wrote “one of the world’s first novels” according to Wikipedia.

# 10 - Comics - Many of Usagi’s comics were initially printed in black-and-white which pairs well with the black-and-white TMNT skins. IIRC, he also has outright crossed over in the Mirage comics before.

# 11 - “Samurai Warrior: The Battles of Usagi Yojimbo” - While it does look like an NES color, I think it’s actually a reference to this old PC game. The picture I nabbed online was from the Commodore 64 version.

# 12 - Gameboy - As far as I know, he doesn’t have any Gameboy games, but the pallet does seem to be based on the Gameboy.

Update: Forgot there was an Edo period set of stages added into Shredder’s Revenge with literal Usagi Yojimbo characters in the background. Will check out later to see if any of those stages seem to link to his colors.

Update 2: When I played a lot of Survival mode earlier, I saw 5 characters in there in the Edo period. 2 were characters I don’t think I even saw in my wiki research, 2 others I did somewhat recognize didn’t seem to share pallets with Usagi, then the 5th one I’m pretty sure is a human Hamato Yoshi from TMNT who I highly doubt the orange costume references (also in part because the lower half is different like many other potential candidates I found). I may do some further analysis of the stages later on, but I don’t think there’s much significant to add to this post.

All other Color References posts:

1. Karai

2. Leonardo

3. Michelangelo

4. Raphael

5. Donatello

6. April O’Neil

7. Master Splinter

8. Casey Jones

9. Usagi

[talonslockau]

Forest of Secrets - Chapter 13

Chapter 12 || Index || Chapter 14

Fireheart shook himself off as he entered camp, carrying the limp body of an ill-fated cardinal. The first snows of leafbare had at last arrived, beginning to coat everything in cold, white flakes. Only the camp currently remained uncovered, thanks to the careful pattern of branches and leaves that stretched over it, though he imagined that it wouldn’t remain that way for very long.

As he took his kill to the freshkill pile, he could see that camp was bustling with activity. He could hear Goldenflower’s litter begging her and Frostfur to go out and see the snow, while the elders were bitterly complaining about how the cold was reaching their bones. Even most of the warriors were sitting around camp, sharing tongues in the evening light. It was good to see the Clan thriving, even despite leafbare and the sinister plots that threatened them.

“It’s quite active today.” He heard Longtail remark to Tigerclaw as he deposited his prey. “Has something happened while we were out?”

“Bluestar will be calling a meeting shortly.” The dark tabby deputy responded with his usual low growl. “You’ll see.”

Fireheart perked his ears, but he knew better than to ask anything of the treacherous tabby. It was too early for anything regarding the Gathering; it was still over a half-moon away. No, he thought to himself as his eyes drifted towards where Cinderpaw and Snowkit were play-fighting, this had to be something else.

He caught sight of Peppermask, who was sitting near the entrance, and trotted over with a tail flick as greeting. “Where’s Graystripe?” He asked her curiously as he sat down beside her. “Surely the Twolegplace patrol got back before we did.”

“They did. Tinyfrost and Dustleap are here.” She pointed out the two warriors with her tail, nearly on the opposite sides of camp. “He must’ve left almost immediately, because he wasn’t here when I got back from patrol.”

The ginger tom frowned at that. “Do you think he’s avoiding us?” He wondered, glancing at the bramble entrance. It was empty - all the patrols for the day had already come back. “He’s been spending a lot of time out of camp since the Gathering.”

“Since Quickflash died.” The spotted tabby replied, her ears dipping slightly as she gave him a warning glance. “He’s likely just distracting himself with hunting. He probably thinks he’s being helpful.”

“He wasn’t in camp for the battle, either. You think he’d stay in camp after the scolding Tigerclaw gave him when he finally showed up again.” He huffed as he recalled getting woken out of his drowsing by Tigerclaw’s yowling. He couldn’t fault the deputy, either: All Graystripe had brought back from his day-long hunt had been a couple paltry voles that would barely feed one of Goldenflower’s kits. “I hope he doesn’t miss this meeting. Do you think it’s going to be-?”

“I hope it is. I don’t think anyone can deny that Cinderpaw fought bravely during the battle. Taking on Ratscar and Tangleburr by herself- that’s something any cat could be proud of. Especially with what happened to Mistspring…” Fireheart glanced across camp towards the healer’s den as Peppermask spoke, but the entrance was covered in shadow in the evening light; he couldn’t see inside at all. “If she’s not made a warrior after that, then when?”

“Right.” Fireheart couldn’t disagree with that; he was thinking much the same thing. It had to be a ceremony; if it were anything else, surely Peppermask would have already heard the gossip and told him as such.

“And it’s past time for Snowkit to be apprenticed, too. Sandstorm’s been dropping ‘hints’ all day that she thinks Tigerclaw is going to pick her to be his mentor. It’s her time, or whatever.” The molly rolled her green eyes with great exaggeration. “I was about ready to claw her mouth shut on patrol!”

Fireheart hesitated. It was clear that Snowkit’s deafness, and his being held back, wasn’t common knowledge around camp. Was it fair for him to share it with Peppermask? As he glanced towards the nursery, he could see that Speckleflight had separated him from Cinderpaw and was now busily grooming his head and face. Perhaps Peppermask was right, and Snowkit would be apprenticed today after all.

“There!” The tabby beside him gasped, and he looked over to see Bluestar emerge from her den and immediately scale the Highrock. Even before she said a word, the Clan started to swarm out from around the clearing.

“All cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Highrock for a Clan meeting!” The Thunderclan leader called out proudly, watching her warriors assemble beneath her. “As you all surely know by now, Brokentail and his rogues were indeed planning to invade our camp. Already they had been stealing prey from our territory.”

There were jeers and hisses at her words, and he noticed a few cats glance back towards the prison where Darkstripe was guarding with a scowl. Word had also spread of Brokentail being held prisoner, and while the Clan had accepted Bluestar and Yellowfang’s word on the matter, it was clear that they had mixed feelings about it. Fireheart couldn’t blame them: Even though Yellowfang was true to her word and hunting and caring for him, he still felt strange about protecting the kit-killer after they had taken in his victims.

“Each warrior in the patrol performed their duties admirably. Fireheart, Dustleap, Longtail and Mousefur acted with great courage and risked their lives to make sure our camp remains safe. Thunderclan honors each of them.” There were excited and envious murmurs at her words, and he noticed several cats stealing a glance towards where he was sitting. He ignored them, keeping his eyes focused on Bluestar.

“However, there is one cat on the patrol that acted just as bravely as each of these warriors, who has not yet received her name.” All eyes now turned towards where Cinderpaw was sitting, near the middle of the crowd. The dark gray molly sat as still as stone, but her tail tip rattling furiously betrayed her excitement. “Her mentor and I have agreed: she has earned her warrior name. Cinderpaw, step forward.”

She did so readily, her dark blue eyes as wide as the moon as she gazed up at the silver queen. “I, Bluestar, leader of Thunderclan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. She has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend her to you as a warrior in her turn.” Their twin blue gazes were locked on each other now. “Cinderpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?”

The young molly’s body was shaking all over now, yet she still nodded determinedly. “I do!” She yowled, her voice echoing through camp for all to hear. Several cats stifled a chuckle, Fireheart among them.

“Then by the powers of Starclan, I give you your warrior name. Cinderpaw, from this moment on you will be known as Cinderspark. Starclan honors your valor and quick thinking, and we welcome you as a full warrior of Thunderclan.” Bluestar jumped off the Highrock to meet the new warrior, and rested her muzzle on the dark gray molly’s forehead before allowing her to lap respectfully at the leader’s shoulder.

“Cinderspark! Cinderspark!” Fireheart called along with the rest of the crowd, glancing towards the healer’s den as he caught sight of movement. Mistspring stood next to the rocky entrance, her own icy blue eyes glittering with pride as she watched. He could see that her throat was covered in white cobwebs; she was still recovering from her wounds, and he guessed she was under healer’s orders not to use her voice.

The rest of the crowd parted as they caught sight of her, allowing the former mentor through to the newly-appointed warrior. He saw her mouth move slightly as a few quiet words were exchanged before they gently touched noses. As Mistspring began to move back towards the healer’s den, the crowd quickly pressed in, eager to welcome Cinderspark into the warrior ranks.

Fireheart joined them, watching as the newest warrior beamed in pride as she welcomed congratulation after congratulation. “Well done.” He mewed softly to her, touching noses with her softly. “I knew you could do it.”

“Thank you, Fireheart.” He paused as she replied, glancing back at her sparkling blue eyes. “For believing in me, despite everything.”

“Of course.” He dipped his head before continuing on, allowing Peppermask to greet her sister as a warrior. He fondly thought of his own warrior ceremony, as much of a blur as it was from how exhausted he had been. At least Cinderspark wouldn’t have to sit vigil with those mourning, like he had. Tonight would be a night of triumph for her.

He was just about to pad away when he heard a loud yowl from the crowd. “Wait!” He turned to see Speckleflight glaring at Bluestar, who had begun to make for her den. “There’s still one more ceremony to be performed tonight.” The pale golden queen growled, her yellow gaze locked on the leader. “I’ve waited long enough: it’s time to make Snowkit an apprentice.”

While the cats in the crowd perked their ears in curiosity, Bluestar’s own ears flattened in anger. “I’ve already had this conversation with you far too many times, Speckleflight.” She snapped, her blue eyes narrowed to slits. “My decision is final.”

“He deserves a ceremony!” The oldest queen howled, the fur on her spine beginning to raise. “Would you truly make him stay in the nursery forever?”

The silver leader’s scruff started to rise in response. Cats around them whispered eagerly, Cinderspark’s ceremony momentarily forgotten in the sudden drama, and Bluestar glanced towards them with a frown. After a long moment, she sighed and forced her fur to flatten. “If you insist on Snowkit leaving the nursery, Speckleflight, then I suppose I have no choice but to agree.” 

She began to ascend the Highrock once more as Speckleflight grinned triumphantly. Fireheart wanted to celebrate with her, but something about the leader’s flicking tail told him to hesitate. “Snowkit, step forward.” She called out, gazing out at the white kit sitting near the nursery still.

Snowkit stepped forward at his mother's coaxing, looking surprised and a little nervous as Bluestar glared down at him. "Snowkit. The time has come for you to move to the elders' den." There were gasps of shock at her words. Most of the Clan wasn't aware of the young tom's deafness, so such a move would no doubt confuse them. “I will have Dewpaw arrange you with a suitable nest."

The gathered cats eyed each other uneasily as Snowkit stood there, his head tilted in confusion. After several moments of tense silence, Speckleflight came to stand beside her kit. "He won't be going to the elders' den without me." She growled defiantly at her leader as she rested her tail on her son's flank.

Several heartbeats passed. Even though the air was freezing, his fur felt hot from the tension between the two. At last, the leader dipped her head in acknowledgement. "Very well." Bluestar replied coldly. "Speckleflight. Is it your wish to retire to the elders' den?"

Fireheart shifted nervously as he watched the two mollies face each other down. "If you make us, then yes." The dappled golden queen snapped, the fur on her spine beginning to rise.

The silver leader ignored her attitude and continued on. "Thunderclan honors you, Speckleflight, and all the moons of service you have given us in the nursery. May it be Starclan's will that you have many moons of rest."

It was then that Fireheart realized the disparity between the two elder ceremonies, and he grimaced uncomfortably. It was clear that Bluestar cared very little for Snowkit, which seemed so uncharacteristic of her normal motherly demeanor towards the rest of the Clan. 

He glanced at where Cinderspark was standing as Speckleflight began herding Snowkit towards the other elders, and saw the dark gray molly's tail was bristling out of anger for her friend. Still, if she had any objections, she didn't voice them.

“Clan dismissed.” Bluestar called, and the rest of the Clan immediately started gossiping amongst themselves. A kit going straight to the elders’ den was unheard of. And while Speckleflight was the oldest queen in the nursery, it had been assumed - expected, even - that she would have another litter after Snowkit. What would her retirement mean for the nursery?

“Fireheart…?” He glanced over to see Peppermask padding over to him. “You don’t look surprised. Did you know…?”

“I-” He glanced back at the elders’ den. Smallear seemed to be leading Snowkit into the den, presumably to get him a nest, while Rosetail and One-eye were pressed into Speckleflight’s side in comfort. “Back in leaf-fall, the Gathering after I became a warrior, I overheard Speckleflight talking to Bluestar about his apprentice ceremony. Bluestar said she wouldn’t give him one, but I didn’t know why until recently.” He looked back to meet her questioning gaze. “Snowkit is deaf.”

“That’s why…? Oh. Oh.” Peppermask looked past him to the elders’ den. “I- I guess I can see that. Most elders retire once they’re no longer able to hear certain sounds. I guess I can see the logic in it, but to never even give him a name seems cruel.” 

Fireheart hesitated. He didn’t know where he stood on such matters. He was still new to the Clan and its ways, and while he knew why Bluestar had done it, some part of him agreed with Peppermask. He had seen the delight on Snowkit’s face when pretending to spar with Cinderpaw - a delight he remembered well from sparring with his friends as an apprentice. It felt cruel of Bluestar to never give him the chance to experience that for himself.

“Graystripe!” He blinked out of his thoughts as he heard Peppermask call her brother’s name, and turned to see the gray tom exiting the bramble entrance. “Where have you been?”

He looked startled to see them, his yellow eyes wide as they flicked back and forth between his sister and his friend. “I- uh- I was just taking a walk. Enjoying watching the snowflakes falling and all that. What happened? Why is everyone gathered around the Highrock?”

“Cinderspark got her warrior name. You missed it.” Even though he didn’t look at her, he could feel the tense anger in Peppermask’s form beside him. Obviously, she wasn’t pleased with Graystripe in the slightest. “And Speckleflight and Snowkit-”

“She did?” Graystripe gasped in surprise. “I better go congratulate her then! Thanks for letting me know.” He breezed past them, not even bothering to listen to the rest of her words. The gray spotted tabby stared after him, her mouth agape in shock.

“That was weird, even for Graystripe.” Fireheart observed out loud. “He doesn’t even look wet from snow-melt.” Actually, it was quite the opposite - his fur was light and fluffy, as though it had been well-groomed.

“Yeah…” Peppermask replied, her tail twitching beside him. “He doesn’t seem like he’s mourning much at all anymore. Enjoying the snowflakes falling? He’s never liked the cold. He wouldn’t be out there without a reason.”

The ginger warrior hesitated beside her. Had Graystripe lied to them? But why? Surely he knew he could trust them with anything. Even as he thought it, however, thoughts about his sister surfaced. He often lied and said he was going hunting when he visited her. But Graystripe certainly didn’t have any kittypet kin, so who would he be lying about visiting? No, he thought to himself - it must be something else.

“I guess it doesn’t matter right now.” The spotted tabby sighed, getting to her paws. “I’m going to go bring some prey to the nursery. We’re all going to have to take care of the apprentice chores, until Goldenflower’s kits become apprentices.” Her nose twitched irritably. “Unless Bluestar holds them back, too.”

“I hope not!” Fireheart mewed as she padded away. Still, he couldn’t get his mind off of Graystripe. What was his friend hiding? Was it the same reason he seemed to be avoiding them? As he watched Cinderspark accepting congratulations from her brother, he couldn’t help but shake the feeling that something was wrong - and that he wouldn’t find out what until it was too late.