#goldenfire

[bramblewhisker]

Firestar to Tigerstar in a GoldenFire AU: Your son calls me "Dad".

Firestar to Tigerstar in a BrambleFire AU: Your son calls me "Dad".

[dndtreasury]

Goldfire Dragon by Amethyst Dragon

[therantingsage]

Remembered abruptly I used to have a Warrior Cat sona when I was a kid that I never ever even drew? Despite doing lots of crappy doodles as a child I never drew her specifically. So I decided to do that on a whim. This is the best approximation of what I remember + some creative liberties because I remember her being overly-simple design wise

[tudopraseupc01]

VLOG - Unboxing e Review do pacote 2De2 comprado no site internacional AliExpress - SSD Goldenfir 120 GB de 2,5p

[redsn0w]

tiny update "I AM NOT DEAD!!!!!!!!!!!"

I hope I can probably write for July... hopefully. ive been thinking about seriously rewriting some of the earlier chapters bcause i am NOT liking how they read out... i'll probably need to think about it some more. i also lost some planning files for the lore updates thanks to a faulty ssd (NEVER BUY GOLDENFIR, HOLY SHIT)

i turned on the Patreon billing for July, so please unsubscribe if you need to save money, money is important!

[safrona-shadowsun]

𝟐-𝟓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

Burgundy Red, like a deep wine and blood still within the vein.

The smokey Violet of a settling evening or unknown shadow.

A vibrant Blue, the glow of the manifesting Void and scattered nebulas.

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒

A deep, savory wine uncorked, Quel'danas Bloodberry infused.

Goldenfire Orchid oils, subtle sweet floral aroma distinct to elevated areas of the Valley of the Four Winds.

The faint scent of burning leaves, stronger in the aftermath of a summon or spellcast.

𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍

Steampunk Fantasy with built in corsets for support.

Pandaren-inspired robes or kimonos in feminine styles.

Colors representing varied hues of liquor and wine.

Ankle-cut boots.

Distinct jeweled pieces worn with ulterior magical purpose.

𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒

Augmented radio Hearthstone.

Ethereal Datapad/Speakstone.

Red Velvet Coinpurse.

Business Cards.

Embellished liquor flask.

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄

Stately, observant, hands usually occupied.

Professional, courteous distance.

Diverting, disarming smiles.

Physically engaged, yet distant eyes.

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

WINE.

A galaxy or nebula contained within an eye.

A raven skull etched on a silver coin.

A heart scarab.

An elegant scythe.

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[ashenvein-gate]

Kessug's Lab

The counter's iron-grooved edge squeals under my talons. This stupid place. This stupid, stupid place! It's all built to purpose on the Queen's orders. Cold stone engraved with purely utilitarian runes, a network hidden away beneath Ekraith Mountains. Just one more laboratory...

I wasn't...

A tear of violet coronas, whistling mirage-like distortion, falls from a goldenfire eye onto the iron, unraveling a crater of wispy smoking strands.

I wasn't supposed to start thinking of it as home. But I have. I've spent years here studying our enemies.

Every alembic and retort, every construct from the crystal-tipped arms enchanted to pull apart and unravel essences, to the memory-condenser and integrated crystal array used to study recorded battles. The vaulted halls, the barracks staffed by my assigned personal guard...

At some point or other between my duties, I've taken a tumble in every last bunk of that long squat chamber, squirmed and squealed and clawed my affections into every single soldier in places from their own mattresses, to up against the walls, to the laboratory rooms themselves.

That... started as the Queen's own orders. "An unfed succubus stutters sluggish," she chided, pricking my brow with her talon. "Feed well, my young maershal. Learn to enjoy yourself. You shall find it less onerous than you fear."

Much as I bristled inside, she was right. After overcoming my own insecurities, I came to find it... thrilling. To pivot at the wiggle of a brow from teasing out the existential secrets of a new world, to moaning and writhing as lust washed out every other thought... it took months for me to name that sensation, but it's a familiar comfort to me now. "I am a witch-succubus. This is my place, this is what I should be doing." This refuge, this sanctuary of fell insights, has nurtured as much discovery of myself as the world we infiltrated.

Of course I came to know it for my home. Of course I've grown... attached.

"Kes? Kes!"

Bezheug's voice at last cuts through my stupor. Shaking myself, green face and bosom soaked with violet warp-tears and blackly-acidic demonic snot, I look to her.

Smiling a line between sympathetic and awkward, she hefts the box of vials in her arms, filled with half-expended essence. "Where do you want these?"

Mopping my eyes on a violet gown's sleeve, I point to a spiral stairway at the back of the lab. "Dump them in the escape-way."

It frowns. "Kessug, you worked hard on these blends, you were still trying to perfect half of them--"

"Just..." I sniffle. "Please just let it go. I can't bear to draw this out one minute longer than I must."

Bez frowns harder, waiting to see whether I change my mind.

"... take out the third and fifth vials on the near side," I finally amend, "and the four directly in the center. Put them in one of the stasis-lock containers. Throw the rest into the escape-way."

She nods, hurrying to do my bidding, and returns after a few minutes. "What now?" it asks.

I beckon her with urgent finger-flexes. "First, come here." She obliges, giving me the solid height of her, the muscular heat of its arms and toned black breast.

Everyone down here is my lover. Only Bez is my beloved.

I learn into her, arms thrown around her shoulders as I sniffle into her neck. "You read the final brief I passed along?"

"That the High King is declaring victory?" it murmurs, stroking my onyx-flow mane. "We all did."

"It's a farce!" I mutter. "Victory over whom? Their world is falling apart, and we aren't even the primary cause!"

The High King of the Crusade by the Divine Undivided, sole mortal sovereign of this world, somehow infuriated so many of the crusader vassal-states that the war between their gods is tearing the world apart. Responding to this, the Queen has bid us withdraw. She deems this collapse more than enough amusement, and wishes to watch from afar as the mortals devour themselves in paranoid infighting. And that means I am leaving it behind, my little home.

"What do you suppose will happen to her?" I murmur, drawing back from Bez. "The songstress from the tavern on the cliffside?" I went to check it two days ago, that little village. A mortal woman used to sing there, such a beautiful bright voice. It often lured me hither. It was utterly abandoned. No signs of struggle. Likely they all packed up to go... somewhere.

"I never did find it in me to sit down with her and talk like I wanted," I confess.

Bez hugs me. "Maybe you and she will meet again, somehow."

"Perhaps." I sniffle again. "It's ridiculous of me... I never knew her, not really. I but liked her voice, and the songs she sang, and she existed near to the place I called home, for a while..."

"Kes," Bez soothes, "you do not have to justify what you feel. Not with me."

"Thank you..." I close my eyes, drifting in her scent and her warmth, until at last I feel ready to pull away. "Let's finish things here. Some time in Machrae Diir will do me good. Help to put..." I wave a hand at this place which soon shall cease to be. "... put this in perspective."

Bez nods. We kiss, break away, and pick up the pace. When the time comes to open a portal of coruscating star-flesh and return to the lambent halls, I hesitate on the threshold. It lies within my power, grown as I am, to take the whole lab away. And at first I mean simply to savor the fantasy and then let it pass, but the more I picture it, the more my longing grows.

I did not have the chance to make my mark on this world as I first meant to, to wander its cities, sneak into the dreams of its people. Those things were meant to come later, after we understood and felt ready to act, after the Queen unleashed us in full upon its lands. We never quite found our moment before it all toppled on its own. But the things I made here, the days I spent here, still belong to me, and I will keep what remains precious.

So I stretch forth my hand, and from it flow the violet waves of my power. A spiraling suction, a silver-edged distortion, blurring lines, colors, matter and pulling them over the portal's threshold, drawing rough subterranean stone closer and closer until only solid rock remains.

"You know," Bez says dryly, "you could've decided to do that before you had us pack everything up." I stick my tongue out, and busy myself stitching together essence-waves to help my little haven blend into Machrae Diir. The first pieces of my domain within the domain... such are the wages of chaos. We do not always gain what we hoped to, but we always gain something, so long as we can find it within us just to reach out and take it.

I stretch languidly, and beckon to my former underlings. "Come, kindred--there's a festival on somewhere!"

So capering, flying, snarling and laughing and singing the night, arm in arm and wing to wing, we slip away into the fertile darkness, seeking whatever frightful delights it may bring until the time comes for another realm to know our touch. I wonder... which will it be?

[vantajao]

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[bramblewhisker]

Goldenflower/Firestar AU???? Wat?? Like how? I'm curious does she have Squirrel and Leaf? How would that affect Twany and Bramble?

Was basing that post on an idea posted early today by theoriginalkittypet about Firestar basically adopting the kits and becoming their de facto Dad and thus also their mother's de facto partner. Mostly for goofs but it probably affects Tawny and Bramble pretty well for having another positive parent figure in the clan!

And I assume Sandstorm still has Squirrel and Leaf I suppose... Firestar has like 80 partners.

[historyhermann]

The Indie Animation Boom Continues in 2022 [part 2]

Continued from part 1

Four characters from of LimeLight (Ashira, Carter, Cheryl, and Alex)

Reprinted from Pop Culture Maniacs, my History Hermann WordPress blog on Jan. 21, 2023, and Wayback Machine. This was the ninth article I wrote for Pop Culture Maniacs. This post was originally published on January 27, 2022.

A show I learned about recently is LimeLight. It started development in January 2021 and is created by a small production team that is part of the Uphoria Animation Studio. It is about a young Black woman named Ashira GoldenFire (voiced by Jazzy Greene) in New Orleans who tries to make it in the music industry. She is helped by her friend Cheryl Stone (voiced by Zoie E. Absher). Both go through “hardships and the evolution of music” as they try to achieve their dreams. But her path becomes harder after she brings Carter Sillver (voiced by Jack Kelly Savage), a Voodoo man, into her life. It is, as the show’s official website describes it, a series with a “twisted love story and adventure.”

The series, which has crowdfunding campaigns on Indiegogo and Patreon, already has a talented cast. Apart from those already mentioned, the cast is diverse, with various Black and Brown actors. Most of those on the crew appear to be first-time actors as the page on IMDB for the show indicates. The series is created by Hannah I. Johnson, who serves as writer, director, and producer.

Apart from Johnson, the show’s team consists of over 30 people, headed by a voice director, production manager, animation director, and editor. It includes various character and creature designers, background artists, writers, storyboarders, animators, and musicians. Johnson, known as MoralSky on Twitter, is the head writer on Samson, described as a “modern take on Robin Hood,” a producer of Robert J. Preston’s Fighting All Odds, an indie coming-of-age animated series about a deaf girl named Jackie, and founder of the Uphoria Animation Studio. Johnson has said, some time ago, that she’d like the pilot of LimeLight to be released in Winter of this year or early 2023.

LimeLight is not the only indie animated series about music. Far-Fetched, which was discussed earlier, focuses on a band, as does Battle of the Bands, a 2d mature animated series created by Allissoon Lockhart, a producer of Studio Meala, supervisor at Netflix, manager of the Qbomb band, and a drummer, with Parker Simmons as the co-showrunner. As it turns out, the lead character designer of Battle of the Bands, Max Monroy, is also the lead character designer on Far-Fetched!

Title and characters from Battle of the Bands

Simmons was previously the creator and executive producer of Mao Mao: Heroes of Pure Heart. The show, Battle of the Bands, is an adult action fantasy. It has Arin Hanson, Game Grumps, Hunter Peterson, Matthew Di Panni, and Hunter Burgan as producers. It looks like it will  come out some time this year. Hanson, Di Panni, Erica Mendez, Sarah Natochenny, Erika Ishii, and Imari are voice actors who are part of a band called Heat Seekers. Already character sheets and bios about the show’s characters have been posted, it has been said there will be a lot of LGBTQ characters, and amazing art about the show has been shared as well, along with the show’s music score. Lockhart has been very active in answering questions and talking about the show on Tik Tok, Twitter, Twitch, Instagram, and elsewhere, including noting the female musicians among the show characters, since the show was created in 2017.

LimeLight, Battle of the Bands, and Band of Mythix make me think about a Metal Family, a Russian indie animated series focusing on a heavy metal-loving family, I recently reviewed. Similar to Metal Family, Battle of the Bands, Band of Mythix, and LimeLight will be released in some form on YouTube. Unlike Metal Family, the aforementioned series are primarily English language series. Although the Metal Family is originally in the Russian language, it has a different voice cast for English dubbed episodes.

On an unrelated note, it’s exciting to see that the show, Road to Friendship, has changed into a show named Corrupted Memories. That series is created by Jocelyn Saravia, a deaf Latinx storyboard artist, and they are collaborating with their friends on the show. This new show is about a mysterious stolen experimental drug which causes “tension between the group of college students.”

Not every indie animation can survive the process of development. Some series are abandoned or ended for a reason or another. One recent example of this is Rain: The Animated Series, based on the soon-to-end webcomic of the same name by Jocelyn Samara DiDomenick which has a trans protagonist named Rain Flaherty, a bisexual aunt of Rain named Fara, a gay man named Aiken Flaherty, a lesbian named Maria Strongwell, a pansexual girl named Emily Caston, and a trans woman named Jessica Li, along with additional characters. The official YouTube channel described it as a “story for boys, girls, and everyone in between.” In September 2021, it was abruptly cancelled before the series premiere. [4] However, the video of the cancellation was later updated to say that while the attempt to “adapt the full comic” has ended since “many of the old cast and crew have moved on,” videos will presumably come in the future. This was further confirmed by a comment saying that while the comic is no longer being animated, there will be “more shorts and videos.” This means that the passion project can continue, but not as a full-fledged animated series. Even so, such an animated series is still possible. One comment said it is only ���canceled for now.” Another said that the original push for an animated series fell apart. [5]

There are additional series I could talk about, like Rogue Metro, a 2D animated “post-cyberpunk science fantasy series with medieval inspirations,” and the S.A.L.E.M.: The Secret Archive of Legends, Enchantments, and Monsters series which has a non-binary protagonist named Salem, along with Oliver who is gay, and Petra who is asexual. Its release date is unknown. The show’s official Twitter account has been silent since April of last year. In exciting news, however, this upcoming April, the series Interstellar Ranger Commence will be released on the official YouTube channel of Browntable, the production company for the series. This independent anime show will release episodes on a monthly basis, and is already set for a season 2!

In the end, I am optimistic that the boom in indie animated series will continue this year and for years to come, bringing joy to creators, artists, voice actors, and viewers alike.

© 2022-2023 Burkely Hermann. All rights reserved.

[therantingsage]

Drew Frozenclaw again but like....made her look more Warrior Cats™

[dreamydreamerofficial]

New 

Energy (Cover)

Music Produced by Dreamy Dreamer

(Synthesizer - Synthwave - Darkwave - Synthpop - New Retro Wave - SoundMix)

Image Design by Dreamy Dreamer

[justanoutlawfic]

Where You Lead: Cinnamon Toast

Inspired by Rory's Dance. Takes place not long after Friday night dinners began.

Also on AO3

Neal hadn’t had a kid free weekend since before Henry was born. Sure, his son would go on the occasional sleepover or Emma would keep him out late when she visited, but he had never been gone for longer than a night.

 That was until Arendelle decided to take the kids on a weekend long trip to Washington D.C. Neal was hesitant about sending Henry, but he was so excited to go with all of his friends. Robin convinced him that Henry would be just fine, all of his friends were going and he had to let go at some point.

 So, reluctantly, Neal had signed the permission slip and sent in the check. Henry left Friday morning, promising to call and let him know how he was doing. As Neal looked around the parking lot, he realized that he was the only parent to show up. The rest of them had sent their nannies. Letting out a deep breath, he reminded himself that every family was different.

 He had every intention of going to Friday night dinner in his son’s place, after all, the deal was more so between him and Wren than anything else. Halfway through his day at the inn, though, he started to feel sick. His throat was itchy, then hurt. He couldn’t stop coughing and his nose was starting to get clogged.

 “You’re sick,” Granny said when he stopped in her office to grab his check.

“I don’t get sick.”

“Bull. A year after you and Henry got here, you had laryngitis.”

“Yeah, well…can you pay me please?”

Granny shook her head and passed the check over to him. “Relax this weekend. I’ll send Ruby by with some soup for you.”

“You don’t have to, Granny.”

“Oh well.”

 He couldn’t help but smile a bit as he walked out. Granny was stubborn and a bit of a pain, but he couldn’t have asked for a better grandmother figure for himself and Henry. Deep down, he knew that she was right. He was sick and it came at the worst time ever. Robin had mapped out a fun weekend for the two of them, getting Regina to watch Roland for him. There was no way that he was going to be in the mood for any of that. At the very least, it’d get him out of dinner with his father.

 Once he got home, Neal plopped down on the couch and dialed a number on his phone. After a few rings, his father’s accented voice rang through his hear.

 “Neal?”

“Pop, hey.”

“You sound awful.”

“Gee thanks. Looks, that’s why I’m calling. I’m not up for driving to Greenwich tonight, but I’ll make up for it. We’ll have two dinners.”

“Neal…”

“Pop, really, I could barely make it home from work. I need to relax. I’ll see you next weekend.”

 Hanging up the phone, Neal rolled over on the couch, shutting his eyes. He took a nap until Ruby dropped by about 15 minutes later, dropping off soup and some other food. He didn’t feel much like eating, so he dropped it off in the kitchen and started to head back to the couch, when there was a knock at the door.

 He walked over, chuckling as he opened it. “Forget something?” He asked, expecting it to be Ruby. He paused when he saw his father standing there. “Pop. What are you doing here?”

“You’re sick.”

“Well…yes…”

“You’re sick and Henry is out of town, you’re not married.”

“Did you drive all this way to rub it in that I’m a spinster?”

“You need someone to take care of you.”

“Take care of me? Dad, I’m…” He leaned into his arm, letting out a shallow, mucus filled cough. He wiped his mouth and blinked the water out of his eyes. “I’m 26, I don’t need to be taken care of.”

“You’re sick,” Wren repeated, before pushing his way past his son. Neal looked at the empty doorway, to behind him, unsure of what had happened.

“Pop, really, I’m fine.” Neal shut the door and followed him. “My friend Ruby dropped off some food, I have cold medicine, I’ll live.”

“You need to be taken care of.”

“So, are you going to take me out back and shoot me?”

Wren gave him a look. “Go lay down.”

 Neal groaned, tilting his head back and heading over to the couch. He flopped down and covered his face with his hands. Why hadn’t he just texted with another excuse?

“I’ll heat up some of this soup,” Wren called out.

“I’m not hungry.”

“You need to eat.”

“Pop, really, I don’t think I can stomach anything right now.”

 There was some silence and Neal let out a deep breath, wondering if he had actually won. 10 minutes later, Wren walked into the living room, balancing a tray with his cane. There were a few slices of toast and a cup of tea sitting on it.

 “I told you, I can’t eat.”

“Toast will be fine.”

Neal watched as his father set it down on top of him, flipping up the legs. “Where’s Belle? Don’t you need to have dinner with her?”

“Belle has dinner with me every night. Frankly, I think she’s sick of me.”

“Really? Hasn’t she only known you a couple of years?”

Wren rolled his eyes. “You’re hilarious. Eat your toast, drink your tea.”

 Neal made a face before looking down at the toast, seeing the applesauce and cinnamon on top. He remembered his father making it for him when he was little, whenever he got sick. The tea was Earl Grey, perhaps the only kind he could stand. He ate about half the food and sipped his hot beverage. It was clear that Wren wasn’t going anywhere, so he had to adjust to it.

 Wren stayed by his side, getting him anything he needed. He managed to get him to eat some soup later on and even put on a movie that both of them would enjoy. Neal couldn’t remember the last time they had gotten along so well.

 Eventually, he started drifting off to sleep. Wren pulled a quilt up over him and started collecting the dishes and tray.

 Neal wasn’t sure if it was the fever or the cold medicine, but he found himself mumbling, “Thank you, Papa.”

[yesimmortalspiritblog]

The poem is in the caption. I wrote it for the element May prompt @thoughtconnection tagged by Denise @nobullheart ~ Slide to see the prompt photo. Thank you Denise for the tag! I revisted the fire piece I wrote years earlier. It's a long piece so I wrote a short version for the prompt. The image is a wallpaper I created movement to. Peace all you majestic souls of love and light!🕊🙏💞💞💞🕊 Poem: Golden Fire I am fire that can cause massive destruction. I leave a backlash trail so you can tell my fiery tale. My fiery nature is sometimes provoked, other times, I appear in a cloak. You believe, I am a season. I can burst into flames at any given reason. I am a life of golden fire, I know you do not desire. You cringe at my summer flare ups already making yourself upset to my potential presence. You fear me! Yet, I am warmth. I help you sustain your earthly comfort and zap the shivers in the coldest winters. I can rupture where butterflies roam and flowers bloom. In Spirit, butterflies flutter their wings in my fiery flames. And roses bloom in my golden plumes. You can dance in my golden fire and never choke in my feathers. You won't even burn or wobble in my flames if only you can tame the fear of my fiery squabble. Have you heard of the three men a king casted into the burning fiery furnace? The king was astounded to see four men walking in the midst of my golden fire and did not burn. He was further stunned that the fourth was like the Son of God. Author: Lorenza Palomino @godzillionloveandlight ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ If you are intersted in reading the story about the king and the three men, you can find it in Daniel 3:16-28 KJV ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ #goldenfire #mayprompt #element #fireelement🔥 #iamfire #poetryandfire #poetryandteatime #threemen #shadrachmeshachabednego #kingnebuchadnezzar #daneil #kjv31628 #godandfire #godisfire #fieryeyes🔥 #kingandmen #fireislife #fireandmeat #fireandme #fireiswarmth #fireandgold #fireisgolden #donotfearfire #donotfearanything #godiswithyou #loveiswithyou #angelsarewithyou #fearnot #mybrethrens🙏 (at Golden Fire-Rescue) https://www.instagram.com/p/CdRfJE-vqFI/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[puddingmcmuffin]

Really late birthday art for my friend hlwar on deviantart.

She’s got a crackship with Eduardo from Young Justice and Starfire, so I drew that. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

(and I guess I did a bit of a Starfire redesign?)