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girltigerclaw · 11 months ago

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breaking into ur house rn

top ten characters and bottom ten. reasons are optional

I just finished this chart thing i think i actually stole from your blog a few months ago <3 Slightly edited to my own prefs.

If anyone wants the template check the reblogs, and feel free to add you own. I'd love to see. I'm just rambling under here:

Leafpool: She is more special and sacred than the virgin mary. She has everything. Daughter of the first protagonist, ex boyfriend for me to hate, TONS of wlw situationships<3, a lifetime of tragedy, and some of the most gorgeous canon art to exist.

Crookedstar: Crookedstar is a trans woman to me. Her life is genuinely just so tragic and fucked, I love it. The erins asked: “How much truama, death and misfortune can you fit into a single cat?” and then they wrote Crookedstar’s promise.

Tawnypelt: GIRLS WHO HATE THEIR FATHERS. The erins dont love her like I do.

Tallstar: I love old men… I fucking love seeing older characters and how much they’ve changed from their younger selves. Tallstar is considered one of, if not the most peaceful leader in the clans. But also when he was like 19 he went on a quest to fucking murder a guy :3

Cloudstar: I rlly do not care abt anyone in Skyclan(I like Leafstar but she's not a fav yknow?) Cloudstar... he was based as fuck. Why did Starclan get away with this shit for real??

Scourge: It’s fucking Scourge. He’s awesome

Briarlight: I’m disabled and I love her. She has such a consistent fun, sweet personality and she makes me happy!!<3

RavenBarley: It deserves all the attention and hype it gets. Though I wish mlm ships didn’t overshadow wlw ones in this fandom, RavenBarley is genuinely well written and makes me very emotional even if the publisher didnt allow it to be explicitly canon.

CrookedBlue: TRANS WOMEN CROOKEDSTAR YURI. Two leaders having a forbidden relationship and kits is way more interesting than Oakheart. The angst of Crooked and Blue sitting next to eachother every gathering while the entire forest has their eyes on them. Don’t look for too long, don’t let the mourning slip into your voice. You have to pretend your lover is a stranger. You… have become strangers. You can never be together again. You're enemies now. This is what we wanted, isn’t it? …We’ll never be happy again.

Mothwing: Her novella delving into her relationship with Hawkfrost was so good and heartbreaking.

Heathertail: Daughter of leader, sister of a major villian, and former love interest of a protagonist! Why did she fall off the second po3 ended. She’s shown to be very compassionate and willing to put her own feelings aside for the sake of others. Would’ve honestly prefered her as a mate to Lionblaze or get a pov herself over the nothing we got.

Blackstar: *Murders an elderly woman trying to stop me from kidnapping children. Supports a dictator openly abusing/neglecting children and the elderly. Murders a man for refusing to kill mixed raced children- then tells said man’s sister that she will never be safe.* Man…. i sure do feel bad for abusing and killing all of those people…. Good thing I will face no consequences and proceed to be made leader, where I will have even more power over the wellbeing of others.

I hate. This guy.

The New Prophecy: A classic. My first series was actually tnp! i feel more attached to first arc cats tho, if you couldn't already tell by my list lmao

Johanna Map- Best Tawnypelt content out there

BlueQuince: My personal handcrafted, homemade Yuri. Bluefur feels terrible about Tiny going missing and promises Quince she’ll help her find him. They never did, but they had a very… fleeting but intimate relationship. Quince is grieving and Bluefur feels so overwhelmed by the duties in her clan. They’ve always thought of eachother since but never met again.

Tigerclaw: My name sake<3 The angst of his earlier life is so, so facinating to me. Starclan being straight fucked up and decided killing him is their only option? He was a kid and they saw him as a lost cause from the start. They never tried any other methods, never tried to steer him in the right direction or… even just take it into their own hands and kill him themself, which they have SHOWN they’re capable of.

They watched all the the horrific crimes he commited, entirely aware they were going to happen. Thats. Fucking. Horrifying. Starclan is scary as shit… and his death? FANTASTIC. I only wish he’d gotten lives from cats he killed so that him coming back to life to suffer over and over was an actual curse from Starclan and not blessings. They knew how he would die and they gave him the lives to torture him for his sins…

Flywhisker: Adhd girlies. Painfully relate to that feeling of the constant scolding for never being “good enough” because I prefer to do things a certain way or struggle to focus. So, SO happy for her when she left the clans! You don’t have to prove yourself to anyone! Hope she’s happy and warm indoors with her brother💕

(P.S. I was very suprised to find she actually had an official art piece!)

Bluestar: Get behind me women with mental disorders. I will defend you. Beautifully complex and tragic character, my favorite written in the series. Literally can't think of a single other female character in handled as seriously and with the complexity of Bluestar. (Although her super edition was a bit of an L with how others treated her, it ultimately makes her breakdown even more painful.)

Exile from Shaodwclan: Nightstar my beloved! He's such a great guy. The rightful leader of Shadowclan, always and forever.

Ravenpaw's Farewell: HE DIED IN BARLEY'S ARMS, TELLING HIM HE WILL FIND HIM, NO MATTER WHERE HE IS. FUCK.

Crookedstar art: So beautiful. I genuinely think she's one of the prettiest cats in the series. This along with her official art by Wayne Mcloughlin.

Leopardstar: As a kid I hated her and loved Blackfoot, now I hate Blackfoot and love her. #feminism. But seriously I think she has way more going for her than he ever has. Her father is a medicine cat who hates violence, the DRASTIC change in Riverclan's view of outsiders upon Crookedstar's death and her leadership. Her already having a position of power before proving she's unworthy of it. (Unlike Blackstar who gets rewarded for his racism and violence by being made leader afterwards) and the fact she has to interact with her victims on a daily basis after what she did.

The writings attempts to redeem her are really lame and dismissive of the actually damage she did, but at the very least they TRIED to do something else with her. Personally, I would have loved to see her assassinated by Mistyfoot. Just like her mother Bluestar was almost killed all those moons ago by Tigerclaw... The parallels of violence for power and violence for peace. A victim repeating the actions of the very man who killed her brother to put an end to what he started in Riverclan.... A shadow in Riverclan, if you will. (<-Pretending erin hunter has hired me to rewrite their series)

Windclan: Tunneling as a concept and inviting outsiders into their clan so friendly and casual makes the clan seems so much more diverse than the others. It always stuck out to me!

Andddd there are my current warrior cat options as of 2023! If someone actually read this whole ramble ily<3

#THANKS FOR THE ASK. sorry i wrote you a novel❤#I already wanted an excuse to just throw all my favs and thoughts into one place so i used ur ask as that lol #asks #mypost

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 1 month ago

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HIT ‘EM UP! (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Cowboy!Gojo Satoru x Cowboy!Geto Suguru x Black!Cowgirl!Reader (Slow Burn/Enemies to Lovers)

Synopsis: You get to meet Geto & Gojo the Gunslingers, the notorious outlaws that have every town and law enforcement in a twist, when your bum-ass BF offers you as payment to avoid going to prison. Little do they know that this is only a part of your plan to get what you desire. But when you realize that the infamous gun-slinging, smooth-talking cowboys could be everything you want and more when they offer you a deal to team up with them, will you successfully be able to go through with it?

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINOS GTFO); poly!SatouSugu; Reader is Black & Fem; Mention of other JJK characters; Porn with Plot; Tragic Backstories; T/W for Childhood Trauma, Parental Death, Violence, Panic Attacks & Torture; Angst/Hurt/Comfort; Hand Kink; Masturbation; Voyeurism; Gay Sex; Polyamorous; Double Deepthroat; Mutual Oral; Fingering; CMNF; Spitroast; Riding; Unprotected PiV Sex; Creampies; Outside/Public Sex; Shotgunning; Multiple Positions; Spit Kink; Facials; MDom/fsub Undertones; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: I’m about 85% finished with this story, so I’ve got a 4-chapter update for y’all!! I’m planning on finishing this around mid-October & I’ll be posting some ✨spooky smut✨ shit too that I’m soooo excited for! Enjoy! -Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen PT I & II. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Epilogue. Soundtrack.

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SIXTEEN: A NEW CHANGE.

That night, you settle into your parents’ home and realize that you have never felt such comfort before.

After helping Eren with the animals and petting the horses, you help Yuri in the kitchen. She has planned a big banquet dinner for you and the Gunslingers who are also settling in nicely.

In the small but humble kitchen, all kinds of delicious aromas roam through the air—roasted chicken in the oven; fresh corn on the cob bubbling in a pot on the stove that will be slathered in homemade basil butter soon; mashed sweet potatoes and green beans; a salad made by Eren which is the only thing he can cook.

And then later, vanilla ice cream and your mama’s famous apple dumpkins. Gojo will be excited for that. You walk around the kitchen, helping Yuri clean up by washing dirty dishes in the sink.

She stands by the oven in her apron, her face flushed from the oven’s heat. “Oh, honey, you don’t have to do that,” she tuts. “Go on and wash up! I’ll take care of it! You need to get settled in, don’t you?”

You turn to her as you begin to wash a bowl, your hands soapy and warm. You have to lean against the counter to do it, your cane left at your side. “I already have,” you reply. “Thank you for givin’ me the guest room.”

Yuri smiles at you as she bends down to check the chicken. “Well, we need you and the boys to be comfortable. Speakin’ of, can you tell the boys dinner will be ready in five?”

You nod and peck her cheek before walking out of the delicious-smelling kitchen on your cane. You haven’t spoken much to the Gunslingers since you got here, not wanting to bother them. After all, they needed to settle in too.

“Boys!” you call as you skip up the steps. “Dinner’s almost ready!”

When you don’t hear an answer, you continue upstairs to walk to the closed door of their guest room, but you don’t expect for the door to open so suddenly as you bend forward to knock. “Oh!” you gasp, startled.

You’re silenced though when you catch the sight of Geto who greets you at the door. Shirtless, wet, and in nothing but a towel around his slim waist.

Droplets of water cascade down his body that looks like it’s been sculpted by the Gods–six-pack abs, broad, tatted shoulders and big, inked arms; a snake tattoo at his side that stretches all the way down to his V-line that disappears in a tuft of fine, black hair the same as his chest where you also notice that his nipples are pierced.

Oh, my God. You nearly salivate at the sight of him. He is just as sexy as Gojo.

His eyebrows furrow at you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you,” he says, apologetic. “I was in the shower.” He nods down at his towel, a slight, sheepish chuckle leaving his lips. Shamelessly, your eyes tick down to his towel, imagining him moving it away to reveal his c–

“No, I-I’m sorry,” you stammer, willing the naughty thoughts away. “I-I just wanted to tell you that dinner will be ready in five.” You offer him a smile, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. Even to you it feels forced.

“Oh, okay,” he awkwardly says with a nod. “I’ll wake Gojo then. Thank you.”

“Okay,” you whisper. “I’ll be downstairs then.”

Quickly, you turn around and head back to the steps, holding onto the wall for balance because you don’t quite trust your feet. You’ve never skedaddled so fast out of a situation the way you did this one.

Even when you make it back into the kitchen, you feel unsteady and flushed, thoughts of being in that shower with Geto haunting you. Even worse is imagining him and Gojo both sharing a nice, hot soak with you, your body pressed between theirs as the warm water cascades over you, drowning out your moans as they touch, squeeze, grope, and stroke you.

Maybe they would do you right there in the shower, one of their cocks stroking your throat while the other is inside of you, plunging in and out of your pussy, your knees bent to accommodate both men. Or maybe they would opt to fuck you on a nice, soft bed instead, one of them flipping you onto your back and pinning your thighs apart with their big hands while the other tilts your chin up to fuck your face.

You’ve been having these salacious thoughts and fantasies more and more ever since Geto and Gojo saved you from your snake bite and brought you to Willow Springs. There have been moments you’ve embarrassingly touched yourself in your bed at Nanami’s infirmary to the thought of your duo having you in very naughty, compromising positions.

That’s another thing you’ve noticed: you’ve started referring to Geto and Gojo as yours. Your duo. Your Gunslingers. Your guys. While anyone else would wave it off since you’re friends, you can’t help the way you feel weird about it, like you’re not supposed to think them in such an intimate way.

When you get back to the kitchen, you immediately busy yourself with helping Yui with setting the table. You come in like a hurricane, sit down at the table, and silently begin gathering plates and utensils.

Your mom watches curiously as she checks the con. “You alright?” she worriedly asks. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

You don’t look at her, instead setting the utensils down on the counter and separating them. “I’m fine,” you cough. “Lemme set the table for you.” You move slow, standing the as long as you can to will the nasty thoughts away. Foks with foks, knives with knives.

Yuti busies herself taking the corn cobs out of the pot and laying them in a dish to cool and serve, obviously trying to give you space. But then she sighs and wriggles her hands through her dishtowel. “Listen, sweetie, can we talk for a minute?”

“About what?” you ask, paying closer attention to the silverware than you normally would.

You can physically hear the woman swallow before continuing, cherry picking her words. “I know I tease ya, but that’s only to poke fun. I don’t really mean the things I say about you and your friends, but–”

“Mama,” you interrupt. You pause, looking at her over your shoulder. “What’s this about?”

Yui presses her lips into a thin line, contemplating whether or not to continue. But like a mother does, she does continue. “I know you said they’re just your friends,” she begins, “and I’m sure they are! But…I just can’t help but think that at one point, they were somethin’ more to you.”

Her eyes are soft and understanding. You hate that. You hate that she can see right through the hardened shell you’ve built around yourself. “Did somethin’ happen between you and them on the road here?” she asks. “And I’m not askin’ to get in your business, Y/N. You’re a grown woman and can make your own decisions. You just seem so…unhappy.”

“I am happy,” you protest, giving her a smile that you hope comes off as reassuring. “And no, nothin’ like that happened between us. They are just my friends. My partners.”

You nearly cringe at the sound of ‘my partners’. Even that sounds romantic.

“Well, they seem to care aboutcha an awful lot,” Yuri points out. “Enough to rescue you from the snake bite and stay with you until you fully recover.” You don't nod, not wanting to agree with her. You’d be proving exactly what she’s saying right.

So you give her the justification you gave yourself while continuing to gather the dishes until you are sure you have enough. “We’re just friends,” you repeat. “Besides, even if there were feelings involved, it wouldn’t work. I want a quiet life here and they want–”

The back door to the kitchen leading out into the fam slams open, silencing you. “Back with more basil!” Eren calls, holding up a basket of fresh basil. His smile fades when he sees how tense you are. “Uh…what’s goin’ on?” he awkwardly asks.

“Nothing!” both you and Yuri reply, and quickly hurry to finish setting up for dinner.

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