#i know his apprentice is also his mate but...

[obsessivevoidkitten]

The Yeti's Cave

Yandere Male Yeti x Gender Neutral Reader CW: Noncon, pleasurable sex, oil like precum, size difference, rut, language barrier, kidnapping, general yandere behavior Word Count: 1.1k (Took a tiny break from comms to give you guys a winter fic that I hope you will all enjoy. Not my best work, but I hope it will feed you. I am sorry I have been writing so slow lately.)

It was winter in the town of Whelm. Not too unpleasant. Rather cozy, to be perfectly honest. Curled up by the fire. But Whelm was in the valley. Winter in the northern mountains was a frigid hell that few would venture into.

But you had to. A week before cold weather had hit there was a messenger from the village on the other side of the treacherous mountains. A sickness had taken hold, they had urgent need of medicines that could only be crafted from ingredients found around the valley. But it took time to gather and collect such supplies when they were needed at such scale.

You were the apprentice to the wizened old apothecary. A seemingly ancient man who had taught you as much as he could about collecting medicinal herbs, preparing them, and administering them. Seeing as he was so old, only you could make the trip and treat the villagers past the mountain.

You managed to make it there in time. But while you were on your way back home winter kissed the region.

Caught in a flurry of stinging wind and violent snow you barely managed to make it into the relative safety of an odd smelling cave. You wrapped your coat tightly around you. Was this how you were going to go out? Trapped in a cave with limited supplies? Slowly fading into the cold in a weird smelling cave?

As it happened, no.

There was a loud rumbling growl from deep within the cave. Your eyes widened, but you told yourself it was just the wind entering the deeper reaches of your makeshift shelter and making weird noises. But then you heard it again, louder this time.

From the depths emerged a fearsome beast the likes of which you had only heard rumors of. A hulking form, rippling muscles apparent even under thick white fur, a human-like face with sharp teeth and icy blue eyes, and two curled horns atop a shaggy mane of long white hair.

Despite the cold, that got your blood flowing and your heart flowing, you were out and in the snow immediately. A possible death in the cold mountains was better than a certain death by that man-like beast.

Ikkan, the yeti who you had run from, was worried. You were an odd thing that he had never encountered before. But you clearly had no proper fur except what was on your head, and your artificial covering didn’t seem all that effective. You’d freeze out there!

And thus he made it his mission to go and retrieve you.

And he succeeded. Expeditiously.

He dragged you back, kicking and screaming, into his cave. Deeper into it. He held you down on his fur-lined bed with the hope it would warm you up. He also cuddled close, though you still struggled despite his good intentions.

Ikkan decided he would take care of you and you could be his tiny mate. He was lonely, in rut, and you’d definitely die without him to care for you during this harsh time of year. Besides, some part of you clearly wanted him to be your husband. You had entered his den that very clearly smelled of him, after all.

In an effort to calm you down he tried to communicate with you, but each harsh guttural word sounded like a threat to your ears. You were convinced he had saved you to eat you later.

He moved on to offering you food and water but you wouldn’t give up your resistance.

Maybe you were having trouble understanding that he wasn’t intending to hurt you? That he just wanted to be the best he could be for his small mate. How could he get his intent through to you? The answer was clear! He just had to give you some high quality sex! Yeti cum would keep you cozy and you’d know exactly what he wanted to do with you.

You kicked and squirmed as the large furry thing held you down and removed your clothing. His huge cock had come out of its sheath, making his plan for you exceedingly clear. You tried to kick him away but he held you still and patiently applied precum to your hole and massaged it in to lubricate your tight entrance.

Since you were so much smaller than he was he knew you’d need some special attention before slipping into you.

He added his thick saliva to the mix and eventually got to the point where he could easily slip in several fingers into your twitching little hole, making you gasp when he wiggled them around inside of you.

Ikkan knew his little human was ready. He sat on his large bed of furs and pulled you close, planting you firmly on his cock while nestling your shivering body into his warm chest. It really felt amazing. Inside and out. He was surprisingly soft and his touch warmed you quickly.

At the same time, his cock continuously exuded warm oily precum that heated you up from the inside out. He fucked away your resolve in record time. It was clear to you now that he was in no way trying to injure you. Unless you counted having your senses fucked out of you. You wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled into his cozy chest. You even began bouncing on his big cock, desperately trying to get it deeper inside you despite your earlier protests.

The yeti smirked, he knew you’d love his dick.

Ikkan was overjoyed to give his human what they wanted. He quickened the pace and went a bit harder, holding your sides as he began really fucking into you. Blush crept across your face as the two of you came together. The pair of you shivered not from cold, but from pure pleasure.

He cuddled you as you leaned on him with his slowly softening cock still in you before eventually pulling out and laying you on his bed of furs. Strangely, your body seemed to have somehow absorbed the cum and it kept you well heated without the need for your clothing.

For the moment, your brain was overstimulated and you had not fully processed what had happened. But that didn’t matter much to Ikkan, he would take the opportunity to get some food and water in you and if he noticed you becoming bratty again he would just give you some more top tier yeti cock.

You didn’t know when spring would usher in better weather. And it didn’t really matter, because no matter what happened, you would never be leaving.

[istharaix]

@99tech99 I LOVE THIS QUESTION

Yes it was mostly based on vibes and aesthetic, YET there are some of these bird's quirks that do fit the characters in my opinion. Sorry for the yapping ahead:

Darth Maul as a bearded vulture: Bearded vultures have red-orange coloration on their feathers, but it isn’t natural (they achieve this by rubbing themselves in iron-rich soil or mud). This behavior is believed to serve as a status symbol and so it made me think about the tattoos Maul has, given by Mother Talzin. They are also lonely vultures, and only associate with one companion or mate so, if we ignore the romance part, i was thinking about the sith rule of "there can only be two: master and apprentice", and so Sidious and Maul, and Savage and Maul. These birds aren't talkative, they communicate through whistles and such, which doesn't fit TCW Maul, but fits TPM Maul.

Asajj Ventress as a harpy eagle: these eagles are BIG, and they are able to capture preys their size or bigger (like monkeys), for me that's a Ventress trait, as she fights people twice her size like Savage. These eagles are great at stealth, as silent as owls, even. They are also extremely territorial (im thinking of the witches of Dathomir here) and mate for life (ehem, quinlan vos). They're named after the Greek harpies, half-women known for their ferocity.

Darth Sidious as a california condor: not only does it absolutely look like him (same profile and everything), condors are long-lived, living up to 60 years. Longevity itself is a word i associate with Sidious (the Darth Plagueis stuff, and his own life). But also i found out that while vultures and alike are popularly linked with death in multiple ways, this specific condor has two symbolic interpretations for native americans: one as who carries the sun in the sky each day, and the other associated with death and rebirth. This two different views of the condor made me think of the duality of Palpatine-Sidious during the Clone Wars, knowing also that this condor is know for its intelligence. And if we talk about sequel's lore, him cloning his body could be considered the "rebirth". Also they are bald to prevent the blood from sticking and staining them, aka, Sidious holding no responsability over his crimes during the clone wars, tho i might be stretching it here.

Savage Opress as a white-rumped vulture: so, unlike the bearded vulture, this one is social, seeking companionship in pairs and especially in big groups, and Savage, despite being pretty eager to kill the people he doesn't like, is seen establishing multiple conexions: his brother Feral (he was so protective of him before he got turned to the dark side), him and Ventress for a while, i could even say him and Dooku, him seeking comfort and help from Mother Talzin, and him searching for and teaming up with Maul.

Count Dooku as a cape vulture: this one is mainly bc of the looks, but, these vultures live on high grounds, on colonies located on cliffs, and Dooku's palace on Serenno is set on a cliff. They are also hierarchical. Overall, the traits of vultures (death, scanvenging... etc) fit the Sith quite well in my vision.

Sith as Birds

This is created with hours of research and autism

Darth Maul as a bearded vulture:

Asajj Ventress as a harpy eagle:

Palpatine/Darth Sidious as a california condor:

Savage Opress as a white-rumped vulture:

Count Dooku/Darth Tyranus as a cape vulture:

[salt-clangen]

Moon 12

Leaf Bare

The second Lynxpaw cleared him, Shadowdive was back on patrol, making up for his time injured and sick. He spent most of his time out of camp, despite the cold and snow, taking breaks to drop back into camp with his kills.

It was a clear morning when Wolfstar offers to join him on a border patrol, they head out to the abandoned nest. The walk was quiet, they’d even brought baskets for any supplies or prey.

“You seem to be in better spirits lately.” She commented, glancing at the dark tom.

“Mhmm.” He grunted, eyes forward and head low.

“I’ve even noticed you and Mallowstripe seem to be getting along.” She teased, brushing her tail against his side.

His tail flicked, but he just hummed his acknowledgement.

“I’m glad, I don’t like when my clan mates are at odds.” She murmured, slowly walking around a large snow back that’s mostly ice.

She glances back to see his mouth open then close, he jumps over the bank, landing with a loud crunch. As the walk she sees him start to speak, only to cut himself off.

Wolfstar had discussed his behavior with Lynxpaw, the cleric apprentice seemed to be the cat who understood him most. She’d recommended just waiting for him to speak up when he was like this, that he’d eventually spit out what was bothering him. The stilted silence made her fur prickle with anxiety, she’d always been the cat to break the silence even if it was just useless chatter.

They stayed in this odd limbo when they arrived at the nest, splitting off to re-mark the border correctly. The Duskclan scent was strong, but not as overpowering as normal, the frequent snow tempering the scent.

Eventually she signed to him that she was gonna hunt and slipped into the nest. Ducking under the wood and debris, the snow thankfully thin in most spots, allowing her to scent the air for prey.

A shrew and mouse later, she emerged from the nest, Shadowdive standing guard atop a fallen log. His eyes sweeping over the tree line for Duskclan warriors. His basket was full of firewood, but hers still had room, she signed to him again that she was gonna get moss.

“What?” He asked, head titled, she tried to sign again. “You’re gonna swim?”

She laughed and shook out her pelt.

“I said I was gonna get moss.” She said and repeated the sign, keeping her paw low to the ground and wiggling it back and forth to symbolize the plant.

“That’s swim, moss is this.” He showed her, also keeping his paw low he opened and closed his paw, like his was kneading dough.

Wolfstar repeated the sign with a laugh and reentered the nest.

There wasn’t a lot of moss, but she took a sizable chunk anyway, knowing it would grow back quickly even in winter. It was something her brother had taught her, when she’d been a Duskclan apprentice and had worried about taking too much.

The memories of Duskclan alway seemed to hit her hardest when she was near the border. The scent of the cats and pines making her nostalgic.

She carried her bundle back out and stuffed it into her basket. Shadowdive pulled his own basket over his head, giving the area one last glance before signing all clear.

“You’ve gotten good at signing.” She complimented, watching a shiver go up his back at the praise.

“Wasn’t much to do when I was sick.” He admitted, letting her take the lead down the snowy path. “Snowspeckle showed me and Mallowstripe what she’d been learning for Ripplekit.”

“I’m glad everyone’s so dedicated to learning. It’ll make life a lot easier for him or any cat who’s deaf.”

“He and Otterkit are almost ready to be apprenticed.” He said, she smiled, wondering if this was what he’d been wanting to discuss.

“They are.” She hummed, letting him steer the conversation.

“Have you thought about who their mentors will be?”

“I have.”

“Course you have, that was a dumb question.” He grumbled. She stopped them and turned to face him.

“Then ask different one.” She smiled.

“Could I be a mentor?” He asked, eyes down to his paws.

“I was gonna tell you closer to the ceremony, but yes I’d already discussed it with Snowspeckle, you and I will be mentoring the kits.” She smiled, his eyes lit up.

“Yeah?”

She laughed and nodded, turning to lead them back down the snowy path.

“So once I’ve mentored an apprentice will I be able to be deputy?”

Wolfstar stopped in her tracks, he nearly bumped into her.

“Snowspeckle is our deputy.” She said.

“I know but she was the only warrior at the time.” He titled his head.

Wolfstar set her basket down beside the trail, preparing for a long discussion.

“Shadowdive I didn’t make her deputy because there was no other option, I could’ve waited for you or Mallowstripe to become warriors it wouldn’t have been a big issue.” She explained.

“Well Mallowstripe would’ve never been picked for deputy so let’s not mention him.” He groused, a sour look on his face.

“That right there!” She snapped, his ears flattened. “That’s why you’re not deputy. I need someone with patience and experience. Your temper and smart mouth are what caused Fennelheart to run off in a blizzard and nearly die!”

Shadowdive stumbled back like he’d been struck, eyes misty and glaring off to the side. Wolfstar sighed, sitting down.

“Listen, you’re a great warrior, you’re strong and reliable. Our clan is better with you in it and I consider you my friend.” She scooted a bit closer, pausing to let her words sink in. He sat as well, shoulders relaxing as she spoke, but he still kept his gaze down. “I’m sorry for being harsh, but I just don’t think you’re suited for a job that’s a lot of organizing and politics. You belong out in the fields providing and protecting the clan. Besides Snowspeckle is more experienced with organizing patrols and she’s been doing a great job right?”

“She is… she’s a good deputy it’s just…” He trailed off.

“Shadow.” She prodded him with her paw, moving even closer. The wind picked up around them and she shivered. “Tell me what’s wrong…. Please.”

“I guess I just… I owe you so much, my life really. And I want to be the one you turn to. The first one you look for when you have a problem. I want to be the one you rely on.” He glanced up at her then back down.

“You’re describing a mate more than a deputy.” Wolfstar chuckled nervously, her face feeling hot.

“I guess I am.” He finally says, finally holding eye contact.

They sit in silence for a while, breath fogging up between them. Waiting.

“Well I wouldn’t mind.” She started, heart beating faster. “You know, relying on you like that.”

“Like a mate?” He asked, eyes wide and locked on her.

She smiled, stood and bumped her head against his.

“Yeah like a mate.”

The days were starting to get a bit longer, the snow turning to slush, though the ice was still a problem. It felt like the end of this harsh leaf bare would be a smooth transition into new leaf.

Snowspeckle was returning back from the artisan knoll, finally open again after the recent snow storms. Instead of crafting or trading she actually spent the visit planning g the upcoming First Bloom festival with the others.

She felt giddy at the idea her sons would be apprenticed next moon. Though she was nervous about Shadowdive’s recent behaviors, she felt that he would make a good mentor. Wolfstar was keeping it a surprise who would get which kit, much to her chagrin.

Thinking of Shadowdive, she reflected on the advice she’d gotten between the planning from her old mentor, Tanglefur.

While she’d tried to be vague, if the Oakclan artisan suspected she was talking about his son, he didn’t let on, giving her sound advice on how to deal with an unruly tom. Basically, confront him head on, don’t let him storm off, stay calm, and reassure him of his place in the clan. It was a bit more direct than she was used to but she felt confident in her plan.

The weather was so pleasant, just past sun high and clear, she took her time walking back to camp. She lingered on the stepping stones bridging Honeyclan and Saltclan, splashing the water and enjoying the sun.

“Snowspeckle?”

She leapt up, nearly falling into the water as she jumped across the rocks, away from the voice behind her. She whirled around when she was on the saltclan side of the border.

Behind her was Nightleap, her former mate, standing on the opposite riverbank.

“Nightleap?” She asked.

“I haven’t seen you in over a moon.” The black molly said.

“We had a green cough outbreak.” Snowspeckle trailed off awkwardly, shuffling her paws.

Nightleap jumped onto the middle rock of the bridge.

“How’re the kits? I’ve been practicing my clan sign.” She smiled, tail high and swaying in the gentle breeze.

“They’re good, ready to be apprenticed next moon.” She paused and took a deep breath. “Listen, I’ve been thinking, we can’t keep meeting like this. It’s against the warrior code and I can’t justify it anymore.”

Nightleap was quiet for a minute, tail curled around her paws. Snowspeckle spoke again as the silence stretched on.

“Look, Nightleap, we’re in two different clans. It was silly thinking we could keep talking like this.”

“What if we weren’t?” Nightleap asked. “In different clans, what if I joined Saltclan?”

“You want to join Saltclan? Why?”

“I’ve been thinking about it and I wanna be with my kits, with… you.” She admitted.

“I…I don’t know.” Snowspeckle said, flustered and puffed up. “You want to be together again?”

“I do. I’m sorry I couldn’t commit before, but these past moons away from you and the kits made me realize how much I need you.” She confessed, jumping to the next rock, eyes locked on Snowspeckle.

“I-I’d like that.” She smiled, moving aside to let Nightleap join her on the bank.

The two mollies bumped heads, purring as they scented each other.

“Come on let’s go speak to Wolfstar.” She nudged her towards camp.

The night was chilly, half moon shining brightly as Lynxpaw journey to the moon spring. She met with Junipersong at the Honeyclan border, together the two mollies walked until they reached the oakclan border, staying quiet. There she was greeted by Mousefoot and Fogdapple, the small group walking together up the great river towards the moon spring.

“Do you think Darkfold will be here?” Fogdapple asked, her eyes glancing across the river.

“Probably not, it’s a long walk even from Duskclan.” Junipersong murmured, voice low.

“Her new apprentice should be there though. What’s their name again? I didn’t catch it at the last gathering.” Lynxpaw asked.

“Crowpaw.” Mousefoot said. “I haven’t spoken with her much since leaf bare started but I think she’ll take a second apprentice soon.”

“Well she’d better do something, Duskclan keeps borrowing Rosedrift. They’re lucky we’re in peaceful times or-” Junipersong grumbled.

“Or what?” Fogdapple snapped. “Don’t speak over your brain.”

“That’s enough.” Mousefoot said, he didn’t shout but his tone was sharp enough to stop the budding argument. Lynxpaw shuffled closer to him uncomfortably.

The two glowered at each other as they walked, but otherwise awkward silence fell over the group.

The tense silence remained until they reached the high rocks, crossing over the quiet river. Waiting for them at the entrance was two cats. Crowpaw, a petite, black furred gib and a much larger, more muscular cat.

“Greetings everyone.” Crowpaw mewed, they were younger than Lynxpaw, voice still squeaky.

“Crowpaw, I hope you and your companion haven’t waited long.” Mousefoot greeted, touching noses with both before stepping aside to let everyone greet them.

“This is Frostwhisper, they’re training with me under Darkfold.” They explain, the large gib nodded.

“But you already have your full name?” Lynxpaw pointed out, growing flush when the adults side eyed her. “Sorry. I just-“

“It’s alright. I was a warrior until this moon. I had a vision that called me to join the cleric’a den.” They didn’t seem bothered, stoic as any Duskclan cat. “This gathering will be my first time at the moon spring. I’ll learn if this is my true path.”

Lynxpaw was grateful they dismissed the awkwardness as Mousefoot took over the conversation. In the silence she takes a moment to eye the newest addition.

Every inch of Frostwhisper screams Duskclan, their thick coat, muscular build, stony expression and eloquent way of speaking. They were a dark grey, nearly black tabby with icy blue eyes, an intimidating figure. Still there was some elegance in the way they moved that reminded her of Jade.

She slides her gaze up, making eye contact with the gib as she did. She quickly looks away, but not before catching their smirk. A rush of heat floods her face and she wonders for once if her fur is neat.

Once everyone is done greeting and updating each other, Mousefoot nodded to the group then he and Fogdapple entered the cave. Lynxpaw settles into a comfortable loaf by the river, ready to wait her turn.

Tradition dictated the clerics visit the spring separately in order of formation, Oakclan went first, then Duskclan, then Honeyclan, and finally Saltclan. It meant a lot of sitting around, but it was fine since she got to discuss and train with the other clerics while she waited. The only downside was the others could go home as soon as they were done, leaving Lynxpaw alone.

Usually one cleric would stay behind to walk her back to her border, usually as dawn was approaching, but there were a few mishaps before. Leaving her alone in the dark, not something she particularly enjoyed. On those nights she usually stuck very close to the river, in case a stray fox or patrol tries to surprise her, then she could dive into the waters and swim down stream to home.

She hoped tonight Frostwhisper would be the one to escort her home. The idea made her flush, but it was better than Fogdapple or Junipersong, those grumpy cats made the trip drag on with their complaints.

The time passed by quickly, she found that while both Duskclan apprentices were initially pretty quiet, with time they conversed easily and were quite nice to talk with. Frostwhisper definitely made Crowpaw a bit more confident, evident in how they playfully debated with the older clerics.

One by one each clan’s group of clerics entered the cave.

Frostwhisper exited, tail high, their face a glow with wonder. Lynxpaw took that as a good sign and asked the new cleric apprentice if they’d be willing to escort her back to her borders. They agreed and settled beside her in a loaf as Crowpaw made her way back to their camp.

The pair didn’t speak much as Junipersong entered the cave. Just sat and listened to the babbling brook, Lynxpaw wondered when the frogs would return, the noise pleasant and foreign to her.

Junipersong left the cave the same as she entered it, annoyed. She muttered under her breath about, long claws and giant shadows, not sparing a glance at the two stragglers as she left.

“Wish me luck.” Lynxpaw said, shivering as she left Frostwhisper’s warm side.

The gib just nodded, smile still on their face, though more subdued.

Climbing over the rocks, she finally reaches the spring. She steps slowly into its sacred glow, the moonlight refracting through the water and painting her fur with silver.

Her surroundings grow distant and muted, as if she’s being drawn into another world. Below her, the surface of the Moon Spring ripples unnaturally, as though touched by unseen paws.

Lynxpaw is suddenly standing in a dark, foggy space. Everything is silent except for the faint sound of the waves. A dark figure emerges from the mist-Stormchaser. Her fur shimmers faintly with starry light, her expression solemn but warm.

They don’t speak, her words stuck in her throat, her mouth can’t move to release them. Stormchaser leans in and touches her nose to Lynxpaw’s. A cold chill spreads down to her tail, every hackle raised.

Lynxpaw’s eyes are wide-she knows this, she can’t shut them- as images flash before her.

Jaggedstar in her den, pacing and speaking with a pained expression. Her words are unheard, but her body is tense, eyes wide and red. Before the leader is Darkfold, stoic, unmoving even as Jaggedstar yowls.

The scene flashes to Lynxkit, blind and fragile, nestled in the nursery. A molly, her mother, curled around her, grooming the after birth off of her.

It changes back to the leader’s den, Jaggedstar’s claws unsheathing, then curling back into the ground. Her struggle is visible as her gaze softens and hardens repeatedly, tears in her eyes. There’s something in the air around her, but it’s gone in an instant.

In the shadows behind her, Wolfstar- Wolfpaw’s horrified face, her eyes wide with disbelief.

The view cuts to Wolfpaw snatching Lynxkit, her white fur glowing faintly in the moonlight as she runs away under the cover of darkness.

Lynxpaw stumbles back, choking, the vision shattering like ice. The Moon Spring’s gentle glow returns.

Stormchaser steps closer, her voice heavy with guilt.

“I’m sorry, you were never meant to remain. The tides of fate have carried you where you belong, and your destiny has only begun, I grant you the name Lynxdawn to honor you as the first cleric of Saltclan.”

Stormchaser presses her nose to Lynxdawn’s forehead, and the scene dissolves into light.

She stumbles back from the water with a cry, like it stung her. Chest heaving, she fought to calm her breath. When she could finally breathe without a shuddering sob, Lynxdawn exited the cave, nerves frayed.

Frostwhisper greeted her with a concerned glance.

“You alright, Lynxpaw?”

“I’m Lynxdawn now.” She said, eyes forward, wishing she was alone.

The gib looked worried for a moment, but let the question go. They walked together through the night quietly, approaching the border quickly.

“Sleep well.” Frostwhisper said, stealing one last glance at the shivering molly.

“You too.” She said, tucking her head low and heading towards camp.

She doubt she would sleep well or at all, not until she spoke with Wolfstar.

Cat Allegiances:

Wolfstar- 18 moons. Leader. Responsible. Compassionate. Natural intuition.

Lynxpaw →Lynxdawn- 13 moons. Cleric apprentice → Lead Cleric . Thoughtful. Loving. Good teacher.

Snowspeckle- 29 moons. Deputy. Artisan. Loving. Playful. Good singer.

Mallowstripe- 19 moons. Camp keeper. Nervous. Careful. Strange dreamer.

Fennelheart- 18 moons. Warrior. Charismatic. Playful. Good hunter. Conditions: frost bitten tail.

Shadowdive- 17 moons. Warrior. Blood thirsty. Loyal. Good swimmer.

Ripplekit- 5 moons. Bossy. Fearless. Never sits still.

Otterkit- 5 moons. Attention seeker. Bouncy. Splashes in puddles.

Other clans:

Mousefoot- 120 moons. Lead Cleric. Oakclan. Strange. Thoughtful. Great healer.

Fogdapple- 79 moons. Cleric. Oakclan. Competitive. Grumpy. Good climber.

Junipersong- 13 moons. Cleric. Honeyclan. Shameless. Arrogant. Ghost sense.

Crowpaw- 10 moons. Cleric apprentice. Duskclan. Sneaky. Lonesome. Good healer.

Frostwhisper- 35 moons. Cleric apprentice. Duskclan. Strict. Sincere. Innate connection to Starclan.

[nomaishuttle]

ok yayyy robinfreckle time...

[loudclan-clangen]

Loudclan - Moon 30:

Time does not stop, and so the clan must move forward. They welcome Cavedew as their newest warrior, honoring him for his wit. For possibly the first time ever, Siltsplash decides to take a break, and thus his younger brother Erminepaw is apprenticed to Chickadeeblur.

Now an apprentice, Erminepaw is not shy about the fact that he has more interest in hanging out with Songpaw than he does in training to be a warrior.

Unfortunately for Songpaw, this means he won't be getting a break from his new crush anytime soon.

Meanwhile, Kingfur and Sockeyepelt come across a trespassing loner.

Axel is accepted into Loudclan, and takes the clan name Axeldawn.

Short and sweet! Just what we need after last moon! Erminepaw give our poor boy a break he's gonna have a heart attack. It's not like it's Songpaw's first crush, he has a big ol crush on Rosehiptree, but that's different, that's not something that could actually happen, Rosehip's older and cooler and way out of his league, so there's no pressure there. But Erminepaw, Erminepaw is right there with him all the time and now he's tall and he has no concept of personal space and Songpaw doesn't have any idea what to do about it. Also don't believe for a second that Siltsplash didn't know what they were doing. Out of all of Songpaw's possible mate choices in the clan Ermine is their favorite, so they are more than willing to assign him to herb gathering whenever he wishes. Sockeyepelt, on the other hand, has been officially ordered by Chickadeeblur to "give Axeldawn some space". She's just excited to have someone new to fawn over, Juneaucliff, Jaggedtail, and Peakpatch were getting boring, especially with Jagged and Peak spending so much time together. Axeldawn doesn't really mind the attention, he'd just like some time to adjust to clan life first. Anyway, loving seeing all of the people breaking out their detective skills on the last post! The correct answers, at least the ones I was intentionally foreshadowing, were Jagged x Peak, Song x Ermine, and Song x Rosehip. Not all of these new crushes are going anywhere, Song's crush on Rose is obviously fully one sided until he grows up, but they're fun while they last!

First Moon

Bonus Moon!

[whitejays-galaxy]

Designing the entire disaster lineage as cats🐱(Reupload)

I accidentally made some design errors, so I had to redo them... To make up for my mistake, there's a small surprise in the end ^^

The disaster lineage:

This is their actual size chart

My favorite trio:

Dooky and Quiggs becuz they deserve more love:

Ref sheets:

Horizonstar/step(Yoda): 

Name Meaning:

"Horizon" carried the meaning of him being the leader of his clan, a beacon of light in the distance, "Step" meant he was always one step ahead of his clanmates, thus using his knowledge and power to help his cats.

Frostshard(Dooku): 

Name Meaning:

I chose "Frost" because of his cold, collected, haughty demeanor, and "Shard", his presence being able to hurt others, like when you touch a broken shard of glass. It also represents his sharpness.

Sagepelt(Qui-Gon-Jinn):

Name Meaning:

"Sage" symbolizes his wisdom of the living Force, spiritual sanctity, vice, and virtue, which some knights thought he was delusional, while others respected his high moral standards.

If you look at a sage plant, the leaves are fuzzy, and they often grow in large swishing bushels, hence the suffix "Pelt"

Hazeldusk(Obi-Wan-Kenobi):

Pls ignore his traumatized face

Anyway

Name Meaning:

I chose "Hazel" because of his pelt color and warm/comforting personality. "Dusk" has a deeper meaning; Hazel trains Skyfire, who turns to the dark side and brings Dawnclan's legacy to an end; therefore, Hazel teaches the one who brought the "Dusk" of Dawnclan's era.

Skyfire(Anakin Skywalker): 

Name Meaning:

I chose "Sky" because of his godlike abilities, for in many countries and religions, the sky was where the gods lived, "Fire" because of him being ferocious yet warm/loving like a small bit of flame in a hearth. It also foreshadows how he would fall, consumed into flames.

Tawnyrain(Ahsoka-Tano):

Name Meaning:

I chose "Tawny" because of her pelt color, and "Rain", symbolizes her abandoning the teachings of Dawnclan when she goes into exile, like the rain washing over dust and grime, the corruption of Dawnclan ways, coated over her innocence and pure heart. 

Long yap incoming...

<Lore>

<Dawnclan/ The Jedi Order>

Dawnclan was created over a thousand years ago by four Force-sensitive cats: Sunspirit(Cala Brin), Tigerblaze(Rajivari), Valorsoul(Garon Jard), and Eclipseshadow(Ters Sendon). 

"True justice cannot be driven by emotion. We knights can set our passions aside, and seek the truth without fear or favor." - Sunspirit

"When Dawnclan's order began, I saw we must be dedicated to peace. To calm our emotions, and end war across the galaxy. If we fought, it should only be in self-defense. That is the founding principle of civilization." - Valorsoul

"So much is fleeting. But I remain. And I remain the cat I was." - Tigerblaze

"I am Eclipseshadow, keeper of the histories. A founder, and chronicler, of Dawnclan." - Eclipseshadow

<About Dawnclan>

-They walk the dreams of their ancestors in Starclan, a clan created by the light side of the Force.

-A Force-Sensitive kit is taken to the temple at a very young age, training in the basic forms of dueling.

-Padawans(apprentices) train for approximately two years with their assigned Master, the names usually ending with a 'Paw'(a universal suffix meaning apprentice or student)

-Knights must at least have trained an apprentice before they can be selected for the Dawnclan Council, a group of the most talented cats.

-A Dawnclan knight is forbidden to take a mate or have kits.

<The Dawnclan Code>

There is no Emotion, there is Peace

There is no Ignorance, there is Knowledge

There is no Passion, there is Serenity

There is no Chaos, there is Harmony

There is no Death, there is the Force

<Darkhaven/ The Sith Order>

It is hard to know the birth of Darkhaven, yet one thing is for sure, evil has lurked since no beginning nor end.

The official name of these dark warriors was created by Hellfire, a soulless she-cat whom many say was the embodiment of evil itself.

The Fate Wars, the first great war in the Galaxy, led to the victory of the knights of Dawnclan, who built their main camp on the ruins of Darkhaven.

After the events of the Fate Wars, two more happened during the history of the Galaxy: 

The first was the Cold War: in which former Darkhavener Corvidheart(Darth Revan) challenged the Emperor Vortexvoid(Emperor Vitalle) to reclaim balance on both sides.

The second was the Grey Wars: Darkhaven leader Stormcutter(Darth Malgus) brought the Dawnclan order to its knees and took over for a long time. This caused a rebellion act against the Darkhaven Empire by normal citizens, and as a result, the Republic was born - an invisible group that consisted of various clans and tribes to discuss peace and to help each other in crisis.

Many years passed after the Grey Wars, and one by one, the warriors of Darkhaven were hunted down by the knights of Dawnclan.

Nightshade(Darth Bane), the last known leader of Darkhaven, and the maker of the Rule of Two, swore revenge. They will always lurk in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike. 

Her apprentice Plagueshadow(Darth Plagueis) continued her work in silence, training the dreaded Lightningstrike(Darth Sidious), who would create the most feared and powerful Darkhavener of all time: Lord Deadsoul(Darth Vader)

<About Darkhaveners>

When a Dawnclan knight falls to the Dark side, their features grow haughty and sharp because of the Dark Forest water.

Only Darkhaveners have orange eyes.

They usually have red crystals on their foreheads but in rare circumstances, purple or black could be seen also.

They communicate with the Dark Forest, an everlasting place of the Dark side of the Force, with murky water and wizened trees.

They have the Rule of Two, only allowing a Master and an Apprentice to live.

<The Darkhaven Code>

Peace is a lie, there is only Passion

Through Passion, I gain Strength

Through Strength, I gain Power

Through Power, I gain Victory

Through Victory, My Chains Are Broken

The Force shall set me Free

About Kyberclaws:

They glow red hot at the tip when unsheathed at battle mode. But they can't use them for long, or the heat would kill them(Yoda/Horizonstar has a record of using them for a full thirty minutes)

They are functioned by the Kyber Crystals on their foreheads and could cut through anything except Beskar Wood( a tree known for its silvery wood and toughness, used by the Mandalorian cats)

A Dawnclan cat develops this ability once they are 6 moons old, as their bodies mature enough to withstand the claw tip's deadly heat.

About crystals on foreheads:

The Crystals are the main source of the Kyberclaw's power, and when forcefully taken, it would cripple the owner for eternity(like a bird without wings)

When a Dawnclan cat dies, the Crystals turn a dead-looking grey, devoid of all power.

About Droids in the Au:

They are animals that are neither living nor dead(such as rats, foxes, shrews, badgers...etc)

Their commander controls them with the Smoke Crystals(used like comlinks)

About Starships in the Au: 

They are huge birds of prey tamed by the cats.

Alright... the surprise... I'm actually astonished you scrolled all the way down here.

Cuddle Pile!!!

This is one of my oldest Aus that I'm working on; it's a mix of my two favorite fandoms: StarWars and Warriors(cats)

Anyway, hope you guys enjoy this👍

See more of my Cat Au designs here :3

The Disaster lineage (Yoda, Dooku, Qui, Obi, Anakin, Ahsoka + lore)

Prequel villains (Sidious, Dooku, Maul, Vader + Lore)

Kit-Fisto

Plo-Koon and Ahsoka

Sifo Dyas and Dooku

Disaster trio(Obi, Ani, Soka) doodles

Smol comics(ft. Qui, Rael, Sifo, Dooku): pt 1

Aayla Secura and Quinlan Voss

Luke and Leia

DO NOT COPY ANY OF MY CAT DESIGNS

This is a PERSONAL AU and they mean so much to me

[sourszt]

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊 + “𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑” 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒 | 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 + 𝙘𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 — dracule mihawk x fem!reader x shanks

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — nsfw, threesome, cuckholding, fingering, praise (shanks), teasing + edging (mihawk), reader is shanks’ lover, shanks has both arms for the sake of the plot, porn with plot, “mama” and “sweetheart” are used by shanks, “darling” and “naughty girl” are used by mihawk, p in v sex, shanks watches mihawk fuck his girl and gets off to it!

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 — 2.7k words. got this idea from the ending scene where mihawk brings shanks luffy’s wanted poster. they gave such divorced husbands energy and i fucking loved it so much. also what i wouldn’t kill to be in between these two anyways ??! [kinktober m.list]

“bring out the reserve booze, boys.”

your captain had loudly cheered upon discovering the bounty that had been set on an old apprentice of his. that was nearly four hours ago, a rowdy party slowly beginning to wind down.

a majority of your fellow crew-mates had passed out by now, strewn out around in the sand and drunkenly muttering incoherencies in their sleep. the rest were sharing stories by the fire they were lighting, seeing as the sun was giving its final fiery orange hue from the horizon. night would come not long after.

you were still among the living, slowly working on your third cup of the night while swinging in shanks’ hammock. the man himself was busy with the remnants of his crew while they started the nightly bonfire, laughing and celebrating with them.

you smiled towards the man before you broke out into a yawn, realizing you had partied pretty hard that night. it was starting to wind down anyways, who was going to miss you for the rest of it?

so you stumbled out of the hammock with your drink in your hand and started to where the red force had been docked for the week, pausing when you heard a familiar voice calling for you.

“where’re you off to, sweetheart?” shanks asked, playfully swatting at beckman and roux as they not-so-quietly shot suggestive jokes at their captain.

you only smiled back. “off to the ship. you can come join me in a few if you’d like.” you remarked before strutting off, shaking your head as you walked when you heard the boys’ whoops and shouts at the wink you’d given him.

you trekked through the sand for a while before you were aboard the red force, heading straight for yours and shanks sleeping quarters. yet once you ducked inside the dinette, you were stopped short with a shout.

mihawk, shanks’ old rival and the one who had informed them of one monkey d. luffy’s bounty, sat at the dining bench, yellow eyes piercing right through you the second you walked in. “good god, mihawk.” you clutched your chest. “what’re you doin’ in here?” you asked him, laughing lightly.

“the party’s out there, you know.” he replied lazily, swirling the glass he had definitely taken from the ship’s cupboard before taking a sip.

“i should be telling you that.” you squinted warily at his cup. “that better not be shanks’ stashed booze.”

oh, it most definitely was. you could tell by the color alone. how he’d even found it was a mystery, though. he never told anybody where he hid his special liquor. but you only rolled your eyes and took a seat beside him, slumping back with a sigh. “party’s almost over.” you replied softly. “i’m surprised you stayed for so long. figured you’d have a lotta marine work to tend to.”

“i don’t work for them.” mihawk quickly shot you a narrow glance. then he paused and his eyes lowered to his cup. “i’m surprised he asked me to stay.”

“ah.” you nodded understandingly as you took a sip of your own drink. “i was, too. it’s been a while since we’ve last seen you, you know.”

mihawk seemed to pick up on the little underlying suggestiveness in your voice and you noticed his eyebrows pinch together. but it wasn’t hardly the reaction you wanted.

truth was, you’d known him since he was shanks’ rival. the two engaged in battles constantly when they were younger, but over the years they grew farther and farther apart until they just stopped.

the two seemed to form a strange alliance a couple of years ago, which had unintentionally blossomed into something much more not long after that. with you being a key member of shanks’ crew and his lover, you often joined the two for drinks whenever they were together.

sometimes you guys would have too many. the first time it ever happened, it was completely unexpected. it was most definitely the alcohol that had you straddling mihawk’s lap, bucking into the hand between your legs while shanks watched the both of you, painfully hard in his pants.

the second time, however, was not the alcohol anymore. nor were the handful of times after that.

it went on for months. you were shared between the two men more times than you could count on your two hands. it had gotten to the point where you believed mihawk only wanted to pop up for drinks for that reason alone, seeing as the man would vanish not long after you and shanks would knock out. then, as his and shanks’ battles had been, he stopped coming by as often. and then he stopped completely.

the two of you tried to keep regular tabs on the man — not necessarily out of concern for his safety seeing as he had been deemed one of the seven warlords of the sea, but out of sheer curiosity — but eventually it became a second thought. while shanks was well aware that mihawk would never get off of his tail for any reason, you doubted that. at first you believed he was bored of the two of you. maybe he was looking for something new, which didn’t tie you into knots. maybe it was partly out of shame.

shame from having drunkenly fucked his old rival’s lover right in front of him. shame from having done it over and over for months. shame from having enjoyed it a little bit too much.

no matter the reason he once had, he was back now. he’d traveled from wherever he had once been to give shanks a piece of paper. a piece of paper that the crew would have stumbled onto regardless — seeing as the bounty that they were celebrating was the highest in all of the east blue. the kid would’ve become a ship-hold name in no time. and as you stared at the side of mihawk’s motionless face, you knew that he knew that, too.

“you’ve missed me, darling?” you knew he was baiting you the second that name left his mouth, and fortunately for him it was working. your lips slowly curled upwards into an impish smirk and you breathed out a weak laugh.

“you could say that.” you replied with a shrug. you weren’t planning on losing to his games so quickly. he’d made you wait so damn long, after all. “didn’t you?” feigning cluelessness, you leaned into him and slid your palm over his clothed leg.

mihawk didn’t flinch, glancing first at the hand that slowly started moving upwards and then into your eyes. for the first time that night, he stared at you. his eyes were squinted slightly like he was questioning your actions, even though he was well aware of what you were doing.

part of you had not an inkling of knowledge of what he was thinking about. he’d left his cup onto the table in front of him, letting you know you had his attention, but his expression was unreadable, as was his body. but all it took was one look into his yellow eyes that washed away all of your doubt. those never lied to you. you looked down at his lips, running your tongue over your own as you found yourself craving him. his touch, his lips, him.

he brought his hand up to your face, gently pinching your jaw between his fingers as he tilted your head back just a little bit. “i did.” he finally admitted after a long and tense silence. he spoke quietly now, like if he was even slightly too loud, the moment would end.

yet it still did. a noise coming from the entrance made both of your heads turn, and shanks froze as he shut the door behind him, eyeing the scene before him. then he broke out into a wide grin. “i see you got to her before i could.” he took his bottom lip between his teeth as he strode up to the table, eyeing you like a piece of meat. “how ‘bout we take this to bed before the others come lookin’ f’me, hm?”

you could smell the booze on his breath as he pulled you to your feet. you followed him to the room you shared with him, mihawk at your side with his hand pressed into the small of your back. you swore you could see a gentle smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he walked, but you’d forgotten all about it once the door shut behind you and shanks pounced on you.

his lips crashed onto yours, wasting no time to push his tongue into your mouth. you moaned, all of the fight leaving your body as he guided you towards the bed. he had a tight grip on your wrist, his other hand squeezing your exposed hip with lust-fueled fervor. you could feel mihawk’s gaze on the both of you and soon you heard his coat hit the ground. your top was next, shanks releasing you only to peel the tight shirt from your torso and toss it aside.

both pairs of eyes shamelessly raked down your naked body, shanks wasting no time to get rid of your shorts next.

“don’t just stare now, mihawk.” you spoke with a devilish smile as you sat yourself on the edge of the bed. the man got the message and followed you, slotting himself between your legs and caging you between his arms. you gently squeezed his hips with your thighs with a giggle before pulling him down into a heated kiss, grasping the brim of his hat and throwing it into the growing pile of clothes on the floor. mihawk groaned against your lips and he bucked into your clothed heat, drawing a whine from you.

your fingers raked through his hair, pulling at his dark ruffled curls each time he would rock his hips into yours. “mihawk,” you purred his name into his ear the moment he pulled away, enjoying the way his breath slightly hitched at the sound of your voice. your hand dove between your bodies and you desperately tugged at the waistband of his pants. “please. need you so badly.” you mindlessly babbled on.

“i’ve never seen her this desperate,” shanks whispered as he crept up behind you on the bed. “c’mon, mama, use your words. tell him where you want him.” the red-haired man looped his arms underneath your armpits, pulling you flush against his chest. he spoke tauntingly, a shit-eating smirk on his face as he looked down at you.

you whined, eyes squeezing shut with what felt like agonizing pain. “need you inside me, please.” you writhed in shanks’ hold, trying to rut up into mihawk’s clothed erection.

“you’ve already made her wait this long.” shanks now stared at mihawk with a lazy grin, waiting to see what he’d do next.

he shot shanks a narrow glance before turning back to you, eyeing the tears that were welling in your waterline because of him. “i suppose i have.” your eyes lit up at his confession and you waited for him to fulfill your wishes.

instead, he lifted himself off of you, completely deaf to your garbled protests, and lowered himself onto his knees beside the bed. you jumped when he pressed the pad of his finger against the damp spot on your panties, his eyes finding yours. “already so wet and i haven’t even touched you yet. naughty girl.” he spoke lowly as he hooked his slender fingers into the waistband of your panties and peeled them down your legs.

mihawk hooked your legs over his shoulders as he pressed a gentle kiss to your inner thigh. you very poorly bit back a cry and let your head fall back onto shanks’ shoulder. he laughed softly.

“so noisy already, aren’t ya, sweetheart?”

mihawk’s lips drew closer and closer to where you needed him most, drinking up every single noise you made because of him. his hand left your thigh and he started circling your clit with his thumb, watching your face morph with pleasure. you writhed around, wanting so desperately to squeeze your legs shut or card your fingers through his hair, but shanks had your arms restrained behind your back.

you bit your lip to keep your cries from spilling out each time mihawk brushed over your sensitive clit. the sensation was already winding up the coil in your gut and you could feel your orgasm building up fast.

“c’mon, sweetheart, let us hear those pretty noises. for us, hm?” shanks cooed into your ear, one of his arms releasing its hold on you to grasp your jaw, his thumb pushing past your lips and onto the flat of your tongue.

you gasped at the intrusion, and mihawk took your moment of weakness to slide his middle and ring fingers into your cunt. you choked against an obscene moan, and your walls clenched around his digits.

“there we go.” shanks mumbled, satisfied as more and more moans spilled from your mouth with each thrust of mihawk’s fingers. “ya sound so pretty for us, mama.”

mihawk was unrelenting, thrusting his fingers inside of you to the knuckle and keeping the pace he knew melted you every time. he could sense your orgasm nearing as your cries grew higher and your thighs started to tremble in his grasp.

he kept going until you were just about to come crashing down, your eyes squeezed shut with anticipation when he suddenly pulled his fingers out.

a sob tore from your throat. “no, nonono, mihawk!” you tried to chase after him as he lifted himself to his feet, but shanks held you securely in place.

it was pitiful, really.

“no need to cry, darling, you’ll get what you want.” mihawk towered over you, gently wiping the fat tear that had rolled down your temple. it was then that you became aware of the distance shanks had put between you and himself. your arms were freed from his grasp, but it wasn’t like you had the strength or mind to use them.

mihawk’s other hand swiftly nudged his pants down his hips, just enough to free his hard cock, before swooping down to catch you in a deep kiss. you moaned into his mouth, drinking in the taste of booze that still lingered on his tongue.

the man pushed himself inside of you, groaning softly into your ear as your velvety walls sucked him in. you cried out and grasped his arms to try to keep yourself grounded. “mihawk!” you moaned when he started thrusting, his pace already unrelenting.

you could hear shanks just beside you, groaning lowly at the sight before him while he jerked his aching cock in his fist. he stared at your face, which was twisted up with utter pleasure, through hooded lids.

a cry slipped from your lips with each of mihawk’s slow, deep thrusts. it was a feeling so familiar yet so foreign after so long of not having him. you’d almost forgotten how perfectly he filled you up, how he was able to hit every single blissful spot inside of you.

you clung to him, your nails gently digging into his skin while he planted sloppy kisses to your neck. you knew they would blossom into bruises that you wouldn’t be able to explain to the rest of the crew the next day.

it didn’t take much longer before you were close, barely able to warn mihawk of your quickly approaching orgasm. but he already knew. he could tell by the way your eyes squeezed shut and how your whines had gotten much higher than before.

“that’s it, darling. just let go.” his palm soothingly slid up and down the side of your waist while he fucked you through your orgasm. your knuckles went white with how tightly you held his biceps and your head lulled back as a string of incoherent curses and moans flew from your swollen lips.

shanks’ breath hitched at the unfolding scene. “fuck, you look so pretty when you come, sweetheart. just for us.” he spoke against gritted teeth as his own orgasm washed over him, thick ropes of cum painting his own hand.

mihawk pulled out moments later, his seed landing on your lower stomach with a groan. his hooded eyes lingered on your cunt, messy with your own cum as it started to drip out of you. the sight nearly made him hard again within seconds.

you laid still, taking a minute to catch your breath when a low laugh from shanks made you pick your head back up.

“don’t fall asleep on us now, mama, we ain’t done yet.”

something about shanks and the word “mama” has done something irreversible and irreparable to my brain chemistry.

[moosesarecute]

December 1st

December masterlist

General masterlist

Feyre and Rhysand had a calm evening at the River House.

The fire was lit, and they were snuggled together on the couch. Nyx had already fallen asleep, and the couple took the opportunity to have some alone time.

“I have a painting from their mating ceremony to Nesta and Cassian, a new cookbook to Elain and a perfume to Mor,” Feyre listed up Winter Solstice gifts she had planned for her family. However, she was missing one. “But I don’t know what to get Az.”

Feyre looked up at her mate and saw how he was deep in thoughts. She lifted her hand and carefully cupped his face. He leaned into her hand. His eyes met hers and she felt his strong emotions. He was filled with both gratitude and love, but also grief.

“You know Az won’t celebrate Winter Solstice with us,” Rhys told his mate.

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I can’t get him a present.”

“Yes, it does,” Rhys started. “Az hates Winter Solstice. I’m afraid giving him a gift will only bring back bad memories.”

Feyre sat up on the couch and watch her mate with a careful gaze.

“What happened?” she asked.

She saw how the grief covered Rhys’ face, and she felt how powerful the feeling was. She almost started crying just from that alone. She reached over, held Rhys’ hand and gave it a small squeeze.

Rhysand answered with taking a deep breath and started to explain.

“Y/N was the daughter of my mother’s best friend. She was about two years older than me, but we became friends quickly. She grew up at Windhaven too, but we didn’t see each other often. She was my mother’s apprentice, and therefore also a seamstress. We started to become better and better friends and then Cassian came along, and she became good friends with him too. She ended up moving in with us when she was nineteen, after her mother passed away.

“Y/N was like an older sister. She took care of our injuries after training and did her best to help us with our hangovers, unless her hangover was worse than ours. She was the steady stone that helped all of us through everything. When we lost my mother, or when any of us was scared for whatever reason, she was there. She had the best hugs and made the best stew. Neither Cass or I had ever had a big sister before and neither one of us have ever loved someone that dearly.”

Rhys’ eyes were glistening with tears, but he forced himself to hold it together.

“What about Az? Wasn’t she an older sister to Azriel?” Feyre couldn’t hold back her questions. She had heard a little about Y/N, but never this many details.

“No, she was definitely not a sister to Azriel,” Rhys said with a loving laugh. “They were mates.”

Feyre felt her eyes grow wide. How had nobody told her that Azriel had a mate? However, she soon realized that something must have gone very wrong for her not to know about this before now.

“They spent centuries crushing on each other, but neither one of them dared to admit it. Y/N was in multiple different relationships and Azriel crushed on Mor, but both eventually realized that they were suppressing their real feelings. Their mating bond snapped only weeks before I got stuck Under the Mountain. They were going to have their mating ceremony only days after Amarantha’s party.”

Dread filled Feyre. Amarantha had destroyed so much for so many years and for so many people. She couldn’t imagine spending fifty years under her reign. Feyre had, after all, not even survived three months.

“They decided to be stupid and waited for me to get back before they accepted the bond. They waited for fifty years, just so that the entire family would be there.”

Rhys swallowed in dread and his voice was shaking as he spoke.

“They had their mating ceremony only two days after I returned and then spent a week in their shared apartment. After they returned, I needed Y/N to go on a mission. She needed to use her charm to get some people on our side again after Amarantha. Azriel initially refused to let her go, but eventually Y/N convinced him that it would be okay if they went together. However, they never got to where they were going. They were ambushed and when Azriel woke again after, Y/N was gone. Nobody knows what happened.”

Both Feyre and Rhys had to dry tears at the end.

Feyre hated to be away from Rhys, sometimes even seconds apart was too much. She couldn’t imagine not knowing if he was okay, or if he was alive. Even the thought made her nauseous.

“Y/N loved Winter Solstice. She would decorate the entire Town House and there was always cookies or hot chocolate in the kitchen. Without her, Azriel haven’t been able to enjoy the holiday. Azriel haven’t been the same.”

Dividers by @issysh3ll

[jebiknights]

People seem to think that a lot of Anakin's (and Obi-Wan's) problems would be solved by Anakin having a different Jedi Master, but tbh I think most of these problems could've been solved by putting Anakin in the creche for a year or two before having Obi-Wan take him on as a Padawan. It's extremely common for Jedi to "claim" Padawans and vice versa while they are still initiates, so they can both know they will be partnered together when it is time.

This gives Obi-Wan time to be a Knight on his own and it gives him time to grieve. Might be good for him to spend some time not being part of a duo. Maybe even go to therapy that I'm not sure he had time for otherwise. This gives Obi-Wan time to prepare too. We can all acknowledge Obi-Wan enjoys teaching though he doesn't feel like he was a good enough one for Anakin. So this gives him time to prepare for being a teacher, seek out advice before he is saddled with a child 24/7 as opposed to during Anakin's occasional study hall or Benduday free time.

It also gives Anakin time to not only catch up to his age mates in school and Jedi stuff but to spend time among his peers and potentially make actual friends. It's something he seemed to struggle with in canon and not being promoted immediately to Padawan but spending time as an initiate likely would've done wonders for him socially. I think having that time for them to grow and then to have Obi-Wan still decide to choose Anakin after that time would do wonders for his insecurities.

Aside from the benefits of being more immersed in the communal aspects of the culture, I think waiting for him to become a Padawan may also make it easier to hold off Palpatine, depending on which canon you consider for when he starts to groom him. Easier to justify keeping him away when Anakin is just an initiate, not a full on apprentice yet.

Idk if you asked me what my ideal fix it would be for Anakin, this would probably be my starting point.

[emithecharmer]

Shakespeare's Apprentice

Vampire!Hyunjin x human!reader

Warnings: One swear (kind of), vampires

"Soo.." I bit my lip nervously.

"What do vampires do exactly?" I asked, unconsciously bringing some of my hair over my shoulder.

"Stay out of sight, but you can see how that's going." Hyunjin chuckled, resting his head on his arm, turning to face me.

"Do you sleep?" He shook his head.

"Can you eat human food or-?" His lip curled up at that.

"We can, but it's not good." My jaw dropped.

"So, all of the times I cooked for you-" He perked up.

"Now, that was good. It reminded me of when I was human, your soup tastes like my mom's did." He smiled softly.

"Do you miss her?"

"Every single day. I stayed with her until her dying breath, she was a bit curious on why I hadn't aged, but..She never cared much about it." He chuckled a bit.

"Was it hard?" He shrugged.

"I think what helped was the fact she was my mom. I would hate myself for the rest of my life if I hurt her," He tilted his head to look at you, "or you." My heart fluttered and he smiled.

"Is it hard being around me?" I asked, turning to face him, although it was a bit difficult, due to us being in the car.

"Not at all. You're a breath of fresh air." I blinked, surprised at that.

"You're my mate, which means your blood has no appeal to me, only you do." I frowned.

"So, you wouldn't like me if I wasn't your- mate?" He shook his head.

"It's not that simple. A mate is..someone that we're tied to. It's someone that we protect, and that was..made for us? But not in a weird way..It's like..You know what a soulmate is, yes?" I nodded.

"It's like that."

"So we're soulmates?" He nodded at my question.

"Is it weird?" He asked, a bit self-conscious at the new ground he was treading.

"..Well, I mean, you are kind of a vampire, so besides the obvious, not really." He chuckled at my answer.

"'Kind of a vampire?'" I rolled my eyes at his teasing, gaining confidence.

"You know what I mean." He nodded, smiling.

"Your smile's pretty." I said without thinking.

"You're pretty." He replied, reaching out slowly, as if not to scare me, and grabbed my hand, holding it in his. I noted the temperature difference, but it somehow didn't bother me as much as I thought it might.

"Am I cold?" He asked.

"Yeah, but it's nice."

"You're really warm." He said.

"..Can I ask more questions?"

"Can I keep holding your hand?" I nodded.

"Then yes."

.

"What about kids?" I asked.

"I don't really know, I guess it's not impossible? But I'm not exactly an expert on the subject."

"How old were you when you were turned?"

"18."

"Do you know any other vampires?" He nodded.

"I have a coven."

"A 'coven?'" I tilt my head.

"We're basically a band of vampires." He explained in simple terms.

"Oh, right, duh, 'Twilight.' And a 'band?' Ooh, i'll buy tickets." He snorts at my lame joke.

"I'll get you a backstage pass." I smile.

.

"So, what do you do? I mean..I hope you don't do what the Cullens did." He groaned.

"Heck no, I think we'd kill ourselves doing that. I paint, and sell them online. Chris, our 'sire' or 'leader,' whatever he is, he produces along with Bin and Jisung, all online. Minho sells recipes and Felix does the same, but he's also a masked gamer on Twitch and YouTube. Seungmin is a masked singer, along with Jeongin, but both of them kind of dabble in their interests." I nod, entranced as he talks, and i think he notices based off his smirk.

"Don't make me wipe that smirk off." I warn.

"Don't threaten me with a good time." He teases back, smiling softly as he looked into my eyes. "They're gorgeous," he continues, "your eyes, I mean. The rest of you is beautiful too, but your eyes make me feel like i'm somewhere else..Like i'm," he struggled to find the words, "human."

"Ok, Shakespeare, don't go all poet on me." He laughed, leaning in.

"Forgive me, my love, I must have forgotten how small-minded you are."

"Oh really? I'll show you small minded." He laughed again as I struggled to open the car door.

"You may want to try unlocking it."

"I was testing you."

"Ah, of course." He didn't call out my lie as we both got out of the car from where we were parked in the riverfront parking lot.

"Is this how you change me, drown me and then sink your teeth in me." His eyes widen at my joke.

"I would never! But yes, drowning is typically the way we go." He said, obviously joking and making me roll my eyes. "One of these days, they'll get stuck up there."

"Damn, okay mom." He huffs, smiling, but it soon disappears as he looks up to the sky.

"What is it?"

"It's going to rain soon, we should head back, I'll drive you home."

"....Or..." He turns to me, his brow furrowing.

"What?" He asks as the first few drops fall onto the smooth rocks under our feet.

"..Well, and call me crazy if you must, but uh..We could dance." His face softens for a split second before he smirks.

"Who's Shakespeare now?"

"Uh, still you, babygirl. I'm just super-uber romantic." He smiles, walking to me and taking my hand in his, laying it gently on his shoulder, taking my other hand and interlacing it with his.

"Luckily, i am too." He smiles, and I swear my heart stops as he leans down, pressing our foreheads together.

"I'm glad I met you, Hyunjin." I say as we sway to the music that can only be heard in our hearts.

"I'm eternally blessed that you've chosen to grace me with your beauty."

"Someone call up Italy, cause I got Shakespeare right here."

"I take it back." He says, before kissing me softly.

[vgilantee]

fuck it!!! right from the dm’s, more of my planning!!

werebeast price - hunts his mate but it’s all a game to him. he’s flirting and courting her the way werebeast instincts and culture tell him. Prey is an apothecarist’s apprentice and exploring the woods when the hunt begins (i cannot express how down bad price is for prey)

demon gaz - met her centuries ago in a different language, in a country renamed then destroyed. now he sees Soul supervising a class. it’s small, only a handful of the town’s families can spare their children to learn to read and write, but she doesn’t mind at all.

when she sees him she recognises him. thinking it’s from a dream. but your brain can’t come up with new faces, only recycle ones it knows. so maybe she does know him? or did know him? so when he introduces himself and takes her hand, pressing her knuckles to his lips, she isn’t surprised that she feels the familiarity, the comfort. her soul knows him, after all (reincarnationnnnnnn!!!!!)

merfolk johnny - saves his mate when her small fishing boat capsizes in a sudden, horrific storm. he has never cared for humans much before but he can’t let one as beautiful as you - one who sang to herself while drawing in nets despite how the melody may scare away the catch - drown before learning your song

i have nothing for minotaur simon’s mate yet, and i haven’t got a name for his or johnny’s (taking a page from @ghouljams and naming them) but! i have quite a bit of worldbuilding done if y’all are curious

(souls are real in this au, and it’s set vaguely 18th century. but i’m playing in the sandpit with my toys so it’s very loosely based in a real time but i get to pick and choose my favourite bits)

(also i am so nervous about tagging ghoul in this they’re so so cool 🫣🫣)

[wyrm-clangen]

oh.. oh wait, didn't Riftstar's mate died in a blizzard? i know his expression and tearing up might be because of the high chance of losing several kits n stuff, but i do read that as him being reminded of his mate's cold death too.

Haha, yes, Riftstar's mate Shineivy died in a blizzard and that was very much on his mind! But also, Riftstar is a pretty light hearted old man. He's patient with apprentices and kits and fair to his warriors and always has good grandpa advice.

Seedgorse had never seen him look so terribly hopeless before.

[fallenclan]

who are all of the starclan cats in the most recent update? and if you don’t mind, what’s their relations to the four chosen cats?

i'll put this under the cut since there will be images, here's a quick walkthrough :)

Silverbelly You know her. yes. she's there for Feathersight!! he was very very close with her as an apprentice/young cat, and she would always visit him when he'd come to the Glowcave before Ravenstar.

Salmonskip No significant relation to any of the cats joining! Before I drew this moon I asked the discord if there were any Starclan cats that they wanted cameos of, then I picked a few that I missed drawing and smacked 'em in there. Salmonskip was one of those cats

Spiderclaw he died as a young warrior but I really loved him before, so I was happy to find an excuse to draw him again. No significant relation to any of the four.

Nick he was a cat that joined the clan Very early on (moon 37 i think) and was a fan-favorite on account of being a Bloodthirsty Kittypet which is just. admittedly a little funny. He was a single father of one (Wormshade) and was probably more there to support his grandson (Spiderclaw) than anything else, though he was probably wishing that Snailpetal would be there, as she's his only surviving descendant

Sleepycloud father of Sleepydawn (and others but. Sleepydawn is the one he's mentioning in the update). he was one of my favs when he was younger and I was happy to draw him again, plus I wanted a nice nod towards his feelings about Sleepydawn going down a dark path partially because of Sleepycloud himself (in a roundabout way. trying to escape his father's shadow etc)

Fernslug Also a cat that died young. She passed in the dog attack I believe, and was a fan favorite due to her Autistic Powers (loving slugs). I wanted to draw her again, and it felt fitting to slip her alongside Sleepycloud, her father. i always forget that she's Sleepydawn's sister, since they never got the chance to meet.

Sandsnap you know him. he was just there

Lionsong Another case of dying young, Lionsong was Antbite's mate who died before even reaching 30 moons, from yellowcough. Honeysong grew up seeing his ghost following Antbite around, so she does consider him her dad, though she never really "met" him.

Eris (left) & Cedarberry (right) Darkstone's moms! Eris died in a greencough outbreak, and Cedarberry just a few moons ago during a Shallowclan battle. Darkstone is not the type to linger on his emotions or even process them much, but he missed his moms. a lot.

Poppyfeather Ravenstar's first victim. The former deputy that he killed, partially in revenge for her "failing" to protect Littleleaf, and partially so he could take her place as deputy. Mostly the former, the power-hungryness came later on. Always had a bit of a temper (hence being so short and bitter in the update) but was fantastic at her job and loved her clan fiercely.

Cherrystar Ravenstar's second victim, poisoned by nightshade berries. equally as passionate as Poppyfeather, but not really one to hold grudges. Still, very pissed about the shit that Ravenstar has done to her clan. hates his gay ass

[tinycurlyfry]

Thinking about how Buggy and Shanks parallel Zoro and Luffy but if Luffy dropped his ambitions. The agreement between Zoro and Luffy was that Zoro would follow Luffy, be his first mate, be his swordsman, the first member to join his crew and set sail to achieve Luffy’s dream of being Pirate King IF Luffy never got in the way of Zoro’s dream of being the Strongest Swordsman in the world.

Buggy and Shanks were “apprentices” to Roger (and really more or less they were his sons). They were learning from Roger and learning what being a pirate SHOULD BE. So as apprentices, it would go without saying (at least as far as Buggy is concerned) that that means they need to be the ones to carry Roger’s Legacy. That they should be the ones to get their captain’s treasure and carry out what he wanted for the world. We see it in what Buggy is CURRENTLY doing. That he wants to inspire people to achieve their dreams. Crocodile sees piracy as a business, and Mihawk sees his position as a power pirate as a means to live a peaceful, lazy life where no one would dare bother him. But they don’t have the  ROMANTICISM of a dream anymore. And all those years ago Buggy heard Shanks say he was no longer throwing himself into the romanticism of pirating and adventuring anymore. He’d be a pirate sure, but there was no drive, no DREAM behind it anymore. 

And then he asks Buggy to still be a part of his crew. I can only imagine what that request must have felt like to Buggy. For Shanks to tell him “I won’t be the pirate king you saw me as. I’m not seeking any dream. But come be a part of my mediocracy. Just settle for less, Buggy.”

Now of course, Shanks still went and became a HUGE big name pirate. One that achieved Emperor level. But in that moment? In that moment it felt like Shanks was asking Buggy to give up on his dream, settle for being a pirate simply to be a pirate, and betray what they had learned from Roger.

Luffy was never going to get in the way of Zoro’s dream. Zoro’s desire was Luffy’s desire and vice versa, because as they said themselves in the show- the pirate king shouldn’t have anything less than the best swordsman on his crew. But Buggy’s desire was not Shank’s desire. I’d argue it probably still isn’t! I know Shanks is now making his move for the One Piece, but I honestly don’t know that that is his true objective. I think he thinks his place is to BE THERE when the battle for the One Piece happens. He placed a bet on the new generation and he is going to be there to see that bet come to fruition.

And I think part of that conversation between Shanks and Buggy was how they were each grieving. They had both lost a captain, but also a father.

But Buggy has not given up. His own dream was rekindled this most recent chapter (yes partially because he believes Shanks finally wants to be pirate king too), but partially because he finds himself SURROUNDED by people who know longer believe in the child-like wonder of adventure and treasure and the DREAM of becoming PIRATE KING. I think Buggy HAD also given up down the line. I think we saw a Buggy who’d lost his way at the beginning of the series. I do think Buggy doesn’t have the... best morals... But whether it’s intentional or not Buggy is not who we saw at the beginning of the series and he’s rallying so many people under him, and giving them sanctuary, and honestly? Reaching a king’s status to so many people. 

But honestly? If Luffy suddenly went “You know what? I’m happy with what I’ve got here. I don’t need to be pirate king anymore. We don’t need to get the One Piece.” The Straw Hats would be SO LOST. Sure maybe they wouldn’t all get immediately angry or upset as Buggy had and asked “Well, what DO you want then?” But they are a crew made from the collection of DREAMS. And everyone’s dream is their own dreams. Zoro’s ambition became Luffy’s ambition, but that would never had happened if there was even a small chance that Luffy would be satisfied with anything that fell lower than reaching their dreams.

All this to say I’m proud of Buggy and support him as Leader of Cross Guild LMAO I hope he continues to fail upwards.

[astraule]

"My Yawnetu"

Pairing: A’Onung x Reader Song: My Vine - Wasia Project TW: Mentions of war Y/N: She/Her Omaticaya reader, daughter of Tsu’Tey. Word Count: 1K Summary: You live with the Sullys after your father's death. A'Onung becomes attached to you in pretty much no time. You find him one day at the lake, showing strong feelings of sadness. He invites you to talk inside his mauri pod. During your conversation, A'Onung would want to protect you. You tell him how much you trust him, and the two of you share a poignant moment. In many instances, the speech is in Na'vi, but any word that appears in red is a Na'vi word which I have deliberately not translated, for effect. It is also important to note that traditionally it would be very common for a female Na'vi to take on her mother's name as a part of her own; however, I bucked this trend by making Y/N share Tsu'Tey's name. Queues are a matter of great importance, although they do not contain any sexual action in the mating processes.

Y/N POV: (Metkayina Shores)

It had been about 16 years since the war that had taken my father's life when I was still a baby. Now, I was among the Sullys. Jake became my new father and Neytiri my new mother. And siblings; Kiri, Lo'ak, Neteyam, and Tuk. I loved them so much, but pieces of my father were with me wherever I went. His very essence was even woven into the making of my name, Y/N te Suli Tsu'Tey'ite.

As Jake tried to utter on behalf of Uturu, the Tsahik of the clan quickly grabbed Kiri's hand up high. "These children aren't even real Na'vi," she said, and Kiri quickly drew her hand back, whispering, "Yes, we are." "They carry demon blood," Ronal said, this was met with a wave of gasps through the rest of the clan.

Jake raised his arm to shoulder height and shouted, "Listen, I come from the sky people, but now I am one of the Na'vi. We can change. We will change. Right?" His voice implored as he petitioned his case. The clan's Olo'eyktan looked to his partner, the Tsahik, who after a few moments nodded.

"Our son A'Onung and daughter Tsireya will take your children under their wings." Tonowari, the Olo'eyktan, listened as A'Onung groaned, "Why, Father?" but he quickly shushed him. "Come, I want to show you around our village," Tsireya chimed brightly.

(Dock, Months Later)

"Tsamsiyu hi'i" A'Onung settled beside me, the nickname he had grown fond of, small warrior. Among the Sully children, he held a special respect for just two of us, me and Neteyam. I could see he was starting to warm up to the others, but it would take some time. "A'Onung," I greeted him, letting my feet dangle in the water.

"It wasn't my intention for your brother to disappear," he said, trying to sound apologetic. "Your intentions don't change the outcome; you let him down," I said, holding his gaze. "What truly matters now is how you plan on making amends." Many of the Omaticaya that knew my father said that I reminded them of him.

A’Onung POV:

Her Tanhi shimmied enchantingly beneath the starlit sky. The past few months she and her family had been here, I found myself growing fond of her much like how Lo'ak had become close to my sister. But what would the future hold? If Y/N and her family were fleeing from conflict, would she have to leave once more?

“You know… a few young hunters and I are going hunting tomorrow, and we could really use a Tsamsiyu to lead the way,” I suggested. Hopefully she will join us. "My father was the warrior, I have a big legacy to uphold," she said, her eyes once more straying down to the water.

"Absolutely, you and Neteyam are really the closest to warriors among our peers, which is why I value both of you so highly." I said with my eyes upon the water beside her. "My father fought with Toruk Macto; he was once the apprentice to the Olo'eyktan before taking on that role himself for a time until his passing. Dad was both Toruk Macto and Olo'eyktan. Great destinies lie ahead of Neteyam and me to fulfill. You, too, are the son of your father, the Olo’eyktan; do you not want to be just like him?” She replied.

"My father thinks I’m a disappointment," I revealed, right before she was taken aback in horror. "That is not even close to the truth. People make mistakes, yet those do not define them as disappointments. You hold the key to the future of your clan, and you do the best you can with what you are provided. That is far from being a disappointment. I know your father knows this, too," she said, placing her hand reassuringly on my shoulder.

In that swift moment, my lips touched hers, a moment I had been waiting for after months of forbearance, terrified of being turned away. But just as she seemed ready to return it, she caught my shoulders and gently pushed me back. "A'Onung… I can't." With that, she hurried off, leaving me standing on the dock feeling utterly foolish.

Y/N POV: (Sully Mauri Pod)

Jake sat beside me, swinging his feet over the edge of the water. "So, you're not fond of him?" he asked casually. I shook my head, spilling my tears down my cheeks. "It's not that, Dad. He's just the only boy I really ever felt a connection with." I said this during a moment of my weakness as his hand rubbed my back in comfort.

"Sometimes, I wish that Tsu'Tey were here. He had this hard exterior, but I think he would be great in these talks with you." He took a deep breath. "I don't even remember him, and I feel this deep sense of loss." I said, hiding my face in my hands. "I can only imagine how you feel, sweetheart." Jake replied.

"Listen, if you really love the son of Olo'eytan, then go ahead, darling. Let our past experiences not be your stumbling block," Jake said as he looked into my eyes. "But suppose I end up hurting him…" I replied, doubt setting in. "That would not be a problem if he truly loves you," he assured.

(Water Shore)

"The hunting party is on the way back." A'Onung and several other boys broke the water surface. I had been waiting for them to get back, but A'Onung seemed to be in a bad mood as he walked right past me in silence.

I would not let this bother me; I needed to take control. I reached for his wrist, and when he turned toward me, I pressed my lips against his. Sure enough, he released the fish in his hand, pulled me close to his body by my waist, and kissed me back. "A'Onung, come on, you can have your moment with your yawnetu later. We need to bring these fish to your dad." A boy said, appearing from the water.

Losing his hold on me gently, A'Onung said to me, "Join me; we can chat at my mauri pod." Then he just picked up the fish that lay at his feet, grasped my hand, and set off.

(Olo’eyktan Mauri Pod)

Once everyone relocated to give A'Onung and me some space, we sat cross-legged on the ground facing each other. "What was that all about? Just yesterday, you didn't seem too keen on the idea of us kissing," he asked, staring down into my eyes, and I felt my nerves.

“It would seem that conflict is laid at my family's doorstep; I wouldn't want to put you in harm's way…" I whispered, eyes cast to my hands. "But if that is so, then who watches your back?" he repeated softly, his fingers intertwining into mine. "Let me be your protector," he said, his eyes locking with mine in a heated stare.

"Let me protect you… let me be your shadow that follows you." He repeated, as his hand stroked my cheek barely. "My shadow…" I repeated, trying to understand.

A'Onung looked at me, a soft blush coloring his cheeks. "I want to pick you, but I hope you'll pick me back…," he admitted. "I… I choose you, A'Onung," I replied, reaching out to show him my kuru, mirroring his gesture.

With just a few moments of hesitation, we wrapped our kurus together in tsahelu and were now linked as mates. Within the bonded mind-link, flash images of our memories played within one another's minds until we released our kurus.

We knelt together, embracing each other tightly, and he whispered, "My yawnetu, all would I give to keep you safe." With that, we leaned in for a kiss. 

I think I may write a Neteyam x Reader story, having the reader be Tsu'Tey's daughter. This will be a bit different since Tsu'Tey would still be alive in this story, so look out for that!

[eli-am-confused]

So um here’s some characters from a Hatchetfield au I got an idea of. More information after the break. But also if you wanna know more I’m happy to share. I don’t have a lot right now but ideas are flowing.

Prince Howard Goodman the “eldest” and crown prince of the royal family. He’s a very diplomatic person but not great in a fight.

Captain John MacNamara the captain of the royal guard. Charged himself with the responsibility of Keeping Prince Howard safe.

Captain Wiley, formally Wilbur Cross captain of the royal guard now a pirate. He’s actually technically the first mate of the Wiggly as it’s captain is the god Wiggog Y’Wrath but Wiley tends to take care of all the heavy lifting when it comes to others.

Douglas Keane an orphaned amnesiac named for his adoptive father Douglas Keane Sr the former captain of the guard that keeps their little island town safe. Douglas Keane was nicknamed Duke of the Lost or Duke for short not only due to his own past but also because he runs the islands only orphanage and takes care of any kid that needs it.

Captain Holloway is a witch that also just so happens to be a pirate on occasion. She used to be the apprentice to the kings magician but after an accident she had to flee as no one could remember who she or a friend of hers were.

Sheila Young is a noble woman who has a tendency to dabble in both the dark arts and piracy. A noble woman gets bored of the monotony of courtly life after all. She and Holloway have a difficult relationship.