#ill never forgive you kitten

[nilihim-him]

[mint-8]

Platonic Yandere Pet × GN! Reader

Disclaimer: Please, do not read this as romantic or sexual. Having those sorts of relationships or feelings towards real animals are signs of mental illness (zoophilia), and I implore that you get some sort of therapy if you have such emotions towards animals or your own pets. Read this as purely platonic love.

- While it's true that we can't know for sure what our pets think of us, we can imagine how far their love for their owners would go if it was ever tested, especially if their previous homes weren't the best.

Platonic Yandere Dog

- Yandere Dog who you adopted as a rescue. They came from an abusive household and were extremely afraid of humans, whimpering in fear when a person got too close and with low energy all day long.

- Yandere Dog that, when they realized that all the treats, toys, and soft beds were proof of your love for them, finally let their true colors out.

- Yandere Dog whose tail wags a mile a minute every time you pet them or give them kisses, guaranteed they'll lick your entire face as a thank you! Who cuddles in your bed every night, eats alongside you in every meal, and who never tries to run away. They will always stay close to you and would never dare to hurt their owner!

- Yandere Dog who wants to play and receive affection 24/7, and sort of understands that you can't always give them love because you are "busy" or something like that. It's ok! They can stay sit next to you on the floor or the couch or bed until you are done!

- Yandere Dog who waits dutifully in front of your home's door for your arrival! Who also tends to growl and bark at anyone else that isn't you, but they wouldn't dare to bit them, oh God no! Well, maybe if they try anything suspicious.

- Yandere Dog who would, with no hesitation, maul a person or animal into a bloody death if they ever sense they are trying to hurt you! They would never forgive themselves if they allowed their precious human to get hurt by an enemy! They would rather die than let that happen!

Platonic Yandere Cat

- Yandere Cat who you found abandoned in a street near your home. They were dirty and clearly hurt and/or sick.

- Yandere Cat who was taken directly to the nearest veterinarian and who you decided to adopt to save the little kitten from death.

- Yandere Cat who doesn't fully trust this human. They were abandoned by their previous owners as soon as they stopped being "cute", why wouldn't you be any different from them?

- Yandere Cat who will hiss and scratch you every time you get close, and who always keeps a distance during the first months of living with you. But even with their aggression, you persevered and continued to buy them the best food, toys, and softest beds you could find.

- Yandere Cat who mellows down over time and finally allow you to pet them! Not for long, though, for they will only grace you with their presence for a few seconds and then run away.

- Yandere Cat who, at last, realizes that you, their owner, truly love them and wish to protect them no matter what. After this realization, they immediately become extremely cuddly, seating and sleeping in your lap, purring every time you scratch behind their ears and licking your face as a reward for giving them kisses!

- Yandere Cat who walks all around your house because they own it and makes sure to kill any pests that they can find while you're out! They are an apex predator, after all! They must teach those bugs who is the boss in this household!

- Yandere Cat who mews at you to get your attention when you are busy and, if they don't get it, will eventually break something so you give them some cuddles. They might be an attention seeker, but are a total cuddle bug as well! Always sleeping alongside you in bed every night!

- Yandere Cat who judges every visitor that dare to enter their realm and who hisses and scratches them if they ever get too close.

- Yandere Cat who is well aware they aren't the strongest, but are willing to risk their lives in order to protect yours! The kind and sweet human who saved them from a life in the streets, and who gave them a new chance in life!

[cowboyinternist]

Hi hello, ummm

Never did this kind of thing but i need to hear your thoughts on Silas the thief (if you even care about him) cause I'm going insane bc of this wet cat of a man and his witch gf

i actually love silas he’s one of my favorite characters! his relationships with other people (the kittens, cecil, mino) make me feel SOOOO ill. cecil especially.

i like that at first we see growth in him but he hasn’t completed it yet. you can see in the way he talks about cecil and the kittens that he’s trying to understand them and appreciate them in a way that he never did with mino, but his opinion on her doesn’t seem to have changed at all. and this is maybe a stretch a little but i almost feel like her being trapped in the forest is representative of his resentment towards her. and the person who ends up helping out of the forest is cecil, the same person who helps give silas the skills to forgive and understand other people. we don’t really get to know much of what happens in between 196 and 208 but silas is obviously MUCH less bitter towards her (purrs at her. allegedly.) so obviously the things he learned aren’t just completely lost the second he gets to leave and see mino again. those skills he learns from cecil are what help him move past his resentment towards her.

i like thinking about how him visiting cecil at the end of 208 was completely his choice too. yeah, he needed to get the artwork he stole back from him, but he didn’t HAVE to visit him again as khoshekh. he chose to because he knows that cecil loves him, and even though he has his reservations and difficulties with him, he loves cecil too. his feelings towards cecil mirror the way mino felt about silas before she left him. his relationship to cecil and mino tend to be parallels of each other? similarly to how mino had to isolate silas in order for him to learn that even though he provided so much for her and cared for her, she didn’t owe him anything. her relationship with him was loving, but lonely because he didn’t understand her. silas/khoshekh needed to be away from cecil in order for cecil to realize that even though he’s provided so much love and care for khoshekh, silas should be able to have a choice in that exchange. cecil isn’t owed anything, he loves khoshekh and of course khoshekh loves him, but it’s better for him to have his free will. his relationship with cecil was loving, but lonely because he didn’t understand him. both silas and cecil needed to learn this (i’d argue that cecil. to less of a severe degree. but i digress lol).

also he’s just funny! he’s so funny and bitchy and pretentious. he’s SUCH a cat. i’d love to hear more about him and mino eventually but im also really content with it being more open ended. i DO think it would be very cute if we still occasionally got khoshekh updates from cecil though. i find it really funny how he doesn’t realize that him and silas are the same person and i think it’d be a REALLY good ongoing bit.

[fieldsofview]

Spider-Man: Homesickness UPDATE

The following text is copied from my AO3

Hey, y'all. This is going to be a long and rambling life update for a moment. TLDR: The epilogue won't be posted until mid/late August, but it is coming. Keep reading if you're so interested in the *why*, otherwise, I'll see you then.

I know that, until now, I've been very consistent in keeping updates on time. And I know it's likely frustrating for you all to have to wait for the epilogue, and for that I apologize. It's coming, I promise. I just want to make sure I do it justice and do my best, and my life has not allowed for that right now. My personal life has been kind of a wreck these last few weeks. To start, I had a long stretch of time where I was covering extra shifts for my coworker who was in the hospital, which meant a lot of doubles (My usual 4PM-midnight followed by the midnight-8AM shift, with only a few hours after to go home and sleep before doing it all over again.) This is when I was drafting the previous chapter, and I did do my best to keep working on all of this but I was drastically limited in the time I had. During and following all of this, my cat, Aya, got very sick very fast. Within about 2 weeks, she went from being a perfectly healthy 5-year-old cat at her yearly physical exam, to having such extreme symptoms from a mystery illness that she was interned in a specialty Vet clinic's ICU for several days, needing a feeding tube, intravenous medication, and 24-hour care. Ultimately, despite the thousands of dollars I spent, four different veterinarians, and countless tests, no one could figure out what was wrong with her. She has since passed and her ashes should hopefully return to me within the week. Because of the timing of it all, just a few days later I left for a trip out of state to visit my elderly grandparents for their 85th birthday celebration with my extended family (There are nearly 40 of us) that I could not reschedule or miss, and I've been there for the last week. It's a 18-hour journey each way and I've spent most of the trip assisting my father with care of my younger brother or assisting my cousin with her three kids under 5. I've had no time for writing whatsoever. I've barely had time to breathe, let alone grieve the loss of my cat who I have had since she was a tiny kitten and who passed so suddenly and so violently that it has stuck with me in a way that previous pet deaths have never done. Her sister and her were so closely bonded and it's been heartbreaking to see her so confused as to why Aya has never come home. And now I've had to leave her with my roommates while I'm gone and she's been acting skittish and scared around them in a way she never has before. I only hope when I return in a few days she'll forgive me. I haven't started writing the epilogue yet. As many of you pointed out in the comments here and on my Tumblr (that I truly haven't had the capacity to respond to), the last chapter did not quite feel right or sit in the way you wanted. I stand by the events of the chapter, but because it was basically my rough draft with almost no editing, it's lacking the subtlety and nuance it deserves, and it's missing some details it should have had. I love this fic with all my heart and I want it to be a project I can finish and leave in a way that I am proud of. So, I will be spending the next few weeks taking the time I need for myself, and then I will be spending the time to make any edits to the entire story that I feel are necessary for it to be its best. Once that's done, I'll publish the epilogue. A version that is final and that I can be proud of, whether or not anyone else likes it. Because I know the last chapter was not my best work, it's been hard to sit with those comments and accept them, despite knowing the circumstances surrounding them. Thank you to everyone who has supported me through this project, and thank you for your patience as I make sure this is the best it can be. My hope is that I can post the epilogue in about one month, as I approach the year mark from when I first started drafting this fic, but I will take it day by day to ensure it's the best it will be. I will delete this "chapter" once the epilogue is posted. 

[mageofseven]

Repressed Love: A DiaLuci Love Story

Chapter 42

Tag list: @astroseuss @zarakem @brielle043 @missloserqueen

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There was a knock at the bedroom.

Dia gave the human a small comforting smile before smoothing down the younger woman's hair and approaching the door.

On the other side was the father-son duo, ready to try and make things right.

As soon as Satan saw Diavolo open the door though, the blonde's eye quickly darted towards the floor.

He didn't wanna be here, at the door to the room where both women that he felt he owed his life to were, but nothing was going to get better if he didn't face it. As a new Angel of Determination, this man was going to see this through.

Seeing his son's hesitation, Lucifer spoke up.

"He'd like talk things over with MC now."

Frowning, his fiancée turn back to the human.

"Are you ready to speak with him, sweetheart?"

MC hugged her belly and took a deep breath.

"As I'll ever be."

With that, the princess gently took her stepson's arm and guided him through the doorway. When Lucifer tried stepping inside though, the woman blocked him.

"We are going to speak in my office." Dia told him, her golden orbs, usually warm and comforting to the man now cold and pained just like earlier in the hallway.

The man nodded and stepped back so his fiancée could step in the hall and quietly shut the door behind them.

And like that, the young couple was alone.

Satan still stood near the doorway, just watching his Kitten hang her head and hug her little belly.

"I...I was wrong." The blonde began. "I know I should have trusted you; you've never given me any reason not to yet...when you needed me to believe in you the most, I didn't."

The woman still didn't speak a word, causing the man to step closer.

"Kitten, please talk to me." He begged softly. "Even if it's only to yell me, please say something."

Instead, the woman whispered.

"Why did you do this to me?"

Satan sighed before slowly approaching the woman and kneeling in front of her.

"So much went wrong after you left...it wasn't until then that I realize how much you kept me together." He stared up into her eyes as he confessed this. "Not long after you left did I truly feel like a part of me died and I... that's when I developed my condition, when I started to 'unravel'. Nothing was the same after that."

"I..." MC's tears thickened and the woman started to breath like she was being choked. "I caused your illness? I-I almost--"

"No, Kitten." He gently took one of her hands and kissed it. "You didn't cause it; from what I understand, it was always supposed to happen. Instead, you are the one who kept me alive this long."

"But I--"

"You have others you love; you did nothing wrong by supporting them during a bad time."

"But you struggled too--"

"And I didn't want you to know, to worry about me when you already had so much on your shoulders."

"Satan..."

The blonde rubbed his thumb in circles over her hand, trying to soothe her.

"Still, it was just one bad thing after another till you came home to me. Then I was so happy...but I also worried that it was temporary." He explained. "Then I...when I discovered what I was sensing within you was your--our baby, I instantly thought the worse case scenario because that was what I grew used to."

The man rose from his knee, her hand still in his.

"You don't have to forgive me; just please...let me make this up to you...you and our child--"

The woman practically threw herself at him before hugging him tightly

Things still weren't okay in the blonde's eyes, but he was going to make it okay. For her.

~

The older couple silently entered Dia's office. Once inside though, the pregnant woman made no attempt to sit down.

Instead, she stared her fiancé down with her cold, pained expression.

"Now...what did you do to me? What did you do to our child?" The woman laid her hands on her shrunken belly.

"...You remember."

"Bits." She nodded. "Something... something happened, the doctor was called...he said he spoke to you about the medicine before and you gave him permission to use it on me..."

"Dia--"

"You apologized to me and our child..." Her eyes softened slightly. "Expressing that you knew you did something wrong...and whatever it was, it caused my belly to shrink; it did something to our child. Now what did you do?"

Lucifer closed his eyes, focusing on his breathing before looking back at her.

"The Rot spread over your stomach...the visual was too much for you; you panicked and it start spreading faster." He explained in a low tone. "I held you as Barbatos got the doctor. Diavolo, you and the child both were going to die."

Dia's eyes widened as tears filled them.

"What did you do?" She repeated softly. "What did the medicine do?"

"It saved you both...at a cost." He answered. "It made the Rot retreat considerably, but...the reason you weren't healing as you should have before was that your body focused more resources on our child than on fighting the disease. The fast acting potion he injected into you made your body focus more on fighting the disease--"

"At the cost of our child!" The princess yelled in disbelief and betrayal.

A mother always does her best to protect her children, but never should a mother be made to feel that she has to protect them from the father.

"Our child will continue to grow fine once the Rot has disappeared--"

"But this could have lasting affects! Lucifer!" The woman started heavily sobbing. "You heard my father and the doctor at my first appointment. Our child was already smaller than most babies in my family would be at this point. My father was already concerned, saying that if I was even the slightest bit smaller than he'd think something was wrong!"

Lucifer's eyes went wide; he remembered that day. He and Barbatos were concerned about how quickly her belly grew despite only being four months along, but both the king and the doctor had insisted it was normal for her family.

The man tried reaching out to comfort the woman, but the princess backed away.

"What else are you keeping from me?" She demanded. "If there's anything at all, say it now or I will never forgive you."

But the fiancé didn't want to say it; his love was already heartbroken enough.

Yet, he also thought of her words from out in the hallway when she discovered he hid her illness from his son. 'Lying only makes things worse in the long run.'

She was right. In fact that was exactly what MC had taught him when she first came to the Devildom for her schooling.

Lately, he has found himself falling on old habits out of stress, but he can't keep doing that; it will only make things harder for himself.

"The injection...and the potions you will have to drink until the Rot is completely gone...could cause some defects with our child."

The woman could only stare at him, eyes fixed with this disbelieving, helpless look.

Dia focused on her breathing for a minute before slowly going around her desk, sitting in her chair, and hiding her face in her hands.

"Get out." She murmured but then raised her voice so she could be heard. "Get out...of my office. Now."

And so he did.

In Lucifer's mind...he's done enough damage to the woman he loves.

~

"Why has there been so much yelling today, Barbie?" Audriana asked within the butler's arm.

It was class time, but the little girl was too upset to focus and her uncle-figure did his best to comfort her.

"Some...difficult things have occurred and your family is doing their best to resolve them."

"Why won't Mama and Daddy talk to me though? What did I do wrong?"

"Nothing, my dear." The butler assured. "You are perfect. However, life is not and your parents are focused on making things better for you."

"I'd rather Mama and Daddy not look so sad..."

"I know, child." He stroked the girl's hair with a gloved hand. "Eventually, they'll be happy again. For now, they just need your patience. Can you do that for them?"

Audri nodded sadly.

"But...why was Tay Tay yelling earlier?"

Barb pursed his lips.

"Do you know how when we study multiplication how sometimes you get upset because you can't understand how to solve the problem?"

The child nodded.

"Many people get upset when they don't understand something; this very normal." He explained. "Your brother discovered something he did not understand and it upset him. However, he chose to express it a way that hurt others and that's not okay."

"There's something even Tay Tay can't understand?" The girl's eyes went wide. "But he's so smart!"

Barb smiled at the girl.

"Yes, your brother is very smart." He agreed. "But even the smartest people do not know everything and in a way, that's a good thing. It's good that we can always learn something new."

"What did Tay Tay learn?"

The man paused for a moment, thinking of how to explain this to the child.

"Something overwhelming, but beautiful and I'm sure he'd prefer to tell you about it himself when he's ready."

The butler continued to comfort the girl.

Growing up in a chaotic household is never easy for children, but Barbatos was going to do his best to cushion the experience for the little princess as much as possible.

[moons-of-peachclan]

Prologue - Part 3

[Image ID: Two large text boxes and one small one. The small one in the top left reads "Newleaf - Moon 0." The first big text box reads: Siltroot is too exhausted to visit StarClan and receive his nine lives and dies without them. In the following days, many other cats die from a combination of exhaustion, smoke inhalation, exposure, insufficient nutrition, and illness caused by the above.

The second big text box reads: Ghostpounce, Batleaf, Snowstripe, Drytail, Beetlepelt, Shellflower, Minnowfoot, Thornmuzzle, Heronpaw, Mousefang, Cloudkit, Leafkit, Lilymouth, Amani, and Spiderdrop have died. Lakedapple, Goldkit, and Seri are in shock. End ID.]

Many cats have died. The lead healer scrambles to find who is next in line to be leader. (More below the cut!)

[Image ID: Three cats, two adults and one kitten. Above the first says "++ New Player: Lakedapple. Tom, 78 moons. Strange, guardian, & great navigator." Above the second says "++ New Player: Twilightkit. Tom, 2 moons. Daring, quick to help." Next to the third it says "Dashdawn. Molly, 101 moons. Reserved, great singer. Lead healer."

Lakedapple stands with Twilightkit between his paws and Dashdawn across from him. In the text box, Lakedapple says, "So it's me, then. I'm the leader." End ID.]

It was early in the night when Dashdawn entered the temporary nursery. Lakedapple was curled near the entrance with his paws tucked underneath him and his kit, Twilightkit, safely against his side. For a second Dashdawn thought they were both asleep, but Lakedapple's eyes opened as soon as she stepped inside. He relaxed slightly once he saw her, looking up at the lead healer with tired eyes.

Seri was also in the nursery, a tuft of Amani's fur between her front paws. She was heavily pregnant and sleeping fitfully. Goldkit was laying behind her, in his own nest but still near her body for warmth.

Dashdawn's head lowered with her voice. "Lakedapple... I thought you should know first. Spiderdrop just passed away."

He looked past her more than at her. He was a million miles away-- everyone was. She gave him a moment, and then his eyes focused on her. He looked tired and he sounded it, too. "So it's me, then. I'm the leader."

She shook her head minutely. "Not until you get your lives." A beat passed before she added, "I'm sorry. I know you didn't want this."

Which was an immense understatement. Turtlestar and Siltroot had died, which meant the next best claim was Minnowfoot's, but then they'd died, which meant it passed up the line to some grandfather or other and back down from there to Mousefang, who died. Then it was down to her son Cloudkit, who also died and was too young to inherit anyway-- so back up the line it went to StarClan only knew who else and then to Spiderdrop, his uncle.

And now that Spiderdrop was dead... to him.

"Don't be," he said. "Someone has to do it."

Dashdawn nodded. "Driftstreak and Frostpeak finished a makeshift raft a few days ago, and you're well enough to travel, so we should really go as soon as possible."

Lakedapple looked down at Twilightkit, who was sleeping soundly through the whole conversation. His heart leapt into his throat like a jackrabbit. How could he? What if he didn't come back and left his son an orphan? What if something else got him while he was gone? Ghostpounce would never forgive him for his negligence.

"I can't leave him."

The healer headbutted Lakedapple reassuringly. "It won't be for long. He'll be safe here, Lakedapple." Then, after a long, guilty moment, she said, "We'll leave at first light. I'm sorry."

Lakedapple sat awake like that for a long time, fighting sleep. How could he sleep? He had to protect his family-- this last little piece of it. This last little piece of his mate.

Eventually the moon crawled through the sky and the pre-dawn hours approached. Other cats were stirring and Lakedapple knew he'd have to leave soon or Dashdawn would drag him. He watched his son breathe for a while longer before gently nudging him awake.

"Ba...?" Twilightkit mumbled, his eyes opening groggily. A stab of grief coursed through Lakedapple. He was the mi now, the primary parent-- now that Ghostpounce was dead. It would take both of them a while to adjust to that.

"I have to go for a couple days, Twilightkit," he whispered, wishing with every part of himself that he didn't have to.

Twilightkit yawned and closed his eyes again. He was clearly too tired to really register what was happening, but he still asked, "Mm... Why?"

Lakedapple swallowed hard and tried to sound like he wasn't having one of the worst days of his life. "I'm the leader now. I have to go talk to StarClan."

"Mm... say hi to mi, ok..."

He had to go before he started crying. "I will," he whispered, his voice breaking a little. "Be good, Twilightkit. I love you."

Twilightkit was too sleepy to reply, but he didn't need to. Lakedapple licked the top of his head and picked him up before passing him over to Seri, who was watching the conversation quietly. She looked terrible, but Lakedapple knew she understood; her mate had just died, too.

"I'll take care of him," she said in that odd accent of hers.

Lakedapple dipped his head. "Thank you."

[Image ID: A dark gray background with stars. Lakedapple stands on the right with text underneath that says "Level up! Lakedapple -> Lakestar. Deputy -> Leader." On the left is a Dark Forest cat who is labeled with "++ New Player. Sootdapple. Tom, 28 moons (in life). Flexible, brave pathfinder, & natural intuition." Sootdapple says, "I give you this life for courage. And in your predecessor's absence... I welcome you as Lakestar. Good luck, brother. You're gonna need it." End ID.]

Lakedapple and Dashdawn filled up on prey and traveling herbs before they left. Then, they took the new raft across the thicker part of the river and to the southern bank. This ancient forest had been neutral territory for as long as any history had recorded it-- this forest and everything in it belonged to StarClan.

Dashdawn led the silent journey to the mouth of the Cave of Eternal Night. They weren't forbidden from speaking until they entered, but this was such a somber journey-- and the two cats involved so introverted-- that neither of them had much interest in chatter.

It had been many moons since Lakedapple had seen the entrance of the cave. It was like the earth itself was yawning, pointed teeth and all. Dashdawn paused before they crossed the threshold and began to follow the small stream.

"Stay close," she said softly, "and remember: you can never speak of what you see here or what is said to you. Not even I may learn of it."

Lakedapple nodded, and then the two of them began their descent.

There was light to see by for a while, but all too soon there was nothing to guide them but the wet, cold stone beneath them, the lazy stream to their right, and Dashdawn's memory. Lakedapple knew that there was no deeper darkness than this place, the place where night always lived and the sun never penetrated. It was so dark that if you tried to concentrate on it, you'd almost go mad.

The sound of Dashdawn's pawsteps and the occasional brush of her tail against his whiskers kept him from slipping or straying-- not that there was very far to stray. After what felt like days but could have only been hours, the stream quieted and Dashdawn stopped.

They were at the pool now. They would sleep here for the night and meet StarClan once the sun had risen up above-- until then, their ancestors would be absent from this place.

Lakedapple was exhausted. He'd never had a more dreamless sleep, and when he woke, there was no direction whatsoever. It was as though all he'd ever known was darkness... until he felt Dashdawn's tail brush against his face and he strained his eyes to look.

To what had to be the north of them, there was the thinnest sliver of light, just enough to make the darkness have meaning again. Dashdawn rose and Lakedapple rose with her.

The two of them carefully scaled the flowstone as the stars returned to the Cave of Eternal Night. They glowed all around them, reflecting off of the water or perhaps becoming unique instances. It was a difficult climb, especially since Lakedapple didn't want to dig his claws into this holy stone, but then they were at the small pool at the top.

There was just enough light to see by, like on a new moon. The two of them waded into the deepest point of the pool, where the water lapped at their bellies.

Lakedapple nodded. Dashdawn placed her paws on his shoulders, he took a deep breath, and then she pushed him under.

He realized immediately that the breath had been a bad idea and released it. The faster this was over with, the better-- but he couldn't make himself breathe in, and when he started to run out of air, he started to panic. He thrashed wildly and surely his claws grazed Dashdawn, but she held him firm until he finally sucked in water, felt his head go light, and then it all went black.

Until the stars rushed in to greet him.

Five cats stood in a semicircle around him, all of their pelts threaded with stars. His eyes were wide with shock as he looked at all of their faces-- but he didn't have much time to gawk before Shrubquiver was clearing her throat to get his attention.

He looked at her, stronger than he'd last seen her but not much younger. "With this life," she rumbled, "I give you trust in your own instincts. Know what experience has taught you-- do not blindly trust reason." She touched her nose to his, and pain tore through him-- when it faded, what he imagined must have been the ache of ancient bones was the last to fade.

Next was Batleaf, an old friend. The tom's ears twitched forward and his tail crooked to the left before he sat back on his haunches and made a series of quick gestures with his paws. Lakedapple was always a little slow with pawspeak, but he seemed to understand it better here as Batleaf said, "I give you this life for determination. With it, you will receive the strength to keep going, even if others think you don't have what it takes."

Batleaf touched his nose and the noises Lakedapple hadn't even noticed faded to nothing as the pain rocked through him. All he could hear was his own blood rushing in his ears-- and with it, the certainty that as long as that sound kept echoing through his skull, he could put one paw in front of the other, no matter the odds.

Then it was Snowstripe. Lakedapple hadn't known Snowstripe well, but he was still glad to see him here. "With this life, I give you stability," he said, stepping forward to touch their noses together. This pain was a stiff one, like wind trying to blow him over but his limbs locking firm. Lakedapple instinctively dug his claws in as it washed over him. When his ears stopped ringing, Snowstripe said, "You'll do fine as leader, Lakedapple. Don't worry."

And then... "Ghostpounce," he whispered, his voice hoarse.

Her eyes were flinty as she stepped forward. He knew that look-- she was doing everything she could not to fall apart. "With this life, I give you unity," she said in a voice like she was using every ounce of willpower not to cry. "Teamwork makes the dream work." She touched her nose to his and the agony that ripped through him wasn't only physical. It was emotional, too-- grief doubled over. This would be the last time for a very, very long time that he would touch his nose to hers, and that was a pain that didn't fade away.

Flarefur was next, looking remarkably more alive than he ever had when he'd actually been alive. He gave a shy smile and said, "You're almost done. I'm certain of it. And with that, I give you this life for certainty, so that you will always know your place in the world and what you're supposed to do with it." The ache of this life was a cold one, like one big bruise, or maybe a fever. His stomach turned but he stood strong.

When Lakedapple opened his eyes again, the StarClan cats were gone. Panic suddenly rose in him like the water he'd choked on-- was that all? Where was Turtlestar? Was he going to be stuck here forever?

Then, a familiar scent reached his nose. Lakedapple's head snapped around to Sootdapple, bathed in shadow. Shock, horror, and grief clawed through him better than any enemy warrior.

"Surprised to see me?" Sootdapple asked, a sly grin on his muzzle.

Out of all the thoughts running through his mind, for some reason the one Lakedapple settled on was, "Where's Turtlestar...?"

Sootdapple shrugged. "Off hiding from her shame." Then, his smile returned, but a touch less sinister. "This clan will do well under your leadership, brother. I give you this life for courage-- and lieu of your predecessor... I welcome you as Lakestar."

He touched his nose to Lakedapple's-- Lakestar's-- before he had time to react. This life didn't hurt at all; it just filled him with vigor and made his heart start beating.

"Good luck, brother!" he called, already sounding far away.

"Sootdapple, wait--"

With a laugh, he added, "You're gonna need it!"

...

and then Lakestar was coughing his lungs up on the bank of the shallow pool, Dashdawn vigorously licking his fur the wrong way to get some warmth back into him.

They sat there for a long while so Lakestar could catch his breath, and then it was time to go back.

[phoenix-positivity]

Please ask yourself why you are targetting your body with this hate. Ask yourself and think on it. Do you feel it betrayed you? (Answer: it did not, whatever illness/whoever person attacked it betrayed it. Your body is fighting to survive regardless of that attack. Would you hate a kitten for someone hurting it? Would you blame the kitten if it got hurt and needed time to heal? Or would you try and aid it in its healing and accept that healing is a trajectory) Is it moreso that you hate yourself and therefor your body must be hated as well? (What is it that makes you feel worthless? Because hating yourself is equivalent to feeling like you do not deserve your own love. You deserve that love. The same love you would give a good friend. There is nothing in this world that could make you undeserving of love. Even if you have been misguised before) I tend to view my body as seperate from me almost, in the sense that it is my 'operating device' like a car almost. But more personal and unique to me. And whatever has hapenned in life, my body has always only had one goal: surviving. My body has healed every wound I inflicted on it. It has changed over the years. But it's always been there for me in the sense that, without it I would litteraly be nowhere. I wouldn't be able to see art, hear music, feel my dogs fur, taste snacks, smell flowers, walk, paint, sing, crochet, dance, cook, I wouldn't be anything. (Not to say that people with disabilities are nothing, being impaired in some ways does not mean you are somehow less valuable) I have been a terrible enemy to my body for most of my life, and now I am asking it for forgiveness. I know my body forgives me because it wants what is best for me. I treat it like how I would treat my most beloved posessions and friends. I am proud of what it is able to accomplish and I am understanding if it's unable to do something. Your body will never hurt you out of malice. Your body does not hate you, it's there to try it's best for you. Please think of it as your ally, and be an ally to it in return.

I cannot put into words how much I absolutely HATE this body I'm in.

[bunniarchive]

Text post more or less! Hi, hello I don't speak here often. This is technically a side blog after all and dedicated to posting my art and reblogging art of others that interests me. I've been on tumblr a long time but have never been able to make it a main platform until recently. With the death of my Twitter now solid (I will no longer be posting content there. It is locked) due to the TOS making me uncomfortable. I will be posting here and on my Bluesky regularly.

You might have noticed my own post slowing down for the moment.

That is due to my own health being very rocky right now as well as my commercial work happening at the same time. To give everyone a good idea of what is going on. I am working on 2 teams of illustrators and concept artists (3 people each team myself included) to create lineages for a ttrpg supplement PDF. I will be making 6 illustrations. 3 for each lineage while my teammate will do another 3. On top of those 6 I will also be helping with working on the covers of both. That puts me at 8 pieces of work for this year to get done. I have finished 2 concept pieces already as a guide to said lineages.

I also have commissions to work on. A very busy busy bee 🐝

I'm enjoying the work, but I felt it only fair that I explain my workload given there is no NDA.

When I haven't been working I've been dealing with arthritis and chronic illness/pain which makes sense given its getting colder and more rainy. I also have kittens that we just took in plus I've been doing a lot more cooking at home which leads to more pain. I got sucked into BG3 and Palia for my down time so personal art has taken a minor back seat.

Artfight also really took it out of me this year. I draw with my whole arm so I don't get wrist pain. I do, however get shoulder issues and pain. The joys of art school training coming to haunt me years later.

So please so forgive me for being slower. I'm doing my very best to share what I love with others

You made it this far in my ramble, please enjoy Mochi and Cinnamon Bun. Our newest addition to the cat colony

[sbeana]

the pool scene

[littleapocalypsekitten]

I love your attitude vis a vi "people." Me being in a crowd... perhaps on a busy highway where everyone drives stupidly, or in a crowded grocery store with too narrow aisles and too many people shopping that day... Since I know we share a fandom, I'll put it this way: I have to remind myself that I have sworn myself to a "Vash" mentality, but somewhere in my heart, I'm going "0 to Millions Knives in 0.6 seconds." My common law hubby and I have a joke between us, namely that one time I just shouted at the top of my lungs when riding in a car when I'd had enough of the world "NOTHING IS MORE TROUBLESOME THAN A HUMAN!!!" It's an inside joke between us now. And, indeed... people. People. Few people are let fully into my world - people I grow to trust - but I keep most people at arms' length, or 6 feet apart. Even people I feel like I am starting to become friends with, I am guarded around. I have let people in - and done my characteristic oversharing. I have let people in, felt like I could trust them only to be betrayed, or some kind of blow up to happen with me because for all people love to tell you that they are comfortable and compassionate to people with mental illnesses (and may have some themselves), when the symptoms come out, they can't handle it, after all. And for everyone who has betrayed me - I can forgive, given time, but I never forget. I had a therapy appointment today. Just my bi-weekly. I've had a lot of therapy over the last couple of years. It's helped me immensely in getting out of giving too much of a shit about what people think. Rejection sensitivity will always be there, but in the end, I know I should be more careful about who I let truly into my life. I have an illness that puts me on the knife's edge of suicidal ideation. I'm doing okay right now. I've been okay for some time. I'm even very proud of myself for... handling grief pretty well, all things considered, after a relative / best friend / person who'd saved my life in the past died last year - with extra, EXTRA therapy, of course (I was able to get group again for a while). I know how to get help, if nothing else. (Hearty cry of "bullshit!" at someone I knew online a few years ago who told me that I "didn't want help" because "I wasn't doing enough" back when the therapy-wait-lists were full-up. She was an asshole and I'm glad to be done with her. Rot in Hell, bitch. Person I was reblogging my reblog from knows who she is, although she might not know which person, and I won't name names). But, yeah... Sometimes you gotta remind yourself of the small, non-people things to live for, like doggies and kittens and cool birds. Sometimes... you gotta gin yourself to living for Pure. Unfiltered. Spite. Has saved my life so far.

Literally

So, here's the thing.

You are irreplaceable.

It's not some touchy-feely squidgey kindness and love thing. You are, literally, not possible to replace.

You are not rare, you are literally the only one of you that will ever exist. There is nothing and no-one available to step in and take over what you are doing, and there never will be.

If you stop existing, everything that you were going to do in your life will now never be done. The birds you would see will never be observed by you. The thoughts you have on whether Valjean and Crowley would split a Hawaiian pizza will never occur to anyone else. The fondness you have for your nephew, the tattoo you are going to get in six years, the scritches you are going to give to every dog you meet -- none of that happens. None of it, without you.

I am not a squishy emotions person. I am a facts person. And the fact is, somewhere out there is a kitten that you are eventually going to meet and foster, there is a cousin's friend that needs a couch to sleep on while they get a new job in this trans refuge state, there is a neighbor's garbage can that needs to be pulled out of the street, there is an entire unfathomable universe of YOU that will never happen without you to make it happen.

Maybe you look ahead and see the footprint you leave on the world and you think, ehh, that's no loss to anyone.

How dare you.

How dare you deny the rest of existence the right to judge for ourselves whether you will be missed. Whether your absence is a loss. How dare you decide on behalf of people not even yet born whether or not they will love and respect and value you.

You are literally irreplaceable. So is future-you.

Stay alive to find out what happens next

[bambirex]

Hi Bambi! 🐻 Can I ask for some Yennskier where Yennefer finds an orphaned child and she and Jaskier look after/co-parent them and they finally admit their soft feelings for each other, whilst they found their cosy family unit, please? Thank you so much!! 🥰

Hiii! I love found family tropes so much, I've been meaning to write it for a while now ❤️

Warnings: death mention, mention of illness

**

She was so weak, so thin, with all her bones visible under her skin. She shivered pathetically, like a wet, abandoned kitten; maybe even a cat would have weighed more than the little girl did. It was hard to even figure out her age, being so heartbreakingly tiny as she was.

Yennefer fought against the tears in her eyes when the child looked up at her pleadingly. She couldn't just leave her there, standing next to her parents' corpses, covered in blood and mud. She must have been standing there for days, as utterly exhausted as she looked. Who even knew when was the last time the poor thing had eaten anything.

Yennefer tried not to think about the last time she tried to save a child. That baby ended up dying, and Yennefer had never managed to forgive herself. She desperately hoped she could somehow save this one: the way the little girl held onto her hands told her that as weak as she was, this child didn't want to give up yet. Yennefer needed to save her.

She had no idea what she was even going to do. As a first step, she decided to take the child to the person she trusted the most: Jaskier.

When he opened the door and saw Yennefer holding the hand of a dirty and scared little girl, his eyes widened and his mouth fell open. For probably the first time in his life, he was completely speechless. He looked down at the child, then up at Yennefer, then back down at the child again. Yennefer wished she could give him an explanation.

"Alright," was all Jaskier said. His voice wavered slightly, even as he forced a weak smile onto his face. He crouched down to be eye-level with the little girl.

"Hello, there. What's your name, dear?"

Instead of replying, the girl leapt forward, straight into Jaskier's arms. The bard let out a surprised huff, before he tentatively wrapped his arms around her.

The sight of Jaskier hugging the child made something warm blossom in Yennefer's chest.

"We need to help her," she whispered. Jaskier sighed deeply, but he nodded, gently brushing the child's greasy hair out of her face.

"Yes," he said quietly, still holding her against his chest, "of course."

*

For the first couple weeks, she didn't speak, which was understandable after everything she had gone through. But, she wasn't afraid of them, that much was obvious: she always sought them out, followed them everywhere they went inside the house. She was also surprisingly affectionate, always silently asking for hugs.

With the help of Yennefer's magic and their combined care, she was soon getting better. A rosy, healthy color returned to her cheeks, as well as a brightness to her eyes.

In the midst of it all, Yennefer found herself not only getting attached to the child, but to Jaskier as well.

Jaskier, who wouldn't exactly be anyone's first candidate for a father figure, turned out to be a pretty good one, actually. He always sang the little girl to sleep, and cuddled her after a nightmare. He would make an actual fool of himself, making a big show of tripping over his own feet just to make her giggle.

Every single time Yennefer watched him look after the girl, her heart grew several sizes. Jaskier was so kind, so thoughtful. He cared for that child as if she was his own, and he never once acted like she was a burden- or, that Yennefer was, for that matter. He was softer with her now, too, more affectionate even physically. Yennefer found herself enjoying this new life they've built together more each day.

After about a month, the little girl started speaking. She told them her name was Aleana, she always wanted to be a mage, and she loved singing.

"Isn't it interesting, how she's the perfect combination of us?" Jaskier chuckled one evening, after they put Aleana down to sleep. "Destiny really bites us in the ass every single day."

"This isn't destiny," Yennefer replied. She smiled at Aleana's sleeping form, gently caressing a finger down her cheek. "This was choice. And I'm glad we made the choice of taking her in."

"So am I," Jaskier replied softly. He wrapped an arm around Yennefer's shoulder. Yennefer let him: she even leaned into him, enjoying his warmth.

*

The more time they spent together, the more Jaskier became aware his feelings for Yennefer had changed. She became bigger, shinier in his eyes: as Jaskier watched her with Aleana, he realized Yennefer was a much better, kinder person than most people believed.

And she was a wonderful mother, too. She was so gentle with Aleana, never scolding her even when she knocked over her favorite perfume bottles. She braided her hair and crawled around on all fours with her in the grass if Aleana wanted to catch bugs, not caring about her dresses or her dignity.

Fuck, Jaskier was falling in love. With Yennefer, and with this little family they made together.

He's never wanted to have kids. Sure, they were adorable, but they were also messy and required a lot of care. Jaskier barely managed to look after himself sometimes, what would he do with a child?

Yet, now, he wouldn't have it any other way. Aleana was growing stronger and healthier each day, due to their care. They loved her, and she loved them- they belonged together.

*

"I think I love you," Jaskier told her quietly. It didn't come as a surprise, but it still warmed Yennefer's heart.

"I love you, too," she replied as she reached for Jaskier's hand, giving it a squeeze. "You, me, and Aleana... it's real, isn't it?"

"It is," Jaskier lifted Yennefer's hand to his lips, and kissed the back of it gently. "We're a family."

Yennefer looked at Aleana who was busy playing with her ragdolls in the corner. She looked at her shiny hair, her pink cheeks, her happiness. Nowhere was that sickly, sad orphan anymore, and that was her and Jaskier's merit. They made this impossible family together.

"I'm so happy," she said softly. Jaskier smiled and kissed her gently, his hand cupping her cheek.

Sometimes, Yennefer was scared she would wake up and find out she was only dreaming: but every single day, she woke up in Jaskier's arms and to the sound of Aleana laughing in the other room, and that made her realize that no dream could ever match the perfection of reality.

[blzzrdstryr]

Yanderes caring for a sick Darling hcs - Liyue boys edition

Starring: Childe, Xiao, Zhongli

[Mondstadt boys edition]

[Mondstadt girls edition]

Childe

Despite his reputation of bloodlusted, fight obsessed battle maniac, Childe is very skilled in and takes pleasure from many fields, including those that don’t really fit into a stereotype of the walking war machine.

Like cleaning or cooking. If your forced relationship somehow develops into the sugary, honeymoon phase, expect him to bring a light breakfast into the bed minutes after your awakening.

Honestly, he views caring for you as both a weird ownership sign and a conquest thing. When you’re sick, you’re weak and vulnerable and dependent, so tending to you is having your entire health and possibly life under his thumb.

He won't say it out loud, yet he will make it absolutely clear to you that he is in control here and it's him who decides whether you'll be healthy again or not. Dare to mouth him too harshly or act too coldly and Childe will leave you all alone, with no comfort or medicine to alleviate your pains.

He, of course, will quickly forgive you once you beg and humiliate yourself enough, and turn back to the loving husband he tries to act as, abd return to being your main caretaker - he usually has servants looking after you, but your sickness is a special occasion, he wants to be the only witness to your vulnerability and weakness.

If you stay docile and nice, then he will also act extra nice ceasing the mental games he usually plays on you. Childe likes to test you and your devotion to him, yet he also understands you being sick might be a serious deal, so he doesn’t want to subject you to unnecessary stress.

With the emotional manipulations out of the window, Childe won't get any more tolerable though, as he will coo and "aww" at your perceived weakness, especially if you aren't known for your any fighting prowess and skills.

You know how sometimes people adore small, harmless animals like bunnies and kittens? That's how he perceives you at the moment. Healthy you is already weak and dependent on him, and having you sick is just a great temptation to him - you are so cute like that, delirious and vulnerable, he wants to have you like this 24/7.

Despite the frequent thoughts he won't sabotage your treatment - sickness can cause long term issues and shouldn't be toyed with, even if the sight of ill you awakes something feral inside of him.

Xiao

Xiao doesn't know much about humans - he talked with some in the past, sees the guests at the Wangshu inn, he even saved them a couple of times from the approaching monsters, but it's still not enough to form a general understanding of them.

Most of the human's inner workings are a great mystery to him - be it feelings and thoughts or the mechanisms of the body.

Xiao knows that sometimes humans get sick, he doesn’t know why though.

He won't believe you at first, when you say you're sick, thinking that it’s just a ploy to divert his attention and use this opportunity for an escape attempt.

Xiao, however, will start to regret his thoughts once your symptoms worsen enough. He will feel like the last scum in Teyvat, especially if you’re still being defiant to his love and the whole kidnapping affair.

See, Xiao doesn’t like to think about what he has done by pulling you out of your life and confining to one place, his history is enough to make him despise the mere idea of stripping one of their freedom. That's why his thoughts never dwell on your whole situation, there's just too many uncomfortable parallels between you and past nameless Xiao for him to exist without his conscience eating him alive.

Your sickness is another resemblance to his past, as the evil god that enslaved him always pushed Xiao to his limits, uncaring of how it will affect his mental and physical help.

Can he deem himself “right” for kidnapping you and isolating you from a dangerous, dangerous world if he lets you go sick under his watch?

Despite his clear dislike of populated areas, he will bolt to the human settlements the second he realizes you won’t beat the illness on your own. Xiao will terrify the local apothecary and medicine seller, demanding a cure for your condition.

Expect him to be glued to your hip for the next few weeks - even if you recover and get healthy again, Xiao will still be a nervous and anxious wreck inside - all his life he has been suffering and losing, he can’t find any strength to part with you too.

Zhongli

Zhongli is the most tolerable on the list here, unlike Xiao he isn’t a big worrier, nor he will actively adore the fact that you’re ill like Childe.

Just like Venti he can instantly cure you. With gnosis or not, Rex Lapis is still a six thousand years old deity, strong and powerful enough to rain meteorites from the skies.

However, unlike Venti, he won’t do it right away, especially if you caught something non-threatening like seasonal flu. He believes that tending to the sick is a special kind of intimacy, as looking after you in such a way requires a certain level of trust and commitment.

By helping you combat the disease and alleviating your pain, he kind of bonds with you as your caretaker, no matter how dehumanizing it may sound. Humans even with their complex and advanced technology and civilizations still remain animals inside.

One of the ways to earn the feral animal’s trust is to tend to it’s injuries and provide it with food, so Zhongli believes that caring for you will lessen your ire even if it decreases by the smallest drops. He’s ready to do anything to win your affections.

He will be a patient, calm presence to your discomfort, doing everything to lessen your pain.

Zhongli also knows a lot of natural remedies and traditional medicine, having lived among humans long enough. He will cook a special rice congee - it’s light and easy to digest, and have you drinking ginger tea, known for its anti-inflammatory properties.

[halogenwarrior]

This is really cool! I think with the help of @bonefall's supernatural/afterlife lore I can make the plot more like Undertale, though. (Spoilers for Undertale obviously)

Many moons ago, two Clans were locked in warfare (I haven't thought of names for them yet). One Clan won the war and took all the other Clan's territory, driving them into a barren land with little food or resources. Later, Goldstar (doesn't have a dishonor title in this version) takes the leadership of his Clan, and is beloved for his kindness and softness. Balancing him out is his mate and deputy Lightseed, who is equally kind but with more of a backbone, and they have a single kit who they are raising, Flowerkit.

Then a kit from another Clan, let's call them Branchpaw (Chara) for another plant-based name, appears in their Clan. They ran away from the other Clan who drove them out due to being mistreated there and being disillusioned by their past crimes. Goldstar and Lightseed adopt them as their own. Now an apprentice, Branchpaw is determined to fix the horrible conditions their new Clan lives on, and when Flowerpaw becomes the cleric apprentice they see a way, joining their brother in the studies of the spiritual and particularly taking interest in forbidden channeling, even of demons. They pressure Flowerpaw into the plan - Branchpaw will kill themselves and willingly join the Dark Forest, then use their forbidden knowledge of the afterlife to, after being summoned by Flowerpaw with his cleric knowledge, send them and other Dark Forest cats who were once in their Clan to possess the other Clan's leader, deputy, and other respected cats, then have those cats unanimously agree to give the other Clan back their territory. They agree to the plan, but when Flowerpaw enters the enemy camp he can't go through with it because that would mean killing all those cats in power, and he is a cleric apprentice who chose the job because he didn't want killing and war. The other Clan gets suspicious of the stranger in the camp and violently drives him out, and he comes back to his own Clan's camp horribly wounded and shortly after dies.

In rage and grief, Goldstar declares he is sick of their living conditions, he will never forgive them for killing his son when he only came in peace (not knowing the full story and believing Branchpaw died of illness), and since they are too weak to beat the other Clan, to get the territory he needs he will now go on a campaign against the rogues living in the human town next to them to take their territory. Lightseed is horrified that he would attack and dehumanize innocents to get the territory he wants, and willingly leaves the Clan to live in the human town, where she is taken in as a kittypet.

Moons later, the war rages on and has already claimed several cats' lives. Goldstar regrets his vow and feels horrible about killing, but now his whole Clan is behind him and would turn against him if he turns back - particularly his new deputy, the aggressive Scaleclaw. And that's when Kindlepaw enters the story. They are originally a kittypet who Lightseed's humans take as one of a long list of foster kittens, making Lightseed grieve for how she takes them in as a parent only for them to be adopted off to another home (they then have a different kittypet name, not sure what that is). But Kindlepaw doesn't want this fate for themselves - even if they can live in peace and be loved by humans forever, they don't want their life restricted to a single house, and want to go out into the world. Lightseed tries to dissuade them, saying the twolegplace is in a state of war and the nearby Clan will reject a kittypet, but Kindlepaw is determined. As a last resort, Lightseed tries to fight Kindlepaw to stop them from leaving the house, saying she needs to know the world out there is kill or be killed, if you can beat me you can leave. But Kindlepaw doesn't want to fight, taking her blows without striking back, and convinces her through determination that they can survive out there. They then decide to join the Clan.

So the plot from there plays out as it does in the original post, with Kindlepaw becoming an apprentice under Bluebone and trying to find their place in a world that expects war while bonding with the other cats in the Clan. But also it is discovered that Lichenheart has been messing with channeling to cover up her weakness in connection to StarClan - for altruistic reasons so she can benefit her Clan in a way a better connected cleric would be able to, but also due to her insecurity, which only gets worse when her channeling leads to cats who died in her care being stuck as ghosts unable to join StarClan. This also includes Flowerpaw, who was used in her experimentation. Flowerpaw went to the Dark Forest willingly as well to join their sibling, only to find that they weren't there, having been separated from any afterlife by their possession shenanigans. Unable to find their sibling, he is horribly lonely, but manages to take advantage of Lichenheart's acts to inhabit a flower used as a channeling object and join the living world, where he is found by Kindlepaw. The channeling is botched and he is unable to feel much at all, but he connects Kindlepaw to Branchpaw and recognizes their spirit is inhabiting them as a voice in their head and, however miserable he is in life, is terrified of going back to the Dark Forest and losing his sibling again. Due to a combination of his cynicism brought by what nonviolence cost him and the effects of the botched channeling numbing his emotions, Flowerpaw is much more bitter and cynical, often playing cruel pranks on the cats of the Clan just to have something to do.

So the rest of the story would be about Kindlepaw trying to find a place in the Clan without using violence, getting Scaleclaw to see not all outsiders are bad, helping Lichenheart confront her guilt and feelings of inadequacy (and get together with Scaleclaw despite the cleric mate ban), helping Redbone, who is enthusiastic for war because he feels that's the only way to get recognition and love in his Clan, realize that he's not really that kind of person, bringing Lightseed back into the fold of the Clan, and finally helping Flowerpaw confront his feelings about his sibling and realize Kindlepaw is not the same cat, even if he can no longer go back to StarClan or to a normal life in the living world.

I gave the Undertale cast warrior cat names

Ft. Translations into clanmew, which is from @bonefall and @troutfur

Frisk - Kindlepaw (Kagnampwyr)

A former kittypet who joined the clans out of curiosity, Kindlepaw was named for their striking tortoiseshell markings (being brown with patches of deep, fiery ginger, the most prominent of which being a heart-shaped marking on their chest). However, they initially regretted their decision, thanks in part to their immense dislike for combat and hunting. Eventually, they found success in acting as a forager of sorts, successfully locating a bunch of prey and herbs during a particularly harsh leaf-bare. Full name will be the honor title Trailblaze (Shofiswarfyf, “path has burned”, after the fact that they managed to create their own path in the clan without learning how to hunt or fight or become a cleric).

Flowey/Asriel - Flowerpaw (Ponmapwyr)

A golden and white tom who seems to hate everyone and everything, Flowerpaw is the only surviving child of Lightseed and Loststar after an accidental forest fire. Having lost one of his legs and all of his siblings, he went from kind and loving to a jaded jerk. Thankfully, his mentor seems to be helping him through his issues, and he’s slowly been growing nicer over time. Full name will be Flowerbloom (Ponmamwar, “flower will bloom”, after the fact that he’s working through his trauma and the hope that he’ll be able to heal from it).

Toriel - Lightseed (Shayuhi’i)

A white molly with striking pink eyes, Lightseed was named for the fact that she was always interested in kits and tending to the nursery, to the point she immediately got with the first tom she liked and became a permanent queen. She had at least eight kits, spread across three separate litters. Unfortunately, she lost all but one of them in a fire her mate accidentally caused. She never forgave him for that, and even temporarily left the clan so that she could deal with her grief without having to see her ex-mate. She eventually returns with Kindlepaw, who she adopted once she processed everything.

Sans - Bluebone (Luparbaben)

A small and round cat who is quick to crack a joke, Bluebone was named for the bone-like markings on his fur. While he tends to laze around camp like he’s lived there forever, nobody knows exactly where he came from, and he’s always quick to dodge the question whenever anybody asks. Some theorize that he is kin of the disappeared cleric Boneberry (Babenlepe), given their resemblance, but nothing has ever been confirmed. He mentors Kindlepaw, teaching them about the things clan cats do besides hunt and fight.

Papyrus - Redbone (Reybaben)

A tall and lanky cat, Redbone was named for his bone-like markings just like his brother. Unlike his brother, he’s always looking for work to do, whether it’s around camp or all throughout the territory. Part of this is likely to come from the fact that he was made a warrior late due to failing his first assessment. Despite that, he always tries to keep a positive outlook on things no matter what, believing that even the worst cats can change. This is why he was given Flowerpaw to mentor, much to everyone’s (including his own) surprise.

Undyne - Scaleclaw (Weeshkach)

A blue and ginger tortoiseshell with a large scar on her face, Scaleclaw is the current deputy. Fiercely loyal to Loststar, she is quick to lose her temper and attack, even without orders. This gets tempered whenever she’s with Redbone, an odd friendship born when they were both just kits. She’s been given a dishonor title previously for her temper, though (Floodstrike, or Worrlkubo, for how she tended to attack indiscriminately and ruined a diplomatic visit because of it).

Alphys - Lichenheart (Aweewababun)

A small golden cat, Lichenheart is currently the only cleric, having taken over after the disappearance of Boneberry. However, her connection to StarClan is incredibly weak, to the point that she often fakes signs to make herself look more skilled than she actually is. Her biggest shame is getting a large number of her clanmates killed with one of her false signs, though because she’s the only cleric she’s too afraid to come forward with the worry she’ll be forced to step down and leave her clan without one. However, she’s technically already breaking the Cleric’s Vow by being in a secret relationship with Scaleclaw.

Mettaton - Halfmask (Kanochpihaba)

A tall, silver tom with distinctive black markings (the most prominent of which being one covering half of his face) and quite a few scars, Halfmask is a very handsome tom. Being a former outsider, he was invited to join by Lichenheart, who created a set of leg braces for him due to the fact that he was having a hard time walking without being fully paralyzed. He’s definitely quite the showoff, especially after discovering that he was incredibly attractive by clan standards. That being said, he’s also incredibly loyal, often being the first to leap into action during a crisis.

Asgore - Loststar (Mwiskshai)

The current leader of the clan. Despite his imposing size and heavy scarring, Loststar is really a big old softy with a heart of gold. He used to be called Goldfluff (Rreenpfefi), the kind deputy and mate of Lightseed. However, when he was trying to get a cooking fire started, he somehow managed to set his tail on fire. In his panic, he causes the fire to spread and ends up destroying the entire camp and killing most of his children (as well as the leader). As penance, he takes on the name Loststar as a self imposed dishonor title when he claims his nine lives. He doesn’t blame Lightseed for leaving, nor does he get upset upon seeing her come back with Kindlepaw.

[ohnominamino]

An Essay on Love in Evangelion: 3.0+1.0 Thrice Upon a Time

Evangelion: 3.0+1.0 Thrice Upon a Time is a movie about love in all its forms. From the love of family, friends, and neighbors, to the compassion we feel for people we have never met. The movie reminds us that love is something we continuously gain, lose, and choose, again and again. Which love is greatest? In my opinion, the answer to that question is left up to interpretation. In this essay, I will give my own personal interpretation on certain character interactions and what I believe we are meant to take away from their Rebuild portrayals. 

The character I will start with is one I’ve noticed the most outrage over from people who haven’t seen the movie and read out-of-context spoilers: Kaworu Nagisa. 

Kaworu is a beloved character among many Evangelion fans, especially those who are members of the LGBT+ community. He is a canonical love interest of Shinji Ikari and I want to reassure people that this final movie does not change that fact. However, it does not make the couple blatantly endgame either. This skirting around the couple might make some fans upset, and while their feelings are completely valid, I do not think they fully understand the difficulties faced by LGBT+ people in Japan, nor do they understand the way that romance is typically conveyed in Japanese storytelling. (I recommend watching “Is ‘Yuri On Ice’ Good Gay Representation?” by James Somerton for more about storytelling nuances.) 

What have we been shown about Shinji and Kaworu’s love? The good news is, anything you read into the original TV series and End of Evangelion is completely true for the Rebuilds— because Kaworu is the same Kaworu. This movie proves Evangelion is a single universe set on repeat, and that Kaworu and Shinji meet each other every loop, and in each, Kaworu is trying to make Shinji happy. Within the final movie, Shinji becomes aware of the loops and chooses to break the cycle and free Kaworu from his pain. 

What does the relationship between Shinji and Kaworu teach us? I believe the purpose of their love is to show the audience that first, in the words of Kaji, “love has no gender.” Second, I believe Kaworu’s love in particular is a warning about basing your own happiness solely upon another person. There are parallels drawn between Gendo/Yui and Kaworu/Shinji. Gendo could not exist without Yui, and so he was willing to destroy the world to be reunited with her. For Kaworu, it was not the destruction of humanity, but the destruction of himself that defined his tragedy. What’s important within the final movie, in my opinion, is that Shinji does not reject Kaworu’s love. With the insight he’s gained from remembering past loops, he sees Kaworu’s love and appreciates him, but he also sees his suffering and wants to ease it. He helps Kaworu into a new world where he can seek his own happiness and find balance in his life (something his father did not have). 

While Kaworu and Shinji are not seen as an explicit couple at the end of the movie, it’s significant to note that, when he sets Kaworu free, Shinji holds out his hand to Kaworu as a promise to stay together. Over the course of the movie, Shinji comes to accept his connection to others through accepting touch (in the form of hand holding and hugs from Rei, Misato, and Gendo); however, Kaworu is the only character in the movie who Shinji initiates physical contact with and that speaks to how much Kaworu means to him. This simple gesture, in my opinion, keeps the door open for Kaworu and Shinji to be a couple one day, after Kaworu has found more balance in his life. 

If I were to write an entire essay about Kaworu, it would be titled, “Out of the Coffin: How the Resurrection of Kaworu Nagisa Buries the Tragic Lovers Trope” because this movie truly does just that. 

Another potential love interest for Shinji for many years was Asuka; however, unlike with Kaworu, the nature of this relationship is not left up to interpretation by the end of the movie. Before her big final battle, Asuka tells Shinji, “I think I loved you back then” (regarding their time in middle school) and Shinji, during Instrumentality, tells Asuka, “Thank you for saying you loved me. I loved you too.” It is past tense. 

What does this relationship teach us? It’s a beautiful way of showing that we can love people, and grow and learn, and let go when we no longer fit each other. Letting go is an integral part of life. Whereas other Instrumentality scenes involve touch, Asuka’s, mirroring the ending of End of Evangelion, has a distinct lack of touch. Shinji sits with his arms around his knees and Asuka turns her body away from him. He gives her his thanks and he sends her off to find her peace. Asuka and Shinji teach us that it’s okay to grow out of relationships. You can appreciate what they were to you at the time they happened and move on. 

What about Rei? To be honest with you, this movie is less about Rei’s relationship with Shinji, and more about her relationship with the world. Rei teaches movie viewers about the simple pleasures of living. While Shinji is in mourning for the first quarter of the movie, Rei (as “Sokkuri”) is learning about crop growing and community, the wonder of babies and kittens, the joy of the bath after a long day of fruitful work, and the power of words and picture books. At the end of her life, she only regrets not having more time to spend with the people she loves. In Instrumentality, Shinji accepts her hand when it is offered to him, which I hope signifies he is ready to see life as she had come to during the final movie. 

Rei teaches us that we can love living and to not take our limited time for granted. 

Next, we move on to parent figures: Gendo and Misato. I think they both represent people ill suited to the role, who do the best they can despite it. Gendo, as mentioned for Kaworu above, is a warning about defining yourself by your relationship to another person (Ikari, afterall, is Yui’s name). He is also a lesson in how people mourn and how they can lash out. Misato, like Gendo, felt herself a poor parent, and while mourning the loss of Kaji, she gave up her child to be raised by other people, but, unlike Gendo, went forward to put all her energy into protecting humanity. Both of them reach out to hug Shinji within the movie and he accepts them where they are. 

While I wouldn’t say the movie shows that Shinji forgives Gendo, it does show his making an effort to understand and make peace with what others have done. For Misato, it is fair to say we can still hope for a better future, even when it feels like everything is crumbling around us. Her self-sacrificing love for her son and the whole of humanity is what enables Shinji to then save the people he loves (via the spear of Gaius). 

In the movie, we are also shown friendship. Touji, Hikari, and Kensuke are important members of their community who maintain open communication with those around them and respect others’ boundaries. They are patient and kind and represent the importance of being present. They teach us to meet people where they are and support them how we can, whether it’s giving them a warm meal or giving them space when they need it. 

There are many more characters that could be talked about, but today I am going to end on Mari. Mari’s love is physical. She enjoys being in people’s personal bubbles. She cuddles Asuka and helps trim her hair, she gets into Gendo’s space at college, and at the end of the movie, she reaches out her hand to Shinji to help him stand up from his seat. Upon first glance, some viewers might take Mari and Shinji’s final scene to be romantic, but the reality of it is this: We do not, and cannot, know what kind of love she is meant to represent in his life.

We do not know Mari’s relationship with Shinji because they hardly interact in the movie. She clearly cares about him, but in my opinion, it comes from a place of duty and compassion— Mari was friends with Gendo and Yui. She has been there since he was born. (If we take the manga to be canon, then Mari even had romantic feelings towards his mother. Her hairstyle and glasses are from Yui. At the end of the movie, Mari has changed her hairstyle, which to me implies she has moved on, and “getting” with Shinji would be a thematic break.)

Additionally, their conversation, while flirty, is very much one that implies they haven’t seen each other for a while. Mari is someone who is very physically affectionate. With everyone. If someone ignores that and focuses on the fact she gets into Shinji’s space and claims that’s romantic, they better acknowledge it’s possibly romantic with Asuka, who we see far more intimacy with. When Mari flirts, Shinji flirts back and her initial reaction is surprise, “Wow, you’ve learned to talk back!” Her purpose is clear. She is there to remove the DSS choker from his neck. 

Personally, I love that Mari is the one to close the movie, for the exact reason that we do not know her relationship with Shinji. For Mari to have an assigned role would be to say, “This kind of love is most important,” when the entire movie was spent showing us each love is of equal importance in the balance and building of our lives. (It’s wonderful to see those types of love embodied across the platform from Shinji at the end of the movie: Rei and Kaworu, who, just like in End of Evangelion, could signify the ability to connect with others and be loved.)

If you view Mari as a romantic love interest, then I think it speaks to the value that you as an individual give to romance rather than what the characters themselves are feeling. To me, Mari, the character who was created to “destroy Eva,” is a symbol of all love. When Shinji takes her offered hand and then pulls her to run into the new world, it’s a symbol of balance. The give and take of any kind of relationship. 

We are the product of every relationship we have ever had, from our parents to the people we once loved, from our friendships to any other person we want to stay connected to. Evangelion: 3.0+1.0 Thrice Upon a Time is a story about these relationships. It is a story about love. 

[sanders-sides-feverdream]

Headcannons for musical artists that the sides listen to and reasonings cause yes

Roman:

-MARINA, it just makes sense, yk?

-soccer mommy, idk if you've heard royal screw up by them but god it fits

-Livingston, theres a song about growing up on Pixar and not knowing how to be an adult man idk

-AJR, 7 words, Humpty Dumpty and Aventure is Out There

-Anything from the movie Tick, Tick...Boom!, i dont need an explanation for this

-Ethan Jewell, uhhhhh ✨mental illness✨

Virgil:

-Rainbow Kitten Surprise, im sorry, every single song ive heard fron them reminds me of virgil

-MOTHICA, mental illness + rock/punk esque, her music is fuckin perfect

-Say Anything, idk ab you, but its emo and that shit makes so much sense for him

-Bayside, good emo and also a lot of their songs fit him lol

-The Spill Canvas, many good songs and also a lot that realte to him imo

-Forgive Durden aka Razia's Shadow: the Musical, The Exit is literally just him

Logan:

-The Crane Wives, look me in the eyes and tell me that Never Love an Anchor doesnt describe him

-Gregory and the Hawk, man have you heard Isabelle and In Fact? there's no what it isnt Logan

-Coldplay, vibes

-Sleeping At Last, with so mant songs about space, i couldn't not put them on here

-Mother Mother, here me out, there are so many songs that fit Logan (Infinitesimal, Wisdom, Slip Away, etc.)

-Penelope Scott, ahem Rät

Janus:

-flora cash, tje vibe and also the anxciet angst that is possible with this artist

-The Crane Wives, again, vibes, but also some of the songs make perfect sense for him(metaphor specifically)

-Billie Eillish, there are suprisingly a lot of songs that i think fit him

-Scott Bradley's Postmodern Jukebox, so many recent songs framed as oldies, they can not be here

-Lana Del Ray, all of her music, idk, its the vibes

-Charloette Lawrence, for either God Must Be doing Cocaine or Joke's On You

Remus:

-IC3PEAK, he gives someone who would learn russain idk

-Mindless Self Indulgence, the unsensored shit on their song titles man

-Dazey and the Scouts, just, the song Wet

-Baby Bugs, intrusive thoughts my guy, also again, vibes

-Ashnikko, if not for Slumber Party then for so many of the other songs

-Ludo, if not specifically for Love Me Dead

Patton:

-Alec Benjamin, his music just feels right

-Mal Blum, if not for Fine!

-The Happy Fits, a few of their songs fit him quite well

-Of Monsters and Men, soft vibes and also a lil said i just like it

-Mitski, the ✨angst✨

-dodie, vibes but also more angst

[mystic-kitten-writer]

Yandere! Zuko hcs?

TW: yandere (so toxic ass behaviors).

"I'll be back, and when I do, I promise I'll buy a treat for you as well," You'd cheer, cheeks rising and your eyes turning into beautiful half-moons. With a soft smile, Zuko would nod, letting his hand caress your cheek, "Can't wait."

It isn't until your figure dashes down the hall, does Zuko's fake smile drop. His stare stone-cold, and without looking over his shoulder he'd speak, "I want an eye on her every move. Anyone who dares talk or even comes into breathing distance of her, report."

A mere nod, the guards knowing better than to question because this was Zuko, a sly smirk on his face.

A possessive, man, but he isn't controlling by any means, he's worse than that.

You see, he loves how naive, innocent, you are. A heart of pure gold, so sweet. It was like you were made for him because he feeds off it.

Painting a perfect illusion of freedom, because he would never do such a thing as control you. Why would he when he can merely manipulate the people around, or better, the world?

Every person who has spoken ill of you, past 'partners,' (now that brought the most joy) in a snap of his fingers they went poof - but of course, when you heard of the terrible news he'd play a facade of ignorance. The first person who'd hug you and say it was alright because that's what he has shaped you to be.

Stripping independence, making you rely on him for every single thing, on the excuse of 'protocols/rules.' But he had to give some wiggle room.

You see, he treats you like a bird, trapped in a beautiful cage of his doing. Distracted by his honeyed words and gifts, the tea parties and balls - you'd know no better. And just when you started to venture, tug at the lock, he'd have two options.

Distract you once again, or manipulate you so you'd be the one to apologize for not 'listening to him.'

Tears in your eyes, as you begged him for forgiveness, after everything he has done for you, the least you could do is listen to him, right?

Zuko, craved attention, needed constant reassurance. And that came in the form of having you on his lap while he worked, or giving you fake paperwork to work on so he can have a watchful eye on you. Once again, it came back down to giving you a false sense of purpose when your real use was to be his beautiful lil' princess for his pleasure.

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If you really pissed him off, though, he had no problem grabbing your arm. Throwing you over his knee, a spanking should do the trick, "Act like a brat, get treated like one." And naturally, you're the one to apologize because he's never in the wrong.

"This hurts me more than you. If only you listened."

Zuko also can't help but be rough during sex. It's his nature, he always says, but it's more than that. It's not the pain he inflicts that gets him off. It's the mere thought that he's the one causing you such distress, yet you cling to him desperately.

And you can't forget the constant bite marks, even slight burns on your skin. Always well placed, so they are barely hidden along your neck and collarbones. But with one quick glance, a slight breeze or lower neckline, it was clear as day. You were his, and he was going to make that point very clear. As if punishing any guard or maid for merely laying an eye on you wasn't enough.

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