#not getting into warrior cats has a price

[king--atlas]

I think they should meet and fall in love.

I need more fanart of these two, together and separately. That is not a request.

(There are very few ships I actually am able to get into, and this sure is one of them)

[luvvictoria]

I've been thinking abt a poly!tf141 with a fem!reader who like is from the country side AND I'M CRACKING, OH LAWD!!!

Task Force 141 had seen you kill a man from 700 meters away. They had seen you tear through enemy lines with the precision of a seasoned warrior, your movements deadly and efficient. But what they hadn't seen—what they couldn’t wrap their heads around—was the life you returned to after every mission.

Because while Ghost, Soap, Price, and Gaz spent their leave in safe houses, military bases, or the occasional urban apartment, you?

You went home.

To the countryside.

To your massive, luxurious farmhouse nestled in the hills of a quiet village, where the air smelled of fresh hay, wildflowers, and the occasional whiff of cow.

And when TF141 finally visited, they were not prepared.

The First Time They Saw the Farm : "What the fuck—" Ghost had been the first to say it when you pulled up to your estate in an old pickup truck, the gravel crunching beneath the tires as you parked in front of a sprawling wooden house with a red-tiled roof.

There were animals everywhere.

A massive black and white cow lazily chewed its cud near the wooden fence. Chickens and roosters strutted about like they owned the place. A gray donkey stared at them with judgmental eyes. Two ducks waddled past as if they were on a mission. Dogs barked excitedly at the sight of you, tails wagging. A cat lounged on the porch, stretching in the warm sun.

And then—a fucking horse trotted up to you, nuzzling into your palm like a puppy.

"Price," Gaz whispered. "She has a fucking farm."

"A fancy one at that," Soap muttered, still stunned.

"You lot gonna stand there all day?" You grinned, tossing your duffel bag over your shoulder. "Come on in. Dinner’s almost ready."

They were bewildered. They had spent years with you, fighting side by side, seeing you covered in blood, sweat, and gunpowder—and now you were leading them up the front porch of your cozy countryside mansion like a perfect little housewife.

And the worst part? They liked it.

You, The Deadly Soldier and The Perfect Housewife

Soap had expected you to relax on your leave. Maybe sleep in, drink some tea, read a book.

But no.

You were up at the crack of dawn, slipping out of bed before any of them could pull you back in, dressed in overalls and a white tank top, heading out to feed the animals like it was just another mission.

"Morning, sweetheart," Price murmured, leaning against the doorway as he watched you toss hay to the horses.

"Morning, Captain," you teased, kissing his scruffy cheek before moving on to collect eggs from the hens.

Ghost watched in silence, arms crossed, as you scolded a particularly feisty rooster. "You peck me one more time, and I swear to God, I’m making soup outta you."

Gaz almost choked on his coffee when you turned around and gave them the sweetest, most innocent smile.

"You boys want breakfast?"

Fifteen minutes later, they were sitting at a massive wooden table in your warm, sunlit kitchen, eating fresh farm eggs, homemade bread, and smoked bacon.

And Soap was ready to propose.

Domesticity With a Side of Chaos

Price: Loves sitting on the porch with a cigar, watching you work. He helps with repairs, fixes fences, and absolutely adores the peacefulness of your home.

Ghost: The animals are terrified of him at first (except the donkey—the donkey hates him). But the barn cats adopt him, curling up in his lap whenever he sits down.

Soap: Thinks farm life is the best thing ever. He learns how to milk a cow, names every single chicken, and gets way too attached to a piglet.

Gaz: "Babe, I love you, but this rooster is evil." (He got chased one too many times.)

And at night?

After a long day of farm work, you slip into something soft and lacy, curl up in their arms, and remind them that you’re not just a soldier, not just a farmer—you’re theirs.

They Never Want to Leave

By the end of their stay, not a single one of them wants to go back.

"You sure we have to leave?" Soap pouts, feeding the ducks.

"Darlin’," Price murmurs against your neck one night, arms wrapped around you in bed, "Ever thought about retirin’ here? With us?"

Ghost doesn’t say it out loud, but when he watches you laugh, your hands covered in flour as you bake bread, he knows he never wants to be anywhere else.

And Gaz?

He just sighs, watching the sunset over the hills. "I never thought I’d say this, but…I think I’m in love with farm life."

They were all in love. With you. With this. With the life they could have, if only they stayed.

Maybe one day.

For now, they’d enjoy every stolen moment in their countsyde paradise. But what if we make thing spicy ? A little bit, at least.

Ghost Was The First To Break

Ghost had held strong. Longer than the others.

While Soap got weak-kneed watching you bend over to pick up hay, and while Gaz couldn’t stop staring at your thighs in those tiny denim shorts, Ghost had kept his cool.

Until that damn sundress.

White. Light. Flowy. Just enough fabric to tempt, but never satisfy—clinging to your curves, slipping off your shoulders as you carried a bucket of water to the horses.

He had been cleaning his rifle on the porch, but his grip tightened the moment he saw the fabric sway with your every step.

And then?

You had the audacity to look over your shoulder and wink at him.

He dropped the rifle.

Soap Lost It In The Barn

Soap had always been shameless about his attraction to you.

But you?

You were even worse.

It was an accident—(was it?)—when you walked into the barn one night, looking for something. The others were inside, drinking whiskey in the house, but Soap had been alone, brushing down one of your horses.

And then he saw you.

Wet.

Covered in rain.

Your thin white blouse clung to you, completely see-through, nipples pebbled against the fabric.

"Lass," he had rasped, watching as you closed the barn door behind you, stepping forward, voice all honeyed and sweet.

"Johnny," you had purred, voice dripping with something that wasn’t innocence, "I’m cold."

He snapped.

The horse had seen things that night.

Price Was The Most Dangerous

Price was a man of control.

A man of restraint.

A man who knew how to bide his time.

But you?

You tested him.

You liked to push. You liked to see how far you could go before he gave in.

And God help you—you found his limit.

It was late. The others were asleep. You were making tea in the kitchen, standing on your tiptoes to reach a mug from the top shelf.

Price had walked in just as your nightgown slipped up your thighs.

It wasn’t fair.

The soft, white cotton. The little lace trim. The way your bare legs looked so smooth, so inviting—and the sleepy way you turned, so unaware of what you were doing to him.

You looked up at him, mug in hand, and smiled. "You want some tea, Cap?"

And then—his hands were on your hips.

Voice rough.

"You know damn well what I want, sweetheart."

Gaz Had It The Worst

Gaz?

Gaz was a goner the first time he saw you in nothing but boots and his shirt.

You had come in from the field soaked in sweat, hair messy, thighs speckled with dirt. You had tossed your muddy clothes into the laundry room, grabbed his green tactical shirt, and walked around the house like it wasn’t driving him insane.

"Babe," he groaned, rubbing a hand down his face, watching you stretch, the hem of his shirt riding up to dangerous levels.

You blinked. All innocent. "What’s wrong?"

Gaz was a patient man. A respectful man. A man who was about to lose his goddamn mind.

"Come here."

You smirked, walking over slowly, pressing your hands to his chest.

"You’re so easy to rile up," you giggled.

His hand wrapped around your throat.

"And you’re about to learn what happens when you push too far."

[arrowfleur]

✩‧₊˚ Redacted HC’s ✩‧

Part 4: Milo and Sweetheart

Milo is an incredible driver, best out of the entire pack

Sweetheart has the best posture ever

They watch ALOT of tv shows and movies together

Milo has attempted multiple times to meal prep but it only ever lasts a few weeks because he gets fed up of eating the same thing

Sweetheart is deceivingly fast when running

They’re also very light on their feet

When they were first dating, if they’re were bickering Sweetheart would just phase through walls whilst Milo tried to keep up.

They liked to think it kept them mysterious

Milo found it frustratingly attractive

Marie makes light jokes about Sweetheart being a better healer than Milo even though he grew up learning it

Milo doesn’t care about the teasing because he loves it when people compliment his mate

They’re the most easy going couple, not bothered by changes to plans or about where they’re going to eat but they will not be pushovers either

Milos biggest triumph was learning how to over come sweethearts over-independent tendency’s

He’s pretty smug about being an expert on them

Sweetheart took every single class when training to be an officer, even the ones they really don’t need

This means they know how to throw knives rather precisely

They are very excited for the moment when they’ll get to show off this trick

They also learnt how to speak Russian

They have also not used this talent yet

Sweetheart really was not that bothered about pets before they met aggro

They’d do anything for that cat now

Except wake up at 6 am to feed him, which Milo does

Everyday

Sweetheart struggles to get enough sleep

And at first they really hated that it’s easier with Milo next to them

One of the main things they paid attention to when looking for a house was the wardrobe (closet) space

Milo has an INSANE shoe collection

When Milo was younger he wanted to be a ninja

Sweetheart wanted to be a spy

Sweetheart started watching films to test how calm they could stay in scary situations

They kept watching them because they enjoy an adrenaline rush

Their favourites are the conjuring movies

Sweetheart is a big fan of Gillian Anderson

And the x-files

Milo prefers gold jewellery to silver but he pulls off both

He somehow always picks the most expensive thing, without even knowing the prices.

Sweethearts style is very classy

They once went to get piercings together, Milo got his ear done, and since sweetheart can’t have them visible for work they had to get them in a more discreet area

They still have them

Milo enjoys cream soda and will defend this to anyone who questions it

Sweetheart is a redbull warrior

They have pretended to not know each other during date nights

Sweetheart has had the parent trap handshake memorised since they were little

Milo cannot seem to relax in a bath, he has tried everything, salts, bathbombs, bubbles rainsounds candle light. But he’s just very aware he’s laid in a tub of water

Milo can come up with the fastest comebacks

And sweetheart enjoyed the challenge when it came to flirting

They’d never had anyone keep up with them like that

Milo went through a grill phase when he was younger

He doesn’t like to talk about it

Sweetheart gets along really well with David and they often find themselves sitting off to the side together during group get-togethers

Milo didn’t ever think he’d find someone to settle down with when he was younger and he’s so fucking thank full that they decided to break into his apartment when they did

He still teases them about to this day

That is all, Thanks for reading!

[blushingtendertiel]

Watercolor commissions

Hi! I am a disabled queer artist on wellfare, commissions are very helpful since I don't have any other ways of income!

I currently only offer watercolor style traditional art. More examples of my art can be found on #my art tag and my art blog @art-banhana

Headshot: 25USD

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[championofsanghelios]

Caps

Wind: -looking through a book about the heroes of hyrule throughout history.- "Huh...I just noticed something. We're all wearing caps in these pictures and drawings." Hyrule: -snorts- "I lost mine in a volcano." Legend: -huffs- "Ravio borrwed my red one...then sold it at an elevated price." Twilight: "I think I chewed mine up at one point..." Time: -raises eyebrow at him- "I hope you did that as a wolf, and not as yourself." Twilight: -sighs- "Duh!" -secretly lying, he was actually drunk and very hungry- Warriors: -flamboyantly throws scarf over shoulder.- "Get with the fashion, dweebs. Scarfs are all the rage." Four: "Nuh-uh! Hoods are where it's at!" Wild: "Yeah, Hylia's Chosen has a scarf, you're just a copy cat!" Sky: -sad sigh- "My cap got blown off during a loftwing lesson...never found it." Wind: -gasps- "Yeah, I lost mine whilst sailing through a storm one rainy night...linebeck wouldn't let me go looking for it." Time: -hums thoughtfully- "Malon took one look at my old cap and gear confined it all to storage. I've never been able to figure out where she put them." Legend: -rolls eyes- "So I'm the only one who wears a cap here? Seriously?" Twilight: -smirking- "Aw, you feeling special now, Cappy?" Legend: -glowers at him- "Say that again, wolf boy, I dare you!"

[somnolenthour]

Headcanons of books I feel like the P&P boys would read as kids (Gen Z edition):

Patrick Bateman: Goosebumps and Scary stories to tell in the dark, says he reads Harry Potter (ew) because his dad watches the movies with him when he has free time. Patrick hates them, but his dad says it's popular.

Luis Carruthers: A warrior cat truther, roleplayed with the other kids during recess. He also did not play about Guardians of Ga'Hoole. Yes, he had ocs and drew them in his notebook during class.

David Van Patten: Diary of a wimpy kid, and he related to Greg hardcore. He was that kid getting everyone into Poptropica instead of CoolMathGames.

Craig McDermott: Got into Captain Underpants because of David but he was also swapping Goosebumps with Patrick. He never truly locked in on a book to me. He's just there for the vibe.

Paul Allen: The 39 clues and Animorphs, it's hard to tell if he understood the complexity of these books but he was genuinely gasping at the plot twist in class.

Timothy Price: Percy Jackson and he wished his friends would read it so he could talk about it more. He was genuinely stressing over characters in the book like the world was going to end. Info dumps to Patrick about it and Patrick says they should watch the movie. Timothy almost punched him.

[crazylittlejester]

Fic Master List

redoing this lmao. almost all of these are Warriors centric fics, and if he ain’t the MAIN focus, he’s at least like second. Click titles for the links

Last updated: August 20th

Series:

1. You’re A Part Of Me- [Description] A bunch of fics that focus on Time/Mask and Wars both during the War of Eras and after it. The first fifteen fics or so in this series are pretty unconnected and can be read in any order. They reference each other in small ways but not in any way that would be significant. After part 15, the fics get a little more connected but for the most part can still be read in any order!

Works in this series: Misunderstandings, Melody, Regrets and Regrowth, Overwhelmed, Poisoned (?), Sick Day, Safe, Roots, The Scarf, Recovery, The Medic, Sugar, An Adventure Interrupted, A Moment of Peace, Spilled Secrets, The Following Dusk, Warriors vs. The Sinking Feeling That Time Is Up To No Good, Lost Bets and Cat Sweaters, Melancholy, Drowned & Frozen, Fever, Memento Mori, Asking For Help, Respect, Fragments

2. Fierce Hero 9- [Description] The Big Hero 6 AU no one asked for

Main Story: Fierce Hero 9

Bonus Chapters: Pancakes and Mourning, Beginnings, The Other Universe, Secrets and Sick Days, The Adventures of Mask and Wolfie

3. Linked Through the Centuries- [Description] A bunch of different Links find themselves in a strange land, armed with only one of the things they remember having last in their possession. They need to team up together and figure out why they were sent there, what the threat is, and locate the Hero of Time before it’s too late (this is my own Links Meet AU!)

4. The Midnight Hours- [Description] What takes place between Sunset 14 and Dawn 1 (written before the Dawn arc was finished)

Works in this series: The Midnight Hours, The Following Dusk

5. Big Brother Wars- [Description] Literally just a collection of fics I’ve written of Warriors being a good big brother to various members of the chain :)

Works in this series: Dog Days, Bad Dreams Better Future, Sky’s Terrible Day, Misconceptions, Closer, Really It’s Just A Scratch

Multi Chapter Fics:

Of Officers and Stuffed Elephants- Summary: Being an officer at Castle Town Police Department meant that each day was full of surprises, but one specific call comes in one day that completely changes Wars’s life

The Longest Battle- (written with @hero-of-the-wolf) Summary: After a difficult journey during the day full of obstacles and hard battles, Time finds himself trapped repeating the same battle over and over again. He has no choice, if he wants to save his brothers. However every time he uses his ocarina to reverse fate, he finds the price of saving his lost companion is the life of another.

A Mortifying Change of Plans (or Twilight’s Worst Nightmare: A Party)- Summary: Twilight was perfectly comfortable with his idea of how the evening would go: he could just stand there in a corner, watching the princess and his brothers from afar. He wasn’t a huge fan of social events, but this was easy enough. He could do it. Just as long as no body changed his plan. He would be fine. He could do this…

Random Fics that don’t really connect to anything else:

Trapped- Summary: Legend and Warriors get stuck in a tight room in a dungeon and have to work together to get out of it

(You Aren’t) Selfish- Summary: Time’s fine. Really, he is. Because he has no other choice. With everything all the younger heroes around him are going through, one of them has to be okay enough to support the others, and it’s going to be him.

The Captain, The Sailor, and Some Oranges- Summary: Warriors takes Wind out scouting him because the little sailor found himself unable to sit still and he needed an outlet for his energy. It’s a good thing Wars wasn’t alone, his blood sugar dips too low and he didn’t bring himself any snacks

Slept In- Summary: Warriors was so tired, surely sleeping in and enjoying just laying in his bed would have absolutely no consequences? SURELY he could sleep in and nothing would happen because of it, just this once? Right? (or: Mask abuses being unsupervised)

Faded Sun- Summary: Nightmares weren’t an uncommon occurrence in the life of a hero. However, Time didn’t anticipate how rattled he would be after being forced to face the reality of how badly war had impacted someone he cares so much about. (or: Time, with his adult eyes and current understanding of life, sees Warriors from the end of the War of Eras and is able to for the first time really see just how different he was and just how far he’s come in the past few years)

(The) Trouble with Words- Summary: Mask once again finds himself in a position where his actions might have severe consequences for Captain Link, and he feels incredibly guilty for the trouble he causes his brother. However… in his defense… the guy deserved it.

Apples or Oranges- Summary: Staying in Hateno was meant to be a break for them: a chance to shop and explore the village, a chance to catch up on much needed sleep, a chance to spend time with a brother. But of course Warriors simply cannot catch a break, and this time it’s all Time’s fault, the little shit. Well… and the fault of a seemingly innocent apple tree.

Close Call- Summary: The life of a hero is a dangerous one, and when facing danger every day, it’s easy to forget how fast things can go wrong. After almost losing Warriors, Time has to really take a minute to assure himself the captain is okay

Fireworks- Summary: Warriors doesn’t like fireworks very much at all

A Quiet Night- Summary: Warriors tries his best not to let the chain see how badly the war and everything that happened still effects them, and his plan of sneaking off to cry in the woods had been working pretty well for a decently long time. But Legend hears him while up on watch, and he’s not just going to leave Warriors to cry alone

A Helping Paw- Summary: Warriors has been acting weird ever since Twilight was injured, and Twilight is going to do anything he can to try to get his brother to loosen up, even if he accidentally hurts himself in the process

Pirates and Ice Cream- Summary: Twilight is having a miserable awful time in his senior year of high school, he just has to make it through the end so he can join his brother at college. Although it appears Warriors isn’t having the best time either

Scary Dog Privilege- Summary: After a long day, Twilight and Warriors sneak out to the tavern, and when two strangers don't seem to get the hint and leave Warriors alone, making the captain visibly uncomfortable, Twilight steps in to put them in their place

Flour and Flowers- Summary: It wasn’t often the group got a break from everything. At the ranch, Time takes an opportunity to show his wife and the boys how much he loves them all by doing something nice for them and cooking them breakfast by himself. Or at least he PLANNED to do it by himself

Boy’s Night- Summary: After a really long day, Sky kicks out Twilight, Warriors, and Time because they won’t stop hovering, and forces them to take a break. They find themselves in a bar, and Warriors simply CANNOT believe how oblivious Time is to what goes on around him. or Time cannot for the life of him read when people are hitting on him because it simply never occurred to him that was a thing that could happen, and Warriors has made it his personal duty to watch his brother’s back

2 a.m. Shenanigans- Summary: Twilight had been resting all day and he was starting to get bored. Problem is, Wild is dead asleep on top of him and he can’t move. Warriors and Sky rescue him from where he’s stuck, and the three of them take time to relax and unwind by running around outside in the dead of night

Star Light, Star Bright, First Star I See Tonight- Summary: He hadn’t realized the other heroes were slowly becoming family… He hadn’t realized when he’d started to view them as brothers. or: Warriors got bored on watch and the Thought Spiral caught up to him, and he started thinking about his family, and he comes to the realization the heroes around him have started to make him feel safe again

if a single one of these links doesn’t work or if there’s one single mistake in here somewhere i WILL explode-

[nikki-tine]

Pretty hastily slapped together, but here's a comm sheet for those who were wondering about the prices in my pinned post! I'm a little nervous about taking comms from social media again, but I'm open to it as my family needs the money so often now...

More recently, I've taken to working on iPad - this will be a more common thing as the summer months roll around and it becomes too stuffy to stick to my PC for working on art.

Here's what I CAN do, for the moment:

Cute, simple designs - Pokemon and simple (rookie-level or earlier) Digimon are a strong suit of mine, but if you have a wonderfully simple OC I can work with too then it'll do!

Cats. I loooove drawin' cats! If you have a Warriors OC, chances are I can draw em.

Fluffy stuff overall! (As long as it's simple enough, obviously - Fluff is another comfort thing I looove to work with. This means literal fluffy stuff like fuzzy animals/critters, and figurative fluff like cuddles and tickles!)

Sans!! (No seriously, I funkin love drawin' sans. If you got a Sans I can draw, I will happily draw him!)

Here's what I CAN'T do, for the moment, on the other hand:

NSFW art (This is because a) there's minors who follow this blog - I have to keep that stuff away (and keep them safe)! and b) I'm not ready to take NSFW commissions, and probably won't be a for a while.)

Heavy gore and themes (It's a lot to work with, and it's not something I personally dabble in if at all, so the result would NOT be to your liking if I tried more than likely lol)

Intricate Detail (I have my reasons for this! My wrist has been acting up more often in the last few years and so intricate detail is... overwhelming for me, right now, outside of personal work. It's just not a strong suit of mine, as much as I'd love it to be - it's not quite a part of the art style as it is right now.)

Added notes:

- I have the right to decline a commission if it either makes me uncomfortable to work with it or otherwise is overwhelming. That is to say, if one artist can't achieve what you're looking for then usually that's an indicator to hold onto your money for a bit until you find the right person!

I send the paypal link at the halfway point (the sketch, just before lineart) normally - but if you want to pay upfront, then please let me know. (I don't wait until the piece is completely done as a safety measure to ensure the person commissioning me doesn't nab the piece and run lol)

I CANNOT REFUND ONCE THE COMMISSION IS PAID FOR. The money goes STRAIGHT into family-related necessities like bills and groceries, and I absolutely CANNOT afford to return money when we are consistently struggling to even get food for the house, nevermind commissions. (It's also just kinda mean?? :c)

I am on commission burnout - what this means is that my work may take longer than usual to get done, but I hold to my word that I get it done no matter how long it takes. If you need the piece done as priority, then make sure you specify when giving the details for your commission! (I do best, however without a time limit or deadline to work with.)

As of right now, I'm practically (metaphorically) crying for simple designs due to this burnout! I need something I can just fly through to get done so I don't stress myself out further on a queue that's been waiting to be done for a hot second.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

I loooove your Minotaur!Konig, mythological AUs are my favorite ❤️

Asterion is such a sweetheart with his love, but I can only imagine how he gets when he's jealous/protective. I see Asterion settling into domestic life as a husband and a sailor relatively easily because it's all he's ever wanted (more than what he wanted/thought possible if he's being honest), but all it takes is one man making aggressive advances on his wife and he's the dreaded Minotaur of Crete who cut through hundreds of soldiers to get through the palace and slaughter the king himself. All those feral, animalistic traits come rushing back tenfold when it comes to her, the center of his universe and the only goddess he'll ever worship. So it doesn't matter if it's a simple fisherman, a famed warrior, a prince from foreign lands, or the son of Zeus himself. Asterion had slit the throat of a demigod before; Theseus, a rival who he disposed of bitterly before he had even met his wife, the unfamiliar poisonous feel of envy trickling through the Minotaur's veins as Theseus mentioned a woman he'd come to the labyrinth with, a woman who would change his fate and make him different from the other heroes who had tried and failed to kill the Minotaur and escape that infamous maze. Yet the divine hero fell as easily as the others, and she ended up changing Asterion's fate instead, guiding him through the hell that had imprisoned him since he was a child, holding out her hand to him and bringing him out of the darkness of the Labrinyth and into the light. Asterion would kill a thousand heroes and kings for his love, become Death itself and burn down the world and the heavens alike just to keep her safe, keep her with him.

Anon you depicted him & his devotion so beautifully…

He has a lot to learn when it comes to society and living among people: the first time they were at the marketplace and she started to barter with some shopkeeper, he thought the bargaining male was insulting his woman. So he marched forward, grabbed him by his clothes and raised him to the chalked wall until she ran to him and explained the situation – amused while the poor shopkeeper almost pissed himself. She got a very good price after that!

And he will absolutely turn into a demigod, this chthonic warrior whenever he feels his beloved is under a threat or if someone tries to take her away from him. It’s not even about him being jealous (although he is that too): he just sees himself as the most able protector she could choose, and anyone who dares to challenge that will get stomped to the ground.

Clearly, she favors him between the furs as well, so it’s no use to try and snatch her away with perfumed beards, shallow promises or playful charms… She always runs her fingers through his hair, chest, head or thigh, looks at him with stars in her eyes. She obviously doesn’t need some shaved “hero” with an eloquent tongue when she has a bull like him.

Bulls don’t have time for philosophy and neither does she: his goddess prefers a strong man who can carry heavy loads and make her moan in bed. And whenever he does talk, he says what he thinks. It always makes her either gasp or smile so at least he doesn’t bore her to death like those oiled, fancy men… She likes his comments in bed, too, he can tell. To him, it’s nothing earth shatteringly special to wake her up in the middle of the night and announce that he’s hard. The thing between his legs was made for her pleasure after all, so why should he keep it to himself?

She always acts as if he has both done something wrong and extremely right because it always ends in her saying that perhaps he should fuck her then. Soon enough she's begging under him, clawing his back like a cat, sighing that she loves him.

He always tells her that he loves her back, as many times as he has to to make her shatter in his arms.

[eleganthologramcolor]

Spreading my illness of being addicted to magical AUs and also absolute adoration for the relationships written out about characters who aren't pure human 😙

I love every ounce of fantasy creature 141 I can get but I would LOVE to see more of the same but flipped.

Reader who is a vicious fairy tale critter who's trust has to be earned before she allows anyone to come close. Soap finds himself leaving out meat as if he were trying to feed a stray cat, trying to get this thing to warm up to him.

Reader who is a goddess or even a demigod, who maybe only pays attention to worshippers, or maybe they're shy of such a thing, especially when a warrior as famed as Ghost is the one kneeling at their shrine.

A Reader who is only half of a mythical being, being able to shift back and forth between their human form and mythical form fully, unaware of the bewildered stare from Gaz when he catches her crawling out of the water unharmed after disappearing the night before when she was caught in a wave.

A Reader who is part of a feared beast, terrorizing locals and travelers who enter their domain, suddenly challenged by a craftsmen from the village. Price staying up at night researching the beast and finally tracking it down, only to discover its hybrid nature makes them as small as any human, and opts to tame them rather than returning with their head.

Reader who is feared, worshipped, or revered, a reader who is observed with awe and curiosity. A dual power dynamic of a man who is much larger than you, yet you who can be much more dangerous if you feel threatened. Allowing any of 141 to have control only because you don't show your fangs, put away your claws, or lash at him with your tail. An unexpected softness between a warrior and a bloody forest fiend, or the gentle patience of a bard playing an apologetic and sweet melody trying to coax down the skittish and pretty thing that scrambled up the tree when he disturbed their nest.

[the-lonelybarricade]

The Asking Price - Azris Oneshot

“What’s the asking price,” I repeated. “The same thing I told Azriel when I found him snooping through my father’s woods yesterday.” - Acowar, Chapter 26 (Thank you @ofduskanddreams for pointing me to it!)

Summary: Azriel gets caught snooping through the Autumn Court woods

CW: Extremely Dubious Consent, Knifeplay, Restraints, Degredation, Wing play, rough oral sex

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In the last five centuries, Azriel had been to the Autumn Woods many times.

He knew the bends of the branches and each of the twisted roots well enough to glean familiarity out of the large tree beside him, seemingly identical to the ones that spread every direction for miles. Azriel had visited the Autumn Court for a variety of occasions, typically to keep an eye on the Vanserras and their ever shifting favors.

Yet it was never the memories of those trips that returned to him whenever he stepped foot on Autumn soil. Somehow, he always returned the same fledgling he was all those centuries ago, searching for the female he loved who had been left bleeding in the dirt. The taste of the crisp wind would always be laced with her pain, the changing leaves always colored with his rage. But it was the fear, most of all, that left him feeling unsteady. Even knowing what he knew now, that Mor was safe and had grown into a fearless warrior that was undefined by her past, Azriel could never seem to shake the panic thundering through his chest whenever he returned to Autumn.

“Shadowsinger.”

And there he was, lounging across a broad branch overhead, one arm tucked carelessly beneath his copped hair while the other drifted aimlessly towards the earth, stroking the breeze like it were his personal pet.

Azriel clenched his jaw. He didn’t know how Eris had discovered he was here—Rhysand wouldn’t have alerted him, not without telling Azriel first.

“Did you know,” Eris drawled, amber eyes tracking a leaf as it fluttered down from the canopy above, tumbling into his waiting palm, “that my hounds can sniff out any prey as far as the borders of these woods? After our last meeting—” the one where Cassian had put a sword through his gut— “I had them trained to detect Illyrian dogs. I had a feeling you’d be coming.”

Remember why you’re here, he told himself, fighting the snarl that threatened to curl over his lips.

“You want to know if I’ve told my father that your High Lady has taken a kernel of his magic.” Eris turned his head, studying Azriel in a way that drew out the rest of the snarl, regardless of Azriel’s best restraint. He hated how Eris could look at someone as if he were stripping them bare. When the Autumn Lord’s eyes dropped to Truth-Teller strapped at Azriel’s hip, he grinned. “And I suppose you brought that, in case I hadn’t. Intended to torture the memory out me?”

“You love to hear yourself speak,” Azriel said, reaching for the hilt of Truth-Teller instinctively.

A coil of flame curled around his wrist to stop him. Azriel’s siphon blared, prepared to cut through that flame, to meet the Autumn’s heir’s magic with equal might and power. Eris was not stronger than him, even here—

The shadows stirred, coiling around Azriel’s shoulder with urgency, but they were not fast enough. Azriel roared at the sharp pain that spiked through his thigh. The magic in his siphons fizzled to dust—poison. Faebane, perhaps, like Hybern favored in their weapons. Or something worse, a deadly concoction of Autumn’s own making. Azriel turned to track the archer that must have winnowed in, to have evaded his shadow’s notice, but flame pressed into his jaw. Not hot enough to burn, but enough to turn Azriel’s face back to Eris.

“None of that,” he crooned. “You and I have much to discuss.”

Fire spread over Azriel’s body, restraining his arms and legs so he could do nothing but watch as the Autumn lord sat up from the branch, jumping gracefully to his feet. A jungle cat advancing on its prey.

Then that flame against his jaw was replaced with Eris’s hand, the cool cut of his rings pressing uncomfortably into Azriel’s skin. He bared his teeth beneath the Lord’s unimpressed assessment.

“In private,” Eris added.

Azriel felt the fingers around his face tighten as they were enveloped in smoke. The air shifted first, replacing the chill damp of the forest with a pleasant, dry heat. Then he was deposited to his knees, none-too-gently, atop the wooden floorboards of what looked to be a sitting room.

“Welcome to my home, Shadowsinger,” Eris said. He offered a cruel smile. “Make yourself comfortable.”

Immediately, Azriel’s shadows swarmed and fled, taking this rare opportunity to explore the personal home of Eris Vanserra. The Autumn heir snorted, shaking his head so that a small strand of red hair flopped over his forehead. Azriel knew the shadows would find nothing of value—Eris had intended to take Azriel here, and there’s nothing he would have left for the Shadowsinger to discover that he didn’t want known.

“What do you want, Eris?”

Azriel kept his voice flat, refusing to betray a single emotion that might satisfy Eris. He hadn’t brought Azriel to the High Lord, which meant there was some angle he was working. Something ultimately self-serving, as all things were involving Eris.

“To talk,” Eris said, reaching for the hilt of Truth-Teller.

Azriel was still restrained by the male’s magic, could do nothing but growl, “Put that down.”

“Or you’ll what?” He asked, utterly unfazed by the warning in Azriel’s voice. The fire twisting around Azriel’s arms and legs constricted, holding him taut as Eris leaned closer, dancing the blade of the dagger across Azriel’s cheek. “Will you tell on me to Rhysand? Have him punish me for hurting his poor little Shadowsinger.”

He thrashed against his restraints, but stopped the minute he noticed the amused glint in Eris’s eyes. He wanted to see Azriel struggle, to witness the famed spymaster rage beneath his control. Azriel clenched his teeth, willing his body to still.

“Is that what you want to talk about, then?” Azriel asked coldly. “Rhysand?”

Eris stared down at Azriel knelt before him. His hand was still poised staunchly against Azriel’s chin, and his thumb swept over his cheek just the slightest bit, as though in consideration of the question.

“I want you to convince your High Lord to bargain with me,” Eris said finally.

“Ask him yourself.”

He spat the words, and Eris yanked him forward in response.

“Oh,” Eris whispered, his voice as sharp as the blade he trailed down Azriel’s throat. “I was intending to. But now that you’re here, it will be so much more entertaining to do it this way.”

Azriel’s pulse jumped. Not at Truth-Teller pressing into his skin, but at the gleam in Eris’s eyes.

“I heard a rumor once, about Illyrian males.” The blade traveled adjacent across his throat, threatening to break the delicate skin that he would not be able to heal. The arrow wound in his thigh pulsed, a dull ache that clashed with the strange exhilaration of danger, of anticipation. Of not knowing what torture Eris would be inflicting, despite torture being the language Azriel spoke more fluently than his mother’s native tongue.

The blade dragged backwards, over Azriel’s shoulder and the ridges of his spine.

“I heard that your wings are particularly sensitive.” Eris cocked his head, fire burning in his gaze as Truth-Teller’s razored edge danced along the base of Azriel’s wing. Teasing, taunting. Every muscle was begging Azriel to writhe against the flames containing him, to do everything he could to break free. He swallowed, unwilling to betray his anxiety at having his wings be touched—tortured.

“Shall we see if the rumors hold true?” Eris purred. Coaxing, but too chilled to belong to a lover.

Azriel shut his eyes. He had spoken to too many others with that same voice.

Cold metal dug harder into his cheeks where Eris’s hand still gripped him. Azriel resisted the urge to flinch as Eris said, “Look at me.”

A coward would keep his eyes shut. Azriel’s pride was the only thing he could still control, so he opened his eyes and met Eris’s cold stare. If he was looking for fear, for pain, they would be eclipsed by the rage and loathing simmering in Azriel’s gut.

Maybe Eris enjoyed the loathing just as much, because he smiled. “Good dog.”

The dagger teasing the base of his wing pressed forward, following the upward curve to trace his wing’s edge. Azriel’s hands turned to fists in the fiery restraints. Eris wasn’t pressing hard enough to cause any pain and instead… The shadowsinger huffed, struggling to control his breathing as the strangest, most reluctant sense of pleasure cascaded down his spine. Eris likely had no idea that a male’s wing was sensitive in this way. He thought he was teasing him with the threat of pain, but—

Azriel bit down on his lip to smother a groan. His cock was already twitching with interest, simply reacting to the way he was being unknowingly stimulated. It was natural, he told himself, trying to ignore the rising shame as he called his shadows back to disguise the scent of his arousal. Eris didn’t need to know what he was doing. No one ever needed to know.

“Would you like it harder?” Eris asked, no hint in his voice that he was aware of what he was truly inflicting on the Shadowsinger.

“Fuck you,” Azriel panted.

“Would you like to? You are already on your knees, afterall.”

No, Azriel swore, even as his cock continued hardening. Eris moved the blade downwards, over a particularly sensitive spot that made his wing twitch. A strangled noise rose in the back of Azriel’s throat as he thrashed blindly forward, desperate to escape the glorious edge of that knife. To free himself of the building need in his gut. This was so much worse than torture.

Eris noticed, of course. “Sensitive here, hmm?” He pressed the tip harder, causing Azriel to bark out a groan as his pleasure mixed with pain. “Look at you, the famed Shadowsinger, squirming on my floor and I haven’t even drawn blood.”

He continued ribboning the blade across that same spot, over and over, thinking he was causing pain each time Azriel gnashed his teeth and jerked his hips into cruel, empty air.

“Do you want me to stop?” The knife scraped closer to a spot that Azriel knew well. One that past lovers had discovered, where a few kitten licks were enough to push him to completion. He nearly felt like screaming to imagine how the hard metal would feel against it, cold and merciless.

“I’ll kill you,” Azriel swore, tasting blood as he choked on his own desire. It crawled along his chest, up his throat, and to his cheeks. Would Eris be able to see it, would he know that Azriel wasn’t flushing in anger?

“Says the male on his knees,” Eris hummed.

The serrated edges continued dragging against the gossamer of his wing, and Azriel hissed, spitting a string of curses in his mind as Eris arrived at that infernal spot and pushed, very nearly breaking this skin.

Fire enveloped him, shooting beneath Azriel’s skin in a molten tremor that seized his entire body, tightening every muscle. Eris must have seen the way he tensed, the way his wings tucked in as he came, cock shuddering as it erupted in his trousers. Azriel was panting, holding himself so still as he stared at Eris and Eris stared back. Gaping.

Then his eyes flickered downwards, to the wet leathers now sticking to Azriel’s crotch. The knife was still pressed to his wing, and Azriel was still achingly hard as the aftershocks continued throbbing through his cock.

Then, slowly, Eris’s shock was replaced with sinister delight. “How generous of me.” Truth-Teller began moving again, more deliberate now that Eris was aware of its effect. “Have you been enjoying yourself, Shadowsinger? Rutting against my floor like an animal?”

“Eris,” Azriel gasped, alarmed that the male would continue now that he knew he was pleasuring his captive. The air knocked from his lungs as Eris dropped the knife and began using his fingers instead. So much softer—so much warmer.

A moan warbled in the back of Azriel’s throat. There was nothing to contain it besides his own teeth sinking into his bottom lip, and even that wasn’t sufficient in barricading the noise.

“Cauldron, are you going to come again? Like a pathetic bitch in heat?”

Azriel struggled in the restraints. There was no use disguising his urgency to escape, now that Eris was aware of what he was doing. Now that he wanted to continue, was forcing more of that devastating pleasure to build with his delicious, clever fingers.

“Let me go.”

It did not sound as threatening as Azriel had hoped. Eris laughed, scraping his nails and those Cauldron-forsaken rings against the most delicate part of Azriel’s body. He keened, shifting his knees like he might try to crawl away, well aware there was nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide.

“Will you convince your High Lord to bargain with me?” Eris pressed.

“Get fucked.”

Another laugh. “That’s you, Azriel.”

Azriel’s chest was heaving, hips bucking just as pathetically as Eris had accused. The male continued his assault on Azriel’s wings, intent on forcing another moan. There was nothing Azriel could do to stop the onslaught of bright, blistering pleasure. He cried out as that burning shot to his aching cock, spilling more warm, sticky spend into his trousers. It was humiliating, especially as Eris watched it all with a smile.

“Shall we do it again, Shadowsinger?”

Eris’s fingers were already moving. Azriel, who had never before broken under torture, whimpered. The male above him groaned, and Azriel realized belatedly that he was not the only one with a hardened cock.

Fingers fisted roughly in his hair. Eris must have noticed the Shadowsinger’s attention drift to the erection in front of his face, because he drew Azriel closer. Until his lips nearly brushed the stretched fabric. “Or would you prefer to suck?”

Azriel didn’t think his pride could survive orgasming beneath Eris’s touch a third time. At least if he sucked cock, he would be the one with some measure of control. Inflicting pleasure, instead of taking it.

Rather than speak, which would only add to his disgrace, Azriel simply opened his mouth. Eris needed no further prompting. He released Azriel’s wing to unlace his trousers, at which the Illyrian slumped forward in abject relief.

Until Eris stepped out of his trousers and revealed the large, flushed cock presented before him. The tip was already beaded with arousal, glinting beneath the afternoon sun that filtered in through the windows.

Eris fisted himself, taking a few slow pumps as Azriel watched, feeling his heartbeat in his throat. There was something undeniably fascinating about it. Seeing Eris naked, almost vulnerable. Though no one would think it by the darkness stirring in his eyes.

“Now open that filthy mouth,” Eris said, stepping closer. His hands slid into Azriel’s hair again. “Show me how a good Illyrian dog obeys its master.”

Loathing churned deep and low inside Azriel, utterly in contrast to the arousal clashing against it. Impossibly, Azriel opened his mouth, allowing Eris to push the head of his cock against Azriel’s tongue. His taste was salty, masculine, but otherwise not unpleasant.

Eris allowed him only that moment to savor the taste, before his fingers wound into Azriel’s hair, tugging his head forward at the same time Eris thrust his hips. Azriel choked at the unexpected intrusion, not anticipating that he would be taking so much of the male so fast.

“What’s that?” Eris asked at Azriel’s garbled protests. “Don’t sputter like that, Azriel. I expected Rhysand to have you better trained.”

It wasn’t as though it was the first time he’d sucked cock, but it had been a while since Azriel had gotten on his knees before another male. There was no shred of the control Azriel had been hoping to seize, and yet… there was almost something relieving about that. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d allowed himself to surrender so fully to another being.

“Good boy,” Eris grunted when Azriel forced his throat to relax. The backs of his eyes burned, but Azriel opened them wide, refusing to let Eris see him so undone. The Autumn male’s pace was punishing, fucking into Azriel’s mouth until he stopped struggling. “Such a good fucktoy,” Eris crooned as his reward. “I can see why they keep you around.”

Eris pulled harder on Azriel’s hair, until the Shadowsinger felt his nose brush the coarse red hair at the base of Eris’s pelvis. Eris groaned, holding Azriel there for several punishing seconds as the male’s cock twitched. Azriel heard a soft, almost surrendered sigh in the shape of his name, which was quickly overwhelmed by the bitter taste of arousal flooding Azriel’s mouth. Warm liquid trickled down his throat, and Azriel found himself swallowing when he knew he should be spitting it back at Eris’s face.

He was kept there, in Eris’s tight grip with his lips pressed to the base of his cock, even as Eris began to soften.

Meeting his eyes, Eris raised his freehand, tapping it to his own temple. “Now I have two memories and two High Lords you would prefer to remain ignorant. Convince Rhysand to help me take the throne, or I’ll let him see how enthusiastically his Spymaster sucks Autumn cock.”

Finally, he released Azriel, allowing the shadowsinger to pull his mouth free.

Azriel coughed, re-adjusting to the sensation of breathing unobstructed. His voice was raspy as he spat, “Go to Hell, Eris.”

The male merely shrugged, gesturing to the Autumn wood just outside the window. “I’m already there.”

[dirtfullofwork]

call of duty oc: sal "ruz" le ciel ( reboot ! Sal)

As of 2024 ruz is associated members of the task force and was called in by laswell to assist the task force with a mission in Las almas with the help of Ghost, Alejandro and soap to capture Hassan.

General:

Name: Salamanca (sal) le Ciel

Age: 24 (as of 2022 where mw2 reboot takes place)

Alies: ruz , coperal, sal, ruzzy

Gender: female

Birthday: October 31, 1998

Nationality: British (UK)

Languages: English, Spanish, some Russian (for educational purposes) and some asain languages

Occupation/ rank: corporal, British SAS (special air services), Associated member of 141- Ghost team and medic

Sexuality: bisexual

Appearance:

Hair color: dark brown

Eye color: cocoa brown

Scars: a few some her childhood and during her time in the militarily (minor ones)

Face claim: Aimee Garcia (?)

Height: 5,6 (166 cm)

Build: lean muscular

Blood type: o+

She had glasses but she can see fairly she mostly uses glasses to read

Family:

Mother: freya (unknown last name) status: Deceased , deceased unnamed father, Martinez le Ciel

Siblings: none.

Personality:

●Looks like a cinnamon bun could kill you.

●confident

●kind

●funny

●loyal

Favorites:

color: green

Season: winter

Food: popcorn shrimp, (she really likes Asian food)

Drink: green tea

Desert: matcha ice cream with rice crisp and also soft cookies (hand baked)

Hobbies: wrestling, running, yard work, gardening, reading, sleep

Task force 141:

John price

Soap mactavish

Ghost Riley

Gaz Garrick

Ruz

Cat @cyberghostdraws

Warriors task force: @islandtarochips ocs!

Tiala shark

Captian kanoa tka

Nigel Harrison

Agnes blast

Dr kalani

Alana Kalani

Fighting style:

Fighting skills: she relys of stealth, she also use her wresting skills she learned. She also uses toture methods like nail pulling, fire, water log

Weapons: she is proficient with in field crafts and knifes. Especially her black talon knife. Its a blade with a slight curve and needle sharp tip

Weaknesses:

•she dosent open to her emotions

•she is a people pleaser, she never knows how to say no

●she can be dishonest

●she can be reluctant

Trivia:

●she is afraid of dogs, she thinks hairy ,messy and sloppy and they are just scary in general, she loves cats

●she loves reading Greek mythology

●she is a Virgin, she thinks love will get in the way of her life and job, and she's just serious about love as she never dated anyone.

•she likes tying her hair up, but always gets messy after missions

•she has glasses but only for reading she can see afar

•she likes girls and boys romantically

Backstory:

At a very young age her mother died from an accidental overdose and her never meeting her father due to him being locked up for murder. She was raised by her aunt, Martinez le Ceil. She lived a decent life, she was fed well raised well to her. And she also heard storys of her late mother being a retired solider and she use to be so inspired by her story and wanted to be her mother one day, but it was hard. Later she decided she should change her life because she didint have no clue what to do with his life and pay off her aunts (Martinez) depts. And thought it be fun.. oh she be so wrong..

so after some years later sal learned tons of stuff, and over time she joined the British sas at the age 19 where she got her code name “ruz”, later she was later called for a mission in El Salvador to kill a group of terrorist and to get info on a report of a drug stash with a few co workers , and after a fail she had to watch her only friend co worker get killed in front of her in a brutal way while she was held hostage then got tortured for 4 days until she escaped but not without a mark, months after that things were normal until she got called by laswell to help them with a mission to las Almas.

[mist-the-wannabe-linguist]

SootClan time

this isn't all of them, the whole clan currently has a total of 49 members, including five medicine cats because when you live in a polluted hellhole you're gonna take all the doctors you can get

yes they all have permanently soot-stained fur to some degree and no, they don't really groom themselves because that's just how you get some kind of poisoning <3

these cats have pretty much zero sense of smell

no one is exactly sure what the hell is up with Canarysong, but when he was like 8 moons old, back when Ravenstar was still Ravenbloom, a warrior barely 20 moons old who one night suddenly died due to complications with his respiratory issues, Canarypaw was able to tell something was up, and somehow he brought Raven back. This later happened again with Sanddapple who got a fatal case of greencough, and after that the clan ended up really split in their opinions on Canarysong. Like, hello, that's a cat who can just bring people back? Which essentially makes death and StarClan utterly meaningless, as some understood it. Coalfoot for example utterly despises Canary, which kinda sucks because his daughter ended up being Canary's apprentice and later remained one of his very few close friends. The two don't really talk much anymore.

A whole bunch of cats afterwards outright ordered Canarysong to not revive them if they do die, which made him somewhat upset, but he understood.

But turns out he cannot bring back cats whose bodies cannot be retrieved, as Ravenstar and Steelfur found out when their son Shadowpaw died in a mine collapse. The tragedy hit the family really hard. In an attempt to move on they had another litter, but months later Steelfur herself succumbed to a wound infection, but Ravenstar insisted on bringing her back. Mere weeks after that, their only daughter Charpaw was also lost in a mine collapse. The family, and most of the clan, understood it as a price for a new chance at life at Canarysong's paws. Ravenstar has completely lost all his spirit, and the only thing keeping Steelfur's spirits up after the death of two of her kits and her mate's detachement is their youngest daughter Wishpaw, whose name alone carries all of Steelfur's remaining optimism

Then Sootstar lost all his remaining lives in yet another mine collapse, and the clan's conviction that the mines and Canarysong's powers are somehow connected only solidified. No one knows what the connection is exactly, but most don't even dare to think about it. The clan tries to move on and live a normal life again, but no one can ignore that there are three cats living among them who should not be alive, and one cat with the potential to completely destroy the natural order.

(the clan at 80 moons of existence)

[bonebabbles]

Erin Hunter realized that readers may think that Slash has a point because of the "It's not your land either. You took it without asking. You force us to roam the edges and live off your scraps" line, panicked, and scrambled to write that scene where Slash pins down a pregnant woman and licks her face

literally just "when the antagonist might have a good point in their motives but the authors have them to kick orphaned puppies" but to the next level

Slash is so incredibly Kickpuppycore. The entire last two books are, really, because they're DESPERATELY trying to rehab Clear Sky's image specifically.

None of this would exist if they weren't trying to make Clear "More Deadly Than Tigerstar" Sky their idea of redeemable. They have to create the absolute most monstrous character possible as a contrast, to make Clear look less bad in comparison. Nearly every awful thing happening here is something completely and utterly in-character for Clear Sky, if not things we explicitly saw him do.

(in fact the one thing he seems like he wouldn't do is the pregnant-woman-face-lick. I can't actually imagine any other character doing that. It was so profoundly out of left field it's baffling-- even for this series!)

I'll be getting into it, but ANOTHER thing they end up trying to do is walk back on Slash's incredibly good point by saying "haHA! He is lying because he is a TOWN cat! It is NOT his land, he was always bullying and stealing because he lives two steps away instead of one!" and like....I want to go "I Can't Believe People Would Buy That!" but i know full well that people do buy that. they buy that when it's full price. They have a subscription to That, they pay for the full version without ads.

The Erins really can just retcon in that there was an evil, stinky town cat who was secretly forcing the helpless natives to pay taxes, who was just totally hiding behind a bush for books 1 - 5 and letting The Settlers get powerful, doing nothing, and people will call it the best arc of warriors. Incredible.

[bonefall]

BB Allegiances: TPB Book 1

I get these as a request now and then, so, now that I have 4/5 of the family trees done, now's a good time to finalize some ranks and changes!

Since this is the first one, I'll explain a bit about BB's extra rankings. There are 4 new roles within Clans;

Head of Construction Patrol In charge of building and maintaining not only the dens, but also the wall, any tools, and comforts such as bedding.

Head of Kitchen Patrol Oversees prey processing and reduces food waste. Makes sure valuable materials such as pelts and bones aren't ruined, helps to 'stretch' food further in times of hunger.

Head of Hunting Patrol Manages the territory's environment, tracking what animals are being hunted, what the prey is probably eating, and keeping an eye on the populations of other predators.

Educator An intelligent cat in charge of giving all kits an overview of their Clan's version of history, plus extra skills like glyph-reading. Elders teach stories and traditions, an Educator is more like a teacher.

Additionally, a Chaperone is not an official role in the era of TPB, but Daisy comes to permanently occupy much later. It's the fandom "permaqueen," a non-parenting cat who helps the occupants of the nursery.

ThunderClan Recently underwent a horrible plague and lost many young cats.

RiverClan Has had low birth rates in the past few years, causing many eligible warriors to go without apprentices.

WindClan Embroiled in a rapidly escalating war over the Mothermouth Moorland, about to reach a bloody crescendo.

ShadowClan The largest Clan, reaching a fever pitch over their war with WindClan. Its leader plots a nefarious end to the conflict, and will pay any price for victory.

Cats Outside the Clans A young ginger cat dreams of the forest...

THUNDERCLAN Total: 30

Leadership (Cats occupying powerful positions)

Leader: Bluestar Sleek molly with blue fur, and a large scar across her shoulders.

Deputy: Redtail Red-and-white calico transtom with a bushy tail. Apprentice: Dustpaw

Cleric: Spottedleaf Orange-and-black tortoiseshell with a skull-shaped marking on her face and splotches that look like leaf blight.

Construction Head: Rosetail Silver tabby with a distinct red tail and skull-shaped marking on her face. Hoping to retire soon. Secondary apprentice: Cricketclaw

Kitchen Head: Frostfur Pure white, battle-scarred molly with a nick in her lip that permanently exposes two teeth. Nursing: Cinderkit, Brackenkit (Regretfully overworking herself through nursing as the plague took out several kitchen cats. Is also pregnant.)

Hunting Head: Lionheart Thick, massive golden tom with a mane. Apprentice: Graypaw

Educator: Dappletail An old tortoiseshell with pale fur, white-and-gray dapples, and a white ridge from head to tail.

Senior Warriors (Cats above 5 years of age who have had an apprentice, but are not in a leadership role)

Speckletail Large golden molly with a scruffy ruff and brown flecks. The oldest active warrior, staunchly refuses to retire.

Tigerclaw Dark brown tabby tom with thick fur, bright amber eyes, and unusually long claws. The largest cat in ThunderClan. Apprentice: Ravenpaw

Goldenflower Yellow, flecked molly with green eyes and a braided mane, neatly keeping it out of the way. Nursing: Lynxkit, Swiftkit

Whitestorm Fuzzy white tom with fur that sticks out at angles, blue eyes, and a dark gray 'mask' on his face. Apprentice: Sandpaw

Brindleface Pale brown molly with gray flecks and stripes and a broad, round face. Expecting kits

Warriors (Cats above 2 years of age eligible for an apprentice, but below 5, or cats who have never had one)

Runningwind Impatient pale brown tabby tom with blue-green eyes and a puffy, sandy 'vest' mane on his chest and horizontal stripes.

Mousefur Snappish brown molly with eyes the color of sunlit ice and pale, puffy fur on her back legs.

Darkstripe Black tabby tom with a black ridge from head to tail.

Cricketclaw Dark gray molly with distinctive tabby markings, and a black ridge from head to shoulders.

Young Warriors (Cats below 2 years of age, or haven't been out of apprenticeship for more than a year.)

Longtail Sandy-pale tabby tom with green eyes, a whiplike tail, and horizontal stripes.

Willowpelt Shining silver molly with long teeth.

Elders (Older cats who have retired)

One-eye Small, round, speckled molly with a single, golden eye. Practically blind and deaf. The oldest cat in ThunderClan.

Smallear Gray tabby tom with amber eyes, faint silver stripes, and tiny, shredded ears.

Halftail Very dark brown tabby tom with delicate, dandelion-yellow eyes, and half of his tail missing. His stripes are horizontal.

Patchpelt Black-and-white gib with broken teeth from gnawing at a snare and a missing paw.

RiverClan Total: 34

Leadership

Leader: Crookedstar Wooden-brown tabby tom with a leaf-shaped marking around his apple-green eyes and a twisted jaw.

Deputy: Oakheart Sienna tom with a creamy belly and a leaf-shaped marking around his amber eyes.

Cleric: Mudfur Battle-scarred brown tom with black spots and amber eyes.

Construction Head: Petaldust Tortie molly with ginger-tipped fur and a white chevron on her chest. Secondary apprentice: Carpwhisker

Kitchen Head: Lilystem Gray molly with faint, comma-shaped markings Secondary apprentice: Loudbelly

Hunting Head: Stonefur Blue tom with leaf-shaped markings around his eyes.

Educator: Piketooth Old brown tabby molly with thin stripes, black eyes, a graying muzzle, and snaggle teeth.

Senior Warriors (Cats above 5 years of age who have had an apprentice, but are not in a leadership role)

Dragonclaw Huge gray tabby molly with white patches, large ears, a short tail, and big teeth. Graying with age.

Ivytuft Dull brown tabby molly with thin stripes and gray eyes.

Voleclaw Gray, battle-scarred tabby tom

Beetlenose Black tom with lighter gray tips on his fur, making him appear misty, except for his nose which is pure black. Raising Whitekit, whose mother died a few months ago.

Dawnbright Ginger-and-white molly with bright, dappled amber-and-gold eyes.

Leopardfur Intense golden molly with darker rosette spots, and bright amber eyes. Apprentice: Vixenpaw

Carpwhisker Thick, dusty molly with dark spots, a white chest and paws, and green eyes. Apprentice: Grasspaw

Frogleap Gray tom with a ringed tail

Mistyfoot Blue molly with one white paw, and a leaf-shaped marking around her blue eyes.

Swansong White tabby with black stripes and green eyes. The river's reflection of Rippleclaw.

Warriors (Cats above 2 years of age eligible for an apprentice, but below 5, or cats who have never had one)

Skyheart Pale brown tabby with shredded ears

Blackclaw Black tabby tom with small, round ears and scars across his chest.

Reedtail Grizzled, dark gray tabby with a straight, tufted tail that resembles a reed.

Sedgecreek Wooden brown molly with comma-shaped markings and cheek points, like a lynx. Apprentice: Silverpaw

Loudbelly Dark brown gib with cream highlights and comma-shaped markings.

Mosspelt Plush-furred calico molly with green eyes

Emberdusk Plush-furred, dark ginger molly with pale green eyes

Young Warriors (Cats below 2 years of age, or haven't been out of apprenticeship for more than a year.)

Greenflower Brown tabby molly with white splashes and long, thin claws

Duckfur Brown gib with long fur and white splashes, thin claws, and a lazy eye

Elders (Older cats who have retired)

Magpiesky Large, long-furred black molly with white facial markings. The oldest cat in RiverClan.

Graypool Gray, amber-eyed molly with big ears.

Ottersplash Pale ginger molly with white patches, short legs, long whiskers, and a long tail.

Softwing Small, white molly with honey-golden tabby patches

Owlfur Brown and white gib with a small head and big, sparkling eyes. Likes bugs.

WINDCLAN Total: 32

Leadership

Leader: Tallstar Lanky black-and-white tom with a long muzzle, big ears, and a white blaze and tail.

Deputy: Deadfoot Spiky black tom with a limp paw, bound up with a wooden gauntlet.

Cleric: Barkface Broad-faced tom with chevron stripes and deep-set, sunken yellow eyes.

Construction Head: Sorrelcharm Brown and gray molly, wearing a necklace with clay beads Secondary apprentice: Whiskernose

Kitchen Head: Ryestalk A soft, downy-furred tabby molly with two slashes across her face, slicing her ear and blinding one eye.

Hunting Head: Appledawn Pale, rose-cream molly, plans to retire as soon as Pigeonflight's apprentice is fully trained.

Educator: Darkfoot Dusky-blue gib with black paws and bright yellow eyes like the dawn sun.

Senior Warriors (Cats above 5 years of age who have had an apprentice, but are not in a leadership role)

Pigeonflight Dark gray gib with white, slashing patches and spiky tufts Apprentice: Thrushpaw

Ashfoot Sleek, calm gray molly with a plumy tail tip Apprentice: Stonepaw

Flytail White, battle-scarred tom with ginger flecks. Apprentice: Blackpaw

Rushtail Short-furred sandy tom with a very thick tail

Storkfeather Black tortie molly with a large ginger cape on her shoulders and back

Eagleswoop Gray tortie with golden tabby patches and a cape down her shoulders and back

Morningflower Calico molly with curly fur and black, brown, and white patches and a plumy tail tip Apprentice: Whitepaw

Adderstone Handsome, creamy-golden tom with faint stripes and blue eyes. Apprentice: Robinpaw

Warriors (Cats above 2 years of age eligible for an apprentice, but below 5, or cats who have never had one)

Mudclaw Mud-brown tabby tom with chevron stripes

Torear Stone-gray tabby tom with chevron stripes

Hillrunner Thick-furred, plush black molly. Identical twin of Downwind, distinguished by a scar on the nose. Apprentice: Graypaw

Downwind Thick-furred, plush black molly. Identical twin of Hillrunner.

Young Warriors (Cats below 2 years of age, or haven't been out of apprenticeship for more than a year.)

Onewhisker Pale ginger and brown tom with a round face, little eyes, and one long, curly white whisker.

Whiskernose Sandy tom with an unusual amount of bristly whiskers

Whintail Pale tom with tawny points and bristly whiskers

Elders (Older cats who have retired)

Cloudrunner Long-legged (even for WindClan standards) gray tom with cloudy spots and a distant, sad blue stare.

Stagfur Grand, thick dark brown tom with a big, fluffy chest and milky-yellow eyes.

Crowfur Shaggy black tom with wild, yellow, amber-ringed eyes.

Wrenflight Wooly brown molly with amber eyes

SHADOWCLAN Total: 43

Leadership

Leader: Brokenstar Huge, scarred brown tabby tom with a thick marking around his blazing amber eyes. His tail is broken in two places, once at the base and again near the tip.

Deputy: Blackfoot Large white tom with an extra toe, solid golden eyes, black paws and a black hood over his entire head.

Clerics: Shroompelt and Runningnose Shroompelt is an old, thick-pelted gray molly with a broad, flat face, and yellowing teeth. Runningnose is a white, thick little tom with gray patches, scheming yellow eyes, and an unfortunate blotch on his muzzle that looks like snot.

Construction Head: Fernshade Sleek tortie she-cat with black paws, lidded yellow eyes, and a deceptively loose stance. Nursing: Badgerkit

Kitchen Head: Darkflower Muscular black molly with blue-green eyes. Graying with age, but dodging retirement. Secondary Apprentice: Ashheart

Hunting Head: Appledapple Gold-and-brown dappled molly with a long tail and a round face. Smells strongly of juniper. Apprentice: Poppypaw

Educator: Newtspeck Little black-and-ginger molly with a puffy ridge of a mane. Nursing: Littlekit and Rowankit

Senior Warriors (Cats above 5 years of age who have had an apprentice, but are not in a leadership role)

Rowanberry An old brown molly with cream patches and a broad, flat face. Graying with age. Nursing: Marigoldkit and Mintkit

Clawface Brutal-looking, battle-scarred brown tom with yellow eyes, ringed with amber. Apprentice: Whitepaw

Tangleburr Small, stocky, cream molly with gray and brown patches and mismatched eyes, one green and one yellow.

Flintfang Sleek gray tom with lidded yellow eyes and black points.

Snaketail Dark brown tom with auburn eyes and a long, striped tail

Deerfoot Lanky, puffy-chested brown tom with long, sweeping whiskers, dark brown paws and muzzle, and yellow eyes.

Warriors (Cats above 2 years of age eligible for an apprentice, but below 5, or cats who have never had one)

Wolfstep Shaggy silver tom with black, thorn-sharp claws and stripes on his face, paws, and tailtip.

Ratscar A gray tom, peppered in little scars all over his body from vicious ratbites, and missing half of his tail. Apprentice: Oakpaw

Russetfur Ginger molly with really thick eyebrows and prickly whiskers. Apprentice: Wildpaw

Frogtail Black molly with a puffy ridged mane that stretches down her tail, almost like a tadpole's fin

Boulder Sharp-featured, solid gray tom with light blue eyes. Nursing: Brownkit, Whitekit, and Wetkit.

Ashheart Soft-furred, pale gray, blue-eyed molly with a cowlick on her head and lighter gray around her eyes. Looks just like her deceased mother.

Cinderfur Unkempt, soft-furred gray tom with chewed paws and yellow eyes. Popular with the youngest warriors. Apprentice: Kinkpaw

Stumptail Thick brown tabby tom with a broad, flat face, bobbed tail, and round stripes circling his body.

Young Warriors (Cats below 2 years of age, or haven't been out of apprenticeship for more than a year.)

Volestrike Low-set pale gib with light blue eyes.

Scorchflare Tall ginger tabby gib with a reddish splash across their chest and shoulders.

Mossthorn Low-set white molly with reddish-brown patches.

Nightwing Sleek black molly with lighter undersides and milky-yellow eyes.

Spottedbark Dark brown, almost black, molly with lighter spots.

Elders (Older cats who have retired)

Nightpelt Black tom with a lighter muzzle, who makes a rattling noise with every breath. Made to retire early.

Crowtail A small black tabby molly with green eyes.

Archeye Silver-and-brown tabby tom with a cocked stripe over one eye. The oldest cat in ShadowClan.

Dawncloud Vivid pale tabby with reddish stripes and dreamy blue eyes.

CATS OUTSIDE THE CLANS

Rusty Blazing, fire-colored orange tom with green eyes and a tinkling bell collar, about 6 moons of age.

Princess Subdued brown tabby molly with a pink collar.

Smudge Plump, black-and-white tom.

Leo Young ginger tabby with white dapples and no collar.

Snapper Big but young molly with black, tan, and white patches, and a collar with a single tooth poking through.

Snag Golden tabby with a dirty collar, and two teeth poking through.

Mowgli Black cat with a cutely patterned collar, and a single tooth poking through.

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Pencil/2D Animation Resources Masterpost

5/10/24:

Hello, I broke into my old account so I could make a little masterpost of resources I come across for learning pencil/2D animation. (Free or affordable classes, places to get tools, videos to give insider insight, etc.) I may not be able to get everything included, so if you think of something, you can reach out and suggest things to add! I will be updating this over time, with notes on when it was last recently updated. And maybe I'll end up giving the old blog a refresh too. I likely won't be making new masterposts outside of this one any time soon, nor updating any old ones. It's been SEVERAL years, and the internet is a different place. I would assume most of the old links are out of date by now, unfortunately. I hope that this list is helpful to you as well, and if I'm incorrect in anything I list, I'm learning too! So please be patient with me and feel free to reach out with a correction. It's not finished yet, but Tumblr deletes my posts before I finish them, so I'm starting with posting the skeleton and slowly updating this)

Find a Community to Learn From!

(recommended groups to lurk/join/make connections and ask questions)

What Tools Do I Need?

PDF Guide to Animation Desks, as written by David Nethry

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Where Do I Get Tools?

(Places where you can buy art supplies, software, etc)

Cartoon Supplies

(Online seller who carries Ingram Bond paper, lightboxes, storyboard pads, blank cels, etc. See also: Lightfoot LTD, which is identical in every way to Cartoon Supplies and for the life of me I'm not sure the difference, though both are equally recommended along side each other.)

Jet Pens

(Ah... I love window-shopping this site. If you love stationary like I do, you'll be on this site for hours adding things to your cart... and inevitably removing them because it's not feasible to spend hundreds on pens and sticky-note pads.)

Dickblick

(I've found they have good prices on name brands, but I haven't purchased from them yet. Often, I'm too overwhelmed by all the choices.)

Improve Your Art/Learn the Basics!

(anatomy classes, starter tools, etc)

Aaron Blaise (Co-Director of Brother Bear)'s Online Classes

He runs very good deals on the classes occasional, but you can also do a year's access to all classes and keep what you download, which is very useful! They're short, quick lessons, and tend to veer into more "helpful tips" than teaching, from what I've personally noticed, but it's well worth the price if you get them at a good deal!

Inside Look at the Industry -- aka: the Special Features:

(behind the scenes stuff, etc)

Books are more useful than you might think!

(Richard Williams Animator's Survival Toolkit, etc) (check out gently used copies of these books on Thriftbooks for a good deal!)

Nifty Free Resources

(Things like height charts, references, color wheels, blog posts, videos, etc)

What Artists Can Learn From Aladdin's Incredible Color by J. Holt [VIDEO]

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The Art of Color Theory: Guide for Animators, Designers, and Artists (Animator Artist Life)

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Free software!

GIMP

(A classic, GIMP is an old friend of mine. The first software I downloaded for art, I used to use it almost entirely to create animated GIFs for the Warrior Cat forums. Ah, how time has passed. Nowadays I can't even remember how to animate a GIF on there, but such is life. I still use it to this day for digital art, even having Corel Painter. Before GIMP, I animated the old fashioned way -- MS paint and Windows Movie Maker. With determination, I scripted and animated a handful of Warrior Cat characters frame by frame. Each frame of Hollyleaf or whoever it was blinking was the likely source of death for our old computer, may she rest in peace.)

Storyboarder

(Storyboarder is a free software with which you can use to create professional and clean storyboards. It also provides printable storyboard templates so you can do you work traditionally and re-upload it easily into the software! It also works with Wacom tablets. Check it out! It's actually super cool.)

Pencil 2D

(A free, open source software. Simplistic design, switch between raster and vector, and best of all, again, it's free. I haven't used this one much yet, but I've seen it positively talked about by many! I'll update with more research when I have the chance.)

Krita

(I haven't used this one yet, so I can't speak on it either! But it's going on the list so I can come back and research it later. My poor laptop is not going to handle this many downloads lol.)

OpenToonz

(I also haven't tried this, but see above, haha.)

Blender - Grease Pencil

(Blender is well known for 3D animation, but they added a 2D feature called Grease Pencil as well.)

WriterDuet

(Free for up to 3 projects, very simple, but upgrades to a $10 a month plan, which is... eh, I'll keep my Scrivener for now. I used to write scripts in Microsoft Word or the Notepad on PC back in the day, I don't think I personally need the fancy features.)

Trelby

(A free screenwriting software, very basic and simple, good for beginners.)

Keep an eye out for

(Humblebundle occasionally does software deals -- a good art bundle at a discount can give you an easy start!)