#quincy warrior cats

[otterlytired]

Back when trolls 3 first came out I was going feral over it so I designed some of the characters as WCA characters

[kubfoo]

So… I came here, because I love you, and I brought you those flowers, because I love you.

spidercoral for @talesofgladesglory ... this is from february but i still love it

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[spontaneous-aus]

Au where Jake goes to live with Talltail in Windclan. In my brand of AU, Jake takes Tiny with him, as Quincy speaks to him before he goes. She noticed Tiny wasn't getting along with his siblings, nor did he like the idea of being adopted. So he may live better in the clans with his father. Jake accepts, and raises him with Tallstar.

[pepperclaw]

quincy

[clover-system]

Allow us to introduce ourselves

Half a year active, over a hundred followers, the majority of which are veteran tumblers from that one 60k note explosion, and we still haven't properly introduced ourselves. Time to fix that.

We are Clover, an endogenic plural system. That means we are multiple people sharing one brain and body, and we aren't plural because of trauma. We do not have DID. (nor do the vast majority of endos)

I am Quincy Eliza Bethany Madeline, the headmate who fronts the most. Rose may also post on here sometimes.

There are a lot of people on here who say that it's impossible for a plural system to form without trauma, but as you may have seen from our syscourse reblogs, they rarely cite any credible sources, and that's because they're wrong. I am not a LARPer and I do not claim to have DID. This really is every hour of my life, online and offline. If you have any more questions about plurality, feel free to send me an ask.

Though if we're talking about origins, "not from trauma" is overly vague for my taste. If we're really talking about how the system formed, I prefer "dreamgenic", because everyone originated from some combination of nightdreams and immersive daydreams which I had varying levels of control over.

The second most active headmate, Victoria Penelope, has her own blog @victoria-penelope-clover. She posts more infrequently, when she's able to front/cofront/proxy, and is currently mostly focused on syscourse, with occasional slices of life. She's my older syster.

Headcount is currently in the upper teens. Some more may be mentioned occasionally but I'd rather not have a list of private details about everyone easily accessible here for anyone to see. For the most part, all you'll see every once in a while is some colored text indicating a distinct voice.

Anyway, enough plural stuff! Now for typical bio stuff!

Fleed Reddit to come here and wow Tumblr is way better. Always happy to commune with fellow Rexxitors!

For obsession I circle between Chess, Minecraft, Geometry Dash, Warrior Cats, and Undertale. Fandoms I am on the edge of getting sucked into include The Amazing Digital Circus and Death Note. I also plan to watch Avatar: The Last Airbender at some point. Ever since our syscovery, I've consumed next to no fiction for fear of more headmates.

I have a few projects in the works but I've promised myself that I won't post them publicly until I've actually made substantial progress!

No DNI! Maybe it's just because I'm not jaded by years of wasted time with unproductive trolls, but I think assuming someone is in bad faith just because they disagree with you about something heated is bad actually, partly because I've seen what happens and how long progress takes when left-of-center people generally refuse to interact with, for example, transphobes. Relatedly, I will only block you if I think you're a bot or if you really, really fuck up.

Do not be surprised if I casually shit on something you believe in without warning.

I have an ever-growing queue set to post five times per day, and I try not to post too much more than that. I also try to keep my dash at less than 100 posts per day, which is apparently uncommon here.

Reblog reblog reblog! Not just my posts, but everyone (unless you have a good reason not to, like with this intro post). Reblogs are what keep Tumblr alive! Likes do next to nothing.

That's all for now! If you have any more questions, send me an ask and I might add it to this post!

[singing-melliot-headcanons]

mroww murrrpp meoww :33

adamandi catss >:D

quincy is a tortoiseshell cat !! i would say he has more black than orange - there’s no big splotches of orange it’s kinda just evenly distributed around their pelt :3 he has amber eyes !! they have a very soft meow and has airplane ears half the time :p a very timid and shy cat but if they get too stressed they’ll act out ! otherwise they’re very well behaved :3

vincent is a gray tabby cat with green eyes !! marble tabby pattern and has jagged whiskers - a pretty shy cat around unfamiliar environments and people but when he’s comfortable he’s a very energetic guy!! he’s mostly napping during the day but at night they’ll destroy your couch >:3c they also are pretty mischievous and stares at you while knocking something off the counter before acting all cute to see if youll do anything :3 he’ll also absolutely go onto your dinner table and start eating your food with the most determination ever.

beatrix is a tuxedo cat. they have white paws, chest, snout, and the tip of her tail :3 i would say they have black whiskers and a black nose w black toe beans too !! probably a distinct white spot on the face somewhere too. she has amber eyes :p she’s a very vocal cat and makes people think that she’s in misery sometimes - very effective at getting more treats and food when they’ve already been fed. also a very hissy cat she’s not afraid to hiss to randomly bite you. she has brownish fur in some areas from sun bathing :3

portia is a cream colored cat !!! she has more brownish mackerel tabby cat markings ! she also has slightly darker fur around the ears and paws and tail - along with a pink nose ! she has yellow or blue eyes (can’t decide :[ ) i think she would be a very outgoing and sweet cat !! but not much of a meower and if she gets annoyed or is pet in the wrong spot she will hiss and bite. she stares at you judgeingly from afar >:3

ambrose is a more lighter orange tabby cat with spotted markings instead of the traditional tabby cat stripes (he thinks it makes him sooo much cooler) he has green eyes and is very bossy about what he wants. >:3 he also is very reluctant to cuddle and rarely purrs - his owner didnt choose for him to be an outdoor cat, he chose to be one and enjoys other people giving him food ! he also bats at other cats a lot. when he sleeps he is out like a light. he makes his owner concerned sometimes when he’s trying to be shaken awake but is unresponsive because he’s such a deep sleeper :p

all rhis cat assigning is exhaustinggg the mamorei can get cats laterr + taopp cats later maybe :p

more importantly, what are their warrior names?

[ashleywool]

health update/diatribe/infodump BUT THERE'S A CAT VIDEO AT THE END

Dearest reader: This should be a simple health update, but instead, it's an obnoxiously detailed info-dump written by the kind of person who knows more than most people about American health insurance but is still surprised at how it continues to find new and innovative ways to suck. If this is not the type of thing your brain or nervous system wants to wrap itself around, I don't blame you one bit, but if it is, I hope you'll at least walk away having learned something or being at least mildly entertained. If not, feel free to

SCROLL TO THE END FOR A HTDIO-ADJACENT CAT VIDEO!

When last we left our third-or-fourth-favorite mildly niche-famous T-list Broadway person, she was finally on the brink of getting a brain and pituitary MRI. This was supposed to happen on Friday.

But I wasn't allowed to get the MRI on Friday because Cigna's pre-authorization was still pending and there was nothing my doctor could do to escalate its urgency, nor could they withdraw the order. They couldn't do anything at all until the third-party organization that approves the pre-authorizations signed off on its medical necessity.

Look, I get it. This is an expensive and labor-intensive procedure, so they have to be thorough. I mean, sure, my doctor said it was medically necessary, and sure, they sent the additional clinical information to confirm its medically necessity, and sure, every order at every stage was marked as urgently medically necessary, and it was sent for processing on Monday, but how can they REALLY be sure it's medically necessary until my case is also reviewed by doctors who have NEVER seen me, and don't work weekends or holidays, and will get around to reviewing it at their own leisure? The folks at the radiology clinic rescheduled me in their next available spot and maintained that they'd contact me as soon as possible to fill any upcoming cancellation spots.

A ridiculous mildly annoying setback was that their next available appointment wasn't until July 26. They couldn't attempt to book me at any of the other dozens of clinics affiliated with this hospital network, because the pre-authorization is site-specific, which is like buying someone a gift card from the Starbucks on my block only to find out that they won't honor it at the Starbucks two blocks down perfectly reasonable, because I'm sure every site has differences that can't be perceived from a patient perspective.

Oh, and the existence of a pending pre-authorization prevented them from doing the MRI that day even if I'd had $8K in cash to pay out of pocket for the procedure. Which is perfectly reasonable, because why shouldn't American healthcare policy punish rich people too? I'm sure it's many flavors of unethical for one doctor to do something without the approval of another doctor even though the doctor whose approval it hangs on has NEVER SEEN ME.

One fellow in particular--I'll call him Quincy--gave me some insider info on how to prepare for the types of advocacy he's had to do in the past with this particular pre-authorization team, and which numbers to call and questions to ask. He isn't technically supposed to know this stuff and also isn't technically supposed to share it, but says he does it all the time anyway--hence why I'm keeping him anonymous. Quincy isn't his real name, but Quincy is a real one, and I took in his information like a medieval warrior selecting the choicest armor to prepare for battle the informed and fully compliant patient I strive to be.

Anyway, a few persistent phone calls later, a Cigna rep informed me that the middlemen would approve the pre-authorization for the MRI on the condition that I get the procedure done at a standalone radiology facility instead of a hospital-affiliated facility. Which is like buying someone a gift card that could only be honored at Starbucks kiosks located inside Target stores, but not at a standalone Starbucks or anywhere else in Target perfectly reasonable, I know the insurance companies don't wanna have to spend hospital prices any more than I do. So I spent a great deal of time yesterday looking up non-hospital-affiliated radiology clinics that were in-network.

I made an appointment with one clinic for Thursday. But I also made an appointment request at a different clinic for Monday morning, just in case they could see me sooner--because I knew this clinic didn't accept Medicare or Medicaid, and were therefore exempt from the requirement of third-party pre-authorization. (Pro-tip: even if you do have Medicare or Medicaid, always try to bypass pre-authorization for diagnostic procedures, especially if you have a particularly high in-network deductible--it's entirely possible that paying out of pocket for a service at an out-of-network provider could cost less than the amount you'd have to pay towards your deductible at at in-network facility. American math.)

THIS MORNING, I woke up at 8am to a phone call from the latter clinic, saying that if I sent them the doctor's prescription, they could pre-authorize the procedure and see me tomorrow. So that's what I did...and then I got an email saying that they couldn't accept a prescription for an MRI with and without contrast because they don't have contrast at that facility. Which is like finally securing a coveted reservation at an elite steakhouse only to find out they don't season their steak or even have steak sauce perfectly reasonable, because not everyone needs contrast, but I do, so that place was out.

But as far as I've been told, Thursday's appointment should go off without a hitch as long as I call EviCore (the pre-authorization middlemen) tomorrow morning to tell them all about the not-hospital that will be giving me a not-hospital-priced MRI, so that they can grant the pre-authorization at long last.

Perhaps if I plead my case and bat my eyes at them real cute-like through the phone, they'll give me some other reason why it's actually not medically necessary for me to know definitively whether or not I have a literal brain tumor I can get seen even sooner than Thursday.

FUNNY STORY THOUGH...

A couple weeks ago I was talking to a friend from church who was going through a lot of the same stuff as I was, and I was like "idk, maybe get your cortisol checked?" and lo and behold, he messaged me back a few days ago saying that he'd found a new doctor and asked him to do just that, and WITHIN A DAY his doctor ordered ALL the labs I'd fought for (serum blood cortisol, low-dose dexamethasone suppression test, 24-hour urine, saliva, etc.) AND an MRI for suspected Cushing's.

And he completed ALL OF THAT within a week.

Although he did have to suffer for quite a while before I floated the possibility of Cushing's, just like my friend Alan had to suffer for years before his own endocrinologists floated the possibility of Cushing's. Still, they both got that MRI the second it WAS floated, without a fight, and I'm genuinely happy for them.

But I can't help wondering how much quicker and easier this whole process would have been for me if I were a man. Or if I was neurotypical. Or if I still had a choice about whether or not to disclose being autistic. But mostly if I were a man.

THIS IS THE END! HERE IS THE HTDIO-ADJACENT CAT VIDEO YOU WERE PROMISED!

I'm fostering my friends' exquisite tuxedo princessfloof for a few weeks. Chevy and Tex are being very accommodating foster siblings, but she's much younger and is used to being the only pet, so naturally it took her a while to acclimate.

But there was one thing she took to immediately: the How to Dance in Ohio fidget spinner.

[angiebumblebee]

LarkClan Bios #5- Spirecloud

Current Name: Spirecloud Past Name(s): Ellie Gender: She-Cat Pronouns: She/Her Age: 55 Moons (About 4.5 Years) Rank: Warrior Mentor(s): Flamejump (Deceased) Apprentice(s): N/A Mother(s): Delilah (Kittypet) Father(s): Cody (Kittypet) Sibling(s): Quincy, Mittens, Rosie, Sandwich (All Kittypets) Crush: N/A Mate: Lilytuft Offspring: Ruepaw, Rosekit (Deceased)

Description: Spirecloud started off her life as a kittypet, a purebred cat. Born into a comfy twoleg home from a breeding program, all was well in Spirecloud's life until she was adopted by new housefolk at a young age. Her new housefolk would constantly take pictures of her and post her into the internet, soon turning her into an internet sensation. This proved to be a terrible thing when Spirecloud's housefolk would force her into situations she didn't want to be in and even become cruel off-camera. She couldn't live like this anymore, and soon ended up escaping. She found that she surprisingly enjoyed hunting, and caught herself her first piece of prey, the biggest and juiciest squirrel...Too bad she was on LarkClan territory, and a patrol saw her doing it! She was brought back to their camp, and after she pleaded for her life and mentioned her hunting skills, she was reluctantly welcomed into the clan as an apprentice and renamed Spirepaw. She found herself getting close with Lilypaw/Lilytuft all throughout her apprenticeship, and was overjoyed when he asked to be mates. She soon gave birth to a litter of two, Ruekit and Rosekit, but unfortunately Rosekit failed to thrive and passed away. Despite this, Spirecloud is grateful for the life she currently has, and wouldn't trade it for anything.

[falleri-salvatore]

Consider the following

If there are Grimm, then might there be an equal yet polar opposite (let's tentatively call them Bliss) existence?

Like, the Jabberwalker was a Proto-Grimm, then could the Curious Cat have been a Proto-Bliss?

Grimm bring Destruction but Bliss enforce Order (or at least, the GoL's idea of Order; so it is pretty Destruction with sophistry attached to it).

And from the concept of "Grimm Liquid" that was originally planned, which I called Black Blood for simplicity's sake, meant to be the counterpart for Silver Eyes...

Anyway, if humans were to possess Silver Eyes and/or Black Blood, could they further lean in to those powers and become more and more like Grimm (Black Blood)/Bliss (Silver Eyes)?

Would they be represented in the person's mindscape as an aspect of their personality closest to the concept they embody?

Like; Grimm Power is assimilated by and given a "Voice" by one's Id, Bliss Power is assimilated by and given a "Voice" by one's Superego, with the person itself being the Ego (Similar to how Ichigo's powers gain form on his mindscape).

Are Silver Eyed Warriors more suceptible to Grimm Essence than the average person? That is to say, is Grimm Essence outright poisonous for Silver Eyed Warriors in the same ways Hollows were for Quincy?

Those born with Black Blood would obviously be affected far more by the Silver Eyes than the average person, so it stands to reason that inverse would also be highly likely.

Could one transplant Silver Eyes from one person to another and have them still work after transfer? If those with Black Blood were to donate their blood, would the recieving person be poisoned, would it transfer as normal or would the receptor also become a Black Blood?

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......Fucking Dr. Merlot, now he's got ME asking these questions. Good thing I'm not a RWBY character, because we all know what type of character I would have been.

[tobyisave]

This is extremely random but I need to know why you named the Adamandi warrior cats as you did. I think I understand Ambrose being Goldenstone but I must know more.

omg yeah of course! I was trying to make them fit thematically but I also used traditionalism (prefix is physical descriptor, suffix is skills or another physical descriptor) because I think it makes it more fun when you get to factor in how the whole Clan perceives them too? So yeah here you go

Vincent: Mousemask

Mouse because I really see Vincent as a little mouseboy... I think it's because he's so jumpy and gray colored. Also, thematically, mice are seen as unwanted home invaders and vectors of disease. I imagine the Clan named him on the basis of being gray and tiny. It also pairs nicely with Marten imo; they're both small mammals but mice are prey animals while martens are predators that eat them, which seems backwards but maybe fits in the end?

Mask - because he has no demonstrable skills (f) he got a descriptive suffix, mask, based on the dark area around his eyes (based on his eyebags in Act II + the freckles I draw on him). Of course the other fucked up little reason he's called Mousemask is because he wears Ambrose's face as a mask.

(I also think his mom probably gave him a loner name when he was born, but he either was too young to remember it or he changed it at some point)

Quincy: Martenlight

I gave them Marten just for the vibe because it's (almost) their last name. But it also fits design-wise since I wanted to make them light brown and white/yellow and that's the color of an American Marten in the summertime. (I put yellow wax-drip splotches on their sinful features, i.e. eyes and paws, and ears because I'm dumb and forgot there's no ears in Litany of the Martyrs).

Light is associated with intelligence but also with faith. Describing intelligence as light (to me) implies it's originating from somewhere else above you which I also think is fun for their impostor syndrome. It's also just a very positive suffix in general, demonstrating the Clan's high expectations for them.

Ambrose: Goldenstone

I really struggled to name Ambrose? This one is obviously because he's the "golden boy" and he turns into stone - though in my head they would have named him "stone" because he's strong and reliable like a boulder. I also considered Goldenfang (fang demonstrating skill in both battle & hunting aka Ambrose's wide skillset) but it sounded too fierce, likewise Goldenheart was too soft. I still debate Goldensun though - it's over the top in its praise of him but I think that's fitting.

I don't have names for Portia and Beatrix at the moment but I'll wait til I can design them first. Needless to say Portia is a former kittypet though :P

[finnagoodman]

Finn Goodman is 31 years old and was born in Kismet Harbor, Oregon. He’s been back in Kismet Harbor for one week and will eventually work as an EMT and is also the reluctant owner of Lighthouse Legal. He is currently single and is staying at the Homey Inn during his brief stay.

TW: CHILD ABUSE, DV, TEEN PREGNANCY, MISCARRIAGE, CHILD LOSS, RELIGION, FAMILY DISAPPROVAL, BLOOD, DEATH

CHARACTER INFORMATION, FACTS, & BIOGRAPHY

FULL NAME:

Phinneas Andrew Goodman

NICKNAME(S):

Finn ; Andy ; Finnocence

AGE:

31 years old

OCCUPATION:

EMT

New Owner of Lighthouse Legal 

LIVING ARRANGEMENTS:

Resident at Homey Inn 

LENGTH OF TIME IN KISMET HARBOR:

Born and raised - recently moved back (temporarily) to handle his dad’s affairs

FC:

Josh Hutcherson

CHARACTER INFORMATION

BIRTHDAY:

October 12, 1992

ZODIAC SIGN:

Libra

PLACE OF BIRTH:

Kismet Harbor, OR

HOMETOWN:

Kismet Harbor, OR

GENDER & PRONOUNS:

Male ; He/Him

SEXUAL ORIENTATION:

Heterosexual

RELATIONSHIP STATUS:

Single

POSITIVE TRAITS:

Caring 

Empathetic 

Funny 

Loyal

Romantic 

NEGATIVE TRAITS:

Callous

Pessimistic

Self-Destructive

Temperamental

Withdrawn

PERSONAL

LANGUAGE(S):

English

EDUCATION:

High School Diploma from Kismet Harbor High School (class of 2012)

Bachelor’s degree in Business from Columbia University (class of 2020)

VEHICLE(S):

2024 Hyundai Ioniq 5

AVERAGE SALARY:

Undisclosed 

PAST LIVING LOCATIONS:

New York, New York - 2016 to present 

APPEARANCE

HEIGHT: 

5’5”

HAIR COLOR:

Brown

EYE COLOR:

Hazel 

TATTOOS:

3 - an anchor on his side, a Libra sign on his wrist, and a ship sailing into a sunset with classic birds and lavender clouds on his back.

PIERCINGS:

Ears but they have since closed 

FACTS

LIKES:

Reading 

Long Walks

Swimming

Spending time with his animals 

Football 

Journaling (is required by his therapist) 

Watching television and movies 

DISLIKES:

Mushrooms

Brussel Sprouts

Asparagus 

Bigots

Racists

Judgy people

Snakes

HOBBIES:

Football

Crocheting (NOBODY knows this - NOBODY) 

Video games

Gardening 

TOWN ACTIVITIES:

Budding Minds

Compassionate Friends

Knit Happens

LGBTQIA+

Mindful Madness

Wounded Warrior

MEDICAL CONDITIONS:

Leg Amputation (left leg) 

Anxiety

Severe PTSD

Survivor’s Guilt

Nightmares

Tremors

Depression

ALLERGIES:

None

PHOBIAS & FEARS:

Going to war again 

Losing people he loves

DRINKING, DRUGS, & SMOKING HABITS:

Drinks occasionally 

No Drugs

Does not smoke 

FAVORITES

ALCOHOLIC DRINK:

Vodka Cranberry

ANIMAL:

Quokka

COLOR:

Teal

DESSERT:

Not a sweets eater

DRINK:

Dr. Pepper and Hot Tea

FOOD:

Italian 

HOLIDAY:

Halloween

ICE CREAM:

Mint chocolate chip

MOVIE:

Avatar

MUSIC:

Rock

Pop

SEASON:

Fall

RELATIONSHIPS

MOTHER:

Stella Diane Goodman (strained but working on getting better)

FATHER:

Daniel Grant Goodman (deceased - estranged) 

SIBLINGS:

None

CHILDREN:

Dahlia Goodman (May 18th, 2012, deceased)

EXTENDED FAMILY:

None 

PAST RELATIONSHIPS:

Marley Madden (2008-2012)

CLOSE FRIENDS:

None 

PETS:

His service animal named Stitch and his cat named A’hole (It's really Quincy but he calls him A’hole)

BIOGRAPHY

TW: CHILD ABUSE, DV, TEEN PREGNANCY, MISCARRIAGE, CHILD LOSS, RELIGION, FAMILY DISAPPROVAL, BLOOD, DEATH

Phinneas was born under a Libre moon with plenty of stars in the sky. His parents, Stella and Daniel, were ecstatic as he was considered a miracle child. Stella was told at an early age that she would not be able to conceive despite over a decade of trying. Finally, it happened. And to Stella, he was perfect. She made sure he got whatever he wanted and was never without the finer things in life. His father owned the first ever law firm built in Kismet Harbor, Lighthouse Legal, and his mother was a Sunday school teacher at the local church. Finn grew up innocent, assuming that his life was perfect. He had his best friend, Marley, living next door and they did everything together, attended church, went to the movies, all the things that best friends did. Their parents were friends so it was only natural that they would gravitate towards one another. 

When Finn was about 9, he started noticing strange people coming and going from both his home and the law firm where he would hang out after school and do his homework. It was really the only time he got to spend time with his dad as he was always working late and would come home after Finn was already in the bed. One particular day, Finn was playing in the house when he stopped outside his dad’s study (which he was not allowed in) and overheard two men inside talking about something called ‘coercion’ and ‘witness tampering.’ Of course he was only 9 so what did he know about all that? He just walked away and let the grownups talk. He was over at Marley’s house so often that he considered them his second set of parents. They always came around for dinner and to talk business while he and Marley disappeared upstairs to play video games or watch a new film he’d just gotten. 

Things like this were normal. He attended church every Sunday and never missed an opportunity to hear his best friend sing at all the functions, even if Mom and Dad weren’t as interested. One day, Finn was approached by a tall male outside his house and he wanted to know where his dad was. Finn didn’t think anything about it and told him he was at his office at the Law Firm. When dad got home that evening, he hit Finn for the first time and left a bruise on his face that he had to lie about. His mom said nothing about it to anyone and life went on, with the occasional beatings when Finn would misbehave or act in any way that his father didn’t approve of. He would find out later that he hit Stella as well. 

When Finn turned 15, his relationship with Marley had changed and instead of seeing her as his best friend, he had started liking her as more so one day, out of the blue, he asked her out, knowing that if he didn’t, his mom and dad would start asking around at church for someone for him to date. He knew she would say yes because that is just how they were but now it was different. Now there were real feelings involved, and consequences for actions that you couldn’t blame on being kids anymore. Their relationship soon blossomed and they became even more inseparable. Still, being raised by strict religious parents, whenever they hung out, it was ‘doors open’ or a curfew wherein they only had a couple of hours where they could truly be alone. 

By the time Finn was 18, he had endured enough to fight back against his dad’s beatings. “I’ve already been cursed with a midget for a son, i’ll not have a sissy too.” His dad was smart enough to know how hard to hit to either not leave a mark or leave them in areas no one could see and Finn had gotten tough enough to fight back, ending most of them before too much damage had been done.. Escaping to Marley’s house was his safe haven, even if his dad knew exactly where he had gone. They spent all day together while her parents were away and they discussed their future, fully expecting to get married like everyone expected. The next day at school, his friends teased him about having sex, wondering why they hadn’t done it yet. He just brushed it off with a joke but the words stuck with one. 

One night, after a church function, Finn told their parents they were going up to the lookout to eat dinner and listen to a podcast, to which their parents approved. During this time alone, Finn brought up the idea of sex and they both agreed that they would like to take it to the next level so there under the stars, they had sex in the backseat of his car. It was just like he had imagined and so much more. He was already convinced that they were soulmates, destined to leave Kismet Harbor and his parents behind for a life of pure bliss. Then Marley sort of became distant and he could tell something was different about her. He decided to ask her about it and she told him she was pregnant. 

He made the decision right then to step up and be there for her, like a good future husband and partner should. They kept it hidden for as long as they could but then one day, her mother found out and then as a result, his parents found out. But instead of preparing for a beating like he had assumed, they had just told him that he had to marry her, which he was planning to do anyway. His mother gave him her mother’s ring and said to propose to her on graduation night, to which he agreed. He was shocked that his parents weren’t more upset that they had had sex out of wedlock but as long as he wasn’t being beaten, he was okay with it. 

Finn was at home that fateful day when Marley showed up, looking absolutely terrified and scared. She told him something was wrong adn they rushed to the hospital. He stayed by her side the entire time and cried with her when they told her that their baby girl had died. In a cruel twist of fate, she still had to deliver the baby and Finn had barely even seen her face before they whisked her away forever. He didn’t blame Marley for what happened, it was an accident, but his father didn’t feel the same. He tried to forbid him from seeing her but he defied him, needing to check on her. They tried to make it work for weeks after but eventually the grief was too much and they broke up. 

Finn wasn’t sure what to do now, he still loved Marley, still wanted to be with her, wanted to marry her but his father had convinced her parents that it was best that they stay apart. One evening, as Finn was filling out college applications, his father came in and ripped them up, throwing them in his face in anger. “I told you not to see her anymore! You’ve got good genes, Finn, and I’ll not let you throw them away on some girl who can’t even keep a child alive! Now you’re going to take this ticket, hop on a bus and join the military. And if you don’t, then your mother is going to end up homeless and on the streets and you, you will never see another dime of my money.” 

Finn knew he meant every word so without even so much as a goodbye, he hopped on a bus and that was the last time he saw Kismet Harbor. He wrote letters to Marley during his time in the service but never received anything in response so he just assumed that she had moved on, eager to forget the man that had given her a beautiful child and then left her without so much as a goodbye. He couldn’t blame her, leaving like he did was torture and he wished he could go back and explain it all. 

It was a cool night in Afghanistan, and he and his friend were on patrol around the campsite and they really should have been paying attention where they were stepping but Finn was telling him about Marley when he heard a click and two seconds later, an explosion rocked the ground. Finn was thrown 30 feet in the air, landing hard on his left side. His head slammed into the ground, causing him to immediately pass out. He wouldn’t learn about the extent of his injuries, or the fate of his friend, until he woke up 3 weeks later. His friend had died instantly and Finn was seriously wounded and would have died had it not been for the quick work of his squad mates. He had lost his leg, his arm was broken and now put back together with screws and plates, and had broken 7 ribs. “But you survived. You get to live your life.” What kind of life could he possibly have? 

He was honorably discharged from the military after 4 years of service but instead of going home, he went to New York, enrolled in Columbia University and got a business degree. He still wasn’t sure what he wanted to do with his life but he could figure it out now that he had a degree. One day he got a phone call from his mother, saying that his dad had been arrested on conspiracy charges and that she would explain things once she knew more. His father was doctoring and falsifying evidence against his opponents so that his clients would win and therefore line his pockets while also simultaneously stealing from his elderly clients.

During this time, he met a famous Broadway actress named Kelly and while he would always love Marley, he knew he needed to move on so they started dating. It would be another year before he asked her to marry him and she had said yes. They got married in 2022 and for a while things were good but being in the limelight was not something Finn enjoyed. He didn’t like reliving the trauma he experienced overseas, or dodging questions about his injuries. 

He and Kelly fought constantly because she wanted a trophy husband and a family and Finn wasn’t about that life. He had made a promise to himself to never have a child again, not after what he’d gone through and she couldn’t accept his answer so she filed for divorce in 2023. He was getting used to being single again, thankful to be away from that lifestyle and just being able to focus on himself. He missed Marley, he missed his mom, but he couldn’t go back there. His father had screwed over the entire town, all the clients who had invested their money into his services and he had screwed them over. Even if he had nothing to do with it, he was guilty by association. No, he was better off where he was. 

So why was he on a plane back to Oregon right now? Because his father had died. He had had a heart attack while awaiting trial. And in an odd twist of fate, and a final fuck you from him, he had left the firm in Finn’s name, making him the sole owner. He was shocked but knew he needed to go back to take care of it, and quickly, so he could get back to New York. A quick trip home, 2 weeks maximum. It was a big small town, no chance of running into the one that got away right? Right. 

[incorrect-trolls-imagines]

*Evil Poppy AU*

Y/N: Woah, who are you people?

Barb: Don't speak! Where are you from?

Branch: W-We're from Pop-

Barb: DON'T SPEAK!

Delta: Let's throw them in the river!

Barb: Let's throw them off a cliff!

*Rock and Country Trolls cheer*

Trollzart: No! We want peace! Let's hear what they have to say. I'm Trollzart, leader of the Classical Trolls.

Y/N: Ooohhh, so you're the other tribes? I thought you were just a bunch of homeless people.

Barb: We ARE homeless, since YOU drove us out!

Branch: We're NOT with Poppy!

Barb: Likely story.

Y/N: Nah, we skaddadled and like six strings, six tribes, six houses, whatever. So. Yeah. We wanna help!

Quincy and Essence, clapping: Very compelling!

Barb: How do we know it's not a trick?

Trollex: I trust them! Look at this one-

Trollex, picking up Y/N: They're shaped like a friend!

[kubfoo]

my character junipermoon that i’ll be signing up for @chasingthesunwcrp when it opens! 

[warriors-name-generator]

quincydawn

[pwurrz]

long overdue about!

hiiiii my name is mouser but you can also call me mouse, calico, cal, or pawpad :3c

21. aries sun and moon

my pronouns are they/them, purr/purrs, mew/mews and nya/nyas

mixed black and white

i’m poppygender, idefemmeman, and catgender (if you couldn’t tell lmao) and i’m also nebulahomoromantic (nebularomantic + homoromantic) asexual and nblm.

i’m tme

i’m transneutral, i’m not transmasculine but i do want to go on t. i’m non-dysphoric. i call myself gendered terms like boy and king and malewife and such but please don’t call me things like that unless we’re friends ok? you can call me a guy if it’s in the context of ‘little guy’ like how you’d refer to a small animal :)

i’m what you could call an ‘anti’, i guess? i don’t really participate in discourse anymore because i think it’s a waste of time but yeah. i don’t like certain things in fiction to be glorified/treated in a way that isn’t with the care and sensitivity these topics deserve to be addressed with, and i would very much prefer if people who disagree with that don’t interact with me or my blog.

i’m an age regressor, well i think. that’s the easiest way to describe what’s going on? sometimes i feel and act younger due to past incidents but it’s not like much younger, like 14-15ish? *shrug noise* so even though i’m an adult i don’t always feel like one mentally, sometimes i feel and act younger.

unironically a catboy kinnie. that’s the only kin i’m kinda serious about. everything else is just for fun (￣▽￣*)ゞ

i have a lot of interests that my brain cycles through periodically. rn it’s genshin impact and you can tell!! but i’m also into honkai impact, overwatch, cooking run kingdom, nu carnival, corpse party, free!, warrior cats, toilet bound hanako kun, and some other things

my comfort/fave characters are chocola, yakumo, quincy, diluc, venti, ganyu, childe, zhongli, elysia, cole cassidy, hana song, kiriko kamori, yoshiki kishinuma and nagisa hazuki

i self ship with yakumo, quincy, diluc, zhongli, childe and cole cassidy

(yes i do simp for fictional evil men. yes i am cringe but i am free ♡)

my switch friend code is: sw-2567-3356-3018 and if you wanna play ow with me it’s sw-4038-7563-0711

my genshin id is: 617105727

my acpc code is: 36410905804

icon and header is by rrozeta!!

thank you for reading mwah /p

[a-day-in-the-afterlife]

The 14th Department (AFTERL!FE) Meets the Demon Brothers and Undateables (Obey Me!)

Lucifer

Noah heard he has a dog.  He is staying far away from the pretentious eldest. 

Oldest big brother?  You better believe Youssef finds a kindred spirit, even if they differ wildly in personalities.  

Louis lives for the almost regal aesthetic Lucifer has got going on.  Lucifer, in turn, lives for the day Louis will stop talking.

Quincy finds this whole trip preposterous (“What the heck is the Devildom?  What happened to the Underworld?”) and does not like Lucifer’s condescending attitude (it conflicts with his own!).  

Ethan doesn’t like Lucifer—proud and arrogant people with no reason to be so are not to be respected.  Lucifer despises Ethan for the same reason.

Day!  Will!  Not!  Go!  Near!  Lucifer!  He’s so scary!  But Cerberus is his best friend now (Nine-Nine who?).

Nine and Theo together find out that the eldest demon is into classical music and spend hours discussing early compositions with him.

Ell cannot be around this demon!  He is a fallen angel!  He tries to be nice (and because Ell is kind, so is Lucifer, even if the sickly sweetness of the angel drives him up the wall), but every good wish is punctuated with a sneeze.

Lucifer is so overworked, so by way of his calm disposition and love for meditation, Jamie helps him find ways to relax.

The eldest demon’s general demeanor astonishes June.  How manly he is!

Likewise, Sian can’t go near Lucifer without feeling nervous.  The man drips dominating energy!

Verine can’t understand the eldest’s love for classical music.  Rock is infinitely better.

Mammon

Um, Mori and him are best friends.  They together cause trouble in the House of Lamentation and in the 14th Department with their many get-rich-quick schemes.

Gaudy and expensive taste?  Sign Louis up.

Ethan says ‘no’ to the demon’s general pomposity (it reeks of low self-esteem) and by God, doesn’t he own anything that depicts an iota of class?

Mammon is one speedy demon—how can Kirr not appreciate his fleetfootedness when it would bring him so much use whilst hunting?  Apart from that, Kirr has no respect for that reprehensible thief, for the very idea of stealing brings back terrible memories.

Always belittled by their peers, Day and Mammon find a kindred spirit in each other, and Day is always reminded of his past life when he sees all the gold that Mammon professes to possess possesses. 

Kati bit him twelve times because no dumb tsundere was going to steal his (cough Aitachi’s) spot as cutest in the Department!

Licht is eclipsed by Mammon’s demon form because how is he able to pull off wearing so little clothing so well?  He must take notes.  When he learns that Mammon is a model, too, he goes berserk with delight.

Cyrille finds the secondborn exceedingly stupid, although he begrudgingly gives him credit for being pretty decent at math.

Sian spots a fellow tsundere and runs away, because oh my God, it’s so obvious that Mammon likes this MC person!

Leviathan

Games?  Social awkwardness?  Extreme interest in things that no one else seems to care for?  Cyrille has found his soulmate!

Aitachi and Kirr cringe at how Leviathan spends his leisure time, but are intrigued because they have never seen such methods of gaming and media consumption before.

Leviathan is forever at Quincy’s mercy, for the fellow demon has no qualms of absolutely crushing Levi’s already non-existent self-esteem. 

Even though he loathes to admit it, Sian really likes the rhythm games Leviathan plays, and the thousands of idol posters in his room make him strangely nostalgic of his past life.

June wonders how Levi can go so long without feeling the overwhelming need to burst into a sprint now and again.

Theo almost kills the thirdborn because how is his room filled with so many Demonrito and Hell Mountain Dew containers?  What filth!

Speaking of filth, Licht finds some of Levi’s dating sims and oh my darling, some of them are quite … lewd.

Ghilley and Leviathan together construct an elaborate Lego model of a castle from the anime My Sister Is A Fairy Princess, And Her Suitor Is Secretly An Ogre From a Land Far Away And Wants to Eat Us All, And It’s Up to Me to Save My Sister’s Kingdom.

Ethan can’t even walk past Leviathan’s room without a disapproving “tut.”  Has the demon no discipline, despite being rumored to be the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy?

Kati spends all day poking at the cute monster and waifu figurines situated in Levi’s bedroom.  He thinks Azuki-tan is cute, but not as cute as him, and anyone who says otherwise will get bitten!

Aitachi likes to rifle through Leviathan’s anime sword replica collection and giggle because in combat, they would be of no more use than a toothpick.

Satan 

Finally!  Someone with sense! thinks Ethan.  Boy, do these two get along, right down to their educated and proper mannerisms to their mutual hatred of Lucifer.

Verine can’t go near Satan without coughing violently because the forthborn always has some manner of cat hair on him, no matter how diligently he preens.

Cats are infinitely better than dogs, so Noah sticks close to Satan.

Cyrille thought he had found a friend in Satan, who always has his nose in a book, but it turns out, Satan is more philosophically-and-intellectually-versed, while Cyrille is more scientific.

Nine likes Satan, for he is as calm as himself.  Strangely enough, they both seem to have hidden wrathful feelings and bond over this.

Kitties! :D is all Day can think when he sees the fourthborn.

Youssef enjoys Satan’s company, too, for they both are anthropological in nature—always watching, but never interfering until there is a need.

Blond and princelike are the two of them, but Louis is sorely disappointed when Satan’s royal appearance is merely a façade of darker emotions to come, where Louis enjoys life in its every aspect.  “How disappointing art thou, Satan!”  Louis throws rose petals in distress.

Kirr and Aitachi try to hunt one of Satan’s cats, thinking it was some kind of Devildom’s finest prey.  Satan does not forgive them for the attempt.

Theo sneezes the moment he enters Satan’s room.  Although everything is in its place and not truly messy by any means, he refuses to let the stacks and stacks of books sit idly by when they are begging to be put in shelves!

Quincy and Satan each add to their respective repertoire of curses in their time together.  It does not bode well for anyone in the House of Lamentation or 14th Department.

Asmodeus

They are … essentially the same person, so you can bet your ass that Licht and Asmo absolutely live for each other’s company.  They literally spend hours modeling clothes together, discussing fashion, gossiping about their romantic exploits, and praising their overall appearance.  

Louis joins in too, although he mostly stays for the latter, and the three vanquish away many nights complimenting their own and the others’ looks.

Sometimes Asmo likes to sew patches and sequins onto his clothes and mend them to his own design, and Aitachi, who likes to sew, learns many different ways of stitching from the fifthborn, although he hates the fact that Asmo, like Licht, never shuts up about what an “adorable and cute warrior” he is!

Asmo has to know Kirr’s hair care routine, which Kirr gives in one, succinct sentence: “I wash it.  Sometimes.”

Nine has to constantly flee Asmodeus’ presence because it is in his nature to compliment the Soul Reaper on how absolutely beautiful he looks.

Kati expects makeovers, all of which should emphasize his cuteness, every other day.

Don’t ask how long Mori spent calculating how much money Asmo spends on beauty products, because he wept at the end of it.

Verine refuses to step a foot into Asmodeus’ room because do you know how much his sinuses are going to bother him when he spends even a second into a room so deeply entrenched in the fragrance of flowers and perfume?

Ghilley is used to a personality so akin to his roommate, Licht, so he has no qualms in dealing with Asmo and quite likes the gossip he is quietly able to distill from the fifthborn.

Beelzebub

Brothers in their flaming orange hair, June gloms onto Beel with astounding loyalty (Theo refuses to admit jealousy, but ...), especially when he hears of his dedication to his twin.

Cyrille has to interrogate Beel on the structural integrity of his wings in his demon form because there is no way that such a flimsy apparatus could lift a demon of Beel’s stature even an inch into the air!  Also, how much does Beel exercise if he expects to gain muscle and burn off the infinite calories that he consumes?  It is a scientific mystery.

Day likes snacks, Beel likes snacks!  Everything is right in the world (even if the demon accidentally mistook Day’s hair for a mint ice cream cone).

Jamie is constantly offering fresh fruits and vegetables to the sixthborn, but even though he eats them willingly, Beel much prefers foods that will actually fill him up for a short amount of time.

Again, Ethan is appalled by the lack of discipline Beelzebub shows.  The demon is simply a slave to his appetite and deserves nothing less than scorn.

Theo cannot decide if he likes or hates the fact that Beel leaves a trail of crumbs wherever he goes.  On one hand, he gets to clean, but on the other hand, it’s so messy ... 

Even though he has many misgivings of fallen angels, even Ell cannot help but like Beel!  As long as he is fed, the demon is very sweet and kind.  

Noah likes Beel, too.  Something about his easygoing and generally cheerful personality pleases him to no end. 

Beel tried to eat Kati’s hair, thinking it was a yummy bun.  Sadly, he got bit more times than Mammon.

Youssef is a good cook and is thereby followed by Beel wherever he goes.  The kind Soul Reaper doesn’t mind, though.

Belphegor

Noah likes how Belphie takes things easily and calmly, although it probably wouldn’t hurt for him to get more exercise.

Belphegor is even more of a conundrum to June than Leviathan was.  He decides that next time he goes to the Devildom, he’s going to bring an extra pair of running shoes because the demon most certainly was wanting of physical exertion! 

Kirr is absolutely astonished at the unguarded and completely lax way Belphie sprawls out in the House of Lamentation, sleeping.  If he was an enemy tribesman, he would have no trouble in taking the demon down as he slept.

“This kind of laziness is not fit for a warrior at all!” cries Aitachi any time he seems Belphie dozing off.

Jamie likes Belphegor’s way of thinking.  Sometimes, sitting under an apple tree in the sweltering summer heat after a hard day of work just causes one to be overcome with the desire to take a nap. 

Youssef tries to brew Belphie a cup of espresso, but the caffeine just doesn’t seem to have an effect on the Avatar of Sloth. 

Although he is slightly disheartened by the fact that his quiet footsteps seem to have no effect on the seventhborn, as he is always asleep, Ghilley revels in the prospect of drawing unsavory graffiti on the demon’s face when he slumbers.

Day sometimes tries to rouse Belphie, and Belphie, in turn, tries to kill Day.

Like his observations on his twin, Cyrille cannot fathom how the demon could sleep so much.  How could one body need so much rest?

Simeon

Ell loves him.  How can he not?  He is the perfect angel!  He is also very curious as to how the Celestial Realm of Obey Me!’s world works compared to the one in AFTERL!FE.

His whole aesthetic mesmerizes Louis.  There’s something so tranquil but regal about it.  

Licht wants to know where he can get an exact copy of Simeon’s outfit because darling, it's gorgeous.

Youssef probably spends more time around Simeon than he should, but his calm demeanor is so refreshing compared to the chaos in the 14th Department and the House of Lamentation. 

Kirr and Aitachi together lament with Simeon on the struggles of working with technology.  Why is it so difficult?

Something about the angel’s holy air makes Mori very much not inclined to ask him how much the gold clasp on his cape is worth.

Quincy hates the “pretentious” and “stuck up” angel and bickers with him almost as much as he bickers with Ell.  Simeon never responds to his goading, although ... he does get a bit prickly when Quincy criticizes Luke or the Celestial Realm too harshly.

Encouraged by the prospect that he can actually breathe in the (fresh-smelling) presence of Simeon, Verine enjoys his company, but is perpetually annoyed by the fact that the angel seems to pity him for his condition.

Ethan can’t hate Simeon, either.  He is the sole honorable character he can find in the entire Devildom, even though he has to admit that it seems that the angel is hiding something.

Day really likes Simeon!  He’s so nice and is always ready to play with him.

As a man of science, Cyrille scoffs at Simeon (and Luke’s) unfaltering belief in religion. 

Luke

Kati bites him on sight.  Luke just seems irritating and how dare he think himself cuter than him!

Aitachi sympathizes with Luke, for they both lament on not being taken seriously because of their age.  

Luke reminds him a bit too much of a chihuahua for Noah to be too fond of him, but the little angel means well, so Noah suffers his incessant barking out of (Kind)ness.

Day is a human puppy ... and Luke is an angel chihuahua.  They get along great, although Luke makes it his most important goal to Christianize Day, who seems to believe in other things!

Quincy wonders when Luke will stop talking and is constantly entertaining thoughts of hastening the day when he will.  Likewise, Luke wishes the “horrible demon” would go away forever.

As a fellow angel, Ell finds Luke to be great fun.  It’s strange though, Luke seems to always be expressing the opposite of what he’s feeling in typical tsundere fashion, but he never sneezes.

Sian finds Luke to be of the utmost annoyance.  He’s so short (heh) and yappy and annoying!  

Kirr wonders if the little angel will make a good hunting dog, but after he realizes that Luke has a lot of trouble keeping his mouth closed, he thinks  better of it.

His dealings with Day cause Nine to be an excellent caretaker of Luke when Simeon is away.  You just have to deal with exuberant personalities like his carefully, is all.

Ghilley and Licht give Luke “five stars” in terms of cuteness.  The young angel does not approve!

Theo stays far away from Luke.  Children are walking crumb-and-stain-factories and he is not going to get dirty.

Solomon

Quincy and Solomon exchange many spell incantations and curses and keep the rest of the Soul Reapers, angels, and demons in an uproar with their constant shenanigans. 

When he notices that Solomon has many fortune-telling artifacts in his room, Kati rifles through them all (without permission), much to the sorcerer’s amusement, especially when Kati discovers many supposedly unpleasant things about his future.

Although Quincy and Solomon are the true troublemaking duo in terms of pranks (Satan helps, sometimes), Day and Solomon are almost equal in measure, although much of Day’s rogurey is an accident, and he never means to cause any harm!

Licht is instantly enamored by Solomon’s cape—what style!  You can see the entire Milky Way embroidered on it (Cyrille instantly assures him that that is not actually the case)!

Ghilley can’t help but wonder why anyone thinks Solomon is shady.  He seems to be a pretty upstanding, if chaotic, guy?

Youssef admires the humanity of Solomon.  In a land of angels and demons and even Soul Reapers, it’s good to have someone so normal.

Unlike Ghilley, Ethan definitely notices that something shady is afoot when Solomon is around.  Because of this, he tails the sorcerer wherever he goes, for he’d rather not a ruckus be caused.

Sian has many questions for Solomon on the status of idols in the Human World since he left it.  What are the newest trends?  The most popular groups?  The most admired dance moves?  He wants to know it all.

Barbatos

Cyrille finds the whole time-travel aspect of Barbatos’ powers intriguing and derails the butler from his duties for hours in attempts to understand the nuances of this overpowering concept.

Ethan privately thinks that he looked much better in a butler suit than the demon.  What is even going on with the front of his outfit?  A diligent and uncomplaining demon is Barbatos, and Ethan has to respect him for that, even if he is a position so beneath his own.

He’s so scary! D: thinks Day, even though Barbatos is nothing but kind to him.

Kirr likes the fine fare that Barbatos cooks, although he laments not being able to win “the mind game” against the butler, who he spends many hours staring coolly at.

Theo and Barbatos spend many an evening chatting about the best way to maintain the most perfect state of cleanliness.

The strong smell of detergent follows Barbatos sometimes, and Verine can never bring himself too close to the demon.  However, he has to begrudgingly admit that if it weren’t for the overwhelming stench of chemicals, he would be breathing in a suffocating cloud of dust particles, so he has to thank the butler for that.

Jamie gives Barbatos many good recipes for fruit pies and Youssef can’t wait to try all the (possibly) delicious recipes that Barbatos recites to him.  

Ghilley, unfortunately, finds it very difficult to sneak up on the butler, for Barbatos has seen all Ghilley’s attempts to scare him in all the timelines he has observed. 

Diavolo

This bumbling idiot is the ruler of the Devildom? thinks Ethan with great distaste.  However dignified Diavolo might be, Ethan cannot see past the blindingly cheerful mask he puts on and finds it most undignified.

A fellow royal!  How is Louis supposed to resist striking a long-winded conversation?  Diavolo entertains Louis’ pompous and overbearing self and they find each other most delightful.

Licht positively drools over Diavolo’s demon form outfit.  Just how he is pulling off that much style?

Quincy finds much enjoyment in disrespecting the Prince of the Devildom to no end and is always disappointed when Diavolo responds to his insults with a tolerating smile.

The Prince of Demons and the son of the Demon Lord are titles that are essentially the bane of Ell’s existence, but he manages to be most respectful toward him, even though he is shaking in his shoes and wondering when all their interactions will come to and end.

Day lived like a king in his past life and is not even remotely fazed by the enormous amount of finery found in the Demon Lord’s Castle.  He is, however, enamored with the Little D’s, who, when not insulting him, are great fun!

Diavolo’s lifestyle of luxury is basically Mori’s dream, so he takes every opportunity to make notes of the expensive furniture and ancient pieces.

Noah and Youssef like how down-to-Earth Diavolo is, despite his high position.  They feel as if he has something to hide, but for the most part, he is a jolly fellow and they enjoy his company.