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bonefall · 2 years ago

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I know we’ve learned a lot about Blossomfall but can you tell me why she defected so late in the battle and why she ended up defecting? I would love to know how the battle went for her, was it because of Ivypool she defected? Since it was stated they had a brief relationship

I'm still working out the full logistics of the battle, but the full outline of the Night Of The True Eclipse goes kinda like this;

ThunderClan knows their exact plan because of Ivypool, and as soon as she vanishes, tries to get to convincing the other Clans to rally together

"They want to kill everyone in power and take over our Clans, just like they did to Shadow"

The politics here are patchy but Shadow is probably easy to convince, since they aren't looking for a repeat of Apple/Red/Rat's little stunt.

And WindClan has too many defectors to have much choice

RiverClan needs more coaxing

I want to write a speech here that convinces them to all unite because I LOVE rallying speeches like that

DARK FOREST

At the launch point, Tigerstar is getting the soldiers organized

They will move in blocks, and use the tunnels to jump out wherever they need

They don't need to slaughter everyone, stay focused on your targets.

Beetlewhisker is killed around this point

Icewing goes into Protect Mode, gathering the softer cats and defending them

But those cats, Mousewhisker, Minnowtail, Harespring, they're united in finding some way out of this

Ivypool asks her mentor Hawkfrost: "do you think we have a chance?"

Hawk: "......" (no)

There will be 3 battles, as the plan falls apart

FIGHTS

The Clan cat plan was to mix up the fighters in each camp and scramble the attacker's expectations, setting traps and ambushes and ensuring that NO NONCOMBATANTS (elders, kits) were present.

The first fight demonstrates this, showing how caught off guard the demons are.

In this fight comes the first set of defectors, Mouse, Hare, Minnow. Cats who turned as soon as they had the chance.

Featherwhisker is a DF cat who defects here as well, tending to the wounds of all cats

Ivypool planned to break it off here, but Blossom, Hawk, and others are still here. She can't leave them.

She meets Dovewing's eyes and charges off

The SECOND battle is even larger, now everyone is being more indiscriminate knowing this cannot be a Blitz to just kill the leaders.

A lot more cats die in this one, it's a proper middle ages clash of armies

There is a sea of screeching and yowling cats, tangled like a solid, writhing pelt

Lionblaze is a one-man-army but there's too many cats! The Clans can't keep up with their ability to teleport out of tunnels and get instant reinforcements

I am also adding: Spirits heal faster than the living. What could take out a mortal for days is healed in an hour for a spirit, because they do not have physical bodies.

Spiderleg catches Toadstep in his mouth during this moment and stops just short of snapping his neck

Everything goes quiet for him in this moment, the screaming and hissing, and all he can hear is the gargle of Toadstep choking. The taste of blood stings his tongue

He drops him, frozen in place as he realizes what he's doing

Either Rosepetal or Lionblaze shows up here though and BONKS him hard, and he runs off

When the Dark Forest retreats, they stream away like a wave lapping the beach and leave a floor of bodies behind them. Dead, dying, bleeding cats. Some of them are moving, but so mauled they aren't recognizable.

Some of the Dark Forest trainees are with them, Sunstrike is so badly injured she can't move. Furzepelt is trembling, clinging to her and trying to apply pressure to one of the wounds, begging for mercy

Marshwing is laying next to the body of Applefur, having fought her to exhaustion. When Birchfall runs up to his old journey friends, Marsh grins,

"We sure came a long way just to end up in deep dung, aye?"

Perceiving this carnage is too much for Jayfeather. What's the good of his stupid powers?! What's the point of STARCLAN if the damned cats are able to do so much more than them??

He's pissed, he's furious, he takes his stupid stick and jams it into the ground. Rips a clump of fur off a dying Dark Forest warrior, takes the blood of a dead mortal, and hesitates before biting his pinky claw clean off.

Blood of the dead, pelt of the damned, claw of a spirit from beyond StarClan

Featherwhisker: "ooo channeling on a moonlit night? Love that"

He leans his head on his staff as the hum of stars churns into a roar in his ears

MEANWHILE the Dark Forest cats are regrouping

The losses were baaaad.

Even some of the most ardent supporters are wavering.

Tigerclaw's newest plan: HURT THEM. If the Clans remember this night in infamy, that is a victory. Make an entire gap in the generational record, time to target the children

Hawkfrost reaches the final point on his redemption arc: "no im not doing that"

FIGHT

Hawkfrost is considered the second strongest fighter, and Tigerstar WRECKS him, mauled.

Ivypool is UPSET

It was brutal and most of the followers are terrified. Tigerstar says, "anyone else want to argue?"

Ivy drags Hawkfrost off, and as a final chapter with him before he fades JUST as they reach the Dark Forest Meadow.

She thinks he's dead, and he kinda is. We won't see him for several more arcs.

BUT NOW Jay is in heaven bringing StarClan Warriors down.

He resurrected his long-dead stick, and it stands as a massive tree in the stars. He fits as many angels as can fit onto its branches;

Firestar, Moleflight, Russetfur, Deerfoot, Stonefur, and the blue meanie and cowboy curtis and jambi the genie robocop terminator captain kirk darth vader lo pan superman every single power ranger--

AND THEN he brings them down on the tree like an elevator

But this is taking time, the tree is growing before their eyes and Jayfeather is open-eyed and stars are dancing in his sightless gaze

Then a sopping wet, brown tabby appears, breathless

It's Lizardtail, a DF trainee, he desperately explains that they are attacking the kits, please help

Dovewing confirms he is not lying. They've changed the plan and she can hear them barreling towards the noncombatants

They haven't reached them yet though, Lizardtail bought them time

He falls to the ground exhausted, having run, swam across the lake, and then run again

Mistystar makes an awed comment about his hallowed flight, which will become his honor title later. Hallowflight.

FINAL BATTLE

Dustpelt goes down swinging, reinforcing the bramble walls, assuring his kits Lily and Seed that he won't let anyone hurt them

Millie and Blossomfall face off, Blossom vowing she'll end Briarlight

Briarlight cuts through, "Bloss... do you really hate me like that?"

"YES I DO!" (pause. No she doesn't. However they do get interrupted in the chaos)

The first of the Clan combatants show up, pairing off with their rivals.

Ivypool is back, looking absolutely destroyed. She ends up pleading to Bloss that she doesn't want to lose her too

This is when she defects.

Up next, the Tiger/Scourge/Black battle

When Tigerstar wins the match, the sky brightens, and the stars begin to fall.

And that's when Firestar and the StarClan Reinforcements come in to end this

Brackenfur and Thornclaw face off. Mistystar fights alongside her brothers. Many such cases

When Firestar wins, ending Tigerstar's reign of terror, the battle is over.

The last of the DF fighters who fought to the end are captured. The dark forest warriors who stay too long become incorporeal as the Eclipse passes over the moon, leaving just the trainees.

#BB!OOTS #Bb!dark forest #Still looking to change it around ofc tho #Better bones au

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ego-osbourne · 1 year ago

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Hunt’s End

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The week-long hunt had been tantalizing and tiring. Though Rakell had no interest in the Nirn Raid and was itching to find any excuse to get away from it since the beginning, he wondered if chasing after this slippery elf would be worth more of his time than the slaughters of Cyrodiilic cities. This hunt was something entirely different than his usual escapades. He was used to following the scent of fear and sweat as his prey ran for their lives, fast and far, always seeming to catch a sense of false security once they were a certain distance away, as if the dremora didn’t still chase them. But this elf… somehow Rakell always felt so close and completely off the trail at the same time. There was no fear or anxiety, as if the Bosmer had done it a million times before and knew all of Rakell’s tactics. It annoyed the dremora to no end, but more importantly it intrigued him twice as much; Rakell had never been so stumped in a thousand years.

And just when he thought it was over, he was spat at by the reality of the situation. He finally found a clear trail of where the Bosmer traveled, following like a dog with his head down and his nerves making him twitch the closer he got. A small clearing laid ahead with a rock wall taller than many of the extravagant buildings of Imperial City acting as a shield to many of the weather’s uncertainties — a perfect spot to set up a camp. Low and behold, there, in the shadow of the wall was a tidy collection of camping assortments. The Bosmer’s scent was everywhere, but he was nowhere in the clearing.

A short whistle caught the dremora’s attention above. There, standing as a silhouette against Masser’s rays was the elf, far too high to reach. For a moment Rakell’s head shot from side to side, looking for any way up the wall, but he quickly realized that there would be no easy way up. He huffed as the elf chuckled, meeting his gaze. “Tough spot, Daedra.” It was the first time that Rakell heard the Bosmer’s voice. It’s gentleness was undermined the moment he realized that the elf purposefully led him here to this impossible-to-chase location, only to laugh in his face. “Better luck next time,” he cooed, turning with a snarky wave and disappearing over the cliff.

Strangely, Rakell felt no anger. He was hardly even frustrated. He realized, right then, that this was much more than a simple cat and mouse chase. This was a hunting game, where his prey was crafty and calm and clearly enjoying himself more than Rakell was. It was something that the dremora had never seen. As he took off his helmet to get a fresh breath, he realized that this hunt wouldn’t end with blood. Rather, maybe, a conversation, where the dremora might learn more about the Bosmer’s wits.

And maybe even get his name.

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Ehehe lets hope tumblr doesn’t completely kill the quality of this little video. Short and sweet, a real learning process for how I might do animatics/animations further ahead. There were some complications toward the end with lighting, especially, but overall it was a fun project that didn’t threaten my sanity so, woo! Enjoy Rakell and Iren’s first meet :]

#Rakell #Iren #tes #tesblr #tes art #dremora #daedra #Bosmer #animation #my art #tdi #the dez illusion #ozzy writes #Iren x Rakell

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red-dead-sakharine · 1 year ago

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Raphael x Tav/Reader (gn)

Dinner plans - Part 2 (bad ending)

whump, hurt (no comfort), pining, angst

Multiple people asked me for the ending of misery, so here you go

> Part 1 <

He turned his back on the camp - on you - to leave. A few paces further and no one would even hear him swoosh away.

He didn't realize how his fists clenched. Hope's voice invaded his mind now, "Eat. Shit." his brow furrowed, "Stuff your maggoty tongue in some other woman's ear." His jaw clenched, and he was barely able to keep himself from exploding into his cambion form in a burst of angry flames.

Your laughter carried across the meadow. He closed his eyes, clenching his fists even more; his nails digging into his palms. He should never have come here. The sooner he was back in Avernus, the better, and so he picked up the pace. The sound of your laughter followed him, like vicious mockery pointing a finger at his miserable stupidity.

No mortal would ever feel anything but judgmental contempt for a devil.

And no devil would ever feel anything but condescending contempt for a half-fiend such as himself.

He disappeared in a puff of smoke and embers.

You look up as you see a flash of light in the corner of your eye, but the meadow outside the camp looks calm and peaceful. Maybe you just imagined it.

Raphael reappeared in the House of Hope and stalked towards the feast hall with long strides. His mortal guise making way for his cambion form with a flash of flame, as he approached the set table.

He swats an arm angrily through the air, the resulting blast of hellfire incinerating the lavish feast that had been waiting for him and his little mouse. A nearby chair that escaped the blast, became the next victim of his rage, as he grabbed it and smashed it into the ground with an angry roar. Splinters flew everywhere, some going up in flames as they land in the hellfire, still burning around the table.

He paused amidst the destruction, slowly calming down from his outburst. A thought intruded on him - he needed a new table. One that wouldn't remind him of the tadpoled misadventurers. Of you.

"Mortals." he spat the word as if it was poison, "Nothing but trouble. Irksome, chaotic little nuisances." His gaze wandered over the destruction, stopping at the seat he had intended for you. Despite himself, his eyes lingered. That imaginary orthon returned once more to kick him in the gut. He tried to push the thought aside, but still the images intruded upon his mind. You, in your leisurely camp clothes, sitting at his table, drinking his wine, sampling his food, - smiling at him, listening to his plans for the crown.

He felt sick and wrinkled his nose in agitation. He hated how much he longed for this picture. He hated himself for having these thoughts. He hated you for causing them.

Nobody would ever feel this way about him. Ever.

He might as well burn everything to the ground and slaughter every mortal who dared look upon him.

And he would start with you.

#bg3 #raphael #fanfiction #hurt/no comfort #whump #raphael x tav #raphael x reader #dark timeline #raphael bg3 #bg3 raphael #baldur's gate 3 raphael #raphael baldur's gate 3 #raphael the cambion #rds #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3

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wood-row · 11 months ago

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There exists a state of mind that even science cannot assist. A waking sleep, a total disassociation from ones body.

The death of self.

Doctor Günter Ludwig, a study.

'45,

Immediately, he'd thrown himself into his studies. He'd entered this war a child, only eighteen, but he'd left it an old man, hardly a man, a mouse haunted by the code branded on his wrist.

Destitute, as seemed to be the customary, he spent hungry days longing for university gates. Rowdy child; was this punishment for his youth? To teach himself medicine out of his mentor's spare room?

It hardly seemed like a room. Three, three and a half walls, lined with soot and dust that Hamburg never would shake. His coat wore thin, hardly the blanket he pretended it was, and the dull metal buttons glared in the hallway light whenever he entered.

A butcher. It was only fitting. The smell of blood was overbearing, but it was one he was accustomed to. Cut with something clean, 80-proof. A far cry from bile and shit, choked out by the thick, telling smokestacks he'd learned to avoid at all costs.

The work was easy. Almost boring, his mentor dissinterested in the subject. Perhaps he only felt bad, that he felt the need to shelter such a lean young man. Günter more than made up for it, promising; "You write when you make big, alright kid?"

He hadn't responded. He wasn't sure he even could, mute since he'd been privy to where the train cars actually led.

'50

Doctor Ludwig. He looked dead in the bathroom mirror. Doctor Ludwig.

He was nearly thirty now, formidable, almost respected. Gone were the days of closet dormitories, soleless shoes and patched shirts. The apartment was sterile. the laboratory, even cleaner, stained with violent chemical agents.

It was killing him.

Medicine advanced slowly. He was antsy, too fast for the field. There was something boiling under his skin, festering, and he could leave it alone no longer.

There is someone dead in the showers. There is someone trampled beneath fearful bodies. There is someone, something, wasting away in Poland, underneath freshly broken ground.

'68

Perhaps he missed the camps. A morbid thought, the only one that crossed his mind as he sat, blindfolded and bound at the wrists in the back of a van. The woman was young, nervous, too experienced in the field. Promising not riches, though to Günter, he'd take what she was offering before any amount of gold.

A laboratory, a black market catalogue. Eight healthy subjects to use at his disposal.

Perhaps, however, he'd grown used to experimenting on himself. Memories of a trauma have numbed him to the sensation, leaving him hardly even aware of what runs through his veins.

Fighting over a gravel pit. He'd stuffed his blueprints into his rucksack, barebones notes of a device so great that it could immortalize a man. Preliminarily. Ambitious.

The Russian was a fine specimen. They were all fine in their own respect, really. Dredges of humanity lived here, fought here, all for a paycheck.

Some of them didnt have anywhere else to go. Günther wasnt sure if he was one of them.

But it was easy for him to lose himself. These long, dark corridors left untraveled except for emergencies. It was... fine. Being left to his own devices. Better this way. Here, Günther tucked himself away, sleepless, hungry. What was a little more torment, for such great reward?

'72

The Engineer and him share beers in the after hours, penned up in his laboratory. They are not quite as close as Günther is to the Russian, but there is some respite he finds in company with Dell.

He had endured hell on earth. He had clawed himself from the very depths of dispair. It was not the sort of even you could forget; the slaughter of your people. Your family. But he dared say it got easier to disconnect from with time.

The Engineer has plans of his own. A metal hand, capable of inhuman strength, infallible.

He only asks that Günter hold the saw.

Bile surges in his throat. He tries to speak, but no words escape him.

He had a twin, once.

#tf2 mercs #tf2 #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #holocaust mention #sorry if this is out of pocket #hyperfixation on tf2 and a special interest in history #tried to write it as respectfull as i could #whilst portraying more fucked up trauma responses #tried to write more but fuck #bros sleepy

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pearblossommina · 2 years ago

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ToG Read-A-Long, Kingdom of Ash, day 2

Ch 7

Dorian

Spider

Is it bad that I kinda like the spider 😂

I just think it’s cute that she told him “you can’t pronounce my name” and then instantly had a human-pronounceable name ready to give him. Girl’s been working on her human-sona all her life and now she finally has an opportunity to unveil it.

Idk, I like spooky characters that are actually friends. Suriel vibes. Hopefully she doesn’t murder them all in their sleep.

Ch 8

Reading about Aelin getting tortured is going to break my feeble heart, I might actually be too soft to endure this, it’s gonna give me nightmares.

I don’t really know Connall that well, but it sucks that Maeve had him stab himself to death. I feel bad for Fenrys too! Like ugh. Emotional damage.

Ch 9

I need a small morsel of hope to cling to right now. I hate this.

Ch 10

Hey, remember when he proposed to you while you were in dragon form

Remember when you said you wanted to slow this down

And now this is happening

Mixed signals, Lysandra

He needs cuddles

That’s what he needs

If you wanna be with Aedion you gotta go get your dragon bod on and cuddle him up

Ch 11

I’m actually kinda surprised to hear Chaol’s father is the last stronghold against Erawan. I guess it makes sense, since he wasn’t too fond of his son serving the King of Adaran… but it just seems like all the villains should be in league with one another, doesn’t it?

If they’re gonna go where witches are - I wonder if we’ll get a sweet Dorian x Chaol reunion?

Probably not. Since I think they’re in two different places and Dorian wants to go into Morath.

But maybe the witches will be nice, and want to make out and join forces!

Ch 12

Fuck, Aelin. I’m broken too. It’s good she has some fight left in her. Very surreal to see her dead mom’s ghost come to comfort her.

Rowan and the others are on the way tho! They’re near enough to feel your fighting spirit! Keep hoping, keep fighting, because babe is on his way. And he’s bringing friends.

Ch 13

They found the Crochans! Do they want to join forces!

This old witch knows exactly who Manon is!

She’s family! And she’s very welcoming! Aw!

Ch 14

Omg ok shit just got real

I think I have too high of hopes for Manon “the child of peace who’s supposed to unite the witches.” She didn’t even try, lol. Just brutally murdered those two covens. I mean - it’s fine - they were kind of being aggressive and came at them first - and maybe it was a show of faith to the Crochan’s to fight and kill so many ironteeth, but! I’m team Dorian a little bit. Team, what if those wyverns were given love and good riders. Team, just because you were raised and trained to be evil doesn’t mean that’s all you’ll ever be.

My heart goes out to him, with that severed Yellowlegs head. He’s learning the hard way that witches can be just as breakable as human women.

Ch 15

“Cyrene slumped to the ground, eyes unseeing.”

Jesus, Dorian! Chill out!

I actually did like her, lol. It’s ok, I wasn’t that attached. Maybe she taught him a little bit about shapeshifting? In her final moment? Maybe Dorian can harness the ability to shapeshift and use that to get into Morath. As a mouse, or something.

And the thing with Manon. Idk. I guess I don’t really know what it means to unite the witches and bring peace. Because some of those witches are vile and violent and deserve to be brutally slaughtered, like Manon’s grandma, who’s pretty much never done anything to redeem herself. But then, other witches are pretty chill and cool once you get to know them. They’re people too, with hopes and dreams and feelings. So I feel like just inviting the Ironteeth here to the Crochan camp and killing them impressively is NOT the way to go about it. But idk if Manon knows any other ways.

Maybe Dorian can help her, but idk.

It’s good to see them talking to each other. Their relationship needs development, lol, so I’m happy to see them developing.

#tog read along 2023 #kingdom of ash

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acupoftaewithsomesuga · 2 months ago

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"𝑶𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒖𝒏" • 𝑺𝒂𝒏 𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒊

fiancé!san x fem!reader

summary• After the game of hide and seek your sex life with San became spicier than ever. You would tell him about your deepest fantasies and he was destined to make them into reality. A cabin in the woods, a wolf chasing his prey. A fearful girl in red, running through the forest.

warnings• angst, fear, smut, masturbation, voyeurism, pet names, stripping, praise kink, penetration, unprotected sex, filthy dirty talking, sloppy oral (fem&masc!recieving), choking/gagging, spitting, slapping/spanking, cum eating, rough sex, cream pie, squirting.

videos/audios to view before reading

w/c• 5k

a/n• Happy Halloween!!! I didn't think I would upload this in time, but here it is! This is a continuation of Cat and Mouse! Please enjoy. This is for the girls who desire to be chased through the forest.

taglist• @rems-writing @st4rhwa @sugarnspice630 @joongiesmoon @no1likevie @woohwababes @hongjoongswife1 @blackb3ll @staytiny23 @ccalyse

network• @othersideoutlawsnetwork

•masterlist•

Excitement is all you feel when October comes around. The leaves finally fall, the air growing crisp and cold, your favorite knitted cardigan engulfing you, and the warmth of your fiancé's body against yours. Pumpkin carving was definitely San and your favorite thing to do during this time of year. He would carve goofy little faces on the pumpkins while you would opt for a classic scary face. His precious smile would bring warmth to your heart when his dimples would show, his eyes turning into crescent moons.

“Baby, let’s get a cabin this Halloween. What do you say, me, you, the woods, fucking by the fireplace? Hmm?” He said with that innocent expression on his face like he didn’t just suggest to fuck your brains out in the middle of nowhere.

“Erm, I don’t know, baby. That just sounds like we are asking for it. Don’t you think?” You question, feeling like that would be an excellent opportunity for a masked murderer to come out of the shadows and slaughter both of you. It just sounds like a typical horror story trope. That would be just your luck. San lets out an annoyed groan before pouting, his bottom lip sticking out.

God, he’s so cute when he begs.

“Aww baby come on. I’ll be there to protect you, you know that. And besides, there are people on watch duty at this location. The Fire Watchers will be there and if something happens we can call. Come on, please, baby?” he insisted, grabbing you by your waist to pull you flush against his body. He then caressed your thigh and patiently waited for an answer. You nibbled at your bottom lip, weighing out all the options. On the other hand, San fluttered his eyes and pouted, thinking that this cute demeanor would shift your viewpoint.

“Fuck okay fine. But just know that if I get murdered I’m going to kill you,” you threatened before you gave him a forced smile and kissed his cheek.

“Yes ma’am,” he says smiling from ear to ear, his face beaming with excitement.

Once you agree, San instantly books the cabin for Halloween weekend. He orders a few things online to ensure both of your stays are nice and comfortable. He also orders regular camping gear and emergency kits if something goes wrong.

But San always has something up his sleeve. You learned that from the last time you played hide and seek on game night. That was one of the best nights of your life and the sex was beyond incredible. The thrill of hiding away and waiting for him to find you made you fearful but simultaneously aroused.

San enjoyed looking for you and finding you, hunting you down like prey just to fuck you like a goddess. So he definitely had a smirk painted on his face when he added a skimpy Red Riding Hood outfit and a wolf mask to the cart. This time he was ready to hunt you down.

As the days lead up to Halloween weekend you both discussed plans. “So you want me to wear this and meet you at the cabin?” you question, raising your eyebrows as you hold up the tiny red ruffled skirt.

“Mhm, and the thigh-high white stockings with the ribbons on the knees. The black heels, and the pretty red corset. And the red hood, don’t forget the hood.”

“What do you have planned baby?” you sigh, not liking surprises. It always spiked up your anxiety especially when you didn’t know what was going to happen. Your mind always resorted to the worst things possible when they were big what-ifs and would never happen. You caress San’s arm for reassurance, nipping your bottom lip as you anxiously think of everything that could go wrong.

San notices your concerned gaze, and he instantly takes your hand and squeezes it. He hates seeing you like this, especially when he knows he will do anything for you if something happens. He pulls you in and presses his forehead against yours. He always did this in serious situations as an attempt to calm you down.

"Hey, hey, it's okay baby. You know I'd never let anything bad happen to you, right? I just want this to be a fun, sexy little game for us,” his words are gentle, prompting your mind and body to relax a bit. You take a deep breath and smile at him softly. You lean in for a gentle kiss, your lips moving slowly against his.

“Don’t murder me in this forest or I’ll kill you Choi San,” you joke, but it’s laced with truth. San chuckles softly, his arms wrapping around you. He squeezes you tight, knowing this isn't a threat but a promise.

"Deal. Besides we both know I’m more interested in murdering something else that night," he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "I'm going to devour you, little red."

You chuckle and wrap your arms around San’s shoulders. A playful smirk is painted on his face, his right dimple embedded into his cheek.

“I can’t wait for that, big bad wolf.”

Halloween was on a Thursday this year so you made plans ahead of time to have Friday off from work. You get home and get all your bags ready, throwing in some extra clothes and basic essentials. You get into your Little Red Riding Hood costume before you look in the mirror. You couldn’t help but admire how perfectly it fit. The socks you wore covered your legs and hugged tightly midway around your thighs. The ruffled skirt was short enough to cover you, but as soon as you bent over, the bottom of your ass showed. The corset wrapped around your waist like a tightly wrapped present. Your cleavage sat perfectly against the corset, and the necklace San gave you on your anniversary rested between them. You grabbed your red hood and tied it around your neck. You quickly turned in a 360, looking at how the outfit came together.

You take all your bags and basket to the car and drive to the campsite. San chose this secluded cabin, about a mile away from everyone else. As you pulled up, you saw San’s car parked by the house, but the lights inside the cabin looked like they were off. You grew suspicious, and every ounce of your body told you to drive away. You were apprehensive as you exited your car and grabbed your bags. You walked up to the cabin and opened the door. It was quiet, only the wind whistling throughout the forest. A strong wind gust outside forced the door open, slamming against the wooden wall. The only light that illuminated the room was the crackling fireplace.

“Baby?” You called out but stopped short when you saw someone in the shadows. “Sannie, baby?” You repeated, your heart beating out of your chest. He turned around and you were met with the familiar frame of your fiancé, but up top was a wolf mask. You were so fearful but so deeply aroused by the sight of him like this. The way he looked was memorable. He was shirtless, his toned body illuminated by the singular source of light in the cabin. He wore jeans, but you couldn’t help but notice the visible print forming.

San looked at you for a moment, drinking in the sight of you. A mischievous smirk was painted across his lips, but the realistic growling wolf head masked it. He wanted to tear you apart and watch as you begged for more. His heart was racing faster than yours at this point. He was ready for you, but he knew that you weren't ready for him.

“Run,” he growls, causing your eyes to instantly widen. “If I catch you, I fuck you,” he asserts. You look at him for a moment trying to process what he just said. Part of you wants to stand there so he can have his way with you but where’s the fun in that?

You drop your bags and start to run through the forest. Twigs against your heels begin to break, making it harder for you to escape. You frantically kick your heels off and continue to run, feeling rocks and twigs graze against your feet. Your red hood flaps against the wind, making a distinct whooshing sound. This was a survival situation for you at this moment. Blood was rushing throughout you as your adrenaline started to kick in. You were breathing heavily, your chest rising and falling rapidly. You were trotting through the forest like a gazel and San was the starved wolf foaming at the mouth for his next meal.

You hear his heavy footsteps behind you, snapping twigs and crunching leaves under his boots. His low growls echo through the forest, causing you to run faster. You're not sure if it's the fear or the thrill of the chase that's making your heart race and your breath hitch. But you do know that you loved this game both of you were playing. Fear was controlling every part of your body except for the arousal that was laced between your legs.

You continue to run, looking back briefly to see if he is still after you. But you don’t see him. You quickly duck behind a rock, the stillness of the forest surrounding you. You hear leaves rustle, causing you to look in that direction, but nothing. You then hear San whistling, it's faint as it matches the cold brisk wind. He starts to make that distinct clicking sound with his mouth. The taunting clicks you would give to a dog to beckon them to a treat.

“Where’s my little red?” he cooed, his voice echoing in the dead space of the forest. Your heart was racing, the beating trailing to your fingertips. You could feel your blood run cold, and your mind started to spin. Your body tensed as you felt his presence near you, the faint smell of his cologne lingering in the air. You kept your hand over your mouth, trying to conceal any whines as you heard the leaves crunch around the rock.

“Looks like I’ve caught you little red,” you heard him whisper in your ear.

Fuck.

This sent a shock throughout your body and you decided to run. You shot up from your seated position and tried darting deeper into the forest. But San quickly caught up with you and wrapped his arms around your waist tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh. You heard a deep chuckle vibrate in his throat, the sound making you quiver. His hand slid up your body and wrapped around your neck, causing you to look up at the stars. You were both breathless from running, breathing in sync with each other.

“Got you,” he growled, causing a slight whimper to escape your lips. San's hands roam your body, running up your sides to grope your breasts through the thin fabric of your corset.

"You ran so fast, little prey. I think you deserve a reward."

You whine, pressing your body against his. You feel his mask against your neck, the fake fur grazing against your skin. You hike up your ruffled skirt and press your ass against his clothed crotch.

“Murder my little pussy in the middle of this forest Sannie,” you breathe out, feeling desperate for his touch. San groans deeply, his hard print grinding against your ass as he squeezes your thigh.

"Fuck, you're so needy for my cock, aren't you? Begging to be split open in the woods like a bitch in heat," he whispers in your ear, nuzzling the side of your neck. You hum in anticipation; this feels like pure torture to you.

“How about I fuck that pretty little throat first?” he suggests, pressing his dick firmly against your ass. You nod in response, absolutely drunk off of this moment, so needy and desperate. San spins you around and pushes you to your knees, towering over your small frame. All you can see is his toned body and that mask looming above you, ominously blocking out some of the full moon that engulfed the forest.

As he peers down at you, he can’t help but stare at how you look at him. Those innocent eyes stare into his soul as you bite down on your lower lip. He can see you fighting the urge to pull his pants down and shove him down your throat. The way you whimper, signaling you are getting impatient, sends him down a spiral. He unzips his fly as you both stare into each other's eyes, fishing out his thick massive dick. You let out a needy moan at the sight of him, precum already dripping from his tip.

"Open wide, Little Red."

You nod, open your mouth, and look up to ensure he has the best view of you. Your pretty red lipstick would soon be smudged and printed on the base of his dick. The loud moans and groans from San would quickly fill the forest.

San grips the back of your head, his fingers tangled in your hair as he forces his thick shaft past your lips. Your eyes roll back at the familiar sensation of his tip hitting the back of your throat. You struggle to breathe around his girth, but you can’t get enough.

You hear him groan at the feeling of your warm mouth enveloping his cock. You feel him twitch against your throat, his grip on your hair becoming tighter. You anchor your hands on his thighs and take him in deeper, gagging slightly but still staying in place.

"Fuck, look at you, so pretty with my dick in your mouth."

You moan against him, the vibration traveling throughout his body. You withdraw slightly, only leaving his tip nestled inside your mouth. You stick out your tongue, rubbing it against the large vein under his cock. San hisses at the sudden feeling, his hips bucking forward as he guides his dick back down your throat.

"You love that, don't you? You love worshiping me with your tongue?” He pushes even more into your mouth, causing you to gag loudly.

"Choke on it, baby,” he demands, causing you to moan and your eyebrows to scrunch together. San's hips buck forward, stifling your moan as he bottoms out in your throat.

“You look so sexy in those thigh highs baby,” he groans throwing his head back. You moan in approval as you claw at his thighs, your nails leaving visible marks on his jeans. You feel his hips start to thrust in and out of your mouth. He looks back down to watch as you take him with every thrust, your throat making wet squelching noises.

"Look at those eyes tearing up for me," he smirks beneath his mask, his pace quickening.

"Mmm, you look so beautiful when you're choking on my cock. I bet you wish it was your tight little pussy instead," he cooed followed by a long moan. You can feel his cock hitting the back of your throat with each deep thrust, saliva dripping down your chin as you struggle to breathe. But you take every inch of him, knowing he would reward every part of you. Your eyebrows scrunch together, and you can’t help but roll your eyes back. The feeling of him down your throat was pure ecstasy. The view of him thrusting into your mouth was intoxicating.

"Mmmm, you're making a mess of yourself." He withdraws from your mouth, allowing you to gasp for air. You breathe slowly, trying your best to catch air into your lungs. He admires the sight of your smeared lipstick and tear-stained cheeks. He grins mischievously before his hips buck forward to bury himself deep within your throat again.

"I think you're ready for my seed, Little Red."

He thrusts into your throat a few more times, watching how well you take him. He then withdraws a loud pop, casting out into the forest. He grips his dick and pumps vigorously; his gritty groans fill the forest. You open your mouth wide as you stare into the mask, hoping yours will pierce into his. With one long moan, he spills into your mouth. His dick twitches as he cums, his abs constricting as he coats your tongue. You maintain eye contact, feeling his cum pool into your mouth.

“Fuuuuck, swallow all of that, baby,” he moans, slapping his cock against your cheek. You do as you’re told and close your mouth, swallowing every last drop.

"Good girl," San praises, his voice hoarse from the intense release. He reaches down and wipes some leftover cum from your chin, sucking his fingers clean. "Now, baby, I want you to get up off your knees and run back to that cabin. I’m going to fuck your brains out, y/n."

You catch your breath briefly before darting up and running for the cabin. The same adrenaline pumps throughout your body as you hear him right behind you. San chases after you, his heavy footsteps echoing through the dark forest.

The chase back was exhilarating, his low growls making your core throb. He catches up to you just as you stumble into the cabin, spinning you around and slamming you against the wall.

"Caught you, my little prey."

“Sannie…” you breathed, staring right into the wolf mask. You were out of breath from all the running, and your heartbeat was at its peak.

"Shh, no more talking, baby." He covers your mouth with his hand, his other roaming down to your core, rubbing his fingers against your soaked panties.

"I'm going to ravage this body until you forget your name." He rips open your skirt, sending threads flying as he exposes you in lace panties. San's large hands grip your thighs and lift you, carrying you over to the wooden table. He sets you down and forcefully spreads your legs apart, ripping your panties away. Your eyes are wide, and you are left speechless. Usually, the moments leading up to sex were passionate and sensual, but tonight this felt territorial.

"Look at that, so fucking wet for me."

“Fuck- Sannie,” you let out an exasperated moan as his ring and middle fingertips caressed the outside of your core.

"Fuck is right, baby." He rubs his fingers against your clit, watching as it swells and throbs under his touch. "I'm going to fuck you so good on this table, your juices will be dripping down your thighs when I'm done."

“Goddamn San-,“ you were suddenly cut off when San started to rub his fingers on your clit. You watch as he chuckles darkly, his eyes glinting mischievously behind his mask. You can tell he loves how your moans cut off your words. He increases the pressure on your clit, his touch demanding and possessive. Your broken moans echoed throughout the cabin.

Both of your shadows are cast on the wall from the dim fireplace. Your legs are hicked up and resting on the side of his waist, his hand is between your legs, and you’re both staring at each other. The big bad wolf looms over you as your back arches, your hips bucking into his hand.

"That's right, baby, move your hips just like that," San encourages, his voice laced with desire.

San watches intently as his fingers slide inside of you, your pussy clenching around them greedily. Your lips instantly part, and a faint moan escapes as your eyes roll back. You are left speechless as he watches in delight, his fingers pumping in and out of you and his thumb rubbing your clit at a frantic pace.

"Look at you, so fucking desperate for it. You're mine, and I will make sure you never forget it."

“Sannie. Please,” you beg, your pussy clenching tighter around his fingers.

"Please, what, my Little Red?" San purrs, his fingers never ceasing their relentless pace. "Tell me what you need." He leans close, his masked face inches from yours, as he curls his fingers particularly deep. "Beg for my cock like a good girl."

“Please. I need you to ruin me!” you eagerly whine, your breath hitched as you meet his gaze.

"Good girl," San praises, his voice gravelly with desire. He withdraws his fingers and quickly unbuckles his pants, letting his dick spring free. He grabs your hips and pulls you to the edge of the table, aligning himself with your entrance.

"Here's what you wanted, baby."

You bite your lip and rub your soaked core against his tip. San's breath hitches, his face contorting with pleasure under the mask.

"Fuck, you're so wet," San groans, feeling your juices coat his tip. He teases you with the head of his cock, rubbing it along your entrance and circling your clit. He softly slaps his dick against your clit, causing you to inhale sharply.

“Stop teasing me, baby,” you whine. A soft chuckle vibrates out of San’s throat as he realigns himself with your entrance.

"Now, you're going to get what you asked for." With one powerful thrust, he buries himself inside of you, the table creaking beneath you. You throw your head back, your mouth wide open, and your eyes roll back. You feel the muscles in your core tighten at the sudden feeling of him buried inside of you. San chuckles darkly and slams his thick, heavy cock inside you in another brutal thrust. He watches as your face contorts with pleasure.

"There's a good girl, take Daddy's cock." He starts pounding into you relentlessly, his balls slapping against your ass with each deep thrust causing an array of moans to escape your lips. San grabs your waist and starts fucking you even harder, the table creaking beneath you.

"This is what you needed, huh? To be ruined by me?" He pulls out and slams back in, bottoming out inside of you repeatedly.

“Yes. Yes. This is what I needed,” you yelled, staccato moans filtering throughout the cabin with each thrust.

San trails his hand up your curves before wrapping his hand around your throat. He pushes you back slightly to where you barely hover over the table. Your elbows rest behind you, anchoring you to get a good view of him fucking into you. His hand squeezes tighter around your throat as you move your knees closer to your chest.

"Fuck yes, take it!" San snarls, sweat beading on his brow as he continues his relentless pace. His fingers find your clit again, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive bud as he pounds into your soaked cunt. Loud moans and groans echo throughout the cabin. The wooden table creaked violently with every rough and hard thrust.

"Louder, baby, I want every creature in this forest to know who’s pleasing you right now," San ordered, his pace quickening. He releases his hold on your throat and grips your knees instead, pushing them further back and spreading you wider. "Look at how well you're taking me, my Little Red."

You scream out to the heavens above as San hits that sweet spot within your core. The rapid thrust causing both of your hands to form into tight fists. If San weren't holding you open, you would have clamped your legs together from the amount of pleasure that was resonating throughout your body. Your pussy clenched around his cock, forcefully sucking him deeper into you.

"That's it, scream for me, baby," San groans, his hips snapping against yours with inhuman speed and force. The wet squelch of your pussy being stretched and filled echoes obscenely in the room. "Fuck, your pussy is gripping me so tight."

“Sannie, I can’t take it fuck,” you yell, your eyes closing shut and your fingers digging into the wood table, feeling yourself close to reaching an orgasm. San's hand tightens around your throat, cutting off your air supply slightly as he pounds into you.

"Not until I say so, baby." He leans forward, his face inches from yours as he speaks. "You're gonna come when I say you can, not a second before."

Another loud moan tries to escape your lips but is cut off by him squeezing tighter around your throat.

“It’s too much, baby,” you whine as his tip kisses your cervix repeatedly. San's eyes gleam behind his mask as he watches you struggle for breath. He speeds up his thrusts, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass filling the room.

"Too much what, baby? Too much pressure? Too much girth? Too much love?"

“Yes, yes, all of it fuck baby. I’m so close, please let me cum,” you beg, hoping he will have mercy on you just this once. San releases your throat, allowing you to gasp for air as he continues to fuck you mercilessly.

"Be a good girl and cum for me."

He reaches down and rubs circles on your clit, and that sends you over the edge. You moan his name repeatedly as if it’s a chant, as if you are worshipping your god. Your back arches, and your hips roll forward, pressing your core closer to him. You claw at the wooden table, visible marks forming on the varnishing. You start to see stars as he continues to pound into you. Your walls clench vigorously around his cock, causing San to let out a guttural moan.

San's eyes roll back as he feels your pussy milking his cock. He buries himself deep inside you, his tip pressing against your cervix as he holds still, allowing you to milk his cock for all it's worth. Without a warning, San released deep inside your throbbing pussy as your body jerks.

“Y/n, shit!” He yells.

Your eyes are completely shut for a moment, trying to savor the feeling of San completely destroying you. San glides his hands along your body, his dick twitching inside of you. You whine as you feel him pull out, his cum leaking from your core and dripping onto the wood floor. Your eyes flutter open, and you see San removing the wolf mask. His hair is drenched, and he looks so drunk off of you.

“That’s enough about me. Now it’s time for me to bow to my queen,” he says before getting on his knees and pressing his lips against your dripping core. You moan, and your eyes roll back when you feel San’s tongue shoot out and lap your cum filled entrance. He licks all the way up to your clit, flicking his tongue lightly. He licks up all the cum leaking from your pussy and then spits it against your core before sucking it back up. He then starts to suck on your clit, causing your head to spin. He moans against your core as he tastes you, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His hands grip your thighs, holding you open as he devours your pussy like a man starved.

You sit up and look down as he feasts on you. You see his hands digging into your skin and his eyes completely locked onto yours.

“Mmm, there’s that sexy face I love to see,” you whimper as he flicks his tongue on your sensitive clit.

“Your face gets so wet from being buried deep into my pussy. I love it when you worship me, Sannie,” you groan, grabbing onto his hair and pushing him deeper into your core. San lets out a muffled moan against you, his fingers tightening on your thighs. His tongue thrusts in and out of you in a rhythm that matches the pulsing of his hands on your skin.

"And I love worshipping you, baby," San expresses quickly against your pussy.

“Fuck, just like that,” you praise. San's tongue lashes out, lapping at your entrance before he draws your swollen bud into his mouth and sucks. He releases it with a popping sound before he buries his face against your core and moans, the vibrations making you tremble.

“San, if you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum,” you groan, looking down at him with hooded eyes.

San grins mischievously against your wet pussy, his eyes glinting with intent. He wraps his arms around your thighs, holding you in place as he redoubles his efforts, his mouth working overtime to coax a gushing release from your core.

"Then come for me, baby."

“Mmm,” you hum, throwing your head back. Your fingers are still held tight on his hair as you grind against his tongue. He alters between sucking and flicking on your clit, the sensation making you dizzy. You feel your release creeping up until your core snaps, and you start to cum. The feeling was too overwhelming as San continued to suck, making your core tighten around nothing.

Without warning, you start to squirt due to overstimulation. San let out a satisfied hum as he felt your warm release gush onto his face. He grins as he watches you come apart at the seams, your body convulsing as it releases wave after wave of your juices onto his face. He looks up at you with a smirk.

“It was a pleasure to please you, my queen," he expresses before kissing your throbbing pussy gently.

He gets up off his knees and presses a passionate kiss on your lips. You moan in ecstasy as you kiss him back eagerly, running your hands along his neck and jaw.

San's arms wrap around your waist as he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss. He loves how you taste your nectar on his lips. He smiles against your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip.

"We’re going to have to figure out how to get all this off the floor," San chuckled before looking at the large puddle on the wooden floor.

“We can figure that out after round 2,” you say, pulling away from his embrace and shuffling to the bed. You feel the heat radiate from your ass as he slaps it. The loud smack echoed through the cabin.

“Naughty little red.”

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campingatlittlemouse · 9 months ago

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Guys I swear I'm working on stuff for this I swear

Anyways here's some small "NeNe" doodles

#artwork #drawing #small artist #artists on tumblr #small project #original story #slaughter at camp little mouse #“NeNe”#Detective Lee #🏕

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zerothisnero · 10 months ago

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Sooooo I did it and I made a page dedicated to the Slaughter at camp little mouse thing I got going on

Haven't posted anything on there yet but I'm working on it feel free to go follow and support it if you'd like! won't be posting on there as much as I do on here since the page is going to be single handily runned by me without alot of help since it's just a small fun project for me to do

But yeah that's all I gotta say Bye!

#original story #small project #art #digital art #small artist #Slaughter at camp little mouse #nero blabbing

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animebw · 4 years ago

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Binge-Watching: Talentless Nana, Episodes 1-3

And so we begin! In which the premise turns out to be a complete lie, I worry we’re in for another School Live situation, and a delicious cat-and-mouse game begins.

Everything You Know Is Wrong

Alright, confession time: I knew there was gonna be a big twist waiting for me at the end of Talentless Nana’s first episode. I didn’t know the specifics, but from seeing people talk about this show last fall, I could hazard a guess. I pretty much expected the titular Nana to be some sort of killer the moment she showed up on screen. But in my mind, a good twist isn’t necessarily ruined just because you see it coming (See: I spoiled the shit out of Fate/Stay Night by watching Zero first and still loved all the twists seeing them play out in the narrative). And the twist Nana pulls at the end of episode 1 does something really damn cool: it reveals that basically everything you learned in that first episode is a lie. All the exposition we got about people with superpowers, the enemies of humanity, and the school training camp? Literal in-universe propaganda intended to pacify those following said propaganda into an easy death. Even the show’s title character lies about her abilities (or rather, lack of abilities), making us think Talentless Nana refers to someone entirely different. And then, the character we thought was the protagonist is sent plunging to his death, and we realize we’ve been duped hook, line and sinker.

So, what’s really going on in this world is that at some point, people started developing superpowers My Hero Academia style, and shit got real messy real fast. These superpowered people, called the Talented, caused some serious damage to the world, and the government decided they were better off executed so they couldn’t pose any more damage. To that end, a lie was constructed for society to believe: there are some nebulous “enemies of humanity” threatening our survival, and only the Talented can save us by training their superpowers to fight in the army. So they’re shipped off to deserted island high schools where they’re told they’re going to train their abilities, but in reality, they’re just being penned in like livestock so butchers like Nana can come in and slaughter them without anyone finding out. Nana has no superpowers herself; her only “talent” is her incredible ability to read people through their body language, appearance and words. That’s how she’s so effective at passing for a mind-reader; she might not be able to peer into people’s thoughts, but she can figure them out easily all the same. And she is damn good at figuring out how to lead these hapless kids to their death. That moment where she tricks the time-traveler into time-leaping into a frozen lake where no one will find him? I genuinely got chills there. All these kids think they’re living out a chuuni-ass shonen battke anime, unaware that’s just a lie they’ve been fed to make them easier to kill. That’s a nasty hook for a story, and I’m eager to see what directions Talentless Nana takes it.

Garish Coat of Paint

Still, I’d be lying if I said I was fully sold on this show yet. And the reason why is simple: I don’t know how much the chuuni-ass shonen battle anime it was pretending to be is gonna interfere with the Death Note-style battle-of-wits murder quest it actually is. The first episode was incredibly boring before we finally got the reveal of what’s going on. But I can’t really blame it; it’s pretty intentionally aping being just a bargain-bin trash anime cause that’s the lie the Talented were sold. Nanao is set up like any basic-bitch boring-ass protagonist dude; a little bit of daddy issues there, a little bit of bullying there, his lack of talent is secretly hiding The Coolest Talent of All, and the cute new transfer student instantly latches onto him and starts making googly eyes in his direction. The setting itself, meanwhile, is underbaked and nonsensical with lots of details that are just confusing: if this is supposed to be a training ground for superpowers, why are kids allowed to hide their superpowers? If I didn’t know going in there was more going on, I would have instantly dismissed this show as some cheap, pandering power fantasy slop before the big reveal. But of course, now that we’ve got the reveal, it’s clear that all this supposedly “sloppy” writing is basically the point, that it’s exactly the kind of chuuni power fantasy that a bunch of dumb teens with superpowers would believe without questioning it too hard, and that Nana’s pwecious good-girl act is a mask she puts on to earn her marks’ trust because, well, is there anything better than a cute, sweet anime girl in need of protection to make impressionable youths let their guard down?

In short, it makes total sense why the false world the Talented are living in is so dumb and uninteresting. But this dumb, uninteresting facade is still an integral part of the setting that the show necessarily has to spend time on. This is a dark anime where the characters are deliberately pretending to exist within a silly, cliche-ridden anime for the sake of plot, and they have to keep that illusion up so nobody finds out. But the dark stuff is the only part of that equation I find interesting because the cheery facade is so lame on its own merits. Few of the other students are that interesting, the overall setting is bland, and I don’t have much reason to be invested in the normal school stuff beyond watching Nana expertly piece together her classmates’ personality and powers so she can work out how to continue her murder spree. So in other words, we’ve got pretty much the exact same scenario as when I tackled School Live last year: it’s a dark show where the characters are pretending to be in a dumb show, and I feel like the dumb show is taking away my enjoyment of the dark show. Though to Talentless Nana’s credit, I did get a kick out of Nana herself being just as jaded as me about how dumb these characters and their fabricated world are. Being in her perspective for the majority of the show means we can break free of the illusion and recover with a nice cold glass of reality when we need a breather. As long as that remains true, I doubt the necessary evil of this show’s false skin will bother me too much.

Hot and Cold

That said, there’s another reason to hope that Nana’s not gonna let its dumber aspects bog it down too much: we’ve already got another character just as interesting and engaging as Nana herself. Kyouya is a fascinating character, and he pretty much perfectly walks the line of this show’s two modes. He’s a deadpan goofball with no idea of how to social interaction, but he’s also just as intelligent and observant as Nana. And you’re never quite sure how much he knows. Is his hilariously mismatched intense presence/softboi personality just him having no idea how to make friends, or is he also putting on a goofy act to hide his more calculating intentions? When he stims with Nana’s hair, is that just his quirky neurodivergence, or is he using that as an excuse to throw her off guard and make her think he just doesn’t get social expectations? We see Kyouka keeping a close eye on her even before she nocks her first kill, but did he suspect her from the start, or was that just him not knowing how to break the ice? Does he actually not know what a douchebag is, or is his hilarious gratitude at being taught a new swear word another disarming tactic? When Nana tries to blow him up, is his pointed monologue to her afterwards genuine cluelessness, or is he hinting to her that he’s got her dead to rights so she better not fuck around and find out? Or, more likely, is the truth some combination of those two extremes?

I love how the show keeps you guessing; this guy could be totally harmless, or he could be on the verge of unraveling this entire damn conspiracy. You’re always waiting with baited breath for the other shoe to drop and him to reveal just how much he’s figured out. Plus, his goofy side is actually funny! That gag with the seaweed in his hair? Perfection. Considering he was a exchange student just like Nana, I suspect he ‘s definitely got a lot more up his sleeve, but he’s damn good at keeping his true colors hidden. Color me excited as hell to see how he fits into this whole puzzle.

Odds and Ends

-Hmm... is Kyoya the guy we saw with the phone? Or is it Nana?

-”I read minds. But I kinda suck at reading rooms.” Okay, I like her.

-”You’re just using him as an excuse to come over here and ask me out!” skdjfhsdfh yeah okay I like her

-So why is Kyoka keeping an eye on Nana? What does he know?

-Okay but why is there no music in this scene is it supposed to be creepy or

-Woah, who just tried to push her off?

-Yeah, like, I’m not sure why we’re already treating this like a horror deal? This shot is framed like there’s about to be a murder, but it’s supposed to be an emotional moment.

-”Did you share your lunch with him?” “Of course I did.” OOF.

-”Where’s Nanao?” hooo boy that eye twitch

-Ooooh, that water-droplet distorted eye shot was cool.

-’i was just trying to make friends.” I genuinely don’t know if he’s being serious here or not.

-”Seaweed?!” slkdjsjldf who are you Kyouya

-”We had no choice but to bomb a town.” ...yeah, I’m trusting Nana’s bosses less by the second.

And with that, we’re on our way! This is definitely gonna be an interesting one, I can tell. See you next time!

#anime #the anime binge-watcher #tabw #talentless nana #munou na nana

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fortressclan · 4 years ago

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Bloodspeckle had lived many moons at this point in his life. Seen cats live and die, battles lost and won. He had seen many, many things. Not much surprised him anymore, or so he thought. However, it seemed the mercenaries Redstar had gained had made it their life goal to prove him wrong.

When Redstar announced the arrival of outside cats, that was when the remaining cats of Redclan had decided that the fight had gone on too long, and had left. Bloodspeckle couldnt blame them, but it did make his job a bit lonelier with only three other cats in the camp, one of which couldnt even communicate properly. Bloodspeckle found himself talking to his birds more during the period where the newcomers had joined the clan, finding more comfort in them than he did the others. He started dedicating more time to his work, spending less time with the clan. He could tell some of the cats who had known him before the others arrived were concerned, but he brushed them off, saying he was working harder to accommodate the sudden growing numbers. It was a lie. Why should he have to heal these buffoons who looked like they could barely fight a mouse, let alone a full cat? The day of the first battle was Bloodspeckle's first surprise.

Baystep and Firecrackle had volunteered to stay behind to guard the camp, while the rest had gone to the border of the two clans in a patrol. Apparently they had discussed earlier the plans of the battle, but Bloodspeckle had been paw deep in a loner's chest at the time, having been attacked by the loner and making them meet a quick end. The small group quietly split up to surround the small patch of land they sought to take, leaving Bloodspeckle with little clue on where to go. He took a look around, debating who to concern himself with first. It didnt take long, spotting the large mass of fur and what he prayed was muscle and not just more fur, and he slunked over beside the large tom. The tom, who Bloodspeckle remembered having been renamed Heavyclaw, looked down at him with a distrusting glare, and Bloodspeckle took a step to the side. He wasnt scared, he had lost the ability to fear a while back, but had enough manners to treat Heavyclaw with respect. The tom made a sound that Bloodspeckle took for one of thanks, before the quiet wait began. It took only a few heartbeats for the enemy patrol to come around, and immediately all hell broke loose. Bloodspeckle wasnt sure what to expect from the ragtag team of strays, but 'Slaughter' was definitely one way to describe it. It was Scorchleap who attacked first, picking a long lanky black tom who reminded Bloodspeckle of one of their own cats, Raccoonheart. Looking at the battlefield, he noticed various cats who looked strikingly similar, but Bloodspeckle brushed it off, having more important things to concern himself with. The battle didnt last long as he set down the herbs he had brought, and he watched as the large tom wrecked havoc on the Rushwing look alike. He swore he heard something snap as Heavyclaw slammed a paw down on the other- a rib, maybe?- before the retreat was called. The enemy patrol ran away, leaving their side victorious. Bloodspeckle quickly got to work and ran over with cobwebs and poultices, respect for the newcomers growing.

The second surprise came a moon later, while he was looking at a corpse he had 'found'. Bloodspeckle had tried to keep his work hidden from most, very aware of what reactions he would get. He had found nothing too interesting inside, much of the same stuff he had found many times, but when he looked up from his activities, he was surprised to find Baystep there, staring at the mess. At first Bloodspeckle didnt know how to react, and even began trying to find an excuse to why he was mucking around in some poor cat's body, but was rather stunned when Baystep walked over and began asking questions, unfazed by the body. "What does this little thing here do?" He had asked, leaving Bloodspeckle speechless before explaining with genuine excitement what he believed it to be. Excitement wasnt a feeling he felt very often at the time, but Baystep's interest and lack of morals had seemingly revived his passion. Not soon after did Bloodspeckle decide to give the others a chance, opening up a bit more and making time to talk to them. Bloodspeckle realized that clan life had dulled his senses as he learned more of these cats, and that there was much more outside of the clans than just patrolling and constant fighting.

The final surprise came three moons after the second. The presence of the others wasnt a foreign feeling anymore, and a welcome one at times. He had helped many with their injuries and sicknesses, and found himself enjoying his normal work once again. He was ecstatic when many had agreed to test some herbs for him, and looked forward to every visit he got. He had grown to become good friends with Baystep, and surpringly Heavyclaw. The latter often visited for any wounds he had recieved, and opened up when Bloodspeckle had begun to join in the fighting. More and more it seemed the large tom was coming in for smaller and smaller wounds, even coming in once for what Bloodspeckle suspected was a faked headache. Bloodspeckle didnt mind at all though, soon finding out Heavyclaw was much more than just a large and destructive cat. The two talked often while Bloodspeckle worked, giving Bloodspeckle some often much needed mental challenges with some topics they discussed. That morning Heavyclaw visited to check up on the medicine cat, having brought a rabbit to share. Bloodspeckle took a few bites inbetween sorting through his herbs, before Heavyclaw spoke. “You are sweet, when you want to be." That made Bloodspeckle pause for a second, processing what Heavyclaw had said. Sweet? Him? Bloodspeckle didnt vocalize his confusion and surprise, instead making inquisitive sound to push Heavyclaw to continue that train of thought so he could hop on and figure out exactly where the last stop was. "I have seen you with the others. You treat them kindly. In your own way. You play with the little Firefly, listen to tiny apprentice to amuse him. Heal Heavyclaw's and other's wounds, care for small prey." Bloodspeckle paused as he continued to list small things that had apparently added up. The garden he, Baystep, and Houndsnap had made. Giving poppy seeds to Hawkslash when he needed them, even if that happened to be when the sun was rising. Letting Scorchleap sleep in his den when the tom felt homesick after the camp changed, despite the fact the tom snored like a monster. Bloodspeckle was about to say something, about to brush Heavyclaw's examples as small signs of respect and nothing more, but paused as Heavyclaw began talking about those outside of their current clan. The mothers he had helped through birth, the endless battles and wounds that had never seemed to end. The secrets he had promised to keep a secret, even if it meant to break the code. Bloodspeckle had tried to get a word in throughout Heavyclaw's monologue, but shut his mouth with a click once Willowshine's name was mentioned.

"Loner told Heavyclaw." Heavyclaw explained, watching Bloodspeckle with a firm stare, before his voice dipped low and quiet. "Apprentice is not from clan. Heavyclaw is not dumb, I can tell. He-" Heavyclaw abruptly cut himself off, before shaking his head slightly to himself. Bloodspeckle could fill the blank in, though. "I've seen the vay Raccoonheart looks at him. Villowshine came to me ven she suspected she was expecting." Bloodspeckle said with a cold tone, warning Heavyclaw to be careful about the subject. The memory of Willowshine hurt a bit- she had been a good cat, and perhaps even a good friend at one point, and now she was just... gone. Of course, Bloodspeckle wasnt sure if Raccoonheart was entirely the father, but a part of him still wanted something, someone to blame. Heavyclaw simply nodded, and brought him out of his thoughts. "And you have not told a word to anyone, not even little apprentice. You have kept secret safe." Heavyclaw reasoned, wrapping his tail around his hind paws. "You can be sweet." He said with a tone that suggested anything Bloodspeckle could say would have no effect on his belief. Instead of fighting it though, Bloodspeckle sighed and shook his head. "Vatever you vish to believe, mein Kumpel." Bloodspeckle replied, as he let the memories go. Heavyclaw let out a sound that almost sounded like a chuckle, before the subject got changed. The two chatted a while more, before Heavyclaw had to excuse himself and leave. Bloodspeckle said goodbye as Heavyclaw ducked his way out of the entrance, and the medicine cat noted the barely touched rabbit still in middle of the den. Maybe Heavyclaw had been right, that he was growing soft and kinder to the new cats in the camp. While Bloodspeckle mightve hated and feared the idea in the past, Bloodspeckle wasnt entirely the same cat anymore. With hesitant curiousity, he welcomed the idea that these cats would remain a part of his life, even if it was for a short time. With all the surprises in his life, a few more couldnt hurt, could it?

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leafpool-loves-ashfur · 4 years ago

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Snowkit > Snowpaw > Snowmoon

Kit > Apprentice > Warrior > Loner

She-cat - ThunderClan

Parents: Rockblaze, Weedfeather

Unofficial Mother: Whiskerpelt

Siblings: Flintflower, Duckpetal, Oakbud, Thriftkit, Puddlekit

Unofficial Siblings: Tuftfrost, Sootie, Toadskip

Mentor: Mouseshine

Dark Forest Mentor: Snowshard

Snowkit was named after her grandmother, Snowshard, as she had perished a quarter-moon before her birth. Her father, Rockblaze, hoped she would redeem the prefix “Snow” so he wouldn’t have to associate it with his horrid, villainous mother. Snowkit was the last-born and the weakest of her litter. Her sister, Puddlekit, was born first, and her brother, Thriftkit, was the strongest and healthiest. Yet, despite that, she was the one to survive when leafbare hit and her siblings, including her older brother Oakbud, caught greencough. Her parents and older siblings mourned the death of their young kin when they died, although luckily Oakbud survived. Snowkit felt the loss of her siblings, although she was far too young to really understand. She was coddled by her parents and older siblings, and she enjoyed the attention a lot. The other nursery kits, Newtkit, Spiderkit, and Snailkit, always let her be the leader in their games too. She was even more thrilled when one day as she slept she was visited by the spirit of her grandmother, the one she was named after. Snowshard.

Snowshard told her she was the reason Snowkit had survived leafbare- that it was her spirit keeping her warm and healthy, and that it was their shared names- Snow- that gave them the power to survive leafbare. Leafbare was their kingdom. Needless to say, Snowkit enjoyed the praise and the “help” from her kin. It never once crossed her mind to be suspicious of the fact her grandmother was not from StarClan, but the Dark Forest, a fact Snowshard never hid although never directly stated. Snowkit trained under her grandmother, delighted to be the special kit in the Dark Forest. [[Thistlesong]], the leader or "mother" of the Dark Forest, even praised her- they were kin, after all. Snowkit was having the time of her life. She even met a friend there, a young warrior by the name of Tuftfrost who had fought off two fading Dark Forest spirits when they tried to attack Snowkit when Snowshard wasn’t around. The two became close friends, and, seeing as they were kin through Thistlesong, both thought of each other as brother and sister.

She was apprenticed to Mouseshine when she became Snowpaw. Her apprenticeship took longer than most other's seeing as she often slacked off or whined or wanted others to do her work for her and always made up excuses. She hated Mouseshine’s urging to learn to do things on her own, when Snowpaw believed Mouseshine to be a bit of a “damsel in distress” herself. It was Tuftfrost who actually got her to learn to be a little more independent, although she still relied heavily on him. It was him saying that they lived in different clans and territories, so he wouldn’t be able to protect “his little sister” always. Snowpaw came up with the idea for them to meet at the border, or to have Tuftfrost mask his scent and watch her from the trees. The two often shirked their duties to talk and train with each other.

One day, Snowpaw learned that Amberheart was mates with a kittypet named Freddy, after following her when she was acting suspicious. She consulted with her Dark Forest friends and mentors on what to do. When Amberheart was killed while visiting him, Snowpaw was the only one who knew the truth (Tuftfrost too, seeing as she told him). Snowpaw informs Loudnose, son of Amberheart, of the truth of his heritage, and threatens to tell the whole clan he was half-kittypet and his mother a traitor to the clan if he didn’t do what she wanted. Loudnose agreed. Shortly after, Snowpaw finally gained her warrior name, Snowmoon. When Loudnose is put on patrol with Spotstorm and Oakbud, Snowmoon finally sees an opportunity to use her blackmail to her advantage. Snowshard had slowly manipulated her to hate her kin that didn’t follow the path Thistlesong had laid out for them, and Snowshard told Snowmoon to take out Spotstorm- Snowshard’s own sister, who had never agreed with what Snowshard had done- and Oakbud- who Snowshard believed was a “disgraceful soft kittypet of a warrior”. Snowmoon ordered Loudnose to lead them to BoneClan- a group of rogues- territory, and he begrudgingly did so. BoneClan rogues who had been in contact with the Dark Forest and knew of the plan, immediately slaughtered Spotstorm and Oakbud. To Snowmoon’s surprise, she felt regret at what she had done, knowing Oakbud had always been so happy and bright, and so eager to coddle his little sister (although she shook the thought away, reminding herself Tuftfrost was her only true brother), and that Spotstorm had always been kind, if not distant, and never hesitated to offer advice. Loudnose is distraught at what he’d done, and threatens Snowmoon that he’ll reveal to ThunderClan that she plotted murder with BoneClan. She sneeringly tells him that if he does that, she’ll drag him down with her- after all, he had lead them to their deaths, and she still held his kittypet blood over his head too. They both blackmail each other into silence.

Mouseshine dies from greencough, and Snowmoon finds herself surprised that she feels sad to see her mentor go, as much as they never got along. Snowmoon, once again, convinces herself that Snowshard was her only true mentor. She quickly moves on, following Snowshard’s orders to kill her “stupid, mouse-brained” sister, Duckpetal. Tuftfrost gives Snowmoon deathberries that she gives to Duckpetal, claiming they were “really sweet tasting berries!” Duckpetal fails for it and dies of poisoning. When the clan confronts her, Snowmoon cries and pretends she didn’t know they were deathberries. She gets away with it, the only one knowing the truth being Loudnose. Next, seeing as Ashstar, more of her “traitorous” kin, was on his last life, she makes up a convincing story about how the Dark Forest were haunting her dreams and she knew he used to be allies with them and if he knew how to make them go away. Ashstar visits the Dark Forest, only to be ambushed and mauled to death. Harestar becomes the new leader of ThunderClan, and no one is the wiser, not even Loudnose, that she had played a strong part in Ashstar’s death. Even Ashstar is not certain whether she knew of the ambush or not, that is, until he glimpsed her taunting him from the Dark Forest while he was in StarClan.

Loudnose begins confronting and arguing with Snowmoon more, so she decides to torment him further, becoming good friends with his ex-mate, Sheeptail, and her kits, Shinepaw, Fallowpaw and Volepaw. She plants ideas in Sheeptail’s head, and encourages her wrath at her former lover taking on a new mate, Newtpond, and having kits with her, Horsekit, Pearkit and Lightkit. Sheeptail ends up attacking Newtpond and her kits in the nursery in a wild rage. She wounds both Newtpond and Lightkit, but is killed before she can harm them further. Snowmoon is briefly horrified at the thought of innocent kits dying, but quickly stomps the emotions away. Sheeptail and Snowshard encourage Snowmoon and Volepaw, now Volefang, to plot together to kill Loudnose, so they do. Snowmoon leads Loudnose away from camp while Volefang trails them, and Tuftfrost secretly watches from the trees. Loudnose is under the belief they are going to have another “blackmail session” when Volefang suddenly appears and slaughters him. Snowmoon left Volefang to have her fun, chatting and joking with Tuftfrost. Suddenly, Tuftfrost says he smells a patrol coming their way and hides in the trees. Snowmoon bolts back to camp. Not that much later, a patrol carried a blood-covered Volefang into camp. Seeing as Harestar was out of camp, Antfall, the deputy, was left to decide Volefang’s fate, as it was made clear she was ready to kill the warriors pinning her down and run. He agrees to kill her, and her clanmates quickly go for the killing bite. Volefang fights to stay alive, calling upon Snowmoon for help. Snowmoon freezes up and stays silent. Volefang calls her a traitor for not helping her. Once Volefang is killed, the clan questions whether Snowmoon was involved with Loudnose’s murder- she was good friends with Volefang, and it was known she and Loudnose never got along. Snowmoon denies everything.

At night, Snowmoon bolts out of camp, meeting Tuftfrost at the border. She had never felt so afraid in her life. She doesn’t want to face the consequences of her actions and Tuftfrost suggests they run away. She agrees and they promptly leave the clans. Snowshard, Sheeptail and Volefang haunt her dreams, trying to convince her to go back to the clans and help kill more cats- even calling her a coward and pathetic, as she had never even killed a cat with her own claws before, and that she had never been the smartest murder planner anyway. Tuftfrost and Snowmoon get as far away as possible, going to the Twolegplace, where, to their surprise, they meet Whiskerpelt, Sootpatch- now Sootie, and Toadskip, all ShadowClan warriors who left. The run-a-way criminals settle down with the three, not admitting to their crimes and dark past, although the three had their suspicions. To Tuftfrost and Snowmoon’s surprise, the three were rather accepting and mellow, not holding many grudges and just happy to be away from the drama that was clanlife. They were well-pampered by the twolegs too, and had fun exploring the alleyways and rooftops. They even had a few kittypet friends they liked to play with. Life seemed… relaxed and fun, here, no dark spirits haunting them in their dreams, no bloodshed, no plotting, no bloodline and kin you had to follow, no rules except your own… Tuftfrost and Snowmoon grew to love it, and started viewing the three former ShadowClan warriors as their adopted kin, seeing Whiskerpelt as a calm and caring mother, far different from their “mother” that was Thistlesong, an evil and conniving she-cat, and Sootie and Toadskip as their sisters, both energetic, welcoming and joyful. Secretly, they reminded Snowmoon of Oakbud, but less smothering with love. It sent both guilt and love shimmering through her.

They put their past to rest and spent the rest of their lives carefree with their new found family.

Fun Fact: The Two-legs called her “Snow White”.

“Small, (weak) round white she-cat with soft fur and golden-amber eyes.”

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gatorsnot · 5 years ago

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Tangleburr’s belly lurched painfully and her throat convulsed as she vomited into the ferns. She gasped, trying to get her breath back as she licked her lips free of the disgusting slime. The mouse she had eaten that morning had been so stale and foul that it hardly passed as fresh-kill, she doubted even a crow would’ve picked at it, and she was surprised it hadn’t sickened her sooner.

From behind, she heard her brother, Deerfoot, approach from where he waited among the roots of a tree. “Are you finished?” he asked.

Coughing, Tangleburr nodded.

“If you say so,” the brown and gray tom meowed. He rose to his paws and beckoned with his tail. “Come on, we’d better hurry up and finish marking the borders so we can have Runningnose check you out. If whatever you have is catching, we don’t want you spreading it to the rest of the Clan.”

Hauling herself to stand, Tangleburr fought the urge to lean on Deerfoot. She still felt queasy and a bit lightheaded, but she forced herself to keep her jaws clamped and her body upright. The only reason she ate that rotten mouse was because she had no choice - Brokenstar had demanded that every cat focus all their energy on fighting and battle training, he deemed hunting a waste of time. “Every cat will be responsible for finding their own meals,” he had declared at a Clan meeting. “The only cats who shall gather food for for others will be queens for their kits until they are apprenticed, all other cats will fend for themselves.”

Yet again, no one had seen Brokenstar turning a paw to find anything for himself. Many had suspected he crept off alone to catch personal fresh prey while the rest of ShadowClan scavenged for crowfood or the remains of carcasses. Sorry flea-bitten pile of fox dung.

Deerfoot seemed to have read his sister’s thoughts. He let out a snort as a frog hopped out from the water as the two cats stalked along the edge of a pond. “Live prey seem to mock us now,” he hissed. “You bet your pelt that I’d catch that frog and swallow it whole if I knew no one would smell blood on my breath when we got back to camp. Crowfood tastes worse than I ever imagined it to.”

Tangleburr’s stomach gurgled nauseatingly. The mere thought of eating made her feel sick again. “Yeah,” she croaked out.

“You know what?” Deerfoot whispered. As the frog bobbed a little further away, he dropped into a hunting crouch. Slowly, he crept forward, silent as a snake with his eyes fixed on his anticipated prize. Tangleburr watched as Deerfoot eased himself into a perfect position, found a perfect range to pounce, and then he practically soared through the air and snatched the amphibian in his claws.

“GET OFF OF ME!”

An ear-splitting yowl startled Deerfoot so badly that he reared up in terror. The frog bounded back to the pond and disappeared under the rippling surface of the boggy water.

“Get moving, you waste of fur! How dare you disobey my orders, I’ll teach you to undermine me!”

Just as Deerfoot and Tangleburr were about to charge in the direction of the voices, the large shape of a dark brown tabby burst from the reeds, a slightly smaller and thinner light brown tabby in his teeth. It was Brokenstar and Lizardstripe! The aging she-cat struggled in the ShadowClan leader’s hold, the only thing that prompted him to release was when Lizardstripe struck him in his right ear with her claws. She tumbled away, but was back on her paws in an instant, back arched and growling.

“Lizardstripe!” Deerfoot rushed to his mother’s side, but Brokenstar thrust his muzzle into his face. “Back off!” Deerfoot spat. “What in StarClan’s name are you doing to our mother?”

Brokenstar looked twice his normal sized with his fur all flared out and his muscles hunched, large and intimidating. “Don’t you dare speak to me in that tone, warrior!” he screeched. “I am your leader, move aside and stay out of this, or your throat will be the one I tear out next!”

“No!” Deerfoot snapped.

“You miserable kit of a rogue,” Lizardstripe snarled. Despite looking rather shaken and her state of malnutrition, her amber eyes glittered fiercely at Brokenstar, her tail lashing. “You have no right to be called the leader of ShadowClan, or any Clan. StarClan’s kits, I doubt even a band of rogues would accept you!”

Brokenstar lunged to knock the old cat aside, claws unsheathed, but Tangleburr tackled him. “Stop this!” she yowled.

The ShadowClan leader tossed his assailant off with a shake. “I hate all of you!” he screamed. “First, this withered old elder thought she could humiliate me in front of my deputy and warriors when I ordered her to clear out my den and replace my nest, then she had the nerve to call me lazy in front of the entire Clan when she caused a scene! I am not an apprentice to be ordered around and degraded, I am your leader and it is the word of the warrior code that you listen to me and do as I say!” Spittle bubbled at Brokenstar’s lips as he advanced on Lizardstripe once again. He looked so deranged, so wild as he growled and spat and lashed his bent tail. “I think you’ve forgotten that I am not a meek little kit for you to mistreat anymore, old cat!”

“What nonsense are you spitting now?” Deerfoot challenged. He stood defiantly in front of Lizardstripe, his claws outstretched in case Brokenstar tried to leap at her again. “It’s not our fault you were a troublesome furball as a kit, it’s not like you had actual parents to keep you in line!”

With a furious yowl, Brokenstar swiped his claws across Deerfoot’s muzzle, drawing blood as the tom went down. “Says the cat who was at least privileged with acknowledgement and suckling rights, while I was always the one who was pushed away and harassed!”

Tangleburr’s hackles raised as she joined Deerfoot’s side, helping him up while also acting as a barrier between the enraged ShadowClan leader and their mother. “Why are you digging up things that are long forgotten by now?” she hissed.

“Long forgotten-” Brokenstar briefly broke off into incredulous laughter, which unnerved the three battered cats before him. “What a joke, for such things to be ‘long forgotten’!” He used the entirety of his body weight to push Tangleburr into Deerfoot, and the two warriors crashed backward into Lizardstripe, leaving them all in a scrambling heap. As Brokenstar snarled ferociously and stood over them, Tangleburr realized that he was indeed right; he was no longer the small, motherless, seemingly out-of-place kit no cat had stepped forward to claim. He was the son of Raggedstar, but no cat was sure who his birth mother had been. There had been speculation and talk, and all the gossip and assumption had made him an easy target for aggression among his adoptive family, who Tangleburr remembered resenting him relentlessly - herself included.

Lizardstripe struggled to her paws. Her flanks heaved, her ribs were beginning to show after a moon or so of not eating properly and the access work she was expected to do despite age rapidly catching up with her. “You were nothing but another tick on my tail,” she snapped. “About as tolerable as a thorn in my eye or a ripped claw. It wasn’t my fault that Mudclaw wanted kits while I didn’t, and then here comes Raggedstar and Yellowfang moseying right along into the nursery with an extra mouth for me to feed when I barely had enough milk for the three I was already stuck with. At least my actual kits had potential and listened to me, while you were defiant and full of yourself from the start, making things harder than they had to be for everyone!”

Brokenstar leaped clean over Tangleburr and Deerfoot, tackling Lizardstripe and the two tabbies became a yowling storm of teeth and claws. Screeching, Deerfoot flung himself onto Brokenstar’s back and tried to get a hold of his neck, but the larger tom flipped over and crushed him against the ground. Tangleburr went for his belly, but Brokenstar slashed her across the face and then tore into her hind leg, teeth biting down to the bone. “Not so easy to pick on now, am I?!”

Tangleburr caterwauled and struggled and scratched, she could see Deerfoot struggled to stand and Lizardstripe was a trembling heap on the ground, fighting for breath as a deep gash in her shoulder wept scarlet. A sunburst of blood spattered as Brokenstar clenched his jaws tighter around her leg, the pain was absolutely unbearable as Tangleburr fought desperately to escape his vicious grip. Finally, Brokenstar lifted her up by her thrashed leg and slammed her into Deerfoot, and both warriors could only lay together on the muddy ground, their chests heaving for air.

Breathless with fury, Brokenstar turned sharply to Lizardstripe, who was crouching and blinking fearfully up at him. “As for you,” he growled. “Either get out of ShadowClan land and never return or I kill you and your precious kits that are so full of potential. That’s as merciful as I’ll be with any of you sorry furballs; either way, I’m done with you and I won’t ever have to look at your retched hide again.”

“But-” Lizardstripe began.

“Are you choosing death?” Brokenstar cut her off.

“Listen to him, mother,” Tangleburr gasped out at last, her voice hitching as jolts of agony shot through her like lightning. The shooting pain in her leg was so intense she could barely force herself to speak at all, but she wasn’t just going to lay there and let this entitled barbarian slaughter Lizardstripe in front of them over a lousy nest and the pain of the past. “Deerfoot, Runningnose, and I will be just fine on our own. Save yourself and run, he’s not worth it!”

Lizardstripe looked wide-eyed at her daughter. She was still shaking and hyperventilating, obviously still reeling from the terrifying confrontation, but she swallowed hard and glared and Brokenstar, a growl replacing her breathless horror. “ShadowClan isn’t the same ShadowClan I grew up in with you leading it,” she snarled. “I’d rather be a kittypet than endure another day of eating filth so disgusting that a dog wouldn’t think of touching it and letting your brainwashed cats sharpen their claws on me for the sake of battles that haven’t come yet.”

Brokenstar snorted and growled.

“Away I go.” The old light brown tabby shakily rose to her paws, limped a ways into the trees before stopping and gazing at the kits she raised on last time before disappearing into the fog.

Brokenstar merely watched her go, a cruel mew of satisfaction escaped him. “She’ll make a fine meal for the rats in Carrionplace,” he declared. “That is, if a fox doesn’t make pickings of her first.”

Just then, Clawface and Blackfoot exploded into the clearing just as Lizardstripe was out of sight. “Brokenstar,” they meowed in unison.

Brokenstar turned to face his confidants. “Just dealt with an unsavory intruder lurking in the mist, that’s all. I drove her away.” Harshly, he grabbed Deerfoot by the scruff of his neck and tossed him at Blackfoot’s paws. “Not that this useless excuse for a warrior helped. Take him to the training area and let the apprentices and younger warriors practice their ambushing skills on him; it might even motivate him to be more productive and loyal in the future.”

“Yes, Brokenstar. Come now, Deerfoot, up on your paws! You heard the leader.” Blackfoot nipped Deerfoot until he rose up and, shooting a snarl and a glare back at Brokenstar, allowed himself to be herded away by the larger tom.

Clawface stepped forward. “Tangleburr is hurt,” he observed. “Shall I fetch Runningnose?”

Tangleburr’s breath caught in her throat ad Brokenstar studied the damaged he’d caused to her leg. “Yes,” he concluded at last. “She is to be healed as quickly as possible, you see. I have arranged for her to mate with Stumpytail and bear his kits so ShadowClan shall have new warriors in the coming moons. We’re going to need them for the battle with WindClan I have planned.”

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i’ve really, REALLY wanted to do a piece featuring brokenstar and his abusive adoptive family, and i’ve had this in my files for awhile! but i’ve been sick with a sinus infection for the past couple of days, so forgive me if this feels rushed or uneven ;~;

also NO: i am NOT trying to paint brokenstar in a positive light; he was a terrible cat who did terrible things, and i do not personally see his shitty childhood as an excuse to justify his behavior as an adult or make it okay that he did all those things. a confrontation scene between him and at least lizardstripe would’ve been very interesting to see in-canon, and this is just a take on that.

and yes, lizardstripe basically called him a son of a bitch

#dawn draws #warrior cats #warriors #brokenstar #lizardstripe #deerfoot #tangleburr #shadowclan #tw: abuse #tw: violence #tw: victim blaming #tw: vomit

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