#the 12 clans

[the-witch-of-woods-beyond]

imagine if instead of praimfaya, the 100 s4 picked up from azgeda taking control of polis and the 12 clans. they declare war on skaikru and all the clans that resist them and let’s say they take clarke as a prisioner of war because she’s wanheda so people will follow her.

and roan is injured so azgeda is being led by a “villain” character, maybe echo, another prince, or have ontari survive (???) and he has to be smuggled out of the city for his safety.

but it’s just expanding on grounder culture and history and all the clans and how an actuall, full-blown war changes and shapes the characters.

[stemclann]

Bonus post !

Here's to one year of Stemclan backgrounds, some more hasardous than others.. I hope you'll find them fun ! I sure had a lot of it drawing it, and I'm impressed with how nice the finishing gradient looks !

[kavalyera]

sascha vykos

[serbianvriska]

kim jihoon make a heathcliff sayo id and my life is yours

[kruk-art]

January Day 12 - Malkavian

Made it!

[leal-hound]

some anihita lore

last of her clan, all of her clan, caro of the sweet meat. ship of theseus, do you own your crew? or are you a vessel for something outside of your flesh?

[bennyb0i0]

Shino gifs!

[pilkypills]

Hey other people who like fembagginshield when you picture it do you also imagine the other members of the company genderswapped or nah or like a little of both

[macaroonkitti]

PLA replay means I have an excuse to post these

Irida redesign here btw :)

[skykashi]

Okay, I'm going to say something because I've been seeing the fandom crapping on Hinata for being a housewife since the end of Naruto and it just doesn't sit well at all with me, so before saying anything just to clarify, Hinata isn't even among my top ten favorite characters so I'm absolutely neutral here but I keep seeing memes like this

And jokes being made about her and that "eVeRYoNe iN hEr gENeRaTioN iS dOiNg imPoRtAnT jOBs wHiLe sHe's mObBiNg aNd cLeAniNg" and stuff and like, I don't understand what's wrong with being a housewife?!!! What's wrong with choosing the life that you actually want? If someone feels like their kids and house is their priority and that they want to dedicate their life to it, then good for them! Good for them for knowing what they want and going for it, there's absolutely nothing wrong with that!. Hinata was told since she was born that she's the Hyuga clan's heiress who's expected to train and be a strong ninja so she can lead her clan after her father, just because she happened to be born as his eldest child and she had to live through the constant disappointment of her father her entire life and yet when she grew up, she went against all of that and actually chose what she wants for her life not what was expected of her, despite the pressure of her clan and father and traditions, at the end she chose to do what she wants for her life not what they wanted her to be, and that actually imho makes incredibly strong because strength is not just about muscles or super alien ninja powers, it takes a lot of courage and strength to go against your society/clan/family and do what you know is right for you not what they think you were born to be. And you know what? Domestic work is still important hard work and having a job doesn't make anyone more superior than a full-time Stay-at-home parent who doesn't always have the luxury of having weekends, days off and annual leaves or sick leaves, who can't just take a break and abandon their responsibilities no matter how tired or sick they are.

[comikadraws]

As a general rule of thumb, Sasuke has crazy good intuition. If he realizes something and you have no reason to believe he is currently being manipulated, he's probably right.

[sobbingscripter]

DAY 1: A partridge in a pear tree

☃️A Zen'in Christmas☃️

Tags: [I hate this man with a PASSION][smash with the lights off][mating press][mistletoe][arranged marriage][m4f][fem! reader][sloppy][Naoya doesn't celebrate Christmas because he believes it's a 'commoner' holiday]

❄️☃️❄️

After being forced to marry into the Zen'in clan, you learnt quite a few things about them.

Their Christmas parties are ASS.

Stupidly extravagant with over-the-top desserts and mixtures of deconstructed, gluten-free quiches that seem like they were made by someone who's favourite spice is flour.

And not to mention, you'd bet your left flap that Naoya is the killer of Christmas spirit. To each proposal of cheer, he counters with a depressing family story that took place on Christmas.

You're sure it's just because he wants to watch the glimmer of childlike wonder to leave your eyes.

You're deep in thought when you bump into Naoya, right in the doorway of your shared room. "Shit, my bad." You mumble, stepping back because for someone who hates other people invading his space, he sure loves to invade yours.

"What's... This?" He motions to the festive plant, dangling from the frame of the doorway and you follow his golden gaze.

"A mistletoe." You answer with a hum. "When two people stand under it, they have to kiss under it."

His full lips from an 'o' shape, nodding his head of shaggy hair like he understands the concept, before a grin creeps onto his face. Maniacal and damn chilling, only softened by the dimples in his cheeks.

Naoya doesn't understand the concept of a mistletoe.

Nor does he want to.

He likes the version in his head. Where rather than kissing you, he has your knees pressed against your chest, plush tits against squishy thighs and watching the way your colourful tongue lolls like a fucking bitch in heat.

"Look at you." He grunts, cocky grin planted on his face as broad hands readjust their grip on the backs of your thighs, golden eyes locked on your flushed face as your hands claw at him, manicured nails digging into his biceps.

"So fucking needy for a little deep dicking." He enunciates his point with a particularly hard thrust, the tip of his cock smearing precum against your cervix with each, sloppy kiss it gives, and your eyes damn near roll back in your head.

Your back is against the lush carpet that lines your bedroom floor, your dress hiked up to your hips and the neckline pulled down low enough for his eyes to drink in the way your pretty tits bounce with each rough piston of his hips.

"...fuck...you .."

You can barely spit out the insult, your mind fuzzy and pretty eyes unfocused.

Naoya fucks mean. Brutal hips, hands leaving bruising indentations in your soft skin and lips spitting insults that would have you huddled in a corner.

"...'s positions real easy to switch holes in, sweetheart." His voice is condescending, but you can't find the heart to punch him in the throat while he's drilling you into the hideous carpet of his private quarters.

Veins and his ridged crown drags against your walls with each piston of his hips, as he slows to an almost passionate pace, savouring the way your gummy walls cling to him, his eyes focused on your puffy pussy lips, spreading around him.

One of Naoya's hands move, sliding down your torso towards your face before moving to cup one of your ruddy cheeks, wet with trickling tears of overstimulation and pleasure.

"Mm.... So pretty when you shut the fuck up."

He leans forward, guiding each of your legs to his broad shoulders and he leans forward, kissing your lips sloppily, and you feel him reach a spot that damn near has your eyes bulging like a stress toy.

His tongue is warm and wet, brushing against yours and thoroughly claiming the wet cavern, until he pulls away, a strong of goopy saliva connecting between the two of you.

Naoya pulls out of you with a wet 'pop', his cock still hard as he tucks himself back into his boxers, and just....

Leaves you in a crumpled pile on the carpet, forcing your hazy eyes to lock onto the mistletoe you'd hung above the doorway, in a cute attempt to bring the festive season to the Zen'in compound.

God knows they need Santa and all the wonders and cheer.

Once you manage to pull yourself back together, you smooth out your hair and tug your dress back into place, before moving towards the Christmas 'party' in the lower quarters.

No carols, only... Sad excuses for decorations and the saddest looking tree you've ever seen. All... Leaning to the side, giving you the 'please decorate me better' branches.

You don't look or even think of Naoya. Because in a way, he's like Candyman. You say his name and he'll show up to kill your spirit.

But it's too late. That scent of sandalwood and a hint of cinnamon brushes against your nose as Naoya passes behind you, his voice low and husky.

"I'm coming for that ass."

[stemclann]

Moon 12 ! We're reaching the final moon of our first year with these cats !! I wonder where this is all going to lead now that another group is in sight...

[bigeloo]

[cutely hits Magnus with a couple of animal beams]

[coyoteclan]

oops

big win for everyone who wanted Dancingheart to be a med cat all along but at the cost of more death :(

trying out some art stuff so let me know what you think for this moon lol, I did this all in one night

[cheekypenguu]

Moon 12!