#then sun grew on me

[selineram3421]

Sigh..

I have a confession to make.

At first I wasn't i to this fandom. Played the game like once or twice and was like: Cool. The fox is my favorite.

Then just brushed it aside and only watched the gameplays. Wasn't into it much.

Until..

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Assholes brought in fucking Astronomical Characters!

Read the tags for more lol.

I'll roll myself into a burrito now and crawl away.

[wyervan]

how tall are the slasher boys. i must know. for science. 👁️👁️

I dont have a super specific height in mind, but I do draw them close to your standard American doorframe which I do know to be 6’8” (sry freedom units 🦅)

Hope this helps with your science 🧪 . I wish you all the luck on proving your hypothesis

[puppyeared]

i wrote this as a joke because I wanted to strangle a guy watching tiktoks without headphones on the bus, but im genuinely disturbed that we've gotten to a point where convenience comes first. and it depresses me even more that its used to justify and monetize greed

[urdreamgirls-dreamgirl]

no offense but steve and nancy’s talk in the woods in season 4 was hands down the worst thing stranger things has ever done

[luck-of-the-drawings]

(OLD OC SKETCHES) Meet Sunnabelle Von Sunnoviche, final daughter of the Sunnoviche family. Peeking from behind a window, she witnessed a wizards final spell, one that reduced the world to a wasteland. Her noble blood damned her to [HELL], but unwanting to suffer with her family, she made a deal with the devil. She now hunts in his name. The top of her head was taken by the blast on that day. The fires of her spirit have boiled her blood into a super-heated plasma.

[heliosphere-underthesky]

Taken from Sun and Mercury's visit to Earth. Walking through sunflower fields together. 🌻

[creepyscritches]

do people who heehaw at giant american drinks think that americans always finish the drink during the meal. my partner and I get huge drinks to split throughout a day. You wish you could get a day of tasty sippies at the gas station for 79¢ when it's 98°F and 200% humidity

[donghyuckkies]

oh also, my dear caratuals, i see your spill the feels sets on my dash and they look amazing however i will not be reblogging anything related to this comeback, hope you can understand <3

[zhoudadudugongjin]

[kris-mage-fics]

okay i already asked about random facts but how about smth more specific: What kind environment does Kyrah prefer? (mountians, sea, wet and overcast, dry heat, ect) You've probably gone into this somewhere but what magic is she worst at?

Kyrahlise is used to the forests around Vale, which I imagine to have generally mild, temperate weather. She does like it there, it's familiar, and she knows that type of forest well. But it's also hard to go back to the areas she grew up in, so she tends to just pass through and tries not to think about what she left behind.

She's spent some time in the Southern Crescent, and ended up adoring it! If she hadn't joined the Shepherds, I could see her settling down in Conte. Mostly because she loooves the heat! Kyrah doesn't handle the cold well. Some say this is because she has a bit of Elvish blood, but she always claims all she got was the ears, lol

Kyrah also loves the mountains, but hates how fucking cold it is. The first time she crossed the Shield Peaks, there was an evening that had a gorgeous sunset. She happened to turn back towards the mountains and saw the glaciers awash in the colors of the sunset and fell in love! Ever sense then she's adored the mountains, and draws and paints them as much as she can when she's nearby. (Now y'all know why she was being so stubborn with Blade in that snippet and still found a way to paint the mountains of The Reach, lol!)

As for magic, Kyrahlise is absolutely the worst at Arcane magic! The thing is, she understands the theory and math behind it, but she can't seem to get it to work in practice. So she can talk to Red and keep up with the conversation. Ask her to actually do any of it and somehow the math and theory just disappear out of her head. It's very frustrating for her, because she's used to being able to stubbornly push through until she's good at something.

By Chapter 9, Kyrah is actually pretty good at Astral magic. It was very much a case of her pushing herself until it clicked. She wanted to broaden her skills, because she relies on her Psionic magic so much and she thought that might bite her in the butt at some point. (Sure enough, having decent Astral magic was a real boon in Chapter 8!)

[chenziee]

one day, I will feel confident enough in my writing to not rely on outside validation to survive

today is, sadly, not that day

[seveneyesoup]

also the set was. tight. like you hear about a tight set and you’re like okay you’re just saying words but they got through that shit. no messing around they got on stage they played there was a little talk but less than i’ve seen, they left, blood played, they came back for inok and helena and that was it. absolutely zero nonsense which is an insane contrast bc my day has been chock full of nonsense from other bands

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

I'm only 217 pages into The Sun and the Star, but holy- I LOVE THIS BOOK SO MUCH *happy happy happy stims*

[cynical-things]

i actually HATE holiday clothes shopping

[waywardsalt]

so. i've had an idea for a warrior cats fanfiction story, and have spent the last few years hammering out characters, the clans, how they work, the story... a whole lot of stuff. i've tried writing it before, and right now i don't have a current draft of early chapters, but I did recently write out a scene from much later in the story, and i'm pretty happy with it, soooo... here! a warrior cats fic scene i wrote in like an hour a week ago

By the time she led ShadeClan to the Gathering site, Emberstar felt her anxieties lessen. Her foreleg ached from the effort of the journey, but she kept her head high. Beside her, Acornfall glanced back at their clan, then nodded over to Emberstar. He led the clan down into the Gathering hollow, and Emberstar padded over to the slope up to the leader’s perch. PineClan and CliffClan cats were already quietly milling about in the hollow, and up on the overhang she could see Lakestar and Wolfstar waiting. There was no MoorClan scent among the gathered cats.

              Emberstar made her way up the slope she’d seen Gorsestar and Froststar before her traverse. It was a thin path, slowly becoming steeper and steeper as she slunk closer to the overhang, finally reaching the steep, gravelly slope that led up to the leaders’ perch. Down at the base of the cliff, she could see Acornfall joining the other deputies with a polite nod of his head, and Troutfoot was carefully weaving her way through the crowd to meet with the other healers. Emberstar twitched her whiskers when Lakestar and Wolfstar noticed her. She crouched and tensed her back legs and leapt up the slope.

              It wasn’t enough to reach the top, but she reached out with her forepaw and sunk her claws into the loose gravel and dug her back paws into the ground to keep from slithering back down. She slowly inched forward, moving a kittenstep at a time, but she kept her eyes fixed on the other leaders, more determined than ashamed of herself. Emberstar forced herself up the slope, but her heart skipped a beat when the gravel under her paw proved too loose to get a good enough grip- so close to the top, too. What a shame she had no other forepaw to lash out and find a grip with.

              Emberstar felt herself begin to slide back down the slope, but a pair of jaws grasped her by the scruff and hoisted her up onto the overhang. She clawed at the grass and stumbled a step when let go and turned to meet Wolfstar’s amused gaze. “Careful there, three-paw,” the CliffClan leader gruffly purred. “It’s bad luck to fall at your first Gathering as leader.” She brushed past Emberstar to sit back down next to Lakestar.

              With a huff, Emberstar followed her with a shake of her pelt. “I appreciate your help, but I would have been fine on my own. I suppose I owe you now?”

              Wolfstar’s whiskers twitched. “Are you saying ShadeClan is now in CliffClan’s debt?”

              The young leaders stared at each other, then broke out into amused purrs. Lakestar rolled her eyes and wrapped her tail around her paws. “So, you are ShadeClan’s leader now, Emberstar? Or is it still Emberblaze?”

              “It is Emberstar now. I visited the Moon Cavern for my lives only a few sunrises ago.”

              “May StarClan light your path as leader, then.” Lakestar stiffly dipped her head. Despite the brusque words, there was genuine respect in her pale eyes.

              Wolfstar’s own eyes were still bright with humor. “You’ll be great, I know it. What happened to Froststar, then?”

              Emberstar narrowed her eyes and turned her gaze to the gathered cats. “I’ll explain that once the Gathering begins. MoorClan is late tonight.” She surveyed the crowd of cats, peering straight down at the huddled healers. Sitting with her back to her PineClan clanmates, Flarelight was sitting close to Troutfrost. After a moment, she gazed up at the overhang, and her eyes met Emberstar’s. Her eyes grew wide and she stared at her littermate for a long moment until another healer got her attention. Then, as if she’d seen nothing, Flarelight flicked her tail and joined the conversation. Her twitching tail-tip was the only hint that she was distracted. Emberstar blinked. She’d become leader so recently that not even the other healers knew, much less the other clans’ warriors. In the crowd of CliffClan cats, she spotted Sunscorch, sitting with his fur brushing Moonwhisper’s, his eyes wide and his body stiff while he stared at his sister up on the overhang.

              Poor Sunscorch, so softhearted under those honed claws and strong limbs- he was likely to take the news of Froststar’s death the hardest. Emberstar held his gaze, blinked slowly, and turned her head to the sky. The moon was nearly overhead, and still MoorClan was absent.

              “You ought to start the Gathering now,” Wolfstar growled to Lakestar. “It’s newleaf, after all, and if MoorClan’s late then they’re late.”

              “We should wait,” Emberstar sharply mewed. “This is my first Gathering as leader, so it would be disrespectful to me as well as MoorClan if we begin without them. It may anger StarClan as well,” she finished in a murmur, flicking her tail-tip up at the sky. Wolfstar just bushed out her stormy gray fur and huffed.

              Lakestar gazed up at the sky. Emberstar looked over at her. For so long, as an apprentice, as a warrior, as the deputy, she’d never dared to be so close to the cold PineClan leader. But now, she was barely a tail-length from the sleek silver tabby, and they sat as equals in standing. Lakestar was likely at less than nine lives and Emberstar was without a right foreleg, but they were equals nonetheless.

              She was knocked from her thoughts by Wolfstar headbutting her. The larger cat nearly shoved her off-balance. “Glad to see that we’re both finally up here. I was waiting to see when you’d catch up, three-paw.”

              Emberstar licked Wolfstar’s ear. “You know I must take things slower than you.”

              “Who’d you pick as deputy?” Wolfstar leaned over the edge to inspect the group of deputies. “Hm- Acornfall?”

              “He’s a good warrior. Older than me by four seasons, so I trust his advice and his skill.”

              “I thought you would have picked Lavenderflash. Or maybe Darknose, you two always seemed close.”

              Emberstar gazed down at Lavenderflash, spotting the pure-black molly quickly- she was almost certain there was obvious fondness in her eyes as she looked at her former apprentice. “Lavenderflash is… young and still training her first apprentice. She is a good, loyal warrior, but not fit to be deputy or eventual leader in my mind. And Darknose…” The tom was sitting at the edge of the crowd, alone. “He is a possibility, but he still mourns his brother even all these moons later, so I don’t know if he would be the best choice.”

              Wolfstar made a sniff of approval, then her gaze snapped to the far hill. A yowl rang out, and the three leaders pricked their ears and the cats in the hollow turned to see MoorClan finally arrive, led by Applestar. Emberstar sat stiffly until she spotted Glowflame in the crowd, side-by-side with Orangeclaw. He joined the cats in the hollow with his clan while Applestar broke off to climb up to the overhang, and he seemed to murmur something to Orangeclaw before she angled her ears up at Emberstar. Glowflame looked up and spotted her, and his jaw dropped open. Emberstar couldn’t help but let out a purr of affection for her brother as he gaped in amazement at her.

              Applestar greeted the other leaders when he finally joined them, nodding briefly at Emberstar, and hurriedly sat down next to Lakestar, his mottled fur standing up along his spine. The leaders gave the cats in the hollow a few moments to settle down. In that time, Emberstar saw her littermates make their ways through the crowd towards each other. By the time Lakestar threw back her head and yowled to signify the beginning of the Gathering, Flarelight, Sunscorch, and Glowflame sat huddled together with their eyes trained on their sister. Emberstar met their gazes for just a heartbeat and felt the final icicles of her anxiety melt away.

She then turned her head to watch Lakestar as she began to announce her clan’s news for the moon, and reminded herself of what she had to announce when it was her turn. She was ShadeClan’s leader, now. StarClan had approved of her. Emberstar lifted her chin and, with a deep breath, finally settled into her place at the head of her clan.