#tiny cinder

[dreamsb0u]

Tiny cinder

[dummybirdnero]

stupid ass doodles

[bonefall]

ougghhh everyone’s talking so fondly about lionpaw and his new friendships made by the ripwater event but all i can think about is his mention of ashfur’s comment. and how lion probably thinks it’s just a little joke but ash might actually mean it :(

There's this little pearl of a theme hidden in the Ripwater Episode, if you look carefully; abuse acts on people in insidious but subtle ways.

It's Mistystar who's defensive of asking for help or admitting a problem, thinking of what she did to Leopardstar and also repeating cultural sentiment that once victimized her herself.

It's Squirrelflight shouting at her daughter for acting like she used to, because she's spent some years being yelled at in a similar way

It's Hollypaw who isn't allowed to enjoy her achievement of saving Otterpaw's life or lean into how much she has in common with Lakepaw, because she's ashamed of how she did something "wrong" by snooping

And lastly, it's Lionpaw, who's starting to believe the vicious comments that Ashfur says about him. I referenced Willowpelt partially for the sweet little irony of him teaching her recipe to her unknown grandson, Ripplepaw, but ALSO because Ashfur is starting to isolate him.

Willowpelt is the Head of Hunting, currently, a position that Lionblaze is going to succeed her in. I don't think Ashfur is playing 4D chess quite yet, but there's a couple of little motivations knocking around in Ashfur's heart for why he's nasty whenever Lionpaw interacts with her;

Ashfur hates Willowpelt, because of the events from Ferncloud's Parting. He isn't aggressive to her directly, but he does spread rumors and slander whenever possible, happy to remind others of her exile.

Lionpaw getting close to Willowpelt will annoy him. Ashfur both hates and resents his apprentice, but also feels POSSESSIVE of him. He feels like Willowpelt will "steal" what's his.

A simple but hard truth; Ashfur wants Lionpaw to hurt. Maybe Ashfur sees it in his head like "telling the hard truth" or "toughening his apprentice up," but when he makes those malicious little comments, makes him recoil with hurt, it feels righteous.

Maybe in the next draft, it should actually be Ashfur, not Blackclaw, who comes to growl at Lionpaw for bonding with Lakepaw over the spears. Maybe have Willowpelt come in to show them how to properly use one and that's actually what set Ash off. Like he just used xenophobia because it was convenient in that moment.

[nyanykamito]

Gingerhuntmen Charms!

Salutations! Gingerhuntsmen charms are live! Preorders end November 17th (EST). Shares greatly appreciated!

[makenna-made-this]

When the developers don't feel like designing another character so they just reuse the same npc models

[strqyr]

It's hilarious that you mention that because I've had an "Adam-teams-up-with-Cinder-and-participates-in-the-Atlas-saga" plot bunny hopping in my brain for a long time.

are you me bc i already have a half-written fic in my head that's never going to see the light of day /j

for real tho, it just makes too much sense!! after haven they were both practically hit the bottom, they'd lost everything they'd worked towards—and ya know maybe some choices they made that went against salem's orders may have contributed to that a little, who's to say—, all that's missing is adam getting unmasked during the battle of haven and they'd literally been on the same track!!

and there's already a perfect point of divergence when adam is perched on his tree, watching hazel, who's carrying emerald, and mercury running away like he saw cinder wasn't with them and sure, he could have thought her dead like everyone else but also. she survived beacon she's got the talent of surviving against the odds, and when he has nothing and hazel left him hanging at haven, well. better be sure, right?

so while hazel & mercury are moving right, adam goes left. he's not joining them but they still made it a point to show him seeing them escape without cinder. he could go find her, and their failure in haven fuels their vengeance and revolution in atlas.

also they both want a member of team rwby dead. cinder can't do it bc salem told her not to, but adam has a promise to keep. two birds, one stone.

[sucktacular]

In case you needed to see a large gentle beast do very soft high fives for crumbles of cake.

[thesnacken]

If my little WoW Nostalfia Tryst has convinced me of ANYTHING at this point its that I should be more confident in my ideas. Gods but some huge chunks of this game are phoned right the fuck in. If I can put together something with a hundredth of the budget at twice the proportionate talent surely I can get something out the door that will blow the ecosystem right to hell, right?

I can do that.

This is bullshit.

I'm making this robot* game, fuck this shit.

[scham-wcan]

This shall sustain me for the week until next episode only slightly

[thisnerdetteoverthere-blog]

Me: *re-reading books bc i miss the characters or their worlds or bc they‘re my comfort books*

Also me: „ugh, i don’d like the next part, i already know what happens“ *skips or stops reading and immeadiately forgets book*

[dummybirdnero]

The hellhound and the wolf

[nyanykamito]

Gingerhuntman Cookie charms pre-order

Salutations! To help prepare for cozy winter holidays I’m opening preorders for Rwby themed wooden gingerbread charms. These adorable yet non edible charms are great as Christmas tree decorations, backpacks, purses or key ring.

Preorders open October 16th and end November 17th (EST). Shares greatly appreciated!

[makenna-made-this]

First chimcken note doodle of the new daughter~

[julyzaa]

the boomer in me came out today when i saw a house thats gonna be worth over 100k have its outerwalls be plywood encased by cement. don't get me started on shops and restaurants made like that.

[pikaclan]

Moon 478

Season: Leaf-bare

Overarching Events

Not enough medicine cats!

Ceremonies

Popreed stands before the Clan and announces that they won't be there forever, and it is time they took on an apprentice. They tell the Clan that they have chosen Rosykit, now Rosypaw, to be their new apprentice

Whistlekit always dreamed of becoming a mediator: Now that they're Whistlepaw, an apprentice being mentored by Blossommane, it feels like a wish come true

Highpaw smiles up at the stars as they sit beside Mulberrydust. The stars seem to shine brighter, and Highpaw knows it's a sign that Antler is still watching over them

Deaths

Curlpaw, Ramcatcher, Gingerhorn, Tinypaw, Brownstep, Newtkit, Brushquake, Petuniaswarm, and Scorchbud die to a greencough outbreak.

Gingerhorn was one of those cats who you'd always find right in the thick of things, and it's something Pigeondart greatly admired, and not it's so strange to comprehend, and Pigeondart is grief-stricken

Morningrose, Addermark, Swankit, and Whisperingkit grieve but are not stricken

As the Clan sits vigil, Morningrose's voice cracks with grief, talking about the time they had with Tinypaw, and is grief stricken

Cinderrip, Baykit, Plumkit, and Coldkit grieve Brownstep but are not stricken

Warblermoor grieves Petuniaswarm but is not stricken

Cinderrip gently licks Scorchbud's fur clean, as Scorchbud once did for them in the nursery, and is grief stricken

Blotchjay grieves but is not stricken

Comfy died of whitecough and is sent to the Dark Forest for the murder of Rindletangle

So much grief and death has taken its toll on the cats of PikaClan, Blossommane is particularly shaken by it

Births

Cinderrip and Cloveflower found a litter of 3 kits and decided to adopt them

Currentkit (male), Raccoonkit (female), and Poppykit (male) are born!

Health

Starlingstar recovered from birth Quivershine's grief lessened Pigeondart's pads healed Copseback's broken bone healed but scarred

Goatcry got greencough and tears on their pelt pushing through dense shrubs Blotchjay's grief lessens Runningleaf got whitecough Rosypaw caught a cat from another Clan trespassing and their ear was torn Highpaw recovers from kittencough Beaverkit got kittencough

[inkykeiji]

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, fem!reader, toxic relationship, tomura’s just playing with your pussy tbh words: 441

ever since you started fucking, tomura has developed an irritating little habit. 

irritating, because it is unintentionally teasing. irritating, because he refuses to fuck you without performing this little ritual first. 

kneeling between your spread thighs, his palm curls around the base of his cock, holding it steady as he caresses your slit with the head—back and forth, back and forth, easily gliding over your swollen clit, now slicked with your arousal and his pre-cum. he almost burrows the head into your folds, his eyes shimmering with awe, breath exhaled through parted lips in little pants, mouth licked raw and glazed with saliva, watching as your lips cling to him, try to pull him closer, to suck him in, delicate skin bulging while he slides his cock along it again. 

his skin is flushed and hard and glittering so prettily in the dim light, coated with you, coated with you both, the tip just barely dipping into your hole on his stroke up, snagging on it slightly. 

he’s fascinated by your body, by what he can do to your body, by the way your little cunt clenches in response when he rubs the head in slow, hard circles, then in fast, light motions, another little dribble of slick oozing out of it—another rush of heat to your core, another flame left to smoulder beneath his titillation. 

it enchants him, the way his head skipping over your engorged clit sends bolts rippling through your flesh, chased by a wave of chills. 

it enraptures him, the way your pelvis rolls up as his tip catches on your hole again, trying to fuck him into you, your sweet whine of frustration met with a self-satisfied chuckle. 

“don’t be greedy,” he tells you, even as he defies his own order, selfishly stretching time as he plays with you, grinding the slit of his head into your clit. “you’ll get my cock when i’m ready to give it to you.” 

there’s an implicit threat sewn into his singsong tone; behave, or you won’t get anything at all. 

and so you still, like the good little girl you are, and let him have his fun, marvelling at your cunt as if it’s the first time all over again, sending tiny flares of pleasure searing through your veins, sparking hot cinders in the pit of your stomach to a dull glow, desperate to catch flame. 

but he’ll never get sick of this, he swears it, he’s breathing as he finally pushes in, ill-prepped cunt straining around his girth, his gaze glued to your conjoined bodies. your body was fucking made for him, he’s sure of it.