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[ghostclangen]

This would be much easier if Fireflash actually knew his way around the inner parts of the Cavern. He’d been out there a few times, sure, but there’s not much reason to be very far back, and his surroundings get less and less familiar as he goes. What if he gets lost? What if nobody finds him? What if …

He shakes his head to dispel the worries, knowing they’re just forced distractions from the matter at hand—completely irrational ones at that. He needs to work. Now, where would someone put a dead body …? “Where are you, Waterfur?” he murmurs. 

Countless gems jut out from the ground, making crevasses against the wall, and Fireflash hesitantly pads over to one to peer inside. No, nothing there. Well, it’s not like he was expecting it to be easy, but it certainly would have been nice. Not allowing himself to feel defeated, he darts over to the next one, then the next and the next and the next until his legs begin to ache. His pace falls to a trot, cursing the feline lack of stamina—where’s Hubert when you need her? She was almost freakishly good at it. 

After a while, the shock seeps out of Fireflash’s body, though not out of his mind. Perhaps it had been gone for a long time, actually, but he only notices when he feels a sharp pang of hunger from his stomach. Ah, right��he hadn’t eaten since the day before; no wonder he’s slowing down so quickly. Fireflash curses his traitorous body and sighs. “I’ll bet you anything there’s no prey in here,” he says to nobody in particular.

As if on cue, there comes a soft slapping on the stone floor, and Fireflash looks up to see a rabbit hopping across the clearing in front of him. He frowns, baffled. Since when do rabbits live in caves? Is he hallucinating from hunger? Still, an imaginary rabbit is better than no rabbit at all, and it’s not as if he’s an expert on caves. 

Fireflash drops into a crouch, moving further into the shadows to hide himself, then creeps forward. He catches flashes of the rabbit between the gems, and notices with a frown that its pelt seems particularly … sparkly. The light in the Cavern is different from anywhere else he’s ever seen, though, lit exclusively by the blue gleam of the crystals, so it’s probably just that, he figures. When he gets close enough to pounce on it, he slides out of the shadows and slowly slinks toward the rabbit and begins to wiggle his body in preparation.

The rabbit, of course, evades his grasp, hopping just out of reach as his paws touch the ground. Fireflash’s heart sinks for a moment, but his disappointment turns to intrigue as the rabbit just … doesn’t run. He falls back into a crouch and takes a step forward to match it, and just as he does, the rabbit begins to move again … But still not into a run. It simply hops forward. How odd.

As Fireflash presses onward after it, the rabbit matches him pace for pace, hopping just out of reach with every pawstep. Eventually, Fireflash straightens up into a normal walk, more curious than hungry now. He shouldn’t be letting himself get distracted, but as he continues, he finds himself more and more obsessed with whatever’s going on with this weirdly oblivious rabbit. Maybe he’s hallucinating and delirious.

The rabbit continues a straight path back into the Cavern for a while, but makes a sudden left turn just in front of a wide stream that flows through the middle into a pool. Fireflash takes a moment to admire the beauty of the shimmering water before he continues after the rabbit. It sneaks into a crevasse between two gems, and the two of them come out on the other side onto a trail leading upward, hidden behind a bend in the cave. The path curves around the side of a cliff that juts out above the stream ahead of them—the cause, Fireflash realizes, of the sound of a waterfall that had been growing stronger in the background of his senses. With a smirk, he imagines the rabbit simply wanting to take a look at what’s sure to be a gorgeous view. 

And it is: as he reaches the peak and pads to the edge of the cliff, Fireflash’s curiosity turns to awe at the sight. The water flows magnificently down the front edge into the stream below, the foam sparkling like shards of diamond in the gems’ silver-blue glow. He finds himself unable to keep back a gasp. He turns to the rabbit, who’d stopped beside him, to give it a joking ‘thank you’, but frowns; it seems to have disappeared. He looks around, confused. The sound of the waterfall must have drowned out the quick pawsteps as it retreated; still, where did it go?

As he surveys the area, an odd feeling grows in the pit of his stomach—hot the hunger, but something else. It takes him a moment to identify it, but he eventually realizes: something is magnetic here—not literally but figuratively. Something is drawing him somewhere in particular. As he tries to focus on listening to his gut, Fireflash finally figures out where exactly his attention is being drawn: an unassuming blue gem about fifty feet away. 

He walks toward it, then starts to trot, then to run. He pauses in front of it, then, his suspicions growing, pads slowly around to the other side and gasps.

In front of him lies the yellowed skeleton of a cat.

“Do we really have to bury her with the others?”

Marshlily claws at the soil of the burial ground, side by side with Fireflash, but stops when he speaks up. “What do you mean?”

“It just feels wrong. I mean, these cats are our clanmates, and Waterfur …” Fireflash looks to the pile of bones placed a few pawsteps away. “She’s the reason some of them are dead. She’s the reason my sister is dead, Marshlily.” 

Marshlily follows his gaze, her eyes taking in the nooks and crannies of the skeleton. The bones had crumbled a bit when they transported them, and they’re frail and yellowed; she can’t bring herself to be afraid of them, even knowing the deadly power they’d once held over her. Right now, Waterfur is just … pitiful. Saddening. “I don’t think she even meant it,” she says. “Nettledawn said she was hardly even a cat, just a wild bundle of emotions.”

“Those emotions killed Cobaltshine!” Fireflash says, glaring at her. “And they killed Charredtail.”

Marshlily winces at the reminder. That’s true, but … “I’m just- I’m finding it hard to blame her,” she says, choosing her words carefully. “I know I should be mad, but nobody would ever want that for themself, right? I don’t know much about ghosts, but surely that’s true.”

Fireflash wags the stump of his tail in frustration, but says nothing more, though his paws move halfheartedly, letting Marshlily do almost all the work. 

Though it takes a long while, the grave finally gets carved out of the frozen ground, and Marshlily sighs in relief. As she carries the bones over to it, though, cradling a femur gently between her teeth, a feeling of uncertainty begins to curl into her stomach. This can’t be the end of it, right? All those years of torment, wrapped up in one afternoon? It’s just too good to be true.

“Are you getting a bad feeling about this too?” she asks hesitantly as Fireflash places the last bone in the grave. “Not that we did something wrong, but that this isn’t the end?”

Fireflash looks to her, then back at the grave. “Well,” he says slowly, “I wasn’t until now.”

Marshlily shakes her head rapidly, kicking herself for speaking up. She’s just being neurotic. What else would there be to do? “No, no, it’s fine, I’m being silly,” she says quickly. “Now, let’s get this over with. And after that …”

“After that?”

“It’s time for you to be leader.”

[twisted-tales-told]

I’m really upset about how short David Siegel’s time in white collar is because he is such a catalyst for Neal’s character growth. Like, I honestly think the arc Neal goes on all the way to (SPOILERS)

Faking his death at the end is because he met Siegel. I think he saw where they came from—which is two very different reasons—and saw that he is meant to be forging his own path in life. I think Siegel actually gets him to think about what he wants in life. And thus the homoerotic tension between them (at least in my opinion). Like you have these two heartbroken people who are trying to get back on their feet assigned to work together while being the thing the other fears most—a man from nothing becoming a criminal for the thrill, a man from everything becoming a lawman because he’s seen too much.

I just. they should have had more time. They should have seen each other grow a little more.

[oyasumiaow]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: SK8 the Infinity (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hasegawa Langa/Kikuchi Tadashi/Shindo Ainosuke | Adam, Kikuchi Tadashi/Shindo Ainosuke | Adam, Hasegawa Langa/Kikuchi Tadashi, Hasegawa Langa/Shindo Ainosuke | Adam Characters: Hasegawa Langa, Kikuchi Tadashi, Shindo Ainosuke | Adam, Kyan Reki Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Getting Together, Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Summary:

Ainosuke continued to perform well in his political life; he continued to endure the constant criticisms and fussing and matchmaking attempts from his aunts; he was even quite a bit nicer to Tadashi lately. And yet… he felt a great emptiness coming from Ainosuke.

He hadn’t returned to S for six months.

[whiskingskin]

Playing Clangen on mobile [website, phone is too new for the app] and it downloaded? Hundreds of pictures to my phone? Like sprites, environments, labels, symbols??? Has anyone else had this happen???

[tardigradesandtiaras]

ya know usually I'm usually against headcannoning bi characters as gay but I think I gotta make an exception for Feathertail Warrior Cats.

[starrfang]

Gilded Lily - Leafpool

[trashiequeen]

Kamil Glik doing Kamil Glik things.

[prcg]

Los demócratas de Atlanta bloquearon el referéndum de Cop City, alienando la participación electoral

el sol agujereó sobre las decenas de miles de georgianos que se agolpaban en el estacionamiento del Centro Cívico de Atlanta el sábado por la tarde, mientras la vicepresidenta Kamala Harris pronunciaba su argumento final antes de las elecciones del martes. La elección es clara, dijo Harris, “en menos de 90 días, estaremos él o yo en la Oficina Oval”. La visita improvisada de Harris a Atlanta en…

[ddelline]

aubade 1/1

work: aubade fandom: kagurabachi rating: G relationship(s): rokuhira chihiro/sazanami hakuri character(s): rokuhira chihiro, sazanami hakuri tags: ch44 coda | pre-relationship | general manga spoilers through ch44

summary work:

Here is where the fire could not be contained. See where the frameworks still stands. Or: Sazanami Hakuri and the nebulous, fragile concept of hope—and finding it in a place where previously there had been none.

summary chapter:

His samurai’s gaze is red, intense, benevolent—like blood and like carnage, the mass of it makes Hakuri’s spine prickle with shivers, a pathetically Pavlovian response to a call Chihiro can’t even know he’s expressing—and he hones it to press down on Hakuri, and Hakuri alone. “You saved them,” murmurs Chihiro, his typically flat moue softening upwards.

aubade | here

[beyuwol]

yuwol performs anti-hero / line distribution

yuwol never thought he would make it this far. the finale; his last chance. the journey up to this point had been full of highs and lows, a rollercoaster ride he knew he was singing up for; but he made it to the edge. he's here now, with a heat inside him that isn't shimmering down. that's strange, yuwol thinks—that's new, it's a sensation he thought had died down years ago. to long, to need, to crave—he doesn't know what to do with it, but the feeling of performing on stage, free from any sort of restraint; he loves it.

maybe it's a little terrifying, knowing that this newfound desire of his will only bring shame to his family name, in the eyes of his parents. he'd felt like a puppet all his life, with strings attached to parts of his body, his limbs moving to the whims of the two people who gave birth to him. now, though, with his own chance to perform an original song, it feels like a few of the strings have grown weary; easy to snap.

is it okay? to be selfish, to be greedy, to finally want something like this? to break the strings himself?

even when he's surrounded by exceptional performers, is it okay to be a little greedy? to want a smidge of that spotlight, to remain on stage?

only his abilities will carry him where he wants to go. he's been brushing on them as of late, the judges' feedback replaying in his head over and over like a broken record. it helps though, not in a haunting way—it's almost encouraging, working through constructive criticism instead of deep-seated admonishment that leaves him grasping onto the strings of his violin until his fingers start to bleed. now, his entire body is screaming—hey, let's keep doing this. yuwol wants to, he does.

he doesn't forget what the judges had told him—that he looked awkward in his previous performance, that he relied too much on stylization when it came to his voice. both points are valid, and something he brought up to his mentors. was it because he had focused too much on bringing the concept to life for nonstop? it had been difficult finding that balance, but now he thinks he managed—he'd been brushing up on the basics, incorporating stretching routines before starting with the choreography.

feel the music, move through the music, let the music flow through his body, fuse into the choreography—make it his own. and his voice, a powerful tool ingrained in his body for him to use.

the choreography requires a prop this time, a silk cloth to accompany them in their performance. he shouldn't see it as that though, it's an extension of his arm, a part of his body too.

and so, here comes the beginning of the end.

powerful, elegant, poised. those three words are suitable to describe the vibes of the choreography, everything that yuwol has to embody as he performs on the stage. he makes sure to keep himself in-sync with his team members too, knowing that coordination can strengthen the elegance and grace that they have to showcase. judging from the lyrics and the edm music that yuwol can pick out, this song is about confidence too; there's no slacking off. a live performance, a live audience, he has to live in this exact moment.

there's a lot of arm movements in this choreography, which yuwol keeps in mind, remembering to move the silk cloth with fluidity as well. nothing jarring, make it look effortless, make it look like it belongs on stage—like he does. dum-duru-dum, dum-dum. the lines he utters sound like the beating of his own heart; oh, it really is beating—falling in sync with the rhythm of the song.

a day covered by small starlight, sunrise worked hard to cover me. he sings, coiling his fingers as he's supposed to, fixing the camera with an intense gaze; mysterious, alluring, enticing—conveying the emotions of the song through his eyes alone, a challenge that he'd happily take on. and then, a confident curl in the corner of his lips.

no room for error, everything has to be clean and precise. what chaerin had said was right—after getting the basics down and feeling the music, his expressions shine through. like second nature. do you want to be trapped in my eyes? the words don't stumble out of yuwol, he says them pointedly, more emphasis on his eyes—so, he lets them shine in his own way, like a bewitching abyss, entrapping those who dare look. medusa, perhaps.

there's clear improvement in his stamina, thanks to his sessions with ara. he isn't short of breath, his voice is more controlled, his lines delivered in a much more clean and elegant way. let’s tell me who’s hotter, with me in front, your star no longer has light. that is exactly what he has to be, an entrapping void to devour a star. maybe, be his own star.

now we have no confidence, back off. no matter how hard you try, you eventually break up. rap is a newer skill to him, but he hadn't slacked off on that regard either, saying his lines with confident while keeping in mind tempo and rhythm. he emits confidence and self assurance, head tilted as he plays along to the camera and the performance, a brief wink, then a purposeful wave of his silk cloth.

the song comes to an end, and that's it—no more retakes, the audience has seen everything. yuwol stretches the fabric in his hand as he does his ending pose, keeping his expression even, not stepping even in an inch out of character.

this is it. and now, fate will takeover.

are his parents watching? they might be, now. maybe this is his chance to break out of the cage they've put him in; maybe they'll finally see that he's more than their expectations.

finally.

[myauditionfordrphil]

Have a feeling that hitman's going to be in form today ✨

[aritany]

I'm sorry your writing strategy is WHAT?? I'm going to need a thorough explanation of this because I'm FASCINATED

[brian murphy voice] I DIDNT SAY ANYTHING WEIRD!!!

okay i did. but also! if it ain’t broke…

here’s how this crumbles cookie-wise. sometimes (as is currently the case) i feel like i am trying to hold onto a whole novel in my brain at once. this does not feel particularly good because the novel doesn’t belong in my brain it belongs Out There. so i make a very detailed outline and then i start at chapter 1, and i write to 100 words (give or take a few). then i move on to chapter 2 and write to 100 words. then to chapter 3 and so on until i have at least 100 words in each chapter. then once i’ve run through the whole book, i go back to the beginning and make sure each chapter is up to 200. then i’m usually in the Meat of each scene so i’ll get everything up to 500, then 1000, then 1500 and then usually i clock out of chapters around or just under the 2k mark.

this appeases the hyperactive part of my brain by making sure i’m never bored, and helps the project manager in my brain so i can keep track of many moving parts in the novel and also ensures that scenes at the end speak to scenes at the beginning since i’m (sort of) writing the whole book at once.

NOTE: sometimes i get lost in the sauce and write way past 100 or wherever im at, and that’s fine. it just means i probably skip that chapter during my next pass since it’ll be past my goal wc for each chapter of the run.

that is all. try it, if you want. i honestly don’t know how to write books any other way

[dampfur]

I really set myself up for just one massive headache for this AU cuz I could have just thrown some characters into Thunderclan or Shadowclan or whatever and called it a day

But instead I thought “man how could I translate the Cookierun lore as accurately as possible while putting them in a cat xenofiction?”

[oyasumiaow]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin/Meng Yao | Jin Guangyao Characters: Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin, Meng Yao | Jin Guangyao Additional Tags: Arranged Marriage, Trans Male Character, Transphobia, Dubious Consent

Summary:

The whole sordid affair had been wrapped up surprisingly quickly for all that it was a marriage between two great cultivation clans. Jin Guangyao had known the risks of pursuing his future with Lanling Jin while concealing the parts of his past that he could. He’d always been careful, so careful that even sharing a small cabin with Lan Xichen for a few months hadn’t resulted in any discoveries.

But then, Lan Xichen was far more respectful than his father; he had not been trying to find any method to sabotage or humiliate Jin Guangyao.

Jin Guangshan had appeared willing to put him to work on some projects, and Jin Guangyao had been eager to prove himself useful. But the moment he was outed, his father was only too happy to marry off his “daughter”. His decision on whom “she” should marry, however…

…Why did it have to be Jiang Wanyin?

[tigergendermoved2tigergender]

I kind of wish warrior cats ended after arc 1 and it was remembered as a classic children's series that got cut short and had a small but nicely filtered fandom in the year 2023. I would miss very specifically Leafpool and Squirrelflight and the dozens of amazing MAPs based on the later arcs but at this rate I think we need to just stop