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another carol edit w/ my favorite song ever 🫶
edited by moi <3
care bear 🐻
#carol denning x reader#social media au#nika muhl#bridgeron imagine#draco malfoy x sister#bellatrix lestrange daughter#carol denning imagine#carol#carol denning#denning sisters#oitnb fanfic#oitnb#oitnbedit#orange is the new black#wlw meemaw#wlw post#big ass head
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#bioshock#Bioshock 2#Minerva’s Den#brigid tenenbaum#sofia lamb#eleanor lamb#charles milton porter#jack bioshock#jack ryan#subject sigma#big daddy#big sister#rapture#bioshock infinite#subject delta
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hey buddy!! for ur prompt thing u should do either 12 or 27 for avatrice pls and thank u :)
twenty-seven: i can't think when you keep looking at me like that
Ava pulls her legs up under her and turns, propping her chin over the back of the couch. Bea is in the kitchen, putting away the last of the orange chicken neither of them could finish. A movie plays on the television behind them, some romantic comedy Ava suggested on the recommendation of a customer, but she doesn't care about pausing it so Bea doesn't miss anything.
It's not good. She's never taking Eduardo's advice again. He promised her his girlfriend loved it, but Ava is starting to question her taste in men and movies.
"Ava?" Bea calls.
Ava pops up off the couch, bounding the few feet from the living room to the kitchen. She liked the open concept floor plan, being able to see all the space they had. And it felt like so much. She could fit at least 15 of her going in one direction. But mostly she liked the way that no matter where she was in this place they called home, she could see Beatrice.
She eases up as she gets to the island in the kitchen. "Reporting for duty."
Bea shakes her head, a slight smile on her face. Ava likes this smile almost more than she likes any of Bea's other smiles. This one feels like it carries the most affection, like she knows Ava is ridiculous and can't help but love her for it.
"I was going to ask if you wanted to keep the rice." Bea holds the to-go container, still mostly full.
Ava means to answer her. She does. A yes is on the tip of her tongue. But her eyes get caught on Bea - on the tank top she's wearing and how it accentuates the coiled muscles of her arm where they hold the rice mid-air. She breathes out shallowly.
She's not above thinking Bea is hot. And she'll tell that to anyone who asks. And to anyone else who doesn't.
"Ava," Bea says slowly. "What is it?"
Ava shakes her head, slowly rounding the island, feeling the cool granite against her bare arm where her t-shirt ends. "You're just so..." She whistles low, wiggling an eyebrow.
Bea laughs a little. "Ava."
"What?" She slides up into Bea's space, taking the rice container out of her hand and setting to back down on the countertop. Bea looks down at the her, amused, as Ava pushes in a little closer, their hips pressed together. Her fingertips walk down Bea's arm to her waist, curling in the hem of her soft t-shirt.
Casual-Bea is her favorite: loose shorts and soft t-shirts and hair brushing the tops of her shoulders. Really, every Bea is her favorite, but right now, it's definitely this version of Bea. She crushes the soft cotton in her hand and then lets her fingernails scratch lightly at the skin under it. She doesn't miss the slight shiver under her fingertips and she grins. Bea's eyes narrow in warning, but Ava can read through it and doesn't let it slow her down.
Ava presses her whole palm to Bea's couch-warm skin, curling around her waist. Her other hand settles on Bea's bare arm, sliding until her fingers are pressed to Bea's neck. She'll never get tired of touching; is trying to make up for what feels like years of missing this. Bea tells her she's being dramatic. That it was just a few months on this side of the Arc, but she always brushes a careful hand through Ava's hair like she knows it was much longer for Ava.
"Ava," Bea says slowly. Her eyes are starting to cloud a little and darken. Her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip and Ava's eyes follow it, feeling her own throat go dry.
This Bea is her favorite: unafraid of showing what she's feeling, uninhibited. Unashamed. She knows how much work Bea has to put into letting herself feel things out loud. And honestly, that's the sexiest thing about Bea. All the aikido and the knife skills and the way she can crack a walnut with one hand pales in comparison to how free Bea looks.
A firm hand goes to her hip, squeezing lightly to catch her attention. "What are you thinking?" Bea asks, too quiet for the silence of their apartment.
It takes her a minute to hear the words. She's too caught up in the way that Bea has taken her bottom lip in between her teeth gently, letting it go slowly. "Honestly?" she finally says. "I can't think with you looking at me like that."
Bea's eyes sparkle a little. "Like what?"
"Like..."
But Ava has always been held back by words. So she holds onto what she was going to say, traps it behind her teeth and leans in, kissing Bea instead. It's slow, unhurried, and exactly the kiss Ava dreamed about for months in their tiny apartment; the kind of kiss she fought her way through hell for. Bea sighs against her lips, tilting her head to their mouth slant together like that's what they were made for.
Ava slowly works up the bottom of Bea's shirt, inching it higher and higher until a hand comes down on hers, trapping it.
Bea breaks away. "Dinner."
"Cold Chinese is the best Chinese," she argues quickly, darting back in to kiss Bea again.
Bea laughs against her lips. It's the prettiest sound Ava has ever heard. "I think you need to put it in the refrigerator for it to be the kind of cold that makes it good."
Ava groans but pulls away, rushing through closing the to-go containers, putting the reusable chopsticks in the sink to deal with later, and leaning over the couch to turn off Eduardo's horrible movie suggestion. She pauses, leaning against the back of the couch, and exhales.
Bea tips her head to one side and smiles. It warms something in the pit of Ava's stomach and she knows, if she really had to, she'd walk through hell every time to get this back. Nothing could hold her back.
#warrior nun#avatrice#ava silva#sister beatrice#i came i saw i tried#now i can crawl back into my blanket den and hide away#hope you like it liam! you're a rockstar
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I thought josh was soft launching his boyfriend but no, it's just zonta
#you cant convince me zonta dating joshs sister isnt a cover up they are so boyfriends#motogp#moto3#zonta van den goorbergh#joshua whatley
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siblings taking shelter in the rain
#brightheart#thornclaw#brackenfur#cinderpelt#my art tag#warrior cats#warriors#i always wished that erin hunter elaborated on their relationship#i think about these four and their relationship all the time#like brightheart seeing her sister moved to the medicine den#only to wake up and find her sister taking care of her after the accident??#the parallels...
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If hisuian zoroarks are the vengeful spirits of dead Pokémon, how did Zemmet die? Or do you think that hisuian zoruas life cycles can be more complicated than that?
Either way.. baby Zemmet 🥺?
Even if it's not canon compliant I imagine hisuian zoroarks to be a subspecies of zoroark that stemmed from an original generation of dead zoroarks, since the existence of hisuian zoruas seems to imply that they're naturally born that way ? So in other words I think Zemmet has always been a ghost zoroark. It would b kinda cool/fucked up if h zoroarks purposefully left their puppies outside to die of exposure or something to make them ghosts
#mailbox#B YEAH . I have also been having many thoughts about this too#<- i think h zoroarks very much feel like an issue of generational trauma (?) if that makes sense#like . first generation of zoroarks that actually die HATE humans and end up passing that down to the next (naturally born) generation#and so on in that manner#bc it's probably pretty rough on the highlands. i'd imagine h zoroarks can't really afford to be 'nice'#<-so zemmet's very very bitter after a lifetime of scraping by out in the snow#so at some point ingo just . straight up starts petting zemmet and tells him that he's safe in his den#and zem [literally never had human contact b4] instantly comes apart and has o desperately act like he's not crying#v much a wolf vs lapdog thing . oh it would b so peaceful to relax and be loved by a nice human#later (in unova) he's hanging out with his new sister watching plum play around in the grass#and is suddenly struck by the realization that his species is effectively extinct#and like. he values strength and resilience so much but maybe ?#it's good that a species made out of hatred & cruelty is extinct#and watching a baby zorua play around like . ALIVE and happy and actually safe w/ her family#plum has a chance at life that zemmet never rlly got‚ being born a h zoroark#and even tho he's had to pride himself on his ability to 'survive' he has to decide to not pass that on to plum#and protect her so she can be safe and happy like he never really got to be in hisui#if that makes sense ?#<- actually no this is incomprehensible . but neway brainworms
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trick or treat 👻
Delphini lingers at the edge of the kitchen in 12 Grimmauld Place.
She's listening.
The ringing had been bothering her for weeks now, every time she's back to their home in London she hears it. Almost like something is calling to her, beckoning.
The ringing grew louder and louder until it was impossible for her to ignore, screaming like a banshee.
It isn't exactly strange. There have been several objects throughout the Black households that Delphini had felt a pull towards. Grandfather often explained that it was likely due to the connection between mother and daughter; that their estates were full of Bella's magic, the sheer force of it imprinted on various objects.
The young witch circles the kitchen, fingers nails tapping along the marble counters as she follows the ringing towards the pantry.
“Kreacher!” The elf appears beside her in a snap, a small broom in hand.
“Yes, Mistress Delphini?” Kreacher starts with a smile, beady eyes look up at her adoringly. Delphi can hardly drag her gaze away from the small door across the pantry, her magic far too enchanted with whatever rests inside.
“What have you got in there?” Her voice is high-pitched, curious.
Kreacher hesitates, either unsure what Delphini is asking or just reluctant to answer.
“Mistress Delphi?”
“Open it.” She demands, arms crossing. “Now.”
With a snap of the elf’s fingers the door creaks open. Delphini takes one large step forward, peeking into the dark cupboard curiously. There's a large array of rags neatly folded along the floor and a smaller piles of artifacts placed carefully beside it. Delphini falls to her knees, hands quickly reaching to search through the items.
“Can Kreacher help Miss Delphini find something?” The elf seems nervous, as though she were about to reprimand him for his petty theft. Delphini doesn't answer, ripping through different objects in search of the ringing, of the pull. She tosses aside a pair of her great-Uncle’s cufflinks, a cup of silver branded with the Black family crest, a worn Slytherin tie, then comes the photographs.
Her Uncle Orion and Grandfather look so alike in their younger days. If there were just a few less years between them they could almost pass for twins. There is a third Black in this picture that Delphini does not recognize, he covers both of their faces jokingly with each flash of the camera.
Walburga and Lucretia stare up at her, each with an equally menacing glare before slowly glancing at each other and winking.
She almost doesn’t recognize the Black sister’s at first, having thought the swaying image of her mother looking up at her was actually herself. Delphini pauses, leaning back on her heels to take in the photo with more interest.
Auntie Cissa looks so small, she’s sitting in the lap of the one girl that is unfamiliar to Delphini. She knows who she is, of course, has heard the story in all of the limited words Grandfather can manage. Andromeda is seated in a wooden chair, Narcissa propped and leaning to the side. Bellatrix stands behind them both, her arms draped around each of their shoulders protectively. Every few moments the two smaller sisters jerk and laugh as Bellatrix pinches their shoulders lightly before the three of them erupt into peals of laughter.
“Look!” Kreacher offers, startling Delphini out of her stupor. “Mistress Bella and her baby!” He sounds genuinely eager as he thrusts another photograph in her hand.
This photo appears to be in significantly better condition than those prior. It was certainly newer than the rest. Bellatrix leans back in a cushioned chair, clearly in the drawing room at Grimmauld. There is a small bundle in her arms. Delphini’s eyes burn for a moment. Mum is exactly as she remembers her before those awful wizard took her away. In the photo the new mother gives a tired smile to the camera before someone walks into the frame, ruining the photo.
Delphini hums, rubbing at her eyes before putting all the photos back carefully.
“Did Auntie know you saved all these spoilt photos, Kreacher?”
“I'm not sure, Miss.” Kreacher answers honestly.
Delphini sighs, shaking her head lightly. She’d rifled through all the objects Kreacher had tucked into the corner...
...She can still hear the ringing.
Delphi turns away from the pile, leaning into Kreacher’s den deeper before glancing around the large boiler taking up the center.
“Little Miss-” Kreacher starts but she already saw it. A gleam of silver, a small chain tucked away deep behind the base. Delphini doesn't even bother asking what it is. It shoots out from around the ruddy pipes with a snap of her finger, she's still too young to be allowed a wand but magic listens to her all the same.
Everything goes quiet the minute the face of the jewelry falls into her slender hands. She can't hear the creaking of the pipes nor Kreacher’s nervous tutting, the ringing in her ears so powerful it's almost overwhelming.
The corners of the pendant are inlaid with small snake heads, their silver bodies making up the framework for the locket, twirling together to create a sturdy clasp. Along the cover rests a beveled ‘S’ her fingers trace the emerald gemstones embedded along it so carefully. The ringing turns to whispering.
Oh, this isn't mother’s magic. Not at all.
“Kreacher,” Delphini speaks sweetly. “Where did you get this?”
#consider this another treat#and what a concept#inspired by my nonstop headcanons with motherfuckingmaneater#delphini#delphi#lord voldemort#Slytherin locket#horcrux's galore#Bellatrix lestrange#black sisters#black family#kreacher#Kreacher's sus (but also kinda cute) lil den#12 grimmauld place#strikes again#halloween prompts
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this isn’t leverage related but I want y’all to hold me accountable for the book I want to publish one day
modern fantasy where there is a supernatural world operating under the normal society.
it’s a throuple between a witch art teacher who is on the run after being attacked by a group of anti-witch sentiment werewolves (that murdered her ex girlfriend in front of her), sofia- a werewolf child psychiatrist, and her boyfriend will who is a selkie marine biologist
maura moves into a cottage next to where sofia and will live and she ends up working at the same school sofia works at
quite a bit of angst but also mutual pining and falling in love with the two people that make you feel safest in the world
here’s what they look like:
maura is a mix between these two
sofia
will
they are the throuple of my dreams I want to write them so bad
edit: here is my pinterest board that is organized by plot points
edit 2: if anyone wants to hear more about it PLEASE ask me more about it I would love to rave about them and it might give me more motivation to write
#I have a pinterest board for the storyline and it has over 2k pins if anyone wants the link#I see maura looking a mix between victoria pedretti and may callamoway with the filler figure of kat dennings#(I just want more curvy girl rep tbh it means a lot to me to have characters like me)#I also headcanon will as autistic lowkey maybe I’m not sure yet but I def want autism rep#maura DEF has ptsd and also anxiety but that’s to be expected after everything lol#sofia has adhd#both maura and sofia were orphans and had different experiences in the foster system#spoiler: maura has a foster sister who is gay and is lowkey modeled after breanna and she’s a hacktivist#not leverage#jackie talks#about me#my writing#mine#my fics#OCs#jackie writes
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You'll learn right now I don't play nice
@fvaleraye's sona!
#eyestrain#knife tw#had a completely different song on loop but she IS the final girl so ...........#I had so much fun drawing this. I support trans wrongs#art from the den#artists on tumblr#ALSO GO FOLLOW FAYE!! THAT'S MY SISTERS AND IT DOES FUCKING AWESOME CHAR DESIGNS
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hey y'all, anyone have any good stress relief tehniques or habits they'd like to share cuz I've been more stressed in the last 3 weeks then I was in the last 6 months
#to cut the long story short my mom had to sell the old house cuz her broke ass couldnt afford to keep it up#eventho it is a whole ass hoarders house and was in shambles with a flooded basement a collapsing ceiling in at least 2 rooms plus mold#and the stench a dirt and dog piss and shit all over the floor really made it worse then it was#but yeah so shes been staying with me and my grandma and its been awful#she hasnt been taking any of the medicine the doctors gave her when she snapped and started a fight and also started screaming at neighbour#so shes been terrorizing us here while the house has become her second hoarders den since she dragged so much crap here#my backyard side entrance and front porch are full of her shit and my grandma hates it since she can barely step into the house#so since she kept looking for places way out of her budget i had to go do house hunting since my useless sister is busy getting lit again#so ive been showing her shit in her price range that was under 420k cuz im not a moron who looks at 800k homes when i have 570k#and each time she has a new complaint saying its too expenive or its too small or its too old when she said she wants to do renovations#but shes saying she wants to renovate a newly renovated place instead of an old one#so i just showed her a house near my sisters uni and she liked the inside & backyard but she complained that 400k for newly renovated 3 bed#that is literally a 9 minute drive from my sisters uni is too expensive when shes the one who was looking at an old ass unrenovated bungalo#that is a street over from us that is 800k and she says it looks like garbage cuz an old lady previously owned it before dying#like no shit it looks old cuz older people lived those decades and like it and she just keeps doing her bullshit again & again#cuz when i tell you her mind is gone i mean it is GONE and she starts up all these wild stories to just explain some shit#like something goes missing? the neighbours are hungarian and stole it and left the hoard of junk in her old house#she has more stupid stories to harass and stress us out with but if im gonna share that ill have to write a book about it cuz fuck#and you know its bad when no one else can stand being in any contact with her cuz she starts screaming at people about it#so the only one who even likes her anymore is my sister and thats cuz shes deep in denial about just how insane she is & how abusive she is#so yeah i need some stress relief help that maybe isnt constantly hitting up maryjane cuz i dont do weed often especially since shes here#cuz weed 'burns your brain & makes you crazy like this' when shes the only one whos ever infuriated me to astronimical levels#i know retail therapy helped before she came here but i dont want to keep spending money i dont really have#it would be great tho but shes refusing to give me the 70k she said was mine from the house sale so i can cut her out for good
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(Random note, while constructing this idea I looked up toy companies in Rapture and quickly discovered Sinclair Toys was a thing, which suffice to say made me even more excited to make this XD)
After the failure of the robotic Little Sisters production line within the depths of Minerva's Den, Sinclair Toys swooped in and bought out the rights, as well as a good chunk of the stock, of the salvaged 'failures'.
Although they were useless as gatherer's, Sinclair saw potential in turning them into full-sized dolls, much like how robotic toy horses and other such items had made big market before them. So, they were repainted and remodeled, turned into 'Glitz & Glam Girls'.
Production began, and things were expected to go quickly, they were just revamping a fully made model after all, but things unexpectedly came to a screeching halt, losing contact with the toymakers he'd hired to construct them, and losing track of his stock of the dolls on top of that.
It wasn't clear what happened, but the Splicers that came to scrounge through the mess left behind could've sworn they heard something clunking in the vents...
#bioshock#bioshock fanfic#bioshock robotic little sister#augustus sinclair#bioshock minerva's den#horror
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Tagged by @katsigian to make some of my babs in this picrew! Thank you <3
I decided to do Den and Shiloh <3
Poor Den sporting some sort of facial injury half the time ;;
Shiloh just vibing lol
Not sure who to tag, I've been out of the loop and dunno who has done it, but if you haven't and want to, please do!!
#cat isn't exact but close enough lol#he needs a cat friend#a walking disaster and his sister who looks after him LMAO#oc: den valentina#oc: shiloh moon#cyberpunk 2077#tag game
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#cant fucking believe i recognized the eyebrow flip 0.2 seconds in what is WRONG with me#whole cake’s cursed me#what was that den den convo btw . what . another thing i thought the yaioi people made up you cant be serious rn#that poor snail . stuck in that stinkyass haramaki#fine ill give it#zs get a pass#wait pause what the hell my sister got a tiny helmet flashback 3ji what is wrong w HER#more importantly she got a tiny kylar figure to come with it#solar-talks#brook n robin mightve become my fav strawhat duo actually sorry usopp ily usopp
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no beta we die like [canonical character death] is so fucking funny to me gold stars all around gets me giggling every time
#ITS SO FUNNY TO ME EVERY TIME#no beta we die like fey is one i used in one of my fics n i was LAUGIKNG#and then i jsut saw no beta we die like the denning sisters BAHAHAHAHAHAH#its only funny if the death is like unserious tho
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'****
Cillian Murphy headlines Small Things Like These, an understated drama that’s miniature in scale but not ambition.
Opening the Berlin Film Festival, it arrives just weeks before Murphy heads to the Academy Awards to compete for his first Oscar – for his role in Christopher Nolan’s Oppenheimer.
The two films couldn’t be more different, despite both being anchored by the consummate Murphy’s un-showy presence.
Set in 1985, he plays Bill Furlong, who runs a small coal business in County Wicklow, Ireland. Married to Eileen (Eileen Walsh), he’s a father of five daughters – the quiet one in this all-female household.
Set over Christmastime, his children are naturally excitable, but emotions are swelling inside Bill. When one of his offspring asks what he used to get for Christmas, he replies that he once got a jigsaw. Once. It's a heartbreaking admission, one that allows the film to flash back to a sparse childhood.
At one point, we see the young Bill given a hot water bottle as a present; the disappointment etched into his face speaks volumes.
When his wife asks him what he’d like, he suggests David Copperfield, the classic Charles Dickens novel. And indeed, there is something distinctly Dickensian about this story, where poverty seems to exist on every street corner. Quite literally, in one scene, where Bill sees a small barefoot child lapping from a bowl in the road like an animal.
Adapted from the 2020 novel by Claire Keegan, Small Things Like These really is a character study, as Bill’s childhood trauma begins to catch up with him.
The film’s director, Tim Mielants, who previously filmed Murphy in several episodes of BBC show Peaky Blinders, misses no opportunity to train the lens on Murphy’s face, notably when he mournfully stares out of a rain-lashed window. Shots like these speak volumes of his under-the-surface turmoil.
The film really takes hold when Bill delivers coal to the local convent, run by Sister Mary (Emily Watson, who expertly essays a servant of God you simply wouldn’t want to cross).
Bill encounters a young girl named Sarah (Zara Devlin), who has been locked in the convent’s coal shed, and is in desperate need of help. Without ever really explicitly detailing it, the film alludes to the ‘Magdalene laundries’, Catholic institutions that became notorious for exploiting women who were admitted there, often simply because they had fallen pregnant out of wedlock.
It’s not the first time this has been exposed on film, notably in Peter Mullan’s 2002 Golden Lion-winning film The Magdalene Sisters. But while that was a full and frank look at this horrifying practice, Mielants’s movie is deliberately more subtle.
Gradually, we learn that Bill was the son of an unwed teenage mother who escaped the laundries, making his sympathy towards Sarah understandable. Rarely, though, does the film slip into melodrama; expect no grandstanding from Murphy or his co-stars here.
Scripted by playwright Enda Walsh (whose play Disco Pigs was previously adapted on screen, and gave Murphy an early, show-stopping role), Small Things Like These really scores highly in the way it’s been shot.
Mielants and his cinematographer Frank van den Eeden beautifully capture rural Ireland in the mid-'80s, in a way that suggests how little has changed since Bill was a boy in the 1950s.
With much of the film shot around dusk or nighttime, even the sight of carol singers in the street comes with an eerie tint.
At the heart, of course, is Murphy, who gives a performance of great stillness and control. It’s unlikely to catch Hollywood’s eye in the way Oppenheimer has, but it’s another reminder of what a fine and nuanced actor he is.'
#Cillian Murphy#Oppenheimer#Small Things Like These#Frank van den Eeden#Berlinale#Berlin International Film Festival#Eileen Walsh#Claire Keegan#Tim Mielants#Peaky Blinders#The Magdalene Sisters#Enda Walsh
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a lady!
#warrior cats oc#warriors oc#wc oc#warrior cats art#warriors art#wc art#warrior cats#her backstory is rly sad actually . i will put all of it here KJLSLKJDG#she used to be a kittypet with her mother poppy and father fin. and her older (at the time) brother root#her name originally was rose. named after her markings and indirectly named after poppy#however one say her twoleg's house caught on fire and while poppy fin and root escaped alive rose was still inside#and poppy was like 'no root just leave her in there we nede to go' and root was like no fuck off im gettng my Sister#so root did that and was left with very few marks n burns but rose. was uh. not so lucky#a good Chunk of her face was jus burnt off. a lot of her fur around her eye was jus gone n it was jus mostly skin and. bone even#her entire Ear was burnt as well and a good chunk of the rest of her body on that side was burnt. she was very very injured#poppy ofc was like. oh NO my BEAUTIFUL CHILD is UGLY AND SCAARY NOW. while fin and root were just like >:/#but they left their home in search of . someone to Help Rose. and they eventually came across a group of cats - shiveringclan!#so all 4 of them joined and rose was quickly sent to the medicine den and was cared for by grassface the med cat#they were all given warrior names as well. poppy became slatepoppy. fin became finbriar. and root became rootbeam :)#finbriar decided he wanted to be a medicine cat and help Heal injured cats so he became grassface's apprentice#he and slatepoppy also. broke up.#and slatepoppy. told the clan leader that she wanted rose to be renamed. to meltingpaw. and interesting name but the leader#saw no real issue with it. until she realized slatepoppy was naming her meltingpaw. in order to have her warrior name. be meltingface.#and thats basically her whole story as i havent rly developed much past it. oh and also rootbeam is a trans girl#(which is why i said earlier she was meltingpaw's At The Time brother. but shes a girl now :] and she has a mate named lionthorn)#(who is just . a big lady. <333)#also i like to think maybe meltingpaw keeps the name melting- and her warrior name is something neat like. meltingrose#or somthing idk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BGLBGJKLG
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