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rosemist50 · 6 months

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Designs for new cats in A Starless Clan: Thunder! They're all Cats of the Park. First is Rook and Scruff, Riverstar's No. 1 fan and an old guy that's kinda cool actually. Next is Wafflepaw!!! And... Wasp? The two that Frostpaw and Nightheart took back home. After is Bee, Frostpaw's therapist, and Molly, a cat with "a clever sense of humor". Then Chalk and Firefly, both ex-kittypets, implied to be mates but could also be taken platonically which is cool. Firefly's tag is meant to be that Minecraft firefly that was never added that was just two pixels. Firefly was pregnant and said she'd name her kits Frost and Night, so I just threw them in there too, why not. Then is Lark and Marlow, and Lark's kits Weevil and Peg.

⚠️ BIG spoilers under the cut (and in the tags): ⚠️

Finally here are four she-cats that had minor design changes relating to the plot, two aren't from the book but I thought I'd just put them in anyway. These design changes were much too minor for me to justify making whole new fullbodies, so headshots it is 👍 We got Squirrelstar (flight), Sparrowstar (Fur), and Nightstar (RC) for new/confirmed leaders, and Curlfeather with the rare honor of being a Dark Forest cat AND a woman. I think it's just the absolute coolest that Sparrowstar and Owlstar are siblings and became leaders of different clans, not only leaders but both are the 2nd leaders of their clans. You can just feel the potential!!!!

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exocynraku · 6 months

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warrior cats thunder spoilers below (9 images, not under cut) //// . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

all of the new cats from thunder! theyre all cats of the park lol . . . . . . . . warrior cats thunder spoilers above (9 images, not under cut)

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naixatlozdesigns · 2 months

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Ultra Deep Sea

Fully dyeable OOS Dyes and DNAs: Alien Eyes, Crystal, Weevil Shade, Zorilla Shade, Bioluminescence Estimated Cost: 22 CWP Payment: 1 CWP or 4,000,000 WC Looks great on most breeds!

#wajas #dye design #fan design #fan design: pokemon #design basis: landscape #for sale

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scourge-sympathiser · 3 years

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poplarspring & weevilface

#catz #wc oc #bitd #i wanted 2 round out the protag crew but knew nobody waz gonna request these 2 since i like. nevr talk about thm sooooooo pbbth #weevil is technically the main main charcter 2 lmfaoooo #also poplarz design still might change idk if i like thm #but dude. dude do i lov weevil my little man #weevilface #poplarspring

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neurodiverse-myfanwy · 3 years

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Alexithymia

a/n: I am proud to present my first fic for my 25 follower celebration! This one features an autistic Ianto struggling to identify and process emotions and comes from the first prompt from this post from @bookwermthings. The title and the concept is alexithymia, a trait of autism and other neurodevelopmental disorders. WC: 996

It was easy, easier than anything, to say that Ianto would die for Lisa. For Yvonne.

A year later, he would die for Jack. For Gwen. For Owen. For Tosh.

And then two years after that, for Jack. For Gwen. For Rhys.

“I love you,” said Lisa. It was their six month anniversary, and the first time she’d said those three words. They were in a gorgeous French place, and she was wearing a fitted red dress, and Ianto thought she was the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

“I love you,” said Lisa, and he froze.

“I love you,” said Lisa, and he said, “Good,” and they drove home in silence. It took three days, several apologies, a bouquet of flowers, and a handwritten I love you Ianto wasn’t sure he even understood for Lisa to speak to him properly outside of work after that.

“I need you,” said Yvonne. They were being marched away from the Breach by Cybermen and she tugged him to the side and looked him in the eye and gave him the chance to run away, to try to fight the Cybermen, to try to fight the Daleks. To lead Torchwood One in her absence, even if it meant he only prolonged his own inevitable death.

“I need you,” said Yvonne, and he nodded sharply, and he ran.

“I need you,” said Yvonne, and he ran, and he never saw her again.

“I came back for you,” said Jack. He had been gone for months (Ianto would later learn it was over a year from Jack’s perspective), and then he came back and Gwen railed on him and Ianto thought he deserved it, because he left them. He left Ianto, and Jack couldn’t leave Ianto. It threw the universe out of balance.

“I came back for you,” said Jack, and Ianto said nothing.

“I came back for you,” said Jack, and “Dinner? A movie?” and Ianto said yes even though his heart ached just as much now that Jack was home as it did when Jack was gone.

“Sweetheart,” said Gwen. His mother had died, and he didn’t know who to talk to, who to tell. He couldn’t even talk to Rhiannon, because she was busy with the kids and with Johnny and heaven knew they hardly got along anyway. He told Gwen, because Gwen got along with him better than Rhi ever had.

“Sweetheart,” said Gwen, and Ianto lied and said he needed the loo.

“Sweetheart,” said Gwen, and Ianto went to the loo, and when he came back, his face splotchy and red and the edges of his hair and collar damp from tap water, he picked up his keys and walked out the door and thanked Gwen for letting him visit with her.

“Careful, Tea Boy,” said Owen. Ianto had damaged his chest tissue and bruised his ribs from binding too tight, and from exercising while binding, but in his defense he couldn’t just take off his binder at a moment’s notice to chase after a Weevil or fistfight a Blowfish. Still, Owen’s hand was gentle on his shoulder, and he looked down at Ianto and promised to buy him three new binders that fit better if only Ianto would promise to bind safely.

“Careful, Tea Boy,” said Owen, and Ianto shrugged him off.

“Careful, Tea Boy,” said Owen, and Ianto gathered up his clothes and winced at the pain in his ribs and made sure Owen’s coffee was exactly as he liked it until he saw the pristine package on his desk in the archives. He opened it, and there were three new binders, all different colors, and they fit like a glove.

“I hope I did good,” said Tosh. It was her video, though, and it was wrong. It didn’t have Tosh’s warmth or softness, or the gentle smell of her shampoo, because Tosh was dead. Gray had killed her, killed Owen, killed Jack a hundred million times over. Tosh was dead, and outside of this damned video, Ianto would never see her again.

“I hope I did good,” said Tosh, and a tear slipped unbidden down Ianto’s cheek.

“I hope I did good,” said Tosh, and Ianto walked away, because there was a gaping hole in his chest that seemed the size and shape of Tosh and Owen and Lisa and Yvonne and Mum and Dad and everyone he had ever been willing to die for. There was a gaping hole in his chest that belonged to Tosh, because she did so good, and he wasn’t sure he could ever be happy again.

“Thank you,” said Rhys. Ianto thought he had embarrassed himself, with the croquet set and the carrot sticks, losing his tie to a stranger’s pet. But here Rhys was, tears in his eyes, staining his cheeks, wrapped in the arms of his friends and holding a hand out to Ianto.

“Thank you,” said Rhys, and Ianto inched closer, awkward and anxious.

“Thank you,” said Rhys, but Ianto only did what any friend would do, didn’t he? He reminded Rhys that it was okay to grieve, it was okay to lose, it was okay to be sad, it was okay to grieve, it was okay to love. Even if it was hard to understand love, it was okay to love.

For Lisa, his heart pounded in his chest.

For Yvonne, he would tear apart the planet.

For Jack, he would listen and embrace and kiss until he no longer could.

For Gwen, he would talk.

For Owen, he would keep himself safe.

For Tosh, his heart was torn in two.

For Rhys, he would push himself out of his comfort zone.

Ianto didn’t know what to call these feelings, or how they were different from each other, or how they were the same, but he kept them and cherished them and grew them when he could and mourned them when he had to, and even when he ached, he was warm.

#follower celebration #25 followers #ver's 25 follower celebration #fic #fanfiction #torchwood fanfiction #autistic character headcanon #autistic ianto jones #ver writes things #ver writes fic

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majesticnerdynerd · 3 years

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WIPWCW #4

So... I’ve skipped the last 2 weeks of check-ins because I simply forgot, LOL *dumbass* Here’s a new check-in for @wipwc-wednesday!

Weekly WC: counting the last 2 week ~13k I’ve finished epiosde 12 of Reichenbach Falls, my superwholock fic. Besides that, I’ve reviewed all chapters of my potterlock fanfic, Harry Potter and the Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, which accounts for like, 85k words.

WIP Status: RF is doing great, I have started episode 13, so my pre-writing schedule is coming along nicely. My potterlock fic is on the line to start pre-writing a few chapters ahead too, at least 4 but preferably more. My spn flower shop series are on hold for a bit

Chapters: I’ve written a total of 5 complete first drafts for 5 individual chapters. I have also published the whole 8th episode of Reichenbach Falls called ‘National Treasure-Trove’ where John and Irene sought out the town’s original founder and uncovered a conspiracy, and Sherlock helped Sally Donovan solve minor cases while Greg stayed in county jail after a pair of kids pranked him. Yep. Poor Greg.

Favourite Characters To Write This Week: I have to say writing John Watson is quite interesting. Giving him the background I did, it’s easier to relate to him and put a few lessons forward eventually. Then Greg Lestrade, he is an interesting guy who has a lot of secrets of his own so >:D

Favourite Snippet/Scene: This is from episode 8, Reichenbach Falls, where John found an official file documenting the infamous coverup

THE O’LEARY COVER-UP

‘Let it be known that Balexander O’Leary, famous in his native Reichenbach Falls for rolling down the hills stark naked and let wild racoons clothe him until he got fleas and for drinking sewage water, thinking it was a magic potion granting him powers to see Jesus Christ and fight him until his second coming on Earth, was chosen to become the first US-allowed official mayor of Reichenbach Falls. O’Leary often spoke in a series of babbles and unintelligible yells, usually screaming his trademark phrases: ‘That sign can’t stop me because I can’t read!’ and ‘Baghferumehamamahaaaaaa! The winged oats are attacking!’’

“Oh my God, he predicted a meme and spoke in keysmash?” Irene said in awe. John grunted a response, his brain focused on the rest of the text.

The rest is under the cut! See you next week, folks!

‘The fabled founder of Reichenbach Falls was, in fact, a fraud. His last miserable, and completely unaccounted for moments on Earth were spent suffocating in a barrel filled with pickled water as he attempted to transcend to the lost world of Atlantis. Whether he’d achieved it or not, no one cares, because Balexander O’Leary was a [CENSORED] hated by everyone who got a whiff of his cologne and personality. He will not be missed.

‘The true founder of the town appears to be a mysterious man who allegedly travelled here from the future year of 2012. Also known as Alexander Hirsch, or King Awesome-Sauce, the eccentric miracle man went crazy the first night he discovered the town’s whereabouts. He claimed that he had had a bet with a friend in the future, which consisted of burning his old, ugly red jacket that was burned under a Full Moon while Hirsch and his friends danced around the bonfire, chanting Satanic verses such as: ‘Hola-Ola-Antilopa-Mola-Dona-Pepsi-Cola!’ or ‘We’re all weevils in a captain’s biscuit!’ In other words, he had sold his soul to an unspecified deity or demon, and thus Reichenbach Falls was created.

‘Hirsch was also famous for riding into the White House and battling Thomas Jefferson and his pet alligator with an army of alloted deer, three of which were constantly addicted to petrol. Hirsch claimed his German surname granted him the magical ability of a Disney Princess, and used his powers most accordingly.

‘Unfortunately, Hirsch’s 21st century antics held no purpose in the late 1700s, and he went crazy in less than a month, drawing odd sketches of two siblings in a mystery town. He was impeached by a group of thug squirrels who took over Reichenbach Falls in an unsuccessful attempt to establish a forestocracy as a protest against deer who licked their nuts (unspecified which kind). The squirrels were gunned by woodpeckers who avenged the local mafia family of beavers, and peace was once again established, but in the meantime, Alexander Hirsch disappeared. The last time the locals had seen him was on the back of a half-paraplegic deer with abhorrent singing abilities as Hirsch yodeled a weirdly familiar theme song of his made-up world.’

#WIPWCW #check in #Reichenbach Falls #Harry Potter and the Adventures of Sherlock Holmes #john watson #sherlock bbc #irene adler #greg lestrade #johnlock #Johnlock fic #potterlock #superwholock

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