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My third fake Warrior cats cover for @obfiction !
I’ve been wanting to create fake warrior cats covers for a while and @obfiction is one of the most active warrior cats youtuber in france (my natural language), so I got the idea to draw fanart of her own fanfic to create myself a set of illustrations / covers. Click for details :D
Random mansion generator
The Procgen Mansion Generator produces large three-dee dwellings to toy with your imagination, offering various architectural styles and other options. Each mansion even comes with floorplans:
https://boingboing.net/2019/07/12/random-mansion-generator.html
guess who got stung by 7 bees today!
A friend of mine posted this and tagged my old instagram account, asking me to share it. I figured sharing it here where I actually have a following, would be far better.
Please remember that just because the government is giving into pressure and greed, that doesn’t mean that any of this is getting any better, in a lot of ways it’s getting worse. And even if you yourself aren’t being as heavily affected anymore, there are people and communities that are.
Stay safe Darling ones, and help others remain safe too.
nice emojis vol. 2!
I’ve gained SO many followers ever since people learned i made the original nice emojis; so I wanted to give back to you guys for the incredible support over these days! These emojis are still free to use however you’d like, credit is not needed but appreciated! (unless you modify them/draw over them)
they’re discord friendly as well! feel free to use them in your servers ♥
i will rb with the redbubble link at the request of people who want to buy these as stickers!
Callout post for @archeologistlion
@archeologistlion eats RAW FUCKING BUTTER AND SEES NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT
this fourth of july think of the indigenous people of america who had their country and land stolen from them with little to no reparations or apologies. land is still being taken. sacred grounds are still being ripped away. there is no “independence” for the people who were here first.
Things almost every author needs to research
How bodies decompose
Wilderness survival skills
Mob mentality
Other cultures
What it takes for a human to die in a given situation
Common tropes in your genre
Average weather for your setting
“do you believe in destiny, featherpaw?”
the molly clicks her tongue and looks to the starry-eyed skylight, mulling her brother’s question. it was one of those spur-of-the-moment questions that children ask and then forget about, their tail brushing for a moment against something greater than their skin and then slinking away.
“i don’t think i believe in destiny, stormpaw. but the stars up there are pretty anyways.”
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stormkit is thrust into the world with his mother’s blood on the back of the ears. he cannot see, but through his muffled ears he hears commotion, and he feels a brazen tongue clean him as he wails for something he cannot describe.
for a second, in the darkness of his newborn blindness he sees something shimmering before him. he barely manages to tilt his head up and sees the thin outline of a starclan cat, presiding over a warm body that smells of milk.
this is destiny, stormkit. this is purpose.
another moment and the shimmering shape that smells of the forest’s whispers disappears, and stormkit only knows that something is missing. he wails again, and again and again, into the pit of blackness that he will forget about tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.
do you believe in destiny?
-
death has many scents. some are haunting yet serene, daring at a world beyond, like at the moonstone. some can only be described as thick and earth-shattering, like the mist of a battlefield cleared.
but the bonehill’s smell of death was one of rot and finality. it had no grace except for that possessed by the tabby tom who sat at the top, his eyes glittering with control and a speck of fear.
stormpaw’s eyes are transfixed on his mentor, watching as the rubble-colored tom stares down the tabby. his skeleton is on the outside looking in, and his eyes look as if they have a ripple’s rings about them. he knows that stonefur will be ordered to kill him, and yet he hopes against hope that something else will happen, that the bonehill will fade away and stormpaw will wake up in the apprentice’s den with featherpaw beside him like it was all a nightmare that lingered beyond its time, and yet-
‘you’ll have to kill me first, tigerstar.’
the area becomes a blur as two cats, and then three and then one, fling themselves at each other. he could hear stonefur mutter something about being the captain of his own soul- or something, stormpaw could not hear above the roar of blood and the growling sound of claws ripping through fur- and then the tom was gone, his body splayed out across the grass, . stormpaw felt dizzy as he saw a spot of blood that had flown an odd way across his leg.
and then- he saw a thin outline of starclan, and he knew he had seen it before but could not name the place or time.
this is the chosen life. remember it, stormpaw.
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stormfur’s only dream is of that destiny. he seeks it like a kitten seeking mother’s milk.
sometimes his clanmates make fun of him for it. “you shouldn’t be so hung up on being starclan’s chosen one,” jokes heavystep. “you young whippersnappers are always lookin’ to be in a prophecy. between you and hawkpaw all i ever hear about is destiny! if you want to know what prophecy really does look at firestar at the next gathering. poor bastard’s already getting white hairs.”
but stormfur hopes. he isn’t sure if it’s the debt he must pay to stonefur, or atonement for his mother’s death. but he knows he wants even a drop of destiny on his pelt. he wants to prove himself.
one night, he sees that familiar thin starry figure again, on a night where his den is just a little too misshapen to sleep on, and he approaches it, his eyes brimming with awe and a haunting sense of- what was it- nostalgia?
but the spirit does not notice him.
its tail brushes against his sleeping sister
and then it is gone.
-
the journey is, stormfur admits, not as difficult as he thought. sure, he would not have believed it if he had told himself a moon ago that he’d talk to a badger and walk through a mountain, but compared to other things in his life he could never predict it certainly isn’t the most unpleasant- the smell of the bonehill still reeks in the back of his mind.
but somehow he is no longer sure of whether he trusts starclan.
feathertail acts different now. gone was the spark of rebellion and the flame of defiance in her eyes- now, bland starlight peppered them. her fur, which she once prided in for its shagginess, is now uncharacteristically silky. she felt… sterile? stormfur wasn’t sure how to describe it.
she always talked of destiny now, and of fate. she was always eager to see what her fate ultimately was.
the spirits also keep leading her to that windclan boy. there’s something about the windclan boy that stormfur doesn’t trust- perhaps it’s the three odd glints of white light in his eyes or the scent of holly on his breath.
but still, stormfur grasps in the air for that concept of a destiny beyond, something so powerful and profound he struggles to describe it. and when the tribe cats look at him like he’s a messiah- the clan-saving silver cat the stars told of- he finally thinks he’s about to feel it.
but something tells him this is not the feeling he wanted.
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the sharptooth looks like a caricature. its claws and teeth are grotesque- something perhaps a particularly daring queen would make up for a story to keep her kits from wandering into the woods- and scars cover its shoulders and nose like nettle. its growling sounds almost like feline speak, but so distorted that its exact words are never clear.
“i think if we corner it-” stormfur began to instruct, but he stopped once he looked up to see fetahertail, at the top of the cave, focused on the spikes above, her ears flicking as the spirits whisper into it, and one of them pushes on her side and another kicks at her feet, and then, and then-
she is falling, and time is fast yet slow, and she slams into the spikes, and she is falling, and she is falling, and she is falling, and then there’s a crash, and the sharptooth falls to the floor, and then-
the only thing stormfur remembers, next, is standing over his sister’s dead body. her chin was ajar, blood pooling around it into a perfect circle.
the fur was silky.
stormfur looks up. the spirits. they were here now. so many of them, each carefully examining the body like a hunter analyzing its catch.
stormfur does not have the energy to think. but he has the energy to speak.
“DOES THIS SEEM RIGHT?!?” he challenges them, his face dripping with tears. “IS THIS DESTINY? TO THROW AWAY YOURSELF JUST TO GET A TASTE OF THE CHOSEN LIFE? BECAUSE IF IT IS, I DON’T WANT IT.”
You must, Stormfur.
“DOES THAT FEEL RIGHT?!?”
Stormfur, this is destiny.
“I TOLD YOU, I DON’T WANT IT. LEAVE.” he is surrounded by spirit after spirit, begging him, pleading with him, and then he shuts his eyes- and when they are open, the spirits are gone and the air smells clear.
the air, he thinks, has not smelled clear for a long time.
-
“do you believe in destiny, dad?”
the tom clicks his tongue and looks to the starry-eyed skylight, mulling his daughter’s question. it was one of those spur-of-the-moment questions that children ask and then forget about, their tail brushing for a moment against something greater than their skin and then slinking away.
there’s a haunted look in stormfur’s eyes, but it is soon replaced by a bittersweet warmth. he clutches a plumy gray feather under one paw.
“i don’t think i believe in destiny, lark. but the stars up there are pretty anyways.”
Clan Generator’s back!! (for now!)
The first version I put out here got much more popularity than i thought and i’m very happy to hear people have been enjoying it and waiting for an update! :D it’s been more than half a year since so I don’t think this update will reach anywhere near that popularity, but that’s fine honestly.
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🦇🌶♦️ if you're still doing these? Just found your art, you're pretty cool!
this character is definitely a “villain” type.... they’re very hot headed and rash with their decisions !
I Am a Bride
A short comic inspired by Finnish werewolf folklore in which it is many times the wedding couple and/or the entire wedding party that is bewitched to turn into wolves by a resentful guest or family member.
with everything that’s going on with bon apetit, i thought i’d just share some of my favorite recipe-based youtube channels run by people of color
just one cookbook - a super wide variety of japanese recipes. easy step-by-steps and all the recipes i’ve tried have been delicious
souped up recipes - chinese recipes - very informative videos and tasty food - i love her personality too
maangchi - who doesn’t love maangchi. delicious korean recipes and a fabulous personality
get curried - a huge variety of recipes from various regions of india
simply mama cooks - my fav for tejano food. i believe she’s a mexicana married into a korean family, and draws a lot from that
immaculate bites - mostly quick ‘tasty’ style video recipes focusing on southern us, african, and carribean foods. easy and delicious stuff!
stove top kisses - fun and delicious recipes and the videos are super fun to watch - mostly american food
j kenji lopez alt - author of the book ‘the food lab’ - he’s maybe my favorite recipe developer out there. all kinds of food and hes super knowledgeable
I always get so fucking mad when I remember that it’s actually a 16-year-old Algerian girl who influenced BOTH Picasso and Matisse. and. No one gives a rat’s ass about her work which was very focused on women and nature. History -or people dare I say- didn’t bother to remember her name because she was a young Algerian woman and no one cares about Maghrebi/Arab women. unlike P*casso & M*tisse who both became legends, almost gods both during their lives and after their deaths, no one knows her.
Her name was Baya Mahieddine.
More cat tarot by popular request
Hey everyone, we are working on a new t-shirt design and we need your feedback!
Which of these sketches do you like the most? A or B?
You can vote here: https://forms.gle/krsnU5PHt8n9cDDq8
i know she didn't write for warriors but i just wanted to say it :)
Hey guys, I need to save up some cash right now so am opening commissions for the time being. They’re currently just for simple cat drawings like the ones above, but I’m open to discuss other forms of commissions.
I’ll currently have 4 slots open. Send me a message on Tumblr to request one.
Please reblog to spread around!
i really love that the warrior cats community took down a terf from her platform that technically wasn’t even related to warriors, but we will not allow ourselves to even be adjacently connected to a terf, we already have enough of our own problems lol
REMINDER THAT LAIKA’S FIRST FILM SOLELY PRODUCED BY THEIR STUDIO HAD TWO FEMALE CHARACTERS AS THEIR ANTAGONIST AND PROTAGONIST WHO, BY SOME FORM OF DEVIL MAGIC, HAVE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FACES
REMINDER THAT LAIKA’S SECOND FILM NOT ONLY CONSISTED OF A CAST WITH FOUR CENTRAL FEMALE CHARACTERS BUT INCLUDED AN ENTIRE TOWN OF DIVERSE CITIZENS OF VARYING RACE, GENDER, AND AGE. LIKE A NORMAL TOWN HAS.
REMINDER THAT LAIKA’S THIRD FILM FEATURED SAME SEX COUPLES IN THEIR TEASER TRAILER
REMINDER THAT THIS IS ALL STOP-MOTION SO EVERY CHARACTER WAS DESIGNED, MODELED, SCULPTED, RIGGED, AND EVEN HAD TINY CLOTHES SEWED FOR THEM.
also reminder that they make chump change compared to disney who whines and cries that in all their years of experience they can’t handle the prospect of animating a girl with a face different than the rest and that it’s “too hard” because only females can express such a wide range of emotions that it makes them difficult to animate
if a studio with 20-30 years of experience can manage this then SURELY an established studio with NEAR 100 YEARS of experience can maybe, just maybe, include a female that ISN’T a part of their formula
Oh my god 🤣 [Sound on]