hi! i'm currently scripting my clangen comic and was wondering something when i stumbled onto your blog. do clangen comic authors often cut characters/ not include every in-game character? i've had a lot of cats throughout the moons and not everyone did something significant. for the sake of efficiency, i've considered not including them in the comic. i understand this is a "do what you want; it's your comic" question, but i still wanted to seek out advice from people who are more experienced!
Mod Lucky 🍀
I am known to be very very pro cutting characters from your comic! Population management in clangen is no joke, and for the sake of your sanity and your readers, slimming the cast down to a reasonable size will benefit your storytelling. We've all had 200moon elders with redcough show up just to die next moon, or even cats we just haven't particularly clicked with and didn't bring much to your overall narrative. Clangen is the inspiration, not the ruleset you have to abide by!
There are two main ways to reduce character bloat - Preventative Measures and Narrative Pruning. [[wowowow i went on for a while so popped this under a readmore!]]
Slowing the Growth - Limit the amount of litters a cat is allowed to have (mine is 2), amount of siblings within a littermate group allowed to have kittens, amount of kittens allowed in a litter, turn off same sex increased adoption, and exiling loners/rogues/kittypets who don't catch your fancy. This will help limit your clan size, and make relationships between characters feel more intimate. You can name them all, give them distinct personalities, and you're not managing ten pages of cats.
Managing the Existing Crowd - silently keeping a larger clan of "no-names" so to speak. They exist in the world but don't demand panel time, only when they become relevant to they get the necessary promotion of a personality. Background fodder, cats to have in mass death events to set the stakes of your world. Foolfeather had two kits that grew to be adult warriors that never narratively contributed to the story the way Darling did - so I axed them both. Merging cats together, like Wheatburn and an un-named sibling, or letting cats choose to leave the clan are fun options.
Of course, you can do whatever you want forever - some people love the chaoticness of "canon events" clangen - and enjoy the challenge of following their own preset rules, but a comic is also a curated experience with a goal to tell an underlying narrative. The second most important thing is this reduces the amount of different cats you have to draw - focusing on the character designs of your main cast to be recognizable, while not having to overcomplicate them to compensate for a large amount of single color black, brown, or white cats.
Anyways! Wishing you luck on your clangen journey!
Can i request... M!Reader x Sub Xigbar. Let him be spoiled and taken care of... as a treat..
Oh my goodness, yes!!
I have never considered a Sub Xigbar before and now I am absolutely hooked.
Thank you so much for sending this in and I hope you enjoy it!
**Taking Chances ~ Xigbar x M!Reader**
Words: 2767
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Sitting and waiting in the gray room wasn’t how you wanted to spend your evening. You and Xigbar had plans to spend the night on the town, likely in The Land of Dragons for the fireworks festival. That was all before Saix sent him out on a last minute mission. Xigbar promised he’d be back before you knew it, but that was half a book’s worth ago. You’d given up on reading fifteen minutes ago and slouched on the couch with your feet propped up on the table.
Silver light from the heart shaped moon outside poured in through the windows. It was a sight you were well used to in the castle. It was always night here. If it weren’t for the clocks Vexen put together, the concept of time would be entirely lost on all of you. One of said clocks hung on the wall. It was wide, round, and audibly clicked with every passing second. You watched it drag on. Tick, tock, tick… With a groan, you leaned your head back against the couch. When was he coming back?
As if in reply, a Corridor sprouted from the floor. You perked up, smirking as Xigbar walked through. An audible breath of relief left you and you stood up to greet him. But you paused. He looked tired. You could see it in his eye, in his face. The Corridor disappeared behind him and the two of you stared at each other.
“Xig-” You reached for him, but stopped at the sound of boots approaching.
“Xigbar,” Saix said, his voice an annoying mixture of plain and stern. “You’ve finally returned. I assume the mission is complete.”
Xigbar scoffed, his trademark smirk curving across his face. “You think I’d be back if it wasn’t? Look who you’re talking to.”
Saix’s only reaction was a raised brow and a short hum. “Lord Xemnas needs to speak with you. Report to the meeting room.”
You twitched, hands clenching at your side, but you didn’t say anything. Xigbar gave a snarky response, but agreed to the meeting. The two of you barely shared a glance before him and Saix were gone. Grumbling under your breath, you slowly followed through the vast empty halls.
Reaching the doors of the meeting room, you leaned against the opposite wall. You grabbed your half finished book from your coat and continued to read. Through the double doors you could hear raised voices. It wasn’t anything new. You didn’t know what went on with the meetings Xigbar had with the Superior, but they always left him weary. Not that he would ever admit it.
“Are you attempting to eavesdrop?” Saix asked, walking in from around the corner. He was poised, hands behind his back.
“Just waiting for Xigbar,” you replied, not feigning him a glance and kept your nose stuck in your book. “We were supposed to have the night off.”
Saix hummed, the sound grating to your ears. “He will be a while longer. I would suggest finding a better use for your time.”
“Thanks for the info,” you muttered. “But I’m just fine where I’m at.”
“Suit yourself,” Saix said and he continued his walk. He’d be back around in a while, on his patrol of the castle.
Once he was gone, you rolled your eyes. He was the one creating the schedules for all the Members, so he had to have known yours and Xigbar’s plans. It wasn’t the first time Xigbar had been run ragged and you guessed it wasn’t going to be the last. To you, it seemed that Saix liked having that control over Xigbar. And it infuriated you.
Shaking your head, you focused back on reading. One chapter passed, then two… then three. If Xigbar wasn’t meeting with the Superior, you would have considered busting down the door to kidnap him. Instead, you just had to wait. Saix’s footsteps occasionally echoed past as he walked his route. He had nothing better to do, it seemed. Or maybe he was waiting for the exact moment Xigbar was free so he could give him yet another menial task.
The door to the meeting room finally creaked open. You shut the book and stuffed it back in your pocket, grinning as Xigbar walked around. He paused when he saw you, then looked away with a scoff mixed with a laugh.
“You’ve seriously been waiting out here this whole time?” he asked, walking down the hall.
You jogged after him. “Well yeah, we had a date tonight, remember?”
He paused and stretched his back. “Yeah, I remember. Doubt those fireworks are still going.”
“I wouldn’t try to make you go after all that anyway,” you told him, catching up to his side.
“Oh, and why’s that?” he asked as if he didn’t know.
“Have you had a second to yourself today?” you asked, your eyes studying him.
His hair was frazzled and a bag weighed under his eye, yet he merely shrugged lifting his hands to his sides. “Eh, gotta do what the bossman says.” He continued walking. “So what do you say to a midnight flight in Neverland? Haven’t been there in a while.”
Rolling your eyes, you grabbed his wrist, stopping him. “I think we stay here tonight.”
He looked down at his wrist, and lifted it, keeping your hand attached. “Oh yeah? What are you gonna do, force me to stay put?”
His inclination wasn’t subtle and even if it was, you could see the way his eye shifted. Staying put tonight meant one thing: you’d have to make it worth his while. Thankfully, that’s exactly what you had in mind.
“If I have to,” you teased.
“I’d like to see that,” he replied with a laugh, continuing to walk.
With a tug, you pulled him over and pushed him up against a wall. His breath left his chest when his back hit and a grin formed across his face.
“Now we’re talking,” he breathed out and you chuckled.
You kept your hand on his wrist, pinning it to the wall. He kept his other hand at his side, content to let you take the lead. Sliding your hand behind his neck, you pulled your lips together. It wasn’t slow or methodical, the two of you were well versed in passion. He groaned in your mouth, that damn smirk still curved across his mouth.
Footsteps approached, but neither of you stopped. Instead, you deepened the kiss. Your tongue pushed into Xigbar’s mouth and he reacted in kind, sliding and dancing with yours.
Saix sighed heavily, a sound both of you expected. Even without seeing him you could tell he was rubbing the bridge of his nose. “If you’re going to drool over the other, head back to your quarters. No one want to see that. Least of all, me.”
You broke the kiss, your mouths just a breath apart. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Xigbar lifting his hand and flipping Saix off. You snickered and replied: “Gladly.”
A Corridor surrounded both of you and you reappeared in Xigbar’s room. Before the black smoke was even gone, you were unzipping Xigbar’s coat. The leather slid off his shoulders, crumpling to the ground. Then your lips crashed back together, both of you tugging at fabric and undressing the other. The backs of Xigbar’s legs hit the bed and you pushed him on top of it.
He held himself up on his elbows. Smirking as he watched you finished undressing yourself. His gaze roved over you unabashedly, focusing on the hardened bulge in your pants.
“Move back to the headboard,” you told him and he looked up at you, amused.
“Ordering me around?” he asked. “Sure that’s a good idea?”
You smirked back, undoing your pants’ buckle. “I’ll take my chances.”
He watched you a moment more, before deciding to listen. Curiosity got the best of him. When he was in place, you climbed over him. His smirk remained there, but you felt the way his breath was trembling every so slightly. The pupil in his eye dilated as you leaned in.
“Well alright boss, what did you have in mind?” he asked, his breath catching when your tongue darted out and licked along his jaw. “Fuck…”
“Figured with all the ordering around from the others, you could take some from me,” you murmured against his ear. He hummed, almost growled in response. “I think you’ll end up liking my orders more.”
He chuckled. “I think you might be right. I guess I’ll play along.”
“Put your arms above your head,” you ordered, kissing along his jaw.
He hesitated, but did as you said. You sat up and with a flick of your hand, white vines sprouted out of temporal portals and bound his wrists. He craned his neck to see it, tugging lightly at the binds.
“Didn’t take you as the bondage type,” he teased. “Ya know, I could break em.”
“And ruin the fun?” you asked, matching his grin before you kissed him. “I want you to feel everything tonight,” you whispered against his lips. “Relax for once.”
He hummed into your mouth, then replied once you began trailing your lips down his neck. “Works for me.”
You smiled against his skin, feeling his quickening pulse. Your hands slid down his sides, tracing his scars and muscles. His chest heaved up and down with short, heavy breaths. You kissed your way downwards, taking the time to tease his nipples. Every new sensation brought a curse out of him.
His hardened cock rubbed up against your stomach, still confined in his pants. Every so often, his hips rolled upwards, deepening the pressure. He wanted more, but you took your time. His abs tightened beneath your touch and your fingers traced up and down the sides of his waist.
Soft breaths and groans slipped out of him, becoming completely lost to everything you were doing. You peeked up at him, smiling. His brows were knitted together, and a deep blush in his ears that travelled slowly towards his face. Keeping your gaze on him, you lowered your hand over his cock. His back arched and head slung back. A long groaning moan escaped him and you hummed.
“I could get used to this,” you told him and he choked out a laugh.
You kissed down to the hem of his pants as your fingers worked on undoing his buckle. Once it was unlatched, you got up from the bed and tugged off his boots, followed by his pants and undergarments. Then he was completely bare for you, laying helpless on the bed exposed. You spread his legs and allowed your eyes to rove over him. He swallowed hard, his chest rising and falling with every breath. Then your eyes met.
“Enjoying the view?” he asked and you grinned.
You kissed his knee, then along his thigh. Xigbar’s voice caught in his throat and trembled. Your hands slid down his legs, reaching his cock. Precum beaded on its tip, dripping onto his stomach the longer you stared at it. Xigbar hissed when your fingers wrapped around its base. You were careful not to tangle your fingers with the tufts of gray and black hair at its base. It was warm and smooth to your touch, throbbing with every minute movement.
Leaning over, you pulled open the drawer of the bedside table, grabbing the well used bottle of lube.
“You going inside me this time?” Xigbar asked between breaths.
Removing your hand from his cock, you popped open the bottle and coated your fingers. “Was thinking about it. Any objections?”
“Always been curious,” Xigbar admitted, dissolving into curses and hisses when your lubed fingers teased his entrance. “Fuckin hell. It always feel like that?”
You hummed, noticing how easily your fingertips slid inside. “Depends. Does it feel good?”
Xigbar bit down a moan. You wished you could tell him to let it out, but knew you’d be getting an earful from Saix later if you did. “Y-Yeah…” Xigbar stammered. His hands above him grabbed a fistful of the pillow, squeezing it tight.
“I’ll start slow,” you told him and you pushed your fingers in to the first joint. They slid in with ease and Xigbar’s legs spasmed.
Your other hand slid along his body, anywhere you could reach. You were soft, slow, and felt the goosebumps forming beneath your touch.
“Let me know if it hurts.”
He whined in response and you smirked. Your fingers rocked back and then pushed a little further in. He was so warm inside and squeezed around you. Your cock twitched at the sensation, wishing it was inside instead. More precum dripped from Xigbar’s cock, pooling on his stomach.
“God, I want to be inside you,” you admitted and Xigbar laughed, the sound strained and hoarse.
“Fuck me then,” he breathed the words out and he looked at you with a half lidded eye.
Your body throbbed in response and your fingers slid out of him, still slick with lube. With another helping from the bottle, you coated your cock. It tingled beneath your touch and Xigbar watched, his lips parted. Then you situated yourself between his legs and settled your cock at his entrance.
“Ready?” you asked and Xigbar swallowed before nodding.
The tip pushed inside, enveloped with ease. His body wanted you as much as you wanted him. Xigbar bit back another moan, louder than the last. You rocked back, then push in a little further, mimicking the rhythm you had with your fingers. Each inch he took in flooded you with pulsing warmth and pleasure. Both of you sighed and groaned, the sound becoming louder and filling the room. Before you knew it, the entirety of your cock was pressed inside of him. Your hips met and you rocked back and forth, the sound of your skin slapping together mixing with your moans.
Your fingers wrapped around Xigbar’s weeping cock and his back arched. He begged you to keep going with unintelligible words, his hips rocking against yours. You pumped up and down, spreading his precum over his cock. It was all you could focus on to not cum yourself. He was so perfect beneath you, writhing and twitching with a red flush all over his body.
Then it happened. His head slung back, a cry ripping out of him. Cum spurted out over his stomach and chest, dripping down his sides before he even finished. You cursed under your breath, your hips quickening with fast jerky movements. Then he looked up at you with that damn smirk and everything broke.
You grabbed his hips, your fingers digging into him, and you pushed in as deep and far as you could go. Cum spilled out of you, pooling inside of him. Xigbar groaned at the sensation, his hips rocking aimlessly against you to carry you through your climax. You fell forward, catching yourself over him. Both of you breathed heavily with grins painted across your faces.
Leaning down, you met your lips with Xigbar. He groaned into your mouth, lightly biting your bottom lip before letting go. Your cock slid out of him, carrying a trail of cum along with it, then you plopped down beside him. With a flick of your wrist, the vines binding his wrists disappeared and Xigbar rolled to his side to face you. Grabbing your face, he tugged you into a deep, sloppy kiss, stealing the breath out of you. When you parted, your heads rested together.
“That was… really something,” Xigbar said between breaths.
You laughed, your hands resting against his chest. “I’m not hearing any complaints.”
Xigbar huffed a laugh. “Not now. Probably will from the hard ass later.”
“Nothing we can’t handle,” you said and Xigbar hummed.
“I think you were right, you know,” Xigbar said after a moment. He rolled onto his back and sighed. “That was just what I needed. You’re cleaning up the sheets though.”
You scoffed, getting up from the bed. “Fine, but you’re letting me shower first.”
“Shower with me and I’ll consider it,” he teased back, groaning as he got up to stand. “Someone’s gotta clean me out.”
You laughed, following him to the shower. Before he went in, he paused and waited for you to catch up. Grabbing your chin, he pulled you in for another kiss. It was softer, lingering, and left you breathless when he pulled away. He smiled, the emotion matching the softness of the kiss, and for a moment, you could almost feel the flutter of a heart that you didn’t have.
Can I request Joseph’s S/O taking care of him while he’s sick with the stomach flu?? If you’re comfortable writing it!!
Hello anon! you have no idea how much I enjoyed writing this lol! I hope you like it! And thank you for the request ;w;
- mod lucky (∴⊗︿⊗∴)
❥ one shot: taking care of sick joseph
words: 1,096
pairing: gn!reader x joseph
genre: romance, hurt/comfort
Joseph honestly is one of the most dramatic hunters, and this is only more prevalent when he’s sick. Even if he only had a cold, he’d constantly whine about feeling feverish and faint and drape himself over a chair or couch or any nearby furniture.
Aside from this though, it was painfully obvious that he just seriously did not feel well one day, he had mentioned his stomach bothering him one morning as well as feeling much too tired despite making sure he had gotten his 12 hours of beauty sleep (a man’s gotta look his best you know!).
He hardly made a sound as you had made your way over to his side, placing your hand on his forehead. He was actually burning up! It was no wonder he hadn’t left the bed whatsoever or complained when you had gotten up to get dressed before.
He had just about no energy and this was definitely not Joseph just trying to get away with you pampering him all day because he had a cold or anything.
“...”
He was so quiet save for his heavier breathing. You were very concerned as you got the thermometer to take his temperature. It didn’t seem to matter much though, considering he was definitely warmer than what he should’ve been.
“...your hand feels very cool....please do not remove it again...” he asked, albeit with some trouble since the thermometer was currently in his mouth.
Nevertheless, you left your hand on his forehead and pushed the stray hair to the sides. He smiled ever so slightly, he really did not feel well, but having you there was definitely making it just that much more bearable.
And just as you suspected, he definitely had a fever, and the way he placed a hand over his abdomen with a pained expression lead you to believe he had caught some sort of bug.
It was still winter after all...maybe it would be a good idea to knit a scarf for Joseph or something....
“....hn...” the soft groan brought you from your thoughts. It hurt to see the one you loved so much in such pain..
“You don’t have to worry-“ you started. “-I’ll make sure you feel better quicker than you can snap a photo!”
That joke was corny enough to get a small chuckle out of the photographer. Don’t tell anyone though, he’d only deny it. Though the short bit of laughter quickly died down as Joseph’s face twisted slightly at the pain in his abdomen. The smile on your face turned back into worry as well.
“Would you like me to go get Miss Emily? I’m sure she’d know what to do...” It wasn’t uncommon for Emily to be asked over to the Hunter Manor at the request of whomever was sick after all.
The taller seemed to think for a moment before wrapping his arms around your waist. Seems like he didn’t want you to go anywhere....either that or he just want you to take care of him.
“Haha, alright, I’ll see what I can do for you then.” You told him. It was sweet to see him all clingy like this, even though he was feeling terrible. “Though you will have to let go so I can bring some things in here.”
Joseph was hesitant, but released your waist, looking up at you for a moment before pouting and turning away. You could only laugh softly, the photographer would try to act all serious and be seen as this scary and powerful hunter all the while he would whine and pout if something didn’t go his way.
Honestly...how on earth was he the one who watched over Robbie and did most of the cooking? That’s a story for another day.
Once freed from his grip, you gave his head a pat before heading off to the kitchen. Joseph’s stomach seemed to be the center of the problem here, so he most likely wouldn’t want to eat much, but he did need to stay hydrated.
“Hm...some tea should be alright for him..” you mused aloud as you walked about the kitchen looking for a kettle. It didn’t take very long for you to find it and actually make the drink though, quickly pouring it into a mug and turning off the stove before making your way back to Joseph.
He remained in his bed, no longer pouting; though whether it was because he had gotten bored or was just too physically tired to keep the act up, you had no idea. He seemed to brighten up a little once his eyes laid on you though. He definitely knew he was in good hands.
You handed the cup over to him before placing a hand on his forehead again. “...still really hot...”
“Why thank you mon chérie, but please keep in mind that I am still very sick. I felt much too nauseous for my own good right after you left!”
“...”
Yeah maybe it was better when he didn’t have the energy to poke at you like this...
Kidding, you were relieved to see even the slightest improvement, even if it was a bit of a farce. He still looked like hell and most definitely felt like it.
“You know what I meant!” You told him, rolling your eyes while a smile played at your lips. A small chuckle escaped him as he took a few sips of tea.
“Jokes aside, thank you mon chérie, you truly are too wonderful~” His words were genuine and soft, and they made you incredibly happy. You still wanted an actual doctor to take a look at him, but for now, you were content with doing your best to take care of him, running your fingers through his hair as he slowly drank his tea, his body practically begging him to go back to sleep.
He seemed to doze off every now and then, until he finally just couldn’t stay awake any longer. You pressed a kiss to his forehead and fixed the blanket he was currently under.
“I promise you’ll feel better soon Joseph..” you whispered, gently touching his cheek before placing the now mostly empty cup of tea on the bedside table. You then made another promise, one that vowed to stay by his side no matter what.
Joseph seemed to smile softly in his sleep....was he actually sleeping? It didn’t matter, he was just very happy to have someone like you in his life, and he would be sure to thank you for caring for him once he had more energy to.
u think tua series are significantly close to tua comics?
nah theyre not really very similar at all! the show takes some points of inspiration from the comics but its definitely not a beat for beat adaptation :~)
