May 29, 2025
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Yuri
How successful would Nightcloud…
…be if they decided to become a pro-wrestler?
Yes on the microphone skills / Yes on the wrestling skills
Yes on the microphone skills / No on the wrestling skills
No on the microphone skills / Yes on the wrestling skills
No on the microphone skills / No on the wrestling skills
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More designs 👀
Honestly i tried to make them as simple as possible but some characters js dont look good w simple designs 😔
She cat: *gets overly protective of their mate after said mate is flirted with*
That one warriors fan: Evil! Horrible! Toxic! Abusive! I hate this character she's too controlling of her mate! Horrible disgusting brat! She deserves to burn!
Tom: *does the same*
That one warriors fan: Awww! So cute! Look at how protective he is of his mate! So wholesome and cute! he deserves everything in the world!
this post is about Reedshine and Nightcloud.. People treated Night cloud like she was horrible for being defensive of Crowfeather. While she was kinda brat. And she didn't have a good relationship with Crowfeather at all, people treat her like she's a demon. A demon just made to constantly torment everyone and everything.
Reedshine was treated like a jealous brat because she remained Appledusk's mate and simply said: "Go away Mapleshade."
She didn't ever mean any harm, she wasn't a karen for christ's sake. She was a normal woman.
And I don't wanna point fingers at all warriors fans about this, but.. I don't know, sometimes I feel like Tom's are treated.. Better? In a way? By the fans. Like, if a tom does something wrong, the fandom runs to excuse it quickly.
While these types of people exist for she-cats too. it's odd. It's like that one fan who'll say they like Thistleclaw and hate Bluestar for having a //justified// breakdown. They'll excuse his bad actions, but not Bluestar's.
I don't get what's up with the fandom and hating certain she-cats, especially if their jealous when THEIR MATE. ((y'know the cat their technically MARRIED TO.)) is flirted with.
Nightcloud
You ever see an invisible ship and think "damn if only this was more popular?"
THAT'S ME WITH SHIRAYAMA/NIGHTCLOUD.
I swear to God there is LITERALLY NO CONTENT on these two. No fanfiction, no fanart, nothing. Zero. That makes me super sad because I can see these two as a really goofy, flirtatious couple with no qualms about showing off their relationship in public! So, I decided that sometimes you gotta take matters into your own hands and build the ship up yourself.
I made this using IbisPaintX and it took maybe around 2 hours to make. Although the background is one of the published ones available in the app, I'm actually pretty happy with how this turned out!! When I get free time, I might draw some more of them! I have a whole bunch of head canons about these two and their relationship so I might make a post about that soon. :3
It’s Been Too Long
Midnight’s heels clack against the marble tiles and echo through the vast halls of Tartarus, figurative trails of ice following her in her wake. The workers sent to escort her stay at a safe distance behind her, wary of the violent aura surrounding the middle aged woman. Shouta called her only a few hours ago, and once she heard the news, once she knew who Kurogiri was and how he was made, she dropped everything and demanded to be allowed into Tartarus to see him. Nobody stopped her, given her history with Shira-- Kurogiri, how could they?
His cell is hidden in the deeper parts of Tartarus and is completely airtight, surrounded with a special type of padding that negates warping to a degree. Midnight has no idea how it works, but frankly, she doesn’t care. The only thing she cares about is seeing her old friend for herself.
The doctor in charge of his cell bristles when Midnight steps up to him, “M-Midnight-sama! What are you doing here--”
“I need to see him,” Midnight says firmly.
“I-I’m sorry, but he’s asleep right now--”
“I don’t care. Let me in.”
The doctor looks like he wants to object more, but he wisely presses a few buttons and the large, metallic door opens up, revealing darkness in the form of a man on the other side. The doctor clears his throat. “L-let us know if anything happens,” he says.
Midnight doesn’t bother replying. Her red heels carry her inside the cell and the metal door seals shut behind her with a metallic hiss. The room is divided into two with a large glass plane separating her from Kurogiri, and from his side of the room, the only furniture Kurogiri has is the chair he’s strapped to. Kurogiri looks exactly like how he did at USJ; wispy purplish black mist cloaks his entire body and thin lines of yellow mimic closed eyes. At first glance, he and Shirakumo look nothing alike, but now that she has context, she can see similarities in the hair.
Midnight’s hands curl into fists. “I can’t believe this... I mean, Shouta called and told me everything, but...” Midnight sets her hand against the cold glass, a shuddering sigh escaping her throat. “Oboro, is that really you?”
Kurogiri says nothing.
It’s been too long since those years gone and passed, but somehow Midnight remembers those days like the back of her hand. She smiles bitterly. “High school was really fun with you around, you know that? You always had this... contagious energy that you brought with you everywhere. Even though you always were an air-headed idiot.” She laughs weakly at her own lame pun. Shirakumo has always loved puns, though she didn’t know what she was hoping to get out of telling one.
“You don’t deserve any of this. I swear to God, I will find All For One and the League and I will tear them apart.” Midnight watches the misty man’s face very closely for some sort of reaction, but predictably, he doesn’t move. Midnight presses her forehead against the glass and allows a few stray tears to drip down her cheeks. How could this happen? He was so young and lively, but all of that was stolen in an instant. Robbed of his life much too soon
“Why...?” Midnight whispers, her tears strangling her voice. “Why did it have to be you? Why you? Oboro why...?”
“N... Ne...”
Midnight’s eyes snap open and she lifts her head. Kurogiri is awake and staring at her with his wide, unfamiliar yellow eyes, but something strange is happening to the right side of his face. The yellow hue is disappearing, and the mist itself is warping into half of an extremely familiar face.
Midnight couldn’t believe it. “Oboro?” she whispers.
“N-Nem... Ne...” Oboro’s voice is strangled and warped, almost like he and Kurogiri are speaking at once, but Midnight knows that face anywhere. Aside from the new scars on his eyebrow, he looks exactly the same as he did fifteen years ago.
“Oboro!” Midnight shouts. Damn this glass wall! She wants to go through it right now and hold his face between her hands. To drag him away from whatever hellscape is holding him. “Oboro! It’s me! Nemuri! Oboro!”
“Nem... Nemur...”
The speakers in the room crackle to life. “Midnight-sama, we’re detecting unusual brainwaves coming off him. Please leave the area.”
“OBORO!”
“I...” The other half of his face is shifting, too. Now, he looks almost completely like Shirakumo but with hazy, misty features. “I’m... so... rry...”
“Don’t be, Oboro! Just hang in there!”
“So... rr...”
Black mist erupts from his body and swirls up into the air like a darkened tornado before collapsing in on itself. Kurogiri’s body slumps forward and Midnight digs her acrylic nails into the glass as if to grab him. The metallic door hisses open and several doctors come in to grab her. The world is numb to her, and Midnight allows them to pull her away from the glass and toward the door.
She should have been with him that day, she should have pushed him out of the way and taken his place under those piles of debris, she should have enjoyed their time together longer... she should have visited the roof more, she should have been more persistent with him, she should have told him how much he meant to her. If she had...
Maybe her best friend would still be himself.
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wispy cloud after night rain at sea