This Is My Boy, Sir Corius. I Absolutely Adore Him. He's Fricking Adorable. My Baby.

'Bluestar!' Fireheart mewed, padding over toward her den.

'Yes, Fireheart?' Bluestar replied. She was curled up on her moss bed.

'I found the scent of ShadowClan on our territory!' Fireheart replied.

Bluestar growled, standing, her blue-gray fur bristling. 'They are probably stealing prey! If you see any of the other Clans on our territory, you inform me immediately.' Bluestar hissed.

'Yes, Bluestar,' Fireheart mewed.

'Now, go-' Bluestar stopped as a loud whistling noise sounded through the air. 'I guess it's time to go home.'

'Yeah. See you tomorrow, Sky!' Firestar meowed. Sky gave him a nod as she exited her den.

Firestar padded away, leaving the territory alongside all the other kittypets.

'Heya, Rusty,' Sandstorm, who's kittypet name is Sandy, walked over to Rusty.

'Ah, remember we are sworn enemies, you should be hanging out with Dustpelt,' Rusty laughed.

'You take this game so seriously,' Sandy headbutted him.

'I was just joking!' Rusty batted her away with his paw.

'Ready to go back to our twolegs?' Sandy asked.

'Yeah. The food out here is way better than the kittypet food we eat at home, though.' Rusty replied dryly.

'Yeah, I get that.'

Sandy and Rusty ran through the forest back toward their home. Sandy lived a few nests away from Rusty.

Graystripe, known as Fluffy, bounded up behind Rusty.

Fluffy lived at the nest beside Rusty's. It was cool, because they became best friends.

Rusty's other neighbor, Smudge, was too scared to go into the forest. Shame, because we could give him a good warrior name! Perhaps

Authors Note

Unfinished WIP ig.

I'll probably get hate for this, if anyone sees this post in the first place lol.

A son of Stolitz who learns sign language and is friends with Oliver(the adopted son of Fizz and Asmodeus). And there's a biological son of Fizz and Oz.

A hellhound who was adopted by Stolitz at age ten, named Selene. She is currently 13. She loves Loona.

I know they'd already have a family with Via and Loona, but I couldn't help it! I wanted to see how a child of Stolitz would be like, and experience the feeling of creating a hellhound who was treated poorly and abandoned when she was little, and how Blitz and Stolas would take on a hellhound with trust issues who's a lot younger than when Loona was adopted by Blitz. Basically how they would handle a child with aggression and trust issues. Also, I love the idea that the Stolitz love child would be best friends with Oliver! And learned sign language! And Oliver pretty much knew him since birth. Sure, he's a bunch of years older, but they were still extremely close. I'll have to figure that part out... maybe the Stolitz child was born a couple of years before Oliver was adopted? Make it fit in the timeline somewhere. The biological one would probably still be a baby at the time, so.

I want to write a story about my characters and such so bad, but I'm a horrible writer, lol.

Dez thing. There will be more parts since Tumblr has limits to the amount of photos each post.

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Probably weird thing to say, but I'm trying my best to be kind to people. So I do not know the difference between what is weird and what isn't when it comes to small things like that.

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I'm going to state an opinion that is probably very unpopular, and I will probably get hate for it, but that's okay.

I think that it's okay for a teacher, regardless of said teacher's gender, to say they love and care about a student(regardless of student's gender), even if it's unprofessional. They are kids, after all. As long as it's not romantic, inappropriate, or ill-mannered, then it's okay. Some kids need affection from teachers that they might not get at home. So, even if it's unprofessional, it's not necessarily a bad thing.

Once, a paraprofessional(who wanted to be a teacher), had said, 'I have a sharp thing in my hand-' and, to me, it felt like a threat. The feelings didn't process/sink in till later, when I got home. The next day, 5th hour, I mentioned to my English teacher(who is in the same room as the paraprofessional). The para himself had left to go put their snacks in the new high school. While he was gone, I went over to my English teacher after I finished all my Study Skills assignments(I had a few late papers, plus that day's work), I told her about what he said and told her it hurt. I couldn't help but cry. She offered me a hug, and I reluctantly took it(despite my dislike of hugs). She told me he didn't mean it, told me that he had a rough day the day before, because a kid had been saying rude things to them(I think), and it made him a bad mood. She told me he 'loved' me, et cetera. I can't remember all that she said, but she said that he thinks I'm talented, regardless if that's true or not. She said he would never want to hurt me. When he came back, she asked him to come over by her. Me, I was just fidgeting with my Rubik's Cube, trying to do my usual thing of 'pretending I'm fine, nothing is wrong here' thing. My English teacher tried to get me to tell him how I felt, but I repeated, 'I can't,' several times, and then started crying again. I hated myself for that. I hate crying for stupid reasons, especially in front of people. Anyways. He said, 'I feel bad just because you're upset,' not exactly the same way he said it probably, i don't remember, but it gets the point across. My English teacher tried to get me to say it, but I couldn't, she she told him for me. At some point, he muttered something about the kid. I think it was about the things he said. Can't blame him. After it was explained to me, I understood. I understood where he was coming from. But what he said still hurt. I thought he wanted to hurt me because of the serious tone he had. I think... it hurt that bad only because I like him. Technically, he's a paraprofessional, but he pretty much teaches a class, so I always viewed him as a teacher. If I do it like that, you could say he's my favorite 'teacher'. The English teacher is a lot easier to talk to, more understanding, less dismissive, and caring. The para, on the other hand... I mean, regardless of it all, I still think he's cool. It's hard being drawn to someone who seems like he cares less about you with how dismissive he can be. There was this one kid(also the same kid who said those rude things to the para and English teacher) that started calling me a weirdo and a bunch of other things. I don't know him... not really. It was only a tad bit, very little, and I think it's odd how I cared less about the things he said but cared more when the para said something hurtful. Also my English teacher said, in front of the para, that I was one of his favorites and he x

'corrected' her, saying I was his favorite, not just one of them. I don't know if he actually meant that, or he just said that to make me stop being upset.

One time in class he said they aren't supposed to have favorites so he won't tell people that someone is his favorite and the first thing I said was like, 'you probably wouldn't mean it anyway,' and he denied what I said. If he won't tell other students who his favorites are, why would he tell me I'm his favorite? To get me to shut up and stop being so emotional over something stupid?

I have regrets, too. When I was home the day it happened, after I had processed my feelings, I cried awhile(hate it so much), and then I wrote a hateful letter to him. I wouldn't actually give it to him, it's like, 'write letters to the people who hurt you,' type thing. But after the next day, the day he apologized, I regretted it so bad. I feel guilty for it.

Also once time in class he said he moved schools 4 times before coming to our school when he was a kid and I asked why he moved so much but then I said, 'I don't care,' and he paused weirdly. After that, I felt guilty. Still do. I considered asking him why he moved so many times when he was in school before going to our school tomorrow in class. I don't want to feel guilty anymore, and I'm genuinely curious. Is that a bad idea?

Destiny and Dexter are half Greek, part British. They're mother is a child of Thanatos, so they have a little bit more Greek 'blood' in them. Okay, DNA. They definitely have slight gold flecked in their blood.

Can relate. Mondays suck, especially on my birthday. Happy birthday to me! I guess.

happy last monday stuck in an endless february to all who observe 🤍

any other autistics daydream about their special interests during particularly longer work shifts to get through the day or am i insane

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