#AJAX-Based

[achromatophoric]

Bianca: Question time. What’s your biggest fear? I’ll start us off.

Bianca: Mine is having my siren’s call always be on. I’d never be able to interact with anyone without knowing that my powers are influencing them.

Yoko: Reaching that awkward vampire age where I’m too old to date mortals because it’s hella creepy, but too young for the age gap to be mysterious and sexy.

Enid: Ending up totally alone and unloved, with no pack or family to call my own. Just a mateless lone wolf.

Ajax: Accidentally smoking a dryad who goes mad aggro and kicks me like five times in the nuts.

Wednesday: *watching a certain werewolf*

Bianca: Earth to Addams, it’s your turn.

Wednesday: *breaks off her stare* Hmn. My greatest fear?

Wednesday: It’s that my ancient family bloodline curse will be triggered by some monumentally scatterbrained technicolor fool, irrevocably binding me to them in heart, body, and soul—

Wednesday: —for all of eternity.

Wednesday: *ominously* They would know only bloody devotion and undying love, as they become no less than a goddess in my eyes.

Bianca: …

Yoko: …

Enid: …!!!

Ajax: …

Bianca: *snorts* Ancient family bloodline curse? What a load of bullshit, Addams. We all know what your actual answer is.

Bianca: *flattened tone* Fear is for the weak.

Wednesday:

Wednesday: Bravo, Barclay. You have seen through my ruse. Now then, since dinner is over… *gets up and stalks away*

Ajax: *leans towards Enid* So we still on for that movie?

Ajax:

Ajax: Enid? Did ya hear what I—

Enid: *frantically typing on her phone* Addams… family… bloodline… curse…

[kazumist]

disclaimer: no it is not my birthday today. i just wanted to try writing again

11:54 PM.

“it feels weird that i’m turning a year older.”

childe lets out a breathy chuckle through the phone—it was soft and light, one that you would never get tired of. “only a few minutes left, are you excited?” you asked yourself the same question for a moment. “i guess so? but this doesn’t make it any different from the other times i waited for the clock to strike midnight.”

“what time were you born?” he then asks. “huh? what’s that got to do with anything?” you ask him back. “did you know that you’re not officially twenty until the clock hits the time you were born?” he could feel your deadpan expression at him, even if he couldn’t see your face during the call at the moment.

“that’s bullshit, ajax.”

“it isn’t, i swear!”

“don’t give me that crap; only you would believe such a saying!”

ajax then laughs at your reaction. you were right though; it’s not really true. nor does that really matter; it just depends on what one would like to believe in. but childe believes in what he said. “but seriously, what time were you born?” you pondered a moment, trying to recall the timestamp that was written in your album back then when you were just an infant. “i think it was around four in the morning? a quarter after four.”

12:00 AM.

when the clock strikes twelve, childe still sang happy birthday to you, only for it to be followed by “well, you aren’t really twenty just yet,” which earned him a threat from you to end the call if he continues it any further.

as the night continues, it was just the same routine that you and ajax have when you call each other during the night. you guys talk—a lot. and there’s also times when both of you just stay in the call in silence as you do your own thing. yet neither of you noticed that the clock was nearing your time of birth.

4:15 AM.

while you were in the midst of telling childe something about your childhood (he thinks that he could never get tired of hearing about yours since his wasn’t all that interesting in comparison), he suddenly spoke. “hey look, you’re officially twenty now.”

your eyes glanced at the time displayed on your phone screen, and sure enough, it was indeed a quarter after four in the morning. 

“huh, you’re right.”

“happy birthday again, (name).”

[ataraxixx]

perhaps frak x arin x percival,,, if that's alright!

Ive been wondering since tangerine entered the arena what would be the result of the arin ship off but im glad our best minds are on this. Anyonen else thinking about how arin was the one to help percival turn to the 'good' side but frak is the one to show arin the 'bad' side..

[loresung]

I need to talk about the sons of Priam and the sons of Telamon and how their dynamics compare/contrast to each other right now. I had a post earlier during book club, but I wasn’t able to fully articulate my thoughts because of book club, so now we’re back with a more in depth post. 

Paris and Teucer are (to a degree) the less desired sons of kings, Paris by prophecy and godly circumstance and Teucer by nature of his birth. On top of that, they both favor a bow and arrow in the face of war. Where Paris fights and deals death from afar, separate from his brethren but especially Hector, Teucer is right there in the thick of fighting at Ajax’s side. His brother’s tremendous, seven-hide shield protects him as they fight together. They (Teucer and Ajax) seamlessly fill the gaps in the other’s defense and offense. In the field of battle though, being an archer is not looked on as favorably as wielding a spear or sword — something repeatedly remarked upon by the narrative. Paris and Teucer are less skilled in close combat than their highly noble brothers, Hector and Ajax. In this way, no matter how many foes they slay during the fighting, they bring less honor to their fathers than their brothers. 

Paris should have been raised as a prince. He was born fully and without doubt in the confines of a legitimate, noble marriage between Priam and Hecuba. Yet he was cast away due to prophecy, given to a slave to be exposed, and having survived that forced to grow up beneath his station from birth as a shepherd (slave) on Mount Ida away from his family by blood. Teucer on the other hand, is a bastard (as Agamemnon states within the Iliad), and as such is implied that he should have been raised on the fringes of the royal family, which he was not. Instead, Telamon raised him within his own palace alongside Ajax. Teucer is seemingly above his station. They have the upbringings the other “should” have. 

It makes you wonder how often Paris and Hector looked upon Teucer and Ajax and wished that is who they should have been. But there will always be a gap between Paris and Hector. Their circumstances ensured it. Hector loves Paris fiercely, but he does not understand Paris on a fundamental level. Paris has lived a life that Hector has never seen, has never experienced in any similar capacity. Teucer and Ajax understand each other perfectly. They have never been apart. Teucer has always had most, if not all, of what Ajax had. 

Hector cannot understand the notion of choosing his personal happiness over that of their people’s safety. He has never lived with wanting before. He does not understand why Paris clings so fiercely to that which he earned. His decision to return to battle despite Andromache’s pleas is selfish, for Hector does want the glory that fighting will bestow upon him. He will not submit to a life of slavery, something his very own brother has experienced for years. He would rather die in battle and be remembered as a prince that fought for their home than as a father that chose to be with his family.  Yet in the same breath, it is sacrificial. He does want his family. He loves them dearly. But he, not Paris, is the protector of their city. He is the greatest fighter at the Trojans’ disposal. He must always return to the field of battle, even if he also desires to be with his wife and newborn son. 

Paris knows that Hector loves him and will do anything for him. To some degree, he does abuse that in how resolutely he refuses to give up Helen and his place among his blood family, now that he has been returned to them. He earned these things for himself. Hector was given them. Why should he be the one to let go? Does he not have the same right to happiness that Hector has had all along?

I’ve lost my train of thought a bit, but yeah… how often do they wish that they were as close as Teucer and Ajax? How often do they wish things could have been different? It must sting to see what they should have had reflected in someone else. 

[pixelrockk]

In a modern au setting i think Childe still has crazy pattern recognition

So if he doesn't have a watch or something while he's at work he can tell the time based on who is on their lunch / who is on break

Eventually he just stopped carrying a watch/phone around bc time just went by faster if he wasn't looking at one since he found other ways to tell the time

Like imagining the harbingers are in a meeting and someone asks what time it is and his stupid ass looks at the shadows of the fucking plants outside and goes "six."

And they're all like 'wtf'

Funny to think about

I love him sm

[subwaylesbians]

do y’all think ajax feels personally responsible for fox’s death? the fighter wasn’t there, and so it was the youngest and least experienced warrior who ended up putting herself on the line to keep them safe. obviously it might have made no difference, or things might have ended up even worse - but if she’d saved her fight for the station, and not the park cop, fox might still be there

[flowersandskeletons526]

"Rusty Kitchen Scissors" - Warriors Concept Album fanfic

Inspired by a headcanon I made wayyyy back when I first joined the fandom about Cochise being the resident hair stylist. Enjoy!

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Cochise wasn’t exactly sure what to make of the Warriors’ new tagger. 

When Ajax first brought her in, Cochise had still slightly doubted her existence. In her defense, Ajax had been out for weeks with no results before coming home with a busted face telling some fantastical story about a phantom tagger, who she’d talked to for all of two seconds before said phantom disappeared for another week. Cochise wondered if she should give Ajax a cognitive check in case she’d lost her mind. 

But then she came home with a young woman with sad eyes and tense shoulders in tow, and Cochise was shocked to find that the phantom tagger was not a phantom at all. Well, maybe. The newly dubbed Rembrandt was a wisp of a woman, who stayed silently close to Ajax’s elbow at all times like a wraith. She had the biggest brown eyes Cochise had ever seen on someone, always flitting around watching everything, half suspicious and half terrified like she was just waiting for someone to tell her this was all a cruel joke. Cochise understood why Ajax was so reluctant to leave her alone.

One main thing Cochise noticed was the girl’s hair. It was long, down to her waist, and more than a little tangled like it had been months since she really brushed it. She was constantly pushing her bangs out of her eyes and Cochise caught her trying to wash spray paint out of the ends with a wet paper towel more than once. She wondered if she should offer to help her take care of it, but Rembrandt was still so skittish that she decided to leave it alone until she got a little more comfortable being with the Warriors. 

Until one day when they were alone in the apartment, and Cochise saw Rembrandt heading towards the bathroom with a pair of old kitchen scissors in hand. 

“Uh, hey Rembrandt?” she called. “Where you going?”

Without looking at her, Rembrandt said, “I’m cutting my hair.”

“No you’re not!” Cochise cried in a panic. Rembrandt jumped and nearly dropped the scissors, whirling around and staring at Cochise with wide eyes. Cochise grimaced and raised her hands apologetically. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to yell. I meant you can’t cut your hair with those.”

Rembrandt’s shoulders relaxed to their normal level of tense as fuck. “Why not?”

“Those’ll fuck it up. Do you want my help? I’m usually the one that does everyone’s hair in this house. Ajax will tell you, I’m the one that did her braid crown. Plus I’ve got scissors that are actually meant for that.”

Cochise could see her thinking about it. She knew Rembrandt didn’t fully trust them yet and she didn’t blame her. Ajax hadn’t told anyone but Cleon the specifics of the situation Rembrandt had had before moving in with them, but she knew enough to know it was bad. She was about to back off and let Rembrandt just go about hacking off her hair with kitchen scissors when the tagger said, “Okay.” 

Cochise grinned. “Great. Go grab a chair, I’ll get my scissors.” 

Standing behind Rembrandt in the kitchen, she set the scissors on the table and went about brushing her hair out. “So, how short were you thinking?” she asked. “Couple inches off?”

“Up to here,” Rembrandt said, and motioned near her chin. 

Cochise paused, frowning. “You sure? That’s quite a bit shorter than what you have now.”

The tagger pressed her hands together, squirming uncomfortably a little in her seat. “I… I wasn’t allowed to cut my hair in my old house. My… He said it would make me look… queer.”

“Are you?” Cochise asked without thinking. Rembrandt started to get up. Cochise was quick to crouch in front of her, putting a comforting hand on her knee. “Woah, hey, easy. It’s okay. Me, too.”

Rembrandt’s eyes widened. “You are?”

“Yeah. I play for both teams. So does Cleon. And Ajax and Swan are full send.” 

“Really?”

“In a world like this? We find each other.”

Taking her place behind Rembrandt again, Cochise went back to brushing her hair out, humming quietly. There were a few places near the ends where Rembrandt still had spray paint stuck, but she left those alone. They’d be cut off, anyway. Rembrandt seemed to relax a bit, flinching only a little when the brush hit a snag or Cochise’s hand bumped her shoulder.

She picked up the scissors. “Ready?”

“Ready.” 

“You wanna do the honors?”

Cochise guided Rembrandt’s hand with the scissors, pressing the blades below her fingers. Rembrandt took a deep breath and slowly, carefully made the first cut. She held the long lock of hair as Cochise went about her work, staring at it contemplatively before letting it fall to the floor with the rest. They sat in comfortable silence, watching Rembrandt’s hair be snipped away piece by piece. Cochise left a few extra inches and double checked the length she wanted it at before fully taking it up. 

As Rembrandt closed her eyes for Cochise to tidy up her overgrown bangs, Cochise saw her fighting a smile. Cochise couldn’t help but smile softly upon seeing the quiet joy on the woman’s face. She was happier than she’d ever seen her in the few weeks of her being with the Warriors. 

Cochise put the scissors on the table and grabbed a broom. “Alright, let me sweep this up and then you can go look.”

“Okay.” 

They went to look in the bathroom mirror together. Rembrandt broke out in a wide grin when she saw her reflection. She leaned over the sink, toying with the ends of her curls that already seemed bouncier without the extra weight pulling them down. 

“So?” Cochise bumped her shoulder against Rembrandt’s. “What do you think?”

“It’s perfect,” Rembrandt beamed. She sounded close to crying. 

“Going to be a lot cooler in the summer, too.”

“Yeah.” Rembrandt didn’t hug her - she didn’t expect her to - but she did lean against Cochise and she figured that was as close as she’d get for now. “Thank you.” 

“Any time. And please, for the love of god, never try to cut your hair with kitchen scissors again. Ask me when it gets too long.”

It got a laugh out of Rembrandt, and Cochise was happy with that. 

They sat on the couch together, Cochise watching a sitcom and Rembrandt doodling in her sketchbook until Cleon, Swan, and Ajax came home. Ajax was the first to notice Rembrandt. The enforcer grinned as she sat on the arm of the couch beside the tagger. 

“Got your first Cochise style haircut?” she asked. Rembrandt nodded, smiling up at Ajax. “It looks good.”

If Cochise hadn’t been looking straight at them, she might have missed the light blush that spread across Rembrandt’s cheeks. She definitely didn’t miss the light, nervous laugh as Rembrandt mumbled a quiet “Thanks.” 

Cochise turned and caught Cleon’s eye. The warlord raised her eyebrows and glanced knowingly at Ajax and Rembrandt. Cochise smirked and nodded. 

She mouthed, “Totally.”

Cleon barely contained her laugh. Rembrandt and Ajax were too lost in each other to hear it. 

[jxmey]

little sneak peak

[baejax-art]

Just a dude hanging out in his tent with his sweet ass sword he won off a Trojan horselord

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

I just reread cyanide narwhal and thinking, did the tsaritsa and the others know how childe's father treats him? And what do they do to childe's family after childe goes back to teyvat? Surely they won't send them childe's salary anymore right??

they don't know, but the tsaritsa and arlecchino and capitano have sort of guessed it already. not the extent of it of course, but now that felix and javert have witnessed it first-hand, they're going to snitch and yeah they won't send the salary anymore

[memorayy]

my tav ajax is so northern attitude (he was raised by yeti in the snowy icy mountains of icewind dale and has a hard time showing affection)

[walmart-miku]

now that I've finished the Fontaine archon quest I need hydro fam shenanigans.

This is the vibe in the hydro fam. You got neuvillette babysitting a bunch of unhinged children.

And before you come for me about barbara, barb is one incident away from being completely unhinged. My girl is barely holding it together. And nilou is unhinged, shes just good at hiding it. Girl was ready to go to jail in the sumeru quest.

Headcannons under the cut

Furina, barb, and nilou do shows together I take no criticism about this. Xingqiu wrote the shows. Neuvillette and childe fund it.

Xingqiu needs to be put in Fontaine. My boy is literally FAMOUS over there. (On a side note, love how every hydro character is famous. Only exception here is yelan but that's cus she's an undercover agent.)

Furina, xingqiu, and barb would get along like a house on fire. You got 3 art kids together, 1 that can get away with stuff, 1 that's smart, and 1 that keeps the shenanigans from getting too big and getting them into trouble. It is a weekly occurrence that neuvillette gets a call telling him his kids went and did some shit again and he's gotta clean it up.

Also childe. He's like that cool cousin that shows up at your door randomly and is involved in a lot of shady shit, but they can't complain cus childe brings xingqiu all of these rare books and makes sure he comes to all of furina and barbs performances and reads monas astrology column in the steambird every morning.

Barb makes coffee every morning for mona and makes sure mona has a balanced diet.

They have weekly tea time. Everyone shows up. No one misses it. Sometimes wrio is invited.

kokomi and xingqiu can talk for hours about anything. Books, strategy, anything. No one understands what they're talking about. Except for ayato but that's only when it's about strategy

Barbara and sigwinne will also talk about medicine for hours and it's even more difficult to understand those conversations

ayato will spawn randomly, hand someone bubble tea and then disappear. It's his way of saying I love you.

He also jumps jumpscares everyone a lot. Not intentionally but just bc someone runs into him and they haven't seen ayato in a few days and he's got Gucci eyebags and looks ready to fight the Raiden shogun. Also because he's just really quiet when he moves. You don't notice his presence unless he wants you too.

All of the adults spoil furina, xingqiu, and barb rotten. Mona tries her best.

None if them like Jean. They think that Jean doesn't deserve Barb after everything but if barb wants to have a relationship with her then they won't do anything.

Candace has fought off a crowd of crazy fans before. She will do it again.

Candace and childe fight once a month. "To see who deserves a name that starts with C" childe says. The matches always end in a draw.

Neuvillette is a better dad then all of their canon fathers.

Barbara will start singing randomly and nilou will start dancing

[ataraxixx]

various things from my sketchbook(ignore how much of this is citrus i promise i am normal)

[chizu117]

I love that weapons don't scale with your character, so great weapon build gnomes run into fights like

[redraven25-stuff]

be in both the mauraders fandom AND sherbverse related shit! it’ll be fun they said! (ajax and ronnie are driving me insane)

[ink-blot-thoughts]

OK but if Yoimiya can see Aranara cause she's pure at heart and understands how kids think and wants to preserve their dreams...

Does that mean there's a non zero chance Childe can see Aranara??!?! Cause I would fucking stan that.