#blindsided

[dragonridersource]

“There will always be a Hiccup and Astrid. Always.”

[calciumyum]

Blindsided fan comic

Read Blindsided on AO3 NOW!!! AU written by @driflew and @cherrifire :]

[sometimes-rendog]

day 80, pi-rats this, pi-rats that...what about prates (pirates without an i)

read blinsided by @liloinkoink here

a closeup of the Bugs for your viewing pleasue

[liloinkoink]

blindsided chapter 2 is real

hello blindsided enjoyers, joyous news, my evil little treebark fic has been updated. this is a link to chapter two, in whihc we shall meet The Captain (wonder who that could be. could really be anyone im sure)

thank you for everyone who has been so supportive of this fic since i posted chapter one, with all the amazing art, comics, and animatics that it has gotten. to all of you kindly and patiently awaiting an update--here she is!

[idyllwave]

blindsided pt 3

simon x reader x tf141

For the rest of the day, they seemed to leave you alone which of course left you to just stay in your room. Their plan of action when you asked them? To, for now, rest and recuperate. Even if you couldn’t see them you doubted that they actually needed a rest, but you decided to leave it be.

“Hey, Bob,” you said quietly as your dog got into bed with you and laid his chin on your chest, “as long as we have each other, I know we can survive the end of the world,” you gently rubbed his head your thoughts drifting a bit, “I mean, it has always just been me and you anyway… even when these guys leave I’m sure we’ll be able to figure things out. Not to mention that I highly doubt they would bother taking a blind girl with them,” you said that last part with a laugh as hugged your dog close.

“Though, I guess there is a small part of me that hopes they won’t leave me…”

Johnny, who had been snooping around, heard what you said when he passed by your room, his eyes looked over at your form that laid curled up on your bed and then at your service dog who was giving him the side eye.

He quietly left the hallway and headed back to where everyone else was in the living room, “no weapons,” he said, “unless you count the silverware in the kitchen.”

“Alright,” Price said, “we’ll rest while we can and then-,” he cut himself off when he started to notice Johnny start to fidget as if having something else to say, “something you like to share sergeant?”

Johnny jutted his thumb back to where your room was, “can we take her with us?”

There was a deafening silence that hung in the room.

“We’re not doing that,” it was Simon who spoke up first, almost finalizing what John was already thinking.

“Why not-“

John gave him a pointed look making him clench his teeth, “I’m not sayin to have er tag along the whole damn time, just long enough to drop er off at the next nearest safe town we come across.”

Another silence entered the room before each and every one of them started to input on either why or why they shouldn’t bring you along.

Meanwhile you were laying in bed, eyebrow twitching as you ran your hand through your dogs fur. You could literally hear everything they were saying. They mentioned how you don’t have any weapons, how you will slow them down if they have to run into rough terrain, how they dog will be an extra mouth to feed and a pain if it turns into a zombie, and honestly you were getting so fed up. Like, ok. You were disabled right now, but that was no reason to be so rude!

Finally having enough, you swung your legs over the bed and made your way out of your room, your dog following behind as you went straight to the living room. The moment you walked in, silence.

“Listen here, assholes, I don’t need or want your help and I am perfectly fine on my own, and even though I can’t kick you out, I will still find a way to do so. So either shut the hell up and mind your own fucking business or get the hell out.”

Your previous thoughts of tagging along with them and not being left behind diminished in a mere millisecond. Then, flipping them off for good measure, you went back to your room (along with Bob) and slammed the door behind you.

“You think she will yell at us again if I say something to her?”

“Don’t push it, Soap.”

[tinjap]

More worms! Actually I have drawn quite a lot of worms but I have not been posting the pictures here due to the low quality of them. But I have now made Blindsided worms that I'll post just so @liloinkoink will be forced to add this to his Blindsided art list >:D

Here is Martyn getting torn to pieces, poor little worm

And here is the famous brig scene, now in worm form!

[ashleybenlove]

Love the shot of Hiccup grabbing her by the waist. Sexy.

Also, he tells her to hold on tighter and this is the next shot after the "I'm glad you're here" line:

Guess who's not holding on tighter?!

Luckily Hiccup's comment invokes in her the need to give him a hug so... it worked.

[eat-your-milk]

What if Astrid really did go blind? How would the rest of the story go?

I can imagine Stormfly acting as her seeing eye companion, letting her lean on her, guiding her to walls to grasp on to and trying to force her to ride as often as she could.

The rest of the riders would make sure that she always had someone with her, Hiccup especially. She would have to learn to depend on her dragon and her friends. She would probably feel so helpless, but Hiccup would always try and make sure to let her help with what she could. Staying patient with her, holding her when it becomes too much, helping her every step of the way.

[love2much]

Magnolia tree

You said you could see you in me

I was surprised

Could've used you in my life but you were blind

[unconditionallove3]

The trust was as radiant as the sun, yet like a sudden eclipse, you cast shadows that blinded me, sweeping me into darkness.

And as the light faded, I stumbled through the ruins of my shattered faith, each step a haunting reminder of the warmth that had once ignited my soul.

[dragonridersource]

“I can’t imagine a world without you in it.”

[howifeltabouthim]

Turns out he felt neglected, Maira said. So, she said, why didn't he tell me?

Susan Minot, from Don't Be a Stranger

[sometimes-rendog]

day 67, reunion

Blindsided by @liloinkoink and cherrifire!

[liloinkoink]

wait, i have a question about your blindsided au. has ren not realized that the captain is martyn?

he has not!

it’s easy for us as readers to say it’s obvious that the Captain is Martyn, but think about it from Ren’s pov

first off, Martyn’s eye being sent to him is… VERY strong proof Martyn is Very Dead. and even before he was gifted Martyn’s eye, he saw the blood in the alleyway showing someone suffered some serious wounds, and the piece of Martyn’s braid left behind that proved the blood belonged to Martyn. combine all of that, and body or not, Ren feels he has overwhelming proof of the fact Martyn is gone

additionally, it’s been four years. if Martyn had survived, why wouldn’t he have come home? they were incredibly close for years. if Martyn were still alive, surely Ren would know by now, because Martyn would have done anything in his power to come home. he didn’t, so clearly, he couldn’t. he’s dead

on top of that, Ren no longer really remembers what Martyn looked like. he remembers broad strokes, like blond and stocky and about how tall he’d been, but the finer details are a bit lost on him, especially since there aren’t any pictures or anything of Martyn to check.

even if he did remember, the Captain also looks somewhat different to Martyn—he’s got some pretty heavy scarring, his eye is missing, and his hair is cut completely differently to how Martyn’s was. i also think that in Dogwarts, a winter territory, Martyn probs got less sun than the Captain does, so the Captain’s probs got more of a tan (or is more sunburnt—Martyn seems to be the type of guy to burn more than tan tbh). i think he also holds himself differently after a few years at sea, tho if i go into mannerisms and body language this will get very long

anyway. Ren doesn’t realize that the Captain is Martyn for the same reason you wouldn’t assume any random old woman you meet on the street is Queen Elizabeth. why the fuck would you assume this random stranger is a man you know has been dead for years? because, what, they’re both blond? that doesn’t make any sense. it would be a kind of insane conclusion to come to

so nah, Ren doesn’t realize. because that would be a miracle, and Ren doesn’t believe in those anymore

[driflew]

Blindsided au?

i wrote a partner piece to the Ren dream thing about Martyn and dreams/nightmares, so here's that

Martyn’s vision is red. His left eye stings with salt and blood and sweat and he can barely feel it for the cutting pain of every other part of his body. 

There’s a knife or perhaps a thousand, gleefully carving up his entire right side. There is blinding pain up his back and across his chest and down his arm. There is a hole in his face and a chasm in his chest and he can feel every wailing burning nerve exposed to the open sky. Martyn cries out, but his attacker takes no pause and feels no mercy. 

Martyn’s heart beats so hard and loud he’s certain it’ll just shake its way out of his chest to fall out of the serrated skin and splash onto the street. 

Martyn wakes up screaming. He sits up in bed, arms pinwheeling wildly, swiping at an opponent he can’t see.

One of his hands grabs at his chest, looking for a knife he doesn’t find. It’s only fabric, dry and intact, as if he isn’t even hurt. 

And… he isn’t. He isn’t in pain. It takes him a moment of panting in the dark to remember, but Martyn isn’t hurt. 

Martyn is… Martyn’s in his bedroom—a fist in the sheets below him confirms that. He doesn’t close his eyes—can’t let himself, not yet—but when he makes himself stop, stare down at his legs, and breathe, he’s able to remind himself of the safety of his room and the rocking of his ship, to ground himself with the ocean’s waves. 

Martyn is… not by himself. His door is open, but the sliver of light is blocked. There’s someone at the door, watching him from across the room. He glances up, unsure what to expect, but his shoulders sag as he takes in who’s here. 

“Ren?” Martyn asks. He’s surprised at how small his voice sounds, but the silhouette puts him at ease. 

“Your majesty,” Ren corrects, and yes, it’s him. It’s difficult to tell, with the only meager light coming from Ren’s back, but the ears and unchanged clothing give him away. His arms are crossed, his tail loose by his leg, and his expression is completely lost to the night. 

It wasn’t often either of them had bad dreams, way back then. Martyn’s were always the silly, meaningless sort, like heading into town without his clothes or all of his teeth falling out. Ren’s always slept light, and so was always woken by Martyn’s tossing and turning, already sitting up and fretting by the time Martyn finally woke. Martyn used to laugh when he told Ren about whatever dumb dream he’d had, soothing himself until both of them could sleep again. 

Martyn’s nightmares aren’t laughable now. He takes a second to breathe, still gasping, still trying to get his panic under control. Ren leans against the doorframe, but whatever he thinks of this display, Martyn can��t tell. 

Martyn would really love to be able to sleep again. 

“I know you’re angry and not really giving me the time of day right now,” Martyn says, “But it’s night, so. Would you… would you sit with me? Just for a minute.” 

“No.” Ren doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t even think. Martyn’s breath hitches, though he hopes Ren doesn’t catch it. 

“Right, yeah,” Martyn says. He would have thought Ren would at least let him have this. They were close for years—does Ren really think so little of him? “Don’t— Don’t know why I even asked.”

Ren says nothing. Martyn can’t see his face like this, backlit by the low moon, and he’s not sure what he imagines it to be. Maybe it’s a mercy that Martyn can’t see it—does Ren look at him with disdain even now? 

“You’re probably tired,” Martyn says, because suddenly, he doesn’t want Ren to look at him. “I appreciate you coming to check on me, but you don’t need to. Sorry for waking you. Go get some sleep.”

“I wasn’t coming to check on you,” Ren says, “I thought you were being murdered. I wanted to see.” 

With that, Ren turns around and leaves. He doesn’t bother to close Martyn’s door, so Martyn hears clearly the sound of Ren’s own door opening, closing, and locking. Martyn feels numb as he stands, heading over to his door to shut it himself. 

Normally, Martyn would leave it unlocked for Ren to reach him, but just this once, he clicks it shut. Clearly, Ren has no interest, and… 

Martyn returns to the bed, sitting on the side. Clearly, Ren has no interest. Not in Martyn apologizing for his absence, not in Martyn earning his forgiveness. Not in Martyn at all, really, not a shred of care or sympathy left to spare him. 

…Fuck.

Martyn really messed up, huh? Maybe if he’d fought harder to get back to the castle. Maybe if he’d fought harder against the man with the knife. Maybe if he hadn’t gone out that night at all. Maybe if he’d just fucking bled to death. 

At the very least, he thinks it would have hurt less.

—

Martyn’s vision is red. There’s someone over him with one hand on his neck and fingers at his face, above his right. He can hardly see them except as shadows, growing larger, getting closer, blacking out his vision—

Martyn wakes up screaming. He sits up, the hand having released him, but there’s still someone there at the edge of his blind spot. His head snaps over, mind blanks with panic, as the stranger comes closer to him. 

Martyn swings as hard as he can at the shape. His movements are clumsy, his body barely awake, but all he can think about is the feeling of fingers in his eye socket. 

The person jumps back, out of his reach, but puts their hands up in an attempt to pacify. The silhouette isn’t right—it’s familiar, but it’s not what he expects it to be. It takes him a moment to place it, and in his hesitation, the stranger starts to speak. 

“Martyn, it’s me, it’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you,” he says, and Martyn realizes slowly that he knows that voice. 

“Ren?” 

“It’s me. I’m sorry I scared you. It’s just me,” Ren confirms. Martyn wants to let that relax him, but his shoulders don’t budge, and his breathing gets no easier. 

Ren reaches out slowly, looking to grab onto Martyn’s arm. The entire right side of Martyn’s body thrums with agony too well remembered, and flares painfully at the suggestion of touch. Martyn shakes his head, drawing all his limbs in toward himself, just so Ren can’t reach any of them. 

“Not— Don’t. Not right now,” Martyn says. He’s still gasping, so he forces himself to take a long, shaky breath in. “I can still feel— it won’t help.” 

Ren’s hands drop back into his lap. His ears are flat against his head, distress obvious. Martyn wants to reach up and scratch one, but his palm burns at the thought. 

“Is there anything I can do?” Ren asks. Martyn pauses before he answers, trying to slow his breathing. It doesn’t fully work, but he at least makes it manageable enough to talk. 

“Sit with me. Where I— where I can see you,” Martyn says. 

Ren pulls away, out of the bed entirely. He moves toward the end, sitting where Martyn’s legs had been a moment before. Martyn’s out of his reach, though he occupies his nervous hands by brushing his fingers through his own tail. 

“Does this help?” Ren asks. Martyn knows it must be eating at him to not be able to immediately soothe Martyn the way Martyn always seems to do for him, but still, Martyn nods. 

“Just— just need to see where I am,” Martyn says, “Till my body remembers I’m not actually dying.” 

“Is that what you were dreaming about?” Ren asks. 

“Sort of,” Martyn says. He doesn’t really want to talk about it, but he knows Ren well enough to realize he won’t be settled unless he knows why Martyn’s screaming his throat raw in the middle of the night. “Losing my eye. That whole— that whole fight. Barely even a fight—I was pretty lame, if I’m honest. Was— was just torture.” 

Martyn can’t see Ren’s face. It’s too dark to even guess what he might be thinking, and Martyn doesn’t have the energy to try. Maybe it’s for the best—he doesn’t want to know what his king thinks of the fact he lost his eye without hardly scratching his killer. 

“It’ll pass,” Martyn adds, into the silence. He smoothes one of his hands against their blanket, drying the sweat off his palm and reminding himself he’s somewhere safer and softer than blood-streaked stone. His heart still feels like it’s going to break right out of his chest, but his brain, at least, knows he’s safe.

“Before,” Ren ventures, careful, “When I had a really bad nightmare, you showed me how to count my breathing. You said someone else showed you. Is this why?” 

“Yeah. Used to be really annoying back when I was in the men’s quarters with the rest of them—pretty sure half the reason they made me captain was so they didn’t hear me screaming awake every other month,” Martyn laughs, but it’s not particular cheery. “Scar showed me, surprisingly enough. Did it for me once or twice while everyone else pretended they were still asleep.”

“Did it work?” Ren asks, “The counting, I mean.” 

“Some— sometimes. Not really good at counting it myself,” Martyn says. Ren nods. He turns his whole body to be facing Martyn, placing his hands in his lap. 

“Okay,” Ren says, “Follow me, then.”

If there’s one thing Martyn knows he can do, it’s that. 

Ren counts and Martyn follows, breathing in or out as Ren directs. All the nerves are gone from Ren’s voice—an effect of the crown, Martyn supposes. He must be good at hiding when he’s unsteady. It makes him soothing to listen to, and before Martyn knows it, his heart is actually coming down. His body stops aching in parts, remembering his pain healed years ago. Still, when Martyn reaches out to Ren, the hand he lifts is his left. 

“Just hold it for now?” Martyn says, palm-up, and Ren is quick to link their hands together.

[louisbxne]

DAREDEVIL 3x04 - "Blindsided" (2018) Dir. Alex Garcia Lopez