#part two will be out... whenever

[mothfables]

Snail Ch. 4: There’s Another Snail Living With Me in My Shell

Silence sits heavy over the camp after Legend’s reveal.

Warriors sits frozen on the other side of the fire, his chest heavy with leaden horror at what he’d learned. He’d known Legend held a strong dislike for soldiers of any kind - the other never made an effort to hide it - but he hadn’t expected… this.

He swallows as something in his stomach twists painfully. Legend had been a child when he’d been thrust into his first quest. He knows, intellectually, factually, that many of his brothers were the same. But actually hearing it? Seeing the proof of it before his very eyes? It sits heavy in his soul, molten and dark.

He has no doubt that Legend had had to defend himself against those soldiers, probably even kill some of them just to keep himself alive.

He doesn’t hold it against his brother. He can’t, not when he knows there was likely no other choice. Also, he refuses to be like those knights, putting the blame on a literal child; even if, as Legend said, it was due to magic. Even if it truly wasn’t their fault, it still happened. They still hurt him.

And then it happened again.

Warriors knows the name Yuga: he’d fought against the man in the War. He had been a pain to fight - using that ridiculously gaudy staff of his to summon paintings that in turn summoned things like lightning or spears, sometimes directly overhead of his targets. If one was particularly unlucky they would have that staff turned on them and caught up in one of those very paintings themselves. Wars has to fight a grimace at the memory.

He supposes the only upside was that Yuga hadn’t cared very much about Cia and Ganon’s plans, instead going along for his own gain; at least until he grew bored of playing along. (Wars still isn’t entirely sure of how turning the entire world into a painting would work.)

…The point is, fighting the man with an army at his back and as an adult (or near enough) was hard enough. He can barely imagine doing so entirely alone, at whatever age Legend was when he fought him.

Wars stares sadly at his (now very little) brother, curled up in Wind’s lap with that dead expression on his face.

He doesn’t know what to do about this. He doesn’t know what he can do; he and Legend weren’t particularly close before, though they’d been on their way to becoming friends. Now, though, all of that progress has probably been wiped away, leaving only fear behind.

The Captain isn’t blind- he can’t afford to be. He’s seen the way the boy avoids him and the Old Man, keeps a wary eye on those he’s deemed the knights of the group.

And Twilight, too, but not for the same reason. Wars has a sinking feeling that has more to do with the more canine side of their Rancher. Though whether Legend remembers from being older or it’s something he can just sense, Warriors isn’t sure.

Eventually Wind gets up and heads over to their bedrolls, Sky following a moment later. The two of them settle down with Legend between them, and everyone else takes that as their cue to get started on their evening routines.

Warriors sets his own bedroll a fair distance away. He hopes the space will (at least subconsciously) help Legend feel a little safer.

He’s nearly finished getting ready for bed when the sound of soft humming drifts through the camp. He glances over to see Sky propped on one arm, threading his fingers through Legend’s hair as he hums. Wars can’t see his face from where he is but the boy does look more relaxed than before.

He’s glad.

Legend deserves a good night’s sleep after all he went through. Wars gets the feeling such a thing was few and far between long before he started this adventure. He would not be surprised if nightmares continue to be a common occurrence for his brother, if not worse than usual. Young minds simply aren’t equipped to handle such horrific things like what he’s experienced.

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Despite his efforts, Warriors can’t sleep. Every time he closes his eyes, he’s met with visions of Legend, small and afraid, facing off against the knights he spoke of. Sometimes he’s running, chased by the clanking of armor and whistling of arrows; others, he’s fighting for his life, too-big sword bloody and heavy in too-small hands.

He rolls to his side, desperate for a reprieve from the torments of his imagination. Then rolls to his other side. Then again.

With a sigh, he rolls on to his back to stare up at the sky. Exhausted, he begins idly counting the stars he can see through the branches above.

Dawn is not far off when he finally manages to drift off. Still, it’s anything but restful- more visions of his little brother fill his mind: alone and tiny and haunted, bloody and hunted and scared.

When he wakes, only a few hours have passed. The sky is grey and drizzling, making his already dour mood worse.

Legend hides behind Sky when Warriors goes to check on his wrist, so the Captain resolves to wait until the boy is hopefully not so frightened. Evidence of a similar bad night lingers in pale cheeks and haunted violet eyes. Wars feels his heart break a little more.

Camp is packed quickly, everyone’s already low mood even lower with the rain. Champion hands out premade food for breakfast, any wood too wet to bother trying to light a fire to cook. They set out with raised hoods and low spirits. Sky is quick to scoop Legend up, swaddling him in his sailcloth with one part pulled over his head like a hood. The boy doesn’t even bother fighting it, letting the older hero do as he likes without a whisper of complaint.

Sky catches Wars’ eye and gives a wan smile.

They trudge along for hours, with nary a sign of civilization or monsters the whole while. Warriors can’t tell if he’s grateful for it or not.

At some point Legend wriggles to be let down and spends the next hour or so trodding along next to Sky, clutching tightly at the sailcloth around his shoulders. He stumbles a few times but stubbornly pulls it tighter and carries on.

Warriors finds himself drifting to the back of the group, covertly keeping an eye on his littlest brother. Last night’s nightmares flash before his eyes and he grimaces. He’d like to be able to protect the other from the horrors of the hero business, but Legend has already been through so much, more than most of them can even comprehend.

It certainly doesn’t help that he started so young.

Wars lets out a groan as the rain begins to come down harder- not quite a downpour yet but certainly looking to be that way soon. He hears the others make similar complaints but only has eyes for Legend, watching the boy draw further into himself the harder the rain falls.

Had Legend’s issues with rain started so young? Or perhaps it was a holdover from a later adventure? Wars recalls the Veteran mentioning being caught in a storm while out at sea once.

Regardless of the reason, it’s affecting him now.

Warriors is violently jolted from his thoughts by the crashing of thunder. His eyes snap to Legend even as he jolts in surprise.

Legend, who jumps violently and slams his one working hand over his ear. Wars sees him dig his fingers into his hair and pull-

Without thinking Wars rushes forwards and grabs Legend's wrist. His intention is only to stop him from hurting himself further; he doesn't expect the boy to jerk his arm away and scream.

[xy-is-i]

Just thinking about Dick freaking out over losing his title of best uncle to Jason.

Dick showing up to take Lian out and give Roy a break only to hear she's having a fun day with Jason

Dick walking into the room with the toy he knows Lian really wanted, only to find out Jason got it for her first.

Dick showing up to game night at Roy's only to find Jason already there.

Just Dick getting increasingly frustrated and his rival Jason having no clue well the the rest watch on in humor and exasperation. Roy finds the who thing hilarious.

Picturing it all coming to a head when Dick is babysitting Lian and she shows him a new photo they put up. Dick all dejectivly being like, "look, it's you and your favorite uncle."

The pure shock and joy he feels when Lian tells him he wrong and her favorite uncle is "you uncle Dickie, duh!"

The door opening and Lian shouting "Papa!" As dick turns to excitedly tell Roy what Lian said only to see it's Jason who's holding Lian.

Dick just bluescreening.

[lunar-wandering]

do y'all think Macaque is falling back into the role that Azure and the others put on him by remaining on the outskirts of the group because he thinks his input/presence is unwanted (and yeah his presence isn't really wanted by MK and the others BUT. something about the fact Macaque is placing himself at the edge of the group, the edge that Azure and the others pushed him to, doesn't really sit well)

[hezuart]

Alright Channel Change fans, the background lineart is pretty much donezo, so now it's all coming down to colors and lighting!

[jonathankai]

When Shi Qingxuan and Ming Yi make love, Ming Yi often bites. And he bites like some kind of a beast: it really hurts, there are bleeding toothmarks and Shi Qingxuan even needs meditation to heal completely. No matter how much Shi Qingxuan berates their lover, asks him to stop doing this, slaps him even, it happens time and time again. At some point they started literally kicking him out of their bed and that would be the end of the night.

Later, with a lot of heartache and a pang a fear, Shi Qingxuan comes to conclusion: it must have taken all He Xuan had to resist tearing Shi Qingxuan's throat with his teeth at moments like this.

[bisupergirl]

I think a truly controversial supergirl opinion I have is that (pre-crisis) kara's feelings for querl are not nearly as strong as the feelings querl has for her, and she'd never leave everybody that she knows and loves behind just to permanently stay in the future and be his girlfriend.

[amelikos]

Something, something about Gibeon and Friede being the two characters who fell at Rakua.

[solfinite]

doodles of my au bc im thinking about it again

anabell lives in the village near sonic and works with airplanes

[random-autie-fangirl]

I drew another Chara- living with the Dreemurrs edition

"The King and Queen treated the human child as their own. The underground was filled with hope."

I don't like this as much as the last one but oh well... I ended up rambling a huge amount in the tag, so if you want details and headcanons about the actual drawing again, you'll have to look pretty far down this time, sorry (Also, I ran out of tags after a while. Tumblr is tired of me, lol. I might reblog this more tags later if I remember what I was going to say.)

[karliahs]

bleary-eyed, covered in yarn ends, shedding stitch markers whenever I move: I am So Close to finishing my cardigan

[blizzardfluffykpop]

i fear everyone needs to know i'm a big nerd- bc oh my god- the new doctor who episodes are sosoosos good- the way we met a new god- and they brought the mimic back is just!!! I'M SO EXCITED- i need to catch up on the past couple of eras- but- seeing the newest episodes has me !!!!!

[idontmindifuforgetme]

Every time I go through a period of not working out I lose my mind. I truly cannot be outside of my body for too long

[little-shadow-club]

Something something Esil, Haein and Juhee would in fact make the best group of besties ever because all they want in life is to have a normal life (Haein being away from constant work, Juhee learning to live with her trauma, Esil living for something more than what she was designed to do), unfortunately they met the most abnormal guy in the world. Nein, in the universe.

[vulturevanity]

I feel like SV girlies haven't seriously considered "codependent mutually obsessive JuliNemo" yet and that's a shame, really. I've seen a lot of wholesome ChampionRank (really cute but a rehash of every wholesome yuri I've ever seen, not much original content here and that's okay) and one-sided obsessive yandere!Nemona ChampionRank (REALLY do not like the villainization of Nemona's neurodivergence but eh, you can do whatever you want forever) but not as much "these two get on like a house on fire. and boy, it's dry season" ChampionRank.

Where is "battle-hungry socially starved trainwrecks who have no one but each other" JuliNemo. Where is "oh god these two exacerbate each others issues into the stratosphere and this can only end in disaster but I can't look away" JuliNemo. Where is "bringing out the worst in each other and scaring the hoes" JuliNemo. Where is "you two are perfect for each other. Never change, just never involve anyone else in any of this" JuliNemo. There's so much potential here. Toxic codependent yuri save me

[todayisafridaynight]

sequel to this cause Uh Oh !!!!!!!

[nhi-theuserof-this]

Imitation

nhi_theuserof_this

Content (skip to read blind)

“Imitation” by nhi_theuserof_this

Word count: 7.6k

Fandom: Blue Eye Samurai

Characters: Mizu, Taigen, Ringo, Akemi

Tags: blue eye samurai if i got my hands on it, onryo mizu, He/him pronouns for Mizu, She/her pronouns for Mizu, Genderfluid Mizu, Supernatural Elements, Mizu-centric, identity exploration, metafiction, just a bit, canon divergence, right at the end

Summary:

It's important to note that this white man is, in fact, no man at all, but a woman.

"What the fuck?" The woman scrambles to stand and backs away quickly into the wall behind herself. "What, what, what—!" She reverts to English and shrieks words that Mizu doesn't care to parse. He swiftly makes his way towards the woman, backing her into a corner of the room as he lets the glasses resting on his face slide further down his nose. The woman manages to squeak out a desperate "Please!" before she finds her scarf tight as a noose around her neck.

Mizu has one hand around the woman's throat and uses the other to draw his sword. He guts her in one clean motion, and she spurts blood and apologies, begging to be saved from death. Her blue scarf stains a deep violet as Mizu runs his blade through her throat.

(A little spark of identity makes way as the burden of revenge significantly lightens after the death of the first white man.)

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