#Theyre brothers your honour

[bounceblooms]

Tucking his lil bro in

Tails would demand a bedtime story but the "bedtime story" is actually one of his quantum nerd physics textbooks or something and Sonic sighs in desperation. They compromise and he reads Tails a picture book with birdies on it 😁

[lemonlokkich]

A Legendary throw

Legend wasn't mean.

Well, okay. He could technically maybe, perhaps come off as slightly rude sometimes. But it honestly was not his fault. 

He was just emotionally inept. 

Sadly, knowing you're emotionally stunted did not fix said ineptness either. Which left Legend where he was right now, staring down the worst man he's ever had the displeasure of meeting in his entire goddesses damned life. 

Warriors.

Warriors and his stupid, really punchable face. The face of a man that was currently grinning while he not so very subtly put a snail inside of Legends bedroll, presuming said Legend couldn't see him. 

This assumption was stupid, incredibly stupid. So stupid in fact that Legend couldn't help but openly gape at the man while he shuffled away from the scene of the crime, assuming himself to be the ever so smooth and unseen criminal as he viewed himself as right now.

Smug blond bastard. 

Technically all of the Links here were some sort of variation of blond, with the exception of maybe Hyrule with his brunette hair and Legend with his original hair colour being a nice, lovely, decidedly NOT blond, shade of pink. 

Well, before he bleached mostly all of it to prevent standing out like a cherry blossom among oaks, as said by his late uncle.

But this was not the point right now. The point right now was that Warriors was by far the most blondest, smuggest, punch worthy person in his life right now. 

And he was going to do something about that. 

Now, as a point stated previously above, Legend was quite emotionally stunted, curse of the heroes spirit or something or other. So, of course, one would naturally expect that in an effort to learn the skills of healthy communication between him and his brothers in arms he would calmly get up and talk to Warriors about how it's completely unethical to put snails in someone's bedroll. 

Legend only did the first part though. 

He slowly got up, bones cracking in the satisfying way they usually did and wandered over to where Warriors was standing, shoulders shaking ever so slightly in barely concealed giggles.

He was clearly very proud of himself.

“Warriors.”  Legend said calmly, tapping his power bracelets together to activate them just in time before Warriors turned around to face him, expression smoothed out and casually cheerful instead of smug and cheeky and dumb- 

“Legend! Brother! Comrad! Fellow hero under the triforce of courage! How are you? Did you need something?” Warriors said brightly, confidently, like nothing was wrong. 

Legend took a deep breath, reached out to put his hands on the taller man's shoulders and smiled warmly back. “Yes actually, could you perhaps not scream?”

“Why would I scream?”

Legend proceeded to swiftly grab warriors, lift the man up above his head and throw him into the forest. 

Warriors screamed.

Legend had a feeling that the W in Warriors maybe did indeed stand for Wuss that day. 

If you want to read more silly stories of mine pay me a visit on my AO3 account; LemonLokkich. Thanks for reading!

[hybbat]

Love that Grian's the only one who sees Jimmy and is like "I will end your series" and yells at other people that they can hit Jimmy back. Everyone else is indulging the silly little guy causing mischief, but Grian would NEVER

[boughkeeperdain]

Dick: Okay truth or dare?

Tim: Truth

Dick: How many hours have you slept this week?

Tim:

Tim: ...Dare

Dick: Go to bed

Tim: I don't like this game

[gardensinnerdoodleblog]

Early risers 🌄🌟

(Do NOT tag as ship.

Tcesters, proshippers and rise april x turtle shippers DNI )

[lesbiankakyoin]

people SHIP hamura and yagami??? jesus christ dude

[sad-leon]

So some of y'all need to go touch some grass and learn that brotherly affection can include forhead and cheek kisses without it being gross

I like to imagine Leo is very affectionate, but when his brothers show him affection, he freezes up. Especially after the invasion, he fucking cries when his brothers show him affection wihtout him needing to "earn it" or anything like that

[teenytinyapprentice]

LBMR week: day 7 - community

moving forward together - i really love that credits illustration of everyone coming to comfort poor Sniffer... it's very sweet u_u i fell behind so fast with these but i still did every day so i'm satisfied sdkjfahsf.. that was fun, lbmr you forever have a place in my heart

[fizby]

omfg finally some NOT ship art

rivals by fate frenemies by choice

[nintendont2502]

I have so much respect for dirkhal truthers but unfortunately I'm hopelessly obsessed with the concept of learning to care about your younger self (and by proxy yourself) by caring about a younger version of yourself. and also he's your younger brother a robot

[emmetverse]

"I said right foot."

Rex huffed as he flipped himself over. "That was my right."

"No, it wasn't."

"How do you know?! You can't see!"

"Till tomorrow. I was told I should be resting," Threes added in a mutter, turning to face Rex as the kid shoved himself up. "You said you wanted to practice your rear hand. That's your left -"

"I know."

"- So your right foot is in front - "

"I know!"

"- And with your rear hand -"

Rex groaned dramatically. "Yes, I know! 'And my right is the front, so that's where I generate the force for a punch from the rear', blah, blah." With a huff, he came back into stance. "I'm doing my best, dude."

He hummed lightly. "Have you ever tried fighting right-handed?"

"Yes, and it sucked."

"You really should practice both."

"I don't need to."

"If you say so, kid." He adjusted his footing. "Just hit me."

There was a rush of footsteps and clothes shifting. Threes felt Rex's fist clip his arm as it flew towards his chest. His hand twisted to latch on to Rex's, and within moments the kid was in an armlock.

"Ow- ow!" He tapped the cyborg's arm rapidly. "I can still feel pain, you know!"

Rex stumbled as he was released. He let out a roar of frustration, his feet skidding in the dirt as he spun and threw another punch in Threes' direction. His fist glanced off of the older man's collarbone, but he ended up stumbling past.

"Hey, that one was good."

"Shut up!"

He caught his footing well. He kicked off of the ground, launching himself back towards Threes and rugby-tackling them both into the grass. They tumbled. Rex ended up pinned. He snarled, slapping and kicking upwards.

"So." Threes lifted an arm and put it across Rex's shoulders, holding him down. "What's this really about?"

Rex shoved. "Nothing!"

"Right, 'cause the way you said that is very convincing." He sighed, releasing the kid and sitting back. "You don't have to talk about it. There's just better ways than asking to practice, getting your butt kicked, and getting even more angry."

"You suck."

"Ok."

With a grunt, Rex pushed himself into a sitting position. He didn't say anything, just sat, and sulked.

So Threes waited. He sat down next to Rex, letting himself listen to the birds in the trees and the occasional buzz of a bug getting curious about these two strange people sitting in the grass. He would have liked to see what kind it was, actually. He should come back out here after.

"It's this whole.. Thing." Rex broke the quiet. Had he been crying? "With Mr. Business. Some guy sent something like 'ooh, why don't you just pick already' and it's like, I don't want to just go live with someone I don't know? I don't know if I want to live with him at all? Like, ideally, I wanna go home, but Void said we can't do that yet, and it's still super mad at Night even though Night agreed to come back, and then Avi got me this game that she said would help but I just keep dying to these stupid green guys and aaAARGH!"

He flopped backwards with such force that it wouldn't be a surprise if he winded himself.

Threes sat for a moment, thinking it all over. He turned to face in the direction he hoped Rex was in.

"And you wanted to fight someone and take all your anger out?"

"Mmh."

"I can't blame you. I'd do the same thing."

Rex shoved himself back up. "And, like, Business was your dad, and you're all kinds of messed up!"

It was dead silent.

"Sorry."

"Thank you," Threes murmured. "My Dad was very different from this Business. So much so that my Mum ran away with me when I was a kid. I remember it." He held his hand out. He felt the kid shuffle closer so it rested neatly on his shoulder. "This guy is the opposite. He has no idea what he's doing, and he's trying his best to make everything better. Sure, his best isn't that great sometimes, but it really is what he thinks is right." He squeezed lightly. "He wants you to be happy."

Rex hesitated. "... Does he, though? Or does he just want to legally make someone hang out with him?"

"Trust me. Even when it's legally binding, you do not have to spend time with your parents if you don't want to. It'd be a very different society if you did."

The kid snorted softly. "Ok, fair point."

"And honestly, me and the other guys have considered that. That he just sees himself in you and wants to keep you around. And maybe it was at first, but it sure as hell isn't now."

"... You sure?"

He shrugged. "Pretty darn sure."

"... I have no idea how adults can tell this stuff."

"We usually guess." He smiled. "But I, in particular, am a genius."

"I didn't say that."

Threes shifted so he put his arm under Rex's and pulled him in. He cried out, squirming like he was being tortured as Threes ruffled his hair.

"Right," Threes pushed himself to his feet, effectively picking Rex up under the arms. "What's the game you were struggling with?"

"Get- off!" Rex tried to push himself free. He wasn't doing a very good job. "Uhm-" His voice was muffled. "Mine n' Craft or something?"

"Minecraft? Nice, I can help with that. How far'd you get?"

"Um, I made a sword."

"Not bad. You said you were dying to green guys?" He dragged Rex along, effectively dragging him through the grass while he staggered to keep himself upright.

"Wh- wait-" He shoved again. "Uh- dude! You're gonna walk into the wall-"

[tyrantdungeon]

"A little higher, make sure you keep the arrow in place."

Finnian belongs to me, Osian belongs to @themischiefwithin

[refloralisation]

the dead inside and dead outside robins

A Night off for Jason Todd and Tim Drake- courtesy of Roy and Conner taking over their patrol

The first of hopefully lots of dc art (and art in general) that I will be posting!!! 🦇

[phantomdecibel]

okay so basically all the talk abt my boi euryl inspired me to whip up this quick lil thing now enjoy poli n euryl bullying odys into getting some sleep :)

oh yeah it doesnt have a name. so suffer i guess /j-

“When was the last time he slept, again?” Eurylochus muttered, crossing his arms as he watched Odysseus trip over his feet again. out of the corner of his eye he could see Polites wince, and then relax as their friend managed to right himself and carry on as if nothing had happened.

“I,” Polites hesitated, voice equally soft. “I’m not sure, to be honest. Its… been a while, though, if I had to say.”

Eurylochus snorted.

That much was obvious, and they both knew it. Polites watched Odysseus with an intensity that could rival a god’s, barely blinking as the two of them watched Odysseus stumble again. The man beside him tilted his head, just slightly, to the side, and Eurylochus found himself mirroring his friend. Normally Odysseus would have noticed them by now – following the man around staring was one of Polites’s favourite tactics to get Odysseus’s, or Eurylochus’s, attention and let him know he was about to get in trouble. It was… slightly unnerving, if Eurylochus was being honest, but amusing, too.

Point was; normally Odysseus would have noticed them following him around like this, and either glared them to the point of laughter or shooed them off. The fact that he hadn’t seemed to realize they were there was… concerning.

“If you don’t try talking to him soon,” Eurylochus sighed as Polites started trotting after Odysseus, following at a more leisurely pace, “then I’m taking matters into my own hands.”

“Oh, please don’t,” Polites snickered, glancing back at him. Eurylochus rolled his eyes, and nodded after their friend’s retreating back.

“Better hurry up and try something, then. I wouldn’t be surprised if he tripped over the side of the boat at this rate.”

“Alright, alright,” Polites conceded. Eurylochus picked up his pace so that they were walking side by side, and shared a look with him as Odysseus nearly fell over again. “Okay, okay, I’m going. Cut him off for me?”

Odysseus had never liked being confronted about his own poor self care (none of them did, to be honest), and if he saw Polites approaching him he would probably make a break for it. If he was tired enough though… well, if he were tired enough then Eurylochus should be able to herd the man right into Polites’s trap.

And, well, if that didn’t work…

Eurylochus nodded silently and took off, making his way around Odysseus from a distance. This was an old game by now; one of them would do something dumb, go too long without sleep, for example, and the other two would force their hand in any way they saw fit. It would be telling just how tired Odysseus was if he fell for the oldest trick in the book. There weren’t many good hiding places on the deck of a boat, but Eurylochus wasn’t exactly trying to hide – Odysseus hadn’t noticed him yet anyways.

Which. Concerning.

Eurylochus circled the deck, keeping one eye on his two friends, until Odysseus was sandwiched between himself and Polites. He still hadn’t noticed him, even though Eurylochus was right in front of him.

Looking past his weary friend, Eurylochus caught Polites gaze. The other man nodded, slowly and deliberately, and Eurylochus slowly started deliberately making his way over to Odysseus. Unlike earlier, when he was trying not to be seen, Eurylochus made sure to step a bit heavier than usual, and caught Odysseus’s gaze with a frown.

Odysseus froze when he finally, finally noticed Eurylochus stalking forwards, before wrenching their gazes apart and turning on his heel to hurry away – and running right into Polites.

Gotcha. Odysseus must be exhausted for that to have worked, the trick had been his idea in the first place, and one they used all the time in a number of different situations.

Eurylochus fell back as Polites trapped their friend in a conversation, gesturing with his hands. He didn’t need to know the exact words to know what was being said and what to watch for; while he himself had been in that same position on a number of occasions, Odysseus was the chronic overworker out of the three of them. Him and Polites had long since perfected forcing the stubborn man to get some rest.

Sure enough, Odysseus shook his head, waving a dismissing hand towards Polites. Polites himself didn’t look too surprised, with his hands on his hips and lips pursed with what Eurylochus had long since learned to recognize as concern. He let Odysseus go without too much of a fuss – an unusual sight for most of the crew, who were valiantly pretending they weren’t watching. Polites glanced back over at Eurylochus, though he really didn’t need the signal, already on the move.

His turn.

Odysseus had apparently forgotten he was there, because it was laughably easy to slink up behind him, following in his wake for a couple of steps until his friend relaxed, shoulders slumping as he realized Polites wasn’t following him.

A mistake, really.

Eurylochus lunged, using all the extra speed and strength he’d amassed from years at war to swipe Odysseus’s feet out from underneath him. The man yelped as he fell, flailing a little in surprise, but Eurylochus was quick to catch him and throw him over his shoulder, holding his friend there with one arm.

“Oof–” Unbalanced, there wasn’t much Odysseus could do to protest the rough treatment until he’d gained his bearings, but at that point it was much too late. “Wh– hey! Eurylochus–”

Odysseus struggled, trying to kick him in the side. Eurylochus just weathered through the weak blows, and tightened his grip, hauling the other man off towards his cabin. Polites trailed behind them, snickering and waving the befuddled crew off. Eurylochus turned towards him briefly to shoot his friend a smug smirk, while Odysseus glared between the two of them. Polites rolled his eyes at Eurylochus, but snickered just a little bit louder each time Odysseus’s baleful glare was fixed on him.

“Put me down!” Odysseus hissed, flailing some more. Eurylochus felt him shift, presumably to swipe at Polites. He probably missed though, Eurylochus was holding him too tightly for him to go far, and Polites had been lingering out of reach last time he’d checked. Plus, the man in question only started wheezing with laughter. Odysseus writhed in his grasp, twisting to gently bonk Eurylochus on the head and repeating “Put me down!”

“No can do, Captain,” Eurylochus hummed, amusement dying. As funny as Odysseus’s flailing was, the circumstances were still… concerning. “This is an intervention. You need some sleep.”

“I’m fine,” the man objected in vain. Idly, Eurylochus adjusted his hold on his friend again. Odysseus clearly wasn’t, but he didn’t have much of a choice in the matter anymore.

“You’re not,” Polites gently pushed back. He must have still been a bit too far away, because Odysseus didn’t try to swat at him again. “Eurylochus is right. You didn’t even notice us following you around all day.”

“I did–” but he sounded more petulant than honest. Eurylochus snorted softly.

“We both know you too well for that. It’s bedtime for you.”

Odysseus hissed unintelligibly, kicking weakly again. Polites darted past them, off in the direction of Odysseus’s cabin, leaving Eurylochus to deal with their squirming friend on his own. He grunted as another kick collided with his ribs, but there wasn’t any real force behind it. They both knew that Odysseus wouldn’t be escaping any time soon, even if the man didn’t want to accept it yet.

Still, getting continuously kicked in roughly the same place would bruise eventually, even if it didn’t hurt, and that was something Eurylochus was looking to avoid, thank you very much. Luckily, their destination wasn’t far.

Sure enough, Polites held the door to Odysseus’s cabin open, and grinned as he held up a key at Eurylochus’s enquiring glance. He nodded and darted into the room, studiously ignoring Odysseus’s newly envigored attempts to escape.

This had to be done quickly, in and out before Odysseus had a chance to react, with the door locked before he could reach it to try and stop them. Eurylochus eyed the cot in the corner, piled with a number of extra blankets and pillows Polites must have gathered. Hmm, this should be fine…

It was slightly more difficult with the way Odysseus was flailing, but Eurylochus still managed to drop the man from his shoulder and catch him again without too much fuss. Just a little bit closer, then he could run.

“Do not–” Odysseus hissed, but there was no stopping Eurylochus now.

With one last step, he hoisted Odysseus up into the air and tossed him onto the pile in the corner, turning on his heel and booking it out of the cabin. Polites slammed the door shut in time with a thump coming from back inside, probably Odysseus falling from the bed in a desperate attempt to untangle himself from the blankets, and locked it as Eurylochus held it shut in case Odysseus managed to reach the door before the last step of their plan could be completed.

Seconds after Polites had pulled back with a satisfied grin, something collided against the door with a series of muffled curses. Eurylochus stayed leant against it, but the door held firm. When no further escape attempts followed, he pushed off it to offer Polites, who had fallen to the ground in a fit of laughter, a hand up. Once his friend had composed himself, Polites leant back towards the door, where Odysseus’s footsteps could be heard pacing back and forth.

“Get some rest, my friend!”

Eurylochus nodded, even though their friend couldn’t see him. “We’ll make sure the fleet doesn’t burn down while you’re gone, Captain. You’d better be asleep by the time we get back.”

The two of them waited until Odysseus’s footsteps had stopped, and then a minute more. When it seemed like the man had finally accepted his fate, the two of them crept off.

“That went better than expected!” Polites chirped, clapping his hands together.

“That it did.”

Polites bumped their shoulders together. “I totally thought he was going to bite you, my friend!”

Eurylochus snorted and rolled his eyes, elbowing his friend in retaliation.

“He knew it wouldn’t have helped him,” he side-eyed the grinning Polites, not bothering to fight down his own smirk. “Which is why I’m always the one who grabs him.”

Polites scoffed good naturedly, but didn’t otherwise respond, and they continued to make their way to the bow of the ship.

“What are you all looking at?” Eurylochus called out to the lingering crew. “Full speed ahead!”

Edit: oh yeah forgot to mention – ignore the implication that doors can only be locked from the outside lmao

[lacnunga]

I'm only a few chapters into the castle of otranto and I think matilda and isabella should kiss

[nagichi-boop]

I MISSED THIS CUZ HE THREATENED TO BEAT ME UP- he said he wouldn’t hurt Tails tho so it was an equally wholesome moment

I'M CRYING THIS IS THE CUTEST THING 🥺