#arc. time of shadow.

[highaver]

The others deserved to know. They did. If Ylfa thought herself a danger - even if Balfour did not wish to believe it to be true - then the others should at least be aware of such a thing. But she had asked him not to say a word, and she had been through enough, these past weeks. Things no child should have to see or have to do.

He didn't know what to do. There was nothing good here, nothing fair or simple to navigate. Any decision that any of them made would undoubtedly feel like the wrong one - or, worse, the only one they could have made and equally horrific. What could he tell Ylfa? To make it better. To spare her something.

He rubbed at his beard and sighed.

"You do not have to tell them, Ylfa," he said, finally. His tone was firm but not without affection, reassurance. "But you should. Perhaps just even Timothy. And if you allow me to tell the others, I will explain that you are no threat and they have nothing to fear. But we might all help you better, if we know."

balfour looks miserable, but isn't everybody? this is not how any of them wanted their lives to go, but they didn't get to choose their path. things just happened, and they reacted, and however much lightness they find and grab onto, it is because they've forced it into the shadow, seeking refuge for just a moment. they might all die tomorrow. they probably will. ylfa just doesn't want to be the one to kill them, not when she so desperately wants to protect everyone instead.

❝ i can most of the time. but i was so angry and...hurt. ❞ she lost control. ylfa's sure that somewhere in her head, the wolf would have something to say about it, but he's quiet right now, and she is alone. just one wolf, without the shadow of death trailing behind her. she sort of misses him. but the little girl takes a deep breath, and nods. ❝ what i said...please don't tell anyone. i mean, you can if you think you have to, but please don't. i didn't even mean to say it to you. and... ❞ she doesn't want everyone to look at her differently. she doesn't want to be considered a legitimate threat to her friends. ❝ it's the past. we're stuck here. ❞

it doesn't matter.

[mortellanarts]

You must absolutely hate me for what I did to you

[couch-house]

AITA? My (30M) brother (27M) beat my ass because he thought my dad was dead

INFO: Technically he's my brother's dad too, but I don't like him

[pigeonclaw]

I've been pretty busy with art fight and life in general lately so I haven't been drawing Warriors but I do have a collection of doodles I never did anything with, so here they are!

[yennas-stuff]

Me to Elain when ppl say we still know nothing about her and that she's a blank slate

[omarwolaeth]

"Hey, hey; didn't I do good?"

I'm very out of practice drawing things in general,,,

[calbee-add1ct]

i love drawing my babygirl in situations :3

[darkfluffydragon]

Shadow Milk's Corruption

In the AU (NAME STILL PENDING-), Shadow Milk Cookie doesn't get a physical form until later on. Until then, he occasionally possesses Pure Vanilla Cookie to have access to more of his original power and his abilities. However, due to them sharing the same souljam, there were some unintended side effects that neither were aware of.

The longer Shadow Milk Cookie remains in the same body as Pure Vanilla Cookie, the more their souls and minds blur together. It's a slow and subtle process since Shadow Milk Cookie wouldn't possess Pure Vanilla that often anyway. He can't torment someone if they're stuck in his mind. Pure Vanilla would find himself slowly gaining some of Shadow Milk Cookie's mannerisms, but he would see it as the effects of his controlled state. Shadow Milk Cookie would calm down a bit, in a way. Less erratic and manic, but still as eccentric as ever. He wouldn't notice these changes either, too busy with his new freedom from his suffocating prison. It would be why he decided to take over the faerie kingdom instead of burning it all to the ground. Occasionally, he'd act more like his past self.

The other four beasts would notice this change later when they're freed, pointing out that he's "gone soft". Some would blame it on Pure Vanilla, and wonder why Shadow Milk hasn't just taken the souljam yet.

[hailsatanacab]

Hiiiiii

I’m so curious about wip 1

Also I have like over a hundred wips and I can’t believe you did this to me 😭😭 /j

hey, you're welcome 😚🫴💕 i can't wait to see all your 100+ wips!

ooh I've had number 1 (a lot can change in a month) percolating for a while now and I've never been sure how far I want to go with it. I have pretty much all of it mapped out and it has the most bittersweet ending that I can't wait to write 😇✨ - anyway, have a wee little snippet :)

———

A month.

That's how long Danny Fenton had made his home with the Waynes before finding out his adoptive family's secret. The cave beneath the manor. Their hidden lives as vigilantes.

It was... a surprise, to say the least. One that he hadn't quite welcomed.

It threw him off, of course it did. This was meant to be his chance at living a normal life, a chance to leave behind his own heroics buried in the ruins of Amity, and then he had to go ahead and shack up with the birds and the bats, of all people! He just can't catch a break!

But... Well, after several tearful conversations and reassurances that no, he categorically did not have to join the team (thank the Ancients, because there's no way Danny's telling them about Phantom, not yet), things were starting to look pretty alright. The dust was finally settling and it felt like he was beginning to find his feet again.

That was last week.

This week, Bruce Wayne is dead and the family is falling apart.

[eclipsed-writing]

7:58 am Watergirl: beach day pack your stuff

Fireboy: why

Watergirl: normal people like the beach Watergirl: its relaxing

Frosty: I would not classify any of us as “normal.”

Dangerbuff: who cares let’s go

Fireboy: :(

Bluebell: too bad Kai Bluebell: outvoted

Watergirl: oh and leave your weapons Watergirl: no fighting just relax

Green_Dragon: But they can just stay on the Bounty

Watergirl: n o p e

Fireboy: so…smth is gonna happn then right?

Green_Dragon: Yeah I kinda want to bring something…

(Lloyd shifts uncomfortably, not quite on board with the idea of traveling without protection—especially with his powers acting weirdly ever since the Oni. Zippy notices his change of mood and trills at him, pressing her head to his hand. Lloyd smiles and scratches her fur, earning a contented purr from the feline.)

Dangerbuff: nothing is going to happen Dangerbuff: I’ll make sure of it

Fireboy: same hree Fireboy: im not swimming so i can guard

Green_Dragon loved a message

Bluebell: are we bringing snacks or

Frosty: There are some ice cream packets in the freezer. Frosty: I will pack them into a cooler.

Green_Dragon: Yay

Watergirl: great Watergirl: meet me in 15 on the bounty

8:42 am They arrive at the beach Nya selected. It is a small cove, secluded from other people and protected from the wind. Fluffy white clouds dot the sky and the sun shines bright and warm. On one side of the cove, larger waves roll up onto the sand. The Bounty touches down near the middle.

The team sets up a small snack station near the ship, in the shade of a beach umbrella. The cooler of snacks, kept cold with Zane’s elemental ice, sits at the base of the umbrella. Multicolored bags and towels are scattered around the site, though only Kai’s beach towel is unfolded.

Lloyd immediately makes a grab for an ice cream. Nya smacks his hand away with a glare in his direction. Lloyd huffs in annoyance but retreats, following Jay and Zane towards the ocean water.

“Kai, don’t let anyone eat until after they’re done swimming,” Nya tells her brother as he lounges back on his towel.

Without opening his eyes, Kai gives her a little salute. “You got it, sis.”

Nya rolls her eyes but runs after the others.

Cole emerges from the Bounty with a surfboard and heads off to the larger waves.

It’s not long until shrieks ring across the secluded cove as a water fight breaks out. Kai is not jealous but simply watches from the dry beach, cheering on whoever appears to have the upper hand.

Usually it’s Nya, no doubt enhancing her water splashes with her powers, usually targeting Lloyd and Jay with the larger attacks and not so hard at Zane.

Hearing the commotion, Cole runs over to join in.

Laughter rings out across the cove.

Soon tired out, the team gathers in the shade of the umbrella and snacks on cold treats.

Kai decides that this is a part of the beach he doesn’t mind.

(FIRST / PREV / NEXT)

[papaiyatree]

angry bitterness over, just know i had to walk around my house 3 laps before continuing reading because of leo romero's cass

[t3a-gh0st]

Constantly thinking about how in pulp 3 Samuel makes a comment wondering what could possibly be holding back the fog and then later in pulp 4 it’s him, he’s now the one holding back to fog and protecting a ship.

[maliro-t]

replaying dav act 1 and the way i instantly prefer the minrathous route is wild sorry antiva 💀💀💀

[art-soboro]

WHAT FACT SHOULD WE ACCEPT THE REALITY OF TRUTH

peep the sketch under the cut!

[tippenfunkaport]

something something, visited by three spirits that push you to reinvent yourself

and meanwhile, the three mother-type figures in Adora's life were all key to her to figuring out what she really wanted and who she wanted to be but literally...

Light Hope "died" trying to right a wrong from the PAST

Queen Angella died trying to preserve Adora's PRESENT

and Shadow Weaver died to give Adora a chance at a FUTURE