#inspired by brother bear

[aficionadoenthusiast]

annabeth: two weeks ago, i lost my best friend percy: quit telling everyone i'm dead! annabeth: percy???

[just-bee-lieve]

for the world had begun, with the birth of the sun- and it’s death, the very same day.

[moonlight-stalker]

# Dcu x Dp 118

Danny is Damian's older brother by about 7 years.

Danyal often sneaks things in for Damian to have and would protect him from punishments, when Damian was 6 he watched his grandfather kill Danyal for making one too many mistakes, he thought he was gone but that same night he witnessed Danyal claiming into his widow at first Damian was over the moon that he was alive but then his mood soon sour when Danyal tells him he has to leave, that if he stayed and grandfather finds out he will have him gutted and have his head cut off to make sure he can't come back. Before he leaves he gives Damian a teddy bear.

4 years later Damian is living with his father and has been living with him for a couple of days when he sees Danyal climbing through his window, but this time he is injured when Damian finally gets him into his room he sees what the injury is and is horrified to see that Danyal has a cut shape as a Y that goes from his shoulders to his pelvis and he see that he is bleeding both red and Lazarus green. Danyal tells him that he does not have much time to explain everything but what he can tell him is that he is something called a halfa now and he's about to go into his core which is pretty much his soul and needs Damian to hide and protect it until he is healed enough that he can reform. Damian agrees and watches as Danyal disappears and an orb the size of a fist falls he catches it before it hits the floor, Damian decides to hide it with his most prized and well-hidden possession which is the teddy bear but he goes the extra mile and cuts open the bear and places Danyal inside.

After that day Damian starts to carry the bear everywhere he puts him in a drawstring bag and goes about his day he does not acknowledge it when any of the other bats ask what he is carrying around. This went on for a week and a half before the bear was found, Grayson had forced him to go on a walk with him only for both of them to get rain when they got back Alfred handed them towels Damian set the bag down which he had taken off to protect from the rain when Drake snatched the bag and open it and pulled out the bear he went to grab it back only for Grayson to take it from Drake and start to tease him and keeping the bear out of his reach at this point the others that were in the mansion had gathered around. Damian finally had enough and pulled out a hidden dagger and yelled "You will hand me back my brother's resting place right this instant or you will lose the hand that is holding him" That made everyone stop and freeze Damian was able to grab the bear back and flee back to his room where he checked over the bear to make sure Danyal was okay not realizing the chaos that he has caused.

[thatonechocogirl]

been feeling sick lately but heres koda waking up with his hair looking like a cockatoo

[weiyjling]

Lloyd: Today I lost my dear brother Kai.

Kai: QUIT TELLING EVERYONE I’M DEAD!

Lloyd: Sometimes I can still hear his voice.

[cupidswurld]

‘bloodlust’ supernatural s2 ep3 / david hume / c.s. lewis / ‘braciole’ the bear s1 ep8 / anne carson / ‘motion sickness’ phobie bridgers

[soupmanspeaks]

You know what

In celebration of a common CC W

Here's some rare Soup art of the boy

[storyteller-trollfan]

You remember that song in Brother Bear "Welcome"?

Okay imagine this

Branch leaves Pop village for one reason or another and he wanders around. Having been told and shown by the Pop trolls that he doesn't belong there (or anywhere) he isn't looking to settle anywhere, he's just looking to survive (he doesn't really know why he bothers but he does)

Anyway, he finds a lone trolling who was somehow separated from his family (maybe a flood carried him away?) and Branch, reluctantly, offers to take him home (he might say that it's his yearly act of charity but in reality he knows he could never leave that kid to fend for himself. That whole "you become whoever would have saved you that time that no one did" plays in his head until he gives in)

Pretty much could be the plot from the movie after Kenai finds Koda with the kid giving the worst directions imaginable but without the hunter

OR

There is a hunter(s) because that trolling could be from one of the villages of the bounty hunters! So the chronically isolated Branch wouldn't know why the hunter wants the child, he would just know that he has to protect the child and then home (you can come up with a reason for the kid not recognizing the hunter of choice (I want to say it the Reggaeton trio because I'm biased))

Either way whatever he makes it to the kids village by themselves or after actually talking to the hunter I want Branch to be very warmly welcomed to stay and be convinced by how much they make him feel wanted, loved and cared for.

Despite being different, he belongs.

[babybirbb]

i need a young carmrichie fic where they get caught by mikey i need to know what y’all think he would do. i do think he would briefly beat the shit out of richie

[bryan360]

“🤗❤️ The Hugging”

🐻📚🍭Beara: So about that ✌️”hiding from the furious bears”✌️thing previously. It suddenly took an unexpected surprise turn after they caught us on foot. We’re just very thankful we’re okay without being…you know. 😑

🐻🎒🚗 Bearo: Just hope we don’t let our parents know when we do come back home. The friendly bear hug part, I mean. Think again we won’t mind after all were related. 😊 Oh yeah! Bobby Bearhug in it too because why not? Not bad for her “PowerPuff” cosplay, I can tell you that.

Bearo (as Craig Williams from “Craig of the Creek”) , Beara (as Kelsey Pokoly from “Craig of the Creek”) and this grizzly friendly bear (who somewhat cosplay as a “Care Bear” like Tenderheart Bear) created by me; BryanVelasquez87 (Bryan360)

Bobby Bearhug (as Blossom from The PowerPuff Girls) - Poppy Playtime Chapter 3 ©️Mob Entertainment, Inc.

Previously: ⬇️

“⬛️⬜️🪦The Grave” - Link Here #1

“🦝🦝The Raccoons” - Link Here #2

“🐿️💕❄️The Climbers” -Link Here #3

“🐱🎸🐶 The Guitarist” - Link Here #4

“🐰👮The Cops” - Link Here #5

“🐶🏴‍☠️👑The Joy” - Link Here #6

“🦔🦊💍The Rings” - Link Here #7

“🦦🐟The Fish” - Link Here #8

“🐱👢🌙 The Cuteness” - Link Here #9

“🎧🦨 The Beats” - Link Here #10

“🔴🐼🐶 The Dogs” - Link Here #11

”🐿️🐰🎸The Band” - Link Here #12

“🦊🔵 The Tallest” - Link Here #13

“🌳😟 The Hunted” - Link Here #14

Tagged: @murumokirby360 @shadowredfeline@alexander1301 @shadowredfeline@sammirthebear2k4 @coda-archive

[pocket-full-of-art]

“And the more people I cut out, the quieter my life got”

“Bear me witness”

- The Bear (2022) x Anne Carsons Antigonick

[saphstories]

A Brother's Love

He should have been more careful. He should have ensured it was correctly done before rushing off. He should have ignored his brother and just made a new one. But no…He had to be an idiot. He had to let his pride be wounded. He just had to prove that he was an adult.

And now here Sonic was, crouched precariously on the edge of a glacier, the ledge just barely wide enough to provide footholds for his boot heels, staring down with petrified emerald eyes at the frigid artic waters miles below while the beast above sniffed about for him, seeking to finish him off. He squeezed his eyes shut, blood roaring in his ears, when the ice cracked with the telltale pressure of footfall just above him, and prayed to whatever was listening for it to be a swift end.

“Sonic!”

“Shadow?” Green eyes popped wide and shot upward to find his eldest brother peering over the edge of the cliff with both relieved and worried garnet eyes.

Only one of those Sonic was able to reciprocate as Shadow settled on his belly and stretched a hand down towards him. “Shadow, no!” Sonic gasped.

“Don’t be an idiot, grab on!” Shadow commanded. When Sonic didn’t move, merely stared at Shadow in terror, the black and scarlet striped hedgehog snarled. “Sonic, we don’t have time for this, come on!” The ice cracked ominously beneath the blue hedgehog’s boots, simultaneously raising Shadow’s blood pressure.

“Y-You gotta get out of here!”

“What are you-?” Shadow’s ears pricked in confusion, brow furrowing as his younger brother continued to quiver in panic instead of reaching to take his hand to safety.

“The bear! Behind you!” Sonic’s shout of warning could barely be heard about the ear-splitting roar above Shadow’s head, and the eldest hedgehog whipped onto his back.

Towering on its hind legs above Shadow was a gigantic grizzly bear. Not a Mobian, an actual grizzly bear, spitting and snarling with glinting razor-sharp fangs and claws. Claws that were raised high to deliver a fatal swipe…

If not for the rock slamming into its large brown muzzle. “Hey, bear, over here!” Silver bellowed, throwing another stone at the bear’s head with insurmountable accuracy. The albino hedgehog brandished his spear and narrowed his golden eyes, slowly and steadily backing away. “Come on, bear, come this way!” The bear snarled and dropped onto all fours but did as Silver goaded and gave chase.

Shadow hurriedly spun back onto his stomach and reached for Sonic, who—this time—didn’t hesitate to accept his eldest brother’s help. Sonic’s boots struggled to gain footholds on the ice, but the blue hedgehog managed to crawl back over the ledge with Shadow pulling strong and firm on his wrists. The two of them wasted no time, Shadow grabbing his spear and the two racing farther out onto the glacier after their brother and the bear.

Silver ducked and dodged the bear’s lunges and swipes, but such evasions became exceedingly trickier on the ice, and one swing of the bear’s claws had Silver sliding down the ice and falling into a large crevice. At the last moment, Silver spun his spear and managed to pierce both ends in the opposite borders of the crack, and he dangled above the deep abyss of the glacier’s interior.  

“Silver!” Sonic skidded on his knees to the crevice his brother disappeared into while Shadow kept the bear busy with his spear. Silver’s spear cracked under his grip, and Sonic clasped his fingers around Silver’s arm just as it snapped in two. “Hang on!”

“No arguments here!” Silver howled and gripped Sonic’s hands tight in his fists, golden eyes wide with terror. Sonic groaned and heaved Silver up, but every time he pulled, the ice acted against him, causing his knees and feet to slide under him.

Shadow stabbed at the bear, but his attention was divided; his garnet eyes focusing on his two brothers instead of the advancing beast. The bear roared and struck; the air left Shadow’s lungs in a rush as agony exploded across his chest; the ice of the glacier freezing against his back even through his coat. Inspection of his chest left his glove sticky and red, though the bear ignored him and lumbered away. Shadow forced himself to his knees and panted, watching with mounting horror as the monster stalked closer to his little brothers.

No. Not while he breathed. Shadow gripped his spear tight in his fist and noticed the thick cracks all along the glacier ledge, starting at his crouched position...and ending just inches away from Sonic and Silver…directly under the bear.

“Not while I breathe.” Shadow hissed. With a roar, Shadow stabbed the spear tip through the crack in the ice and yanked.  

CRRRAAACKKKK!

The bear froze, petrified for the very first time since this all began. Sonic and Silver—now finally out of the hole, thank Gaia—gaped as the ice began to split and sink. “Shadow!” Silver screamed.

“Shadow, ru-!” Sonic bellowed…but the warning came too late.

It wouldn’t have mattered.

Shadow tightened his grip on the spear, his garnet eyes firm but sorrowful and focused on his petrified brothers, and the barest hint of a smile crossed his tan muzzle as he vanished in the falling torrent of snow and ice. The bear attempted to flee to safety, jumping from one sheet of plunging ice to another and scrabbling its claws on the firm ledge with roars of terror and anguish, before finally disappearing with Shadow into the depths below.

“Shadow!” Sonic and Silver rushed to the edge of the glacier, but nothing could be seen but the frothy churning waters and the chunks of ice that had once been part of the glacier.

The two brothers wasted no time. They scurried down the cliffs and bolted for the banks of the sea, but in the race, nothing else but boulders of sheer ice had resurfaced in the water.

There was no sign of their eldest brother. The two hedgehogs paid no mind to the freezing temperature of the water as they bolted inside. “Shadow! Shadow!”

But there was no answer. A lonely spear point, broken midway down, floated in the water. The fur-lined hood of a familiar winter coat drifted along with the current to shore. “No…” Silver clutched the hood to his chest, tears stinging his eyes. “No, no, no, please Gaia, no-,”  

“Silver!” Sonic splashed through the water towards him, emerald eyes frantic. “Silver, have you seen-?!” Sonic froze as his baby brother sniffled, golden eyes ruddy and cheeks soaked, and his eyes fell to the hood gripped tight in his hands. “Oh, gods.” Sonic choked out. Silver buried his face in the soaked fur of the hood, violently shaking even as Sonic’s arms wrapped tight around him and tugged him against a heaving chest.

Although Shadow’s body was never recovered, the noble sacrifice he performed that day was never forgotten. Recounted endlessly through the ages as a legend of ultimate courage and steadfast love, a story of a hedgehog who became a hero…by being a brother.

For @e-vay, for inspiring me with all her awesome Sonic art.

[thatonechocogirl]

they were told to think about it so they did

[weiyjling]

Anya: Today I lost my dear sy-on boy.

Damian: QUIT TELLING EVERYONE I’M DEAD!

Anya: Sometimes I can still hear his voice.

[seaoftheworst]

Bepo Tag Drop

🐻‍❄️ far from home and seeing the world: about bepo 🐻‍❄️ inspired by his brother: bepo headcanons 🐻‍❄️ the mink of the polar tang: bepo visage 🐻‍❄️ navigator of the heart pirates: bepo interactions 🐻‍❄️ silly old bear: bepo crack

[hajimehinata]

i gave you all i had, i did

day 5 : sacrifice ( from @adfaugust )

all he’s ever done, he did it for this family.

tyler’s long been used to hours of work with little reward, underpaid for hard labour and chalking it up to his family name. the world’s out to get him, he’s always known it, has been told so time and time again by the holt matriarch. and he knows better than anyone that sharon wouldn’t lie, has been an honest woman from the day she was born. if she ever was dishonest, it’s cause she had to be, cause she wasn’t given another option. but ma’s honest, gets her way through respect built from her steely and admirable nature. sharon, impossible not to respect with her fingers poised elegantly around a cigarette. lord knows tyler gladly picked up that habit for a few stolen seconds of her company. always wishing blindly to soak up her presence, as if it would somehow cure him of his own inferiority, childishness she frowned upon. he always feels adult standing next to her — ’cept for when he don’t, when he feels like he’s quakin’ in his boots just being near her. tells himself it’s because he loves her, because he can’t stand the thought of her coming to harm. knows that he’s her protector and that’s all he is, and for a holt, that’s a blessing. no higher honour than to be at sharon’s side, making sure their shitheel of a pa don’t try anything. 

never strikes him that he might be thinking backwards, that the person he’s afraid of is the very person he loves the most. so wrapped around her finger he can’t see it for what it is, embraced into her perfumed storytelling, lies that sound like the truth, until tyler can’t help but believe in her. she’s his ma, and she needs him, everyone does. shoulders heavy burdens so she don’t have to, under the firm belief that he had a choice, but that no sane man would choose the other option.

what man would leave his ma to suffer all alone? none that are mannerly or polite, none that really care for her. tyler’s signed away his life, all twenty-five years of it thus far and whatever rest of it that cruel fate gives him. quickly revises the thought, since he oughta be grateful for what he has — the opportunity to be there for his ma, for his brothers. 

still doesn’t stop the white-hot jealousy from bubbling up in a weary chest when he sees how easily dale and jay are awarded with ma’s attention. don’t know the last time she called him sweetheart — or if she ever has. keeps blindly charging forward, since he knows why dale’s got ma’s heart; no one could hate a face like that or deny him a thing. and jay… as much as he don’t contribute, as much as he ain’t really one of them ( as much as his sensitive nature is rewarded when tyler’s was long stamped outta him, told time and time again that he’s the eldest and real men gotta keep their upper lip stiff ) … sharon’s affectionate towards the golden boy because he reminds her of that sister of hers. that woman who got herself knocked up and imposed herself on her charitable sister, only to wind up dead and leaving her screaming kid behind for sharon to care for like he’s hers.

( and if tyler had to pick up those motherly responsibilities, it’s cause ma obviously couldn’t, not after her own sister had died, and no one could have expected her to be well enough to take care of a kid or her three-year-old and certainly not her seven-year-old little man, the nickname brooke gave him as she pinched a solemn cheek still ringing in his head — )

— but ain’t he the same as brooke, now? running off to save his own skin when dale’s … a sharp pain lancing through his chest, solid evidence of how he’s failed the family. still feels the sting on his cheek when ma told him clear as day — he ain’t got this, he wasn’t responsible enough, never good enough. and selfishly he wonders how long he has to sweat and toil for … her approval, but he’d never say that. sharon don’t give out praise that ain’t earned, and tyler never earned it a day in his life. no matter how hard he worked. no matter how little he slept. no matter how kind he was to his charity case of a cousin. 

and he’s doing everything he can, even if ain’t good enough, even if it ain’t perfect. tells himself this is the best he can do for the ones he’s lost — protect himself cause he’s the only one left to protect her. when dale’s gone, pa’s in some hospital after his act of cowardice, and they had to leave jay behind when the cops were too close for comfort. he’s the only one left, and sharon’s safety’s all that matters. they come up with a plan, her and her only child, and there’s an unspoken understanding that passes through ‘em. the knowledge that they’re all they’ve got anymore, that they have to stick together. 

it’s everything he wanted. least, he thought it was. until jay shows back up on their doorstep and tyler’s left to stare. a brother back from the dead and the short-lived attention from his ma itching at the back of his ribcage. forced to think horrible thoughts, wondering if it was jay all along who took this from tyler. if sharon’s affections were only doled out to the youngest boys because that love’s finite, and because jay just had to be difficult, ruin things by taking that book and killing dale, the sting of a motherly slap across the cheek still smarting. can’t accept that he wants more than he’s got, so it’s jay’s fault. that festering itch getting worse until it’s damn near unbearable. it’s jay on the doorstep of the cabin and not dale, not his baby brother who sat on his lap and babbled to him in half-formed sentences, who didn’t leave him ( didn’t leave the family, comes the mental correction ) to go galavanting off in the woods. 

still, tyler takes first watch. is used to staying up and expects that neither ma nor jay will wake up for a second watch. maybe he’ll catch an hour or two, but he ain’t counting on it. more important that sharon gets her rest, and it’s not like tyler trusts jay to stay up and keep an eye out. not after he found out about brooke, the long-kept secret that shoulda been told to him long ago, so he could understand why he’s gotta make it up to the family more than ever. if anything, he thinks maybe jay’ll try to slink out and talk to him. the lie weighs heavy on his chest, but it’s the most sensible solution. ma needs to go on the motorcycle, and jay can survive out here in the woods. if tyler stayed ( and his chest constricts at the mere thought ) … he’d die. still, even though ma knows that, it’s still his duty to stay back. even with this busted leg, even with his lack of familiarity of the bush of two rock. when jay wasn’t around, the solution was simple. now, it’s staring him right in the eye. his imminent death. the same fate as dale. loving jay, then dying for it. 

the door creaks open, and tyler’s heart squeezes in his chest seeing it’s ma. it ain’t rare for her to seek out his company, whether it’s to unload some stresses or just cause he’s smoking at the same time as her, but that weary heart still jumps when she does. hard and clear evidence that he’s doing something right. but that brief hope gets squashed like an insignificant insect as soon as the words leave her mouth. can we talk about this canada thing? 

shoulda known she was coming out to ask about it, silently curses himself for not realizing sooner. remembers the other mistake he made, telling jay about his real ma, and braces himself for a scolding that thankfully never comes. sharon’s not a petty woman, and she’s moved onto more pressing matters. wondering why jay can’t have the prized seat next to her on the bike. wondering all that when she’s whip-smart and definitely smart enough to know tyler’d die if he stuck around back here. and it all comes flooding out. a juvenile confession, practically sobbed out. a desperate begging for love he’s always thought he was above. is it so wrong to want to live? is it so wrong to want a shot at life even when it’s long over? all his life, he’s given her ( the family, he hurriedly corrects, because even now, he can’t stop the helpless fawning over her ) everything he has, everything he is. and here he leans against the cabin post, staring up at the consequence bearing over him like a giant. finds himself scared and utterly alone in the face of this insurmountable beast. 

he just wants to live. and if that’s gotta mean just surviving from here on out, he wants that. if his fate was never to live his life, he’ll mourn it and bury it alongside dale. clenches his fists and jaw and tries not to let the grief consume him, crush that bad leg before he’s even got a chance to try to keep going. wouldn’t dale have wanted him to live? wouldn’t dale have wanted… and it feels blasphemous to even think, but wouldn’t dale have wanted his happiness? couldn’t sharon have loved him enough to want that for him?

but it can’t be about dale and it certainly can’t be about sharon, so it’s about jay, the boy who got everything tyler wanted just by being. who whines and gets his way, the eternal favourite and the one dale eventually left tyler behind for. but tyler knows he can still win. he’s just gotta convince jay to stay back. and he does. feels that affection he always had for the kid come back full force, all babyish smiles and hints of wisdom he don’t think even jay knows he has. tyler will miss him. he gets that now. wishes blindly and with all his heart that there were three seats on the motorcycle, even if the thought of sharing ma with jay was nauseating just an hour ago. 

tyler trudges back to his world, leaving jay to his own. greets sharon with a weary look, disillusioned like he hasn’t been in a long time. no longer is he excited to be the only one left. misses his brothers, both of ‘em, like hell. but at least he’s got ma, his sole purpose for as long as he can remember. something nettles him about that. maybe it’s just that jay taking off didn’t make him feel any better. 

that’s what he sticks with until one night at the church turns into two, and then three.

and tyler lays with his cheek pressed against a dilapidated floor and wonders. do we get what we deserve?