#warrior fic

[mlmxreader]

Still There | Tommy Conlon x gn!reader

anonymous asked: Tommy Conlon: Hello, hello! I hope you're doing good 🖤. May I please ask for a little something using the following prompts for my sweet baby Tommy Conlon X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader: “We still have each other”

summary: Tommy doesn't really know how to stop suffering in silence, but at least he knows that he isn't completely alone all the time.

tws: swearing, touch starvation

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As of late, Tommy had been through so fucking much that it was difficult to understand how he was coping with everything; he never spoke about it, he only continued to soldier on despite knowing that he didn't have to suffer in silence.

He never spoke about it, but he was suffering and you could see it in his eyes every time you caught his eye. You wanted to tell him that you were there, that you would not go anywhere or give up on him even when he thought you would. But when he walked in, huffing and puffing and refusing to meet your gaze, you knew that you could no longer cope with it.

‘Snuff’ by Slipknot was playing softly over the kitchen speakers, one of your songs, and usually, Tommy would have smiled. He liked to come home and find you playing your music as you went about doing whatever you could - cooking, cleaning, washing; the things he usually did if he was home.

But he didn’t smile, only dumped his workout bag by the door and kicked off his shoes before he settled on the stool at the breakfast bar; he wrung his hands together, biting and chewing at the inside of his top lip, gently pulling off bits of flesh as he sighed.

You looked at him with sympathy for a moment, wishing that he would tell you what was going on. You knew he didn’t want to talk, though, so you only made him a cup of coffee and looked at him fondly. With his voice a soft grumble, Tommy nodded at you and smiled softly.

“Thank you.”

You nodded back, licking your lips as you hummed softly. “No matter what’s going on right now, Tom, we still have each other - you still have me. Constantly.”

“I know,” he muttered, and even though he tried to hide it, you could still see the sadness in his eyes and how it even infected his voice.

You hummed again, turning away from him and heading over to the cupboard; you wanted to tell him more. You wanted to tell him that you cared and that you wished he would speak to you about what was going on, but you had a strong feeling that he didn’t want to. He just followed you like a lost puppy when you closed the cupboard and headed to the bedroom.

Waiting for you by the door as he watched you get one of his hoodies; usually he made a comment about such theft, but when you put it on and you made sure that the strings were the same length, he stayed quiet. Tommy really wasn’t himself, but given what he had been going through lately, you couldn’t say that he was wrong to.

You couldn’t say you felt anything but sorry that he thought he had to suffer alone. You didn’t think, getting in his face for a second before you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling his body flush to yours and letting him bury his face against the side of your neck; you smiled to yourself, gently rubbing his back.

Tommy clung on tightly, the fabric of his hoodie bunched in his fists between your shoulders as he held on as much as he could.

He sniffled, trying to wriggle closer despite knowing that he couldn’t, even if he tried; you weren’t surprised, Tommy rarely had any sort of physical affection unless it came from you, and your heart shattered every time you thought about it for more than two minutes.

You kept holding onto him, though, quietly shushing him as you rubbed his back a little more, wishing your heart didn’t break so much every time he clung onto you like that.

“It’s alright, Tom,” you whispered. “I got you, it’s alright.”

He nodded, pulling away as he cleared his throat, ashamed that he had shown any weakness at all; Tommy hated being vulnerable, but he knew that you understood he was working on it and he was really doing his best.

For the months he had been working on it, the hugs had gotten longer and longer every time. He didn’t need you to tell him you were proud of him for that - he already knew. So he coughed quietly, and hummed under his breath as he took a step back. 

“You eaten anything yet?”

You shook your head, daring to flash him a reassuring smile. “I was waiting for you.”

Tommy nodded slowly, leading the way to the kitchen and gesturing for you to sit down; he wasn’t the best cook in the world, but he wasn’t the worst either, so you were quite happy to sit at the breakfast bar and watch as he pulled the ingredients from the cupboards and fridge one by one.

He didn’t need to say anything, you knew what he was doing; silently trying to show you that he did appreciate it, and he did really feel grateful for you being so understanding all the time. That he did care. That’s all Tommy was trying to do, show you that he really did care about you and that he wasn’t trying to push you away - he just wasn’t sure how to stop suffering in silence.

He knew he didn’t have to, but he wasn’t sure how to start opening up. He had spent so long keeping things to himself until they turned him bitter and cynical, cruel and angry - he had no idea how to let someone else share the burden with him.

But he was working on it, and he knew that you knew he was. Tommy tried his best with those things, even though he really didn’t know heads from tails and had no idea where to start with them; but he figured, the least that he could do was to show you that he cared.

So he turned your music up a little, ‘BDSK.exe’ by Bloodywood filling the kitchen. Tommy relaxed, knowing that it was still your music. He found his footing, he knew what he was doing. 

Above all else, Tommy knew that you were still there. 

[say-ulalalala]

Warrior - Mai Ling | Another Side Of Her (character study)

Rating: T (tw for referenced character death)

Word count: 544

Summary: "That look in the eye changed completely, perhaps this is also a side of me"

— FLOWER, Jisoo

There are nights Mai Ling finds herself wide awake, and for a variety of reasons. It can either be: her guilt from ordering Ah Sahm's death, her alliance with the Fung Hai, or maybe just something else.

Mai Ling lets go of Li Yong's warm embrace as she gets up and goes to her dresser. Seated in front of her vanity, she reaches into a drawer and retrieves a petite notebook. She opens the notebook and reaches for a pen from the same drawer, closing it immediately afterward.

Whenever things get overwhelming, Mai Ling would usually just write down what's in her head in her notebook. Tonight seemed different though. A plethora of thoughts ran through her mind, and she couldn't seem to sort them out.

Instead, she rests her head on her hands as she sighs deeply. She looks at herself in her mirror, and tries to analyze herself.

Mai Ling wasn’t the same girl she was a few years ago when she was in China. She could see it in her eyes, that look inside them changed completely.

Perhaps this could also be a side of her?

The woman ponders at herself a little more as she begins to think about what she has done since she came to America.

Sure, she may have done what she had to do so she could never be that same helpless, abused, and abandoned girl she once was. At the same time, she wonders if all that she had done was worth it.

She may be free from her suffering, but it cost her so much - even the things that were dear to her heart. She lost everything that mattered to her - her brother, her father, and even her dear home.

Mai Ling then turns the notebook’s pages to reveal a couple pieces of rice paper, folded and tucked between the pages. She takes both of them, and unfolds one of them to reveal what looks to be a letter.

As she reads the text, tears slowly begin to fall from her eyes as she tries to process what she was reading. And then, a realization hit her. It was a letter that her younger self wrote, for her present self.

No, this was not how Mai Ling thought she would turn out. She is far from this. 

Although she always imagined she’d end up here in America one day, this was not how she thought she would. She could have been anything, but this. 

As she finishes reading the letter, she folds it back before tucking it between the pages and taking the other piece of folded paper. She unfolds it, to reveal a rough but artfully drawn sketch of her family.

It looked so perfect. Both her grandparents, parents, Ah Sahm, and herself - all in one frame. Oh, how Mai Ling wished it would still be the same today, just them living peacefully and happily in China. 

Sometimes, Mai Ling asks herself, “What if things turned out differently? What if grandmother and grandfather didn’t die, mother didn’t leave us, and I didn’t have to marry Sun Yang?”

But as her mother used to tell her, “Things happen for a reason.” But what reason? That is the question. 

A question left unanswered, until now.

Tags (for reach): @cleverqueenchild @bleep-blop-lizard-hop (please lmk via dms if you want to be untagged!!)

[pocket-dragon]

Durge murder aura detected

[thetoyboxs]

Older Brother Advice #35: As long as Legend doesn't die, you can fight him

[jakegyllenbaalz]

tom hardy filming warrior (2011)

[simplykorra]

I stare at her perfect normality until I wake up and realize that I'm still the freak I've been my whole life. One thing I've learned since then. Life has a really fucked up way of making your dreams come true. - Ava Silva

[maesonc-artistic-adventures]

““Ouch,” Warriors says, not sounding particularly worried or hurt. “You wound me, old man.”

“It always sounds more insulting when you call me that.”

“It’s not my fault you got old.”

“Ladies, ladies, you’re both very old.” Sky waves at them both. “Now, can we go?””

Immemorial by schrodingers___cat on ao3

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I should be studying for finals but here we are instead.

If the author has a tumblr pls tag them and I’ll update the post!

[ereighna]

Something else I noticed about Wars and fairies. The fairies only really physically touch him. The others seem to have them float around but Wars they snuggle up.

They do fuss over Time, but not touch. Edit: they do land on Time, I missed that in my excitement.

Also, Four, chill.

Credit to @jojo56830 at @linkeduniverse.

[fourthcupofrice]

@rebornofstars. HI BEE!!!!! I FINISHED IT!!!!!!!

EVERYBODY GO READ BEE’S WORK PRIMORDIALS!!!! ITS REALLY COOL. CLICK OVER HERE RN!!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56295496/chapters/143026147

Bee that first chapter was just so amazing, it kept staying on my mind until i drew it. I love love the idea that Time doesn’t really remember Captain, and Wars doesn’t recognize his little buddy 20+ years later. I love that mystery element. Beyond the comedy of everyone in the group believing themselves to be the only mortal person in the group, I absolutely love the vibes around Time. He IS Time itself and its really good!!!! His natural Strangeness is so good, and it’s half heart-warming half terrifying how much he admires Warriors and genuinely thinks he is the protector of all soldiers and patron of battle.

close ups and drawing rambling below the cut

I’m so proud of the baby especially. I gave Fierce unicorn hair just cause I can, he deserves it. I love his stupid sword that makes no sense. If a 10 ft tall guy with unicorn hair and a glitter sword showed up I’d be so scared. His sword isn’t glittery in game but I do what I want.

the original draft was super desaturated with a really yucky pallet, and I was kinda digging it, but with Fierce’s sill my sparkly hair the desaturated panel didn’t look purposefully yucky anymore and just normal yucky, so I added a little more color.

[ghosthoard]

“Later, Twilight would realize that moment was when he first saw Warriors and thought brother.”

Powerful succinct writing! That one sentence lives on in my heart.

Thank you @tenderleavesbob for your writing!

Link to the ficlet!

[kikker-oma]

Fan Joy July - Day 22

This uber lovely scene is from Men's Boots, Too Big by @uncleskyrule

It's a lovely read full of tender brotherly moments between Time and Warriors and it's just SO precious🥹 Noogies and hugs are healing hehe

[la-sera]

For CactusJuice25 @raviosnumber1fan

Fic: As long as you need me (Fan Joy July day 22, my 14th pict for Fan Joy July)

I was looking for LU sickfic, and I found your fic on Ao3, with all the boys getting sick XD and Malon! I immediately liked this fic and got the idea to draw this fanart. Hope you like it ^^

Thank you for sharing your great work!

[say-ulalalala]

Warrior - Mai Ling x Eliza Pendleton | Spicy Noodles

Rating: G (no warnings)

Word count: 334

Summary: Sometimes, a little heat is needed for a cold night like this. And for Eliza, she didn't think that spicy noodles were what her girlfriend meant.

A/N: got inspired to write this from two of my favorite things: monsoon season and spicy noodles!! <3

Also posted on AO3

Eliza giggles as she jumps on a small puddle of water, the splatter staining her white sneakers while her girlfriend Mai Ling playfully glares at her.

“What?” She asks, pouting.

“Nothing.”

Eliza then goes to Mai Ling’s left as she puts her arm around her girlfriend’s waist. Mai Ling returns the gesture, as they make their way on the street.

The quiet road had glistened with raindrops under the lampposts. Cold monsoon air embraced the two women, as Eliza leaned her head on her girlfriend’s shoulder.

As they pass by a convenience store, they exchange a look before they go inside. Eliza immediately heads to an aisle filled with instant noodles, scanning the shelves. Mai Ling does the same, before she picks out two cups of spicy noodles. She then goes to another aisle with triangular rice balls, as she takes two - one for her, and one for Eliza.

***

“Why didn’t you tell me these are spicy spicy!” Eliza exclaims, the burning sensation igniting her tongue. Mai Ling laughs as her girlfriend struggles to eat her noodles.

“What? Don’t laugh at me,” the blonde continues, as she grabs her carton of banana milk, before she takes a sip.

“It’s not that spicy, you’ll be fine.”

Mai Ling continues eating, watching the woman in front of her. She smiles at her, before she unwraps her triangular rice ball and took a bite out of it.

“How do you eat this type of food so easily? I could never…” Eliza remarked.

The other woman smiled. “You’ll get used to it, don’t worry. Here’s a tip: don’t think too much about the spice. Also, just take small bites of your food.”

So Eliza does what Mai Ling said, as she slowly chews on her noodles, savoring the flavor. “So, how is it?”

“A bit better, I guess.”

Mai Ling smiles. As both of them continued eating, a light rain began to fall outside the window.

Sometimes, a little heat is needed for a cold night like this.

Tagging: @bleep-blop-lizard-hop @nyctophilic0vitnir (please lmk if you wanna be untagged)

[mosaixe]

“Twilight,” Warriors said gently, “I’ll always be your brother.”

based on: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57647659 by @somer-writes, a lovely fic that i totally recommend you read!!

[sleepwalkersqueen]

how everyone coping?

[sapphicseasapphire]

Perpetually making fanart of @tashacee and @a-manicured-lawn’s Idolatry instead of actually working on my comics. I’M FINE

Statue man. Man that is stone. Statue made of stone man. Man made of statue stone. Statue man.