#fangsjustice

[bluestmoons]

@fangsjustice​

   Today was the first day Lloyd could move again, after the death he’d nearly died on Leonie’s kitchen table. Not content to sit still, even after nearly leaving this world, he’d gone to stand in the chilling evening with Alexei, look out over their farmland. Maybe he’d just wanted a few moments to clear his head, but hadn’t been able to escape Alexei’s friendly chatter — a problem Leonie all too frequently dealt with ( not that she’d ever, of course, minded ). 

  As her son and the love of her life spoke in the fields, she rode out to do her perimeter checks, and that is where she found them. Long, dark hair, curled around snow — long clothes that still seemed thin for this weather — a pallid feature to their face. Her heart had caught in her throat, and she’d only been relieved when she thought she saw the flutter of eyes beneath eyelids. 

   They awoke some time on the ride. Leonie only noticed when she’d gone to dismount, and they stared at her, laid over her saddle. “Come on, now, darling,” she’d soothed, helping them down — and, questionless, silent, they followed her into her home. 

   A blanket was draped at their back, a cup of tea set out for them. They stared at it like it was a foreign thing, unmoving. It was then, fortune should have it, that the door opened, and in walked— 

   “Lloyd. We have a visitor. I found them in the snow. Oh! I didn’t get your name, did I, dear?” 

#fangsjustice #fangsjustice: lloyd #( the rising of. ) leonie. #( the light of. ) leonie. #[ GOES FERAL GOES FERAL GOES FERAL GOES FER— ]

[wingsofilia]

The lands of Bern were in some ways quite similar to Ilia. The mountain peaks that ran down the country were reminiscent of the heights of the pegasus knight’s frozen home. And yet, there was something about this place. Something deep within her that made Fiora feel truly... Tense? All this for reasons she couldn’t quite fathom. She’d been here several times before to deal with bandits hiding out in the hills, but this was her first time making contact with another mercenary force. It was her first time, as well, being here for purely diplomatic reasons. 

Upon approaching the camp at the designated time, the Ilian circled the skies a few times so as to announce herself to the people, before she made her descent, a bit outside the area. Hopefully her arrival was broadcast enough to get the attention of her contact.

She dismounted her pegasus, giving the steed a few pats in appreciation, then turned to the people in the camp. Her voice rang up, not quite a shout, but loud enough to be heard by a crowd. “Greetings. I am Fiora, of the 5th Wing of Ilia’s pegasus knights. I’m here to speak with the one in charge of this camp. Sir Lloyd of the Black Fang mercenaries.”

Starter for @fangsjustice​ (Lloyd)

#fangsjustice #(( IC - Flying High )) #(( FIORA - Wings of Honor )) #// Let me know if you want me to change something

[neomacaught]

WHAT’S YOUR ROLE IN FOUND FAMILY DYNAMICS?

the heart full of faith 

at some point in your life, you've probably been told you're "the glue" keeping a certain group of people together. you look on the bright side of things. you are able to convince someone that everything will be alright. your (found) family walks away from you feeling strengthened by your faith and--let's face it--wisdom. hopefully, you aren't being taken for granted in this. keeping morale up comes naturally to you. you probably do plenty without even realizing it. you're a good listener, thoughtful, kind. even leaders come to you for guidance. you may or may not be keen on being in charge yourself, but you are trustworthy, and you do right by the people who depend on you. the only person you can't always see clearly is yourself. it's easy to tell someone their potential but incredibly difficult to realize your own. you need the support of others just as much as they need you--but once you're put to the test, you'll realize you had the right stuff in you all along.

tagged by: myself! tagging: @fangsjustice @eritvita @archaeval @condomglitter​ and you! Say I tagged you!

#[ SO good!!!! but she’s also definitely a mom friend!! !] #( tagging games. ) #( out of ancestor's light. ) #( neoma means night. ) headcanons.

[of-invisible-ties]

@fangsjustice​ replied to your post:  are we harassing nae–

Distressed raven noises.

“I have not an inkling who you are, beorc, or how I’ve wronged you! Now, put that axe down, or --- AAAAACK!”

Naesala barely dodged the attack. Immediately, he assumes raven form and takes to the skies. Nope, nope, nope, he’s outta here! 

#fangsjustice #muse: naesala #[ lloyd come get ur brother ] #[ hes running loose again ] #[ every day is harassing nae day lol ] #[ linus probs heard 'corrupt king' and went swinging at nae ]

[siriseen]

@fangsjustice​ sent, ❝ this sounds like a lloyd hasn't been sleeping sentence so I had to do it to you. ❝ And if we spill a few ants, that's not the end of the world. ❞ ❞ ↳ accepting! 

   ... What?

   He’s talking to himself, walking down the hallway, so brusquely and focused that he doesn’t even notice she’s also standing there. Eyes narrow. Hunched shoulders. Skin clammy and pale. Whispered nonsense. 

   Oooh, finally. Something exciting. 

   She crosses the distance between them -- a few sharp steps, a hand on his back. “Hi,” she signs, one-handedly, continues on with a laziness in her hands that slips to the syntax, “where ya headin’?” 

#drugs tw #[ or... alternatively... :) ] #just one more #fangsjustice #fangsjustice: lloyd #v: ad augusta per angusta #( queue me later. )

[cavaliant]

@fangsjustice​ | don’t let Janny spread his Egg Propaganda (tm)

“Survival of the fittest, huh? Well, I can’t say I’m unfamiliar with it.” It was how the Hawks picked their leaders, after all--the strongest of them all was deemed the most fit to lead.

“What, is it really so strange that birds like us would hatch out of eggs? Maybe not eggs as small as that, but like you said, all of us start out small! And hey, at least we don’t take as long to have kids as dragons do. Can you imagine having to wait years to have the first look at your precious new nestling’s cute little face?”

#fangsjustice #jan: interactions #holding out for a hero (heroes) #janny: we all start small #sb: you're still small... #i'm sorry for the egg :/

[empathicstars]

@fangsjustice​ got a thing! 

   At any moment, one could be spirited away. 

   At least -- that is what all the tales into which she’d ever dove told her. 

   At any moment, one could anger Kami, and disappear. It did not matter what one may be in the process of doing -- Kami would call you, pull you, and you’d sink into the spirit world. 

   But, of course, Aella did not believe in terran folklore, nor terran gods. So this must be... a dream? 

   It had been moments before Aella had turned in for the evening. Her hair hung about her, she was wearing long, rather thin civilian wear -- in absolutely no condition to be seen by anyone. But here she was, in what felt like an entirely different world. There was a sharp, dank smell in the air -- and she realized she could hardly see, except for a torch flickering in a grasp above her. There, in the glow of the light, stood what appeared to be a human -- red hair, tied back in a long ponytail, beaming widely and somewhat mischievously. She was dressed in unfamiliar clothing -- adorned with heavy metal that glittered in the low light, a cape on her shoulders. Armor. Armor, as though Aella were... 

   ... In a pre-warp civilization? Perhaps in the past of one of the civilizations of which she had already known?  

   Thoughts of perhaps dreaming of a medieval world died when the redhead before her frowned down at a rifle in her hand -- eyes widening as it glowed, and slowly, her gaze came to rest on Aella. 

   “Oh, it’s you, isn’t it?” 

   Aella’s lips parted -- but before she could speak, there broke commotion. Shouts. Harsh voices. The walls of stone around her reverberated with the noise, and the person before her nearly threw her rifle into her hands. 

   There was a flash of light. Everything disorienting, and loud, and Aella had hardly been oriented in the first place, and thus, she collapsed onto the ground, released the weapon, sat on the ground with fingers shielding her eyes for a moment until the light condensed, and faded, and... 

   Aella dropped her hand, and her throat dropped into her stomach. The world, which had just felt oppressive, and small, and tight, went liquid with her shock. 

   There, in front of her, taking in his surroundings, was... a person.  

#v: perseus #fangsjustice #fangsjustice: lloyd #i just wanna stay until the morning sun #( incoming message from queuefleet. )

[miyamuraink]

Attempt at unlined art

#monster teeth #monsters #fang #fangsjustice #tongue #drool #monster #venom #monster drawing #monster art #monster illustration #illustration #art #digital art #digital illustration #kirita

[jasperlion]

@fangsjustice​ replied to your post 

*intense boss music starts up*

#fangsjustice #time to get the goods #oh gods i looked right at the sun | crack

[bigbluetiger]

Lloyd and Linus should be uh... proud...

NINO DOES HER BEST

#and smokes them both in the process #InAskr #fangsjustice #the bros are so proud of her but a little ashamed of themselves... just a little bit...

[r00dlion]

@fangsjustice​ from here (x)

Unfazed by the whirlwind of Linus’ emotions - a small gust compared to his own, and much smaller than the earfuls he’d taken from his uncle. It reminded him of his laguz adolescent years - that was an interesting time. “If you’re wondering about who ratted you out, Nino came to me and Mordecai while we were at the dining hall - said she hadn’t seen you in a while and started feeling worried about you, but wasn’t sure how to approach. After Kiran told us what was going on, it reached bro-talk tier. And for the record, I do have places to be - but if my little bro has a problem, I’m dealing with it with him, and that’s that.” 

Speaking of Mordecai... “Initially Mord was gonna be here too, but Kiran deployed him to the training tower for some extra orbs for that contraption he's calling the “Bread-A-Bricker” now, whatever that name’s supposed to mean.” the lion said, hunching over a bit with his arms onto the top of his knees. Looking straight at his mopeful beorc brother, he glowered. “And don’t you dare try hiding things from me. I can see right. Through. You.” If partially because he acted almost exactly like this at his equivalent age to Linus.

“You’re sick at yourself for getting fat, thinking that somehow makes you weak - DON’T. HIDE IT.” he chastised Linus’ playing with his shirt, almost going to his outdoor voice and scaring the birds a bit. 

“That gut you got is because you have access to more food than you used to, and your body doesn’t know what to do with it. Yet. From a Gallian perspective, That’s a good thing. You have energy to burn, weight to keep you grounded, and a natural padding for your organs. You lose those, and you’re dead.”

He paused, taking his coat and shirt off. “This look is what you’re after, right? Arms, neck, a whole castle wall of muscle?” He flexed for emphasis. “I have this bod because I have to - I have my throne and people to protect, and I need to look the part. If I didn’t? Ha - you’d see me lugging around something thrice your size by now.” He leaned back and gestured his arm out in an arc for a visual. “So if you wanna lose the gut, let’s put that energy to use, and get you looking more like me. Think of it as a little brotherly bonding time. What do you say?” he said, giving his giant mitt to help his little beorc brother up.

#fangsjustice #I Hope Uncle Is Proud Of Me // Heroes RP #longpost oops #he's actually a good speaker when he isn't being a tryhard #hothead big bro gives hothead little bro a much-needed pep talk #Breidablik is now the Bread Bricker because money is useless when you see people spend $100+ and STILL not get the hero they want #IntSys is a JERK

[bluestmoons]

the literal last thing @fangsjustice​ needs is more drafts, and yet

   Ursula had hit a plateau. 

   For the last several months, Ursula had been steadily progressing through the ranks of the Black Fang. It was simple work, besting those that came her way, making quick work of those on the battlefield. It was as if they weren’t even trying. 

   And then... it stopped.

   Her superiors no longer found her worthy, but she knew, doubtlessly, that she was. She was at least ten times better than these incompetent fools. She watched men come home bloodied and beaten from foes that wouldn’t even ruffle her bangs. What was happening?

   Was it because she was a woman? Because she was of another land? There was something. There had to be... There had to be something to explain the incompetence. 

   “Ursula, did you see that? Lord Reed — the eldest — did you see the way he was looking at you?” 

   Ugh, she didn’t care for this petty gossip. But she smiled sweetly at the large eyed boy who’d gotten her attention. ( Her junior, and yet he’d almost passed her. Infuriating. ) “Oh, I must’ve been in my own head. Won’t you tell me about it?” 

   “His gaze lingered on you for quite a while! He seemed embarrassed when his brother dragged him away. Is there a chance— well... do you think he likes you?” 

   ... Oh. 

   Frankly, this wasn’t the route she wanted. She had no interest in relationships of any sort. And the thought of being flush with one of these... filthy... men... 

   Well. Perhaps she’d feel differently when she had a moment alone with the elder lord. And if it helped her be recognized for her potential, she supposed she’d have to grin and bear it. 

   There was a certain rush that came with learning where and how to approach him, alone. It was like any mark they’d time abundance to study. She memorized his schedule, erratic though it often appeared to be, and ‘happened’ upon him one night, walking back to his chambers. 

   Her acting was rather impeccable. She came from the direction he was heading, and she saw him, looked away in respect, and then hesitated, as though unsure if she should talk to him before nodding, as though convincing herself. 

   “My lord.” 

   Her eyes were clear, nearly innocent in their assessment of him. “Forgive my interruption. I’ve been wishing to officially introduce myself to you for a while, now.” A long, gloved hand, his for the taking. “You may know me as Ursula.” 

#fangsjustice #fangsjustice: lloyd #getting over #[ HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOO ] #( v. black fang. ) ursula. #( the rising of. ) ursula. #( the light of. ) ursula.

[skymade]

@fangsjustice​ ( Linus ) sent, ❝ Danger approaches. It brings cake. "Time for a birthday bash!" Linus shouts, making sure Willow sees the cake just long enough to know what it is before he smashes the the whole thing into her face. Gently. As gently as someone can smash a cake into someone else's face. ❞ ↳ accepting! 

   Danger is always allowed. Always, but especially if it brings cake. She sees it just in time to stop it -- she should be Blinking out, and, to her credit, she does -- she just takes him and his cake with her. Nice, Will. She Blinks back in, beaming, licking the dripping cake off of her, and she’s like... quiet. 

   Willow being quiet? Never a good sign. 

   It’s only a second, or two, of standing there before she launches into action -- digs her fingers into the cake and flings it straight at him!

#fangsjustice #fangsjustice: linus #( beep beep! ) #( birthday. ) #( all line. ) linus. #[ FUCK ]

[pellucii]

👫 but do it for subaki & your girl!!!

(( AAAAAAAAA WAIT REALLY???? ))

Sakura did introduce them to each other, but their first proper interaction after that was born from Corrin being rather reckless and getting tossed from Subaki’s pegasus after trying to ride her. Mr. Perfect had expectedly perfect timing and managed to catch her.

Subaki tried to propose to her during a small dance Corrin organized to raise the army’s spirits and it was a fairly mixed bag of success! Pros: got to dance with Corrin, Corrin did say yes with much enthusiasm. Cons: stepped on Corrin’s foot and wished deeply for the sweet embrace of death, Corrin’s enthusiastic yes was after initially being confused about Subaki taking her somewhere more private away from the dancing to do the actual proposal and overthought the gesture from “GASP is he gonna ask The Question :D” to “oh my god he’s going to try and gently tell me he’s not interested D:” and started bawling about said overthinking before he even said a word. Joke’s on you Corrin that just made him dig in more because you. you get it.

Their wedding night was spent initially with Corrin making some very awkward assumptions about what came next, but ultimately ended with the two of them cuddling while he read her a story until they both fell asleep.

They have two weddings purely because Subaki is not satisfied with their small ceremony during the war, even if he managed to organize a pretty spiffy one given what was going on. He just wants his wife to have a perfect wedding she’s always wanted.Corrin finds it highly amusing and kinda unecessary, but she’s definitely not stopping him.

#~Discoveries of the world #~Memories in the waves #((HURK............... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA)) #((someone: tell me about Them)) #((me: I OWE YOU MY L I F E)) #fangsjustice

[of-invisible-ties]

"Oi! Who the fuck said you could have that axe? Hand it over, punk!" Linus barked, getting up in Raven's space and going for intimidation right off the bat. [linus will never not be triggered by raven using basilikos in feh]

Raven glares back, entirely unimpressed by the man's display. If there was one thing he hated, it was others trying to tear him down. Instead of doing the rational thing and walking away, his hand darts to the hilt of Basilikos's sheath.

"No. I won this axe fair and square. If you want it, it'll be over my dead body!"

"I WON'T back down!!"

Lucius was certainly going to give him a lecture later. Likely two. The tiniest sliver of his remaining rationality reminded him that getting into brawls with random Heroes was an awful idea. Raven dismisses that concern, because -- surprise, surprise -- he wanted to show that he was not easily cowed.

In continuing with his trend of terrible ideas, Raven begins lifting the axe from its sheath. Lucius be damned, he was losing his patience.

"Is your axe just for show, you numbskull? Come on! I'm ready for you!"

#fangsjustice #muse: raven #[ lucius and lloyd where u at ] #[ please stop these two ... ]

[siriseen]

@fangsjustice​ sent, ❝ linus, in medbay again for the 1000000000000th time: ❝ I am made of danger. ❞ [or whatever strikes your fancy ofc uwu] ❞ ↳ accepting! 

   “No,” she signs, instead, very decidedly. “You are made of blood. Which is all over my medbay for the sixth time this week.” And it was only Wednesday. Her eyes narrow, conspiratorial and mischievous -- bright. “Are you taking advantage of me?” 

#fangsjustice #fangsjustice: linus #v: ad augusta per angusta #[ I'M FDJLAFJKLA ] #i'm an animal you're an animal #( queue me later. )