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andi, 21, she/her sideblog to contain my inability to be normal about the warriors album

[all-our-turf]

about me + links to my writing!!!

andi, 21, she/her

fluent in english and spanish (talk to me in whatever you're most comfortable with!!!)

you can find my main blog @unhingedandi

all my text posts yapping about warriors are tagged under #andi speaks

all my writing is tagged under #andi writes

always open to DMs / asks / prompts !!!

(links to my works under the cut)

somewhere between the sea and the shore

one part, 3.4k words, silly warriors beach fic set post canon with swercy fluff and background remjax

scared to live (scared to die)

swan & ajax post canon, one part, 5.2k words, remjax and background swercy, hurt/comfort

honey, you're familiar (like my mirror years ago)

swan & fox early in fox's time with the warriors, one part, 2k words, hurt/comfort

moments that the words don't reach

swan & cleon immediately post canon, one part, 3k words, grief and hurt/comfort

everything sweet comes with a warning

5 conversations mercy has with each of the warriors about her developing relationship with swan, one part, 3.7k words, post canon

oh, but you're good to me

swan and mercy talk about sully, hurt/comfort, one part, 2.4k words, post canon

[thoughtcascades]

every time i get close to someone i feel like a stray dog trying to live in a house. like i don’t know where to put my body or how loud i’m allowed to be.

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Prompt #1252

"I didn't know where else to go… so I came here."

[all-our-turf]

happy spotify wrapped day

[warmfigure]

i am massively overdue for a very very good week where not a single bad thing happens and everything is easy

[unlettered-heathen]

reblog to give prev a very good week where not a single bad thing happens and everything is easy

[fourraccoonsinacoat]

Not just characters who are dog-coded, but characters who are a specific type of dog-coded. Join me for a moment:

Working Dog-Coded: Give me a job and a purpose, then reward me with affection and I will follow you to the end of time, space and beyond.

Guardian Breed-Coded: I'm not a big fan of people and don't need many friends. I just need one person, or a small tight-knit group, to protect and that will fulfill me until the end of my days.

Terrier-Coded: I get us into a lot of problematic situations, talk a bunch of shit and often take on people who are a lot bigger than me. But, that's okay because I know you've always got my back.

Mutt-Coded: I'm not really sure who I am and don't have the greatest sense of self, but if you give me support and space to figure it out, I'll be loyal to you until my last breath.

Shelter-Dog Coded: This isn't where I thought I'd end up. I've been through it. My past might be complicated, but I'm trying, and you're giving me the chance I so desperately need to go at life one more time.

These are just the first ones that came to mind, and characteristics overlap here and there. Feel free to add your own!

[mumblesplash]

[staggering to my feet and wiping a single perfect drip of blood from my mouth] i have to get back on my bullshit. no matter the cost

[flowersandskeletons526]

"Waiting For The Axe To Fall" - Warriors concept album fanfic (part 6/?)

It's almost 2 am where I am so if there's any spelling or grammar mistakes, no there's not. Enjoy!

Previous chapter

(Also go listen to "Rose Colored Eyes" by Emyrson Flora because that song is starting to influence this fic in a few ways)

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Ajax laid facedown on the couch. She tilted her head just enough to breathe, staring into empty space, her vision shifting in and out of focus and blurred by tears that wouldn’t stop. A familiar warm buzz settled in her mind, softening the blow of the shitshow she created for herself. It did nothing to help the crushing weight in her chest, or the blooming migraine, or the twisting sickness in her gut as she replayed the fight in her mind.

The hurt and betrayal painted across Rembrandt’s face. Rembrandt telling her she didn’t want to lose her, they could still work this out, she still wanted her even after everything and Ajax… didn’t believe her. Not trusting her or the truth of her words. Telling her to just leave-

Ajax’s breath hitched. She screwed her eyes shut and waited for the pang in her heart to pass before opening them again. Letting her arm fall over the edge of the couch, she wrapped her fingers around the neck of an already half-empty green glass bottle.

She thought of Fox, of sharp reprimands and warnings and private pleas to stop, all of it falling on deaf ears. She wasn’t here to give Ajax shit for it now. She was gone and she wasn’t coming back all because of a fight she never should have been in, a fight Ajax should have been there to handle. Instead, she was in the back of a police cruiser at the time headed for months and months of hell.

None of this would have happened if she just stayed. If she let it go like they all told her, like Rembrandt told her, maybe Fox would still be alive. Maybe Ajax would have been there to save her, save all of them, like she was supposed to. It’s all she was ever good for and she failed.

It should have been Ajax on those train tracks instead. 

The front door swung open. Ajax struggled to sit upright, her head swimming and body uncooperative. 

She came back. She came back. She-

Mercy stalked into the apartment with murder in her eyes. Swan followed close behind looking for all the world like she’d rather be in literally any other situation. 

“How the fuck did you get in here?” Ajax slurred.

“We still have a key from when you were in prison,” said Mercy. She crossed her arms and scowled at Ajax. “What the actual fuck did you do?”

“None of your business.”

“It is when Rembrandt’s having a breakdown at Cleon’s because of something you said to her.”

“Are you that jealous of Sly that you would start a war with the Tombstones just to show her up?” Swan demanded. “And break up with Rembrandt on top of it?”

“We - I mean, I - We didn’t-” Ajax shook her pounding head and forced a snarl. “Sly was talking shit.”

“Bull.”

“Don’t act like you know anything about what’s happening with me and Rembrandt right now!”

“Then go ahead and explain.” 

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s not your fucking business!”

“But this is.” Mercy swooped in and snatched the bottle of gin. She backed out of Ajax’s reach as the enforcer staggered to her feet. “Are you serious? You can barely stand! What, did you go buy this right after she left?”

“Shut up,” Ajax snapped weakly, unable to muster any real edge. She stuck her hand out. “Give it back.”

“Uh-uh. Hell no.”

Swan got between them. “Ajax, sit down.” 

“Fuck you! Mercy, give me my shit back. You’re not my mother, you don’t get to tell me what to do or decide what’s best for me. You don’t fucking know me!” 

Mercy locked eyes with her, her expression cold as stone as she tipped the bottle out into the sink. “I know enough.” 

Ajax roared in frustration and lunged at her. Swan had her on her ass on the couch in the blink of an eye. She jumped up, slow and uncoordinated, the alcohol hitting harder than it ever had after months of not touching it. Every attempt at a punch was calmly blocked or deflected, Swan never breaking a sweat as Ajax tried to regain a fraction of the strength she once had. She and Swan used to be evenly matched. Now, Swan barely had to look at her to kick her ass. 

She threw an ill-placed body blow. Swan caught her arm and wrenched it behind her back, pinning it there and kicking her knee out to wrestle her to the floor. She pressed Ajax’s chest into the rough wooden boards, not quite in a full submission hold but close, while she thrashed and screamed curses like a rabid animal. The whole time, Swan whispered in her ear, “Ajax, Ajax, stop. You’re okay, alright? Just stop.” 

It didn’t take long for the fight to leave her. She rested her forehead against the cool floor, panting, occasionally trying to shake Swan off but with no success. Her throat ached from holding back tears.

“She’s got that stupid fucking pretty boy now,” Ajax choked out before she thought about what she was saying.

“Pretty boy?” Swan repeated.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Ajax, you thought I was being serious with that?” Mercy scoffed. 

“You called Sly a pretty boy?”

“I was making fun of her, idiot! How did you of all people not realize I was being sarcastic? No one has ever called someone a pretty boy and meant it as a compliment!” 

Ajax shook her head violently, smacking it off the floor in the process and prompting Swan to grab her by the back of the neck to make her stop. “I’m not good enough for her. Sly can make her happier than I ever could. Rembrandt doesn’t need me anymore.”

“Who cares?” Swan said insistently. “Rembrandt wants you. That’s what matters. Whether she needs you to protect her or not, she wants you standing next to her and that’s never going to change.” 

Ajax chuckled humorlessly, the sound strangled and empty. “Nah. Not anymore.” Her voice cracked, a quiet sob slipping through her gritted teeth. “I fucked up too bad this time.” 

Neither of them had an argument for her. Still pinning her arms, Swan pulled Ajax up into a sitting position with her back against Swan’s front, barring an arm across her shoulders in case she tried to fight them again. She didn’t. She didn’t care enough to try. There was nothing left for her to fight for. She made damn sure of that tonight. 

Mercy sat across from them. “I’m gonna give you the benefit of the doubt and ask what Sly said before you swung on her.” 

“She brought up Rembrandt. And Rem’s been hanging out with her every week and gave her our home number and we were fighting about it the night before and I lost it.” 

“You know Rembrandt’s allowed to have friends outside of the Warriors.”

“Yeah, I fuckin’ know that!” Ajax snapped, straining forward against Swan’s hold on her. “But why does it…” She let her head hang and sucked in a shuddering breath. “Why does it have to be a better version of me?” 

Swan sighed and bumped her forehead against the top of Ajax’s spine. “Sly’s not a better version of you.”

“You don’t believe that. Cleon definitely doesn’t. And I’m benched now, anyway, so what’s the point of trying to be what I was again?” 

“Who said you needed to?” Mercy pointed out. 

Ajax bit her tongue. She rolled her shoulders in a silent let go of me request that Swan granted. The war chief scooched forward so she was shoulder to shoulder with Ajax, keeping one hand on her back as she doubled over and clasped her hands behind her head, as if that would protect her from her world falling to pieces. 

Mercy’s boots squeaked on the floor as she stood. “If I catch you with alcohol again, I’m knocking you out and dragging your ass to rehab myself,” she threatened. Ajax stayed silent. “I’m going to check on Rembrandt. Swan?”

“Go ahead. I’ll stay here and watch her,” Swan replied. Ajax wanted to lash out and scream that she didn’t need to be fucking babysat, but she already felt like throwing up and didn’t want to risk that by opening her mouth. “You okay walking by yourself?”

“Yeah, I have my knife. I’ll be fine.” 

They sat together in silence for a long time after Mercy left. Swan put an arm around Ajax’s shoulders and pulled her tight against her side, and for once, Ajax didn’t insult or threaten or move to push her away. She hated it, hated wanting that comfort, hated needing it, but she leaned on Swan anyway. 

“Rembrandt loves you. She wants you with her. That’s what matters,” Swan said softly. “But she does still need you. Just not as an attack dog anymore. You’re more than that to her and it’s time you start believing it before you fuck things up beyond repair.”

Ajax snorted derisively and shook her head without looking up. “You get a girl for a few months and suddenly you’re a relationship genius?”

“No way. I’ve just known you two long enough to figure it out.” She leaned her cheek on the top of Ajax’s head. “Mercy’s right, you know, even if you don’t want to hear it. That shit was killing you.”

“It’s not Mercy’s fucking problem to deal with.”

“But it is mine.” Pushing her upright, Swan shifted to force Ajax to look her in the eye. “As much as I’m sure you still hate it, I’m your war chief, Ajax. And I am real fuckin’ worried about you. We all are. Whether we’re on business or not, it’s my job to make sure everyone on our crew is okay and that includes you.”

Ajax stared at her. Her face was set in that strong, confident expression Ajax had secretly admired for years, the face of a true leader, the one who got them home that night as best as she could and never once faltered like Ajax had. But beyond that, beyond the war chief, the Warrior, was Ajax’s friend, silently begging her to open up and talk so the necrotising wounds from that awful night could at least stop bleeding, even if they weren’t ready to heal yet. Sitting alone with her on the cold living room floor, Ajax saw the strength in Swan’s eyes and let it stand for the both of them. The last remaining shred of her resolve finally broke. 

“I’m not okay, man,” she sobbed. “I’m so far from it.” 

Swan wrapped her arms around Ajax as she fell apart. She squeezed so hard it hurt, as if her embrace was the one thing that could prevent Ajax from shattering completely, whispering in her ear, “There it is. I’ve got you, Ajax. Just let it hurt.” 

“I told her to leave,” Ajax bawled, burying her face against Swan’s chest. “I told her to go find someone better. Swan, t-the look on her face, the way she - how she looked at me, I… I-I-I hurt her so bad!” 

“You’ll be okay. You both will.”

“You don’t know that…”

“I do. Promise.” 

Swan held her for a minute, an hour, an eternity, she didn’t fucking know, all she knew was that Swan never let go even for a second. They stayed tangled together on the floor, Swan cradling Ajax’s head against her shoulder, mumbling quiet reassurances, until Ajax’s sobs subsided and only painful little hiccups remained. Her head was pounding and the edges of the world blurred and the alcohol made her skin too warm, even though it still felt like someone had replaced her blood with ice. She tried to sit up on her own but overreached and almost flopped onto her back before Swan caught her.

“Okay, yeah, you need to go to sleep,” Swan sighed. She slung Ajax’s arm over her shoulders and helped her shakily rise from the floor. “On your feet, soldier.”

Ajax shook her head and tried to push Swan away, but the liquor and exhaustion made any chance of breaking free impossible. “I can’t sleep in our bed,” she slurred. 

Not without her there.

“Good, ’cause you’re not. You’re sleeping on the couch where I can watch you in case you puke.”

“I’m not gonna puke, asshole.” 

“Better safe than sorry.”

Ajax didn’t resist further as Swan laid her on her side on the couch. Swan threw a blanket over her as she curled into herself, and she immediately pulled it up almost over her head, like hiding her face could also hide her from the disaster she caused. She didn’t even complain when Swan sat on the other end of the couch. Well, aside from trying to kick her, because she felt like a mess but not enough to resist bullying Swan at least a little, although that just ended up with her legs over Swan’s lap and Swan keeping a steady on her calf. It felt so unnervingly domestic, she thought she might puke from that instead of the alcohol. 

“Can you sleep with the TV on?” Swan asked as she grabbed the remote control. “I’ll keep the volume low.”

“Go ahead.”

Ajax closed her eyes, or more accurately, didn’t have the strength to keep them open any longer. She focused on the quiet hum of the television, the muddled voices of the characters on screen, the soft comforting swipe of Swan’s thumb near her ankle. Something had cracked open deep within her chest and all the emotion it unleashed over the course of a couple hours left her entire body in a dull, pulsing, aching pain like she’d been run over by a truck. As much as she hated it, she clung to the feeling. 

To the only thing that felt real anymore.

“Your girlfriend is a pool shark and lets you win,” she blurted out.

Swan chuckled. “Yeah, I know.” She leaned over Ajax to squeeze her hand. “Go to sleep, Ajax.” 

Ajax squeezed her hand in reply as the world finally slipped into blissful darkness.

[cxsmic30]

...yeah no

[maykitz]

[all-our-turf]

fuck it i continue putting warriors into literally everything

swercy beauty and the beast au. remjax tangled au. swercy little mermaid au. remjax spiderman au but specifically as miles and gwen.

[all-our-turf]

ok two people told me to keep talking and that's enough for me so i'm back to yap some more

tangled au remjax with ajax as flynn and rembrandt as rapunzel. i think the visual of ajax doing the smolder is deeply funny and also the art thing fits incredibly well for rembrandt. if i were to write it i think i'd potentially scrap the lost princess aspect of the story just for the sake of keeping the warriors around and having rembrandt gain them as her family in the end rather than giving her royal parents like in the movie. ajax gets sent on the job of stealing the crown, maybe the warriors are in a tough spot and in need of the money, gets caught up running from the guards, ends up at rembrandt's tower like in the movie. rembrandt strong arms her into a deal to take her out to see the lanterns, ajax reluctantly agrees, etc. ajax initially can't walk away because she wants to ensure she gets the crown for the warriors bc she can't fail a job, but eventually she finds she can't bring herself to walk away from rembrandt. she shouldn't, but she can't help but care about this little artist and the way she views the world with such endearing wide eyed wonder. this girl who hasn't been exposed to all the cruel violence of the world that ajax has seen but has somehow managed to weasel her way into ajax's heart and ajax can't help but follow her and try and protect her from everything. she can't help but wonder how long it'll take rembrandt to realize ajax herself isn't good, but in the end rembrandt refuses to walk away from her anyway, and just like at the start, ajax doesn't know how to say no to her

[dilf-din]

The most important thing you can do in this life is write hyper-specific fanfiction for you and six other people. Don’t believe anything else you read.

[gigizetz]

Warriors fanart wooo

idk if this has a fandom or not, so in case you have never heard of the musical Warriors (by Lin Manuel Miranda and Eisa Davis) give it a listen! It's totally worth it :D

[flowersandskeletons526]

I know that for the moment I have turned my fic writing to other pursuits but to my friends in the Warriors fandom, just know that when I get more content to work with you are IN FOR IT and that is a THREAT

[valtsv]

real sadists understand that you can torture The Character simply by forcing them to live with themself

[somethingdiabolical]

Can I get to know you

I don’t recommend it

[all-our-turf]

SWERCY AND REMJAX