#cracked shell

[catfindr]

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

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Have you read Cracked Shell (Naruto)?

Yes, I am/was in the fandom

Yes, but I’m not in the fandom

No, but I’m in the fandom

No, I’m not in the fandom

Voting ended onJun 26, 2025

Summary: There's that wonderful moment when subsurface cracks start to make themselves known and the alarm goes off alerting that action needs to be done. It's truly remarkable to watch as the systems designed for such an occurrence do their job so efficiently. Well what happens when the cracks have gone undetected in an underdeveloped system and it only takes a slight breeze for it all to tumble down? All hell breaks loose and the many few scramble to pick up the pieces. Guess which happened to young Kakashi.

Author: @awriterofdivinedreams

[cass-phoenix]

for the ask game, two birds on a live wire sounds interesting!

Thank you!!

Well, Two Birds on a Live Wire is another disaster twin fic!

In it, Leo and Donnie go on a mission together and end up trapped as the building falls around them. (I seem to have an obsession with cave-ins. Hmm.)

Below the cut is more details because it's a bit graphic and people may not want that angst so obviously on their dash.

Leo protects Donnie to the best of his ability, curling over his brother and trying to protect him from the falling rubble. Donnie tries to protect him right back with mystic shields, but it's not exactly...

Working out.

Rocks keep on breaking through them, or Donnie forms a shield around a rock and that shatters it immediately.

So it's really just Leo's carapace protecting them both from the onslaught.

By the time it stops, Donnie is practically pancaked into the ground, and Leo is pressed on top of him, shell cracked into a billion smitheries. The only thing keeping him conscious is pure worry that something happened to Donnie.

It's not an unfounded fear, either, since Donnie lost consciousness himself and was also battered by the rocks, though more indirectly. It was more like a growing pressure around them, more and more weight pressed into him. And losing consciousness did away with his battle shell, so it's just his softshell being ground into the concrete flooring.

Leo stays awake until Raph and Mikey arrive to dig them out, the Hidden City paramedics on their way. He tells them that Donnie's hurt, and so they devote their attention to digging Donnie out of the rubble while Leo looks on an falls unconscious.

He wakes up in the Hidden City hospital, who knows how much longer, wondering where Donnie is-- And more importantly, if Donnie made it after such a harrowing experience. Even though Leo, himself, is the more hurt one.

Despite all of that, it's mostly a recovery fic, with a LOT of emotional hurt/comfort/whump. But that's the setup! And will probably be my favourite part to write, lol.

[stanford-photography]

Egg Yolk in the Half Shell By Jeff Stanford, 2024 Buy prints at: https://jeff-stanford.pixels.com/

[thedarkdarling]

SNAIL UPDATE🐌

So, Señor S. Cargo has made it through the night!! He's already repairing his shell!!! 🐚 We still have a long way to go. And after therapy today ima go to le pet store and buy him a proper home. Complete with lose soil, huts for hiding places and a cuttle bone for lots of calcium! My poor little snail!! You've been through a lot! I'm just glad I saved you from my coworkers that wanted to throw you away when we found you in a box of kale. You're safe with me :33

[julian-marchant]

Cracked shell; a oneshot. // because he'd had enough of faking it already.

He was tired. Tired of putting on that same face day in, day out. It had only just hit home with how much work and pressure it took to hold it up, and Julian couldn't deal with it for much longer. He was so surprised that it had lasted this long. 7 years of putting on a fake persona, just to get his way. And it had finally became too much.

Julian slumped down on his bed, throwing his bag across the dorm. He put his head in his hands, and sat down, thinking about the awful things he had done. Insulting everybody, being ridiculously arrogant, hating muggles. Julian didn't want to do any of that. The amount of times where all he wanted to do was say 'I am so sorry' or 'I really didn't mean it, please forgive me' were too many to count.

As he kept thinking deeper, his mind wandered to his parents. He was and would always be the least favourite child. The horrible burning sensation he got whenever he saw them was sparked off at school, ending in harsh, abrupt comments and arrogance flying everywhere. Even at home, as far back as he could remember, Julian wore this façade as a disguise. His parents both believed that Julian was truly happy about how he he was acting, but had no clue about the hurt he felt from his actions. His siblings couldn't care less, they were as arrogant and conceited as he pretended to be, but his parents liked them all more than they did for him.

However, family wasn't the only thing Julian cared about. The reactions from the other students were also what he feared. Most students feared him, some detested him, and one or two could actually tolerate him. He worried that they'd call him a 'pussy' or 'weak', just so he could be who he wanted to be. He showed this side to Dominique. The only person in the entire school who knew the real Julian. She accepted why he acted like it, and liked the nice side of him. But he couldn't show the whole school, no way. The humiliation, the shame, the bullying that would happen would be too much to handle.

Julian laid down on his bed, drew the curtains around it and looked at the ceiling. He knew his shell was cracking, he knew it wouldn't be long now until he would have to stop with the arrogance, stop with the snobbiness and insults because he couldn't handle it anymore. His shell was cracking, and he was almost finished.