Whumptober Day 12: Red
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- Warriors & Legend
- Summary: Warriors suffers a nightmare
CW for blood and injury, imagined character deaths (nobody really dies), and a vivid nightmare
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He’s seeing red again.
It spreads like a carpet, devouring everything in reach, turning the world the color of a battlefield on fire.
Warriors clenches his hand into a fist. His fingers curl around soft linen sheets. Beside him, Legend shifts with a small sigh, rearranging into a more comfortable position. He fights to hold onto those sounds and sensations, desperately hoping they will drag him out of the dreamworld. But his grip slips. He plummets back into the horrors of his own mind.
It’s not real it’s not real it’s not real
His hands are wet with the gory liquid now and his scarf drenched in it. When he checks for wounds, however, he has none. This blood is not his own.
Of course, it’s not. It never is.
Forms begin to rise from amongst the sea of crimson. Their pupil-less eyes bore into him, seeing all and yet nothing.
“You did this,” they moan, “you sealed our fates.”
They advance, dragging limbs strung on by muscle and sinew alone. Arrows and swords protrude from their decaying bodies, evidence of a battle lost.
Warriors scrambles to his feet, backing up as they grow closer.
“Why did you fight, hero? Why not just give yourself up?”
“It was you she wanted. Not us.”
He can’t breathe. His hands are trembling, scattering droplets of blood with every jerky movement.
“I…I didn’t…I never meant…”
He swallows past the lump in his throat. He wants to say something, needs to, but what can he? What can he do, what can he say to make this better?
“You never meant what?” A familiar voice queries and he looks up to see Mask glaring at him. He stands at the front of the crowd, small body dwarfed by the monsters surrounding him. Blood runs down his face – from his eyes that skewer Warriors’ with an all-too-familiar sharpness, from his mouth, from the wounds that carve themselves into his ashen skin. The Master Sword protrudes sickeningly from his abdomen and he grips the hilt in a white-knuckled fist.
“Sprite?” He chokes out the word.
“Answer me, captain,” Mask says, tone commanding. And suddenly, Warriors is gazing up at Time instead. “What did you not mean to do? To fail? To begin a war and lead countless innocent people to the slaughter?”
He steps forward. The light falls upon his face in just the right way to illuminate the left side. There is no skin there any more. Only bright, white bone.
Warriors backs up, hand pressed to his mouth.
A stalfos? How can that be?
He is certain he is going to be sick.
“No,” he gasps through a throat that is too tight. “No, this…this isn’t real.”
“It’s not? Sure seems real to me. And I would know.”
Warriors turns and there is Legend, standing beside Time, a grim smirk on his lips. There is an arrow embedded in his chest. Dark crimson spreads from the spot.
No!
“Guess you’re gonna have to tell Ilia the news after all,” Twilight says. Gashes criss-cross his body in groups of five. They ooze black blood. “It’s a shame though. I still had so much to do…”
Warriors gasps, breathless and dizzy.
It’snotrealit’snotrealit’snotreal
The faceless have faces now. There is Wind with a sword in his chest, here is Four a spear in his eye. Hyrule is there too and Wild and Sky. All pale-faced, all bloody.
All dead.
“You did this,” they cry, in one-hundred different words, one-hundred different ways. “You could’ve stopped this. You could’ve saved us. Why didn’t you?”
“I’m sorry.” Warriors slides to the ground, heedless of the liquid still swirling at his feet. It soaks into his trousers, drenches his scarf. He doesn’t care. “I’m so sorry.”
Fingers lift his chin. He hadn’t even realized he had allowed his head to droop.
“Link,” Artemis murmurs. “Look at me.”
He doesn’t want to. He’s terrified to even dare hope he will find salvation in those deep blue orbs. Still, slowly, reluctantly, he does. And chokes on a gasp.
His princess stands before him, looking much the same as when he last saw her. Her eyes are afire with a light that is only her own, her stance tall and strong. But, like the others, she is bloodied. Like the others she is mortally wounded.
This time, however, it is his own sword that pierces her chest.
Tears well in his eyes and begin to stream down his cheeks. “Arty?”
No. No, not her too. Please, not her too.
She gazes down at him, expression stern. “Look, Link. Look upon the destruction you have wrought.”
They are all around him now – his brothers – those he swore to himself he would never allow to fall. They close in, gazes accusatory. He has no choice but to stare into those eyes that speak of his guilt, that tell the tale of all he has done and failed to do.
“I’m sorry.” It is all he can say.
“An apology remedies nothing,” Time growls and raises the Biggoron sword. Warriors has mere seconds to realize what is about to happen. His eyes widen, mouth falling open to say something, anything that can make this all stop; hands raising in an unconscious effort to shield himself from the blow.
There is a swoosh of rushing wind, a flash of gleaming metal. The sword comes down.
“Captain… Wars! Wake up!”
Warriors shoots upward with strangled gasp. The endless crimson falls away and the inn room slides into focus. He looks wildly around, taking in the plain, cream-colored walls, the small nightstand, the window through which a crescent moon can be seen.
It wasn’t real.
He buries his head in his hands, dragging in air through too-tight a throat, trembling violently. Bile bites at his tongue and he swallows it back.
“Warriors.”
He drags in a shuddering breath and forces himself to look up. Legend is there, sitting inches from him, an arm outstretched to grasp his shoulder. Concern shines bright in his eyes.
“Ledge,” Warriors rasps. He searches his form in the darkness, looking for some sign of blood and gaping wounds. But there are none. “What…”
“You were dreaming,” Legend says, quietly. His tone is uncharacteristically caring, soft. “It must’ve been pretty bad by the sound of it. Nearly gave me a heart attack.”
Warriors swallows. His throat is terribly hoarse and his mouth dry. His hands lie shaking before him but he dares not look down at them.
“Sorry.”
“An apology remedies nothing.”
He fights against the urge to close his eyes once more and block out the world. Usually, he is alone for these things, to cry and shiver in the aftermath. And he can deal with it. Shove the nightmare from his mind and continue on as he was. But now, with Legend looking at him with something horribly, understandingly sad, he wants nothing more than to simply disappear.
Get a hold of yourself, captain. It was only a dream.
Legend squeezes his shoulder a bit, bringing him back to the present. “Do you uh…you wanna talk about it?”
A harsh spark of laughter escaped from between clenched teeth.
“What is there to talk about?”
The veteran lowers his gaze for a split second, just fast enough that Warriors can’t catch the emotion that flashes across his eyes. He shrugs and the movement is jerky, awkward.
“Suit yourself. But take it from me. It’s easier to face it all when it's out in the open.” He stifles a yawn with the back of his hand. “You don’t have to, though. I’m not gonna force you or anything.”
Warriors blinks, long and hard. Tears prick at the edges of his eyes.
“Yeah…thanks,” he manages. “Sorry to have woken you up. You can go back to sleep now. Wouldn’t want you to miss out on your beauty rest.”
Legend huffs a short chuckle. “We all know it’s you who needs your beauty rest, pretty boy, not me. Hylia help us if you’ve got eye bags in the morning.”
Warriors tries to laugh too, but it comes out sounding more like a sob. He curls in on himself slightly.
“I guess I should try and go back to sleep, then.”
His gaze drifts to where his pillow rests. Right now, lying down upon it and burying himself in the soft sheets feels like nothing less than a death sentence.
…then again so does sitting here, falling apart before his brother’s eyes.
(When he looks at him he can see blood streaming down his face, the arrow piercing his heart. And he’s back there once more, hearing his brothers proclaiming his many sins.)
Legend is still gazing at him, gnawing his lip a little. Warriors dredges up a smile.
“I’ll be okay, vet. Truly. Go back to sleep.”
The hero’s hand slips away and Warriors finds himself almost missing its warmth. He ducks his head, trying to shove away the shame clawing at him, the images still dancing before his sand-paper eyes.
“Alright, you idiot. You’re gonna make me do it, aren’t you?”
Warriors looks up, a frown creasing his forehead. “What…”
In the next moment, Legend wraps his arms around him. His mind stutters to a halt. The veteran isn’t a touchy person, especially not when it comes to emotional situations. He has never even seen him attempt to embrace someone, nor return one when it is given.
“Vet…what are you…”
Legend sighs, testily. “Shut up. You look like you need a hug and no one else is here to do it.”
Warriors stares down at the head of fluffy pink hair that rests on his chest. A smile tugs at his lips. Slowly, he wraps his arms around the small hero, focusing on the warmth of his body, the healthy beat of his heart.
He is alive. His brothers are alive.
A tear slips down his cheek.
“Thanks Legend.”
“Don’t mention it. I would never have been able to get to sleep with you flopping around like a dying fish. So, this isn’t all for your benefit.”
Warriors’ grin grows a little larger. This time it’s genuine. Shaky, but unmistakably real.
“Of course not.”
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so for the past few years, i have made a list of 'things i really liked this year' in december, and it's never gone beyond ramblings in my notes app, but this year, finally, it is going on tumblr! mainly bc i enjoy talking about things and i can guarantee i will have forgotten about some of these things in a year and i like records.
so, here we go—a fairly chaotic list of media i enjoyed in 2023 (with links where possible!)
words (prose, poetry, etc):
the word for world is forest by Ursula K. Le Guin [prose]: i have been intending to read this for years, and i finally picked it up at the start of 2023, and it is incredible. it's fairly brutal, but it was... idk, i have not read anything else that captures the violence inherent in colonisation and the effects of the decolonial project this well. what a book
your emergency contact has experienced an emergency by Chen Chen [poetry collection]: this poetry collection was very good and pretty fucking heavy (cw for homophobia throughout) and extremely emotional and made me feel many, many seventeen-year-old-me feelings. honourable mentions to higher education (excerpt here) and doctor's note.
a master of djinn by P. Djèlí Clark [prose]: i did not read as much sff as i wanted to this year, but i did read this one, and it's great. i adore fatma. i want all her outfits. the alternate cairo is super cool. the angels. it's a really good read. there's a pretty good tor dot com review of it here, if you're interested.
darius the great is not okay and darius the great deserves better by Adib Khorram [prose]: i read a truly ridiculous amount of YA this spring/summer. some of it was incredible, some of it was less-so, but i thought at least one YA book should be on here. this was one of my favourites. both books are lovely, a really-well written look at both living with depression and the challenges and joys of being a mixed-race kid. also, Sohrab is a sweetie.
audio & music (yes music-y videos are in here don't question my organisation):
now and for always from the Watermill theatre's revival of the lord of the rings musical [music + video]: i have loved the soundtrack of this musical for years, and then the Watermill ran it over the summer and i had the incredible luck to go watch it, and it was phenomenal. this song makes me cry literally always, Nuwan Hugh Perera as Sam is amazing, and the whole musical but particularly this song with actor-musicians worked so well.
solidarity forever with Billy Bragg at the elmwood starbucks strike [music + video]: i started off this year on strike, and as such was both picking picket music and listening to a lot of Billy Bragg just for. general motivation yknow. anyway this video is posted by Aisling Ayers, who got up to sing with Billy Bragg, and it's really good. it makes me emotional every time.
artist: known from WBUR's Endless Thread [podcast]: this episode was how i got into Endless Thread, which is great fun on my commute, and – as a wrinkle in time fan – the history behind the artist of the cover was fascinating. it's a really interesting episode, and it made me emotional about old sff art.
you're gonna go far by Noah Kahan, from stick season (we'll all be here forever) [music]: this album is actually one of the very few new pieces of english language music i listened to all year (ok this and the new Hozier album) and honestly it's such a good album, incredible song after incredible song. this one is my favourite though. i have been writing more this year, and this one has been on repeat while i've been writing for the last few months.
video:
disney channel's theme: a history mystery by Defunctland [video essay]: look 1 i know we've all watched it by now and 2 yes it was posted in late 2022 but i didn't watch it till 2023 but this may be... my favourite video essay ever? it has everything. the anxiety of wondering if the mystery will be solved. the twist. the impeccable fucking editing. the emotions. the little aside about being a documetarian. it's so good.
the largest telescope that will ever be built* by Tom Scott [video]: we have one (1) more of Tom Scott's regular monday videos before he goes on leave/sabbatical/etc, and he has given us so many gems over the last several years, it's hard to even pick a favourite from this year. but this one is really fucking good. i'm biased though, there's telescopes in this one.
rehearsing a string quartet while speaking different languages by TwoSetViolin [video]: ("salmon, why is this not in the music section?" because there are no rules. this is my list). i fell down a TwoSetViolin rabbit hole at the start of the year, and you must understand i know nothing about music. can't play a single instrument. can't read sheet music. absolutely fuck all. but i am obsessed with this video. i can't recommend it enough. it's hilarious, it's an incredible show of skill, my multilingual heart enjoyed it immensely, and they clearly had a lot of fun with the subtitles and notes.
escape the greenroom - Gamechanger season 5 episode 9 [video, dropout exclusive]: if you are not watching Gamechanger yet i cannot emphasise how much you should because it is honestly fucking incredible, and every season has done more and more weird and fun things with the format, but season 5 really blew the previous ones outta the water. this episode was incredible. i won't spoil it, but here's the opening on YouTube shorts. if you have watched it, it's 100% worth a rewatch btw
plagiarism and you(tube) by hbomberguy [video essay]: you knew it was coming. it's the video of the year. this is the logical conclusion of roblox oof + who wrote caramelldansen + the author of homestuck contacted me just going to a like. whole other level. what a video. more twists than you could ever predict. iconic work. well worth the several hours.
to hurt is to heal - critical role campaign 3 episode 79 [actual play]: i've been so good. i have not put any cr on here so far. everything else on here you do not need to watch several hundred hours of media to understand. there had to be at least one though, because of who i am as a person. anyway this may be my... favourite cr episode ever? at least in my top 3. (no spoilers, promise.) it's got fey bullshit. it's got a fun twist thing i didn't see coming. it's got... asmr? it's got reveals stacked on reveals in a precarious jenga tower. great episode.
ok. there are several more things that could've ended up on this list (including more books and a lot of not-English music), but i will stop here. 2023 has been a wild, wild year with a lot of really incredible happenings and some fairly Intense Times, but hey, let's see what 2024 brings—probably more video essays and more podcasts and more critical role compilations, and (maybe?? if we're lucky???) alecto the ninth. happy new year, folks!
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