#Dan is supervising her

[roses-and-revolutions]

Tell me, Superman, what is it that makes one man a hero and the other a villain? Is it his actions, his goals, or his ambitions? Nah! It's whoever stands on the winning side of history that gets to determine that...

Let's fight Big Blue.

OR!!!!

The DC universe is Amity Park's personal rage room and Casper High's senior year is going through it.

[sqgeism]

Wanted to request maybe hsr men with a partner that's their exact opposite?

* pairing(s) : various hsr men (i actually do all of them i promise) x reader

* prompt : opposites attract, amiright?

* authors note : so you may have noticed a bit of a.. redesign.. in my layout 🙏 but hi requester!! here u gooo ♡ cleaning up my requests sweep sweep. also thank you for 200 u guys r crazy omg.

* brief warning : blade is blade, sssadism if u SQUINT RLLY HARD.

(my love for gepard rlly shows in this im sorry. HABSGJABA 😭😭!!! some r rlly long.. ooc.. or short.. sbsndhsks HANDGSHWS i love gepard IM SORRY HES PRETTY BOY)

DAN HENG appreciated his silence and alone time, you however, could not go 5 minutes without his supervision.

While he liked to plan and execute said plan perfectly, you were reckless and went into anything head-first with worrying about the possible failures later.

And because of this, Dan Heng was protective over you. He was a gentleman after all, and he would do the same for March 7th back then, so it's no surprise he'd do it for you now. Especially with your tendencies to get yourself into unnecessary fights.

It aches his heart, you know? Having to see your wounds and bruises as he patches you up. But you've made a compromise to give him the equivelant amount of kisses equal to the bandages he put all over you. (and there were A LOT)

Even if you make him worry 24/7, he'll still love you. It's not bad to have a chance of pace after all.

JING YUAN is a man with many routines, calm and collected, with many worries on his shoulder.

You were more outgoing, a trailblazer who rode the express and were the one helping people with their worries.

He was always surprised with how helpful you really were in your first meetings, not that he doubted your abilities, but didn't expect someone to be able to do his asks as well as you did.

What didn't surprise him was how he fell for you, the way your heart was always pure and gold, and you lived a life to protect and help others.. he admired you. You were his inspiration, his muse, to be a General with that kind of care for his people.

When you two decided to date, Jing Yuan had to get used to your impulsive actions. He was always used to doing the same thing everyday, but with you? He found himself doing 50 other things before the next part of his schedule.

Not that he minded, he likes the excitement, and he really really likes you.

GEPARD, the Silvermane guards leader, falling for his sisters co-performer.

He LOVED to watch you perform or practice, Serval always saw him with such a love-struck smile, head resting on his hand as he sat and watched his sisters and you practice. She'd tease him about it afterwards, calling him loverboy and such, but he never confirmed nor denied her teasing about him liking you.

Sometimes the guards would hear him humming your part of a song or the general tune of a melody you play, considering how much he watched you, it was no surprise that you were stuck in his head like a popular song.

He quite literally, loved you like a love song, because it's ALL he ever listened to. He'd be in bed, white shirts and shorts, his arm covering his eyes as he listens to the CORNIEST love song and smiles while doing so because he thinks of you.

When you two started dating, he was quick to realize your differences. He was a leader, an intimidating figure, and had goals and missions he swore on his life to constantly follow and pursue even outside of work hours.

You on the other hand, unless you're onstage, you're pretty shy. Not really standing out in a crowd when you're in your civilian clothing, and you liked it that way. Almost like you lived a different life from your almost idol-like persona.

Gepard did find it incredibly cute though, how you'd have an explosive personality infront of a crowd. But with him? You were at the mercy of his soft kisses and his chuckles as your face turns warm from fluster.

SAMPO was the COMMON ENEMY between the Overworld and Underworld.

Okay, maybe a bit of an exaggeration. But YOU?? Natasha's sweetest nurse and sibling?? with the likes of HIM??

He was a liar, seemingly the type to decieve people who put their trust in him, only to repay them randomly out of nowhere with random treasure maps or save them from tight situations. It seemed like any suspicious activity was ALWAYS tied to him.

You, on the other hand, worked with your sister in her clinic. Often times praised for your kindness and patience, how amazing you were with children and people in general. Nobody would've expected that you fell for him, hell, he didn't expect it either.

But you saw that somewhere, in that heart of his, he truly did care about his friends and loved ones. Somewhere buried in his rather annoying antics, were the intentions of someone who was just worried for the others well-being. He proved it to you when he caught you crying in a dark alley, wiping your tears as you were so tired and overworked. He listened to you for hours on end, and he got to see a side of you that you didn't show to people, and vice versa. You saw the side of him people thought they'd die to see exist.

WELT YANG was always rather serious at times, with his status and achievements, people expected it of him.

You were his closest companion, one of the few he had left from his journey, but you were also his partner. Despite being just about his age, you were so calm, so gentle. Compared to his seemingly stern nature.

You loved plants and flowers of the such, always telling Welt about the newest one you learnt from a new planet on each expedition through the galaxy. You warmed his heart with how you spoke, explaining each and every plant with such detail. He loved it whenever you spoke, 'music to his ears', he'd tell people. Anyone would be enamoured with your voice and way of speaking, he admired your intelligence, but more importantly, he admired you.

BLADE.. with Kafka's partner in crime?

Kafka can't say she's surprised, hell, she'd love you too. But the pairing was rather odd.

Blade was monotone, cold. His stare as sharp as daggers, and could care less about those he hurt.

You, on the other hand, found immense joy in hurting others. A wicked smile on your face whenever you're permitted to do so towards anyone who dare stand in their way.

Whenever you two would kiss, the difference once again shows. You're clearly enjoying it, but Blade's expression is blank. But I guess don't judge a book by its cover? As the kiss he initiated is passionate and intimate, he's enjoying it I promise, he just doesn't show it.

Either way, you're both stuck babysitting Silverwolf most of the time. Oh well, more time with him.

[jollyhaunt]

i feel like herbert is a better baker when it comes between dan and meg. he's precise with it when following instructions, but testing things out, it's a hit or miss entirely. meg and dan would cook together when possible and i feel like meg would be better (i think it was said she's a great cook in the novel too?)

however, dan is just as notorious for god awful college snacks one would conjure up during exam week with 81 hours without sleep. like god awful concoctions that taste better when you think you're smelling numbers kind of state. herbert's is just as bad but like . refined in a way. like you look at it and never would have thought of that, but you're gen curious to try but ultimately cannot stomach it

[shalomniscient]

hiii i have a request 🥹🥹 if possible, could you write a comfort fic with himeko or kafka and reader? reader who has trouble sleeping or has been exhausted from missions, going straight to himeko's room after returning to the astral express and just melting into her arms. or, reader who hasn't seen kafka in a while and just really misses her, needs her to put her mind at ease, so kafka drops by the express unexpectedly and spends the night taking care of reader. can be either sfw or nsfw, I dont mind either 🥹

omg this is so cute! i’ll do both ;)

SLEEPLESS NIGHTS || hsr x reader

cw. nudity

notes. dunno why i felt the need to mention this but this fic operates on established relationship between reader/character, just fyi :)

HIMEKO

Trailblazing was never going to be easy. You knew this, and you accepted it. To walk the path of Akivili was to lend a helping hand to whosoever needed it. And you do enjoy it—the feeling of making a change in the vast universe, shoulder to shoulder with companions that you would give your life for, and who would do the same for you. You wouldn’t give up your spot on the Astral Express for the world.

But you are only human, at the end of the day.

You’ve been taking back-to-back missions recently, and it’s slowly taking its toll on you. As a more experienced Nameless with many years under your belt, your assistance is slightly more prized over the younger crew—not to say they were incapable. Dan Heng and March alone made a terrifying duo, which was only exacerbated when Stelle joined the mix. But at the end of the day, they’re still a little green and wet behind the ears, so any of the harder jobs tend to fall to you or Welt. And with Welt supervising them on the Luofu, that just left you.

Your footsteps are heavy as you drag yourself back onto the Express. There’s a rip in your jacket from where a Mara-struck soldier tried to slash at you, and several small cuts all over your fingers from the cutting wind of the Disciples. The Luofu had commissioned your blade to quell the number of Mara-struck still roaming around, but for every six you strike down, another dozen seem to take their place.

You sigh as you flop onto one of the many couches on the Express, letting your weapon clatter onto the ground. You’re sore, tired, and aching—all you want to do now is sink into your pillows and sleep, but you have to clean up first. You shut your eyes with another weary noise, deciding to rest up a little before heading to your cabin. Or, shared cabin, rather.

A gentle tap on your shoulder stirs you from your brief rest. You crack your eyes open, and are met with a gentle, golden gaze—it’s Himeko. She’s foregone her usual attire, instead dressed in simple nightwear now, a blanket around her shoulders.

“Hey,” you rasp out. “Were you about to go to bed?”

She shakes her head, smiling softly. “No, I was waiting for you.”

“Ah. Sorry, I must’ve kept you up for a while then.”

“It’s alright,” Himeko says, picking up your weapon off the ground, and placing it inside one of the secure compartments beneath the seats. “I was working on some designs, anyway.”

Then she rises back up, and reaches out to cup your face. Her thumb brushes over your cheek, and you lean into the touch. Then she pulls away, and you nearly whine in protest, before she extends the same hand to you. “Come. Let me care of you tonight.”

You take her hand without hesitation, your fingers slotting perfectly in between hers. You let her lead you to your shared cabin, near the back of the train cart. The door slides open with a small hiss, and the scent of warm, freshly brewed coffee fills your lungs. It’s a comforting, distinctly Himeko scent that you feel some of the tension in your shoulders bleed out.

Her fingers work deftly as they undo the buttons of your clothes, and she frowns when she notices the rip in your jacket.

“I got a little sloppy,” you explain weakly, with a tired grin. Himeko rolls her eyes, but folds it neatly and sets it on the edge of the bed, no doubt to be repaired by the next day.

“As long as you’re unharmed,” she murmurs, working on your shirt now. Your hands rest on her hips as she divests you of the rest of your clothes, until you’re in nothing but your underwear. “The bath is ready. I’ll be there soon.”

You nod, and drag your exhausted limbs to the bath. You strip fully, and then sink into the warm, bubbly water, audibly groaning as the heat from the bath seeps into your aching muscles. The small cuts along your hands sting a little, but you know Himeko must’ve mixed in some antiseptic to ensure no infections take root.

Himeko walks in a little later, and takes a seat on the edge of the tub, smiling as she takes in your relaxed appearance. She brushes some hair out of your eyes, then reaches over for the shampoo and conditioner, tucked away in another small, secure compartment. The Express is littered with them, so things can be stored safely and not make a mess of the train during jumps.

You feel like dissolving when Himeko starts to wash your hair, expert fingers massaging your scalp wonderfully. Her hands--hands that fix, hands that mend--travel from the base of your neck up to the back of your skull, then along your temples, before repeating over again. It's incredible, the way she can put you back together so easily. She chuckles when she notes your reaction.

“Enjoying yourself, my dear?”

You can only manage a wordless grunt in response, feeling like you’re in an entirely different plane of existence right now. Time blurs as Himeko washes out the shampoo and works in the conditioner, before washing that out too and leaving your hair thoroughly clean and smelling like fresh roses—the same scent as hers.

You almost don’t want to leave the warmth of the tub, but Himeko coaxes you out anyway. She offers you a towel and a bathrobe, and leaves you to dry yourself off for a while. You wring out your hair, then dress yourself in a comfy pair of silk nightclothes. When you step out of the washroom, Himeko is waiting for you on the bed, her legs already tucked beneath the covers. On her lap is her laptop as she types away, no doubt finishing up on her many engineering designs.

You practically dive into bed, snuggling under the sheets and pressing close to your lover. She’s warm as always, thanks to her Pathstrider ability being of the Fire type. Himeko hums to herself, wrapping one arm around your shoulders as you bury yourself in her side, uncaring for the dampness of your hair. She reaches over to the bedside table, and with a click, switches of the main room lights, leaving only the soft glow of the lamp next to the bed.

You chance a glance up at her, even as drowsiness nips at your heels. The gentle golden glow of the lamp makes her look divine, enhanced by the fiery red of her hair. There is an affection in her eyes you know is reserved only for you as she leans down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Rest, now,” she says, her words a caress against your skin. “You deserve it, my love.”

“I love you,” you mumble, eyes slipping shut as sleep finally claims you. It’s easy to oblige the request, safe and sound in her arms like this. These moments make you wish that dawn—or the Express’s approximation of a circadian rhythm—would never come, and you could linger in the embrace of your beloved for eternity. The last thing you hear before you drift off is Himeko’s soothing voice, almost lullaby-like, and you can hear her smile.

“I love you too, dearest one.”

KAFKA

For the nth time that night, you wake up to the sight of your bedroom ceiling.

You sigh and twist in your bed, turning to check the time on the alarm clock on your bedside table. It’s 1am in the morning, and you still can’t sleep.

You don’t really know the root of your recent bouts of insomnia. Maybe it was the workload? But Himeko has given you several days off already. Maybe it was the stress of having to manage the younger Astral Express members, but Welt shoulders that burden most of the time. Could it be Pom Pom then? You shake your head at that—the conductor was usually the one stressing, not being the cause of stress.

Then maybe… maybe it’s because you miss her.

Kafka, your secret lover.

You miss the presence of her next to you in your bed, and the steady, powerful beat of her heart under your ear as you rest your head on her chest. Miss the elegant cadence of her breathing and the feel of her hand in yours.

You sigh again. You know she’d laugh if she ever knew about your silly longing. I mean, you volunteered for this infiltration mission; you knew what you were signing up for. But still, it’s funny—you miss that about her too. Her laugh.

You reach for your phone, resting on the bed. During your last… rendezvous with Kafka she had the foresight—or maybe Elio did, who knows—to give you an encrypted number to contact her with.

Only in case of emergencies, doll, she had crooned, as she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Use it wisely.

Your finger hovers over the number. Does this even qualify as an emergency? It’s just a few sleepless nights. Kafka probably has more important things to do, executing Elio’s endless number of scripts and whatnot. In the end, you shut off your phone and throw your head back on the pillows, ready to resign yourself to another long night—

—when your phone suddenly buzzes with urgency.

You jerk in surprise, brows furrowing as you pick it back up. Who could be calling at this hour? You squint in the darkness as you read the caller ID, and your heart leaps into your throat.

It’s the emergency number.

You fumble to answer, quickly sitting up and pressing the phone to your ear, making sure to cover your mouth and the reciever. The rest of the Express definitely wouldn’t be able to hear you, but you always feel some sort of lingering paranoia, sneaking around like this with Kafka.

“Hello?”

“Hey, doll,” a familiar, smooth voice says, and your heart flutters. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“Kafka,” you breathe out, not bothering to hide the relief in your tone. Kafka chuckles on the other end.

“That’s me,” she hums. “You answered pretty quickly. Were you not sleeping?”

You hesitate for a moment, but decide to come clean. “No. I… haven’t been sleeping well, recently.”

Kafka is silent for a few seconds. “I see,” she says, and something in her voice shifts, imperceptible to the average person. But you aren’t an average person, not to Kafka. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” you reassure her. “Just a little insomnia. Nothing to worry about." The other end goes quiet, so you decide to change the topic. "Why'd you call? Isn't this for emergencies only? Are you in trouble?"

"You worried?" she chuckles, and you can see her smirk in your mind's eye. "I'm alright, doll. And as for emergencies... well, I missed you. Isn't that an emergency?"

It's such a Kafka-esque answer, but it pulls a breathless little laugh from you all the same. "Ugh, you..."

"Me," she affirms on the other end with a snicker. There is small, comfortable silence between you, before she speaks again. "Listen, doll, I've gotta go. But don't worry your pretty little head--you'll sleep perfectly well tonight. I'll make sure of it."

You blink, confused at her words. But before you can question it, Kafka hangs up the call, leaving you both confused and a little disappointed. Usually she'd say goodbye and throw in those three special words, though not this time, apparently. You wonder what she means as you shut your phone off again, and lie back onto your pillows. You close your eyes, and try to do as she says.

You're not sure how much time passes, but it doesn't work, predictably. You groan in frustration, just about ready to get up when a lithe hand slips over your mouth.

You jerk in surprise, one hand flying reflexively to the knife you keep beneath your pillow, the other gripping your assailant's wrist. You swing the knife in an arc, only for it to be caught and restrained by thin, pink, familiar ropes. They glow ever so slightly, illuminating a familiar face, that has your mouth falling open under the hand.

"Good to see your reflexes haven't dulled," Kafka teases, nimbly prying the knife out of your hands and letting it clatter onto the floor. She then removes the hand over your mouth, and releases your wrist from the strings.

"Kafka," you whisper, your hand moving to cup her cheek, your thumb tracing the ridges of her face, "are you real?"

She leans into your touch, that signature smirk tugging on her painted lips. She's really here, solid and tangible beneath your fingers. "You could consider me a dream, if you'd like."

"How did you even get in here?" you ask, not taking your eyes off her for a moment as she shrugs off her coat and begins undoing the buttons of her shirt. Kafka offers you a smug grin at that, pulling a little device from her pocket.

"Custom-made IPC teleportation beacon," she answers with a wink. "Jailbroken courtesy of Silver Wolf, of course."

You make a mental note to buy Silver Wolf the next battlepass in that game of hers. Kafka sets the device on the bedside table, now dressed in only her undergarments. You swallow as you take in the expanse of her milky skin, firm abdomen and muscled thighs, all while Kafka raids the clothing storage beneath your bed for something to sleep in like she's been on the Express this whole while. She eventually settles for one of your old t-shirts, which drapes over her frame in such a sinfully delectable way that you'd pounce on her if you weren't so damn tired.

"Move over," she orders, pulling her hair out of its usual ponytail, and letting it cascade down her shoulders and back. Kafka has always been beautiful--but like this... you would not have been able to distinguish her from Idrila the Beauty themself. You wonder if that makes you her knight. You shuffle to the side of the bed, and Kafka slips under the sheets next to you. Strong arms wrap around you and hold you close, close enough that you can rest your ear against her chest, and hear the soothing lullaby of her heartbeat. Immediately you start to feel drowsy, and Kafka chuckles.

"You really missed me, didn't you, doll?" she muses, carding her fingers through your hair gently. "I'm here now, my dear. Sleep, alright?"

Your eyes flutter shut almost instantly. It's funny, how she doesn't even have to use her Spirit Whisper on you to get you to obey. Maybe love itself is enough of a whisper to your soul, or maybe you've always been weak for her. But oddly enough, you don't find yourself minding all that much if that's the case. You don't mind much of anything when it comes to her. Though you don't ponder for very long as you snuggle closer against her warmth, your arms winding tight around her waist. She'll be gone by morning, you know that. She has to. But for now, this is enough, secure in this haven that is her embrace, and you let yourself drift off into slumber.

(The next morning, nothing remains of her--you may have truly considered her a dream, were it not for the imprint of her form on your bed, and a tiny note on your bedside table, undoubtedly written in her hand.

All it says is i love you.

And for the both of you, that's all it needs to say.)

[callmecrazy4u2]

HSR Version: Your Yandere Likes you in his colors..Aventurine, Ratio, More to come

Anonymous gifts at your door pile up. Who do you choose?

"Don't protest dear these clothes look wonderful on you darling"

A Cheshire cat he smiles satisfied he had dressed you in his colors to claim you.

Aventurine- green gold teal- Possessive! Peacock!Yandere

Aventurine is sure to shower his love with clothes in a Jewelike tone that matches his eyes and his own flamboyant attire. The first his gloves he slips off or perhaps his coat seeing you pathetic thing shaking in the cold.

Aventurine laughs off any protests "You look cold my dear and you pull off those colors quite well"

Pehrs he'll take it further and wrap you in his coat only to give you one like his own later as he enjoyed seeing you in his quite a lot. His mind drifts to other scenarios you might be in his clothes for....

A signature feather caught up in a headband. For a party a speakeasy-style "Sweetie just loosen up lets enjoy the parties in penaconys" as with wink escort to 90s bar in Penacony for some swing dancing.

Lastly, the Gift that binds you as his: A large jeweled necklace a mimicry of his own Aventurine stonearound your neck. The right noose for the stone of trickery to hang on your pretty neck to stake his claim.

owl mask pin - Dr. Ratio - blue gold - Always right taskmaster teacher

For better or worse you managed to reach the standard of the intellgentisua guild and your proctor why Dr. Ratio whos sharp eye always seemed to watch you in class analyzing your every move.

Dr.Ratio would start out simple maybe a owl bookmark to "keep you reading to avoid falling into ignorance and idiocy" his eyes on you as a new member of the intelligencia guild tasked to mentor you.

To supervise your effort though with your clumsiness he wonders how you had tripped into the elite group. Eventually, upon watching you he believes your hard work can make up for any lack of talent.

Dr. Ratio just wanted to teach you to do it right and "You need the right materials to succeed" Dr. Ratio says as you press upon you another a expensive gift a ink well owl feather pen. Though unaware of the value if you break it he can find some way for you to make it up to him.....

"Congratulations somehow you passed the intellgenstia's passed rigous exam" Dr. Ratio drawls earning your a rare smile from him

Dr.Ratio pins the ceremonial owl pin on your robe similar to his "As every graduate has" he calmly tells you.

secretly Yandere!Dr Ratio just wanted you to match clothing

Dr. Ratio leans in to pin the medal he instructs you to see him later for extra lessons....

More concepts to come

Gift - HSR guy- color theme- type of yandere

lion choker -Jing Yuan - smothering delusional yandere

sword hairpin- blade- dangerous yandere

dragon bracelet -dan heng/danfeng- protective yandere

dove ring- Sunday- controlling yandere

-singer at a show on stage fall for robin rival while staking her out and capture her in work contract to sing only for him

[jymwahuwu]

ramblings navigation (xianzhou)

These are a collection of my replies, ramblings, and thirsts content. Some were not individually warned because were just shared within the blog at the time. Here's a lot of DARK CONTENT, including but not limited to:

yandere, non-con/dub-con, harassment, breaking into reader's home, coercion, abuse of power, forced pregnancy, etc.

Please note that these may be very short / sweet / too dark. Be careful not to get triggered.

Jing Yuan:

yan!jing yuan who takes… provocative pictures of himself to send to reader, but the caption is just so wholesome

what if we exit Xianzhou luofu to lets say another Xianzhou ship

yandere! jing yuan is actually tolerant

What if darling was a hybrid or something (Lion,leopard, something related to his pet)

Jing Yuan is definitely lucid as a yandere but acts like he isn't

Jing Yuan’s requirements for a good wife

Taking a nap with Jing Yuan

Jing Yuan appreciates your obedience

what would happen if Jing Yuan's hologram and your hologram fuck?

jing yuan celebrates your birthday

jing yuan keeps harassing you even if you change your phone number

praise him for being handsome and beautiful

will jing yuan allow you to visit your relatives?

what if darling was a hybrid or something (Lion,leopard, something related to his pet)

need Jing Yuan to sit down and tell me what he expects from me

Why does Jing Yuan want darling who likes to do housework, when there are servants in the general's mansion?

you need jing yuan to be your "fake boyfriend" to avoid the harasser

big data partner matching service

Jing Yuan with a darling who’s in charge of a civilization

what if Jing Yuan wronged darling in the past

If we are stubborn and talk back often, Jing Yuan has a "special response"

jing yuan and darling who don’t care if he is yandere

obsessed jing yuan x idol reader + additional descriptions

CW: yandere, non-con, kidnapping, recordings without permission

Use debt to stop some of Jing Yuan’s clingy behaviors

Jing Yuan may have posted your missing person notices all over the streets of Xianzhou

taking advantage of the fact that you don't understand the Xianzhou language and characters

how unethical and inappropriate it may be to fall in love with a short-lived species

jingrenheng trio & unconventional darlings that might suit them

Darling refuses Jing Yuan because she already had a lover

yandere hsr men and their low self-esteem darling (Jing Yuan, Dan Feng, Blade, Dan Heng)

Jing Yuan found you holding a cat cake

Jing Yuan is the type of man that will fuck us in the living room sofa and then proceed to bring us back to the bedroom while still inside us

series (living with jing yuan):

jing yuan eats ice cream with us in summer

jing yuan can put us on his shoulders

general is choosing beautiful flowers for us at the florist

jing yuan supervises you to complete jing yuan x you fanfic creation

series (harassment):

jing yuan masturbates to you while you sleep

about underwear

jing yuan slowly molests a beta darling

jing yuan does something shameless and sweet and we just can’t do anything about it

jing yuan fantasizing over reader eating a popsicle

received dick photo from jing yuan

series (thirsts about updated plot):

darling from Interastral Peace Corporation was forced to serve jing yuan

CW: dub-con, abuse of power

lustful heliobu possessed you

Blade / Yingxing:

blade’s duality

quietly create a pair of "couple swords"

jingrenheng trio & unconventional darlings that might suit them

teasing Yingxing for being an old man

Jing Yuan "stole" Yingxing's apprentice

yandere hsr men and their low self-esteem darling (Jing Yuan, Dan Feng, Blade, Dan Heng)

Dan Heng:

want him to tie you up and humiliate

dan heng wants you to help keep warm

yandere Dan Heng noticing that his darling started to refuse eating for her freedom

Dan Heng use his tail to express more love language

traditional darling hopes that dan heng can follow traditional etiquette and hold a wedding

yandere hsr men and their low self-esteem darling (Jing Yuan, Dan Feng, Blade, Dan Heng)

mating season for vidyadhara has returned

Dan Feng:

yandere!Dan Heng and isekai!immortal!hydra!human form!reader

Dan Feng wants you to wear more conservative clothes

about phoenix

Dan Feng and his moon rabbit darling

Dan Feng taming/disciplining a 'savage' draconic darling

jingrenheng trio & unconventional darlings that might suit them

Multiple characters:

What if reader who's "causal" clothes are revealing?

you are dan feng’s immortal concubine (dan feng, jing yuan and ying xing share you together)

genshin darling transported to hsr universe

crossdressing!reader in the military

CW: yandere, non-con, sexist, forced pregnancy, war (mentioned but not described), (implied) gangbang

The impact of blade, jing yuan and dan feng on your social life

their kinks

genshin! darling has tight clothes to wear

dan feng and jing yuan’s parenting style

yandere hsr men and their low self-esteem darling (Jing Yuan, Dan Feng, Blade, Dan Heng)

Dan Feng and his poor little Vidyadhara!Darling that became his "test subject" for copulation experiments

[dannyphantom1234]

Reborn as Dan Phantom.

A fan of the show is reborn as Dan, the evil version of Danny just as he was created— but what no one knew was a fangirl had taken over the body and knew just what to do to help her family that would suffer what she just went through unless she did something to help. So— she creeped towards Clockwork, stole the time medallion, went to the timeline of the original, and immediately took over as big brother figure to help these poor children from suffering the future they would have to endure alone without adult supervision.

She— now he— didn’t care for gender, and just wanted to help and protect his new(ish) family from bad people. What he didn’t know was he was also thrown alongside the dc universe, which was an awesome discovery on his part later on.

Dan— or Dante— as he wished to be called, came to the group with sorrow in his heart as he explained what would happen in the future if Danny cheated on his test, not that it was anyone’s fault but fates. He explained how no one was at fault and it could all be avoided if he could help it.

He took over the ghost fights, and had a long talk with Clockwork about what would happen and his real purpose for being there.

His original timeline was obviously erased, and the only reason he survived was because of the medallion, so later he had to go through ghost magic and make himself his own person, gained a whole butt load of tattoos intertwined with ghost time magic and becomes the next king of the infinite realms after defeating the old guy easily after seeing him beat up his little bro.

Dante became king instead of Danny and took over all the overloaded paperwork along the way.

What he didn’t know, was that he would be summoned because of his status. He really thought the fan fictions were just exaggerating what would happen if he was ever given the position and power. Well, it was all true from what he read.

(I’m making this a Dante/King Phantom x Jason Todd/Red Hood).

He made an actual legal identity for himself with the help of Technus and Tucker, who became better pals after they set aside the fact that they attacked each other at some point or another.

Danny became a little brother to him, Jazz became his little sister who likes to treat him as if he were still Danny at times, and Danielle became his daughter.

Dante legally adopted Dani after they got his papers in order, and made her an identity as well. Elle was much younger than he remembered, but then again, she was deaged recently and just came back into contact with the group, who couldn’t take care of her because they were still children as well.

Vlad was still a little evil but leveled out after a huge diabolical involving Maddie, their so called mother.

Madeline Fenton had thought her son and daughter conspired with the ghosts and attacked them in their own home, Danny was greatly injured with multiple blast wounds and Jazz suffered a concussion while trying to push him out of the target zones.

Jack had football tackled Madeline and the rest was history.

Vlad had fallen out of love with her after seeing what she did to her own children, and instead got his head out of his butt and realized he was in love with Jack all along.

Jack divorced Madeline, took custody of his kids and decided they should move, all while Vlad made plans to take down GIW with Team Phantom.

Jack and Vlad met him and decided to emotionally adopt Dante as well in their messed up family.

Dante got a job as a mechanic and started his own business in Gotham. Very cliche from all the fanfics he read in his past life but he wanted to do something he knew and loved. He loved fixing things and his side job as the king of the infinite realms was basically being like a father to ghost children while scolding those who thought it was a good idea to attack innocent mortals.

He mainly spent his time raising Danielle. Giving her everything she deserves and making her happy now that his family was safe.

He was randomly summoned by the Justice League who were ready to full on attack him until they saw him reading to his child, not realizing he was summoned until someone cleared their throat. He was literally in his own little bubble, reading his two year old daughter a storybook while holding her against his chest as he floated above the ground, laid back in a relaxed position.

How it would go:

I looked up from the book after feeling a sudden shift in my surroundings, seeing multiple very brightly dressed people in front of me. I glared, shifting completely into my ghost king form while holding my daughter close to my chest. The storybook I was reading had disappeared into a pocket dimension for later, as I had to deal with this madness.

“Who in their right minds would summon the Ghost King? I literally burnt all those summoning books to ash.” I grumbled, and looked down to see Elle had slightly woken up at the sound of my deep voice.

“Dada?” She mumbled, rubbing her right eye as she sat up from my chest.

“It’s alright, Elle,” I rumbled, kissing her forehead as she plopped back down to take her nap again at my reassurance. “We can finish reading time later today.” I murmured to her as she went back to snoozing.

“What do you want, mortals?” I asked nonchalantly.

“Why does the ghost king have a child? And how in the hell are you not attacking us as the books state?” Zatanna asked, looking on at me in shock.

“You willingly want to be attacked after summoning me? That’s idiotic. “ I state, looking bored with their conversation. I still held Elle close, not answering their questions about my child just yet.

“No, a bloody idiot summoned you just as we defeated him as a last defense!” Constantine spat out, looking hysterical.

“Well, sorry to break the news, coward, but the last king was defeated by me after trying to take over the world, he is now locked away in forever sleep until we can find a way to get rid of him completely.” I explained to the coward looking at me in shock on the ground, bruises across his face and the usual weird looking villain costume on him.

I looked around for a quick second before stopping at the Batfam. Who were all here in a more relaxed formation seeing a child in my arms. My favorite fandom family in my last life.

I looked them over before spotting the Red Hood, my celebrity crush I had on him was no secret to my family, but they had no room to judge for themselves.

His aura admitted contaminated ectoplasm, and I knew I had to heal him sometime in the future.

“May I ask what your goals are? And who is this child?” Superman spoke up after a moment of digesting my information about my new position.

“I protect both living and the undead. I don’t have a world ending goal in mind, just to raise my daughter and give her the life she deserves.” I said, looking down at my daughter with a small smile that would be unnoticeable to most.

I looked back up to see the large group had softened at my words and I was about to ask a question about Red Hood, when my daughter suddenly decided this was taking too long and too much noise for her to take a nap.

“Dada! Where puppy?” She demanded answers, smacking the side of my face with her chubby hands, as I floated there, unmoving with an emotionless face towards the group.

“Cujo is with the twerp, remember? He will come by later for playtime.” I answered, which was slightly muffled as she squished my cheeks together and smiled at me happily.

“Dada! Fishh—“ she squealed out, looking happy with herself as she giggled at my face.

“You gremlin—“ I muttered out, tickling her sides as she squeaked, her flying out of my arms and turning into her young ghost form, looking ready to play.

“Playtime?” She asked, bouncing a little in the air, clapping her hands a little.

“Not yet, blob ghost. We need to head back home for snack time.” I explained, crossing my arms as she pouted, my arm muscles bulged a bit as I crossed them, and I still always forget the fact that I’m taller than most, alongside bigger. In my past life, I was a stick of a girl that had spaghetti arms, much different for sure.

Her pouting turned into the famous puppy eyes, and I turned back to the group to avoid them, only to see amused faces all around.

“Do you guys need anything before we head back? I’m sure you don’t want to deal with a Princess tantrum.” I rumbled out, looking on in disinterest as Elle decided to hug the side of my face like an octopus. She probably still had the puppy eyes on.

“You have an adorable daughter!” Princess Diana exclaimed soon after I was finished speaking. “How old is she?” She asked, looking at me curiously as I lowered myself to the ground, Elle now floating behind my head as she played with my low ponytail.

“She is now two years old.” I answered, swiftly nabbing Elle from behind me while reaching the back of my head. I lowered my arms to see I had her upside down now, her hanging like a sack of potatoes as she giggled.

“Dada!” Elle exclaimed, waving her arms around her in glee as she looked up at me.

“You don’t feel like a ghost completely… neither does she, what are you exactly?” Constantine asked, waving his hand at me in confusion.

“I don’t know if I can trust you with that information, Constantine.” I growled a little, glaring at him as he stepped forward while Elle hid behind me.

“Hey now! Let’s calm down, no one needs to start anything!” Nightwing stepped in front of the glaring Constantine who looked more and more like a bug the longer I looked at him.

“There isn’t anything to start, really. His soul is in shreds at the moment, not very powerful compared to my kind anyway.” I stated, crossing my arms once again as Elle peaked out from over my shoulder.

“Now, I need to speak with a Mr. Red Hood.” I said, looking on at the Batfam who tensed at my words.

“Why?” Batman growled out, stepping in front of the confused Red Hood.

“To heal him, of course.” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose as I heard sounds of confusion from everyone else.

“His ectoplasm is very corrupted. He has the ghost flu, in which case makes my kind very moody and in need of pure ectoplasm to filter it and his emotions.” I briefly explained, unpinching my nose as I looked up from the ground. Willing my headache away for now.

“So his pit madness is basically the ghost flu?” Red Robin murmurs out hysterically, almost giggling in disbelief.

“Yes, I have heard of his haunt, Crime Alley, that being under his protection, I have never stepped foot on his property because I didn’t want to seem like a threat to a sick person who can’t control themselves completely with such a sickness.” I explained myself a bit nervously, rubbing the back of my neck a little with my right hand as Elle now sat on my left shoulder, swinging her legs.

“Wow, the ghost king is a dork…” I heard Spoiler mutter to Orphan, who nodded in agreement.

I huffed, crossing my arms and floated once again. “I can come back another time. I just wished to help a little. My doctor can probably fix him quicker than I, but I know what to do as I have studied under him for more than over a year now.” I informed them.

“So the pit madness can go away…?” Red Hood asked, stepping from around Batman to speak to me clearly.

“I’m unsure of what this “Pit Madness” is, but yes, I can heal you and make sure you properly get the help you need from your emotional roller coaster sickness.” I said, looking down at him as he took a few more steps to me, his family following behind him.

“Well, when can you fix me?” He asked, his voice modifier cutting all emotions from his voice, but I can clearly feel his emotions bursting from his almost formed core. It seems this sickness had stopped him from forming his core completely and left him sick for many years.

I could feel his hope, his rage and especially his bursts of want for some reason.

“I can fix you right now, but I wasn’t sure if you wanted privacy or not. It’s very…. Intimate. I can take you somewhere private if you would like?” I rumbled out, the burst of want came out more clearly, and I could tell Red Hood was clearly not expecting that word choice.

“Take me anytime—“ I could clearly hear his muttered out answer behind his helmet with my enhanced hearing, but I don’t know if I was supposed to hear that.

“Nope! Little Wing— you are not going with the ghost king—“ Nightwing suddenly yelled out, the whites of his mask bigger as Spoiler, Red Robin, and Signal burst into loud laughter. Batman sighed loudly in disappointment. Robin just “Tt” and sighed alongside his father, looking like a mini bat. Orphan just smiled at me.

“By intimate, I mean having a look at your soul, I will essentially have to take a closer look at that and cure you.” I fixed my words, making it seem as if I didn’t hear anything and I could feel a little disappointment coming from Red Hood but he nodded at my explanation.

[drunkgremlin]

Guys, I've found a treasure! Had to register on the site but it was worth it!

DAN KRALL: These are concepts I did for Gremlins when they get fed after midnight. There were physical descriptions of them in the script, so I just did a quick rough of what they might look like. The finals ended up changing a lot from these and being really, really great.

DAN KRALL: This is a super-rough concept I did for Claw, who was the evil leader Gremlin of this series. I had an idea where she’s kind of all about asymmetry; one eye is squinty and she was supposed to have a limp and drag her claws. I think a lot of that stuff didn’t actually end up happening, but her general design came through. I really liked the way she came out.

DAN KRALL: These are some poses – somebody else did have the Claw character, we would send these as part of the character design packet.

TARA RUEPING: These are early-on concept art. We first started out with rough drawings like this to get the inspiration of how the characters were written. We really leaned into what was written, we embraced those names, so that’s why Noggin has a huge noggin, Claw has massive claws… I think embracing that’s very true to the Gremlins IP, with the character Stripe in the original film.

DAN KRALL: This is from the pitch deck, but when the god that was involved in the story was still the brother Fuxi, before we switched to Nüwa. This is at the end of the series after everything’s all wrapped up, and Fuxi is escorting all the Gremlins back to the valley, and Grandpa is hitching a ride because he’s always wanted to see the Valley of Jade.

TARA: Gizmo being Gizmo, we wanted to make sure that we were true to his design, how he was in the films. So we looked at a lot of photographs and how he was portrayed in the films with the mouth shape, the pattern of his fur, the shape of his ear. Of course it’s a stylised version of Gizmo, but we wanted to make sure that we were very true to Gizmo’s design.

[isfjmel-phleg]

Young Justice 1998 AU where everything's the same but Grant Emerson joined YJ instead of the Titans

He's recruited by Secret, after his story is among those that she hears from Red Tornado when she first comes to the cave.

She finds Grant on the run from the law (basically where he is when he's recruited in Titans 1999) and scares away his would-be captors.

Tim will later do some hacking and erase Grant's criminal record.

He's instrumental in destroying the DEO "orphanage" and plays a part in the intended bombing incident at the church.

He and Bart have some unresolved issues, much to the rest of the group's confusion, and initally spend a lot of time snarking at each other. Cissie doesn't know what this is about, but she's protective of Bart, so she and Grant don't initially get along either.

Grant and Kon, meanwhile, hit it off and bond over the commonalities of their backgrounds. So Kon is kind of stuck in the middle with two friends who have beef with each other, and it can be awkward.

Grant gets along well with Secret too. They both have mysterious origins tied to labs and a lot of angst, and they're comfortable around each other because his explosive powers aren't any danger to her.

He gets along well enough with Cassie (who is too distracted by her crush on Kon and friendship with Cissie to notice him much) and has a variable relationship with Tim, whom he's a bit too similar to in some ways (they're both anxiously analytical) and whose authority he sometimes resents.

He doesn't have a parent or official guardian to represent him at the parent/teacher conference, so Martian Manhunter, who of course is among the JLA when they come to interrogate YJ, steps in as his primary genetic "father." Having two telepaths at the initial "parent/teacher conference" creates some complications.

During the campout, he would prefer to take "dare" but knows the dangers of this for him and reluctantly takes "truth" instead. Tim asks him...something, I don't know what. Maybe his greatest fear.

When asked if he would give up being a superhero, his immediate answer is yes. His powers are a burden, and he hasn't had a moment's peace since they manifested.

Having nowhere else to go, he lives at the cave (and later the former hotel headquarters), along with Secret. They end up keeping each other company most of the time when the others aren't around.

He joins Tim and Bart in their search for Secret when she is recaptured by the DEO and is very adamant about coming to her rescue. The destruction to Mt. Rushmore is his accidental doing, provoked by Match-as-Kon.

His presence on the team adds to the media's vitriol against Young Justice--this team harbors multiple criminals, including the archer who almost killed a man and the boy who destroyed Atlanta and has been sowing further destruction ever since his running from justice!

Dan Dunbar is one of Grant's most vocal critics, comparing the boy's out-of-hand explosions unfavorably to the more contained and controlled methods that he and TNT used to use. Unlike this delinquent Damage, Dyna-Mite was supervised, which of course made all the difference.

Grant's experience in Secret's abyss is of course traumatizing. He can't help thinking back to that time that mysterious man in his dreams suggested that he might not live a long time.

It turns out that he has at least some degree of immunity to Empress's mind control powers, possibly because of his latent telepathic powers.

He's the only one on the team to suspect that something's off when Kon is replaced with Match, but he isn't sure enough to report his suspicion to anyone.

During Sins of Youth, he conflicts with most of his teammates about the need for a cure for their aging up since he finds he prefers the control and confidence that came with his new adulthood. The main question of his arc in this event is whether it's right to take a permanent shortcut to growing up instead of living through every moment of a difficult adolescence.

As in Titans 1999, Grant has to appear at his uncle's arraignment and returns distraught. But here he doesn't have Roy to get involved. Instead, Kon and Bart try to cheer him up by taking him to do something recreational (possibly camping, as in the original version of this story) while Young Justice is taking their post-Sins of Youth break. A late-night conversation ends up on the topic of fathers: Kon never had one (unless you count Westfield, which he doesn't), Bart never knew his (and hasn't realized yet that Max is his father-figure), and Grant...lets it slip how his foster father treated him.

Kon, who can relate, reacts with alarm. Bart, who has experience addressing this sort of thing, knows what to do: tell trusted adults and get his friend help. So after a very emotional conversation, they bring Grant back to Red Tornado and possibly the JLA and report the incident. Consequently, Grant takes a temporary leave of absence.

Even though he's not on the team for a while, the narrative sticks with him, even if it's only checking in on him now and then. He is traveling, concentrating on his civilian identity--but his powers are hard to escape, they're constantly developing, and he finds out at some point that the JLA have put some kind of covert supervision on him in case of accidents, like they don't trust him to maintain control. He finds this insulting.

Meanwhile, while the others are having adventures at the Olympics and in space etc., they're dealing with his absence. Kon is left with some feelings that he's not ready to process (what happened to Grant isn't so different from what has happened to him--was he abused too? by Knockout? by even his beloved, recently deceased Tana? if so, what does he do with that?). Bart was just finally starting to recover his old friendship with Grant, and now he's gone. Secret is saddened to lose him, and this will contribute to her grief when Tim and Bart leave much later.

When war breaks out and it's all hands on deck, Grant rejoins the team in #35, and everyone is thrilled to see each other again...but then it's decided by the authorities that Grant won't work with YJ. His skills are too useful to be wasted on rescue ops, and besides, he's too dangerous to be rescuing anybody--what if he accidentally explodes at the wrong moment?

Grant's teammates are indignant (particularly Kon, who is angry that he wasn't also considered too useful for anything but fighting), especially when Grant agrees without a fuss to take a combat role without them.

And Grant really would rather be with his friends, but his feelings of being more comfortable in a warzone because he considers himself a weapon are returning. He parts with the team on less pleasant terms and ends up working with the JSA/a version of the Freedom Fighters. He starts to wonder whether he really wants to return to YJ or if he "should" be on the JSA permanently out of obligation to his father's legacy.

So he's not there for the Apokolips incident but feels pretty guilty about not being there for the others when he hears what happened.

In this continuity, Cassie talks Grant (not Ray, who is with the Titans!) into officially rejoining full-time in order to lure Bart back to the team. Grant accepts, albeit with some confliction about what he really wants to do with his life.

Secret seems to be avoiding him now. Kon, who is still trying to ignore the issues that Grant's leave brought up for him, doesn't seem comfortable around him either. Anita doesn't have a lot of patience for him. That leaves him mostly with Slo-bo.

In the World Without Young Justice scenario, he was never subject to experimentation but grew up raised by his biological parents. He either never developed powers or has much more restrained and easily controlled powers, so he never became Damage. Unlike with his teammates, Grant Pratt leads a stable, appealing life, and it's hard for Impulse to convince him to join him as Damage.

Grant runs for team leader, citing his excellent leadership skills as an adult. Cassie is still the one elected, of course.

He saves Anita and Tim from the explosion in the hut in which Anita's father dies; he absorbs the energy and deflects it before it can properly explode.

Considering how the media has treated him in the past, he's not sold on the idea of being on a reality show, and there's some conflict over this. Maybe he threatens to leave again and reveals that the JSA or the Freedom Fighters have made him offers to join them.

He refuses when Greta asks him to help break her father out of prison. Accidentally letting his uncle out of prison that one time caused nothing but trouble and guilt, and he's never doing that again.

There's some major cathartic incident late in the series that addresses his struggling to figure out what he wants out of life and his insecurities about relationships with the team. Things probably get messy, but the series ends with him still committed to the team and confident in his friendships and active in trying to talk Secret down. He's considering finding a long-term mentor and cutting back on hero work to concentrate on his education (he's missed a lot of high school and needs to get a diploma or GED before he can go on to studying biology or physics in college) and on his personal life (building civilian relationships! trying to connect with his genetic relatives and his "brother"! trying to lead as normal a life as possible!).

After the events of Graduation Day, he declines to join the new Titans team with most of the others, and that's when the Freedom Fighters get him, and it goes from there.

[starsandtulips]

astral express food headcanons. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

characters⟡ stelle, march 7th, welt, himeko, dan heng, (mentioned) pom pom

relationships⟡ stelle/march

~ welt is a really good cook but only for spicy dishes, he is an okay cook otherwise

~ related to the one above, welt LOVES spicy food, the spicier the better

~ stelle also really enjoys spicy food and have entered her and welt into spicy eating competitions before (they won)

~ march cannot tolerate spicy food at all, she prefers cold, refreshing meals

~ so after stelle eats spicy food, she doesn't get to kiss march for a while

~ neither march or stelle can cook very well but as long as someone is supervising them they won't burn the kitchen down

~ himeko's coffee looks just like motor oil, himeko has accidentally drunk motor oil thinking it was her coffee before, she will never tell anyone else

~ himeko can only cook breakfast foods, she makes a mean pancake

~ dan heng is surprisingly a great cook despite growing up in prison, he however gets out of cooking most of the time so only pom pom knows

[timeoutsoup]

DP x JW

Adoption AU

I have two ideas for Iosef and his goons did break into John’s house.

The first is John does get hit by the baseball bat and Daisy gets hurt but lives. The car gets stolen and then John takes him and the kids to the Continental. They would be in suits to match their dad.

John gets his car back kills some people but mostly just scares the shit out of Iosef and his father. John also finds Dog and brings him for the kids.

This is also where Danny, Dan and Elli haunt the Continental.

The second idea is that the kids wake up before John. Uninvited people have entered their haunt. Danny is the first to wake up, then Dan and finally Elli.

Elli would be the distraction as her brother knock out the intruders, tie them up, and put them in the basement. Dan would have fun scaring the thugs.

Danny would be the one to wake up their dad and try to explain the situation with Dan and Elli giving commentary.

Iosef and his goons would be in so much trouble and poor Viggo would have to retrieve his idiot son. As punishment for Iosef he has to baby sit (supervised by John) the three feral gremlins.

They would 100% torment him.

[boyslit-moving]

HSR Cooking Headcanons!

found a big document of these i never finished but i think they're fun. doesn't include everyone but a vast majority of Belobog+Luofu characters

Trailblazer - not so great with a stove. Pom-Pom has PTSD flashbacks when they offer to help prepare meals and the Trailblazer is thusly shooed from the premises. they're used to foraging snacks and treasures in the trash anyway

March 7th - ADHD disaster. she can whip up desserts mostly but the kitchen looks like a tornado happened afterwards and she'll rope someone into helping

Dan Heng - this boy grew up in a prison and then spent his adult life on the run from his murderous ex, when did he have time to learn to cook? naw, if he's not on the Express it's takeout and fast food for this poor meow meow

Pom-Pom - the esteemed head chef of the Astral Express. they are the ruler of their kitchen and no recipe is beyond their grasp. you might wonder how they can reach the counters and grip utensils when they are so small and bunny-like but Pom-Pom is very good at what they do, so you don't have to worry at all!

Welt Yang - he's an ok cook, like many dads, but he's got a tendency to lean on parental shortcuts like frozen French fries or chicken nuggets (not that anyone ever complains about this)

Himeko - she's best left to her coffee brewing, let's just put it that way.

Kafka - also a disaster, but she has little interest in cooking for herself. this is also the reason the trailblazer can't cook - she wasn't able to teach them

Silver Wolf - no interest in cooking beyond TV meals or reheating leftovers. takeout, gamer supps and snackies take priority 

Blade - somewhere in his muddied floodwaters of memory there's the capability to cook, but it comes and goes and the pain in his hands make it difficult to grip utensils and other implements with the fine motor movements required to chop and whisk and flip. He used to cook for his husband occasionally despite Dan Feng having a personal chef as high elder

Gepard - he does his best… things like breakfast eggs, toast, sausage, noodles, these are easy to accomplish. anything too fancy is a step too far. he's really too busy to practice.

Serval - generally competent. she had to learn to feed herself after getting kicked out of the architects and staying on her own. she's adventurous, always trying new flavor combinations and changing recipes for fun

Lynx - a true outdoorswoman, knows how to forage and trap game and cooks a mean stew. it's unconventional fare, though, and not to everyone's sensibilities. 

Pela - a good cook. sticks to the recipes religiously, and very good at baking because of her precision

Natasha - "knows" how to cook but while she's great at the chemistry behind making medicines, food takes a backseat. grin and bear it if she asks you to try something she made, you don't want to make her sad. she tried really hard for you after all.

Hook - isn't allowed to cook without supervision but she makes an enthusiastic sous chef! helps Dad make dinner and sets a lovely table

Seele - abysmal but I can see her being interested in improving in order to cook something nice for Bronya. when asked why she's suddenly interested in learning, however, the lady doth protest too much. you don't question it further though because you don't want her to make you a knuckle sandwich.

Sampo - unfortunately my own biases cloud my judgement here because I love a man that can cook. but Sampo does seem like the sort of guy who operates on comedy law and that's something I am familiar with. option 1: he closes the door to the kitchen and refuses anyone's help. there's an unholy racket, a cloud of black smoke, some coughing, a Wilhelm scream, and then a few bars of whistling. when he emerges, it's with a pristine plate of gorgeously prepared braised meat and carmelized vegetables with delicate garnish. option 2: he puts on a bit of a show. it's like that cooking porn anime, and onlookers find they have to look away periodically or loosen a tie to keep themselves in check. finally, when he lifts the lid over the plate… the censorship committee has ordered it pixelated so it can still air in the same time slot. (both of these scenarios happen within the same week)

Bronya - she's too busy! she's always working or training or sleeping. luckily, Seele is hard at work learning to cook for her wife hard-working friend

Qingque - Maybe instant noodles, maybe the Xianzhou equivalent of box Mac and cheese. Otherwise she's patronizing the food spots in Aurum Alley and getting takeout ordered to her desk so she can be seen working through lunch (she's not actually working tho)

Fu Xuan - she makes a mean pot of tea but she's so busy she has no time to cook. She subscribes to box meals (like Hello Fresh, etc) so she can feel like she's not surviving on takeout and restaurant meals. She definitely has Girl Breakfast and Girl Lunch though (her favorite bubble tea and two cups of extra sugary tea for that afternoon pick-me-up, respectively) which is not great. Watch out for gastritis, sis.

Jing Yuan - he's got dad grilling vibes but I can't see this man seriously cooking. at best there'll be weaponized incompetence before he's shooed out of the kitchen, chuckling. since he's the general however I have to assume he has a personal chef. 

Yanqing - tried to cut vegetables with his swords once and was summarily banned from every kitchen

Jingliu - I'm not even sure she eats anymore. Doesn't she just feed off of ambient malice or something

Luka - Mr. Meat Boy knows his way around a grill and a campfire, but try to sully it with vegetables and you're getting the biggest glare he can muster. A boxer can't live on meat alone, and considering you're nihility path, do we think a vegetable may cause less despair?

Guinaifen - does this girl live somewhere? Like in an apartment or something? She seems to be always out and about, busy streaming or performing or meeting friends to do either of the previous. She probably eats like Qingque does, grabbing something from the Alley whenever her tummy grumbles, but otherwise we are on 👏 the 👏 go !

Topaz - this girl is BUSY busy, she's ordering Grubhubs and Doordashes and having her order from the caf delivered by drone bot while she works through lunch. likes big meetings in the conference rooms though, because there's usually pastries and coffee

Aventurine - much like the other hardworking folks, he ends up with a lot of Space Doordashed lunches and late-work dinners. He attempts recipes from internet videos sometimes, for fun and the love of the trend. He doesn't super know what he's doing but it always turns out marvellously.

Ratio - Few things are outside Dr. Veritas Ratio's wheelhouse, and because a healthy diet is required to maintain a healthy body and mind, he's well versed in cooking techniques and healthy eating. Occasionally will stoop to making something less healthy like french toast to spoil Aventurine with.

Ruan Mei - In my head she's got the 'tism that makes her dislike all but like 2 or 3 textures, and those textures are generally desserts she's learned to make for herself - smooth puddings and pastes, soft dough. I suppose the Lifeform Oven isn't technically cooking, however…

Mme.  Herta - [Automatic Reply] I'm busy. The cafeteria is open for this purpose. [This user cannot be replied to.]

Asta - there's a reason Arlan makes fried rice so well 🙃

[kr-han]

Fall, When I Fall for You

A 4351 words worth of fic of Cobra and Akari slowly falling written by Khairunnisa Han

Canon Divergence, Post-Canon with a whole lot of new original characters, to which are The Hasegawas

Previous Chapter

Fall, When I Fall for You

Those beautiful, yellow and brown leaves fell down to the ground, some were flying by the wind. It was slowly getting colder, as it was closer to winter—but not yet. Days still went like usual, nothing major happened since the downfall of Kuryu Group. Safe to say, SWORD Area had become a safe place—or some sort like that since little conflicts still very much happened here and there.

Cobra was still going with his day like any other day, sitting down in the gas station while supervising his employees. They, Sannoh, hadn’t had a chance to ride again—not this fall. They have to wait, at least until spring. It would be boring and he was already dying from the boredom.

Sometimes, his mind wandered around and somehow, he ended up thinking about that one particular girl in red. Ever since that day, he never saw her around again. Such a shame, he thought, he wanted to see her with her oversized bike again. But she never came until summer ended, and from her social media, he could tell her schedule was packed.

It was strange, since he only saw her that day, but he thought about her almost every single day. Perhaps, because of her red hair in the heat of summer, he remembered her. Silly, he thought every time her and her red hair popped out in his mind. Her cocky smile reappeared again and he smiled like a silly teenager that ended up making him want to punch his own face.

He went to ITOKAN again once his shift ended, almost like a routine. There, he found the same faces again. He raised his hand, enough to greet everyone before taking a seat in his designated seat at the corner. “Naomi, the usual drink,” he said casually—he didn’t have to say it since Naomi remembered already, but he did.

“Eh? What’s wrong with you?” she asked as she brought him the drink in a red cup. The way Naomi phrased it made everyone tilt their head to Cobra almost immediately. Sure, he got a frown on his forehead, a telltale sign that something was wrong—or so they thought.

Dan, out of everyone else dashed towards Cobra. “We got someone to beat again, huh?” he asked as he rolled his sleeve. He was ready, everyone was ready to beat someone up. “So, who’s messing with us, Cobra?” he asked again, but got no answer.

He wasn’t talkative, but he never let a question unanswered. Something was really wrong, the other Sannoh’s guys thought. But Naomi snapped Cobra out of his mind when she swatted his head with a tray. “Idiot. Answer when you’re asked!” she scolded him. Perhaps, she was the only one who should scold Cobra.

“That’s hurt!” Cobra snarled, but Naomi just shrugged as she went back behind the bar. He scanned the guys in ITOKAN, only to find curious eyes waiting for him to tell them something—anything. “Well, I kinda think of someone,” he started, and his voice was lower than usual. It seemed like he didn’t want to talk about it, and he had to do it because somehow, they were demanding him to.

Cobra wasn’t a kind of man who talked about someone, moreover with the hint of longing in his voice. Unless, he talked about Inoki-san. But that wasn’t the problem because, here, Cobra was trying to be open about what happened with him. Perhaps, they really needed to beat someone up since it has been a while for them.

“This girl—”

“GIRL!?” everyone shouted, didn’t even let Cobra finish his words. No one guessed that Cobra would talk about a girl, ever. “Damn, you have interest in a girl? For real?” Yamato chimed in, he was as bewilder as the others. “A fucking girl?” he repeated, as if mocking Cobra.

Noboru chuckled softly, initially before he waved, trying to calm everyone down. “Come on, guys. Listen to him first,” he said. Naomi nodded, agreeing with him. “Cobra, you can go on.”

Uncomfortable wasn’t the right word to describe something within his ribcage; perhaps, it was nervous. “So, yeah, I’ve been thinking of this girl almost every day. I don’t know what’s interesting about her. But she got red hair, cool piercings, and her bike—well, I think she could do better than that.”

“Oh, is it about that girl you talked about, like, weeks ago?” Noboru asked, and Cobra nodded almost immediately. Noboru nodded as well, knowing that he may have heard about it some weeks ago. He expected it to be interesting.

But not interesting enough for Yamato, because he scowled. “Wait. You talk to Noboru but not to me? Why? Are you trying to exclude me?” he accused, pointing his finger to Cobra.

“Shut up, Idiot! Listen!” Naomi, again, scolded.

Yamato rolled his eyes as he said, “Okay. Okay. I’ll shut the fuck up. I just don’t appreciate not being included before okay. I mean, I think we’re friends?” It looked like he was whining about it, but couldn’t say much after being scolded. Not that he wanted to stop Cobra from talking either.

As Cobra continued talking, Naomi scoffed, followed by Noboru’s soft chuckles. Meanwhile the other was confused with both Naomi and Noboru’s reaction. Not Tettsu, though. “Oh, you got a crush on her, eh?” Tettsu teased the leader as he pulled a mischievous smirk.

“Huh? No fucking way,” Cobra replied. He tried to brush it off. It couldn’t be true, could it? He didn’t know someone would develop a crush from just short encounters. Not to mention that he never saw her anymore since that day. That sounded bizarre in any way possible.

Despite his insistence, no one took it. “Cobra-san, your face is red,” Chiharu pointed out, making Cobra gasped and buried his face down in his palms. They all immediately knew, Cobra was overwhelmed and his crush was likely true.

Dotonbori Area was still lively as ever, it was packed with tourists from all over the world. Amongst them, there was this girl with a pack of takoyaki in her hand. “Ojou,” a middle-aged man called out on her, walking behind her with a concerned look. “We need to go back to the mansion. It’s already late,” he insisted.

The girl chuckled, completely ignoring the man’s plea. “Sugiyama, no need to hurry,” she said as she kept going. Of course, she wouldn’t be done with just a pack of takoyaki in the midst of Dotonbori. “I rarely come here, let me go around and spend some money Jiji gave me,” she added.

Granted, Sugiyama, the man, couldn’t do anything other than walking behind her to make sure she was safe. It was his job and had been his job for a few years. Meanwhile, she just walked around and chose from other tenants to buy. At the end, she ended up with several packets of food. But finally, she was back inside the car.

“Sugiyama, you want taiyaki?” she asked, ready to give him some of hers. But Sugiyama politely refused and she went back enjoying her snacks while Sugiyama drove the car for her. “Do you think Gramps would give me work again? Like, going back to that Kuryu area, for example,” she started mumbling.

“Maybe,” he answered. “We’re late, Ojou. I’m afraid Big Boss would be mad,” he added. They were running late, yet she was indulging herself freely. Sugiyama sighed as he saw her from the rear view mirror. “Ojou—”

Akari, the girl, was intentionally being careless. She was already known for her bad reputation amongst the core members of the family and she didn’t mind at all. “I hear you,” she replied curtly. “I don’t care about them. I only need a reason to be back there,” she said, shrugging.

“I know, Ojou.” Akari’s indifference towards her own family was widely known, at least within them. He understood that greatly, yet also didn’t understand why Akari didn’t cut the ties with them or why the main family didn’t disown her. She had a strange relationship with her family.

The Hasegawas had ruled Kansai Region’s underworld businesses for decades, and they were one of the richest families in Japan known for their hotel chain. Hasegawa Akari was one of their descendants, yet she wasn’t set to inherit the business even though she was the first born in her generation. Hence, she paved her own way as a photographer and yet was still lowkey involved in the family’s business if necessary. She was known for being a nuisance since her young age.

Talking about the family business, all of it was still under the head of the family, Hasegawa Tatsuhiro. They had that hotel business mainly as a cover for their other businesses and it was under Tatsuhiro’s son in law, Hasegawa Hideto—yes, he was married to the family. Meanwhile, the underworld business was under Tatsuhiro’s one and only son, Tendou. They maintained the business well and already decided the heir and that was Tendou’s son, hence Akari wanted nothing to do with it.

Despite that, in the current timeline, she was the only adult of their generation. With her underage cousins, she had no choice other than being involved at least until her cousins were old enough to take care of it themselves. It was just a matter of time until Akari could be free and live her own life without being tied down to the family. No one really knew how their relationship works, except the adult core members of the family.

The car was slowly driving into the large mansion, Hasegawa’s main house. She immediately went inside, barging in the middle of the dinner. Everyone was there as she was the only one living outside. “Maido!” she greeted as she took a seat, grinning like an idiot. They were looking at her as if she was a ghost.

No one seemed pleased to see her there, except for her two young cousins. But they had to be silent for some reason. She stayed until the dinner was over and the underages went back to their room. “You’re late,” Tatsuhiro hissed. “At least you could dress like a lady,” he added, showing a clear distance.

“Cut the crap,” she snarled, as if she had no respect for her elders. Instead of looking at Tatsuhiro, she looked at Tendou instead. “Otchan, you got a job for me?” she asked right to the point. “Come on, y’all only calling me here because I have to do something, right? What is it now? I don’t mind killing, anyway.”

That was right, she hardly visited the main house if it wasn’t for the job. However, this wasn’t the reason they had called her to come. They were looking at each other, resulting in Hideto clearing his throat to assert his presence in the room. “How’s Tokyo, Sweetie?” he asked, trying to be as soft as he could.

She raised an eyebrow as she realized it wasn’t about the job at all. “Well, yeah, it’s just a city,” she answered. “Really, cut the crap and tell me what the fuck is going on? It’s not about a job, is it?” Akari was agitated, looking like she disliked being there with her family. “I can’t spend my time more than this. I have another job, remember?”

“Ricchan,” her mom, Chihiro, called softly. Her hand reached her daughter’s, holding it as her other hand caressed it. “Listen carefully, okay? We were talking about your future. You’re already at the age to settle down. It’s time for you to be back to the family, settle down, and build a family.”

Hell, she was here, expecting a job so she could meet that one specific guy, but fate had another thing in store. “Really?” That was all she could muster after her mom’s explanation. Her family didn’t spare her any confusion and immediately shoveled a thick document right under her nose. “What the fuck is this?” she freaked out.

Who doesn’t? She wasn’t here not for this and as she opened the folder and her eyes widened; she freaked even more. There, she could see a bunch of men’s personal data which made her look at everyone in disbelief. She, rightfully, shook her head. This wasn’t what she wanted.

“What the fuck?” she repeated as she scanned through the documents. “How the fuck did you guys get their … dick size?” she asked, baffled beyond measure. “Name, date of birth, weight, and height are fair enough. But … the fuck? I don’t want to know how big their dicks are?” It made her physically ill to see that.

The adults were silent, they looked at each other with shame on their faces. How dare they? She thought as she looked at them. “Well….” her uncle, Tendou, broke the silence. “We thought that would matter for youngsters like you,” he said, and that was their reason. “We’re old, we don’t know what you’re into since you’re not here.”

Akari buried her face in her palms, she wanted to scream. “Are you fucking serious?” she asked again as herself slowly drowned in embarrassment they caused. They had no clue, so did her, and she was at a loss on what she had to say or do or whatever. “Listen, I don’t need this, okay?”

“But if you end up alone with no husband? No child? No nothing?” her aunt, Saki, chimed in. Everyone nodded in agreement and Akari almost wanted to slap herself out of it. The fact that they all agree was baffling, but it didn’t surprise her somehow. Akari expected it, yet it still very much baffles her.

She needed to come out with a reason, just to get out of it as quickly. “Well, actually, I have someone in mind,” she blurted. She didn’t. No one and nothing flashed in her mind, except that one girl with brown hair who, arguably, makes the best omurice on Earth and that one blonde guy at the gas station—or her bodyguard, whatever.

Instead of brushing it off, her family looked at her expectantly. Their eyes already tell her who this someone she talked about and she regretted it almost instantly. “You know what? Fuck you. No more talking about settling down or whatever. Everything is up to me whether you like it or not, I don’t fucking care. Now fuck off!” she doubled down and left the room feeling embarrassed.

Shit, she should’ve just walked away and ignored them. But here she was, regretting the way she handled things. She knew very well she was always hot headed and words came faster than thought, but she made the same mistakes over and over. It would be the matter of time, either they forced her into arranged marriage with a spoiled brat or she had to find her own boyfriend. Sure, because they would never accept her swing both ways.

Fall almost ended, there weren’t so many leaves to fall down anymore, and now Akari found herself back in Tokyo. But she couldn’t just stay in her studio with nothing to do, nor could she escape from Sugiyama. That man would always put an eye on her just because her grandfather told and paid him to. If only he could leave her alone, or … she could just leave without him knowing.

Being 23 and still playing escape wasn’t something she would casually expect. But it was also something she had expected since she was born as a Hasegawa. It had been a while since the last runaway, but here she was, inside the car she stole from Sugiyama and just drove all the way down the road mindlessly. She wasn’t sure where she would end up.

Years ago, she escaped from the men her grandfather sent to pick her up from school and at this very moment, she ran away from their Tokyo house. Dawn broke as she drove down the road and she didn’t stop until it was the place she remembered from months ago, Hino Gas Station. It was still closed and she looked at it from her window. “Well, here I am again,” she muttered under her breath.

She just sat there, waiting until people started filling up the street and some employee finally opened the gas station. But she didn’t spot him anywhere—there was only a middle aged man among the employees in uniforms, supposedly his father. Her eyebrow raised, then she let out a sigh before a shrug. Perhaps, she needed to walk a few blocks away just to get to that specific diner.

Reluctantly, she went out of the car, stepping her feet outside as she realized something was off. A single sweater and a pair of shorts wouldn’t suffice in this cold weather. It is what it is, she sighed again as she started walking away from her car, hoping that a little walk would warm her body up. Guess it wasn’t and it started to feel cold yet she couldn’t just stop, maybe if she spotted a clothes shop, she would stop and buy something from there.

But a hand reached her shoulder, pulling her back as if they wanted to strike her or something. She grabbed their wrist, stopping their movements as she took something from her pocket—a small pocket knife. “HOW DARE—” her words hung in the air as she realized who they were, albeit her knife was already pointing at them.

“Whoa,” they—he stepped back and raised his hands. “Chill. It’s me,” he said. There he was, the guy she had been looking for that made her unintentionally drive herself down here, far away from Tokyo. “Sorry, though. Never meant to startle you,” he added.

She put down her knife and put it back inside her pocket. “It’s hard to be a woman, sometimes—all times. Sorry,” she said. It was an awkward silence under the cold breeze, a sign that winter was almost here to catch up with them. “Wanna catch up?” she asked, still very much awkward.

He didn’t know why they were acting so awkward, perhaps because he had been expecting her to be here for months. But why would she be awkward as well? He didn’t want to ask her that. “Well, yeah,” he replied and they continued to walk, somehow he knew they would walk to ITOKAN for a reason or two. “You seem cold, though.”

“I am. Winter is coming, isn’t it?” she replied. “Know where I can buy some clothes?” she asked as the awkwardness started to wear off. It started to feel like a reunion, even though it was only the second time they met.

“Indeed, it’s coming.” He walked alongside her. Should he offer her his scarf? Perhaps, no—not now since it would be a little too awkward. “Let me escort you there,” he said, showing her the way to the nearest shop available. He couldn’t help but pity her shaking legs.

 It was such a relief for her, and for him, after she dressed up right for the weather. “So, sorry, what’s your name again?” she asked. “I feel like I forgot your name, lowkey. Anaconda?” Her head tilted as the question flew out. “I’m not good with names,” she added.

Déjà vu, he thought, since he felt like he heard the same question before. “Cobra,” he replied shortly after. “Please do remember that, Hasegawa,” he added, to which Akari answered with a nod. “Are you here for Kuryu again?” he asked, couldn’t help it. As much as he was infatuated by her, he didn’t want Kuryu to make a move again, not in his watch.

To his surprise, she shook her head. “Just because,” she answered. “There’s a lot to unpack, actually. But in short, I was busy—well, I am always busy, then the main house called me. I thought they would give some odd jobs or whatever but all hell broke loose—don’t want to talk about it, though. It pissed me off and I ran away, somehow, here I am. How about you?”

The story didn’t add up and Cobra was unsure what happened to her. Whatever, it didn’t matter at all. What mattered was she was here and he could finally talk to her, no matter how nonsensical it may sound. “Nothing much,” he replied. “As long as Kuryu doesn’t make any movement and none of us get into trouble, we’re just chilling and doing whatever we do. We got jobs, after all.”

They walked into ITOKAN with a few pairs of eyes looking at them with curiosity. It was Cobra, walking in with a girl. The Cobra, walking in with a girl. “Is that the girl?” some people whispered to one another, curious yet they didn’t want to spoil their leader’s mood. “She’s … small,” and the whispers continued.

“So, I guess, your real surname is Hino, eh?” she asked as they sat, again at the corner with Cobra on his designated seat and Akari right next to him. The question met with a nod; his real name wasn’t a secret, but perhaps not everyone knew it since he had been Cobra for so long. “And your given name, if I may know?” she continued.

Since it wasn’t a secret, he just shrugged and said, “Junpei.”

“Basic,” she reacted with a slight chuckle, to which Cobra only smiled—and it baffled the rest of the people in the diner. “Well, who am I to judge? My name is pretty basic as well,” she replied. There’s a lot of Akaris in Japan, for sure, as well as Hasegawas. But Hasegawa Akari? She was the one and only he knows.

The conversation wasn’t as awkward as before, yet they didn’t have much to say since their life wasn’t something extraordinary and Akari didn’t want to speak openly about her family situation, neither did Cobra. In the meantime, though, they put an order to Naomi and Cobra introduced her to other Sannoh guys who are present.

But since Cobra hardly talked to girls, they were all in ITOKAN, no exception. “Stand up,” Yamato said out of nowhere—this is the same girl who hit on Naomi and somehow made him jealous. Akari shrugged and stood up, it wasn’t a great deal or so she thought. Except, it was since Yamato frowned. “How tall are you?”

“Usually, around 159 cm. But I actually only 154 cm,” she revealed, showing her thick platform shoes. “Not so tall, I know,” she added. Somehow, she could see everyone trying their best not to burst into laughter as they were all towering over her. She scowled, it wasn’t fun when everyone thought your height was funny.

 Yamato scoffed and asked, “What are you? A small bean?” He laughed over his own question, as well as the others. “I’ll call you An, then,” he added as he played a smirk on his face, to which annoyed Akari very much. The nickname wasn’t nice either, at least for her.

“Yamato-san, please have mercy on her,” Chiharu chimed in, still very much trying to hold on his laughter. The other nodded, agreeing, albeit still laughing as if it was the funniest thing on Earth. Men are weird.

“What the fuck!? Have you never seen anyone short before? So funny, huh?” she huffed, putting her hands on her hips. It didn’t look opposing to them, since she was definitely the shortest person they had ever seen. “And what the fuck with An? Fucking An? Bean? I’m not that short!” she retorted, fuming.

Dan gave her a pat on the shoulder, as if giving her reassurance—he didn’t. “You’re that short, I’m sorry,” she said.

“In fact, you’re the shortest person I have ever seen,” Tettsu added. “And you know what? I think An perfectly suits you,” he added.

The statement left Akari’s jaws dropped as she glared at them one by one. “The fuck with you all!? Men are fucking weird. This is why I don’t fuck with men because you’re just a bunch of animals. What the fuck?!” she rambled, sighing, glaring, and shaking her head. “Cobra, what the fuck with your friend?” she asked, and she soon took it back. “Whatever! You’re also a man. Your name is fucking weird and your friends are also weird. Fuck you all!”

Cobra laughed, which was quite rare, but having Akari in ITOKAN somehow felt nice. They hardly got girls around other than Naomi and Ichigo girls, this was such a good little change. There was a nudge on his side from Noboru, who took the seat after Akari stood up. “You really like her, huh?” he teased.

He knew it—Noboru just knew it from Cobra’s gaze. “I guess so,” he murmured under his breath. “It’s been a long time since I like a girl and she’s just there, for some reason,” he revealed. “I want to know more about her,” he added.

“Right,” Noboru replied. He looked at Cobra and Akari back and forth; Akari was still bickering with mainly Yamato and Cobra was just looking at him, with a smile plastered on his face. “Ask her for a date,” he suggested. “It would be worth it, I promise.”

His head tilted, looking at Noboru with a puzzled look—as if it was a weird thing to suggest. “But I told you, she’s like … princess,” he said. “Do you think she wants to go with someone like me?” he asked. “She might as well already have a boyfriend. I mean, look at her.”

This was Cobra, someone who didn’t panic even when Kuryu kidnapped him, yet he was panicking because of a girl. Funny. “If you never try, you’ll never know. Try it first. Either she accepts or rejects you, I’ll have your back,” he offered.

“Yeah.” Cobra nodded, it wasn’t a bad deal. It was rather good and he knew he would regret it if he never asked her out. “Maybe this Christmas,” he said. “Might as well go to Tokyo to see illumination,” he murmured, in which Noboru gave him a pat on the shoulder for reassurance. “I’ll try to ask her out.”

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↳˗ˏˋNotesˊˎ˗ ↴

Never have I ever thought of writing this long, but I did. It has been posted before on AO3 and I, somehow, forget to upload it here. But better late than never.

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4th Anniversary of The Eye on the Galaxy

Released four years ago on Christmas Day, this is the one fan fiction of which I’ve become rather proud. Not only does it transition nicely between Season 2 and the still-sitting-on-the-shelf-because-the-higher-ups-assumed-nobody-was-interested-in-more-episodes Season 3, but it gives many side characters a chance to shine, even those who haven’t spoken since Season 1. I already have a background made for it. I’ll get around to making a visual for the shorts… eventually.

Just to recap, here are the shorts, their summaries, and the featured interviewees. The ones in bold were seen in The End of the Galaxy while the ones italicized remain unclear. Whoever has an asterisk (*) may be hidden in the crowd even though we cannot see them.

1. The Rulers - Andy learns about the leaders of their own people and their concerns.

King Bingleborp

The King of Flendar + the Flendarians

The King of Sherblorg 7

Beeza + the Ballzerians

Queen Zeeba (the queen from The Axe)

Prince Cashmere + the Baa-hallans

Dracor + Demurra + their guards

Destructor + his subjects (partial)

2. The Elderly - Andy speaks to some of the galaxy’s resident senior citizens.

Stella Starbella + Mittens

The lost and found guy

Trudi Traveler + her clones

The slug boss + his two custodians

Papa Doom + his gargoyle assistants

Ms. Myrtle via Eye Drone and telephone

3. The Teammates - Andy gets the scoop from various groups and troops.

Badlands Dan + his gang

Oink* + the Motorhogs

The blue and red ants

The Insurgent Generals (General Outrage, Brainz, Wild Card*, Clipper) plus a phone call from Robomechabotasquad

4. The Youth - Andy chats with some children, teens, tots, and the supervising parents.

Melodie + Angela + David + Jamie and Hank

Olive + her mother

The three slug grandkids

The rock lady + her babies

Huckleberry Knucklehead + his parents*

Camera father + camera mother + smartphone son

Teen leader + weasly teen* + obvious teen

Dracor and Demurra’s triplets

5. The Gutsy - Andy talks with the tenacious and converses with the courageous.

Ripov

Thrax + 3 cohorts + 1 other cohort*

Harvax + Stok

The slug nephew

Ryder via Eye Drone.

6. The Reformed - Andy finds out what’s next for the ex-villains/ex-tyrants.

Destructor + his subjects (continued)

Major Threat

The Black Cube + Tracy

Something the So-and-So (picked, but not started), as well as a postcard from Westley and the half-torn photo strip from The Bot

7. The Business Folks - Andy gathers information on changes in the workplace.

The Blarpee’s cashier

Okeydokian diner manager + Michelle

Apple head and lemon head bartender

Landlord + fast food manager

Garbage collector

Dr. Scrivellix (the dentist)

Clancy Shmancy + Nancy Shmancy + construction workers* + waiter

Plumber

MOGA curator

Weasel (owner of Weasel’s Watering Hole)

Okeydokian director 1

Okeydokian director 2

Hat shop owner

Locksmith

8. The Mysterious - Andy asks some extraordinary individuals how they’ll get home.

Neckbeard

5 lords of illumination (I like to think one of them had a Bloo mask on.)

Fortune teller

Mooplexians

High Gnee council + Gluteus/Todd + the buttler

Celestial star being via Eye Drone plus a brief appearance of the intergalactic guru by a holographic smoke effect

9. The Creatures - Andy has questions for the critters who sought refuge on the planetoid.

The rabbit (The Good Deed)

The pit monster (The Birthday Boy)

The fire lion (The Little Guy) - assists Andy in the next ten lines

Monster dog (The Stray)

Hoarder scorpion (The Epic Quest…)

Tigrex of Nil (The Epic Quest)

Electric birds (The Liar)

Frankenstein monster (The Heebie Jeebies)

Squills (The Wanders)

Hufflerumples (The Good Deed)

Diurnal animals (including those from The Breakfast)

Nocturnal animals (The Night)

Frederick (The Rider)

Mother and child (The Egg) via Eye Drone

Gracknore (The Good Deed) via Eye Drone

Tagathorian animals (The Enemies) via Eye Drone

Buster (The Ball) via Eye Drone

Giant worm (The Hat) via Eye Drone, which promptly gets eaten

10. The So-and-So - Andy brings an eager, but unsure, guest to his desk.

Something the So-and-So (two blips to suggest time passage)

11. The Rest - Andy speeds through the interviews with the remaining refugees.

Cluckons

Hogs (The Good Deed)

Bobbles (The Party Animal)

Zetuons (The Catastrophe)

Flankarians (The Cool Guy)

Tiki beings (The Liar)

Bunny-like beings (The Show Stopper)

Mr. Brittle + Mrs. Brittle (The Rider)

Ornament beings (The Gift)

Balloon man

Dragor the Distractible

Princess Galactia

Princess Veronicron + Jim the Neon Knight

Gelatinous Bob animatronic + Joey Protozoa animatronic + drummer animatronic

Fleeblebort* + Marsha + the two hillbilly families

Flower-headed birds (The Good Deed)

35 screens featuring distinctive incidentals from previous episodes (The Fugitives, The Box, The Nice Guy, The Time Bomb, The Helper, etc.), including the furry slug man (from The Toddler and The Night Out)

Cloaked refugees

Brad Starlight + Remora (The Hot Shot) (I did spot about one or two other ladies from that episode in a crowd close up)

Chad

Hooded refugees

Surprise appearance by Wander and Sylvia, both of whom lead the Skullship (with Hater and Peepers inside) to crash into Andy’s desk

So there you have it.

Of course, I’ve yet to know exactly who would be on the formerly secret planet and climb aboard the Star Nomad. That’s why I wish to share this information with Craig McCracken himself and gather anything that only he and the crew would know. In case you haven’t guessed by now, he has an account on Bluesky. As long as the fandom thrives, we’ll learn something new about WOY in the future. What could be more exciting?

And with that, happy holidays!

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AFTG Febuwhump 2025 Masterlist

hello hello!!! now that we've reached the end of @febuwhump, i have compiled a list of all 28 fics i wrote for it!! thank you SO much to any of you who have already read/interacted with any of these fics, it has helped me push through to the finish line!!

I love so many of the ideas that I came up with so much, so I hope you do too :)

DAY 1: vocal chords - andrew losing his voice when he first starts taking his meds

DAY 2: holding back tears - dan, after learning that wymack is kevin's father

DAY 3: pinned down - kevin, after baltimore, telling andrew "you were always going to lose him"

DAY 4: hivemind - kevin's transition period after leaving the nest

DAY 5: not trusting reality - after losing neil in the binghamton, kevin doesn't believe that it's really him in baltimore

DAY 6: forced to stay awake - natalie shields (before she became renee walker)

DAY 7: alternate timeline self - seth wakes from a nightmare where he died and the world was better off without him

DAY 8: bleeding out - stefan (read: neil) just got shot

DAY 9: necromancy - jean brings kevin back to life

DAY 10: magic exhaustion - jean deals with the consequences of bringing kevin back to life

DAY 11: demonic possession - neil hears someone call andrew a psycho, and 'nathaniel' comes out to play

DAY 12: used as practice - aaron has to set allison's broken leg

DAY 13: “i don’t trust anyone else” - kevin convincing andrew to let him stay in palmetto

DAY 14: becoming the monster - andrew, writing the "fuck off" letter to aaron

DAY 15: icarus - kevin day, finding the courage to step out of riko's shadow

DAY 16: eaten alive - jean's grief for elodie consumes him

DAY 17: power instability - kevin's first time taking the court right-handed

DAY 18: living weapon - ichirou makes an amendment to his and neil's deal

DAY 19: death wish - jean was never going to text renee, but after january, he has nothing left to lose

DAY 20: “i did good right?” - seth was on the path to doing better

DAY 21: put on display - andrew and aaron's supervised first meeting

DAY 22: “grab the little one” - lola teaches nathaniel a lesson

DAY 23: gunshot wound - in the aftermath of being shot, abram struggles

DAY 24: forced to beg - wymack begs the palmetto state board to let him have dan and renee on his team

DAY 25: bound and gagged - allison's shame "gags" her

DAY 26: concealing an injury - aaron accidentally burns himself while cooking dinner. he makes sure andrew doesn't notice

DAY 27: post-victory collapse - upon making it to david wymack's doorstep in the aftermath of riko's attack, kevin immediately collapses

DAY 28: recovery - andrew gets aaron sober

if you guys decide to check any of these fics out, i hope you enjoy!! :)

[jymwahuwu]

I said I'm not interested in AU but this is what popped into my head… HSR retro AU. No more space technology.

Basically you are a college student 🙈🙈🙈 Depending on whether you are an extrovert or an introvert, you may go shopping and play with your friends during the holidays, have a party, or stay comfortably at home listening to music with MP3 and cassette tapes, or reading novels on the subway.

You use a bulky computer to click on the Windows XP system, and spend hours downloading music and opening chat software. Your MSN friends list is as follows:

Jing Yuan:

Your mysterious neighbor is much older than you. You have never understood what the Xianzhou Alliance is. It is said that he kept a lion named Mimi in the yard, but every time you passed by, you thought it was just a cute cat. He'll stuff you with sweets and prepare you milk and afternoon tea, giving you advice. Well, he can also write ancient poetry. You shamelessly gave this old man your homework.

(You lie on his lap and sleep, breathing quietly.)

Aventurine & Ratio:

These two live together, are also your neighbors, professors, friends... You are not sure what their relationship is, but they quarrel every day. Aventurine is a high-level executive in IPC. Every time you visit a department store, you will whisper in your heart that this is also an IPC. He takes the bill in your mailbox every month and pays it off, very weird. His car is the most talked about in the community.

Ratio is your college professor...he is very strict about grades and academic performance. You cursed him one time and he heard you and he took you back to the office for an OTK spanking...unfortunately, it was legal. You have since become his target in class...

Sunday & Robin:

They still have halos and wings, share the same MSN account, and even the same pager. They have no privacy from each other. They are well-known brothers and sisters of the Xipe Church. They are very popular and eye-catching, attracting people's attention wherever they go. So if you are an introvert, the difference is even more pronounced haha. But both of them will approach you, in the name of kindness, with a look of concern on their face. Robin picks out clothes for you and lends you homework to copy. In return, you agree to go to church on the weekend… and help her sell cookies at the church charity sale.

Sunday provides insight into your life and schedule in the name of "for your own good". You don't know why you wrote your schedule in a notebook for him… He shows up in front of your house and listens to music with you (using the same MP3 player). You share with him a few things you learned in the sex education class, and he says that he has signed the commitment card (you: ? what is this). Promise to remain chaste until marriage… That card has an inexplicable printed pattern, with a photo of a couple holding hands, leaving you speechless. But you don’t know why you signed this commitment card under his supervision…

Dan Heng:

Your nerdy college classmate, with dragon horns (don't ask me why). He reminds you of class and exam times and lends you notes, leaving you with the last piece of cake. You always tease him until he blushes and gets angry.

Dan Feng:

Dan Heng's brother. He seems to be very traditional. You haven't seen him much and you only added him as an MSN friend.

Blade:

The mysterious old man. He seems to have a grudge against Dan Feng and Dan Heng. One time you were playing cards with Yanqing and Dan Heng. He suddenly broke into the yard, said something incomprehensible and then started fighting with Dan Feng. This scared you to death. Kafka appeared to stop him. You added Kafka friends to avoid being attacked by Blade.

Kafka:

The mysterious woman who can control Blade. You don't know who she is, but she seems to know you well and be gentle to you.

Silver Wolf:

Your college classmate has designed several computer games and won many awards at a young age, and occasionally plays cards with you. For some reason, she is very close to Blade and Kafka.