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brokenpieces-72 · 1 month ago

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Hear me out. I can just tell that Johnny would be a great father given how he treated Spirit before he became the older brother.

Now here's where I'm going with this. Johnny finds baby kitsune in the rubble, the aftermath of a battle. And adopts the kitsune, because he could leave the poor little fox at an orphanage.

Thank you and have a great day.

Note: This takes place in the later future so by this point Spirit is older and a proper sergeant. Sadly Horangi and Konig aren't on the same base anymore, but still keep in touch.

Kit

TW: parental death, abusive parents, mentions of child abuse and endangerment

Johnny sniffed the site thoroughly swearing there was something in the rubble. Spirit was searching herself, keeping her ears alert to the faintest of noises. Both of their ears perked hearing the sound of crying. They rushed to the sound, Johnny finding the spot with his nose. Spirit shifted immediately, getting rid of the rubble efficiently. Johnny howled to alert the search and rescue teams. As soon as Spirit saw signs of limbs under support beams her heart sank. Her ears could only detect one heart beat. The wendigo lifted the beams, revealing a sad sight.

Two parents were curled and covering their little one who was crying and trembling. Johnny and Spirit stared, wide eyed. The team extracted the parents, but they had to move quick. The rubble was starting to crumble above Spirit. Johnny shifted to his half form, picking up the little one and getting out of the way. Spirit dropped the rubble while the team tended to the parents. It wasn’t looking good as Johnny returned to human form staring off. The one thing he hated about the job was knowing how many families ended up damaged if not broken. Spirit returned to human form, taking initiative to try and revive the parents.

You clung to Johnny, still sobbing, and gripping the shredded remains of his clothes. Johnny stared with little hope as Spirit did a quick assessment of the parents. Nothing was starting their hearts. He watched from a short distance holding you to his breast as Spirit looked between the parents, checking their pulses. Johnny knew the look Spirit gave him when she looked up. Johnny held you as still as possible while she came over to give you a quick check up.

Both spirit and Johnny hadn’t had much a chance to look over you. They’d met fox hybrids before but you special. Thankfully you were also okay but they had plenty of questions. One of your parents was a fox hybrid but not you. You had fox ears and a fox tail. You had nine tails in fact.

As Spirit put her stethoscope to your chest she tried to hush you. It wouldn’t be easy especially since you’d just had maybe the most traumatizing experience some your age could have. Johnny tried to hush you as well.

“Put them closer to your heart.” Spirit urged. Johnny snapped back to reality hearing his sister say that.

“What?” Johnny said. Spirit didn’t bother explaining, instead, helped Johnny carefully adjust his arms and you, so your little fox ears could detect his heart beat. Your soft ears flicked, tickling his chest, as they picked up on Johnny’s steady beat. It didn’t take much for your body to relax as your sobs subsided. There were still some tears but you settled better.

“The parents?” Johnny asked softly. Spirit shook her head.

“Sorry sir. ‘Fraid they didna make it.” Spirit reported.

“Right, have em taken back to base. We need to contact next of kin for this wee one.”

“Like me to take em?” Spirit offered. Johnny tried to give you to his younger sister but you tried to take the remains of his shirt with you.

“I think someone’s attached.” Johnny said.

You were shown your parents. You tried to wake them up, with Johnny taking you to them. You refused to let go of him since arriving to the base until you saw your parents. You whimpered, wanting them to wake up, with Spirit and Johnny nearby. Johnny never thought something like this could break him, especially when your wet eyes landed on his.

“Up?” You asked. Johnny hated this part, but what made it worse is you couldn’t more than a year old. Johnny shook his head, sadly.

“You can say good bye still.” Spirit said, trying to offer some comfort. You looked at them, got down to hug each of them. Johnny put a hand on his sister’s shoulder, seeing her struggle with the scene as well. You gave them both a bye-bye, sniffling, tears running down your face.

You went back to Johnny, putting your hands up for uppies. At this point Johnny wasn’t going to let you face something like this alone, even with Spirit taking charge. He picked you up and took you to Spirit’s office where she tried to get more information about your family. It would take time but next of kin would be found one way or another.

When you’re put down to rest, you don’t rest. Instead you find Johnny at a table playing poker. Johnny picks up your scent and turns to see you out of bed with the other’s taking notice. You get a little scared and hide behind the doorway, you little ears twitching.

“You’re supposed to be in bed.” Johnny said.

“This the one you found in the rubble?” You heard a gravelly voice say. There’s some quiet encouragement for a mask to be removed as Johnny gets up from the table, and takes you back to your room, laying you down. There’s still a sad expression.

“Try to sleep okay?” He said. It couldn’t be easy for someone so young. Johnny got up to leave but not before making sure your eyes were closed. That doesn’t stop you though as you make your way back to the rec room, with Spirit just joining the game herself.

“Uh Johnny, ya have a shadow.” She pointed out. Johnny looked back and is impressed you got out again. Once again he took you to your room and made sure you closed your eyes. This time he waited a bit but he also had a good hand to get back to so he didn’t wait for long. Nor did you, following him back to the table. Spirit noticed you just as Johnny was apologizing for needing to leave. She can’t help but smile at your determination, and started to laugh a little when Johnny noticed you again.

“Really?” Johnny asked you, while your tails just swayed behind you.

“Johnny they’re not going to sleep any time soon.” Spirit told him, getting up this time. You let her pick you up and she sat next to Johnny who played his hand. How Gaz got a royal flush again was bs as he groaned. You reached for Johnny in Spirit’s arms. She tried to keep you in her lap but you wanted Johnny.

“Johnny I’m sorry do you mind?” Spirit asked. Of course he didn’t. You sat in his lap very nicely and smiled down at you, with you looking up.

“Hello little bugger.” He said, making you giggle. God those ears were so cute! The cards were dealt again and Johnny checked his hand. Not great. You looked at the cards yourself. A ten, a queen, an eight and a five. Be lucky to get a pair. Getting rid of the queen and five might get him somewhere but the odds weren’t great. You pointed to his cards and Johnny moved them closer. “What should I get rid of?”

You actually pointed to the cards which caught him off guard. Okay the five and the eight then. Not a lot riding on it anyways. He laid down the cards and got dealt new one. Holy shit… no fucking way.

“In or out sunshine?” The dragon said.

“I’m in.” He said. When it was time to reveal he had a king, Jack, Queen and a ten. Next round he let you choose again, and you got him another good hand. How did that happen? After the third one she shook his head. He also got called out on it, with them thinking he was cheating. Instead he focused on you, noticing you start to nod off. He put your head to his heart again and the steady rhythm lulled you to sleep.

“Looking like a proper father.” Gaz commented seeing his fellow sergeant holding you.

“Don’t joke about that.” Johnny told him.

“No I see it to.” Spirit added. “They haven’t let go of you since coming here.”

“Yeah… it’s gonna hurt when their family comes to get them.” Johnny said. By the end of the night he carried you to your bed and laid you down, fast asleep. You were so small. So precious. Simon came up behind him looking over Johnny’s soldier.

“Cute eh?” Johnny said.

“Hm.” Simon said.

It’s maybe a week or so yet that you spend time with Johnny. Everywhere he goes you’re nearby. Spirit is close by as well if only to keep you from getting into mischief.

Johnny gives you uppies and you show him your drawings, and the things you find. It could be a cool rock or a feather or even a stick. Soap is there to sit and hear you talk about whatever you have to say about it. Honestly he just wants you to feel comfortable and safe. He can’t help but take a liking to you.

At one point while he was sitting down at a briefing you found yourself wandering inside. Johnny was next to Alejandro, both of their tails swaying at rest. You were mesmerized by the patterns on Alejandro’s and you knew how fluffy Johnny’s was. You reached up and grabbed the nagual tail, which made him jump mid explaination from Price.

“Que?!” Alejandro shouted before turning to see who the culprit was. You looked up at him with bright eyes and Johnny followed suit.

“How the hell did ya get in here?” Johnny asked, kind of impressed. No one heard you come in. You were a little startled by Alejandro and hurried over to clutch at Johnny’s tail. Johnny picked you up sighing.

“Ya can’t be sneaking up on people like that.” Johnny told you. You tried to ignore him, but he made sure you listened. “Aye, look at me. Look at me. You can’t be doing that. Don’t go grabbing tails that aren’t yours unless we say so? Got that?”

You nodded, learning your lesson. Price folded his arms, still impressed with what he was seeing. Not just the very sneaky one year old but Soap acting like a father. Johnny took notice of his captain’s attention.

“Sorry Sir.” He said you were sat in his lap. Price just continued to stare debating whether to keep going or have you taken out of the room. Just in case Johnny covered your ears so you couldn’t hear any secrets. Price just shrugged and rolled his eyes continuing with the briefing.

After that Alejandro did let you play with his tail but you always, always had to ask first. Spirit also made sure to take over the guardianship when Johnny needed to be in a meeting which you complied with. You understood that sometimes Johnny was busy or needed some time for himself. When Johnny did arrive to come see you, you would stop whatever you were doing and run straight to his leg, hugging him. Spirit couldn’t help but smile, seeing her brother act so much like a father.

Johnny introduced you to Simon. You hid at first, the mask and his aura making him very scary. Since you were young, Simon sat down on the floor and took the mask off for you. Your head tilted seeing all of the scars. You got up from Johnny’s lap and stepped over to him reaching for his face. He lowered his head to let you touch him. Your little finger traced the lines freely.

Your tails swayed as you smiled at him. Your arms went around his neck and he looked at Johnny who was trying not to die from adorable you were. Simon had a feeling he knew where this was going. He didn’t hate the idea, but he knew what it could mean. Not a bad thing. Not one bit.

Then you looked back at Johnny and pointed to him, looking at Simon expectantly. “Who’s that?”

“Soup.” You said. Johnny snickered at your attempt at his call sign but thought it was adorable. Simon then asked you what his name was. “Gust.”

Gaz stepped in to retrieve Ghost and Soap and you pointed at him and said, “Gas.”

“Nice try Kit.” Gaz told you. “Soup and gust, Bunny needs to talk to you.”

“I have good news and mostly bad news.” Spirit reported. Gaz was left with you to play with and Rudy was letting the cadejos out. The white one actually let you ride on its back.

“Why do I hate this already.” Simon sighed.

“Good news is, we’ve located Kit’s next of kin.” Spirit explained. There were strings attached and Johnny just let her continue. “Except they’re barred from adopting them.”

“Barred?” Johnny asked.

“I did a little research and Kitsunes hybrids are known for good fortune if not be associated with it. Their next of kin used to have some gambling issues, and are working on getting things set up to get custody over Kit.”

“Okay but that’s a good thing.” Johnny pointed out.

“Except it means that Kit either won’t have anyone to go to if they fail, and will be sent to an orphanage. Problem is sometimes fox hybrids are mistreated, and I can only imagine what would happen to a kitsune.” Spirit continued.

“What about the program?” Simon asked.

“Those programs aren’t exactly ideal, I know first hand.” Spirit reminded him. “To top it off, they’re meant for young adults and teenagers they can’t and won’t take a kid as young as Kit.”

“What does that leave us with?” Johnny asked.

“Not a lot.” Spirit sighed. It wasn’t the first time she’d had to make hard decisions like this but it was proving to be one of the hardest. “How are they coping?”

“Well enough.” Johnny assured her. With not much else to say Simon gave Spirit and Soap some time together. They didn’t get to see each other as much since she joined search and rescue. Johnny could tell his sister was upset as well. He pulled up a chair next to hers while she got to work on more research, looking for somewhere you could be placed safely.

“Aye pup… you’re doing your best.” Johnny told her.

“They’re just so young though. Lost their parents and now they’re on a base having to learn and grow so much faster.” Spirit said, getting choked up. Johnny hugged his sister, knowing how she felt.

You were learning more phrases and words as you continued to spend time with the other members of the task force. Some names you could pronounce no problem like Rudy and bunny. Others were easy enough for the others to understand like Soup, Gust, and Gas. Johnny’s favourite is when you see Price because you try so hard. You either say “day-gone” or just go “RAWR” while trying to impersonate a dragon. Price also finds it precious cause you’ll try to scare him with it.

During a full moon Simon took you out to see Johnny shift completely. He had a bit more control by now so the wolf approached you. Simon helped you get comfortable with Johnny, letting you pet him. You shied away a few times but gave a big smile. Johnny's wolf laid down for you and Simon let you approach on your own. He licked your face making you giggle. "Puppy!"

You shifted yourself, showing off your own tricks. Johnny isn't surprised, he sort of expected you could be a shifter. He touched his nose to yours and once you got his scent you started hopping around him. You definitely deserve a family of your own but what concerned him the most was the aftermath. Ear muffs, closed doors and quick showers kept you in the dark to the bad stuff on base.

You're a kid though. You don't deserve to deal with adult shit yet. He moved closer, when you started to climb on Johnny, not wanting you to fall off. You turned back into a human and scooted yourself closer to Johnny's head, before laying down and wrapping your arms around his neck. You ended up falling asleep on top of him.

"It's not a good idea to send the kid over here anyway." Horangi pointed out. Spirit looked up from her papers to the video call on the laptop. She'd contacted Horangi, hoping he may be able to point her in a good direction. That and to say hi to König. Sadly there was more to be worried about then finding some place to take you in until your next of kin could reapply for custody.

"How do you mean?" Spirit asked.

"There's a reason Kitsune hybrids are relatively rare. In countries like China and Japan they are considered morally ambiguous, but in Korea they are highly considered evil. They're often the last to be adopted from what I've heard, if they're adopted at all. Some might even go too far." Horangi explained, not wanting to elaborate, not that he needed too. Spirit sighed, disheartened. Spirit checked her mug to see if there was anything in it for the fifth or tenth time, and was yet again disappointed. "Sorry kid, I know it doesn't really help."

"No it does. It tells me where not to send them." Spirit said, crossing out every shelter and orphanage in Korea on her list.

"I need to head out, Leo wants to do some sparring tonight." Horangi said, stretching in his chair.

"Oh is that all?" Spirit teased. Horangi smug grin told her exactly what kind of sparring those two would be up to. "Good night."

Spirit sat back and flipped through the pages listing the the systems and charities she had contacted and researched. She rubbed her eyes just as Price stepped inside.

"Sergeant how long have you been in here?" Price asked, concern in his voice.

"Too long and with many hours to go." Spirit said. Price came over, and noticed the empty mug wondering how long it had been since a refill. He should've guessed she would take something like this personally. Hell, she took almost every case personally when it came to relocating little ones. This case just hit a little closer to home.

"Sergeant, report to the mess hall, you need to eat something. After that take a rest. The will is being reviewed to find god parents, and that little minx isn't going anywhere." Price said. Spirit nodded, her eyes drifting closed as he spoke. Price offered her his arm to lead her there.

"Kit? Kit!" Johnny called, but tried to keep his voice down. He looked away for one minute and suddenly you vanished! If he couldn't find you, Spirit would kill him. Hell, he was giving himself grief for losing you.

Out of the corner he notices some familiar tails behind a crate. Oh thank goodness. He came over and looked behind the crate. Then POOF! Gone. Johnny's brain needs a minute to realize what happened. Definitely should have read the file on Kistunes. Okay, so he had to follow your scent then. That he could do.

Johnny was led out to the hallway, following your scent. You had to be somewhere. Of course your scent would lead him to his little sister though. Johnny went very quiet as Spirit stared him down. She didn't say anything but looked at him expectantly. "Pup I can expla-"

"Johnny?" Spirit said. Johnny turned and saw his sister, exhausted and Price next to her. Wait... how was she there? She was right in front of him. Johnny looked back and instead of his sister he found you, with a big proud grin on your face. That explained why Spirit didn't quite smell like herself.

"Got you got you!" You chimed as Johnny scooped you up.

"Yeah ya did ya rascal." Johnny teased, tickling your belly. Spirit and Price watched as Johnny gave you a small talk about being more careful when using your abilities. He doesn't want you getting into stuff you shouldn't. Spirit was certainly more at ease, knowing that at the very least you were in good hands. Before leaving for the mess hall, she gave Johnny the kitsune file.

You'd been there for maybe a month or so now. No god parents but the next of kin got enough yellow tape cut to get custody. Johnny should be relieved, and he was, but it was sad to see you go. It didn't stop him from spending plenty of time with you. Actually most of the team does when they can. Alejandro lets you play with his tail while going pver paperwork and the white cadejo doesn't mind horsey rides. You would ask Gaz for uppies when he was holding you, which meant you wanted to fly. No more than maybe three feet. Price gave in to your scare attempts to humour you. You made Ghost a new mask, which he only wore on base. Spirit looked after you anytime Johnny couldn't, and took you on small hikes and exploring the surrounding environment.

You're told in advance, a few times so then it won't be too much of a shock. The first time you were told you hugged Johnny and said "dada". Spirit couldn't remember the last time she'd seen a hurt smile on her brother's face. “Nah. Not dada. If you want though I’ll come visit ya.”

By this point Spirit had made sure you had some clothes, and a few things of your own to take with you the same as she had. Johnny came to help pack your things and you give him a small plushie you were found with. Johnny put it in your pack and you took it out, holding it up to him. Johnny tried to refuse, but you started to make a fuss. It would be nice to have something close for himself. Something to remember you by. He ruffled your hair thanking you for it.

“Johnny?” Spirit said poking her head in. Johnny’s smile held strong, despite knowing what was coming next. You knew as well. You had to say good bye but you didn’t want to. Johnny was adamant on trying to kick and scream your way out of it though. Instead you tugged the hand still on your head and tried to dragged him with you. Your feet just skidded across the floor, while Johnny rolled his eyes.

"Alright," Johnny said, standing up, "I'll come see ya off."

Johnny held your hand and carried the little back pack of your stuff. The little toy was riding in his pocket. You walked outside with him, wanting to stop a few times. You didn't want to say good bye. You do a couple times, trying to go back to the base. Johnny reminded you that everything would be fine, and that he would still come visit when he could. This wasn't good bye forever. There are tears, but you continue on, following Spirit to your new guardians.

When you got outside Spirit spoke with two adults, claiming to be your aunt and uncle. The two people looked familiar but something wasn't right. Johnny gave them the bag with your things in it. Then he noticed something odd. You were squeezing his hand, tightly. When he looked down at you, you were staring at the two strangers who were getting a briefing of the details from Spirit. They were trying to move her along, nodding and trying to get her to cut to the chase. Spirit kept glancing over at you, interrupting herself as she tried to get her points out to the guardians. These two were familiar, but not in a good way. You remembered shouting, but not much else. A few flashes of your parents getting into a fight with them.

"It's all...um..." Spirit finally looked at you and saw your wide eyes, about to hand over the file containing your information. Johnny was tensed as well, not liking how the interaction was going. Suddenly the file was taken from Spirit's hand, before she could give it to them.

"Come on sweetie, let's take you home now." The woman said. She reached for your hand but you shook your head. "I know you don't want to say good bye, but they have work to do. Now let's go."

You barked at the woman, ears flattening and your tails are up and straight. You were bearing your fangs too. Despite her initial surprise the woman maintained her sweet facade. "Sweetie I know it's hard but-"

"This is getting silly, y/n, come. We shouldn't be bothering these people anymore." The male said, his voice more firm. You growled at him, and when the woman tried to reach for you, you snap at her hand. Her partner didn't like that, storming over. "Y/N! You don't bite people! Especially your aunt!"

The man took your arm by force, wrenching it out of Johnny, who only let go to not hurt you. Your 'uncle' had a tight grip, but Johnny's was tighter. Johnny got hold of your uncle's arm, and didn't hesitate to squeeze, staring him down. Johnny spoke slowly. "Let. Go. Now."

The man did, and so did Johnny while the woman tried to plead with you to go with them nicely, her words turning colder and her tone, more frantic. Spirit wasn't having it, and her suspicions about your elevated heart rate were proven true when you hid behind Johnny's leg. Johnny picked you up, and you wrapped your arms around his neck tightly, while the two humans started to make frantic excuses. Spirit asked them to come inside the base, requesting them to look over the custody papers to ensure everything was signed correctly. Johnny was grateful for you looking away, because when they tried to weasel their way out of going inside, Spirit lifted her poncho just enough to show her side arm.

The humans were in fact your aunt and uncle, but it turned out your parents had fled from them when you were born. Your aunt and uncle didn't take kindly to the fact you were a kitsune. For the rest of the day you clung to Johnny, and he went about his day waiting until the humans were properly arrested and dealt with. Spirit told him when it was safe to leave the room.

Bright side, you were safe and two nut cases were completely barred from any foster/adoption system. Down side, Spirit had to find a placement for you and there were very few she felt comfortable sending you to. Throughout the day Johnny took you around, wanting to calm you down. Anytime he tried to set you down, you would start shouting no. Johnny found himself pacing and holding you to his heart beat yet again, if only to lay you down for a nap. Poor thing.

When Johnny finally did he came out to find Gaz who recognized the slow closing door. Kyle heard what happened, the whole team did. He kept his voice down to not wake you. “How are they?”

“They’re scared. Poor thing.” Johnny said. He pinched the bridge of his noise, leaning back against the wall. Lost your parents, raised on a base and then reunite with an aunt and uncle who were convinced you were a demon. Johnny tried to focus on the happier moments, while Kyle went with him to get something to eat. You were younger than Spirit when she first arrived, but you were so brave. Intelligent for your age but he learned it was to be expected with kitsune hybrids. Kyle pulled Johnny’s mind out of the rut it was in.

“What’s that?” Kyle asked pointing to Johnny pocket. Johnny looked down noticing he hadn’t returned the toy to you. He took it out, and stared at it, stopping in his tracks. It wasn’t very big, fitting in his palm easily. It was one of the few things you had on you, aside from your own clothes. Thinking about it, Johnny realized it was the only thing you had that belonged to you. Yet you wanted him to have it. He thought back to you calling him dada. It felt good hearing that.

“The only thing they had.” Johnny said answering Kyle’s question. Kyle knew that look on Johnny’s face, and he should have guessed this would happen. He smiled at Johnny.

When you woke up, Johnny was sitting next to your bed. He handed you the plushie back, but you wouldn’t have it. “I don’t need it.”

“For you.” You insisted. Johnny smiled.

“Kit, do you like it here?” Johnny asked. You thought about it and nodded.

“You want a family?” Johnny asked. Again you nodded.

“Can I be your family?” Johnny asked. You got on your knees and reached up to hug him around the neck. You nuzzled into his shoulder and Johnny just laughed. Then he heard you mumble, “dada” into his neck, your tails swishing around.

“Yeah Kit. I’ll be your dada. May not always be around, but I’ll do my best.” Johnny said.

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intheholler · 5 months ago

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brought up in the rolling hills of greater appalachia, there were scarce times, there were good times, and there were rough times. just like anywhere else. but at all times there was hope and community, no matter the circumstance.

as many negative things as i hear about the place i live and as many experiences i have had that align with such criticisms, there were a thousand more instances where i was blessed with an enchanting, community enriched childhood. i will never forget or under-appreciate the closeness of neighbors despite our long lengths from one another.

what i mean to say is, appalachia, they could never make me hate you.

my Daddy is a pastor and my Mama the most down to earth pastor’s wife to walk this sweet, dark-soiled land we are so blessed to live on. even though my father and i don’t always get along, my mother and i are and will forever be the most kindred of spirits. through her wit, her will, and her wisdom, many traditions of appalachia have been passed down to me.

your porch ceiling best be haint blue, and you had better never close another person’s pocket knife. always gift a hand-quilted or crocheted blanket at every baby shower you ever attend. sprinkling salt at every doorway while squeaking out a hushed and hastened prayer for protection.

even those are just a few traditions that i can credit to my culture and my mother who instilled it in me. and that installation is so incredibly important. so as not to lose our rich, beautiful, and complex history.

the first rumblings, the soft spot

an important experience that i would argue helps many appalachian children to realize their culture and heritage is when they, for the first time, listen in to the kitchen talk among cousins. how Papaw can’t read so well because he never got to finish up school and why Uncle Rick got this new job manufacturing cars. how Meemaw lost her baby to scarlett fever and how Miss Deretta down the road worked at the children’s home where your cousin Thomas got dropped off in a cardboard box after a flood that demolished the apartments uptown. slowly, piece by piece, your young mind starts to understand the ebb and flow of unspoken community support. the gentle hand holding taking place through the entire mountain range. the interwoven families that aren’t any kin.

running interference

as you grow up, unfortunately, the world seeps in, slow and clever as a fox in the hen house. making your own out to be some sort of gnawing hillbilly that don’t know their ass from grass. and suddenly when someone asks where you’re from you’re ashamed to admit it. the only thing that you and friends talk about is getting out and seeing new places, away from the parents and the gossip pew of your respective churches. on friday night you all meet up in the Dollar General parking lot and carpool to your school’s football game so that you can shout wildly inappropriate cheers at the rival of the night from the student section. you run into Mrs Connor while washing your hands in the restrooms behind the stadium and when she tells you vibrant stories of your Pa in high school, skipping for deer hunting season along with half of the class of ‘68, you appreciate her. and you don’t know it, but every interaction like that, grows your mountain heart bigger, making more room for story after story.

one of my friends is now engaged to the man who was their starting quarterback. the two of them are the sweetest of couples. the world is perfectly small here.

weeks-long revival and a singing every night

after an innocent turned passionate kiss in your church crush’s car, you find space on the pew with the rest of your youth group, leaving room for jesus, of course. Aneoumes (an-nay-mus, unique name, i know) the church Dulcimer player brings out his fine jnstrument with Mrs Dorothy, the pianist and the previously mentioned Mrs Connor on the organ to do their own mesmerizing renditions of When the Roll is Called up Yonder, I’ll Fly Away, The Gloryland Way, Mansion Over the Hilltop, He Set me Free, Heaven’s Jubilee, and the baptist favorite, Amazing Grace making for a beautiful night of harmony among voices. anymore you weren’t sure what you believed (not that you dared to tell a soul, or even say it out loud) but you knew good and well that church brought people together and helped those in need, and both of those were things you could get on board with. of course the politics were messy, but you could mostly keep your lips sealed. your home church certainly did more to feed the hungry than the government officials who were supposedly all libbed up, or at least that is what they’d pushed.

suddenly, this place didn’t seem so bad. you were worn smack out but only because of the late company, which you certainly didn’t mind in exchange for a typical night of hot, early sleep. when you got home Todd Lee your neighbor was still cutting hay and so the putputput of his tractor lulled you off to sleep. he told you “it keeps the sugar in, seeing’s that it’s nice and cool out in the dark” he had told you when you let him know that his lively tractor sounds put you at peace every night.

something about this place felt more special, fonder, than what you had understood in your younger teen years.

the first leaving

your dad received a stimulus check during the pandemic and decided to go visit his aunt Barbara on the northeast coast. being away from home a whole week felt like a pig being gutted and packed, still warm in the patties. it was awful. every night you cried, holding your younger siblings who did the same, no one here smiled or talked to you and the rain didn’t smell right, the food was bland and blended all together in taste, worst of all there was nowhere to be that wasn’t covered in concrete and where there was, you had to pay for access. when the mountains finally came back into sight, your heart leaped and tears fell from your eyes. that moment was as close to divine intervention as you’d felt since your baptism. gratitude overwhelmed your senses and you thanked jesus for being born where you were. where people were friendly and food was good and friends were close and everything was wide open.

for a moment you wondered if when David wrote “The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures. He leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul.” if he too was experiencing the peace of returning home after a tumultuous time away.

the second leaving and the enthusiastic return

now, you’re headed off to college. it grips at your heart that you won’t be with the supportive community around you that you’ve always had. but this time the leaving makes sense. you’ll educate yourself on how to teach and help others, you’ll take extra, unnecessary classes on heritage and both cultural and natural history. upon your return you get to take all that hurt from being away and pour back into the place that has loved you so well. and you get to be the next generation to tell your own kiddos to keep the haints from their houses and their hands to the knives in their own pockets.

hopefully your loving will look a bit different, cast a wider net so that those kids who weren’t as lucky as you feel accepted in the community of people around them.

most importantly when you return with your degree and your license to teach, you can instill pride in those children, let them know that these lush hills and woods and creeks and mountains they call home really are some of the most wonderful places this world has to offer up. encourage them to believe that professional speaking is not removed from their dialect but rather in their clarity of conveyance. uplift the idea that time spent with family and friends, neighbors and strangers alike is to be valued. and most importantly in my book, teach them to appreciate the stories they are told, to remember them whether mentally or by doing some manual record keeping. our stories are our testaments to the fulfilling life that can be lived here. and the stories of our neighbor may have a great impact in our thinking.

what i’m trying to say is, appalachia, they could never make me hate you.

(i got totally carried away, sorry it’s so long)

#love letters to appalachia #i was crying so hard reading this i had to keep stopping cause i couldnt see HA #lord almighty #i have so much to say because i felt nearly every word of this but i dont even know where to begin #thank you for getting carried away actually. please dont apologize #appalachia they could never make me hate you <3 #fav #appalachia #appalachian culture #asks

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mwolf0epsilon · 8 months ago

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Forceful Intervention AU - Masterpost

After some new developments within the canon itself, plus some thoughts on certain characters and their story arcs having changed, I've decided that the Forceful Intervention Verse needed some refurbishing.

There's a lot that's changed and some things that will stay the same. That said, a lot of the Our Bonds are Forged in the Stars series fics are now technically defunct as they don't 100% fit the story anymore, but @lost-on-kamino's A Different View fic is still valid and their writing is great, so I'd give it a read!

All AU Info under the cut!

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Summary: For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. For every choice a consequence. In one universe, a series of actions and choices slowly doomed an entire kin to extinction, leaving only three brothers to deal with the guilt and grief until their very last breath. But in another universe, a slightly different outcome leads to the surviving clones getting a chance that would have otherwise been stolen from them.

(Note: The overall timeline is nodded at via the eras in which each storyline takes place. The storylines themselves are not presented in order and can actually happen simultaneously due to some plot points overarching.)

--Story Arcs--

-Clone Wars Era-

A Marshal Commander's Cautionary Tale - Prior to Fox being appointed as the head of the Coruscant Guard, his temporary predecessor begins to notice shady happenings involving Palpatine and the Republic's overall corrupt government. Throughout the course of several weeks while Fox transitions from a position of battlefield command to stationary bureaucracy, Sturm uncovers the Sith Master's plot against the Jedi and ends up not only being silenced for it, but also becomes a cautionary tale that serves to keep in line the newly promoted Marshal Commander of the Guard.

Sturm's Legacy - After his betrayal of the GAR and apprehending on Christophsis, Slick ends up being surrendered into the custody of the Senate Bureau of Intelligence under the pretense of being interrogated for information. In reality, Palpatine merely tossed Slick at the feet of his more bloodthirsty underlings, so that they could do with him whatever they pleased and be somewhat appeased by the Chancellor's "most graceful generosity". Tortured for several days and then thrown out with the trash, Slick is found and rescued by a few Guard patrolmen, and his horrific treatment sparks the seeds of rebellion in Fox and his men.

Ponds Survives - By sheer dumb luck and a few inches, Aurra Sing's shot does not kill Ponds as intended. Left permanently blind and with a traumatic brain injury, Mace Windu's loyal commander is permanently relegated to the Jedi Temple in an effort to keep him out of Kamino's radar while he adapts to his new circumstances. This later affects the outcome of Operation Nightfall, as Ponds manages to help coordinate the evacuation of several Jedi, younglings and important documents out of Imperial space (ultimately preserving a part of the teachings, but not being able to save the Jedi Order itself from being eradicated).

The CG Recovery Program for Wayward Brothers - Through Fox's meticulous planning, clones of various battalions that have been slatted for decommission are pulled into the Coruscant Guard for safeguarding. They are either given new numbers/designations (in the hopes to keep them away from further scrutiny), or are spirited away to secret housing within the deeper levels of Coruscant that have been essentially lost to time.

D22 the "Rookie" - During a heavily publicized mockery of a trial, after realizing that the Chancellor planned to use a heavily traumatized Dogma as a scapegoat for the entire incident on Umbara, Fox orchestrates an elaborate rescue mission that involves a bit of smoke, a few mirrors and an obscene amount of fake blood. Tricking the entire Republic and GAR into believing the rookie sergeant was killed in a prison riot ends up being much more easy than anticipated, especially when the best position for him ends up being one of constant surveillance (After all, who in their right mind that wants to stay under the radar, would even dare to become the Coruscant Guard's archivist?).

Cats in Strange Places - There's something odd about the steadily increasing number of stray tookas and loth cats, that keep cropping up in places where the Jedi and clones have been. One cat in particular seems to be in multiple places at once, something which doesn't appear to surprise the Coruscant Guard whom seem familiar with this particular feline.

Seeds of Doubt - Prior to escaping prison, Boba's negative perspective of the clones begin to shift as he learns more about them through observation and brief interactions with the Coruscant Guard. Caught between a desire to preserve the memory of his father and his longing to have a family, the renegade clone's drive for revenge slowly becomes the foundation for his future as the Daimyo of Tatooine.

Resource Management - Palpatine gathers test subjects (MIA & supposedly KIA clones) to use in his personal experiments. These various projects serve to look into achieving immortality, to test ancient forms of Sith alchemy, and/or to test the usefulness of recovered artifacts. Many are given to Dr. Hemlock to use in his own projects (including high profile clones from certain battalions), while others are used in Palpatine's own personal experiments.

-Post Order 66-

Clone Resistance Story Arc

Echo and Rex cut ties with CF99 - After the loss of Tech, Echo and Hunter's relationship becomes extremely strained, which leads to longer and longer periods of absence between Echo and the squad. Even after Omega and Crosshair escape from Tantiss, both Echo and Rex slowly begin to permanently part ways with CF99 (seeing as Echo no longer feels welcomed or respected, and Rex cannot afford to stop all rescuing efforts when things are beginning to heat up on their end). Agreeing that it is in everyone's best interest to formally cut ties (rather than force one another to do something they don't want to do), the two groups simply move on with their lives. While 3/4 of CF99 are not pleased with this choice (with Omega being especially upset about it), Hunter is content to focus on giving Omega a better life after everything she's gone through.

The Smuggler & the Dove - Rex establishes a clone smuggling network with the help of two ex-GAR members, so as to more efficiently track down and transport scattered clone stragglers that not even the Empire managed to gather on Tantiss, or that had escaped from the Imperial research base during CF99's rescue of Omega. Both Mae and Dove seem to have personal reasons to want in on this operation, while also having secrets of their own that they keep hidden well away from the clone captain.

The AI Conscience Program - While on a recon mission, Echo discovers some very unusual classified data within an Imperial research vessel. A few weeks of unexplained symptoms and bouts of sleepwalking after accidentally downloading more than just the research files later, Echo's two new "guests" (AI copies of Fives and Tup created for unknown purposes) make themselves known and embark on a quest to acquire bodies of their own.

Forgive and Forget - During a high-stakes mission with Rex, a run in with Fox proves disastrous, when a rather violent altercation breaks out between Echo and the ex-Marshal Commander of the Guard. An altercation that ends with the three of them captured by opportunistic slavers. Despite past transgressions and some bitterness, Fox does everything in his power to get Rex and Echo out of the mess they landed themselves in. And, through being forced to work together, some past misunderstandings and awful truths come to light.

The Failsafe - Echo and Dove are both captured after a mission goes terribly wrong. While Dove is taken away to forcefully take part in an Inquisitorium-funded experiment, Echo is pulled away to be tortured for information. Unwilling to give away any intel that may jeopardize the clone resistance, Echo resorts to a failsafe he had Tech install into his neural relay in case of his potential capture. This failsafe turns out to be a mind-wipe that leaves him with amnesia, but no less capable of escaping his captors via a hastily stolen supply ship.

Cody Wakes Up - Having been used as a prototype for the Dark Trooper project, Cody ends up as a withdrawn semi-mechanical shadow of his former self. However, upon being selected to serve as a warden for Dove while she is experimented on, Cody slowly has his humanity reawakened by her insistent kindness. Thirsty for both revenge and freedom, the cyborg commander unleashes all hell upon the research station and manages to rescue both himself, Dove, and the results of her experimentation.

Epifania Story Arc

The Great Coruscanti Escape - Several Coruscant Guard members who's chips didn't activate, begin the arduous task of escaping the heart of the Empire by all means necessary. Many fail along the way, but others refuse to give in. Even if their GAR brothers seem to have forsaken them completely.

The Archivist and the Communications Officer - Dogma emerges from the isolation of the CG Archives long after Order 66 was given out. Startled and very confused by the state of things, he manages to reunite with Rhythm and the both of them escape Coruscant together in search of somewhere safe to lay low.

The New Sheriff in Town - After landing on the rather quaint (and hard to find) planet of Epifania, Dogma and Rhythm accidentally find themselves in the middle of a dispute between the small town of Bakkskrash and a gang of thugs. A dispute that ends with the leader of said gang dead by Dogma's hands, the daughter of the town mayor safe from danger, and a shiny sheriff's badge in Dogma's possession. Neither Rhythm nor Dogma know how they ended up in this position but it might as well happen.

The Guard Remnant - After becoming the new law enforcers for the small town of Bakkskrash, Sheriff Dogma and Deputy Rhythm discover that they are not the only clones who've chosen Epifania as a safe place to hide. Reunited with the Guard Remnant (a small group of Guardsmen that managed to escape Coruscant by the skin of their teeth), the duo take it upon themselves to both maintain order in their new home, as well as help the others find their places within the community.

The Lost Children of Mandalore - Epifania's rich history as a safe haven is slowly revealed, when the Guard Remnant is introduced to the various ancient Mando clans that dwell on the planet. Known as the Lost Children of Mandalore, these clans (many lineages spanning back to the Old Republic era) are not only the last remnants of Mandalorian culture that has been lost to time and New Mandalorian creed, but also more than eager to accept the clones as their own due to their heritage and compatible code of honor.

Wilhelm and the Ghost Archivist - The ever present and peacefully dormant Wilhelm, protector of Epifania, awakens from his centuries long nap to welcome a new archivist into his expansive halls. Surrounded by the unending knowledge of many a millennia past, Tech's restless spirit finds both peace and purpose keeping track and documenting all ongoing galactic affairs.

Little Tulpa - A visit from the ever cantankerous Sponge leaves Dogma with a responsibility he never considered he'd ever be confronted with: That of parenthood. Perhaps raising an innocent little tubie will do the reluctant Sheriff of Bakkskrash some good? And perhaps the presence of a young child will ease the pain of the Guard Remnant who's own childhoods were stolen from them.

Of Unexpected Reunions & Mixed Feelings - After traveling with Mae for a while on their journey to create new better bodies for themselves (or at least better than the two BD Units they'd hijacked), the AI copies of Fives and Tup are unexpectedly reunited with Dogma. Mae proposes to the sheriff that he help her create Replica Droids for the two AIs to claim as their own bodies, through the simple donation of a DNA sample so that the two could more easily acclimate to their new corporeal forms. An idea that (due to years of unaddressed trauma and bitterness) Dogma promptly rejects, much to the horror of Fives and Tup who do not understand why their brother would deny them this chance so easily.

The Sulu Ra Chronicles - An old nightmare rears his ugly head back into Dogma's life, threatening to uproot everything he's built for himself, his young son and his brothers. Some tests are merely of the mind. Others are physical chores of herculean nature. Sulu Ra and his machinations and twisted experiments prove to be both, especially when it comes to how willing his intended target's allies are to keep him out of the Mad Cloner of Kamino's grasp.

Upgrading Echo - The amnesiac Echo's escape pod somehow manages to get past Epifania's vast meteor field, and crash-lands near one of the many Mandalorian settlements. Scared, confused and unsure who to trust, Echo becomes a bit of a local cryptid until he is finally captured and dragged to the only medic in the area: Sponge. Helping heal wounds and medical issues that have gone untreated for far too long is only half the battle. Upgrading some of his cybernetic prosthetics another quarter of the battle. The true challenge is helping the once proud ARC trooper regain his memories and sense of community...

Synthetic Genetics - After overcoming many trials and tribulations (many of them extremely emotionally tolling), both Echo and Dogma reach a point where they are willing to reconcile their relationships with Fives and Tup, and allow for Mae to use their DNA samples to be taken and used to create Replica Droids to house the two AI consciences.

Final Stand at the Farmstead - A notoriously violent group of slavers makes its way into Epifania and begins to terrorize the local towns in search of easy merchandising. Upon discovering the Sponge Clan's farmstead, a brutal battle ends in tremendous sacrifice for a clone medic and their four legged companion, as well as the unification of the many clans of the Lost Children of Mandalore who declare any enemy of the clones as their own enemy. Epifania becomes an official sanctuary planet for clones.

Fox's Warpath Story Arc

A Twist of Fate - Having witnessed the deaths of several of his Guard brothers and had his neck snapped by Vader, Fox feels like his time (and what little luck he ever had) has inevitably run out. Much to his horror however, an old ally stumbles across him and decides to lend an unwelcome helping hand. Forced to live despite having no real desire to carry on, Fox wanders aimlessly from planet to planet while trying to come to terms with all his past failures.

A Stumble in the Dark - After accidentally crash-landing on Epifania, a severely injured Fox stumbles across a water well and passes out from exhaustion after drinking his fill. He is woken up quite rudely when Dogma literally trips over him, while on his daily trip to collect water for the town of Bakkskrash. Fox is thusly reunited with what is left of his family.

Live, says the Ferryman - Despite his body being on the mend and having been reunited with his Guard brothers, Fox's despondent and withdrawn nature begins to worry several people. Recognizing where his depression might be leading him to, an entity that has grown quite fond of the clones (especially the Coruscant Guard) decides to give the lost commander some sense of direction. Sometimes the best revenge starts out with living well out of pure spite.

Fox the Bounty Hunter - Having overcome the stagnant cycle of self-pity and apathy he'd trapped himself in, Fox decides to do something about the Guardsmen still trapped within Palpatine's grasp. While gaining some prestige as a bounty hunter simply known as Rosso Vulpes, Fox enacts the second and third stages of his revenge by rescuing brothers that Rex's clone resistance has overlooked, as well as killing past abusers that had once crushed the Coruscant Guard under their heel.

The Clone Scrapheap - Several months after Tantiss's fall, Fox manages to locate one of Hemlock's private shuttles that seems to be traveling the galaxy seemingly on autopilot. Boarding the ship, Fox not only discovers what has happened to many brothers who were unaccounted for during the liberation of Tantiss, but also comes to a terrible realization over who is unwittingly commandeering the ship and its twisted experiments.

Operation: Delta Squad - After being promised valuable information that would speed up his imperial clone liberation mission, Fox agrees to work with a remorseful Scorch (who was rescued from the ruins of Tantiss but left physically disabled by his encounter with CF99) in locating the rest of his squad (who were being used as ransom by Hemlock to keep him in line prior to the destruction of the research facility). Tracking down the remainder of Delta Squad proves to be a bit of a challenge, but it's a mission that comes with a much welcomed surprise in the end.

Falling with Style - After four years of agonizing search, blood, sweat and tears (many of which were spent tracking down, rescuing and relegating forgotten or abandoned clones to new housing), Fox finally finds the two brothers he's wanted to free the most: Thire and Alpha-17, the only remaining vode still under Imperial control. Knowing fully well that this will be his very last mission, Fox gives it his all to save his ex-Guard kih'vod and the closest thing he ever had to a buir. While victory is sweet and the return to Epifania is celebrated, Fox has very little time remaining. His wounds are much too severe this time.

Rebirth of the Soul: The Candlelit Fox - Having fulfilled the purpose he gave himself, enjoyed what little he could live as a free soul, and watched his family both heal and thrive in their adopted home-world, Fox feels content enough with all he's achieved to let his ailing body draw final breath. A visit from the Ferryman of Epifania offers him a chance to leave a much more long lasting legacy. Fox passes on, and from his ashes rises Vela the Traveler, a fledgling Force Entity and patron saint of lost wandering souls.

-Rebels Era-

Force Wound Story Arc

The Thing in the Storm - After the Tribunal's grave-site was disturbed by Vader's dark presence, a powerful Force Wound forcefully tethered to the realm of the living the countless restless spirits of those who'd died in the crash. Confused, in pain and terrified, the amalgamated 332nd Company began to hunt down the one they believed was responsible for their abandonment and agony (Rex).

King Hunt - Long after Rex tried to run his Clone Resistance and eventually settled down on Seelos with Wolffe and Gregor, the amalgamated 332nd Company had spent years trying to lure the captain with elaborate distress messages. Those unfortunate enough to heed the call were consumed by the ravenous Force Anomaly, which only lost more of its humanity the more lifeforms it assimilated into itself. Well into the full swing of the conflict between the Rebellion and the Empire, Thing in the Storm manages to finally find a way off its moon-prison, bringing the hunt for the "traitorous king" to the wider galaxy.

Force Bleed - As the Thing in the Storm grows stronger and more bloodthirsty, its presence begins to be noticed by both still active clones and anyone who has been touched by the Force. Having recently been reunited with Omega after she'd joined the Rebellion, both Echo and Dove sense the impending danger that is actively seeking out Rex, and decided to embark on a journey to warn the captain of the violent storm that is brewing in the horizon.

The Storm Approaches - Dove, Echo and Cody manage to locate and reunite with Rex, who's been lured out into a snowy planet very similar to the moon where the Tribunal crashed. The similarities do not go unnoticed by the captain, who is uneasy throughout his trek trying to figure out what brought him to such a desolate planet with no real signs of life to be seen. Realizing this is an elaborate trap, Dove finds the group some shelter before a massive storm-front hits their location. Then a most perilous game of cat and mouse truly begins.

A Friend in the Dark - After dodging several ambushes and attacks from the incomprehensible abomination hiding within the storm, the group gets rescued by a familiar mercenary who may have been trying to unsuccessfully heal the horrific wound in the Force that the restless spirits of the 332nd Company have become. Zed warns the group that the Thing in the Storm is not at fault for its own actions (as they are a victim of terrible circumstances), but that if any further attempts to bring them to reason fail to work they will have no other choice but to destroy it to prevent any more damage to be done to the Force itself.

Jesse Wakes Up - Now knowing the true identities of the Thing in the Storm, a guilt-ridden Rex decides to give himself up to appease the monster his brothers have become. Dove, Cody and Echo do not agree to this plan however, and convince Rex to instead try to talk things out. Initially this does not prove fruitful, as the amalgamated 332nd are so consumed by their collective fear and anger that they immediately lash out. But, as the group tries time and time again to reach out and calm them, Jesse's consciousness begins to reawaken within the abomination.

A Monster at their Side - After regaining full control of his senses and then reigning in the rest of the terrified souls that form their amalgamated form, a repentant Jesse begs Rex for forgiveness over what transpired on the Tribunal. After being told of what truly went down on the day Order 66 rang out, Jesse decides to join the Rebellion as both an intelligence officer and potential assassin (as his new abilities as an eldritch abomination make him an ideal infiltration unit). He hopes that by doing some good, he will be able to make up for all the pain and chaos he and the rest of the 332nd caused as the Thing in the Storm.

-Sequels Era-

The Auction - Aoife a semi-omniscient gal completely out of her element, is tossed into a rather unexpected misadventure when she stumbles upon a black market auction that has a rather pricey and rare treasure among many stolen goods: A clone trooper frozen in carbonite. Unwilling to just let this slide, Aoife reluctantly bites off more than she can chew in her attempt to do the right thing.

A Colossal Conundrum - Having managed to successfully thaw out Hardcase (a clone that should very much not be alive) and explained to him that he has woken up 30 years in the future, Aoife has very few options when it comes to getting him medical attention as neither of them have a credit to spare between them. Undeterred by carbonite sickness or even the poorly treated burns he's saddled with from his stunt in Umbara, Hardcase attempts to break away and help himself. This in turn ends with them both stowing away in a supply ship that is headed straight for a Space Station known simply as the Colossus.

Friend or Foe? - While doing their best to get by while doing small jobs for Captain Doza on the Colossus, Hardcase and Aoife come across a few friendly faces who seem to be familiar with the nearly forgotten clone army. These new allies are certainly comforting to have around (especially for Hardcase who is still adjusting to being without his brothers), but they seem to be keeping tabs on something that is happening behind closed doors. Something that has to do with the new hotshot pilot/mechanic that Jerek Yeager has taken in...

Adrift in a Galaxy Far Far Away - With the Colossus on the move and Kaz's ties to the Resistance becoming all but confirmed, Hardcase is struggling with just sitting around doing nothing while Aoife's mind seems elsewhere. A certain Kel Dor mechanic decides to step in and try to help the antsy clone make up his mind, while a mysterious child that seems aware of Aoife's odd circumstances begins to follow her around like a shadow.

Ah! Pirates! - A chance run in with the Crimson Corsair reveals what it was that was bothering Aoife so much: The fact she knew Hardcase was not the very last clone, and that she wasn't entirely sure how to bring it up with him because she did not know how to track down the other living clone trooper. A little upset with her but not one to hold a grudge, Hardcase quickly reassures his friend that he's not mad at her for not telling him sooner (after all what good would it have done if he'd known and been unable to find his brother?). Both end up making a vow to both find a way to find Kix and to find a way to get Aoife back home. Which means both finding a way to track down and contact the Meson Martinet and her crew, as well as find someone who may or may not know something about what exactly brought Aoife into this particular universe.

Seeing Double - When a seemingly charming merchant comes to the Colossus on a business venture, things turn a little sideways when a supposed pirate appears and begins causing trouble for the Space Station. Teaming up with Kaz and the Aces, Hardcase and Aoife attempt to scare off the pirate, only to instead find out that not everything is as it seems. The clone army may slowly be falling into obscurity, but various bits and pieces of their history have value and Hardcase would rather die than let them fall into the hands of those who hold no respect for his vode or their culture.

Triple Brotherly Reunion - Dominik keeps up with his end of the deal he made with Hardcase and Aoife, and gets them a meeting with the crew of the Meson Martinet. While on their way to the meeting spot in Takodana, the duo is followed and seemingly hunted by something that keeps scaring off the local fauna... Hardcase and Kix are about to find yet another impossible remnant of the past, while Aoife slowly realizes that nothing is as black and white or set in stone as she's been lead to believe. Not even what should be considered the "canon events" of a universe.

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#star wars #the clone wars #the bad batch #sequels era #Forceful Intervention AU #au masterpost

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nimdreams · 24 days ago

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Otherkin questionnaire by @Kitsuneechoes

★ General information

1. What is your kintype or species?

I am an anymic oneiric nonhuman. Anymic means that I haven't really found a species that I fit, and I am possibly one of a kind. Oneiric means relating to dreams. I am a dreamling, a being formed by dreams. I started out as a human, but dreams and nightmares irrevocably changed me. I was always destined for this though, there was no escaping becoming the Dreamer.

2. When did you first realize you identified as Otherkin?

I found the community in the beginning of 2018 and that is when I learned the term otherkin, but I first identified as nonhuman around the age of 9 when I started to identify as an elf. Around that age is when I stumbled upon the Elfquest comics, my first contact with elves, and I pretty quickly realized I was one. It feels like the Wolfriders from this comic raised me.

3. What inspired you to explore or learn about being Otherkin?

When I learned about the community at age 29, I had just gotten my autism diagnosis and was ready to drop the mask and truly be myself. When people in an autism amino started talking about being otherkin it immediately resonated with me and I quickly joined therian amino and learned as much about the community as I could. I didn't identify as anything at the time, but had been questioning on and off for a few years (constelic actually, turns out) and I started to journal.

4. Do you identify with a single kin type or multiple? If multiple, what are they?

I see myself as having only one kintype, but I am also dream conceptfolk, animalhearted, and more importantly, constelic. As someone who is constelic, I have a lot of constels that I identify as in rotation. There are too many to name them all, but my major constels are elf, fae, fox spirit, star(/celestial/Vulpecula) and currently eidolon.

5. Do you have a specific name or title for your kin self? If so, what is it?

The Dreamer is my title and my name is Nim Silver. That is the name I call myself in dreams. Nim is short for Nimeril, which is my own chosen Elvish name.

★ Self-Perception and Connection

1. How do you experience your connection to your kin self? (e.g., spiritually, psychologically, metaphorically, etc.)

Psychologically, neurologically and oneirologically. I believe I am the way I am because of my autism and dreams.

2. Do you feel a sense of longing or homesickness related to your kin type?

Yes, I wish I had my powers and abilities in wake life too. Also the adventures I am able to go on in dreams and not being physically ill, are things I long for in wake life.

3. What traits or characteristics of your kin self feel most prominent in your day-to-day life?

It's hard to say as there isn't much difference, they're both me, except my dream self is a lot more confident. I guess being dream conceptfolk is what makes my dream self and wake self connect, because when I am awake I still feel that connection to dreams. I find it really hard to explain or describe that, because what dream means to me is so indefinable.

4. Do you experience shifts? If yes, what triggers them?

I experience shifts for my constels. Shifts are usually what make me realize which stel is phasing. They are often triggered when I read someone's experiences who has one of my stels as their kintype, by music, or by focusing on them, but they also just happen naturally.

5. Do you feel your kin self influences your personality, behavior, or decisions? How so?

I don't think so, since there is no separation. I do act differently in dreams and make decisions I wouldn't make awake. Since calling myself dreamer and sleepyhead archetroper, however, I have focused on letting my wake life be more influenced by dreamy and sleepy vibes. Embrace daydreaming and my imagination more.

★ Memory and Identity

1. Do you have any memories or visions associated with your kin self?

Just the memories of dreams I had long ago. My dreams have shaped who I am and I remember exactly the dream in which I, for example, used my intangibility for the first time.

2. If applicable, how do these memories manifest (e.g., dreams, meditations, sudden flashes)?

Since I am not a spiritual alterhuman, this doesn't apply to me as I was talking about memories in this life.

3. Do you believe your kin self is connected to a past life, an alternate reality, or something else? Explain.

A sort of alternate reality. I believe in the multiverse and that the Dream connects them all. I should be able to access the Dream and other realities, but all I can do in this world we live in, that I believe lacks magic, is get glimpses of the possibilities.

4. Are there specific eras, locations, or cultures that feel tied to your kin identity?

Dreams, if you count them as a location.

5. How certain do you feel about your kin type, and has it changed over time?

I stopped trying to be certain honestly and just let it happen. I have only started to use the labels oneiric nonhuman and constelic together last month, and as someone who is constelic but didn't know, I questioned endlessly. I coined anteatype for my past identity as an elf, a label I still use as elf has greatly shaped who I am, even though it is no longer my kintype but a constel instead. I think I might actually settle with these labels now, because every time a constel pops up, even though it feels like it is a kintype, I have enough experience to know another stel will phase, no matter how long a constel stays active for.

★ Physical and Sensory Experiences

1. Do you experience phantom limbs or sensations associated with your kin self?

No, my kintype's body is the same as how my body looked like when I was in my early 20s. I also barely experience phantom shifts for my constels.

2. If yes, what do these sensations feel like, and how often do they occur?

Phantom shifts for constels are very rare and vague. It is only the idea I can have of what it would actually feel like.

3. Do you feel more attuned to specific sensory experiences (e.g., sounds, smells) tied to your kin type?

Not to my kintype, but again to my constels. Especially if an animal identity is phasing, I can be overly focused on sounds and smells like therians are. In general I am sensitive to sounds and smells though, probably because of my autism.

4. Do you experience any dietary preferences or aversions that feel connected to your kin identity?

For my constels definitely! I don't have it as much for prey stels, but for predators I crave meat. Meat is actually another trigger, often for fox to phase.

5. Are there physical environments that feel particularly comforting or resonant with your kin self?

Bedrooms, because that is where I enter the dream world most often. Anywhere where you can comfortably sleep. For different stels, I would answer different places, such as heathland, forests, rivers and fantasy worlds.

★ Community and Relationships

1. How has being Otherkin influenced your relationships with others?

Being nonhuman and autistic both, makes me feel very different from those who are neurotypical and orthohumans. For the longest time, I felt like being nonhuman is something I had to keep a complete secret and even now I share it with very select people. I guess it makes me feel like I cannot be myself completely. I still have to mask even though I don't want to.

2. Do you feel comfortable sharing your identity with friends, family, or the general public? Why or why not?

I am myself in the alterhuman community, and my close family and in-laws know. Though I have only told my in-laws this year. I still feel shame around being alterhuman, and don't know how people will take it and perceive me. It is scary because it might effect how people see me negatively.

3. What role does the Otherkin community play in your life?

A huge role. I am severely chronically ill and disabled, and I don't have irl friends. The community is where I spend a lot of my time and it is where I have made true friends. I feel like I can fully be myself in the alterhuman community, be accepted, and I really connect with people here like I haven't anywhere else.

4. Do you prefer in-person or online spaces to connect with other Otherkin? Why?

Online since with my illness and disability it is really hard to meet up.

5. Have you ever met someone with the same or a similar kin type? If so, how did that feel?

I haven't seen anyone exactly like me, but there are more dream conceptfolk and dreamlings and I am really excited to meet them and learn about their experiences. I think each of them is likely unique in their own way, because dreams are so personal. How we experience them and what feels like *dream* to us will be different.

★ Spiritual and Psychological Aspects

1. Do you see your kin identity as part of a spiritual path or practice? Explain.

No, I am not spiritual at all unfortunately. Spirituality has been a special interest of mine, but it was always make believe, part of my dream conceptfolk identity, as that covers dreams, daydreams, sleep, fantasy and imagination. I never truly believed deep down, even though I wanted to.

2. How do you reconcile your kin identity with your personal beliefs or worldview?

To me, brains are capable of so many wondrous things. We can experience things outside of what reality would indicate. My believe in the multiverse is connected to my dream being, because as I said, I believe the Dream is what connects everything.

3. Have you ever questioned the validity of your kin identity? If so, what helped reaffirm it?

Oh yes. I identified as an elf from around age 9 to around age 21 and then suppressed all my nonhuman feelings because I felt like it was a childhood fantasy I had to grow out of. Getting my autism diagnosis and wanting to truly be myself and accept myself, opened the door again. Between 21 and 29 (when I joined the community), I did search for the animal species I'd be if I could be an animal. I put so much time, effort and energy in that because it was so important to me. So it never fully went away.

4. Do you feel your kin identity is influenced by external forces (e.g., energy, fate, deities)?

I guess sort of yes! I feel like even though my kintype started out human, I was always going to be oneiric, I was always meant to be oneiric. I was always destined to be the Dreamer.

5. How do you distinguish between your human self and your kin self, if at all?

I don't really, except for saying dream self vs wake self. Like I said before, I am different in dreams. I have my abilities, I have confidence, but I am also recognized as an outsider more. People ostracize me, being an outcast is a big part of my nonhumanity. I am not instantly treated like that in wake life, because I appear "normal" at first glance. Even if people probably sense my autism and therefore something "off". I am not sure if I still mind that. I definitely used to. But maybe not being normal and somehow something being off about me makes me a lot more interesting and I try to embrace it.

★ Expression and Creativity

1. Do you express your kin self through art, writing, music, or other creative outlets?

Writing!

2. If so, what mediums or themes resonate most with your kin identity?

I love journaling and writing about my alterhumanity. I also love reading other people's essays and just reflect on all of it. I also listen to a lot of music, as it helps me regulate and connect to a deeper level of alterhumanity.

3. Do you incorporate your kin identity into how you dress, decorate, or design your personal space?

A little, I really like dreamy themes and aesthetics. When it comes to decorating though, I prefer to keep it very simple, but I do choose colors I associate with dreams.

4. Are there specific symbols, colors, or aesthetics tied to your kin self?

Yes! Everything I connect to dreams, daydreams, sleep, fantasy and imagination. Such as the night, stars, the moon, clouds, comfy stuff, soft stuff, etc. The colors purple and blue. Auroracore.

5. Have you created a persona or character to embody your kin self? If so, describe it.

Yes, because my kintype looks like me in my early 20s, but I also see myself represented by a pastel purple dormouse. I also see myself with yellow eyes and purple or blue hair. These are indeed more persona's of myself. I don't actually have any art of this (yet). I like to make myself look more dreamy in picrews though.

★ Personal Reflections

1. What challenges have you faced as an Otherkin, and how have you overcome them?

Mostly internal shame about who I am. It is still a process to fully accept and embrace myself. Seeing other people be unapologetically themselves in the community really helped me. I wasn't completely honest about my experiences for a while, as I tried to fit some sort of mold. The "perfect" otherkin. I tried to only have one kintype and suppress the feelings of anything else. Now that I have embraced being constelic, I feel like I can breathe.

2. What joys or comforts has your kin identity brought into your life?

My dreams are everything to me. In them I get to be social, go on adventures, use magic. I don't know where I'd be today without them as I am very isolated in my illness and disability. My daydreams, imagination and fantasy have also kept me going through the day. I am very proud to be dream conceptfolk and oneiric.

3. Do you think being Otherkin has shaped how you view humanity and the natural world? How?

Humanity, yes. In dreams I have a bit of a superiority complex. But also, at first I tried to push my own humanity away completely and didn't want to acknowledge it at all. Now I am finding a better balance as I was born human as my kintype. I think humanity is pretty cool, as human brains can imagine and fantasize, and create so many realities.

4. How do you feel your identity might evolve in the future?

I have no clue. My journey has been such a roller coaster, I really don't know where it will go in the future.

5. What advice would you give to someone just discovering their Otherkin identity?

Take your time, and even though it is a very serious and important part of yourself, also have fun with it. Try and be honest to yourself and your experiences. Maybe they are common in the community, maybe they are unique, but you are not alterhuman any less for having a different experience. You may even find you're not alone at all once you open up.

#alterhuman #dreamkin #nim dreaming #otherkin questionnaire

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hello-there-world · 4 months ago

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anyway, have more...idk, niche?? obscure?? idk, these Rewrite headcanons are just random things that range from projection to things i think would be cool for them:

alright...ripping the band-aid off: Toxic Old Man Yaoi (it gets one-sided on William's end after...Y'know) is canon to the Rewrite. alright moving on-

(listen. i wasn't expecting to get into it. I Really Wasn't. and then it grew on me. and then i saw That One Line from the novels where someone stumbled on William's journals and read the parts about Henry and i just kinda went ??? oh so that's an actual line?? holy shit?? because i had seen someone post the line before but i didn't know if it was like. an actual line from the books. oh my lord.)

William wasn't exactly subtle, but unfortunately for him, Henry had the Autism Obliviousness (same here, bestie).

Claire, William's (now dead) wife, was actually aro, and viewed her and William's relationship as some sort of Lavender Marriage, because to her, she gets to raise the kids she wanted, and William gets to be gay for his business partner-

Anna also didn't mind too much, mostly because (unbeknownst to her at the time) she was a lesbian and already didn't really feel that way about Henry to begin with. she was more upset about the fact that Henry was so damn Oblivious.

Henry always struggled with his balance (i'm projecting), but before he got his cane, he'd lean on things for support or hold onto someone. Will would also help him get around by holding his arms or even hands. did i mention Will was not subtle.

William and Henry did Not have good childhoods. it's part of the reason why they're Like That with their own families (Henry being a good dad but a pushover, and William not being physically or verbally abusive, but being emotionally abusive instead because he's That paranoid about screwing up, and then ends up screwing up in another way).

William's obsession with rabbits and hares isn't purely a Special Interest thing (although that is a huge part of it), it's...also kinda partially something that came from some Childhood Trauma stuff, as well as kinda being a therian thing.

speaking of! 4/6 members of the Afton Household have some therian/otherkin shit going on. William is ockin (i don't think this one needs much explanation. like. i think the guy pretty much kins his own oc) and is a hare/rabbit therian. Michael is a dog/fox therian. Elizabeth is also a rabbit/hare therian. Cassidy is plushkin (look. do i even need to explain this one), and it's part of the reason he uses a lot of toy/broken toy metaphors for himself after he dies.

for William, being O'Hare was kind of this...escapism thing. he can be his true, genuine self and he isn't viewed as annoying for it. if anything, people find him lovable. he can be a playful silly hare and he's looked up to for it. but...after he becomes Springtrap, after years of being locked in a back room, stuck in building filled with spirits who either hate or fear him...at some point, William stops pretending he isn't a sadistic monster. it's hard to deny it. and so he doesn't. Springtrap is effectively William fully embracing being O'Hare....but becoming twisted at the same time, if that makes sense.

it's like...imagine you see this rotting green-yellow bunny that CLEARLY has a rotting corpse inside, but it's acting eerily cheerful and treating (checks notes) Chasing You Down With The Intent To Maim And/Or Murder You as a fun game you're both enjoying. yeah, by this point, William kinda Lost It (and by "kinda" i mean He 100% Did)

this is how several Fazbear employees died or Almost died by the way. Fazbear Entertainment owes them so much for therapy, both physical AND mental-

Michael struggles to figure out if he's dealing with Actual paranormal shit or if it's just hallucinations and stuff that he's having out of guilt and grief (USUALLY, it is the former)

Mike once dislocated one of his knees on the school playground back in elementary school (me projecting), and William practically spoiled him rotten during that time. Michael hated it, hated asking his father for help, hated being treated any different. but...with Charlie and his friends, it's like he was perfectly fine asking for help, welcoming of any assistance. oh well! i'm sure there's no deeper meaning to any of that- (something something "Fearing Dependency Yet Also Craving It")

Michael hates the fact he looks so similar to his father.

Jeremy's favorite song is "Mickey" by Toni Basil. take a wild guess why.

William and Cassidy are both technically nonbinary. William never figured it out because he never knew that there Were options besides Man and Woman. probably would've loved it/its pronouns. and neopronouns. Cassidy never figured it out for Obvious Reasons. look, both of them would've loved xenogenders and neopronouns. i honestly believe they would've loved those.

fun fact! Cassidy actually has a lot of similarities to William (of which i am All Too Happy to list. just say the word). uh...don't tell Cass that, though. it'd probably piss him off.

both Charlie and Mike inherited their dads' sexualities, technically (Henry and Charlie are Pan, Will and Mike are Bi).

Everyone's queer and a mess in so many different ways! William, just because you aren't hitting your children doesn't mean that you're a good dad. Stop. Read a parenting book. Actually, don't. I can't imagine 1970s-80s parenting books are that good for all that shit.

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uenodivision · 9 months ago

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Beasts of Rap Cypher (Mega Yozakura Ver.)

Bring the Beat!

[Aranai:]

I'm Ride or Die, with a tale that's quite the fix

Channeling the power of Kyuubi in the mix

Like Naruto, I've got a spirit that will not bow

A fiery will inside, that's burning bright right now!

In the shadows, I move, a silent fox's stride

With Kurama's strength, I face the world with pride

Cold as the moon on a clear, frosty night

Yet hot like the chakra flames, taking flight!

Against all odds, I stand, fierce and unafraid

My resolve is like the seal, strong and well-made

Loyal to my pack, like the fox to the leaf

In the battle of life, I command and lead (Yozakura!)

Ride or Die, a name that echoes with fame

In the anime of life, I play the ultimate game

With a spirit both cold and hot, I fucking thrive

Like the Nine-Tailed Fox, I'm eternally alive!

[Lana:]

I'm Facade, the artist, with a vision so vast

My canvas tells stories, from the first to the last

Like the Beast Titan's strength, my art stands tall

A protective shield, it's a fortress wall

With every brushstroke, I fight life's cruel test

Guarding my sister, ensuring she gets the best

My colors are a haven, a safe, warm embrace

Like the Titan's arms, a secure, mighty space

In the gallery of life, my paintings are the key

Unlocking a world where my sister can be free

My murals, a battleground, where I fiercely contend

Against any foe, on me, she can depend

Facade, that's me, an enigma, a guide

With the Beast Titan's might, I won't let harm betide!

Together we stand, in this art-filled fight

A duo of strength, in the day and the night

[Aika:]

I'm VeeXn, living life with a hedonist's flair

Savoring each moment, like a breath of fresh air

With Renemon's grace, I dance through the fray

A golden glint in my eye, I seize the day

My laughter rings out, a melody so sweet

Indulging in life's pleasures, I never skip a beat

Yet, with a mother's heart, I fiercely decree

To my daughter, Keiko, a guardian I'll be

Like Renemon's swift strike, my resolve is clear

In the digital world or here, I hold her near

My love's a shield, from any harm, I'll defend

For her, I'll fight, to the very end

VeeXn, that's me, a spirit untamed

In the game of life, my joy's proclaimed

Hedonistic, yet a protector so keen

Balancing both, I'm a force unseen

[Eldrid:]

I'm Valkyrie, the champ, in the ring, I reign

With fists like Lucario's aura, I bring the pain

An MMA warrior, with a title to claim

I face any challenger, no fear, no shame!

From city to city, wherever I roam

I stand as a guardian, making any place home

My brother's keeper, in the fight of life

I shield him from trouble, from any strife

Like Lucario, I sense the auras around

In the silence of battle, I hear every sound

My spirit's unyielding, my resolve is steel

For my wife's safety, I'm the real deal!

Valkyrie, that's me, I'm a force so rare

In the octagon of life, I'm fully aware

Defending my kin with every move I make

I'm the champion of bonds that none can break!

[Nadya:]

I'm Vipera, the smartest alive

Crafting plans so cunning, you'd think I connive

With a mind so sharp, like a snake in the grass

I slither through problems, none can surpass

Revenge is a dish best served with my wit

Enemies beware, or in my trap, you'll sit

I'm the viper with venom, in every word I spit

A touch of poison, oh, isn't it legit?

Like Chopper's transformations, I adapt and thrive

In a world of pretenders, it's how I survive

Sarcasm's my shield, my tongue, a swift knife

Cutting through nonsense, it's just my life

So here's to the foes who think they can cope!

With Vipera's mind, you've got no hope

In this grand game of life, I'm the queen, the pope

And if you think otherwise, you're a hilarious trope

[Kanra:]

I'm D.Vil, don't test me, my temper's a flare

Dare to pick a fight? I'll give you a scare

My strength's abnormal, a power untamed

In a world of the normal, I'm unashamed

Short-fused, quick to ignite, like Retsuko's rage

On life's vast stage, I'm a force uncaged

I roar in defiance, my voice loud and clear

Challenging the world, without a hint of fear

Unmatchable might, in my fists it resides

With each battle I fight, my spirit abides

I'm searching, seeking, who am I to be?

In this reflection, what truth will I see?

Like Retsuko's metal, I'm a rebel's song!

In the heart of the mosh pit, where I belong!

D.Vil, that's me, fierce and unbowed

In the quest of self, I stand proud!

[Shian:]

I'm 'Ready or Not', in pursuit, I never rest

Like Legoshi on the prowl, I'm on a quest

A bail agent by day, a hunter by the night

Tracking down my targets, until they're in sight

Time is money, and I invest with care

In the urban jungle, I'm fully aware

Like a wolf, I stalk, with patience and grit

For every fugitive, I'm a perfect fit

My prey may run, they may try to hide

But like Legoshi's instinct, I won't be denied!

I value my hours, each minute's a gain

In the chase of justice, I endure the pain

'Ready or Not', that's the name I uphold

With a spirit unyielding, fierce and bold

In the world of the chase, I'm the leading plot

For those who skip bail, ready or not

[Aoba:]

I'm Guinevere, in this world, feeling lost

Navigating the present, at such a high cost

Haunted by guilt, a shadow from my past

Seeking redemption, a peace that will last

In a sea of ignorance, I stand for the wise

Disdaining the haters, who knowledge despise

Like Michiru Kagemori, I've changed, I've grown

In a world unfamiliar, I've stood alone

Transformed by my trials, like Michiru's plight

From human to beast, from darkness to light

Guinevere, that's me, a seeker of truth

In the library of life, I reclaim my youth

[Taria:]

I'm Misfit, the free spirit, no chains on my soul

Like Komamura's heart, my courage is whole

In a world that judges, I stand apart

Living my truth, my way, straight from the heart

I value my freedom, it's my right, my song

In the melody of life, I'm where I belong

No fear of being misunderstood, I'm clear

I'm the author of my story, I steer

Don't tell me how to live, I won't conform

Like Komamura's loyalty, I weather the storm

I'm unique, not a piece in your societal kit

In the puzzle of life, I'm the perfect misfit

So here's to living without a scripted plot

Like Komamura's strength, I'll give it all I've got

Misfit, that's me, unapologetically bold

In the book of my life, my story's told

[Kureha:]

I'm Eclipse, with a brush, I command the night

Painting dreams on canvas, with colors so bright

Grateful for each sunrise, a life anew

In Saitama's embrace, my passion grew

Protector of home, a shield for my kin

Like Panda in battle, I'm set to win

My art, my heart, both fiercely ablaze

For family and city, my love's a craze

Dare harm a hair, you'll meet my dark side

An eerie promise, in shadows, I'll bide

With Panda's spirit, my resolve's unshaken

In the face of danger, I'm not forsaken

Eclipse, that's me, a guardian so bold

In the gallery of life, my story's told

With a palette of valor, I paint my creed

For those I cherish, I'll always lead

[Sumire:]

I'm Diabla, the anarchist, with a vision unbound

In a world of chains, it's freedom I've found

No rulers, no thrones, just the people's sound

In the ashes of power, my hopes are crowned

I despise the corrupt, their hearts are so vile

Like demons, all they fucking do is beguile!

With Monokuma's grin, I see through their trial

In a game of deceit, I'm the judge and the dial

A new world I crave, where the free will rise

Away from the shadows, under open skies

My hatred for tyrants, it's really no surprise

Like a demonologist, I see through their lies

So here's to the fall of the unjust decree

With Diabla's chant, we'll set ourselves free

In the dance of anarchy, it's clear to see

I'm the change that's coming, the key to the spree

[Sanyu:]

I'm MC Rogue, not your average prototype

In a world of copies, I'm the real hype

"Normal" is a myth, a bland disguise

I rock my quirks, that's where my power lies

Like Keroro Gunso, I lead my platoon

Marching to my beat, under my own moon

We're all different, that's the master key

Embrace the odd, let the unique be free

I rap about acceptance, drop bars of truth

In the studio of life, there's no soundproof booth

We hear all the stories, the flaws make the groove

In the mix of humanity, we all can improve

MC Rogue, that's me, with a message so strong

Like Sgt. Frog, in this world, I belong

Celebrating differences, we dance along

In the symphony of life, we're all the song

[Yuriko:]

I'm Black Dahlia, with a vibe that's lethal

Dancing with death, I fear no equal

Refuse to bow, my head held high

Like Beerus & Champa, I rule the sky

I dare you to test, to try your luck

Against my might, you'll find you're stuck

In the rap of life, I am the dark beat

My presence alone will knock you off your feet

I'm the whisper of fate, the shadow of night

With a power divine, I'm the ultimate fight

Don't underestimate me, I'm far from least

In the hierarchy of rap, I'm the fearsome beast

Black Dahlia, that's me, a force so grand

Like gods of destruction, I make my stand

Last on the mic, but first in command

In the universe of verse, I'm eternally planned

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