#I don’t even remember most of my childhood

[helenisaweirdo]

the small bundle covered in blankets felt heavy in kaiser’s hands. kaiser was by no means weak in; but when the previously crying baby was coaxed by your exhausted voice to sleep, millions of doubts weighed down on kaiser—even heavier than the weight of his father’s hands on kaiser’s neck when he was a child.

“i think she’s fond of you. she must have heard those conversations you had with her when she was still in my stomach.”

your small, almost inaudible voice brought your husband out of his trance. the soft blonde hair peeking out of the pale blue beanie—the hair most definitely being inherited from kaiser—were like golden rays of sun. kaiser looked down at you, sitting down on the bed you were currently lying down. kaiser moved his gaze to his daughter, who slept peacefully.

“i don’t know,” he swallowed, a tattooed hand gently caressing his daughter’s cheek. “am i…really cut out to be a father? what if i become just like him? what if i accidentally hurt her just like that piece of scum did with me? what if she hates me? what if—“

your eyes soften, remembering the days in your childhood with kaiser, when he was always playing with the stray dogs while soot and bruises, and sometimes even blood, ornamented his body. you’ll never forget the days when you were both 14, when he finally told you; his father’s treatment of him, his father’s constant drinking, how his mother left him, and how his goal was just…to be loved.

and that’s when you realized: he had no home—no an emotional one, at least. a boy who was never taught manners or how to survive or how to properly speak, a boy who was never taught what was good for him and what was bad for him. and he never even went to school either until bastard münchen taught classes.

you reached forward to reach his hand, kaiser once against moving his glance to you. “michael, you won’t. i know you won’t. you’re not him, michael. you’re you. and unlike when you were growing up, i won’t leave you or our daughter. ever.” you brought his tattooed hand up to your lips. “it’ll be hard, but im sure it will all turn out okay, michael.”

and suddenly kaiser feels a sting, tears beginning to pool at the brim of his eyes as his chest tightens. damn it, he didn’t even cry during your delivery…but when the two most important women—no, people, in his life are right in front of him, one of them looking at him like he’s the most precious treasure in the world, how could he not be vulnerable?

kaiser takes your hands and placed it on his chest—right where his heart is. he runs his thumb over the cool surface of your wedding ring on your finger, his daughter seemingly beginning to wake up, though still quiet.

“thank you for being in my life. i love you.”

———

to anyone who says “ooc” “kaiser would never do this” etc,

lemme just remind you that kaiser has stated MULTIPLE TIMES throughout the bastard münchen vs PXG match that his goal was just to be loved. another thing is that in kaiser’s official character profile (from the egoist bible), his type is described as “someone who’s beautiful, smart, and full of love”

(if anyone says “omg ness is literally his type” in the comments then im actually going to scream because i hate kainess with a passion. it’s so toxic and kaiser literally sees ness as a dog and ness’ so-called “feelings” for kaiser is just a result of manipulation. plus, ness doesn’t actually match kaiser’s type. ness is smart, yes, but ness has never been stated to be good looking in any way shape or form. in fact, judging from ness’ backstory, he might even be canonically ugly. plus, ness doesn’t ACTUALLY love kaiser. again, it’s just “feelings” that began to form from manipulation.)

[mawlbone]

LUCKY RABBIT’S FOOT - KÖNIG

SNIPPET: Preparing for the winter means a lot of preserving and curing food for the long nights ahead. So when a giant rabbit falls into your traps, you can only sigh as you release it once more… And again, again, and again.

[CW: gender neutral reader, socially awkward reader, giant flemish rabbit hybrid König, hunting, mention of dead wild animals, childhood neglect, bullying, bad memory, and loneliness.]

[COMMENT: So many bunny König posts going around… Makes me very happy! Apologies for being very late to the party, but I brought this, have a fluffy little guy to hold. Also I should probably make a hybrid au post like my pet au one, but I will think myself into exhaustion assigning everyone a creature. But in short, like pet au, hybrids are kept as an open secret, kind of, but mostly reserved for military work.]

You realized from an early age that you were a surprise as many of your relatives liked to call you, which in adult-speak is a socially acceptable way to say you were unwanted. For as much as adults likes to underestimate what a child know and doesn’t know, it’s not hard to tell when everyone immediately goes silent when you enter the room.

It’s not like you asked to be born, neither did you asked for much. So why? Why cannot you even get a morsel of the attention that your peers can get. It doesn’t matter, children are adaptable therefore children too get used to feeling disappointed.

Crying gets you nowhere there’s no one willing to find you.

It’s not like they were abusive, there’s enough food on the table and a bed for you to sleep in, but nights at the dinner table while everyone else was out and about without you still inevitably stings. You rarely hear your family anymore, signing off your own paperwork for your own education and attending your own graduation by yourself. No effort in remembering anything about you at all, even at times forgetting your age.

So you don’t know how to act whenever you’re around people. It’s hard to gauge what you’re doing correctly or not when you have no practice whatsoever in knowing how to act. So parties at family friends’ house usually consist of you standing in the background and watching instead of participating in the play that everyone seemed to be part of, except you. Usually you find yourself just fiddling with your clothes or touching any textures your brain found enough fascination in.

Despite everything, if there’s one good grace you get from your family was your grandfather’s house, which you get to visit every summer. He was your stereotypical man: grumpy and grey from a bad leg injury during his service and not much of a talker. You’re sure he puffs more than he breaths in the many times you came to see him, but he made it a point to never do it in the same room as you. You never met your grandmother, she died before you can be born but from the giant portrait of him and her on the wall, you can guess he deeply cherishes her.

When you were old enough, you can remember taking you out for hunting trips with him. Long drives in the car with nothing more than lunch and his old rifles as he lectures you about gun safety time and time again.

During these moments, he’s the most talkative to you. Gently guiding you to the handle and teaching you how to be careful around animals and use every part of them.

Leave nothing behind, it’s the least you can do for taking a life even if it’s for your benefit.

Perhaps such an act would had raise eyebrows from anywhere else but humans are the scariest thing to you, so you ignore them for the most part as you gradually increase from small rabbits to the deers that overpopulate the area.

You’re not sure if you’re his favorite grandchild, but the effort he had done into at least spending time with you made him your favorite family member, you would had invited him to your graduation if it wasn’t for his worsening health.

An inheritance, a little cabin in the woods was what you had received in your grandfather’s will with a considerable sum of money to get you started, no word left behind as usual. Typical grumpy old man he was, you left behind his favorite cigars and flowers at his bed. Though you had to say, you had gotten a bit of a kick in getting the appliances while everyone else was arguing over family heirlooms. Hey, products are not meant to last nowadays, might as well get the oldies.

So here you are, living alone with your company only being the occasional visiting deer outside your window. And your visit into town only consist getting your medicine and last minute groceries nowadays.

It’s nice… The escape from everyone.

No longer did you had to deal with snippy comments for every little action you do in the endless bullying from your household. Still, it doesn’t satisfy that emptiness in your stomach.

You’re not sure what you hunger. It’s hard to tell with the limited amount of energy you have nowadays.

Scattered scribbled notes litter your bedroom and trash reminding you to maintain your schedule: brushing your teeth, taking a shower, making phone calls with your client to pick up their orders… All of it so you can feel some sort of maintenance in your life, at least normal enough to pass for your own self-satisfaction.

You’re too nervous to go to a therapist anyways.

But taking over your grandfather’s hunting business wasn’t what you expected in your career plans, not that you are complaining, it keeps the bills paid: selling the meat, bones, and using what couldn’t be sold to feed yourself from your trips to the woods.

However, the last thing you could had expected while checking on the last of your traps was the fattest rabbit you ever seen stuck in one of your footholds trap with a broken front paw laid in front of you.

All black with the slightest blond stripe down its face, you can only stare as it huffs and thumps its foot down at you. Almost daring at you to pick it up and find out. Hard to look intimidating with giant floppy ears though, as you laugh at the trapped animal.

It’s awfully cute. A flemish rabbit, you learned later after tucking the animal underneath your arm to take back to your truck. Too weak and exhausted to fight back with its injury.

You didn’t kill it.

After all it may had been someone’s pet if anything with how well-maintained its fur is. Though you were met with the fluffiest kick in your life when you had to check its sex wondering about whether it needed to get fixed or not.

You didn’t dare to give it a name, attachments is scary enough as is but taking care of him was probably the most interesting aspect of your year.

His fur was unbelievable soft, better than any fox or deerskin you had touched before when you brought him home. It’s embarrassing how you got yourself in a bit of a giddy after you removed the trap and wrapped the poor thing’s leg after contacting your closest veterinarian for help. Pressing your face into his dense coat while he laid on your lap and eating your greens all while huffy didn’t bother you, it’s probably the closest physical touch you had in years.

Animals were a lot easier to handle than people, you think as you settle him inside a large box of yours laid between thick old blankets you no longer use before in your living room. Just feed and love them enough and they’ll stay with you.

How nice…

You’ll call later to see if anyone lost their pet rabbit, but for now, you get to enjoy laying beside the rabbit and watch as he hides his squishy face from you. You had to hold yourself from squealing at the adorableness of his actions. Even if you panic whenever he gets too close to any one of your notes, fearing he’ll eat them and make him sick.

In weeks time, he’ll make a full recovery and be out of your life. So you’ll enjoy what comfort you can get from this new little creature in your life before he’s inevitably gone.

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When König escaped into the woods after unexpectedly being ambushed from wrong intel, the last thing he could had expected was for himself to be trapped within a hunter’s trap for hours on end with a broken leg if anything.

A human’s trap to make it worse, as his ears perked up, hearing the crunching of leaves and branches being brushed aside before beady eyes meets you, a painfully ordinary person, he thinks as he watch in dismay as their eyes gaze over his shifted form stuck in their machinery.

Should he be mortified? Yes, yes he should at the threat of a towering human nearby making him feel ever so small again.

All weak and pathetic.

He’s old, experienced, and definitely killed enough men to fill an ocean, so why? Why is he feeling like he’s back in the halls again dealing with spitballs being flung on the back of his head, older children slamming him against the walls for fun, and dealing with daily beating at the back of the school and for the first time in decades…

He feels scared.

For all his muscles and size, he couldn’t save himself for what you plan to do with him.

Maybe it’s the grace of humans to be given enough intelligence to feel merciful towards the small. He doesn’t know. He’s too tired to fight back anymore as you settle him inside the truck after weak attempts to escape. Might as well die without pain, he so thinks.

But nothing could had prepared him for the absolute babying he received once he arrived inside your home. Honestly, it’s almost sickening if he’s wasn’t enjoying it so much as you cooed and pamper him, wiping his paws and checking his bandages regularly with a giant bowl of fresh veggies for him to eat. Hell, even massaging his fur! Never in his life had he been treated as a pet as he cries at the loss of his dignity. But fuck, if he’s not enjoying the sensation of your nails pressing against his skin and soothing him to sleep regularly.

Sure, you may be giggling like some freaks he know every time you press your face into his back but at the end of the day, he’s breathing, alive and even thriving at this unexpected vacation he found himself in. But you have duties to do, your hunting. So often times, he will find brief moments where he’s alone while you’re out hunting to shift and stretch his muscles and do some snooping around your cabin.

He never got the chance to properly take in all the notes taped to the walls of your bedroom as he was placed in another spare room but the sheer amount of paper covering everything was truly a sight. It was nothing important per se, if anything they were just mere instructions on the wall and dates of various kinds of all sort all litter around like a brain and its thoughts. Yellows mixed with blues and pinks and all sort of post its on your mirror and bathroom had him loss in all its vividness. Perhaps the strangest wallpaper he had ever seen if anything.

What a lost human.

He doesn’t know what to feel, perhaps a sense of pity at you or gratitude, which one first would be acceptable? He truly doesn’t know. Emotions are hard and it’s easier to numb everything out.

He’ll have to check in on you often if anything, he concludes once he shifts back after hearing your keys jangle into the front door and the familiar noises of you gently scolding him for getting his bandages all unwrapped again.

When the time comes for him to leave after his leg is all healed up, hopefully he doesn’t get grilled out by his superiors. For now, his mission is to accompany your time as he settles beside you on the couch to rest near the fireplace for warmth this chilly winter.

Goodbyes will be hard, but you won’t be alone anymore.

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The next spring when you released your rabbit into the bushes, you had to stop yourself from shedding some tears when he refused to leave your lap and letting you have some last minute cuddles. His fur coat is shinier now, all soft and sleek from your endless pampering of the creature and truly did the black fur sparkle in the sunlight as you held him tight before he ran off to the depths of the woods with nothing more than the platters of his feet against the dirt road.

Truly, you thought that will be the last you seen of him. He didn’t appear the following summer or fall much to your disappointment with every pitter patter of your heart, which you desperately tried to ignore. Life still continued, and you’re alone once more with nothing more than your notes and mind to accompany you. But when a peek of black fur comes across your view in the middle of your checkup standing right next to your trap with a familiar thump.

Your heart had quicken as you crashed through the brambly bushes to see your dear bunny looking all grumpy and white from the snow falling down onto his black coat. You were met with 20 pounds of softness as he jumped onto you, giving you enough time to brace yourself as you carried the loaf around and cheering, swinging your rabbit around and around in an excited rampage before settling down once more to inspect him.

His leg is all fine, but there’s a glaring red collar wrapped around his neck with a tag on it.

So he is someone’s pet, you muttered quietly to yourself as you flipped over the sliver tag and brush your glove over the cold metal to find a name embedded onto its surface.

Perhaps it shouldn’t be a surprise once you read it. How fitting for such a large creature…

König, a king, hm?

How perfect, you think to yourself with a nothing more than a smile before your rabbit nudges you to focus back on him with a firm thump against your lap to cuddle him some more, even nudging its head against your check to redirect your focus on him, which you can only laugh at as your hands immediately scrunch his warm sleek fur.

It’s always lonely during this time of the year for you in the silence of nature, but for the first time in years, you get to enjoy it with a floppy eared friend for many more winters to come.

[amara555555]

I’m always motivated when I have a assignment:

Au in which everyone is alive but it’s still kinda creepy. (NOT IN A BADWAY- as in I feel as though the Yamazaki mansion would be hella eerie) oh and OOC.(btw- I gave the two deceased brothers names and personalities within the clan. You know the two Shingen sons…….Gun’s brothers- They’re alive , yay)

Yamazaki family x child platonic reader:

You looked up at the traditional manor and back at your dad nervously. Him smoking all nonchalant as he recalled his childhood meanwhile you just couldn’t stand how eerie this place felt. The metaphorical frost of death surrounded this place and you found yourself clinging to your dad’s sleeve. The manor looking like it’ll come alive and swallow you whole………the blossom tree fooled no one. As pinky and pretty it was, it fooled NO ONE.

“I’m uncomfortable.”

He sighed and looked down at you.

“You and me both.”

You blinked hopefully.

“Can we leave then? I don’t like it…..I feel cold.”

He sighed and dropped the cigarette before crushing it under his shoe and kneeled to your level.

“Hey, it’s just one week. One week, and then we’re out. All you gotta do is keep to yourself and don’t over react. Don’t huff at grandma, bow before granddad and…………be careful around your grand uncle. You went over the rules right?”

You nod and he pats your head.

“Don’t forget them.”

He stood and holds your hand before heading in.

“And take off your shoes when you enter the house.”

Your heart breaks.

“But my sneake-“

“No shoes.”

“Louie Vuit-“

“None.”

—————

You and your dad bowed before a behemoth of a man who matched your dad’s face perfectly. Expect his was smooth, clean of scars and long hair. The elder’s gaze settles on you and you step behind your father’s chunky leg before peeking out. Gun sighed and patted your head.

“They’re shy”

Shingen couldn’t help but let a minuscule smile grace his elder face.

“….thats ok.”

His gruff voice was a lot softer for a demon head. You blinked in confusion as the elder’s softened eyes gazed back into yours.

“There’s no need to be afraid little one.”

Once again he sweetly calls out to you and Gun sighed before pulling you out from behind his leg.

“Go. Meet your granddad.”

You scowl back at him. Traitor.

You step forward while playing with your hands. Your eyes flick up to meet your granddad’s again- oh biscuits- you bow from remembering your dad’s speech and Shingen let out a deep chuckle. That sounded like a purr of a giant cat.

You felt a big hand pat your head and you stand straight to see the soft smile of Shingen as he kneeled before you to match your height, even though he was still three heads taller then you- seriously- were you gonna inherit this?

“Welcome to the family home, Y/N. We’ve been expecting you.”

—————

Inside the manor was colder than outside, but Shingen smiled softly at you enough to rest your nerves. However the gaze of your grandma was only encouraging you to play with the ends of your kimono out of nerves. Gun’s hand gently placed ontop of yours to ease you before you looked up at him with an internal whine and he gave the strict eyes.You settle and Somi spoke up.

“My! You’re truly my son’s child! You look so much alike. Truly beautiful.”

You smile awkwardly.

“…..thank you.”

She smiles softly.

“I’m Somi park, Your father’s mother. Your grandmother, please don’t refrain from coming to me with anything.”

She smiled warmly and you smiled back out of courtesy before she turned to Gun.

“They’re quiet.”

Gun blinked and spoke.

“They take after me.”

Somi laughed softly, all modestly.

“None sense! You were a talkative child.”

You pressed your head on Gun’s arm. You both felt equally as uncomfortable…….

“…..where’s grandad?”

“….no idea.”

———————

“Ha ha ha, truly identical. Their perfect Gun!”

A beautiful man with the most luscious locks and pearly white smile you’d ever seen complimented you as he closed his book to meet you.

“Forgive my manners, my name is Haruto. I’m your uncle. When I heard you were coming here I just had to have the manor up to perfection.”

He seemed lively……in a nice way. You reciprocate a smile.

“Thank you….uncle…?”

He smiled and patted your head for the up-tenth time.

“Ofcourse. Anything you need and you come to me. Never feel shy, your family. We’re here for you ok?”

His voice as a soft melody as he gently patted your head once more. You felt a warm feeling of a sweet honey stir in your gut from the comfort he rained on you, hiding sweets in your fists and reassuring you of the manor’s strictness, even gently walking you around the koi ponds………safe to say Haruto was nice.

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To think THIS was Haruto’s dad? You shrunk under his strict bespectacled stare as he stood before you after you had finished using the bathroom. You gulp and take in the strictness of his demeanour before bowing her so slowly and awkwardly.

You hear a low grunt.

“At least you’ve been taught some manners.”

You stand up straight.

“…….mhm.”

His soulless eyes stare back at yours.

“The Yamazaki don’t mumble or shy away. Stand strong child.”

You blink confused before straightening your posture and blinking again. He sighed.

“Look me in the eye and show your strength.”

You look into his soulless eyes and blink again.

“…….”

He took you in. The future of the clan. Needed some work but you were a Yamazaki, you’d get there. He sighed and spoke once more.

“Name?”

You swallow and answer confidently.

“Y/n..”

He hummed in acknowledgment before walking past you. You took that cue to use your Yamazaki genes to run to your dad and Haruto.

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The sun rolled on and you were supposed to be in your own personal quarters for the night.

“Father, why is your family strange?”

Gun sighed as he dried his hair after a shower, making eye contact with you in the mirror.

“That’s just how they are.”

You nod.

“Will I be like them?”

Gun sighed again.

“I don’t know.”

You swing your legs on the drawer you sat on and took in his room.

“All the rooms look the same. Can I play with the sword-“

“No.”

You sigh this time before speaking again.

“Grand uncle Shintaro is creepy.”

Gun turned to look at you.

“He’s not creepy he’s strict. You bowed before him right?”

You nod.

“Good. Just stay out his way and don’t say anything that you think of saying unless he asks got it.”

You blink.

“Is no one allowed to talk to hi-“

“No.”

——————————

The next day in the pretty summer of Japan you meet your dad’s other brothers. A cheerful looking one pulled your youthful cheeks and the other simply watched this like it was inconvenient.

“Kiryu, this is high unnecess-“

“Kenji cmonnnn~ look at them! They’re adorable~”

He cooed at you and just like your dad, You stoically made do. Gun was behind you with his Hands in his pockets before pulling one out and patting your head.

“You’re making them uncomfortable.”

Kiryu sighed and stepped back.

“They take after you huh? No affection.”

Gun stiffened and you turn to look at him. He had that distant look in his eye and you turn to glare at Kiryu.

“Don’t talk to father that way.”

Both Kiryu and Kenji were taken back by your stern words.

“Be mean to him again and I’ll tell grandpa.”

Gun held your hand and walked off before you started fighting men 20 years older than you. However a warm caress soothed his heart and a tiny smile graced his lips.

———————————

2 more days passed and you played jenga with Shingen. Your behemoth grandfather took out a block in the most risky place possible and placed it at the top.

You glared.

“That’s cheating.”

He smiled smugly.

“It’s call strategy child. Risks come in play to your benefit.”

You huff.

“I don’t even know what the means….”

you focus on pulling out a block and the tower shook before you gasped and Shingen watched in smug anticipation. You gently pulled it out before tentatively putting it on the to-

CRASH.

You both stood there like children as the jenga tower crashed into a small glass table and it broke….

You looked up at him shook and he looked down at you shook.

Footsteps boomed down the hallway and Shingen scooped you up before bolting off to hide as Somi chased him with a broom-

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You sat with Haruto and Gun as they sipped on coffee while you blew on your hot chocolate. You looked up at Shintaro opposite you three as he focused on yet another Yamazaki guide of rules or some kind of documentation regarding business.

He sips his coffee and you almost burst out laughing before Gun slapped a hand over your mouth as he and Haruto looked off to the side while restraining their smiles.

Shintaro was too focused on the paper to notice how the rascals infront of him had laced the top of his mug in ink to create a moustache on his upper lip.

“Hitle-“

“Shhhhhhhhh-“

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Somi took it upon herself to show you around the gardens and koi ponds. You held her slim hand as she practically moved with grace while giving the illusion of floating and you followed her in awe.

She stops you and points into the koi ponds.

“They tend to come out more in the summer.”

You watched the pretty fish dance around in the green waters, a smile tugging up your face.

“They’re pretty.”

“Just like you dear.”

You smiled smugly now and she mocked it before you two giggled and skipped off to see the Venus fly traps.

—————————

Both you and Haruto played hide and seek, you being the new favourite hid in a dark Japanese styled room. The behemoth who worked on reading a rule book remained still and serious as Haruto pokes his pretty head in to catch you.

“Father have you seen Y/N?”

Shintaro looked up unamused.

“No.”

Haruto nodded and left before respectfully closing the door.

Shintaro turned to you.

“We had a deal. You deliver.”

You hand over the rest of the shortbreads you bribed him with earlier.

“Thank you.”

“Get out my office.”

———————————

The day was rainy, Gun’s favourite type of day as he smoked under the roof of the engawa. The serene smell of moss and wet grass and nature washed peace over him, the sound of his child being tossed up by her grandfather only left him feeling safe.

You giggled and squealed as Shingen tossed you up, his smooth face smiling bright and his big hands catching you every time. Somi stood with Gun’s shiro Oni umbrella, watching you two play as she laughed and stroked Gun’s head.

The week was passing quickly, however Gun was just happy that his child got to be loved within the residence of stoicism and discipline.

His child was the warmth this place needed.

You giggle and wrap your arms around Shingen’s neck as he laughed out when you proceeded to retaliate by blowing a raspberry in his neck.

Gun smirked as his cigarette’s smoke swirled around him in a wet fog, his child and father both enjoying themselves, like a real family made him feel like maybe there was an impending future of……..normalcy, happiness……warmth….life….within the Yamazaki clan.

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You and your uncle Kiryu areas the instructions off the cook book.

“Melt the butter.”

He nodded and proceeded to melt the butter.

“You know, back in my day, we never made cakes, we’d steal them off the elder’s side of the kitchen because we were deprived little critters-“

“Uncle….”

“We’d gobble them down and go to town!” Lets out a hearty and sweet laugh before continuing-

“When I tell you, your grand father was so mad why he realised I gained 6 pounds-“

“UNCLE! BUTTER!”

The whole pan caught fire.

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It was a day before leaving that you had a big game of hide and seek planned, the room you hid in happened to be a darker and more secluded room, filled with emptiness and just one chair, you sat on the chair and just spun.

The door slid open before a head popped in, you stopped the chair, the head popped out.

You spun again. This time the shoji door leading to the garden opens and you stopped. The figure closed the door.

You spun again before someone popped in once more but you stilled. They left.

This went on for 29 seconds before the chair was lifted off the ground and Gun caught you.

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Dinner that night was somber, you take in your extended family’s faces and expressions. Your grandfather all unreadable, your grandma serene and elegant, grand uncle stern, uncle Haruto calm, Kenji and Kiryu both in their own worlds and your dad as silent as ever. You lean into his side and close your eyes. Wanting this image to sear into her your eyelids. A big and happy family. Not just you and dad. But everyone.

…….meanwhile Kiryu and Kenji played thumb war under the table and went aggressive before knocking over a jug of water into Shintaro’s lap and the old man pulled out a sword-

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So far the Yamazaki estate was fun. Grandpa Shingen was sweet, Grandma Somi was loving, Grand uncle Shintaro was scary, Uncle Haruto was effortlessly kind, all your uncles were strange but nonetheless, you had fun.

When the week came to an end, you packed miserably. Sluggishly folding clothes and putting them away slowly, buying as much time for yourself in the beauty of the Yamazaki house and family.

Your eyes grazed over the wooden architecture and smiled. A certain feeling of always being welcome swirled in your mind and heart before your bag was zipped up, you turned and saw Gun zipping up the bag due to your turtle pace.

“For god sake, come on. Our flight leaves soon.”

You blink.

“Do we have to leave?”

Gun froze and sighed.

“…..yeah. We don’t live here. We’ll be back next holidays, Ok?”

A dejected blink only left you to nod. After all you had your fun, you could stay in contact and uncle Haruto often comes to Korea he said. And grandpa Shingen promised to always come as well. You smile to yourself that you had these memories to cherish and looked forward to making more.

“…..hm.”

Gun sighed and turned to crouch before you.

“They loved you here. They won’t be forgetting to see you all the time. Trust me. No need to feel upset.”

You nod and breathe out calmly.

“Ok.”

A few minutes pass and Gun’s held your hand and you two walk out the manor and you run forward to hug you’re family bye as they stood outside in a crowd. The biggest hug when to Grandp Shingen and uncle Haruto. And grandma Somi. You bowed before Shintaro and shook hands with uncles Kiryu and Kenji.

Gun watched the interactions and sighed softly.

Maybe.

Just maybe.

Healing was possible for all of them.

(Honestly. I don’t even know. Have fun. Happy new years, and late merry crisis.)

[jjungkookislife]

Quarterly Fic Recs 2024 #4

2024 has come to an end so here are some wonderful fics I enjoyed reading the past few months. I hope you enjoy them and as always please read the warnings of each fic and consider reblogging or commenting on a fic you enjoyed :)

Seokjin

good graces @hueseok

summary: kim seokjin doesn’t believe in luck. he’s someone who knows that in order to have good things coming your way, you have to work damn hard for it. however, that might not be the case when it comes to bad luck, because after a video of him goes viral wherein it looks like he’s screaming at someone’s grandma, he begins thinking maybe luck does exist—and it just so happens that he’s now being subjected to a lot of unluckiness.

got me all messed up @ugh-yoongi

what a line @minisugakoobies

hating you, craving you @yooniivrse

summary: you don’t exactly remember how the man you hate most ended up between your legs, but you’re not complaining.

buy me presents @muniimyg

summary: in which you and your boyfriend, jin, do a gift exchange… you get him a new game console and he gifts you his credit card

oh christmas tree @bangtanfancamp

summary: you’re looking for a fresh start and a Christmas tree when you unintentionally stumble across the worlds most attractive dimples and the sweet, gigantic, bumbling man attached to them

Yoongi

i will always love you @redrose10

minted @kithtaehyung

summary: all you do is wake up, sell your fruit on the dusty streets below your flat, and go to sleep. but everything changes when a customer you always look forward to seeing turns out to be dangerous. really, really dangerous.

a christmas miracle @hongcherry

summary: “The last person Yoongi expected to be at his friend’s party was his childhood best friend, who he had lost contact with over the years but greatly missed.”

blackthorn ch. 16 @sweetestofchaos

summary: Prince Yoongi and Princess Keena have been friends for as long as they can remember. But finding out they’re promised to one another in marriage isn’t the only obstacle they must overcome as war threatens their home.

slipping through my fingers @citrustan

summary: you’ve always thought you had it way too easy. all of a sudden, your life seems to be taking a few unexpected turns. it’s time your luck ran out.

bouquet @yooniivrse

summary: every day with you serves as a reminder that you are, in fact, the best thing that has happened to him

not yet @newmittens

summary: Yoongi’s last fan video call doesn’t go as expected…

Hoseok

grinchly yours @artaefact

summary: Christmas time is around the corner, everyone is celebrating to their heart’s content, but not you. No, you despise Christmas and the joy it brings. That is, until a friendly florist decides to pay your bookstore a visit.

day 5 @minisugakoobies

summary: Your brother’s best friend Hoseok really likes your cookies

two hundred and nineteen days @oddinary4bts

kinktober day eleven @euphoricfilter

home for christmas @augustbutwinter

summary: not being able to go home for the holidays takes a toll on you.

Namjoon

eternal reign @hisunshine

dangerous pairing @hobeemin

summary: they were never meant to be together somehow, their lives intertwined, setting in motion a chain of events that would forever change the course of their lives and the people connected to them.

don't get caught @yoonmetogether

the morning after @7ndipity

summary: Namjoon’s reaction to you waking up sore after a night together.

birthday girl @camixiez

kinktober day 14 @euphoricfilter

Jimin

a lover's redemption @writtenwhalien

summary: Blood, business and betrayal is all that Park Jimin has ever known, but when you cross paths again, the stakes are raised even higher and he finds himself battling his conscience, and his heart.

taste of you @divinelyparkjimin

summary: getting yourself off to your childhood friend’s sexual escapades was definitely not on your radar, but seems like it should’ve been a long time ago.

if only it was you @oddinary4bts

good for you @candlewaxandp0lar0ids

summary: Jimin can’t help the way he drowns himself in you. Why should he anyway?

Taehyung

sweetest thing @liveyun

the holi-date @kpopfanfictrash

summary: When your ex-boyfriend becomes engaged to his new girlfriend at your annual Holiday party, you admittedly are not in the best place. Which explains why you down six shots of alcohol, enthusiastically drop it low on the dance floor and – oh, yeah – tell everyone you are also dating someone. The only problem? You are obviously not. Good thing your neighbor happens to be cute and in need of a ride to work every morning.

candy cane @hamsterclaw

summary: You wake up with your head in Taehyung’s lap, and he shows you how his dick is as sweet as candy.

talk @gukslut

summary: Finals week is kicking your ass, thank goodness you have a friend to help you relieve some stress. It’s a great arrangement, as long as no one finds out... as long as you don’t catch feelings. What could go wrong?

see you @gimmesumsuga

summary: Taehyung notices you at a concert, and can’t help but want to see you again.

between the lines @btsgotjams27

summary: the boy you have a crush on loves to draw between the lines of your notebook.

Jungkook

can I keep you? @mikrokcsmos

sucker for love @jvngkook97

summary: in which your best friend happens to be a vampire and the only time he’s able to be himself in the world is during Halloween night. OR you’ve been in love with your best friend for a long ass time and want him to bite you for a change and not a random person, which for some reason, he refuses to do. they say love hurts, and damn it all that you want it too.

killing me softly ^

summary: you wake up from a night of fun, yet one you barely remember. your vampire bff ghosts you and your past comes to haunt you in the worst way possible. OR they say that blood is thicker than water, but what do you do when the person you trust most turns out to be the monster you’ve always been warned about?

clingy @bonny-kookoo

summary: In which Jungkook is a professional hybrid heat-partner who just wants to do his job

nervous @jeonbunnie

summary: Jeongguk runs into his ex-girlfriend over the holidays.

tailored @flurrys-creativity

summary: In need of a new suit you visit your trusted tailor shop again. Kim’s Tailor Shop. Though when you enter the shop the usual face of Seokjin can’t be found, instead the unfamiliar face of a young man greets you. A man, who isn’t aware of your secret, which makes getting a tailored suit way more complicated than it should be. Can you protect your secret and still get the suit in need or will your cover be blown?

diet pepsi @yooniivrse

summary: stuck in the rain, jungkook can’t resist the sweetness of your lollipop—or the taste of your lips.

baby please come home @letsbangts

summary: when he’s the only thing you want for Christmas

warm up ^

summary: when you help him warmup

server room @mister0ctopus

summary: Your new IT guy is quiet and shy. But when you accidentally caught him doing something in the server room, while moaning your name, you just had to pretend you didn’t see that, right? Even if you can’t help but feel something, like, help him?

Multiple Members/OT7

petrichor @purpleyoonn

summary: You had been working at Bangtan Corporation for almost two years now, and not once have you ever laid eyes on your bosses. That was, until you met them when out with some of your coworkers. Now, you almost wish you hadn’t. Almost.

bts as situationships/fuck buddies: a speculative headcanon @kkaetnipjeon

alpha goes first @hollyhomburg

summary: Each pack has its own set of traditions and standards and as the newest omega in bangtan’s pack- you have more than a few things to learn. things come to a head when the youngest alpha tries to breed you before your pack alpha does. Seokjin doesn’t like that one bit.

before I leave you ch. 79 ^

summary: It’s Hoseok’s turn to breed you through your heat, but Namjoon won’t let him have it easily.

when you least expect it @johobi

summary: You’re in love with your childhood friend, Taehyung. The problem is, you treasure your friendship with him far too much to ever risk losing it. Oh, and he’s quite the Casanova. At your wits’ end with feelings you can no longer hide as diligently as you once did, you ask him to set you up with someone, anyone, in a last ditch attempt to avoid a heartbreaking conversation.

[wainswright]

Don’t forget the isekais where the protagonist who either transmigrates into a peasant baby (still usually a video game world) or is forcibly deposited in their normal work clothes into the middle of peasant feudal land + fantasy race catgirls and has a hobby of knowing how crop rotation plus “”economics”” works. (still thinking about how the log horizon guy got arrested for tax fraud after that plot.) It basically is like “a connecticut yankee in king arthur’s court” except the protagonist is likely a young secretly beautiful overly indulged secret royal. Cheats are granted. (funny playful variations) Best at random appeal by default. Compared to all other webnovels (including korean) less focused on intrinsic worth of character. Most emphasis on “playing a role.” Best at being creative within a limited range (dragon quest.) My hands down favorite “isekai” is a manga written by a doctor about being sent back in time to feudal japan… I can’t remember the name. Very detailed explanations of cholera. I believe he quit his job to write it on patreon. Good narrative tension.

The chinese “web isekai” (or rather: xianxia?) novels seem to emphasize a different set of “advantages” and “accomplishments” the regressed (*time traveled back to the beginning of their childhood before they trusted a slimy husband or step-parent) protagonist must accomplish to become pretty and talented and immortal and to crush all their enemies and be revered for their cleverness- anything can be built. (reincarnated as a villain! to correct a betrayal! your enemies will cry as they get slapped! high on schadenfreude.) Great soap opera court drama type of interactions, new fantasy world style to me- like journey to the west cosmos levels to rank up between to become immortal (which purifies your body, which means you become smart and hot and never have to eat or poop. first impressions are a big deal in this genre.) Best at worldbuilding and character interactions between the world and protagonist by default. Best at not being weird about cool girl protags. Most likely to have a suicide plot. I posit the heavenly cloud castles have no sewage, and the water is generated by a magical artifact.

S. Korean isekais tend to be more urban fantasy, psychological thriller style. Emphasis on tactics and (explicitly- moment to moment) survival. Power fantasy protagonist seems to mix the above approaches, emphasis on smirking and being clever and svelte; the protagonist way more likely to have comedy than Chinese ones, less pratfall focused than Japanese ones. Best at how to describe… moment by moment narrative tension? A particular story craft and flow for subtle quality I don’t usually expect from isekai, a genre where everything almost feels like a dice roll comparing power levels and what happens is all forgone conclusion now, filling in a blank which serves no story purpose, used for no story purpose, sometimes isekais barely feel like the people writing them know the good parts of what writing stories are. The isekais most like a “real story,” as in humans will have (at least a concentrated expectation of attempt) of interesting in-depth affected-by-the-characters-interacting-within relations with other characters.

and ‘western’ adventure stories strike me as evolving more from the “sword in the stone” style chosen ones that more emphasize capacity in battle + great fairness of character but otherwise focused more on characterization and even groups of protagonists before I think they got really influenced by sword art online type of anime/webnovels and tend towards the “instant baddie” sort of protagonists that can win military victories with super spy prowess, a familiarity with marksmanship, and a snap of their mentally superior notably-individualistic-at-the-cost-of-realistic-worldbuilding fingers. Some people are chosen. (less time travel, more secret knowledge.) The power fantasy here is to become like a huge ripped scarred guy who knows how to do everything, and then is deposited into a coffin to be summoned by the next gen of heroes. Best at characterization by default. Most likely to have some kind of author mental struggle with character genders (not sure how to describe this, lil sexist? even comparing rape or violence or whatever) (most likely to hysterically insist women are intrinsically tied to being nurturers, kind of creepy) and most likely to emphasize intrinsic character. Thinking back, basically no emphasis on interaction with world in terms of “creating roles” like almost all other isekais do. Least likely to even mention the word suicide.

It’s a real subtle vibe that makes me separate Narnia from “””Isekai””” Think its sort of a network of influences, a mental genre to me characterized by power fantasy (at cost of “good writing,”) and imaging people’s intelligence and strength as “power levels,” with vaguely immature simplicity, like in a video game. (note the absent slot for character unless… it’s a “type.”) Tendency towards harem. To justify parallel world plots, the universe is a computer and all fictional worlds are simulations that can be rearranged by admin privileges. All an excuse for the godly blessings, naturally.

(this is not a very serious post i haven’t thought too hard about this) Extremely fun to read.

I do not know if you're looking for comic recommendations at the moment but as a big fan of the greatest estate developer I wanted to recommend some stuff that struck me as similar:

Unlucky is as lucky does (weird name, good story, weird faces galore. Fantasy but not transmigration)

Love advice from the great duke of hell (comedy, weird faces slightly to the left, kinda isekai if summoning counts? Fun demon guys in there)

Vainglorious is... admittedly the weird one out here for having less weird faces but the shenanigans at times feel similar.

Princess Hurricane is two isekais for the price of one and although there isn't much out yet I would say it does hit some of the greatest estate's good spots, both comedy-vise and weird faces-vise.

That's all, have a good day, big fan of the normal spaceship, peace and wellfishes!

So I get that an isekai is a portal fantasy with Asian characters but what the fuck is a transmigration

I spent too long working in biology and I can only imagine a flock of wild Protagonists heading closer to the equator for the winter

[nashdoesstuff]

crest RAMBLES because i’m so normal about him <- i am regular

okay so. first and foremost crest is my take on nicemare. because i don’t really like a lot of interpretations of nicemare,, that’s just my opinion, though— i don’t like them much really but i do think they have potential!! so i gave it a shot and crescent is the result of that.

here he is!! my goober ever <3

second. he and his sister [celeste] were born in around the late 1550s. no specific birthdate [yet] but they were born in that decade. crest stood by the tree as per usual, defending nim’s new form as best he could, even if it didn’t go to plan sometimes.

during the apple incident, he only ate around half of the apples on the tree before the villagers started attacking him, so a lot of them were left to roam the universe after crest fled. celeste was put into stone with a spell after crest finished killing every villager, mostly because he was scared of hurting her with the new magic that had overcome him and that was beyond his control at the time.

he was. very sick. throughout the first year of his corruption. in this multiverse the apples make their consumer feel sick and nauseous, alongside other side affects. these can last or worsen, depending on how many apples are consumed. in crest’s case, since they were around 500, he was sick for several months, staying in one universe and mourning what he presumed was the loss of his sister, and the actual loss of his mother, whom he killed accidentally. due to the fact he never consumed every apple, “passive’s” soul was not lost, and crescent still controls his own body. his corruption only controls his body when crescent is angrier or influenced by surrounding negative energy. this can be best shown through crest’s eyelight— which typically is blue and purple [this is also known as crest’s ‘neutral’ state.] when it is entirely violet, crescent is usually showing genuine, strong positive emotions, or experiencing sadness, fear, or likewise. when his eyelight is entirely blue/cyan, his corruption has the majority of the control, and crest has a lack of sympathy. fortunately, entire corruption rarely ever occurs, only in situations of anger or extreme negativity.

he travelled the multiverse young, and stood in one universe for the rest of his childhood until he decided to travel again. he stood in another universe after falling in love with someone for some 20+ years, leaving a month after said lover’s death. after that occurred, he began to live loosely, only staying in a universe for at most a week or two before departing once again. this changed in the 1800s when he found an abandoned castle and called it his home.

his sister awoke from stone in the year 2065, in which you may remember from this comic where crest recalls celeste disowning him. after this happened and celeste befriended ink, crest met killer, horror, and dust, alongside cross who joined them two years later. crest treats his boys like family, and is a father figure of sorts to them. [sound familiar?]

after celeste’s corruption, he made a truce with ink to help both of them fight her off. as time passed, however, the two became closer and closer and eventually fell in love. they married around a year into their relationship.

now, my main issue with nicemare universes is they never really put reason to nightmare’s kindness. why is it that nightmare is seen as heartless to everyone but kind only to those who know him closely?

my explanation for this is crest’s requirement for other’s suffering. his corruption requires him to feed on the suffering of other people, even if he doesn’t want it. so, he goes to universes and harms them, only because he must. due to this, people find it more difficult to trust him. however, since his boys know and trust him, they deem him as the kind-hearted guardian he is ^^

additionally, as to why he’s nice, i think he used to Not Be. like he wasn’t too kind in his childhood. he used to get into fights and didn’t socialize, blah blah. these events occurred most frequently before the age of 13 because he was just on edge due to everything that had occurred in the village and had a very difficult time seeing that others weren’t going to hurt him. but as his magic developed and he was able to better feel the intentions of others, he grew to understand other people much easier than he was able in the years prior. he managed to grow out of that “guilty until proven innocent” mindset, and made some acquaintances and even developed some feelings for boys he grew up around. 

so! some fun facts about crest:

he is an avid tea and coffee drinker. he has coffee once in the mornings, and jasmine tea twice or more a day. he drinks coffee for energy since he doesn’t sleep ^^

he is gay! he would rather watch paint dry than kiss a woman

originally, he had a lot of internalized homophobia. he was told being queer was wrong growing up, so when he found out he was he Hated Himself for it. it wasn’t until he met his first boyfriend when he realized it was okay to be gay, and even after he passed he thought his partner’s death was caused by a higher deity being angry with them for loving each other. he only stopped believing this in the mid-1900s. 

crest is autistic and has some difficulty with social cues. he runs the castle on a strict schedule, only barely changing it. he rotates between 3-4 outfits and refuses to wear anything else unless it is an occasion. he also hates velvety textures, and cannot wear any sort of fabrics/textiles on his hands without freaking out about it. this includes bandages, gloves, and fabric on his hands for a prolonged period of time. this also extends to touch— long-term hand holding or unauthorized touching makes him extremely anxious. basically, if anything is on his hands that he doesn’t want on there, he will Not like it. his special interest could be considered the multiverse.

he does like rings though! he wears five in total.

he isn’t very fond of corrupt dream/positivity guardian variants. he just. doesn’t like them. his sister scares him enough.

he has a type when it comes to love interests: artists. he loves artists of any kind— his first boyfriend was a musician, and ink’s… ink. any other crushes he had were either painters, musicians, writers, or actors.

crest does doodle on occasion, mostly in journals he uses to take notes around the multiverse. he’s been keeping journals since adulthood, and has kept all of them since. he keeps all of his journals on a bookshelf in his office, and he has a total of 200+ journals, some specialized in certain universes and others moreso as travel diaries.

he primarily listens to classical and acoustic music. he has a record player and refuses to use anything else to listen to music in his free time.

he is 5’0”.

crest is insecure about his body, particularly his goop/negativity coating. he sees it as a reminder of the worst day of his life.

yeagh i’m normal about him. anyways feel free to ask me questions about him. thumbs up emoji

[sunnyxjarrus]

Tw death and trauma

so I was scrolling tik tok and you know the song hunter by Paris Paloma yeah came across a video to that and my first thought was about how I was so convinced at a young age (5-6 and up until like 13) that someone I have grown up with and have loved the entire time and I would lie to myself about the real meaning to everything he said to me and all like this person is one of the few that I actually cared about the opinion of and that fucking sucks because no matter what I do this person has only ever seen me as a fuck up failure but anyways I was so convinced that this person would be the one to kill me I was so convinced he would murder me and you know that doesn’t come from nowhere I was being told by him that I needed to kill myself and that I wasn’t worth anything that everything I did was wrong and if he’s mad(if any man I live with is mad) I revert back into my 6 year old self standing frozen because if I move,do or say anything it’s going to be physical because every man in my house has gotten into physical fights with multiple of the other inhabitants and most of them have pulled a knife out during a fight at least once sometimes not even on their person he’s fighting

so guess I should bring this up when I start therapy (I don’t know when that is)

[toomuchdivergentformyneuro]

probably the most constant thing of my life has been the social isolation and loneliness i experience

since i was a young child, i’ve always struggled to make and find friends, and often was left alone

for a long time, nothing could defeat my spirits and will to make friends, and even the loneliness wasn’t enough to make me stop

nowadays, it gets to me, the loneliness, and i often wonder if i’ll have all the friends i’ve deserved all along

[gothammybeloved]

omgomgomg! i completely forgot about this ask so this is a wonderful way to start 2025 <3  itty bitty just in case tw for mentions of canon typical violence <33

completely agree on Bruce!! and while it makes sense that criminals would try to do that to the Waynes it brings up two things to me. 1. Imagine wing injuries in kidnappings…. imagine the whump… the healing process???…. (Now i want to write this lol) 2. Think about how much WORK Bruce put into protecting his (and his kids) wings when they go out. Flying through a metropolitan area canNOT be easy nor safe. Again i’ll urge you to think of the whump <3

Dickie!! I agree with the reasoning behind bluejay wings which is why I’ll present something else… you guessed it. Whump. His parents' death would have been so fucking tragic, you have wings right?? they shouldn’t have fallen. But maybe their wings got snapped, maybe they were injured beforehand maybe they died in the air. that wouldn’t go very well for Dick’s development. Imagine this little fledgling who just saw his parents' wings break, an acrobat who THRIVES in the sky, who is now scared of heights and flying despite its everyday nature. He would push past it and try to get Zucco, and try to be Robin and we would watch as all the pent up fear continued to build. I could see if breaking once after he first starts as Robin. and another time catastrophically worse when he’s in SPACE and his brother dies a caged bird. anyhoosies

Jason. Darling. Baby. i love this. I’m gonna go with the condor because while I LOVE the flashiness of the secratry bird, in all my head cannons I make Jason big and strong even when he was on the streets. (obviously malnourished and not doing well™️ but some kids hold onto their form better. and alfred’s cooking obviously built back most of what he lost. Moving on, his death would be even more traumatic for a couple for reasons! YAY 🎉🎉 For one, broken wings can’t feel good nor plucked feathers nor…. torn muscles—functional wing muscles would tie into the persons lats and around their upper chest. you could easily completely break the functionality of wings with a very simple slice. And again dieing a caged bird… i GAWT to write this. coming back Jason could feel a lot of “relief” in the LoA because Talia lets him fly and grow and groom his wings to his heart’s content. Which… jason think. you were a BABY and now you’re a fridge. Bruce would have never let you just fly around by yourself… not to mention you’re now in a desert cult that wants you alive and happy useful not a major metropolitan area that wants you for ransom.

Tim!!! my favorite boy!!!!!!! love this guy frfr i’m going to go with raven wings because while crows are more often in cities i like the idea of… baby tim… rich boy tim… having to adapt to his self-inflicted/self learned street skills. i also would love it if wings could have traits i.e. recessive/dominant. imagine Tim with black wings that don’t match Janet’s sloping cream swan feathers or Jack’s beautiful reflective hummingbird wings. he looks like them but without matching wings… imagine high society gossip. can you tell i like emotional angst? (don’t answer that)

Damian baby!! Ok so hear me out on this. Spitting image of Bruce but with warm brown skin, matching wings but that are technically rarer…. middle school kids are so incredibly and inconsistently bigots. ESPECIALLY high society/rich ones (i work with kids trust me on this) Despite with Bruce’s face and wings i can just imagine the bullying. am i secretly projecting my childhood trauma? maybe. i don’t remember most of it.

Steph! while i like the cockatoo and am still a fan i’d love to tell you about purple martins <3 they look black while in shadows but turn purple in the light! and if lets say… her father was a cockatoo… martins are bigger and i think that Steph wouldn’t all get pride in having bigger wings then her biggest opp /silly

Cass is obviously an owl but i’m just thinking about how thick owl feathers are. she would have gotten so dirty… and how many times do you think she got to wash while on the run. look me in the eyes and tell me if you think she didn’t have to run away from her first kill with blood on her feathers and how long that had to stick to her

Duke!! I love the idea of the lorikeet and i would like to present in turn a kingfisher! they have yellow chests and reflective blue backs which I think matches the sky in a fun way since our dear boy is the day shift. another plus, kingfishers are carnivorous which I think plays nicely into Duke's whole "normal" but actually just as insane niche

And Alfred lines up perfectly with my visions cause an albatross is what I've always tied him to <3

do you think you would ever do a wingfic? cause i LOVE your writing style and your shifter fics have lead me to believe that you would be super good at it :]

like brucie would obviously have batwings cause ✨drama✨ and maybe for the rest of the fam they have wings that match their hair colors and personalities? if that makes sense 🫠 and maybe the reader has just super duper soft wings :}

if you ever decide to do something wingfic esq. just know that i would be the first to read :3

with love - @gothammybeloved

Rising from the dead with this one (I have twenty asks in my inbox)

Happy Holidays you mfs

Masterlist

Bruce

Def a bat. Causes him problems with the press having similar wings to Batman sometimes but there's a lot of other people with bat wings so it's generally a baseless accusation. This likely goes for the entire batfam because lots of people have similar bird wings. Ye

I'd think that he and Lucius Fox probably designed some kind of protection for bat wings (and then later of feather wings once he adopted Dick etc) because criminals would purposely or accidentally rip the membrane/break the bones of batfam wings.

Dick

Dick is a Blue Jay because;

A) blue does it need explanation

B) Blue Jays have elliptical wings which are shaped in a way that "allow birds to maneuver tightly in confined spaces and minimize drag for rapid ascent and descent". And it makes sense for Dick who is flexible to concerning degrees. So. Neat

Jason

We have two options here:

A) secretary bird bc they beat the shit out of snakes. I promise. Snakes = dirty criminals yk??? Also that bird looks like it reads Jane Austen

B) Andean Condor which is the largest bird of prey

because Jason is a brick shit house

Tim

Crow/Raven. Doesn't matter cause they're both smart and have been known to use things like tools and other stuff etc.

Also black would fit with the Red Robin suit I'd think so yeah 👍

Damian

Like father like son, so bat wings too. In the League I'd think they would treat the wings of the Al Ghul (I'd wanna say all have bat wings too? Cant see Ra's with bird wings) family as...

Idk but see the vision ok: painting the membrane with special paint that doesn't weigh them down, in gold intricate patterns. They'd have people do it for them but when moving to Gotham, Damian would probably keep doing it himself.

Steph

Red (or yellow) tailed black cockatoo. Cockatoos have a fun personality I think and the wings of the red tailed black cockatoo are black, fitting in with her suit, but also have a fun sprinkle of yellow colouring.

Idk what birds have purple wings I sorry

Cass

An owl with black wings (black banded owl, black barn owl etc.) because:

A) black . Black bat? Like?

B) owls are silent in flight which makes sense for Cass because she's very stealthy and quiet.

Duke

Keeping a trend of Australian birds I think he'd be a rainbow lorikeet. Lovable colourful birds that no one can find a reason to hate except for when there's fifty squawking next to your bedroom cough cough

Have mostly yellow wings. Bonus their chest feathers reflect in ultraviolet light to signal (! See what I did there) to other birds. Let's pretend their wings do that too

Alfred

Some kind of albatross. This man went from British special forces to a butler for billionaires in America. He has travelled. He has seen shit. He makes it look easy

Bonus most albatross species live up and over of 50 years which isn't the longest but still pretty cool.

[alagaisia]

Hey if you’re still enjoying and engaging with Harry Potter in any capacity you can unfollow me 😊 please and thank you

Like. I get it. I was super into it as a kid too. I did not have the social context to pick up on the antisemitism or transphobia or sexism or fatphobia or bioessentialism or racism or anything else. I also picked up on surface-level language of Fighting Back Against Evil and ascribed my own values onto what that meant and thought we were all on the same page. I remember when the original kids who grew up with the books started becoming adult fans and picking up on the (blatant!) antisemitism and everybody was still mostly willing to give JKR the benefit of the doubt on it. (“She was writing kids books!” They said. “She didn’t know she was penning a global phenomenon! She picked a common literary trend in European fairy tales (antisemitic caricature) and didn’t examine it closely. It’s a mistake anyone could make,” we said. “She would probably do things differently now. After all, she word-of-god confirmed the vaguest hints she dropped that Dumbledore might be gay,” we said.) There was actually a span of several years where biases inherent in the actual real content of the Harry Potter series were coming to light and even the people pointing them out still seemed mostly to think it was an unfortunate accident.

That time has passed. Years ago! We are long past the first months of “maybe she doesn’t realize this seemingly-feminist tweet she liked was made by a noted TERF” and then “how could she not realize that these many veiled TERF-y things she’s retweeted have implications for the many queer fans of her work” and finally “oh wow okay JKR just dropped an entire transphobic manifesto on twitter. I guess the transphobia was the point.”

Yeah, there were a few months after that where people were still processing and still working through how they felt about Harry Potter and all of its flaws with the context of the now open transphobia of the creator. I was there for that. Remember how I was one of the kids who built it up into something noble and worthwhile based on my own beliefs about what messages it was probably trying to convey? Turns out it wasn’t trying to say any of those things, and when you take the time to examine all of the terrible shit that made its way into the text whether JKR intended it to be there or not, the whole series falls apart. It’s weird to discover that there’s a room in your house that’s rotten to the core, but eventually you figure out you can’t live like that, still going in there and holding your nose and pretending it’s still the same room you thought it was when the termites were only inside of the walls and hadn’t yet started chewing their way through the furniture. Because what’s going to happen is that they are going to infest the rest of your house. If you decide you can ignore transphobia and antisemitism and everything else just because you liked the color of the wallpaper, the rest of your principles are going to crumble too. You get rid of that fucking room. You put those books on a high shelf in the back of your closet behind other outgrown clothes and interests and you move the fuck on.

JKR uses the money made from her transphobic antisemitic children’s books to actively funding hate groups and to lobby for legislation that will and has actually affected the actual lives of trans people in an entire country. We are past the point of grieving something you were wrong about in childhood. Kids are wrong about a lot of stuff. You grow up and you learn new information and you change your behaviors based on it. You have to choose. It is transphobic to pretend there is not transphobia where there is. It is transphobic to support the work of someone who is using those funds to take rights from trans people with every fucking dollar. It is hateful to continue to engage positively with a story that at its very core is rooted in hate and bigotry and prejudice. You can choose to do all of those things but you cannot claim ignorance of them and you cannot choose those things and still pretend that choosing them upholds the values we convinced ourselves that Harry Potter stood for over a decade ago as uninformed children. You cannot choose to do those things and pretend to still support your trans and queer and Jewish neighbors. I do not want you in my neighborhood. Leave.

[fantasticgothicpeachsludge]

I am now officially a whole two decades old

Everybody congratulate me on my two decades

[chibishortdeath]

Hmmm I kinda want to make a side blog for RPG Maker game development related things to be able to talk to more experienced people in that community, but at the same time I both don’t really think I’d get much attention and don’t want to accidentally spoil my own game (^^ ; ).

I have a rough story, concept doodles, a tileset, some character sprites, an enemy that walks around but can’t initiate battle yet (if I even decide to have a battle system), a couple rooms with some events, and a functioning run button, but I’m still lost on how to do much else at the moment. Especially since this program has the ability for scripting, meaning I’ll probably have to learn and actually retain another coding language.

So, I’m not very far at all lol. Idk how well that’d go over on the established fandom website, but eh.

[sillaygoofball]

Normalize making pmvs based off days you’ve had two years ago

[the-bluestreak-cat]

My extremely personal red flag is if you’ve never lived independently.

Do not open tags it’s just a personal vent and I hit the tag limit (30) and that’s never happened to me before ajskdlf

[curryshesus]

jeon jungkook fics that own my mind, body, heart, and soul

in other words, this is a collection of my favorite jk fics on tumblr! if you enjoyed any of these fics as much as i did, pls remember to support the authors by interacting with their post. part 2 | other bts members

➺ bitchin - by @kinktae

summary: the 80s were a time of choices. which perm was right for you? what color neon would you wear next? none of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with jeon jungkook.

➺ idealizations concerning real life relations - by @venusiangguk

summary: jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn’t love in return.

➺ hotter than hell - by @chateautae

summary: jungkook, lucifer and king of hell, has been cast out of the crimson underworld for a reason he’s unsure of. embarking on his journey for the answer should’ve been easy, if it weren’t for you, the human that nurses his wounded body in her home, and accidentally witnesses the truth of his identity. kickstarting a hellish adventure with the devil himself, you discover lucifer is the most infuriating company ever; and jungkook finds out that maybe his answer to returning home lies within his annoying human confidant.

➺ jump then fall (into you) - by @writtenwhalien

summary: bringing Jungkook along as your date to your ex’s lavish cruise wedding seemed like a perfect idea at first — all of your family and close friends together, nothing can go wrong… then Jungkook’s ex shows up and all of a sudden you’re in a years long relationship with him. You don’t mind though, really, how hard can sharing a cabin and pretending to be deeply in love with your best friend really be?

➺ too late to dream - by @kookslastbutton

summary: You did it. You married your college professor. You even bought a house together. Against all odds, everything had fallen into place. But after two years of marriage, you begin feeling something was missing. You want a baby but your husband can’t say the same.

➺ the forgotten spaces- by @oddinary4bts

summary: you've been dancing on the same dance crew since your teenage years, and you finally have an important role in it. It feels like life is taunting you when your rival comes back after disappearing for a year, ready to tease you every chance he gets. Will the teasing turn into more, or are you going to take him down with you?

➺ when the end comes - by @oddinary4bts

summary: Seven years after you've started dating Jungkook, long distance creates a wedge in your relationship. When the only solution seems to be breaking up, you go your separate ways even though love still lives in the two of you. Will you find a way back together, or has the end come for you and Jeon Jungkook? **sequel to the forgotten spaces

➺ falling - by @starshapedkookie

summary: soulmate (noun): a person who is bound to another through the strongest level of emotional and physical connection. one is given a name on the body upon 18 years of age and any transgressions against the laws of soul-bonding will not occur without harm.

➺ love alive - by @jamaisjoons

summary: a year after you and jungkook break up, the two of you meet at your brother’s party.

➺ changes in between - by @taegularities

summary: Becoming the roommate of Jeon Jungkook is the biggest change you’ve ever gotten thrown into - but little do you know that the addition of another man will bring even further turbulence into your (love) life.

➺ falling skies - by @fortunexkookie

summary: Jeon Jiyeon was your childhood best friend; her brother, Jungkook, was something else entirely. You used to be friends, but then he had gone from endearingly frustrating dumb boy to card-carrying fuckboy so fast it had given you whiplash.

Despite the teasing and fighting, Jiyeon realized how Jungkook felt about you long before he did - it was a twin thing - and if you were her sun, and he was her moon, then she just wished she could show you how he reflected your light.

➺ sugarplum elegy - by @bymoonchild

summary: You know no bounds nor depth with Jungkook. While your fuck buddy loves sleeping in your bed and doing laundry for you with his favourite fabric softener, you are in love with a mysterious honeyed, velvety voice on Soundcloud. All’s fine, until you find out that the voice that metaphors your heart to a sweet sugarplum melody actually belongs to the boy who has been taking up a special spot in your bed and in your heart, strumming at your heartstrings all this while. Or, Jungkook has one braincell, but it’s heart-shaped.

➺ an abundance of mondays - by @diortae

summary: "why the fuck would it be easy? you’re disgustingly in love with your best friend. of course it’s complicated.” he pauses to roll his eyes, as if he hasn’t just laid out the most secret parts of you here in the middle of the campus dining hall.

➺ five dates - by @kpopfanfictrash

summary: “Ten dates,” he nods, smile tugging at his lips. “Ten dates, to decide if you want this – want me – or want me to go. Ten dates to get to know me. Ten dates,” he says, oddly soft, “to fall in love with me.” Which then becomes five.

➺ here comes the bride, all dressed in pride - by @hansolmates

summary: You and your cousin Doyeon have had beef with each other since the sandbox. When she plucks the last straw, you decide to end your long-simmering fight by claiming that you and her ex—Jeon Jungkook, are now boyfriend and girlfriend

➺ if i told you - by @gukyi

summary: in order to pay for university, jeon jungkook decides to market his most valuable asset to the wealthy socialites of campus: himself. donning a suit and tie, tousled hair, and glasses (to look smarter), he becomes every rich daughter’s dream: the perfect boyfriend to bring to balls, dinners, and business gatherings. all while you watch from the sidelines, only able to dream of having that much money to buy yourself what you really want: him.

[dagasinfilo]

boreded again