#and akio is my son

[masamasaibk]

Some Inazuma Eleven redraws because I am fighting art block very very hard these days (and it's winning)

[sernik-krakowski]

Collection of (mostly) Areori doodles ive made since beginning orion

[linagram]

Its board game night (INCLUDING the guards, no matter how much eiji bitches about it) who's winning, and who's flipping the board?

ohh, this is an interesting question actually! :O

i'll just rate all of my ocs from those who are the worst at playing board games to those who are the best at it

12. Shun (Poor boy doesn't understand what's going on. Too much to memorize. Too much to do. He's so confused, he will just let others win)

11. Miki (First of all, she's just like Shun and gets confused easily, it's also very hard for her to understand the game's rules. Second of all, she just lacks that competitive spirit and she prefers to let others win, because "all of them deserve to have fun")

10. Asahi (If something goes wrong, he just throws a tantrum. Also, he's just bad at playing board games, so yeah, it will be very hard for others to calm him down)

9. Aimi (She's just so happy that she can play board games with someone that she ends up paying no attention at all to the actual game. She has friends now!! They're all having fun!! Oh no, she lost. Oh well..)

8. Yurika (The thing is.. she's not even bad at playing games like that. She's actually pretty good at it. Her luck is just really bad and she ends up getting distracted/losing to people who don't even care about the game that much/etc. She pretends that everything is fine, but literally everyone can feel how angry she really is)

7. Eiji (He hates this whole thing and he believes that the prisoners shouldn't be allowed to play together like this, but eventually he agrees to do it because Miki asked him to join them. Also, he will do anything to make Kei lose and it doesn't help that Eiko keeps saying things like "I'm sure if somebody is going to win, it will be Guard-san~" He ends up losing though.)

6. Naomi (Pretty good at board games! It's not like she's an expert, but she's not that bad either. When younger characters like Miki or Aimi lose, she tries to calm them down and gives them candy to cheer them up, but when it comes to Asahi.. she's trying so hard not to laugh at him.)

5. Reina (Literally couldn't care less about the final result. She's just here to have fun, even though she claims that she actually has this secret evil plan to make everyone lose. However, even though she doesn't even try that hard, she almost ends up winning)

4. Kei (Actually good at them! He enjoys seeing everyone's reactions when they lose (especially his own brother's) and he suggests that they make this game even harder. He loses right after they change the rules)

3. Riku (He knows a lot about board games because he used to play them with his family often, so he has experience. Probably loses because it suddenly becomes harder for him to focus on the game after Miki saying that she believes in him.)

2. Akio (He almost wins, but here's the thing. This guy is smart, but his luck? Isn't so good. So no matter how good his strategy is, he will lose at the very last moment because of something stupid, but very important. Will just sit there and try not to cry after that)

1. Eiko (Like Reina, she doesn't care about the game at all, but she ends up winning exactly because of how calm she is. She's not particularly happy about her victory, but she accepts it. After seeing Akio's reaction, she pats him on the head and says that he did great. She jokes that she would kiss him on the cheek as a reward but he's a little too young for her and also Sanada brothers are watching)

[eraserisms]

Soft Aizawa family tag drop. I'm exhausted but I'll add his siblings tomorrow.

[lev1hei1chou]

Cuddles and Jealousy

Dad!Gojo x reader Genre: Fluff Synopsis: Gojo is jealous of your baby Masterlist Requests open!

You were cuddled up on the couch with your baby boy, Akio, cooing softly to him. His little fingers grasped your thumb tightly, and you couldn’t help but smile at his adorable face. Gojo stood nearby, arms crossed and a pout forming on his lips.

“Hey, what about me?” he whined, nudging you with his foot. “I used to get all the attention around here.”

You looked up at him, amused. “Oh, poor baby. Feeling neglected?”

“Yes, actually. Glad you noticed” he huffed, flopping dramatically onto the couch beside you. “Akio gets all your hugs and kisses now. What about my needs?”

Akio giggled at his father's antics, his little laugh making your heart melt even more. You kissed your small baby on the forehead, then leaned over to give your big baby a peck on the cheek. “There, happy now?”

Gojo shook his head, still pouting. “Nope, that’s not enough. I need more love and attention. You used to shower me with affection.”

You laughed and handed Akio to his father. “Why don’t you hold him for a bit? Maybe you’ll feel better.”

Gojo took Akio carefully, looking into his son’s eyes. Akio gurgled and reached out to touch Gojo’s face, making him smile. “Ofcourse, he’s adorable. But I still want my cuddles.”

You moved closer, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “You cutie. How about a family cuddle?”

Gojo’s pout finally turned into a grin. “Now you’re talking!” He shifted so that Akio was snuggled between the two of you.

“See?” you said, resting your head on Gojo’s shoulder. “Now we’re all getting attention.”

He sighed contentedly. “I guess I can share you with Yuki. But only because he’s so cute.”

“Just remember,” you teased, “I’ve got plenty of love for both my boys.”

Gojo leaned in for a quick kiss, then turned to Akio. “You hear that, buddy? We’ve got the best mommy ever.”

Akio babbled happily in response, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “I think he agrees.”

[toji-bunny-girl]

my mind is plagued with the thought of girl dad!Toji urghhhh 😭

when you first told that you’re pregnant, he just fr looked at you liek 🫤 Dude was not READY (even tho he already has a teenage son). Mans literally got all :/ for the consequences of his own action—not wearing condom and creampieing you all night just because it’s his silly lil kink 🤪🤪

his thought doesn’t go to the gender of the baby, cuz he thought babies are all the same, “aLl tHey dO iS shiT anD cRy 😠😠” (liek Megumi was mostly raised by his mom tf he knows abt babies) until you’re 7 months pregnant and lying on his chest, in the bed with him while thinking up names for your baby.

“Akio,” Toji spoke, his chest rumbling with his words.

“That’s a boy name, Toji,” you turned to look at him, suspicion laced in your features. “Do you even know the gender of our baby?”

“Uh—yea. A girl, right?” he answered based on the way you reacted.

This wasn’t good. He was showing signs of a neglectful parent, just like how he did with his son; you can never imagine yourself as a single mom—and you would stop at nothing to prevent his cycle of absent parenting.

Your daughter would have parents who would do anything, even kill for her, you swore.

And Toji would take that literally.

When he first saw Minami, he had an intangible feeling in his chest, pulse thumping fast and his head grew heavy. It was like having Megumi for the first time, with another woman he loves and a daughter with her.

Toji had forgotten how tiny babies were, especially in his large hands. And the sight of this hulking man slightly crouching as he held his daughter warmed your heart: the look in his eyes spoke volume then, no one would ever dare to hurt his little girl.

When days got to months and bled to years, toddler Minami had finally grown into her character and the two of you are absolutely exhausted trying to take care of her. She was like a burning shell fired out of a circus cannon from the depths of hell, screaming when you don’t let her tear her storybooks apart and obliterating your ears when you take her toys away for throwing them at people.

It’s during moments like this where Toji imagines a life without her (sorry). You’d be spending time date nights alone usually ended with you screaming his name at the backseat of his car. And would he exchange his current life with one without Minami? Absolutely not.

It would mean losing one of his pretty girls in his arm at night, no more tea parties with mom and dad, and he wouldn’t have his personal alarm pasting those small smooches on his cheeks to wake him up (upon mommy’s orders).

He’d rather lose an eardrum or two just to have his emerald-eyed princess welcoming him home with her giggles. He’d rather the world burn than to lose Minami. His south star, the brightest of all just like her mother.

[dellalyra]

𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 - 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨

2 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 - 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥.

pixie says: it’s here. this took so long because i was determined to get it just right, since this will be the final ‘pixie’s canon’ chapter of family formations (there will be more extra chapters and side stories, don’t worry! our fav family aren’t going anywhere yet). as always, mdni. request open.

“Akio, baby! Come put your shoes on!” You call into the playroom where your almost 3-year-old son sits playing with his toys. He toddles out toward you, bright smile showing off his tiny pearly teeth and bright blue eyes gleaming with excitement. He sits on the floor and pulls his white and blue sneakers onto his feet (the wrong feet, but you’ll fix it for him). You try to comb the mess of his wild, snowy white hair into a bun but eventually resign yourself to the fact that taming it is impossible.

“Mama, we go party now?” He asks.

“Yeah, baby. We’re going to see Yuuta for his birthday! Are you excited?” You say, slipping on your own sneakers (they match your sons).

“So so excited! Will there be cake, mama?”

“Of course, there will, sweet boy! Okay, you ready? Yuuta’s present is in the car, let’s go.” You take his hand and load him and the bundle in your arms into your Land Rover. Your beautiful baby pink Cadillac sat in the garage, retired - it became a special occasion car after you realised the back seat couldn’t handle a car seat - an issue you never had with -

A thought you’d rather not go through with.

“Mama, Uncle soso be at party?” Akio asks from the back seat.

Of course - his focus is his beloved uncle soso. Not that you blame him.

“He will, baby. He’s expecting lots of cuddles.”

He squirms and squeals with excitement. Clingy, affectionate - just like his dad.

His father.

God, you miss him.

After a while of singing along to the music in the car, you pull up to the school. You spin yourself out of the driver’s seat and retrieve your son, the bundle, and the wrapped box from the back seat. He immediately runs off in the direction of the dorm common room kitchen without a second thought for his poor mother.

It’s okay though.

He’s safe.

He rounds a corner, and you see a pair of arms clad in black scoop him off the ground as he squeals and thrashes around, attempting to escape the iron hold of his captor’s arms.

“Lemme go! Lemme down!” He shrieks and giggles as raspberries are blown into his little belly.

“Never. You have been captured and the only way to be freed is if you tell me who your favourite person is.” The captor demands of the three-year-old.

“You! You, my favourite! Lemme down!” Akio giggles, now being held by the ankle's upside down.

“Well, you paid your ransom. Off you go - I gotta find my next target.” He sets the boy down and he immediately runs off, screaming for his uncle soso.

Then - the culprit sets his sights on you.

“Well, what do we have here? Hey there, pretty lady.” The man says.

“Hey handsome, come here often?” Your reply, batting your eyelashes.

“Oh, between 9am and 3pm on weekdays. You?” He smirks, flashing you a dazzling smile.

“Me too, but I have a few months off at the moment.” You wink.

“Explains why this place seems so dull without an angel like you to brighten it up.” He kisses the back of your hand.

“Well - I have more important things to be doing right now, I’m afraid pretty boy.” You smirk.

“Oh? What could be more important than working with a superstar like me?” He winks, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Well, nursing said superstar’s child for one.” You laugh.

And with that, your husband laughs. Heartily and deeply happy sounds which warm you from the inside. He bends down so he’s face level with your neck.

“Hey cupcake, you got a smile for papa?” He asks, taking the bundle from your arms.

The bundle - being your 5-month-old daughter.

The baby gurgles in delight at the sight of her dad and smiles a gummy smile - her mood elevated because of her well-timed nap in the car.

“You look beautiful, princess.” He says, kissing your forehead.

“Oh, hush you, you’ll make me blush.” You giggle, but you will admit the blue ripped mom jeans and white cable knit sweater match your husband perfectly, and you always glowed around him. As for him, he doesn’t understand how you get more beautiful every day. When he says your car pull up, and you step out of it holding his baby girl in one arm and leading his little boy with the other - he thinks back to the day he saw you in the courtyard for the first time, all smiles, and shiny eyes.

After 12 years, countless battles, many stray kids, too many heartbreaks and carrying two of his children you still manage to knock the wind out of him by just existing. The pretty girl you were now a powerful, beautiful woman and every curve and inch custom made to drive him insane, especially the view of your jeans as you bend to fix your shoe (part of the reason he’s knocked you up twice). Your strength and courage, and pure devotion to the ones you love, and fiercely bold protectiveness drive him to the brink of madness with the weight of his love for you daily.

You on the other hand, watch your husband pressing kisses to your daughter’s chubby cheeks, as he wraps his arm around your waist and leads you inside. This man, who has almost given everything to protect you all, who has gifted you with a love so pure and whole that you almost lost yourself by almost losing him - you are one person. One without the other just cannot exist, two souls meshed to create a fortress of love, warmth, and happiness. Your eyes trace his face, as otherworldly beautiful as ever, eyes crinkled with a smile at the baby in his arms. His hair but your eyes. You think he’s only gotten more beautiful since you met, all those boyish edges sharpened into those of a man - a beacon of love, and strength. Powerful muscles (part of the reason you now had two kids by him) threaten to pop through his black T-shirt and you attempt not to drool, but he catches it anyway. Smirking, and whispering filthy things about how your ass looks in your jeans making him wanna find a babysitter and skip the party to have your own. You flush and nip his jawline, a promise for more to come later.

Just as you nibble his skin, a loud shout comes from the doorway.

“Hey guys! How are you?! I know I only saw you both yesterday, but I missed you guys!”

A shock of pink hair calls out, and before he can barrel toward you is held back by his collar.

“Chill out, Yuuji. You don’t even know if the babies asleep or not.”

The ever-present raven-haired boy pops up behind him, lurking in the shadow as always.

Your eldest son, your blessing.

“Hi mom. Do you want me to take her?” He asks, and you can see the eager glint in his eyes as he stretches out his arms to Gojo who has your daughter which you know, in Megumi language, means ‘give me the baby or I’ll sulk.’

Gojo is engaged with cooing over her with Itadori who you’ve come to realise is obsessed with babies. Your husband hands your son your daughter, who’s sitting up in his arms, and squeals when she realises it’s her oldest brother holding her, and you melt a little when she lays her head on his shoulder.

“Hey Lil 'miss. Will we go find our brother?” He says, walking off with her and Yuuji, leaving Gojo to take your hand and lead you inside too.

Yuuji has grown, with him being 18 that’s not surprising. His baby face is fading, skin now lined with scars - battle scars well earned by a brave boy. He’s still not as tall as his boyfriend, but he somehow got even more broad and muscly, this was evidenced when he was helping you with the baby's nursery and just… picked up the crib. With one arm. Megumi soon insisted that he and Yuuji were tired and going to his room to ‘bed’ that night, after that show of casual strength.

Megumi - your darling boy, well, man. 18 now and tall and long limbed as ever, all sharp corners and piercing eyes. The months after the culling games were tough, on everyone. But Megumi - he suffered deeply. The mental scaring of almost killing his dad, hurting you and the torture of being trapped inside a psychopath for weeks on end - and most of all, of being in the body that killed his sister. You moved him and Yuuji back into your house, Nobara too because as much as she enjoyed her new relationship with Maki - she couldn’t sleep without knowing the boys were safe and near. She felt immeasurable guilt for not being with Yuuji and Megumi early in the Culling Games and for the injuries that Yuuji saw her almost succumb to. She spent most of her week at the cottage, and the other few days with her girlfriend - healing together.

On the really dark nights, you and Satoru would wake to pained sobs - sometimes Yuuji, who would wake thrashing, and sometimes Megumi would wake frozen in fear. Many nights, they would wake to the same noises from inside your own room. You two had each other, and you tried to stress the importance of relying on each other to all the kids. Recovery wasn’t linear, but it could be helped with love and care.

There were a few nights, you’d wake to being poked by Yuuji, a solemn look on his face and in turn you’d wake up Satoru, you’d nod to Yuuji who would leave the room and come back with a bundle of limbs in his arms. Some nights, Megumi would get so frozen with memories that all he wanted was to be with you and Satoru - so like you did when he was a little boy, you put him in between you both and fell back asleep. You always offered to Yuuji to stay, and sometimes he did - but most times he would go and curl up beside Nobara in her room. He knew Megumi was safe with you two, so he would stay with his platonic soulmate - ever the protector.

Satoru’s wounds healed, leaving scars, pink and shimmering on his pale skin which you took care to kiss every night, grateful for how hard he fought to come home to you.

Two weeks after Yuuji killed Kenjaku, and everything was over - you, Shoko, and Gojo all stood together on the plot of land behind the cottage, a nice, secluded space under a Sakura tree.

The earth was covered in snowdrops, a black marble slate sat on the ground, with gold lettering.

here sleeps suguru geto, our very best friend and deeply loved dad.

You all cried, the three of you the surviving members of your school years. Yet, a part of it was sweet. Finally, after all this time - Suguru was home. He was back where he belonged, the birthplace of the reformation of Jujutsu society, with his family, who wordlessly accepted him and his two girl's home – where he was happy before the darkness became too much.

You three built a bench beside the memorial that day too, with a smaller memorial sign for the twins, they never had a surname – so you wrote them as Nanako and Mimiko Geto. It had been years since you or Satoru had seen the girls, and even then, only Shoko knew about that day. The day you texted his number thinking it would be blocked, two weeks after the village massacre, and after he left Satoru outside of the KFC. You told him you had clothes, shoes, and toys for the girls. Satoru could not face him, so you went alone, a secret kept between you and Satoru and Shoko. You met him and the girls in a nice, quiet park. Most of them were things from when you were a child, collected from your mother’s house (you think she knew). You played with the girls for a while, looking at Suguru with pleading eyes as you introduced yourself to them as their Aunty Y/N - a sign to him that this could be fixed, he could come him – the elders could be dealt with. You knew it was a failure before you said it. If your boyfriend couldn’t bring him home, then you stood no chance. He smiled at you, sadly but thankful for the unspoken offer. The girls didn’t need to hear the anger or the truth. When it got dark, it was time to leave. You said goodbye. The final goodbye, and you knew it. You said ‘goodbye, onii-chan' and he responded in kind, then left. You did not see him again until that day in the alley.

Now, here, at the cottage; Shoko could sit for a smoke with him, Satoru could come to annoy him and so you could bring his nieces and nephews to say hello. Scattering his ashes by the cottage the family congregated within only felt right. You asked him to watch over you all.

There was no shortage of funerals after the war.

You, Satoru, Akio, and Megumi held a private memorial in your home for Tsumiki. There was no body to bury - so you set up a small garden of all her favourite flowers in the grounds of the cottage where you raised her, where she made flower crowns and played with her brother.

After that - was Nanami. You and Satoru and Yuuji warped to Malaysia after his cremation, to scatter his ashes on a quiet, secluded beach. You all drank a glass of whiskey on the beach before it was time to go home. After clearing out his apartment, you found a spare of his tie and folded it, placing it in a box with a pair of his glasses and his favourite whiskey glass - and you handed it to Yuuji. He was so deeply loved, by all of you - but Yuuji was his student, his prodigy.

It was decided that since most of the old Jujutsu Society was gone, it was time to restructure. Utahime took over Kyoto, Todo and Noritoshi now acting as teachers. In Tokyo, the job of principal was between you and Satoru. You quickly told him it should be him, without question, and you would become the lead teacher. Shoko was offered a teaching position but quickly scoffed at the notion, saying corpses were still more her style. You needed another teacher, apart from you and Yuuta, who was still training under you part time. So, you and Satoru mutually agreed that a perfect candidate was one Choso Kamo, who hastily agreed, happy to be able to stay close to his brother. Hakari would occasionally pop in, help out for days - and took over for you on maternity leave. Jujutsu society would change now. A complete restructure.

A reformation.

The new higher ups consisted of Satoru, you, Utahime, Noritoshi Kamo, Yuuta, Maki and Toge said he would step up the the plate in a few years time.

Everyone knew what happened to the old higher ups. Everyone knew who killed them.

Nobody sought retaliation.

Nobody mourned.

In the present, you stepped into the room decorated yesterday by you and Yuuji. A big banner with ‘Happy 20th Birthday!’ Was hung on the wall, with cakes and cupcakes and lots of snacks laid across the dining table. Music was playing from Maki’s speaker, who sat frowning, but letting Nobara place a party hat on her anyway. Panda is sneaking a cupcake in the back corner, and you pretend not to notice.

You look around the room, delighting in the sight of your husband and Yuuji blowing up balloons in a competition of who can get theirs the biggest (they both burst). Megumi is sitting beside them, smirk on his face as he lets his baby sister play with his long fingers and use them as a teething chew. You look around for Akio, who had sprinted inside to look for his ‘uncle soso.’ It didn’t take long to locate him, but it wasn’t by sight but rather by a delighted squeal and a giggle coming toward you.

“Mama! Uncle soso has sweeties! He say ask mama if I can share too?” A voice cries as it barrels into your leg.

You look toward the kitchen door and see a smiling Choso with a plate of mochi, looking fondly at the toddler on your leg.

“Okay, baby. Thank you for asking, and what do we say to Uncle Soso?” You say, picking him up to walk toward the favourite uncle.

“Tank you, uncle soso.” Your adorable little man says, holding his arms toward the man in signal of hoping to be transferred from your hip to his.

“You spoil that boy, Choso Kamo.” You say, not an ounce of anger in your voice.

“Maybe.” He smiles sheepish and shrugs, head peeking around your shoulder to look around.

“Are you looking for your goddaughter?” You ask.

“Where is she?” He perks up, and your reminded of a puppy hearing the word treat.

“Megumi has her. They’re with ‘toru and your brother.” You smile, giving him a kiss on the cheek as he walks toward the boys with Akio and the mochi in his arms.

A fatal mistake really.

He’s about to sit on a sofa with a plate of Mochi and two Gojo boys?

He won’t get any. But you think he’s okay with that.

After what you’ve come to call the war, Choso had become an indispensable part of the family. Loyal, kind, and caring - he fit in like a perfect puzzle piece. Easily making friends with Megumi (who he calls his brother-in-law), living easily as a comrade and trusted friend of your husband and easily melding into the baby brother you never had. Even though he’s about 120 years older than you.

When Akio arrived back in the country with your mother after the fighting had ceased, you and Satoru refused to let him out of your sight for weeks, Akio had protested but you had taken to having him sleep in your room until eventually you both felt safe enough to let the poor boy go back to his star-themed bedroom in peace.

That was until about 3am, when you woke up to the bedroom door opening and your husband coming in with a sleeping toddler in his arms. He needed him near, just like how he felt comforted by the soft snores coming from Megumi’s room. You said nothing, just smiled and scooted over so you wrap your little boy between you.

Megumi joined at 4am.

About 3 months after the final fight, you both put Akio to bed one night. Megumi had gone back to the dorms, recovering, and enjoying the idea of being just a student again. Satoru’s arm around your waist as you looked at his sleeping figure on his teddy bear print bedsheets. Wild white hair sticking in all directions a carbon copy of his dad.

“Princess?” He said, forehead on your hair.

“Yes, ‘toru.” You hoped he was going to say what you were also thinking.

“Let’s have another one.” He said, tilting your chin to look at him with those long fingers.

“Okay.” You smile and let him scoop you up and March you to your bedroom.

Six weeks later: there were two lines on the stick.

This time - Satoru hadn’t noticed. Maybe because his six eyes were still recovering, or maybe because the baby inside you had your cursed energy, so it just looked like yours. The day you did the test, you went to a bakery at lunchtime to grab some treats.

“I got some treats for breakfast tomorrow, since it’s a Saturday. Megumi is going out with Yuuji for breakfast, so he won’t be here.” You say, as Satoru comes back into the kitchen from putting Akio to bed.

You push the box toward him.

“Oh pastries! Are these mine?” He asks.

“Eh! No! There’s one each.” You laugh at him.

“Well then there’s two for me, because there’s four. One for Akio, one for you and two for me!” He claps.

“No, ‘toru. There’s one each.” You smile, wondering when he will catch on.

“But ‘Gumi won’t be here?” He asks, puzzled and eager.

“We still need four.” You smirk a little.

You see him frown and the cogs turn in his head? One for George the Cat? No…

His head snaps up.

“Wait! Princess…?” He takes the kitchen in one stride and kneels in front of you, and you nod, smiling.

“Really? You’re sure?” He asks, staring at your belly.

You think now is time for the best pun of your life. You reach into your pocket and take out the test.

“Positive.” You giggle, tears lining your lashes - and Satoru’s too.

He leans his head into your belly, tears soaking your shirt.

7 and a half months later, you went into labour during movie night. Megumi insisted on coming to the infirmary with you and Satoru in case anything happened. Yuuji and Nobara were on a mission, so you picked up your phone.

It barely rang once.

“Hey, Cho. We um… need a favour.” You speak.

“Is everyone alright?” The perpetually sleepy voice asks.

“Yeah, it’s just we need someone to watch Akio… I - um, well the baby’s coming.” You say, wincing through a contraction.

You all drive to the school, where Shoko is waiting to deliver your second child and Choso comes running out of his on-campus staff apartment, scooping up your son who was delighted at getting to see his Uncle Soso.

13 hours later, there was life.

New life. A beautiful, vibrant, fresh life. A beautiful little girl, perfect and tiny with a shock of pale white hair.

She cried. You cried. Satoru cried. Shoko cried.

Megumi went to collect Akio, and you asked him to bring Choso too after you and the baby were both cleaned up.

The toddler barrelled into the room, Megumi behind him.

“Baby sister! Baby sister! I want my baby sister! Oh, hi mama and papa, move - I want to see sister.” He mumbles - mind singularly focused on what he had been waiting for.

You laughed, and Satoru too. Megumi shrugged, after planting a kiss on your cheek and asking if you were okay (still a mama’s boy even at 18).

“It’s a joint sentiment.” Your eldest agrees with the bouncing toddler.

You scoot over on the bed, and Satoru (teary eyed) places a bundle into your arms. Megumi gingerly sits beside you on one side, and Satoru scoops Akio onto his lap on your other side.

“Boys, we’d like you to meet your baby sister. This - is Mirai.” You smile at them, both looking equally entranced.

“She’s… so tiny, and so pretty.” Megumi whispers.

“Papa - is she sleepin’?” Akio whispers.

As if on cue, the baby opens her eyes.

Akio gasps, looking to his dad for permission to get closer. Satoru nods with a note to be gentle with sister and mama. Your usually boisterous boy crawls to sit on your lap, putting his hand on his sisters.

“Hi baby sister.” He whispers. “I brother. Big brother. Like ‘Gumi my big brother. I keep baby sister safe, and will play with you, and let you have snacks and give you hugs and kisses. I Akio, but mama and papa call me Kio lots. They all things that ‘Gumi and Uncle soso say big brother do, and they are bestest big brothers to me and Jiji. (The name he has for Yuuji, who adores it).’

Holding your little girl in your arms, with all three of your boys looking at you both with so much love - you think that everything was worth it. For this moment, for this feeling and for this family. Every wound, every fight - it was for them. Everyone you lost, you know they’re looking at you all now from wherever they are and smiling and vowing to keep this family safe.

“Is Choso here?” You ask Megumi who has gingerly been passed the baby by Satoru.

“He’s outside, he wanted to wait until he was invited in.” He whispers, not sparing a glance at anything but his little sister.

You turn to Satoru, who nods and goes to open the door and usher the other man in.

You both placed the highest level of trust in Choso. Satoru being eternally grateful to the man for holding you back from running to his injured body when he fought Sukuna, for caring for Yuuji in his darkest days, for being a pillar of strength and support when you both needed it. For you, you felt like the support and friendship, and recognition as Y/N and Satoru that Choso gave you - not just the Six Eyes and the Dryad - was priceless. Plus - he’d never seen a newborn baby. He didn’t even know how babies were born. You and Satoru had to teach him a lot.

“Hi Choso. Thank you for minding this little squirt.” You say, nodding to Akio.

Choso just stood, speechless and slack jawed.

It reminded you of Yuuji when you first showed him an ultrasound of Akio.

Brothers.

“Uncle soso - this is baby sister! Look! She has fingers!” Akio says, crawling across you to point at the baby in Megumi’s arms.

He says nothing.

“D’ya wanna hold her, bud?” Satoru says, smiling at the dumbfounded man.

He just nods.

“Okay - arms out, keep her head secure.” Megumi says side eye and smirk to Satoru as he parrots the words his dad said to him when Akio was born.

The little girl is placed in Choso’s arms.

“She’s… so small.” He speaks.

“Takes after her mama.” Satoru says, kissing your head.

“Everyone is small to you, Jack the beanstalk.” You roll your eyes.

That day, you asked Yuuta and Choso to both be Mirai’s Godfathers. Choso silently took on the uncle role with Akio too - who had lost his own godfather not so long ago, his beloved Uncle Nanamin.

The door to the party room opened, too early to be the birthday boy and the sound of heels clicking alerted you to snap your head up.

“Koko!” You say, running and throwing your arms around you best friend.

“Jesus, you’re almost as bad as Sator - OOF.” Her complaint was quickly cut off by a white haired, 6ft5 man barrelling into her and shouting ‘Yay, Shoko!’ and no less than 5 seconds later her knees were encircled by smaller arms attached to a boy shouting ‘Aunty Koko!’.

Shoko resigns herself to being smothered by the Gojo’s and just huffs a hello.

“Mirai, Megs, you’re the best of the bunch.” She shrugs toward Megumi who’s still holding the baby.

“We love Aunty Koko! Don’t we, ‘kio?!” You and Satoru encourage.

“Aunty Koko!” He parrots, nuzzling her legs as she ruffles his hair.

“Alright kid, I love you too. Satoru, put this on the table.” She says, unceremoniously throwing a box terribly wrapped toward him.

She plonks down on the sofa with Megumi and Choso.

“What’s this, the emo convention?” She smirks and you, Satoru and Yuuji just burst out in hysterical laughter.

Nobara’s voice calls out.

“Guys! They’re here, they’re just pulling up now. Gojo-sensei, find somewhere to hide that you can fit!” She frantically shouts, dragging Maki into a corner with her.

You grab Megumi and Mirai, falling behind the kitchen door where Akio is in Satoru’s arms, both giggling.

The lights are turned off, and you can hear voices muffled from outside the door before it swings open.

“SURPRISE!” You all shout and sing, much to the alarm of the birthday boy who also screams.

“Oh my god! What is this?! What are you all doing here?! Toge, did you know about this?” Yuuta spills.

Toge just shrugs and smirks.

“Happy birthday, Senpai!” Says Yuuji, before almost breaking every bone in Yuuta’s body with a crushing hug.

“Happy birthday, Okkotsu.” Megumi nods, with a small smile and a bro hug.

“Happy birthday, shrimp.” Maki says, hugging her best friend.

“Happy birthday, Okkotsu! Your gifts are on the table!” From Nobara.

You, Satoru, the kids, Shoko and Choso watch as all the students clamour to greet the birthday boy before he somehow manages to make his way over to you all as Yuuji begins to dish out the immeasurable amount of food he’s made for the occasion.

“Sensei? Y/N? The babies too?! Hi babies!” He greets with a wide smile.

“Happy birthday, Yuuta!” Gojo says, wrapping him in a hug and picking him up off the ground.

“Happy 20th, honey.” You say, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Happy birthday Yuuta!” Says Akio from Choso’s arms, where he doesn’t stay for long as he launches himself at Yuuta.

Mirai is babbling in your arms, and you presume she shares the sentiment of her big brother being an eerie mixture of her parents,

“Happy birthday, kid. Enjoy your 20s.” Shoko says, with a wink.

“Thank you, guys, this is amazing. I went to the arcade with Toge and I thought that would be that no wonder he insisted on playing more dance dance revolution!” He laughed.

After cakes had been eaten and candles blown out, gifts unwrapped and games won - everyone was sat around the room, about to watch a film.

Mirai was asleep on her dad’s chest, curled up with his arm supporting her. You were tucked into his other side, as he pressed kisses into the crown of your head. Megumi had his arm around Yuuji on your other side as he lay his feet on your lap. Nobara and Maki were cuddled up on the armchair, with Toge resting his head on Yuuta’s lap on the floor below. Akio had insisted on sitting with Uncle Soso and Aunty Koko on one of the other sofas, as he ate some cake.

You sighed and smiled, looking at the raven-haired boy, now all grown up on your left - happy, healing, safe and in love. He’s a man now, he’ll be 19 in just under a year and you find it crazy to think that was the age you and Satoru were when you adopted him and Tsumiki.

You look at Akio, curled into a blanket between his aunt and uncle, Shoko on the verge of sleep and Choso smiling at whatever nonsense Yuuji was talking. Your youngest son, your sweet copy of Satoru. You say all the best parts of you both in him, all bravery and kindness and endless love with added strength and loyalty, and every inch as clever as his elder brother too. His Snow White hair is long, tied in a little bun on top of his head and his bright, shiny blue eyes a copy and paste of his dad’s.

Then, there’s your little girl. The life brought into this world reigniting hope and joy in so many lives. The fruit of what you all fought for. Her chubby cheeks, rosy with teething snuggles into her father’s broad, strong chest as she drools all over him as she sleeps soundly. Where Akio is a Mama’s boy, Mirai is her papa’s girl. Her white curls are framing her perfect little face, with matching lashes laying across her sleeping face.

Then, there’s him.

Akio and Miria’s papa.

Megumi and Tsumiki’s adopted dad.

The new principal of Jujutsu High.

The man who shouldered the world for love.

Your husband.

Your soulmate.

Your ‘toru.

The light, love, and joy in your life since you were 16 years old. The man who you fall deeper in love with every day and the second part of your soul. Your heart, your lover, the fire in your veins. Two adopted kids, many unofficial kids and two copies of you both later, you’re both still here. Fighting your way to each other and for each other, and side by side building bonds deeper than gold. The sexiest, most beautiful man you have ever imagined existing. The love of your life. The way he looks at you, still flusters you.

You catch his eyes. 14 years, and a lifetime more.

He looks at you. His wife, his best friend, the missing piece of his heart. The most beautiful, hottest girl he’s ever seen with all his six eyes, the mother of his children and his right-hand woman. His rock, his crutch, his confidant and partner in crime. The woman he would shoulder the earth for. The new main teacher at Tokyo Jujutsu Tech. His love grows every day for you, something he didn’t think was possible. His princess.

You whisper you love him.

He replies he loves you too.

You were all chatting as the movie loaded, waiting for it to buffer.

“When the fuck is movie starting?!” Came a tiny voice.

All heads snapped to Akio, hands on his hips, staring at the screen.

“Who taught our son to swear?” Gojo breathes, holding back a laugh.

“Fuck’s sake.” You mutter, smiling - without thinking.

“Fuck’s sake.” Akio mimics.

“Ah, shit.” Gojo groans.

“Shit.” Parrots the toddler.

“Well, jury’s out but I think it might have been his parents.” Megumi smirks.

The room bursts into raucous laughter, and amidst it all the movie starts.

It serves as background noise, a lullaby, a point of focus. A family made of many mismatched pieces - a pool of trust, of reliance, of hope and comfort - created and moulded in the image of a couple, of two sides of one coin, two halves of one whole: her ‘toru. His Princess.

[animaxvi]

"Now I'm hyp, hypnotized. Yeah I trip, when I look into your eyes. Oh I'm hyp, hypnotized." 🌙

here's my lil brat son, Akio *holds him up like a wolf pup* I love him very much 💜

my other oc Yuta if yall are curious uwu

[su-rodriguez]

May 17th, Birthday post

me, me and my son (my oc Akio)

[ubekawateryam]

It’s finally here!

My very own anime ending for “River of Suffering” (苦しみの川)!

Right, right, of course it‘s a fake. Since I first saw the ending of Rozen Maiden Ouvertüre many years ago, I have wanted to make a parody version of it with own characters and related to my writing. And now I finally did!

I hope you enjoy it just as much as me.

(The song is Utsusemi no Kage by kukui btw.)

If you’re wondering about the credits: Almost all names are made up, roundabout in-jokes, puns, or just straight up gibberish. I wanted to make it look semi-authentic at least.

The big exception here are the first three sections for the voice cast. This is my personal “wish list” if this anime could ever be real.

If you’re curious, here’s the romanized cast list:

Marin Gasshan – Nobunaga Shimazaki

Terri Yaki-Son – Naoya Uchida

Wideffa – Shōzō Iizuka

Selet Adurag – Haruka Tomatsu

Korogra Batshin – Yuki Kaji

Yensa Brūza-Daughter – Megumi Ogata

Royan Dejoniss – Akio Ōtsuka

Rutanadee – Satsuki Yukino

Muscart Nūz-Son – Kenjiro Tsuda

Molldum – Mugihito

Dūz – Yuichi Nakamura

Ralw Sturmbock – Yoshitsugu Matsuoka

Halastur – Ryūzaburō Ōtomo

Mendlah – Ryūsei Nakao

Skendha – Takahiro Sakurai Taako Limpah-Son – Wataru Takagi

Very happy I get to share this with all of you and I think it's a great piece to finish the year on. Without all the immense love and support this year, I wouldn't have attempted this and am looking forward to making more art next year.

[shycroissanti]

Questions for Irina, Kinshin, Kenta, Satoshi, Alex (I FORGOT HIS REAL NAME IM SORRY MY SON 😭😭😭😭) and Sebastian (AND YOU! YES YOU, YOU CRAZY CROISSANT!!!!):

Do any of you guys like to decorate things randomly? Like water bottles, laptops (just pretend they know what some if these are lol), phones, desks, books basically any surface that can be decorated with things like stickers, paint pens or normal pens, tape stuff like that!

And follow up question for those who don’t:

If I were to give them a sheet of stickers, what would they do with them?

And for those who do decorate things:

Give me some items I should decorate with stickers. I have over 200 (around 300 I think! I’ve used some) stickers to use up 💀

(I’m the type of person who spends $72.00 [AUS dollars] on stickers without thinking where I’ll put them)

What an amazing ask!!! XD✨️

Well, starting with Irina and Kishin:

To sum up: Irina likes to decorate things that are important to her by putting lots of stickers on it. Kishin also likes to decorate things with different colored pens and some stickers on his notebooks and art supplies (which is exactly what I, le croissant, do. Especially the cover of my notebooks/sketchbooks and pencil cases. These are the only things I decorate, the rest of the stickers I keep and leave as a small collection, without knowing where to put them. xD).

As for Alex (or Akio :3), he probably likes to collect stickers, he just keeps them and likes to look at them. Kenta has already ridiculed him for this and stole all of Alex's stickers, but relax, Irina solved that problem xD

And now Satoshi and Sebastian

Sebastian would certainly make a mess of all this and Satoshi doesn't have much patience to decorate his things, so these two start a war between them, sticking the stickers and drawing on each other's faces lol

Le tags💖

@c00kietin @larz-barz @knyinfinity @demonslayerdoodles @night-mince10000000000000000001 @scaredyfurry2 @pinkwisteria @giyubabe @pulim-v @nothingtoseehere1-2-3 @tor-the-tortilla @zenitsustherapist @ayunakatsukiwolfhashira @sunbrokenswords

[seonne]

Hey! I'm glad you're doing song fics! I've had an idea in my head but can't put it in words. I'd be happy for you to give it a go 🙃

So the song is Lullaby for A Soldier (Arms of the Angels), sung by Maggie Siff.

Reader is Bakugos wife and is woken up by their newborn son. Bakugo wakes up shortly after and finds her singing to him ♡ feel free to include BigSis Erica ^.^

Thank youuu

REEEEEEEEEEEEE ERICA MENTIONED!!!!

Thank you loads for the request, I hope you don't mind me making some modifications to your request. I heard the song for the first time after your request and I just HAD to include certain stuff (BY THE WAY WHAT AN AMAZING SONG?????) I hope you like it and let me know if you do or not. I hope to see more requests from you in the future! (BECAUSE MY GOD ANON THE SONG!! THE SONG!!!!)

And without further ado, let's begin the Song Fics series!

Song Fics Pt.1

Song of choice: Lullaby For A Soldier

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader

Disclaimers: Kids. A whole lot of fluff, and very cutu Dad!Bakugou, not proofread because it's 1 AM.

(Mention of gender of reader is minimum)

"May your dreams bring you peace in the darkness May you always rise over the rain May the light from above always lead you to love May you stay in the arms of the angels"

The words of a familiar song drifted into his inner mind as Bakugou slowly slipped into consciousness. The familiar song, familiar voice, familiar lilt of it all working their way through the walls of his conscience, begging him to wake up. The one thing unfamiliar was the lack of strength in the voice, sounding as if the person knows they should give up but their heart says no. Their mind says "just wait" and their love says "hold on". The ache it brought him flooded his chest before pulsing into a singularity in his heart, or where it should have been, as his eyes fluttered open, wincing against the fluorescent lights.

As the song faded away, he turned his face slightly towards its source, letting his eyes roam over your wide-eyed disheveled form. The war. All For One. Shigaraki. His death. His revival. One For All. The end of the war. His collapsing. All of it etched into the dark circles, eye bags on your face and the hollowness of your cheeks.

They say eyes are the mirrors of one's soul.

And yours looked absolutely crushed.

Bakugou weakly brought up a bandaged hand to wipe the streaming tears down your face.

"Your dark circles make you look dumb as hell."

You laughed through the tears as you grabbed onto his hand.

"Yeah. I probably look dumb as hell."

"May you always be brave in the shadows 'Til the sun shines upon you again Hear this prayer in my heart, and we'll ne'er be apart May you stay in the arms of the angels"

You wake up in the middle of the night around the time you'd usually wake up to check on your 6 month old daughter. You turn to check on your husband, only to find his side of the bed empty but warm.

You get up from the bed and shuffle slowly towards your daughter's nursery, where the lights are on and the door slightly ajar. A familiar tune flows through the air and into your ears as you walk closer, standing against the wall to peek inside. You watch with a soft smile as your so rough, so loud husband gently rocks your daughter back and forth as she lays on his chest, drool soaking his shirt.

He paces around the room slowly, while singing to her the song that you sang to him that one day in UA, that one day in the hospital, that one day on your star gazing date, the day he proposed, the night you got married, and the days that followed your pregnancy.

It was your song. The song that belonged to the both of you.

Now belonging to your family.

"May you hear every song in the forest And if ever you lose your own way Hear my voice like a breeze, whisper soft through the trees May you stay in the arms of the angels"

Your newborn, Akio, was less fussy of a baby than his big sister Erica was. He slept long hours and mostly slept through the night.

However, he woke up quite early in the morning.

One such morning, you're awoken by your beautiful 4 year old daughter Erica at 5:30 AM.

"Mummy! Akio's awake and he's whining!"

"Shhh darling!"

Your grumpy husband who's extra grumpy in the mornings, especially early mornings, grunted beside you in his sleep as a frown formed on his face before it slipped back into its pretty peaceful rest.

Your daughter slapped her hand on her mouth and giggled softly, putting her own finger up to her lips before grabbing your hand and ushering you out the door of your bedroom and to your newborn's nursery.

As you walked in, you saw Akio crying in his crib and you walked over to pick him up and rock him back and forth, your toddler watching you handle him. You checked his diaper, tried feeding him, tried burping him, but he just wouldn't stop crying.

"Hm, he seems very restless but nothing seems to be wrong..."

Your 4 year old quipped, her hair a tangly mess from sleeping but her fiery red eyes sharp as ever.

"Maybe he can't sleep! Let's put him to sleep!"

"Oh good idea! How do we put him to sleep though, Erica?"

"Let's sing to him! The- the lullaby song! The one you and papa always sing!"

You laughed as you nodded and placed Akio on your chest, carefully supporting his neck as you paced back and forth. Your daughter started singing and you soon joined her, both your voices mingling together in a peaceful harmony as your son started growing quieter. You swayed along to the tune with him in your arms when you heard a soft huff at the door.

Your husband, hair tousled and face puffy from sleep, stepped into the nursery, watching you and your daughter sing with a dopey smile on his face. He walked up to you and kissed your son on the forehead, giving you a kiss, before moving to Erica and placing her on his lap, kissing her forehead as well. He soon joined in on the singing, voice gruffy and hoarse but perfect nonetheless.

The room enveloped in the perfect warmth as the tune of the lullaby floated and glided along the walls, along the crib, along the penhouse, along the baby toys and flowed through each of you as your son quieted down and slipped into a deep slumber, warm smile on his tiny lips.

"May you grow up to stand as a man, love With the pride of your family and name When you lay your head, or to rest in your bed May you stay in the arms of the angels"

As slow as time felt in agony, twice as fast did it feel in contentment. Bakugou had become the number one hero, on and off the number one spot with Izuku for years, Erica had grown up and gotten into UA, you had gotten into the top 8 heroes in Japan, Erica had graduated UA and was ready to move abroad for her first few years as a pro hero and now Akio was going to join UA and move into the dorms.

Everything had gone by so fast yet so slow. Bakugou certainly lived every moment but they definitely passed by quite fast. Too fast. And now his babies were moving away from him. Letting go of Erica even though only to the UA dorms had been hard enough for him. Now Erica was moving out of Japan and Akio was not going to be home either.

He should be happy that his kids are doing well, that both him and you did your roles well enough for your kids to experience all this. Besides, now both him and you can live without constant worry over your kids whilst they're at home.

Yet something nags at his heart strings and he hates it.

What is it? Nostalgia? Pshh that's so stupid.

It's so stupid. Maybe he's stupid.

It's the night before Erica and Akio leave. The whole week was spent packing their things for them to move out. They wiped their rooms fairly empty, save for the bookshelf that Bakugou built for them after they inherited your reading and book obsession traits. Yet, even the bookshelf seemed empty.

The only books that remained on said shelf were ones that they had since they were able to read and ones they had read multiple times over, so much that Erica at 8 years old would follow him around the house reciting a whole book from index to epilogue. Bakugou chuckled at the memory as he walked past the bookshelf, past the books he'd read them many times as bedtime stories, past the book nooks that the four of you made as a family bonding activity when Akio was 7 and past Erica's first pre-school art project.

Bakugou walks into the hall where you, Erica and Akio are sat, talking and laughing, trying to not think of the fact that your family as a unit was about to take a huge leap into the future the very next day.

Bakugou sits at his unverbalised designated spot and picks up his guitar from the side. Erica and Akio share glances at the unexpected melancholy oozing from their father while you watched him with a soft smile and adored the silvering strands framing his face.

Bakugou struck chord after chord leisurely, softly, determinedly as he refused to look up from the fretboard. His lips slowly formed words as his voice echoed through the emptier halls, emptier rooms and heavier hearts. Your voice followed, much like the nights spent in your kids' rooms when they couldn't sleep at night. Erica joined, much like the nights Akio had panic attacks and didn't want to be alone. Akio chimed in, much like the nights spent on these very sofas with board games and snacks, tv running in the background.

Laughter, yelling, tears, pain, joy, anxiety, panic, relief, fun, pranks, jokes, debates, discussions, confessions... everything that made these four walls feel like home packed into the harmony of the four voices.

The voices trailed off at the end of the song, a new smile etched into the windows and doors. The end of another chapter and the beginning of a new one.

Whenever your babies want a piece of comfort and familiarity, Bakugou and you leave your arms open for them to run into. That's what parents are for, aren't they?

Wowie that was a long and draining one and it's really late at night. Hope you guys enjoyed this and let me know what you thought of it. I mentioned in another post earlier that I am unable to really listen to music right now but after my doctor's appointment on Monday I should be fine so, if you have any more requests please do send them but I ask of you to be patient with me T-T.

Anyway, that's all for today and I need to fucking sleep.

Lots of love! 💚

[catboymoments]

Nagito pulling out his phone, showing the class photos of his family: This is my husband Hajime, this is our son Akio, our other son Hayato, I'm sure you've met him… here‘s a bird I saw the other day…

LITERALLY !!!!!

[hannahhook7744]

Descendants Background Characters Names (Redone) Part 2;

Zaahir Bint Aladdin Bin Cassim Al Hamed of Agrabah, son of Jasmine and Aladdin.

(Picture removed because rumor has it the actress no longer wants people to use her photos, as I've heard. May or may not be replaced with a background character/fancast later if it does turn out to be true).

Zellie Emery Fitzherbert of Corona, daughter of Rapunzel and Eugene Fitzherbert/Horace/Flynn Rider (I'm not counting her as Rapunzel and in my rewrite she will be younger. I'm counting her here as a background character cause she was barely in the movie and we don't know anything concrete about her yet).

Meadow Dawn Fitzherbert of Corona, daughter of Rapunzel and Eugene Fitzherbert/Horace/Flynn Rider (I'm not counting her as Rapunzel and in my rewrite she will be younger. I'm counting her here as a background character cause she was barely in the movie and we don't know anything concrete about her yet). She's Zellie's twin.

Bradley, Son of Lady Bane and Duke Sigmund.

Hap, son of Happy.

Jamie Darling, son of John Darling.

Kelemon, daughter of Sir Kay and stepdaughter of Fabiana.

Lucianna du Lac, daughter of Sir Lancelot.

Stella Rabbit, daughter of Skippy Rabbit.

William Darling, middle child of Wendy Darling.

Chi-Li, adoptive son of Chi-Fu.

Miguel Melchor Marquez-Madrigal Jr., son of Isabella Madrigal and Bubo Marquez.

Tyrone Rogers of Maldonia, son of Tiana Rogers and Naveen.

Akio, son of Tomiko.

Emir, son of Aladdin and Jasmine.

Taylor Porter, son of Tarzan and Jane Porter.

Princess Roanne, girlfriend of Scarlet Bluefairy of Llyr. Named by @askauradonprep .

Prince Hans 'Hodge' Westergaard La Bouf of the Southern Isles Jr, son of Charlotte 'Lotte' La Bouf and Lars Westergaard of the Southern Isles.

Finn Tweed, adoptive son of Widow Tweed.

Boy in Silver is Chi-Li, adoptive son of Chi-Fu, from the Tourney Team.

Girl with red head is Blair, daughter of Merida.

The boy in the pink and grey suit is Akio, son of Tomiko, from the Tourney Team.

Behind Elle's head is Prince Brendan Westergaard La Bouf of the Southern Isles, son of Prince Lars Westergaard and Charlotte La Bouf.

The boy behind Elle is Billy, son of Little John.

The girl with the long ponytail is his twin sister, Stacy.

Behind them is Kelemon, daughter of Sir Kay and stepdaughter of Fabiana.

Thanks @casinotrio1965 and @igetthedisneybox . I'll have a part three out soon. If you see any background comic, book, or show/movie character that's unnamed LMK, and I'll try and name them. Also check out this post that helped me figure out who the tourney players (minus Taylor) were.

[valorianknights]

AoiAoi Fankids

Akio Aoi (15):

The Aoi family's Youngest and only son

A hopeless romantic like his father, but is more emotional than violent about it

A bit of a masochist (this concerns his sister)

Enjoys helping people and is the class representative of class 1-A

While being somewhat popular due to his helpfulness and kind demeanor, he's actually annoyed that nobody wants to get to know him beyond his preppy high school persona

Hides his short temper, possessiveness and jealousy by occupying himself with work

In his efforts of hiding his negative traits, he comes off as a very helpful, but passive nice boy

His jealousy just causes him to overanalyze everything and pout/cry in silence (Aoi during the confession tree thing with Akane & Lemon)

Is in love with the Minamoto's eldest daughter, Rin

I imagine him to be similar to Shoto Kazehaya from Kimi ni Todoke

Is the current Clock Keeper of the present and enjoys spending time with Kako and Mirai

He tends to stay in the boundary after he's done with his duties to play with Mirai (he likes being big bro) or to happily listen to Kako's stories about his past exploits ( Kako is now the boy's grandpapa and you can't change my mind)

Akari Aoi (16):

Eldest and only daughter of the Aoi family

Inherited Sumire's eyes

Is able to see supernaturals due to her Kanangi status/ the Akane bloodline

Enjoys the art of tea ceremonies and the library

Works as a library aid at school

Is a very quiet, but observant child

Is not interested in pursuing romance, yet she's ironically obsessed with the romance genre: Books, movies, shoujo manga and otome games etc.

Wants to be a mangaka and open a tea shop when she grows up

Is supportive of her brother's romantic pursuit of Rin, but will knock him out with her dad's bat if he gets too weird

Is a friend to the Minamoto family

Is constantly being roped into supernatural misadventures with the Minamoto trio, usually unwilling (but always as bait )

She is collecting favors like Pokemon, almost everyone in school owes her and she waits until the perfect opportunity arrives to cash in one

If provoked, she will gladly and violently beat you down with her bat ( Akane passed down his weapon to his daughter for protection lol)

[judedeluca]

Geese

For @shin-meddlesome-hero

They suggested "Utena" and I did something a bit... different

“Hmm, a man who knows how to properly set a table is hard to come across,” Mrs. Ohtori acknowledged.

“Now Mother, it is Christmastime,” Akio pointed out with a laugh.

The married woman tried not to scowl. “Must you call me that even when we’re alone?” Mrs. Ohtori wondered.

“Of course, after all, I will be marrying Kanae soon,” Akio reasoned. He reminded his future mother-in-law, “You know how much she wants us to be a big, happy family.”

Mrs. Ohtori said nothing as she took a sip of her red wine.

“By the way, how is the Chairman doing?”

At the mention of her husband, Mrs. Ohtori eschewed decorum to down her glass in one gulp.

“Something wrong?” Akio asked.

“You know how the cold weather can be hazardous to one’s health,” Mrs. Ohtori explained as she placed the glass down. “I’m afraid my husband took a chill on top of everything else. Kanae refuses to leave his side.”

Mrs. Ohtori blinked. When had Akio taken a seat right next to her? She’d just been facing him across the table. She could smell roses, no doubt a lingering scent from his sister’s garden. Thank God that girl wasn’t with them tonight. Something about Akio’s sister made her skin crawl.

“I think it’s wonderful how close she is with her father,” Akio mused. “To sacrifice your holiday season to spend time with an ill loved one shows remarkable consideration on Kanae’s part, don’t you think, Mother?”

Mrs. Ohtori kept her expression neutral and her hands lowered beneath the table so Akio wouldn’t see her twisting her black dress in her fists.

“Foie gras?” Akio offered as he held up a plate.

“Please,” Mrs. Ohtori said through barely gritted teeth. Akio placed one hand beneath her chin as he lifted her head to feed her a piece of fattened goose liver.

“Do you enjoy it? I made it myself.”

“You?”

“My sister keeps a gaggle of geese among all her other animal companions,” Akio revealed. “I convinced her to name one of them ‘Kanae.’ I’m certain Kanae would appreciate that, don’t you?”

Mrs. Ohtori said nothing as she looked at the plate of liver in her future son-in-law’s hand.

“More?”

It was delicious.