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thou-babbling-brook · 1 year ago

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Cold Feet

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Rating: G

Word Count: 2216

Tags: Davenport Homestead, Assassin's Creed III, American Revolution, Canon Compliant, Happy Ending, Light Angst, Mild Hurt/Comfort, "The Wedding" Mission

Summary: Connor convinces Myriam to start her new life with Norris. Set during "The Wedding" Homestead mission between the chase sequence and the wedding scene. Hope you guys enjoy!

Connor would be the first to admit that he knew little to nothing about colonial wedding customs. Aside from a few comprehensive history and culture lessons from his teen years when he first traveled to Achilles, Connor knew nothing about the complexities of colonial weddings. Father Timothy had been kind enough to explain a few key details, such as “giving” Myriam away at the altar (which Connor was more than happy to do for his old friend), but details slipped Connor’s mind from time to time over the next several days of intense planning and preparation.

But there was one thing that Connor was sure they did not include: chasing the bride in question through the snow-covered trees minutes before her wedding.

The day began with as much chaos as one would expect. Before the roosters began to crow, nearly every member of the Homestead bustled about preparing for the joyous celebration. Oliver and Corrine worked hard preparing their finest wines for the occasion while preparing the livestock meat and crops gathered by Warren and Prudence – and of course, little baby Hunter, who cooed excitedly against his mother’s back. Once finished organizing the food, Prudence and Corrine joined the ladies in adorning Myriam in fine, comfortable fabrics suitable for the huntress. Ellen poked needles into the sides to ensure the stitching was up to par, while Diana and Catherine squawked at Connor and Norris for accidentally stepping near the bride’s suite (which Connor did not dare remind the ladies was his home).

In the meantime, Big Dave and Lance worked tirelessly to adorn both the inn and the church with banners and decor fit for the Homestead’s very first wedding. Big Dave lifted the chubby woodworker up to pin the wooden posts on the side of the inn, waving to Terry and Godfrey as the lumberers warned Norris of the horrors of marriage to come.

“You’ll ne’er be right ‘bout anythin’ again, ya hear me, boy?” Godfrey teased as he slapped his palm against Norris’s back.

“Aye, and forget about havin’ the covers to yerself! You’ll be shiverin’ like a leaf!” Terry explained. Norris merely laughed and shook his head.

In the church, Dr. White and Achilles aided Father Timothy in preparing his short sermon, arranging the pews, and finishing the final touches hours before the wedding. Even the Assassin recruits were more than happy to help with the preparations. Stephane set to work in the kitchen alongside Oliver to cater the large meal ahead. Duncan, ever the Catholic, assisted Father Timothy in rehearsing his sermon. Jacob offered his wisdom for marriage while he straightened Norris’s hair, while Dobby stood guard outside Myriam’s dressing room in case of wandering eyes from stray men. Clipper and Jamie helped Mr. Faulkner and the crew of the Aquila find their drunken ways to the church, all while Connor wandered about and assisted where he could.

So, given the day’s chaotic events, it was not surprising to Connor as he announced happily to the pacing Norris that all was in order that Myriam was “missing.” After all, the ladies had only just left her room. How much trouble could the huntress find herself in?

Apparently, thought Connor as he raced through the trees and leapt through the branches, quite a lot.

“Leave me be!” Myriam shouted as she jumped to the next branch, a stray branch slowing her down as it caught on her white dress. It was not enough to stop her, but it was enough for Connor to come within speaking distance.

“Why do you run?!” Connor replied, his voice echoing through the forest with concern lacing his tone. He swung to the next branch, careful not to slip and even more careful to ensure Myriam did not.

“Leave me be!” Myriam exclaimed. She crossed over to the next tree in an attempt to throw Connor off her trail. “I’m no housewife!”

Connor’s brow furrowed. While he could not necessarily speak for the entire Homestead, “housewife” would be one of the last descriptors attributed to Myriam. She was a huntress, and a respectable one at that. Through his confusion, Connor quickly ducked through another tree and sprinted across the large, sturdy branch. “No one thinks you are one!”

Myriam slid down a fallen tree, stumbling into the snow before whirling around to face Connor. “That’s what all of this means!”

A silence passed between the two as flurries of snow cascaded around them. Myriam sighed, grabbing her crown of flowers and tossing it to the ground. She sunk to the snowy ground and hid her face in her knees.

Quietly, Connor knelt beside Myriam. Lifting the flower crown into his hands, he joined her in the blanket of snow. He said nothing, only silently thumbing the daffodils adorning her crown. The two sat for a moment while gazing over the rushing river, watching as it cascaded over weathered rocks. Myriam reached forward and threw one into the water. When it sank to the bottom of the river, she huffed angrily through her nose.

“I don’t want to be some housewife that sits around waiting for her husband to come home,” she explained, tossing her hands into the air in frustration. “That’s not who I am. I’m not… I’m not some lady wanting to be kept pregnant and barefoot!”

“No one thinks you are one,” Connor repeated gently. Myriam shot a glare at the hulking man, Connor shrinking in on himself in response despite his size.

“That’s what this means! This whole wedding! Shoving me into this stuffy dress, preparing me to take vows, giving me away!” She stood, pacing by the riverside. She gave Connor an apologetic look. “No offense. If I want anyone to give me away, it would be you.”

Connor rose and nodded his head. “None taken. But what is it that causes you to believe that you will become a housewife?”

Rubbing the bridge of her nose, Myriam groaned before settling her hands on her hips and staring out into the river. “I… I don’t know!” She tossed her hands in the air again, rustling her hair and pacing back and forth. “I don’t belong inside a house cooking and cleaning and caring for a husband and an entire brood of children. I belong in the open air, in my hunting blinds, with my rifle in my hands!” Her hands formed the gesture of her weapon in question. Then, they fell to her sides. “If I marry Norris… I’ll be leaving behind all of my freedom that I worked so hard to gain.”

Stepping closer, Connor laid a hand on Myriam’s back. “That is not true,” he murmured quietly. “You know that better than I. Norris wants only for you to be happy.”

“Do I?” Myriam asked. Her voice faltered and she turned her nose to the rushing river. “What if, when we get married, all he wants is for me to sit at home and… I don’t know, wash his feet?”

Connor unintentionally wrinkled his nose. At the very least, the gesture provided a quick laugh for the two hunters. The uncomfortable silence returned soon after, broken only by the sounds of quiet chirping and rustling bushes.

“Norris did not fall in love with a housewife,” Connor finally spoke up. He met Myriam’s gaze with his own, gentle eyes. “Why would he expect such?”

“All men do,” Myriam sighed.

“I do not.”

“You are not all men.”

Connor glanced down at the flower crown in his hands, thumbing over the white petals. “Perhaps I am not.”

Myriam pinched her nose again. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to offend–”

“No, it is alright,” Connor assured her. His brows furrowed in thought while Myriam squinted into the horizon. Then, a candle sparked in his mind. “How much do you know of my people, Myriam?”

“I don’t see the point of your question,” Myriam remarked tersely. When Connor gave a serious expression, she sighed. “But to answer it, not much.”

He moved in front of Myriam. “I think you would like it very much. For my people, it is the women who lead. We may have chiefs and war councils, but these men are voted upon by our women. Clan Mothers lead the village. We trace our ancestry through our mothers. For women, marriage is not just a union of the husband and wife, but of the village to the couple.”

Myriam raised a brow. “Your point?”

Placing the flower crown upon her head, Connor continued. “You are not a housewife, but even if you were, it would not change who you are. You are a skillful leader and hunter. Norris knows this. He marries you because of it, not in spite of it. He admires you for who you are. You need be nothing else. And by marrying Norris, you unite our friends as a whole, too.”

Silently, Myriam adjusted the crown and tucked stray strands of hair behind her ears. “Do you really think so?”

“I know so.” He cracked a rare smile. “Besides, you are a better shot than Norris. If anyone will be the housewife, it will be him.”

Myriam snorted. “The bad part is that I think he would enjoy being a housewife.” Her shoulders shook as she began to laugh. “Could you imagine? Me, coming home with a pipe of tobacco sticking out of my mouth, my rifle on my back, and hares in my hands while Norris cooks and cleans?”

Connor chuckled, then gently led Myriam towards the path leading to the church. “But you cannot imagine such a fate until you are wed.”

“No,” Myriam smiled, “I suppose I can’t.” As they reached the church, Myriam turned to Connor with a mixture of fear and excitement.

“I’m scared.”

Connor nodded. “I know.”

“What do I do?”

“What do you do when you face a cougar?”

“I shoot it. Are you suggesting I shoot Norris?”

“No, but I am suggesting that you face him like you would any animal.” He laid his hands on her shoulders, squeezing gently. “You are a strong, cunning woman, Myriam. He loves you deeply. He would not be marrying you if he had no intention of respecting you.”

Myriam inhaled sharply. “How do I get over it?”

“The fear?”

“No, the weather – what else would there be?”

“You won’t,” chimed a gentle, soft voice. Prudence and Ellen emerged from behind the church. Ellen offered Myriam her bouquet of flowers while Prudence wrapped a white shawl around her shivering shoulders. Prudence patted her cheek. “When I married Warren years ago, I was terrified of our future. But you learn, in marriage, that you are both equally frightened.” She giggled along with Ellen and Myriam.

Ellen took Myriam’s hands in her own. “My marriage was an unhappy one,” she confessed. Connor looked on solemnly, catching Ellen’s somber gaze for a mere second before Ellen mustered a smile. “But I can offer this wisdom: a good husband will cherish his wife for her talents, her wit, her love, her devotion, and her faith. Norris practically worships the ground you walk on. He will make a fine husband.”

Myriam sniffled. “Fuck,” she cursed. “I can’t believe I’m crying like some… some old hag!” Prudence and Ellen laughed, rubbing Myriam’s shoulders before holding her tightly.

“Besides,” Prudence cooed, staring over Myriam’s shoulder into Connor’s watchful gaze, “once we have you and Norris married, we can finally focus our attention on finding Connor a wife.”

Cheeks flushing, Connor brought his fist to his mouth and cleared his throat. “That will not be necessary.”

“Oh, hush, Prudence,” Ellen giggled. “We mustn't scare him from the prospect yet.” She turned back to Myriam, kissing her cheek. “We have to go back inside, but we will support you no matter what.” Prudence nodded in agreement before waving goodbye, giggling alongside Ellen as they hurried into the church.

Myriam rubbed her arms and faced Connor, walking with him up the steps. “You will be there every step of the way?”

“Every step,” Connor assured.

“Okay.”

“How do you feel?”

“Terrified. Like I want to run away again,” Myriam chuckled breathlessly. Connor hummed and looped his arm with hers.

“I will be there regardless. I am sure Norris will be as well.”

Myriam smiled. “Thank you, Connor.”

“You do not need to thank me. You are my friend.”

She stood on her tiptoes, pressing her frigid lips to Connor’s freckled cheek. “No, but I will. Thank you.”

Blushing, Connor cleared his throat and led Myriam to the entrance of the church, where the guests began to rise as they spotted the bridge.

“Prudence and Ellen are right, though. We must find you a bride,” she whispered, doing her best to ignore the endless amount of eyes upon her and Connor.

Connor chuckled, patting her hand. “I can only hope she is not as fast nor agile as you.”

“Ha, ha. Who knew you had such a sense of humor?”

Years later, when Connor would find himself fidgeting in front of his betrothed’s longhouse, Myriam would loop her arm with his, kiss his flustered cheek, and walk him into the longhouse with the same kindness he had shown her before.

Luckily for Connor, his wife did not run into the trees. How fortunate he was indeed.

#assassin’s creed #ac3 #connor kenway #ratohnhaké:ton #fanfiction #my fanfic #assassin's creed fanfic #davenport homestead #myriam #norris #prudence #ellen #terry #godfrey #pretty much everybody in the damn homestead #that random cut from the chase sequence to the wedding bothers me so fucking much #so I simply decided to fill in the blanks #I hope you guys enjoy!#I love Connor sm he's a good friend

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xander-wolk · 7 months ago

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Hello!

Which characters are your favourites from fire emblem (any game)? Do you have any head canons for them? Do you have any favourite ships for them? What do you like best about them? Essentially, please use this ask as a free pass to info-dump and gush about your blorbos!

also I love the way you draw Sommie very much, the picture you drew of Sommie and Alear where she is holding his little pawsies lives rent free in my head.

Aah thank you for the fun ask!

I'm definitely a "has way too many favorites to list them all" type of person, but I'll focus on Corrin and Alear for now!

I've always really loved dragons, so it's not that surprising I gravitate towards the dragon characters lol! Even tho Alear never ends up transforming, I really like to think that their dragon form would be a messy mix of fell and devine. They wouldn't be very confident in their dragon state, but they'll grow more comfortable with it over time!

Also, pointy ears!!!! I sometimes forget they don't actually have those in canon and feel robbed all over again once I remember..

For Corrin I really like to imagine they show their dragon features more casually + it actually being more comfortable for them to do so instead of surpressing them! I especially like their tail<3

I honestly like a lot of ships as long as it has cute art and/or fics haha! I just like seeing favs happy and loved🩷 but special shoutouts to f!Alear/f!Corrin, m!Alear/Alfred, m!Alear/Pandreo and m!Corrin/Silas as some stand out ships👍🏻

And lastly, I just really love how sweet and compassionate they are at their core.. they're simply comfort characters through and through

#xander wolk answers #Corrin #alear

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emblemxeno · 10 months ago

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Something ironic is that even though 3H is a massive game with a very strong and consistent creative fandom, I have had no creative spark with that game beyond discourse lol.

Of course, my type of creative output is different from most people's; I like reading into things, analyzing dialogue to recontextualize characters as a whole, look for real world analogies, hypothesize potential non-canon interactions, etc.

E.g., the Nohr siblings and their relationships with their father, with each other, or the court is never explicitly laid out in detail as to what happened. At best, you get basic extrapolations such as "we were told not to talk to Azura" or "our mothers used us as tools to curry favor and to sabotage/hurt one another."

Put those backstories and character traits against events in the story? It makes you think. Elise, Leo, and Camilla are stressed tf out and panicking over Xander and Corrin's fight during chapter 2, cuz siblings hurting each other = one's gonna die to them. Corrin choosing Hoshido or even siding with neither kingdom is a strike against Xander's ego and his built up sense of normalcy as a stoic fraternal unit trying to hold together the last remnants of his family. Camilla intertwines violence and love because she was raised receiving love and affection from her mother only after being subservient to her mom's terrible actions towards the other concubines and royal children. Leo is on Forrest's case at first because he has his on warped sense of "bringing shame and dishonor" to his family, an amalgamation of his loneliness when the other sibs focus on Corrin despite his own accomplishments and his mom most likely drilling it into his head that he has to be talented to be an honorable prince; it's little wonder he lets up on Forrest when he sees his son doing something noble and selfless like healing and attending to an entire town. Elise is an outlier because she's so young, and that either manifests as reckless, well-meaning bravery, or blubbering, immature outbursts draped in ignorance; she knows nothing beyond her supposedly good family unit other than what's been told to her second-hand, so how is she supposed to react when the rug is pulled from under her?

With 3H I don't get that kind of stuff, partly because the game is just that packed with dialogue and auxiliary comments from characters (IMO, a big reason why things seem bloated), and partly because of the way the story is delivered; since Byleth is a silent protagonist, character dialogue seesaws between having a conversation and telling/expositing at you, which results in a restrictive writing style that's actively harmful to implicit writing or subtext. There's nothing to scratch your brain about, because the game pretty much does that for you. And while many think having characters comment on story events each chapter in Garreg Mach is a positive to world building and narrative depth, I actually think the opposite, because the medium in which this dialogue and insights are given-talking to them with a silent protag who can't ever have an actual conversation-feels like I'm a scientist putting variables against each other and extracting data and information from the results, rather than a story with believable characters with lives, dreams, and relationships.

...Though, writing this out, maybe that's why it's appealing to other creatives. Maybe it's the equivalent to getting a 2,000 piece lego set, and switching only a few things around without dismantling the entire base project. The product itself is seen as art that can be altered in specific, minute ways that inspire curiosity and creative reaction.

I, on the other hand, get the most fun out of thinking about why the pieces fit together in the first place and how well they do in practice. Different strokes, I guess.

#fire emblem discourse #fire emblem fates #3h discourse #fire emblem

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snowwydaydreamr · 1 year ago

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my beloved friend sent me this one day and went "this is your corrin" and I wholeheartedly agreed. I don't think they're well and I don't think they should be.

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I think "Conquest Corrin returning to Nohr after watching their mother die, turning into a dragon and losing their sense of self in a fit of rage and grief, and then returning home only to find themselves unable to return to what they used to be. No longer quite human. No longer quite the same as everyone else. Not being able to talk about what they'd experienced, of the loss, of how betraying their biological siblings felt, nobody to talk to and if you show the slightest of bit of yearning for knowing your other family you might be killed for it." rules actually.

Corrin only turning into a dragon when they feel cornered or backed into a wall, and never sharing that they do this with their siblings until they accidentally stumble upon it on the battlefield is actually very good head canon for me. They leave Nohr and come back fundamentally different and changed and they can never go back to how they used to be. Maybe they're optimistic and cheerful but they sure aren't well.

I think Birthright corrin basks in the sunlight and lives up to their blood. Birthright Corrin does not hesitate to become a dragon and feels comfortable as one. buddy gets vitamin D and is suddenly able to function normally.

I never played revelations, sorry to azura. you have been removed from the nintendy eshop.

#fire emblem fates #corrin #fire emblem conquest #fire emblem heroes #fire emblem birthright #kamui #fire emblem #conquest #fire emblem corrin #fire emblem if

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real-fire-emblem-takes · 2 months ago

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Head canon that Robin is AFAB and when you make them in game you choose if they wanted to transition or stay AFAB.

Head Canon Corrin is Intersex and genderfluid and has willlingly during the story several times switch which gender they are presenting as (In removed cut scenes I made up, one of the Norh sibilings is trying to have a heart to heart but Corrin can't decide if to be he, her, or they today and it ends up as a big "CORRIN JUST PICK PLEASE I NEED TO TELL YOU SOMETHING IMPORTANT" but Corrin is like "Hmm... But IDK what I'm feeling today.")

#corrin fire emblem #robin fire emblem #fe #fire emblem #fe14 #fire emblem fates #fe13 #fire emblem awakening

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spenglersglasses · 3 months ago

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⌛⚙️IMMORTAN TIME! ⚙️⌛

Lol

Hello everyone, I am back again with the next chapter of my Immortan Joe x the Fray (Corrine) fic!!!

I am so grateful for your patience as your girl is now knee deep in 50+ hours a week at work and then taking care of my kiddos and life has not been kind these past few days... but it makes me happy to share this so without further ado here we go!!!!

**This fic will be an AU! Mostly I will try to stay canon but there will be some conflicts and reimaginings. This includes themes as listed in the tags, if any of this doesn't sit well with you, please skip this one!**

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️Discussion about RAPE/FORCED PREGNANCY/VIOLENCE/VARIOUS DISTRUBING SUBJECTS⚠️

Listen you are reading a fic with Immortan Joe, it should be pretty obvious. but that being said if you are still here, I sincerely hope you all enjoy!

*Special shoutout to @animatedglittergraphics-n-more for the awesome dividers!

Chapter 3: Scars of the Past

Dark moments from Joe's past still haunt him while Corrine struggles with the demons in her present.

Also available HERE on AO3. Haven't started yet? Read from the beginning HERE!

Will eventually be very NSFW below the cut!!

-2 years ago-

The air was thick with promise as Joe made his way to the vault. Rictus and Scotus followed closely behind him as all of them did their best to remain optimistic—but they knew better. As Joe turned the corner, he could hear the screams emanating from within the vault. Rushing to open the door, finding the Organic Mechanic crouched down between Ifanna’s legs.

The other wives and Miss Giddy, flanking her on all sides. Wearing the worry on their faces. The uncertainty of the moment, building the anxiety within. Leaving them all breathless as their sister screamed in the active stages of labor. Writhing in pain and agony as she pushed, bringing another child into their world of captivity.

Even worse for them all was remembering that this would be Ifanna’s last shot at producing an heir. She had already suffered through two losses in her short time there. The mounting stakes, sending adrenaline rushing through their bloodstreams. Joe could feel it too. The room was positively pulsing with tension as he watched on. Ifanna’s dark brown hair, latticed against her face from the sweat of her brow. Her body too was covered in it—sticking the fabric of her gown to her skin.

“Now shove that little beauty out into the world.” the Mechanic encouraged. Steadying Ifanna’s movements. “...come on…here it comes.” he continued. Watching as he prepared for the delivery.

Joe and his sons stood watching with bated breath as the wife continued to push. A new young girl accompanied them. All of them, hoping that this time would be different. Eyes fixed atop the Mechanics head as he waited for him to turn around with joyous news.

The mysterious girl watching on with flat affect. After having seen so much destruction and pain in her short life. What would it be like to see a miracle? After all, it had only been a short time since Joe had procured her—Furiosa.

The girl was destined to be another of the wives—or perhaps something more. Taken from Dementus, a misguided megalomaniac leader of a biker horde who seized Gas Town. Returning control only after demanding to be appointed its protector. The girl left behind as part of the deal.

For now, that was a matter for another time. The only thing Joe could think of now was the child. Moments from birth as the Organic Mechanic, the only other good thing to come from Dementus’s acquaintance, helped assist in the labor. “I can see its head!” he said, laughing in excitement. “...good girl, good girl. One last shove.”

Joe refused to take his eyes off them. Rictus and Scrotus grew tired of the waiting. Furiosa watching on in horror at the gush of blood from between Ifanna’s legs. Frightened that this too might become her fate. “One more, one more—very good.”

“Hmph.” Scrotus huffed. Ready to leave, heading back to the War Boys for another night of spreading terror in the Wasteland. Joe was all too ready to scold him just before they heard it. The sound of cries. For a moment hardy and loud, echoing through the vault. The next hushed and quiet before going silent.

“...is it a boy? Is it a boy?” Ifanna cried, her breathing ragged from the loss of blood. Heart barely able to continue on. A lack of oxygen circulating in her blood, making her foggy as she begged to learn what was to come of her child. The Mechanic wouldn’t say much, snipping the child free of its cord. Severing its tie to its mother before he spoke.

“More or less.” he sighed, holding the infant up for Joe to see. One head, two bodies. The grotesque horror of what had been brewing in her womb now revealed. Taking its final breath as Joe watched on.

“Sorry boss.” the Mechanic lamented as the child fell still within his arms. The room quickly drowned in the sound of grief. All the hope in the world—gone. The knot in Joe’s throat was too hard to swallow. His breathing aching as his chest rose and fell. The pain of another loss, hitting him full force. Deciding then and there that once the last of the gestating wives delivered, the program would be over.

In that moment he was changed. It had been years since the birth of his sons, his hope squashed under the weight of seeing what would now come of his seed. Nothing but death and pain. He was devastated knowing that the legacy he longed to leave behind had come to a bitter end.

The first-born child of his wives was deformed and dead. A promise of true immortality crushed. The Immortan, doing everything he could to hide his emotions. This was it—never again , he thought to himself.

“I will give you a full life!” Ifanna sobbed, “I know I can…please.” she continued, tears flowing hard as she was handed the child by the Mechanic. Joe said nothing, only turning to leave. Desperate to put the whole mess behind him.

“Nope…Three strikes you’re out.” Scrotus snapped, cold and cruel. An example of his ill repute on full display. The Mechanic, young Furiosa, and Joe’s sons followed him down the hall. Each of them hoping to not be the first to have to speak.

“Dad…” Rictus said, breaking the silence. However, before he could continue Joe stopped, whipping around to face the four of them. The People Eater and the Bullet Farmer, appearing behind him. Waiting to hear the news.

“It’s over.” he said. The weight of his words felt between them. The Immortan’s eyes, barely able to hold back the tears and the frustration that had been building within him. The raging at the injustice he felt in this life. The man who had all that was possible–-yet nothing at all.

“Then what about the…” the Mechanic began, remembering the other women whose pregnancies he had been tending to. Still two others that carried Joe’s child within them.

“As far as I’m concerned…it would be a mercy if nothing comes of it. I can’t stand to see this happening again and again.”

“Then what’ll we do? With them I mean?” The Eater asked, overhearing the conversation as it transpired. Stepping forward as he twisted against the flesh of his own nipple by its chain.

“They can provide milk, if not send them back out to the wastes!” Joe hissed, lashing out at everyone in his grief. Knowing that if he didn’t leave now, he would crumble before them all.

“I’ll see to it.” The Eater assured him, frightened of the fire that burned within Joe’s eyes. The Immortan, briskly making his way back to his quarters, with only his anger to keep him company. Stopping for only a moment to respond.

“See that you do.”

-Present Day, 2 Weeks After Her Capture-

If Corrine had closed her eyes, she might have convinced herself that she was home. Finding herself comforted by the gentle hand of Miss Giddy. Reminded once again of her mother, a woman whose voice Corrine could no longer clearly recall. Taken from her as a child, in an accident so long ago.

As the bone comb slid through her hair, she listened to Miss Giddy recall the night the original breeding program was abolished. The tale, leaving her with a sense of horror and despair. A pain held in her heart for this wicked man who held her prisoner. Missy Giddy too was almost in tears. A memory she would rather be forgotten, deemed painfully necessary to retell.

“What happened to the rest of them?” Corrine asked as Miss Giddy laid down the comb. “...the other wives I mean.

“Milkers. Or distributed out amongst the V8. The Immortan no longer wanted anything to do with them after that night.” she explained, Corrine swallowing back before she continued her inquiry.

“...and their babies.” she continued, feeling the still of her heart as she watched the look on Miss Giddy’s face. Recalling the memories from years ago.

“None made it to term. After the last was lost, we closed the door of this place and there hasn’t been another woman brought back for years…not until you.”

“Me…” Corrine whispered softly, trailing under her breath. She wondered what made her different. Would she really be the one to bring back the program? Why was she the one to reignite the Immortan’s desire for a child?

“There's something I find so odd about this whole thing.” Missy Giddy began again, breaking Corrine’s train of thought. The old woman, scratching her head and looking off as if staring at something. Trying to connect the dots.”

“What?”

“It’s just you… I’m used to a full house.” She reasoned. Laughing it off, Finding some humor in the situation. One of her ways of coping with her own life of servitude.

“Maybe there just aren't as many women stupid enough to get themselves caught.” Corrine groaned. Letting out a laugh herself before the nagging of her head once again hit her. Pulsing and aching at her wound.

“Maybe…but still. You know, he wasn’t always this way.” Miss Giddy began, as the two of them stared out over the tops of the rock fortress that formed the Citadel. Looking on with longing at the green tops and the hint of a blue sky peeking through the haze.

“...oh? How so?”

“He was once a colonel. Though that was a long time ago now… during the Oil and Water wars. A hero from what I am told, by the history men that is…though one can never be sure what is true in this day and age.” she digressed.

“From a hero to this…” Corrine sighed, holding out her hand as she glanced around the room. Wondering how it was the Citadel came into being. Only legends and rumors of violence and bloody glory. The only things that were truly bountiful in the wasteland.

“Kalashnikov…the Bullet Farmer…” she clarified, “...and him. Well and a few others, came here when this was nothing but a forgotten source of water. The Immortan and the men that followed him…twisting and weaving their way into the good graces of the ones who were already here before them. The Immortan and his gang managed to seize control of it, along with the old oil refinery and lead mine and before they knew what hit them, it was over. It was then I am told the cult of the V8 was born.”

“Hmph…” Corrine huffed, unsurprised by the selfishness and scheming of men.

“Now there are boundless followers…War Boys raised from birth to obey him with blind devotion. He and the bunch of power-hungry men who surround him. All of them, feeding off the chaos and what little control they all still have. Sickens me…pretending that they are above all the rest of us.” Miss Giddy ranted, her face turning sour. Spitting on the ground as if she could taste the vile nature of them.

“I see.” Corrine muttered. Wondering to herself how a hero could turn so quickly into a villain. Looking up once again to see that the clouds had begun to turn. Darkening up, the threat of a storm brewing within them.

Only moments later, as the room grew dark, Miss Giddy stood up. Flipping on the lights before making her way towards the door. Corrine, watching as she approached it, knowing that someone would soon come to retrieve her. Sure enough, the door to the vault came slowly open. It was as if it was perfectly timed.

One of the men, whom Corrine had found was known as an Imperator had come to claim her. The old woman, sending Corrine one last pained smile before she took her leave. “That last day though…when I looked into his eyes…” she said, looking woeful once more. “I could swear I saw a brief glimpse of what he was before. Just a man. A man filled with the pain of loss.”

It was the last thing Miss Giddy said before the door closed behind her. Leaving Corrine alone once again. Making her way carefully down the steps. Traversing each one with care as the dizziness from her head injury lingered on.

There was no doubt she had suffered a concussion. The effects, keeping her from being confident in her gait. Worried she may fall down the stairs to her death. Though, at times, she considered that death maybe the lesser of two evils.

When she reached the bottom, she walked over to the table. Looking out at the mound of books spread out across its top. Thankful to Miss Giddy for all she’d been taught so far. Though she still only managed to understand some basic words and phrases, she found sanctuary in their pages. Grabbing one book atop the pile that had quickly become her favorite.

Slender fingers, trailing across the spine as she moved to open the cover. Her eyes fixed on the colorful pictures. Plants–lots and lots of plants among the pages. They were something Corrine could understand. Entranced by their beauty—of a world that once was.

She looked at them as a child would the pictures in a fairytale—filled with intrigue and delight. Finding it hard to believe that these things ever really existed in the world. One she had only ever known as desolate and barren. Turning each page, while a smile found its way across her face.

The sensation, like a long-lost memory. Lifting her fingers to feel her lips. Tracing them as if to prove to herself it was really there. “What is wrong with me?” she asked herself. Wondering how far gone she must be to be so happy from mere illustrations. This book, giving her a momentary distraction from the painful truth of her situation.

Once she turned the last page, reality would be waiting for her. Today though, the feeling didn’t come as she expected it too. Those thoughts, replaced by the stories that Miss Giddy had told her. Finding herself wondering more and more about the man who held her capture. Contemplating if he really was the monster he was made out to be. Or if somewhere deep down there was something else—something worth knowing.

Immediately Corrine shook her head free of the thought. Pressing the lids of her eyes closed in disgust. Wondering how hard she had really been hit to even entertain the notion. The pain, now reaching a new high as she continued to wince.

“Does it still hurt?” came a voice from behind her. Corrine, freezing still in place. Hoping she had imagined it. Realizing she hadn’t as she felt the weight of hands upon her waist.

Frightened with the sheer boldness of his actions. Cold chills traveling up her spine and every little hair along her skin stood up. Before she could speak, the Immortan turned her around to face him. Brushing back the fall of her hair to take a closer look at the small wound that still lay hidden there.

“It’s not too bad.” he said, the crow's feet along his eyes becoming more pronounced. Was he smiling again? Corrine swallowed, her eyes meeting with his. Joe, gently bringing his hand down and across her face.

He held it still. Rough yet tender against the curve of her cheek, as if he were comforting her. The first small kindness he had shown her. Her heart began to pound, Corrine quickly shying away from his touch.

“The mechanic said it's just a mild concussion. Though I am sure your pain may say otherwise.” Joe told her.

“Yes, well…I might recover faster if I were far away from her.” Corrine snapped, taking the opportunity to put some distance between them. Joe quickly came up from behind her to grab at her arm.

“I’ve been thinking of you.” he admitted. His words, sending a flash of pink across her cheeks.

“You shouldn’t be.” Corrine responded, trying her best to bury the uncomfortable feelings bubbling up inside her. Frantically juggling around her thoughts. Trying to think of something to say next that might break the tension between them.

“And why is that?” he asked, yanking her close to him. Taking her into his arms as Corrine let out a hasteful breath. Immediately enraptured by his stare as his intense blue eyes stared into her soul. Stirring inside her a desire that she felt deep in her core.

Why?! Why him, she asked herself. Feeling betrayed by her own heart for wanting him. Hating that the helplessness she found in his arms to be irresistible. Joe noticed it too. The look in her eye and the way she melted into his arms, giving her away before any more words were spoken.

She knew she had to do something. Something that would prevent them from going any further. That would stop her from imagining what might happen if the Immortan would once again remove his mask—or more.

“Aren’t you afraid.” she blurted out, just as Joe’s face had been brought level with hers. HIs brows raised and eyes widened in confusion. Surely, she didn’t believe he was afraid of her.

“Of?” he asked, his hand snaking its way from her arm to the swell of her breast. Her scent and the softness of her flesh were too enticing to ignore.

“Of failure again.” she continued. Her comment, stopping Joe mid action. “Miss Giddy has told me about that night…aren’t you afraid of it happening again?”

“I…” Joe began dumbfounded at her candor. Furious that the old woman had opened her mouth. Wishing that there was someone else as good as she for the task at hand. Then he might be able to kill her without a second thought.

Instead, he was left vulnerable in front of the Fray. Giving her the upper hand for the moment. How dare she bring that up now. Remind him of what he has lost and refuse what there was to gain.

“That's no concern of yours.” Joe said, his voice dosed with the hint of a quiver. Even someone as strong as he couldn’t help but give into the pain.

“...I’m sorry.” Corrine said softly. Feeling immense regret as she watched him turn away. The moment compelling her to follow him. Shocked to see a tear running down his face.

Corrine couldn’t help but pity him. This one simple tear had given her much needed proof of the Immortan’s humanity. An unexpected but pure reminder that he was just a man.

“Really.” Corrine whispered as she brought her hand up to wipe the tear from his face. Joe was startled, surprised by her actions as he snatched her arm. Holding it up at the wrist as the two of them stared at one another.

Both of their hearts began to pound as they stood there in the hollow of the vault. Joe, now more than ever determined to push forward. Corrine, chewing on her lip as he carefully undid his mask. His face once again revealed to her as he brought his lips only a hair’s breadth away from hers.

“You’ll make it up to me.” Joe vowed as he passionately took her lips onto his.

#Immortan Joe #Immortan Joe x OC #Immortan Joe x Corrine #Immortan Joe x the Fray #Immortan Joe Mad Max #Mad Max #Immortan Joe fic #Immortan Joe fanfic #Immortan Joe fanfiction #Mad Max fanfiction #Romance #disturbing topics #mind the ao3 tags!#unexpected romance #dom/sub #villain fucker #villain lover #Toxic romance #ren writes

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flowersofsakura · 4 months ago

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I finally received my figure of Corrin Nohr noble from Fire Emblem Fates!

Since I'm apparently a nerd, I took measures to know her canon height from the 1/7 scale of the figure 😌

- foot to under knee : 6,5cm

- under knee to waist is 8,8cm

- waist to shoulder is 4,3cm

- shoulder to top head is 4cm

Giving a total of 23,6cm, I scale up to 7 : 23,6 x 7 = 165,2cm

Corrin is 165cm / 5'5 😊

Some pictures of the figurine.

#fire emblem #fire emblem fates #fire emblem if #fire emblem heroes #fe corrin #corrin fire emblem #fire emblem corrin #Corrin figure #Fe #kamui fire emblem #fe kamui #Fire emblem if kamui #Kamui fe #corrin #This figurine is so prettyyyyy I swear

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deva-arts · 5 months ago

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CRINGE NAMES. NOW. 👹

FINE! FINE!!! So everyone had some name tryouts at first, and everyone has different themes behind their name! I think about this an embarrassing amount.

Sera is pretty on the nose with hers. Vincent had a lot of ancient Roman name themes. Nathaniel? tons of Latin. Sonia has a more American name, and Amon has both ancient and modern Egyptian names to his- er... name.

The name 'Seraphina' was my first choice. You can give her several nicknames! But I felt like it was super cringy- I still cringe here and there when I say that my MC has such a mouthful of a name! However, she quickly grew into it; it was the only name that fit her.

Other runners up were: Daya, Jena, Lark, Pheobe, Raven, Tori, Diane, Robyn, Vanessa, Karla, and Corrine. You can tell I wanted a specific vibe here. Her last name used to be Guerrero!

Herrera is a Hispanic surname. It literally means iron forge, but sounds so cute. And her middle name, Nephele, means cloud in Greek. You can tell she is my oldest oc goddamn four years now

Vincent has always been Vincent AFAIK, but his lab name had changed quite a bit, to the point that I decided to leave him nameless in the lab. A name implies an identity after all. I still sometimes wonder if I'll stick to the name, since the way he canonically gets it is kind of weak narrative-wise.

His beta lab names included: Livius, Lucius, Odysseus, Aetius, Nero, and Dante. Kind of teetering on cringe, even though I liked Dante... Oh well. It's for the best. My subconscious would've played the nastiest trick had I not found out:

Now, Vincentius remains with his first and only name, its latin root, Vincere, means to conquer and prevail. He's the winner! He won! why is no one clapping...?

We move on! Nathaniel!! Ahaha I liked brainstorming Nate a lot...But his name was pretty straightforward. I just picked something off the top of my head and it stuck! kind of how it happens in Canon, lol. As Nathaniel grew his personality and character profile past "Hi! I exist to be your boyfriend!" Things quickly took form for our dear Wilson. I chose Wilson as a surname because of our og here:

...I just think he's neat. The tattoo on his shoulder was going to be Inter Umbra, but I soon found that Noctis Umbra fit far better. Darkness in a night filled world. Toxie Noxie. Plus these names make a poem!

Nathaniel Wilson: God has given a son of will,

Noctis Umbra: A shadow in the night.

Sonia’s names were pretty straightforward. I wanted something playful and energetic! but also quite American. She's a carefree ginger with her heart on her shoulder... Even though it's doubtful this is her real name past just being a stage name. It might be something stupid. Like Marjorie.

Oof. Let's stick with Sonia. I wasn't thinking about any name meanings here, but it is kind of funnily ironic that her name means wisdom! ahah!

Amon wasn't going to be Arab at first; I was leaning more towards Egyptian mythology rather than modern, Islamic Egypt. I found it a lot funner to meld Momo more in that direction. even though he is raised a lot more multiculturally and areligious past his teen years in canon. (He was working in the mafia since he was fourteen. He has become the definition of Haram.)

So, instead of making a character based off of Amon Ra, or Ammit, the crocodilian deity in ancient Egyptian mythology, Momo kind of evolved past just his character abilities! In canon, Amon uses this name as a nickname/street alias. Adra finds it cool! so she call him that too.. His real, birth name is Arham Hassan Ahmed. Not that he will use it much in the story.

Some literal Google search translations to his name- Arham, coming from the arabic word "rahma", which means merciful or compassionate. Hassan, meaning handsome. And Ahmed, from "al-hamd" meaning praiseworthy. Or so I have read!

Lastly, Eric. My mom came up with it, and my brother immediately went "gasp- RICKY." and it stuck. My brother also came up with Schraf as a surname. It doesn't mean anything, but it's cool innit? (This is also how he named Karl Strohl.)

#devarambles #whew this was loooong #at some point i quit just finding random words off my head and started researching them a little to make them fit narrative wise #i know they arent perfect. hell i might have the meanings all wrong. but ive had fun and thats what counts! no need to be too serious now #i can just enjoy :>#so yeah boom #thanks for being a little shit in my inbox man <3 love you. but please get off anon mode. begging and pleading.#ark_systema

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moe-broey · 9 months ago

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My "Not a full thought" post about Emblems now being able to exist in Askr and the potential of timeline fuckery is coming back to haunt me.

@iamdarkness BUT I really did wanna reply to this more in-depth esp to have context on the Engage side of things as well! And tbh it could be a really interesting thing to dig into, I just feel a bit out of my depth about it (the FEH autism does not extend far past Askr. If I'm entirely honest 🧍)

Hoping to clear the air on some things! Such as, Elyios (Engage) is separate from Askr/Zenith (FEH)! All the Emblems have their own "domains", in the form of a paralogue/map that's modeled after the respective Emblem's world. For story Emblems, you unlock these as you collect the rings, and for the DLC Emblems, that's how you recruit them. Unsure what this says about Elyios itself, if these maps are like. Pocket dimensions that are replicas of that Emblem's world or what. Given what I vaguely know about Emblem lore I'm gonna say replicas.

This is Askr's!

Which, is interesting that it Is Askr, because it's Emblem Veronica's domain.

But honestly I feel like I'm getting ahead of myself, because even before the DLC came out, I was under the impression that Engage took place after all FEs were said and done, timeline wise. Given the nature of the Emblems, and the set up of the story starting off "1000 years ago" (and that was just to set up the story of Engage! So it has been A While).

One thing (that feels very loose canon-wise) that made me feel Engage is after FEH is because, not only are there Bond Rings of the Askr trio, but their weapons are here too! This was a promotional thing, but. It's There

Something worth noting, is that Bond Rings are different than Emblems. They don't have a spirit in them, that's as animated as the Emblems anyway... they give small stat bonuses, and are of characters that are related to any given Emblem (so, Corrin has a collection of Fates characters for Bond Rings, ect). This Does have an interesting result where there's an overlap between some DLC Emblems and Bond Rings. Cases being, there's Emblem Camilla and a Camilla Bond Ring that's connected to Emblem Corrin -- and, this happened to Edelgard/Dimitri/Claude too! Each of them having Bond Rings connected to Byleth, and also becoming their own Emblems in the Get Along Bracelet LMFAO (all three of them are in there. It goes about as well as you'd expect.)

But I am. Getting a little distracted.

EMBLEM VERONICA

One line that stands out to me is Alear (named Milo here) saying he hasn't heard of Askr before. But like if I think about that too much my head might explode and also Alear was previously comatose for 1000 slutty slutty years. So. Take it or leave it, whatever this is implying

Also, interestingly, she takes the form of her post Book 6 look -- but there's some odd inconsistencies, like her personality being more young Veronica, and also, mentions of Bruno as if he was still missing in action and not. Well. You know. (I'd have to dig further into Bond convos for examples, which tbh may be a worthwhile endeavor! But for now Take My Word For It Please this is already so all over the place 🥲)

But the main reason I wanted to emphasize that dialogue (aside from it being interesting, to say the least), is how Alear doesn't know about Askr as a whole. And, in Alear/Alfonse Forging Bonds:

WHICH.... AGAIN.......... MADE ME FEEL LIKE. With everything going on in Engage, the Bond Rings of Alfonse/Sharena/Anna, their Respective Signature Weapons (feels particularly damning) and Emblem Veronica. It felt like, what happens in Elyios is something that has Yet to Happen. And that, Askr as we know it, has been long gone.

But then...... everything with the Katarina/Kris FBs............ how Kris was only able to be summonable because Katarina and Marth told their story............. and how it's just the Emblems that are specifically mentioned as Not Having Info on, not Alear herself or her friends. My head hurds so bad.

LIKE...... I GUESS???? My initial thoughts on "Oh yeah that makes sense the Emblems don't exist in Askr" was that they Didn't Exist Yet. Aughh but then ...... in-universe, wouldn't the same be true for. Anyone from "the future". Or does it just apply to ghostly jewelry apparitions. Because we KNOW that option isn't true, it's shown/stated that Kiran comes from a modern world like ours, and there's also the Tokyo Mirage Sessions idols. Maybe the Emblem thing WAS just a Kris case, but that feels SO ODD. Like the Emblems are intrinsic to Elyios it seems. Why wouldn't the Askr library, chock full of information about the various worlds and lives of Heroes, Not Have That Info??? Especially with royalty like Lumera (Alear's mom) having close ties with specific Emblems (Sigurd). And also off the top my head that's a REOCCURRING thing, that the royal families in Engage Are entrusted with specific Emblems that are passed down/protected across generations. Celica with Céline/Firene, Lyn with Alcryst/Brodia, to name a few. It just seems SO strange, because it Feels Like it would be basic information about the world of Elyios.

CONCLUSION?????

My head hurds so bad. Net zero information. I'm so sorry. I hope this helped!!!!!!!!! 😇🫡

#fire emblem #feh #LIKE. I FEEL LIKE. THERE IS SO MUCH LORE TO UNPACK HERE.#esppppp bc there are funky things going on w the emblems themselves as entities.#LIKE I FEEL LIKE. the inconsistences w veronica are intentional. lending itself to the idea that #emblems aren't straight up the guy who existed lived and breathed and ultimately passed on #i think they're like. manmade representations of those famous guys. and so some details may be off.#and honestly that could have really interesting implications about askr and what was known about it based solely on #what we see w emblem veronica. which i feel so strongly the implication was Not Much Was Known or preserved.#conflicting accounts. inaccurate information. ect.#GAH. THERE IS. SO MUCH TO UNPACK HERE #and my brain is. not equipt for it tbh it's too full of feh stuff. askr fam specifically.#fire emblem engage #fe veronica #fe lore

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sonicasura · 2 months ago

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I've been thinking about my KN8/Kirby crossover, Starry Dreams, again. (My ass still hasn't done the extended versions for BotW/TotK or Blue Exorcist yet. 🥲) Thus why not share more stuff on the fluffier side of things. (We all need it due to the latest chapter.)

Kirby and Kafka's spiritual bond soon shows it affects both in more ways than one. You know how I said that our himbo could use Copy Abilities as a result? Well, any power boosts between the two are shared.

You guessed it then kudos! Kirby gains a new form, Kaiju Kirby, based on Kafka's own Kaiju nature. The appearance is very similar to how Copy Abilities are portrayed in Super Smash Bros which basically sums up to a 'cosplay' of the character.

I do plan on drawing this. Although it's 50/50 on whether Kirby looks like he's wearing a full body mask like the Corrin design or a removable mask that animates yet he can take it off. He is gonna be greenish obsidian in color and have back spikes because I loved it when Copy Abilities changed the pink puff's colors too. (Sucks they removed it over the years.)

You can bet your ass that Kafka fawned over Kirby's new form partly from his kaiju instincts. It's further proof this is his whelp. Kafka's instincts does lead him to do stuff such as proudly presenting the star warrior to his friends. Although now the Defense Force really thinks Kirby is No.8's biological offspring, lol.

Kafka attempts to piece together the 'lore' after each adventure in Dreamland. Considering he cleans up Kaiju corpses for a living, he would try to understand what him and Kirby went against throughout the few years. Although Kafka still wonders who has been leaving tidbits on collectible figures or random notes(based on in-game Pause Screen Descriptions for Bosses).

Our himbo finally finds a new place to call home, an old farmhouse out in the countryside. There are a few reasons for the decision. Kirby has more room to roam about or enjoy a nice nap, the Robobot doesn't have to be holed up in Reno's basement anymore, and Landia has a place to rest. (You can say Kafka's hunch about the four headed dragon wanting to live with them became true.)

Kirby and No.8 grew quite popular amongst the public. The Defense Force did try to put a handle on it as not all of them were keen about the vigilantes. Futaba and Ami threw a massive wrench in their plan when the former began carrying plushies based on the two. Something which led to tons of merchandise that expanded in variety often should No.8 call upon an ally(usually Landia) or Kirby summons the Robobot.

The Third Division gets back together after the base is fully repaired. (Rookies take temporary apprenticeships with the other departments as to fit canon.) Kafka's apprenticeship is put on hold once his secret becomes known to the whole place.

The rest of the Defense Force are unaware as a case is being built for Hibino. Soshiro and Mina want to make sure their friend alongside his companions stay safe from the more dangerous members in the force.(Obvious corrupt higher ups/mad scientists.) This includes looking over the rules and setting up procedures based on available loopholes.

Kirby became a sort of unofficial mascot for the Third Division especially with the female officers. It isn't uncommon to find the pink puffball napping next to Bakko(Mina has taken pictures), doodling as Okonogi works on the Robobot Armor, or playing some games with off-duty Rookies. Kafka is happy that everyone is getting along.

Now I have been thinking about an alternate version of Starry Dreams. This one has a childhood sweethearts type pairing between Kafka, Soshiro, and Mina with Skully showing up around canon. Plus my ass couldn't resist the look on the latter two's faces when their husband comes home with Kirby in hand alongside a towed spaceship.

Kafka would already have the barn house since he figures both of his partners prefer some peace and quiet. They do learn that our himbo can transport others much earlier as Soshiro ends up being an impromptu ally for Kirby 64. How it happens is the two decided to have a lazy day and slept in while Mina was making breakfast. She unfortunately had to watch Soshiro vanish alongside Kafka to Dreamland.

You can bet both our himbo's partners broke some Defense Force rules to help him in these adventures. This includes stealing and modifying their combat suits. It only grows when Kafka's powers alongside Skully come into the picture.

Nothing like an unlikely family to turn the world of Kaiju No.8 upside down.

#sonicasura #kaiju no. 8 #kaiju no 8 #kaijuno.8 #kaijuno8 #kn8 #kaiju number 8 #monster no 8 #monster no. 8 #kafka hibino #hibino kafka #kirby series #kirby #mentions of kirby lore #kirby right back at ya #starry dreams

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