#his outfit is canon-adjacent

[floofanflurr]

AND NOW FOR STEP TWO! ASK THEM ON A DATE.

HUMAN! WILL YOU—WILL YOU GO ON A DATE WITH ME?

[floorpancakes]

if you think about it in a non shop scenario adult watanuki would be the ceo of wearing a long sleeved minidress with pants. or without pants. without pants also works

[zenkohoney]

Human!Ratchet TFP Design

Don’t mind me drawing my husband-

The short king that he is. 👑

I hc him as around 5’5” or 5’6” for some reason?? That’s just how I see him in my head 😭

I had a bit of trouble figuring our his hair, for a minute he was just bald😫 which to be fair!!! Still looked really good for him 👀

And for some reason, when I look at the canon adjacent outfit all I can see is buzz lightyear with that MASSIVE collar😭😂

[portraitofalinkonfyre]

Why Sky Wears Baggy Clothes: A Dissertation into Skyloftian Boner Culture and Outfitting Practices

So. Remember the infamous dick post? I have more thoughts, specifically concerning Sky's FAT COCK and how Skyloftian's specifically evolved greater vascular and hemoglobin systems in response to life in high altitudes. Prepare yourselves.

In my last piece, I calculated Skyloft's altitude of roughly 7,544.4 feet and covered how certain systems were affected to adapt to the climate, which eventually turned into a rant about Sky's dick, but now, I present to you: the reason Sky wears baggy clothes is to hide his altitude-induced, iron-man erections.

But first, let's explore the clothes themselves. Due to its high altitude, Skyloft is cold. Google AI has informed me that wind speed typically fluctuates, assuming the altitude is within the range of 6,000 to 8,000 feet, between 12 to 23 mph. On the Beaufort Scale, a chart used to estimate wind speed based on visual appearances, 23 mph is considered a "Fresh Breeze", and hardly a whisper to anyone from the Midwest. With this in mind, the standard temperature (excluding wind chill) of an area with a similar altitude to Skyloft is roughly 34°F or 1°C, which explains the multiple layers typically worn by many in-game Skyward Sword characters. Using both of these values and an internet wind chill calculator, we can conclude that the average temperature of Skyloft (assuming the wind speed is a comfortable 16 mph) is 24°F or -4°C, with a calculated range of 22°F or -5.6°C (23 mph, 34°F) to 25°F or -3.9°C (12 mph, 34°F).

With a wind-chilled air temperature of 24°F, Skyloft's layered, loose-fitting clothing standards make perfect sense, seeing as loose clothes are considered advantageous during cold weather because the small gaps between skin and fabric create pockets of space for body heat to gather, creating a pseudo-barrier against the elements.

Now, onto Sky's particular outfit. Based on this post by Jojo herself, Sky wears approximately four full upper-body layers (white, olive-khaki, chainmail, and mint tunic), one midsection layer (red sash), one lower-body layer (brown-green?? pants), and his embroidered sailcloth; he is prepared-prepared for chilly temperatures. As well as being a wonderfully adjacent nod to modern-day Tibetan culture, these clothes are perfect for conserving heat, and, concurrently, his life. 'But Fyre, we want the iron man dick-canons!' you may wail, but I'm not finished. There's quite a bit of debate in the skydiving community about whether tight or loose-fitting clothes are better, but many users state that loose-fitting clothes have the advantage of drag. But why is this good? In skydiving, and many of the Zelda games as a whole, control is essential; it's what allows us to feel safe, and thus allows for more logical, calm thinking due to adrenaline and cortisol (stress hormones) reduction. By increasing the user's surface area, loose-fitting clothes create drag, which, in physics, leads to better midair control during free-fall. Compared to Skyward Sword, where free-falling is as common a game mechanic as swinging a sword around, specialized aerodynamic control via clothing is a crucial mechanism that the Skylofians would absolutely take advantage of, considering that many of them regular jump from the sky and ride giant pelican-bird-creatures. In addition, due to his evolutionarily enhanced circulatory and vascular system, Sky himself is more than prepared to handle any and all endocrine stressors due to falling, and his specific outfit design only backs the theory that the residents of Skyloft are not only equipped to handle life in the sky on an evolutionary level, but from a cultural and biological level as well.

Okay. That was a lot, so I'm going to reintroduce some scholarly degeneracy at its finest: the concept of Sky's iron-man erections. Keeping with the vein of Skyloftian's specifically designing their clothes to be advantageous in every sense of the word, it isn't too far-fetched that they would make a point to account for any and all bodily changes that may occur during free-fall, or simply life on a floating rock, which absolutely includes altitude-induced erections. Confused? Let me explain.

In the dick-canon post, I largely referenced the concept of "airplane boners" as a defining factor for why Sky is HUNG, because it has been scientifically proven that abrupt changes in pressure affect vascular expansion and contraction, which absolutely extends to the pelvic region, and, thus, shifting erective status of the penis. With this in mind, it can be inferred that a race of people with the same evolutionary traits would have also evolved culturally to deal with this conundrum, which perfectly explains the bagginess of Sky's, and every other resident of Skyloft's, outfit choices. For example, the looseness of his pants is likely to be a cleverly-disguised ploy to hide what is by all definitions a biological predicament shared by all members of the Hylian species. It's in the same vein as modern-day menstrual cycles. Oh no, you got your period? Just slap a pad on it! Except the pad is baggy pants to hide an erection you can't control because flying is your way of life. Apply this to Sky and you've got a good idea of why his outfit is the way it is.

But that's not all! In addition to concealing any potential erections, Skyloftian clothing is also specifically designed to protect against the elements, which, you guessed it, extends to male and female reproduction organs. Whether through the use of thick, temperature-impenetrable cloth, specific (down-low) enchantments, or specialized padding, it is almost undeniable that a society as developed as the Skyloftians would have a fail-safe method to preserve both their lives and modesty through practical outfit stylizations.

And now, the moment you've all been waiting for: iron-man erections and what the fuck that refers to. I'm sure some of you are getting sick of the words 'vascular capacity' and 'erection of the penile region', but I promise you, this is where the magic happens. So. Sky is basically evolutionarily-predetermined to be hung. He has excellent hemoglobin and vascular system capacity, which would absolutely affect not only his body as a whole, but sexual functions as well, specifically in the fact that his erections are indestructible. Due to a combination of evolution, age, and gender, it's incredibly easy for him to become aroused, and, concurrently, incredibly difficult to 'take care' of his arousal in the same manner as the typical, non-evolutionized male would. That flagpole is raised and it is NOT coming down. This begs the question: how does he deal with this conundrum, specifically after some type of altitude-based activity, and what cultural practices are permitted in this context? Are all Skyloftian's serial masturbators or are they simply incredible at restraining themselves, which could act as a nod to Sky's typically unbothered attitude? In concurrence, if masturbation is socially acceptable, how does Sky find all that time to jack off? Does the rest of the chain know, or are they oblivious to his predicaments?!

In short, Skyloftian fashion and societal modesty culture is heavily influenced by the hilariously, yet closely related Skyloftian boner culture, in both outfit practicality and social norms, which is very likely to explain Sky's choice of clothes and, once again, why he is hung as FUCK. Thank you for witnessing my madness and Hylia bless.

Additional queries:

Does Priapism exist in Skyloftian society? Yes and no. The term 'priapism' refers the prolonged erection of the penis (4+ hours), often without any sexual stimulation, which cements it as a fairly common medical condition for humans. However, due to their unique vascular biology, it is unlikely that this condition would be viewed at the severity it is in modern-day humans, which begs the question: is it even an issue at all? Increased circulatory and vascular capabilities indicate a greater blood flow, whereas priapism is the persistent lack of appropriate blood flow, meaning that, due to their biology, priapism may very well be an indicator of old age in the same manner loss of vision or a general slowing down is for humans. On the other hand, if it were to possess the same significance as it does with modern-day humans, what

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[steviewashere]

Pumpkin Pie

Rating: Teen and Up CW: Recreational Drug Use (Marijuana), Alcohol, Inebriated Steve Harrington Tags: Post-Canon, Canon Divergence, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Sad Steve Harrington, Insecure Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Eddie Munson Takes Care of Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington, Kisses, Cuddling, Sharing Food, The Intimacy in Sharing Pie From the Same Tin on The Same Fork, Sappy Ending For @steddie-spooktober Day 24 Prompt: Pumpkin (My probably only fic for spooktober because it got away from me)

🎃—————🥧 Eddie wakes up to a cold bed next to him and a bladder that’s screaming.

It’s not unusual for Steve to get out of bed in the middle of the night. Sometimes from a nightmare. Maybe because he needs a glass of water. Occasionally for the bathroom. But for his side to stay cold? That’s what’s unusual.

He pulls up his pajama pants, washes his hands, and makes it out of their ensuite bathroom. Well, it used to be just Steve’s ensuite and bedroom, but it’s theirs now that his parents have completely moved out of Hawkins. Leaving their too big house in a trust fund—the only thing that’s in the trust fund, it seems. Steve agreed that he’d pay the bills, so long as his parents didn’t fully sell it; surprisingly, they gave in.

The downstairs is completely dark. No life in the living room. No flushing toilet from the downstairs bathroom. Nothing. It’s almost as if Steve isn’t even home. Though, the back porch light is on. And in the light layer of autumn fog, glowing from the pool lights, is Steve laid back in one of the pool loungers.

Heaving open the heavy sliding glass door, Eddie chances stepping outside. The cold bites him—teeth marks, flesh missing. His t-shirt and fleece pants aren’t going to fend off the chill. And Steve’s outfit won’t do any better either. Considering the fact that he’s in nothing but some ratty sweatpants. How can he sit out here, Eddie briefly wonders. A waft of something skunky and earthy flares his nostrils alive. He shuffles over so that he’s in the adjacent pool lounger, sitting on the edge, arms wrapped tight around himself. Looking on at Steve’s profile, who is completely zoned out, bringing the joint to his lips mechanically. There are goosebumps on Steve’s shoulders, his cheeks bright red, the area under his nostrils a little shiny. He’ll get sick out here.

“Steve?” Eddie softly calls. Though, it startles Steve anyway. Hazel eyes meet his: bloodshot, glistening, his pupils expanded to their full extent from how dark it is. There’s dark circles under his eyes, heavy eye bags. His skin is pasty underneath the flush. Already looks sick. “What’re you doin’ out here, sweetheart? It’s warmer inside.”

A sniff. Shrugged shoulders. Steve looks back out towards the pool, but his eyes aren’t bouncing over the water—from where Eddie follows them, they appear to be mapping out the horizon line, a blue expanse coated with fog. “My parents called”—he takes a deep pull from the joint and the cigarette paper crackles into use, breathing it into his lungs, puffing it lightly from his nostrils—“they aren’t coming,” Steve croaks, the rest of that smoke billowing from between his chapped lips.

“They called at midnight?”

Steve gives a heavy nod. Another drag. Billowing smoke. “Motherfuckers are in London right now, livin’ it large with all their stupid business friends. Mom’s tryin’ to keep Dad from chasing tail.” He blinks slowly and lets out a longwinded sigh. “It’s whatever. Tried to keep in touch with my family, made them a bunch of nice food, and this is what I get. Fuckin’ whatever.” Steve’s smiling by the end of that sentence, this humorless, lifeless thing. He goes back to the joint again on autopilot, lips wrapping around the end, taking in another big hit, letting it settle, and blowing it out with his next sigh.

Eddie looks around Steve, the crumbles of burnt joint on the lounger, what looks like a near empty glass bottle resting near one of the legs, another smoked roll but it’s just the filter at this point. He purses his lips and furrows his eyebrows. Looks at that bottle again—Smirnoff. He takes a deep breath, oh boy. “Don’t you want to go inside, sweetheart? We can talk about all this in bed, y’know. It’s warmer,” he tries again.

“Nah,” Steve drawls. “I’m warm already”—another fucking hit—“’t’s fine.”

“How much have you had to smoke, Steve?”

He shrugs again. Nonchalant like none of this is worrisome. Whatever that phone call was must’ve shaken him up pretty bad. Especially for him to come out here and party like it’s 1983? Yeah, must’ve been pretty fucked.

A cloud of smoke. “Dunno,” Steve says, “put some money in your…your lunchbox. Gutted some of my cigs. Bada-bing, bada-boom, right?” He puts the roach out on the arm of his chair, leaving a shallow crater in its wake. Steve points loosely towards the leg of his chair. “Hand me the���the uh…the drink?”

“No, Steve,” Eddie responds firmly, “I’m not gonna give that to you. We should go back to bed. Talk about that phone call in the morning.”

Steve scoffs and hefts himself up enough to come off the back of the chair, just barely reaching over into Eddie’s space. His eyes are glossier than they were before, heavy lids, Eddie can smell the alcohol on his breath when he speaks. “What’s there to talk about? They don’ fuckin’ love me. ‘M not enough for them to stay and now they’re startin’ over without me.” He collapses back. A wet breath from between his lips. “It’s whatever,” Steve spits. Swallows and sniffles and—

The first tear rolls down his right cheek.

“Steve,” Eddie breathes.

“Nothin’ to talk ‘bout.” He wipes aggressively at his cheeks with the hilt of his palms. Mutters, so quiet Eddie almost doesn’t hear him, “Don’ fuckin’ love me.”

Eddie’s silent for a few minutes. Sour in his stomach from Steve’s soft sniffles, the tears he won’t admit are there. He looks out at the forest, the dark expanse of sky. Lets out a calm, solid breath. “Are you hungry?” Eddie asks quietly.

“Sorta.”

“You want some of that pumpkin pie I made?” Steve nods to that. “Okay,” Eddie whispers. “M’gonna get you some water, too, alright? Enough of the weed and alcohol for tonight.”

“But”—

“No, Stevie, baby,” he shoots down as gently as he can. “It’s not gonna help.”

Before Steve can protest again, Eddie swipes up the bottle of vodka and retreats back into the kitchen. He pulls the tin of pumpkin pie from the fridge, grabs a fork, a bottle of water, and heads back outside. Along the way, though, he snatches a hoodie of Steve’s and some socks for the both of them.

The water and pie are set in Steve’s lap, fork laying gently across its top. He scrunches up the hoodie and pulls it over Steve’s head for him, guiding his arms through, letting it fall loosely over his stomach. And he treats the socks with the same reverence, a pair for each of them. Finally, he digs a bite from the center of the pie tin—a hideous scrape of fork prongs in the center of what he made—and brings it to Steve’s lips, who takes the scoop gingerly.

Steve hums with his eyes closed. “You’re a good baker,” he mumbles with a full mouth, “best…best boyfriend in the world.”

He snorts. “Mmm…that’s funny, I was gonna say that you’re the best boyfriend in the world. My favorite person, too.”

“Really?” Steve looks to him with his eyes as wide as they’ll possibly go, pupils still dilated, still glossy, but surprised. “Am I really?”

Eddie combs his fingers through the front of Steve’s hair, swooping it back off his forehead. “Yeah,” he murmurs, “sweetheart, you are more than best to me. You’re everything, Steve.” He offers another bite to Steve, watches as it disappears behind his lips.

There’s a small, pleased smile on Steve’s face. The corner of his eyes crinkled lightly, sparkling. He looks down at the pie tin, a crease worming between his eyebrows. Gently concerned, “Are you eatin’, too? ’T’s your food.”

“Two for you, one for me. I’m not that hungry.”

Steve hums. Still watching Eddie, as he finally takes a bite for himself. And then watching with more intent as he gets another bit of pie. There’s a smudge of pie on the corner of his mouth. Eddie wipes it away reverently with the tip of his thumb. He receives a kiss to it for his efforts, which he chuckles at.

“I love you,” Eddie breathes—easy as pie. “Love you so much, it’s almost ridiculous.”

There are tears in Steve’s eyes again. When he’s inebriated, his emotions are practically free flowing. They always are. It’s a shame he only allows himself to be this vulnerable when he’s like this, but it’s all the same real. Wetly, “Love you, too. You know that? Don’…don’t forget that. That I…I love you, Eds. So much. Love you so much.” His next breath comes out as a little, weak sob. A hiccup, this gentle burble.

He pets his hand through Steve’s hair again, gently swiping it down the side of his head, and cupping his cheek. His face is warm and his eyes are shiny and he’s still so beautiful—so wonderfully Steve—even when he’s like this. “Shh,” Eddie whispers, “I know, baby. I know. And I’ll remember, promise. Because I’m gonna love you for forever, Stevie. Just you and me.”

Another soft cry—delicate. “Kiss?” Steve asks quietly, “can we kiss?”

Instead of answering verbally, Eddie deposits the fork into the well of missing pumpkin pie. He cups Steve’s face with both his hands and gently invites himself in. Steve isn’t very coordinated, his lips too pursed, and his whole face scrunching in Eddie’s palms, but he makes do. It’s a saccharine kiss all the same—no tongue, just their lips, more smear than anything. But when Eddie pulls back a few inches, Steve is still positively dazed. As if it’s the first time they ever kissed, in which Steve looked the exact same: in love, entirely surprised his tactic worked, and still completely pleased with the results.

“I love you,” Eddie murmurs against Steve’s lips, mingling in the same breath, “no matter what, I’m gonna keep loving you.”

Steve rests in Eddie’s palms, going lax into his left hand. His face is squished, he’s flushed and warm. There’s a goofy, lopsided, syrupy smile on his face. “You…you taste like pumpkin, Eds.”

“Yeah?” he laughs out through a breath. “You do, too. You’re my slice of pumpkin pie, Stevie”—he pets his thumbs over Steve’s temples, down at the corners of his eyes—“slice of heaven right here in my hands.”

“Mm,” Steve hums. He moves forward in his chair, coming up off the backing again. This time, though, he wraps his arms around Eddie’s waist and squeezes. Snuggling in as close as he possibly can with Eddie still holding onto his face. There aren’t anymore tears, on his cheeks or waiting in his eyes—the best thing Eddie could’ve hoped for. With the way he moved, Steve’s cheeks are pushed flush to his eyes. His lips are pouty. Eddie can't help it, he plops a kiss to Steve's forehead, right between his eyebrows. Steve's voice is distorted and mumbling when he speaks, “You make me happy, Eds. Make me so, so happy. Love you. Don’ forget, m’kay? Always…always love you.”

For a few minutes more, they’ll be sappy like this. Slow and soft in each other’s space, sharing bites of pie off the same fork, exchanging the same words. They’ll hold close, forgetting about that stupid phone call. And eventually, they’ll head back to bed. Fluttering against each other under the blanket, Steve nestled against Eddie’s chest, drooling onto the same pillow.

In the morning, Steve will wake up, hungover. But Eddie will be right there, a glass of water and some painkillers in his hands. The same words again, “I love you.”

🎃—————🥧

[hruhi]

VERIFIED TENSION m. sano

BIKEY & CO.

manjiro “mikey” sano x reader

content tags final timeline adjacent, not canon compliant, musician!reader, motor racer!mikey

tropes strangers to friends to lovers, smau + written fic

warnings swearing

verified tension

MANJIRO “MIKEY” SANO

24. motor racer affiliated with top of manji racing. one half of their racing duo. emma sano’s older brother. has known draken, mitsuya, baji, and kazutora since they were kids. has known chifuyu, takemichi, and hinata since high school. has never met y/n.

KEN “DRAKEN” RYUGUJI

24. mechanic for top of manji racing. doesn’t really have a social media presence. is dating mikey’s sister, emma sano. has known mikey, baji, mitsuya, and kazutora since they were kids. met takemichi, chifuyu, and hinata in middle school. has met y/n once.

KEISUKE BAJI

24. other half of top of manji racing’s dynamic duo. best friends with chifuyu (he has a crush on chifuyu, believes chifuyu doesn’t reciprocate). has meet the entire top of manji racing squad and emma sano as kids. met chifuyu, takemichi, and hinata during middle school.

TAKASHI MITSUYA

24. manager and pr cleanup for top of manji racing’s team. like the others, has known some since childhood, others since middle school. has a knack for designing really cool outfits, so oftentimes most events TOM’s racing team wears to events are designed by him.

HANEMIYA KAZUTORA

24. race engineer for top of manji racing. has no real social media presence on his verified official account, but on his private account he’s a menace.

hruhi, 2025 -> please do not copy or repost my works

i gave up halfway

[creatrixanimi]

For Ingo disappears teen au. I just imagine how bad Emmet would feel. Unable to not find his brother and right after a fight to boot. Then potentially finding Chandelure hurt, and blood on the ground being the only sign his twin was there. Just...oof. Then there is Ingo. Hurt, alone, and likely still with no memories of what happened to him. Does the Pearl Clan still take him in? Does he still become a Warden? His clothes would certainly be different without his iconic hat and coat (and those shoes lol). All I can think is 'poor kid' and hope that someone will take him in and care for him. Makes me want to write something about it. Sorry, it really does make my brain go brrr. All the possible changes are kickstarting my imagination for sure

Hi!!! sorry for the late reply to this but i was trying to work on some more stuff for this au while i could. And yes! The whole thing does look really bad from Emmet's side of things. Between the screams, chandelure nearly being destroyed, and the not insignificant amount of blood things do look bleak for he and Elesa. And also Drayden when he hears what happened. Usually in fic where Ingo disappears there is some hope that he was unharmed when he vanished but i wanted to play with a scenario that all leads to darker assumptions right off the bat. I just looooove some good angst so i wanted there to be signs of significant struggle. Im not 100% sure how im going to take things (or if ill ever get there lol) but emmet is going to be feeling a lot of guilt even if it was such an unprecedented event theres no way he could have known someone or something would attack his brother practically the second he left his line of sight. Unfortunately, I think it would also end up isolating him from Elesa and Drayden because of the guilt. Elesa because the fight was about her and even though he doesnt blame her even slightly, seeing her reminds him of what happened. And he also feels guilty spending time with her because it feels like he's betraying Ingo since after everything he would still be hanging out with Elesa without him. And it just feels SO wrong. And he feels guilty with Drayden because it kills him inside to see what losing Ingo is doing to him. It deeply disturbs him to see Drayden so upset. And all of this is on top of missing his brother who everyone, including himself, reasonably assumes is dead. Things will get better somehow but i havent hashed everything out yet! Im not sure exactly which direction im planning on taking it but i dont want it to be pure misery forever lol. As for Ingo, I did just post a followup comic about what happens to him immediately after the first comic ends which you can find here! I am a bit sad that he doesnt have his iconic outfit but theres not much that can be done about that. Hes just looks a little bit more boring i guess. He does still become a warden! It may not happen right away though. For the most part Ingo's story will follow a canon adjacent track, just a bit more in-depth. And as for who takes him in, as of right now I think Gaeric is going to be a big part of that. He becomes a sort of older brother figure to Ingo which Ingo will have some complicated feelings with. Its nice to feel wanted but its rubbing salt in an open would he doesnt even know he has which is really hard for him. And finally if you feel inspired to write something based on this idea go ahead! Im not even sure where i want to go or how far ill get so i dont want to hoard the premise to myself lol.

[pompom-prince]

finally drew the oc from this post, Niko Parras, Aka Kaarne! He was born blind, so i gave him glass eyes that change to match his sentinel stone when he transforms. in his civilian design theyre just white, he thinks it looks cool. I made him look a bit more monstrous than Nightingale (the only other canon bird wielder we have) to make up for the fact that his outfit doesnt scream magical warrior to me. :(

Wildward belongs to @callimara , pose reference by albanenechi on instagram but i changed it a little bit for my purposes

Genius. Curious. Reactive.

He is the one that knows all. Who sees the unseen, and can read his enemies like a book. He is the wielder of the Raven Aegis; Kaarne.

A trickster. A scholar. A ghost. He does not fight with brute force, nor does he dominate the battlefield with sheer might. Instead, he dances along the edges of perception, slipping between moments like ink bleeding into water. His presence is unsettling, a lingering watchfulness that prickles at the edges of the mind—unshakeable, inescapable. He is the flicker of movement in the periphery, the phantom breath against the nape of your neck. And when he strikes, it is with eerie precision, as though he has seen every move before it was made.

His sightless eyes see more than most. Deprived of vision, Kaarne reads the world through means far beyond the mundane—keen ears that catch the subtlest quiver in a voice, hands that trace the contours of truth and deception alike. The way the wind shifts, the way the air hums, the way silence breathes. He listens. He learns. He understands.

His transformed form is both ethereal and unnerving, something born of a world adjacent to this one. The Raven Aegis, an unassuming earring when dormant, embeds itself into his ear upon activation, dark veins of energy threading from it like ink-stained cracks along porcelain. His hair, impossibly long and inky black, shimmers like raven feathers beneath the moon, shifting in iridescent hues of blue and violet when he moves. His coat, a flowing mass of shadows, twists and unfurls like living ink, trailing behind him as though he is never entirely tethered to this plane.

To face Kaarne is to fight inevitability itself. He does not overpower his enemies; he dismantles them. He preys upon uncertainty, weaving misinformation and manipulation into his arsenal as deftly as any blade. His voice is a whisper in the dark, a soft murmur behind your shoulder, a question that plants doubt in your mind before you even realize it. And then—when you falter, when hesitation stills your hand for a fraction too long—he strikes.

A blade that bends like liquid, shifting in form, curling and warping with the fluidity of thought. A weapon that can never be anticipated because it is never quite the same. His attacks come from nowhere and everywhere, unpredictable yet meticulously calculated. His fighting style is not one of brute strength, but of control—playing his enemies like a finely tuned instrument, plucking at their fears and flaws until they unravel.

Some say he is not truly human. That he is something else wearing human skin, something that knows too much, hears too much, moves too strangely. The people of Bougainville whisper his name in hushed, uneasy tones—a specter, an omen, a force that does not belong here. The hunter that does not stalk its prey, but lingers just outside its awareness, waiting, waiting, waiting. And when the moment is right—

The raven strikes.

[lumivee]

THE DEITY BOYS ARE BACK, BABY!!!

I decided to give them both a redesign. Hajime didn’t change as much, but I added in some deer elements to give him more of a nature spirit vibe. (I also built his horns around the image on his tie)

Nagito changed a lot more, as I tried to integrate a little bit more of his canon design language, such as the hoodie. Also gave his outfit a bit more Japanese influence with the obi and kimono-adjacent outfit.

Both of them have representations of the other on them. Nagito: sunflower anklet. Hajime: small jar of clouds.

Old designs:

[vampirevatican]

Any head canons being married to ghost? Or generally the other slashers🙏

okay so, check this... i don't but i will give my thoughts about what kind of husbands they'd be. including damien because me and mutual desperately need this.

Jay is would be a great husband but also a bit of a doormat at times. He'd do anything for you, anything and everything you'd ask obviously. He's also pretty clingy. You are not getting out of the bed, not without him on your back. Not without him holding you by your waist as you cook. Mfer is the type to be the meme w/ the ice cream truck.

jay, hugging you from behind: i hear the ice cream truck

you: sigh, go get my purse

Damien/Freddie is kinda like a mix between leather and ghost. He'd peel oranges for you, make breakfast, clean the house. Though you guys are sharing the duties in the house. He also is a little silly sometimes but it's timed correctly so it doesn't exactly piss you off but instead catches you off guard. To settle arguments you both speak in 16th century english, or smthn adjacent, just so things don't get unnecessarily heated.

Ghost is an annoying husband. Goofy af, always on your last nerves, always cracking jokes. At his worst he cracks dad jokes. He still makes innuendos and sometimes it does get you two in bed. No he's not making breakfast in bed but he is fulfilling your other needs. Like making your mundane life a little bit interesting by being an ass at the most inopportune times.

You're trying to make a feast for a friends gathering this holiday. It's about to be 12. You've been cooking since 5.

"Joey, can you get me six eggs out the fridge and take the sausage out the freezer."

You hear silence and looks over, seeing him doing it while muttering 'i don't know, can i?'

"Wait... why is the meat in the freezer."

You keep looking at him, unamused.

"YOU PUT MY SCHMEAT IN THE FREEZER?!"

And there goes the icey glare, you're reduced to sleep deprived cackling.

Mike is the type of husband that's like morticia? mixed with an average tv dad. Please hear me out. This man is the one to, if you had kids, chat with them through their issues but in a way that's like "hey, you good? no? uhm... you wanna go people watching at the mall. i'll buy you something and we can get food." Hell he does it for you too. Actually I feel like he'd go above and beyond. I also think he'd love to see you doing "wife" duties while in a maid outfit... maybe.

[the-red-butterfly]

French Revolution Inspired Sabo

Sabo (One Piece)

SO, Sabo, new favourite character, hu? Who would've thought that I would love a tragic blond beanpole? Who could've ever seen this coming? Lol.

I'm sure I'm not the first one to notice but Sabo is a very French Revolution adjacent character, despite how British he looks to me. So I was like, haha, I'll frenchify this motherfucker and redesign some new outfits and looks for him. But the more I looked at the clothes of the era the more i went... HU. This is already kind of exactly what Sabo is wearing. Like, I'm sure it's not an accident, but I journey with myself to notice all of these things was pretty fun XD

I learned a couple of things about the historical fashion of the times and that was great. It was a fun tangent that took me all day but I have no regrets XD

The top right outfit was my attempt to make his canon outfit more historically accurate while keeping the key elements of his design. I'm sure it's MESS of different parts of different outfits but that's okay, I'm no expert ✨ (also I didn't want to draw the shot traces with stockings this time, sorry fashion history buffs.)

GUYS. My mind is just inundated with Sabo AUs, what do I DO?? 😭

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Open for Commissions

[philtstone]

Shawn and Gus, "comforting hugs"

you can also read it on ao3! psych: into the mollyverse coming soon to laptops near you. just kidding. i physically dont have time to fall headfirst into another elaborate kidfic series. which is what i always say, isn't it sort of canon divergence for the movies, tho i guess technically they havent fully committed to anything yet outside of the actors getting too old lol. takes place in the same universe as my great labor of love, "so here we are again" and, alas, i love molly already

Navigating the obstetrics ward in the middle of the night is harder than Gus ever expected it to be. It really feels like a critical failure of signage, which someone needs to be held accountable for. He wonders if there’s somewhere he can make a complaint. Three in the morning, arms laden with fragrant takeout and mildly damp from the mean streets of downtown San Francisco is not his ideal time for busting out the Super Sniffer.  

Thank God Axe body spray is strong enough to survive a full work day, twenty-four hours of labor, and an outfit change. 

He breathes a sigh of relief when he finally tiptoes back into the correct room. 

“Jerk chicken, sourdough donuts, and that weird lychee butter Juliet likes,” Gus whispers, setting down his many bags in a corner. “Shawn, we need to lodge a complaint. This establishment does not have good signage. I almost got lost five times coming back up here! Isn’t that a hazard to infants and mothers and best friends of families who’ve just had babies everywhere? What if someone goes into the wrong birthing room? That would leave random people’s babies vulnerable to the potential criminal element! If I was a babynapper, this hard to navigate hospital hallway system would absolutely serve as a good alibi were I suddenly caught in the wrong place.”

His last year of parenthood and decades of friendship with Shawn have honed Gus’s whispering skills to a finely tuned and precise art; he’s not really worried about disturbing Juliet, who is finally getting some much deserved sleep in the bed adjacent. She’s pretty much knocked out cold, anyway. Shawn had guessed it would take a freight train passing right outside the window or blowing an air horn directly into her ear to wake her up. 

It is a little weird that Shawn doesn’t reply, though. Gus spends the two seconds he spends bent over and rummaging through the takeout bags for forks confused about this. Then he straightens up and looks across the room.

Oh.

They’ve got a little baby crib set up by the side of the bed so Juliet can sleep. There’s a chair right next to the cot, high enough that you can look right in. Shawn’s sitting in it, in the exact same place Gus left him, more or less unchanged except for the fact that he’s sobbing silently into his hands. 

Gus sighs softly, tilts his head, and puts the takeout box on the table that houses their overnight bags before walking over. At Shawn’s side, he pauses, looking down. He’s a little biased – there is probably no baby in the world as perfect as his own, not to mention Selene would kill him if he ever suggested otherwise – but at six hours old, Molly Spencer-O’Hara comes pretty damn close. Squinched shut blue eyes, puckered rosy mouth, and completely bald. Gus loves her desperately.

He pulls up the remaining empty chair beside them and sits down.

“Shawn,” he says gently. 

“It j-j-ust – it all kinda –” Shawn waves one uncoordinated hand in the air immediately beside his head, gesturing vaguely towards himself. His voice is muffled and wet against his hand and he’s barely able to control the way his hands are shaking. “All – at th-the same time –”

“Yeah,” Gus says. “I know.”

“Sh-she’s just so – and I’m – for her – a-and it’s –”

“I get it,” Gus says.

“A-am I supposed to j-just walk around f-feeling like this all the time?” Shawn finally manages. There’s a desperate and hysterical note to his voice, the question nevertheless still drenched in sincerity, and he lifts his head, just enough to maybe breathe properly, and stares at Gus with huge wet eyes full of an emotion that Gus had had no idea what it would feel like to share.

Considering they’ve spent their lives sharing almost everything else, it’s really weird how keenly and suddenly it brings a strong, unexpected lump to his throat that has nothing to do with his usual tendency towards sympathy tears. 

“Pretty much, yeah,” Gus says.

“Fuck,” Shawn says, and cries harder.

His face is splotchy and red and his hair is sticking up stupidly from the last day and a half of chaos. He’s still got the splint on his hand where Juliet sprained his fingers earlier. Without another word, Gus leans over and wraps his arms around his best friend in the world. 

Sighing again, carefully controlling the damp rimming his own eyes, Gus rubs a hand against Shawn’s back and pats his shaking shoulders and waits for the feelings Shawn rarely exhibits so openly to calm down.

“Is he freaking out?” sounds a sleepy, feminine murmur from the other side of the room.    

“In the best possible way,” Gus says, “yes.”

Shawn hiccups in his arms.

“‘Was waiting … f’r it t’happen,” Juliet mumbles. He can hear the fond smile in her barely-awake voice. “It’ll be okay, baby.”

“I hate you guys,” says Shawn, wet and pathetic, muffled into Gus’s shoulder.

“We know, Shawn.”

They sit like that for a few more minutes, the comfortable silence only broken sporadically by Shawn’s wobbly breathing and the soft steady beeps of the machines monitoring Juliet’s vitals. Gus’ll have to head home soon – he’s switching shifts with Selene, and then Henry and maybe Karen will help them settle back home in a few days – but right at this minute, there’s no other place in the universe he’d rather be. 

“You guys better leave some of that jerk chicken for me,” Juliet says after a moment, sounding significantly more awake.

“Are you kidding?” Shawn protests, finally – marginally – less water-logged. He still hasn’t detangled himself from the hug. “Half that food is for you.”

“You know that’s right,” Gus agrees.

From below them, a tiny little voice interjects, burbling softly. Grinning hard enough that the few tears lingering in his eyes slip out, Gus decides to think that she’s probably agreeing, too.

[anonzentimes]

hi zen!! my friends and i are doing a powerpoint night this monday and like any self-respecting person almost 7 months deep in a dangan hyperfixation (i'm never getting out of here) i am using it as a platform for an all-encompassing kmhn infodump. this powerpoint is going to be the komahina bible and i want to hit Every Stop. i will grab everything i can find. no hesitation. however !! the danganronpa franchise is A Lot. so there's always a chance i will miss something. so! as a fellow kmhn understander and enthusiast, is there any particular Komahina Moment or piece of analysis you feel people often miss or overlook? could be big or small, or involve just one of the two of them, but i'd appreciate the input! <3 have a good one :D

OH MY GOD??? I’LL TRY TO ANSWER IN TIME FOR YOUR POWERPOINT LMAO THAT SOUNDS AWESOME?????? You should record it! Well, you probably will, but I’m still saying it anyways just in case you aren’t, because something that fun going unrecorded sounds like a tragedy!

I’ve had ideas of doing all encompassing komahina rambles for a video or something, but I’m already working on other projects so It’ll be a long time before I even try lmao. Makes me happy someone is trying something similar, and with friends no less! I’d be happy to help in any way I can, I hope you and your friends have fun! :D

ANYWAYS. I’ll say a huge ramble of Komahina things and hope it helps LOL.

This is more of a silly statement, but for a FULL Komahina coverage I think it’s most satisfying to cover the different flavors of komahina, if that makes sense? Like, depending on what approach you’re taking you may not cover kamukoma, since to a degree that’s an entirely different ship, but you’d still cover the canon adjacent other flavors. Basically, try including the canon adjacent variations!!! The Dangan island events are good for analyzing their dynamic with less horrible circumstances bringing them to worst and causing them to hurt each other. The stage plays are also great to mention since there’s some komahina content that is play original, and seeing them physically interact is fun! Can’t forget the Komahina CD too Lol. There’s also smaller things like their anniversary outfits, especially the matching purple ones, their animal outfits, and their Danganronpa S Swimsuits!

Little details that are so special to me are things like the parallel of Nagito waking Hajime up being reserved in Danganronpa 2.5, and there’s also how things like Hajime’s grief for Nagito that’s so compelling, special, and telling about their dynamic.

I think my main thing to actually add on properly is that, a lot of people say Hajime hates Nagito which is absolutely incorrect. I don’t think I’d try so hard or care enough to revive and or wait until a person I hated woke up. Hajime displays he actively cares a lot, they just happen to feel hurt and betrayed by each other due to the circumstances. Komahina is unhealthy but it isn’t toxic, if that phrase makes sense. The beauty of it is that they grow TO be healthier, they learn to love each other, understand each other, and in the process learn to understand and love themselves. Komahina is reciprocal, it gets unhealthy due to circumstances, but it is reciprocal and the beauty of it is them becoming healthier together.

Nagito is not a malicious psychopath, and Hajime is not an overly horny person with no personality, I see them misinterpreted and characterized like that constantly It’s ridiculous. Hajime is awkward, conflicted, introverted, caring, and tries to be positive but ultimately is usually a realist. Hajime gets attached to people easily and deals with discrimination, insecurity, and self esteem. Hajime is relatable enough to where he’s empathetic but unique enough to where he’s special.

Nagito is a mentally ill queer coded man who is an antagonist and an anti-hero. He is morally gray when it comes to his unhealthy coping mechanism and has complicated beliefs, he’s honest, intelligent, struggles with insecurity, struggles with self esteem, has absolute beliefs influenced by hope’s peak, is a parallel and warped version of Makoto while being his own person, and he’s very sweet. Nagito’s love language seems to be mostly playful teasing, he rambles a lot and weirds people out just by saying what he thinks is fact. He has tonal issues and usually isn’t self aware, despite this he also worries about the impression he gives off if he thinks it matters. His beliefs are very hierarchy based and he thinks he’s all the way at the bottom, he doesn’t absolutely hate people like him but he thinks they have no purpose other than to help those more capable and projects onto them. Nagito is a very complex character, he is numb to intense situations due to the immense trauma of it being normal for him. He’s optimistic but also pessimistic, he’s positive but also incredibly anxious, he’s well intentioned but also thinks anything is okay if it’s for hope, there’s a lot to Nagito but in the end once it clicks it really clicks. He is contradictory in a way that perfectly makes sense, creating the perfect character. There’s a lot to him but when you understand him there’s no need for words, you just get it. There’s a feeling to him, an understanding, and I think that’s really special. He really is amazing.

Anyways, the ramble on summarizing both of their characters simply is to more expand on points about their dynamic! Nagito and Hajime are sides of the same coin. Nagito is irrational when it comes to Hajime in the way that he defies his normal behaviors because he usually avoids others and thinks he’s not worth the ultimates time, it means so much to me that Nagito just immediately had a feeling and connection with him. I’ve seen some people not think about it, but genuinely Komaeda feels something upon first sight and it’s irrational given his regular behavior it’s so sweet.

This has been just a lot of me rambling, but hopefully some of it helps! I had fun yapping haha, thanks for you ask!

[5-7-9]

Okay I’m pissed. Read WFA’s We Are Robin’s chapter. Sure, it gets the themes right, whatever. There isn’t a lot of good to say about getting the surface level topics correct, it’s just accurate.

What I’m mad about is Troy. The casual dismissal of Troy’s death as “wishing to not let untrained kids play vigilantes” or whatever.

That’s not what Troy’s death represents at all. Troy’s tragedy was so much more than that.

I actually was taken a little by how most of Duke’s friends reacted after, Riko Dre and Izzy, they kept going despite how scary that was, that fascinated me a lot. I thought more of them would react like Dax did, lose just a tiny bit of hope, especially Riko who also admired a batfam adjacent symbol like Dax did. Troy was the loss along the way, but they knew long ago it was a risk since they started their journey. Might be because the story was so short and had to move quickly anyways, but it still shows that Troy’s death was part of their motivator, not their obstacle. Their path is to save lives, including their own.

YES IT WAS YOUR FAULT! It absolutely was his fault!!! Forget about sugarcoating it!!!!!!!!! Stop making Duke sugarcoat the batfam’s guilt for no reason either, it’s just weird. Ewwwwww *shudders* 😰 Just let it be man!!!!

i just find this pitiful expression of Troy’s death a bit annoying. Just a little bit.

“Them” “I” not “We” ?????????? Ughhhhhhhhh how could you have Duke refer to We Are Robin through “them” pronouns instead of “we” pronouns UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Shug-R and Oracle…. I mean that was the seemingly natural conclusion to a side support, but Shug has shown to get in on the action too, albeit less so. I have no clue if she’s even tech smart, she just uses a computer? If WFA assumes going on a computer means you’re tech smart then idk how to break it to them. It’s fine to mention, i just wonder why it feels like an off note, could’ve easily integrated Shug by having her text them herself, to feel more involved instead of separated. But i digress

Dre smiles too much. It’s weird. I’m creeped out everytime.

Oh man, Riko would’ve soooooooooo hit Damian. Since Izzy wasn’t there to beat him up again.

Half of this story not about Duke, which is fine but i didn’t realize WFA switched over their formatting, they combined 2 chapters into 1 to make it longer i think. Might be a Season 3 only change?

this might the the only time the WFA artist attempts to draw canon accurate Duke ever instead of this 🥺 sad nervous scared face that makes me want to punch his face in, and he looks so funny (i also think the smirks Tim does looked funny too, and out of place but i’m unsure why. I just have no idea why Tim is smirking so much or so strangely, but yeah)

So Duke’s We Are Robin appearance isn’t over? Is this an arc?? So i still have to wait and read more chapters just to see Duke??? Horrendous idea, how dare.

We Are Robin’s canon accurate designs might look cooler if drawn by Starbite 🤔 right now they just look bland for no reason. I mean, their actual outfits had more detail, and Riko is just wearing some rando clothing for no reason

[passthepittcola]

HELLO.... shows you my gf fusions🤗.... please treat them so nicey thank youuuuu.

so this is actually my second attempt! first ones i wasn't pleased with but i'm loving these guys!!!

also haven't started on redoing Mayford, Stanson or the stan twins fusion (still not sure what to name him! i had "fordlee" but that doesn't seem quite right), so suggestions for those three before i start making them are welcome!!!!!! :)

yapping about my sillies below! 👇

Maystan is a lovely butch gal and she uses she/her while mostly presenting masculinely! she's very teasing and likes to pretend to be lazy when she's guarding her heart and feelings, but under that she's very protective, loving, and insanely creative! she's got... something against authority, though. do NOT tell her what to do because most of your smaller valuables WILL go missing and she will mysteriously end up richer. also very mischievous, but mostly in a cute or teasing way rather than criminal. do not under any circumstances give her black outfits or grappling hooks!!!!!!! her zodiac symbol is Stan's mackeral combined with Mabel's shooting star, and it kinda creates a flying fish!

Fordson is a gender neutral (masculine leaning) insomniac with a hidden penchant for math and science-based mischief! he generally uses he/him but likes dabbling in the occasional they/them as well. they generally present themself as 'tired and nonchalant' and are pretty quiet, but they like company more than being alone. he's quite affectionate to both stan and mabel and isn't afraid of showing that. his anxiety mostly stems from being unsure of his own academics and intelligence, and being unsure of himself in social settings! but they're still pretty blunt, just in a slightly softer tone. his favorite activities are stealing Maystan's and/or Stan's glasses to read, and being domestic/affectionate or teasing with Mabel or Stan! their zodiac symbol is a tree leaf with a star-shaped hole in the middle, because of how much Dipper changes Ford through Fordson! (don't worry, Ford is okay after fusing with Dipper, he just gets a new perspective afterwards and is able to understand his loved ones and himself a little better because of it!)

M is a nonbinary teen (acts/looks similar to 14-15, given Dip & Mab are 13 or so. sticking to canon ages at the moment!) and uses they/them or neutral neopronouns such as xe/xem, ze/zir or ae/aer! they're a pretty bright kid despite being a little attached to social media, but thankfully they still manage to get outside just as often as the twins do. xe makes scrapbooks of cryptids and mysteries, and encounters anomalies on the wayside! xe is a little tanner than the twins, and slightly addicted to xyr own version of mabeljuice (m&m mocktail - it has m&m's and an unfortunate amount of gnome hair! it's... probably okay as long as M doesn't find any smile-dip to add). this ends in them crashing and sleeping wherever, but at least they're sleeping? more than dipper does, but less than mabel, so. 50/50. additionally, through their love of social media, M found out about both therianthropy and furries, and enjoys wearing ears and a tail frequently! (i would say aer main theriotype is likely some kind of wolf or wolf-adjacent mammal, but i bet ae has more than one 'type!) lastly, zir relationship to the stan twins basically stays the same, it's the same love, just not as outwardly intense as mabel's! more inwardly intense, so M may show that through other means :). M's zodiac symbol is kind of like a shooting tree instead of a shooting star, but i'm choosing to interpret it as a firework!

[destiny-in-the-universe]

Into the Ninjaverse: RC9GN AU

Alright, I finally managed to have some time to myself-

I had two different directions for this verse and I've yet to decide which one I want to use. I'll start with one that's more 'true' to the canon of ITSV/ATSV and the idea that OG! Randy takes the spot of Miles Morales (and poor Randy is definitely going to go through it-). I'm honestly thinking that across multiple universes, there are other Ninjas (none of which are Randy, for ahems reasons-). Unfortunately for our hero, he finds one of the Ninjas in his own dimension and decides he needs to help them.

Randy is startled to realize this is the First Ninja, only... different. He doesn't know what to do, deciding he's just flat out bringing him home. I honestly think the reason he makes the connection is either outfit design OR Finja takes the mask off in front of Randy and that's how he knows, but moving on-

So Randy now is finding out other universes exist- this poor kid is a little overwhelmed because he's been the Ninja for less than a year and is struggling to wrap his mind around it. Unfortunately, things spiral out of control when other Ninjas appear- it's now caught the attention of McFist, Viceroy, and the Sorcerer which is a massive problem. The Ninjas will have to face them head on as the final arc, but of course I could still be a menace if ATSV and the "Ninja Society" is integrated into the storyline. We'll be getting to that later!

Option 2 is honestly based off of having OG Randy meeting the different AU's I've created- the problem is just choosing the right ones, or pick the ones my readers (and myself because this is incredibly self indulgent) would be most interested by. I honestly think this could be done as a season finale type thing where I kind of just chuck Randy into a portal and is now stuck in another reality with no way to get home but ends up in other dimensions, and it's a whole mess because reasons

Although genuinely, I'm leaning more toward the first one so! I'm providing a brief depiction of each of the characters- both in the OG and alternate timelines

Randy Cunningham (canon universe)- 14 at the start of ITNV. He's only been the Ninja for a few months and is still adjusting to his duties but overall, he's doing pretty well. He ends up finding an alternate version of the First Ninja and decides to help him (how could he not when he literally finds him unconscious?)

Howard Weinerman (canon universe): pretty much the same as canon! Nothing really changes yet-

First Ninja / ??? (alternate universe/dimension 616): meant to take the role of Peter B Parker, this version of Finja has long since retired from his responsibilities as the Ninja. Due to things going wrong in his timeline, he hasn't been as active as he could be and his meeting with Randy only happens by pure chance

Howard Weinerman/??? (alternate universe): This version of Howard is still in the works, but I like to think he's not the Ninja per se- genuinely thinking of incorporating a version of Howard who works for McFist and Viceroy, or even something to do with tengu! Howard. Only... he's extremely startled and surprised to see Randy (though why?)

Theresa Fowler/The Purple Ninja (alternate universe): I feel like she'd be a little adjacent to Penny from ITSV! Because I said so- there's not really a lot for her right now, but I don't consider Fowlham endgame for this AU at all (i have other things in mind, that's all i'm going to say)

Nomi/Nomicon/??? (alternate canon): y'all are going to hate me for this- or you might not, but I do consider there's the one singular universe where the Nomicon is human and takes on a role eerily similar to Miguel Rivera for... ahems reasons (i think you can figure it out, but for now- consider all of this to be non-canon to the ITNV world! at least for now)

I like to think canon! Nomicon can have a human form but chooses not to reveal themself- as a personal quota to remain cold and neutral to all Ninjas but at the same time, they can't help seeing something different in Randy. This is self indulgent, I'm going to write what I want hahah

There's also a lesser version of this idea where it's more like the Ninjas are still Ninjas, but also have like- spiderman-esque vibes as well? I keep thinking of a fusion between the two, and now honestly I might just switch between the three versions until I settle on one I like!

For now, these are my current thoughts! Please comment on this or something- I genuinely want to see who's interested!

Current Tag List:

into the ninjaverse / ITNV - general tag

ask itnv - for asks about the characters!

itnv talks - responses/answers to the asks

I'm not really expecting this AU to garner a lot of attention but just in case- I have these setup because someone's got to be interested!