#i s2g it gets longer after every support

[sexysilverstrider]

Failed Revelation AU: Pieri - Hisame B Support

[miraculouscontent]

Didn’t Need Burrow (April 11th-16th)

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: After the Truth episode occurs, Luka will either not appear nor be talked about(not even by Marinette, Juleka, Sass, or Anarka) at all, or, if he does appear, he'll avoid Marinette like the Black Plague. Guess who's fault it'll be(Kagami will still appear and be on good terms with Adrien, though, since anything that makes Marinette happy needs to be either ruined or gotten rid of, while anything that makes her miserable needs to stay around just to be rubbed into her face.).

I s2g if they have Adrien and Kagami patch things up immediately just to make Marinette feel awkward--

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: The idea that Nino's hat is a keepsake from his late brother comes up during an episode where it inevitably gets damaged and/or destroyed. Marinette is somehow responsible/blamed for this, and/or is forced to try and repair it regardless of feasibility, while being guilt-tripped/ridden every inch of the way. Bonus points for Adrien making some clueless comment about buying a replacement and STILL being treated as more empathetic to Nino's feelings even while ignoring them.

“Bonus” if everyone pressures her over the hat, which eventually leads to Marinette realizes that it can’t be fixed to be the exact same way, so she hides it and lies about it, leading to the episode blaming her for hiding things from her “totally understanding friends” (who are suddenly “totally understanding” and are only upset that she lied to them/”thought so lowly of them”) instead of her friends for making her feel like she had to be perfect.

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: A Sleeping Beauty-inspired akuma will ensnare Ladybug, 'forcing' Chat Noir to kiss her awake. While Adrien/Chat naturally claims that he would 'never take advantage of his lady', he is openly gleeful at the prospect and taunts her afterwards, complete with a call back to Oblivio as he tells her to 'check the LadyBlog' to find out what happened. Her dismay over this is played entirely for laughs.

*flashbacks to the “jokes” in “Prime Queen”*

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: Just like in countless Salt Fics, Alya will get upset at Ladybug for claiming that it's 'too dangerous' for her to be Rena Rouge anymore after Miracle Queen. Regardless of what she does/how she lashes out, Marinette will be held 100% responsible for the fallout, with Su-Han criticizing her for selecting Alya/the others in the first place AND for 'allowing' their identities to be exposed.

That’s what you get for trusting people, Marinette (apparently).

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: Alya will expose more Miraculous-related secrets on the LadyBlog, such as posting the identities of the heroes who were 'already outed' by Miracle Queen. Marinette will be blamed for this, with Su-Han reading her the riot act for every single choice she's made.

And also, Alya will get no flack for this because “she’s a journalist!! she’s just doing what she’s supposed to do!”

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: After spending most of the season taking the piss out of Marinette at every available opportunity, Su-Han will start warming up to her just in time to be taken out of the equation by something like Alya posting another 'big scoop' on her blog revealing his existence to the villains. Marinette will be left with even less support and all of the guilt, while Alya learns absolutely nothing from the experience because why would she?

Considering “Truth,” I just automatically presume that characters who support Marinette lovingly/unconditionally will either be abused or kicked to the curb.

Anonymous said:

Don't need Burrow: "Queen Banana" will be like typical episode with Chloe akumatization. 90% Chloe drama and angst, 10% akumatized Chloe (and probably 0% sense)

Show, I’m begging you, just let this character’s focus die already. We are SO tired...

Anonymous said:

didnt need burrow: the show ends with hawkmoth (now shadowmoth i guess) being defeated, heavy implications that the LS will be canon, but no solid proof, any other plot holes disappear in the cheery end music and all fans are left annoyed at the open ending filled with plot holes (bonus: That Guy says smin like "you would know if you watched carefully" to anyone that asks wtf happened)

Fun for us love square salters at least so there’s that? :P

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: Trixx wants to return to Alya despite the danger/her past exposure, and ignores Marinette's concerns, leaving/reuniting with Alya over her protests. This is either played as 'It's fine, and Marinette should have trusted Alya more' or 'It's not fine, and it's all Marinette's fault for trusting Alya in the first place and letting Trixx get so attached'. Or both.

Astruc would totally use the opportunity to brag about the whole, “She’s already taken!” line in “Truth” being foreshadowing.

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: Bunnix reveals that there is an alternate, 'better' future in which Lila never worked with Hawkmoth and became a heroine instead. The turning point was, naturally, that Ladybug never called her out for lying/stealing from Adrien. (Possibly because Adrien never snooped in the safe in this timeline, yet it's still depicted as Marinette's fault.) May couple with confirming she's the future Hawkmoth and that it's all Mari's fault the heroes are still fighting her years later.

Which means that Chat makes the “reversible” mistakes (i.e: Cataclysming Bunnyx’s miraculous) while Ladybug makes the “permanent” ones.

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: Marinette/Ladybug will get accused of being a selfish glory hound who needs to learn how to share the credit and 'be a team player'... after Adrien/Chat slacks off during a fight and refuses to help. Bonus points if this is tied into the exposed heroes' predicament somehow, implying that the REAL reason she won't give them 'their' Miraculi back is that she's selfish/short-sighted/not good at working with others/insert other bullshit excuse here.

T_T

I’m so tired.

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: Marinette will do something unbelievably selfless and self-sacrificing, only to promptly be slammed by the narrative and treated as though her decision was incredibly selfish.

Honestly you could just ad lib that.

“Marinette will do [something positive], only to promptly be slammed by the narrative and treated as though her decision was [negative].”

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: Su-Han will pressure, belittle and berate Marinette until she breaks and agrees to give up being Ladybug/the Guardian. This is naturally treated as the worst thing she could possibly do, with everyone (including Su-Han) ripping into her for it. There is no equivalent of Plagg's 'I've had many holders, but nobody can replace you, Adrien' shilling, beyond Marinette being informed that she MUST continue and deal with her many inadequacies by becoming BETTER. She has no choice.

“You’re the worst Ladybug!”

“Okay I’ll stop being Ladybug.”

“HOW DARE YOU”

“?!?!?!”

Anonymous said:

Don’t need Burrow to know that the writers will retcon Marinette allowing Adrien to BORROW her lucky charm so that Marinette actually GAVE it to him instead.

Bonus: of course, the birthday scarf issue/secret is never addressed. RIP in piece, Marinette gift number xxx0

Technically, this has already happened even back in “Befana,” so I don’t count it. Adrien has said that Marinette gave him that lucky charm forever.

Definitely adding that scarf one though.

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: We get Love Square scenes (shipping fuel) in the next episode (even though Maribug and Adrichat just broke up with Luka and Kagami).

I mean, we got love square shipping fuel in the Adrimi and Lukanette episodes, so :|

I’ve just come to expect inappropriate timing at this point.

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: In a future episode Chat Noir will be even worse than he was in Lies and still be portrayed sympathetically. I don't know how you can get that low, but I have faith that the writers will be able to pull it off and that's not a good thing

“I don't know how you can get that low“

they’ll find a way, I’m sure

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: Kagami will become an antagonist/team up with Shadow Moth post-Adrimi breakup for the plot twist "the main villain has been in the show all along." ((This is based on the end card for Lies. I really hope they don't do this because Kagami is one of the only reasons I'm still watching the show.))

I’d only be here for that if her endgoal is getting Luka and Marinette as far away from the plot as possible.

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: We STILL don't know how the Peacock Miraculous got damaged and how Emilie Agreste fell sick. Bonus points, we find out in the season/series finale or on social media.

Double bonus if Astruc claims that the decision is good and they did it on purpose (probably to keep people talking).

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: Zoe debuts as the new Bee holder on the same episode Chloé is akumatized.

I’m 100% expecting Chloe to be salty at all the adoration that Zoe gets.

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: if Adrien is ever in the wrong about something, it will only be for about five minutes and it will ultimately be blamed on Marinette.

Marinette: *breathes*

writers: Yes! Something we can blame on her!

Anonymous said:

Didn't need burrow: The relationship between the Couffaines and Jagged will not be explored. They might perform a song together and that's all, Luka forgives Jagged for abandoning him (his daddy issues just magically disappear so he doesn't bring it up anymore) while Juleka doesn't interact with Jagged at all

I’m torn between, “Luka will basically never appear again,” and, “Luka will suddenly appear much more often now that he’s no longer a ‘threat’ to the love square (Marinette didn’t break up with him because of Adrien but sure).”

Anonymous said:

Didn't need Burrow: "Gabriel Agreste" will be all about how he's not really evil just misunderstood. He had a lonely childhood or some garbage and we should feel totally sad for him you guys.

wow i hate it

[kirishwima]

“I just wanted to be normal!” keith? klance

I tried to make this angsty I really did but damn Keith being sad makes my heart break my dude, but here ya go~

*****

There’s something about the still of night that settles with him.

He’s not sure if it’s the quiet, how the only sound he hears is the one of his own breathing, his own feet shuffling on the tiled floor.

Maybe it’s the dark, only the blue fluorescence lights overhead guiding his way, interlaced with glimpses of starlight seeping through tinted windows.

He’s not sure, but something about it calls to him, has been calling ever since he was back on Earth, his feet planted in sand and the cold night air chilling him to his bones.

Sleep is scarce and fitful when it comes to Keith, more so lately than ever before, so he’s taken to wandering the hallways, trying to find sense of the tangles in his head.

What he didn’t expect was to see another pair of feet walking towards him, clashing onto another body before he could ponder who they belonged to.

“Ow, dude! What the quiznak-“

Keith looked up, locking eyes with a wincing Lance that was rubbing the spot on his shoulder where Keith’s head had collided to.

Keith could’ve sworn he saw this…haunted look on Lance’s face for a second, eyes hollow and lips tugged into an apathetic line, before his face lit up, going straight into his dramatic antics that Keith was so used to by now.

“Could you warn a guy next time before you go smashing your head onto him?”

He shrugged, mumbling a quick sorry, mentally figuring out ways to escape this situation.

Lance talked a little more before his eyes settled onto Keith’s face, an eyebrow quirking.

“So why are you up at this time anyway?”

“Can’t sleep” Keith shrugged. It was true, and to the point.

“You too huh” he heard Lance mumble,  gaze downcast before he perked back up again, a coy smirk on his mouth and a glint in his eyes that Keith knew by no meant nothing good.

“Well, there’s only one thing left to do when insomnia strikes” Lance grinned, taking a hold of Keith’s hand before he could even question Lance’s motives, tugging him forward with a quick walk.

When did they come to this?

When did they go form spitting venomous words to each other to…this? To holding each others hand down dark hallways, to holding each others gaze longer, smiling more, talking more?

It’s not that Keith disliked it-quite the contrary, having Lance become a constant in his everyday life felt comfortable, brought an instinctive smile to his mouth that he never thought he could sport.

Was this what friendship was? Or was this just a Lance thing? What exactly were they?

He didn’t have time to question it further, before Lance came to a halt in front of an opened door, catching Keith off guard as he stumbled to a stop, nearly toppling onto Lance’s back.

Lance let go of Keith’s hand, switching the lights of the room on and striding in it with a purpose.

“Lance…why are we in the kitchen?”

Lance said nothing, choosing instead to go to the back end of the counters, opening up a cabinet Keith could’ve sworn he never even noticed before.

He walked besides Lance, taking notice of the item Lance took a hold of and tugged out of the cabinet, raising it in front of Keiths’ face with a knowing smirk.

“Wait…is that nunvil?!” Keith asked, observing the light blue bottle coloured with flowers, a soft pink liquid swirling inside it.

“That is nunvill indeed” Lance grinned, securing his grip on the bottle as he walked outside the kitchen and back into the hallway.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking but it’s probably a bad idea-“

“I’m always full of bad ideas” Lance shrugged, as he  began to walk away, “Now are you up for some late night stargazing or?”

Keith sighed, following after Lance with a small sprint.

He just hoped they wouldn’t get in too much trouble.

***

It’s a few hours later and a few chugs of nunvill after, that finds them sitting on the steps of the observation deck, a glass-covered wall ahead of them giving them a full view to the expanding space around them, coloured planets and glinting stars all around, feeling so familiar yet so foreign at the same time.

Lance, not really much to Keith’s suprise, was chatty when tipsy. But he was also chatty when not-tipsy so Keith wasn’t sure what he expected, really.

He talked about space, about hair, about how Keith should ‘go visit a space hairstylist. Anything would be better than sporting a mullet’ and whatnot.

There was an eventual quietness, both of them content to just drown in their own thoughts for a while.

“So why were you up anyway?” Lance asks after a while, eyes still locked to the window, his fingers toying with the bottle of nunvill.

“I told you, I couldn’t sleep.”

Lance eyed him for a moment, expression unreadable to Keith.

“No, why were you really up? Why couldn’t you sleep?”

Keith’s first instinct was to avert the question, set his defences up and cower. It wasn’t..it wasn’t that he didn’t trust Lance. 

It’s just that he couldn’t trust himself.

But there were blue eyes locked onto him, and a warmth besides him that combined with liquid courage made him sigh, shutting his eyes for a moment to gather his thoughts.

“I…I don’t really sleep much. There’s so much going on inside my head that if I try and sleep the thoughts won’t let me and, it’s…hard.” he tried, his tongue stumbling over the words, unused to expressing the emotion that was constantly lodged in his throat.

“I’m not, normal. I don’t feel normal, not with all of this” Keith waved his hand towards the windows and the Castle, “and not before it either. I always felt that there’s something off, something-something wrong with me and I couldn’t figure out what or why” he continued, his chest tightening with every word, heart beating faster.

“It’s just been so hard, I’ve always had so many questions about who I am and where I belong and what I’m just-what I’m doing with my life and it felt so hopeless so often and then we got thrown into this intergalactic fight and suddenly I discover that I am weird, I am the odd one out that kids used to bully me about, I am the fuck-up that I thought I was, hell, I’m not even human not entirely I just-“

he sighed, rubbing at his eyes and hoping he wouldn’t feel them wet to the touch.

“I just wanted to be normal…but I guess I was asking for too much” he concluded, and yeah, his eyes were brimming with tears now.

Damn nunvill. Damned feelings.

In his frenzy, he never noticed Lance moving, not until he felt a hand cover his where it was resting on the floor, warm fingers interlacing with his, Lance’s body turned towards him.

“Yeah, you’re right. You’re not normal.”

Keith rolled his eyes, feeling the tears escaping at the action.

“Well ok, thanks-“

“Nothing about this situation is normal” Lance continued, “You’re just, you’re trying so hard to find answers to open-ended questions and it’s hard but you’re here and you’re trying your best, and no matter what you’re still…you.”

He brought his other hand to gently flick Keith’s forehead, a small smile on his lips.

“You’re our resident emo mullet king. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. So what if you’re half alien or weird or whatever?”

Keith snorted, a small smile finding itself on his lips, tears still streaming down his face.

“You do have a place you belong in, and it’s right here,” Lance huffed, nodding towards the Castle, “and no one can or will ever take that from you. And it’ll always be here, wether you find answers to your questions or not.”

Lance looked down for a minute, before locking eyes with Keith, the starlight reflecting off of him as he did, casting shapes and illuminations onto his skin.

“It’s a weird situation and just…it’s okay to vent and want help in times like that, okay?”

Keith could do little else but nod, the warmth on his face matching the one in their interlaced fingers, tears steadily coming to a halt.

They stayed like that for a while, content in each others’ quiet presence, giving Keith time to slowly recollect himself.

There was comfort in the way Lance had looked at him, and even if he offered no solutions, he offered him something Keith direly needed-a reaffirmation that he belonged.

“So..why were you awake?” Keith asked eventually.

Lance shrugged.

“I was actually just up to get some water and stumbled upon your mopey butt”

It felt like a lie, the way Lance’s shoulders stiffened, how his eyes were locked onto the sky ahead of them.

Keith decided not to push it, but squeezed Lance’s hand a little tighter, in hopes of seeing another smile on the boy’s lips.

******

Keith crying in canon will be the death of me i s2g

from these prompts

-Support me on Ko-Fi-

[thedeviljudges]

shame shame it is my name ive been going through your harringrove tag all day and im just. completely fucked. choo choo the harringrove train has left the station you have a one way ticket to hell please enjoy the ride with some fine literature that will make you wish you had your very own cuddlebuddy while crying like a bitchbaby. please have some patience, i will be back shortly to tell you all about how you and these soft trashboys ruined my life! 1/10

SO FIRST YES YOU GOT ME INTO ZIAM. I can’t remember when but dear god ive been here for a long, long, looooong time. also can i please cry about your fics. because. i feel like they dont get enough love and im just!!! every time you write because your writing is just so?? idk?? im like “ah, noel wrote this. i CAN FEEL IT BECAUSE I GOT PUNCHED IN THE FEELS” and im gonna be superembarrassing but like i love you dude. you’re so fucking talented and it saddens me that all the work you put into ziam fics and drabbles never got the attention they deserved. like MIDNIGHT LIGHT. how freaking cute was that im just seriously Im gonna die ok i love it so much oh my goood the beginning when they met and Liam just replied with “okay” IM JUST. its so stupid cause there wasnt a lot of interaction between them at first but i just LOVED it?? like well done this made me feel like a 13yo also i love the way you describe it when liam smiles like i can see it happening in front of me and i get why zayn melts and falls for him every time. i have so much love for that fic you dont understand. am i gonna yell about my favorite ziam fics wHY YES I AM. We’re dreamers in castles made of sand (also i really like your titles btw) blew me away. I got chills and it didnt go the way i expected it to go, the usual boy has sex with a prostitute, catches feelings& saves them. i love that you didnt let that happen. Liam saved himself and im just so happy! caring and supporting zayn was amazing to see but the fact that liam did it on his own and THEN CAME BACK im weak i love it so much. ive already told you i love the under the rose universe. i cant even pick a favorite moment im just in awe of this entire serie. listen. i love liam and veronica with everything that i am and i would die for them. also. Vanilla sweet universe is just everything ok jfc.

okay. okay so i had to sit on this all day because i just. you’ve overwhelmed me, for real, lmao. like, i don’t really cry over messages, but this one? kinda got me good.

(and also, idk if you meant to send more, but i did only get the 6/10 so that’s what i’m replying to!!)

first off, lmaooo you’re hilarious as fuck. this message? as good as the one you sent the other day. i’ve reread it a few times, and i laugh at it each one.

but okayyy ok ok. i wasn’t expecting this lovefest, but i s2g, this is the sweetest. you’re not embarrassing, trust me!! i always love to know what people think of my fics. call me greedy, i guess, but i genuinely love to hear back from people, even if it is negative.

although uhhhhh, i love you???? like damn???? i mean, no lie. there’s definitely a few fics of mine from ziam that i wish took off more. i got comments on ao3 here and there and asks from time to time, but how i found out people liked my stuff was either through recs or casual discussions mutuals would send me because they just so happened upon it. i hate being that bitch that /wants/ to hear feedback because it sounds selfish, but like, some of those longer fics were so draining, and sometimes i got the feeling that me (and a few others tbqh) were just placeholder authors??? we were ~there for filler fics until…. well uh, lmao, other ones could finally put out.

ok. midnight light…. is one that i forgot about because lmao, that’s not one i’ve heard anyone ever talk about actually?? it might’ve gotten a few comments, but omfg. you saying that is really surprising???? i actually did love that one. kinda felt bad i didn’t make it longer or whatever, but it just made sense. i’m so glad you liked it, though!! but it’s definitely not stupid!!! that’s so wild that it makes you feel that way bc i get that way with fic too and omfg. i didn’t know people did about my stuff?? fuck. you’re way too kind.

ALSO LIAM’S SMILE. i tried to include that a lot because liam really does have the most beautiful smile. it’s so bashful and looks so genuinely happy and adorable and ahhhh.

about the dreamers fic…. gah. i love the concept i did with that, but when i look at it, honestly??? my writing is terrible???? omfg. i cringe at my old writing, i swear. but i think that fic is the most popular one. dunno why, but i’m so glad you liked the ending!! i don’t even think it was intentional to try to do something different. in all honesty, i don’t even know how i came up with the ending, lmao.

really, i’m just gonna keep thanking you over and over and over again.

fic titles… i love coming up with fic titles, and i’ll have you know that most of them are just song lyrics. i usually go for the most unusual lines in songs because they seem the most fitting? and what’s crazy is that when i hear it, i know immediately whether it’s a title or not. idk if that’s intuition, but to me, all fics are like children, and when you hear the title, you just know??? ok now who’s the embarrassing one, lmao.

under the rose - is my weakness, my soft spot. all born outta me trying to prove something to rude ass people tbh, lmao. wrote it out of spite even though i knew it wouldn’t be popular, and i just remember back in 2013 when ppl thought i was crazy as hell for loving veronica so much, and IM STILL GLAD i’m not alone in that.

vanilla sweet was also sorta born outta spite?? just in the sense that it didn’t have to be stereotypical abo that was written in the time (ie dubcon or more).

honestly, i can’t even believe you like all of these??? these were incredible messages to get, babe. like i said, you did make me tear up, and idk why you decided to stick around with my boring, bitchy ass tbh. i feel like is scare a lot of people off real damn quick, but i appreciate it so much. i really fucking do, and you’ve totally made more than just my day and night. i’ll legit be thinking about these for awhile now. fuck, i’ve talked your ear off too and yet i could wrote another 10 pages, i bet.

literally, THANK YOU SO MUCH for this and for giving my fics a chance. it really means the world to me, even after all this time. i appreciate it so much.

[muimuchi]

The Shinnaga Family (Angie x Korekiyo Family):

Designed an Older Korekiyo and Angie outfit for when they get older. Bare with my extremely young-looking parent designs and poor grammar ;). I also added Koa and Ioane, their sons. It is a whole family design after all. There is some information about them there but I have some headcanons about the family under the cut! Enjoy!

-Angie and Korekiyo’s relationship grew in their middle years of high school, but it skyrocketed as they were adults. Korekiyo had gone to college and studied, while Angie move back to her island to pursue her art career. I would like to imagine, Korekiyo eventually going to visit the island and running into Angie there after loosing contact with her.

-Angie being extremely happy to see him, drags him all around her island, not letting him rest at a hotel until he has met everyone, gone to every luau, and observed every bit of nature. She also adores to show him her art as well as the art of her island.

-Ngl she would take him to several volcanoes and make him climb trees with her to pick fruit.

-Korekiyo took an interest in Angie’s culture and found it unique, it was different then his own and he couldn’t pull himself away. Also the idea of blood sacrifices roped him in 👀.

-They probably at one point had too much fun at a luau and ended up passing out together, waking up next to each other- To which Korekiyo stumbles out mortified at what could have happened.

-Korekiyo and Angie probably paint together also. He sticks to sumi ink, drawing those old Japanese black paintings on bamboo paper, whilst Angie is more colorful.

-They would totally get married in one of those traditional Hawaiian marriages. Once they are told to kiss, Angie LEAPS into his arms. I s2g Korekiyo needs help after that. But he loves her regardless.

-They probably move in together and live on the island.

-Soon after their marriage, Angie gets pregnant (I would imagine it’s unplanned but Angie would call it a “blessing from Atua”).

-Initially, Korekiyo wanted a girl to name after his sister. He and Angie made an agreement that when they have a child together, she gets to name the boy, whilst Korekiyo names the girl. Turns out luck wasn’t on his side, he ended up having two boys.

-Ofc Koa is born and they need to dedicate more time to him then themselves. Korekiyo was pretty happy to have a human for himself (and Angie), he wanted to show him the whole world, all of its beauties, perhaps tell him about his “Nee-San”.

-Two years after Koa is born, Ioane is born also, another blessing-. Korekiyo at this point knows it’s time to stop, Yet he’s still very attentive to his family and would do anything for them.

-When caring for their children, Angie is more of the carefree parent, probably tosses her kid high up in the air, and leaves one of them at the beach, causing Korekiyo to worry around her. Korekiyo on the other hand, has no intent of harming or seeing one of his children harmed, so he’s the more protective parent of the two.

-Korekiyo drinks Sake more often, it helps- especially with Angie around.

-As the two children get older, Koa gets into dealing with spirits, Which Korekiyo is slightly shaken up about it. Koa would subtly bring up the fact that he wished to talk to the dead, but Korekiyo would brush it off not knowing he was actually doing so. Angie finds it questionable, but if it makes her child happy, she’s willing to comply and support Koa’s spiritual practices.

-I think when Koa is around 5-7, the family moves to Japan and keeps Angie’s island as a summer home/vacation spot. Because of them moving while Koa and Ioane are young, Koa had developed the same accent that Angie has, whilst Ioane was able to grow out of his soon after they moved. Koa still has his accent, not because it hasn’t naturally watered down, but because he chose to keep it that way.

-I bet in Hawaii they probably had a pet chicken (yes that’s a Moana reference). Well Angie did, Korekiyo would probably hate it because all it would do was peck at him- Did I mention Angie loves really colorful birds? Ngl she most likely had some hiding around.

-Speaking of animals, Ioane would totally dump snakes into his parents/brothers bed. Koa would freak out finding these critters in his bed, while Korekiyo and Angie would be more loose about it. They weren’t poisonous, why worry so much? Well, ok, Korekiyo wasn’t too keen on those snakes either. At least not in his bed.

-Ioane also tries to get away with his acts of mischief, But Korekiyo is always sure to catch him. Catch him, but not always punish him. Ioane has a way with words, similar to his father, so he can get out of trouble. Also, even though she doesn’t take favorites, Angie and Ioane are more clingy to each other, meaning she would defend him if Korekiyo scolded him for something small.

-DOESN’T MEAN KOA WONT DISCIPLINE HIS ASS. Koa tells Ioane stories about evil spirits who will come after him if he isn’t careful. Ioane of course brushes it off as a myth, BUT HE KNOWS, ONCE THAT MOON RISE AND HE HEARS KOA WHISTLING(whistling attracts bad spirits) HE IS SCARED SHITLESS. Koa then would throw some shit at his door, leading him to burst out and run into Angie and Korekiyo’s room.

-Ioane finds it mortifying, Koa finds it pleasing. If spiritual stories don’t work, Pulling Ioane’s ear, slapping him lightly on the back of the head, and even kneeing the back of Ioane’s knee, seems to fit for Koa.

-Koa isn’t an asshole brother, he is actually very supportive and maternal to Ioane. He could call him his second mom if he wanted. Ioane being a Hojojutsu master (thanks to his fathers interest in red rope), uses Koa to practice tying knots, to which Koa hesitantly complies. I bet if Korekiyo walked in on them, he would separate them for a week. No communication, nothing, he doesn’t want what happened to him and his “Nee-San” to happen here.

-Korekiyo’s hair grew out longer so his family enjoys playing with it and braiding it.

-THEY ALWAYS GO TO THE BEACH TOGETHER.

-Speaking of “Nee-san” Koa looks a lot like her, he’s mean to have her hair part, eyes, face shape, and mouth. Korekiyo is slightly pained by this, but it’s a guilty pleasure to stare. No they don’t have an incest-y relationship, but their bond is rather close. Koa sticks to Korekiyo more, whilst Ioane is closer with Angie.

-All in all, they are a happy family! Angie keeps things lively, Koa worries too much, Ioane… can be problematic, and Korekiyo deals with it all. As much as they can be hectic, they wouldn’t have it any other way, and adore every single bit about each other

[ka-za-ri]

Possibility Part 1 (Ignis x Reader)

Genre: Slice of Life Rating: SFW Pairing: Ignis x Reader Wordcount: 3,425 Suggested Listening:  Two Hearts -- Daichi Miura Tags: @r-e-g-a-l-i-a​ @itshaejinju​ @sweetchocobae​ @roses-and-oceans​ @cagedbycravings​ @kanekeii (I s2g, tumblr LET ME TAG THEM) @desperateauboise (OMFG I HATE) (I think that’s everyone, please dm me if you want to be tagged in future work.)  Notes: Basically, I had a conversation with my muse and it went like this:  Muse: Soooooo You haven’t written Ignis in like, a week. Me: Yeah, but you said Nocti---- Muse: IGNIS. IGNIS. IGNIS. IGNIS.  Me: ._. You’re like a 12 year old...  So yeah, it’s back to your regularly scheduled Ignis stuff. Part 2 to hopefully come soon. 

First Rotation; Second Love:

Spending time alone was one thing that Ignis sorely needed. Spending time alone at a carnival was not on the list of things he had intended to do. However, there he was, wandering the crowded, hot carnival, trying to find himself and understanding the appeal of such a festival. He wasn't quite sure what had drawn him to queue up and wait for his entrance ticket. Perhaps it was partially because of boredom, or perhaps it was simply because he needed an excuse to do something other than to dwell on the thought of her that made him do it.

Either way, there he was, sticking out like a sore thumb among the throngs of people, wearing a tailored suit in the blazing summer sun while he willed himself to try and “loosen up” as Noctis had always asked him to do.

Ignis had always considered the Ferris wheel to be a source of calm in the chaos which came with summer carnivals. There had always been a sense of peace captured in the gentle rise and fall of the large wheel. It consisted of a cycle of two rotations which rose and fell seamlessly to perfectly timed whirs and clicks of mechanized gears.  Amidst the gaggles of happy couples and parents being dragged around by their children, the Ferris wheel seemed to be a place of quiet and comfort where he could find time to breathe.

The summer sun beat down on his back, making his suit feel uncomfortable, though Ignis had too much pride about him to bother taking it off. He had chosen his wardrobe very deliberately that day, and he'd be damned if his impulsive choice was going to ruin what he had planned that day. As the sun continued to relentlessly shine, he found his thoughts drifting back to the reason why he even needed time alone in the first place.

His hands were empty without hers to cradle. It was a painful fact that he had to accept. He wasn't the right one for her. The rightness he had initially felt when her palm fit perfectly into his was, in the end, a lie. He needed to wrap his head around this fact and he needed to get over it. He was starting to do irrational things and that was not acceptable for a person of his station and rank.

Every now and then, he could feel his fingers twitch and ache with yearning. He'd feel the ghosting feeling of her fingers through his gloves and he had to constantly remind himself that it was only a memory. Memory. Forever a memory. Nothing more than that. It didn't stop him from missing her though. She was supposed to be there with him, standing in line in front of the Ferris wheel and enjoying the summer sun together. The scenario he lived shouldn’t be as lonely as it was.

Too bad getting her back was never going to happen.

The line inched forward and Ignis willed his mind to be blank and numb as he waited for his turn. He concentrated on the music of games being played in the distance and tried to tune out the intrusive thoughts which poked at the corners of his consciousness. One hand tapped restlessly on the screen of the phone in his pocket, wishing it'd go off so that he'd have an excuse to no longer be there. He wanted solace.

He didn't understand why he had convinced himself that coming was a good idea. Physically, it was disgusting and painful for him to walk around in the blazing heat of the sun. He could feel his feet sweating from the heat and soaking through to his socks. A feeling he hated but accepted as punishment.

As bad as the physical pain was, the mental strain he bore was something that made his whole body ache in a different way. To see people so many happy people around him made the holly space in his chest beat with a pace that matched the tempo of the distorted carnival music in the background. The beat echoed through his body, striking every fiber of his being with the same word over and over again.

Failure. Failure. Failure.

The fault laid entirely on him. She had every right to hate him. She had every reason to leave him. She was right to blame him for everything, after all, it was hard to love someone who was never there to be loved. In turn, he blamed himself for all he didn't do. He regretted every action he didn't take to prevent the ultimate outcome. He replayed his last few days with her over and over again, running through every possible scenario until he had memorized the moments down to the number of tears that fell from her eyes as she finally said goodbye.

He reminisced about those last moments and what could have been until he felt the heaping pile of sand which was his memory and love slipped past his fingers. One grain at a time, they'd fall past his reach until nothing was left save for a thin, sticky layer of mixed emotions and false thoughts which clung to his skin and movements.

No matter how many times he'd tried to wash himself from those memories he had of her, the sand remained cleaved to him. Each grain dug deeper into him any time he tried to rid himself of the pain of heartbreak. A part of him didn't want to let go of the pain and the memories on the off chance that she'd come back. Somewhere, in the back of his mind he had already convinced himself that he wouldn't find someone else, someone better than her even if he knew better.

And so, he found himself thinking about nothing but her. How she would have loved to walked with him, her hand in his and he'd admire the way the wide brimmed sunhat she loved so much to keep her nose from burning would frame her face just right. He'd remember the way the way her shoulders would peek through the gossamer bolero he had given her as a present.

Even now, he could hear her laugh in his ears as the rumble of the rides she would have loved to go on would drift in and out of background noise of the carnival. She'd always want to go on the tallest and the fastest ones. He'd always have to politely decline for fear of looking less than presentable. He could hear her plead with fake tears in her eyes as he heard screams of terror coming from the horror house just a few paces away. He could feel her hand hold his just a little tighter as he waited for his turn at the Ferris wheel.

Time seemed too slow as he watched the numbered carriages rise and fall. It put him in a more sedated, calmed state that he was in before. As time slipped slowly past him, one carriage at a time, he felt the sounds around him melting away and a blank bliss washed over him him. It was like being swaddled in layers and layers of warm blankets, muffling his senses and numbing his pain just enough until it was his turn for the ride.

“Oh, only one?” The ride master asked, taking the crumpled ticket from him. “How about I let the next person sit in with ya? The line's long and the day's hot. How about just one more person in your carriage?”

He hadn't cared to pay attention to see who was had been standing behind him, nor did he really care who was to be sitting next to him. All Ignis knew was that his feet were sore and his body ached, whatever made the ride master happy was going to be going to be good enough for him.

“It's fine.” He murmured, walking up and following the clearly marked path to the swinging metal carriage which he would call his for two full rotations.

The cracked, pleather seat creaked as he sat down. The Plexiglas windows supported by steel beams were, as usual, scratched an unwashed; smudged by the sticky fingerprints of countless children who had pressed their hands and faces against it. Ignis couldn't help but smile just slightly at the endearing image of childish happiness. His finger traced one of the long, cracks of the seat, fingering the old, shedding powdery yellow foam which had started to peak out from underneath.

For some reason, he was restless to get off the ground and on with the ride. Something about having to ride with a complete stranger made him nervous. Out of pure habit, his foot bounced up and down while his hand plucked at the seat cushioning. He fixed his gaze pointedly out the window while apprehension as to who would be sitting with him filled him with a mix of dread and excitement.

Dread for the simple fact that he wouldn't know how to react to whoever was coming his way. Excitement for the fact that meeting a complete stranger may turn out to be a good thing in the end if he struck a connection with them. Eventually, the conflicting emotions in him came to a truce and settled on a singular conclusion.

Don't let it be a girl. You can't go through that kind of pain again so soon.

He had enough problems getting over the one who plagued his mind. Her granulated memories still grated at every movement he made. The thought of a girl coming in and forcing him to make pleasant talk only made those memories dig deeper into the festering wound that was the hole in his heart. Meeting another girl so soon would only make him feel defiled, unclean. He hadn't even finished cleansing himself from the last person he had loved so much. Talking to anyone who may strike his fancy would only taint them. Every word, no matter how genial and pleasant felt as if it was coated with the residue of her impact on him.

It was difficult to admit that he was back at a beginning. He had been with her for so long, it was hard to remember what it felt like to be alone. The feeling of solitude was one he was still getting adjusted to. No longer did he have the pleasure of waking up daily to see her next to him. He didn't have the luxury of holding him tight against his body when he felt himself crack under stress. All he had now was the cold side of the bed when he turned over in the night.

When. When was it that he had fallen so far for her?

When did my life start revolving around her? Where did I go? My life should be dedicated to the King. Not this.

It was a terrifying realization he had come to. She had defined him as he could have never defined himself. Somewhere along the line, he had forgotten who he was and what he stood for. Somehow, he had turned into nothing more than the ashes of smoldering emotions for a person who left him.

He couldn't face another person this soon. There was no way for him to handle company without having to deal with the gaping emotional wound in his own being. His sense of self had melted beyond any recognition. The already stuffy summer air seemed suffocating when he realized that the ride master would most likely set him up with the next female in line.

After all, it wasn't right to be alone on a day like this.

What also wasn't right was to be tortured by someone who blamed him for everything. He was left broken and she was somewhere far, far away, free from his grasp. He had been left behind in the wake of strong emotions, shattered and bleeding from the eyes.

Please. Please don't let it be a girl.

The heat of the carriage crept up on him, crushing his spine and curling his body up. He dared not glance at the gaping door for fear his luck would run out. He hadn't realized the anxiety which hovered over him until then. When his sweat ran down his back, soaking his dress shirt, he could feel the droplets of sweat tracking tiny rivers down his back, chilling him through his very core.

You're weak. So weak. Oh, so very weak.

Yes. I know. So end me.

Silently, Ignis sent prayers to whatever holy powers were above and pleaded to the Six for his one wish to be granted.

Unfortunately, those on the Astral planes had decided to deal him a hard hand that day.

First Rotation; Last Hope

The sun was brilliant the day you decided to go out. You were more than glad that you had brought your favorite sunhat. There wasn't a doubt in your mind that without it, your nose and cheeks would have been burnt without it. There was a slight breeze from the east that day, one that brought you wet, feather light kisses from the sea. Not a cloud in the sky and you couldn't think of a better way to spend your day than to be at the carnival. The sights, the sounds and the overall atmosphere from such a lively event was much needed.

It had been the first time you had been free in weeks. For what seemed to be an eternity, you had shut yourself in your room, pondering your choices and wondering what it meant when you had broken off your last relationship. The conclusion you reached in the end was one which you were forced to agree with. It was painfully obvious, but more so, it was painfully true.

It's my fault for loving deeply enough.

Five years had flown by you as you had held hands together with him. Twenty full cycles of seasons had passed. You remember distinctly the fluttering feeling in your stomach as you whispered secrets to him in winter, watching your breath float up into the milky gray sky. The memory of dancing to the beat of summer storms was still seemed fresh in your memory. If you closed your eyes and though hard enough, you could still feel the raw sting in your throat from when you screamed your love to him over the roar of thunder.

Twenty seasons had passed you by as you gained trust under the biting winds and changing leaves at the turning point of autumn and winter. Sixty months cracked at the beginning of spring when the scent of freshly cut grass tickled at your noses.

You wondered if you were right for doing what you did. After all, you were the one who had initiated the break off. He had been good to you, good for most people, but it wasn't right for you. There was something missing in your relationship with him. Something didn't fit into the intricate gear-like workings of your relationship with him. Like sand, it ground and tore at the thin, makeshift clockwork you had cobbled together which ticked closer and closer to the end of your love together with him.

So, when you realized he had loved you much more deeply that you did, you became scared. He cherished your every move, ever smile, kiss, touch emotion, laugh and tear. He remembered all the little things you said when you weren't looking. He'd remember to surprise you on the regular with a gift you had wanted for years. These things, he showered you with, and you couldn't do the same for him.

There was a lack of connection. You just didn't know him well enough. You knew he loved listening to you, so you talked. You spoke volumes about yourself, never stopping long enough to listen to his stories.

Somewhere along the line, you had forgotten that a relationship was built of two people and not just you.

I don't deserve someone like that. He's too good, too pure for someone like me.

He had told you he loved you. The very idea terrified you. The thought of being kept to one person, for the rest of your life made you shiver in fear. There wasn't any way for you to describe how deeply it shook you to your core. You had no idea what the concept of love was. There was the idea of being in love. The ideal that someone would sweep you away and bring you into a paradise of smiles and happiness. You never imagined that being in love would mean being tied down.

Often, you wondered where that giddy feeling had gone. You'd look down at your hand and wonder about the warmth of his hand and how cold yours always felt against his. Sometimes, you could feel the ghost of the emotions you once had for him. It was a lovely memory, but you reminded yourself that you had taken much more than you had given. That, was a crime you could not forgive yourself for.

You tried not to think about those times, but there they were, creeping up again in your mind. You couldn't help but miss the feeling of someone to lean against, someone who would put up with your constant bullshit. More than anything, you missed someone who didn't mind you being a demanding, selfish person.

You were free now, though. That was something, wasn't it? That was something you wanted so sorely and forcibly celebrate. For the last five years, you had seen nothing but him, heard nothing but his soothing voice and felt nothing but his warm embrace when you were afraid. You hadn't realized how trapped you were until after you broke up with him. There was a brilliance to the colors in your world now that you hadn't seen before now that he wasn't around. To you, his love, as pure as it was, had bleached out everything around you.

He had become the center of your world. Like a flame, you were drawn to him and blinded by his kindness. He had made himself the center of your attentions and in the end, you had somehow stopped feeling for those around you.

Now though, you could breathe and not have to worry about his own breath mingling along with yours. You could walk along the sidewalks without his steps being partnered with yours. You were without any attachments. As a free agent, you were going to live as much as you could with the life you had left.

He would remain in your memory and follow you as he had in your real life. As painful as some of the memories were, you were okay with that. As sincere as his feelings were for you, you knew it was better off if the two of you weren't together. It simply wasn't meant to be. To continue that way would have only brought the two of you to a destructive path with no happy endings. Now though, at least he had a chance to find someone who could love as deeply as he did. You, had your chance to feel the world and live as freely as you wished.  

I deserve to spread my wing

The Ferris wheel was always a place you had fond memories. It was going to be the first time in five years since you had taken a ride in one alone. There was a strange giddy feeling building itself up as the line moved slowly towards the large steel and glass structure. Butterflies pattered at the lining of your stomach as you passed your ticket over to the ride master.

He smiled genially and seemed to be expecting another person to be with you. He paused and took a double take when no one else handed him another ticket.

“Miss, if you won't mind too much. We'll have to put you in a carriage with another person. It's way too hot to keep these folks waiting.” He explained.

“That's fine with me.”

“Alright then, right this way.” He said, gesturing towards the carriage with the open door.

Following his directions, you went ahead and sat in front of what seemed to the most uncomfortable and gloomy man you had ever seen in your whole life.

He's more trapped in here than I would ever be by my past.

He deserves much more than I do...

[elizabethschoices]

Hero, Vol. 1, Chapter Two: My Thoughts

We pick up right where we left off, with masked men breaking into the gala with weapons and shit. Our lead gunman is the cliché loudmouth that can’t get over his god damn ego to realize that people have phones and can record things and take pictures with them, and he’s got a very visible tattoo and what I imagine can be a recognizable voice if you get enough of it to listen to.

Poppy is freaking out and asks MC what to do. As appealing as fighting back sounds, it’s also dangerous and we (so far) have no powers or even knowledge of them, so the safest thing to do is do as they say. Jewelry can be either returned or replaced. Life cannot.

Silas seems to agree with MC’s statement, though it’s unclear if he actually heard her or not, as he merely announced instructions to the guests. Some of the gunmen focus on guests, whereas the others fuck with the security system to disarm it. One of the labeled ‘criminals’ directs a group of men with him, reminding them that the boss said “no funny business.“

Is this not ‘funny business’?

Your guy literally said that if we do something stupid we’d die, and then immediately after said he wanted us to do something stupid.

MC and co. are rounded up and taken onto the stage, being pushed closer to The Prism Gate, and it’s humming loudly and making MC’s hair stand. The energy of the damn thing is pulsing heavily, and MC asks Dax what the hell is up with it, and he doesn’t have a damn clue besides that it’s malfunctioning. Duh.

Lead Gunman notices we’re talking and points his gun at us to see if there’s something we’d like to share with them. Like, do you not see this fucking thing freaking out? Do you not see the light? Idiot.

Dax tries to explain the situation to him, but the gunman notices the crystal and takes severe interest in it. Silas demands he not touch it, but obviously the guy doesn’t listen. He pulls out the crystal and Silas lunges for it. He tackles the gunman and the crystal flies through the air.

*sigh* MC is gonna catch it, isn’t she? 

I think Pixelberry and the Choices Crew hate me.

Once we catch it, light shoots out from The Prism Gate and everything is white. The Lead Gunman is confused, along with everyone else. We’re lifted into the air above everyone else, and then a few seconds later we’re back on the ground and back where we were, basically. We drop the crystal and it spins across the floor. Another shockwave emits and this time it fucks up the support columns, so people are like, Outtie 5000.

The lackeys are trying to get the hell out of this failed operation, but Lead Gunman wants the damn crystal. Could. This. Be. Anymore. Cliché. You can have a superhero story without the typical Superhero Moments.

He grabs the crystal and heads for a hole in the wall, rubble falling down onto him.

MC searches through all the crap to find her friends. Dax pointlessly tells her that they gotta make like a sewer and get the shit outta there, but then The Prism Gate surges again, this time taking out the ceiling. A bigass slab of concrete falls towards us, Poppy, and Dax.

Do we have super strength now?

Yep.

MC and friends are surprised that she can hold it up, and honestly I am too because if it was as massive as described, regardless of strength, balance would be the real issue.

Poppy is saying something to MC about how she’s about to do something, and then of course MC passes the hell out. Later on in the hospital, we regain consciousness as this lady, who I assume is like our aunt or adoptive mother or something, is speaking to us.

Ah, our mother. Also, MC is at least 25. Good to know. MC wakes up and her mother is clearly worried sick. Don’t worry, it’d take a lot more than that to stop me.

She hugs up and tells us not to scare her like that again. MC asks if they can afford to cover the cost of the hospital bill, which is being covered by Prescott Industries. Grayson has been waiting to see us. Poor bean. <3

Aww, he even stayed all night for when we woke up. Sweet bean. <3

Oh great, am I going to have to pay diamonds to fucking see him?! I s2g.

Thank fuck, when the music changed I got worried.

Rochelle waves in Grayson, who is clearly worried about us. She makes us promise to call her every day (so if MC is on her own why ask if they as a collective union can pay the bill) and she’s off, leaving us alone with Grayson.

I heard you were pretty worried about me.

OMG GUYS HE BLUSHED!!!

I love him. I really do. It’s only chapter 2.

Grayson admits that when the ceiling was about to cave in, he wanted to come back inside and find us, but Silas prevented that. I’m glad. I wouldn’t have wanted him to be in there when that happened. He feels bad, saying that we might not have been in the hospital if he got to us in time. Bullshit.

We both would’ve ended up in the hospital.

Grayson is pissed off at his father for the entire thing, but MC promises him she’s fine. I’m just glad you’re here.

fucking murder me why don’t you <3

AAAAAAHHHH TWO HEART POINTS

GASP HE’S GOT A CONFESSION

FUCKING HELL HE WAS GONNA TELL ME HE LOVES ME WHO THE FUCK IS AT THE DOOR AND WHY DID YOU D O T H A T HE LET GO OF MY F U C K I N G H A N D

It’s Dax and Poppy. Yes, you’re interrupting. Grayson leaves because of them and then they shroud MC because they totes gotta talk about what happened. They ask what she remembers. The Prism Gate... fucking exploding?

So for some reason the thing is always unstable around MC, and then getting hit with a shockwave from it probably gave us or unlocked our actual powers. Dax gives us our breakfast tray and tells us to try and bend it. Okay.

We fold it three times over, and honestly, what a waste of hospital equipment. How the hell you gonna explain that to the nurse?

Poppy points out the MC can at the least levitate, not fly, and then when MC notices she drops to the ground. Poppy picks us up and Dax pulls out a portable Geiger counter from his pocket. Nerd. :P

He scans us with it to determine that we are, in fact, not radioactive.

*insert Imagine Dragons joke*

Dax says all of our vitals are normal, except he’s detecting subatomic vibrations quite similar to that of The Prism Gate’s crystal. He wants to run tests on us (*cough*F4W/J.ALBA&C.EVANS*cough*) and Poppy wants us to play with them. We’re not spending diamonds because we don’t particularly care enough for either option, and instead call it a day.

We go back home with Poppy and Dax, searching Netflix together. MC suggests skipping the movie and just talking. Boring.

With great power comes I have an obligation to help people.

They both basically say it’s up to us what we do, and Dax mentions that there are bad people out there that could turn us into a target. And then we’re taken across town to the evil lair, aka abandoned warehouse.

Lead Gunman is on a table, bleeding out with rebar jammed between his ribs. Die.

He’s still got the crystal in his hand. Is it gonna give him powers too? One guy wants to save him, the other wants to off him and proceeds to point his gun at LG’s head, but lashes out at the guy and launches him across the warehouse, killing him. His skin has changed, and he says he’s no longer in pain.

Ew, he was actually kind of cute before.

He breaks off the rebar and says he feels power.

The end.

Until next time!

Can we seriously get a nice end chapter screen, please?