#kenjo’s au

[rainystressed247]

Let me tell you about this wonderful magical boy au by @kenjo-arts

I love love the design and it has been plaguing me for a longggg time until I relent and did it. I am a prisoner to this au 🥹

[dreamsclock]

CDreams like exile this fucking lama and the rest of L'manberg stares at him like, sir that's an animal

be honest. if given the chance, we would all exile a llama like llama au ctommyinnit . like let's be real

[theshadinglord]

Ok this gives me a lot of nostagy, didn't expect someone to do this au but at the same time I shouldn't be that surprised but welp.

SBI Character sheets for my Ma//doka Magica AU!

[cdroloisms]

hey so i gotta ask. wtf happens in ff!verse

@kenjo-arts

well sam has five baby, first of all 🥳

[clover-paatch]

Some art for the Magical Boy/Madoka AU by @kenjo-arts :D I really love all their outfits and I drew Dreams as a little warm up today ^_^

[anglepsycho]

So you guys remember the Stumbling Graces au with the shitpost Dynamo x Kenji Sato slow burn I had an idea of?

Well-

Yeahhhhhhhh......

(Keep in mind too, I've got the main comic and this one AND an mlp/Transformers infection au going on, autism slaps sometimes but man I did not expect MULTIPLE HANDS-)

((Also also, his eyes are hexagonal just like the movie so this is the first officially Bandai technically nonodoroid figure I've ever bought, so Kenjo the propaganda worked-))

[a-non-ymouswriter]

Did you know an artist on Twitter(kenjo) made a madoka magica x dsmp crossover au like you ?? They got a lot of really pretty sick and cool designs :0 !!!

no, i didn't know! i don't have twitter (or 'x' whatever) so whatever happens on twitter is something i don't know unless it's been made into a tumblr post!

i'd like to see the designs though, it sounds cool :D

[error-dream-was-found]

I was tagged by @bleue-flora <3

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs

Works, not including posted ones:

Sweet Little Nightmares

Demon au

Demon au 2

Superhero au 1 (traumatized villain Dream)

Superhero au 2 (found family time)

Superhero au 3

Scientist Sam au

Blind Quackity au

Ender chest torture

Tommy, Dream and Quackity try home-made therapy (chaos ensures)

Tangled au

Guard dog au inspired story

Blob Dream au

Mumza adopts Dream

Okay .... who didn't do this yet (please forgive me if you done it and I just missed it) ... @1wn8ure, @the-final-sif, @lvk4-blr, @llitchilitchi, @whumpsday, @cgogs, @theminecraftbox, @bonesandthebees, @box-architecture, @dreamsclock, @kenjo-arts, @strawberryseamstress, @kiuda and @pomellon

[brightest-star2]

was tagged by @charles-simmons thank you!!

Last song: currently listening to Faith by The Weeknd (although considered mainstream, I quite enjoy his music? I've been watching a lot of youtube music deepdives. Also this song in particular is on the playlist of one of my dnf AUs, called Disturbia)

Fav color: hm I don't think I really have one? I like shades of purple and blue, and warm colors like orange, and natural/muted colors in general

Last movie/tv show: Spider-Man: No Way Home with Tom Holland. Was somehow not as good as I remember, I feel like I'm falling out of love with the mcu. The actors did an amazing job tho, I cried at May's death even though I don't like her in the mcu

Sweet, spicy, or savory: Savory over Sweet anytime, I'm choosing chips over chocolate. I don't get along too well with spicy food (I'm too white lmao)

Relationship status: single like a pringle and don't want to mingle 💜🤍🖤💚

Last google search: medieval maps of Lübeck (research for uni essay, it's a german city famous for marzipan)

Current obsession: ...my essay that's due next monday xD uni work aside, I've been thinking a lot about my sonas and their interactions lately. does that count as a form of self reflection? possibly

tagging! <3

@jun-hug @kenjo-arts @milktearosethorn @mello-when-hi @michygranger23 @cdrream @sunflowersteps @shroommars

[lightningonatether]

About the plushie au: kinda strange how plushie is a pallas cat creature when creepers are afraid of cats, huh? Do you think there's something to be said about that? Being your own enemy or something?

kenjo got an ask about this concerning my plush sammie recently too :D seems like ppl are catching on

to answer that.... originally the idea for a pallas cat was mainly because he FLOFFY. however sam is still afraid of cats and avoids them like All creepers do. thats really all there is to it when it comes to keeping with minecraft canon.

i thinks its less being your own enemy for sam and more being afraid to face yourself. sam is not good at confronting himself about Anything. He is confident that hes right all the time. at the tiniest sign of self reflection he tucks tail and runs. THATS sams cat, if we're gonna say anything about creepers being afraid of cats at all

[yuriko-mukami]

My Different Fandom OCs

…and their species

First of all, I have to say that most of my OCs are fandomless unless you count my own books as fandoms. So, I have tons of OCs but not too many fandom OCs, and even fewer I have actually roleplayed. 

Tagged by: @lucidesunderstander

Tagging: @nalia-tsukino @mermaid--bride @hanakohanabe @strawberry--bride

Pictures: Picrew, Pinterest, and my drawings (some of them rather old)

My Diabolik OCs

I have a full family of kitsune OCs for this fandom but I’m going to list only the ones I actively roleplay.

Tsukino Yuriko / Mukami Yuriko

Species: Kitsune 

Yuriko is my main RP character and also my comfort character. She is shipped with Mukami Ruki. But honestly, you all already knew that. You can read her canon story here.

Tsukino Yuuto

Species: Kitsune 

Yuuto is Yuriko’s big brother. He has his own blog (@yuuto-tsukino) on Tumblr, but I mostly RP as him privately. He is shipped with Tsukino Nalia (@nalia-tsukino), who is my friend’s OC.

Kitsui Himiko

Species: Kitsune 

Himiko is a distant relative of Yuriko and Yuuto but doesn’t know anything about them. I only RP as her privately. She is shipped with Homura Shinji who is my friend’s OC.

Minor DL OCs I roleplay occasionally

Kozima Mineko

Kozima Kenjo

Kozima Toshi

Kozima Toru

Species: Kitsune 

Inari

Species: Kami

My OCs in the Other Fandoms

All of them are human. I don’t roleplay as them anymore.

Ana May Minth

Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean

I honestly can’t remember much about her. She is a fiery waitress from Tortuga and got caught in the pirate business. She has a situationship with Captain Jack Sparrow.

Jane Sparrow

Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean

Jack Sparrow's little sister from a different mother. She is a supporting character in a fan fiction story I wrote (The Hot Winds of the Caribbean), but I also included her in the same RP as Ana. She has no ship, but she wants one, meaning a boat kind of ship.

Aikiwa Yume

Fandom: Naruto

A young woman who didn’t know about her origins. She started as a self-insert (Afi) but grew as her own character, and I gave her another name.

Akatsuki ordered Uchiha Itachi and Hoshigaki Kisame to kidnap Yume without telling them the reason. Later, it was revealed she had been brought out of Konoha before Itachi had slaughtered his whole clan, so she is actually an Uchiha, too.

Yume is shipped with Itachi, and I wrote a 150 000 word story “The Red Dawn” based on that roleplay. The RP story is an AU where Itachi survives but becomes blind after his fight with Sasuke. Yume has twins with him at the end of the story.

[rainystressed247]

Your art is absolutely lovely. What is your favorite AU you have done, and AU someone else made?

Thank you!!!! Now this is different from the previous ask in a sense that it is not an issue with drawing them! If I have to admit, concept wise, my fav is going to be the chess queen (arguably a co-AU back in my discord days), witch!dream and syndicate dream!

As for other’s AUs, I have always thoroughly enjoyed @kenjo-arts magical boy and mermaid pieces and I have been wanting to study the rabbit hole that is the birdhouse but I just haven’t had the time to fully understand it all. (On the bright side, I did read scream eureka so that’s a start, right? Right?)

@simplepotatofarmer ‘s rival centric AUs are also god send. I am sitting at the edge of my seat with all the delicious fic and I have to say I am very excited for further instalment of the black dog AU!

[dreamsclock]

“So let me get this straight,” Techno deadpans, face perfectly straight, “you’re layin’ eggs.”

( HAPPY VERY BELATED CHRISTMAS @kenjo-arts !!! you wanted emeraldduo and dream interactions or one of your aus so i combined both ^_^ i Hope You like it AND THANK YOU FOR BEING SO PATIENT. I LOVE U <333)

(THANK YOU @the-final-sif FOR RUNNING YHIS :])

Dream scowls. Under the glare and the shadow of his mask, his face is flushed. “Look,” he says, “I’m not— I didn’t even want to tell you. But–”

“But you did,” Philza jumps in, bemused, “I don’t really get why, though.”

If looks could kill, both members of the Syndicate would be dead thrice over. Instead, they remain unaffected as Dream’s cheeks turn warm enough to fry an egg – bad choice of words, Techno thinks, all things considered. He sure hopes Dream doesn’t actually fry his eggs: he really doesn’t want to get into the logistics of egg-infanticide with his dubious ally-turned-bestie.

Said bestie, however, is pulling out a clutch of eggs he holds protectively to his chest as if he expects Techno and Philza to snatch them away and begin jumping on them in malicious glee. When Philza moves closer in curiosity, Dream has a sword out before either of them can blink, unwavering and firm.

Philza raises his hands in surrender and lets out a little clucking noise. Techno thinks it’s supposed to be soothing. It sort of just sounds like a chicken. “Easy, mate,” he reassures, “I’m just looking. They’re pretty.”

“Obviously,” Dream says, half-preening, “they're mine.”

And they are pretty, Techno supposes, not that he cares much about eggs. They’re pale green and freckled with darker shades, five of them huddled in Dream’s arms. It’s impossible to tell what will hatch from them, though he sure isn’t thinking too hard about it. He’ll find out in due time, probably: one of them already has feather-light cracks speckling its side, while the others are pristine, unmoving.

…He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Dream so proud and protective over something of his before. He can’t decide if this is positive character development or not.

“I… wanted you guys to… like, hold onto them for me. For now.” Dream looks uncertain, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. In the pale light of the snow, his face is pale and drawn. “I will… come and get them. After tomorrow is over.”

“You mean the shit you’re pulling with Tommy.” Philza surmises, his expression flattening and tightening just slightly. He’s not forgotten the state Tommy had come to them in after exile: neither has Techno, who notices the way Dream’s shoulders straighten and his face grows deliberately impassive, when Philza’s anger makes itself known in the shape of one ruffling wing. “That’s tomorrow, isn’t it?”

“...Yeah, it is.” Dream allows, and says nothing more about his plans or his thoughts on the matter. Instead, he very gently and very carefully wraps the eggs in a blanket, swaddling the five of them so that only the tips of them are visible, before handing them over to Techno. His expression tightens into one of wistful yearning for a fraction of a second, before it disappears entirely behind that white porcelain mask. “I can’t take them with me, and… I don’t have any other allies. So. You know. We’re not exactly friends, but… I can pay you for it.”

Techno wants, for a wild moment, to pry the mask from his face and unearth Dream’s feelings about the eggs. His kids, he supposes.

He doesn’t do anything so lame or uncharacteristic. Rather than that, he accepts the bundle of eggs, handling them carefully, and– oh god, he cringes when one of them wiggles inquisitively. They’re warmer than he’d thought, thrumming with a quiet energy he faintly recognizes from the deepest, most inner parts of the server: which makes sense, considering they’re eggs from the admin of the SMP. Expecting anything less than slightly magical is dumb.

The aforementioned admin of the SMP shifts from foot to foot. He looks like he might grab the eggs back and make a run for it.

Taking pity on him, Techno clasps the bundle a little more securely, and offers his ally a firm nod and shrug. “Ehh, don’t worry about paying,” he says easily, “I just re-retired. I could do with somethin’ occupying my time. Even if it is five eggs.”

Philza squawks a laugh. “Never took you for a babysitter,” he teases, even as Dream relaxes fractionally, “what a career change. Never would’ve expected it.”

Techno shoots his friend a mock-glare. “I’ll have you know I have the credentials,” he says, haughtily, “you should’ve seen me before the Empire, Phil. You should’ve seen me. I was the pinnacle of babysitting, man. The pinnacle.”

“I bet.”

Dream whispers to you: so you’ll look after them for me??

When he turns to Dream, the man isn’t looking at him. He’s toying with the edge of his cloak, gloved fingers thin and shallow, and that’s when Techno realizes with a terrible clarity that Dream doesn’t plan on coming back for a long, long time.

His grip on the eggs tighten.

He’s hardly paternal, but he is loyal, to a fault.

You whisper to Dream: you have my word

And when Dream pearls away, leaving Techno with five eggs and a wonkily hand-stitched blanket, he knows it’s the last time they’ll see each other like this.

***

“Do you still have them?” Dream croaks in prison, throat slick with blood and voice hoarse from screaming. Techno wonders how long it’ll last before it gives out completely. Wonders if Dream’s voice might disappear entirely overnight. He barely uses it anymore.

“The eggs?” Techno asks, and his lips press when Dream nods. “I mean, not— not with me, Dream. Listen, I’m no Dad Of The Year, but I know not to bring five hatching eggs into a prison, alright. Jeez.”

Dream misses the rest of his ramble. His eyes light up for the first time when Techno speaks. “Hatching?” He repeats, as if he hardly believes his own words. “Like— You mean hatching hatching. Actually hatching.”

“No, no, the fake hatching.” Techno can’t keep the amused grin off his face despite his sarcasm. “I mean, they were pretty cracked when I left for here. They’re not about to start dancin’ around, but there’s not long now. Probably.”

The expression on Dream’s face is one he’s never seen before. It’s strange, wild. Hopeful.

“Okay,” his ally-turned-friend says, “okay. My eggs are hatching. So we’ve gotta get out of here.”

The firm tone is a switch from the hollow desperation he’d yelled at him before. (You were my only way out of here!) There’s determination, now, there’s reason to escape: reason, Techno knows now, for Dream to fight.

So he pushes an empty book across the scorch-marked obsidian to Dream, and offers a nod and an instruction. “Write down everything you can about this prison, Dream. I’m gonna need it if we’re breakin’ out of here.”

Dream flashes him an almost-grin, and it’s thin and exhausted and bright, and Techno watches him pick up the pen, and start to write.

***

“So.”

Dream doesn’t even look up from his dead-eyed staring contest with the wall. He just flips his middle finger in Techno’s vague direction, a silent shut up, before letting his arm fall limply at his side again.

“Soooo.”

Dream’s eye twitches. “So what?”

“I feel like we should discuss naming rights.”

“We— what?”

“Well,” Techno reasons, “it’s kind of joint custody of the eggs at this point. Sure, you birthed them—”

“That’s not how—”

“You birthed them, but I stopped Steve from eatin’ them. And believe me, that was a hard task, Dream. Almost impossible. Steve put up a valiant fight. He almost had them.”

That gets Dream’s attention. Eyes narrowing, mouth thinning into an annoyed scowl, he shuffles closer to Techno. Techno gets the impression he’s supposed to feel intimidated by Dream’s pout. “You let my eggs near a polar bear?” He demands, horror in his voice. “Techno. Seriously.”

“You remembered,” Techno beams, “you remembered Steve. Listen, you say we’re not friends, but this feels pretty friendly. I dunno. I’m just saying.”

“This— That’s not the point!”

“But no, I didn’t.Like I said, I won the battle. Steve fought hard, but I won. Good thing I’d been trainin’ so much recently. Any less and I think the eggs would’ve been breakfast.”

Dream’s eye twitches. “I don’t know why I even trusted you with them,” he mutters, antsy, “anything could happen to them.”

Techno scoffs, and offers Dream a trustworthy, reassuring look. “Dream, do I look like the kind of guy to let anything bad happen to your children?”

Dream stares dubiously back. “Yeah,” he says, “you do.”

…That doesn’t hurt his feelings, nope, not at all. He shoots his friend a pensive look. “When I get home, I’m gonna give your eggs to Philza,” he threatens, “he’ll put them in his nest. Don’t push me.”

“…You wouldn’t.”

“I would. Pass me another potato, nerd.”

The potato Dream throws at him bounces against his arm and clatters on the floor next to a splatter of blood. Techno wrinkles his nose. “Dude,” he says, “prison is lame.”

“Keep the eggs far away from Philza’s nests,” Dream warns, “or prison will get worse for you.”

***

You whisper to Philza: btw where are the eggs right now

Philza whispers to you: Why

You whisper to Philza: just answer the question phil

You whisper to Philza: where are the eggs right now

Philza whispers to you: They’re not in my fucking nest

You whisper to Philza: phil

Philza whispers to you: I’m taking them out of my nest and putting them back

Techno breathes a sigh of relief, and glances over at a fitfully sleeping Dream. “Crisis averted,” he mutters out loud, and then, “Chat, don’t be snitches. What Dream doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.”

***

And Techno’s not hurt when the eggs are the first thing Dream checks when he gets to the Syndicate. Pft, why would he be? It’s not like he’s the one that helped free him or anything, nah, course not.

“All I’m saying,” he grumbles to a cackling Philza, “is that the eggs didn’t sit in prison for three months with him. I’m not jealous, Phil. I’m not jealous. That would be crazy. They’re eggs. Not even that cool. But—”

“For fuck’s sake,” his friend laughs at him, “go inside and show him where his eggs are. He’ll be tearing the house apart looking for them.”

And Philza’s right. Dream is already pulling the chests apart searching for his eggs, as if Techno hadn’t stored them somewhere safer the very moment he’d escaped Pandora’s Vault the first time.

“Where are they?” Dream demands.

Techno nods to the wall. “I’ve been callin’ it the Baby Backrooms.” He says, proudly. “Though it’s kind of more of a Baby Hideout. Doesn’t sound as cool, though.”

A couple of swift strokes with his pickaxes tears open the wall, and reveals four large eggs, cracked but safe, huddled together in the corner of a light blue room. Dream’s gaze softens when he sees them, and steps inside, narrowly missing the bedtime story Techno’s been reading them most nights. Sun Tzu isn’t light reading, but hey, Techno’s determined to make incredible battle strategists of them yet. One of the eggs likes it the most: it wriggles whenever he pulls the book out, and he hates playing favourites, but he has to say, he’s got the most faith in that one.

“I’m back,” Dream breaks the silence to say to his eggs, kneeling down beside them and gently tracing the thick fractures along the curve of the darkest green one, “hey, hi, hi! Did you miss me?”

Techno doesn’t point out that eggs can’t talk for two reasons. The first is that he thinks Dream might actually murder someone if his moment with the eggs is disturbed. The second, slightly more alarming reason is that one of the eggs are missing.

When he’d left the room before, there had been five eggs in that room. The four now aren’t exactly inspiring him with confidence. Dream is really going to kill him if he’s lost a whole egg in the space of, like, four hours.

Dream scoops up the eggs, and turns to face Techno. There’s a look of relief on his face that’s so raw and unfiltered that it takes Techno a moment to recognise what he’s seeing. It’s like a part of Dream that had been missing during prison has been returned to him: Techno realizes with a pang that that’s exactly the case.

“I have a question,” Niki chimes in from behind them, “I have lots of questions.”

When Techno turns, she’s holding a tiny miniature version of… Dream himself.

“Mama,” it squeaks, reaching out to Dream, “Mama.”

Dream melts, right there and then.

***

“So… you laid this.”

Even someone blessed with the patience of a saint would have snapped by now. Dream, who is neither blessed nor patient, seems to be on the verge of murder someone: specifically, Tommy, who hasn’t stopped asking questions since he’d appeared at Techno’s door with questions. Four months had been enough time to solve the conflict between the server (…mostly), but it seems like Tommy’s boundaries don’t include tiny little green blobs like Dream’s newly hatched eggs running about the SMP.

“I already told you,” Dream says, “I didn’t lay them. They just appeared as eggs.”

“So you… make eggs,” Tommy says, “and then you like, you black out, and then you like wake up and find the eggs. Egg amnesia. Egg-nesia.”

Dream very visibly counts to ten in his head. Techno can’t stop himself from smirking and joining in.

“Yeah, Dream, I’m not gettin’ the science behind this whole thing,” he drawls, “can you explain it again?”

“You—” Dream splutters. A tiny version of himself with a green cloak travels by on one of the dogs, and throws himself into Dream’s arms. Dream cradles him absentmindedly. “We live in a world with a revive book and a randomly implemented three life system, and you’re confused about eggs?”

“I get it,” Tubbo says wisely, “sometimes every man reaches an age where he must lay an egg.”

“…That’s… actually not true,” Dream says, “most people don’t produce eggs randomly from thin air.”

“Who did you produce them with?” Tommy asks. “Was it George Not Found? Oh, that’s so weird. You’ve made it weird, Dream.”

“How have I made it weird? I—” Cutting himself off, Dream’s head perks up. “Hang on,” he says, “Philza’s trying to take one of my new eggs.”

Tommy’s face drops into total stupefaction. “It happened again?!” He demands. “When will the horror end?”

“What is wrong with you?” Dream groans, pushing himself to his feet and very carefully handing over his baby to Techno. “Look after Ray for me. I swear to God, if Philza is building a nest around my eggs again…”

He doesn’t finish his threat. Nevertheless, his warnings of violence are clear. Techno silently wishes Philza luck, and shifts his hold so that he’s juggling both the baby and the book in his other hand.

“I still think we should think about naming one of your eggs after me,” he says, “I was such a great babysitter. That’s why they turned out so great.”

Dream, halfway out the room, turns slowly, and gives him a very incredulous look.

“You think you were a good babysitter? So you think letting my babies play with Steve was a good idea?”

“They didn’t die,” Techno protests. “They were fine.”

“There comes a time where every man must fight a polar bear.” Tubbo says solemnly

“Tubs,” Tommy tells him, “that’s just not true. Wilbur just told you that because I wanted to see you be mauled horrifically by a bear.”

“Oh.”

“You could call one baby Blade,” Techno calls over Tubbo and Tommy. Dream laughs. “It’s not very creative, and a little hurtful, but hey, it sounds pretty cool, alright, it sounds pretty awesome. Or— Tech. I’d be fine with Tech.”

“I’m not naming a baby after you.”

Dream rolls his eyes as he walks out, but there’s a grin on his face.

You whisper to Dream: can i at least be godfather

Dream whispers to you: only if you gaslight tommy into thinking he was an egg once

You whisper to Dream: you drive a hard bargain

You whisper to Dream: it’s a deal

“Hey Tommy,” Techno calls out, “you remember being an egg? I still have pictures of you somewhere from before you were hatched.“

The look of absolute horror on Tommy’s face is priceless, and the knowledge of the title godfather makes him grin all the brighter.

[hiding-in-the-vault]

HHHEEEEEEE

THHEEYYYYYYYYYYY

AAAAAAA

Thank you Kenjo ily I adore it :’( looks so clean and good and I’m going to hang it on my wall brb <3 <3 <3

@hiding-in-the-vaults c!Dream and the annoying fairy bugging him

[pearlescent--skies]

Dragonsdawn

Part 1, Original parasites Colonists There are 130-140ish people, (I’m using Sariel’s guide to Pern, which includes non-humans, and 6 families of unknown size), named in Dragonsdawn; 7 of them known to be children , and 24 are known to be born on Pern. This IS technically enough that you could have a colony, and given that they brought genebanks with them, the colony wouldn’t even have to be inbred to hell. Unfortunately, this DOES require every couple to have several children, and all of THEIR kids to have several kids, which is kind of unfair for these children who didn’t ask to be stranded on a alien planet with no hope of escape (THEY ARE LITERALLY MAKING SURE OF IT (God forbid you change your mind and want to leave the planet where DEATH RAINS FROM THE SKY)). It also expects all of the colonists to be competent, which they demonstrably ARE NOT. Thus, I’d up the colonist population to 500ish, in the hopes that we get some people who actually know jack about shit, and enough people who are willing to have kids, biological, adopted, or IVF/Banked. Secondly, There are only 18 dragons who survived the first hatching, one of which dies, and I REALLY don’t think that’s enough for a viable breeding program. The first hatching had 27 eggs, and Wind Blossom was making more, that hatched into 4 whers (justice for whers, justice for Wind Blossom! One of the only sane people here!) While they DID have to abandon Landing, I don’t see why they couldn’t have saved the INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT genetic engineering equipment, besides the fact that the people in charge were overconfident morons. Let’s say in this AU, we had sane people in charge, who understood the concepts of inbreeding, eugenics, and invasive species. This would be a MASSIVE change to the entire setting of Pern, Minor Notes: Names

Kitti Ping Yung should be renamed to Katharine Ping Yung. Give the poor woman some dignity. (a hard ask, since the asian women are named like strippers, although that’s true of all of the female background characters, tbh) Wind Blossom’s name should be Yung Xiaohua, since Wind Blossom is not a Chinese name, and this is a closeish literal translation that is used as a name. Chio-Chio Yoritomo is just Chio Yamamoto. I don’t know why she decided to double up her name like that, and Yoritomo is the FIRST name of a actual historical person. Desi Arthied: Worst last name known to man. Possibly a corruption of Arbied, which is his new last name. The Fusaiyuki family. Yuki is a perfectly acceptable last name, Fusaiyuki isn’t anything at all, and when I googled Fusai, it turns out it means a liability/dissapointment, which while accurate to how I feel about McCaffery’s choices, isn't going to be someone’s last name. Kenjo and Ito, however, are real names, albiet uncommon, so they pass. There are also SEVERAL people who are only identified with a single name, but this post is getting long as is, so I’m not going over them

Also looking over this list, almost all the people noted as “under suspicion”, who are major antagonists, or are otherwise problematic are implied to be of color. FFS McCaffery.

[cgogs]

angela ilu but what the fuck is this.

Like a years worth of au shenanigans between four people. Listen im only responsible for the left side of the graph and the birdhouse derivatives.

JMAH is kat and dr3s baby girl that i technically inspired. Coparent is me and kats baby. Forced family is kenjos. timeline fuckery is an inherent part of JMAH so after mayfair (one of its established endings) we kinda figured hey. what if ee threw in. c!dream, from the first loop. and then well . Yeah