#kill la kill au

[ratwithhands]

"Mind stopping for a quick check before class?"

I've been rewatching Kill La Kill and remembered an old concept I had stored away from last year. That one got scrapped ages ago for being hard to write, so I started on a clean slate for this one. I think if submas were at Honnōji Academy, they'd either be engineering tech for the cable car system linked to the school or they'd work in the disciplinary committee to look after students.

I'm still roughing some details out for this but basically their job is to catch all the students who get absolutely bodied during the plot and run them back to the infirmary so they can come in the next day. When there aren't big fight scenes to deal with, they mostly just patrol the halls to check on students and make sure people aren't hurting each other during school hours. Consider them student health and welfare agents I suppose. They do straightforward work and were granted two star goku uniforms to make sure they had the speed and strength necessary to carry and treat students in a timely manner. Can't have an active student body if it takes weeks to get through patching them all, right?

Anyways I might design a powered up form for these guys later. It likely wouldn't be much different, but it'd be something light for them to operate in. No room for accessories when you're resetting bones and dressing up burns; I might consider having their hats swap out for masks and wide collars for lab coat lapels. It'd be fun to have their enforcement tools get turned into medical/surgical implements too, though that's gonna take some testing.

Bonus time: someone asked for oil. Do not oil them.

Have a good day.

[ilovepannacotta]

AU time, it is always AU time >:)

@kattythingz did it again, her big, amazing and incredible brain consumes me and im so glad for that. She did Ed desing and the Au lore, you could see them on her account!! lets go go go!!!

Ling desing was made by your man here B) and you can see the whole thing under the cut (+ a little doodle lol)

As you can see, this is NOT his style. Ling is so fucking uncomfortable on these clothes but for plot sake he needs to suffer.

Important facts about his character:

He is a fake ass punk/goth guy

He is has a massive crush on a certain blonde with golden eyes

He had to learn to walk again when he worn those pants for the first time

Love so much Kat because she allows me to draw Ling in the most extravagant and tight-fitting clothes possible. I LOVE YOU GIRL, YOU ARE MY SIS.

Y AQUI SE ANDA TRAGANDO UNA CONCHA CON CHOCOLATE ABUELITA VIVA MEXICO ALV, his gay ass is extremly happy.

[kandy-sticks-zaza-blogs]

Klk AU MC

Wears a hoodie instead of sailor uniform

Masc and femme at the sametime

Why use heels when you could run and not wear a lingerie but a suit like Neon Genesis

Wanted revenge for their father same as Ryuko but a silent character who is funny.

The Kamui name is Shadowbringer.

Probably not a clone.

[multiversetravelingjournalist]

Kill la Kill: Stylish Symbiosis.

Worldbuilding.

The world has been ravaged by a long forgotten calamity.

All earth cultures are wiped from the face of the Earth.

New cultures arise in their stead. Untethered by past norms and grudges, yet repeating in some ways.

Most of humanity are now bonded with a Kamui.

Blades like Ryuko's half-scissor are more common.

Cultures have grown around the interactions of Kamui, Blades, and how they are viewed.

Kamui communicate with each other via eye contact and moving them in certain patterns when bonded to a host.

All Kamui clothing have eyes on them.

Kamui vary in number and color of eyes.

One culture have managed to fashion life fibers into magnificent wigs a la french aristocracy at the height of the revolution.

That same culture has a system for duels in which LF Blades are the prize.

Despite the devestation and resetting of global society, Honnoji Academy still exists and is a bastion for pre-calamity information.

Kamui are able to take on an active form, free from their host, after consuming enough blood.

Kamui can retain a humanoid form by continuing to consume blood.

Humanoid Kamui are basically colorful vampires.

Plot points

Ryuko Matoi

decides to wander the world as a diplomat for the Academy.

gets challenged to a duel and loses her scissor blade.

regains her scissor blade in another duel and gains a new friend.

gets invited to a party.

Manages to change Senketsu into a -- still revealing -- dress.

Learns belly dancing (complete with a change to Senketsu into an appropriate form).

Gains a sapphic harem.

[shutterandpencil]

Concerning a Drifter Covers

Book covers I made in Canva for my fanfic, Concerning a Drifter (link in the title).

[kill-la-kill-au]

Kill la Kill AU 26: That One Time (Canva Version)

I digress, using Canva is a pain the ass but I do like how this turned out. I'm still experimenting as I slowly work future strips.

[demodrawings]

i started watching kill la kill so yeah I drew stone in the outfit lol

[amo-ridere]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Kill la Kill (Anime & Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Kiryuuin Satsuki, Matoi Ryuuko Additional Tags: Original Child Characters, Aunty Satsuki, Aunts & Uncles, Unplanned Pregnancy, Surprise pregnancy, Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, Toddlers, Slice of Life, musings Series: Part 31 of One-Shots Summary:

Satsuki's musings about her niece

[peace-and-light-poetry]

Kiyoko

I dubbed this child "Kiyoko". She was no more than two when she made her way into my life. The idea was unexpected but my allowing her a presence to stay was even more unexpected. I couldn't exactly explain why but things seemed to fit together, after she came along.

It all started on a rainy day, when I went outside to check the mail, finding her asleep. She was rather small, smaller than any toddler I've seen, her hair was messy, she was pale, seemingly bruised and she wasn't dressed properly, wearing rather dirty and ragged clothes. Certainly, I didn't know what else to do but I couldn't just leave her outside and whoever her parents were certainly didn't care about her. As I carried her inside, it didn't take long for her to awake and, when she did, she promptly buried herself in my arms, craving warmth, something she seemed to be missing. I briefly made eye contact with her, as I was sitting her down on the sofa, and the little thing just smiled and threw her arms up the moment she was on it. "I take it that you'd want to be picked up." I said, obliging her.

There was something about me that she was drawn to. I couldn't imagine exactly what the child was drawn to, even more as Little Sister candidly put it, I am not the most softest or easily approachable person to be around. The little one thought differently, as she was happy to be in my presence, wrapped in my arms. Thinking of this, I wondered as to how her parents could be so cruel and, within, I felt a bitter rage, however, in feeling that rage, I felt a sense of duty. If her parents weren't up to the task of caring for her properly, then I may as well. I wasn't sure how to care for a child but I told myself that I'd learn how and that it had to start somewhere. It would start with giving the little one a name. I couldn't think of too many names but "Kiyoko" made the most sense, so I dubbed her "Kiyoko".

That was the first step and the second step was feeding her. I wasn't sure of what she could eat, so I settled on porridge since she seemed a bit emaciated and probably couldn't handle food that wasn't soft. As I predicted, she was famished as she ate it quicker than I would've thought. Thankfully, she didn't vomit it up. Of course, that left the subject of keeping her clean. She was too young to be toilet trained and probably didn't have much digestive control yet, so I had to find diapers. I recalled that Little Sister would often use my house for when she babysat and so there were supplies, so that problem was sorted. She still needed clothes and I didn't have anything that fit, though, a little sewing didn't hurt.  There, now, she was fed, cleaned, and, from what I gathered, pretty settled, smiling and cooing at me along the way.

That was four months ago and, by now, I had grown more used to caring for her and providing for her needs. Getting and keeping custody wasn't particularly hard, as the authorities couldn't locate her parents (good riddance), considering the state she was in, and that the little one was very keen on staying with me. Legally, I'm considered her "mother" but I didn't much care for being called that, so I became "Auntie". I'll always be "Auntie", as "Mama" or its variants carry far too much weight and call to mind of terrible memories, so I'm "Auntie". As stated before, the idea of taking on guardianship of a child was unexpected and the others were in disbelief.

  "Alright, Sis, I have to admit, this feels a little bizarre, people wouldn't peg you as the motherin' type." Ryuuko told me. I conceded to that but I reminded her that I am Kiyoko's "auntie". That confused Ryuuko more and asked her why I was having her refer to me as "Auntie" because the idea didn't make sense to her, even more because Kyoko couldn't say that name.

"Because I'm not comfortable with the word 'mother' or any variants of that title. It's a title I connect with my worse memories and carries far more weight, so I have her call me 'Auntie' instead."

"Okay, I'll bite, why'd you take her in?"

"I'm not really sure, to be honest, but the little darling gravitated to me pretty quickly and wouldn't let go."

"How did ya' even meet her?"

"I found her on my porch on a rainy morning. I couldn't just leave her there, so I brought her inside. As I've said before, she took to me immediately."

"Do you even know her birthday or how old she is?"

"No, but I think we'll celebrate the day I found her instead and that she's about two years old."

"This still doesn't feel real, Sis."

"You'll get used to her and, eventually, it'll be like she was always here."

"Do you even know how to be a mom, Sats?"

"Not quite but I'm willing to learn what isn't instinctive."

At that moment, I heard Kiyoko calling with her pronunciation of the word "embrace." before climbing into my lap, saying, "Tauntie!" I would make a point to tell Ryuuko that I didn't consider the thought of nor did I know that I wanted children, until I met Kiyoko because I knew she'd mention that I've never spoken about children or the idea of them before. I knew I've wanted a family, of course, I just hadn't factored children into the idea until currently. As we conversed more, Kiyoko decided to crawl into Ryuuko's lap. "Well, it seems that she likes you."

"Huh?"

"She's usually so shy but she crawled into your lap. She wouldn't crawl into your lap if she didn't feel safe enough to do it."

"Okay, if you're called 'Auntie', what does that make me?"

"I'm thinking whatever she designates for you. Her bond with me is unique, so I've designated myself with the name 'Auntie', while, in your case, she'll have something more unique to call you."

"Hmmm."

"See? I told you it'll be like she was always here."

Nonon was still skeptical. Adoption or the concept wasn't something she was familiar with and asked me if there was something about the little one I didn't know, providing a hypothetical about medical history, to which I said, "Well, the doctors told me she's shown signs of being physically abused, that she was malnourished, and that she's likely to walk with a slight limp due to one her bones healing from an untreated break."

"What if her parents want her back?"

"I don't think that'd be an issue. The authorities couldn't locate her parents and, if they wanted her, they would not have mistreated her in the first place. Besides, if they try to reclaim her, no court would agree to it, as she's been adopted and is under the Kiryuuin registry. She's an orphan, as far legalities go."

"Is having a baby something you can even juggle?"

"Hmm, I think I can manage. Kiyoko takes priority and, if I need a bit of respite, I'll have Ryuuko watch her, as she feels safe enough with her."

"Don't you think she'll ask questions?"

"Yes, and I'll give matter-of-fact age appropriate answers, regardless, I'll remind her that she's loved."

That bit stuck with Nonon and, before she could ask, I flatly responded, "Nonon, I, Satsuki Kiryuuin, have much love to give, and Kiyoko is quite loved, you see." I reminded her about Ryuuko and the Mankanshokus, explaining that my adoption of Kiyoko wasn't any different, because a family is a family. Privately, I wondered if Nonon was jealous and, if she was, I'd make absolute sure she'd keep that to herself.

  At one point, Houka offered to help find her parents, rather, something more about her, to which I told him, "Her parents were so cruel to her in these first two years of her life, so it's good riddance they're absent from her life. If they want to take her back, it'd only be because I'm wealthy, and, to be honest, if she wants to know more about herself, then she's free to try to find out more when she's old enough."

"How would you feel if she were to?"

"I'd be supportive but I wouldn't hold it against her. I know, deep within, she'll always be my baby, and I love her all the same."

  Uzu wondered how I could be so patient with her crying, to which I told him, "She's about two and can't talk fluently yet. She doesn't cry too much, as she's found other ways of communicating, just resorting to crying when she feels those ways aren't working." I explained that I have more of a reason to be more patient with her, as she's quite young, while he, Ryuuko, Mako, and the rest of the Four are old enough to behave I can have higher expectations with. Personally, I hadn't really liked loud noises, much less high pitched ones, however, Kiyoko is still so young, so working around it is something I managed to do.

   Mako took to the idea of Kiyoko immediately and, like with Ryuuko, Kiyoko seemed to gravitate to her immediately. To her, this new playmate is interesting and can be just as energetic as she is. Ryuuko, or, as she'd call her, "Smooch" is someone's lap she'd sit in but Mako is someone who could match her antics, someone she could have a romp with, when I haven't too much the energy on a day that I would otherwise.

Gamagoori opted to be supportive of the idea, even if he didn't quite understand. Kiyoko seemed to take to him, too, an interesting connection born from curiosity. She marveled at how small she seemed to be in comparison to him, as it seemed that she could be held in the palm of his hand, her little hands wrapped around his fingers and trailing after him, trying to gauge how tall he is. Surely, he still held onto some habits from our Honnouji days, opting to address her as "Lady Kiyoko".

   Iori was still much unsure. He told me as much, to which I told him what I told Nonon and Ryuuko. "Shiro, I knew I've wanted a family, however, I didn't know I wanted children, until I met Kiyoko. Eventually, it'll be like she's always been here." I told him. His rather serious expression turned into surprise and he asked me as to how many children I wanted.

"That's a rather silly question."

"Well, you said you didn't know you wanted children until you adopted Kiyoko."

"I haven't decided on that, to be honest, however, I think I'd opt for adoption, as opposed to giving birth, supposing I'm able to."

"Have you thought about marriage?"

"It's been a passing thought, really."

"Are you afraid Kiyoko will leave?"

"As her guardian, I'm supposed to raise her with the love, care, and guidance she'll need when she grows up and goes out into the world. It'll be bittersweet when that time comes, but, until then, I'm here and she's with me, a journey we both share."

"....."

"Some would think I'd expect a reward for adopting her but, if anyone were wondering, I'd say my reward for my care of her is seeing her happy, healthy, and thriving, a far cry from the mistreated little one I found my porch that day."

"If you could meet her parents, what would you say?"

"I'll be civil but I'd ask them as to how they could be so cruel to someone so loving and innocent. I'd tell them that I am grateful that they brought her into this world but I despise them for their cruelty. I'd remind them that their cruelty didn't win because she's loved and she thrives."

"Will you let her call you 'Mama' someday?"

"Perhaps, when she's much older and that's only if she decides, until then, I am 'Auntie' and I can't picture my life without her."

As I spoke, I thought about how things had become since Kiyoko came into my life. I remembered how she burrowed herself in my arms, how she wanted to be held, how I comforted her when the doctors stuck the IVs in, how I'd stay up through the night to ensure she could sleep so soundly or how I'd arise especially early to be there when she awakes, how she wailed when they tried to put her with a temporary guardian for the interim, how she greets me in that songbird voice of hers, how she's soothed when she listens to my heartbeat, how she tries to converse though most of it's babble, how she's easily entertained, and how, while I didn't know how to set right any wrong in the world, I did make Kiyoko's world a better place, starting with saving her life.

As I recalled, I wondered if, from within, I felt that "mother" was a title I had to earn and my unease towards being dubbed "Mother" came from that. Ragyo was Ryuuko's and my mother but she didn't live up to that title in any stretch of the word, though Ryuuko did get a substitute mother in the form of Sukuyo. The woman's sweetness, patience, and care is something I have yet to get used to but I do know that she's a role model for motherhood. Perhaps, if I shall need it, I'll ask Mrs. Mankanshoku for advice.

Thinking of Mrs. Mankanshoku, I opted to introduce Mako's parents to Kiyoko, since Mako talked so much about her. I knew they could love Kiyoko, too, seeing how she wasn't as shy in greeting them. No, her curiosity overrode her shyness, eagerly approaching these new people in her life, saying, "Embrace!", not shying or protesting when obliged. Cohesively, in a short span of time, Kiyoko gained a family.

I would suppose, in thinking and caring for her, this would be healing for me as well. I didn't realize it at the time but I suppose I would when she asked for the teddy bear on my bed. For some time, I couldn't really sleep (as well) without it but, for some reason, without a second thought, I ended up giving it to her to ease her sleep one stormy night. I couldn't quite put together why I was able to sleep well that night but I would suppose that I could rest assured that Kiyoko has several elements of a childhood. I didn’t have a childhood but I found more ha

[sillysiluriforme]

Il est kabyle

[methoughtsphantom]

Jason “my family doesn’t know im alive” Todd and Danny “my family doesn’t know I’m dead” Fenton going alongside each of their plans my beloved. like Danny will absolutely go head-to-head with all of Gotham to support his new best friend on all his crime lord endeavors while he drags Jason to also attend collage with him. They are roommates and there never seems to a mention of family from either side. It’s an unspoken understanding they have. They met because Crime alley as a ghost lair thrummed with so much loneliness, it was at first the perfect place for Danny to hide his ecto signature in. But then he saw the dumbass whose lair it was lean his motorcycle just a tad too much when making a sharp turn to an alley, he sweeped the floor through a lifted chain link that passed his body but not his helmet. Yep that’s right the red thing got stuck. Danny who at the moment happened to be watching through his window snorted. Much to his horror because if not a ghost that dude could’ve gotten his head flung off.

Still, the scene was ridiculous.

On a whim he irrationally sees the police closing in on the guy and panicked at the thought of the guy using intangibility to free himself so Danny phased them both through his apartment wall and left the guy sprawled in his couch. Jason didn’t freak out but that’s normal when one’s got a concussion, one the guy immediately denied having as Danny laid out the medical supplies. The idiot proceeded to almost flatten four steps to the door with his stubbornness. He also said “I’m asexual” in the most deadpan voice as Danny dropped him back in the couch.

Danny sighed. Clearly though, he’d done so too early in the night because the guy kept trying to go, kept trying to knock Danny out, kept trying to slash him with knifes Danny didn’t know he had stashed. He’d only disarmed the guy from his guns. The visible ones apparently, cause at one point the guy did take out a gun and shoot until the ammo ran out and then teetered the thing like it was an art prop and hit his moon lamp.

Danny "yeah you aren’t officially my friend until you’ve tried to kill me" fenton my guys.

Anyways both keep having the same argument over if Danny technically kidnapped Jason or not. Danny holds the fact that the police at least didn’t see the guy make the ridicule. Jason argued that happened cause he was sporting a concussion. Danny argued he got that after.

Jason at first thinks the guy's a meta, but no. Danny introduces himself, sheepily now that he recognizes this is who the lair he invaded is from. He bandages him and tries to cook for him. If Danny didn’t have ice powers he most certainly would’ve burned the apartment. Jason then proceeds to kick him out of his own kitchen and make them both enchiladas. It’s the most normal both had in a while with another person and the air seems oddly settled. From then on, Jason constantly invited himself over, under the pretense that this was his territory and therefore he could drop in unannounced. Danny who has actual powers says he only allows this because Jason cooks very well.

Danny stays away from the crime fighting business unless his buddy is in deep shit he can’t get himself out. Also it’s Danny’s turn to cover for his vigilante friend which Sam and Tucker give him so much shit for. (but also advice)

And they were roommates. (omg) Danny effectively derails Jason’s big comeback plans by casually dropping ghost lore every two days. Like,

Jason, talking about how he doesn’t want Bats snooping on his territory:

Danny: Just don’t let them in

Jason: ??

Danny: yeah!! Hasn’t Batman died and got revived??? You can totally kick out death touched people you don’t want entering on your lair.

Jason: …I can?

Danny: Yep dude, your lair’s supposed to feel safe.

Jason: wait does that mean I can kick you out?

Danny: First this is my apartment. Second, im dead, not dead touched. Third, it’s too late to get rid of me. bitch.

Anyways Jason is super excited. You mean to tell him he can actually deny people over to his territory haunt?? (Yes it’s only to people who have died and came back but still!! The sample size is exactly the type of people he doesn’t want to see—!)

Joker my beloathed can’t step foot in Crime Alley.

(Jason’d feel a lot safer if the clown was dead but the possibility of his murderer turning into a ghost and their little loophole not applying on the clown is too scary to contemplate.)

Anyways, Jason loves experimenting with the power. It can go from simply making people shudder and not want to enter crime Alley to straight up not letting them enter like there’s an invisible wall blocking the way.

Jason because he’s hurt that Bruce never even patrols Crime Alley and also because he’s petty put B under the category of “invisible wall” blacklist. His reasoning is that the man doesn’t even attempt to enter Crime Alley. To him it’s surely just a place shadowed in tragedy. (anyways that’s it’s the place he met Jason)

Ironically, Jason totally forgets that Batman does venture into Crime Alley one day in the whole year. The day he met Jason.

Okay. He didn’t forget at first. The first year Jason remembers cause it was only a few months till then but then the next— Jason forgets that today’s the anniversary of the day’s Bruce’s parents died. He forgets to allow B in when he feels a slight tug and dismiss the feeling that prompts Bruce to investigate because he literally can’t enter Crime Alley. He starts the trialsTM, he scouts on the very edge and sees people the whole day enter and get out and cross with no problem but Bruce can’t.

It’s literally just Bruce.

Time to call Constantine, i guess.

[capesch-arts]

LA-KiY AU OC, Richard Joy. Currently The King's High Priest after the previous one, his father, was killed by Arthur and Parker. (They tried to arrest him, but things escalated).

Richard is a special human to The King. He has the honour of speaking directly to The King and becomes his eyes, ears, and mouth as The King's new High Priest.

Heehee finally finished the page huhuhu.

Short explanation:

Before he transitioned, he was a student in art uni who loved sculpting. He had forced himself to conform with his previous identity and convinced himself that he was fine with it though the truth was more that he rejected the cult his father ran. His father had told him that The King would accept him and value his skill as an artist above human social standards.

One day, he decided to prove to himself that he is content with his identity and body by sculpting a full body statue of himself. He couldn't finish it as the more he chiseled, the more horrid his body looked. He stopped in frustration and turned away from his work. But, when he looked upon the statue again, a yellow glow seemed to illuminate the statue and mold it into another form. It became the body that Richard dreamed to have. He was enchanted but also horrified at the event. He ran away to his bedroom with high fever and forced himself to sleep.

That night, Richard dreamt of The King's embrace. Steady and gentle hands traced his body that did not fit him. Then, pain and agony. His body chiseled and broken over and over again, before many arms embraced him as if holding a newborn child.

When Richard woke up in the morning, he found himself changed into someone new. For the first time, he felt like who he was supposed to be. Happy was an understatement. He decided he needed to offer something back to The King in Yellow to express his gratitude.

Back in his art uni, he decided he would sculpt a statue of The King. He imagined the same King he met in his dream and allowed his body to be moved as stone meets chisel. Students and lecturers passed by and were drawn to the statue, as if a hidden force was guiding them.

The stone didn't carve like normal, it changed, transformed, as if something was filling it. Finally, it became the form of The King in Yellow. Everyone who observed it snapped back to reality, and as their screams filled the scene, The King, possessing the statue, ate away at their sanity. Richard only had eyes for The King.

Ref 👇

Feel free to ask about him if ya want. Hehe.

[pareidolla]

(exasperated) the opportunist's insistence we bury the pain so that we could remain eternally, happily imprisoned within the cabin in HEA implies that, if he were in the driver's seat, he would have agreed to the networked wild route. my guy why are you like this

[tboyblaze]

autism rules

[shutterandpencil]

"Raincoat Girl"

Yes, "Raincoat Girl" has a name. She's "Ryuuko" and this is what she looks like in one of my fics, as how Nonon (an urban explorer) describes her. I tried my best to make her streak stand out but I couldn't (no, in this fic, it's not red, it's more like a silver).

I might commission someone to redraw this but I haven't the funds, right now.

Materials: Pencil, Chinese ink, brush pen, manga markers, fine tipped markers, colored pencil, acrylic paint, nail polish, and stencils

[kill-la-kill-au]

Kill la Kill AU 30: Mommy Comes Home! (reformatted)

Thinking about it, I might use collages to better format these. As long as they're readable, I think I'll be okay.