#kill la kill au

[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.

[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]

That one post, about how everyone has an akuma mark- that wouldn't be the case, and if anything that makes it worse. An akuma (or two) a day for several years is 1,000 people, maybe 2,000. Paris has a population of 10 million. So not that many people. But consider the suffering. Being a non-akuma'd person knowing your life is forever changed, possibly in quarantine forever, all because a small handful of people couldn't keep calm. (we know it's not their fault, but blame must land somewhere and hawkmoth is distant and unseen...). To watch as your future, or your children's future crumbles, because no one in or out means limited opportunities. There'd be riots (and more akuma possibilities). But to be one of the targeted? To have the suspicion (because akumas do strike twice, thrice, or more...) and the blame (if you'd just stay calm, if you just said no...). To lose an entire day of your life, watching as everyone you loved looks fearfully or angrily towards you (what did you do? what did you say?), to lose your job (what if it happens again? or was it because of your job?). To watch everything get worse, because of course: Any disruption to Paris would be Catastrophic. The paris region produces a GDP of 1 TRILLION dollars. 1/3rd of France's GDP. A day's disruption could cost billions of dollars. Even if property gets repaired, time still moves forward- a day not worked is a day where things dont get done. Things like road maintenance, court dates, repairs to water pipes, electrical generation, surgeries, and so on. Critical workers would need to get a suicidal level apathy towards akumas, because if they stopped work everytime one appeared then lives would be lost to power shortages, lack of medical care, and water. All the traffic supplying goods every day- even if they don't get inspected going in or out, any changes to that would raise prices in a heartbeat. Refrigeration becomes unreliable, as powerlines could be cut whenever. Education goes rock bottom, as who can focus when something's happening every day? Desperation rises, as there's nowhere to go, goods are more expensive or unavailable, jobs are in short supply because so many places go out of business, or outright leave.

God, forget the holders, forget the akumas, forget the reality warping little-g gods, the sheer decay of Paris would be enough to make this AU nightmarish. If Paris remains under akuma quarantine for long enough, the effects would become exponential. As businesses leave, the money disappears. Goods become critical, as a city that big needs an entire nation to feed it (but without the money, who would bother selling to Paris?). Infrastructure becomes abandoned, as cost cutting and triage prioritizes only critical locations. The government moves elsewhere (how could they function otherwise?) taking jobs, money, and focus away from the city. Homelessness, joblessness, poverty become the norm, as with inconsistent power and deliveries, how can businesses operate? Hawkmoth is murdering the city of love, over his own doomed love.

Paris becomes a colossal burden on the french economy, a nightmarish battleground and a looming threat to the world. The country is left with a hellish choice: Let the city sink on it's own, or be dragged down with it?

[YOU FUCKING GET IT ANON. YOU EXACTLY GET IT.]

[ladyddanger]

thinking about the events of the dsmp hundreds of years later being just a bunch of stories.

In a village nestled between tall pines children play Manberg Vs Pogtopia, the names of nations and reasons for war long forgotten as they hit each other with sticks and tackle their friends to warm summer grass.

When their mothers tuck them in that night they tell them stories of a snowy wasteland, so ancient it still holds the scars of long wars forgotten. They tell them of the wasteland’s inhabitant, the greatest warrior this world has ever seen. His name is lost to history but warriors still pray to him on the eve of battle and tie ravens feathers in their hair in his honor.

If the children misbehaved that day their mothers tell them a different story, one of a masked man who steals bad children and drowns them in the sea.

There’s a crater a few miles east of the village in the middle of the marshlands up by a glittering ocean. The crater is so deep that you can throw rocks off the edge and never hear them hit the bottom. Legend says that once upon a time the goddess of death had a son who walked this earth and when he died in her rage and grief she tore into the city that once stood there with her bare hands and ripped it from the earth leaving nothing but a crater behind.

On long sunny evenings in the inns that dot the coastline bards tell stories of a cursed city of gold and glass buried in the heart of a desert where it snows. They whisper the city is full of riches but nobody who looks for it ever comes back.

On stormy nights the Bards tell a different story, a story of a town that sits over a slumbering god. Strange things happen there. Red vines sport up over night. If you listen closely, the people say you can hear them talk. Everyone there has red eyes and cold cold hands.

If you start at dawn and ride in the opposite direction of the carter you can reach the vault before nightfall. The locals claim it used to hold a faceless god guarded by a king but time has weathered the vault’s defenses and the towns children dare each other inside its walls, running though the tight passages.

An old fairytale says if you follow a small barely visible path from the doors of a vault beyond you’ll reach a forest full of trees so overgrown they block the sun. The fairytale says if you walk to the heart of the forrest there’s a prince sleeping there, nestled in the flowers and weeds. The fairytale says his true love and his knights are long dead. The fairytale says he dreams the whole world in existence. The fairytale says a lot of things but nobody really believes it.

[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

[puppetmaster13u]

   “Did you seriously have to choose ‘usernames’ for this?” Billy blinked in utter befuddlement at the words in the corner of his vision, even if he knew it was all in his head. All in his magic or something. It wasn’t like the wizard had exactly explained anything. 

   Several voices responded with far too much smugness or delight, save for Marvel. Actually- “Um, why is the cap’ labeled as moderator?” he knew he shouldn’t have told them about streaming and chats, he knew he shouldn’t have. “Hold up, why is my name showing up in… uh, chat?” 

   Well, at least it wasn’t his full name or something, because he had no idea if other magic users or telepaths could see it. The fact he could both hear and see the gods- even if half of them actually weren’t- was just another thing he’d get used to. 

   He’d gotten used to hearing Solomon after all, even if it took a solid week to stop jumping whenever they piped up. So it couldn’t be much different to get used to the rest and well, the Marvel that was pretty much the amalgamation of all the past users. 

  Oh no did this mean he counted as haunted? Would someone try to exorcize him? Oh no, he didn’t have to avoid everyone for the rest of his life, did he? That would suck, especially seeing as how he needed to get food somehow, even if it was through the trash-

 HeralKeys: I will give you temporary super strength in your mortal form if you punch one of those blue boys you don’t like

   Nevermind, he’d have to be a hermit because of the dead egging him on-

 IAMSPEED: Do it and I’ll give you my speed for the day, no questions :) 

   Billy… was probably going to regret this, but honestly Solomon was the only one protesting. If the marvels thought it was fine, then it’d be okay, right? Besides, what was the worst that could happen, someone catches a street kid using super speed on video?

Also known as where Billy can use the powers he has in Marvel form at different points because the divine twitch chat did the equivalent of a donation. $5? They can't do that, but what about 5 hours of Solomon's wisdom while he tries to figure out magic?

[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.

[carpetbug]

darling duusu my beloved

[amo-ridere]

Chapters: 31/? Fandom: Kill la Kill (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Mankanshoku Sukuyo, Mankanshoku Mako, Inumuta Houka, Jakuzure Nonon, Sanageyama Uzu, Gamagoori Ira, Elite Four (Kill la Kill), Matoi Ryuuko, Kiryuuin Satsuki Additional Tags: Mystery, Sisters, note, Orphan's Plot Trinket, Orphans, soundtrack, written on the fly, wistful amnesia, Dreams, Ill Girl, Past Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Eventual Happy Ending, Family, staying on the streets, Runaway, Long Lost/Secret Relatives, Woobie, switching POV, POV First Person, Child Abandonment Series: Part 27 of One-Shots, Part 12 of Stand Alones Summary:

Did Sis even have a name?

[peace-and-light-poetry]

"How many years?"

""How many years would it have been?"

She was asked this So far, only once Time is quite relative

It seemed like such a short time ago But, really, a significant amount has passed She'd answer this question

After realizing how many years it's been "Five years."

It had been five years Since that day

She wasn't completely well No, of course not, but she is getting better No one said "recovery" is something

That'll end

She "closer to well' Than she was yesterday

Some days, she faltered Other days, she had much improved But, still, she's getting better

With more good days Outnumbering her bad days She smiles more, nowadays

Before, she seemed so miserable

Sister sleeps a little better She still has nightmares but She's been sleeping a little better

She's not been so self-conscious About answering the question Nor the scars

(she used to hide them with bracelets)

It had been five years That she was pulled from that sea of red Five years that

She got help (or, specifically, admitted she's ill)

If she had succeeded, it would have been five years That she passed away

She was saved And, thus, she lived That day getting further

And further behind them

Looking at her now It seems practically unbelievable that She was so distressed

Unbelievable That she tried to end her life However, it was just as unbelievable

That she'd be smiling and laughing That her eyes would have life in them (that it started to return)

It had been five years Since she spiraled

She's still healing Healing is an ongoing process But she's much better than what she was then

Five years ago, She wouldn't have had the confidence But, currently, she was glowing

Radiant, a new lease on life.

She was broken But she's still beautiful She's not ashamed of her flaws

She's not incomplete She feels whole

How many years?

She could confidently say that it's been five And she's better than ever.

[sillysiluriforme]

Simulacrums of luck, day 3 : POSSESSION

This is what you get for day 3 because fuck my stupid baka life. Never back down never what ect ect.