#kirin miraculous

[mymiraclebox]

Kirrin the Qilin, kwami of Light.

Updated art for Kirrin! I didn't mind their old design, but they kind of had the same color scheme as my Thunderbird, and I figure I should make my kwami of Light actually light up. xD And I'm really happy with how they turned out.

[the-flower-named-fire]

My collection of 'not exactly a Magical Familiar, but still fits the Trope'

[huli-jinx]

Kagami's Codenames for Each Miraculous:

Ladybug Miraculous: Benzaiten

Black Cat Miraculous: Nekuro

Bee Miraculous: Mitsubachi

Fox Miraculous: Kitsune

Turtle Miraculous: Otohime

Peacock Miraculous: Kujaku

Butterfly Miraculous: Akiko

Snake Miraculous: Kiyohime

Rabbit Miraculous: Yakami

Mouse Miraculous: Nezumi

Ox Miraculous: Hakutaku

Tiger Miraculous: Tsukikage

Dragon Miraculous: Ryuko

Horse Miraculous: Kirin

Goat Miraculous: Kaichi

Rooster Miraculous: Amaterasu

Monkey Miraculous: Kukurizaru

Pig Miraculous: Inoshishi

Dog Miraculous: Akita

Eagle Miraculous: Tengu

[fio-renze]

May 19 - Day 1 Mysterious / Appearance

<<Archmage Drenden’s back on the Council of Six.>>

Fiorenze furrowed her brow at the text from Keranna that popped up on her little communicator with a standard chime. They didn’t talk much anymore; the falling out between the two of them over how the older elf, in her role as governess, had conspired with her mother to suppress her abilities with nature magic in favor of focusing only on her abilities with arcane to keep the family from shame, had grown into a grand rift. 

She’d been hoping for another elf, if she had to be honest. It would’ve been a fair show toward a greater neutrality that the city had lacked for a long while, but part of her had fully anticipated the disappointment of another human being inducted into the post Kalecgos had vacated. Drenden, of all people, made her brow furrow heavily — and that was entirely why Keranna considered it an important enough piece of news to pass along. 

He’d been considered dead for over twenty years, lost in the siege that had crushed the city at the end of the Third War. There had been no word of him in the aftermath or decades since. It wasn’t a long time for her people, but for a human? 

How strange that the Archmage had mysteriously and miraculously reappeared, just in time to slot perfectly into his old council seat. 

Between her strange dreams and this, the boundaries of the floating, violet city were starting to feel a little stifling. She didn’t consider herself to be a conspiracy theorist, but something in her gut was starting to wave a little flag of concern. 

She shot back a quick <<Thank you.>> before scrolling down to the last conversation she’d had with Pyraelia, the only member of the family that was a card carrying member of the Kirin Tor. <<Drenden?>> 

The reply was almost immediate, <<Yes. It’s weird. I’m not the only one that thinks so. Come over for tea soon?>>

Fiorenze frowned and bit the inside of her cheek, still frustrated at her little sister over purely personal matters that hadn’t required her brand of meddling. Still, this was starting to put some spats into perspective. Perhaps it was time to shelve the grievance for a moment, if only to make sure they had some kind of plan in place in case things started to get weird again. 

This was Azeroth, after all, and the only thing one could count on is that things would get weird again. 

[peaxhypup]

I found some old mlp x ml sketches and decided to redraw and expand upon them!!!

Old Art:

Some Mlp Miraculous headcannons:

Marinette is a Pegasus who's not the best at flying. Adrien is a gifted unicorn

Gabriel agreste is ALSO a unicorn but when he's hawkmoth, he becomes an alicorn

I think it would be cool if both Natalie and Emile were earth ponies, but I can also see Natalie being a unicorn and Gabe being a unicorn elitist (Gorilla is a yak tho, or maybe just a big muscle earth pony?)

I think it would be cool if Kagami was a Kirin who was taught by her mother to suppress her rage or any strong emotions really! And Luka would probably be a seapony/hipogriff

[cebwrites]

Merm AU (friends)

oc x canon | penshachi they/them law, trans!penguin word count: 1k

Kirin, Izzy, Tetsu, and Alto were all bandmates for a brief period - it was something they did as a hobby since the four of them spent a lot of time together when they first met - Kirin was the vocalist, Izzy played bass, Tetsu was on the drums, and Alto was their lead guitarist; they'd have other members comes and go throughout the years but the main core members were always just those four

They never filled stadiums or played huge, sprawling events, just entertainment for local events and whoever would have them; occasionally they would open for other, bigger bands but they never exploded in popularity like one would expect

Though Kirin kept working odd jobs, the rest of them eventually landed spots in community college one year and as things got busier, the band went on indefinite hiatus - though the four of them stayed in very close touch to this day

They would still play for their city's Pride every year if they could help it, though, even after they were officially "disbanded"

Honestly, it cost more money and effort than it was worth, but it was a good 6-8 year run and even now the boys look back on it with fond memories, including both the good and the bad

By "Race You to the Finish Line", Alto is a sign painter and travels a lot for their work, Izzy runs his own tattoo shop and gets most of his traffic through social media, and Tetsu puts his engineering degree to use for the city - Kirin complains often how he's the only one with a "boring" job as an accountant, miraculously, with his gruff appearance and tattoos (helps to have made connections), but he is lucky enough to be able to clock into work from home

Though, little did any of them know, one of the band's old 2009 performances was uploaded to Youtube some odd years ago and they've gathered a bit of a cult following since

When the boys first arrived they found Kirin stretching on the porch in an old sweater literally dropped the bags in hand (or at least Tetsu did) - between the chaos of settling in and starting a new life, it slipped Kirin's mind that him and the gang made plans to stay for a week while Kirin was here before he left the city so that he wouldn't feel so alone in that old town

Clearly, Kirin was absolutely not alone and got on fine

Tetsu and Izzy chase Kirin inside with worried questions like a flock of mother hens, getting him to sit down while Alto was chased to get their youngest bandmate a drink (in his own house, mind) and it took a fair bit for Kirin to get his friends to settle down - ultimately it took Alto asking him if this was something he was really, truly happy with

Kirin's response is immediate admonition, vouching for Law's character after he picked up the general undercurrent of his friend's question and admitting that, sure, in the past he'd been cagey and unwilling to consider settling down but that was mostly because it didn't feel right for the people he was with at the time, plus his lack of self confidence

With Law and the home his grandparents left him, and the way this quiet church town seemed to have changed over the past decade, he feels like it could be the opportunity to start fresh and to make new memories, finally have some sweet with his bitters - seeing the way their friend softened at the mention of his partner's name, hand rubbing his bump in soothing motions, Tetsu and Izzy had no choice but to relent and siiiigh, accepting that the Herculean burden they'd just HAVE to be the coolest uncles in the world now

They're only interrupted because Alto spots Law trying to glare a hole into the backs of these strangers' heads for being so close to their mate, and Kirin officially introduces the angry cat that is his partner to the boys; Law's prickly and gives them a hard time initially, but they all manage to bond over similar tastes in music and more importantly care for Kirin (Izzy also brought one of Kirin's old band shirts and Law seemed to settle a bit after they were presented with this "offering")

Shachi's bright disposition tires Kirin out a little in all honesty, especially now with precious cargo taking a large portion of his energy every day, but he's nice and someone important to Law - he was worried Shachi might not like him after a hitch during their first meeting, ie accidentally kicking him in the face out of reflex when Shach grabbed his leg out of curiosity when Kirin and Law were having a nice float together

But Law assured him that it'd be like water off a duck's back with these two and sure enough they got along well enough regardless; if he's being honest, Kirin gets on better with Penguin's more relaxed personality - plus it was nice to have someone to commiserate with while he's heavy with Law's eggs and Penguin's in the early stages of carrying his and Shach's twins, someone to hold his hand through an admittedly even more alien process than the regular human pregnancies he was already wary of

Finding out that they had three other kids at home, however, gave Kirin cold feet and spending a whole day with them running/swimming laps around him made Kirin want to collapse in a heap even more - once they were alone again, he made Law promise once they were back home that this would be the one and only kid they'd have, knowing his own libido in addition to theirs

Law is solitary out of habit and Kirin doesn't mind it being just them for a considerable time, but he likes knowing that they can have company over at any point if they wanted to, be it the other mer-lovers or his friends from the city including ones not mentioned, and even playmates for their guppy with Pen and Shach's kids once theirs was born

[otherworldseekers]

Something's Gotta Give Chapter 8 Scene 2

And for those who don't want to read it on AO3...

Previous installment | Masterpost

Once, the road that ran through the country just south of Mor Dhona would have been frequented by Garlean convoys moving back and forth between Castrums Meridianum and Centri. But now it was deserted, the remaining Garleans who hadn’t died in the destruction of the Praetorium holed up in what remained, waiting for a rescue that would never come. Severia had watched Nero closely when they had passed by his former seat of command, but there had been no emotion on his face. His lack of concern for his fellow soldiers made her shiver. Every time she thought she was figuring him out, he showed her a new piece of himself, and she struggled to fit them all into the same picture. But at least it gave her food for thought on the long road north. 

They were deep into the hills when the storm caught up with them. The dark clouds rushed in as if blown by a wind from hell, the change in the atmosphere covering her skin in goosebumps. She urged her mount forward faster, her head whipping back and forth in search of any kind of shelter, but even the few trees that grew on these rocky hills were bare at this time of year and would do little to shield them. What would they do? She had to find something. A convenient pile of boulders, a rocky overhang, anything…

Rain started to splash down on them and Severia felt her bile rising as she began to panic. The storm was moving too quickly. At this rate it wouldn’t be long before…

A long low rumble sounded from the south west. For a moment, her body seized up and dizziness almost overcame her, before the sound faded away. She kicked her mount into a gallop. A small voice in her mind whispered that it was reckless and futile, but a louder voice was shouting “run, run, run”. The first lightning strike she saw was only a few hills away, the clap of thunder sounding just a moment after the flash. And at that point, she lost all reason. 

Nero wiped water from his eyes and cursed as Severia disappeared down the road. The rain was falling in sheets, reducing visibility to mere fulms. He had no idea what had gotten into the Warrior of Light that she would do something so stupid as to gallop headlong into a storm, but it left him little choice but to follow her. He cried out her name over and over but the roar of wind and rain was too strong. More than once he just barely avoided careening into a tree or rock along the roadside and his chocobo squawked and fought him in protest. 

Suddenly there was a brilliant flash of light and heat ahead of him on the road and he heard a terrified scream. He had a very bad feeling about that scream. Thunder crashed around him as he burst onto the scene, bringing his chocobo skidding to a halt as he vaulted off its back and ran. Severia lay in a heap on the road, rain and dirt spattered and unconscious. Nero went down on his knees in the mud, lifting her limp form in his arms. He breathed a sigh of relief to feel her pulse still going strong. Nor did she appear to have any sign of injury. The lightning hadn’t hit her, but judging but the scorched circle just a few fulms away on the road, it had been close. 

Was that enough to cause such a reaction in a woman who had faced Eikons without flinching? He felt there was more here that he did not know, but that would have to wait. He had to figure out what to do about the situation immediately before him.

Perhaps miraculously, Nero’s chocobo was still standing where he left it, attempting to cower beneath its wings. He looped the reins around his arm and, carrying Severia, headed further down the road where he could just make out the dull golden glow of her Kirin. As he approached the beast, it looked at him and made a sound halfway between a horse’s neigh and a dragon’s roar. Then it trotted further up the road before stopping and looking at him again. 

Nero sighed. “Very well. Might as well follow the mythical beast and find out what happens,” he muttered. “It can’t be worse than standing here in the rain.”

After several more starts and stops, Nero peered through the rain and made out a patch of darkness in the hillside. A cave. The Kirin had led him to a cave. Naturally. As unsettling as the experience was for a man born in magicless Garlemald, Nero was not ungrateful. The Kirin was watching him carefully as he carried Severia into the shelter of the cave. Nero made a point of nodding to the creature and saying, “Thank you.” It seemed content with that and walked sedately into the cave before him. 

Blinking the rain from his eyes, Nero looked around and took stock of his situation. Fortunately the cave was rather large and it was obvious that it had been used by travelers before. There was a campfire circle still in evidence and toward the back of the cave a stack of dry wood. Nero gently laid Severia down to one side of the circle of stones and attended first to their mounts, as she would have wanted him to do, removing saddles and saddlebags and providing his chocobo with a pile of greens. The kirin, Severia had told him before, was a spiritual creature and didn’t need physical sustenance. 

He concluded that starting a fire next was most urgent as both of them were soaked to the bone and shivering. Severia had always used flint and tinder but Nero smirked and fetched his ceruleum lighter from his saddle bag. Soon he had a lovely blaze going. That left the question of their water logged attire. Using some of the longer sticks from the stockpile, Nero quickly fashioned a couple of simple racks to dry their clothing on more efficiently than they would dry on the cave floor. Satisfied with their construction, he peeled off his overcoat, waistcoat and shirt, placing them on the rack to dry, and putting his boots next to the edge of the campfire. He longed to take off his chaffing trousers but suspected that Severia would not be so keen on that idea should she awake. Well, if he moved around enough they would probably still dry on his body. 

Nero narrowed his eyes as he looked at Severia. This was going to require some delicacy. But if he left her in those soaked clothes in this weather she would surely catch a chill. He considered whether or not she might rather risk the chill than have him undress her. Probably. And whether or not he was simply justifying the action in his mind so that he could get a peak at her in her small clothes. Well, who could blame him? She, certainly. But she wasn’t conscious at the moment. Still… 

He retrieved a blanket from the saddlebags, thankfully dry. He wasn’t the best of men, but he wasn’t a monster. He would wrap her up warm when she was free of her wet attire. Tackling the ridiculous number of belts and buckles, Nero finally managed to pull her tunic open. A moment later he closed it again. 

“Well, that was unexpected,” he muttered to himself. He sat back on his heels and rubbed his chin in thought. His objective was to get her dry and warm. Surely she would understand?  He considered this possibility. “No, she’ll kill me. But what else can I do?” He began to reach for the opening of her tunic again and then paused, sighed, and closed his eyes. 

He performed the rest of the operation blind and very, very carefully, making sure he touched her no more than he absolutely had to. If she woke up before he was done she would certainly kill him. Some jostling couldn’t be avoided and her hair came loose around her shoulders. Once she was wrapped up in the blanket, he placed her on her back beside the fire. Feeling restless and slightly irritated at himself, Nero went to dig through the saddlebags for supplies. 

His own actions of late had become confusing to him. He had always been a man who looked out for himself first, who satisfied his own desires at others’ expense if necessary. So what was it about Severia Zetsuen that had him repeatedly considering her welfare above all else? Why did he find himself wanting to please her? Even more concerning, why did he feel the urge to protect her? Even if it be from himself?

Returning to the campfire with his spoils, Nero finished setting up camp and began to make preparations for their evening repast. He glanced occasionally at Severia as he worked, noticing when her face turned toward the warmth of the fire, when her cheeks became rosy from the heat. So when her eyes slowly blinked open and she sat up and looked around herself in a daze, he was ready to hand her a steaming cup of tea. 

At first Severia stared at it in surprise, but when she took the cup in her hands and breathed in the fragrance a smile lit her face. She took a small sip and sighed in appreciation. “Thank you. But how…” Her brow furrowed as she examined herself. “Did you…” She peaked beneath the blanket wrapped around her. 

Ah yes, here it comes, Nero thought to himself. “Now, hero,” he began, trying to head her off, “it’s hardly my fault that you weren’t wearing any small clothes under that tunic.”

Severia let out a squeak, her face frozen in a horrified rictus. “You looked? You saw me…”

“I couldn’t help the first glance,” Nero argued in his defense. “I certainly wasn’t expecting it.” And it certainly didn’t seem like her, wearing her tunic without any kind of undershirt or breast band. But he wasn’t about to question her about her underwear habits. “Er, Severia?”

Severia had calmly set down her cup of tea and turned her back on him, hiding her face in her arms. 

Nero ran a hand through his hair, feeling a little hurt. He’d done his best, hadn’t he? He’d carried her through the storm, seen to her comfort and health, made her favorite gods-damned tea. Why the hells did it matter so much if he’d seen her breasts? They were both mature adults. These things happened.

Nero’s brow furrowed as he began slicing bread for their evening meal. Hunched over on the other side of the fire, her hair flowing around her shoulders instead of pulled back as usual, she looked so small and fragile. He’d gotten so used to her meeting him as he was, to their interplay as equals. He’d quite forgotten how much younger than him she was. How inexperienced compared to himself. And suddenly he felt a thousand years old. 

Fucking hells, he thought to himself. I might as well be the despicable old lecher she takes me for. 

A clap of thunder echoed through the cave. The storm continued to rage outside and Nero had almost stopped noticing it. But at the sound Severia began to shake. Was she cold? She shouldn’t be, sitting so close to the fire. If it wasn’t the cold that made her shiver then… It was fear. And the pieces of their predicament fell into place. But before Nero could say anything, another bolt of lightning hit just outside the cave, another crash of thunder accompanying it. 

Severia screamed and threw herself to the ground, curling up into a tight ball. She wasn’t just afraid. She was terrified. Nero shuffled over to her side, putting his arms around her shoulders and lifting her to face him. “Severia. Severia, it’s alright.”

Eyes closed and hands gripping her horns, she shook her head and moaned. It was somewhat shocking seeing her, the fierce Warrior of Light, frightened of thunderstorms like a child. Nero wasn’t sure what to do. He’d never comforted anyone before. 

“It’s alright,” he repeated. “We’re safe here.”

Tear filled eyes peaked out from her blanket. “Safe?” 

“I promise you,” he said gently, brushing hair from her forehead. “The storm won’t reach us here.”

“Us?” A whimper with just the barest hint of hope. 

“Us,” he said with what he hoped was an encouraging tone. “I’m here with you. You’re not alone.”

Her lower lip quivered and one small brown hand reached out from within her blanket for his. “You won’t leave me?”

Nero felt those protective instincts had only just been beloathing shifting into high gear and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. He wanted, more than anything just then, to be the one to keep her safe. To be the one she could rely on. “Not as long as you want me to stay,” he promised. 

The haunted look in Severia’s eyes eased into relief, the corners of her mouth rising just the slightest bit. “Please,” she whispered. Her fingers brushed softly again his bare skin for a moment. “You’re so warm. It’s so cold. I don’t want to be cold.”

Nero felt a worrisome tightening in his chest and pulled her closer. But there was something wrong here because it wasn’t cold. Not right next to the fire as they were. And now he noticed that there was a glassiness in her eyes that he had never seen before. Her face and her shoulders were flushed and a sheen of perspiration was developing on her brow. Had all his efforts been for nothing? Had she developed a fever after all?

“Shit,” Nero muttered to himself. He laid her down on her bedroll. Water. He needed cool water. He grabbed an empty bowl and filled it with rainwater at the cave mouth and then ripped off a strip of his own blanket to wash her face and neck. He emptied her tea mug and filled it with rainwater as well and propped her up to help her drink it in small sips. 

“Nero…” she said weakly when he had forced her to drink the whole thing. “It’s ok. You can go. You can leave me behind.”

“What nonsense are you talking? Leave you behind? Because of a little storm?” Nero scoffed. “I assure you the situation is not remotely that dire.”

“I’ll just… be a burden…” Tears once more began to trickle down her cheeks. “I’ll always be… a burden.”

“Severia, you are the realm’s most competent adventurer, a hero in your own right, depended upon by world leaders and common folk alike.” That she would think so was laughable to him. But he realized that he was doing the same thing everyone did with her. Seeing her for what she could do, not who she was. She was far more than hero and champion. She was far more than that even to him. “You’re the most fascinating person I’ve ever met,” he told her softly, still holding her upright. “You make me want so many things I always told myself I could never have.” 

He didn’t know if his words were getting through to her. Perhaps it was better if they didn’t. But it was something he needed to admit to himself, he realized. Nero was a man who had always pursued lofty goals. But in chasing those dreams, there were things he had denied himself. Things he told himself would only get in the way, things he didn’t need. And he had thought it was no real loss. With Severia, long dead desires had begun to surface. The longing, more than anything else, of the companionship of an equal which he had given up on 14 years ago. 

It was a development he hadn’t anticipated when he had forced himself into NOAH. And he still didn’t know what he was going to do about it. What he wasn’t going to do was allow this incredible woman to say such patently ridiculous things about herself. 

“You’re no burden, Severia. Not to me.”

He watched her face crumple up in distress as her tears poured. “It’s my fate. It’s always been my fate. Just let me die.”

Nero sucked in a breath. With sudden insight he realized that this wasn’t about her life as an adventurer. This was about the past. What she had confided in him the previous night. Somehow she was reliving it. Something had triggered her. The storm. The lightning and thunder. He pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her, wanting nothing more than to take away her fear. But how? He needed to know more. 

“Severia,” he whispered into her horn. “Tell me about it. Tell me about the storm.” He watched as her eyes cleared and she seemed to see him for the first time since her fall. But she didn’t pull away from him. Instead she closed her eyes and buried her face into his neck, clinging to him like a woman drowning. 

“It was the third night,” she began softly. “I’d been tied to the tree for that many days. Without food. Without water. The ropes had torn my wrists to shreds from my struggles. But I had no more strength. I couldn’t even stay on my feet. I sagged against the ropes and they cut into me harder than ever. That was when the storm began. I didn’t notice it coming. The pain was all I knew. Then suddenly water was coming down in sheets all around me. At first I was happy. I opened my mouth and drank as much as I could. But then came the lightning. The sacred tree was the only tree for miles around. It drew the lightning to it. I watched it strike over and over, moving in my direction. It was inevitable that it strike my tree.” 

She paused to catch her breath, and on a whim, Nero took her hand in his and laced their fingers together. He raised their hands until the back of hers was against his lips. It felt natural to do it. It felt good. And she didn’t stop him. Did he dare to hope she liked it too?

“I don’t remember anything but the pain. So much pain, filling me from head to toe, and then nothing until I woke up the feeling of water on my lips. I couldn’t understand why I hadn’t died. I was supposed to die.” She let out a deep sigh. “Since then I’ve been terrified of storms.”

“Considering what you’ve just told me, I think that’s entirely fair. You experienced things no child should ever have to.”

“I should be stronger,” she said, her voice quavering. “I’m a burden to everyone like this. I… I couldn’t even fight Ramuh. I failed.” She pressed her face into the deep rumble of laughter in his chest even as she protested. “It’s not funny.”

“I think, as a man whose career you thoroughly wrecked with your typical prowess, it’s only fair that I be allowed to revel in your rare failures. At least a little.”

Her back went rigid and she pushed herself upright to glare at him. “Your career of invading foreign lands and murdering innocent peoples deserved to be wrecked,” she said acidly. 

Nero grinned. “There’s the hero I know.”

Severia blinked at him and then deflated. “That’s not fair.”

He tipped her chin back up so that their eyes connected. “Everyone fails, Severia. No one succeeds all the time. It doesn’t make you any less. It doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have been saved.” He wiped her tears away with his thumb and cupped her cheek. “I’m glad you’re alive.”

“Nero, you… You can’t…” 

They were so close, their mouths only ilms apart, and he was tempted almost beyond mortal strength to kiss her. He thought perhaps, with the way she was looking at him, that she might want it too. But he had told himself after last night that he wouldn’t kiss her again, not until she asked him. 

The moment passed and she pushed herself away from him. She looked exhausted as she laid back down. It was likely quite tiring to relive such a memory. Nero remember that he was supposed to be helping her, not forcing uncomfortable confessions from her. But he felt better knowing what was causing her condition. It should pass with the storm, but she still needed care. He stood up to refill her cup at the cave mouth. 

“Where are you going?” she asked, slightly panicked, as he walked away from her bedroll. 

“Only to get you more water. It’s important to take in plenty of fluids when you have a fever,” Nero explained patiently. 

Once again he helped her to drink the water in measured sips and then went back to his seat on the other side of the fire where the bread he had cut earlier was rapidly growing stale. “Fortunately it matters little since I was going to make toasted cheese.” There hadn’t been much else to eat left in their bags. 

“Oh,” Severia said hopefully. “That sounds delicious.”

“Trust me. It will be. I have a secret ingredient,” Nero said smugly. 

The secret ingredient ended up being garlic powder, which Nero said he always carried with him, just in case. And he was right. It was more delicious that she could have imagined. He insisted on her drinking several more cups of water during their simple meal and kept up a running stream of loud chatter to drown out the fading noises of the storm as it passed. By the time he had cleaned up the storm was reduced to just the steady beating of the rain and he saw that Severia’s eyelids were drooping. 

“Now, you need to rest, hero,” he said. 

“Oh. Yes.” She bit her lip, looking downcast. 

“Is there a problem?”

“Well. Um.” Possibly she was blushing, but he couldn’t be certain. “It’s only… I’d rather not sleep alone tonight.” 

Nero cocked his head as if he hadn’t quite heard her correctly. “What is it you do want?” There wasn’t anyone else there, except their mounts. Did she want to bed down with her Kirin? 

“Could I sleep with you?” she asked in a very small voice. 

The night had been full of surprises, but this one was perhaps the greatest. He stared at her for some moments, processing the request. 

“Not… Not that way! If that’s what you’re thinking,” Severia exclaimed. 

“I wasn’t.” Had hadn’t. He felt somewhat insulted that she thought he would consider taking advantage of her so in her weakened state.

“Good. I just-” 

“You want to sleep side by side?”

She looked like she was regretting the whole thing but she managed a grudging, “Yes.” 

“Very well. I’ll move your bedroll.”

Severia was grateful when he placed her bedding between his own and the campfire, protecting her on two sides. Even with the thunder and lightning gone, she felt terribly fragile. She couldn’t bear to be alone. And it felt almost natural when Nero banked the fire and then laid down beside her. What would it be like to have him always there, at her side? She thought, as she drifting off to sleep, that it might not be so terrible.

Silence fell around them with only the droning of the rain and the occasional pop from the campfire to relieve it. Nero was all too aware of Severia’s presence beside him and how very undressed she still was beneath the blanket. But he refused to allow his mind to dwell on it. Instead he conjured up the schematics for his new device in his mind and poured over them for the hundredth time, looking for any flaws and finding none. He smirked as sleep rose to claim him. Of course not. He was a genius.

Thanks for reading! Any kind of comments or feedback is especially welcome!

[toycoheartful]

PawPant's Voice Actor

(Rabbidbot "Toyco" White-Rabbit - She cannot talking about not voice anymore but She can Hissing like a Snake)

Rabbidmini - Voice of Amber Hood on Stun Bunny (Nicktoon: Attack of the Toybots)

Attilio Von Chupacabra - Voice of David Kaufman on Danny Fenton (Danny Phantom)

Carly Von Chupacabra - Voice of Katie Crown on Izzy (Total DramaRama)

Donnie Von Chupacabra - Voice of Andy Berman on Dib Membrane (Invader Zim)

Jose Von Chupacabra - Voice of Dan Castellaneta on Grampa Simpson (The Simpsons)

Minnie Monarch-Butterfly - Voice of Tara Strong on Princess Unikitty (Unikitty)

Wallace Yellow-Crested Cockatoo - Voice of Steven Kelly on Byron (Brawl Stars)

Robert Fusibot - Voice of Michaela Dietz on Amethyst (Steven Universe)

Andrea Satyr - Voice of Barbara Dunkelman on Nerris (Camp Camp)

Eva "Ninety-One" Xoloitzcuintli - Voice of Kate Micucci on Dr. Fox (Unikitty)

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Hurricane Kirin -

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Fondly remembering the times she spent with Star, whilst simultaneously recalling their treacherous exile into the Mountains, Amethyst slowly walked over to the grey Pony after letting go of Princess Celestia, who took a step back with Light by her side; but she did not utter a single word, fearing she would upset the imprisoned Pony again, and she merely gestured to Light, asking them to follow.

Some distance away, yet still keeping an eye on Amethyst and the Grey Pony, to whom she was talking miraculously calmly, Celestia whispered to Light that she knew not what to do; for when she and her Sister last met the Fallen King, not only was there a grand army of Ponies and other beings between them, but the Pony they met was terrible, and merciless, wholly unlike the scared Pony before them.

But now, knowing she and her Sister had banished the King of Shadows into ice and darkness near the end of the War of Shadows, about which she remembered little more than faint flashes, after hearing Grey Pony speak about the cold, she was even more conflicted; and she could not tell whether it was a mere act they put up which they should not trust, or whether their return truly had changed them.

As the two looked back at Amethyst, who was cheerfully speaking with Star, or Sombra, or some other amalgamation of the two, small smiles grew upon both Light and Celestia's faces, whereafter the two Ancients let out a deep sigh; and Light told Celestia it would be wise for her to keep her distance from the Grey Pony, while they stayed next to Amethyst, as they tried to learn whatever they could.

Though she knew this was better than leaving without having obtained any knowledge, or risking harm to anybody nearby, still, to be sure, Celestia asked Light whether they were certain, to which they replied they were; for she wanted to make sure they understood that she would be by their side in a moment's notice if they needed any help, for which the Kirin gracefully thanked her, as they bowed.

At that moment, just as Light turned around to rejoin Amethyst, they stopped and closed their eyes, which confused Celestia for a moment, until she, too, heard a familiar voice, speaking to them from beyond the Waking Realm, and she understood what was happening; for on the surface, Nox had stepped away from the battalion of Guards to reach out, and to ask them whether all of them were all right.

To her relief, not only did Nox hear her Aunt and friend reply a mere moment later, Luna heard them answer her as well, which gave her some much-needed peace of mind, despite the fact she was sternly talking with Lord Shining and Lady Cadance; and Celestia told Nox and Luna that everything Amethyst had told them about Star was true, and the suspicions they had about their ultimate fate were true.

However, as she had admitted to Light a moment ago, seeing this frightened and struggling Grey Pony compared to the King of Shadows from so many aeons ago, she was not sure whether the Crystal Royals were right anymore; for she and Light had been watching Amethyst speak with this imprisoned figure, albeit from a distance, and they had yet to notice any negative changes since they started to talk.

A silence fell between the four, until Luna asked Celestia whether she wanted her to talk with both Cadance and Shining to let them know about her observations, which she figured was the first change of which they heard in a long time; but although Celestia thanked her for her offer, she continued, and said it would be wise to wait for some time, at least until they knew more about the Grey Pony.

To this, Luna nodded, only seen by the Crystal Royals, and Nox, who added that Eclipse and Sunburst had sent message to others who had experience with somebody returning from shadows, whom they hoped could help Star and Sombra; in the mean time, while Luna tried to get Amethyst, Celestia, and Light out of the prison, Nox would join Eclipse and Sunburst to await those to whom they had reached out.

As she saw Sunburst and Eclipse swiftly walk towards her, Nox added at last:

"We won't be far away. I promise."

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Featuring: Nox Lunarwing from @nox-lunarwing Solar Eclipse and Twilight Sparkle as Twilight Eclipse from @asktwilighteclipse And King Sombra from @ex-king-sombra as the Pony behind bars

[mamamittens]

Assembly Required

As commissioned by @cebwrites, I loved working with ya boi again! It was quite fun writing so much yearning lol

Warnings: Yearning and mild miscommunication.

Functionally a sequel to From Scratch(+18)

Word Count: 5,496

Kirin couldn’t help the soft smile on his lips as he moved past Law, careful to brush his hand down the hunched arc of Law’s spine affectionately. His eyes lingering on the contrast between tan skin and the wrinkled lab coat that teased the delicate line of his throat. Kirin barely restrained a heartfelt sigh.

It was a little too easy to get lost in Law. Every time Kirin felt he was close to figuring out his favorite aspect of the sullen man his eyes or ears or nose or—his attention would be arrested to a new and fascinating feature. Last week as he was bullying Law to go to sleep, he got a little sappy and lost in the edge of Law’s jawline where prickly hairs scraped his fingertips. How the dark hairs that formed what was usually a neat goatee faded out into a scraggly mess after a three day bender in the lab.

Even the dark lines of his tattoos fascinated Kirin. He particularly liked the soft sound Law made when Kirin stroked a rough line on his chest where the ink refused to settle properly. The faintest ridge marking the line between clean skin and black ink. There were several spots of skin like it, but few were openly on display often or greeted Kirin with such a cute sound. Not that he’d complain about it—though Law certainly did. Ears red as he huffed and looked away from Kirin’s teasing smile.

Point being—Kirin was pretty madly in love with Law and deliriously happy about their life together at his point.

Law ran his experiments that Kirin could only just understand after several hours of explanation and Kirin made sure Law didn’t run themself into the ground. Or get to the point that standing up made them black out. It was harder than it seemed, often requiring a bit of… cajoling, but it was a labor of love Kirin indulged in nonetheless. Sometimes, if he caught Law in just the right mood, they’d bathe together.

Just bathing… usually. But the soft intimacy never failed to make his heart race.

Kirin enjoyed scrubbing shampoo into Law’s scalp, dark hair like liquid ink and silk between his fingers. Occasionally requiring a few rinses to clean whatever chemical mixture managed to tangle into their locks. Watching their eyes slide shut in contentment as they hummed. Heart a steady beat under wet skin as he washed off whatever unfortunate accident miraculously turned out to not be acidic from Law’s body.

There was a close call once with an exploding beaker than sent shards of glass across Law’s cheek and Kirin spent extra time cleaning the shallow wounds and pressing his lips over them in worry. Any higher and it would have gotten their eyes—though Law was safety conscious enough to not neglect safety glasses… but Kirin still worried. He couldn’t help fussing over Law.

His reckless, beautiful lover.

And in turn, despite Law’s clinical attitude, they returned the favor. Gentle fingertips driving the washcloth over the healed stitches where disparate body parts were now firmly fused. Care taken to his long hair and their roots, thumbs massaging into his temples and nape. Kirin nearly fell asleep several times, melting into Law’s arm as they washed his back. Not a single inch missed or cleaned with more pressure than necessary. Sometimes Kirin suspected he wasn’t as dirty as Law’s thorough care implied but he didn’t voice his suspicions. Just smiled and pressed a kiss to the nearest patch of damp skin.

It was in the little things, more than anything else really, that spoke of Law’s affection. They didn’t waste time on things that didn’t matter to him. And Kirin was hardly any different in that regard. It just so happened that Law mattered a whole lot to Kirin.

Listening to Law’s steady heart as he laid across the couch over him, Kirin couldn’t imagine these simple facts ever changing.

Forgive the naivete, Kirin was technically born not long ago. Fully developed and independently functioning but still. At that time, he couldn’t imagine anything changing how he felt.

One day, while Kirin and Law were lounging in the living room after breakfast, there was a flurry of knocking on the front door. Kirin was baffled, wondering if whoever was at the door had the wrong address. In his several months of living with Law, he’d never once heard of other people. Let alone had them visit.

Law grumbled, burying their face into Kirin’s hair before getting up. Gently forcing Kirin to move aside as he shuffled to the door. Huffing, Law seemed to gather himself before yanking the front door open.

Law didn’t seem surprised at whoever was there.

“What do you two want?” Law huffed but stepped aside, much to Kirin’s surprise.

Law’s expression was strange but familiar. Grumpy but fond. The exact look he gives Kirin when he pulls them from the lab to eat dinner.

The two were dressed casually in sweatshirts and baggy jeans, nearly identical with strange cartoons on the front. One, a redhead with shaggy hair tucked under a backwards baseball cap, and sunglasses. The other with a penguin themed cap that completely obscured their eyes and hair. They were grinning and stumbling over each other, completely at ease with how in each other’s space they were.

“Law! So you were finally out of your dungeon for once!” The redhead declared with a cheerful grin, turning to their companion with a chortle. “I told you we wouldn’t be left standing outside!”

The other laughed.

“Hey! It wasn’t impossible. We’ve stood out in the rain for almost an hour before—thought someone was going to call the cops on us!” They threw their arm over their companion’s shoulder and patted Law’s arm as they walked in properly. “You look better than I thought you would, bud! Take on a new experiment about hygiene lately, ahah~!” They laughed before pausing. Their expression turned to a shocked one and their companion followed their gaze. Right to Kirin.

Kirin smiled and gave a wave, unsure as to who exactly they were.

“Woah! Law! Who’s this?!?” The redhead demanded with a bright smile. So… a good reaction then. At least, Kirin assumed that was the case.

Law flushed, looking away as he closed the front door.

“This is Kirin. My lab partner… I… made him. Somehow.” Law muttered just loud enough to be heard.

…Lab partner? Well, Kirin supposed that wasn’t… inaccurate. But the term felt so distant and cold. Like they were just coworkers. As though they didn’t kiss each other good night and fall asleep to the other’s heart. He knew Law was awkward and likely felt put on the spot, but the words echoed in his head.

Was this how Law felt? Kirin felt a foreign chill run down his spine, startling him.

The two looked even more surprised.

“What! Holy shit!”

“No way, that’s so cool!” the two came over like puppies, tumbling over each other as they rushed to great him. It was cute and heartwarming but that persistent chill lingered in his heart. He felt alone in the room as they introduced each other.

“I’m Shachi! And this is my beau, Penguin!” The red head proclaimed, pausing to kiss their partner’s cheek.

Penguin laughed, nuzzling back as Kirin stood up. They seemed thrown by his height but still affable.

“Shachi and I grew up with Doctor Grumpy butt over there! So, like, how’s living?!” He asked excitedly.

Kirin paused at the odd question before shrugging.

“…I’m here?” The two cackled, nodding their heads.

“Ahah! I hear ya! I hear ya!” Shachi declared, slapping their thigh.

“Did you two come over here to menace me or was there an actual reason?” Law hissed, slumping onto the couch out of reach of Kirin. They laughed and tumbled into the space, hands locked together as they swayed against the couch cushions.

“We haven’t hung out in forever! You went and made a whole ass person and didn’t even send a text!” Penguin lamented, dramatically leaning against Shachi as he was playfully consoled. “And he has clearly been looking after you! Thanks for that by the way! Law gets stuck in his head really easily and petty, mortal things tends to fall to the wayside.” Penguin sassed.

“Yeah! Like showering and eating.” Shachi poked Law’s side with a grin. Law hissed, kicking at Shachi’s leg petulantly, like he was a moody teen at dinner.

“I can get by just fine.” Law hissed.

“Wait. You’re friends?” Kirin asked dumbly, setting aside the uncomfortable feeling of loneliness settling in his bones like a deep ache.

All three turned to him.

“Yeah!”

“Best friends!” Shachi and Penguin declared with identical, beaming smiles.

“No.” Law narrowed his eyes, shoving Shachi further from him as the redhead playfully leaned back.

“I didn’t know Law had friends…” Kirin mused thoughtfully. He knew it was possible. But given how moody Law was, he rather assumed that Law tended to chase people away until they got close enough that Law couldn’t resist holding onto them despite that. And in that case, Kirin had thought they would have shown up long before now.

Law liked having him around, after all… but maybe he didn’t know as much about Law as he thought.

The two guffawed as Law flushed, resorting to straight up shoving them off the couch with his foot.

“Don’t you have shit to do?!” Law grumbled as the two rolled on the floor in hysterics. Usually, if Law got this huffy, he’d clamber over and bury his face into Kirin’s shoulder or chest. Expecting Kirin to card his fingers through Law’s hair to sooth him or kiss his cheek. But Law made no move to leave the corner of the couch. Instead choosing to sink deeper into the cushions with a huff.

Like he was ashamed of being with Kirin.

Kirin kept smiling in amusement but the realization thundered painfully in his chest.

Had they not been on the same page? Had they ever been on the same page?

Kirin understood intrinsically that their relationship was unconventional to say the least. But it was cozy and warm until this very moment. They supported each other. But, without realizing it, was Kirin just ‘a lab partner with benefits’ for Law? Someone that he didn’t have to worry about weirding out or not understanding their dedication to experiments and science. The attraction wasn’t planned after all. And technically neither was his creation.

Maybe Law just got lonely and, while exhausted from lack of sleep, created someone to help them. Which Kirin did and so much more. But was it because Law wanted that? Or did he just have a moment of weakness. Brought on by stress and a lack of other—possibly more technically human interactions—and Kirin just so happened to be there.

Kirin… didn’t know what to do. He loved Law. He knew it. There was no other way to describe how often his heart fluttered or he found himself smiling when looking at Law at work. He felt so happy with Law… but did Law even want to be with him? Like Kirin wanted to be with Law?

Could Kirin handle being with Law if he didn’t feel the same?

The question haunted him as Shachi and Penguin goaded Law into a movie night with pizza delivery. The three interact chaotically with Law pushing them away but never far and not once touching Kirin. Not even a brush of hands as Kirin reached for a slice of pizza. The two were friendly with Kirin, eagerly talking about their childhoods with Law and their many shenanigans. Asking how Kirin liked things or if he had seen or tasted this and that.

They were open and friendly. Completely accepting him despite his unorthodox origins.

It made him want to cry. In his flustered, unprepared state of mind, he suddenly felt self-conscious. Of himself. Of his relationship up until now with Law. Though undeniably innocent and platonic, their interest in his person felt deeper than most of his intimate moments with Law in light of this new conflict. Perhaps it wasn’t fair to their relationship, but Kirin couldn’t help feeling that way. Shachi and Penguin were incredibly comfortable with each other and Kirin felt envious that he couldn’t do that with Law. At least not with guests over.

Were they something that needed to hide?

It made him feel twisted and ugly, somehow. His scars the two marveled over as proof of his unexpected origins burning like they hadn’t since he first awoke in the lab. Kirin struggled to not compare himself to the other two or inspect his own person for flaws. Unconsciously searching for reasons that Law would be so uncomfortable even touching when others could see.

Was it his skin? That mostly matched in tone across his body and bore odd scars from previous lifetimes. Things he’d never be able to explain or remember. Hands still bearing foreign callouses unlike the ones Law held under layers of rubber gloves.

His face? That once Law held so tenderly late at night in the lab before joining him in bed. Sharp and often smiling as a counter to Law’s unamused expression.

His eyes? A bright, burning yellow like candlelight that Law had ceased breathing when they first looked into them? Nothing like Law’s dark, steady gaze. Or the shaded and shielded eyes of his longtime friends that still somehow held a soft warmth to them.

Or maybe it was his long, white hair. That took ages to detangle and clean, though previously Law had never complained as it draped over the bed sheets or his bare back. It was certainly a far cry from the clipped black locks Law was partial to for it’s lack of needed maintenance.

It could even be his origin. The idea of loving an amalgamation of dead parts an uneasy prospect under the gaze of his peers. Even without the details his many scars told a grim story on their own. The idea of watching Law lie about where they came from made guilt curl in his guts. Even if Law had no issue with it himself, that level of scrutiny would eventually rankle.

What did they have to bond over aside from proximity and chemistry? It wasn’t like Kirin held life experiences that would reflect and refract from Law’s own life. Unique instances he could share with Law from when they weren’t together. Not like Shachi and Penguin or even Law and his friends.

Kirin just… didn’t know. Had no way of knowing and knew he’d cry if he tried asking at that moment. And he thought—reluctantly conceded—that he’d embarrassed Law enough for one afternoon.

By the end of the night, as the two left, Kirin resigned himself to the knowledge that he was likely a hopeless romantic. Realizing only now how badly he wanted to experience life with Law… and how increasingly likely it was that Kirin was alone in that feeling.

He couldn’t—wouldn’t—blame Law for his own feelings. It wasn’t like they ever really talked about the particulars of their relationship before. Expectations or ground rules. Names and their future together…

If Law only wanted a lab partner, that’s what he’d be.

It’s basically what they’d been this whole time and Kirin…

Kirin could learn to be happy with this. Just…

Just this.

--*--

There was a shift in the house after the unexpected visit from his old… acquaintances.

At first, Law wasn’t sure what to make of it. Typically, they tried not to think too much about the kind of chaos his friends brought with them. It was, after all, only a single afternoon. But the difference was stark.

Kirin had been avoiding him. Sort of. He still assisted in the lab and ensured Law was dragged out for food and rest, but the pampering they’d received before was gone. Law didn’t say anything at first. Accepting that it was meant to be a rare treat to have his hair washed and spend downtime relaxing on Kirin’s chest. Listening to his steady heartbeat with a fascination they privately compared to how they once beheld centuries old cathedrals that towered over them in his youth.

But Law actually wanted to know Kirin deeper than those old buildings with dust covered hymns and worn organs. If they didn’t fear undoing the miracle that created who Kirin was, they’d gently peel away the skin and bones to admire the complex system within. The arch of his ribs protecting sturdy lungs. Shielding a heart so delicately made but resilient enough to beat past the reaper’s blade. Law could inspect every sinew and artery and still crave to go deeper.

And Law suspects that Kirin would let him.

The image was macabre and more than a little deranged, but no less so than how dizzy Law felt when Kirin’s hands cupped his shoulders. Cradled his face in the midst of their passion like spun glass. Thumb pressing over Law’s jugular vein like he intended to set a rhythm to Law’s racing heart. Law craved the intimacy Kirin seemed to naturally revel in without shame. They wanted everything Kirin had and this sudden wall between them made his chest ache.

It took several hours and three medical books to realize they weren’t experiencing an early sign of a heart defect.

Law was just experiencing a loss he’d never felt before.

Kirin wasn’t gone. He was still there. But… distant now. In a way that made Law instinctively reach out when he passed by. Experiments forgotten the minute they registered Kirin’s thoughtful footsteps. The hint of Kirin’s unique scent or glimpse of his shadow.

Law had been called a mad scientist many times over the years but he’d never felt mad before now.

Law created a chemical mixture for an experiment only to derail the entire thing trying to recreate Kirin’s gold eyes for a chance to pretend they were holding another silent conversation together. Only to dump it out in a hurry when the real deal walked into the lab in mortification.

They changed clothes more often so Kirin’s scent on his clothes never faded from shared loads of laundry. Law even conducted a secret experiment to recreate it when Kirin began sleeping facing away from them. Kirin’s reactive flinch when Law curled around Kirin’s back constricting their throat.

Waking up to a cold bed where before Kirin would kiss them awake brought tears to his eyes.

They couldn’t sleep. Hours in bed spent staring at white hair braided into a low bun, back turned towards them. Law memorizing Kirin’s soft breaths and the occasional shudder from distressing dreams.

They wanted to know what was wrong. They needed to know what happened.

But Law didn’t know where to start. What to say—if there was even anything they could say.

There was a time they would have been thrilled to be left alone. Treated with a professional but dedicated gloved touch while they did important work.

Now Law just craved the sensation of feeling Kirin. Anywhere. Anything. Everywhere. Whatever they did, they were sorry, alright. And desperate.

It was late at night, staring yet again at the delicate curve of Kirin’s spine and wanting to taste it, when a horrible thought occurred to them.

Did Kirin ever want to be with them?

Law didn’t doubt Kirin wanted their… intimate affair. Strong enough to make any denial of affection more than clear, even at Law’s most stubborn. But after the initial sparks formed, how much of that enthusiasm was kept? Did Kirin grow tired of looking after his lover?

Did, perhaps, the glimpse into Law’s relationship with his oldest friends reveal a fatal flaw between them? Or perhaps Kirin wanted that goofy, attached love the two shared easily over many years. Law understood that… he’d been jealous himself on occasion of how easy the two made it look. Even knowing that wasn’t the case at all did little to help the dark, rotten feeling in his chest during particular times of the year.

Law felt cold and achingly alone in the bed next to Kirin. Hand reaching out without thought to curl around Kirin’s ribs and pull the other close.

They loved Kirin, strange as their relationship was. But loving them couldn’t be easy, if Kirin ever really did in the first place.

Law slipped out of bed, kissing Kirin’s temple as they pulled the blanket over his broad shoulders.

Had they trapped Kirin?

Law set up the coffee pot and sat at the kitchen table, feeling unpleasantly foul and wretched as his thoughts raced.

Law knew they weren’t thinking clearly when they made Kirin. Nothing to be done there, even if Law could recall those few fevered weeks. Decisions had clearly been made but to what end? Law didn’t know.

The sinking feeling that Law had made a critical error in Kirin’s creation only grew.

There was no way in hell they made Kirin to love them—wouldn’t have the faintest idea how to manufacture that in such a way that it would occur without Law’s deliberate action after the fact. Conditioning would take weeks and require steps even sleep-deprived Law would be unable to stand engaging in. And Law was aware of himself when Kirin awoke. So that was certainly not by design, at the very least.

It couldn’t have been to keep Law company—why make a sentient creature for that?! A dog would have sufficed, and a sufficiently intelligent one could even help fetch objects in the lab without a fuss. A dog would certainly listen to orders better than Kirin ever would if he believed it went against Law’s base needs. Or maybe a robot, though mechanical engineering wasn’t Law’s field of study, it would have to be easier than reanimating the dead!

In the end, there wasn’t much of a point in fretting over his motivations for creating Kirin. That ship had long since sailed.

The problem was if Law had trapped Kirin, knowingly or not, where Law was his only option. What did Kirin even do while Law was working alone? He’d never spoken on the subject.

Law’s train of thought broke when they heard the coffee maker beep. Getting up to pour a fresh cup and almost choking when he took a sip. Usually they let it cool a little, the old coffee maker borderline sadistic in it’s temperature output. But they’d forgotten, having gotten used to Kirin bringing a new mug every so often.

Selfishly, Law’s knee-jerk reaction is to reiterate how much they need Kirin now. How wrong it feels to sit in the kitchen alone instead of holding onto his lover in bed. Law couldn’t imagine going back to an empty house with experiments and half-finished studies only about a dozen people care about outside of Law themself.

But that’s the problem, isn’t it? That’s just what Law wants. This whole thing started because of Law’s wants.

A single, aching thought breaks through his clouded mind.

What did Kirin want?

If Kirin had the choice, what kind of life would Kirin look for? It certainly couldn’t be waiting on Law hand and foot with barely a word of thanks. Law wasn’t that far up his own ass.

Maybe Kirin wanted to do his own experiments. Or maybe he didn’t want to do any of the STEM fields at all! For all Law knew, he wanted to—to!—grow a garden! Explore the world outside of their home.

Law sighed, eyes watering as they imagined it.

Kirin dressed appropriately for a nature hike, pondering a trail map. Long, white hair braided over his shoulder. He’d look breathtaking with wildflowers. Or paint on his hands. Basking in the sun or marveling at the chaotic world beyond the beakers and tile floors of the lab.

Law chuckled wetly.

Maybe Kirin would like to see the ocean. Dive into the deep and admire the diverse ecosystems found there.

Law daydreamed possible paths Kirin would want but they all had the same feeling.

Freedom. Kirin in all his loving, handsome beauty.

And Law nowhere in sight. Perhaps, if they were lucky, watching Kirin’s success from a distance. Out of the way.

Law realized after a moment they were crying into an empty cup. Tears watering down the dried dregs of coffee as the morning sun began to cast the horizon in soft pinks.

Law sniffed, getting up to shower away the lingering feeling of his pity party. Resolution beginning to thunder in his chest.

Law was clearly a shit lover, but they loved Kirin. And it was time they started acting like it.

Law had printed, organized, and nearly laminated reams of paper for Kirin by noon in his ill-used office they’d, frankly, forgotten about. Namely because it was where his ‘official business phone’ was and honestly, fuck those guys. Law hated talking to them to begin with. This was a much better use of the space to begin with.

Law thought they heard Kirin call out for him but chalked it up to sleep-deprivation until Kirin appeared in the doorway in confusion.

“You have an office?” Kirin asked faintly, holding two coffee mugs in his hands as he carefully stepped past piles of paper Law didn’t bother remembering the purpose for.

“Yes—not important! It’s pretty short notice, but I’ve gotten a good head start on things. Sorry about that, by the way, I was feeling… inspired this morning.” Law rambled, taking the cup of coffee and downing it in one go as Kirin watched with something approaching caution.

“…Yeah?” Kirin asked softly, taking a small sip from his own cup. “So… what is all this?” Kirin gestured to the desk with dozens of color coded folders.

“Careers! Well, mostly. Sort of. Its—look, they’re activities you can do. Red requires at least some sort of degree, blue some certifications, and green you could theoretically walk out right now and do today.”

Kirin looked completely baffled.

“…Are you asking me to get a job?” Kirin asked, looking over the many folders in bewilderment.

“Yes! No—No wait, no, not like that. It’s just—I was thinking—” Law tripped over his words and felt like a complete moron. Of course they were thinking! They never stop! What a stupid thing to say, but it was too late to take it back now! “You’re here! All the time! And you don’t have to be—you know that, right? You can… you can g-go?” Law asked with a soft voice, not looking up at Kirin, that familiar psychosomatic lump constricting his words.

“… you want me to leave?” Kirin asked in a tone Law had never heard before. Too soft and small and wounded. Law looked up in concern and his heart dropped.

Kirin’s face was flush, eyes wide and watery with unshed tears. Law’s chest thundered with self-loathing, realizing what his words sounded like too late.

“No!” Law nearly shouted, startling them both over the sound of yet another ream of paper spitting out from the printer. “Never… but you… if you want to…?” Law trailed off uncertainly.

Kirin’s face twisted in hurt and irritation.

“Just spit it out, Law. What are you getting at?” Kirin hissed, blinking as tears fell down his cheeks.

Law felt small behind his desk, they’d made a grave miscalculation.

“You’re here. Every day, every hour, and minute. All you’ve ever seen is my house and the lab. I don’t—I don’t know what you do in your free time. Never asked—I should have but I didn’t.” Law began. “You’re so… distant now and I realized how little you’ve seen. I spent years getting to where I am and this is… I wanted to let you do the same thing. Whatever it is, I’ll make it happen. Anything. I-I don’t care what it is as long as you’re happy with it—”

“Law.”

Law stopped, looking back up at Kirin as he sat down his coffee mug and leaned in close.

“Do you want me to leave?” Kirin asked softly and Law felt his hands move of their own accord, cradling Kirin’s cheeks and brushing away the tear tracks.

“No. I want you to live.” Law replied honestly, all thoughts freezing as they marveled in how perfectly Kirin’s jawline fit between his hands. Kirin’s hands pressed over Law’s.

“Then why do you think I want to leave?” Kirin asked, his words curling over Law’s trembling lips. A ghost of a kiss Law ached to resurrect.

“Why would you want to stay? You could have anything in the world… why would you want to stay with a grumpy, neglectful scientist?” Law questioned, ignoring the beeping of his overworked printer informing him that it was empty of paper again.

Kirin chuckled, smile ever closer to Law’s lips. His words low as his warm gaze cut into Law tenderly.

“Because I love them.” Law nearly collapsed forward into Kirin’s lips. Soft, warm pressure folding against his lips as the touch lingered. Half-thought words dying with every pass across silky, delicate skin.

Law didn’t understand. Didn’t know how they’d even begin to understand what could drive Kirin to say that. His voice a dying prayer as firm hands dragged him over the desk, knocking over files neither cared about.

When Kirin pulled away, Law swayed forward to chase his lips, words suddenly bursting forward like a dam had ruptured.

“I’m a doctor of science, Kirin. I spent years studying how people work on the inside. The complex firing of neurons and cycling of the cells. Every system of the body I’ve written and lead entire studies into. I don’t believe in miracles or fairy tales or fucking magic but…” Law kissed Kirin in a hard press, slipping over Kirin’s chin in his enthusiasm without breaking his gaze. “I’d have to be philosopher of god to understand how you came to be here right now. You give me pause, Kirin, after years of self-assured arrogance, I can’t help but wonder who I should thank on my knees—in prayer you filthy heathen!—for your presence. I love you, Kirin. I need you.”

Law closed his eyes and pressed his head against Kirin’s sternum, listening for the first time in weeks to that strong, steady beat.

“But I want you to be happy before anything else.” Law swore softly, breathlessly as his chest ached with want.

Kirin’s arms wrapped around their shoulders gently. Hand curling around the back of their neck. They shuddered at the soft touch, Kirin’s thumb pressing over the notch of his nape where neck met spine. Law felt Kirin lean down, lips brushing the tip of his ear.

“But what if all I want is you?” Law’s breath froze in his chest as they blinked away tears.

“You have me.” They answered instantly. “Always.”

“Always.” Kirin purred, squeezing Law closer still. “I love you, you silly ‘doctor of science’.”

Law relaxed into Kirin’s arms with a happy sigh.

“Still… seems an awful waste to not put your work to use. How does an aquarium visit sound to start with. As a date.” Kirin suggested.

Law laughed, face burning as they glanced down at the many spilled papers.

In hindsight, they could have saved a lot of paper and ink by just asking ahead of time.

“It’s a date.” Law confirmed, allowing Kirin to drag them to the living room for cuddles. Law’s arms draped over Kirin’s shoulders as he rested his head over Law’s chest. Confessing his own silly thoughts that rivaled Law’s own after Shachi and Penguin’s visit.

When Kirin had finished, laying boneless across Law’s body, Law realized something. Making a small noise, they pulled out his phone. Kirin whined at the slight movement, complaint curling into a purr when Law rubbed Kirin’s back in apology.

“What are you doing?” Kirin murmured, kissing over Law’s sternum lazily.

“Seeing about a double date.”

L: You two alive?

S: Boss!

P: Boss man!

P: You’re alive!

L: stfu

L: aquarium on main. Next week at three?

P: ?!?

S: !?!

S: You running public experiments now boss?

S: Didn’t know you could get permits for that so easily after last time…

L: Shut up!

L: It’s for a date.

L: A double date with Kirin.

P: !!! u owe me five bucks!!!

S: Babe, wrong gc

P: shit

L: …you two made a bet?

P: lol, yeah?

S: It was obvious, wasn’t it?

S: We figured you would confess eventually.

L: …

L: So are you coming or not?

S: Absolutely!

P: Tell Kirin we said hi!

S: And that we can’t wait to see him again, he’s a pretty cool dude!

“It’s officially a double date.” Law declared, finding Kirin’s gaze on them again. Soft smile curling over Law’s chest. Law ran his hand over Kirin’s bare back sweetly, leaning forward for a soft kiss. “I love you.”

“Love you too, Law.” Kirin replied against his lips.

[toonabby]

Three days until Christmas (sorry I skipped out on the first two days)

(April 2024 update to fix spelling mistakes)

Since Christmas is three days away I'm just gonna list out a bunch of foreign, non-Japanese animation that debuted this year. I'm just gonna keep this first entry short and sweet:

The Girl Downstairs

I really liked the more laid-back tone of the series focusing on the male lead, a drop-out idol who lives at his apartment downstairs, and his college friends. Speaking of which I adore stories that are set in college and I want more works from SoL genre (or any genre in general) to take place in college, ESPECIALLY anime. I am sick and tired of anime only taking place in high schools especially when the dreaded "fanservice" trope is involved... 😒 (I also found out it was based on an ongoing webtoon as well as being one of the two adaptations released this year - the other being a live-action Netflix series called Doona!)

Xyrin Empire

Rare harem W Maybe its me excluding this (and DAL) from the terrible harem animes solely because its made in a different country from the same continent AND has CG animation that isn't god awful, but from what I seen of the first few episodes or so its not that. Not that good either since it falls into the tropes common in anime (the "boring but overpowered" MC, the love rivals, the 'tsundere' childhood friend, "really 300+ year old" childlike character who wears age-inappropriate attire), but I can at least tolerate this show compared to other works from this genre and even with the tropes there not as awful and apparent as the other harem animes, but that's probably because I haven't watched much from this show.

Rainbow Bubblegem

If this was an anime, then I'll pay my life-savings for what would be a return of the traditional Magical Girl genre in a loooong while after we've been bombarded with PMMM wannabees that fall in the "ow the edge" territory while forgetting what made MadoMagi phenomenal for the genre in the first place, remakes of old Magical Girl animes (e.g. Sailor Moon Crystal and Tokyo Mew Mew New), and the Precure franchise being the sole survivor of the traditional magical girl genre. I really like the premise that is essentially a combination of H2O: Just Add Water, Miraculous Ladybug, and Sailor Moon, and how Red Ruby (on of the main characters) isn't just a stereotypical alpha bitch, no she's actually helpful and friendly to the main girl, if a bit self-centered.

As for the shows I started to get invested in....

Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends (2004)

This is a childhood of mine that resurfaced in my mind. Out of all of the Cartoon Network shows this one is my personal favorite, and I'm really excited on what the new preschool show spin-off will take us to. That, and me being a Bloo fan since I've started remembering this show. "It's hoooooot in to-pe-kaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."

Ba Da Bean (2021)

I adore the show's aesthetic of an arts and crafts-laden environment where everything and I mean EVERYTHING was made out of art (such as the houses being cardboard boxes or an impossible bottle) and the 'fish out of water' premise of a science project from a school's science lab transferring to an art class where he gets to meet and befriends the town's residents while also having a knack for science. I love the dynamic between Bean and Cosa too. Kami the origami bibliophile is my favorite solely because of how relatable she is (I'm also an introvert). That's of course mnot even mentioning the impressive voice cast of the English dub such as Stephanie Panisello (Resident Evil's Claire Redfield and Genshin Impact's Cloud Retainer/Xianyun), Suzie Yeung (Chainsaw Man's Makima, Genshin Impact's Eula, and HSR's Hanya), Amber "FoxyVox" May (Genshin Impact's Dehya and HSR's Yanqing), Dino Andrade (Zuzubaland's Zuzu, whose dub coincidentally was also recorded by the studio that recorded BDB's dub, BangZoom!), and Kelly Baskin (Genshin Impact's Amber and Azure Striker Gunvolt 3's Kirin), with four of the working on Genshin Impact and two on Honkai: Star Rail.

FriendZSpace (2021)

I'll be real. Had it not been for the official YouTube channel uploading all of the BangZoom dubbed episodes (plus the Discovery Kids LA YT channel uploading a few clips of the eps in Spanish), this show would've likely become lost media. When I first watched the show in English I enjoyed it, and I was actually surprised that one of the sealife characters in the first episode was voiced by Melissa Fahn, and I couldn't believe it at first glance she sounded nothing like the other roles Fahn played. Other than that I loved the show and wised I got more from it.

Underdogs United (2022)

For the most part, I didn't even acknowledge that this show was an actual thing until a year later; even the more obscure cartoons from South America at least had a cult following. Even less was me acknowledging this show is a TV adaptation/spin-off of Metegol, a movie with three of the main Foosball players (Capi, Beto, and Loco - the precursor to Kiko) being transplanted there with a bunch of original characters. Hell, the company and producer of the original film (MundoLoco CGI and Juan J. Campanella respectively) also made UU, and Metegol itself is an adaptation of Memoirs of a Right Winger - a short story by Roberto Fontanarrosa that film loosely based itself on. In other words, a TV series about Foosball figures living in a sport-centric world spun-off from a movie about said Foosball figures coming to life in the real world which was loosely adapted from a short-story by an author from Argentina who died 6 years before the movie came out....

Anyways, of the characters I like in UU, it's THE BETO! His personality can be basically described with any adjective for self-centeredness. He's so egotistical that his spot in the intro has him flexing his muscles after he kicks the ball, AND THEN looks at the camera with smug-ish eyebrows and puckered lips. But what I really like about him is not his selfishness but rather the fact that he is deep-down a kind and friendly individual who cares for his allies and would even put aside his arrogance to help others. That's what I like about him - he's selfish, but not too selfish to the point of being annoying. He's obsessed with his looks and popularity but when the chips are down, he'll prioritize the safety of his allies and his loved ones over his own.

[mymiraclebox]

A drabble about Kirrin?

[Kirrin's bio, Qilin of Light.]

---

Kirrin awoke to darkness.

Their eyes blinked open, stretching out as they took in their surroundings. They were exactly where they had fallen asleep, sprawled out on a smooth rock that had always made the perfect basking spot. There was no sign of any kind of disturbance about them, all was how it should be.

Save for the sky above them was pitch black, not even the stars visible.

"Duskk!" Kirrin thundered, rising up into the air, their mane of rainbow Light flaring in their anger, sending shadows dancing across the realm of the Miracle Box.

They didn't have to fly too far, simply drifting in the direction where their natural Light did not shiny quite as brightly, knowing that the kwami they were looking for would be waiting. A glow brightly surrounded Kirrin, illuminating their immediate surroundings. They shown like a beacon, all other kwamis would known exactly where they were, and to stay away.

Kirrin glowered down at their target as they at last found them, the canine below being the only thing that did not show in the Light that Kirrin cast. Instead the Grim was directly covered in shadows, even with Kirrin's bright antler looming right behind her. Darkness and Light seemed to hiss as the auras intertwined, and the Grim glanced up at the angry Qilin above her.

"Hi!" Duskk said happily, tail wagging as she regarded Kirrin. The shadows about Duskk seemed to intensified, naturally trying to block out the light shining on her. "Mind turning it down a bit? You're blinding me."

"There's nothing to turn down," Kirrin growled. "Considering that it's still my fortnight– it shouldn't be night right now!"

Duskk's playful expression immediately darkened. "Really? That's what this is about?"

"We agreed to every two weeks!" Kirrin shouted. "Two weeks of Light, and in return we'll all suffer in the nothingness of the shadows you bring for two more– what made you think you had the right to cloak the Miracle Box like this?"

"You were asleep," Duskk said, as if this was obvious. "For three days on end. No reason for me to be burned alive if you weren't even awake to enjoy the stupid glow."

Kirrin's mouth opened for a moment, but no words came out for a moment, the Qilin looking like a fish for a moment. They then let out a snarl of frustration, hooves curling under them.

"I wanted it to be Light out while I slept," Kirrin hissed through gritted teeth. "Is that so hard to understand you shaded cur?"

Duskk just rolled her eyes. "You know, most of us actually sleep at night. If anything it was just more natural."

"There is nothing natural about the suffocating calamity of your shadows," Kirrin hissed. "How is one supposed to sleep with shivers and unease, because nothing can be seen?"

"How can anyone fall asleep when a solar flare shines straight through closed eyelids?"

"A good thing that's not a problem for you since you drench yourself with shadows as if its another layer of your mangled fur!"

Duskk's ears fell flat. "At least I'm not waltzing around with fire burning from my back."

"It's light, not fire!" Kirrin cried, the aurora of their mane flaring up in reply.

"Which is a kind of light."

"You want light?" Kirrin roared, rearing up, antlers and hooves beginning to pulse. "Let's see you take a Radiance right to the face!"

"I'll make sure every day of yours is Eclipsed!" Duskk cried back, a shadowy orb forming between their paws as they rose up to meet Kirrin.

"You two, enough!" A new voice snapped in frustration, causing both Elementals to pause their powers for a moment, glow and shade twisting about them in the sudden silence.

Allta stood not far off, red eyes narrow in the darkness. Cheeks puffed up for a moment, a frustrated croak coming from the Frog, before she let out a deep sigh.

"I thought we were over this," The words were a statement, but Allta's voice sounded more pleading than anything.

"She spread her Darkness during my allotted day!" Kirrin cried, pointing an accusing hoof at the darkened sky.

"He was asleep and not even paying attention to his stupid Light so why did I have to suffer for three more days?" Duskk added with a glare.

The two Elementals sent a growl at each other, and Allta pressed a paw to her forehead.

"It doesn't matter what I was doing, it was still part of my day!"

"You were sleeping so there was no reason why it should't be night!"

"I took a nap in my Light for a reason, and it wasn't to wake up in this pitch black emptiness!"

"You know all other Miracle Boxes live what appears to be a constant night and all us kwamis survive, but nooo, its too much for you."

"Those 'nights' actually look like nights, with stars in the sky, and enough actual light to get by, not this void of nothingness that you create for all of us to suffer in."

"Nocturnal kwamis exist."

"So do diurnal ones!"

"I said enough!" Allta cried, waving her arms, turning the attention back to her before the two could go at each others' throats again. "Duskk, it's still Kirrin's turn to decide the sky, you don't get to just take his days away. Kirrin, if there's a problem we can discuss it civilly, you don't have to go marching straight to a fight like this."

"It wouldn't be a fight if she'd just stay out of this..." Kirrin muttered.

"Are you saying it's my fault? I tried to be nice, but you wouldn't even say hello!"

Allta dragged her paws down her face, letting out a groan.

[amaiyumekcg-miraculousforest]

It's my 9 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

😅😆

"It's actually an 8 year anniversary, since AYKC × Miraculous Forest "officially" started in late 2014. At the time, I wanted to do "soft opening" for AYKC × MiraMori's Tumblr before it got established. But anyway, the 9th anniversary will be coming, soon in late 2023!"🥳

-Amahime the Kirin✨️🦒🔮✨️

[rainbowdoggieunicorn]

Here's Betty's Hero Outfit Form for when She's Pissed and her Outfit Name is Called Apocalypse. Her Outfit is based off MLP Kirin Anger from Nirik.

[kishimotomasashi]

This was... a huge ass gamble he took here, holy shit

[cebwrites]

soup-ervised (Law)

a/n: something tender for the boys, posting to show @jesterwriting <3

oc x canon, they/he law word count: 0.6k

Law can't cook, however well intentioned, or at least they can't cook unsupervised - things keep getting burnt, other things aren't seasoned enough, and worst of all they make steak well done - there've also been a few fires that their crew immediately scrambled to put out.

Kirin's conked out from spring allergies again and this time Reiji's inconveniently caught something too, so they're both down for the count. Law and Rio begrudgingly agree to keep their bickering to a minimum so they can make something for their bedridden idiots.

Rio's as awful at showing them the ropes as Law is learning because they're both too stubborn for their own good; the soup miraculously catches fire while they're arguing, Rio easily starves it out by removing the oxygen but Law's still staring at it with their eyes glazing over.

Law didn't quite connect the dots from his kitchen fires to Corazon before this but now that they have noticed he can't stop thinking about it. Thinking about how they can't even do this one simple thing right and how disappointed Cora would be.

That, on top of the stress of everything else going on that week - Kirin and Reiji getting sick, probably some other things falling behind schedule or something breaking on the Tang that needs fixing - ends up being the straw that breaks the camel's back.

Law angrily throws in the towel, tells Rio he can just finish it himself if he's so good at it, and stalks off to go have his meltdown somewhere private. Bepo and Shachi find them about an hour later stuffed into a broom closet because Kirin and Reiji are taking up their bedroom for the time being.

They let him let it out, bury their face in Bepo's fluff to scream for a bit, and eventually coax Law into getting some fresh air. Law comes out of the sub to see Rio smoking against the ledge and asks if they should really be wasting time up here when she should be getting a pot of soup ready if she wants to make it in time for Kirin and Reiji's supper.

Rio tells him he's out of his mind if Law thinks that he's going to waste food, but that there's no need to drain the initial one anyway since he's already ladled out the burnt flavor - Rio replies to their silence by saying 'yes, you can do that' and Law tries to hide their fluster.

Law then asks why Rio didn't go after him, since 'all that emotional vulnerability junk' seemed to be Kirin's crew's whole schtick. Rio raises an eyebrow and responds with the question of would Law want to be emotionally vulnerable with them in a time like that and laughs at the face Law makes.

Rio tells him that's more Reiji's territory and that feelings as a whole aren't particularly their area of expertise. She continues, saying that he also knew that if Law didn't get this done today then they'd continue to feel awful about it for weeks because that's just the kind of person they are, so they'd better get back to the kitchen to finish it properly.

Law watches Rio walk past him and throw away his cigarette, staring at his back for a bit - Rio's almost through the door when they feel a weird tug in their chest and the blue light around them fades. They narrow their eyes at Law, who just says that they should thank him for removing the carcinogens in their lungs.

They get into another argument about Law being "a weird little rat" but for the rest of time they're in the galley it's entirely peaceful.