#oc: kayo

[rottengurlz]

save me sad men with brown eye(s) save me

[5poundlobster]

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[demitsorou]

Kayos turned 14 today yay! (living in my head rent-free since april 13th 2009)

Enjoy some lore, perceive the manwhore.

Kayos is the first Shakratu to be created. He was designed to be a vanguard of The Brotherhood's will in matters that could not be solved by usual methods they employed.

He is empowered by elemental Shadow, like all Shakratu are. He has another unique element as a result of a mistake during his creation: a destructive cloud of particles, capable of corroding metal and making organic material rapidly decay.

Kayos preferred to use this power sparingly, instead relying on his physical strength, cunning, and charm. Efficiency and subterfuge would be of secondary concern if he could goad his opponents into a fight, or seduce them. He would toy with his prey, enjoying the thrills of combat or pleasures of flesh, chasing the adrenaline high.

Kayos favors greatswords as his weapons of choice. The one he carries with him allows him to channel his shadow powers into the blade, augmenting the slashes with even more lethality. Despite that, he uses shadow more for stealth and misdirection, as his raw physical strength is enough to contend with most opponents. Even without a weapon, he's a skilled combatant in hand-to-hand, using the environment to his advantage.

Nowadays, Kayos is the current ruler of the land of Karzahni, taking on Karzahni's original responsibilities. He provides refuge and solace for forsaken and outcasts, and mends their broken minds, souls, and bodies, with the help of his court. He is more successful than original Karzahni, and is generally respected and beloved by his subjects.

[varpusvaras]

Seventeen stares at Arell. He has to bite his teeth together so hard it feels like they are breaking in order to not to continue saying anything more, no matter how much he wants to do so. Let the bastard say what he wants in turn, and then Seventeen can continue and finish this and do whatever he wants afterwards.

Arell stares right back. He is holding back, Seventeen can see it, because he has forced his face to be expressionless, but Seventeen can still see the contempt in his eyes. He stays quiet for one, two, three, five, ten seconds, and Seventeen wants to fucking strangle him already-

"Just cry", Arell says.

Seventeen feels something twist inside his head.

"What?" He snarls.

"Just cry", Arell repeats. "There's no need for you to stand there and throw insults at me. Just cry like a normal person."

Seventeen wants to go over there and strangle him right now.

"In case you have not noticed already, I am not-"

"Shut the hell up with that already." There is emotion now on Arell's face. His mouth is contorted into a disgusted sneer. "I am not a normal person, shut the hell up. You are just a person, just a human being, there is nothing special about you. There are billions of you all over the fucking Galaxy, and you have the nerve to stand in front of me and tell me that you are somehow special, somehow different from all of them? No, you are not. You are a regular human being that the Galaxy has been kicking to the head for your entire life, and what you are supposed to do now is to be a normal person and cry about it!"

Seventeen wants to fucking kill him.

"Shut up", he says. He isn't yelling. He doesn't do yelling.

"What?" Arell scoffs. "You don't like hearing the truth? That you are not some unfeeling killing machine, too good for normal people stuff? Well that's too bad, because that is what you need to hear, and I am telling you that right now. You are not special. You are just a human!"

"Shut up." Seventeen is not yelling. He doesn't do yelling. Yelling doesn't do anything.

Neither does crying.

"Or what?" Arell asks. He stares right at Seventeen, unmoving, challenging, like Seventeen is not a highly trained soldier, bred for war, capable of snapping his neck with his bare hands if he wants to. He is staring at Seventeen like Seventeen is just a regular person, living their regular life and a normal house, doing menial daily tasks like laundry and dishes and cooking and cleaning because that is what his life is.

There's a stab at Seventeen's abdomen. A phantom pain that wants to spread like a fire to the rest of his body.

"Or what?" Arell repeats, like he can see it, like he knows that Seventeen is not a threat to him, because he is a broken product that has been cast aside because he is of no use anymore.

"Shut up!" Seventeen is not yelling. He does not do yelling. Yelling helps nothing. Neither does crying.

"Or what!" Arell takes a step forward. Seventeen stands his ground, no matter how much his body is burning, no matter how much it is telling him to just collapse to the ground and lay there and scream. "Or what, Seventeen? What are you going to do? You can't keep running away from this! You have already lost the first half of your life, do you want to keep wasting the rest of it away too, pretending to be something you are not?"

"Shut up!" There is fire everywhere. "Shut up! You don't know anything!"

"I know enough!" Arell is standing in front of him and looking down at him. "I know that you are a human! That's all I need to know! That's all that you need to know! Now cry, damn it!"

Seventeen screams.

He is being stabbed through his abdomen, with a blade that is hotter than all the blaster bolts he has ever shot in his entire life, and his legs stop working and he falls to the ground, both numb and on fire, and he heaves the air in and out, like it is supposed to help, but nothing helps, nothing ever does, he has tried, he has tried and nothing ever does, he doesn't need it, he needs to just keep going-

There is a strange noise coming from somewhere. It's guttural and sorrowful. Angry and frustrated. Pitiful and pleading. Seventeen knows the noise. It's how all the cadets had sounded like when they would fall down, bruised and beaten by everything, tired and angry and scared about everything happening around them and to them. They would wail like that, asking for help, and it never helped anyone.

Seventeen listens to it, wondering what had been the cause this time. If it had been the ten hours of training, if it had been the trainers screaming insults for every missed mark, if it had been the pains of a body that had been growing too fast and kept changing even faster. If it had been the fear of what was to come. If it had been the nightmares of death plaguing them even when they were awake.

It never helped. Nothing would change if you cried. No one would ever help. It was pointless. All you could do had been to just stand up and keep going, no matter what.

Seventeen can't stand up.

He listens to the crying.

There are no cadets there. Not even other clones. None other than him.

Seventeen is on the floor and he cries and he can't stand up.

There are hands on him. They pull him straighter and then drag him forwards, and then there are arms wrapping around him.

Crying had never helped. There had been no arms to hold you if you cried. The only thing you could do had been to stand up and keep going.

It's wrong. It's not how this is supposed to go. There isn't supposed to be anyone there. It's not supposed to help.

Arell sits on the floor in front of him and holds him.

It's wrong. There isn't supposed to be anyone there. It's not supposed to help.

It's not-

"I hate you", Seventeen cries.

"That's okay", Arell says.

It's not supposed to-

"I hate you", Seventeen cries.

"That's okay", Arell says, again.

Seventeen cries.

[kayo-ko]

[forest-falcon]

The Butterfly Effect

Chpr 13

⚠️ Minor angst/whump references

🧡💙🩵🚒

"Colonel Casey! Thanks for answering the call."

"Anytime John, though for all your sakes, I hope it is not that often. How can we help?"

"I've got Kayo up in the cockpit with Scott. We could do with another jet pack to help her with the evac."

"Tam, you're up!" McCready gave the order.

Tam instantly deployed the jet and flew to the downed ship.

"McCready, I have a further four people trapped inside the villa. I need you to work alongside Brains and Tycho to work out the safest way of getting to them, and setting up any structural supports where needed."

"Consider it done."

"Jonesy, you're with them. Shift only what Brains or Tycho say is safe to do so."

Jonesy gave a nod and jogged to catch up.

John ignored the familiar sounds of his brother's suit.

Virgil would be fine.

He forced a swallow.

"Mac, you'll be EMT for Scott. I need Tam available as soon as they touch down. We may need those with jetpacks to reach the higher levels of the villa.

"I'll grab a kit.'

"Good."

"Colonel Casey; I need you to provide us all with comms."

"Rigby, ...you're with me."

*. *. *.

"Not long now Scott."

Scott's eyes rolled back and closed; his consciousness hanging by a thread.

"Hey! Hey! I'll be havin' none of that."

Kayo gave his fingers a firm squeeze.

"C'mon, Scott - get your game face on. There's a certain firefighter on her way up to you.

The pilot let out a faint moan, but refused to open his eyes.

"look awf-l."

"I mean, yeah...but if you play your cards right, and you're nice to me, I'll tell her one of us slaved your Bird and bodged the landing."

Scott gave a weak smile. He could hear the mischief sparkling behind her cool facade.

"I mean, it's gotta be worth a month's laundry duty..."

*. *. *.

"Someone order an Uber?"

Tam forced a calm persona. Sure, she'd attended a few blazes that required multiple trucks and stations to attend; but using a laser cutter on the Thunderbird One to extract the Scott Tracy on the family's own secret island, was mind-boggling.

No...No. This was just another rescue.

"Tam, good to see you! We're all strapped in here and ready to go."

Tam couldn't help but hear Kayo's own forced professionalism mirrored within her voice.

"That's the last of it."

TB1 emitted a hiss, not dissimilar to a wince as Tam finished cutting the damaged cockpit with the laser.

"FAB. And all's clear below?"

Kayo spread her fingers wide across the cockpit glass.

Tam flew upwards to give a final check.

"CLEAR."

Tam fitted the suction pads to the glass.

One. Two. Three. Lift!

The glass was heavy. The jetpack instantly wobbled with the unbalanced weight.

The second the glass was safely away from Scott and Kayo, she released the suction, and the glass fell to the ground with an impressive, smashing sound.

"Oh Scott, you should see what she's done to your vehicle. I think we'll need to get her number...for insurance purposes," Kayo grinned.

"I mean, I'm not sure that my insurance covers Thunderbirds, but you could sue me for a questionable sandwich I have left in my fridge. That said, I'm sure all this damage will just buff right out."

Scott groaned at the camaraderie.

Right...shall we get you down? On three Kayo?

"Yes ma'am!"

Both deployed their jetpacks and took hold of the spinal board.

"Ready?"

Kayo gave a small nod.

"One...Two...Three."

Scott was lifted free of his stricken Bird. His eyes flickered open, and for the first time since his ordeal began, he felt hopeful. And for a moment, his pain was all-but forgotten. All he could see was cerulean sky.

[thatkidwholikesthunderbirds]

-Colour Palette Collection-

I found a nice set of colour palettes from InkspillDoessomeArt while I was browsing Pinterest, I only originally started with Alan but then the inspiration for each palette grew one by one. (;^^)

It took me weeks to make these, I hope you like them.♡♡

Alan in Wishful Kiss - Virgil in Cimarron Street - Scott in Falling Through - Lady Penelope in Dusty Rose - John in Taste Of Paradise - Kayo in Swamp Enchantress - Gordon in Harvest Queen - Squirt (my oc) in Pistachio Pudding.

[ilytra]

I just realized on Cheshire's characte inspo thing Hachi was there

,,, Modern Kayo's outfits are based off of Nana (and parts of her personality)

IT'S LITERALLY THEMMMMM

I DREW THIS SO FAST WITH TEARS IN MY ARCANE EYES

I BASED RF CHESHIRES OUTFITS ON HACHI’S TOO. STOPPPPP

ITS LITERALLY THEM IN ANOTHER UNIVERSE PLEASE 😭😭😭

[edutainer2022]

This is a glimpse of my bosom future!headcanon timeline. Just 'cause (I came across a West Wing gif-set, probably why). It also features in Timey-Wimey and Piano Practice. Though, always in flux the future is... Virgil and Kayo have a chat - they worry about Scott. A lot. That's it, that's the story. Some things, old and new, hurt.

Warning: an OC death mentioned in passing (please, read the end note*, if you kindly make it that far).

WORRIES

A gust of wind ruffled his hair - still trademark styled, but more liberally sprinkled with salt and silver now - as Shadow landed on the pad. Kayo still used her trusty old bird for errands and investigative missions, although her flightsuit was a mandatory solid black of the Secret Service now. Ms. Kyrano, Chief of World President's Security Detail, joined him wordlessly at the railings of the rooftop terrace, overlooking the magnificent vista of the Alps, crystal blue sky and the beautiful city below. Virgil sighed.

"I need updates on his BP and heart rate stats twice a day, uploaded to my comm directly. Thrice a day if there's a... situation or Ambassador Lemaire shows up, or the First Lady starts a war or something..."

Kayo suppressed a smile and leaned sideways on the railing.

"Eos gleans his stats every morning and every night before bedtime from all the residences sensors."

"Yeah, but Eos doesn't have access to the situation room. Not that Scott knows of, anyway. And I can't risk..."

Virgil was short for breath and the last words came out as a croak. Kayo squinted and squeezed his arm.

"You don't approve?"

"That he had a cardiac episode after the memorial service and then went on to take the most stressful job in the world? No, I well damn don't approve!"

Virgil's knuckles went white from the grip on the railings. Kayo stayed silent, giving room to his anguish, a hand on his bicep an unwavering anchor. When dark brown eyes next turned back to her, they were glistening with a sheen of tears.

"How does he do it, Kayo? After we lost Jeffy Jr.*? I can't breathe sometimes, it hurts so bad! And I'm just an uncle."

The pain flared readily from an ever fresh wound. Virgil's voice hitched:

"Allie felt so guilty he left for that deep space mission! I'm so scared all the time. How does Scott even cope?!"

Kayo snorted at that.

"Have you MET Scott? He doesn't."

A wide arch of the black clad arm indicated the massive World President Residence and Offices all around and below them.

"He hoisted up the heaviest mantle he could fathom and let duty consume his every waking and sleeping hour, drowning out all other thoughts. There's nothing much heavier than the weight of the actual world, huh?"

"Guess not. That's what worries me most..."

Virgil's sigh was tinged with bottomless rue this time. Keeping busy with International Rescue is the one thing that keeps me from going crazy. The echo of the words biggest brother said to him so many years ago, on a dark, dark snowy night, rippled through memory. He hoped so much they were past... THAT stretch of self-destructive coping. For a blissful while, moreso after Dad got back, they were. Jeffy Jr. and Skye were born. It went unspoken between them all, but Jeffy was their golden chance at a Scott that was happy and carefree, encouraged and inspired by legacy, but not subsumed or crashed by it. But they were the Tracies, so the universe would never let them truly catch a break. Ever, it seemed...

Kayo, ever the psy-ops, ever the bereft family like them all, sensed a need to shift the subject to something brighter.

"Did you get to see Lucy rehearse?"

Virgil's whole face lit up immediately and he beamed at her.

"Oh yes! I was at the dress rehearsal, and she asked me to accompany her after lunch today, for vocal practice before the premiere! Though I think it's more of a courtesy - she's got world class concert pianists at her disposal."

Kayo was smiling fondly in return. Virgil's kids were as much a reflection of his kind and caring nature, and talent, as Scott's son and daughter were that of his consuming drive, focus, and dedication to duty. Okay, maybe not to go there at the moment! Kayo waved the imaginary wisps of hair out of her eyes to blink away unwarranted tears and regroup.

"Have you considered you're maybe Lucy's favorite world-class concert pianist?"

Virgil's smile was impish, yet full of love. A sudden idea occurred, as his glance fell on the Shadow, and made him gasp.

"Please, tell me he's not cowboying it here in Delta-One?!"

Kayo actually let herself laugh at the implication. They certainly wouldn't put it past Scott to ditch the entourage and take his augmented Thunderbird out for a spin.

"Relax! The Joint Chiefs requested an on-the-go meeting, so it's a scenic route across the Atlantic on a GDF bus. No Delta-drive jumps for our favorite Commander today. Besides, the whole media circus tagged along from NYC. Nobody would miss the World President's favorite niece perform Carmen at the Season opening of Vienna Opera."

"Scott doesn't have favorites!"

The response was automatic, which scored another of Kayo's smile. It wasn't quite a secret the family consensus placed Scott a higher ranking Dad in the overarching hierarchy of Tracy parents. Jeff Sr., the proud Grandpa, was more of a partner in crime and a co-conspirator to everyone's endless befuddlement.

Virgil's take-away from her previous statement was, however, unexpected.

"So there IS a situation?! Kayo, I need his stats THE MOMENT they land!"

"Nothing your Casey had warranted worthy of high treason to inform me about. Virgil, it's fine. He'll be fine!"

That was true. Virgil's second youngest was currently the Deputy Chief of Communications of the World President office and, besides Kayo herself, the family's trusty person on the inside. She virtually worshipped the ground her Big Uncle walked and would flag anything potentially too worrisome with regard to his mood or health. Besides, John would probably know in advance anyway if it were Bereznik or any number of regions giving grief du jour (something the World President himself probably didn't need to know about, for plausible deniability and a semblance of restful sleep).

Kayo made a point to amend her reassurance with a shoulder squeeze. Dark brown eyes turned to her were frantic again.

"Look after him, will you?!"

Kayo gave a firm nod in acknowledgement. A pang of an old heartache flared up. But it became a well practiced, tried and true spiel between them, through the years - he was burning himself to light up the world, she was the shadow.

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*[spoiler alert] The relentless narrative logic and poetic symmetry part of me dictates that Scott, in the later arch of his journey, would, very likely, have to loose a son to his own legacy and footsteps. The way Jeff dodged a bullet (just barely). But the regular bleeding heart part of me screams in agony in the face of such abject tragedy and comes up with elaborate scenarios in my head how it all could eventually be okay. Dad Jeff couldn't have used up all of Tracy limit of miracles.

[miaurri]

in the Superhero AU, what is Kayo like in her civilian life? ( °ヮ° ) ?

She works at a bar Madame Kaji owns! Doesn’t get payed too much but it’s smth that keeps her from going homeless so good enough

[rottengurlz]

he's like if a loser were a man

[5poundlobster]

☆OC: Kayo

Name: Kayo Yaotome Nickname(s): Kacchan (mostly by her younger cousins, Airi, and Yuki) Age: 19/20 Birthday: 10/30 Gender: Female Sexuality: Either heterosexual or bisexual with a strong male lean

•Appearance Hair color: Gray/Dark White Eye color: Gray/Silver Height: 5'5 or 167 cm

•Relationships -Parents: Loves her mom to death; constantly prays that her father won't wake up one day -Siblings: Gaku Yaotome, despite them not really growing up together they closed the gap recently and she loves him (though she'd never admit it) -Friends: She has quite a lot of them, many of them from another dimension -Partner(s): Her first love died but her future partner is Kyoya Ootori

•4 facts about her: °She's an idol °Is a member of the Yakuza (second heir, impressed the boss so much he wanted her to join) °She's the reason why Ai-chan almost died at 8 °Originally wanted to be a doctor

[demitsorou]

GWP Tahu's waist is perfect for men to grab

Kayos is down to grab it

[varpusvaras]

Seventeen: Sex is stupid. You all are stupid. The only contact I'm going to have with someone is out of obligation or when I'm punching them

Arell, getting up on his personal space while they're having an argument:

Seventeen:

Seventeen: Do you want to punch me

Arell: What the fuck-

[kayo-ko]

aw, sniped again.

[thatkidwholikesthunderbirds]

Here's an animatic I've been working on these past few days, I was thinking about saving it for March of the OCs but I've had some really bad news today so I thought I'd post it for a little ray of sunshine.

Hope you enjoy.💛💛

Based off this