#serakai

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Capas para uma fanfic Kai'sa X Seraphine (League Of Legends), formatos Wattpad (512 × 800) e Spiritfanfics (600 × 400).

Título: "A Guerra da Travessa"

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How do you feel about Sera having a childhood crush on Shinichi according to Gosho? I know the fandom loved her as a butch lesbian. I like more bi representation and masculine women dating men without needing to be more feminine but…It was obvious she had some kind of interest in him but compared to how sapphic her interactions with the girls are it’s hard to take as seriously though I guess since he's Conan that might explain it (possibly also internalised bi-phobia on my end, I’m used to bisexual erasure via compulsory heterosexual awareness). Though admittedly I like SeraKai/世良快, based on the popular idea that Kaito crushes on people who can and will kick his ass. He's my fandom bicycle. Plus she feels like the kind of person that once she’s beat you/seen you meet consequences (Jeet Kune Do revenge for the stun gun) she’s quick to forgive/doesn't hold grudges and they both like magic tricks, making their loved ones happy and have complicated family circumstances that colour outside the lines of the law. Both have a history of saving Conan too.

I love ships. They're beautiful. And Bi Sera is a valid headcanon.

But Sera having a crush on Shinichi is proof that the author can't write male and female friendships without having to throw in some romance.

Sonoko and Shinichi are the only significant male and female friends in the series (if they aren't, I'm sorry, if I have forgot about the others), which is ironic given that the show is full of childhood friends. Some might point to pairs like Shinichi and Ran, Heiji and Kazuha, or Kaito and Aoko as examples of friendship; however, when the author has firmly established romantic feelings between them, their interactions often fall into the bickering couple trope, which dilutes the pure friendship dynamic.

I wouldn’t even count Heiji as Ran’s friend. I’d like to, but there isn't much friendship story between them in the series to support that. They come across more as close acquaintances rather than actual friends.

Sorry for ranting, but while I do like the ship, it feels like just another one of Shinichi's many love interests that won't develop or contribute to anyone's character growth in any meaningful way.

SeraShin or SeraKai are cute, and I like your take on them.

[luckycaricature]

Looking around to see what I’ve posted to Tumblr and what I haven’t and I Don’t think?? I ever posted this here?? Their name is Serakai lol and… I never did anything with them but BOY do I think they’re neat lmaooooo

[mintchocolateleaves]

And The Cycle Repeats

So, this is an experimental style that I love writing in. I actually wrote a novella in this style, I hope you all love it as much as I do.

Summary: Kaito steals hearts with a kiss and there’s nothing anyone can do to stop him. Kaito x Everyone

[Kaito gives them pieces of himself and pretends that it's love.]

The first is because he's bored.

Kaito is bored, and he is lonely, and a comment from a particularly cruel critic leaves him wondering whether the words 'KID wants a crowd because it's the only love he will ever receive' are true. He changes his hair style, dons the disguise of Kudo Shinichi and seeks her out.

Ran is lonely too, and even though she knows that it's not Kudo Shinichi whose touch lingers on her shoulders, she leans in when he touches her. She loses herself in the image of a boy who plays detective, and Kaito finds himself in the touch of a detective's daughter.

Each touch is gentle, understanding, and Kaito offers his sympathies to a girl who spends all her time waiting, wondering whether the boy she loves will ever return home. Each brush of his fingertips against skin is patient, waiting for confirmation.

Kaito learns a little bit more of patience, tells himself that maybe he can learn to wait if she will simply teach him how to, but Ran is too kind to tear him apart and so he never learns, not really.

He falls a little in love – but then, Kaito thinks it's impossible not to fall in love with Mouri Ran, with the way kindness lurks behind her eyes, danger coiled in every muscle. His heart breaks a little bit each time she tries to grant him a name, but it's alright.

He knows that it's never going to last, so Kaito makes sure to leave before the feeling fades from his skin.

[Kaito changes himself, and pretends that it makes him easier to love.]

The next is nothing like the first.

Where the first had been subtle, innocent pecks against cheeks, sometimes a daring brush against lips, the second is electrified, more outward. There is anger in the touches he receives – not full hate, but anger all the same.

Sera leaves bruises against his neck, bite marks used as a form of punishment for the time he disguised as her.

Where Ran was like water, serene, calm, Sera is electricity. She's got a plan, and a crush on a detective she'll never be with, and well, she's not the first to use Kaito as a substitute for the real deal.

Sera is like the breeze Kaito feels whenever he drives his motorbike at 90, flying down the motorway without a care in the world. She is passionate and alive, and she loves life in a way that Kaito... doesn't.

“You look like you're dying,” she says one day, when they are lying beside one another in the grass, having ridden out to some forgotten area in the middle of nowhere, their motorbikes left near a group of trees.

Kaito leans back and lets out a laugh, it feels hollow, uncertain but glancing other at Sera brings it to life, almost.

“I'm a living legend,” he laughs, as he leans over to face her. They don't speak about the fact that they have had so many people torn away, are plagued by the fact that there is so much they don't know. “And everyone knows legends don't die.”

He leaves her behind with the rev of his engine, replaces her lips against his neck with the breeze of the wind and pretends that it's alright to be a substitute and not the real thing.

[Kaito steals hearts with a kiss, and there's nothing anyone can do to stop him.]

He decides that the usual flings are difficult, and Kaito turns his attentions to someone who's more of a challenge. Summer passes with little response, although he doesn't quite remain with a single individual, is much to 'lovable' for that, but by the time autumn leaves spill across the floor, an array of reds and oranges, there's someone who gladly pulls at his hair and leaves his lips swollen.

Shinichi returns to a life with no secrets, and Kaito knows that in some sort of overwhelmed confusion, the other boy searches for a new secret to keep.

There are no fake aliases – well, only if he disregards his own of KID – and Kaito attempts to teach imagination where there is little, tries to rewire paranoia into caution. It's difficult, and Kaito spends more time trying to piece Kudo Shinichi back together than trying to tear him apart.

Funny, seeing as Kaito just wants to tear him apart. Wants to ask why he deserves to be loved when he's barely ever present, whereas Kaito who's never left anyone behind remains unloved and labelled as nothing but trouble.

Instead, his hands attempt to rewire what's broken – this isn't about love, it's about healing. And Kaito wants to snap - “oh, you thought you were special?”, but he doesn't, he simply kisses the groove of Shinichi's collarbone when nightmares force him awake, stitches him back together with a care he simply isn't used to giving.

Shinichi is grieving the time he'd lost, and Kaito joins him in the time he's still got to live through, and together they are a mesh of emotion, trying to focus on the fact that they are more than the organisations they fight.

It's better for the both of them, when Kaito leaves. He's still in the middle of his fight against animals, and Shinichi still has to deal with the aftermath of his own altercations with alcohols.

Plus, Kaito's pretty sure that he doesn't want to be another person's substitute. And he knows that every kiss they share tastes of Ran and her strawberry lip balm. There is no splitting those two up, Kaito thinks, and maybes he's glad for them, but mostly it hurts.

[The thing with stealing hearts is that KID returns what he steals.]

The fourth is different.

There are no kisses, no lingering touches. Instead of love bites, there is sitting across from one another on balconies, hands intertwined, fingertips touching.

It's not the type of love Kaito expects from the Suzuki family's heir, especially with the way she calls out to him at every heist, but Sonoko is innocent when it comes to love.

KID is her first love, her only what-if.

But she is content with platonic romance, with the roses he gives her, flirtatious quotes and the odd leaning over to brush her hair from her eyes. She is reserved, and Kaito isn't sure whether it's because all of her passion remains overseas with a boyfriend she barely sees, or whether it's because her best friends have already had him.

“I bet you give roses to all the pretty girls,” she comments one day, when he climbs up to her room, hovering in the window. She looks over at a purple stained rose, and there is sadness there, as if she's just realised that he could become anyone, charm anyone.

“Maybe,” Kaito says, “but only you deserve them.”

She offers him a smile, and holds the rose close to her chest. She turns away, and Kaito knows that this is the moment she will turn him away completely, having seen under the monocle and the masks he wears. He doesn't mind though... At least this time he's not been a substitute, at least this time he's someone she'd actually wanted.

He leaves a piece of himself behind, leaves behind the blue ribbon from his hat, and hopes that she'll use it to remember.

He grabs a spare hat for new heists, decides that it's too late to fix something that's broken.

[His affection is an illusion, but it's not quite magic.]

The next is a car crash.

Kaito draws her in and pretends that pinpricks against fabric doesn't tear holes into his skin. He is the only one she wants, and it is not because of love, but everything between them is magic.

Akako is a witch, Kaito is a magician, and maybe in another world it would be enough, but instead it's a barrage of emotions. He doesn't love her, because there is always someone else, and she doesn't love him, she just wants him to succumb to her will.

Each touch burns, hot and raw, scorching him the way hellfire scorches the rooms that Akako uses to summon Lucifer. There are snapped words of hating one another, and Kaito gives up the claim that KID is not his alter-ego because Akako knows to much for him to deny it.

They are both the bruises left on wrists, anger filling stone hearts.

Akako will never love another man, she states, because they drool all over her. And she will never love KID because he doesn't. It's fine, because Kaito will never love a witch, and Akako is the wrong colour anyway – she is a hot, bubbling red and Kaito's only ever wanted blue.

[Kaito's heart is a crime scene – messy and no one can quite figure out the trick.]

This is his big rebellion.

He waits, and he charms his way into the heart of his biggest critic. It takes time – precious timings that he's had to set off, and Kaito convinces himself that if he can get Hakuba to love him, then he really is loveable.

It is with subtle movements. Slowly cutting off the pranks centred only him – 'Don't you know boys only pick on those they like?' - small smiles whenever the other talks about time in such a precise way – 'because I like knowing exactly where I stand'.

Hakuba chases him to the end of a corridor during one heist, having led the KID taskforce up to the roof – why do they think he needs to be on the roof to escape? -and he pauses behind him, just long enough for Kaito to turn from where he's removing a window from it's frame.

“You made it easy for me to follow you.” Hakuba says, and there is confusion there.

Kaito turns, folds the wings of his hang-glider back into his cape, and offers a wide smile. Maybe he's made it easy to be followed, but Hakuba's made it easy for him to get away, escorting the police to the wrong area.

Their romance ends with a hurricane. There is talk of falling, and like a storm, it's over almost as quickly as it starts. It's wild, uncontrollable, which – Kaito loves the irony of someone so controlled being so uncontrollable.

They stand at the window of the heist, and Kaito talks about falling.

He's not sure whether he likes the feeling, so he tests it, stepping back out of the window and preparing himself for the free fall.

[They all love him for being someone else; they never love him for just being Kaito.]

It all ends with Aoko.

She calls out to him from where he's climbed to the roof of his house – something she hates him doing, but never quite tells him off for doing. He makes his way down, glances at her before turning away. She puts a hand on his shoulder and waits.

She knows about all the heartbreak – she knows him. She always has. And maybe that's why he's so uncertain when it comes to loving her, because she knows all about Kaito but she remains unknowing of KID.

He turns back, and their eyes meet for a moment. He can see longing, both on his end and hers, for a second. Then, it's over, just like that.

“No,” Aoko says firmly, and Kaito understands. Of course he understands. They may be in love with one another but neither is ready for what a relationship will bring. They are not ready to bridge the ever growing distance between them, not mature enough to face the other's secrets with them.

He smiles, self pitying. All he's done is attempt to find a substitute for her, and what does he get for it? Conflicted feelings and a best friend who won't kiss him.

“One day,” Aoko says, turning away before either can start the long-due conversation.

And the cycle repeats.

[children-of-revelation]

"Oh, that was unkind," She simpered, as if she did not regularly murder people and do strange things with their blood, "Considering that it is my domain that you have found yourself in." There was a smear of blood across his shoulder, although she had not recently injured anyone nor been injured herself.

"I suppose I can introduce myself first, regardless of your rudeness."

She stood from her crouch, towering over her fellow daemon at what must have been more than twenty-six feet. She wore only a loincloth, in typical Slaaneshi fashion, but layer upon layer of heavy golden jewelry and glistening gemstones adorned every part of her in some way or the other. It would certainly explain the noise, from the bracelets around her arms to the chains dangling from her horns.

The daemon standing before him grinned, a predatory thing thinly veiled behind comaraderie, and offered a clawed hand that still dripped blood. "I am Jezebel."

There was the distinct feeling of being watched, one person, too many people. Hard to tell. Something jingled, bracelets clanking together as a large hand came to rest on his shoulder, and an unfamiliar voice purred in his ear, “Now what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this? I think you're lost.” [children-of-revelation]

@children-of-revelation

He turned his head to the source of the voice, lips turning up in a snarl.

"Do not speak to me like that. I don't think you know who I am." He growled, jerking his shoulder out of the grip.

[the-empress-of-nothing]

"Make the room stop spinning and my head being in pain." @daemonprimarchofmalal

@daemonprimarchofmalal

"I should have known you'd never listen to me!" She grumbles, wrapping Serakai's head in bandaging. "I'll send for some water and an apothecary, but until then you need to lie down."

[ask-the-crimson-king]

❤️+🖤 @daemonprinceofmalal

[Plusle and Minun]

@daemonprimarchofmalal

“I am happy to know you live, Serakai. You were one of my closer siblings. It was more than a shame to have your name wiped from history.” He had a grim look on his face. “As much as I did enjoy your company, I find it somewhat odd that you threw your lot behind Malal. You were one of the last I could see ever joining any ‘god’. It’s disappointing to see another of my kin shackled to a capricious beast.”

[deductionfreak]

@butchkurama replied to your post: anyways, this is why the manga is the true canon,...

I was gonna make a joke about how nothing is safe and Gosho would even make someone’s eyelashes plot relevant, but then I remembered the serakais

the jokes just write themselves at this point

[daemonprimarchofmalal]

((I'll be answering for both Orius and Serakai, ask for any other of my characters!))

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Put a symbol (or several) and a character/characters in my ask box, and I’ll give you a headcanon.  Yes.  Do it.

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[logicalabsurdity]

outline outline for camp nano july

it is a very srs bsns outline look at this paragraph

So end of act 1 maybe the first confrontation between her and silas, when she's like "I'm not— I'm not coming back with you" and that blindsides him long enough for Serakai to swoop in and rescue her and Mariane. And then the act 2 beginning is Mariane going "ok I wasn't comfortable telling you earlier because you were maybe going to go back to him at any time but I'm part of the rebellion against your father", and Laelia's like "not now I'm having a panic attack what the fuck was I thinking oh my god oh my god"

[uranusport]

Capa para uma fanfic Imagine Seraphine + Kai'sa (League of Legends) do projeto @AllKDA_project, Round 4: Tipos de Amor, formato Spiritfanfics (600 × 400) e Wattpad (512 × 800).

Título: "Last Thank You"

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[daemonprimarchofmalal]

Serakai stood at his full height, looking down at him with a cold expression. "I will remind you only once to remember who you speak to like that." He growled. "I am a Primarch, you are beneath me."

✂ - backhand my muse across the face @daemonprimarchofmalal

His cheek stung and his head snapped to the side as the blow struck his face. Face thunderous, he turned back to see who it was who had dealt such a harsh strike. “What the fuck was that for?” he roared. He was not used to such unmitigated blows and it had stoked his fearsome temper.

@daemonprimarchofmalal

[daemonprimarchofmalal]

“Dark beasts lurk here. Be cautious.”

He snorted, quickly suppressing this laughter.

“Brother, you know as well as I that there is no beast that can compare to the things we’ve done.” He retorted, crossing his arms. “How sweet of you, though, to warn me. I’m flattered.” He fluttered his eyelashes in a mocking manner. Serakai cared about Magnus, he was one of the few brothers that he could stand to be around, but that didn’t mean he was going to stop being so obnoxious at every turn.

[daemonprimarchofmalal]

Promo!

"I go by the name Serakai. It's unlikely you've heard of me, my name has been removed from all Imperial records. Regardless, whoever is curious enough to approach me, for whatever reason, I welcome you."

[[Hey, it's the Mun from @ask-captain-general-kitten here with my Primarch OC! I'd love to get interaction going! @ask-the-crimson-king @thesilentinquisitor @ask-first-chaplain-erebus @chapter-master-darius @apothecary-khyron @ask-ephraelrhiannon ]]

[daemonprimarchofmalal]

send ⌛for a sleep headcanon !!

Serakai can't sleep without an abundance of pillows around him- Under his head, in his arms, he needs to be surrounded by pillows to comfortably sleep.