#shaky mayhemm

[snowflake-of-destruction]

Re: fandom confessions

I think it's completely fine to ship minors. It's fictional and no children are harmed in the process. I like akuroku and I won't apologize since they don't actually exist.

YOU GET THE TROPHY!

It had been a long time since I have given out the trophy and so the credit is outdated. Shaky Mayhemm had long been shaky-flakes and fandom dormant (though sometimes I can still hear her voice) so the updated link to the art featured in the trophy is

There we go. Trophies all around and NEVER feel sorry for the akuroku.

I would say that even about a ship I didn't personally support. They are all just lines on a page, images on a screen, thoughts in a head fictional beings and what we support in fiction is not a reflection of anything but taste in fiction.

And as for akrk specifically? The Nobody factor makes everything ambiguous. Even if Nobodies age normally--and there have been contradictory statements made, fight me--it is not a normal, human life or development. I really don't see akuroku as an age gap ship most of the time. But that's just me.

[complicatedandstained]

Commissioned pirate Akuroku from @shaky-mayhemm and have never been happier

[death-scout]

I MISSED YOU SO MUCH IVE BEEN REVIVED BY YOUR ART

I MISSED YOU TOO MY PARTNER IN ART RELATED CRIMES 🥺🥺

[therealterriblelizard]

Shaky-Mayhemm’s Au

Sora: *Looking around in a panic state* Riku, have you seen it?!

Riku: Seen what?

Sora: You know the it!

Riku: *Turning around holding Ripan* Sora, what is the it?

Sora: Oh, there it is.

Riku:

Riku: DID YOU MEAN OUR CHILD?!!!

[newjerseyspitratiero]

It's done! This is a akuroku Atlantis AU fic for @shaky-mayhemm

I had a ton of fun working on this one!

[wasabi-gumdrop]

HAPPY NEW YEAR DARLING!!! KEEP IT SPICY AND KEEP ON BEING A SPECTACULAR HUMAN💖💖💖💖

ASHFKFJHD HAPPY NEW YEAR MY LOVE 💘✨🎉

You are so so wonderful and everything you do fills me with so much JOY 😍💞 The way you bless the world with your talent??? We are truly not worthy

[mondaijo]

Excuse me you’re art is so fricking beautiful oh my GOD the way you draw BACKS like YES PLS you are AWESOME and I LOVE YOU

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa this is super sweet THANK YOU? ;;;A;;; omg,,,, this made my day thank you so muchhh, I’m glad you like it!!!!

[yofukit]

Oh shit I forgot to post these pictures of my elf hunk on here, drawn by one of my artist buddies @shaky-mayhemm ,they drew him so gotdam handsome

[fandoms-galore-yall]

MatchaBlossom as Gods AU Fic

This is a short fic inspired by (& with permission from ^.^)  @shaky-mayhemm ‘s beautiful art piece - Sk8 the Infinity MatchaBlossom God AU (← click here to see it - it’s amazing!) 

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Kaoru had always known, once he had discarded the two of them, that things would end with him and Kojiro against Ainosuke. Even when they were children, just beginning to learn their places in the world, they had made an... odd trio, to say the least.  

Kojiro, the God of Earth, Kaoru, the God of Life, and Ainosuke, the God of Destruction. 

No one had been surprised when, as just babes, Kojiro and Kaoru had latched onto one another, forming an unbreakable friendship. 

No one however, had expected for them to welcome Ainosuke into their friendship as well, especially not while they were still in their formative years, as they were still learning to curb their godly instincts… not that Ainosuke ever really did learn how to. 

Kojiro called it a mistake. Kauro wasn’t sure what to call it himself. 

He only knew that his petty nature made it so he refused to let what Ainosuke had done to him and Kojiro go and that his loneliness made him want to forgive Ainosuke and welcome him home, if only he would change his ways.

That of course, would not happen, Kauro knew that. He did. 

Ainosuke would probably laugh if he ever learned what he was doing to Kaoru. Tearing him apart from the inside out. Not that Kaoru would ever let him know that, but still, life must go on... Kaoru, of all beings, would know.

___

Every year there was a major festival held in the honor of the Gods. During said festival, humans would present themselves in hopes of being chosen to be one of the God’s disciples. They would spend a year in service to them and receive one wish at the end - or for the lucky few, get to stay in their chosen God’s service and remain in the Heavens. 

Kojiro always chose beautiful women and men that he would flirt with but never touch while they were in his service. He also never kept any longer than a year. 

Kaoru on the other hand rarely chose any one, instead leaving most of his protection and service to Carla, a being he had brought to life out of the wind. 

While he would never admit to it, he had created her due to Kojiro’s many absences as the God would often leave the Heavens to learn how to cook new foods under human masters of the craft. 

Kaoru would always be his first stop every time he returned home, becoming his taste taster of whatever he had just learned to make and while he loved Kojiro’s cooking, the taste of his creations never fully alleviated the sting of being alone while he was away. 

Ainosuke, on the other hand, would take disciples and he would break them. Only one of them had survived past a year and had chosen to stay with him, a man named Tadashi.

Tadashi may have chosen to stay with Ainosuke, but Ainosuke had still broken the man. Kaoru could feel it when he looked at the man, who still breathed, but  was no longer full of life. 

Seeing it… distressed him. 

Which is why he was on the way to visit Kojiro. 

Cara had overheard and informed him of Ainosuke’s next choice in disciple. 

A young boy named Miya who would be turning thirteen right before the festival began, the minimum age required to offer oneself as a disciple. 

Kauro refused to allow Ainosuke to break a child.

Kaoru threw open Kojiro’s door without knocking.

“Hey!” 

“We have a problem.”

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The day of the festival came quickly, too quickly as far as Kaoru was concerned. 

He was dressed up in finery that had been gifted to him by humans who worshiped him, other Gods, and of course a special piece provided to him by Kojiro, that he wore every festival day. 

He, with Carla by his side, traveled to the large podium where he and the other Gods would stay during the beginning of the festival, as humans sang praises and provided gifts to the Gods. 

He felt Kojiro’s presence before he saw him. 

Carla stepped back, not currently needed as Kojiro approached.  

Kojiro leaned over the balcony. 

The other God began to observe the crowd of humans below. Some were trying to impress the Gods in rather… interesting ways. 

“Humans used to be a lot smarter. Now, they’re all dumb. What happened?” 

Kaoru turned slightly so Kojiro couldn��t see his lips twitch as he answered, “Well, I can say assuredly that their intelligence level went down significantly when they began worshiping the God of Earth more.” 

Kojiro hummed in agreement, “Yea…” Then what Kaoru had said caught up with him, “Hey!” 

Kaoru snickered and Kojiro hip-bumped him, laughing as the God of Life almost fell from the force of it, turning to face him fully for the first time  that night. 

“You…  look…” 

“Save it.” Kaoru tried to cut him off but Kojiro instead slipped behind him, wrapped his arms around his waist and whispered in his ear. “As I was saying, you look absolutely stunning tonight.”  

Kaoru scoffed as Kojiro took his hand and brought it to his lips. 

“And I see you’re wearing the ring I got you.” He said as he dipped to also kiss the ring on Kaoru’s hand. As if Kaoru hadn’t worn it every year since Kojiro had given it to him. 

Kaoru yanked his hand away. “We don’t have time for your nonsense”, He hissed.

Kojiro smiled, understanding of Kaoru’s anxiety. 

“It’ll be fine, we have a plan, we’ll protect the kid, I promise.”

“You can’t promise me that. Ainosuke is clever and cruel and he doesn’t like not getting his way.” 

“Kaoru, no one stands a chance when we work together. Trust me, trust the plan, we will succeed.”

Kaoru sighed and leaned into Kojiro’s embrace. 

“I hope you’re right.” 

Kojiro squeezed him tighter and with convection said, “I know I am.”

And, at least for that moment, Kaoru believed him.

(I have more in my head so I’ll probably add to it later - I hope you enjoyed!)

Here’s pt 2!

[micheleblack]

Wonderful @shaky-mayhemm created fanart for chapter 10 of Jars of Flame!🔥🧡💛

I love it so much!!!! 

[snowflake-of-destruction]

Art credit @shaky-mayhemm circa late April 2020

On the first day of Shaky, my true love got from me....ONE TRUE PAIRING

Dear Shaky,

This is the first piece of art you ever sent me. You asked me to write a caption, and I balked. I was flattered, but I was so intimidated when I saw that crown on Axel's chest. How could I ever write something for your Destiny Kingdom AU? It was your baby. I can't get it wrong. I can do anything else but not that. 

I...still worry about that, but I thought this was a nice full circle move. Thank you for your faith and your friendship. Happy birthday. I hope you enjoy it. Eleven more days to come.

I tried to link to posts of yours I referenced, so others could reference, but I probably missed some

How We Lie

It should have been the most beautiful sunset they'd ever witnessed. Thematically, it would have been satisfying. Their lives were melodrama, the setting was rude not to cooperate and leave them with a final perfect memory to hold onto when the light died completely. Instead, in nights ahead, Axel would be left with the image of a bead of melting ice cream slowly rolling down the side of the untouched bar Roxas held in slightly twitching hands that raced the fat tear carving a shining path that reflected the red-orange light down the duke's cheek. Axel longed to halt the progress of the latter with a swipe of a thumb, and rub it out of existence between glove clad fingers, but he knew that wouldn't take away the sadness that had caused it in the first place. Axel had that power too, technically, he supposed, though to change the course he had committed to now, might cause him to be the one to cry next, and Axel still was selfish enough to want to avoid that.

I can't lose you. I wouldn't survive it. Don't you see that? 

"You promised you wouldn't cry." A royal guard should have enough decorum not to call attention to the duke's lapse in stoicism when it was clear Roxas would not appreciate attention being brought to it. Then again, Axel and Roxas had never been typical guard and royal charge. The tear splashed on the stone of the palace roof just as the ice cream drip splattered onto the webbing between Roxas's thumb and forefinger. Now Axel longed to take Roxas's hand, bring it to his lips, suck away the salty-sweet cream while looking into those lapis eyes he loved so much, maybe take one or two of Roxas's fingers next, swirl his tongue around and up and down the length until his beloved showed he'd forgot his grief and allowed Axel to make up for any offense he caused in one of the only ways of communication he considered himself good at since words constantly failed him. 

"You promised you wouldn't leave," the duke countered, voice thick and warbling, and whether the cause was repressed anger or more oncoming tears and pleas to call his mission off, Axel knew it wouldn't be handled by simple distraction.

"It wouldn't be the first time we broke our promises, now would it?" Axel surprised himself with his own harshness as he gripped his own neglected sea salt ice cream more tightly, though the bitterness was largely aimed inward. He had broken far more promises to Roxas than the reverse had happened. So far he hadn't broken the most important. I will do everything in my power to keep you safe even at the cost of my own life. And he didn't plan on breaking it now. "But I can vow it's the last time I'll break a promise."

"Don't lie to me, not now," Roxas breathed, the sentence seeming to drain the last of his strength. His ice cream was losing its form more quickly now, balance tipped, keeping up its sympathy with the duke about to unravel.  

"I'm not." The words were said firmly, but Axel didn't dare look at Roxas. 

How could he not understand? He grew weaker by the day and Axel was the one in pain. Naminé said she was doing the best she could, but it wasn't good enough. Whatever she was doing didn't even seem to be helping, and Axel had his doubts the witch was even trying. He'd told Kairi, who was going to be filling in for him as Roxas's guard while he was away, to keep a close eye on her. Kairi had assured him that she knew how to deal with Naminé, a hardness in her eye so chilling--though not out of character--that Axel knew he'd selected the right musketeer. 

"Bind the vow with magic." Wisps of darkness escaped Roxas's mouth, but Axel's mind would have explained it away even if he'd been looking. He was acutely attuned to Roxas's fatigue, the way his ribs had started to jut out, the way he winced at bright light, and other distressing signs of the strain that had been placed on him since Chernabog had begun to call for him, but the guard refused to see the darkness in his love. 

"Do you need that?" Axel wouldn't judge if he did. Anything for Roxas. He could hardly remember the day when he had seen being assigned to what he'd called the dumb nugget foundlings when King Mickey had welcomed them into the palace. For as long as had mattered, Axel had viewed that just as Prince Sora had been said to have been formed from clouds, Roxas must have been formed from the blood of Axel's veins, wished into existence from the dreams of his mind, born to love and be loved by him. No sentiment so poetic-and so cloyingly sentimental-- had ever been voiced by Axel though. They fell apart when he tried to make them take form. It's what he meant when he said Ba, you're the best though, and he thought they both knew it. Maybe he should make sure before he left though, if he could and it wouldn't sound too much like I'm sorry I won't be back. I'm sorry that this will end the same as when Riku left. I'm sorry that I can't think of anything more practical than let's send the best warriors in the kingdom throwing themselves one at a time on fate's knife. I can't think straight at all when it comes to you. I should have stepped down long ago when I became so compromised, but we'd be in the same place now. I need to go. If there's even a chance at a solution, I have to try and find it. I can't wait. I can't stay and hold you through the worst because I need it to get better now.

"No." Roxas didn't sound sure, or at least he didn't sound happy.

When Axel said he would break no more promises, it was the truth, not even just in intention, but raw fated truth. No more promises would be broken. There would be no more opportunity.

"I'll come back safe."

It was a lie. They both knew it. It was easy to lie until the lies racked up.

I'll take every precaution even if it slows me down.

I'll take soldiers with me, or recruit hired blades in the next town at least if I think Goofy wouldn't be able to spare men.

I'll turn back if my search takes me into a threat I know I can't handle on my own.

I won't try to take on Chernabog by myself.

One day, I'm going to be the third keyblade master in history to survive using Serenity form.

I'll come home

Everything will be alright.

Stories like ours have happy endings.

The sun disappeared over the horizon more quickly than either Roxas or Axel expected. The red light didn't linger. Red had a long way to travel and it couldn't delay today.

[death-scout]

Thanks @shaky-mayhemm for the blasphemous brain worms ✨

[therealterriblelizard]

Shaky-Mayhemm’s Au

Roxas: Did you know, atoms don’t come in contact with each other, so since we’re made of atoms, we’ve technically, never touched anyone in our lives. So, to answer your question, Uncle Mickey, no, I did not punch Riku.

Riku: *Limping* You lil-

Mickey: *Face palming*

[ohhicas]

@shaky-mayhemm​ | @theworldserpent | @noneofthismakessensetome​ | @artemisdisciple​ | x3 Anons

Sorry for the @ s, I’m only just getting around to answer these!

Thank you so much for all your kind words! I’ve been hanging onto these messages for awhile now just looking at them when I feel a little down & they’ve really helped out (you can kind of see just how old some of them are by what’s mentioned; many I’ve held onto for months.)

Wrist has been doing better! (well, enough I’m still dumping art) but as far as returning to previous comic ideas, I’m not sure if I will-- the idea was kind of dumped out and done with, so unless I get the wild hair next year maybe, what I posted will probably be it. Still, thank you for the interest and support in the failed project, ahaha. 

I’m glad to hear people like my MoM!Dem content! It’s my favorite headcanon I’m more than willing to drop the moment KH comes around and finally tells us who MoM is, but until then I’m riding this into the ground. & Same for the Ienzo content-- I’m glad people vibe with my headcanons, ideas, and drawings. I disliked a lot of what I saw (which is a personal preference, everyone can vibe in their own yards and have their own fun) but I wanted to fill my yard with content I knew I’d want to see if I hadn’t drawn it. So thats why all my stuff is 56 & 29/momxu themed, hahaha. 👀

Outside of some very particular fans of very particular ships and things being nasty to me directly, this fandom has been incredibly kind to me so far and I’d like to think it’s because I’m just hangin out in my own yard throwing seed to the curious birds that come pokin by, so I wanted to thank you all who have been so nice for continuing to be so! I’m new to this fandom, or was new when I started posting so much art, so it’s been a technically pretty warm welcome since day1 

[wasabi-gumdrop]

yall know what time it is—time to get REAL SAPPY ON MAIN so BUCKLE UP PARDNER

This year has been nothing short of a wild ride but I have the unbelievable good fortune of knowing some truly amazing people. You guys have made me so ridiculously happy. To my lovely fam jam, the sunshine through rainstorms, hot cocoa for my soul, my eternal halcyon days, I love you so much, from the bottom of my heart 💓💜 Whether it’s been your art, your writing, or your lovely presence, you have been the much needed silver lining of this year

@borndeaddd @death-scout @absinthemadness @snowflake-of-destruction @shaky-mayhemm @spiiderbiites @twileighplants @kozikoko @eggsdrawings @elyfonart @24-thplace @albino-pony @maplefudge @kiribakuhappiness @x-pebble-x

and to everyone who has supported my art journey, you have all been so beyond kind and I can’t thank you enough 💘 I’m looking forward to getting to know more of you in 2021!!!

[absinthemadness]

Fictober Day 7, Prompt 27: give me that

Yet another thing for @shaky-mayhemm and @snowflake-of-destruction, I just can’t stop writing for stuff you guys come up with, I’m sorry.

Also can’t stop writing akuroku... but that’s a given.

Based on this marvelous bit of art by Shaky.

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"Roxas," Axel sighed. "Just what do you think you're doing?" He stared down at the boy in the water. His eyes sparkled with joy, with a smile that Axel could be sure was there, but couldn't see because of the fish in his mouth. 

He bit down on the wiggling thing, trying to speak around it. "Brough you a giff." the orange tail beneath him waved through the water  so similar to a puppy’s tail. 

"I hate to break it to you, but that's a poisonous fish."

"Ii ish?" 

"Yes. Now would you spit that out."

Roxas’s face fell a little. "Buh I wash told it would be a delicashy." 

Axel sighed. "Would you just give me that?" Axel reached out, half dangling off the dock, but Roxas swam back dodging his grabbing hands."

"Roxas. I swear." 

“Buh.” 

"Do you want me to have your gift or not?" 

"You shaid it was poisonoush."

"Just give me the damn fish." 

"No. You won't appreciate it."

Axel sat back on the dock, massaging at his forehead. "Well then, spit it out."

"No." Roxas’s teeth sank into the fish a fraction more. His eyebrows furrowed, and he glared at Axel. 

"Roxy, if you don't spit the fish out before I count to three… I'm leaving."

Roxas glared with a defiant look, teeth clutching to the fish, lips curling around scales. 

"One." Axel made a show of holding up a finger. 

Roxas’s face immediately fell, concern washing over his features. 

"Two." Axel pushed up from the dock. 

Roxas looked down at the fish with a sad expression, letting out a whine and what sounded like Axel's name. 

"Thre—" 

Roxas spat the fish out with a 'humph,' pouting as it swam away. Axel laid down on the dock, stretching out over the water. Roxas swam over to meet him. 

Axel smoothed the damp hair back from Roxas’s forehead and leaned down further to press a kiss to his cool skin. "See, that wasn't hard." He leaned back, taking in Roxas’s flushed cheeks with a grin. The tail in the water swished around happily. "I appreciate the effort, though." He kissed Roxas’s forehead again. "Maybe next time, no fish?”