#the last one is canon kind of but uh. idk i just need him to have lackeys who adore him and say things like 'you got it boss'

[majiburger]

ideal jason careers

bouncer at a drag club

paramedic

line cook

mob boss

[lordsukunas]

“i think forever would be nice with you.”

synop. kunigami wants to be with you for life.

tags. fem!reader (called ma’am once), fluff fluff fluff, uh a bit of angst if u really really really squint, reader is a tease and kind of a pessimist (or maybe a realistic idk up to u), kunigami is head over heels, dont ask when this would happen in canon bc idk, not proofread

note. ngl im tired asf... if this is incoherent, im sorry. the ending is vv awkward, mb. uhhhh man idk what else to say kunigami is the sweetest boy alive. this is inspired by one of those timtok slideshows, the one thing that app has done good forme

you flop back on the sand, chest heaving up and down from trying (and failing) to race kunigami. sweat rolls down the side of your face and neck, and you can feel the gritty sand clinging to your bare feet and legs.

“tired?” he plops down on the sand beside you and reaches for your hand. his larger, thicker fingers intertwine with yours, and he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, as if to comfort you after your shameful loss.

“very,” you huff out. your lungs burn as you gulp down air. “how do you— how do you do this every week?”

he shrugs. “habit. started when i was kid, found it fun, so i kept doing it. helps me stay in shape whenever i don’t wanna go to the gym or just need some time alone.”

his free finger doodles the face of a polar bear in the sand. you smile — it’s cute how he knows how to draw that from memory.

your eyes roll to look at him. his face is shiny with sweat, and the pale moonlight softens his features, giving kunigami almost a boyish look.

there’s no one else here. just you, kunigami, and the sounds of the waves lapping against each other and the shore. the beach is clean, too. not a crumpled beer can or a plastic wrapper in sight.

“does anyone else even know this place exists?” there’s that familiar teasing lilt in your voice, but he knows you’re serious.

he scratches the back of his head. “nah. i mean, there’s the occasional fisherman or maybe some elderly couple, but i don’t think anyone our age knows about this.”

“huh.”

a pause, and the warm breeze blows across your skin, dusting the sand away.

you grin. “so you’re just gonna gatekeep this for eternity, huh?”

“what? no!” you can practically feel his cheeks heating up from here. “i didn’t wanna ruin it by bringing the wrong people here, y’know? they might trash it or somethin’.”

“and what if i trash it?”

“you won’t.” kunigami’s reply is instant, the words shooting out of his mouth and into the night’s atmosphere. “you’re special.”

whatever goofy reply you had on your tongue instantly melts, and you’re pretty sure your heart skips a beat or two. how can he say such romantic things so... so casually?

“i, uh...” he sighs and goes back to tracing shapes in the sand, his hand still holding on tightly to yours. “you wouldn’t do something like that. even if you did, i’ll be right there to clean it up.”

you push yourself up so that you’re sitting criss-cross. your entire body is facing him now. “but what if we break up? or you move away?”

“i won’t. we won’t.”

your brows knit together. “rensuke, you don’t know that.”

something is bound to happen. something always happens. nothing good lasts forever, right? he’s in blue lock, dedicating weeks at a time to train and play in tournaments to be the world’s best striker — at some point, he’s going to have to choose. you or his football career.

even to yourself, you sound pessimistic. but you just have to be honest with yourself. life isn’t a fairytale, despite kunigami being your knight in shining armor.

“i want forever with you.”

his gaze meets yours, determination burning in auburn irises. “i’m not gonna sit here and lie to you or be embarrassed about it, ‘cause it’s true.”

you blink, and it feels like all the air has been sucked out of your lungs.

kunigami, your boyfriend of two years, wants forever with you.

it’s ridiculous, fantastical, a hundred other synonymous terms. both of you are seventeen — you have decades and decades ahead of you to decide when you want and who you’re going to spend forever with.

and he chose you.

his adam’s apple bobs, but his gaze doesn’t waver. “do you want forever with me?” his grip on your hand tightens.

“yeah.”

you don’t have to think about it. there’s nothing to think about it. it’s dumb and unrealistic, sure, but when has kunigami ever broken a promise? when has he ever lied to you?

it doesn’t take decades of being together to know that kunigami loves you with all of his heart, and you love him just the same.

your lips curl into a smile, and you can’t tell whether your vision is getting blurry from happy or sad tears. “i want forever with you.”

“okay.” he adjusts himself so that, now, both of you are facing each other. his shins touch yours, and his other hand grabs yours.

“‘okay’? that’s it? after you basically just proposed to me?” you raise an eyebrow. “with no ring, either! you could’ve gotten me a ring pop.”

kunigami chuckles, the tension seeping out of his bulky form. “sorry. i’ll get you a ring pop on the way back.”

“two ring pops, actually, and they better be the right flavor.”

“yes, ma’am.”

[trensu]

I keep seeing posts about mother's day and Steve Harrington, and it's all in good fun, I don't wanna ruin anyone's fun times. But also, Steve is actually a teenage boy whose parents are never around and has sort of adopted this weird little nerd boy as his little brother. This weird little nerd boy has a mom who loves him very much and supports his interests and worries about his well-being constantly. Somehow, Steve has gotten included in this and he's got this woman fussing over him, if he's eating enough, if he's dressed warmly enough for the weather and please let her know how much he needs for gas because he takes Dustin places all the time.

And then mother's day is coming up and Dustin wants to get her the perfect present but has no idea what to get her because his mom is focused on him all the time and never really mentions anything she wants or needs so he's low-key panicking when he finally gets a hold of Steve and asks him for help. So Steve and him start going to all sorts of shops trying to find something good, something worthy of Claudia Henderson.

Steve helps him buy an extravagant bouquet because moms and flowers right? Dustin finds a bowtie collar for Mews2. They find a cat themed mother's day card. They order a whole fancy carry out meal from Enzo's. He helps Dustin bake a homemade chocolate cake.

Steve puts on the finishing touches to the dining table while Dustin coaxes Mews2 into the bowtie collar. Then it's almost time for Claudia to come home from her shift look idk what she does for a living in canon but I always imagined her as a hospital nurse and hospitals don't close for holidays or weekends so Steve checks Dustin's hair one last time because Dustin wants to look nice for his mom's nice mother's day dinner. Then Steve is grabbing his keys and saying goodbye.

"Dude, where are you going?" Dustin asks, genuinely baffled.

"Uh, home? You're all set up, and your mom's home soon," Steve responds like, duh, where else would he be going right.

"Yeah, so you should clean up! I can't be the only one looking good for Mom."

Steve blinks. "Man, your mom's not gonna want me getting in the way of her day with you."

"what are you talking about? Have you MET Mom?"

And before they could continue arguing, Claudia walks through the door. She sees the dining table laid out all nice, and her furry boy in a bowtie, her little boy with his hair done, and her other bigger boy looking kind of caught out and blushing.

"oh, my boys!" She says. "Did you do all of this for me?"

"Dustin actually--" Steve tries to give Dustin, her actual kid, the credit because he's not about to steal his little bud's thunder but Claudia scoops them both into her arms and peppers them with slightly damp kisses.

"you two didn't have to!" She says. "Oh, let me go get changed from these scrubs. You both sit down, I'll be just a minute. I'm so lucky to have the two sweetest boys in the world." Mews2 takes that moment to meow loudly. "sorry, THREE boys, I didn't forget you, baby."

She shuffles hurriedly to her room, leaving behind a smugly grinning Dustin and a frozen, baffled Steve.

"you heard her," Dustin says, pushing Steve towards an open chair. "We can't disappoint her on mother's day!"

And that's how Steve ended up spending mother's day in a warm home with a loving family, instead of spending the evening alone trying to get a call through to Mrs Harrington with little success.

[the-names-kam]

okay i’m sorry to beat a dead horse but i’m angry about this again. i genuinely cannot believe that we did not get an OUNCE of izzy backstory beyond “oh he and ed have known each for a REALLY long time” (and even then there’s inconsistencies in the amount of time implied). like. not one single flashback to his childhood, or to him and ed when they were younger

now, only three characters in the show actually get backstory flashbacks: ed, stede, and jim. why ed and stede get flashbacks is obvious, but jim is interesting because they only really get flashbacks because their backstory in season one affects the show’s plot. after that, they kind of just get pushed to the side

but izzy is an extremely important character from day one, and he becomes even more crucial to the plot in season two. and i think part of the reason why a lot of people still hate his character is because we never get an explanation for WHY he acts the way he does. we can infer, but without anything concrete it’s very easy to just dismiss it as him being an asshole

i really think a flashback to how his and ed’s relationship used to be was very needed, and an explanation for how everything went downhill and why the two of them turned out the way they did. we can gather that they were very close, and their relationship deteriorated due to ed getting bored of being blackbeard, but there’s so many little nuances to their relationship that are never really explained

not to mention that, in my opinion, izzy has more unexplained character details than any other character in the show. roach’s character design has a lot of details, but as far as i’m aware all of them have been explained, just not in-show. and of course wee john has all his tattoos, but those are just kristian nairn’s actual tattoos, so i don’t think they really count as character details

but we never get any kind of explanation (whether in-show or not) for izzy’s “x” tattoo, or the spade on his hand, or why he only wears one leather glove, or the RING ON HIS TIE, or the fucking LASH SCARS ON HIS BACK. those last two especially drive me fucking insane to think about

because with the ring, some people think that con o’neill requested to have it for his mother, but he actually only asked them to change the gem to an emerald. the ring was always going to be there. but, again, why? it’s so strange to me to have a pirate, and especially one who (at least in season one) totes being a pirate as this big, scary, masculine career, wear a dainty little ring around his neck with absolutely no explanation as to why

and with the lash scars, that is SO MUCH makeup and special effects work just for them to a.) never be addressed, even though stede could clearly see them; and b.) be barely even visible to the viewer because of the dim light and the lack of a clear shot of them

and idk if you guys have seen that BTS picture of the scars, but uh. there are a LOT of them. and again, where the fuck did they come from? i use them as fuel for my headcanon that izzy was in the navy, but is that what we’re meant to assume? is that what’s being implied here? or is it that he served on hornigold’s crew with ed and jack, even though that’s also never mentioned? did ed give them to him? we know he canonically enjoys pain (thanks for that at least, guys), at least to a certain extent, so is it meant to be implied that he had that done to him as a kink thing? is it supposed to be a joke and that’s why it’s never addressed?

i truly don’t know. i can talk myself in circles about this for hours, but at the end of the day the only good answers i can think of for why izzy didn’t get a backstory are budget and bad writing. and no, it really isn’t that serious, and i’ll move on eventually, but it’s still just extremely disappointing to me. okay, rant over

[fighting-these-demons]

Divorce Saga Domon - A Haunted Honk Prequel

Hello Internet Stranger looking up G Gundam on Tumblr dot com!

This is an idea for a fic set in an Alternate Universe involving Queer Non-Canon Relationships between the characters of the series.

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If you ARE looking for this content - and you're ok with reading my and other's Headcanons for this Alternate Universe I've haphazardly spun up -

Then go ahead and feel free to:

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Ended up outlining a completely different fic as a Segway for an explanation instead of making progress on the Royal Flush Haunted Honk AU's Clown Motel Fic like I wanted to but uh....

For y'all's review for the AU: A Prequel Outline - Divorce Saga Domon

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Hey real quick - I'm thinking of maybe changing the timeline to 2 years post canon as opposed to 3 years and change post canon.

The reason being: I had a thought that this scene could either be part if the fic or if it's getting to big then it could be a stand alone tie-in prequel fic as part of this AU but - like

Immediately Post Divorce Domon Needs Space and runs off. As one does. And he runs to Earth because he just wants to Get Lost for a while.

He has Argo smuggle him out to avoid detection.

Argo has Andrew help stow Domon in a storage hanger of a Neo Canadian supply ship that's returning to the US - they have trade often enough and share agricultural resources - which leads to Domon ending up in New York when he hits Earthside pavement.

He's privately worked on his English the last couple of months and after being dropped in New York with a different hairstyle, outfit, and accent he's unrecognizable. 

He considers making his way west to get some solitude in the wilderness, but something about that initial plan feels off now that he's on the ground.

Chibodee is also Earthside for a special series of prize fights aimed at raising charitable appeal for the US in the eyes of Neo Americans.

Domon decides to hit up Chibodee for a fight on a day between matches hoping it'll clear his head and give him the clarity to decide on a course of action. What ends up happening is an unexpected heart to heart via blows and a breakdown.

Domon is happy for Rain and Kyoji, and he knows it's not true; but he feels like he lost a piece of himself when his relationship with Rain fell apart.

Domon's instinct is to run after that but Chibodee knows this city and Domon doesn't hide out for long before Chibodee drags him back to his place to stay and just "Chill out and breathe. You don't have to be anyone but yourself here. You can take as long as you need to find out what everything changing means for you." Friends and teammates stick together.

So Domon spends a few weeks with Chibodee sparring and hanging out in New York. Chibodee does a frankly awesome job at containing his feelings because he's focusing on Domons feelings and being a good friend first and foremost. Whatever he's feeling can wait until after Domon is done going though it.

There's a bit of a twinge in Domon's heart as he leaves that he can't really place.

After he returns to Neo Japan and gets settled back into life with his family, The Dreams start.

They're mainly set in New York. Small things first like noticing Chibodee's smile and his eyes. Then sparring sessions that begin to turn lurid.

He thought these kinds of dreams would stop after he was married.... he doesn't know what to do about this.

I just figure it gives more clarity and sense of time for the journey from Comphet Marriage Dissolution to Feelings to Confession. Idk.

But I got stuck on a bit and then had this thought and needed to get it down before I lost it and it was so long it made sense to make it its own post as opposed to several replies.

The Maize and Clown Motel will probably still be 3 years and change post canon for clarification.

@thedragonchilde @amplexadversary @youreaclownnow

[walkingstackofbooks]

I was thinking last night about how it would have affected Julian if he'd arrived a few seconds too late to that Cargo Bay in Hard Time and Miles had died in front of him (because that's always a fun (distressing) scene to imagine 👀) and that kind of spiralled into a whole canon-divergent 'verse...

Because then I got to The Quickening, and while I don't think Kira and Dax would have let a more emotionally-vulnerable Julian actually stay on the planet by himself for that whole time, if they did (or if he refused to beam up/ threw away his badge so they couldn't find him/ idk otherwise made it so they had to leave him) (because if anything he's going to be even MORE convinced he has to save every life he possibly can) it would obviously be even more devastating.

And I can imagine that, after all that time that Julian has spent with Ekoria and looking after her, Trevean might ask if Julian's going to take her baby or leave him to be raised on Teplan. In the canon universe Julian's obviously like *nervous laughter* "no I think he'll be better off with you... I could not raise a child" but in this 'verse he's entered his Feeling-All-The-Loneliness-Feels phase early and so is like "fuck I can't raise a kid but also I Literally Cannot Leave This Child It Would Kill Me" and so he takes Ekoria's baby back to DS9.

He takes his kid to the medical conference he goes to with Jake which, valid, but then they get the distress call from Ajilon Prime* and he's like "I can't take my baby to a warzone" and Jake's like "I'll look after him, it sounds like these people need you" and Julian's pretty torn but also he does Need To Save People so they go and, uh. Like I think reactions are pretty mixed about the baby but Julian is literally a Lifesaver so no-one's gonna complain too much and some of the patients want to hold Maris (the kid's called Maris after Ekoria's husband I decided) and it's sweet, y'know, to have a moment outside of the war and pain with this tiny lil bab.

[*Umm yeah this was just me jumping to the most fun (traumatic) events to imagine as I tried to go to sleep so forgive me but...]

Obviously Jake doesn't go off to the runabout with the kid so he still gets lost and when he returns Julian's cradling the baby and idk but my heart just imagining the scene where Julian's like "I should never have brought you here, what was I thinking?" is just MORE with him having his own son there too.

And then we skip to IPS/BIL and Julian's in the prison camp not knowing if his baby is alive and then coming back to realise the changeling has been parenting his son for a month (and having to run multiple test on Maris to check if his baby is actually his or if Maris is a changeling too) and also no-one even noticed he was missing even though apparently his kid had been crying like all the time (and fuck, how fucked up is that going to leave Maris because that sort of thing affects kids when it happens that young, right? anxietyyyy)

(also Miles would have noticed I wasn't me, Julian thinks. because he needs more reasons to feel sad.)

And then DBIP in this 'verse makes me UNHINGED because IMAGINE a Julian Bashir who hit his depression point a season earlier but has been teetering along okay since Maris came along now that he has this whole little life to look after and he will do Anything for his child. (okay apart from stay away from warzones when there are people to save but you know. basically anything)

Anyway yeah so Julian's got Maris with him in Sisko's office when Jadzia turns up with his parents and he is FAR less able to cope than canon Julian is because 1. more emotional instability, but mostly 2. he is a Dad with a Kid and NOPE he cannot have his parents anywhere near his baby that is Not Happening.

He has his oh, my god moment and then hands Maris to Sisko being like "Your grandson is lovely, Commander" and Ben and Jadzia are like ??? but play along and Julian finds some quarters for his parents and by the time they've got there with all the small talk of "hah, for a second there I thought you'd be telling us we have grandkids! when are you going to settle down with a nice girl, Jules?" he's ready to burst but his kid's still with Sisko so he just excuses himself with "I've got to work" and hurries back...

Dax and Sisko totally haven't been gossiping about him and they're all like "So what was that about? Grandson??" and he's like "You saw how they kept calling me Jules, right? I haven't gone by that name since I was 15. And my dad saying he had to convince me to do medicine?? He hated the idea of me being a doctor. I had to study for Starfleet in secret because he just couldn't let go of the idea of his son being a famous tennis player. And now he's convinced himself my career was all his idea!" and is getting angrier and sadder and Maris starts crying and so he's hushing him like "it's okay, i'm sorry, i'm not angry with you, i love you, you're safe, i'm not going to hurt you" -- just idle things he's not really thinking about

Ofc Sisko and Dax are immediately on it like, "Why are you saying that? Did your parents hurt you...?"

And Julian's like a deer in the headlights, and awkwardly replying, "Not, like... My father didn't get as angry with me once I was seven and had grown up a bit, got more capable.. and I hit my growth spurt when I was 14, I got bigger than him, he didn't really do anything after that."

"That's not really an answer," Sisko tells him.

Julian's body stills for a moment. "Isn't it?" he replies quietly, looking up at the captain.

...

And then Sisko gets Kira involved to kick his parents off the station and you think the augment reveal isn't going to happen because Julian deserves a break and his parents are gone and can't fuck it up anymore ...

BUT, nah: Zimmerman - realising he's not going to get his precious interviews after all - decides to bug Julian's parents (because what's privacy when you have a job to do?). And then Rom realises that Zimmerman is cocking up a load of things on the LMH deliberately because he doesn't want to replace the EMH* and looks into Zimmerman's files and finds the report he's going to send and blackmails the guy* (there's gotta be a rule of acquisition about that right?) into not sending the report.

[*Not my idea -- this was the original plan for the episode, though with Miles, not Rom.]

Also after all this Julian really feels like he needs to punch something he goes to Quark's to viciously hurl sharp pointy objects at a board because that's the next best thing -- but also he hasn't exactly done that since Miles, and why is the fucking dartboard still up anyway it's not like anyone else ever uses it so he has another minor breakdown over that and tries to rip it down until Leeta drags him into a storeroom.

(oh yeah I totally think Leeta would have broken up with him when he turned up with a baby -- like not in a mean way, just in a "I'm sorry Julian, I love you, but I'm not ready for a kid (and also you did just leave me for a month without sending a message and you definitely didn't think about me before agreeing to adopt the kid, did you?)" kind of way, y'know? but they're still friends and she still definitely cares for him.)

(idk when rom tells Julian what he did to zimmerman but when he does he's also awkwardly like "oh and I wish you and Leeta all the best" and Julian's like ???? and Rom's like "I saw you with her in the storeroom earlier. she called you sweetheart" or something and has assumed they're back together.)

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And that's as far as I got but I just had to write it up so far because it has haunted me all day and I just need to get it out there.

Thanks for reading my stream of thoughts 💔

[yetanothergreyjedi]

Ghosts of Our Pasts: 9

DP x DC Crossover

Danny Fenton and Damian Wayne Siblings AU

Ao3

Masterpost Previous Next

Dani: Yo, what's with the massive group chat I just got dropped into?

Dani: I'm assuming you guys have to do with this

Tucker: ....did... did we forget to send you Danny’s new number? 

Dani: he has a NEW one? I just swapped his contact information like 2 weeks ago 

Tucker: it's actually the same number just backwards... present from the Backwards Day Ghost 

Dani: WOW

Tucker: it was miserable 

Dani: I'm sure

Dani: so about the group chat?

Tucker: Danny met his bio-sibling and he had a fraid too, so idk its like fraid inlaws or something? 

Dani: Bio-sibling? Danny's adopted? 

Tucker:Shouldn't you know this?

Dani: Why would I?

Tucker: You're his cousin....

Dani: Oh... I forgot I told you guys that...  

Tucker: ?

Dani: I'm his clone

Tucker: this is gonna be a wild story isn't it

* Dani started a call that lasted 31 minutes *

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Jazz: Danny why did you just put me in a group chat with like 25 people in it?

Danny: Sibling groupchat 

Jazz: What? 

Jazz: Danny, I'm going to need a bit more explanation than that. 

Jazz: you didn't get cloned again?

Jazz: Did you???

Jazz: Danny?

* 1 missed call from Jazz *

* 2 missed calls from Jazz *

* 3 missed calls from Jazz *

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Jazz: please tell me Danny lost his phone again and isn't in some kind of trouble. 

Tucker: Oh, it's in his bag... he's out rn...

Jazz: out where?

Jazz: I thought this was supposed to be a 'laying low' vacation? 

Sam: that was before he met his brother 

Jazz: his brother? 

Tucker: yeah! Apparently he's related to the Batman!

Jazz: you left him alone with his brother 

Sam: Yeah...?

Jazz: the brother that killed him?

* multiple people are typing *

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So yeah, Danny was officially tasting emotions now. He realized as Damian looked him over. The flour-y taste of concern was replaced with a salty-savory pride as he confirmed that, no, Danny hadn't been shot. (Well, he would've been, if he hadn't decided to not be tangible.) Then Bio-dad dropped down, mugger dude gave off another milk-sour wave of fear. Then Bio-dad saw the gun and huh, he didn't think describe how disappointment tasted with human words. But maybe he should be focusing less on what flavors most accurately described his stupid new empath ability and focus more on the situation at hand.

Together Dami and Bio-dad explained the normal process of cuffing criminals in obvious places so the police can find them. It was simple, didn't really require Danny to do anything, so he disassembled the weapon while he listened. Which he probably shouldn't have done, because now he was being asked to hand it over as evidence...

"Uh..." Danny fished the larger pieces back out of his pocket, but their was a lot of little ones, because he might've phased the screws out to take apart the fun little inner bits and he ended up dropping tiny metal parts all over the sidewalk. 

There was a beat of silence, then Damian clicked his tongue with a little "Tt," and Danny flushed. 

"Sorry..." Danny started.

"It's fine," the Bat said. Amusement, it turned out, tasted like raspberries.

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Notes

Danny, holding a deadly weapon: "is this a fidget toy?"

Somebody told me once that they didn't see any Canon evidence that Sam and Tucker knew Dani was a clone. And like, their lives are so crazy that peice of information falling into a crack, sure. Where did Danny's concerned about vlad cloning people came from. Like they didn't question it, vlad is weird. They could see him doing it... oh... he did do it? That makes more sense than a sudden semi rational fear.

Also Batman has absolutely noticed some weird things about Danny. But he also knows that Danny has "a weird conglomeration" of Lazarus put side effects, and that Danny said "mood" about being in other dimensions. It might be ooc for him to be patient with answers, but he's in my story so he's gotta play by my rules.

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[mychlapci]

Prowl saying they should get rid of them? Nooo, the moment he suggests that Ratchet looks ready to throw hands, and if he didnt have an armful of bitlets he’d 100% beat the living daylights out of Prowl.

Maybe they switch every week once the second litter is old enough to spend more then a couple hours away from Megatron. Ratchet has the younger litter on the first week, everyone ends up loving the little guys- yet when they cry its just….sirens🚨. Extremely. Loud. Ambulance. Sirens. and then him and Megatron swap every sunday. The autobots trying to deal with demanding little brats once Ratchet has to parent the older bitties for the week, they bite, hiss and throw whatever their stubby arms can pick up, they’re strong for such tiny creatures, clearly their mix of genetics is the reason. But then they act like utter sweethearts for Ratchet so he doesnt believe any of the autobots saying his children are little twats because his sire-coding tells him they’re all trying to get his bitlets in trouble, tiny devils with bright blue optics and innocent-sounding giggles- innocent to Ratchet anyway.

They learn VERY quickly that Prowl shows the most emotion toward their shenanigans and he’s usually the one they annoy the most. Escaping whoever’s care their under when Ratchet has something important to and they escape JUST to annoy Prowl until he bluescreens or just drives off. I’d say something about lockdown / prowl but idk if it’d make sense but imagine prowl comes back from one of his little drives, those drives can last 4-5 days depending on how stressed he is, and he comes back pregnant. Anyway.

So naturally everyone fawns over the younger sparklings when its their turn to be round, Chubby cheeks with bright red optics is just too cute for even the most stubborn Autobots to ignore, so they get cuddles by everyone, ignoring that they carry the crazy warlord genes is hard, Even prowl interacts with these bitlets instead of the older hellspawns.

I really wanna draw the devil spawns, but like..I get so stressed drawing plus i almost broke my neck on some ice ;-;

SIDE RANT. Uh. Not really a rant I personally want to say that Burnt Ice anon seems to have a big brain thats really wrinkly because whatever they send gives the tingles, we need to make their ideas canon. 👍

- Chase anon, again im soo sorry i feel feral rn ;-;

I always enjoy the thought of grumpy, strict Ratchet being an absolute softie when it comes to his own bitlets. The older sparklings spent more time with Megatron so they're a little more hissy than the younger ones, which were born after Ratchet told everyone and therefore have been spending a little more time with him, and the autobots in general. But he loves all of them all the same. Oh, the older bitlets bit Prowl? No, they wouldn't do that! They're his bitlets, after all, and they've been raised with some manners, thank you very much! if they bit you, it was probably your own damn fault. He just coddles them so much that everyone is in complete disbelief that Ratchet even has that amount of kindness in him. 

Prowl eventually getting used to the younger bitlets because they're pretty sweet, all things considered, but the older ones he wishes would stay with Megatron. They're violent and they seem to only ever want to bite him. Of course, genocidal maniac genes carry on to all of the bitties, it's only a matter of time before the younger ones start causing trouble... Not to mention�� Ratchet's pretty big and boxy. Megatron is twice as big and twice as boxy, so you know the bitlets are big, fat, and strong as hell. Menaces, the lot of them. 

Btw now i also kind of wanna draw the megaratch babies… i wish i had the time for it. and the art skills. oh well

[fake-static-airspace]

ok, this feels like it needs to be the next post on this account before people start getting REALLY confused LOL

so, because i mentioned before that i have furry designs of everyone (even moreso than im planning to showcase here, the others are just gonna have to come w time i think, this shit is scary to admit LMAO) but they might be hard to identify without proper explanation. oh, and cw for nudity, i guess, i had to draw a picture of gabs w/o clothes because i needed a proper reference for his markings/gold stripes.

so we're starting w the blue bitch itself. uhh, let's establish this rq- i have nicknames for everyone. *everyone.* i usually just call it "vee" or "vibri." idk how these accumulated. sometimes, i'll use other pronouns as slang for it, usually being "he" or "she." i don't see it as either male nor female, these are just because i like the sound of these words LOL.

here's what the bastard looks like:

what a beast, huh? well here's some more examples:

as you can see, i get pretty varied w my art and depictions of these guys. the top one is the newest sketch, but the other two are pretty good so i included them anyway :3 ive started making it's wings more frilled/feather-like, but they are still the same material. i just like the way it looks.

the next one we'll be talking about is the evil red thing- again, w the nicknames, we usually just call her "two," and again w the pronoun thing. i like she/her-ing it, though.

here's a quick, thumbnail example:

and a couple more, older examples:

i'm not sure what animal it is!! i think either a bunny or a jerboa. some kind of prey animal, but not exactly meek. rabbits aren't pushovers, if you didn't know, they're very fierce little things. these are all kinda old, seeing as i don't draw her as often as. well.

you guys are gonna have to get used to me calling him nicknames as well, because it's just funny to call a grown man cute nicknames. so. gabby.

he may be hard to initially identify, obviously, but if you're confused, i did plan for that!

i like drawing the armor, but i'm usually drawing more casual situations, and i uh. don't feel like drawing allat. sorry LMAO. plus i like his face markings, i think they're pretty!!

OH and the halo is dynamic. it changes depending on mood, and how he's presenting (w the more "classic" pointy look being more for formal occasions.) i strayed a lot from canon w his design, in that i typically have his face uncovered and put him in pretty dresses, as opposed to the armor. he's fun for me to draw, so it'll be mostly him and vibri that you'll be seeing ;w;

here's some other examples of the big man himself (oh, and the last one, uh, naked jumpscare, its a ref for his patterns/stripes. i give him a lot of those.) (the one w the safe is in reference to a joke me and my friend have going on fffucking roblox, where we steal from people, and generally cause problems, hence the odd outfit for vibri. its the most recent armor reference i have :shinijchair:)

even this pattern ref is a little outdated, because i've started making his tail color-shift as well!! its more of a feather-fan now.

i have designs for a bunch of other characters as well, but i think these three are a good starting place ^^; so yeah, this should help w any amount of confusion anyone has!! also, if this is ur first post seeing me, hi!! i promise im normal LOL

[katnissmellarkkk]

What do you think everlark would call each other post war? Like in terms of terms of endearment 😆

I’m a nickname-er so. Uh. I probably headcanon it more than most. The only other person who seems to share this trait with me is my lovely @jenniferiawrence 🩵

But yeah. I’ve answered this before but my lists can kind of get extensive. I don’t just casually chose the pet names, they tend to need some basis in canon to me. Most of the time.

Peeta calls Katniss sweetheart in book one to bug her. Because of Haymitch I sometimes get iffy on if Peeta would ever call her this post canon but I’ve decided yes, he would, because it’s the only canon pet name he ever used towards her so… apparently it rolls off his tongue? 😭 Because he barely knew her. And it’s not like Haymitch has a claim on it lololol.

Other than that, I resort to southern sounding nicknames since they’re southern-ish. Appalachian which idk if that’s technically southern but I’m not splitting hairs over it. Baby is literally the most common pet name in the world, it’s one of the only ones used (towards a child and a cat) in the book canon and it’s very southern, so I use that one a lot. Just know it’s meant to be said in a southern accent though. Darling I used to dislike so much but in a teasing or sarcastic context and in a southern accent it works for me. My love works really well sarcastically imo as well as in a rare tender moment. Esp after nightmares or sex. I have a weird, newish headcanon of Peeta calling Katniss honeybee sometimes. Or bird. Just like, bird. Sweet girl grew on me a while back and so I love that one on a rare occasion and when used sparingly (technically all these names should be used sparingly or else it’s just too much).

On the flip side, Katniss would probably also use the same ones for him that he uses for her but I feel like she would not use them as much for some reason. Peeta feels more like the one who’d use the terms of endearment.

Names I really can’t see for some reason are like sweetie or honey or babe or the like. I have nothing against them but I can’t imagine them for whatever reason. Oh and calling each other by their last names? For whatever reason I’m like “???” on that being cute or romantic or whatever.

[hyperrealisticblood]

thoughts on banwally. i've never played any of garten of banban so you are my only reference for what happens in those games and consequently, what makes banwally a compelling crackship.

buddy..... you have opened a can of worms you could have never prepared for

when or if I started shipping it: i actually have an exact date, may 29th of last year. everyone in my friends server is really into crackshipping so we like to share random ideas with each other and i posted them as an idea on that date. i have never been the same since

my thoughts: crackships are kind of hard to talk about in this context because there isnt anything canon to go off but ill do my best. when welcome home first started gaining traction i saw a lot of people saying "this is what good mascot horror looks like" (whether or not wh even counts as mascot horror is. debatable.) so me associating banban and wally with each other was already a thing before i started shipping them. at some point i realized they both have a lot in common (monotone voices, often associated with devil imagery, passive most of the time but gets a little Silly with it sometimes) and i was like woah.... they should kiss. again a lot of my thoughts surrounding them are based in headcanon so im struggling to talk about them in a way that doesnt make me sound fucking insane BUT im a sucker for pessimist/optimist ships and they very much fit that to me. i think they balance each other out in a way, wally is a bright spot in the Endless Misery banban deals with on a daily basis, and banban is pretty logical and grounded which levels out wallys spacey-ness. theyre very much a jessica and roger rabbit "he makes me laugh" type of deal but with the fun addition of identity issues and whatever the fuck wallys deal is

what makes me happy about them: the fact that theyre both freaks of nature (banban is a weird clone manmade abomination thing, wally is either straight up an eldritch entity or a manmade puppet with eldritch qualities) is another thing they have in common to me, so i think theyd be accepting of each others weird traits because they know what its like. banban doesnt give a fuck that wally is up to some scp shit, he might as well live in the scp containment facility. theres a kingdom run by a giant kangaroo woman with a magic scepter who is in charge of keeping a bunch of baby demons and the father(?) of those baby demons trapped in her pouch or else the entire kingdom will be destroyed. he has seen weirder. banban wouldnt just love wally because hes handsome and hes nice to people, he loves all of his weird traits too because they arent even weird to him.

what makes me sad about them: they lend themselves pretty well to angst (i hate that word but idk a better one to describe this) because theyre both from horror media, and i like to pelt my favorite characters with hammers so >:) my friends and i (same friends who got me into crackshipping) have a group rp thing going on, and theres a mini arc going on right now based on the fact that banban got SUPER fucked up trying to fight sir dadadoo and his army. wally wants banban to leave the kindergarten because of how dangerous it is, he wants him to live in home where he doesnt need to fear for his life all the time. but despite all the horrors he has to put up with, banban doesnt want to leave everyone in the underground behind. theyre still his friends, and he wants to protect them. as much as wally wants him to be safe, he understands where hes coming from because he wouldnt want to leave his friends behind either. this leaves him feeling really conflicted and confused, and the homewarming update taught us that wally doesnt do well with those kinds of feelings. just some thoughts for yall <3

things done in fanfic that annoys me: nobody except me would wanna write fanfic about them and im too depressed slash lazy to actually write anything so. uh

things I look for in fanfic: see above

my kinks: size difference where the top is the smaller one i have no such things. i am a man of the lord.

who i’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: wallaby (wally/barnaby) is pretty epic so if that ends up being canon i wouldnt be mad lmao. ive also been wondering if wally might end up whoever "w" is (the awayfrompryingeyes.net mod) because clown said theres another ship that will be canon but that he cant talk about because its inherently a spoiler somehow, id be fine with that too. not much to say about banban because gobb doesnt do romance aside from whatever the fuck nabnab and nabnaleena have going on

my happily ever after for them: things finally calm down at the kindergarten to a point where banban feels comfortable leaving to be with wally, and whatever the hell is going on with home also calms down. banban would still visit the others obviously (i think he would introduce some of them to wallys friends, barnaby and bittergiggle would get along super well i think) but he can finally be somewhere where he isnt constantly fearing for his life :]

uhh tldr dont say "what if i shipped this" as a joke. it will become no longer a joke and you will write like a million words about two characters from entirely different media who have never met and never will meet. worst mistake of my life

[quinloki]

Do you wanna guess what I thought about all night Quin?

I’m legit trying to figure out what I need to sacrifice to get to be in between these two

….

And Izou. And Ace >>

I do NOT HAVE TIME to stay up and read tonight bc a repairman is coming early but ugh I was so tempted to reread that kinktober piece you did even tho I just reread it like…. Last week…

Gonna be looking that grouping up on ao3 too, I know I read another one with that set up awhile ago >>

But not tonight alas I will head off to bed at a respectable time (2am lmao) and think about them

Omg but I was going thru the tabs on my computer looking for something…. And I still have that wbp yandere ask you were sent up… and I gave it another glance and my brain went brrrr

Anyways

I just wanted you to know you killed me and I was brain rotting the whole night at work. My coworker said I was very quiet and I was like oh uh it was the smelling salts yep totally that nothing else >>

I think Thatch is gonna sneak his way onto my blorbo list here soon…

XD <3

Thatch kind of snuck his way with me too. He's very much a background character, and even with additional flash backs we don't get much on him - which is understandable, the cast of One Piece is massive.

But we get personality and such from extra, like official game pop art and such, and I think they did a good job just because the general fanon for Thatch is so consistent. Details change here and there, but I mean, that's the joy of fandom, fanon, and head canon honestly.

I have a Thatch x Reader I've got some notes for, but that's admittedly a ways off. I need to wrap more up before I dive into it (though the outline is going well, I might make it my NaNo this year and just do it all in one month.)

He's just so BIG. Like, he's barrel-chested, his hair's big, he's got that big wide smile. Idk, I know we don't get much of him, but he just has a BIG presence to me, and at the same time I feel like he's such a hopeless romantic. Maybe it's the more traditional "cook" outfit he has, or even the pompadour.

Like, who would do that to their hair unless they thought it was going to attract the ladies? 😂🥰 (or laddies.)

He whistles or hums while he cooks, I just know he does, and if he's cooking something special for someone special? He's practically singing, deep tenor teetering on baritone notes vibrating against that wide chest, damn dopey grin on his face.

(I also think he has just the best worst sense of humor and you cannot convince me he wouldn't just be FUN in the sack. (that is a very very nude image, open with care!))

[summerwritesfics]

🦄When The First Breath Of Winter Through The Flowers Is Icing, Chapter 1 - Hanzo’s Unicorn

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length: 7167 Words Rating: Explicit 🔞 Warnings: Unicorn AU, Fantasy AU, King!Hanzo Hasashi, Unicorn!Kuai Liang, War, Canon-Typical Violence, Broken Bones, Blood and Injury, Hunted To Extinction, Last Of Their Kind, Murder, Rated Explicit for future smut (none in this chapter tho I guess)

When The First Breath Of Winter Through The Flowers Is Icing Masterlist

Notes: Alright this has been sitting in my done pile for like… 2 years so it’s about time I pushed it out XD I tried to make Kuai’s speech a bit stunted and strange sounding on purpose, with commas in places he doesn’t need them and weird wording of things, idk if I succeeded. His struggle with language isn’t so much words themselves, he’s got a pretty good vocabulary, it’s more he struggles with having to think about what he’s saying as he’s saying it. I hope that makes sense in context of the fic TT_TT I intend eventually to do another couple of chapters, but given like I said this has been sitting around for 2 years idk when exactly i’ll get around to it so uh… Don’t get your hopes up lol. Title is from The Last Unicorn by America, and I also use the lyrics in the fic itself :)

The twigs and leaves crushed under Hanzo's feet as he ran through the forest. Ahead, he could just about see his target, struggling to flee. They were completely unaware that they were about to run into a trap.

He'd planned this for days. This was his chance to prove he could grow to be a good king. Father had given him the task of hunting down a magical creature, and Hanzo had seen a small herd of unicorns in the forests surrounding the city. This one was the smallest, the most eager to be separate from their herd, making them an easy target to hunt.

He'd almost messed up already. His intention had been to sneak up and slit the creature's throat, but he had slipped and instead only sliced the unicorn's one eye. The unicorn had run, but thankfully Hanzo had a backup plan, all he had to do was make sure he guided the unicorn to the right spot.

A loud snap and a whinny told him he'd succeeded.

As he caught up, he surveyed his work with pride. The unicorn lay on the floor, their legs tangled in chains, silvery blue blood seeping from the wound across their eye. They seemed dazed, lifting their head to see what had happened to them. When they noticed the bindings, they began to struggle, horn glowing as they summoned ice in an attempt to break free. Hanzo had taken the possibility of magic into account, and had enchanted his chains. The unicorn made distressed sounds, likely calling for their herd to come and help them.

Their head snapped to him and the struggling stopped as Hanzo approached, sword raised, ready to thrust through the unicorn's heart. The unicorn's ears lowered, their eyes wide. Hanzo felt himself pause, a horrific realisation coming when he could see the unicorn quake.

The Unicorn was afraid of him.

Not just the panic a regular animal would have. He could see genuine terror in the creature's eyes. Like it understood complex emotions.

That shouldn't matter right? They were just an animal, no different from hunting a deer for food. Except he wasn't hunting this unicorn for food, he wasn't even hunting them for their blood, said to give the drinker immortality. He was hunting them to make himself seem more of a man, ready to take over a country.

For his own selfish gains, he was willing to kill this innocent creature.

He brought the sword down.

It made a noise as it pierced the dirt, inches away from the unicorn.

How can I ever justify killing this unicorn? He felt his legs give way and he dropped to the floor, closing his eyes and bowing his head. If this is what it takes to make me a king, I do not want the crown. He reopened his eyes, looking towards the unicorn. They were staring at him wide eyed, ears flicked upwards. They tilted their head, as if waiting for an explanation.

“I'm sorry,” he spoke to them gently, reaching for the chains. The unicorn began to struggle again. “Shh, shh, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you anymore.” The unicorn stilled, their ears down again and clearly still uneasy. Like they had understood what Hanzo had said to them.

He managed to reach the chains, untangling them from the unicorn's legs. The second he had freed them, they jumped to their feet and shook themself off. Hanzo stayed on his knees as the unicorn turned to him, looking down at him suspiciously.

“What are you waiting for?” He asked them, and the unicorn snorted. “Go!” The unicorn stayed, although they did lift their head when they heard shouting in the distance. Hanzo knew it was his father and his men. “You need to go before they get here! They will make me finish you, don't you understand?” He made a gesture with his hands, trying to shoo the unicorn away.

The unicorn continued to stare at him, before they bowed their head at him. Another shout caught their attention, and they seemed to decide to not push their luck any further. Hanzo watched as the unicorn fled.

“Hanzo,” he heard his fathers voice cry. Hanzo dared not look at him, he couldn't stand to see his father's disappointment. “Hanzo, what happened? Where is the unicorn?”

“I'm sorry Father,” he all but whispered, shame burying itself deep within. “I just couldn't do it. That unicorn. It was just an innocent creature. I couldn't kill a being so carelessly without reason.”

He felt his father place a hand on his shoulder, and despite his reservations, he chanced a look at his father. He felt his guilt disappear when all he saw on his fathers face was pride.

“You have passed your test, my son.”

“What?” Hanzo questioned, shaking his head as he struggled to his feet. “But, I didn't kill a magical creature! I let the unicorn escape! I-”

“Showed mercy to an innocent,” his father explained. “You put aside your own ambitions, and put another's life ahead of yours.” Both of his fathers hands were on Hanzo's shoulders. “That is the mark of a good king.”

“You mean... the test wasn't if I would kill the creature for my own gain, but if I would spare it while sacrificing my ambition?” His father grinned and nodded. “That... is an awful test!”

“Maybe, but it is one you passed, just as I knew you would.” Hanzo felt a lump in his throat, eyes stinging. Yes he was angry that he had been deceived, but knowing he had made the right choice? Knowing his father knew he would make that right choice? God, that was worth the anger. “You will make an excellent king, Hanzo Hasashi.”

“Thank you Father,” Hanzo managed to choke out, barely keeping himself together.

“Now come! We must celebrate this milestone!” His father slapped his back and began to guide Hanzo back through the forest.

Hanzo glanced over his shoulder once. In the distance, he was surprised to see the unicorn, standing still and watching him go. He turned to face forward, unsure what that meant for him.

That was not the last time he saw the unicorn, as he had believed it would.

On the day of his father's funeral, he spotted a unicorn, just standing and watching from atop the kingdom's walls. He thought it a hallucination initially, but then others confirmed they could see a unicorn too. He then believed they were a different unicorn, until he realised it had a silvery blue scar over the eye Hanzo had injured. The unicorn didn't approach him, and he did not approach them.

The next time he saw the unicorn was the day of his coronation. They were inside the walls of the city now, but still stood off to the sidelines, hidden in the foliage. When he spotted them, they bowed, ears low. Hanzo could do nothing but nod his head in acknowledgement.

Then, he met Harumi. She was the daughter of one of the kingdom's generals, and the second Hanzo set eyes upon her, he was taken by her beauty. As they spoke, and grew to know each other, Hanzo found her beauty wasn't just outward. It took only 6 months of courting for him to know she was the one he wanted to spend his life with, and she accepted his proposal. Their wedding wasn't a huge affair, but the kingdom's denizens did want to give their well wishes to the newlyweds. As the king and his new queen greeted their subjects, Hanzo saw the unicorn once more. They pranced and reared, like they were celebrating Hanzo's happiness with him.

It was only 6 months later that Harumi gave Hanzo the best news since she had agreed to marry him. She was pregnant. He wasn't so proud as to deny that he had burst into tears of joy. 9 months later, she gave birth to a healthy baby boy. His name was Satoshi, he had Hanzo's nose, his grandfather’s eyebrows and Harumi's eyes. Hanzo wished his father could be there to meet his grandson. It was when they were introducing Satoshi to the kingdom's citizens when Hanzo saw the unicorn again. They tilted their head one way, then the other, like Satoshi was a puzzle they were trying to solve. Hanzo couldn't help himself, grabbed Satoshi's wrist and gently made him wave. The unicorn jumped, like it was startled, but Hanzo swore in the distance he could hear a soft giggling.

4 years later, everything fell apart.

The kingdom was stormed. Hanzo had seen no warnings of an incoming attack. He had rallied his armies, saved as many of his subjects as he could. It was not enough, and at least 60% of his people succumbed to the attack. And then the news came to him.

Harumi and Satoshi were lying in his quarters, dead and covered in blood.

Hanzo had failed. He had failed his people. He had failed his wife. He had failed his son. He had failed his father.

He would never forgive himself for this.

Those that remained, proceeded with trying to rebuild, and Hanzo tried to stay strong for them. He was there to bury every last person who died. When it came to Harumi and Satoshi, Hanzo could hardly keep himself together. His people tried to comfort him, but nothing could console him.

One night, while he was at their grave, mourning, he looked up, and on the edges of the cemetery, stood that same unicorn that had shadowed him the last 5 years of his life. Their ears were low, head down, like they too were paying their respects. He had heard rumours amongst his people that an orphanage had been saved from attack by a unicorn. Still, all Hanzo could do was bow to acknowledge the unicorn’s efforts.

The next day, when he went to visit Harumi and Satoshi's grave, he found a small collection of flowers made from ice.

He wasn't ashamed by how he cried at the gesture.

But that was the last time he saw the unicorn. Soon after, word reached him that unicorns were considered extinct. They had always been hunted, drinking their blood was said to cause immortality though if it did or not was debatable. 

The unicorn went extinct because of the greed of so-called sophisticated beings.

He knew his unicorn must have been killed, and it made him feel cold inside. He'd lost almost everything, in only a matter of months.

But he knew that Harumi would not want him to spend his days in mourning, he knew he wanted to build a kingdom that would have been good for his son, and he knew he had to honour the unicorn's sacrifice by making sure the orphans they saved grew to have good lives.

He would honour all he'd lost, and he'd rebuild a world they would all be proud of.

10 years passed, and Hanzo was still rebuilding, although his kingdom was in a much better place than before. The people who survived had done everything they could to help, and he couldn't ask for better subjects to rule. He did everything he could to make their healing his priority.

War had broken out amongst other neighbouring kingdoms, leaving many displaced and desperate for a new place to call home. Hanzo opened his walls to these people, taking in as many refugees as he could and helping them to settle. He knew all too well the pain of losing everything, and how he wished there had been a kind hand to guide his way. He only hoped that he could do right by these people.

That was why he was currently at a small section of the gates. A small travelling group of refugees had heard of the king of the Shirai Ryu's kindness and had travelled miles to seek his mercy. It was mostly mothers and their children, but a few men mingled between them. He couldn't turn away people so desperate. He needed time to assign everyone a new home, but for the time being, he could accept people within his own castle.

He met each one, going through their paperwork, learning their names and getting their stories. One woman's husband was killed in front of her children, the poor little ones looked on with dead eyes and it pained Hanzo to see. Another man watched as his adult son was killed, and all he could do was grab his young daughter and run. A brother and his two sisters made it out just before their house burnt to the ground. So much senseless violence, so many families broken and for what? A few inches of land. It was disgusting.

Then he came to a man that immediately caught his interest. He was short, somehow looking dainty even when Hanzo could see muscular biceps. He had short black hair and a trim beard, and a large scar across one side of his face. His ears were pointed, clearly either an elf or half elf. But most striking were his eyes. They were a light icy blue, and his pupils were white and in the shape of diamonds. Hanzo had never seen anything like it.

And yet, for some reason, they were so familiar to him.

“Welcome,” Hanzo greeted, putting aside the nagging feeling. “I am King Hasashi, welcome to the Shirai Ryu. What is your name?”

The man stared at him. Just stared. Didn't even try to reply. Hanzo continued to look at him expectantly, until one of the guards coughed to get his attention.

“My apologies your Majesty, we should have warned you, but we don't think he's able to speak, he hasn't said a word since he got here.” The guard handed the man's paperwork to Hanzo. “He managed to write his name however, it's Kuai Liang.”

It wasn't unusual for refugees who had been through something particularly traumatic to refuse to speak at first, which was the purpose of the paperwork. Indeed on the paper, the man's name was written as Kuai Liang, but that was about all there was. No place of origin, no race, Kuai Liang was labelled as a first name and no family name was provided, not even gender was filled out. Hanzo frowned and then stared at the man.

Those eyes were striking. Where have I seen them before?

“Kuai Liang?” He questioned, and Kuai blinked in response. “Have we met before? You seem familiar to me.”

Kuai looked him up and down, before shrugging. Hanzo wasn't sure if that was a ���maybe” or an “I don't know”. He sighed, maybe eventually the man would be willing to speak, but it would take some work to build trust. He was prepared to do that.

“You do not have to be afraid any longer, Kuai Liang, you are safe here. We will look after you,” he softly informed him. He wasn't sure if his words got through, but when Kuai smiled he knew he'd at least done something right.

Kuai moved aside to join the others in the group, and Hanzo turned to see the last person. Only he was met with a very familiar face.

“Kenshi? What are you doing here?” Hanzo questioned, watching as his old friend approached, a small boy clinging to his leg.

“I am sorry to come at short notice, Hanzo, but I have a request for you.” Kenshi placed a hand on the boy's head. “I need you to take in my son.”

“You don't have a son,” Hanzo stated, staring down at the boy who was trying desperately to not look at anyone.

“Turns out, I do,” Kenshi replied, trying to pry the boy off his leg while a guard passed Hanzo the boy's paperwork. “His name is Takeda.”

Indeed, written on the paper was Takahashi Takeda, only 6 years old. Hanzo looked back to his friend, still trying to get the boy off his leg. Sighing, Hanzo passed the papers back to his guard and going to grab Takeda. He put up a struggle, but Hanzo managed to bundle him in his arms.

“You know with what I do for a living, I cannot take him with me,” Kenshi explained, as Takeda continued to silently battle Hanzo's grasp. He hated to admit the kid had a mean kick. “I know you will take good care of him.”

“Kenshi,” Hanzo warned in a low tone. If Kenshi left Takeda here, the boy would resent him for the rest of his life, even if Hanzo did fill the role of father for him.

“Please, my friend,” Kenshi continued, “I know he will hate me for this, but it will keep him safe.”

Hanzo considered that. Kenshi was practically a mercenary, he had many enemies who wouldn't hesitate to harm a child. In the end he understood, even if he knew this was a sort of trauma that Takeda would carry forever.

“I will care for him like he is my own,” he finally agreed, feeling the boy still in his arms. He could hear Takeda softly sobbing.

“Thank you Hanzo, I will one day repay you for this.” Kenshi bowed before going to address his son. “Goodbye Takeda, I hope one day you will see this is for the best.”

“No,” the child wailed, “no, please don't leave me!”

Hanzo had to adjust his grip, as Takeda's struggle was renewed. Kenshi, to his credit, did give a look of regret, before he turned and went to leave. Takeda continued to call out, his voice breaking while he begged his father to come back. There was nothing Hanzo could do nothing, he knew there was nothing he could do or say to soothe the poor child. Kenshi disappeared from view, not looking back.

Hanzo felt a hand on his shoulder, expecting it to be either one of his guards or one of the mothers who wished to lend a hand with the distressed child. When he turned to find those blue eyes looking up at him, he felt himself falter.

Kuai Liang moved so he stood in front of them. To Hanzo's surprise, Takeda stopped thrashing, although he was still hiccuping from the force of his tears. Kuai reached a hand forward, resting it on Takeda's cheek and brushing away a tear that was falling.

To Hanzo's surprise, Takeda calmed. His eyes were fixed on Kuai, who just smiled gently, stroking Takeda's cheek. Reaching a little hand forward, he went to touch Kuai's hand. It was like a silent conversation was going on between them, one that for some reason was enough to soothe Takeda's fears.

Eventually Takeda looked up at Hanzo, brown eyes still filled with tears. He sighed, and held the child close to him.

“I'm sorry Takeda, I know this is a dire situation,” he said as he patted Takeda's head. “But you are here now, and I promise I will do everything in my power to make sure you are cared for. If you let me?”

Takeda sniffed and eventually nodded. Hanzo let out a breath, this would not be an easy task, but it was one he was willing to take on. His eyes flicked to Kuai Liang, who was watching them both with a tilted head. Something about the action once again felt like a distant memory, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was.

“Thank you,” he said, trying to desperately remember. Where had he seen those eyes before? Who was this man who Hanzo felt he knew?

Kuai bowed in response, before going to rejoin the other refugees. Hanzo didn't know what else to say at that moment. So he just sighed, adjusted Takeda to hold him more comfortably. He gave the order for everyone to follow him to the castle, where he could begin to assign people rooms until more permanent accommodations could be offered.

Takeda was a very clingy child.

Hanzo supposed he couldn't blame him. He had been abandoned by his father, and Hanzo still hadn't managed to figure out what happened to his mother. Given that Takeda got quiet whenever the topic was brought up, he could only assume it was not a natural or peaceful death. Poor child, he did not deserve this.

It had been a little rocky to begin with, but it took only a couple of days for Takeda to become glued to his side. He got distressed whenever he wasn't in the same room as Hanzo. While Hanzo definitely needed to work on soothing that anxiety, for now it didn't hurt to let the child sit with him while he did paper work. Granted it resulted in a lot of questions about what he was doing, why he was doing it, when he would be done doing it, but he didn't mind that.

The only other person who Takeda didn't fuss over being left alone with was Kuai Liang. Takeda would talk and talk at the man, who despite being silent as the day they met, seemed to pay close attention to what he was being told. It was strange, but useful. If Hanzo had to go somewhere and he couldn't bring Takeda along with him, he would seek out Kuai Liang, leaving the child in his hands. Kuai didn't seem to mind, despite his silence, he appeared to have taken a shine to Takeda.

Hanzo had just returned from a patrol of the kingdom's borders, making sure there were no holes in their defences should the war raging around them spiral towards his territory. He had left Takeda in Kuai's care, and it was growing late, so it was about time they all went to bed.

He walked the palace halls, trying to find his ward. He could hear something, a voice from somewhere in the courtyard.

“When the last eagle flies, over the last crumbling mountain.”

Hanzo felt a strange sensation creeping down his back. He did not recognise that voice. It was masculine, yet somehow soft and airy. Whoever this was could sing beautifully.

“And the last lion roars, at the last dusty fountain.”

He slowly approached the courtyard, reaching for his kunai should the need to fight arise.

“In the shadow of the forest, though she may be old and worn.”

He reached the doorway to the courtyard, carefully poking his head through the archway. His jaw almost dropped at what he saw. The voice was unfamiliar, but its owner wasn't.

“They will stare unbelieving, at the last unicorn.”

Sitting next to the cherry blossom tree was Kuai Liang with Takeda sitting in his lap. Takeda looked like he was trying his best to stay awake, while Kuai sung his lullaby.

“When the first breath of winter, through the flowers is icing.”

Hanzo put away his kunai, but didn't show himself. Kuai had not seen him, and he feared that if he did, he would stop singing and return to his silence.

“And you look to the north, and the pale moon is rising.”

He looked ethereal, sitting under the pink leaves, the night sky surrounding him while the moonlight lit up his features. Hanzo felt his heart skip a beat. He hadn't really thought about it before, but like this? He could appreciate the man's beauty.

“And it seems like all is dying, and would leave the world to mourn.”

Takeda's eyes were drooping. They shut momentarily, only for them to shoot back open. He looked so at peace, despite his need to stay awake.

“In the distance hear the laughter, of the last unicorn.”

Kuai shifted slightly, letting Takeda's head rest on his shoulder as it started to flop from tiredness.

“I'm alive. I'm alive.”

Hanzo still did not show himself. He almost couldn't believe this angelic voice was Kuai Liang's. He had spent the last few days wishing to hear the man speak, to know where he came from and what he was running from. He had gotten at least one part of that wish, even if he wasn't supposed to.

“When the last moon is cast, over the last star of morning.”

Hanzo could see Takeda's tiny fists begin to uncurl and relax. He was still fighting sleep, but it wasn't a battle he was winning.

“And the future has passed, without even a last desperate warning.”

Takeda's body began to slump, his eyelids flickered. Kuai was smiling softly at the almost sleeping child in his arms.

“Then look into the sky where through the clouds a path is torn.”

Hanzo finally decided to begin to approach, realising he had been voyeur to this situation long enough. Kuai did not notice him even as he got close to them.

“Look and see her how she sparkles, it's the last unicorn.”

Takeda was now fast asleep, Kuai's eyes were closed. It was a very sweet scene, if you had come across it with no knowledge of who the pair were, you'd have thought it was a father singing his son to sleep.

“I'm alive. I'm alive.”

Kuai's song seemed to come to an end, if the fact he stopped singing was indication. Hanzo softly coughed, and Kuai's head snapped up. His eyes widened and he looked horrified at the possibility Hanzo had actually heard him.

Still Hanzo held a finger to his lips, signalling to stay silent for now. He did not wish to wake Takeda. Kuai's eyes flicked down, nodding in agreement. Hanzo bent down to take the child from him, while Kuai went to stand. Without exchanging a word, they began to walk towards the archway, so they could drop Takeda off in his bed.

Hanzo shut the door as quietly as he could. Takeda had stirred briefly as he was put into bed, but he very quickly fell back into slumber.

To Hanzo's surprise, Kuai was still waiting for him outside the room. He'd half expected him to run to his room to avoid the questions Hanzo had for him. Kuai was fiddling with the hem of his clothing.

“So, you can speak?” Hanzo asked, trying to sound as gentle as he could. He wanted Kuai to know he wasn't angry at him for not speaking. Just curious.

“Yes,” Kuai actually answered, looking away like he was embarrassed. “My kind do not speak, normally, so it is difficult sometimes.”

“Your kind? So you are more used to speaking Elvish?” He asked. He could understand that Kuai was clearly speaking a foreign tongue, so didn't question the awkward wording.

Kuai however looked confused. “Elvish? Why do you think I speak Elvish?” Kuai reached to brush his hair behind his ear, and as his fingers brushed past he seemed to realise why Hanzo had assumed his species. “Oh. I understand. Apologies, I am not an elf, despite appearances.”

“So what are you?” Hanzo questioned. Kuai looked at him, he looked like he was about to tell him, but then backed down.

“I do not feel safe, with people knowing what I am.” That's ominous at best. “My kind are hunted. It... scares me.”

Hanzo sighed and nodded, he was disappointed, but he hoped Kuai would eventually feel safe enough to reveal the truth. “That is fine, I understand.” The thought of his singing came back. “So, is singing easier for you than talking?”

“Singing is making sounds in a memorable order. Talk is…” Kuai paused and grimaced, wriggling his fingers unsure. “Making sounds and trying to make sure they are in order while you do so.”

Hanzo was starting to realise that Kuai's comment about his kind not speaking was not just a strangely worded way of saying he didn't speak the language. Hanzo wondered how his people could communicate without language, but then realised Kuai tended to be quite open with his body language. Head tilting, facial expressions, it was all a silent way of speaking.

“Is there any way I can help you?” Hanzo asked. He had tutors, who he was sure would be more than happy to teach Kuai to better harness language, or he could make sure people would be patient with Kuai if he so desired.

“I believe, I need more practice. If I keep talking, it will be easier, correct?” Kuai informed him, a small smile on his face. “I find it hard, to talk, but with you it is…” Kuai looked confused, like he really wasn't sure what the word he was looking for was.

“Well, if you would like we can converse a little each day, it will give you practise and give me a chance to get to know you better.” He wanted to know more about this mysterious man who had made his way to his kingdom.

Kuai's cheeks started to turn red, seemingly embarrassed by the notion of Hanzo wanting to know him. He turned his head away like he couldn't look at Hanzo.

“That, sounds like it would be good for both of us, yes?” He still didn't look at Hanzo, and his hand rested on his chin. Hanzo thought he looked adorable.

“I think so,” Hanzo agreed, watching as Kuai yawned. “But it is late, we can worry about that tomorrow, don't you think?”

“Yes.” Kuai stretched and cracked his neck, before clasping his hands in front of him and bowing. “Sleep well, King Hasashi.”

“Good night, Kuai Liang.”

He watched as Kuai made his way down the corridor to the room he was assigned. Hanzo smiled as he watched, safe in the knowledge that while it was small progress, that he was getting somewhere. Kuai was definitely a mystery, and one that he would find the patience to solve.

Kuai was surprisingly quite chatty once Hanzo got him started.

He didn't reveal too much personal information, such as where he was from, what he was or what led him to the Shirai Ryu, but Hanzo had learnt details about his life. Mostly just small talk topics, things he liked, hobbies he enjoyed. They mostly talked after Takeda went to bed, it was easier without a little pair of ears trying to listen in.

Today Hanzo had brought up the subject of food. His kitchen staff had informed him that Kuai tended to eat around meats, and just tended to eat vegetables, fruits and grains.

“I am a herbivore,” Kuai told him, with odd confidence. Hanzo smiled at that. Technically if he only ate plant life, that was true, but it was a word usually only used for animals.

“A vegetarian,” Hanzo corrected, and Kuai frowned at him, clearly having not come across the word before. “The word herbivore is used more to describe animals. We tend to refer to humans and other similar species who don't eat meat as vegetarians.”

Kuai looked more confused for a while, before his brows raised as if he just realised something.

“Oh, I see. Then that is what I am, I guess.” He sipped a cup of his tea. “It is strange to me, to be separate from animals.”

“Really?”

“Everyone is an animal.” Hanzo thought about that. It was true, wasn't it? It made Hanzo curious about the culture Kuai came from, if he did not separate himself like that. “I am not a human, though, maybe my view on things is... ah... not the same.”

“Human's have a superiority complex by nature,” Hanzo explained, shrugging slightly. “Most are willing to bulldoze anything different from them, in the name of being the highest organism.”

“Not you,” Kuai added, and Hanzo looked at him in confusion. “You spared a unicorn, as part of your path to become king, did you not?”

Hanzo stared at Kuai Liang for a second. It had been so long since he had thought about his unicorn. He wasn't sure anyone even really remembered he had done so. It wasn't really the tale people told of him.

“Who told you about that?” Hanzo questioned.

Kuai looked at him with wide eyes, he looked panicked and like he was struggling. “I... Do not remember, I must have overheard a guard.”

Kuai's reaction made Hanzo suspicious, like he knew something and was hiding it. Hanzo wanted to question him, but had a feeling it would not help. Kuai was already on guard now, he would just deny anything he might know. Hanzo relaxed, it wasn't like it was a bad story anyway, just a strange one for him to have overheard.

“Sorry, it's been a very long time since I thought about my unicorn.”

“Your unicorn?” Kuai Liang questioned, sounding amused, he had a huge grin on his face. Whatever awkwardness that could have been there was gone, and Hanzo was actually thankful for it.

“Well, not mine as in I owned them, but…” He paused, thinking about all those times he saw the unicorn off in the distance. How much he missed seeing them. “I saw them after that day. They seemed to appear in the distance for many moments in my life. I haven't seen them since the unicorns were hunted to extinction.” Hanzo looked down at his own cup of tea. It was strange, how this linked in to his comments on humanity. “That is what I mean, when I say that humans have a superiority complex. If it were not for an arrogant few who decided they wished to live forever, unicorns would still be amongst us.”

“You feel strongly, about this.”

“When my kingdom was invaded, my unicorn was seen defending an orphanage from the assailants,” Hanzo explained. That story still amazed him, even now. “If they were just a creature incapable of complex emotion, why would they do that?”

Kuai Liang was silent, and when Hanzo looked at him, he got the feeling Kuai wanted to admit some dark secret to him. His lips were pulled tight, and his fingers tracing the handle of the cup.

“I think,” Kuai started slowly, deliberately, desperately trying to find the correct words in the correct order. “I think most creatures are capable of complex emotions. I think that is what makes us different from plants.”

“Maybe you are right,” Hanzo agreed, trying to fight the questions of how Kuai had come to have these beliefs. They didn't line up with any species, clan or religion he could think of. Who are you, Kuai Liang? Where are you from?

“Humans are a curiosity to me,” Kuai admitted, “I have seen both the depths of their cruelty and the heights of their kindness.” Kuai looked at Hanzo as he said the last bit, and Hanzo felt his cheeks heat up. “King Hasashi, I hope one day to repay the mercy, you have shown me.”

“You don't need to-”

“I do,” Kuai interrupted. He reached across the table, holding his hand. Hanzo was caught off guard, now his entire face felt hot. “You have helped me more than you realise. I will devote myself to you, so that one day, I may show you my kindness in return.”

Hanzo barely heard any of that, from the blood rushing to his head. He got to Kuai Liang devoting himself to him and that was about all he could take. What could he even say to that? 

All he could feel was the heat in his face. And a cold hand touching his cheek.

Kuai's eyes almost seemed to sparkle in the light.

Hanzo lent closer, lips brushing against Kuai Liang's and-

Kuai pulled back suddenly, like he was shocked. Hanzo realised he had almost kissed the other man. Well, that was stupid.

“Sorry, I- I don't know what came over me,” Hanzo claimed.

“Was- was that what human's refer to as a kiss?” Kuai questioned, pressing his fingers to his lips. Clearly he was somewhat familiar with the practice.

“Yes, I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that,” Hanzo replied, burying his head in his hands. “Please just forget it happened.”

Kuai sounded like he was about to say something else, when the door was thrown open, and one of Hanzo's guard's ran inside.

“Your majesty, the castle is under attack!”

“What?” Hanzo jumped to his feet, and rushed towards the door. “Where from?”

“We don't know, there seems to only be 5 of them however.”

Hanzo quickly grabbed his katana, and prepared himself for battle. As he exited he faintly heard Kuai Liang call after him. He hoped the other man would know to stay away from the fight.

By the time Hanzo located the intruders, they were in his throne room. He didn't wait to hear an explanation, just ordered his men to attack.

Steel met steel as he fought against the men, red dragon mercenaries he realised from their outfits. He had no idea what the red dragon wanted with his kingdom, but like hell was he going to let them do anything that could harm his subjects. Not again. Never again.

Hanzo believed in fighting fair, and unfortunately for him, the red dragon didn't.

He watched as his men fell, having been tricked in some way or another. As his men dwindled, he found more red dragon mercenaries on him, until he was surrounded by all five. He spun on the spot, trying to find an opening and failing. No. No this can't happen not again, not again...

“We'll give you a deal Hasashi, if you want to get out of this alive,” one of the men started, and Hanzo just glared at him. “Give us the boy, and we'll let you and your kingdom live in peace.”

“Boy?” Hanzo questioned, not sure what they were talking about.

“Don't play dumb,” the man snapped. “Takahashi’s boy. Give him to us, we know his father left him with you.”

Takeda. They were talking about Takeda. They wanted to take Takeda.

“No way in hell, you'll have to kill me before I let you take him,” he snarled, knowing that given the chance, that was exactly what would happen. Even so, he couldn't help but wonder why they wanted Takeda. Logically, it had to be something to do with Kenshi, and Hanzo cursed his friend for not giving him any kind of warning that this was a possibility.

“That can be arranged,” the man snarled and raced forward. Hanzo held his sword in a defensive position, waiting for the metal to strike. But the strike never came.

Instead, the mercenary suddenly became encased in ice. Hanzo stared uneasily. What just happened?

“By the elder god's is that…” another mercenary began, but didn't finish his sentence. All four remaining mercenaries were looking behind Hanzo.

Hanzo slowly turned around, to see what they were looking at. And he felt his jaw drop.

Standing at the end of his throne room was a unicorn.

No, not just a unicorn. His unicorn. He could tell from the large scar over their eye.

A unicorn was still alive. His unicorn was still alive.

“If we catch it, we could make a fucking fortune,” one of the mercenaries said and Hanzo wanted to slice his head off for daring to think of touching this beautiful creature.

The unicorn reared, neighing angrily, before their horn began glowing and the mercenary began to scream. The sound stopped when he was also encased in ice. The unicorn began to run towards them, and Hanzo braced for impact. He was not the target however, and he heard the mercenaries grunt and growl as they tried to take them down and capture them.

Hanzo looked up, watching the unicorn kick one mercenary to the floor with their back legs while blasting another with thick ice. The last remaining mercenary seemed to realise he didn't stand a chance, and had instead made a break for the window. Hanzo wouldn't let him escape however, pulling his kunai out and throwing it at the man.

The weapon pierced the skin and the man let out a bellowing screech.

“Get over here,” Hanzo snarled, as he pulled on the chain and dragged the man back to him. Once close enough, Hanzo wrapped his chain around the man, kicking the back of his knees so he was tied up on the floor.

Hanzo surveyed the rest of the damage. His guards were coming to and getting to their feet. Three mercenaries entrapped in ice, one in chains on the floor, and the other clearly having broken legs and likely other injuries that would stop him from escaping. And in the midst of the chaos, there they were, his unicorn. They hadn't changed at all in the 10 years since he last saw them.

He could hear his men whisper in disbelief. He couldn't blame them, a creature believed to be extinct was standing in the throne room. Still he walked up to the unicorn as it stared at him, ears low. He held his hand out, and the unicorn nuzzled into it.

“Hello, old friend,” Hanzo whispered, “it's been a while, hasn't it?”

The unicorn suddenly backed up, and before Hanzo could do anything, it too was encased in ice. Hanzo feared the worst, until the ice slowly began to crack. The ice broke, and a man stood where the unicorn had been.

Not just any man either.

“Kuai Liang?“ Hanzo questioned, and Kuai just smiled at him. “It's you.”

Oh, oh by the Elder Gods that makes so much sense! How familiar Kuai felt, he had seen those eyes before. The scar on Kuai's face, him mentioning his people not speaking, being hunted down, being a herbivore. He knew the story of how Hanzo had spared a unicorn's life. Even the lullaby he'd sung to Takeda had been about the last unicorn. “I'm alive”, he sang with such assurance.

How did I not put it together before?

“I'm sorry, I did not know how to tell you sooner.” He walked forward, placing a hand on Hanzo's cheek. Hanzo reached his hand to touch it.

“You have nothing to apologise for,” he assured Kuai, he couldn't be mad. Given what he knew, the poor unicorn had likely been through hell. “I thought you were dead. That you had been kill with the rest of your species.”

“I am the only one left.”

Hanzo's heart broke.

“I'm so sorry for what you have been through,” Hanzo told him, taking Kuai's hand in his as he moved them to their side. He looked to his guards, who still looked like they couldn't compute what they were looking at. “Take the mercenaries to the jail, we will interrogate them in the morning. I want to know why they wanted Takeda.” As his men saluted and went to drag the mercenaries away. Hanzo looked back to Kuai as he stated “I believe we have much to discuss.”

Kuai nodded in understanding “I will answer your questions, to the best of my abilities.”

Hanzo guided Kuai out of the throne room, towards his quarters, where Hanzo might finally get answers to all his questions

[sunderedazem]

Hey! It's been a while :D I've been off the Internet for a bit but just know both of your updates have been giving me essential bits of life energy, even though I haven't had time to type something out in appreciation until now. First things first I absolutely love what you wrote for the 'stay?' prompt, it's exactly what I hoped and imagined what could have happened if things hadn't gone so wrong back then. Seriously, it's like you took a look into my brain, I was really imagining scenarios of helios coming back and taking care of an exhausted emet selch 😩 such good food thanks so much for that.

Okay so back to the actual ao3 updates, I couldn't believe that you guys did the tempering cure so early XD ahhhhhh it was so good! The way it was just a slight shift of perception, how emet selch goes off just barely holding it together, the line "I always believed I would see them again" broke me so bad like how dare you 😭 but honestly finally processing his grief now is great cause it'll be so much better when Hyth comes back 😈 iirc that that's happening. One of my favourite bits was emet selch having company while the cure was being administered, idk there's always something about having support while you're healing. Corrain's writing is superb as always, in the tempering fic as well as the Sharlayan one, he comforted emet selch so well and it was very interesting to see his point of view when he snapped at thancred, poor guy needs a long break and so much therapy. I haven't read the most recent lelesu writings yet but ahhhhhh she has such big sister energy? Such a solid anchor, it's so great every time she gives support.

I think that's all my thoughts for now, so that this doesn't get too long. Thanks so much for the new content, and I hope the both of you are doing well!! Many well wishes <3

Okay! Now it's time to sob over this ask so excuse me while i

And YEAH we couldn't wait to untemper that bastard man and break him even worse. Like imagine waking up and the thing you've been working towards for the last thirteen thousand years is not only principally opposed to what you believe is right, but also now you have to accept that everyone you'd ever loved is dead and gone and will not come back.

(And then they do. Because we are stealing Hyth. And then also stealing Elidibus from Pandaemonium like sorry Athena that man is ours now. And then Hyth is spotting Lahabrea's soul mixed in with Nidhogg and they are Stealing (and helping him put himself back together, and confiscating his wife's evil space rock) him too. And we are stealing the Sundered Ascians as we find them and curing and collecting them, because they all deserve a chance to recover from the literal apocalypse knowing that the star is actually safe. Anyway. I have emotions about the first Final Days and how nobody who lived then deserved what the world and Hydaelyn ended up giving them, no matter if it was necessary or not.)

To be fair it most likely only feels fast because most of what happens in Shadowbringers and the post 5.0 patches happens as it does in canon and tby rewriting all the Same Stuff seems kinda jejune so we skipped it XD. There are a few more pieces from SHB in process though, we just have to finish them.

And YEAH GOD. Corrain can be very cruel on occasion, and him snapping at Thancred for having EXTREMELY JUSTIFIABLE RESERVATIONS (even if he was a jackass about it) wasn't his finest moment. He doesn't even honestly feel so upset about Minfilia, he liked her alright as a person, and she WAS kind to him, but in the moment he's purely reacting in anger, and it dredges up some really nasty parts of him. This is a trait Helios had as well, if uh. You read the Final Days breakup fic XD.

And YEAH I ALSO NEED MORE LELESU ALWAYS. She is so SASSY sometimes. Hey @azems-familiar give us your girl. Grabby hands.

Honestly I know I'm late actually answering but this made my week last week 🥺🥺🥺💙💙💙

[scourgefrontiers]

i think a lot about how much ive grown and changed as a person, not the least of which being how i went from a super heavy kinnie to someone who hardly kins at all

my journey with kinning was like...idk. it started with learning about what otherkin was, and i realized that damn i have a super strong connection with demons for some reason, and i genuinely wished i was an actual demon. this was in 2013 ish. that was my first time calling myself a kinnie

then my first experience with fictionkin specifically was with...unfortunately, prussia from hetalia lol. that was my first fictionkin. then shit got out of control from there bc then i proceeded to keep tacking on fictional characters onto my identity until they BECAME my identity.

i became a kinnie at a very interesting and formative part of my life--the mid-teen years. and honestly? i dont think it was the healthiest thing for my growth. b/c my identity sort of became...nonexistent for a while? i based my whole self around fictional characters. i didnt want to be myself because i didnt know who "myself" was. and unfortunately this lasted into my...well, mid-20s. im 26 now and it took me until i was ABOUT 24 to actually find my real core identity outside of fictional characters to the point of where i was proud and happy to know myself and call myself just...dan. thats me! im not dan plus fu, kidou, raditz, etc....im just dan. and thats enough!

so for me, being a kinnie was a result of not knowing who i was and using fictional characters to sort of fill in that hole in my identity. i wanted to be them b/c i didnt know who myself was, or maybe i didnt like who i was either and wanted to replace myself with them. i loved fu and lots of other ppl did, so i wanted to be him so i could be loved like that. i wanted to be funny like him. i wanted to be strong like raditz. i wanted to be smart and athletic like kidou. i wanted to be cool like dan phantom. i wanted to be anything but the real me and that hampered my growth as a person for a very, very long time

it took me a long while to reach the point im at right now--where im confident in my identity and dont need to use fictional characters as a crutch. and im not necessarily saying being fictionkin is inherently bad--it can be fun or even used to cope with situations such as trauma, i understand that--but when it came to me and my own situation, i excused it as being a "spiritual" thing and sort of clung to the idea that i was "soul-connected" to fictional characters who existed in another universe at the same time as me...which in retrospect was kind of a reach lol. but like. idk. it ended up not being spiritual at all even though i convinced myself it was. it was due to identity issues and, to an extent, actual real delusions--i genuinely thought that i HAD to uncover and piece together my "canon" lives to the point of obsession. it was super unhealthy for me and brought me so much unnecessary stress, everyone around me could see it too.

so uh. what am i tryna conclude here. i guess like. be careful? if youre a fictionkinnie, especially a young one, please take the time to do some introspection. is it just for fun? is it a lighthearted thing? or are you so intensely deep into it that its a huge part of your identity to the point of where you lost your actual self? to the point of having breakdowns over doubles? can you function in life without the kin part?

for the record, i still consider myself generally otherkin--i do still heavily identify with demons and have dreams of being a demon and all that good kin stuff. but its not who i am. i have a list of fictional characters i kin still--hidden and not advertised anymore--but its at the back of my mind now and is more of a casual "oh yeah im raditz haha" kind of thing if that makes sense? its not affecting my life as much as it did anymore and im happy about that

i hope nobody takes this personally lol. im just basically airing my thoughts about my own kin journey out and sharing my experience and thoughts abt the thing as a whole. end text post

[aoi-midori]

Fanfic Recs...

so uh…. I learned the hard way that tumblr has a tagging limit when I reblogged that fanfic post from earlier, meaning ... not all my tags went through AND IT MISSED ONE OF THE FICS I REC’D. so fuck it, I’m making my own post: a more detailed one that has all my fav fics and for sure won’t get eaten by this hellsite! there are eight of em, and as i attempted to note with that reblog, all of them can be found on ao3, but i'll be linking them here for easy access! More under the cut!

Embers and Frost by SolarisLupi

One Piece/Rise of the Guardians Crossover, Canon-Divergence

Rating: Teen & Up

Synopsis: After becoming the new Spirit of Summer, Ace struggles with the knowledge that one day he will be forced to leave everyone he loves behind. Jack questions how far he would go for those he cares about. And Luffy, unaware of Ace’s rebirth, is plagued by visions of his brother’s death and other horrors. But those nightmares may be more than just dreams…

complete fic, with 49 chapters and a 414k word count

so yeah, Jack gets stuck in the op 'verse and ace becomes the new summer spirit after his death in marineford. Pitch winds up there too, and he's far more of a threat here thanks to everyone being able to see him, and if you've seen Rise of the Guardians, well... then you know that CAN'T be good. also this is actually part of a series with a kind of prologue that comes right before it that's called Fire and Ice. I'd probs read that one first if you want the context since that one showcases how Jack gets into op 'verse (and also where he first meets ASL trio).

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As N Approaches Infinity by Corisanna

Puella Magi Madoka Magica/Bleach Crossover, Canon-Divergence

Rating: Teen & Up

Synopsis: Despairing as yet another timeline goes horribly wrong, Homura wanders into Karakura. There she discovers that while the spiritually-aware people of Karakura were distracted by Ichigo Kurosaki and Xcution, Kyubey had managed to contract the Kurosaki sisters as magical girls. Drawing the attention of the shinigami could be just the advantage Homura needs.

Incomplete fic, currently sitting at 84 chapters with a 481k word count (last updated March 2021, might be dead, idk)

yeah, so Homura runs into the Kurosakis at the tail-end of another failed timeline, and if you know Ichigo, you can imagine what happens next. his big-brother instincts go into full-throttle here. also Kyuubey is still a little shit as always and it turns out he got up to even MORE fucked up shit than everyone initially realized! so that's fun... oh yeah, there's also a companion fic called Polynomial Expansion that's basically a bunch of bonus scenes from the main fic!

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There May Be Some Collateral Damage by metisket

Bleach/Harry Potter Crossover, Canon-Divergence

Rating: Teen & Up

Synopsis: Ichigo’s been ordered to go undercover at a magic school to bodyguard a kid named Harry Potter, and this would be fine, except that he’s about as good at bodyguarding as he is at magic. And he considers it a good day, magic-wise, if he hasn’t set anything on fire.

Complete fic, with 3 chapters and a 61k word count

I personally love the author's note for this one: "I wrote this mostly because, despite the surprising number of Bleach/Harry Potter fics out there, none of them seem to address the fact that sending Ichigo to Hogwarts is basically the same as swinging a wrecking ball directly into the side of the castle." this fic honestly changed the way I want to write fics and actually turned me on to present-tense. the narration itself is just so good. made me think, "goddamn i want to write like that." also one of the funniest fics i've read in my life. it's basically bleach characters (mainly Ichigo) looking at the HP 'verse and thinking "what the actual FUCK."

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RWBY/Zero by orphan_account/TheMaster4444

RWBY/Fate Franchise Crossover (mostly Fate/Zero with a bit of /Stay Night and Apocrypha in there too), Canon-Divergence

Rating: Teen & Up

Synopsis: With the Vytal Festival in full swing, Teams RWBY and JNPR are shocked when an unexpected family member arrives at the school. Elsewhere, Cinder's wild-card teammate proves himself a dangerous enigma, and Arturia tries to prevent a loved one from following her old path while enemies from a past she thought she left behind come for her new world. New players have come to Remnant, and a golden shadow is ready to change the game for everyone.

Complete fic, with 94 chapters and a 574k word count

so as i mentioned in the tags of that reblog, Remnant is literally the remnants of Earth after the fallout from Fate/Zero (so Fuyuki fire affected the entire planet basically). so you've got the surviving characters from Fate/Zero living in present-day Remnant due to the circumstances, and Arturia happens to be Jaune's mom. start of the fic takes place during volume 3 and it starts out a bit slow, but that doesn't last long. once it reaches the volume 3 finale... holy SHIT does it take off. worldbuilding here is absolutely nuts, and the way the author meshes the two series together is downright flawless. also ruby herself gets some really cool and interesting lore here, so that's pretty neat.

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∞:∞ by divisionten

Kingdom Hearts/The World Ends With You Crossover (given this is a KH fic tho, there are other series sprinkled in here too, but I won't say what they are bc spoilers), canon-Divergence

Rating: Teen & Up

Synopsis: He got off the pavement, wet, dirty and alone. They left the beach, ready to chase him down. She gripped her Keyblade, twisting it tight enough in her hands to leave marks. It was time to go home.

Complete fic, with 44 chapters and a 201k word count

this one's set directly after the end of KH3, so... Sora's dead! and he's found himself in TWEWY shibuya. but wait, Riku's also dead, but he got sent to TWEWY shinjuku! neither of them are in the reaper's game tho bc of special circumstances... meanwhile just about the entire rest of the kh cast is out there searching different worlds for these two, and let's just say that "getting into hijinks" is a bit of an understatement.

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Infinite Nuisance by Luluwoo

Jujutsu Kaisen, SukuGo Slow-burn, Canon-Divergence

Rating: Mature

Synopsis: When a strange incident leads to Gojo being trapped along with the King of Curses in Sukuna's Innate Domain, what everyone assumes would lead to destruction surprisingly grows into something more.

As Sukuna and Gojo are forced to interact and learn more about each other, they realise that hatred isn't the only tie that binds them.

And, as Sukuna quickly realises, he is far from prepared for the unlikely temptation that is Gojo Satoru.

Ongoing fic, currently sitting at 9 chapters with a 43k word count

AND THEN THEY WERE ROOMMATES. quite literally! so these two have no choice but to interact with each other, and that goes about as well as you'd expect (at least at first). also another thing to note here is that Sukuna's relationship with Yuji is MUCH much better than in canon, so they don't actually hate each other.

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Firehouse 4 by easyontheredeyes

Jujutsu Kaisen, SukuFushi Slow-burn, Modern AU

Rating: Explicit

Synopsis: For years, Megumi worked hard to become an EMT and carve his own path through the Emergency Medical Services world, outside of his father's reputation and Gojo's connections. All he asked was not to be housed at a firehouse, with firefighters. Apparently, that was too much to ask for. Or Megumi can't stand firefighters. His new EMT job leaves him working with a particularly cocky, arrogant, ironically smoking-hot one named Ryomen Sukuna.

Ongoing fic, currently sitting at 15 chapters with a 145k word count

AND THEN THEY WERE ROOMMATES... IN A WORK SETTING. lmao I kid. but yeah, slow-burn at it's finest here. animosity at first followed by one-sided flirtation, then followed by mutual flirtation... while trying to make each other jealous at the same time. smh

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Stars in the Dark by Nshi

Persona 5/Final Fantasy XIV Crossover, Canon Divergence

Rating: Mature

Synopsis: "In spite of… or perhaps because of this, I choose to believe. In mankind's potential. In his ability to find a way forward."

It was supposed to be a proper summer road trip this year. No combat, no god-slaying, no desperate last stand to save the world from certain ruin. But fate has ever had a habit of stringing Joker away from the peaceful and mundane, hasn't it? Not that even he could have ever expected to be hailed as the 'Warrior of Light'. Kind of ironic, really.

Or: a Persona 5 x Final Fantasy XIV crossover fic in which Joker, instead of a much-belated post-Strikers break, gets his ass Isekai'd into The Source and somehow winds up in the role of Eorzea's champion. As one does.

Ongoing fic, currently sitting at 33 chapters with a 415k word count

THIS IS THE ONE THAT GOT EATEN UP IN THE TAGS BY THE GODDAMN HELLSITE. also the fic that I recently just left a MASSIVE comment on to the author, bc holy shit did this one blow my fuckin mind. that word count is no joke, but don't let the long chapters intimidate you. takes place after Royal and Strikers on the P5 side, and at the start of 'A Realm Reborn' (base game) on the XIV side. XIV veterans will know how much of a slog ARR can be compared to the expansions, but the author actually makes it SO much more enjoyable here. THE SCIONS ACTUALLY DO SHIT. not that they don't in canon, but they're actually a lot more involved here, like they join Joker for the dungeon runs! also the camaraderie he has with them all is infectious as hell. oh another thing! Joker can still use personas, but besides Arsene, they work VERY differently in this fic, and it's actually really fucking cool. OH, also there's a side-fic for this one called Among Uncountable Stars that covers scenes and quests that couldn't fit into the main fic. author has also made art for the fic, which they link in the chapters themselves!