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baylardo · 25 days

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DO QUESTION 8. BE LONGWINDED.

8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in

im gonna PAGE BREAK this one teehee! dont feel like u gotta read this dookie its hecking DENSE original content lmao. this aint even all of it just the stuff that pertained directly to stories i had in mind

I used to be super passionate about developing my headworld Tenebres which like, I still love it a lot and I think about it sometimes but idk I lost the spark for it I guess haha... I had a few kinda "big arc" stories in it, some of them were just AU's for fandom stuff, but omg I'd always put my heckin heart into it maaaaang. :/

BASICALLY I RAN OUT OF CHARACTERS LOL

Tenebres Lore: Tenebres takes place in present day and focuses on the hidden society(s) of magic and monsters. Characters can vastly range in appearance and abilities; many of the rules are set as suggestions rather than guidelines. The one thing to keep in mind in regards to looks is that if they interact with common folk they need to be able to "blend in" which can be achieved in a variety of ways. While there are some classifications that entirely define some characters in what they are, there are other circumstances where a character can fall into multiple categories. In these instances, there is usually one that represents them more than the other. Generally speaking all potential types of magic are fair game in Tenebres. The only exceptions are time and dimension manipulation, which are strictly prohibited by a common code kept by most Magi.

Vera and Jagger: one of my earliest stories involved me and my friend's OCs Vera and Jagger who were both werewolves. my werewolf lore is a bit dense but suffice to say that Vera is a "moon-blessed" called a Lune werewolf and Jagger is a "moon-cursed" werewolf called a Tenebroso. Tenebroso become uncontrollable, enraged, and lose their sense of self in their wolf form. Tenebroso also target Lunes for some unknown reason, they kinda set them off..... thats da mystery is that this new "strain" of werewolves is attacking packs and Vera in particular is like "haha something's majorly up rn. im gonna get to the bottom of this" so the idea was that Vera discovers Jagger stuck somewhere and through exposure therapy of herself (a Lune) to him theyre able to uncover some of the mysteries surrounding Tenebrosos. AND THEY FALL IN LOVE. Lune Lore: Lunes are the rarest of the four races of werewolves. Their symbol atop their head is an upward-facing crescent with a dot within its arch. Lunes are so rare because of the means in which one becomes a Lune; Lunes are said to be "blessed" by the moon, seeing as more often than not it is the only time they are able to transform. This does not negate them from transforming at other times, but unlike other werewolf races, they cannot stop or even try to stop the transformation from occurring in the presence of the moon. Tenebroso Lore: Tenebroso have an upside down crescent with a circle attached to its arch on the outer rim. Some have wondered if they have any correlation with Lunes considering how similar their symbols are, though there is no evidence of this aside from the fact that Tenebroso will specifically target Lunes when they are in the area. Not much is known about Tenebrosos, though it is assumed that their initial transformation occurs under intense emotional distress. Tenebroso are big and burly, mutated-looking werewolves. Though they do not always look this way. Similar to casts their outward appearances can largely range from one to the other. Normally their bouts of rage occur around Lunes or other werewolves, leading to rampages. When a Tenebroso is out of this state of mind they look more like a normal werewolf. Their eyes will gleam white when they're attacking and can often times be seen spewing and coughing out black ooze from their mouth. Their entity will darken with a black aura as well.

Juneau my beloved: Juneau's lore is that she was a well-renown mage that began self-experimenting on herself with spells and curses and she ends up irrevocably cursing herself into sometimes becoming a big carnivorous and kinda head-empty beast so she loses her reputation and gets kicked out of prestigious mage school she taught at and lives on her own doing plague doctor work which involves curse removal and cleaning up magic "outbreaks" but she ends up getting sought out by this young familiar named Hemlock who wants to learn advanced magic (which is a no-no for familiars) but juneau's so far removed from mage society that the two agree to risk it and she takes Hemlock and a few other familiars under her wing. there's also Ethel who's a mage that accidentally turned herself into a dragon and she's hiding out with Juneau and faked her death bc she thinks her condition is humiliating, where juneau kinda owns her curse and doesnt care with other magefolk think. her and juneau dont like each other very much, Ethel is very lawful good where Juneau's pretty CHAOTICALLY aligned. she frets over them getting caught teaching familiars advanced magic, but they both have nothing better to do and miss teaching so they do it. eventually they become friends and help their little familiar students excel at magic in a more public light, bringing themselves out of hiding as well. Familiar Lore: Familiars are considered to be lesser magi. The ability to use magic in one's animal form defines what a familiar is. Their magic stems from their animal forms and is usually the form that is able to harness the largest amount of magic. Some familiars are born humans while others are animals; more often than not they're humans. Familiars are sought out at very young ages. Regardless of what a familiar was born as, every familiar has a unique symbol or symbols somewhere on their body; they are always symmetrical in their position on the body. They normally take on the general look of a swirl though its contents can vary significantly. Normally referred to as the Marks of Change, this is how a familiar is identified as a familiar and not just a magical animal. Marks of Change are normally monochromatic and can be lighter or darker than the familiar's skin. Unlike werewolf markings, Marks of Change are always visible and do not vanish when not in use; in addition to this they cannot be removed. Oftentimes these markings are in places where limbs emerge or change, but not always. In order for a familiar to be enrolled in a magic school or academy they have to successfully perform their transfiguration; this is a very simple requirement in comparison to other witches and wizards who are not themselves a familiar. Familiars have very low expectations in the magic community, the most a familiar can hope to achieve is being the assistant to a high ranking or prosperous witch or wizard. Most studies for a familiar pertain to their transfigurations as well as catalyst magic, which involves the combining of individuals' magic. Familiars are intended to be able to naturally shift between states whenever necessary. A familiar's overall comfort in their animal state can range drastically. Some find great ease shifting back and forth between forms while others, more reluctant to the change, can abstain from shifting; this comes with potential side effects such as an odd mergence of the two forms, one might start growing a tail or feathers if they choose not to shift into their animal state. Because of their constant fluctuation between forms, Familiars will often wear loose, baggy clothing that is easily removable. It is not required to a Familiar to have, but makes their removal easier when shifting into an animal. A familiar's animal form does not hinder their lifespan, though it can increase it. As familiars age, their inclination to remain in their animal form grows, though this happens very late in life. This does not mean that they lose their humanity, though in some rare cases familiars can lose their sentience.

Blake and Schofield: just 1917 AU in Tenebres, Schofield's a mage, Blake's an Origin werewolf. blake ends up dying like he does in da movie and he becomes a GHOST that "haunts" schofield, just kinda follows him around and stuff after he dies, the story being theyre trying to figure out why he didnt pass on, why he's still around. it would follow Schofield surviving the war with blake as his invisible buddy, eventually they figure out a way to bring him back and he had a purpose to serve as a ghost.

Origin Lore: Origin werewolves are identified by the O shape on their forehead. Origins are one of the more common races of werewolves. Origin werewolves are werewolves born already inheriting their ability to transform. They can come from a single werewolf parent or both, though regardless of their parents' symbol, the offspring will be an Origin. This does not affect or prohibit the inheriting of certain abilities or features from their parents, however. Origins are considered to be the average for werewolves, not necessarily being the strongest, nor the weakest. They are usually the ones to have their transformations under control at all points in time, given that they were born with the power to do so. They tend to have no special abilities aside from the obvious, and seem to be the most humane of a pack.

Farscape Tenebres AU:

John is a human, over the course of time Aeryn, a mage, teaches him how to use magic and he becomes a mage himself, but in the beginning he's just some guy that falls down a portal that allows him to travel between "mageworlds" which are kinda cut off little mage-made dimensions that magefolk use to avoid using magic around commonfolk. anyway he stumbles upon a mageworld that's sole purpose was to be a prison for people who committed magic crimes and that's how he'd find the "moya crew". D'Argo's a Cast werewolf, Zhaan's a grim reaper, Rygel's a vampire, Chiana (who they'd meet later) is a succubus. They end up escaping and just kinda exist via jumping through portals and running from the law.

I had a name for the magic police written down somewhere but it's been lost to time so it's back to being filler named: [MAGIC POLICE] lore:

The death of a magic-involved individual is something the [MAGIC POLICE] are obviously inclined to investigate

Harm of another wizard has a lot of laws and a lot of potential punishments dependent on the severity of the incident

The [MAGIC POLICE] will also investigate general public crimes that have been involved with magic, for the threat of the magic community being exposed, [MAGIC POLICE] officers are given the okay to use mind manipulation magic on the general public to aid in their forgetting of certain events

The [MAGIC POLICE]'s job is to apprehend wrongdoers whereas plague doctors for example clean up the messes afterwords

[MAGIC PRISON] (Tartarus) is where apprehended criminals are contained, it is seemingly limitless in the capacity it holds

Cast Lore:

Casts have a six-pointed star on their forehead.

Casts receive their powers by curses or spells acted upon them. The means as to how, why, and what the side effects are for a Cast may vary very much depending on how it was that they became a werewolf. This subtype of werewolves is one of the rarer kinds as magic is not common in today's society, though the ability to become a Cast still exists. They are usually the strongest of a pack, gifted with enhanced skills and strength. A Cast will normally have one particular ability that is unique to only them; that isn't to say that there aren't similarities between Cast abilities either.

Some examples may include but are not limited to: The ability to control an element (Fire, wind, electricity, water, etc.), psychic abilities (Illusion, foresight, telepathy, telekinesis, etc.), enhanced physical capabilities (Increased, strength, sleep, sight, hearing, etc.)

Casts are only able to use their magic in their wolf forms.

Some Casts can be muleheaded and a bit arrogant in dealing with affairs, though the other werewolves know how to put a Cast in its place. Casts will sometimes have unique coloring and fur, occassionally one may see a Cast with vibrant colors in association with its natural fur color. They are also seen to have odd mutations in their wolf forms such as an extra set of limbs, though not all of them carry this trait.

#I CANT FIT NO MORE HAHAHA #Ask #Mytardisisparked #ENJOYYYYYYYY #thanos: im sorry little one

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moonshynecybin · 3 months

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u def should think abt a kayaking au

brother all i THINK about is kayaking au... it might happen i have to decide if i want to get off from my job and then think more about my job at home. i think i should write all of those boys at a trashy ABC party in a shack in the forest drunk out of their MINDS. the true raft guide experience...

my major roadblock that i need to chew through is that i would need to make these boys APPALACHIAN or at the very least do a lot more research on the whitewater scene in europe. easy for rosquez if i wanna make it a pure elite kayaking au and have them jetsetting to random rivers all over the world bc then the set dressing doesnt matter much (and like. i have some international kayaking racer friends/family so i have some insight etc) BUT harder for the bezz/cele hot raft guide summer au i actually wanna do. i dont know what whitewater rivers are raftable in italy or what classification system they use (i know. there is creek boating. i know there's some rivers in the dolomites. i have NO idea if the whitewater culture is similar AT ALLLLL so i dont even know if i could DO it justice.) and i would have to either invest some TIME in either figuring that out OR trying to explain why a small pack of young italian men are chillin out in western north carolina. i guess i could handwave all of this but its stuck. in my brain. trying to imagine cele at beloved regional fast food chain bojangles and failing

#i know most people would not care or know about the accuracy and usually i wouldnt either. but i do for this.#callie speaks #motogp #asks #they are simply SO italian....#looking up italian whitewater rivers none of the commercially raftable stuff looks above a class II+ but i KNOW there is creek boating....#need these adrenaline junky ass boys to be on class IV minimum. ocoee river. chatooga section 4. the GAULEYYYYY. cheoah if we're spicy

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papawolfcg · 23 days

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OKAY SO- currently writing fic w my beloved tumblr mutual and friend so will try not to spoil any of that

(this is all classification au, fingers crossed you’re familiar with classification au)

LITTLE CORYO HC’s

-The first time Coryo drops into Littlespace, he’s just crying so so much and wanting his mom, he first drops with Tigris but drops fully for the first time with Sejanus

-veryyyyy young age range, four at the oldest, babyspace at the youngest

-he’ll never admit it, but little dude loves a good bottle and a cuddle

-after being under Sejanus’ care for a bit, he gets a bit more fussy and pouty and spoiled, not that Sejanus minds really

-He’s terrified of Strabo Plinth, he will run to be picked up by Sejanus the moment he sees him (Sejanus nor Strabo know why)

-lots of, “Shh, shh, bud, it’s not playtime. It’s bedtime now, go to sleep please.”

OO YESS I LOVE CLASSIFICATION AUS (fanfic my beloved)

But GOSH,, these are perfect, I totally agree that he would be baby - toddler age, and also spoiled when he gets the opportunity to be 😭 I love the idea of him being a little menace, but Sejanus can’t resist little Coryo’s puppy eyes, he would probably let him get away with everything 💀

#papa’s mailbox #If u ever wanna yap more abt them..#I am ALWAYS open to it LMAO #I love exchanging headcanons and stuff omg #hunger games agere

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somanyfuckedupiftruebooks · 2 years

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Mag 28

Yes!! Hurray!! Queen bitch has arrived!! Get his ass Melanie!!

Honestly these two are hilarious.

Jon is taking his first live statement from a member of the public since he promised Elias he was going to 'be more lovely', and he basically says outright that he's not going to believe her which is the thing that got him in trouble with Naomi. C'mon Jon. He gets so defensive about the tape recorders that he immediately abandons all pretense of professionalism and comes for her entire career by accusing her of pretending to see ghosts (which is also the thing that he spends all day bitching about people doing). I love this man.

And Melanie my beloved is having none of it. At least people like and respect her! She may be sparkly, but she's a good researcher (unlike some people). Get! His! Ass!

I'm not the first to say this, but it kills me that the crux of early Jon and Melanie's dislike of each other is that they both consider themselves to be credible supernatural researchers, and the other to be wasting their time with superficial investigations into fake occurrences. Hilarious. 'You're giving ghost hunting (which is a good and valid career) a bad name' is such a great reason to dislike someone. Add to that that they are basically the same person in two different bodies, and you get one of the best dynamics in the entire series.

Yeah yeah, you're entire profession is a joke, but I'm still acutely aware of everything you do, the standards to which you hold yourself and the places you are likely to go. I know this because of normal reasons.

Great that Jon is so sceptical about her seeing ghosts when he just read a statement about a ghost with no eyes that eviscerates coin theives. Equally great that Melanie is so insistent that she has evidence of real ghosts, when a genuine encounter with the supernatural has shaken her so badly that she's ended up at the Magnus Institute.

Has anyone ever done a reverse au with Archivist!Melanie and Youtuber!Jon? That would be priceless.

Oh, a small group of people who routine commit crimes like tresspassing or breaking and entering in the name of researching the supernatural? Who does that remind me of?

Also Jon! Let the lady speak! He won't stop fucking interrupting her!

Well that shut him up. Jon probably didn't even listen to the rest of the statement because he was too distracted by mentally burying himself alive over the fact that he'll have to contact his ex to verify a story told to him by a ghost youtuber. How is this his life?

Also great that the reason Georgie had no issues working with Sarah would have been because her fearlessness made her immune to the Stranger's terrible offputting vibes.

I spent a while googling taxidermy to see if I could find an explanation for that floral scent, but came up empty. Still, Sarah obviously thinks it's suspicious enough that she's smoking like a chimney in an attempt to cover it up.

And speaking of suspicion, why does Sarah even give a shit? It's so great that she's some kind of skin-stealing monster (good luck to Tim reading this statement) but this is apparently just her day job. She's very clearly not trying to terrify any of the Ghost Hunt UK crew, so this is just a side gig that she is apparently doing to pay the bills? Were the Trophy Room and the Wax Museum not hiring?

A great example of avatars being Just People with normal people stuff going on in addition to all their spooky evil stuff.

Miss King, please tell us all of the official ghost classifications, I am begging you.

There's no really enough information to guess at what flavour of manifestation has claimed this hospital as their territory, but this could be a clue that it's some kind of Flesh avatar that absolutely loathes the Stranger. The reference to silk stitches over the top of Winnie the Pooh, who is known for being a stitched-together toy that pretends to be a real bear living in the woods, could be an equivalent of a 'trespassers will be shot on sight' sign.

Or it could just be weird graffiti.

#mag 28 #a mag a day #reeah reacts to tma

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maestro04yayyy · 11 months

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Spare chloleka angst in antivillain au?

(I am not really sure this can be classificated as angst but I tried to improvise something on the spot)

Chloe was watching the heroes fighting the akuma of the day.....whel the hen was but that's besides the point.

She usually doesn't do that but today tigress, no juleka is fighting and she wants to make sure she is ok even if she said she doesn't have to worry.

She looks closely the fight and at one point juleka is hit in the face and sent flying toward a building.

In a moment chloe is here to catch her, feathers already red thanks to her berserk.

The hen: are you ok?

Tigress just nodded weakly.

Seeing her nose blooding make her own blood boil, she could feel her control vanishing while her anger just riled and grew.

She gently put her beloved to the ground and started walking slowly toward the akuma.

Flames started to manifest from around her body, each step left a flaming footprint.

Both the heroes and the akuma just stared paralized with fear ehile the air grew hotter and hotter until breathing became an hardship.

Anf then in a moment chloe saw nothing, letting her anger go and run wild.

5 minutes later when she detransformed, she was surrounded by destruction and only tigres was there, everyone else ran away.

Chloe could feel the fatigue from using the side power of the miraculous and briefly daw Free flying inside her jacked to eat, but that's not important, she has to make sure juleka is fine.

She took a step toward her but she held up a hand.

Tigress:why where you there?

Chloe:i-i wanted to make sure you were ok!!

Tigres detransfromed

Juleka:i already told you! I can manage on my own, i even have a team!!! I am not alone like you!!!

Chloe looked down ashamed

Juleka:and look ehat you have done!!! You comoletely lost control there and destroyed everything!!

Chloe's sight started to blur because of tears while her legs started tremble because of the weakens using all that magic cause

Chloe:i- sorry!!! I am sorry!!! I-i-i just wanted to help!! To be useful!!! So you wouldn't leave me.......

Chloe sobbed before whisper : but I failed again and you will leave me too

#juleka run to hug chloe and comfort her #juleka:i will never leave you! never #antivillain! chloe #chloe bourgeois #miraculous ladybug #antivillain au #chloleka #juleka couffaine

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cgetbrmj · 9 months

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What to expect from Cgetbrmj

(besides posting at random times)

Not that I think anyone will really read this or care but I need a lil place to store the scheduled fic ideas and separate them from the scrapped fic ideas

Get ready for a lot of writing that nobody will probably read lol!

THERE'S A LOT OF TALKING IN HERE

the Evolution series - tlou

fic #9 is only just under 1000 words right now and very much still in the planning stage, and every fic AFTER that is currently still sitting in the 13k word doc of planning

There are around 30ish chapters that I had planned out a while ago, give or take, so if any of you like that series, I wouldn't stress about it being ditched lol

Also in tlou were two separate one shots that I had written at the start of the year, when the show's first episode came out and I liked both of them but I feel like they're both too ooc to post so I never bothered editing them but 🤷

I'd also planned another mini series for tlou that had four chapters, all sort of centered around silver lake/aftermath/healing but with a littles are known/classification au to it - which I do still like and plan on fixing up at some stage

The Walking Dead

firstly, covering the fics in the Daryl's acting weird series

Always A Losing Game has 2 chapters left - both with a loose plan but not a lot of actual writing finished for them

There was a one shot that was in the works for a bit - something short and sweet from Michonne's perspective during the night that This takes place that I never finished

After the events of Always A Losing Game I don't have any full fics written for the beginning of the Alexandria era (aka season 5b and season 6) just snippets and ideas and concepts that I'd written down that I need to go and sort through and somehow make sense of

after that weird brief section where I have nothing written for some reason lol, there's 8 fics that are all planned/at least partially written in a coherent fic form and ready to be edited all set between the latter half of season 6-season 9

There's also a bunch of ideas and concepts for fics Post Rick set in this series that I need to also sort through

The Dandelions series... If there is literally anyone out there who liked it, I'm so sorry for posting two fics and then never talking about it again. Still love the concept here!! Even if I hate the writing in the fics!! Trying to get the motivation to actually edit the other fics in the series. There's another 5 fics in the series yet to be posted, all kind of written but not edited. One of those fics includes the fix it version of my OWN FIC lol, with a good ending where Alden lives at the end of it, if anyone's interested. I love Alden so much and I think that that love should override how much I hate my own writing here and convince me to finish what I started lmao

The Stubbornness Series, my beloved. My true underdog I feel. I love this series very passionately for someone that typically doesn't like their own writing after like a month of having it posted.

There's another 4 one shots that need to be edited and a fic that needs to be split into 3 parts, I'm still unsure if they'll be chapters or all standalone - tell me what you like reading more lol

The first 4 are

Daryl staying up late to wait for Rick to come back from watch

season 11 finale/rosita's death

rough/restless night with lots of comfort and cg!Rick and Michonne

Michonne finding Daryl directly after the bridge in season 9

The other is about Daryl finally returning to Alexandria in season 9, with Lydia, Henry, and Connie - where him and Michonne have lots of angst and trauma talk- try and fix their problems and help each other/try and get Daryl to go into headspace-go to the kingdom-heads on pikes- getting back to Alexandria- snowball fight

It has around 6000 words right now, and I'll be honest I was so close to dropping it and trying to rewrite it (it being the first part of the three) It came out SUPER angsty, even for me, and I felt like I couldn't make any of it work, hence why it didn't get posted on my bday, but maybe I was stressed because I was so busy at the time idk. I need to reread it and see what I can do

James Bond

the further down the rabbit hole, the nicher it gets lol

There's around 12 fics I have written that need to be edited before they're posted here, most of them were made last year and are just snippets, but I still like the concepts and want to finish them at some point

Too many concepts to do dot points for plots here, so if anyone really wants more info, which I kinda doubt lol, feel free to ask for more <3

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier

WOah, that one came out of nowhere, right? Well what if I told you that I binge watched the 3 captain america movies and this show purely to take notes, and my GOD did I do some serious note taking, last year? The year before, I think? Definitely the year before. So that I could create this story about previous cg!steve L!bucky that was angsty and fun and then turn it gradually into cg!sam?? Would you believe me? Because I honestly don't think I've ever brought it up before lol. Anyway that was something that I did do. And wrote for. And now I have a planned storyline and snippets of writing and absolutely no idea whether or not I should do anything with it

Now the fun miscellaneous fics

There's one rpf (real person fic) that I wrote purely for my own enjoyment and comfort and author projecting needs - written for a show that I can't believe I would ever write agere for but anyway. I loved it, will probably never post it?

There's a couple other misc fics that I'm always on the fence about posting or not so

one of them is also an agere littles are known/classification au of Mission Impossible of all things, since I rewatched the new movie so much and brought back the hyperfixation once again.

There's also another MI fic I wrote that I genuinely really loved and want to post that ISN'T agere??????? What?? From me??

So that's that. Those are the main fics waiting to be edited and fixed up and posted as of right now. These are the ones I plan on not giving up on. If anyone is interested in any of them and want to talk about any of them, I'm always excited to talk about my fics! And always excited to hear if someone likes my fics! Don't be shy!

I know no one will probably read this but this will probably be good for my brain to sort out my shit with these fics and stop confusing myself with the fics that I'm scrapping lol

#fanfiction #age regression #agere #cgetbrmj #fanfic #ao3 #ao3 fic #fandom agere

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2n2n · 2 years

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sometimes I sit there for a long time thinking, "how can I possibly word this post in a relatively normal way" but there's no chance. So with all of the love and affection in my heart, I must say:

we here at the AidaIro love to romanticize ownership and possession of another.

sorta related: my general overview on ‘romance’ as portrayed in JSHK

With such a short back-catalog, we have examples across their works... such as Cult making Lily his Familiar (a classification of being that is typically an animal-- another character's familiar is a dog. Cult comes to ‘own’ Lily in the manner more similar to a pet who is under command. Cult is doing something debauched and morally questionable to make Lily his... and of course, he kills her to achieve it)

a brutal ending... but nonetheless... Cult adores Lily unendingly. They mean the world to one another... they want to be together, forever.

In an even older oneshot, Nika Kiri!, we see a witch, and her familiar-- a kitty-boy who is subservient to her, but useless.

....we don’t get any real detail about what it means to be ‘a familiar’, though it seems he’s something similar to a servant, living alongside Killey and meant to assist in a witch’s duties and learning (his master goes to school). By some means, he was chosen by Killey. ‘Familiars’ are a favorite of Aidairo in general-- they also feature in the Hanako-kun of Magic AU. In that AU, more like MDLD, it is more of a forced position one in power can place over another.

in JSHK we get plenty of this! Both in our main romance, and others.... as Hanako binds Yashiro to him-- but such a thing is actually him making her his kannagi.

a girl like Sakura is unafraid to call the dynamic what it is, without any obfuscation. Hanako likes to obfuscate it as ‘assistant’ to soften it to the ignorant Nene herself (what a joke-- she is no employee who can simply leave or do what she wants....), but of course....

....it is a ‘master’ situation. Even Hanako himself will refer to her possessively as belonging to him. She simply does.

Tsukasa is as well Amane’s yorishiro, defined as an object or possession.

Sumire was Hakubo’s charge, and he was under control of her life, and body. His job was to keep her in their home, alive, but not strictly functional. She was his to determine the degree of autonomy of.

like Yashiro’s agency is limited by Hanako, Sumire’s was intended to be controlled by Hakubo.

Now, Sumire and Tsukasa are possessions, objects, owned by Hakubo and Amane, as far as the system of yorishiro is concerned. Treated equivalent to a pair of scissors, or a stone. Batteries powering their Mystery, held within their boundary, unable to leave. Sumire can change nothing of her position, constantly repeating her own final day.

Tsukasa and Sumire are existing only in relation to the person they love, and mysteriously are considered to be accessory to them.

Regardless, they are mutually beloved... just like Cult and Lily, just like Hanako and Nene, just like Nico and Killey.

It’s simply a dynamic/circumstance AidaIro seem to be fond of exploring, for romances, or even for playful games suchas Hanako-kun of Magic.

So curious to see what other circumstances fitting this taste may pop up in JSHK. I think we haven’t seen the last of this style of romance. I wonder if Akane and Aoi could somehow fall into a dynamic like this, eventually? An element of control/ownership could occur anywhere, with kaii.....!

... whatever the case, I find all of AidaIro’s works very charming, and their taste very idiosyncratic, consistent, and cute!

#avvy's JSHK #small JSHK thought

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chevvy-yates · 2 years

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Looking forward for the next weekend!

2 days off and going to see a beloved friend of mine again and we're going into phase two of our Cyberpunk shooting – can't wait for it! <3

Also still got so much to edit on the already existing photos. The version of her V is also very cool – I'm almost sad she isn't sharing her ingame V anywhere – However, that's not going to hinder me from posting the outcomes of our previous (and next) shootings, anyway. :P

Btw, if you're interested, a quick info on my cosplay of Hizumi: Seen from the cosplay only, Hizumi Chigasaki is a 'V' – I also intend to make another playthrough with this character using different classifications since all I do with Vijay is being sneaky with a lot of quickhacking and only revolver/pistols shootouts if things get dangerous for him. With Hizumi I would like to play more offensive, using the katana and other cyberware.

But if I were to write a fanfic with my oc's I wouldn't give Hizumi the position as V because Vijay is my real 'V' for me. But Hizumi is a memeber of the team, alongside a third character whose name is going to be Ryder (I want to play him as some kind of goth rock ex-concerner some day). Idk, if I ever gonna develope a real story and write it down, though (still got another very complex au story of a 60s cowboy tv show to get done some day anyways…).

#thoughts #I would have loved to cosplay Vijay but that's not gonna happen #I'm not manly enough lol - therefore I invented Hizumi #and now I try to get everything together in a way that would make sense - does it?#about: vijay steyr #about: hizumi chigasaki

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aconstantstateofbladerunner · 3 years

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Blade’s MHA Fanfiction Masterlist

This is the post listing all my past, present, and future My Hero Academia fanfictions. Links are provided to what has been published so far. Please feel free to ask me about any and all the stories described here, not just the ones that have been published. Thanks for reading!

I also have a Ko-fi where I occasionally post previews: https://ko-fi.com/aconstantstateofbladerunner

The Butterfly Continuity

- Butterfly - (Complete) The first over-night trip off campus since the training camp was supposed to be a fun break from more intense work back home. But between a bleak introduction to chaos theory, a chilly reception from the locals, and the looming threat of a villain attack, Izuku has too much on his mind to properly enjoy the fresh air. But those worries are a light breeze compared to the hurricane that accompanies what he finds on the outskirts of town.

Or rather, what finds him.

Izuku is stalked by a powerful creature who only seems to be interested in him.

32 chapters (complete).

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17165612/chapters/40360787

- Moth - In science, butterflies have a more strict definition for classification than moths. Therefore, a moth is anything related that is not a butterfly.

2/12 chapters.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28445922/chapters/69706131

For Izuku (Bio Dad Might AU)

- For Kurou - For their own safety, Toshinori must remove himself from the lives of his long-time partner and newborn son. But they’re never far from his mind. For years, not a day goes by where he doesn’t write a letter or set aside a gift for their eventual reunion. It isn’t until he’s spent some time with his chosen successor, a young quirkless boy named Midoriya Izuku, that Toshinori’s consistent dedication to his family is interrupted.

Canon divergence fic. Streamlined to the important stuff because there are already an abundance of fics like this and I want to focus on my original stuff. Toshinko. Family angst with a happy ending.

6/31 chapters. This is arguably my saddest fic.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22882870/chapters/54692104

For Izuku will be a five part series.

Non-Series Multichapter

- Naive Melody - Inko is just one cog in a grand machine years in her father's making. So small, she can only speculate on its true size and scale. All she knows is her role is on the fringe of an operation to ruin one man's life. When that man walks past everything else right up to her, she ends up set to play an even bigger role that she could have ever imagined.

And then the cog comes loose.

Inko is the daughter of All for One, and becomes pregnant after being forced into Toshinori’s orbit. Toshinko enemies-to-lovers slowburn. Some sexual content but mostly just in conversation and implication, though this includes the topic of sexual assault. Also, going to treat the pregnancy like body horror.

8/43 chapters. Read the tags.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34421470/chapters/85662910

- Dekugate - After narrowly saving Nabu Island from powerful villains, Class 1-A elects to stay behind and help with recovery efforts, though Izuku needs a few more days to heal before he can do much of anything. Thankfully, retired Symbol of Peace All Might and current revered urban rescue hero Parakeet, his beloved parents, arrive to help look after him and the others. But not everyone is as happy to see them as Izuku is. And he soon finds out that the absurd rabbit hole of hatred extends to him as well.

Bio Dadmight and Hero Inko au that takes place right after the events of the second movie, where Izuku discovers a conspiratorial corner of the All Might fandom whose members are stalking him.

11 chapters (complete). Every content warning associated with toxic fandoms you can imagine.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39303069/chapters/98352987

- All but One - Toshinori is given the opportunity to undo over two decades of suffering by going back in time and ending All For One. And that’s just the beginning. He goes on to use his knowledge of the future to correct errors of the past, and makes his new reality infinitely better than the one he came from. Better in every way but one.

Used to be a oneshot, now multi-chapter. Open to making it an au but not sure yet. Based on a bittersweet post by @skygemspeaks

13/21 chapters. This was supposed to be short. Warning for some violence.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18796387/chapters/44597800

- Angel’s Egg [hiatus] - Orphaned babies showing up on the stoop of hero agencies is unfortunately not all that rare. And egg the size of a baby is entirely unheard of. Is the child within just the result of an unusual quirk, or something of far greater, supernatural origins?

Kinda out there au where Izuku hatches from an egg and is raised by All Might. That question is posed to me, because I’m not yet sure if I want to go down the mundane or supernatural path; I have potential endings for both.

8/22 chapters. Structure similar to Full Metal Jacket in that the story will shift gears completely in the second half. Heavy violence and potential character death.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21009755/chapters/49966448

- The Wails in the Walls [hiatus] - Toshinori was convinced his cottage was haunted from the day he moved in. He could easily blame the missing objects and little bites in his food on pests, but that wouldn’t explain the faint sound of crying some nights.

Izuku is a tiny child living in Toshi’s walls who survives by ‘borrowing’ little things. Gonna jump between angst and fluffy like a seesaw. Idea originally by @abyssal-glory who graciously gave me permission to use it.

10/17 chapters. Violence, reference to death, and bugs.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20392885/chapters/48368857

- Exit Light [hiatus] - A young Toshinori is just starting to feel truly at ease with his master and his role as her apprentice. But uncomfortable truths come to light once a villain threatens the lives of their entire town with all-consuming darkness. “Consuming” in this case is literal.

4/9 chapters. Warning for heavy violence in ch. 2.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19233598/chapters/45733516

Oneshots & Anthologies

- Spiked - There’s no such thing as a free meal.

Gore headcanon request that got out of hand. Please read the tags.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20062174

- The Road that went Forever - Izuku’s Papa picked him up from kindergarten that day. He hadn’t done that in a while.

Usually, I write Hisashi as a normal, emotionally distant father. This is not one of those stories. A very sad two-shot.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21754498/chapters/51902485

- 12 Days of WIPs Challenge - A collection of the first chapters of 12 different so-far unpublished fic concepts.

Exactly what it says on the tin. Content warnings appear in the notes for corresponding chapters.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28039407/chapters/68691597

- The Glitch - Sometimes loss can be so potent, daydreams about what could have been start to feel like memories of times gone by. Or perhaps something more.

Broken Reality au: a joke made real.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30455220

- The Turn - "So. Izuku dug his fingers into his hair. In order to win the festival and keep Father from pulling me out of the hero course, I have to contend with: the non-hero course students who want to take my spot, the other hero class jealous of 1A’s attention, the rest of my own class full of powerful quirks and experience fighting villains, including my childhood bully who’s never lost anything in his life, and my asshole half-brother with one of the most powerful quirks I’ve ever seen, a decade of training on how to use it, and a lifetime of barely repressed hatred he’s been waiting for an opportunity to unleash on me. All in full view and judgement of millions of people, including my teachers, hero scouts, my mentor the number one hero who wants me to declare myself his successor, my horrible father who will surely turn on me if anyone finds out he is my father, and my Mom who’s scared of me getting hurt. And I have to do all that using a quirk I can’t control without breaking my bones. He crouched down and silently screamed into his hands. I am going to die!"

Izuku is the illegitimate son of Endeavor, and has one last chance to prove to him he can be a hero.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32560006

- Cain - “Katsuki was a natural born hero. Simple as that. He was smart, charismatic, and had the strongest quirk of anyone he’d ever met. And yet for some reason, All Might picked stupid, worthless Deku as his successor instead. But it didn’t matter. The nerd probably schemed his way into All Might’s favor. All Katsuki had to do was pull back the curtain on how awful he really was, and the number one hero would come to his senses. After all, real heroes never lose. No matter what.”

Stalker Bakugou au

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33808450

- Mercy of the Abyss - “When All Might invites Izuku to be his plus-one at a hero friend's party, at first, he's ecstatic. A weekend in a cool place with his beloved mentor, surrounded by incredible heroes and a unique environment. That environment just so happens to be a city at the bottom of the ocean. Three miles down. No sun, no cell service, and no hope of survival against the abyss if something goes wrong. When everything goes wrong every time Izuku travels away from UA. How is he supposed to think about anything else?”

Dad Might Mash prize for @pocketramblr

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36117655

- Together in Stride - “Izuku promised to help take care of Toshinori after a major surgery, and keeps his promise despite being injured in a villain attack right before, something Toshinori feels immense guilt over.”

Dad Might Mash prize for @aeolian-mode

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35055601

- Statistic - In a world where All for One was defeated the first time around, new villainous groups are constantly bubbling up just under the surface of society. New crimes need new tactics, so in an effort to flush out an alleged anti-quirkless group, All Might decides to go undercover as Yagi Toshinori, quirkless middle school teacher. But Toshinori hasn't been quirkless in a long time, and he learns the hard way how much things have changed.

based on a prompt by @hey-hamlet

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45456406

That’s all for now. Feel free to send asks about these.

#mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #butterfly #for kurou #all but one #the wails in the walls #naive melody #fanfiction masterlist #aconstantstateoffanfiction

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babyboyagere · 20 days

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New fanfic!!!

5 times Daryl should have known you were little and the time he found out.

Chapter 1 - Can’t sleep

In the apocalypse, most of the littles have died, but you've managed to survive by repressing your littlespace and convincing your group that you were a neutral. Although, there were times you could hardly keep your headspace at bay. What happens when you catch the eye of a certain rough-voiced caregiver?

Sophia had been missing for three days, and the tension on the farmstead had become palpable. Arguments had broken out, petty fights motivated by the heat, the fear, and the uncertainty of the apocalyptic summer. You could hardly stand all the yelling and the endless feeling that something was wrong. All of it just made you desperately wish you could cuddle up to one of the resident caregivers, let your headspace take over, and be lulled away from all of it.

But in this new world, you had to adapt to survive and being little was not an option, no matter how much your body craved it. You knew you had to regress at some point, you were just hoping you could fight it off until you found a surpressant or something to keep your regression in check.

inhale, exhale you reminded yourself. It would all be okay once this problem was solved. Your newfound family had a safe place to stay with the Greenes, and you were slowly making friends with the more difficult group members. Namely, Daryl.

You knew there was a sweet guy under all that gruffness and redneckism, and you watched him protect Carol and tirelessly search for that little girl, and you hoped he would warm up to you. Whenever you were around him, you little side betrayed you as your headspace crept up on you. You knew Daryl was a caregiver, but if anyone found out your status, especially him, you didn't think you'd ever live down the embarassment. You were the only little since Amy had died, and you were determined to not let it become a burden. So, as far as anyone knew, you were neutral.

Night fell on yet another unsucessful hunt for Sophia, and as everyone crawled to their sleeping places in Hershel's living room, Daryl was unnacounted for. This worried you, and you had an incredible urge to make sure he was okay, to ensure his safety (and yours) by having him crawl into your sleeping bag beside you and falling asleep wrapped in his arms.

Okay, maybe that last part was more controlled by your littlespace than you'd like to admit. Still, his absence worried you.

"Where's Daryl?" You asked to no one in particular.

"Don't worry too much about him," Rick muttered softly. "He can take care of himself in the woods at night."

You were unsatisfied with his answer, but there was nothing you could do to change it. So, you laid down in an attempt to fall asleep and forget about it.

Your efforts were unsucessful, however, and you ended up tossing and turning for hours on the hardwood floor. Moonlight moved through the small household, and as the night wore on Daryl was still nowhere to be found.

Finally you gave up, choosing instead to sit by the doorway and wait for him. You could feel yourself slipping, and for once you were too tired to fight it. The combination of exhaustion and anxiety took out all your will to fight. Your thumb found its way into your mouth as you waited, anxiously gnawing at your nail.

Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, Daryl made his way into the living room, crossbow strung over his back and a defeated look on his face. When he saw you staring at him from the floor, he stopped in his tracks.

"Waddya doin down there?" He asked softly. "Doncha' got a sleepin' bag or somethin'?"

You quickly yanked your thumb out of your mouth and stood up slowly, joints protesting the movement after hours of sitting on the floor.

"Couldn't sleep," you whispered, looking anywhere but his eyes.

"Ya don't gotta wait for me or nothin," He crossed his arms and looked at you quizzically. When you didn't respond, he sighed and put a comforting hand on your shoulder. "'Salright man, I'm here now."

You both walked back to your sleeping spots, Daryl keeping an eye on you until he was sure you were asleep. Something about that interaction felt odd to him; soft. He vowed to himself to keep an eye on you, just in case.

also available on ao3!

#agere #age regressor #age regression #sfw agere #agere boy #sfw age regression #cg daryl dixon #daryl dixon #agere daryl dixon #twd #classification au #classification au my beloved

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yandere-daydreams · 4 years

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Hi! Recently found your blog and I love your writing but I was a bit confused about some of the terms (darlings, protectors, etc.) I was wondering if there's some kind of faq or about that explains them? Thanks~

Ah, right! I forget that not everyone has been here for the entirety of my blog’s existence, sometimes.

Obsessive/Protective/Possessive/Delusional identify a Yandere’s ‘type’, or the classification they fall into when it comes to their behavior. I go over it in this post, but for the most part, the title just describes what goal a Yandere has for their Darling, whether that’s protecting them or loving them or remaining under the impression that they already love each other. There are sub-categories, too, like Lucid or Smothering or Apathetic, but again, those just add another aspect to the Yandere’s type, and you can usually guess what they mean. Y’know, since they’re literally just adjectives and all.

Darlings, meanwhile, are the ‘love interests’ of Yanderes. In most cases, it’s just a gender-neutral term for a Yandere’s partner that flows more nicely than something more self-explanatory. A lot of other blogs use it, too, or another pet-name based alternative (Sweetheart, Beloved, Lovely...), but you get the idea.

There are a few other things that are pretty specific to my pieces, too, like Diku (Deku but horny) and the Yandere-verse (an AU where most of the population is made up of Yanderes), but as long as you read the full post, you can usually guess based off the context. We’re simple folk, here, and I think I really just calling things by the first name that pops into my head when I think of them.

#personal #anon ask

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dragonsinkwell · 4 years

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P5 AU Week Day 3

Day 3 I think has been one of my most anticipated days because (and this irony is not lost on me) three of the prompts are right up my alley. However, I decided to go with the one I’ve already done the most in: my beloved Palace!AU.

Again, as I’m gonna remind you daily, don’t forget to both check out @p5auweek for more AU fun but toss them a thanks too for organizing this!

It is around the fourth or fifth cargo car that tips you off that you are not making your way out of the Palace. No, instead you're being herded, like a wandering sheep, because as you move on you haven't been finding less cargo, but more. Not to mention you have not seen a single of your little markers that you left as part of your original mapping of the train, so you are clearly in new territory. It takes a long moment to realize, between trying not to panic due to being chased and attempting to figure a way to escape, but it does eventually hit you that the only uncharted territory left is the final stretch to the Treasure Room itself.

Despite your well-warranted state of frantic fear, you're almost curious still as to what his Treasure might be. Ren's shadow, or, equally accurately, his persona, joked once that you were, but given that neither you nor Ren had confessed feelings for one another (a very large 'not yet' on your part, for certain) and that he'd only mentioned that after you tried to fight back against him in trying to buy yourself more time, you don't put much weight on that statement. Though Arsene does recognize you for who you are, as most Rulers have, he's only really used that to bait you and you'd bet that is what it was, an attempt to trip you up. Though, even without having real knowledge of what you might find, you've begun forming ideas; for Ren to consider small trinkets and gifts, like the silly ramen bowl he got with Ryuji, the enormous chocolate fountain with Ann, those adorable star stickers with Yusuke, and that signed movie poster with you, equally as precious as gold and jewelry says a great deal.

Whatever lies beyond that door when you reach it will hurt.

You don't have to wonder about how badly for much longer, however. You don't even notice at first, ready to keep running, until your brain processes what you see before you and you freeze mid-step. This is not the train you've been running through for hours now, no, this is Ren's room. You're so stunned you can't even find the strength to look behind you, can't even yell in surprise. Here you are, standing at the peak of the staircase, and before you is the tiny little attic you've come to find heart-warmingly familiar, full of your friends. Ann and Makoto sit on the couch, Morgana perched on the table that's been dragged out into the middle of the room; Ryuji's got a chair right in front of you, facing the window, and Yusuke has one of his own opposite the couch. New to the team is Futaba, crouched on a chair of her own closer to Ren's little workbench, still acclimating to such company.

D-did you get kicked out of the Metaverse? You can't really check without your phone, and you'd already lost the classification as a threat when your phone was destroyed, so no help there either. “Guys? Guys is that you?” you manage to stammer out, taking one tiny, cautious step further into the room. No one noticing you, especially Futaba since she's facing you, is a little weird but at this point if you've made it out you will not question a single thing. Today has been far too long for questions.

And yet, the group continues their conversation which, now that you're taking the time to listen, you cannot make out at all. It sounds like Japanese, there's words here and there that sound familiar, but none of it makes any sense at all, and this is where the hammer strikes. You did not escape, neither from the Metaverse nor Arsene. This is the Treasure Room, and though you cannot spot the Treasure itself, the scene before you is enough to make you not want to see it. More than anything it is you, the Phantom Thieves and his friends that he covets the most, enough that your cognitions are here, in the core of his heart.

Or, well, not your cognition, now that you've taken the time to process what's here. The others are, but there isn't even a spot where you would have been and this realization stings until you remember Arsene calling you Treasure. Oh. He wasn't joking, not exactly, now was he? You can feel the blood in your body drop to your feet as your fingers go cold and your stomach twists in knots. If coming here, and alone, was a bad idea in the first place, which it very much was and still is, this makes it a horrific one.

In a blind panic you turn on your heel and go to speed out, desperate to get away from this place now that you know what danger you have truly entrenched yourself in, only to slam directly into something, which quickly reveals itself as a body when a pair of hands catch your wrists. Startled, you try and pull yourself away but don't make it more than a single step back, merely far enough away that you have to face him once again.

Cruelty meets your eyes; Ren's face greets you, interrupted only by the sharp marigold gaze that has replaced his cool steel, but instead of wearing Ren's Joker outfit, it is his school uniform. Barring the eyes themselves, he's the very picture of the young man you waved goodbye to earlier today when you passed each other at the gate. Arsene cocks his head to the side slightly, sly smile gracing his mouth. “Leaving? So soon? You've only just arrived.”

You tug back, but though his grip on your wrists isn't bruising, it is too strong to break without a fight. “Please,” you beg softly, no longer scared, per se, but you don't like where this situation is going. It's not as simple as escape anymore. Your only answer is a quiet chuckle and you swallow thickly, trying to keep yourself composed. “At- at least tell me this, then? Was it me the whole time?”

“Only you?” Arsene asks before a gentle laugh. He releases your left wrist and gestures further into the room. Your gaze follows and you see something new, yourself, sitting comfortably at the edge of Ren's bed, elbows on your knees and happily chatting away with your friends. “While you have a different price to him, any of the others would have become the Treasure themselves had they been foolish enough to fall into my hands. A strange turn of events that you chose to come alone, one even I could not have foreseen, but enjoyable, nonetheless. Do not worry, however, now that you are here, back where you belong, I will see you well cared for, my dear.”

#persona 5 #ren amamiya #arsene #reader insert #alternate universe #palace au #persona 5 au week

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missfinefeather · 5 years

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JunianaKiwi

God I love Aradia soo much here

Wakraya

These are the little sparks that really make it feel like Homestuck

Even through all the bullshit going on, these are still Homestuck characters.

They're still all nerds.

GhastlyGhifin

Nerds of different classifications and professions, but nerds nonetheless.

JunianaKiwi

That poses the question: who is the most and least nerdy in homestuck?

GhastlyGhifin

I'd say Kankri for least nerdy.

He dosen't have any passionate interests, he'll just talk your ear off about literally anything.

Porrim's not much of a nerd either, come to think of it

Most nerdy though, that's a tight raceDo we measure by width of interests or length of passion?

Wakraya

Also

"Jade Come Here I Shall Hold You In My Arms"

BIG JadeKan Energies

GhastlyGhifin

I mean, Jade is Goth by troll standards

Kanaya has a type

Wakraya

You just know Jade's run her idea of her impregnating Rose through Kanaya

Kanaya is totally onboard, Rose just has hang-ups about pregnancy

GhastlyGhifin

"An Admirable Suggestion, Jade, But I Did Not Watch My Beloved Get Possessed By Elder Gods, Die, And Then Be Reborn With A Halo Of Brilliant Green Light Behind Her To Pawn Her Off At The First Suitor Who Comes Knocking"

"Have You Considered Adoption?" (Holds up an oliveblood grub who bears a not entirely coincidental resemblance to Nepeta)

MissFinefeather

How stereotypical, suggesting a lesbian couple adopt a cat...

Wakraya

MissFinefeather

Wait

Oh that was at Davekatade, wasn't it?

GhastlyGhifin

Yup

MissFinefeather

Well, I botched that joke xD

GhastlyGhifin

Wrong AU, Miss

though the idea of Jade, Karkat and Dave raising Nepeta is a fun concept

GhastlyGhifin

"so, let me clarify, this baby had a crush on you in a past life?" "PRETTY MUCH. IT DIDN'T REALLY GO ANYWHERE, THOUGH" "this is gonna be fun. her name's michelle now, by the way."

GhastlyGhifin

And so Michelle Snoopdog Strider-Harley-Vantas was brought into the world

Gale!

what a name

GhastlyGhifin

"michelle, you were named after the two most important people I know. sorry about the last name, though. polyamorus relationships get weird when children are involved."

Gale!

hafdjdfdfdfhsorry this name is killing me bc i know a michelle very well

so i'm just. ah. i see

GhastlyGhifin

She's only named that because Obama would have been a weird name for a girl

GhastlyGhifin

That wasn't stopping Dave, mind you, but Jade and Karkat were not on board with the idea

#epilogues9 #Missfinefeather Liveblogs #Missfinefeather reads Homestuck #liveblog #homestuck liveblog #Homestuck #Homestuck Epilogues #Homestuck Epilogue #Homestuck Spoilers #blacklist Missfinefeather

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eleanor-devil · 6 years

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ShikaSara’s firstborn son, Shikaharu Uchiha-Nara!

You can find MitsuSumi’s children here: Ume Kakei, Youta Kakei

This is my take on a third generation for fun. Any comments with the purpose of ship or character hating will be deleted and the person will be blocked. Respect what I ship, I’ll respect yours.

Shikaharu’s Info:

Name: Shikaharu Uchiha-Nara

Birthdate: April 20th

Age: 13

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Height: 158 cm

Personality:

Shikaharu is mostly a humble boy, he doesn't really pay attention to the fact he comes from two great clans, the Nara and the Uchiha clans, but he also doesn't do anything that puts shame on his parents; he simply doesn't like to be told how special, lucky, etc he is from descending from two great clans, Shikaharu only cares that his parents love each other and their family and that's enough for him.He isn't exactly lazy like his father and paternal grandfather but he isn't either the excessive training type until he awakens his Sharingan at the age of 8 when his sister was attacked by a bear while their family was out camping; ever since then Shikaharu seeks his maternal grandfather's help to dominate his Dojutsu. Because both his parents are busy with their position (Hokage and Hokage's Advisor), Shikaharu also relies on his paternal grandfather to train the Nara Clan's abilities.

He eventually develops a crush on Boruto Uzumaki's daughter, Hanami, and he is not exactly good at hiding it, flushing very easily.

Good traits: Patient, practical

Bad traits: Stubborn, uncompromising

Confidence/Self-esteem:

He is confident in himself but has this fear that he might not be able to protect his family and friends when danger comes, which is why when he awakens the Sharingan, he seeks his grandfather's help as he wants to use its power to protect his beloved ones and instead of becoming a burden.

Kekkei Genkai:

Sharingan

Classification:

Sensor Type

Affiliations:

Konohagakure

Team: Team Akane Teammates:

Inori Yamanaka

Chowa Akimichi

Sensei:

Akane Uzumaki [Team]

Sasuke Uchiha [Sharingan]

Shikamaru Nara [Shadow Techniques]

Ninja Rank:

Genin

Family:

Shikadai Uchiha-Nara [Father]

Sarada Uchiha-Nara [Mother]

Rina Uchiha-Nara [Sister]

Kosei Uchiha-Nara [Brother]

Sasuke Uchiha [Maternal Grandfather]

Sakura (Haruno) Uchiha [Maternal Grandmother]

Ryuko Uchiha [Aunt]

Kaoru Uchiha [Uncle]

Kizashi Haruno [Maternal Great-Grandfather] †

Mebuki Haruno [Maternal Great-Grandmother] †

Fugaku Uchiha [Maternal Great-Grandfather] †

Mikoto Uchiha [Maternal Great-Grandmother] †

Itachi Uchiha [Granduncle] †

Shikamaru Nara [Paternal Grandfather]

Temari Nara [Paternal Grandmother]

Karura Nara [Aunt]

Umeko Fujiwara [Aunt by Marriage] LGKillerFantasies

Karura [Paternal Great-Grandmother] †

Rasa [Paternal Great-Grandfather] †

Kankuro [Granduncle]

Naomi Kosetsu [Grandaunt]

Naoki Kosetsu [First cousin once removed]

Natsumi (Kosetsu) Matsuoka [First cousin once removed]*

Sadao Matsuoka [First cousin twice removed]*

Chinatsu Matsuoka [First cousin twice removed]*

Momoko (Kosetsu) Uzumaki [Adoptive first cousin once removed]

Aria (Kosetsu) Tsume [First cousin once removed]

Okami Tsume [First cousin twice removed]

Gaara [Granduncle]

Ayumi (Ishimaru) [Grandaunt] Nella-Moon

Tsukiko [First cousin once removed]

Eiji [First cousin once removed]

Haruki [First cousin once removed]

Yuzuki [First cousin once removed]

Shinki [Adoptive first cousin once removed]

Shikaku Nara [Paternal Great-Grandfather] †

Yoshino Nara [Paternal Great-Grandmother] †

*This is a very different AU from Natsumi's official storyline where she didn't end with Mitsuki but with Raiden Matsuoka (mirage-05)! Sadao and Chinatsu are her children with Raiden.

Chakra Nature(s):

Fire Release

Wind Release

Yin Release

Trivia:

His name (Shikaharu, シカ春) means "spring deer", keeping the Nara Clan's tradition to name one of their children with the 'Shika' (deer) initial, 'Haru' is a reference to the season he was born in (spring)

#boruto #shikasara #shikadai x sarada #shikaharu #shikaharu uchiha-nara #nara-uchiha shikaharu #my art #eleanor devil

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Nocturne (FFXV) - 1/30

Fic: Nocturne (1/30) - Ao3 Link

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Pairings: Mostly Gen (variety later to come)

Summary: In which Cor Leonis loses his temper, accidentally acquires a kid, and tries to single-handedly dismantle the Lucian immigration system – and that’s before he and his lawyers find out about this Prophecy business. If the Astrals think Cor’s going to let his kid’s best friend die without a fight, they’ve gotten the wrong cheetah ‘taur.

(a young adult novel set in @kickingshoes' 'taur AU)

A/N: Some background almost certainly necessary here for those who aren't yet familiar with @kickingshoes' wonderful 'taur AU:

In this AU, everyone in FFXV is a 'taur of some sort, 'taur being short for "centaur" but not limited to horses: there are cattaurs, dog-taurs, deer-taurs, the traditional horse-taurs, etc. Each 'taur has a human head, arms and torso extending up from the bend in the spine, and the lower half of some sort of animal, including all four legs and tail. See the art for that here!

They've even gone ahead and create anatomical drawings for the 'taurs, including interesting features such as two hearts: one located in the "human" chest (the supernal heart) and one located in the "animal" body (the infernal heart). See the art for that here!

For context: a 'taur baby is called a "kitling" (general term) or after their type (kittens, puppies, etc.), then they grow up into being children, and then teenagers, and then adults.

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A seat on the King’s Council is a rare privilege, typically given to individuals who have given many years of service to the royal family of Lucis. An offer to take a seat at the Council is more than a mere honor – it is a request to share one's wisdom and experience with the King and so, in turn, with Lucis itself. It is a position of both power and influence, and of great prestige, and it is widely coveted by those who would be in the center of the seat of power. Wise kings of the past have sought to protect the Council from those who would befriend young and impressionable Princes in search of a seat at the table, decreeing that only those with a minimum of a decade of extraordinary service to the Crown would be permitted to join the august body.

Unfortunately, they didn’t really account for the problem of prodigies.

After all, if one counts his years first in the Crownsguard, then as part of the personal bodyguard of King Mors, then as the personal bodyguard of Prince, later King, Regis, and now most recently in his appointment as Marshal of the Crownsguard, there is no question that Cor Leonis, nicknamed "The Immortal", has served the throne loyally and with distinction for the required ten year period, despite the fact that he is currently still only twenty-three, and a young-looking twenty-three at that.

Indeed, although there was some grumbling about his age, mostly from the older scions of the nobility, there was widespread approval among the populace when the news spread that their beloved Immortal would be joining the Council: his skill at fighting, now honed by caution and discretion after his experience in the Tempering Grounds; his extraordinary and intuitive grasp of tactics and strategy; and his surprising talents in the management and organization of armies were all considered extremely valuable additions to the Council’s wisdom.

It’s just that Clarus sometimes wishes his young friend had learned a little bit more diplomacy alongside his undeniable martial skills.

“You’ve got me all wrong,” Cor says mildly, his hands laced together in front of him. His manner is easy, his shoulders relaxed, his face habitually stern but almost casually neutral; if Clarus had never seen Cor mid-battle, that same expression of mild concentration on his face as his sword destroyed the enemy, he might even be deluded into thinking that Cor is just making friendly conversation. Unfortunately, Clarus does know better. “Entirely wrong, even. It’s not that I have a problem with taxonomy – after all, as we all know, there are many benefits to classifying species, both sentient and non-sentient, natural and daemonic, by easily identified typological traits –”

The esteemed Councilor Cor is speaking with – Taceo Dovinius, who was appointed in the days of King Mors and who has not ever seen Cor fight – looks pleased by what he mistakenly thinks is acquiescence, smiling condescendingly at his younger colleague across the table.

“– it’s just that I think it’s a crock of shit,” Cor concludes.

The smile vanishes.

“Listen here, young kit,” Taceo snaps, “you might think that you’re some hotshot because you can swing a sword well, but swinging a sword doesn’t change the facts of the world: the people of Lucis are felidaetaurs, or cattaurs, the upright taurus cousins of the family Felidae, while our sworn enemies of Niflheim are canidaetaurs, or dogtaurs, who are more akin to the family Canidae, and as anyone can tell from looking at nature itself –”

“Yes, yes, we’re cats, they’re dogs, ‘fighting like cats and dog’ is axiomatic, I’m familiar,” Cor says, his calm voice cutting through Taceo’s rising voice as sharply as his sword would. “But that’s irrelevant, and not just because the scientific community has largely replaced the Felidae classification with Feliformia and Canidae with Caniformia. It’s irrelevant because it is absolutely useless for making any determinations about sentient individuals such as ‘taurs. A person with the hindquarters of a cat can be a traitor and one with those of a dog a friend, if that’s what they decide to be; that’s what sentience means. And even if you were planning on going entirely by pure animal taxonomy, there’s no system of classification that even makes any rational sense – would you condemn every person with the legs of a fox as an enemy, and accept every hyena as a friend, just because that’s how science has arbitrarily broken them down? Why do we get the mongooses and the civets, and they the weasels and raccoons? And what does any of that say about our ungulaetaur friends from Tenebrae, with their goats and deer and elks? Where do they fall?”

“You’re splitting hairs,” Taceo snaps.

“Hardly,” Cor says. “Since your proposal is that we differentiate our treatment of individuals based on the species they resemble – indeed, not merely their treatment but their access to the very rights to which they are entitled under the Charter of Lucis – and given both the known arbitrariness of nature itself and the historical unreliability of taxonomical science, my question is quite to the point: who, exactly, should be entitled to make so important a decision as to which person is classified as what?”

Taceo has gone pale with rage. “Our taxonomists –”

“Oh, taxonomists,” Cor says, and for the first time his voice is actively scornful. “Yes, they know so much, don’t they, with their always excellent classification that always right on the first try, and never any issues. Is that right? Or need I remind you of my own history with taxonomists?”

Clarus winces, as do many of the others at the table.

It’s all rather notorious now, of course. Being born (or at least, found) within the Crown City, Cor, a foundling orphan left on the doorsteps of the city foster home, had been immediately taken to the nearest hospital to be given the standard taxonomic analysis.

The taxonomic analysis program has its origins in the insurance system, given the fact that different ‘taur breeds often have vastly different medical requirements even within the same family or sub-family. After all, genetic drift and mutations exist: a pair of felidaetaurs would generally have a felidaetaur child, of course, but while it is still common for a two-tiger pair like Clarus and his wife to have another tiger as a child, or two lynxes a lynx, it is perfectly possible for a child of two species-alike parents to come out as a different felideataur species entirely, like a bobcat or a puma. Even if you exclusively married other ‘taurs of the same felidaetaur breed and had for generations, you could end up having a different-breed felidaetaur child, just because of the drift. After all, even the Lucis Caelum line, which is rather famously almost all lions and almost always married other lions, has supposedly sometimes produced a non-lion child that modern genetic tests confirmed to be their own natural child.

The insurance system therefore developed taxonomic analysis as a method of testing for and classifying species at birth. The system became even more popular once the scientists definitively established that ‘taurs are not bound by any cross-species breeding restrictions the way that their animal cousins are, enabling any 'taur of any variety to have children with any other variety of 'taur, and, around the same time, any remaining legal prejudice against mixed-species relationships was definitively eliminated. Of course, in the face of all scientific knowledge, such prejudice hasn’t entirely disappeared as a cultural phenomenon – a lingering bigotry of a less enlightened age, when genetic drift wasn't as well understood and paternity tests were not trusted as much as they should have been, and there were accusations of infidelity every time a ‘taur came out a different type.

Of course, the principles of genetic dominance means that a mixed-species child will look like a single animal species, no matter how mixed, and will generally take wholly after one parent or the other in terms of their appearance, but that just means there is even more of a chance of species variation – Clarus’ own mother was a bear, as it happened, but he himself took after his father the tiger, and he married another tiger in his wife Cyrella, and his son Gladio is also a tiger despite there being a decent chance of him being a bear like his grandmother. While mixed-species relationships are still a minority, they are a sizeable one, and have been for generations and generations, and that means that no matter what you are or who you marry, you could end up with a surprise.

Given that, and given the wide range of medical treatments – not to mention medical insurance requirements – that depended on knowing what your little kitling is from the moment of birth, the taxonomic analysis is therefore considered crucial. Even though the kitlings and, later, children who are so classified run the risk of being stereotyped simply because of their classification, parents regularly opt for analysis in order to better prepare for the future, especially as Insomnia grows increasingly more cosmopolitan.

And so the taxonomic analysis system remains in place, with all of its benefits and drawbacks.

In Cor’s case, of course, it was mostly drawbacks.

At the time of his initial testing, Cor was stamped with the standard Felis catus taurus (domestic housecat 'taur) designation that the majority of the population of Lucis has – out of sheer laziness, Clarus presumes, since well before the time Cor was officially re-tested at age fifteen, it was obvious to everyone with a pair of eyes that he was actually an Acinonyx jubatus taurus, the far rarer (indeed, almost unheard of) cheetah ‘taur.

It might not have been such a big deal if Cor wasn’t quite so famous: the great prodigy of the Crownsguard and, by the age of fifteen, already starting to be widely known as the Immortal for his daring, almost suicidal feats of bravery and his equally amazing ability to survive them. Indeed, if Cor had been any other child, growing up in relative poverty as he had, he likely wouldn’t have had any choice but to take what he was initially offered: his designation quietly changed on the books without anyone in the medical or insurance industries having to admit that they’d made a mistake and thereby open the door to incurring liability.

But Cor was not any other child, and he was not exactly inclined to take insults lying down – especially not at fifteen, mere months before he’d gone to the Tempering Grounds, back when he’d been a regular firecracker, hotheaded and rash and so very, very angry at the world. After all, he’d received years and years of incorrect medical care as a result of his misclassification; worse, his foster parents had turned him out of their house when the expense of his medical requirements turned out to be considerably greater than what was allowed for under his category of insurance, and he’d lived for some months (no one is quite certain as to the exact timeline, and Cor won’t say a word about it) on the streets of Insomnia before he’d forced his way into the Crownsguard by lying about his age and only revealing the (incredibly obvious) truth when he’d already beaten the tests and defeated four current Crownsguard members in one-on-one duels. So instead of simply agreeing to a change of classification, he’d demanded an official recognition of his misclassification.

A court-sanctioned recognition.

The medical and insurance industries had (unwisely) decided that instead of admitting the mistake and opening the door to future suits by misclassified individuals, they would simply refuse to reclassify him, arguing instead that they’d been right the whole time and that he was actually simply a spotted tabby with a peculiar resemblance to a cheetah.

It was a scandal, of course; the entire city was appalled at the obvious untruth being spouted by otherwise respectable doctors, especially with Cor visibly growing into the so-characteristic spots and infamous speed of his species. It didn't help that Cor, being a foundling, was surnamed Leonis, the traditional foundling surname in honor of the royal family of Lucis (all lions, of course).

A cheetah named after a lion being misclassified as a housecat? The political cartoons all but drew themselves.

Realizing belatedly that they had seriously thrown their own credibility into jeopardy, the medical and insurance agencies quickly retracted the argument, but the damage was done and Cor’s lawyers proceeded to definitively rip them apart in court.

All together, that history makes for a pretty strong argument against Taceo’s profiling proposal on Cor’s part, especially given the fact that Cor virtually never makes reference to his past in any context, much less as a rhetorical argument. In fact, Clarus doesn’t think Cor has so much as mentioned the lawsuit since the day he won an unconditional victory in the courthouses.

Taceo seems to realize that he’s losing his audience, as many of the other Councilors are nodding in agreement with Cor, so he quickly says, “You misunderstand the nature of my proposal, young Marshal –”

“Just Marshal is fine,” Cor says, his voice reverting back to pleasant. “You lost all rights to refer to my age when you called me a kitten. But please, do go on.”

“You act as though I were suggesting that we rely exclusively on speciesist assumptions and stereotypes,” Taceo says, pretending as though he hasn’t heard the interruption. “Nothing could be further from the truth! I merely suggest that given the limits of our resources and the well-known fact that our enemy is largely canine, that we focus our security forces on examining individuals with canine characteristics –”

Cor arches his eyebrows. “Still sounds a lot like discriminatory stereotyping to me, oddly enough,” he drawls. “You’re aware, of course, of the large numbers of refugees that have come to our city are canidaetaurs?”

“That’s precisely my point!” Taceo exclaims. “The influx of refugees is a perfect opportunity for a Niflheim spy to –”

“If I were an idiot,” Cor says flatly, “and I assure you I’m not, even then I would still have the bright idea of seeking out my spies via the usual method of recruiting dissatisfied individuals already living here instead of trying to sneak them in as refugees – without money, without food, hurt and alone and having lost everything. Your suggestion is little more than anti-immigrant bigotry dressed up for public consumption.”

“Now listen here, you impertinent little youngster – ” Taceo starts.

“Cor,” Regis says from the head of the table. “That was uncalled for.”

Cor bows his head. “You are correct, of course,” he says. “I spoke too hastily. The fact that the idea is based on no science, no reasonable rationale, and would undoubtedly result in increased internal strife within the city boundaries is obviously no reason why we should not continue to entertain the idea suggested by Councilor Taedeo –”

“Taceo!” Taceo roars, rearing back on his haunches.

“Really?” Cor asks, blinking. “I hadn’t noticed.”

Clarus very nearly chokes trying to keep himself from laughing. The root of Taceo’s name comes from the old word for ‘silent’, while the similar-sounding ‘taedeo’ originates from the word for ‘disgusting’; a fact that Cor is well aware of, given that as a teenager, he briefly all but moved into the library to make up for his missed education, at least whenever he wasn’t on the training field.

“I think that’s enough for today,” Regis says quickly, though Clarus can tell from the way that his lips are pressed together that he’s also having trouble keeping from laughing. He rises, his lion's tail flicking majestically behind him, and everyone automatically rises as well. “Our time is up, and unfortunately I have another appointment following this one. Perhaps we can take up the subject again next week?”

Cor smiles with teeth, his hands behind his back in military style. “Certainly, your Majesty. Anytime.”

Taceo stalks off with stiff legs, his wildcat tail stiff with anger; the other Councilors disperse as well, most of them shaking their heads in amusement or disapproval, depending on where their politics fall. Cor heads off back to the Crownsguard grounds without another word, shrugging off the traditional Council cloak almost before he reaches the door.

Regis nods at Clarus before heading back towards the throne room, an obvious hint, and Clarus falls into step beside his king. They’re of a size – Regis is, of course, a lion, and Clarus a tiger – and it makes it a little easier than it might have otherwise been. Of course, ‘taur physiology means that no matter what species make up their lower halves, people are generally proportionate to their upright humanoid halves, typically ranging between five to six feet tall, but Clarus distinctly remembers how annoying Cid found the casual walk-and-talk style generally prevalent in Insomnia, his jackrabbit stride being totally out of sync with their relaxed feline prowl. While that certainly wasn’t the reason he was no longer really talking with them, Clarus can’t help but think it might have contributed to his decision never to visit, at least a little.

“What do you think?” Regis asks.

“Of Taceo’s proposal to focus our security on profiling canidaetaurs? Absurd, of course; the second Niflheim got wind of any such rule, no matter how secretly implemented, they would double their efforts to conquer territory which is primarily felidaetaur, and we obviously don’t want that. Not to mention the effect it would have on morale in the local non-felidaetaur population –”

“I meant Cor,” Regis says, amused. “I’m aware of the flaws in Taceo’s proposal.”

“What about Cor?”

“He was speaking,” Regis says. “Quite a bit, if you’ve noticed; I think the amount of words he uttered in session today is about equal to everything he said the first month he was assigned to travel with us.”

Clarus doesn’t disagree. Cor tends towards silence, most of the time, whether due to shyness, as it was when he was just a kit of fifteen, following along and trying to protect a group of 'taurs at least ten years his senior, or to sternness, as after his experiences in the Tempering Grounds. The only exception is when he loses that fiery temper of his – rarer after his experience with the Tempering Grounds, but definitely not gone for good.

Still, Clarus isn’t sure what Regis is getting at.

“He has good reason to be especially bothered by proposals that hinge on classification,” Clarus points out.

“Bothered, yes,” Regis says. “But such a proposal has no room in my kingdom and he knows it. There was no reason for such an outsized reaction.”

“You have a theory,” Clarus interprets. He knows his friend well.

“I have a theory,” Regis agrees.

“Would you be interested in sharing that theory?”

Regis snorts. “He’s twenty-three, Clarus.”

“So?”

“Do you remember being twenty-three?” Regis asks. “When all those adolescent hormones have finally started evening out –”

“He would’ve told us if he was going to go into a premature heat,” Clarus hisses, face flushing. “Honestly, Regis!”

“I’m not concerned about his heat schedule,” Regis says dismissively. “Besides, you know for a fact he wouldn’t tell us a thing about it – you remember that time with the mesmenir den in Duscae?”

“Six, do I remember Duscae,” Clarus mutters, conceding the point: Cor had technically been on heat-leave at the time, bedding down in an abandoned mesmenir den while they continued onwards, but that hadn’t stopped him from going straight into battle against the Niflheim forces in the area when they’d ambushed the rest of the party, and never mind that it had made him the target of every single Niflheim soldier out there. Yes, his intervention was likely the only reason they’d survived that particular ambush, but still…“Then what are you suggesting, Regis? Stop pussyfooting around the issue already.”

Regis rolls his eyes at Clarus. “He’s the only one of us without a mate or a child, Clarus. I have Aulea and Noctis, you have your lovely Cyrella and little Gladiolus – Six, Cid has a granddaughter already. And Cor certainly doesn’t mind playing with them when we’re having dinner, for all that he likes to loudly claim an inability to understand how children function.”

“Weskham doesn’t have kids, if I recall,” Clarus grumbles, though now that he thinks about it, Cor has been vaguely antsy recently, in what could be interpreted as a courting-season sort of way but is probably, in Clarus’ view, more of a Cor-sometimes-loses-his-temper sort of way. “I take your point. But I thought that Cor isn’t interested in courting?”

“He’s not yet, according to him,” Regis says dryly. “That doesn’t mean his biological clock hasn’t started in on him – and you know how his anxiety issues act up when he’s dealing with his body doing things he doesn’t agree with.”

Clarus makes a face. Cor is perhaps typical for a cheetah, brutally efficient and terrifyingly fast, but paying the price in heightened perceptiveness that often manifests as severe anxiety. When Cor is anxious, he doesn’t eat; when he doesn’t eat, he's grouchy; when he's grouchy, he snaps at people – much like he did in the Council chamber earlier today.

Damn, it probably is an anxiety issue. And yet the stupid ‘taur refuses to see a regular shrink about a single one of his issues, despite being dragged to a first visit with at least half a dozen in the last few years. Not that Clarus could really blame him, what with his experience with doctors…

It doesn’t mean the rest of them don’t worry about him, as his friends and colleagues. Or, for Regis, as his king.

“He’s too young for baby kitlings, anyway,” Clarus adds, still grumbling and unwilling to admit he missed this. “Not counting Cid, who had kitlings before we ever met him, the oldest one Cor knows is my Gladio, and he’s only two. And we’re both well over ten years older than him!”

“Only twelve years, Clarus; we’re not ancient. Regardless, he’s a cheetah; you know what they say –”

“Fast to grow, fast to bed; fast to run, fast to wed,” Clarus recites the old poem with an eyeroll. “Didn’t we just get out of a meeting discussing why we should not apply traditional species-based stereotypes to people? You just want it to be all about romance, you old tomcat.”

“Says the person who keeps trying to pair him up with company for the Chocobo Festival?”

Clarus coughs. “Enjoying some pleasant company and having a mate are two totally separate things,” he says archly. “A ‘taur’s needs are not all intellectual upper heart, you know; the secondary lower heart, the animal instinct, also needs to be satisfied…have you considered that he may just be lonely, Regis, and not necessarily for want of a mate? There aren’t many other cheetahs in the city – and none quite like him.”

“Perhaps,” Regis concedes. “But at any rate, we need to do something about it. Get him to exercise all that restlessness out, something like that.”

“Exercise,” Clarus says dryly. “The head of the Crownsguard doesn’t get enough exercise.”

Regis makes a face. “Oh, you know what I mean.”

They enter the throne room. Instead of going to the throne, Regis heads towards the windows overlooking the Crownsguard training arena. Clarus joins him and looks down to where Cor is – well, to be frank, where Cor is kicking the ass of ten highly regarded Crownsguard.

At once.

“He’s going to be unpopular if he keeps up with that,” Clarus observes.

“I know,” Regis says with a sigh. “Perhaps some time outside the Wall will do him good.”

“You just named him the Marshal of the Crownsguard,” Clarus reminds Regis. “You can’t just reassign him.”

“Not reassign him, no. Perhaps a covert mission of some variety...?”

Clarus snorts. “That’s a terrible reason to send someone on a covert mission,” he warns, but he can already feel himself giving in. He’s always been protective of Cor, ever since old King Mors had come back from his travels with an overgrown fluffball at his side as his bodyguard, of all preposterous things; Clarus hadn’t believed it until Cor had demonstrated at some length why Clarus ought to let Cor guard him instead of the other way around. Clarus still secretly thought it more than a little ridiculous; ridiculous prodigy or not, best fighter in the kingdom or not, thirteen years old is far too young to be on the front lines of a war. “Very well; we can pick a mission for him to go on, something reasonable…hmm. We did get that one letter from Niflheim, do you recall – the one about the factories?”

“Didn’t we think it was some sort of trap?”

“We thought it was likely a trap of some sort, yes,” Clarus agrees. “But this is Cor we’re talking about. He can be trusted to scout out the situation fully before going in.”

“And very likely to survive coming out,” Regis says wryly. “If anyone ever finds out we sent him on another death-defying, impossible-to-survive mission, he’ll never get that Immortal nickname off of him.”

“He’s never getting rid of that nickname anyway. If we send him solo with - at most - some back-up within radio distance, he’ll at least avoid being afraid that everyone around him will die,” Clarus says. “Again.”

“It’s not his fault he’s so much faster than everyone around him,” Regis sighs. “It’s just the way he was born, and how talented he is; anyone else would have died along with their squad. He’s not somehow to blame because he survived where they didn’t, no matter what he might think. Do check with the Crownsguard that he’s been eating enough, will you?”

“You already know he won’t be,” Clarus says gently. “But I’ll tell him he can’t ship out unless he eats a full meal.”

“That’ll be something, at least,” Regis says. He shakes his head and pads up onto the throne, settling in for his next meeting. “Very well, we're agreed; let's send him out. Do remind him to be cautious about it, will you?”

“Don’t worry,” Clarus says firmly. “He won’t do anything rash.”

#final fantasy xv #cor leonis #regis lucis caelum #clarus amicitia #nocturne #my fic #I hope people enjoy this!

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