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legsandassman · 1 year

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snowmist-hashira · 8 months

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Your oc is cool........ Can you do an appreciation post? If you don't want to just delete this then byeeee!!!!!!!!

//Oh boy... Here we go again, cracks neck and knuckles-

I will try to keep it as concise as possible~

Thank you though! I would ask which OC, but then again I think it's my profile(?)

@aeolia18; As you all know, we talk to each other frequently and share things, she spoils me with her smut fanfictions- You should check it out HAHA!

@theyslaydemons; I simp, HAHA. Who wouldn't-?! Got inspired to post my work here because of her~ We interact everyday, fangirling about our boys- HAHA

@valartsstuff; Ah yes. The cute cat that I adopted- kidnapped. Also holds a special place in my heart. Lala had just opened her commission so check it out~

@xaeoism; Adorable innocent-fluffy-precious creature. Amazing writer and a shy individual, but a chance to evolve into a bundle of chaos. Waiting for it.

@demonslayeranimex; Checks in on me frequently, we mostly converse unless I'm too busy to reply. Which is like majority of my time.

@sakurasunkiss; Precious artist that draws and spoil me with artworks, her style is cute!~ I have it all saved up in my gallery.

@cloudymistedskies; Another precious artist, I love the plot and details of her character that's shipped with Mui~ Rooting for the two, or I'll just smack them together

@ta-ni-ya; Her art style is so good! To think that my OC would be drawn by these amazing artists, I'm still in awe of it

@kurumi-igarashi; Commissioned artworks and emotes belongs to her, also spoils us with lots of artworks~ Kuru does commissions as well, if you're interested, check her profile

@muikitoo; Fellow writer~ Does both twins and other characters, supportive with all my works too~ Adorable writing style!

@mistymxxn; Speaking of, also a supportive fellow writer! I really love that fic that involves both twins!

@unofficialmuilover; Another supportive fellow writer, her ideas are intriguing and interesting! Kudos for being able to juggle work and your hobby!

@naramaiz; The snake is quite adorable HAHA! I've never encountered an OC like that, consistent supportive of my works too~

@yuichiroleftarm; The remnants of Yuichiro's body- HAHA. A bundle of chaotic ball, her personality is so chaotic, I love it.

Even among those not specifically mentioned here, there are a considerable number of individuals who support my work. I truly value and appreciate each and every one of them!

#Snow_BlueSky replies #Snow_BlueSky talks

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macaroni-rascal · 6 months

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Really good skating from Green/Parsons, but the colors are awful. It's a shade of red that looks like dried blood, and it's the same issue I had with Hawayek's Heart of Glass dress. And then to pair it with this awkward teal? A lot of teal this year, some more successful than others. The worst part is the ribbon on his waist, he needs a longer, less puffy shirt. This program is a non-starter, not just because it tries and fails to capture the magic of their iconic free dance from 2 years ago, but also because it's so meandering and devoid of concept and a coherent movement vocabulary (in contrast to the French, who will get to). They're making nice shapes with their bodies, but it doesn't add up to anything. I would've understood if the judges had dropped them in this program rather than the RD, since this is just a bag of random stuff pulled out the junk drawer. Her dress is contemporary, while his kinda period-inspired and doesn't fit his build, much like the Trennt sitch. I wish they'd scrap this one too.

Natalie, my sweet. While this is a great color on her, it didn't work paired with grey when VM did it, and it doesn't work now. His costume looks like an afterthought and the construction of hers is lazy and unflattering. I know they probably don't have the same resources as some other teams, so I'll let it lie, but also, the real problem here is the program. All they're doing is power skating between lifts and choreo elements. They're on two feet sooo damn much, and I dare them to take a step that isn't a crossover. It's not really ice dance, which sucks, because I really, really like them, but they're not an abstract concept team. Sorry about their dad.

Okay, the team that's really been impressing me this season, in spite of myself - the French. I loved the simplicity of her dress, which is why I don't get why they did the awkward, random dyeing on his. So many of these boys are wearing tops that look water-damaged. But I thought this program had a consistent movement vocabulary, it had a sense of dance history, and while we've seen them sharper this year, they did well here. I hate to say it, but Guillame did a great job. It's familiar music but it builds and they picked up every nuance and note, and this from a team I don't normally enjoy, so kudos. Good transitions like L/Q, great skating in hold, really seamlessly put together. Only they and H/B can pull off abstract.

LaLa - gorgeous colors, they looked like spring! Marjo was the force of the program, Zak looked a bit closed off in the chest, but I'm assuming that's from the injury and will pass. Some truly breathtaking elements and entries into them, and better levels, it seems. Skate Canada needs to get their scores where they need to be because Lolo and Nik hath no knees left. He did this to me with his shirt last year - it's big and boxy and flowy and bunches up at the waist, obscuring and cutting off his lines. Marjo, on the other hand, extremely pretty but a little too much skirt, I won't be surprised if it throws off her twizzles with how heavy it is. Such softness of movement yet such punctuation moments throughout, such effortless musicality and responsiveness to each other and the music. The one thing I will say is that it's maybe a bit too similar to the Nureyev and the Warsaw, but then again, it hasn't held other teams back, so why diversify? Get Zak a more fitted shirt and remove a layer of fabric from Marjo's skirt and they're ready for world domination. Nothing but respect for my next Olympic champions.

Okay, I really didn't want to become a C/B hater, but here we are - they've forced me over the past 3 years. What a load of pretentious schlock. We need to stop validating people just because they're hot. I'm pretty sure we've seen this concept 20 years prior. Her dress is well-made but it's what a teen whose social studies teacher once told her she should be a designer because she likes clothes would draw. Evan's outfit is straight out of Nathan Chen's closet of non-costumes. All of this is right out of the P/C guidebook on emperor's new clothes programs where they tell us we're too dumb to understand the high art that it is, when in reality they're just doing whatever to low-tempo music. All but one team here are stronger skaters than them. The whole program is just an exercise in figuring out how little actual skating they get away with. The fact that this is being celebrated and scored like this is why the sport is losing viewership, it makes the fans feel gaslit and taken for fools. And they can only do the planks and straight limb lines for a minute or so before they run out of steam, so whatever vague common visual thread there is totally falls apart. The USFSA fucked up when they let them win the nationals over the far superior H/D with that alien program because they wanted to give them a boost for the team event, but the lesson they took from it is that they could literally get away with murder, which is how we ended up here. I'm literally begging them to retire, they have me cheering for teams I usually can't stand. Prayer circle for the Italians to get a better RD.

Otherwise, Romain and Patrice serving looks like the dapper daddies they are, skaters take notes!

10s 10s 10s across the board.

#konner talks skating #fashionista nonny #that chock and bates paragraph had me cacklin'

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antonia-gergely · 6 months

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EVA EXHIBITION REVIEW !!!

soft 5/10

Let me preface by mentioning that we went on a Tuesday. That brought the score down a lot. About five venues were open (One of them contained a single poster). But I'm going to focus mainly on the Limerick City Gallery of Art.

It was a slight disappointment, frankly. There was amazing art on display within, some really striking stuff, and kudos to each artist whose work was chosen for display, but it seemed like it was set up a day before opening, and didn't exactly strike me as an international-level event.

Photos were tacked up like posters in a teenage bedroom. Shadows seeped out from underneath, distracting any viewer from the immersive experience that could have been achieved. It's Lala Meredith-Vula's Haystacks series that I'm mainly referring to. I was enamoured by the work, it reminded me of the haystacks I would see driving through the Romanian countryside on my holidays, it had enough imagery to allow a viewer to add narrative, and question the events within. And yet, all I could see were the jarring buckled shadows underneath the asymmetrically displayed images.

Seóidín O'Sullivan's ongoing research project, Crex crex, crex crex, crex..., really bewildered me and a few others I was with. Beautiful old coins embossed with the corncrake showed her inspiration on a wall whereby a viewer would have their back to the large main piece, rendering everything quite disjointed and unconnected, and harder to picture interacting. Her research images seemed haphazardly tacked onto MDF board screwed into the walls. I left quite confused and underwhelmed by the unfinished nature of the display.

Her beautiful textile work, illustrated with deep blue corncrake postage stamps, draped over a hay-bale whose scent would transport any viewer out to the Irish springtime countryside, was labelled and described, but across the room. I went over to the work and examined it, only to have to pace back and see what it was actually called. This was a repeated issue. The gallery had its artwork labels in weird places that weren't conducive to someone's movement through the space. I would walk in to a room, have to turn back, read a label around the corner, look back at the art, and figure out if I was reading the right thing. It gets really annoying when all you want to do is understand an artist's idea and concept and be submerged in the work. It felt as though the technicians didn't know much about gallery operations at all.

Orla Barry's video installation was in the middle of the first main atrium of the gallery. I don't know anyone who would actively enjoy standing in everyone's way with a pair of headphones, staring at words scrolling across a screen. I tried to watch the video, but couldn't focus for the discomfort of standing in the middle of a gallery pathway.

Rosalind Fowler's video was more intimately set up, more comfortable to sit and watch in private, but the sound was neglected. A tiny speaker accompanied the projector showing the work. It was almost like the piece was afraid to intrude on the gallery environment and adjoining café. This could have been intentional, but I didn't find it very effective. One of my favourite things at the Venice Biennale was the booming, unapologetic noise that you would here from whatever room awaited you, and the excitement of discovering where it was coming from. Not the case here. In fact, I almost missed the video completely. I was just curious enough to look around the inconspicuous curtain and find a quiet video rolling therein.

Unfortunately, I did not have time to go out to UL, where the work might have had a more thought-out display, but for such a small biennial, I don't understand why the work would be spread out around the town. It's not the Venice Biennale and I think it's wrong for it to try to be, at least physically. It felt like each individual venue provided nothing much at all, other than Rachel Fallon and Alice Maher's monumental tapestry (whose display I quite enjoyed), whereas having the works in fewer, larger spaces would have had a much more immersive, lasting impact.

It's just such a shame because I know it could have been wonderful. The art itself was fantastic - again, from what I could see of the few open venues - but the execution of the exhibitions was less than impressive, and brought my experience down significantly.

#exhibition review #art research #irish exhibition #eva limerick

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metkayinaa · 2 years

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rainyfox3 · 2 years

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I didn’t even see the movie... But when I stumbled upon this scene today I thought it would make a great addition to DCMK ^^ What do you think? (Ignore the tree XD I didn’t have any patience left...)

#dcmk #DCMK fanart #detective conan case closed #magic kaito #lala land #shinichi kudo #kudo shinichi #kuroba kaito #kaito kuroba #kaito kid #dance

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lostherlemons · 6 years

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don’t have the energy for any of the full illustrations that i want to do so i went a very self indulgent and therapeutic route instead and drew my shugo chara oc from when i was 12....... god she’s such an edgelord mary sue. i can’t believe i gave her 8 charas.

basically her backstory was that she’s taciturn bc of childhood trauma (being separated from her parents) and so her ocs represent different emotions. i’d say she’s an inside out ripoff but i made her 10 years ago so actually im suing pixar for stealing my shitty anime oc.

anyway uhhh here’s the rundown of her charas:

kiki > love, represents akiko’s desire to be a singer

lala > anger/frustration, represents akiko’s desire to be a musician (trombone)

kane > humor, represents akiko’s desire to be a chef

hikari > excitement/surprise, represents akiko’s desire to be a veterinarian (see: idiot seventh grader doesn’t know how to design a vet character so she makes a nurse with goddamn cat ears)

mia > joy, represents akiko’s desire to be a dancer

mimi > sadness, represents akiko’s desire to be a writer

momoko > anxiety/fear, represents akiko’s desire to be an artist

sana > the most important emotion: bitch. represents akiko’s desire to be an actress. obligatory “season two” character because lil ol’ me loves magical girl tropes

aaaaanyway if you can’t tell these are all based off of hobbies/interests i’ve had at some point. akiko was such an edgelord fantasy that she kinda evolved into her own character after a while (as opposed to the self insert that she started as) and then i made yet another self insert. for the same story. who’s gayer and a lot truer to who i am lol

tl;dr: i love overdoing my ocs and also there’s probably more to come

bonus grandma

#long post #IM SORRY LOL THIS WAS TERRIBLY SELF INDULGENT I JUST WANT TO DRAW MY SHITTY OCS #if you read all of this kudos to you. none of this matters but im having fun #sc koudou #akiko momomiya #kane (sck)#kiki (sck)#hikari (sck)#lala (sck)#mia (sck)#mimi (sck)#momoko (sck)#sana (sck)#mai momomiya #lhl art

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shippingsince01 · 6 years

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Killing Will might have been the 1st thing lala has done that I approve of.

#kudos to you bitch #lala #black lightning #jennifer pierce #jefferson pierce #latavious

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fluffywings13 · 2 years

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At The Last Second

Kudos goes to @korathefairy for this piece as all the kudos go to them for every Uncle Keigo piece!

Hawks.

Deku had said he was meeting his friends, Endeavor, and Hawks at the airport. Hawks. The winged man was going to be there. Hawks.

Rody can’t remember having moved that fast in a long time, stuffing random objects in a bag, dragging his baby brother and sister out of their trailer, rushing to get to the airport before the plane took off.

Which brings them to where they are now, running from airport security after having jumped and dashed through the check point. There was no telling if dad was coming back, mom definitely wasn’t, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to be there if the old man did turn up. And if he didn’t want to be there then he sure as hell didn’t want Roro and Lala to be there.

The brunette teen yelps when his legs just suddenly give out under him, a paralysis quirk, handy, Roro and Lala yelp with him as they’re tugged back at his sudden fall. “Go!” He pushes them forward as the footsteps of the approaching security officers get louder and louder. “Go! Uncle Kei! Remember! Big red wings! Roro you’re in charge! Find Uncle Kei!”

His baby brother looks hesitant but nods, tugging their sister up with him, disappearing into the crowd of persons.

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Hawks was minding his own, surfing through his twitter feed, half listening to the gaggle of teenagers around him and Endeavor attempt to draw his unwilling son into a pitiful conversation. He was in the process of commenting on a post when a body slams into his legs from behind, little fingers curl tightly in his feathers, and he nearly drops his phone.

“Uncle Kei!”

Uncle Kei? He wasn’t an Uncle—Wait—No—“Roro?” Turning quickly, hissing at the feathers that are torn from his wing as he spins around, staring down into young hazel eyes, a little girl and a little boy holding onto his legs for dear life. “Roro? Lala?”

“Uncle Kei!” Lala tugs on his jacket. “They took Rody! You have to save him!”

“On it chickling!” Uncle Kei was in charge now, not Takami Keigo, not Hawks, Uncle Kei was at the wheel. He’d explain later, to the inquisitive eyes and deep voice verbalizing all of their confusion. “Uncle Kei’s got it!” Sweeping the five and nine year old up into his arms, he strides forward, meeting the security officers midway at the entrance to the gate. Ten little fingers curl in the shoulders of his jacket, and he flares his wings slightly unconsciously when the two men reach out to take his precious little niece and nephew from him. The two fledglings whimper fearfully and heated little faces press into the sides of his neck. “There’s a third one. Looks like them. But older. Where is he?”

“Sir they entered illegally—”

“They’re my family.” Now it’s Hawks at the wheel. “It wouldn’t look good for the ones in charge to be known as the ones who kept Japan’s Number Two Hero away from his family, you don’t want that image over you, do you?” He takes pleasure in the way their faces pale and his little bundles of joy giggle at his threat. “That’s what I thought.”

And Uncle Kei takes back command when the two men promise to return with the oldest boy as they turn and disappear, as he turns his attention to the two nestlings on his arms. “You’re both so light, do you eat? Are you eating enough? Imma have to fatten you up a bit. Chicks shouldn’t be this light.” He turns back to the others as he stealthily manages to get a few of his feathers up the kiddies shirts and they shriek with giggles as they flutter over their bellies for a few moments. “So that way I can play with chubby chick tummies like Uncle Kei used to do before your mommy went away.”

“Missed you Uncle Kei!” Lala throws her arms around his neck as Roro curls his fingers in the feathers of his right wing, he nuzzles the little girl lightly, and pulls his right wing in closer for the little boy. “Missed you a lot!”

Uncle Kei keeps command of the mothership as the third Soul appears, the oldest of the brunettes, familiar little chick on his shoulder. Rody Soul doesn’t utter a word as he steps away from the two security guards who came to get him from that room, his eyes look between Lala and Roro as he steps into the hero, pressing his face into his chest. Keigo would curl his arms around him if he hadn’t had them full already with two other baby birds, so he settles on curling his wings around them and brushing his lips over his oldest nephew’s forehead. “Hey Chickadee.”

“Uncle Kei…..” Rody finally finds the strength to lift his arms, curling them around his Uncle’s neck with Lala’s, and just holds on, fingers curling around the collar of the man’s jacket. “Can we come back home with you?” Tired hazel eyes finally meet concerned gold when the teen pulls back slightly. “Please Uncle Kei?”

Keigo eyes him with concern, the bags under his eyes, the way he’s seemingly asleep dead on his feet but managing to continue standing, and nods as he nuzzles the teen hanging onto him. “Of course you can, chickadee, all three of my fledglings can come back home with me.”

“Rody?” Red wings uncurl from around them, and the four turn at the other teen’s call, concerned curious emerald eyes meet theirs. “You’re okay?”

“Yea Deku.” Rody smiles lazily as he leans into his Uncle’s chest. “I’m just fine.”

“You’re okay?” Keigo interjects himself immediately. “What’s he mean? Why wouldn’t you be okay? Did something happen?”

Rody makes a hand gesture when his Uncle’s eyes leave him and return to the hero student, Deku does not read the room, and spills. “He got stabbed.”

“You got what!” Lala and Roro yelp and shriek with giggles when they’re snatched up out of their Uncle’s arms by a dozen feathers or so as the man himself reaches out for the boy in front of him. “Where? How bad is it? Was it treated?” Rody fights his mother hen Uncle off as best as he can, batting at his hands, twisting and turning as he tries to dance out of his reach, until he inadvertently gives his injury away when fingers ghost over his side and he flinches. “Ha! Found it!” The teenager decides his struggle isn’t worth it as the man lifts the side of his shirt to examine the bandaged wound, humming and tsking under his breath as he pokes and prods at it gently. “It doesn’t seem so bad, more so that it’s been tended to appropriately but we’ll take a better look at it when we get home.”

“Uncle Kei…..” Rody just can’t handle having an adult fretting over him at the moment and flops forward, his Uncle is a true G, and is ready to catch him in his arms when he flops forward against him. “Stop being such a worrywart.”

The man chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of his nephew’s head. “I can’t help it, Robin, you of all people need someone to mother hen over you, just let it happen, because I’m going mother hen all three of you so hard, I know who’s been taking care of things in your mom’s disappearance and your dad’s extra curriculars.” He scratches at the back of the boy’s head. “Which also means you’re gonna catch some Z’s on the plane back.”

Keigo turns, resting his chin on his oldest Nephew’s head to watch his youngest Nephew and little Neice giggle as they hover beside them thanks to his feathers. “Isn’t that right, baby birds?”

Lala giggles and reaches out to catch one of his feathers. “Yep!”

“Hawks is your Uncle!” Rody hums into his Uncle’s chest at Deku’s exclamation, he’s at peace, he’s in a good place, fingers massaging the back of his neck gently are just the right thing he needs to start relieving the tension and pressure he’s been carrying since he was ten and dad took mom out for a day trip and she didn’t come back and dad started leaving for days on end. “That’s so cool! Why didn’t you say so!”

Keigo holds a finger up to his lips when his two baby chicks giggle at their older brother’s lack of response as he’s dozing off against their Uncle’s chest. “Sshhh he’s falling asleep.”

“Hawks.” The winged hero ignores the older man behind him as he carefully scoops his teenage Nephew up into his arms, humming under his breath to keep him dozing against his shoulder. Little Robin, still just as adorable now as he was when he was a baby Robin and Keigo turns to face the older hero. “Who are these children?” Bless his heart. Endeavor was trying. “Do you know them?”

Dumb question, let it go Kei, you’ve got a baby bird dozing off against your shoulder. “For sure, these are my Nephews, Roro and Rody, and my adorable little Neice Lala. My cousin’s kids.” He sends them all a stern glare. “Now sshhh, my little Robin’s falling asleep, he needs it, don’t wake him up.” That reminds him as he turns to the woman at the desk. “I need three extra tickets for Tokyo to Fukuoka.” The woman at the desk nods and starts typing on her computer, not asking any questions, and he turns to his baby birds, completely ignoring the other hero and herolings around him, his nephew sleeping (Rody will later deny this fact but Roro and Lala will disagree) in his arms and grins up at the little ones hovering in the air. “Remember our famous hide and seek games?” Lala and Roro giggle wildly and he smiles. “Oh yea, you remember.”

…

Keigo easily carries his sleeping nephew onto the plane and his feathers carry his youngest niece and nephew with him, heading for their seats, up front, their seating arrangements changed at the last minute to accommodate the extra persons coming with him (and the fact that Hawks refused to let them sit next to anyone else and especially complete strangers—especially Roro and Lala considering the obvious) and sends most of his feathers into the backpack hanging off his shoulder so he can sit, and rests his sleeping nephew across his lap.

Rody stirs, Pino cheeps softly in an attempt to get him back to sleep, Keigo coos at the little bird and hums, brushing his fingers through his Nephew’s long hair that was let down when he was undoubtedly manhandled into a room out of the public’s view. The teen settles back down after a few moments, his quirk companion quietens down.

…

“Okay you have thirty seconds to find a hiding spot, and if you get found,” all three Souls smile, the youngest two giggle, they were working on the oldest ones giggles, when he wiggles his fingers at them. “You face the tickle monster.”

Keigo turns, covering his eyes with his hands, and starts counting out loud. Listening to the youngest two giggle as they dart off, he knows the boy tries to hold them back, but he picks up on his oldest nephews muffled giggles as he darts away for his own hiding spot.

Thirty seconds later he’s off on the hunt.

He comes across Roro first, the nine year old hiding under the bed, his bed, and he makes a show of walking around the room before pausing at the foot of the bed just to let the anxiety build. The giggles grow as the anticipation builds, and just when they reach their peak, he snags him out from under his bed with his feathers.

“Found you Ro!” The nine year old squeals with laughter when he claws his fingers into his chubby tummy, little hands batting at his, which inadvertently lets his little top fall down and expose his chubby tummy. “That means I get a minute with this tummy!”

One minute later he’s letting the giggling boy down onto his feet, watching him giggle as he darts off to find another hiding spot, and shakes his head fondly as he turns to exit the nine year old’s room in search of his other two targets.

Keigo finds his adorable little Neice next, hiding in the closet with the linens, they make eye contact and she giggles adorably as he leans forward against the shelf she’s huddled up on. “Hey little cutie bird.”

Lala giggles into her little hand. “Hi Tickle Monster.”

Stealthily, he reaches out for one of those itty bitty bare feet, and scratches the sole with his talon, which makes her giggle harder. “You know what happens now?”

“Uh….” The five year old tilts her head cutely. “I get cuddles?”

Oh, and if this little cutie bird doesn’t have him wrapped around her adorable little finger, there goes the Tickle Monster right out the door and in his place arrives the just as infamous Cuddle Monster. “This little cutie bird gets cuddles?” He smiles softly when she nods. “Well get down here so the Cuddle Monster can deliver.” Lala giggles and uncurls, crawling across the shelf to drop down into his arms, and he coos at her, cradling her close. “The Cuddle Monster missed his little Cutie Bird.”

The little brunette five year old coos softly and kisses his cheek. “I missed you too Uncle Kei.”

“Aww La, don’t you know how to melt this old man’s heart.” Keigo nuzzles her affectionately. “You got me wrapped around that adorable little finger, you know that?”

She giggles adorably. “I know Uncle Kei.”

“Well good.” He peppers her face with kisses until she’d nice and giggly before setting her down on her feet. “You go on and find another hiding spot while I search for your big brother. He’s got a meeting with the Tickle Monster coming his way.”

Watching her go in search of another hiding spot, he finds himself with the task of finding his oldest nephew, no easy feat mind you, Rody’s good at not being found when he doesn’t want to be found.

He finds him though, he’s a predator, a hunter, and this hunter always finds his prey.

Curling his arms back behind him, Keigo watches his feathers drag his oldest Nephew out of the vent above his head, shrieking and cackling as he’s playfully assaulted by a number of feathers. Over his neck, under his shirt over his belly, flicking over his soles, between his toes.

If anyone needs a good laugh it’s his little Robin.

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Keigo’s joined first by his youngest nephew and niece, Roro and Lala creeping into his bedroom late into the night of a crisp Autumn Thursday, the two children sniffling about something he has no knowledge of, which only serves to make his mama hen senses tingle because he needs to know what has his beloved fledglings so distraught so he can make it better.

“U—Uncle K—Kei?” A little finger pokes his cheek. “Are—Are you s—sleeping?” Little Roro’s voice is so small and it breaks his heart. “U—Uncle Kei?”

“Yea?” Sitting up, he scoops the nestlings up onto his bed with his feathers, and they crawl up into his lap. Lala doesn’t speak, sniffling into her stuffed bunny, a gift he’d given her when he realized they left her real bunny back at their home in Otheon, she took to it like a fish takes to water. “What’s the matter fledglings, what can Uncle Kei do to make it better?”

Roro sniffles and leans into his shoulder. “We had a dream about mommy.”

That’s not a good introduction to the root cause of the problem. “What about mommy?”

“Daddy was so mad, Uncle Kei, he was mad at mommy because we had quirks and we weren’t right, and mommy was crying and—”

“He’s talking about the day mom left and didn’t come back.” He lifts his gaze from his little Neice and Nephew and meets the oldests stony eyes. “Dad said she left on her own. But we all know that’s not true. Dad did something, we’re sure of it, but we were too poor to do an investigation, and couldn’t prove anything. We weren’t even allowed to talk about her after that day.” Rody looks over to Pino on his shoulder, silent at the moment, no need to express an emotion he was portraying willingly. “She’s either dead and buried in a shallow grave or worse…”

Keigo stares at his oldest Nephew for a long moment before looking back to the two youngest in his lap. “Well, we’re gonna find out what happened to mommy, first thing in the morning, I’ll start us an investigation, we’ll find her.” Dead or alive.

Deep down, in his gut, his soul, he already knew what happened to her. It wasn’t because of any confirmation or knowledge with proven fact, but intuition. She was gone. Miko was gone and she wasn’t coming back. She loved her three kids, she loved them more then life itself, for her to leave them supposedly willingly with their so called father was a bunch of horse shit. She sent him enough photos of them that he’d been able to make himself four photo albums.

He knew her fate already but wouldn’t say anything to the younglings until it was confirmed.

So he nods to himself, and to the kids, lifting his eyes back to meet his Nephew Rody’s. “Come on squirt, we’ll all sleep here tonight, family cuddle pile.”

Keigo lies awake for a long time after that, Lala draped over his chest sleeping contentedly and peacefully, Roro sleeping curled around his left arm, holding on tight, Rody sleeping under his right arm, over his right wing. His mind drifting to his surely deceased Cousin and their near daily phone calls, trying to remember if there was any possible hidden warning to possible foul play in her near future in their conversations.

He finds out what happened to his Cousin Miko two weeks later, sees the photographic evidence, and decides then and there, staring down at the photos in horror at what his cousin had been reduced to, that he’s not going to show them to his adopted kids, Neice and Nephews. They’re too gruesome, and he doesn’t mean to be as harsh as he was when Rody argues with him about his right to see what they’d found, he doesn’t mean to snap and threaten him with a trip over his lap right then and there if he didn’t cool it, but there was no way in high heaven he was letting them see their mom in the way she was found.

Instead they make a shrine, which they know they only do in the event of a loved one’s passing and pay their respects. Roro and Lala don’t quite understand, well, Lala doesn’t, but she knows as they make the shrine that mommy’s not coming back ever. Rody falls silent and the arguing stops as he helps them build their memorial shrine for their mom who was confirmed to never be coming back for them and it wasn’t a decision made by her hand.

Keigo later holds his oldest Nephew as he breaks down with the knowledge that the last thing he said to his mom was ‘see you later mom’ and if he had known he wouldn’t, he would have said so much more. Pino cheeping and crying and tweeting on his shoulder in her own distress, he coos and chirps at the little birdie as he curls around his oldest nephew, hiding him from the world in his moment of…..not weakness, no…..in his moment of expressed grief.

…

“Hey Uncle Kei?” With Lala and Roro off at school and the teenager opting into online schooling because he was a homebody and didn’t want to change out of his pajama pants for him to go to class (and if Keigo, a great A+ Uncle, didn’t feel that in his soul), Rody lays himself down over his Uncle’s lap despite the fact he was clearly doing something on his phone, and lays there for a long moment. “Uncle Keeiiiii?”

Keigo chuckles softly. “Yes Rodes?”

“I’m bored.”

“Well.” The hero pokes at his nephew’s belly. “This tummy is in prime position for me to provide some entertainment.”

Rody realizes the conundrum he’s wormed his way into. “Wait wait wait!”

“No no, I’ll provide some entertainment for my dearest beloved Nephew.” Keigo pulls the boy’s hands away. “If you don’t move while I’m playing with this tummy all ready for me to play with I’ll let you go on a training mission with Deku and his friends.”

The brunette entertains the offer. “And if I don’t?”

The winged man hums. “I adjust our position and blow raspberries into this tummy for two minutes consecutively.”

Rody contemplates this and nods, forcing his arms to rest at his sides firmly, and nods with an expression of grim concentration. “Deal.”

“Great!” Keigo tugs his nephews shirt up in preparation. “You’re not gonna last a second.”

“I got this.”

He cracks his fingers teasingly. “You think so?”

His teenage nephew nods firmly. “Positive.”

“You’re forgetting something little Robin.” Keigo flexes his fingers. “I’ve known you all your life.” And positions his fingers above the spot he knows will break the boy. “I know exactly where to go to win.”

“I’m gonna win.”

“Really?” The hero claws his fingers over the center of his nephew’s belly, Rody admittedly, yes, he will admit to it (his Uncle wiggles his fingers at him threateningly when he says he won’t—he’s not ashamed to say he’s incredibly ticklish and his Uncle is an incredible tickle monster—all is well), squeals brightly as he arches his back into the fingers clawing in just right, wiggling just the right speed, clawing in just the right depth, vibrating in just the right location. His hands come flying up, fingers curling around his Uncle’s wrists, cackling brightly as he tries to turn up onto his side in an attempt to get away from those fingers (or at least get them away from that spot). “I thought you said you were going to win, Rodes.”

“Uhuhuhuhuuncle Kehehehehehheei! Nohohohoho! Nohohohot thehehehehehehehere!” (Uncle Kei! No! Not there!)

“Not the tummy?” Keigo tugs the boy back into his lap, the teen’s back pressing against his stomach, still clawing in over the center of his Nephew’s tummy. “Not right here? Is this a bad spot? You lost by the way so this tummy’s in for two minutes of raspberries at some point.” He keeps one hand there and lifts the other to wiggle his index finger in the dip of his oldest Nephew’s side. “How about here instead, is this better?”

Pino tweets and hops as her companion squeals again and squirms, kicking his legs wildly, regretting accepting his Uncle’s challenge, because the man is right, he has known him all his life, he does know just the right buttons to push. “Nohhohohohoho! Nohohohot theheheheheheheere eieieiehehehehehehether!! Uhuhuhuhuuhuhuncle Kehehehehehehehei pleehehehhehehehease!”

“But I thought you were bored? As the best Uncle, I can’t let me beloved little Rody be bored, that wouldn’t be something a good Uncle would do.” He curls his arm around the boy’s waist to keep him in place and spiders his fingers up and down the remainder of his exposed side. “And I’m nothing if not a great Uncle. Ask Roro, he got me a mug that says ‘Worlds Best Uncle’ and I cherish it.” He walks his fingers up his wiggling and kicking Nephew’s side and under his shirt, for that middle rib, that one in particular, that one is the best, and makes the teen squeal again. “Did you think I forgot about this rib, this one right here, I have a great memory Rodes, I know about this rib, remember when you were just a little baby bird and Uncle Kei would hold you up and nibble on this little rib right here.”

“Ihihihihi’m nohohohohot ahahahahahahananymohohohore! Ihihihihihi’m nohohohohot!” (I’m not anymore! I’m not!) Rody bats at his Uncle’s hands, torn between trying to tug the hand out from under the side of his shirt or trying to pry the arm from around his waist, but eventually gives in to his fate. “Nohohhoho mohohohore! Nohohohohohore mohohohohohore! Uhuhuhuuncle Kehehehehheeiii!” (No more! No more! Uncle Kei!”

Chuckling, the hero pinches his Nephew’s rib once, and lets him go. Rody flops over onto his belly, face pressed into the pillow on his Uncle’s other side, panting lightly as he giggles softly at the residual tingles from such a brutal tickle attack. A large warm hand rubs his back. “You can still go with Deku.”

“Thahanks Uncle Kei.”

…

Lala and Roro dart off for their room when the four of them enter the apartment, their Uncle’s ire was enough to send them to safety, even if his ire was directed at their older brother and not them, they wanted to make themselves scarce.

Rody shoves his hands in his pockets and slouches, meeting his Uncle’s harsh glare with a gaze of indifference, Pino was a traitor though, portraying his nervousness for the adult in his life to see in her own way. “So, I guess I’ll just go—”

“Be quiet, Rody.” He blinks in surprise at the man’s snap, his harsh snap, and straightens out of his position of nonchalance as the man steps forward. Keigo stands directly in front of his oldest nephew, anger palpable, rolling off his shoulders, each individual feather, in waves. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t get my belt and wallop you good.”

That threat, the teen perceives it as a threat, makes him blink and rear back in shock. He’s never seen his Uncle Kei this angry in all that he’s known him, granted when he’s see the man he was only visiting, he’d never actually lived with him before now, but still. His shock quickly morphs into submission, perhaps a bit of fear, if his Uncle’s rapidly changing expression is to go by, as he curls into himself and Pino falls silent on his shoulder.

It’s the quirk manifestation of his Nephew’s emotions falling completely still and silent that startles him the most. “Rody?” Keigo reaches out in concern and immediately pulls back when the boy, rather noticeably, flinches back from him. “Robin?” Hopefully the nickname, the one given out of love, will bring the boy back to him and they can muster through this new apparent grim discovery, Keigo is ashamed of himself that he knows so little about the life his nephews and niece lived after contact with his Cousin stopped and he received a Restraining Order from his…Cousin in-law….And its something he intends to rectify immediately. “Robin talk to me. Was it something I said? It had to be, that’s a stupid question, of course it was something I said. Robin talk to me. Let me help.” When he reaches out this time, the boy doesn’t flinch away, Pino, bless her, tweets at him encouragingly, at him, not Rody, at him. “Robin?”

Rody rubs at the back of his head slightly, curling in on himself. “Well, dad would—” That’s it, that’s all he needs to hear in order to know where this is going, that’s all he needs. “He would—”

“Shh, I understand.” Carefully, his hand travels up around the back of his nephew’s neck, and pulls him forward, into his arms, his chest, and he holds him close. “I will never do that to you, Rody. To you or the baby birds. Never. I won’t even say it, never again, I’m so sorry little one, I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay, Uncle Kei.” It wasn’t okay but they both mutually agreed to pretend it was for their own sakes. “It’s in the past. I know….I know you would never….” Rody turns his head to press his ear against his Uncle’s chest, listening to his heart beat, a comforting thumping rhythm. “I don’t know why—”

“Because you’re conditioned to, that’s why.” Keigo whispers gently. “I’ll never say it, never again, I swear on my honor, on my name, never again.” He scratches soothingly at the back of his oldest nephew’s head. “You’re grounded. Two weeks. Only one hour of Electronic time and an early bed time. Two weeks.”

The brunette smiles into his Uncle’s chest, as he turns back to press his face into it, and nods. “Got it Uncle Kei.”

“Good.” Keigo smiles above his nephew’s head, bowing his head slightly, leaning in towards the side of the youth’s neck. “Just think of it as more quality time with your dear old Uncle, aye, you and me.” The teen shakes from repressed giggles as his breath blows against the skin of the side of his neck, trying to scrunch up for protection, only to find the man is too close for it to do much of anything in regards for protection. “More quality time with the big bad tickle monster.” Rody shrieks, a new sound, not new to the man’s ears, but to anyone and everyone else including his younger brother and sister, shrieks with laughter when his Uncle buries his face in the side of his neck and starts off with pressing in rapid fire kisses before turning to nibbling and small raspberries. He shoves at the mans chest, tries to lean away, but the arms curled around him tighten around him, the hand curled around the back of his head keeps him from getting all that far away. At least two minutes passes and he feels himself growing weak at the knees at the relentless tickle torture to the side of his neck, when his Uncle chuckles against his neck, which makes him squeal (oh god! He squealed with Roro and Lala home!) and the hero scoops him up off his feet. “A round with the evil tickle monster is gonna start off this two week grounding.”

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causeiwanttoandican · 3 years

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'What you have done sir is quite frankly despicable': An open letter to Prince Harry

Sir, I am an ordinary citizen of the United Kingdom, a loyal and patriotic subject of Her Majesty the Queen of England.

By Christopher Smithers PUBLISHED: 17:00, Mon, Jul 26, 2021 | UPDATED: 18:11, Mon, Jul 26, 2021

Prince Harry popularity polls 'plummeting' says commentator

In the circumstances, it is entirely appropriate, with the utmost respect to you, that your attention is not only once again drawn to the unwelcome recent sequence of events largely precipitated by you and your wife, but also to the ensuing fallout that this has caused. Both you and your wife have opted to very publicly level wholly unsubstantiated accusations of racism, indifference and emotional trauma at thus far unnamed members of the Royal Family, your family, Sir.

Why you both feel the need to engage the media that you profess to loathe in this vendetta I cannot understand, nor can many millions of our fellow countrymen.

The British public at large were absolutely thrilled that you had found someone with whom you clearly share such a unique bond. Your future wife was welcomed with open arms, and on the day of your wedding you had people thronged together lining the streets of Windsor to show their joy at your happiness on your special day.

The weather was similarly glorious to add to the genuine mood of celebration for you and your wife.

In the ensuing years since that wonderful day at St Georges Chapel your popularity in this country has plummeted with the onset of widespread anger and disgust, increasing in intensity each time you decide to air your dirty laundry in public.

This is sadly an inescapable fact and one in which I personally take absolutely no pleasure in pointing out, along with many millions of people in both

this country and the United States.

You were born into a unique and enigmatic family, who have provided a haven and rallying point for the people of this country for centuries.

Your family is an incredibly significant ingredient in the glue that binds us all together, and for you to unilaterally attack and defame their integrity is quite frankly despicable.

Many millions of people have suffered emotional trauma in some or other way throughout the world, so this is not unique to you. This does not of course make the loss of your mother in any way insignificant or indeed less tragic. The pain and sense of loss that both you and your brother, the Duke of Cambridge, have endured remains raw, and was also deeply felt by millions of others the length and breadth of this country. This was proven beyond any doubt with only a glance at the crowds in London on that day of the memorial for your mother at the Abbey.

In your statement preceding your departure from frontline Royal duties you solemnly pledged to always uphold the values of the monarchy. Well, Sir, you have a mighty strange way of showing it!

How does your professed loyalty to the Crown square with your present outbursts of spite and anger?

Does your Grandmother deserve any of this? Does the memory of your late Grandfather warrant being dragged through the mud simply as a selfish act of misguided catharsis on your part?

I certainly do not believe so, and many millions of people agree with me.

You oftentimes make no secret of your disdain and loathing of the press, who you accuse of a constant imposition into your “private” life.

Yes, the press is a part of the everyday existence of public figures, and you are certainly no exception to this, but it goes with the turf.

The added dimension in your case, however, is that the only acceptable press coverage when it comes to you and your wife is only that which fits the narrative put out by your spin doctors in LaLa land.

The sad truth of the matter is that you are enraged you couldn’t have it both ways.

You couldn’t enjoy the kudos that you seem to believe is your right along with cashing in on your status as both you and your wife would have wished.

As I am sure your Grandmother, your Father and your Brother made clear to you at what has been dubbed the “Sandringham Summit” you cannot have your cake and eat it.

You are either in or you are out, the best of both worlds is just not an option.

Both you and your wife have the unfortunate habit of trying to portray yourselves as victims, when in fact nothing could be further from the truth.

Your public outbursts seeking sympathy on the back of launching entirely misguided attacks on your family looks very much like a cynical publicity stunt based it seems on a litany of inaccuracies.

Your flirtation with wokery is likewise an entirely self-serving exercise in the promotion of “Brand Sussex”, loaded with gross hypocrisy in preaching to the world at large.

Your PR team and other strategic media embedded mouthpieces display breath-taking ignorance of our heritage and culture, a fact that you ought to know full well.

You have given up everything you have known up to this point in seeking a new life in the United States, although you were very definitely badly advised in making recent comments about the US Constitution first amendment, about which you clearly know nothing, and which was in fact an insult to your hosts.

You’re a guest in that country and you have no right to make remarks like that especially in view of your family background which maintains a totally apolitical viewpoint.

I could elaborate further on the grossly ill-advised course you have opted to pursue, but until such time as a good hard dose of reality sets in then there seems little point.

As disgusted as I am that I witness a Prince of the Realm from my country disparaging his family in such a disgraceful way, I nonetheless hope and pray that you find genuine peace and happiness one day.

I sincerely hope that you can overcome the demons of your emotional trauma and anger in finding a comfortable balance in your life.

Perhaps you should open your eyes wider, open your mind too and look a little deeper. You might be surprised at what you discover. But just stop with the nonsense of attacking your family.

One last point you might be well advised to take on board, Sir. You and your wife would be nothing and nobody were it not for the fact that you are the grandson of the Queen of England, the son, brother and uncle of future Kings of England.

Self-destruction doesn’t become you, so drop the hard done by rubbish and get a grip. You might just find it eventually pays off in positive ways that you least expected.

You have regrettably allowed yourself to blur the lines between celebrity and royalty, for which there is no excuse for you or even your wife for that matter.

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jerseydeanne · 3 years

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'What you have done sir is quite frankly despicable': An open letter to Prince Harry

Why you both feel the need to engage the media that you profess to loathe in this vendetta I cannot understand, nor can many millions of our fellow countrymen.

The weather was similarly glorious to add to the genuine mood of celebration for you and your wife.

This is sadly an inescapable fact and one in which I personally take absolutely no pleasure in pointing out, along with many millions of people in both this country and the United States.