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heavenlyhoundoom · 1 year

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Willy's Wonderland x Beastars au side story. (Willow's my head cannon name for Chris's mom.)

(After losing her phone and barely talking to Chris because of her pursuit of arresting Penelope, Chris starts to worry that Liv is either distancing herself in fear that she might eat him, cheating on him, or dead. Chris has lunch with his mother and his friend Parker during this over thinking stage and he introduces them to his girlfriend at the worst time for Chris.)

Parker: I brought you guys here to tell you that I have a girlfriend.

Willow: Really, who is she, do you know her, Chris?

Chris: No I don't...

(Julia enters the scene)

Julia: Wazzup, the name's Julia.

Parker: This gal. We're the same age, she's a green anaconda and my girlfriend.

(Snakes have lizard limbs in this universe.)

(Chris gives an "are you fucking kidding me?" face.)

Willow: A reptilian predator!?

Parker: I knew you two would react that way, your reactions are perfectly normal and actually refreshing compared to all the people who showed unnecessary disgust and anger towards us and them saying how we're gonna go to Hell for "going against nature".

Julia: I think predator/prey couples are becoming more common nowadays.

Parker: We just happen to be more advanced than most.

(Chris gets more and more pissed off at how they're making predator/prey couples and relationships look so easy when he knows it's extremely hard.)

Chris in thought: (They're making it look easy, i'm especially mad at Parker, he doesn't how many hoops a predator and a prey animal have to jump through just to have a normal relationship with each other, he doesn't know that Liv almost ate me the first time we met because of her predatory instincts, he doesn't know that my body tried to climb in her mouth because of my prey instincts, he doesn't even want to be with Julia for anything other than clout!)

Chris: I give your fake relationship two weeks top.

Parker: Fake!?

Chris: Oh don't play dumb, we all know that you're only dating Julia to look good and get more followers on Zoobook.(this universe's Facebook)

Parker: You know, you got some nerve to assume such a thing!

(Parker storms off and Julia runs after him.)

Julia: Parker, wait!

(The two end up in the park.)

Julia: Parker, please don't run away like that, especially not just because your friend said a few mean things.

Parker: Why weren't you angry!? You could've hissed at least once back there, he embarrassed me!

Julia: Well it's not uncommon for someone to think that. Besides, you're only mad because he's right.

Parker: Huh!?

Julia: You and I are only dating because we want to look good, we're just fooling around and that's why we don't really argue.

Parker: Julia, you're just a common snake, are you cowering because you don't see me as a capybara, as a male. If you're not cowering then kiss me, right here and now.

Julia: Okay, I'll try not to bite you.

(The two start kissing, Julia loses control for a bit and licks Parker.)

Parker: Oh, you're getting saucy...

(He takes off his red hoodie, revealing his capybara torso that was only being covered by a plain white tank top. They two full on make-out, that is until...)

Giraffe lady: Somebody call for help!

Spider guy: What's going on over there?

Hyena guy: Is it some crazy shit?

Giraffe lady: There's been a predatory attack at the park!

(Chris overheard this, he went to the park and saw that Julia bit and scratched Parker's head, nearly killing him.)

Spider guy: Oh my God, that's brutal!

Duck lady: Eek!

Sloth guy: Don't look, son!

(He covers his son's eyes with his hands.)

Evan(goat): Stand back, fellow prey animals, are there any other monsters nearby!?

(Monster is considered a racial slur towards predators.)

Julia: I was losing myself...

(It pans to Parker laying on the ground, it was talking a lot of his strength to stay conscious.)

Julia: He told me to kiss him and so I did, I never thought about eating him!

(Chris is witnessing the whole thing, he visualizes Liv in Julia's position and himself in Parker's position.)

Chris's instincts: (You still think your relationship with Liv won't result in your death, well even fate itself doesn't think so!)

Chris in thought: Shut up, instincts! Just because their "relationship" potentially ended with the predator killing the prey animal doesn't mean my relationship with Liv will end like that!

Chris's instincts: Don't you understand!? I'm only trying to save you from being brutally killed and eaten!

(Chris is pulled back to reality by his mother calling out to him.)

Willow: Chris, what happened, are you okay!?

Chris: I'm fine, but Parker isn't...

(The two see Julia freaking out from attacking and potentially killing Parker.)

Julia: Please, help him, make sure he survives!

Eloise(rat): Shut up and get in the car, you monster!

(Julia is forced into the police car and is most likely gonna end up in prison for life.)

#willy's wonderland #liv hawthorne #Chris Muley #beastars #original characters #alternate universe #side story

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heartthrummed-a · 3 years

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Character Details Shinkai Kanata is an uncommon name, likely a very unique one as well. And yet, one only needs to listen, to pay a bit of attention, to hear it anywhere in Teyvat. One can especially hear this name carried in whispers in Inazuma, and following this sweet siren’s call is that of a pretty little thing, gentle and ethereal as they offer a smile from their aquatic throne. “What is your wish? Speak anything your heart truly desires, and I will see that it is done.”

This is the regular mantra Kanata repeats several dozen, or perhaps hundreds, of times a day. It is their job as the God of Wishes, after all. Rather, a reincarnation of said god. They cannot remember any details of their past life, but they are told by their loyal followers that they were killed in the Archon War.

Fortunately, Celestia seems to have deemed it fit to reincarnate them in the present day, and their followers, who searched for them even after their passing thousands of years ago, are all too overjoyed by this.

But if that’s the case, why has it felt so wrong ever since the incident with the Mikejima girl…?

Story 1 The Shinkai Cult has always had strong ties to the various organizations across Teyvat, underground or otherwise. This is a simple, sensible practice to ensure their protection, especially in recent years as the electro archon presiding over their nation and the normal citizens within began to grow displeased with their increasing influences. So they established members in the Bakufu, the Fatui-- anywhere that they could possibly get their hands on some power. The Mikejima family was an especially treasured connection for this reason. The mother had ties to the Fatui, and the father to the Bakufu. Even better, they had a son so similar in age to the god they revered. So while their ties protected the cult, their son could protect the God of Wishes, provided they were able to come in contact and form a friendship.

Kanata, for their part, was simply happy to finally have a friend. Mikejima Madara was all they ever wanted, a good and loyal friend who did not put them on a pedestal or keep them at a distance. Granted, they knew such things were to be expected as a god, but they never could help the fact that all they longed for was a genuine friend despite being a god. To them, Madara was a blessing, a godsend-- or had they simply granted their own wish? They weren’t sure for the longest time.

Doubt only began to settle in, though, when they could not cure Madara’s ailing little sister despite their greatest efforts. Why could they not grant this one wish, one so much more important and dear to them than any other?

Story 2 Despite Madara planting the first seed of doubt in Kanata, they still held fast to the belief that they were a god for many years. Even when Madara upped and left them behind (taking away the sole friendship they had, taking their heart and soul with him), Kanata saw no issue with the way life was. To them, it was a simple fact that they were a god, indisputable and proven in the way that wishes truly did come true once confessed to Kanata. But that was only ever because of the forces that the Shinkai cult employed. In the dead of night, when none were around to witness, the cult sent a number of its members to attend to the task. Teach someone a lesson through pain? Fix a neglected fountain overnight? Anything and everything could be done with enough numbers and endless work until the desired result was achieved. This is how the cult has operated since Kanata was “discovered” to be the reincarnated God of Wishes.

All of it, everything that Kanata ever knew, was nothing but lies fed to them, practically shoved down their throat. That included the terrible idea that Madara had abandoned them after all, that he was a rogue trying to undermine and dismantle the cult to watch Kanata fall. And who were they to argue? This was their family, after all. And with so many people corroborating the story… how could they ever believe that Madara was only doing this for their own good?

The answer: they didn’t. Not until it was too late.

Maybe one day, if they ever get to return home, Kanata will finally be able to apologize to Madara for all they have cost him.

Story 3 Kanata fought hard against the collapse of the cult (though they never knew it to be one). They clung so desperately to the only life they ever knew, fearful of what would await when they acknowledged the truth. They wanted to hate Mikejima Madara and Morisawa Chiaki for all they did in shattering that illusion around them, but in truth, they never could. Their combined efforts, after all, were only ever in Kanata’s best interests.

But to be human was terrifying, and Kanata also feared they wouldn’t have Chiaki and Madara to guide them after it was all said and done. And to their credit, they weren’t entirely wrong. The Shinkai Cult fell to pieces, but fragments remained, some still attached to powerful organizations. Fearful of the Bakufu (and the electro archon who was as displeased with Kanata as ever, even after they came to acknowledge their humanity instead of claiming to be divine), Kanata fled Inazuma to escape their clutches. But they feared the remaining Fatui connections too, and that any might recognize them and either kill them or bring them back to Inazuma to either be forced back into false godhood or to be dealt with once and for all by Baal. So, with no place guaranteed safe thanks to the Fatui’s reach across all of Teyvat, Kanata began to live life on the run.

Once a god, now reduced to a mere vagabond. It’s a sad, pathetic story, and if they had the heart, Kanata would laugh.

They don’t, though, so they press on and remind themselves never to sleep in the same place twice.

Story 4 Kanata remembers the night Madara left them. They remember clinging to the back of his shirt, fear in their eyes for the first time as they asked where he was going, when he was coming back, if they could go with him. They remember how he only promised to return as he always did, and they remember how much they hated him when he did not.

Now Kanata wonders if he hates them just the same. They wonder, too, if this is how he felt all those years ago, wanting to be in one specific place (with one specific person) but not being allowed to do so. It’s terrible, heart-wrenching, and Kanata thinks it must be some cruel joke on Celestia’s part. To bless them with such a wonderful friend, to add another into the mix years later, and then tear them all apart from each other… It’s a cruelty only the gods could achieve.

They would know, wouldn’t they? They were a god for a time, after all. Maybe not by technicality, but that changes nothing. In fact, it only serves to make one thing absolutely certain:

Shinkai Kanata hates the gods and all that they stand for.

Story 5 There are rumors in Teyvat of a wandering swordsman. A samurai, really. They say he wields a great torrent and brings a storm with him wherever he goes, a violent tempest that rips apart any unfortunate enough to get too close.

Kanata is quick to point out that these are just exaggerations. They may possess the power of hydro, but they are no god. No tempest follows them, nor are there any great storms that rip apart any who get close. To achieve such power, one would need to be a god, right? And Kanata is no god.

They are, however, a friendly traveler. They will slay monsters and beasts in their travels, or clear out bandit camps and other such dangers. Especially if it is requested of them by any fortunate enough to encounter them in the wilds of Teyvat. They will not accept anything in return, though. Only gods get tributes. Kanata is no god.

Kanata is just a lonely, homesick little human. Their only wish now is to return to Inazuma, to tear Baal down alongside the others in the rebellion, and finally have a chance to rebuild their life. Alas, they are unable to do anything of the sort. So for once, Kanata is the one left to pray. There is no god to grant their wishes, though. There never was one. What god would ever look down upon the humans from their lofty home and Celestia and want to help? It’s a silly notion, a bitter one, and it always fills Kanata with that much more hate.

Isn’t there something they can do to tear even Celestia down from its high throne?

Shinkai Cult The Shinkai Cult was founded shortly after the God of Wishes died a few thousand years ago in the Archon War. For unknown reasons, they were all convinced that their god would reincarnate someday, even when her gnosis was stolen and her life extinguished in a storm that ripped her apart so violently, as cruel as the first electro archon. And so they searched far and wide for thousands of years, over endless generations, until young Kanata was discovered. The cultists learned that they were a distant relative of a priest who worshiped the God of Wishes closely prior to her demise, and was even suspected to have been her lover. Convinced that this child, with hair like the sea the God of Wishes originated from and eyes to match her own, was the reincarnation they were looking for, the cult approached the family to invite them to join their ranks as their ancestor once had, worshipping their child as a reincarnated god.

They would not take no for an answer, though, so when they were refused, young Kanata’s family was swiftly eliminated. The child was taken in by the cult, thereby named “Shinkai” Kanata.

To this day, Kanata does not know of this story. Should there come a day where they do discover this, however…

Kanata would hunt every last member of that cult down and silence them for good.

Vision The hydro archon is the God of Justice, but Kanata does not understand why such a god would ever bestow a vision upon them. Did she simply feel like adding a little something to sell their “sea god” act? Could archons be so willy-nilly? Or is there something behind the so-called gift? Gods are so difficult to understand. If they had their way, Kanata would never have anything to do with them ever again, not even through means of a vision.

They’re aware, though, that they shouldn’t loathe or scorn this gift. After all, many across Teyvat even pray to receive such a divine gift and the power that comes with it. Not to mention, they hail from Inazuma, where many have had their Visions stolen from them (sometimes even violently so) by a tyrant afraid to be challenged (or so they think, anyway). To scorn their vision would be an insult to all those unfortunate souls deprived of what they want or once had… But Kanata can’t help the way that they feel, either.

Nevertheless, they try to keep an open mind about it. It has its practical uses, after all. The powers granted to them through this vision have saved their life (and even those of others) more times than they can count, after all. So for that, they will never truly be ungrateful.

Make no mistake, though. Kanata is not one for justice or any of its ideals. Even if the wandering swordsman of blue is described as a hero, similar to the Darknight Hero of Mondstadt or Aoi of Inazuma, even if they, too, wish to be a hero… They know they carry far too much resentment deep down to ever truly be able to live up to it.

That certainly doesn’t mean they can’t act the part, however.

#❧ ｢ general ｣ ⸻ ooc #❧ ｢ kanata shinkai ｣ ⸻ v02 ( genpact )#IT'S DONE #IT IS SHIT BUT IT IS DONE #HAVE AT IT IDC ANYMORE KSDFVDKJSGDJDFH

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scaryscarecrows · 5 years

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Roots and Leaves, Pt. 3

You can believe or disbelieve Sheila's story-my lips are sealed.

This isn’t his fault. Really it isn’t.

He really was just minding his own business, picking up a few things for dinner, but this is Gotham, and every outing carries the risk of armed robbery. It’d be fuckin’ laughable if it weren’t, you know, annoying.

And potentially dangerous-this guy’s clearly a rookie at the whole ‘robbery’ gig. He’s waving the gun around and Jason can just see that finger twitching. Idiot…unless you’re really, really ready to kill someone, finger off the trigger, don’t crooks take any sorta common sense classes anymore, jeeze…

So. Really, as a qualified individual (anyone asks, he’s got prior military experience haha), Jason has to intervene. It’s an eighty-twenty shot that the guy’ll hit somebody rather than himself, and that’s just…no. Just no.

Fucker. He just wants to go home and make a goddamn stir-fry and then maybe have a root beer float and then go out and see about throwing the fear of a horrible death into that pimp whose girls walk Lindt Avenue and have barely-covered bruises. That’s literally all he wants to do today. Is that so much to ask? IS IT?

He sighs, sets his bell peppers (and they’d better still be here when he’s done, they are nice bell peppers, dammit) down, and thinks he should just get into the habit of wearing his body armor every time he leaves his apartment. Fuckin’ Gotham bullshit…every goddamn time…just once, just once, is all he asks…this never happens in Metropolis…

“Hey, you!”

Day-Ruiner turns around in time to take a fist to the face. He drops like a stone, gun falling neatly into Jason’s hand. There. Disaster averted, can he get his groceries and go home now?

No. No, he can’t, because there’s witnesses (and yeah, okay, that little boy staring at him like he’s Iron Man or something is really cute), and they’re all swarming around him. God dammit. See, this is why playing the hero is a stupid idea, he never learns…

“Holy shit, dude-”

“Sir, if you’d just-”

“Wow-”

“Did you see-”

stopStopSTOPSTOPSTOP-

“Really, I just-”

Someone grabs his arm and a woman says, “I’m a doctor, let me see your hand.”

He’s about to protest-he knows how to throw a punch, for fuck’s sake-but.

But.

Doctor-lady is blonde and blue-eyed and. And.

And he doesn’t know what to say, or do. Nothing? Nothing’s a good option. Nothing’s the best option. It’s just.

Up close, he can see it, maybe. Same jawline. Or maybe he’s grasping at straws, he just doesn’t know-

He’s led out of the throng-and oh, joy, somebody’s calling the cops and somebody else is recording this for ‘the gram’, whatever that is-and into the frozen aisle. An ice cream display with a smiling penguin on it stands out and he wonders how long it’ll take ol’ Ozzie to pitch a fit.

Or who the hell knows, maybe he’ll be flattered.

“Look, um, Miss-”

“Jason.”

What.

He shuts up, unable to even protest or deny or-or anything, and she reaches up, brushes roughened fingertips across the brand on his cheek.

“Look at you,” she whispers, “look at you.”

He should…something. ‘Do I know you?’ or maybe ‘what the hell are you doing?’, but he’s just. She’s. People don’t.

How the hell does she know who he is? He only hides the…hides it when he goes out because people stare, not because he’s worried about running into someone.

Sheila Haywood drops her hand and smiles. Jason is reminded uncomfortably of Leslie Thompkins trying to convince him, when Bruce first took him in, that she wasn’t going to hurt him. It’s a bright, reassuring smile, and never mind that he doesn’t…like…people smiling at him so much anymore, he doesn’t trust it. Every time he’s gotten that kind of smile, it’s been followed by a painful-ass shot at best (that sucker didn’t make up for shit, Doc, that hurt) or…worse.

Makes it easier to lie, though.

“Do I know you?”

“Oh!” The smile reals up a bit, turns awkward like her driver’s license photo. “I thought…hem, hem.” She straightens up, magically professional, and takes his (perfectly unharmed, thank you) hand. “This is awkward, I’m sorry…oh, you’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, I know how to throw a punch.” His mouth is dry and he doesn’t think that came out as testy as he wanted it to. “Who are you, exactly?”

He doesn’t want confirmation, he doesn’t know what he’s doing, he needs to just shut up-

“Jason Todd?” He nods before he can stop himself. Even now, with his name so alien to his ears, he responds to it. “I. Your father was Willis Todd, right?”

Another nod. Sheila drops his hand but doesn’t stop looking at him.

“Hem, hem…this. This might be…I don’t want to have this conversation in an ice cream aisle. Can we talk somewhere else?”

He should say no. The answer is no, Bruce’s stupid files mean fuck-all and she gave the Joker who fucking knows what and…and…

And she recognized him.

And she asked.

“Okay.”

* * *

‘Somewhere else’ turns out to be some Ethiopian restaurant a few blocks away. Jason recognizes exactly nothing on the menu, but he’s game for anything once. He’s eaten rat before, for chrissakes. Joker…didn’t. He didn’t come back, for a while. Almost a week. And no one else had known to come, then, or they just hadn’t bothered. And it had run by, and, well…

Well. He doesn’t remember what it tasted like. He’s grateful.

Whatever this is-some sort of stew, with a crap-ton of vegetables in it-is spicy as all hell and he makes a note to test it against the Death Broth from his preferred soup cart across town. He likes it, though, even if it does make his lips hurt. (In its defense, it can’t help that he has the bad habit of chewing on them when he’s upset.)

Sheila apparently does the same thing-seems like every time he looks at her she’s either got them between her teeth or is desperately trying to keep them out. Her lipstick’s long gone after about twenty minutes.

If he’s going to be honest, he’s not sure which is more unnerving-the fact that he’s out in broad daylight, without the security of his hood and his sunglasses and a book-shield, or the fact that he’s out with what Bruce’s files claim is his mother.

Both. He’s gonna go with them both being equally stressful and not think about it further.

They haven’t spoken since they sat down. He doesn’t know what to say. How much does she know, what’s going on?

“I thought you were dead.”

Well, that wasn’t what he was expecting. Though to be fair, a lot of people were under that impression. Supposedly.

“Mm-mm.” Maybe not the most eloquent of responses, but it’s not like Emily Post has a chapter about ‘what to say to people who thought you were murdered by an insane clown’. “Not exactly.”

“I’m so sorry, Jason.”

For what? It’s not like she kidnapped him and gave him to Joker. Jeeze.

“It wasn’t your fault-”

She laughs, sort of, and it’s shaky and broken and a little unsettling.

“I don’t think we’re on the same page, I’m sorry.”

What’s going on.

“Um, Miss-Miss? Miss, okay-Haywood, I don’t…”

“Willis Todd and I dated for about two years,” she says, and okay, maybe she doesn’t know very much but she recognized him so she knows something and he doesn’t understand- “Then we broke up and he started seeing Catherine Johnson.”

What do normal people say to this, people that haven’t seen Batman’s stalker files?

“Okay?”

“You have to understand, I was a poor college girl, and by the time I realized…” She laughs again, awkward and shaky and broken. “You were a dream pregnancy, kid.”

Well. Add that to the bucket of ‘didn’t know, don’t care, thanks’.

“That’s good?”

She nods.

“By the time I realized, it was…I didn’t know what to do, I ended up in some crap clinic, arguing with your father.” He figures now’s not the time to state that Willis was no father. He was just sorta…well. It doesn’t matter. “Labor’s a bitch and don’t let anyone tell you different.” They don’t. “I went down, after, and when I woke up, Willis was gone and the doctor-well, I say doctor, you know how it can be down there-said you’d died.” She reaches across the table and grips his sleeve. “I was young, I was on painkillers that probably weren’t…I believed him, and I’m sorry.”

The sad thing is, it’s Gotham and that kind of shit happens all the time. Willis used to complain that not even the damn mobs would take him and why didn’t he throw him in the river and blah, blah, blah. Mom-Catherine-used to, on her better days, tell Willis to shut up and drink his goddamn beer. Usually he’d even do it, because by the time he’d start complaining he was halfway through a box anyway and too comfy to retaliate.

So. As crazy as it sounds, it’s not at all out of the realm of possibility.

“It wasn’t your fault,” he says. “It wasn’t your fault, it’s okay.”

“I should have known better.” Frank, to the point. “I should have realized from the get-go. I was studying to be a doctor, for Heaven’s sake, what does that say?”

“That I didn’t want you to flunk your exams?”

This time the laugh’s a little more genuine and she pats his arm-why does she keep touching him?-and shakes her head.

“Maybe.”

They fall into a semi-awkward silence. There’s the buzz of casual chatter around them, and the sound of dishes being passed around and of traffic outside, shouting and honking horns and an ambulance.

He’s not sure what to say. What is there to say?

“But you recognized me.” That’s not what he meant to say. He meant to…to put an end to this, because he doesn’t have family and it’s better that way and…

And she could have kept her mouth shut and she didn’t and he wants to know why.

“Batman was looking for you.” Because Alfred made him, probably. “And I…I made some mistakes, when I was younger.” He can’t even really judge her too much because Joker got inside his head, too. “He thought. He thought I might be able to help. God, he scared the shit out of me.” He’s good at that. That’s one of the very few things he’s absolutely mastered. “And I didn’t know anything, but…but here you are.”

She’s still holding his sleeve and he twists his arm so his fingers are brushing hers. It’s the best he can do.

“Yeah,” he says, and he doesn’t mean for his voice to be so goddamn tight. “Yeah, here I am.”

#Jason Todd #Sheila Haywood #awkward family reunions #Roots and Leaves #I forgot I was posting this #whoops

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