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size-two-shrimp · 9 months

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Priest AU Lore Dump

This is a fun little AU that myself, @akantorrr, and @pit-of-feathers pretty regularly talk about, so not everything here is stuff I came up with. If either of you have anything you'd like add feel free :]

I've got characters, demon/angel lore, and a "plot" (there isn't one yet).

Characters + Their Lore

• Gabriel

Gabriel is a priest and expert exorcist living in a smallish town. He works under the Council in his local church. He covers as much skin as he possibly can at all times, often wearing veils, gloves, and other such items to do it. He is absolutely covered in scars, from demon and human hands alike. He, like nearly everyone else in his hometown, is unable to drive thanks to the ease of access of everything near him. He lives "alone."

When he was younger, before he even considered becoming a priest, the Council discovered his natural talent for exorcising all sorts of unholy beasts, and kindly adopted him into their church to learn more.

• V1

It is the first demon for Gabriel to ever be unable to banish, and was able to escape him and the rest of the Council. Until it showed up at his home to take its pound of flesh (or blood in its case), of course. From there it decided that Gabriel's blood was decent enough for it to stick around and torment him.

It is well known for it's gluttony, and happily tears apart whatever it feeds from. Along with that it is known for being extremely protective of whatever it is feeding from.

• Minos

One of the many demons Gabriel has exorcised in the past. After word spread about V1 defeating Gabriel, he decided to come check things out (after receiving platonic shovel talk from V1). After another failed exorcism from Gabriel, he also decided that his house seemed like the place to be. And he invited his friends (mhm, they are just friends.)

Minos is obviously a demon of lust, though he doesn't show it often. He's much kinder to those who donate their blood to him than V1 is.

• Sisyphus

Sisyphus is another demon that Gabriel had exorcised in the past, and one of the "friends" Minos invited over. After yet another failed exorcism (and brawl with V1), Sisyphus was allowed to stay too.

Sisyphus is known for his greed, and protectiveness of his people and things, not unlike a dragon and its hoard. Those who steal his things or hurt his people are swiftly and violently dealt with.

• V2

The last of Minos' "friends", and V1's sibling. They are mostly just around to spend time with their loved one's (and who would they be if they didn't join in on pestering this priest?). Their relationship with all of the demons in the house was enough to get them in with only a warning, and they were lucky enough to not have an exorcism attempted against them.

V2 is one prideful bastard, they need to be the best, do the most, and any defeat is simply a fluke. They take pride in keeping those they care about healthy. They are probably the weakest out of all of the demons, but don't say that to their face.

• Ferryman

The Ferryman has no relation to anyone in Gabriel's house, and, strangely enough, they are extremely polite. They have not been a demon for long, and, like Minos and Sisyphus, were once human. Everyone suspects that they simply did not have long enough to take on more demonic personality traits. They were allowed to stay, under constant supervision, until everyone simply stopped watching them due to their trust.

The Ferryman is very envious. They want the friendships others around them have, they want the strength or rank that others have. They attempt to channel their feelings into more positive ones, for example, rather than being jealous of V1 forever, they make the effort to accept it into their flock.

• The Council

The Council runs the cult with an iron fist, keeping everything from clothing to food to transportation inspected and commanded by them. Anyone they think may betray them is made an example of, and anyone they believe could be an asset is trained until they cannot anymore. They are extremely abusive towards those assets, and can be towards the more mundane members as well. Gabriel is the most valuable one to them, and he has been with them for most of his life.

Demons and Angels

• Demons

Demons are the most common supernatural species that people come into contact with. They can be hard to exorcise and near impossible for a human to kill. They're strong, fast, and can disguise themself as humans to humans if they so choose. Along with all of this, they tend to have traits that match up with the seven deadly sins. They can either be born as demons, or die and come back as one.

Demons are commonly found in the homes of (or bodies of, in the case of possession) people who actually believe they exist, which makes it hard to grasp the true number of demons active globally. They can also be very territorial of their places or protective of their people.

It should also be mentioned that they must consume blood to survive, however normal human food still contains vitamins and minerals and the like that they need.

• Angels

There's little known about angels at the moment. What is known is that they are holy, winged beings, and can be created in the same ways that demons can. They have been growing weaker over time as well. They do not feed on blood, however, to demons their blood is considered to be a delicacy thanks to its rarity and addictive flavor.

Plot

There isn't much of a plot at the moment, just a series of events that have a very very loose timeline.

To start, Gabriel gets called out somewhere to exorcise a demon. It's V1, he is unable to defeat it, and it ends up living with him to torment him. The rest of the gang shows up, and all of them (minus Ferryman) join in. Over time they grow to realize that something is very very wrong with this town, and get more attached to Gabriel.

At some point a pact is made between Gabriel and each of the demons. He will willingly give them his blood whenever and provide them with better accommodations, and they will not hurt any humans other than him. They all agree before quickly realizing how bad for Gabriel's health this is, and the pact is broken so he doesn't die of blood loss.

Eventually the Council discovers that Gabriel has been working with/housing the demons, and they are PISSED. He is made an example of and left to die in the snow out back, with the only parting words being about how Gabriel needs to prove his loyalty or leave. After a lot of deliberation and arguments with the demons, he decides to leave with them, and goes to live his best cottagecore life with his little pack of sinners.

Misc: Design Doodles

Here's a little doodle I did of all 5 demons while working on the full reference of 'em. Sheep/ram Sisyphus, Minos: extra pointy, Ferryman but their robe is extra long, and mothchines (minus their fluff because this is an old screenshot). And then there's also the moth V2 art I did recently, which is probably the design I'm going with, though I forgot their halo.

For anyone who can't read my handwriting:

Under Sisyphus it says "what he'd wear eludes me lol"

Above V1 it says "parhelion halo?" and above V2 it says "glory halo?" Above the arrow it says "swap?"

In the wings under V1 it says "blue day" "comet" "comet" "blue day"

In the wings for V2 it says "cecropia" "comet" "comet" "cecropia"

#shrimps aus: priest #my art #please note that this isnt everything about it #just most of it :]

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cophene · 10 months

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012 || ☆ ⁺ « SHOOT UP TO A HUNDRED.

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pairing : vento aureo x gn reader summary : with virtually nothing left in their credit account, a gang of space thieves turn to the richest man in the galaxy to give them a job worth millions. too bad those never come easy, even with stand abilities and pretty-faced crew notes : sci-fi au, multi-chapter fic, sfw, doesn’t follow canon plot word count : 3.5k+

★˚⋆ SALE! ZUCCHERO! WHERE THE FLACK are you? Not even gonna bother to say goodbye?”

The crew waited for a few minutes for the greasy pair of mechanics to come slinking out from the bowels of their shop. No one appeared.

Granted, it was hard to tell from the leaning piles of metal and dank lighting, and the smell of oil and coolant and whatever else that up-dog odor was. At least they’d been nice enough to take the Passione off of the lifts this time. Narancia had nearly ploughed the place to the ground the last time he’d tried to remove the ship from the shop.

“Where are they?” Trish murmured. She looked loath to step any further into the shop. “They always like to gloat when we pay them.”

“I paid them remotely through the account Zero set up for us,” Fugo said. “They probably didn’t feel the need to see us off.”

“Bastards,” Mista muttered.

Narancia wasted no time checking out the Passione. He hopped over the suspicious stains on the floor and narrowly missed running into a tower of barrels. “Sheesh! Just look at what they did to our ship!” he shouted. “You sure she’s ours, Cap? She looks amazing!”

You barely recognized the interior when you stepped into the ship. Everything was so bright and shiny you had to squint a little bit. The interior wasn’t sweltering for once and you didn’t have to block out the flickering lights. As you made your way past the rooms to the bridge, you marvelled at how high-class everything seemed. You’d forgotten what the Passione was like under all the peeling metal.

[ MY STARS. IT ACTUALLY LOOKS LIKE A SHIP NOW. ]

You side-eyed the turtle tucked under your arm. “I don’t remember turning you on.”

[ IT’S AN AUTOMATIC THING. I SYNCED TO YOUR SHIP’S COMPUTER SO YOU DON’T HAVE TO BOTHER WITH ALL THAT. ] To your horror, Coco Jumbo’s voice echoed through the ship-wide speakers. [HELLO ALL! WELCOME BACK TO YOUR HUMBLE ABODE! ALTHOUGH IT’S NOT SO HUMBLE NOW, IS IT? ]

“Run a scan on the ship’s systems and a full check on the engine room,” Fugo said. “Also make sure the security prints and idents are still updated. If the mechanics messed with anything, let me know.”

[ YOU BETCHA. ]

You shot a look at Fugo, who only shrugged. “Coco’s working for us now, right? Might as well use that computer for what it’s good for.”

“Stars, look at the kitchen!” Trish squealed. “It’s like night and day! There are actual working appliances in here! We can finally make hot drinks again!”

Mista called out from the back of the ship, “Yooo, the rooms look sick! There’s in-line lighting, and, wait, what does this—you’re kidding, you can adjust the temperature and speakers from your holopad?!”

“The med bay doors actually work!” Narancia shouted. “We don’t have to rip up shirts for bandages!”

Although you were just as giddy as the rest of the crew about the state of the ship, you were still wary. A cursory glance over all of the rooms didn’t show any signs of tampering, and Coco’s scan came back negative. The mechanics had just fixed your ship and dipped. Which would have been fine for anyone else, but Sale and Zucchero never finished a job with so little hassle.

“That’s what seven million credots does to a person,” Mista drawled, settling into his newly upholstered chair at the tactical station. “Makes everyone a lot nicer. Also, sweet flack these chairs are banger. It’s like melting into butter.”

“But how did they do it?” Trish said, eyeing the comms station. “We gave such short notice but they still managed to get everything done and then some. I don’t remember them having the kind of resources to completely overhaul a ship?”

“They had an assistant the last time I was here,” you offered.

Narancia pulled a face. “Poor flacker. What did they do to land that gig?” He pressed his thumb to his console to unlock it and his face went slack. “No way. They updated the entire interface! Look how clean this looks! And there’s new features too!”

For the next little while, there were only gasps of amazement as you all poked at your consoles. The mechanics had really gone above and beyond. Your captain’s interface had gotten a makeover and was now more streamlined and responsive to the ship. You’d say the tech here rivalled some of the latest Eva models that had just come out.

“The ship has twice the speed and maneuverability,” Narancia said reverently. “I could thread this thing through the eye of a needle.”

“You guys.” Everyone turned to look at Mista as he stood up suddenly. He looked from one person to the other, his face deadly serious.

“We have four torpedoes.”

“Awesome!” Narancia crowed.

“No, not awesome! How did this happen?! We’re not flying this ship with four flacking torpedoes. I’m unloading one right now.” Mista started for the bay doors.

“Sit down,” Trish groaned. “Isn’t that better for us? Weren’t you bitching about the lack of torpedoes last time?”

Mista turned to her, aghast. “Because we had two. Now we have four. The ship is going to explode with four torpedoes. I’m unloading one. I’d rather have three torpedoes than four.”

“No, you’re not.” You swiped across your console. “Captain override. We’re keeping those torpedoes. I’m not risking it.”

“Captain!”

“We’re going after a powerful Stand arrow. Who knows what’s going to happen? Torpedoes are damn expensive.”

“I think it’s sufficiently clear by now that the ship has been fixed,” Fugo said curtly. You noticed he had to make an effort to pry himself away from colourful charts and fluctuating numbers on the engineering console. “If we don’t have anything else, we should get going. I worked with Coco Jumbo and we found a lead on Jean Pierre Polnareff.”

“You did?” You glanced over at your engineer in interest. A rush of eagerness swept through you.

Fugo frowned, scratching the neck of his shirt absently. “Yes,” he said faintly. “I did.”

Mista still looked troubled but he sat down at his station. “Well, what’d you find?”

“Polnareff used to work for an organization. What it was has been redacted from all records. I did find the name of a man he exchanged correspondence with on a regular basis.”

[ WELL DON’T TAKE ALL THE CREDIT. ] Coco Jumbo whined suddenly. Fugo shot the turtle a dirty look from where it was lounging on the ship’s main console.

[ APPARENTLY, THESE TWO GO WAY BACK. THEY’RE NOT BOTH IN THE ORGANIZATION, BUT THEY’RE CHUMMY. POLNAREFF HAS ALWAYS SKIPPED AROUND THE GALAXY, EVEN BEFORE HE GOT THE STAND ARROW. I GUESS YOU COULD SAY HIS BUDDY WAS LIVING VICARIOUSLY THROUGH HIM. IF POLNAREFF HAD TO TELL ANYONE WHERE HE TOOK THE ARROW, IT WOULD BE THIS GUY. ]

“And who is this guy?”Mista huffed.

In response, Coco projected a hologram into the air. A blurry shot of some old guy with a green cap. It had probably been pulled from nearby surveillance footage. Off to the side was his partial ident chip with his address and the name Pericolo.

“Do we know anything about Polnareff himself?” Trish asked. “Any info on him at all?”

“He’s completely offline,” Fugo said with a scowl. “That's why we have to go through the hassle of contacting his friend first.”

“If this guy knows about the Stand arrow, why hasn’t he tried to get it himself yet?” you said.

“He’s an old fart,” Mista said. “Probably doesn’t have the energy.”

“Or he’s not aware of Stand abilities,” Fugo said. “Polnareff probably didn’t divulge that part of the arrow to him.”

It only now occurred to you that Zero must have sent other thieving crews before yours to go after the Stand arrow. You had to wonder who Polnareff was to have guarded it so well. Actually, how come you’d never heard word of this mystical arrow before now? If it was as powerful as Zero claimed, there had to have been people who had sought it out before Zero. People who were actively searching now. But you’d never heard any mention of it; otherwise, your crew would have already gone after it. Not for world domination, but because something like that was bound to fetch good credit.

You felt a twinge in your chest as you wondered about the arrow. Focus, you told yourself. What does it matter about all that? Just focus on getting the Stand arrow to Zero. No need to get caught up in the details.

“Can we please get going?” Narancia burst out. He had been quiet all this time and was fairly shaking in the pilot seat. “I’m flacking dying to see how this baby does in the air. If Sale and Zucchero did half as good a job on the inside as the outside, then—” Narancia let out an amazed sound. You hid a smile at his excitement.

“Alright. All systems are green. Take us away, Narancia.”

“Take it easy, though,” Fugo warned. “I know you’re excited, but it’s best if you take the ship gradually. If you shoot up to a hundred, it’s going to—”

The warning fell on deaf ears. Everyone was thrown back in their seats and Narancia pushed the ship full throttle, hurtling out of the shop and zipping into the air in record time. Your stomach dropped to your feet as the Hub dropped out from under you. Narancia shrieked with glee, getting so excited that he bypassed the Hub’s exit completely, skipping the line to fly out into deep space without checking out or going through the GA’s.

“Asswipes is going to pin us for that,” Trish said, but it was lost under the roar of the engine and thruster. You had never heard the Passione sound like that. You’d gotten used to it sounding on the brink of death.

“Narancia, slow down!” Fugo shouted. “You’re going to kill us!”

Narancia whooped. “Worth it! Stars, I’ve never really lived before today! Passione could fly before but now she can fly!”

There was a meaty whomp and Mista let out a pained groan. Looking over, you saw that Coco Jumbo had gone flying off the console directly into Mista.

“Who’s in charge of strapping down the turtle? It weighs flacking ten pounds!”

You watched curiously as Narancia and Fugo hunched over Fugo’s console, talking in low tones. Occasionally, Narancia would stab his finger at the screen before Fugo shook his head and hissed at him to be quiet. You knew that sometimes, when Narancia was bored and Fugo had the patience, he would try to wrangle the pilot into some lesson about astrophysics or some other space science before the two inevitably got too irritated with each other to continue. Somehow, you had a feeling this was something different.

“Is everything alright?” you asked, coming over to the engineering station. “Looks pretty heated over here.”

“It’s nothing,” the two said immediately, and you raised your eyebrow. Fugo dismissed whatever they had been looking at and his console returned to his usual monitoring charts and stats.

“If there’s something I can help with …”

Narancia glanced at Fugo, but the engineer gave nothing away.

“Actually, I was wondering if you could give me temporary access to the captain console. There was something I wanted to look at.”

You went back to the console, unlocking it and changing the settings so Fugo could use it. You stepped aside as Fugo began tapping on the screen, conferring briefly with Narancia before performing a series of complicated keystrokes. A beat later, the consoles at every station glowed red. The humming in the bridge quieted down and you knew that meant the engine room had also stopped working at full capacity. Narancia let out a breath of relief.

“What did you do?” you asked suspiciously.

Fugo shrugged. “I just made sure our route to the Bend Gate was locked. The ship is going to continue to the gate no matter what we do unless you yourself go in to change it. I don’t want anyone accidentally messing with it. Plus with all of this stuff going on with Zero, I figured it was better to be safe than sorry. I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, of course not.” Your engineer didn’t sound any different than he usually did, but it still felt a little off, regardless.

“I think I’m going to go take a break. Running around the ship took all of my energy. Comm me if you need anything.” Fugo nodded at you. “Captain.”

You nodded back. As soon as he left the bridge you turned to Narancia. He had always been easier to read than Fugo. “Is everything okay?”

“Sure it is. We have a new ship that flies like a dream and we’ll be at the gate in a few hours. Everything is going how you planned, Cap.” Narancia grinned.

“You looked pretty worried at Fugo’s console earlier.”

Narancia waved his hand. “Just didn’t understand what the flack he was trying to show me. Too many numbers and not enough pictures. He always forgets we didn’t all go to his fancy institute.” Narancia took the opportunity to commandeer your console since the temporary access was still on. “Oi, feel like playing a fighter?”

You reluctantly pulled over one of the station seats as Narancia pulled up a hologame on the ship’s main display. You knew he was trying to distract you and you let him. It was a good idea to lock the ship’s flight route. You should’ve thought of it sooner.

At some point Mista wandered into the bridge and you had to suffer your ass getting kicked not only by your pilot, but your gunman as well. You tried to keep a dignified face as your character on screen was wiped out in a spray of blood and guts.

“Hacks,” you muttered under your breath instead.

“Excuse me, how?” Mista asked. “You’re just trash at this game, which is what we’ve been telling you since we downloaded it.”

“Okay, but the character combos aren’t even lined up,” you pointed out, trying not to sound butthurt and failing. “You’re way overpowered. How was I supposed to win?”

“I gotchu, Cap,” Narancia said. “I’ll get your pride back for you.”

You gave up your seat to Narancia with a scowl. Bend Gate XI was still a long way to go. Even with all of Passione’s fancy new upgrades, it would be a day and half until you reached it. And out here in deep space with no stars or sun to mark days passing, it honestly felt like years.

What most people didn’t realize about thieving crews was how much down time you had, particularly when travelling from one spot to another. When the stakes were high, they were high, and it was all stress and adrenaline and pure luck during the actual theft. But when all that was over and you were just drifting to find your next treasure, things got boring. Besides Sale and Zucchero, you had yet to show Zero’s exclusive pin to anyone. Maybe you should be keeping it under wraps, but you wanted people to know that your thieving crew was in the grace of the upper echelons again. Working for Zero himself.

You were starting to regret choosing to pass time with Mista and Narancia, though. Maybe you should’ve gone to watch holodramas with Trish. But you couldn’t remember the last time you’d had time to play a few hologames with the boys. Or had a chance to just hang out with them at all, really.

Rather than watching the fight unfold on screen between Mista’s character and Narancia’s, you focused on their hands at the digital display. Whereas Mista was all brute force and button-mashing, Narancia took to his character with the same finesse as he did flying a ship. Although Narancia’s character was weaker stats-wise, Narancia managed to pull through at the end and deliver a fatal combo to Mista.

“And that’s how it’s done,” Narancia said, brushing invisible lint off his shoulder.

“Now that’s hacks,” Mista cut in. “Your character literally has no stats. There’s no way you could win.”

“That’s what I said!” you burst out.

“You chose them! You can’t be mad at me for picking the weakest character!”

“Because you told me to, asshat!”

“Leave my hat out of this!”

Narancia raised his hands. “Mista’s a cheater. Captain sucks. And I’m the best. Okay? Okay.”

You and Mista unleashed a flurry of punches and curses down upon Narancia’s head. He tried to cover his head, refusing to apologize. Somehow, Mista managed to find the perfect angle to poke Narancia in the eye. Narancia recoiled, hissing out a swear and covering his eye.

“Oh shit, my bad.” Mista reached out to Narancia but he batted him away.

“Yeah, got me real good there. You guys go on without me. I’m just gonna take a minute.”

A hand still over his eye, Narancia made a quick exit from the bridge. You and Mista exchanged a worried look.

Mista frowned. “I know I didn’t get him that bad.”

“Is everything alright with him? I’ve noticed that he’s been treating his eye a lot more … carefully?” Like after Lady Legarde had sedated him. It seemed like his eye had really been bothering him.

“Yeah, I noticed that too,” Mista said. “If something’s wrong, he should tell us. He’s our pilot. It goes without saying that his eyes are important.”

You rose from your seat. “I’m gonna go check on him.”

“Do that. I’m heading to the kitchens to fix me and Pistols something to eat.”

“Make a plate for Fugo too. He’s probably still holed up in his room.”

“Of course, my esteemed Captain.”

It didn’t take long for you to find Narancia in his room. The door was still open and you knocked before going inside.

“Narancia? You alright?”

You spied the top of his messy hair over the side of his cot. You made your way over, not wanting to startle him. The sight of him holding his eyelid open with his fingers gave you pause. Narancia’s holopad was balanced on his lap, and he blinked rapidly a few times, leaning closer to the holopad to check his eye. You would’ve written it off as Narancia being overcautious if it weren’t for a flash of red. One of Narancia’s eyes looked briefly bloodshot and irritated before it flickered back to normal.

“Narancia?”

“Fine, Cap.” Narancia smoothly put his holopad away and threw a cheesy thumbs-up. The skin around his eye puckered before he smiled, violet irises bright.

“Are you sure?” You hated the doubt in your voice.

Narancia hopped to his feet. “Positive. Just wanted to make sure that flackbag didn’t gouge my eye out.”

“If something’s wrong, you can tell me. It’s my responsibility to keep my crew healthy.”

Narancia poked you in the side. “No, it’s our responsibility to stay healthy. All you have to do is look sexy, Captain.”

You were about to press the issue further when a loud rattle sounded from the walls. You and Narancia paused, turning towards it. It happened again, this time from out in the hallway.

“What the flack is that?” Narancia said. “I thought the mechanics fixed everything.”

You stepped out of Narancia’s room carefully, scanning the length of the hallway. Everyone else’s door was closed.

“Narancia, use your radar.”

Your pilot’s carbon dioxide radar appeared around his head. He swivelled his head left and right and walked forward a few steps. Looking over his shoulder, you could see that you and Narancia were the only ones in the hallway.

“Probably just the new equipment settling,” you said. You willed your heartbeat to settle. You’d heard worse sounds before from the Passione.

“Yeah, probably.” Narancia’s hand went to his left eye again.

“Narancia, if something is going on—”

An ear-piercing scream split the air. Your heart shot into your throat as you looked at Narancia and started sprinting down the hallway towards the sound. That was Trish. Where was she? What had—

You nearly missed her, but Trish, surprisingly, was frozen in the engine room. Her face had gone ghostly pale and her green eyes were so wide on her face that you could see her irises twitching. You snapped your gaze around, looking for the threat.

“Trish, what happened?”

Trish took a shaky step backwards. “I-I saw something. There was something—”

Before she could finish her sentence, your holopad vibrated in your pocket. While Narancia went over to Trish, you slipped it out, alarm racketing a notch higher when you saw it was Mista calling.

“Captain!” he yelled as soon as you answered. “You need to get down to the galley. Now!”

“What happened? Trish just—”

“FLACKING HELP ME, MISTA!” Fugo’s shout was loud enough to be heard through the call.

“Cap, please! I don’t know what’s going on, but it’s real bad!”

The call cut off. You stared at your holopad then at Narancia and Trish. Narancia was holding Trish’s arm gingerly, trying to figure out what had happened. Looking around the engine room, nothing seemed amiss. But Trish had screamed at something. She wasn’t some prissy Upper Space noble anymore. Some days she had bigger balls than anyone on the crew.

“You should go help them,” Narancia said, catching your gaze. “I can deal with things here with Trish. Sounded like Fugo was in trouble.”

A loud rattle sounded from somewhere in the engine room. Trish gasped, whirling towards the sound. “There it is again!”

You gritted your teeth. Where should you go? To the kitchens to help Fugo? Or should you stay here to figure out what was going on? The engine room was the heart of the ship. If something flacked up here, you’d be stuck in deep space for stars knew how long. You weren’t anywhere close to any planets or ship colonies, and Bend Gate XI was still hours out. But then again, Fugo was your engineer. If something happened to him, would you be able to manage? He had been working the closest with Coco Jumbo and had the most information at present about Zero and the Stand arrow.

“Go, Cap!” Narancia insisted. “We’ve got things covered. I can find out whatever this thing is with my radar.”

You hesitated at the threshold of the engine room, wishing you could split yourself down the middle. Who were you going to help?

Fugo or Trish?

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#kismetva #jjba #jjba fanfic #jjba x reader #golden wind #golden wind x reader #vento aureo #vento aureo x reader #gender neutral reader #sci fi au

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sunstar121 · 3 years

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Me now in pain: Bastard brother dream stealing his little brother’s journal, altering it and putting it back then he can use it to put him into a prison so he’ll never leave again

bold I'm gonna throttle you aaaaaaaaaa /j

just. dream altering the content in the book so it's so much worse. the contents are now so much more incriminating, and records of events are so much worse than what they actually were. and, if he leaves a note to someone else in l'manburgs cabinet telling them of ranboos book, well, who would know? and if he maybe insinuates to tubbo that the prison would be perfect for a traitor, well, that would just be a fun coincidence wouldnt it?

and if his little brother gets locked up in a prison he paid for, a prison that he knows all about, a prison that he could waltz into and visit the prisoners of at any time? well. his mother wouldn't be happy, but he certainly would be.

#answered #bold anon #dsmp #big brother!dream #ranboo #im. gonna declare that theres two separate versions of this au:#v1: dream is a clingy bastard that doesnt want to let go of his brother. lighthearted' goofy' fluffy' just a lotta shenanigans #v2: dream is manipulative and wants to keep his brother safe no matter what. more serious' angsty' and a bit closer to canon #bc i want to talk about them both but a lot of aspects from v1 directly conflict with aspects of v2 and vice versa #and so we have two versions! dw about directly saying which version ur talking about' context clues are enough

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joontier · 3 years

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Subliminal in Scrubs | V1; report ix

pairings: dr. jeon jungkook x female reader

chapter rating: NC-17 | genre: doctors! au; humor, romance

warnings: swearing

word count: 1.8k

g/n: ((unedited skfslkdf)) also,,, i will be releasing Parallel Palpitations very soon [which features this Jimin hehehehe stay tuned for that] PLUS, im very excited to release the report x AHHHHHH send me your thoughts pleaseee

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Subliminal in Scrubs (the records) | navi. | m.list

You open your new group chat first thing in the morning, wanting to check on Soomin and Jimin. Just yesterday, the two had informed you of their concerns separately, both worried over the same thing. Soomin’s mother wanted to hold a small congratulatory celebration for her daughter’s KMLE results, and her subsequent acceptance at Woocheon, so there was going to be a party exclusively for all tenants of the building at the restaurant just next to the cafe.

The two hadn’t worked out their budding acquaintance, as you had practically forced them to greet each other the last time you were at the cafe, so you thought this might be a great way to have them start over their tricky relationship.

As you’ve expected, both of them had even tried to convince you to come, in the hopes that a mutual friend could help diminish the awkward air around them. You’ve declined each of them politely, not wanting to intrude on their little get-together. Besides, (just like you hadn’t forgotten to mention to them), this was the perfect opportunity to get rid of this wall hindering their friendship (to which, both of them had also quite strongly disagreed upon).

A mere three hours after their outpour of sentiments, as you’re rewatching episodes of Dr. Romantic with Chohee, the pair drunkenly call you, requesting a video chat. You’re pretty sure not one of them is aware of what’s happening, especially with Jimin refilling his shot glass every thirty seconds; Soomin speaking gibberish, and Chohee literally teasing them through the screen of your laptop and yet none of them seem to mind a damn thing about it.

So, with hopes that each of them arrived home safely last night, you type in your text message.

‘What is this place, really?’ you mutter to yourself, slightly regretting your decision to take the subway instead of a cab. You only ride taxis for places you’re not familiar with (such is the case with today) but you didn’t want to spend twice as much solely for transportation so you took the train to the building.

Now you feel lost. You’ve just gone to the main entrance of the building, but there was scaffolding barring the entrance, and now you’re struggling to look for Entrance B with the singular tarpaulin saying “Please use Entrance B” and a faded arrow below pointing to the left. After a grueling ten minutes of asking people for directions and walking all over the place, you finally find Entrance B and hurry on your way inside.

There’s already a small crowd forming where the directions for the processing of your license is posted, and you can’t seemingly read the directions all the way down with people clearly taller than you blocking the way.

“What’s the matter? Can’t see the directions, smally?”

Your instant recognition of his voice makes you hang your head low. You figure there’s no way you can get rid of this guy anytime soon.

“Hello, Jungkook.”

Why is it that he’s always there wherever you are? He couldn’t be stalking me, could he?

Jungkook almost spits his water on the girl in front of him. Oh, so he heard your thoughts then. “Yeah, you wish, woman. I wouldn’t do that even if you had one million strapped to your neck.” You roll your eyes at him.

“Wasn’t asking for any conditions for you to do that, but thanks for letting me know your thoughts.”

“Awh, you mad, babe?” Shaking your head at him, you try to continue peering over everyone’s shoulder to check the post. “If it makes you feel any better, I would for two million though.”

You were just about to retaliate with a smart comment, but you see a girl walking towards Jungkook while twirling her hair with her newly manicured fingers. “Jungkook-oppa, you’re here!” she says, hooking her arm on his elbow.

Ah yes, it’s the same brat that kept defending Jungkook’s ass during the KMLE exam. “Why don’t you come with us? My mom works here,” her voice gets down to a whisper, but loud enough for you to hear. “If you come with us, you wouldn’t have to fall in line, then maybe we could have lunch together.

Jungkook removes her hand from his, “No thank you, I’ll just wait here.”

“With her?”

The audacity of this bitch.

“Yes, with her.” Jungkook says, not skipping a beat. “She’s...better company.” Oof, that’s gotta hurt.

You try not to show much of your currently soaring pride on your face, but you can’t help but clear your throat as a terrible disguise for a snort. The girl becomes silent after that, with most of her friends trying to control their facial expressions after Jungkook’s reply.

“Fine then, your loss,” she says with a flip of her hair, then makes her exit.

You're unsure what to do now as the girl has already left, and you’re also not sure if you’re entirely happy about being left with Jungkook now. “Why didn’t you go with her? Could’ve saved you a lot of time considering the people here.”

Jungkook clenches his jaw, as if in thought. “I don’t like cheating. I believe that there’s a different value in the reward that comes with something you worked hard for.”

You’re surprised. You really hadn’t expected this kind of quote, coming out of Jungkook out of all people, but you find yourself nodding as he speaks, quite impressed that you share the same principles.

As the crowd starts to disperse, you and Jungkook finally get your turns to take a look at the poster. “Is it often?”

“What is?”

You point a thumb backwards towards where the girl had gone to, “Having girls throw themselves at you all the time?”

“Oh that,” Jungkook chuckles, then gives you a lopsided smirk, “Yeah, that. Hadn’t realized being this hot was so tiring.” Squinting your eyes at him, it then again dawns on you that you shouldn’t even have asked him that sort of question at all.

“You know,” he says, nudging your shoulder with his, “I’m quite jealous of you really,” your brows crease together. This can’t be good. “At least you don’t experience all of that, cause you know…” he says, gesticulating his hands over his face.

He did not just insinuate that you were not...attractive at all. Huh. This bastard can wait for his license alone then.

“Goodbye, Jungkook.”

“Hang on! ________, wait! I was just messing with you,” Jungkook laughs, running after you.

The cashier is already scanning the last items on your grocery list by the time Jimin and Soomin had texted you that they were done with their licenses, and you three had agreed on meeting up by the mall’s concierge. It doesn’t take long before you all decide on having Italian for dinner, after seeing the restaurant nearest to where the concierge was.

“Wait, it took you guys only half an hour?” you exclaim, recalling how you had to endure at least more than an hour with Jungkook as you waited for your licenses to finish. Thankfully though, the latter had other errands to run so you two parted ways as soon as you got your IDs.

Jimin, always the gentleman, offers to get your group the utensils as well as a few condiments and spices you might need with your meals. “Soomin-ssi, do you know anybody else who’s going to Woocheon too?” he says, setting the silverware atop the napkins.

Soomin thanks Jimin for the thoughtful gesture, sending a small smile his way. You squeal inwardly, wanting to know what happened last night for them to interact like this. “Um, also, I’m not so sure about the others who will be attending Woocheon too...I only got a glimpse of the list, sorry.”

“Ah, no worries about that. So, how was the dinner party last night?”

The two glance at each other, seemingly communicating with their eyes. Oookay, what’s going on between these two? What exactly happened last night? If they wanted to be alone, they could’ve just said so…

“It was fun,” Jimin initiates, plastering what seems to be a painfully wide grin on his face. Soomin nods along with him as she adds more, “Honestly, I don’t remember much about last night, but I do recall Jimin calling me ‘sajangnim’ the whole night. And I told him to not call me that, but Jimin here is a stubborn man.”

“Yeah, you complained about that too last night,” you laugh, cutting your garlic bread into pieces. “Wait, what?” Jimin squints his eyes at you, “Were you there last night? How did you....”

“I’m guessing you both don’t remember calling me last night too, didn’t you?”

“We did?!” they say in unison, making your eyes go wide. “Did I do something stupid?” “Please tell me I didn’t say something I shouldn’t have?”

“Hmm, well, it was quite the conversation last night,” you tease them, wanting to see how far this can go, “plus Chohee was there too so I have another key witness.”

“What?” Jimin squeaks, lips pressing into a thin line, “what’s the key witness for?”

“That, my friend, is up to you to remember and figure out.” You give each of them a wink, before turning your attention back to your pasta.

Transferring all your groceries to one hand, you fish your keys from your purse, shaking it lightly to hear its jingle as you blindly course your fingers through your bag. As the elevator doors open, you see your neighbor down the end of the hall, trailing after a man.

Ayoung hears the elevator bell ding and turns to your direction. She excitedly points her thumb to her back, mouthing ‘new tenant’ to you. She keys in her code and lets the guy in first. The moment he’s inside, she leans by the doorframe and whispers how hot the guy actually was and how much of a lucky neighbor you were going to be.

You shake your head at her, leaving Ayoung to entertain her guest. Of course, not forgetting to pray that she manages to score you a hot man next door.

#jungkook x reader #btswritingcafe #bangtanarmynet #btsghostie #jeon jungkook #bts aus #bts fic #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff

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6persoschallenge n°2 ▬ Zekeriah Shafiq (personnage que je n'ai pas assez joué)

fc. diego luna || sorcier || oubliator & artificier magique || univers harry potter || 2016 to 2018

➺ bastard to papa

Zekeriah, c’est l’histoire d’un petit sang mêlé qui n’a rien demandé à personne. Il est né d’un père anglais et d’une mère indienne, alors que les Shafiq avaient également des origines latines quelque part dans leur arbre ! Premier enfant de la famille, unique héritier. Il a eu trois cousines et une petite sœur Moana. Il ne sait pas trop pourquoi, mais lorsqu’il a sept ans, son père disparait et le laisse lui et sa mère qui vient de donner naissance à sa sœur. Propulsé patriarche dans cette ancienne famille de sang pur — mêlée par la naissance de ses cousines, Moana et lui-même — Zekeriah fera en sorte d’être le modèle pour sa famille, le garçonnet serviable qui protège la veuve et l’orphelin. Il est réparti dans la maison des Serpentard, car il était assez ambitieux et peut-être trop borderline pour le choixpeau.

Si sa scolarité s’est faxée très simplement en faisant de lui un très bon élève en potion, Zekeriah est resté quelqu’un de très droit, qui voulait montrer l’exemple, mais également sa loyauté. Il a tenté de passer deux fois le concours des aurores, mais il l’a échoué deux fois à cause de son caractère, car c’est loin d’être le petit soldat qui se pliera aux ordres s’il se juge trop en danger. Oubliator par défaut, Zeke voit également sa petite sœur tomber malade. Une maladie orpheline qui bloque son flux magique, faisant de Moana une cracmole aux yeux de la société magique. Entre deux missions, il a le temps de la visiter et de faire la connaissance du corps médical qui l’accompagne. Dont Astrea Black, l’une des filles de la noble famille du même nom. Chien et chat durant des années, leur relation ne semblait pas s’améliorer. Jusqu’au décès d’épuisement de sa mère, Zekeriah a toujours fait en sorte de subvenir aux besoins de sa famille.

La prise du pouvoir de Voldemort en 1981 ? Zekeriah y a perdu son métier, mais surtout Moana. Déchet de la société, rebus, elle a été tuée alors qu’il s’est battu comme un diable, mais pétrifiée, il n’a rien pu faire hormis assisté au pire. Il a su bien plus tard qu’Astrea avait empêché du mieux qu’elle pouvait la matrone Black de tuer sa sœur lors de ce jour fatidique. Sans le sou, sans raison réelle de vivres, Zeke s’est reconverti dans les artifices magiques. Feux d’artifice et autres joyeusetés… Ce qu’il préfère ce sont les bombes et il maîtrise parfaitement cet art ! Surtout quand lors de la coupe du monde de Quidditch, il fait pas mal de dégâts avec un explosif… Malgré la victoire de l’Ordre, on le remerciera pour sa participation, car ses méthodes trop sanguinaires tuent également les innocents.

Peut-être est-ce pour rentrer dans les bonnes grâces de l’Ordre qu’il infiltre la maison close de la famille Black, devenu une petite mafia lors de la prise de pouvoir de Voldemort. À sa tête ? Astrea elle-même qui n’avait pas d’autre choix que de suivre les ordres de sa famille. Il se fait repérer par la demoiselle, mais à défaut de la trahir, elle l’aidera à ressembler des informations. Oui, Astrea manque de se faire découvrir et pour la protéger, il l’oubliette une première fois et disparait dans la nature quelque temps avant de reprendre sa place. S’il débloque la mémoire de la Black, c’est pour qu’elle l’aide une seconde fois. Mais les choses s’accélèrent trop peut-être et une nouvelle fois, elle est en danger parce qu’elle l’aide et sans doute parce qu’ils ont une liaison. Après un dernier rendez-vous, Zekeriah l’oubliette pour la dernière fois et fuit quelque part en Inde pendant un an.

Lors qu’il revient, car il est contacté par l’un de ses meilleurs amis : le Leader de l’Ordre du Phénix. Zekeriah fait ce qu’on lui demande, vivant sa vie de fugitif… Jusqu’à retomber sur Astrea… Cette femme. En un an, Zeke a eu le temps de mettre des mots sur ses sentiments. Mais il tombe de bien haut lors qu’il apprend que l’enfant d’une dizaine de mois est le sien ! Marqué d’une mèche bleue électrique au milieu de sa tignasse noire — comme sa fille —, Zekeriah continuera de se battre pour l’Ordre, dans l’espoir de libérer le monde des mangemorts et de leurs pouvoirs afin de vivre avec cette femme qu’il aime et cette fille qu’il veut connaître… En espérant pouvoir recharmer la Black qui a tout oublié de lui et de leur liaison.

➺ et aujourd'hui ?

Aaah Zeke, une histoire d’amour vraiment. C’était à l’époque où Rogue One venait de sortir et une copine — l’une des meilleures aujourd’hui — a pensé qu’un scénario avec Diego pour une Felicity serait une bonne idée. J’ai adoré le pitch qu’elle m’a fait de lui, ce pitch qui vous fait vous inscrire avec une IP sur un VPN pour qu’on ne sache pas que c’est vous ! (quoi c’est mal ?) Pendant une grosse année, j’ai joué Zekeriah comme si de rien n’était, juste parce que ça me faisait plaisir.

Zeke aurait très bien pu être ce perso pour lequel je suis sortie de ma zone de confort, car j’ai eu énormément de mal à embrayer avec un petit con arrogant et vulgaire, même s’il a cette part de fragilité qui me correspond bien en tant que joueuse. C’est aussi l’un des débuts de la grande histoire d’avoir que j’ai avec ma Sainte Trinité de Latinos ! (Oscar Isaac, Diego Luna, Pedro Pascal) Zeke, c’est le personnage qui m’a ouvert les yeux sur pas mal de choses et sur ma capacité à jouer des gentils pas si gentils que ça, enfin à faire des personnages plus en demi-teinte. Le drame de sa famille, la perte de sa sœur, tout cela est plutôt lié à l’univers du forum à l’époque pour tout dire ! Mais ça reste un personnage que je n’ai pas assez joué, j’ai beaucoup de regret.

Ne pas avoir Rp assez vite avec lui

Ne pas avoir réussi à le prendre en main tout de suite

Le gros du gros le voilà.

J’ai pu rejouer Zeke, il avait été légèrement modifié. Cette seconde fois, il était de sang pur, la guerre avait fait rage lorsqu’il était bébé et il ne l’avait pas connu. Il avait quand même perdu sa sœur de la maladie qui bloquait sa magie, son père l’avait bien abandonné, il avait bien trois dindes de cousines. Mais il avait aussi un fils de onze ans, conçu lors d’une des dernières soirées à Poudlard ! Il avait le petit comme élève depuis cette année.

Contrairement à la première version, il était poufsouffle, directeur de cette maison et professeur de DCFM. Il avait été oubliator par dépit c’est vrai ! Mais il avait quitté son emploi suite à un accident de voiture provoqué par des moldus lors d’une mission. Il avait cela dit une grosse peur phobique du monde moldu. J’y avais aussi ajouté des problèmes de poids durant l’adolescence. Ce n’était pas le jeune avec le physique parfait, il était même plutôt ingrat — exploitant là mes propres déboires et les extériorisant — mais il avait réussi à y faire face un ami et l’infirmière de l’époque à Poudlard. C’était devenu un chic type…

Mais le vrai Zekeriah, la version originale, elle me manquera toujours et j’aurais toujours ce goût d’inachevé sur la langue. J’aurais vraiment aimé écrire la galère qu’il aurait eue face à Astrea, la relation qu’il aurait eue avec sa fille puisque dans la V1 il la connaissait bébé et aurait pu l’élever, alors que dans la V2, le petit à déjà 11 ans, presque 12…

Franchement, j’ai manqué de temps et j’aimerais toujours profondément ce personnage un peu con, mais si touchant dans sa quête de fonder la famille parfaite qu’il n’a jamais eue ! En tout cas, merci @mysterious-corvidae @corvidae-challenge pour le challenge, je pense pouvoir établir un bon bilan des choses qui reviennent à chaque fois dans mes persos comme ça :’)

#6persoschallenge #challenge corvidae #3615mavie #diego luna #rpg #color #gif #quote

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xianglingslesbian · 4 years

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way of kings, Satsuki’s moving castle (👀), Daiki’s basketball (👀👀), oh no he’s hot, and unstoppable force/immovable object pls

ah hihi! ty for the ask!! <3 this got very long so i am putting it under a cut

the way of kings

this is basically just a knb stormlight au lmaooo. i actually dont have much yet its just a vague outline and the main character placements. i also have to work out a LOT of stuff bc. heralds. i’ll list the placements i have for now!!

kaladin - hyuuga OR aomine i really cannot decide smh. EDIT HOLY SHIT MIDORIMA IS THE PERFECT KALADIN

adolin - kise bc you cant tell me that ‘“fight me!” adolin said’ isn’t PEAK kise energy

shallan - .......izuki. puns? puns. also yay for shared insecurity complexes and refusal to address their own mental health

dalinar - kasamatsucchi <3 he has the eyebrows and the blue uniform don’t @ me

jasnah - uhh araki, solely because i didn’t wanna change au!jasnah’s gender. otherwise 100% would have been midorima

sadeas - imayoshit :) everyone flip off the manipulative bastard

renarin - kurokooooo!! okay but the idea of a person construed as weak finding their own way in the world is really similar b/w these two

sylphrena - momoi <333 syl rlly do have momoi energy tbh

i do have a couple more placements BUT idk where ur at in the series and it could be a potential spoiler so i’m gonna shut up now. tagging @serenesavagery bc i think she’d like this ily saori

satsuki’s moving castle

ok here’s an AU i actually have shit planned out for (and some chapters written) lmaooo it’s a momoi/riko howl AU!! riko = sophie + momoi = howl is rlly fun to write lol. also aomine is calcifer bc let’s be real that tiny fire demon was basically just demon!aomine. the chapter titles in this one are gold tbh i’m really proud of them -- examples are, “Do YOU Want A Charming Stranger To Sweep You Off Your Feet? [Not Clickbait]” and “Riko Aida Presents - Being Old Sucks, Part 1/? (Also, There's A Demon But That’s Not Important)”.

tiny snippet:

Riko could feel the stirrings of heat in her cheeks as Satsuki pressed against her, arm laying on her hand.

“Let me,” she said sweetly. Dazed, Riko did so, moving aside so Satsuki had better access to the food.

“Hand me a couple of eggs and some more bacon, please,” Satsuki instructed. Riko complied, doing her best to keep her composure. This was the wicked wizard Satsuki, not just any pretty girl - she had to be on her guard.

Satsuki cooked much the same way Riko did, planting a few doubts in the now-aged girl’s mind. Eggshells in the eggs, blackened bacon… perhaps her cooking really was bad.

Then again, from what she’d seen of Junpei, he did have a tendency to exaggerate.

“no its totally not gay for a girl to cook over your shoulder what do you mean” - aida riko, circa 1920 (approx. when this is set bc it follows the ghibli movie)

daiki’s basketball

yes its an aomine-kuroko roleswap yes i like torturing myself because it comes w/the bonus of inflicting this upon my readers. it’s my first multichapter, and like ewbts it’s also half posted and then i realised how shittily i’d written it so i started rewriting smh. the only redeemable bit about v1 is the summary bc it’s good for my summary standards:

tetsu had changed. tetsu was no longer his partner. but daiki saw that same spark in kagami, and even if he wasn’t one for sappy romantic stuff like tetsu, maybe this time… maybe this time the light he picked would stay with him.

im not crying you are

a small snippet:

“Well, you like painting. Maybe paint a basketball on the school wall or something?” Satsuki suggested absently, still looking at the giant chocolate fountain. It couldn’t hurt to go in and try it, right?

“Thanks, Satsuki.” Daiki’s voice had a sudden spark to it, and Satsuki’s eyes shot wide as she realised what she’d said.

“No - Dai, wait! You can’t-” But he’d already cut the call.

Oh, God save Satsuki Momoi.

(yes. he did actually. paint the fucking school wall. god save momoi indeed)

oh no he’s hot

this is an older idea but one i still love tbh! i have to work around the setting bc i wanna set it in not-america 😂 i have a summary written up which describes it well so i will plug it:

Everything was in place. Zuko would have adopted Izumi by this time tomorrow; would have met the demands of his company; would be a father, the best one that he could. He had to admit he was a little more than excited - it’s not every day that you get to be a father, and especially not to a firecracker like Izumi. Now, if only Izumi’s social worker weren’t this attractive… and if only he weren’t the same man that Zuko had been absolutely, abominably horrible to the previous week.

its a zukka modern AU in which zuko is running his dad’s company after ousting ozai, and the board pressures him to get an heir. ace gay bean zuko decides he’ll adopt instead. also azula/katara subplot with katara being an intern at azula’s hospital (NOT in charge of azula tho bc that can lead to some weird power dynamics). highkey slowburn romance tbh. zukka hate each other for only a bit, but the friendzoning is unreal lmao

immovable object meets unstoppable force

this is a set of legend of korra rewrite oneshots! basically im trying to fix all the colorism, sexism and other issues + give a better rep to korrasami bc lbr we deserved more development. also side character rights <3

i actually have posted one fic of it here so i suppose this counts as a snippet? its pema/lin hahaha yay for lesbians

thank you so much for this ask i just really ran away with it i get excited talking about my projects and wow now i have fuel for daiki’s basketball again so that might just be the one i finish soonest <3

#knb #atla #lok #ceru writes #answered #wips #edit: why the fuck did it paste the body twice fuck you tumblr #shin #food tw

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trilies · 6 years

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KHR posts in review: 2017

And, of course, the frankly unbelievable amount of shit I’ve posted to this canon’s tag.

- 4851, screencaps, When your gay crush finally stops acting like a cold Millefiore douchebag and is back to being the stressed queer nerd you always knew before

- 4851, screencaps, a+ compliments with spanner, everybody

- Chikusa, screencaps, art evolution

- Ken, screencaps, art evolution

- Chikusa, screencaps, hat switching

- KHR general, callie caps, callie watches the Choice Arc

- Ken, screencap, bag head

- Chikusa, rp shenanigans, yoyo mister

- Chikusa, screencaps, the hat collection

- Chikusa, screencap, he’s just pretty ok

- Tsuna, meta, formative mafia experiences

- Kokuyo and Shimon, meta, parallels

- Haru and Kyoko, meta, not being combatants

- Kyoko, headcanon, subconscious illusions

- Chikusa, meta, reaction to Ken’s loss

- Kyoko, meta grumbling, she is nothing like Nana

- Chikusa, rp shenanigans, i don’t think spiders have tongues

- KHR general, fanfic stuff, khr god au basics

- Shoichi and Byakuran, meta, the traitor reveal

- Shoichi, meta, Shoichi Irie has the strongest sun flame fight me on it

- Shoichi, screencaps, good guy shoichi

- Shoichi, screencaps, baby shoichi time traveling round 1

- Shoichi, screencaps, baby shoichi time traveling round 2

- Shoichi and Byakuran, screencaps, let him be happy

- 10051 and 4851, shitposting, we fucked up in our last relationship self

- Kgang and Tsuna, shitposting, hansel and gretel and casual cannibalism

- Chikusa, meta, a talented boy

- Kgang, screencaps, Ken’s casual cannibalism

- Gokudera, screencaps, early kokuyo arc

- Hibari and Tsuna, screencaps, i love between frame faces

- Tsuna, screencaps, save him

- M.M., meta, inconsistent characterization

- Chikusa, screencaps, bloody

- Chikusa, screencaps, yoyos

- Ken, screencaps, the beginning of almost every frame of Ken Joshima

- Chikusa/Ken, commissioned work, shitteens smooching

- Lal Mirch, shitposting, her muscles

- M.M., meta???, mukuro-chan

- Ken, icons, ep20

- Chikusa, screencaps, beat up

- Ken, icons, ep21

- Arcobaleno, shitposting, everyone is birb

- Varia, shitposting, everyone is still birb

- Chikusa/Ken, rp shenanigans, breaking their hearts

- Mukuro, shitposting, he’s hot

- M.M., shitposting, how to kiss a boy

- Chikusa/Ken, commissioned art, slobber boy

- Chikusa, meta, distress at Ken’s loss v2

- Gokudera, meta, pinpointing a clarinet

- Bianchi, meta, identifying how it works

- Lancia, screencaps, save him

- Tsuna, shitposting, dealing with mukuro ages 14 v 16

- Mukuro vs Hibari, screencaps, u lil shit

- Ken, icons, ep25

- Ken, icons, ep26

- Ken, icons, ep50

- Chikusa/Ken, shitposting, he is an eternal flame!!

- Kgang, au shenanigan, beauty salon au

- Mukuro, meta, he made his appearance with a fog machine

- Ken, icons, ep51

- Mukuro and Mammon, screencaps, here i stand before you

- Ken, icons, ep52

- Kgang, meta grumbling, the inheritance arc

- KHR general, merch, akihabara

- Ken, icons, ep53

- Tsuna/Mukuro, rp shenanigans/shitposting, torturing mukuro with the idea of a loving relationship

- Ken, icons, ep54

- Ken, icons, ep55

- Ken, icons, ep57/58

- Ken, icons, ep60

- Ken, icons, ep61

- Squalo, shitposting, in a shark’s mouth

- Chikusa, screencaps, ken!

- Chikusa, screencaps, sadface

- Ken, icons, ep62

- Ken, icons, ep63-65

- Chikusa, screencaps, gum

- KHR general, shitposting, mukurowl

- Chrome, screencaps, love her

- Ken, icons, ep89/90

- Chikusa, screencaps, annoyed

- Chikusa, screencaps, glasses

- KHR general, icons, 9000+ icons of most characters

- Ken, icons, ep91

- Kgang, shitposting, snapchats

- Aria and the Cervello, meta/theory, the Cervello were part of the Giglio Nero

- Chikusa and Ken, shitposting, if a demon possessed me...

- Mukuro, rp shenanigans, physical affection

- Chikusa and Ken, shitposting, what’s up u depressed bastard

- Cervello, art?, fashion

- Chikusa and Ken and Chrome, shitposting, gay culture

- Chrome, art, fashion

- Kgang, shitposting, free trip to the town jail!

- Shitt P, art, fashion

- chikusa and ken, shitposting, calming down

- Adelheid, art, fashion

- Chikusa and Ken, shitposting, nearbi

- Squalo, art, fashion

- Chikusa and Ken, shitposting, carnivore

- Haru, art, fashion

- Chikusa and Ken, shitposting, murder

- M.M., art, fashion

- Kgang, screencaps, teasing

- Chikusa, screencap, pretty boy

- Chikusa, screencap, sigh

- Hibari and Mukuro, shitposting, spotted

- Ken, icons, ep144

- Shitt P and Gokudera, shitposting, smacking a horse

- Chikusa, screencaps, battle ready

- Shitt P and Gokudera, screencaps, bnw

- Shitt P and Gokudera, screencaps, tinted

- Chikusa, screencaps, slumped

- KHR general, callie caps, callie watches the primo gen filler

- Mukuro, art, fashion

- Chikusa, screencaps, fighting

- Chikusa, screencaps, plums

- Tsuna, screencaps, yikes

- Chikusa, meta, yoyo combat

- Ken, icons, ep145

- KHR general, shitposting, what the fuck

- Chikusa, shitposting, laying on the floor

- Kgang, screencaps, monster tamer

- Chikusa/Mukuro, shitposting, personality v1

- Chrome/Mukuro, shitposting, personality v2

- Haru/Adelheid, fanfic, magic prompt

- Haru/Adelheid, fanfic, rain prompt

- KHR general, shitposting, what’s going on

- Haru/Adelheid, art, fireworks

- Haru/Adelheid, fanfic, books prompt

- Chikusa/Ken, shitposting, that one person

- Chikusa, art, fashion

- Haru/Adelheid, fanfic, swimsuit prompt

- Yamamoto, shitposting, paladin oath

- Chikusa and Ken, shitposting, you got through everything

- Ken, shitposting, i’m gonna bark at it

- Kgang, shitposting, last time you talked you went to jail!

- Kgang, shitposting, orphan vacation

- Ken, shitposting, chaotic gay

- Ken/Chikusa, shitposting, stay safe

- Ken and Chikusa, shitposting, don’t feel like it

- Ken, shitposting, roll for initiative

- KHR general, merch, perfume

- Chikusa, meta, assassination vs fighting

- Ken, screencaps, experiments

- Kyoko, shitposting, take responsibility

- Kgang, shitposting, ot3

- Kgang, shitposting, intimidating number of orphans

- Chrome and Mukuro, meta, who is the mist guardian?

#james shenanigans #khr #katekyo hitman reborn #reborn!

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