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all-my-ocs-are-evil · 4 months

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more Grojband au drawings and headcanons bc apparently I only like making fanart for fandoms that are non-existent or on the brink of extinction.

(au ramblings after the keep reading)

Relationships

Platonic/Familial:

Lanes and Larry (nickname Lars or Lars Bar) got really close during middle school. They found comfort with each other bc they were in similar situations regarding their crushes. They'd sneak off after band practice to rant to each other about their band leaders and just wallow in self-pity. And that didn't really change as they got older. If anything, they got even closer, acting more like siblings than friends—they even got similar/mirroring piercings to match and wear coordinated outfits—, constantly ranting to or annoying each other at any opportunity. However, their audience doesn't really believe that it's just that (having given both of them the titles of casanovas for dating each other and their band leaders). And neither does Corey. Which, as you can probably guess, often leads being a point of contention between them.

Kim and Konnie: I've made them really close cousins. Why?. Because I can! jk jk but tbch I just wanted to add some variety in the lineup's dynamics. I'm also playing with the idea of one of them being half-white and the other being half-Filipino and having them be raised in different households to see how that would affect the different ways in which they'd interact. They are still close like sisters and each other's best friends, they were born on the same day and wear matching hair ties like friendship bracelets, but I want them to have things about them that make them different from being exact copies of their counterparts. However, this is definitely subject to change as I explore the concept more.

Corey and Carrie: acquaintances. Over the years their rivalry has seriously mellowed out and are more or less pleasant with each other. They will tease each other from time to time but that's kind of just what you do when you've known someone as long as they have.

Mina and Trina: Not quite sure where to put this one lol. Their relationship imploded senior year when Mina confessed to her and Trina responded in the worst way possible. Now Mina is doing school abroad and Trina had to repeat her last year. No one really knows what happened but rumor has it that Mina had said something so bad to Trina that it made her completely break. She doesn't hang out with anyone and she rarely, if ever, talks. She spends all her time alone in her room or at her job that nobody is even really sure she has.

Romantic:

Kon and Konnie: they are just happy and cute together. They started hanging out together more during sophomore year when Konnie's gym closed down and she had to go to a new one. They were definitely more awkward at first, they didn't really dislike each other but their friends did so they kind of just...didn't interact, but once they actually started talking they found they got along really well! They would often spot for the other and offer encouragement when working out. Inevitably they caught feelings and tried dating in secret. But that didn't last long (bc ofc it didn't lol) and they got caught. Both bands were more irritated than mad but eventually got over it.

Kin and Kim: a bickering old married couple. they are constantly 'breaking up' and then getting back together the next day. They are snarky and live for drama and gossip. They both think that the other is more in love with them and can control them bc of it. In reality, they are both equally whipped for each other but refuse to admit it. They constantly 'fight' to show that they aren't in love then somehow always fail miserably every time. They haven't made their relationship public and hopefully never will. They like having their fans think they're single and that if they found out it would ruin their images as the mysterious prince and princess of their respective groups. The bands' reactions to them range from exasperated eye rolls to mocking laughter.

Larry (yes, I'm sticking to calling him Larry) and Carrie: ??? Larry adores Carrie and she knows this. He makes it very clear and is willing to do almost anything for her. But how Carrie feels for Larry is unclear, at least that's what he says to Laney. She will treat him like a best friend and they'll hang out alone without problem, but she will have this weird distance about her that she doesn't close. That is until the cameras come on. During interviews and shoots, she will pull him close to her and say things that can be easily interpreted and romantic, but when asked to specify she will laugh and deflect the question. Then, once the cameras are off, she goes right back to being distant. He is unsure whether or not she actually likes him romantically or is just refusing to clarify for the sake of the band, but he'll lean into her touch whenever or wherever it's given. He seems to have come to terms with this being their dynamic and just...goes with it. There is one thing he knows for certain, he loves her and regardless of whether or not she cares for him romantically, he will stay by her side no matter what. Oddly enough, whenever the topic of Larry and Laney's relationship is brought up, Carrie refuses to talk about it. To be honest, she'll act like she has no idea what they're talking about and bluntly steer the conversation towards literally anything else.

Laney and Corey: Contradictory. Laney has essentially given up on forming a romantic bond with Corey. However, her actual feelings don't seem to have gotten the memo. She still cares for him so much it hurts. So much so that she's come to terms with the fact that she will never be able to be with anyone romantically because of it. Laney used to love the high of being in love, floaty and light, and now she feels more like a suffering addict, lost and panicked. She drowns in every touch and caress given to her but at the same time feels burned and scorned every time she realizes how simple and platonic they are. She can't blame him for not liking her back, but she's come to resent him for it. Just a little bit. She sometimes even wishes she had never met Corey. Constantly thinking about the life she could have had had she not been pulled into the living whirlpool that was Corey. She loves him, and he doesn't know it. But he holds her closer than anyone else. He is possessive of her and her attention. Whenever it's directed towards someone else, Larry especially, he pulls her back into him and refuses to let her go. This makes it even more unlikely for her to move on, in fact, it makes her angry. They argue about it often.

I have the beginnings of several scenes that explore these relationships and stuff but I'm not too sure I wanna share them just yet ^^; (my creative writing skill is a bit more than a little lacking lol)

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skulljackxiii · 5 days

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GrojBand Comeback Tour - Kin Kujira

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Note: When looking back at the show and remembering what Kin was like, he didn't feel that much different than his brother, but I guess that was part of why they got along so well. Anyways I thought that in this version, he plays more in his role as a genius, where he's more dedicated and prideful towards his intellect. Of course I'm still keeping him as a weird and hyper personal so that he easily goes along Corey's and his brother's antics, but he flips a switch when it comes to his projects. Let's say that something goes wrong with one of his inventions or if something offends his knowledge, he would be go on a tirade and start cursing left and right when he's alone, though comedically he would immediately calm down in front of his friends as if nothing happened. He never directly goes off or shown to have any kind of hostility towards anyone, but there is only one exception, Kim. Whenever Kin sees Kim, they both can't help themselves but get hostile and have this kind of pissing contest against one another to see who was more smart. Kin doesn't exactly know why he's so honest when it comes to Kim or how she gets on his nerves so quickly and the same could be said about her as well, the only one that seems to get a clue is Konnie.)

Role: Kin is one of the key members of Grojband, taking the many vital roles as the band's keyboardist, audio technician, and remixer; many of the final music productions is almost entirely relied on him. Along side that, with his knowledge of science and machines, he's also relied as the band's auto-mechanic for the maintenance and repairs for their tour bus.

Bio: Kin lived in Japan most of his life with her brother Kon and the rest of the Kujira Family, along with another named the Kagami Family. Parents of both families were inseparable friends who spent many years together, thus he and his brother grew up knowing the children of the other family, Kim and Konnie. Kin was fond with Konnie and treated her like family, but for he couldn't quite get along with Kim. Whenever he saw her, he would start to flare up and butt heads with her over every little thing, especially when it came to academics. This is because unlike Kim, Kin was not born as a prodigy, in fact he did quite poorly in school to a point where at times even his brother would have better grades than him. It bothers him at times, especially when he compares himself to a natural born genius like Kim, but that didn't discourage him from improving his mind. Kin has always prided himself with learning and especially towards things he didn't know or quite understood.

For years, he constantly studied, analyzed, and improved all his effort in order to surpass Kim and show that his hard work could overtake her natural born talent; though she didn't make it easy and would gloat whenever she came out on top. As this continued, Kin would only grow from all his failures until one day he finally did it and beat Kim in a subject, that being music. His hard work paid off and since then both him and her would go back and forth trying to out due the other in all kinds of fields. Despite whatever awards or recognition either one gained from their rivalry, they didn't pay heed as they solely focused on one thing, each other.

One day, his parents were informed to be transferred overseas for work, so the Kujira Family, along with the Kagami Family, moved to America. With his weird personality, it didn't take long for Kin to get along with people in his first couple of days. He was quite the busybody as so many people tried to get him into so many after school clubs and communities due to his dedication and intelligence. But the one that finally got him was actually a band from his brother's classmate, Corey Riffin. Kon wanted them to play music together since Kin already accumulated many music awards from being a ceremonial pianist and a composer. He was hesitant at first, but after hearing Kon out some more and finally meeting Corey, he was more than willing to join up. After meeting Corey in person and hearing his dreams, his words resonated with Kin and made him really want to see what he'll do next.

#total drama #total drama island #tdi #fanart #grojband #total drama fanart #kin #kin kujira

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butchdykekondraki · 18 days

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clef taking konnys coat was probably to make his own nest after kon faked her death i think

#kon 100% took at least a couple of her partners coats w/ her when she left #i think they just all assumed they were lost somewhere inside her closet or something #wouldve felt wrong taking them back after she loved them so much #so they just left them there like a final gift for her #speaking.mp4

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rottingraisins · 2 years

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🔫 tell us more about the chickens

They're 6 new hampshire reds and 2 orphingtons that clef claims are hampshires also that are just kind of fat to cover up the fact he stole them from a close-by farm. All hens, all named after classic rock icons; clef insists he gets to overrule kon when it comes to naming them bc he hatched the original hen, Alice Cooper (Alice Coop-er haha konny get it), from a grocery store egg and thus sees himself as their collective patriarch. Kon is extremely dad-who-didnt-want-pets about them

#hc tag #you all Will look at my chicken lore #hes holding jimi hen-drix btw. in the pic #clefdraki

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finiffy · 10 months

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Why does the image make it look like Konnie is either pissed or disgusted by the fact that you made him into one of those kinds of mousepads? Lol

Dont worry Kon just has a resting bitch face. I made him into a marketable plush mousepad, his big naturals are resting my wrists

#fin answers #bunny-kittens-studio

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peacevillespinkstar · 1 year

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Peaceville's Pink Star

A GrojBand Fan Blog, run by @thunderstomm

On this account, posts regarding GrojBand, as well as my GrojBand fanfiction, Peaceville's Pink Star, can be found! Content will include links to story updates, fanart for GrojBand, screenshot edits, and much more!

ABOUT PEACEVILLE'S PINK STAR: After six months of being under house arrest, Trina Riffin is finally free. She's ready to take back her social life, and the popularity she sees herself as deserving. Her temper is only getting worse, and she refuses to let it get in her way. Until it does. After her worst "Diary Mode" yet, Trina discovers something new about herself, and plans to abuse that power it comes with. ☆ It's been six months since Grojband saved the world, and Corey Riffin feels like nothing could stop his high. He's finally freed himself from writer's block, and thanks to the band's newfound fame, he's got new gigs left and right. Still, he can't help but feel bad for his older sister. In an attempt to fix their bond, Corey tries to spend time with his sister after her house arrest ends, but things start to go wrong, and the whole world may be put in danger, again.

Thanks For Coming Out Everyone!

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elvesandlanterns · 1 year

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Kon’s Interlude - Ghost Helpline

Warning: depictions of war, meat eating and throwing up

Konstelacio tries to leave the Watchtower as soon as she entered it. She tried. Two hours later she leaves and erases the summoning circle behind her. She hopes they never call her again as she teleports home.

She has enough energy to teleport it’s fine.

She lands on her ass and stares at the pink carpet. Ugh. Everything in her corner of the house was too fucking bright right now.

“Hello!!! I’m back!!!! … Guys? … Dad?”

Throb. throb. throb.

Bile burned its way up her throat.

Was this it ? Did they leave me? Did Uncle Dan tell them how she’d managed to fuck up without even trying?

“Bbblluubbb???”

Oh a blob ghost.

Right a blob ghost, “Hahaah I’m an idiot of course daddy wouldn’t leave me.” They wouldn’t leave me. At least not Dad and that was enough. It had to be enough.

“Bbbllubbb. Bbb. B. Blurrrb.”

“Haha right! Thanks for sending me the message! Tell dad I love him and can’t wait to see him! And Billy if Billy’s back by now make sure to give him a big soggy hug for me okay!”

“Bbblubb!!” The little slimy looking ball swished its head to hers in what was most likely meant to be a love tap but ended up little more that the creature splaying itself entirely onto her forehead. It left, Violet felt lonely.

Lonely and dumb. How could she forget her family was moving into their new house today?

It explained where everyone was, the empty fridge and missing items. Right, Dad needed this move. He needed, well Violet wasn’t sure what he needed exactly but Dandy said he did. And Violet trusted Dandy. She trusted him with this at least. It was enough.

She smelled something rotting in her nose.

It was enough.

She walked back to her room and looked around. Nobody had packed her things. Her throat burned. She’d fill a bag tomorrow and figure it out.

She laid down in her bed in her room of her dads house.

// “This is mine? Really mine? It’s too pretty. What if I break it?”

“It’s yours, it’s okay. If it breaks I’ll buy you a new one baby I am rich remember?”

“This room is mine too?”

“Yes of course.”

“What it I break it to? What if I break it on purpose.”

“I’m giving it to you, no strings attached. If breaking everything in your room makes you happy then do it. I won’t be mad, because it’s yours okay?”

“Are you mine too then, Dad? You’re mine?”

“Yes”

“What if I break you to?”

“I’ll heal.” //

Konstelacio’s breathing slowed, eyes drooping. It was more than she had ever had before. I was more than she deserved. She smiled cuddled up to her mountain of stuffed animals. It was enough.

—- —- —-

Konner, Conner, Kon-El, Superboy, clone, Kon, clone, Konny, clone, clone boy, it.

So yeah Konner got it. Kon (ha!) stelacio had a write to be upset at Constantine for calling her something she didn’t like. She had apparently asked him not to and he had. Apart of Conner hoped Constantine got cursed. That guy was an asshole.

He gets the snapping defeat of her name, the anger. Conner knew anger well. Something about her made his insides twist. Something in her voice screaming, help me help me something is wrong. He shakes his head and decides to tell Black Canary about it at therapy.

It took a lot of time, and a lot of therapy for Conner to feel okay with himself. With his looks, his voice. Being a clone left him with a lot of self doubt about everything. Where did Superman end and Conner start?

Superboy thought back on the bargaining the league had done over the cure for Vampires Fog and couldn’t help but laugh. Well it was nice to know he at least had a soul in which to barter with now.

Conner gave himself a once over in the mirror before floating out the door. Time for a date with Tim.

—- —- —-

// War was surprisingly boring. When not fighting for their lives all war mounted up to was waiting. Waiting for the next battle, waiting for a chance to wash your bloody clothes, waiting for new orders, waiting for food, waiting for resources, waiting, waiting, waiting. War was boring.

General Dan was angry today. They didn’t have food … again. Violet wasn’t allowed to go hunting and Klarion had decided to stay with her. The mix species battalion had decimated the surrounding area for food a week ago.

Klarion was use to emotional hunger, the physical ache in his stomach rendering the talkative sprite speechless.

Billy was use to physical hunger just fine, telling them stories of Faucet cities kind people with a smile but something about the lack of food had begun to make him twitchy.

Violet was use to both kinds of hunger, so it didn’t matter.

“Billy’s back!!! Violet get up! Look he brought food!”

“There you guys are! Here eat up!”

The trio sat down near their tent. It’s natural for demons to eat meet uncooked, Violet had told Billy multiple times. She didn’t want to be a bother. Half the meat was burnt, no bones and definitely no blood.

Violet ate three bowls anyway. The meat was vividly red enough to play off as blood. It was chewy and sweet and charred in a way the stuck to the back of her throat. It smelled weird and familiar. Then again all burning flesh smelled familiar.Pieces of it kept getting stuck in the back of her throat. Meat wasn’t usually sweet like this. It was juicy, the demons mouth watered as she wondered.

How did they get this? She almost couldn’t believe they had found more game in the woods. It was sweet, Violet knew a type of sweet meat. Sweet blood. Were…. Were they eating a vampire?

Klarion finish off one before looking out into the forest and grimacing.

“Billy Billy you need to eat to!!! You’re a human you need to eat.”

“Of course Vi I am don’t worry. It’s delicious! Some of my best cooking yet. Mmm yum it’s great.”

Right they couldn’t be eating a vampire, humans can’t do that. Whatever Klarion was probably couldn’t eat vampires ether.

Klarion followed Billy’s lead “Yumming and oooing” until the little demonling finished off two more bowls.

Billy stood up to wash the bowls. The air shifted allowing the girl to get a good wiff of the blood on humans pants.

“Horse blood? Are the horses okay? What happened?”

The trio had grown close to their steeds, gifts of their political party, riding them gave the kids an illusion of freedom. Combing, feeding and playing with them had helped the days go faster.

Violet got up and began to look - really look around the campsite. “Billy? Billy? Where’s Fireball? You took him with you hunting right were is he?”

A look crossed both of the boys faces, Klarion downed his tea like it was alcohol. Maybe it was.

“General Dan is bringing the horses back in few hours Vi Vi don’t worry about it.”

True to his word, General brought the horses back and Violet understood were all of the bones must have went.

Everything tasted like ash until the war was over.//

Violet woke up puking.

She wanted her dad, her dad was in Gotham.

She teleported.

#danny phantom #batman #justice league #dc x dp #dp x dc #redeemed vlad #ghost helpline #billy batson #@busterkeel #@alikoyuii #@mayoota blog1 #@roseisred #@starkcravingmad #@icedbluesoul #@vixen uichah #@mimilikey #@dodekakophonie #@tonystarkstripper #fireball the horse

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scpwiki-official · 3 months

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hate hate hate that we cant call kondraki kon or konny in our head anymore

#fuck god fuck

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witharsenicsauce · 2 years

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Chosen Stories From The War Chapter 47: More Broken Than Most

“You. Me. In private. Now.”

Senuna’s words had not left much need for interpretation. Kon-Mai had no choice but to obey as she followed the Commander to the nearby tent, away from Drakaina and Aisha who stood staring after her. She wanted to turn back and look at them, but even with her back to her, Kon-Mai could feel Senuna watching her every move.

Senuna opened the tent flap and stepped in, nearly letting it fall on Kon-Mai’s face. She stared at the back wall like it was a window, anger radiating off of her.

“Do you intend to undermine me?” She asked quietly.

“No, Madam.” Kon-Mai said quietly, trembling no matter how she tried to stop herself. Senuna wasn’t the Elders. Senuna wouldn’t hurt her.

Would she?

Senuna turned and met Kon-Mai’s gaze. Her blue eyes burned like a star. “Are you trying to make me look like a fool? I cannot have my own soldiers desert me, Kon-Mai.”

“I am aware.” Kon-Mai nodded. “That wasn’t my intention.”

“And yet you knelt.” Senuna hissed. “You knelt. Before her, like she was your leader.” Senuna crossed her arms. “We may be allied with the Horde, but I am still your Commander.”

“Drakaina is my mother.”

“I heard.” Senuna snapped. “I’m happy you’ve found her but my point still stands: you work for me. That is an XCOM insignia on your armor, and I sincerely hope it stays there.” Her eyes softened just the slightest bit. “...I know the pain you must have gone through without her. There are many from my old life I yearn to see again. I am in a similar situation to you…” She ran one hand over the other, lingering on her ring finger. “But as long as we are at war, I am your Commander, and you take orders from me. You do not bow to regional warlords.”

“She is not a warlord, Commander.” Kon-Mai protested. “She leads warriors that have crushed ADVENT as much as we have.”

“I don’t care.” Senuna hissed. “She. Is. Not. The. Commander. I. Am.”

Kon-Mai stiffened, sensing she wasn’t going to get any further with this. “May I interact with Drakaina?” She asked. “Not as my superior, but as a remnant of my past?”

Senuna’s eyes flared.

“Commander.” Kon-Mai said softly, using the voice she used when she needed to placate her Elder mother. “My life, my human life, was stolen from me. I remember so little, would you deny me even this…? The love of my true mother?”

With those words, Senuna seemed to falter, and her temper quickly cooled. “...you may talk with her, Kon-Mai. You may ride with her, even fight with her. But my orders shall always override hers.” She looked up. “...I’m sorry. You’re a good soldier, Konnie. I just don’t want Drakaina snatching you up from under me.”

“That will not happen, Commander. My brothers still remain under your command, after all. And I would never leave them.” She began to turn but then waited a moment.

The Commander waved her hand. “Good. Dismissed.”

As Kon-Mai slipped back out of the tent, Senuna pressed her fingers to her temples.

Malinalli was holding tight to Dhar-Mon’s hand as they stumbled into the open air. She gasped as they reached the surface once again, leaning over with her hands on her knees.

Neither of them spoke for a moment, still reeling from what they had seen down in the bowels of the mines.

It was Dhar-Mon who finally broke the silence. “We must tell the others.”

Malinalli nodded silently. She was biting her lip so hard, blood filled her mouth. “...We should have taken them with us.”

“We would have risked death ourselves.” He said, reaching for her hand. “The radiation surrounding those crystals would have melted us down with the poor souls in there.”

Malinalli said nothing in response.

Dhar-Mon grabbed her shoulders and pulled her close into a tight hug. “Let us return. Senuna must be made aware of what is happening.”

“And what is happening, Brother?”

The two of them looked up in shock as a lithe figure landed gracefully in front of them, a shit-eating grin on his face.

Dhar-Mon groaned. “You pick the worst times to join us, Brother.”

“Yes yes yes, my senses are truly impeccable, I can sense when something is amiss.” He chuckled. “But you two look like you’ve seen a ghost. Or several. What happened?”

Malinalli buried her face in Dhar-Mon’s chest.

“...Hey.” Gur-Rai’s smile faded. He looked past them at the mine. “...What’s in there, Dhar-Mon?”

“Treason and genocide.” He growled. “I shall explain on the way. Come, we must alert Senuna that Drakaina is not to be trusted.”

Deft hands traced through Kon-Mai’s long hair, weaving it into an intricate braid. Fine curls were swept aside and pulled tightly into coils that sat against her shoulders. The knot was intricate and familiar, and as Drakaina pulled on her hair gently, Kon-Mai almost felt like she was no longer Chosen.

“You always had such fine hair.” Drakaina chuckled. “It was so curly back then.”

Kon-Mai smiled as Drakaina mused on their shared past. “Tell me more about it. What was I like as a child?”

“You were quiet. Respectful. Always so obedient. Never questioned orders, rarely raised your voice unless it was a battle cry.” Drakaina pulled the braids forward so they fell over Kon-Mai’s shoulders. “There was no warrior better than you.”

Kon-Mai nodded, a warmth in her chest as she closed her eyes. “...I wish I could remember.”

“ADVENT buried your memories when they took you from me.” Drakaina gripped her shoulders. “But the imprint is always there. Nothing is ever really forgotten.”

“I remember a bit. I used to be able to shoot so well.” Her hand went to her lazy eye, trying to feel the difference between the two. “I do not know why they took that away.”

“Undoubtedly, to not step on the toes of your precious brother.” Drakaina hissed. “The Marksman, is it?”

“The Hunter, but he does not-”

“The Hunter was their ranged warrior. They built you in shortsightedness, not realizing that a true warrior needs to see the eagles flying as much as the blades in the grass.”

Kon-Mai stood and checked her reflection in the polished stone. Her hair had been pulled into four small braids, and then each pair pulled back into respective ponytails that lay over her shoulder. While she admired the simple design, Drakaina stepped around and reached up, pinning a green Elerium charm to the end of one, then the other.

“For luck.” She looked up with shifting, excited eyes at Kon-Mai. “How different you are now. But I have no doubt you will still honor us. Monkh.”

Kon-Mai hesitated. “...My old name?”

“Of course.” Drakaina said proudly. “I gave you that name. Do you remember what it means?”

Kon-Mai remembered seeing it written in old Mongolian script. The twirling characters carved into bone. “Eternal.” She finally responded. “It means ‘eternal.’”

“You are eternal, minii okhin.” She said assuredly, glancing back at Kon-Mai as she did. Her eyes were low and dark, and Kon-Mai could not read her expression as she spoke. “We shall avenge your violation at the hands of the invaders. Tonight their city will burn.”

Kon-Mai looked up at Drakaina in shock. “What of the civilians?”

Drakaina blinked. “Oh yes. They shall be spared, of course, and absorbed into our tribe. We shall need more hands, more warriors, to continue our fight.”

There was the rustle of movement outside, and Aisha entered the tent. “Khatun.” She bowed and looked over to Kon-Mai. “Jinong.”

Kon-Mai held up a hand. “There’s no need to bow, Aisha. You are still Jinong.”

Drakaina sucked in her breath. “...Well.” She chuckled. “Perhaps we can decide on that later.”

“What do you mean?” Kon-Mai asked.

“Now that you are here, you can retake your rightful place at my side.” Drakaina nodded. “And there is no need for Aisha to maintain the title of Jinong. You can always name her your Jinong when you take the title of Khatun, Monkh, should that day ever come.”

“You speak as though I am to stay.”

“Well I assumed you were. After all this time being separated, having just found you…” Drakaina pressed a hand to Kon-Mai’s cheek. “...Is this topic distressing to you?”

Kon-Mai reached for Drakaina’s hand and found her own cheek was wet with tears. “No, Khatun, I simply need some time…” She cleared her throat. “Perhaps to become reacquainted with the Horde, with my people. I’ve been away from it all for so long…”

“I understand.” Drakaina turned to Aisha. “Prepare my horse and hers. We shall go for a hunt.”

“Will I accompany you?” Aisha asked quietly.

“Of course you will.” Kon-Mai said quickly. “It was you who showed me my way home, Aisha.”

Drakaina looked sideways at Kon-Mai. “Already taking charge.” She muttered. “Like a true Khatun.”

“They’re not back yet?” Senuna put her head in her hands.

“Sunny, I’m sure they’re fine.” Bradford pressed a hand to her shoulder. “Dhar-Mon has come a long way, he’s definitely powerful enough to handle himself.”

“Himself and Malinalli as well?” She spat. “If they’re attacked and someone gets between them, she’ll be defenseless and he will be outnumbered!”

“Sun, she’s not defenseless, remember?” Bradford gave her a look. “Her powers-”

“Don’t lecture me.” She snapped, getting to her feet. “Those two will give me a heart attack by 120. I was happy when they found each other, goodness knows I could feel them pining from miles away and Dhar-Mon…Dhar-Mon needs someone to love him…” She trailed off. “...One day I’ll forgive myself.”

“Sunny.” Bradford came up behind her and put a hand on her shoulder. “He doesn’t even remember.”

“And that’s what kills me.” She admitted. “He doesn’t remember me. You. Moira or Raymond or Guillermo or-”

Bradford took her by the shoulders. “You did everything you could.” He assured her. “You tried too hard to save him.”

“I’m a mother.” She chuckled. “It’s in my nature.”

“Right. But you gotta let it go.” He pressed a hand to her cheek. “Maybe one day he’ll remember. Maybe we’ll tell him. But in order to do anything you gotta give yourself the grace of knowing you did what you could.”

Senuna hesitated, then sighed. “He’ll likely want to know soon. With Kon-Mai opening this bag of worms…” She groaned. “Just what we needed, old memories resurfacing, and knowing Drakaina she’ll try to convince Konnie to stay.”

“Well, we don’t know Drakaina.” Bradford sat back down. “You know the assault, you don’t have to go through with it. Call it off if you think it’s too risky.”

“No…” She leaned against the window and stared out over the steppe. “This is larger than petty feuds. This planet needs a protector, and it has to be us. Even if we don’t always get along.” She chuckled. “Reminds me of you and Volk.”

“Wrong. I actually like Volk.” Bradford chuckled. “Speaking of, we should touch base with him and the Reapers.”

“We should. Where is he now?”

“Probably chatting it up with Drakaina.” Bradford sighed, staring out the window.

“Well. At some point we should remind him who the Commander is.”

“What else do you remember?” Drakaina asked as their horses strolled lazily across the plain. “I assume ADVENT completely wiped your memories of the Horde. Of me.”

Kon-Mai nodded, patting Nergui on the neck gently. “I had no memory of you for nine years.” She admitted. “At that time, Vox Abyzou was my mother.”

Drakaina practically hissed, startling her white horse. “A demon. A child-stealing demon is what she is. She took you and she took Volk’s son as well, tainting you both. And I fear the taint will never come away.”

Kon-Mai paused. “I…will likely be a hybrid forever.”

Drakaina nodded. “Well that, and the torture she put you through. I see it in your eyes, in the inky blackness of your sclera. She broke you, okiin, and I can’t fix you.”

Kon-Mai fell quiet, her hands trembling as she tugged the reins slightly.

“But we are all broken a little.” Drakaina sighed. “You are just more broken than most.”

“I’m glad you’re still here then, to fix me.” Kon-Mai turned and gazed out over the plains, closing her eyes. “...What of my father?”

Drakaina seemed to falter, looking at Kon-Mai with white eyes full of fear. Then she sighed.

“He was a rogue type. Came to us when the Horde was small. I had never allowed myself to be captured, and many of my early warriors were like him: people who saw through the alien’s lies. People who fled.”

Kon-Mai listened with interest. “Did he look like me?”

“Of course. You were a full five skin shades darker than me, Monkh, you had to get that from somewhere.” She chuckled. “He left after you were born. He never wanted you.”

Kon-Mai’s heart dropped.

“He said I should leave you in the plains to die. A child was merely a liability. And to think I almost listened.” She chuckled. “But I didn’t, and now you’re here. I bet you’re thankful for that.” Drakaina finished her sentence with a laugh.

Kon-Mai smiled despite the sick feeling in her stomach.

“Oh. I’ve upset you…” Drakaina reached over and took Kon-Mai’s hand. “You were a blessing when you came to me. And you are still a blessing now, Monkh. This I promise you.”

“Are you certain?” Kon-Mai felt like a child for asking.

“I am. Your presence with us is a gift.” Drakaina brushed some of Kon-Mai’s hair back. “Let no one tell you otherwise.”

As Drakaina rode ahead, Kon-Mai looked out at the plains once again. She blinked, and felt the cold night air hitting her cheeks as she sprinted through wet grass.

“You’re sure that’s what you saw?” Gur-Rai asked. "What I mean is--I mean I'm not doubting you!" “Except you are.” Malinalli snapped. “We know what we saw!”

“Alright, alright, don’t get all up in a fuss.” Gur-Rai sighed. “But you understand if we walk into the camp claiming that the caves are filled with ghouls and ghosts decrying the name of Drakaina, we might not get many people on our side.”

“The people must know.” Dhar-Mon said simply.

“I know they must know, Brother, but look at it this way. Your own priests were willing to string you up because the Elders commanded it. Authority has more power over humans than we like to admit.”

Malinalli hugged herself, her feet dragging on the rocky ground. “...So do we keep quiet?”

“Oh I’m not saying that.” He said, stroking over Tyche’s fluffy neck feathers. “We just have to be clever about this. Can’t give away our hand all at once. And to go all in now is just foolish.”

“We could inform the Commander.” Dhar-Mon said.

“It’s a start, but know what I suggest? We get our beloved sister in on this.” Gur-Rai said. “The Khatun likes her, maybe a little too much. If anyone can sneak a knife between those skinny shoulder blades, it is her.”

“What do I think of the Commander?” Volk took a swig of his vodka. “To be honest, Kaina...she’s a bitch.”

“I noticed.” Drakaina chuckled. Kon-Mai had retired to Aisha’s tent for the time being, so the two could get changed and prepare the evening meal together. Drakaina, in the meantime, had returned to her throne where Volk was waiting with a bottle of hard liquor and a need for gossip.

“Ever since she got out of that tank, she acts like she owns the whole damn world.” He swirled his drink in his cup. “Undermines my authority constantly.”

“She’s a legend.” Drakaina said, then held up her hand. “And legends are never like they say. You’re right to be wary.”

“I wish we hadn’t gotten split up in the chaos.” Volk admitted. “Wish you and I could have made the Reapers together.”

“Your path led you elsewhere.” Drakaina assured him, standing and moving down the long row of statues. “Mine led me to my ancestors.”

“Yeah…” Volk coughed loudly. “You know I didn’t even realize you were Buryat for the longest time.”

Drakaina was silent. “It still runs in my veins.” She assured him. “Diluted, yes, by seven generations. But it’s still there and it still calls to me.” She reached up and touched the boots on the statue of Ogdei Khan. “You wouldn't understand, Kostas.”

“Hey…” He chuckled. “I think I can take a guess.”

She shook her head. “It isn’t the same.” Her hand fell to her side again.

Volk pursed his lips. “I’ll say though, never expected you to have a kid.” He tried to change the subject. “I’m so sorry for what happened to her. What they did…”

“She might not remember now, but she will.” Drakaina assured him. “And Monkh is a good girl, very loyal. And the greatest fighter I’ve ever known.”

“Well she’s got half your DNA.” He paused at Drakaina’s obvious discomfort. “...Or not…”

She crossed the room quickly and sat, leaning over the arm of the chair so her face was inches from his. “This does not leave this room.” She hissed.

“I knew something was off.” Volk nodded. “You always said pregnancy looked miserable.”

“Indeed. Monkh, the girl who would become Monkh, was a wayward child I plucked from the steppe.” Drakaina elaborated. “We found her half dead in the snow, she looked as though she’d been running for days.”

“From where?”

“From an ADVENT city center? Or a haven that was burned? I honestly cannot say; she was thin as a twig and her feet were almost raw to the bone.” She sat back. “She spoke mostly Chinese when we found her, but in her fever, as she slept, she called out in a different language. Perhaps Japanese? It sounded so different.”

“Bit of a walk from Japan to here. Maybe she came from a city center in China?”

“She would not say, or maybe could not. It was all incomprehensible.”

“Did she have a name?” Volk asked. “Before Monkh, I mean.”

“Monkh was the closest thing we could make out. Obviously her name was different.” Drakaina shook her head. “But it does not matter anymore. Her name is Monkh now.”

“Actually it’s not.” Volk chuckled. “She’s not even human anymore.”

Drakaina glared at him, but did not protest. She sank into the bony frame of her throne, holding out her glass for Volk to pour her another drink.

It was like muscle memory, Kon-Mai thought, as she cut the meat into strips. Aisha was to her left, separating out some of the fresher vegetables they had taken from the convoy they had raided before. She seemed distracted but when Kon-Mai caught her eye, she smiled.

“It’s been a while since we’ve done this together.” Aisha said quietly.

“A decade.” Kon-Mai nodded. “I believe I taught you how to make bread…when we had wheat to spare.”

“Haven’t really made it since then.” Aisha looked back to the vegetables in her lap. “The ground is so hard now, everything we plant in it dies…” She shook her head. “No, sorry, I shouldn’t complain. Plus look at the food we DO have!”

“You’re an excellent hunter.” Kon-Mai chuckled. “I raised you well I see~”

“I learned from the best~” Aisha winked. “We should hunt together more often. I rarely got to go with you before and now…”

“Now we must make up for lost time.” Kon-Mai agreed. “Perhaps when we return home.”

“Are you nervous?”

“I am always nervous before battle.” She admitted. “But that fear is necessary, and I use it to ground myself, to reflect on what is most important.” She trailed off, images of her transformation still flashing in her mind. It took her a minute to right herself, and after that it took Aisha taking hold of her shoulder to bring her fully back.

“Are you alright?”

Kon-Mai nodded. “What is important is my family. Those I have sworn to protect…” Her lips quivered. “And you. I swore to protect you. And I am so sorry I failed in that.”

“No…no, Mai, no.” Aisha embraced her, curling into her arms. “Mai, you did what you could. It wasn’t your fault you were captured. It could have happened to anyone.”

“I know…” She pressed a hand to Aisha’s back. “But it is something I must live with, and remember.”

“Hey…” Aisha pulled away. “Let’s…finish the meal, ok? The ceremony begins at dusk.”

There were voices from outside, and the flap of the tent was brushed aside. “Jinong, the Chosen have returned.” The voice of a male warrior said.

“Oh!” Aisha stood, wiping her hands on a cloth and tossing it back onto the mat. “Have they met with the Commander already?”

“They wish to speak to their sister.”

He looked at Kon-Mai, and she stood, slowly.

“I believe I have some explaining to do.”

Silence hung in the air when Kon-Mai finished her story. Gur-Rai had been the first to notice the change in her, not just in her clothes and hair but in her mannerisms. She approached them as though she were younger, still a girl, still asking permission from her superiors. She was their little sister after all but…this was unlike her. She was unsure.

Malinalli was making direct eye contact with the floor, and Gur-Rai was scowling toward the leftmost wall. Only Dhar-Mon met her eyes, and he looked sympathetic.

“I understand.” He said. “After the loss of the Elders as our patrons, Sister, I understand why you desire to rekindle this relationship with Drakaina.”

“Would have been nice if you told us before announcing it to the entire clan.” Gur-Rai muttered.

“I know, Brother.” Kon-Mai said softly. “And I’m sorry I failed to. Everything happened so fast, and an answer was demanded of me, and…I got carried away.”

He shook his head. “Fuck it. I’m happy for you, sister.” He assured her, though his assurance sounded…forced. “You found your family.”

“Brother.” She chided gently, approaching him. “YOU are my family. That shall never change.”

“You sure? I’m awfully hard to handle~” Gur-Rai’s smirk hid a deep sadness underneath it.

“Hush now.” She pulled her brother into her arms and squeezed him. “You shall always be my brother. And I, always your sister.” She looked up briefly as Dhar-Mon joined the hug, embracing the two.

“There is still one important matter.” He spoke softly. “What we found in the mines.”

“Yes, I'm not quite clear on that.” Gur-Rai admitted, prying himself from Kon-Mai’s grasp. “But from what I gleaned-”

“There are people trapped down there.” Malinalli admitted. “We could sense them, but there’s like…something blocking it. Like we saw it through a curtain.”

“There was much pain.” Dhar-Mon admitted. “The suffering of a thousand minds, but I have no way of knowing whose, or if anyone is truly down there.”

“If there are people in there, we can’t just leave them.” Malinalli insisted. “They’re alive, at least some of them. The mine is operational, and new people go down there every day! More people could get hurt.”

“This is impossible.” Kon-Mai shook her head. “The mines that are headed by Drakaina? She would never put her people at risk.”

“Maybe they aren’t her people.” Gur-Rai muttered. “Much easier to send slaves to die.”

“The Horde does not own slaves. We-they do everything by hand.” Kon-Mai avoided his eyes, catching herself as he glared at her in shock.

“Horde or not, there are people dying down there.” Malinalli insisted. “And we need to bring it to the attention of the Commander.”

“They may need to hold on a bit longer.” Kon-Mai muttered. “For I hear the hooves of horses.”

A horn sounded from outside.

“And we are going to war.”

Summary: In this chapter, Kon-Mai inquires to Drakaina about her old life. While Drakaina tells her stories about her birth and her father, she later reveals to Volk that these were lies: Drakaina found Kon-Mai as a lost child years ago, and she is not Drakaina’s biological daughter. There is much speculation about what Malinalli and Dhar-Mon found in the mines, but Gur-Rai promises to help them get to the bottom of it--and expose how Drakaina is behind it all.

Happy Halloween everyone! I’m glad to finally get this one out for your guys, health issues are a real bitch so thank you all for being patient with me! Next chapter? We’ll be getting into the Final Battle.

BIG thanks to @grace-kohai for being my lovely beta reader and also the most patient human being in existence. I love you bestie!

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