#Ronin Fanfiction

[sweeneydino]

Note to self: reading TLRBADA by @melonpalooza makes you an aw(esome)ful person.

[forgetful-nerd]

I love it when the older iterations of TMNT are aged up in crossover fanfictions, and they just see their younger counterparts and are like:

And it’s even funnier when 2012!TMNT meet their Rise! Counterparts and suddenly the shoe is on the other foot like:

It’s the circle of life. Each younger iteration are babies in the eyes of the older ones.

[angelmichelangelo]

the dad diaries for @turrondeluxe ❤️

if anybody doesn’t know, the peepaw and babies au has TOTALLY taken over my brain like. in the best way possible so of course i just had to write a lil fic for it <3 i hope u like this, amigo! i have other little ideas floating around in my head if you’d ever want more fic version of your au :) anyway enough rambling ENJOY!! everybody go check out the au i’m fairly certain everything is archived on @peepawronin for your enjoyment :-)

His coffee, as strong as it may, didn’t deter the headache that was blossoming behind his tired, weary eyes from expanding; creeping across the front of his skull with each steady pulse of his heartbeat.

He takes another sip, steels himself to see if perhaps the magic he knows does not truly exist has worked and…

“Papa!”

There’s the sound of his youngest, voice thick with babyish chub still, carrying across the lair with determination, tallying around inside his squeezing head like a brash drum cymbal.

Before he can push himself up off his stool, it goes off again, shrill and impatient,

“Papa! Papa! I’m telling!”

That was nothing new for Michelangelo these days, that familiar old phrase, minced with saccharine dramatics, he’s blinking his eyes hard to starve off the rest of the headache that threatens him; the kind that travels down the back of his skull and towards his shell and over his spine and makes him feel about a million years old.

He heaves a sigh. He already feels a million years old these days, what with the trophies of his days gone by evident across his aging body, like his trick knee and the ache he gets in his elbow when it perhaps rains a little too hard. It’s one thing to feel it physically, but the added bonus of it being emotional as well weighs just a touch too heavy for his liking.

He comes to a stop in the pit where the sounds are louder and more pitchier, and there’s two little turtles to accompany them, faces all pinched into varying degrees of annoyance.

It’s Odyn who reaches him first, as it often is, he’s a daddy’s boy at heart, little tiny legs carrying him the small distance that separates them, he goes barrelling into the larger, older turtle, face first into his pant leg. He’s gripping the edges of the fabric with three little fingers, giving it a sharp tug when he says with a rush of air,

“Papa, Uno is being mean again!” He whines, pressing his snout into Mikey’s leg. “He keeps calling me names!”

Uno has since joined their fray now, chest heaving with each stuttered breath as if the idea of being accused of such a thing is stunting each draw of air into his lungs.

“No I didn’t!” He retorts, voice all pitchy and nasally. Michelangelo groans softly to himself. “He’s just being a baby! Like he always is!”

Such a spiteful word directed towards their youngest is enough to erupt a hurtful sob from the smaller turtle. He buries his face further into his fathers leg, his voice warbled and muffled from both the tears the the mouth full of pant he has right now, but Mikey is able to carefully decipher it of something along the lines of, (in true irony),

“See! He keeps calling me a baby!”

He pries his son’s iron grip off from his leg, forcing him to look upwards with a tap of his finger beneath his damp chin. Fat tears roll down his cheeks, framing his face almost perfectly, he looks at his child sternly.

“You know not to take it to heart, hm? Do you eat baby food and wear diapers?”

Odyn sniffles, bringing a fist up to scrub away at the snot collected beneath his snout.

“No?”

Mikey hums. “And do you chew on furniture and need papa’s help to feed yourself?”

Odyn shakes his head. “No, papa.”

Michelangelo grins softly. “Then you’re not a baby. You know that, I know that.” He looks pointedly at his other son who is unmovable under his gaze. “Uno knows that. He only says it to get a rise out of you, right?”

Odyn’s bottom lip wobbles dangerously. “Yes,” he says in a rush, “but—”

Michelangelo is swift to cut in. “But I will deal with your brother. Okay?”

Odyn doesn’t seem entirely swayed; Michelangelo thinks that maybe he wanted some sort of permission to perhaps say a bad word directed at his brother, or maybe to have it out in a short scrap and there as kind of emotional compensation that only siblings would believe to be a reliable source of insurance against name calling.

But the smaller turtle eventually heaves a heavy, wet sigh, and nods his head solemnly.

“Good. Go play with your sisters,” Michelangelo instructs him, tapping him gently against the ridge of his shell. “I think they’re coloring. Will you make me something pretty?”

That gets his spirits up, the smile beaming across his face so bright, it might as well evaporate his previous tears left behind on his cheeks.

“Okay!” He calls out with delight as he toddles off to join his other, much quieter siblings on the far side of the room. Mikey watches them as they scoot aside and make space for him, offering up a fresh slice of paper, he’s already making grabby hands for the brightest crayons they own.

“He’s always getting me into trouble.”

That’s Uno’s low, forbidding voice, all full of that way too early angst that he recognises from himself and his brothers in their adolescent years, and when Mikey turns to face him, he’s sullen.

He doesn’t wait to hear whatever wisdom his father might be able to offer, instead, his bottom lip is trembling like it’s heavy with the weight of all the words he wishes to say; all the woes and the hurt that comes with having little brothers, and suddenly, with his face drawn in such an expression and his eyes narrowed and his mouth tight, Michelangelo sees a glimpse of Raphael in this child.

“You know, I was the youngest of my brothers,” Michelangelo explains to him. He motions for him to follow as they leave the pit, letting the soft voices of the other children behind them as they walk back towards the kitchen from which he came. “I pulled the same tricks he pulls from time to time.”

Uno pauses his end of conversation to clamber on top of the barstool that wobbles slightly under his swaying weight. Michelangelo steadies it with a hand until his son is fully situated, and once he is, he’s swiveling around to face the older turtle, still sporting the same, sour expression across his younger face.

“Then why’d you let him get away with it?” He says, words barbed, like this was somehow his fault now. “It’s not fair, papa.”

And Michelangelo chuckles softly. There are the glimpses of Donatello that shine through, like bright sunshine filtering through curtains in the early morning in hues of gold – that sharp intellect that constantly comes with its millions of almost unanswerable questions.

“Because I also know what my older brothers were capable of,” he tells him gently. “They did all they could to push my buttons, to get me in trouble. They knew how to play the game without getting themselves a foul.”

Uno heaves a loaded sigh, his plastron rising and falling, his hardened glare seems to melt away a little as he allows his father’s words to soak in.

“I just hate him,” he says suddenly, words dark and low. “He’s so annoying.”

Michelangelo stiffens at that. And at his father’s physical reaction, Uno shrinks a little, aware of what he’d just said; how loaded his words were.

“You don’t hate him.” Michelangelo tells him, Uno’s gaze gingerly lifts to meet his. “You are annoyed by him, yes, but hate is such a strong word, musko-san.”

Uno’s dark eyes flicker across the room with nerves, caught out, he wrings his hands together, as if trying to rid himself of the nervous energy that this conversation was building within him.

“I’m sorry chichi,” he says in a small voice. “That was mean. I don’t hate Uno.”

Michelangelo hums. “I know.” Then, “You know how I know?”

Uno shakes his head.

“The time you taught him kanji,” he begins to list. “Or when he lost a tooth and you soothed him because he was hurt.” He watches with pride as a small smile ghosts across his child’s face. “Or whenever you read to him before bed, even when it’s the stories you have already heard before.”

Uno rubs tiredly at his eyes; all of these emotions are a lot to bear for such a small boy.

“I know you love your brother, Uno,” Michelangelo tells him, tapping a green finger beneath his chin to gather his focus. “I know because I see so much of your oji in your soul.” He smiles warmly at his son. “Each one of them,” he adds, moving his finger down from his face to rest across his plastron, right over where his heart lies. “Right here, hm?”

Uno shifts in his seat, the old, worn barstool groans under his growing weight, he pitches himself as far forward as he can go without toppling off, looking up at his father with big, round curious eyes.

“Really?” He says, voice clinging to an awed whisper.

“Really.” Mikey tells him with a stern nod. “Now go play,” he says quickly, flapping him away with a dismissive hand.

“Papa hasn’t had enough coffee this morning,” he mutters, pinching his eyes narrowly to try and avoid the impending headache that’s crawling back across his skull. “Try not to have anymore arguments until at least late afternoon, yes?”

Uno hops off his seat, almost tripping in the process, he stands tall when he tells him,

“That’s okay!” He’s smiling now. A sight Mikey is sure he’ll never truly tire of, no matter how many headaches life brings. “Maybe I can ask the others if I can draw too, and we’ll make you something nice to make you feel better, hm?”

Michelangelo reaches across the countertops for his discarded beverage from earlier. Curling his fingers around the mug, he finds with welcomed surprise that it’s still warm. “You better,” he tells him with an entirely serious tone surrounding his words, raising one brow ridge for emphasis. “I didn’t spend hours scavenging those crayons for nothing.”

And with that, Uno is padding off in the direction of where his other children are gathered; straining an ear he can hear their excitable chatter and babble as they continue to work together.

And when their eldest sibling joins in, there doesn’t seem to be any lasting animosity; Odyn shows off what he’s already made, pride and excitement swelling over whatever leftover hurt from their spat, and Michelangelo chuckles to himself as he listens to Uno’s gentle encouragement that floats through front the other room.

He brings the coffee mug to his lips, steam curls itself around his snout, and a smile touches at his face, the slightest of turns. He awards himself with another mouthful, and whilst it doesn’t do much to quell his migraine, it does feel deserved.

And later that night, when he has all four of his children growing heavy in his arms, fighting a battle against fatigue that they are bound to lose against, as it is most nights, he watches his as Uno shuffles in closer to his brother, his pudgy little arm draped across the slope of his shell, and Odyn, his jaw slack, drool dried across his chin, his soft snores only just about disturbing the silence that falls across the room, he seems to curl into his brother’s offered warmth and Michelangelo smiles softly to himself.

Here in his lap are his children – the little turtles that call him papa and rush to him to settle disputes and disagreements, and to kiss scraped knees and to devote each of their wobbly crayon drawings to him that end up covering the fridge and the kitchen walls in a decoration of color and love and he knows that even with coffee, even with the best coffee in the world, all of this is worth a thousand bad headaches. Tomorrow might bring peace and tranquility and ease, or perhaps it shall be Yi and Moja that decide to scrap and fight or maybe all four will fall out of love momentarily, as siblings often do.

Michelangelo should know, he’s been one his entire life, even if his brothers are no longer here to push his buttons or fight him or argue over petty, useless things, he knows with great ease, that despite it all, they always found their way back together, whether it was over something big or small – that was the love between brothers and family.

He presses his sleeping turtles closer to him, curling his arms around them, they melt around his warmth and he knows that much like his group of siblings, these four here, were no exception to the same rules.

He closes his eyes and basks in the moment, acutely aware in the moment of quiet, of the headache that has finally shrunk itself away.

[puzzledcretin]

My delightful partner made some art for the new fic I’m writing and I just wanted to share it :3

Thank you @blueskiesofsaturn for the sad turtle man

Now I present…

Time in a Bottle

[dysfunctional-doodle]

The next chapter of Subsidence is out (better late than never, I guess?), and things are…still angsty. What can I say? I love angst.

For those who don’t know, the fic is about the four 2003 brothers getting trapped in a collapsed sewer tunnel, separated and wounded.

It’s basically 10 chapters of angst, so check out the link of the most recent chapter if you’re feeling particularly morbid.

[tacobellabeanburrito]

saw your post about the Steel Samurai parallels in fics and was wondering if you had any recommendations :^))

Well Anon, it looks like you’ve come to the right place because have I got the fics for you!

Now, a lot of fics that do this only do this in the sense of “This is a one-off piece of dialogue and a one-off thought about the Steel Samurai being a mirror to Ace Attorney that probably won’t be mentioned again” and only a couple make it a big plot point, so it’s pretty hard to find and remember what fics do this. The ones that I’ve picked for you are the ones that have the most obvious connection with the Steel Samurai and Ace Attorney, I’ll probably update this again if I find more but these are the ones that I can find at the moment.

Sorry if that made no sense, but here you go!

I have organized them into smut/non-smut, multi/one-shot and finished/on-going so you can pick and choose!

(Also, if you need anymore recommendations for Ace Attorney fanfictions, Anon, just ask because I have read MANY and this is only a small-batch)

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“Written” by Limey

(Smut, Multi-Chapter, Finished)

Was one of the first fanfics I read of Ace Attorney and one of my all-time favorites because of how good it is! It’s about Phoenix accidentally finding Miles’ Steel Samurai fanfiction that’s all based on their dynamics with each other. It’s very popular, so I wouldn’t be surprised if you had read it or heard of it before. But, it does the exact thing I said in my post about having the Steel Samurai be a mirror of Ace Attorney world. Not to mention that it’s just good!

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“To Dust Or To Gold” by HopeStoryteller

(Non-Smut, Multi-Chapter, Finished)

A fic I have bookmarked and am on chapter 2 of (Mostly because it doesn’t keep my interest long enough) This one is about Miles writing Steel Samurai fanfiction and using his dynamic with Phoenix as a helpful tool to characterize the Steel Samurai and the Evil Magistrate, but it’s written in a way that seems like Miles is actually writing it on A3O (When you click on the link, you’ll see what I mean) the story is told through the comments on the fanfiction he writes, at least from what I can tell. (Again, have not finished it) but it seems very good!

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“A Beginner’s Guide On How No To Write Steel Samurai Fanfiction” by ChemoeleonWrites

(Non-Smut, Multi-Chaptered, Finished)

A fic about how a court stenographer uses the trials Miles and Phoenix have as inspiration for her Steel Samurai fanfiction and about how Miles reads said fanfiction. This one, personally, was not my cup of tea when I read it. But it is very good. Recommend it fullheartedly!

That’s about all I have for you right now Anon, I’m sorry I can’t help more but it’s very hard to find fics like this (I’ll have to write some myself if more don’t get written) The worst part is that I probably have more fics that do the whole mirror deal thingy but I have so many Ace Attorney bookmarks and I don’t wanna search through all of them at the moment. But I hope I helped anyway!

(You can find a lot though by just looking up “Steel Samurai” On A3O, those were very easy to find so I didn’t put them on here)

Also, here’s a small ficlet that I like, it’s just a one-shot, but I found it cute.

“It’s Three Am And Maya Is Connecting The Dots” by Dumb-Pen-Ren

-> https://archiveofourown.org/works/33148654

[nani-nonny]

I thought I’d update my pinned so here goes:

Hello! I’m LoneAnon aka Nonny aka LoneAnonon on AO3! My current fixation is Rottmnt, more specifically Future Leonardo (peepaw brainrot) hehe, so a lot of my works as of recent are Future Leo related! Check them out when you can!

Important: my response to ai with my works

Current Work(s):

•WDS or Whispers of Distant Souls aka another F!Leo returns to the past with Casey fic but F!Leo is haunted by his dead brothers. WDS TEASER

•I’m Blue… da ba dee da… aka Reunion, DMD, LCD, and WDS F!Leos collide in one dimension due to a multiverse oopsey (aka aka a silly “what-if” story where my peepaws meet :).)

•(Accidentally) Played American Football With My Newborn aka a silly F!Leo story where he takes a small baby turtle to the past to stop the krang. Never did he think being a single parent would be harder than defeating the krang. (No turtle tots were harmed in the making of the title.) father-daughter fluff snippet

Completed Works:

•DMD AU or Dead Man’s Deal AU a series with an 8-chapter main story and ongoing side stories centered around F!Leo, who returns to the present carrying his heavy guilt that lands him in the Battled Nexus as the Barbarian. DMD Fanart

•Reunion aka a oneshot where F!Leo returns to the past in order to pick up Casey Jones (takes place after the movie).

•LCD or Leonardo Come Down aka a prologue+9-chapter fic where F!Leo returns to the past with Casey (separately) and is hellbent on getting his revenge. Casey is given the task by Michelangelo to stop the Krang and save Leonardo while F!Leo faces the consequences of his actions. LCD fanart aka my pfp

•Setting Sun aka a 5 part short, interactive story where the readers’ decisions can end the story, or discover the details of Mikey’s situation. (Unedited, no beta, silly little dumpster fire aka something bad that you might not want to look away despite how bad it is) AO3 link

•Distorted Mirror aka a 4 chapter rottmnt Leo-centric fic focusing on his role as the leader in silly time travel oopsies. (The oopsies being the future timeline with the krang apocalypse hehe)

•BYMH or Between You and Me and Him aka an ongoing series where you can ask any of my peepaws anything, or tell them you hate love them. [Peepaw multiverse interview] (please state your request as for bymh)

More to see:

Upcoming Works:

•Lost Ronin aka F!Raph returns to the past under “circumstances” and it’s up to the present turtles to solve these “circumstances”.

•Estranged aka an AU where the Hamatos reunite with their long-lost sisters, Jennika and Venus. (Based on the two turtles meant to be introduced in rottmnt future seasons—we were robbed tsk tsk.) Teaser: Two Birds Jennika and Venus appearance

•(possible?) The M-Word aka a 5?-chapter post-Rise-movie angst fic that deals with Raphael’s trauma regarding what he endured in the midst of the invasion.

•(possible?) Inimitable/Spiderweb aka Big Mama imprisons F!Leo to force him to train her upcoming Battle Nexus Champions in exchange for his freedom.

•(possible?) Reunion F!Leo returns to the past once again to provide ultimate peepaw advice and give the kids the reassurance they need.

•I’m In The Wrong AU aka a joke idea where F!Leo goes through the portal to find the key and stop the krang, but he finds himself in a New York unlike the one he knows. Rottmnt x ‘12tmnt crossover

•Mystic Mirror on the wall, who the fuck are those turtles?/A Genius’s Curiosity/Mirror Realm Activities (name still undecided) aka a separated au where Donnie is raised by Draxum, Mikey raised by Big Mama, Raph raised by the Krang and Leo raised by the streets. The turtles are reunited by Donnie aka Subject 03’s newest creation, a mirror that goes beyond its purpose and creates a realm inside its reflection that the turtles use as their escape from reality.

[Tcest DNI]

[Story tags and asks tag below]

[the-writing-trash-panda]

If someone else doesn’t write this then I WILL MAKE time to do it. And to be clear I mean using this as a sort of skeleton of a story.

[bigdvmnhero]

Draxum was there when the last ronin was born. Winter whirled into the world in quick, sleek sheets, blanketing every living thing, as if to say, let us now sleep and never wake.

But something was stirring in the valley. The boy had been standing there for a very long time; Draxum was almost afraid he’d surrendered to the season, too.

Grief-gummed, clumsy like a newborn fawn, Mikey pulled his legs out of the frost and began to walk. He did not turn at the sound of his name. Blue spoke of this often: the long lethal quiet between them where nothing lived for long. 

“Ignoring me as well?” Draxum asked. “Fine. Be a ghost, then. That is what they’re calling you these days anyway. The Last Ronin.”

The footfalls slowed.

“I like it.” Mikey’s voice cracked from disuse. He tilted his head, and snowflakes fell from his half-done ponytail. “Suits me. Don’t you think?”

“They’re calling you masterless. Without kin.” Draxum pulled his coat tighter around his shoulders. “The worst kind of ghost.”

“I intend to be,” Mikey said, and when he lifted his eyes it was the first brilliant, sky-flayed look of something unbowed, something that kept itself alive. “‘Cause I’m going back there, I’m going to bring Donnie and Raph and Leo to their doorstep, and I’m going to haunt every fucking one of them.”

read collection on ao3

[grumpymirelurkqueen]

The fanfic I'm writing for Ronin (Ninjago), gives me vibes of Tom Odel music (Another Love). Don't look at me like that! It's not my fault that a forty-year-old is a blank page… With a name that means masterless… How do I look?

Like a writer who takes things as they come, because Ronin is as much a blank page as I am! Admittedly, in the series, he looks like a huge arsehole. BUT we do NOT have his whole story. Crap. So sit your ass down and let me show you how I see Ronin. If, after that, you don't like him, stick my middle finger where I think it is!

Can't Pretend for young Ronin >>>>>>>> Another Love for old Ronin

I'll give you the ff vibe...

[sweeneydino]

Inspo:

Specific part under break(spoilers for CH.38 - got milked?)

[deesfanfictionkin]

FACTIONS

FACTION ONE: THE HADIA

The Hadia is not so much the name of the entirety of this faction, comprised of the cast of Katekyo Hitman Reborn and various background characters. The Hadia is the ruling group of the region, who, during many bloody civil disputes, ended up subjugating and assimilating all who dared stand against them. Though there are still groups of people in the region who aim to destroy or oppose the Hadia, they rule the region of Wedergebore, with all the groups who have aimed to end that rule becoming allied to them. The Hadia itself has been through its own unrest internally... during a failed coup d'etat, the Head of the Hadia suffered La Petit Morte. A new Head was chosen, a young boy who had no desire to take the position. The Hadia seeks to end the magic on The Ever After through war with the other factions, and they're pushing the new Head to do exactly just that, leaving him little choice. Little do they know, the current Head and the group of new blood he brings to the Hadia have other plans for the Hadia and for The Ever After as a whole...

FACTION TWO: THE STRAINS

The Strains, comprised of the cast of K Project and various background characters, occupy the region of Raymyuut. A region deeply divided, the civil war between The Blues, who rule over the region and keep law and order, and who believe they are just and right in their efforts to take over the other regions in an effort to stop the curse on The Ever Young, and The Reds, who disagree with rule of The Blues and the all out war that's looming (albeit in an almost anarchist way), threatens to tear apart Raymyuut. Add to that various smaller factions, each with their own plans, and more and more magical accidents occurring with no reason anyone can figure, and you have a very unstable faction and region.

FACTION THREE: THE ISIDENGE

The Isidenge, comprised of the characters from Nanbaka and various background characters, occupies the Nanba region. Ruled over with an iron fist by The Wardens and those who serve them, the Isidenge have become prisoners. Though the thick walls keep them safe and protected, it also keeps them prisoner. Nobody is allowed in or out of Nanba without the Wardens permission, permission that has been granted less and less often as The Wardens prepare for war, sure they are right as they prepare to conquer the other regions.

Among the Isidenge, there is unrest, and LA Revolucion is gaining strongholds as those who oppose the Wardens fight, not to prevent the war so much as to gain their freedom.

FACTION FOUR: THE VAMPIR

The Vampir, occupying the region of Knekht and comprised of characters from Servamp alongside various background characters, were once ruled over by The Teacher, who kept the faction happy, healthy, and peaceful. However, through the years, The Teacher's own ego grew until he came to consider himself a God and he planned to take over the other factions, using his people as pawns, uncaring of the bloodshed that would The Vampir, let alone the other regions. Anything to satisfy his own ego.

Among The Vampir, the strongest gathered and took a vote on how to handle the situation. Following the meeting, The Teacher was found dead, and though nobody claims the kill, everyone knows it had something to do with that meeting. The Vampir have fallen apart in the aftermath, with those who had firmly supported The Teacher trying desperately to instigate war among the regions, to see his last plans through, and those that had opposed him joining forces with La Revolucion to prevent that from happening.

FACTION FIVE: THE PAIDUI

The Paidui, compromised of the characters from Saiyuki among background characters, occupy Togenkyo. The faction is small and spread out. Though one part of the faction is trying to rise to power, trying to spread their influence by war against the other regions, it's a feeble attempt. The real problem among the Paidui...human experimentation of the magical variety is affecting more and more among the Paidui, with drugs becoming an issue and an active slave trade being allowed to flourish. There are four men, grouped together, trying to clean up the region, trying to bring peace to the Paidui...if they can ever learn to get along, not only with those from other factions, but even just with each other.

FACTION SIX: THE OCHJU

The Ochju, comprised of the characters from Mystic Messenger among various background characters, occupies Menta. Seemingly the most well organized and civilly peaceful faction, with no obvious internal structures, the truth is that isn't the case. The Han company rules the Ochju, and the head of the company, Mr. Han, has decided the the Ochju, and Menta, are the ones who can break the curse on the land and who are able to unite all the factions under them. He's grooming his son for the position of ruler, and everyone among the Ochju seem to have no complaint.

Except for his son, who works behind the scenes with a group who call themselves RIFA, collaborating with La Revolucion, to avoid war all together and find an alternate way to break the magic on The Ever Young. Except for a shadowy group, making the drugs spreading all throughout The Ever Young and 'recruiting' people to some shady cause.

FACTION SEVEN: THE LULILO

The Lulilo, comprised of characters from Ikemen Revolution alongside various background characters, are a faction strictly divided. One half of Cradle belongs to the Thorn Court, serving the Thorn King, who believes that it is his birth right and duty to lead Cradle into ruling The Ever After and breaking the magic on the land, even if it comes at the cost of all out war. Opposing them is the Raven Court, who believe that the world should not be split into factions and that the world should learn to move on with things as they are and that all should have the freedom to choose their own paths. The two have brought Cradle to the brink of a civil war, and in the background of all that is happening with the Lulilo, there moves another, more sinister, group, operating in the shadows.

FACTION EIGHT: THE GREMIO

The Gremio, comprised of characters from Bungou Stray Dogs alongside various background characters, occupy the region of Porto. Porto, and the Gremio, are ruled with an iron fist by the Mafia, a gang of ruthless, bloodthirsty individuals who rule by fear and who let Porto become a place rife with crime. However, there are many other groups among the Gremio, smaller but motivated, who oppose the rule of the Mafia and work to bring them down, each for different reasons and different end goals.

FACTION NINE: THE ANATAWI

The Anatawi, comprised of the characters of Eyeshield 21 and various background characters, occupy the region of Pilut. The Anatawi are a faction split, again and again and again, into various smaller factions. While each faction has their own views on the larger scale War and the aim of ruling over all the regions, the Anatawi have their own civil war to settle first. Each group believes they are the ones worthy of leading the Anatawi as a whole and civil war threatened to destroy and wipe out the faction as a whole.

To avoid that, The Games were established, with each group within the Anatawi sending their strongest warriors to compete against the other groups in a series of no-holds barred, gladiator-style games. The games attract warriors and spectators from far and wide, as the Anatawi spill blood both in their civil war and in the larger war, depending on which group is currently at the top of the games.

FACTION TEN: THE GRIJARA

The Grijara, comprised of characters from The Ousiders alongside various background characters, occupy the region of The Gold. A faction split into The Haves and The Have-Nots, with The Have-Nots facing huge crime rates and homelessness and starvation running rampant among them, this is a faction at war among itself. Though The Haves have set their sights on war on a larger scale, believing themselves to be the only worthy rulers of The Ever Young and the only ones able to set everything right in the world, it's hard for any of their plans to get off the ground when The Have-Nots, joining here and there with La Revolucion, are constantly fighting against them in an attempt to have the regions wealth and resources shared evenly and for all of the Grijara to be safe.

FACTION ELEVEN: THE GUDARI

The Gudari, comprised of the characters from Ronin Warriors and various background characters, and occupying the region of Tewagi, used to be a just and fair people, with strong moral values and borders that accepted all those serious about learning swordsmanship or martial arts...that is, until one of two leaders of the Gudari turned on the other, slaughtering his co-ruler and establishing a bloody dictatorship alongside a group of fearsome warriors he had recruited to his side, intent on ruling all other regions as well, not for the purpose of breaking the curse but to satisfy his oen ego. Most of the Gudari are too afraid to go against him or his warriors...but there are a group of five brave warriors, five young men who work with La Revolucion in an attempt to return peace to Tewagi and stop the war that the Gudari are being unwillingly dragged into.

FACTION TWELVE: THE RIKTHIMI

The Rikthimi, composed of the cast of GetBackers and various background characters, are an odd mixture. People from other regions tend to drift there if they can’t find anywhere else to belong and the Rikthimi aren’t as closely knit a community as many other places, despite living in such cramped conditions. A region always on the brink of collapse, those high up in the tower where most Rikthimi live, believe that their region will be strengthened and victorious through winning the war. They have no real interest in stopping the curse of The Ever Young, just in the continuation of life for Honky Tonk and so they use their people to wage war.

Always just on the brink of civil war, this isn’t helped by two young men, who live outside the confines of the Tower in the junkyard of a region, proudly fighting on the side of La Revolucion and recruiting those from within the Tower, who don’t agree with the Tower’s actions but see no escape, to their cause.

FACTION THIRTEEN: THE GAIANS

The Gaians, composed of characters from Class of the Titans, along with background characters, occupy Olympus, the world’s only university. As such, a lot of their lives do revolve around school and academics…or it used to, until the head of Olympus’ university decided to buy into the theory that the magic on The Ever After could be broken by one region ruling it again and making it back into one world…or maybe it just served as a handy excuse for his own god complex. He’s made the university into his own war council, killing off those who openly oppose him.

But among the students, there’s a group of seven…seven students who steadfastly oppose his rule, believing there must be another way to break the magic on The Ever Young. While they pretend to be loyal to Olympus, they work with La Revolucion to stop the war from coming, while planning how best to bring control of Olympus back to the Gaians as a whole.

FACTION FOURTEEN: THE RUMIANY

The Gorritu, containing the characters from Blush Blush, among other background characters, occupy Rumiany. A rough region, the Gorritu all just try their best to get through the days. Civil unrest isn’t really a thing in this region and honestly, most of the Gorritu aren’t even interested in war, with some openly helped La Revolucion. It’s a godless place they live in, with many people among the Gorritu only caring about what war will bring them. That being said, despite not really going out and attacking other factions, the Gorritu aren’t without their own issues, with rumours of a serial killer on the loose and magical accidents seem to occur the most among this faction and in this region.

[angelmichelangelo]

new peepaw and babies au fic chapter :3

@turrondeluxe enjoy, amigo!! <33

[puzzledcretin]

New Fic release :3

This is a fic inspired by The Last Ronin and RotTMNT :3

A fun romp in the multiverse!

[aroninshonour]

CHAPTER 5 IS OUT!

Y'ALL, CHAPTER 5 IS OFFICALLY OUTTT!!😖😖

Let me know your thoughts about it either here or in the comments on ao3! (Theory ideas for future chapters anyone??)

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[frostystorm12]

Sneak peek for my rewrite of Possession, a little insight into why Ronin's soul is in debt.

The entire fanfiction is finished, just needs editing and readjusting which will take a while! (It's 100+ pages)