#babby sis for the pair

[nemo-draco]

I know there's a lot of people out there that think Dark and Light should have a romantic relationship, but, hear me out...

Twin siblings. Make 'em twin brothers. Yin and yang, what have you, but they're basically total opposites in some very key ways. One example, Dark is easily flustered and takes things to heart a lot. Light is more unflappable and clearly settled into his own skin. Makes arguments the most frustrating things ever for Dark given that he'll be all ready to bleed off the resentment he has from being thought of as 'the bad one' and Light just, doesn't match his energy. Doesn't get mad. Absolutely sees the projection for what it is, and Dark is just no no no no I wanna be pissed off at something LET ME BE PISSED OFF!

And meanwhile Light's like sure, man, you can be pissed, but not at me because my existence isn't what's wrong here. We both know you're not mad because of ME specifically.

And Dark gets huffy because he's not gonna be able to correct all instances of nyctophobia on planet Earth. Though Light lets him rant a bit anyway because, hey, better than the guy stewing in private.

But yeah, sibling snarkiness and in-jokes. Silliness. 'Oh remember that time when you-' quickly followed by 'WE SAID WE WERE NEVER SPEAKING OF THIS AGAIN AND HERE YOU ARE SPEAKING OF IT'. Occasional moments of Twins being Twins.

Also moments like:

Some Random Entity: So, who's older?

Dark: We're twins, it doesn't matter.

Light: Me.

Dark: BY ONE SECOND---Also, yeah, doesn't matter. Still twins.

Light: [picture of nonchalant innocence here]

[by-glass-and-waves]

I like the idea of each of my three AU/fanfic ideas having a slightly different Narinder, slightly different Lamb(?)

or at least I hope they're distinct enough, Depression Quest and Courtship Lamb may be similar, but it doesn't make sense for moody trainwreck Courtship!Narinder to swap with dumbass trainwreck Restart!Narinder. Maybe he could switch with Restart!TOWW lmao

I'm gonna write some notes - which might change - on the pair/story for each AU because god knows if/when I'll actually write Depression Quest or Restart, at least we have some shitty doodles right

i promise i am working on Courtship i have done the Spongebob

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... actually I'm nervous posting this fml sorry guys who are looking for delicious Courtship/Restart goodies

spoilers ahead for my Depression Quest AU/fic/whatever it is if spoilers for a nonexistent work matter to youwu. I'll blob a hopefully readable version of what story beats I had and link the two posts whenever it happens

ALSO CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNING SI/HI/THOUGHTS+ACTIONS OF HARMING SELF AND OTHERS/DEPRESSION

Depression Quest:

Lamb (she/they, mostly they)

poor babby beat down by the world and killed by the Bishops

gets the Red Crown and starts mowing them down with glee

they're a good leader, they're saving the Lands of the Old Faith from the Bishops, the Cult loves them

and it looks like The One Who Waits is as just as shitty as the others, can't have that, they are way better than he could ever be

so maybe they get a little too power happy and go a little too hard on the whole heroic leader thing

when he is conquered, TOWW is seen as nothing more than a trophy, a piece of property just like the Crowns surrounding his house

they act merciful, but Narinder knows it's just to make him submit, knows that they're just as power-hungry as he was

they let him run away because they'll always know where he is, and they want to see what happens/how long it takes before he crawls back to them

Narinder

finally gets revengeance on his family who threw him in jail, gets released from his prison just to get beat up and thrown into a gilded cage

he is depressed. he is angry. he has nothing left

I'm talking SI/HI, self-harm, screaming and breaking things, pushing Baal and Aym away, and crying on the floor breakdown shit

resists for a long time but eventually starts integrating into the Cult, only to get betrayed by a jealous follower

Narinder has a breakdown because he was stupid enough to think things would be better, so he runs away from the Cult

he encounters Ratoo and they bond over loss :'( but just like Ratoo, he never quite gets over things :(((((((

Ratoo might be the only person he'd call a friend/someone he trusts

addendum: narinder's third eye: he keeps it closed like in canon but technically he can open it, just really difficult and it fucking hurts to do it anyway

over time he gets a little strength to open it for short amounts of time but it still hurt

there's a few times when he gets angried or whatever when he accidentally attempts to open it and he goes OH FUCK OW and maybe it'll set his head straight

Depression Quest may have a bittersweet ending in which the Bishops return and were able to Get Over It™ in the Afterlife due to their actual support network, but I don't know tbh

I do know if they did return/if Narinder meets them again somehow, it'd just be like, sad, guarded, they'll reconcile but it's not the same kind of relationship deal

When I first came up with Depression Quest in September I was like, maybe Lamb is just protecting the baby and won't push him or anything because they love him and stuff

then as time passed I was like okay that's complete and utter bullshit and besides, Narinder is so consumed with his losses there is no way he could into a relationship in the near future. Sometimes people just can't move on :(

I also don't know how the Narinder/Ratoo friendshit even happened guys, it was just the idea of Narinder walking into Ratoo's heart pond and going "what the fuck are you doing" and things went from there

[tumblunni]

FRIENDS...

Two more yokai designs i really like and wanna get on my team and also they probably possess me in real life. The yokai of social anxiety and the yokai of playing videogames all night!

I think maybe they would be gamer buddies and/or maybe a cute lil brother big sister duo? Its funny how every time i bump into a yokai that has a canon gender on their profile its always the opposite of what i headcanoned. Tho it doesnt make sense that the whole Allnyta line would always be men forever, so i guess maybe it means the one that appeared in the anime was a dude Anyway i have for no reason decided to make an oc who is a girl, and also she has babby bat bro who play the viddygame together. Maybe something extra cute where this bat yokai shyfriend was hiding in her closet before she died, and then when she became a yokai too she was able to help him come out of his shell and be the good fambly that he needs. Like one of those "hey i dont take care of myself but you need to take care of yoyrself" type friendships? "Do as i say and not as i do!" Allnyta is always super lazy except when it comes to cooking big breakfasts for her lil bro and supporting him in everything. And hidabat is always paralyzed by his shyness except when he needs to help protect his big sis! Theyre an odd sort of pair who both have similar problems yet work to counteract each other instead of making it worse. There's really no reason it works this way except just Power Of Fambly Is Strongest Of All

Oh also cos sadly Allnyta is a yokai i cant get until later in the series, maybe Mallory catches Hidabat in her first adventure and he's always all like "help me find my awesome big sister that totally exists". And he boasts so much about her that everyone is super underwhelmed when they finally meet her and she's Super Depression Tiredness Woman, Master Of The Bad. Tho hidabat still insists she's the greatest and most powerful yokai! He's all like "sis, help me defend your honor!" "*yawn* i do not care" (but if anyone besmirches her bro's honor she's suddenly Never Been More Awake And More Powerful Fists)

I love them alreadyyyyy

[hav-frue]

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