#parents of Ri's

[adhdtsukasa]

prosekai au where everything is absolutely the same except niigo, instead of being a music circle, is a fanfiction writing-ish group. kanade is a writer, mafuyu is her beta reader, ena makes fancomics based on kanade's fanworks and mizuki makes trailers for upcoming fics. and basically that's it. niigo lore but everything revolves around them being wattpad ao3 users

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Riona: I’ll give you ten seconds to convince me it wasn’t you. Alea: [scoffs] Like that’d be long enough. Riona: I didn’t think it would be.

Alea: Wherever he is, you oughta be rottin’ next t’him. Riona: It’s a pity I’m not. Alea: Fine.. have your revenge; just know that it’ll cost you your sons loyalty.

[x3 GUNSHOTS]

[CLICK – CLICK]

…

Kian: Wha-.. how long have you been standing there?! Riona: It’s hard to say. Kian: What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Riona: How dare you ask me that? You know what she did! Kian: He’s gone, mom.. it was over. Riona: No thanks to you. A better man would have stepped up long ago; I can’t believe I raised-…

Kian: You didn’t raise me, you moulded me! Riona: Into what? A pathetic boy?! Do not blame me for your own incompetence. Kian: I’m not, I-…

Riona: Do it. Kian: You don’t control me! Riona: Come on.. if you’re going to point that thing at me, then fucking use it; have some conviction for once!

Kian: Shut up! Riona: Go on, shoot your own moth-… [GUNSHOT]

[Alea laughs weakly]

Kian: There’s still time, we-… Alea: [shakes her head] Kian: I’m sorry, love.. we should’ve left a long time ago.

Alea: [croaks] Worth it. Kian: Aha, I don’t know about that. Alea: Do-.. right-…

Kian: I know, I just wish it hadn’t-.. Leah? … Kian: [thickly] I’ll do the right thing.. I promise.

[saetoru]

IM STOPPING BY VERY QUICKLY TO SHOW YOU ALL WHAT MICH AND RIS SURPRISED ME WITH TODAY ITS ME AND SHIDOU SOBS RIS PLANNED IT WITH THE COLORS AND STUFF AND MICH DREW IT AND ITS SO PINK AND LOVELY

[dapperenby13]

A oneshot about Yosano’s first day with Fukuzawa and Ranpo

Warnings for: mentions of m*ri, spoilers for Yosano’s backstory, all the grisly details that come with her backstory,

Let me know if I missed anything

Angels Of Death Deserve Love Too

Fukuzawa was in way over his head…. Again.

Basically adopting Ranpo (and then legally adopting him) was bad enough. He didn’t need any more children. No he had enough to deal with as it was.

But he was ultimately a weak man when it came to children in need, and once he learned about Akiko, well he had to do something. So that’s how he ended up being the guardian of two young teenagers, one who was endlessly annoying and ridiculously smart. And the other who had just been taken out of a very traumatic situation.

He really hoped this would turn out okay.

-

“Ranpo, I see you got young Yosano here out of harm's way, good job.” Fukuzawa gave the young boy a small smile. Ranpo beamed back at him.

He was pushing said girl in a hospital style wheelchair, from what Fukuzawa had learned she’d been locked away in solitary confinement for three years. Her muscles must have deteriorated.

Mental note: consult a physical therapist, she probably won’t want to see any doctors in person knowing her history.

“I suppose I should introduce myself, my name is Yukichi Fukuzawa, you may call me either I don’t really care.” Said man positioned himself at the side of the wheelchair and led the way out of the large building where the fight had taken place. Mori shouldn’t be bothering them anytime soon.

Yosan merely nodded, her face was wet with tear streaks, overgrown bangs clinging to the moisture. She was wearing a plain white dress, almost hospital-like in design, the fabric looked scratchy and uncomfortable. He would have to find her something else to wear soon.

Fukuzawafigured he should probably tell her what was going to happen to her. No point worrying her with a lack of information.

“Now Yosano, you have a few options from here.” The small group continued their slow crawl, “You could go into government care. You’ve officially been released from prison so you won’t go there, but you’d presumably be placed with a foster family.” Yosano clenched her fists, obviously uncomfortable with the idea.

“If you wish to join the Armed Detective Agency you could stay with Ranpo and I. I'd be your legal guardian like I am for Ranpo. Or we could try to figure out a third option. You don’t have to decide now, but it would be good if we knew where to take you first.”

“I… I want to join the detective agency.” Her voice was scratchy from little use. “Ranpo said you don’t want my ability.” She almost phrased it like a question, as if the thought of not being used for her power was unthinkable. It’s probably all she’s ever known.

Fukuzawa turned to face her as they walked, “No we don’t want your ability. You obviously care about people and are a kind kid, and that is all we ask. You deserve to be happy and safe. And I will do whatever in my power to make that happen.” And Fukuzawa meant it. Damn, I really have gone soft haven’t I?

“Then I’d like to join the Armed Detective Agency.”

-

Arrangements were made for Yosano to stay with Fukazawa and Ranpo, so for now Fukuzawa made up his mind to clear out the office for the young girl.

It was a good thing that he rarely used the office, preferring to work at the dining room table while Ranpo played some game craftmine? He had no clue, even though he’d sat through multiple walkthroughs of the intricate buildings and forts the fifteen year old had constructed in the game.

At that moment Ranpo was sitting on the floor babbling about his and Fukazawa’s work while Yosano sat curled up on the couch dressed in some of Ranpo’s pajamas and wrapped in a weighted blanket. He was even sharing some of his gummy worms.

At least they’re getting along. Fukuzawa thought to himself as he rolled out a futon on the office floor. The clutter had been pushed into a corner leaving enough space for the mattress and a now empty desk. This’ll have to do for now.

The older man supposed he was lucky that Ranpo had an affinity to soft blankets to the point that they had multiple extras. Which meant he could give the girl a bit of control over her new situation, something her life had obviously been lacking.

“Yosano,” he got the teen’s attention. “Do you have a preference for which blanket you want to use? We have this blue one,” He held up a large blue blanket with lighter blue stripes. “Or this one,” Fukuzawa hoisted up a fuzzy purple blanket with stylized cats.

The blue one had come from a department store, Ranpo had liked the color, while the other one had been purchased from a small thrift shop and been chosen for the texture. Fukuzawa refused to admit it but he mostly agreed to buying it because of the cats.

Yosano looked slightly taken aback at being given a choice but eventually pointed at the purple blanket, and Fukazawa gave her a nod. He was silently happy that she also liked the cat blanket.

He once again left the teens to whatever they were doing and finished making up the futon.

-

Akiko was confused. The entire day had been confusing. She’d been taken from her prison by the worst possible man and forced to watch more violence take place. She might have preferred to stay in that mental institute surrounded by white padded walls and floor and ceiling. Sitting in that corner staring at her hands as if they were still dripping with the blood of dying soldiers.

She’d been too weak to walk and been confined to a wheelchair that she couldn’t even push herself. He’d taken her to a rooftop landing and watched in a detached agony him fighting another man. They were arguing about humanity and something called ‘The Port Mafia’ Akiko hadn’t understood. All she knew was the endless cycle of death and life would continue once more. She’s be but a pawn in Mori’s game. A weapon of torment and war.

And she couldn’t run away, cause it would always be the same. She could never escape her special ability, her curse.

Then a boy with choppy dark hair showed up. He’d wheeled her away from the battle and she hadn’t cared. Nothing would change. But once reached a hallway he began explaining the situation. That he and his employer could get her away from him.

Akiko hadn’t thought there was anywhere in the world where she could be allowed to live, it was inevitable that she ruined lives. But the boy laughed, said that he was the smartest person in the world and he disagreed with her. He’d given her back the butterfly clip she’d lost so long ago.

He told her that the Armed Detective Agency didn’t want or need her ability, they only wanted her kindness. And Akiko had wept. Maybe, just maybe she could be allowed to live.

Soon after they were joined by the older man with grey hair who’d been fighting him. He’d introduced himself and said he would help her. And she had no one else so she agreed.

Now she sat in a comfortable living space, the stark white gown had been traded for the boy’s (who’s name she’d learned was Ranpo) pajamas. They were much softer than the clothing she’d been wearing for however long she’d been locked away. Time had bled together. Akiko didn’t even know how old she was.

Ranpo had offered her something called a weighted blanket, he’d explained it was comforting and good for grounding. He’d been right. The weight held her thoughts together and provided a cocoon in which to shield herself in.

Ranpo had even gotten out a pack of multicolored gummy worms, the same type she remembered from so long ago when she’d once worked in a small candy shop. The sugar was the best thing Akiko had tasted in years and she was happy to listen to Ranpo boast about all the cases he and Fukuzawa had solved.

She may be confused and unsure what the next day would bring. But right now she seemed to be safe. A pot of tea was on the stove and Fukuzawa was setting up a place for her to sleep.

Akiko pulled the blanket tighter around herself and let Ranpo’s words wash away her worries for now. Maybe she could be allowed to live.

[helenreads28]

New headcannon

(no idea whatsoever of whether this has been done or not, let me know)

I present to you VEGETARIAN RANG

We've seen him eating meat on the show, and he is a fox so it kinda doesn't make sense, BUT HEAR ME OUT.

Yeon abandons Rang on the mountain and Shin Joo leaves too, to search for Yeon. Our poor little fox is all alone, with no one to take care of him. He is a kid, who is dependent on others; his brother and his brother's friend. Now that they are gone he has no one to turn to for help. But, we've seen how close to nature Rang was. We've seen his love for his dog and all living creatures (no humans included, of course). Also, we must remember that nature doesn't forget, she avenges herself when it's needed and takes care of those who treat her with respect.

The animals of the mountain remembered how Rang treated them, how he protected them and played with them as a child. That's why, when Yeon is gone, all of them start to protect him back. They sleep around him, to keep him warm, when it is too cold outside. They show him what herbs and fruits he can eat so he doesn't starve to death.

They become even more protective of him after the fire that took his precious dog away from them. Rang helped them get away from the flames and they want to pay him back in some way. Wherever Rang goes, they follow. They play with him and console him whenever he is sad.

Rang grows up eating all kinds of fruits, herbs, flowers and vegetables. Gone are the days when he used to eat meat too. He hasn't learnt to eat it, but also, he can't bring himself to even consider ever eating it. He would feel like a cannibal, of he ever ate any kind of meat again. All these different animals raised him, they may have been different from the ones that are usually on most families table, but they are still animals. They are his family; they cared for him when no one else would, they protected him, they fed him and played with him.

So no, Rang doesn't eat meat. He grows up to be vegetarian and respectful of every animal he meets. They are all his family, after all

[suntraitor]

im sorry mom and dad, i know i messed up bad

[ghostxmagnet]

(@chelseashellbell)

Hey uh. I saw some weird looking Braviary flying north towards Eterna. Pretty sure they're Hisuian. Maybe they're headed for the Lake Acuity or something, I don't know.

I looked it up, turns out they can be pretty hostile. Thought I'd let you know. Do you have any idea who I should maybe contact about this?

oh shit i missed this since i was offline. thanks for letting me know.

i'm not sure but possibly friendball-irl? i think they're a part of the group trying to do something about the hisuian variants. or someone in #radstealth? i've mostly stayed out of things because i'm not in the battle scene anymore unfortunately, so i'm not 100% on who all is a part of that.

[sulky-valkyrie]

Happy Friday! How about some Alistair and a character of your choice + "things you didn’t say at all" from the Things You Said prompts?

Minor angst and features some headcanons about the City Elf origin. for @dadrunkwriting ~~~

Laundry days were always a bit weird.  Clothing hung all over the tents and Bodahn's wagon and they all wore as little as they could while everything else dried.  On top of that, It had rained midafternoon, so they were eating dinner around the campfire wrapped in sheets, or, in Zevran and Sten's case, nothing at all.  Neither had any shame, Tabris mused, but in two completely different ways.  Leliana kept furtively glancing at the assassin, and Morrigan openly watched the qunari.  Wynne had taken her clothes with her to her tent as soon as she finished eating, saying something about being too old to keep waiting.

She assumed that meant the mage was doing to dry her own laundry with magic.  Or maybe she just didn't want to see what a bunch of 20-somethings could get up to when the clothing was already off.  Whatever.  The woman could be so kind, but it always felt like there was a price attached to it.  A price Tabris had yet to pay.  At least Morrigan was up front about her expectations.  She sighed as she put down her bowl and leaned against Alistair.  He was wrapped in a sheet just like she was, but only from the waist down.  It made for a fantastic opportunity to touch the soft golden hair covering most of his body.

“Ris?  Can I ask you a question?”  Alistair’s arm looped around her almost as soon as she leaned against him.

“Hm?” She turned slightly to rub her nose on his shoulder.

“I promise I’ll never bring it up again, okay?”

She sat up and glared.  “I’m going to hate where this is going, aren’t I?”

“Why don’t you like being called Ka - your given name?”  

I'm Kallian now, honey, her mother had hissed, pushing her out of the alley before drawing weapons no regular elf would dare carry.  Adaia Tabris had been no regular elf, but they arrested her all the same.  Left her to rot in a prison cell, calling her the wrong name until she died.  Tell your father I love him.  "Why?"

"That's what I'm asking, yes."

“I -”  Run, just run, don’t look back, just run.  The broken bottle she’d smashed into the filthy shem’s face was tugged from her fingers.  I love you, stay safe.  She’d shaken her head angrily, but her mother just kept pushing.  Tabris was strong, but her mother was stronger.  If I’m Kallian, you have to be Adaia.  Run!  “I - my mother called me that.”  She pulled her legs up to her chest.  “She’s dead now.”

[emosyzoth]

There is something very deeply incredibly wrong with sanii he most definitely views himself as no better than a stray who will die alone and unmourned and that's just the way things are for someone like him

[juicyparsons]

I love how we digivolve, as long as we’re together 💕

Our styles shift, change, and grow and so does our love for each other.

It’s so incredible to see the gorgeous young person I see you becoming.

And I’m so excited to watch you transform for the rest of my life 🦋🌈💕

[sintheyokai]

"Is this the way your father raised you?"

"Dad left"

"."

Not a conversation you want to have with your coworker's little sister

He tries going the other way-

"Is that the way your mother raised you, then?"

"I don't have a Mum."

*Later*

"Al we need to have a very serious discussion about your home life-"

"My what?"

[saetoru]

asking al-haitham if you can get a cat but he’s very firm with saying no so then you eventually just treat mehrak like ur cat but kaveh is complaining 24/7 bc he needs mehrak so in order to get some peace in his own home and not deal with you and kaveh fighting over a tool box 24/7 al-haitham caves and let’s you get a damn cat

[all-my-friends-were-glorious]

[ @throughxthexmist || Continued From Here || Tino ]

[ Ris ]

“You know, I truly do deplore violence against my own.”

Which was a lie, but he wanted to prove a point. He’d been the one to remove Vynny’s lungs because he was tired of him talking, and he wasn’t particularly kind to Varjo and Mags, either. But that didn’t matter.

What mattered right now was that Tino needed to be punished.

“However, I believe that lying is against the Ten Commandments, now, isn’t it? I thought you said that you didn’t know where Varjo has been hiding from me.”

The fang remained in the pliers for a few moments, and he inspected it with a careful eye, like a jeweler scrutinizing a diamond. Finally dropping it into his palm, he turned once more to look at him, eyebrow raised.

“Now, unless you want me to even it out, I would start talking. If you don’t tell me where that little guinea pig is hiding, then I’ll just have to keep pulling.”

[winxys]

[peachtaeri24]

Yijin held Heedo's wrist

Twenty Five Twenty One (2022)

[lesbegays]

sick and tired of ppl being like “it’s giving me alabama/west virginia/missippi” when siblings are doing borderline incestuous shit. y’all should be saying “it’s giving me new jersey/rhode island/ohio”