#sonshi

[asweetlovesong]

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More Kencageblade art because I just like these three together!

It's also use as a introductory art to the others for insta (art before the other Kencageblade works)

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And here's it without my stickers!

Have a lovely day! ~♡

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[failyaoi]

deadly alliance/armageddon doodles

[swordblade]

*Kenshi texting Sonya's phone*: "Hey beautiful."

*Johnny replying*: "This is her husband."

Kenshi: "Hey handsome."

[izu]

So you like Johnshi and Cageblade, how do you feel about the secret third option (sonshi)

unironically i prefer kencageblade to all of these ships. the answer js yes. let sonya have two wives who will stop her.

i really like the potential dynamic between sonya and kenshi specifically though to answer your question more directly. Sonya and kenshi both have a stern, stoic personality, with kenshi of the two being slightly more loose and relaxed. probably no thanks to johnny. i think sonya would get along really well with kenshi, and respects his honor and drive and even sort of relates to how he feels about being useful and working to the bone, if need be.

they might squabble and fight (because i imagine shes a lot more stubborn about things, and kenshi isnt the kind of man to really put up long, exhausting fights for no real reason), but at the end of the day resolve their tension appropriately. its a smoother relationship than what she has with johnny, who really challenges her ideals and the things she considers important.

sonya clings in her own way, and kenshi is charmed by the things he gets to see that no one else really does. earning her trust was easy for kenshi, i imagine. they talk about boring things like old grannies. its cute.

having someone as levelheaded and resigned as kenshi would really mellow her workaholic tendencies out, and if we're throwing johnny in the mix. it'll absolutely take both of them to tame HIS personality to reasonable levels.

which. is kind of already canon isnt it

[swordblade-week]

SwordBlade Week is coming!

all credit to Beckon for our absolutely kick-ass banner & art. Whether you've loved them since Deadly Alliance, got hooked in MKX, or want to see how they'd be in the New Era - *finally* we are getting the shipweek off the ground! Dates: May 20-26, 2024 Tags: #swordbladeweek if you want us to see it & reblog it (you can also @swordblade-week to make sure we see it). Fanwork Types: art, fanfic, gifsets, edits, moodboards, you name it! but NO AI. NONE.

PROMPTS: Day 1: Promises / Friends, Enemies, and Lovers Day 2: Picking Up The Pieces / Heads or Tails Day 3: Hurt / Lather, Rinse, Repeat Day 4: Changes / Business or Pleasure Day 5: Obsession / Rings are as dangerous as swords Day 6: Ghosts / AU of Choice Day 7: Free Day

These prompts are intended to inspire, and you can interpret however your heart desires. If you have a different great idea - go for that!

[charlotte-family-apologist]

What.. Do you think Sonya and Kenshi's relationship would be like 👂

Okay this one has me thinking-

Sonya and Kenshi, compared to their respective partners, are quite reserved. Though they both have an attitude problem and I can see them bickering a lot, but not to the extent that they do with Johnny or Suchin (it’s playful bickering but bickering nonetheless). I can see them easily losing track of time by talking to each other or simply resting side to side in silence.

As for conflicts, I feel as if their stubbornness would be a big issue. In getting together and communicating. I do feel like Kenshi would be the more understanding of the two despite his pride. Their combined impulsiveness is also a problem and I imagine them to argue about that. Kenshi being a wanderer and freelance spy (idk how to word what Kenshi does 😭) and Sonya being content in one place leads to them not seeing each other for periods of time.

As for them getting together 😈 it was Sonya who made the first move, though it wasn’t with romantic intent in the beginning. Sonya being the coffee shop fanatic she is (personal headcanon) asked Kenshi to meet her at her favorite one to work on a joint case, something she does occasionally to relax while still getting work done. He accepts and they meet there several times before finishing the case.

It becomes a tradition for them to go to said coffee shop whenever they get joint cases. And one day Kenshi comes into office and notices that Sonya’s having a bad day and brings her a coffee from there, having memorized her order long ago. He starts to do this when they don’t have joint cases and one day she, somewhat awkwardly, invites him to get coffe with her outside of work and things evolve from there 🤭

I’m not sure how Takeda would react but considering his telepathic abilities he’s not having a good time (he already has to deal with subscorp why his bio dad too 😔 I do think he’d be reluctantly happy for them though). Cassie goes through the 5 stages of grief after the announcement before deciding, yeah, Kenshi’s pretty chill and her mom deserves to be happy. I don’t think she’d ever call him anything relating to dad but rather uncle or something.

Cassie does has some resentment over the fact that her parents won’t ever be together but she doesn’t want to cause drama. Johnny’s conflicted about the whole thing as he still loves Sonya and had been getting closer to Kenshi the past few years but he’s also happy for them and is loud about it.

(There is kencageblade potential here 👀 if we want to go that route)

[dei2dei]

Sonshi? Swordblade? Rec List

(still no consistent shipname, so...)

There’s not a lot of fic for these two and that’s a shame. I want more! Especially more that I did not write (I have written my share and have a couple more WIPs too). That said, here are three of some of my favorites.

DISCREETLY by Beckon: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5599753 , T. No smut but some great intimacy. I love the way Beckon takes the dynamic between these two and spins it around in lots of different ways; my faves are either the smut or, like this, moments of caretaking. They’re all the more powerful because Sonya and Kenshi don’t *need* others to do it, but the way they are when they let each other do it… It’s glorious. GIVE IN by DarkAliceLilith: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18501091 , T. UGH I WANT MORE OF THIS ::grabbyhands::. It really captures the moment of tipping over the edge into something new and I just love it to bits. ALL THE COLORS OF THE DARK by dolcemorte: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30604712 , E. I am in love with the economy of words and the rapport in here (and in all the author’s stuff, tbh).

What are your favorite fics with these two? Tell me what stories you love if any aren't on this list! <3

[emijnshi]

What was just a "It's cute." Pairing quickly turned otp

[haxzie]

i wrote sm of mk1 johnny and sonya to realize i should wait until sept. 14 to play the game and story BUT ITS SO FARRR AWAYYY, but mkx/11 johnny kenshi and sonya are right there so maybe

PERHAPS

will write them instead

[slag0000]

今年に入り、ようやくライブ活動を再開することができたVARRISPEEDSの次回のライブは、新メンバー小出くん企画で大塚BAR地底に初出演。今回は、自分が参加するバンドの一つ、Itsuro1×2_6+Topologicalを対バンとさせていただきました。こちらも、もちろん初出演。曲をやるバンド2つで続けて演奏というのは結構ハードはありますが、どっちのバンドも演奏できるお店を増やしたいし、頑張ろうと思います。楽しみです。 ●2023-03-26(sun) 大塚 BAR地底 Ryo Koide presents "Our Bizarre Relationship Phase 3" act: VARRISPEEDS Itsuro1×2_6+Topological DJ: Sonshi open/start 19:30 charge 2000yen(+order)

[asweetlovesong]

Just before the clock striked midnight declaring my birthday, I finished my last artwork out of four of my favorite ot3! (I'll make a birthday post when I wake up)

Why fight over CageBlade or Johnshi when everyone one had two hands and can hold each other's!

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The three more "intimate" works (They all get a chance at being the middle! :D)

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And then here's them just vibing! Being sillies!

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Also I gave up on Kenshis tattoos-

Be nice to each other, don't gatekeep ships and pairings, and have a lovely day! ~♡

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[trollcafe]

preppin for artfight.....updated Chowow's ref <3 <3

[swordblade]

Wanted to show off some Sonya & Kenshi pieces I commissioned <3

[nick]

What is Sonshi Style?

Last week I came across an interesting article about Sonshi Style.

Sonshi Style (Japanese: 尊師スタイル) is a style of putting a mechanical keyboard on laptop. 尊師 in English meaning is guru. スタイル in English meaning is style, as it is. Source

All you need to get started is a mechanical keyboard and a keyboard bridge. The bridge is basically a piece of plastic to keep you from pressing the keys on the built in keyboard. They sell them in Japan but since I didn't want to wait and I own a dozen lasers I just made one myself. It actually turned out quite nice and only cost a few dollars to make.

[koupium]

[contrastparadoxx]

Wings of Fire

Summary- Apollo gets in a sticky situation and has to get rescued Cast- Apollo Faurux, Fether Khikwi, Chowow Sonshi ( @trollcafe ) Trigger Warnings- Violence Word Count- 1774

The noise was deafening. His ears had become so much more sensitive, and the sound of an entire crowd yelling and cheering and booing crashed around him, even with the muffling of doors being closed. The scents surrounding him too… Everything was Too Much and it was Bad. He couldn’t see anything, however, as everything was pitch black. Why was it black? He tried to move and instantly bumped into a wall. Okay then, maybe another direction.

It didn’t take long to realize he was in an entirely enclosed box. That’s when the panic and fear really started to set in, even before the entire thing started to move.

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Fether Khikwi hated fight nights. Especially when they actually took place during the day, specifically so escapees had nowhere to go without burning. But they were a regular part of his life, and had been for most of his life, really. And there was some enjoyment in it, when he could outsmart someone, outfly them. Well, maybe not the later anymore. Ever since he almost pulled off an escape, they were sure to keep his feathers trimmed. He could use them to stay out of the hungry jaws of half mad shifters and starved Lusii, but not get any further.

Tonight promised some fresh blood, too. That was to be expected, since the watchers could only witness the champions beat each other up so many times before they stopped being willing to give money, after all. It was easy to pick out the newbies. Fether wondered how many would die, or if any would find themselves capable of surviving multiple rounds. Maybe they’d even see the birth of a new champion tonight. He snorted, as that certainly wasn’t likely, then leaned his head back against the wall. He might as well close his eyes and try to relax between now and go time. You get used to the sounds of the crowd eventually, after all.

All too soon, he was roughly yanked to his feet, his small stature making it all too easy for the large purple to jerk him around. It was whatever-- Fether had learned long ago it was easiest to relax and let them think they were being a bully. It saved more energy for the actual fight. Speaking of which, he was shoved into the arena from about the height of the stands. Practice kicked in, and the rust snapped his wings open, shortened feathers requiring him to flap hard to avoid the snapping jaw of what looked like a marred tiger mixed with some sort of giant insect. What were the ones with all the legs called? Centipedes, that was it. Instantly, everything below was in a bit of a frenzy. That was his job, wasn’t it? Rile everything up enough to put on an entertaining show, then get rescued back to the back for the next one. 

And if he failed, got too low, well… simply being there wasn’t the only thing that would whip the fighters into a frenzy. He felt a phantom pain in his leg from the last time he messed up. 

Everyone here was familiar, a mix of shifters far past remembering they were trolls, and a couple Lusii. They were all smaller fighters, as the champions would be pit more one-on-one later. The mutant scanned the group, already climbing over each other to get to him, to stop the breeze from his beating wings, to get to the morsel painted in sticky blood- a cruel facsimile of the almost protective paint of a proper clown. He knew it angered some in the crowd, to see mocked what they viewed as sacred, but the ones who ran this show seemed to enjoy that almost as much as the money that poured in.

Movement came from the lower wall. One of the reinforced doors slid open just enough to shove something new into the ring. A fox, with the most beautiful golden fur that Fether had ever seen. A shifter, then, rather than a Lusus, and one that was obviously well loved, either by themselves or someone else, as their fur was full and healthy. He was almost surprised to see them dropped in here to be torn apart, rather than sold to the highest bidder for a ruff. Mistakes were made, then, when the two made eye contact. Fuck, they were definitely still mentally here, and terrified. Fether cussed under her breath, before taking a deep breath and diving.

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The sound got so much louder, as he was shoved out of the box and into a brightly lit arena, only now with  the snarling of angry creatures mixed in. Apollo instantly froze, cowering as small as he could manage, scanning rapidly as he attempted to figure out what was going on here. It was some sort of ring, filled with animals, shifters maybe? Maybe that’s why he was here. But oh! Someone above, a troll with wings, locked eyes with him for just a moment. Then the other started to dive.

Apollo started to move, his fur quickly picking up blood soaked sand in it, and didn’t look back. He stuck to the edges of the ring, ears pinned back. CRUNCH! The noise caused him to glance back just in time to see the winged troll drive his foot into the rib cage of a malnourished bear that otherwise would have just sunk its teeth into his tail. The pyrite’s fur bristled as the troll landed in an impressive roll, even taking their wings into account, then bounced up to his feet and started running. He could more see than hear what was being implied, go go go go, no need to tell him twice, so he started running again. The troll caught up, more used to running in sediment, and scooped him up. He could feel the other struggling with his weight, and avoided struggling to make it easier, instead watching as the pack was temporarily distracted by tearing the poor bear from earlier to pieces, now that it was down. 

Terror settled in him so deeply that even he felt cold.

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The fox was… warm to the touch. Almost hot, really, certainly warmer than Fether himself, which was surprising, since he was a rust. Must be some sort of mutant. There was no time to dwell on that right now-- he managed to balance carrying the creature with his hip and one arm so he could use the other to reach and pluck one of his full length feathers. This was much harder to do with just one hand, and he had not expected to implement this plan tonight, but sometimes life gives you lemons.

Or, in this case, shifters whose lives you could save, if only you can pull this off.

  After twisting it a very specific way, Fether brought the feather up to his lips, and blew. The sound was nearly inaudible, even if you ignored the screaming of the crowd, though the fox winced. Sorry bud, this was a vital part of the plan. And sure enough, several of the fighters reacted, immediately getting whipped up into even more of a frenzy. It was an unfortunate side effect, but the way the guards immediately began checking their Walkies talkies and taking off told him the other half was in play. Good-- they would need the distraction.

He had never been able to test this previously-- that would have been far too dangerous-- so they had only one shot at getting out. He booked it to the one part of the fence that no longer had people around it. The fox needed to be dropped, since he had to have both hands for this. Hopefully they will understand and stick close. Khikwi held his wings tightly to his back as he got to work on jiggling the fencing, knowing it was loose in this area, so if he had just a few minutes he could get it open enough to at least shove the newbie through. Sweat soon started to drip, as he felt an intense heat from behind him. With no time to look, he had to just move and hope it wasn’t some new threat.

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Some of the weaker creatures that were shoved out of the way of the bear had turned their attention back to the two, and the whistle had drawn even more attention. Apollo felt that they were trapped, though for some reason he trusted the winged mutant. Even he could see that they needed time, though, so he did the only thing he could think of and stepped towards the approaching enemies.

He snarled, fur rippling all down his back, as fire started to curl out of his mouth. More flames danced down his spine, following the line of fur before gathering and splitting at the base, manifesting as extra tails, and the sand around his paws started to almost glow from the heat the flames left as he stepped forward. Everything headed their way hesitated, unsure how to deal with this new threat. Good-- that’s all he needed, he thought-- that’s right, focus on him, let  his impromptu partner in crime do whatever it was he was doing.

Hopefully quickly.

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Fether barely had time to get the fence open enough to possibly drag himself though when a strange blue with a cybernetic arm grabbed his own. Cold fear drove straight through the rust’s heart, but it was replaced by shock when instead of getting shoved back down, he was almost effortlessly pulled up and through. His wings caught on the fence, but after a bit of tugging, and losing some feathers, he was through. Instantly he turned, only then seeing the fire on the fox. The blue said something, a name, and the shifter instantly was put out, turning and leaping, getting pulled through as well. The fence got shoved back in place just in time for the tiger bug from before to slam into it with a snarl.

Fether’s chest was heaving. What was going on, who was this, his mind raced, but the adrenaline hit again instead. No time, no time, they had to go go go go! The blue took a moment to remove the collar from the fox that prevented him from shifting, then insisted they should follow. And… he did. He had nowhere else to go, and confidence tended to have a lot of strength in these situations. He didn’t catch everything said as they moved, but something about safety, and not going back, and the blue would take care of it. And for some reason…

Fether believed him.

(Pictured, Fether Khikwi, post freedom, as drawn by @memurfevur )