#cataclysm au

The flying fucking squirrel tosses

Imagine a short ass 12 yr old dropping out of the sky and latching onto some guys face like a feral cat

Kakashi with a pupil blown wide enough to cover his whole iris: cute little genin that won’t immediately die? Ones that I won’t have to mourn and talk to at the memorial stone? All for me

Kakashi: where’s my rainbow ink pen Pakkun? I need to sign up for this right now.

The first time one of them hears someone call Naruto a demon with that curled lip and hate in their eyes the kids are alone. Two minutes later when Kakashi appears to calm them down having been across the village in a meeting with the Hokage, there’s screaming and fire and the ground itself raising to try and strangle the person who said it. He doesn’t even look at the singed and half buried man who had suffered his kids wrath. Instead he tugs the three of them close, Naruto shaking body in the middle with the other two clinging to him just as tightly as the were clinging to Kakashi.

Those fucking edited pics with mudslide Sakura

Meanwhile Sakura’s practicing her baseball bat swings with a whole ass tree sasuke lit on fire

ANTECEDENT

Chimneys pouring smoke, a cart propped up against a woodshed. Horses and barns and cows, a road solidifying into an icey mass of dirt and snow. Phil tips his head back and observes the clocktower, and beyond that, the shiny spires of the palace.

His home. After a year and a half.

It’s bittersweet. He’s arriving home for a funeral, after all, and after the funeral he’ll be crowned emperor himself. He doesn't feel ready.

(or, the reapertrio-centric prequel to Cataclysm, the 30 years of the Continent before we knew it.)

Techno works himself to the bone on patrols, watches, supply runs. His anxieties are only eased if he can assure everyone is safe.

He takes it to the point of neglecting his own health. He’s the blood god, he won’t die, so there’s nothing to worry about.

Right?

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Technoblade was consistently awoken just before dawn with the screams of a thousand tortured souls ringing in his ears.

TECHNOLAAAATE!!

He simply grunted and rolled over in bed.

Technolate Technolate Technolate! The voices chanted.

“Techno, mate, you coming?” A much more welcoming voice penetrated the cacophony. Techno just groaned in response.

Phil! Hii Phil! Dadza!! At least the voices weren’t screaming Technolate anymore. Techno swung his legs off the bed and sat up, blinking the sleep from his eyes. Philza pushed a hot mug of coffee into his hand.

“Sun’s coming up, we best get moving.” Phil didn’t seem much happier to be awake at such an ungodly hour, but he was at least fully dressed. Techno took a sip of the coffee and grimaced.

“Mornin’.” He mumbled.

“Sleep well?”

“Eh.”

“Yeah… come on, mate.” Phil took Techno’s cape off the back of his desk chair and tossed it on the bed. Techno took another sip of coffee and stood. His attic bedroom was cold, but cozy. Phil descended down the ladder as Techno rummaged around for his gear. Underclothes, padding, armor, cloak, potion belt, tools- the methodical rhythm of suiting up slowly brought Techno to full consciousness. When he met Philza at the door to his house, his eyes were bright.

He surveyed the Settlement in the early dawn light. A few tents were still set up, but most had long since been replaced by small houses that matched the spruce and stone aesthetic of the tundra. Snow had fallen just last night, and it blanketed the Settlement in drifts of white. It wouldn’t remain quiet for long. When Techno and Phil returned from patrol the paths would be cleared and footprints from people walking to and from their labors would mar the smoothness of the snow. For now, though, it was peaceful. One could almost think it was utopian, if not for the tall blackstone walls that surrounded the settlement as a stark reminder that there were things outside to be feared.

Satori took the truck well away from the overpass into town before settling down for the night. It was too dark to do much else.

There wasn’t much rest to be expected from being all alone in what was basically the wilderness, but Satori had been sleeping in unfamiliar, potentially dangerous areas for months now. She slept lightly, but well-ish. 

Breakfast was a can of beets. Joy.