#lav asks

For such a lovely ask for me to have woken up too, I made you a little something for being so sweet. I hope you enjoy it just as much as all my other art. :)

Well hello!!! @lavendertwilight89

Thank you for asking me this interesting question, I think as a character- I was in fact not so impressed by his character in the beginning, being my Inukag ass- I am like DUDE WTF you separate my best girl Moroha from her parents to this ass.

And he did not have much screen time as he should...until we have little nooks of his past like he is bros with Toga, and he is quite an honourable GOAT which gave me that vibe of Lord Shimura from Ghost of Tsushima that he is honourable in behaviour but stuck in his ways, and along with that prophecy with the Shikon no Tama gave that he would be killed by a being that is neither human and demon, and I be like holy shit- this is some good Macbeth shit 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻

They do have some good shit in episode 15 of Trashhime showing a much softer side of Kirinmaru that he loves reading (I am same) and did not want to get into Zero's petty bullshit, and I am like yes I stan this man.

Unfortunaely it is that only crumb, and I am like f**k this, which I am so glad when they really dropped the ball, in the S1 of Trashhime (Mind you that I watch S1 on and off, but stalking on twitter/reddit and tumble is better) when he become impulsive when he be like murdering knvies on a 14 year old 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

I am like WTF

(THIS IS MY FACE THROUGHOUT THIS WHOLE EPISODE), it was so bad that I did a rant to a friend (Mind you a Non Inuyasha fan) that I am like f*** this, and thank god I did because Season 2 was a hot mess and I am not buying that he has a fatherly relationship with Rion 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

So it was that period of time in between the infamous episode 15 and this season finale that actually You go whenever you go actually blossomed to be a soon 13 chapter fic with many many many many conversations with @fawn-eyed-girl about the psyche of Kirinmaru which turned out to be this beast I made.

Now to canon divegerence Kirinmaru (Not the new versions which I made lately, with To Enchanted Lands and Beyond; with Bookshops and friends and now The Winter of Our Discord), so when I have that conversation which Fawnie asked me what is his backstory which propelled him to be a terrible father figure to Riku- that I build on his idea as an ambassador to human worlds though he hid it indifferently, which is a homage to his mythological inspiration of the Kirin that really set into stone of what I do in the story which I think canon writers cannot do LMAO. And yes it snowballed here to this frosty indifferent boy! and TBH I like this more than the bullshit impulsive shit canon gave me.

I think the beauty is that he is so undeveloped, that I can go nuts- and this canon divergence version, I am very inspired by Richard II from Shakespeare Richard II, while the others like To enchanted Lands and beyond, I explore the femme side of him, as I see his expressions being soft and girly LOL (Fangirl simp me likes that), for Bookshops and friends-i channel a lot of me in stressful scenarios (though he is not very extroverted) and now winter, he is just a bitch LOL

Oh my god this become an essay xD In short my boy Kirinmaru deserved better

okay I know this has been sitting in my inbox for days and I’m sorry for not replying earlier but like my friend who I usually share hcs with is asleep and I’m dying to share these hcs so

Ya know that au I got where Randy and Howard become a successful band with LaVander? Yeah take some hcs aboht that

One of the bands most popular albums is called “Resentments of a Forgotten Childhood” and the album is basically Randy venting about his struggles as the ninja.

Randy, of course, doesn’t actually remember anything about being the ninja, (thus the ‘forgotten’ part in the title) but he never really had a chance to release the emotions his experience gave him, so he took this chance to get those feelings out.

Howard had a surprising amount of input on the album, more than he normally would. LaVander was just cool with going with whatever Randy wrote.

The album cover is a picture of Randy reaching down to grab some sort of mask and sword.

There’s a song on the album that Randy has described to be both a “thank you and a fuck you” towards the Nomicon. “It’s like, if I hadn’t encountered that ‘thing’ I wouldn’t be who I am today, so I’m grateful that I did and had the opportunity I was given. But it’s also like, if you hadn’t came towards me, I wouldn’t have had to gone through that. So, thank you and fuck you” - Randy, in an interview.

The album also features two songs about being stanked and/or being corrupted by the powerball, “Fallen Hero” and “King” and they got a mixed response because they were so different from the rest of the album. The rest of the album has a Shinedown/We Are The Empty rock vibe, while “Fallen Hero” and “King” have more of a electronic vibe. Regardless, people still loved the songs and it actually sparked a lot of fanart of Randy as some kinda supervillain bc they give off those vibes.

Another song is called “Secret” that’s about Randy’s struggle with imposter syndrome as the ninja thanks to the fact that he couldn’t tell anyone it was him.

It also has a remastered version of “Detention Deficit Disordered” as a bit of a callback.

A guilty confession. I don't want to, I didn't mean to, but now I do.

Javey

David stood in front of the circulation gate, having taken the position of leader since Jack left him the night before.

“Alright, remember, we’re hurtin them and they know it. No soakin’ or hittin’ anyone.” He reminded the newsies as the gates swung open. The wagons made their way out followed by the army of goons and scabbers.

“I’m seein t’ings tell me i seein t’ings!” Spot yelled angrily, pointing toward the scabbers. David turned around to see none other than Jack Kelly standing there, clad in new fancy clothes, a stack of papes in his hand.

David looked at him dumbfounded. He knew the other newsies were yelling things, but it all sounded muffled to him, as if he was underwater. It couldn’t be. Not his Jack. His Jack would never scab. Not the Jack that kissed him in the alleyway the night before.

“This is why you left last night isn’t it?!” He accused Jack, anger bubbling inside of him as the shock subsided.

“You’re a liar! You lied about everything!” He accused him, thinking back to the other night. Jack had confessed to him. Said that he felt things, things you’re not supposed to feel towards someone who is just a friend. They had kissed in that alleyway and now here he was, new clothes from Pulitzer of all people.

“So? What you wanna do about it Dave?” Jack responded with a shrug, acting like this wasn’t killing him inside. He had to be strong. He couldn’t afford anyone gettin locked up because of him, especially not David. The refuge was no place for someone like him. It would chew him up and spit him out and Jack wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

“I don’t understand you.” David replied, crossing his arms. He gave Jack a hard look, waiting for him to break and say it was all some sort of plan. That he wasn’t really giving up.

“Oh so let me spell it out for you. You see, I aint got nobody tuckin’ me in a niht, like you. It’s just me. I gotta look out fo’ myself, alrih?!” He spat back. David didn’t understand. He had folks and a place to call home. He had others to depend on for food and clothes and shelter. He was a good boy who went to school and would probably have a fancy job in some office some day. All Jack had was Santa Fe and until then it was his job to protect the younger newsies. Francis had left him in charge. It was his job.

“You had the newsies!” Dave protested, pointing at the angry crowd who had all showed up in support of Jack and the strike.

“Oh what did bein’ a newsie eva give me bu a dime a day n a few black eyes?” Jack asked with a scoff. “Ya know, I cant afford ta be a kid no mo Dave. Fo tha firs time in my life I got money in me pockets, real money. Money. You understan?!” He replied, shoving his shoulder to emphasize his point and also to put a little distance between him and Davey.

“I got mo on tha way n as soon as i collect ‘m gone, ‘m away, alrih?!” He said heatedly. Dave didn’t understand, he was too perfect. He was too good for Jack. He couldn’t have Dave, not when he could do so much better. He had to do this.

“Well that’s good because we don’t need you!” Davey replied, gesturing towards the other newsies. “We don’t need you! Because all those words you said, those were mine.” He added on, taking a step back from him. If Jack was going to give up he would lead the strike without him. He wasn’t afraid. He wasn’t a coward.

That stung Jack. It made his heart drop into his stomach and tears prick at the corners of his eyes. David was right. They didn’t need him. He was replaceable.

“Yeah, but you never had the guts to say em yaself, did ya?” He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth as soon as he saw the hurt in Davey’s eyes.

David straightened up and Jack could almost physically see the walls that he had gotten past to start to rebuild.

“I hate you.” David said coldly, his stare just as icy as his words, monotonous with no feeling. No life. “I hate you.” He repeated, shoving Jack away from him before walking back to the newsies, taking the rest of Jack’s heart with him.

Thanks for the ask!

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Javey

The crowd erupted in cheers as Les signaled to the crowd what Jack had just told them, they had won. The strike was over. And for a moment David was elated, they had actually done it. They had done something that nobody had tried before.

David was celebrating, that was until he heard the conversation between Denton and Jack.

“I told him you could use a ride.” Denton informed Jack with a grin.

“Think he’ll take me to the train yards?” Jack asked him.

The train yard… Of course, Jack was still set on going to Santa Fe. Even after all they had accomplished. Even after they had that kiss in the alley before Jack scabbed. The smile on Dave’s face fell and he put a hand on Jack’s shoulder.

“Can I have a word before you go?” He asked softly, pulling Jack out of the crowd and away from listening ears.

“Whas a matta Davey? We won ya shoul be celebratin! Ya can tell ya ol man ya will be gettin mo money.” Jack laughed, patting Dave on the shoulder.

Dave didn’t join in on his laughter. “Jack, you can’t go.” He stated, forcing himself to meet his eyes.

“Wha ya mean? Santa Fe was always tha plan David. Ya know tha. Win tha strike then go west. I ben planin this fo yeas. I hav ta go. Francis is thee.” He replied, eyebrows knitting together. David had known this. He told him how his brother, Francis, moved to Santa Fe to get them a home. He had to go.

“Jack, he hasn’t written to you in years. Santa Fe is a big city. Face it, he’s gone. But Jack, here you have a family. You have the boys and Medda and..” he paused for a moment, looking around to make sure nobody was listening. “And you have me. That kiss, I know it meant something to you.” He said softly, hand resting on Jack’s bicep as he spoke.

Jack ripped his arm away from David. How dare he. How dare he talk about Francis like that. Sure he hadn’t written in a while but they were brothers. “Ya don know anythin bou Francis. I goin Dave. I alredy made up me min. Now I have ta go, cant keep tha govana waitin’.” He huffed, turning around to start walking towards the carriage Teddy Roosevelt was in, but Dave caught his hand before he could leave.

“Please, Jack. Stay.” He pleaded, tears now swimming in his baby blues. And Jack hesitated, frozen to the spot. Was Davey really crying over him? Did he care that much?

“Jack, I can't do this without you. I’m sorry, I’m not strong enough. So please. Stay.” David added, tightening his grip on Jack’s hand ever so slightly.

Jack forced himself to look away from Davey, biting his lip. “I’m sorry Dave, it’s my dream. I.. I have to go.” He whispered before walking towards the carriage. Jack kept his eyes forward as he walked, he knew if he looked back at David he would cave. He had to keep looking forward. This was his dream, right?

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It turned into angst… oopsie 😇

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