I have done what kinitopet fandom (probably) does not have but totally does (not) need... a CRIME AU! i am so sorry
Tw on poorly drawn guns, masks, scars, robbery police etc baisicly crime stuff
I have so much work why am i doing this... it is like 3 am...... aNYWAY---
More yapping and magnifyed parts under the cut
I was just literally sitting in the bus from uni and like "jeez can't imagine how those with full au-s abt tsp or kp, that must be so hard, i have one design and im already dying
And than i thought what au can i do for kinitopet
And here i am, 5 hours later with full ref-sheet and a little story idea in my head
Okay now to the au
It might be bad it might be okay-ish, well an okay-ish option is that they are like "Bad Guys"-ajesent group, you know, rob banks, skedadle with money, no killing, etc, all to make them redeamable, but, i mean.... they are horror charscters.... we all want our qute kinito but, u know...... he literally does not take "no" for an answer, just saying
So my idea is that maybe kinito does crime to get attentoin of that one detective, you know, "You" and does those "hello, you!" like he is talking to everyone while specifically naming You (((:
Aaand he is really in crime for that cat-n-mouse game, money are a bonus to do more crime with, he is just resl smart and wants to find soneone who is as intelligent as him and can catch him (or at least follow his clues)
Also they wear matching fake tatoos bc statistically most people are gonna notice a tatoo and they are gonna search you by it
And they have their secret normal lifes ofc bc why not
Sooooooo, i'll probably would never draw those guys again unless i guess y'all really like them, but in any case be free to take them and do whatev ya want, just tag/credit me (:
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I am smacking you all in the face with hope for the future, dammit! (affectionately)
There’s a trend I’m noticing with people in their 20s (I am also in my 20s but I’m not Like This for whatever reason): people keep saying stuff like “The world isn’t gonna be around for another 50 years” or “I’m not gonna live past 40.″ Which is disturbing in a lot of ways, obviously, and I suck at interpreting jokes so maybe it’s that, I do think they’re at least partly joking, but... Y’all need some hope in your lives, Jesus Christ. I know we live in an era of uncertainty and bad things exist but holy cow, you’ve gotta remember good things exist too! Otherwise you’ll just lose your mind and that’s not helping anything.
I know there are a lot of factors here, including human rights and politics and economics, etc., but I’m going to focus on the one I know the most about: climate change. And I’m in a unique position, because I am an environmental science student, which means I have heard all the climate doom stuff AND many of the possible solutions. I’ve been thinking of making a climate hope blog for a while now, but I’m having a hard time finding the energy. I’m increasingly convinced that needs to be a thing, though, so while I battle the annoying tasks of Real Life which are currently devouring my free time, here’s a reading/other resources list for anybody who needs some hope for the (environmental) future (tentatively organized from being the most-to-least work to read/watch/whatever, though that’s just in my experience and ymmv):
[Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with any of these things or their creators, they’re just things I enjoyed or found helpful]
The Future Crunch Newsletter: Want to hear about all the ways the world is getting better? Want to read about the downfall of the fossil fuel industry, the successes of renewable energy and electric vehicles, or the mind-blowing improvements in health and quality of life that are happening around the world? Then you will love this newsletter! This is one of those things I never stop recommending to people, because I know I’m not the only person whose sanity desperately needs it. This one does have a paid version which has more stuff but the free one is awesome too. I also highly recommend the annual “100 Good News Stories You Missed In [Year]” article. This is the single easiest and most accessible thing on this list, so if you find it hard to read books (very understandable, so do I), then you might find this newsletter more appealing.
How To Save A Planet [podcast]: This is mostly what is sounds like: a podcast in which each episode focuses on a planet-saving solution, and ends with a call to action about how you can contribute. Actually, hang on, back up: I don’t mean planet-saving in the sense of superhero movies, where one solution fixes everything. I mean little things that can all contribute to the big picture - that’s generally the kind of solutions those of us in the field of environmental studies talk about, and if you want to see this on a big scale (as in literally a step-by-step plan for putting a bunch of little things together into the big picture), check out Project Drawdown - I’ll talk about it more later.
It’s just neat to hear about the different (and sometimes bizarre) ways people are trying to solve this problem.
2040 [documentary]: Well, sort of a documentary? It’s been described as “an exercise in fact-based dreaming.” It’s the story of a filmmaker who travels the world to imagine a hopeful future for his daughter: one in which already existing solutions have been used to solve climate change. These solutions run the gamut from fairly normal (solar power) to kinda bizarre (kelp farming via marine permaculture - look up permaculture if sustainable farming is something you’re into, it’s insanely cool). Okay, kelp farming doesn’t sound that bizarre, but the way it’s depicted made my head explode, in a good way. Maybe that’s just me. I’ll stop rambling, here’s a Wikipedia article with a synopsis in case none of that made any sense.
Project Drawdown: Okay, fair warning, this one might melt your brain a little. (I mean, not all of it, they’ve got some great intro videos too. Just... the table of solutions is overwhelming.) But that’s not entirely a bad thing, because it is literally a step-by-step guide to climate change mitigation. Of course it’s not going to be simple. And yes, they did the math: the table of solutions consists of 94 different strategies, and how much CO2-equivalent emissions they would prevent or sequester in the next 30 years according to two different scenarios. It’s kinda wild to look at, because holy shit they did the math! It makes the whole thing feel concrete in a way most discussions of climate mitigation don’t. And if the math sounds a bit much, maybe check out these lovely video lessons, which are each about 15 minutes long.
(You might notice I keep saying mitigation, as opposed to say, prevention or something. Sorry folks, but we’re kinda past the stage of preventing it - we’re already experiencing climate change. But that doesn’t mean we can’t stop the worst of its effects, or that the world is gonna end. The world is changing, yeah. It does that, always has and always will, it’s just changing right now in ways we haven’t seen before. Yes, those changes could be really bad - some already are - but they’re far from the worst thing this planet has been through, and we have a lot of really brilliant and dedicated people working on this. It’ll be rough, no question, but I really do believe this is something we can get through.)
The Long Way To A Small Angry Planet by Becky Chambers: A sorta solarpunk scifi novel focusing on the multi-species crew of a wormhole-building spaceship and their chaotic found family dynamic. Some of the best worldbuilding I’ve ever encountered, and it’s an interesting story for our era because it shows how humanity has rebuilt after a mentioned-in-passing catastrophe which destroyed Earth, and somehow isn’t morbid about this at all. It’s also got an interesting dynamic on the galactic politics side of things, as humans aren’t in charge - we’re actually a small and minimally influential species, and one of the key parts of the novel is how the human captain of the Wayfarer wants to do big tunnel-building jobs that are usually left to other species. Becky Chambers has a lot of hopeful, cozy scifi novels, most of which I have not yet read, but everything I have read by her has been awesome.
Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants by Robin Wall Kimmerer is a nonfiction book by a botanist, professor, and member of the Citizen Potawatomi Nation. It focuses on Traditional Ecological Knowledge (that’s a thing environmental academics talk about and it’s basically what it sounds like: the ways people in a variety of cultures, especially Indigenous ones, traditionally interact with and know the world around them), the relationship between people and the environment, and how these can intersect with Western science. If you’d like your entire understanding of human-environment relationships turned upside down in a way that will give you hope for the future, this is the book for you. It’s a great antidote to that thing people say about how humans are just bad and destructive and a plague upon the earth, yada yada yada. It’s also organized such that you don’t have to read the whole thing; each chapter stands well alone, and you can get a lot out of it even if you just read one (I admit to not having finished the book, executive dysfunction is a thing). I had to read this for a class last year and have recommended it to people every chance I’ve gotten since; it is that good.
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The Lesson
Vox x Reader
Summary: Vox comes home to find you lying in a pool of your own blood.
As soon as the security cameras in your shared penthouse went dark, he knew something was very, very wrong.
His screen shut off as he focused on any nearby surveillance cameras, only to find that he couldn't get a good angle no matter which direction he turned them to. With a feral growl of frustration, he sent himself through one of the ground-level cameras, ignoring the startled yelps of unsuspecting pedestrians as he zapped into existence.
A path parted for him as he stormed into the building, flashing into the elevator and rigging it to move four times as fast.
He barely restrained himself from just busting down the door in his terrified fury, instead carefully twisting open the doorknob with a white-knuckled fist.
Silence was the second warning. The apartment was never silent, either with Vark thumping around cheerfully or you humming to yourself as you moved through the hallways or tapped away at your keyboard.
The eerie lack of background noise sent an ice cold chill down his spine. He found that he could barely breathe.
With soundless steps, he crept further into the apartment, afraid of what he might—or might not find waiting for him.
He found Vark first, nearly stepping in the growing puddle of blood if he hadn't pulled his foot back in time. Vox strangled a noise in his throat, hastily dropping to his knees as he shrugged off his jacket and tied it as tightly around the shark's mangled side as he could, trying to staunch the bleeding. A numbing thought surfaced in his mind. If Vark was in this condition, then you...
No longer concerned with being silent or careful, Vox flashed into different rooms in your apartment. The bathrooms, the kitchen, the living room.
He found you in your shared bedroom, slumped against the wall as your hair shielded your face. Vox spasmed and glitched, having to mentally force himself to shove his worries in the back of his mind in order to keep control of his movements.
"Y/n?" He whispered, afraid to approach you. Terrified of what he might discover.
You didn't respond, making the cold ball in his chest expand until it felt like his airways were freezing solid. Like his entire body was shutting down.
No. NonoNONONONO.
He half stumbled, half fell at your feet, clawed hands grasping your soft arms and shaking lightly—then harder, when you stayed unresponsive. His knees were wet, something warm—blood, his mind unhelpfully supplied—and his vision was getting concerningly blurry. His hands slid up your shoulders, ignoring the large oozing gash across your chest, and cupped your limp face, where blood was also dripping down the right side in slow rivulets.
"Y/n?" His voice cracked.
When you didn't stir, he let out a choked sob, hastily divesting himself of his dress shirt and pressing the scrunched up ball into your open wound. You didn't even flinch. Fuck.
"Come on, sweetheart, don't do this to me," he said, voice strained as he desperately checked your vitals. His heart nearly stopped when he discovered that yours had.
"Noo," he moaned, sending bolts of electricity into your chest, fruitlessly trying to restart your failed heart. Cursed his lack of proper lips that made CPR that much more difficult.
It took a while before he stopped trying, tiring himself out until crushing sadness replaced the pulsing adrenaline. Vox leaned against the wall, panting as he cradled your cooling body in his lap. He held you when your lips went blue, stroking your hair tenderly like you were still alive. He held you until the first notes of color started to replenish your cheeks once more, until your chest began to delicately rise and fall as your insides repaired themselves.
When your eyelids finally fluttered open, it was to bloodshot, red rimmed ones staring back at you.
"Vox?" You whispered softly, causing your lover to let out a ragged breath. "W-What—?" And then suddenly it all came back to you with a jolt. The demons who broke in and killed you. They didn't want anything you offered them, only to cause as much pain to the TV demon as they possibly could. And what better way to kill him than with his heart? Your bottom lip shook as the horrible memories replayed in your mind, only cut off by the warm chest your face was shoved into.
"Don't," he croaked, shaking his head. "I can see what you're doing, stop it."
Your eyes welled as you let out your own shuddering breath, weak fingers coming up to clutch at the bare skin of his back. He held you as silent tears ran down your face, holding you tighter every time your fingers flexed.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of your neck. "I'm sorry I didn't protect you."
"They didn't want anything," you heaved, burying your face deeper in his shoulder. "Th-they just said they wanted to hurt you and—oh my god, Vark!" You immediately moved to get up, only to be pulled back down again.
"Shh, it's okay," he soothed. "The cameras are back online, I can see him moving around in the kitchen." Internally though, his heart pounded with an incredible rage. So some suicidal fuckers thought they could break into his house and lay their hands on you? Holy fucking shit, when he got his hands on them they were going to wish they'd just stayed in the shadows. That was a promise.
You sagged with relief against him, and he let you stay curled up against him for a few more minutes, before he carried you to the shower. After gently helping you clean off, rubbing your tense muscles when your hands trembled, he dressed you in the fuzziest sleepwear you owned, before depositing you carefully under the silk covers.
"Don't leave," you pleaded, making his heart ache. He acquiesced, staying until he was sure you were asleep, before his screen went dark as he lost himself in the flowing web of information that he'd built himself.
His screen flashed red as a single eye opened. "Found you."
That morning you woke up to lean arms draped over you, a defined chest pressed tightly to your back. A small smile graced your lips.
"Morning," he whispered into your ear.
"Morning," you smiled back. And when you asked the silent question, did you do it? He nodded, pulling you closer.
You leaned your head on his chest, thank you. He squeezed your hand, of course.
***
Art inspiration for the scene “Found you.” HERE (from zerochan, as unfortunately I could not find the direct post)
Artist above (Kwiisha) twitter account HERE
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