👀 Mind if Kōtarō shoots his shot for interaction ideas...?
Interaction Ideas
I'm going to be honest; given that Yamamoto considers even Lieutenants expendable, I don't think he'd give those who are Fourth Seat or lower during his life the time of day normally. So this is going to be one part contrived and two parts cheating. With that said, here we go:
It is the day of Kaien's death. Yamamoto visits the 13th Division in order to pay his respects and offers his condolences to Ukitake. On his way out, he happens to pass by a young Kotaro. While normally Yamamoto would be far too busy to waste time on an officer of such low rank, this is a solemn day. Thus, for once, he has empathy to spare and offers his condolences to the nebulously-low-numbered-seat as well. They have a conversation that spins off from there.
In a different world of steampunk wonder, Kotaro's skill with his air canons catches the eye of billionaire unintentional-playboy philanthropist Ukitake Jushiro. Ukitake takes such a liking to the street cleaner that he takes the young lad to Yamamoto. Unbeknownst to anyone outside his inner circle of Ukitake, Kyoraku, and Unohana, Yamamoto is the real power behind the city. He founded it, he owns 90% of the buildings and utilities within it, and the actions and agendas of his key agents make sure that everything keeps running in relative order. Kotaro, ever the humble street cleaner, has suddenly been thrust into a much bigger world with much darker alleys...
When Yamamoto was killed by Ywach, his soul was absorbed by the Emperor even as his corpse was messily desecrated. However, the process of converting Ywach into the new Soul King was as invasive as it was mind-bendingly cruel, and the unique methods involved caused Yamamoto's soul to be flung free from Ywach's grasp. Reborn in a world he does not recognize, with only a tattered uniform and Ryujin Jakka to comfort him, he is left unsure of what to do with himself and his new lease on life. As he learns about this new world and its strange ways, he eventually ends up forming a guild of his own called Koryu Dawn. Thanks to both the new Guild Master's natural strength and his talent for finding worthwhile individuals, Koryu Dawn experiences a fairly quick rise in notoriety. However, Yamamoto's new life hits a new snag when a joint mission with Phoenix Grave causes him to encounter a fellow refugee of his old world...
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I love seeing Danny Phantom showing up and being like ‘don’t ask too many questions but John Constantine I own your soul. All of it. Lmao sucks to suck bitch’, and he’s usually all Ghost King Full Regalia as he does it, at least in front of the Justice League, but consider—
He just shows up as Danny Fenton.
“yeah I got bored and collected the pieces like Pokémon. Gotta catch ‘em all” says the 5’2 teen who looks like a stiff breeze could trip him. He denies being a sorcerer, or a magician, concedes he’s maybe psychic but mostly he’s just…. The kid of two mad scientists—who have a basement lab where they opened a portal to what he SAYS is not hell but no one is frankly CONVINCED, by the way—and he hasn’t decided what to do with Constantine yet besides getting Danny into some r rated horror movies, but figures he should tell the dude probably.
“What’d you even trade for some of his soul contracts?”
“Don’t worry about it”
They worry about it
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Can Marinette Bench press a building?!
(Ladybugs, also known as lady beetles or ladybird beetles, are able to carry objects that are up to 1,000 times their own weight due to the unique structure of their exoskeletons. An exoskeleton is an external protective covering that provides support and protection to the insect's body. This covering is made up of a material called chitin, which is a strong and lightweight polymer. The exoskeleton also gives ladybugs their characteristic shiny, hard shells. Ladybugs use their powerful leg muscles to lift and carry heavy objects, such as large leaves or other insects. The unique structure of their exoskeleton allows them to distribute the load evenly across their body, making it possible for them to carry heavy objects without being weighed down. Additionally, their strong legs and other muscles are equipped to sustain this weight too)
But like with her legs???
I wanna see a MLB x DC fic where Marinette is working with young justice and like a building fucking falls on them but marinette just fucking kicks it away. Or picks it up. Itd be even more absurdly funny if she wasn't transformed and the super strength is like a kwami side effect.
WHAT IS MARINETTES WEIGHT? IS THERE A CANNON ANSWER??? DO I HAVE TO PULL A MATPAT AND DO PIXEL MEASUREMENT MATHAMATICAL BULLSHIT???? I WANNA KNOW IF SHE CAN LOFT A BUILDING OR NOT!!!
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Wen Ying resigns himself to having ~feelings~ for Shouxue with a sort of "this would have happened anyway" vibe (a modern AU would be lovely, but an in-universe also sounds great if you'd prefer that more!)
Also, as someone who's starved for Raven of the Inner Palace fic, I think you're a godsend btw
“Hey roomie—” Whatever he was going to say is abruptly aborted, Dan Hai’s large dog-like eyes rounding above a frown. “Aww, what’s wrong, buddy?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” Wen Ying drags himself across the apartment, joints collapsing in on themselves and landing him face first onto the couch.
Dan Hai folds himself over the back of the couch, crowding his space specifically in the way Wen Ying would prefer he does not. “What is it? Something wrong with your squish?”
Wen Ying sighs. Dan Hai’s skills of perception are truly unfair.
“Hmm? What was that? What did you say?”
Wen Ying pulls himself up from the couch cushion, takes a deep breath, and confesses his sins. “I masturbated yesterday.”
The pause is too long, the silence too thick for a man who habitually does not know how to shut up. When he looks up, Dan Hai’s startled expression is waiting for him. “Were you, like, thinking of her? I hate to inform you of this, but that’s pretty standard.”
This is what his life has come to. Getting life advice from this heathen who doesn’t even appreciate the skill it takes to properly play the clarinet.
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