I have a headcannon you might like that has to do with Kankri/Mituna. My friend and I were talking about it. What if Kankri and Mituna were a thing before the accident that left him mentally damaged? Like they were matesprits and totally in love, but then Mituna had his accident and Kankri just didn’t really know how to deal with it so he distanced himself from Mituna. That’s why he became a celibate, because the only person he would want to be with it Mituna but he can’t really bring himself to do it so he doesn’t want anyone else. He doesn’t like Mituna’s disability because he isn’t sure how to deal with it but he still loves Mituna so whenever someone starts being rude to him, he jumps to Mituna’s defense the best way he can–which usually includes him mentioning how much he hates Mintuna’s disability because wow, he really loves Mituna but he feels like the disability is getting in the way. Talk about resentment but it’s not Mituna’s fault so he can’t really hate Mituna for it. Meanwhile maybe there’s a part of Mituna that realizes he’s messed up and just keeps wondering why Kankri isn’t really around anymore.
oh my god this is basically the most perfect thing i’ve ever seen in my life
At first you’d thought it’d be easy, reaffirming yourself into the position of Mituna’s Most Important Someone. You hadn’t been the first to find him, after whatever it was that had happened to make those scars cut down from his forehead, but you’d cared for him until he woke up, every day doing more, giving more, even to the point where everyone else was worried about you, too. Even Kurloz stayed away, though it was his duty as a moirail to watch over and protect him. You’d hissed out spitefully, when he came to Mituna’s side to try and aid him with you, “Maybe you should have done that earlier, you stitch-mouthed, overly religious freak.”
It was terrible of you to say, you know that, and even now, you still regret it a little bit. But it’s not your fault that Mituna didn’t wake up for almost two perigrees afterwards. Maybe you might have been able to save him if you’d just been there sooner…maybe you even could have prevented it altogether. His words of doom, his prophecies, you’d heard him tell them before, sometimes when he was sleeping, sometimes when he was awake and screaming from visions you couldn’t understand. You, of all trolls, should have believed him. He was your matesprit, after all.
three sentences meme! Kankri/Mituna-and-or-Latula, zombie AU? :3
You don’t know what’s more embarrassing: heroically flinging yourself at a shambling zombie to rescue your new acquaintance only to be unheroically subdued within seconds; or the fact that said shambling corpse appears to have managed this subduing mostly by falling on you and clinging.
“Holy fuck, dude, he’s not a zombie; would you chill?” Latula says, peering down at you, and, okay, now you have discovered the pinnacle of embarrassment.
The not-a-zombie–showing no sign of attempting to untangle himself from you at any point in the foreseeable future–snickers against your jawline: “I calld bithe you ilf that helphth.”
Summary: Divergent AU where AR and Li'l Seb get kicked into a new universe with some snazzy new cyborg bodies they’re still working out the bugs in.
In which AR discovers that kidnapping rarely solves more problems than it creates, Mituna breaks out of a lab (with some help), and Seb continues to take good care of his Bro.
Kankri gives you one of his primmest expressions. “Are you asking me to explain the simple morality behind avoiding wanton destruction or
must I supply some additional justification?”
“But I’m so good at wanton destruction.”
You’re glad Latula seems to know where she is going because this place is very confusing. It sort of reminds you of the inside of your
head, all contrasting fragments and puzzle pieces put together wrong.
You now identify with influx sites and you can’t decide if this means
you love them or you hate them.
You follow Latula.
gracefully. You’re bug testing the walking-on-your-own procedure again
and the fail rate remains fucktastically laughable. You trip, and you
fall, and Latula waits patiently for you to collect yourself and catch
up, and with each iteration you suppose you make progress of a sort.
It’s like some malevolent wave function—reduce the frequency and you
only send the amplitude rocketing up. You fall less but you wipe out
At one point, you tumble down an entire flight
of steps at the end of a sidewalk which really has no business being
there. Latula appears over you, wide-eyed. "Holy shit, dude.“ Her
expression balances on the line between humor and alarm. "Are you