#kintsugi fic

[sunjestic]

bluesky sketch dump: Kintsugi fic art part 4

actually some of these arent on bluesky yet, but oh well

[theslowestpoke]

Kintsugi!verse Lore Drop

Stiles canonically plays the equivalent of World of Warcraft ("an online community that battles mythical creatures"), therefore I have decided he would also play tabletop RPGs if he could get enough other people to play with him. I don't think this will ever come up in the mainline story of Kintsugi - though it may appear in the Sonder appendices - so here is a hastily compiled headcanon of their ttrpg group:

Stiles - the forever GM. He has encyclopedic knowledge of the rules and he's not afraid to use it, but he is willing to bend them if his players try something really clever or funny and then make an abysmal roll. Has been trying to get Scott to play for years to no avail, but once Isaac was on board, Scott followed. Created an entire homebrew world after finding tiny but unforgivable icks about all the canon campaigns - the inevitable fate of anyone who spends as many hours as he does researching anything he finds remotely interesting. Draws his own maps, uses different voices for each NPC, has enough sets of dice to open his own game shop, and gives an inspiration bonus to any player who shows up in cosplay.

Isaac - plays a completely different character for every campaign and loves them all equally. Writes elaborate backstories during character creation and is super embarrassed about how geeky that makes him look until Stiles finds out and starts weaving them into the plot hooks and encounters. First ever character was an elf ranger with a falcon animal companion based on Tristan from the 2004 King Arthur movie, which nobody called him out for because he said he'd seen it with Cam. Brings everyone's character sheets to each session and keeps them all organized by campaign in an accordion binder.

Scott - refused to play all the times Stiles asked before because he didn't think he'd understand the rules enough to make it fun for Stiles, but ultimately got persuaded when Isaac joined and Stiles designed a druid character for him as a last ditch attempt to convince him. Unironically thinks Wild Shape is the coolest ability in the game and refuses to play any other class, although he sometimes plays other races. Designated person in charge of procuring snacks for game night. Character sheet is a mess of eraser marks and marginalia that nobody else can read, but he's having a great time. Makes friends with every single NPC they meet, to the point that Stiles started making some of them recurring encounters.

Allison - invited by Scott, agreed to play because she thought it would irritate her dad, only to discover he had a complete set of books for older versions because "sometimes the lore is surprisingly accurate." Despite most of them assuming she'd play a ranger, much prefers to play rogues. The first player to use a special voice for a character, for which Stiles wrote her a personalized magical item. Stays in character the entire session and likes to 100% every area. Draws portraits of all the party members for Stiles to use as initiative trackers.

Lydia - actually invited herself because "I'm not letting you guys play a game about math without me." Takes incredibly detailed notes and sends everyone a recap summary before the next session. The closest thing to a min-maxer in the party, purely for the challenge of creating the most mathematically perfect characters, but has very good game sense and never makes the other players feel underutilized. Stiles lets her create stat blocks for enemy NPCs. Doesn't do voices, but wears thematic outfits. Prefers magic users, always chaotic neutral. So good at solving puzzles and riddles that Stiles had to rewrite an entire dungeon just to stump her.

Derek - refuses to play no matter how many times he is asked by Stiles, Isaac, or Scott. In protest, Stiles created a caricature NPC of him which appears in all campaigns. Every time the party meets "Derek" in-game, Isaac sends him a group photo of everyone raising their cups. Derek saves them in a secret password-protected folder on his computer.

[ilustrariane]

“I Am Free”

ok, so this is the big phantom thing i was doing!!! i made this as a gift for @soignante 

 it is my favorite scene from her modern AU Phantom fic “Kintsugi”, amazing brown skin Christine surprises Erik, performing one of his original compositions, and while i was reading i was like “omg, i can’t even...”. I love this, i love this fic, it is my favorite fic ever, i just had to make this, and i had a lot of fun. i hope the phandom enjoy this, and that you will read it. 

fic link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11953651/1/Kintsugi

Also, Soignante, you are an amazing writer, i’m sure you will be writing a lot of amazing stuff in the future. 

so yeah, i made this in digital ink and digital watercolors

[kae-karo]

金継ぎ (kintsugi) - bnha fic - completed!

金継ぎ (kintsugi) - E

ch 21/21 - 希望的 (hopeful) - epilogue - 6k

[read final ch on ao3]

tags: todobakudeku, shinkami, some erasercloudmic, aged up canon divergence au where they teach at ua, fluff angst and eventual smut, internal conflict, shiggy gets a redemption arc, eri’s here too

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Katsuki has been teaching the UA hero course for years - alongside Deku - and it's...good. Like, actually good. He and Deku are even sort of...friends, or something. But apparently, that sadist Aizawa seems determined to make Katsuki suffer: he's adding a new hero course co-teacher to their ranks, plus he's okayed Shirakumo's new program that's basically designed to put Katsuki on edge. Not to mention, Aizawa put UA's "golden child" in Katsuki's class, and she's quickly becoming a thorn in his side. -- Eri's not spoiled, she's just used to getting her way - sitting in on UA classes since she was a kid, training with all the top heroes at the school, and getting special preference when choosing her elective classes. Except it seems that Aizawa has gone out of his way to make sure that Eri has the worst first official year at UA ever by putting her into Bakugou's hero course instead of Deku's. So she'll just have to take matters into her own hands (while, of course, figuring out which of the other teachers big bro Hitoshi happens to have a major crush on)

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[tk-duveraun]

Kintsugi 1/?

Title: Kintsugi Fandom: Star Wars: The Old Republic Rating: PG-13 Genre: Drama, Family, Romance Summary: Rhiannon cracked her skull open during the Sacking of Coruscant. After the Jedi rebuilt her brain and right eye, they felt she owed them her service as an initiate, a padawan and later a knight. She disagreed. Notes: This is an AU of “Splintered Legacies” which itself is an AU of “Legacies.” It can be read separately, though those stories can provide both insight and confusion relating to this one.

“Rhiannon.”

“Yes, Master?” she said because she’d forgotten their name. She knew their pronouns, which shouldn’t have been an achievement, but they were a twi’lek with cones and not ears and that was hard to ignore.

“You seem distracted. Is everything alright?”

No, it wasn’t. She hated the Jedi, but Jedi weren’t allowed to hate. Ria touched the bottom edge of the vertical scar that split her face. “Yes. Just my head. You know.”

“Is the pain back? We can delay your Trials if you need healing.” The master bowed their head, their yellow lekku slipping around their shoulders to fall to the front. They wore combat robes, which could mean that they would proctor the Trial of Skill, but could mean nothing at all.

Ria shook her head, her padawan braid slapping her mouth and the back of her neck. “No, I would like to start now.” Once she was a knight, she’d never have see Master Breda again or drink her horrific flower tisanes. Once she was a knight, she could leave Tython and never return. Once she was a knight, she’d be free.

“As you like.” The master pressed a code into a keypad: aurek, three, four, dorne, zero, six. The door opened with a hiss, but the chamber on the other side was dark and illusioned so she could not see inside. Passing into the chamber could be part of the test itself.

Ria closed her eyes and let the feel of the Force take over her senses. Force energy leaked out of the walls and the ground and from the very core of the planet that soaked up millenia of Force techniques. It flowed through her like so much water until only the dregs remained. The dregs being whatever stupid techniques were used on the room to obscure the contents. With claws of will, she tore through the spell.

When she opened her eyes, the room was still only lit by the light from the hallway, but she could see a few steps in. Intuition gave her no warnings, so Ria stepped inside. The door slid shut behind her. Her boots scraped loudly against the floor tiles, but the sound was wrong. The vibrations bounced off something she couldn’t see or Sense. She slipped a black, kilik silk eyepatch over her rebuilt eye and then cupped her hands. They siphoned ambient Force out of the air until she had a glowing pool of energy between her palms.

She threw the energy deeper into the room where it splashed against the walls and floor before settling like bioluminescent gel. Nothing revealed itself. She sang a note; well, she tried to. It warbled and fluttered like a fletchling making its first tenuous flight, but that was thanks to her own inability to sing rather than whatever remained hidden from her. Like the footsteps, the discordant notes bounced wrong. Her ears warred with her eyes, insisting there was some kind of dampener or sound-proofing directly ahead.

The first dispel had already failed, so what options did she have left? Walking into it face-first seemed like a bad idea. She could try going around it, but her hearing wasn’t especially sensitive. Whatever it was hadn’t responded to her poor attempt at a solid note, which suggested talking to it wouldn’t help, but it might. What she really wanted to do was strike with her vibrosword, but she suspected that was a one-way trip to reeducation, along with using the Force to choke the air out of the area. Without taking her eye off the empty space, Ria knelt and felt around the floor tiles for a pebble or something else she could throw.

Her groping fingers found something metallic. She felt around it with both hands, trying to identify the item without sight. A battery pack. Her forehead wrinkled as she narrowed her eyes, the right one still under the eyepatch. She could throw the battery. Or she could use her brain and figure out what stupidly obvious device had been left in the room for her to power. The only thing that kept her from saying “Hur, dur, I’m a Jedi why do I need electronics” was the high probability that she was being recorded. Like a shaclaw, she walked sideways to the wall and patted it down for something in need of power. She made it three quarters of the way around the room before finding a wall sconce.

The battery pack slid up through a slit in the bottom and activated a blue, polarizing light. It revealed Master Shakyu kneeling in a meditation posture, his yellow eyes with their slit pupils trained on her. He rose to his feet and nodded. “Well done. You have passed the Trial of Insight.”

Ria gestured around the room, where her Force gel or whatever had nearly dissipated. “Can you even make polarized light with the Force?”

“Some can, but you’re right to assume it’s difficult.” He pointed to the lamp. “And your energy is much better served turning on a light.”

“Does this turn into the Trial of Spirit if they don’t figure it out, or is it just a straight failure?” She pulled off the eyepatch and blinked as her eye adjusted to the light. She stuck her thumbs under the sash tying her over robe together.

“If a padawan assumes it is the Trial of Spirit and begins to meditate, yes. If they guess correctly it is the Trial of Insight, but fail to find a solution, it is a failure.”

That was stupid. Being completely wrong was rewarded, while realizing the problem and then that the challenge was beyond them was a failure. A sneer fought against the placid expression on Ria’s face. She could lambaste the idiocy at the top of her lungs once she was free. “I see.”

Master Shakyu nodded to her and then placed his furred hand flat against the wall behind where he’d sat. An invisible scanner beeped and the wall opened to reveal a small hallway with a sharp left turn cutting out line of sight. “You may continue forward.”

[sunjestic]

bluesky sketch dump: Kintsugi fic art part 2

[sunjestic]

busy irl, but here is a quick little ravio with sheerow and shadow

[sunjestic]

director's commentary for the Kintsugi comic i posted last week. i put a lot of thought into it, and i really wanted to talk about it.... i am a yapper

i am once again begging y'all to read this fic-