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i'm glad we all agreed that meruem and komugi have a child named kokoriko. because not only does that just pull my heartstrings but like symbolically. the child that komugi creates—her pride and joy—that meruem brings to back to life...........cries
Collab with @sooziie, this took forever but it was really fun!
With every post, a smile, ت
"constellations" - merumugi drabble
a brief little warmup piece with merumugi and kokoriko, based solely on song vibes and a little headcanon of mine. I got the inspo listening to The Oh Hellos' "Planetarium Stickers on a Bedroom Ceiling" and of course, "Constellations"
(@mothcrayon pointed out kokoriko's a little bit renesmee cullen core but i guess that's what happens when your father was fully formed at his birth)
Her bright blue eyes puzzled up at the glowing dots in the air, dots that twinkled in and out of the night wind like stars she could reach out and touch. Warm in her father’s arms, her back pressed tight to his chest—Koko reached out to try and grab them, no clue how near or far they were. She opened her mouth and voiced her curiosity, a thin vowel sound from her lips that interrupted her parents' Gungi match.
Her mother lifted her head to smile at the sound. “What is it, sweet girl?”
Only an infant, she couldn't speak, but she wanted to.
mama. there are so many pretty lights all around me. i love them.
Her father's hand found the top of her head to smooth out her hair. “Do you see them, Kokoriko? The fireflies?”
fireflies. fire that takes to the air and twinkles like my night light.
She felt him lift her up under her arms as he stood. “Do you want to see one? I can bring you to them.”
Instinctually she wriggled, dangling from his hold, but excited to see the lights up close. She wanted to hold it in her tiny hand and inspect it further. The things that glowed were the prettiest things. The best things.
“Alright. Let’s go see them.”
Her mother stood up too, taking her cane to follow. Koko knew that between Mama’s cane and her and Papa’s arms locked together, she was assigned to the only free arm left at Papa’s side. It was that or she was in the sling, and if it could be helped, she did not want to be in the sling. The sling was for babies.
They wandered into the grass, further out into the field, right up to the thicket of trees. All around her were those blinking lights, slipping in and out of the darkness in bright yellow and green.
Koko bubbled over with giggles, wanting to take the flying fire and put it in her mouth. She wanted to hold it in her hands and shake it. She wanted to see them in her room when she went to bed.
Suddenly she was being passed to Mama, who took her into her arms and held her so that she was sitting against her breast. Koko loved it when she was held by Mama—warm and soft, and always comforted by her aimless humming and the sudden press of her lips to her hair. Mama had a lot of love in her heart and Koko felt every inch of it.
She watched her father fix on one of the lights, reaching up to catch it in cupped hands and hold it there, peering into the cracks his fingers made. Slowly, he returned to her, saying, “When I open my hands, it might go away. Are you looking?”
Papa was watching her eyes, which were fixed on his hands. She blew bubbles with her spit, trying to say, yes, i’m watching, i want to see, but she only made babbles. Her mother’s lips pecked the back of her head.
He opened his hands, and at first Koko saw nothing. She fully expected the light and was disappointed that she had missed it. But then, in his hands, the light beamed from the back of a small creature, its rump all aglow for a second before she realized what it was. It illuminated its own stick legs, its barbed feet, its tiny antennae, its yucky little body.
By the time she processed what it was, it fluttered out of Papa’s hands and buzzed, hurtling towards her face. She screamed and wriggled, trying to turn herself away but trapped facing forward in Mama's arms.
She started to shriek and wail, hot tears pooling and streaming down her wrinkled face and around her wide, sobbing mouth.
Meruem swatted at the firefly—miscalculating his strength against the poor thing and killing it instantly, its bioluminescence splattering his hand and making it glow.
“Oh, no, baby…” Komugi turned her to hug her properly, shushing her comfortingly. “You’re okay, you’re okay…”
Kokoriko hid her face against her Mama and continued to cry.
“It’s gone,” Papa said from behind her, wiping the glow on the side of his thigh. “It’s gone. It’s not gonna hurt you.”
They walked back to the cabin, Koko insistent on staying in Mama’s arms where it was safe and no fiery flies were going to touch her face.
“It’s okay, sweet girl,” her mother kept saying it until it just became words. “It’s okay. It’s gone.”
She sniffled, growing weary.
Meruem looked at Komugi, one hand loose at his side, the other at his wife's lower back. “Is she afraid of bugs?”
bugs. Koko’s face twisted in disgust. a fitting name for such an awful thing.
Komugi’s cheek squished against her baby girl. “It seems so…”
They paused to think of what to do. Koko’s sniffles and coos ate up the silence.
Meruem looked at his daughter—her tiny form bound in her mother’s arms, mostly human if not for her green skin and the thin tail poking out from her pants.
“…should we tell her?”
Komugi winced. "Let's leave that conversation for another day."
Redrawing old drawings and old characters I haven't drawn in a while
I did a redraw of my old drawing of kokoriko
