"They have 2 stories on AO3. Re:mind features the members of the Jpop girl group Hinatazaka46 and the characters have the same names as the members who play them. I’m nominating the fictional characters from the show, not the RPF ship."
Char Aznable/Amuro Ray (Universal Century Gundam)
fic count: 178
"They're still a ship even if they have a whole movie about their metaphorical divorce that ends in mutual death just trust me bro. if anything the destruction of their relationship is the main appeal. Interpreting the followup conclusion movie in a gay way strengthens it really because its mostly driven by chars emotional state. And his metaphorical divorce certainly affects his emotional state. These two fought both on opposite sides and the same sides of wars, so they understand eachother better than anyone else could, but the only intimacy they know is violence because this is a setting plagued by conflict, and such conflict has shaped who they are, so of course their relationship starts and ends with them fighting on opposite sides. They do experience some happiness together, though. For a while, while theyre both on the same side, they end up mentoring this one kid together, it's almost like they're his gay dads."
"Also this isn't relevant to anything but I want to impart onto you knowledge about chars name. It isn't his original name, but it is his real name in the sense that if you successfully steal a dudes identity after killing him for atleast a decade Its Just Yours Now. Char is actually his third name. His parents named him casval rem daikun and he was forced to go into hiding under the name edouard mass. His fourth name, that he uses when he and amuro are on the same side, is quattro bajeena. You know, like four vagina. He named himself that. When he stops using the quattro identity he goes back to being char, and like I know the whole killing a dude to get the name thing is technically a retcon, but it's hilarious to me that he took over this guys life so effectively that a) no one noticed and b) its became his default name."
I'm putting this in as well bc the gundam I watched was Gundam Wing/AC and I can't believe that I'm only just now finding out that Quatre Raberba Winner isn't just a bad name, but a bad name this is I guess a reference to an older bad name???? They also reused parts of this backstory for Trowa lmao
✧･ﾟ: *✧ Toshino Kyouko’s Birthday Present for Ayano ✧ *:･ﾟ✧
♡ Characters ♡ : Kyouko Toshinou ♥ Ayano Sugiura
♢ Anime ♢ : Yuru Yuri - (AL, A-P, KIT, MAL)
☆ Source ☆ : pixiv
.｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ Art by Tareyu ｡.*.+*ﾟ｡.
♥*♡+:｡.｡ check out r/wholesomeyuri for more wholesome yuri goodness ~ ｡.｡:+♡*♥
+ *ﾟ ｡. The artwork(s) belong to the respective artist, please don't remove the credits .｡*ﾟ+
“Your collection is quite impressive,” Kyogoku says, peering over a doll.
Ayatsuji acknowledges his words with nothing more than a hum. He doesn’t need to be told that his collection is vast: dolls are his only hobby, unless you consider solving cases to be a hobby that ends in death. (His handlers would prefer he didn’t think of it in those terms, he’s sure, but his handlers would prefer a lot of things.) Even so, there are still many dolls he hasn’t acquired and longs for.
Kyogoku is one of the few acquaintances (or are they friends?) that match his intelligence, however, and it would be a shame to drive him off.
“May I pick them up?” Kyogoku asks.
“With care.” They aren’t fragile enough to shatter at the slightest touch, but gripping too hard would still break them irreparably. Kyogoku may laugh like a monkey, but he’s far more gentle than one.
Kyogoku picks up a kimekomi doll, admiring her hair. “You have quite a variety here… I’m less familiar with the styles of Western dolls as I am with the traditional Japanese ones, but it’s clear that you care for all of them.”
Unsurprising: Kyogoku has always been more interested in Japanese tradition than Ayatsuji has. Their conversations about mysticism are fascinating: Ayatsuji has never been one for stories of demons and gods, but Kyogoku’s critical eye towards unfounded claims of supernatural powers makes what he does believe in all the more convincing to Ayatsuji’s ears.
“A bold claim. Many would doubt that I care for anything at all,” Ayatsuji answers with a wry smile. “Or that I’m even capable of it.”
Kyogoku laughs. It’s softer than usual, perhaps out of respect for their company’s tender (mostly porcelain) ears. “And who is the one who says that few can understand his thoughts?”
Ayatsuji, of course. He doesn’t verbally respond, but he adds a mental tally on a scoreboard under Kyogoku’s name: another win for him. As always, they’re evenly matched: one rarely pulls more than one or two ticks ahead before the other catches up.
Kyogoku spends the rest of his visit in a sea of dolls and puppets, asking Ayatsuji their names and admiring their beauty. Ayatsuji can’t say that anyone has responded so well to his hobby before, and sharing it with someone who appreciates it...
He can’t say he minds.
The next time Kyogoku visits, he’s holding a karakuri puppet. A tea-serving puppet, one from the 17th century judging by the clothes. It’s been well-maintained, but the materials show that it’s a genuine article and not a modern recreation.
“Shall I put it with the others, or would you like a demonstration first?” Kyogoku asks.
Ayatsuji breathes in sharply. “The mechanisms still work?”
Kyogoku smiles. He sets the doll down facing Ayatsuji, a short distance away, then goes to pour coffee into a cup meant for tea - two spoons of brown sugar, no milk. When Kyogoku puts the cup on the doll’s plate, it starts to move forward, shifting its feet as if walking, then stops in front of Ayatsuji and bows its head.
Ayatsuji bends to take the cup from the doll and takes a sip. As always, Kyogoku prepares coffee exactly the way he likes it. “Amazing. It must have received regular upkeep for hundreds of years to function so smoothly.”
“It’s a keepsake from my family.” Kyogoku’s smile is difficult for even Ayatsuji to read, but he knows it’s not entirely happy or entirely sad. “My parents taught me how to take care of it when I was a child.”
Ayatsuji frowns. The puppet is amazing, he has nothing of the like in his collection and he doubts he could find its equal available for purchase anywhere, but… “I can’t ask you to give me this.” Family doesn’t mean much to him, but he knows it’s important to the majority of Japanese society, a majority that includes Kyogoku. This doll could be sold for a sum beyond most people’s imaginations, but a family heirloom is even more valuable than that.
He is not a kind or generous person, he knows, but even he has limits. More so when it comes to one of the few people he would almost consider a friend.
Kyogoku shakes his head. “What use do I have for a tea-serving puppet? I live alone, the only guest I’ve hosted in some time is you, and I have no other dolls to keep it company. No, I insist that you take it: it will bring far more joy to you than to me.”
Joy may be part of the warm feeling in Ayatsuji’s chest as he carefully picks up the puppet to examine it more closely, but he soon puts a name to the rest: gratitude.
“…Thank you very much.”
Many people would doubt that Ayatsuji had ever expressed thanks, or ever would. Even with someone he respects as an equal, Ayatsuji can’t remember ever thanking him for anything.
But Kyogoku shows no signs of surprise, only a wide smile that crinkles his face. “Think nothing of it.”
Ayatsuji raises an eyebrow. “And who is it that said one of my best traits was that I never stop thinking?”
Kyogoku laughs, and somehow Ayatsuji finds himself laughing along. “So I did! Another victory for you it is.”
Another tally added to the mental scoreboard. It’s a tie once again.
