Thought I Should Introduce Yall To My Main KHR Oc, My Baby Who Is Heavily Traumatized Hibari Kyoka !

My father's secretary

Danny Fenton did not expect to be secretary material but after 7 years of being a hero and having Jazz as his elder sister, he was damn good at it. He needed a job, he knew that, and Wayne Enterprises was willing to hire a 21 year old taking online college classes for aerospace engineering.

And he was fucking thankful for that cause Mr. Wayne was pretty neat and bought him good food and coffee whenever he looked out of it. Half his family were already in Gotham with only his parents in Amity. They were finally reformed and now their research finally advocated for the rights of ghosts and spread awareness on their culture. Good for them.

Jazz and Dante were in Arkham working as a psychologist and guard. Elle was still in school, enrolled into Gotham Academy once Vlad insisted on paying her tuition. To be fair, he was paying for Danny's tuition too.

But back to his secretary duties. His boss was Bruce Wayne, yes, but he did often work with the man's son and the current CEO. Tim was nice and had the same caffeine addiction as him. (Jazz highly discouraged this friendship in case they both made a monstrosity of coffee and energy drinks.)

But Mr. Wayne was the best. He was rather clumsy and a bit airheaded but he was the best fucking boss he could ever ask for. The man's paternal instincts were on point and Danny was almost intimidated when the man started handing him extra cash whenever Danny came to the office looking more tired than usual. When that failed, Mr. Wayne resorted to giving him more material things.

Now, he doesn't want to take advantage of this ridiculously kind man with a lack of self preservation (God, was this what Jazz felt about him?). But Mr. Wayne had given him this amazing coffee maker and then proceeded to give Danny the best toaster ever. And Danny has always been known to resolutely be against Billionaires adopting him. But Mr. Wayne?

Danny had honed his back talking skills to perfection to talk down arrogant elites that kept demanding for his boss. He mastered his customer service voice and that condescending look he saw the receptionists give people like they were tantruming toddlers. Danny was ready to fight for that man (Vlad was choking somewhere as the Fentons worriedly look at him).

Jason has heard about Danny Fenton a couple of times. Tim, Dick, and Bruce had mentioned him a lot. Bruce's new secretary that looked like he'd woken up from a coma and was comparable to a grumpy cat on his best days. He's seen the guy a couple times, noticed how he was almost as tall as Jason. Honestly, he kinda looked like a twig (but then that was because of Danny's suit that he made sure didn't completely fit him).

Seriously. Danny was willing to fucking fight anyone and everyone for Bruce Wayne.

The guy was strange. Very strange. Especially when the pits seemed to either become frantic or calm whenever he was around. It depended on the situation really, but mostly the pits grew calmer around Fenton. Like a cat that finally saw its favorite person. It was so weird.

He was drawn to Fenton, sometimes finding himself walking towards the man before he snaps out of it.

It's on this day where Danny was by Bruce's side, a stylus and tablet in hand. He was furiously tapping away at his phone, cursing under his breath about bothersome and stuck up cialiteses.

"Jason!" Bruce happily greets, "Don't mind Danny for a bit. He's telling of some investors for trying to meddle with the company. Tim is too sleep deprived to handle it."

"Where is Tim?"

"Danny threatened to throw the company's coffee maker out the window if he doesn't take a nap." Bruce chuckles, glancing fondly at his fiesty secretary. "Danny?"

"Give me a minute, Mr. Wayne. Some people are trying to squeeze into your schedule when I specifically told them that they can't." Danny says, clearly irritated but looks at Bruce with an apologetic gaze. "No—Mr. Luthor, neither Mr. Drake nor Mr. Wayne are available on that day—"

And it dissolved into Danny telling of what Jason assumes was Lex Luthor to stop his attempts. In other words, corporate for Fuck off.

"He's good, isn't he?" Jason humms as he follows Bruce down the hall, glancing at the tired employees that looked utterly exhausted and horrifically motivated. "Looks like adoption bait."

"Unfortunately, Danny is a very much against Billionaires adopting him. His godfather is one and has attempted multiple times." Bruce sighs, feigning a sorrowful look as he sends Danny a small pout. "What did you do when he tried the fifth time again?"

"I blew up his car, Mr. Wayne." Danny nonchalantly says, "But that only made him want to adopt me more."

Jason blinks, baffled before he's laughing at the utter absurdity of the situation.

"That sounds similar to—"

Gunshots tore through the air as people immediately screamed. At the entrance of the building was the Joker in all his insanity, guns blazing. Jason froze, sucking in a deep breath as he took one step back. They weren't in costume, they weren't the Red Hood and Batman in that moment.

"Nightwing, Robin, and Spoiler are on their way." Oracle says through the comms but that doesn't comfort him in the slightest.

It's chaos in moments and people are ducking their heads to avoid the bullets. Jason and Bruce look right at each other, taking cover as bullets ruin the walls and furniture. But Bruce is dragged from his spot, pulled towards the Joker who laughs maniacally as he pressed a gun against Bruce's head.

"Mr. Wayne!" Many people yell as they all stared in horror as the Joker threatens Gotham's beloved prince.

Jason immediately remembers an explosion and a crowbar.

(Reminder, Danny Fenton was very much ready to go to war for Bruce Wayne).

A tablet and a stylus was suddenly shoved into his arms. Jason blinks, turning to Danny who tugs at his tie and rummages through the counter for something. The Joker sees this, clearly irritated.

"You! Eyes on me!" The Joker practically demands, hysterical that not everyone was paying attention.

Danny apparently doesn't give a damn before looking the Joker straight in the eye.

"Eyes in me." Danny repeats.

A second later something was thrown and a cutter was cutting through the Joker's eye.

Jason gaped at the seemingly harmless secretary, unable to comprehend that this man had just thrown a fucking cutter into the Joker's eye.

Bruce is set free.

Everyone is frozen in place.

Everyone watched as Bruce Wayne's tired and overworked secretary beats the shit out of the Joker, saying something about how he wasn't going to lose a good boss.

No one particularly knows what to do once Danny pulls out the cutter with the Jokers blood and... Fucking shit, was that his eyeball?!

Dick and Damian arrived at some point, also too shocked to do anything. When Danny was done and satisfied, with the Joker still alive, groaning and whimpering from the pain that Danny inflicted.

As if he hadn't almost killed the Joker, Danny turns to them with a tired smile.

"Mr. Wayne, I implore you not to die. I can't lose the best boss that I've had." He plainly says and takes the tablet and stylus back from Jason.

Jason thinks he might just marry this feral man.

Yeah.

Yeah, he was definitely going to marry Danny Fenton.

Part 2 | Masterpost

OC Questions: Favorites and Least-Favorites

Like it says on the tin, but I want to add an implicit 'why? + how much? + since when? 👀' to all of these.

If the answer is 'no deep reason,' or 'they like it casually,' that's perfectly fine. There doesn't need to be a particular reason a character likes or dislikes something, but on the rare occasion that there is, it makes that character's preference much more interesting.

Meals/Dish

Fruit/Dessert/Artificial Flavor

Drinks

Scents (perfume, soap fragrance, naturally-occurring, food or event-related, etc.)

Sounds

Places

Flower/Plant

Method of Transportation

Weather/Season/Month

Early/Mid Childhood Memory

Teenage/Early Adult Memory

Acquaintance/Relative

Exes, if any

Song/Band/Music Genre

Instrument

Method of Listening to Music (live, headphones/boombox, etc.)

Textures

Sport/Activity

Book/Movie/TV Genres (Additionally, what types of endings do they prefer?)

Colors

Underwear/Sleepwear/Swimwear

Outerwear/Shoes

Style of Everydaywear (generally or down to the style of collar)

Print Pattern/Accents on Clothing (embroidery motifs, etc.)

Accessory/Take-Along Items

Affectionate Gestures/Phrases

Friend/Partner Activity

Method of Communication (letters, emails, phonecall, text, in-person, etc.)

Holiday/Event

Chore/Obligation/Work Task

Household Item (flatware, utility item, decor, appliance, etc.)

General Aesthetics/Ambience (ex: cluttered garage vs. minimalist living room)

Time of Day/Night

Hot chubby elf grandma in our mafia lore ? More likely than u think

-----------Denial-----------

“We’re gonna have to tell her Ryohei, you know this. I know you want her safe and happy for as long as possible, and I do too, but right now it’s too dangerous a situation to just pull the wool over her and the other girls’ eyes like you all want to do. It didn’t go well the first time and it won’t this time either.”

“You know I can’t just let this happen to my little sister ! I have a duty as the older sibling to make sure she’s safe, how am I supposed to do that if we tell her and the others ?”

Ageha knew where he was coming from, but the situation was dire and his need for protection wasn’t something they needed right now.

“I KNOW ! But again, just not telling them is not keeping them safe, it’s endangering them ! You still feel guilty from what happened when you were children, I get that, but Kyoko has grown up since, and she’s capable of defending herself ! What you’re doing is just keeping her in the dark and babying her !”

“Babying her ? I'm not babying her, I'm trying to protect her ! Millefiore is hunting for all of us out there and you want me to tell the girls about how much danger there is just waiting to jump them ?!”

“YES !! Because again, Ryohei, not telling them puts them in danger ! We won’t be able to stay by their side the entire time, they will be wanting some alone time at some point and we won’t be there to do anything when it happens ! Why can’t you understand that ?! Yes they’re children right now, and none of them have training to defend themselves yet, but that's why telling them as early as possible is the safest option !

You have to understand that they're not weak damsels in distress waiting to be saved. They are scared teen girls begging for us to give them context on what's happening. More than that, you have to understand that they deserve not just the truth, but the chance to make the choice of getting involved by themselves. They will be targeted no matter what because of us, and that was the case already ten years ago when all of this started. You know this, you’re just trying to ignore it.

And they will find out anyway, and it won’t go well if we don’t tell them ourselves. You also know this, because it already happened in our time. You know I can’t keep things a secret from her like this when it’s so important, and even then she’s not stupid, far from it. You know that. Now will you acknowledge this fact and realize how dangerous it is to not tell them, or will you keep this on and stay in denial ?”

By now the both of them were panting from the screaming match, in a desperate attempt to make the other side understand their point of view. (Thank god they were in an empty room far away from where everyone else was sleeping.)

With a shaky breath and a rub of his hand over his face, Ryohei spoke, in a calmer voice.

“...I just… Kyoko is everything to me, I can’t bear telling her something like that… Why can’t she just have a calm and loving childhood, away from all the fighting and troubles we bring with us ? None of them deserve this when we’re the reason they were dragged in this in the first place.”

With another shaky breath and wiping her eyes from the start of tears, Ageha answered.

“...You think I don’t know that ? Of course I would love for them to enjoy the normalcy and fun they’re supposed to, that we were supposed to… But we just can’t not tell them. They’re confused, scared, and more importantly, determined to find out what’s going on. If we don’t tell them, they will find a way to figure it out themselves, and possibly put themselves in danger. But more than that…”

She sat on the table of the room, the exhaustion starting to make its way to her. Ryohei followed and sat on a chair.

Unknown to both of them, someone approached the door and settled to listen.

“Kyoko is your sister. People seem to forget it, even you, but she has a strong combative spirit, even if physical altercations aren’t her thing. I’ve seen it myself time and time again even when we were 14, she has determination and a sense of action that could easily rival yours, Ryo. And Haru too, she’s so resourceful and has such an incredible mind. And she has no trouble getting involved where she believes she should.”

They were both smiling, thinking of all the times the girls came through for them all with unexpected help.

“Not telling them is just doing them and us a disservice, Ryo. They will know one day, that much is certain, but we can at least make sure they learn it on terms and in situations that are safe and helpful.

I’m gonna go to bed now because we’re both tired and we need rest. I’m not gonna say anything more when you know my opinion on this. Just… think about it more, okay ?”

With quiet ‘goodnights’ and ‘sleep well’, the two guardians went their way, unaware of the girl who heard the end of their discussion and begging for more answers.

The night felt suffocating.

Kyoko was tossing and turning, the knowledge from earlier rattling in her brain.

Going to sleep was hard, knowing how deeply the people she loved were in danger, and how simply being associated with them put her in just as much trouble too.

Her sweet future girlfriend was in the mafia.

And so was her kind brother.

And all of the friends she made that didn’t care about her as “The School’s Madonna”, but as Kyoko.

Everyone was in danger, and almost all of them wanted to keep this a secret from her and Haru.

Yeah, falling asleep was hard.

But the worst was what came after it.

Electricity was crackling across the skin of her beloved flower, her screams echoing across the walls of her mind. The scars were burning red on her throat and reaching deep inside her flesh.

How didn’t she notice the way she started looking around her with more purpose and constant vigilance since then ?

A hospital bed and missing teeth, covered in wounds he knew how to avoid in his usual fights. The beeping of the machines made her head ache along with her eyes stinging with tears.

How did she ignore how often he started fighting, and the seriousness of the wounds increasing ?

Gunshots echoing across the school's field, aimed at her dear friend in hopes of a fatal injury in his opponent’s favor.

How hard was she denying what she was seeing this entire time, following Takeshi’s denial of the truth explanation of it being a game ?

A dark shadow swallowed the room into darkness, leaving her with no knowledge or sense of the direction.

The ground was meant to be under her feet, but nothing felt solid there anymore. Still she stood, trying to keep herself from panicking.

Far away in the distance, a fire lit up.

It started a normal yellow, the expected color you’d see on a candle.

And then the flames grew taller, and with it the color shifted.

The center kept the hue of yellow it started with, but each new movement brought an indigo color to the fire, until it was engulfing the entire space in front of her, leaving her nowhere to escape.

No air to breathe, and a heat close enough to burn away her tears. She felt like she was dying. And maybe, she was.

She couldn’t help but remember simpler times, how everything was before all of this came into play. And then the fun times full of shenanigans Reborn kept instigating.

A particular one resurfaced. Not long after that kendo fight between Mochida and Tsuna, Kyoko had visited Tsuna at his house.

She doesn't remember the details of that day very clearly. She remembers anger, and then a determination and desire to rectify something, something that hurt her deep in her soul.

But the clearest thing in her mind from that day was the same fire glowing in her hair, colors inverted as if trying to hide and drown the indigo in yellow. She remembers how warm and kind the flames had been back then, and how different they felt now, trying to kill her from inside her mind.

She could feel the burn in her lungs, and heavy limbs being dragged down by the pressure, tears evaporating away before they even formed.

And then, a tingle went up her spine.

It was gentle, but she could feel it travel up to her nape clearer than the burns that were scorching her arms.

Slowly, the tingle traveled to the rest of her body. There was no hurt, just the feeling of something crossing across her skin like a drop of water would when it rains. It shouldn’t have been noticeable with how much the fire hurt and burned, but it was.

And with the tingle, breathing became easier. A breath in, and a breath out. One more. And one more. Just like that, she could calm down, concentrating on the feeling of the buzz caressing her skin.

The flames weren’t gone. Still they were travelling up her arms and legs, eating at her skin like a horror movie. But the burn wasn’t there anymore. The flames just sat on her limbs, swaying without an ounce of pain coming from them.

With a calmer mind, she admired the flames.

The colors were absolutely stunning. Something felt right with how they looked, sunny gold and dark blue mixing in swirls in the fire.

With a soft feeling of warmth clicking in her chest; the tingle faded, and her mind followed.

She woke up with a gasp, clutching at the closest thing in desperation. Her legs were tangled in the bedsheets, and she could feel the sweat making her hair and clothes cling to her skin. The phantom ache of the burns echoed in her limbs, and she couldn’t help but gulp as much air as she could, afraid it would leave her lungs again forever.

A soft and warm hand drew circles across her back. It reminded her of the tingle.

It took a bit of time, but slowly it was bringing her back to what was around her, grounding her.

The room was her own inside the Foundation base. The lights were off, except for the one from the hallway, peeking through the open door. The pillows were scattered around her, and the bed looked singed in some places.

Holding Kyoko to her chest was Ageha, hair braided back and in her pajamas. Her hand was still drawing circles on her back, while the other was gently holding her up to avoid her falling down.

“It’s alright Kyoko, breathe slowly, everything is fine. There’s no one here but us, nothing to harm you. I’ll make sure of it.”

The tears that were begging to fall while in her mindscape finally dropped, soaking the woman’s arm as Kyoko clung to her with all her might.

Ageha did not stop rubbing her back, soothing words and gentle voice chiming softly in her ears while Kyoko cried out all the fear in her heart.

From the corner of her eye, she could see indigo and gold flickering in and out of her view, gently coaxed away by a shine of green.

“I was born to protect, and I’ll do so until you feel safe again, my sunshine.”

do you have any tips for drawing side profiles of the face? specifically in a more stylized/simplified manner

idk this is how I draw them. I think the best way to simplify stuff is breaking down the shapes and going from there, so like circles and triangles ish

So I made a thing,,

Trying to figure out how animation works bc I got CSP EX

When I do figure it out imma be the baddest bitch ever

This felt so illegal to finish but uhhhhh

Official artstyle Kyoka art for u ?

I do not know how I feel about this actually, just that those eyes are the prettiest I've ever drawn I think,,

Can you make a master post for your time travel au drawings? I can't find them all and it's sooooooo good!!!!

DAWWW >////< okay anon JUST for u :]!!! (and also anyone else who needs it :3)

TIME TRAVEL/SPEEDRUN AU MASTERPOST

All comics are read from left to right

START

Helmeppo tries 2 stand up to his daddio

Syrup Village

Strawhat interlude 1

Iceburg is so confused

Marines talk about upcoming strawhat rookie superstars

Bon Clay’s cover stories: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14

Franky Family is concerned bout Franky

What’s goin down in Skypiea?

Cobra is worried about his daughter :(

The encounter at Sabaody Archipelago

The Poseidon timesave strat

Ace cover stories: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

ASL bros reunite + wheryheart's lovely add on :)

Whitebeard Alliance

Whole cake Island AKA Zeus retrieval

Clipping Shenanigans

Disclaimer: Inspired by Geokat's Take the World by Storm but my time travel au is it's own seperate original work :) (except for parts 1 to 3 of the ace cover stories but like,,, cmon,,, THAT WAS TOO GOOD TO NOT ADAPT)